Picture by datli64
"You've been a real treat, darling," the hot goth said as she began to redress, "But I hafta leave." "So soon?" You asked, still in bed from your bout of morning sex. "Don't sound so beat up, hun," she said with a smirk, her eyes seeming to glow with energy, "After all, you're coming along too." You felt your body seize up, unresponsive to any commands you sent to it. The woman got closer, now fully dressed, closing the distance between the two of you. "My navel area is a bit lacking, wouldn't you say?" She chuckled as you felt yourself getting pulled towards her. She saw the panic in your eyes and laughed, enjoying your torment, it seemed.
"W-what are you doing?" You stuttered, still unable to move as you approached her body. "I like to display my body count, you see," she told you, pointing at the seraph on her chest, "This one was a guy who was really into religion, I enjoyed breaking him." She moved her finger to her arm, highlighting a cat mid-air, "This cutesy was a girl who was obsessed with cats, so I thought it would be fitting for her to end up as one, even if only in ink." "Your tattoos… are people?" You fretted. "We're people, now just ink adorning my body, although I guess their minds are still there."
As your body neared her abdomen, you felt your feet start to change. You watched in horror as your feet turned black and glossy, no doubt in your mind that it was anything but ink. "I always love the feeling," she cooed, watching as more of your body was subsumed by hers. More and more of your was broken down by the magic, forced onto her body. You tried to fight back, getting nowhere as you were still unable to budge an inch. All you could do was watch as you were devoured by this woman, forced to share a fate with all her previous lovers.
"You were a great lay," she told you as if it were any consolation, "I'll make sure everyone appreciates you." Now up to your torso, she grabbed your shoulders and kissed you on the lips. It was hard to stay focused as her tongue entered your mouth, the feeling of lust somehow outdoing your existential dread. She pulled away from the kiss and pushed you into her stomach, forcing the last of your body to melt away into pigment. You felt your form shifting as it reshaped itself to her desires. After a few different shapes, she settled on a crescent with lines emanating from it. The meaning was lost on you as you felt your new form become permanent, forced to be on display for her next victim who wouldn't know you were a person until it was too late.