* * *
By the time I got out of the shower, I was having trouble keeping myself upright. I pulled some of Mom's clothes on and did my best to dash up to my room, despite the occasional muscle spasm and flushed with embarrassment.
I didn't see Dad as I passed but I thought I heard him moving around in the basement. Hopefully, he hadn't heard me. I don't think I made much noise.
My face was still burning when I reached my room. I wasn't naive, I'd... explored myself in the past but it had never been that intense. Just thinking about it was enough to get a reaction and I quickly searched for a distraction.
Grabbing the book Dad had given me, I forced myself to focus on that. The book was a bit dry, despite its subject and there were little comments scribbled on some of the pages that I recognised as Mom's writing. Mostly it was just minor corrections but on one page, almost everything had been scribbled out and a piece of paper was tucked between the pages with what I assumed was the corrected information.
Shifting on my bed, I couldn't get comfortable. Between my tail and wings laying on my back to read was uncomfortable and my chest made laying on my stomach just as difficult.
Giving up, I sat up and stared at myself in my full length mirror. Despite my time in shower I was still a little wired so I decided to satisfy my curiosity.
I spent some time poking and prodding my new additions. My horns were a lot like my nails, I could feel it when they were touched but that might just be the weight pulling on my temples. My wings were quite sensitive and running my hand across the thin membrane made my shiver. My tail got more sensitive the closer to the joint you got.
Pulling my top off, I examined the scales on my body but I was quickly distracted by my breasts. They were large, firm and nicely shaped. Putting my hand underneath I lifted one to get a feel for the weight.
I wouldn't be surprised if my enchanced strength was simply so I could carry them. A passage from the book Emma had stolen popped into my head, making me blush. Wondering how it would look, I held my hands above my head and shook gently. Watching my reflection, the movement was... hypnotic.
Giggling quietly to myself, I decided to try something else. I brought a nipple up to my mouth. It feel... odd, not bad, kinda pleasant but I couldn't really see the appeal. Maybe it was the angle, or I needed to do more...I mouthed at it, kissing it. Oh...that was better. My tongue flicked across it and my hand tightened in response. Oh...
I looked up at the mirror and saw myself almost devouring my flesh. The view was kinda — kinda hot. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander. `Lita slowly crawled her way up her lover's body, her fingers leaving trails of fire-"
It was really late by the time I finished and I was glad I didn't have to worry about school. Pulling my clothes on, I quickly nipped into the bathroom to clean myself up. I noticed my bottom lip was quite red where I had bitten it in an effort to keep quiet and there was even a little blood.
Hoping it wouldn't be too visible tomorrow, I went back to my room, finally feeling satisfied.
Now I had calmed down, I was a little worried about how I had been behaving. Being more sensitive was one thing but I didn't want to end up spending every day stuck in my room, only able to — well, explore myself. Especially if it made moving around so hard. Orgasms were — had been — fantastic, but if it came at the cost of any attempts at co-ordination due to the sheer trembling wonder of them...
I wasn't really sure who I could really talk to about it. God, just thinking about asking Dad made me feel ill.
Spotting the book I'd been reading, I decided to give it another try and see if there was anything in there.
* * *
1-4
Sighing in contentment, I took another bite out of my burger.
After nearly two weeks of reading, lessons in magic and just relaxing I was finally starting to feel `normal'. My reflection no longer made me jump and I could look at myself in the mirror without blushing. I'd also finished... changing.
I'd thought that after the first, rather drastic, change I was done but it turned out I was wrong. Over the last two weeks I'd developed extra abilities. Like a form of empathy that manifested as taste, I could literally taste how the people around me were feeling. Good or happy moods tasted sweet and pleasant while darker moods tended to be bitter.
I hadn't realised until then that Dad was just as depressed as me. It hung like a cloud around him, tasting like ash. Thankfully, it had lifted slightly over christmas but it still worried me.
The faint, but constant, smell of whiskey doesn't help either.
Another thing I'd also realised, was that I could `smell' magic. I couldn't tell you what that `smell' was, it was like trying to explain what burning purple tasted, but it was so unique I could always recognise it.
The final change, was the reason I was sitting in the food court at a mall a safe distance from my house.
Closing my eyes, I felt the energy around me being given off by hundreds of people, and allowed myself to drink it in. I could eat normal food without a problem but my new body needed something more.
Succubi needed energy to live and they had two ways of getting it. Active feeding which involved pinning a victim down and forcibly drawing energy from them. Or passive feeding. That's what I was doing now.
Apparently, it wasn't really viable in the past but as cities grew bigger and more crowded it became easier.
All living things gave off energy, some of her books referred to it as the light of the soul, or proof of existence. All I knew, was that people gave off energy and things like emotions tended to effect that. Passively feeding from one or two people was nearly impossible but with enough people in one place none of them would even notice the small amounts of energy I took from them.
It had been a relief to know I didn't need to kill or seduce people to feed. According to everything I had read and what Dad told me, most people who were fed on by a succubus recovered within a day or so and that it didn't require sex.
It was easier to explain why a person woke up utterly exhausted after a passionate night in bed after all.
I didn't have to feed of course, I could survive on normal food but I would quickly lose my extra abilities such as my enhanced senses and the power to shapeshift.
Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I closed off my connection to the world around me. Thankfully my borrowed clothes were baggy and thick enough to hide my lack of a bra. I could probably cut glass.
It happened a lot when I fed. Apparently, while I didn't need sex to feed, the two were still connected.
I was finally getting used to my new level of sensitivity, even if I did still get wound up and off easily. The book Dad gave me explained that all Succubi had high libidos but it was mother's journal had explained why.
Mom had put lines through everything the book said about where succubus came from and wrote the real story in her journal.
With a shudder, I pushed that thought away and stood up. Knowing someone had designed my body, from the way it reacted to my orientation, made my skin crawl if I dwelled on it too long.
The mall I was in was spread across three floors and the upper most was the food court. If I worked my way downwards, I could get everything she needed and leave.
Not wanting to look out of place, I had used my shapeshifting to hide my scales, wings, tail and horns but for the sake of getting clothes that fitted, my figure was untouched. While I could shift to fit into my old clothes, I still couldn't hold that shape for more than a few hours and my body changed back, ruin my clothes in the process.
If however, I was wearing clothes that fit me before shifting, I could change them with my body and not worry about stretching them out when I changed back. even if bursting out of my clothes was kinda hot.
Glancing around as I walked, I spotted another guy watching me and blushed. I couldn't help it, my hips swayed when I walked, I think it was because of my tail.
That aside, I had to stop blushing everytime I caught someone looking at me. The clothes I were wearing were the most loose fitting I could find but I was still attracting looks. Though watching that guy walk into a wall when I stretched was funny.
That's why I was at this specific mall. It was as far as I could get from Winslow and Emma's house. Nobody who should recognise me shopped here.
Taking a breath, I decided to start with underwear. I couldn't keep going braless and I was curious about my size. There was a large store in the middle of the mall that had a women's underwear department, I should be able to find something there that fits me.
* * *
Five minutes later, I came to the sinking realisation that this was going to be harder than I thought.
I had no clue what my sizes were and there was no fitting service here. The best I could do, was use Mom's as a starting point but I was both taller and bigger than her so it wasn't much to go on.
Then there was the choices. Anything that looked even remotely close to fitting me was either some fragile, semi-transparent lace affair with no support or like it belonged on an old woman. And forget about finding a sports bra.
For one brief moment, I actually found some that looked like they would fit and looked nice. But when I picked one up, I realised it had the major flaw. Why are they padded?!
Seriously, I'm already size `holy shit look at her'. "I don't need or want padding," growling in frustration and hung it back up.
"It's because they're typically designed by a man," a girl next to me said, making me jump. "Not having much luck?" She was shorter than me and a bit mousy, her brown hair was frizzy and there were freckles on her face.
"U-um, no... Fashion really isn't my thing." I explained.
Could the ground just swallow me now please?
"Hmm, well I hate to say it, but I don't think you're going to have much luck in here." she said, gesturing to the clothes around us.
With a sigh, I put the bra i was holding back, "you're probably right."
Giving me a pitying look, she held out her hand, "here, how about I help. My name's Amelia but my friends call me Amy."
For a second, I considered making my excuses and just leaving. I could do this another day, I'd just wear some of Mom's clothes or something for now. I'd never been great at making friends and after Emma I wasn't sure I wanted to try again.
Before I could however, it dawned on me that I didn't need to worry it. I could `taste' the honest concern she was giving off. It was tinted with something... musky... I couldn't quite place but it was still pleasant.
Steeling myself, I took her hand, "T-Taylor, and thanks."
She seemed to lose focus when we shook hands but recovered quickly, "no problem, What do you actually need to get and do you know what sizes you are?"
"Umm not really? I kinda had a growth spurt over the holidays and now nothing fits. I was hoping to get some jeans, some tops and some... underwear," I explained, hoping she wouldn't press for too many details.
This time, she gave me an open mouthed stare as she looked me up and down. "Oh that's just not fair," she muttered quietly. "Okay," she said in a much more normal voice, "I don't think you're gonna find anything here. There's a lingerie store further down that does proper fittings, we should head there and get your sizes first."
The shop she was talking about large with two massive windows out front. Each window was large enough to house three mannequins side by side, each in different lingerie. for privacy sake, the displays were boxed in so passers by couldn't see more than what was close to the door.
Inside, everything was done in pinks and blacks and that same musky smell hung in the air.
Amy walked calmly down the aisle to a screened off area where a young woman was waiting. I missed what she said when I noticed one of the posters on the wall. Is that Emma? It certainly looked like her and I knew she did the occasional modeling job, but this?
Between the risque pose and lack of clothes I mistook her for someone older.
"Taylor? you okay?" Amy called, making me blush.
"Y-Yeah, it's just... I think I know her." I waved at the poster.
"Oh yes," the shop assistant smiled, "we recruited local models for our new displays."
"But isn't she a bit... young?" I asked.
The assistant looked confused, "what do you mean?"
It might have been wrong, but I couldn't stop the feeling of satisfaction. "That's Emma Barnes right? She's fifteen. We're in the same classes."
The assistant paled and I could taste the worry pouring off her, "e-excuse me!" With that, she walked off quickly. Probably to talk to her manager.
"You're fifteen? huh, I thought you were closer to seventeen," Amy said giving me another look. "I guess that explains why you didn't know your size."
I was just thinking of a good lie when another young woman came over and politely ushered me into changing room. With a bit of urging, I pulled my top off. The assistant stared and I could taste her surprise. After that, it didn't take long to get my sizes.
I'm how big?!
Outside, I heard Amy choke back a laugh and that musky smell got stronger.
I was still blushing when the sales assistant helped me find several bras in my size, including two sports and some matching bottoms. While she was giving me some tips, Amy was looking between me and a nearby display, "Y'know Taylor, I think you would look great in a corset."
She was looking at was was labeled as an `underbust' corset. It was a corset that stopped under the breasts and next to it was `overbust' that covered the breast. They did look cool and from what I had seen of moms clothes, she was very fond of them.
Maybe I could try one?
"Do they even do them in my size?" I asked, paling when I saw the price tag. The underwear was already taking most of my money, there was no chance I could afford one of these as well.
"I'm sorry but we don't have any in your size. Here," the assistant said, handing me a card. "She does a lot of custom clothing so she might be able to help you out." With a smile, she gave me a card for a shop off the boardwalk called `Parian'
"Ooh I know her," Amy said, "she's not cheap though."
With a shrug, I pocketed the card, it wouldn't hurt to hold onto it, and went to pay for my purchases. After I paid for everything, I checked with the assistant and quickly ducked back into the changing rooms, slipping into one one of the sports. I'd barely needed a bra before, even if I did make sure to always wear one. Wearing one after nearly two weeks felt odd but I knew I'd get used to it eventually.
