YWATA: Liquid Vignettes (Legacy)

By TwrchTwryth

September 25, 2005 :: Get Milk

"So, Ronni told me that you're a vore too, but you do things differently. She wouldn't tell me how, but said I needed to talk with you."

Paris Morris smiled politely. She had been sitting in the Willow Grove enjoying the heat and reading a trashy historical fiction novel (her guilty pleasure). The senior had power-loaded her sophomore and junior years, and now could take things easy in her last year of school. She didn't mind when the freshman -- a pretty Korean girl in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit and loose ponytail -- sat beside her and introduced herself as Leslie Kim. Freshman were supposed to interview upperclassmen to learn about a range of specialties, and it sounds like Ronni (Veronica) Rustenberger had given Leslie her name. Ronni was the secretary of the Consumer's Club.

"Well, I could tell you," Paris said, putting in a bookmark, "but I think it'd be better if I showed you."

Leslie suddenly looked a little nervous. She looked side to side at the groups of students enjoying the grove. Many were in various states of undress or sexual congress or weirder interactions. "Here?"

"Nah, let's head back to my dorm room. I'm going to see if Tara wants to help out."

The two made small talk as they walked over to Bluth Hall. Paris mentioned that she was from San Antonio and they joked about how she wanted to get out of Texas. Leslie was apparently from Maine, which sounded far away and interesting to Paris. Leslie had learned about vore a few years back, and once she learned a reformation spell on the Internet, had eaten most of the boys in her high school class. She had eaten a girl or two too, but that wasn't her interest.

"Sorry," Paris laughed as they climbed the stairs to the third floor of Bluth Hall, "but you're only going to be eating girls and hermaphrodites here. It's the Witches academy, after all."

"Yeah, I think I'll learn how to deal, I mean, meat's meat, right?"

They walked down the hallway and Paris knocked on the door to room 373. They could hear some gentle music, but there was no answer. Paris knocked again.

"Hey Tara, I need your help!"

A few moments later, the door opened, and a very naked redhead peered out at them. She was flushed and sweaty, as well as fairly skinny. The lights were out, the curtain drawn, and Leslie and Paris were hit by a strong smell of sandalwood. A few burning sticks of incense were visible by Tara's bed.

"What kind of help?" Tara was suspicious.

"I need to show Leslie here my...'special talent,'" Paris winked. Tara looked at the freshman.

"Hi, I'm Leslie Kim."

Tara took the extended hand and shook it. Her hand was damp. "Tara Finney. Okay, come in, but one of you is going to finish me off. I was having a great fap session with Sueli when you interrupted me."

Leslie looked over at Paris, who was already following Tara into her room. Paris nodded a little.

"Sueli's the incense, right?" the blonde asked Tara, who nodded. She then looked back at Leslie, who was closing the door behind them. "Tara here likes object transformations, especially stuff that can be used up, like food or candles or incense. Sueli Macedo is her old roommate and...lover?"

"Fuck buddy," Tara replied. She lay back on her bed and spread her legs, looking up expectantly at them. "Well, she's not going to lick herself."

"Don't worry," Paris finished, "Sueli will reform as soon as the incense is burned out. Safety first. Now, unless you'd like, I'll take care of our volunteer here...."

Paris didn't wait. Instead, she crouched between Tara's legs and started to lick her friend's pussy. Leslie felt a little uncomfortable; she hadn't seen much girl-girl activity before coming here. It was a bit of (intriguing) culture shock.

Tara didn’t take long to climax. She was well on her way when they arrived and Paris knew what she was doing. Leslie had to admit that the swirling smoke from the Sueli incense was a little intoxicating and watching Tara writhe under Paris’s ministrations was a little enticing. The freshman shifted suggestively where she stood as Tara murmured at Paris not to stop, to do that more, and to keep going.

As Tara recovered from her quiet orgasm, Paris stood up and stripped off her dress. She wasn’t wearing underwear, revealing her long and toned body, her bare mons, and her perky handful-sized tits. She looked over at Leslie and cocked an eyebrow.  “C‘mom, it’s rude to be the only one dressed.”

“O-okay,” Leslie mumbled and started to unbutton her blouse. Soon she too was naked, displaying her soft breasts with their dark areolae and her full-bodied, if carefully confined bush. Paris nodded approvingly, then turned back to Tara. The blonde draped herself over the redhead on the bed.

“Ready?” Paris asked.

Tara exhaled deeply and Leslie thought she saw some smoke in that breath.  She nodded, a bleary smile on her face, and Paris latched her mouth on one of the redhead’s small breasts.

Her body shuddered a little and Tara moaned happily as Paris began sucking on her nipple.  Paris’s hand played with the slender redhead’s other breast and it took Leslie a few seconds to realize what was happening.

As Paris sucked on Tara’s nipple, it first looked like that breast was beginning to swell and grow. Soon, however, Leslie realized that was an optical illusion. The rest of Tara was shrinking, so her right breast just seemed to be growing in relation to her body. Leslie gasped and Paris seemed to take this as a sign to move faster. Tara shrank at a greater pace now, still squirming in pleasure as she grew smaller and smaller.

Within a minute, the rest of Tara’s body was gone, completely dissipates, just her single boob remaining. Paris picked it up, cradling it in her hand, and looked at Leslie. The blonde allowed a thin trail of white fluid to run down her chin.

“Is that — milk?” Leslie asked. Her modesty was gone. She was too interested in what had just happened.

“Yep,” Paris replied. A moment later, she popped the breast, all that remained of Tara, into her mouth and swallowed. She leaned back and for the first time Leslie realized that her belly was a little distended and seemed to slosh.

Leslie shook her head and leaned in to look at Paris. “Okay, so let me get this straight — you just drank her up, by converting her mass into her own breast milk?”

Paris, grinning proudly, nodded. “Got it in one! I can actually drink someone that way entirely, instead of stopping at the boob, but I felt like getting a little meat in there too.”

“Was she conscious? As the milk?”

Paris shook her head. “No, her consciousness stayed with her meat body, with the boob, not the milk.”

“Oh, wow.”

Paris took a deep breath and gave her belly a light slap, letting it slosh about loudly. “Yeah, so, my girlfriend, Allison, is a few years older than me and when I was a freshman, she did a lot of liquid transformations. It gave me this idea eventually, and now it’s my senior project.”

“Cool!”

Paris stood up. “So, you wanna try it out yourself?”

Leslie suddenly clammed up a little. “I—I— I mean, it looked fun, but—but I normally — normally I’m the one who eats people and I eat boys.”

Paris smiled sweetly and nodded. What she said next could have been harsh, but the upperclassmen’s tone was anything but. “Hey, no worries, I understand. One thing, here, though, is that you’re going to need to be flexible. You don’t have to do it now, but there will be times when you get swept up in a mass vore event and some giantess or ultra vore upperclassman gobbles you up. It’s a standard hazard of being at Y-WATA.”

Leslie pondered the words for a moment and nodded in understanding. “Okay, yeah, I get that. So, uh, sure, let’s try it.”

“I don’t have to eat you out unless you want me to,” Paris chuckled slyly. “That’s just an extra perk.”

Leslie politely declined and lay on Tara’s bed. She noticed that the incense was nearly burnt all the way down.

Paris climbed on top of Leslie. The freshman was a little anxious — she had never been naked in bed with another woman. It was an unusual, exciting feeling.

“Here we go,” Paris announced for her benefit. Leslie felt a jolt of pleasure as the blonde closed her lips around her nipple, and they jolt became sustained erogenous electricity when Paris started sucking.

Leslie felt her body start to tingle as milk flowed out of her left breast and into Paris’s thirsty gullet. That tingle turned to a happy buzz. Leslie could barely perceive that she was shrinking as Paris consumed her mass. She was too wrapped up in the amazing feeling they spread t from her nipple. Her breasts had never been that sensitive, but under Paris’s manipulation Leslie was feeling things she never felt before.

She was vaguely aware through her haze as her limbs shrank away. The sexual fog grew thicker as her torso vanished, then her head, into that breast. That was all that was left of her, but not for long. Paris kept sucking and drinking until even that breast gave way and dissolved on her lips. Leslie’s mind dissipated as Paris reclined on Tara’s bed, happily cradling a belly filled with the finest dairy that she could extract from Tara and Leslie.

Leslie would reform in a little bit. When she did, she’d have a new curiosity, new desires, and fewer inhibitions. This was a transformative experience in more ways than one.

—-—-

September 4, 2008 :: Tapped

At the beginning of every semester, Student Activities hosts an open house for student organizations at the STUB (STudent Union Building(. In the Ormsfolk Meeting Room, Leslie Kim, was wrapping up her first action as the new President of the Consumer's Club. She was standing on a little stage, which seemed out of place in the room. She reviewed the meeting schedule, talked up the feast events, discussed the upperclassman mentoring program, and invited two twenty-or-so freshmen to sign up for the listserv. Time to wrap up.

"I'll shut up here in a minute," Leslie smiled, "but I know we promised some refreshments, so I better deliver." She gestured to a card table between the stage and the chairs. It had about fifty red plastic cups stacked on it, as well as an empty silver platter. "I also figured I'd take this opportunity to show off some ways that we take consumption out of the box. Can I get my volunteers?"

Two upperclassmen stood up and walked over as Leslie stepped off the stage. There was a tall redhead, Regan Finney, and a robust brunette, Maggie Epshteyn. Both were wearing long black robes, until they weren't. They had nothing on underneath and, like most students, were unbothered by their nudity in front of the student body.

"Regan and Maggie are going to help us out with the refreshments," Leslie announced. "Re?"

"On it," Regan nodded. She set her hand on the platter, said a few Harappo-Enochian words, and then with a loud pop she disappeared. In her place, the platter was piled high with a variety of cookies. There were sugar, chocolate chip, peanut better, even a few oatmeal raisin.

"Regan likes food transformation, but unlike a lot of the other object TFers, she always wants to be the food," Leslie explained. As she spoke, she picked up a small device that was sitting beside the cups. She looked over to Maggie, who nodded and leaned back. Leslie pressed the object against Maggie's navel. The brunette stiffened and her eyes glazed over. When Leslie removed her hand, it was apparent that she had stuck a tap, like what would be used for a keg, into Maggie's stomach.

Leslie then placed a cup under the tap and poured herself a cup of some kind of fizzing brown liquid. She took a performative drink. "Ahh. I love some root beer and Maggie makes some great root beer. But if you want something else, I'll show you how to change the settings. Come on up."

A little while later, Leslie found herself talking with one of the freshman, a slender brunette with glasses, freckles, and large, excitable blue eyes. She had introduced herself as Keeley Morgenstern and she was fascinated by Leslie's tap.

"Yeah, it's a device of my own creation," Leslie found herself trying not to brag. "I knew a girl, a few years ahead of me, who liked to drink people by converting them into breast milk and suckling them up. That really got me on drinking people. She also taught me about liquid transformation, which her girlfriend cracked, but I'm using it to turn people into beverages."

"Wow!" Keeley gawped. She looked over at Maggie, who was semi-transparent as more and more of her was dispensed through the tap. "What's it like for her?"

Leslie took a conspicuous sip of her cup. "Well, everything the tap dispenses is part of her mass. She can feel it pulled out of her, but unlike Regan, she doesn't have any consciousness in the drinks themselves. I added a second part to the transformation so that as we drain her, it basically erases her. Instead of, like, losing her arm after we've tapped ten pounds of mass, she starts to fade away. Once she's fully tapped, she'll be gone. and queued up for reformation."

"Oh man, that's so cool!" Keeley raved. "But I mean, what does she feel?"

Leslie smiled. "So, I tested it mostly on myself and my roommate before rolling it out -- that's kinda normal here -- and I've got it perfected, if I do say so myself. It freezes you, paralyzes you, and it feels like an orgasm in reverse whenever you're drained."

Keeley's eyes were extra large and Leslie went in a littler closer.

"If you'd like, I can show you sometime. Bluth Hall, Room 268. You've got my email."

"I--I would like that--" Keeley mumbled.

December 9, 2010 :: Slurped

Keeley Morgenstern had changed a little since her freshman year. Like many witches at YWATA, she had fine-tuned her features and increased her bust. She had arrived as a B-cup, and felt most comfortable jiggling about with Fs. Her hair was more lustrous and full, and it all was capped off with enthusiasm turned into confidence. She kept the glasses.

She also kept two of Leslie's taps in her dorm room; they were handy for parties and smaller get-togethers. It worked nicely, since her roommate, Melanie Katopodis, loved to have her dwarf planetoid-sized tits tapped. They were also useful in inspiring Keeley's own invention, once which she was getting ready to test out on a couple freshmen.

Keeley found herself walking through Grottans Hall, one of the freshmen dorms. It hadn't been her residence, but she had spent enough time there that it brought back memories. There was the Monet lounge, the industrial kitchen that the students could never figure out how to use, the second floor study room where she once spent a full weekend transformed into a rocking chair. Good memories. But she had an appointment.

Room 425. Keeley knocked and was quickly answered by an excited black girl.

"Keeley!" she squealed. "Come on in!"

"Hi, Akuchi!" Keeley happily exclaimed herself. Akuchi Onyeme was a friend of a friend of Keeley's childhood in Annapolis. Akuchi was a couple years younger, but Keeley was excited that she also had the Gift and would attend YWATA as well. Akuchi was athletically slender, with big eyes, dark skin, and full-bodied, natural hair.

Akuchi's roommate, Libbie Radnor, waved from her bed. Libbie had long, straight auburn hair that she usually let hang free. It framed her blue eyes nicely. She had an Alabama drawl, naturally large breasts, and was really enjoying her semester of hermography and the cock that it gave her. "Hey, Keeley."

Libbie and Akuchi both had open econ 101 textbooks. Their final was coming up in two days, and Keeley, who had a good mind for numbers, agreed to help them study. In exchange for some practice with her new spell, of course. And so, for the next hour or so, they hit the books.

At last, they’d had enough of externalities, elasticity, and oligopolies. This was punctuated when, with a loud groan, Libbie slammed her textbook shut and flipped it to the foot of her bed.

“C’mon, Keeley, what’ve you got?” Libbie asked. Akuchi was more delicate closing her book.

"Yeah, what's this project you've been working on?" Akuchi added. Keeley had been fairly mum about it.

Keeley smiled and reached into her purse. "Okay, this probably won't look impressive, but give me a minute..."

With that, she produced a small, clear glass tube. Libbie took it and looked at it.

"What is it?" Libbie asked.

"Clothes off, everybody, and I'll show you." A minute later, the three of them were nude. Libbie was erect and she may have brushed up against Akuchi a couple times, but Akuchi was interested in Keeley's device.

Keeley held up her little tube. "Okay, Akuchi, let's do you first. Can I have your hand?"

"'Kay." Akuchi offered her hand and Keeley took it. The brunette then placed one end of the tube against Akuchi's finger and the other against her lips.

"Oh, it's a straw!" Akuchi nodded, a moment before Keeley sucked her hand through it. "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed as she felt herself spaghettify through the tube and then the warmth of Keeley's mouth. She should not have been able to fit, but that was the spell. There was no pain, but it was an exciting tingle, especially as Keeley kept sucking and Akuchi's arm was pulled in up to the elbow.

Akuchi's next statement was cutoff as her head disappeared into the straw. Keeley quickly slurped up the rest of her, chest, abdomen, and legs. It took little time for all of Akuchi to disappear down the straw and down Keeley's throat. Keeley murmured happily, rubbing her own belly, which had barely changed, then looked over to Libbie. The hermaphrodite was nodding appreciatively.

"Nice!" Libbie declared. "That's so cool!"

"Thanks," Keeley grinned, twirling the straw between her fingers. Libbie closed the distance between them and put her arms around Keeley's shoulders.

"And I bet you want to drink me up now, too," Libbie murmured. Keeley nodded and then their lips met. "I'd love you too, but first, can you help me out with this?"

"I think I can do that," Keeley chuckled. Libbie was a bit rambunctious with her prick and often seemed to need some release. Akuchi, Keeley, and many of their classmates were happy to help. Keeley lay down, spread her legs, and did her part.

Some time later, Keeley was riding Libbie reverse cowgirl style. From the sounds Libbie was making, the freshman was very close to cumming, and Keeley had an evil idea. The upperclassman rode  Libbie near to the point of ecstasy, listening to the hermaphrodite moan and gasp and groan, and suddenly hopped off, leaving Libbie's hips pumping nothing in confusion for a moment.

Keeley spun around and grabbed Libbie's frustrated member in one hand. With the other, she swung the straw into action, placing one end against Libbie's prick and the other to her mouth. Libbie started to say something, but then she was being inhaled and she just screamed. Keeley's mouth was filled with the hard flesh and a sudden flow of salty emission and the brunette kept sucking. Libbie continued to squeal in paroxysms of pleasure as she was sucked into the straw by her junk. Her body was bent backwards in half as her hips were pulled in, her feminine sex adding to the moisture. There was no pain as her body folded in two, just flailing excitement. Her thighs and stomach pulled in together, knees and ribs, calves and breasts, feet and head and arms.

Libbie was gone in seconds, leaving just the ruffled bed, damp with her sweat, and the smallest bulge in Keeley's stomach (and a burning need to climax in Keeley's loins, but the upperclassman's fingers took care of that pretty quickly).

A few minutes later, dressed again, Keeley left the freshmen dorm room, the straw twirling between her fingers. This little experiment had been a great success. She was already dreaming up ambush scenarios, thinking about sneaking up behind someone, straw on the back of their neck or shoulder, and then another meal for Keeley.

This was going to be fun.

April 21, 2013 :: Ambush

Hillary Cosgrave was having a blast. The sophomore loved seeing what sort of adventure would come to her if she just sunbathed skyclad on the beach by Lake Haxentanz. Last week, she had been transformed into a beach towel (which was surprisingly fun), yesterday she had been eaten by a six-story giantess, and then there was the sex. So much sex, with standard women, hermaphrodites, and even stranger things. It was enough that she barely had time to study, she spent so much time by the lake having fun.

Today was no exception. She had laid out her towel and lay down, revealing her tall, strawberry blond form for the world to admire. She hadn't changed much about herself as a student, just made her eyes more blue, her nipples a little lighter in color, her hips a skooch broader, and her normally heavy breasts a bit perkier. It worked to attract some attention, and soon she found herself under (then on top of, then against) an auburn-haired junior who introduced herself as Libbie.

Libbie had long auburn hair, cute blue eyes, big boobs, and a giant cock. The meat missile was practically the size of Hillary's forearm, and her sack was enormous. Big dicks weren't unusual on the hermaphrodites at the school, but big balls weren't a common sight. They practically sloshed as Libbie fucked her, so Hillary knew that she was going to get absolutely plastered in cum.

C'est la vie!

Things had gone very well. After a quick introduction, Libbie had politely eaten Hillary out first. Hillary returned the favor as Libbie straddled her face and rubbed that big cock between Hillary's tits. Once they were both good and ready, Libbie started to put Hillary through her paces. There was missionary, cowgirl, doggie, standing, reverse cowgirl, all interspersed with stretches of oral and brief pauses as Hillary rode out several climaxes. Libbie really knew how to use that thing.

Libbie was clearly getting close as they ran through their second round of missionary position. Her pumping was becoming more frantic, her panting more frantic. Her hand moved from Hillary's breast to better stabilize herself.

"Where do you want to cum?" Hillary asked, writhing her hips a little extra. "Do you want to cum in my pussy, in my mouth, on my tits, or...?"

"I'm going to cover you," Libbie groaned.

"I'm your canvas, baby, paint me." Hillary smiled at her corny line, confident in its lameness, but it worked. With a loud shout, Libbie jumped up and back. Her fifteen inches of cock popped wetly out of Hillary and immediately started to blast hot cum all over Hillary.

The blonde first noticed that the color was off. It was dark brown. And it was thick, almost like oil. And there was so much of it, just gallons of the stuff shooting out of Libbie's prick and covering her. Hillary knew that YWATA was a place where weird things happened, but she was still surprised.

That surprise lessened, somehow, when Libbie's load started to flow around her body, moving with a mind of its own. It quickly encased Hillary. She felt her body compacted into a fetal position, and realized that the dark cum was taking a shape around her.

*Okay,* Hillary thought, *this is an absorption thing. I can work with that.*

==

Libbie fell, panting, onto the towel, exhausted from her climax. Akuchi Onyeme sat next to her, cradling a bulging belly. She had just been ejaculated in liquid form from Libbie's prick in a fluid ambush. As she solidified and regained her form, she had moved Libbie's partner into her belly, and she was now working on digesting them.

"So," Akuchi asked, "who was she?"

"Blonde," Libbie panted, "big boobs. Hillary something or other. Sophomore."

"Cool." Akuchi took in a deep breath, enjoying the spring warmth and the lapping of the waves. She had been cooped up in Libbie's sack for a while and as much as she enjoyed it she also wanted to relish the fresh air.

After a few minutes of quiet, Akuchi looked over to see that Libbie was sleeping. This ambush situation they had set up was fun for both of them, but it sure took a lot out of the hermaphrodite. Akuchi lay back and happily worked on catching some rays while she fully absorbed Hillary.

Once her prey was gone, though, Akuchi decided to have a little fun. As Libbie snored lightly, Akuchi leaned over her and began to play with her soft prick. Akuchi soon took the member into her mouth and began to fellate it, which caused it to quickly harden and Libbie to soon moan and awaken.

Akuchi continued the gentle, slow blowjob for sometime. She was never in danger of making Libbie cum, but it kept them both engaged until she was satisfied that her partner was fully engaged. Akuchi released her cock from her mouth and looked up at Libbie, continuing the trace the auburn-haired junior's glans with a finger.

"Wanna go again?" Akuchi asked,a  mischievous grin plastered on her face.

"I think you got me ready,"Libbie chuckled. She reached down to try to push Akuchi's head back toward her cock, but Akuchi leaned back out of the way with a laugh.

"Oh, no, I meant I'm ready for another cumshot ambush!" Akuchi's finger was now playing with Libbie's meatus, gently prodding the sensitive orifice.

"Fuuuuck..." Libbie hissed.

"I was thinking that this time you should creampie someone, so I can absorb them from the inside out," Akuchi mused.

"Aki..." Libbie whispered through gritted teeth.

"Glad you're in agreement!" Akuchi jabbed her finger into Libbie's dickhole and as the hermaphrodite squealed in pleasure and a little discomfort, Akuchi's arm liquified and flowed into her cock. This was, of course, followed by the rest of Akuchi, though the liquid girl found a way to leave her cheshire grin out longer than it should have been.

Libbie was soon left alone on Hillary's towel, her cock and balls throbbing from Akuchi's sudden invasion, aching with the pressure of her presence, and burning with the need to unload. They could have made this process less stressful for Libbie as the host, but both of them enjoyed her sexual discomfort too much.

And it gave Libbie all the more reason to get out on the hunt. Time to find another partner-prey. Fortunately, both were plentiful on campus.

March 12, 2015 :: Munchies

Terri Hansen sat back, holding the smoke as long as she could. The brunette senior soon gave in to a giggling fit with a little coughing. That was normal for her whenever she smoked pipe-weed; going through the bong gave her more giggles and less coughing. She immediately felt more mellow, happier. Huddled in her dorm room in Bluth Hall, bong in hand, she knew that Hillary had scored them some good shit.

Over the next half, Terri (a full-bodied cowgirl with small horns, six large breasts, a swishing tail, and an udder) went through the entire baggie. She had only meant to smoke about half of it, but once she started, she was soon too high to stop. The only responsible thing she could do was, once she had completely cashed the bowl and baggie, carefully put the bong back on her desk before collapsing in her bed. She was blissed out, almost immobile, and also desperately horny. She really wanted someone(s) to come suck on her six nipples and four teets, but she was too blitzed to find her phone and start messaging around.

A few minutes after Terri set down the bong, it jerked with movement. The water remaining in it sloshed back and forth until it flowed up the chamber, out of the mouthpiece, and off the desk, where it solidified into the form of a curvy blonde woman. That was Terri's best friend and classmate, Hillary Cosgrave.

Hillary was giggling herself. Ever since she had learned the liquid transformation, she and Terri had figured out an easy way to double up on their pipe-weed habit. As the water in the bong, she got all the smoke, all the high, and a little jolt of pleasure from Terri inhaling her steam particles.

"Hey," Terri slurred, looking over at Hillary.

"That was pretty sweet," Hillary chuckled.

"Thirsty?" Terri asked, hoisting a heavy breast toward Hillary. "I really want my titty sucked."

"I'll suck dem titties," Hillary tittered. She stood up and fell upon Terri with a splash, her body returning to a flesh-colored liquid state. She oozed over Terri's peaks and valleys until she completely covered the cowgirl's torso. In this state she could suck on all ten nipples at once, while also sexually pleasuring them both on and in Terri's lower orifices. It was a fantastic feeling for both of them, even though Hillary's inebriated state made her ministrations uncoordinated, almost haphazard.

Still, it worked, and her sucking, massaging, pumping, thrusting, penetrating mass eventually served its function, getting them both off in gasping, shuddering climaxes. Hillary didn't reform right away, instead snuggling into Terri's warm, soft form like a meaty weighted blanked as she came down from her own climax.

That was when the wave of hunger really hit her. Now that she had satisfied her carnal desires, Hillary realized that the pipe-weed was supercharging her other appetite. Hillary reformed her head on the end of her protoplasmic mass near Terri's own head.

"Dude," Hillary moaned, "I just got the worst case of the munchies!"

Terri's stomach growled in response. "Oh, shit, me too! What do you want to eat?"

Hillary thought for a moment. Her brain was still foggy and choices were hard. She said as much. "Man, I can't--decision making sucks!"

"Yeah, and I don't want to get up."

Suddenly, Hillary perked up. "Oh, I know something easy!"

"Huh?" Terri asked, a moment before Hillary's liquid form swirled and expanded and fully covered the cowgirl's body. There was a little bit of bubbling as Hillary absorbed her cocooned friend, assimilating her mass into the blonde's fluid form. There might have been a burp from the now uniform puddle in Terri's bed.

That was good, Hillary thought, but she was still hungry. Oh well, if it worked once...

The puddle of Hillary flowed off the bed, now twice as large as she normally would be. The blonde didn't bother reforming; she just coursed over the floor, under the door, and down the hall. There were more meals to be had.

Hillary crept under the door of Terri's neighbor. Mandy Tomlinson was listening to music on her headphones and studying a textbook at her desk. The brunette did not hear Hillary coming and was surprised when the liquid girl splashed over and absorbed her too. More meat, more mass...and more hunger.

The next room was a bit more interesting. Two south Asian futanaris -- one with a serpentine cock wrapped around both of their bodies -- were 69ing and too entranced with each other to see the oncoming wave of flesh-colored liquid. They were tasty, salty and savory with sex. Again, more mass for the blob that was Hillary, and still the blog was hungry.

When Hillary left the room empty, she found three seniors talking in the hall. They noticed her coming, but didn't care. Two of them -- a redhead and a long-haired Black girl -- were merged together side-by-side, while the other sported over a hundred kilograms worth of breasts. The laughed and joked as Hillary swirled around and over them, unconcerned at being absorbed.

Within minutes, Hillary had absorbed the rest of the students on the floor (except for Hengameh Mortazavi, who was too committed to a WoW raid and who had put up wards to prevent being disturbed by this kind of bullshit). By now, Hillary was a tidal wave of hungering, protean liquid, a stream that only found more hunger as it claimed each meal. She flowed upstairs and cleared out the two floors above her, then exploded out the open south-side windows she could find, cascading down to the first floor and eating all that she could find down there too.

Bluth Hall now empty (except for Hengameh), Hillary could cover an acre two feet deep. And she was going to be much bigger. In torrents she flowed through the Willow Grove, assimilating more than a handful of students that were out and about, usually rutting, in the open air of the night.  She needed more, though, and the Willow Grove was a quick pit stop before her real goal.

***

"Hey, you guys hear something?" Brenda Nakamura asked. The small group of giantesses that normally lived on Salvatorri Lawn paused. There were a dozen or so of them, ranging in height from Sonja Weiss (eight meters/26 feet) to Samantha Lutendorf (59.4 meters/195 feet). They were all too large for the dorms to accommodate and too proud of their titanic stature to shrink for something as trivial as shelter. (Each of them could shrink to normal size, and there were a few who were giantesses by day and more typical sized to sleep in their dorms, but this group was dedicated to their size-craft).

Everyone listened, except for Shoshana Chided (27 meters/89 feet) and Hoa Nguyen (33 meters/108 feet), who were in a little ways away, closer to Salvatorri Hall. Hoa was taking Shoshana from behind with her four-meter cock. Samantha stood up to her full, impressive height and peered through the dark. She chuckled at what she saw.

"Looks like we've got a flash flood coming our way," she said. It wasn't a regular occurrence, but it also wasn't the first time. She sat back down, still taller than a lot of the other giantesses just seated.

"Vore rampage?" Brenda asked.

"Almost certainly," Samantha agreed.

They didn't have to wait any longer. A raging river of molten hungry Hillary flowed downhill toward Salvatorri Lawn, glistening wetly in the moonlight. The giantesses watched with comfortable interest as it first splashed over the fifteen-meter/49-foot Daisy Kruse, quickly liquifying her and adding her mass to its own. It barely slowed and soon covered Brenda and the forty-meter/131-foot Regina Grudzien.

"Ah, hell, I'm not going to go out hungry," Samantha said with another little chuckle. With that, she picked up Emily O'Brien, a sixteen-meter tall ginger, and over the smaller giantesses protests, quickly gulped her down head first. As she finished swallowing Emily, Samantha could feel the warm liquid pooling around her crossed legs and butt. It tingled as it worked on absorbing her, along with the other three remaining giantesses. It climbed up her, clinging to her every inch as it assimilated her.

Samantha smiled as her blonde head eventually disappeared under the wave of Hillary. This actually felt pretty nice.

***

Once the giantesses were fully absorbed into Hillary, she felt like an ocean. She was hundreds of thousands of gallons of sentient, hungry liquid that was still a little stoned. Samantha Lutendorf alone had added over 2600 tons (2400 metric tons, almost 83,000 gallons or 310,000 liters) to the sea.

The freshman dorms were a piece of cake with this much mass, then she got the last few stragglers on the beach at Lake Haxentanz. Hillary surged up toward faculty housing, but the wards there were strong enough to turn back the tidal wave. She also wasn't permitted to leave campus in this form, so with everyone gone (except Hengameh), eventually the great blob calmed to a lake. Hillary found that the basketball courts at the Hartstein Arena was the most comfortable place for her to veg out, even if she practically filled the entire building. It was there that, finally satiated and coming down from her high, Hillary entered into a torpor state that was functionally, though not technically, a deep sleep.

Over the course of the next twelve hours, Hillary deflated. The reformation wards did their trick, slowly returning the student body to their bodies. Eventually, this left a naked Hillary Cosgrave sleeping on the basketball court, back in her human form. When she woke up, she'd have to deal with a bad hangover, a jocularly perturbed student body, and some less forgiving faculty who had found their Friday schedules all kinds of messed up.

In her defense, it was some good pipe-weed.

February 1, 2020 :: Contagion

Prachi Rastogi went to the Consumer Club's Imbolc celebration with a plan.  Ever since she had found Allison Storer's dissertation in the stacks at Sauveterre Library, she had been working on a new variant. Tonight was the do-or-die test run.

Prachi, a tiny Indian girl with big eyes, a big smile, bigger boobs, and tiny everything else. Like most attendees to the Imbolc Festival, she came naked. She also came alone; her best friend, Ekani Dhawan, was already here as a volunteer. Veshterka Lodge was starting to fill up when she got there, so Prachi had to work fast.

Quietly, she made her way to the refreshments. There were some light hors d'oeuvres, but there were a lot more beverages. There were a dozen kegs of various sizes and contents, as well as two punch bowls and a lot of water. At the end of the table was Ekani herself; the sixteen-breasted, heavily uddered cowtaur lay on the table, allowing students to tap her various tits and teets for refreshment. One Black futanari was sucking from Ekani's udder directly at this moment.

Prachi stood beside the hors d'oeuvres and yawned, loud and long, then moved on. What no one else noticed was the invisible mist of droplets she had expelled onto the food. She could feel them, though, especially as the food was taken and eaten.

Prachi then worked her way across the kegs. At each one, she surreptitiously dabbed the taps with her finger. Each time, a little piece of her broke off, liquified, and flowed up the tap, into the keg, where it dissolved into the drink. It took her longer to get through all of them than she hoped, since she had to make small talk and be careful to not be seen. She could still feel the drops of her after they dissolved and as they were consumed.

Another few drops of her went into the punch bowls, and then it was just Ekani. That one was easy.

"How's it going so far?" Ekani asked, propping herself up on an elbow as two sophomores milked her for some delicious beverages.

"So far, so good," Prachi nodded. "You're the last one, and I think it's getting distributed really nicely."

"Nice!" Ekani nodded. "Let's finish you off then."

Prachi leaned in and the two shared a long kiss. It looked tender, and kisses between the two Hindi students could be, but this particular sample was something else. As they kissed, Prachi's tongue liquified and poured into Ekani's mouth. The cowtaur swallowed the chocolatey fluid and Prachi regrew her tongue before they finally broke.

Ekani gave her the thumbs up and Prachi thanked her, then moved into the crowd. There were over a hundred students by this point. The vore hadn't really started yet, but that was the point of a feast.

Prachi was so focused on feeling the tiny specks of herself get consumed that she didn't notice Zambak Yavuz sneaking up on her. The tall, Turkish hermaphrodite was a friend of Prachi's and occasional lover. With a sudden surge, Zambak put her hands on Prachi's shoulders and pushed Prachi out of the crowd, against the wall.

"Hey, what?" Prachi asked. As she looked over her shoulder, Zambak easily slid the first several inches of her cock into Prachi's pussy. "Ooooh!"

"Guess who?" the futanari chuckled.

"Zam--Zambak..." Prachi moaned, turning to a squeal as Zambak started to thrust and grow. The hermaphrodite loved filling other students completely with her member. Prachi tried to protest -- she would normally be receptive, but had other plans for tonight -- but her voice cut out as she felt Zambak's member rearrange her insides. There was pressure, higher and higher...

Prachi's eyes rolled back in her head as Zambak's prick forced her mouth open from the inside. The futa chortled in triumph as her glans and then a few more inches extended out of Prachi's jaws and she lifted Prachi's feet off the ground by just leaning back.

"I'm going to cock vore you later, but for now you're going to make a good dick ornament," Zambak gloated.

Prachi was having trouble concentrating. The experience of being spitted by a massive phallus was a little bit uncomfortable, but also massively, overwhelmingly pleasurable. She wanted to give into ecstatic mindlessness, but she had a plan. She could have liquified her whole body at any time, slid off Zambak's rod, but that's not where her mind went. Instead, she decided to trigger her spell. She hoped it wasn't early.

It took her a while to do. She had hoped to just whisper the Harappo-Enochian syllables, but now she had to mindcast. For a new, complicated spell, that would take a lot of concentration, which was hard enough in her case...especially once Zambak started to fuck Rachel Lassiter, cramming Prachi's head and shoulders into the blonde's capable cunt.

Prachi was all the way up to her waist inside Rachel when she finally managed to pull the trigger on her special spell. Fuck, mindcasting while completely run through with a dick and submerged in a pussy was hard. It didn't take long for the spell to take effect either.

Zambak's cock seemed to fade away and Prachi scurried out of Rachel's womb to watch. All around the room, the students were changing. It was a quiet, rippling transformation. Everyone who had eaten some of the food or drunk some of the beverages that Prachi had spike -- which was practically everyone -- was metamorphosing. They lost their extras; no more extra limbs, heads, breasts, or sex organs. No more hermaphrodites, no more giantesses.

Within seconds, the hall was filled with 103 perfect replicas of Prachi herself. Zambak and Rachel had been transformed into Prachis, as had everyone around them and even Ekani.

"Holy shit, it worked!" the gang of Prachis all said in unison and the hall rang with the sound of high-fives and backslapping hugs. Prachi-Prime, the original, was breathless seeing a sea of her identical duplicates to herself. She had successfully infected her classmates with little bits of herself, and then like a good virus taken over her hosts and converted them into duplicates of herself.

(The only two non-Prachi-fied students, the ghost-like and intangible Winifred Le and the tree-girl Rosalie Johnston, found each other and hid in the corner as the Prachis milled about and congratulated each other)

Prachi-Prime found herself laughing in excited triumph as she walked through the sea of clones. When she'd had her fill, she finally nodded and squealed and then planted a kiss on the nearest Prachi. It was time, and a massive orgy of all the Prachis broke out. One-hundred and four exact duplicates of the short-and-stacked Hindi beauty began kissing, rubbing, licking, sucking, nibbling, biting, fingering, groping, grinding, each other in a titanic display of self-love.

(Rosalie eventually joined in, while Winifred watched. Winifred, being insubstantial, only ever watched)

The orgy filled the hall with identical sounds of pleasure as the army of Prachis fucked for the next two hours, covering every surface they could with the same form in writhing passion. Prachi-Prime was at the center of it all, happily going from one duplicate to the next, pleasuring and getting pleasured in a cascading cavalcade of herself. Climax after climax she felt and she gave with every possible body part. There was so much Prachi and she wanted as much as she could get.

When the group had finally spent their energy and the rollicking orgy was coming to a close, Prachi-Prime sadly snuck away, leaving her 103 doppelgangers in the hall. Once she was a safe distance away, she canceled the spell. There would be consequences for tonight's actions -- she hadn't asked permission, after all, though most students had a good sense of humor about these things -- and she already was planning the next step.

Aerosol. She was going to review the chapter on steam in Allison's thesis and get to work. Just think of how many more people she could infect if she could get good and airborne.

This really was the transformation that kept giving.