Keep the conversation going

''I... I thought you had problems with your father. Was it not he who imprisoned you?'' you ask, figuring that you need get rid of this demon as soon as possible, however you'd manage to do that.

You can't help but let out a moan as your new cock grows. All new to this sensation, you try to avoid doing anything with it. You start walking towards the exit that you didn't come from, but all the new feeling in your groin quickly stops your advance. Taking a few deep breaths, you walk towards one of the bench, sitting your thick body down on it just to take a minute or two of rest.

"No, you stupid bitch, why would my father imprison ME?" Once again his last word fills you with emotion- raw pride and arrogance. A variety of images flash through your mind- once again, the demon's silhouette over a mound of corpses, a city lying smoking and burnt, a figure who looks like another demon having his throat cut, and finally upwards of 20 naked human women, lying passed out, their pussies stretched and leaking semen. You realize that the demon is sharing images of past conquests, whether to inspire or intimidate.

"Now, then. Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way? I need your body for at least a short miserable while longer, but that does not mean it has to keep this shape. In fact, I've remembered something I had forgotten." Pain shoots through your lower body, focused just above your sizable ass, as the skin starts to boil. You feel as though something is exiting your body, and then a foreign sensation of something you don't recognize touching the ground. A spaded demon tail, long and thin, has grown out of your back, the same dark red color as your nipples. It's flexible and sensitive to the touch, flicking back and forth at a single thought.