Sofia Burnonkoff was an exchange student attending Candice and Billy’s high school. She was a slender and well endowed teenage girl with pale skin like fallen snow and dark brown hair that contrasted it perfectly. As beautiful as she was most people didn’t see her as attractive because of her body, rather the boys in school had taken an interest in her Russian accent and foreign cultural heritage. In particular Billy Zane had taken an interest in her and after a ruffled night of intense sex with the prime rib of a man Sofia had been texting him and daydreaming about his body during very random moments of her life. The Garret’s, the family she was staying with on the exchange, thought she was just homesick but in reality she was loving Billy Zane and that’s affextion was returned. The boy loved her accent and commented on it constantly, to the point where just talking to him seemed to turn him on. Sofia has chatted with him earlier but was now preparing for bed after a lengthy exchange event where she’d met people from various other cultures. She was humming to herself and brushing her hair completely oblivious to the pair of eyes watching her through her window.
Sofia turned around and walked into the bathroom to pee and when she returned she was startled by the wind blowing through her open window. She crept towards it and peered out. The drapes shipped back and forth beside her but no one seemed to be outside. Sofia purses her lips and slammed the window shut before seating herself down on her stool and returning to her brushing. She felt anxious for a few seconds before she shut her eyes and hummed a song her mother had taught her as a child. Once it was done she opened her eyes and was startled to find a girl standing behind her that she recognized from school.
“You should have looked around inside,” Candice smirked before leaping at Sophia. The second they made contact the two girls were absorbed into one another. Hair retreated, limbs shrunk, and soon they were a ball of pale flesh on the ground that settled into place. It jiggles back and forth as DNA was rearranged and mind and memories were erased and absorbed. Soon enough the blob divided into two and Candice rose from one of them. Her breasts still enlarged, her clothes still perfect, and her mind still free. Except now her giggle was laced with a Russian accent, the accent Sophia had held moments earlier.
“Tata,” Candice laughed as some of reality shifted. Her entire family had now immigrated from Russia a few years ago instead of being native to their country. She jumped out the window seeking her next target out while the wind caught a pamphlet from the exchange meeting that floated over to what was left. The second blob was nothing but a naked, hairless nothing with no mind of its own. The pamphlet landed on its face and began to glow as the featureless figure absorbed it.