The Once And Future Queen
Long and, uh, sort of weird by the end. There’s some pictures later on made using the Kisekae dress-up tool.
Kelly knew it was a little weird for a cute, popular girl like her to be so attracted to Stevie. After all, they weren’t very much alike. She was tall, bubbly, outgoing, and very pretty; he was short, shy, a little stocky.
But something about him made her just wild with desire. Like there was some secret to him that she just couldn’t resist.
“Uh, so Kels, we, uh, need to talk.”
“About what?” They were sitting on Stevie’s bed after some moderately heavy petting, Stevie still wearing his school uniform with his oh-so-cute sweater vest, Kelly in a slightly more risqué girls version of the same.
“I’m not human. I’m a– well, I’m a demon.”
“You’re a what?”
“A demon. Here, look–” and he stood up and suddenly instead of short, cute Steven Schwarz there was, well, short, cute demonic Steven Schwarz. His skin was pink, his forehead had little nubs of horns sticking out, a little cute tail stuck out of the top of his pants.
“Uh, OK. This is… uh…”
“Look, it’s OK if you think it’s weird, I know it’s a lot to take in.” He was still apologetic and hesitant in this form, she thought.
“No, you know what, you’re still super cute, we can keep dating! I love you for who you are, Stevie, and nothing could change that!”
“Really?” His pink face blushed a deeper shade of red, and Kelly just about melted. He was so cute sometimes!
“I want to try it with your other form.”
“What?” They were lying in bed together, naked. Once Stevie had revealed that his ‘parents’ were really just clever-looking magic, the two of them spent most of their time together at his place, doing homework and making out. Kelly had quickly learned that dating a demon meant that all the stories about demonic sexual prowess were true – Stevie’s cock was way bigger and firmer than his diminutive frame suggested.
“Your demon form. We’ve never had sex with you transformed before.”
Shrugging, Stevie discarded his human disguise and revealed his demonic self. Kelly sized him up. A little more definition on the muscles, slightly taller, maybe? The pink skin, of course. And down below…
…down below was huge, already semi-hard and way bigger than his human form. Kelly grinned wolfishly as it rose and pointed at her pert boobs. “Oh, this looks promising. You’ve been holding out on me, honey…” She licked the tip, and was rewarded with a thick dollop of pre-cum.
That summer was a haze of sex, sex, and more sex. Kelly, always something of a hedonist, fell completely and totally into nymphomania that season, as her cute, cuddly boyfriend found himself undergoing a heck of a growth spurt.
Stevie’s human form gained nearly seven inches and almost fifty pounds that summer, nearly all of it seemingly muscle. The minute the coach laid eyes on him in gym class that fall, he was shanghaied into joining the football team, where he made an excellent wide receiver. Kelly, who had always been close to the cheerleaders, cheered him on from the sidelines.
And that was just his human form, growth restrained to keep up the facade of humanity. His demonic form, bound by no such conventions, was even more impressive, now a towering slab of muscle and sex appeal over six feet tall. Kelly felt like he seemed bigger every time he transformed, and eagerly awaited their daily make-out sessions at his home, where she got to ride the “biggest, hardest, sexiest cock on the planet!” whenever she wanted.
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world…” she enthused one afternoon, cuddling up in her demonic boyfriend’s soft embrace. He merely groaned happily and snuggled closer.
“Mom! Can you come here!?”
“What is it, honey?” Kelly’s mom stuck her head into her room in time to see her daughter standing nude in front of her full-length mirror, a bra held up to her chest.
“I think I need new bras.”
“Again?” She stepped inside and appraised her daughter’s figure, then took the bra from her and tried to clasp it across her chest. “Well, the band still fits right, but these cups…” A deep bulge of tit overflowed each cup, signaling that she had rapidly outgrown her D-cups.
“I know I just got these last month, but they really don’t fit,” Kelly pointed out.
“Alright, well, let’s go to the mall this afternoon.”
That evening, she was over at Stevie’s again, and her boyfriend was eagerly exploring her newly-measured F-cup boobs. “…and I feel like I’m growing all over, you know? I’m three inches taller now than I was six months ago, too!”
“Some girls just have late growth spurts,” Stevie suggested between mouthfuls of her big fat nipples.
“Some boys do, too,” she giggled, stroking his horns. Stevie’s demonic form was nearly seven feet tall now, and as wide as a refrigerator. His skin had darkened considerably over the past few years, and was now a deep, vibrant red, which extended into his horns, themselves as large as a longhorn’s. His cock was a cervix-punishing 18 inches long, but Kelly took it with ease – a feat she convinced herself was a result of how she’d worked herself up to it as he’d grown, but secretly scared her slightly.
The most exciting thing these days were the wings. Two little nubs were sprouting from Stevie’s back, right beneath his shoulderblades. Already, it looked like he was going to have a pretty impressive wingspan; maybe ten feet or so, he’d guessed. “Of course, that’s nothing compared to some of my uncles, but they’ve had a lot longer to get to that point.” Kelly had tactfully declined to ask exactly how long some of his uncles had been in the demon business.
“Stevie.”
“I need you to calm down, honey.”
“Stevie, what’s going on?”
“It’s– damnit, I should have seen this coming.” His large wings flapped agitatedly as he spoke. “My, uh, influence must be seeping over into you.” He gestured at the ring on her finger. “That’s probably speeding up the process.”
“I have horns because we got engaged?!”
“Well, that’s a somewhat reductive way of putting it–”
“I can’t go out like this!”
He stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms, and after a moment of stiffness she relaxed into the embrace. “I know it’s scary, but don’t worry, it’s going to be alright,” he murmured into her hair, wings wrapped around the pair protectively. He guided her over to the couch, carefully sat her down, and then shifted into his human form.
“Ok, so I need you to concentrate on what you look like as a human. Hold that mental image in your head very carefully. Concentrate on it. Picture it in reality… and now there should be the sensation of a little muscle just beyond that, in the back of your mind. Flex that muscle. You can feel it working, changing how you appear, how you are, your entire…” and as he spoke, the two little horn nubs on Kelly’s forehead shrank away into nothingness, and Kelly, perfectly normal human, was sitting on the couch once more.
She opened her eyes and smiled warily. “I guess that wasn’t… so bad…” They embraced, and as they did so, both shifted into their demon forms again, and then made their way toward the bedroom…
“Stevie, do you think I’m getting too big?”
Every male in all the planes of existence knows a trap when a woman asks him that question, and Stevie was no different. “I think you look amazing, sweetie,” she said, eyes drinking in her body.
Kelly’s demonic form had wasted no time in becoming a very physical manifestation of the absurd lust that had always been bubbling just beneath the surface. She stood eye level with Stevie, her legs long, lithe, and powerful, capped off with wide, child-bearing hips and a spectacular ass that had a long, prehensile tail sprouting from the base of her spine. Her waist was corset-thin and sculpted with muscles, her back obscured by raven-black and exceptionally-silky hair that cascaded off her scalp in waves. The front of her torso was similarly obscured by the two enormous breasts that covered it, each one the size of a prize watermelon, capped with teat-like nipples whose nerve endings seemed to be hooked directly to her clitoris.
She shifted to her human form, which, while still sexy, was much more in the realm of the humanly possible. “I just feel so big these days,” she said.
Stevie stood and stepped over to her, his nude form seeming absurdly large next to her much smaller human disguise. “Honey, I’m over seven feet tall and as wide as a truck. Do you really think I care about how big you seem?”
Grinning, Kelly shifted back to her demon form and stared directly into his eyes, which momentarily confused Stevie, who hadn’t realized she’d gotten that tall. “That’s good,” she purred, rubbing her tits against his chest. “Because I think I’m still getting bigger.”
Stevie sat on the couch in the living room, a beer in his hand, and relaxed. It had been a hard day with a lot of magical exertion, and now he was enjoying the downtime.
It had finally happened: they’d outgrown the house. Well, specifically, the doors. Kelly, her demonic form now well over eight feet tall, had been scraping her head along the tops of doorjambs for a few weeks, and finally Stevie had sat down and magically resized the entire house to fit his wife’s oversized frame.
The surprising part had been that it was her height that had finally completely outclassed the house – he’d been sure that it would have been her massive chest, which had forced her to scrape through doorframes sideways for months. Her hips were a close second, nearly wide enough to wedge her into a doorframe themselves.
“Oh Stevie, could you come here for a minute?”
He roused himself. That tone could only mean one thing: his insatiable (literal) sex demon of a wife was feeling horny again. Stevie’s own massive dick was beginning to firm up at the mere thought of her spread across their enormous bed.
She was standing nude in front of the mirror, craning her neck. “Are those what I think they are?”
His eyes were level with the spot on her upper back that she was gesturing to. Just beginning to break through the skin were two unmistakable wings, just like his.
He stepped forward and kissed his towering wife. “Yes indeed, honey.” Her darker skin flushed with pride. “You’re nearly all the way there.”
“I can feel it. The magic bubbling just beneath the surface.” She spread her fingers and clenched them, repeatedly, as if she could rip away reality and grasp the demonic energies hidden there. “Is this what you feel like all the time?”
Stevie shrugged. “I guess? I’ve never known anything different.” Privately, he thought that what she described felt a little odd, but who knew what it felt like for a demihuman?
With one swift movement, Kelly swept Stevie into her arms and carried him with ease toward the bed. “I think we should celebrate!”
“You don’t trust me?” She asked, staring down at him, hands on hips, frowning.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just hard! I’ve been unable to summon the power to open a portal for two decades, why do you–”
“Oh, don’t worry. I know I can do it.” Kelly flexed one impossibly strong arm and let her power flow through it. “You know I’m more powerful that you.”
“Well, yes, but–”
She reached down and silenced him with her finger. He hadn’t felt this small since the start of their relationship, when she’d been the taller one, but still human. Now, though, he’d peaked out at seven feet, while she was cresting nine and still seemed to be growing! Even her absurd breasts were starting to go from ‘sexy’ to ‘scary’ as each of them kept closing in on his own weight!
“Besides, I want to meet your family.”
With that, she decided the argument was over, made a series of complex hand gestures, and rapped her knuckles against the closed door frame. “After you.”
Stevie opened the door and was greeted not with the laundry room, as should have been there, but a vista onto a vast, fire-swept plane.
“Home!” He cried, and stepped through the portal.
And it was home, just as he had told her about. In the distance, he could make out the Eternal Spires of The City of The Damned, where his father lived. To the east, the Mountains of Tribulation; beyond them, also visible, were the Valleys of Sensual Temptation. (Geography was odd in hell.)
Kelly stepped through the portal behind him. “Oh, it’s so gorgeous!” she said. “Just as you described it– oh!”
Stevie spun around in time to see his wife’s body glow and undergo a shocking growth spurt. As he watched, she gained another foot over him in height, while her brobdingnagian breasts seemed to swell up beyond measure, each one now almost fully obscuring her body down to her hips, which were just barely visible inching wider and wider.
Finally, the glow subsided, and Kelly looked down at her much smaller husband. “I think I’m going to like it here.”
Kelly, Princess of Hell, 17th in Line for His Favor, Carrier of the Damned Chalice, Mother of Pestilence, Member of the Luciferian Legions, etc etc etc, was bored.
Stevie was off performing some duty for his father in a distant corner of Hell, and had left his wife to herself for a few days. The thirty-foot-tall demoness had proceeded to attempt to occupy herself by consuming every bite of food in the palace they shared on the outskirts of the City of The Damned. Her bloated midsection had been amusing for a day or so, but soon enough it had melted away again, leaving her once again with a taut, muscular torso.
The children were all being well taken care of by the literally uncountable numbers of enslaved damned souls that made up the household staff, so there was no work needed there. She briefly considered making the trip to the Judgment House, where there was certainly plenty of work to do meteing out just punishments for the never-ending line of sinners falling into hell, but she found that work dull.
“I know!” she said, channeling a bit of her girlish tone from when she was still a human. Concentrating, she summoned a doppelganger, opening her eyes only when she felt a pair of enormous breasts start to lightly press against her own.
“36 hours to kill,” the second her whispered in her ear.
“You know where the bedroom is,” she whispered back.
Grinning like a pair of, well, demons, the twins vanished into the vaulted bedchamber to undertake a session of very vigorous masturbation.
“Stevie! Where are you?”
“Right here, darling!”
“I’m still hungry.” It was less a complaint than a statement of an eternal fact. Kelly was always hungry. Her vast frame showed every little ounce of evidence of this fact, built up over decades of consumption.
“I’ll try and do something about it,” he promised her, and flew away, glancing over his shoulder at her body.
Kelly had left behind her humanity long ago, but it still shocked Stevie sometimes just how powerful his wife had become. Her body, far from stabilizing once she arrived on the demonic plane, seemed to instead just continue to soak up energy, growing her form larger and larger in the process and helping her grind her way up the Hierarchy of Hell. It operated on a simple rule: the more power you had, the larger you were, and the larger you were, the more smaller demons obeyed you.
By that measure, Kelly had become very powerful indeed. She was now nearly a hundred feet tall, and her formerly slim and lithe form was bloated with power and dark fertility. She sat in a vast hall, her belly obscuring her knees and propping up her titanic breasts, pregnant with an indescribable number of demons, monsters, and other hellbeasts. Her corpulent form was the fate of all middle-tier female-form demons – breeding pits for Hell’s armies.
Her only thoughts were eating, breeding, and amassing more power – the only exit to her situation. The truly powerful highest echelons were spared the work of breeding, instead using their power to warp the very fabric of reality around them for the benefit of Hell.
And so Kelly ate and fucked and grew, and Stevie fed and screwed and pampered.
Occasionally, she would pause in her single-minded pursuits long enough to have a conversation with her husband. Inevitably, the conversation would come around to him wondering if she was still happy with what had happened to her.
Her answer was always the same. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
The Queen of Hell surveyed her dominion, and saw that all was just.
Stevie, Prince Consort of the Queen of Hell, sat at her left hand. More specifically, he sat in her left hand. Now nearly twenty feet tall after a suspicious growth spurt, Stevie was still absurdly small compared to her. The last few months had been a whirlwind of growth and battles of will, but now Kelly, Queen of Hell, sat atop the massive throne that had once been the property of the King of Hell.
To be perfectly honest, she didn’t really fit.
She was massive, probably close to a thousand feet tall, and with a figure that made her previous bulging fecundity look almost tame in comparison. Her belly had shrunk, for sure, now merely a three-hundred-foot-tall potbelly, but her breasts had more than made up for it, their fleshy excess covering her entire torso and nearly reaching her knees, and were topped by a pair of apartment-building-sized nipples constantly leaking demonic milk. Her hips were even wider now than before, now flaring out past her muscular shoulders; in fact, her entire body was hiding dense, powerful musculature just beneath her enticing softness.
When she shifted her vast wings, the entire demonic capital was shielded beneath them. The enormous ram-horns growing from her brow could have smashed the gates of heaven themselves. Every inch of her body was covered in whorls of ink, each arcane tattoo granting her yet untapped reservoirs of unholy power.
Stevie tensed as the Queen of Hell raised her hand to her face. Although this was his wife, the disparity between their powers continued to awe him. “Yes, my queen?”
Kelly smiled at her tiny husband. “I love you, Stevie.”
“I love you too, Kelly.”
The souls of the damned wailed in agony as the two demons kissed.
