Abby walked rapidly through the empty, dark corridor heading back toward the dance floor from the bathroom. She was fuming mad at herself, and beginning to feel nervous that people were staring at her. The voice whispered in her mind, "calm down, just blend in."
She understood what the voice really meant and pushed through her anxiety to will her body to shift to look exactly like the Japanese girl, Mika. Her height shrank down to a just over 5'. Her figure filled in, giving her a high, round ass, and her breasts lost some of their perk. Her skin durned a pale yellow, and her nipples and vulva shifted to a much darker flesh tone. Her hair became jet black, and perfectly straight. Her vision altered slightly as an epicanthic fold formed on her eye lids and her nasal bridge lowered. Her makeup shifted too, her lips turning hot pink, and a purple eye shadow her eyelids.
"That was almost too easy." Abby though as she walked onto the dance floor, a small smile creeping onto her face. She intended to walk to the exit, past the bouncer and look for a cab to hail but, as she was half way across the dance floor she felt a hand on her arm. Immediately her mind filled with the thoughts of the person who grabbed her. It was a short man, maybe 5' 7" wearing skinny jeans and a tight, collared shirt. His name was Jay. Abby spun to look at him when he started shouting over the music, "Are you already leaving? I thought you wanted to dance?" Abby sifted through his thoughts and realized this man knew Mika, and had been hitting on her most of the night.
"Sorry, I'm not feeling great."
"Where'd your friend go? I was hoping to see you guys dance together!"
Abby paused briefly, thinking up a believable lie. "She's already outside waiting for me with a cab."
"Oh, okay, well can I at least get your number?"
Again, Abby paused, "Sorry, you're sweet, but I'm not really into men."
The man looked shocked. Abby knew why, Mika had made out and flirted with the man most of the night. Abby just needed to get out of the place. As she tried to think of another way to extract herself from the situation, the man began to have a puzzled look on his face as he looked down toward the floor.
"Did you change clothes?""
"CRAP!" thought Abby, as tried to free herself from Jay's grip. Behind Jay, she saw two security guys take off running toward the bathroom. Time was up, she needed to get out of here now. She took off toward the door slipping from Jay's grip, and climbed the stairs as quickly as she could.
She wanted to get as far away from the club as possible, as quickly as possible. Once outside, she hailed a cab, and told him her apartment address. As the cab sailed through lower Manhattan, heading for city hall and the Brooklyn Bridge, she mentally replayed what'd happened in the club bathroom.
At first, she was just having fun. She thought she could easily control the hunger, and for the first few minutes in the bathroom she had. She'd hoisted herself onto the bathroom counter and positioned the Japanese girl, who she now knew was really named Mika, between her thighs. Then, the red head, Mary, had started kissing Abby aggressively. Between Mika's deep probing of her pussy and massaging of her clit, and the kisses from Mary, Abby felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Simultaneously, the hunger began to assert itself in a way she hadn't predicted. Her pupils didn't blacken, and the black veins never manifested, but the hunger was pushing her, fanning the flames of her urges.
After a few more minutes, the orgasm began coursing through her. Abby was lost in the pleasure and didn't sense that her pussy had started to feed on Mika, bathing Abby's pussy and Mika's face in faint red light. Mary did notice though, and began to panic and pull away from Abby's mouth to draw attention to the strange sight she was witnessing. Mary's mind wasn't able to understand what the read smoke flowing from Mika's mouth was.
Abby felt the change in Mary's mental state, and through unknown instinct, pulled Mary to her face, and began to feed on her too. The feeding increased the mental link exponentially, and Abby, without any conscious effort, wiped Mary's memory of what was happening. Abby didn't take much of Mary's sexual energy, just enough so that her mind could cause the woman to pass out. She'd wake in the morning only having faint memories of a hard partying the previous evening.
Meanwhile, Mika continues to lick Abby's engorged clit, unable to stop as long as the sexual energy flowed from her. Mika seemed to have an almost endless reserve of sexual energy. A small part of Abby's mind thought it strange that so much energy could come from someone who, when Abby had looked through her mind, had almost no sexual experience. In response to the faint thought, she heard the voice again, "She's untouched, a virgin...Enjoy her!" As Abby probed the girls mind further, she saw that this was her first sexual encounter outside of masturbating and kissing. The girl had never even had an orgasm!
Perhaps it was because just days ago Abby was of the same level of sexual experience and just as innocent, but Abby felt guilt in what she was doing. Abby forced herself to stop feeding, and Mika collapsed onto the floor, panting. She was still conscious. "What did you do to me?! That felt so good!" The young girl writhed on the floor, feeling her breasts, and shoving a hand down her skirt and panties, searching urgently for her own sex.
Abby felt her flight instinct take over. She rushed out of the bathroom, wanting to head back toward the dance floor and the exit, but the bathroom line that'd formed slowed her enough that she heard Mika call out behind her, "Please, don't leave me, I need to cum!"
People started looking at Abby as she pushed past them. This isn't what she wanted to happen. "Damn, what if there were cameras in the bathroom?" she thought to herself. "What if Mika remembered everything? What if Mary never woke up?"
.............
As the cab rolled toward Brooklyn, Abby sat in silence, wrestling with what had just happened. She realized she really didn't understand the nature of these abilities, despite how confident she felt after draining Wil. The power was intoxicating for her. She'd have to be very careful to not let it take over. As she processed the events, she reluctantly admitted to herself that she hadn't lost control of her mind, but she couldn't say the same for her body. Her pussy wanted to feed on Mika, not her mind. If her pussy could do that, could other parts of her body demonstrate their own desires too? That kind of made sense to her, after remembering how she'd unconsciously shifted forms to closer match Wil's desires.
The cab arrived at her apartment. She dug in Sarah's purse looking for cash, paid the driver, and exited the cab heading to their apartment. Every flight she climbed she felt the weight of the day press upon her. She was tired. Her body felt energized, no doubt from the four people she'd fed on that day, but her mind was exhausted. She opened the door to the apartment and saw her best friend sitting at the table eating a cup of yogurt and reading a magazine. Sarah initially looked tired, but Abby was just happy she was awake. Calm started to come to Abby, at least until Sarah looked up.
As Abby entered the apartment and kicked off her shoes, Sarah looked up from reading. A look of surprise and fear appeared on her face.
"Who are you and why do you have keys to this apartment?!"
Abby quickly realized she still looked like Mika. Immediately she shifted to her new default body and started to speak to Sarah, but Sarah, having just witnessed a person suddenly change form, started to scream. She bolted up from the table and grabbed the nearest thing she could find to defend herself: a fry pan on the stove.
"Sarah, it's me, Abbs, I swear I can explain this all, just put down the pan and we can talk."
"BULLSHIT, WHO OR WHAT ARE YOU!?"
"Sarah, sweetie, it really is me, can we just please talk for a minute!"
Abby could have kicked herself as realized she was still in a form that Sarah couldn't recognize. She shifted again, this time into her old body. As she did, the wrap dress began to feel incredibly tight and started to bind and bunch and stretch under the stress. Abby decided to just shift her face, and leave her body where it was, halfway between new Abby and old Abby. Sarah screamed again.
"Abby, what is wrong with you, how did you do that?!" Sarah began to cry, dropping the pan, and slumping on to the floor.
Abby ran to Sarah, hugging her tightly. As Abby made contact with Sarah she could sense how foggy her memory was. Abby pushed her own experiences and memories into Sarah's mind, hoping it would help her understand and speed the relieving of her grief, she tried to make Sarah feel more comfortable with what she'd just seen. Sarah continued to cry for a few minutes, until she looked up at Abby, "I can't believe any of it, but I can feel it's true. How did you do that to me? What are you now?"
Abby stood and walked to the kitchen table, taking a seat while Sarah followed. Abby started to explain about the necklace, the transforming, the voice that would speak to her, and need to feed, how normal food didn't taste right, how she could hear people's thoughts when she touched them. She omitted the incident with Wil and Mika for the time being. After what felt like an eternity, Sarah finally started to speak.
"So, this is all real? You can do those things...I mean, I know you can, I saw it and felt it, but still, this is all insane, you know that right?"
"Yeah, I know, but I don't have any better an explanation than what I gave you."
"So you can become anyone you want, just by imagining looking that way?"
"Uh, well, yeah, I guess. I've only really shifted into a few other forms."
