Incubus 1

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?"

He would be called by a woman; this much he knew and expected.  What he did not expect, however, is that the woman would be at least two heads taller than him, with breasts that could put most succubi to shame.  The incubus was not particularly tall - indeed, he was slightly below average in height - but this didn't excuse his first glimpse of the mortal world of being so... plump and pendulous.

"Hey." The owner of the breasts waved a hand in front of his line of sight before pointing up at her face. "Eyes."  The incubus looked up to long-haired brunette smiling back at him. "Don't worry, a lot of people are surprised when they see me.  It's good to see the ritual worked, though." She looked him over. "How old are you?"

He made an attempt to turn the charm back on as he casually brushed a lock of hair back. "Two hundred and sixty-"

"Oh, right.  Demon years.  Let me rephrase that: If you were a human, how old would you be?"

"I would have just turned eighteen," he replied, after a moment of thought.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, good.  For a minute there I was worried that you might be too..." She trailed off.

"Too young?"

"...yyyyyyeah." She coughed into her fist as she quickly composed herself. "I'm sorry, where are my manners?  I'm Nicole Stenam.  You know why you're here, obviously."

"Of course."

"Have you done this before?"

"It's in my nature to please women."

"That's not what I asked," a faint, amused smile crossing her lips. "I asked if you did this before."

"I have not been summoned before, no."

"So you've gone out on your own."

"No."

"So you haven't done this before."

He hesitated, his cool demeanor quickly crumbling. "No."

Nicole laughed. "It's okay!  You need to start somewhere!  Now..." She began pacing the room, twirling a finger in the air as she thought.  "Being an incubus means you need to satisfy my desires, right?"

He nodded. "That's right."

"But you don't know them, and this is your first time, so how about this." She stopped, turning to face him. "I'll tell you what I want, okay?"

"Okay."

"So you just follow my instructions, and do what I say, and everything will be just fine.  Okay?"

"Okay."

"Is it a deal?"

"It's a deal."

Nicole beamed. "Good!  Now, about my desires.  When it comes to men, I like them..." She leaned in close, lowering her voice to a breathy whisper. "-Big.-"

"Big?"

She straightened up. "Big."

"Simple enough." Opening his mouth wide, he drew in a deep breath of air.  A gentle curve began to appear on his trim stomach, and Nicole watched as a modest belly quickly appeared on his trim frame.  He closed his mouth, resting his hands on his stomach. "Is this what you desired?"

"Yes, but..." She gestured, spreading her hands then raising one up. "...more."

The incubus nodded, then resumed pulling in breaths.  His stomach grew inch by inch, rising but never quite falling back to the same size.  Hanging off of his frame, it gently bobbed in time to his breathing, pushing out towards Nicole.

The swelling spread elsewhere as his chest and shoulders filled out, adding further pneumatic bulk to his frame.  Another few inhales and his arms grew thick, doubling in width.  Shortly thereafter the creaking of leather heralded the widening of his legs and hips as his pants were filled to capacity, then stretched beyond that.  He looked almost fat, Nicole noted, were it not for the weightless, bouyant look of his body.

She watched as he huffed and puffed, gaining in all directions.  His chest pushed out, almost but not quite keeping pace with his stomach, giving his torso a pear-like shape.  His limbs had begun swelling to the point where he could not bend them all the way, limiting his movement.

For a second he paused before leaning back, opening his mouth wide and sucking down a deep torrent of air, his stomach growing larger than a beach ball as inches were added to his waistline.  Clamping his mouth shut he flexed his arms, straining as his belly began to groan.  With a series of creaks it slowly returned to its previous, albeit massive size as the incubus gradually grew taller, the air inside him moving and shifting.  Letting out a sigh of relief he resumed breathing, now inflating up as well as out.

Nicole quietly stepped to the side, circling around and leaning into him from behind.  His breath caught in his throat as her breasts pressed against his back, warm and soft.  Her hands encircled him; one gently brushed along the side of his belly as the other slid down to the bulge between his legs.  Her breath was hot as she whispered into his ear. "So, you haven't told me your name yet."

"I... I really shouldn't say-"

"Really?  Even when we're becoming so..." She gently stroked him, and he trembled at her touch. "...close?"

"Well-"

"You can trust me."

"Lilu," he said finally.  "Lilu Giostou-Vual-Doulostou-Empusae."

She laughed quietly. "You know, Lilu, if you're ever getting a bit... -uncomfortable-, you can always tell me.  I'm willing to stop if you are."

"No!" He quickly composed himself. "No, that's not necessary."

"Really?  If you say so." Her voice was like wine, sweet and intoxicating. "Now... grow for me."

Lilu was happy to oblige.

Each breath made him bigger: Stomach growing wider, limbs growing fatter, body growing higher.  Nicole smiled, feeling him swell beneath her fingers, honeyed words urging him on.  Within moments he was at Nicole's height, and half as wide as he was tall.  His arms hung at an angle by his sides, and his legs were so wide he was forced to stand with them spread lest he fall over.  Most prominent of all was his gut, blown up to the size of a beanbag chair; Nicole circled back around, tracing a finger along its side, drawing a lazy circle around a navel sunk deep into his belly.

"So," Lilu said, "is this more to your liking?"

Nicole smiled. "It is.  I think you'll be perfect.  But there's just one more thing..."

With one smooth motion she drew a plain black collar from her pocket and, leaning into him, wrapped it around his neck before snapping it shut.  She took a step back as Lilu struggled to reach it, his bloated arms waving feebly a foot from his head.

"By the seals of Solomon and the words of the contract, I, Nicole Stenam, do bind Lilu Giostou-Vual-Doulostou-Empusae to my service!"

Lilu's neck tingled briefly, and the color drained from his face as his jaw went slack.  His arms fell to his sides as he stared at Nicole in utter disbelief.

"Hey." She reached out, pushing his jaw closed with her index finger. "Don't feel bad.  You're not the first incubus this has happened to, and I know for a fact that this isn't the worst 'first time' anyone's had, human -or- demon.  Besides, you were in Hell.  You can't honestly tell me that this-" She gestured around her. "-is worse than Hell."

"I... suppose not?"

"There, you see?  And hey." Nicole leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him as best she could and giving him a gentle squeeze. "Do you think I would keep you around if you weren't cute?"

Lilu blinked before giving her a faint smile.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, he thought.

"Just think of all the -fun- we can have."

On second thought...