Author’s opening comment: This is part 2 of a continuing story. Part 1 can be found at http://stories.xnxx.com/story/39170/Summoning_Lord_Tyrrin, but if you don’t feel like reading it, the summary is that a woman summoned the Lord of all demons, and forced him to grant her great powers. Immortality, eternal youth, and indestructibility started it, and eventually she made him give her power to control humans. That last power was given through a rather extreme fucking. Afterwards, Tyrrin gifted her (from his own free will) a nobility in the demonic worlds for reasons unknown.

So there I was. After having been thoroughly fucked by the lord of all demons, granted nearly unlimited powers, and even granted a nobility in the demon kingdoms, I was lying in a pool of demon cum, feeling it slosh around my innards. Anything similar to those experiences ought to have killed me, if my first wish weren’t for immortality. I passed in and out of consciousness for three full days, as the demonic cum dried around me.
When I finally fully awoke, I thought I was trapped. The cum over me and on me had eventually solidified into a rock-hard mass, sticking me to the ground. Eternity trapped in demon cum didn’t appeal to me, so I decided now was as good a time as any to test my new powers over humans.
I focused, flexed mental muscles I never knew I had, and caused myself to grow. The feeling is hard to describe: How would you tell someone how to move their own arm? It felt just like that, but I was making my arms and legs grow, and expand. They pressed against the solid cum and strained a moment as I reached the first test of my powers’ strength. Eventually, my powers won out and the cum shattered, freeing me. I stood up, stumbling over my large limbs, and managed to stagger up the cold stone staircase. At the top, I opened the door, sliding aside a wall panel in my bedroom.
All I could think about now was my bed, and I collapsed into it, letting a natural sleep heal the last ills from my sex-induced coma. Apparently I was not immune to all forms of exhaustion. When I awoke, finally feeling well, I sat up and saw myself in the mirror. I screamed. My arms were grotesque aberrations of nature, with bulges in all the wrong places for male or female bodies. The skin was stretched tight and blood vessels were clearly visible under the nearly translucent flesh. I was horrified as I slid out of bed and stood nude in front of the mirror. My legs were as hideous as my arms. The cold, emotionless part of my mind registered that clearly being powerful required some finesse.
I overcame the fear slowly, gradually. I flexed my mind, and forced my body smaller. Three hours I stood in front of that mirror. Three hours of body alteration. It wasn’t until I’d been working for an hour and a half that I could even make myself look human. All iterations before that point were too disgusting to describe, almost as bad as my first blind test. For the next hour after that, I set to perfecting my female body. I looked at myself with small, perky breasts, huge ponderous ones, and settled on a very firm and sensitive upper C cup. My abs didn’t take long, just a quick flattening and tightening. My ass was a bigger problem. I eventually decided on one that matched my breasts: Middling size, but firm and sensitive. Before Tyrrin first changed me, my face was a little long and morose. My new face was… too perfect. Like you’d see on a billboard or magazine. Beautiful, but unreal. That simply wouldn’t do, but I couldn’t decide between a sensual “fuck-me” face or a serious, powerful one. Eventually, I came to the realization that I could use both! I first built a serious face for myself, strong and a little severe. Then, I memorized every aspect of that face and started on a “fuck-me” face. Full, red lips. Perfect, soft skin. Eyelashes that could capture a man’s heart in a flutter. And a thin, fluted throat that every man would imagine making bulge with his cock. I practiced changing between my faces by standing with my back to the mirror, changing, then looking back. I eventually got the skill of changing appearance without visual feedback down, and I was about two and a half hours into my three-hour session.
The last half-hour was filled with some more adventure. I soon realized that I wasn’t bound to old female concepts, or even human ones. Or even Earth-based ones. What I could do to my own body and others’ was limited only by my imagination. I saw myself with a cock instead of a clit. I made it large, and stroked it a little. I turned it into two cocks, and stroked one in each hand. I put cocks on my tits, made my fingers cocks, and even my tongue for a little while. It was fun and new, but I lost interest quickly as the novelty wore off. So then I turned my head into a lionesses. That made me laugh… or roar, rather. I knew about bestiality, so I gave myself a horse cock, for laughs. And an elephant’s snout, a cheetah’s tail, and a dog’s hind legs. I was having fun, but eventually stopped, for that moment at least. Finally I tried some otherworldly forms, to test my own imagination’s reach. I was a succubus for a moment, a tentacle monster, a Martian grey, and some forms that I imagined out of fiction.
To say my new powers were wonderful would be an understatement. And I knew that I’d never even tried controlling people’s hearts and minds yet. But I could. There would be a brief learning period, of course. I’d have to be careful, at least at the beginning. And then my phone rang.
It was my job, calling to ask where I’d been. It was Monday afternoon and I never showed up. I found it hard not to laugh as I informed my boss I felt so ill this morning, but I was so very sorry and I’d run in immediately to apologize in person.
I got in my car and finally broke out into the laughter I’d been holding in. My boss was a lecherous old man who I knew wanted to fuck me and I knew fucked half the secretarial pool. I needed someone to test some powers on, and there wasn’t a more deserving asshole in this world as far as I knew. And over the phone I used my best seductive voice, and I put on my “fuck-me” face. I bet the old man was already hard just from our phone conversation.
I got to the office I worked in and let myself in. I worked at a tech support firm, but I was in HR. Most of my job was adjudicating petty disputes among the staff. Everyone else was gone, but I knew my boss would still be there, waiting for my… personal… apology. I knocked on his door, and he called for me. I entered the room, and he was sitting there. I could see his erection already… no. I couldn’t see it. I could feel it. I could feel him, his body, his heart, and his mind. He was the first person I’d been in close contact with since I woke, and the new overload of sensations made me reel. I stumbled and fell against the doorframe and he rushed over to me, the image of a worrying friend. I decided to play his game for a little while. I had a wonderful new body and wanted to use it before I played with my true powers. So old-fashioned seduction was the first order of business.
I looked up at him, sweetness and innocence dancing in my eyes as I rested on my knees in front of him. I “rested” my hands on his hips, my fingers resting close to his penis. I told him I was so very sorry for missing work, and if there was anything I could do to make up for it.