You follow your senses, the energy appears to be from the office of your bitchy boss. A demonic glow emanates and draws you towards it. You also sense a separate energy in the room, weaker and non-demonic but incandescent with lust.
Arriving on the floor, you fling open the door to your boss's office. You gasp in surprise at what you see.
Your co-worker Clare, another night shift operator, normally a cute but bookish looking brunette with horn rimmed glasses and hair always tied back has completely transformed. She sits naked, her normally unremarkable body has changed, her legs usually covered by baggy jeans now slim, long and athletic. A curvaceous ass leads up to her smooth, flat belly. A pair of pert D-cup breasts now adorn her chest. Her hair now loose, brown curly locks falling about her naked shoulders. Her lips plumper, fuller, her cheekbones higher. You can still recognize her face but it now sports supermodel looks. Her eyes glow and pulse red and a pair of onyx horns rise above her forehead.
More remarkably, a 14 inch cock, veiny and hard now arises from above her smooth, hairless pussy. She also sports a long prehensile tale with a cock end.
Kneeling in front of her is your bitchy boss, Marcia, who is now on her hands and knees, eagerly gobbling down and sucking on Clare's throbbing cock as her pussy is filled by her demonic tail, sliding in and out of her sloppy cunt, one hand rubbing at her clit and wanking the tail cock alternately. Marcia's eyes are also glowing the same shade of red.
"Ahh." Clare looks up at you, "I sensed your presence. You're not the only one who can call Imp inc. Would you care to join me in sharing this human's soul, my colleague?" She smiled evilly, you feel your tentacles stir and harden in arousal at what is unfolding before you.
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