To Be Damned by Hypocrisy

James Smith was terrified like everyone else trapped in glass capsules with various unknown fluids all the way up to his neck and a breathing apparatus covering his mouth. But there was another emotion, and one he hadn't felt for a long time: Guilt. He refused to acknowledge it, and his brain came up with the usual litany of excuses it always did whenever his mind felt doubt. But on some level, he knew that everyone, including himself, was here because of his own poor decisions. That this demon was here because he had made a bad decision, and she found it so amusing, that she chose to kidnap them as a group so as to torment them as part of this sick game.

"At a respectable 42.55% of the vote, we have a winner for Fallen Angel." The demon bellowed while various hidden contraptions got to work once again.

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Before Smith could react to the choice chosen, his capsule turned to lay flat, and all the various fluids caked every millimeter of his being. The tell tale sound of an electric charge entering the fluids came once again, and he felt the most confusing mix of emotions, sensations, and so on he ever had before. On one hand, there was a very perverse pleasure from the changes happening to his body, but on the other hand, he could feel an empty void at the center of his being. A longing for something lost that he would do anything, no matter how humiliating and degrading to his sense of self it was, to fill. That void grew at the same time as the perverse pleasure, from Smith feeling their body become...

...a Fallen Angel. This wasn't one from the Bible, or any other religious text, but they were once a being of pure good that had done something so horrific in the eyes of heaven that she was kicked out. This realization, plus something growing from her back, made capsule was even more confining than it already was. It was in that moment that her capsule launched from its position to a place behind curtains, but this time, the demon let Smith exit herself. She erupted from the capsule, the glass shattering all the place as her wings unfolded. The wings were black as night, and stretched from her body so far that they were longer than she was tall.

There was that word, "she," entering Smith's brain. As she put on a medical gown offered by the demon, and walked to the closet, that thought over her new gender invaded her mind. She was not a man, or even a human being, any longer. Her form may have resembled a human woman, and the mirrors in the closet confirmed it, but she wasn't a human. Even naked, she felt separate from the humans she was once a part of, and worse, had a strange desire for those humans. The sort of forbidden desire she wasn't supposed to feel, but that had wormed its way into the very core of her being. It was to the point that she loved how the simple robe she wore clung to her body in an erotic fashion, and that she wore no underwear underneath it.

When Smith went back out of the closet to join everyone else who was seated, she saw everyone stop what they were doing to look at her. That now pleased her, but for all the wrong reasons, as an angel like her shouldn't enjoy their gaze. And yet...

If Austin White had ever felt more terrified in his life before, he couldn't remember it. He had never been exposed to treatment like this, and the closest he got was watching horror movies with some frat friends of his in college. None of that compared to the horrors of damnation he had seen, or a demon that had the ability to transform him against his will, among countless other abilities. Every decision he had made in life up to that point had to be re-evaluated, now that knew that not only did Hell exist, but it very much had a place for people like him, and there was no priest to confess his sins to.

"With a resounding 54% of the vote, we have a clear winner in Bimbo Secretary!" The demon announced while, once again, various contraptions did their work.

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The fluids flooded over Austin, soon followed by the crackle of an electric charge activating the transformation in his capsule. There was no flood of additional memories, no hints at how to properly be a secretary, or how to avoid the worst effects. All he had was the sensation of his body being warped to fit someone else's needs... the way he had thoughtlessly suggested hundreds of times when making jokes about plastic surgery, liposuction, or diet **** to women. Rather than this causing him to have some grand realization about his bad behavior, it only caused more terror and helplessness.

When Austin's capsule was launched towards the curtained off area, he hadn't learned a single lesson. He was too narcissistic to understand how he hurt those around him, and too sexist to appreciate how his treatment of women was being reflected back at him. All he had was a stew of fear and resentment that had nowhere to go. When the demon grabbed him from the capsule, his body had changed to that of a golden blonde bombshell, with massive tits, and a ludicrous hourglass body shape.

"Go there to change, and try to get it together Austin," the demon said. "Your buddies aren't here to bail you out again."

Hailey was mad at herself. She had gotten into the dumbest fucking argument ever with Cameron because the latter dared to wear pants. This transformation sucked, because it was like a habit, and if she didn't consciously stop herself from indulging it, she would get into yet another stupid argument because of another girl choosing to wear masculine clothing, or otherwise look like a tomboy. It made her feel like a sexist asshole that judged women for making their own damn decisions, which were the very people she had tried to avoid being.

The oni that used to be Zachary, and who now went by Z, had stopped that conversation in its tracks. That Noah was now a slime girl had made her realize how strange things could get, but the oni cemented it. Her sheer presence had a way of getting everyone to shut up and calm down, like a bouncer that could calm down a roudy crowd with little more than a glare. Z wasn't roided out like a bodybuilder, but even a cursory glance showed the immense level of strength she possessed, and the thinking pose she adopted upon sitting down reminded everyone of how big her hands were. This was someone who could kill them without blinking, and would, judging by the tattoos all over body that referenced ****, or various kinds of monsters from history.

Next was... well, Hailey couldn't tell, because the being that next came out of the closet was not meant to be seen by human beings. Outside of the wings, she kind of looked like a super model, with how tall she was, her platinum blonde hair that was close to being white, and flawless, pale white skin. Even the simple robe she wore contributed to that, as the simple clothing did a great job of accentuating her body's form. However, besides having unusually large breasts for that kind of build, this woman had long, black wings sprouting from her back, although some of the feathers were an ash like grey. And her eyes... Hailey wouldn't dare look into them, or even at them if she could avoid it, because it felt like eyes that saw your sins. While Hailey didn't believe in that kind of thing, she now wondered whether she had just seen an angel.

By contrast, it was trivial for Hailey to figure out who the final contestant out of the closet was. Sure, the woman looked like a perv's idea of a secretary, with massive breasts and an impossible hourglass shape, but she barely could walk in her heels and her face was the scowl of a business executive having to do real work. Austin White had been given the body of some kind of bimbo, and had no idea what she was doing. It got to the point where Hailey sighed, got up with Cameron, and went to drag Austin to where they were sitting. It took far longer than it should have, and involved a lot of screaming at Austin whenever they whined about walking in heels again, but they finally got her to the meeting area with everyone else.

Once everyone was seated, Hailey noticed the demon approaching the group, and also that there was one last capsule that hadn't transformed its occupant yet.

"Guys, where's Felix?" Cameron asked.

"I wouldn't worry about that dear," the demon said while walking over to the group. "You'll be helping him become a better master soon."