Just after noon had passed, a loud shriek of unnatural quality was heard across the suburban neighborhood of Shepherd’s Hill.
Since most residents were either at work or school, only a few people heard it and, since it didn’t repeat itself, they all shrugged it off as something unimportant.
Unbeknownst to them, the shriek had come from Mary Garcia, housewife and mother, or at least what had once been her. The creature which now lay panting in exhaustion on her bed was shaped like a human, but humans didn’t have thick, tapered tails or bright purple skin, to name the more major differences.
Mary Garcia was now a succubus where she’d been human since her birth some 39 years ago. The radical change had been brought about by the ornate, black glass dildo which now lay glistening between her legs, the proverbial dagger which had dealt a deathblow to her humanity.
She’s been warned this might happen when she bought it but at the time it had seemed a very acceptable risk. Her life now was one of soap operas and lonely masturbation since she hadn’t had a job since marrying 20 years ago and her husband was a hopeless and selfish premature ejaculator when he could get it up at all. So why not take a walk on the wild side and play with a dangerous new toy?
It had worked as warned. The twisting curves and odd bumps of the dildo had brought her to a quick orgasm soon after she’d first inserted it in her once bushy pussy and that was the end of her humanity as simple as that. No pacts, no fireworks, no sacrifice of a chicken, Mary’s change had been quick and intense, hence the scream. And now it was over.
Looking down at herself, she smiled and ran her hands down over her perky new breasts and their achingly hard nipples to the dark pit of deadly pleasures that was her new pussy.
Mary’s stomach gurgled hungrily and violently all of the sudden at the same time her pussy clenched and further darkened the sheets beneath her with her arousal. The connection was obvious to her, instinctual. Mary Garcia was hungry, and the only food that could sate her now was a soul.
Her mind went right to work on this problem. The neighborhood was now something more like a grocery store to her now.... and did she hear the key in the door downstairs? Was her first meal really delivering itself to her?