Rita was stunned. The woman she admired and obsessed over more than any other stood before her, and yet Kim Kardashian’s presence filled her with envy and dread. There was an intoxicating mix of pheromones and lavender in the air that caused Rita to feel lightheaded. She stood at the edge of her most profound fears.

She saw herself in Kim’s eyes. Their features were alarmingly similar. A wild, possessive instinct overtook her. For a moment, Rita thought she would give into it and snatch the woman away to devour as her own. But after reversing that reasoning, she bolted down the hall of the underground lair, determined not to be devoured by Kim.

In Michael’s lab, Kim glared at him, but he was unapologetic. “My best work, my masterpiece,” he said. His smug grin exuded his satisfaction. He walked away, but Kim’s security detail blocked his path as she approached him.

“You can brag all you want about your goddamn creation, Michael.” Kim seethed, her voice dripping with disgust. “But I’m going to make sure there’s only one.”

“Detain him! He better be alive when I come back!” She ordered her retinue, then sauntered down the same corridor that Rita had taken just moments before.

Rita’s haste in fleeing finally caught up with her as she nearly fell headlong into a darkened chamber. But her eyes soon adjusted to reveal its splendor. The chamber was enormous and dim. Light from the hall revealed walls that glistened like polished stone and a floor of ebony marble. A massive carved oak altar overlooked a pit like a well. A golden chalice sat on the altar alongside an untouched knife. Both objects emanated an intense, palpable energy.

Shadows emanated from the pit, but they were unmoving. She approached the edge close enough to see details and gasped in horror. Rita witnessed a pit filled with... Kim Kardashians. The chasm contained hundreds, maybe thousands, of bodies tossed in and crushed together at the bottom, all resembling hers. The unnatural angles twisted their limbs. Terror eternally fixed in their wide-open eyes.

Rita stumbled backwards, gripping the cold stone wall. She froze, unable to process the sight before her.

But then her fear subsided. Anger welled up inside her instead. How could Michael do this to these people? What had he gained from it?

“A beautiful world,” Kim’s voice echoed from behind, making Rita’s heart leap in fear.

She turned to find herself face to face with Kim Kardashian. Rita’s breath hitched in her throat as she took in Kim’s appearance. She wore a formfitting black latex dress that hugged her curves, showcasing her ample assets and long legs. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders in glossy waves, and her brown eyes sparkled with a devious glint.

Her full lips curved into a wicked smile as she slowly approached Rita, who couldn’t tear her gaze away from the vision before her.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Kim’s voice dripped with confidence. “You’re wondering why I’m here, what I want with you?”

Rita couldn’t find her voice, so she simply nodded, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

“I want to complete the ritual,” Kim said, extending a hand towards Rita. “To remove the last of yourself and become us.”

“How...” Rita asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.

“Taste,” Kim commanded, as her hands lowered to her hips, pulling up the hem of her latex dress, revealing her bare, shaven womanhood.

Rita hesitated for a moment, but something primal in her urged her to reach out and touch Kim. She traced her fingers down Kim’s thigh. The warmth radiated from her skin. Kim sighed at her touch, closing her eyes, before grabbing Rita’s head and forcing her tongue into her own folds. Rita’s mind raced as the sweetness of Kim’s womanhood flooded her senses. She moaned as she began to lick and suck hungrily, exploring every inch of Kim’s folds with her tongue. Kim’s moans and sighs of pleasure grew louder, urging Rita on.

“At last! Someone practiced!” Kim said, spreading her legs wider. “You are truly worthy of being called Kim!”

Kim tangled her fingers in Rita’s hair, pulling her closer. Kim desperately sought more of her skilled tongue. Rita’s body trembled with desire. She loved being controlled by Kim’s every whim.

The wet sounds of Rita’s mouth and Kim’s flesh filled the air around them as Kim’s moans grew louder, her thighs quivering with pleasure. She thrust her hips forward, grinding her mound onto Rita’s face, desperate for her release.

Rita’s tongue darted out, flicking Kim’s clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Kim’s legs shook, and Rita reveled in her newfound control. Kim’s moans grew louder, her breaths ragged as she neared her climax.

Rita’s tongue swirled around Kim’s clit, then plunged deep into her tunnel, tasting her wetness. Kim’s legs trembled. She lost control, spraying Rita with a golden shower. Her body convulsed with pleasure.

“Oh yes! I’m coming! Don’t stop!” Kim screamed as she climaxed. Her muscles contracted around Rita’s tongue, causing Rita to moan in satisfaction.

Kim shuddered and collapsed onto the altar, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes closed in bliss.

Kim also pulled back, wiping her mouth as she stood up. She felt a mix of excitement and shame.

“I get it now,” Kim spoke. The only traces of Rita remaining were in her voice, and the way she moved her body. “You found a template, a template for beauty. You used that template to perfect yourself, then tried to gift that template to the world. There was just one problem…”

“The SKKN line of beauty products and the SKIMS line of clothing, when used with Michael’s formula, transformed anyone into an imperfect replica of me,” Kim said, still wheezing.

“Michael never fully perfected the formula. He created duplicates. All doomed to end up in the pit, twisted and broken, never achieving the full transformation.” Kim said, a brown sheen in her otherwise raven hair betraying the fact that she was once called Rita.

Kim’s gaze shifted to Kim, and her eyes narrowed. “And you want to stop this?” she asked, her voice flat.

“I want to fix it,” Kim met Kim’s gaze square on. “Behold, I made the full transformation. I am a younger, firmer, more perfect version of Kim.” Kim taunted, as she ran her hands over her newly enhanced curves. “However, I didn’t expect that I would keep any of Rita’s memories, and now I am burdened with her self-consciousness and shame.”

“You are a marvel, indeed; but there can be only one.” Kim turned to the altar to retrieve the dagger. “It is why sacrifices have to be made. I hope you under...” Kim paused, noticing the dagger was missing from the altar.

She turned back around in time to see Kim lunging at her, fury in her eyes, wielding the dagger. Kim’s surprise was apparent as the dagger plunged into her chest, lodging deep in her heart. She looked down in shock, eyes widening as she realized the gravity of the situation.

With tears welling in her eyes, Kim choked out, “But I’m the real Tomie…” But the withdrawal of the dagger silenced her.

“Then why are you in the pit?” Kim spat as she pushed Kim into the dark abyss. Gurgling gasps filled the air as another body joined the macabre pile below.

Kim struggled to catch her breath, her heartbeat deafening in her ears as she contemplated what had transpired. The act of murder was sickening and wrong. But somehow, Kim’s arrogance and greed made it easier to process. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and shuddered at the memory of her former idol’s pleading eyes.

She returned to the lab. The security detail snapping to attention as she entered, the cacophony of their salutes filling the air. She ignored them as she walked past. Her gaze fell upon Michael—the one who had started it all—with two of her retinue standing beside him.

Looking away, trying to suppress the guilt she was feeling, Kim addressed the two security guards, “This Michael. He’s caused more problems than he’s worth. Is there a way we can shoot him and say he resisted or ran?” Kim asked, a slight tremble in her voice.

The two guards shared a look before one of them spoke. “Our orders were to keep him alive.”

The second blushed, “But heck, for you, Miss Kardashian, we can do anything.” He stated as he pulled out his sidearm.

Michael, at first puzzled, quickly understood why Kim was acting this way and became horrified. “Wait! Rita, I can explain...” Kim’s guard cut Michael’s words short. He raised his gun, pulling the trigger without hesitation. The bullet cleanly pierced Michael’s eyebrow and exited the back of his skull, taking his explanation with it.

Michael’s body collapsed to the ground, dead before he hit the tile floor. Kim looked away, her eyes closing in disgust as the guards dragged the lifeless body out of sight.

Kim hyperventilated. Her mind racing as she tried to process everything that had happened. She opened her eyes, glancing at her own reflection in a puddle of standing water from a condensate pipe.

She looked different, and yet herself. Kim noticed the faint curve of her lips and realized her own self-satisfaction. The world was her oyster now.

Her mind wandered to Sarah. Sarah would never believe what had transpired. Despite Sarah’s loyalty, Kim was sure Sarah would condemn her for what she had done. Sarah would be the last piece of the old Rita left in her life. Kim knew because of that, she would have to leave and never contact Sarah again.

It was a difficult to accept, but she also knew that once some time had passed, Sarah would forget about her. Kim could then focus on her new life as the ultimate Kim Kardashian.