Sensual, and oh-so-right....

Nicoletta drew away from the succubus, creeping to the other end of the large bed, giving herself the room she needed to change. It took a few moments before she felt anything.

"Just wait," the succubus purred. She smiled, winked, and evaporated.

The feeling was subtle at first, like a rose of energy blossoming into her. But then the rose exploded and turned into a heatwave of intense pleasure. Within moments she felt as though every inch, every pore of her immaculate body was having its own orgasm. She began giggling and moaning and feeling up her gorgeous figure. Her hands rubbed and caressed her stomach up to her breasts, which had begun to inflate. They had already been D cups, but now they were becoming positively epic--the kind that could turn heterosexual females into lesbians in 0.39 seconds. When they stopped growing, she felt them with excited fingertips. She sat up and tried different positions. Her achingly luscious tits seemed immune to gravity; they kept their basic round form regardless of what position she was in, and they jiggled and rippled with the slightest motion, but they always returned up to her chest. She moved her hands away from them and tried to practice moving them like the other succubus had. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and imagined controlling them. It was a few minutes before she felt her boob intentionally twitch, but when it did, it felt so good and empowering. She practiced a little more, and moved on to the point where she could make each one bounce in a different direction, as though each breast had a mind of its own. Giggling again, she soon became rightfully confident of her control over her body. But watching them turned her on so much that she just HAD to touch them again. They felt so soft and fluffy in her hands...and then she realized that all of her skin had become softer than silk. Her beautiful hair was even softer...she cuddled up against it, allowing a set of strands to slither down her chest and sides, tickling her skin. She soon realized she could control each individual strand, and make it look like she was underwater, or hit with a great wind...whatever she wished. She could have tied it into a bun right there without using her hands if she'd wanted.

Finally she realized the shadowy black bat wings that were sprouting from her back. She gained control of them just as quickly, finding that her bones had become hollow. Her entire body seemed to have become light as a feather; flying and floating were easy. She floated in mid air, over the bed, her fingers gently stroking her pussy lips.

"I feel better than a succubus," she whispered to herself. "Mmmm...I feel like a fuck-you-bus. I want someone to fuck-me-bus...."

Then she noticed a new bit of clothing that the other succubus had left her. It was a short, tight black dress. She tried it on, and it fit her every magnificent curve. The extremely low cut was lined by white lace, showing off her amazing cleavage. She kept on her previous boots, gloves, and bow.

Eager to try out her new powers, she left the room and returned to the dance floor, eyes peeled for possible love slaves. She knew that with her new pheromones, she could attract and seduce anyone she thought was the least bit arousing...but who to choose?