Hell in Bloom

I dreamt of arguing. Three voices, all rather feminine, seemed awfully perplexed and annoyed about something.

"Oh come the fuck on."

"Ssseriousssly?"

"Mellius, did you smudge the circle?"

"What? Why am I the first person you point fingers at? Valla was the one who did the reagents maybe it was her fault."

"I know it wasn't her fault because I'm the one who gathered those ingredients, and I was very meticulous when I gathered them. Unless you're implying this was my fault."

"Uh, n-no of course not Zyxine, but look, the circle is fine, not smudged at all."

"Well something had to have gone wrong..."

"Hey, it'sss waking up." A hush fell over the room. Even with my eyes closed I could quite literally feel the piercing gaze of three pairs of eyes. Gosh, this dream sure was vivid. With the weight of their expectations on my shoulders, I stirred, and opened my eyes.

I found myself in a dimly lit room, lined with stone walls and a myriad of faint torches. I lay in the middle of a pentagram, which pulsed with a fading purple-ish glow. And before me, looking at me expectantly, were three, um... people? They certainly weren't human, which, to be fair, was hardly unheard of in dreams, but once again, I was struck hard by just how vivid everything I saw before me was. All three were huddled together, looking down on me with a mixture of confusion and anticipation.

On the left, hovering about three or four feet in the air, was what appeared to be some sort of imp. She couldn't have stood at more than three feet tall, assuming she stood at all. Sprouting from her back was a pair of leathery bat wings which honestly looked pretty disproportionately small, and given how hard they were beating to keep her up, my assessment seemed true enough. Atop her head were a pair of short, stubby brown horns. She had a rather cute, if mischievous face, wearing a perpetual grin enhanced by tiny fangs poking out from below her upper lip. Other than that she had a small, disproportionately voluptuous, and slightly chubby body. Splayed out in her hands was a thick leather tome that rivaled the rest of her body in size. Perhaps most notably was the fact that she was very naked, with her massive mammaries resting atop the open book's pages.

As if the first woman weren't odd enough, the second proved stranger yet. From the waist up she was ostensibly normal save red skin and a pair of pointed, elongated ears, but below the waist things got weird. The first few inches below the waist were about what I'd expect; she had a pair of plump thighs, and I could plainly see that between her legs everything was par for the course anatomically as well given the fact that she, too, was naked. From there things got different fast, her legs quickly fusing and forming a long snake tail in place of a lower body, adorned with similar shining red scales. For her part, she looked more disappointed and bored than anything, as though something had just dashed her hopes.

Standing a full head taller—or, in the case of the imp, higher—than the other two, was the woman in the middle. Like her two companions, she clearly was not human. Dark, ash colored skin glistened and shone in the flickering light. Where the imp had disproportionate, almost laughable wings, she bore a regal pair of black feathered wings neatly folded behind her back. Her long, smooth, meaty legs ended in ferocious looking talons which tapped the floor lightly and rhythmically. Sprouting from her head was a pair of spiraling horns. Her pure white hair hung long and low, just barely covering her nipples, baring just a hint of black areola. The nails on her fingers were more akin to talons, though conspicuously three on her right hand had been cut short. Unlike her companions, she was technically clothed, though the black robe she wore had been left completely open and did nothing to cover her. Between her legs stood a proud, erect penis. Her piercing eyes glowed with some inner flame, fixing me with an intense stare that seemed to dare me to even exist in the same space as her.

Needless to say, all three were hot as fuck.

"Do you think it can understand us?" Asked the imp, turning mid-air to face her companions.

"Well, the sssumonning ssspell should do all transsslating for usss." Hopefully it's pretty clear which one that was.

"Yeah, and it was also supposed to bring as an innocent human virgin girl to corrupt and toy with, but this is very clearly a man," wow ouch, I mean, the tall one wasn't wrong, but that hurt. Like I'd never really appreciated being lumped in with other men? I dunno, I just never really related that well to them and always kind of feel uncomfortable when people described me in masculine terms, cause, well, like I said I couldn't really relate to men. The fact that this succubus or whatever was very explicitly pointing out that she wanted a girl and got, well, me, not a girl, kind of stung. Like I get it okay, if I were given the option I totally wouldn't mind trying out being a girl, just, y'know, for a while anyway.

"Well what do we do? The spell isn't designed to end until we finish doing the corrupting part and I don't really wanna do it with a guy to be honest." Ouch, another blow to my ego, this imp was ruthless. Honestly I had been pretty on board with this dream but now it fucking sucked. "I mean, then again maybe with a little bit of work we could—"

"Can you wake me up please? I want this dream to be over," I interrupted, my tone tired and dejected.

"Dream? Who said anything about a dream? Wait, do you think you're dreaming right now?" The succubus, whose voice I'd heard enough at this point to guess was probably Zyxine, raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah, I mean obviously none of this is real, you three are demons, demons aren't real," I scoffed.

"Ah, that would explain why it isssn't panicking," the lamia—probably Valla?—quite literally hissed.

"I'm not an it! I'm a, well, a he... I guess." I looked away, and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zyxine raise an eyebrow. She cocked her head to the side, and crossed the threshold of the circle. Simultaneously, her two companions gasped. She whipped her head around, glaring at them.

"He's a fuckign human. That isn't how this works, the circle is just a circle for Lucy's sake."

"Oh, right."

"Sssorry, forgot."

Shaking her head, Zyxxine cupped my chin and crouched low, raising my gaze to meet hers as she brought her face close to mine, her lips gently brushing my own as she spoke. "Now, if this were a dream, could I do this?" Her voice was sweet honey mixed with spicy chili, cool, sharp mint and lingering liquorice, a strong spirit served in the smoky darkness of mysterious speakeasy. She caressed my face lightly, running her nails down my cheek, then jaw, then neck as her lips parted. I closed my eyes, panting and leaning eagerly. I'd never kissed anyone before, and even if this were a dream this demoness was hot as fuck. Then, without a moment more of fanfare or buildup, she giggled and pinched my neck. I yelped in pain and jumped backward, Zyxxine and her companions breaking into giddy laughter.

"Hey what the fuck!" I protested.

"Sorry, dear, but if I'm going to kiss someone they'd better understand first and foremost that I am very much real." And, without once breaking that dulcet, seductive tone, Zyxxine lit the fires of panic within me.

"W-wait. Hang on a minute, you pinched me and I felt it. Isn't that like the dream thing? Who... what are you? Where the hell am I?" I scrambled to my feet and whirled my head around, desperately seeking an exit.

"More like where the here am I," giggled the Imp, causing Valla to burst into uproarious hisses of laughter.

"Ah, Melliusss I get it! Where the here am I?! It'sss a classsssic, becaussse hell issss where we are right now!"

"Uh, yeah? Thanks for explaining my joke, V."

"Oh god, wait, this is hell? I'm in actual, real hell right now?" My breath came quick and gasping as I staggered backward, only to be caught from behind by Zyxine, my head coming to rest against her bountiful, pillowy chest.

"Calm down, little human. Hell isn't like you heard in your scary stories. It's just a place like any other, really. A bit more hedonistic, and not exactly a place with super great standing for the folks upstairs, but we're not gonna like, torture you, or whatever. Unless you're into that." Was it possible to hear a wink in someone's tone?

I stumbled forward, whittling around and backing away. "W-what? No! I'm not into that I'm not into anything I just want to go home!"

Smiling wide, Zyxine revealed long, pointed teeth as she advanced, swaying her hips with each step. "Oh but darling, we can't let you go, we need to corrupt you." She stopped a half foot or so away, cupping my chin and stroking my cheek with her sharp claw-like nails.

"B-but I thought you said you were trying to corrupt an innocent virgin girl," I protested, trembling as arousal built within me at the sight of this gorgeous woman, towering over me.

"We did say that, didn't we?" With an exaggerated sweep of her hand, she began to tap her chin and foot in thought. "Hmm, well, you seem rather innocent."

With my pride on the line I stood tall. "I'm not innocent! Hell, last week when I went to the store and I stole three packs of Magic cards cause I couldn't afford to buy them after my pay got cut."

"Yeah that tracks, definitely a virgin too," Zyxine rolled her eyes.

"Hey!" I sputtered. "I'll have you know that in college this girl Brenda Wilcox let me touch her boob over her bra for five whole seconds." Without another word, Zyxine grabbed me by the wrist and forced my hand onto her naked chest.

"Oh? Is that so?" She purred. I could only babble incoherently in response.

"Aww, I think you broke it'sss little brain."

"Zyxine, why are you being so flirty with him? We need to find a way to send him back," whined Mellius.

"Just watch and learn, my dear Mel." Zyxine flashed the imp a private, predatory grin, and a bashful smile crept across the tiny demoness' face. With that, Zyxine returned her attention to me. "Enjoying yourself, dear?" She asked. I only nodded as she quite literally squeezed my hand into the soft flesh of her burgeoning tits for me. "Speak up." She commanded, sharply.

Blushing, I looked away. "Y-yes."

"Good girl," Zyxine cooed. My face grew hot as humiliation and desire mixed and heightened my arousal to a place I never knew it could reach.

"D-don't call me that!" I whined.

"What? A good girl?"

"Yes that! Don't call me that!" I said, stomping my foot defiantly.

"Well why not?" As she spoke, Zyxine tickled my neck and leaned closer, her lips dancing along the sensitive flesh of my neck as she spoke.

"Cause I'm not a g-girl! I'm a... I'm a boy." A strange sadness crept into my tone as I realized that, if it meant getting to play with three hot demonesses, I kind of really wanted to be a girl? And okay fuck it maybe I kind of wanted to be one regardless, like, it sounded really interesting, y'know? And hot, I'd have my own boobs to play with. That was the only reason, though, obviously, and it definitely wasn't a deep-seated discomfort for my body and lifelong envy toward women and girls everywhere.

"Well," Zyxine continued, not missing a beat. "Would you like to be?" Behind me, I heard Mellius gasp in sudden realization.

"Oooohhhh! I get it now."

"Are you sssure about this, Zyxine?"

I'd certainly heard the two of them, but I didn't really have the brain-power to process their comments? My mind was laser-focused on what Zyxine had just asked. If she was asking whether I wanted to be a girl did that mean she could make me a girl? Like with demon magic? And then they would corrupt me? What did that actually entail? Would it hurt? Did I even care if I got to live out my secret fantasy of being a girl?

"Of course I'm sure, I mean, look at her! She's practically salivating at the idea. I wonder why we keep getting people like her?" If nothing else, the strangeness of Zyxine's comment was enough to pull me out of my thoughts for a moment. What did she mean by 'people like her'?

"Hang on, I don't get it. Don't all guys want to be girls?" I asked.

A grin split across Zyxine's face. "Yeah, that about settles it. Well ladies, looks like we've got another one."

Mellius, who until that point had been looking from me, to Zyxine, to Valla, suddenly tossed her book aside, "Oooh. Well shit, this'll be easy then."

The mood in the room sure had changed fast. Gone were the looks of bewilderment, surprise and disappointment on my demonic hosts faces, and in their place were eager, hungry grins. A mischievous glint twinkled in Mellius' eye as she flashed me a cheeky, toothy smile, Valla's long, forked tongue flicked impatiently as it darted in and out of her mouth, and Zyxxine stood, only inches away, leaning over me with a half-smirk. All three were clearly sizing me up, staring as though they'd just found a delicious morsel, but frankly, I had no idea what they were on about.

"Frankly," I said, "I have no idea what you're on about. What do you mean by another one?" My inquiry was met only with tittering giggles all around as the three demonesses encircled and enclosed me.

"Well, we're just excited," Zyxxine purred.

"Very much ssso," I hadn't noticed Valla encroaching on me, but she'd quite literally slithered right up to hiss in my ear. I jumped, whirling around to face the lamia as she wrapped the tip of her tail lightly around my ankles.

"Mhm!" Chirped Mellius as she whizzed up from the floor, flying in circles around my legs, then torso, before popping up just in front of me, her face only inches from mine. "Boo!" She shouted, and, much to my embarrassment, I yelped in surprise and instinctively took a step backward, only for Vella to tighten her tail around my ankle, sending me tumbling backward into Zyxxine's grasp. She caught me under the arms, and stared down into my eyes, then licked her lips.

"W-why are you so excited?" I stammered, my lips quivering in time with my voice.

A low, musical giggle rolled from the back of Zyxxine's throat. "Because, silly. We've found our virgin. She's you."

"M-me? So you're really gonna turn me into a girl?" It sounded too good to be true, part of me still wondered if this really was a dream and this would be taken away from me, or if this were a trick of some kind. Still, despite my better judgment, hope bloomed deep in my gut and spread tingling excitement through my body. Try as I may, I couldn't keep a giddy smile from spreading wide across my lips as I spoke.

"Well some would say you've been a girl all along and we're just giving you a body to match."

Perplexed, but still eager, I scratched my head and asked, "what do you mean a girl all along?"

"Well, obviously if you want us to 'turn you into a girl' then you're trans, duh."

"Trans? But that doesn't make any sense, if I were trans I—"

"Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. No. Whatever you were just going to say the answer is no. Sorry, sweety."

"But how can I trust a bunch of demons? You're probably trying to corrupt me and tempt me into sin, or whatever." I'd never considered myself particularly religious, but my parents had made sure I had a good head on my shoulders and I wasn't about to be tempted by a bunch of literal hellspawn. Even if I did really want them to turn me into a girl, which was, of course, a normal thing for guys to want.

All three demonesses looked to one another in confusion, before Mellius spoke. "Um, well, yeah. Was that not clear?" She looked back to her two companions, "was that not clear?" She repeated.

"I thought it wassss pretty obvioussss."

"See! You admitted it!" I shouted triumphantly. "But I'm not falling for your tricks. I'm going to remain pure and chaste and save myself for marriage... okay, maybe not that far but still. I'm not letting a bunch of demons corrupt me! Besides, I don't even know that I want sex, the idea of people seeing me naked makes me uncomfortable. So obviously I'm not trans and I'm not going to let you corrupt me, even if I do really want to be a girl." Admittedly, I did find all three demoness' really attractive, but I wouldn't want to actually do anything with them. The idea of anyone looking at me, or even worse, touching me while I was naked sounded just awful and gross.

"Well obviously you feel that way because, ugh." Rubbing her temples in frustration, Zyxxine paced around me for a moment before her head snapped up and she halted just in front of me. "Okay, fine, you know what?" Zyxxine waved her hand and a cloud of purple smoke suddenly appeared around me, enveloping my body. When the smoke cleared, the tall, horned demoness locked eyes with me. "There, I just turned you trans... with magic or whatever. You're trans now."

A torrent of emotions welled up deep within me. On the one hand, that demon had totally just messed with my mind! She'd reached inside my head and fundamentally changed who I was as a person. But also, at the same time, I didn't really feel any different? Like, the only real difference was that now instead of just really really wanting to be a girl I actually was one, deep down. Really now it just felt like I was 'allowed' to be a girl or whatever. And I did really, really want Zyxxine to''give me the body to match,' as she'd put it, "Um, do you, do you think you could y'know, do that thing you said?" I asked timidly.

Zyxxine made a big show of thinking it over, she huffed and scratched her chin and hummed, tapping her foot methodically all the while. "Well, see here I thought you didn't want to give in to a bunch of demons?"

"Oh, uh, w-well I don't," I blurted, then cast my eyes downward as I tried to muster up some sort of protest. "Oh no! You've changed my mind to work against me and made me trans, now, um, now I guess I have no choice but to want you to turn me into a girl?" I asked hopefully, glancing up from the floor, then quickly averting my gaze the second I caught Zyxxine in my gaze.

"I suppose since you asked, and since, after all, the three of us are looking for a girl we could work something out." My heart leapt with joy at her words, so much so I practically forgot all about the thing with her turning me trans or whatever.

"Yes! Yes please! Please do!" My desperate pleading was met with condescending giggles all around.

"Of course, dear," Zyxxine purred. With another wave of her hand and a flash I was engulfed in brilliant light. And, as quickly as it came, the light faded. When my vision cleared I found myself having to tilt my head even further up to meet those piercing, fiery eyes. My breath caught in my throat as I rushed to check the rest of my body, and damn, it really had changed. Most obvious were a prominent pair of plump breasts ending in puffy pink nipples which jiggled about in response to my sudden movement. Running two dainty hands down my sidessaids I felt silky smooth skin and delicious curves ending in wide hips, the exact sort I'd always loved to see on other girls, and secretly wanted for myself. I reached around to cup my rear and realized it sure has hell stuck out a lot farther than I was expecting. I soft moan in a sweet, high, feminine voice escaped my lips in response to the electric feeling of my hands running down my electrically sensitive skin. Something stirred between my legs as a tingling, rolling warmth began to radiate from my core. Panting with anticipation, I traced my fingers lower, between my legs to find a wet, ready, waiting slit. My thumb traced my labia as I groaned in delight, then inhaled in sharp shock as I grazed my clit. A feeling was building within me, the desire to be touched, kissed, filled. All of my clothes had completely disappeared, leaving me completely exposed, but for some reason I now felt no shame at all, only desire.