Tim sat, waiting in the cafe. He looked idly around the room he was in. It was nice, not too busy at this time in the afternoon, with a few employees calmly walking about to clean this thing or that. He saw that one of them was a woman in her 30s who was a bit on the curvier side. He looked at her with wistful hunger as she made her way across the room.
 She probably got granted regenerations when she was younger, the man thought to himself. He watched her ass sway as she walked. Definitely used them all up by now though.
 A bell above the door rang as it opened. Tim was distracted from his musings as he saw Isabel enter through the door. A smile broke over his face. It was good to see an old friend.
 He got up to greet her and she beamed back at him, embracing him in a hug. He tried his best to ignore the feeling of her breasts pressing into him.
 Damn it, don’t be horny right now, he thought to himself.
 “How are you?” said Isabel. “I haven’t seen you in months!”
 “I’m good, I’m good,” said Tim, not totally honestly. “Want to order something?”
 The two friends stood together in line until they reached the cashier, then returned to a table after paying. Isabel launched into a recap of her life over the last half a year while Tim listened through a mix of interest and politeness. Mostly her rambling was a rough summary of the most recent drama in the complex web of friends with whom Isabel stayed in contact.
 The two of them were friends from college days, when they had taken a lot of the same classes. They also were both executives in the same club (the Board Games Club), and Tim had hung out on occasion with Isabel and her various boyfriends. Right now, she was single.
 “Bel, this is a lot of information that you’re throwing at me,” said Tim with a small smile.
 “Ah! You’re right, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked about you. How’s your world? How’s your job going?”
 The young man shrugged. “It’s alright I guess. Kind of boring, mostly paperwork.” Tim had started an office job shortly after finishing his degree. Isabel had found something similar and they had wound up in the same city, albeit at opposite ends. They had been trying to organize a time to get coffee and catch up for weeks now, but their efforts had been continuously thwarted by scheduling conflicts until that day.
 “Oh, sorry to hear. I’m sure it’ll get better once they give you more responsibility though!”
 “Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right.” Tim sipped the coffee in front of him. “How’s your job?”
 “Well, I feel pretty stressed a lot of the time, you know? I feel like there’s a lot of high hopes for new employees where I work, and I’m worried I’ll let them down. I don’t know, that’s probably that’s just me being paranoid.”
 “Probably.”
 Tim let his eyes move over his friend subtly. Isabel was pretty tall, with long red hair and blue-green eyes. Her figure varied over time with stress level. Being stressed right now, she was on the pretty heavy. Isabel had won the genetic lottery though, and her body fat distributed itself mainly on her hips and chest. She looked like a girl who’d grow up to a hot wine mom one day.
 No, no, stop it, thought Tim to himself. No being horny. Not with a friend.
 The pretty redhead didn’t seem to notice the way her friend had looked at her, and pressed the conversation forward. They discussed this and that before the topic came, as it often did when they talked, to whether or not Tim had found a girlfriend yet.
 “Soooo,” said Isabel, smiling cheekily, “anyone special at your work?”
 Tim sighed. Isabel liked to think of herself as some kind of romantic savant, eager to give advice to the less fortunate. This was despite the fact that her dating history was all over the place, and she hadn’t actually set up a single relationship.
 “No Bel, I haven’t found anyone.”
 “Do you want me to try to set you up with any of my girl friends? Or guy friends!”
 “No no, I’m alright.” Tim stared at his water glass. “I just…”
 Isabel looked at him and waited. There was a pause.
 “Do you maybe… want to talk about this outside?” Tim asked.
 “Sure, of course.”
 They got up and left the cafe. It was October, and the air was beginning to feel a bit nippy, but not unpleasant. They made their way to a nearby park in the city.
 “So what’s up?” asked Isabel.
 “I’ve just been feeling… really frustrated recently.”
 “Like. Sexually, you mean?”
 Tim looked at the ground. “How are you so casual about these things?”
 “Hey, it’s best to be open about this kind of stuff! No point bottling it up.”
 “Alright,” said Tim quietly. “Well, in that case, I’ll just tell you.” He swallowed hard. “I’m an incubus.”
Isabel’s jaw dropped. “You? But you’re always so…” She searched for a word that wouldn’t come across the wrong way.
“I know, I’m pathetic.”
“No! No you’re not pathetic, you’re just more shy than most people!”
Tim didn’t feel very comforted. About 1 in 5000 men were incubi, and 1 in 10000 women had similar powers. Most of them walked around the world like they owned the place.
Incubi and succubi had abilities that let them charm people and basically get whatever they wanted. They also needed to feed every few years to keep themselves satisfied.
From early on in human civilization this presented a pretty big problem, but modern technology gave a solution a few generations back. The fact was, people never kicked the incubi out of society because a lot of people wanted to become their prey. Getting digested inside a ballsack or womb, however, was a bit of a drawback. At least, it was until regeneration became possible.
At the age of 18, men and women could now apply for a certain number of clones of them to be made. The number of clones would be adjusted based on how attractive the candidate was, and then if the candidate was digested, the mind could be loaded into a copy of them.
This let the demons of the earth be satisfied without any real loss of life. However, you still needed to get a human to agree to be your prey to digest them. Tim had never done that before. Effectively, he was starving half to death.
“I don’t get it,” said Isabel. “You’re hot, I’m sure lots of people would agree to let you eat them!”
“I’m nervous, okay?” said Tim, ashamed. “I just. I don’t know. No one knows I’m an incubus. I didn’t even know until I looked up my symptoms and did a test a couple months back. There’s something weird with me, somehow I didn’t develop normally.”
Isabel looked concerned. “How about this: I’ll think it over, and meet you at your apartment in a few days. I think I might have a solution to your frustration.”
Isabel said a quick goodbye, and Tim set off for home confused. He went to work as usual for the rest of the week, still struggling against his building hunger, but on Friday he received a text from his red-haired friend.
I’m coming by. Be there at 7.
Tim hadn’t had any plans, so he did as he was told and stayed in.
At almost exactly 7, he heard a knocking at his door. He opened it, but what he saw made him stare in shock.
It was Isabel. She was wearing a long coat, but she had opened it to reveal that there was nothing underneath. He could not help but gaze at her round, hourglass-shaped curves. She had big areolas, a small ginger bush, and he could just see her pussy between her legs.
“I…,” started Tim.
“You don’t need to say anything.” Isabel stepped into the apartment. “I know this is hard for you, but here’s the deal. When I was 18, I was granted six regenerations.”
Tim’s mouth fell open. A part of him had always suspected that she had a few, but six?
“I’ve used five. I told the people in charge of running it that I want the last clone released tomorrow morning. That means that the me that you see here isn’t considered a person any more. I want you to fuck me and digest me, Tim.”
“But why? Why on me?”
“Because I want to do something nice for you. Besides,” she stepped right up to him, and he could feel her soft body pressing into his, “I get a huge turn on from taking the virginity of an incubus. When one of you has sex for the first time, you… well, you’ll see what happens.”
Without stepping away from him, Isabel slammed the door.
“Do you want this?” she asked, squeezing one of her plump breasts.
Tim managed a small nod.
The naked girl didn’t hesitate a second. She threw off her coat and pulled down his pants, stuffing his already-hard dick in her mouth and slurping on it.
Tim had known that some guys thought of Isabel as a slut. He had even fantasized about her a few times, but he had never imagined seeing her doing something so depraved.
Soon, slobber started to run down her face. His cock was bigger than average, and she was taking it into her throat, choking and spitting as she went.
After a while, she stopped. “Get on that chair,” she ordered, indicating an armchair not far from them in the apartment.
He did as he was told and Isabel mounted him, putting her fat white tits in his face. She guided his dick to her pussy and took it inside her.
Tim had never felt anything like it. She was warm, and soft, and squeezing his dick tight. He felt an urge to cum right then, but he managed to suppress it.
She started to ride him. Her tits flopped around, and her ass slapped into him and jiggled. She began moaning softly as she rocked up and down.
“Suck my tits, babe,” she demanded.
He did as he was told, eliciting more moans from her as she continued to fuck him.
It was then that Tim felt it. There was something stirring inside him.
It hit him all at once. A power pulsed through his entire body. It looked like Isabel could tell what was going on.
“That’s right,” she breathed, “let it happen, let it out.”
Tim grabbed her by the ass, and she gasped. With strength he didn’t know he had, he picked her up and slammed the thick redhead down on a nearby coffee table, scattering some papers that were lying on it.
“What are you going to do to me?” asked Isabel, taking an expression of mock distress.
“I’m going to fucking eat you.” The voice that came out of Tim didn’t feel like his own, and before he could realize he was doing it, he had thrust into Isabel violently and was fucking her harder than he knew he could.
The girl screamed. Her body jiggled violently as he kept railing her.
“Please!” she cried. “Please don’t eat me, sir! I’m a good girl, I’ll be your little slut! Just please, please don’t digest me!”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re worthless meat, you stupid bitch. Meat doesn’t fucking talk.”
He shoved two fingers down Isabel’s throat and made her choke. After a minute, he grabbed her by the neck with a single hand and picked her up. She was suffocating and grabbing desperately at his hand as he walked to the bedroom with her dangling from his grasp.
He threw her face-down onto the bed, and she gasped in a few breaths before he was on her again.
He forced her face into the mattress and shoved his cock up her ass. She screamed into the bed with what little air was in her lungs as he sodomized her.
Tim could feel something building up. He dragged Isabel up by the hair while continuing to slam into her ass.
“I’m gonna cum in you, whore.”
“No! No please!” Isabel cried. “When an incubus cums in a human, the human loses their mind! You’ll break me!”
“Do you think I fucking care what happens to you?” Tim spat on her face. Isabel moaned in masochistic pleasure.
“Don’t… don’t fry my mind! Please! PleAAAAAAH!”
Tim threw his head back as he emptied into the busty redhead. Her eyes rolled back and drool fell from her mouth as his power entered her brain.
Incubi liked to keep their prey still while they played with them. For this reason, they could get rid of all the higher functions of a normal person’s brain, and reduce them to a toy.
Tim came down from his climax but didn’t feel satisfied at all. He pulled out his still hard cock, flipped Isabel onto her back, and entered her cunt.
She was still screaming, and starting to lose coherency.
“Make me pregnant,” she begged, not quite able to focus on him. “You can use me to make babies, just don’t eat me! I can be your slave.”
“Why the fuck would I want a slave as ugly and stupid as you?” he growled. “Your only purpose in life is to be meat to feed me, you dumb cow.”
Isabel’s pussy was soaking wet, and Tim could feel her clenching on his cock over and over. Maybe her body was trying to pleasure him more in a desperate attempt to save itself.
“I’m cuming!” shouted Isabel. “I just keep cumming, you’re so good! Oh, at least keep fucking me for the night, at least let me have that before I die!”
“You make me sick. You’re disgusting trash, I don’t want to have to fuck you for one second more than I have to you whore.”
Isabel arched her back as her continuous orgasm started to tear her apart.
The feeling was building in Tim again, much stronger this time. He was going to fill Isabel to the brim with this.
“You’re my God,” she said, weeping openly now. Her pussy was still clenching, and her pale skin had gone a deep shade of red all over her. “I’ll worship you, I’ll do anything to-”
Tim wrapped both his hands around her throat, cutting off her words. Her face started to go purple as he emptied himself into her, and her eyes went wide as she felt the cum wash in waves into her womb.
Tim let her throat go and pulled out of her. Cum dripped onto the mattress and she wheezed in a few breaths. Her eyes remained unfocused on something in the distance. Her mind was totally fried.
The young incubus was now almost completely satisfied with his plaything, but there was still one important thing he had to do. He felt, rather than knew, that there were a few ways he could finish this. He could’ve made his cock swallow her, but that would leave him with a ball sack full of digested slut and just make him hornier. He looked at her curves. They seemed so juicy and tender, and his mouth started to water. He went to her head, and felt his jaw unhinge. He grabbed the limp slut and placed her head in his mouth.
With starved, desperate gulps, he took his friend down, stopping only briefly at her tits to chew on them for a second. In less than a minute, she was gone, reduced to a bulge in his stomach.
The power that was coursing through Tim faded. He fell exhausted to the ground, and the bulge in his stomach that was Isabel bounced. He looked in horror at what he had done.
“God,” he managed. He had no idea what he had been capable of before he had seen himself do it.
Tim could hear quiet moans of pleasure coming from his gut, but he was now utterly exhausted and incapable of thinking about it. He fell onto his bed and immediately lost consciousness.
The next morning, he woke up. He looked down at his gut; there was nothing there, not even a little bulge. He didn’t even think what happened was real at first, but then he saw the stains of cum on his mattress, the scattered belongings in his living room, and the abandoned coat that Isabel had left. It had really happened. Isabel had been completely metabolized by his starving body. He had really eaten one of his close friends. And she had loved it.
Tim looked at the coat for a while. He figured Isabel might want it back, and decided to return it that afternoon and… maybe thank her?
Eventually, he got on a bus and made his way over to her house, which took a while. He knocked on the door and she answered. Of course, it wasn’t the same Isabel. This was a clone with her memories. But then, so was the one that he digested. He handed her the coat.
She grinned at him. “How was it?”
“It was. Um. Good,” he said, blushing and looking at the ground. He didn’t know what to say. The last time he had seen her face he had been strangling her and cumming into her womb.
Isabel detected his discomfort. “Well,” she said, “if you ever feel like doing something like that again, I might have a friend or two who are interested. As you know, I’m an excellent matchmaker.” She gave him a little wave, and closed the door.
Tim looked down at his stomach. He felt satisfied, relieved of a hunger that had been torturing him for years. One day though, it would build again. Perhaps he would come back to Isabel and take her up on that offer.