Imp

You are an imp simply named Kaz.

You were contracted into Plagueis' service as part of a mass summon from the Demonic Legion, but you and other underlings of your lowly power tier have been put to work as cleaners and gofers in and around the base.

You yourself are being put to work in the library, keeping it orderly and collecting tomes on the demand of the magic users. It's not a bad job, or one that bruises your pride, but you're not gonna find much chance for advancement in here. You decide for yourself that you're due for a break from reshelfing and perch on a window, ruminating on your reflection in the glass.

Bluntly put, you're a three foot tall mess. Spindly torso and overly long limbs, a bald too-big head with outsized facial features, nubby horns on your brow, small leathery wings between your shoulder blades that have to chug like a bumblebee to keep you aloft, and a prehensile but weak barbed tail, all covered in a tomato red hide. Not intimidating, barely unnerving.

You sigh and lean back, wondering if you're ever gonna make something of yourself at the rate you're going.

That question is met by a suddenly incoming dark magic link. The intensity of the sudden rush of power has you leaping into the air from the giddy rush, but you sense something wrong almost as you process the power. This isn't your mortal employers' magic you're being fed. It's corrupted tantric energy.

Succubus magic.

You don't know what's going on, and don't get a chance to find out before the lusty curse takes root in you and you drop to the floor stunned. **** plans of action to cut off the link or teleport away or doing anything to escape are rendered pointless before they could even be conceived as your flesh becomes malleable and your disproportionate member swells up and rips your ratty loincloth, ready to pump out your masculine essence to make room for your feminization.

You can't even form a protest as your hands reach down to work your twelve-inch rod, barely able to grip all the way around. It takes only a few strokes to start expelling yourself, the yonic energy working almost spitefully to **** the transformation along. Your cock shrinks dramatically as you watch helplessly, halving in length and girth before the first go is through.

You sit up and feel yourself for more changes. That proves to be a mistake when your discover your first one: increased sensitivity. The rush you get from caressing your increasingly supple flesh is intoxicating and immediately gets you primed for the next wave.

You can comfortably work your cock with one hand now, and you do so as the other pinches you brand-new nipples. The tiny peaks grow and harden between you fingers, and a tender mass begins to swell behind them when they reach full size.

You gasp and moan with each jolt of sensation, and can hear the pitch of your voice rising with each second. That in turn makes you aware of the dull ache in your face, and the itch in your scalp, but you can't do anything about that, you are too caught up in catching the next outpouring.

The next orgasm catches you by surprise, and you roll and cry out in ecstasy as you ride it out. After you come down from your high, you feel something feathery tickling the side of your face. You reach up to tug it, and learn that you now have hair! An odd physical augment to celebrate, but for some reason you can't fight back the little cheer.

Jumping to your feet, you feel a lot of jiggling below the neck. You look down and a heavy pair of heaving breasts fills your vision. Leaning over a bit, you see that your lower half has filled in just as well, with flaring hips and thick thighs. Your cock and balls are diminutive even at your size now, and they twitch in anticipation of their last salute.

With a throaty giggle you sit down on your now well padded ass and firmly grasp your junk. No longer do you want to fight this; you feel so good like this! Not just sexy, but powerful, like you could go out and claim any man you want.

Oh, a man. You lick your lips and groan at the thought. Your masturbation now is fueled by that fantasy. You lie back and close your eyes as you picture it; taking a human fighter by surprise, divesting him, straddling his prone form, being worshipped by his mouth and fingers, being filled by his dick. You climax with a euphoric scream, you male genitals retracting as they pump the last of what they had to give.

You catch your breath and return to you windowsill, as though nothing happened, but the image in the glass tells a different tale.

You are no bigger, but definitely a lot better put together. Your body is perfectly proportioned, and the proportions are those of a fertility goddess. You have an hourglass figure, full perky tits each as big as your head, a tight tummy, waspish hips, juicy ass, and meaty thighs on top of artfully tapering legs and feet.

You cast a spell to make the glass a proper mirror and inspect your features. Your face is cherubic and sultry, with large, hooded eyes, a button nose, and full, pouty lips. Your short hair is a light orange, same as your irises, and hangs over your still small horns, the sharp points just peeking through your bangs.

You gaze back down, taking in the burgundy nipples, the delicate arms ending in clawed fingers, and the spike of dark bone or horn that sprouts from your heel, forming a sort of natural stiletto heel. You strut back and forth on the recess, getting a feel for walking like that, already loving the sensual sway of your hips when you move.

Turning your back to the mirror, you look over your shoulder, unconsciously leaning over to stick your ass out. Your wings are bigger, and now situated at the small of your back. Your tail has a little more thickness and strength to it, lashing out whiplike with a thought, and the end is capped with a heart shaped bulb. Pinching it gifts you a pulse of erotic feeling.

All that's left to look at is your new snatch. Sitting and spreading your legs, you take in the tidy, hairless lips, then gingerly spread them to inspect the sensitive bead of your clit, and the tight hole already lightly drooling female nectar.

You stand and jump down to the floor. All in all, you are an absolutely delectable little short-stack, and you have made up your mind to enjoy your new lease on life to the fullest.

Now where's a gal to go to find some male companionship?