Barbie couldn't stop giggling as she moved around the empty dorm-room, making sure everything was arranged just perfectly. She was thrilled with her own creativity, and was so excited she could hardly stand it!

The demoness had found information on a new student that was moving into the dorms today, and so had decided to sneak into the empty room, set everything up the way she wanted it, and wait for the new arrival while wearing her human disguise. It was perfect!

Barbaricia's human disguise was like a wet-dream of a schoolgirl. Her demonic proportions, with her supernatural breasts and ass, were barely contained in a too-tight, too-short schoolgirl outfit. Her horns, wings, and tail were hidden with mild illusions. She didn't look like a threat anymore, but she would still attract plenty of attention!

Most of the alteration she had made to the room were hidden until she needed them. She had, however, simply disposed of one of the room's beds, leaving only one small twin. Hearing the new girl approaching at last, Barbie clapped her hands gleefully and got into position.

When the new girl entered the room, she would be faced with Barbie's enormous curvy ass, as the demoness was bending over, allowing her skirt to ride completely up and expose cotton panties that were FAR too tiny. Barbaricia was pretending to remove sneakers, as if she had just come back from working out.

This is your new home.

She's been dreading this. Everything about it. Locked away on a distant island with no mobility, nothing but strict teachers and snobby private school girls. She hasn't been in school since she was fifteen years old, and even then it was pretty intermittent. Her heart's just about in her throat, pounding like a jack rabbit. Her first response is to grope for her cigarettes, and just a second later she remembers they were confiscated. Instead, she hastily pops a piece of the nicotine gum they sent her with. Fuck it. She pops in two.

But it really is a beautiful view isn't it? The first beach Anna's seen firsthand and it's just about the most perfect first beach you could imagine: crystal blue water, perfect white sand. She landed at the air strip by herself, late-term registration. The beach is desolate as she makes her way to the dorm buildings, girls all in class, a relief at least, a chance to get her things together and get her mind straight by herself. She passes a gym class running by on the track, eyes casually roaming the girls, turning her head over her shoulder to watch their asses run past. Probably not the best choice of clothing for this kind of heat: strappy black grr boots to her thigh, fishnets, a little tartan skirt in red and black. A latex corset hefts her breasts up, laced up the back, and over it, a slim girl's trench, clinding to curves, shaping to form.

By the time she makes it to the dorms, she's built a light sheen of sweat. The halls are almost as desolate as outside, just a few bad girls loitering, ditching class. She makes notes of them all. These are the girls she needs to get in with. Boots clunk on the floor, eyes roaming door numbers until she finds hers, turning her new keys over in her hand, only to find the door open. Peeking through the cracked door, the first thing she sees is ass. Big ass. Oh God, how the hell is she going to compensate rooming with a porn star? Oh God, why can't she look away?? She drops her luggage to the floor to grab the oblivious girl's attention, two bags stuffed with all her life's belongings. Her brow raised, suspicious and skeptical, arms crossed under her chest as she tries to make the blatant staring look like "sizing up".

Barbaricia stood up, pretending to just notice the girl when she dropped her bags. She turned around and smiled widely, her fire-engine red hair done up in two pigtails.

"Oh hi! You must be my new roommate! Oh this is so exciting!" the disguised demoness clapped her hands girlishly and bounced up and down, a motion which caused her large breasts to nearly burst out of the top she was wearing.

"It's been so long since I've had a roommate. We're going to have so much fun! My name's Barbie - what's yours?"

Before getting her answer, Barbaricia jumped towards the new girl, throwing her arms open and attempting to take her in a big bear hug.

There's no chance to respond, eyes locked on the buxom woman, wide and startled. She looks like she could bolt like a rabbit any second, and the succubus doesn't even have her devil horns on. Barbie. Yeah. Of course her name would be Barbie. Kate would have guessed Trixie, but Barbie makes so much sense. "I think there's been a..."

Well, there goes her shot. Scooped up into the arms of the bigger girl, heavy breasts mashing against Anna as she's pulled against her warm body. She turns her head to the side, hands fidgeting awkwardly at her sides. "Yeah. Uh.... About that. There's gotta be a mistake." She tugs down on her skirt, feeling oddly naked as the woman bubbles around her. "I think you've got the wrong room. Or I've got the wrong room. Or... I mean, I'm not doing the roommate thing anymore, and there's only one bed here. one tiny little bed... And..." Talking quick, the girl's tight squeeze practically knocking the air out of her. She literally ducks down, squirming her way out of Barbie's grip. Big boobs slap against the smaller girl's face. A quick two step and she's slipped to the side of her. "So... uuhh.... Barbie.... I'll go to the principal's office and get this cleared up." Anna certainly didn't know Shokushu had a skin flick degree program.

"Oh no no no," Barbie giggled girlishly, cocking her head to the side, "There's no mistake. That's how they do it here: one bed per room. Something about budget cuts I think."

Smiling manically, Barbaricia looked the girl up and down, admiring her slender form and eclectic dress style. She had to keep the girl from running away or making a scene until she was ready, but it was hard not to tear her clothes off right here! She was so excited!

Barbie jumped and sat on the bed, her bare-feet hanging off the edge and her breasts jiggling wildly. She patted the mattress welcomingly.

"Don't worry," she said, "this bed is plenty big for both of us. It'll be nice to have someone to keep me company under the covers." She winked, then turned her voice deadly serious.

"Listen..." she whispered urgently, "I know you might not like this but - they REALLY don't respond well to girls who complain. Especially new girls." Her face was drawn into a terrified grimace for a moment, then she shuddered and put on her happy smile once again. Hopefully she could startle the new girl into staying in the room, until she was ready to pounce!

This girl can't be for real. Anna edges a few feet back. That smile sends shivers up her spine, feeling herself being dressed up and down like a Thanksgiving dinner. Eyes bounce along with the other girl's breasts, widening like saucers at the suggestion of sleeping together. Not that she wouldn't but.... This is weird. Like there's got to be a webcam hidden around here or something. Hazing? Blackmail? Internet porn scam?

Or maybe she's just this ditzy.

She smiles hesitantly as the girl just rambles on and on and on and.... "Alright, I get it. They probably just made a mistake. I'll talk to them and they'll come by with another bed." Smile easing some, eyes lifting to Barbie. "I like space to stretch out." Jumping like a timid rabbit as the door finally creaks shut. Was that a lock clicking into place? Nah. Couldn't be.

With a twitch of her nose, Barbie's magic sealed the door. It was now impossible to open from the inside. The new girl wasn't going anywhere!

"Ooo, they just locked the doors. It's curfew," Barbie pouted, "Shoot, I was hoping to show you around a little. Well, that will have to wait for tomorrow. We can spend time getting to know each other! That will be fun!"

The demonic schoolgirl crossed her legs as she sat on the edge of the bed, knowing that position put her plump pussy on display. This new girl was so fascinating, so unique...the succubus was dying to know how her lust would taste!

"So, do you, like, have a boyfriend?" Barbaricia asked, keeping up the act while at the same time beginning to fill the room with her arousing scent, like sugar, cinnamon, and female musk. She wiggled her naked toes and cocked her head to the side, waiting for Anna to respond.

She stares blankly back at Barbaricia, arms crossed defensively. Eyes move, startled, to the door, then back to Barbie. "Curfew's at two o'clock in the afternoon?" This reads like a bad porno. But she's hooked in the scene. With her skirt lifted, Anna has a clear shot of the buxom girl's snatch - juicy, fat lips glistening wet. She gulps a dry gulp. Eyes try to shift to Barbie's face, but there's too many detours. And she feels herself getting hotter. Is it her, or is it the room? Sensitive nipples rub against her corset.

She takes in a long breath, inadvertently breathing in the scent in the air, sweet and exotic. She's already forgotten about the curfew, shaking her head, bangs dangling into her eyes. God, a boyfriend? With the shit she's been through, she can't remember the time she had a good fuck... Eyes shift to the floor. "Kind of hard to have a boyfriend in a place like this, isn't it?" as she nimbly skirts the issue of bad exes. She remains flighty. She's a fairly dominant girl, but when someone else is sexually aggressive... well..... She's cautious. She's seen where it can get you.

"Yeah, who needs boys anyway? They're gross," Barbie said, the demoness showing her true feelings towards men. "But it can be hard to be here all alone, you know? It's one thing to have friends, but...sometimes you just need something...more filling."

Barbie winked and leaped off the bed, going over to her chest of drawers. She opened the bottom drawer and bent over, rummaging through it and pointing her substantial ass right at Anna once again.

"Here it is!" Barbie smiled, straightening up. She moved towards Anna with a mischievous smile, her hands holding something behind her back. When she was less than a foot away, her breasts beginning to brush the front of the girl's face, Barbie held out her surprise.

"Let me introduce you to MY boyfriend!" she said with a giggle. In her hand she held an absolutely massive dildo, solid black all over and nearly a foot long, nearly as wide around as a can of soup. She held it out proudly, the tip wobbling inches from Anna's face. On the bottom of the dildo, underneath the realistically molded testicles, was an attachment that Anna might recognize as belonging to a strap-on belt.

"Girl, I just got here. I don't know anything about that. But I'm not in a rush to head back home." She's exhausted just watching the girl zip around like a tasmanian devil, exaggerated curves bouncing wildly. Ass in Anna's face, she squirms backwards, finds nowhere to escape to and falls back onto the bed instead. Hands are folded behind her head, eyes on the ceiling, breasts pointing upwards. "And since I just got here, could you maybe lay off on the coming onto me so hard? I don't even know you. I don't even know this place. I'm not even unpacked and you're all..." Loathe to admit it, the woman's right about one thing. Boys. She'll be happy to not see another boy for a long, long, LONG time. As she casually pushes back to a seat, eyes drift back to Barbie, to find a face full of tits. Eyes widen, face blanching at the sight of the enormous strap-on dildo.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Now she scoots, legs tucked under her ample ass, wiggling back on the bed until she hits the wall, knees curled to her chin, eyes locked on the enormous cock with trembling terror. Flush against the wall, the bulbous head of the dong still nearly brushes against her lips. "What crazy bitch lets you fuck her with that monster??"

"Oh, this little guy has been passed around most of the girls here." Barbie said with a giggle, enjoying the look of fear in Anna's eyes. "I've been on both ends of it a few times myself!"

Barbaricia climbed on the bed and scooted towards Anna, who was pressed against the wall, watching the disguised demoness with fear and suspicion. Barbie knelt in front of Anna, uncomfortably close to the other girl. She placed the dildo securely in her massive cleavage, where it almost disappeared under a sea of soft flesh.

"And I'm NOT coming on to you - jeeze, as if!" Barbie protested with mock-hurt feelings. "We have to spend a lot of time in this room together, so I'm just trying to make things fun for us with a little conversation."

A wicked glint sparkled in Barbie's green eye. She leaned forward, and Anna could smell the cinnamon-sugar scent of her demonic lust.

"Hey - do you want to play truth or dare?"

She can't believe what she's hearing. Everything that comes out of this girl's mouth sounds like a line from a coked-up porn screenwriter. She turns her head away, trapped between the demoness and the wall, palms flat. She gags at the thought of all the germs in that toy, eyes drawing back, bolt wide as it disappears into the substantial cleavage of Barbie. This is making her uncomfortable. More than she should. And it doesn't help that it's been so long...

Slim arms shoot out to push Barbie away, to get her the hell out of her space, but she aims too high, as she inadvertently gets too handfuls of soft breast, stuck there as the smell of cinnamon drifts through her nose. Mm. She's stuck there a moment, nose near Barbie's jaw, breathing in the smell, heart rate rising, but the reverie breaks, and she's all the angrier for it. Instinctively, she shoves forward, pushing Barbie back.

"Step back! I don't want to play any games, and I don't want to get gonorrhea from your nasty ass toys."