Amber stood in the middle of the summoning circle, admiring her new body. The ritual had been a success, though not quite how she’d expected. The demon had arrived; a beautiful form of smoke and ash, wicked horns, and blazing eyes. She’d promised power, and knowledge, and friendship, and so much more. All it took was the demon entering Amber’s body, the demon’s warmth and energy filling the young witch. And oh how wonderful it had felt… the demon exploring the reaches of her mind, her deepest desires, and making them oh so real. She stood now in a body made of latex and desire. Feet formed into black, high-heeled boots. The corset around her waist. Fingers in shining gloves. The rest of her clad in deep red latex. And all of it, a part of her now, her true form. Only her head remained human, barring a few adjustments, her blue hair now dazzling like sapphire, amber eyes glowing faintly from within. 

   “Now... what should I try first? Amber spoke mostly to herself, though she knew the demon inside her would be listening. 

   “I can think of an idea or two…” the voice replied, deep in her mind, soft but echoing, “to test your new gifts.”

   Amber smirked a little, glad her demon was still with her. After all, the demon had been kind enough to let her be her true self, give in to her fantasies… it was only right that she help other people live out their own. 

   “Exactly…” the demon purred, “I’m sure you can think of someone who could do with a little nudge… just step back, and think of them.”

   Amber nodded, already used to the demon replying to her thoughts, stepping away from the centre of the circle, footsteps echoing through the basement. Closing her eyes, she imagined a friend of hers, someone a little reserved, someone she could help become the sort of person he dreamed of being. 

   A crack of thunder shook her from her thoughts, and she opened her eyes to see her friend standing in front of her, a look of confusion across his face. 

   “What… Amber!? Is that you?” he almost stumbled back in surprise, staring at her, stunned as much by the appearance of his friend as his sudden teleportation. 

   “Sorry, Mischa, didn’t mean to startle you,” Amber replied, grinning. It was only a half-lie, really. “But yeah, it’s me… liking the new look?” She struck a pose, running a latex hand down her body, fingers trailing over her ass, delighting in the way Mischa blushed and squirmed in response. 

   Deep in Amber's mind, the demon couldn’t help but laugh, “I think I’ll leave you two alone…”

   “But… how?” Mischa finally spoke, breaking his eyes away from staring at his friend’s changed body, looking over the scattered ritual components, the circle on the floor, the leather bound books stacked high.

   “You know how I’ve been practising magic?” Amber spoke softly, taking a step closer, “turns out I was better at it than I thought,” another step, “and with help from a… friend, I’m now the person I only ever dreamed of being,” step, “and now I’m here to help you.” She stopped in front of Mischa, inches away, the warmth of her body radiating between them. Gently, carefully, she reached a hand to Mischa’s chin, lifting his face slowly. He was struck silent, almost hypnotised by her gaze as he stared into her eyes.

   Mischa’s thoughts raced, ever desire he’d ever felt bubbling to the surface. Visions of other bodies, other forms. Thoughts of being an object, being used, being useful. Imagining himself being used by her.

   Amber was silent for a while, looking deep into his thoughts, his fantasies, smirking as an image gradually solidified there. Mischa, lying squashed on a desk, an arm leaning on him, a computer mouse running over his flattened fact. She couldn’t help but smirk. 

   “Oh? Well, if that’s what you’d like to be, how could I say no? Though I think you could do with a slightly different body first?” Amber smiled, warm and reassuring, if a little teasing. “Anything you desire…”

   “Oh…” was all Mischa could reply, blushing redder, his thought straying to all the different bodies he’d dreamed of: genies, mermaids, maids, bunnygirls… but each time, he found his gaze drifting back to Amber, the look of her skin, the image of a alluring rubber demon lingering on his mind. 

   “It’s perfect…” Amber gently lifted Mischa’s blushing face again, another hand resting on her shoulder, the warmth of her skin growing hot through his shirt, “now stand still, this will only take a moment.”

   “Oka-” Mischa started to reply, interrupted by the sudden blaze of heat caught him off-guard, his clothes vanishing into a shower of sparks. For a moment, Amber’s body seemed to glow, reflecting the light of his burning clothes, dying down as he was left naked in front of her, blushing even redder. 

   “You’ll enjoy this next part,” Amber whispered, stepping back from him, closing her eyes as she willed the next part of the spell. Beneath Mischa, a pool of latex grew and bubbled, the warm fluid sticking to his skin, inquisitive black tendrils creeping up the sides of his feet. A moment later and the latex surged up his legs, rolling like a wave, twisting and wrapping its way around his waist. As it went, he could feel it squeezing his body, compressing him, moulding him. 

   Mischa's toes were squashed together, feet growing small, almost dainty, latex pushing out from under his heels, forcing him onto his toes as new stiletto heels formed to match Amber’s. Reaching up, the latex toned his legs, slender ankles giving way to curving calves and thighs, midnight black shifting to deep red. The latex squeezed harder, pushing his flesh upwards, flooding into a welling ass behind him. Mischa could only gasp, squirming as the latex continued its worth, flattening the space between his legs, pulling tight around his chest. Looking down, he watched as his chest ballooned outwards. The tighter his waist drew, the larger his new breasts become, their weight threatening to tip him forwards. 

   “Oh… wow…” Mischa gasped, hands tentatively reaching out to feel them, latex spreading over his fingers. Squeezing his new breasts, he let out a soft gasp, the sensitivity surprising him, sending his whole body quivering. Behind him, he could feel latex flowing backwards, emerging from his shoulders and the base of his spine. Beautiful crimson wings unfolded, a slender tail drawing out, flicking this way and that as the tip flared into a spade. His heart beat faster as the latex crawled up his neck, narrowing it, creeping over his face, blinding him as the wave of latex rolled over him. He could feel it pressing, tugging, shifting his features, face softening, lips puffing out, ears drawn out longer and pointed. A moment later and he could see again, gasping for breath as the latex retreated slightly, settling on his beautiful new features. 

   He could see it dripping over his hair, clumping it together, colour shifting to a gleaming purple. Thick strands hung down either side of his face, pressure building within, his new latex hair puffing out, inflating. Then, two new pressures, heavier, the beginnings of demonic horns pushing out from his hair, curving upwards as they grew wider. He paused then, looking down over his body, the latex settling into place, squeezing his body tighter as it did. Seams formed, pinching inwards, running around his neck, his shoulders, creases running down the side of his legs, past the tight seam around the top of his new ‘boots’.

   “I look… wow…” was all Mischa could manage, shifting and turning, admiring the wings behind, skin squeaking slightly with each moment. Mischa’s body felt so much… better, and enjoyable… so comfortable in the body she had longed for all along.”

   “I’m glad I could help…” Amber smirked, stepping around the new ‘demon’, admiring how her first transformation had turned out, “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to go for a curvy, inflatable demon look but it definitely works on you.” Amber imagined if the crimson-faced demon could have blushed, Mischa would have. Amber ran a latex hand over the new demon’s shoulder, letting it slide down her chest, latex-on-latex squeaking, watching Mischa quiver at her touch. 

   “A demon, in appearance, but underneath-” Amber continued, settling a hand on Mischa’s inflated chest, squeezing gently, watching the way her inflatable skin bent and crumpled under her fingers, “just air and impish thoughts.”

   Mischa didn’t reply, squirming in place, her new body helpless under Amber’s touch, her cheeks shining brightly, delighting at the witch’s words. 

   “Just look at you,” Amber lifted Mischa up, effortlessly, the inflatable demon bobbing along gently as Amber set her down in front of a mirror, her whole body on display, “no-one would think you’re human, now, just an inflatable rubber plaything. Imagine going out in public like that, all the attention you’d get, all the stares...” the witch leaned over Mischa’s shoulder, watching her quiver in the mirror, “but don’t think I’m finished with you yet… now, be a dear and sit on the edge of that table.”

   There was a hint of authority in Amber’s voice, and Mischa nodded, all too happy to obey. She grinned from ear to demonic ear, hopping up on the ancient-looking wooden table, soft ass pressing outwards as she settled her weight onto it, tail curling around her. Mischa’s emotions danced between delight and embarrassment, curiosity growing for the next stage of her change. 

   “Such perfect heels… almost a shame you’ll not be needing them much longer.” Amber thought to herself, concentrating on how she’d cast the next spell. A hands-on approach would be best, she decided. She reached out to one of Mischa’s legs, gently reaching around her ankle, fingers running down the heel, tickling along the soles of Mischa’s latex feet. She could feel the demon quaking under her touch, shifting about, the occasional gasp escaping from the demon’s latex lips. “Oh, I do love it when you squirm like that”

   The demon nodded, biting her lip, watching the witch doing her work. Amber’s hands squeezed tightly around her legs, the latex flesh beneath collapsing effortlessly. She pushed firmly, moving upwards, forcing first one leg shorter, then the next, back and forth until little more than her thighs remained. 

   “Look at you, such a helpless little thing. I’m half tempted to keep you like this, or make you a little bust on my desk, something to admire during the day,” Amber teased, gently brushing her hands up Mischa’s sides, the warmth of her touch alone making Mischa quake, “would you like that, my dear? Or should I…” her hands moved past the demon’s breasts, resting gently on her shoulders, “keep going?” She pressed downwards, more forcefully than before, crushing Mischa’s entire torso downwards. Her belly flattened out, pressing down onto her thighs, a dizzying sensation as her eye-line plummeted, staring at Amber’s waist. 

   Mischa squirmed and shifted, her latex body sinking and settling under Amber’s hands, moving and moulding the demon’s arms. The witch tucked them under her breasts, merging them with what was left of her thighs, the poor demon now practically immobile. Every touch felt wonderful, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She stared up at Amber, her face a giddy look of delight, the witch smirking back at her. 

   “Enjoying this, dear? Soon there won’t be much left of you… but of course, I’ll be keeping these around,” Amber ran her hands up and over Mischa’s breasts, massaging them, manipulating them, pressing them down over the rest of her body, crushing it into a perfectly flat base. Mischa could only moan in pleasure as Amber continued to work, the witch’s hands gently smoothing out her breasts, nipples pressed flat, smoothing out her cleavage into a perfect armrest. “Seems a shame to shrink these down, but I can’t have you taking up the entire desk, can I?”

   Mischa noticed then that she was shrinking, Amber starting to tower over her, the room looming around her. Deep inside, she could feel a pressure building inside her breasts, soft flesh gradually replaced with firm and flexible silicone. She wondered how much of her body was left, tail still flicking free, wings framing her face.

   “Having fun, my pet? Soon you’ll be little more than an object,” Amber reached out, gently flattening Mischa’s wings against the table, freezing them in place, “I’m sure you’re finding it harder to move, so helpless, at my mercy. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want to damage such a perfect plaything.” 

   *Plaything?* Mischa thought, the word echoing through her mind. Embarrassment grew inside her, but the more she thought, the more it seemed right. She was just a witch’s plaything now, so little of her left. It was hard to think of herself as anything other than a mousepad, something to be used. Already she could feel Amber gently wrap her tail around her wings, pressing it down in place, forming the edge of the mousepad she was becoming… only her face was left. 

   “That’s right,” Amber replied, reading Mischa’s thoughts, her hands gently working their way to the sides of the demon’s face, gripping her horns, pressing them down and back. Mischa could feel the wings pressing into the back of her head, soft flesh flattening, collapsing. Her vision shifted upwards, sinking down into herself, breasts rising up below her as Amber’s fingers gently worked her face flatter and flatter. Satisfied with her work, the witch brushed a hand across Mischa’s perfectly flat face, watching the demon’s features squirm about under her touch. 

   “Now, this next part is going to be a bit intense,” Amber winked, resting her fingers on Mischa’s breasts, rubbing them, kneading them together. The mousepad quivered about underneath, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm Mischa’s mind, more intense with each passing moment. The demon’s smooth skin began to crawl, latex changing and splitting, forming dense neoprene. 

   As it spread, every feature and crease of the demon’s body became little more than printing, freezing in place, though Mischa barely noticed… the demon was far too focused on the feelings rolling through their body, their sensitive breasts squashed and squeezed by Amber’s fingers. Their face was a vision of ecstasy, her eyes rolling back, forked tongue rolling out of her flattened mouth. By the time Amber was finished, the expression was a permanent part of Mischa’s body, stuck in bliss until her mistress decided to change her back. 

   “How’s that, darling?” Amber spoke, expecting no reply from the transformed Mischa, admiring her handiwork. 

   The witch gently lifted Mischa up, squeezing her by the silicone breasts, neoprene face stretching and shifting as it hung down. Amber carried her upstairs, barely thinking of her as a person anymore, setting her new mousepad down by her computer. 

   “I think I can get used to this witching stuff,” she muttered to herself, setting her mouse down onto the demon’s face, squashing it ever so slightly, resting her wrist between the demon’s perfect breasts, “but for now, I could do with a game or two...”