Succubus Summoning (Micro-Fiction)

I wrote a series of these shorts on stream as commissions. I'll be posting them over the next week or so, on days when there's not an already scheduled story being shared. 

This was written as a commission for a user named Red. 

“By m-my power, release me!” I stammered, holding my hands out and channeling power. 

It didn’t do any good. The succubus had me trapped. 

I’d known her true name, “Melissa”, and she’d still managed to outmaneuver me. In fact, the succubus had me trapped inside my own summoning circle. 

Strutting around the circle, she swaggered her hips, silvery suit doing little to hide her curves or her ample breasts. Had her skin not been bright red, she could have been a model. “You really think I’d just let you walk away, after you tried to bind me?” Her voice was soft, sultry, enough to make my thoughts go fuzzy.

She’s a seducer. Don’t let her into your- 

“Don’t you think you need to be punished for your behavior?” 

I spoke before my brain could register the thoughts. “Yes.” Wait, no-

“Lie down.” 

No, don’t obey her, you’ve got to fight-

I laid down, pulling my hair aside so it didn’t get in my face. 

Melissa reached over the lines of the circle that kept me trapped, flipping up my black leather skirt, revealing my panties. Chuckling, she cut the fabric away with her sharp nails, whispering, “You don’t need these, little mortal.” 

The circle was down. I could get up, run, escape the succubus before she could hurt me. All I had to do was stand up. So why am I not doing that? 

Her finger traced up between my legs and I shuddered, her touch more pleasing than any man I’d ever met. It lasted only for a second, though, and the frustration when she pulled away was enough to make me moan in displeasure. 

“Raise your bottom,” she said, her tone more… motherly? 

I raised my bottom, unable to disobey. 

Something rustled as she used her powers of conjuration, and I felt soft, plush material slide beneath me. I frowned, looking up, but I could barely see anything except Melissa’s wry smile. 

“You mortals, you’re like children,” she taunted, tracing her fingers along my thighs. Even that light touch was enough to make me gasp with sensation. “Children, trying to play with fire.” 

Reaching down, she folded the soft padding up between my legs, pressing it down on top of my sex, using her other hand to gently apply the tapes and ensure they were stuck down. 

A… a diaper. By the feel of its aura, an enchanted diaper. 

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” I whimpered. 

“I’m going to treat you like a child.” The succubus leaned forward, hand pressed against the front of the diaper - my diaper - and forced me to make eye contact with her. “Little baby, I want you to push.” 

My thoughts screamed out in protest, but my body had other ideas, and I felt my bowels squeeze suddenly with an instinctive desire to obey. Mush filled the seat of my diaper, squelching and stinky, like warm mud, or a hot- 

I forced the thoughts away, but my face had flushed with pleasure and my body again disobeyed my rational mind’s wishes, wriggling my hips as I continued to swell the size of my mess. 

The succubus had complete control of me, and the complaints at the back of my mind grew quieter and quieter as my body continued to squeeze, putting more matter in the seat of my diaper than I could possibly have had inside me, making it swell like a balloon with the foul-smelling muck. 

And it felt good. Shame and sensation rolling through me, I pressed a hand to the front of the padding, resting it over the top of the succubus’s own fingers, rolling my hips up and grinding myself into the mess as my diaper persistently kept swelling, larger, heavier, more sensationally pleasing to the touch until-

“Aaah!” I moaned, back arching as I reached my release, squirting into the diaper more forcefully than I’d ever climaxed before as the final bits of mush squished out the back of me. 

I collapsed back down, sweat dripping from my face, looking up to see that the succubus was gone. The diaper taped around my waist was heavy enough that standing would be hard, maybe even impossible. I could get cleaned up, I could leave, I could… go for one more round before any of that. 

And hey, it wasn’t like I had places to be. 

Maybe getting changed could wait a while.