Cheerful Death - TG

Jay shivered as a brush of air moved past his cheeks, the feel of a gentle pressure making him turn a little in surprise. The squeak of his chair made him stiffen, then relax with a small laugh as he wheeled it around again, tilting his head back; he felt tired. Pip hadn't said much to him recently, either, and he hadn't gotten around to responding to their last mutual predicament.  He was having a hard time following up with the story of time traveling princesses.

"Maybe I'll just leave it as is," he muttered after a moment; the pen drooped a little in his hand as he thought about the idea of getting an actual night's rest.

"I wouldn't." His eyes snapped open; there was woman on his desk where his computer had been. She smiled at him lightly, gently reaching out to close his mouth, and then stretched out across his desk. Her breasts strained against the slit top as she did so, dragging his attention up, and then down as she dropped her hands in front of the black miniskirt. "It'll end bad."

He gave a guilty start, turning back to her face. "End bad?"

She nodded, smiling as she sat up. Her skirt had a slit down the left side; it matched the one that ran half way up the bottom of her cleavage.  "You deciding not to draw a comic will result in a chain of events that catch my attention due to extreme boredom, with the result that I'll come to pay you a visit." She paused, leaning forward until her breasts labored a tiny bit beneath his nose. She tweaked the end of it, laughing a little. "Too late."

Her foot at the end of his chair pushed him back, rolling him to the end of the room as she delicately stepped off the wall, coming closer to him. He stumbled out of his own chair, running towards the doorway. She smiled from the other side of it, pressing a hand against his chest.

"I wanted to do this like Phantasma did with Pip; I'm sure you haven't heard about that one, but it was interesting… Of course, I intend to make some changes…" the cloth withered in a line as she ran her finger down the front, sliding the shirt apart a little.  "You jump around too much anyway."

"I… I jump around too much?" he squealed. "You were-" he paused, realizing she was gone.

Gentle hands slid around his arms from behind, the pressure of her breasts moving against his back. They moved up and down as she nodded. "Yep. Far too much; I think I'm going to have you at the bottom of my succubus pyramid, next to pip; it'll give you two a chance to chat in one place while I admire you." She smiled, her hands sliding under the flaps of cloth. "I think you're gonna like being on the bottom."

"Who-"

"Katai, the goddess of death," she interrupted. Her breath tickled against his ear, sending a bit of hair tickling over him; it was blond. "Did anyone ever tell you that you were going to die tonight?"

"D-die?" he squeaked.

"And looks like you did," she added. "Or your about too." She pinched the nipples as they pressed out, the heart beginning to slow as the flesh expanded. She held the cloth closed tightly until they had grown outwards completely, knitting the cloth shut directly over the nipples. "Your heart beat's picking up."

He nodded, unable to speak. His body felt numb. He could see his sides working their way inwards but he couldn't feel them. The vision began to get blurry, the sounds and sensations coming from miles away. He thought he felt something press against his groin, something slithering upwards, pressing against him. He gasped once, but it was all the sound that would come out. His head hurt; he could feel bones shifting.

His heart stopped.

There was a moment of silence and then a sudden pain in his back. His vision cleared as the skin erupted in small wings that fluttered behind him, a similar feeling in his bottom giving a moment's warning. He had time to realize his bottom had gained padding before the tail erupted out, slithering between his legs as the bottom half of his pants fell out, the cloth material stretching outwards as it shifted to a skirt. He felt a breeze for a moment before the panties formed, tight against him but with a hole for his new appendage; it had a spade at the end.

"What… happened?" His voice sounded soft, but it felt a relief to be able to speak at all.

"You died," She shrugged. Her hands turned him around, and she studied him critically for a moment before brushing a strand of hair from his cheek, wetting her thumb with her tongue before fixing it in place. "Aneurysm, I think, same as you were supposed to have. Maybe a heart attack; don't know. 'Course, I turned you into a succubus at the same moment, so it all worked out don't you think?"

She smiled, tugging a little at the tiny wing behind him. Her other hand pulled at the skirt; it was pleated, with a small LS sewed into the bottom. "Now come on; what's say we hear a cheer for that comic you're gonna draw?"