Monday morning found Cole cuddled in bed with Winrya, who had assume a sort of blend of her normal form and her “Tara” form. Though Cole had originally had a few reservations about spooning with a fifth grade Succubus, Tara had quickly dispelled those.
Cole did, however, feel a dull ache between her legs. Her new mouth, it turned out, had a hunger all it's own, and it was very distracting. The main way to deal with it, she'd found, was to have it sucking on something.
So Cole was quickly developing a sort of oral fixation. She reached for her dresser and found a pacifier that Lee had given her. Placing it between her legs, she started sucking on it, and the hunger pangs subsided, as she was now rewarded with a faint sense of pleasure.
She sighed and disentangled herself from Winrya, who woke up, stretching. “Oh is it morning already?
“I thought demons didn't need to sleep.”
“We don't, really, but since I was human once, it's a habit.” She idly scratched a nipple. At her current age, she was basically flat-chested, but she still somehow managed to look sexy as hell.
“Ugh. I'm going to turn into a pedophile.” Cole grouched.
“Do we have time for a quickie before school?” Winrya grinned. “I think you could use something more substantial than a pacifier.”
“Man, I wish. How fast can you work in the shower?” Cole asked.
Winrya chuckled. “Just you wait.”
The problem with having two mouths, Cole realized, was that it was twice as hard to stay quiet when having an orgasm. But with her mom and stepdad home, that would have been extremely embarrassing to wake them up to that!
After she got out of the shower, Winrya vanished, saying she'd see her in a bit. She did, however, leave Cole with a present- a large cherry sucker. Cole popped it into her normal mouth, then inserted it between her legs.
“Gah!”, was the only intelligible thing she could say. Fuck, that felt good to suck on! Her new tongue had working taste buds, and the taste of it was unreal! Not having a throat, she had no gag reflex, and could pull it in deeply if she wanted, then push it out, which felt incredible.
Once she got used to it, though, it didn't distract her very much, and she felt pleasantly buzzed, like she'd had a couple of daiquiris. She got dressed, grabbed her things, and grabbed an English muffin on the way out the door, starting her mom's morning coffee for her.
Outside, Lee was waiting behind the wheel of her Coup deVille, with Tara riding shotgun. Cole got in back and, as she sat down, she was keenly aware of the sucker inside her, and she let out a moan.
Lee laughed. “Having fun with your new toy?”
“Very much, thank you.” Cole blushed.
“I don't think it was much of a punishment, Tara.”
Tara giggled. “Well now if you want to punish her, you could take it away.”
“Please don't.” Cole was embarrassed to admit it, but she was really enjoying her mutated orifice!
“And so, Cole developed yet another fetish.” Lee put the car into gear, and headed for the middle school to drop Tara off. “Tara, I texted Alison to tell her that my little sister was starting school today, and to watch out for you.”
“Oh that was a good idea. Did you tell her what I look like?”
“No, and I think she'll definitely do a double take.” Lee laughed.
“I'll take good care of her, Lee.” Tara promised.
Cole could just imagine what kind of quality care the Succubus could provide!
Alison had wanted to wait for Lee's sister to arrive, but she had to get to class. Her mind was anywhere but on school, and even her friends could tell she was distracted. Last night, Alison had masturbated for the first time, thinking about Lee and the lesbian porn her Aunt had lent her. She had played with herself a little bit while watching the videos, but it had felt wrong to do more in someone else's house.
But at home, in bed? It had felt incredible, and she had dreamed about having another girl with her. Of course, how she was going to accomplish that was anyone's guess- she thought about trying to fool around with one of her friends, but that was risky.
If they got weirded out, or worse, told their parents, she would be doomed. It was with these thoughts that the door opened and the Vice Principal came in, leading a dark-haired girl wearing a cute black sleeveless dress with a long skirt. Little white flowers adorned the dress, and it took Alison a moment to realize she was looking at a younger version of Lee!
The girl had short hair with long bangs, and wore glasses. She seemed a little nervous, and there was an odd cadence to her gait as she walked. It took Alison a moment to realize the girl's right leg was a prosthetic- you almost couldn't notice it!
The teacher had the girl introduce herself, and with a soft, gentle voice, she said she was Tara Dante.
Tara. Alison's hear melted. She wasn't so fickle as to have forgotten her crush on Lee, but she felt a sudden desire to protect this fragile flower.
“Now class, I hope everyone is nice to Tara. Tara, do you want to sit up front? I see you have glasses.”
“No, Ma'am, I wouldn't want to make anyone change seats on my account.” Tara said.
Alison raised her hand. “She can sit next to me, Mrs. Carson!”
“Oh that would be fine, Alison. Do you need help, Tara?”
“No, Ma'am, I can make it.” Tara flashed a small smile at the teacher, and walked past the other students. She was only a little bit slower than normal, but it was obvious she was never going to win a marathon.
Alison saw one of the boys in the class start to lazily stick his leg out into Tara's path, and she grabbed the first object at hand- a hard rubber eraser and beaned him in the back of the head with it.
He sat up straight. “Ow! Who hit me?”
Mrs. Carson was looking right at Alison. But then she gave the younger girl a wink. “Travis, is there a problem?”
Travis gulped and shook his head. “N..no Mrs. Carson.”
“Good.”
Tara took a seat next to Alison and flashed her a smile, mouthing 'Thank you'.
Alison felt very warm and giddy.
Cole had finished her sucker by third period, and was desperate to find something else to suck on. The pressure was building up between her legs, and she was starting to feel very uncomfortable. She wished she could reach down and even suck on her fingers, but that would be noticed instantly. Fuck, why didn't she sit in the back of the classroom?
The teacher, Mr. Grant, was droning on about some math problem, and she was really regretting taking Calculus. She started wishing she had something, anything, to stick in her mouth. Gum, or candy, or...
Erin Brady stretched, turning to one side, and Cole got a good look at the shape of the girl's breast. 'Oh man,' she thought to herself. 'Sucking on that would be amazing.' She imagined it, straddling the girl's chest to fit her boob between her thighs, her mouth working furiously on the girl's breast.
'Fuck, at this point, I'd even try a dick.' She made a face, but it was true. But she couldn't get the thought of Erin's large, soft breasts out of her head. She'd never been boob crazy before, but now? It's all she could think about.
She imagined Erin in a few years, after high school. She'd probably get bigger. Or what if she got pregnant?
The thought of sucking milk out of a girl's breast with her pussy mouth was too much for her to bear. Warm drool escaped her lips, soaking her panties. Fuck, why did she have to have working salivary glands?
She quickly got up, excusing herself to go to the bathroom before she left a damp pool of spit on her seat.
She raced to the bathroom and opened a stall, sitting down on the closed toilet seat, and pulling down her skirt and panties, discarding what was left of the paper straw the sucker had been attached too.
She reached between her legs and started sucking on her fingers. But that only helped a little bit!
Just then, someone else entered the bathroom. Cole clamped her free hand over her mouth, so as not to whimper. The foosteps stopped outside her stall, and despite being locked, it swung open, to reveal Lee.
“My, I could feel how worked up you are from across the school.” Due to a screw up at the office, Lee hadn't been able to get all of the same classes with her Apprentice. It annoyed her, but she was well used to the machinations of bureaucracies. She stepped into the stall, closing the door behind her.
“I have something special for you to suck on, my dear.”
“Oh thank you...I thought I could handle it, but...”
“Shh. You'll enjoy this.” Lee started to shrink, her clothing becoming baggy and loose. She stepped out of her shoes, her stockings sliding off her slender legs, and stepped onto the toilet seat between Cole's legs, rapidly dwindling to the size of a doll.
Soon she was inches tall, and completely naked, and Cole got her meaning at once. Spreading her legs wide, she pushed Lee into her pussy's mouth, feet first. The tiny demon girl didn't go in all the way, but Cole clamped down on her torso below her breasts and began to suck, working her tongue between Lee's legs, teashing the girl's clit with her tongue.
Lee lay her head back and closed her eyes, moaning softly. Cole tried pushing the girl in, and Lee kicked her legs, sending nerve impulses up Cole's spine like electricity.
She began rubbing the girl's tiny breasts with her forefinger and thumb, keeping her pushed in, all while sucking on her. She was dimly aware of the school bell ringing, and noise in the halls, but she didn't care.
For some reason, no one entered the bathroom, and that was good, because she was no longer able to keep quiet, groaning loudly. Lee was making similar noises, and she wasn't sure which of them came first, but she could taste the demon's juices on the tip of her tongue when she finally came back down.
Lee managed to push herself out of Cole's pussy, her body slick with saliva. “Oh that was fun, don't you agree?”
“Uh huh.” Cole nodded. The aching feeling had subsided to a dull throb.
With a gesture, Lee cleaned them both up, and started to grow in size hopping down to retrieve her clothing. “I'd like to cuddle a bit, but we need to get to class.”
It was fascinating watching Lee swell in size, and then quickly dress herself. Cole noted that Lee wasn't wearing any underwear, which made her shiver.
Lee then handed her a new pacifier. It was a little larger than the last one. “Here, darling. This should tide you over until later.”
“Thank you, Lee.”
The demon smiled and gave Cole a kiss before departing. Cole sat there in a daze, then bolted out of the bathroom. She had to get to class!
Cole wasn't the only one having a hard time concentrating on school. Luke kept finding himself staring at the other girls in class. Their hairstyles. Their fashions. How pretty they looked. And imagining himself as a girl. What kind of outfit would he look good in? Would he have short hair or long?
One of his classmates had a white plastic hairband, which gave her a look of innocence and charm. He wished he looked like that. If he'd been born a girl, how tall would he be? Medium height like Alison? Or tiny like Sarah?
He glanced to the smallest girl in his class, Heather White. Heather was really short, and her legs didn't reach the floor when she sat down. She almost looked like she belonged in middle school, but she had really nice breasts for a short girl.
Fuck she was adorable! He didn't want her...not precisely. He wanted to -be- her! What would that be like? Finding himself inside another girl's body?
He wanted to touch those breasts, and know what that felt like. To pose in front of a mirror. To smile at the world with that cute face. But he couldn't have any of that.
He was trapped in his life, and it was enough to make him want to scream!
When the bell rang, he rushed out of the room and nearly ran into a girl, who dropped her books.
“Oh, sorry!” He said, kneeling down to pick up the fallen books. As he rose, he realized he'd run into (almost literally) Lee.
“Lee, it's good to see you.”
Lee smiled enigmatically. “Do you usually try to sweep new girls off their feet?”
“Uh, no, just...needed some air.”
The girl nodded. “I bet. Come on, let's go outside.” She took him by the arm and guided him to a side door, completely ignoring the looks of jealousy and confusion on the faces of the other girls in the area. She could hear them buzzing like bees, 'Who is she?!', they asked.
Luke tried to protest, the school was a closed campus, but Lee didn't seem to care. Soon they were outside. From this angle, they couldn't be seen through any of the windows, and Luke saw some spent cigarette butts. Apparently this was a favorite spot for people to grab a quick smoke.
He didn't know about that, because he didn't smoke, of course. He then noticed Lee was unbuttoning her blouse, and he could see a black lace bra.
“Lee...what are you...?” He gaped at her.
She opened her blouse, revealing her very nice breasts. They weren't really large, but they were perfectly formed, with skin the color of cream. “Do you want to touch them, Luke?”
“Lee, I...we barely know each other...” She responded by grabbing his hands and placing them on her breasts. “Go on. Squeeze them. Gently now.”
He obliged, and felt her nipples hardening in the cool air.
“Most boys would do anything to be in your position, Luke. But you don't want me, do you?”
“Uh...I mean, you're very pretty...” He stammered.
“Thank you. But you're not filled with lust. Even now, your dick isn't hard.”
“I'm not ga...”, he started to say, but she put a finger on his lips.
“I know, honey. That's not your problem. You see my body, and it's not lust that fills your mind. It's curiosity. You don't want to fuck a girl. You want to know what it's like to -be- a girl.”
Had...she somehow read his mind? “How can you know that?”
She pulled him close, looking up at him. “I'm very perceptive. What if I could make it happen? What if you could wake up, and find yourself in a girl's body?”
“That's impossible.” He felt anger, and tried pushing her away, but she proved to be far stronger than he had imagined.
“Shh. I'm not making fun of you, Luke. I can help you. I really can.”
“Prove it.”
She grinned. “I don't normally provide free samples, Luke, but alright. I'll make you into a girl. But it's only temporary.”
Before he could say anything, he blacked out.
When he came too, he was sitting with his back to the wall of the school. He felt strange, but also, good. He groaned, and his voice sounded higher pitched. He tried to stand up, but his slack slid off his legs and he nearly tripped over his own shoes!
“What the?!” he said. Then froze. That...that had sounded like a girl's voice?
He stared down at his bare legs. They were slender and coltish. His boxers had slid down as well. “No...no....this can't be!”
He pulled up his pants and tried to walk, but his shoes were too large, and he felt like a child trying to wear his Dad's shoes. He found he could step out of them easily, so he picked them up and shuffled into the school, swimming in his clothing.
The halls were empty while classes were in session, and somehow, he made it to the gym. The locker rooms set aside for the sports teams were empty and locked during school hours, but as a member of the basketball team, he had a key. He slipped into the locker room and peeled off his clothes.
He had breasts, small ones, but definitely breasts! He touched them and gasped at how sensitive they were! And reaching down between his legs, he found nothing but soft, wispy hair, and a slit where his genitals should be.
He ran to a mirror and was astonished by what he saw. A girl with medium-length blonde hair stared back at him. She kind of resembled his sister, but obviously she was older. Her waist was narrow, and her hips were wider, though not excessively so. He touched the soft skin of his belly, tracing downwards, feeling the pelvic bones.
He shivered. “Oh my God...is this real?”
He put his clothes in his locker and headed for the girl's locker rooms. He didn't have a key, but the locks were old, and with a little effort, you could make any key open them. He looked pretty short- perhaps as short as Heather?
Heather was a cheerleader, and he opened her locker, finding her uniform. He felt dirty...even perverted as he put on her top and attached skirt, white and red, with the school's log on the front. The skirt was short, and left his legs largely exposed.
It was a perfect fit! He dashed to a mirror and looked at the cute girl reflected back at him. He felt his eyes tear up. It was a dream...a dream come true!
On a whim, he struck a pose he'd seen the cheerleaders take many times, and giggled. He imagined himself trying out for the team! He did a backflip, and was surprised at how light and agile he was as a girl!
He could even do a handstand, though that caused her skirt to flip over, exposing her bare pussy. Her. Yes. She was a girl!
She sat down on the bench, facing the mirror, and reached between her skirt, touching her pussy. Oh God...it felt amazing! She gasped in pleasure as she probed herself, feeling around. She fucked herself, right there, staring at her reflection.
She moaned with glee, and when the moment came, it was like nothing she'd ever felt. She lay back on the bench, her juices soaking Heather's skirt. “Oh I'm naughty...a real slut...” she giggled.
It's only temporary. She shivered, remembering Lee's words. No. She couldn't go back! She couldn't! If she became a guy again...
She started weeping. She'd rather die!
Suddenly she felt someone sitting behind her on the bench, and strong arms wrapped around her body. She looked in the mirror and saw Lee behind her.
“Lee...how...how is this possible?”
Lee leaned in and whispered, her lips close to the newly-minted girl's ear. “Magic.”
“Magic..isn't real.”
“Isn't it, my dear Luke?” She placed her hands on Luke's breasts, feeling them through the fabric of her borrowed top. “I mean, these are real, aren't they?”
“You said...this wouldn't last.”
“It's true. Before long, you'll change back.”
“No! Please! I'll do anything!” Luke pleaded.
“Anything? Would you become my servant, and obey me forever?” She nipped Luke's earlobe.
Luke whimpered. “I...I can't.”
“No?”
“Alison needs me.” Luke shuddered. She wanted this more than life itself, but it was true. Her sister did need her!
“Well, I'm willing to compromise, my dear. If you agree to serve me, I will allow you to care for your sister. If I ever give you a command that would endanger her, or break her precious heart, you'll be free.” Lee was taking a risk here, but if all went according to plan, she'd have both Luke and Alison's souls before long.
“You mean it? And I can be a girl? But...how? My parents would never accept me.”
“You leave that to me. All you have to do, my sweet, is repeat after me- I pledge my soul to Dantalyon, to serve and attend her for all time.”
Luke looked at the girl in the mirror. “I pledge my soul to Dantalyon, to serve and attend her for all time.”
Lee bit the girl's earlobe, making her squeal in both pain and pleasure. Luke thrashed as her body seemed to burn from inside out! But then it was done, and she was left gasping.
“Now, take that girl's clothes off.” Lee ordered.
Luke found himself stripping and returning the outfit to Heather's locker.
“My, you are an adorable little thing. If I didn't have other plans, I'd take you right now. Come, follow me.”
Luke dutifully followed her mistress back to his own locker. Lee opened it with one fingernail (a neat trick, that) and handed Luke her clothes back. But oddly, they seemed smaller!
“You'll have to wear those for now. Some people will treat you differently, but most people will think you've always been this way.”
“Most people?” Luke blinked.
“Some who are close to you will realize something is off. If you get in trouble, call my name, and I'll come rescue you. Some doors are closed to you now, but others will open up. I'll catch up with you later, my dear. Oh, and think of a new name.” Lee kissed the girl on the cheek and seemed to vanish.
Luke numbly got dressed. Her boy clothes more or less fit, but they felt both familiar and strange. Comfortable, and not. She couldn't go back to class...maybe it was best if she went home...
Like a zombie, she headed to the office.
Unseen, Dantalyon smiled to herself. To paraphrase George Peppard, she loved it when a plan came together!