First off, thank you for reading, voting and commenting on my stories. I know I have teased the incest for the past chapters. This one finally makes good on that promise.
To answer some of the comments (both in comment section and through feedback emailed to me):
As for more transformations, I decided to have the succubus have two forms-her demonic form and her human form. So she relies more heavily on her pheromones which get stronger the more she feeds. As for
her gaining a dick, sorry but not happening. While I like futa stories and hentai, I prefer to have my version of a succubus retain her female form without any male alerations.
As for her victims transformations, the younger girls depicted so far haven't needed to be modified except for their ideas, morals and views of sex. Since I am staying in first-person, I can't enter their minds to tell you, the reader, what they are thinking. Sorry. I will add more people to be physically modified, though.
As for extra powers, well read on. I hope the ones I introduced in this chapter help out.
All characters depicted having sex are over 18.
I heard a sharp intake somewhere behind us and a question form, "What the..." But the question was abandoned, by the owner. I looked back and coming down the stairs was Mary, wrapped only in a towel. The towel seemed to be having a hard time covering her new form as her now perfect D-cup breasts threatened to rip the fabric from her body. The sight and, more importantly, my pheromones did the rest of the work on her newly formed morals. Gone was the prude that her husband knew. What stood at the doorway was a creature of my own design. She looked less like the two girls' mother but rather their older sister.
The towel finally let gravity do its job. As it fluttered to the ground, Mary continued without pause. She gracefully walked to the couch where her oldest daughter was still recovering from her ordeal with me. She stroked her trembling daughter's forehead. Blinking, Lauren languidly stretched and arched her back. Her mother, looking down on her prone form, bent down and kissed her deeply. Lauren, caught off guard, at first tried to break away, but the changes I made and the pheromones wafting in the room quickly dissolved her resolve as she reached around her mother to pull her more deeply in the embrace.
Lauren, breaking the kiss, curled up in her mother's arms. Her body hadn't enough time to recover and transition like her mother's had. Mary gently stroked her daughter's naked form. I slid out from under Jessica, who soon was cuddled with Emily. As I arose, Mary looked over my naked body. I could sense her desire, but I had other plans. I knew that my human converts weren't going to be able to survive on sex alone. Plus, there were supplies I could get to help the girls as they fell further in my debauchery.
Once I had reached the couch, I held out my hand to Mary. Having grasped the outstretched hand, I tugged for her to stand. "The girls need some time to recover from their ordeals. I would like you to escort me as I run some errands." Mary nodded as she rushed upstairs to her bedroom. I followed her up the stairs.
"Where are we going?" she implored as she was searching her closet. Ignoring her question, I took her hand and led her across the hall to one of her daughters' rooms. Mary's style was much too conservative for her new lifestyle. With the body of a much younger woman, I thought the clothes of her daughters would better suit her.
I pulled out a blouse and skirt that I thought would look great on her. I flung the clothes on the bed as I bent to look through the shoe collection in the closet. As I turned back, I saw Mary looking at her outfit in the mirror. I stalked toward her as I admired the view. The beige skater skirt flared out from her hips and came down mid-thigh. The blouse was a black and lavender striped buttoned sleeveless shirt. The black areas, though, was actually mesh. I reached around Mary and presented her with a pair of brown wedge sandals. When she turned to face me, I noticed the top four buttons were left undone. This left only the buttons below her breasts actually buttoned. She sat down on the bed and proceeded to put the sandals on her feet. This revealed her lack of underwear. I was pleasantly surprised she decided not to add anything to her outfit.
Not wasting any time, I closed my eyes and imagined what I was going to wear. When I opened my eyes, I was wearing a lacy white short sleeved crop top that barely covered my breasts. I was also wearing dark blue jeans that may as well have been painted on. To top it off, I had black 3" stilettos. Once ready, we headed downstairs to run our errands. Mary grabbed her purse from the foyer console table. It was later than I had expected and the cool evening air brushed both of our barely covered breasts delightfully.
We got into her car and, using her phone's GPS, I directed her to our first stop. "A sex store?" she asked. "I have a vibrator at home and I'm sure the girls do too. Why couldn't we have just stayed in?" she whined.
"What I have in mind," I patted her knee, "you probably wouldn't have the toys required." I opened my door and got out. She followed suit and locked the doors with the button on her remote. When she joined me at the front of the car, she slipped her arm around my waist with her hand resting on my ass.
The bored cashier's head popped up from her magazine at the sound of the front bell as it announced our presence. She ogled us as we walked past her station. With the right motion, Mary's nipples could be seen through the mesh fabric of her top. My own top also showed glimpses of the treasures under it. "C-can I h-help you?" she stammered. I do love being able to make everyone stumble over their tongues at the mere sight of me. Even though I am a demon, I am not immune to vanity.
I checked her out myself. She had a punk/goth style about her. One side of her head was shaved and had a Celtic knot tattooed on her skin. Her hair was dyed a fiery red that tapered to a golden yellow on the tips. On the unshaven side of her head, her bangs fell to cover one eye. Her heart-shaped pixie-like face had a lip ring, eyebrow ring, an ear bar in her uncovered ear and a spike gauge in the lobe. She wore a black tank top that had the store's logo on the front. She wore a flannel shirt that's sleeves had been cut off. Her arms were adorned with more tattoos.
"I know what I want," I stared at her intently hoping she would understand my desire for her, "but I may desire your help with the items." I heard a little gasp from her as I turned my attention back to getting the supplies. I would let her think about what I said and invite her to join us when we left.
I knew tongues and fingers were only going to get us so far. I also knew, at some point, I was going to need a man. That last part would have to wait. It was also not a pressing need, yet. We walked around the store picking up and examining toys. By the time we were ready to check out, we had our arms full. I was now able to read the girl's name tag. Her name was Chloe. Her eyes bugged out at the assortment. We had multiples of everything from strap-ons, vibrators, double-ended dildos, nipple clamps and varying sizes of dildos.
After ringing everything up, Chloe said, "Looks like quite the party."
