The two creatures grind their loins together rhytmically as breathy, husky moans and snarls ring out through the bathroom. In unison, they tense up and shudder as bone and flesh creeps from the bases of their spines, two barbed tails erupting violently from between their legs.
Gina feels pressure in her back as something begins to work its way through her skin before abruptly stopping abruptly. The demon was limp in her arms, finally having drunk its fill of her milk. Gina instinctively pumps him further with arms and legs, thirsty for more of his mutagenic fluids. She can't get any more from him, however.
"Shit," she hisses through fangs. Gina doesn't immediately notice the changes that have been made to her mind. She is addicted to her changes and, like most addicts, desires more of the substance. There is a sinister gleam in her eyes now suggesting a dark corruption brewing inside her.
She pushes the demon off of her and stands on her clawed feet. "Why did you stop?"
"No... more..." the other monster pants.
"Hmph." Gina looks at herself in the mirror. She feels unfinished and still vulnerable. "So are you going to tell me what this is all about?"
The demon rises up on one knee. "Where is the Dong that spawned me?"
"That thing? How should I know?"
The demon suddenly laughs thunderously. "I had no idea the product line was still around. Oh, this is rich! And all this time consensus in the Realm was that the Devil's Dong scheme was the worst idea we ever came up with."
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Gina feels like she should be disturbed that she'd just given birth to this thing, but her emotions just didn't follow. "So what am I?"
The demon looks her over hungrily. "One of us. Well, not quite. Not yet. I too am incomplete. Crossing over is terribly complicated. Merging abstract darkness with flesh isn't easy."
"You mean you don't have bodies?" Gina asks.
"Not as you would define them. We simply take the form your nightmares and concepts give to us. And I, in turn, have returned the favor with you. You have the essence of our plane within you and it has changed you accordingly."
Gina feels irritated. "So how do I get more of this essence?" The thought begins to excite her.
"We need more Dongs, dear 'mother.' There are still some about, I hope? I'm sorry to say they're vulnerable to latex. Being creatures of abstraction, popular associations can have a profound effect on our powers."
Gina has a terrifying thought. "You mean if I touch a condom, I'll..."
"Touch, certainly not. They don't make ones large enough to fit over your entire body, do they?"
She isn't sure. Sex shops sold some kinky things these days. Still, she thinks while looking over her claws, she doesn't have much to worry about.
"If you can allow entrance of a few more of us, each will in turn further your transition into a full... what do you call it... demoness?"
Gina licks her lips in anticipation.