Layla Ann casually took another deep inhale of the cigarette. The weed contained in it filled her lungs and her eyes lazily drooped while a smile grew on her face. She was completely nude in a basement with several other people, most of whom had passed out save for one guy banging Robin across the room. The feeling of his dick still filled Layla’s vagina and her heavy mascara covered face was sweaty. It dripped from her forehead down onto her metal piercings and made them glisten while her pink hair drooped, having long lost the effects of the gel and hairspray. Her breasts hung out in the open and she probably would have toyed with them if she wasn’t in the afterglow of sex. All her hazy mind wanted right now was something to chew on. That urge to open a bag of salty snacks and have the feeling of chewing filled her mind and bounced around until her blunt ran out and was dropped on the carpet. She lay there on the couch dazed out of her mind for a little longer and didn’t even react when Robin got out from under what’s his face and began to make out with her and feel up her body. Layla wasn’t a lesbian but she was hardly in a state to complain if Robin wanted the experience. She might have orgasmed but she couldn’t remember. She just remained on that couch until her hazy mind began to clear and she blinked feeling a monster headache wrack her.
“Oh,” she groaned sitting upwards and looking around. She recognized maybe two of the dozen people in the basement and she didn’t even know what clothing she’d arrived in so instead of trying to remember she just pulled on a pair of men’s boxers, a bra that was two sizes too large, a pair of short shorts that were also too big, a pair of crusty socks, and a tank top that read “Bang me” and was sized for a man twice as big as her. It hung off her but she was hardly in a state to care and slipped on two different shoes that were both left and after finding her phone dead she stepped outside into the fog of the early morning with that haze still washing over her but quickly fading and being replaced by grumpiness and knowledge that she would be yelled at by her mother when she got home.
Her footsteps echoed through the quiet neighbourhood and she looked left and right trying to figure out whose home she had left proper clothing at. She eventually decided on Billy Zane since she’d come home barefoot after fucking him two weeks prior. She would get nice shoes and maybe some dick on the side, it might improve her mood.
At that thought she heard the rattle of garbage cans and turned staring at them in a distant and lost manner. She stood there and her mouth widened and her eyes drooped. The thought escaped her and in frustration a figure emerged from behind them. Some girl from school except she had a bigger bust than Layla remembered.
“Why were you behind the garbage cans?” She asked in a rather dumb manner and the girl sighed and glared at her.
“THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!” She screamed before diving at Layla. They collided and mashed together before slinking downwards. Bones turned to sludge, organs vanished entirely, and Layla’s mind emptied and was absorbed and broken down by this girl. The slushy bag of human blend shuddered and arms and legs burst out of it followed by a head and hands. Candice reformed into her sexy self and stretched upwards feeling a newfound aloofness. She was still the smartest girl in school and still stuck to a rather strict schedule but now memories of trying new things, breaking the rules, and not caring about concequences as much filled her. She smiled knowing she had just become more perfect for Billy and now he could call her on a weekday and fuck her and her grades wouldn’t slip because of it. The only problem was there was a lot of weed in her system and that was something she didn’t want to take with her, so she shuddered as clothes formed on her again and spat on the ground. That spit expanded and expanded until an undifferentiated blob lay on the sidewalk. Candice shuddered as a piercing popped up on her nose and in her belly button and she walked off into the fog leaving the blob alone.
It shook and shuddered back and forth before arms and legs extended along with a head and fingers. The body morphed into a feminine shape and hips and breasts formed while orifaces opened. The mismatched clothes formed on Layla again and she’s lay there’s on the sidewalk while her pink hair erupted again and stared blankly at the sky while drool dropped from her mouth.