Inspired by "The Rings of Exchange"

Karen Summers brushed her lustrous red hair back behind her ear
as she walked up the stairs. The high school Junior wondered what
Mr. Walters wanted to talk to her about. She had the highest grades
in his class, in fact she had the highest grades in all her classes,
so it could not have anything to do with the quality of her work.
Perhaps he had a side project for her. Karen was already stretched
pretty thin, what with taking an extra two classes, being the captain
of the math, soccer and debate teams, and being the school president.
She might be able to squeeze something else in to her packed schedule
though. It was worth seeing what Mr. Walters had to say.

*I hope he has something real for me, and this is not just an excuse
to try to look down by blouse.* She thought. Karen had long ago gotten
use to the fact that her interactions with men and boys would be
thoroughly punctuated by ogling. It could hardly have been otherwise
for a girl who possessed her voluptuous curves. She had to admit that
her wardrobe choice did not help matters in the slightest. She never
dressed like a slut, but she did not exactly try to hide her assets
either. Today she wore skin tight jeans which showed off her muscular
legs and bubble butt. A tight green u-neck top exposed a hint of
cleavage. Her still growing breasts were slightly large for the 34FF-cup
bra she wore, so the outline of the industrial strength garment was
faintly visible through her tight top. There was something undeniably
erotic about the way that Karen moved. She sometimes wished she was
taller. Her 5'3" frame lacked a certain leggy elegance which would have
been nice to possess, but overall Karen knew that she had been extremely
blessed. She tended to make up for her height by wearing heels, and today
was no exception. The three-inch grey heels she was wearing now made
a satisfying clicking rhythm as she walked up the stairs unconsciously
placing one foot in front of the other to give her incredible ass
an extra sway.

Karen walked into her history classroom and looked around for Mr. Walters.
*He must be in his office* she thought to herself before poking her head
in, "Mr. Walters?" She asked.

"Come in Karen." He said.

When Karen entered the room she was surprised to see that Mr. Walters was
not alone. There was a tall raven haired woman leaning on his desk with a
smirk on her face. It wasn't often that Karen was jealous of another woman,
but at the sight of the leggy beauty in front of her she could not help
but feel a wave of envy. Until now, Karen had never seen a woman with a
countenance more comely than her own. There were some starlets who could
compete, but even they only did so with the aid of airbrushes and makeup.
Yet the woman in front of Karen was unequivocally prettier than her. As
Karen continued to look she realized that the woman had her beat by every
metric she could think of. Her hair was silkier, her toned flesh firmer,
her eyes wiser, her breasts noticeably larger, and her elegant legs much
more alluring than Karen's own. Karen's outfit made her look sexy, but
the businesslike pencil skirt and cream blouse that the woman was wearing
made her look both sexy and professional. After a moment Karen realized that she
was staring, so she shook her head and said, "Hi, I'm Karen Summers."
and held out her hand.

The woman took Karen's pale hand in her own elegant grasp, and shook it
firmly. Karen was a varsity athlete, but she felt an unyielding strength
in the woman's grip that she doubted she would be able to overcome.
"I'm Angela Knight. It's a pleasure to meet you."

There was an almost predatory undertone to Angela's sultry voice, and
Karen felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She felt like
a goat that had been shoved into an enclosure with a sleeping tiger.

Mr. Walters spoke up, "Karen, I invited Angela her to talk to you about
a research opportunity." Karen noticed a look of adoration on his face
when he looked at the woman in front of him. *And to think I was worried
about him looking down _my_ blouse* she thought. "Angela is a history
professor at Columbia, and she wants to start running a research group
that includes some of the local high school students. She is only interested
in the very best, so I thought of you."

Karen nodded. If she was going to jam anything into her already packed schedule,
it would have to be something like this. The opportunity to do graduate level
research in high school was not one she could pass up on. "What type of history
does your research focus on?"

"I have research interests in a number of areas. Right now I'm working on a
complete history of mental illness in collaboration with some of my colleagues
in psychiatry. I have students working on everything from prisons to
intellectual history." Angela replied.

"Prisons?" Karen asked. Angela launched into a discussion of what her student
was working on, which lead to more discussions.

The two talked for several hours. By the time they had finished Karen had
realized that Angela's intellect was way out of her league. It was an
unfamiliar sensation for Karen. She had not been around anyone smarter
than her since she was 12. Some adults were more knowledgeable or
experienced than her, but in terms of raw intelligence she had every one
of her teachers and family members beat by a wide margin.

"Now, Karen. I must confess that I'm here for more than one reason. I'm sure you
remember the research competition that Mr. Walters had your class take part in.
I know the results are not due to be announced for another couple of months, but
I've spoken to all of the other judges, and we are in agreement that you deserve
first prize. In addition to the cash prize, it is my duty and privilege to give
you this ring symbolizing your membership in the National Historical Society."
Angela held out a plain white ring. It looked like it was made out of ivory of
some sort.

Karen flushed, flattered. "Thank you. This means a lot to me." She noticed a
strange gleam in Angela's eye as she slipped the ring onto her finger. As
soon as the white ring settled onto her digit, it turned a gleaming gold
color.

When Angela saw the ring turn color she reacted instantly, muttering "Fuck"
under her breath, and producing a knife out of nowhere. She lunged toward
Karen, grabbing for the hand the ring was on. Angela was almost supernaturally
fast, but Karen had incredible twitch reflexes. It made her an amazing lacrosse
goalie, and now it saved her life. She jerked her hand out of the way and jumped
out of her chair, shoving it into the murderous woman in front of her.

As Karen moved, knowledge flooded into her head. The ring on her finger did not
represent membership in the National Historical Society. It was one of a pair of
rings which allowed the users to transfer attributes between themselves. When
two people placed the rings on their fingers, one ring would turn gold,
indicating that it was the master ring. Whoever wore the master ring had
control over the transfer process. The problem was that it was impossible to
tell which ring would turn into the master ring.

As Karen was processing all of this Angela was already moving, bringing the
knife rapidly toward Karen's body. Karen reached for Angela's plunging arm,
but she wasn't fast enough. The knife stabbed deep into her side, sending
the worst pain Karen had ever experienced lancing through her body. Her hands
arrived just in time to prevent Angela from jerking the knife out, and Karen
convulsively grabbed the older woman's arm. Angela shook her off like a
mosquito and drew her arm back to stab again. She was just too strong and fast
for Karen to keep up. As soon as Karen had the thought she felt her limbs fill
with strength. When Angela's arm snapped forward to deliver a second blow,
Karen was fast enough to meet her. The knife sliced into her forearm, but
Karen held on as if her life depended on it, because it did. The pain was
incredible, but she was draining Angela of toughness as well as strength
and speed, so it was getting easier and easier to bear.

In a few moments it was over. Karen stood panting over Angela's collapsed form.
She had drained so much strength from the woman that she could no longer stand.
Blood soaked Karen's top, and dripped off of her fingertips, but she did not
feel weak. Angela had been tremendously tough before Karen took her stamina
from her, and Karen knew she would be fine.

Mr. Walters broke the stunned silence, "You bitch! What did you do to my
Mistress?" he demanded, charging at his wounded student. Karen just stood
stock still, waiting till the last second to throw a powerful punch at
his jaw. The history teacher slumped to the ground, stirring only slightly.

Karen looked at her teacher, "Don't get up."

She glanced down at the woman crumpled up beneath her. She noticed that the
woman's muscles looked as firm as ever. Muscle tone and strength must be
different attributes "You were going to drain me dry, weren't you?" She asked.
"Let's see how you like it."

Before doing anything else Karen drained the woman's healing capacity. She
could definitely use it at the moment. Almost immediately, she felt flesh start
to knit together. She had not been expecting to heal that fast. "You have such
lovely hair Angela." As she spoke Angela's lustrous black hair turned dull 
and dry, while Karen's already lovely red locks took on an incredible
otherworldly beauty.

"And such hypnotic eyes." Angela's warm chocolate eyes turned muddy and
dull, while Karen's green gems shone brightly from her face like a pair of
search lights.

"And your nose is just the cutest!" Angela's perfect nose turned lumpy while
Karen's became perfectly formed.

"Your lips are amazing!" Angela's soft lips turned thin and pale, while
Karen's plumped up and softened.

Karen spend a few more moments draining the beauty from Angela's face before
she moved on. She bent down and angrily ripped Angela's blouse off of her
voluptuous frame. The woman's huge, perfectly formed breasts created the
most incredible cleavage that Karen had ever seen. She felt herself getting
a little moist at the sight, even though she was strait. "I think you should
get used to being flat from now on." She said. As she spoke, Angela's breasts
started to recede, and Karen's already large bust rapidly took on mass.
Angela wore a 38GG, so by the time Karen had drained the larger woman completely
her breasts were enormous. They looked a little silly on her slender body, so
Karen drained some of Angela's impressive muscle tone, and some of the
broadness of her chest. Her new pectoral muscles made her massive chest as
perky as was possible. Her new memories told her she was a 44L, which was
larger than she would have preferred, but she did not want to leave the bitch
below her with anything.

"Wow, I'm a little top heavy!" She said. "Think you could help me with that?"
Karen's muscular ass expanded steadily, until it formed a shelf that you could
balance a wine glass on. The new queen of curves glanced down at herself. It
was a little much. Of course giving anything back to Angela was out of the
question, so she started to slurp of the rail-thin woman's height. At 5'11"
she stopped. Angela had only stood 5'8", so now she was just barely 5' tall.
Karen was still extremely curvy, but her proportions had been
evened out a little.

"I have to hand it to you. Even after all that you have amazing skin!"
Karen said as Angela's smooth skin burst out with pimples and splotches.
Meanwhile, Karen's peach-blossom skin seemed to soften and take on an
incredible glow of health.

"Even as a pimple-faced midget you still seem to look good." Karen said.
As she spoke it became harder and hard to look at Angela's crumpled form.
She had somehow remained pretty despite all that Karen had taken, but now
that changed. Meanwhile Karen's beauty was magnified enormously. She giggled
as she remembered the way that people would just stare at her, hypnotized by
her charms, unless she made a conscious effort not to be to alluring. She
realized that Angela must have been dampening her beauty in order to interact
with Karen in a normal way.

"Wow, it is going to take a lot of concentration to manage the new me." She
said. As she spoke, Angela's gaze started to wander. Not ever the anger burning
threw her could keep the prone woman occupied. 

"Of course, it wouldn't hurt to be smarter." The busty red head said with a
smile. She carefully drained Angela's knowledge and intelligence at the same
time. The master ring helped her understand that complex knowledge would suffer
damage if it was held by a stupid person, so she had to be careful to drain
all of Angela's knowledge, experience, and memories as she took her 
intelligence. As she drained the former attribute thief's memories she was
amazed at how many women Angela had consumed. Due to the risk inherent in
each theft, Angela choose only the smartest and most beautiful women to
steal from. If the other woman got the master ring, Angela would immediately
cut the ring from her target's hand and try again. Helping her even more,
was the way that she would drain the good luck from her targets. She had
gotten the master ring the first time the last 20 times that she had drained
a woman. Anyone's luck could run out, and today had been the day that Angela's
did.

Angela's memories contained another surprise. It seemed that the original
attributes of a thief had an impact on how well the stolen attributes
manifested. The original attributes acted as a sort of multiplier. It
was unfortunate for Angela, who had been below average in almost every
respect before she got the rings, but it had the opposite effect on
Karen, who had been significantly above average. Angela had been in the
bottom 10% in nearly every category, but Karen had been in the top 0.1%.
Karen's very perfection had been why Angela choose her in the first place.
Angela only got about 10% of the attributes that she drained, but when Karen
stole the same attribute it was multiplied by 1000. It meant that when Karen
stole an attribute from Angela she multiplied it by 10000.

In total Angela had drained 143 of the most beautiful, intelligent women
she could find, making her a little more than 14 time more beautiful and
intelligent than her victims. If she had turned her talents to anything
besides hunting for her next target, she could have changed the world.
Of course now Karen was 144000 times more beautiful and intelligent than
Angela's average victim. When you consider the fact that Angela's victims
were all significantly above average, it meant that Karen was 1.4 million
times sexier and more intelligent than the average woman.

"You were a lucky girl Angela." Karen said. As she spoke she could feel
her memories adjusting. Everything just seemed to go her way. She remembered
winning every raffle she entered, and taking the pot every time she
played poker. She remembered getting in to Harvard as an 8 year old despite
odds that were long even for her.

There were a few more attributes that Angela's experience helped Karen know
to drain. She slurped up Angela's athletic ability and talent, her memory
capacity, her sensory abilities, her grace, her sexy voice, the years of her
life, and even her business connections. Finally, her new experience told her
that she could use the ring's ability to transfer attributes from herself to
Angela to move her wounds to the husk beneath her.

"This is going to be hard to explain." She said gesturing to her incredible
body. Fortunately, the rings possessed the power to make everyone think
that their results were normal. Karen had used that ability for some of the
changes, but not all, so now she finalized the new reality.

Mr. Walters stood up, "I'm so sorry you had to see this Mistress. Please
forgive your humble servant." He said bowing to Karen.

Angela was one of Mr. Walter's disabled students, and he had thought that
meeting Karen might help the poor girl. Karen's presence sometimes had
remarkable effects on people. Karen had accidentally enslaved Mr. Walters
with her remarkable beauty when still a student at the high school,
so she did not make an effort to dampen her charms around him. This
had proved to be a mistake because her beauty had caused Angela 
to become agitated. The disabled girl had started weeping in rapture at
the sight of the 16 year old goddess. Somehow she had slipped out of
her chair when Mr. Walters went to help her and managed to cut herself
up pretty badly. On the way down her head had slammed into Mr. Walter's
chin, making him woozy from the shock.

"It's not your fault Mr. Walters. Go outside and ask my man Andrew to call
an ambulance. I'll take care of Angela." She said, sinking to her
knees next to the wounded girl. She slipped the master ring off her
hand, and slid the slave ring off of Angela's thin finger. She tucked
the two rings between her firm breasts, and set to work treating the
wizened woman with a practiced hand. At some point Karen's clothes seemed
to have changed, so she was careful not to get blood on her spotless
new garb. Karen looked fantastic in her tasteful green blouse and tight
black skirt, and she did not want to have to change. Angela had drained
quite a few doctors in her time, so Karen moved efficiently to stop the bleeding
and stabilize Angela. Not that it would do much good. Without the
ability to heal itself, the wounded body under Karen's hands would
never recover. On top of that Karen had stolen the years of Angela's
life from her. She would die of old age in a few weeks if she managed
to survive her wounds.

As Karen worked she went over the memories of her new life. She quickly
realized why Angela had never drained more mammary mass. Karen's curvier
figure had scaled her sex appeal exponentially rather than linearly. Before
her change Karen had been in the top 0.001% when it came to sex appeal,
which meant that even without her curvier figure she was 140 million times
sexier than the average woman. Her extra curves made her 140 billion times
sexier than the average woman. By examining her memories she could tell that
if she did not dampen her sex appeal she would totally enslave anyone who
looked at her, regardless of their sexual orientation. Fortunately, her
acting ability and shear force of personality had multiplied enough that
she was able to do a pretty good job of dampening. Even so, men and boys
had a tendency to lose their train of thought around her.
At her acceptance speech for the Nobel peace prize she remembered watching one
of the men in the audience cum in his pants despite her best efforts
to tone down her sex appeal. Karen twitched her powerful pecks, causing
her heavy breasts to bounce. *And I'm still growing* thought the 16 year
old. That much had not changed.

As the ambulance took Angela away, Karen smirked to herself. She had always
been better than everyone around her, but this took things to a whole new
level. In the six years since she had graduated Harvard, she had rapidly
built up the largest corporation in the world, of which she was the sole
owner. The Summers Group was larger and more powerful than any country
in the world. The company consistently churned out products which brought
humanity forward by leaps and bounds. Karen had personally solved climate
change when she was 12, and the earth's atmosphere and climate was on
track to reach per-industrial levels in another 30 years. Karen's goals
for the next five years were mostly focused on solidifying the mars
and moon bases she had recently established, before moving on to other
parts of the solar system. Hopefully there would be ships on the way
to alpha centari before the climate stabilized again.

Karen's personal approval rating was above 99%, and there had been calls
to make her Empress of Humanity since she was 14. Karen had always politely
demurred, preferring to offer advice to world leaders, and mediate conflicts
as a neutral third party. There had not been a war or even major conflict
since she was 11. The world's fastest growing religion (at 10% of the global
population) worshiped Karen as a goddess. At any given time she was waited
on by a hoard of loyal slaves. At first they had been drawn from the ranks
of people who had gotten an accidental glimpse of Karen when she stopped
dampening her sex appeal because she thought no one was watching, but for
the past two years there were competitions between the worlds best and
brightest to see who could have the privilege of becoming Karen's direct
property. 

Karen's heightened sense of touch gave her a molecular scale image of the two
rings sandwiched firmly between her breasts. She could become so much greater.
Angela had been misguided in allowing herself to be so consumed by the rings,
but there was no reason that Karen could not continue to use them. It would
be so much easier now that the earth's best and brightest were so willing to
give themselves to her. Karen could totally destroy someones individuality
with one sultry smile, so she no longer had to worry about her counterpart
stealing her attributes. If this was what she was like with the attributes
of 144 women, imagine how she would be with the attributes of 1000, 
or a million.

It would even be morally justified from a utilitarian perspective. Karen
had saved countless lives with her new abilities. Her new near-omniscient
knowledge of the world told her that she had been very nearly the smartest
and sexiest girl in the world before her change, none of her competition
had her beat in all areas, or even most. On top of that, she was still growing,
so she knew that the factor by which she multiplied her stolen attributes would
continue to grow. If anyone was to be the repository of humanities greatness
it ought to be Karen Summers.

Karen stepped out of the history classroom and allowed her bodyguards to help
her shrug on her coat.
