Male/Female

NOTE: This story came from me and my wife’s experiences and experimentations with her wearing a tankini in a hot tub, and how she makes herself inflate in it. Read my posts detailing our fun in the forums under “Swimsuit inflation in all the right places.”

“I know that you get a kick out of it,” she said with a mischievous grin. “I don’t wear my other swimsuit sometimes, because I know that it happens only when I were this one, and what that does to you.”

Writing the "incident" off as just a dream - Shannon found it to be a better term for what happened than "transformation and indulgence in deviant yet absurdly satisfying sexual desires" - proved to be an immediate impossibility; Caitlin was positively glowing the next time she saw her.  Fortunately her transformation had been thorough enough that she didn't recognize her as being the one who visited her that night.  Either that or she was being discrete in public.

The door flew open as Alexa entered the dorm, moving with a carefree attitude that only came with a total lack of concern about noise complaints.  As Shannon came in behind her she pointed across the room at the incubus before waving. "Yo Lilu, my man!  How's it hangin'?"

Lilu nodded in acknowledgement. "Hello, Alexa.  Everything is as well as it can be."

"A'ight, that's cool." She dropped a metal tray of brownies on the kitchen counter as she breezed through. "Nicole here?"

In a plume of sulphur and brimstone he arrived, kneeling in the center of the sigil.  He slowly rose on sandaled feet, leather pants clinging to his lean body.  The candles lining the room cast it in a dark glow, illuminating his deep purple skin, raven black hair, and two dark horns curling back from his forehead.  He straightened out, his mouth upturned in roguish smile as he opened his eyes, an unnatural gold on black. "So, is it you who..." His smile fell. "...summoned... me?"