Pillow 13 - The red on the Red Bill saloon

(Woman into demon-TG)*

Welcome back to the saloon, the Red Bill Saloon.

A simple establishment where you can eat, drink and have fun.

Maybe throw a party, meet with your pals, or just take a break from the  path of your long road trip.

Placed at the side of a busy road, often situated just right outside of the farming town of Knoxville, near to the sea. That may not sound right to you, but it is.

In the same way that there maybe or maybe isn’t a Red Bill Saloon in your town or the same you may have even come across such a place in your own comings and goings around the world.

Don’t worry, it’s normal, because such places are both in many places and none simultaneously.

A rift forming a crossroad.

Buildings built between the towers of infinity layers of reality are in one place and in many both at the same time. That doesn’t make it a worse place than any other, those with a keen eye for those sort of things may have noticed it, maybe even exploit the unique properties that those peculiar oddities on the map possess, but for you, the most probably normal person reading this, it will just be another stop on the side of the road like any other.

You’re perfectly safe going in there and spending some time, you may not even notice if something... outside of the usual occurs while you are there, it may be an experience of panic or pleasure, most likely both, but the memories will not linger for long in your fading memory.

Not even if you work there or are one of the usual clientele.

So don’t worry yourself about that nibbling sensation at the back of your brain, get a cold drink and have a good time. Maybe you could cheer on any valiant fella that takes on the challenge of the mechanical bull.

Just don’t try it yourself.

Unless you are particularly bold or consider yourself very lucky.

That may be the most important trait required to visit a rift in the layers, not boldness, but luck. That’s why you aren’t in danger if you explore one, because you don’t need exceptional luck, just the average luck of the average person.

You would have to be coerced by some external force or be particularly unlucky for something extravagant to happen to you in a rift.

To poor Minji’s disgrace she happened to be particularly unlucky in that regard.

Not in any other way though, she was lucky both in her profession and her looks. A petite big breasted Korean young woman with long dark hair, fair skin and juicy breasts who worked as an internet model.

Her job was going well, she was earning good money and was starting to build her fame.

She was also lucky in matters of sex, that evening, at the long bar of the Red Bill Saloon, Minji was giggling and passionately kissing a hot himbo.

They were having the time of their lives... when Minji’s navel began to tingle...

Minji tried to play it cool, and not deviate from the tender kiss she was sharing with that hunk. They licked and sucked and bit, but the tingle only grew worse and worse.

Her eyelids jumped open, the man’s lips muffled her groan of pain.

“Hmmmmmmnnnnng!”

Despite how much she was enjoying it, she pushed the hot guy away. Leaning back against the counter she coughed, grabbing her side and leaned forward.

The man scratched his head, confused.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked the struggling woman.

“No...!” gasped Minji before groaning again.

“Are... Are you okay?”

“NO!”

A hot wave was pulsating from Minji’s navel, extending across her belly, she gasped and cursed and lifted her shirt. Her eyelids opened even more, around her navel her skin had turned a vivid red, as if she didn’t have skin.

“Auch!” she burned her finger when she touched her red skin. “What’s this?!”

The guy’s confusion was turning to worry.

“I... I don’t...” he mumbled, watching that intense redness, his eyes were lost in the center of that navel, it was a void - dark, spinning... sucking... like... some kind of door... he saw a wasteland and flames...he shook his head. “An allergy or something?” he just about managed to say.

“What?” panicked Minji. “I don’t have allergies! Oh, oh, hell!” the fiery red skin was expanding from her navel. “Stop! Stop!”

Nobody nearby seemed to notice or even be interested in the poor girl’s struggle.

She pulled at her shirt, her nipples, which were already hard before whatever was happening to her body had begun, were now stiffened to their max. Inside her underwear, warm and moist, her vagina’s flesh seemed to be fluctuating.

And she just seemed to be getting hotter by the second, hotter than a furnace.

It remained so hot it burned when she put both hands on her belly because her firm belly had begun to inflate.

“FUCK ME!” she cried.

“Is that steam?!” the guy asked.

Indeed, every time Minji gasped or moaned, a cloud of white vapour seemed to come out of her mouth.

“Aaaahh...! Aaaaaaaaaah...!” her belly felt heavy in her hands, swollen, the skin tense and taut. “What’s going to happen to me...?!” she shouted, terrified.

Her hook-up lover could only shake his head, watching the woman change in a bizarre and seemingly impossible way. The woman could vividly feel her organs painfully shifting beneath the skin of her belly, her stomach making terrifying growls as the changes ramped up in intensity.

“Fuck me...!”

Minji could feel it, something was taking her over, something claiming her flesh and the very essence of who she was... something that was going to...

“YAAAAAAAAGH!”

With a pelvic thrust and a groan of pain the sound of her jeans ripping was followed up by the view of a large red cock. A monstrously sized penis that made the guy standing by side feel impotent and inadequate.

“Nooooooo! Noooooooo! No a cock!” Minji cried. “Not a fucking cock!” there were tears in her eyes as the horror progressed. “Give me my body back!”

With balls hanging, skin reddening, muscles growing.

There was no respite from the internal shifting as the darkness in her navel swirled. Clothes continued being ripped as she began to tower over her lover. Now big, muscular and becoming an increasingly glowing red.

Horns began to sprout from her forehead, a tail began to swing in her reshaping ass, hooves came out of her shoes.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!”

As her nails turned to claws she grabbed her cock and began to pump that manly hardon between her swollen legs. She cried and cursed, her teeth sharpening.

Another painful groan.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Another bursting motion as her breasts ripped out of the rags that were all that remained of her blouse.

Her plentiful boobs dangled helplessly, reddened and with their nipples hard, the skin tensing further. Minji cried, bit her lips. With another burst and a crack of her ribs those same breasts were destroyed and reformed into muscular abs.

The guy had quickly moved backwards several steps as Minj’s horned shadow covered him. The red devil creature with the crying face of an angel looked down at him.

“Help me!” begged Minji’s face on top of that muscular neck. “HELP ME!”

Nothing could save her, she squinted her eyes and clenched her teeth.

A roar.

“GROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

The demon cock came on the floor, a splash of thick, greenish sperm, as the orgasms overflowed that body Minji’s beauty was finally torn away. Her cute face expanded, losing his soft roundness as it was replaced by stiff squareness.

Long black hair and black lips.

Down between his legs the powerful hand gave a few last strokes of his leaking cock. The demon opened his eyes, smirked, he inspected his hand, his long arm, the body he had just claimed for himself. No trace left of the woman at all.

He chuckled, the air sparkled, the dark portal in his navel spun.

With a flash the hellspawn seemed to collapse inside his own navel, the rag’s of Minji’s clothes burned away.

And just like that it was done.

Nobody in the Red Bill Saloon seemed to have noticed that demonic occurrence, apart from the guy standing in that corner, his mouth still open as he tried to understand what he had just witnessed.

A beautiful young woman suddenly turning into a towering muscular incubus.

How...? Why...?

But just like the changes had ended the memory flowed out of his mind before any rationalization could try and be made of the irrational.

He frowned, scratched his head.

“I need a drink...”

The man was about to leave the corner, when the door to hell opened once more. A red claw grabbed his crotch and before he could scream he was dragged to the other side in an instant as his cloth burned. It lasted an instant, the opening, the dragging and the closing, and then that corner of the saloon was left back in calm.

On that floor, on a pile of ashes, rested a pair of burned panties.