Succubus Shape Shifting

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"This is not how this normally goes."

Cydaea crossed her arms in front of her chest, frowning. Black hair cascaded past her shoulders, streaks of silver shining from the moonlight through the open window. Her eyes held a deep purple, large and attentive as she gazed at her would-be victim. Darrel sat naked at the edge of his bed, looking a little disappointed. His appartment was a mess. As a matter of fact, his whole life was a mess. He'd lost his job, girlfriend, and rent money (gambled away) in the last week. When a beautiful succubus showed up in his bedroom, he figured it would be a reasonable enough end to a pitiable life. Death by orgasm was as good a way to go as any, right? But...

His length lay soft and useless between his legs, despite the stunningly gorgeous figure of Cydaea in front of him. Her breasts were full and soft, seeming to bounce a near comical amount with each movement. Her waist shrunk in, prior to branching out to wide, breedable hips and a soft ass. Her clothing consisted of black, lacy lingerie, seeming to accentuate her already perfect proportions. Her skin, pale and warm, appeared blemish free. Three notable features defined her true identity. A set of two small horns protruded from her wavy black hair. Similarly, a set of small bat-like wings came from her back. Finally, a black pointed tail swished behind her, betraying an aggravated demeanour.

"The most beautiful woman in the world is in front of you, and you can't get hard?" Cydaea huffed. Darrel could only shrug in disappointment. He couldn't understand it either.

"One more thing I'm useless at, I suppose..."

Cydaea rolled her eyes, stepping around the bed slowly. "Quit the lame self depreciation shit." Her words were biting and harsh, and probably not particularly helpful to the situation.

"Well, maybe you can just go." Suggested Darrel. "I guess I'll just blow my brains out when you're gone."

Cydaea drew around in front of him once more. "Nope. Absolutely not. I came here for cum, and I'm gonna get it." She growled in response. "We just need to... change things a little." She rolled her eyes again, not seeming particularly happy about having to work for her meal.

"Change things?" Darrel asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked down towards his soft cock. "I... Don't know what you could change. I'm ju-" As he raised his eyes again, Cydaea was gone. Or rather, someone else was in her place. Gone was the pale beauty he saw before. Now before him stood a large hunk of a man. His jaw seemed to cut steel, and his body was a terrifying conglomoration of bulging muscles. Between his legs hung the largest cock Darrel had ever seen.

"W-Wait... What? N-No, that's not helping!" Darrel exclaimed. It didn't seem possible, but his cock was even softer than before. The man growled, a tail behind him flicking and betraying that this was, indeed, still Cydaea. In a visual display which could only be described as unpercievable to mortals, the figure changed and morphed, before reappearing as a new one.

"Got it, you're not gay." A new woman spoke. She was thicker set than the original Cydaea but retained similar features. Her ass was even more curvy than before, with thick, jiggly thighs. She looked down at Darrel with an expectant smirk.

"I mean, you're sexy but... It's not doing anything." Darrel sighed. The smirk was quickly wiped from Cydaea's face. "You're impossible." She accused. He shrugged again. "No matter, we'll get to the bottom of this."

The next 10 minutes consisted of Cydaea rapidly changing her form, hoping for any reponse from Darrel. She tried everything! A catgirl maid: "Nyaaaaa, master wanna pet my ears?" A goth mommy dom: "Ready to worhship your new mommy?" A slime girl: "You know, you could see your cock inside me if you fucked me, teehee!" But nothing worked... She swapped to a final form, exasperated: A flat-chested tomboy.

"You're impossible! " She reiterated. As her final form settled, Darrel's eyes widened, just a little. More to the point, his cock twitched, ever so slightly. No one was more attuned to the predisposition of a cock that Cydaea, and she was quick to notice. "Wait wait wait. This one. You like this one a little more?" She hurriedly asked. It seemed like she was getting desperate.

"Well... Maybe a little. I mean, she's fine, but not enough..." Darrel murmured, clearly too disappointed in himself to really care. "Interesting..." Cydaea put a finger to her lips, thinking quietly. "What do you like about her?" She quizzed. "Her butt?" She gave the new figure's athletic butt a wiggle. "Her face? Or maybe her absolute lack of tits." She huffed a little incredulously.

As she mentioned the flat chest of her new figure, Darrel's cock twitched again, ever so slightly. "Ah, the cock never lies." She grins. "So it's the tits, or lack thereof." She paced across the litter strewn floor of the apartment, thinking quietly to herself. "A flat chest, but... What else?"

Slowly, Cydaea came to a stop. A sense of realisation seemed to wash over her as she looked back towards Darrel. She eyed him with a feeling of curiosity and surprise, before slowly approaching him again.

"Listen. I gotta tell you something." She spoke cautiously. Darrel's eyes came up to hers. Curiosity shone through his depressed apathy. What could a demon who came to drain his soul possibly have to confide in him? He nodded slowly. "Okay, great. So..." She paused for a moment. "We succubus have... Rules. Even in hell, there's things we don't do. But, if you couldn't tell, I'm getting kind of desperate." She hissed the last word.

"Things you don't do?" He echoed back slowly.

"Yeah, so... I think I have an idea on how I can make this work. One more transformation. I get your cum, you die. Win win." She proposed. He hesitantly nodded again. "But if it's not something you like and it doesn't work, you tell no one, got it? If a demon is caught breaking the rules, we go to Super hell. And trust me, it's way worse than regular hell." Her breathing was a little hitched. It was clear that her desperation was playing a number on her

A little unsure, Darrel nodded his head. "I don't really know what a demon is gonna do which could surprise me at this point, but go ahead. Who am I gonna tell, anyway? It's not like I know any demon officials." He replied.

"Well as a matter of fact, I happen to know that one of your local governors is actu- You know what, it doesn't matter. Just... Give me a second."

Cydaea took a step back, closing her eyes and seeming to think hard for a moment. It was clear that this was passing some strange boundary that she'd set herself. "Okay..." She took a deep breath.

Her form begun to change again, as before. Darrel wasn't sure what he expected her new form to be. As impossible shapes formed in front of him, he begun to wonder if he could just leave, and save Cydaea the embarassment of not being able to turn him on. Or was it saving him the embarassment? He wasn't sure. Before he could proceed any further with the thought, a figure condensed before him.

His jaw dropped at Cydaea's new form.

"W-What the hell is this?" He cried out in exasperation.

Cydaea stood before him, except far different to before. Gone were her wide, buxom hips, and her chest was pale and flat. She still wore the same lacy black lingerie, but it seemed obscene on the new figure. Simply put, a young girl stood in front of Darrel. She looked to be around 7 or 8 years old. Soft brown hair fell past her shoulders, a nervous smile on her plush pink lips. A small dip in her waist was still present, except her butt was now small and pert. She stared at him with the same, big purple eyes. Her horns still jutted from her head.

"T-This is wrong!" Darrel exclaimed, causing a momentary crash in Cydaea's facial expression. Her dismay was soon replaced by excitement as she noticed something new.

He was hard. Rock hard.

"Oh, is it?" She replied, her voice now mimicking that of a young girl. "Then explain that, hmm?" She pointed a small hand towards his erection, which he promptly tried to hide with his hand. "You can't do that, it's wrong!" He protested. "Oh, so you're gonna lecture a demon on ethics?" She huffed in reply, folding her arms indignantly. No longer did she have any breasts to prop up with such an action. "Besides, I'm not the one with a throbbing, hard erection from staring at a 7 year old." She seemed to speak with a certain hunger as she regarded his cock, but quickyl regained control of himself.

"I... But, you-" "-You promised, didn't you?" She cut him off. He nodded meekly. "So, stop playing coy and let's get this over with. Believe it or not, I don't love being in this form."

She was telling the truth. It was... a strange boundary for her to cross. She'd never done anything like this before, and wasn't particularly keen on getting caught. Still, she needed cum. She was a succubus! As she took a step forward, he recoiled slightly on the bed.

"What now?" She huffed.

"L-Look, I really don't think I can do this." Darrel replied, his voice a little shaky.

"Of course you can, look, you're halfway there already!" She gestured once more at his boner.

"I know, but it's just... I might freak out if you go too fast, you know?" He said insistently.

"Too fast?"

"Yeah, like... Can we just take it slow?"

Cydaea paused for a moment, regarding the strange, perverted man in front of her. She was hungry, and she needed this to happen. But... He'd already demonstrated that his cock was a little... temperemental at best. It wouldn't be good if he became unable to cooperate.

"Fine." She hissed, stepping back. Darrel breathed a shaky sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing a little. "So what do you need?"

He looked at her quizically. "What do I need?" He asked.

"Don't play stupid. We're already this far. I can see that you like this kind of thing, so you may as well commit. Tell me how it could be perfect. Believe it or not, I'm not exactly used to this kind of thing."

"Oh... I..." Darrel paused, looking away from the scantily dressed young girl in front of him. This was incredibly wrong. Frankly, he was shocked by himself. He didn't even know that something like this would have such an effect on him! Yet the evidence was clear on his body. Every time he looked towards Cydaea, his cock seemed to grow even harder.

"I'm waiting." Her voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Okay okay. Well, you don't look very... realistic?" He suggested. Cydaea raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "You know, like your clothes." She sighed in response. "You want me to dress more like a 7 year old?"

"I didn't say that!" He insisted. "Yes, you did." She smirked a little. He glared at her in response. "Oh come on. You're gonna die tonight. Just give in and stop being such a prude. Why do you even care what a demon thinks?"

She made a good point...

"Fine..." He replied, somewhat defeated. "Do it then." He looked to the floor in shame.

"Uh uh, not after you've been so rude." She replied with a smirk. He looked up, red in the face. "Tell me that you want it. And while you're at it, wrap a hand around that cock." The words were so obscene coming from her mouth, yet they only solidified this as-of-yet untapped section of his lust. He blushed heavily, but nodded in understanding. Slowly, his hand came to his cock and gave a slow, experimental pump. Cydaea licked her lips.

"I want you to... dress more like a 7 year old. Like... I dunno, a school outfit..."

She giggled, and her form quickly shifted. It was much easier to only change her clothing.

"Fuck..." A grunt escaped from Darrel's lips as he beheld Cydaea's new clothing. Her skin was now covered - A white blouse hugged her torso tightly, tucked into a knee-length black skirt. White socks ran up underneath, presumably to just above her knees. Darrel couldn't help but to give his cock another couple of pumps.

"Hmm, better huh?" Cydaea mused teasingly, giving a small twirl. She finished facing away from him, shifting her hips slowly to the side. Her tail poked from a small hole in the bottom of her shirt, but her wings couldn't be seen. "I bet you always look at girls like this, don't you, perv?"

"N-No, I don't!" Insisted Darrel, but his hand gently pumping his cock seemed to suggest otherwise. His cheeks were red, shame clearly heavy on his soul. Cydaea turned back to him with a knowing look. "Go on, keep going. Tell me what else you want while you stroke your hard cock."

He trembled a little, unsure of what he could possibly say. "Look, you're going to hell anyway. You might as well have a little fun." Her words caused him to pause for a moment, but he quickly resumed. The knowledge of his eternal damnation didn't seem to stop him from being so damn horny.

"Fine... I uhm..." She watched him expectantly. "Lift your skirt." He instructed. She grinned in reply.

"That's more like it." She chirped back happily, turning once more to face away from him. She slowly, teasingly, lifted her skirt. Underneath she wore simple pink pantied, hugging her cute butt perfectly.

"Nnnngghhhhhh..."

"Now that was a weird sound, but I guess it was a good thing, hmm?" She taunted over her shoulder, slowly shaking her butt at him. "You like seeing my lil butt, hmm mister?" Darrel's eyes practically rolled back in his head as he stroked himself with increased fervour. As he slowly looked back towards her, he gave a shameful nod.

"Good. I'm glad this is finally working. You know, most men don't get off like this..." She stepped slowly towards the masturbating man. "They don't find little girls like me sexy. But you're just a perv, hmm?" Her hands came to her hips as she regarded him. He nodded, stroking eagerly.

"Y-Yes... I'm a perv..." He grunted.

"And what else does this perv want?" Cydaea questioned. She was surprised to find that she was somewhat enjoying this.

"A... A sundress." Darrel grunted.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't quite hear that. Could you repeat it?" Cydaea raised an eyebrow expectantly. Darrel groaned again. Was the humiliation making these even hotter?

"Please... Wear a cute sundress for me. I wanna see it on you..."

"That's better."

Cydaea changed her form again. When she reappeared, a cute yellow sundress hung from her lithe frame down to her knees. Once again she wore knee high socks and a devilish smile. Her efforts were rewarded with another groan of terrible, shameful pleasure from Darrel as he stroked himself. Enjoying the site of his hard length, she stepped again towards him.

"Want to know something fun?" She spoke gently as she approached. Darrel gave a nod in reply. "I'm not wearing any panties under this dress..."

"Fuck..." Darrel grunted. "You get one more request before I lose my patience." Cydaea spoke calmly, but Darrel could tell that there was a sense of urgency behind her words. "Make it worth it."