How to hide a body.

Kimberly

Thinking hard about her rather monumental problem, Kimberly decided that she really didn't have a better option than to try and sneak the body outside.

From there, she'd need to bring it to her car and drive as far from civilization as she could before dumping it somewhere in the wilderness... Preferably in the darkest and yet unused crevice available...

She was a murderer now, and it was about high time she acted like one!

Not in the sense of being stupid and getting herself caught or going on sex-fueled killing sprees. But rather in a more calculating fashion...

She did feel bad, of course, but not exactly guilty... It was more that she sympathized with the loss of life rather than suffering from some paralyzing blame that had her frozen with indecision.

Kimberly liked her life, and sure, it had its ups and downs, much like an elevator mechanic's, for the most part it was great! Thus, did she really deserve to be locked away for years on end for a crime that was, quite frankly, beyond her mundane involvement?

No!

That was silly!

She'd never, and she meant never, have let things get so out of hand that she'd have a dead body in her bed under any sort of ordinary circumstances!

It was the weirdness's fault!

The... whatever it was that was going on with her body!

The demonic bits were to blame!

Not her, not Kimberly, the smiling and gentle teacher of children and... Damn it! She wasn't going down for this shit! She hadn't asked to be transformed into some kind of hellish creature!

Thus, she assured herself she had perfect and total moral immunity within the confines of her own mind! Her conscience was clean on this matter, at least so far as she was concerned. And now, all that this really was boiled down to her more or less being forced to clean up after her alternate ego!

She tried to smile at that, she really did... Kimberly, doing her best to attempt a sort of levity to help her through this waking nightmare she'd woken to... Sadly, it didn't pan out.

Instead, what she got was a sort of nagging headache that was beginning to develop... Pounding in the back of her head as she reached down and unlocked her captive's wrists... Hiding away the cuffs in her bag before eyeing the toy still in the guy's, well, hrmm... asshole...

"Can probably just leave that one in there..." She mused solemnly, hands clasping at her waist as she stared at the neon-pink and oversized worm-like protrusion which looked so utterly degrading within its current home...

So much so that even she couldn't help but cringe at the sight... "Quite honestly, it wouldn't matter how much I washed the thing at this point... dead-guy dildo would always be, dead guy dildo..."

Tentatively, she tried shifting the shrunken young man, careful with her bladed fingers not to cut anything. Honestly, she found herself pleasantly surprised by the fact that moving his body felt little harder than picking up a toddler to her... Maybe losing all that water weight was somehow more significant than she gave it credit.

"I wonder if I could roll him into a big ball of sheets... it would honestly look a lot less suspicious than walking outside with some six-foot-long thing in my arms..."

Still, after a moment's contemplation, she outright groaned with displeasure, glaring at her own image in the mirror with accusation! Frustrated that the demonic figure within couldn't have made things easier for her!

"Seriously, I get the tail and horns but no wings? How's that fair?"

In all reality, wings would make this entire endeavor laughably easy! Forget the plausible deniability offered by a corpse with fur and paws! None of it would bloody well matter if she was seen leaping from her window with a body in her arms if, from there, she took to the sky as though she were a real demon!

Conspiracy theorists could fuck themselves raw.

No court in their right mind would ever try and convict her of anything if one of their star witnesses arrived at the podium and started ranting that he watched the defendant fly away with a person in her arms!

"Actually," She muttered, pausing even as she was about the business of beginning to wrap the young man in a bundle of linens, "That would be like the best-case scenario for me..."

Quite honestly, she doubted such claims would even be brought to trial given how psychotic any evidence against her would be... And it was still dark out, so...

Clicking her tongue, Kimberly returned to the mirror, staring at herself and watching as her demonic doppelganger copied her every movement. Sure, it might sound crazy to even consider admitting that she was, by any reasonable glance, a succubus...

However, given all her hellish flair, it was, in her opinion, markedly more insane not to admit to what stared at one's self right in the face. And who the heck had ever heard of a succubus without wings?

Oh, they usually could prance about in the games and stories without them and even hide their true forms behind the guise of a more human appearance. But that was the gist of it all, now, wasn't it? Demons, at least her kind of demon, boy, did it feel weird saying that, could transform.

So, after a moment of pondering the value of actually going through with such a bizarre plan, Kimberly simply gave in to the strange and embraced all notions of the paranormal.

Unsurprisingly, simply commanding that wings appear, though in a muted tone so as not to disturb her neighbors, did not actually work. What was more, Kimberly sort of felt rather ridiculous for having even made the attempt.

Her cheeks only slightly heated, she began working through a slogging slew of various ideas and concepts that a lifetime spent playing fantasy games had allowed her.

She even tried invocation, that was to say, her presumption on how such a thing might actually work. Overcoming her shyness at the idea that she was trying, once more, to travel down the speaking-out-loud route... Tempering it by doing so both quickly and with a phone-translated string of Latin.

Annoyingly, this didn't pan out either...

However, she did eventually manage to find an inroad to it all after, frustrated, the young high-school teacher turned to stare daggers at herself. Glaring at her own back, only to realize something surprising for her annoyance.

"Wow..." She intoned, eyes actually widening by a not insubstantial margin as she gazed upon a sight that was, honestly, intense. "My back is ripped..."

Her final words arrived with a sort of reverent awe as she began to flex... Watching the display with appreciative lechery as the rippling new muscle within the region shifted beneath her pale flesh.

A leering grin formed on her lips as she lost herself in her own captivating dance... Marvelling at her own appearance while willingly submerging herself in the bubbling hotspring known the world over as vanity...

Like many younger women of the age, Kimberly spent no inconsiderable quantity of time at the gym. This was both because she loved her body and deeply desired to keep it both healthy and looking its best!

It had even become part of her career in some ways. But mostly, she'd learned that people were much more accommodating to her more explicit designs when she took active care of herself and treated herself properly. Just as anyone ought to, in her personal opinion.

Quite honestly, she never understood why some would be complacent with themselves when they so clearly despised how they looked! It definitely took a modicum of dedication and hard work, yet one's perfect self was hardly ever more than a year's worth of struggle away!

Still, Kimberly would have been the first to admit that, while she did indeed work on her upper body to keep things pleasing and toned. It was her lower half that got the definitive lion's share of her attention and efforts.

That said, she'd never been that defined and powerful with the muscles she now observed, and the sight left Kimberly earnestly wondering if she even could have been so if she'd wanted it, without, of course, the involvement of supplements...

Yet, it wasn't just the amazonian physique of her back that promised an utter exemption to potential future back pains. Primarily of which would be caused by the now generous twins that hung from her chest.

Rather, it was the visual affirmation of dual slashes of familiar dark scales, very much akin to her new tail, that proved Kimberly wasn't shit-out-of-luck!

"Okay..." She began, taking in a deep breath to psyche herself back up now that she was definitely on the right trail. "Wings are for sure part of all of this; I mean, it looks like there's a spot clearly waiting for them below the shoulders. I'm not crazy here!"

She laughed, chuckling with near-manic energy as she reached back with impressive flexibility and brushed a finger along one of the inky and smooth surfaces.

Much like her tail, the strange material of the obsidian scales seemed to be formed of what felt entirely rubberized... More, it was also exceedingly malleable. Though there was definite musculature just below the surface, there was something else there as well. Something close to bone-like rigidity that was off-puttingly shifty when she really worked at it.

What was weirder was how it all felt so interconnected. Kimberly noted a discernable tingling sensation in her shoulders and spine as she worked the perturbing addition to her anatomy, indulging a sort of childlike curiosity.

On the outside, nothing was different from what an ordinary human might possess beyond the foot-long dark patches of silicon scales. But, within, her skeleton was undeniably abnormal.

At this point, and earnestly lacking anything else she could reasonably come up with as the minutes ticked by faster and faster, Kimberly just started flexing as if she were sitting on a porcelain throne amidst terrible constipation! Her entire body bent slightly in a straining hunch as though she were trying to transform to reach energy levels never before seen in a brand new and golden powerup!

It felt as ridiculous as it doubtless looked; still, when Kimberly actually felt something almost crack in her back, she doubled down, chasing the feeling like a starving predator hunting a gazelle...

“Arrrngg oh god!” She seethed, shivering from nearly nauseating pleasure as much from the strain before; with a sudden raw intensity, a new world of burning sensations erupted into being!

Shadows danced amongst the dark room, seeming to coalesce around her form, amalgamating with each other into familiar and broad shapes!

She was actually drooling with the widest, gritting grin of euphoria she’d ever experienced when, all at once, she hissed in pain! Every nerve ending connected to the new appendages was simultaneously screaming like they were on fire! New and feathered flesh exposed to the air for the very first time!

“Ah heheh...oh wow... That mmmhmm! That really came with a lot of mixed feelings...” Her voice was a whimpering and ragged thing, but she recovered while steadying her breathing...

Then, Kimberly wiped away the saliva that was dripping from her maw and teeth while, behind her, she felt herself flex and work the latest aspect of her body as though she’d had the instincts to do so her entire life.

It was as easy as crooking a finger for her; the promised wings she’d been so certain to have been there, unfurling themselves in a voluminous bloom of rich shadowy feathers... Their almost glorious majesty seemed to gleam with a cruel and oddly sharp red edge.

They were breathtaking... enchanting even. The long and slender structures visible along the thicker lines extended from the sides of her back in elegant curves and vicious lines. Each forming a gothic and quasi-angelic appearance that was far more akin to a masterpiece of grim art than anything natural to the world...

At their apex lay twin, devilishly taloned knuckles, each flashing with an eerie menace and were wickedly sharp besides. Long and cruel, and with the decided glint of a brutal edge just as keen as the feathers. Visually appearing to be more than up to the task of running a man straight through the abdomen with effortless indifference, goring him like some rampaging bull...

Now, when Kimberly gazed at herself in the mirror, the reflection staring back at her was far removed from the mildly concerning demi-demon. The very same that one might assume was dangerous, yet just alluring enough to leave an undercurrent of raw temptation present. Perhaps enough for them to ignore the warnings in their hearts, perhaps not...

However, this... well, this was a different creature altogether.

The wings, like grand, macabre sculptures in the aspect of almost breathing shadow... Their appearance lent her a nefariously daunting air of sheer supernatural dominance and hostile intent. Transforming her into a being far less human and more an undeniable manifestation of a waking nightmare!

The surface along the wings shone under the dim light as they shifted, casting a subtle whisper of reds and blacks across their near-polished surface. The feathers covering membrane and bone, simultaneously seeming thin, yet laced with intricate and individual patterns that pulsed with sinister anticipation...

Each flare of her new limbs added an unsettling rustle to the dimming atmosphere of stifled apprehension, their movements like cloying dissonance from another world... Reaching out from the abyssal void as they crawled and hooked their way through one’s inner thoughts... distracting, serenading... Offering but the sweetest of infernal assurances against their own weariness to stay way and keep to safety...

It wasn’t as if anything else had changed about her physical form; her face, her eyes, her expression... it all remained hers. Well, that was to say, a modified version of hers.

But the wings, those divine and atrociously hellish wings... They gave her an appearance of complete and unquestionable blasphemy. Turning her into an unholy abomination, much more leaning into the biblical. Brimstone, sulphur and the eternal torment of souls all abound!

“It just feels a lot more real...” She whispered, still shifting about and getting a feel for these latest additions. Her wings stretching as far as she dared them to go, her body naturally shifting as might a model walking down the runway, mind seeking to see itself in a new and vibrantly wicked perspective...

Then, she knocked a lamp off the bedside table and promptly swore! Quickly curling her wings back towards herself like a chastised child with slapped wrists! Draping them to rest at her shoulders with serpentine grace...

She shrank at the noise as much as she sighed at the clearly broken bulb and ruined shade. Yet, after a moment's contemplation over it, Kimberly disregarded the mess as just one more thing she’d have to deal with.

Thankfully, admitting that she’d accidentally knocked over a lamp when visiting the front desk was a comparatively inconsequential task against what still lay before her...

“Oh shit!”

Startling, Kimberly practically leapt at her phone to double-check the time! And, oh dear, had she really spent so many minutes trying to figure this all out?

“Why does life always feel like it’s faster when shit hits the fan?”

Tempted, if for a moment, by a trial query towards the big man upstairs, she let the thought hang by the wayside. Again, feeling somewhat silly for it all...

If there was a god, and given present events, she mused that there very well could be—

he wasn’t up there for her...

The notion was like an icy bucket of water being dumped over her head... Kimberly’s voice grew small and exasperated as she marched back over to the body and glared at it.

“Seriously, the school day seems to last for an actual eternity! Yet thirty minutes just fucks off and blows by in a blink of an eye when I could very well be accused of murder for not moving fast enough!”

Again, deep breaths were needed to calm her self-justified outrage towards the rules of the universe, to which she could only hatefully voice her complaints. Either way, after noticing just how bright it was getting outside, Kimberly lit a fire under her ass, the likes of which she’d rarely needed!

She spent the next five minutes in a genuine blur of motion as she, erm... As she folded the object of her primary concerns into as neat and compact a form as she was able.

Kimberly chose to ignore the various crackles and snaps that resounded through the room as she worked, merrily promising herself that everything was hunky-dory and perfectly fine!

On a side note, she would be revisiting the little discrepancy that was the ease with which she treated a corpse, skeletal or not, like a piece of god-damned origami paper...

Seriously, it had been disturbingly easy to force the decrepit form into her desired shape. Which was absolutely ball-like for any curious... Kim even going so far as to start compacting and crushing the utterly desecrated orb of a shrivelled person once; of course, she’d wrapped it all up within blankets and sheets.

Crunching and rolling on it all to compact it as tightly as she was able... Pointed treating it much more like an unruly sleeping bag than a—body...

Again, she’d likely be paying a little extra for new bedding to go along with the lamp, but if a credit card charge was to be the very worst of her troubles coming out of this, then who the fuck really cared?

S-sadly, the next part was somewhat nerve-wracking as it largely revolved around a plan that was weak at best and outright pitiful at worst.

The same plan would see her use those newfound wings to fly away into the sky! An idea that was, rightly noted, hair-brained for any individual of a healthy and, more importantly, sane presence of mind.

Then, there was, of course, the fact she hadn’t actually ever used the damned things. But at this point, she was willing to give it all a blanketed magical handwave and just assume she could.

After all, succubi were well known for being able to fly, at least in more fictional sources, which was more or less where they solely existed. Or, that was to say, where they'd previously solely existed.

Theoretically, and given everything happening, Kimberly wasn’t about to start denying the truth of what she was living through. Even if it was against all common sense, she had clearly either always been or had otherwise somehow been transformed, into a demon.

To start denying that tidbit of apparent truth about herself felt somehow more deranged than simply going along with it... especially when one considered that she was very much currently acting out life as a bloody damn hellspawn!

Opening the rear sliding door and thanking Jesus or, perhaps in this case, Satan, that there was an outdoor patio attached to all upper suites of the motel. Kim silently made to slip outside before yet another issue slammed into her like the fist of god himself! Smiting her shortsightedness and scattered brain like a holy slap from the pope!

Kim was naked...

And as the warm breeze of a mid-July morning graced her perky and dangling ta-ta’s and womanly crevice below, she outright snorted in self-derision...

Instantly, she imagined having successfully disposed of the body before being forced to fly back wearing nothing but her birthday suit... Desperately trying to find the darkest and least populated alley she could reasonably land in before realizing she’d have to perform the ultimate walk of shame back to her hotel! All the while looking entirely like a cosplaying exhibitionist with all her various goods on full display.

Granted, while she was a complete degenerate when it came to the bedroom, her kinks probably capable of making most of her professional peers blush with second-hand embarrassment; there was always a time and place for that sort of thing...

Likewise, Kimberly often liked to imagine that particular part of herself had as much to do with her upbringing as it did her own depravity.

After all, it was well known that growing up in an oppressively Christian neighborhood and school, surrounded by bible thumpers as far as the eye could see, could create some interesting quirks once one got into the swing of things...

Still, to reiterate, there was both a time and a place for more adult-oriented fun! And she really wasn’t too interested in streaking back to her room where, along the way, all manner of videos would doubtless make her famous in all the wrong ways...

Could running naked through a populated area be fun? Sure, why not? But doing so after disposing of a body made the prospect of it all seem downright filthy, and not necessarily in the fun way.

Say what she would about her job, it both paid very well and came with all manner of perks, like having her entire summers off! And Kimberly would be damned—

damned she said!

If she let herself get fired from such a cushy gig just because she couldn’t remind herself to get dressed.

Hesitantly, Kimberly eyed her suitcase filled with her more normal clothes, picturing, just for a moment, how they would work... And perhaps more specifically, regarding her shirts and wings...

She didn’t exactly want to start ripping holes in any of her outfits for the things, let alone her tail, which meant that she’d probably just have to put on the slinky costume she’d put together and be happy with it...

She did have one of her sports bras and accompanying tights, just low cut enough that it... hmm... would presumably work... Ignoring, of course, how tight the former might be...

Yet, the more that she actually thought about it, the less she realized that she frankly wanted to be seen looking like a normal girl... At least with the costume, everything would thematically fit...

Plausible deniability was king!

Truth be told, it wasn’t like she was remotely embarrassed to be seen in the thing. H-heck, Kimberly had been walking around in her costume and letting herself be photographed all the previous day!

N-now, it was important to remember that she was wearing a sort of demonic masquerade mask while doing so; thus, her anonymity had been secured. Even so, for whatever reason, staring at the skimpy array of chains, silk, leather, and general exposure that had been her comic-con outfit, sort of left her feeling slightly anxious...

Before all the more demonic bits had arrived, it had all kind of been kept away from her real self by a degree of imagination and innocent fun! B-but now, it felt like she’d be going outside with nothing but her usual underwear on...

It was an utterly absurd hangup to possess, as even her undies had been laciviously slutified for this very occasion, but... she couldn't help the way she thought.

Honestly, her normal underclothes were probably an order of magnitude less salacious than what she’d packed! Let alone the daring ensemble she strutted about in whilst wearing four-inch heels... But now that the whole demon thing was a part of her in a more real way, well... ugh... she didn't know...

Kimberly ultimately sighed, rubbing at the bridge of her nose as she reminded herself that she really didn’t have time to waste here. So, she began strapping on her costume in as expeditious a manner as possible.

She frowned slightly as she struggled to work her hips through the narrow mini-skirt and, again, when she found she had to tighten the drawstrings to get the damned thing to stay where it ought to! The skirt just drooping limply around her new and apparently organless waistline...

Did she even have to eat anymore? Hmm... maybe the impossible figure had a semblance of biological purpose to it! B-besides the whole 'luring' men to their deaths bit...

Likewise, the strapping of her thigh-high sandals seemed to bite quite a bit more into the upper meat of her legs than she clearly remembered. Kim noted how the thin layer of fat seemed to balloon slightly around the muscle of her thighs... God, the sight even made her nibble at the lip...

Thankfully, nothing seemed to have changed with her shoe size and her sandals were easily slipped on, which was a small mercy, all things considered... However, the top that she’d previously needed to pad out prior to her emergence was no longer so ill-fitting in that specific regard.

Actually, it was quite the opposite now. And Kimberly, much to her humiliation, felt as though she might flop from the silky confines of her outfit with but the slightest of abrupt movements.

The damned traitors were utterly full of themselves now that they’d gotten a little, okay, a lot bigger... She was healthy enough to admit she’d never been the most gifted in the mammary department... But, dammit, the things were confoundingly unruly!

Was this what the endowed members of her sex had to deal with on a regular basis?

How did they even go for a walk without the freaking sisters jostling around as if they had a mind completely their own? Let alone what might happen if she dared to head out for a jog!

Madness!

“Still, totally worth it!” She enthused a moment later, grinning at her new gaziga-zongas and immediately forgiving them for all their disorderly nature. “I do love you guys, promise!”

Honestly, the new assets were awesome. And though what she had before was perfectly fine, she preferred this. After all, wasn't the grass always greener on the other side of the fence?

After taking the needed time to adjust everything and make sure she was—good, Kimberly finally stepped outside. And none too late either, as the sky was rapidly illuminating! The world coming alive to the point where the early risers would already be out and pulling on their tiny white cancer sticks.

Deciding she needed to just rip off the band-aid and get it all over with, potential witnesses or not, Kimberly strolled outside with her bundle wrapped tightly in her arms and, for lack of a better idea, jumped!

There was a brief sensation of appalling uncertainty as her entire body erupted upwards at a pace and distance which was immediately unnerving! Her mind catching up, a moment later, with the fact that she’d apparently managed a six-foot vertical!

Given that the woman herself couldn't have claimed to be taller than five-eight, and it had been done in standing fashion while overloaded with additional cargo, the feat was understandably surprising.

The lull of her death-defying leap was, thankfully, blissfully extended in that initial moment, even before beginning to fall!

Unbidden by conscious thought, she felt her wings unfurl as they smashed the air! Pushing her another few feet higher with a single and powerful flap! Then, she was grinning practically ear to ear as her wings began to shift into high gear!

They started pounding the air around her into submission as she rose higher and faster than she had any right to move! Her body seemed to streak through the sky with all the ease of a rising drone!

In what felt like mere heartbeats, she found herself looking down upon the entirety of the convention grounds with an expression of abject wonder...

Then, her eyes, somehow managing to zoom like the lens of a camera, Kimberly picked up the telltale sight of people already scurrying about like ants below her. Most weren’t at all interested in the slightest by the happenings of the infinite yonder above!

However, it only took, but a cursory glance towards that vast expanse of land beneath herself to note that there were indeed those who just so happened to be squinting upwards... And, more specifically, at her.

Hands were already moving to pockets by the time Kimberly realized she should probably bug out! Again, relying on strangely comfortable but nonetheless alien instincts to shift her direction. Kim's body leaned into the motion of its own accord as she all but took off at an initially nauseating speed.

It wasn’t quite so fast as she’d driven on the various freeways that spanned from state to state, but it honestly wasn’t far off.

The wind whipped at her face with savage indifference, blowing her hair behind her like a kite as she soared through the sky! Her eyes narrowed in irritation while she desperately sought a good place to deal with her corpse issue.

Where did one dispose of a body in the suburbs, to begin with? Well, again, her first thought was to just head towards the largest collection of forestry she could find and simply ditch it...

Yet, that plan as a whole had several issues. The chief among them being exposure. While it was still somewhat dim, her outline in the sky clearly already stood out like a sore thumb amidst the endless nothing that surrounded her.

Kimberly had seen how good cameras were getting these days. She did not want to risk having a trail of uploaded photos follow her all the way to the... um, burial site...

Instead, she rapidly developed an alternate idea that, though not as permanent, would still solve the primary problem that was her association with the body. DNA wouldn’t mean a damned thing if they didn’t know who she was, and Kimberly hadn’t ever been arrested a day in her entire life!

Even if the body was found, nobody would ever suspect her. which was essentially the whole point of the operation, to begin with! So, eyeing the rather abundant array of skyscrapers in the near distance, Kimberly picked up her pace with a clear goal set in her mind.

Climbing higher, she picked out the oldest and most dilapidated building she had from the array on offer and promptly began heading toward its roof. Once there, she did her best at a first attempt at landing, honestly surprising herself that she managed to keep her footing, even in heels!

Though she did trip a little and needed to stabilize herself from faceplanting as she skittered and hopped, she mostly kept upright by the grace of a few helpful flickers of her wings.

Hah! Natural self-stabilizers that let her fly, how useful was that?

Feeling a nervous energy overwhelm her as the sensation of countless phantasmal eyes began creeping their way across her spine, Kimberly shook out the contents of her now mangled passenger to allow the broken and ruinous remains of her victim to spill at her feet.

It was not a pleasant sight, doubly so while looking at all the crumbled bits of his overly dried-out husk...

Thankfully, there was no abundance of fresh blood to speak of, which was just, yeah... A more than welcome small miracle. She really couldn’t tell whether her nerves might have broken if it had all been a tad sloppier of an endeavor...

As it happened, once the body was left to bleach in the sun, she shook the sheets out the best she could. Eyeing the clear brownish stains of human residue that existed with a sickened look... There was some mess of course... a sort of flaky and jerky-like granulated residue that, oh yeah, offered up plenty of queasy to go around...

Still, she was ahead of the ball game here so far as she was concerned! Plus, she felt she got extra points for deciding to dump the body on the boxy roof access’s own roof. It was a masterful play of chicanery if ever she'd performed as such!

Staring at the remnants of her dark deed, Kim couldn't help the momentary and possible mistake of trying to do something with the access ladder. Though she rightly decided that its absence might just bring along more unwanted attention. Hopefully, nobody would be coming along any time soon to discover what she'd left, and, more than that, hopefully, it wouldn’t smell...

Given how drained of fluids the cadaver already seemed to be, it was presumably not a huge worry... Honestly, she had no earthly idea as to why the body was so effectively mummified... But it wasn’t a stretch to imagine to assume that it had something to do with the whole demon thing.

Black magic...

Next, Kimberly took off again, this time quickly growing in confidence with euphoric glee! Dropping from the sky like a vengeful eagle as she dove into the alcove of two much more distant apartments. There, she discarded the soiled bedding in an absolutely foul dumpster that made her green just from touching its lid...

Despite this, a complete wash of relief hit her the moment she returned to the sky, now bereft of any evidence of her wrongdoing and already on a course to return to her hotel. Quite honestly, she felt great! That looming sword of Damocles finally lifting from her shoulders and allowing Kimberly to breathe!

Naturally, she didn’t use her balcony as an impromptu landing pad; instead, finding yet another dark crevice, noting how a pattern was already emerging, with the intent to descend between buildings and walk it home. After, of course, she spent a few minutes submerged in frustrated and frantic terror, trying to do away with her wings...

The second go around while playing transform-the-demon was a considerably smoother experience. And admittedly, Kimberly was reasonably satisfied with her efforts once she wrapped her tail around her waist and gently tied it off so the damned thing wouldn’t give her away.

Unsurprisingly for anyone who had been following along, and had likely imagined exactly how brazenly she was dressed... All of it made so much more potent to behold, given how erotically her form had been accentuated. The demoness garnered no few quantities of stares as she set a comfortable pace down the sidewalk...

Strutting with an almost natural grace and poise while walking around in heels, it was no surprise that she got—attention... Drivers turned their heads to gawk, and pedestrians either shook theirs with disgust or outright stared with slack-jawed awe. Some did indeed pull out their phones to take pictures, but at least she was back in familiar waters.

Nothing that happened from that point forward was unique by any metric of measurement when compared to what had just transpired in her last hour alive. In fact, she wasn’t even the only one who was already in costume. Many emerging and making their way towards the convention center as well.

Several other individuals and groups, most done up in intricate or shoddy or makeshift outfits, all seemed to slowly pool from their surroundings to join in on the collective and costumed march.

Before long, she blended in with splendid ease, though even amidst her peers, she was still something to behold... Still, it was not difficult to largely disappear amidst the sea of faces, joining in on the borg of smells, conversation, and good cheer until she all but faded to the outside world...

The young woman vanishing from the greater public eye without a single person ever the wiser to the misbegotten reason she was even there to begin with...