Betty stood and strode upstairs to gaze at her naked self in the mirror. She ran taloned fingers down her body, pinching and tweaking her breasts. She concentrated, and soon her nipples began to drip... more and more until they were squirting milk all
over the mirror. The blonde succubus roared in delight as she milked herself. With a thought, she made the flow ebb, then cease.
She grinned at her reflection. "I can do ANYTHING!"
Her hands palmed her breasts, kneading them like clay. She willed them to shrink down, down... until all that remained were a pair of puffy nipples. With her erect cock and flat chest, she looked like a beautiful boy. Betty gripped her dick and pumped
it, aroused at the sight of her androgynous beauty.
She experimented further, becoming a towering, masculine giant with thick muscles. She reshaped herself, growing the flared hips and full breasts of a woman but retaining the muscle tone of a career bodybuilder. Her cock changed shape too, growing barbs,
then becoming the red knotted memeber of a canine, then the flare-tipped cock of a horse. She allowed her skin to become cherry-red and hairless from head to toe as her feet cracked and split into glossy black hooves, giving her a truly demonic shape. She
sprouted four more arms and altered her skin and hair to midnight blue, appearing like the goddess Kali.
Betty quickly tired of this game and reverted to her 'default' form, thinking about what to do next. An evil grin split her lips and she dashed out the house and took flight, laughing sonorously as she flew over the neighborhood like a shade. Dogs howled
at her unnatural aura and anyone who caught a glimpse of her was aroused, though they didn't know why.
She landed in the backyard of a suburban home. It was Jughead's house, and he was hosting the party Archie had promised to take her to, but took Veronica instead. Betty heard a growling behind her and saw Hot Dog, Jughead's faithful hound, his fur on end.
"Don't worry," Betty cooed. "It's me, Hot Dog. Betty." She let him sniff her hand and his ears perked up, confused. He licked her hand and wagged his tail and she smiled. Dogs were easy to trick. Now she had to get inside...
Betty concentrated for a moment. Her body changed, becoming more plain, like her old self, but subtly sexier: silkier hair, nicer breasts, better legs. Red latex sheathed her, save for her face and hands. A hole at the crown of her head allowed a tail
of her flaxen tresses to pop out. She grinned as a pair of cute horns popped out from the forehead of the "costume" as well as a pair of batlike wings from the shoulders and a spaded tail from her butt. A red corset cinched around her midsection, pushing up
her breasts and giving her a lovely hourglass shape. She reluctantly willed her cock to retract into her bare pussy. Wicked stiletto heels adorned her feet. Dramatic makeup adorned her features and a plastic pitchfork appeared in her manicured hands. She smiled
and strode into the house like she owned the place.
The music was loud and the party was in full swing. Witches, atronauts, cowboys, indians, zombies, robots, clowns, superheroes... Everyone was in costume. The place was packed, too and decorated festively. Betty smiled as she got a glass of punch, fully
aware of the eyes watching her swaying tush.
She could easily whip the sexually tense atmosphere into a frenzy, making everyone tear their clothes off and fornicate like rabbits in a sweaty, shameless orgy, but where was the fun in that? She wanted to savour this one moment at a time.
Her eyes fell on Archie and Veronica on the couch, giggling with the others as they played a party game. The brunette had stolen Betty's idea, only instead of Barbara Eden, she looked more like Princess Jasmine. Betty smiled. Veronica looked almost as
good as Archie, and Betty's new cock deserved some fine pussy to use it on.