The room was too plain. Sure, it was a girl's room but Jon turned back to the girl in the mirror. Yeah, there was no way that a girl looked like this. That kept herself to this standard wasn’t a bit of a slut. There was another flash of pleasure and the room shifted around him.
The vanity grew, as did the closet becoming a full walk-in closet. Books were replaced by porn and dildos. Even a few strap-ons. Jon gasped. That took effort. He felt a nagging hunger.
He wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. There was pounding on the door.
“Jon let me in right this moment!” It was his mother’s voice. It was a dream, right? He walked over to the door, tits bouncing in the nightie. Somehow he forgot he was turned on. He opened the door and was shocked.
It was his mother but also not. There was a haze covering her and underneath was purple skin, horns, and a tail.
“What the fuck!?” Jon yelled.
“Oh, it happened,” Mom breathed.
“What happened?” Jon asked a sinking feeling in his gut. His right hand was cold as air passed over the dripping arousal that covered it.
“You’ve manifested…” His mom said shock on her face.
“Why do you look like that?” Jon replied.
“You’re a succubus,” Mom said, her expression becoming one of awe, “Just like me. And you’re the strongest one I’ve ever seen.”
This wasn’t a dream. Jon screamed.
