The Guy In The Hallway

With a flash of devilish inspiration, you remember the Jameson boy you left flat out in the hallway. An easy meal for your new creation, you think to yourself. Dani looks up at you from her position on all fours, those flawless emerald eyes seemingly boring into your head. It's all you can do to resist ramming her up against the wall and spending a few more hours pounding into her, but you hold back; you would both enjoy that, but your creation needs to feed.

Stepping out into the hallway (the Dani-demon rolls onto her back and frigs her engorged, oversized clit mercilessly as she watches you leave) you find Ted Jameson right where you left him, still deeply ****. You drag him into Dani's flat, and tell Dani of your plan. She smiles at you, pointed teeth glittering, as you make your way towards the cupboard door.

Dani's blood-red form shimmers and changes. Her horns and wings contract and shrink into her body; her massive, oversized tits shrivel back (not much, though; even in life Dani was extraordinarily well endowed); her blood shifts its hue to a more normal, pale skin tone. Dani grabs some of her black lace and leather based clothes (she always did tend towards a Goth outlook, you think to yourself) and dresses. Even in her human, form, however, most of her clothes fit far better than they did before, her figure still perfect. Finally, she goes and fetches a glass of water, and carefully drips some onto Ted's head.

Ted splutters and wakes. "What the fuck? Where did that fucking thing go? What is... huh?" he says as his brow furrows. "Where am I?"
Dani shrugs. Obviously she still cannot speak.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Never were any use for... hold on a minute. What happened to you?"
Dani decides to go for broke and stands up, stepping away from Jameson. Looking him straight in the eye (and over his shoulder, directly at you) she begins to carefully and slowly strip out of her clothes. First she runs her hands over her waist, hips and thighs, emphasising the curves of her newly-hourglass figure. She turns away from Ted, running her hand over a shapely shoulder blade, before teasingly sliding the strap of her dress over and past her shoulder. The other follows, and then Dani turns, only her fingers keeping the fabric covering her round, full breasts.

While Jameson continues to sit goggling on the floor at the vision of sexual magnificence before him, you develop the feeling that Dani is putting this show on as much for you as for her hapless audience. You wonder if Dani's adoration for you has somehow survived her demonic transformation.

Either way, both you and Jameson watch in utter fascination as Dani slides the lacy camisole top over her extraordinary tits. Suddenly Jameson leaps at her, grabbing her shoulders clumsily and attempting to paw at her breasts. You shake your head in amusement; the pathetic mortal has no style whatsoever. Ah well, it will not be an issue much longer.

You wonder what her next move will be.