The Redhead

“Well, no reason to waste time.” Lilith decided, looking down on the red-haired girl under her. She couldn’t get a good look at her face from this bird’s-eye view, but the body definitely made a good impression. The green tube top she wore gave Lilith a view straight down to see her ample tits, and the shorts currently down her legs gave an equally nice look at her lower section. The Latina girl outside the stall may have been a bit more visually appealing, but Lilith wasn’t too picky when it came to inhabiting a human body.

The slimy form of the succubus easily flowed past the grating of the air vent, silently dripping down without losing cohesion. The high walls of the stall concealed her from unwanted attention as the loose blob that was Lilith rapidly lowered itself upon its unsuspecting prey. The redhead had just finished her business when she struck.

“Excuse me.” Lilith whispered.

The redhead made the mistake of looking up, her expression of surprise clear. Lilith moved quickly, dropping the entirety of her gooey form directly upon her face. The struggle was quick, Lilith shoving herself into every open orifice as the woman vainly flailed for a moment. Her throat distended with impossibly large amounts of goop, first ****, then swallowing. Her own muscles began to betray her, her arms falling to her side and legs failing to obey her need to get up and out of the stall. She could feel the slime spreading into her limbs, just as Lilith felt the sensation of filling a new vessel and seizing control of it. At last the bulk of the slime passed down her gullet, but of regaining her motor functions, her mind went dark.

“Ahhh, there we go.” Lilith gasped up air in her new lungs, taking the opportunity to test her new vocal cords as well. She brushed the red curtain of hair from her face, looking down at the state of somewhat disarray that the girl’s appearance was now in. She adjusted her top and pulled her shorts back up her legs, noting that both were probably less fitting now that a bunch of slime was in her.

A knock came at the door. “Hey, are you ok in there?” A slightly accented voice asked.

Lilith stood and flushed the toilet, then opened the door, coming face to face with the same Latina girl she had nearly possessed. “Yeah, I just thought I saw a cockroach in here.” She lied in her new host’s voice.

“Fuck, that would be gross!” The Latina exclaimed. Lilith moved past her towards the mirror, and with little other choice, the girl went into the stall.

Now at the mirror, Lilith could finally get a total view at her new host, and had a moment to look into her persona as well. Her name was Ava. As Lilith set to work correcting her makeup (smeared from the possession), she learned more about the fiery damsel she was currently hiding in.

Apparently, Ava was a recently hired personal secretary at a large law firm downtown. She’d hoped that it would be a big step moving forward her career, but she already suspected that the leering eyes of her boss wanted a bit more than just her secretarial skills. Nevertheless she was kept extremely busy. Tonight was the first night she had time off in two weeks.

“Hmm, you’re a little sad, Ava.” Lilith muttered, not caring that others might hear her speaking aloud to herself. “Don’t worry though, I’ll give you at least a good night.” She winked to her reflection. Satisfied that Ava looked mostly as she did before a huge hunk of goo **** itself inside her, Lilith smiled and walked out of the bathroom, into the booming music of the club.