As all 5 Nicoles fell into the swarthy hole they bathed in it's black liquid contents and melted, dissolved perfectly within it. The concoction began to glow as Britney the Goth and apparently magical practioner chanted "Sock-o-jacko-sock-o-jack-sock-jack-off-o-antagonisto!"
Clad in her spandex witch robes and a hat with "Asking Alexandria" logo'd on it, she threw a pinch of spice into the mixture and it was sparked. The process was nearly done. Opening her chest of armors, she dipped them in and threw others right through. Out came steaming black armor shining like pitch black latex.
"If you wear these, you will be transformed. You'll be immune to the Predators cum and all dicks. The only thing you'll have to watch out for is physical damage. Also your mind might feel a little funny, dare I say a little angsty." Britney pulled out a gasmask and handed it to her. Nicole gagged.
"That shit looks digusting! It's all gooey and gross, I swear you're trying to make me into some icky goth like you!"
The goth witchling only shrugged. "Well It IS kinda Cybergoth gear, technically. But what choice do you have? Come on, we're running out of time.
"I am NOT wearing that hideous Gasmask."
"Ugh fine, than just hold damn still." She took out some kind of mask that a surgeon might will and slowly pressed it forward. Nicole felt cold suddenly. Her vision went dark and blurry, but than strangely more bright and vivid. The Transformation was soon to begin.
The last nicole in that store backed up into a wrack, converting item after item into hot new clothes, but each time she threw them at the zombie rather than change them the dickified Nicoles would merely jack off into them and melt them into nothing. She was powerless. She closed her eyes in hopes that it would be painless as each and every one of them pointed their dicks at her. In a hot flash of cum, she was no more, vaporized to mere tubesocks. Every one of the zombies took her remains and jacked into them, basking in the pleasure of their former comrade.
