An Imposing Woman. Fuck Exposition, Give Me Smut!

Note
There will be an ''exposition'' chapter written as an alternate choice instead of this one. But this felt like a fun idea and potential instant karma for our villains, rather than holding with the slow build I'm heading for on the ''exposition'' chapters. Also, I might have one or two follow up chapters to this one, just for the sake of it. That said, if anyone reading this wants to add their own continuation, feel free to do so. Also, let me know what you think about this slower approach to things.
Thanks

''Umm...'' Amanda was a bit lost for words as she looked up at the figure that had asked the question. A tall and pale skinned woman, long wavy dark hair with a white carnation tucked on one side, framing a classically beautiful face with vibrant red lips. A hint of soft skin being displayed by a tasteful dark dress which was tight in all the right places to highlight already impressive natural curves.

The woman looked at her quizzically ''May I take that as a yes?''

''Ye-yeah, uh, sure. Sorry... that dress is really nice''

''Thank you Amanda, now tell me, what's bothering you?'' There almost seemed to be some strange echo in the woman's voice, giving the sound far more depth than it should have had.

She didn't know why, but Amanda instantly felt like she could trust this woman, confide in her with any and all secrets ''Sabotaged fucking cases screwing families out of their money. Fucking goons shaking down local businesses and terrifying some lady who probably never did anything in her life to deserve it...''

''How noble of you...'' The woman chuckled, wrapping one arm over Amanda's shoulder ''What about personally? Seems like there was something on your mind as you stared at my truck''

Amanda didn't even catch the significance of the last part of that statement, simply feeling like she wanted to tell this woman anything she asked about ''I got food there, and I think it did something to me''

''Something like what?'' The woman asked, leaning in closer

''Well, it made my clit all...'' She paused, searching for the right word ''Puffy, I mean, huge''

''And you think the food did this to you''

Amanda wasn't really sure if that last one had been a question, or a statement of fact, but she nodded in response anyway.

''Well'' The woman said, standing up and then pulling Amanda off the bench behind her ''Why don't we find out? You never know, the answer to one of your questions may hold the solution to your other worries too''

Amanda cocked her head to one side, confused at what the woman meant. Though the moment the woman started to cross towards the truck, she felt compelled to follow her.

The woman waved at the server in the truck, who seemed to instantly know what she wanted and produced a beer and a little ice cream sandwich handing them both off to Amanda as she lead her towards a table. A table which now that she thought about it, Amanda hadn't noticed before, in fact, there weren't any other tables nearby...

''So, tell me more about these... goons, as you called them'' Again the woman's voice seemed to echo as she spoke.

Amanda immediately responded, she couldn't even focus on the words she was saying as they seemed to pour out of her mouth, describing the situation in explicit detail to this woman in front of her

''...So, I left the lady my number. But she probably won't call back. I've seen these kinds of asshole mafia tactics before, it's almost impossible to help if nobody will testify''

Her eyes went wide at the realisation of having talked for so long, making this woman listen to her problems.

''Sorry, you didn't need to know any of that. Thanks for listening though, it's nice to get that off my chest''

''Oh, it's really no problem. Now, why don't you finish what you've got there and then you can have a look and see what you think of this'' The woman set a piece of paper down on the table top, seemingly blank.

''What's that?'' Amanda asked

''Ah, ah, ah. Finish that first'' The woman's voice seemed to echo again, making Amanda look down at the beer in her left hand and the ice cream sandwich in her right

''Succu-beer?'' She lifted her gaze from the bottle to turn to the woman, only to realize she was gone. In fact, the truck was gone too. Leaving just Amanda, sitting at a table on the street. A street which she now realised was suddenly empty.

Looking back at the table top, she felt a compulsion to do as the woman said, downing her beer and then setting about the ice cream sandwich, savouring the taste of strawberry.

She finished both in record time, the cold tingle of the ice cream still on her lips as she felt her clit begin to throb insistently in her panties.

''Goddamnit!'' She groaned as she put one hand between her legs, pressing back against her clit. To her surprise though, the throbbing seemed to be getting extremely intense, so much that she could actually feel it pulsing against her hand. She was almost sure it was getting bigger.

Though her attention was soon split as she felt the underwire of her bra start to dig into her chest, leaning back in her chair, she could see that her bra had started to overflow with flesh ''Fucking food truck! Ngahh!'' She felt a sharp pain on her forehead, reaching up, she felt two lumps beginning to push outwards, seeming to break out of the skin to become their own rock-like black horns, extending an inch or two on either side, pushing at the edges of her bangs and protruding slightly.

A sudden creeping sensation along her fingers made her pull her hand back down from her horns, looking at the back of her hand as her nails darkened, becoming and almost pure black before growing longer and gaining a slight point to them. Once her nails finished changing colour, the effect seemed to spread. Colour now draining from her fingers as they darkened to an unnatural purple, her fingers seeming to get longer and slimmer as they changed, the colour then quickly spreading down her arm as her skin seemed to ripple and the underlying bone and muscle structure changed slightly, becoming more powerful as more little rock-like black spikes emerged from her shoulders.

The colour reached her chest and seemed to settle for a moment, before it began to pulse and suddenly her breasts surged forwards, ripping the fabric that struggled to contain them as they gained size.

She brought one hand to her breast and started appreciatively squeezing the soft flesh, while the other hand pulled up from between her legs and dragged the remains of her tank top upwards, so that she could watch the deep purple sheen spread along her stomach, abdominal muscles gaining strength and definition.

Then she felt a slight twitch in her clit. It had already doubled in size while her hand was over it, now presenting an obvious bulge in her pants, one that could be seen now as it pulsed, each time it did sending ripples of pleasure through Amanda's body. Ripples that started to become more and more frequent as she felt an orgasm approaching.

Her legs soon joined the rhythm of her clit as her muscles tensed in time with the pulses. The fabric of her yoga pants stretching thin as her thighs and hips got thicker, gaining muscle beneath, even as her skin stayed smooth and flawlessly soft. Her whole body was starting to shake as she felt a pressure at her heel, her running shoes proving too small to contain her large size, but particularly failing as another black spike emerged from her heel.

Finally all the sensations and tingles across her body seemed to centre back towards her clit as it pulsed powerfully, instantly gaining enough size to rip free of the fabric containing it and thrust forwards from her crotch. Her whole body spasming so hard that she almost fell out of her chair as her clit-cock shot out a rope of cum, splattering across the table as her pussy gushed into the tattered remains of her underwear.

In the afterglow, she could feel the horns on her head pulsing, seeming to send all sorts of lewd and sexual thoughts straight into her subconscious. She ran her tongue around in her mouth, feeling teeth somewhat sharper than she remembered and then opened her mouth, her tongue flicking out far more than it should have been able to and seeming to mimic licking a pussy before returning to her mouth.

A sly smile crossed her lips at the thoughts of what she could do. She could feel the magic pulsing through her now. She knew that her transformation into a succubus had just built on the already existing magic affecting her clit and she also knew that some of the scenarios playing through her mind weren't just a product of becoming a creature of pure sexual nature. She knew what would happen to anyone she brought to orgasm for the next two weeks. And while that might be a problem to her normal self, her current oversexed nature was overjoyed at the ideas it brought her.

Looking down at the paper the woman had left on the table, she flipped it over, it said ''Goon's Address'' followed by the street and house number. Amanda smiled at the realization that she already had the perfect first test subjects all ready to go.