Turning Tables p4 (Patreon)

The illusion is dispersed with more of a THUD than a POP as the former cow-kitsune hybrid finally loses their balance and lands on their jiggling rear. Former is certainly the operative word - their skunkly transformation looked like it had reached its completion, leaving only their horns as any indication that they were anything but the jiggling, bloated adventurer they now are. They had not triumphed over the succubus, they had become her plaything! The gossiping tavern goers are replaced with the tall stone walls of her sanctum and large piles of summoned treats...