Seducing mortals and transforming them into slaves of their own dark desires.
Are you here to stop me or something?
No, that’s not why you followed me.
I can tell just from looking at you.
You have a fantasy that my powers could fulfill, don’t you?
Yeah… You wish you could be a girl.
Hey, it’s okay to admit it here.
I’m a succubus.
I don’t judge your desires, I make them real.
You don’t want to be just a regular girl though, hmm?
You want to be a fatty.
A fat slut completely out of control.
There’s a good reason you feel this way, you know.
You weren’t supposed to be born male at all.
You were supposed to be a girl born in ‘99.
Close your eyes and you’ll see it.
The person you were supposed to be.
There she is, showing off her body to her new boyfriend.
Despite being only 19 years old, this is her 10th relationship already.
And that’s not counting the numerous one time sex partners she’s had.
She is a true slut, outgoing and confident despite her size.
Already she is even earning more money than you, doing cam shows and working as an escort.
She turns you on so much, doesn’t she?
Keep your eyes closed.
Can you feel yourself being pulled towards her?
Good, good. The magic is working.
Soon, your mind will be in the body where it belongs.
Just make sure to not resist it.
Getting closer and closer.
Don’t let the new sensations distract you.
Do you feel them?
Your new big breasts?
Your ass spreading wider?
A pussy between your legs, hot and wet in anticipation of your boyfriend’s cock?
Is your mouth watering at the thought of putting his dick in your mouth?
Good girl. Let go of the past.
Leave your male self behind.
This is who you truly are.
Even if I took this opportunity to reveal that you’ll be a selfish, emotionally unstable brat that no one will ever want to date seriously because of your daddy issues, you don’t care at this point, do you?
You don’t mind becoming stupid, immature and impulsive.
You don’t mind that you’ll have no preferences whatsoever… Your thighs will spread to anyone that shows interest.
It’s okay for you to be an abusive bitch, because you’re so young, hot and horny.
Besides, everybody’s got issues, don’t they?
Well, looks like your mind is made up. I
look forward to feasting on all the emotional and sexual energy that
your crazy, degenerate lifestyle will deliver my way, you pretty little
thing…
“Hubby, please snap out of it!” pleaded your wife as she looked up at you with those teary eyes.
The fat dominatrix laughed.
“He can’t help himself! This is what he gets off to now, watching me play with you!”
She
was right.
Watching this obese woman bouncing on top of your petite
wife was making your cock throb harder than ever before in your life.
You
wanted to pull it out and masturbate, but felt like even the slightest
touch could immediately send you over the edge in this highly aroused
state, so instead you focused on keeping the camera steady.
“Stop fucking recording and help mmmmphh”,
your wife yelled, but her voice was quickly muffled by the dominatrix’s
buttcheeks descending on her face with all their combined weight.
“Shh, my little slave girl. It’ll all be over soon”, she said to her, faking a comforting tone.
Your wife flailed her arms and legs wildly, desperately trying to gasp for air, but it was no use.
The dominatrix was suffocating her for real.
“Don’t
worry, dear. With your last breath, you’ll be born again as my obedient
servant and lover. You won’t remember a thing about this loser”, the evil woman said, nodding towards you.
Hearing mistress refer to you as a loser turned you on so much that it almost made you spurt in your pants right there.
She was taking your wife away from you, but you were too aroused to care.
Your
wife was on the verge of passing out when mistress suddenly lifted up
her massive behind, farting long and loud directly on her victim’s face.
But
your wife’s expression showed no disgust.
She didn’t even cough. She
breathed in hard and heavy, thoroughly enjoying the smell.
“T-thank you, my queen”, she said, her voice raspy from being deprived of oxygen for so long.
That was the point of no return.
You felt your dick spurting a hot load of cum in your briefs.
“Who is this guy, mistress?”,
your wife asked, looking at you with nothing but disgust across her
face, all the memories of your marriage gone forever from her head.
“Oh, don’t worry about him, dear fart slave. That’s just my loyal cameraman.”
“Did he just cum in his pants?”
“Yeah, he’s a bit of a pervert… Can’t control himself at all when he sees a pretty girl like you get farted on by me…”
“Haha, what a creep… Hey creep, did you enjoy that?”
You
wanted to say no, to call out to your wife in case some of her memories
of you were still intact. Maybe try fighting back the changes one more
time, together.
But in your heart, you knew it was over, and that these would be your new lives from now on.
“T-that was so hot…”, you stuttered in a voice much weaker than it used to be.
The women laughed, and your cock reacted to the humiliation immediately…
Some said that a powerful secret society operated from within.
Some believed that a reclusive wizard lived inside and that he would grant a wish to anyone that could unlock the inn’s mystery.
Some claimed that the building was haunted and that a gateway to hell could be found from the cellar.
You
dismissed these speculations as nothing but rumors of superstitious
local townspeople who’s peaceful lives longed for mystery and
excitement.
Still, the establishment was far from suspicious.
The building was enormous and beautiful, too high maintenance to be profitable in such a remote town with no notable tourism.
As
the curious reporter from the big city that you were, you booked
yourself a room to see if you could dig up something interesting about
the history of the inn… And perhaps find out where the funds came from.
It only took you a few days to discover that there indeed were numerous hints of a secret society using the place.
Having
sat many hours in the bar section, you had noticed a very specific
exchange of words that the bartender kept repeating with a few of the
patrons.
It appeared to be a password of sorts that allowed the customer a free entry though a locked door behind the counter.
Having memorized the dialogue, you intended to try gaining access for yourself on the next day.
But as you were getting ready for bed, someone started banging on your door.
Opening it up, you expected to see some kind of a hitman staring at you through the iron sights of his pistol.
But instead, standing in the hallway was a fat, motherly looking lady, almost as wide as she was tall.
There was a very casual, easy-going vibe about her.
She was completely barefoot, and her clothes looked like they were more intended for sleeping.
“Heyyy.
You’re that reporter writing about the inn, aren’t you? The owner said
he’d love to meet you. Wanna come with me?”, she cheerfully asked.
You agreed gladly.
Up until now, the owner had been so elusive that you doubted if the person was even alive.
The large lady headed down the hallway, and you followed closely behind her.
The corridor seemed to go on forever.
Your eyes were starting to focus on that big, jiggly butt in front of you.
It was absolutely massive, probably bigger than any ass you’d seen on a woman in real life before.
Her red panties were clearly visible through the gray sweatpants.
You
couldn’t stop yourself from fantasizing how it’d feel like to pull down
those pants and underwear and watch that glorious behind burst forth in
all it’s massive glory.
Too consumed by these horny thoughts, you made no conversation as the two of you kept walking down the corridor.
The only noises were the footsteps of this enormous woman thumping heavily against the carpet floor.
Though paying full attention to the gargantuan behind, you were starting to notice odd sensations.
The woman ahead of you appeared taller, the space around you a little larger.
You
could clearly recall having to glance a little downwards when she came
to your door, but looking at her now, she seemed roughly of the same
height as you.
Your footsteps were becoming heavier, your movement slowing down.
It felt like your thighs were brushing against eachother, more and more with each step.
Unfamiliar, jiggly sensations came from all over your body, and it was making you uncomfortable and sweaty.
But
you kept staring intently at that magnificent fat butt, even though for
some reason the tingling it sent down to your crotch felt very
different now.
A bit of gas erupted from your ass, creating an audible fart which broke the hypnotic silence somewhat.
The woman turned around and smiled.
You could feel your face heat up and blush in shame.
“S-sorry, I…” you stuttered, but your voice came out sounding so girly that it threw you off.
“Hey,
it’s fine! Do I look like the type to mind that sort of thing?”, she
replied, letting out a little toot herself for emphasis.
Her response drew out a girlish giggle from you.
“Hehe, I guess not”, you sheepishly replied.
This woman was nice, you though to yourself.
All those sexual thoughts you had of her before were gone.
“We’re almost to the toilets so hang on just a second longer”, the woman exclaimed.
The toilets? What did she mean?
“Weren’t you supposed to take me to the owner?”, you asked.
“I am the owner, you silly girl”, she stated matter-of-factly as she pushed open the door to the men’s room.
“Um, isn’t this the men’s restroom?”, you asked, wondering why questioning that aloud felt so puzzling to you.
“Yes it is, dear. You wouldn’t receive much customers in the ladies room!”
“C-customers?”
“Is
your head full of air too, Heather? Don’t you remember our arrangement? I let you live, eat and sleep at the inn and you in exchange suck cocks
of my male visitors during weekend evenings”, she said, sounding
slightly irritated.
"W-what?”, you shrieked.
“Don’t act so dramatic, you little slut”, the owner said, her tone no longer kind and motherly. “It was all your idea
in the first place. You know you’d do this even without compensation.
I’m the one risking everything by basically allowing you to prostitute
yourself in my restrooms. You know this is the only job for a fat, gassy whore like yourself.”
As
she said it, it became true.
Finding a job had been difficult in this
small town because of your condition.
But then you found this place. You
felt your legs tremble with excitement and your pussy aching longingly.
The thought of all the guys you’d get to pleasure tonight was driving
you crazy.
