There was a puff of smoke.
Jim awakened in a strange bedroom. He sat up on the edge of the bed and, looking down at himself, realized that he had not been dreaming. His FFF-cup (or H-cup, depending on your preference) tits hung heavily on his chest. His mound was covered by a neatly trimmed bush of golden fleece, the same color as the long hair cascading over his shoulders.
Jim got up and walked to the mirror. He was gorgeous! As a man, he would have fucked himself until he was dead. In addition to his huge tits, he had a wonderfully curvaceous body with a narrow waist, flaring hips and a wide womanly ass. His face was beautiful as well, with full pouty lips and stunning green eyes. After admiring himself for another few moments, he decided that he had better get dressed.
He walked over to the walk-in closet and found it full of a wide variety of women's clothing, each outfit seemingly tailored for his new body. He remembered what the demoness had said: "If you please me, in 24 hours I shall return to grant you your new powers." What would please her, he wondered? He decided to
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