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Joel wasn't one of those sad, lonely bundles-of-nerves that was usually into this stuff - and that was why he was quite so good at it, he thought. Typically it was the reclusive, nerdy types that put any serious time into learning the Infernal arts - to compensate for those areas where they were lacking, mostly. To finally get a girlfriend, to provide a shortcut to good looks and charm, to revenge themselves upon those they otherwise would have no chance to get back at... the petty ambitions of petty men. And consequently, they were eaten alive - only sometimes literally, of course - when it came to actually dealing with the demons they'd summon. Joel, meanwhile, had dealt with used-car salesmen who'd had a better chance of getting him to sell his soul than the Imps he'd started by summoning. Now he had a whole range of the little tricksters in jars. Banelings had fought with, and fed on, emotion - but Joel had faced fear before (in fact, he was something of an extreme sports enthusiast, or 'thrill-seeker', as he himself would put it). He'd made a mistake in his research on Dybbuks, or perhaps just assumed too much. Instead of any variety of sentient being, he'd been confronted with a mass of demonic energy. It was more of a tool than what he'd traditionally understood as a 'demon'. But Joel kept his cool, thought on his feet, and managed to harness it properly without detonating either the Dybbuk or himself - and using the power of possession it granted, had discovered both the following month's test questions, and his teacher Mrs Kane's rather exotic taste in underwear. However, the abilities his contracts with such minor demons granted him were more amusements than anything else. He quickly grew bored with them, and had let his best friend Ian in on his recent hobby to try and spice it up a bit. While Ian had provided some interesting applications for said abilities that Joel himself hadn't considered, they both knew Ian didn't have the mettle to join in the practical side of it. They may have been old friends, but Ian had always been more of a sidekick than a partner-in- crime. And so, the boredom quickly returned. Being a teenage boy, his loftier ambitions manifested in one particular form - for despite his popularity at school delivering a string of girlfriends over the years, its inability to deliver a full-fledged harem left him unsatisfied with the status quo. And so, the choice was clear - his next project was to be the summoning of a succubus. The information covering such demons was difficult to parse, however. As always much of it was bound to be hearsay, old wives' tales and plain myth, yet due to the way that the succubus had caught the imagination of so many, this sort of material was always going to vastly outnumber any legitimate sources of information (and often taint those that did exist). The more men desired something, the more they were willing to dream - the more people dreamed of something, the more men were willing to lie about it to cash in on those dreams. Joel doubted he'd ever be able to free himself entirely of false information before the ritual, and so his plan was to have all the major possibilities in mind, and count on his ability to think on his feet once more. The actual ritual took place several months after the Dybbuk's summoning. In those months he'd read his eyes sore in material covering anything remotely succubus-related from all around the world, and could probably now be considered amongst the world's foremost experts on the creature. However, if it was anything like the Dybbuk, the mere act of summoning one would instantly let him know that huge swathes of the material he'd memorised was absolute nonsense, which those were, and how many weeks he'd wasted after all. He'd prepared the necessary equipment in the basement of his empty three- bedroom house. His parents were members of an international film crew, and were off on another shoot, leaving the house empty for months on end, yet again. In his earlier years, Joel had demanded they take him along, and they'd sometimes obliged. However, as he'd grown older, they'd felt it more important that he stay in school - and he'd become bored of the trips anyhow. Besides, it had afforded him time and space to experiment in all sorts of hobbies in their absence (not to mention host some of his grade's best parties), especially this most recent fixation. He finished his coffee in the kitchen, double-bolted the door, and went down to the basement to begin at last. As he'd learned was typical, the various apparatus began to emit signs of resonance as the power gathered - some of it hummed, almost sang; others glowed, pulsating to some undetermined rhythm; others still merely shook, soundlessly, becoming blurry with motion at the corner of Joel's vision. This time, however, the rest of his vision began to blur in concert. His focus began to fix on something not quite there in the room with him, but in what he assumed was some kind of in-between space. It took shape over a dark background, and his heart leapt at what he guessed it might be. And just as soon as he'd made that guess, it came to be. It took the form of a naked, pubescent girl with small fangs overhanging the corners of her lips. After a moment of admiration of her form, still not quite in the same dimension as Joel, he thought back to material that had claimed that the breasts on all succubi were large enough for the nipples alone to engorge a man's member - his mental image hadn't been able to accommodate such a feature, and he was just about to award himself a mental pat-on-the-back for accuracy when the form he saw blurred. A moment later, she now had the breasts he'd been remembering tring to think of. Now thinking back instinctively to the tits she'd had before, her body quickly returned to its original shape. He grinned. This must be why she hasn't materialized yet, he thought to himself! This in-between space acted like the character creation screen of any number of the video games him and Ian had run through over the course of the past few summer vacations. Perhaps given that any man had a number of different tastes in women, and merely combining them all might end up with something worse than any one taken individually, the succubus allowed herself to be consciously formed to fit the man's desires? Certainly a more attractive form would only be more advantageous to her during the inevitable bargaining stage. On that note, he considered for a moment making her entirely unattractive, but (concerned that this form might be permanent) he thought better of it. Besides, he wasn't some sex-starved virgin for whom this was his only chance to get laid. Another advantage he had over those who came before, he thought to himself with only a slight hint of smugness. And so he set to work, forming a perfect slave - and enslaver. For harnessing a demon's lent power meant essentially merging its essence with the real world, and so both Joel and a number of the tomes he'd read took this to mean that having a contracted succubus meant being able to induce sexual control of any other women to whom he could extend his power. A harem didn't feel all that far off any more. He gave her red hair (not unlike his own), shaped into a loose, slightly messy bob cut. Her figure was slim, with large, almost too-perfect breasts and a firm ass. The hips weren't too wide, as his taste dictated, but otherwise she had a model's hourglass figure, full pouty lips and eyes that were a bright-enough hazel so as to be almost burnished gold. All her holes were especially made to be able to take men of considerable girth without any pain, instead experiencing even greater pleasure - he wasn't really into pain as a turn-on, and so this simplified any experimentation he might want to try. Using the same technique of projecting his mental image, he formed her to be constantly horny and extremely sensitive - demanding regular sex and strongly desiring a master to ultimately submit to. So that she wouldn't just run away and satisfy herself, he also put in the caveat that getting herself off would bring her to a small climax but never satisfy her fully, instead only accelerating her arousal until she was finally cummed inside. Giving it some thought (mostly as to whether he'd be able to summon more succubi, and so share this one with Ian, or even donate her if he got bored), he allowed her some leeway in submitting - so she wouldn't just latch onto the first person she fucked. It became more of a process than an on-off switch. She did of course find men incredibly attractive, though she'd be open to messing around with women also, and she was especially enamoured by dicks. Thinking of his own sizeable tool, he amended that to be large dicks in particular. Hoping that the mental model he'd imprinted applied for her state of mind during the bargaining stage too (that would certainly even the odds), he took a moment to think through whether he'd missed anything before finishing up and completing the summon. The room exploded with energy as he felt the demon be forced into reality - and, he felt for a split second before he blacked out, into him. He awoke on the floor of his basement, everything more or less how it was when he'd started - a few candles blown out, a few objects of power knocked over, but otherwise the room was as he'd set it up to be. He could feel a faint aftertaste of demon in the air, but the eerie cross-worlds sensation that accompanied any ritual was gone. The ritual had ended, and the succubus had gone. He hadn't ever encountered a demon that had just knocked him out rather than bargain with him - nor had he even considered the possibility. Wasn't that against some rules or something? He thought back to that disconcerting feeling of penetration just before he'd blacked out, and shivered. There was something emasculating about being penatrated by a girl, even if she was a pretty powerful demon. More than a little irritated that months of patience had amounted to little more than an unpleasant memory for the first time since his initial failed summoning of an Imp, he cleaned the basement and packed the stuff away. He caught the end of a film on TV, hoping to dispell some of the foul mood he was in, but when his irritation remained past the credits, he gave up and decided to pack it in for the night. In bed, he silently stewed over his somewhat humiliating failure. How was he meant to defend against that, anyway? Had he broken some rule in designing her so specifically? Or was he meant to lull her into a false sense of security by giving her a mind that she thought she could outsmart him with, rather than one that was primarily concerned into getting into his pants and becoming his possession? He thought about his creation, how vividly she'd appeared before him, and the way he'd set her up to be the ultimate sex toy, and unsurprisingly he got turned on. Deciding to whack one out before rolling over to sleep, he promptly set his hand to doing something he was decidedly more practiced at that demon-summoning. Yet as he got close to climax, he felt an almost entirely unfamiliar sensation building up inside. It grew quickly, before it began to outpace his own well-trodden path to orgasm and (before his dick got the chance to) exploded - taking much of his flesh outwards as it did so. His chest and backside pushed out, as if bursting to be free from under his skin, while his waist and much of the rest of his body pulled in as if dragged in by the growth elsewhere. His face twisted and pulled in various directions, but quickly settled into a solid shape. Within moments, it was over, and he lay panting on his bed for a rather different reason than usual. He looked down over his body, that just before had been twisting its shape about like a kite in a storm, and his jaw dropped. Over his breasts, he could see that the dick he'd been beating off was now entirely absent, replaced with a slit he was more used to seeing from a somewhat different angle - not to mention the legs below it, smooth and slim like ones you'd see on an advert for women's bodywash. It didn't take him more than a second after the shock to realise that this was the body he'd created. Or that he hadn't been knocked out during the bargaining phase at all - he'd been knocked out at its conclusion, and now he had exactly what he'd bargained for. Just rather than it being lying beside him, he was instead very much inside it. A twinge woke him out of his horrified state. The twinge didn't end momentarily as he'd expected it to, however, and instead intensified into something more like an ache, an itch that begged to be to be scratched. He began to realise what his nether regions were trying to tell him - he was still horny. And remembering the way he'd designed her, he knew exactly what it was wanting. He tentatively reached a finger down there, hoping to gain some satisfaction and hope that the demonic energy would eventually exhaust itself (as so frequently happened with the Imps, mid-caper), and got a powerful shock that fired from his newly moist pussy up through his whole remade body. He hesitated there for a second in surprise, but the horniness had only intensified further as a result of the shock, and so he inserted the finger and began to play with himself as he'd done to girls he'd fingered before. He quickly learned ways in which he'd been doing it wrong all along, and new ways that made him feel better, as he began to insert two, then three, then all his fingers. His thumb he kept out to play with his clit, and his other hand quickly found a breast to fondle, a nipple to squeeze. His panting became high pitched as his voice began to come out involuntarily, and soon his moans were louder than he'd ever had his porn on - the neighbours could only assume he had a girl round, and an increasingly satisfied one at that. However, satisfaction was not to come. He built towards an explosion unlike any other he'd ever known, and as he let out a high-pitched shriek, his whole body rocked with the detonation from his loins. He even sprayed all over his sheets, though again not a fluid he was used to shooting. He panted as the orgasm continued to course through him, but not long after it was finished, his hands resumed their playing. He was not to stop until exhaustion defeated him at last, and he fell asleep, hand still inside him. His dreams were unstructured, merely flashes of sex, of the male and female form entwined, of huge, pulsating cocks and wet insertions. Though he'd had this kind of dream before, Joel's previous ones had never had quite the same focus on the cock itself, nor had he experienced the same unbidden reaction to it. When he awoke, he was wet with sweat and still soaked between his legs. He shot up, and the weight on his chest let him know he was still in the body of his dream girl. He cursed, and the voice he heard shocked him into silence again, his hands shooting to cover his mouth. He should've expected it, but hearing actual words rather than ecstatic moans gave a whole new impact to his changed vocal chords. He looked over himself in the light of day, and fought off the urge to stick his hands down there again. The only thing that prevented him was the knowledge that it wouldn't be enough. Now that he'd slept, if he started again it could well be hours before he stopped, possibly once more only by passing out. He didn't like to admit it, but he knew what he needed, and a large part of him was hungry for the very thought of it. He sent Ian a message on facebook, knowing he'd be online, and paced about the house trying in vain to distract his thoughts from what he knew had to happen. The doorbell rang and he opened the door, staying behind it until Ian had walked far enough into the house. "Dude, what's up? You were typing like you were on drugs, all hyperactive and spelling mistake-ridden, and you didn't even make any sense. What's going o-" Ian froze, mid-sentence as he saw Joel standing there, having just closed the front door. Joel, meanwhile, was admiring Ian, the fist male body he'd seen since his rather drastic change in perspective. He tried to keep control as he stepped closer to Ian, tightly gripping the sides of his pants as he did so. "It's those damn demons again, I was tricked. ...It's me, Joel! Listen, I know it's nuts, but you know what this shit is like. Argh! I know I'm being brief and all but I was finding it hard to think straight even before you got here, and now you're here, and now-" Ian shook his head in confusion. He should've guessed this was the demons again. "What are you saying, dude? You wanted me to come over, right? I'm here for you, man! Just listen, what did they do to you, besides, er, the obvious? Slow down, you're talking gibberish! What do you-" Joel's attention span for Ian's bombardment of questions (helped along by the knowledge of how long it'd take to sit down and try to explain) snapped, knocking away the last of his resistance to jumping Ian's bones. Trusting in Ian's inability to say no to a stunningly hot girl throwing herself at him, Joel promptly did just that. He leapt into an embrace, wrapping his slender arms around Ian's shoulders and locking lips. He reacted with shock, before melting as one of into it his now-female friend's hands went down to fondle his crotch. Even having aknowledged that this was Joel, he was powerless to resist the horny beauty making out with him - and promising much more - and so closed his eyes and lost himself in the kiss, placing his hands on Joel's firm backside. They stepped together, clumsily, into the lounge and collapsed onto one of the plush couches there. They stripped off in a rush, breaking off their intense kiss for brief moments as they did so, only to immediately resume, their passion redoubled. Soon they were naked, clothing strewn about near to the couch, and Joel grabbed for Ian's now hard dick. Ian hesitated slightly, partly out of virgin inexperience and partly as he realised he didn't have a condom, but Joel was thinking about neither as he guided the cock into his glistening pussy regardless. Ian too forgot his hangups as he felt the moist folds wrap themselves around him, welcoming him in hungrily before tightening to keep him there. Joel began rocking rhythmically onto Ian before he moved an inch, but it wasn't long before he reciprocated in kind. What remained of Joel's male psyche was overwhelmed not only by the actions he was taking but also by these new sensations he was experiencing. It was nothing like when he'd played with himself the previous night - the penetration made his pussy finally feel whole, like his entire body had been missing that final piece to make the world right again. He wanted nothing more than to ride it into oblivion, to freeze this moment, this sensation, and keep it forever. All his bitterness and regret about having his ambitions thrown back at him from his misunderstanding of the summoning process, or the nature of a succubus, were for now out of his mind entirely. This moment was all he had, or wanted. He felt Ian approaching orgasm almost before Ian did himself. The cock inside him was now starting to pulsate and swell up. In that moment he now realised that more than just to be penetrated, he wanted to be filled up by Ian, to have Ian cum inside him. "Do it!" he screamed, a break from the worldess moaning of the preceding minutes, "Fill me up! Fire your cum inside me! Cum!" He took another quick breath to continue to yell to that effect, but it was then that Ian obliged, firing off his hot semen inside his friend's pussy. Joel's intake of breath became sharper, deeper, as his own titanic orgasm hit. This was far beyond what he'd felt the previous night with his own fingers. This was what his body had hungered for all through the night, what his body needed to be satisfied. His orgasm seared through his body like fire, reaching every part of him. He couldn't tell how long he was there, in a limbo made up of pure pleasure, before he finally descended into glowing contentment. Ian pulled out, and panted over his friend, a glazed expression on the beautiful face below him. He stared at that face for a few moments more, somewhat unnerved by the expression now that he was spent and thinking straight, and, unable to think of anything to say to lighten the mood or laugh off the awkwardness he felt, merely went with: "You really love cock, huh?" and immediately regretted it. Suddenly embarrassed, as if shocked into it by his own words, he started picking up his clothes and left the room in a rush. It took Joel another minute or two before he picked himself up and shook his head clear of that numbing sensation, before following Joel into the kitchen, now clothed again. And so, with no lack of awkwardness hanging between them, Joel told Ian what had happened. That he'd summoned a succubus, that'd he designed one, that he'd not realised that a succubus isn't a sentient creature to be summoned or a tool to be used - but an aspect to assume for oneself. As he was in the telling, his and Ian's horniness subsided in tandem, and as Joel was finishing up describing his predicament, he felt a sensation within him again. Unlike the previous night's, which was all about expansion, the explosion of energy, this felt more like a contraction, a loss of power and a general cooling down. When it was completed, Joel was back as himself again. Not long after that, Ian went home. Joel didn't blame him - once the passion and the sex had died down, they'd both felt pretty damn awkward about the whole thing. If even Joel himself felt that way, he couldn't imagine how conflicted and guilty Ian would be feeling. The guy would feel awkward talking to the girl he'd dated for several months back in 10th grade, let alone his best friend who he'd just fucked in female form a half hour before. It wasn't something Joel was planning to let happen again. And yet, plans falling through was beginning to become a pattern with Joel. It was a week before Joel felt comfortable masturbating again, and as the transformation began to take hold, he wished he hadn't felt quite so safe in doing so. As a sexually active guy, he was used to masturbating or otherwise getting off daily, and so a week had been all it had taken to sway his better judgment and decide that the succubus energy had faded away from disuse. But, as he'd initially theorised, the transformation triggered again under intense arousal. This time he found himself at Ian's door, knowing that the parents would be away for the weekend. Ian opened the door, and after a moment of surprise, his eyes betrayed his conflicted feelings of horror and desire. "It.. it happened again. I need to fuck you." Joel tried to stay as business-like and impersonal as possible, trying to view it as a medical necessity, but his rampaging arousal made it hard. As soon as he was presented with the real thing, Ian became the definite center of his desire. They didn't spare long this time either getting down to it, and once again it was all over in minutes, as Joel cooed in the pleasure of his afterglow. However, this didn't last long as Joel felt the desire only increase further. Ian didn't need telling, and resumed the love-making, as Joel squealed in delight, all pretense of masculinity lost for the time being. As Ian came, Joel finally felt sated as he had before, and settled into passivity. Ian pulled out quicker this time, and left to let Joel collect himself again. Just as before, Joel turned back as the arousal between the two of them subsided, and as Joel walked home somewhat deshevelled, he began to see a pattern to it all. Firstly, it was triggered by arousal after all. So far, that was all that had caused it. Secondly, the only way he could be satisfied, it seemed, was when his partner was. Ian had only managed one round the first time, but when he could manage two, Joel hadn't been able to stop until it was over for Ian too. Similarly, Joel suspected, he only turned back once Ian had stopped being aroused entirely, or maybe didn't want to fuck any more, or maybe just that he wanted Joel to turn back. Certainly it seemed from his attempts when left alone, Joel wasn't able to induce his own transformation back to his male form. And unless it was merely random, it didn't appear to be time-based - the pause between return transformations was too different between the first and second time. And so began Joel's abstinence from masturbation. Life had mostly returned to normal over the following months, other than Joel's sudden withdrawl from the school's dating scene. He'd told people he just needed a break from dating, which of course made the girls in the school blame the last girlfriend he'd had, despite it having been him who'd broken up with her, and she suffered for it. Joel noticed, but it seemed nothing he could say could convince them otherwise, and so she began to resent him for it. In all honesty, he thought to himself, it was probably better that than have her continue to try and get back together with him as before, and so risk inadvertedly setting off his transformation. In the meantime, he'd been trying to research any kind of reversal, but since no text had really described what had happened accurately anyway, there unsurprisingly wasn't really anything said about transformations of the summoner to begin with, let alone a reversal of the state. It had been long enough that he'd become used to his abstinence, and that his parents were back home, when the next incident occurred. After only two weeks back, his parents were already grating on him, and so when Ian's parents left for the weekends as they tended to do, he begged to come over. It was now early summer, with the school year close to ending, and after spending a few hours on some of the video games they'd picked up recently, they headed for the pool out back as they usually did in the summer months. Having no houses close enough to see the pool, they felt quite comfortable stripping down outside to put their trunks on. Completely comfortable, that was, until Joel caught a glimpse of Ian's dick out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly he felt blood rushing to his own dick, and he unconsciously bit the corner of his lip in suppressed desire. Ian caught this before Joel did, and with enough distance between now and the events of spring, Ian joked "Ah, you miss the old Ian-brand dick, eh?" Joel immediately snapped out of it, realising what he'd been doing, as Joel laughed at his own joke. "Sh...shut up, man! Whatever! I wasn't looking at you, I was-" But as Joel tried to avert his gaze, Ian noticed the hard on Joel had been getting, and not actually thinking much of it, continued to joke, dropping his pants entirely and running over. "Watch out, Joel! You might not be able to help yourself! You sure loved it before, ya big fag!" He'd been flopping it about with his hand as he'd jogged over, and the contact had made it start to stiffen. Despite trying to look away, Joel's gaze snapped back to it as it rose, and his jaw slackened. He was now transfixed, in horror and confused desire, as he stared at it. Nothing else had carried over from his female form, why would this? He didn't even find Ian attractive as he had when he was a girl, but this dick... Noticing the awkward pauses in place of laughter, Joel's poor social senses egged him on to merely up the joke until it won a laugh. "Hey, if you don't act fast, I won't shove this in you! Limited time only! Ah, no, you don't have your old pussy any more... But wait, as far as I recall, you still got another hole, right? I know you want it in there, you big girl!" Joel was only barely listening to what Ian was saying at this point, as Ian's hand jerking his cock from side to side as if showing off his wares made it only rise further, until Joel's hand moved to his own dick. As it did so, Ian realised something was actually up, that it wasn't just an accident that Joel had stared at his dick, but Joel's arousal shot up and it was too late for Ian to calm it down - Joel winced and his whole body twisted again, before moments later, his back arched up again, displaying his glorious naked tits for Ian. His amber eyes were lusty and full of desire, just as they'd been months before, the last time Ian had seen Joel like this - only more so. It was as if the months of sexual frustration and restraint had intensified the arousal tenfold when he transformed. "Hey, Ian... I need a little something from you again." Ian, overcome with a rush of guilt but transfixed by Joel's naked body glimmering in the sun, looked over that wondrous female form for the first time in months until his eyes rested on the pussy. Joel closed the distance between them in a step, and shook his head before placing a finger on Ian's lips. "Not this time. You said I had another hole, didn't you?" He bent over for Ian and stretched that other hole out for him to see. "Well, I might've just remembered that too..." Ian spent a full second hesitating before desire won out. The tightness and pleasure he felt as he pushed his way in erased all doubts, however. "Y-Yeah... I don't know how we forgot..." he said, as Joel squealed in a way he hadn't done for months.