Azure’s body obeyed before her mind could fully process the command.

The shift was faster this time, almost automatic. Her blue skin lightened and smoothed into Sophia Vale’s pale, flawless tone. Her features rearranged — sharper cheekbones, fuller lips, darker hair cascading down her shoulders. Her breasts grew slightly heavier, her waist became more elegantly defined, and her hips took on the mature, commanding curves that belonged to Vince’s aunt.

When the transformation finished, she looked exactly like Sophia Vale.

Vince stared down at her spread pussy with dark satisfaction. He gripped her ankles tighter, spreading her legs even wider until her knees nearly touched the table on either side of her.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice low and cruel. "My perfect, untouchable aunt... bent over and dripping like a whore."

Vince had hidden and watched his aunt naked many years ago. Now he had her on the table.

"This really you, Sophia," he said, eyes locked on her exposed pussy. "The only thing missing is that little leaf tattoo."

He dragged the thick head of his cock — still slick from her ass — up and down her swollen folds, teasing her before pushing inside in one brutal thrust.

Azure (in Sophia’s body) gasped sharply as he filled her completely. Vince groaned in pleasure, burying himself to the hilt in her tight cunt. He didn’t give her any time to adjust. He started fucking her hard, deep, punishing strokes that made the table creak beneath her.

Vince’s grip on her ankles tightened as he drove into her faster, watching her heavy breasts bounce violently with every impact.

"Fuck... even like this you feel perfect," he growled, slamming into her harder. "Tighter than Harmione. Wetter than you have any right to be."

He leaned over her, folding her legs back further, nearly bending her in half as he pounded her pussy. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her soaked cunt filled the small room.

Azure’s transformed body trembled beneath him, her hands gripping the edges of the table as she endured the relentless pace.

Vince released one ankle and reached down, grabbing her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he fucked her.

"Cum for me, Aunt Sophia," he taunted, voice dripping with dark pleasure. "Let me feel this perfect pussy squeeze my cock."

He thrust deeper, grinding against her cervix with every stroke. Azure’s moans grew louder and more broken despite herself, her shapeshifting walls fluttering and clenching around him as unwanted pleasure mixed with the pain.

Then Vince suddenly stopped moving, hips pressed flush against her, expecting her to do the rest.

But nothing happened.

Her inner walls stayed still. No rippling. No massaging. No pulsing. It felt like a normal pussy — warm and wet, but ordinary.

His anger flared instantly.

"Massage my dick," he ordered, voice cold.

But he felt nothing. No movement. No shapeshifting response.

"It isn’t under my control, sir," Azure answered quietly.

Vince pulled out abruptly, his cock glistening with her juices. He slapped her pussy hard with his open palm, the sharp smack echoing in the room. Azure cried out, her body jerking from the sting.

"I want you," he growled. "I want you now."

Azure let the shapeshift fade. The pale skin darkened back to deep blue. Dark hair became bright pink. Her features returned to their original form, pink eyes, sharp little canines, and a slick blue pussy still swollen and leaking.

Vince moved his head down between her spread legs. Azure’s breathing became uncomfortable, shallow and tense, as he pressed his nose directly against her slick, swollen pussy.

He inhaled deeply, slow, deliberate, animalistic. His nostrils flared as he breathed in the mixed scent of her arousal and the faint traces left behind. He sniffed again, longer this time, dragging his nose up and down her slick folds, pressing harder against her clit and entrance as if trying to pull the scent out of her body.

Azure shuddered, her hands tightening on the edges of the table.

Vince didn’t stop. He moved lower, pressing his nose right against her still-tender asshole, inhaling the combined scent of her ass and the remnants of his own cum. Then he moved back up, sniffing every inch of her pussy with obsessive focus.

He pressed his ear directly against her entrance.

For a long, humiliating moment, he listened. His ear sealed against her wet folds as if he could hear something inside her, some lingering echo of another man’s cock, another man’s cum, another man’s claim.

Azure’s thighs trembled beside his head. She felt exposed in the worst possible way, not just physically, but violated on a deeper level.

Vince pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with rage and something almost feral.

"I can smell him," he whispered. "Deep inside you. Thick. Fresh." He pressed two fingers roughly into her pussy, scooping out a mix of her wetness. He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled again. "He came here. He filled you."

He leaned in once more, pressing his face fully between her legs, tongue dragging slowly across her folds before he sniffed again, almost violently.

"Who was he?" he asked, voice dangerously low.

Azure didn’t answer. Vince slapped her pussy hard, the sharp smack echoing through the room. Azure cried out, her body jerking violently.

"Is it the boy from Hogsby?" he snarled, raising his voice. "Answer me."

He didn’t care how loud he was. The room was completely soundproof. He had used it for this exact purpose many times before.

"Answer me," he repeated, grabbing her thighs and spreading her even wider, his face hovering inches from her exposed, dripping pussy. "I’m going to kill him... I’m going to kill him."

Azure’s pink eyes met his, fear and defiance warring in her gaze. The silence stretched.

Then, from somewhere far outside the room, a single, distant scream echoed through the building, sharp, terrified, and abruptly cut off.

Vince’s head snapped toward the door. The campus had been too quiet all day.

Now it wasn’t.