A Bit of

As Ryan sat down on the couch Tabatha joined and cuddled up to him as he sat in quiet thought while his mom sat down on one of the chairs in the living room. After the conversation with Morginia he had fully embraced his new self and his new role though how much of it was a genuine desire and how much was just being too horny to turn down opportunities at future sex he couldn’t say. But he also decided as small as his group of advisers was at this point, any advice or ideas would be welcome.

His family however seemed a lot less certain or willing to accept the notion of demons or the idea that Ryan was currently possessed by one. His eyes were different sure, and that was weird, but that was all that they could tell was different. And their new sexual desires were always there deep down and all he did was inspire them to come out which hardly seemed demonic or evil. They both felt so much freer and more happy with themselves and their desires released that they felt it could only be a good thing. Ryan didn’t feel the need to spend hours arguing the point so they just agreed that they had been awakened and were on the side of good while there would probably forces out there that might oppose them. In fact **** (which was now the name his mother preferred) admitted that she would have been one as her mind had still been closed and corrupted.

They did both believe the story that Ryan told as he went through the previous day’s events. Obviously his very nature had changed so some sort of being in the park being what kicked it off wasn’t totally crazy. The stories about the random jogger and her boyfriend, the dean, the nun, and them were all accepted without much discussion and very little debate. The only time the ladies spoke during that part of the tale was to express pride and support as Ryan helped others coming to terms with their hidden desires. The problem was that the previous day he had been drifting, his mind largely on auto-pilot and following the instincts and energies within his body. Now that he was fully awake and aware he had to actually figure out what to do himself. So he told both of the women to be fully candid and honest hoping for the best advice for the best decision.

Ryan’s initial idea was to go after the police department. He was sure he could find a hot police woman and see if he could convince the lady to come around to his way of thinking. He felt he already had gotten a little bit of influence into the church and started working his way into the college. He had left behind some of his succubus-scented clothes in each and thought letting the influence build while he went elsewhere was a good move. If he already had a toe in two of the town’s largest areas of social congregation, it seemed like a good start, Thinking law enforcement could cause issues if his disciples starting having sex in public or something stupid. To minimize that he suggested that maybe beginning to infiltrate their organization was a solid move.

Tabatha suggested that Ryan focus more on infiltrating and spreading influence within the church and the college. Just one priest and a nun in the church surrounded by a few other church personnel and an entire congregation or one dean on a campus full of other staff members and students could be ****. The corrupted clothing left behind would raise people’s horniness while they were nearby but there was a chance that Camila or Dean Power would be found out and taken down too soon. She suggested that Ryan should work to strengthen his hold on those facilities.

****’s idea was to do neither. She said that if something exposed Dean Power, Camila, or Priest Desmond it was unfortunate but not a big deal. She stressed that even without whatever influence Ryan had now, how often have there been stories in the newspaper or on the internet about some anti-gay priest being found snorting cocaine and being fucked in the ass by a gay prostitute? One random priest or one random teacher turning out to be a horny pervert happens all the time and wouldn’t really raise any alarm bells. But a college campus where half the classes were various different forms of orgies or a church where the entire staff and most of the congregation were fucking each other could make worldwide headlines. Possibly well before Ryan was strong enough to deal with the attention that would create. With that in mind she advised, “staying closer to home.” Ryan had mentioned that every time he was able to spread his influence and awaken someone new he had felt a little stronger and more powerful. He felt more aware of what was going on and the powers that he had. Her suggestion was to continue to do more like what Ryan did with the first couple. Just random, anonymous people while working in the shadows and building up his own strength. That way when he finally does try to assert control of an organization like the church, school, or police **** it’ll be easier because he’ll be stronger and have a little more support from the people.

Ryan thought they all had solid points and drawbacks and each of them had their own potential side motives that he needed to worry about. There was a part of him particularly amused by ****’s suggestion as he couldn’t help but feel as if part of that was just her maternal instincts. “Hold back and build up strength,” also sounded a little like throwing everyone else and perhaps the whole plan under the bus in the name of keeping her son protected. But if that was the case it didn’t mean her arguments were invalid. Morginia mentioned Heaven and Hell really just being alternate plains of reality and since he had begun spreading the influence of Hell, eventually forces from Heaven might come after him so building up power might not be a bad idea.

With the deep, romantic feelings his sister had it wasn’t hard to imagine that part of her desire to see the church won over to their side was linked to a possible goal to be married. Right now they would definitely refuse to sign a wedding license for a brother and sister but with Ryan’s influence there was a chance that would change. But with the full church under their power a little lie here and a fudging of a fact there and they might be able to slide it through without anybody noticing.

Even Ryan himself had to consider his own perspective and caused him to wonder if he was a little more in control of himself yesterday than he thought. A nun, a priest, his dean, and his mother were all among those he influenced. And all of them were some form of authority figure and authority was something that seemed to turn him on more and more recently. Perhaps his desire to fuck a cop was part of that.

As the three discussed what to do it was Tabatha that asked the question that helped Ryan realize where he wanted to go next and that was actually asking about the ritual that summoned the creature who started everything. He discussed him and his friends just farting around and talking in the college library while occasionally getting some studying done and finding a weird, old piece of parchment stuck in between the pages of some old book. The writing was a bit difficult to understand because the writing was in French, and not exactly modern French either which made things even more annoying. If Cynthia wasn’t there they wouldn’t have even known what the paper was supposed to be.

Just as Cynthia read the part about summoning a demon Ryan lost all curiosity in it and dismissed the thing as just a bunch of superstitious nonsense from however many hundred years ago. And just as friends sometimes give each other shit, they started saying that Ryan was just too scared of the demon. Cynthia continuing to translate the whole thing into English was just part of their teasing and it took a while. The others continued to screw with him as she worked and by the time they finished translating the thing and moved on Ryan was just annoyed and sick of it. His entire decision to do the ceremony and making damn sure to do it right was the equivalent of sticking up a middle finger at them. He planned to film it with his cell phone once everything was set up but that didn’t go as planned since an actual succubus appeared and he was a little too busy having the sex.

As he wrapped up his story his face scrunched up and he appeared to be in thought and both women noticed a malevolent smile beginning to form on his face. “Cynthia.” He stood up and smiled, “She’s the top student at the school. Respected by just about everybody and president of the student council. Which means she’s a personal friend which is kind of a ‘close to home’ suggestion like **** said. She’s also a student at school with some influence so she could help me influence the school and infiltrate there. Plus her dad is a police officer so when I’m ready, I can start making inroads to the police department through him.”

He didn’t think that this would be his last target of the day but she definitely made a great start. And as he left his house and drove to her place Ryan quickly became aware that his senses weren’t just heightened, they were different too. If he chose to he could hear the TV’s and computers in the houses when he drove past them for example. He could smell the food that was being cooked in some houses as well. In an unpleasant moment he became distinctly aware that a dog had just taken a dump in a backyard that he was focusing on as he waited at a red light. But what he found most unpleasant was the people. He smelled traces of it as he walked into the church when it was coming from Camila. With his increasing demonic influence and energy, he could actually smell lust and sexuality and it was truly magnificent. Along with that however he could smell sexual repression and inhibition and he found it truly revolting. It wasn’t a surprise that when he drove up to Cynthia’s house it had one of the worst odors he had come to.

Everyone has heard many tales about one spouse getting sexually frustrated by their boring partner and running off in pursuit of more fulfilling relationships and that is exactly what happened with Cynthia’s parents. Stereotypically it was the husband that was the one to leave but Cynthia’s divorced parents were a little bit different as it had been her mother that found her satisfaction in the arms of another. Several others if the stories were true. A couple of days ago Ryan used to think she was terrible for what she did. Ryan was still upset about her actions but now it was because she either didn’t tell her husband about what she needed to be happy in their relationship or didn’t try to find out before getting married. Of course it was also possible that she either hinted at or outright said in which case he could possibly be to blame as well.

Ryan knocked on the door and after a couple of seconds saw the light turn on indicating that someone was looking through the doorbell camera. Within a moment Ryan heard Cynthia’s voice, “I’m in the kitchen,” followed by a clicking noise indicating the front door had been unlocked for him.

He had been over to visit her several times in the past so he knew right where to go and took a moment to appreciate the canvas he had to work with. Cynthia was in many ways a role model to be the perfect girl-boss. She was often quiet and unassuming when you first met her, with a slightly taller and slimmer physique, glasses, short brown hair, and a perpetual smile that had more than once caused people to underestimate her. She often wore relatively plain clothes like blue jeans and sweatshirts, never intending to be sexy but still managing a cuteness-based sex appeal that was always apparent. But what made her more effective as a leader was that, while capable of taking on a bitchy or assertive tone when necessary, she usually preferred to rely on charisma and reason to make her points and push her agenda. She never tried to be pushy unless she had to be and while she was strong in her convictions, she wasn’t dogmatic and could change her mind if good enough points were presented.

“I’m glad to see you’re okay. You’re mother called yesterday afternoon worried about where you were and was wondering if you may have been over here,” she said as she quickly wiped down the countertops and made one last check of the area to make sure everything was clean. “So, where did you disappear to?”

Ryan shrugged his shoulders and gave a completely honest answer but did it with a sarcastic tone of voice, “Oh, I tried that ritual you translated and summoned a succubus. After we had sex I was so covered in her fluids that I became an irresistible sex machine and went around fornicating with half a dozen people.”

Cynthia just gave a curt smile and nodded, not appreciating what she thought was a snarky answer but not upset enough to get mad, “Only half a dozen? I’m disappointed in you. I would’ve thought you could have at least made it a baker’s dozen.”

“Ah, but I went for quality and not quantity. Why have a bunch of quick meaningless flings when you can slow down and enjoy one or two with a tremendous woman for several hours? The nun I went to and Dean Power were particularly memorable.”

Satisfied everything was clean Cynthia used her hand and invited Ryan to follow her as she walked to her bedroom and they continued to talk. While not happy that her concerns about his whereabouts were dismissed with a joke, Cynthia decided that he probably just did something private or that he didn’t want to talk about. She did enjoy the occasional catty and sarcastic conversation too so she didn’t mind playing along for a while. In fact that’s part of what encouraged her to translate the ritual while teasing Ryan in the first place. “Wow, I almost feel that I should applaud you for spending time with Dean Power. I thought you would go for those who were closer to our age and had a, umm, a, shall we say less robust figure.”

Ryan smiled as they walked into Cynthia’s plain and boring, all white-and-gray bedroom, “Well all people are beautiful, isn’t that what you have always said? Even if not readily apparent on a superficial level, we all have at least a hidden beauty deep down. I know I’ve been a bit of a shallow asshat in the past but in all honesty, I have came to reconsider that perspective and I think you could be right.”

That wasn’t even dishonest on Ryan’s part though the “beauty,” he saw hidden in people now would probably be one that Cynthia wouldn’t entirely embrace. Yet. But as the girl made her bed and tidied up a little bit, Ryan was able to keep up the conversation while delving into her psyche and found that she was another person that had aspects of her sexuality in her normal life, she just held it back. And like the priest, a strong part of her sexual desires came from deception.

While the priest was now attracted to acting like a straight-laced, chaste man while secretly being a deceptive voyeur, Cynthia was kind of the opposite. Ryan knew that the girl always enjoyed it when people underestimated her and wound up looking foolish because of it. The more humiliated the person was or the more they dismissed her before knowing better, the more she loved it when she came out on top. Ryan was now learning that also turned the girl on like nothing else. Sexists seeing the girl as inferior, an older professional woman who saw her preference for casual clothes and friendless as a sign of weakness, or an athlete that thought the nerd girl couldn’t play sports got her pussy to tingle a little whenever she proved them wrong.

Apparently the most intense masturbation session she ever had was after being elected to the university’s student council. She was only 18 and didn't socialize much so nobody expected her to be a significant contender. She was a bookworm and started attending classes at the university before she was 17 so nobody expected her to have social skills and charisma. But she quickly proved all of her doubters wrong and became the first 18 year old to get elected to the university's student council and further stomped on those who sold her short by becoming president.

And this was perfect for Ryan. Now being able to consciously control his influence and power, he reached out to Cynthia and began to feel a level of control that he didn't have before. As she apologized for the excessive teasing about the ritual and complimenting his commitment to the bit by buying the contact lenses, Ryan smiled as the woman's breasts began to noticeably swell. In his head he saw Cynthia transformed into a shorter girl. Bedecked and surrounded by pink with large tits, a round ass, long pink pigtails, and clothing that proudly screamed, "Shameless Whore," to everyone that saw her.

And as he imagined it, the Cynthia in front of him slowly began to morph into the version he was thinking about. What astounded him most was that not only was her body changing, but her clothes and bedroom as well. It all happened so casually that she didn't even seem to notice until she picked up her laundry basket. Laying on top was a pair of hot pink thong panties. She picked them up confused and Ryan saw a cartoon kitten on the front with the caption, "Cute Pussy Underneath" above it.

One by one Cynthia went through her laundry basket and with each item she mumbled out loud which shade of pink it was. "Rose, watermelon, fuschia, baby pink, lemonade..." While her genius remained in tact she quickly realized that there was no subject on Earth she knew better than the different shades of pink. As she said lemonade she was holding up a bra. A bra that must belong to someone else because the cups were way too big. At least that's what she thought until she glanced down at her own cleavage and noticed she was well passed D and if anything the one in her hand would probably be a bit tight. She dropped the bra in her hand and slowly cupped her enlarged chest as if testing to see if they were real. She quickly discovered that they were both real and rubbing them felt amazing. As she lightly fondled herself she stood up and noticed that her chest wasn't the only part of her body that had grown. With all the flesh exposed it was easy to see her waist was a little wider and her bottom had become much fuller. Looking down at her now bubbly, pert backside allowed her eyes also notice the pink carpet under her feet and the pink high heels she was wearing. As she looked down her eyes drifted around and she took a second look at her bedroom and saw that it was now just as pink as her slutty clothes.

Ryan for his part was concentrating on the alterations around him while inwardly laughing his ass off at the stunned bimbo in front of him. She couldn't see it yet but her lips were pink and thicker too, her eyes were a little wider and pink as well, and for a finishing touch all her shoes, not just the plain, black flats she had been wearing, were all now different varieties of high heels. Ryan felt a swelling of joy as he thought of how happy Cynthia would be once her mind was opened as he stared at her mostly exposed, supple rear end as he decided things were finished. The stunned Cynthia just stared flabbergasted at everything around her as she had completely forgotten Ryan’s presence until she heard his body crash hard onto the floor.

The idea that he had the ability to warp so many things about the reality around him never occurred to Ryan until he began channeling his succubus power but as he began, he kind of got swept up in the power and just kept pushing things further to see how far he could go. He had no idea that he could change her body or the objects around them but once he realized that he had it, he wanted to push it until he could go no further. With the amount of mental effort and control it took, when he stopped he wasn’t surprised by the utter exhaustion he felt. There was a headache but it was fairly mild and very manageable. The truly unbearable part was the dizziness. Cynthia wasn’t accustomed to heels so she had to crawl over to his side to check on him while Ryan laid on his stomach and silently wished the planet would go back to spinning in one direction at a time and slow the fuck down. He had been sick before and he had vomited more than a few times in his life. He didn't even believe in souls until a couple days ago and this moment he felt pretty sure he was about to learn what it felt like when one of those threw up.

Somehow he was able to hold almost all of it in, both his stomach and his soul, with only a little bit of drool winding up on the carpet below him. Cynthia was still worried about whatever was going on with her self and her room but making sure Ryan was okay was more important to her at the moment. The first time he tried to get up he barely made it two inches off the ground before losing equilibrium and falling back down. He swore to Cynthia that he was fine and just needed a little while so he closed his eyes and waited another couple minutes before slowly pushing up again. This time he successfully made in onto all fours and looked up at Cynthia smiling. “Did you enjoy your gift?”

Cynthia had no idea what he was talking about until she saw the knowing, perverted smile he wore while blatantly leering at Cynthia’s new body. She looked down at her changed self and found herself stuttering and stammering asking how and what, a couple attempts at dismissing it as a joke were also thrown in. Ryan pulled himself up to his knees and used an index finger to point at his changed eye, “Not a contact. The ritual worked and I’m part demon now. I thought I would use my power to give you what you wanted.”

Cynthia stood up and took a couple of awkward steps away from Ryan and into her room. Looking down at her pink carpet and reformed body before looking back at him, “Y-y-you? B-b-but why would I want this? Why would you do this to me?! Look at me, I look like a brainless, childish, empty-headed bimbo sextoy!”

“Yeah, anyone who sees you from now on is going to want to do nothing more than bend you over the nearest desk and fill you up with their cum. They’re going to think that’s all you’re good for. And imagine how little they’ll think of you when you’re on stage debating somebody and they see you up there dressed like that with sperm rolling down your chin, plastered across your chest, and dripping on the floor beneath you from both holes. Then imagine the surprise from those that look down on you, when they get schooled by a jizz-soaked pink bimbo while she giggles and forces a burp just so she can taste a little bit of the last man’s cum again.”

As Ryan said that Cynthia locked eyes with him and as she did that. She began imagining the exact scene Ryan described. Standing next to one of the seniors that ran against her arguing that just because they had been in the school longer, they were more entitled to a position on the student council. She remembered the condescension and derision that the senior woman kept showing through the election process. Now in her head Cynthia imagined herself standing behind a lectern with her current body while wearing nothing but a blush bikini, giving out a fake burp just like Ryan suggested before looking at the woman and saying her boyfriend had a very yummy cock. Then when everybody is mumbling and talking shit, thinking she was a vapid brainless tart that could never stand toe-to-toe in any real conversation, tearing the bitch to shreds verbally.

She imagined going to math competitions where she would get gangbanged in the men’s room, giggling and saying thing like “going forth to multiply, that’s what math is like right” while all the opponents talked about how braindead and clueless she looked and sounded. Then coming out during the actual competition with their goo still covering her body and beating them all.

But it didn’t just need to be competitions either. The more she thought about it the more Cynthia realized how much pleasure there was just in being underestimated and waiting for the chance to prove how great you are. She walked over to her dresser and picked up a small hand mirror and looked at her new face, for the first time noticing her new eyes and lips and thought they looked fantastic. She still wasn’t sure about her new identity but as she looked back at Ryan he was still getting to his feet seemingly in full control of his faculties. With a nod to the reflection in the mirror she decided it was at least worth trying.

She walked over to Ryan and found that her discomfort in heels was totally gone. In fact she shook her waist a little extra just to let her obscenely short skirt fly up and flash her panties at him. In a higher pitched tone of voice than she was used to speaking with she began talking, “Like, oh. My. Gawd. Your gift is soooooo hot. Like, it’s just freaking amazing. Everything is so cute and so pretty. And I look like, almost perfect now. I’m just missing one important thing.”

Ryan smiled as she began to embrace the new mentality and had a guess what she might be referring to but wanted to make her say it, “And what might that by Cynthia?”

“Oh please, like, call me Cindi. That name’s so much cuter.” But she stepped away from Ryan and quickly peeled her panties off before jumping up on her bed with heels still on and spread her legs, “I don’t have any cummies silly, do you have any that you could spare?”

“What kind of friend would I be if I said no?” He pulled his clothes off quickly and it turns out Cindi wasn’t the only one to notice a change to their body. Ryan could have sworn his body was a bit thicker and stronger looking and his cock and balls both looking more impressive than he remembered when compared to the last time he paid attention. He didn’t want to worry about that too much at the moment though as he had work to do. “That is quite the tasty looking pussy, I think I might need to test it’s flavor. Care to start with a 69 so I can blast your face and then take it from there?”

Cindi dropped onto her back and sighed, “Here I expected you to to be a total perv and you come out and get all sweet and romantic with me. Like, whatever you want Romeo. Let’s cover each others’ faces in cum before we start getting nasty!”