As a sinfully sexy succubus.

You wake up still wrapped tightly around Jaime, his tail still nuzzled in your ass like a warm blanket. You don't need to look in a mirror to know you've changed irrevocably. You can FEEL it. Your breast lie heavy against his chest, your platinum blond hair caresses your face and cascades over your slender shoulders and down your back, your pussy is wet and wanting against Jaime's thigh. Unfortunately he seems spent. Poor little guy, it seems your appetite was too much for him. You fucked long into the morning hours and he tried to feed on your lust to sustain him, but as you became a full succubus, your appetite far exceeded your desire...

"Don't worry, Jaime, I didn't drain so much that you won't be able to recover eventually...TEE HEE at least I don't think so. Just take a nice, long nap...maybe a lil' beauty coma. In the meantime, I'm going to go get a snack!"

You slink off the the top bunk and land gracefully on your feet as if weightless. You admire yourself in the mirror, a bright pink bimbo with blow up doll proportions...and this is your default setting! You run your hands and tail over your body, your skin sizzling with sensuality and want. Your tail slides towards your wet pussy and you grind against it, moaning as you seduce yourself with your own warped reflection. You have no more regrets, just an aching need to be filled and to feed...

You wish you had three tails so you could fuck every one of your wet holes at once, and the moment you desire it, your body obeys. Your tail swells and splits and you watch mesmerized as they seek out your hungry holes, throbbing down your throatcunt, abusing your asscunt, and pounding your pussy. You fall to your knees unable to fully process the perverse pleasure wracking your beautiful body. It's like something out of your most demented hentai fantasies, only you're not just watching it...you're living it...and it feel bestestestest than anything you would have ever dared dream of in your deepest, darkest fantasies...

You finally reach a crescendo of climaxes, and reach that Bhuddesque state of brainless bliss. For a sweet, sticky second, you are completely satisfied...completely at peace...free from desire.

Then you get hit by the cum down. Reluctantly you retract your tails and pull them back together, giggling that you instinctively know how to do it, a real natural born slut. You hate the idea of wearing clothes, so you just imagine a sexy school girl outfit that is somehow more revealing than your nudity. A midriff that pushes your breasts up and out so they are almost falling out, yet cut so high you can see your unholy underboob. Your pleated skirt is so short that every one will be able to see you wet, willing cunt and bouncy buttocks. The white knee high stockings offer the illusion of innocence which contrasts nicely with your obvious corruption.

You blow a kiss to the cumatose Jaime and head out the door, eager to find your next victim...