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It may not have been the best idea. The Red Light District was known for all sorts of things to entice and ensnare. Mitch had used that to get away from his friends. They were busy leering at something, giving him the opportunity to escape. He intended to make his way back to the hotel they had been staying at. A collection of recent college grads having a bit of a celebration sounded fairly harmless. Mitch thought they would just do a bar crawl, maybe go to a club. But when they turned down the street towards the infamous region where any of a man's sordid desires could be bought so long as the price was right, he immediately grew nervous.

No, it had not been the best idea. And Mitch had compounded that with another notion that was less than wise. Slipping off alone in an area he wasn't familiar with had resulted in the very thing that he had feared would happen. He was lost. He had no interest in what the local 'shops' offered. He simply wanted to get back to the hotel room and scrub off the smell of the street. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Not unless he did something he was very much wishing he didn't have to.

He needed to stop and ask for directions.

Ordinarily, such a thing wouldn't bother him. Mitch wasn't too proud and his masculinity too fragile to sustain confessing he didn't know where he was or how to get where he was going. He just didn't like the prospect of walking into one of the 'businesses' in the area for anything, even if it was as innocent as being told where to go. Still, there wasn't anything he could do other than wander until he gave in. He couldn't even find his way out of the Red Light District. He thought it had been a relatively straight shot coming in. When had there been a turn that he had missed? Why could he not get out? And why was it the more he wandered, the stranger the advertisements and neon signs became? They had started out simple enough, offering the standard fare. Now, they were boasting all manner of depraved solicitations beyond anything he could have imagined.

He had to get out of the district and get back to 'civilization', with an emphasis on 'civil'. The phone in his pocket buzzed softly, no doubt one of his friends texting him, asking him where he was. He didn't bother answering. Nor did he try using it for navigation. The battery was nearly dead, and then he'd really be up a creek. At least he had the charging cord with him. Maybe he could just ask to get a little juice for his phone. Oh he couldn't ask for it like that. It would no doubt be confused for some perverse act.

Mitch wasn't opposed to perverse acts, just so long as they didn't involve him. He was far too new to the whole idea. He'd not even managed to get a girl to kiss him yet. The more he thought about that, the more it made sense as to why the boys dragged him here. They had intended to 'make a man out of him'. That thought made him grimace, and emboldened him. He could walk in and ask for directions to the nearest coffee shop. He could sit there and charge his phone, then maybe call for a ride share to take him back to the hotel. That sounded just fine.

Without bothering to be discerning about his selection, Mitch turned and walked into the nearest establishment. It was curious that the brightly glowing sign outside had been crafted with a demonic motif. That made sense too. After all, the Red Light District was a 'place of sin', and what better way to demonstrate that than to cover your windows with lewd drawings of demon-girls? He pushed the door open and stepped inside, not sure what to expect, but only intending to remain for a few moments.

What he walked in on stunned him into silence. He couldn't bring himself to move at the sight before him. There, standing in the main lobby of what looked like an old theater or movie house from early in the last century, were two ladies, almost completely naked, arguing with one another. One was a svelte elf with long blond hair that covered only one side of her head, leaving the other side trimmed so short it might as well have been shaved off completely. Her long, pointed ears were adorned with a number of piercings and dangling chains, all of a gold hue and shining in the simulated candlelight that shined down from the grand chandelier above. That fixture must have cost a fortune, and it did a remarkable job looking as though it was lit up by actual candles.

Mitch simply stared, taking in the elf's figure. She was slightly taller than he was, likely because of the impressive heels she wore. It gave her reason to show off her legs, and there was quite a bit there to take in. The curve of her hips and the generous shape of her thighs suggested she could easily delivery a kick that would send him sprawling. And they came together to provide a very pronounced rump that made it difficult for Mitch to look away. Each time she shifted her weight, the cheeks flexed and moved, each mound offering a gentle wobble. She had a slight chest, only a hint of a bosom that went completely uncovered. Her forearms were covered in dark latex, ending in fingerless gloves. The shiny black material contrasted with her pale, fair complexion. Similar material covered her from ankle to mid-thigh, the leggings held there by a pair of suspenders connected to a band that ran around her trim waist.

She was gorgeous. Mitch could hardly believe what he saw. Especially considering what she possessed between those broad thighs. There, sagging down from her groin, was an example of manhood that would put almost anyone to shame. She was ridiculously enormous, as was the sac her length drooped down over. Up until he saw the 'third arm' and pair of small melons she had pressed against her legs, he could have sworn she was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. For an elf, that wasn't difficult. Though they were rare, he had heard rumors about their beauty. He didn't know they were so legendarily equipped.

The thought of her easily out-sizing him helped push Mitch to look away and take in the sight of the lady she was having a very spirited conversation with. She wasn't an elf, her skin a pale red. Her hair was long and dark, straight and finely styled to remain that way. Two black horns protruded from her locks and a long, thin, red tail swished slowly behind her, complete with a pointed spade. She was similarly built to the elf, lovely of curve, clad in even less than the elf, but draped with more jewelry; necklaces, earrings, arm bands, rings, even her navel was pierced. And that drew his attention to her own surprising feature. The crimson-skinned woman, clearly intended as the demoness the signs had advertised, possessed a great, round stomach, far too large to match her slight frame. She was pregnant, enormously so, far beyond anything Mitch had thought was humanly possible. But then, she wasn't human. She was a demon. And she was sporting the same sort of generosity as her elf acquaintance, if perhaps slightly larger.

Mitch couldn't help but stare at the red lady's crotch. It was just too much not to take a moment to drink it in. Already he was beginning to feel nervous about his choice of establishment, but he couldn't find the will to turn and leave. He was hypnotized somehow. His body wouldn't listen to him. He could only stare at the two beauties before him. That and catch hints of their conversation. He knew it was improper to listen in, but being within earshot and unable to tear himself away, he couldn't help himself.

"I'm telling you it's disgusting. He wants me to do things I said I wouldn't do when I agreed to work here." the elf said, her hands positioned stubbornly on her hips.

"That was quite a while ago. Things have changed, wouldn't you say? Aren't you happy with those changes?" the demoness asked.

"Yes, I am happy," the elf lowered her head, looking away briefly as she blushed, then brought her gaze right back as her expression hardened again, "But that doesn't mean I'm comfortable doing what that pig has asked me to do!"

"Cassandra," the demoness said with a cautionary tone to her voice, "I really think you should reconsider. You remember the arrangement we came to. You get what you want, you do as I say. Otherwise..."

"Yes, I know I agreed to do what you say, but come on! This is beyond anything we discussed would happen! You can't seriously expect me to just put on a smile and do something like that!" the elf, now identified as Cassandra, complained.

"I think you're too emotional right now to think clearly. Take a few breaths and clear your head. I'm sure you'll find it's perfectly reasonable once you've had a chance to consider it." the crimson woman said, her tone even and insistent.

She was giving the elf a chance to avoid something, but it was impossible for Mitch to guess what. He simply continued to stare, unsure what to do.

"I don't need to take a few breaths and calm down, Neylu! I'm not going to do it! I can't! And you can't make me! It's disgusting!" Cassandra shouted, stomping one of her heeled feet.

Things had gotten heated in the last few moments. Mitch clearly wasn't supposed to be privy to this conversation, but anything he did risked being detected. Just as he was about to get up the courage to slowly turn himself around and walk out, his phone buzzed in his pocket again, this time accompanied by a chime. Mitch winced as soon as it happened and watched as the two ladies jerked their heads towards him. He had been spotted. The elf gasped and blushed brightly, realizing her voice had carried farther than she intended it to. Her embarrassment stayed with her, keeping her gaze locked on the young man. The demoness meanwhile recovered quickly, turning back to look at her employee.

The red woman lifted an arm and snapped her fingers. In an instant, several things happened. The elf went rigid and gasped. She then began to shine, brightening until the light was almost blinding. The elf's voice finally uncaught itself from in her throat as she cried out. It wasn't in pain or shock or displeasure. It was almost as if she were mid-climax. Mitch had seen enough videos to know what that sounded like. Whatever was happening, she was losing herself to an intensely pleasant sensation. Just as her voice reached a crescendo, she flashed out of existence, leaving behind a mass of glowing mist, golden and beautiful. It was in the exact same shape as the elf woman, though her clothes and jewelry fell to the floor, no longer held up by the body that was no longer solid. It writhed and moved as if the elf it once was still had some control over it and was trying to squirm and feel over herself, but there was nothing there to actually feel.

"I did warn you what would happen. You break your contract, you have to face the consequences," the red lady said with a sigh, "And I was so very fond of you."

The glowing mist began to swirl about, drawn towards the demoness, surrounding her in a small tornado of light. Neylu, that was what the elf had called her, closed her eyes and hummed as she wrapped her arms around herself. There, before Mitch's eyes, she began to grow. Her hips widened, her thighs thickened, her shapely rear swelled. Her chest saw some growth as well, but only a subtle hint of it. Her ears, which had been just as human-like as Mitch's, suddenly grew longer, coming to the same elf-like points that Cassandra had once possessed. The lady opened her mouth and let out a delighted little sigh just as her bangs shimmered, turning from the lustrous black to the brilliant platinum blond of the elf's locks.

The young man's eyes wandered down the red woman's form as her groin was blessed with a similar burst in size as the rest of her. She had been in possession of a generously sized manhood, which had caught his attention, but now it was stretching out longer and longer, nearly double what it had been. And it had thickened to keep up with that length proportionally. And to go with her now impossibly sized shaft, her scrotum swelled outward, going from the two grapefruit sized orbs to sporting what looked like a pair of watermelons. He could swear he heard what sounded like a slosh come from them. Clearly the whole experience was pleasing for the red woman. Her member twitched and bucked, drooling until it left a small, clear puddle on the floor amidst her soft moans. It was an incredibly lewd display.

As the transformation occurred, the glowing mist swirled, tightening its swirl around the woman until it appeared to vanish into her. She began running her hands over herself, appreciating the added shape and size. Her voice carried the sound of pleasure with it, suggesting that it had felt quite good 'consuming' the elf.

"Mmm, welcome to the club, honey. I think I'm going to enjoy your stay," Neylu said to herself, "God, I hate having to lose a good employee, but I love bringing them into the fold. It's just... so delicious. I almost made a mess with you, Cassandra."

"I'm sorry... did... did I interrupt something just now?" Mitch finally managed to stammer out.

"Oh, no honey. You're fine. Cassandra and I were just having a little disagreement about her duties. She knew what waited for her if she refused to honor her contract. Now then," the red lady turned and began walking slowly towards the young man, her hips swaying and popping with practiced effort and her belly adding to the exaggerated motion, "What can I do for a handsome fellow like you?"

"Oh... uh... I was just a little lost, trying to find my way back to my hotel. I was hoping maybe I could get directions, at least to a coffee shop or somewhere I can charge my phone so I can find my way myself," Mitch said, unable to help but glow bright red as he studied the well curved demon lady and her mostly nude glory, "Is... you said her name was Cassandra... is she okay?"

The crimson woman continued walking her way over towards the blushing young man. Her hips swayed with every step, her stomach wagging slowly back and forth along with her gait. Her eyes remained locked onto him, a look of hunger shining out from them as she began to imagine all the terribly naughty things she might like to do with an innocent college boy like this one.

"I'm afraid we don't have any chargers here. But if you've got one, you can plug in and power up. I don't know if you'll have much luck navigating your way out of here. This isn't the usual section of the district. Ours is a more... mystical area. It plays havoc with technology that's not hardened against magic. And as for Cassandra, she's fine, here, feel for yourself." the woman reached out once she was within range and took hold of the human's hand.

She lifted it to cup against one of her cheeks, canting her head over into the contact. She even nuzzled into his palm softly, relishing the delicate touch. As soon as Mitch's fingers brushed across her smooth skin, he felt a strange, subtle jolt, almost like electricity. In that moment, a voice entered his mind. It moaned passionately, almost as if in the throes of exceptional bliss. It sounded like the elf lady that had just vanished and somehow been consumed by the demon lady.

"Is... is that her!?" he stammered in shock, almost able to feel the waves of pleasure rolling off the disembodied voice.

Just as quick as the experience started, it ended. His palm pulled away from the lady's cheek, the voice going silent and the sensation vanishing.

"That's her alright. She came here hoping I could make her beautiful, and her faith was not misplaced. Of course, she was more of a he when she arrived, but I helped her change that. My skills in turning her into what you saw do not come cheaply, hence the contract. She knew what would happen if she broke it, and now I get to enjoy her company in a most intimate manner," the red-skinned woman said, her tail swishing slowly behind her, "My name is Neylu. I'm the proprietor of this establishment. Since you're lost and trying to get back where you came from, you must have been out wandering for quite a while. Why not come rest a while, enjoy yourself while your phone charges?"

"I... I... I'm Mitch. It's... nice to meet you... Miss Neylu." the young man said with a nervous stutter, fumbling around in his pocket to find the charger for his phone.

"Such a polite boy! Others your age could learn a thing or two about manners from you. Come, the show's about to begin. You'll be my personal guest." Neylu said, turning to walk deeper into the lobby, aiming for a staircase draped in rich, red carpet.

Mitch felt himself compelled to follow. The contact with her cheek, the voice and sensations that came from it; it intoxicated him, making him curious as to what else she might be capable of. He caught up with the business owner, ascending the staircase as she took hold of one of his arms, linking it with one of hers as if he were her escort. It was such a small gesture, but it left Mitch feeling a little weak in the knees.

They passed a handful of others on their way to wherever Neylu was leading them. Some were employees. Some were clients. All were hurrying to be somewhere. Eventually, the demoness pulled back a curtain and guided her young guest through to what looked like a playhouse box overlooking the main stage of a relatively small theater. The decor was lavish and exquisite. Mitch didn't know enough about interior design to be able to identify it as the Georgian styling that it was, but he didn't appreciate it any less. A great lounge filled the center of the box, offering plenty of room all around it to be able to navigate without feeling cramped. A small credenza with an outlet offered the young man a place to plug in and charge his phone, setting it down next to a tray holding a number of small, unlabeled bottles.

"This is my personal seat, and the best seat in the house if you ask me. Please, make yourself comfortable," Neylu said as she settled atop the lounge, then reclined, taking a posture that made her look as though she could have been carved by a Greek sculptor, "Can I get you something to eat or drink? You must be in need of something if you've been wandering around outside."

"Oh... uh... no thank you. We had a big dinner, my friends and I did. Then they wanted to 'get some action'. This whole thing isn't really my bag, so I decided to slip away and head back to the hotel. Apparently I took a wrong turn somewhere," Mitch explained, realizing that he had started to ramble a little and sat down on the lounge, keeping a respectful distance, "But... no, thanks for the offer but I'm good."

"Oh don't sit so far away. Come get comfortable with me. The whole point of not using regular chairs up here is to get close and cuddly." Neylu said, running a hand over an empty space on the lounge immediately next to her.

Mitch cleared his throat as he gazed down at the hand trying to coax him closer. Little by little, he scooted himself towards the gravid woman, keeping his hands folded neatly in his lap. It was taking everything he had in him to remain a gentleman, but given that she was without any sort of appropriate covering, it was quite the challenge. As soon as he was close enough, the red woman lifted her hands and made use of an ability she had gained upon absorbing the elf earlier. Mitch found himself lifting off the lounge and drawn closer still, floating towards the demoness. She cackled in amusement as he squirmed in surprise, then dropped gently into place right next to her, their hips touching.

"Wh-what was that!?" Mitch asked in a hiss, trying to keep his voice down as the stage below came to life with performers.

"A little something I learned from Cassandra earlier. It's proving very helpful in getting what I want. Now," Neylu said, lifting her hand again, waving it to summon forth a bottle of lotion that had been sitting on top of the intricately carved credenza off in the corner where his phone was resting, "Why don't you pop that open and help me out? It's important to moisturize to avoid stretch marks."

"Stretch marks?" Mitch asked, looking a little puzzled.

"You know... from this?" Neylu said with a snicker as she gestured to her enormous stomach.

The young man glanced down at her belly and it immediately clicked.

"Oh... Oh! Right!" he said, then began squeezing the bottle he had been handed.

A sizable glob of the floral scented moisturizer landed in one of his palms and he began spreading it across the great, red dome in front of him. It was warm to the touch, and the lady's skin was supple and soft. There was something deeply alluring about offering attention to such a grand, motherly swell. Slowly, Mitch worked his way over the whole of the lady's abdomen, feeling slightly less awkward about the matter as he continued on. As he massaged, he was treated to a display of flexibility and sexuality the likes of which he had never seen before. The floor show was indeed quite something. Oddly, the young man didn't feel quite so opposed to his friends' idea now that he was here in the middle of it. Granted this had been rather different from what they had in mind.

For one thing, none of the performers were human. They were all elves or demonic creatures like Neylu. Some were even animals. There was a tigress that was especially flexible, demonstrating her abilities in such a way to suggest how they might be used to serve in a more intimate capacity. Mitch's hands slowed in their circular motions as he watched, somewhat entranced by the erotic display.

A sharp jerk came from the dome, bringing Mitch's attention immediately back to it. As his eyes snapped back onto Neylu's stomach, he saw a sizable lump pushing up out of the normally round dome. It had a distinct shape to it, specifically that of a hand, and it was similar in size to his own. It made the young man freeze in place as he watched it melt back into the smooth globe of the demon lady's belly.

"Oh he's having a good time alright. Don't mind him. Just keep doing what you're doing, sweetie." Neylu said.

"Wh-wh-what was that!?" Mitch asked, trying to keep his voice low so he wouldn't disturb the show down on stage.

"That's a previous client I was entertaining. He's been enjoying himself ever since. Don't let him stop you. He's lost in his own little world in there." the lady said, running her palms over her generously sized stomach.

Now it was starting to make sense to Mitch. No wonder she was so large. She wasn't pregnant. She had a whole, full-grown person inside her. The idea forced the young man to pull away, staring wide-eyed at the demon lady's belly. It finally hit him, like it should have when he first laid eyes on her downstairs; demon lady. She was a succubus, a creature that preyed on men's souls. And she ran a brothel. And now, she was interested in him. What had he walked in on?

"I... I think I should... be on my way." Mitch said.

"Oh nonsense. Your phone's not charged yet. And the show's only just started. Don't let a little thing like this scare you away. I don't bite," Neylu said, running her hand over her domed middle, smiling seductively at him, "Unless you want me to."

"It's just... you've... got a person in there." the young man pointed to her belly as it deformed again and a soft, strained, pleasured moan drifted up from her middle.

"Yes, that's right, and he's having the time of his life. I might be inhuman, but I'm not cruel. And you heard for yourself how much Cassandra's enjoying being part of me. If I really was a big, nasty, scary monster, they wouldn't be blissed out. They'd be in agony, right?" the lady asked.

That was a very good point. There wasn't any reason to think they were in pain. And it didn't sound like any of them were trying to escape. After all, there wasn't anything to suggest she wasn't going to let them out later, was there?

"I... I guess so." Mitch said, still gazing at the red belly before him.

Neylu took that as all the opening she needed. She was up on her knees in a flash, pushing him down onto his back and straddling him. Her belly was an excellent weight for keeping him from being able to escape. Even though he knew there was someone inside it, the fact that she had pushed him down, meant to keep him trapped with it, enticed some hidden part of him. There was something pressing against him, not her stomach, further down. It was quite large. He could feel it prodding one of his legs as he lay there, Neylu's hands on his shoulders as she grinned down at him.

"I'm glad you think I'm not a monster. But that thing down there certainly is. I saw how you were stealing glances at it downstairs. There's something about a dick that big that's got you curious, isn't there?" she asked.

Mitch blushed all over again, realizing what it was that was poking him. And now, she wasn't just poking him with it, she was actively rubbing it against him. She was aroused, completely stiff from all that he had been doing to her stomach, the movement under her skin, and probably what Cassandra was going through buried deep in her soul, or wherever Neylu had trapped her. It pressed against the inside of one of his thighs as she rolled her hips, grinding on him, using her stomach to compress his own groin. He was stiffening on his own, tenting his pants from the lady's skilled exploits as a purveyor of pleasure. He had indeed let his eyes wander down to that engorged thing pressing against him, unsure what he might do given the chance to work with something like that.

"I... I guess. I mean, I've never really thought about it... being with a guy. But then, you're not a guy are you? You just happen to have what I've got." Mitch said.

"Nothing wrong with a guy sucking a little dick from time to time. Whatever helps you broaden your horizons, if you ask me," Neylu said, then grinned as she waggled her hips over him, "What do you say, wanna give it a try? I won't tell anyone if you won't."

"I won't turn into your slave or a demon or something, will I?" Mitch asked.

Neylu laughed, not caring about who in the audience below heard her. She leaned back, hiking herself up on her knees over the young man. Her member bobbed and drooped under her, forced into a slightly downward arch by the great curve of her tummy. The head pushed up towards Mitch, bringing his eyes immediately to it. It glistened softly before him, just so very close within reach. All he had to do was lean his head in and he could kiss it.

She hadn't answered him. She had just laughed at his question. Did that mean she thought it was ridiculous and he would be fine? Or was she amused that he had figured her out? He didn't get much of a chance to ask. Neylu reached down with one of her hands and cupped against the back of his skull, tugging him in close. There wasn't any reason for him to go along with it. He could turn his head and decline. She'd let him say no, surely. But he couldn't bring himself to resist. Instead of pulling away, Mitch parted his lips and closed his eyes.

The throbbing mast brushed against his tongue as it slipped into his jaws. It forced him to stretch, feeling like he was trying to take a bite out of a sandwich that was too large. There should have been some sort of discomfort, but there wasn't any. There was however a curious cool sensation that washed through his jaw and down his throat. As it did, Neylu scooted herself forward on her knees, working her length further into his mouth. Had she just used some of her magic on him? Was she giving him the ability to accommodate such a large beast?

The minute the red lady's member bumped against the back of his throat, he knew. He should have gagged. He knew that was how things worked. And yet he didn't. She had removed his gag reflex. He couldn't refuse her, even involuntarily. And so, unimpeded, the demoness scooted towards him again, easing her shaft into his gullet. A lump formed in the young man's throat, visible to anyone who might be in position to see it. Mitch squeezed his eyes tight, expecting something to hurt, but nothing ever did. Instead, he only felt the sensation of thick, pulsing flesh twitching about in his grasp. A pair of hands held his head in place as Neylu began to hump.

She was using him, not letting him pleasure her. She thrust forward, not at all hindered by the weight of her belly. She sighed and savored the slick, drool-coated throat she had been lucky enough to see walk into her brothel. Oh she was enjoying breaking this one. He wouldn't be able to think of himself as completely straight after this. Her thighs flexed over and over, showing no sign of fatigue as she felt her new friend moan around her. He hadn't tapped out yet. In fact, he had begun feeling his way up her powerful legs. Soon, his fingers were tracing over the two gargantuan spheres swaying and bouncing, exploring their shape, their weight, even squeezing them to see what might happen.

They slapped his chest from time to time, making him marvel at their monstrous size. If he had been one of the largest endowed women he'd seen, those orbs would have put him to shame. It made him wonder if there was a masculine equivalent to a bra for someone as massive as the demoness.

Neylu had grown rather tender thanks to the upgrade from Cassandra, and the young man's curiosity was helping push her towards her end. But, being the insatiable creature that she was, as well as an involved business owner, she turned her head and peered down on stage, watching her ladies go about their performance. It was only partly to ensure they were doing a good job. She watched them to let their salacious public display drive her onward. It certainly didn't hurt. It took all of the current number for her to finally reach the moment she sought, and it had been a long production.

Mitch was beginning to grow tired. The woman knelt over him had kept him occupied for so long, he was beginning to get dizzy. Why was he getting dizzy? He wasn't spinning, and he didn't feel the burning in chest as his lungs screamed for air. He felt like he was able to breathe without any trouble. So why was he feeling so disoriented and fatigued? The answer would not come, but what did was a sudden surge of sticky, salty demon seed. Neylu let her voice carry through the theater, even drawing the attention of a few patrons, as she reached climax.

The first gush poured straight down the young man's throat, filling his stomach instantly. The second proved too much for the lad to handle. He gurgled around the woman's mast and fought to keep from coughing. The fountain of seed found its way out of his mouth with significant force, painting her groin and his front in the same viscous ooze that had been injected straight down into his gut. The pressure of it was enough to force Neylu back up his throat and out of his mouth, like a hose coming disconnected while the water was still on.

The red lady's member continued to spasm and she gripped it at the base, trying to hold it steady as it painted Mitch, from face to stomach. It was such a copious mess that he worried he might could drown in the stuff. The lad coughed and sputtered as he tried to recover. It wasn't looking good for him. He had just failed to properly tend to a succubus. That usually came with punishment.

Neylu remained on her knees, huffing softly as she eased down off of the high of the moment. She returned one of her hands to her belly, stroking over the great curve as if to offer the person she held balled up inside some appreciation. A smile spread across her lips as she calmed, looking down to see how completely she had splattered across the boy's face.

"Mmm, guess you weren't quite ready for that. Lemme guess, you're a virgin." the lady said.

Mitch wiped his face as clean as he could manage, trying to get enough of the demon lady's seed out of his throat to breathe and speak. He coughed and hacked for a moment, his chest heaving when he wasn't working to evacuate his windpipe. The word had been said. He had to answer.

"Yeah... yeah I'm a virgin. I'm sorry. I just... I've never done that before. I don't know how they do it." Mitch said.

"Maybe you'll learn how. And when you do, you'll be a champ at it. For now, why don't you change out of those sticky clothes and clean yourself off?" Neylu suggested.

One of her employees appeared from behind the curtain, carrying a large, fluffy towel. Mitch took it and began trying to cleanse himself as best he could. He was going to need a shower to keep from smelling like what he was covered in. Hopefully he would get back to the hotel first and take care of that. His phone had to have enough of a charge now to get him there. When the young man brought the towel down from over his face, he noticed something odd. His clothes weren't where they were supposed to be. He looked down to find that he was completely naked, and a curious splat sound reached his ears from nearby. He turned to look and found his clothing, damp and sticky, in a pile on the floor.

"How did you do that?" Mitch asked, looking up at Neylu in wonder, still straddled over him, leaning forward to bump her belly against his nose.

"Magic. It's a handy little spell. It makes all of the target's clothes jump one meter to the left. Don't worry, you won't be needing them for the rest of your stay." Neylu explained.

Without another word, the red lady moved from straddling the confused fellow. She turned and eased herself down into a comfortable position on her side, her back to him. She turned her head to glance back over her shoulder at him, letting her tail trace up along his naked form.

"The rest of my stay?" Mitch asked.

"Oh yeah, you can't go back in those messy things. You'll get stopped by the cops for sure. Better stay here with me for now. C'mon, get in close and comfy. You know you want to. It wasn't just my dick you were eyeing, I'm sure." Neylu answered.

The experience so far had certainly had a profound impact on the young man. He didn't think twice now as he rolled onto his side, pressing in close against the demoness' back. He slipped his arms around the lady and embraced her, expecting something fairly innocent. She wanted something more, so she guided one of his hands to her chest. There was only a slight swell there, little more than one's pectoral muscle. But then she wasn't as flat-chested as he was. She coaxed his other hand to her belly again, guiding him to rub in a slow, deliberate circle. And this time, he wasn't repelled by the movement he detected under her warm, smooth skin.

"Do you treat all random strangers so well?" Mitch asked.

"Not all of them. I thought you were especially cute. And you didn't have the scent of a mate on you. No girlfriend. No boyfriend. Just you." Neylu replied.

"You could actually smell that I'm single." Mitch said, pausing his massaging exploration of her body.

"Yeah. People who are in a relationship tend to feel guilty walking into a place like this. I didn't smell that kind of guilt on you, just that you felt out of place. So, I figured you're single. How'd I do?" the lady asked.

"You guessed right. No significant other." he replied.

"Good, then that means you don't have to feel bad about doing what I know you really want to do. Go on, it's your turn. I put mine in you, it's time to put yours in me. Don't leave me waiting." Neylu said.

That was all the encouragement Mitch needed. He began wiggling his hips against her. That grand, shapely bottom of hers was quite the lovely, plush thing to grind against. His own aching length was certainly eager for its turn to find release. As he shifted and adjusted, trying to place everything just right, Mitch was brought to a moment of puzzlement. He brought one of his hands about to feel around, stroking down Neylu's rump, tempted to stop there and just squeeze, to feel her flesh push up between his fingers like a well cushioned mattress. His fingers traced about, looking for that which he sought, only to find that none such feature existed. That got him to feeling very awkward again.

"Um... I uh... I can't find... you know... where to put it." Mitch said.

"Sure you can. You're just not looking in the right place. Higher up, closer to where you wanted to grope." Neylu said.

"But, that would be-" the young man said, cut off almost immediately.

"My butt. Yeah, put it there. That's all you're gonna find, sweetie. I'm not that complicated." the demoness said with a chuckle.

"That's all I'm gonna find? You mean... you don't..." he trailed off.

"I don't have a vagina. That's right. So go on and use what's there. I promise, I'll enjoy it." Neylu said, keeping her eyes on the show still going on down below.

"If you don't have that, then... does that mean you're not a girl?" Mitch asked, suddenly quite nervous.

"I like to think of myself as a girl. And I do have a uterus. That's where Danny's curled up right now. The way in is just somewhere deep inside. Does it bother you that you just sucked off a guy and you didn't know it?" Neylu asked.

Mitch thought about that for a moment. He honestly couldn't say that it did. There was something about the whole experience that had left him feeling unconcerned about matters like gender or sex. He just wanted to do what felt good. And while it hadn't been the most ideal of sessions, it had felt good with her pushed down his throat like that.

"I guess... I guess not. I just never thought I'd be attracted to a guy. You don't look much like one." Mitch said.

"I'm still a lady, even if I'm not actually a woman. I appreciate all things beautiful. That's why people come to me, to make them beautiful. Cassandra used to look more like you. And I made her into a gorgeous creature of desire. As for what you're attracted to, the boner wants what the boner wants. Getting in the way of it is only going to cause heartache and conflict. Best to just let yourself enjoy what turns you on." Neylu said.

"That makes sense I suppose. Well, if you're offering, then I guess it would be rude for me to refuse." the young man replied.

He pressed his palm against the plush cheek of the red lady's rump and squeezed, feeling over the supple mound. He pressed his hips forward, feeling that lovely soft flesh consume his length. In no time at all, he was shivering and groaning quietly behind the demoness. She wrapped her tail around his waist and cinched it tight, forcing him to plunge just as deep into her as he could reach. He wasn't the largest partner she had enjoyed, but she was going to enjoy him regardless. It was his first time, too. She was robbing him of his virginity. That tickled her.

A soft gasp or a flexing of the legs was what Mitch had expected when he sank into the warm, inviting grasp of the lady's environs. But no reaction came beyond a simple hum of satisfaction. It dawned on him that she likely had taken partners better sized than he. That meant he was fighting an uphill battle. He had to be on the top of his game to make her enjoy it, and he honestly didn't know what to do to accomplish that. So, he did what he thought might work best.

Mitch began to roll his hips forward into the demon lady who had welcomed him into her brothel. He had been seeking a means of avoiding exactly what he was doing, and here he was, wrapped up in it. If only his friends knew. Each time he pressed forward into the crimson-skinned woman, he felt her soft, pillow-like cheeks deform against his hips. It felt like slipping into a lady's cleavage. It was so marvelously yielding to the touch. There were ideas he once held of what it might be like, making love. What he had build up in his mind was nothing like this. This was so much better.

Neylu sighed softly as her guest worked himself into a frenzy, building up speed, letting his passion drive him. She found it amusing. He was trying to hard to make sure she was enjoying herself. She didn't mind that he wasn't actually measuring up. She had other ways of getting what she wanted. And she had already begun. Mitch was beginning to sweat from exertion, but more than that, he was feeding her. She was a succubus--technically an incubus--she fed on the lusts of her partners, and he was being put in touch with that side of himself. The harder he pumped, the more she was jostled, the more inflamed his desire became. And the greater that fire burned, the more it fueled Neylu.

After only a few moments, Mitch could hold himself back no longer. He twitched and tensed, squeezing his arms around the red lady as tightly as he felt wouldn't hurt her. He sank his convulsing length into the mysterious depths below, and unleashed himself. It wasn't anywhere near the copious, fire-hose-like blast he had endured, but it was certainly impressive for him. He didn't remember any of his 'private sessions' lasting so long. Had she done something to him to enhance how long his own climax could last? Or was it just that he was pent up? It was hard to tell.

Neylu writhed softly where she lay, content to let the young man have his moment. She had something else in mind for satisfying her own needs. And she was already working towards that goal. When it became clear that her guest had finished, she pressed back against him gently.

"Better?" she asked.

Mitch huffed, feeling more out of breath than he thought normal. A powerful fatigue had claimed him, leaving him weakened, but certainly satisfied. He nodded as his grasp on the red lady slipped into a limp draping across her.

"Yeah... I just... I don't know... why I'm so tired." he said.

"Poor baby," Neylu said, sitting up once she was able to pull free, "Maybe I should send you somewhere you can get some rest."

"That... would be... nice." Mitch huffed.

A quiet, wet slurp sounded as the young man's length was pulled from the demon lady's supple cheeks. He whimpered softly as that lovely contact faded. He wished it could have lasted so much longer. But all good things had to come to an end.

The lady turned about, laying on her back, propped up against the back of the lounge sit more upright than her companion. She wrapped her arms around him and drew him closer, resting his cheek against her chest. For a few moments, she let him just remain there, but then she began gently guiding and coaxing him, pressing his lips to one of her nipples. Mitch couldn't find the strength to deny her, and when he did as commanded, he was given a bit of a surprise. A warm, rich, sweet cream, just a tiny taste of it, spread across his lips. He licked it up, marveling at the flavor, then pursed his lips and wrapped them around the dark nipple. A soft coo of bliss reached his ears from above as Neylu began to nurse him. She had almost no bust to speak of, and she was technically a male, and yet she was breastfeeding him. And it was surprisingly delicious. Mitch settled in to drink for as long as she might allow him.

"You know, Danny's really enjoying himself in there. Maybe you'd like to join him. It's a bit of a lengthy trip to get where he's hidden, but once you're there, it's quite cozy, or so I hear." Neylu said with a seductive quality to her voice.

The young man pulled his lips away from her chest just long enough to answer, diving back in once he had put forth his question.

"And... where is that?" Mitch asked, his mind too fuzzy to be able to recall who Danny was.

The nipple was pulled from the young man's lips, making him whimper a little. He had hoped to be permitted to drink more, but the demoness had other plans.

"My womb." the red lady said, moving to bump her tummy against his face.

She had gotten back up on her knees and positioned herself next to the spent fellow, almost like a predator looming over her prey. Had he been clear-headed, Mitch might have thought something odd or frightening about the notion. But he couldn't find a complaint to voice. But he could bring up a curious thought.

"I thought you were a boy." he said.

"I am. But I've made certain modifications. Don't worry about the logistics of it. Just relax and let Momma Neylu take care of you." the demoness said, bumping her stomach against his cheek again.

A weak hand lifted to press against the great, red tummy. There was something about the idea of being hidden inside it that he found appealing. And given how little he could command his body to cooperate, he didn't struggle, even as the woman lifted herself up and straddled him again, this time facing the other direction. As she settled down on top of him, that plump, yielding rear fell slowly onto his face. There was a mix of panic and delight. Mitch was worried he might be suffocated then and there, but the warm squeeze of those pliable swells against his face was quite enjoyable.

A happy coo rose up from above him somewhere as he felt the warmth of the lady's rump begin to intensify, and her cheeks push down further over his head. There was a firm ring that pressed against his nose, but yawned open easily. It stretched without needing to conform to the young man's head, engulfing his skull completely. A muffle noise gave the lady reason to turn and look behind her as she wiggled her hips, giggling softly.

"Mmm, you're all mine, sweetie. Just relax and enjoy." Neylu said.

Inside, Mitch felt the slick, hot walls pulse and squeeze, gripping him so he wouldn't have the chance to retreat. What felt like a 'swallow' dragged his shoulders in and the sound of a delighted moan filled his ears. Neylu was enjoying consuming him, devouring him with that shapely rear he had been so fond of. With an audible slurp, she tugged his chest in, feeling her abdomen stretch larger, though not nearly as large as it should have. The tight squeeze around her new little friend was doing a fine job of keeping him compressed.

The show downstairs carried on, giving the demoness reason to offer only a mild focus on the young man disappearing into her colon. She rocked her hips, grinding her still drooling shaft on the pleasantly silky upholstery of the lounge. She felt her cheeks contract around Mitch's waist as he was pulled further still, now halfway trapped in her rectum.

Deep in the dark cavern of the demon's innards, the young man squirmed, finding only just enough strength to offer gentle struggles. The heat was powerful, so powerful that he could not combat its effects. It was intoxicating, leaving him with little care other than to feel himself wrapped up in it. The steady, firm massage of the lady's bowels washed away the ache his earlier exertion had put in him. It almost felt invigorating.

"That's right honey, you were weakened from our fun because I fed on your lust. Now, I can feed on you and give you strength at the same time. Come on, all the way in. Be a good boy and make me scream." Neylu mused down to her belly.

She was still growing, but oddly not showing near enough girth to account for Mitch. His hips were slurped up, leaving only his legs weakly kicking out in the open air. Any desire he might have had to escape was gone. He wanted to be inside her completely, to feel that wonderful heat. A moan escaped the young man as his length found itself brushing against the same slick walls it had been only moments earlier. The instant his mouth opened, something occupied it. It was impossible to see in the dark, but it was smooth, muscular, and gave just ever so gently when he squeezed it in his jaws. The tapering shape told him all he needed to know.

It was a tentacle. It pushed deep into his throat, stretching him just as the lady's shaft had. It even tasted like that thick, salty spire. Only this time, it didn't stop at a certain point. It simply carried on, pressing downward until it reached his stomach, squirming about like mad inside him. Another agile limb pushed down past his form, finding his uncovered rump. Now he was in for an intense ride. Before it even reached its target, he knew where it was going. And as if instinct drove him, he bent himself at his hips and tried to relax, welcoming the invasion. It came with a degree of delicacy he had not expected. Nor had he anticipated the wave of pleasure that washed up through him as it slithered its way into him.

A new moan came from under Neylu's skin as she felt Mitch squirm from what she was doing to him now. She giggled and ran her palms over her great, round tummy, feeling his thighs oh so slowly vanish between her cheeks.

"Mmm, that's my boy, lean into it, enjoy it. You won't ever have to go without it ever again." she said with a hiss.

She continued to rock and grind, close to another climax, but not ready to let it hit just yet. More of the dark, slick limbs emerged from somewhere Mitch could not find, wrapping around him and drawing him in further still. One wrapped itself around his still twitching member, massaging and milking him as another began trying to press itself into the slit at the end, bringing a whole new layer to the experience. Neylu leaned forward, pressing down on her stomach and lifting her spread rear up into the air. Mitch's caves squirmed as a couple of the dark tentacles slipped out from the lady's bowels, wrapped around his ankles, and pulled.

She hissed loudly as she felt him drawn the rest of the way in. Her anus closed up behind him and she rocked back to sit down on the rather comfortable seat Cassandra had given her. Movement continued under her skin, leaving her to writhe and squirm. She could feel Mitch slipping deeper into her, turning this way and that as he was snaked through the maze of her innards. Then, he reached his destination, an opening that divided her ordinary anatomy from the addition she made, the addition where the other fellow, Danny, was being held.

Neylu gasped as she felt herself open, and the young man began to gradually pour into her womb. It was glorious, setting her skin on fire with pleasure. The instant she felt his toes pass through that opening, then seal shut behind him, her belly surged outward, doubling in size from before she had added Mitch to the swell. She flopped back onto her back, letting her voice fill the theater in an ear-splitting shriek of orgasm. A shower of sticky white splattered down on top of her and the floor beneath the lounge. It spread towards the edge of the balcony and began to dribble down onto the patrons below.

There, the demoness lay, panting for breath, groping lovingly at her newly engorged belly. It housed two instead of just one, and they were both squirming like mad, writhing in endless carnal bliss. She would never let either of them out. They were far too useful to her, and so much fun to play with.

A crackle of energy spread across Neylu's skin, visible to anyone in the box with her. It was as if an electric arc had been set off, racing across her swollen form, pooling in key places, like over her palms. She folded and twisted the power, reveling in its strength before drawing it back into herself for later use. Oh, they were both fantastic sources of energy, like a pair of batteries, only batteries she felt great affection for. She would be able to do so much more with her two amorous lovers powering her abilities. Maybe in time, she would find a way to reach out to them mentally and enjoy their company properly once more. The dreamscape was always full of possibilities.

As she lay there, basking in the glorious addition to her strength, she heard a buzz and a chime. She lifted her head slightly to peer over to see Mitch's phone lit up. She lifted a hand and summoned the device to her. She peered at the screen to see that his friends had been texting him repeatedly, concerned that they couldn't find him. A grin spread across her lips.

"Oh it's so tempting... more boys to lure in. I doubt I'd get to be so lucky in trapping them all in there with you, my love, but it's so tempting a thought." Neylu said, running one of her palms over her belly, focusing her attention on the side where Mitch was curled up and squirming blissfully.

"Ma'am," came a voice from behind her, "Sasha is here. You wanted to speak with her."

Chest still heaving, and a horrible sticky mess, the demoness sat herself up, showing no trouble whatsoever in spite of the added bulk Mitch's arrival had given her. She lifted a hand and waved it with a flourish. A towel flew to her and she began mopping herself down.

"Yes, bring her in." Neylu said, suddenly appearing as though she wasn't out of breath in the slightest.

A tall, skimpily clad bovine lady was shown in. She was curved similar to the demoness, but her chest was far more generous, so much so that she likely had to custom order any lingerie she might wish to wear. She looked slightly nervous, hands clasped in front of her, which only accentuated that vast bust of her more.

"H-hello... Mistress." Sasha said.

"Hello, Sasha. I'm told you've been declining to cooperate with certain requests of our guests." Neylu said.

"It's not that I'm unwilling, mistress. I just... I haven't had a chance to practice enough to be able to do it." the cow girl said, fearing she might have upset her employer and risked being fired.

"So it's not that you won't, but that you can't, is that it?" the demoness asked.

"Yes ma'am! If I could have some more time to make sure I can do it properly, I'd be willing to go through with it!" Sasha said, "Please don't fire me! I don't want to lose my job! I love it here!"

"Mmm, and we love having you, sweetie. But you know the rules. You have to keep up your end of the contract, otherwise... well-" Neylu said, lowering her gaze to eye the cow girl's exceptionally buxom chest.

She grinned as she appreciated the swell and curve of it, feeling a little envious, thinking she might look quite good with such a bust herself.