The witch’s skin crackled with static, the bare wood of the floor digging into her knees, the words of her spell echoing around the room. The etchings of the summoning circle glowed brightly before her, candles blazing around it, their smoke drifting in a spiral up to the ceiling. Inside, something began to coalesce, gathering the smoke and shadows from the corners of the room, slowly taking form. The witch continued her chant, feeling the heat building in front of her, the power flowing through her body, heart beating faster as she reached the end of the spell...
Thunder split the air in front of her, the shockwave throwing her backwards, snuffing out the light of the candles, plunging the room into darkness.
The room grew still.
The witch lay slumped on the ground, the tension and energy stored in her body flowing out of her, body aching and tired from the exertion of the spell. Ahead of her, still shrouded in darkness, something watched, appraising the mortal form that had summoned it.
“You’re a brave one, Amber,” the figure spoke her name, its voice warm and caring, yet carrying the deep echo of the abyss, “there aren’t many people who summon demons anymore…” It reached down with an ashen hand, gently lifting the witch’s face, blackening her skin with soot.
The witch let herself be lifted up by the demon, staring and the shifting form before her, the hints of a humanoid figure under a dress of rolling shadows and smoke. She could feel the warmth of it, the heart blazing out against her bare skin. Her heart fluttered, excitement and apprehension growing inside her, stunned by the presence of the demon. She lifted her gaze, looking through the smoke to the face behind. The demon was beautiful, dark skin smouldering gently, its eyes bright embers, sparks drifting up with the smoke. She was crowned with horns, solid at first as they swept back with her hair, curving upwards, tips fading into wisps of ash.
“I... wanted to see if I could,” the witch replied, words soft and quiet. It was the truth, but gazing now into the eyes of the demon, it didn’t seem… adequate. Her heart fluttered again to see the demon smiling in response.
“I wonder… what did you think you’d do, after I arrived?” More of the demon solidified, its arm growing more substantial. Its clawed hand brushed down the witch’s neck, down across her bare skin, feeling the human’s heart beating faster, chest rising and falling with every breath, “because I have a few ideas…”
“I- I-,” Amber started to reply, words lost to muffled gasps as the demon kissed her, the heat of its lips gently searing the human’s skin. For a moment she felt like her legs might buckle beneath her, leaning into the kiss, letting the demon hold her. Eventually, the demon moved away, its heat lingering on the witch’s lips.
“Oh- oh wow,” was all the witch could say, stunned by the kiss, forbidden thoughts and desires burning at the back of her mind.
“Like it?” the demon smirked, “just a taste of the gifts I can offer, if you’d like me to show you, stay with you, help you…”
The witch looked up, meeting the demon’s gaze, seeing the genuine affection in its eyes, a single word escaping her lips.
“Please…”
The demon smiled in return, drifting closer, enveloping the witch in the smoke of its body, surrounding her with warmth. It embraced her once more, kissing deeply, feeling the witch quake in its arms. Slowly, gently, the sinuous length pushed its way between her lips, reaching deeper into her mouth. The witch’s knees trembled, her body starting to gag as the thick tongue filled her mouth, forcing its way to the back of her throat, down her neck. Panic gripped her. The primal, instinctual need to survive, urging her to push the demon away. Shifting her feet, she realised she was pinned by the tongue, locked in the demon’s embrace.
Amber’s eyes grew wide, watching the demon pulling back, the length of its tongue stretching between them. She looked into its eyes, reassuring her, exciting her. She could feel the length of the tongue delving deeper into her, the heat of it as it strained against her throat, the taste of spice and ash in her mouth. She almost lost herself in the gaze of the demon’s eyes, the strange sensations filling her body, as more of the demon pushed into her. She reached up to her neck, feeling the bulge of the tongue pressing out inside her, shifting and writhing as it slid deeper into her. She became lost in the sensations, panic pushed out of her mind by desire, strange arousal growing inside her, the love that the demon had for her filling her soul.
Her body grew hot and heavy, more and more of the demon’s shadowy form drawing into its tongue, pushing and writhing inside her chest. The demon’s hands, gently cradling her face, grew fainter and fainter as the demon pushed more of itself into her body. Amber saw one last glimpse of ember eyes before they faded into shadow, the last wisps of ash drawing into her mouth.
The witch collapsed, no longer held up by the demon, dropping down onto the bare floor, knocking candles aside. She could still feel the tongue inside her, the weight of the demon pressing against her organs, filling her throat... Then it was gone, the demon’s essence flowing through Amber’s body. The rush of energy and pleasure overwhelmed her, and the witch blacked out, slumping against the cold floor…
Amber dreamt of fire and flesh, the touch of her lover’s hands on her skin, another’s heartbeat so close to her own, their limbs intertwined until it became impossible to separate the two, their bodies becoming one...
When Amber woke, the room was dark and still. The candles scattered, chalk lines of the summon circle disturbed, her spellbook still lying open at the summoning spell. There was no sign of the demon. Had it been a dream? She shifted herself upright, trying to piece together what had happened. The pillar of smoke appearing in front of her, the beautiful form of the demon inside, that kiss...
“Good morning, my love,” the voice, warm and familiar, echoed inside Amber’s head, laughing softly at the witch’s surprise, “pleasant dreams?”
“Dreams?” Amber blushed red at the thought, glimpses of the dream flashing in her mind, the demon and her together, a gleaming thread joining the two together. She could feel her heart racing again, a warmth inside her growing, weak at the knees as she slowly stood. “I didn’t expect possession to feel so… wonderful.”
“Oh, my love, I’m not possessing you,” as the demon spoke, Amber imagined it smirking in the corner of her eye, just out of view, “you summoned me, and now I am bound to you, forever. My power is yours now.”
Amber could feel a vibrant heat blossoming from her heart, flowing through her body. The form of the demon stretching out insider her, those burning hands playing across her skin, caressing her from within. Amber gasped in pleasure, her own hands moving across her body, echoing the demon’s movements.
“I can give you your heart’s desire, the body you yearn for...”
The ground beneath Amber’s feet grew hot, crimson liquid oozing out through cracks in the floor. It washed over Amber’s feet, quickly coating them before wrapping around her legs, flowing upwards. Amber gasped in surprise, feeling the warm liquid squeezing her legs tightly, smoothing her body as the latex fused with her skin.
“Latex? But- why-?” Amber faltered, surprised and embarrassed, trying to lift a foot from the pool of latex. The liquid clung tight, tugging at her toes, stretching out from her heel. Looking down, Amber saw the latex changing, turning black as it solidified over her toes, forming a neat point. Underneath, the sole of her foot grew smooth and stiff, the latex stretching from her heel forming a solid stiletto heel. Pulling harder, the latex snapped free, her foot slipping back onto the bare stone.
The shock of her new heel hitting the ground carried through her body, the sound echoing in the basement. She staggered slightly, pulling her other foot free of the latex, the same tugging and stretching forcing it into a matching heel. Clear of the puddle, she gazed down at her legs, the crimson latex still flowing over her thighs, the black of her feet chasing after it. The black latex flowed across the crimson, tendrils winding over her knees, matte compared to the gleam of the red latex. They wrapped around her thighs in a diagonal weave, tendrils merging to form a neat border, the tops of her new boots coming to a point on the front of her legs.
Amber gasped at the sight of her changed legs, now a perfect copy of the latex boots she’d fantasised about, never daring to wear. She ran a hand carefully down a thigh, her latex skin smooth and warm, just the touch of her hands against it sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She felt the latex grow tight, her thighs swelling beneath it, slowly gaining curves she’d only dreamed of. Her fingers found the edge of the black latex, a slight dip where the tight seam dug into the soft flesh of her thighs.
“Like them?” the demon’s voice purred in her mind, “I’ve been enjoying exploring all your fantasies…”
“I do-” was all Amber could reply, enraptured by the sensations of her body as more and more of her skin turned to latex, her body changing beneath. It flowed around her hips, running between her legs, over her ass, smoothing and tightening and squeezing every inch of her.
Her heart raced as the latex climbed up her torso, pulling in her waist, flowing over her chest. Her fingers reached up after the latex, running across her breasts as the latex squeezed them tight against her, perfect curves of gleaming crimson. The feel of her hands against them was almost overwhelming, a pressure building in her chest as the flesh beneath swelled, straining against her latex skin.
The latex reached up over her shoulders, running in rivers down her arms, smoothing and squeezing as it went. Around her waist, she could feel the latex pulling in tighter, skin growing thicker and firmer, bands of black matching her boots wrapping around her torso, her new corset stopping just short of her breasts.
Her fingers brushed down, feeling the change between the shining red latex, and the softer black of the corset, all of it a part of her body now. Soon, the latex wrapped around her fingers, squeaking slightly as latex rubbed against latex, the vibrations carried across her skin. Holding an arm up in front of her, she sensed the next change coming, skin turning dull and black as gloves formed to match her boots, hugging her arms ever tighter as they spread, stopping mid-way past her elbows in a point to match her boots.
“One final touch…” the demon whispered, as the latex crept around Amber’s neck, clinging tightly. She reached up to feel it, the firm latex pushing up to the base of her head, leaving her face untouched. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself, my love?”
Amber stood in silence for a moment, fingers still faintly touching her neck, transfixed by the mirror materialising in front of her, the sight of her body now neck to toe in perfectly smooth latex. Every movement tugged and squeezed her body, the perfect curves captured by her sensitive skin. Only her head was unchanged, save for her eyes, glowing faintly like burning embers. This was her body, her fantasy made real.
“Thank you-”
“It’s nothing, my love,” the demon spoke, appearing behind Amber in the mirror, the familiar form of smoke and embers, “I exist to help people with their fantasies, and I sense you do as well…” The demon reached around Amber, embracing her from behind, ashen hands gently rubbing across her latex body.
Amber could only gasp in surprise and pleasure, the sensations of the demon’s hands across her body so much more intense than she imagined. Biting her lip to stop from moaning, she watched the demon caress her body, its hands slipping around her waist, teasing her as it reached up to her breasts.
Looking down, Amber could only see herself, squeezed by invisible hands, the demon only in her mind and body. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths, her heart pounding beneath, watching unseen fingers press into her sensitive flesh.
“You’re… enjoying this too much,” Amber said, between breaths, leaning back into the demon’s incorporeal embrace, basking in its warmth.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been able to enjoy a mortal’s touch, though I’m not sure I’d call you that anymore,” the demon replied, gently pulling Amber closer, “your body is so much more now, and yours to shape as you like.”
“A few finishing touches, then?” Amber smirked in reply, reaching up to gently tug at the demon’s arms, her fingers wrapping around its reflected form, “Like sensible shoes…”
“If you insist,” the demon replied with mock-annoyance, “just imagine the change, and let it become real,”
Amber closed her eyes, testing her new powers, holding a thought in her mind, feeling the stiletto heels beneath her collapsing. She sank down, feet settling at a more comfortable angle, focusing on the sensations of the soles of her feet changing: the latex of the stilettos pressing into a much thicker heel, soles toughening into firm rubber, the ridges of treads of her new boots forming.
“That’s better,” Amber grinned, making a show of stomping her new boots, “I think I can get used to this.”
“I’m glad,” the demon kissed her cheek, Amber’s bare skin glowing briefly under the demon’s lips, “and I hope you’ll use my gift well, help others with their own deepest fantasies…”
“Maybe make an apprentice or two?”
“If you like,” the demon laughed, stepping back from her, “just be careful who you share it with. I’ll be here, if you need me…” The demon winked, then faded from the mirror. Ash and smoke swirled around Amber briefly, settling on her left arm, leaving a perfect black silhouette of a snake on her shoulder.
Amber stood a while in front of the mirror, admiring her new look, taking a moment to change her hair to a brilliant electric blue. Her mind raced with thoughts and fantasies, plans to help others, and herself.
“Now... what should I try first?”