You feel the hunger hit you immediately as you eye up David.

A gnawing emptiness claws at your stomach, unlike any hunger you've ever experienced. It's immediate, primal, and overwhelming. Your gaze fixes on David, still frozen in the doorway, and suddenly you understand exactly what your body needs.

"What... what the fuck just happened to you?" David stammers, his eyes wide as they travel over your transformed body—the curved horns sprouting from your head, the leathery wings now folded against your back, the glistening crimson skin, and the perfectly proportioned hourglass figure you designed yourself.

"I'm... hungry," you reply, your voice a seductive purr that surprises even you. The words form naturally in your throat, dripping with dark honey. You can sense something new—an awareness of David's energy, his vitality, his essence. It calls to you like a beacon.

"Hungry?" David repeats, his back pressed against the doorframe. His pulse visibly hammers at his throat, a delicious rhythm that makes your mouth water. "Matt, what the hell happened to you? Is this some kind of prank? The horns look... real."

"Not Matt anymore," you correct him, sliding off the bed with unexpected grace despite your new hooved feet. They click softly against the hardwood floor as you approach him. "Mia now. And this is very real."

David's fear mingles with something else—a growing arousal he can't conceal. You can smell it on him, a heady scent that intensifies your hunger. Your new instincts guide you, teaching you how to move your transformed body to maximum effect. Your hips sway hypnotically, your wings unfurling slightly behind you in a display that's both threatening and erotic.

"You should be scared," you murmur, closing the distance between you. "But you're not, are you? Not entirely."

His breath catches as you reach him. "I don't understand what's happening," he whispers, but he doesn't move away. His eyes keep drifting to your perfect breasts, to the curve of your waist, to the alien yet alluring features of your face.

"I'm what happens when you play with strange apps," you say, placing a hand on his chest. You can feel his heart racing beneath your palm. "And now I need to feed."

"Feed?" There's a tremor in his voice, but his pupils dilate with unmistakable desire.

You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear. "I need what you can give me, David. What every man can give me. It's the only thing that will satisfy this hunger."

Understanding dawns in his eyes, followed by a flush of color across his cheeks. "You're saying you need..."

"Yes," you breathe, your forked tongue flicking out to trace the shell of his ear. "Exactly that."