Succubus Summon Substitution (Succubus TG) Draft (Patreon)

The college library was emptier than a politician's promises as I crept between the dusty shelves. I mean, who hangs out in a library on a Friday night? Besides me, apparently. But I, Justin the totally-not-gullible student, had a mission.

"Summoning for Dummies," I muttered, scanning the spines. "Come on, where's the demon hotline when you need it?"

I'd heard the rumors - whispers about a book that could conjure up honest-to-goodness demons. Yeah, right. And I'm the tooth fairy's second cousin. But curiosity's a hell of a drug, so here I was, playing Ghostbusters in the reference section.

Finally, I spotted it. A tome so ancient it probably predated sliced bread. I cracked it open, and a puff of dust made me sneeze loud enough to wake the dead.

"Gesundheit," I muttered to myself, wiping my nose on my sleeve. Real classy, Justin.

I squinted at the faded text, trying to decipher what looked like a preschooler's crayon scribbles. "Okay, let's see... 'To summon thy demon, speaketh these words thrice'... blah blah blah... 'and offereth a sacrifice most dear.'"

I rolled my eyes. "Right, because I totally brought my firstborn child to the library."

But hey, in for a penny, in for a pound. I cleared my throat and started chanting, feeling like the world's biggest idiot. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Okay, so I might have substituted some Teen Titans spells. Sue me.

Suddenly, the air grew thick and heavy.

A weird tingling sensation spread through my body, like I'd just chugged a gallon of energy drink mixed with pop rocks. The book started to glow, which was definitely not normal library behavior.

"Uh, hello? Demon customer service?" I called out, my voice cracking embarrassingly. "I'd like to file a complaint about your summoning process. It's a bit... sparkly."

“Hello dear customer, Elizabeth from the Demon customer service speaking. How can I help you?“

I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the spots from my vision. The voice had come from... well, nowhere and everywhere at once. Great, now I was hallucinating. Maybe those energy drinks in my backpack had finally gone bad.

"Uh, yeah, hi Elizabeth," I stammered, feeling ridiculous for talking to thin air. "I think there's been a mistake. I was trying to summon a demon, not call a helpline."

"That would make you the third Human who called for that reason this week," the disembodied voice replied cheerfully. "We've recently upgraded our summoning system to be more user-friendly. It works for the most part, but as you can probably tell we still have a few kinks to work out. Now, how may I assist you today?"

I ran a hand through my hair, which felt oddly... longer? "Look, I don't actually want anything. This was just a stupid experiment. Can we just forget this happened and I'll return the book?"

“Sure, you can do that, but something tells me that won’t have the outcome you desire.“ Elizabeth answered out of thin air, which made me even more nervous.

"What do you mean, 'not the outcome I desire'?" I asked, my voice rising an octave. "All I desire is to go home, forget this ever happened, and maybe grab a pizza on the way."

"Well, you see," Elizabeth's voice took on an apologetic tone, "the summoning process has already begun. And, um, there might be some... side effects."

As if on cue, my body started tingling again, but this time it felt less like pop rocks and more like my entire being was being remixed by a DJ with a vendetta against biology.

"What's happening to me?" I yelped, watching in horror as my hands began to shrink and my fingernails lengthened into perfectly manicured points.

"Oh dear," Elizabeth sighed. "It seems you've activated our premium package: 'Demonic Selftransformation Summoning Deluxe'. I will take a wild guess and say that it was not your intention to turn yourself into an overly busty succubus that is on standby, ready to be summoned at a moment's notice?”

"A WHAT?!" I screeched, my voice hitting a pitch I didn't even know was possible. I looked down at my body, which was rapidly morphing into something that wouldn't look out of place on the cover of a trashy fantasy novel. "Oh no, no, no, this is not happening!"

"I'm afraid it is," Elizabeth replied, sounding like she was trying not to laugh. "Congratulations, you're our newest succubus recruit! We'll call you... Judith. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"Judith?!" I spluttered, watching in disbelief as my college sweatshirt stretched to accommodate my new, uh, assets. "I don't want to be Judith! I want to be Justin! You know, the guy who came in here five minutes ago looking for a laugh, not a magical gender swap!"

“If that wasn’t your intention, then you must have messed up big time. I mean, judging from your stats, your bust hasn’t even reached the halfway point of its size yet.“

"Half... halfway point?" I squeaked, watching in horror as my chest continued to expand like someone had hooked me up to a bicycle pump. "This is insane! Can't you just... I don't know, ctrl+z this whole thing?"

Elizabeth's disembodied voice sighed. "I'm afraid our demonic transformations don't come with an undo button. It's more of a one-way street situation. But look on the bright side! You'll never have to worry about finding a Halloween costume again."

I groaned, the sound coming out far more sultry than I'd intended. "Great, just great. So what am I supposed to do now? I can't exactly go back to my dorm looking like... this." I gestured wildly at my new body, which was still settling into its final form.

“I regret to inform you that this is still a little bit from your final form. Survey says that you will end up with purple hair and eyes, some wings, a tail and the thunderiest thighs that ever clapped. Aaaaand there they come.“

As if on cue, I felt a strange pressure on my lower back. With a soft 'pop', a pair of leathery wings unfurled behind me, knocking over a nearby book cart. My hair began to tingle, and I watched in fascination and horror as it lengthened and shifted to a deep, shimmering purple.

"Oh, come on!" I exclaimed, my voice now a sultry purr that would make phone sex operators jealous. "Wings? Really? How am I supposed to fit through doors now?"

"They're retractable," Elizabeth helpfully supplied. "Just think 'in' and they'll fold up. Oh, and don't forget about your tail!"

I spun around, nearly toppling over on my new sky-high heels, to see a slender, arrow-tipped tail swishing behind me. "A tail? Seriously? What am I, some kind of sexy dragon?"

"Close! You're a succubus, remember?" Elizabeth chirped. "The tail's great for balance. And seduction, of course."

"Of course," I muttered, rolling my now-purple eyes. "Because that's exactly what I needed in my life. More seduction power."

I caught sight of my reflection in a nearby window and nearly fainted. Staring back at me was a purple-haired bombshell with curves that defied physics and a come-hither look that I definitely hadn't authorized.

“Oh yeah, I should probably warn you. Newly transformed succubi, especially when they have no prior seductive experience, gain a lot of unconscious habits and involuntary regular movement changes. Things like gait, the way they talk and posing. I just thought of warning you beforehand before your thighs double in thickness and you wonder why you walk so differently now.“

"Wait, what?" I squeaked, glancing down at my legs which were, indeed, starting to look like they belonged to a professional squat enthusiast. "You're telling me I'm going to be walking around like some kind of... of..."

"Seductress?" Elizabeth helpfully supplied. "Femme fatale? Walking pin-up model?"

"Not helping!" I hissed, trying to take a step and nearly toppling over as my new center of gravity made itself known. My hips swayed with a mind of their own, and I found myself automatically striking poses that would make a Victoria's Secret model blush.

"Oh dear," Elizabeth tutted. "It seems your new succubus instincts are kicking in rather strongly. Don't fight it, dear. It'll only make things more... interesting."

As if on cue, I felt an overwhelming urge to run my hands through my newly luscious purple locks, arching my back in a way that was definitely not PG-rated. "Interesting?!" I squeaked, my voice coming out as a breathy moan. "This is a disaster! How am I supposed to explain this to my roommate? Or my professors?"

"Well," Elizabeth mused, "you could always say you're really committed to your drama club's production of 'Sexy Demons: The Musical'."

I groaned, the sound coming out more like a sultry purr. "Oh yeah, that'll go over great. 'Sorry I missed class, professor. I was too busy being an interdimensional sex symbol.'"

Suddenly, a thought struck me. "Wait a minute. If I'm a succubus now, does that mean I have to... you know... seduce people?"

"Oh honey, you are definitely in luck," Elizabeth chuckled, as some computer typing could be heard in the background. “As per a recent law modification, succubi are no longer required to enter the seduction industry. Well, under one condition that is.“

“…and that would be?“

“They need to be summoned by a human at least once and give them the best night they can. After doing that once, any succubus is free to do whatever they…“

“Does it have to be a man?“ I had already pulled out my phone, texting my best friend faster than sheriffs can shoot in the Wild West.

“That’s not specified in the rules.“

“Awesome. One sec.“ I announced, sending the text I wrote instantly.

«Hey Stacy. I need a favor from you.»

It didn’t even take fifteen minutes before a summoning circle appeared beneath me. No idea why I instantly knew that it was a summoning circle. Must have played too many video games. Elizabeth wished me good luck at the last moment, and next I knew I was sitting in the living room of my best friend and roommate.

My best friend was staring at me as if she just watched the hottest fantasy creature in history appear right before her nose. Now the hard part: How the heck do I explain this situation to her? How the heck do I explain those boobs to her?

And most importantly: How the heck am I supposed to give her the best night I can?!?

…actually. That last one might not even be so hard…

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Honestly, how does the customer service of demon summoning deal with people like that? I would have gone crazy years ago.

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