Maybe a Bit... #3
#3 of Thank God I'm Not Baptist
Number Three, sorry theyre so short but so it goes! hehe! love yall, please submit suggestions for the story-- dont want to soudn like too much of a favorites whore but the person who favorites, watches, and votes the most gets the final say on what kinky stuff happens next chapter! (ill make it much longer, I just wanted to set the story up) love you fuzzbutts, cant wait for feedback!
I had never woken up with this kind of hangover.
I looked to my side, andI saw Brady, my best frieng, nursing on a horsecock that I could not fathom.
I screamed, which caused him to tighten his mouth around my prick.
"Master?" he moaned.
My cock lurched at the word and spurted a mouthful of pre into his face.
"What's wrong?" Brady moaned as he nuzzled my cockhead.
"I- I cant--," I started before I felt the voice in my head again.
'Whats wrong, my sweet child?'
You changed me! You took me from myself and perverted me!, I screamed back.
'No, no... I made you better... I made him lust for you.'
No! You made me a freak! You made me a monster, and you made him...
'What?'
YOU MADE HIM A WHORE! I wanted him to love me, not... this!
'Just wait....' the voice trailed off.
I woke up to a throbbing in my head. It hurt. It hurt like hell.
I looked down at my body. The demon was slowly but surely taking over.
Red scales, black flesh, red eyes... Gods, I was so far fucking gone.
'Do you... hehe... want to make a deal, Nate?'
Her words sounded as if crafted from poison.
"NO!" I shouted, "Give me Brady back!" I continued to wail, "He's all I ever wanted, dont take him from me!"
'You can have him,' the sweet voice replied-- 'you already took him. You dont remember? You ate his soul...'
My heart sunk. Had I? What could I do?
I couldn't deal with the pain... I hid from it. Over the next few weeks, the demon inside me continued to change me.
The worst was growing breasts. The demon laughed at me. She enjoyed watching me struggle with their new weight and uncomfortablness.
Almost worse than that was the vagina... or maybe the womb was worse. I felt like I needed to be bred every fucking day. I missed Brady. His cock... well, his cock could scratch that itch... oh, lords, did I need it.
But, no. Stay... strong.
'You ate Brady's soul, you slut,' the demon mocked me as I wept, 'Surely you didnt love him that much if you could damn him'
"NO! I loved him, and you... YOU MADE ME KILL HIM!"
'He's not dead... just dumb,' the demon giggled before an approximation of Brady crawled out from behind her. The kobold tried to lick my feminine slit but I swatted him away.
"He wasnt supposed to be like this! You said you would give me power! Strength! Not that you would prostrate my friends like this..." I wailed as I began to sob.
'Well... you cant give a soul back, but you can... corrupt whats left...'
I wanted to cry. "Fuck you!," I screamed.
'He'll have to do that,' the demon giggled before evaporating.
Gods, I was losing my mind as well as my body... bright red scales covered my body... enormous mammaries adorned my chest... and a fragrant draconic pussy graced my legs, just underneath the most intimidating equine phallus that had ever been seen. It was fucking titanic, and as gross as it was... Gods, did it make me hot.
I wouldnt be able to hide it, not ever... but something about that fact just made me hotter... and harder... Just thinking about it I felt my titanic cock spurt into the underside of my skirt... so shameful... but it made me wet just thinking about it.
Just as I was about to cum I grabbed Brady's mouth, already pushing into a lupine muzzle, and jammed it around my spurting cock.
He slurped it eagerly, making me look sexually restrained by comparison... Oh, Gods was it hot... I practically melted.