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Best Enemies; a Renewed Friendship.

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The official campus 'lunchtime' had just ended. Though it was a college, so the students could easily elect to take a class during this time. One of those students was Skye, a fairly meek looking sophomore who, in high school, had managed to gain the 'nerd' label. He was always toying with high tech gadgets that no one understood, or thought were ridiculous... Even an old friend of his.

That didn't matter as much to him anymore, however. Now, he had created his own computer program, and was eager to test it. He went into the commons area, a place were the cafeteria (with some foreign, rich sounding name that let freshmen believe that there was actually good food somewhere on campus) met with the financial offices, a fireside lounge, and a library upstairs. He had gone inside to escape from the coldness lingering outside, snow starting to accumulate on the ground.

He rubbed his gloved hands together, breathing on them until his computer booted up, and until his fingers started to gain movement in them again. He started up his custom program, and--just to test it--scripted something... And saw the script come to life. A pencil that had been laying on the table had turned into stone... He grinned, trying a few other smaller, minor things...
 
Leah, a sophomore, began walking toward the commons with a group of a few friends. She was a good height, about 5'6'' with a nice figure to boot. She was one of the "popular" types, but she wasn't stupid. She was quite intelligent, as a matter of fact, getting into University on a free-ride scholarship scored simply due to her impeccable marks in secondary school. She stepped inside, thanking one of her male friends who had held the door open for her, more than likely just trying to charm his way into her pants. She was a stereotype. Blonde, blue-eyed, porcelain skin without a blemish. She didn't mind, though. Nobody dared say anything behind her back. They all feared for her reputation.

She continued her way through the commons and up to the library. She looked over from the table that she was on her way to, and saw Skye. Somebody who she had befriended as a child. Before reputations meant anything, before popularity really mattered. But she had quickly ditched his friendship as she hit high school, realizing that she had much more social potential than he did. She had half a mind to be polite, say hi to him. But she quickly shoved that idea aside and gave him her usual cold glare before taking a seat with her friends at the table. No doubt he was conducting some crazy experiment again. Some people never change.
 
He saw her enter... He knew she'd be here. Skye's friends from high school had all gone to other colleges, and Leah's... Well, groupies, he'd call them, had made sure that he made very few friends around campus. In a strange twist of irony, he ended up finding his hatred giving him a sort of mental safe haven whenever he was in her presence, in hopes that she'd snap out of it. However, a year and a half into college, and she still showed him no hospitality... He knew that he had to resort to drastic measures in order to get her attention again.

There was hope. She was walking toward him without a trace of hate in her eyes. Almost as if she sensed what he was ready to do, and preemptively was going to apologize.

"Hi Le...ah..." he shrunk back a little bit when she glared at him. He waited until she sat down, before he started to collect himself. He took in a deep breath, taking laptop under his arm and slipping out of view.. For the most part. He could keep an eye on the group easier this way, but it would look like he had disappeared.

More tests needed to be done, however. He wanted to make sure that he could ruin things for just about everyone in the group... Starting with Sir Blondie. He set the awareness down to nothing, but made it so that his face had at least 3 pimples per cheek, darker eyes, and brown hair. The awareness setting would make it so that no one actually realized the changes happened, and thought that it was just the normal; Skye adjusted his glasses as he gazed over to watch the young man as he rejoined the group...
 
Leah sat, joking and giggling with people who called her "friends". But, she knew (as much as it pained her to realize and admit to herself), this wasn't necessarily the case. All these people either wanted in her pants or just leeched onto her for some sort of popularity boost. But not just anybody could be within the group that she claimed as "friends". If she let just anyone in, what kind of girl would she be? She would destroy the order, and people would think that even those who were not physically appealing could just waltz up and start talking to her. That would just be bad for her reputation. She turned her head to look over her shoulder to see if Skye was still there, but he was gone. He had a tendency to just slip out of view sometimes. Oh well, he would probably get less heat from people that way.

She glanced up as Mark began to walk over to her table and sit down. She looked at him, then looked at her friends and began to giggle as he pulled out a chair to sit down. Mark looked at them, confused. As her entire group looked at him and giggled more Mark asked the question clearly hanging in the air. "Am I not welcome to sit here?" The giggles turned into an entire chorus of laughter. Leah was the one to answer the question.

"Oh, of course you can sit here. We were just leaving," she said with a venomous smile on her face. She waved her hand at the group to follow, and they did. She led them out of the library and down to the fireside lounge. She always enjoyed it here much better. She loved to people-watch, and more people came in and out of the lounge than the library.
 
The same venom had been pumped into Skye's veins so often that he was probably immune to it. Though, to be honest, no matter how many times he thought he was used to it, there would still be a sting every time it entered his system.

He cracked his knuckles, smirking a little bit. His puppet had worked out perfectly, and now, it was time to toy with another one. See, however cold Leah was, she knew she was at the top of her circle; the head cheerleader, a beautiful woman, and fairly smart, too. The only person that Skye had seen get close to her over the years was Tanya.

Tanya, the co-captain was almost as beautiful, almost as smart, almost as popular. With the two at the top, it was as if people just tended to gravitate towards them, and they could have whomever they wanted...

...But what if Leah actually wasn't on top?

Tanya hadn't entered yet, so Skye was hard at work as she approached the commons area. His fingers going fast enough that he almost slipped up several times. However, he created another new puppet...

Tanya finally entered. Her hair had gone from a dirty blonde to a brighter honey blonde. Her curves had adjusted so that she had just the right sexy sway to them each time she took a step. Lips bore cherry red lipstick that only helped her complexion...

All these changes made people turn their heads as she entered, something that only Leah had mastered... And the only ones that would know that Tanya looked any different would be Skye and Leah, though Leah's knowledge would be on a different level; she would know something had changed, but Skye wouldn't let her know exactly what it was...
 
Leah heard commotion all around her in the commons. She looked up from her little group of people to see that Tanya was the one creating it. Leah wasn't sure what had happened to her. She looked ... prettier somehow. Sexier, even. Leah wasn't sure what to think or what to do. Tanya was her best friend, the one person she talked about everything to. Commotion like this didn't happen unless Leah got a new haircut, bought a sexier shirt or a more revealing skirt. Nobody had ever been competition for her, and Leah knew that she didn't like it. Didn't like how threatening Tanya looked to her position at the top.

Leah sauntered over to Tanya, taking her by the arm and leaning close to her ear. "Can we talk for a sec?" she whispered. Tanya nodded and Leah led her right outside the lounge. Leah looked Tanya up and down, thinking about what to say. She shuffled through several things that she could start with. The most she could really muster up was a confused look. She was trying not to be harsh, not to be mean. But what choice did she have? She needed to secure her position at the top.

Leah looked Tanya dead in the eye and said, "I don't know what you're trying to do or who you think you are, Tanya. I just can't have this, the school can't have this. Stop trying to steal my thunder, you stupid bitch." She kept her voice low, making sure that nobody heard her. They all thought she was sweet, and she liked to keep it that way. "You need to walk your ass right out of here and back home. Change your damn clothes and wipe that shit off your face before you come back here." With that, Leah didn't allow Tanya the obligation of a response and sauntered her way back into the lounge to sit with her group, leaving Tanya struck with confusion.
 
Skye held back a laugh at this scene. Tanya stood there, dumbfounded for a moment... And then it happened. Someone finally stood up to the queen bitch.

She followed behind Leah, back into the commons area like she normally did, so that no one would think anything had changed. However, as Leah sat down, Tanya gently hugged her from behind, and whispered back to her, "If you keep trying to control me like this, I'll post those lovely post-prom pics on the net, so that the whole world knows just what sort of slut you are. Leave me alone, or good luck getting into another university."

She smiled and sat down with the rest of the crew, chatting away with them... And Leah could see that most of the attention was now being directed toward Tanya.

Skye grinned a little bit... Now he knew what to do with Leah. He would give her what she wanted: attention. Skye started to push her libido up, permanently, so that she started to crave sex more often... But for now, it was something that was just a little bit of a nag. But the other part of it was that he dropped her inhibitions completely, making it so that she'd do anyone, anywhere. He peered up at the group, to see just how the changes hit her, especially with the small bit of awareness he gave her...
 
Leah was struck aback by Tanya's response. She wasn't quite sure what she would do, what she could do. But then she felt something that confused her. She felt a slight arousal between her legs as her lady parts began to dampen slightly. It was a bit annoying, she had to admit. But what could have aroused her so? She decided to shove the idea aside and try to forget it completely. But then she felt something else tweak inside her brain, a feeling that she wasn't embarrassed about anything anymore. Not embarrassed if Tanya were to show the pictures, and certainly not embarrassed who knew about them. But, embarrassed or not, it just wouldn't be good for her reputation.

So she put a smile on her face and sauntered back over to her group, plopping herself in one of her male groupie's laps. He looked at her, awe-struck for a second before reveling in this sudden attention. He wrapped his arms around her thin waist, and Leah knew her power was returning to her. She would wage a war, but it would be a subtle war between her and Tanya. She never had to fight for what she wanted before, but she knew that if she had to, she would do it well. She felt herself begin to dampen a little more, making her squirm on the boy's lap. But she just couldn't stand this much longer.

Joking a bit more with her group, she stood up and bid farewell to them. She walked out of the lounge, swaying her hips so that she knew that everyone would be staring at her on her way out.
 
As she had squirmed in his lap, she could feel the boy's shaft returning the favor, pushing against her through the confines of their clothing. He sharply gasped as she got off, enjoying the feeling far too much.

Skye watched as she left. He frowned a little bit at this, knowing that he would have to gather his things and move if he was going to further experiment. However, it was about time for his next class anyway, and she was in it anyway. A solid block of small tortures for her... He smirked at the thought as he tucked away his laptop and went to the next class.

On his way over there, he passed her by. He 'accidentally' brushed her ass with his laptop carrier on the way by, though, something that he hadn't even dared to try before.
 
As Leah walked, she felt herself dampen even more. Perhaps class would help get her mind off this out of blue horniness that she truly was not enjoying as of right now. She was craving touch, from anyone. Craving attention, from anyone. She hated his feeling, she had never experienced anything quite like this before. Chalking it up to hormones, she began hurrying off to class when she felt something brush her behind. She whirled around quickly, spotting nobody around but Skye. She had half a mind to go off on him, but the other half won over, telling her that it felt good.

Leah looked at Skye with lust in her eyes, but her self-control helped her pull away from doing something she would regret. But she decided to be nice to him, and didn't give him some sort of cold glare or make a scene, claiming that he was harassing her. "Hello," she said softly. That was all she said, then began to continue to class. Perhaps she could find some way to leave early, this feeling was driving her absolutely insane.
 
He almost stopped in his tracks as his heart just froze for a moment. For more than a second, he considered turning, trying to turn her moment of confusion into a good conversation. However, he pulled away, knowing better than to let her lure him in.

He stepped into class before she had; he had completed most of the projects already, but the teacher had a policy that the students had to show up to class in order to get credit. If they missed more than 4 days, they were marked down a full letter. So he just camped out in the back of the room with his laptop.

In his mind, it was something like an orchestra waiting for his signal, each person having their own potential. He waited for the class to start in order to get his program running...
 
Leah stepped into the classroom directly after Skye, then immediately walked about mid-row to take her seat. It was true, she rarely paid any attention in this class. There was hardly a point, it was quite easy if you just read the text book. Leah took out her cellphone and began to type away, texting many a person to keep herself occupied. She still squirmed around slightly, the uncomfortable feeling slowly worsening, the nagging getting worse. She tried her best to keep the squirming to a minimum hoping that nobody would notice or question her obvious discomfort.

Finding no interest in anyone she was texting, Leah put her phone in her purse. She laid her head on her desk and decided to take a quick nap.
 
Her unconscious mind gave him a perfect playground. He smirked, and used a different application that went with the program; this one was used to watch what happened in one's unconscious mind. He couldn't use it (and probably wouldn't) on someone who was awake, but he could shape someone's dream world.

As she drifted off to sleep, the first thing he did was adjust her ass so that it was wider, and he started to make it so that her dream would allow her to be fully aware of what was happening. From here on, her ass would have a little bit of a bounce with each step he took...

From there, he went into the dream and made her start having wet dreams... about him. For the most part there were just random flashes of what he could do to her--for her--but he wouldn't let the bump from earlier go unpunished. He even finished her dream with a solid three minutes of him doing her doggie style...
 
Leah shot awake, jolting her chair. She felt eyes on her, realizing that the students around her were confused. She looked around, only to have her suspicions realized. She felt her jeans tighter around her hips, feeling the fabric of the belt line digging into her hips and lower back. Leah had to go home, had to do something, though she wasn't sure what. She couldn't take her mind off her dream. Why would she have such a dream? She had never once thought of Skye in such a manner.

It was clear that her teacher was done his lecture, so she walked down (quite uncomfortably, due to the tightness of her jeans and the still growing discomfort between her legs) to her teacher. "I'm not feeling to well," she said quietly. Due to the pained look on her face it wasn't that difficult to pull off feeling sick. Her teacher allowed her to be dismissed and she hurried out of the class, books pressed to her chest. She kept her head down, walking as quick as she could without too much pain of her jeans. After a while, she couldn't take it much longer and undid the button before continuing to walk. She held her books in front of her groin, covering the undone button.
 
He pushed more of these thoughts into her mind as she continued to head home, and by the time she got to her own home, the thoughts would be running rampant, and not helping her current state at all.

Skye was happy with himself as he closed his laptop, relaxing for the rest of class...

The class finished a little early, and he was happy to get home. He lived alone now, but in a total twist of irony, he had ended up living next to her again, which only meant that the object of her lust was closer now.

He got into his room, flipping the laptop open again and giving her just a little more awareness as he started to push her breasts size up a cup size...
 
Leah had gotten home and changed out of those jeans into a comfortable pair of stretchy sweatpants. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun and tried to figure out what was going on with her body. She had sat down at her computer, beginning to look things up, but came up with no results whatsoever. What was she to think? What was she to do? She looked out her window as she saw Skye coming home, but she ignored him. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and as she looked down she saw herself slowly inflating. What the hell was going on?

The tingling between her legs was continuing to worsen. Who could possible help her? What could she do? She took her shirt off, unclasping her bra and removing it as well. She threw on an old baggy sweatshirt and looked in the mirror. She didn't mind this look. Comfortable, but still quite sexy. She polished on some lip gloss and fixed up her eyeliner. She slipped on a pair of sandals and walked out her door. She would go talk to Skye. Obviously it wasn't the first person anyone would consider her to speak to about any problem.

But what other choice did she have? He was the smartest person she knew. She walked up to his door and rapped on it quickly.
 
Skye smirked a little bit as she knocked on his door. He hadn't changed out of his school attire yet.

As he heard the knock, he moved to the door. His place wasn't a mess, but there was certainly a good amount of stuff that confirmed how much of a geek he was; science magazines, various gizmos and gadgets and a good variety of wires strewn about. He opened the door and looked at Leah, though a little bit of surprise showed on his face ( he had been in drama for a couple years, after all ) he shut his door on her only a few seconds after he saw her.

"What do you want? To torture me some more?" he called to her through the door, having to hold back his laughter...
 
Leah rapped on the door a few more times before yelling through the door at Skye. "Please, let me in!" she called, the desperation clear in her voice. "I really need your help!" She chewed on her lip, biting back her frustrated tears. He was the last person she ever expected to go to for help or for anything at all. She had barely even talked to him in years, unless it was to mock him. She never knew she would need to turn to him or need to converse with him at all. Leah always got what she wanted, but she didn't want this at all.

"Look, I know it won't change anything but I'm sorry, okay!?" It pained Leah to say these words, apologies really weren't her forte. "Just let me in! I have nowhere else to turn to!"
 
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Leah rapped on the door a few more times before yelling through the door at Skye. "Please, let me in!" she called, the desperation clear in her voice. "I really need your help!" She chewed on her lip, biting back her frustrated tears. He was the last person she ever expected to go to for help or for anything at all. She had barely even talked to him in years, unless it was to mock him. She never knew she would need to turn to him or need to converse with him at all. Leah always got what she wanted, but she didn't want this at all.

"Look, I know it won't change anything but I'm sorry, okay!?" It pained Leah to say these words, apologies really weren't her forte. "Just let me in! I have nowhere else to turn to!"
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All this... All this time, he had been doing it to make fun of her himself. The whole time he just wanted to toy with her.

However, as he stood on the other side of that door, he heard these words... And it had the reverse effect she was hoping for. He didn't even know why, but it was like something flipped inside his mind as he growled, "You're sorry? For which, exactly? Was it the part where we got to middle school and suddenly, I didn't have a friend? Or the part where I ended up coughing blood because your boyfriend didn't like how I said 'Hi' to you in 11th grade?"

He opened the door again, his eyes had shifted to something much, much colder than the snow, or even the glare she had given him before, as he said, "I had no one else to turn, and you still threw me away. How does that make you feel?"
 
Leah had difficulty keeping back the tears any longer, and she felt them begin to spill hot down her cheeks. She really did feel bad for everything she had put Skye through these past years. But how could she possibly express any of it? How could she possibly apologize and have it mean something after all this? She wasn't quite sure what she could say or do to Skye to make him understand what she was feeling. "I know, okay!? I understand how I tossed you aside, I understand. But it's not like I could have stopped him from hitting you in 11th grade! I was more afraid of him than you were, Skye! You just didn't know because I never talked to you about it." More tears, more tears, more tears. Leah's face was burning with them.

"What else do you want me to say, Skye? What else do you want from me? I was never a good actress, you know that. So these tears couldn't possibly be fake. It's not like I can just apologize and hope it all goes away. I know as well as you do that it's not going to happen like that!" Leah knelt on the porch in front of his door, in front of him. "Please, Skye. I just need to talk. Five minutes. If you don't know what's happening, I'll leave if you'd like. I promise," she tried her last bit of begging and if he turned her down then she would go home. Maybe call a doctor.
 
He looked at her, almost on her knees, begging his forgiveness. He would have said no, would have sent her home to try to find out just what the fuck was going on with her; after all, there was no medical explanation of what was going on. It seemed like a good, long minute after she asked this, that he finally caved, "Come on."

He turned away from her, the door almost closing on her again, as it shut on its own. He walked over to his recliner and looked at his watch, pressing a few buttons before saying, "Five minutes... Go."

It was at this point that his temper was finally starting to subside, slipping away from him, and his mind was back on quite possibly torturing her some more. It all depended on just how this went, and he hoped that he could actually keep his anger in check...
 
Leah followed Skye over to his recliner, watching him intently as he pressed the buttons on his watch. When he told her she had five minutes, she didn't actually think that he meant it until then. She sat down next to his recliner, leaning her head on his knees. She needed some kind of comfort, and she knew this was probably the best she was going to get. "I don't know what's going on with my ... body." She hesitated slightly before the last word. Obviously this was slightly awkward for her to explain to anyone, let alone to somebody she hasn't even had a conversation with for years.

"I started feeling ... horny at first." She felt herself growing red in the face with embarrassment. But, well, best to get it all out in the open as quickly and painlessly as she could. She took a deep breath before quickly spilling out the rest. "Then I went to sleep in class and I had this dream. About us. I've never thought of you sexually before but that's exactly what this dream was. I felt my inhibition go out the window earlier this afternoon. Then my body, it started to grow. Those jeans I've been wearing all day fit me perfectly earlier. But when I woke up I felt that my hips had grown, as had my behind. The jeans were digging into my skin and stretching the fabric. Then I went home and I literally stood there and watched as my breasts ... inflated, almost. They just grew right out. I'm scared, Skye. I don't know what to do!"

Leah sat there, out of breath after that speech. She felt more tears spill down her face as she broke into a few quiet sobs before taking another deep breath trying to compose herself as she awaited his response. It was obvious that she had used up the five minutes he had offered her as she heard the quick, high-pitched beeping of the timer on his watch.
 
He wanted to tell her, right then and there, that it was him that was doing this to her. However, he didn't need someone angry AND crying. His eyes scanned her body, mentally noting that she was a little bit hotter, even.

He listened to her story, knowing all of it already, and shaking his head a little bit, "Alright, now I know you're just fucking with me. I don't know what angle you're trying to play me with, but out of your circle, I can name at least three other people that you could have fantasized about that are better looking than me. And your breasts and ass growing? Come on; you've always been sexy, but I'm not going to believe that your breasts just jumped out a size. What are you trying to get?"

Sure, the five minutes had passed, but he wanted to toy with her a little more...
 
Leah was struck by his words. He didn't believe her. Hell, she realized how insane it sounded. It sounded insane to her, and it was happening to her! Her sobs began to become a bit louder, and she drew a ragged breath to try and calm down before talking to him again. "You thought I was sexy?" She was confused. How could someone be attracted to someone who had treated them like shit for years? "Yes, my breasts and my ass growing, dammit!" How could she make him believe her? But then the idea struck her. "Can you come with me? To my house? I can prove it!"

She knew she might regret this, but for now it was her only option.
 
"To... Your house, where your friends know that you live, and may very well be waiting so they can ridicule me further? I think not. Though, the door is right there, if you'd like to go back," he said, standing up at this point and starting for his room, letting her stay there.

...However, one thing she may very well notice is that, while he wasn't exactly inviting her in, he hadn't closed the door to his room, either, like he had the front door. If there was something that she needed to prove, then she might want to try it here. He knew that she would have to get her old clothes to prove anything at all, and was inwardly praying that he was playing his role well enough that she would consider coming back after she changed. This would only give him more time to mess with her...
 
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