Payback! - Anal Beads TF (reupload)
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Thelma and Kristin had been roommates for nearly two years, a pairing that worked surprisingly well despite their different personalities. Thelma was the wild one, impulsive and flirtatious, always chasing the next thrill. Kristin was more reserved, thoughtful, the type who planned her weeks in advance using color-coded calendars. They balanced each other out, with Thelma dragging Kristin to parties occasionally while Kristin made sure the bills got paid on time. Their apartment wasn't fancy, but it was in a decent neighborhood. They had an unspoken agreement about dating: keep it out of the apartment unless it was getting serious. Thelma cycled through men regularly, usually spending nights at their places rather than bringing them home. Kristin dated less frequently but more intentionally. So when she mentioned she wanted to bring her new boyfriend Jason over for dinner, Thelma knew this one must be special. "You'll like him," Kristin said, chopping vegetables for the pasta sauce she was preparing. "He's smart, funny... and honestly, the sex is incredible." Thelma laughed, sipping her wine. She was genuinely happy for her friend. That was before she met Jason. The moment he walked through their door, something electric passed between them. He was tall with dark hair that fell just right above intense blue eyes. But it wasn't just his looks. It was the way he carried himself, confident but not cocky, the slight rasp in his voice when he laughed. "I should probably head out," Thelma said, trying to be decent despite the way her eyes lingered on his broad shoulders. "Give you two some privacy." "Nonsense," he said, his voice deep and rich. "Stay for dinner." So she did. Throughout the meal, she caught him watching her when Kristin wasn't looking. Each glance lasted a second too long to be innocent. Thelma had always been weak when it came to temptation. What Thelma didn't realize was that Kristin had started noticing things after the dinner, Small inconsistencies in Jason’s stories. Like coming home early one night, hearing the unmistakable sounds from Thelma's room, and then calling Jason, knowing his phone would be just on the other side of that bedroom door. When he didn't answer, when Thelma emerged flushed and disheveled claiming she'd been masturbating, Kristin knew for certain. But she didn't confront them immediately. That wasn't her style. Instead, she reached out to her brother, a research scientist at a biotechnology lab. He told her about an experimental serum they were developing, something that could completely restructure organic material at the molecular level. It wasn't ready for proper testing, but he owed her a favor after she'd bailed him out of financial trouble last year. "You sure about this?" he asked when he handed her the vial. "This stuff hasn't been properly tested yet." "I'm sure," Kristin replied, her voice cold in a way her brother had never heard before. The morning it happened, Thelma was having a hangover, grateful for the coffee Kristin had prepared. "You feeling okay?" Kristin asked, a strange smile playing on her lips as she watched Thelma drink the offee. "Just tired," Thelma mumbled, downing the coffee without noticing anything unusual about the taste. Little did she know that in those few swallows, she had sealed her fate. The serum was already beginning its work, rewriting her at the molecular level, preparing to transform her into something less than human a fitting punishment for the less than human way she had treated her friend. An hour later, while she was applying makeup, Kristin appeared in her doorway, arms crossed, face devoid of the friendly expression Thelma had grown accustomed to. "Thelma, can I ask you something?" Her roommate's voice was eerily calm. "Why the fuck are you fucking my boyfriend?" Thelma nearly dropped her mascara wand. Her heart hammered against her ribs as panic surged through her veins. "What? That's ridiculous! I would never..." "Save the bullshit" Kristin snapped. "Listen, I can explain," Thelma began, though she had no explanation that could possibly justify what she'd done. "It just happened. We didn't mean to... I'm so sorry. It was wrong. We should have never..." "Don't worry," Kristin said, leaning against the doorframe. "I know how to deal with backstabbing bitches like you. Look in the mirror." Thelma turned toward her vanity mirror and screamed. Blackness was spreading rapidly across her skin, which now had an unnatural sheen like... rubber? The transformation moved up her arms, turning her flesh into something synthetic and flexible. "What did you do to me?" Thelma shrieked, watching in horror as her forearms stiffened, becoming cylindrical and smooth. The texture was changing everywhere now, her skin losing its pores, its imperfections, becoming uniformly glossy black. "I put you in your place," Kristin replied calmly. "The serum is quite innovative. It reprograms matter at the molecular level. You should be honored. A bitch
