The darkness spread through Winno’s body. She watched as it crawled over her fingers, stretching up deeper into her hands. The pool of liquid was draining faster now, up into her body. She could hear the whispers, voices in the darkness whispering vile lewd things to her. She grimaced and tried to pull her hand away from the bowl, away from the cursed water, but it only pulled tighter on her, keeping her trapped with her hands buried into it.

The darkness spread up into her veins, into her blood. She watched as her veins slowly darkened, spreading out like a sickness across them. It traveled up her arms. Within seconds it would be within her heart, spreading through her entire body like wildfire. By that point it would be too late. Winno placed her foot on the bottom of the basin and shoved with all of her might. Her hands did not budge. Instead she watched as the water drained faster, pooling into her body with increased vigor. Her straining had only quickened her heart rate, speeding up the process.

It crawled over her arms, she could hear the voices clearer now. They demanded she become their vessel, their now host. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want any of this. All she wanted was a rejuvenating face wash, not this cursed substance. She could hear their demands, that she share her body, share her desires with them. She knew she couldn’t stop it, but this was her body, she had every right to share it with them.

The thought surprised her. That wasn’t what Winno was trying to say. She was trying to say that it was their body. It was their body. She couldn’t stop it. The sickness was already spreading into her mind. She cried, a deep black stained tear that rolled down her cheek. She looked up in the mirror above her sink. She could see the veins trailing up her neck, the spiderweb of sickness spreading. Her skin was growing paler, ashen white as it spread deeper. She could feel fingertips clawing at the back of her mind, stroking on her ego. They whispered towards her, desires.

Winno felt her body betray her. She felt her hands shoot out of the bowl, no drained of the liquid and claw at her breasts. She felt them swell in her hands, no their hands. They felt their mouth hang open as a gasp of sweet relief came out of it. Black spit bubble in their mouth and dripped down the sides of their chin. It stained it, black marks inking their way in crossing lines, rolling down their body. Their right hand followed, nails sharpening into pointed claws. They slid their hand down, cupping their dripping, empty, needy pussy. Quickly, roughly, they shoved three fingers inside. It was more than Winno had ever taken before. They gasped at the sensation of feeling so full. Their body adjusted itself, slick black juices gushed around their fingers as they spread themselves wider. Yes. Fill ourselves.

Yes they needed to be filled. Winno could only gasp as their back arched, their spine bending slightly, extruding outward as each joint became reinforced with a small armored spike on the back. They could feel their hair growing tangled and knotted, braiding itself with harsh metallic strands. Their left hand shot forward slamming against the wall. The wood buckled cracking under the strain. They stared in the mirror, their eyes swirling with darkness, beneath it shadows swirled pulsing outward clouding the whiteness. Their teeth sharpened, skin growing pale white, lips pinching at the ends before pulling upwards. They licked their lips. Beautiful. Want to make more beautiful.

Yes Winno needed to make more people beautiful. Just like them. Their joints cracked, metallic threads slipping in the breaks and reinforcing them. They removed their soaked fingers from their pussy, the lips swollen and coated with their fluids. The patterns from their fluids etched into webbing across their body.

Winno slowly turned towards the door their hand stretching towards the handle. They gripped it, crushing the soft metal, bending it inward as they turned the knob. They opened it, fingers curling around the edge of it. The other sisters are asleep. We must convert them. Make them beautiful. Winno nodded. The voices in their head were right. They crept around the church, sharpened nails on their feet scraping the wooden floor. The soft splash of their juices on the floor with every few steps, the only other sound in the darkness.

Ahead, a light stretched around the corner, a rich golden glow. Winno jumped, launching off of the balls of their feet. They landed, perched in one of the rafters, crawling forward on all fours. They dropped lower, a low rumble of arousal in their throat. They longed to taste the stranger, to convert them.

Sister Harriet, the stout, rounded woman rounded the corner in her robes. The black cloth tied tightly around her with black rope. It did nothing for the beautiful woman to show off her body. Her delicious, juicy body. We must taste her. The voices sent waves of arousal through Winno. As the sister passed underneath their perch in the rafters, Winno could feel their body give in to their lust as the corrupted younger sister came.

The fluids fell, quickly coating Sister Harriet’s hood sending her into surprise. She turned looking up with her lantern at the rafters. The scream that threatened to escape her throat was cut off as she was hurled to the ground by the force that was once Winno. The younger sister slammed into her, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Luckily for Winno, Sister Harriet absorbed most of the force for them. Sister Harriet attempted to fight off the beast, pushing it off of her when instead all she did was excite Winno.

Winno grabbed the sister’s hands pinning them to her chest. The beast growled, a long forked tongue escaping the rows of teeth. Winno quickly forced it into the screaming sister’s mouth. It snaked in, wrestling for a second with hers before growing bored. It pushed it’s tongue deeper, the tip of it swelling wider in the sister’s throat. The sister howled around the gag, gasping for air. Winno gagged, surging her chest forward. Something pulsed from within her throat surging around the tongue, pushing through it like a hose. It pushed into the sister’s mouth, sliding down her throat where it burst free. The sister gurgled as her eyes rolled back into her head.

Winno held her tight, watching as the darkness began to spread up Sister Harriet’s neck. They could feel the sister go limp slowly, her body shaking, writhing. Winno removed their tongue running it over their lips. Harriet had tasted so sweet, would all the other’s taste so sweet.

Winno slid forward, dragging their dripping crotch over Harriet’s face. They slammed their hips down, a loud crack sounding out as Harriet’s head collided with the ground. Slowly Winno began to grind. They rocked their hips against the sister’s face, using it for their pleasure. They growled, pressing harder. They could feel Harriet’s tongue running through their folds, dragging the pleasure out of them. It only urged Winno on harder, faster, meaner. Their nails dug into Harriet’s head, forcing them deeper against their aching body.

Winno came howling into the silence of the night. They turned, eyes laden with lust, looking back at Harriet. They lay on the ground, trembling still, fingers only beginning to turn into claws. They crouched low, raising themselves off of the sister. Harriet stared blankly ahead, empty, still changing. They would come back for Harriet. But first there were many other sisters to taste and a whole night to enjoy the pleasures of all of them.