Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself.  Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

Rules for the subs: (some are new for this story)

As always, a constant theme in my stories are the rules…  and these are the rules for the un-owned subs that want a little control taken from them.  These are optional, at least until you follow rule #1..

Rule #1  You belong to me until your next orgasm. Go ahead, say it, “Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you until I thank you for my next orgasm.”  Prove it to yourself by speaking those words.

Rule #2  I mark my subs.  I prefer lipstick on your lips, thick and unblotted so you feel me every time you press your lips together.   Seriously, if you have been reading my stuff, you should know this rule.. So if you don’t have any, get some!  Today, get your cute little ass down to the store and buy some, or at least order some off the internet!  

 

But if unavailable, get a black marker and write my name on your cock, or just over your pussy.

Rule #3  I over use ellipses…  ...really... ...I do…  But I enjoy this.  So whenever you see one, give your cock or clit a gentle slap, nothing painful, but one that will bring you a burst of arousal.  And when you think you are right there…  say out loud where you want Danielle to stick her cock in you...
 

Rule #4 Read this story in panties and a bra,  If you don’t have them, you may be naked while you read this story.

Rule #5  You may not cum without Mistress’ permission.  This goes back to rule #1…  But you will have to ask Mistress for permission.  I may give you a task that you will have to perform first, I may just let you cum.  If you have any toys be sure to let Mistress know, she may have you use them… Let mistress know if you have lipstick as well.
 

Enjoy.

 

Mistress Dyvia Presents:
The Chick with the Demonic Dick

I wrote, ‘Danielle Cockburn’ on the last line of the check and handed it across to the woman at the counter.  She stamped the form and handed it back to me thanking me for the business…  I smiled, of course paying my town taxes literally on the last day I could pay the first quarter bill, but only because I just found my checkbook, in my nightstand.  Seriously, I would not have a checkbook, if not for the town taxes.  Now, I just have to remember that I am putting it back into the nightstand so I will remember it next year.

As I stepped out of the town hall, I pulled my jacket tighter.  I was only wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt, sweater and jacket. It was cold, and my jacket totally was not doing it for me.

I was about to get into my car and I heard a sound.  Animals.  Dogs… Now I love animals, but there was something I absolutely did not like about those sounds.  I thought about calling 911, but decided to walk around the side of the building. 

There were four dogs attacking a little black cat.  “Shoo!”  I immediately called out, and they didn’t react at all.  I reached into my purse and pulled out my pepper spray, but I didn’t want to hurt the dogs, I put it back in and pulled out a bottle of water, maybe that would do it. I started splashing at the dogs and to my relief, and maybe a little surprise, they did scatter…  What did they do in the rain?  I took off my coat, and wrapped the little black ball of fur in my jacket, and now I really did feel the cold, I ran back to my car, and placed it on the passenger side seat, turned on my car, cranked up the heat, and put he car into drive, though I was holding the break before leaving for the local animal hospital which was a 25 minute drive away.

 

I opened my phone, and told it to find the number for the animal hospital…  they needed to know what happened so they were not blind-sided by such an emergency.  I saw the loading icon… “c’mon, poor thing needs help.”  As soon as I would press dial, I could take my foot off the brake and explain while I drove… “Damn phone.”

“It's okay, gimme a minute or two, I’ll be fine.” a voice came from beside me.

I shrieked at the male voice coming from the black lump of fur.

It started moving, “Chill lady, your voice is like nails on a chalkboard, by the way thanks for the rescue,  Just saying, it’s totally gross to be eaten by those things, be digested  and have to pull yourself together again later.”

I was pressed up against the car door trying to figure out how to get the fuck out out of my car. “What the fuck?” is about all I got out of my mouth.

The cat stretched and stopped being a lump of fur.  And as it stretched, it became all too clear, it was not a cat, it was more like a mini person…  a furry mini person…  “Hey.” he said again as he turned to a sitting position.  “Thanks again, mind stopping the freak out so I can enjoy the heat of your car?”

I started breathing a little more slowly, “what are you?”

He turned to look up, “Demon.  And you’re a human.”

“Uhhh yeah, there are a lot of us, why did you want to bother me?”

He looked at me with a touch of cynicism, “Lady, you rescued me, you were not even on my radar.”  he paused, “but since you did rescue me from those dogs, I owe you a favor, or a wish or whatever…”

Finally starting to think rationally, “I am not giving, selling, trading or whatever my life or soul.”

“Darnit!”  he said as he put his head on his lap, “I totally suck at this.  It’s why I’m so small, I gotta trade deals to move up my positions and power… and you know, size.”

“Well, if I’m not taking you to the animal hospital, anywhere I can drop you off?” I asked sheepishly hoping this wouldn’t end too badly.

“Nah… I need to find a way to get you to make a wish and trade something…  How about cash?  So you know, a little quid pro quo?”

“What?”  I asked in disbelief… “Cash?”

He let out a sigh, “Yeah I know, but it’s something of value.”

I was skeptical, “How much?”

He seemed to ponder it, “I don’t have a bag and I can’t go home until I have sealed five deals…  So what’s the biggest single dollar bill that you have?”

Was I really considering this?  I shrugged and opened my purse, found my wallet, opened it and said, “I have a hundred dollar bill.” 

He laughed, “Sold!”

Now I was about to slow things down, “Not so fast.”

“What?  C’mon this is a really great deal.  Wish for whatever you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Three wishes for one hundred dollars.” I stated.

“Seriously, it’s only one hundred dollars, I’m not going to give you three wishes.” his voice was very firm.

“I’m negotiating for two really, but I’m making it three so I can wish for something minor to see if things go smoothly before making my real two wishes.”

He pondered that.  “Fine I’ll agree to that.”  He offered his little hand to shake.

 

“Do I have to make all my wishes at once?”

His hand still extended, “Nope.”  he paused and thought, “I’ll check in on you at noon time every Sunday and if you want to make the wish go for it.”

“Okay…” I finally reached down and gave him my pinky finger to seal the deal.  I pulled the hundred dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it to him, and he apparently had some elite origami skills as it quickly became a gauntlet on his wrist… 

 

“Minor wish first, any ideas? Or do you want to wait until Sunday at noon?”

I paused to think about it putting my wallet back into my purse and as I did so, I saw a couple tampons and smirked as an idea came to me.  “I wish that the next time I had PMS, I would have no cramping.”

His eyebrow raised up, “that’s not minor… asking for a candy bar would be minor…”

I smiled, “So I already found something you can’t do!”  I said with a little laugh…

“No.. no…”  He seemed to mull it over in his mind, “I think I can, it’s just that some spells that do things like that require a little give and take…  You know what, screw it, I’ll figure it out, and we’ll talk the first Sunday after you have PMS and see if you’re ready for your next wish!”

“Alright, see you in a couple weeks!”  I said to him, and watched as he bowed in a very cordial way, and imploded on himself, and was gone.  It was almost as if he had never been there… 

 

Less than three seconds after I vanished my phone chimed, “Which animal hospital would you like to call?”  and I looked down to see the first choice was the one I was hoping to take the little demon to… 

 

I’m sure it was no big surprise that I had assumed everything that happened was a daydream of some sort, no way would that really work, right? In fact, by the first day of my period, I had completely written it off.  I was sitting behind my desk at work when I felt that familiar feeling, I let out a sigh, grabbed my purse and went to the ladies room.  I sat in a stall, I had gone to work with a panty liner in my panties just because I knew today would be the first day, and I did not want an accident.  I was mildly surprised that my pad was still clean, did I forget to take a pill?  No I felt the tell tale sign.  I should start bleeding any minute… And then I felt it…  My muscles squeezed tightly, I couldn’t control it, It was like I was trying to push something inside of me outward.  I never felt anything like that, my only comparison would be what some mothers had told me about this desperate need to push when giving birth.  There was no pain, just a need to push, and…

*clop*

 

The weirdest sound, like when a person puts there finger in their mouth and moves it out at an angle to make a high-pitched pop…  and suddenly I was staring between my legs at a mother-fucking penis.

 

Well needless to say after I screamed, calmed myself, cried, calmed myself, I made my way to the boss and said I had to leave early…

I made it home…  I’m lucky I do not have a boyfriend right now, how would that go over?  ‘Hey hun, instead of earning your red wings tonight, how about I fuck you instead?’  Yeah.. no.  And seriously, How do I hide this?  Baggy clothes, hope no one notices? No yoga pants, no tights, no dress pants, no jeans, no tight dresses or tight skirts, fuck…!   And why the fuck is it getting hard?  I’m not even horny?

 

Well twenty minutes later, and my new cock proved me wrong, I was horny as fuck!  I tried to ignore it, but then I decided I would get nothing done until I satisfied the urge,, How did this even work?  Just stroke it like guys did in porn movies?  Well I was going to find out, but I was going to do it in style.

So first thing first.  I got naked, and started drawing water into the tub.  Not going to lie, I spent more than a few minutes helicoptering that thing.  I made myself dizzy as I was apparently swirling my actual head around and around as well…  Headbangers be proud!

I drew a bath, a little oil, some bubble baths and a bathbomb, and suddenly I was looking at my own little piece of heaven in this craziness.  I opened up a book on my cellphone and skipped to one of my favorite sex scenes…  I pressed play on the audio narration and let myself sink into the water.  I enjoyed the warmth, and started easing myself as I imagined the scene playing out from the audiobook. One hand playing with my breasts, the other teasing my thigh…  and as the story moved to the penis in the story, I let myself stroke this thing… That did feel kinda nice…  “mmm.”  I played with the head a bit, it wasn’t all that different than playing with my clit, just apply a little pressure, tease it, tap it…  then when I hit a certain threshold of ecstacy, I slide a finger in…  except this time I just rubbed my palm gently along the shaft…  Holy shit this thing was big…  stroke gently, and lightly take a grip of it…  I think that was the equivalent of two fingers…  and started moving up and down…  mmm  yeah.. Just like that…  I squeezed harder, pretty sure that was the g-spot equivalent, not that I really knew.. .But just tighten those muscles and pump away, my eyes closed visualizing the smut that echoed from my audiobook… until…

Until. 

 

I held my breath, and felt a tug and my muscles needed me to hold them tense, and I did, and jerked it off at a feverous pitch, and then the build up…  

 

Squirt

I fucking nailed myself in the face.  WTF?  And then another spurt… and another.. It wasn’t stopping, and no guy I ever knew shot this much…  it wouldn’t stop, Oh god I was panicking, I had no idea what to do….  For five long minutes it just kept shooting, seriously, this was defying physics, I didn’t think there was this much fluid in my body, let alone in those two balls.

My entire tub was filled with jizz…  eww… Was it safe to open the drain?  When I was in college I remember there was a ton of notices in the men’s bathrooms not to do that cuz it clogged the showers. FML…

I grabbed a towel and did my best to wash it off my body, went to the other stall on the first floor to shower it off,  pulled on a pair of old jeans that i wore for yard work…  I zipped myself in them.. “Oh shit that hurts!”

**dumb bitch!**

I’m such a dumb bitch…  wait no I’m not… Why would I even think that…  Having a penis is new to me.

Once the pain was gone, I went to plan B and put on some old sweats so I could start cleaning up the upstairs bathroom…  I found a bucket in the basement, and started taking bucket by bucket to the backyard and threw it into the composting area.  Hope my cum isn’t bad for the worms…

I got a call from some friends who wanted to go out for drinks.  I declined, absolutely nothing I had made me feel sexy.  A giant fucking lump in the front of my crotch, no thank you.  Instead, I had a couple glasses of wine and went to bad super early…

**Wake up Danielle!**

 

My eyes snapped open.  “What the fuck was that?”  a strange voice in my head… I shook my head and got out of bed.  I certainly wasn’t tipsy anymore, so it had been a couple hours.  I looked at the clock, it was eleven.

**Night’s still early**
 

Hmm.. the night is still early…  Where did that thought come from?  I was perfectly happy going back to bed and getting like eight more hours sleep.

**Go to the club**

But, maybe I could go to the club and meet Tammy and Kara…  Yeah, I could do that.  I ended up picking out a nice tight top, but wore more of a pleated skirt that probably would have lent itself better to a sports event, but it was loose enough where it hid my cock.  ‘My cock…’  that’s so messed up....

 

I sent a text that I would be there soon.  They were excited. I walked in, and there were hugs to go around, I leaned in so they wouldn’t notice anything sticking out…

**horny**

Fuck, I was sitting at a table when I realized I was getting hard.  Fuck, not now, I was stuck at the table… my eyes looked around.  What the fuck I was supposed to do here?

I sipped at my drink hoping it would go down.  No such luck.  I tried people watching.  Wow, that guy was crashing and burning with every woman he talked to.  My eyes darted to another guy, oh yeah, he was getting lucky tonight.  Bitch in the red dress was getting lucky too, she’d barely have to try.

**I want to fuck her**

Yeah, I could fuck her.  Feel what it was like to get my dick wet.  Yum!  I closed my eyes and focused and my dick shrunk down, now it listened when it had a plan…  I stood up, not sure what the hell I was going to do.  

She made eye contact, “Hi, I’m Dani.”

She looked at me cynically, “I’m straight.” She sniffed, her eyes started to roll for a minute, “Well.. mostly…” she started looking me up and down, “You smell nice.”  I suddenly was aware that the smell coming from my crotch was more potent than the perfume I had chosen.  That’s sooo embarrassing…  Except that she somehow couldn’t stop pawing at me.  And then I started at her as well.

We kissed, it was long, breathy, and full of a lot of tongue, “Ladies room, now.”  I hissed and she grabbed her purse and we walked hand in hand, found a stall and started making out.  I leaned back against the wall, and lifted my skirt, her eyes didn’t even register surprise.  Her lips just found their way to my cock and started sucking.  I should have been freaked out, but this is what I wanted, what I intended the moment I woke up…  Not sure what it was, but I wanted her to suck every last drop from my raging tower.  And then I felt the cum again, I didn’t even think about whether or not she could take the gallons I had ejaculated earlier, I just wanted to claim her mouth with my seed.   And I did.  And even more to my surprise she took every drop…  And when it was all done, 

 

Her sapphire eyes had revealed a glint of red, and a sultry smile formed on her face, “Mistress, with your permission, I would love to fuck more people and sew chaos this night.”

**Yes**

I found myself unconcerned with her declaration and nodded my head, “Sure why not? Have fun!  Thanks for the lip service!”  Oh, I didn’t just say that.  Yeah… I did… 
 

Then next morning…  I woke up, I was in my bed, I was still in my clubbing clothes, and I was surprisingly alone.  Geez, I think I got like five more women to suck me off last night, and when I was done they all had this red glint in their eyes, left me to have sex with others.  I left the club and it was a total orgy, yikes…

I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. 

**horny**

God damn, it was starting to get hard again, but mm.. It felt so good as I stroked it… 

**hornier thinking about the girls from last night**

I let out a soft moan, I closed my eyes stroking the penis, and pictured those women with the red glint in their eyes, turning into sluts after sucking my cock… so fucking hot… I was going to cum just thinking about this… and…  mmm yeah… My eyes snapped open, too late… filled the shower and clogged the drain again…  “Fuckkk!”

Determined not to cum in the shower a third time, I cleaned it up and went about my day.  I was at the grocery store when the next urge hit me.  I was trying to reach for a cake mix on the top shelf when a clerk offered to help me, I thanked ‘Sam’ looking at his name tag.  He asked me if I needed anything else…

**I want to fuck him.**

And it just hit me out of nowhere, my cock was starting to get hard, I wanted to fuck this guy.  He sniffed the air, and suddenly he was looking at me quite lewdly.  Not five minutes later we were in the backroom, up a ladder in an area where they had pallets and pallets of paper towels, and I was driving my cock into his ass while he was bent over a stack of paper towels.  Then I started to cum, and cum…  Like the gallons I was pumping into my bathtub earlier, but not a drop spilled out of him…  but his body was changing before my eyes…  His tight little waist became more wasp-like, a woman’s waist, so did his ass,  as it went from this cute tight little thing that I typically liked to play with, to something more of a bubble butt that most men liked to play with, his hair grew out, his moans became more feminine…  And when we were done he stood up as a she, her breasts are what I would have expected out of a petite woman, cute over all… She started putting her clothes back on thanking me…  but one thing certainly caught my eye, her name tag had changed to, ‘Samantha.’

As we went down the ladder, one of her co-workers saw us… Ooops, that was her manager, “Samantha, quit taking our customers upstairs, I appreciate your focus on customer Service, but this is not what the program is about.  She giggled, and whispered, “Trust me, I’ll suck him off tonight, and he won’t bitch about it later.”  I finished my shopping and went home.
 

The weekend came and I found myself entirely too sociable.  I knew that my behavior was off. I kept going out and having sex with random strangers, and found my cum had different effects deepening on how it was used.  If I came in their mouths, they had this red glint in their eyes, and they seemed to both want to obey me, and embrace deviant forms of sex.  If I came in their ass, they were feminized, if they were men, they became women, if they were women, they became hotter, if they were women that had been men, same as if they were women... yes, I had sex with Samantha again…  Cumming in their vagina, made them look pregnant as fuck, their breasts swelled with milk, and anyone who drank that milk seemed to become mindless thralls…

The more I did this, the more I was angry at myself for indulging.  Well, not really having sex, but making people altered like this.  It was magic, and no one seemed to be aware anything was off.  I tried masturbating when I got horny, but that only seemed to make me hornier, even when I did cum, guess this wasn’t a guy’s penis…  cuz I didn’t need twenty minutes to recover… On the bright side, it made for really great fertilizer as everything near my compost pile was super green and lush.  Small things.  I saved a bottle of my cum, at some point, I wanted to look at it under a microscope.  Science geek in me.

But every time I even thought about that, I got an urge to go out and find someone.  Why was I like that.  I hated it.  I felt guilty…  and things were tough.

I heard the twelve o’clock dong from the old clock on the mantelpiece on Sunday, and a familiar voice came with it.  “I trust you’ve felt no menstrual cramps?”

The cat-sized demon smiled from his position atop the clock.

A million things went through my head, anger frustration, wondering if I could use a wish to go back to normal.  “I did not ask for a penis.”
 

“I know, so much better, right?  No cramps, no bleeding, no tampons or pads, none of the ick, and a penis that just wants to go all night…  and most of the day.  And in another day or two, or however long your period lasts, you’ll be back to normal.”

A relief washed over her, it would be gone in a few days.  “Well thank you for that.”

He smiled, “Hey, I was determined to impress that first time!”

I shrugged, “I see.”

He jumped off the clock, and landed on the table, “Any thoughts about your next wish?”

Thoughts tumbled around my head about how anything I could wish for would be turned around…  World peace?  Everyone is dead, no one to fight, or zombie apocalypse where everyone alive was helping each other out.  Live forever?  Great for the first million years, then stuck in the middle of the sun as it expands and swallows the earth and I can’t die, but its hot so it always burns, until the sun is absorbed by a black hole, then crushed for trillions of years unable to move until the blackhole evaporates through radiation to nothing… Yeah.. no…  “Not at the moment, but thanks…”  The demon bowed and promised to see me the next Sunday at noon, I had no intention of making any wishes.

So the next day I woke up and the demonic dick was gone.  No residual horniness, everything was great!  I went to work and everything was fine…  though I heard some stories over the weekend how some sex parties got out of control and there seemed to be a lot of residual anger between couples.  Apparently there had been a lot of cheating.  Part of me wondered if I was responsible for that…  Turns out I was, though I wouldn’t find that out until I got home that night.

I had eaten my supper, and was getting ready to stretch out on the couch and read a book, when I remembered something.  I had bottled some of the cum I was making, and I wanted to check it out under a microscope.  Now, I had a microscope since my father bought me one when I was about eight, but stopped using it when the light broke… My cellphone’s light was even better than that thing’s light, so it was usable again.

I set up the microscope on the kitchen table, and grabbed the canning jar full of cum… I unscrewed the top, and my eyes went wide as I realized my mistake.  The scent was intoxicating.  I needed that stuff in me.  I brought it to my lips, this wasn’t the quantity that I had pumped into the other girls, but there was a decent amount.  I drank about half of it… and felt a malevolence inside me, a new darkness, and an urge to cause chaos… and pain…  I giggled as the thought of ruining someone’s life was making me horny…  With the bottle still in my hand, I walked to the bathroom, I saw the red glint to my eye, and realized I wasn’t looking nearly slutty enough…

 

I looked down at the bottle and wondered if I wanted to swallow the rest or…  yes…  ‘or.’ I was in the kitchen looking for a turkey baster, I have no idea why, normally I would never use a kitchen utensil on myself sexually, but, right now it seemed so right… I used it to force the rest of the cum in my ass…  I felt my waist go small, my butt became so much more bubbly, than athletic, my breasts were a bit more firm, and my lips blew up…  I looked back in the mirror, “Perfect now I look like a slutty slut…  And I didn’t care how redundant ‘slutty slut’ was...

A little makeup, a very short dress and heels later I found myself in the local convenience store/pharmacy…  I somehow knew I would find what I was looking for here.  And then I saw it.  Or rather him…  A man who looked exhausted, clearly used to be very much in shape, now had a bit of  a beer belly, a couple packages of diapers over his shoulders and most importantly, a wedding band.

It didn’t take much flirting to get him back to the back where there was a room for women who were breastfeeding.  It was small and cramped, but I took his phone, he didn’t protest much as I used his phone to record myself sucking off his cock, making sure I was recording his wedding band holding the back of my head until he came all over my face…  I giggled and told him how sexy that was.  I looked at his phone, and pressed the red square button to stop the recording.  And then I just decided to share the video on all of his social media while he was cleaning himself off.  I went to the ladies room, and washed my face off, I was hornier than ever, but mostly because I knew I just fucked his marriage…  It was too funny.  But I frowned a bit, the red gleam in my eye was starting to fade, and I doubted I had enough time to fuck up anybody else’s life before I was back to normal…  Oh well at least I got one, An I would certainly try to get another...

I stepped out, all freshened up.  I left the store and saw the man, he was on his phone, he looked highly stressed.  He saw me and glared at me, like he wanted to do or say something to me, but dared not break off his phone call.  I wiggled my fingers at him as though he gave me the best sex of the night…  which he did…

I was halfway to the sub shop, I mean, I thought I could go for some more meat in the form of eight inches of amazingness… when it hit me… My conscience… “Oh no…”  I felt the shame and guilt of fucking up that guys life.  Whatever that cum did it was some pretty fucked up shit… like liquid evil, or maybe liquid hell?  I wasn’t sure.

I still had the slutty body when I got home, but I went to bed and cried myself to sleep.

The next day I woke up, my body was back to normal, I forced myself to go to work and not think about what happened.  But my best friend Kristy noticed I was off.  I told her I didn’t want to talk about it, but she persisted and I promised to tell her about it later.  She came over that night and I unloaded.  She actually took it a lot better than I thought she would, being that she thought I was having a nervous breakdown, or thought it was all metaphorical.  Regardless, we drank some wine and I told her every detail.

I felt a lot better, and she spent the next few weekends with me so I wouldn’t be by myself thinking about all the bullshit.

It was a saturday night around nine o’clock we were in the middle of a movie, and I felt it.  “Shit.. I think I’m PMSing..”  I told her and got up and went to the bathroom hearing her sympathies… I was sitting down, I started peeing, and then

*clop*

No…  I reached down between my legs and yup…  the cock was back.  I shrieked and then started yelling “no.. no.. nononononnonononnnoono..”

Kristy heard me, “Hey are you okay?”

“The penis came back!” I exclaimed in despair.

“I thought you said it was only the one time?”  She opened the door, “Look I think…”  her word trailed off as she stared at it… “Holy shit it's real…”  I felt it start to harden… and then Kristy continued, “it smells really good…”  her eyes almost seemed glazed.  She stepped closer and started to get on her knees.

I shook my head, “no. Kristy no, remember what happened when I drank it?”

“Yeah, but it smells so good, Let me just lick it for a minute?”

**let her suck it.**

“Yeah. I guess it would be…”  I shook my head, “No.  I won’t let what happened to me; happen to you.”

**She needs to suck it!**

I felt something influence me..  “Yeah, okay…  suck it, come on…” I started stroking it to entice her, not that she needed the encouragement.  And felt her lips around it…  It didn’t take long and I was pumping gallons into her, not that it showed, she looked normal, a bit dripping out of her nose…  a red glint to her eye.  She started doing her makeup.. Using my makeup…  “hey, that's personal space.”

“Too bad.” she giggled, “and with her red slutty lips, she wiggled her fingers at me, “Gonna go have some fun, I’ll talk to you later!  Muah!”

She left and my mouth hung open… “Not again…”  I drank heavily when she left and passed out drunk, luckily I was so drunk that I couldn’t get it up if I wanted...

The next morning I was making my breakfast in the late morning.  I was hungover… bad…  The only real thought in my head was how drunk I could keep myself whenever I got the cock to prevent myself from cumming…  I heard my door open, Kristy came in, her hair was covered in  dry cum, and she had a satisfied smile on her face.  “Morning…”  she said with a bit of cheer.

“Good morning.  Do you know what time it is?”

She giggled, “A little late in the morning for making breakfast.”  she said as she grabbed some of my bacon without even asking.  Very unlike her.  I looked in her eyes and still saw that red glint.  “What do you want?”

She shrugged, “My own breakfast…  more of that yummy cock juice.  I love the way I feel, and how fun it is causing such calamity!”  she giggled again.  “I want to make sure I stay like this for as long as I can…”

“I don’t think so…” I focused on unsexy thoughts. I didn’t want my cock to make that decision for me.  “Please leave.”

“Why not? talk to me.”

“I am afraid of this thing.  If I get horny I make poor decisions!  I don’t want to ruin lives. I just want to be normal again… 

“Look, you got this cock, it's hot, it's fun.  It looks like you get it for like a few days every month…  Just enjoy it, be one with the cock!”  she giggled, “Stop stressing…” The gong of my clock went off, she looked at it, “just mentally embrace your cock and let it be one with you…”

I rolled my eyes, “Easier said than done.  I wish I could, but really-”

“Done!” a voice from behind me spoke.

I turned and looked at the voice… the demon, “Oh no.. that was NOT one of my…”  my voice trailed off as I felt a cloud in my head.  A malevolence similar to the one from before seemed to spill into my consciousness.  This one was different.  It had nothing to do with spreading discord…  it was about corruption.  It liked making good people do bad things, changing who they were fundamentally…  It was me and I was it.  I didn’t care about spreading discord, I was all about corruption.  I loved making good people do bad things, changing who they were fundamentally.

I turned back and saw Kristy and saw a new amusement in my eyes.  My best friend, so wise and innocent, the two contradicted each other so well… but I knew she had probably done things that would crush her soul when she went back to normal…  but why let her return to normal so soon, when I could keep her in her corrupted form for so long…  My best friend who knew me so well she probably knew if she said those things to me, knew I would say ‘I wish.’ even if I didn’t mean it.

“Kristy…  Get over here, get on your knees and open wide…”  I said with a truly amused smile, I’d probably take her ass next and give her a truly slutty body...  I was not just the chick with a demonic dick… I was the bitch with a demon cock…

The End.


Alright, I Could use some feedback here.  I felt the story felt too rushed, yet it seemed a bit on the long side.  The story is over 5800 words without disclaimers, rules, and comments…  I feel like the content to this little bit could easily have been 20,000 words… Did it flow well?  If I choose to expand upon this story, this content will likely be the first 4 or five chapters.  But how does it stand as a story?  Write to me… It would be appreciated.

Oh, and black furry cat-sized demon… totally inspired by Disenchantment...

That being said… This is one of four stories that I might turn into my next serial as Mistaken Identity has been since September  (it will be concluded in June)  April and May will see the release of two new stories that I’m hoping you will choose for the next serial.  RBF is one, this is two… Depra/ived will be three and Revenge of the Bimbofied Mistress will be four.

Kisses!

Mistress D