He tries to focus

Ethan pulled into the GameStop parking lot a few minutes before opening. The store was quiet, the usual morning lull before the weekend rush of trade-ins and pre-order pickups. Stan, the store manager — a dull, balding guy in his forties who always smelled faintly of microwave burritos — was already heading for the door with his keys.

“Morning, Ethan. I’m heading out to scout the competition — check what the big box stores are doing with used games and all that. Probably won’t be back today. Don’t burn the place down, yeah?"

Ethan nodded, forcing a tired smile. “Got it, Stan. No problem.”

Stan clapped him on the shoulder and left without another word. For once, Ethan was grateful for the solitude. He clocked in, straightened the displays, and actually managed to focus for a couple of hours — restocking shelves, helping the occasional early customer, and trying to pretend his life wasn’t spiraling into demonic gender-bending chaos.

That lasted until about 11:30.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. The glamour shifted the moment he glanced at the screen — the thread flipped to Eve’s. No picture or video this time, thankfully. Just a long text from Rick.

Rick: Damn shorty, last night was insane. You took that dick like a champ — throat, pussy, ass, all of it. Never seen a girl squirt that much or take a double stuff so eager. That fat PAWG ass bouncing while I switched holes? Fuck. Best night I’ve had in years. You’re addictive as hell. Can’t stop thinking about how tight you got when I flooded your ass. When can I get back in there?

Ethan stared at the screen, heat rushing to his face. His cock stirred despite himself.

Before he could even process it, a puff of cinnamon-scented smoke appeared right beside the counter. Lilith materialized in a casual lean against the display case of collectible figures, looking giddy and smug as ever.

“Reading fan mail from your step-daddy?” she teased, violet eyes sparkling. “He’s quite the poet when he’s horny.”

Ethan nearly dropped the phone. He glanced around frantically — the store was empty except for one guy browsing headphones in the back.

“Lilith! Not here! Someone could see you!” Ethan hissed, trying to stay subtle.

She waved a hand dismissively. “Glamour, sweetie. Mortals see what they expect. Right now they’d just see you staring at your phone like a lovesick teen.”

Ethan’s shoulders slumped. He felt completely lost, pulled in a dozen directions at once — guilt, arousal, fear, confusion. His voice cracked as he whispered, “What the hell am I supposed to do? I feel like I’m drowning. Every time I try to push her back, she comes on stronger. And now Rick’s texting this shit while I’m at work… and the worst part? I helped make it happen. He’s cheating on my mom. Twice now — with Eve, and I basically set it up. I’m basically a homewrecker for my own family and I can’t even stop myself.”

Lilith’s expression softened, though the playful glint never fully left her eyes. She floated a little closer, voice dropping to something almost soothing. “Breathe, Ethan. This isn’t an easy decision — it never is. But it’s an important one. Only you can make it, no matter how much you dread it. I can tease, I can guide, but I can’t choose for you.”

Ethan ran a hand through his hair, voice shaky. “Then why me? Why did you do this to me? Sure, there was that stupid 3 a.m. wish, but I was drunk and horny and half-asleep. It wasn’t a real wish. It was just… pathetic rambling.”

Lilith tilted her head, studying him with genuine curiosity mixed with amusement. “Intoxication had nothing to do with whether the wish was valid. Desires spoken in the dark, especially the ones that come from deep down, carry weight regardless of sobriety. And honestly? That wasn’t even the first time you made a wish like that. You’ve whispered variations of it before — sober, wide awake, staring at your screen in the middle of the night. I heard every one.”

She paused, letting that sink in.

"Your wish, because of its nature — the longing to feel wanted, to experience life from the other side — came straight to me. When I observed you, I saw a life being wasted. All that potential locked away in a basement, restocking shelves, letting yourself fade into nothing. So I gave you a little push… and answered the wish at the same time. A real two-for-one special. I might a succubus, yes — but I'm an old and powerful one. I serve forces far greater than myself, entities that deal in desire, potential, and the reshaping of souls. Just think of me as a catalyst for your deepest darkest desires.”

Lilith smiled, almost gentle. “The change doesn’t have to be permanent. That choice is still yours. But tell me, Ethan — what do you really want to be? Not what you think you should be. What version of you actually feels alive?”

With that, she gave a little wink and dissolved into swirling shadows and cinnamon smoke, leaving Ethan alone behind the counter.

He stood there for a long minute, phone still in his hand, trying to process her words while pretending to reorganize a stack of clearance stickers. Eve stayed quiet in his head for once, but he could feel her presence — warm, patient, waiting.

Ethan went around the store, trying to find something to clean or pickup. Anything that would distract him from replying to the text Rick had sent him.

Eventually he typed a reply, letting just enough of Eve bleed through to make it sound natural.

Eve: sorry for the delay daddy, was stuck in class. last night was wild… you wrecked me so good I’m still feeling it today. that double stuff had me seeing stars. can’t stop thinking about how full you made me. when do you want me again? I’ll try make time whenever you say the word. but I am a busy girl...

He hit send before he could overthink it, then shoved the phone deep into his pocket.

The rest of the shift stretched out ahead of him, but the question Lilith left behind echoed louder than anything else.

What did he really want to be?

And how much longer could he keep pretending he didn’t already know the answer?

The afternoon dragged on slower than usual. Ethan tried to lose himself in the rhythm of the store — ringing up trades, helping a couple of kids pick out controllers, reorganizing the PS5 section. For a while it almost worked. Eve stayed mostly quiet in his head, though he could feel her lingering like a warm shadow, content after last night.

Just after 2pm, his phone vibrated.

Ethan assumed it was another text from Rick. Until he saw a notification for SnapChat pop up on his phone...well Eve's phone since the glamour quickly settled into place on the screen.

Unknown username: DQuan_18

A single snap appeared — a quick selfie of DeQuan in what looked like a locker room, shirtless, smirking at the camera with the same cocky confidence as his father. The caption read:

“yo… u still sore from yesterday or u ready for round 2?"

Ethan’s heart slammed against his ribs. How the hell did he get Eve’s Snap? And wait...Eve had a SnapChat account?

"Lilith," Ethan groaned under his breath.

Before he could even think about ignoring it, Eve’s voice purred in his head, excited and amused.

Ooooh, the younger model is hitting us up on Snap! Open it. He’s cute when he’s bold.

No. Absolutely not, Ethan thought back sharply, shoving the phone into his pocket. That’s Rick’s son. This is insane. We can’t—Another snap came through. This one was a short video: DeQuan flexing in the mirror, the massive outline of his cock visible through gray sweatpants. The text overlay said:

“bet u still leaking my nut rn”

Ethan felt his face burn. He glanced around — the store was empty now — then slipped into the small employee bathroom in the back, locking the door behind him.

We are NOT doing this, he told Eve as he opened the snap.

Eve laughed softly. Too late. He already knows how good we felt. And look at him… same dick as Daddy but younger, hungrier. Answer him. Just a little.

Before Ethan could stop her, Eve surged forward, taking partial control. His fingers moved on their own as the glamour activated.

Eve: maybe a little sore but the good kind. u really left me a mess yesterday.

She didn’t stop at text. Eve quickly snapped a teasing photo using the bathroom mirror — lifting the hem of Ethan’s work polo and pulling down his boring khakis, just enough to show the soft curve of her wide hips and the bottom swell of her thick ass, captioning it:

“still feeling u back there… u really stretched me good yesterday ”

DeQuan replied almost instantly with a fire emoji storm

.DQuan_18: lmao u popped up quick af on my snap today. saw the thick blonde in the story and put 2+2 together. guess the universe wanted me to hit u up again

He sent another snap right after — a close-up of his hand gripping the obvious bulge in his sweats, thumb rubbing over the head through the fabric.

DQuan_18: still thinking about how that fat ass felt clapping back on me. u were creaming all over my dick yesterday. u always squirt that much or was that just for me?

Eve moaned approvingly in Ethan’s head and took over even more. She angled the phone for another quick snap — this time pulling the front of the khakis down just enough to show the top of her smooth mound and the faint red handprint still visible on her hip from yesterday.

Eve: definitely because of u… that big dick hit spots most guys can’t. i was dripping down my thighs the whole time u were pounding me from behind. u made me squirt harder than i have in a long time

DeQuan’s next snap was bolder — a short video of him in his car, gray sweats pulled down just enough to show the thick base of his cock, hand slowly stroking.

DQuan_18: fuckkk u got me hard again just thinking about it. that tight white pussy was gripping me so good. u were moaning like u never had dick that deep before. u want it again? tomorrow night? house empty. i’ll bend u over my bed this time and really make u scream into the pillow

Eve didn’t even let Ethan hesitate. She sent back a 6-second video snap: her thick ass facing the bathroom mirror, cheeks spread slightly with one hand while the other reached back to tease her still-sensitive pussy lips. The caption read:

“tomorrow night sounds dangerous… but hot i’ll sneak over after dark. u can bend me over and fuck me however u want… just make sure u fill me up again like yesterday. i wanna feel u leaking out of me all night”

DeQuan replied with a string of emojis and a voice note this time — his voice low and cocky:

“Fuck yeah. Tomorrow night 10pm. I’ll leave the side door unlocked. Bring that ass and nothing else under a hoodie. Can’t wait to stretch u open again… and yeah, imma nut deep. U better be ready to take every drop.”

Eve sent one final teasing snap before Ethan managed to wrestle back some control — a close-up of her glossy lips wrapped around two fingers, sucking them like a cock, with the caption:

“can’t wait daddy gonna drain u dry tomorrow. save that load for me”

Ethan finally managed to slap the phone onto the sink, breathing hard, cock throbbing painfully in his work pants. He splashed cold water on his face and tried to pull himself together before heading back out to the sales floor, legs shaky.

The rest of the shift passed in a haze. Every time his phone buzzed with another Snapchat from DeQuan — increasingly filthy captions and teasing snaps — Ethan felt the tug-of-war inside him intensify. Eve kept pushing, whispering how hot it would be to sneak over tomorrow, how exciting the risk was. Ethan kept resisting… but each reply (and each picture Eve sent) made the resistance feel a little weaker.

By the time his relief showed up and Ethan headed to his car, Eve’s voice was louder than ever.

Twelve days, Ethan. DeQuan wants us. Rick wants us. The only question left is… how long are you going to keep pretending you don’t want this too?

Ethan sat in the driver’s seat, staring at the steering wheel.

He still didn’t have an answer.

But tomorrow night was already starting to feel inevitable.