A starless night looms as the sun sets upon Evermorn City, as a shady figure dashes from the shadows, making his way under a drawbridge as he takes cover, police sirens blaring overhead as the cars zoom past and away into the distance.

Waiting for just abit more, the figure sighs in relief as he takes off his hoody and unhooks his backpack, producing an ancient looking tome with cryptic signs carved into it. The man's name was Tyler, a self-proclaimed expert in the occult and supernatural occurences. "All this trouble for a dusty old tome...heres hoping this thing's the real thing!"

After years of having been berated by people who'd never think to believe him, Tyler had had enough. Hiding away from the world while taking a part time job at a warehouse in the pier to keep afloat, until he'd heard of his superiors mentioning the transportation of an important package from some dig site. Initially skeptical, Tyler had decided to sneak into the loading bay where the specific package was being kept, eyes widening as he sees what appears to be a physical copy of the Necronomicon, the very same book he'd been researching his entire life! Not missing the chance, Tyler hatched a plot that night to steal it while on shift, knowing that he'd ruin his entire life in doing so, but at that point, what did he have to lose?

Fast forward to current time and here he was, under a mossy bridge with the Necronomicon in hand. Ecstatic, Tyler opens the fleshy cover as he kneels to support the massive tome on a knee as he inspects page after page of his precious prize, before coming to stop on a curious page with glowing symbols scribed across the yellowed surface.

"Interesting...Dezires Et Nomi Num? What's that even supposed to-" Tyler stops mid-sentence as a distortion begins to form in the space in front of him, an ominous violet red light peeking through the spatial crack as a smoky figure slowly forms, clawed hands and a muscular body clad in red, scaly skin standing tall in front of a flabberghasted Tyler as his serpentine pupils rest on the man in front of him, speaking in a booming voice.

"What purpose do you have for summoning me human...it has been AGES since i last saw this pile of dirt you call Earth...how things have changed..." Stunned, Tyler remains silent as the demon looks around before returning his gaze to him, impatience written all over his stern features before his eyes widen abit, gazing upon the Necronomicon "Well well...Interesting, i had thought you a very capable mage, being able to summon a being of the Otherworld such as myself...but that book you have there...Heheh!"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tyler replies in the most confident voice he can muster "Indeed, it is I, Tyler! Master of the Necronomicon and the one who-" Rocking laughter erupts as the demon howls before glaring at Tyler "Master? Oh no whelp, your pitiful self didn't summon me at all, but that book? Now that's the TRUE Master! YOU hold no power over me!" As the demon finishes, he begins to approach the shivering man, massive hooved feet thumping the ground as he draws closer.

Afraid, Tyler falls over as he stumbles backwards in his rush to get away, leaving the Necronomicon behind as the demon picks it up in one swoop. Smiling as he throws it back into the spatial tear. "Why so afraid? Do you think me one of those foul creatures in fairy tales? Im no monster~ Tell you what human, lets make a deal; you tell me one wish you want granted, and i'll fulfill it...consider it thanks, for bringing the Necoronomicon back to its rightful home."

Bewildered, Tyler stares at the gloating demon as he calms down, relieved it wasn't going to take his soul or something! "Anything? Anything i wish?" Grinning wide, the demon nods "A N Y T H I N G...Now get it over with! I don't have all the time in the world to be standing here!" Thinking fast, Tyler gives the one wish his 'logical' brain could think of at the moment, reflecting upon his life and all those who'd mocked him and his research. "All right then...i wish that i was a desirable person that everyone would want to be with...that'll show them!" Eyes shrinking into a sneer, the demon begins to summon a massive cloud of smoke as he begins the process of wish granting...with a little touch of untrustworthy demon. "Oh hoh? Well consider your wish...granted!" In a flash of pink, Tyler is blinded as the spell hits climax.

Opening his groggy eyes, Tyler finds himself flat out on a solid wooden floor...a wooden floor?  "私に何が起きたの? (What happened to me?)" Not realizing he'd just spoken perfect Japanese in a teenage girls voice, Tyler gets up as he feels an odd weight shift around, raising a feminine hand to grope his chest...his unusually rounded, fleshy, sensitive chest. In a panic, Tyler gazes down as he looks over himself. Gone was his leather jacket and flabby body; replacing it was some skimpy looking casual womens wear too small for his new curvaceous body, massive melons tenting his shirt as he stares at the void between his chubby thighs. "なぜ私は女の子なのか?! (Why am i a girl?!)"

Hearing that familiar laugh behind him, Tyler whips round as he stares in anger at the demon now seated on the sofa in a small living room, the old dingy space under the drawbridge a distant memory. "I had planned to just leave you but its been so long...play with me a little mo-" "私をあなたのフリークに戻してください！(Turn me back you freak!)"

Frowning at the interruption, the demon gets off the sofa with a huff, smashing the wooden floor as he does so "Very well then pet...what upsets you so? Being some young asian pup? I can fix that for you!" Tyler reaches out mid scream as the demon snaps his fingers, producing the same blinding light from before, drowning everything from view once again.

"ОСТАНАВЛИВАТЬСЯ! (Stop!)" Tyler yells mid jump in Russian now, bumping into a wall as he yelps in a mature womans voice, his fat ass landing on metal as he suddenly feels extremely cold air lick his exposed thighs and ass. "Какого черта он сделал сейчас? (The heck did he do now?)" As he rubs his head through gloved hands, he notices extremely long curly locks of blonde hair flow from his head, looking down at his chest, now way larger and mature than they were in his brief moment as a young Japanese girl. Their age evident as they sag down across her womanly chest, wide hips and plump rear showing signs of childbirth as Tyler stares incredulously at himself as a shaky hand recoils from her sensitive lips, wincing as a sharp pang of foreign pleasure shoots through the lace panty covered lips between his voluptuous legs. "Прекрати это! Где ты?! (Stop this! Where are you?!)

"Over here sweety...like the look? Nothing like some frosty old Russian trophy wife to warm up next to in bed, don't you agree?" Angered, Tyler gets up off the bench as he awkwardly approaches the demon, wide hips and jiggling ass making his walk difficult to maintain "Смотри, идиот! я понятия не имею, что ты- (Look here you idiot! I have no idea what you-)"

Tyler's sentence is cut off as a flood of memories suddenly enter his head. He saw himself...or rather the Russian woman he now was, begin life with a well-off family, from pre-school all the way to junior high. His mind stops at a memory, the girl taking a shower, her body noticeably younger; that of a young lady in her twenties. A man abit older than her steps into the bathroom, joining her in the bath as she giggles in delight, the man laying his grubby hands all over her as he slides in beneath her. Tyler crying out in lust as the memory of the man's massive schlong penetrating her tight folds back when she was just a fresh college graduate stimulates her older, yet still hungry folds, inner walls clenching for an invisible cock as a stream of liquid begins to drip down her thighs. "Нет, это не может быть по-Anh-настоящему ... дорогая, помоги мне! (No this cant be-anh-real...dear, help me!)

Shocked, Tyler cups her plump lips in her gloved hands, she struggles with what she'd just said..her miserable old memories of life as Tyler were still there, mixed in with the life of a trophy wife to a billionaire, going by the name of Fiolet, now a widow and mother to seven children. "Satisfied? Or do you somehow feel like resisting?" Furious, Tyler wanted nothing more than to beat the smug look off the demons face, but the memories of Fiolet seeded him with fear, her life of living protected with her kids and hubby downplaying the anger he felt within him.

Looking up through teary eyes, Tyler, as she still remembered herself despite the overwhelmingly vivid memories of life as Fiolet swirling in her mind, struggles to get up on her shaky legs, wincing as the gaping lips between her legs sputter at the effort as another squirt of fluids and the accompanying pleasure almost force her back down. "Я не сломаюсь так легко ... сука ... теперь верни меня! (I won't break that easily...you bitch...now turn me back!) Managing to land a trembling punch on the demons solid chest, to little effect as another orgasm rocks Tyler to her knees again, moaning loudly as she gives in, a hand diving down between her legs as more liquid splatters onto the floor.

"GAHAHA! Impressive, I'll take my leave now but...as i said, im no monster! Have this final roll of the dice! Afterwards...only fate will decide where you go from then on. Farewell my loyal pet!"

- FLASH -

Blinking open crusted eyes at the feeling of the morning sun on his face, Tyler awakens on a warm bed, his home, that familiar sight, coming into view around him as he gets into a steaed position on the bed. "Was that all just a dream...it was all so clear though, that can't be-EEP!" As the feeling of rough, calloused hands brush against his exposed thighs interrupt Tyler's thoughts, he whips around to see another man in bed with him. Realizing he wasn't free to go at all, trapped in yet another foreign body but this time, something else was different, the force that bent him into Fiolet returning stronger as Tyler's almond shaped eyes continue to gaze longingly at the handsome hunk in bed with him.

She was now Bella, a young woman who worked as an ordinary pencil pusher at some local lawfirm within the City. One particular night however, she'd had one too many drinks, her alcohol addled mind combined with her beautiful looks and buxom body a recipe for disaster as she lost her virginity to some man she thought looked cute in the bar cubicle next to hers.

From then on, 'Bella' would go on one too many sexual adventures, her mind addicted to the carnal pleasures of sex and the intoxicating high it made her feel, so much so she'd lost her job after being caught blowing a guest of honour, pinning the blame entirely on the thirsty whore. Not that she minded of course, leaving the normal life of an office worker for that of a common street whore, offering herself to anyone with a dick between their legs and the money to pay for her tantalizing curves and amazing vagina that was guranteed to milk whatever was caught in its folds clean and dry.

Snapping back to reality as 'Bella' sees the man snapping his fingers in her face, she blushes as she crawls back over the bed to his side, her jiggling melons swaying hypnotically as she does so, a hand roughly grabbing her right breast as she lies down on his chiseled arms, forcing out a mewl of lust from her kissable lips.

Deep inside though, Tyler was still there, but at this point, he'd truly given up the fight after realizing the demon had indeed kept his word, deciding to embrace the life of Bella, the best lay in Evermorn's lower districts, over that of returning to a life of dreary cargo moving and his own family ostracizing him. Why had he fought so hard before? Was it Bella's hungering body and sex-filled lifestyle? Her enjoyment when it came to wallowing in depravity? None of it mattered in the end, not even the fact that his old house no longer belonged to him, or that he'd lost his body. All of it was trivial compared to the new exciting life he now had as a common prostitute.

"That was great Bella! See you again in the evening for round two?" Giggling, She lifts his arm off her tit as she gets dressed, headed for the door "Maybe babe...but 'Bella' doesn't sound like a suitable name for a girl like pretty old me now isn't it...call me Tylana...it suits a bitch like me a whole lot better than 'Bella'." Shrugging, the man reclines back onto the bed as he waves her out the front door, enjoying the sight of her fat ass jiggling in her tight shorts.

 - 5 YEARS LATER -

Within a dark alleyway, a middle-aged man waits, leaning against a wall as he browses his phone. Before the clacking of heels getting closer and closer finally draw his attention away from the screen. His eyes coming to rest on a tanned girl clad in a gaudy outfit consisting of a torn tank top that barely hid anything and short shorts that looked a tad too tight around her wide wips, toned belly bulging out beneath her bosom, her hair dyed a dirty platinum silver with pink highlights to draw attention to her seductive, almond shaped eyes on her adorable face. Looking down at the man's bulging tent, licking her soft lips in anticipation for a good time.

The whore strikes a pose as she waggles her phone, an escort site chatbox with the man's photo on it showing on the screen. "Heya babe! Did i like, keep yah waiting long? Im super-sorry! Tylana, at yah service!"

"Hah! I knew it was you! Remember me from way back when? Hot damn...you're looking even better than you were back then! Love that chocolate! And oh man that choker's just beggin to be pulled!" Confused pout on her face, Tylana thinks for a moment before her mouth forms a cute 'O' of surprise. "Ahh! You're that hunk i fucked like, five years ago? Or was it four? Oh gawsh, we need to fuck like, right now! Just thinkin about that's makin me all like, horny and hungry~" Tylana rips off her shirt before placing a feminine hand on a breast, moaning in an exaggerated manner as she jiggles her top, plump perky tits wobbling in response as her fat pink nipples come erect in the cold air. Snickering, the guy unzips his fly as Tylana lets out a cry of excitement, bracing herself against the wall, shorts sliding down her creamy brown thighs, needy snatch dripping and ready to receive his pulsing member "Heh, will do, my girl!"

Tylana certainly did lead a better life now than she ever did before as Tyler, working a profitable "job", respected wherever she went (screw those jealous skanks though!) and men all over Evermorn vied for her attention...men who pleased her aching body much like the powerful rod pounding away at her now, forcing moan after moan out of her drooling mouth as he forces his way in and out of her well used but still voraciously tight cunt.

Tyler's wish would go granted that day five years ago...but he never expected it'd be a literal life changer, not that Tylana here could remember, her sex addicted and drug ridden body a far cry from the office worker who had a respectable acumen. Not like she'd be complaining anytime soon~

THE END