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  She had been staring at you the entire time. You hadn’t noticed at first when you arrived at the library a couple of hours ago, but as you had gone about your business, you felt that creeping unease of being watched. At first, you caught glimpses of her in your periphery, peering out at you from behind bookcases or between the shelves. You thought you were just being paranoid, but as the afternoon wore on, she became more brazen, looking down at you from balconies or staring from the other side of the room. Studying became impossible as you wondered about her intentions. Was she a stalker? Was she going to follow you home? And now here, she was sat directly opposite you, her icy blue eyes seeming to pierce the makeshift wall of books you had built up to hide from her. Regardless of what you did you could feel them, watching you. You knew you had to say something, to put an end to whatever the hell this was. You clenched your fist under the table, knuckles white, as you steeled y...

"MMM, Ahhhh, yeah right there," her pleasured cries reverberated off the walls, accompanied by the dull thud of the bed as it rocked back and forth. You groaned in response, grabbing your pillow to cover your ears, as you glanced wearily at the clock beside you, the crimson digits on the display read 03:34. Staci was the ideal roommate for the most part. Neat, organized, and you both got along great having been friends since college. The only gripe you had was her penchant for hookups and quick flings. Now that's not to say you had anything against her constantly bringing guys home or her willingness to sleep around; she was your friend and an adult after all. She was well within her rights to do as she pleased. No, your issue was that she was a screamer. You lost track of nights of sleep had been lost to the soundtrack of her getting her brains railed out, and it seemed tonight would be another one of those nights. The bed's rhythmic thudding grew louder, drowning ou...

 Her hands moved with a precision that belied their gentleness, fingertips tracing lines of fire along your skin. You knew you should resist. You knew you could overpower her and break free. But the way her hands moved and glided across your body was intoxicating, melting away any tension and leaving only pleasure. You had never been touched like this. Each caress, each stroke, sent shivers through you, followed by a pleasant tingle and a suppressed moan. Your body went limp from each new sensation her hands brought. She began with your hair, her fingers combing through it with a tenderness that made you shiver. You felt a slight tingling at your scalp, and then a weight. Your hair, once short and coarse, lengthened and softened, cascading down in silken waves. The new length brushed against your shoulders, a whisper of what was to come. Her touch moved to your face, tracing the lines of your jaw, the curve of your cheeks. A warm, tingling sensation spread beneath her fingers, ...

  You knew you should stop, that it was changing you, but she just tastes so good. Her juices like sweet nectar, dripping down your chin and you lapped them up greedily, ignoring the subtle tingling that crawled over your body in waves. As you continued, the tingling sensation intensified, coursing through your veins with an electrifying force. Your lips, once chapped and rough, became softer, fuller. You could feel them molding to the shape of her, each touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. The transformation was subtle at first, a gentle reshaping of your features, a lightening of your touch. But with every taste, every drop, the changes became more pronounced. Your hands, once firmly gripping her thighs, slimmed and softened. Calluses from years of hard work faded away, replaced by smooth, delicate skin. You glanced down, catching sight of your now long and elegant fingers, perfectly manicured without you realizing it. She bucked her hips against your face, a moa...