Sharon stopped writhing as her changes finished. Her nails were long, manicured and polished to a black sheen. She was dressed in what she guessed was something a victorian era slut might wear, in solid black aside from a silver and ruby ring, and silver ankh pendant hanging from a silver medallion on her choker. Lacy black fingerless gloves traced the contours of her arms, which met over a pair of enormous breasts. Sharon guessed them to be somewhere in the range of volleyballs, maybe soccer balls even, it was hard for her to tell on her new, taller body.
She stood, awkwardly for a moment, noticing that her hair extended to just past her ass, and was straight as could be. Her new high heeled boots decorated her disproportionately small feet as the leather and lace hoops of her skirt brushed her toes. Looking straight across to the mirror she estimated her new height at about 6'4", plus another six to eight inches for the heels, puting her near the seven foot mark, and yet she somehow seemed to be proportioned the way a normal sized woman with huge breasts would be. In the mirror she could see the muscles in her abdoment shifting as her leather and lace dress was little more than strategically placed strapps, but at least it lifted and seperated. The hint of a rosy pink nipple winked at her from the cups.
Jim, meanwhile, writhed in pain. His body buckled and shifted, popping and making slurpy sucking noises by turn. He lengthened slightly as his male genetalia retreated in to his body. His eyes seemed to grow larger in his head, and his face changed to more closely resemble Sharon's original face, although a bit younger, and with thicker more bee-stung lips. He looked something like what Sharon's little sister might have looked like, close enough to at least see the family resemblance. Finally the pain stopped and Jim stretched out to look at the new her. Surely enough, she was still changing in subtle ways. Her hair was midnight black, but shorter than Sharon's, done in a style that dripped bangs over her left eye. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight, most of it muscle, and was flat as a board in the chest and hips.
"Well now, seems you're moving right along nicely," commented an obviously wet demoness, "I think one more disciple should be enough. Of course, you can't be called Jim anymore. Have you given any though to a new name, my young lovely?"
Jim spun briefly. Her feet were encased in klunky army bood studded along the soles. Her legs were covered in black and white striped stockings, one of which was bunched atop her boot, the other pulled to near the hem of her torn black shirt. A pair of leather and metal studded belts hung loose of her developing hips and a midriff baring white tee-shir was ripped strategically beneath her oversized black leather jacket, also studded along the hems. 'What? I? Change me back... can't you change me back?"
Dominique tsked lightly, "Sorry, honey. I need three witches, not three warlocks. Oops, did I let the cat out of the bag? Then again, I am a demoness, so I could be lying. Here, let me help you with that." She stepped closer to Jim, pulling her into a firm embrace before kissing her beestung lips, leaving Jim's new lips coated with a black gloss, "Of course, three goth chicks is a little obvious... Just the same, you can't go wrong with the classics. Now then, a name... or punishment..."
Jim gulped, rapidly trying to think of a name to use, "Sharon... no, uh, Dominique, no... I mean... Um,, Edith, no, not my sister's name... Uh, uh..." He glanced over at Dominique who was making a ticking noise and looking at her wrist. He glanced to Sharon who was desperately trying to mouth something. Jim gulped as his pussy reacted to Sharon and moistened unexpectedly, his new clitoris hardening inside her distractingly, "Dianna?" he asked. Sharon began nodding, not explaining the choice of the name.
Dominque seemed disappointed at not getting to punish Dianna, but shrugged and nodded, "Your new I.D. will be in your purses, kids. Now, let's let Di here get finished up, then we can talk about our third member. In the mean time, Sharon, I want you to get over here and kneel in front of me. I need some relief." Helplessly, Sharon's body walked to Demonic Dominique and keeled in front of her. "Hmm, still a little tall, hmm? Well, I intend you to be the dom, eventually, anyway. Here, we can use the sofa." The sofa scooted underneath Dominique's lush ass ans she leaned back, spread eagle. She licked her lips and smiled, exposing her fangs gleefully, "I'm not going to control your body for this. Make me quiver on your own."
Tears in her eyes, Sharon leaned forway and started to de her best to please Dominique before anything else bad happened to her or Jim. It was surprisingly easy for her to start oral sex with another woman, something Sharon had never done or even wanted to do before. What's more, she was shocked, and even a little bit scared to find how much she liked it.
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