Fight back

Marnie takes Grandmother's words to heart. She has to believe that Uhazral can be beaten. To believe otherwise would mean hopelessness.

She closes her eyes and concentrates on something not threatening, not sexual … puppies. Cute, adorable young puppies, rolling over each other as they play. Growing into larger, powerful canines. Becoming bitches in heat, ready to be mounted by the nearest stud and impregn—no! OK, um … flowers. Fields of wildflowers, standing tall and proud and bending with the wind. Colourful petals spread to soak up sunlight, spread wide, dripping nectar, aroused and ready to be fertilized….

Stop trying to resist. You merely prolong the torment! Uhazral's voice says. But it is clearly upset or angered by Marnie's spine.

Marnie gasps and doubles over. Her body aches all over. Her chest starts to feel heavier, and she opens her eyes to watch her breasts growing, becoming ripe melons. Her aureolae darken as they stretch; they look pasted on and shiny atop her new mounds.

That's not all, though. Marnie holds out her hands, watching her fingers grow longer and more feminine. Her nails grow, the tips becoming white and almost-but-not-quite fake looking. She holds these new hands up to her face as she feels her lips plumping. Turning to the mirror, Marnie observes the host of changes sweeping over her.

In addition to her lips, her eyebrows have practically disappeared, becoming pencil thin, and her cheekbones are more prominent. Her honey brown hair has lightened to become borderline blonde. Her waist has narrowed and her hips are now flared. Her ass, already enlarged once by Uhazral, now jiggles and sways with even the slightest movement of her lower body, guaranteed to stick out and get noticed no matter what Marnie wears.

Marnie sinks to her knees, braces herself against the floor with her arms, and almost throws up. She is now gasping raggedly for breath. The sudden changes have played havoc with her body, made her feel energized and tired at once, sick and strangely new and healthy. She looks up at Grandmother, who stands nearby, watching impassively.

Uhazral says, The price for disobedience.

Tears are now rolling down Marnie's sculpted cheeks. "It didn't work," she says.

"On the contrary," Grandmother replies. "You have refused to let the demon work its magic on others."

"B-But—look at me! It's turned me into some kind of bimbo. Are you saying that I should just let it keep corrupting me? What kind of solution is that?" Marnie feels the bile rising in her throat. This woman claimed she was able to help, but now Marnie sees her merely as a fraud.

"No, child. As you grow stronger, its influence over your body and mind will have to fade. You just have to resist."

"Bullshit." Marnie stands now. She straightens slightly, compensating for the heft and bounce of her large new rack. "You just didn't want to get changed by the demon yourself."

"I assure you, I am trying to help."

"Get … out."

Grandmother bows her head. She turns and leaves the room, not looking back. As the door closes behind her, Marnie turns around and starts to cry openly. She lowers herself to her knees next to the pool. As she does so, her hands brush against her breasts. They are sensitive, ready and waiting for another's touch. Likewise, her pussy is warm and wet and inviting.

Marnie slips back into the pool and closes her eyes. She spreads her legs and starts touching herself with one hand, the other one stimulating her nipples. As she explores her body's new hunger and capacity for satisfaction, she feels the memories of this new reality slotting into place. Alongside her confusion and disgust with what has happened to her, she has parallel memories of developing quickly as a teenager. Giving her first blowjob when she is fourteen. Having sex at fifteen and sixteen with an array of boyfriends. Barely getting into her university, so focused was she on boys and sharing her body. Even now, Marnie is happy to dress to impress not just Stephen but any other man she meets.

It's strange, having two sets of memories. Already the older ones are beginning to fade. Marnie isn't sure if they will ever disappear for good, but they feel more like a dream than solid fact.

Marnie moans as the combination of soothing water and increasingly long, frantic strokes bring her pleasure. Not as much pleasure as a nice, big cock might have, but enough to take the edge off the arousal she's feeling right now. Her spa session will be over soon, and then she can catch up with Alexa, and maybe find someone to take care of her needs.