Nia is Changed

“We not only protect our own, but when we commit to it. It protects us as well.” Stepping away from Nia, Bitch smiled to herself.

Slowly her body appeared to smoothly shift into a perfectly proportioned figure of a human woman. Her breasts reduced to two G cups, her hips and ass wobbled desirously, and Bitch smiled as her memories came back to her from the Idol’s abyss.

How foolish she had been in her past, so many people not fucked, so many sins uncommited. Throwing her glossy blonde hair over a shoulder she pulled Tasha’s head to her now human nipple and nourished her fellow demon.

As Tia pulled Tasha into her muffled mouth in orgasmic delight, Darryl’s teeth quickly and violently ripped into, and tore free Tia’s breasts, flinging the blood splattering flesh to each side as the wounds he left quickly healed and twisted. Clenching the raw, developing tits, Darryl and the trio of newly created wolf harlots howled out in delight, the pack calling back welcomingly as another soul was expelled to the Idol’s realm. Their body fully transformed and commited to its legion.

As Darryl pulled out of Tia, Tasha stood up encasing herself in a glamour, shortly followed by Tia.

Looking to each other they all smiled before walking back in to the hotel past Nia. All as younger, more attractive, naked hypersexualized versions of themselves. There were still guests to see. Some encased in deep sexual dreams, oblivious to the corruption spreading around them.

Others succumbing mindlessly to the strengthening aura and miasma of the Idol’s sanctifying grounds.

“Good night.” Tasha and Tia almost mockingly seemed to salute as they returned inside, possibly for a fuck or two more before getting dressed.

After all, their shifts were almost over. And the Idol couldn’t have too many staff and guests turn up in missing person reports.

Darryl meanwhile got up and confidently strutted over to Nia on all fours. “Don’t worry, we all aren’t leaving.”

Turning his head to sniff into the air the first bird calls of a new morning slowly began to chirp into place. The dawn would be here soon. Stalking off along the back of the property Darryl set about doing what he came here to do to begin with.

One last patrol for the night. The grounds were thoroughly the Idol’s after all the souls consumed during the night. To outsiders their attention was either drawn to or away from looking towards the suburban hotel, any changes in architecture or layout of the grounds casually dismissed as things not previously noticed. Those finding their attention drawn to the hotel being drawn by the Idol's influence passively, while all others passed by unaware.

The staff who had join the Idol through the afternoon and evening prepared for their daytime counterparts, eager to induct them into their new roles before going home late from work to let their loved ones know just how okay they were.

Nia sobbed on the asphalt feeling alone. Her will weighing on her as she contemplated what to do, Bitch’s advice imprinted upon her mind with more pressure. Nia’s desire to be able to revert to her old self lowering her guard, as her hands began to feel all over her body.

The sobs slowed, the distress dissipating as Nia began to lose herself in just how good her new touch felt. Gasping, moaning, licking and biting her lips, panting.

She groped and fondled her firm handfuls of breast, the only emotional response to the sharp claws penetrating cloth yet not skin an unnatural relief.

Ripping the shirt free and discarding the tatters she excitedly spilled her breasts over the cups of her bras, her mind lewdly wondering how good that bitch must’ve felt having Tia and Tasha suckle on her breasts, as Nia teased her own sensitive nipples.

But soon fondling herself wasn’t enough, Nia's claws ripping the crotch of her pants free to feel their delectable touch upon her clit. The euphoria stunned her, Nia leaned forward questioning what she had been missing.

Her soul and thoughts losing ground as they attempted to rally to her defense, their somber feelings subconsciously rejected by the delight of the pleasurable exploration of her new, still changing form. Corrupt twisted claws creating a feedback loop of desire and pleasure, eroding what will and resistance remained.

Nia was forgetting about her native form as the changes just felt too good, leaning forward on the asphalt she rocked on her growing chest, marveling at the sensation of her nipples feeling as if they were being sucked on.

As the erection seemed to rise out of the ground Nia’s common sense once again regained ground as she eyed it warily.

She couldn’t say it was the weirdest thing she had seen all night as she continued to touch herself, hesitant to stop as the phallic protrusion attempted to advance on her elongating face as increasingly she was driven wild with the ever stronger scent of sex, cock, and pussy on the air.

ENOUGH!

The powerful thought pushed through her pleasure hungry stupor, her hands pressing her to sit up and look around. Trying to stand Nia felt shaky on her one fully changed leg and second half changed leg.

Looking down at herself she finally began realizing just what had been happening. Her arms were now a velvety brown. The underside of her now sharply clawed fingers were slightly padded like paws. Full, round DD breasts hung haphazardly over the top of her bra. Her ass felt tight and restricted in the formerly loose scrubs that clung to her waist, their restriction feeling awkward and agitating where it pressed against her tail bone.

“No…” Nia remarked aloud, mentally focusing on keeping her clawed hands still and open in front of her. “What… what…” The questions finished in Nia’s head as she grabbed and ripped, tattering what remained of her clothes to expose more of herself.

Partly to see just how bad it was.

Partly to free herself from her formerly human constraints, subconsciously embracing the primal creature she was becoming.

As Nia surveyed, stressed, and considered her predicament, the advancing changes, and the muted temptation to just surrender to the changes. Nia tried to focus against thoughts of disbelief, as she bit her lip, and refrained from the calls to touch herself.

All of the mental focus dropping suddenly as…