A Night of Change

--artwork by murakumo1987--

“Halloween is a night of opportunity, to witness two worlds and choose between them. Will you choose love, vengeance, perhaps both? This is a night of change; where ones inner desires and taboos can manifest without scrutiny. Anything can happen on this hallowed night.”

With pale blue eyes like that of a vulture, he stared with a floating expression; the old man’s brittle voice and the message it delivered sounded convincing to his audience of two. As the crisp tone of his voice stopped entering their ears—David, age 25 and Tyrone, Age 26—they snapped back to reality, the reality that this was perhaps nothing more than the ramblings of a drunk on Halloween night. Still, they couldn’t deny the message resonated with them—more so David.

David and Tyrone, both friends, had been soaking in the atmosphere of Halloween evening at a pub they frequented, the Wicked Pub and Grub, before being captivated by the drunken old timer spewing his late night ravings; it was a good time. Being a sort of horror themed bar it always had the best Halloween parties. Plenty of eye candy for men and women, fantastic and bizarre costumes aplenty. It truly was the time of night to let loose one’s wild side. Despite this both of them had always been a bit timid when it came to dressing up as adults on Halloween even though they adored the holiday.

Both men were attractive enough and could certainly rock a good outfit for the occasion. Tyrone was a slouchy, dark skinned athletic type with short cut fuzzy hair. David was of a thin trim body type, pasty skin, but with a more effeminate face with a softer complexion than Tyrone; small nose, yet still highly masculine jawline, and a meticulously trimmed messy bowl cut. He looked far more presentable in his choice of attire than his friend—dress jeans and a button up flashy shirt—yet Tyrone was always a bigger hit with the ladies. They both received attention often enough—you could call them a hit—and yet never did they play dress up at events like these. For Tyrone it was more the fact dress up wasn’t his thing, but for David… he had a more sensitive reason.

David enjoyed cross-dressing, always had since high school. His friend knew this and despite his initial shock always supported him. David always thought about doing it in public, but he was terrified of how others might look at him, having no confidence when it came to the idea. Every Halloween Tyrone always tried to convince him to cross dress at the Halloween event at the pub. People were cool with anything on nights like tonight. Halloween you could dress how you wished and hardly be judged for it. It was never enough to convince him.

Downing fast a slimy green glowing drink at the bar—a festive touch—Tyrone noticed his friend pondering over something. He had an idea of what; he could tell the old man’s words really spoke to him on some level.

“So, is tonight the night you finally do it?” he boldly asked while propping his body against the bar counter, toying with his glass in his hands as if anxiously waiting for some revelatory response.

With an aloof stare David replied, “Really, that again? Look it’s never going to happen okay. It’s my private indulgence.” His face quickly turned sour.

“Look bud, you gotta come out of your shell on this. It’s eating you up, don’t think I can’t tell.” Tyrone responded, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You’ll never be happy with who you truly are unless you take opportunities like these, golden opportunities, to express yourself. Feel comfortable with who you are ya know?”

He could tell he got his friend thinking once more and he slumped back against the bar table with a smirk. “Besides,” he chuckled, “Nowadays people are getting less judgmental about that sort of stuff man. Who knows if you’d even enjoy doing it in public.” He turned an eye towards David. “Won’t know until you try.”

David grimaced slightly as he struggled with the decision. The thing was, it wasn’t just cross dressing, it was more than that. Wearing woman’s clothing was like an escape for him, to become something so unlike who he was. He did much more than cross dress, he acted out, fantasized about being a seductive controlling bombshell that could toy with any man captured by her gaze. David had never been fully confident in his sexuality. He didn’t consider himself gay, suffering from gender dysphoria or anything like that; the cross-dressing was more of a power fantasy if anything. But he was never quite sure what it all meant, probably never would unless he explored this avenue more openly.

No I’d look silly dressed like a woman, he struggled in his mind, but maybe Tyrone is right. He looked back at his friend who was already fearlessly staring down other women in revealing costumes at the bar and trying to stop them with small talk. Maybe I need to just really let it all go for once to find out my true feelings.

“I’m gona do it!” A struggling but hopeful voice called out. Tyrone whipped his head back around towards David with a gawking smile.

“Ha no way man, really!? That’s amazing! Good for you!” he gleefully cheered on, patting Dave heavily on the back. “You’ll do great I know it! You want me to drive you back home to get dressed?” He said slyly.

“N-no, it’s no problem. I can do it myself. I only live a few blocks away I… I can just walk back here. Besides it’ll give me some practice walking outside dressed up.” David nervously assured with a fake smile.

After a few more encouraging words from his pal, David set off for his apartment, arriving home in an edgy sweat with his back against the closed door.

“It’s okay Dave, you can do this!”

Taking a few moments to work up the courage he went to his bedroom and pulled out a large bin from under his bed. His most prized outfit, a costume perfect for his Halloween fantasies, was dwelling inside.

He gently lifted the plastic lid from the bin revealing a neatly folded Halloween costume. He raised the one-piece out from the container and stared at it fondly. It was a full body leotard/tights combo. The black bustier-like top had a heart shaped opening around the midriff and stopped as points covering over the nipples. The sides opened up greatly revealing one’s bare armpits, any cleavage that may be showing, and then some—it was pretty revealing to put it simply.

David continued to examine his pride-and-joy intensively. It was so eye-catching and commanding. White feather trims trailed off from the tips of the black V leotard and over the shoulders and onto the black tips on the backside. It dipped quite far in the back, a foot or so above the butt. Faded-purple bridal gauntlets were connected to the white trims near the shoulders. Wrapping up the whole package was a pair of plain black leather heeled boots that went well with the faded purple tights emblazoned with bat designs that covered the lower body beneath the leotard. This outfit was a character costume of Morrigan from the video game series Darkstalkers, albeit for a few minor color differences—based more off an alternate color of her costume in game.

Morrigan was beautiful, sexy, confident, conceited, and impish. She could be called many things given that she was a succubus. She was friendly and approachable despite being depraved in her indulgences. Simply, she was always out to satisfy her own hunger and shirking her responsibilities; a free spirit.

David frowned as he remembered he had never bought a set of wings for his back and head to complete the outfit. He never expected he’d go out in public with it and always enjoyed the costume regardless of the lack of succubus-like features. Ah well, it’ll have to do, he thought. He couldn’t wait to get dressed as he hurried to his feet.

He lingeringly pulled up on the costume as he stuck both feet into the leggings. He felt first the cold touch of the bustier top traveling up his legs, sending goosebumps up his body like a rippling wave. Oh, but that wasn’t the best part. David much more preferred the sensation that followed—the nylons and how they kissed his skin. He always savored the soft stroke they delivered, gliding gradually up past his feet and scaling the hills that were his calves. David watched in satisfaction as he saw the tights moving like a sheet covering the land, consuming his thighs as they journeyed up his body. His cock rose as the tights met his thighs and began to hug comfortably against the plump skin residing there. The higher the tights traversed his frame, the higher his member rose awaiting its own gift.

It was like fitting into ones proper skin for David. He felt so comfortable, so free in this outfit—in any woman’s clothing to be frank. This costume was special to him however, in that it represented his hidden desires so perfectly. He stopped for a moment just as the lower thong of the leotard hugged his balls and pressed his stiffened rod against his chilled body. Staring fondly at his legs now printed with bats on a purple canvas, he reflected on what the nylon represented.

Nylon tights made any pair of legs a treat, man or woman, it didn’t matter to David. Possess instant sexy legs without the skin; that’s what this marvel of fashion bestowed. No harsh marks by jeans cutting into flesh either. Everyone should wear these, he thought, his hand coasting down one leg past the knee, the tender texture like feint prickles against his palm. He always made sure to shave his entire body of troublesome body hair so he could experience the full touch of the outfits he held so dear.

He took a few steps about the room which quickly turned into an almost silent, mild dance.

It moves with my own movements so effortlessly, he thought. No inhibitions… so playful yet relaxed without a hint of embarrassment or shame. He pictured the idealized version of himself, feeling that way, thinking those thoughts outside the privacy of his home. It feels like nudity but with all the confidence of being fully clothed!

He paused for a moment and settled, looking down at himself with a soft smile and a warm half-opened stare.

“Freedom… ”

He was really getting excited now and he had only just started. Perhaps tonight was the night he would come out of his shell, and show the world his true self.

Calming down he tugged up again on his outfit and felt the back end of the leotard wedge into his butt crack—only slightly—and gently slipped his arms in the gauntlets as his mind began to race.

This freedom to lay bare… 

They too had a delicate touch as they fitted neatly to his arms, the folds and bunching of the material tensing on his body the further his arms slipped through.

The freedom to express myself… 

He breathed in and had to pull up HARD on the leotard to fit it around his mid-section. It was clearly made for a curvaceous woman and despite being rather slim himself David simply didn’t have the right body type to make wearing it practical. He enjoyed the leathery embrace all the same.

To discover who I truly am!

After snugging himself into the outfit completely, making sure the tips of the top covered his nipples; he gently exhaled and let his body fully relax, adjusting the feather trims below his shoulders a bit. His belly strained a bit against the garment’s tight waist, but not to the point where it was painful or he couldn’t move well enough. He did notice that his chest was provided more room than the last time he wore the outfit, granted there was plenty of wiggle-room for the breasts he didn’t possess. 

David sent a hand through his messy hair and noted, “A snug fit around the gut as always, but wow my chest!” He admired how his hard work had paid off. “Shaving off some weight definitely made things easier up there.”

As he slipped on his heeled black boots—which looked like something a dominatrix might wear—he stood up fearless and proud staring out his window, to the world he’d enter for the first time as the real David. He noticed a large, full, yellow moon tonight. Looks like I’m not the only one who changed appearances tonight, he inwardly admired.

A night of change.

David’s eyes were completely captivated by the sight and went silent for a minute or two before noticing his erection hadn’t ceased. He knew he was excited, but really now!?

“Calm down man. Ugh, how am I going to keep this eye… sore… hidden?” he said as he slowly trailed off a bit, his hand starting to rub his member softly through the leather thong. He hadn’t worn any underwear beneath—why would he?—so the sensation was only amplified. His mind started to wander a bit and his eyes fluttered. This felt better than usual.

He stood in a daze massaging his junk, his other hand beginning to wander. He traced the sides of one of his legs, up along his waist, across his chest, and then down along one of his arms. His stance was uneasy and his breathing quickening as he let go of his privates and brought both hands on a journey up to his chest. Hard pointed spires rose up from the terrain beneath the tips of the bustier top. It was loose around the chest, but the outfit had clear indentions showing from his excited nipples.

Suddenly he felt pulpous hills rising up around and under each rigid rod. This can’t be right, David worried. What is this feeling? It was the feeling of his chest growing softer and doughier, bringing more weight to each growing lump with each breath. David got lost in the moment, eyes closed, probing the enlarging masses. At the same time David could hear his stomach gurgling and his whole body lightly trembled. Confusion crept in but he didn’t panic, nor could he open his eyes it seemed. It was like he was in a trance, subtly enjoying whatever was happening to him.

Everything began to feel lighter. David’s legs shook at the knees as what he could only describe as his muscles “deflating” began to occur. After an unleashing of fat blew itself out from his chest he opened his eyes and gasped. The changes in his pecs seemed to stop—for now they looked like a pair of small man-boobs sagging into his outfit—but as he gazed down at his trembling hands and lower body he noticed how much thinner everything looked. It was as if his body was withering away before his eyes!

The decline ceased rather quickly though, before the outfit became too loose for him. If anything the costume fit his body better now, almost like he gained a physique more suited for it. He stared in amazement at his hands. The skin softened towards a creamy dreamy complexion and each finger took its turn popping and cracking into a finer enticing shape. As his fingernails grew out from his tips it dawned on him fast what was likely happening.

He was turning into a girl! It was the only thing that made sense given what he was witnessing. His current disbelief hadn’t caught up with his brain though as he stumbled back towards his bed and yelled, “What, what is this!? This can’t be-aagh!” He bent forward and planted both hands upon his face as a sharp pain hit his pelvis.

He cried out in agony as he felt his hips flare out, the sounds of snapping bones ringing through the air. His knees and elbows shook wildly for a moment, adjusting into different formations on his limbs, giving his legs and arms more of a womanly bend. His body had an unmistakably female look to it in its current stance, knees smacked together and elbows looking more prominent as they bent—he looked like a sobbing lady.

His stance became even shakier once his feet underwent a change of their own. Trimming down to a dainty form, David felt his arches fitting more naturally against the inside of his heeled boots. The shoes were now just his size. In fact the more and more he changed, everything on the costume seemed to fall properly in place, as if it were tailored for his body. 

He felt his face cracking and reshaping beneath his hands, his nose growing more pointed and small and his face rounding out more. A sudden surge of pain sent David flying backwards onto his bed, his hands flying out to his sides, as his head forcefully compacted itself down to a more bite-sized shape to match his more delicate form. His face was clearly that of a woman now—his eyes were of astounding brilliance, downturned with radiant royal purple pupils and dollish lashes that matched perfectly his still messy bowl cut. His hair began to garner more of an orange tint and lengthen a bit around the front sides of the face and bangs, the sides stopping around the tops of his cheeks. His hair in back grew curvishly past his neck stopping at the top of his backside.

David could feel his voice cracking as he squirmed about, unable to force himself up off the bed.
“H-how is this happening!? Hah, oh god, aghn!” he groaned as his voice traveled up in pitch drastically until a chipper female tone broke free. His hands gripped tight to the bed sheets as the experience quickly shifted toward a more soothing sensation. Perhaps his body was warming up to its metamorphosis; David could feel intense heat seizing his body and mind. His cock was as hard as ever and the outfit feeling as sensual as ever in its embrace.

He began to moan in discomforting pleasure as he slowly began to submit to the changes. He couldn’t help it; the longer things went on the more right it all felt. He’d always wanted to fit into this outfit of Morrigan’s, to emit the same allure as the video game character he adored, the type of person he—in a foolish way he always thought—aspired to be. Am I becoming Morrigan? he wondered. No, that didn’t seem right; it was something more profound than that.

He gave in more and more as he felt his back arching off the bed and his body growing into the costume. His thighs bloated and pulled the nylon leggings firm around them. Tensing up constantly, he relished each and every tremor that brought with it thicker voluptuous legs—they’d have no problems turning heads. It wasn’t long until the soft alluring touch of fabric was skin tight against them, his sleek legs. The texture… it feels better than ever before! He realized. It’s like nothings there, like a second skin!

Hisass shook violently, bouncing his lower body up and down a few times, David’s hands holding tight to the bedsheets as he swirled in passion. His ass inflated gradually, lifting up firm above his lovely plump thighs which were pushing now against his cheeks—the cheeks pushing back—forming a dark crevice between the two as they battled for attention. His buns silently smacked together each time his body kicked up. It was already wedged between his crack before, but the thong of the leotard rode up obscenely between his large squishy mounds. It teased his butthole as it slowly glided alongside it the more his bottom grew and pulled at the clothing, filling it out against the nylons too that were hugging his ass. He felt some width pack onto his cheeks as they grew even heavier and full of fat to complement their new tightness. David turned onto his stomach, revealing just how high his lower peaks now scaled. They jotted out considerably, enormously round and quite perky.

He rolled back onto his back, his breathing picking up more once again. Eyes closed David wore a shivering, faintly pleased smile that struggled to form from his mouth which was gasping for breath. His dick slid back and forth beneath the leotard; it’s tighter fit now, in a sense, beating him off with each writhing movement. The moans David was making were clear in their intentions. He was greatly enjoying what was happening to him now, despite a twinge of confusion still swirling in mind. It’s like my body wants what Morrigan has, he thought. His eyes stared off into space within his rapture, the twirling ceiling fan he was fixating on going in and out of focus. That sexy confidence, that power. A woman unbound by any reservations, commanding respect with her charms and living free how she chooses!

“Mmm, oh! Aahhn, yes!” David cried out as he felt his core tensing, muscles vibrating on his stomach and backside.

I want that for me, he realized. Inside I’ve always sensed… that’s who I am! Who I wanted to be!

SNAP! David felt his spine crack, his body pushing upwards as his midsection caved in at the sides.

“AAHHNN! Ohh shit!” He shouted in painful bliss as his muscles and organs were crushed into a more compact space. His physique tightened on his tummy before gaining some desirable softness to balance things out. A nice defined line rode up the middle of his stomach to just below his small breasts, showing nude through the heart shaped opening in the leotard. It was the kind of alluring hourglass shape that many women would die for. The skin on David’s back—heck around his entire body now—looked baby smooth and shined with sweat in the light of the room as he squirmed on his side reeling from the most recent change.

He rolled to his other side as he felt more fat suddenly bubble to the surface on his chest, his breasts pushing out more prominent from his upper body, carrying the top out with them now. They looked unmistakably feminine now and David could feel his nipples widening into bigger saucer-like shapes. His tips even became more swollen and sensitive, just begging to be milked. Again on his backside he began to grope at his breasts, needing the exposed flesh that was spilling out above the leotard. His cleavage was taking visible shape. More mass meant a squishier pair of tits to play with and a higher lift bestowed by the bustier-like top. He sent a hand to his junk as well and in hypnotic fashion played with his body up and below.

David was ready for his release. He was almost there, he could feel it! His shoulders sloped down a bit and his breasts stopped growing at a size quite fitting for her form, but smaller than David wished for and certainly not up to the standards of Morrigan and her monster bust. Disappointed but still reaching for that plateau David pleaded, “No, no please! More! I need it all!”

For the moment more didn’t come. David’s hands kept going though; he was too far gone not to finish things up. Rubbing up and down his balls and shaft faster and faster, he felt the bubbling buildup before the eruption. He grabbed his breast so tight with his other hand that it felt painful—it also felt like squeezing an oversized water balloon. David’s cutesy downturned eyes shot as wide as they could manage, his mouth trembling half open, as he moaned, “h-h-haaahh ohhh!! Uhn… yea… o-ohhh…”

He couldn’t stop rubbing his junk which had now soaked the space around his naval. He had blown quite the load inside his costume, cum stuck in a thick pool around his lower trimmed tummy, much of it filling up his belly button.

He felt his breast leak a bit and he pounded a hand against the bed in a quick climaxing reaction. David was utterly awash in joy. Whatever had done this; the magic of the night, his own buried desires given form—maybe he had always been a succubus waiting to be awakened—it didn’t matter to him. He was thankful.

As he struggled to his feet though he bit by bit grew displeased the more he looked over his fair new form. His breasts were not up to his new standards and he found his dick, while an absolute delight, to be unsightly for the brand new woman he was intent on becoming. Danielle, as he seemed fit to call himself now, didn’t want this ending.

“No, damn you,” he muttered angrily. “I want every last bit, I want it all you hear me!”

On que an electric energy shot through his body, focusing greatly on the tip of his penis as if it were a lightning rod. The same happened to his tits and nipples in turn. Danielle gritted his teeth and keeled over. A hand soon traveled to his face to contain the loud wail that was then released. This pleasure was more intense than anything that had come before. It was as if the forces changing him responded to his request with a resounding, FINE BITCH HAVE IT YOUR WAY, IF YOU CAN HANDLE IT!

He felt his dick slithering inward, shriveling up as it was pulled down and in. It grew more sensitive the smaller it became and it drove Danielle mad with ecstasy. At the same time his breasts were growing yet again, rapidly piling on layer after layer of malleable fat. The tits were squeezed extremely tight against the bustier now as it struggled to contain their now impressive sized that definitely rivaled Morrigan for sure. They seemed almost ready to pop out of their top—the edges of her areolas creeping out—as they swung back and forth from Danielle’s bent over form. They dangled like delectable fruits to be harvested—likely full of succulent juice to quench any desiring person’s thirst.

“Ahhh, ohh! More! More!” He cried, before he could no longer speak and merely groaned in pleasure.

Right as one of Danielle’s fingers slipped into his mouth he felt his dick completely sucked in and his hips cracked even wider forcing a huge amount of space between his thighs—the bottom of his butt cheeks now peeking through the opening to any would be on looker—as an explosion of shifting organs took place inside his lower frame. It was an indescribable mix of euphoric pain and unrivaled bliss and it caused HER mind to go completely blank slate for a few brief moments. In those moments there was no thought, no clarity, just white noise and pure release.

During this out-of-her-mind experience, Danielle bit down hard on the finger in her mouth, drawing blood, and lots of it. Desperately rubbing at her covered slit which had soaked her leotard and leggings even more, she felt focused points of pain firing at parts of her back and the top of her head lined up with her ears.

She brought both hands to her body and hugged tight as she felt new bones forming like growths off the ones already there, new appendages firing outward and piercing through her skin to meet the open air. Blood trickled from the exist points and new black colored appendages curved out like tree branches until taking more definite shape as a pair of wings for her head and lower back—the ones on her back large and impressive, while those on her head small and adorable. The tips kept their bony coloration as sharp talon like points. Purple leathery flaps materialized between the dark fine-tipped growths until both sets of seemingly functional bat wings took shape.

Danielle gave off a womanly coo as she settled from her liberating transformation. She brought her hands slowly up, brushing past her breasts—they lifted slightly and jiggled back down into place—up to her hair which she then stroked lovingly as a striking sea-green color overtook her locks. For the most part she looked like Morrigan now, yet a woman all her own. She definitely had a different face and hairstyle, and even her body wasn’t an exact match, if one were to acutely compare.

Danielle felt at home in her own skin for the first time in ages and gave a wicked smile as all new cravings swelled inside her and the freedom she sought for herself had clearly been won in her mind. She’d never felt so playful and alive before and had obvious needs that came with being a succubus, as she now was. She liked the feeling of power that came with it, her status elevated above mere human.

She slowly moved her limbs about in a sort of slow motion dance, soaking in the tight, now perfect fit and feel of her clothes. She brought a hand to her cheek and smiled contently at one of her hands, the fingers prancing about in the air as if they were playing a harp. She noticed the deep cut that was now healing itself, from the bite she delivered earlier. There was still a lot of blood so she casually slipped the finger into her mouth and began sucking it clean, working her finger like only a satisfied seductress could. Shortly done with it she gently pulled it out, a slobbering trail of drool coming with it.

Danielle gave a huge stretch with her arms over her head, her wings flexing as well, before glancing at the clock in her room and noticing it was approaching party-time for the bar she left her friend at. She stared back out the window at the big yellow moon while stroking one of her wings with her hand. She felt almost as if she had been gifted this by some magic-of-the-night. Licking her chops she was ready to make her debut and strutted confidently out of her apartment, capturing the gazes of everyone she passed as she made her way.

She entered the bar with a commanding presence, every person she passed, their eyes glued to her. She had a sense that she could control an aura around her body that would charm any nearby mortals.

Mortals… hee hee. Thinking like a true creature of the night already, she thought. This is going to be fun.

Danielle had clearly been bestowed a much more sleazy sense of morality by the changes wrought upon her. It was, however, everything she’d ever hoped to be. That much was abundantly clear to her now.

She had only one person on her mind at the moment… her friend Tyrone.

In her fresh state and with her lust driving her mad, she wanted her first as a succubus to be her dear friend. Tyrone was nowhere to be found.

Danielle passed some time flirting with a few men, and a couple women even, at the bar before growing tired and uninspired by her choices. She wanted Tyrone and surmised he must have gone home with a woman. This is as good a time as ever to try out the new wings, she figured. In an abandoned alleyway and with a look of determination she took flight, effortlessly floating, more so than flying through the air. She wasn’t going to be denied her meal.

She soon arrived at Tyrone’s, heart racing. Using some of her new powers she fazed through the window in a shadow-like form and re-materialized on the other side. He was practically asleep on his bed, unaware of her presence. She could smell the fresh scent of sex in the room. He must have done the deed not long ago and sent the girl off.

She quickly mounted her friend and yanked down his pants, waking him up.

Tyrone looked up in shock at the winged dame on top of him. Her eyes worked their magic fast and seduced the helpless man before he could even react. He still had his wits about him for the most part; he just had a constant pressure to give into the woman before him prodding his mind. Not that the playboy would say no in any case considering how much of a bombshell she was.

“You were supposed to keep me company sweetie.” Danielle teased. She leaned in for a kiss and let it linger for a good while.

Pulling away she whispered in his ear, “You were right Tyrone. I just needed to come out of my shell.”

“W-wait a minute… David?” Tyrone groggily responded.

“Bingo big boy, hee hee. I’m finally as I should be, inside and out.”

Tyrone felt his cock rising between Danielle’s legs as she disrobed in front of him—her clothes dissipating into a black mist like a swarm of bats which quickly faded away. She then began to glide her leaking slit against it. She let her veiny meal travel along her tight attractive tummy as she leaned in to smother her catch with her bountiful breasts. She spoke softly as she cradled his head like a child against her bosom feeling Tyrone, unable to resist, suckling on one of her tits.

“It’s all thanks to you my dear and your encouragement.” She smiled seductively at the man beneath her lost in her delight.

After a little fooling around Danielle rose up with intensity and declared, “I know you want it, don’t be shy.” And with that she slid onto her friend’s cock and began to ride him, her ass smacking against his body as she hopped up and down.

“Come on now, you gotta put in some work on your end sweetie. Fuck me damnit!”

Tyrone felt challenged and rose up with a fire ignited in his belly and threw Danielle down onto her back and threw both her legs to one side and pushed up a hand against her breasts, groping it violently as support while he started thrusting hard into her.

“Ahn! Yes! That’s it!” Danielle screamed out. “That’s the fire I wanted to see! Give me everything you’ve got, so I can suck you dry!”

Lost in his maddening lust Tyrone moaned in response, “Uhn, oh… yes! David…”

“Ahahaha! Ahn! Ohh yes! Fuck yes!” Danielle’s evil laugh rang through the room. She could feel Tyrone’s energy mingling with her own. It was intoxicating, feeling the life and raw passion of her victim transferring into her through the most intimate means. I’m in absolute control! She thought ambitiously. I am desire incarnate!

Tyrone quickly changed position, ready to finish her—and in doing so himself—off for good. He grabbed hold of both her legs and split them outwards into a V and began thrusting with all his might at a constantly rising pace. His body thwacked hard against the firm ass of Danielle, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her tight warm folds. Her toes were curled up, her ass jiggling like gelatin in an earthquake from the powerful strokes of this man’s cock. Tyrone was particularly good at screwing things up inside her—her big toes giving a thumbs up whenever he hit that sweet spot. Danielle simply laid there and took his wonderful offering, eyes rolling back in her head and her hands swirling her own breasts. They were like a well-oiled machine, Tyrone’s piston firing off inside Danielle’s cylinder motor, keeping her body moving without fail.

It was almost time, almost time for her to claim this man’s life when it suddenly dawned on her exactly what she was doing. She was going to kill her friend! Dread and regret quickly washed over her and with a look of terror pulled her legs free from Tyrone’s grasp and kicked herself off of his cock and stumbled hurriedly off of the bed. She had not learned how to control her powers fully yet and had just willingly put her friends life at risk!

Clarity returned to her, Danielle saw Tyrone still entranced by her spell, crawling like a mad horny dog towards her.

Tears welled in her eyes as she said. “I’m sorry Tyrone! I-I have to go!” She quickly disappeared from the room immediately breaking the charm she had over him. He quickly came back to his senses just in time to see his friend phases through his window back out into the night.

He stood there silent for a few minutes, unable to process all of what just happened. He had a sense his friend would need him more than ever now, and yet, he had newfound fears about what his friend might do to him or others. It was going to be a long night.

Sunlight cast over Danielle's sleeping form, now dressed in a white button up shirt—much too large for her. Her breasts captured some of the space though. Her eyes blinked open a few times before blasting open wide. She flew up into a sitting position on her bed in a panic and looked about her room as if confused on how she got there. She threw off the sheets and looked down and behind at her still womanly body. Except now it seemed to have regressed in some areas. Her wings were gone, and her hair was back to an orange tint. She cupped and squished her breasts together and her confident smile from the night before returned as thoughts of last night also returned.

Those thoughts soon came to Tyrone, yet this time her smile didn’t fade. She lost control a bit, for sure; she didn’t wish to kill her friend. Nah, there is plenty more fish in the sea. She wasn’t that cold hearted.

I do have needs though, she thought cockily as she walked to the restroom to freshen up for the day ahead. As a proud succubus it’s only right that I should be pickier with my meals.

Danielle gazed haughtily at her reflection in the mirror after splashing some water on her face, the cool droplets trailing enticingly down the contours of her picturesque face.

It will come with time, she thought. I’ll be able to better control this power of mine, this hunger.

She had slept most of the day and noticed the blinking red light on her answering machine. Tyrone must have called, she thought. The night was coming once more and Danielle could feel the seductress inside her growing stronger with its approach.

“I can’t wait for tonight.”

A year later it was Halloween again and Danielle was a whole new woman. Confident, commanding, in control of her life, free to be who she was unwaivered by any outside judgement. She had a hot, loyal, dependable man in Tyrone at her side. It had been hard explaining things to him at first, but her natural charms won him over in the end. She kept her more monstrous side in check for the most part. She came across as just a more confident, freer version of her old self as David. Happy as can be.

Monstrous… funny since that side had always existed inside David, just buried deep, deep inside. He had always had that craving for control and power; it just never had a suitable way in which to manifest itself until now. Every little piece that was David was now laid bare for all to see and experience. She had no reservations about whom she fed on and killed every few nights. No one could stop her anyways.

Tyrone could care less either, why did he have any reason to complain? Sure her enchantment worked its magic on him from time to time, but Tyrone was still his self through and through. He just needed a little coercing when it came to realizing how good he had it. Danielle was a prize catch and Tyrone felt so lucky to have her as a friend and lover. Her wandering off some nights to feed didn’t bother him as much as it used to.

After a wonderful evening at their favorite holiday destination, the Wicked Pub and Grub, Danielle and Tyrone returned home as the sun had nearly set.

“Oh I’m famished darling.” Danielle commented. “Those cheese curds just weren’t enough.”

“Oh… are you going out again then?” Tyrone replied.

“Mmm… yes. Tonight I’m just dying for a good meal.”

She noticed quickly the sour look on her man’s face and gently caressed his cheek.

“Oh, I know you don’t like to hear me talk like that. But I must eat dear, you know this.” She assured, staring deeply into his eyes. “Besides it’s a good way for me to let loose without worrying about killing the person I screw. Nah you are my special one aren’t you baby.”

Tyrone seemed hypnotized by her stare and obediently replied, “Sorry babe… I understand. Just come home safe.”

With that Danielle materialized her Morrigan succubus outfit on her body through a shadowy veil and sprouted her wings.

“Hee hee, it’s so cute you’d worry about me,” She laughed. She then gave a slight frown as she pondered over the fact she had to use her charms to calm Tyrone once more from his reservations about her lifestyle.

I know you can never truly understand this side of me, she contemplated. Still, I am glad you are at my side. You are the one who changed my life more than anything. She thought back fondly on the previous Halloween night where Tyrone inspired her to discover her true self, and then the day he decided to stay with her.

You bravely looked at me—no tricks from me at all—and said you loved me.

Tyrone gave a warm smile as Danielle’s spell faded and he quickly got over his hang-ups. He made his decision and he was going to stick by his frien-… his woman’s side no matter what. Noticing his genuine smile, she took off into the night sky, her own smile returning. It was an anniversary for her this Halloween night.

What am I worried about? Hah, I’ve got everything I could ever want! She thought as she playfully spread out her arms and twirled in midair. Who knows what wonders await me this hallowed night.