Grace was in a slump. Physically, she was a relatively attractive woman for her mid-fifties, but age had definitely taken its toll on her body and she knew it. She often reminisced over the silky-smooth skin that had once landscaped her body and the hourglass figure that most women envied. If only she could go back in time to when men really found her beautiful. “I’d give anything to go back to those days!” She thought, “If only there was way.”
Max watched his mom zoned out in the kitchen, he was completely oblivious to her inner struggle of self worth. “Mom!” He called out a bit concerned. “Are you okay? I think you’re burning the pancakes.” He said sniffing the air.
“Huh? Oh!” She said snapping back to reality. She grabbed the spatula and flipped the pancake revealing a blackened burnt exterior. “Shit!” She said under her breath.
Max came over to inspect the damage. “Looks like that one is yours.” He said with a chuckle, making his way to the living room to watch TV.
Grace just sighed. “Life use to be so much more than just pancakes and freeloading sons.” She thought. “I miss when guys would go out of their way to try and win my affection.” Once again her thoughts began to drift to a time of lust, desire, and romance and she fantasized about a better time.
“Mom!” Grace heard from the living room. “You’re burning them again!”
“Son of ahh…” She said flinging the newly made hockey puck out the frying pan and onto a plate.
“Well that doesn’t look appetizing at all,” she heard a grumbly old Irish voice muse.
Grace looked in the direction the voice had come to find a rather short impish man in a black suit and tie sitting on her counter. The man looked to be about 3 feet in height. He had black slicked back hair and two miniature horn stubs that protruded from his heads. His skin had a grey-purple hue to it and his eyes were completely blackened out.
“Who the hell are you?!” Grace yelled out. “Max! Get your ass in here I need you!”
The little imp chuckled revealing sharpened yellow teeth. “He can’t hear you my dear lady. Time has stopped and I’ve come to make a deal.”
Grace looked over to the living room. Her son sat completely still staring at the television. She noticed then that the TV screen was completely frozen stuck on some TV ad. Grace called out to max a second time but he didn’t respond looking to be in some kind of trance.
“I told you woman!” The imp-like man said with mild irritation, “Time has been stilled. I want to make a deal!”
Grace looked back toward the imp. “What kind of deal?” She asked a quiver in her voice that was quite noticeable.
“Well,” the imp said with a grin returning to his face. “I want your soul!” He said tapping on his own chest with a finger. “In exchange, I will make you irresistible to mankind. When people see you, they will see their greatest desire in you. If you crave a man, he’s yours. If you crave a woman, she’s yours. Whomever you desire will be yours.”
“Really?” Grace said skeptically. “Can you actually do that?”
“Of course I can,” the imp said defensively. “I can stop time, don’t you think I can make you beautiful as well?”
Grace wasn’t sure what to say. She had an opportunity to be beautiful again. It sounded like a dream come true. It did seem like the deal of a lifetime and all she had to do was give up her soul. She thought about it for a moment. Was a soul really that important? She didn’t even know if she was actually even using it. In less than a second she made up her mind. She decided she was going to go for it. “Okay!” She said immediately, “What do I need to do?”
The imp himself was now caught off guard by the quick response. “Really? You aren’t even going to consider the consequences of this decision or if I’m trying to trick you?”
Grace just shook her head. “No, I’ve been miserable for a while and this is just the thing I’ve been looking for.”
“Really? Okay?” The imp said questioningly and waving his hand in a swooping motion. A large scroll and quill seemed to appear out of thin air. Grace’s eyes widened a bit at the magic trick. “Here I have a contract for our agreement. Make sure you read it thoroughly. I hate little whiny bitches who try to weasel their way out of contracts.” He said handing her the scroll. “They’re always like, ‘Benji, I didn’t know that was in the contract.’ or ‘I never agreed to that Benji!’ They make me sick!” He said with a scoff then spit to the side. The small piece of phlegm hit the kitchen floor and sizzled.
“Your name’s Benji? Grace asked curious.
“Oh yeah, I never introduced myself.” He said hopping off the counter. “I am Be-elzabenji, but people just call me Benji. I am a demon from the underworld city of Hellium, but most humans refer to it as Hell. It’s nice to meet you!” He said with a bow.
“Benji, why do you want my soul? What purpose does it serve?” Grace asked quizzically.
The little imp let out a laugh, “Good question!” He said with a smirk. “We fuck them!”
“You what?” Grace asked as if she had heard wrong.
“We fuck them!” He said again. “Soul’s can only be fucked for so long before they explode from the pressure. Once the soul bursts, a group of new demon kin are born. Then we have to replace the soul.”
Grace’s jaw just dropped. “So you want my soul in order to fuck it and have little demon babies?” She said clarifying once again.
“Yes!” Benji responded.
“What happens to my soul if I don’t give it to you?” Grace asked, now even more interested than before.
“It depends,” Benji said making his way to the refrigerator and opening it. He pulled out an apple and took a bite then continued. “If you sell your soul, then it depends on who acquires it. It’s totally up to them. If you die naturally one of three things will happen.” Grace was now intrigued.
Benji continued, “The first is your soul being turned into pure energy. I once heard this guy I made a deal with talk about a light at the end of a tunnel. Well, that light is not actually a light, it’s a space vacuum that sucks up souls and turns them into energy. The second thing that can happen is what you humans call “ghosts”. It’s a soul that anchors itself to something and refuses to leave. It kinda sucks though, because they won’t even let you fuck them.” He said sadly. “I know because I tried a lot of times. They are always complaining about unfinished business. Dam Ghost! I have business I’m trying to finish too! So inconsiderate!” He said with a scoff.
“And lastly, is the celestial court yards. Souls are taken there by the Collectors. I’m not really sure what happens after that since I’ve never been there.” Benji finished.
Grace was surprised by this new revelation of information. It however had no effect on her making the deal. She unraveled the scroll amazed by the length of it. It stretched for almost fifteen feet in length. The wording at the top of the agreement was hand-written and barely legible appearing as if some doctor in a hurry had written it. Another oddity was that the words got smaller as you approached the end of the document. The wording towards the end was so small that they seemed to be only scribbles to the naked eye.
“Make sure you read the fine print!” Benji said with emphasis. “Once signed, the deal is final!”
Grace nodded but didn’t bother to read the document. The words didn’t matter to Grace. She just wanted to be young and beautiful again. She had already made up her mind that she was going to sign it no matter the cost. She grabbed the quill and made her way to the end of the agreement to sign. She attempted to write her signature but nothing happened. “What gives?” She said looking at the imp.
Benji responded, “Sorry my dear, this is a blood contract. It must be signed in blood. Prick your finger with the quill and sign your name.”
Grace took the quill and examined the point. “Has this thing been washed?” She asked looking over to the imp. He just shrugged. A moment later, she pricked her finger. Blood sucked up the point of the quill and began to pulse with an ominous red glow. Grace then placed the glowing quill at the signature line and signed her name.
As the last letter was signed and the quill was pulled away from the scroll the letters began to glow radiating crimson light. Grace looked up toward Benji just in time to see him vanish in a puff of ash. Then the scroll lifted itself in the air and began to ravel itself shut. Once finished, both the scroll and pen blinked out of existence and everything was still. Grace looked over to her son still sitting stationary in the chair. “Was time still stuck?” Grace thought briefly before she felt it.
The house lurched, causing Grace to fall to the floor. She picked herself up and went to stable herself. “What the hell was that?” She thought desperately. The floor beneath her feet began to crack and buckle upward. Sounds of things falling and crashing to the floor could be heard throughout the house. Grace looked to her son, who was still frozen in time, his body had been thrown into the air but he remained motionless in the air only shifting slightly when objects bumped into him.
Then black and purple light gushed in from the cracks of the floor like water. Darkness filled the floor until only blackness with a purple haze above it could be seen. The darkness slowly rose and soon it was at Grace’s ankles. She tried to make her way to her son, but felt something move past her leg. She took a few more steps then felt it again. She tried to see through the blackened pit of light but the darkness was too thick.
Suddenly, she felt something latch onto her leg and move upward. Then something else attached to her other leg. She reached down to try and remove the creature but couldn’t grab hold. She pulled her hands out of the darkness and looked down to see two black ropes of black electricity crawling up each leg. As the ropes of electricity moved upward they burned the clothing between them and her body. Grace cringed as her flesh felt the burning fabric. She attempted to bat the two black streams of electricity from her body but to no avail. The lightning made its way to her chest then suddenly stopped. Pieces of clothing separated from her person leaving her naked below the waist with her breast partially exposed.
“What the hell!” Grace said frantically. “Benji! You asshole! What is this?” She spouted.
A second later the imp popped back into existence through a little cloud of ash. He coughed. “Did you read the contract?” He asked a little annoyed.
Grace rolled her eyes, “You know I didn’t.”
The little imp pressed, “well then, it’s your own dam fault for not knowing what going on you little whiny bitch. Gaw, I hate whiny bitches!” He said palming his forehead with his hand. “If you read the verbiage of our deal you’d know that we’ve got to fill you with power in order to transform you. This here is the power we are filling you with.” He said gesturing to the black pit.
Grace looked at Benji puzzled, “How is it going to fill me?”
Benji laughed. “Through your holes of course! You’ve got plenty for my little pet to choose from.”
Grace wasn’t sure how to respond but tried anyway. “My holes?” She said questioning. “How much of this thing needs to fill me?”
“All your holes with all of it!” He said with a snicker. Then he continued, “So stop being a whiny bitch and let it fill you. If you fight little Buttercup she will stop trying.”
“Buttercup! Who the hell is Buttercup? The black pit?” Grace said emphatically. “You named it?”
Benji just shrugged, “”Of coarse I did! Why wouldn’t I name her? You named your son didn’t you?”
Grace raised an eyebrow, “Well, yeah but he’s my son.”
Benji furrowed his brow, “And she’s like a daughter to me! A daughter that happens to contain vast amounts of destructive power capable of destroying entire universes if not contained properly.”
Grace eyes went wide. “It’s that powerful?”
“Kidding! Kidding! Now can we finish the ritual… I mean transformation already?” He asked pleadingly.
Grace nodded in agreement. “Okay.”
The two ropes of black light that were sitting on Grace’s chest began to move again but Grace didn’t fight it this time. They climbed their way to her mouth sizzling away the last bit of clothing that remained on Graces body. The black electricity known as Buttercup stopped at Grace’s mouth and waited for a few seconds. Grace then realized that Buttercup, the big black pit of light, was waiting for her to open her mouth. Grace hesitated for just a moment, then opened her mouth in acceptance.
In what seemed like an eternity, but actually only took seconds, black light serged forth into Grace’s mouth. The rush was so intense that Grace thought she was about to be ripped apart as the darkness entered her body. She then felt more tendrils begin to crawl up her body and enter different holes. She felt as power quickly serged through her body. It felt wonder. Then as more and more of Buttercup filled Grace, she had a sense she was being lifted up from the ground.
Power surged through her and as the darkness filled her very being, a light pink glow began to radiate from Graces body. Grace looked down towards her naked body as things started to change. Wrinkles and stretch marks completely vanished. Her breast began to enlarge and perk up losing all sag. She felt as her stomach tightened revealing abs. Her figure became that of a hourglass and her body had curves that resembled a goddesses.
The glow then intensified and Graces skin shifted into a hot pink tone. Grace glanced at her fingers which caught her attention. They began to morph into miniature claws. The oddity of it caught her by surprise and she let out a small gasp.
“Was this really happening?” She thought to herself mystified. Then, she saw it. A massive long hot pink whiplike thing flew past her in an instant. She followed the massive pink beam back to its source and realized that it was attached to her. “I have a tail!” She said shocked. “That’s so cool!”
As the last bit of Buttercup’s darkness entered Graces’s body, Grace began to feel urges she hadn’t for quite some time. Lustful thoughts began to flood her mind. Sexual frustration flooded her being and she longed for the feel of intimacy. She slowly drifted back to the floor landing softly on her feet.
Grace looked around at the house. It appeared as though the house had reformed itself to what it was like before the transformation. “What in the Dr. Seuss kind of shit is this?” She thought as she took it all in. “What else could that little shit imp do?” She wondered.
As almost on cue, Benji spoke up, “This was all in the agreement you never read. I will say this about your transformation before I go, it takes 24 hours to complete the transformation completely. There will be more changes to come. 24 hours from now the transformation will become permanent. If you breach the contract before the 24 hours are up, you will be transformed back to normal or at least as much as possible. Good luck succubus!” The little purple imp said with a little solute, then he blinked out of existence in a puff of black ash.
Max heard a massive ‘Boom!’ and looked over to see his mother completely naked. Well at first he thought it was his mother but he wasn’t sure. The woman standing before him couldn’t have been any older than himself and was stunning. Her body was flawless, a perfect face, massive tits, an hour glass figure with a thick juicy ass. It was like this woman had been taken from one of max’s dreams. He stared in awe as he took in her beauty. It felt like each second he looked she became more and more attractive. “Who is she?” He thought as she just seemed to notice him staring.
Grace looked up to see her son fixated on her. She could feel his gaze engraving her image into his minds eye. She felt as though her body knew exactly what her son wanted and how he wanted her. She felt as her skin shifted to accommodate the desires of her son. She noticed that the shift in her appearance had the desired results. A large bulge in Max’s shorts made itself known in an instance. Grace grinned at the sight. “Like what you see?” She called out breaking the silence between them.
“Well…umm…” Max stammered shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
“I can tell by your little friend there that you do,” Grace said pointing to his manhood. Grace felt an overwhelming desire to seduce her son.
He looked down to see the bulge twitch at her words. She approached him, each step jiggling her assets in just the right ways. He gulped feeling his member pulse with each step she took towards him.
She reached down to caress his member throw his shorts and whispered in his ear seductively. “Mommy is feeling a little naughty today. Do you want to come play with her?”
For a second, Max snapped out of his trance. He looked into Grace’s eyes actually recognizing her now as his mother. “Mom?” He said confused. “What happened? Why do you look so different? Why are you naked?” He said. His eyes drifting downward towards her breast just inches from his face. Max’s member harden even more from the sight.
Grace noticed the increase in blood flow and wondered how large she could make Max’s penis grow. She gently slid Max’s shorts down his legs revealing a large throbbing cock. Max didn’t resist. She grinned as she gazed upon the 7 1/2 inch stick of meat. Grace softly grabbed the piece of flesh in her hand then cooed in Max’s ear, “Do you mind if mommy has a little taste?”
Max squirmed a little as his cock throbbed in her hand, pressure building even more. He nodded in approval at his mother’s request. “Good boy!” She said with grin, then placed her lips to the head of his cock. Her lips pressed against it kissing the tip. Then she lightly liked it.
Max moaned softly as he felt his mother’s tongue explore the tip of his member. The sensations it gave him were amazing and he felt as though he was about to burst. Then his mother did something unexpected. Grace’s tongue seemed to wrap itself around the head of Max’s cock holding it in place. A moment later Max felt as the tip of his mother’s tongue probed the hole of his shaft. It parted the slit and began to tunnel it way inside him.
At first Max was surprised by the action. He had never had anything enter him the way his mother’s tongue had just done. At first it felt great and new tingly sensation could be felt throughout his body. Then came the pain.
Grace felt as her son’s body shifted uncontrollably in his seat as she was busy exploring the insides of her son’s shaft. As she explored further and further down she could feel son member stretched wider with her decent. His face grimaced once she reached the bladder. She was amazed that her tongue could reach that far. The transformation had changed her tongue into a slender whip-like shape mirroring that of a snake’s tongue but much longer.
Grace stopped her progress and instead decided to move her tongue rhythmically up and down the inside of Max’s cock. Pleasure soon blocked out the pain as Max body became use to the stretching. “That feels so good!” Max said in a state of bliss. He could feel pressure building to what he thought was going to be the ultimate climax.
Grace felt her son’s cock tightening with her every move. She brushed her tits between the inside of her son’s legs and reach her hand to grasp his balls. She lightly messaged them in her hand.
Max felt his mother’s tongue slowly descending deeper into his body but because of the rhythm it didn’t feel as painful. His body began to climax, but because his mother tongue was blocking the path he wasn’t able to cum and the pressure just continued to build. A few seconds later he felt his mother’s tongue enter his testicles. Once inside, his mother’s tongue stopped moving rhythmically and just began to fill the space. Max winced at the ache in his balls. “Mom!” He said gritting his teeth. “That hurts!” He watched as his testicles slowly began to increase in size as they were pressed to their limits. He cringed as jolts of pain pulsed through his body.
Grace lost in the moment briefly looked up at her son’s face to see his pained expression. “Oh!” She said with a surprise.
In an instant, Grace pulled back her tongue and freed Max’s cock from her grip. Max’s body twitched as streams of hot cum spurt from Max’s cock, the pathway no longer being blocked. Grace’s face and tits were covered in the love juices and she let out a light gasp. “Was this all for mommy?” She said with a sheepish grin, running her claw like finger up his shaft. Drops of sweat glistened Max’s forehead and he let out a sigh of relief now that the pressure had subsided. “I’m craving more but I’ll give you a minute to rest.”
She eyed her son as he sat exhausted. She wanted more. She needed more. Max looked up to notice his mother eying him. She stared at him with a predatory gaze. “Is everything okay?” He asked with a bit of concern.
“I’m just thinking about my little snack over there.” She said gesturing towards his manhood. “I think it’s time we have another go at it.”
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Several hour later, Max experienced his tenth climax but with no cum. Each time Max felt the need to release his mother’s tongue would block the passageway. His balls aching from the pressure build up.
Grace could feel her son’s frustration. His testicles looked like two swollen water balloons. She eyed them with an overwhelming desire to feast. “Can I touch them?” She asked max with a hint of concern she purposely added to her voice.
“I don’t know if I can go again,” Max said with frustration. “They are a bit tender right now. We’ve been going at this for a while and they are starting to ache from not releasing properly.”
“Do you want to stop?” She asked with a sad expression.
“I think I might need to stop. I feel like my balls will fall off if I keep going like this.” He said with a smirk.
“Would that be so bad? Grace asked, with a bit of playfulness in her voice.
“No!” He said matter of factly, “Not if the last time I cum is with you.
“Oh?” She said surprised with a grinning. “Then maybe I’ll just have to take them then. I could turn them into my next meal.” She said with a chuckle. Just then, Max’s cock began to rise. Grace raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to eat your baby makers?”
Max felt his himself completely harden at her question. Did he really want to lose his balls? He didn’t think so but his member was telling a different story.
“I think someone wants mommy to castrate them.” She said playfully. Would you like to become mommy’s little eunuch? Seduction filling her words.
Her body shifted slightly sensing the desires of her son. Her breast enlarged and began to lightly lactate. Grace noticing the change to her body responded. “Do you want to suck on mommy while she takes her little prize?” Max’s cock twitched in approval and she started to stroke his cock.
Max slurped the milked running from his mother’s nipple and latched on to her tit. The taste of his mother’s milk surprised him. It tasted sweet and seemed to adjust in flavor in accordance to what he was craving. “You taste amazing!” He mumbled with a mouth full of boob.
After a few moments he noticed his body feeling a bit strange. He had a numb sensation all throughout his body. As he sucked more and more milk from his mother he noticed the numbing effects get stronger until eventually he was unable to move completely.
“Have you had enough of mommy’s milk?” She said sympathetically. Max tried to respond but his body wouldn’t move. He watched as his mother grabbed the head of his cock and allowed her tongue to slither inside him. Unlike before though, this time he felt no pain. He felt weird tingling sensation as him mother’s tongue probed his insides. Eventually, she found what she was looking for and her tongue stopped its decent.
Grace felt as her tongue reached the area of the testicles. She stopped briefly contemplating how to continue. She decided since her son was completely numb anyways she should just pluck them out the same hole she entered into.
Grace forced her tongue through the wall of Max’s right testicle allowing her access into his sack. She looked towards Max’s face but it hadn’t seemed to bother him. She then wrapped her tongue multiple times around Max’s right testicle making sure she had a firm grip and tugged. At first nothing happened. Max’s testicle seemed too large for the hole that Grace was trying to force it through. She thought for a second then tried something new. Grace used her ability to shape shift to hollow the middle of her tongue like a straw then widen it. Her tongue slowly began to stretch inside Max’s urethra opening it wide enough to pass a testicle through.
Max felt exploding tingle sensation coming from his penis. He could feel the tension but there was no pain. He watched as a white fleshy mass crowned the head of his penis. His eyes grew wide as the full testicle emerged. Grace released the grip she had with her tongue and the testicle fell. A pink cord exiting the top of the penis that was attached to the testicle caught the testicles momentum then allowed it to hang.
Grace kissed the kidney shaped orb then forced her tongue back in to repeat the process with the left testicle. Soon two testicles were hanging from the head of Max’s penis. Grace grabbed both testicles in her hand and began to squeeze. Max felt bursts of numbness as he watch his mother crush his balls in the palm of her hand.
“Are you ready?” She asked.
Max didn’t respond, his body still completely numb from the milk.
“I’ll take that as a yes, she said with a grin, lifting his testicles to her mouth and placing them inside. She waited for a second feeling her body respond to Max’s wants. Her body responded and Grace’s teeth became sharp like razors. “I guess he really did want mommy to castrate him,” she thought as she bit down and severed the cords attaching his balls to his body through the head of his penis. Grace gulped allowing the now fleshly lumps to slide down her throat. She smiled, satisfied!
Black shadows slowly began to exit Graces body. At first Graces didn’t notice still reveling in what just happened.A moment later, a draining feeling caused her to notice that black mist was spilling out of her. She began to panic as the speed of it picked up and she could feel herself getting weaker.
“Benji? What’s happening to me?” She asked fearfully.
A puff of black ash appeared before her and the little impish man spoke. “You broke the contract!”
“What?” She said confused.
“You broke the contract!” The impish-man said a little more irritated.
“I did?” Grace responded confused. “But how?”
Benji, annoyed with the woman, spoke. “When you ate your boy’s nuggets you breached the contract. The contract stated you’d not eat any flesh of your kin for the first 24-hours lest you revert back to being human. You broke the agreement!”
“But I didn’t mean to brake the contract,” her voice said pleadingly.
“Well you did!” Benji said matter of factly. “You should have read the contract you whiny bitch.”
Black and purple smoke filled the area around Grace. “So what happens now?” She asked.
Benji responded, “Buttercup will leave your body. Once she has exited you will slowly revert back to what you once were. The process will take time. I’d say you will probably continue to look this way for about a decade or two. Your body will no longer change to the desires of those around you but I’m sure you’ll still be turning heads. The claws should go away in a few days along with the pinkish color of your skin.”
Benji hesitated in thought for a second then continued. I almost forgot. Your tongue will remain the same. We still haven’t figured out how to revert tongues to their original form so you’re stuck with what you got. It will be the only thing left on you that can shift its shape.”
“Can I re-enter the contract?” Grace asked hopeful.
Benji nodded, “No, you broke the contract. You are now considered a liability. No more deals may be struck.”
“Oh…” she said disheartened. “But isn’t there anything I can do?”
“I have never seen a contract reversed once it is broken but I have heard it is possible.” He responded. “I’m not really sure what would need to happen in order for that to be possible.”
“Really!” She said with a glimmer of hope. Grace thought for a moment and she had an idea. A second later she closed her eyes and began to concentrate.
Benji watched with curiosity. In his six thousand years of life, he had never seen anyone reverse a contract once it was breached. He had personally only heard of one person doing it. He watched for a moment longer then just decided to ask. “What are you doing?”
Grace didn’t move.
“I said, what are you doing?” Benji said a bit louder this time.
Still no movement.
“I’m leaving!” The impish man said with irritation.
Just then, Grace held out a hand and opened her mouth. Her tongue slowly lowered two orbs into the palm of her hand. Grace opened her eyes and grinned. “Does it still count as eating if you cough them back up?”