A mother cat teaches her kittens how to pounce.

It didn’t take long for the party to devolve the way it did, seconds really. Still standing in the middle of the room with her hands at her waist, Susan admired her handy work as her friends and servants had their way with their clients. As soon as her pheromones were released, regardless of age, every man and woman in the room would become so aroused that rational thought would take every bit of willpower they had. And considering her clients track record? That wasn’t happening soon.

Already they were on the floor, gurgling with lust as they tried to calm raging erections that felt like they’d explode. So, it was only merciful that they found Susan’s escorts deftly undo their pants and pry out the throbbing organs to be licked, fondled, stroked and sucked off. Looking over to Mr Roberts; the head CEO of the company, Susan smiled when she spotted him on the ground with his pants down while one of her succubae undid the bun in her hair and let it cascade down her back while she rode him like a bucking rodeo bull, so worked up in the matter she was rapidly trying to take her gown off in between fierce kisses with the man and with the other two succubae waiting their turns.

Jen had finally decided to join in, undoing her dress and hair to sashay into the orgy and shoulder up with a succubus with a cherry blossom tree tattoo on her back, the two making out while the succubus rode the man reverse cowgirl. Aroused beyond their control, the elderly CEOs and the young executives could only grope at the women giving attention to their cocks, their life essence draining from them by the second. One bloated CEO literally lost weight before everyone’s eyes, all his stored energy being leeched out of him until he was almost skin and bones. Rearing up, his lover cried out in release, her skin going blood red and a pair of horns popped out of her brow.

One by one, the others did the same, reaching their own limit until the room was filled with moaning prone men and demon women straddling them. Lilting with laughter, Susan placed a hand to her lips. “Well, guess the cat is out of the bag.” Closing her eyes, she decided to join in. Undoing her shoes, her feet stood on the balls of her toes as they hardened into a pair of hooves. Her skin turned sky blue as her muscles began to throb and swell larger, building up her height and curves as she managed to remove her gown just in time to give the rest of herself room. Growing taller by the second, her arms and legs grew stout with muscle, abdominal muscles form while her hips and thighs grew thicker. Breathing in deeply her large breasts heaved from her chest, her stiff nipples crinkling in the cool air and the arousing scent of her own pheromones. The last change was the two pairs of sky-blue horns that sprouted from her brow, framing her angelic face as her hair flowed longer and wilder down her back like liquid silver.

Looking over to the one that caught her eye all night, it pleased her that MJ and Janet catered to his near uncomfortable erection, gently removing his pants and unbuttoning his dress jacket. The two already blue skinned and demonic as they looked up to their employer with a knowing smirk. With a sway of her hips with each step, Susan prowled towards the man, falling to her hands and knees to join the two as they kissed him across the lips and cheeks, leaving two different lip stick stains all over his face. Looking up from his state, Mr. Peters almost went glassy eyed at the sight of the Amazonian demoness slowly straddling up his body and letting her stiff nipples rake up his stomach and chest. Looking him eye to glowing eye, Susan’s smile grew just as she leaned down and gave the man a smouldering kiss that made his eyes roll back. Instinctively his hands reached out to plant themselves at her thighs as she expertly found his now 12-inch organ and aimed it into her hot and moist nethers.

“Hmm…Like I said, I like you.” Squeezing her inner muscles and gently rocking herself over him, the elderly man gasped and winced from the stimulation. “Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be punished like the others, no, good men like YOU deserve to be rewarded.” Moaning and swooning, Susan reared up, tossing her long platinum hair as she increased the grinding swivel of her hips, laughing as she felt Mary Jane and Janet sit up to lick at the slopes of her large breasts and stiff nipples. Pressing her hands down on the man’s chest, Susan cried out when she felt him reach his peak, sharing his orgasm but not taking a drop of his essence in the matter. No, HIM she wouldn’t take from. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled when she found her succubae had finished their task, draining the essence of everyone present but not enough to kill or break them.

“I… I think I love you…” Murmured the prone man underneath her, breathing hard and still drunk on the arousing effects of her pheromones while he kissed her hand repeatedly. Giving the man a warm smile, she pecked him on the forehead and leaned in close to whisper into his ear. “You’re sweet, but I already have a husband, but don’t worry, my girls will help you with some of that missing love life.”

Sitting up, Susan pulled away from the man with a weak protest from his lips, lounging on her side like a cat while she gestured to the others to join her.

“Alright girls, time to show me what I’ve taught you.” The group of succubae closed in and gathered around the man still left stupefied and over stimulated as Susan’s escorts took in what they were looking at.

“He has grown soft from desk work, working hours of his life writing and stamping papers…” Spoke up one succubus with her hair in braids running down her shoulders. “But he CARES…” Looking more closely at him, the succubus blushed fiercely when she gleamed into his pool of essence, reading the surface of his memories. “Such a dotting parent, I’m jealous.”

“So, what do we do with men like him, Malinche?” Susan purred, waiting on their response.

“He deserves a reward!” Suddenly kissing the man deeply, Mr. Peters barely made a sound of protest as the red skinned demon woman began to use some of the essence, she absorbed to heal his aged body. The strain on his kidneys and liver lessened as she healed him. Pulling away from the kiss, Malinche was gently moved aside by Helen. “A man who cares for children should look fatherly.” She purred, kissing the man affectionately while muscle began to form on the man’s arms, his overweight body shifting to one more lean and with renewed strength. When she pulled away, a smug grin graced her lips when she found the man had grown a beard and new hair over his bald scalp. Helen and Cleo rubbed shoulders as she moved in to do the same; kissing the man while pouring her own essence into him. “A new lease on life, yes, one where he can find NEW love.” Rejuvenating him, the elderly man grew younger with each second she held the kiss until he looked almost in his late twenties.

Watching on almost motherly, Susan smiled back at the results of all her hard work. They still needed some work on who to target their generosity on, but she was already proud of them. When they finally pulled away from the man, Susan nearly had to hold herself back from tackling the man again. “My goodness girls, you want him to get laid or drown in pussy?”

“Did we do good mistress?”

Looking up at one of her succubae, Susan’s smirk threatened to split her face when she noticed a splash of sky blue skin over the she-demon’s chest, slowly spreading out. “Oh you did girls, welcome to my escort service.”

Cheering and clapping, the group of demon women surrounded and embraced their mistress while Susan’s friends watched on with smiles. “Now let’s get out of here before that security detail shows up!”

*

“Ugh… Wha… What happened?” Slowly getting up and scratching at his head, Mr. Peters was a little shocked to find that instead of a wide bald patch on the top of his head was a full head of hair. Standing up and staggering when he had trouble coping with his new center of gravity and trying to pull up his pants and find they barely fit anymore. Looking around him, the man was shocked to find all his co-workers reduced to skin and bones, moaning on the floor looking like elderly men that had been mugged; their cloths strewn all over the floor and their pants down. “What the hell...” It was also at that point he realised his voice had changed, smoother and less hoarse. Finding the mirror against the wall of the company ballroom. Mr. Peters gasped at his reflection.

The only thing that came close to a description of the stranger looking back at him was the burly, handsome men found on romance novels holding a swooning woman close on the cover! Nearly six inches taller, a third his age and built like he lived out in the woods his entire life chopping wood, the tall man turned his face back and forth, a little taken back by the full head of hair and full bear on his face.

“HOLY SHIT!!!!!”

Turning his attention to the door, he spotted a waiter drop a bottle of champagne on the floor staring down at the dozen or so half naked, nearly mummified men on the ground. “What the fuck happened here?!”

“Uhm… Quick, call the ambulance, see if you can’t get someone to take care of the men here.”

Nodding furiously, the waiter pulled out a cell phone to call 911, looking around he quickly began to recognise who was on the floor, but was baffled at how they had all become so frail and week, like they had all been squeezed of everything they had. “Who did this?”

“The most beautiful woman imaginable…”