First lesson: Feeding

“First class starts soon. We have to make roll call.” Lila says. You wonder where and who Palo and Dani are. You’re about to find out.

The hallway was bustling with students of all shapes and sizes. There were elves with pointed ears and slender builds, dwarfs with their sturdy statures and bearded chins, and even a couple of anthropomorphic animals that you recognized from your research. Yet it was the human students that truly caught your eye. They were all so... normal, and you felt like a fish out of water. Or rather, a succubus in a school of humans. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness as you walked alongside Lila, your new body drawing more than a few glances.

You enter the classroom, and the eyes of the students swivel to you, a mix of curiosity and something else. You realize that your new body was not just a novelty but a source of power. The air was charged with a sexual tension that you had never experienced before. You felt a strange thrill knowing that you could manipulate this energy to your will. But what use is this power if you can't even get to the bathroom without feeling like a spectacle?

The teacher, a stern-looking dwarf with a thick beard and a penchant for tweed, calls for silence. "Welcome, Miss... Sally," he reads from the roster, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. You nod, your cheeks flushing under the weight of his gaze. "You're in for an exciting year at Mystara Academy. Remember, your success here is not just about your studies but how well you adapt to your new form."

“Palo, welcome also,” the dwarf nods at a human male, tall and muscular and… quite attractive.

Palo? In a human body? You do a double take, trying to reconcile the face of your friend with the body of a hero from your favorite manga. But before you can say anything, the teacher continues, “And Dani,” a female human mage. "Now, let's begin with introductions. Miss Sally, as our newest student, you may go first."

Your mind races as you try to come to terms with your new reality. You're a man trapped in a female succubus body, with breasts that bounce with every step and a pussy that feels... different. The sensitivity is unnerving, and every little movement sends a jolt of pleasure through you. You clear your throat, "Hi, I'm Sally, and, uh... I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do here."

“Sal?” Dani asks in shock. Like you she had expected you to be male and human. Not a succubus.

Pablo laughs and you realise that he is to blame for this. He changed your application form! That bastard!

"Surprise!" Palo says, a smug grin spreading across his new, handsome face. "I figured, why not give you a taste of what it's like to be on the other side for once? You shouldn’t have stolen my girlfriend!”

You grit your teeth, trying to keep your cool. "That's not funny, Palo," you reply through clenched teeth. "This isn't a game."

Dani's eyes widened as she took in your new form. "What the hell, Palo? What did you do?" Her voice was a mix of anger and concern.

Palo just shrugged. "Figured you could use the experience," he said with a wink. "Besides, it's not like you're stuck in it forever. Just a year. But I hear that succubi need sex daily-“

“That will be all!” The dwarven teacher cuts in. The class seemed shocked by the outburst. Mostly that you were once a human male.

You felt a wave of anger crash over you. The betrayal stung and your hands balled into fists. But before you could act on your fury, Lila stepped forward and gently placed her hand on your arm. “Let’s not make a scene, Sally. We can deal with Palo later. For now, let’s focus on getting through the day.” Dani moves to sit beside you.

The rest of the orientation was a blur of introductions and explanations about the school's magical curriculum. The academy was a place where students from all walks of life came to learn and master their abilities, regardless of species. As you listened, you couldn’t help but feel both intrigued and overwhelmed. Magic was something you had only ever read about in books, and now you were in a place where it was as common as breathing.

But as the day progressed, you began to notice the subtle glances and whispers that followed you. It wasn’t just the novelty of your new form that drew attention; it was the very nature of what you had become. Succubi, despite their allure, were often treated as second-class citizens in Mystara. They were stereotyped as temptresses and seductresses, their abilities to manipulate sexual energy seen as a tool rather than an inherent part of who they were. The prejudice was palpable, a dark undercurrent beneath the surface of the academy's otherwise welcoming facade.

During a break, you found yourself sitting alone in the crowded cafeteria, the human students giving you a wide berth. You picked at your food, lost in thought, when you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. It was Lila, her eyes filled with understanding. "It can be tough at first," she said softly. "But you'll find your place here. Don't let them get to you."

Her words echoed in your mind as you took in the sea of unfamiliar faces, the whispers and sly smiles directed your way. It was clear that the humans saw you as nothing more than a sexual object, a being to be used and discarded. But you weren't going to let that define you. You were Sal, a person with thoughts and feelings, not just a succubus. You were determined to prove them wrong.

As you sat there, trying to compose yourself, you couldn't help but notice the way your new body responded to the slightest of touches. The fabric of your skirt brushing against your inner thighs sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you felt a dampness building between your legs that you had never experienced before. It was... distracting. You shifted in your seat, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but the more you thought about it, the more aroused you became. It was as if your body had a mind of its own, craving the attention it was receiving.

You looked around, seeing the way the male students couldn't help but sneak peeks at your ample cleavage, their eyes lingering a moment too long. You felt a strange power in that, a control that was both intoxicating and terrifying. You weren't used to being the object of such desire, and the idea of needing to satisfy this... hunger daily was daunting. But as you sat there, feeling the heat build within you, you couldn't deny that there was something alluring about it.

Palo approached you with a tray of food, his smile unwavering despite the tension in the air. "Thought you might need this," he said, placing the tray in front of you. You glared at him. You needed energy but food wouldn’t give you what you wanted. You felt a strange, pulsing sensation in your core. It was as if your body was reminding you of your succubus nature, demanding that you feed it. You looked around, feeling the weight of the students' stares, and realized that you had indeed been granted an experience that would challenge everything you knew about yourself.

As you picked at your food, the whispers grew louder, the stares more intense. The need grew stronger, a throb that echoed through your veins. You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the conversations around you, the laughter and camaraderie that seemed so far out of reach. But it was like trying to ignore a siren's call. Your eyes kept drifting to the students, their expressions a mix of fear, curiosity, and desire. You could feel the energy they radiated, and your body responded, your newfound succubus instincts urging you to act. “You did this to me Paulo. So I need your help…” you look up at him, sexual need evident in your eyes.

Palo's smug expression grew even more lecherous, “ you’re such a slut,” he whispered as he took you by your hand and led you to his chambers. He locked the door and turned to regard you. “Strip…”

You hesitated, feeling a strange mix of anger, embarrassment, and the growing hunger that was not yours. But you were in this body, and you had to live by its rules. You slowly began to unbutton your blouse, the fabric parting to reveal your voluptuous cleavage. Palo’s eyes widened, and his breath grew heavier. The power you had felt earlier in the classroom was nothing compared to the electricity that crackled in the air now. It was a heady sensation, one that made your stomach flip and your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

As you slipped the shirt off your shoulders, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The succubus stared back, her eyes hooded with lust, her full, red lips parted in a seductive smile. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you realized that you were becoming someone else, someone who craved the very thing you had always feared and avoided. The skirt was next, pooling around your ankles to reveal the lacy underwear that was somehow even more revealing than being naked. Palo stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of your waist. His touch was like a brand, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched.

You stepped out of the skirt, now clad only in your lingerie. Your breasts heaved with every breath, the fabric of the bra straining against the weight of your new assets. Palo's gaze was ravenous, his eyes never leaving your body as he began to undo his own clothes. You watched in the mirror as he revealed a body that was the envy of every man you had ever seen: broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and abs that could cut glass. The bulge in his pants grew more pronounced as he stepped closer, his hand moving to the buttons of his trousers.

The hunger inside you grew more insistent, a gnawing ache that seemed to resonate with every beat of your heart. It was a strange, primal feeling, one that was at odds with your human sensibilities. But as Palo's hand touched yours, guiding you to help him remove his pants, you felt a surge of energy, a pulse of power that was undeniably linked to the sexual tension in the room. You licked your lips, feeling the fangs that had emerged with your transformation. The idea of feeding, of taking from him what your body now craved, was intoxicating.

As his pants fell to the floor, his erection sprang free, and you couldn't help but stare. It was beautiful, a symbol of his desire for you, of the power you held over him. You reached out, your hand trembling slightly, and wrapped your fingers around his length. He gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head as you began to stroke him, feeling the heat and the pulse of his blood beneath your touch. The room grew hazy, the scent of his arousal thick in the air, and you felt your own need growing with every passing second.

You turned around, on your hands and knees on the bed. Your hot needy pussy was presented to him.

“Fuck me Palo. Now!”

The words left your mouth before you had time to consider the implications. But in that moment, the need to feed your succubus body was all-consuming. Palo's grin grew wicked as he climbed onto the bed behind you. His hands gripped your hips, his breath hot against your neck as he positioned himself at your entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable, your body quivering with desire. You felt his tip push against your folds, the pressure building until he slid inside with a smooth, satisfying thrust.

The feeling was indescribable. It was more than just the physical sensation of being filled; it was a rush of energy that surged through you, filling every cell of your being. Your body arched, a keening moan escaping your lips as he began to move. Each stroke was a symphony of pleasure, driving you closer and closer to the precipice of satisfaction. Palo was not gentle; he was rough, claiming you with a primal ferocity that seemed to fuel the fire within you. Yet, you found yourself pushing back into him, craving more. The room was a blur of sensations: the softness of the bed, the scent of his arousal mingling with yours, the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and the electricity that crackled between you.

As he took you, you felt your new form responding in ways that both thrilled and terrified you. Your wings unfurled, the tips brushing the floor as your body began to glow with a soft, red light. You could feel the power building, a pressure that threatened to consume you. The whispers grew louder, a cacophony of need that washed over you like a tidal wave. You knew you had to feed, to satiate this hunger before it consumed you completely. You reached back with one hand, digging your nails into his skin, urging him deeper, faster. The pain only heightened the pleasure, a delicious agony that you never wanted to end.

You wanted more. As your simultaneous orgasms approached you realised you could take more. It was a choice you made. You took it. You started to feed on his masculinity. Magic energies enveloped you both as his body became smaller, weaker and very female.

The transformation was swift and brutal, and Palo’s screams of pleasure and pain became high pitched and feminine as his body was reconstructed from the inside out. His cock shrunk, retreating into his now pink, wet pussy. His muscles disappeared, and his skin softened. His breasts grew, pushing him to his knees as your own need grew with the power you absorbed.

You felt his essence flow into you, a delicious cocktail of fear, pleasure, and submission that fueled your hunger. His eyes grew wide, his new breasts heaving with the effort of his now shallow breaths. The magic of the exchange had twisted him, bending his very soul to your will. You felt yourself grow stronger, more alive with every passing second, your body now craving the one thing that would sustain your existence in this new form: sex.