Chris was mesmerised, literally, by Barbelo's dance. Her fangs did not worry him much because her moments kept him into a trance that left him relaxed and weak-willed. Her voice was utterly caressing and her curves made his stare unable to focus upon anything else. He was hypnotised and Barbelo knew it. So as to increase her powers over him, she cupped her breasts simply covered in thin veils and moved them enticingly in front of his eyes. This Chris was even less capable of resisting and he could not tear his eyes away from the wonderful globes of soft flesh. He had not only been pinned into the chair, but ropes had magically weaved themselves around his legs and arms, tying them there and without him being aware of it, so focused he was on Barbelo's seductive dance. She herself was having great fun.
"Do you wish to gaze upon my breasts fully, young man?" she whispered in a sultry fashion.
"Yes..." Immediately answered Chris, his eyes widening in anticipation.
"First, answer a question for me," she smiled saucily. "Are you... ticklish?"
With a long nail, she scratched extremely lightly at Chris' neck, then used all of her nails and fingers to knead lightly yet playfully at his ribs and tummy. The effect was immediate. The youngster squirmed and giggled helplessly, saying between giggles that yes, he was very, very ticklish. For Barbelo and Argyle, this was perfect.
"What a good little boy, answering the question so fast and honestly," she said gently in a soothing tone, rewarding her victim with more bounces and movements from her enthralling breasts.
Chris, in his hypnotised state, just preened and glowed inside at the compliments ushered in such a kind tone from such a caressing voice. The woman in front of him was his world now and he did not want to disappoint her. Why would he doubt the words coming from such a beautiful and incredibly kind woman?
"And now for your reward," she said.
And out from the bra went the breasts, basking Chris in all of their glory. Basking him in more reasons to be controlled too, but he was way past caring about that. He could only gaze at the nipples that were hard and pointing at him directly, but also at the aureolas that looked so smooth and soft... He wanted to touch them but his body felt so very tired... He could not feel the ropes binding him, as a strange torpor had engulfed him. His eyes felt heavy but luckily, they still had energy to look at those marvellous boobs. Cris wondered that if he was too sleepy to raise a hand and touch them, then maybe he could kiss them or even... suckled them?... If he was just a little boy, as the gorgeous woman said, it would make sense, right?... Barbelo merely continued to move, swing and jiggle her breasts in front of the eyes of the young man, marvelling at how easy it was. His stare followed obediently.
"Would you wish to... kiss them?" she said in a teasing tone.
Chris nodded eagerly.
"Well then, before you bury your head in them or kids them or suckle them if you so desire, you will have to do something."
"Answer another... question?" he slurred.
"No, silly," she laughed. "Just drink this. Then, you can do whatever you want to my breasts. Anything."
"Could I... Could... Could I fondle your vagina?..." stammered Chris.
"Of course! Just drink this and I'm yours," she said huskily.
Chris gulped eagerly the potion that Barbelo was handing to him. It tasted like mulled wine and it was not bad. As soon as he finished the transforming potion, he stared impatiently at the breasts. His reward. He smiled a little stupidly and Barbelo responded by jiggling her breasts anew at him, going as far as letting the youngster get a glimpse at her scantily clad crotch. As Chris was literally mesmerized by those mysterious organs of suckling, birth, nourishing milk and the original secure warm womb, he transformed, his eyes finally drooping to sleep. Barbelo and Argyle grinned at each other and at Chris, whose binds flopped as it held on to shorter and slimmer limbs, to end up on the floor, useless to restrain the little demon now in the chair and suckling his thumb, dreaming of the security of a warm and soft mommy. Demons could have sex but not reproduce so humans were used as the malleable way to replenish the population of the demonic realm. The young, babies and gorgeous females sold for the highest price, to customers that then integrated them into their families. The little demon darling sleeping soundly would fetch a heavy price for the carnival and make a family very happy. Chris' immense enthralment with her chest and crotch made him the right victim to change into a baby. Now he'd get a lot of chests. Or crotches, if she decided to regress him further. Or not, depending on her mood as she prepared him to go live in the Demonic Realm. The future life of Chris hung in the balance, but he had no say in this. He was blissfully unaware, at least until he woke up.