Suddenly A Succubus

Although feeding on Vee hadn’t fully replenished Amara’s strength, she still had enough to make it through her classes without her prior haze of exhaustion. She paid attention as best she could, but every time she started getting invested in her studies, a pang in her stomach pulled her focus back to her needs.

Today wasn’t a concern. Tomorrow would be rough, but doable. Amara’s real concern was that she would face another three or four days without feeding, and that Vee might be in a similar state. This fear kept her distracted for most of her last class. Instead of focusing on her marketing lecture, she instead racked her brain for possible ways to get a bunch of strangers horny enough to feed on without making a scene.

I could try to find a party, but it’s only Thursday. Even if I succeed, it would probably be something chill. Plus, Vee and I were already planning on hanging out tonight.

Sunbathing? No, it’s the middle of winter.

We have a pool, don’t we? Ugh, but even if I go there, the chances of having a bunch of people willing to perv on me is slim.

Wait, the gym! That’s perfect! I need to start going anyways!

Amara fought the urge to jump for joy in the middle of class. With a potential answer to her problem, she instead turned her attention back to the teacher for the remainder of classes, taking notes of her homework before running out the classroom door the instant class ended.

Thankfully, Amara’s apartment was partially on the way to the Athletic Center. As frustrating as it was that she couldn’t go straight to the gym, she needed to keep up the appearance that she was a regular college student. If anyone saw her slip into a bathroom, then exit minutes later with a completely different outfit and a gym bag, they might get suspicious. If nothing else, her backpack wasn’t an illusion, so stopping home gave her a chance to drop it off and help sell the facade.

Inside her room, she stood in front of her full-length mirror and began cycling through outfit ideas. As fun as it would be to work out in nothing but a bikini, doing so would probably end up drawing the wrong kind of attention. No, she needed an outfit with plausible deniability.

First, she summoned a pair of tight black leggings, ones that scrunched in the back to show off the generous curvature of her ass. As good as they looked on her, they didn’t quite scream for attention the way she wanted. With another burst of hellfire, her leggings transformed into athletic booty shorts. She gave them a rich, vermilion hue and made sure to keep the butt-scrunch; no sense in doing away with one of the greatest inventions in clothing history.

Now mostly happy with her bottoms, she then manifested a matching sports bra. It took several minutes of tinkering to find the perfect mix of slutty and practical, but in the end she had something moderately supportive with a generous amount of cleavage on display. She took one last look in the mirror, then grumbled in frustration.

It’s missing something. But what?

One final idea flashed through her thoughts, and Amara pulled the outfit together with one more addition. A wave of hellfire cascaded over her shorts, at first glance altering nothing about them. However, after turning around to check out her ass in the mirror, she found exactly what she was looking for. She’d made the material slightly thinner, and while casual onlookers wouldn’t notice anything, dedicated pervs would quickly realize that her skimpy black thong was visible through the fabric.

Her outfit perfected, she manifested a gym bag and a comfortable outer layer of sweats. Even though she was incapable of feeling cold, every little bit of realism helped sell the illusion. She sent a quick text to Vee, telling her she’d be at the gym for a bit, then headed out.

After a short walk across campus, during which Amara paid close attention to anyone else that might be making their way to the gym, she finally arrived. The massive building was made almost entirely of windows, and as she approached the main entrance, she faintly remembered some of Nick’s words as he explained the many intricacies of this building to her. If memory served, he’d been here yesterday with a bunch of his friends, and he’d set a new personal record on the climbing wall.

Amara actually passed by the wall on her way to the gym, and briefly considered giving it a shot, but ultimately decided against it. For one thing, climbing was completely pointless to someone with gorgeous, breathtaking wings such as hers, but she also needed to be surrounded by as many people as possible for her feeding plan to work.

Instead, she quickly made her way to the main gym. It sat in a back corner of the building next to the locker rooms, with plenty of windows letting in natural light just like the rest of the building. There, Amara found a massive collection of workout machines: bikes, treadmills, barbells, free weights, benches, squat racks, and a dozen other things that Amara didn’t quite remember the names of. She took a minute to familiarize herself with the space, and was immensely pleased with what she saw.

A healthy collection of students were here already, and a fair number of them were guys. Even better, many of the cardio machines were facing similar directions, so it would likely be pretty easy to get eyes on her.

Okay, I’ve worked out before, right? I just have to make this look believable. I should start with cardio, and then from there I’ll play it by ear.

As Amara’s workout clothes were ready to go under her sweats, she had no need to change in the locker room. In fact, this was all part of her master plan. While she needed to get herself a locker for her bag, or at least pretend to, there was no reason she couldn’t start her show now.

She began by walking over to the back wall, yet another structure mostly made of windows, and approached a water fountain. This particular fountain also refilled water bottles, so Amara opened her gym bag, manifested a water bottle, and filled it up. Once finished, she set it down and lazily stretched her arms over her head, behind her back, then side to side. She hoped the movement would draw people’s attention, but there was only one way to tell.

After her initial stretch, she crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt, pulling it off in one clean move. She then grabbed her pants and leaned forward, making sure to stick her ass out as far as possible so everyone could see her shimmy out of her clothes. Sure enough, she found a couple flickers of excitement around the gym as she exposed her dark legs and thin booty shorts, though nothing potent enough to feed on. Still, it was nice to have proof that this plan had potential. After a quick visit to the locker room, during which she dismissed her gym bag the instant it was safely inside a locker, she returned to the gym and walked over to a treadmill.

Thankfully, as if the gym had been constructed with her in mind, most of the treadmills were against the back wall. While this had likely been done to give runners a lovely view of the campus, there was no denying it also gave exercising students a lovely view of her voluptuous backside.

Hopping on the machine, she punched the quick start option and started jogging. Not only was this a great way to get eyes on her, but it also made it easy not to accidentally show off her immense demonic physicality. All she had to do was keep pace with the machine, and the built-in technology would ensure she ran at a reasonable pace.

The treadmill proved to be a great warm up, though not in the intended manner. As Amara’s body was fueled by hellfire, and able to change shape at will, she was capable of performing any physical task she wanted without hesitation. Instead, she used the time to look around and study how everyone else was working out. She scoped out different weight racks, taking mental notes of which lifts seemed to be giving seasoned weightlifters more difficulty. She subtly watched other women that had bodies roughly similar to her own, and memorized how difficult they found various exercises around the gym. Lastly, she paid close attention to the various guys on machines behind her; both which ones had the strongest auras, and which ones were paying the most attention to her.

Halfway through her warm-up, she turned around. Grabbing the handles of the treadmill tight, she began walking backwards at a slower speed, taking the opportunity to show off her impressive cleavage. It took several minutes of subtle experimentation, but eventually she found a speed that allowed her to bounce her breasts up and down with each step, which quite a few guys heartily appreciated. She even accentuated her efforts by taking a swig of water, making sure to let a few drops slide down her chest.

By the end, she felt she had a solid picture of which guys in the gym were Team Ass and which were Team Titties. With all that information in mind, she picked her first few workouts to appeal to as many guys as she could. Due to Team Ass winning by a considerable amount, she started with a series of glute exercises. At each machine, she took great care to adjust her form in a manner that showed off her luscious backside. On several occasions, she was rewarded with small bursts of increased arousal, likely due to guys around the gym realizing her shorts were partially transparent. Her favorite machine was one that had her lying down with her ass high in the air, especially once she discovered the best way to make herself jiggle with each repetition.

Amara spent roughly half an hour on the machines when she decided she needed more. A few onlookers were horny enough to feed on, but she suspected she needed a more targeted approach to get what she needed. To rectify this, she turned her attention to a pair of guys spotting each other near the free weights. Their auras showed healthy signs of attraction, and they were close enough to the squat rack to make her request believable.

Approaching them, Amara admitted that she was somewhat new to working out, and was hoping for some pointers. The machines made perfect sense, but she didn’t know what proper form would look like while doing proper barbell squats.

Both guys were, predictably, more than happy to help. They showed her the best way to prepare a barbell, where to store weights, and stressed the importance of using clamps to keep the weights steady. She made sure to ask them both for example squats before starting, which gave her the perfect opportunity to compliment them and fluster them even further.

Amara’s turn on the weight rack gave her the extra arousal she was looking for. She made sure her body looked picture perfect on every squat, and even jumped around in excitement as she finished her first set, giving her new friends big hugs to give them an excuse to touch her. On subsequent sets, she asked for more physical guidance, giving them permission to place a hand on her upper hamstrings to judge if she had proper form. Of course, this meant their hands were dangerously close to her ass, and she eagerly reaped the rewards as their auras swelled even further.

As time wore on, it became increasingly necessary to feign exhaustion. While this had the added benefit of giving her an excuse to make her body glisten with fresh sweat, it also meant she needed to stop exercising lest anyone grow suspicious. She gave out one last round of hugs to her new friends, then left with a suggestive comment about how desperately she wanted to get out of these clothes.

Returning to the locker room, she was pleased to discover that her inner hellfire burned with a much healthier glow than it had even a few hours prior. Her little workout experiment certainly wasn’t a permanent fix, and she would likely need to think of another scheme tomorrow, but this was a promising start.