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Here’s a bit of a gothic horror story.

Succubus
Mildred is an ancient woman, weak and on the verge of death. Her son loves her in his twisted way. If only there was a method to give her a young body and prolong her life … Enter Megan, a weak young woman they hire as a caretaker … This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion, age regression, possession and incest. All characters are over 18 years old.

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The mansion was crumbling gently, its ancient foundations slowly sinking into the soft earth. A soft rain pattered on the grimy windows and greyish light filtered in between the spider-silk curtains. The house groaned as it shifted, trying to settle its old bones into a more comfortable position. Deep down in its innards, primitive machinery banged, clanked and roared to life, pushing lazy warmth upwards through leaky pipes.

In the salon, Mildred Lancaster, stirred. She had fallen asleep again. Slowly, she raised her grey eyelids, her yellowed sclera appearing. She coughed. Her long, spindly fingers rubbed the grime from her eyes and she produced a raspy breath, followed by a cough.

She looked up, smiling at the portrait above the fireplace that showed her in her full beauty. The pale, soft skin, the full lips, the plump bosom, the long hair barely hiding her nakedness … She had this painting commissioned as Lady Godiva back in the day, and the artist had worked hard to do her justice. The poor man … He was constantly afraid of Mildred’s husband. Of course, a certain respect was warranted. When Godfrey had returned from the war, he had become erratic and prone to bouts of depression and sudden fury. Something in his mind had broken down under the strain, even though his body was as strong and fit as ever.

Eventually, as his behavior had become … irritating, Mildred began to gently direct him onwards. The man had eased quickly into the path she had figured out for him. He spent more and more time in uneasy dreams, barely getting out of his room anymore.

Mildred needed a heir, though, to make sure her claim on the Lancaster wealth, which was quite passable, would not be disputed. She acted accordingly, fixing the delirious Godfrey to his bed and … providing herself with his seed.

Was it really his? After all, it had been mostly useless in the man’s hands. Only through her choice did she give him descendancy.

Soon after, she fell pregnant. As the term closed in, Godfrey was no longer useful, so she dismissed him deeper into his dreams until he lost himself. The funeral was a quiet, personal affair, but soon after, she could celebrate the birth of sweet Edward, or Eddie, as the servants called him.

Eddie!

What an insult! Edward Lancaster wasn’t some hoodlum’s child or some milkmaid’s boy! He was the heir of the Lancaster name, the only one, and he deserved the best.

Despite the objections of the midwife and the doctor, Mildred insisted on nursing him herself. She kept him close, refusing to have some matron care for him. She would do it herself, and she would do it perfectly!

She read up on child rearing, and put her knowledge to practice, guiding him along, and making sure he knew of his mother’s love. He was to be the only man in her life from now on, and she would protect him and guide him to greatness!

Mildred eschewed the boarding schools and tutors common in her class, preferring to teach him herself. She learned the secrets of mathematics with him, she explored astronomy, physics, chemistry, philosophy, religion, and even the secret arts with him.

He was her one and everything.

 

When Edward reached the age of puberty, she realized that he would have needs. It was difficult for her. Other young men would be able to sneak out of dormitories to frequent some disgusting floozies, or would go after the chambermaids or the cook, if they were so inclined, but Mildred would have none of this.

As he started ejaculating, she dismissed the female staff so he would focus on his studies, and when she realized that he could no longer concentrate, she would ease him.

It wasn’t all that difficult. Even though Mildred’s experience with the marital arts was reduced, she read up on them and learned quickly.

Soon, Edward was exploring the limits of human desires with her, and it turned out that those limits were … guidelines at best …

Faced with the disgusted looks of some of the servants, Mildred dismissed them. She replaced them with … foreigners … who didn’t much care about what she did and just made sure everything was being taken care of.

 

Eventually, Edward reached adulthood. A doctor was friendly enough to have him dispensed from military service, and she could continue assisting him in his studies. By now, the young man had become a skilled mage, able to manipulate the sphere of the spiritual and the depths of the abyss with ease. He used his power to increase his wealth and build his influence, carefully venturing out into the strange outer world of business and academia.

The young man was an instant success, pushing on further and further, and yet, he always kept his mother at his side. Mildred kept in shape, using the advances in cosmetics and later in plastic surgery to maintain her beauty. She would go with the times, making sure that people who didn’t know about them would never think of her as his mother. Despite being seen as a bachelor, it was clear that there was only one woman at his side.

Then, when they returned home after a ball or a cocktail party, they would passionately make love, further and further descending into depravity.

 

And then, as with all things, time went along its path and Mildred could no longer keep up with her son. Despite her best efforts, she felt tired, her bones grew weaker, and even her harsh regimen of beauty care, personal fitness and specialized drugs was able to maintain an acceptable physique. She half-expected Edward to go his own way now, but no! He was a good son. He stayed with her, taking his leave from success and popularity and cared for her.

Still, the house was slowly but inevitably decaying. Edward, now in his forties, was still a splendid man, but the contrast to the family home was devastating.

Mildred groaned. Slowly, she got to her feet, her bony, shaking legs barely holding up her exhausted body. She walked to the library with small, insecure steps. Her body was bent by age, the vestiges of her attempts at youthfulness looking strangely out of place.

She leaned against the library door and managed to push it open far enough to step inside. Edward was standing at a lectern, reading in a grimoire with a magnifying glass. His lips were moving as he deciphered the copy of an ancient Sumerian spell.

He was torn from his concentration by his mother’s bony footsteps on the uneven parquet.

“Mother! You should have called me. I would have carried you.”

She coughed:

“Ah! I don’t need this kind of help yet, Edward. I can still take care of myself.” She approached the lectern and stretched her ancient body to peek at the text. “Have you found it?”

“I believe so. This text … Hubertus Pferdelieb von Liebeskunst noted its existence in the Opus Daemonum Dominationis, but it was wrongly bound into De Locis Sanctis et Profanis! If Carolus Struthio hadn’t mentioned seeing the diagram of a Sumerian demon circle in the book, I would never have thought of it. Now, here it is.”

She came even closer and started caressing her son, first his back, then his belly, then she moved downwards to his crotch, rubbing his penis through his pants. He sighed happily as his member stirred. With her cracking voice, she asked:

“And will it allow us to summon the being?”

“Absolutely. Of course, the preparations will take some time, but come the full moon, we should be able to perform it!”

He closed the book and turned towards his mother, undoing her robe’s belt, then cupped her heavy, tired breasts. They kissed passionately, then he picked her up, carrying her to a nearby divan. There, he placed her on it and gently spread her legs.

“Oh Edward, you are a good son, taking care of your mother like this …”

She felt his tongue explore her sex. Even though she was well over ninety years old, she still could feel the familiar exhilaration at her son’s worship. Of course, her frail body meant they could no longer amuse themselves the way they used to, but that would change soon …

 

The full moon came, and Edward carefully carried his mother up to the attic of the dilapidated building. He had already drawn the magic circles under the round window Mildred had had installed decades ago. It was leaking somewhat, but the sigils that were etched into the glass still held true. He had purified the room by slaughtering a goat and a black rooster, then had mediated within it for a week while fasting to prepare his spirit.

Now, it was time. He placed Mildred in the center of the eldritch symbol and asked whether she needed anything.

“No, my beloved son. Everything is fine. I will be able to bear this.”

“Good. Please be careful, Mother.”

“Haven’t I always?”

He smiled and began his chanting. The strange, ancient syllables rolled off his tongue, echoing through the dusty attic. As he proceeded through the spells, he heard faint echoes form, as if many voices joined in with him. Then, as the spell reached its apex, the voices no longer repeated his words, but answered his incantation.

He looked at Mildred, and saw her body writhe with pleasure as the magic flowed through her. The moon shone down through the window, the lines of its etchings dancing over her body. A shimmer of red and black appeared in the air, and then, his mother’s had lolled sideways, strange tongues emerging from her mouth. A deep voice, a bright voice, a chorus of syllables … and then, she sat up and rose to her feet.

Her whole stance changed, and he heard a sultry voice emerge from her throat.

“You have summoned me, Edward Son of Godfrey …”

There were strange flickers of purple-pinkish light emanating from his mother’s body, glowing under her skin, shining deep within her orifices. There was a strange scent in the air, sweet, full, and almost sickening. Edward was having difficulties focusing. He rubbed his temples, trying to keep his mind clear. Through half-closed eyes, he could see bizarre, slithering shapes rise from the summoning circle and flow up and down his mother’s ancient body. They seemed to enter and exit her body through the skin itself, leaving strange symbols glowing under it.

Edward managed to regain his cool and raised his hands, forming the Sign of Mastery as detailed in the Kitab Al-Abwab. The creature that possessed his mother shifted her old face into an amused grin that looked completely alien, pink flames oozing from the corners of her mouth. The smell that flowed from her body grew more intense, causing him to grow painfully erect. He could feel that his cock was stretching itself, becoming larger and thicker, his testicles smarting.

The grin was becoming disturbing. The creature laughed:

“You think this will protect you?”

The being ran his mother’s slim, arthritic hand down the body to her crotch, sinking the long, thin fingers into her, releasing a translucent flood of strange, liquid shapes that ran down the insides of her bony thighs.

“I bind you, Demon of Lust, by your name, Shir-Agan-Haz-Akham-Bar. I bind you by the name of your lord, Ashmedai, King of Demons, who was brought low by Solomon and made to build the Temple! As your liege was commanded by the secrets of magic, so are you! Your name is known, your sigil is known, you must obey!”

The creature laughed, a stream of plump, half-invisible worms erupting from Edward’s mother’s mouth.

“Oh, you poor, poor creature … Such a short time on this wretched planet, and you waste it on ridiculous works such as this! Why don’t you go out, find yourself a wife who will bear you plump little children, and raise them to be good and upstanding subjects of whatever king you serve? Wouldn’t that be better than to try and deal with creatures such as me?”

The demon laughed even louder, spewing pink fire on the floor, the musk that oozed from his mother’s skin intensifying.

“No! I want a new body for my mother! You must give it to her!”

The beast stared at the decrepit shape it inhabited and roared with laughter:

“I can give her to a worm’s body! Not one, many! Worms make for good bodies, you fool! They writhe, they eat, and then they die. Oh, and they make more worms.” The creature snorted, then added: “Come to think of it, they’re not that different from you sad images of the Creator! He must have a sense of humor to look into the mirror and find something like you in his splendor!”

Edward realized that the demon was playing for time. He couldn’t hold up the spells forever, and the longer the being would continue talking and wasting his time, the sooner it would break through the barrier. And then … He shivered.

Summoning all his willpower, he cast the command spell and said:

“You heard my order, you must obey. Give my mother a new body of our dreams! My Word is Law upon you!”

The demon fondled his mother’s empty, sagging breasts, ectoplasm dripping from their nipples.

“This is not what you want? Are you unhappy? Don’t you love your mother? You ungrateful …”

The being ran its tongue over its crumpled lips and gave him a look that made his heart beat fast. He focused again.

“You have your command. Fulfill it!”

The demon twisted the fragile body cruelly and said:

“Fine, I will obey … I will take your mother’s spirit and soul, and I will weave it into a new body. You’ll just have to prepare a fitting vessel for her. One that will please you … I’m sure you’ll manage that, won’t you, Edward, Son of Godfrey?”

“I will. To make sure you will do what I demand, I will bind you into this mirror. You won’t escape until your task is completed!”

The monstrosity chuckled:

“If you think this will help, my dear son …”

It laughed terribly, causing his mother to produce gruesome, inhuman noises as it was drawn from her body and directed into the ancient mirror on the wall in the study. From there, it whispered:

“Prepare the body, and be quick …”

 

Megan stared nervously at the gate of the mansion. This place was … intimidating? It looked like something out of a gothic novel. Or a Tim Burton movie. Okay, no. Less whimsy. More horror. She hesitated. It really looked as if it were still stuck in the 19th century, and not in a good way. The job centre had sent her there, hoping for her to get a spot as a personal assistant. She sighed. It was hard for her. The economy was difficult, and she found that even working as a cashier was difficult for her. She couldn’t bear the long standing at the register, and the constant contact with people exhausted her. Plus, she hated, hated, hated! their looks. Okay, so she was ugly. She knew. She was fat, she had bad skin, her nose was too big, and she looked all exhausted all the time. Yeah. She was a shapeless, disgusting blob made human, and her life was shit.

She would just ring at this place, have a job interview with the people in there, who were probably disgusted by merely looking at her, get them to sign her paper that said she had tried, and then, she was back to sitting at home and waiting for time to pass.

That was a plan, wasn’t it? She hated her life. Such a shitty outlook …

She rang. After a moment, there was an answer:

“Yes?”

“Megan Baker. I’m here for the job interview.”

“Ah, yes. Come on in.”

The voice had sounded warm and friendly. Maybe she had a chance? Did she even want one?

She walked to the mansion door, looking at the vegetation. Calling it a garden was optimistic. The place was overgrown and chaotic, with remainders of statues and decorative objects poking out among the weeds. The place seemed all soggy, and she had this strange impression of the ground clinging to her feet as she walked.

The door opened as she came closer, and the man that opened looked … handsome. Wow. Okay. Okayokayokay … Maybe …

To her surprise, the man didn’t even frown. Instead, he smiled warmly and said:

“Welcome to Lancaster House. I’m Edward Lancaster. The place is a little old-fashioned, and maybe not in the best shape, but I’m sure a young and charming woman like you will spruce it up soon enough.”

Megan was confused by his words. Was this some kind of a trap? Or a game? Or a prank? Why would a guy like that even be friendly to something like her?

He held out a hand and greeted her with a little bow, then helped her out of her coat and hung it on the rack next to the door. He smiled as he received her cap in turn and put it on top.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I’m sorry for the lack of personnel, but you know how it is.” She didn’t. He just continued, guiding her to the salon. “Come on in. I’ll get you a cup of tea. These old walls can be a little chilly.”

She stepped inside, nervous under the gaze of the massive oil paintings and the hunting trophies. In the middle of the brownish salon, there was an armchair, and on that sat the oldest, most decrepit woman she had ever seen. The crone’s lips shifted imperceptibly. Unsure of what to do, Megan tried a curtsy, which came across rather clumsy.

The old woman produced a sound that felt like a chuckle. Or a death rattle. Then she said:

“Good afternoon. You’re the new help?”

“Er … I hope so, ma’am.”

“You hope so?”

“If you would hire me, ma’am? Yes.”

The handsome man returned with a trolley and quickly served tea and biscuits. Then he sat down on an ancient récamière and said:

“This is my mother, Mildred Lancaster. You will be assisting her with her needs as good as you can.”

“Okay … You mean I’m hired?”

“I don’t see why not. The gentleman at the labour exchange told me you are trustworthy and discreet. As far as I am concerned, this is all that is needed. The rest will be explained as you work. Of course, you will be paid acceptably.” He gave her a number.

Megan blinked. That wasn’t much.

“That’s for a year?”

The man seemed a bit surprised.

“No? That is per month. Is it too low?”

“No. Not at all! This is perfect!”

“Very well, then. Of course, you will be required to live here for the time being, but you will find that this old house provides plenty of space. I guess you will make a home here quickly.”

Megan hesitated. Moving out of the flat share would be great, but this place … Whatever. If she managed to get through a year here, she would be set for a nice new start, and then, she would build her life the way she wanted.

“Alright! Ma’am, sir, I’m in. I’d be glad to work for you.”

The old woman chuckled:

“Splendid. Edward, would you explain her duties to our … Megan, was it?”

“Of course, Mother. Come with me.”

He got up and showed her around, looking at her heavy, clumsy body with hidden amusement. So this was the canvas they would paint his mother’s new body on …

 

A few months in, Megan was starting to feel strangely at home in the old manor. It was charming in its strange, gothic way. Okay, it also was kinda eerie at times, especially at night, but since everybody was treating her nicely, she assumed that the ghosts would be just as friendly.

Her bosses were good people too. The man was always perfectly charming and courteous, making sure she felt right at home and treating her with the utmost respect. Sometimes, she really felt like a princess! It was motivating to see her work appreciated like that.

The mother was just as great. Of course, she was always a bit grumpy and one had to get used to her rough way of treating other people, but once Megan understood the work that was expected of her, it was much easier to deal with the old woman’s way. Also, she was strict, but she was fair, and Megan never heard any undeserved criticism from her.

The assistant work was doable. She had to help the woman clean herself, prepare the meals, make the beds and take care of the house as far as she could. This was a bit difficult since the mansion was so vast and there were tracts that were never used and had been closed off years or even decades ago. Megan always thought about maybe going exploring once in a while and see what strange treasures might await there, but mostly, she was busy with work.

Right now, she was giving the old woman a massage. That was useful to keep her ancient circulation running. Megan had to be careful not to hurt the slim, tiny woman. The first time she had treated her, the woman had developed a bad bruise that had only disappeared after three weeks. Now, she was extremely gentle.

The old woman sighed:

“This is good. You are getting better and better at this, girl.”

“I am glad you enjoy it, Ma’am.”

“Mmh … My old bones need this. Yes …”

Megan’s hands passed over the old woman’s back. Ever since she had moved in with her, Megan was losing weight, slowly, but certainly. It had to do with the food. The Lancasters only ate the best quality imaginable, and insisted on a healthy diet for themselves and her. Of course, Megan missed the fast food and the snacks, but then again, losing a bit of flab was great. It was definitely an improvement and she slept much better too.

“Ma’am … May I ask a question?”

“Of course, girl. What do you want to know?”

“Edward, I mean, Mr. Lancaster … Is he married? Or divorced? Or … widowed?”

The old woman chuckled. Of course, that sloppy creature would want to know that, wouldn’t she? They were all the same! Get a maid or some other servant close to her Edward, and they would all get hungry and crave his love … And his money of course! And his name. They all saw themselves as little women in one of these disgusting romance novels! Getting their bodices ripped by the master of the house! It never failed.

“My son has yet to find the right woman for him. As far as I know, he has been looking for a suitable wife for years now, but none have ever been good enough. He has very high standards.” She smiled benignly. “That might be my fault. I may have set his standards too high.”

The ancient woman could feel Megan’s hopes fade. Ah yes. So easy to frustrate! No wonder this blob was going nowhere …

Megan nodded to herself. Of course. It was the worst pipe dream, wasn’t it? Marrying a prince charming such as him … No chance.

Suddenly, the old woman said:

“I must admit that I may have overdone this. Ah! If my Edward stays like this, I will never have any grandchildren!” She groaned as Megan eased a rough spot. “I should make up for my mistake. My dear Megan …”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“If you want, I could assist you at this. Consider it our ‘girl’ thing …” Mildred was disgusted by the words coming out of her mouth. Girl! A girl was an unfinished woman. And now, everybody was calling themselves that! It was infantile and stupid. But if it pleased that creature …

“You mean you could teach me how to be a proper lady?”

“I can teach you. We will see whether you can learn …”

Megan felt a sting, but then again, the old woman was gracious enough to do this. She nodded gratefully.

 

Time flew by, and Megan was doing her best to learn. The old woman taught her how to sit correctly, how to eat correctly, how to speak correctly. It was a lot. She even had to learn how to walk! There was so much! The cutlery, the flowers, the handwriting! And all the time, she had Edward all close, being wonderful … It was motivating, to say the least.

The old woman had her start a diary and forced her to read books. This was just as difficult for her. She had read a few books at school because she had to, but she had barely finished them. Now, the crone literally quizzed her on her progress, demanding exact summaries and answers on her questions. It was tough.

Eventually, Megan was getting used to her role. She even managed to mimic Mildred’s accent, only falling back into her very lower-class language when she was out shopping. And even then, she was starting to sound overly posh. People reacted weirdly to her, unsure of what to make of this woman with the perfect manners and surprisingly correct pose, but the body of a clumsy prole. The whole look just didn’t match.

Eventually, Mildred asked:

“My sweat young girl, what is wrong? You seem rather distraught.”

The young woman sighed:

“I’m just a bit unhappy, that’s all, Ma’am. Thank you for asking.”

“Well? What is it?”

“I … I shouldn’t bother you with this, but … I’m afraid I’ll never be good enough for your son.”

The old woman hid a grim smile.

“In what way?”

“I’ll never look as good as you did on that painting. That elegance! That beauty! I just don’t look like that, and I’ll never …”

“Tut-tut, love.”

Megan was shocked to hear that word coming from the old woman. Did she really just call her …

“I think we should be able to fix that, girl. We don’t live in ancient times anymore.”

“What? How would you …”

“I would have thought you’d know about these things. You can get plastic surgery and get this fixed!”

“Oh … Yes, of course, Ma’am, but … I don’t have that kind of money. Also, I’m not sure …”

“Is it just the money? That is not a problem, love. I think we have enough to spare to make life a little easier for you.”

“You … you would … you would pay for something like that? I’ll pay you back! I … Just give me time!”

The old woman shook her head and made a dismissive gesture.

“Please. I am not a moneylender, and neither is my son. If we find a young talent, we will help it. And if a little money is all it takes, then so be it!”

“Ma’am, thank you! Thank you so much! I’m … I can’t believe it!”

The old woman just smiled. Perfect. Who knew that it took so little to make one of these sad creatures crawl at one’s feet?

 

Soon enough, Megan was introduced to a friend of the family who ran a very exclusive high-class clinic and of course also had some of the best plastic surgeons available. She was deeply intimidated by what was happening, trying to smile as the doctor was very courteous and friendly, taking a lot of time to examine her, and even to make some genuine conversation. Eventually, he looked at her face and body and said:

“It’s certainly doable. Not much of a problem, really. We’ll rework the jaw a bit, fix the teeth, maybe adjust the temples and the nose slightly, and pin the ears, and you’re going to look marvelous, dear. The lips are even fine as they are!”

Megan smiled in slight panic.

“But … isn’t that a bit much? I don’t want to change completely.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll be recognizable after this. It’ll just be a more refined ‘you’, if you will. The face you actually deserve, not the one you were born with.”

He turned to the other surgeon, a tall, beautiful woman.

“What do you think, Béatrice? About the body?”

“It’ll be fine. She has great skin. I wish my usual patients had skin like that. Little to no scarring, a few stretchmarks, nothing difficult. We’ll go for a moderate set of breast implants, a simple set of butt implants, some liposuction on the inner thighs, and we’ll contour the whole body …” Her look made Megan all nervous. It was piercingly intense. “I’ll even make you a wonderful new box. You’re going to love the look. You’ll fuck like a working girl and look like a princess.”

Megan looked at her boss, who was sitting close-by in her wheelchair. The smile on the ancient woman’s face was almost encouraging, but there was something …

“Perfect. When can you start on my protégée?”

“As soon as you are ready, Ma’am.”

“Then please, Megan, if you don’t mind, we’ll go ahead, shall we?”

Rather nervously, Megan nodded. She wondered how it would feel …

 

Edward was lying on the bed next to his mother, caressing her naked belly and her sack-like, empty breasts. She smiled at him hungrily. They were together again for the first time in ages. After all, they could only consummate their passion when Megan wasn’t there. On the other hand, the strange separation they were going through was only increasing their longing, and watching the girl become more and more presentable was quite arousing too.

After all, Mildred could see her future vessel develop and change as she watched. The thought of regaining a young, beautiful body was incredible. It was so enticing, just thinking about it made her ancient sex tighten and moisten again.

He kissed her. The old woman answered hungrily, her tongue entering her son’s mouth.

“Soon, we’ll be able to enjoy this so much more …”

“Yes … I can’t wait, Mother …”

“I love you, Edward … I love you …”

She carefully directed him on top of her. He brought his rigid cock close to her vulva and entered her gently.

“Mmmh … Oh yesss … Edward … you are the best boy a mother could want …”

She moaned as he started to slip deeper into her. Their love had to be so gentle … She felt a pang of sadness. Soon, they would be able to be rougher, more intense, more alive …

In the twilight of the magical laboratory, the succubus was watching them play. Weren’t they adorable in their sad little love? The creature couldn’t help smirking. After all those millennia, those pathetic creatures still always repeated the same painfully clumsy games. The succubus felt its loins stir, its strange sexual organs twitching, swelling and changing. These two, however … they felt a bit different. In a good, promising way … Maybe it could work? Maybe … The creature started pleasuring itself as it watched them. Now that would be an interesting development that just might make being summoned to this disgusting world a bit more bearable …

 

Megan awoke from a strange dream. It took her a moment to realize where she was. She was feeling numb and confused. There was a lot of pressure on her head from all sides, and she seriously wondered what happened.

Then it slowly returned to her. She was at that clinic.

Oh God. What did they do to her?

Panicking, she grabbed the alarm and pushed it. A moment later, a very elegant nurse stepped inside.

“You rang, Ma’am?”

“What happened?”

“Ma’am, you had a set of facial surgeries. They went well, and you are already on the way of recovery.”

“I am?”

“Yes. It will take a few more days for most of the swelling to go down, but the doctor thinks you will be satisfied.”

“Oh. Wow. So it really happened.”

“That is correct, Ma’am. This should be the first surgery, and if everything goes well, the doctors will be able to proceed to the next steps soon.”

“There’s more?”

“Yes, Ma’am. This was the facial work. The next part will be the liposuction treatment, and then, the doctors will take care of your butt. The last step will be your chest.”

“Okay … I … I had such a strange dream …”

“That is normal, Ma’am. The drug we use does that. They’re usually rather pleasant.”

“I … I don’t know. I don’t really remember.”

“No worries, Ma’am. Just rest for now, and soon, you will be able to admire your new and improved beauty!”

The woman smiled gently and got her patient a cup of tea.

 

A few days later, the doctor declared her face presentable. The old woman and her son were summoned to the clinic and found themselves watching as the nurse carefully removed the bandages. Megan was very nervous. The clinic had a strict “no mirrors”-policy and her smartphone had been taken away at some point, so she really didn’t know what was going to happen. The ancient woman smiled, though.

As the last bandages came off, Megan was handed a mirror. She stared at the reflection.

“Wow …”

The doctor was standing close-by, smiling smugly. Megan touched her cheek. Oh God … She was looking amazing. It was still her, yes, but also so much more … She was looking gorgeous.

She breathed in sharply, turning her face from side to side, smiling, frowning, glaring, rolling her eyes …

The old woman grumbled to her son:

“When she’s done making faces, Edward, ask her how it feels.”

The son smiled:

“Just let her enjoy this, Mother. It was your idea, after all.”

“Yes, obviously. But still … She should be careful so she doesn’t damage it already.”

“I don’t think it works that way.”

He turned to Megan, who was completely enraptured by her new face, admiring the elegant curvature of her nose, her beautiful cheeks, her perfect chin.

“I trust you like what you see?”

“I love it! It’s amazing. It’s like a dream come true! Thank you so much, Mrs. Lancaster, Mr. Lancaster! I am so happy!”

The man nodded and shot his mother a glance. The crone nodded slowly. This was going just according to plan. She turned to the doctor.

“When can you continue?”

“I would recommend a month of resting, and then, we could get to work on the body sculpting and the buttocks.”

“You hear that, child? In a month, you’ll be back here!”

The young woman smiled blissfully:

“I can’t wait, Ma’am!”

 

Back at the mansion, Megan found herself constantly admiring herself in whatever reflection she passed as she worked. It was just too good. She loved this new face, and she couldn’t wait for her next day off to show it to her friends. Then again, maybe it was better if she waited until the procedures were all done. Also, the old couple didn’t want her to go out anyway. When she had to go to town, she was told to put on one of these face masks and some sunglasses. She found it a bit strange, but with the money they were paying her and the fact that they paid for the surgeries, who was she to argue.

Still, “the couple” …

It was odd to think of them like that. The woman was old and he was her son, that much was clear. And he did show some interest in Megan. After all, this was what this was all about. But whenever she observed the two of them together, she couldn’t help wondering …

They were probably just so used to each other, it was clear that a certain familiarity would eventually develop, right?

It did feel a bit off, though.

In her sparse free time, she liked to explore the mansion a bit. After all, should she end up marrying Edward, it would be her home, so she should be familiar with it. Besides, it was quite astonishing and a little spooky …

She imagined herself wandering the place at night with a chandelier, wearing a silky white dress that would float after her … With Edward being her strange, fascinating lover …

Megan giggled with excitement. He was a complicated man, both courteous and elusive … She wondered what he really liked.

That was also part of her explorations. Maybe she could figure him out?

There was another thing, though.

Sometimes, Megan had this strange sensation that there was someone else in this place. Someone different, an invisible guest that lived in the bowels of the mansion. A person that seemed to just have left the room as she entered it.

On occasion, she would smell a faint scent of some strange, indescribable perfume. A heady, strong flavor that was confusing and intense. She couldn’t explain it, and she couldn’t well ask her bosses, could she? Either they would laugh at her or think she was going crazy! She couldn’t afford that now. She had to stick to this and see where it led her …

 

Soon enough, it was time for the next step in Megan’s transformation, and Edward drove her to the clinic. Mildred was left alone for the time being. She had told them to go. After all, she was able to take care of herself for a while, wasn’t she?

Now she was rolling down the hallways of her mansion in her chair, taking in just how decrepit the place was. As soon as she would have her new body, she would spruce up this place and make it new! She would build herself a home that would fit her new lease on life …

She smiled, the artificial teeth feeling uncomfortable in her mouth. Sometimes, they did that. She reached inside and pulled the dentures out carefully. Disgusting. She couldn’t wait to have real teeth in her mouth again …

Suddenly, she realized she was being watched. From one of the decorative mirrors in the hallway, a strange creature was grinning at her. She felt her heart skip a beat.

Then she heard the honeyed voice of the succubus in her mind:

“Oooh … Don’t die on me yet … We still have so much to do, love …”

“How are you here?”

“I’m not, dear. I am still firmly imprisoned in this mirror. Well, in all the mirrors in this place. They’re connected, you know? Or at least, I connected them.”

The old woman growled a spell, directing it at the dull surface of the ancient mirror.

The succubus laughed:

“Don’t worry, love … I’m very happy like this. I won’t break out of this … yet. And I don’t want to get back into that body of yours. Sorry. It’s just sooo old! I’d be afraid to break something!”

The crone glared at the shifting beast in the mirror.

“What do you want?”

“What do I want? You know me, dear … I want everything. To excess. No surprises here. That’s why you made me come here. But I have a question for you, love … An important question.”

“Yes?”

“What does your boy want? It’s an important one. You want him. Fine. You want kids. Also fine, though I don’t see the appeal of having disgusting little humans that only care for their primitive cravings on the carpet …” The succubus seemed to shiver. “All they want is to be fed, to fart and to sleep. And a bit of cuddling. That’s not very interesting, is it? They’re like a necessary evil …”

“Stop this. What do you mean, what does he want? I know what he wants! He wants his mother!”

“Yes, yes, of course he does. But it’s always better to double-check, don’t you think? Just so you don’t end up being uninteresting to him once you’re in this girl’s body … Maybe he actually likes them old and decrepit?”

The succubus giggled. The old woman frowned:

“You know something about this?”

“I know nothing. I just learned to ask the better questions, love …”

Mildred stared at the mirror, but the creature had faded away.

 

After this discussion, the old woman grew restless. She had to understand what the beast had meant. The next time Edward was out and Megan was busy with her housework, she clambered into her wheelchair and started out of her room and to the hallway. The electric engine on the chair buzzed faintly, the sounds of the wheels muffled by the thick carpet.

Mildred couldn’t wait for that cow Megan to get her body ready. She longed to stand on her own two feet, to walk wherever she wanted, without pain or that disgusting feeling of helplessness. She continued down the hallway, even more annoyed than ever before because of the chair’s slowness. It was infuriating to watch the age-old musty décor pass by on her sides at a snail’s pace …

At last, she reached the room that functioned as her son’s office. She carefully opened the door and rolled inside.

The place was spotless, as she expected from a gentleman. Mildred had made sure that the idea of having a mess in his personal space was disgusting to Edward. The little boy had been very annoyed by it back in the day, but she had mercilessly drilled this into him, and it had worked wonders.

She looked around. If she were him, where would she hide her perverted little secrets?

It was a bit of a conundrum. There was little sense in hiding those things after all. Mildred had never expected to be in this room in her life, Megan wasn’t supposed to be here, and the anonymous creatures that appeared and disappeared to clean the house in the name of some uncaring company weren’t expected to judge. Besides, they were invariably exchanged for other, equally irrelevant brownish women.

Mildred examined the room a little further, then decided that the probable place was out of reach and out of sight for a normal-sized person. She rolled into the middle of the room, turned around and looked up. Above the doorframe, there was a shelf that contained a simple wooden box.

Ah.

That would be it. She smirked. Not bad. She had no idea of how to get there.

Unless …

She grunted and detached the cane from the little claw that held it to her wheelchair. It was one of these canes with a support for the forearm, and she despised it. She would have accepted a beautiful cane with an ivory pommel, or an officer’s pace stick, but neither of these provided enough support. So it had to be this metal and plastic abomination …

It would be useful now, though.

She extended its length to the maximum, then, holding it with both hands and resting it in the fold of her arm, she lifted it up and up, using its cup-like end to catch the box. Carefully nudging it along, she managed to scoop it up and then lowered it back down. Her ancient muscles were instantly straining. For a moment, Mildred thought the whole thing would come crashing down on her. The idea that the box would hit her on the head almost made her panic. There would be nothing she could do …

She cursed this ancient, broken body for the prison it was. Soon, she would have a new one, a better one! The thought made her feel all warm inside …

The old woman managed to catch the box and let it slide into her lap. Then she put away the crutch and carefully opened the box. For a moment, she felt a bit of dread of what she would discover. Peeking into her son’s and lover’s deepest desires was even worse than all the other stuff she was doing, wasn’t it?

She stared at the papers.

What?

Mildred shuffled the pieces around. That couldn’t be real, could it?

She felt sick.

That was what he was imagining?

Seriously?

The crone stared at the pictures. They had been accumulated over long years, that much was clear. The first pieces were simple drawings, in red chalk, charcoal or pencil. They weren’t bad and at first, she thought they were simple artistic nude exercises, but …

They were all muscular. Women. Women with muscles. The first ones were still simple and naturalistic, clearly inspired by classical art. She could see a hint of Michelangelo in some of them.

The further Edward had progressed, though, the more muscular and extreme the women got. They went from simple physiques one would find on farmer girls or workers to more and more artistic physiques. The later ones were absurd.

Few men had muscles like these. Very few.

And yet, those were women.

She felt a kind of panic rise within herself. What was she going to find next?

She shuffled further down the stack, and then she found it.

A series of photographs cut from magazines showing, not as she had expected, beautiful naked women, but instead strange muscular creatures. Bright colors, strange hairstyles, and muscles, muscles and more muscles! Those women looked completely insane.

They had these smug, powerful expressions, the swollen arms, legs and shoulders, the strong necks, the large, spherical breasts … It was all incredibly bizarre.

The further she explored the little box with the pictures stacked tightly, the worse it got. And then came the craziest part.

Mildred sat there, stunned.

Edward had clearly taken some of her photographs from her youth and had carefully trimmed the heads out of them, and then, he had stuck them on those absurd muscle-bodies.

Her throat ran dry. She could swear she could hear the succubus chuckle somewhere in the depths of her mind. Pale and confused, Mildred touched her ancient picture. This one, Edward had clearly attempted to color to match the skin tone of the deeply bronzed athlete. It wasn’t half bad.

And yet, it made her panic.

This was what he wanted?

This was the kind of woman her son desired?

Such a bizarre monstrosity? Such a perversion of nature? This?

She had to wait for moment to recover her breathing. Her heart was beating so fast, she was afraid she would die any moment.

That would be the ultimate insult, wouldn’t it? To be found with the proof of her son’s total perversion in her hands!

Then Mildred started thinking about this. This was what she always did in a crisis. Think. Analyze the situation, figure out a solution, and then deal with it.

In the end, this phenomenon was only natural. No wonder Edward desired strong women. She was a strong woman, after all. Maybe not physically, but Mildred’s force of personality and will was legendary. She was in control, she was sharp and she knew what she wanted.

So if Edward wanted this …

She carefully replaced the box on its shelf, easier this time, then she left the room. As she rolled down the hallway, she whispered:

“I know you can hear me, creature …”

The voice came instantly, almost behind her ear.

“Yesss … Did you like what you saw?”

“No. This is disgusting.”

“Indeed. It is. Isn’t it fascinating?”

“Hm. It’s disheartening. I never would have thought that Edward’s perversion would run this deep.”

“But, my dearest Mildred, have you looked at the mirror lately? Come on. You are both disgusting monsters, and what you are doing to sweet, innocent, naïve little Megan is even worse. And you’re not even ashamed of yourselves. It’s astonishing, really.”

“This is something different. It’s necessary.”

“Yes, yes, wonderful. I love necessity. Necessity is what really pushes humans to their worst! It’s amazing what you are able to do when you believe you see no other issue …”

The creature laughed disgustingly. Then it calmed down a bit and whispered:

“Don’t worry, my beloved Mildred. You might be a bit disappointed by your sweet little angel’s taste, but I can help you and I will. I will help you turn that soft, weak, sad little Megan into your son’s ultimate fantasy, and you will own her body. You will fill her up to the brim with your soul, and she will be perfect. A new vessel for a new woman! Your son will crave you even more, and he will fulfill your every desire!”

Mildred shivered. The succubus’ voice was so arousing.

“Imagine … You will be strong. Sensual. Alive. This body will not just be your tool, it will be your weapon to protect your sweet son from this disgusting, monstrous world that only tries to hurt him, to seduce him, to take him from you. And strength, my wonderful Mildred, is the greatest aphrodisiac! Strength, power, domination, control … This is the real key! Everything else is just empty. Allow me to guide you, and I will take you beyond your wildest imagination …”

The old woman gasped. The succubus’ words dripped into her ears, filling her mind’s eye with confusing visions of shifting bodies, swelling muscles, of strength and devoted love …

She sighed:

“Yes … Let’s do this … Let’s make him happy …”

The succubus laughed.

“We will, Mildred, we will …”

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