Freya Dolly cast A Sinful Treat against you. Critical hit! Her spell lowered your willpower by 50.62. [108.0000 / 100.00 TF energy] After a short while, pleasuring yourself finally wore you out. You look over yourself - now clearly being a sexy demoness. Your instincts quite clearly instruct you on how you will be spending your days from now on... your craving for seduction will never fully subside, the longing for the lust of others deep inside you is now part of your nature... and you are quite ready to take on the world. Except one thing... you still wanted more of that wine. It's quite odd, concidering your transformation is already complete, but it seems addictive properties were just a side effect, and it is not gone. You bite your lip, looking at the remains of the bottle that shattered against the floor earlier. Damn it. Then, suddenly, a bright burst of sickly looking emerald fire lit up the surroundings. You shield your eyes, but in a moment the combustion is gone, leaving behind... a demoness. One not very different from yourself. Wearig an apron with a cute blushing cookie picture on it, she looks rather peaceful... and yet your senses go nuts, alerting you of possible danger, coming from the older and much more experienced succibi. Your tail instinctively curls closer to you in a defensive manner, and she chuckles:
- "Don't you worry, sweetheart, I am not here to harm you. You see, I was looking for the bottle, but, as it seems, I am too late." - she says, and pauses, carefully studying your naked body. The longing look that overtakes your eyes, upon hearing about the wine bottle, does not escape her perceptive gaze: - "Addictive, isn't it?" - she shakes her head: - "It will pass, but withdrawal is a pain to deal with. Tell you what..." - she snaps her fingers, and in a blink of an eye your body is adorned in a maid uniform - rather revealing, but not to the point of vulgarity. She continues: - "I could always use helping hands in the castle, in exchange for more of that wine for you. Sounds like a gair deal?"
After a brief hesitation, you nod. After all, you can always quit and power through the wirthdrawal. It's not like you were not already looking at drastic changes in your life... (100%)
You have been fully transformed into a Succubine Maid!

Freya Dolly cast A Sinful Treat against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 25.31. [86.4000 / 100.00 TF energy] Your heart thumps hard, like a drum. You want more... more... more... your initial confusion over the strange thoughts that invaded your mind is long gone. You happily embrace the stream of lewd visages flowin through your consciousness as you masturbate in a feverish haze. Your skin feels like it's burning up all over your body, becoming more sensitive, more recepting for touch. If you were to open your eyes, you'd notice that it is now has taken an exotic bright reddish hue. But your eyes are focusing, daydreaming of anothers hands greedily caressing and groping your body, as you make their lust consume them. Following the insane compulsion, you undress completely, taking a few minutes to admire the perfection of your naked body, the unusual skin tone only making you more attractive somehow. With this, seducing both men and women to act on your whims and desires should be no problem. So easy... just give them whatever it is their perverted, buried inner self wants, and in a short while they are enslaved by their own lust and desires - which only you can satisfy. Yess... the mere thoughts of this are arousig you to no end, furthering your downfall into the fiery embrace of corruption. The pressure at the base of your spine preceeds the development of the new appendage of yours - as a long, thin, flexible tail, similar to a leather whip, grows out your backside. It extends further and further all the way to the ground, and further. Instinctively you curve it a little, to avoid dragging over the floor. In a brief sting of pleasure the tip of your new tail swells up, taking a spade-like shape, very common for the demonkind. Your mind continues to wander in the waves of perversion, but the addition to your body catches enough attention to warrant a test. You curl it inward, the tip passing between your legs, and press the tip against your still soaking and quivering entrance. The spade was rather wide, so it talk a bit of effort of your wiggling tail to force it's way inside your tight womanhood. Your knees wobble as you moan in delight, feeling your own flesh and you push the tail tip as far inside as it goes. Not only your pussy is eagerly drowning in deligt, but the tail itself turns out to be able to experience pleasure. Ngh, yes-s, girls are definitely still on your menu with this... you fuck yourself with your own tail vigorously, feeling the new defelopments forming in your head. Through the pleasured haze, you brush your long, red hair aside to make way for your growing horns that get longer and thicker, curvig around your head slightly. As soo as the changes complete their course, you finally orgasm, feeling the cool air around with a wanton scream of extasy. (86.400%)

Freya Dolly cast A Sinful Treat against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 25.31. [75.6000 / 100.00 TF energy] Your mind is nearly gone, or at least the logical reason within it. Your body has long embraced what's happening to it, and wants more. So, so desperately wants. It's very difficult to ignore the longings of your own flesh, and you aren't even sure you want to. Your palms sure don't at least, as they eagerly explore the sensitivity of your petite breasts, and even more eagerly - the mind-blanking pleasure of caressing the folds of your new entrance. Womanhood generously rewards you mind with vast amounts of pleasure for quite a while, and you moan out loud, not paying any attention to your voice completely locking itself in a high and pleasant feminine pitch. There is no denying that playing with your sex is intencely pleasurable, but you still remain unsutisfied, no matter how much effort you put in. A groan of frustration escapes your plump lips. You squint towards the unfinished bottle. There is barely any hesitation, you are way too horny to think straight, and you've already gone this far - not much left to lose. In desperate attempt to bring yourself to a release, you grab the cursed drink and chug the remaining liquid greedily, the hasty gulps not quite keeping up with it's stream, as the crimson trails drip over your face messily. But you are not in the position to care. The empty bottle falls on the floor, not needed anymore, as another wanton moan escape your lips. Your body convulses uncontrollably, as fire from the consumed liquid is spreading throughout your whole being, slowly consuming you in waves of overwhelming, powerful, all-encompassing LUST. You drop on you knees, as your shapely legs feel weak all of a sudden, and gasp for air. Your body succumbs to another wave of changes, further pronouncing it's femininity - your hips push further about, rear swelling up a little to accomodate for that. Pressure builds up in your petite bosom, making you moan and squirm aching for release from it - which comes shortly after, as the flesh on your chest grows, generously creating numerous new nerve endings on the added surface area. More unwilling that unable to restrain yourself, you cup your new well-pronounced tits in your hands, massaging them. Lustful imagery of what you could do with them fills your mind, as the sinful flame inside reaches your head. You picture a cock betwen the fleshy orbs, grinding in the prison of your skin, as you milk the poor unsuspecting man of his essence... wait, what? (75.600%)

Freya Dolly cast A Sinful Treat against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 25.31. [64.8000 / 100.00 TF energy] Your mind is nearly gone, or at least the logical reason within it. Your body has long embraced what's happening to it, and wants more. So, so desperately wants. It's very difficult to ignore the longings of your own flesh, and you aren't even sure you want to. Your palms sure don't at least, as they eagerly explore the sensitivity of your petite breasts, and even more eagerly - the mind-blanking pleasure of caressing the folds of your new entrance. Womanhood generously rewards you mind with vast amounts of pleasure for quite a while, and you moan out loud, not paying any attention to your voice completely locking itself in a high and pleasant feminine pitch. There is no denying that playing with your sex is intencely pleasurable, but you still remain unsutisfied, no matter how much effort you put in. A groan of frustration escapes your plump lips. You squint towards the unfinished bottle. There is barely any hesitation, you are way too horny to think straight, and you've already gone this far - not much left to lose. In desperate attempt to bring yourself to a release, you grab the cursed drink and chug the remaining liquid greedily, the hasty gulps not quite keeping up with it's stream, as the crimson trails drip over your face messily. But you are not in the position to care. The empty bottle falls on the floor, not needed anymore, as another wanton moan escape your lips. Your body convulses uncontrollably, as fire from the consumed liquid is spreading throughout your whole being, slowly consuming you in waves of overwhelming, powerful, all-encompassing LUST. You drop on you knees, as your shapely legs feel weak all of a sudden, and gasp for air. Your body succumbs to another wave of changes, further pronouncing it's femininity - your hips push further about, rear swelling up a little to accomodate for that. Pressure builds up in your petite bosom, making you moan and squirm aching for release from it - which comes shortly after, as the flesh on your chest grows, generously creating numerous new nerve endings on the added surface area. More unwilling that unable to restrain yourself, you cup your new well-pronounced tits in your hands, massaging them. Lustful imagery of what you could do with them fills your mind, as the sinful flame inside reaches your head. You picture a cock betwen the fleshy orbs, grinding in the prison of your skin, as you milk the poor unsuspecting man of his essence... wait, what? (64.800%)

Freya Dolly cast A Sinful Treat against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 25.31. [54.0000 / 100.00 TF energy] Well, this escalated quickly... you hug your knees rocking back and forth, looking at the damned - literally - bottle with a mix of contrasting hatred and longing. Too late have you caught the narcotic-like addictive effect of the innocent booze. Your body have gone far past the point which you were still comfortable with, the curves and seductive sultry look of your new face along with the cnstantly aroused, aching womanhood leave you unwilling to find out what the liquid has in store for you at the end of this journey. You are still - technically - yoursef and all you can do is pray for your own willpower to be enough to overcome this insatiable longing for more of the sweet crimson liquid that makes you feel so good... with that thought, you reach out towards the green glass container, but withdraw your hand just in time. No! You're stronger than this! You can overcome the... whatever it is. The thoughts bring a surge of confidence and determination - just enough for you to finally force yourself to destroy the object of your longing. Quickly, your arm rushes forward, grabbing the neck of the bottle, as if it was and actual neck of an enemy that you want to snap. You pick the hated container up to smash it against the floor, lift it up... but there is no sound of breakig glass, for some reason. The next conscious moment of your mind is you are chugging the magic booze greedily from the bottle. You immediately pull yourself away, but it's too late. A wave of devilishly pleasant fire washes over your veins, making you writhe in pleasure. Your womanhood goes from mildly aroused into an overwhelming orgasm in a matter of secconds, this time giving you more pleasure than you thought you were physically capabl of feeling. Your nipples become uncharacteristically stiff, swelling up - as does your chest, pronouncing itsef just a little more. Again, your body comes to a climax - without even being touched. Your womanhood gives up the resistance towards the changes, and you feel your labia puffing up, producing seemingly myriads of new nerve endings to feel pleasure with on the newly eveloped area. You hand reaches towars your enchanced, still aroused, pussy with some hesitation... (54.00%)

Freya Dolly cast A Sinful Treat against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 25.31. [43.2000 / 100.00 TF energy] Well, this escalated quickly... you hug your knees rocking back and forth, looking at the damned - literally - bottle with a mix of contrasting hatred and longing. Too late have you caught the narcotic-like addictive effect of the innocent booze. Your body have gone far past the point which you were still comfortable with, the curves and seductive sultry look of your new face along with the cnstantly aroused, aching womanhood leave you unwilling to find out what the liquid has in store for you at the end of this journey. You are still - technically - yoursef and all you can do is pray for your own willpower to be enough to overcome this insatiable longing for more of the sweet crimson liquid that makes you feel so good... with that thought, you reach out towards the green glass container, but withdraw your hand just in time. No! You're stronger than this! You can overcome the... whatever it is. The thoughts bring a surge of confidence and determination - just enough for you to finally force yourself to destroy the object of your longing. Quickly, your arm rushes forward, grabbing the neck of the bottle, as if it was and actual neck of an enemy that you want to snap. You pick the hated container up to smash it against the floor, lift it up... but there is no sound of breakig glass, for some reason. The next conscious moment of your mind is you are chugging the magic booze greedily from the bottle. You immediately pull yourself away, but it's too late. A wave of devilishly pleasant fire washes over your veins, making you writhe in pleasure. Your womanhood goes from mildly aroused into an overwhelming orgasm in a matter of secconds, this time giving you more pleasure than you thought you were physically capabl of feeling. Your nipples become uncharacteristically stiff, swelling up - as does your chest, pronouncing itsef just a little more. Again, your body comes to a climax - without even being touched. Your womanhood gives up the resistance towards the changes, and you feel your labia puffing up, producing seemingly myriads of new nerve endings to feel pleasure with on the newly eveloped area. You hand reaches towars your enchanced, still aroused, pussy with some hesitation... (43.200%)

Freya Dolly cast A Sinful Treat against you. Critical hit! Her spell lowered your willpower by 50.62. [32.4000 / 100.00 TF energy] You've almost finished a half of the bottle all by yourself, but even in your hazy mind you note that feelig this drunk from that is weird - and suspicious, to say the least. You look over yourself, noting how very fragile and gentle your figure has become, with slender arms, wide hips and rather petite frame. You should probably stop before these changes take any more drastic turns, the voice of reason says... but this stuff is so good! Your sense of danger is clearly greatly inhibited by now, as you chug from the bottle again. And again, your body is rewarded with a wave of intense pleasure. Very physical, carnal, almost orgasmic variety... although, why stop at 'almost'? Your cheeks become warm and produce an uncharacteristically cute blush of aroual as you reailise that you just climaxed, squirting feminine juices straight into the fabric of your panties. Your body continues to surf the waves of pleasure, as you feel the bones and flesh of your head - mainly in the facial area - shift around, lips plumping up pleasantly. Meanwhile the fabric, wrapping your still quivering sex, fels moister by the second. Your pussy aches for more stimulation, as if all the nerve endings in it bundle up closer to each other. Flesh in your legs shifts, too, changing their shape and elongating them a little. You catch your breath after the changes subside and look at the bottle with growing hesitation. (32.400%)

Freya Dolly cast A Sinful Treat against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 25.31. [10.8000 / 100.00 TF energy] The wine is good... the bottle, very subtly labeled "DRINK ME", was just sitting here. Of course, you weren't born yesterday, and meticulously checked the bottle and it's contents for any suspicious magic, expecting a trap. But since there was nothing, you began drinking - which is exactly how you found yourself in current position. You lift the bottle and take another sip of the bright crimson liquid, admiring the wonderful sweet taste washing over your tongue. The drink brings warmth into your body, perhaps a bit faster than it should... not that you're complaining. With the majority of the bottle left to go, you sip again, and suddenly the taste of it bathes your body in a wave of intence pleasure. Like all of your nerve endings suddenly went into the most relaxed and receptive state, all while a stream of warm water washes over them akin to caressing hand. You groan in satisfaction, feeling every inch of your body like never before. Suddenly your hips crunch audibly, bones spreading a little farther apart, making your curves there more pronounced. Your rar fills out a little more to accomodate. You pause, expecting more changes, but nothing else happens. A minor shift in your physique is hardly a big price to pay for this amazing feeling, you think. (10.800%)