She orders the other demons to hunt you, but only after she makes some ‘improvements’

An invisible **** takes hold of you and lifts you to your feet. You try to move, but your body is stuck in place.

“Thou can struggle, but thou shalt not move unless I allow thee” states Eisheth.

You give up struggling and accept that, for the time being, you are at will of the demon and her powers. Eisheth extends her hand and brushes your hair with it.

“My creator is quite the handsome young man. It’s a shame though, most of the demons which thou summon’d do not enjoy men such as thee. I shall have to fix that.”

The demon lends forward and kisses you. She brings her hand onto your check and you can feel her tongue enter your mouth. Unconsciously, you send out your tongue to meet hers and begin to feel hot. The heat centres at your groin. It's a pleasant warmth, like sex, but different in a way that you can not describe.

The feeling then spreads to your legs and you feel them start to wobble. It rises to your stomach and you can feel your belly tighten. The feeling goes further up your body and it feels like every nerve in your chest is on fire in the most delightful way. The feeling lingers in your chest longer than anywhere else. It spreads to your arms and then to your head. For a moment you feel like you are nothing at all.

The demon pulls her tongue out of your mouth and takes a step back. “That will be enough.” She smiles. “Oh my, methinks it turned out beautifully. I might have to keep my creator for myself.” Eisheth pauses. “No. I should let one of the lesser demons have their way with thee.”

You manage to let loose a sigh and you feel the heat dissipate and leave your body. The demon snaps, and whatever **** was holding you in place vanishes. You fall to your feet, panting from the recent experience.

“Stand slut.” Eisheth commands. You feel no supernatural energy that forces you to stand but do so obediently.

Your clothes seem to now fit you more awkwardly than you remember, with the sleeves of your tunic now reaching down to your thumbs and your pants stretching down to you heels. The world feels off but you are sure it is just your vertigo returning.

“What the good bitch thou’ve become. Speak, how does my creator feel.”

“I feel good” you reply “but better when you were kissing-” You stop. Your voice, is that even my voice?, sounds off. You panic and cover your mouth with your hands.

“Something seem wrong?” Asked the demon teasingly. She grins. “I know thou’ll love what I do next.”

The demon snaps her fingers and a fire appears on the sleeve of your shirt. The fire doesn’t feel hot, but it still manages to start burning through your sleeve. You use your other hand to try to pat out the fire but all you succeed in doing is setting your other sleeve on fire. You can hear Eisheth laugh.

The fire begins to speed up and soon both arms on your tunic are reduced to ashes. The fire begins to pour down your clothing and soon your entire outfit is aflame. However, the fire doesn’t burn you. You look at the demon and she is laughing to herself.

“What is this!?” You scream.

Eisheth replies: “I have remade my creator to look like how my creator made me.”

You look down to see the last of your burning outfit fall off you, leaving you naked. Then you notice your breasts. They’re larger than the demon’s and softer than you expected. You tighten your grip on one and feel a small yet pleasant shock. You look at the demon mortified.

“Is my creator not please with his ahem her appearance?” The demon’s wings flutter as she laughs.

You can’t bring yourself look down at your new body. Instead, you run your hand down your body and feel what the demon has done. Your breasts, as you have already realized, feel soft as you run your fingers under time. Curious, you flick one and are surprised by how easily they jiggle. You keep exploring downwards. You belly feels smooth and is almost perfectly flat. You feel something in your belly button and deduce that it is a piercing.

Your hand falls below your belly button, right above your groin. You know what you're going find but can't bring yourself to think about. You touch the upper part of your groin to learn that it is now smooth and hairless.

“Well” encourages Eisheth, “keep exploring."