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Anne waited by the bus stop. She had just gotten off work and was dressed in a black and gray striped pencil skirt and white blouse under her black jacket. A pair of modest heels and her thick framed glasses finished her look. Anne climbed onto the bus and swiped her card before walking back to find a seat. With a heavy sigh she sat down by a window. From her expression it was obvious Anne was in a mood, but it wasn't because of her job.

When Anne agreed to move in with her old friend Brook she had expected the dating pool to be amazing. However, ever since she had moved into the big city, her dating life had been drier than Death Valley. One potential date after another had fallen through, canceled, or out-right ghosted her. Here it was Friday again and she was having a hard time maintaining any hope for her evening plans.

I swear, how is it harder to find a guy in the city than back in a small town? Anne thought to herself. Blonds have more fun my ass! If this next one falls through I'm seriously thinking of moving back there.

She sighed to herself, knowing that her current job was way better paying than the firm back at that small town, and had avenues of advancement as well. It would be foolish for Anne to walk away from it just to hit up the boys back home for a night of drinking and sex. But still, maybe a little vacation back to her old stomping grounds was in order before she went completely crazy.

The bus came to a stop and a passenger got on. A very smartly dressed woman with blond ringlets walked down the aisle, her red high heels audibly clicking. The woman was dressed in a power suit of a light lavender color, obviously tailored to accent every curve of her body. She stopped by Anne and motioned to the seat next to her.

“Pardon me, is this seat taken?"

“Ah, no, go ahead." Anne replied pretty much automatically.

“Thank you." The woman took her seat gracefully and smoothed out her skirt.

The bus rumbled along its route for a moment before the new passenger broke the silence.

“That's quite an expression to wear on a beautiful Friday evening."

“Oh, ah, sorry." Anne was caught a little off guard, not expecting any conversation. “I was just thinking about things."

“I see," her soft voice seemed friendly and inviting, “having some troubles?"

Anne sighed. “Yeah, you could say that."

The woman nodded. “Is it work or personal?"

“Definitely personal." Anne wasn't one to normally vent to a stranger on the bus, but the woman had asked and her smile was warm and inviting. “Do you live in the city?"

“Not this city, no. I'm just visiting for business. I have been enjoying my time here, however." her smile widened and there was a look of humor in her eyes, as if she was trying not to giggle.

“Ever since I came here I can't seem to find a date. Every guy keeps flaking out on me for some unknown reason. It's enough to make me think I'm cursed."

“That is a shame, especially for such a beautiful woman like yourself. Maybe it's just a run of bad luck."

Anne blushed slightly at the compliment. “That's what my flatmate keeps saying, but I'm starting to wonder. It would be one thing if we met up and things didn't click, you know?"

“Oh, I hear you, I've been on a bad date or two in my time. Maybe you just need to go out there and catch a man the old fashioned way. Or woman, I don't judge." She winked playfully at her.

The last part made Anne crack a smile and chuckle. “Maybe. Honestly I was thinking of swinging back to my old hometown for a weekend or something."

“Don't move backwards, it's not worth it in the end. You just have to keep moving forward, trust me."

“ I'm just hopeful tonight won't be another disappointment."

The woman slipped a hand into her jacket and pulled something out. “Here, take this."

“What is it?" Anne asked as she felt something in a plastic wrapper placed into her hand.

“Just a little candy. I always find that a little bit of sweetness improves my disposition. Who knows, it might bring you luck in catching a partner tonight."

“Heh, at this point I'll try anything. Thank you."

“My pleasure."

They rode in silence for a few more blocks before the woman got up and pulled the cord.

“Excuse me, this is my stop, happy hunting!" She smiled and moved to exit the bus.

“Have a good night." Anne called after her.

She looked down at the piece of hard candy in her hand. Did I actually just take candy from a stranger? Ah well, it's not like she's following me home, right? It felt good to talk about things with somebody else. I'm sure Brooke is tired of hearing me complain about my dating situation.

Anne slipped the candy into her jacket pocket and continued her journey home. The rest of her ride was uneventful, but her mood had improved slightly from venting a little to the random woman. From her stop it was a quick walk to the building she lived in. After climbing the steps to her flat and opening the door, she nearly tripped over a moving box.

“Damn it Brooke! I get it!" she swore out loud before kicking the mostly empty box across the floor. “She is so passive-aggressive sometimes." Anne mumbled as she closed and locked the door.

Brooke had been complaining about the few boxes still lingering around the flat after Anne moved in. She meant to go through the last few odds and ends and either put them away or dump them, but other more important, or interesting things kept coming up. Anne made a mental note to take care of the last few boxes by the end of the weekend as she slipped off her jacket..

As she hung up her jacket by the door, Anne remembered the candy in her pocket. After fishing out the wrapped confection she shrugged to herself and unwrapped the red candy and popped it into her mouth. Anne smiled as the flavor hit her tongue.

Mmmm, berry. Damn! That tastes good.

Just then, she heard an alert on her phone. Anne checked her messages while sucking softly on the candy, enjoying its sweet flavor. As her eyes saw the text on the screen her smile faded. It was from her date for the evening, canceling for some unspecified reason. She couldn't help letting out a cry of pure frustration.

“God damn it! What the hell?" Anne sucked harder on the candy in her mouth. Just great! Instead of a wild night out on the town it will be just another night in with Brooke watching trash TV!

In a final fit of frustration she bit down on the candy in her mouth, loudly crushing it. Anne tossed her phone on the counter and kicked off the modest heels she had been wearing. Swallowing what was left of the candy in her mouth she started to head to the fridge for a drink. She needed something to drown her sorrows with. Just as Anne placed her hand on the door of the fridge she started to feel strange. She placed a hand on her head, suddenly feeling a little woozy.

Maybe alcohol isn't the best choice right now. She paused to rub her forehead. Ugg, why do I feel stiff all of a sudden?

Anne halfheartedly tried to stretch out her arms before she pulled open the door of the fridge. She bypassed the beer for a bottle of water instead. Anne had just unscrewed the cap when she felt a shock go through her entire body. She stiffened immediately, so hard that she crushed the plastic bottle in her hand, spraying the cold water everywhere. The bottle then clattered onto the floor.

What's going on?

Anne was confused and growing more frightened by the second. She felt something under her clothes spreading across her skin. As Anne went to take a look, her body started to become more than just stiff, it resisted her movements. She was left frozen in place like a statue.

Oh god! I can't move! Why can't I move?

Anne struggled but she could do little more than move her head. Her body seemed to be rooted in place, but it wasn't numb. In fact, she could feel a strange sensation tingling all over her skin. To her shock her body did start to move on its own. Her hands reached up and forcefully groped her chest making Anne gasp in surprise. The hands then ran down her sides and gave her rear a quick squeeze.

“No! Stop!" Anne shouted, “Whoever is making me do this! Stop it!"

Her hands ignored her pleas and continued to molest her. The strange sensation all along Anne's skin continued, like she was being coated in something, but it didn't feel wet exactly. It felt like things were bubbling just below her skin. Anne became acutely aware of pressure building up in four distinct spots along her back. She wanted to reach around to try and rub the points where it was most intense, but her arms refused to respond. Anne's body curled forward on its own and she let out a groan as whatever it was pushed out of her body and through the back of her blouse, tearing through the fabric like tissue paper.

She saw the movement out of the corners of her eyes and turned her head and gasped. Anne had sprouted new limbs. They looked vaguely like spider legs, multi-segmented and each one ending in a wicked point. However they were a bright reddish color that glistened in the overhead lights of the kitchen. As they flexed and moved she could feel the new limbs, even if she had no control over them.

Looking down at her hands Anne could see the same strange candy-like material quickly covering them. Long yellow claws grew out from the tips of her fingers. Suddenly Anne made a tight fist and then a pair of large pincer claws shot out from her wrists, tearing through the sleeves of her already ruined blouse.

“Oh my god! What the fuck is happening to me!" Anne cried out as she felt more changes bubbling under her clothes.

She felt her hips and thighs growing larger and more powerful as they stretched her skirt. The changes flowed down Anne's legs to her toes like liquid candy. Her legs stretched longer and her feet arched, almost as if she was wearing some kind of insane heel. Anne's toes, now down to just four per foot, dug into the flooring with claws just like her fingers now had. She gained at least two feet of height, but being closer to the ceiling was the least of her worries.

Anne was soon distracted by the feeling of an even more intense pressure at the base of her spine. Her clawed hands gripped the countertop, gouging out huge chunks as Anne's body braced itself for what was coming. Her mind was already barely dealing with her sudden transformation, when Anne's entire being was flooded with a searing sexual desire. It was made worse by her recent dating dry spell. It had been over a month since the last time Anne had sex, and the dull aching need in the back of her mind was amplified a thousand fold. She moaned loudly with need and desire, closing her eyes tightly she felt like whatever was coming was about to burst.

And burst it did. Tearing through Anne's panties and already tightly stretched skirt , a large thick growth forced its way out. It swelled now that it was free, taking on the rough shape of a spider's abdomen. The weight of it would have unbalanced her body, if not for the powerful legs she was now standing on. Her legs now free from the confines of her skirt shifted to take on a new wider stance. Anne knew there was something stirring inside her newest growth, but was distracted by what was happening up front.

Anne's chest swelled, but it was more than just increasing in size, she could feel things churning inside of the twin orbs. Her bra straps snapped painlessly against her hardened glistening red skin. Then she felt something moving, something opening and closing. And more importantly, eating. Looking down at her chest she saw her ruined bra and blouse being eaten by her breasts. Her hands moved on their own to help with the feeding. A pair of sharp-toothed maws chewed and swallowed the fabric that, until recently, contained them.

It wasn't that Anne could taste the fabric exactly, but it gave her a contented sensation as the torn clothing was consumed. Long tongues licked around the mouths, searching out any stray fibers and the sensation drew another moan out of Anne. Apparently her nipples being replaced with gaping jaws only increased her sensitivity. As her hands pulled the tattered remains of her skirt to feet to her chest, Anne became aware of another change to her body.

It almost caused a headache as the new sensory input flooded Anne's brain. She was seeing double, but not quite. A cluster of eyes had formed above her sex. The bright red eyes didn't perceive light the same way as the ones behind her glasses did.

At least they aren't nearsighted… Anne couldn't help but think as she grew accustomed to her new field of vision.

Below her eyes her sex began to twitch and shift, sending waves of pleasure right up Anne's spine to her brain. She cried out in a minor orgasm as venom laced fangs were birthed out of what was now yet another mouth. The crotch mouth flexed its jaws, ready to sink its fangs into something. Anne was panting; the small release only made her desperate for more. She then felt something overly sharp in her mouth.

“Ow! What was that?"

Gently running her tongue over her teeth, Anne discovered her canines were now long and pointed fangs. She could almost swear they were dripping something other than saliva. Though Anne didn't know it, her lips had shifted color to a dark and glossy black color.

Anne's attention was suddenly drawn back to her rear. She felt not only something squirming inside the secondary abdomen, but pure sexual stimulation as well. Anne moaned loudly as her hands played with her monstrous breasts, the long tongues from the mouths licked her clawed fingers as they teased. Then suddenly a long phallic tentacle pushed its way out from the secondary abdomen. It whipped around the room wildly at first, knocking a few random items off the counters before coming up between Anne's legs and letting loose a spray of candy colored cum. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and it left her lightheaded and panting.

Breathing heavily with her glasses askew on her face, Anne did her best to get her head back on straight. She was still not completely with it when she heard the door of the apartment. That snapped her back to full awareness.

Oh god! Brooke!

Before she could think any further her body acted on its own again. Anne's powerful legs leapt from the kitchen floor and her additional spider-limbs gripped onto the wall and ceiling above the door. It all happened so fast, Anne was almost dizzy from the trip. Her hand adjusted her glasses on its own so they sat properly on her face once more. Honestly it was a miracle they were still on her head at all at this point.

What …what's happening now?

***

Brooke sighed as she fished around for her keys in her purse with one hand, while holding a bag from the grocery store in the other. The bag was heavy because she grabbed a little extra food in case Anne's date fell through again. Brooke felt for her friend, a young attractive woman like her shouldn't have so much trouble finding a date.

If she gets stood up again, we should just go out together and hit the pub instead of just watching TV. At the very least it gets her out. I just hope her date doesn't flake out tonight.

After getting the keys in her hand, Brooke almost dropped them before getting them in the lock. When she noticed the lights were already on, she sighed, having realized she could have just knocked on the door and Anne would have let her in.

“Hey Anne, I'm home." Brooke called out as she entered the flat. “Have you heard from your…"

She stopped in her tracks when she saw the mess in the kitchen. Brooke saw the floor and counter scratched and gouged, torn clothing on the floor, and some kind of red slime all over the place.'

“Anne! What the hell happened?" She called out.

Anne was scared, frightened of being seen like this and scared what her body would do to her flatmate. The fear kept her from crying out any kind of warning to Brooke. Anne's legs spread slightly wider then came the rush of an entirely new sensation. She let out a gasp, but it was too late for Brooke to even turn her head towards the sound. Sticky strands of webbing shot out from Anne's crotch mouth and they hit Brooke, instantly adhering to her clothes and skin. Brooke cried out in shock and dropped her groceries to the floor as she was hit. As she was then further entangled and pulled up towards her attacker she let out a scream when she saw the monster reeling her in.

“I'm sorry!" Anne cried out, feeling the lustful urges of her body starting to swell again.

“Anne?" Brooke blinked, she could clearly recognize the face and head of her friend and flatmate sitting on top of this candy-colored monster. “ What the hell happened? Let me go!"

Anne shook her head. “I-I can't! I'm not in control!"

“What the fuck do you…you…" Brooke started to breathe heavier, almost panting.

Wherever the webbing had made contact with her skin, her body was absorbing something into her bloodstream. Despite the fear and her situation, Brooke was feeling her cares and inhibitions starting to slip away like she was high. But more than that, she could feel herself getting incredibly horny. Even tangled up in the candy webbing, she was squeezing and rubbing her thighs together as she was practically gushing with need and desire.

Anne could see Brooke getting warmer through her lower set of eyes. It was honestly fascinating even in the midst of the situation. With her pincers she began to slice away her friend's blouse and slacks while deftly keeping her bound in the webbing. The strips of cloth were fed into the greedy maws of her breasts and they quickly devoured the material. Brooke was squirming and moaning, trying her best to rub her body against Anne.

Anne held her prey tightly in her clawed hands as the tentacle snaked its way to the dripping pussy. Both women cried out loudly as it forced its way inside. Brooke came after the first few thrusts, but that didn't stop Anne's possessed body. The tentacle forced its way in deep and hard, it's every movement making them both cry and moan with pleasure. Anne wanted to close her eyes and shut out what she was witnessing, but she couldn't. The look on Brooke's face as she was pushed into another and greater orgasm was just too enthralling to look away from.

Anne couldn't help it, it all felt so good. She closed her eyes and moaned with satisfaction as her body had its long overdue release. Brooke screamed with pleasure as her pussy was pumped full of hot liquid candy cum. It was too much for the poor woman and she passed out.

Anne, however, was still very much awake as her body climbed down from above the door and gently deposited Brook's still bound body onto the floor. As good as it had felt, somehow Anne knew her body was far from satisfied. And in a way, neither was Anne. Ever since moving to the city her love life had been a joke, and she had needs like any woman. The words from the woman on the bus came back to her.

“Maybe you just need to go out there and catch a man the old fashioned way. Or woman, I don't judge"

Anne knew what her body was going to do as it walked to the door. Her body had become a hunter, and was in need of more prey. As she opened the door and bent over to make it through the door a slight smile curled her black lips.

Maybe I will have my wild night tonight after all…What am I thinking? Maybe it's this thing controlling my body, whatever it pumped into Brook has got to be affecting me too, right? It's not my fault it's doing whatever it wants, right?

Anne heard the outside door opening and her body scurried down the steps, finding a nice dark corner to hide in. In just a moment she recognized the bright red hair of her neighbor, Teagan, coming up the stairs. Anne held her breath, her heart was racing in excitement as she felt her crotch mouth preparing to let loose with her webbing again.

***

Teagan smiled, happy to be home for the weekend after a long week at work. All she wanted to do was take a long shower and enjoy a hot meal. She was wearing a long overcoat over her uniform of black slacks and a white polo shirt with the name of the tourist trap she worked at. Keys in hand, she was just approaching her floor when it happened. From seemingly nowhere red sticky strands of something wrapped around her body.

“What the hell!" Teagan shouted.

She instinctively tried to pull herself free, but only became more entangled in the red web.

She writhed and struggled as she was pulled off the floor and now noticed the spider-like monster that had her captured.

“Anne? Is that you!" Her voice was shaky with fear, she never liked spiders to begin with, and now her worst nightmare was reeling her in.

“Don't fight it, there's nothing you or I can do about it." Anne replied, a little confused as to why her prey wasn't already a horny mess.

“Let me go you bitch! Help! Somebody!"

Maybe it's all those clothes…she's not actually touching the web…What if…

Ann's arms now had Teagan in their grasp, holding her easily in spite of the woman's struggles. In a flash of insight, Anne opened her mouth and sank her fangs into Teagan's shoulder. She howled with pain, but only for a moment before the venom hit her blood stream. Her already pounding heart quickly pumped the powerful aphrodisiac through her body and the effect was obvious to anyone.

Teagan moaned loudly as her body grew flush with need. She stopped struggling and was now squirming as her nerves were tickled by the sensations all over her body. Anne smiled as her pincers made quick work of her clothes and enjoyed the meal as her breast mouths feasted. She carried the writhing form of Teagan back to her apartment. She noticed Brooke hadn't moved from the floor, still sleeping off their previous encounter it seemed.

The bound body of Teagan was tossed onto the kitchen counter face down, her legs dangling off the edge. She was rubbing her thighs together in a desperate search for more simulation. Anne's tentacle ran slowly down her prey's back, teasing the woman with what was to come. Anne was lewdly licking her lips now, she was as impatient as Teagan at this point, but her body seemed to be in a mood to play.

“God! Please!" Teagan moaned, lifting her rear up as if to present herself for the monster.

“I told you not to fight it…" Anne cooed.

The tentacle slid slowly down the crack of Teagan's ass, rubbing firmly down across her wet slit before teasing her pussy with the tip. She cried out as she climaxed, but her entire body still quivered, not remotely satisfied. After what felt like an eternity to Anne, the appendage finally pushed in. Anne threw back her head and let out a lusty moan as she felt the warm and wet passage wrap around her. Anne's spider legs thudded into the counter and lifted her body easily up over Teagan. The feeling of power over the red head was almost as much of a rush to Anne as the sex. Her body took it's time, slowly fucking the Teagan until she was nothing more than moaning and panting mess. It then plunged the tentacle in as far as it could and emptied its load of liquid candy into the woman.

Anne cried out louder than ever before. The red liquid leaked out around the massive intrusion, dripping down Teagan's legs and onto the floor. More spilled out when it finally pulled out from the quivering mound of flesh that was Teagan.

Anne was breathing hard, but she didn't feel the least bit tired. It was like she had boundless endurance in this form. She smiled as her body easily moved Teagan to the floor next to Brooke.

“I don't know if you can hear me," Anne said aloud to her body, “But there are a lot more people in this apartment building."

To her delight, her body went back to the door to leave her apartment to hunt again.

***

The late morning sun was shining through the kitchen windows of the flat. Anne groaned as she started to wake up. Despite her protests she couldn't keep her eyes closed anymore. When she opened them, Anne quietly gasped. She was in her kitchen, laying naked in the center of a red spider web.

Oh fuck, it wasn't a dream! Was her first thought as she surveyed the scene.

Brooke, Teagan, and about a dozen more of her neighbors, women and men, were passed out on the web. Anne had full control of her body again, and it had returned to normal, although she could swear she looked a little more toned than she had before everything had gotten weird.

Looks like I don't have to worry about losing weight for the summer anymore. She thought of giving her tummy a soft pat.

The web didn't seem sticky, and she had no problem making her way off of it. She tiptoed around her guests and made her way to the bathroom. Once there, she was surprised to see her lips were still a glossy black color.

Reminds me of that goth girl I went to secondary school with. She thought as she ran a finger over her lips. Actually, I kind of like it, I can always hide it with lipstick if I need to.

Anne opened her mouth and saw the fangs had disappeared and she couldn't taste any venom on her canines any more. She was half surprised that she missed them. It had been a lot of fun during the orgy that ensued the previous night, keeping her guests in the mood.

Looks like I had a wild night without leaving the building last night. Not what I expected but still… Anne let out a contented sigh and smiled at her reflection. I wouldn't mind another night like that. I wouldn't even mind if it was me tied up. I wonder what Brooke would look like as a spider monster? Geeze, what has happened to me? One night as a monster and now I'm a fucked up sex deviant. Anne couldn't help giggling as she admitted it to herself. I better get a shower now before anyone else wakes up and needs the bathroom.

Anne turned on the shower and once it had warmed up she jumped in. The hot water felt heavenly on her skin. Anne could swear her body was somehow more sensitive, and her rock hard nipples and tingling clit lent credence to it.

That body, and all the webbing, it was the same color as that candy I got from that strange woman. Did it cause this? That's crazy, but then again, so was last night. If it was, I'd love to get my hands on more of it.

Anne's black lips smiled widely as she reached for her bottle of shampoo.

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