Room Service

The walk back to the hotel was uneventful, but that was terrifying in its own way. You jumped every time a car passed or a person looked in your direction, expecting some…thing to appear and jump at you again. Knowing that it could be anywhere or anyone, or even inside you made you feel totally unnerved. Fortunately the hotel folks were easily able to pull up a key despite your lack of a purse, and you nearly collapsed from exhaustion as soon as you were back in your room.

But rather than take the temptation of the bed, you steered yourself towards your open laptop at the small computer desk. You’d had enough of this city, you needed to get the hell out of here as soon as possible and figure things out when you got home. Your phone and wallet were still in your missing purse, but you had a spare credit card and passport in your luggage. You navigated to the airline website and bought the earliest return flight you could. The cost was astronomical and nearly maxed out your emergency card, but it was worth it. You had a few hours to kill and you couldn’t chance leaving the room. You figured you could just get yourself to the airport and drink anything alcoholic until you passed out. You weren’t a drinker so that wouldn’t take too much. Hopefully that would be enough to keep you asleep for the whole flight. But you couldn’t start early, or you’d risk sleeping right through the time to leave.

You closed the laptop lid and slid the computer back into your bag. As soon as you did, you felt a disturbingly… inflationary sensation. Your pants felt as tight as they did after a feast, but the pressure did not stop there. The waist dug into your skin, and you tried in vain to unbutton the fly. But the buttons popped off instead, zipping across the room. With the fly open, you were able to slip them down and kick them off, then you ran to the mirror to see what had happened…

You cry out at the sight. You always had somewhat trim proportions, but in a manner of seconds you had been gifted… well… no other words for it but a ‘bubble butt.’

Your hand was still chained to your clit, but after the train fiasco the chain had been lengthened slightly. Enough to pull it up to your mid stomach but not much higher. You felt your hand go slightly numb again, as it had when the demon took control. Your hand extends both your thumb and pinkie finger, into the traditional “phone” hand gesture - and then starts to vibrate as if it were ‘ringing.’ But the chain does not reach high enough to allow you to bring it to your ear. You feel your hand starting to hurt from this sensation and know the demon will hurt you if you can’t figure this out. You lay back on the bed, bringing your feet up and over to the wall in order to pick up your hips and bring them closer to your head. It is an impossibly lewd position but it does fold you over enough to bring your thumb to your ear.

“Hi Jasmine, enjoying my gifts?” The voice magically broadcasted out of your thumb.

“You know I am not!” You snap back at it. “Why are you tormenting me!?”

“Why do you torment others?” It replied. The voice seemed to fluctuate as it spoke, shifting between man and woman, people you knew and people you did not. Without being tethered to a real person’s vocal chords it seemed as though it could be whatever it wanted, just as it had said on the train.

“I don’t!”

“No? What was it you told your friends about the woman you saw at the mall a month ago?” You frown, racking your memory, and then you remembered: A woman with a bottom as large as yours, walking shamelessly past a group of men. They couldn’t keep their eyes off it, and you teased her to Samia, loudly enough that the woman had shot you a silent glare and hurried off. You shuddered, knowing in an instant that it had granted you that same ass. And it would draw the same looks.

“You run from pleasure and you insult those who don’t, Jasmine. If you think you can just hop a plane and get away, then you are very mistaken.”

Your hand is suddenly under your control again, but your problems only escalate. The nipple chain jerks upwards, forcing you to roll forward back onto your feet and towards the door.

“No! Not that again!” You yelp, and as you do the chain only tugs harder. Telling it no pisses it off, you realize and shut your mouth. But it’s not placated - you are **** to open the door and get dragged into the hallway wearing only your filthy white t-shirt and socks. You clamp your chained hand over your pussy, which is of limited benefit. The demon pulls you down the hallway while your heart pounds in your ears, until it drags you to a stop in front of another room on your floor. You can’t pull away and you don’t have a key, so… what else can you do but knock? You rap softly on the door, hoping that it's enough and panicking that any second someone can come around the corner.

The door opens, revealing one of the pilots from the night before. Specifically, the one that gave you a full once-over while you stood there helplessly. He is dressed in his uniform, a taller man with snow white hair, old enough to be your father, and a name badge that reads “Captain Pedersen”.

“Can I help you?” He asks, with lust in his eyes matched by confusion.

You open your mouth to speak, not even sure what to say. But as you do so, you feel a wave of energy pass into your open mouth. It is invisible and intangible, but clearly real and clearly powerful and you suddenly feel like your whole body has been dunked into freezing water. Your vision goes black and the sounds of the hotel hallway dim to a low hum. But only for a moment, when your sight and hearing come back… they aren’t yours. They belong to… it.

“You sure can.” Your voice comes out of your mouth, but they aren’t your words. You’ve been shoved off the controls of your own body like the men on the train. You scream inside, but you can do nothing but watch through your own eyes. You push forward into the room, sliding along the front of the man until you push his hand off the door. You heel-kick it shut behind you and strut into the main room. You know he’s watching and would blush if your skin was yours to control. On the bed, he’s nearly finished packing to leave for the airport, but left out on the bed for last is a glossy magazine titled “Big Booty Bitches, Vol 12.” It’s splayed open to a photoshoot with a woman the same skin tone as yours, shoving her backside towards the camera with a naughty grin. You bend over the bed to look closely, pointing your own big booty at the following Captain.

“You’re… wait, you’re the woman from last night.” He approaches to take the magazine out from under you, clearly embarrassed for having been caught with it. You quickly turn, grabbing his cock through his uniform trousers with your free hand.

“I’m the woman from right now.” You couldn’t believe what you were saying, how you were acting… You still felt frozen yet unable to shiver. But there was heat coming off of you, burning within your cunt.

He was not putting up much resistance and the demon was not accepting any. You shove him backwards onto his bed, and he ends up lying on his back on top of his own worn porn magazine. You climb on top of him, reverse-straddling his waist so your new butt grinds against his crotch.

“I’m married-” The Captain offered meekly. You grab his hand, effortlessly slip the ring from his finger, then toss it into his open suitcase with a wink over your shoulder.

“And I’m very naughty.” You say. I’m not! At all! Is what you actually think. But the Captain doesn’t get to read your thoughts, he only gets to hear your come-ons and feel you rolling your hips on his, inviting him to take advantage. He doesn’t need any more prompting. He unzips his fly and grabs your hips, lifting you up and guiding you down onto the erection you’ve given him.

The penetration is absolutely divine. You have no idea how you can possibly feel this way given the intense shame overpowering you, and you want to blame the demon for all of it. But the edges of what constitute you and it are blurring each time you bounce on the man’s cock. You grab the Captain’s hand and place it on your buttcheek, repeating “I’m very naughty” with unmistakable intent. He takes the hint, giving you wild slaps on the ass as you ride him.

Heavy knocks pound on the door, and a man with a southern accent calls through it.

“Captain, we gotta get going to the airport.”

At that moment, the demon chooses to **** a loud, erotic moan from your lips and the Captain’s slap on your ass seems to echo around the room like a gunshot.

“I’ll be down in a minute!” The Captain calls out, his exertion obvious as he picks up his pace of ramming you from below.

The demon makes sure that you are as loud and shameless as possible and when you climax. You don’t doubt that the whole floor hears your cries. As soon as you feel him finishing inside you, the chill in your body fades and you suddenly have control over your own muscles again. You pop off of his lap as if shot out of a cannon, sprinting towards the room door while trying to hold in the seed leaking into your hand.

You fling open the door and nearly crash into the co-pilot, who was leaning against the doorframe with a huge smile, clearly waiting for you to emerge. You duck under his arm and run, but not before he gives you another swat on the ass and a catcall as you part.

You frantically run down the halls, trying to retrace your steps. Your room door is ajar, thank goodness, and you shove your way in and slam it shut behind you. You let out a long exhale - not because you’re safe but because you’ve put at least that humiliation behind you. You step further into the room and stop dead when you find your three friends sitting on your bed, waiting for you.

“Jaz, we need to talk.”