Commission: Switching Succubi (Part 3)

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Summary: Kamika the succubus performs a terrible ritual, switching her body with that of Leila the lamia. The soft-spoken Leila grapples with her new legs and curvy proportions and must find a way to set things right.

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Switching Succubi

Part 3

Leila ended up taking an extended dirt nap in that dirty little alley. Double Double's foul trick had conked her right out, and it was some time until Leila awoke.

"Ugnh... agh..."

But eventually, she did. She grunted and moaned, stirring in her sleep. She felt like she was coming down with a particularly nasty fever. Her hands idly reached for the sleeves of her heavy coat, dirtied and scuffed in the alleyway.

Her breath was heavy and hot. She rolled back and forth, groaning in increasingly irritation. The thick winter clothes were trapping her body heat too well. She felt like she was gonna suffocate in these stuffy clothes. Her thin demon tail wriggled out and lashed against the cobblestone walkways.

With a bit more wriggling, she discarded the winter parka, allowing her demonic wings to stretch free, catching the winter air. She fussed with her thick winter pants that she borrowed from Celes, kicking them off until she was left with nothing but a short skirt that lay underneath. And a button-up blouse that covered her top...

"Aaaah..." Leila exhaled, hanging her head back. Her wings flapped lazily as if to fan herself. The rest of her body seemed to cool off just fine...

...No. She grimaced. The heat collected to her chest. She winced, her hands hovering over her chest, her D-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her hands hovered over the blouse's buttons, trembling anxiously as she was brushed with a moment of lucidity. Her eyes rose to the entryway to the alley; distant as it was, would a passerby spot her?

Her chest pulsed emphatically with heat and, with a dissatisfied grunt, Leila undid the buttons. With every breath, her chest tingled and rose emphatically.

As she parted her blouse to expose her chest to the elements; she protected her modesty with a well-fitted white bra. She sighed, feeling a sense of release as the fat of her breasts met the cold air.

"Oh goddess... eh? W-what is...?"

As she lowered her eyes to her breasts once more, she saw the soft skin of her breasts ripple and, in subtle pulses, expand right in front of her eyes. Her breasts, already a generous girth, ballooned to size F's; the fat of the breasts spilled over the sides of the bra, as if eager to reveal themselves to the world. Her sensitive nipples pressed tightly against her bra, inviting a moan of pleasure from Leila.

She grit her teeth, trying to pack her surging breasts back into the cups of her bra. She could feel the straps grow taut, straining to contain her blossoming buxom. "Awawa, no no no no no...!"

The heat ebbed away, and Leila was finally able to catch her breath. Left gasping, she ogled her embiggened beasts with incredulity; they seemed itching to be released, yet they were held back by her tight bra—like a dam holding back a lake.

"N-no way..." She cradled them gently; they seemed too big against her skinny frame. And they were so soft and tender...

Kchnk! Leila raised her hands as an iron door to her right swung open. Her eyes widened in surprise; her breasts wobbled and bounced jubilantly.

"Lady? You okay out here?"  "AGH!" Leila yelped, scrambling towards a far brick wall. A stubble-faced man in an apron poked his head out from the door, a pair of thick eyebrows furrowing in her general direction. She was mortified about being found stripping down to her bare essentials! She fussed with her blouse, her tail writhing frantically along the ground.

"I-it's not what it looks like! I swear!" She exclaimed, tugging the blouse against her chest. The man stared for a spell.

"Y... yer gon' catch a cold dressin' like that in this kinda weather." He frowned.

"I'm fine! A-actually, I'm not fine, I'm, I'm, awawawa...!"

SSSSSSSS!

Leila choked, feeling that familiar, yet alien sensation of her pores opening up, and that musky pink smog billowing forth. An errant breeze whipped up the smog, blowing it right in the man's face.

"What the- ...oh... ohhh, really pretty thing, ain'tcha...?"

"O-oh goddess not again," Leila croaked. She tried to back away, using the wall behind her to prop herself up, desperately trying to find footing with her shaky legs. She hugged her chest, trying to protect her modesty. She had to run.   She made for the road, but, quite predictably, she didn't find her footing. She tumbled forward!

"AAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAH!!" She braced for impact, covering her eyes.

She gasped.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ...ah?"

She felt she was falling for quite some time. She parted her fingers to peek. There was the ground, for sure. But she wasn't plummeting towards it.

Fwipfwipfwipfwipfwip.

"Huh? What's that...?"  She turned her head and gasped. Her demonic wings were flapping! They were giving her lift! She was off the ground...

"I-I can fly!?" Leila sputtered. "That... that's amazing! Ha ha, ahaha- ack!"

In her giddy laughing fit, she lost her concentration and actually faceplanted onto the ground; at least her emphasized breasts cushioned the impact.

"Gah... o-okay, just do what comes naturally, and..."

She pushed herself off the ground, her wings stretching, flexing, flapping once more. Her body began to lift on its own. And with it, Leila's fluttery laugh returned.

"A-amazing! I don't need to walk when I can fly!" Leila flapped her wings with more gusto, giving herself even more lift. "I can go anywhere with ease! I can-"

"Your eyes are stunnin', missy..." The man in the apron, still enraptured by Leila's pheromones, approached her slowly, a hand outreached. Leila grimaced, fluttering a little higher.   "I-I gotta make a quick get away! Okay okay, here... we... GOOO!"

With three emphatic flaps, Leila launched herself skywards, disappearing over the rooftops. The man watched her disappear.

"Ma'am, don't... leave me..." He slumped to his knees like a puppet whose strings had been cut. He sat there, eyes flashing those hypnotic pink hues, alone and in silence...

...For about a minute, when a familiar, underdressed succubus descended on him.

"SORRYSORRYSORRY, I FORGOT, I FORGOT!" Leila swooped in, picking up the water bottle that Celes had dropped earlier. She aimed it at the man's face—fzzt fzzt!—and sprayed him quickly.   "Gah! Grh, whoda, whazzit...!" He blubbed, rubbing his face.

"O-okay, that's better." Leila nodded, before taking to the skies once more.

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"Gah! C'mon you stupid... there!"

CONK! It took some elbow grease to pry the lid of the barrel off, but Celes managed the feat just fine. A formless purple ooze spilled out from the barrel, spilling out onto the floor. Rapidly, the ooze piled onto itself, rising towards the ceiling; the pillar of slime its curves smoothed out into human proportions as if sculpted by an artisan of clay.

In moments, the pillar of purple ooze reformed into Celes' familiar figure. She felt herself on all her sides, feeling her hips, her hair, her legs...

"...Goddess, where did I end up? And... and why am I naked?" She muttered to herself. She glanced back into the barrel, finding her coat, her boots, and her clothes were all sticking to the sides of the barrel.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "That's one mystery solved." She reached for her things.

"Celes, darling... already undressing yourself for me? I knew you only had eyes for me!~"

Celes gasped quietly, a familiar voice calling her name. She grit her teeth and clenched her fist. She turned her head, making sure to cover her chest.

"Don't flatter yourself, Kamika. I know you sent your goon to kidnap me." Celes uttered. "And they weren't gentle either; I was tossed all inside that stupid barrel like a washing machine, and all my clothes got tossed off."

"Ohhh, I know you all too well, Celes. I know you like it rough, ihihi~" Kamika cackled.

"What is your game, Kamika! I'm in a relationship with Leila, and I'm not going to let you drive a wedge between... us...?"

Celes turned around obstinately, but her strength left her voice; she looked on, befuddled and disturbed at Kamika's warped appearance: that purple snake tail, those serpentine irises, a forked tongue slipping between Kamika's elongated canines.   "Weeeeell?" How do you like the new me, Celes?" Kamika ran her hand through her hair, modelling her body off. "Alluring? Powerful? Having second thoughts?"

"...I knew it. You did something, and took Leila's body!" Celes pointed a finger at Kamika. "I don't know you're planning to do with it, but you're going to give it back! Right now!"

"Ohhhh dear dear dear, my little Pettigrew... I'm afraid you're not in much position to negotiate~"

Kamika sneered. She lashed her tail forward, wrapping Celes in her powerful coils. She tightened them, looming over Celes with a possessive look in her eyes.

"I've grown fond of Leila's body, and I'll be damned if I give it back!" Kamika bared her fangs. Celes scowled, unmoving in Kamika's tight embrace.

"I don't think you thought this plan all the way through, Kamika." Celes' eyes narrowed. From a crack in Kamika's coils, a tendril of purple ooze crept out, bubbling and writing. It formed an enormous fist and made a haymaker swing for Kamika!

...But Kamika was ready, raising her hand to grip Celes' wrist.

"Awwww, I thought church would've taught you a thing or two about unwarranted pride!~" Kamika snickered. "Noooo, I have different plans for you. And for this body!"

"...What are you insinuating, you... o-oh. Oh goddess, you-"

Celes was rattled in that moment. She shut her eyes tight, not daring to peek. But Kamika reached forward with both hands, grabbing Celes' head, her fingernails sinking into Celes' oozy skin. She forced Celes' eyes open.

"Look into my eyes, and fall under my spell..."

Kamika's eyes flashed familiar, dazzling, bewitching colours, patterns that captured the imagination, that consumed the mind.

"Ah... aaah..." Celes' will to fight, to resist ebbed away in mere moments; the battle was lost as soon as she had opened her eyes—now they mirrored Kamika's, flashing those same patterns.

"You have eyes only for me." Kamika commanded.

"I only have eyes for you..." Celes repeated, her voice hollow.

"I am your mistress."

"You are my mistress..."

"No, no, we can do better. I... I'm your entire world!~"

"You are my entire world, my Mistress..."

Kamika chuckled to herself, delighted in the feeling of how Celes' body went formless within her coils, oozing from the cracks. She really had been reduced to mush. She reared up, clutching Celes' head by her plump cheeks; Celes' neck elongated in Kamika's grasp, stretching like taffy.

"From this point forward... you are nothing, nothing but my personal fucktoy!~" Kamika cackled.

"I am your personal fucktoy..." Celes uttered in that dead monotone. "Do with me as you please..."

Kamika couldn't contain her elation; she swung her head back, baring her fangs.  "Hahaha! GYA HA HA HA HA!~"

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"Hehe! Kamika sure sounds pleased with herself today!~"

Megan perked her head up, turning towards the homestead of her neighbour with a quizzical look. Kamika had been super loud all day, and all the fun she was having wasn't lost on Megan. Especially when Megan was busying herself with Solstice decorations out in front of her own house.

Megan hummed to herself, setting up a light-up display of a wire-snowman. Strangely, Kamika's audibly high spirits was infectious; Megan couldn't help but smile to herself.

"Ah... the holiday spirit really brings out the best in everyone, huh? I better get this decor done, or the whoooole holiday season's gonna pass me by!" Megan redoubled her efforts. She staked the snowman into the ground, hurrying to grab a step-ladder from her garage.

"Just gotta string all these lights up along the gutters and across the landing and up through the trees and oh my gosh those trees are tall how am I even gonna reach?" Megan leaned back, oggling the trees. "They didn't grow thaaaat much over the year, right?"

Megan leaned from side to side. She glanced to her hand, and then to the tree branches. She extended her hand skyward, straining to reach as high as she can!

"Nrgh! Grrrghr!" Megan grunted, hopping up and down. After a few more attempts, Megan groaned in defeat, her arm flopping back down.

"Ahhh, Celes makes it look so easy... maybe if I had wings." Megan folded her arms. With a final sigh, she lowered her hands to her her waist...

"Welp! I'm only me! And I'm the best person at being me!" Megan pulled up her big girl pants, bouncing up to extend her hands skywards.

"Ganbatte!~ ...eh?" Megan saw something funny fluttering through the sky. She squinted. "That's a funny looking bird... ooh, rare bird? Rare bird!"

Megan exclaimed gleefully, rummaging for a small pair of binoculars and a bird guide, flipping through the pages in one hand and peering upwards with the other. She hummed to herself, trying to make it out.

"Well, it's got a weird plumage... kinda leathery? It's got a strange call..."

Megan could pick up a distant "aaaaaaaaaaaa", like faint screaming. Megan studied the specimen more.

"And... a blouse? Ohh, I like the hair! It's as big as a person, wow... and it's getting bigger!"

"aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"...o-oh, it's coming right for me." Megan paused. "...I-it's coming right for me!" She exclaimed, lowering the binoculars with a frightful look.

"INCOMINGGGGGGG!"

Leila shouted, trying to spread her wings wider as the ground rushed up to her! She braced for impact...

Fwoosh! Leila's momentum slowed quickly to a halt; she hovered in place, her wings flapping as she curled into a ball, covering her eyes.

"...eh?" Leila wondered, peeking through her fingers. "O-oh, I... I stuck the landing. Hehe." Her bare feet touched down upon Megan's lawn.

"Leila??" Megan gasped. "Is that really you? Woooow, when did you learn to fly like that?? That's amazing!"

"U-um..." Leila's tail twitched behind her anxiously. "I-I'm getting a feel for it. I-it's rather exhilarating, I have to admit but-"

"Ooh, but it's kinda chilly out, isn't it? You're barely dressed! Do you want some hot chocolate?" Megan tilted her head. "I can get a fire going!"

"Ah? N-no, I... I'm fine, I..."

Leila paused to consider her condition. It was a particularly chilly day outside, approaching freezing temperatures. But Leila felt completely fine, like she was lounging at home. She wasn't shivering... her skin wasn't even flushed red. She looked herself over with a complicated expression.

...She didn't have time for this. She needed to get to the bottom of this.

"N-nevermind. Megan? I need to ask you something. A-a couple of things, actually..."

"Sure! Ah, Celes left a message on my machine asking about Kamika, sorry I didn't call back! I was over at Kamika's place and, well... it's challenging work to keep that place orderly, but we manage!"

Megan puffed her chest out proudly; she was met with a quizzical look from Leila. Celes warned her about Megan's innocent naivety, but she still managed to surprise her.

"...R-right, Kamika. You're neighbours with her, right?" Leila folded her arms. "Has she been up to anything strange at her place?"

"Mm... I think she's making homemade fireworks." Megan rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

"...Homemade... fireworks." Leila squinted.

"Mmhm! She's been having these funny coloured clouds wafting up from her chimney." She gestured next door. "I checked in on her cuz, y'know, that's illegal and all, but she said she had a license, so I trust her!~"

Yup. Trusting to a fault. Leila's mouth flattened; she could see why she got along with Celes so well.

"Riiiiiight. Is... is she home right now?" Leila tilted her head.

"Yup! Playing with her new snake tail. And one of her roommates was bringing a biiiiig barrel of... well, I'unno, wine or something. She must be getting ready to host a party for the holidays!" Megan clapped her hands with a big smile. "I hope she invites me over this year, I would really like to get to know her better!"

"I... I don't know about that, she... wait. A barrel!"

Leila gasped, covering her mouth. She recalled in an instant how Celes was stuffed into a barrel, whisked away from Leila during an ambush! She could be in trouble, she could be...

"I gotta go, I gotta go right now!" Leila's wings began to flap once more and, kicking her legs, she fluttered down the sidewalk and towards Kamika's front door.

"Ah! O-okay, I'm gonna keep decorating and- oh she's already gone." Megan's hand hovered in the air, bidding Leila goodbye.

Kamika's front yard was a reflection of its owner; the lawn was unkempt, there was garbage nestled within the blades of grade, and the porch was falling apart. It had seen better days; Leila grimaced at the sight of it.

"It must be worse on the inside..." Leila muttered incredulously. "Nn... I-I gotta find a way in!"

"OI! LADY! YER LOITERIN' ON OUR PROPERTY!?" A gruff voice called out. "DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP!"

A pair of stout gargoyles were stationed just outside the front door, sneering in her general direction.

"Uh, Trouble, she's flyin', so she ain't takin' any steps." Toil corrected him.

"Eh? Well, er, uhhh... WELL STAY OUTTA OUR AIRSPACE TOO! THIS IS A RESTRICTED FLYING ZONE, YEAH!?" Trouble shouted again.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude but..." Leila reflexively took on an apologetic tone... but then she remembered herself, and her eyebrows furrowed, hands clenching into fists. "A-actually, I do mean to intrude! What'd you do to me!? What is Kamika going to do with Celes!?"

"Listen, lady, I dunno if you got the memo, but Kamika ain't want nothin' to do with you no more." Toil's eyebrow perked up. "Ain't that why Double D tossed you out with the trash?"

"Yeah, seriously, take the hint." Trouble scoffed. "Just forget about purple lover girl; Kamika's got her wrapped around her little finger now, hehe..."

"Yeah, literally, gyeeheehee!" Toil added with a mean-spirited chortle. Leila's jaw dropped, staggering back.

"...N-no, there... there's no way she would..." Leila knew Celes better than anyone. There was no way she would go along with anything Kamika asked of her. Never willingly...

...That's right. Kamika stole her body. She stole her powers. And now she intended to steal Celes as well. Leila knew she couldn't tolerate this for a second longer; she had to fight this.

"You awful little creatures are going to let me in. Or there are going to be consequences." Leila uttered.

"...is that s'posed to be a threat?" Trouble tilted his head.

"Let. Me. In." Leila uttered.

"Listen, lady, there's one'a you, and two of us. And you're skinny as a twig; we could probably have a nice game of javelin throw with your body, Stygian rules." Toil smirked.

"It'd be better if you forgot about your crush and find someone new. S'better for everyone, eh?"

"And you should maaaaaaaaybe think about moving out of town, too. Kamika's gonna be makin' some changes when she's in charge."

"This is your last warning.:" Leila grit her teeth. "I'm serious. I'm not going to ask again. Step aside."

"Geez, lady, are you deaf or just dumb? The answer's no!" Trouble spat.

"You think if you keep asking the same question we're just gonna up and change our minds?" Toil chuckled with a shrug.

...Leila blinked. An idea occurred to her; a devilish smile crossed her lips.

"...and what makes you think you won't change your minds?" Leila tilted her head with a polite smile. The two gargoyles glanced to each other, worry in their eyes. They turned back.

"...what're you gettin' at, lady?" Trouble's mouth flattened.

"Y-yeah, cut it out with that creepy smile! Or I'll hack it off, I will!" Toil shook his fist at her.

Leila chuckled, her tail wagging back and forth. "Ohhh... I think you'll change your tunes~"

Leila focused inwards, feeling for those new muscles she had developed. She breathed, unlatching a feeling inside of her.

A familiar hissing sound filled the air. The gargoyles staggered back, gasping in unison. Leila drifted forwards, extending her arms forward to the gargoyles.

"Let's try this one more time, shall we?~"

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