Genderswapped and Becoming a Succubus

Genderswapped and Becoming a Succubus:

It all started with a strange dream. But that dream recurred each and every night, for a week. I thought it was just random, since dreams can be so weird sometimes and sometimes pop up again. But in this dream, I actually welcomed its return each night. In the dream, I was being seduced by a succubus in different places around town and each dream ended with the two of us having sex. In fact, these dreams were the first I could even remember that I felt as if I was 'actually' having sex in them. But then something happened in the last dream. The succubus asked if I wanted to do this forever, if I wanted this to be real. And obviously, I told her yes. The next morning...I woke up, as a girl.

The most damning thing about my transformation was the fact that I also had a black corded tail, cat-like eyes, and a pair of curled-back black horns over my head. I figured at first that I had to be dreaming. I rushed in front of the mirror and began to frantically touch myself over, even slapping my cheek to see if I could force myself awake, but it was no use. I was absolutely, 100%, awake. As my emotions continued to swirl out of control, I felt a sort of...tingling sensation, in my mind, like a strange growing weight upon it, until I heard a soft and familiar voice. The same that I'd heard in my dream the night before. "Don't be so alarmed. I only gave you what you wanted. It will require a little practice, but you'll be reveling in sexual energy and power in no time. Who knows, maybe one day you'll become as powerful as me and transform someone who has fallen into utter adoration of you. But realize...I have transferred a portion—albeit a small portion, of my power, in order to change you. Do not squander it. Now...explore. But I would first recommend getting your physical features under control. Can't have you letting the humans know that we're real. It would cause so many problems that...we truly don't need." With that, the voice in my mind faded. Left to my own devices, all I could do was focus on what I had become. A succubus.

Luckily for me, I lived alone. I was able to explore my...changes, in depth. It took a few days, but I was also able to focus on my more 'unique' and inhuman features and hide them. It wasn't as if they were 'invisible' or 'reverted back to normal' it was as if...I was phasing those changes out of reality and putting up some sort of mask in their place. When I did this, it was like my tail and horns weren't actually there. During this time, I had also placed some orders online for new clothes. 'Some' of what I had before, was manageable. Mostly T-shirts, and the like. But I needed a new wardrobe. I didn't realize just how badly I wanted new clothing to wear, until the first box arrived from the Online Shop. That first skirt I slipped on was...strangely thrilling, in ways I had never experienced before. I was almost voracious in how I slipped on a pair of black thigh-highs, then panties. A bra took a little getting used to, and I was even a little frustrated for a few minutes with my first couple of attempts, but I managed all the same. I had even started playing different 'how to' videos on my laptop, watching how makeup was done, and a number of other things. I learned quickly and experimented as needed. I may have looked like a girl now, but my mind was still that of a guy's...at least, for the time being; even in that regard, I did feel my mind ebbing more and more toward that of a girl's. At least, to what I imagined a girl's mind might be. Perhaps...it was less a girl's mind, and one more like a succubi's? How was I supposed to know? Regardless, after the end of that first week, I was parading around my apartment in all manner of clothing I'd bought, with different styles of subtle, but accentuating makeup, mostly eye liner. I felt like I was ready. Ready to try my hand at something that was calling to me in my dreams.

There were a number of facets that I was still getting used to, when it came to being a succubi. My mind was always reaching out at night, trying to connect to the dreams of guys and men around me. It would explain why I kept seeing the male neighbors of my apartment complex in my dreams. At first, I recoiled from these 'dreamworld' excursions, but over time, I began to explore. But while the dreamworld was interesting, It was only whetting my appetite for something more tangible. So, one morning I left my apartment in something casual, but still rather cute. Gray thigh-high socks, a mostly unbuttoned red flannel long-sleeved shirt, with a somewhat promiscuous black bra with mesh-like portions. I let the buttons on my shirt come down a little beyond halfway, to show it off, but not reveal my entire chest. I had discovered that I could change my hair color at will, so I decided to go with a bit of an amber-red. I 'was' wearing a pair of black panties and had opted for a black skirt which was just long enough to be tempting. I made my way to my floor's 'common room balcony,' where people normally went out to smoke. I decided to wait out there with a lighter that I'd found around my apartment. I could...sense, when people were nearby. So, when I'd detect the presence of someone passing near the lounge area (and obviously the balcony I was on, just outside) I would lean against the railing and start flicking the lighter, anxiously. It didn't take more than an hour for one of the usual 'smokers' in the apartment to find their way out to that balcony. Obviously someone who was still attached to their cigarettes who hadn't switched to vaping yet. I could sense them approaching, opening the wooden door to the balcony and then walking up near me, a couple feet away. I heard a matching 'flick flick' sound of their lighter and with that, I glanced over to this guy, probably in his late 20s, early 30s. He had a cigarette between his lips and a pack in his hand. I shot him a warm but somewhat-desperate smile and said, "Any chance I could bum a smoke? I was trying to quit, but...I just got in a fight with my..." I then grumbled the next word, "boyfriend," with an ensuing sigh and deep breath, before continuing. "And...I just really need one and the store's not open yet," but even before I had worked to finish my little story, he was already pulling one of his menthol cigarettes out and handing it to me. I took it, thanking him a couple times, before lighting it up and drawing on it. I'd never been a smoker, but I had 'testingly' smoked a cigarette a couple times in my life before. This allowed me to at least take in what amounted to a suitable deep drag of the cigarette before exhaling it slowly with closed eyes. I didn't say anything, because I felt like that might've been 'overselling' the sensation. I didn't know what it was really like to 'be' a smoker, and how good a cigarette would taste after trying to quit smoking. So, I just stood there, with my top mostly unbuttoned, casually on display and enjoying this cigarette from a stranger. I'd never seen him before. Or at least, maybe I had, but never paid much mind. As I focused on this fact, I realized that my perceptions were...different. I could hear...no, I could...well, I guess the best word would be 'sense' his heartbeats. It was like I could see and feel his heart, without actually looking at it. Maybe it was something like a strange radar or echo-location. An extra-sensory sensation that succubi had. It was hard to explain, but I could feel his heartbeat...and it had quickened after he handed me the cigarette and it wasn't going back down to normal. "Thanks again," I said, staring out into our quiet part of the city. The sun hadn't fully risen yet, but it was light out. "No problem," he murmured as he ran a hand up through his somewhat messy brown hair. I glanced over at him, curiously. He was looking at me, and I didn't hide that I gave him a quick look-over, which I attempted to hide by looking away the moment I was finished. I took another drag on the cigarette and ran my tongue over my lips. This guy wasn't...the epitome of sex, or anything. He was...average, I felt. Truth be told, I 'had' been pretty average myself. But now? 'I' was the epitome of sex. At least, that's how I felt, and I was fully aware of this fact. How could I not be, when I was a succubus? It did make me wonder if there was something supernatural about 'me' that might draw a guy in, beyond just appearance alone. If I had the (what I can only describe as magical) ability to conceal parts of my new anatomy, did that also mean I was capable of other feats? Could I charm someone, like how I'd seen vampires do in certain movies? Did my body give off a sweet scent of pheromones that drew people in, like a certain 'villainous' comic character? I...didn't really have the answers to these questions, yet.

I reached down and lightly tugged at my skirt, letting the band come down a little, but not enough to reveal any skin, since my obviously untucked flannel top was still covering over the waistband of my skirt. I just wanted to see if I could draw the guy's gaze, while I then ran my hand down further to pinch the top of one of my thigh-high socks, and inch it smoothly just a tiny bit higher on my thigh, showing off the skin just above my thigh-highs in the process. I then took another drag from the cig and...pondered the guy beside me. There was...the faintest scent in the air. It was strange...but...uniquely pleasant. It was a mix between sweet and savory, if such could be attributed to a scent. My nostrils flared as I slowly drew in a deep breath of air, trying to decipher what it was before slowly releasing the breath. I glanced over to the guy beside me, and noticed that he was looking at me. His demeanor was...comfortable? Lazy? Perhaps just complacent, or tired, given the fact that it was morning. We exchanged a look and I just smiled a little more at him, taking another drag...trying to work down that cigarette somewhat quickly, but not to seem like I was rushing it. At that moment, there with this guy I didn't even know the name of, my mental state had fully shifted to that of a girl—without me truly realizing any shift had happened at all. Or perhaps, I should say more precisely, my mental state shifted to that of a succubus. A succubus that was hungry and hadn't fed yet since becoming a succubi. We hadn't exchanged many words, just my plea for a cigarette, on the pretense that I was upset, or that things were tense with my boyfriend, but that I 'probably' still had one, based on what I'd said. Of course, I had no such partner. With my cigarette little more than a stub at that point, I stepped over to the brick wall of the balcony and put out the butt against it, before tossing it in a nearby small bin that appeared to be for such things—surely to keep the butts from being flicked off into the nearby bushes and grass that waited below.

It was then that I ventured to take my shot and try my hand at really being the succubus I now was. "So, are you going to let me thank you for the cigarette?" I asked, as I hadn't yet gone for the door. My lips curled into a playful smile as I then bit my lower lip, peeking down at his groin, hidden behind a pair of gray and black plaid pajama pants, before looking back up to his face to see his reaction. He'd stopped mid-drag and blew the smoke away before he turned fully to me, his brows lifting. He certainly seemed to be more awake now. "What do you mean?" he asked. I slowly eased over to the side, in front of the brick wall of the balcony. I gestured for him to come closer and without a word, he obeyed. He stepped over in those black slippers, and as he reached me, I eased to the side and pressed a hand to his chest to urge him to have his back against the wall, but not roughly. I was very soft, but insistent with my pressure. Everything seemed to be going...slowly, as if my movements, and his, were almost...dreamlike. I knew this was real, but I couldn't help but wonder if some of my 'power' was coming into play, affecting the area around me, or more specifically, him. It was likely that he wouldn't realize this change, and that I was the only one who could perceive it. With his back at the wall, I knelt down and let my knees rest on his slippered feet. With my lighter tucked in my flannel shirt's pocket, my hands were free to work this guy's pants down. With no zipper, I had to inch them down and reveal his boxers. But, I decided to be a little more mischievous. I wanted him 'more out in the open' if I was going to do this, so I made sure to grip his boxers as well, tugging them down simultaneously with his pants until his already semi-stiff dick was bobbing up in front of my face. I can barely comprehend what was going through my brain when I saw that dick in front of me. By all standards...it was mediocre. It wasn't lengthy, but it wasn't too short either. It wasn't thick, but it wasn't too thin. It was...perhaps a little shorter and thinner than average. Definitely nothing to get excited about. But...I was a succubus, and the mere sight of it, and the smell of his skin sent a shiver up my spine as I leaned in without another thought and ran my tongue over it. I might've noticed how my tongue was easily three inches longer than it had been when I was a guy, if I hadn't been so utterly focused on slipping it over and around his cock, sliding it over the head and down his shaft, before teasing it all the way down to his balls and back up again. I had his pants and boxers down his legs, just an inch or two past where his balls came down. I swiftly took hold of his balls in one hand and gently, oh-so-gently, began to massage them as I took the head of his cock between my lips and gradually worked my tight lips over his cock. My free hand gripped his waist for a little support as I began bobbing my head. While I didn't have 'long' nails, they were still about a quarter of an inch long, which meant that they were digging into his skin, just a little. As I worked my lips on this stranger's dick...simply a nice guy who had let me bum a cigarette, I detected...another scent. It took a moment to even realize what I was sensing. But as I focused on it, and as I heard him sigh above me as I went down on him, I began to form a sort of 'visual' about the origin of this other scent on him. There was a girl...brunette. Roughly his age, a couple inches shorter. Small breasts, thin. I could practically 'see' the two of them having sex. I wasn't sure how these thoughts or images were entering my mind, but as I focused on them, they became clearer. Little flashes of intercourse between this guy and who I could only imagine was his girlfriend. It was like I was able to read his sexual history over the past month, at least. Time was hard to determine, but I sensed at least half a dozen 'bouts' with his girlfriend, in a bed...in their apartment...in this complex. This guy had a girlfriend, who was most-likely still back in their room...and he had so easily fallen for a blowjob from a stranger, at the mere cost of a cigarette. My tongue curled around his dick, savoring him...and loving every inch my tongue delved over. I could taste his pre, which was such a distinct and delightful flavor that only drove me to work my lips over him more and more. By this time, his cock had already fattened up to its full hardness, which...as I said, was mediocre, at best. But that didn't dissuade me from pursuing what I was after. In the back of my succubi mind, I knew what I wanted. I knew what I craved and I had to have it. A minute later...I recognized a change, a buildup in my 'meal.' His cock began to spasm and with renewed vigor, I sought to quicken his release. He didn't last more than a handful of seconds before that dick pulsed and twitched and the first thin rope of cum slipped across my tongue and ran right down my throat. I swallowed with a delighted, but subdued, moan. His cock twitched rhythmically and released more cum, which I didn't hesitate to swallow and feed upon. Sadly for me, there was so little. Perhaps the suddenness of my interest in him hadn't allowed a significant load to manifest. A shame, really. For my first feeding to be so...lacking. But I wasn't finished yet. Even though his orgasm was subsiding, I was still milking out the last few drops of his semen. But, it was then that I realized that succubi must be inherently mischievous creatures by nature because I detected a presence approaching us. I knew full-well that someone was approaching the door just beside us, and yet...I continued to suck on this guy's dick. Our position on the balcony was mostly obscure from prying eyes on the street, but there were other buildings and apartment complexes around, that 'could' see us if someone were to look out their window with any true curiosity. But the idea of another person, another man—yes, I could sense it now, discovering us...discovering me, in this position, thrilled me.

The door clicked as the knob turned. I used that moment to pull my lips off this guy's dick in a subtle gasp, moreso feigning soft-surprise, than shock. I let go of his balls and hip, leaving some slightly reddened (but not bleeding) imprints of my nails, where I'd gripped his hip. I stood quickly and for playful emphasis, wiped my mouth and chin with my sleeve as I said, "Thanks again for the cigarette." I used the opportunity of the now-open balcony door to slip away from the guy, as he frantically pulled his pants back up. The new arrival, a man in his 40s, was holding the door open still, a bit...bewildered, probably because he just saw something he shouldn't have and it was still quite early. Too early to be dealing with such things on a Monday, that's for sure. I apologetically and politely said "sorry, excuse me," to him as I slipped by him to leave the balcony before he made his way onto it. But...as I passed by, I let my fingers rest, and linger for a brief moment on his shoulder, as I pretended to appear off-footed as I made my 'hasty' escape from being discovered in such a compromising position. But of course, this was a situation of my own design. The idea of letting this man discover me, and see me doing something like that with another apparent stranger, was such a delightful notion that...well, somehow, I felt further energized just by that simple experience. I swiftly made my way through the common room, with my thigh-high socks, which allowed my footsteps to be nearly silent. As I was about to turn the corner and head back to my room, I turned my head to look back at the man, with my fingers lightly curled against the corner of the wall, as if to catch myself in my flight from the situation. I met the man's gaze...which was still conveying bewilderment, but...there it was. Curiosity. Perhaps not 'interest.' Definitely not 'arousal.' But curiosity...that, I could work with. I didn't let myself smile, despite wanting to. I just smoothly continued on, only lingering on our held gaze for the briefest of passing moments as I disappeared down the hall, beyond his sight. My heart was racing. I felt almost high from the sensation of having just fed for the first time and then deriving such a sudden enjoyment from that man just now. With nobody to see me, my lips had curled into quite the delighted smile as I returned to my room. To say I was aroused...was an understatement. I was needy. I wanted to fuck. I had never wanted to fuck this bad, even in my earlier years as an extra-hormonal guy. The day was still sooo early. What was I going to do? I felt unprepared to try and go pursue that man I'd just passed by on the balcony. It was difficult to discern, but I also felt as if my...powers needed time to recharge. I didn't really realize I'd been using any sort of power in what I'd just been doing, but...I'd felt something. I didn't want to rush into another situation 'this' quickly, and risk my powers not working. If I created a bad incident, it could set a poor precedent for future encounters. Or worse, if I tried to accost someone that was REALLY not into it...perhaps they'd even try to get authorities involved. No, I had to be careful. As the succubus who turned me had said, I didn't want to reveal to these humans that I was something...else. And poorly-managed powers might reveal that. I stood in the center of my apartment, staring off in a daydreaming-like state. Then, my head turned a little, my gaze lowered. An old 'to-go' cup sat on my TV stand. I stared at it for a moment and pondered the logo of a star on a bag of coffee. Star Coffee...the nearby cafe that I'd been to a couple dozen times in the years. There were a few guys who worked there. In fact, in the earliest parts of the morning, before most people were awake, that's when one guy in particular worked. Black hair, good looking for sure. Some muscle, but not overly so. He had tattoos and no apparent ring on his finger, but that was all I remembered about him. Obviously he wouldn't recognize me as who I was now. But perhaps...that was the perfect 'in' to start flirting with him? I didn't feel confident in being able to fully seduce this barista I was thinking about. At least, not at the exact moment. But that didn't mean I couldn't...get things rolling. So, I put some shoes on, grabbed some money, and decided to start my 'very' early morning, with some coffee.

Over the following two weeks, I made it part of my early-morning routine to go to the local Star Coffee cafe and ensure that I was there at a time when no other customers were in the small coffee joint when I slipped in to get a coffee and flirt with Jacob. I didn't play the 'I have a boyfriend I'm upset with' card with Jacob. Instead, I went with the 'I'm new to town...the city is a bit much, everything is so confusing, I came here for work and I got laid off when the company was bought a week later, etc etc.' It conveyed a solid 'I'm in a new place and all alone,' story, without me expressly saying that to him. I did discover that he was seeing a girl. Not from what he said, but from the lingering 'Scent Memory' as I started to call it. It took a few days to pick up on it, since I wasn't 'up close and personal' with him, like I'd been with that guy on the balcony. But Jacob was definitely 'seeing' some girl. A girl who he'd had sex with...but hadn't had sex with in weeks, at least. A girl he wasn't living with, either. I was having trouble picturing 'the full extent' of things, given the physical distance between us. I imagined that older and more experienced succubi might be able to read people's 'Scent Memory' better than I could. I was definitely still learning. But I had a target in my sights and strangely enough...I was quite focused on him. I had assumed that as a succubus, I would 'play the field' and fuck everyone in sight. But when I considered going out to the balcony to smoke again, to encounter that guy from the other week, I quickly brushed off the notion, as if the idea of 'tasting a meal I'd already had' just didn't interest me. I wanted a new meal. A new experience. A new thrill. And Jacob was in my sights. The man that I'd 'planted a seed of interest' with at my apartment complex, was something that I was letting brew a while longer. He was an easy meal that I kept at my fingertips for a rainy day. I wasn't sure how often I needed to feed on the sexual energy I derived from my exploits with males but after those two weeks of no sexual interactions (other than the daliances of my dreams and invading the dreams of the men in my vicinity,) I was starting to feel that strange sensation of hungry desire; which was solely focused on Jacob. The 'dream walks' I went on at night, were simply keeping my urges at bay. Fucking men in just their dreams only seemed to delay my hunger, not abate it. Luckily, living in an apartment complex; I had plenty of men to dip into the dreams of, so that I wasn't too focused on any one person. But...after two weeks of flirting, I was ready to make my move on Jacob. Just the thought of him was enough to arouse me at home and it was becoming too much to bear.

When I went to the cafe the next day (which would've been just over 2 weeks of daily visits), I was wearing something a bit more provocative and interesting, although most of it was 'hidden' beneath a simple black hoodie which I had part-way unzipped, to show off the top of my rather flirty and playful pink and black bra. My hoodie was long enough to come down part-way down my thighs. If I was wearing short-shorts, or a short skirt, this would've created the illusion (due to the brain's lack of visual information) that I might not have been wearing any bottoms under the hoodie itself. But, I decided to take things a step further and actually not wear any bottoms, other than the matching pair of panties. This was...a bit of a risk, but a playful one and the risk was relatively small. The cafe wasn't too far of a walk and it wasn't as if there were that many people out on those streets that early. And as long as I didn't bend over, nothing was getting too revealed. To finish my outfit, I wore a pair of black thigh-high socks that were on the thinner side as far as actual 'socks' were concerned, and they were a bit clingy. This accentuated that little bit of thigh-space above them and beneath the hoodie. I wore a pair of black and pink checkered fabric shoes that I felt might go with what I had on beneath the hoodie. Once again, my favorite barista was working his usual shift that morning. I'd actually continued my daily routine through the weekend, just to keep up appearances, even though he only worked Monday through Friday. I just didn't linger and flirt with the barista on those days. Cute as the guy was during the weekend, I had to keep focused on my next meal. I went up to the counter, a warm smile on my lips. At just the sight of me entering, Jacob started working on my 'usual.' I gently leaned on the counter, hoping to give him a slightly better vantage down my hoodie. "So, is Star Coffee hiring?" I asked him. He glanced over to me and chuckled. "I don't...think we are? Why, looking for a job? I thought you had one?" he said. Obviously he was referencing my passing remarks I'd made about different aspects of my life in the past two weeks. As far as he knew, I had gotten laid off from my last job that I moved to this city for, but I'd then told him that I was 'in the middle of trying out new work.' But, I'd always been a little cryptic about what that work was. "Well, I don't know," I said with a sigh as I turned my head and looked away, trying to come off as ponderous. "I thought I'd be doing better with my photosets by now on my Subscribe-Blog. I guess it's not going 'poorly' but it's not going as well as I thought, and I think I might have to get something, at least part-time, to cover the difference." I could tell, out of the corner of my eye, that his attention was on me, as he fixed up my usual mocha cappuccino. "Oh, I didn't realize that's what you were doing for work," he said. I nodded, still not looking over to him. "Yeah, I thought it might be fun...and it is," I said as I turned to him with a bite of my lower lip. "It's fun getting to dress sexy and wear interesting things...it's definitely a lot of work, but...I don't know. It's just not pulling the numbers I wanted to, So I started thinking about you," I said, letting the word linger for the briefest moment before I let my brows lift as I took on a somewhat-surprised expression and then said, "I mean, I thought about you...here, at the cafe," I said, trying to 'pretend' to cover my tracks, which...this entire conversation was just a ploy anyway. "I was thinking about working here with you...like, as a barista...at the cafe," I blushed a bit, smiling nervously at him a moment, but also looking away, to try and portray an actual nervous demeanor. "Things just sorta run through my head," I told him. "When I'm doing photosets. Like...I'm thinking of ideas, and things...and then I was thinking about you, like...barista working stuff," I did my best to come off as scatter-brained and at that point, I peeked back at him. He'd finished making my drink and was snapping the lid on, but I knew from the corner of my eye that he'd been listening so intently, that he'd been holding the lid for far longer than he needed to, before fastening it onto the cup. He then spoke up, "Well, what sort of um, ideas came to mind when you were thinking about me," he said, then added the "As a barista," very smoothly at the end, but in a way that conveyed that he was fully aware of what he imagined was my 'slip up' about thinking of him, earlier. At this point, I was holding my lower lip between my teeth as I looked at him. I didn't even glance at the coffee he'd made for me. "It's silly really," I said. "You won't tease me if I tell you, right? Like, it's just a random thought I had. It doesn't mean anything, you know?" I said, as I began to noticeably fidget, with my fingers moving together on the counter. He nodded, "I promise," he confirmed. I then quirked my lips to the side and diverted my gaze to some machine behind him. "Well, I was thinking about photo sets and outfits, and sexy things and I was imagining wearing like...just an apron, like the kind you guys have here," I said, before looking at him and pointing to the green and black Star Coffee apron he had on. "And then I got to thinking about a photoset of like...two baristas, like...pretend if one was me, and one was...you know, a guy," I said, looking at him, then smoothly away, without trying to further 'implicate' him as that guy. "And in this photoset, there would be pictures of me...or you know, my 'character' kneeling, hidden under the counter, kinda...maybe," I then lowered my voice a moment and quickly said, "giving head," before returning to a normal voice and continuing to say, "to the guy-barista. And like, in my mind, I envisioned having another person pretending to be a customer, who is completely unaware that I'm there, so it's like...this sort of public, semi-public sort of lewd activity." I then looked down at the counter and rasped on it with my knuckles. "I'm not sure what it looks like behind the counter though, so I was also envisioning a situation where I might be bent over, or if I'm sitting on something...and like, getting..." I lowered my voice again, "Fucked..." I then took in a deep breath and continued quickly. "But like I said, I don't know how much space is under there...it was just this random totally nonsensical idea I had...and like, I've obviously seen this little doorway you have here," I said, pointing to the doorless door frame just a couple feet behind him, that led into the back where they must keep supplies and things. "I don't know what the back room has, space-wise, either. But I couldn't help but envision like...let's say...me, up against the wall, just to the right of the opening there. Then like, you know, chest to wall or back to wall...whatever. Then this other character, the guy, is just railing me but we've got to be quiet as we finish up because there's totally some customer that just came in and is waiting to be served," I said, before shrugging and leaning up off the counter before waving my hand dismissively. "And all of that sorta led me to the idea of seeing if this place needed a part-time barista." It was then that I allowed a little silence and looked back at Jacob. Sure enough, he took the bait and spoke up. "You want to be a barista, so you can...do that photoset?" he asked. My lips parted, but I kept quiet for a moment as I glanced about before finally saying, "I...well, no...I mean, my 'idea' was a photoshoot about all that stuff, but that was only because I was thinking about my lack of money...and then I was thinking about you...and this cafe, and working here and..." I bit my lip to silence myself. I looked back at him sheepishly with a half smile. "Sorry, I'm sure I just sound...absurd right now. It's been really stressful trying to figure things out."

With my performance mostly at an end, I opened up my senses. There was a chance that this might not work. I had no idea if some males were more susceptible to a succubi's ploys than others. It helped if the guy was interested, too. My powers would've surely recovered by now, due to how long it had been since the guy on the balcony. I was still new to figuring out my powers and how to use them to their fullest extent. As of this encounter, I wasn't doing anything 'magical' other than concealing my succubi-features. I was entirely playing off the potential interest this guy may or may not have in me, sexually. I took in the most subtle of breaths. There was more distance between me and Jacob, than there had been between me and the guy on the balcony. I could sense Jacob's heartbeat from across the room, easily enough. It was always a bit heightened when I was around and I was pretty sure it was beating just a little faster now, than it had on previous encounters. What I really wanted to know was if I was getting any 'other' reactions from him. And as I allowed my senses to extend out to him, I caught what I was after. The faint aroma of arousal. My lips almost quivered when I detected it, but I had just enough restraint to refrain from doing so. I didn't want to give myself away so easily. But with that simple question now proven...I knew I had him in my clutches. This happened in just the briefest span of moments and only a couple quiet seconds after I'd spoken last, he spoke up and said, "No, no, I get it. It's um...yeah, it can be tough trying to find the right kind of work that pays well and stuff. But um...man, I wish we were hiring. I can ask?" he said, with a rather hopeful glint in his tone. "I'll ask the owner when he comes in later, toward the end of my shift. We might have an opening, I dunno," it was now that 'he' seemed to be the one rambling just a tiny bit. "But uh...I um, oh, right, here's your coffee," he said. I was hanging on every word he spoke and was a little disappointed as he veered to mentioning the coffee, but I was already handing him my credit card, which he promptly swiped and handed back. He slid the coffee toward me and dealt with the receipt. I casually, as to not seem in any kind of hurry, wrapped my fingers around the to-go cup and eased it forward, while still watching him. "Well, I'd really appreciate it, if you did," I said. My own heart was racing. I was so close, I could practically taste it. But...I didn't want to take too much risk. The sensation of wanting to dive for what I wanted conflicted with the notion that doing so might ruin its sweet flavor. It was such an odd concept, but the idea of him giving in, was so much more desirable, than me initiating as I had done with the guy on the balcony. He lifted a hand to his head, scratching the shorter sides of his black hair. I could make out the lower portions of his arm tattoos as his gray sleeve drew back a little. Hmm...an anxious reaction? What was he thinking about? I had to know! It tore me up inside that succubi didn't have the ability to read minds. I could enter dreams, and hear a man's thoughts he was having in a dreamworld, but in the real, physical world...his mind was closed to me, other than what his body betrayed. His body was telling me that he was ready. But then the words slipped from his lips. "I really hope you can figure things out though." And there it was...his dismissal. My heart skipped a beat and I gently smiled and said. "Thanks...I have...a lot to think about." I brought a hand up and gently pinch-pulled at my hoodie, as if to straighten it, before turning with my cup of coffee. I was defeated. I stepped and walked casually towards the door. I was so hungry, and it was more evidently felt now than it had been in the past two weeks. Being denied a meal, when I thought I was so close...was excruciating. The mental aspect of me that 'had' been a guy, started to encroach again, ashamed and...embarrassed at myself for lusting after some guy so badly as I was, and all the careful time and attention I'd taken to do it. I hated this feeling. I had no idea what I was going to do. I reached for the door handle to the cafe and gripped it tightly. For a moment, I was worried that I would succumb to my own anger and wondered if I actually had the magical strength to rip the door from its hinges. "Sky," came the single word from behind me, that stopped me immediately in my tracks. My hand tensed, but didn't move. A second passed, before my head turned to look back at Jacob, who had called my name. At least, the name that I'd given myself as a succubus. "Yeah?" I asked, trying to remove my disappointment from my voice as much as possible as I let out that single word. Jacob had moved to the side of the counter and opened up the bar that is normally down, to prevent entry. He stood there, just beside the counter. "You...wanna see the back room? For like...your photoshoot ideas? Would that help?" he asked. I slowly turned, genuine surprise on my face as I held my coffee with both hands, staring across the cafe at him. My lips slowly curled into a warm smile. "Sure," I said. I wanted to say more...I wanted to work my conversational magic on him, but I was too amazed and hopeful by this turn of events, that I didn't want to do anything that would risk derailing it. I kept my footsteps casual but purposeful as I walked over to him. It was hard to keep my excitement at bay. "Is it alright? Like, will anyone come in and get you in trouble?" I then finally ventured to ask, because...well, while I didn't want to risk this situation I now found myself in, my succubi mind also wanted to bask in the idea that what we were doing was 'wrong' for him, and that he could get in trouble, but was doing it anyway. It was so difficult keeping all my emotions in check. "No no," he said quickly, as I walked behind the counter, with him coming in behind me, lowering the bar back into place behind him. "You're the only person who comes in 'this' early, except for the rare 'out of towner' or if there's a convention nearby," he said. "And the boss isn't awake till at least noon. So, he's definitely not coming in." I turned my attention to the counter on my left and gestured to it. "Oh wow, there's...really not a lot of space down there to do much," I said, as if to relay that my thoughts were still on my photoshoot concept. I then neared the doorway and switched my coffee to the other hand and reached out to gently curl my fingers around the frame as I smoothly passed under it and then stepped into the back room. I lingered there for a moment, taking in the room as quickly as I was able. There were mostly shelves and boxes back there. But as I let my gaze slowly scan the room, I stepped to the side...in a curiously empty several-foot space to the right of the doorway. I lingered there as Jacob came in after me. He turned his head and I could tell that he was checking the door to the cafe, as he then slowly wandered to the center of the storage room, which would've removed him from sight, if anyone was, or would enter the cafe. He made a show of glancing around at what was in there. I reached over and set my still-full coffee on a nearby shelf, next to some bags of coffee grounds. I let my hands come together in front of my stomach, as I began to fidget a little. I leaned back to rest against the smooth black-painted wall behind me. My feet were only about half a foot away from the wall as I did this, with my gaze locked on Jacob. My heart quaked my chest. Nothing about this moment was certain. Though I was certain I might go insane if I built up my hopes and then was denied again. Jacob turned and looked at me. His gaze drifted down over me, in just the most fleeting of glances, before returning to my eyes. My lips parted slightly as I watched him and held his gaze. The part of my mind that was still a guy had engrained itself in my own previous disappointment and those thoughts of what I 'used' to be, were still flitting around my head. Jacob stepped closer, without a word. As he neared, I let my lips curl into an approving smile. I knew that Jacob was seeing someone. Someone that he might not have had sex with recently, but someone whose scent still left an impression on him. He was dating...someone, but he had fallen in my trap and with every step he took to close the gap between us, I knew that I had him. I finally had him, after two weeks...and laying such tempting foundations, I was finally going to feast.

He took the initiative. I knew by that point, he would. I had placed myself in such a way to convey that I was open and everything about my body language was an attempt to subtly...or perhaps, not-so-subtly draw him to the conclusion that I wanted this, which...was more true that he could possibly know, despite the misgivings my old personality had over what I had become. Hopefully in time I would be able to squash that element of my persona and my past-self, entirely. Jacob reached up and took my face and in that next moment, our lips were pressed together. My heart swam in my chest, my toes curled and my hands reached for him, to cling and curl against the sides of his shirt, just behind that green apron. I tilted my head, letting my lips ease up against his own without pulling from the wall I was against. Tasting his lips caused me to squirm ever so slightly. I knew now that my reactions to physical contact with males was surely unique to succubi and not entirely related to 'just' being a girl...even if there was surely some overlap. I let the kiss linger...before he pressed in closer, easing his lips against mine and allowing me to reply in kind, before ever-so-slowly letting my tongue's presence be known, but as I sought to tease it against his lips, I found that his own were already parting and his tongue had come to greet mine, meeting it half way. He pressed in closer and our chests touched. My tongue slid around his, curling with it gently, taking my time with this sensual kiss. It was...the first time I'd 'actually' kissed a guy. Since going down on some guy's dick, definitely didn't count as kissing. Jacob had become my first kiss, but as I slid my hands a little farther back, in order to pull him closer, tighter, a brief notion slipped into my thoughts. Would I feast on Jacob's sexual energy and just discard him like I had my neighbor? The idea certainly worried me, since I was so infatuated with Jacob at that moment in time. I had worked so hard...would I only be interested this one time? That sheer uncertainty plagued my thoughts, but those notions were swiftly dashed into the abyss at the back of my mind, as Jacob's hips came to mine and I could feel in his denim pants, a rather lovely-sized bulge. It was difficult to discern its actual size through his jeans, but I couldn't help but feel that it 'was' larger than my neighbor's. This was certainly a fact that thrilled me as the two of us made out in the back room of the cafe. Bit by bit, I let my mind focus on Jacob, and not all the other nuisances that tormented me in my final triumph over getting Jacob alone, like this. I made sure to keep things slow, enjoying the kiss, but not rushing it. While...other activities were at the forefront of my thoughts, I wanted to savor every moment of this meal, with all its delicate flavors. Rushing things might have even disrupted the pace we'd already created. I couldn't think of anything more excruciating than scaring him off by moving too quickly, now that we were this close. To my surprise, his hands were the first to move. They drifted down my neck, then over my shoulders. His thumbs hooked against the opening of my hoodie, letting it ease open to reveal more of my chest and bra, before his hands ran down my sides. He had the experience, or at least the willpower, to avoid going for my tits, for the time being. His hands found my hips and ran back, brushing over my butt through the material of my hoodie. But then, his hands dipped down beneath it and came right into contact with my butt and immediately squeezed both cheeks. His kissing and squeezing faltered for a moment and his head eased back from mind. There was a slight...confusion, to his gaze, as he then peeked down my body. I then realized that my lack of shorts, or a skirt beneath that hoodie, had derailed him. But his hands were still clasping my butt, which was a good sign. "I kinda forgot," I whispered to him, before biting my lower lip. "I was preparing for a shoot and put my hoodie on to leave the apartment so I could come grab a coffee and see you. I guess I was too distracted and didn't notice." He looked into my eyes as I said this, then smirked at me. "I like it," he said. I couldn't help but return his smirk as I reached between us and lowered my hand. It brushed against his stomach and he eased back just a couple inches more to look down as my hand took the hem of my hoodie and lifted it up against my belly, showing off the black and pink lacy panties I had on. "Do you...like these?" I asked playfully. I could feel his attention solely on my hips and those panties. I detected a faint increase in his heart rate in the ensuing moments. "They're...really sexy," he said, as the two of us kept our voices lower, more sensual, but also just more discreet. "You know," I started to say, with mischief in my voice. "I look just as good out of them, I think. But maybe...you could decide that for yourself? I might be a bit biased." I was...truthfully rather proud of myself for thinking of that so quickly in the moment. I had planned sooo much of this encounter that I was so little prepared for what to do to urge things forward at this point. Everything felt so dynamic and exciting. I knew that I was hunting him...but truthfully, he had me wrapped around his little finger, with how intensely I desired this. He required no further urging from me, as he slid his hands around from my butt, to my hips. He pinched at the band of my panties and hooked his thumbs beneath it. Then, he slowly knelt in front of me. As his head came level with my hips, he slid my panties down my thighs. I was tense, as I tried desperately not to tremble as he did so. He was being tantalizingly slow as I peered down at him, still holding my hoodie up for his benefit. He brought my panties down to my shoes and then slid his fingers up my thigh-highs...higher and higher, until he had his palms on the inside of my thighs, gently urging them further apart. My eyebrows lifted. Wait...this...this wasn't part of my plan. He looked up at me as my thighs slowly inched apart, creating more space between them. I met his gaze, and probably looked a bit more surprised than I intended. He smiled up at me and eased in and placed a soft, warm kiss, right against my hairless and now-exposed pussy lips. At no point in my theories of how this situation might go, did I consider this outcome. I assumed...I might end up sucking his dick, or...that we might fuck somewhere. But as his tongue slid out and eased up between my pussy lips, gradually slipping up and down between them, teasing me...tormenting me, my heart fluttered. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back some more. Fuck. This...was...amazing. I clutched my hoodie against my ribs, as I used my other to run my fingers through his hair and gently cling at times as his tongue came up and teased against my clit. I had experimented a little on my own time, with such parts of my body, but without someone watching me and without being around a male, masturbation just felt hollow. But to feel Jacob's tongue sliding between my pussy lips and delving inside me, I was just in utter bliss. The sensation was indescribable. I was deriving 'some' measure of sustenance from the unseen energy released by our interaction in this fashion. As he worked his tongue into a gradual rhythm and brought his hands back to my butt to squeeze it and use that hold to press in closer, I quivered as that tongue delved deeper inside me. He was really quite good at this. I would've never suspected...and hadn't fathomed it in the slightest. I couldn't help my desire more and I worked my toes from my shoes so that I could gradually lift my legs, one at a time, until he was supporting me with his shoulders and hands, with my legs wrapped around his head, feet locked together, pressing against his back, as he ate me out. In the many dreams where I'd set my sights upon the many men in my vicinity, not one of them attempted to do this with me in the dreamscape. They were so busy trying to fuck one of my holes, whether it be my pussy, asshole, or mouth. Not one of them ventured to do this. Before I knew it, the softest little moans were escaping my lips as I gently rubbed my pussy down against his mouth. The visual of 'me' being the barista standing behind the counter, with him kneeling unseen beneath it, eating me out, while I served a customer, entered my mind. Had...my playful story, driven him to 'this' idea? Was he envisioning this, when I was envisioning the opposite? I was so desperate to feed by taking his cum into me, in some fashion, that...this simply hadn't been a possibility, but apparently it was one of the first things that came to Jacob's mind. To give me such intense pleasure that I'd never known before, instead of seeking any for himself, other than the initial kiss. But in the blissful waves that washed over me, and my ensuing little moans, I did my best to keep an ear out for the cafe door's chime, to make sure that nobody was coming in to disturb us. While the idea of being discovered, certainly created delectable thoughts, the idea of getting to cum at the end of Jacob's tongue, was what I wanted more than anything else. My deep breaths and quivering exhales, allowed my senses to determine Jacob's own arousal. I had felt for myself that he was stiff in his pants. And I could smell the sweet delectable scent of his pre leaking into his boxers as he ate me out. I couldn't help but lust after his cock, even though I had yet to lay eyes on it. I bit my lower lip and clutched his hair as I pressed against his mouth, while that tongue slid deep and widened out inside me, before lapping back again...and again. His nose teased against my hidden clit, keeping it stimulated as he handled me so expertly with his tongue. I couldn't help but think about how much he deserved my lips around his cock in exchange. How much I wanted to drain him of every drop of cum...not just once, but again and again, for being so wonderful to me like this. My toes curled as the sensations he was driving into me, along with the pleasures of my own thoughts, pushed me beyond the point that I could bear. A quiver raced up my spine as I clutched him and trembled into a quivering orgasm. He would surely feel me trembling madly against him, but his tongue was ceaseless in its rhythm, keeping up until the very end when my body shuddered to a blissful stop. My orgasm had washed over me, but my muscles were still quivering a little here and there. He kept up his attention a few seconds longer, before he slid his tongue from my pussy. I peered down with somewhat-glassy eyes, but even so, I was still able to make out the glistening sticky substance connecting the end of his tongue to my pussy lips. He then withdrew his tongue to his mouth, then licked his lips. I watched the thread break, simply staring down at him with a racing heart. Despite having taken no cum from him, I felt...full. So strangely full and alive with energy. A tingling sensation stretched over every inch of my body and as I was still recovering from it...the telltale chime from the cafe door sounded in the distance and echoed in my mind. I wasn't sure what to do, but...the two of us were hidden. With his strong hands, Jacob lowered me carefully down to the floor, my knees parted, with him mostly between them, my panties down around my ankles still. He leaned in and kissed me deeply, which I welcomed entirely, holding the back of his head to hold him close, before he pulled away and slid back, keeping to the right side of the room as he quickly brushed himself off, tidied himself up, ran his hands through his hair to straighten it out, and then wiped his lower lip with his apron. He looked down at me, and...I was still just seated there, smiling, biting my lower lip, watching him in complete adoration and...fulfillment. He smiled back at me, winked, and then walked for the door. A subsequent "Sorry about that, I was taking inventory. What can I get for you this morning, sir?" His conversation with the customer seemed so far away and was drowned out in my mind. I felt like my senses were flooded and even temporarily overloaded, with what I'd just experienced. How could anything in the world possibly compare to what I'd just experienced?

This was the point that the vestiges of who I had once been as a guy, truly began to ebb away, not to be seen again. I couldn't help but wonder...could succubi fall in love like this? Could a succubus find a single meal, a partner they adored so much, that they could settle down with that person? While I had no idea if I would hear the words and counsel of the succubus who created me in my mind again—to give me these answers, I was now dedicated to discovering the truth of the matter for myself. At the very least, Jacob seemed fully capable of providing countless meals before I might 'eventually' grow tired of his unique flavors and the sensations he could bring me. But for now, I was hooked and I planned on eating the same meal every day for the foreseeable future. It shouldn't be too difficult to ensure his relationship with this 'mystery' girl I had smelled on him, would come to an end. After all, how could she possibly compare to me, and what I could do for Jacob? My new food source and lover. My new addiction.