The many tiers of the demon dimension had no lack of entertainment for its denizens when they weren't out making soul contracts, tormenting the damned, or scaring children that didn't listen to their parents. After all, demons are many things, but they would be hypocrites if they didn't practice what they preached: sins of gluttony, lust, and... well, you get the idea.

But one of the demonesses that had recently created one of the more-unique soul-contracts found herself enraptured by her host's expansive game collection.

<Y-y-you want to... wh-wh-what?> Aluka stuttered in the strange mind-speak he was still getting used to.
[I want to play your Games of Video,] said Aluka's resident demoness, named Aluthea.

Aluka was used to her by now, even though it had been but a short 3 months since her quite-forward appearance to him. He still was in disbelief that she made a "co-pilot" contract with him instead of the usual soul-selling.

<Do you... mean video games?> Aluka said.
[Of course, dear, I want to catch up on so much of mortal culture, and what better way than starting with the rather enormous library of digital entertainment?] Aluthea said.
<Oh, okay,> Aluka replied, swallowing as he prepared himself for the by-now-rote ritual of allowing Aluthea's influence to come over him.

The rather-obese drake changed, his moobs growing rounder and more voluptuous, filling out his Gamecube logo shirt with such expedience as to make him worry that he would soon be sans said shirt. As his bosom fleshed out, his short crop of hair fluffed out and became more lucious and poofy, lengthening down his (now her) back, reaching toward her tail. With her breasts now the size of a pair of over-inflated exercise balls, "Alukie" let out a gentle moan, feeling her thighs and buttocks thicken just the faintest amount. "The faintest amount" here translated into an easy half-meter of fattening. The already-tiny thigh-gap disappeared, her jeans were naught but a small thong with a belt (where buckle of said belt mysteriously changed into a silver broach that proudly declaired "hot" in all caps) wrapped around her couch-crushing thighs. Her belly had little change, but in comparison to the titans of tit and behemoth of booty it was but a small chubby beast.

With her ring glowing from the remnants of the transition, Alukie purred as she picked up her controller and unnecessarily held it in as seductive a manner as possible (hey, even demonesses can pick up unbreakable habits while going around tempting) while she waddled over to her gaming wall.

"I think I would like to try Luigi's Mansion, first," Alukie crooned to herself, daintily picking up the game case in her padded paw, "I want to see how much succ Luigi can give."

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