"Alright so let's see, this one is usually the go-to solution for converters wanting to stop a fellow convertee from destroying their own kind. 'Alien.'"
"Alien?"
"Alternate Limit Into Endomorphic Newtype." Britney blew into a cigarette. "Basically you get a shiny new form that should be able to take that Predator on. It might be able to do the trick, but it'll cost you."
"Cost me what? Pleeease, I think he's getting stronger!" The Nicole begged.
"Well for starters, 5 of your own kind need to be sacrificed just to start the ritual. Second we'll need a vict- I mean host, and that's you. Secondly it's kind of gnarly, I mean you'll look totally decked out and shit. It'll be needed to stop him but Marilyn Manson be damned it's a bulk of crud. Ain't hot or sexy, or whatever attribute you ascribe to be. Damn girl, you sure you want to go through that?" Britney asked. She started rummaging around her wardrobe chest and picked out her best Witchling robes.
The nicole saluted. "Whatever it takes!" She pulled out her phone of 5 of her BFFsies, but had to call 3 additional numbers because 3 of them had already been lost in the ensuring battles. "Heyyy girls! Yeah you, Nicole. Get over here!" All 5 would immediately head over, avoiding the battle in the process.
A second Nicoles eyes turned red. Her cock grew out as she went alongside her partner. "Must absorb more Nicoles. Must absorb them for master. Must absorb them so Master can absorb us all."
The two feasted on the sock remains of the former Amazon Nicoles, only this time by doing so their cocks grew several sizes in length,
