Head to the Club

Alone in your room, you drop your glamour for a moment and drink in all that you have become. Your eyes shimmer as the pupils constrict into serpentine slits and the irises turn red while swimming in pools of black. You smile, revealing your sharp fangs, as you recognize your eyes have retained their almond shape hinting at your Asian heritage. Sharp taloned fingers run through your ass length mane of wavy, raven hair as your ebony horns emerge from your forehead and the points of your ears poke out slightly.

Moving your hands down to massage your swelling red tits, you giggle softly, 'there's nothing Asian about these,' you think as you give each nipple a good squeeze, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The shivering feeling continues past your heart shaped ass and into your growing tail. Your wings spread wide and proud as your hands run across your taunt abs and across your the bare mons of your permanently bare pussy. A finger from your left hand plunges inside while one from your right teases your clit.

You shudder in orgasm as you drink in all the lovely evilness you now embody, a soft moan erupting from your coal black lips.

Everything is so much clearer without your pesky soul and the morals that were placed on you as a human. Fuck humanity. No really you think, FUCK HUMANITY until there are no humans left.

With that you compose yourself and restore your glamour. You look much like you did after your second treatment, a killer body, one capable of arousing a lot of things, but suspicion that you're a demon is not one of them. A moment's though and you are clad in a very sexy outfit, a tight leather dress and towering heels.

You quickly head to the club to catch up with Louisa. You find her on the dance floor surrounded by a half a dozen people. With your enhanced senses, you quickly surmise that one of the men dancing with him is an incubus, the other is still human. Of the females, two are your sisters in sin while the other two have yet to join your ranks.

You join Louisa on the floor and offer her a long, deep kiss as you grind your body against hers. You dance for hours enjoying the sexual tension you're able to create in both the men and women around you.

Just as you are imagining which partner (or partners) you want to take to your room you spot a young man seated at the bar. Kyle Adams! So, the DSD already dispatched another agent to check up on you. The fact that they didn't tell you leads you to conclude that they already suspect you may have been corrupted. It seems Kyle hasn't spotted you yet, though it's likely he's looking for the OLD you anyway. You duck behind a curtain and craft an illusion of invisibility around yourself that permits you to leave the club unnoticed.

You head to the spa and meet the new receptionist. Shortly Deb emerges from a treatment room and you tell her your predicament.

"He's likely to demand a medical scan as soon as he sees me. Will I pass?"

"We can conceal ourselves from the most rudimentary medical tests without difficulty, but, as you know, the DSD's tests are exceptionally sensitive to demonic magic. It's likely to show up in any sample from anyone who's had two of our "spa treatments" or more. "

When you tested Louisa's blood, she'd only had her first treatment. Things would have been much different if you'd waited to get a sample from her. You're glad you were such a diligent agent.

"We were going to have you down here before you left," Deb says. "There's no way you'd get past a full DSD medical scan without our help."

She leads you to a wall at the back of the spa. With a wave of her hand, the illusion, one so strong you didn't even sense it, drops away and a door appears. Deb waives her hand in the other direction and the door unlocks.

You follow Deb through, the door locking behind you as the illusion re-establishes itself. Deb drops her glamour. "Feel free to be yourself here, Jody," she says.

You let your glamour drop and relish the sensation as you continue along the hallway, as a naked, crimson skinned succubus.

Deb leads you to a lab where two succubi are fucking on the floor.

"Uhum," Deb says. The succubi stand. "Are we interrupting some important research?"

"No, mistress," they respond simultaneously.

"Jody," Deb continues, "allow me to introduce Dr. Sandy Lucas and her assistant, Olivia." They nod in turn. "Sluts, this is Jody Kai, one of our newest sisters." Both lick their lips lustfully as they look you over.

"Jodi is a DSD agent, and she needs your help to pass a medical screening."

"Well," Olivia says, "there's really only one way." She opens a supply closet, removes a vial and a syringe.

As Olivia prepares the injection, you make the connection. "Sandy Lucas, part of the Omega Force?"

"The one and only," Sandy replies as her whole body shimmies. "How do you know about me?"

"The fall of Camp Isaiah is a part of the standard agent training at the DSD. We've ...," you stop to correct yourself, "err, ... humans have been studying it for years, but we .. err, they never figured out how the breach occurred."

"We'll have to tell you about it sometime," Deb says. "I'm sure that we can fill in any 'holes' you may have on the subject."

Just then Olivia walks up with the shot. "I'm sorry to do this to you. I took this treatment once. It took three weeks to wear off, and I swore I'd never take it again." Then she injects you in the arm and presses down on the plunger.

The medicine burns as it goes into your body. In moments its effect becomes apparent. Your luscious demon body withers before you. Even the enhancements from your initial treatments are wiped away. You look to be in every way the same Jody Kai who came to the spa a few days ago. You even feel your heart beating again. Still, you know that your heart is as black and evil as it was a few moments ago. You are and will forever be a demon even in this human disguise.

"We've improved the formula since it was used on Olivia," Sandy says.

"Lucky you," Olivia continues, "you should only be stuck like this for about a week."

"We have the clothes you brought with you in the next room," Deb says. "Why don't you put them on and see if your co-worker is still waiting for you at the bar."