The idea of summoning a succubus was ludicrous to you bordering on the absolute unhinged but the more you read the more you couldn't help but feel morbidly curious. It was a quiet Saturday evening after all and you hadn't planned a thing beyond watching videos and playing video games. After reading a number of stories of impossible fantasies fulfilled and inescapable nights of endless pleasure you were quickly convinced. You do a quick search and navigate to one of the top pages, the ritual seems simple enough: Sketch out a circle with all sorts of otherworldly symbols and speak the accompanying words of power. By the time the sun went down you were completely prepared. Drawing your curtains shut, you light a number of candles that you place around the circumference of the circle. Inhaling sharply, you speak the supposed words of power. What comes out of your mouth sounds strangely muted and gives you a sensation similar to brain freeze. You feel a slight tug upon your body, drawing you towards the circle.
You stumble backwards just in time to notice the circle glowing faintly. Assuming it's some sort of trick, you rub your eyes, watching as the air shifts and obscures before you. A pale, gorgeous woman shimmers into existence before you, her curvaceous silhouette framed by a long curtain of dark hair. She has a petite pair of horns that jut out from her thick bed of black hair. "B..But how.." You begin, only to shut up as she steps out of the circle, walking towards you with a confident swaying gait, a hand tucked against one of her flanks as she looks you over. "What a treat." She finally says, her voice sultry and calming. You couldn't decide whether to be afraid or aroused.
"S-So," You stammer with a shake of your head, "You're mine for the evening, right? That's how the ritual goes?" The supposed succubus frowns and pokes a finger into your chest. "Are you serious? Silly boy, did you even read what you just conjured up?" A look of pity washes across her face for a moment but it doesn't last very long. She licks her lips and leans in nice and close, "Let me spell it out for you nice and slowly. You aren't here for your pleasure, you're here for my pleasure." Before you could get a word in, the succubus pushes you back onto your bed and straddles your lap, her spade-tipped tail curling around your thigh. She breathes hotly along your face before drawing you into a deep and passionate kiss. You relax and lean into her. You shiver with excitement at the sensation of her fingers trailing down your shirt to hook into the waistband of your shorts. This was going to be the best night of your life, even if the otherworldly beauty before you was just a little disturbing. These thoughts were quickly driven from your mind as her fingers curl around your cock, bringing it to life with a single squeeze. Your fantasy made reality is quickly brought to a screeching halt as the succubus presses her palm against your groin, an intense heat forcing you to sit up straight. Within moments, you feel a strange emptiness between your legs yet the heat remains. "W-What are you..?" You begin to murmur, but the succubus silences you with a quick kiss.
"Shh..."
Panic begins to set in but there's little you can do. Some unseen force is keeping you paralyzed. The succubus regards you with a mischievous and hungry look as she runs her hands down your sides, that all too familiar heat spreading around your body from your crotch. You stare downwards just in time to watch heavy pockets of fat erupt from your figure, your changing body jiggling violently as more and more weight settles on your frame. You feel your hair brush against your back as your burgeoning breasts settle upon your quaking stomach. You can feel your bed buckle from your ballooning weight, its frame screaming in protest beneath you. It's very clear that she's turning you into a woman and she wasn't stopping there. "You're going to be so disgusting when I'm done with you." She moans into your ear, running her hands along your widening body like a woman possessed. Though you struggle to peer over your massive breasts, you can spot that spade-tipped tail pressing against the crotch of her panties - at least someone was having fun. With a snap of her fingers, your clothes shift and crawl around your body, reshaping themselves into a white pair of panties and a bra that were obviously a few sizes too small. You watch as she skips around you merrily as if enjoying herself for the first time in centuries, her expression the very definition of happiness. If you weren't in such a predicament, you might have found her cute. Grinning, she explores your body, digging her hands underneath the immense fold of the lower half of your belly, shaking it, delighting in the way your strained underwear hugs your obese body. "Just a bit more..." She coos, her voice hot and heavy with lust.
You groan as she continues to probe your body, first by squeezing your breasts together. That warmth again. You shiver and lean back against the couch, crying out in raw pleasure as your breasts swell heavier and fatter. "Ooh? Did that feel good, my little whale?" You refuse to answer but your shocked, reddened face told her all she needed to know. "By the time I'm done, maybe you'll change your tone." With a soft giggle, the succubus slams her hands against your belly once again before leaning in, biting the upper fold of your belly firmly. You feel the heat intensify towards your stomach, coalescing around where she bit. She massages your belly, the result isn't comfortable or relaxing at all. In fact, it's the opposite. You writhe against your bed as her fingers dip into your very being, changing you, sculpting you, molding you to fit her darkest and most carnal desires.
You were noticeably even fatter than before, the lower half of your belly spilling over your panties and onto your spacious lap. Her hands slide down towards your ass. Your stomach churns and burbles loudly, forcing you to double over as you expel the loudest, most unladylike fart you've ever heard in your entire life. You stare off to the side in complete and utter humiliation, tears streaming down your face. You fart again and again as the succubus sinks her fingers into your ass, expanding it in slow, teasing waves, ensuring that it became one of your biggest features. The heat returns again, lingering around your obese body, blanketing you like a humid Summer day. Within seconds, your body was shimmering with sweat, the excited succubus dragging her lengthy, pointed tongue around the vast surface of your ass, lapping up as much of it as she can. "Fuck.. I think you're perfect, Emily..." She coos, saying what must have been your new name in a teasing, mocking tone.
You feel strange as her spell lifts, freeing you from paralysis. Every little movement feels like a chore now as you move to stand, even lifting your arms left your muscles aching. The way your new body wobbles and moves leaves you stranded on the edge of your bed. "To make sure you don't run off and get skinny on me, gassy." She explains casually as she squeezes your doughy thigh, devoid of any muscle. She pauses as a hiss of flatulence bubbles out from your ass, a satisfied gasp escaping your lips. "Lifting all that ass is really going to make you sweat." Another noisy fart forces its way out of you, the resulting sound and sensation leaves you feeling wet and horribly embarrassed. As if by instinct, you find yourself reaching down to tease your new sex but you stop yourself, instead pressing your palms into your belly. The succubus takes note, "A little gift to make your life more exciting while I'm gone." She chimes, leaning down to kiss you, squishing her sizeable tits against your own. You notice that, despite your size, she was much bustier than you. "You're mine now, do you understand?" You gawk at her in confusion before she shoves a hand underneath your belly and against your drooling pussy, pinching your clit between her fingers. You moan hotly, spreading your titanic thighs like the fat, gassy slut you are. The succubus squeals in delight before withdrawing her hand, looking over you with an overwhelming expression of pride - she can hardly take her eyes off of you now. "Thankfully I won't have to worry about you jumping on the first cock in sight like this; I am a very jealous mistress I'll have you know. Explore your new self and squeeze into something sexy by tomorrow night, understand? I'll be back to give you the best night of your life."
And with that, she disappears in a puff of smoke. Were you two a thing now? What does that mean for you? You had all of Sunday to focus on that until she was back. You sigh as you reluctantly settle against your creaking bed, closing your watery eyes as you struggle to fit a pudgy hand underneath your belly and between your thighs, the offensive odor of endless sweat and constant flatulence overwhelming your senses. As your doughy fingers press against the folds of your slit, you can't help but imagine how you must have looked from her point of view. The offensive, pathetic sight of an obese woman desperately trying to get off, the air humid and clammy with your stench, your eager, girly moans intermixed with wet, booming farts that don't seem to stop. It only takes you a matter of minutes to work yourself to an explosive, mind-numbing climax. This was going to be the longest night of your new life.
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