An Encounter with the Bitchy Twins

You and Heather make your way to the boutique in next to no time, it's practically chaos as you arrive. Various lesser demons, all of whom move out of your way as you approach, at every one of the doors that is securely locked, they seem to be avoiding the windows for some odd reason, maybe another powerful demon imposed the restrictions on them somehow. No matter, as you and Heather draw near the door she uses her power to make you both puff inside in a burst of demonic pink smoke.

Mannequins are everywhere, wearing outfits that would threaten to put most people into bankruptcy with how expensive some of them are. It takes a few minutes, but you find the twins cowering behind a pair of mannequins in attempts to hide by imitating the exact same pose as the display dolls. They notice their ploy to hide has failed and try to make a run for it, as soon as they are out in the open they get held in place by ethereal blue chains, you can hear Heather chuckling to herself before saying in a menacingly seductive voice, "How do you like my Chains of Guilt? They combine the guilt I know about you with the guilt you feel to hold you in place." The two women whimpered in fear, made all the more amusing by the very expensive formal gowns hanging out of the lip of the bags in their hands and pricy formal dresses they were in, the shoes the two were wearing looked like they were worth your annual salary before you became a demon.

You chuckle in menacing amusement as you approach the closest of the twins and tear her outfit, both scream as what happened to one outfit happens to the other. "Oh, did I forget to mention that everything that happens in the restraints of one will be mirrored by everyone else in the bindings," said Heather with amusement, "guilt can be shared, after all." Without any ceremony, you thrust your demonic penis into the pussy of the closest twin, causing both to cry out in erotic unison. You continue to thrust, unleashing your demonic seed into the woman's womb.

Both begin to cry as they fall to the ground, you can feel their souls both flow into you as your power rips them from their figures and they collapse on the floor. You and Heather watch in sadistic glee as their bodies morph into anthropomorphic canine figures, their breasts expand to FF-Cups, their hands and feet take on a form closer to wolf's paws, tails covered in demonic fur, their ears morph into wolf-like shape, their noses and maws shift into a more canine form, and their eyes take on a more demonic form as they shift from blue to demonic yellow with a ring of green in a fire pattern around the pupil, as their bodies become covered in ashy gray fur with streaks of demonic orange and devilish red in patterns that mirror each other all over their bodies. The two bitchy women had become a pair of literal Hellhound bitches, and the kind that were obediently loyal to you and your demonic household

You turn to Heather and say, "These bitches are yours to command, for now. Until we get a more appropriate mistress of the hounds, you'll be in charge of them and responsible for them until notified otherwise."

"I thank you, Master, I will do my best to uphold your trust in me on this matter. Also, I think this is an even better punishment for these bitches than I fantasized. Do they recall their lives before becoming bitches at my command?"

"For the time being, their minds are much more simple," you say, "I might allow them to have more sophisticated minds if they prove useful enough. Regardless, every transformed individual remembers their past life as a mortal, these two just don't have the processing power to make proper use of their memories of being mortal. And even if they did, their minds have been restructured and reprogrammed to be something that can not oppose me without my expressed consent."