The humble giantess.

Meanwhile, back at ‘Little Devil Escorts’…

Late hours into the night, the recreational floor of the business was full of activity. Several ladies sat in front of a television in the lounge watching a romance, Jen was serving drinks at the wet bar, several had decided to get into the hot tub to relax or swim in the pool.

“So… Wonder where Suzie had to go to.” Asked Felicia, playing with the olive in her drink before taking a sip.

“The Mistress was called away for a personal request, by Mr. Peters.” Answered Maggie, taking a sip of her own drink after being offered one by Jen. Nearby Urg continued to look mesmerised by the LED fountain decoration at the end of the bar, pawing at the flow of rainbow lights.

“Peters… Peters…Oh, I remember him!” Felecia called out, snapping her fingers. “Sweetheart that he is, bet he’s getting the night of his life!”

*

Gagged and tied to the bed naked, the man stared helplessly as the two demon women before him rough-fucked each other on the floor. He had no idea what was happening or why… Only that he couldn’t look away and his hard on wasn’t going down any time soon.

The massive serpentine creature coiled and wrapped herself around Susan, while the blue demoness straddled Vallar, grinding her nethers against her and using Vallar’s tail tip as a crude strap on as she shoved the tip into Vallar’s pussy and ground against it, forcing it deeper into the snake demoness.

“Y-you think... Huff... You can… Hmmph… Beat me?!” Moaned and panted the Vanity demon, her eyes still glaring into Susan’s, but her face was flushed with arousal, and her eyes were becoming less focused by the minute. “I… Ah… I’m vanity incarnate! I Ahhhhh…”

Biting the snake woman’s shoulder and pinning her four arms to the carpeted floor, Susan increased her grinding against Vallar’s sensitive areas. “SHUT UP BITCH! YOU’RE GONNA SEE HOW WORTHLESS YOU ARE!” Letting go of the demoness’s arms briefly, Susan hefted one of Vallar’s tits to bite down on her stiff nipple, making the vanity demon cry out and lol her head back when Susan began licking the stiff nub and work her way back up, sucking on Vallar’s scales and leaving several hickies in the process.

“YOU WANT ME TO BE A QUEEN? AN EMPRESS?” Susan roared in Vallar’s face, the two tumbling across the floor until Susan ended up on top again. “THEN MAYBE I SHOULD MAKE YOU MY FIRST FUCK SLAVE! Seeing Vallar’s eyes flutter, Susan focussed on that, goading on the vanity demon’s ego while assaulting her flesh with intense pleasure. “MAYBE I SHOULD MAKE YOU MY PERSONAL HOOF LICKER, HMM?”

“Wha… What are…”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” Grabbing Vallar’s tail tip she drove it deeper into Vallar’s nethers, making the snake moan loader. “I DIDN’T GIVE MY FUCK PET THE PRIVELEAGE TO SPEAK! THAT MOUTH SHOULD BE DOING OTHER THINGS!” Pulling her into a rough kiss, Vallar was slowly losing her resolve, to overwhelmed in the moment, a moment Susan was trying to heighten to break the demoness. Spinning around, she shoved her pussy into Vallar’s face while pumping her tail repeatedly into her sopping pussy. “CLEAN ME PEASANT!” Gripping Susan’s powerful thighs with all four of her hands, Vallar had no choice but to lick and suck between Susan’s legs, her serpentine body thrashed and coiled from overstimulation. Eventually Vallar went rigid and arched her back, keening out loud after Susan had made her breakdown and spray out in release. At that moment when Vallar’s mental defenses had collapsed, Susan pulled in every ounce of essence she had.

What the man on the bed saw only made him throb harder as Susan let loose a guttural moan, her muscles throbbing larger as her body lurched and grew bigger by the second, the glow in her eyes increased in intensity until it seemed like her eyes were a pair of tiny suns. Her breasts, impressive bountiful orbs before, swelled larger and fuller off her heaving chest, easily matching the size of her head and still they grew. Her thighs grew stout with muscle as her hips creaked wider, her waist remaining narrow and sporting solid abdominal muscles that bunched along with her arms and legs. Yawning her mouth open with her moan, Susan’s incisors grew to points, giving her fanged teeth. Then other changes occurred. At the base of her spine a tail began to sprout above her heart-shaped rear, rapidly growing longer and thicker until it was as solid as her arm and as long as she was tall, knocking over a couple of paintings as it thrashed from the sensation.

Scratching at her scalp, Susan groaned when a new pair of horns sprouted from the sides of her skull. Growing out from the hoops of her first pair of ram’s horns until it looked as if the one pair wrapped around the other, the new pair of foot long horns growing out straight until their ends pointed upwards. For Susan it felt just like when she defeated Darrius, the flood of power from so many souls Vallar had spoiled and drained flowed into Susan, the sexual essence of hundreds if not thousands ruined by the snake now mingled with her own. Collapsing to her hands and knees, Susan swooned and panted from the experience. Looking down, her golden glowing eyes looked down at the crawling worm trying to escape and smirked, snatching Vallar up in her two fingers and dangling the vanity demon up to see her eye to eye.

“You bitch! I’m ruined! Do you even know how long it took to acquire that much power? When I get back to Hell, I am going to personally ruin your…”

“Be… Quiet!” The voice echoed throughout the entire room and yacht, making the tiny snake coil around itself in fright and the man gagged on the bed to groan with arousal. “How DARE you use my love for Reed against me, perhaps the vanity demon needs a lesson in humility, yes?” Getting up to her cloven feet, Susan was forced to lean low just to fit her 12-foot-tall frame in the 10-foot-tall room. Stepping towards the adjacent washroom, Susan opened the door and pulled up the lid to the toilet. Vallar struggling impotently to escape her fate. “I’m tired of these little distractions Mephisto keeps bringing to my doorstep, tell your master if he sends another demon to try and turn me, I’ll be coming for him next.”

“No, not that! I’ll do anything!”

“Course you will… A little advice Vallar, sometimes you have to crawl through a lot of SHIT before you find something beautiful.” Dropping the tiny snake into the toilet, Susan flushed and turned back to Mr. Peters on the bed. Falling to her knees to give herself more room, Susan undid the straps of cloth binding the man’s hands and feet to the bed and undid the gag in his mouth. “Sorry about all this, personal stuff, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way.” As soon as he was free, Susan was taken back when he suddenly leapt and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her stomach and lower cleavage. “My queen, my GODDESS! I’ll do whatever you please, you're beautiful, I’ll always be yours!” Rolling her glowing eyes when she realised the room was still pungent with her lust inducing pheromones. Susan looked over to the side of the trashed room and found the man’s clothes, tossing to the the man for him to make himself presentable. “Yes, I get it, I’m amazing, just don’t make another statue of me… The last one was too much.” Nodding in thanks, the pharmaceutical CEO had finished making himself clothed when he realised something and scrambled out the bedroom door. “Sherry? Sherry!” Poking her head out with some difficulty, Susan crawled her way down the hall of the yacht to find Peters outside on the rear deck of his ship.

It was there she found out why. Her wheelchair locked at the center of the deck, the man’s disabled daughter stared out into the night braying out an unintelligible sound until her father had finally arrived to take up her vision, her lop-sided look of distress turning to a drooling grin as she flailed her useless arms happily. Finally, free of the interior of the vessel, Susan stretched at her full height and joined the two at the aft deck, kneeling to rest on her knees and look down at the poor girl, even on her knees she towered over the two.

“So… THIS is your daughter, hello sweetheart, what’s your name?”

“Her name’s Sherry… Thank goodness she’s alright!”

“Yes, thank goodness for that.” Smiling down at the two, Susan had gotten an idea, feeling the man had gone through enough for one night, she decided to be generous. Gently separating the man from his daughter, Susan had combed a finger through Sherry’s hair and kissed her on the forehead. The moment she did, she poured a tiny bit of her spare essence into the young woman. The results were incredible!

Every bone in the girl’s body creaked and cracked, realigning within seconds. Though as painful as the act appeared, the girl only giggled from the sensation as her slack jaw quickly slapped shut. Pale, blotched, bedsore riddled skin began to take on a healthy tone, muscles left atrophied and useless for decades sprung to life, growing definition and filling out her body. Womanly curves formed on the paper-thin girl’s frame as her dress protested to contain them, the top button popping open to give her chest more room while the stitching at the skirt burst to give room to her new hips. Chestnut coloured hair filled out and flowed behind her back and down her shoulder just as Susan pulled away with a ‘mwah.’ Blinking with sharp, alert eyes, Sherry looked down at her hands and flexed her fingers, gripping the stirrups of her wheelchair and slowly getting up shakily on her feet before falling into the arms of her father.

“Daddy?”

“Sherry?”

Hugging each other tightly, the father and daughter laughed and cried at the sudden transformation in the young woman as Sherry looked around her surroundings as if for the first time, the sever damage to her tumor ridden mind completely healed. Only to stop stunned looking up at the demur demoness wrapping an arm around her chest and naval to cover herself. Her fanged lips in an embarrassed smiled. “Uhm… Hi, you two wouldn’t happen to have anything in my size, would you?”

Looking around, the pair looked up at the large tube kite that fluttered from the flag post of the yacht. looking up at the orange fabric tube with the Marko Pharmaceutical logo on it, Susan sighed.

*

“Oh hey, Suzie’s back!” Chirped Janet as she noticed the elevator open, the moment it did, she and a few other succubae dropped their drinks on the floor when the 12 foot tall demoness pulled herself free of the cramped space to stand to her full height, wearing a neon orange tube dress with the Marco pharmaceuticals logo stamped at her left hip. Stunned and shocked, the rest of the succubae gathered to see the giantess that was their mistress pose with a hand to her hip and looking up at the ceiling with annoyance.

“Uhm, that looks good on you.”

“Shut it Jan…”