Nail Drain

 Nail Drain


Jasmine groaned as she slid her freshly attached acrylic nails into the little loser bitch in front of her and felt the girl squeal as they sank magically into her back. The nails were nearly an inch long and they slid into the girls flesh without resistance - their arcane properties allowing them to enter her victims body and begin draining her.

"Jasmine! No stop!" sobbed Kate as she watched her former friend groan in pleasure as she began to drain the girl.

"Shut the fuck up Kate, you have no idea how fucking good this feels," laughed Jasmine as she felt her already massive tits get even bigger.

This was the eighth girl she'd drained today and she screamed in pleasure as her slutty dress bulged as her already Goddess like breasts got even bigger.

The bitch in front of her had once been one of her friends, but she was nothing to Jasmine now. Just another girl to drain and take the attributes she craved. Softer skin, bigger tits... a tighter pussy.

Since she'd put on the magic nails and drained her first victim - her bully Ashley - her lust to drain more had only grown. She'd started by taking the attributes from the mean popular girls, but once they'd all been drained she'd had to turn to the other girls to get what she needed.

Pulling her nails out of her latest victim, Jasmine smirked at the now spotty, flatchested nerd in front of her. It felt so good to take it all.

"I feel so fucking slutty and powerful, mmmmh but I'm still hungry."

Flexing her nails, Jasmine turned and her greedy eyes fell on Kate. Grinning she began to advance.

"Don't worry Kate... this won't take long..."

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