Epiphany

[***Author's note - This chapter will be fairly dark. Succubi in this thread are devils, but they're devils created to punish sinners. Specifically those who hurt others, and Carl is not a good man. ****, date ****, stalking, and **** imagery will come up as he gets his just deserts, Lois gets her first meal, and she finally completes her Change. There will continue to be other instances of her having to live through dark memories of some meals, but it won't all be eat the figurative assholes. She's a sex demon. So she's going to have a lot of fun beyond serving divine justice.***]

Carl was as disgusting as she remembered. Stained shirt, old boxer shorts, and a musty robe, it was clear he hadn't been expecting company. His thinning hair and notable gut also gave evidence to to his status as a bachelor. And the smell. She could pick up two warring odors. One the rank stench of unwashed flesh. The other an irresistible pull. Indescribable, but it evoked the smell of fresh baked bread, a steak fresh off the grill; warm cobbler; it was the best, most appetizing food odors all rolled into one.

Taking all this in at a glance, she replied, simply, "My name is Epiphany when I'm working."

And just like that, an invisible fire rushed through her. Lois Michelle Kaplan nee Lawrence was well and truly gone. Down to the very atoms in her body, she was now Epiphany Phryne Rahab. The implications were unknown to her then, but her new normal would soon be all too obvious.

"Carl, I know all about your dirty little dreams, and I'm here to make them come true. You know the deal. $40 for a fuck, $100 for anal, and $100 on top for bareback," She said before taking a final drag of her cigarette and dropping it to the ground, sniffing it with her foot.

"Well, I don't know, does Bill know?" Carl stammered.

The newly minted whore knew the exact response he was looking for, almost as if the entire encounter was scripted.

"What my wimp of a husband doesn't know won't stop us, now ill it, stud? You got the cash? I got ass that needs to be bought and paid for."

With a hurried indication to wait right there, the disgusting man hurried into the house. Epiphany followed into the kitchen, not wanting to be exposed too long.

"Do you want a drink or something?" He yelled from deeper in the house. Instinctively, she knew not to accept, and indicated the negative when her returned, cash in hand. Seeing the disappointed look on his face and the way his hand subtly moved to his robe's pocket, she knew that she ad made the correct choice.

"Here you are. Full service, and a tip on top," he said, a wad of cash in hand.

"You know the rules, baby. On the counter. And no kissing. You paid for bareback, so we can skip the rubber," she said, grabbing the cash, counting it, and putting it into her purse after he placed it on the counter and stepped back. She did pull out a couple of bills and stuffed them, loosely, into the waistband of her skirt.

Not wasting any time, she went down on her knees and parted his robe, fishing his dick out of his boxers.

"Oh, it's so big!" It wasn't.

"Yeah, slut? Better than your husband's?" No. And he washed his.

Not letting any of her thoughts show, she put it in her mouth, driven by an inhuman hunger and need. As she did, images flooded her mind, Carl drugging other women. His sense of superiority. Him hitting his ex-wife.

The mental images angered her. She may be a creature of sex and sin, but those images? They were wrong. He needed to be humiliated. Gently, she squeezed his balls and willed him to come, flooding her mouth with sperm and a hint of something other. She'd been working at it for maybe thirty seconds.

"Oh, over excited?" she asked, pouting.

"I'm not...it usually doesn't," he started, blushing furiously.

"It's fine, sugar. I see you're already recovering, too," She responded, smoothly.

Indeed, he was already getting hard. Neither of them knew it at the time, but Epiphany had set a basic enthrallment on him. His dick now served _her _wants and needs, not his. Not done playing with her food, she reached down and, as soon as she touched the stiffening cock, it erupted again, all over her hand. Bringing it up to her mouth, she licked it clean. His seed was simultaneously the most disgusting and most delicious thing she'd ever eaten. She was going to have more. much, much more.

"Show me up to your bedroom, hot stuff. The walk may cool your jets a bit."

"I swear, I'm not like this normally," he blurted. But he did lead her up, still stiffer than he'd ever been in his life, despite having cum twice in such quick succession.

The walk was uneventful, though the housewife cum hooker noticed that the house was a pigsty. His wife must have done the housework before the divorce. Just what she expected from a pig like him. An image popped into her mind, then, of her turning him into a pig with a curse. She was sure she could do that. But from what she'd seen, that was too kind.

Arriving in the master bedroom, Carl turned in time for Epiphany to push him onto the bed and straddle him. His rigid dick felt her dampness through her panties; she wasn't going to wait. She was so very hungry and she had the most delicious meal she'd ever seen right where she wanted it. Between her legs.

She reached up and popped her tits free of the shelf bra, bending over and giving her ample bosom a shake above his face before pulling his hand up and placing them on her breasts. Carl needed no further encouragement and started to play with them. As he started to knead, she slipped a hand between her legs and moved the panties to the side before lowing herself onto his dick. He didn't fire early this time. She's had her fun and now it was time to dine.

"Fuck me, stuck. Fuck your cheap hooker! Fuck, baby. Fuck my whore cunt with your massive dick. Split me in half with your goddamned monster cock. Deeper, Carl. I've never felt this good. My husband never makes me feel this way. HARDER!"

With a grunt, he came, pushing her over the edge, too. As he came harder than he could ever remember, she felt more than just semen flood her starving quim. She felt more energized than she ever had before. And with the seed and his life **** came more images. Visions of contemptible acts. Stalking. ****. ****. His ex-wife, for one. But other women. Some from dating apps. Bars. Clubs. And she saw a shrine with illicit images of other women in the neighborhood. Underwear he'd stolen. And the last one, the one that consumed all rational thought in her head, was one of her daughter lounging by the pool in her back yard, oblivious to the surveillance. The perspective was up, like it was in a tree.

She rode him for what seemed like ages but was, in reality, one a few minutes, screaming through their mutual orgasm. Neither noticed that as he played with her breasts, firm bumps developed on each side of her nipples, the painted on piercings becoming real bars and pushing the pasties off. As she rode him, all of the piercings and tattoos went through similar transformations. Where they didn't match the dream, the tattoos shifted, turning her into the perfect expression of his fantasy.

She could have finished him then, she knew, but she had a contract to fulfill. He's paid for anal, so anal he'd get.

She rolled off of him and pulled her legs up.

"You paid for anal, and I see you're still raring to go. Fill up my last hole. Go three for three and go where not even my husband has gone before."

Carl didn't need any further encouragement, oblivious to the abnormality of the situation. He got out of bed and slammed his soaking cock into her backdoor fuckhole and started pounding away, occasionally slapping her tits or twisting a nipple.

"That's right, you fucking cunt. You're mine now, my little whore. Your pussy, your mouth, and your ass."

She moaned, anything to keep him going as she slowly, carefully drank him in until, finally, he was ready. She let him explode and she exploded with him. Pulling him down into a tight embrace, she kissed him. Unlike the last time, however, he didn't stop cumming.

At first he participated in the kiss, but as it went on, his survival instinct kicked in and he realized that something was horribly wrong. But it was too late. He was little more than a husk by then, looking like a withered old man. He weakly struggled to get out, but Epiphany held tight. More horrible memories. More delicious life ****. On and one she went, absorbing every last bit. She came to the point that she knew he wouldn't survive, but carried on. There was more energy to be had, and there was no redemption for Carl. Finally, the last of Carl's life-**** left his body, consumed by the hooker. As it left him, the very molecules in his body lost their ability to hold together and his body fell apart into constituent atoms. Finally satisfied sexually and with a full belly, Epiphany lay there lone on the bed, basking in the glory of her first meal.

With one final, orgasmic aftershock, Lois Kaplan was gone. The Change had finally been realized. She was now fully, truly, Epiphany.