A Consuming Cold

Cold. You wake feeling cold. You manage to get up and stagger toward the bathroom in terrible pain. You fall. You want to shiver but your body seems frozen. You look at your hand and the flesh is blue. But, not all of your hand is flesh anymore.

The tips of your fingers are pure ice and end in wicked claws. As you stare, your hand turns to ice. All the pain and cold simply stops.

You enter the bathroom, feeling numb. You stare into the mirror, stunned by what you see. Your body is solid ice and see through. You also are clearly female.

Your full lush ice lips curve into a grin showing icicle fangs. Your breasts are large, round, and unaffected by gravity. The nipples that grace the top of your ice mounds are erect. You touch one with an icy claw and ripples of pleasure hit you. A spaded tail made of ice attaches to your lower back.

Your legs are long and shapely. Your shoes are ice as well, and have six inch icicle heels. Your cock is simply gone and in its place is an icy slit. You give it a tentative touch and are rewarded with intense pleasure.

You exit your room, your ass swaying and your heels clacking on the stone ground.

You enter into the great room and find Syn, Janice, and Saphilia lounging there.

Saphilia checks you out. “Welcome to my court Lady Wilma.”

You give her an icy stare. “You could have warned me.”

“What fun would that have been? Besides, I think you look hot.”

You cup your breasts and they feel wonderful. “I’m glad you like. But, what am I?”

“You’re a greater demon, Lady Wilma, and a valued member of my court. If we are to rule this putrid orb, you and Janice will need to learn your powers. I am cordoning off a small town for you both to play.”

The thought of playing with pathetic mortals makes you wet.

“But, it will take time my minions, So I suggest you have some fun.”