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Currie found the potion and oddities shop near the edge of town. He had to duck to get through the entrance as he was a taller, more noble looking man than was common at the time. With light brown hair that was ear length and lightly fluffed, he was a striking character to be sure. Some scars crossed his face but served more as a warning than anything. He wore boiled leather doublet over a cotton shirt along with various sundries common to couriers in that region.

Inside the shop was darker than the lovely spring day it was outside. Venturing deeper in, there were numerous bottles of various sizes and shapes all around, with labels on them that varied from illegible to containing many warnings. What there did not appear to be was any sort of proprietor.

"Hello?" Currie asked, brushing the hair from his face. "I was told I could find a potion master here."

There was a sudden clatter of pots and pans before a woman, dressed in a tight red corset with matching lace skirt and a black leather choker appeared from behind a curtain. She brushed her blonde locks out of her face and smiled gingerly.

"Good morning!" she greeted warmly.

"It's getting on mid-day now," Currie said with an easy smile.

"Is it? Hmmm," the woman said, tapping her chin.

"Are you the potion master of the town?" he asked.

Her face lit up. "I mostly certainly am. I can concoct most anything you could imagine, for the right price."

"That's good to hear. I have the coin and am in rather desperate need of your services," Currie, wiping his brow, said.

Intrigued, the potion master came closer. "What sort of trouble are you having then?"

Currie cleared his throat. "I have a problem... with a demon," he began, trying to act modest.

"Oh my," gasped the potion maker. "Those are no good at all. What sort troubles you?"

"A fairly troublesome succubus sort on the road between here and Harendal. She has something of the hots for me," Currie admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "She's quite the problem and has a nature to delay me for hours on end, trying to tempt me into faltering at my duty. Even if I do resist her charms, it can take hours for her to give up. And she practically controls a bit of the forest between here and Harendal."

"Well you could always go around," the shopkeeper advised.

"No," Currie said with a sigh. "The roads around take three days instead of just a couple hours by the road. I need a way to get around the demon without drawing any attention. She seems to only have an eye for," he cleared his throat again, "more handsome, tall men."

"Oh I see," the potion master said once she understood. "So you're looking for something that will get you by the monster girl, right?"

"Right," nodded Currie. "Most other travelers pass by there without drawing her attention so I think if you had a potion that could change my appearance to something that wouldn't draw her attention, that would be perfect."

"Hmmmm," the potion mater thought. "I take it you're in a bit of a rush?"

"You could say that," Currie began as he pulled out a sealed envelope. "This needs to get to Harendal Keep by nightfall and there is only one road to get me there in time. I can't be delayed by some soul sucking temptress. I was told to seek a potion master who could lend aid in an instance like this."

"Whoever told you that is wise," she agreed, stroking her chin. "I do think I could whip something up for you to get you passed without drawing the demon's attention. You said she liked strapping young men, yes?"

Currie blushed a little before turning his baby blue eyes downward. "She's said as much to me on my last trip. She kept me seven hours and I was late to deliver a package as a result. I can't have that sort of thing happen again. Not this time."

The potion master had been active while Currie spoke. She went to the shelves and plucked a few bottles before taking them to a table behind the counter. She began to mix them, sniffing in between each mixture. "Just a bit more..." she said while dribbling in drops of green substance.

The final concoction she came to the counter with was a deep, scarlet red in color and filled a small vial.

"This should do the trick in creating a new you that she won't see coming at all. Now it won't change your personality, much, so keep that in mind if you get to chatting with her. Pretend you're someone new, okay?" she suggested.

With some trepidation, Currie took the vial and examined it, holding it up to a candlelight.

"What will it do exactly?" he asked.

"What I said. Change your appearance to something she won't expect. Price is... twelve, no, fifteen silver."

Currie paid her from a stuffed coin purse on his waist. He nodded at the woman and made his exit.

"Enjoy and come back for future needs!" the shopkeeper yelled as the door shut.

The town was alive with all sorts of activity and merchants hawking their wears. Currie wade for the eastern gate, vial in hand. Once near to it, he decided now was the time for the potion. Knowing it would change his appearance, he ducked into an alleyway and walked down until he was behind a large Inn.

"Okay, down we go," he said, tipping the vial back and drinking the peppery tasting liquid.

It burned hot down his throat then disappeared into his stomach. He then stood there, waiting, for roughly five minutes before taking stock of himself. Nothing had changed.

"How long does this take?" he wondered aloud, as he had not gone to a potion master in the past. He had gone at the suggestion of friends who told of great results. He figured if it turned him into a short, stocky man with a leathery looking face for a few hours, that would be enough to get by her.

After about twenty minutes, Currie was starting to fume slightly, thinking that the so called 'potion master' was a phony and charlatan. Storming out of the alley, he turned right and started back toward the store. He took about ten steps into the street before it hit him.

Like a sudden onset of nausea, his eyelids fluttered and he felt woozy. A passing farmer had to catch him to stop him falling onto the streets.

"Are you okay, son?" the older man asked.

"Fine, fine," Currie told him. He then pushed passed the old man and headed across the street to another alley. Just as he reached it, another pang of dizziness struck. This time he had enough sense to prop himself against the wall. "Oh is this it? Is the- ARG!" he grunt, holding his stomach.

He had not quite noticed it until that moment but his clothes had gotten loser on him. The fitted leather no longer sat him so snugly and his boots were feel more spacious too. He had maybe lost three inches in height and was now looking at his hands. The reason being is that they looked shrunken and thinner.

Turning them over, he watched as his skin softened and hair thinned and receded. This continued up his arm where his muscles were twitching and the veins popping out. Balling his fists, he had to loosen his grip once he felt his nails start to grow and dig into his soft skin.

Another round of dizziness and Currie nearly toppled over.

"Oh!" he moaned, feeling his ribs crack. His pelvis also started to hurt, as it reshaped as well, but this was fleeting. All over his bones ached while his skin started to go slick with sweat. Heart pounding, whatever was happening to him was not stopping.

Strangely, while his arms, shoulders, and even neck felt like they were thinner- almost daintier- the area around his waist and hips felt more taxed. Reaching down to his belt, he tried to tug it loose in order to get some wiggle room. He wasn't quite fast enough though and he could hear a ripping down down his inseam. Looking down, he saw his white, hairless flesh poking through the hole.

Then another spasm of growth hit and added an extra curve to Currie's ass. Looking back, he saw his ass getting bigger, wider, and more plump than he every remembered having. The shape of it was almost familiar to him, in a way.

Then came something in front of Currie's eyes which turned out to just be his hair, albeit now growing. Reaching up to his head, the longer, thicker locks were now to his shoulders and growing longer still.

"What is happening to- Oh! Oh no!" upon speaking, the higher pitch of his voice caught in his ears which he could feel getting smaller.

Cheek and jaw bones both ached tremendously while Currie felt his nose get a little smaller. A little more cute, one could say. In his mind, with the longer hair, the sweater voice, and the wider hips, he realized what was happening.

But he didn't want to say it yet.

Dropping to his knees, he managed to finally pull down his pants and the stockings underneath to reveal the very feminine proportions of his hips and ass. The only non-girly thing about the region was the seven inches of rather hard cock and swollen balls stuck in the middle of it all.

Currie felt more of his face reform, with freckles showing up across his lightly scarred face and his hair stopping near the elbows with a widow's peak. He retained his blue eyes but the rest of his face was barely recognizable. His lips were puckered slightly while his rosy cheeks made his whole face brighter.

Still not wanting to admit what was happening, Currie felt his nipples harden and then almost sting before the inevitable started growing on his chest.

Undoing his leather straps and taking off his leather doublet, the loose cotton shirt underneath did little to hide the ample growth his new breasts had taken on. They were bigger, and were meatier when he grabbed one and squeezed, letting our a soft, cute moan to his ears.

Sitting up on his knees, Currie looked down and his breasts were now ample and gave him tremendous cleavage upon first glance. Moving his hands to them and trying to hold them was a losing battle. They were heavy and big, causing no uncertain small aches in his lower back.

With feet also shrinking, his boots now mostly empty, there was little else left of Currie that wasn't female except for one big difference.

"Ah! Not my, OH, fuck!" he yelped. He reached down and grabbed himself with both hands, with neither fully fitting around his girth now. Instead of heeding any change, with a firm grip, all he started to do was masturbate. The urge growing as his balls started to pulsate.

Tongue hanging out and eyes rolling back in his head, Currie felt himself finally orgasm as hard as he ever had before. Falling forward onto one hand, with his now female body, Currie stroked himself hard and milked himself for all he was worth. He didn't care, at the moment, that his balls were shrinking or that a small slit had opened up just under his taint. Soon those testicles were pulled in and all that remained was a hard cock slowly shrinking into a growing vulva.

The last bits of cum were watery and leaked from the now half the size and a third the thickness cock that he now had. He kept holding on to his cock until even his smaller hands could no longer manage it. The last of his masculinity shrunk into his slit and after another wave of warmth passed of Currie's body, he became a she.

Lifting her head, breathing hard, Currie tried to stand up. When she did, the only clothing on her was the brown cotton shirt that hung down just low enough to hide the somewhat hairy pussy she now had. Leaning down and trying to pull up her old pants, they didn't fit at all but there was little else to do. She couldn't walk out of the alley almost naked, certainly. The boiled leather doublet no longer fit so she discarded that and tried her best to cover up this new buxom body.

Back in the streets, Currie couldn't help but feel like many eyes were on her. It wasn't until she came face to face with window that reflected her new face that she got it. She was rather gorgeous, with pouting lips and glossy, slightly curled hair. To say nothing her her hips and other proportions. It was almost too much.

The potion master's door slammed open and Currie came in trying to cover up.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" the shopkeeper said as she turned behind the counter.

"You can start by fixing this!" Currie yelled at the woman, showing his body to her.

The shopkeeper smiled. "Oh, you! I see the potion was especially effective!"

"Effective? You turned me into a woman!" Currie exclaimed.

"And what a woman you turned out to be! You're quite the looker, if I can tell you honestly," blushed the woman.

Currie was less than thrilled however. "You have to change me back or something else! I can't, I don't even have a... you know, anymore."

"Well of course you wouldn't. Wouldn't be a true woman with one, right?" she asked casually.

"But this isn't what I wanted!" she said, exacerbated.

"You wanted something that this demongirl wouldn't recognize, right? You're very far from a handsome man anymore, let me tell you!"

"You're crazy if you think this is what I meant!" a flustered Currie said. Her anger was slightly undone when her pants started to slip down and she had to hold them up. "Can you just give me another potion that changes me back? Or maybe makes me invisible for a little bit? You know, like a more reasonable potion would do?"

The potion master scoffed. "A potion on top of another potion? That's not how this works, dear," she rebuked. "You will need to wait for that potion to run its course before imbibing any others. Otherwise you could face some steep repercussions!"

"That are worse than having a cunt?" Currie asked.

"I take offense to that, sir," the shopkeeper said with arms crossed over her chest. "And repercussions like death or slipping into a clumber you never wake up from. You merely need to let the potion run its course and you'll change back."

"And how long will that take?" Currie asked.

"About twelve hours."

"Twelve hours?!?" Currie gasped, dropping her pants again. She yelped and picked them up though the shopkeeper saw and couldn't resist a smile.

"Yes. Twelve. Is that a problem?"

"I have a letter to deliver, remember? I can't do that in, looking like, you know!" a panicked Currie said to her.

"What? There are female couriers, are there not?"

"There are but they were always female."

"Oh I think you're making a bigger bother of this than it really is. You'll be able to make your delivery and not get noticed by your demon. Certainly I didn't realize it was you until I saw those eyes of yours."

"My eyes?" he repeated.

"Well the potion just turns you into a female you. Your eyes are your eyes. Might want to keep those away from your demon friend if you know what's good for you," she advised.

Though unhappy with what had happened, Currie had to accept the fact that she was now a she and that wasn't changing until later tonight. For what it was worth, that damn demon certainly wouldn't recognize her now. Though walking around in her old clothes might be a giveaway.

"I think I might, ummm, need clothes," Currie admitted after standing around idly for a moment.

Perhaps knowing this question was coming, the shopkeeper produced a small piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to him. "Give this to the clothier just down the road. He'll help get you into something you can rent while you're enjoying my gender."

"Enjoying?" Currie said with some offense taken.

"Well, perhaps not yet but soon, I'm sure," she said with a wink.

Hauling up her pants and tightening her belt as much as she could, Currie nodded and then left without another word. Partially because just hearing herself talk was making her feel strange. Another was that she was worried the shopkeeper might keep treating her like a girl.

Once in the street, Currie looked at the note he was given. It read simply, 'Marcus - could you rent this temporary girl some clothes? Love - S'

Currie shivered at the thought of what the clothier would think of a temporary woman wearing his clothes. This stayed on his mind as she started on her short journey.

Down the road and passed more leering eyes, she found her way to the clothier and into the shop proper. There was an older man behind the counter with glasses thick as your finger on. With more timidness than was usual to him, Currie walked up and tried clearing her throat.

"Ummm, hi, er, hello," she tried to say with a deeper voice, only to sound stranger.

The old man turned his head from his work, which was some kind of frocked dress. "Yes?" he said meekly at first before turning and laying eyes on the beauty in front of him. His spine immediately shot up straight and years of wear and tear seemed to drop away. "Oh, hello, miss. How can I help you today?"

This is when the old man finally looked the girl up and down and saw the sorry state of affairs her clothes were in.

"My, my, my, what in the world happened to you?" he asked.

"Oh! Uhhhhh," Currie mumbled while trying to think what to say. While he had the note, and the obvious that the clothes looked like they belonged to a guy, she still felt embarrassed. "Was jumped by bandits and they ruined my clothes. I grabbed what I could but I think I need something that fits a bit better," was what she admitted with as cute a smile as she could manage.

The older man appeared energized by the request and was soon out from behind the counter with a piece of measuring tape and a notepad.

"You can disrobe if you like and I can take your measurements," he instructed kindly but with some ravenous looking eyes. Still, knowing she needed clothes to make the journey, she let her pants slide off and stepped out of the loose boots. Then she slipping the cotton undershirt off and was naked.

"What a beauty. Am I making you a dress?" he asked as his first measurement went to get chest.

At the slightest touch of the man's hand, Currie shivered and felt her nipples go hard. Still, she kept upright and tried to focus on the question at hand.

"Uh, no. Something I can travel in. Something comfortable," Currie suggested, not knowing exactly what that would entail.

"Comfort. Yes, yes, I can see something coming together now." He continued with his measurements. Lifting her arm, spreading her legs, checking the inseam, shoes size, arm length and even the circumference of her head. "Is that really necessary?" she asked.

The old man just smiled. "I like to have all measurements handy. Now, give me a moment in the back to see if I have anything that may fit you off the racks."

With that, the old man disappeared behind some curtains and Currie was left naked in the middle of the room. She reached down and pulled her pants up past her belly button while sliding her old shirt on. Only now did she realize that the cotton was somewhat see-thru and likely why so many had stared at her in the streets.

Standing there, waiting, the realness of the body was setting in. She felt so much more slight than when she was a man, but lacked none of the same willpower as before. She wondered how much of her had actually changed, beyond just the physical. Reaching up and feeling one of her breasts, it caused the slightest wave of pleasure to pass through her. When it stopped, it came to rest in her loins.

After about ten minutes of milling around in the back, out came the old man with a leather corset, thinner boots, and several other articles of clothing.

"Come, come. Let me dress you," the old man said inviting her over.

"If you don't mind, I think I can handle it," Currie said kindly, already feeling like a slab of meat to the older man.

"If you will. Come, you can dress in here." He showed her to a back room that was little more than an outhouse without the toilet, though it retained a seat. Still, it was closed off and provided some privacy for her.

Truth be told, Currie could have really used the old man's help as unfurling all the clothes she had to wear appeared daunting. The corset was the easiest bit, though she knew that she needed to wear something underneath. For that she found a white frock shirt which fit loosely on her. There were also small, simple panties that were quite tight on her. This caused a problem, of sorts.

While trying to get the rest on, her panties rubbed against her new gender in a way that was causing a delightful sort of friction. Curious about herself, and alone, Currie slipped a hand down the front of those panties. Through a slight smattering of pubes was a gentle slope that led into a slightly slicked cunt. Just rubbing her fingers around the edges caused her to shudder and blush, covering her hand over her mouth.

Small squeaks escaped her lips as she spread her lips and slid a single finger into the pink beneath.

"Oh, ohhhhh," she gasped, pulling her finger away when she seemingly found what happened to her cock; a somewhat noticeable clit now a perfect button. "No, I have to focus," Currie told herself, even as her hand shook and wanted to explore more.

She got one sock on before she was starting to finger her cunt again. Sliding her spine down the back of the room until she collapsed to her sunken knees. One hand was fingering vigorously while the other was cupped over her mouth to stop her from yelling too loudly.

On the other side of the door, the old man had one ear against the wooden and a smile on his face.

She kept fingering until she could feel her vagina starting to twitch. Then it was full on spasming and Currie fell into her first female orgasm. She was biting down on her finger now in order to keep quiet. Eyes shut, tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of her eye lids. The waves of pleasure kept emanating from between her legs and causing her to want to cry out.

When it finally died down, she felt herself leaking down her inner thigh and a light damp sweat covering her body. A hand went up and squeezed at her left breast, just to get a feel for it.

"Damn, these really are nice," she muttered to herself under her breath.

Shaking her hand and wiping it off on her shirt, she went back to dressing.

The trousers didn't fit perfectly but using her old belt to tie it off did help. The boots were snug as well and also heeled somewhat. Standing, she wobbled and had to widen her stance to stand up properly. Sitting back down briefly, she next went for the corset that actually tied in the front with a few extra buttons to secure it. Once on, it was tight on Currie's ribs. That and it was pushing her tits almost into her face.

Stepping out of the room at last, she saw the old man at his counter, waiting.

"Now, now, that fits you almost perfectly. Let me see about that corset though," the old man said, coming around to the back of her. He loosening and retied the strings back there until the brown leather corset was loose enough to be comfortable and Currie wasn't dealing with his own tits in his periphery of his vision.

"Thanks," Currie said once fixed.

"But of course, my dear," he replied, fixing his own collar. "Now as to the cost..."

When he said that, Currie went immediately to his coin purse when the old man cleared his throat. When she looked up, he was shaking his head.

"No charge for the clothes, my dear. Just tell anyone that sees you who clothed that wonderful body of yours."

Currie's eyes went wide. In all her years, she had never gotten anything free from anyone at any time. Now this man was happily parting with some clothes for nothing. It seemed too good to true. Perhaps this was a side benefit to the new body.

"Really? You aren't pulling my leg, are you?" Currie had to confirm.

The old man laughed. "That would be a lovely leg to pull but no, I don't require any payment for my work here. You just go on and be a lovely moving advertisement."

Currie couldn't help but blush somewhat and bow slightly to the old man. "Thank you."

He took her hand suddenly and kissed it gently before releasing it. "My pleasure," the old man said, looking eye to eye to her.

Exiting the shop and looking around, Currie felt comfortable as could be expected while in this new body. She crumpled the paper that the potion master had written for her and tossed it aside while again making for the east gate.

There, the guards were watching everyone go and when it came time for Currie to step in, they didn't mind pulling her aside.

"Where are you headed, my lady?" the one guard said, smiling and clearing checking her out.

"Harendal," she answered.

"That's a dangerous road," the other guard said, sliding in. "You sure you can handle a journey like that?"

"I have before," she tells them, now looking them up and down.

Unusually, while looking at the men, Currie found himself focusing more on the one with the beard. Something about him was rather impressive. He was broad shouldered and fairly handsome. Then the thought occurred to Currie about how big the man's cock was and he had to blink away the intrusive idea.

"Oh have you? That's impressive for a..." the one guard, the less attractive one, started to say.

"For a woman? I can handle myself," she reassured them both.

They looked at each other and then back at her.

"Alright, head on by," the handsome one said.

Chewing her bottom lip, she nodded at the one man and didn't acknowledge the other. She left, shaking her head of the thoughts.

Exiting the city proper and heading down the path, Currie was unable to shake the perception that everything was just bigger than it once was. Having lost over one foot in height in her transition, it threw everything else out of wack for her. The short dagger she carried at her side felt more like a short sword now.

Her heeled boots were also proving to be rather troublesome to walk with. How women ever managed this, Currie wasn't quite sure. Her ankles were getting sore from times when she almost rolled it. Eventually, she started to get the hang of it which only took one issue from the table.

Things grew really difficult when, one hour in, Currie faced a tricky situation. The urge to pee had come up and while this was usually something dealt with easily in the old days, this new body proved that would be a trickier thing to handle. At first, she tried to just hold it but that only made thinking about it even harder.

As the second hour mark approached, she could contain it no longer. Heading off the road and into the forest somewhat, she did some thinking and finally managed to lean her back against a tree and slid down to a seated position. From there, it mostly worked out though then sensation of peeing this new way caused some nervousness on Currie's part.

Pants pulled back up, she head back to the road. There, she came across a man that looked so ill he was about to keel over. She rushed to his aid found the man coughing and out of breath. That he was still somewhat attractive to Currie was something she wanted to not dwell on. Instead going right to his side.

"Are you okay?" Currie asked.

The man didn't look up, instead still trying to catch his breath. "A demon chased me," he said quickly. "Had to run to escape from her. I barely have my life!"

Just the mention of the demon tensed up Currie's chest. "A demon? What sort?"

He finally sat down and Currie first noticed the red lips kissed all over the man's face. "A succubus of some sort. She was mad! Tried to carry me off to her dark realm to do all manner of horrible things to me!" he said with panic still in his voice.

Currie looked down the path the man came but saw no sign of the demon or anything else.

"You're safe now," Currie comforted. "No one is following you any longer."

After a couple more minutes of catching his breath, and with Currie's help, the man stood up once again. He wiped the lips from his cheeks and smudged the color on his lips. This was also when he noticed the rather buxom beauty right in front of him.

The man drew back. "You're not a demon, are you? They come to you as stunning beauties in the forest and, and,"

"And I'm pretty?" Currie asked, a bit embarrassed.

The man nodded. "Quite."

"I'm not demon, I can assure you of that. You're only a few hours walk from the city. I suggest you hurry there and don't look back."

The man was not fully convinced as he retreated from her presence.

"The city, yes," the man agreed before again looking the girl up and down. "You're not thinking of going that way, are you?"

She took a solemn breath. "I am."

The man walked over to her and kissed her on either cheek before embracing her closely. Currie was not used to these sorts of displays of affection and so was rather stiff as he hugged.

"I pray and wish you the best of luck. They say she only goes after men so you should be fine," the traveler told Currie.

"That's the plan," Currie said under her breath.

The man finally released her and most certainly checked out her tits before tipping his hat and starting a jog back the way Currie had come. Taking a deep breath, she ventured forward.

The forest path crested onto a hill that overlooked the next part of the journey: a long valley filled with dark trees that grow so thick that they block out the sun. All the light that seeps down is cast in a pale azure light due to the blue leafed trees. Additionally, the trees themselves grew in warped and unnatural ways. The road that led through there was twisted and is where you'll be set upon by the monsters of the wood.

Some were sprites, others more mythical in nature with centaurs and fauns, but none were a real problem save for the collection of demonic entities that stalked the roads. Exactly why they do it is unknown but they often do lead people astray and possibly do their doom if they give in. Men like the one Currie just met are the typical sort that have the most troubles. With his good looks and nice ass, Currie thought, it's no wonder he was caught up with one of the demons.

"But was it her?" Currie wondered as he slowly made his way towards the valley path.

The road sloped down and made her heels once again an issue. Currie went slow as to not tumble or fall, which was troublesome in heels. When she finally reached the bottom of the path, it was the twisted vine gateway to the valley that greeted him. Sitting on one side of the entrance was a trader with his cart and donkey. Upon seeing the woman approached, he tipped his hat.

"Good afternoon to you, fair dame," the man greeted.

The titles were still taking some getting used to. "Hello."

"Headed into the valley?" he asked kindly.

"I am," Currie answered. She checked her pocket again to make sure his envelope was still there and it was. "Have you just come through it?" she asked.

The man shook his head. "Waiting for my pal here to rest up," he said, patting the donkey's mane. "Once he's good, we'll be hoofing it through the valley as fast as we can."

"Sounds like a solid plan," joked Currie while she went for the entrance.

"Are you headed in there alone?"

"That was my plan," Currie answered, hesitating.

"It's not the safest path to take on your own. Especially as a woman," he warned.

Currie was starting to get angry with everyone that assumes she's weak just account of her gender. "I've made the trek before, I'm sure I can make it again," she said defiantly.

"Well, well. Best of luck to ya then. Perhaps I'll see you when I follow up behind in a bit," he said cordially.

"Maybe. Safe travels to you," Currie said by way of leaving.

"And to you," he said.

After only a few steps onto the rocky and broken path and Currie feels a sense of unease set in. She knows it's just the forest's general malaise that's causing it but she can't but be on the lookout either.

Dark winged birds flew over head and only a few feet off the path, Currie could hear animals rustling in the undergrowth. Their eyes would peak out, glowing yellow or red, before disappearing and reappearing somewhere else. There was no way to pass through this valley without feeling like you're being watched.

Still, after an hour on the road, Currie wasn't facing many actual difficulties. Still, she knew it would take another two hours of walking to reach the other side. If she could run, that would halve the time spent but in the boots she had, running really wasn't an option. So she made her way slowly through the forest, eyes facing forward.

A sinister wind blew up and rustled Currie's clothes and nearly toppled the girl. Firming up her stance, she looked around, expecting to see something. However it was really just the wind and not the prelude to something worse.

"Calm down, girl," she told herself.

Creeping up forward, more cautiously, Currie did not want to be caught off guard if she could help it. Eyes peeled, she knew the different ways they would come at her.

Typical tactics were pretending to be a lost woman on the road or someone abandoned in the wastes. It was best to ignore such bait or else you could potentially find yourself enslaved forever under the cruel whips of the demon girls.

It was as Currie was coming around a corner that he spotted her. Stooped down with a shawl covering her, the woman was gently weeping. Currie's senses were tingling and the situation did not feel right in the least.

Keeping as much distance between her and the bundled woman as possible, Currie tried to pass unseen but she heard the woman's neck crack as it turned.

"Miss! Miss! I need assistance!" the woman called out to Currie. She knew she had to ignore it and keep going. She did not want to dare get the attention of demon, even if she wasn't their usual prey. Especially not their leader and chief troublemaker in Currie's trips, Jezzella.

The woman kept calling to Currie but she ignored it. When almost out of sight, Currie turned and saw that the old woman was now nowhere to be seen.

"Demons are about," Currie says under her breath. "Must be wary."

It was another twenty minutes before she came across someone else. This person had a cart pulled off to the side of the road and had arrayed their wears- apples and melons- in front.

"Odd place to do business," Currie said as she approached the hawker.

"Lots of people travel the road. Most get hungry so that's why I'm here," the shopkeeper said in a low, almost hissing voice. They were bundled all over with clothes that made it tricky to ascertain the person's gender or age. That and the surprising freshness of the apples in such a place made Currie wary once more.

'Something isn't right here,' she thought, drawing away.

"Are you not hungry, my lady?" the shopkeeper asks.

"In a bit of a rush, actually. Thank you for the offer, though." As soon as she finished, Currie started to walk away. She could feel the shopkeeper's eyes burning a hole in the back of her head.

Unsurprisingly, after walking a hundred or so feet ahead, Currie looked back and saw that the stand was no longer there.

"The demons are plying their wares hard, I see. No trouble though. Just keep on going, girl" Currie encouraged of herself. Her pace quickened and she started to put good distance between her and the illusions.

Passing the halfway point of the valley road, Currie was feeling actually quite happy with her new body. While any normal passerby would ogle her a bit, it was never anything she couldn't handle. Even the heeled boots were becoming more comfortable as she went. Thinking about how she was starting to act the role of the girl more, she was impressed if a bit worried.

Continuing on, the trail remained empty of other travelers until she reached a bridge over a rushing black water. Seating on one of the bridges sections was a cloaked figure.

Currie gulped and knew she had to press forward. Whoever that was on the bridge she could push by and ignore if needed.

"Welcome to my bridge. You're welcome to cross once you pay the toll," a voice familiar to Currie asked. The voice was feminine and sounded like crushed velvet.

"Toll? I wasn't aware of any toll," Currie asked as she neared. She made sure to rustle some of her hair forward as to better disguise her eyes.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. There is a tax on anyone crossing my bridge," she declared, finally standing up.

"This bridge was built years ago and I've crossed it numerous times without issue," Currie said defiantly.

"You? Cross this bridge? I do not think so. I would have remembered you," the woman said. She got closer to Currie now, with her billowy clothes. All that was really visible of the woman was a white smile that shone through the dark cast by her hood.

"And you remember everyone that crosses this bridge?" Currie asked, trying to act defiant.

"Everyone worth remembering that is," she cooed.

Currie shook as he realized that this was her; the one he had wanted to avoid at all costs.

"I'm hardly worth noting," Currie tried to pass off.

The figure got closer, her heels clacking on the stone bridge. From the dark clothing came a hand, gloved in a black leather, with sharp red claws almost tipping every finger. Her wrist was thin and also covered by a sleeve that went just into her arm, where it spread out before reaching her pale blue skin at her shoulder.

"You're a unique beauty in these parts. If you're not worth noting, you're worth remembering, that's for sure. And that's why I wonder if you're lying to me about having crossed this bridge before. I would have recognized those... assets of yours.

Currie tried to cover his chest with crossed arms, blushing softly.

"I don't need to prove anything to your sort," dismissed a curt Currie.

The outstretched hand, which had been caressing Currie's hips was quickly withdrawn. "Such an attitude you have, young mistress."

"I'm no one's mistress, demon," she said with spite.

The figure's smile grew larger as she appeared to be waiting for just that opportunity.

"Demon?" she repeated. "Who is to say I'm one of those? I'm but a simple bridge keeper seeking a tax on the upkeep of my work."

"You don't have the hands of a mason of any sort. And you sound much more interested in me than your tax. So I would ask you to step aside or ask for your payment, as I need to get by." Currie spoke confidently and even stuck her chest out somewhat.

The cloaked demon appeared to think on this. After a minute, she seemed to reach a decision.

"You may pass, without cost, my dear. On the condition you not speak of this encounter to any others you may run into on the road. Otherwise, I would hate to terrorize such a lovely girl." By now, the reds of the demon's pupils were also showing along with the white, fanged teeth.

Still, she didn't recognize her and that's what's most important. Putting her head down, she started to cross. As she passed the demon, a burst of air came up from nowhere that brushed aside my bangs.

"Such brilliant blue eyes you have. Such a rarity," the cloaked demon observed in passing.

"Thank you," is all Currie could think to say before hurrying across the bridge.

While watching the woman go, the demon sniffed at the air. There was the usual smells of black liquorish, cherries, and sulfur that trailed on any demon but also something else. Something that the demon remembered. Sniffing harder, to ensure she wasn't mistaken, the odors that filled her nose caused it to twitch happily.

Currie was about to step off the bridge and get to the other side when she heard something from behind her. When she turned, she yelped and jumped back, falling eventually to her ass as her heels tripped her up.

"Those eyes of yours," the demon began, licking her lips, "I know them. And your smell," she again inhaled deeply. "I know that too."

"I've never met you in my life!" Currie proclaimed as he quickly got to her feet.

The woman's cloaks were now starting to fall away and reveal more of the uniform Currie had seen many times before. With long, high boots that went up to halfway to her thighs, her heels were even longer than Currie's though the demon walked with practiced ease. More pale blue skin was present as thin, red strips of cloth crisscrossed her body to cover just enough so the imagination didn't have to do much work.

Her breasts were a cascade that was gathered into a black sort of bra with rubies marking the placement of her nipples. The demon's ears stuck out to either side and grew to a point, that lent an almost elven like appearance to her only there was no light or peace in this creature.

More of her head revealed the black horns that crested over the top of her head, where purple hair went down far enough to just cover her own shapely ass. With just a black collar, set with another red ruby, she was now stepping out of the disguise and into her real form.

A black, ropy and spade tipped tail whipped behind her while wings of black unfolded behind her. The demon ran her hands up her own body and finished by sucking on a finger while her wings plumed. Heart shaped earrings and a smile did nothing to quench Currie's worry that the demon had figured out his disguise.

"I swear, I've never seen you before in my life, demon!" Currie shouted.

She, on the other hand, kept her voice subtle. "Why are you lying to me, Currie? I know that it's you."

Currie's heart sank immediately and there was only one thing to do. Once back on her feet, she took off running and fast as her legs would carry her.

These new legs lacked the strength of the one's she had as a man but she had energy to burn and someone to get away from. Maybe rushing ahead a few hundred yards, she stopped when, floating down from the sky on her wings, the demon landed right in front of her.

"Now, now, now," she tisked, coming closer to Currie who was frozen in place by fear. "What have you gone and done to yourself? You were such a handsome man," she cooed as she closed the gap between the two.

Before Currie could properly answer, the demon reached forward and grabbed the back of the girl's head and brought her in for a deep kiss. Currie's eyes were wide as the locking of lips lead to the demon's tongue entering her mouth rather aggressively. It licked around her cheeks, curled her tongue, and even went down her throat. Surprisingly- and maybe worryingly- Currie's gag reflect was under control. She only had to deal with the odd discomfort of a tongue down her throat until the demon pulled away, satisfied.

"A potion was it? I can almost taste the residue on your larynx," she smiled. "Now, did you do this just for little ol' Jezzella? Were you trying to sneak by me and think I wouldn't notice?" At that, she spanked Currie unexpectedly. This caused the girl to jump forward and blush red.

"I was just, I need to get through today, Jezz. I don't have the time to-"

But she stopped Currie talking by placing her finger on her lips.

"You tried to trick a demon. Tried to play me false by being someone else. You forget, I'm no ordinary demon in these woods. I_am_ the demon of the woods and I don't take kindly to people trying to outsmart me," she said with intent.

"Please, please! You don't have any interest in my body now anyway," Currie tried to argue. "Jut let me go, please. I won't be subject to any of your temptations anymore either."

At that the demon's face lit up with possibilities.

"I don't have any interest in your body? Now that is strictly speaking not true, my dear Currie."

"I'm not handsome anymore! I'm not your type!" Currie argued.

"You really think just a pair of tits, some nice hair, and a cunt make you a woman? Make you invisible to me? You still have a manly smell to you, along with other odors. You tried to trick me. I want you to admit it?" she asked, her tail making a whipping noise behind her.

"No, no I, I," but Currie was becoming frantic with panic as the demon girl pressed down over her. Her wings allowed her to loom over the smaller woman.

"Why else would you try to pass yourself off as a woman? Did you think you could slip by me with some simple disguise?" Jezzella said, acting overly offended.

"I..I...I..." but as Currie's mind raced for an excuse, the demon woman was closing in.

Stopping just short of her, she looked down at the now smaller Currie with a troublesome attitude. "Currie, Currie, Currie," she began, petting the woman's hair, "were you so afraid of me that you chose a new body to try and slip by undetected? I applaud the effort but I feel more than punishment is required for you."

Currie heard all the tales of succubi sucking out your life force through sex or hexing you with magical spells that turn you into their slave. All of these likely fates for Currie but Jezzella seemed to have her mind elsewhere.

"Punishment? Please, no. Just let me go! I didn't want this body! It was a mistake!" she tried to reason with the demon.

"Mistake? How could such a lovely creature, as yourself, be considered a mistake? While the burly, manly version of you was something for the eyes and my harem, this new you is quite endearing in another way. Do you know what we do to girls we find that are of spectacular beauty?"

Currie was already starting to back away from here and was thinking about running for it.

"Please, I just want to leave."

"Leave?" Jezzella scoffed. "Oh no, I think quite the opposite!" With that, she began to cackle wildly. Not waiting another moment, Currie took off running down the path as fast as she could.

Boobs bouncing, heels hurting, and legs sore, Currie did not get far from the demon before she heard her voice on the wind again. It was a haunting laughter that seemed to follow him along as she ran.

"Can't let her catch me," she panted while running as fast as her legs would carry her. The path curved right and as she turned that corner, she dug in her heels and tried to stop. Jezzella was there, standing, smiling, and waiting.

"Are you trying to escape, my sweet little Currie?" she asked the frightened girl.

"Get, get away!" she threatened, now pulling out her short dagger.

The demon sniggered. "A knife? You really think that will stop anything?"

Testing that remark, Currie jabbed forward, trying to slash Jezzella's hand. Instead the demon caught the blade with ease and disarmed the girl. Then, with a single lick of the steel, the dagger melted and only the hilt remained, landing on the ground at the demon's feet.

"Now what will you do?" Jezzella asked the girl with worry and fear in her blue eyes.

Without a word said, Currie dashed off the main path and into the forest. A risky proposition, she knew, but there was no other way to try and avoid this demon.

The forest was made up of large roots and peat moss floors. Currie tried to bound as many as she could while trying to avoid some of the larger hanging branches. Vines too were present, hanging down from the canopies above.

While trying to cut around, there is a large mess of vines that Currie encounters that she's unsure how to navigate. Pushing through seems to work at first until some of the vies start to wrap themselves around her body. It seemed just like errant vines knocking around but slowly they tightened around her waist and legs and even arms. Then, at the moment Currie realized she was stuck in the vines, they suddenly whipped her upwards into the trees.

"Ahhhh!" the confused girl yelled as the vines hauled her up and spun her around, keeping her disoriented and confused. When things finally settled, vines were holding her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck. She tried to struggle her way out but the vines only grew tighter when she did.

The flapping of wings could be heard and as Currie realized how screwed she was. Jezzella came to land on a thick branch just above the girl. She looked down at the girl and her tight predicament and laugherd.

"You can't escape, my dear gender-confused friend. The forest bends to my will and soon, so will your flesh." Jezzella clenched her fist and smiled.

Currie struggled more but was only brought up closer to the demon.

"Pl-please, Jezzella, master of demons, beautiful and glorious. I beseech you to let me go this time. Next time we meet, it can be on even ground," Currie argued on her behalf.

As she was kneeling down, he could see right up her, and the thin pieces of fabric that covered Jezzella's slit. And the other slight pieces of clothing that covered her more precious bits. But all this was nothing compared to her red eyes that were shining down on her.

"I do not think a 'next time' will be needed. Your willingness to change your body into quite the beauty has given me an idea. Come closer," she said to the vines. They obliged and lifted Currie practically face to face with the demon. "Good. Now let me see those lips again."

Jezzella leaned in for a kiss that Currie was trying to pull away from. When the vine around her throat tightened almost to the point of choking, she relented. The kiss was hot, and steamy, and carried with it shaking sensations. Jezzella used her dexterous tongue to warm Currie's mouth and leave her, when they separated, wanting more.

"Mmmmmm, tasty girl," Jezzella teased while licking her own lips.

A tingling around Currie's lips didn't fade and started to spread to her cheeks and chin. Her flesh, a dirty tanned color, was turning a shade of blue. While she couldn't see the change just yet, she definitely felt the oddness starting to spread on her face.

"Ack! Get it off!" Currie protested when the tingling spread further up her cheeks and to her twitching eye.

"Get what off? All I see is a lovely pale blue color spreading on that grimy old human skin," the demon tittered.

Tilting her head more, and looking down at her cheeks the best she could, Currie yelped when she saw the blue moving up her flesh.

"What have you done to me? My skin is going all wrong!" Currie shouted while still restrained.

"Done? You'll have to wait to see that but in the meantime, I do find all these clothes you're wearing to be quite problematic." She then snapped her fingers and more vines started to rise from under Currie. Wrapping around loosely on her chest and legs, they began to pull and rip at her clothes.

"Ah! Get these things off!" yelled Currie while powerless to stop the vines stripping away her clothing. The corset was split in two while her boots were pulled off and pants torn. Currie struggled but it only led to more clothes being ripped off until at last, Currie was now naked and being held by the vines. They split her legs more and pushed up her chest for Jezzella to admire even closer.

"Seems those clothes didn't fit you very well, deary," Jezzella teased while licking a finger to run down Currie's neck. "Might need to have a word with your clothier."

More of the blue was spreading from her lips and was now causing Currie's ears to burn and eyes to hurt.

"I will miss those lovely baby blues, but demons don't do blue eyes," she chided as what she said finally dawned on Currie.

Ears burned more as Currie could feel them starting to get longer and more pointed. She even felt in her eyes that something was changing. They started to water and then burn. She shut them hard, hoping that when she opened them again, all of this would be over. Instead, she opened her eyes and saw the world anew.

All the colors of before seemed more vibrant and when she looked up at Jezzella above her, she could see the veins pumping in her neck. Could hear her heart beat thumping away.

"What lovely fire red eyes you have now, my dear. And those ears are absolutely adorable too," Jezzella remarked while reaching down to flick the right ear.

Currie tried to desperately pull at her restraints while her ears were growing out and hair was getting thicker, and more red. Trying to gasp for breath, Currie felt that her entire body was getting hotter and hotter, though she wasn't sweating at all. It was as if the fire was just beneath her skin, trying to come out.

The blue traveled down her neck down causing Currie's voice to change. "Oh, oh, ohhhhHHHHHH!" she moaned in a pitch that was somehow higher than her older voice but much more sweet too. It was an unwelcome change and it was only among the first.

Moving her hands to either side of Currie's head, Jezzella began to massage the spots with her fingers gingerly.

"Ah! AH!" the bluing girl cried as Jezzella began to tease out two black horns on either side of Currie's head. The feeling of them growing made her head heavy and hurt, but Jezzella was sure to massage the skin tenderly so as to coax the horns out in full.

"That's it. Grow big and black for mommy," encouraged Jezzella while Currie experienced the confusing aches and pains of her transformation.

When the horns finally reached their zenith, the black bone sprouted red gems to tip either horn, much like Jezzella. For her part, she was thoroughly enjoying watching the former man struggle.

The blue skin started to spread to her chest were her tits, already quite the handful, started to grow more. The sagged but were no less solid, with nipples that were almost purple in color. Looking down at these recent changes, Currie whimpered.

"Don't be so morose," the demon said, her tail unfurling behind her, "the best is yet to come."

Unnoticed by Currie, whose attention was solely on her bluing arms, Jezzella's tail continued to dip and curl until it was coming right up between Currie's hips.

"You've got such a young, nubile body. Untouched and unspoiled," and that's when the tip of Jezzella's tail touched the wetness of Currie's slit. The restrained girl tried to move or even close her legs but it was of no use. "Well, soon to be despoiled," Jezzella told her as she inserted her tail into Currie's cunt.

"OoooOOOHHH!" Currie moaned shakily. The girl quivered and shook, biting her lip and making eye contact with the demon above her. The tail pushed in until Jezzella was satisfied her cherry had been broken. Once that was out of the way, the tail started to work the girl while the demon girl reached down to caress the girl's breasts.

"They're getting so big. And you're becoming so, so sexy now," she told the bluing girl. Her grasping hands came down and squeezed either of Currie's breasts, causing the changing girl to moan loudly and arch her hips up. Aside from the red hair on her head, every other bit of hair receded into Currie's skin, leaving her smooth all over.

When the changing skin color hit her back, that's when things started to progress a lot. Erupting from her mid-back, small black wings started to grow out. Beneath them, similar growth in her ass and hips made Currie a little taller once again but at the cost of any form of masculinity. More blue skin spread and finally, as her ass lifted, something started to protrude from the base of her spine.

'I'm growing a tail!' Currie thought in a moment of desperation as the tail thickened and got longer and hung beneath her.

Jezzella was still teasing the girl's cunt with her tail. Even being precise enough to rub the girl's clit absentmindedly. This kept warm, nearly orgasmic feeling flowing through Currie's body and making the change almost feel welcome.

'No, no! Have to resist all these feelings. These sensations,' Currie's mind raced as dull, warm, and highly sexual thoughts began invading her mind. Remembering the guard at the city, and thinking about going down on him slowly. Thinking of that man who escaped the demon forest, and thinking that she could have easily brought him low. Shaking her head did nothing to dissuade these intrusive thoughts.

"That's it, my new babe. Let it all wash over you, take you, and warm your body," Jezzella was telling her before licking from the girls chest to her neck and finally ear, where she whispered, "Be born again. Let it take you."

Wings were starting to grow larger and stuck out more from the back. They grew out more and more, with black webbing and red spikes topping them. Her tail grew ever longer, and black as well, with its own spade time taking shape at the very end.

Currie's thoughts were being washed over by waves of pleasure that were crashing down from all over. Her own tail whipped up and curled around Jezzella's. Rather than stopping the demon from masturbating her, she only quickened the pace.

"That'a girl! Embrace your new self with open arms and wings." Jezzella had the vines bring the girl right up face to face with the demon where she again locked lips with the girl in a kiss. Only this time, their tongues were weaving together in unison. No more was Currie a simple courier. He, now she, was a full skinned demon with all the appendages to match. It was only then, once changed, that Jezzella let her go.

The vines gradually started to loosen and drop the girl closer to the forest floor. Once there, it set her down softly on the ground. Swooping down and kneeling next to the girl, Jezzella was all smiles as to the girl's face. Currie's eyes were closed while her body almost exactly matched that of Jezzella, save for different colored hair, slightly larger breasts, and the bits of clothing Jezzella barely wore.

Kneeling down and lifting the new demon up, Jezzella brushed the hair from the girl's eyes.

"Wake up my sister," she said.

Eyes opening suddenly, Currie was looking around like it was the first time she had seen a forest.

"I feel so, warm," Currie said as she was helped up to her feet by Jezzella.

"As you should, sister."

"Sister," Currie repeated, holding her head. "Yes, thank you," she replied, embracing Jezzella with a tight hug. The grin this gave the demongirl was ear to ear.

"And how are we feeling?"

Biting her lip, Currie felt down her new body. The heat that emanated from it, the curves that dipped so lovingly around her body, and the freedom that came from spreading her wings wide.

"I feel, good," then she bit her lip, "and horny," she added with a touch of shame.

Jezzella could not be more pleased. "Of course you are, my sweet. You haven't had a man in, well, far too long I'm sure. Perhaps we should make for the main road?"

The thought brought a warm smile to Currie. "Yes, please."

Back on the road proper, the salesmen with a cart pulled by a donkey was gradually making his way through the forest. He was a mostly modest looking man with wary eyes that were watching in every direction. It was quiet and road appeared empty.

He then approached a familiar stone bridge.

"And who is this, that trespasses on my road?" Jezzella asked, her voice carrying while she was nowhere to be seen.

The salesmen immediately tensed up.

"Come no closer, foul creatures!" he yelled at the forest where he thought the voice was coming from.

"Mmmmmmmmm, he looks scrumptious," Jezzella observed, her voice echoing all around the man.

"Absolutely," agreed another voice; a more fiendish sounding Currie.

The man cracked his whip on the donkey's behind to try and get away but just as he was crossing the bridge, down swooping Jezzella to stand in the way. The donkey reared and brayed, but with a simple touch to the beast's nose from Jezzella calmed him.

"Now, now. You weren't trying to escape us, were you?" Jezzella asked, walking passed the donkey and closer to the man seated on the cart.

"Get away! I don't," but just then he heard something land behind him in the cart. Before he could turn around, arms were sliding from under his own. Blue, silky smooth hands came up and one grabbed his shirt while the other went for his crotch. The fingers began to twirl on either part, with the man's cock starting to harden already.

"Don't what?" a voice in his ear asked.

In front of him, Jezzella was just watching while Currie couldn't help but explore the man's body.

"Don't hold back, my sister. Explore as you see fit. As for you, it feels good, doesn't it?" she asked the man.

He was visibly shaking and was trying to control himself. Soon, a black tail was coming up to curl around his waist from behind.

"How big are you?" Currie asked in the man's ear and she slipped her hand down the front of his trousers. His breath caught in his throat when the feeling of a steamy hand touched his member. After only a few slow, meaningful strokes, he was rock hard.

Jezzella used her sharp nails to cut the ropes holding the donkey to the cart and once free, he went bounding off down the path. The man wanted to cry out but was too taken by feelings to think straight. His shirt was being unbuttoned by the demon at his back while the one in front was just enjoying the sight.

"She's new so don't mind her," Jezzella said with a wicked smile.

Far removed from the man that went into the potion shop that morning, Currie was ripping open the man's shirt now while caressing his cock with the lightest of touches. She didn't know why this felt so good, or how it was coming so naturally now, but her eyes and ears could pick up on the thumping heart of the man and the hot red blood that was running through his veins.

The man was pulled into his cart and laid out on his back. Jezzella jumped into the cart as well now and went first to Currie, who she kissed on the cheek.

"This is what we call 'prey', my sister," explained Jezzella to Currie. "We lure him, which is done, we start to work him, which you are, and then we drain him for all he's worth. He's not the most handsome," she said while tracing the outline of the man's cock in his pants, "but he'll do for your first time. Now, don't be shy with him."

Somewhat timid, Currie crawled around the man now on his back and even sniffed at him. The man was practically speechless, with his mouth agape and eyes darting between the two, rather gorgeous, demons picking at his body. With a simple tug, Jezzella had the man's pants down around his ankles.

"You take care of the shirt," Jezzella instructed.

To that end, Currie, not knowing her own new strength, ripped the shirt to pieces with one simple tug. Jezzella giggled.

"Like that, sister?" Currie asked hopefully.

Jezzella brushes aside the remaining tatters of the shirt, grinning. "Just so."

Then, crawling up and over the man, Currie found herself lip to head close to the man's cock, with her own ass hovering above the man's head.

"That's it," Jezzella, stroking the girl's hair, began, "indulge yourself."

Just as soon as she said it, Jezzella watched her new sister open her mouth so she could take the man in. Sucking until she got to the hilt of him, she then started a slow, purposeful blowjob that had the man shaking and crossing his eyes. This is when Jezzella started to pet Currie like a doting parent would.

The man, for his part, was starting to lose himself as the two demons began to work his body.

"That's it," Jezzella whispered hotly to Currie, "suck and suck and drain him until he's nothing." She then moved to the man, whose attention was firmly on the blue, buxom ass that was inches above his face. "You want us, don't you? You desire nothing more than my sister here to empty your body of want and need." She pet the man's hair. "Giving in is easier. It's what you want. Especially when you feel that you're so close."

The man grit his teeth and was trying to resist but it was simply too much for him. Groaning, he started to cum and the eager demon, at first surprised by the explosion in her mouth, started to swallow and even enjoy it. She kept going, practically sucking the man dry of cum as his balls ached and shrink slightly.

"Can you believe it's her first day?" Jezzella remarked to the man as his eyes crossed.

Lifting her sticky and dripping mouth from the man, Currie ended up sitting back on the man's face.

"Did I do good?" she asked, cum dripping from her lips down onto her tits.

Jezzella smiled. "Not bad for a first time. But now I think you should try riding it," she suggested, with a keen eye on the girl and what she would do.

Nodding with a smile, Currie did as suggested and got up only to sit back on the man's already strained cock.

"Oh gods!" the man yelled, his voice strained and tired already.

Jezzella leaned in and gave the man a deep, penetrating kiss while Currie rocked up and down on the cock. The feeling of it in her was causing her body to warm ever more, with her eyes glowing more red. Hand down on the man's stomach to steady herself, Currie was smiling as she rode, even while the man looked to be trying to pull away.

"None of that," Jezzella said, giving a kind slap to his cheek. "You let her take you all the way to the cusp of pleasure and let me bring you down."

Watching the demon's bare breasts bounce was starting to entrance the man who was zapped of strength. Currie used her new tail to slither up the man's leg and squeeze it, making sure he wasn't moving at all.

Already drained of seed, the man now felt that his very body was being drained of life while the girl rode him. His hair started to gray and wrinkles formed on his body. He tried to speak again but was out of breath and unable.

"Oh yes, YES!" Currie yelled, feeling the man's very essence flow into her body. She then leaned forward and locked lips with the man while her hips and ass still worked. He wanted to yell, to scream, but the tongue in his mouth pushed away all these protests. Instead only allowing him to feel the woman on him.

His muscles and bones ached, liver spots started to show on his skin, and his heart was beating eractically.

"Don't stop! He's almost there!" Jezzella encouraged, her pearly white teeth glinting

Ass moving up and down, the man simply couldn't hold it anymore and what was left of him exploded into the girl, his life literally drained from his eyes and face. Currie placed a hand on his chest to keep herself upright but it slowly sank into the man. All Jezzella could do was laugh and watching as her newest convert reached her own orgasm.

Quivering from the cooldown, Currie finally took a normal breath and stood up.

What was left of the salesmen was barely recognizable as a human anymore. Withered and spent, Jezzella helped her sister off and back to the forest path.

"That was, amazing," Currie admitted, not giving a second thought as to the man.

"Wasn't it though? Your skills need some improving but I can't fault your enthusiasm," Jezzella said of the girl. "Of course, we will need to get you something to wear."

Currie looked down at her body Feeling the skin, it was cool to the touch.

"Do I have to?" she asked somewhat disheartened The feeling of the air on her bare body made her tingle. Made her want another man as well-being

Jezzella smiled and came to put an arm around her. "Don't worry, hun. It will only enhance your beauty further."

"Yes, sister," Currie agreed.

The two demons then laughed and headed into the forest where their figures soon disappeared into the trees.