Nick has someone in mind

Nick came back as a changed man. More confident steps, wide stance, no longer looking like a fish out of its waters. Everyone here was his prey, everyone. That tired nurse preparing an injection, that woman flipping the pages of her book or that man talking with a doctor.

He was feeling the need to spread the Idol's influence, to take everyone here and fuck them, corrupt them, make them moan and transform into his kind.

His cock twitched every time he looked at the rest of the staff and imagined how sexy they would be once changed. All their imperfections, all their problems, it would all vanish at the first taste of the Idol's power. Women's breasts would expand and burst out of their tops, their asses would get round and firm, their pussies horny and dripping. Men would gain huge cocks and toned body, big balls to better spray their victims…

He just couldn't wait to see it happen. And he knew exactly who to begin with…

He found her in a small storage room, rummaging through the cardboard boxes looking for whatever random item she needed.

Samirah was the second student assigned to this ward, but they had known each other months before that.

They had first met in a cafeteria, during a foggy day when anywhere was better than outside, and had talked for hours over coffees, muffins and hot chocolates. It had been this kind of friendship that just seemed obvious, blooming in instants and destined to last.

It wasn't dating. Not at first, not yet. They were both free but not ready, preferring to nurture this friendship into something beautiful rather than rushing anything. Even though… Even though her face brightened every time she saw him, or her cheeks flushed and her eyes shined when they were standing close ; and he liked nothing better than hearing her laugh and watching her smile.

So maybe there was potential for more...

And even now as his soul had been replaced by the dark power of the Idol, and all love had turned to lust, he still wanted to be the one to taint her. He wanted her to join him, and be by his side to corrupt more people together.

Intriguing how romanticism can cling even through the depths of corruption.

He silently approached from behind, not missing how cute she looked even in the unflattering nurse's clothes.

— Hey ! Need a hand ?

She yelped and a volley of bandage scattered on the ground.

— Jeez Nick come on ! You want to give me a heart attack ?! You're just the worst sometimes.

Her tone however, refuted her words and her shining eyes and smile told the truth. His heart missed a beat. Fuck he couldn't wait to see her become a demon. She would be incandescent.

He admired her delicate Egyptian face, trying to imagine it in the woes of orgasm, moaning and convulsing as she came her soul out, white fangs replacing her pearly teeth and claws adorning her fingers.

Samirah wasn't the best target for a first attempt at corruption. Or even a tenth or a hundredth. In fact she objectively could be one of the hardest person to corrupt in this whole city, especially for a regular demon like him. Her muslim education had engrained in her the idea that faith was the most important feature to develop, purity the highest virtue, aggressiveness a flaw to banish.

Along the years, she had embraced and made hers those ideas, lived by them, resulting now in a prude and soft-hearted young woman, devoted to Allah and basically immune to perversion.

Even masturbation had never taken place in her bed, because lust itself never stayed long enough to tempt her.

Her faith was a shield that any demon would try to avoid, preferring more influenceable preys to the challenge she was, but Nick wasn't repelled. Being next to her made his skin itched yes, but something in him wanted to be the one that would show her how lust, sex, freedom, perversion were the highest delights she could imagine.

— Make yourself useful and try to see if you can find the saline solution, we need it for the 502. she said waving at the shells.

He pretended to obey, rummaging through the shelves and opening random boxes, but actually waited for the moment to strike. He couldn't corrupt her like the doctor Sanders did for him, a quick taste of juices and presto ! a new soul to the Idol, no he had to be smarter, more insidious, he had to play his cards right.

He had one major asset: his smoke. If used discreetly, he could expose her to the darkness from the Abyss without her realising and instantly rejecting the gift he was trying to offer. But he had to be stealthy and patient.

Fortunately, the opportunity came soon as she turned around and faced away from him. He seized his chance and taking a deep breath, started to blow his unholy smoke on her.

He watched the black fog soak into her clothes, infusing them with dark power, disappearing in the fabric but radiating magic. The plan was simple: wear her down, slowly burn her defences, have her expose to the tainting for hours, until the lust seeped into her mind and undermined her resistance.

Luck smiled at him, as she kept facing away for nearly a whole minute. A tenth of that had been enough to turn the laundry room into a depraved sex dungeon ! With it being so extremely concentrated in her clothes, he didn't give her a hour before she would rip them off and throw her chastity in the Abyss along with her soul.

— Found it !

He closed his mouth and watched the last remnants disappear in the fabric as she turned around. She was literally radiating evilness, but didn't seem to notice

He smiled innocently.

— Perfect, let's go then.

He let her leave first, shivering as he imagined how sexy her body would become, how good it would feel to pervert her faithful and innocent self into a slutty beast like him.

Three hours later however, he was way less optimistic. Nothing had changed. At all. She was still looking the same, talking the same, her behaviour hadn't changed and neither had her smell. There wasn't the faintest sign that she was being corrupted by the Idol.

Yet he knew that his smoke worked, because her white clothes had slowly been shifting, getting tighter, sluttier, more revealing while forcing people to ignore the change. So the corruption was effective !

So why wasn't she a drooling slut by now ?

He had to face the obvious, her devotion was even stronger than he thought. Rather than progressively infiltrating in her, the corruption was stagnating and only affected other people. So far he had seen two patients ogle her, one nurse lock himself in the bathroom for a suspiciously long time, and he was pretty sure the secretary at the front desk was reconsidering her heterosexuality. But on Samirah, nothing.

Yet he had **** but to continue.

It didn't help that standing next to her felt really uncomfortable, much like facing an UV lamp and feeling the sunburn forming on his skin. She really was pious.

He had racked his brain to find a way to make her more ****, or to make his smoke more potent, but so far the only solution he could imagine was to increase the dose. If that didn't work he could always try to ask Margaret for help.

And so during the span of the next hour, he took every opportunity to blow his cloud on her. Every time they were alone and she wasn't watching, or sometimes even when other people were nearby, he added more energy. To her clothes. Her earrings. Her hairs. Even her shoes, he wasn't going to take any chance.

But it came at a price: exhaustion. He had to tap in his own strength to create the corruption and very quickly he found himself out of breath, nauseous, his head pounding like a vein of gold was being mined inside.

He envisaged for a moment to **** himself on her, an option that would be so much more simple, but he knew that would only fail.

Finally, near the lunch pause, two ray of hope shined on his efforts.

As they were cleaning their last room, he noticed she was slightly panting. Not much, but already more than this activity should have provoked, and it seemed to him she was fidgeting.

Reinvigorated, he watched her more attentively and caught a very faint, but real, scent of arousal. Hurray ! It was working !

Still, any normal girl should be a panting and squirting mess by now, on her knees, craving to suck his cock. He needed to do more, to level up the corruption. He wanted her to be an evil slut before the end of their shift.

— Hey, it's 13:00, he exclaimed, you hungry ?

That's when the second ray of hope struck him, in the form of an idea. A deliciously malicious idea that could only work.

— Starving, she smiled, let's get changed.

Oh you will get changed Samirah, I promise you. he grinned mentally.

Taking off his clothes in the locker room, he had to resist the temptation of transforming the whole place like he had done in the basement. Sure it would be exquisite to make a new dungeon, or at the very least a hub to taint and transform all the workers, but he had to save his strength.

With a sigh of resignation, he started to get dress but not without taking a moment to appreciate how sexy he looked. Damn… Actually if he had been still human and saw a demon like that, he would have dragged his own soul to Hell just for one night of pure sex… It was almost a shame he couldn't be corrupted more than once.

He finished putting on the last of his clothes and before leaving, smeared a good quantity of pre on the lockers handles. Better than nothing.

Samirah was waiting outside, still insufferably human and pure. Time to change that.

They got in the lift and immediately Nick put the first part of his plan in motion. Confined in the small cabin, he started to produce pheromones. Not the light production, not the "just-teasing-you-to-make-you-flushed" option, no he was going for overdrive, the mass industry, the sprint. He literally oozed pheromones, trying to saturate the cabin in the dozens of seconds it took to get down four floors.

It was literally the most exhausting exercice he had ever done, but also strangely arousing. He was oozing pheromones, from every pore, sweating bullets and feeling the energy being drained from his body, but it was worth it as it was starting to condensate on the mirror…

When the doors opened, the concentration was so high that the teen waiting in front nearly orgasmed when the wave hit her.

Eyes bulging, knees wobbling, cunt throbbing. She stood no chance.

As they walked away, Nick threw a glance back and saw her get in the elevator, press a button and collapse on her knees, her hands pressed against her crotch and her body spasming, almost trying to rip out her clothes and masturbate at the same time.

And yet Samirah was barely flushed and fidgeting. Remarkable.

Entering the cafeteria, Nick prayed for the first time. Not to any of the usual gods of course, but to his master who had opened before him they way of eternal pleasure and satisfaction. He prayed to have the strength to carry out the second and last part of his plan, one that would require quite a lot of energy while his reserved were dangerously low.

The Idol heard his prayer and answered.

A rush of power erupted in him, wiping away all tiredness and dizziness, filling him to the brim with buzzing vitality. Now he knew Samirah stood no chance, her soul was as good as doomed.

Swift as a snake, he grabbed two sandwiches, one ham and one chicken. She always chose chicken. Probably because there aren't many halal food here, and the sandwiches were actually pretty decent.

He began to load it with corruption, mobilising all his newly-receieved demonic power to transform this rather innocent food into the strongest vector of darkness this city had ever seen. He stalled with Samirah, faking attempts to convince her he would pay for both of them. Every second was precious.

Finally she accepted, giving him an extra time while they went to the counter, waited for the clerk to work his magic on the till, then gave him a couple of bucks. By now, the sandwich was the equivalent of a nuclear bomb of tainting.

Ingesting even a bite of it would turn anyone here into a demonic slut. If he could get her to eat the whole thing…

They sat at a table. He tried not to look too much at her actions, raising suspicions was the last thing he wanted this close to his goal.

She was unwrapping her meal. He did the same and took a bite of his own sandwich, hoping to incite her to do the same. It was a cheap and probably useless tactic, but he didn't want to take any risk. What if she felt something was wrong with this sandwich ? What if she threw it away and asked for another one ?

But his worries were unfounded. As soon as the cellophane was peeled, she started eating with appetite.

How could she not sense how powerful it was ? He was feeling tingles just by being near it, and he was a demon ! But maybe she was sensing something after all, because at the first bite, her eyes widened and a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth.

— Woaahh ! What di' jey put in it ? Itch deliciouch ! she asked masticating with contentment.

Like Eve and the fruit, she was totally oblivious to the consequence of that meal…

Now Samirah was really getting worried.

That she had this morning felt a twinge of lust was a thing. It happened now and then, and she had accepted it was impossible to fully stop her body from falling prey of its basic instincts. But usually she was able to ignore it and let it fade away, in fact in about twenty years of life, she never had masturbated a single day and she was very proud and happy of that.

Today however, the lust persisted.

She couldn't exactly recall when it started, it had been really insidious, but she definitely knew when it had gotten worse. In the last room, right before lunch. It was then she had realised the quiet tension in her loins had gained in intensity, and was now permeating her thoughts.

When she had crouched down to clean up the bottom of the bed, she had suddenly become acutely aware of how her butt was stretching her clothes. Now usually, her immediate reaction would be shame at the idea of exposing herself in such indecent way, but instead her first thought had been: Is Nick seeing this ?

It was only mid-surprising, since she had known for a few weeks now that their relation was slowly drifting from friendship to romance, without anything defined mind you, and so it was natural for some desire to bloom.

But so crudely ? Feeling turned on by her ass filling her pants, by the idea of him ogling her ?

She had quickly shielded her mind against any more impure thought. Thinking about him lusting after her, and what next ? Exposing her breasts with very skimpy clothes like those poor girls on the campus ? Why not joining the cheerleaders and sleep with some random jock while she was at it.

Trying to arouse males by showing off her body (or in any other way for that matter) was haram, a sin in the eyes of Allah. She had to banish any pleasant feeling from that idea to stay that pure and innocent young woman she wanted to be.

And yet the feeling had rooted itself in a corner of her mind, and she couldn't deny that for a brief moment, she had felt aroused and hoped Nick was looking at her body…

From then on, it had only been downhill. Her lust, albeit weak compared to a regular person's, had been steadily growing and requiring more and more effort from her part to be kept at bay, which was frustrating given how good she usually was at it.

Some images had tried to pop into her mind, perverted images not to doubt, but her resolve was strong and her faith even more, she had managed to send them back to her subconscious.

She was pure. She was pious. She was faithful.

She would win.

Yet she had welcomed the lunch pause with relief. All this cleaning required lots of bending, crouching, pushing objects, and each time her clothes had felt tighter around her body. At some point she had even stopped to check if there wasn't something wrong with them, because she could have sworn part of her chest was exposed, or that the top of her ass was visible. But they always looked normal. Really odd.

In the lockers, she had felt a true pleasure when stripping, way more than a normal relief for getting out of tight clothes. She had almost wanted to keep going and take off her bra and underwear to be fully naked…

What was wrong with her ?! This was really starting to get worrying, even during her puberty she had never felt like this, so easy to turn on, her urges so persistant.

Her concerns had soared to another level when she had realised her panties were damp, a dark spot of wetness testifying of how horny she was. What the hell ? How could she…? This had never happened ! Was she seeing things ?

Without thinking, more like obeying to an instinct, she had pressed a finger against the spot and been rewarded by jolts of pleasure seizing her body. To her greatest shame, she had let out a small moan.

The temptation to masturbate had flown close, very dangerously close. It was only by an superhuman proof of will, tapping into her faith, that she had managed to slam her hands on the locker to take deep and long breaths to calm herself.

She would ignore that. She would ignore how for several seconds she had been anticipating the pleasure, trying to imagine what it would feel like to flick her clit and let go of all resistance, moan like a true slut and pump her fingers in and out of her juicy twat. No, that never happened, that couldn't have happened because she was nothing like that.

She had dressed up at the speed of light, shivering every time her fingers grazed against her sensitive skin, holding back whimpers when putting on her pants and feeling it hug her crotch and her ass. She had hurled out of the room to escape the scent of arousal permeating the atmosphere.

The ride down to the lobby had been an even greater ordeal. With Nick merely a few feet away from her, looking even more beautiful than usual (had he done something to his hairs ? Had he worked out ? Whatever it was, he looked really good), it was even harder to keep the reign of her imagination.

It was like his body wanted her to fantasise, but she had always been adamant about that. The only man she would ever have sex with would be her husband. Him and nobody else. To which of course, her subconscious retorted that maybe Nick was this man, after all, she had envisaged that idea multiple times since she knew him, and if he was then jumping on his cock right here and now would just be taking her due a bit early, wouldn't it ?

It was at this point that she had started to suspect that maybe something anormal was going on. Her grandmother had warned her multiple times about the danger of listening to the shayatin, the Demon who whisper in the ears of the weak-willed, and try to tempt them away from the light and purity of her god.

Well in a sense she wasn't so far from the truth.

She had let out a relieved sigh when the door had finally opened, allowing her to escape this stuffing atmosphere and this intoxicating scent that seemed to exacerbate her lust...

The hubbub of the cafeteria had been a providential help to distract her from this lust and clear her mind, making Nick go from "lover who would plunge his cock in her hungry cunt", to "potential boyfriend who knows".

For her, that was a victory. The triumph of faith over sin, of purity over darkness, of herself over temptation. The proof that she was strong, and would stay in the light of Allah forever and when her time would come he would welcome her in Heavens, and she would be so happy to have fought off today's desires.

Then she had bitten the sandwich.

It had been an explosion of flavours, like the purest most delicious and sumptuous ambrosia, the kind served in Heavens to the worthy. It felt like the first bite of food after fasting for a whole day, and she knew what she was talking about, which was strange considering it was a mere chicken sandwich. She even let out a small moan of appreciation. What the hell did they put in it to make it so amazing ?

She had tried to maintain the appearances, but every bite called for another, and every mouthful swallowed ignited her crotch a bit more. Under the layers of clothes, her sex was swollen and drenched, pulsing with a gentle need.

Before she had the occasion to realise what it was doing to her, she had eaten the whole thing, barely leaving crumbs.

And now, she was feeling the full strength of lust.

— Hey Samirah, are you feeling okay ?

Nick's tone was worried, but internally he was exulting. It worked ! There was no mistaking the expression on her face, the way she was squirming and panting, the scent of pussy she was waving off.

— Mmmr yes I…I'm fine, she managed to reply, clenching at the table. She leaned forward and her body spasmed while her cunt let out a splash of juice.

No no no no no no ! This was bad, this was so, so wrong. She was a good girl, virtuous and pure. She wasn't a slut drooling at the though of a cock and ready to bend over… to bend over… to… to show her luscious ass… her dripping pussy to men and women, desperately wanting them to fuck her long and hard…

Beads of sweet rolled on her forehead and she whined. She was completely lost, wanting to run away and at the same time **** to tear out her clothes and let Nick fuck her.

She wobblingly stood up, and asked in a hoarse voice if they could just head back.