“Fourth time this week…asshole doesn’t know how to clean up after himself!”

Grumbling to himself while digging out an empty soda can lying abandoned by the rear of the sofa, the young man dressed in ordinary houseware trudged wearily to the kitchen, dumping the dusty bottle into the rubbish bin before doing a quick scan of his surroundings for more stray objects lying around where they shouldn’t be.

The role of housekeeper had fallen to Fred, a young man with a part time gig at the local warehouse downtown while attending college, performing cleanup whenever the weekends rolled around after the household’s other tenant had made his presence known. Accumulating trash and debris before making his departure like some trashy wife that barely stayed home, cheating on her husband elsewhere while he worked hard to earn bread for the family.

Except Dustin was no skank, quite the opposite with his dashing looks and masculine body, he didn’t seem that much older than Fred was. From what little he knew, it seemed like he made a lot of money running some weird business of his on the side, which was apparently enough to keep the landlady happy and bring home a random assortment of women to keep him company with, treating Fred like the invisible middleman during the rare occasions when the two were around together, preferring to keep himself busy with whoever he brought back with him in his room.

Strangely enough, there were a few times where Fred could almost swear he had brought home fellow dudes, only to be proven wrong once he exited his room with a gaggle of buxom women trailing him. It wasn’t just a one-off thing or a trick of the mind either, Fred would actually see the man in question, or hear a distinctly manly voice that wasn’t Dustin’s own. But despite his curiosity, Fred wasn’t going to try breaking into his roommates' heavily locked room, the stern warning not to do so still fresh in his mind after Dustin had laid out the ground rules when he first moved in. The frustration of not being able to prod further always at the back of his mind with the strange red light emanating from under Dustin’s closed door pulling at his curiosity.

But despite his frustrations with his aloof roommate, Fred figured he couldn’t really do much either way, considering how he seemed to be on friendly terms with the landlady, who had insisted that he bear with Dustin’s lax attitude since he was already spending way more than was necessary to even live here in the first place in addition to requesting she find someone to move in with him for some reason. That made Fred seem like a parasite in this case. Sure, while he did own his own room and some parts of the house followed his decor plan, at the end of the day, it was Dustin that made it all possible in the first place.

“But still…couldn’t that doofus learn to clean up every once in a while?”

The only reason Fred had found himself in this conundrum in the first place was because of an advert from some forgotten online magazine he used to follow, promoting some apartment for the low, low price of zero dollars. And with how he had to move out soon to start his work at college, it was a blessing for Fred once he had paid a visit to the landlady to see if this was all true.

As much as he enjoyed the benefits, the negatives of having to bear with a total stranger and slacker of a roommate was starting to weigh on Fred's mind. Ultimately deciding at some point that he would be better off taking his mind off of it. No point fretting over something that didn’t matter much in the end, already he could feel it affecting his performance when it came to studies and sleep, the eerie sensation of being watched creeping up on Fred lately after his stay here at Dustin’s apartment, chalking it up to the stress.

Although he sometimes wondered if it really was stress when he could sometimes feel another presence in the house with him whenever he was alone. Like an invisible pair of eyes were on him whenever he assumed he was alone. Maybe it was the security camera and his over imaginative mind but Fred had been thinking of asking the landlady if anything ‘bad’ had happened here in the past.

Things would change however, when Fred came back from his part time job one evening to find a bombshell of a woman exiting the apartment block where he lived, stumbling down the stairs with a hand clutched against her head, blonde hair wafting behind her like smoke as she strode past Fred, her eyes glazed over like she was high on something.

Strangely though, he could feel her staring at him, a frown on her face like she was hesitant to talk to him about something, eventually ignoring him completely as she made her way down the stairs and across the pavement..

Probably another one of Dustin’s girls…asshat’s probably in his room after making a mess out of the place again…

Giving her one last glance as she strode down the streets before walking towards the lift, Fred sighed as he prepared himself for what he knew he would find once he opened the doors. And sure enough, Fred was greeted with a proper mess, the house looked like it was scrambled by a tornado, furniture lying upturned and the chairs left thrown everywhere. Luckily nothing was broken as Fred picked his way through the rubbish, righting the upturned furniture and rearranging the sofa before finding the man responsible lying unconscious against the wall, making his way over to him with a grumble, expecting to find him reeking of alcohol after presumably passing out from a binge or something.

But flipping him over, Fred could tell from the bruise on his forehead that he’d been knocked out by someone, finding the usually locked door to his room lying ajar, an ominous red light from within leaking out into the hallway as he hauled the unconscious man over to the sofa, moving silently over to the fridge to fetch the medical gel, some bandages and a long sharp knife, applying some temporary measure of aid to Dustin before moving slowly over towards his room, weapon gripped tight in his hand, was this some date gone wrong? That would explain the mess in the living room…and why that girl from before was looking so wrung out.

He wasn’t sure how long ago the supposed tussle had occurred but he wasn’t willing to risk going in without being prepared even if the culprit had left long ago, pushing the door open while holding out the knife in the other, barging in while checking all corners for anyone lying in wait. But there was no one inside.

At that point however, Fred was no longer looking for an intruder, mesmerized instead by the numerous statuettes and candles that lined the gothic monument that lay in the center of the room, surrounded by a ring drawn out of chalk, like those ritual circles he’d seen before in fantasy games. The crimson light that bathed the room emanating from a large raw ruby cradled in the arms of the statue, its figure clearly that of a woman but with her face worn away by age, a heavy aroma in the air adding to the strange out-of-body experience that consumed Fred.

The light seemed to beckon to the enthralled man, calling out to him as he moved closer, reaching out to grab the large stone…

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!”

Snapping out of his hypnotic trance just as the tips of his fingers graced the stone with a tiny spark of red light bridging the tiny gap between his outstretched fingers and the alluring gemstone, Fred could feel gruff arms grab ahold of his shoulder, spinning him around in one practiced move before the world seemed to swirl into a mess, feeling the cold wood of the floor against his face as he tumbled out of the room.

“Oww! W-What the hell?! I was hel…ping?”

Fred had never seen eyes that twisted by rage before, his protests drifting off to silence as Dustin stared him down before slamming the door shut, leaving Fred lying on the floor in silence as the crimson glow from under the door faded away slowly. The first time he ever saw it being snuffed out.

Left in a confused state as he glanced down at the fingers that had touched the stone, Fred had left the house in a mess that night, collapsing in bed after the ordeal, not wanting to spend another minute thinking about what had happened as he drifted off to bed relatively easy with how his bones ached after literally being thrown out of Dustin’s room, feeling pissed at how easily he’d been flung aside by the man he’d just saved.

Shit…he’s probably gonna kick me out tomorrow…

As Fred slept in relative peace that night despite the thought of eviction, the hand that had almost touched the stone would begin to radiate a strange red energy, encapsulating the sleeping figure of the man before fading away as something observed him from the shadows, turning Fred’s dreams into a nightmare, reliving his highschool days only to find himself plunged into darkness, his chest filling with a heavy weight as he began to sink into the ground, the figures of his friends and family fading in the distance as the living shadow swallowed him up.

By the time he awoke with a startled gasp, Fred’s clothes were slick with sweat, and feeling awfully baggy as he clutched at his chest, feeling how rapid his heart was beating as he slid the sheets off his legs, looking around his room in relief as the morning sun’s rays shone in through the parted curtains, the faint blare of the television outside reminding him of his current circumstances as he hobbled off the bed towards the restroom to get a shower, undressing slowly before noticing his reflection…it seemed a bit ‘off’ to him…maybe it was his skin seemingly ‘glowing’ like he’d just been in a sauna or his surprising lack of muscle considering how often he hefted heavy crates with ease while on the job, but something ticked Fred off as he ran a hand down his body.

Strange…always thought I’d be a bit more ripped after all that work at the docks…should visit the gym after classes today…

Stepping out of the shower after a warm bath and brushing his teeth, Fred swallowed hard as the brief image of Dustin’s glare crossed his mind before he could open the door, twisting the knob open as he set out to confront what he presumed would still be a pissed off roommate.

But to his surprise, Dustin was lounging on the couch watching the morning news on tv, the only reminder of last night's events being the plaster over his head wound, apparently already having eaten his fill of breakfast as evident by the empty plate lying on his lap and the heavy aroma of freshly cooked food in the air, a small meal already laid out on the kitchen table, one plate stacked with a plentiful serving of steaming hot food. The mess from yesterday cleaned up and the furniture restored to their former positions.

Had he ordered take out and laid the food out? Or maybe one of his girls somehow treated him to a hearty home cooked meal? He could see the freshly washed pots and pans lying neatly on the counter top so that must have been it. After weeks of living with him and barely seeing him lift a finger to do anything himself, there was just no way he could’ve made all this…especially after last night.

"Morning…Got one of your girls to make breakfast for you?”

“Nah, made it myself, your shares over there on the table. Dig in, you must be starving.”

“Oh…thanks…”

The way he nonchalantly said the words while talking like some long time friend irked Fred the wrong way, a tingle running down his spine as he set down his bag over at the front door in preparation for his outing to college later, shuffling over towards the kitchen. It had been awhile since he’d smelled such freshly cooked food before, only ever being teased as he walked by food stalls and restaurants while commuting to and from home.

But as he picked up the warm fork, bringing up a mouthful of piping hot scrambled eggs glimmering with a healthy sheen of oil before chowing down, a groan of satisfaction escaping him as he took a seat before the delicious food, Fred knew he wasn’t dreaming as he fed another spoonful of the delicious creamy egg down his throat.

Soon enough, he was already finished and wanting more, rising off the chair to wash up as he glanced down at the coffee machine, a steaming batch already made and ready to go. This really was a strange weekend to awaken to.

“Sorry about last night, I got a little too heated there when I saw you in my room…”

Spooking Fred as Dustin’s arms brushed by his shoulder in an apologetic rub, kneading gently before lifting off just as fast as he’d placed his arms there. He should’ve felt creeped out or something, but Fred felt oddly elated as the surprise in his chest gave way to a strange sense of elation. Almost like he was happy to have been rubbed on the shoulder by Dustin like an attention hungry pup being rewarded with a head pat.

The hell? I-I’m not turning…gay now am I?

Backing away awkwardly while cleaning off the last layer of oil on the plate before giving it a good rinse in the basin, Fred cleared his throat before replying after a lengthy period of silence..

“D-Don’t mention it…I mean, I should be apologizing for barging in like that even after you told me…not to…”

W-Wait a second…what am I even apologizing for? I didn’t even do anything wrong last night…

But before he could reword his sentence to something more fitting, the hand returned over his shoulder, the electrifying sensation of Dustin’s palms rubbing against bare skin through the thin fabric of his top jolting his mind and messing with his train of thought, his cheeks flushing red as the hand holding onto the plate twitches, sending the fragile thing plummeting to the kitchen floor.

“Woah there!”

Fred had barely registered the fact that he’d dropped the plate before Dustin had swooped downward, a grey blur as slid over the smooth floor without colliding with the table legs, catching the falling plate with a single hand before coming to a stop on the other side, rising to his feet as if it was nothing before wiping down the plate, placing it neatly among the row of drying utensils and kitchenware.

Holy shit…he looked so cool…how did he even do that!

“Are you feeling alright there? You seem a bit..pale today”

Stunned to silence, Fred jolted back awake as he turned the running tap off, glancing awkwardly back towards Dustin, unable to meet his steely eyed gaze as he backed away, putting down the cloth he’d been using to dry off the plate.

“Uhh yeah! S-Sorry about earlier, i’m just…feeling a bit cold this morning…thanks for the food though but I’ve gotta go!”

Scurrying over towards the door while grabbing his bag, Fred made a quick exit out of the house, leaving a stupefied Dustin shrugging his shoulders as he made his way over to where Fred had stood seconds earlier, washing his own share of the dishes like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Huh…he forgot his coffee…”

–

With how fast the flustered young man was walking, It didn’t take long for Fred to arrive at the train station, a steamy mess as his mind roiled over what just happened back home, clutching at his chest with a trembling arm as he waited on the platform for the train to arrive.

It was the first time he’d ever felt that way before; his heart pumping with excitement as Dustin’s hand made contact, the flutter in his belly as he watched him pull off that stunt earlier. It was almost as if he was in love with the man.

“Damn it…I can’t stop…thinking about him!”

Fred’s mind was stuck in a loop, constantly framing the man he once thought as a lazy slouch in an entirely new light, unable to tear the image of Dustin’s sleek eyes in focus as he snatched the falling plate out of the air, the individual strands of his stylish blonde hair flying in the air as his lithe muscular frame moved so swiftly in such spectacular fashion.

He was seemingly head over heels for him…

Rushing in after the jingle of the train doors alerted Fred that he was about to miss his ride, the young man was granted a brief reprieve as the panic managed to jolt his mind, pushing aside the fervent images of Dustin as he boarded at the last second, the doors shutting behind him as he squeezed in with the rest of the morning rush hour horde.

Not even a minute into the ride though, and Fred could already feel the invasive images returning, a slight throb beginning to reverberate through his head as sweat beaded his forehead, his breaths beginning to come out in short ragged huffs as he leaned against the train door.

Shit…why am I feeling this way so suddenly…I hated the-eek!

Shuddering at the sensation of a foreign hand running down his butt, Fred could barely find the space to turn as he struggled to resist, unable to do so without harming the wrong person despite the urge to flail and kick at the pervert currently feeling up his ass…his unusually soft and perky butt, the contours of which were showing clearly through his ill-fitting trousers as the firm flesh sprung and jiggled under the man’s touch. Clearly not the buttocks a man should possess…

Fuckin’ pervert…how the hell…did he mistake me for a girl or something…but…why does it feel so good?

Despite his furious thoughts, Fred’s body seemed to have other things to say about the pervert, clearly revelling at his touch as he leaned up against the train doors, tiny member barely making a tent in his trousers as he arched his slender back in a provocative manner, weary eyes staring in confusion at his reflection in the glass as something strange began to warp and replace his barely recognizable face; long silky hair framing an alluring face that winked at him, golden eyes above a bright red pair of warm cheeks, sweat slick skin highlighting the quality of the soft skin beneath as pouty lips parted every so often to let out a steamy breath, a hefty set of tits swinging beneath as her entire body shuddered with each-

NO!

As the train doors parted, Fred had almost fallen in his frantic dash to get away, running down the platform as people stared in confusion, leaving a very confused serial molester behind as he glanced back and forth from the young man he had assumed was a woman and back to the hand that had been groping the heavenly ass that belonged to him. Not like he could tell the man’s true identity when he had hair that was silky and long in the first place. Coupled with his lean shoulders and short height, it was easy to assume he was a girl…

–

He didn’t care that he’d gotten off one stop early, walking the rest of the way in fear and confusion as he clutched the sling of his bag, not noticing how much muscle mass he had already lost as he made his way to the college, baggy trousers barely hanging on before widening hips gave them much needed support, plump thighs showing clearly through the thin fabric as weight began to build behind his belly, subverting hardened muscle with ripe layers of juicy fat as they began to bulge against the thin white top that clung tightly to his sweat covered body, twin nubs beginning to protrude from where his solid chest once was with each step, building up as he went along until they began to bob and sway with his momentum.

But Fred’s mind was wracked by a sudden headache, coupled with the strange fear and powerlessness he had felt when he was groped and the everpresent deluge of mentally captured Dustin images that strangely made him feel at ease preventing him from noticing how he was now sporting a sizeable bust as people began to take note of the crossdressing woman in their midst instead of the strangely effeminate young man that had been there moments ago.

He had never felt so scared as he did back there, but at the same time, he was also confused about why it had felt so good when the man’s hands groped and squeezed his ass, shuddering in uninhibited lust followed up by disgust as he fantasized Dustin’s large manly arms doing the same, replicating the way he rubbed his shoulders that morning over his butt. Most concerning though, was the brief vision he had experienced earlier…

That couldn’t have been me! I’m not some thirsty slut looking for a good fuck…like Dustin’s other girls…other…girls?

That thought lingered in his mind as he froze in place, eyes becoming eerily ominous, pupils stirring with envy as the memory of Dustin bringing home girl after girl for weeks on end sparked a fire in his chest, shaky legs trembling as negative emotions and dark thoughts swirled in his head, drowning out the fear and pain for a brief moment before Fred had realized what he was thinking, bringing up a hand to rub at his head before brushing against the pendulous protrusions that sat out on his chest, realizing the many leers he was getting as they gazed down at the tiny tents propped up by the very visible pink nipples that tipped his aching breasts as he brought up an arm to shield them, unable to believe the spontaneous change as he staggered back in shock, away from the prying eyes of the public as he turned tail to run, hiding in a nearby alleyway, tripping as he went when he realized that his whole body had transformed to become smaller, daintier and clearly more feminine than he would’ve liked.

“W-Wh-What the hell happened to me?! Is that my…voice?”

Giving them a squeeze in the privacy of the darkened alley, Fred swallowed after realizing how sensitive they were, electric jolts running down his spine as his fingers sink into the warm pillowy breasts, he could barely see his feet by looking down now!

But he was a rather poor term to describe Fred, shifting awkwardly against the wall as the clothes brushed up against now hairless skin beneath, fattened thighs rubbing up against each other while slender calves danced from left to right, shiny nail tipped branches trembling in the dim sunlight as they ran over her new body; down the hardened core she could feel beneath her shirt before slipping under her loose trousers, a soft sigh escaping her as she felt over the smooth incline of her groin before letting out a strangled moan after worming into the warm lips beneath the neatly trimmed runway of smooth pubes, lean tongue lolling in the air as her hips thrusted sharply forward at the same time a wet splotch begins to grow on her trousers, falling onto her rear end as she struggled to catch her breath from her first orgasm, and a woman’s one at that as she gazed at her drenched fingers, watching the strings of thick watery cum dribble downwards.

If only Dustin could…

Clicking her tongue in frustration as the pain from her dainty hand slamming against the brick wall brought some much needed clarity to her head. Fred cradled her bruised arm gingerly, wiping it down on her trousers as she sighed in exasperation while looking down at her new body, noticing the long strands of silky hair invading her vision as she tenderly slung them back over her soft ears, noticing how long they really were as she brushed the lengthy mane that had grown over her crew cut.

“But how…”

Thinking back, nothing went wrong as far as Fred could remember…until the night before, when she was rudely ejected from that idiot’s room after helping him out…after touching that giant glowing ruby in that weird statue's hands.

“Shit…gotta get back…”

“Where ya going girly? Going somewhere?”

Whipping her head around at the grating voice that sounded right above her, Fred soon found herself surrounded by a group of thugs, dressed in worn and tattered attire as they stared her down, eyeing her up like hungry wolves as she turned her head toward each one, looking for a way out as she struggled to get to her feet. But with her recent orgasm, the sheer panic of dealing with the insane thoughts running wild in her mind and the pounding headache making a return, the new woman could barely crawl to her knees before falling back down in a heap.

Fred cursed herself as she scrambled for the bag, hoping to use it like a flail before the men, much more mobile and stronger than her, landed a kick to her stomach, sending her slamming against the wall with a pained cry that sounded nothing like her former baritone voice, feeling the length of her hair splay out around her like broken wings as she curled into a ball, clutching her screaming belly in pain as her wide eyes stared up at the imposing men.

If she were in her old form, she would have mopped the floor with these scumbags easily, she could tell most of these monkeys hadn’t done a single bit of heavy work in their lives with how ragged their faces were, the assortment of obese, boney bodies protruding beneath yellowed cloth evidence of their lax lifestyles.

But all she could feel now was overwhelming fear as she whimpered, inching away until she could no longer move backwards, not wanting to feel that shrieking pain in her belly again as she cowered at their approach, her mind unable to comprehend anything but hoping for a rescue she knew would never come as the one that had landed the kick reached his grubby hands out toward her, her breaths becoming more and more ragged, her mind whiting out as her vision went clouded over in despair, her heart falling down a dark pit in her chest..

“That’s a good girl…stay silent for da-aAAGH!”

She didn’t know what was happening as something flew by her, narrowly missing her face as the sound of metal crashing against brick rang in her ears, teary eyes seeing the blurred figure of a familiar man engaging the remaining thugs as they fell one by one. Within a span of three seconds, they were all laid out on the ground, unmoving in the carnage.

“Fe-..-ia…-ay!”

She couldn’t hear what the man was saying as her vision slowly faded to black, the sunlight blinding her as he lifted her weary body in his arms, feeling his gentle familiar touch as he lifted her up in a bridal carry, holding her head close to his chest as he ran out of the dark alley.

–

‘Mnnn…where…am I?”

Awakening while feeling like a sack of lead, Felicia rose off the warm bed as she looked around the girly room, eyeing the plushies by her side and the neatly kept desk with a closed laptop on its top, the facial mirror nailed into the wall lined with makeup and perfume as her eyes drifted over to the wardrobe where she knew an array of clothes from expensive designer dresses to ordinary houseware lay ready for use. This was her room after all…but wasn’t she supposed to be at college and not-

“A-Ahh…That can’t be…that’s not true! No-no-no-no-”

With the memory of the men from before all the way to the pervert that had molested her on the train, Felicia’s mind sunk as she grabbed at her stomach, remembering the searing pain of the kick to the eerie sensation of the man’s hand over her rear, her escalating shouts attracting the attention of Dustin as the door to her room flew open, rushing in to find a young woman scared near witless, blue eyes staring at him in fear as her shouts turned into a scream when he wrapped an arm around her in an effort to stop her trashing, unable to see her boyfriend in place of the faceless monster she assumed was going to assault her.

“Get away from me! Nooo!”

“It’s me Fel! Calm down-agh! E-Everything’s going to be alright okay? You’re safe now!”

“NOOO!”

Screaming and thrashing around like a madwoman, Dustin didn’t budge an inch as he restrained Felicia, even when she began to gnaw on his exposed neck, wincing in pain as her incisors found purchase before he could pull away, drawing blood as she continued her mindless rampage. But eventually, her adrenaline would give way, sapped of strength as the fatigue from the days events caught up to her, bawling like a child once she realized what she’d done, with Dustin pulling away gently from her maw as he nestled her downtrodden head in his arms, looking like nothing was wrong despite the indentations of where she’d bitten down on him beginning to look like a nasty bruise, blood seeping from the torn skin and pierced flesh where her teeth had managed to chew through.

“I-I'm so sorry*hic*…so sorry…”

“Feeling better now?”

“*hic*-Mhm…”

The pair stayed that way for awhile, with her sobbing eventually slowing to a crawl as she laid there in Dustin’s arms, raising her head slowly to meet his concerned gaze, a pang of regret impaling her as the taste of metal coiled around her tongue as she eyed the mangled patch of skin on his neck.

“Dear…I-”

“Save it Fel…it’s nothing alright? Real feisty back there though weren’t you?”

Ignoring his cheesy quote as she leaned into his shoulder, Felicia sighed as she felt Dustin slowly fall into her bed, gently leading her down into a snug position on his shoulder as the smart lighting dimmed automatically, plunging the room into darkness as the lights from the streets below shone in through the closed curtains.

“You should get that wound patched up dear…it’s going to get infected…”

“Heh, I’ve seen worse.”

“I’m serious!”

Pushing away from her boyfriend’s chest as she stared up at him with puffy red eyes, Dustin glanced down smugly at her as he pecked her on the nose, earning him a light bonk on the cheek.

Before his arms tightened around her waist, gasping in surprise as he suddenly pulled her into an embrace.

“D-Dear? What’s wro-

“Those men were about to harm you…”

“And you saved me! I’m fine right?”

“They were going to defile you!”

At the words, Felicia swallowed as she gazed up at his cool eyes, suddenly taking a serious air as she felt herself melt a little. She couldn’t stand it whenever he looked at her like that, it had been that way since she met him years ago during her high school days. But she didn’t know how to respond to that, shuddering at the memory still fresh in her mind.

“I’ve been thinking Fel…don’t you think it’s time we go further?”

“F-Further…?”

She whispered the words with a blush on her face, the serious look in Dustin’s eyes keeping her attention as she slowly felt herself melt into the sheets, her boyfriends arms no longer around her as he rose off the bed, unbuttoning his clothes while giving her a great show, his chiselled physique glimmering in the moonlight as he tossed his shirt into a crumpled heap on the floor, the blood running down his neck only adding to his stunning looks.

And the giant erection behind his pants only served to inform her of the purpose behind his words.

“B-But dear! I don’t think we’re-”

“It’s been 7 years already Fel, i think we’re more than ready to do it, don’t you?”

That sent her silent as she pondered over his words, had it really been that long since they started dating? As happy and pleasant as the news was to her, something seemed to gnaw away at the back of her mind as she struggled with the memories she could clearly recall of meeting Dustin while he was still the leader of a scrappy gang, nursing him after a terrible gang fight had left him severely injured; the start of their wonderful relationship.

There’s no way this is fake…what am I even thinking? Dustin’s been so kind to me for so long and I’m doubting him?

Shaking her head as she brushed aside her doubts, Felicia sighed in submission to her boyfriend’s demands, shifting in bed as while letting her arms fall to her side as she glanced up at Dustin, her alluring body outlined clearly through the simple white shirt he had presumably dressed her in while she was out cold. The thought sent a tingle of excitement down her back.

“W-Well? I’m waiting…”

It didn’t take long for Dustin to undress her, though the sweetheart did so slowly and tenderly, making it all the more erotic as he started from her top, undoing each button as he moved downward, revealing more and more of her supple young body as the clothes fell away, natural chocolate brown skin shimmering in the light as she shifted a little in bed, pushing herself up against the backrest as Dustin’s eager arms wrapped around her pants, playfully jostling her as he shook them off her slender legs, whistling as he eyed up her thick thighs and toned calves ending in petite, pedicured feet, painted a snow white to contrast against her skin tone alongside her nails. Unlike them however, her hair was of a rare platinum silver coloration, a genetic defect of sorts that left them unable to take on any sort of color as the ghostly tied up mane of hair fell around her in curly wisps. Not like Dustin minded of course, he always told her he loved it the way it was when she revealed her blonde hair back then was dyed. Leading her to grow it out in its original coloration. Still remembering how elated she had been to hear him praise her silver hair.

‘Screw them, they don’t like others being more beautiful than them so of course they’d bully you’

But what surprised her as the last of her clothes left her body, was the skimpy string bikini that clung to her hips and breasts, cinching her hips and digging into her heart shaped ass as her wide eyed gaze went from the tiny patch of fabric wrapped around her nipples to Dustin, clicking her tongue in mock disappointment as she twiddled her fingers together, returning his eager smile with a seductive smile of her own as her azure blue eyes filled over with a golden glow, naughty thoughts filling her head where there was once concern and an innocent excitement building within.

He had this all planned out now didn’t he?

“Naughty boy…whatever are you going to do to little me…”

“Stick around and find out.”

Moving in like a predator ready to strike, Dustin fell over Felicia’s exposed figure as she laughed like a vixen, easily dwarfing her as he leaned in to ravish her slender neck, gasping in shock at how good it felt as her knees twitched and spasmed, wrapping her arms around his waist as her fingers played with the hem of his pants, tugging at them as her boyfriend’s mouth found hers, letting his warm tongue enter as she giddily rolled Dustin’s pants down as far as she could, moaning into his mouth as she felt his erect member land on her toned belly, her pectoral muscles flexing in response as she felt her innards moisten slightly.

O-Oh dear…I knew he was big…but I never knew he was that big~

Parting from their kiss, Felicia’s eyes met Dustin’s as the lovers remained still for a moment, they didn’t need to say the words they knew were on each other’s minds, it was long due to move on to the next step in their relationship as Felicia felt the head of Dustin’s dick push past her tight bottom, slipping easily into her snatch as she squealed in pain, before screaming out in ecstasy as she felt the pain give way to overwhelming pleasure.

“Hngh! You’re tight Fel!”

“S-Shut it and m-mo-ahn-just keep going!”

It didn’t take much encouragement for Dustin to pick up the pace, his rapid thrusts picking up pace and leaving Felicia in the dust as the nubile young woman wrapped her arms around her face in embarrassment, unable to bear the thought of showing Dustin her face as she let out moan after moan, punctuated by an excited scream whenever he went too far in, kissing the entrance to her aching womb as he played with her breasts.

Pretty soon, Felicia was a whimpering mess as she clutched at the sheets, trying to keep her sanity as her boyfriend continued to relentlessly pound away at her, not expecting how amazing her first time would be. She kept herself pure all for him, and maybe she understood a tiny bit why Dustin was so adamant earlier.

I can’t think of losing my first to anyone else either…

But with a fire beginning to build in her clit as her innards began to pulse and flex, Felicia knew what was coming.

“D-Dear?! I-I think I’m-mnn-c-coming!”

“Me too…you’re really…something else!”

Slamming his hips against Felicia’s trembling vagina with a final reverberant clap of meat against meat, Dustin explodes inside of his waiting girlfriend, letting out an erotic moan mixed in with a startled scream as she flung her head back, eyes rolling up into the back of her head as her belly spasmed, knuckles ghostly white as her back arches off the bed, letting loose a generous spray of precum over Dustin’s groin as her vision begins to blur, feeling the warm spunk of her lover flooding her womb before everything goes dark.

But peeling away from her with a wet squelch, Dustin eyed his girlfriend with a frown, knowing that it wasn't Felicia in control anymore as he eyed her golden pupils in suspicion.

“Don't think I didn't notice earlier...get up...”

“Aww, don’t be such a loser~ Don’t you love me?”

Moving further away from the still body of his girlfriend as a wicked grin splits her lips, Dustin watches as she rises off the bed as if her mind blowing orgasm hadn’t affected her one bit, light brown skin beginning to transition into a soft red, a visible wave of energy running over her body as Felicia’s silver ponytail undoes itself, falling over her plump rear as a deep black coloration takes hold, ending in luminescent strands of fiery orange, like a searing hot iron as her already amazing figure takes on more curves, a lanky pair of stockings materializing over her eye catching legs as her bikini follows suit, turning black while gaining more mass to compensate for her larger breasts,

Within seconds, Felicia was no more, a demonic woman standing in her place, spreading a large pair of batlike wings protruding from her back as a lanky tail erupts from just above her peachy ass, spaded tip swaying in the air as bony horns poked through the top of her head, swinging her flowing black hair to the side as she gazed lovingly at Dustin with fiery yellow eyes, her face still that of Felicia’s.

“Good evening Master~  Miss me much?”

“You know we wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t decided to jump ship on a whim…”

“It was getting boring cooped up in that stuffy old stone all the time~ You barely listen to what I have to say and most of your ‘offerings’ are greedy old men who never pay their debts on time…your roomie though~ He was so delicious I just couldn't help myself!”

Disappearing and reappearing right beside Dustin in a flash of black smoke, the demon whispers down his ears, her eyes curving into dangerous sickles as a serpentine tongue runs down the length of his neck, savouring the blood that had begun to dry from the wound inflicted by Felicia a few minutes earlier.

“By the way? Don’t bring over anymore girls from now on ‘kay? You don’t want to see me angry now do you?”

“Yeah, yeah, lay off the threats already…and since when were you so possessive?”

“Oooh don’t worry~ I don’t plan on harming you~ Dear Felicia would be so heartbroken now wouldn’t she? Leaving her a widow right after knocking her up!”

”You mean she's…and you?”

Running a hand over her warm belly with a thin dribble of cum still leaking from her pussy, the demon nods with a warm smile on her face, a slight frown on the man’s face after seeing a demon make such a face filled with kindness, unbefitting of her demonic heritage.

“Yep! She's pregnant with your kid! Congrats daddy!”

“Never call me that again…”

Sighing while running his hand over his face, Dustin barely realized the demon collapsing to her knees as she stumbled back over to the bedside, her hair beginning to lose its dark coloration as the horns on her head began to recede, her fiery red skin tanning over as her voice begins to crack and waver, returning to Felicia’s original buttery sweet tone.

“I’m sorry Master but…I can’t be with you like before…at least not…all the time.”

“W-Wait, are you’re dying or something?”

“Don’t be…silly…it’s just the sun…big dummy…take care of her alright? G’night…”

With the last words of the fading demon gracing his ears, Dustin sighed as he fell back over onto the bed beside the limp body of Felicia, lying sprawled out over the bed with a goofy smile on her face as he glanced down at her over to her alluring stomach. Juggling the idea of being a father and loving husband with his profession of being a pimp and extortionist, turning the people who failed to pay up into another of the many women that worked the streets at night before sending him a cut of their earnings. It was how he’d managed to make so much money while doing so little.

“Hell…the only reason I got the doofus to stay here was to keep up appearances in case anyone got too nosey…”

But brushing aside a lock of Felicia’s silky hair as she slept, Dustin rubbed his chin as he thought back to what the demon had told him the night when she had vanished into her new host, mentioning how he would earn himself a loving girlfriend if he followed the memories he would awaken with the following morning after that night where he’d been knocked out cold by one of his more smarter ‘customers’, allowing for the blunder that was Fred’s discovery of his magnum opus.

‘Just play along ‘kay?’ was what she had bubbly exclaimed before fading from the dormant ruby.

And sure enough, Dustin had awoken the following morning feeling almost like a new man, remembering vivid memories of living the past seven years with a girl named Felicia; from the moment that marked their first meeting after she had saved him through to the current day. Of course, Fred was still in the middle of transforming, making it incredibly hard to keep a straight face as he watched the man he had once loathed slowly taking on the qualities of the woman he now loved.

It had left enough of an emotional mark for him to spring to action after stalking Fred through the streets as he became she, ending with her almost being raped by a gang after getting too frisky in the alleyways downtown.

By the time she awoke, Fred was gone, and in his place was Felicia. He had seen her body shift and tan itself while she slept after bringing her back home to the apartment. Struggling to hold back as he changed out her dirty clothes not just because she was just so damn sexy, but also because he realized he did truly feel love for the sleeping beauty lying defenselessly in bed.

After so many years of using mindless women that acted like thirsty whores all the time, the decision the demon had made was a surprise to him, and one that made him feel a tinge of regret for disregarding her for so long as just another tool to further his money making schemes.

But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he was still making enough to keep the two well fed years from now, and if what the demon had said was true, their child would be well and happy under their care…

“A dirty pimp becoming a dad…that demon’s got a weird sense of humour…”

Falling by Felicia’s side, Dustin drifted off to sleep as he cradled his new wife in his arms, wondering what lay in store for them both in the future as his eyes slid shut.

THE END