Head 'home'

Gwen shut the red door of Ava’s apartment behind her, turning and facing into the space.

The lighting inside was low. All that remained was a dim lamp near one of the leather chairs in their living area. The apartment itself was surprisingly nicely decorated for a space occupied primarily by college students. Of course, Ava’s memories told her that she lived with two other foreign students, all with wealthy parents happy to give their daughters good living arrangements no matter what country they were in. She walked to the end of the hall.

Ava’s room was just as nice. Fancy wood furniture, bookshelves, and a carved desk with a small Panamanian flag atop it. It was all much more impressive than anything Gwen had in her normal human life. But this heiress’s material possessions were the least of her interests at the moment. She walked over to the full-length mirror to look at her real concern.

The dark eyes of a Hispanic beauty stared back at her. She traced the contours of her new face, its contours and few imperfections. It was so strange to her. Only a little over six hours ago, Gwen had been a normal woman. Now she was gazing out of the eyes of an entirely different woman. She had become her, mind body and soul.

Well, perhaps not in soul, but certainly in body. The new succubus slid out of her clothes, sighing as she felt the open air on every inch of Ava’s skin. Now that she was a sex demon it certainly felt much nicer, less constrictive, with no clothes on. Plus, it gave her the opportunity to look on her new form in full. She posed a little, putting one hand on her hip and another in her wavy brown hair.

“You sure are sexy, girl.” Gwen said with a giggle, taking a breast in her hand. Her eyes wandered down to the space between her legs, where Ava’s pussy was still slick with viscous reddish juices. Gwen gave a perverted grin, seeing the evidence of her host’s defilement and possession. She didn’t just become Ava, she TOOK her. This pretty little Panamanian girl was hers now, nothing more than a puppet on a string. It gave her some strange erotic rush, something she never felt before in her old life. She loved it.

“Oh, yes.” Gwen whispered, her fingers tracing her new labia. “You’re all mine.” She was prepared to masturbate to her own reflection, right there and then, but Lilith had other plans.

‘Ava’ gasped and put a hand to her belly, watching it distend and contort as she felt something begin to squirm beneath her skin. Gwen hardly had time to process it before the creature her new friend had become was sliding out of her wet cunt.

“Enjoying yourself?” Lilith asked telepathically. The worm she had become stopped just short of totally expelling herself from Gwen’s host, instead sticking just out of her pussy, writhing and dripping fluids on the floor like some sort of strange penis.

“I was just appreciating this senorita here.” Gwen replied aloud, gently stroking Lilith with one hand. “Taking a new body is still… weird. Hot, but weird.”

“We can transform into anything imaginable.” Lilith said. “But being a mortal never gets old.”

“And I have her mind too.” Gwen said, strutting over to Ava’s bed, the tentacle swinging between her legs. She sat upon it, spreading out a bit. “I feel like I could fool her own family into thinking I was her.”

“And that’s the hottest part.” Lilith said. “Seducing someone as someone else, or even just being their boring old selves… and no one has any idea you’re in charge.”

“Mhm. Yes.” Gwen smiled, getting hornier at the thought. Getting a bit of a devilish idea, she tightened her grip on the Lilith slug, pushing it back up into her cunt, then back out again a little. She repeated the process a second time before Lilith got the idea.

“Are you… using me as a dildo?” Lilith asked, a little astounded.

“Si!” Gwen moaned, fucking her new body with the foul slug over and over again, the slimy thing still writhing in between her dark-skinned fingers.

“I will not be treated like this!” Lilith protested telepathically. “I am an ancient and powerful succubus, not some fucktoy!”

Gwen slowed a little, now somewhat unsure she should continue.

“I’m fucking with you.” Lilith joked. “Use me!”

‘Ava’ laughed and picked back up the pace, biting her lip at the forbidden pleasure. The feeling of an orgasm was already beginning to approach. The unholy sensation of it all was too incredible for her. Overriding the mind of this foreign girl, forcing her to fuck a literal demon… all for her pleasure. She began to fuck herself even harder, Ava’s sweet voice reaching a peak as she began to cum. Just at the moment of climax, she stuffed Lilith back into her pussy, swearing in Spanish as the slick thing slid back into her. Gwen collapsed back into the silky sheets of Ava’s bed, her forehead beaded with sweat as her pussy was drenched with juices.

“Oh, that was fantastic.” Gwen breathed, her chest heaving. “Thank you for your… assistance.”

“Happy to be of help.” Lilith replied. “But don’t forget: you owe me a new body.”

“Mmm, tomorrow.” Gwen said, already feeling herself taken in by the invitingly comfy bed. She curled up slightly, her nude thighs slowly beginning to dry.

Sleep came strangely to Gwen. She dreamed, but it was not a pleasant dream. Her dreams showed her a fiery place, full of pain and tortured souls. All was dim and gloomy, and no comforting light could be found anywhere. “Come home.” An impossibly deep voice called out to her. “Come home.”

Light returned to her as she awoke once more. It was Ava’s room that greeted her, and Ava’s body that responded to her touch. As if she needed any further proof that she was no longer dreaming. She arose, rubbing her eyes and stretching out her newly stretchy muscles. “Lilith?” She asked. “Sleep well?”

“I’m not capable of sleep outside of a human body.” Lilith responded. “But more or less, yes.”

“Bueno.” Gwen said to herself. She became aware of a sizzling noise beginning outside, along with a set of footsteps hurrying back and forth. Perhaps it was time for her to find Lilith’s new body. She climbed out of bed and reached for the door, but stopped herself.

“Hmm, maybe Ava’s roommates won’t appreciate her walking out, like this.” She thought. Her host was in shambles; Ava’s hair was all over the place, her skin was not only totally nude, but caked in foul, demonic juices. A bit disappointed that she had to put such constrictive clothes back on, Gwen trudged back in the direction of her shower.

About twenty minutes later, a cleaned and refreshed ‘Ava’ stepped forth from her room, now dressed in baggy grey sweatpants (which still showed off her ass) and a pink, low-cut tank top that left a fair amount of skin exposed on her abdomen. She padded out on bare feet into the common area, where the scent of freshly cooked bacon filled her nostrils. It was a smell Gwen used to love 24 hours ago. Now, it meant absolutely nothing to her.

Dishing the bacon out onto a plate was Elizabeth, a woman of very bookish appearance. With brown, curly hair and large-framed circular glasses, Elizabeth was the most ‘innocent’ of the group, one who rarely spent her time partying and always made sure to leave the light on for when her fellow roommates returned home. Ava’s memories told her she came from Britain.

“Oh, morning Ava!” Elizabeth greeted her cheerily. “Would you like some bacon?”

“Oh, no thank you, I’m not hungry.” Gwen replied, telling at least half the truth. She settled down on the couch nearby, eyeing up Elizabeth somewhat discreetly.

In terms of physical attractiveness, Elizabeth was much more ‘cute’ than ‘hot’. She had only baggy clothes on, but Ava’s memories told her she hid only some small amount of curvaceousness. But to be able to defile such an innocent being…

Those thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of a second woman, yawning as she entered. Giana, as she was known, was Italian, and her own olive skin and raven hair certainly confirmed this. She was known as a bit of both a scholar and a party girl, someone who liked to work hard and play hard.

“Ciao, Ava.” Giana said casually, taking one of Elizabeth’s bacon strips for herself. She sat on a stool nearby. Gwen gazed at her a little longer, taking time to appreciate her Mediterranean-blessed body.

That left Elena, who was no doubt still asleep in her room. Elena was from—well, somewhere in Eastern Europe, though Ava never really learned exactly where. She worked late and slept in, though it was at a bar, where her abnormally large tits supposedly earned quite a few tips for her.

“Ah, so many options.” Gwen thought. She gave a satisfied smile as Ava’s roommates chatted amongst themselves, each having no idea that their roommate sitting a few feet away came home last night an entirely different person, one eager to share her secret with another.