Not My System Ch. 01

"Is that going to happen every time I get a new form?" I patted myself down to ensure everything was in the right place, but damn it, these clothes itched.

"The synchronization? Yes. Turning into a skin-colored slime? No. We need to go." She said calmly as she grabbed my arm and started leading me toward the door.

"What? But I'm not done yet," I protested and tried to resist, but her grip didn't loosen. This girl was strong.

"Yeah, the fun's going to have to wait till after inspection, I'm afraid. The boss called, wondering what was taking so long." I stopped resisting after hearing that, but I still had to ask.

"I hadn't assigned my stat points yet. You sure they won't disappear?" She looked at me before she opened the door.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Now, more importantly, Janice pulled a fast one on me, the bitch. It's bloody orientation day. She probably would have let me take her place for nothing if only I had remembered," she ranted. Almost seeming to forget I was there.

"So what does that mean?"

"It means we are going to have a bunch of preppy young succubi there with us to watch as I perform the inspection, but that's not even the worst part," the demon shuddered in revolution before she continued. "There's going to be a supervisor there with them." You'd think the world was ending by the way she said that.

"Relax, so there will be a bunch of interns there to take notes. Big whoop," she glared at me as I tried to calm her down.

"Relax? Relax!? Do you even know what this means? They are not merely interns. They are young demons fresh from the nine hells. They are going to be hungry. If they so much as get a whiff of your innocence, oh ho ho. You'll look like Sunday steak to them. But there will be a god damned supervisor there. You, mister, will have to be on your best behavior. Remember what I told you?"

"I uh, I," I stammered as the beautiful succubus ranted at me. "Do everything you tell me to do."

"Yes, now forget everything. You're not supposed to know anything. Remember?"

"Uh," was all I managed to get out, and the woman smiled at me.

"Good boy," she complimented me as she sighed. Those words had me feeling some type of way. "You pray to any gods, Philip?" She suddenly asked.

"No, not really. Why?"

"Oh well," she shrugged. "Would have been nice. We need all the help we can get right now. But we're just going to have to rely on ourselves," then she opened the door.

She looked around the empty hallway suspiciously before she smoothed her features into a professional mask. She led me down the corridor with a light grip on my hand, passing several doors and other red demons leading people by the hand. They looked rather more dazed than I felt, and I remembered that I was supposed to be pretending. I tried to stare into space like I didn't have a thought in my head but ended up staring at my succubus' ass as it swayed back and forth in her tight skirt. I figured it was basically the same thing. I continued to stare at her ass until she stopped in front of a door, and I almost bumped into her. An amused smile managed to slip through before her mask was back in place.

"Janice," she said with false cheer as we entered. "Why am I not surprised?" The room was very mundane, as was everything I had seen of this building. If it weren't for the tall red-skinned demoness standing with a group of half a dozen young-looking demons that looked like they had just graduated college, I could have been fooled into thinking this was just a regular doctor's office.

"Imogen," the other succubus, Janice, said with just as much venom behind her words. "So good of you to do this for me. Always showing that can-do attitude, you are such a good example for the future of this company." I realized I had never learned her name, but this Janice person had called her Imogen. I filed that away for later, a nice name, I thought. It suited her.

"Right, you know me. I can never pass up a good time," her sheer was slipping.

"Great, well, don't keep the class waiting," Janice smiled like a hungry wolf, and all eyes in the room turned to me. Having the attention of all those gorgeous ladies was a bit intimidating, but I endured it. This wasn't so bad. These girls didn't look mean or anything. Some of them even waved at me. I waved back, and that got me a round of giggles. I relaxed a bit. Yeah, this wouldn't be so bad.

"Right. I'll just get started then," Imogen turned to me and seemed to center herself as she looked into my eyes. She closed hers and took a deep breath. Then she was in uber-professional mode.

"Now, normally, during an inspection, I would start by introducing myself and getting the subject's name and some general information. For example, how much experience he has with the other sex, and if he has any kinks or turn-ons, that sort of thing. But since this subject and I am already rather well acquainted, I will skip that part." She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves as she spoke to her captive audience, who was scribbling down notes at a furious pace. Janice looked rather put out. The mention of kinks and turn-ons had my alarm bells going off. I should have known it wouldn't be a normal inspection. These were succubi I was dealing with.

"Can't forget if he swings for the other team," Janice cut in, but Imogen ignored her as she turned to me.

"For the purposes of this inspection, I'm going to need you to remove your clothes," and there it was. Things were getting weird.

"I, uh, I. In front of all these people?" I stammered, and Imogen gave me a tightlipped stare, but she didn't miss a beat as she turned to the small crowd.

"Now girls, some of the men coming through here, although generally a rough a tumble bunch, can be quite shy," she said to the sound of furiously scratching pencils. "Don't be afraid to use a little force." She turned back to me. "Drop. your. pants." She demanded and pointed to the floor. I did as ordered. Not only because I didn't want to blow my cover but because something in me just couldn't resist.

"Good boy," She praised in a much softer tone, and my dick twitched as it grew to half hardness. The crowd ooohed and awed as they whispered to each other and pointed at my exposed organ. I blushed bright red and brought my hands over my crotch to the disappointment of the watching succubi.

"Now, girls, what we have here is called overstimulation. During a normal inspection, with far fewer pretty girls there to excite your subject, you probably won't run into this," the crowd giggled at that. "The twitching of his cock when he brought it out and I praised him should tell you all you need to know. Perhaps he even has a praise kink or a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but one thing is for certain. This boy is shy," the crowd ooohed again as they scribbled on their notepads. "Now, girls, it is important to be firm, but I've found that with shy boys like this, a more gentle tone works wonders." Imogen turned back to me and smiled gently.

"Sir, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I assure you that I am a professional and strive to keep things professional. Now," she knelt down and stared expectantly at my covered groin. My eyes widened at the move. This was about as much action as I'd ever seen. I was rather uncomfortable with the whole situation, but I was also excited. I brought my hands to my sides, leaving my hard dick to spring free. There was a round of light applause from the crowd as they cheered. I blushed again.

"Good boy, good boy, and if I may say so, sir, you have a very nice penis." I blushed even harder, and so did my dick. It felt like I could cum right there. "I'm going to be running some tests and measurements. I'm going to need you to stay hard throughout, so I'm going to be offering you some, hm, visual stimulation." Imogen slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and it soon became clear she wasn't wearing a bra. I tried to tell her that this was a very bad idea, it was hard when I had a room full of women staring at me. Well, at my dick, actually, but I soon stopped trying as her gorgeous tits were freed. I didn't want her to stop. They have perfectly shaped teardrops that jutted out from her chest like a pair of proud red ice cream cones with little pink cherries on top.

"You like them?" She said with a proud smile as she framed her chest with her arms, squeezing her breasts together. I could only nod dumbly as I stared. "Good, I'm glad. You can look at them as much as you want if it helps keep you hard for me," she shook her chest from side to side, making her tits jiggle invitingly. She should not have done that. I was already on a hair trigger. I mean, what did she expect? I was a virgin, for goodness sake. I came. Right there in front of all those pretty ladies, I shot rope after rope of white cum that splashed all over Imogen's chest. She made a delighted little moan that would have been hot as hell in any other situation if it weren't for the six or so demons, plus Janice, that stood behind her, looking ready to devour me. That was pretty hot too if I was honest.

"Run," Imogen broke the silence that had settled over the room as my cun sunk into her skin, and hell broke loose. All the interns shrieked in unison as they dove at me, their faces having morphed into monstrous shapes that were decidedly much more unpleasant.

"What?" I asked stupidly as I tried to untangle my pants from my ankles.

"Run!" Imogen screamed as she shot to her feet and pushed me, hard, toward the door before she turned to face the oncoming horde of demons. It broke open as I crashed through it with a grunt of pain. The last thing I saw of her was Imogen keeping the interns from reaching the door. She seemed somehow bigger as she had one girl in a chokehold and was stomping on another. I couldn't see more as the door fell away into a sea of stars. No, that wasn't right. I was falling.

Name: Philip Johan Mcallister

Gender: Male

Age: 21 years

Race: Changeling (Human)

Class: Sage

Level: 0

Available stat points: 20

Statistics:

Virility: 11

Physique: 11

Skill: 12

Savvy: 9

Penetration: 15

Charisma: 8

Health: 214 / 214

Stamina: 198 / 198

Mana: 115 / 115

Skills:

Carnal Instinct

Incorporate

Traits:

Chimera

Adaptable

Corruption

Virgin

Equipment:

Small dildo

Lube

Bondage gear

My character sheet flashed before me, but I only had time to gawk at it long enough to notice some things had changed before I turned to more pressing matters. Namely screaming. I plummeted toward an unfamiliar landmass far below me. It was rapidly getting bigger.