Deborah Falls as Kevin Watches

Kevin’s eyes widened with disbelief, he questioned how he hadn’t noticed how changed Deborah had become already as her body stiffened and trembled clenched eyes twitched as they rolled back as far as possible.

Kevin grunted and panted, feeling unrelenting exhaustion tug at his body at its seemed to gain vigor and drive to fuck Linda just a little harder as concern of the supernatural changes competed with desire to fuck them more.

Deborah’s back curled up and back towards Jason, perfect double Ds hanging before Kevin’s feet tempting him to mouth their chocolate-coloured nipples as the flush of her skin brightened into a candy apple red.

A flat stomach shifted and squirmed with the fluid grace of a belly dancer, as a perfectly formed bubble butt pressed back and ground into Jason.

Deborah felt her pussy clench, grabbing, and milking the corrupt essence from Jason’s cock into her pussy as soulful concerns made way for deprived perversion and pleasure.

As Deborah’s breath trembled from the reward for ceding her soul she purred and moaned ever more gratuitously and seductively. Relishing the slow grind of her tail bone, as it’s sensitive cock head slowly snaked up between her and her son in law as the tail grew in length.

Deborah rolled her head as wings slowly stretched out from behind her, having just ripped free into being from her back. They spread elegantly and luxuriously spreading first from lengthening bony spears into an arching leather bound spread.

Kevin questioned why his eyes weren’t feeling the strain of not blinking, and an unwillingness to wince in disbelief at their view as Deborah’s glistening raven locks seemed to shimmer with purple as she tossed her hair, and finally turned back to stare at Kevin in her newborn demonic glory.

Black voids narrowing in delight as they met the still mortal gaze that had been enraptured by her fall.

Deborah’s face was sharpened with allure, her ivory horns parting through her bangs and quite prominently up. Kevin watched as her black serpent tongue extended, contouring her face impossibly, collecting the splatter of her daughter’s phallic tail when it pulled free from Deborah’s lips, sprinkling the Idol’s taint.

“Mmm… Perrr…fect…” Deborah growled seductively, the voids that now were her eyes glistening as they shifted from Kevin to gaze upon her daughter Heather behind him.

Getting out from atop Linda, Deborah smiled down at Jason’s mother. She could taste the corrupt soul’s slowly slipping grip. It aroused and hungered her in new delightful ways, feeling how close the soul was to joining Deborah’s own, knowing how she had helped push it teetering ever closer to the brink of the Idol’s eternal abyss of infernal damnation.

Getting down on all fours Deborah’s tongue reached out flicking and teasing a nipple on the pancaked breasts of Linda as Linda lapped at the demonic cock of her son as it draped across her face. Moans of delight erupted and grew muffled as Jason gave his mother a taste of just what she had made all those years ago.

All grown up, and now corrupted beyond belief. Linda didn’t pause to listen or consider what little questioning murmur in her head raised the thought of this being wrong. She felt compelled beyond belief to suck on the corrupt demonic cock, the fact it was her son’s made it feel even more alluring, the sin adding to the irresistible compulsion of the temptation.

Linda’s hands massaged the black cum upon her skin, it’s inky colour seeming to stain her flesh grey as she arched her ass up into Kevin’s cock as Heather continued to guide him in fucking the faltering soul into damnation.

“Mmm… You see what we’ve made of my mom, want to help Jason finish making something of his?” Heather cooed emphatically into Kevin’s ear. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy watching that bitch turn into a demon.” Heather gasped in pleasure, "Its truly arousing."

Kevin felt the alarm.

Suddenly with unbidden clarity he realized just what he had been seeing transpire.

The changes to not just Heather but her dress as the night went on.

The increasingly intimate couplings since dinner.

Flashes of the wedding photos flipped through Kevin’s mind, each one a perverted parody of what had transpired, the camera shaving away aspects of character, resistance, will and soul.

The corsages the bridesmaids wore… Kevin suddenly imagined a very different prep session that that one that had transpired before the reception.

Kevin struggled with his thoughts as they seemed re-written into corrupt hypersexualized recollections normalizing just what was transpiring now.

The pre-photo gangbang with Kyra the whore. The fondling, groping, and more during the photos, the touching and feeling of his girlfriend, and more on the dance floor. Kevin’s mind struggled against the imposed memories, tried to reject them, but reluctantly admitted to himself… It excited him, he wanted that truth.

Each physical change he became aware of, each sexual transgression of social norms, each altered memory met with approval deep down within his mind. His corrupted perversion emphasizing how liberated he was to act on impulse, desire, and how even the elderly and seemingly unattractive bore a new irresistible allure.

Not just for who, and what they were, but what they would do, could become.

“Listen to her gag.” Heather’s seductive voice drew Kevin back to the carnal act he was being guided in continuing to engage, Linda **** heavily on her son’s gargantuan incubus cock, black cum bubbling up around it between her lips as she slowly drowned in the tainted seed of her son.

Lightheaded, Linda struggled to keep conscious, corrupt primal desire pushing her to embrace and relish each second of her damnation.

“Tell her you want to see her changed. Tell Linda to forsake her soul. Admit you want to see those tits finish ballooning, those lips perfectly plump, feel her pussy milk your cock as you succumb to your own damnation.” Heather lured, guiding Kevin to fuck faster, harder.

Heather’s hands roamed across his body; fingers reach down around the base of his cock. Hot, heavy breath panted in his ear as Heather sounded every closer to cumming at the corrupt ideas she was suggesting. Kevin felt Jason’s cock spurting deep in his suffocating mother’s throat, the empathic projection sharing the demonic pleasure in further tainting a soul with all those nearby.