The Perfect Costume

Charlotte surveyed the guys at the Halloween party. The guy she picked would have to be just right; strong and with lots of energy, but not too domineering. She would need him to leave all this behind. In the dark, no-one could make out the careful details that she'd picked for tonight. Her costume, Wednesday Addams, didn't seem see-through. But it was.

Luke had noticed Charlotte right away. He loved the goth look and tattoos, and her pigtails were the icing on the cake. She met his gaze across the room. Yes, she thought, he's the one.

Soon she was leading him to an empty bedroom, her heart pounding. Pounding because she'd never done anything like this before, never seduced a man. And pounding because tonight she'd finally get the body of her dreams.

Charlotte had long been unhappy with her body. She tried to love it, but never could, not really. She didn't want to be skinny, flat chested, and short. She wanted to be a goddess. And through magic she had found a way.

Luke did not share Charlotte's low opinion of her body. As they kissed, and she knelt before him, pulling out his cock, he only thought how beautiful she was, how cute. He felt like the luckiest guy in town.

Luke's erection filled Charlotte's mouth. He was gentle and respectful, bit his hard on was like iron. Kneeling down like this, he seemed so big to her... That would soon change. In her head she began reciting the spell over and over, rehearsing it. She knew the blowjob wouldn't be enough - the way would have to be prepared with a thorough fucking.

Luke pulled her panties to one side and went to lick her pussy. "No," said Charlotte, "I just want your dick. Please put it in me." Luke loved to give oral, to see a woman feel that pleasure, but he also wanted to give her what she demanded. He stood and pressed his hardness into her tight, wet cunt. 

"Fuuuuck," she moaned as he picked up pace, using long strokes to draw out the experience. She pulled at her dress, slipping out of it. He flipped her over and entered her again, reaching even deeper in that position. He pulled her cute pigtails, and she began to close in on her orgasm.

Maybe I can't do this to him, she thought. He seems really nice, generous. He's clean, he has manners, he's a really good fuck - was it fair? She squealed as she hovered on the edge of cumming.

No, her resolve had to remain. She was going to get the thing she wanted, and this was the only way. She had to do it.

"My asshole... Please fuck my ass, I need it."

Luke was kind of shocked, but there was no way he was turning this down. A cute goth who wanted it in the ass on the first night? It was a jackpot.

Charlotte had prepared herself before coming out, stretching her hole with a plug and lubing herself up. Luke slid in easily.

"That's right... Use me, use my fucking ass!" Charlotte was close now, and the closer together their orgasms were the easier this would be. "Are you going to cum baby?" Luke moaned his affirmation. "Please keep going a little longer... You're going to make me... make me... Uhhhhhh-aaaah!"

Charlotte's pussy gushed as her asshole spasmed around Luke's cock. She went limp, so Luke scooped her up and sat her on top of him. He was sweating and grunting, lifting and then pulling her down onto his dick over and over.

The time was now. Charlotte began to chant her spell, completing the loop of ancient words as she was mercilessly buttfucked.

"Anadsha gadest hulamid, hulamid gadest anadsha," she whimpered. "Calad debor Elvirada, me tromida." Luke's hand reached up to wrap gently around her throat, and, with a final intense thrust, Luke shot his cum feel inside her sweet, clenching ass.

At first, there was no way for Luke to know something was wrong. It felt like one of the biggest, best orgasms of his life. But it didn't stop. He kept pumping into her, unable to stop, his cum being compelled from his body. And when there was no more cum to give, Luke felt the strange sensation of his extremities crumpling as his very essence flooded into Charlotte's asshole. He tried to scream when he saw his fingers deflating like little balloons, but it was if every part of him, every effort, every noise, every thought, was flowing through his cock. In response, his erection grew, now longer, thicker and harder than it had ever been.

Charlotte's body vibrated as Luke's energy filled her. It felt glorious, as if she'd been plugged into the mains. But she knew that this was just the first part of her journey, that this would pale next to the wonder still to come.

Luke's flesh atrophied everywhere apart from his cock, his skin dulling, eyes sinking. Soon his skin was stretched tight over his skeleton, his musculature having ebbed to nothing. He felt next to nothing except the drawn out orgasm, the constant flow into Charlotte. His organs were collapsing, dissolving, every cell being milked. Though he could no longer see or hear, Luke realised that his body was ceasing to be. His brain disintegrated, and his skull caved in as his bones lost their shape.

Charlotte stood and lifted her aching ass off Luke in time to see the remnants of his body, which now resembled some dry, grey rags, shrink and pull themselves into the base of a large, hard, pink dick. She held it - it looked for all the world like a dildo, but it pulsed with life and heat.

She kissed it tenderly. "I'm sorry, but this is all for a glorious end. If it's any consolation, you were a wonderful lover." Charlotte cleaned herself up, wiped the dildo that had been Luke down and put him into her handbag. She dressed and slipped out through the party and into the night.

Luke felt nothing, sensed nothing, thought nothing. He existed, only existed, cut off from the parts of himself that were capable of feeling, reasoning, remembering. But he was still there, still - somehow - alive.

Luke was placed on a stone slab. Charlotte ran her fingers over his turgid surface. "It's nearly midnight. I need you for a ceremony - I'm going to give myself a new life. Power and beauty will be mine." Her body crackled with energy, sparks jumping periodically from her toes and fingertips to the ground, to Luke's penis body, through her hair. She was glowing, her once pale skin radiating heat.

She rubbed a strange perfumed oil over her skin. "Your life force is in me - I am going to use it in an offering to the goddess of the night. And she will gift me a new form."

"The time is now." Candles were lit around the room, strange symbols revealed on floor and walls in the flickering light. Charlotte took cock-Luke from the pedestal and began rubbing him over her cunt. She chanted her spell, different this time but still low, insistent, mesmerising. The candles suddenly erupted in intensity, streaming hellfire into the room. 

"Yes, my dark goddess! Burn through me, remake me and step once more into this world! Use the strength of this man to shape my body as your own!" Charlotte pushed the huge phallus into her pussy, stretching herself painfully, and then began to ram it into herself, drawing a violent orgasm which caused her abused pelvic muscles to clamp down hard on what was left of Luke. The dildo melted away, seeping into her flesh. All that was solid of Luke was gone now.

But Luke thought again. Felt again. As his cock body rejoined the life essence inside Charlotte, his spirit became whole.

Charlotte felt a great power well up inside her. She could feel energy in every fingertip, in her toes, in her pussy and nipples. But the power in her centre was pushing her out to those extremities. Her limbs lengthened, her body gained weight, breasts rapidly pushing out. The tattoos on her skin slid and snaked over her body, finding new places, new shapes. Her hair, previously fine in nature, seemed to double in its darkness, each strand thickening and strengthening. She aged through her twenties and into her thirties, gathering only more beauty as she changed. Charlotte could feel everything, but that was almost all she could do. Her memories, her ideas, the notion of what she was seemed to alter. She was no longer in control of her body.

Luke's essence was pushing Charlotte out of her own mind and body.

Charlotte's face reshaped, going from pretty girl to stunning woman, rounding as her eyes grew. Her lips plumped, and inside her mouth her tongue lengthened. The candles roared and a monstrous voice echoed around the room.

"Foolish child. You bear no power here. You may not instruct me. But your offering is welcome. I will twist his soul in my service, and as reward I will let you live on, my daughter. From now you will exist only as his pleasure... and his pain."

The candles exploded, showering Charlotte with wax. Inside her, Luke could now feel the luscious new body he inhabited. He could detect its power, its sexuality. He knew it would bring him adulation, money, influence. As his essence connected with the tight, hot pussy between its legs, Luke knew he could use it. The sweetness dripped out of his soul, leaving wantonness, cruelty, greed and scorn. Luke's fingers found his new clitoris, and stroked as his mind crowded out Charlotte's. She drifted free and the body went into a slack orgasmic spasm, its long tongue hanging free and its eyes crossed. Drool dripped from the tip of its tongue. Wax cooled on its skin.

 

Charlotte ceased to be a person, and then her consciousness splintered, its remnants housed in the nerves of Luke's gorgeous new form. She existed in his clit, and the walls of his pussy and ass. In the pink nipples that crested big, beautiful tits that should have been hers. Some ghost of her remained in his fingertips, his gorgeous lips, along that long tongue.

Luke's mind settled in place as the demoness' black roots wrapped around his soul. "I'm alive again!" He gripped his new body, ran his hands over his bulging breasts. He felt his pussy. All that he was before evaporated. "I'm going to be a bitch," he declared to the magic-wracked room, "a whore. A spiteful, haughty, evil slut. This body deserves worship, and I'll force a thousand men to grovel at my feet!" Shuddering, Luke brought himself to orgasm, erasing the last of his masculinity.

"I feel so good... no... so bad," she moaned. "I know where I need to be." The wax that coated the floor, furniture and parts of Luke's body spontaneously ran together, some dark magic shaping it, colouring it, weaving it into clothing that slithered into place.

Luke's hair stood on end, her dark brunette locks forming into a huge bouffant as the length lay over her shoulders. A vivid red lipstick coated her lips, and over the top eye shadow set in place. Up her long, shapely legs crawled stockings, encasing her waist in a suspender belt and cupping her pussy and ass in black panties. A corset wrapped her body, squeezing it into an unnatural wasp-like hourglass. She rose to her feet, stretching and allowing her big tits to bounce and shake. 

She turned around, showing her full, pert ass to the mirror. "I feel so alive!" she moaned in appreciation. "I love this body!" The wax flowed and solidified into tall stilettos on her feet, lifting her taller, further stretching her muscles and making her rear profile even sexier.

"I need a new name, Luke just won't do. Lilith? Too on the nose... Larkin! I'm Larkin now." She smiled cruelly. Luke's boss was the state governor, and he was throwing a Halloween party too tonight, one for important guests and for which Luke would never have received an invitation. "But doors open when you look like this..." she mused.

Clicking her fingers, the pool of wax ran over her body once more, forming a dress of the darkest black that clung to her, the neck cut deep to reveal her magnificent breasts.

Five hours later, state governor Andrew Taylor had the leaking head of his cock jammed firmly into Larkin's mouth while his wife sobbed outside the locked door.

"She can't do this for you, can she?" Her obscenely long tongue wrapped around the helmet, flicking and caressing his most sensitive spot. "Now show me how much you want this pussy."

At the start of the night, Taylor had been dressed as Danny from Grease, his wife of fifteen years as Sandy. They were in love. He'd never imagined a life without her. Larkin had destroyed that marriage effortlessly.

He licked Larkin's clit and fucked her with two fingers. "You're good at that," she hissed. "Keep going, my pet."

Larkin came hard as Taylor's unprotected erection drove over and over into her. It felt good, great even, but the distressed cries of his wife were the intoxicating edge that really set her off. 

Larkin knelt before Taylor, jacking him relentlessly. He was almost howling with need. "Do you want to cum on my face? On my big tits? Really splatter me with your cream?"

Taylor nodded helplessly.

"Are you going to leave that dried up old cunt out there?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Then give it to me, Mr Governor."

A thick wad of semen splashed Larkin's face, and she licked it eagerly as the remainder coated her breasts.

A year later, Larkin was bending over in the Governor's mansion, the white lingerie she wore for their wedding day in stark opposition to her filthy words.

"Fuck my asshole with your tongue, darling. Get it wet, open it up. I'm giving you my ass tonight."

On their honeymoon, Larkin stood at the hotel window in her negligee. She slipped one shoulder off, revealing her plump right breast. Taylor sat on the bed, jerking off. "That's right my pet, keep going. And while you do we're going to have a little chat about your career."

Five years later, Larkin stood in her bedroom, her body encased in rubber and latex. She displayed her curves to the two men there.

"Please take out your big, beautiful cock for me, James."

"Of course Mrs Taylor." The tall secret service agent stripped, his erection already full and hard. Larkin opened her mouth wide but still found it hard to get the monster dick in. She managed though.

As she sank her pussy down onto it, she could feel her labia stretching, her clit exposed by the sheer girth. James gripped her thigh and his cock, pulling her down but not letting it all in at once. He knew how to handle his gift.

Larkin turned to her husband. "He's good, my pet. He's got such a big dick and he's fucking me so hard." On his knees, in his leash, President Taylor nodded. Tears ran down his face. "When I'm done we'll talk about how you handle the summit tomorrow."

"Yes, mistress."