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If you had told Michaela a month ago that she would be going to a occultist, she would have laughed at your face. If you had told her that she needed the occultist's help, she would have thrown a book at you. But Michaela was very different a month ago, and that is just the situation she found herself in. Michaela was a fairly typical American 16 year old. She went to high school, played soccer, and had very little clique of friends. She hadn't recently felt like she fit in with her friends, but that was for a different reason. It was with this clique that she was visiting an occultist. She had suggested it as a fun weekend activity, and of course the other girls loved the idea. Michaela needed it, though. The group was waiting in the lobby of the magic shop, trading gossip like typical high school girls. Michaela couldn't really care less about who kissed whom at the moment. She couldn't really sit still, she had so much anticipation. The occultist walked out of her back room, looked dead at Michaela, and froze. Everybody else stopped talking. "You. Follow" She was hoping it would happen this quickly, but she was still incredibly nervous. Her life was about to be decided. She got up, hands shaking, and followed. The other girls smiled at her, not knowing how important this was. The back of the shop was dingier than the front. It smelled musty, and there were no electric lights, only candles burning everywhere. She could taste the air as she breathed in, feeling the dust and smoke, and she wanted to vomit. The woman sat behind a table and gestured at Michaela to sit in a previously unseen chair. "A dark magic surrounds you. But you already know this. This is not who you are. Something dark influences you." Michaela couldn't find her voice, so she just nodded. "Tell me what happened to you, child." * * * Rob parked the car in front of his girlfriend Jess' house, put the condoms in his coat, and started towards the door. Her entire family was gone until the following week, leaving plenty of alone time for the couple. The first year of college had been rough for the couple, but they made it to the summer and didn't look back He stopped at the backdoor and pulled out his phone. He didn't want Jess to think someone was breaking in. After a few rings, he heard the phone answer. "Hey babe, I'm coming in the backdoor." "Sounds good sweetie." Rob opened the backdoor and started making something in the kitchen. He didn't hear any movement, but when he turned around he saw Jess' younger sister sitting at the table. "Michaela? What are you doing here?" "What do you mean? You're spending the night with me honey." Rob and Michaela had always had a weird relationship. Like most younger sisters, she had a crush on her sister's boyfriend. The family often joked about it at Michaela's expense, but that comment seemed a little forward. "Very funny. Where's Jess?" "She's on vacation with the rest of my family. I had to stay here because of my soccer tournament, and you know I get very scared when I stay home alone." Jess had told him that the family was going to be away for Michaela's soccer tournament. He hadn't seen her for the last few days, but they had been in touch... over the phone. "Damn it Michaela. Did you take your sister's phone again?" She had a really annoying habit of taking people's phones for extended periods of time, doing god knows what with them. "Of course I did. That's how I got you here, isn't it?" She pulled out two phones; one was hers and one was her sister's. Jess wouldn't have taken her phone because of the roaming charges. so that is how she hadn't realized that Michaela had been using it. "Very clever Michaela. I'm leaving. If anything goes wrong, you can call me." "No, you're staying here with me. Trust me." It sounded very strong. What the hell had gotten in to her. Rob started for the door. Michaela didn't make a move to stop him, but the door was locked when he got to it. As he was working to unlock it, Michaela started talking again. "I wonder what my parents would say about those pictures you sent me. And the cops." "I didn't send you anything." She got up from the table and walked over to him, holding her phone out in front of her. Right on the screen was a picture of a penis. Rob's penis. She started going through the other pictures, ones that very clearly had Rob's face in them. "Nice, you creep. You sent those to yourself from Jess' phone." "You sure?" Michaela started going through her text conversation with Rob, and those pictures and some incredibly sexual remarks were in there. Rob grabbed the phone and tried to delete the pictures. "There locked, with a special password I am sure as shit not telling you." Rob didn't know what to do. He was being blackmailed with something he hadn't done, and it was something that would literally destroy him. Jess might believe him, but her parents would definitely be suspicious. And the fact that she was 16 made it illegal. "What do you want?" "I already told you. You're staying with me tonight." Rob wanted to say no. He really did. But he wasn't sure what alternative he had yet. He would stay and try to think of something. "Alright, Michaela. You win, I'll stay for a little." "You're staying for a lot longer than a little, pal." With that, Michaela threw herself at Rob. She started making out with him viciously, and though Rob knew it was wrong, he couldn't really stop it. They were only dreams, but he had had thoughts about Michaela, and his libido was taking over here. He started pulling away, but Michaela's hands shot down his pants and grabbed his already erect cock. "Oh! It's bigger in person." Rob couldn't believe that he was hearing this from Michaela. He and Jess were pretty almost positive she was prude. But she started rubbing his cock perfectly. And soon enough, they were in her room upstairs. Though they definitely bore a family resemblance facially, Michaela and Jess' bodies couldn't be more different. Jess was a shorter girl, definitely not fat but a little meatier, and she had 36 DD breasts. Michaela, on the other hand, was taller for a girl and almost rail thin. Her legs were long, thing, sexy, and they led right up to a perfect ass. She also had a perfectly flat stomach that went up to her still growing breasts. On a good day they were probably B cups. On another girl they would have seemed small, but because she was so thin, they seemed perfectly sized. And Rob had had enough with such large breasts, he supposed. The last time her really even thought about resisting, Michaela was laying in her bra and panties on the bed. He was standing over her with his pants still on. He almost turned around and left. Until she pulled his pants down and started giving him head. That sealed the deal. He was thoroughly impressed. He and Jess had been together for years and she didn't give head half as good as Michaela. She used the tongue perfectly on the head at the beginning, getting him excited. Then she started deep throating it, and Rob almost lost it. She stopped at the right time though and laid back in bed. "Your turn." Rob gave her one long glance over. The perfectly thin body, with the small breasts. All of it was part of a beautiful girl. Her face was thinner than Jess', and her hair was longer and straighter. The cuteness of youth was still with her, and the freckles made her seem adorable. Then she smiled at him, and she was as good as fucked. Rob pulled her panties off and started licking her vagina like no other. He knew she was a perfect, clean virgin. Unlike that slut of a sister. And besides, she was tight too. Once he had her moaning, he pulled off her bra and stuck his penis as deep as he could in her. She started screaming. "Rob! ROB!" Her vagina hugged his penis like a perfect match. He started off slow, trying to be gentle, but she was having none of it. "Harder! Fuck me like Jess! Call me Jess!" "JESS!" He started pounding at her like a drill, which she went wild for. She started clawing her back, which Rob found himself oddly in to, and when she bit his shoulder he almost came right there. The sensation was better than he had ever felt. His balls tingled in anticipation. "NO! SAY I'M BETTER!" "YOU'RE BETTER!" Rob wasn't quite sure what that meant. "I'M BETTER THAN JESS! I'M HOTTER!" "YOU'RE FUCKING HOTTER! YOU'RE THE BETTER SISTER!" They both seemed to get close at that point, and Michaela screamed again. "ROBBBB!" He gave one last thrust, shooting his load in to her, as he shouted "MICHAELA!" It was the best orgasm he had ever had, and it seemed like it was amazing for her too. She contorted her body in ways he didn't know possible, still sliding on his cock. She finally pulled off him and settled in to the bed, and before Rob knew it she was sleeping, so he followed her example * * * Rob had never had weirder dreams than the ones he had the night. He was never sure where he was, things were always changing too quickly. He saw his girlfriend, her parents and siblings, his family, all constantly changing around him. He woke up with a start, and found himself still in bed. He had to think a little bit to remember who the other presence was. "Good morning Michaela." Rob stretched a little then realized something and froze. The voice that had said it had been a male voice. It had been his voice, even. But he hadn't been the one to say it. He opened his eyes and realized that he was the little spoon, with a male arm wrapped around him. He turned his body around in bed. "What the..." "Surprised?" He was looking directly at himself. It was a weird scenario, to be looking at yourself. You think it is going to be like a mirror, and that your body will do what you do. But Rob's body was acting of its own accord. Which could only mean... He knew he had felt a little different. He felt smaller, basically, and he realized that the hair brushing his back and shoulders belonged to him now. He didn't need to touch his crotch to know that his manhood was gone.. Something had just felt off, and he realized he couldn't feel his penis and testicles against his legs. What was the old saying? A cow doesn't miss its tail until it is gone. He couldn't see himself but he was sure that he was in Michaela's body. "I can certainly show you what you look like." Through no real will of his own, Rob felt his new body get up and stand in front of the mirror. It only confirmed what he already knew. He was now Michaela, through and through. The long hair, the beautiful smile and face that he had longed after before now belonged to him, in a way he hadn't really intended. Still naked, he saw the entirety of his new body at once. The small breasts and stomach that lead down to his new crotch. And that was certainly something to get used to. He just didn't know what to say. "My name is Y'Thurtl. I work for the great demon Asmodeus. But you can call me Rob now." "Why... What the fuck is going on?" Rob, the new Michaela, was still in shock. She was just staring at her body, confused as to what to make of it. "I am sure you don't need me to tell you, we demons like creating a bit of chaos and agony. What with the video from last night and control of your body, I think I can certainly have my fill of each with Jess and her family, as well as yours. But, first things first." Michaela suddenly found herself turning around in the mirror. "In case your confused, which I am sure you are, I can control your every move. I can control everything about you, actually. I didn't always possess Michaela, only for the last few months. I was thinking of a plan. And I realized, if I took you over, I could reach the most people. She was only a teenage girl, but you are a college student thoroughly invested with people. I could make your family and hers a living hell." As he talked, Michaela saw her breasts start growing rapidly. They reached DD soon, and kept expanding until she struggled standing up right. She suddenly found herself becoming shorter as well, and was soon only a few feet tall. She looked like some caricatured fertility goddess, absolutely ridiculous. "I agree." She found her body slowly returning back to normal. But on its way back, Y'Thurtl stopped it and made her look exactly like Jess, his girlfriend, before coming to be fully herself again. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with her when I get back, believe you me. In the mean time, however, you are going to be my little toy." She felt her first real burst of emotion since she had awoken. She was angry, angry that he had just threatened his girlfriend. She tried to make a move towards him but was frozen. "You're angry? You want to do something about it?" She began walking towards the bed again and lowered her mouth to his cock, his old cock. Next thing she knew, she was sucking on it furiously. Everything that Rob had loved last night, she found herself doing to this demon. She slowly tickled the head with her tongue. For a brief moment, she felt her agency come back as Y'Thurtl was distracted by the pleasure. She bit down as hard as she could and punched at his balls. As he was screaming in pain, Michaela bolted towards the door. She got a few steps out before she felt her legs lock up. She fell forward, helpless again and at the demon's mercy. He walked out of the room and picked her up effortless. "Don't worry, I can play that game too." Next thing she knew, she was bending over a chair in her room, facing the mirror. The new Rob had no intention of being gentle. He stuck his new penis inside of her as quickly as he could and started pounding at her new vagina, still virgin tight. Michaela could certainly see the pleasure in this, even as she screamed on the inside to make it stop. The stroking inside her started sending pulses through her body. And she looked up in to the mirror to see something she had never in her life thought she would. She was a girl, bent over a chair, getting fucked by a guy. Not just any guy, but herself, her old body. She almost couldn't help but laugh. She was sort of fucking herself, quite literally. And she was getting fucked pretty good. Her small breasts flapped as he thrusted again and again with out mercy. Whatever pleasure she may have gotten out of this was quickly overcome by the pain of his roughness and the pain of rape. She found herself briefly in control of herself and saw his hand wrapped around her body, holding on to the chair. Again she bit out at it. She knew she had caused him pain, but it was reciprocated equally in the next hard thrust. He quickly pulled out and she found herself getting on her knees. "I don't mind if you want to use your mouth. Just tell me." As he began moving his crotch closer to her face, she found herself oddly in control of herself. She tried to scream out but couldn't. When that failed, she tried to lunge forward to bite him again. But she couldn't open her mouth to. She put her hands up to her face. Where her mouth had been, there was only a flat surface of skin. He had said he had total control over her. But what did he plan on doing? The answer soon made itself painfully clear. She felt the surface where her mouth had been caving in on itself and forming a new orifice. But no teeth grew in. And the opening was vertical instead of horizontal. He had turned her mouth in to a second vagina. As she realized this, she lost control of herself again. She put her new 'mouth' on his cock and began moving back and forth, slowly at first, then more vigorously. The same feelings of pleasure greeted her as from her normal vagina, and she was in control of the pacing here. She went faster because she wanted to, because it hadn't hurt as much. She liked it. Thinking that was apparently a bad idea. Once she started having the same pulses moving through her body, she felt him grab the back of her head. He started thrusting as wildly as he had before, paying little attention to her general face area. She felt the penis begin pulsing in her 'mouth,' and knew what came next. Literally. He shot his full load in to her 'mouth.' As quickly as that happened, she turned it back in to her actual mouth, and she had the opportunity to taste and feel the full load. She even played with it a little in her mouth before she swallowed it. "That is what I thought. Now, I am going to be back later, so you better behave yourself until then." She stood and curled up in the bed. She wasn't quite sure that was her own choice. But it was one she appreciated. She found herself in shock again. It was the rape this time, clearly. It forced her to adjust to being a girl very quickly. She didn't want to get up or move. She felt cold and dirty, and she didn't feel like moving. Her entire body was in pain. No. No. Me. I am in control of this. She slowly got out of bed and literally crawled to the shower, turned it on, and assumed the fetal position under its pressure for a while. And she forgot about the rape for a second. She had been a guy literally hours before. And now he found himself in high school again, and this time a girl. A girl that had a nearly omnipotent abuser. Powerless. She suddenly began to wonder where the real Michaela was. Obviously he was in Michaela's body, but where was her mind? Had she experienced what her body just had? And what about last night? Michaela walked downstairs and sat in front of the television. She didn't turn it on. Her mind provided all the images she needed, images too powerful to try to concentrate on something else. She saw him again, his old self. She didn't think he could hate anyone that quickly. She felt all the pain again, and doubled over crying. Away! AWAY! She thought. But the sight of him behind her in the mirror stuck with her. She felt like she could almost see him standing behind her in the reflection of the television. She even turned around to check that he wasn't there. This paranoia was part of what prompted her to turn on the television. Perhaps it was meant to be. A commercial for an occultist came only a few seconds after it was turned on. With a sudden burst, she rushed to the kitchen to find her phone. Rob had been around her family enough to know who Michaela's friend were, and she texted them asking if they wanted to go to a fortune teller in town. Soon enough, they had a date set. Two days. She would only have to wait for two days. He said he would be back but he hadn't said when. So she sat there and wondered. That was probably what he wanted. She sat there for hours just thinking about him coming back, walking through the door. She would have to do it again. The sun was already setting. She didn't eat dinner. She just went upstairs and laid down in her bed, preparing herself for the worst. She stayed up for almost the entire night, entertaining the worst horrors in her mind. He didn't come back that night. When she woke up in the morning, if she ever really slept, she heard a noise downstairs. She almost burst out crying. No! This was her. She had this. She slowly walked downstairs and saw no one around. She had a brief moment of victory. Too brief. She heard the bathroom door open behind her. "Glad I didn't have to wake you." * * * Michaela recounted all of this to the old lady. She never stopped her and never doubted a word of it. For a few minutes after she was finished, the occultist just sat there. Michaela thought momentarily that she hadn't heard her. But then she spoke. "You will be okay. We can fix this." She had been raped multiple times. And all this lady had was a few words. She knew she shouldn't have come. She stood up and started for the door. "But I have answers for you." Michaela stopped. "He can't hear you now. He is a low demon, despite what seems like great power. If he can't see you, he can't control you." "But what can I do? Just run away? I can't run forever. You don't know. You don't know what this is like." "You're right. I don't. But I promise you, I can help. I know how it happened, so we can fix it." "Then how did it happen?" She had to know what she had done. "He had no control over you while you were still in Rob's body. So he tried to influence you. And once you started doing what he told you to, it gave him the power to control what you do." Michaela didn't like where this was going. "He had pictures. He had blackmail." "I'm not blaming you. I'm not judging you. I can imagine that that was an incredibly difficult situation to be in. But he couldn't make you do anything you were unwilling to. You still had choice then, and you acted as you did. "Then he was able to attain your semen, which gives him tremendous power over the body. So he was able to force you in to Michaela with your fluid. And he filled the void that was left in your body." Michaela didn't know how to take it. She felt like she was being blamed. Jane reached out and rubbed her arm. "It isn't your fault. You didn't know, you didn't have much of a choice. But don't worry. We can fix it..." * * * Y'Thurtl walked in to the house. "Michaela!" He didn't hear her moving around. He walked upstairs. She wasn't in her room. She wasn't in the bathroom. He didn't think she was even in the house. He started scrambling. Where could she have gone? If he had lost his prey this early, he would have hell to pay. Literally. He walked in to the kitchen again and looked down at the table, at her open computer. "Silly girl." He couldn't believe she had ever been a guy. He got the address from the website and started on his way. * * * The occultist's name was Jane. This was the fourth time Michaela had been to her, two more rapes. since the last. But it was supposed to end tonight. She helped Jane set up the circle. Jane wouldn't explain exactly what it did, but it was supposed to help hide her from the demon. "Are you sure he would look at the computer?" "He's tracked me down before." He had literally taken her out of her friend's house, after telling the mom that Michaela's mom had called and wanted her home. The mom knew him as Jess' boyfriend and just let him go. She paid for trying to leave. "Good. I think I can feel him getting closer." After the final preparations were complete, Jane began writing feverously on a piece of paper. "I can't tell you exactly what is going to happen yet. If he comes in and senses you, he may be able to read your mind and see what is going to happen. That is what this is for. It explains everything that you have to do. But you cannot read it, until he is in the circle." Michaela took it and hid it on herself. "He will be here very shortly. What I can say is that he will think that this circle is one of cloaking, and that you are hiding inside of it. Once he is inside, he would be able to see you, so he should come right here. Only once he does can you read that. Understand?" Michaela nodded. "Then go upstairs, where I showed you. Now." Michaela had barely gotten up the stairs when she heard the door open. She moved slowly, sure not to make a noise. She had gotten in to her position, right above the circle, when the door to the backroom opened. And in walked Y'Thurtl in his old body. The things she had seen done in it disgusted her. The hole in the floorboard was small, but with some enchantment, the occultist made the entire room visible when Michaela looked through it. Jane sat at the table and waited patiently. Y'Thurtl glared at her. "A cloaking circle? Is that really all you have?" He walked slowly, confidently, towards the circle. Jane began speaking. "You have no right to this girl. You have violated hundreds of rules. You shall be punished." "Please, old woman. You have nothing." With that, he entered the circle. He frowned when he couldn't see Michaela. He knew something was happening. Michaela pulled out the note and began reading. "I am going to take the curse he has placed on you upon myself. When he attempts to control you, he will control me instead. He will not understand what is happening until far too late. His nature does not allow him to understand altruism. Once he enters the circle, he will be bound. This is when you must come down with the silver knife and press it to him. I will take care of the rest." She shouldn't have done that. She didn't understand the power that the demon had. She should have asked her, told her what she would do. That is why she had left her the letter. Jane knew she would have protested. Michaela picked up the knife that they had prepared and slowly walked down the stairs. Y'Thurtl only realized what had happened as she reached the bottom of the stairs. He had been searching for Michaela and attempted to make her call out. Jane called out instead. He thought it was curious. He then tried to make Michaela stand and jump, and when Jane did it, he quickly understood. "You cunt old lady. What have you done?! Tell me!" Jane moved towards Y'Thurtl as Michaela approached from behind. Jane seemed able to resist him, for the time being. "You don't know what you have done!" He raised his fist, ready to knock her down. As he moved it back, it seemed to change in to a truly demonic claw. Michaela rushed in behind and shoved the knife in to his back. She pulled it out and shoved it in his neck multiple times, before finally leaving it there. Jane's eyes widened. She was only supposed to touch him with it, paralyzing him. This was... concerning. The death of the physical body does not mean the death of the demon, and she had to prevent the demon from re-possessing Michaela. Michaela stood in wonder as her old body fell to its knees then collapsed. But it seemed to leave behind a writhing shadow, kneeling before Jane. "You have committed great crimes, Y'Thurtl. You have violated the codes of Heaven and Hell. The gods are greatly displeased with you. You have had your power stripped in this circle of judgment. You are to become merely an observer. For the pain you have caused, you are to watch only the happiest events in the lives of those you would have terrorized." The shadow seemed to be screaming in pain the whole time Jane was speaking. As she finished, it tried to lunge at her. A bright light burst forth and the shadow seemed to dissolve in to the air around her. Michaela looked down at her old body, bleeding out on the floor. Jane walked forward and hugged her. "This means that you can't return to your original body. I meant to preserve it, to make it possible for you to move back to it so that Michaela could move back to hers." Michaela had vaguely known this. It was a large part of the reason why she had done what she had. She hadn't wanted to go back. Not to that body. She had lived through the worst week in Michaela's life, and the soul that had been Rob's wanted to go through the happiest times in her life now. He had initially thought he was being greedy. But after some introspection, he felt like he could hear the true Michaela asking to move on. She hadn't been in control for months, and she just wanted to move on. So Rob, the he, had accepted becoming the she. Jane quickly gathered this. "Okay, then." "What is going to happen to her? The original Michaela, that is?" "The gods take pity on those that are tortured like this. She will be happy." "And what about the family?" "Hers or yours?" Michaela was almost confused by the question, but quickly processed it. "Both. I consider them one and the same now." "Well. We can make them remember differently." After some brainstorming, they had it. Somebody had tried to come for Michaela. She called Rob to come help her, and he severely hurt the attacker, but attained fatal wounds in the process. "And what about me?" "What do you mean?" "I don't know if I can really face her family. I love them, but I know them from a different side. And I don't know if I can fit in to that." "I can work something out. I can have you move away." Michaela had been working up the courage to ask the next question. "What if... What if I want to do what you do?" "What do you mean?" "What if I want to become an occultist? Fight demons and help people?" Jane smiled. "Then I guess I have a new apprentice." The demon world would come to hate the name Y'Thurtl, for the demon hunter that he had created.