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Sarah strutted across the autumn campus, her white tennis shoes crunching fallen leaves. Her fitted white tank top accentuated her curves while faded blue jeans hugged her hips. Her short blonde hair caught the sunlight as she approached James with practiced flirtation.

"Thanks for helping me pass that awful class," she cooed sweetly, placing her perfectly manicured hands on his shoulders. The gathered students watched with interest, some already snickering knowingly at what was about to unfold.

"Sarah," James began nervously, his heart racing. "Now that finals are over, would you like to go on a real date with me sometime?"

Her face softened as she leaned in close, her breath hot on his lips. James' heart pounded as she drew nearer, her hands gently caressing his shoulders. Just as their lips were about to meet, her expression twisted into a cruel smirk. Sarah's hands suddenly shoved hard against his chest, sending him sprawling onto the concrete. She planted one white tennis shoe firmly on his sternum, grinding it down as laughter erupted from the crowd.

"You actually thought I'd kiss you? That I'd date a pathetic nerd like you?" she sneered, pressing harder. "Thanks for doing all my work though, loser!" She gave one final push before sauntering away, leaving him humiliated. ….. After Sarah had strutted away, James remained on the ground, his chest still aching where her tennis shoe had ground into him. Laughter and whispers echoed across the courtyard as students recorded the humiliation on their phones. His face burned red with shame as he slowly picked himself up, gathering his scattered dignity along with his fallen backpack.

That evening, alone in his dorm room, James' embarrassment transformed into cold rage. He pulled up the video someone had already posted online - watching Sarah's cruel smirk as she pretended to kiss him before shoving him down.

His fists clenched as the comments rolled in: "What a loser!" "Did he really think she'd date him?" Hours of tutoring, all the late night "study sessions," all just so she could use him.

But James wasn't just any scorned tutor - he was a chemistry major with a 4.0 GPA and access to the advanced laboratory. He remembered seeing ads for "OnaJoy" - a supposedly arousing bath supplement. That night, he carefully analyzed its chemical composition in the lab, breaking down its components. With a few molecular modifications, he could create something far more potent... and transformative.

Over the next day, he meticulously synthesized his compound. The pink liquid looked identical to her body wash when he slipped into her dorm using the spare key she'd carelessly left him. "You won't be laughing much longer," he muttered, carefully adding his creation to her shower supplies. ….. The next morning, Sarah stepped into her shower, unaware of what awaited her. Within minutes, waves of pleasure wracked her body as she slid down the shower wall, fingers desperately seeking relief...

Hours later, Sarah awoke in a daze on her bed, her body still tingling from countless orgasms. Her soaking wet tank top clung to her skin, her jeans discarded somewhere in her bathroom during her frenzied state. Through blurry vision, she saw a figure standing over her - James.

"You..." she tried to speak, but strange sensations began overwhelming her body. A tingling warmth spread from her core to her extremities. Sarah watched in horror as her fingers began to soften and merge together, her arms slowly dissolving into her torso.

"Funny how karma works," James mused coldly, watching as her legs began to shrink and reshape. "You used me all semester, and now you’ll know what it’s like to be humiliated."

Sarah tried to scream but her voice caught as her throat constricted. Her body continued to compress and reshape itself, skin taking on a soft pink silicone texture. Her consciousness remained fully aware as she transformed into a simple onahole, unable to move or speak but acutely aware of her new existence.

James picked up her transformed form, examining it with clinical detachment. "I could use you myself, but that would be too petty. I think the fraternity will give you the attention you deserve."

He placed her in a plain cardboard box marked "USE ME" and left it on the frat house's front porch. ….. The morning sun cast long shadows across Theta Pi's hardwood floors as Mike discovered the unassuming cardboard box on their front porch. Inside, nestled in crumpled tissue paper, lay an exquisitely crafted pink silicone onahole that immediately caught his eye. He carried it into the common room where several brothers were lounging after their morning workouts.

"Check out what I found," Mike announced, holding up the toy for inspection. The gathered fraternity members crowded around to examine the mysterious gift.

"Holy shit," Brad exclaimed, taking it from Mike's hands to study it closer. "Dude, this is going to sound crazy, but this looks exactly like that stuck-up bitch Sarah from Wilson's Bio class. Look at the detail - it's even got that little freckle by the opening, just like that beauty mark near her mouth."

Chad pushed through the group, snatching it from Mike. His eyes widened as he turned it over in his large hands. The perfectly sculpted silicone did bear an uncanny resemblance to Sarah - the same delicate pink shade as her lips, the same distinctive marks. A cruel smile spread across his face as he remembered how she'd always teased and flirted but kept him at arm's length.

"This is too perfect," Chad smirked. "You know what? I'm taking this upstairs to my room. Got some... studying to do."

Sarah's consciousness screamed in silent horror as Chad carried her transformed body up the creaking fraternity house stairs. She could only imagine what humiliations awaited as he locked his bedroom door behind them...

He tossed her transformed form roughly onto his unmade bed. "It’s too bad, I wish you were actually that bitch Sarah, I want her to know how my cock feels tearing up her pussy," he remarked, unzipping his jeans. For hours he used her onahole body relentlessly, calling her every degrading name he could think of. Sarah could only endure the rough treatment, each thrust a reminder of her helpless state.

When he was finally spent, Chad carelessly tossed her into the upstairs hallway. "SLOPPY SECONDS COME AND GET IT!" he called out laughing.

As she lay in the hallway, Sarah's consciousness began to shift. The initial horror of her transformation gave way to a deep, primal acceptance.

'Please... use me...' she thought desperately as strong hands lifted her up. 'This is what I deserve... what I need…'

"Don’t mind if I do, not like we haven’t a run a train on sorority girls before!" she heard someone call out as she felt her form roughly squeezed, Chad’s cum still dripping from her orifices. Her form shuddering with eager anticipation waiting to be used.