Luroon's Personal Tailor

Luroon carried Rugsby through a small doorway. Actually, the doorway wasn't all that small, but compared to the grand stone doors that guarded the way into most other rooms in Luroon's palace, this one was rather humble. Inside were rows upon rows of mannequins, all of them sporting elegant and suggestive outfits in a broad array of different styles. A lesser demon was busy stitching some lace onto a daring nightgown. She yelped with surprise when she turned to grab some more thread and saw Luroon standing there with a mortal slung over her shoulder.

"Mistress! How unexpected! You don't usually visit me in person. How may I be of service to you? Do you need an outfit for that... whatever that is?"

Luroon nodded and dropped Rugsby to the floor. He grunted with pain, still shaken up from his fall down the stairs, but shakily managed to get to his feet.

"As a matter of fact, I do. I was actually curious about the special piece you were working on. You said that it would 'elevate any fuckpet from ordinary to bewitching' if I recall."

The lesser demoness nervously eyed the muscled, hairy mad who was currently digging into his ear with his pinkie.

"There are... limits, my Mistress. But if that's your desire, then I'll bring it out at once." She hurried into an adjoining room, rushing back out in only a brief moment with the promised garment.

It was a delicate pink lace bustier, complete with garterbelt and stockings. Even without someone wearing it, the lingerie was alluring. You could picture how it would hug the curves, framing the body of the wearer and bringing out their true beauty. The workmanship was truly astounding - even someone like Rugsby could tell that it was the creation of a master. To Luroon, that was simply a matter of course - she didn't employ craftsman who produced anything less than utter perfection.

Rugsby looked over at Luroon, puzzled.

"That's, uh... That's real nice an' all, but those're lady drawers. I don't know what you think I'm gonna do with 'em."

Luroon shook her head. He certainly didn't have much of an imagination.

"Look closer. This version doesn't have room for breasts. It's designed for males."

The tailor grabbed a tape measure. She looked back and forth between Rugsby and the lingerie, a hint of despair creeping across her face.

"I'll... start taking measurements so I can do the alterations. I'll make it work for him... somehow."

Luroon held up her hand, stopping her before she could start.

"Nonsense! This is quality work; There's no point in ruining it. We'll make alterations, but they'll be to him."

Luroon lashed out, grabbing Rugsby's filthy, tattered outfit and tearing it to shreds. He shouted with alarm and tried to run, but she slammed him against the wall. She surveyed his naked body, trying to decide where to start first. It wasn't much to look an now, but she'd turn it into every bit as much a work of art as the bustier.

"For starters, let's get rid of all this hair. Body hair can work, but not for this." Luroon's hands heated up. Rugsby's arms felt like they were burning where they touched her palms, and the heat started to spread throughout his body. His hair started to fall from his body, leaving smooth skin behind. Even his scruffy beard dropped to the floor. The hair on his head was all that was left.

He couldn't even speak, too distracted by the pain and confusion to react, but Luroon wasn't done yet.

"And of course, the shape is a problem. You'll need to be SO much slimmer." She started running her burning hands across his body. Wherever she touched, fat, muscle, and skin shrank and pulled inward, leaving him slender and soft-looking.

"Hmm... Good, but you still need a few tweaks here and there. There is such a thing as being TOO slim. And that rough face won't do." She kept going, making him shapelier around the hips and thighs. She even reshaped his rear, making it puffier and rounder. Finally she ran her fingers across his face, making his features look delicate and feminine. She stepped back and looked at him thoughtfully.

"Almost... but THAT won't do. Your cock is decently sized for a mortal, but you can't fit into the panties like that." She massaged his cock and balls, and they shrank into a pathetic, girly little package. The stimulation gave him an erection, but as he was now he was smaller erect than he had been flaccid just a minute earlier.

Luroon clapped her hands with satisfaction.

"Perfect! Now, let's get you into your new favorite outfit."