Feeling numb, you would wear your uniform and do your work by heaping your delicious hazelnut spread onto the crepes. Unfortunately, performing these tasks left you feeling hollow, as if you were remotely piloting a doll. How could this feminine form really be yours? ‘This isn’t my body.’ You’d tell yourself, unable to look at yourself in the mirror.
“Surprise inspection day!” Charlotte’s voice chimes as you feel her hands clasp your shoulders. You don’t know what inspection day is, but by that devilish look on her face, you're sure you won't like it. As you follow Charlotte, every step reminds you of how alien your new form is. Your breasts jiggle beneath the top you were forced to wear, which was nothing but a thin veneer with no support. As your nipples rub and chafe on the fabric, you can’t help but notice how pleasurable it begins to feel.
Nothing is worse than the so-called 'panties' you were forced to wear. They were just over-glorified strings and little else. What little fabric there was would get wedged in your ass crack and vulva, forcing you to adjust multiple times a shift. Your sweat only makes it easier for your underwear to glide up and down your slit, rubbing against your engorged clit. You loathe every single step you take. Despite your frustration, you trudge onward without a choice.
When Charlotte parks you in front of a mirror, you avert your gaze, unable to face the woman reflected back. You feel Charlotte moving behind you, unsheathing one of your breasts. “This is your body now.” She cooes as she strokes your hair with one hand and pinches your nipple with the other. “Look at yourself, dear.”
You feel a strong throb go through your nethers as she pinches you. "Ahh! O-- Okay!" You squeak as a jolt shoots through you and you quickly look to the mirror. Staring back at you is a perfectly shaped hazelnut kitten with shining blue eyes. An incredible hazelnut spread seeped from the nipple Charlotte pinched, the perfect consistency to spread on luxury crepes or even morning toast. You open your mouth slightly, longing for a taste as an immense hunger overtakes you. The cat girl in the mirror is not only gorgeous, but she creates such decadent treats.
As if Charlotte could read your mind, she collects the sweet spread onto her finger, lifting it to your lips. You lean forward, hungrily sucking on the succubus matron's chocolate-coated digit. As you taste, your eyes widen and you're hit by a wave of heavenly flavor. How can something be so smooth and creamy, yet so flavorful and delicious? ‘Did I make this?’ You question yourself. As you gaze into the mirror, it slowly starts to sink in that this is your body. This extreme sensation of arousal and pride was yours to enjoy.
You watch as Charlotte’s hand moves from your breast, down your torso, and then under your skirt before brushing against your thighs. Her fingertips produced a powerful aphrodisiac, leaving you are completely frozen by anticipation as your thighs tingle and quiver.
“Enjoy your body, It will be with you for the rest of your life.” She whispers in your ear, her lithe fingers pulling the flimsy fabric of your panties away. She wasted no time before brushing a fingertip over your throbbing clit.
As she stroked your hot, moist slit, you can’t help but moan in absolute pleasure. You had never experienced such ecstasy before. Is this what you've been missing out on? ‘The rest of my life…’ Her words echo through your head as your thighs tremble. Your hips grind against her hand as the tension below your navel becomes too much to handle. Wavering cries of total bliss flood the room.
After recovering from your climax, you look yourself in the mirror one last time, finally conceding to the succubus. This is my body now and nothing could change that.