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Succubi: The slinky, silky, seductive shadows of the demonic realm. They can come in many different shapes and sizes, but one thing is always the same: They feed upon humans. Whether that's their souls, emotions, thoughts, bodies, or leftover pasta is up to the demon
Succubi: The slinky, silky, seductive shadows of the demonic realm. They can come in many different shapes and sizes, but one thing is always the same: They feed upon humans. Whether that's their souls, emotions, thoughts, bodies, or leftover pasta is up to the demon
And now, suddenly, you've found yourself encountering one. You're not even aware you're dreaming until suddenly the statuesque, voluptuous, confident woman steps out of thin air. The strangeness of her presence makes you realize: You're in a dream, and this girl is an intruder
You can't take your eyes off of her as she struts forward, sashaying her hips and smothering you with the intensity of her gaze. You're too stunned to move as she leans down and in, eyes boring into your own.
"Ready to live out your deepest fantasy~?"
"Ready to live out your deepest fantasy~?"
It's no use running. She's locked you into the dream, and in this world, you can't even hope to hide your thoughts from her.
The demon's grin turns smug as she senses your panic before she digs deep into your subconscious thoughts, searching for your deepest, darkest desires.
The demon's grin turns smug as she senses your panic before she digs deep into your subconscious thoughts, searching for your deepest, darkest desires.
And then suddenly, her confidence momentarily falters. You could have sworn you even saw a bit of blush on her cheeks for a moment before she suddenly steps back.
"This is... a new one for me." she eventually says, "But let's see if we can't make those dreams a reality~"
"This is... a new one for me." she eventually says, "But let's see if we can't make those dreams a reality~"
In dreams, succubi have total control. Their bodies, voices, and even scents are totally malleable. It shouldn't surprise you that the demon is capable of transforming to match your desires, but is still a bit of a shock to see her suddenly begin to grow... wider
Her tightly-wrapped yet scantily-clad body begins to expand outwards. Her breasts bulge and fill with doughy new mass, jiggling and bouncing as they expand and hang lower. You can see her hips begin to bloat, widening and softening, her plush new flesh jiggling lightly.
Her firm thighs, already sizeable, grow soft. She seems momentarily surprised when her doughy legs grow to rub against one another, but the demoness quickly recovers with a minor shift of her stance.
Finally, the moment you had been silently anticipating. The succubus' toned stomach positively balloons with flab, growing from nothing into a hanging potbelly in moments, and then continuing to expand further. Her fat gut hangs lower and wobbles more pendulously as flab piles on
Once her metamorphosis has finally been completed, the demon's outfit is only barely hanging on. The skintight strips of shiny darkness appear to be painted onto her fat rolls and curves, sloping around her lardy new body and doing nothing to halt her new curves from wobbling
You can't even fathom taking your eyes off of her, but the demoness seems far less assured than yourself. It's not so much that she looks uncomfortable, but more so that she's... anxious? Nervous?
Whatever it is, the emotion vanishes once she catches sight of your rapt gaze
Whatever it is, the emotion vanishes once she catches sight of your rapt gaze
Her body sways twice as much as the succubus struts towards you, forcing you back until your heels finally meet the wall. You find yourself mashed between the hard surface and the impossibly soft, oozing mass that is the succubus's fat body.
It is the best dream you've ever had
It is the best dream you've ever had
You wake up, covered in sweat and panting, from the most intense dream you've ever experienced.
It was all just a dream, wasn't it...?
It was all just a dream, wasn't it...?
The next night definitively confirms that it was most certainly NOT a dream.
The moment you fall asleep, you find yourself in the same place, with the same seductive demoness. Another scenario from your deepest desires plays out, and you wake up covered in sweat once more
The moment you fall asleep, you find yourself in the same place, with the same seductive demoness. Another scenario from your deepest desires plays out, and you wake up covered in sweat once more
It soon becomes a nightly occurrence, though not one you're particularly upset about. Sure, you wake up a little less rested than normal, but that's a sacrifice you're more than willing to make when it means getting smothered under hundreds of pounds of demonic flab.
