Commission: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 3)

Summary: A soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman gets roped into a new job as a succubus.

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Part 3

Megan was conked out for about an hour after her bizarre episode, snoring quietly as she buried her head into a pillow. It was rather flat, decidedly pathetic looking; it was leaking feathers.

Megan stirred, groaning to herself as she felt a tightness in her chest. She raised her knees to her chest, curling into a ball. She tried to put the extraneous wriggling sensation of her newly-grown tail out of her mind, chalking it up to a bad dream...

"Ah... ahn..." Her breath became haggard as she gasped breathily. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she rolled around on her backside. She hugged her chest, slipping her hand under her bra to massage them, attempting to ease the hot, tense feeling that occupied them. Her mind was hazy, she had no idea what was coming over her; her transformation earlier felt like such a strange, far-off memory that had nothing to do with her.

"...O-oh-"

Megan squeaked. She was surprised that her breasts seemed to be pushing back against her hands. The bra's straps dug into her skin; she grimaced, arching her back, biting her lip as her nipples tried to tunnel through the fabric. Her eyes bugged out as she glanced at the strange sight of breast flesh slipping past the sides of her cubs, spilling around her bra in increasingly sensual gyrations. They were so tingly, so sensitive, and her tightening bra held her hands firmly to her breasts; Megan blushed to herself, feeling like she was groping herself.

Snap! The bra finally gave out, and her breasts wobbled jubilantly, shaking off her broken bra onto her lap.

"Ah, ahhh..." Megan exhaled with relief, slumping against her bedrest. She absent-minded fondled her chest, drunkenly marveling at their newfound heft. Her neighbour often made fun of her flat chest (despite the fact that their sizes were pretty comparable), but Megan's breasts had grown so much over the last hour.

"Gosh, am I gonna need to go shopping for lingerie...?" Megan muttered to herself, taking a breast in each hand; they were large, almost too large for her smallish hands. And so perky and round. She marvelled at their softness, and their perfect spherical shape, and their size—Megan likened it to comparing cantaloupes at the supermarket.

Her thumb brushed one of her nipples, and her breath shuddered as it stiffened. It was so sensitive, and her nipples pushed further still.

She grimaced, her jaw agape and her breath hot and heavy as her breasts pulsed in unison, swelling before her eyes and taking up more real estate on her chest. How big could they get?? Entranced by the strange sight, and increasingly aroused by her sensitized breasts pressing against each other, she moaned, rocking back and forth on top of the bed.

Her tail wagged at her side, brushing at her leg; it was enough to rouse her out of her aroused trance. She glanced down to her wagging town, lowering her hand to firmly grasp it; it writhed in her grip like an ensnared snake.

"Oh... o-oh god," Megan choked, staring at it. She could feel her hand on the tail, and she could feel the pressure on her tail. She pinched, wincing in pain. It was real, as real as any other part of her body. And that meant...

She scrambled off of the bed to look at herself in the mirror. The most startling discovery were the pair of enormous, curving horns protruding from her forehead. They were mostly white, with a touch of red near their base, and they were terribly sharp and pointy too. Megan raised a trembling hand to feel the tip of one of them.

"Ow!" She hissed, waving her finger, and then sucking on it to stop the flow of blood. She pricked it without thinking.

She was also perturbed by the batwings that sprouted from her backside; they reminded her of bat wings, or... or perhaps the wings of the odd demonfolk she'd encounter on a daily basis. They seemed to flex proudly wherever she turned; she turned around to see if she could see where they sprouted from...

But she ended up bumping into a desk lamp; she understood her mistake immediately as it clattered forebodingly.

"Ah? O-oh no!!"

Thankfully Megan was quick to lean over and catch the lamp before it shattered against the floor. It was an old Skye family heirloom, and she was awful attached to it.

"Whew..." Megan propped the lamp back up, turning back to the mirror with a look of concern. "What happened to me? Did I turn into a... a demon?"

Megan could hardly believe it herself if it weren't for all the sensations she was feeling at the moment. The breeze from her gently fluttering wings, the heat and weight of her inflated, C-cup breasts, and the tail that seemed to push down her panties ever so slightly at its base.

Megan gulped. "Am I a... what did S-Tan call it... a s, succubus??"

BANG BANG BANG!

She gasped sharply, her train of thought cut off by the aggressive pounding at her front door.

"MEGAN! I need you for something! Open up!" Megan recognized that hollering voice. It was her neighbour, Kamika! She never came over on her own accord. The only way Megan ever got her to visit was when she needed someone to sample her baking. What was she doing here now? And right this second?

"U-um, I-I'm a little preoccupied right now!" Megan's voice cracked as she replied, her tail whipping more frantically. She was almost completely naked, she couldn't humour any company right now. "C-can you come back later? In about, uh, fifteen minutes??"

"It's an emergency!" Kamika blurted out. Megan could hear the lock rattling and clicking; it was in that moment that Megan regretted her decision to give Kamika her spare key.

"A-ah, okay, help yourself in, it's okay!!" Megan was known to roll right over for Kamika's sake, but this did put her in a precarious position. Kamika was already scrambling up the stairs to her bedroom. Megan zipped over to her wardrobe to find something, anything to cover herself up with...

But it wasn't long before Kamika was swinging the door to her bedroom open.

"MEGAN! I need your help with a... a... um?"

Kamika trailed off at the unusual sight of Megan. Megan froze up in turn, her demon wings whipping forward to cover up her breasts. Megan's face was a deep red... actually, she felt heated, like her entire body was blushing.

It didn't occur to Megan at the time that Kamika lacked her typical horns, her demon tail, or her wings. She kinda just figured she was in her typical human disguise. Kamika was just in the room, with her, while she was utterly exposed.

Megan made a discontented sound, fidgeting as Kamika looked her over. She closed her eyes, trying to breathe and steady herself. Her body had that strange, familiar tingling sensation that trickled over her entire body. She winced, feeling her pores opening up on their own.

"Kamika, you... you need to-"

Tsssssss! The pink haze welled forth from her body, and Megan relaxed with the sense of release that came with it. The room became foggy with that musky mist, and Kamika's angry, tense body went slack.

"N... no way..." Her eyelids fluttered as her arms hung at her sides. She lowered to her knees before Megan, who simply tried to put some distance between her and Kamika. Megan understood she was doing something wrong, but it was hard to control herself!

Megan looked around the room. She gasped, her eyes landing on the window. She hurried over to slide it up, fanning her hands to vent out some of the mist, before rushing to her bedside table for the glass of water.

"Kamika! Here!" She swooped in to grab the glass and did a little spin to splash the water into Kamika's face; the distant look in her eyes refocused as Kamika blustered, shaking her head and trying to wipe all the water away.

"ACK! Pteh, what the..." Kamika got a second look at what the hell is going on??" Kamika's jaw hung as she stared, her eyes lowering to Megan's embiggened chest; her wings really very little to protect her modesty. "Are you kidding me??"

"Mistress! Your gas mask!"

Another familiar voice hollered from behind Kamika, zipping in front of her with the swiftness of a ninja. Megan staggered back in surprise as a small, black-clad gremlin-like creature affixed itself to the front of Kamika, securing a mask to her head.

"Gack! Double Double, what are you doing!?" Kamika struggled, trying to shake him free.

"My lady, if you are not properly protected, you will be seduced by her pheromones! I told you of the pink fog wafting around her windows, yes?" Double Double clarified, tightening the straps.

"Tch, she wasn't doing anything to me!" Kamika glared at Megan; the meek girl stared back with a pensive look. "She wasn't!"

"You looked... kind of out of it, Kamika." Megan muttered. "This pink stuff, it... it makes people act funny, and-"

"I don't need to hear your life story, okay? Let's just take a second to think about how you can help me." Kamika glowered, her voice slightly muffled by the mask she was wearing. "I need to borrow your phone, and give that bitch S-Tan a piece of my mind!"

"Um... you need to make a phone call?" Megan frowned. "You don't have your own phone at your place?"

"Phone bills are expensive!" Kamika blurted. "Highway robbery! Don't be a cheapskate, lemme bum off yours, we're neighbours, right?"

"W-well, yes, but... S-Tan?" Megan blinked. "Wh... why her? Did she do something to you?" Megan stared a little more intently at Kamika, not really sure what was going on.

"She went and fired me! Can you believe that!? Said I wasn't meeting my Succubi Soul Quota, and just straight up demoted me to normy status! I need the benefits, girl!" Kamika clenched her fists.

"S... soul quota?" Megan blinked. She looked over herself, lowering her head. "Wait, that... that's not your disguise? I-I thought you were getting ready for a date!"

"God, I wish," Kamika rolled her eyes. "I need to get this shit sorted with S-Tan so I can get my wings back! You gonna help me or what??"

Megan was taken aback by Kamika's situation. It struck too close to home. She held a hand to her chest.

"B-but... S-Tan just went and hired me to be a... a new succubus." Megan admitted sheepishly.

"WHAT!?" Kamika blurted.

"This wouldn't be such a shock if you were paying attention to the presentation I prepared for your perusal, my mistress..." Double Double shook his head. "I already told you about the sightings of pink pheromone mists. I even prepared a presentation for-"

"YEAH WELL YOU WERE OVERUSING THE PIE CHARTS!" Kamika spat, before glaring at Kamika. She folded her arms. "Alright. Skye. From the top. What the hell happened?"

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Megan took some time to recall the events that had happened to her. The business card she received from S-Tan, the job offer she got, the incidents at the mall and on the bus, and the particularly nasty business in her bedroom.

Megan had given up on finding something to cloth herself; Kamika was insistent on hearing the details, and Megan didn't want to inconvenience her, even if she was almost entirely naked in her presence.

Besides, her nakedness seemed to come naturally. She was inclined to trust Kamika, really bare it all for her.

"So she gave you a card, didn't explain shit, and suddenly she expects you to start tomorrow?" Kamika cocked her head to the side. She had seated herself at the foot of Megan's bed, content to watch Megan pace back and forth anxiously.

"S-something like that, I-I don't know, I never even signed a contract! Can she just do that?? I don't understand..." Megan clutched her head. "Ohhhh, I don't understand anything..."

"What a crock of shit this turned out to be..." Kamika clenched her fist in front of her. "How in the hell does she have the gall to fire me, and then just go and hire your ass?? Have you ever even been on a date?"

"Um... n-no." Megan admitted anxiously. She began to tense up. "I dunno what S-Tan even wants with me..."

"It would be wise to keep your emotions in check, Miss Skye. Your body reacts to erratic states of mind." Double Double advised coolly, keeping watch at the door.

"Awawawa..." Megan groaned quietly.

"Tch.  I've seen this trick from her before." Kamika's mouth flattened. "It's the ultra-fine print she puts in the margins of the business card. Picked it up from some dinky holiday movie, Hell's lawyers really jived with it."

"O-oh god, it's real??" Megan leaned against her desk with a dead look in her eyes. "T-then I'm stuck like this!?"

"Yeaaaah, that's how she gets ya. Manipulative bitch." Kamika scoffed. "How long does she have her claws in you for?"

"She said it was a six-month internship..." Megan groaned. "I don't even know what I'm doing yet, and that's on top of all of my other jobs, I still need to make a whole bunch of calls, and ugh..."

"Well, look on the bright side. It comes with benefits." Kamika shrugged.

"...benefits?" Megan raised her head.

"Yeah. Health insurance, full dental, entertainment discounts, the whole perk package." Kamika rattled off the items in quick succession.

"It all comes out of salary, but... the salary itself is rather considerable." Double Double clarified.

"...really??" Megan's eyes widened. "Gosh, maybe I need to think about this... I don't get anything like that at my other jobs..."

"Are you kidding? You even know what a succubus even does??" Kamika blurted.

"Well, um, n-no. You're the only succubus I know, a-and I've never seen you get into any... succubus-y things." Megan chuckled nervously. "Just, um, baking, and idol stuff..."

Kamika grimaced. Of course she would keep Megan in the dark about her aspirations in taking over this deadbeat town. She sighed, massaging her temples.

"Tch, okay, let's explain this in terms an idiot like you can understand. You're the one always going to church, you know what an angel does?"

"Oh, yeah!" Megan lit up immediately. "They spread happiness and good will to all mankind through virtuous acts."

"Yeah. Same deal with succubi. Only the acts aren't really 'virtuous'." Kamika folded her arms.

"...wh, what kind of acts are they...?" Megan's bright expression darkened slightly.

"You know. Handjobs, blowjobs, punishment. Letting off some steam." Kamika smirked. "Wrapping a man—or hell, a woman—around your pretty little finger..."

"...wh..." Megan stared blankly at Kamika, covering her chest. "I'm supposed to do what!?"

"What, you didn't think the boobs were just for show, huh?" Kamika shrugged. "...Jeez, when did they get so huge, did you get some work done on that?"

"N-nevermind my chest, I-I've never done that sort of thing before!!" Megan babbled. "Not with, with a complete stranger!!"

"...oh my god, you're not a virgin, are you?" Kamika placed extra emphasis on that word, the disgust clear in her voice.

"I-it's not so weird! I just like... cuddling, and snuggling, that's all!!" Megan prodded her fingertips together.

"...Jesus Chriiiiiiiiiiist what have you gotten yourself into..." Kamika groaned, rubbing her temples again. "You're gonna be a dead girl walking as of tomorrow if you don't impress S-Tan right off the bat."

"W-what? What'll she do? She's always so nice at work..." Megan stirred slightly.

"...Hey, wait, shut up a second, I'm thinking..." Kamika looked Megan over, leaning from side to side. She had a serious look on her face, almost like she was appraising Megan.

"Um...??" Megan tilted her head.

"Well, you're a complete greenhorn..." Kamika extended a hand to grab one of Megan's large horns, jerking it back and forth; Megan's head followed, getting rattled back and forth as she winced. "But you're not so bad a looker. I wonder if something can be made of you."

"M... made of me?" Megan repeated. "I dunno what you're suggesting."

"Alright, I've decided." Kamika placed her hand on her hips with a confident smile. "I'm taking you under my wing."

"Ah! Really? But... but you don't have wings." Megan leaned to the side.

"Oh my g- not literally. I'll teach you about how to be a proper succubus. Just because you got the assets doesn't mean you know how to use any of it. Your posture is all wrong, you keep looking down to the floor, and you just mutter all of the time. You know the importance of body language, right?"

"U-um, no... I just try to be, ah, polite." Megan tried her best to make eye contact with Kamika, but the former succubi's glower kinda scared her, and Megan ended up cowering a little more.

"You're a pretty sorry excuse for a succubus, is what I'm saying. But don't worry, I think we can work out a mutually-benefical arrangement~" Kamika snickered. "If I can shape you up to be a bonafide succubus, then S-Tan will see how well I coached you and beg for me, a real succubus, to come back and really get things back on the road!"

"Oh, really? You wanna help me??" Megan's eyes lit up. "You're so considerate, Kamika!"

"W-what? No! It's nothing like that! You're just my ticket back onto the circuit, okay?" Kamika sputtered indignantly.

"I wonder how eager S-Tan would be in hiring you back." Double Double wondered. "You were never good at meeting quotas..."

"I'm sorry, did I hear something? It sounded like backsass..." Kamika growled, her eyes narrowing in Double Double's direction.

"N-no mistress. Shutting up, mistress." Double Double cleared his throat, standing at attention.

"If this new job is all it's cracked up to be, then... then maybe I should really try to get caught up to speed. See how it suits me. If it doesn't work out, I can always quit..." Megan thought about it. Her tail swished back and forth behind her. She considered her options.

"...o-okay. I'll commit. I'm gonna be the best dang succubus I can be!" Megan pumped her fist.

"Yeah yeah, rah rah, that's the spirit." Kamika applauded noncommittally. "Anyway, there's one thing we gotta turn our attention to right away."

"Eh? What?" Megan blinked.

"We're gonna need to update your wardrobe. You're gonna need to show off your assets, right?" Kamika smirked. "I'll grab some outfits from my closet for you. You should feel honoured, getting to wear things from my personal collection~"

"...my assets...?" Megan looked to her breasts, cupping them in her hands. They were so soft. Enormous and perky too.

...She chuckled to herself, bouncing them up and down to herself. Maybe this whole demon business wouldn't be so bad after all.

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