Purple flames erupted from a patch of dirt, sizzling the air around it. The off-color blaze rose high towards the sky, tendrils that looked like molten lava wrapping around each other and forming a large, circular shape. Rounded and tall, the frame of a portal was molded into existence, smoke and fire defining its edges, bleeding into each other, flowing like water around the now-empty space they encircled. A shimmer appeared at its center, a deep black that, for a brief second, lit up with the color of the night sky, sparkling stars and bright planets shining on its surface, the swirling image of blue and pink galaxies hovering in the distance. Beautiful and terrifying, it wasn't a sight meant for the consumption of mere mortals, a single bewildered stare that lasted even a
second
too long enough to drive someone into madness.
This door to another world opened amidst a crowd of people, most of whom didn't spare it but a quick, curious glance before returning to their daily lives. The blazing mirror into a distant realm stood still, flickering and flaring as coils made from pure magic wafted out of it, glittering as they burst and popped through the warm air. A stray dog, its fur matted and patchy, sniffed around it for a moment, fleeing with a loud whimper as a
crack
of fluctuating energy kicked up a cloud of dust in front of it. Its center flashed, the mind-melting darkness twisted into the brightest white, a blink of hellish landscape filling it, raging storms and crooked, impossibly-designed buildings littering the smoldering scenery.
Then it was gone.
A tall figure slowly materialized in its place, stepping out gracefully onto the muddy, singed spot the supernatural gateway previously occupied. The foot that appeared first and touched down upon the dusty ground was a heeled one, black, the lifted part raised several inches, giving it a curved, pointed look - a second one followed quickly. Opened at the top, a single golden clasp pressed into a section of shadowed flesh, a pair of see-through stockings covering the elegant limbs; the complexion of the wearer's skin under the stockings the same shade as a deep pool of blood, smooth and blemish free. Long legs followed, toned and silky, hints of muscle definition creeping out in the form of creases that traced around the bulging calves, cut off at the top by the hem of a skirt that her limb-warmers disappeared into.
Similarly black, the pencil skirt that adorned the
woman's
torso clung tightly to the upper portion of her legs, gripping her equally-as-powerful thighs and meaty hips; these hips flared out dramatically once the article of clothing reached them, the dark fabric squishing and folding into them, showing off the child-bearing size of her figure. The skirt was stretched just as much if not
more so
in the back, the inhuman individual's ass like two firm
pumpkins
that threatened to tear the garment, cheeks bouncing up and down independently with each step she took into the clean, open air, hardly settling down even when she came to a stop.
Oddly, there were several
other
bulges that appeared in her skirt as well.
In the front and between her thighs was the same distension that the tops of her legs created. A quick glance might suggest to someone staring at her that it was a kind of deformity - a third appendage that had its growth stunted. But that wasn't it. Long and tubular, the imprint of the mysterious appendage started at her groin and stopped above her knees, a mushroom-shaped outline creasing the fabric clutching to the end of it, only
just
concealed by the bottom of the skirt. Additionally,
below
her fat, shaking ass was a second pair of rounded protuberances, smaller but still huge, that jiggled and wobbled with the same kind of uncontrollability as the mounds above them did. To the people that knew her there was no question as to the identity of these extra, mysterious parts.
As soon as her hips ended her waist sank in like she was wearing a corset, a nearly
ninety-degree
angle formed at their meeting point, a veritable
shelf
of grabbable love-handles sticking out below her ribs. A suit and matching jacket enveloped her flat stomach, the buttons done up tightly against her midsection and squeezing her torso tightly; then, just like where her hips met her waist, her figure ballooned outward.
Enormous
was the only justifiable way to describe the woman's breasts, the mountainous mammaries even rounder and wider than her ass was - her ass that you could see from the
front
it was so big. In the same manner, anyone standing behind her would get a mouth-watering view of the sides of her tits, her sideboob massive enough to need their own bra bigger than any market stall would normally carry.
When her top met her colossal chest and spread as wide as it could go, nearly looking like a
second
, different jacket was sewn into it, the buttons stopped connecting; they really
couldn't
, any attempt in trying to contain her back-breaking bust ending in torn fabric and ripped seams. This presented her onlookers - of which there were always many - with a mile-long stretch of crimson cleavage, the depths of breast flesh enough to swallow heads and suffocate faces. The beginning of a black, lacey, frilly bra poked out from the edges of her wobbling mounds, the tops of her darker-red areola slipping out in a display of further obscenity. Each one jiggled despite the undergarment attempting to keep them in place, rippling back and forth like waves in the ocean.
Attached to the insanely voluptuous, lurid hourglass body was a face that was just as beautiful and attention-grabbing. Angular with a sharp chin that sat atop a thin neck and pointed cheek bones that framed a long, narrow nose, it was a visage worthy of worship. The woman's lips were full and painted black, a certified pair of cock-cushions as soft and fluffy as the clouds in the sky. Her eyes were curved and thin, her irises a regal purple specked with glittering gold flakes, the red lids above them half-closed in the sunlight. Sticking out at the start of her hairline - the long strands that reached halfway down her back black streaked with red - were a pair of horns as dark as a starless night, curling as they started to extend to the back of her skull.
She was a demoness, a Succubus, who had come to this mortal realm in order t-
"Good morning Ms. Nix!" A nearby stall-owner called out towards her, looking up to see her face while waving a hand and smiling, "Lovely day we're having!"
"Morning Mr. Winters," Nix, the woman who had stepped out of the now-fading portal, called back over, lifting one of her suit-clad arms to wave back, her bicep bulging as she used this moment to stretch, "It certainly is!"
"Headed off to work today?"
That's
what she was here to do: work and run a business.
"Sure am!" She forced a smile, baring a row of white, sharp teeth and lifting her suitcase, work the
