The setup

Being out and about had gotten considerably harder since Gwen’s corruption. There was the fact that she technically couldn’t walk the Earth in her true form anymore, of course, but that was a problem easily solved by stuffing herself into a mortal skin, like she had done with Rose. Then there was the problem of her new disposition; she had done nothing but gawk at every passerby with barely restrained desire. She’d nearly propositioned the more handsome men she’d encountered on the way to her destination, to use them up and drain them as she had done with Rose’s ex-boyfriend. The women, too, she’d been eyeing up.

“Damn, how the hell does this feel so tight?” Gwen thought, tugging at her dress. It was the baggiest thing Rose owned, and yet it still felt uncomfortable on her. Succubae really did like to be naked. Still though, she needed to be clothed, at least for her visit.

She made it to the apartment door and pressed the buzzer. “Who is it?” The female voice asked.

“It’s me, bitch, open the fuck up!” Rose’s usual attitude said. Gwen had gotten used to being this redhead. She wasn’t too different from her previous self.

“Come on in!” The voice laughed. The door opened for Gwen, who headed upstairs. She made her way to the apartment of one of her best friends, who she’d hit up just this morning.

A blonde-haired, short woman was waiting for her. “I half-expect to see you in jail sometimes, you know?” She said with a grin.

‘Rose’ went up to her and gave her a hug. “Maybe you will, Tara.”

Tara led her friend inside, closing the door behind her. “So what’s up? You dumped that guy yet?”

“Yeah.” Rose responded. “But not gonna lie, he railed the shit outta me last night.”

“Jesus, girl!” Tara giggled, not noticing her friend flinch. “You’ve really gotta stop with that guy! The sex can’t be that good.”

“Well, I think we’re done now.” Gwen smirked at her comment. “But it was. Anyway, can I use your bathroom?”

“Sure. I’ve gotta get dressed for work anyway.” The blonde walked off into her room, leaving Rose alone.

“Alright, shit, now I’ve really gotta do it.” Gwen thought. She went to Tara’s small apartment bathroom and locked its door. She set Rose’s bag down and pace a little, thinking about how she was going to hop to her next body. She hadn’t given it much thought until now, instead thinking of what she’d do to all the dicks and pussies she saw on the way.

“Ok, how do I leave you, Rose?” Gwen asked her host, as if she could reply. Getting out the same way she got in would be a little bit… time consuming, especially considering she’d never done it before. Maybe she could become another slug? No, that was too… odd, what with the lack of sensation and all. “Maybe I could be as small as the slug… but still me?”

It would have to do. Gwen focused, summoned the spell, then chanted it in the strange tongue of the Netherworld. She immediately started to feel a little woozy, bracing herself against the wall. Rose’s hand began to move strangely, something starting to move underneath its skin. Gwen could feel her body changing underneath her host, in some kind of indecipherable motion. Gwen leaned against the wall harder, Rose’s chest heaving with breath after labored breath. It was a new experience, but she could do nothing but smile. It was working. There was a weird sort of feeling that entered her mind– an odd but undeniable sense that she should spread her legs. Feeling her vision starting to go dark, Gwen giddily raised up Rose’s skirt, and squatted.

There was a brief period of darkness, feeling her body move in a way that Rose could not. She felt herself being squeezed downwards and outwards. Her legs passed some sort of barrier, then her chest… Then there was light, a deliciously wet sound, and the now familiar feeling of chilly mortal air. The succubus slid out of something, and onto the hard floor.

“Oh, wow.” Gwen gasped, excitedly standing to see what she had done. She was herself again, complete with nude scarlet skin and pitch-black hair, but she was considerably, considerably smaller and covered with what she knew was pussy-juice. Rose’s **** form, now seemingly twenty feet tall, sat on the floor. “I came out the same way I went in, huh?” Gwen surmised. “Guess you gave birth to me. That’s so… hot.”

The six-inch tall succubus laughed at the fact that she found this bizarre situation so arousing. She found everything arousing now, didn’t she?

A knock on the door startled her. “Rose?” Tara’s voice sounded on the other side of the door. “I heard a crash, you good in there? You’re not blowing up my bathroom, are you bitch?”

“Shit, right to business.” Gwen willed herself to fly (because of course she could) up to the doorknob. Using both hands she turned the lock back, then flew upward to the ceiling.

Tara knocked again. “Hey, are you alright?” She asked. Slowly, the knob turned, and Tara opened the door. “Oh, shit!” She exclaimed, rushing to her sleeping friend’s side and nudging her to wake up.

Up above her, Gwen saw her chance. “She was a nice ride.” She said aloud. “Now it’s your turn!”

The blonde woman looked up to the ceiling just in time to see the tiny dark red woman leap at her. In one smooth motion, Gwen swan-dived into Tara’s open mouth…

…and became stuck. She could feel the woman begin to struggle, **** and grasping at the throat she was occupying. She couldn’t help but giggle as she **** her way over Tara’s tongue and into her throat. “Do I taste like your friend’s pussy, Tara?” She asked, kicking her legs a little as she felt her feet become completely enveloped by Tara’s lips. The succubus pushed further into the darkness, her soon-to-be host no doubt terrified by the impossible imp crawling its way down her throat. Tara swallowed her further down, involuntarily or otherwise.

Soon Gwen could sense that she had reached her destination. She focused, her consciousness extending outwards, overriding the weak mortal’s mind. A flood of senses came back to her: the sight of a bathroom, the feeling of tight, constrictive clothes on her body. The difference in proportions that came with seizing a new form. She had done it.

The new Tara smiled in triumph. “Perfect.” Gwen said. She got back up off the floor, away from the still sleeping Rose. Standing to look herself over in the mirror, Gwen took a moment to admire her host. Tara was nothing to be ashamed of, to be sure, but so much of her body was covered in this police uniform she wore.

“I wonder if Lilith will see me coming wearing you, bitch.” Gwen said. “Some cop roleplay should be pretty interesting…”