Penelope was a quiet women. She rarely took part in group activities and always had her nose in one book or another. She took a job at an old used book store to make money part time, leading to full time, kids, and before she knew it she had been working there for almost 20 years. One day, late in the evening, she was processing today's intake when she comes across a strange book. The tome was bound in leather and cloth and came with its own lock and key. Being an avid book reader, the rather distinct presentation of this book caught her interest. Using the key hanging from the book, she unlocked it to browse its contents.
Though she couldn't quite discern the odd text in the book, she somehow sensed it was the diary of a succubus and could feel what the book was stating. Loving the fantasy genre, she devoured the sordid entries of the text. One of the first entries Penelope read though was some entry about how the Succubus could use magic to arouse its victim. She started to feel flush as she read though it. She was so absorbed in the book that she didn't pay it much thought as her nipples stiffened and she started to squirm in her seat.
Next was an entry on a miniaturization spell. The tome described how the succubus was able to shrink her victims to the size of toddlers as she drained their lifeforces. Penelope's heart was now pounding. The vivid descriptions of shrinking and sex had her flustered. kicking off her pants and rubbing her clitorus . It was only a few seconds before she realized she was now laying on the intake counter chair the size of a toddler playing with herself in an over-sized shirt and bra.
Story by the patron.