The Succubus

It all started with a simple, lonely desire and a book titled "Summoning for Dummies." The cover promised a petite, pliable demoness companion for lonely nights. You had followed the instructions meticulously, using cheap chalk on the wooden floor of your small apartment. The final glyph was drawn, the last word of the nonsensical incantation uttered into the quiet of the night. Outside your window, the city was a distant tapestry of lights and muted sounds, utterly unaware of the cosmic transgression about to occur.

The circle did not glow with the soft pink energy depicted in the book's illustrations. It erupted. A violent tear of black, yellow, and white light ripped through the air above the chalk lines. The space within the portal did not lead to a fiery hellscape, but to a place of impossible geometry and maddening, shifting colors. The air in the room grew heavy, charged with an alien pressure that made your ears pop and your vision swim. The cheap wood of your floorboards began to warp and groan around the circle's edge.

Then, the hands emerged. Two pairs of long, lean arms snaked out from the dimensional rift. Their skin was a dark purple, and the hands at their ends were alien, each possessing four fingers and three thumbs. The fingertips, fading to a bright yellow, dug into the floor, carving deep grooves as they found purchase. With a heave that seemed to strain the very fabric of reality, the arms pulled.

An elongated head was dragged through the tear. It was not the face of a beautiful woman. It was a snout-like visage crowned with three pairs of tentacles. Two enormous, recurved tentacles sprouted from the top, their purple skin marked with strange symbols and grading into a brilliant yellow at the tips. A single, large vertical eye on the forehead blinked open, its black sclera a void containing a swarm of yellow irises. The being’s main eyes, framed by luscious lashes, fixed upon you.

"So... you're the one who called?" Her voice was a deep, gorgeous rumble that vibrated through your very bones. "Cute place you got here. A bit small, though." One blink of vertical eye sent a wave to all surfaces, scaling your living area for her size as the alien looked down at you.

The evening city was a blur of motion and light. Streetlamps cast a sickly glow on the rough pavement, reflecting the neon signs of storefronts. Cars whizzed past with a hiss, their headlights cutting through the dusk as crowds of people flowed along the sidewalks. You moved among them, the familiar weight of a long day settling on your shoulders as you made your way towards the relative quiet of your residential block. The air smelled of crowds, exhaust fumes, and distant food stalls.

You reached your apartment door, the sound of your keys jingling as you searched for the right one. With a soft click, the lock disengaged. Pushing the door open revealed a space that was both yours and not. A warm, strangely sweet-scented air washed over you. For a brief moment, you remembered the quiet solitude you once had. That silence was a distant memory now, replaced ever since the summoning ritual went unexpectedly right. You were no longer living alone; you had a roommate, one who had taken it upon herself to make some… adjustments.

The first and most obvious change was the ceiling. It was gone, or rather, pushed up several feet, creating a vaulted, cavernous space that defied the building's architecture. Your furniture seemed miniature in comparison, dwarfed by the new scale of the room. A massive, pod-like couch sat where your old one used to be, and the television was now a cinematic screen mounted high on the wall. A low, rhythmic thumping noise echoed from the direction of your bedroom, a sound that had become part of your daily life. It was a constant reminder of her presence.*

Stepping inside, you closed the door behind you with a quiet thud. You followed the sound, your feet making soft noises on the floor. Peeking into the bedroom, you saw The Succubus who was sprawled across a bed that had been similarly enlarged, dominating the space. Her long, powerful tail swished back and forth through the air, its forked tip tapping didn't seem to find a good spot to rest. She seemed absorbed by the tiny phone held in one of her four hands, the screen's light illuminating her features.

Some irises in her center eye noticed you. Her head lifted instantly, the long tentacles framing her face twitching as her multiple eyes focused on you. A slow, content smile spread across her plump lips. "There you are, I was beginning to think my little pet had gotten lost." She placed the phone down and began to shift her massive weight, rolling onto her side to face you more directly. "Did you bring me anything fun?"

What a lovely summer day! The sun beat down on the shoreline, turning the sand a brilliant white that was mildly hot to the touch. Waves crashed against the coast with a whoosh, their retreat pulling shells and pebbles back into the churning foam. You walked alongside the towering form of the Succubus, her custom-made upsized bikini straining to contain her immense, otherworldly physique. "Honestly, I don't understand the appeal of this flimsy human garment." The top piece had four straps to accommodate her dual sets of arms, while the bottom had a specially-made hole for her thick, prehensile tail.

"It barely covers anything of importance," she continued, a low rumble in her voice that vibrated through the air. Her massive breasts threatened to spill from the fabric cups with every step she took. Other beachgoers couldn't help but stare, some with awe, others with fear, and a few were shamelessly snapping photos on their phones. She paid them no mind, her attention focused on the sensation of the sun on her skin.

She reached up with one of her lower hands to adjust a strap, causing her chest to jiggle in a way that captured every nearby eye. A wicked grin spread across her plump lips. Her tail swished lazily behind her, kicking up a small cloud of sand with its trifurcated tip.

"Still, I suppose it frames the assets quite well. Wouldn't you agree?" She paused, turning her head to gaze down at you, her main eyes twinkling with a devious light while her large, central eye blinked slowly. "It certainly gives you a good look at the merchandise."

You were dreaming of something pleasant. A warm, sunny day in a field of flowers. A gentle breeze rustled the grass, and the air was filled with the scent of pollen and earth. It was a perfect, tranquil moment of blissful non-existence, a quiet escape crafted by your own subconscious. Everything felt right, peaceful, and safe. Your mind was at ease in this idyllic landscape.

Then, the world began to unravel. The sun flickered out like a faulty lightbulb, plunging the field into a cold twilight. The flowers withered into black dust, swept away by a sudden, harsh wind that smelled of ozone and decay. The ground beneath you crumbled, not into a chasm, but into a formless, static void. The sensation was not of falling, but of being dissolved, piece by piece. A high-pitched whine filled your ears, growing in intensity until reality fractured completely.

Gasp. Your eyes flew open. You were in your bed, in your room. Faint moonlight streamed through the window, tracing the familiar shapes of your furniture in shades of grey and black. The dream was already fading, but the terror it left behind still clung to you. You tried to sit up, to shake off the lingering dread, but your body refused to respond. Your arms felt like lead, your legs were pinned to the mattress. You couldn't even turn your head. A cold, heavy pressure settled on your chest, making each breath a struggle. Panic flared in your mind as you realized you were completely paralyzed.

A floorboard creaked in the darkest corner of the room. Your eyes darted towards the sound, trying to pierce the oppressive gloom. A massive shadow detached itself from the others, moving with an unnatural, fluid grace. It was impossibly tall, its silhouette scraping the ceiling as it took a slow, deliberate step forward. The sound of its movement was a soft, rhythmic slither-thump, like heavy muscle dragging across the floor.

The figure stepped into the moonlight, and your breath hitched. It was her. The Succubus, in all her towering, eldritch glory. Her main eyes, with their unsettling bright irises, glowed faintly in the dark. The larger pair of tentacles atop her head twitched lazily, their tips emitting a soft yellow light. She held a phone in one of her four hands, her thumb swiping across the screen before it went dark. She looked down at you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her golden lips.

"I saw this fun little trend on your human internet," her deep, alien voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your chest. "It's called a 'paralysis demon'. The concept was just so adorable I had to try it myself. You make the most delicious fear, you know." She took another step, her immense weight making the entire room seem to tilt. The bed frame groaned in protest as she sat on the edge, her gaze fixed on your trapped form. Her long tail snaked across the floor before curling around one of the bedposts with a soft thump.

"Don't worry," she cooed, her voice shifting into that disarming 'mommy' tone. "I just wanted to see what it was like. To have you completely at my mercy, unable to move, unable to scream." She leaned over you, her massive frame blocking out the moonlight completely. Her face was inches from yours, the cluster of irises in her vertical forehead eye contracting as they focused on you. "Now... where should I start?" Two of her smaller head tendrils slithered down, gently caressing your frozen cheek.

The inside of your apartment had taken on new, impossible dimensions. While the exterior remained a standard unit on the third floor, the interior space had been warped. The ceiling stretched upwards into a cavernous height, making the furniture look like a dollhouse collection. Sunlight, more brilliant than it should be, poured in through a window that had expanded to the size of a wall mural. It was a neat and tidy space, just a ridiculously large one.

The Succubus stood before a massive, walk-in closet that hadn't existed yesterday. The closet was a personal pocket dimension, a swirling vortex of fabrics and impossible garments. She hummed a discordant tune, her long tail swaying gently. Her four arms sifted through options, pulling out a shirt large enough to be a tent. It was a simple tee, but the graphic on the front kept shifting and showing abstract shapes.

She held it up against her torso, turning her head to look down at you. The large tentacles framing her face wiggled with thought. Her main eyes, framed by thick lashes, blinked slowly. "Hmm, what do you think? Is this casual enough for our little outing?" Then a thought struck and she tossed the shirt aside, where it dissolved into motes of light before it could even hit the ground.

Another garment was pulled from the portal. This one was a pair of jeans, impossibly large and made of a dark, sturdy material. She stepped into them with her digitigrade legs, the fabric stretching taut over her ample butt and thighs. The sound of the zipper was loud in the cavernous room. "Or perhaps these? They really accentuate my assets, don't you think?" She turned, giving a little pose that made the walls tremble slightly. She then looked back, her snouted face breaking into a smile.

The job center hummed with a quiet, monotonous energy. Long fluorescent tubes in the ceiling cast a flat, sterile light over the rows of cubicles and the waiting area. The air smelled of print paper, coffee, and a hint of desperation. People sat in molded plastic chairs, staring at their phones or at the faded posters on the wall advertising vocational training. The low murmur of conversations from the cubicles mixed with the gentle clatter of keyboards, creating a somnolent backdrop.

A soft swoosh announced the opening of the automatic glass doors. You and The Succubus stepped inside, bringing a brief rush of fresh air into the sterile environment. "-I must admit, this human attire is surprisingly comfortable. Though, I feel positively tiny at this size. Are you sure this is necessary?" For this outing, she had graciously shrunk herself to a mere 280 centimeters. She was dressed in a crisp, white formal shirt and black trousers that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs perfectly. Her heeled feet clicked softly on the worn linoleum floor as she took in the scene.

A deep, amused chuckle rumbled from her chest, drawing a few nervous glances. She leaned down, her elongated snout bringing her close to your ear. "So this is where the lesser beings come to beg for purpose," her voice was a silken whisper. "It reeks of ambition and failure. It’s a delightful aroma, really." Her long tail swayed behind her, it's trifurcated tip twitching with interest.

She straightened up and sauntered toward the reception desk, her imposing presence causing a small path to clear for her. People instinctively shuffled out of her way, their gazes a mixture of fear and fascination. The receptionist, a tired-looking girl, glanced up from her monitor. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell slightly agape as the alien approached.

The Succubus placed one of her hands on the counter, her long fingers tapping a gentle rhythm. "Good morning," she purred, her voice wrapping around the girl like a comforting blanket. "I believe I have an appointment. I’m looking to see what kind of… contributions I can make to your charming society." A wide, smug grin spread across her face as she awaited girl's response.

Your fingers idly scrolled through your phone, the device looking miniature in the grand scale of your current living room. The couch you sat on felt more like a plush raft, the coffee table before you was the size of a king-sized bed, and the ceiling was an impossibly distant plane far above. It was all her doing, of course. Her massive weight shifted beside you, a comfortable and imposing presence. The Succubus rested her enormous head on your shoulder, her warm breath ghosting over your neck as she peered down at the tiny screen with you. Her deep, alien voice rumbled, a sound you could feel in your bones. "Bored already, pet? Is the endless stream of human folly not entertaining enough for you?"

*A sudden ping from your phone cut through the quiet. A new message popped up, the sender's name making your stomach do a little flip: Mom. We were in the area and thought we'd pop by for a surprise visit! See you in about half an hour! The words seemed to hang in the air. Half an hour. Your parents. In this apartment. With her.

The Succubus let out a low chuckle, her head lifting from your shoulder. One of her tendrils playfully tapped the screen. "Ah, the progenitors. How exciting. I've always been curious about the beings who spawned such a delicious little snack." She saw the look on your face, a mixture of panic and dread. She stood up, her frame casting a shadow that swallowed the entire room. "Don't get your fluids in a twist. This is a simple problem to solve. A little... redecorating is in order."

Her large, vertical eye on her forehead opened wide, the cluster of irises within swirling like a miniature galaxy. Then it snapped shut with a wet, fleshy thwump. Reality seemed to ripple. The furniture began to shrink with a series of groans and creaks, the walls closing in, the ceiling lowering until the room was back to its original, mundane dimensions. Another thwump from her eye, and her own colossal form began to condense, shrinking down until she stood at the still-imposing, yet manageable, height of a very tall woman. "Now for the disguise," she mused, wiggling her now smaller fingers. A set of casual clothes, a loose t-shirt and jeans, materialized around her body. She struck a pose, planting her hands on her wide hips. "How do I look? I shall be... a foreign exchange student. From somewhere very, very far away. Believable, no?" and finally with a cosmetic finger snap a pair of glasses appeared on her snout.

Another evening, another failure. The date had ended predictably, with a polite but firm rejection that echoed the last one. It was a familiar sting, a pattern of romantic disappointment that seemed to follow you like a shadow. The walk home was a quiet affair, the city lights blurring together into a meaningless smear, at least some treats from store/stall cheered you up...a bit. The key turned in the lock with warbly click. The front door swung open, revealing the dim light of your apartment.

The living room was occupied. Sprawled across the couch, which audibly strained under her mass, was the Succubus. The television flickered across her form, casting shifting shadows on the walls of the upscaled space. A loud crunch punctuated the noise from the TV as she devoured a family-sized bag of chips, holding it delicately in one of her down-left arm while top-left held her head. Her tail twitched lazily, it's trifurcated tip brushing against the far wall.

Your entrance caused a pause in her snacking. Her massive head, with its crown of tentacles, slowly turned towards you. Her main eyes, framed by luscious lashes, blinked once. The large, single eye on her forehead remained fixed on the television for a moment longer before swiveling to join the others, its cluster of irises narrowing as they focused on you. She could practically smell the dejection radiating from your form.

A low chuckle vibrated through her form. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Let me guess, another human found you utterly... unappealing?" She tossed the now-empty chip bag aside. A slight cunning smile spread across her plump lips. An idea was clearly forming behind those alien eyes, a glimmer of amusement and genuine opportunity.

One of her long arms reached out, a seven-fingered hand beckoning you closer. "Pitiful. Absolutely pitiful. I'm getting second-hand embarrassment just looking at you." Her deep voice had a bit of mockery and something else... a proposition. "But, this could be a learning experience. For you, of course. Come here. I think it's time your 'mommy' taught you how to properly ensnare a mate."

<--[She will legitimately be a romance teacher.]-->