A succubus in training learns a lesson from her teacher in a rather unconventional way.

You can read the story below. Note its rather long with a focus on some ~LORE~ since people have expressed interest in that. If you just want the fetish stuff, skip to around the middle.

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(stuffing, food transformation, demon nonsense)

In Hell We Serve
To The Courts We Are Bound
For Our Lords We Toil
In Them Purpose Is Found

This mantra was beaten into the mind of every demon the moment they could comprehend it. Its purpose was obvious; to ensure every new soul born in Lunar Hell would take their place within the system of courts. A social structure in which the forces that ruled over the moon divided the land and people between them; demons born within a court bound to its service. From the moment a soul came into being, it would have purpose. A place to belong. A goal to strive for. A lord to serve.

For a demon born outside the courts, the message is clear: find a court, or live a harsh life of ignominy.

And so these unaffiliated demons always strive to find a place and purpose. Opportunities to do so are few and far between. So when the young demon Lusinafyx heard that the Court of Passion was actually recruiting demons for training as Succubi, she joined without a second thought. Granted, she didn't even know what a succubus really was, but she knew it was a powerful and prestigious position. It was reserved only for extremely skilled demons serving under the Radiant Queen herself. For a spurned and shunned demon like her to be given a chance at such a position was unprecedented. She didn't really understand it, but at that particular moment she didn't care. She was simply in awe at her sudden struck of fortune.

But as she nervously wandered down the shimmering streets of the Resplendent City, that awe was giving way to apprehension. While the Court of Passion was certainly as glamorous as she had imagined, she had thought it would be more...structured. It was a beautiful place but also full of anarchy and chaos, with demons of all shapes and sizes doing as they pleased with little regard for rules or order. Even the primitive tribal society Lusinafyx had lived in for 20 years of her life had more cohesion. She always had someone around to guide her in one way or another, but now she was alone in a vast city of eccentrics and oddities. Her only guidance was in a set of directions and a 'teacher' to meet.

As she descended further into the glimmering alleys, she worried the directions might be wrong, or perhaps just a cruel trick. She nervously wandered down the congested streets, doing her best to avoid drawing any attention to herself. She was supposed to be meeting with a "prestigious and skilled pair of advisors" that would help her learn the skills she needed to serve as a succubus. Lusinafyx couldn't imagine how anyone could live in this chaotic mess, let alone someone of a lofty position of power. But what could she do other than follow the directions and hope they did not lead her astray?

As she rounded a corner, the crowds of hooting and hollering devils thinned out. She instead found herself looking down a long street decorated with a seemingly nonsensical display of abstract statues. At the end of a street, a tall and elegant door stood alone, marked with a series of intricate symbols she recognized very few of. She did, however, know that two of them were the personal brands of the demons she had been sent to meet. A small amount of relief soothed her nerves, but now she found herself struggling to work up the nerve to knock upon the elegant door. As she approached the door, her knees bent in fear and her tail twitched anxiously. She slowly raised a quivering hand up to the imposing structure.

To her shock, the door opened before her knuckles even made contact with the stone.

Qs if pulled by an unseen force, Lusinafyx found herself yanked inside and the doors slamming shut behind her in an instant. She struggled to catch her breath, her hoofed feet sliding on the polished marble floor. After a few moments of floundering, she managed to regain her footing, and nervously looked around the manor she had been pulled into. It was unlike any home she had ever seen. She had no idea how the high-ranked demons of Passion lived, but she couldn't imagine many lived like this. The entrance hall was full of paintings, statues, and banners thrown together with little regard for cohesion. It was a garish display of clashing colours and contrasting shapes that made her feel uneasy. She took a few nervous steps backwards, contemplating trying to open the door and flee back to the streets, only to feel herself bump up against something.

She froze in terror for a second. Then she slowly turned her head around, and found herself gazing up at an looming figure. A single multi-coloured eye stared at her with a piercing gaze, and a thin featureless mouth twisted into a wide grin.

Lusinafyx let out a shriek and collapsed onto the floor once again. The figure let out a laugh that was both shrill and harmonious, pointing at her with an enormous scarlet hand.

"Eyehehe! Oh, you should yourself right now darling! Like a little lost lamb caught in the shadow of a hungry wolf...how delightful~"

Lusinafyx didn't understand what the cackling creature meant. She tried to regain her composure, but found it difficult to not knock her knees together in fear. The looming figure was twice as tall as Lusinafayx, at least nine feet in height. Though it was vaguely feminine form clad in shades of pink and yellow, its appearance was garish and offputting. Her hands were oversized and large enough to crush the average demon with ease. The fingers on each hand twitched and writhed as she continued to laugh hysterically. This creature was abnormal even among demons, and her strange mannerisms only exacerbated the aura of oddity that radiated from her.

Just as Lusinafyx managed to clamber to her feet again, the creature jabbed one large finger straight into her stomach, sending her falling to the floor once again.

"I must say though....you aren't what I expected. You seem rather...how can I put this? 'Homely' for a succubus"

Lusinafyx managed to regain her composure, somewhat offended by the last remark. "H-homely??? What's that supposed to mean?"

The looming figure rocked her hips back in forth in a mocking manner and let out a small chuckle. "Oh, its not meant to be an insult darling! I'm just surprised is all! You don't expect a succubus to be a short freckled devil with a chubby gut!"

The demon stuck her finger into Lusinafyx again, and began to shake her exposed chub gently. "Eheh, its cute though, if you don't mind me saying. You're like a little pink gumdrop!"

She continued to jiggle the bewildered girl's gut for a few moments before finally pulling her finger back. The towering demon gave her a frank appraisal; yes, she was definitely not what you'd expect from a succubus. Lusinafyx was a bit short, a bit chubby, and just a little bit "ugly". Her silver hair was long and unkempt, obscuring her face partly but not enough to hide her baggy eyes or bounty of freckles. The long horns that sprouted from her head were rough and unpolished, clearly not something the girl had ever even thought about maintaining the appearance of. Even her teeth were a bit crooked, sporting a prominent tooth gap right in the middle.

It was a ragged appearance unfitting for any demon employed in the Court of Passion, let alone an aspiring Succubus. But appearances were only temporary; what mattered far more was the soul that lay beneath the skin. Shalahala knew this better than most, prompting her to nod her head in approval.

"Don't worry though darling; that can be changed. Everything can be changed. That is what you are here to learn, after all. To change both yourself and those around you; the essence of transformation! And I, Shalahala, am quite gifted when it comes to this lovely little school of magic! Eheh, I'm a natural to be honest, and over 100 years of training has only built on that talent."

Lusinafyx wasn't sure how to respond to the demon's boasts. She decided to simply sit in silence, nervously glancing back and forth until she could muster the energy to say something. Shalahala wasn't going to wait however; in a flash she reached down, grabbed the cowering girl with one hand, and then began to pull her deeper into the manor.

"Nervous eh? Well nothing calms the nerves like some sweets! Lets go into the kitchen, its where you are going to learn your first lesson anyways, eheh~"

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Lusinafyx twiddled her fingers together in silence. Seated at the end of long counter in an ornate chair, she felt quite out of place. The kitchen was far fancier than any place she had ever dined in before, and compared to the garish entrance hall it appeared quite tasteful and refined. The demon chef meanwhile was working furiously, but Lusinafyx couldn't figure out what it was she was actually doing. Her hands were a flurry of chaotic motions that appeared as incomprehensible nonsense.

Gulping nervously, Lusinafyx tried to squeak out some questions. "E-excuse me, Miss Shalahala, but I was sent here too-"

Suddenly the tall demon whipped around, carefully holding a large silver serving bowl betwixt two fingers. She then slid it across the counter, the dish sliding to a perfect stop right in front of Lusinafyx.

"Oh please, don't be so formal! I'm not one for formalities like my boorish sister. You can just call me Shala! Now eat up! I made that ice cream just for you, eheh~"

Lusinafyx stared down at the dish with apprehension. It was an assortment of pink spheres drenched in a brown sauce and covered with a creamy cloud and bits of multicoloured debris. It didn't look bad per say, but she wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. It was unlike anything she'd ever eaten in her life. Granted, she hadn't eaten much more than the limited array of foods you could scavenge up on the surface of Lunar Hell.

"....ice cream? Uhm, what exactly is this supposed to be?"

Shala placed her enormous hands over her nonexistent cheeks, her wide smile instantly flipping into a deep frown.

"Yo- you've never heard of ice cream?!? Oh you poor little thing! What a cruel life you must have lived if you don't even know about such sugary delights! Well you see, ice cream is like...you take this liquid extracted from the underside of these monochrome beasts down on Lunacy, and then you mix that with salt and the eggs of squawking little bird creatures. Then you-"

Lusinafyx stared blankly at Shala, her convoluted explanation only confusing the girl even further.

"Look- it doesn't matter how its made or what its made from. What matters is that its delicious, so try it already."

Growing impatient, Shala pulled a spoon from behind her back and scooped up a bit of the strawberry ice cream herself. In one swift motion she shoved the sugary glob down Lusinafyx's throat.

The young demon's pink eyes suddenly widened, and she began to greedily dig into the rest of the ice cream.

Lusinafyx had NEVER tasted anything like this! It was sweet and cold yet the sauce also made it warm and comforting! A hint of salt mixed with a fruity taste she'd never experienced before! She was so used to everything she ate being dull and rough that she was completely overwhelmed by the sugary sensation flooding her tastebuds. Shalahala was right; it didn't matter what this creamy substance was made from if it tasted THIS good! Before she even realized it, she had devoured it all. Dismayed, she scraped her spoon against the sides of the silver dish, hoping to get a just a little bit more of the rich cream to taste.

Having cleaned the bowl out, she looked up at Shala in both despair and hope. The elder demon let out a chuckle at the sight of the girl so desperate for more of such a simple treat.

"I can see you like it darling! Well, don't you worry. You can have as much as you want...and I get the feeling a greedy little gumdrop like you will be eating quite a lot~"

Lusinafyx didn't care about that last comment. All she cared about right now was ice cream. As soon as Shala slid another bowl down to her, she thrust her spoon into it with gusto.

"Now darling, while you enjoy your fill, let me tell you a bit about transformation."

Lusinafyx nodded her head, only half-paying attention to what her teacher was saying. She was too busy indulging too focus on anything else.

"Now even an ignorant little thing like you probably understands mana makes up all life. Mana is also the basis for all magic. So transformation might seem difficult, and I suppose it is, but the core principle of it is rather simple; you manipulate the mana that makes up the body and soul too turn it into...something else. Understand?"

Lusinafyx nodded her head again. She pretended to be following Shala's words, but ice cream continued to dominate her thoughts. Even after clearing out 5 bowls she hadn't had enough. She was so absorbed in indulgence that she couldn't be bothered to listen to whatever Shala was saying. She couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to her own body, and how her gluttonous consumption had made her belly bulge out like a balloon. She also didn't notice that her skin was turning a deeper shade of pink, and that her slight amount of chub was starting to bloat and sag just a bit more.

Shala let out another chuckle, pleased that the 'lesson' was going exactly as she had planned. She slid yet another bowl down to the oblivious little glutton.

"Enjoying yourself, mmm? Well darling, I think it would be in your best interest to pay a bit more attention."

Lusinafyx didn't even respond to this. She was too hungry, too ravenous. She wasn't even bothering with a spoon anymore and was simply lifting the bowls right up to her face, which had now turned the same shade of pink as the strawberry ice cream she was so enamored with.

Shala shook her head and let out yet another chuckle. "Eheh, of course you won't. Well if you are going to listen to anything I say, then you'll want it to be this; the reason transformation is difficult is because a soul's mana resists change. It knows what its body is supposed to be, and does its best to maintain that form. So the easiest way to overcome this is to convince the soul its body is supposed to be...something else~"

Shala's words fell on deaf ears. Lusinafyx had emptied her twelfth bowl and was moving onto her thirteenth. Even with her chubby belly having rounded out into a great pink orb, she didn't notice the changes overcoming her. Her rump had plumped up considerably, poking out from below her skirt and bulging off of the ornate seat. Even her breasts were starting to swell and glisten in the harsh light of the kitchen. All along Lusinafyx's body, little droplets of melting ice cream were forming and vanishing as her skin struggled to maintain its form. She was oblivious to all of this. She shoved more ice cream into her chubby cheeks, kicking her hooves back and forth in delight. Her tail swished from side to side in blissful joy, even as it started to shorten and fatten.

"So the best way to go about transforming someone is to alter their mental state. Convince them that they are supposed to be whatever it is you want to make them into. Or simply make them so unaware of their surroundings that you can make smaller, subtler changes without them noticing. So a successful transformation often depends more on the susceptibility of the victim than the skill of the mage. Now, I don't know how well you're going to take to learning this magic...but I will say you are an EXCELLENT victim, eyehehehe!"

This nasty remark paired with the wicked cackle was enough to break Lusinafyx from her gluttonous stupor. That along with the fact that she had emptied another cream dish, and to her dismay found that there were no others around.

"A- ah, Miss Shala c-could I please- *hic*...have some more?" she pleaded, her eyes filled with desperation. She was so fixated on the prospect of more of her new favorite treat that she didn't even notice her gut swelling out onto the counter, knocking aside empty dishes as it struggled for room to expand.

"No darling, I think you've had your fill. If you really want more though, I suppose you could just lick yourself. I think you are far enough along now that you should taste sweet enough, ehehe~"

Perplexed by this comment, Lusinafyx looked down at herself for the first time since her rapturous feast had started. And upon looking down, she let out a piercing shriek.

She wasn't just chubby now, she was fat. No, something worse than fat; she was bloated and heavy, but also soft and squishy. Her skin had turned a deep shade of pink and was covered in dripping streaks of cream...cream coming from inside her. Without her even realizing it, she had begun to turn into the plump spheres of sugar she had enjoyed indulging in so much. In her panic she slipped off of her seat, her bloated butt having grown too thick and slippery to find purchase upon it any longer. Falling roughly to the marble floor, she looked up in a daze only to see Shala looming over her with a wicked grin.

"I suppose you now understand what is going on? This is your first lesson in transformation...and what better way to learn than to get some first-hand experience~"

Lusinafyx looked at herself in confusion and despair. Even with it spelled out to her, with the visual evidence so clear, she didn't want to believe this was happening. She knew magic could do something like this, but she never thought she would be subjected to it. It was all so sudden, and it was only getting worse with each passing second. Even her clothes seemed to be involved in the transformation; they were metling away into a thick black sauce that clung to her rotund form. They now resembled that lovely warm topping that had covered the ice cream...and now just like the ice cream, it was covering her.

Because she was ice cream. She was turning into ice cream.

Terrible comprehension filled her mind and she let out another shriek. She desperately grasped at her squishy pink flab and tried to push it back into herself. All she succeeded in doing was creating a sticky strawberry mess. She slipped across the marble floor in a furious panic, trying to figure out some way to keep the transformation from progressing any further. Some way to keep herself from becoming more of a creamy delight. She looked up at Shala in desperation; deep down she knew her cruel teacher would show no mercy, but what could she do other than beg and plead?

"P- please! I'm sorry I didn't pay attention! Please turn me back! This is- this is crazy!"

Shala shook her head and gave the pitiful girl a wounded look.

"Crazy? That's rather rude you know. I consider my work to be quite sophisticated...but I do understand its hard to appreciate your side of the table, so to speak. Eheh~"

She bent her narrow waist and lowered herself over the struggling girl. Once again she reached out her scarlet hand, but this time she only rubbed the girl's belly in a delicate manner. To Lusinafyx, the sensation of her creamy skin being jostled was alien and only filled her with more dread. She didn't dare try and move away from the taller demon, feeling much like helpless prey trapped in front of a predator.

"But don't feel bad, my little gumdrop. I'm not mad, and you're not being punished. This is exactly how I planned for this lesson to go...and believe me, this IS a lesson. You might not think it, but you'll learn a great deal by having your body transformed. As a succubus, manipulating your own flesh is something you'll need to be accustomed too. Who knows, you might even grow to enjoy it..."

Enjoy this? How could anyone enjoy ANYTHING like this? Lusinafyx shook her head back and forth, her silver hair flinging off little clumps of whipped cream. "I- No! I don't want to do this! I can't do this! Please...just change me back!"

As the plump lump of ice cream in the shape of a demon begged and pleaded, Shala merely let out a long sigh. She had hoped this would go better, and she didn't like that she was causing her new pupil genuine distress. But in truth, this was the response she should have expected. Nobody ever reacted to unsolicited transformation well, and for obvious reasons. But Shalahala simply couldn't help herself; she was addicted to this kind of cruel trickery.

"Well darling, I'm afraid that won't be happening yet. You see, there's very few who even could help you now. Once a transformation gets going, its very difficult to stop. The soul thinks it is something else, and the body is changing itself to match. And you might not like it, but you're more dessert than demon now!"

Lusinafyx sobbed in despair. She only cried harder when she realized her tears were now sticky strands of syrup.

Shala, on the other hand, decided to shove away what little pity she had and simply enjoy the situation. So her dim-witted pupil was unhappy with her predicament? No matter, the lesson would continue regardless. And now Shala was determined to make the most out of it.

"Well darling, if you're going to be dessert, you'll need to look the part! Don't worry about that though; I'll take care of everything now. All you need to do is try to calm down; otherwise you might turn sour!"

Before she could even respond, Lusinafyx found herself lifted into the hair by magic. Her plump form jiggled and jostled as she was lifted up and then gently placed inside an enormous dish; one that matched the bowls she had greedily eaten out of earlier. To her despair, she really was becoming just like the ice cream she had enjoyed eating so much. The oversized dish was so large that even her fattened form did not fit fill it out. But as she felt her rump pressing out further below her, she knew she was going to grow to be a perfect fit.

Shala clapped her hands together, delighted by the sight of the demonic ice cream sitting helplessly inside the bowl. Now any pity she had felt was completely gone. Shala was fully wrapped up in the process of 'cooking', and nothing brought her more joy than turning a person into a confection; regardless of how willing the victim was.

She began the process of shrinking Lusinafyx down to match the proper size of an ice cream. Lusinafyx felt the odd sensation of growing both larger and smaller simultaneously as both she and the serving dish began to diminish in size. It should of brought her further distress, but it at this point what did it matter? Big or small, she would be a fat lump of ice cream either way.

And now she truly was fat. She'd swollen to the point where her body consisted primarily of 3 spheres; one formed from her belly, and two from her monumental rump. A triple scoop sundae was her fate. Her arms and legs had been stretched out into little cones on the surface of the orbs; she knew it was only a matter of time before they were gone completely. Would she lose her hands and hooves too? She wasn't sure, but it was yet another irrelevant detail. All she could do with them was kick and flap in distress. She looked down at her hooves to confirm they were still there. They were, but the sight of them brought her no comfort; they had turned into a pair of pecans, another topping for her ice cream body. Everything that wasn't ice cream was something that belonged on it. She struggled to look over her shoulder and at her bloated behind; she couldn't find her tail anymore. She assumed it had melted away into more of the hot fudge covering her strawberry posterior, and she let out another whimper at the thought. Just how big was her rump going to grow? It had swelled to the point where even if she wasn't made of slippery sugar she would still be immobilized by her girth.

Shala scooped the shrinking sundae off the floor and placed her onto the countertop. Lusinafyx gazed down into the polished surface, and was able to truly understand the extent to which her face had changed for the first time. It had been just a bit chubby before, but now it was ridiculously fat and bloated. Her cheeks had swollen into strawberry spheres covered with her syrupy tears. The little freckles that once dotted her face had popped out into purple sprinkles. Topping her off was a delicious swirl of whipped cream, and from that sprouted a pair of stripped cinnamon sticks. The sight of it all was too much for Lusinafyx; she tried to shake her head, only to find her neck had swollen into her fat form. She let out a pitiful moan, and was more dismayed by how it was muffled by fat lips and plump cheeks.

As her rump swelled out above her head, her arms and legs rounded out of existence, and her belly bulged to fit perfectly within the now snug dish, Lusinafyx knew she had completed her transformation into a succubus sundae.

Shalahala clapped her hands together and cackled once again, quite pleased with this. But she paused; something was missing. A cherry of course; every sundae needed one. But where could she place it with the girl's head occupied by a pair of confectionery horns? She pondered this for a moment before pulling out a can of whipped cream and spraying it on the girl's belly. Lusinafyx let out another muffled shriek and flapped her hands in distress, not wanting to be covered in toppings even further. She was helpless to resist though; all she could do was moan and squirm in futility.

A thick blob of cream now decorated the strawberry sphere, and Shala shoved a bright red cherry deep within it. NOW the dessert was truly complete. Even after having made thousands of dishes over her lifetime, each one still filled Shalahala with pride and joy. She simply loved making desserts...and making desserts out of people was what she considered to be the pinnacle of her craft. Of course it was a joint effort between her and victim, though the latter rarely appreciated their role in the process.

Still, she beamed with pride, lifting the sundae up above her face triumphantly.

"Well darling, you're done! And I must say, you look absolutely delicious! A perfect little sundae! I'm not surprised a sweet girl like you makes for such a lovely treat. So, how do you feel? You should be proud of how well you've turned out!"

Lusinafyx looked at the demon, who now seemed a thousand times more imposing with the massive height gap between the two. Despite her fear and despair, the absurdity of that statement forced an angry squeak from between her lips.

"P- pwoud?" How cwould I be....pwoud?!? You turwned me intwo...ice cweam! I'm...its awful!"

She flapped her hands and kicked her hooves, trying to signal her anger and dismay.

"No! No no no! I'm don't want to be ice cweam! Twurn me back! Puhweeaaseee!"

Shala rolled her single eye at the sundae's pitiful protests. "Of course, you're still upset I suppose. Well, no changing that. But as for changing you back...that can be arranged~"

For the first time since the whole ordeal had began, hope returned to Lusinafyx. Change her back? She could go back to normal? She wasn't going to be stuck as a sweet? She had almost mentally resigned herself to this terrible fate, but now a glimmer of optimism was blooming within her. She looked up at Shala, this time not with fear but with faith. She was her tormentor, but also her only chance at salvation.

"Y- yehs! Pwease turn me bwack now!"

Another chuckle passed out of Shala's grin. The demonic patissierie turned around and gazed wistfully up at the kitchen lights.

"Yes...but reversing a transformation is rather tricky. You see the soul is now convinced it is something else. Its rather difficult to undo that when the victim is actively aware of their state. In fact its much easier to simply break the body down entirely...and refashion it from the ground up."

Lusinafyx had understood very little of Shala's rambling about magic. Even in a proper mental state she would of had trouble comprehending it. But she knew that the prospect of one's body being broken down could not be pleasant.

Shalahala turned down to face her little dessert, which in turn let out a muffled shriek. Held between the demon's fingers was a fancy spoon which she twirled around with glee.

"Now then, what better way to break down a dish than by...eating it? That is what food is for after all."

The dessert let out more shrieks and furiously flapped its hands, trying its beast to somehow escape the nightmarish situation. The sight of this prompted a wicked cackle from the patissierie, which drowned out the sobbing moans of the sweet little sundae.

"Don't worry dear! You'll be just fine! This isn't going to hurt a bit! After all, a dessert can't feel anything! Now hold still, and do your best to stay nice and sweet for me~"

More cackling laughter erupted from the kitchen. It echoed out onto the streets, prompting the few loitering demons to move further away. It was an uncomfortable reminder as to why few dared to linger near the manor of the Shapeless Sisters, lest they risk being subjected to the cruel torments the two frequently indulged in.

But at the moment they had little to fear, as the sisters had found a new toy to play with.