Succubus Demoted

“You’re incompetent!” bellowed Sariel’s overseer, his fiery red skin literally catching ablaze as he reprimanded the succubus, “Three times IN A ROW you let yourself get summoned into a salt circle. Three times IN A ROW I had to recall your useless spirit up from the pit. Are you an idiot, or just spectacularly careless?”
Sariel, the succubus, kicked her feet petulantly as she waited for the lecture to be over. She hadn’t let herself get banished on purpose, after all; sometimes you got summoned and there was a horny teenager looking to sell his soul for an evening’s pleasure on the other side, other times it was a group of self-righteous puritans and you got sent straight to the pit. That was just how the job worked. Perhaps she could have been a little more careful and avoided being summoned and banished by the same daemon-hunter three consecutive times, but, like, whatever.
“I don’t get what the big deal is,” she complained, interrupting her overseer’s furious monologue with a sentence, “So what, you have to resummon me? Isn’t that, like, your job?” she wound a strand of dark hair around her finger, pouting at him seductively. Her bat-like wings fluttered in the constant updraft of Hell, framing a body that could only be described as supernaturally arousing – tall, lithe, yet curvy and full everywhere a man (or demon) might hope. She blinked slowly up at him as he began to blatantly stare, shifting her barely-covered chest subtly forwards for his appraisal. She had him.

However – and to her great surprise – the overseer growled, tearing his gaze away from her perfect body with a mighty effort.
“Not this time, succubus,” he spat, squinting narrowly at her from the corner of his eye, “I have better things to do with my time than resummon you from the pit every six hours, and I’m not going to fall for your petty tricks again. This time, you’re going to learn your damned lesson.”
“Ugh!” the succubus rolled her eyes, irritated. Since when had the overseers become so resilient? Once upon a time, they’d been so perpetually worked-up that a plucky succubus could get them to agree to almost anything just by leaning forwards a little. Where in Hell had they learned self-control? Maybe it was a new overseer-training program or something. “Whatever,” she scowled, “Your punishments are always lame. Just get it over with so I can get back to work. I have, like, twelve souls to take by the end of this week.”
“Oh, you’re going to get back to work,” the overseer rumbled ominously, “But it’s not going to be as a succubus. I’m demoting you.”
Sariel actually yelped at that, crimson eyes widening.
“Wh-what? You can’t do that!” she squeaked, “I’ve been a succubus for, like, six thousand years!”
“Then you should have learned how to avoid getting banished with all that practice. No, I’m demoting you… to an imp.”
Sariel barely had time to wail before he gestured at her, fire bursting from his horns and eyes. The burning flames washed over her slender figure with furious purpose, and in an instant her body began to change.
She almost lost her balance as she shrank towards the ground, losing three feet from her height in an instant as she tumbled downwards. A moment later she felt her horns wither, reduced to little more than pathetic nubs of bone atop her head, and her impressive wings burned away to a fraction of their former size.
Worse than any of that, though, was what happened to her body. Her perfect, womanly curves shrank and shifted as her figure changed in moments, her bust bulging disproportionately forwards even as her butt and hips swelled to match, widening and softening beyond the standards of conventional beauty. She wobbled again on her feet as her centre of balance shifted, lurching first forwards as her breasts swelled out heavily, then backwards as her backside ballooned outwards and sideways all at once. Even her toned belly began to bulge with a noticeable layer of pudge, her defined muscles melting away to be replaced by curvy softness – a pattern repeated across her body as her thighs turned plump and exaggeratedly shapely, her arms became chubby, and her face roundened from the perfect, harsh beauty of a succubus to a sly look that could only be described as, well, impish.

Finally the transformation was over, leaving her swaying precariously to and fro within her chunky new body. She gazed down at herself, blinking at the foreign landscape of her oversized breasts, rounded belly and ridiculously curvaceous rear.
“Turn me back!” she squealed, stamping her foot furiously – and sending both expansive bust and backside jiggling with the sharp motion, “Turn me back right now!”
The overseer only laughed, however, evidently very much amused by her reaction.
“Not a chance, succubus – or rather, I suppose, imp. I’ll reassess your punishment in another two-hundred years. Until then, you work with your new peers down in the armouries. Now shoo!”
He waved a hand, and enraged, furious, yet utterly impotent, Sariel stomped out of the room, her new pudgy body jiggling and quivering around her as she stormed away, trying not to imagine the raucous laughter of her fellow succubi when they realised that their chunky new imp assistant was actually a former peer.