Liza, our new friend, hopped off the train and I smiled as her legs wobbled. Our spontaneous threesome seemed to have left her a little weak in the knees and my ego fully stroked. She winked and waved as the train pulled away from the station.
Isabella, who'd been straddling me since Liza left, was nuzzling my neck when a porter asked her to return to her seat. She rolled her eyes as she slid off me and into her seat. I laughed and my mind started to think about our recent experience.
For over ten years I had been riding the commuter train from the outskirts of New York City, and for a good majority of that time, I'd sat near Liza. Before the new body, she wouldn't give me the time of day, but thanks to my transformation she gave me more than I could've imagined.
Actually, thanks to my new body and my new demon companion, Isabella. Somehow, she'd taken control of Liza and our morning ride turned into a morning porn video. That sent me down another interesting rabbit hole where I stayed until Isabella leaned against me.
"It's so pretty out there."
"The city?"
"It's like a moving canvas, nothing's ever the same."
I thought about that for a bit and realized she was right. The city I'd lived in all of my life had buildings that had become backgrounds after a few months, but because of the people, everything was constantly changing. A building one day might be occupied and the next empty, or vice versa. The weather was also a factor. Brutal summers and freezing winters were not good for anything, especially for people. So, on a cold winter's day, it was nice to find a few hot women to warm up the body.
I caressed Isabella's arm as I thought about how lucky I'd become in the last twenty-four hours.
"I've got a question. What the hell just happened?"
She smiled, "You need an explanation?"
I laughed, "I know what we did, but I mean why didn't anyone notice and why did a woman who was adamant about being left alone drop to her knees for me?"
"No one noticed because I used my power to shield us from their view. I've watched humanity long enough to know we can't do that in public."
I nodded and thought about what she'd done right before we started. "Is that what you did? Cast a spell?" She looked at me and I said, "You whispered something right before we started. It was that language you used when you called your friend last night. I've never heard anything like it before."
"It's the language of my kind. It helps focus my powers when my mind is distracted, and you and Liza are quite distracting."
"Like you're not?" She winked at me and I said, "What about Liza? That was very different than what I'm used to from her."
"She was probably reacting to your pheromones." I must have had a confused look because she patted my chest and said, "When I build this magnificent playground I added a pheromone scent that would amplify my own arousal and pleasure. Guess it works on humans too."
"So, she just wanted me because you tricked her?"
"No, my additive just amplified the desire she already had toward you. She must have really wanted you because damn..." She sighed. "I miss her already. Maybe we can take her home with us. She left her card."
Isabella held a small business card up as I said, "That's all I need, two demons in my bed."
"You're right, we need more. Let's have an orgy. Is it called an orgy when it's one guy and a bunch of women?"
"I think they call that a cult."
"Haha. Well, I think it sounds like heaven. I mean, are you really going to sit there with wet panties wrapped around your cock and tell me you wouldn't love to be the center of attention to twenty women all clamoring for you to fuck them?" It did sound amazing and my mind started wandering until I had to adjust myself. Her hand slid into my pants and felt my new arousal. As she pulled Liza's panties out she said, "See, I knew you'd like my idea."
For the rest of the trip, through the train station, through the biting cold walk with the heavy foot traffic of the sidewalks, through almost getting run over by drivers who were in as much of a hurry as we were, and as we entered the lobby of the building I worked in, Isabella caressed Liza's panties and daydreamed about her orgy.
I had to tune her out almost immediately because while I was still my old self mentally, my new body apparently had a recovery time of nothing. The more she described what she hoped would happen with us during her naked get-together, the more interested her new play toy in my pants got. Although, the more I swelled, the more smiles and winks from the passing people, both women and men. I wasn't sure how I felt about that new twist.
By the time we rode the elevator to the fifth floor, where I worked, I managed to get her to stop talking and barely managed to get myself under control. I had previously thought I was in complete control of my new body, but it was quickly becoming apparent that the only control I had was when I came. Even then, that may have only been an illusion to the surprising events of the night.
I turned my thoughts to my more pressing issue as I led Isabella toward my cubicle. It was close to the big wall of windows and supposed to have been a thank you for all my hard work. I would have preferred a promotion and a raise, but a nice view was better than nothing.
I smiled and said hello to all the women I worked with. They were older women, even older than my previous age, and were their normal polite selves. They smiled politely as I introduced Isabella, but never asked about my new look or why a purple-haired, purple-eyed goddess was following me through the office.
As we sat at my desk, I asked Isabella and she confirmed that people I knew were accepting the changes I'd gone through the night before for the same reason my clothes fit, it was built into the spell she'd cast. The fact that she said she cast spells confused me until she explained.
"Most witches," she said, "were demons who'd escaped Hell and taken human form, like me. We use spells to focus our magic. Sometimes, like on the train, we have to speak the spells, and sometimes, like with your body, we can just think the spells. Just depends on how much concentration we're needing. Also, who doesn't like the theatrics of it all so don't be surprised if you find me casting a spell over a big cauldron one day."
I chuckled, "Good to know."
I wanted to ask more questions, but my boss's voice rang out through the office. "Alex! Has Alex arrived yet," Tim yelled. I heard a few of the ladies tell him I was at my desk. When we stood up we could see a middle-aged slender bald man rushing toward us. "Finally," he said as he saw me. "I expected you here an hour ago. I need you in my office, now." He gave Isabella a glance but ignored her. As I followed him, he said, "Is that a new suit? Looks good."
Tim was a nice guy so it wasn't surprising for him to give compliments, even in the middle of a crisis. What I was surprised about was finding Brenda, our department manager, sitting at Tim's desk. Unlike Tim, Brenda wasn't the complimenting type, not even during celebratory moments.
She was also bigger than Tim. Not as big as my former self, but no one would call her slender. Honestly, Brenda was a woman who carried her weight well, and there were plenty of times when I wouldn't have minded taking her home for a night or two. But then I never really liked aggressively angry women so I never tried. At least that's what I told myself, even if she'd been the nicest person on the planet I wouldn't have made a move, but she was what my grandfather liked to call a real ballbuster. She ruled our department with an iron fist.
"Are you always this late, Mr. Anderson?" The temperature of the room, already cold, dropped at least an additional ten degrees as she glared at me.
I held back a sigh as I answered her with a simple, "No, Ma'am." She had worked with me for years and knew as well as Tim that I was rarely late. Unfortunately, I knew the best way to deal with her was to not defend myself. It was well known that she enjoyed humiliating anyone who attempted to show a backbone.
I couldn't count the times she had called someone out during a meeting for 'making excuses' when she took them to task for one thing or another. It didn't make the scolding easier to take, but if you just cowered to her then she moved on a little quicker.
Apparently, she wanted to drag my torture out. "'No, Ma'am'? I'm going to need a little more than that, Mr. Anderson."
I glanced at Tim. My friendly meek supervisor gave an almost imperceptible shrug. "Something personal came up and when I called in, Tim said we had an emergency and to get in as soon as possible. I got here as quick as the train allowed."
"That's what I like about Alex, even when he's dealing with something at home he can be counted on to help the company."
Brenda's gaze turned toward Tim like a machine gun turret zeroing in on its next target. Tim looked down and fell silent.
"Would your personal reason be that hot little purple-haired thing you brought with you this morning?" I looked out and could see Isabella staring at us. "I can see why you wouldn't want to come in with something like that at home. Maybe you're more of a man than I thought. Certainly, more than I've seen in this place." She pointedly looked at Tim.
My supervisor and friend blazed red at the demasculinization. I began to say something but stopped myself. It was Tim's fight, not mine. A smirk spread across her face as she said, "Do you have something to say, Mr. Anderson? Perhaps you want to tell me there is another man in this office."
Tim shook his head urgently and I said through gritted teeth, "No, Ma'am."
"Hmm, maybe I was mistaken. Maybe you're not the man I almost thought you were." Like my friend, my face burned red at her words. "Mr. Anderson, what did Mr. Wilson tell you about why we needed you to come in today?"
"Nothing, just that something happened over the weekend and I needed to come in immediately. He didn't have much information."
"That's because I didn't give him any, but he's right, something did happen, something that directly involves you, it seems." She stared at me for a long moment then said, "Mr. Wilson, I'm taking Mr. Anderson. Consider him on special assignment until further notice."
"What will he be doing?"
