”Any woman should be proud to appear in erotica like this!” exclaimed the succubus.
”Uh, it’s complicated,” began Daryn.
The succubus interrupted. “Well, it need not be! I will show these doctors that the magical transformations of a succubus are far superior to their methods.”
”What?” asked Daryn, but the succubus turned to face the shelves of modern-day pornography that she had created. In a low, hissing voice, she chanted something in what Daryn assumed was an ancient language. She held her arms out, and Daryn saw magical blue smoke rise from the magazines and DVDs. It flew toward the succubus’s body until she was only dimly visible through a blue haze.
In a quick motion, she threw her arms upward, screaming one unintelligible syllable as her hands clapped together. The blue smoke quickly moved away from her body in all directions; Daryn felt it whoosh past.
The succubus turned back to him, an evil smile on her face. “It is done,” she said. “Transformations have been set into motion for all women within this structure. I have captured the contents of your erotica and distributed it to the females.”
Wide-eyed, Daryn turned and ran, up the stairs, through the library, and into the school’s main hallway. Students were already starting to spill out of the classrooms.
The girls looked at each other in horror as the boys looked at them with a mixture of terror and lust. Small blue lightning bolts danced around the girls’ bodies as they transformed. Breasts were enlarging. Waists were contracting. Faces were being reshaped. Clothing was shrinking and altering. Shoes were growing high heels.
In spite of himself, Daryn was becoming aroused watching the changes. Rebecca Nelson, the head cheerleader, had become a platinum- blonde bimbo with neon-pink, overly plump lips, a tube top stretched tight over a honeydew melon-sized pair of tits. Jessica Sanchez, who he sat behind in English class, now looked like an unusually attractive Latina streetwalker wearing an abundance of cheap-looking gold jewelry. Ms. Yee, the calculus teacher, now had exaggerated curves that were definitely not typical of a woman of Asian descent, barely covered by a skimpy 2-piece version of a traditional Chinese dress.
The lightning seemed to have dissipated, the transformations completed. Almost everyone was just standing there stunned, but some murmuring started. Daryn heard a female scream that must have come from a classroom some distance away.
Then, above the heads of those who were in the main hallway, the succubus appeared in a puff of blue smoke, floating near the ceiling. “Greetings! My name is Astara!” she said, and Daryn realized her voice was also coming through the PA system, so everyone in the school would be hearing it.
”My name is Astara, and I am a succubus,” she continued. “I was delighted to be released from imprisonment by one of you this day, and it seems, since I can sense no rival demons or other checks on my power, that I now have near-infinite abilities when it comes to sexuality! I was eager to use these abilities, and when I saw your modern erotica with women artificially enhanced through scientific means, I decided I could do much better through magical means! So I’ve transformed you all to make you suitable to appear in such erotica!”
She paused as if she was expecting someone to say something, but Daryn saw that almost everyone was just staring at her with stunned expressions on their faces.
Astara went on. “Of course, all I’ve done to you so far is what you could have done on your own or with your science -- wearing sexier clothes, or dyeing or bleaching your hair, or having what you call plastic surgery. But with magic, there can be more, much more!”