Strolling down a sidewalk, suitcase in hand, a tall lanky man in a business suit hums happily to himself as he tabs through the different conversations on his phone, eyeing the messages from the higher-ups praising him for succesfully negotiating a deal that would see the company prosper for years to come, pressing his glasses up the bridge of his nose in satisfaction.
Steven had only started working for the prestigious bank a few weeks ago, already showing plenty of promise much to the dismay of his peers as he quickly rose up the ranks to a lofty position in the company, pretty soon he would have his own office space and the authority to project a wider range of authority, confident that he would be able to enact some much needed changes in management.
Although he pitied the sad coots over at the competition, not a shred of pity at the sight of their frustrated faces as he shook hands with his new business partners.
Once he made his way back to the office, he was sure to be showered in plenty of praise from his superiors, making sure to keep his giddiness in check. After all, people didn’t like show-offs. The humble, people-person persona he projected when in the vicinity of other people was the more likely choice when it came down to it.
Entering the busy midday bustle of the station, Steven makes his way down to the underground, just one short train ride, and Steven would be a little bit closer to his destination.
But as he steps through the doors of the metal tube once the incoming flow of exiting passengers alight, he finds himself feeling lightheaded, grasping for a non existent pole as he falls forward with a startled cry, landing face first into the musty carpeting beneath his feet. Scrambling up in shock as his hands rub the uncomfortably rough texture of the worn purple carpet that blanketed the concrete of an entirely different place altogether, no longer in a train carriage as he scans the fog filled interior of what looked to be an abandoned office space, wrecked cubicles dotting the spacious room as a cold feeling of dread falls over him.
“W-What the hell is this?”
Looking around further, Steven begins to take note of the familiar designs on the mold-eaten wallpaper, the rounded office cubicles that he himself had sat in for weeks on end, the same desks that filled each one now lying smashed or in terrible condition. It was a more or less exact replica of the bank’s business department minus the fact that it was all in terrible condition, looking as if a storm had torn through the place.
And turning around, Steven could see the smashed windows that usually offered a scenic view of the cityscape, nothing but thick blue clouds of the strange fog that obscured his vision flooding into the tiny office space, noticing on occasion strange shapes that flitted in and out of the fog, as if his mind was playing tricks on him. It all seemed like a terrible dream.
But pinching his arms and slapping himself silly offered no escape, stuck in the dreary hellscape that was this world as he staggered back and away from the broken window, looking back into the darkened room as he hears footsteps echo down the corridor, swallowing the ball of saliva that had stuck itself in his throat, daring himself to step closer with wary feet, keeping his bag close at hand in case he needed something to use as an impromptu weapon.
As scared as he was, there was no way he was going to miss out on the company dinner promised to him that night over the phone, one quick check on the touchscreen showing there was no hope of getting a call for help sent out with the total lack of reception, flashes of static running across the screen.
Wherever he was, it wasn’t anywhere on Earth anymore, that much he could infer from the nightmare clone of his workplace to the interference on his phone. Along with the ominous screams of distant machinery and other indiscernible sources of ambience as Steven tried to focus his mind, calling upon the intellect and level headed persona he fell back on for negotiating deals and working out contracts.
If there was ever a moment where the shrewd man needed to remain calm and analytical outside of work, it was now. Taking a deep breath before heading out of the room towards the source of the rapidly fading footfalls.
Unaware of the ominous painting that had replaced that of the CEO, unable to be viewed fully with how worn and torn it had become; entire patches missing entirely, with what remained being either discolored or warped beyond recognition.
But the tiny piece that remained of the womanly face splits into a wide smile, the figure in the painting beginning to move out of sight as a soft giggle drifts through the cold air.
Before long, the room falls silent once more, the rusted frame of the painting lying empty…
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“Something’s not right here…”
It didn’t take long for the shrewd businessman to catch up with the source of the footsteps, all the while noticing the fog in the air getting muskier, a smell like wet clothes beginning to waft into his nose as he took controlled breaths, unsure of the safety of the air quality. But so far, all seemed fine, no light headedness or burning in the throat.
Mumbling as he makes his way slowly around the bend of the seemingly endless hallway, Steven eyes the figure walking slowly down the corridor, shadowing the bald headed man wearing a checkered white suit as he makes his way calmly toward an unknown destination. Seemingly finding nothing wrong with his surroundings as he walked at a leisurely pace, ringing alarm bells in Steven’s mind once he took note of this behaviour.
If there was anyone he wanted help from, it definitely wasn’t someone who seemed at home in this desolate wreck of a world he now found himself in, even if that someone was his own colleague, linking the image of the portly man dressed in his signature checkered suit and baggy pants that he saw on a daily basis at work with the figure currently facing away from him, walking with a slight limp in his step.
A new hire just like he was, Benjamin seemed content with his position in the company, occasionally asking him if he needed help with mundane things from heavy lifting to delivering paperwork.
But what was he even doing here? Did he suddenly find himself stuck here like he was? And if that was the case, why was he just walking silently down the suspiciously lengthy corridor? Something about how confident he seemed to carry himself unsettled Steven, with what little he could see of Benjamin’s face showing no signs of panic at all even as he continued to walk past unsettling imagery of the same woman depicted on the various derelict picture frames lining the halls. In fact, he almost seemed unusually happy…
Pausing to inspect one of the pictures, Steven reaches out a steady hand, a credit card held within as he scrapes away a tiny bit of the mold that seemed to infest every surface of this place. He wasn’t even sure if it was mold to begin with, but whatever it was, Steven wasn’t going to risk touching it bare handed. And was that…a woman’s face?
“Holy shit!”
Recoiling in shock as the woman’s painted eyelids suddenly pop open, azure blue pearls gazing into his soul. Steven maintains eye contact with the eye he had uncovered, before they narrowed into a sort of sneer, breaking their staring contest as they turned to look down the corridor, where Benjamin had vanished into, his footsteps long since silenced,
That was when Steven stopped staring at the eye, followed its gaze, attention diverted at the ear piercing scream of a woman from down the hallway around the corner, an eerie indigo flash illuminating the silhouette of a human figure for a brief moment, Steven rubbing his eyes as he fishes out his cleaning wipes to dust off the spectacles, unsure of what he just saw as the light fades away, silence returning to the hallway once more before Steven glances back towards the painting, eyes wide in fear once he notices the uncovered face of the woman has vanished, just a bare patch of canvas left behind.
“This can’t be real…”
Steven wasn’t one to believe in the supernatural, but the mysterious lady in the painting coming to life before disappearing into thin air seemed to reinforce that whatever was going on here wasn't anything he could hope to fend off with a bout of fisticuffs, feeling a chill run down his back knowing all the sneaking he did earlier was for nothing, that feeling of eyes locked on him since he arrived here piercing into his ego, as if he’d been made a fool of.
Looking back down the hallway though, Steven knew he had no choice but to go forward, noticing no other way out despite keeping a keen eye out during his brief stalking session. But that shape earlier, a bead of sweat drips down Steven’s forehead as he remembers the brief glimpse of the contorted figure of a man in pain…or was it a woman? He couldn’t tell.
“Judging by the voice though…definitely a woman…but then whatever happened to Benjamin…”
Creeping up to the edge of the wall as he hugs it with his back, Steven peers around the corner, focusing his weary gaze on the lone figure left kneeling in the midst of a haze of bluish green smog as he catches the last glimpses of something vanishing into thin air, shoulders gently rising and falling as if they’d just finished a round of strenuous exercise, sweat slick skin reflecting the dim glow of the twin spouts of black fire atop their soft head of hair, alluring legs crossed together with a flexible tail swaying gently above a heart shaped ass as the long leathery appendage snakes around her curvaceous form, lithe neck spasming with activity as the spaded end of the tail lodged deep inside the woman’s mouth exits with a wet squelch, a satisfied moan resounding as a long trail of saliva bridges the gap between her cushioned lips and the tail as she runs a delicate hand over the surface of it, rubbing it gently in the warm caress of her palms while cooing in a seductive tone, as if each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure running through her.
Whoever this was, she definitely wasn’t human at all...and that wasn't a scream of pain.
But despite her self ministrations, Steven could notice occasional changes in her erotic expression, brows furrowing seemingly in pain as her prim and proper posture bends over slightly, tail twitching in response before the whole thing seemed to reset; tail entering her mouth with no resistance, a scream of pleasure, intense stroking, pain…then back to square one.
Running his eyes down from her picturesque face to her modest breasts tipped with small brown nipples, then tantalizing hips and dripping wet snatch, Steven could see why she was in such ‘distress’; a massive phallic object positioned between her legs impaled deep within her lower lips, offering her no chance of escape as each slight bit of movement sent the thick dildo deeper into her, a soft splat of ejaculate hitting the cement sounding out every so often as that same cry from before graces Steven’s ears, the businessman unable to look away as he watched the beautiful woman before him climax in a sensual display, arching her back erotically as she seemed to finally break free of the black dildo’s grasp, her sputtering vagina leaving a sticky trail of fluids as Steven’s gaze locked in awe at the full size of the thing as the woman rose up to her full height, flipping her bob cut hair with both arms as she smiled in satisfaction.
Before he felt a cold dagger stab him in the chest; suitcase falling to the floor as the feeling of guilt at being caught peeking in on a woman’s privacy and the fear of an animal being cornered by an inescapable predator as inhuman eyes return his stare, a brilliant crimson glow grabbing his full attention as a haughty giggle drifts by, finding himself unable to move as the woman shutters her hypnotic lightshow, bending over to pick up the dripping wet dildo as she cradles it close to her belly, black smoke crawling over her body to cover up her privates, sweat and other fluids magically vanishing as a midnight blue bikini set manifests over her, straps cinching her soft body as she begins to make her way over towards the petrified businessman, hips swaying from side to side, spaded tail aimed at him like a snake preparing to strike, black fire burning stronger than ever as the demon woman runs a wet tongue over her lips, revealing razor sharp incisors like a vampire in the red hue of her eyes.
I'm gonna be drained to death? Is that it? Fuck no! I’ve got a job to get back to! A promotion!
But with his body paralyzed, Steven could do nothing as the demoness finally makes it up close, opening her mouth with pouty lips framing sharpened fangs. Only able to move his face, Steven defiantly spits at her, watching smugly as she backpedals slightly, red eyes wide in shock for a moment as she runs a dainty hand over her face. If he was going to die, he wasn’t going to go down without an insult.
Instead of anger though, the seductress topples over in a sudden orgasm, feeling her ejaculate stain his expensive pants as she drops the heavy dildo, arms twitching by her sides as her eyes roll back into her head, slender tongue lolling in the air as she lets out a throaty moan. Shooting him a gaze mixed with disbelief and awe, as if she wanted more.
What the fuck is she? Some massive pervert?
With renewed focus on Steven, thoughts of regret begin to snake into him as her horny gaze relays her intentions loud and clear, rising back up with shaky legs as her tail hooked around the dropped toy, planting it back into her grip as she walks over toward a fearful Steven, grinning sensually before he feels his arms rise up on their own, invisible strings puppeteering him as he holds them up, palms spread open in wait as the demoness plants the dripping wet dildo into his grip before stepping back, disgust running up his spine as he feels the sticky results of the woman’s earlier session coat his fingers, the sour musk of sex wafting into his nostrils as his shoulders sag down, control returning to his body as he stumbles forward, not realizing he’d grown lax as his frown intensifies, staring into the now normal eyes of the woman, her eerie red pupils less than intimidating now that he was free to move. A mistake on her part.
And he was about to show her why, lunging forward as he swings the sex toy like a makeshift bat towards her head, its immense weight and hefty head definitely being capable of harm if used right.
“You’ll pay for that you bi-GAH!”
With a sharp stinging pain in the arm holding the weapon, Steven falls to the floor mid swing, slamming pathetically into the ground with a loud yell of pain, his weapon sent flying as the demoness scoffs at his predicament, walking confidently over to her discarded toy, picking it up while making sure to give him a good show of her buoyant ass as she picks up the dildo, putting it up to her cheek as she waves goodbye with a flick of her dexterous hands, vanishing into a red gash in space as the final echoes of her laughter fades away.
“W-wait! D-Don’t…go…SHIT!”
But for Steven, he had more pressing issues to focus on, like the same black fire the demoness exuded from her head now coating his arms, burning away his clothes and obscuring his body as the flames consumed more and more of him, travelling up his shoulders and spreading over his chest, only made worse by his panicked struggles spreading more of the searing black smear over himself.
Through the pain, Steven looks at his trembling arms, almost unable to as he feared the inevitable sight of charred flesh or much worse waiting for him. Only to find untouched skin, colored a bright pale orange, free of hair, nails long and manicured. Nothing like the well trained arms he’d honed after a few visits to the gym. The flames weren’t harming him, they were changing him!
Even with that knowledge in mind, Steven couldn’t do anything to act on finding a way to save himself, not when the searing pain continued to spread, draining him of his resistance as his frenzied rolling and screaming eventually died down, flopping over onto the cold floor as his now exposed back slaps into the cement, a dark stain spreading around his rapidly changing body as sweat pools around him, the sinister black fire devouring muscle and trained flesh, leaving behind lean curves and tender fat that lined lengthier limbs, dainty digits convulsing as the pain intensified, a gurgled “eep!” escaping Steven as the fire seemed to spread faster, emboldened by the lack of resistance.
By now, the former businessman had been stripped of his dignity, expensive clothes reduced to ash, the body he was so proud of irreversibly altered, sporting wider thighs and a toned core free of the burdens of a six-pack as shifting bones widen the previously blocky frame, fat filled thighs connecting to longer, curvier legs that ended in perfectly sculpted feet, tiny toes twitching. Another cry, this time more feminine, escapes softer lips as Steven’s waist cinches inward, squeezing organs into new positions as a mound of flesh blooms forth from behind aching nipples, settling into a heaving set of milk filled E-cups as Steven struggled to look up, almond shaped eyes wide in fear at the sight of the newly grown breasts, tears beginning to emerge from the corners of his eyes as an immense white stab of pain courses through his lower half, feeling something warm and pleasant widen amidst the blinding pain.
Until she could no longer feel her old genitals, a trembling hand brushing against the last remnants of her tesitcles as they reform into new puffy vulva causing her distress as the light in her brown eyes fade away, the former penis now rendered an inanimate piece of rubber lying between her legs, waiting for some lucky girl to come by and use it…
“T-Th-This can’t be happening…This I-Isn’t true..This is a d-dream…It has to be…why me?”
Breaking down completely as he hears the voice of a completely different person exit his mouth
I’m sorry to interrupt but I'm afraid this is all very, very real. Nicely done Sania~
“?!”
Turning her head limply toward the voice of the newcomer as longer locks of auburn hair brush up against bubbly cheeks, Steven’s empty eyes widen at the sight of the woman from the picture standing before her. Familiar pearly eyes now locked on her as she let out a choked cry, fear and adrenaline overpowering thought and reason as she struggled to move, twitching arms devoid of strength rising into the air for anyone, anything to save her, the former cunning and superior intellect of the ruined businessman nowhere to be found.
But as the night sky comes into view, filled with stars and constellations, Steven realizes there was no hope of salvation left, feeling the lady’s unnaturally cold touch seep into her burning skin as her glassy eyes roam across her body; realizing it wasn’t the night sky, but rather her skin; miniature stars and nebulae contained within a human shaped figure, futuristic metals composing armor and strange cloth, rock like structure for hair. Unlike the woman sporting the features of a demon earlier, this one seemed to be an extraterrestrial; an alien.
As for the why…you were quite a vicious bastard now weren’t you? Manipulating people, putting up a false front ruining lives. And not to mention that incredible willpower to resist succubi pheromones! All the qualities I look for in a potential hire!
And not even caring about your comrades! What of poor Benjamin? Aren’t you the least bit enraged at his loss? Though I do like kind-hearted men….i must say, Belial certainly excels at her new role. A graceful succubus and a competent slave all in one…
So what if she was a jerk? When it came to business, it was a cutthroat world. Kill or be killed. It meant doing whatever it took to secure a deal that could guarantee success in the long run for both parties while stepping on the heads of whoever stood up. No one ever got successful without dirtying their hands a little.
And why should she care for someone she barely knew?
What was so wrong about that?
Snapping her out of thoughts though, the woman gently lays Steven’s head on her cooling body, the black fire long since done with their job, leaving her voluptuous new body radiating with heat as the alien woman eyes her up with an approving smile, tracing the curves of her titillating breasts, her toned belly lined with valleys of soft flesh and fat, the smooth incline that led to her dripping new pussy and the tiny nub of flesh that had taken the place of her formerly massive manhood. With Steven unable to hold back the raw moans of ecstasy and pleasure escaping her gaping lips, a blush of shame on her cheeks as tears continued to drip down her cheeks, unable to believe how good her new body felt, the shame intensifying that much more.
Why so sad Sania dear? You’ve got a rocking new body~ And a brand new job that, might I say, pays dividends better than being a boring old businessman…interested?
“I’m…not San…ia”
Giggling at her resistance, the alien inches closer to her, sneering as she holds her hand out before her face, the arm still wrapped around her shoulder beginning to emit a steady stream of black sludge that went unnoticed as it crawled up Steven’s lean shoulders, around her lithe neck…and into her ears, dripping venom and salacious thought’s beginning to worm their way into her mind.
Nonsense! Look at yourself! Can you really say you’re not Sania?
Spreading a palm in front of Steven’s weary eyes, the former man is treated to a sight of her tear stained face, silky locks of hair plastered to her cheeks, dead fish eyes staring back at herself, cushioned lips that just ached to be kissed. Sania had to admit that a little bit of cleanup and a tiny layer of makeup would make her absolutely gorgeous.
“Wait…that…didn’t seem right?”
Do you mean your hair? It certainly is a mess…how would you like it styled?
At the question, Sania pondered for a moment, visualizing a variety of women’s hairstyles with sudden clarity, light returning to her reddening eyes as she began to think more and more about what she liked to style herself up in, going past hairstyles into makeup, outfits and eventually, kinky territory, a raunchy giggle escaping her lips as her employer smiled a wicked smile at the sound.
“Well…I would like my hair done up in a bun…doesn’t get in the way when I'm having a lil bit of fun if you know what I mean…”
Giggling as she begins to feel her silky hair clean itself off,Sania
Hmmm I most certainly do Sania~ And what about clothes? They do say ‘clothes make the-in your sexy lil case-woman’ after all…
“…i think i’ll like, go without clothes! Won’t be needing those, oh! Maybe just some stockings and those super hot gloves that really shine!”
I like your answers…but you want much more now don’t you?
“Wha-ahn!”
With her question devolving into a guttural moan of pleasure, the alien’s tendril pops out the other side of Sania’s ear, her eyes rolling up into her head at the sudden sensation of being brain jacked as black fire begins to emerge from the sides of her head, her heart shaped rear trembling as something forces its way out of her lower spine, spaded tip emerging into a long flexible appendage clad in dark blue leathery hide, swaying gently in the air before a pair of blue arms clamp shut around it’s tip, Sania throwing her head back in response to the burst of pleasure shooting through her new tail, screams of unrestrained pleasure bouncing down the corridor as a forceful spray of transparent fluids out of her new privates splash onto the floor, energy across her twitching body materializing latex stockings and gloves around her slender limbs hugging the soft flesh, auburn locks of hair floating upwards before tying themselves neatly into a low hanging bun, her struggling arms locked behind her curvy back as bindings appear over them, grunts of unease accompanying her efforts to break free, to scratch at the dripping lips between her legs that she now willingly embraced as a part of her, the pesky memories of her former identity barely a haze, no longer obstructing her purpose as a mere Succubus.
You want to serve me as much as you serve yourself, that’s the only thing you know how to do. How many men have you converted Sania? I’m sure your amazingly coercive body can remember that~ How many have you deceived? Lied to with your bewitching beauty, losing themselves as you give them purpose under new management?
HOW MANY?
“Mnf! F-F-Fourty n-nine, mistress…”
With the answer spoken and the tendril removed, Sania falls limp, sporting the same features the demoness that had converted her minutes ago sported, the gouts of black flame around her neatly tied head of hair more pronounced and horn like as they steadied into blazing existence, dazed eyes filling with her kind’s trademark crimson glow focusing back onto the woman she now saw as her employer-no, her Mistress, watching her smile at the sight of her new demonic additions, letting go of her tail as she picks something up off the floor between her legs, hungry eyes latching on to the strangely familiar dildo in her hands.
But of course, its amazing girth and satisfying length was no stranger to her. After all, she never went far without using it whenever she wasn’t busy having sex or performing the conversion on lucky humans.
Which begged the question : what was it doing lying on the floor?
“Pl-please…”
You’ll have to speak louder Sania…
“Please! Put it in me…”
Where exactly?
Sighing in exasperation at her lady’s refusal to oblige her needs, the distressed succubus rises to a squatting posture, a trail of lubricant immediately leaking forth from the spasming lips of her needy vagina, black flames igniting fiercely as she bows her head in resignation, embarrassing herself in front of the woman she least wanted to act like a shameless slut in front of.
But if it meant having that yummy dildo back in her possession…
“J-Just stick it in my pussy, mistress, please!”
That’s more like it~
Without hesitation, the smug woman plunges the lengthy rod into Sania’s waiting cunt, a lanky arm slamming the dildo up between her legs as the startled Succubus screams out in pleasure, quaking legs struggling to hold herself up as the base of the dildo plants itself into the cement with the drop in height, inching that much further up into the empty void beneath her warm belly.
But as the immediate pleasure passed, the experienced Succubus began to gyrate her hips with practiced thrusts, powerful thighs lifting her slightly off the floor before plunging back down, enjoying the feel of her trusty dildo as it slid deeper and deeper inside of her.
A sensation she sorely missed.
“O-oh shit! Th-Thank you Mistress! T-Thank you so-ahn!-much!”
Don’t thank me Sania…if you truly are as grateful as you sound, then show me with action, looks like my praise for Belial’s service has come a bit too soon, we’ve got a straggler heading your way. Don’t disappoint me now~
Disappearing in the blink of an eye, presumably to punish her sister, Sania releases yet another load onto the floor as she hears footsteps sneak up behind her, the scent of an aroused human man drifting into her nose as she turns around slowly, luscious eyes gleaming with a hypnotic glow as she catches the human in her trap, watching his stunned expression turn into a dazed smile, walking slowly toward her until he stood directly in front of her.
But before she could rise up off the ground to begin her work, her shoulders jiggle as she realized mistresses bondage was still wrapped tight around her arms, the immense pleasure of having the massive dildo stuffed so deep inside her that it kissed the entrance to her steamy womb leaving her unable to stand on her own, shapely legs slick with sweat and fluids trembling beneath her.
But with the newly secured boy toy in front of her, that wouldn’t be a problem for much longer. Licking her lips as needy eyes gaze at the human puppet before her, raking the tip of her tail against his bearded face, frowning for a moment as the hazey image of what looked like a group meeting between humans flashed inside her head, that same man holding a retractable stick pointed at a board filled with diagrams and words she couldn’t understand.
How boring…
“Please good sir, could you, like, help me out here? My small little self can’t break free…If only a big strong man would tear these things off and ravish me good~”
With her suggestive words entering the ears of the enslaved human like a venomous snake, Sania could only wiggle her hips in anticipation as she watched his outstretched arms reach for her, panting in need as she felt herself tighten down below, meaty walls hugging the cold rubber inside her when she eyed the impressive bulge straining against the man’s trousers. Almost as big as her toy!
While she didn't mind playing with human women, the pleasure she derived from them could only go so far without a girthy penis to fill both her and her victim...
Hopefully the Mistress would take her time with Belial, planning to milk the man dry before she began the conversion…but then again, Sania wondered if a back to back mating session would really be so bad…
THE END