Becca and Jay Begin their Plan of Attack

"You should have heard her, Jay. It was terrifying! She didn't even sound like a girl anymore. And her body, it's so much bigger! I just don't understand."

Jay sighed, "I don't either. This is strange, even for this type of thing. Still, the only thing we can do is hope the pendant works while we finish this monster off."

"I just hope it isn't too late. She's already changed so much! Ugh, it feels like this is all my fault...if I just hadn't taunted her..." Becca began to grow tearful again.

Jay watched the girl begin to sob for a few seconds, feeling utterly useless. Then, suddenly, he had the strongest impulse to do something he knew he probably shouldn't. Usually, he would have the strength to deny a silly little intrusive thought like this, but that strawberry scent was messing with his head.

Jay took Becca into his arms and hugged her as tight as he could, "it's not your fault. You're doing the best you can, and with any luck, you will save her."

He expected Becca to push him away and call him a freak. That was what was supposed to happen in the real world. Instead, the girl pulled him in close and sobbed on his shoulder. That smell of strawberries filled him completely, and he swooned.

After nearly a minute, Becca finally broke the hug. Jay marched off, doing his best to hide his throbbing erection. Luckily, he was back to having a four inches, so it wasn't too bad.

"Thanks...I really needed that."

"Of course!" Jay squeaked. "So, um, shall we begin?"

The plan was to spend the week covering as many rooms as possible. They didn't plan on hitting everything. The real goal was to squeeze the demon out. Then they would lure it into a trap at midnight on Saturday and unleash a banishment ritual. With any luck, that would be the end of it.

They set to work that day, always moving together. Luckily, the spells and charms Jay had cooked up, mostly repelled the demon's essence, leaving nothing but a slight, dull air of desire. Day by day, they cleared more and more rooms. Day by day, Rasha watched them and schemed.