I grinned as I stared at the ritual circle, drawn with chalk dust against the cheap hardwood flooring of my apartment. No more would I be beheld by any rude bosses or bullying, I would be free! Sure, it took I bit of persistence to have my witchy friend Irean hand over the details, but soon I would have a demon of my own to command! But for my own sake, I ran the check list over in my head: ‘chalk dust ring with a pentagram layered on top’? Check. ‘Candles at every point of the star’? Check. ‘Fruits as gifts’? Bananas, apples, oranges check. ‘Real human skull as a vessel’…. I looked at the list on my phone, than back at the plastic skull I’ve had as a Halloween decoration for a few years. Surely a demon can be picky, right? Plus, where would I even get a skull from?
With a shrug, I killed my apartment lights and lit the candles, starting to chant. “Aes, knaoq deomon k'aoza zaaq zes gazina qae zaa esaeun maenz!” The room start to spin as the candles started to grow with a purple flame. The chalk started to burn into brimstone as I continued my chant, trying to keep myself steady, “ K'aoza zes suzor maen esaeun aelr!” I looked down at my phone, failing to remember the last part of the chant, ”Yeza maen esaeun!” When I looked back up I saw what I could only describe as rift between realms, hot pieces of brimstone and slag hopping through and landing in my apartment.
But I could not be worried about that, because I saw a figure slowly rise from the rift, my demonic beast to command! However, when the figure fully emerged I sat dumbfounded, “I… Irean must have lied to me! This is the wrong ritual!” The ‘demonic beast’ I was promised turned out to be succubus.
She purred, her voice so alien yet sensual, “What’s wrong boy? Am I not to your liking?” I blushed slightly at her voice, her being completely naked didn’t help either, “Y-Yes! I wanted a powerful beast! Not some bimbo!” She laughed at my retort, looking me over, “Why I am surprised you even summoned someone as powerful as me. Given how… Horrible this ritual is.” She cackled, viewing my chalk work, before picking up the cheap, plastic skull, “And this! You dare reduce me to some toy? I should have you killed!”
I knew I had only digged myself deep with that comment as I got on my knees, “Pl-Please don’t! I only come from a place of need! I’m bulled everyday! My coworkers don’t respect me!” The succubus laughed, “How pathetic, an adult acting like a child… Even so, I’ll help you.” She moved closer, placing an hand on my temple, “You will become my minion, a succubus like me.” I tried to object, but her words rung through me and my body froze. She grinned, “Now repeat after me: ‘I am a woman through and through.’” I felt my lips move on their own, betraying my mind, “I am a woman… Through and through…” My face started to become more womanly, my features rounding and form softening.
The succubus continued, “’I serve Lady Urilyra.’” My mouth moved on its own as my chest ballooned out, from A-cups, to C-cups, to double Ds as my body hair dissipated and my body feminized.
“’I call Lady Urilyra my Mistress.’” I felt my mind to begin to soften, starting to enjoy the idea of being a succubus, my dick slowly receding into my body. “’I serve to pleasure men, and consume their souls.’” It felt good to recite what Mistress was saying, now that I was the one saying it. I felt my lips plumpen into a pair of DSLs and my hips crack wider and my ass fill with fat until it jiggled with every step.
“’I serve to bring corruption and sin to the human realm.’” I took joy in the feeling of a wiry tail sprouting out of my widened hips as my pin straight hair grew out silky. My chants grew more passioned, my voice become so feminine and lusty
“’I revel in the lust I create in men, the torturous envy I spawn in women.’” I grinned; the feeling of sweet revenge igniting my corruption as my dick retreated further. “’I have an unquenchable thirst for sperm, and an utter lack of purity.’” I could feel my human soul dissolving away, the craving for cock dancing on my tongue replaced the usless thing.
“’With this, I discard my old life, and start anew as a child of flesh and sin.'" I recited in eager and with one last orgasm, my dick is gone with an audible slurp, replaced by and ever-wet pair of lips. I grinned as my new mistress looked me over, a child of her own desires, “Good. You will serve me well.” I giggled in my newly ditzified voice, “You bet!~”
That was but a month ago, now I stare into the mirror, what once what a skinny, Asian man staring at me, is now a bombshell, an icon of sex. I have no Idea what I was worked up about, the life of a succubus is amazing!
