Colin's belly fat melted away as if it had never been there, becoming clearly defined abs on a slender figure. The hair across his body and face evaporated like steam while his curly brown hair became straight and black and ruffled. His ears grew pointed and his clothes restricted and turned into skintight latex that didn't leave much to the imagination. A pair of black horns grew from his head and a demon's tail sprouted from his tailbone. His canines grew more prominent and vampiric. The whites of his eyes became black as night and the irises turned yellow. A pair of angelic wings burst from his back which burst into flame for a moment. As the white feathers blacked and sizzled away, a pair of leathery demon wings flapped once and cleared the smoke. He'd become a demon. No. A male sex demon. An incubus! A creature of pure lust and sinful pleasures who did not know the meaning of taboo.
He saw himself in his full length mirror and couldn't help but run his hands across his body in pure vanity and lust. He bit his lips. He still felt like himself, but on some level he knew that he must have changed. Every breath he made felt lush. He couldn't help but move like billowing smoke. Flirtatious. Smooth. Curved. Alive. It was like the feeling of curling up in freshly made and warm bedding. He couldn't help but want to wrap his arms and legs around it and never let go. Only it wasn't bedding he was feeling compelled to embrace. It was Jeremy, the new priest at a local church.
Colin smiled at himself in the mirror and caressed himself sensually. Every sensation he had was sexual. He remembered the wish. That he'd turn into the sexual fantasy of someone random and rock their world before transforming to the next person's fantasy and moving on.
So, Jeremy was gay, and he liked bad demon boys? Handsome and strong and wicked, yet cute and flirtatious. Colin remembered going to that man's sermons recently and listening to him condemning homosexuality. The hypocrite. He needed punishment the only way a sex demon could provide. Until the wish that had gone wrong... or right, depending on perspective, Colin hadn't been gay either. But thinking of Father Jeremy now made Colin's black soul wriggle with wicked desires and mischievous intent.
He could feel Jeremy's heart beating, even from here. It was several streets away in a church, but it called to Colin's pointed demon ears with every pulse. And it told Colin everything he needed to know about Father Jeremy. A deeply religious man in his late twenties who refused to accept his own desires. Who'd newly become a man of the cloth in hopes of finding salvation for his mind, buried in holy works. Vainly trying to pray the gay away. In the closet from everyone, even himself. Denial of what he obviously needed. Colin would give him what he needed.
With an experimental wave of his hand, Colin momentarily produced various items from thin air before letting them dissipate back into the aether. Chains, cuffs, whips, hooks, leather, rope, gags, dildos... Restraints and toys and tools of punishment and pleasure. All objects of sinful desires that he could conjure at will in order to make all of Father Jeremy's sexual fantasies come true. Weather he knew he wanted it or not.
The genie nodded to Colin in farewell before Colin leapt out the window with an eager smile, impatient to break the poor priest's will into carnal lusts. His demonic wings spread wide and a wind no mortal could feel bore the incubus up to glide across the rooftops towards the church.