Flight

In an instant, the suit returns, its tough material tightly hugging your curves. It begins from where it vanished, your groin and nipples, briefly giving the appearance of a small black bikini before expanding out over your entire lower body. You don't know who this woman is, but her blue skin and hooves suggest a demonic influence, and you're not willing to take any chances.

"I don't know who you are, but it'd probably be best if you left me alone!" Your voice echoes around the room, and she almost appears to visibly wince at your response.

"Come now dear, no need for that. We can be civil, after all. Just settle down and sleep." The instant her last word escapes her lips, heavily layered with a drowsiness spell, you feel your eyelids drooping, limbs becoming heavier. Similarly quickly, the succubus teleports behind you, her sharp fingernails arcing down. Your mind was thinking only about running away, and your reflexes slowed by your sluggish state, the latex barrier does not stop her hand in time, the nails digging deep into your flesh and causing you to recoil slightly in pain. The last thing you feel is a potent aphrodisiac flooding your veins, the space between your legs flooding with warmth and wetness, before the sleeping agent also kicks in and you black out entirely.

When you wake up, you're laying in the middle of the room, an intense fire of arousal coursing through your veins. The woman is gone, and everything is completely dark, but as you open your eyes you feel the latex slowly peel back from where it had covered your entire body. Your eyes immediately land on a small piece of paper that was laid on your chest, and through heavy breaths you manage to read a note, written with bright blue ink and in a flourishing cursive font.

Hello dear,

If you're reading this, you're awake, and likely quite horny! Without the antidote, that aphrodisiac of mine is going to give you quite the good time. Let's make a deal- you come join me in my office, where I'll be waiting, I'll do a test or two, and then I'll give you the antidote and let you leave. Unharmed, I promise, and unchanged, unless you want otherwise. I've never seen someone with that level of control over that substance, and I'd love to help test its limits.

-D

The final letter of the note takes up almost half the page, elaborate and curvaceous, but by the time you finish reading the letter, the latex has subconsciously peeled away from your groin entirely, revealing a sight you genuinely don't recognize. Your labia extends significantly past the rest of your skin, engorged and visibly throbbing with arousal, a steady stream of fluid escaping to slide down your inner thighs. While you were promised a cure, you don't know whether to trust the demon that caused this, or just give in now.