The three still human woman continued to watch, still baffled by what they were watching happen to their friends. That was, except for Rose. Rose was even deeper into the trance than Brittney and Monica realized. She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard a voice, not in her ears but rattling around inside her brain. The source was clear, however, it was Jen’s voice.
“Go ahead, strip down and join us… Stace and I don’t mind.” She purred.
“We want you to, in fact. A tail would suit you…” Stacy’s voice now echoed.
“Mhm… and Jade green flesh…”
“Ohh, and adorable little darker green freckles.”
“And that bright red pixie cut… to die for.”
She watched as Jen and Stacy came with a shuddering groan, a quick, sharp one that led them to decouple for just a moment to enjoy the high. The two voices bounced back and forth in Rose’s mind, making her cheeks flush deeper and darker red by the moment.
And she finally answered. She pulled her performer’s top and kicked off her stage leggings, stripping down to her white bras as she hit the floor, right into the arms of the waiting succubi.
“Good, good…” purred Jen, like a loving guardian, as Jen already began to assume the leading role of the nascent coven which was forming. She ran her clawed digits through her wavy short hair. Rose felt a shiver on
her back as Jen’s dexterous tail tugged at the hook of her bras, and snapped it open. Rose gasped in relief, as her small chest quickly exceeded the limits of what had become a rapidly constricted garment. Her lips parted, eager and needful, as Jen’s kiss sensually worshipped her, before a forked tongue began to explore her mouth. Rose shivered as her lips filled into the contours of her lover’s, becoming plump and tender, and also a deep forest green in the process.
Sure enough, all her skin was starting to tingle, lighting every nerve with sensate delight as it began turning an inhuman hue. She was distracted from her rapture as a sharp talon grazed her thigh. She knew what to do, she opened her legs immediately as Stacy snapped her panties off with an artistic flourish. Rose felt a shiver as the cool air conditioner sighed its cold breath over her hot vulva. She curled her toes as Stacy’s twin tongues tasted her folds from every angle all at once it seemed. It accelerated her transformation, as her pale skin gave way all together to a supple, inviting jade. Te freckles that dusted her cheeks and shoulders became dozens of dots of the darkest shade of viridian. On top of that, the single understated rose on her left bicep curled and sprouted, as if by magic, growing into a thicket of petals and thorns running down to the backs of her hands on both arms.
Jen’s glowing emerald eyes flicked between her two lovers of crimson and azure, she hummed sweet moans into Jen’s lips as the succubi edged her on. Her short pixie cut of ginger hair remained short, but also grew thicker, richer, and a more vibrant, obviously unnatural shade of ruby. Jen giggled as her claw raked along Rose’s bosom.
“Get ready. This is the best part…” she projected into Rose’s mind telepathically. She couldn’t believe this could get any better, still, she curled her toes in anticipation. She was glad she did, as she was braced with incredible pleasure when first two smaller, more understated little demon horns crowned out of her head. Her ears pushed out of her short hair as they sculpted and reformed as elf like points. She moaned, deep, loud, and proud as she came in grand fashion, giving a feast to Stacy that spurred her hunger on further, changing her into a second flood back to back. It accompanied the gentle, stimulating burn of her tail lashing out of her backside and her wings bursting from her shoulders and curling onto her back like a cape.
Rose panted and gasped, the three succubi admiring Rose’s new and enhanced body, until another sound got their attention.