Fucking Devil

Her chubby partner nervously adjusted her formal dress that hugged her plump bosom in an elegant choice along her comfy marine blue skirt and fishnet pantyhose.

She wore a pair of tight jeans showing a good portion of her feminine curves, not that she was a bombshell, she looked tomboyish with her short red hair.

Feeling a bit nervous, she unbuttoned her blouse to show her perky B-cups in the rose bra, to take a breath of confidence for the moment, she couldn't let he know that was her first time in the job, with a woman.

“Yes I do, I do! But are you sure it will work? It won't hurt or give me cooties, or something weird? I heard that some of your brews are a dud,” The fatty had some self-respect, after all, behind those thick-framed glasses was Bella Thornton, Secretary of the Bureau of Large Supernatural Holistic Investigation Teams, or 'bullshit' as most employees called it after the government cuts through the years.

She sported some good chunks of huggable meat under the layers of fat in her tight dress.

Thick thighs, round face, a lovely smile and a hunger for sex that her fiancée, boss, and courageous coworkers couldn't satisfy.

“It's either that or join a gym, I won't offer it again, I'm leaving,” The short woman picked her lab coat from a chair and stepped out the way of her rotund companion to leave the room.

“All right, I'll take it, just get it up quick and don't make a mess, I didn't know which size you are, but the files says it's always huge so I got magnums, is it okay for you, Megan?” The fat girl pulled the three-pack of XL condoms from her purse, hanged in the same old chair.

“My thing won't get you pregnant, you know? The fluid is a lubricant for the energy transfer, it doesn't carry sperms, ah, fuck that, gimme the rubbers,” Megan mumbled, pulling a small opaque plastic yellow perfume flask with a faux golden spray cap.

“I bet you say that for all your girlfriends, well, no bag no tag, okay?” Bella crossed her large arms over her bosom, impatient for her meaty treat.

“Don't tell boss about this or we're both screwed, this was from the Japan smuggler shipment, I borrowed some for my own use, it was to be incinerated anyway,” Megan smiled before looking Bella in the eyes a last time.

Applying the perfume to her neck and a bit on her throat, the effects were immediate.

Her pupils changed from the usual greenish blue to fiendish red, she moaned low, as her skin itched and burned, nipples pressed against the fabric like fresh rivets against a steel bar on a hot summer day.

Veins pulsed strong as her heartbeat increased, a wave of warm nerve-teasing libido washing her body as steam in a hot shower, her body covering in a fine film of sweat.

“Are you all right? I'm scared to death with your face, it sure works fast,” Bella scorned, caressing her childish features.

Megan smirked with a sinister sight over Bella's DD bosom, her own nipples hardening in the tight fabric, struggling to swell as her tits gained cleavage, excited with the girl's transformation.

“You've never fucked a demon before, I see,” Megan carefully put the flask on her coat pocket, opening a magnum pack with her pointed teeth, her eyes gleaming with desire. “What about a woman? Did you?”

“I had an incubus boyfriend but he was gay, so we haven't made it, he only wanted to kiss my feet and feel me up, I never saw one as, oh my, that's it... Oh god, it's... It's weird!” Bella watched as the bulge groaned its way up Megan's crotch, steadily growing wider and larger each second.

“You won’t chicken out, will you? I'm ready,” Megan unzipped her jeans and let the towering 8” serpent unfold, throbbing loud on her delicate hands while she rolled the condom over its length.

“Okay, so how do we do it? You're short, so I think I'll use the chair, damn, this is rotten, I'm not sure it will last any longer,” Bella scorned again, knowing she would be even spicier when provoked.

“Keep it there, I won't need it, grrr!” Megan hated b

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