You are a streamer who constantly streams and plays video games on his two laptops in your room. You were getting ready for a stream as you were on your phone scrolling through TikTok, you came across a post saying “DO NOT LOOK UP AND CLICK ON THIS WEBSITE AT ALL COSTS” to which you gained curiosity and searched the site up. You soon start to feel your chest getting bigger, your ass getting larger. Your hips take a more feminine aspect. Your whole body soon changes to reveal the appearance of a Succubus. You quickly go check in a mirror and see what happened. Before you could even realize what happened someone knocks at your door. It is a delivery man that has a package for you, but will soon be under your charm when you'll open the door

"Well, what do we have here..." you muse to yourself as you look into the mirror, taking in your new form: a succubus. Your long red hair flows over your shoulders and down your back, nearly reaching your large breasts; your eyes are an enchanting shade of crimson that seems to draw people in, while your curled horns and black wings add an air of danger and allure. You bite your lower lip, not quite believing what's happened but feeling excited by the changes. Then, there's a knock at the door.

You slowly turn towards it, debating whether or not to answer. The package outside might be innocuous enough...but something inside you wants more than that. Something deeper, primal. With a sigh and a shrug, you undo the locks on your door and swing it open, revealing a delivery man standing there with a box in his hands. His gaz

You open the door and are met with the sight of a slightly nervous looking delivery man, probably no older than twenty, holding up a box addressed to you. His eyes dart around between your ample cleavage and wings before settling on yours for just a moment, his cheeks flushing red in response. "Uh, hey..." he stutters out, barely managing to hold your gaze.

His confusion only serves to amplify the thrill running through you. The package seems like such an insignificant thing now; what really matters is how this man feels right now...and how much more easily they could succumb to their desires with just a hint of encouragement from you. With a playful smirk, you place one hand on his chest and gently push him back against the door, closing any remaining distance between your bodies.

"Well, aren't you just shy..." You whisper huskily, leaning in close to his ear and blowing gently. "I think you want me... don't you?" You trail a fingernail down his chest, teasing him mercilessly. "Maybe I should make it easier for us both." With that, your other hand slips lower, cupping the bulge in his pants through his uniform pants. His breath hitches at the contact.

"Oh-oh..." he moans softly, arching into your touch as you begin to stroke him gently. "But I'm on the clock..."

Smiling devilishly, you reach up and undo the first few buttons on his uniform shirt, revealing more of his chest and neck. "Well," you murmur softly as you continue to stroke him through his pants, "I'd hate for you to get in trouble...maybe if we just took care of this really quick..." Your other hand slips lower still, pushing aside the waistband of his pants so that your fingers brush against his bare skin. The sound of his labored breathing fills the air as he leans harder against the door, completely lost in pleasure.

"Y-yeah," he gasps out, his hips bucking forward into your hand eagerly. "That sounds good." His words are slurred and barely audible over the throbbing of blood in his ears as you continue to tease him relentlessly, bringing him ever closer to release.

You guide his hand lower, until it cups your aching cleft through your underwear, then closer still to where you know he wants to touch the most. "That's it..." You moan softly as he begins to stroke you roughly, echoed by a guttural groan from him at the same time. "I want you to cum for me... all over my hand..." Your other hand continues its ministrations, expertly finding and teasing his prostate until he's writhing against your touch.

"Fuck..." He gasps out as his hips jerk forward violently, spilling his release across both of your hands. You groan in satisfaction at the feel of his seed on your skin, the thrill of bringing him so thoroughly under your control. As he finally comes down from his high, you push him gently away, returning him to some semblance of normalcy before stepping back

As the delivery man recovers, he looks at you with an expression that is equal parts lust, confusion and gratitude. "T-thank you..." He stammers out before hastily retreating down the hallway, likely off to inform his coworkers of your... unique charm. You can't help but chuckle softly as you shut the door behind him, already feeling a bit guilty for taking advantage of someone so easily. But then again, that's what being a succubus is all about, isn't it?

Stepping back to your mirror, you once again inspect yourself from head to toe, admiring how well this new form suits you. It seems there will be many more opportunities for seduction in the future...

As you stand there, examining your reflection in the mirror, thoughts about seducction and control dance through your mind... it almost feels intoxicating. Suddenly, there's a knock at your door once more. This time, curiosity gets the better of you; perhaps it's someone else who can't resist your allure? With a smile playing on your lips, you make your way to answer the door.

Curious, you make your way to the door and open it, revealing a group of people outside: your friends, who were all supposed to be at this stream party. They immediately perk up when they see you standing there in that outfit; their eyes are wide with lust and confusion, mirroring how you feel inside. "Lily?" one of them says tentatively. Your name seems foreign on their lips now; it's clear that your transformation has taken its toll on them as well.

Giving them all a wicked grin, you purposefully arch your back, pushing your breasts together and offering a glimpse of cleavage to each of them in turn. "Oh, don't mind me." You say casually as they visibly struggle not to stare at you. "I was just getting ready for our little party tonight... isn't that right?" Your voice is sultry and seductive, even more so than usual.

The friends all nervously laugh at your playful comment, some more obviously affected than others. One of them, a male futanari named Ember, steps forward and clears her throat before speaking up. "Uh... yeah, actually, we were just worried about you. You haven't answered any texts or calls all day, and we thought something might be wrong." She crosses her arms over her chest, but it only serves to highlight her ample bosom; her body language betraying the struggle she's going through as well.

Your eyes wander over Ember, appreciating the way she carries herself; it makes your mouth water just thinking about what might happen if you were to get close enough. "Oh, Ember," you drawl sensually, taking a step closer to her, "You know I'm always up for a good time." As you speak, you reach out and gently stroke the side of her face before tracing the outline of her ear with your finger.

"Well..." She blushes deeply, unable to resist your touch despite herself, "Glad to hear that." Her voice comes out as more of a whisper now as she leans into your touch. The others exchange nervous glances; it's clear they're all feeling the effects of whatever spell you seem to be weaving around them.

Emboldened by Ember's response, you give her a wicked smile before reaching out to cup her breast through her shirt. "Come on, Ember," you breathe into her ear, "Let me see what kind of party animal you really are." With one smooth motion, you tug at the fabric of her top, revealing her firm, heavy breast to the cool night air. Her nipple is hard and erect from your touch; it calls out for more.

"H-hardy har har..." she stammers out, unable to keep her laughter fully under control as she feels your warm breath on her neck. The others are visibly aroused by the display; they're all starting to undo buttons and lower zippers with shaking hands. It won't be long now...

As Ember shudders with laughter, her friends begin to gather around, each more eager than the last to join in on the fun. The scent of arousal fills the air as they reveal their erections and start stroking them in time with one another's moans. Even from across the circle, you can feel your own desire rising at the sight of them all so helplessly under your spell. With a smirk, you reach up and unbutton your own shirt, letting it fall open to reveal your succubus curves in all their glory. "Come on," you purr seductively, "Don't hold back now."

As you watch them all getting lost in the heat of the moment, your body feels hot and aching with need. The air is thick with desire as each person grinds against another's touch, their eyes half-lidded in pleasure. You can feel the energy building up around you, your own arousal growing at an alarming rate as they release themselves into your presence.

Your fingers find purchase on Ember's waistband, tugging her pants and underwear down to reveal her glistening wet folds. "Fuck yeah," she moans, arching her back as you begin to stroke her expertly. Her hips buck into your touch, seeking more contact with your hand. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sounds of grinding flesh and labored breathing filling the night air.

With a growl, you oblige, sinking two fingers deep inside her as she cries out in ecstasy. Her body trembles beneath your touch, her nails digging into your shoulder as she comes undone in your grasp. The others around the circle watch with rapt attention, their own stroking becoming more desperate and frantic as they near the edge of release. Soon enough, Ember's moans subside and she slumps against you, spent and satisfied.

You lean down to whisper into her ear, "And... scene." Your voice carries a note of triumph that echoes through their minds, sending them all over the edge in unison. Their bodies tense and convulse as they release themselves into their hands, covering your skin with their seed and leaving each of them panting and spent on the ground.

As they all collapse around you, their bodies still shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm, it's hard not to feel a sense of power and control over them. You glance down at yourself, noticing the glistening residue of their seed covering your body. The sensation is oddly arousing; they gave you some of their life force, making you even more irresistible than before.

It's then that you remember how Ember and the others are all completely under your control now... the possibilities seem endless. With a mischievous grin, you lean in close to her ear again and whisper huskily, "I think it's time for round two..."

"Oh y-yes, mistress..." Ember replies breathlessly, her body still humming with pleasure but eager for more. She looks up at you from under lowered eyelashes, a combination of desire and submission written clearly on her features. As the others begin to stir around them, regaining their senses little by little, they too seem drawn back into your orbit; their gazes fixed upon you as if entranced by your every move.

You smirk down at them, enjoying the power you hold over them all... for now. But in the back of your mind, a tiny voice whispers that maybe this was too much; maybe they need some time apart to remember who they really are before things get out of hand. Or perhaps not...

Your grin widens as you hear Ember's eager reply, a thrill of power and dominance coursing through your veins. "Very well then," you murmur huskily, reaching down to stroke her once more, "let's see who can make me cum first." With that, you begin to guide them all, taking control of their movements and urging them onward in a sensual dance of lust and submission. Around you, the air is thick with desire and the sounds of pleasure echo through the night as they all succumb once more to your irresistible charms.

As they lose themselves in this orgiastic frenzy, their seed spills freely over your skin, adding to the intensity of their bond with you. You watch them helplessly, savoring every moan and thrust as if it were an offering on a divine altar. The power you hold over them is intoxic

The more they surrender to you, the harder it becomes to ignore that tiny voice in your head, warning of consequences and responsibilities. It's a strange mixture of euphoria and guilt that washes over you as their pleasures become your own, leaving you wondering if this is what it means to be truly free... or if you're just another cog in someone else's twisted fantasy.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to shut out the thoughts and focus on the sensations that flood your body from their touch. Perhaps there's no right answer; perhaps it's about finding balance between the two. Or maybe there never will be.

Suddenly, Ember cries out sharply, her body convulsing as she comes apart under your touch once more. As the intensity of her release subsides, she falls limply against you, spent and gasping for air. For a

Soon enough, the others around you follow suit, one by one collapsing in a heap as their orgasms wash over them and leave them utterly spent. As they lie there, panting and glistening with sweat, their eyes fixed on yours with an odd mixture of gratitude and confusion, it's hard not to feel a twinge of guilt for the power you now wield over them all.

You carefully pull Ember closer, wrapping an arm around her waist as she slides down your leg, weakly trying to support herself. "There, there," you whisper, stroking her hair gently. "It's okay, it was just... a game." But even as you say the words, you know deep down that it was never supposed to go this far; that somewhere along the line, someone got too caught up in their own fantasy and lost track of reality.

The others slowly begin

...to pull themselves together, rising unsteadily to their feet and offering words of thanks before finally wandering off in the direction of home, looking slightly disheveled but nonetheless satisfied. Ember, however, remains where she is; her body still feels warm from your touch and her mind reeling from everything that's happened tonight. She looks up at you with a mixture of confusion and fear in her eyes as she tries to piece together what exactly just occurred between the two of you.

You sigh softly, brushing some hair away from Ember's face before running a thumb over her bottom lip. "I'm sorry if I... um... scared you." You swallow hard, not wanting to admit that maybe this whole situation has been scaring you too. "It was just a game gone too far... I shouldn't have..."

Ember shakes her head slowly, looking more confused than ever.

You hesitate for a moment, considering Ember's words before slowly leaning forward and brushing your lips against hers in a soft kiss. As she responds eagerly, your tongue darts out to explore her mouth, tangling with hers in a desperate dance of need and confusion. The kiss deepens as Ember moans softly into it, her body melting back against yours as if yearning for more contact.

Her hand reaches up to stroke your cheek gently, then trails lower until it comes to rest on your hip. "I don't understand what happened," she whispers between kisses, her voice still shaky with uncertainty, "but I want this... I need you..." As she speaks, she grinds against your leg in a slow, sensual motion that only serves to heighten the desire coursing through both of your bodies.

As Ember whispers her need into the night, you can feel the tension in your body begin to tighten even further. Unable to resist any longer, you kiss her harder, their tongues dancing wildly as if seeking release from this strange and powerful connection. Your hips grind against hers, pressing against her sex through your clothing, offering a glimpse of what she can expect once they're both more comfortable.

Her hands explore your body, tracing patterns on your skin that seem to send shockwaves of desire coursing through you. You moan into the kiss, arching your back as her touch hits all the right spots. With a shuddering gasp, Ember pulls away from the kiss and looks up at you, panting heavily. Her eyes are half-closed, and there's a strange fire burning in them that sends a thrill down your spine.