**Chapter 2: The Possession Takes Hold**

The next day was a typical Monday morning for Daphine, or so she thought. She woke up early, got dressed, and headed to her psychology class. As she walked into the lecture hall, she felt a strange, buzzing energy coursing through her veins. At first, she tried to brush it off as leftover anxiety from the previous day's episode, but as she took her seat and the professor began to lecture, she started to feel it again - that creeping sensation of being taken over. This time, it was different. The presence was stronger, more assertive. Daphine felt her body begin to shift and change, her breasts and buttocks growing larger and more pronounced. Her skin felt tight, like it was being stretched to accommodate her expanding curves. She looked down and gasped in horror as she saw her hands, now softer and more delicate, with long, curved nails. As the professor droned on, Daphine's mind began to fog over. Her thoughts became disjointed and silly, and she found herself giggling for no reason. Her voice, when she spoke, was barely above a whisper, and it sounded...different. More nasally, more airheaded. "Ohmygod, look at me," she squealed, her voice trembling with an otherworldly excitement. "I'm soooo hot today!" She batted her eyelashes at the guy sitting next to her, a chiseled athlete named Jake, who looked at her with a mixture of confusion and fascination. The class fell silent, with all eyes on Daphine. Her classmates stared at her, transfixed by her transformation. Her breasts had grown significantly larger, straining against her tight white tank top. Her buttocks had expanded, too, and her jeans seemed to be stretched to the breaking point. Jake, seemingly entranced by Daphine's new persona, leaned over and whispered, "Hey, you wanna grab some coffee with me after class?" Daphine's response was immediate and unsettling. "Ohmygod, yeah! I love coffee...and I love cock!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with a lascivious energy. The class erupted into a mixture of gasps and snickers, and the professor looked like he was about to have a heart attack. As the class ended and the students filed out, Daphine was left feeling like a stranger in her own skin. She stumbled out of the lecture hall, her new, enhanced body drawing admiring glances from the guys on campus. She felt like a puppet on strings, with someone else pulling the marionette's handles. She walked to her next class, her mind reeling with questions. What was happening to her? How could she stop it? And who was this...this thing that was taking over her body? As she walked, Daphine caught glimpses of herself in storefront windows and reflective surfaces. She barely recognized the person staring back at her - a buxom, curvy, and disturbingly sexy young woman with a dazed, vacant expression. The possessions were getting stronger, and Daphine was powerless to stop them. She was losing herself, fragmenting into a stranger, a bimbo-like creature driven by carnal desires and an insatiable hunger for...for something. She didn't know what, but she knew it was coming for her.