Fiona

Fiona gazed upon her reflection in the mirror.

Glancing around she just accepted the idea of this being a dream, ignoring the cold chill of terror it gave her. There was after all, only her and the mirror in the void.

Fiona pondered her appearance, questioning if her latest efforts were paying off.

She was slender, frail, and utterly devoid of the impossible curves she was pursuing to manifest.

How could dieting ever achieve such a look? Her visible ribs seemed to highlight the sag of her deflated breasts, her mind strangely rationalized about how she was bound to lose any curves she desired pursuing the tiny hour glass figure more often than not was the result of artificial intervention, than divine inherited gift.

Gift?

The word echoed inside Fiona’s mind, her hands reflexively moving to try covering up her nudity as she peered around the dark, her gaze only returning to her body as she felt an uncomfortable warmth press down across her stomach.

Gazing down she didn’t see any sign of its source, a panicked glance at the mirror soon subverted by awe.

As Fiona admired the perfect flat tummy she now bore. Fiona’s hand stroked over it curiously, the heat seemed to shift into a pleasurable tingle, tickling her with pleasure as she accepted the suddenly change.

“Mmm…” Fiona hummed as she admired it, shifting her angle and passing an electrified feeling hand over her flat ass, wishing it could give her contour, and contrast the flatness her overall body now held.

“AAAahhh!” Fiona cried out in shock as she felt a lightning like surge lash from her hand into her ass cheek, as if some static discharge just surprised her. Stumbling forward Fiona grabbed hold of the mirror for support and gasped before trying to regain her breath, panting in slow shallow breaths as she clenched her eyes shut between focused thoughts on the strange surge of sensations.

Slowly looking to her right she noticed a new mirror there with her in the void. Her profile perfectly captured in its reflection, bent over, back arched upwards, her arms concealing any glimpse of her breasts with their bend and grasp of the mirror, her ass….

The shock of the sensations, and new realization was displaced once more by awe as Fiona watched the curve of her ass reshape, and inflate in the mirror, the heavy burning heat surfacing there even more intensely than it had across her stomach.

“Oh… wow…” Fiona painfully gasped, fighting the urge to rub, grab, and even smack her now perfectly proportioned and gravity defying globes joining her flat waspish stomach to her legs.

Her mind delighted at how it would look in tight pants, swimsuits… Thongs…

Fiona paused, nodding her head slowly back and forth she questioned the last word inserted in there.

As her acceptance and hands massaged the painful heat from her ass she felt it slide down her legs, toning and thickening her thighs perfectly, flaring her hips, and elongating her legs into perfect stripper glory.

Fiona’s hands pursued the sensation, a lip biting gasp escaping her as she delighted in the pleasure of sitting on her new ass, stretching out and massaging her legs, admiring their proportions in the mirror as she tried to ignore how wet she felt herself growing between her legs, and pushed back on the desire to go there with her hands.

Rolling around Fiona felt herself enraptured by other mirrors that emerged into view around her, gracing her with multiple views and angles on her inflating ass and perfectly proportioning legs.

Rolling on her back she cupped her tits with disappointment, quickly crying out in shock as she felt the jolt lance down through her nipples, the flesh feeling as if it was searing as it manifested and grew voluminous.

Throwing her raven hair over her shoulder she admired the now E cup breasts pillowing perfectly upon her chest in the mirror, rolling around she urged the painful burning more and more to ease into the electrifying pleasure she increasingly desired, alongside her beauty.

Rolling over Fiona kneaded her breasts against the floor, arousing herself with how her body rocked so perfectly, arching up into a perfect raised ass.

“Damn I look good.” Fiona remarked to herself enjoying the look of her body as a dark tempting thought tugged at her mind. If only it was my body, I wonder what it’d feel like, how irresistible I would be…

Suddenly the Fiona spasmed and screamed in pleasure.

It is your body, remember what it feel like.

As flashes of her incestuous acts, demonic liason, and suddenly recalled corrupt acts bombarded her Fiona panted and panicked in wonder at just what she had done.

I’ve forfeit my soul! She worried as the sudden intensity passed, her mind roiled by the realization of the burning pleasure charring her immortal core.

No, it is yours. But different.

The booming declaration in Fiona’s head barely echoed out of thought as she grew wide eyed in terror, and strangely excited sexual delight. Her reflections all around her no longer followed her posture, or movement.

Each one crawling in overly sexual, slow manners towards her.

Each one seemed to have a different body modelled on a different model Fiona envied and could recognize.

Each one, exhibited a different demonic trait.

As they each reached the mirror that Fiona had percieved as a boundary between them those fascades shattered.

Fiona struggled to move, to get up and escape, but the heat had returned and grown intolerable, forcing her to writher about uncontrolled on the floor as each incarnation grew closer.

As Fiona tossed her head about she glimpsed each one, wondering what they would do to her, which one would get to her first, and more.

While trying to refrain from think about which one was her face purified of flaws, atop what model or celebrities body.

Fiona wriggled uncontrollably as each one entangled with her in a lesbian orgy.

As Fiona would blindly grab at heads, or try to look upon each of the incarnations she grew more aware of demonic traits. Pointed ears and horns her hands would feel and she could glimpse, the lash of long fork like tongues upon her flesh.

Pulling heads away by their hair, provoked gasps and moans of pleasure. Attempts to push or press bodies away seemed to always end up as groping or fondling. Did she just wet a finger in someone's vagina? Fiona questioned as increasingly **** resistance felt futile, and pointlessly arbitrary as Fiona wasn’t sure she wanted to stop this.

As Fiona failed to resist the sexual **** she increasingly became aware of the omnipresence around her. Was this what God was like? Fiona barely got a questioning thought off as the warmth that had changed her body flared, and surged.

Arching her back Fiona swore she could see the lap of flames around her, the incarnations breaking away to charcoal as they became fuel for the forge her new God was refining her within. Each one screaming out in orgasm before vanishing in yellow and orange flares of fire.

Slowly exposing simply Fiona laying there alone in an embedded circle of coals masturbating wildly and unheedingly. The flurry of her hands groping herself, the squelch of her wet pussy and the sizzle of its juices spilling on the coals as Fiona mercilessly squirmed beneath the now self induced sexual ****.

A spiritual revelation reverberated through Fiona’s mind as she felt the direct influence and contact of the Idol upon her, not merely a nudge but an overwhelming encompassment. All those bodies that had now perished in the flames recreating Fiona were not merely individuals.

But the embrace of her new God itself. They had acted as simple fingers of her new God manipulating her within its palm.

Fiona shuddered on the verge of a twisted painfully irresistible orgasm, she urged the flames on, stoking the embers mentally around her to ignite, remembering the sin, remembering the endless sexual desire, hunger, and confidence.

Her insecurities scared her, with strangely coherent sober thought she wanted to be corrupted and defiled if it meant never worrying about her figure again. The ever more clearly orange flames flaring and then dispersing as the coal suddenly cooled around Fiona.

Leaving only a ring of them circled mockingly above her head.

Fiona panted, and laughed as she gazed upon them. Embracing the mockery of her being like all demon kind were according to the Bible. A fallen angel.

Gazing down her body she shook her head, smooth cream coloured skin devoid of imperfection, perfectly shaped puffy pink nipples atop E cup breasts, a full and round ass she could rock on. It was all right, but also so wrong.

Reaching one arm up into the void Fiona called out, “Finish taking me!”

Glowing specs suddenly lit up in the void, drifting about as if luminous dust adrift upon the air, their colours pulsing and shifting as if changing with breaths, reaching out for an orange one Fiona moaned perversely upon its touch.

The slow burn as others seemed to suddenly be drawn to where it landed atop her finger tip, until it seemed like they flickered into orange flame together. Fiona moaned lavishly in delight as the flickering flames traveled down her arms, gazing upon them she delighted in the thought of transforming like a sailor scout from her childhood.

Perfectly manicured pumpkin orange long nails emerged on the other side of the advancing lines, Fiona starfish and arched her back pleading incoherently for more unconcerned with the glossy obsidian her skin was taking on in the wake of her final change.

Fiona gasped breathlessly as the advance crossed from her limbs onto her torso. Bright glowing text inscribed in pink letters atop her mons, “The Best is Yet to Cum” as a segmented tail sprouted from above her ass and Fiona rolled on to her breasts, rocking atop her sensitive nipples as her phallus tipped tail lashed freely, and her black feathered wings spread wide casting flecks of the glowing dust around Fiona as she gurgled in mind blowing orgasm.

Her lips puffing perfectly as they adopted a pumpkin hue, her eyes glowing with the same orange light of her halo as magenta horns emerged and crowned the sides of her head before curling up just below the halo.

Panting heavily as Fiona heard her God whisper her new, true name she grinned her fanged smile broadly before tossing her ass length hair into clear view to admire its pink hue.

“I’m complete.” Fiona uttered in relief before feeling herself fall from the void, launching out from the portal that had been opened to allow her to be embraced directly by her God. She landed flawlessly with grace, suddenly aware of her cloven toes and strangely stilleto like heel claw she had to stand upon.