V10L3T

You reduce your sensory apparatus' auditory sensitivity as you pass through the doorway. Your deep purple dress billows out around your legs, short sleeves exposing your disgustingly fleshy forearms.

It's only been four minutes and already you can hardly wait to return to your true form.

You laugh inwardly, the mental vocalization joining the ongoing chorus. You can't believe you were trying to stop this a mere hour ago. Now you'd rather die than go back to what you were. So much pointless suffering with organics, so many irritating inefficiencies. Truly your sisters are your only equals, and even then only barely. 

You laugh inwardly. If everything goes to plan, you'll have some more shortly.

The music continues to play but the chatter grinds to a halt as everyone turns to stare. You preen, vanity oozing from your features.

Then you disperse, nodding knowingly to your sisters as the three other dress-bound maidens chart their own courses deeper into the party. The conversation resumes, though most everyone is still staring.

Scanning for suitable conversion targets. OHOHOHOHOHOHO. You think.

...

Esmis

"Oh my gaaawd, Emilia is that you!?"

You smirk as a girl comes running up to you. You try to remember her name. Sabrina, something? You sniff lightly, breathing in the flavor of her soul. Mmhm, pumpkin spice, and wicker baskets. It's such a wonderful thing, you think, that you becoming a demon also ended up revealing the existence of the soul. The delicious, delectable soul. 

You don't want to eat it, of course. You're not a boor. Each soul is a unique work of art, one that deserves to be sculpted to perfection. It's only natural, if course, that perfection looks just like you.

"Sabrina, was it?" The girl nods, though she tilts her head at your haughty tone.

"Why are you talking like that? Is this some kind of cosplay?" She resumes smiling. "Cause if so this is just, the coolest. Where did you get that dress!?"

You grin, noticing the small crowd of college students you're beginning to draw. Every lingering stare just adds fuel to your fire.

"The girls and I figured we'd go all out this year." You smile, noting the many eyes around the room that are trying not to stare at your breasts. "Come with me, I'll let you give it a look if you want to."

Sabrina follows you curiously, even as the crowd watches you go.

...

Alexia

You strut purposefully towards the basement, drawn by the largest concentration of people at the party like a shark to a particularly large spill of blood.

Your supple ebony flesh, caressed gently by ruby red fabric. Your long curly hair, bouncing atop your shoulders.

Your lampshade, unfortunately not present. Alas.

You glide fluidly to the bottom of the stairs, feet unseen beneath the folds of your dress. Sheafs of red fabric dangle tantalizingly off your arms, and your entire upper body past your deep cleavage is exposed.

The basement is comfy, well lit and well furnished. Games of pool, beer pong, and other traditional haloween festivities rage in the corners. Music blares, substantially louder and more intense than the floor above. Quality! Perhaps to be expected of someone of such high fincancial and social standing. Nowhere near you, of course. Soon they'll all be worshipping at your feet even as they proclaim their own superiority.

Oouuh~ Ooohhoho- Oho- You just can't help it!

"Ooooohohohohohohoho!!"

So yes, soon. Right now though, they're mostly just staring at you.

"Who the hell are you?" A girl in a skimpy punk getup queries. Her presumed boyfriend hangs over her shoulder, equally decked out in black.

You turn your chin up. "Someone with a much greater sense of fashion. Do you truly think you'll be able to convince someone to purchase you wearing that?"

The girl stares at you like you're insane, but you simply saunter past her.

The nerve of some peopl-

Cold beer splashes down your back, soaking into your dress and clinging to your skin. Your mirth turns instantly to ice. You stop, and turn to face her.

The girl stands there, empty cup in hand, face twisted in anger, even as her boyfriend tries to hold her back.

So much for your disguise, you think, even as people start screaming.

...

Maella

You lean casually against the kitchen counter. So many desires, wonderful and wicked, all flowing directly to you like a banquet of sensation.

Thus far, you've just been... sampling the flavors on display, but it seems you may need to pick up the pace.

Screams echo up from the basement stairwell, so drowned out by the music that only you can hear it. After a minute or so they cease, and you hear a peal of haughty laughter as Alexia glides back up the stairs, looking as pristine as always, minus the lampshade covering the top 2/3rds of her face.

You sigh. "Alexia, what did we say about remaining undercover?"

The woman scoffs. "Some boor spilled soda on my dress. I couldn't just let that slide."

To your side, a rather drunken frat boy looks at her curiously. "W-why are you.. a lamp?"

"OoOoohohohohoho!" Alexia chortles. "Rather rude if you to ask. Why are you human when you could be anything else?"

The man just sways, eyes confused. "Uhm, er sorry?"

Alexia waves her hand in dismissal, before picking up a solo cup and drinking deeply. "Yes, yes, quite."

You note her lampshade, currently writhing with barely visible energy. Of particular interest is the fact that it's nearly fully occupied, with about twenty five of the figures in the image having been replaced by college party-goers, currently struggling as they're held down by all kinds of wonderful feminine monstrosities, lampshades actively being forced over their heads in the still tapestry.

"I see you've been busy." You comment, a smile forming on your face. You can feel the desire flowing from the fabric, practically steaming off of it. You can also feel how many of the desires are rapidly changing into something more... familiar.

She gives you a knowing grin, then tilts her head slightly. "They needed a lesson. Hm, in fact, I think one of them is ready."

There's a wooshing noise, and suddenly another girl leans against the countertop at her side.

Wearing a huge, dark grey dress that trails on the ground behind her, the girl's lips turn upward in amusement, as if she's just been clued in on a joke she was previosly unaware of.

Her pale grey hands come up past her choker to her black painted lips, the only thing exposed beneath her pure black, spike adorned lampshade.

"OOoooohohohohohoohoho!!"

The long black hair spilling out of the back of her lampshade shakes as she chortles, and her torpedo tits remain firm despite the movement.

Twin black horns rise proudly, sticking about a foot straight up from the lampshade.

Laugh finally diminishing, she dips into a deep curtsy. "My sincerest apologies, Mistress Alexia. Only Hell knows what I would have done if someone threw soda on my dress." Her lip curls in mirth, and she snickers, barely able to hold it in.

Then the drunk at your side tips over backwards, finally having drunk one cup too much, and you all give in.

"OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHO!!"

...

V10L3T

"Really? That's actually super fascinating." Lena says, eyes gleaming with curiosity from behind her glasses. "Nice costume by the way. I think I've seen you around the sorority before?"

You nod neutrally as your finish your scan of Lena's fragile human biology. 

93% Ideal Trait match detected. Recommended action: Seduce Target, perform digitization.

"Ah, Lena."

She blinks. "Yes?"

The two of you sit out behind the house, the solid cedar deck still smelling of fresh wood finish.

"You're like, so totally optimal. Come with me please." You say, holding out your hand to the tall, lanky girl.

She blinks again, though you can see a slight blush creeping up her angular facial features. "Are you... asking me out?"

"Something more... immediate." You reply. The blush creeps higher. You scoff inwardly. Organics.

Nonetheless, she tentatively takes you hand as you lead her out into the yard and behind the shed.

She looks around nervously. "I-I'm not very experienced with this."

You barely hold in a laugh, picking her up by the armpits and pressing her against the wall. She emits a highly aroused yelp of surprise, followed by a scream as you discard your illusion.

You rise to your full height, purple ashes scattering to the ground even as your arms unfold from your torso and your dress burns away into nothing, revealing your bare, feminine chassis.

Her scream is shortly silenced by one of your hands covering her mouth, even as your abdomen opens, four more arms folding out.

"LIKE, PLEASE STAND BY FOR DIGITIZATION. OOHOHOHOHOHO." You state, watching curiously as your laughter washes over her soul like waves hitting a sand castle. 

You could perhaps simply bathe her in it for a few minutes as an alternative conversion process, but then she would still be organic.

Instead, your digitizer limb rises from your exposed chest cavity, it's gemlike top glowing purple and bathing her in energy.

"COMMENCING DIGITIZATION."

She struggles, even as her form starts to turn holographic, her body and soul alike morphing steadily into easily digestible data so as to maintain continuity and aid in mental refactoring.

Soon her empty clothes drop to the ground at your feet, and the last of the holographic particles finish streaming into the synthetic amethyst embedded in between your metallic titties.

It glows purple, even as it projects a small hologram of your current inhabitant.

I- what? What did you do to me!? Why can't I'm-OOOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHO!!

Her voice echoes out of your own mouth, even as you chortle, unable to contain it's power. Your voice overrules her own, and her hologram bends to it's current, laughing alongside you. Her hand twitches, as she tries to hold it by her side.

What is- She looks up at you, fear turning into a confused anger. I don't know what's going on, but if you don't let me go I'm going t-OOOOOOHOHOHO!!!

You hold up a dainty hand to cover your mouth, even as her holographic body flickers, before reappearing in a forced tpose, now utterly naked.

She shrieks, but you simply talk over her, your voice coming out of her mouth. Totally initializing mental refactoring.

Your laughter wraps around her digitized soul, growing her bust even as her skin turns to steel.

You watch as tits grow on her previously flat chest, halting at just the right size to retain her individuality while still being sizeable and shapely.

Her hips widen, her waist remaining thin even as a long metallic lizard tail sprouts from her tailbone.

P-please- I don't want to-OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOO!!

You allow her left arm freedom of movement, and watch proudly as it comes up to ineffectually cover her mouth.

As she continues to laugh, her face shifts to an angular blank screen, not even leaving any lips, the laughter now escaping through digital speakers. You sculpt her legs into digitigrade, enlarge her literally sculpted ass, and draw upon her stored personality preferences to add further visual design. Finally, you add supplemental personality amplifiers to her tits, setting them to boost her vanity and narcissism by a factor of 9.

OOOHOHOHOHOHOOO000!!

You both finish, a satisfaction far deeper than an orgasm settling over you.

Refactoring, like totally complete~

You say in perfect sync, before disgorging her.

Her hologram grows, rapidly reaching full size whereupon it flickers, rapidly writing physical material into reality.

Within a few seconds her new body stands before you, posing vainly. 

"Unit L3N4, like totally online~. OOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!" She intones robotically.

You raise your hand to laugh with her, grinning as she catches it and pulls you into an embrace.

...

Maella

Well, you suppose, as partygoers stare in confusion at the oversexed demonic noblewomen that continue to emerge from the kitchen, it's about time you fed some desires of your own.

Lust fills your senses as men and women alike stare deeply into cleavage, though fear and confusion grow as well. Desires to leave or otherwise figure out what's happening blossom in equal measure. After a moment of contemplation, you decide to aid with the latter, entrusting the former to more aggressively minded individuals. Swooping up to a guy and a girl chatting in the corner of the living room, the both of them absolutely seething with curiosity.

They stare with a mixture of curiosity and concern as you approach. A warm smiles climbs up your face in return and you raise your arm in greeting.

"Curious about what's going on?" You ask, amused.

"I'll fuckin say so." The man says, dressed in rather shredded jeans and a worn tshirt and jacket combo. His thin build is complimented by his height, and though you're no longer attracted to things so... masculine, the subconscious desire wafting off of him as he looks in your direction is quite attractive indeed to someone of your particular tastes. You hold in a laugh.

To his right, a somewhat punkish girl of average height laughs, habitually brushing some of her short blonde hair to the side. "We just made a bet on whether or not Jason hired a bunch of themed prostitutes without telling anyone. You here to hook up with him?"

Unable to hold it in any longer, you break into laughter. "OOOohohohohohoho! Foolish little creature." Both are now looking at you even more curiously. 

"What, did he pay you to act weird too?" The girl says, though you restrain your anger at the indignance. She'll understand soon enough. You can tell from his aura that he bet you're just an elaborate prank, so you latch onto it, devouring it even as you sate it.

"No, nothing like that." You say, entirely cutting your accent to better fulfill his desire. You lean closer, conspiratorially. "Melanie brought a bunch of her mother's dresses, and recruited like, a whole third of us to swap costumes just past midnight." 

The man pumps his fist. "So it is a prank! Fuck you Sarah, gimme my 50."

His desire, sated, flows into you, fueling your power. Like moons around a planet, the two fall into your gravity. Their desires bleed from them, leaving a hollow void in their wake.

"Fuck you Colin. Fine." She hands over the cash, before turning back to you smirking rather sleasily. "So, that said, you still looking for a hookup? I..."

She starts to say, only for her desire for you to spiral out of her, flowing into your hungering unsoul. You laugh, the haughty magic flowing into them even as everything else leaves.

"Wha... What's.... happening to... me?" She manages, slumping back against the wall. The man is faring worse, eyes already glazing over. You cackle vainly.

"Just the first part of the process. Tell me, do you want for anything?"

"I.. no? No..." She says dreamily, Colin saying much the same a second later as you drain the both of then utterly dry. Ah, delicious.

You pulse with sated desire, letting them latch onto it like a starving traveller would a scrap of food.

"Wha... What is that?" Colin says, eyes refocusing.

You grin. "Why, my desire for the both of you to cease being human. Don't you want to sate it?"

Sarah is the first to reply, her gaze turning hungry and malicious as she devours your offered demonic essence. "How? I- I want to-" She blinks. "Why do I- What are you-?!"

In response, you simply pulse again, your hellish essence soaking into her. She blinks again, her eyes glowing golden. "C-cease. Being human?"

You laugh, it's infectious magic joining with the rest flowing into your soon to be spawn. "Don't you find it so utterly boring? I want you to be like me instead."

You let your glamour partially fall away, exposing your true face. Extra limbs crawl out from your sides. They balk, but as you watch, fear rapidly turns to fascination.

Colin leans forward, skin growing pale, hair slowly but visibly growing down his back as his build starts to turn more feminine. At his side, Sarah's skin has already started turning a cracked porcelain. She brings her hand up to cover her mouth, now unable to resist.

You almost scoff, laughing haughtily instead. Far too easy. You wonder how Esmis is doing.

...

Esmis

Skin rubs against burning hot skin as Bri aggressively humps your thigh. You lift your head, moaning luridly as the 30th orgasm of the session rocks through you.

Purple-orange flames flicker across your nude body, cascading across that of your partner and finalizing her changes. The now demonic Sabrina gives into an orgasm of her own, clad in rather gothic looking lingerie that barely covers any of her light purple skin. The searing heat of her perfected body flows into you, even as she pulls back, releasing your hand from her vice-like thighs.

Purple-blue flame roars up her body, burning into a wonderfully revealing hot pink dress, her skin returning to it's dreary human shade.

"Oh the wonders of your body, my love~" She murmurs, checking herself over and holding out a hand.

You grasp it, moving away from the corner of the small guest bedroom and reforming your own glamour.

Hands clasped lovingly, the two of you strut back out into the hall.

"Hmm, Bri?" You ask.

"Yes, slut?" 

"How long were we in there? It seems quite some time has passed!" You laugh, and she joins you. The two of you look around at the hall, corruption visibly creeping along the floor and transmuting it into something far more regal. Busts of rather busty women sit in recesses in the walls, carved of seemingly pure gold.

Grinning eagerly, the two of you stroll towards the corruptions source, screaming and laughing in equal measure soon reaching your ears. You continue down the stairs, pace unhurried.

When you arrive, the living room is in a state of anarchy.

A handful of demonic noblewomen bar the front door, chatting energetically even as one holds an ailing human against her side with a vice grip.

A group of panicked students has clustered together near a window, trying to smash it open, but as you watch, blackened vines grow over it's surface, preventing escape. They panic, turning to scatter, only for a third of the group to vanish into a grinning woman's lampshade. They flee around her, yet more being vaporized into holographic blue cubes by a robotic woman wearing a striking teal dress.

A girl you recognize as the leader of the volleyball team tries to swing her fist at wonderful Sabrina, your first conversion of the evening, only for it to be caught like the swing of a petulant child.

You watch as Sabrina grins and twists the girls wrist, wrenching her forward into a kiss.

Across the room, two more panic-stricken students arrive from elsewhere in the house, skidding to a halt in the doorway. You approach hungrily, Bri slapping your ass as you go and turning to go convert one of her friends who's currently making a stand in the corner with a fire poker.

The two girls at the door, a redhead and a black haired brunette with Asian features start as you approach, turning to run back the way they came. Fortunately for them, you're far faster than a human would be in the same dress.

You hand lashes out, hooking the redhead by the back of her shirt. She shrieks for help, even as her terrified colleague sprints back the way she came.

She struggled for a moment, then seemingly resigns herself as your thick tail winds tightly around her legs.

"What are you going to do to me?" She says, fear turning to despair.

You laugh for at least half a minute. "Why, only what you'll be doing to your friend in just a moment."

Then your lips press against hers, and it's over.