Transform Aaralon.

Tar'oth inspects her new pet, he looks at her obediently.

"Lie down on the floor," she said wickedly.

"Yes mistress,"

Tar'oth conjured two massive rocks--well large for her size, they were about the several sizes larger than Aaralon's fist; they weighed a couple pounds each. She pushed each rock near Aaralon's left and right hands, which laid stretched out.

"Gasp each of them Aaralon," she said, turning around.

Aaralon took each rock in with his hands and gripped them tightly. The imp quickly removed the remaining scraps of Aaralon's clothes.

"Alright Aaralon, when I say so, I want you to rub the stones you have over your chest; until then, just stay like you are," she smiled.

The imp de-robed and approached Aaralon's throbbing dick. She could see tiny veins coursing and surging with the beat of his heart. She ran her delicate hands over his manhood and kissed it gently. She quietly impaled her tiny body over Aaralon's narrow Dick.

Aaralon groaned at Tar'oth's tightness but remained unmoving.

"Thrust into me when I give you the order to place the stones, but not until then," she half-moaned.

Using her long legs, Tar'oth managed to propel herself up and down Aaralon's shaft, projecting sweet moans from Tar'oth's tiny lungs. Her tiny body produced large amounts of natural lubricant and drenched Aaralon's cock in a black runny mucus, which quickly creeped over his lower pelvis.

"Alright!" Tar'oth managed to moan out.

"I'll.. ugh!! Be coooommming soon!" she panted.

Aaralon carefully took each stone and rubbed them over his chest as he began to thrust into her tiny body.

"Yesss!" she moaned.

Tar'oth quietly began to chant, every thrust caused her to squeal, yet she managed to maintain focus. The stones in Aaralon's hands emanated light, and Tar'oth could feel her body tensing.

"Fuck me Aaralon! Fill me with your human juices!" she moaned.

The inexperienced mage quickly came into her, releasing a heavy load of white sperm into her, she responded with a fierce orgasm, screaming his name. Aaralon began to push hard on the stones subconsciously, he **** them into his chest.

Tar'oth finished wailing. It was done.

"Phew... that was good, I haven't had that feeling in a while," she sighed.

She hopped off Aaralon's limp penis with a plop and inspected her servant. He remained unnoticeably changed.

Tar'oth snapped her fingers and Aaralon's exhausted body began to spasm. He looked down at his mistress confused. Then it happened.

The two stones emerged from his chest, followed by muscles all over his body, soon, he was the most well-built man in existence. His chest struck outward, contain 3 muscles on each breast, he was ripped with 10 abs confined to his lower chest. His legs were overwhelmed by muscles, his knees were consumed with new flesh.

Aaralon looked at his new body astonishingly, but before he could even admire it in a mirror, Tar'oth snapped her fingers again.

That was the end of Aaralon's humanity, thick red scales wrought from his back, this time Aaralon screamed in excruciating pain. The scales plated his back and armored his spine, his skin became a blood red almost instantaneously, his shape became more defined: his jaw and shoulders sharpened; finally, his flaccid penis grew 6 inches, leaving him with a 10 inch penis unaroused.

"The ritual worked perfectly," Tar'oth smiled and patted Aaralon on his head.

Aaralon's conscious thoughts were simplified. He didn't even have the will to ask her what she did to him, all that mattered to him was pleasing her agenda.

"Alright Aara--wait I can't call you that anymore. Aaralon, you shall be known as: Tar'mora," the imp grinned.

"As your first act as my ****; I command you to enslave a girl that you know personally, one you desire in your dreams," the imp cackled aloud, "This will prove to me you are my servant and are not playing along in hopes of fooling me,"

"Yes Mistress," Aaralon groaned in a now deep and sinister howl.

The new demon stood up, he was amazed to find he could not walk standing up. The weight of his upper body **** him to walk in a slouch. His massive body caused him to make audible stomps on the uncarpeted floor. Aaralon hadn't noticed a long thin tail swishing with each step.

Tar'mora managed to keep his movement at a minimum, preventing anyone from hearing him from far away.

Tar knew of just the person to convince Tar'oth: Jessica. She was in the dorm across from his, and they knew each other very well, Aaralon often dreamt of her slim figure intertwined with his.

Yet it was class time now, she would be in Alchemy 107. Alchemy 2 was a small class, since most dropped out in the second semester of Alchemy 1.

Tar'mora could feel demon energy coursing through his body, he was powerful no doubt. Yet he was inexperienced and unaware of his capacity. Aaralon's feeble mind couldn't comprehend what might happen if he would to return empty handed, so he needed to enslave Jessica soon.

Tar debated wether to ambush her when she least suspected it or to just charge into the class and crush all who stand in his way. Perhaps he would get extra attention from Tar'oth if he brought more than just Jessica to serve her.

Tar'mora's mind began to fail, so he decided to just rush the weaklings. Alchemists were not fighters.

That was Tar's last coherent thought as he scampered to room 107. Walking was too cumbersome for Tar, so he resorted to running on all fours.

While the hall was not completely clear of students, it was clear enough for the massive demon to travel unnoticed. He rounded a corner and came to his destination.

"For today's class we'll be experimenting with mixtures involving steel-bloom wildflowers and serpentine-stones. The combination of these two substances have intriguing effects when you mix different amounts,"

The young professor turned about and scribbled on the blackboard.

Jessica was sitting back in her seat, relaxed. She had already read about the subject and could play with her shoulder-length pink while she watched her five other classmates take notes.

Jessica let her thoughts drift and she found herself thinking about him again. She hadn't seen Aaralon for almost 3 days now and it worried her. He had vanished without the slightest hint he was even going anywhere. She often thought about him at night and confided with her girl-friends about him. It was very odd of him to just disappear.

Her thoughts strayed further, and she imagined herself kissing him goodnight in her favorite long-silk dress. She was awakened by her professor tapping her on the head with a yard stick.

"Jessicaaaa," the blonde said.

"Ohh yess sorry," she replied disoritently.

"We're going to start experimenting, it looks like you were asleep! Please, go to the sink and grab some vials, your peers have already begun!" she scolded.

Jessica stood up and walked to the sink, which was in a room connected with 107, she walked to the sink and began to rinse out some vials, a small candle illuminated the narrow room.

Simultaneously, the candle went out as the wooden door shut tightly.

"What the?" Jessica jumped, it was now pitch black in the room.

Aaralon made his move, he searched deep within himself and spoke to Jessica in his human voice,

"Hello Jessica,"

"Aaralon!? Is this where you've been? Don't scare me like this!" Jessica was relieved and relaxed her shoulders.

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you,"

"See...me...?" she almost melted.

"I wanted to tell you something," he whispered.

She could hear and feel Aaralon approach her, then he kissed her. Powerful lips locked around hers and she was lost in bliss. Her hands dangled at her sides and she kissed back forcefully. After sharing their tongues, she attempted to place her hands around his ass.

Except his ass was nothing like she had ever felt before, it was as if his ass was made of iron and steel. Hot iron and steel, it felt like she was touching bare flesh!

"Umm Aaralon... are you naked or something?" she whispered embarrassingly.

Tar'mora reached out and pulled her tight, with inhuman strength she was within his snarling stomach.

Jessica's once calm attitude evaporated and she was stricken with fear. Whatever was holding her was not human. It wasn't Aaralon.

She started to scream, but was silenced with an overpowering kiss. The demon's magnitude **** her into the corner and he pushed her onto her ass.

Tar'mora's distinct claws slashed her uniform sweater and top into smithereens. She attempted to scream again as the frost touched her skin. Her lacy white bra was quickly disintegrated and her mouth preoccupied again.

Tar'mora's free hand descended into her panties and began to fondle her dampening clit. Her legs involuntarily split and he was given access to her entirely. Jessica was overtaken with inexperienced emotion, and she writhed and moaned willingly with the demon's touch. Mora was given the innate ability to pleasure after Tar'oth transformed him. He now caused Jessica to go wild with his touch. Aaralon's fingers enveloped the bead snuggled in her and ran his fingers around it, rubbing her extremely sensitive pink skin.

Tar'mora no longer needed to control her. She had succumbed to the toxins in his saliva and to the powerful feelings he generated with his hands. She pulled him close with her legs and slid her skirt and panties down for him. Somehow, she imagined that it was truly Aaralon doing this to her, and couldn't stop herself.

Tar'mora's dick was already hard. An inhuman 15 inch cock gazed down at her pussy lips. She could sense its arrival and moaned his name,

"Please, Aaralon, fuck me,"

Her vaginal lips were spread completely, allowing for easy entrance. Aaralon entered her hard, breaking her virginity in a single swing. She began to cry in pain, but Aaralon soothed her with his touch.

She welcomed him again, and brought her legs around his ass.

He started mercilessly slow, but Jessica immediately wanted more. The small room was filled with squishing and gushing noises as Aaralon's enormous dick pounded her.

Jessica moaned and screamed, "God! I'm coming! Fill me! I need your meat in me completely!"

Aaralon obliged and continued to enter more and more of his cock into her, until no more would fit. Her walls clamped down and Aaralon began to eat her breasts. She screamed a final time,

"Oh fuck it's soo goood! Don't stop! We can't stop! I need---ughhfffhyesss!"

Aaralon made a final thrust and they both came. Aaralon began to continue pounding her as she felt a massive surge of liquid enter her. She felt rope after rope of cum fill her, and another orgasm reverberated throughout her as Aaralon thrusted just at her g-spot. Aaralon filled her completely and thick tar dripped from her pussy and left breast.

"Jessica! Are you in there!" someone called.

Light swarmed the room as two students and the professor opened the door to the sink. Tar'mora withdrew from Jessica's steaming cunt and stared into the frightened eyes of the humans.