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"Do you think the storm will help or ruin people's plans for tonight?" Daphne asked as the official start time of the party drew near.
"Who cares, as long as we're having a good time, right, babe?" Harry replied nonchalantly.
"It's not just fun," Daphne snapped, turning to her husband in frustration. "We've invited our friends and neighbors over for a Halloween party. If it's a bust because no one shows up, it reflects poorly on us."
"Not my fault," Harry retorted. "Some folks might not make it because of the storm. They're forecasting it to get really bad later tonight."
"Come on, don't be a downer," Daphne complained as lightning flashed outside, followed by a rumble of thunder. "Hey, cut it out with the negativity," Harry said, holding his wife's shoulders. "Just because you're dressed up as a devil for tonight's party doesn't mean you have to be such a grump. I'll be your angel, okay?"
"Thanks, honey," Daphne replied, pressing herself against her husband and hugging him. "You're my better half, especially tonight."
A loud clap of thunder shook the house, causing Daphne to jump into Harry's arms in fright. Another lightning bolt illuminated the night sky, and rain poured down as if it would never stop. It was the kind of storm that typically kept people at home, cozying up with books in a safe place. But Daphne and Harry could only hope that enough guests would brave the weather to make the party worth the effort. After all, they had already spent a significant amount of money and effort on snacks, drinks, and decorations. It had to pay off somehow.
Fortunately for the couple, others were willing to face the weather to attend their Halloween party. It didn't take long for guests to start arriving, even as the storm raged on. Harry and Daphne hastily welcomed people at the door, ushering them into their home.
The influx of new guests never seemed to end. Eventually, neither of them could continue with the welcoming duties. There was too much going on, too much demanding their attention as hosts, and they couldn't manage everything themselves.
Luckily, Ron showed up and took on the role of the official greeter. His pirate costume was a bit silly, but it added to his charm. And it freed both Daphne and Harry from dealing with all the other party details, including the music, food, and most importantly, the drinks.
Of all the things, it was the drinks that seemed to require the most attention. There was a keg of beer that the guys seemed to love, and a punch bowl had already been emptied and refilled twice. The punch itself was non-alcoholic, but there were plenty of bottles of alcohol on hand for guests to decide just how intoxicated they wanted to get as they prepared for some late-night karaoke.
Harry and Daphne were delighted that their party turned out to be a success. Dozens of guests had attended, which meant that word would soon spread about their incredible gathering, making them the king and queen of parties in the neighborhood. Now all they had to do was enjoy the experience, have a few drinks, and simply relax and savor the rest of the night. However, that turned out to be impossible.
The storm outside raged even stronger. Lightning flashed through the windows, followed by thunder that shook the entire house. The lights went out, and someone screamed in the darkness. Daphne was terrified. What if the lights never came back on? A power outage could ruin the party, not that she had any control over it. Even worse, the whole situation was surreal. Daphne could almost feel the magic coursing through her skin. It was as if the lightning had reacted with the house's shields. Something had happened to her. She sensed it had happened to everyone else too.
When the lights came back on, the music started playing as if it had never stopped. Daphne looked around, trying to make sense of what had happened. She noticed someone rushing into the bathroom with a large, orange head. It didn't make sense.
But then it hit her. As she scanned the party, looking at all the guests, Daphne smiled when she realized that every person had transformed into a sexy version of their costume. Daphne glanced down, discovering that her devilish costume had changed, just like her body. Where she had always been average, she now looked like a busty bombshell, with large breasts and a body designed for one purpose: sex.
"Fuck me," Daphne whispered to herself, admiring her new form. She ran her hands over her naked skin, reveling in how revealing her outfit had become. Then she squeezed her breasts, finding them to be a perfect balance of softness and firmness, defying gravity.
But Daphne didn't stop there. After emitting a low moan of desire while fondling her breasts through her tiny top, she ran her hands through her blonde hair, only to discover horns protruding from her head. They were hard and pointed, fully attached to her skull.
"I guess I'm a demon," Daphne said, then chuckled involuntarily. "I look fucking sexy."
Daphne's pussy throbbed with need as she appreciated her body and realized how it could fulfill her wildest dreams. The sexual desire flowing through her now was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt so good, being sexy, embracing that sexuality, and living it to the fullest.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Daphne surveyed the party. All the men had turned into muscular versions of their costumes. As for the women... well, they had transformed into sultry versions. Daphne's smile widened even more as she looked at it all. This was the place for a sexy demon like her.
"Look at that fucking cow!" one of the guests exclaimed, drawing Daphne's attention to the back door.
Daphne watched as a sexy cowgirl ran into the backyard, dressed in a bikini with a cow print and a cowbell around her neck. She barely glanced at the woman's breasts, but Daphne instinctively knew they would be filled to the brim with milk.
However, as Daphne observed the scene, imagining what it would be like to have sex with all of her sexy guests, she still felt drawn to one man. She had to find him. She had to find her husband. Harry was dressed like an angel, and with Daphne's newfound demonic desires, she wanted to tempt him into falling. That was her life's goal.
Lightning flashed, sending white-hot streaks into the house. Harry and several other guests cowered in fear, only to look up as the lights suddenly went out. The sounds of screams and chaos replaced all the usual background noise that filled the party with life.
Terrified, Harry stumbled for a moment until he found his way to the open space in the center of the kitchen, away from the guests gathering drinks and food from the countertops. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, which was strange because he usually had poor night vision.
Suddenly, the lights came back on, bathing everyone in brightness and warmth. As Harry blinked to readjust to the light level, he saw what had changed since the power had been turned off and back on. Every man and woman in the room had transformed, gaining new muscle mass, while most of the women seemed to have enlarged breasts. Strangely enough, their costumes had also changed, becoming sexier versions of what they had originally worn, leaving little to the imagination.
Without even thinking about it, Harry flexed his muscles, especially his arms and back. But there was also a third set of exercises that took him a moment to understand. When he first dressed for the party, he wore fake angel wings, similar to what he had seen once on a stripper named Angel when he went to a strip club. But now, these wings were real, and Harry discovered that he could control them as if they had always been a part of him. It was strange and unexpected, yet it felt so natural.
Without wasting any more time contemplating, Harry looked down at his bare chest. He had muscles on top of muscles, his body perfectly sculpted as if he had spent hours in the gym lifting weights. At the same time, his pants had turned into something resembling a skirt, hiding much of what was underneath. However, the shape of something hard was still visible. Harry reached under the hem of his fustanella, a traditional Greek skirt, and wrapped his hand around the base of his thick member. The harder he gripped, the larger it seemed to become. As a result, he became increasingly aroused.
"Damn it," Harry muttered, unable to believe he had a huge cock. "Did this happen to you too?" He asked his nearest neighbor, a guy named Neville, dressed as a zombie. Except, he looked like a decaying corpse, but now he had broad muscles and a finely tuned body.
"Brains," Neville muttered, showing no reaction, displaying no signs of understanding his observation. He continued to stare at him with vacant eyes, as if he were a mannequin left in the room as decoration. He might look sexy and attractive now, but mentally, he had regressed to a dim-witted state, becoming a true zombie.
But the zombie appearance was just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. Everyone had changed, donning costumes, but with their sexuality turned up to eleven, with every handsome man and every woman exploding with assets.
The music never stopped, and it sounded like everyone in the living room had returned to dancing, and probably much more. But as Harry took it all in, he suddenly realized that his wife would also have felt it. Daphne would have turned into some devil or demon. And if that was the case, he had to save her. Or if he couldn't do that, he had to pull her away from the other guests before she did something awful.
"Daphne," Harry called out loudly, hoping to get her attention, not caring that his voice rose above the music and the screams. "Where are you?"
"Here, honey." Daphne's voice came from the hallway leading to the bedroom. "Why don't you come back here and show me your halo?"
Harry heard laughter, the kind Daphne usually reserved for dirty talk when they were alone at home, but this time it was accompanied by giggles, giving it a more sinister tone. It only convinced Harry that he had to act. He rushed down the hallway, desperate to reach his wife.
"Stay there. Don't move!" Harry shouted, barging into the bedroom, where he had heard the giggles. Then he stopped, encountering the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
His wife looked like pure sex. She was the definition of a seductive succubus. He couldn't help but fall to his knees and worship her bare feet. His heart raced as he stared at her for a few moments without a word. Her new curves, light blond hair, blood-red lips, and sharp, pointed horns on her head were enchanting. He couldn't tear his gaze away, even if he wanted to. She had captivated him, drawn him into her sexual web. He only hoped he had the strength to resist her charm. Because if an angel couldn't resist her, what hope did humans have?
"Darling, how I've missed you," Daphne purred. "Did you bring your sword with you? Because I'm in the mood for a battle between the sheets, where my pussy fights against that huge cock of yours."
As soon as Harry caught his breath and his mind returned from heaven after gazing at his busty, sexy wife, he said, "Daphne, what happened? You look different. Is everything okay?"
"I look sexy as hell, thank you," she said with a giggle and a wide, joyful smile. "And the fact that I see your thick meaty cock stretching that skirt you're wearing makes me think we should have sex right now."
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There you will read chapter 1, 2, 3, 4,
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