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Supernatural Transformation

Fetish Extreme

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cheeseguy3412

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The tiger sighed, perched at the dining room table, though it didn't really feel like "her" house at all, not as yet. It was strange for Gale to be there, the sense of emptiness swallowing her up, the house more of a lodge somewhere between a family home and a gamekeeper's cottage than a house that she would ever have considered actually living in herself, the windows rattling where they no longer fit securely into their frames and the floorboards creaking when Gale moved.

She poured over the contract again, but she had signed it and taken her chance, even if she did not believe it true, studying it with the slits of her feline pupils, tail swinging lazily around the legs of the chair. The house had been left to the last female descendent of her family before the turn of the millennium...why ever that was...by some great grandmother of hers. Gale frowned. What was that - seven generations back with all the "greats" in there?

"But why leave it to me?"

The empty room had no answer for her, her belongings appearing too small for the aged grandeur of the property that, for its age, was still kept in good condition. Apparently the estate management company that had kept it for so many years had renovated it every ten years or so, though there were still a few things that slipped through the gaps: it was not as if the floors or windows, of course, were going to be replaced every ten years when there was nobody living there and that was something they had assured her could be done in line with the original contract as soon as she made a decision on what she wanted. Gale didn't even have to pay for it.

Yet the house was isolated, down a long, dark driveway with a gated entrance, a heavily wooded park surrounding it so that it appeared entirely cut off from civilisation. It had everything she needed there except for company and, when she had taken the time to attempt to speak to the nearest neighbours about it, not letting on that she was the one who would be moving in from her dinky apartment that cost too much anyway, they had shrugged her off.

"Always feel like I'm being watched up there, just going past the gates," the mouse had said, wringing her paws and eyeing up Gale distrustfully. "It's a strange place... What do you want with it?"

Gale had made up some excuse, some college project, though she was a few years past that. Her interest in curiosities and research, however, had not faded, which was perhaps just one of the reasons that she had been drawn there, eventually, ensuring that all the paperwork was in as good nick as possible with her lawyer first. She didn't want to be caught out, after all...

Gale sighed. There was no sense in pondering and wondering what was going on, especially not on her first night there, the living room light anything but comforting. It was too bright, too glaring, for its surrounding and she only had the stomach for a light meal before retreating to her bedroom and a moderately old-fashioned four-poster bed that still held an air of grandeur around it. It was comfortable enough with a modern mattress, however, that she sank into it in no time, hardly able to believe her strange kind of luck in finding a place to live that, at the very least, meant that her savings would last for a good number of years while she amused herself. In that way, she had time and space to work out just what she wanted to do with her life, which was all that any young femfur so often needed, even with the troubles of the world pressing in so urgently around them.

It was not a huge home by the standards of detached homes that she knew of in more affluent families and friends but it would do for her, more than she needed. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier as she snuggled under the strange sheets that she was sure would become more comfortable and familiar in time, she slipped into a light, fitful slumber.

Those that had said they were being watched in the property, however... They would not have been wrong.

The sentinel stirred. Gale tossed in sleep, the first rays of dawn cutting across to the bed where the curtains had not been drawn the night before. The tigress rubbed her eyes, yawning widely with a stretch that was inherently feline in nature, her blonde hair falling across her face as she grumbled and pushed it back out of the way.

But something was different - just the one thing. It could not be missed, however, the massive, bound tome sitting on the desk in her bedroom, though she was not sure why she'd set up the desk there when she had enough space to have her own office or study room in the house too. She gave a strangely strangled cry as she jumped up, tangled in the unfamiliar bed sheets, fighting her way through to get to the book, fingerprints darkening the surface where something, or someone, had placed it there.

"What in all hell..."

Gale trailed off. There was no one there to answer her, as much as her heart pounded. But the dust-covered hardback with a finely carved cover told a tale as old as time, surely over five-hundred years old at the very least. Gale gulped, leaning in, hardly daring to touch it, not yet. For it held more secrets than even her research, so far, had illuminated her mind.

It wasn't just a book... It was a Grimoire. And that very fact should have terrified her more than it excited her, sending her heart turning over, mind darting to the books she had brought with her, books on magic, strange happenings, things that the world passed over without evidence. Yet she had studied and dug into that side of the world, delving into the passions of history and, her personal penchant, transformation, fingers reverently tracing the cover.

Maybe it had been left to her by her relative. She brushed away any worry. Either way, she would investigate it.

"Goodness..."

She forwent breakfast, too keen to see what secrets the book held to wait. Setting it up on the desk, she only dressed herself lightly for the day, pouring over it, the script inside from another time and age but still in a language that she could understand. Old Magic. Olden Times. There were many names for it as she traced the lines of script with her fingertip, mouthing the words as she sounded them out loud and translated them in her head. What was more helpful to her, however, were the notes and additions noted in the margins of the book in Olde English, which, while difficult, was still easier to read, her breath caught in her throat.

It was like stumbling into one of her greatest fantasies, the images sending her heart pumping, lungs so tight that she could barely breathe, hardly snatch a breath. The tiger stilled and stiffened, images of female furs and males alike - some ambiguous or other sexes - with strange, strange body parts catching her eye. If she didn't read the text at all, the descriptions of spells and erotic effects that had her heart pounding and her thighs squeezing a little more tightly together all over again, the images would have told the tale in full regardless.

A succubus leered from the page, a tongue spilling from her long, elongated maw, multiple pairs of breasts on her chest and stomach. That was the most normal of the images as she turned the page, finding a female shape with penises jutting from her shoulders, another with a set of balls and a cock protruding from their throat. Some of the humanoid figures and shapes could not be discerned as either male or female but Gale still kept turning the pages, finding multiple cocks all squeezed from the same sheath, balls so large that they dragged on the ground, everything to weigh down the "poor" victims in innovative and strange ways.

Gale gulped and squirmed. She shouldn't have been as aroused as she was by the book and yet she couldn't stop looking. Maybe her family had had strange interests as far back as her ancestor and that was why such a book had remained her family in such a strange way?

There was no way to tell, not even as she groaned and rubbed between her legs, her thighs spreading to allow her paw inside. As she paged through, reading some descriptions and heating up her prickling skin even more, Gale gulped, the transformations growing increasingly extreme. Not just one or two strange or large body parts anymore and no more simply changes to arms or legs, enlarged tails and the like: the transformation depicted in the old spells would have weighed down a fur into a groaning sex freak if they had been true. She lingered on one near the end of the book with a definite female fur on her back, cocks jutting out of her nipples, multiple protruding from one nipple, all appearing equine-shaped. They were more than large enough to weigh her down, her breasts squashing and flattening under the sheer weight of those cocks.

She turned the pages faster and faster, every change to the images exclusively sexual. Females with huge breasts for their buttocks, seeming to leak milk, large enough to keep them in place until the end of time. Gale's juices flowed, tickling and gleaming on the soft folds of her pussy, paw shoved into her underwear just to feel, just to tease. The humanoids later in the book proved to be differently laden to the extreme with configurations of breasts and cocks especially that would never be normal, whole backs covered with dicks and balls while breasts layered thighs, huge and heaving.

The last pages, however... There, she paused to read. Those were curses, her brow furrowing as she sought to understand just what they could encompass. Some there had their arms or other limbs replaced by breasts, faces a single, huge breast, complete with nipple, the ability to use their senses stripped from them, presumably, by the curse.

Gale had to eat at some point but she spent the entire day pouring through the tome, a notebook beside her to jot down spells and pages that she found particularly interesting. It was a credit to her that she did not take the time to get off, too wrapped up in the book to care about even her own carnal needs, pushing on and on, just wanting to see all that it contained. The book covered basic spells, such as simply changing a target's sex or changing the size or shape of their genitalia, from moderate spells like species changes and vaster attributes to, of course, the extreme transformations and curses that caught her attention the most. Those were something that she could pour over for weeks, an unholy grail of material to feed her fantasies for a lifetime and more.

"The...climax will last...for days..."

She murmured, translating a difficult passage. Did that mean that the size of those balls would render the target climaxing for days literally? She gulped, licking her lips, a tingle shooting through her. Fascinating...

Others for disfiguring and reducing the physical ability in merely living, oh... Oh, she made the most notes there, on those spells especially. Many spells, the curses, were intended to cripple the target with huge sexual organs, whether that was in simple size, placement or the number of them - covering an entire head with cocks and pairs of balls, for examples. The tigress' tail flicked and curled back and forth, moaning softly to herself.

"Ohhh..."

Gale shivered.

"Most Potente Curses... Have Care."

Losing senses to sexual organs, a tongue becoming a cock, more bursting from the cheeks of a fur engaged in a transformation sequence... She squirmed delightedly. It was too much for even her to bear in the delirious delight of it!

She didn't eat that day or get anything that she wanted done, though if she was there to indulge herself, studying her favourite topic in the world was the best thing that she could have imagined doing with all her spare time and money. She slumped over her desk with her paw protectively on the tome, her lusts empowered, wet between the thighs as if she had gotten off many times over, though she could not remember, not even when she woke around noon the following day.

She could have gotten up, could have gone to eat, but it didn't seem to be what she needed in that moment, pouring over the tome, her loose trousers slid down so that she could better feel her pussy, how her thighs pressed in lightly against one another. She squeezed down around nothing, though the rumbling of her stomach grumbled more and more urgently.

Gale sighed. There was still unpacking to do, food to eat, her mind wandering, imagining just how it would be to go about her daily tasks with cocks for fingers. Would they be just as sensitive as a dick? Would they be able to drool cum? Oh, she would have hoped so, though that in itself just made it all the more alluring to wash the dishes. Soapy water flowed between her fingers and she panted heavily, trying to do everything that she needed to as quickly as possible, all to get back to her book, the wonderful Grimoire, trembling with need.

However, there were better things to spend her time on, if she dared, even if she could not expect it to work. As much as she longed for magic to be true, she was not so sure that using it as an explanation, in some of her historical documents, for someone leaving the house and returning as another sex. In the same vein, she did not expect the spells to work even as she stood before the mirror, her chest rising and falling with a little more passion than expected with every breath.

She needed it, needed to try. Just for her own arousal, her fantasies, her naked body beautiful in its striped presentation. She moaned, trying a spell, first of all that was supposed to enlarge a very certain piece of her anatomy. Well, they were out and on show.

"Ohhen simmeratus overon breattits..."

She was sure her pronunciation was terrible, but she saw, in her mind's eyes, her breasts swelling in response to the spell. It was meant to make her breasts grow larger by increments but she wanted to push it on too, her thighs rubbing together, wanting more, unable to think about anything else even in a moment like that.

"Perratus yvonnia havatas curiossion..."

She didn't know what she was saying, only that she had to keep going, following another spell that would give her a male shaft - in the expected place to begin with. Gale shuddered and moaned, fingers trembling so badly that she could barely hold the tome steady, her free paw running over her crotch.

She could feel it swelling, matching the imagined heavy weight of her breasts, how they sagged down, nipples tugging down as if to put themselves even more on show. To have a shaft there, however, was not her fetish and fantasy and she clumsily read out another that would give her larger breasts again still, the moisture between her thighs increasing with every spell.

Gale imagined it all, the swelling of her tits, imagining that the spells were making them large enough to drag her weight forward, hips pushing back instinctively, so deep in the fantasy that she could not extricate herself. One pair was not enough and she rattled off another spell, not caring for how she said it, pointing at her reflection, wanting multiple pairs, all layered down her front.

One after the other, she saw them appearing, though she was not surprised that, of course, nothing had anything more than the imagined effect. The shift of her body was something in her mind's eye only and she didn't actually have huge breasts bigger than her torso, not as she wanted to see them.

But that only meant that she could delve deeper still, a paw occasionally delving between her legs, taking on her transformations in her mind as she moaned and whimpered, hips wider in her mind. Oh, how she so badly wanted it to be real, to have cocks, like in the back pages of the book, sprouting from her hips and thighs, dotted all over her like she was a monster completely and utterly derived of fetishes untold. Before her eyes, her feminine frame shifted in the mirror (just a shift in her weight) and she blinked, wishing that, when she blinked, she would find her buttocks turning into breasts, perhaps even a dick tucked between them.

What about the darker ones? The ones that were sickening even for the curses? She read out one with bated breath that would have transformed her so terribly that she would have every limb covered with breasts, nipples most likely leaking milk too, bulging and weighing her down like a tumour. Yet it would be the most erotic of things ever, a moan rising from her lips, fingers plunging into her sex as she brought herself off to a screaming climax without seemingly any effort at all.

She glanced back, panting, the afterglow fading, needing something more. Gale's skin prickled and crawled but there was still something more, the feeling of being watched, as much as she tried to shake it off. She was alone there, she was sure, grunting and groaning, rushing through yet another spelt hat would have changed her ears into cocks, dangling and heaving, so heavy that they would have dragged her head down to the ground. Nowhere in even the curses was pain, however, noted and she relished in that fantasy of untold pleasure, how it could have rolled through her, if only the magic was real.

Little did she know that she was being watched, the guardian of the property rising, the one who had placed the tome there in the first place. A demoness lingered there, a draconic type with rippling scales layered over her skin, shifting like armour while being a part of her body too. Her jaws were extended in the draconic fashion, intelligence gleaming in sharp, blue eyes, her body humanoid and yet alluring to the male gaze, a narrow waist rising out to sharply flared hips and a wide, swinging tail. Spines rolled down the back of her head all the way down her spine, though the tip of her tail was tapered to a triangular shape.

The succubus watched, the ridges above her eyes raised, head cocked. Gale would not know she was there but the succubus demon barely thought that Gale would have seen her even if she had not cloaked her presence. The spells had called her back to the mortal realm and yet she had never expected to see a mortal writhing on the floor, moaning about how her eyes had become cocks, how breasts were bulging from her face. The tome held all of those spells and more and the succubus-dragon licked her lips curiously as Gale even hugged pillows to her chest, apparently pretending that her body had gained massive, body-destroying tits that would have kept her immobile, regardless of what her mind may have wanted to do.

Someone wanted to be cursed? Her fingers curled around the doorframe, invisible and yet present. Interesting... Shocking but not to such an extent that she would have left Gale alone.

Gale panted and heaved, finishing with a spell that would have had giant horse-shaped cocks sprouting from every orifice, stuffing her maw from the wrong side and even claiming her sight. She groaned out loud, a hot, wet, sticky mess, setting the book aside even though a part of her still longed for it, wanted to hold on for just a little bit longer. A shower was on the cards, if only to make herself feel a little bit more put together again, panting heavily as she practically dragged herself off to take care of that need, a groan rising in the back of her throat.

Late evening brought her back to the bedroom with a full stomach, skin crawling as if she was in heat, her fur tickling. There were too many sensations at play, even if she was wearing her night clothes, her pyjamas, too close and pressing in on her body as she squirmed. The mirror called her, bare paws treading carefully, the tome in her paws before she realised just what it was that she was doing.

She'd spend the evening there, before the mirror, casting spells and fantasising, but there would still be further delights to come. Gale still didn't know that she'd awakened the succubus of the Grimoire, well and truly, that her tail flicking was followed with ever-watching eyes. And the succubus was so very interested in just what Gale would do.

That time, Gale flipped to the curses straight away. Why wait when she knew what she wanted already? She knew they would not work but the fantasy of undergoing such an extreme transformation was enough for her to rock her hips, wanting to get off already even without her fingers to stimulate herself.

"Invertus sinossj chessret nivvee garagarth..."

That spell would have given her breasts, so many additional pairs, that no shirt or even a cloak (if she wanted to go that way), would have covered them, bulging forward and forcing her to adjust her stance and balance. Those would have still been able to carry, however, though she would have waddled with the sheer shocking weight of them.

She paused. Could she? Well, it wouldn't work, even as she moaned and rolled her hips, incanting another spell that would have blinded its target slowly.

"Yesss..."

She felt it, imagining it, cocks slowly growing over her eyes as they sealed in her fantasy, sprouting into equine dicks and swelling more and more. Gale's head tipped as if she was really carrying them on her face, eyes closed, moaning out loud through her orgasm, not even touching her pussy or her clit to get off.

Another. She had to push it. The tigress imagined the balls from those eye-dicks hanging heavily onto her face, bouncing off her cheeks, everything out of her control, the imagined transformations permanent. Oh, she wanted more, thinking of just how it would be to say another spell from the book, fumbling with the words, her legs transforming into shocking monstrosities of huge equine cocks, complete with dripping flares and medial rings, her toes gone, unable to walk, only squirm as she was forced through climax after explosive climax.

The succubus shook her head. The mortal clearly knew what the curses she was speaking out loud were for but...that she was trying to perform them on herself did not make any sense at all, not to her. But she clearly was, one after the other, her lust palatable in the air, a force that the succubus' tongue flickered out to taste, her book having some use, even if a strange one, at long last.

It had been hers, before. A deal with the ancestor of the tiger before her had transferred ownership, even though the book proved to be essentially useless to mortals as magic seeped from the land. The succubus' eyes gleamed, leaning in, watching intently, a disembodied force hovering with no discernible form.

Maybe she could acquire it back with another deal... The succubus chuckled, Gale's head turning, but she was too caught up in pleasure to pay attention to her hackles rising. A bit of fun first, however, would suit her quite nicely after her many, many years of rest, waiting in the house for the right ancestor to come along.

Gale panted and heaved, her fur damp with sweat and sticking up in all directions, blonde hair flipping into her face. One more. She had another spell lined up for disfigurement, one with plenty of notes in the margins that excited her even more. Just what did those mean that such detail had been added? It would cause, in theory, many, many equine shafts to burst from her face and her neck, more so than she had even fantasised coming about from her eyes, rendering the "victim" insatiable, face bulging with sacks and round balls within, impossible to hide as they climaxed, one after the other, for all of eternity.

Her eyes would be left, in that case, and that was one more lure for her, being able to see what a sexual monster she had turned into, mewling and licking her lips in anticipation.

"Caracus simmeratu tenne plerofha breinm..."

She tipped her head back, warmth enveloping her head and neck, although she thought it was just a blush at first. The itching too, she could put down to something else, though Gale's gasp was entirely natural as she cried out, fur bristling free of her face, the bare skin sensitive, too sensitive, as her paws flew up to her face.

There was something wrong, something very wrong, her skin pulsing as if her heart was beating in all the wrong places, pulse points coming out through her skin. Her face itched terribly and yet it was not a bad sensation, heat building, rising, need coming up thick and fast even though it was no longer even something that was constrained to her nether regions.

The tiger dropped the tome where it had been dangling from one hard cover, eyes wide, straining, grabbing at her muzzle. What the hell? Her muzzle was...lumpy? Her whiskers quivered, one dropping out, the skin underneath seeming to rise up to meet her fingers, her neck in the same state, overly sensitive and so much so that she wanted to keep brushing her throat with her fingers. It didn't make sense, panting and heaving, the word "no" going around and around her head, though so much denial would only get her so far.

She could feel them! They were coming, for real that time! Horrifying, terrifying reality, cocks bubbling forth, skin pushing out, bulging with what could only be penises, her mind frenzied. She crashed to her knees, screaming in terror, heart pounding, trying to force them back in, the bloating, bubbling sensation of her skin reshaping itself beyond anything that she could have ever imagined. And yet there was pleasure there too without any semblance of pain, cocks pushing from her neck, easing out.

Yet the panic could not last as the minutes passed, pleasure overcoming her, not knowing that her watcher was the cause of a spell actually coming to sweet fruition. She howled and moaned, lips parting, cocks even sprouting from her lips, flesh bulging out and out and out, though she still had some kind of grip on reality, able to feel and see, her vision swiftly being filled. The transformation, not as she would have expected, was not instant, though she wriggled and squirmed, panic softening to allow in arousal, moans slipping from her lips.

"Yes... Oh..."

Nothing, it seemed, could face up to the passion of such arousal, after all that, and Gale grunted and groaned, not even needing to touch the growing lengths of horse cocks as they swelled forth. Inch by inch, they slowly reached their full lengths, even the sensation of air tickling them too much for Gale to bear.

Yet orgasm would come one at a time.

She moaned as the first jetted a load, the balls hanging heavily but not seeming to deplete in the slightest. They all had to cum, one after the other, her hips rocking and grinding even though it was the shafts on her head and neck that took precedence. She didn't even have one at her crotch, giggling at the craziness of it all, though fear would have coursed through her if not for the part of the spell, of course, that rendered her completely and utterly aroused beyond belief.

"Mmm... Oh my god..."

Gale could not help herself, moaning and twisting, painting the mirror with cum, the cocks huge and tipping her head heavily to the side, cocks bobbing and bumping into one another. She could feel every edge of them, every line and every curve, the thick rods of flesh wanting something even then. Balls hung into her eyes, soft, full sacks, and she grunted thickly, lashing what she could with her tongue, one shaft on her neck powering out a thick load of seed to mark the sheets of her bed.

Her head turned, though she could not pause, the cocks softening the moment after they climaxed - yet hardening again just as quickly. They barely remained soft after getting off for a few second at a time before they were ejaculating all over again, spilling their loads out more and more, her moans rising. She had to grope them, stroke them, fingers folding around what they could of their hot lengths, lusting so wonderfully for how they throbbed. She'd never felt that before, being female, the ache in the balls, so many sensations fumbling over one another, striving for precedence.

Her arousal took charge, making her groan out loud, her shafts growing, the tips flaring when they came, though she could barely see anything at all with the balls hanging over her eyes, dropping onto her mouth. There was no cock in her mouth, which was almost a shame, though there was a particularly hard and heavy one dangling from her upper lip, rendering talking impossible while she grunted and whimpered, tail lashing with inherent pleasure.

Gale tried to roll her head, the strain in the back of her neck impossible to ease with so many dicks tipping and turning her head back and forth. She was prey to them, the tiger caught at long last, cum splattering down her face as it dripped and drooled, one of the ones protruding obviously from her neck shooting a heady load down the mirror as if she was actively cumming over herself. For the time being, her reflection would have to do.

Perpetually aroused, it didn't end. Nothing ended, the sagging sacks hanging over her face rapidly refilling, though they never truly gave any difference in their weight at all. They were there to seed and let the flow of heady cum spill forth again and again, trickling down her face, soaking into her fur, leaving her messy and dirty, even though she could do nothing about it.

"Having fun there?"

The cat turned her head sharply, making those cocks bob and jiggle, swaying under their own weight. Who said that? Her heart raced, pounding out through her chest, though she could barely see the dark shape hanging over her, the wings spread, a hiss lancing through the air as if Gale herself had become a target in a moment that she did not understand.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

"I'm right here, darling."

The succubus smirked, less than tenderly brushing the cocks out of Gale's eyes, the cat's eyes bulging, blinking rapidly, though she could not so easily keep the stream of ongoing seed out of her eyes. Directing the spurts away from her (all the more for Gale), the dragon-demon grinned in a flash of dark teeth glistening with saliva, enjoying the moment of revelation, showing herself to Gale while the balance of power in the room changed.

The tigress tried to pull away but the succubus' paw on her cock - cocks - felt too good, she had to stay there. Yet fear chilled her, sending an ache like nothing else through the pit of her stomach, a moan rising from her lips, conflicting sensations and emotions bashing into one another. Her tail twisted back and forth and she tried to pull away yet again even if she could not, words fumbling and tumbling from her lips, though the cock bulging from her upper one, at the very least, made enunciating her words clearly more difficult than ever.

"Who are you?" She tried to say slowly and clearly, gritting her teeth against the onslaught of pleasure, lungs tight, tail stiff and laying down over her backside. "Why are you here? What...are you?"

Her questions came more slowly than they would have if the words that she wanted to say had been more freely able to spill from her lips but she could only do what she could do in the moment. The succubus laughed in her face and flicked the cock bulging from her lip, earning herself a groan from Gale as she ejaculated, yet again, from that shaft, the drooping length forcing her to part her lips, tongue playing out against the dangling balls.

"I am tied to the Grimoire, my dear, and it was your attempt at speaking the spells of change that called me forth again. It seems that, finally, dear old Gereth's contract with me has come to an end and the book was to be released to its new owner. Though I cannot say that I ever expected someone here to actually try to speak the spells... Did you even know that it was yourself that would be the subject of those curses if they were made real? Well, I helped out with the last one, of course. I thought my power might assist in showing you just what those really do. Do you like it?"

With Gale moaning and ducking her head, tipping forward onto all fours, it was easy for her to monologue, to dominate whatever kind of conversation they may have had between them with her greater knowledge of the tome and all that was contained within it. She could talk and talk as much as she liked, words rolling over one another, a smirk on her lips, pulling them up to show off her sharp fangs. It was not, of course, as if she needed any more reason to be intimidating but that was simply the way of being a succubus.

"See... I think I can help you out here, dear, really, this is something that benefits us both. No, don't talk - there's something in your mouth."

Gale's eyes widened.

"Mmmph! But...nomph!"

The succubus' finger twirled in the air but it was too late for Gale as a shaft wriggled forth in her mouth, from the inside of her lips. It sealed her lips closed with a dangling set of balls heaving outside, swelling and filling out thickly with cum as the shaft growing within her mouth immediately ejaculated. Where she had gotten dribs and drabs of seed into her yearning maw from the many spurting and spilling over shafts sprouting from her face and neck, getting a heady dose straight from the tap, so to speak, was more erotic than ever, her eyes closing, losing herself in the moment as a decidedly equine-shaped cock played out over her tongue. But, as it was not her tongue, she could still wind her tongue around it and rasp, lapping and coaxing even more from the shaft with lewd anticipation.

The succubus smiled.

"That's just a dose of what I can give you, darling...in exchange for transferring back ownership of the Grimoire, of course. But it is of no use to you otherwise while my powers, for whatever reason you seem to want to be cursed, are."

Gale moaned, whimpering as the cock retreating from the perfect place in her mouth, once again allowing her to speak. She wasn't even so sure that she needed words though, hot through and flushing headily with embarrassment, emotion conflicting with arousal as those cocks on her face spurted, another anxiously ejaculating while the succubus-dragon stepped neatly to the side, avoiding the flow.

"Oh, dear, rather pent-up there, aren't you?"

The tiger trembled.

"Mmm... Well... I..."

She shook her head, fumbling with her words, wishing still that there was a cock sealing her mouth shut. She could still feel the sensation of it lingering there, how it had pulled at her sealed lips, tugging at her flesh, how the balls and swung lightly and bounced off her chin. It was strange and yet something that she craved all the same, skin prickling with needy excitement that, despite her current state, could not be denied.

"Spit it out, dear."

"Well..." Gale straightened her back a little, surprised, in a way, to find that she was down on her knees, though it was hard to appear smooth and clean with the shafts bobbing and tugging at her face. "Thank you... Mmm... For bringing my fantasy to life..."

It seemed like the right thing to say even as her stomach twisted with humiliation, naked and splattering in cum. To be seen in such a state should have had her running for something, at the very least, to cover up with, but arousal soothed and softened the edges of that, leaving her with a shaking paw closing around one of those shafts all over again. Pumping the flesh back and forth, fingers sliding tenderly over the medial ring, she grunted thickly in the back of her throat. As it was, she managed to crawl to the bed, dragging a shirt on awkwardly over the cocks, catching and sliding the soft fabric down their lengths, though it must have been worse than trying to get a shirt on with antlers, or so she thought. Getting trousers on was a better task but hard with her lack of sight, the succubus' bark of laughter drawing her back to reality as she tried to make herself appear as presentable as possible.

"Oh... So, this book was yours?"

"Yes, mine and my creation. The tale of how it fell into the paws of your ancestor is not an important one to tell but it is high time that it returned to me."

The dragon's eyes glittered, tipping forward. Although she was naked also, the plates of her scales lay in such a way that she came off as if she was wearing armour rather than expressing her nudity, no nipples to speak of gracing her chest.

"After all...you'll now want to turn back, won't you, dear?" She crooned, trailing a finger along Gale's chin and up over one of the shafts. "This form will not suit you, no... Not to go about your daily life. But I'll do a deal with you, sweet tigress, and let you go back to your normal shape and life if you pass over ownership of the book to me. How does that sound?"

It should have been a no-brainer, a question that Gale did not even have to think about. Yet she paused, licking her lips, eyes shining with lust.

The power of the Grimoire was in her paws or, rather, held in the paws of one who could change her, change her body...do anything to her. It was not a sacrifice of power but a gaining of it that had her moaning and rolling her head, letting the cocks brush up against the mirror, teasing them with an extra dose of sensation. The feel of the cool glass smoothing over the slick flesh was too much for her to bear and three shafts at once let loose their load, her head jerking and bobbing, though the strain aching down the line of her neck too could not be denied.

But there was only one answer that Gale could give, heart pounding, her mouth dry, everything that she knew of the world twisting and turning around her.

In time, maybe she'd understand her decision. Maybe she wouldn't. That would not matter very soon.

"Curse me..." She pointed at the Grimoire, her paw trembling. "I will pass back ownership of the Grimoire to you if you curse me... The spell on page five-hundred-and-eleven."

The succubus' head snapped up.

"What did you just say?"

The tigress quivered. It was almost within her grasp.

"You heard me. Curse me. You've seen what I want - and what would you care whether I end up cursed or not as long as you get the book back? Curse me and the book is yours again."

The succubus paused for a long time, rubbing her knuckles against the line of her jaw.

"Well, well, well, I knew you were kinky but you're one full of surprises, cat. For our short time together, you have been so delightfully entertaining."

"No, not just that spell then." Gale corrected herself swiftly, seizing her chance, the last that she was sure would ever be hers. "More than one...piled on top of each other." She quivered in delicious glee, cum trickling down her muzzle where her tongue swiftly lapped it up. "Do this and the book is yours."

Raising her eyebrows, the succubus sighed heavily.

"Well, you ask for so much but any of the spells here...say, until morning, shall be performed on you, on your wishes, in exchange for the tome. I must say, I'm interested in how far you'll go and your lust is so palatable. Mm... You don't get a feeding like this any day!"

Truthfully, the succubus was more bored than she let on; it would, at least, entertain her for some time and years afterwards to play out Gale's fantasies. The cat squirmed and tried to pull back but her inner battle was not one that, frankly, she was going to win as she panted and licked her lips, the succubus' paw raising to bring her back to her normal sate.

"Ohhh..."

Gale shook her head sadly, loathe to lose the cocks, the itch of fur growing back where the skin sank down and smoothed out not what she wanted, not what she wanted at all. It ached strangely in the loss of them but they had to go to make room for more, whimpering and twisting her head back and forth, paws running up and over her neck and muzzle.

"So..." The demoness perched on a chair, the tip of her tail flicking and one leg crossed over the other. "What can I do for you, dear? Do tell, the clock is ticking until morning."

Gale swallowed hard. It was time but it was harder than she had imagined to get the words out that she needed to as the succubus watched her intently, eyes ever so slightly narrowed.

"Get it out, girl."

"Mmmph..." Gale ducked her head. "I want...cocks for fingers."

The succubus' smirk widened.

"Done."

It was for the succubus, of course, to take charge of what remained, Gale's lips parted as the spell washed over her. The words in the language of magic were more powerful than she could have imagined, but the spell had more to it than simply turning her paws into a flurry of cocks with heavy testicles.

"Just one then, to start..." Gale grunted, her palms swelling, the bloat slow and gradual. "Oooh..."

"Well, nice to see you enjoying it but don't moan too loudly. It disturbs me."

Floating in mid-air, the succubus kicked back as the cat squirmed through her transformation, her fingers slowly losing their fur in a bristle of black and white, her claws aching, the bases tingling. They could not remain while cocks were due to come, falling out, the flesh swelling more and more, from the tip to the knuckle, joint by tedious joint. Gale panted heavily, spreading the fingers of one paw out on the carpet, her dexterity slowly slipping away as every sensation, regardless, increased more and more.

Oh, it was amazing, so very worth it, her mind numb with pleasure, eyeing up the bare flesh of her paws, which could have looked strange to her eye if she had not known what was coming. Her palms bulged out and out in tantamount to her cock-fingers and she grunted softly as they finally fell out into sacks, taking their own weight, making it hard to raise her paws.

That was strange, very strange, but her breath came more easily while bone melted from inside her fingers, her paw itself retaining some sort of cartilage - enough to allow her to hold the weight of them. The tigress' clothed breasts rose and fell sharply, hips rocking, while they became more and more discernible as equine shafts, a medial ring thickening just about where her middle finger joint while have been before. Yet they grew and grew, drooling as they lengthened, much larger and longer than her fingers ever would. To the uneducated, they may have been considered tentacles of a sort but there was nothing that the flat heads could at all be mistaken for, not truly.

"Mmmph... Oh my god... God!"

"No god is here, darling, just me."

The succubus watched, though Gale was too caught up in how they bloated, fat and mottled through with pink and grey, just as she wanted them even though she had not told the succubus that. Maybe she knew or maybe she had already seen how it was that the spells of horse-cocks had interested her the most... Either way, it was harder and harder for her to care as she yowled through orgasm of her own, all of her fully-formed cock-fingers sprouting out of the end of her arms with a heaving, rolling pair of balls for each paw, so large that her wrists were dragged down by them.

"More..." She was shy, she was ashamed, and yet the lust of it all simply could not be denied. "More... Page..." She couldn't remember, so spoke out the spell instead. "The breasts... I want...huge breasts on my abdomen, belly...everywhere. Can you give that to me?"

The succubus smiled.

"Undoubtedly."

Gale grunted as the spell was spoken, warming through, though she did not know from where they would appear first. Her clothes hid what was to happen but, well, that was part of the fun, covered up and still changing, knowing that, in the end, she would burst out of her clothes whether she wanted to or not, exposing her nudity.

Slowly but surely, parted of her body ached and tingled, though there was no fur to fall out that time, except where the nipples poked through first of all. They seemed to want to make themselves known, too sensitive by far as she ran her cock-fingers over her body, moaning and rippling, dribbling of ejaculate drooling from them. But the breasts littered her body in no rhyme or pattern, swelling and growing from just the one hip, a shoulder, the middle of her chest, up over her collarbone, even the side of her neck. It was hard to keep track of them, their weight dragging her to the side as more appeared on her left than her right, heaving and panting, moan after moan rising from her lips as she climaxed through her changes.

"Ohhhh!"

Yet there was nothing she wanted to do to stop things from happening to her, all of the breasts realistically sized and yet at the breaking point of reality: it was a start. It was on the edge of tipping over into extreme territory and she moaned and moaned as she wriggled on her back, the breasts that were too close up under her arms stopping her from lowering her arms as she tested the new range and limits of her body. They were not, to be fair, quite as sensitive as the cocks but rubbing those over her new breasts as they rounded out sweetly and fairly, tugging lightly down with the presentation of gravity.

That was too quick, however, despite how her body was littered with new boobs, the jiggling soft masses of them undeniable and yet appearing to have burst near enough naturally from her. Squeezing them with all the dexterity she felt she still had in her paws, she rubbed her nuts against them, adoring the sensation, inhibitions, strangely, falling away, though they would never disappear entirely. The largest breasts and nipples were on her back, however, more sensitive as they settled into her transformed body, rubbing into the carpet as she wriggled in delight.

"Oh... My legs... Spell seventy-two. The penises..."

The succubus chuckled.

"I've never seen that one before."

It was a slow grind of a transformation for that one but the feline did not want it to be swift. She wanted to feel every moment, her legs aching, weakening, muscle stripped away. No longer even able to wiggle them, she blinked, her clothes growing tight as her joints softened and became shapeless, fur tickling as it fell away. That would only be removed entirely, however, when her clothes came off, though even that was out of her control.

She struggled to stand, panting, a previously athletic cat as her body ached with desire, twisting her head back and forth while she tried to bring her body back under her control. Weak... Did she want that? No, but she wanted the cocks, her thighs thickening, pushing at the seams of her trousers, straining them until they burst and revealed the glorious horse-cocks beneath, smooth grey and teasing the growing flesh all the way down to her ankles and toes.

Toes were not needed, tingling as they sucked back in and her claws dropped off, the tip blossoming into a fat and drooling flare, leaking cum immediately as if it had only just ejaculated.

Gale tried to haul herself upright but never again would she stand while she yowled, climax getting the better of her, the flares twitching and drooling, erotic and yet clumsy, awkward, something that restricted her movement more.

Was she really going to go through with it? All of it?

The nuts, however, had to come at the end, swelling up from her hips like lumps set to burst, pushing tits out of the way to make room for them. They bloomed as she moaned and rolled her head back, jaws agape, the weight of her nuts dropping her to the side while she tried to contain herself. There was so much more to think about as her body changed, wanting more, needing more.

"Ah..." She had to think, which spell she wanted next. "The arms... I want my arms...please... I want them to turn into penises, the balls to stay under my arms... Yes, as the spell pleases."

Gale trembled in place. Was she really going to do it, to ask for that? Her legs gone, stumps and cocks throbbing.

"Do it...as you please."

The succubus raised her eyebrows.

"Who am I to judge?"

She didn't realise quite how quickly it was happening at first, the differing pace of each spell throwing Gale off. She licked her lips, panting softly, her arms shrinking, though she felt the sensation of them growing smaller and smaller before she realised that there was a different in their size.

"Mmmph..." She wriggled her fingers, what was left of them anyway as cock-fingers. "Helpless... Oh, I want to be helpless to this. Will you make me helpless?"

The succubus rolled her eyes but she was there to serve, even if she did not quite understand Gale's inclinations, offering another spell to her.

The tiger shuddered, more conscious of her transformation in that moment as her arms weakened in the same way as her legs had, everything she'd known slipping away, heart pounding. Her lips were left free for the time being even as her arms withered, shrinking, fighting the change against her will. Gale's body knew something was wrong, even then, but they would not become penises like her legs but disappear entirely before rising into glorious rounds of breasts once more. She was left with her cock-fingers, however, which sprouted from her shoulder above the new bosom on each side, wiggling and helpless, bouncing into each another like a nest of cocks on each side. They covered the breasts, flesh settling into place, sensation exploding, tits bulging obscenely out of the sleeves of the T-shirt she'd donned, though it was tighter and tighter, sexual overload coursing through as the seams popped, one stitch after the other.

Her backside was not to be left out, cocks and balls sprouting from her backside, not even allowing her to lie on her back anymore, lumpy in the beginning and swiftly rising to gloriously hot lengths, aching with desire. Her backside, however, was not just to be covered in dicks, the breasts beneath looming, promising more fun in that department, ripping the fabric away from the seat of her trousers, bulging and straining.

"You know these are irreversible, right?"

The succubus chimed in as Gale started, eyes wide, though she knew, even then, that there was no going back. She wanted it too badly, her fantasy and fetishes taking her to a plane outside reality, moaning out loud.

"Yesss... Ahhh!"

She couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, whining through yet another orgasm. It was too much, all too much, fear closing on her heart, though she knew she'd have to go all the way if she was stuck with what she had so far. Squirming, she parted her lips, asking for the last one that would allow her view of the world.

"Make me blind..." She whispered huskily. "Make my eyes into cocks...more... Make them bigger, so heavy... My mouth... I don't need it.

Maybe she didn't but she knew the succubus was growing bored of her too as dawn touched the sky, her fat cock-legs keeping her in place while her eyes closed, skin folding tenderly over, aching strangely. It as only the beginning of it, her breath catching in her throat as she whimpered and moaned, looking at the mirror, the last moment of sight that she thought she may have. Yet all Gale had was the feel of light still coming through her eyelids. Her eyeballs would soon not even register that as her eyelids became shafts, slowly, patiently, the bulges of them pushing forth, begging attention.

Though there was no way to tell what was happening further aside from sensation along, a feeling of weight pulling through her eyeballs - yet they weren't her eyeballs anymore. They were something more, something so much more erotic, the thickness of those shafts pulling at her face, the jelly of her eyeballs becoming firmer, harder, perhaps even sacs of semen. She shuddered. Oh, she liked that thought, the cocks pushing out of her eyes, her lips thick and clumsy, the fatness of them betraying another passion entirely as yet another part of her was transformed into a fetish icon.

The weight of the swelling balls came over several minutes, the transformation dragged out more and more, pulling down on her lower eyelids or at least the skin where they had been. There was nothing left there for her, panting and whimpering through her fat, thickening lips, though that change came slowly, tediously, even as a big part of her leaned so very hungrily into it.

Heavier and heavier, they tugged at her skin as they fell into place, wanting to lift her paws to stroke the growing lengths but, alas, she had no arms let alone paws anymore. If those could even be counted as paws, the cock-fingers, at least, oozed and drooled cum, every length on her body dripping with semen, wanting to spill a load more and more even then.

The succubus shook her head, watching some of her transformation. It was almost erotic to see how the tiger squirmed, her desire so high that it could not be controlled. To think that a mortal would fall so low and so far, to want such things to happen to them. Never before had she seen someone willingly take on the spells, though she licked her lips, murmuring her enjoyment as the tiger's tongue took on the changes too. It, at the very least, was amusement for her after so long quietly static in succubi sleep.

Some of the cocks on her body ejaculated. Some didn't. The pleasure swamped her, squirming, groaning in the back of her throat as her tongue swelled, transforming thickly. Slowly, it fattened and bloated, immobile and weighty, nearly blocking off her throat but not quite, so she still could breathe, even if it was difficult, very difficult, for her.

"Oh... Yesh..." She moaned, slurring her words with her lips and tongue tingling. "More... Puh...Pleash..."

It pushed out through her lips before the fattening thickness of them sealed closed, becoming yet another cock, though still in the early stages. Gale twisted, fighting weakly, though she should not have done so, for it hardly delayed the change as panic fluttered in her chest, weakly fighting arousal. Thicker and thicker, it pulsed forth, forming the deviously delightful equine length that she had longed for so much, trying to feel out the shape of it with her tongue, even as her tongue was the very mass in her mouth that was becoming that very cock. It was hard, even then, to push back against such primal, carnal instincts, the lust pouring through her heart, the heat of it all prickling over her skin, her new cocks, tits, even her balls.

Her lips, however, shaped themselves into cocks too, sprouting to either side like tusks, as if there had been anything left of her mouth. The skin of her lips and mouth sealed over the cock without it, letting it thrust and probe against that thick barrier of flesh, trapped where it belonged.

Gale moaned. The throbbing mass in her mouth could not be toyed with at all, simply lying there drooling cum as her teeth softly retracted, disappearing back into the bone of her jaw, though they would no longer be needed, no mouth remaining to be seen. The flesh over her mouth bubbled as yet another shaft bulged forth, right in the centre where her mouth had been, and she grunted through her self-muting, the thick penis growing more and more, tugging the weight of her head down even before.

More... Keep going... Oh, please...

_ _

Would the succubus know what her strangled gulps and moans through her sealed lips would mean? Oh, she hoped so.

It was more than she had expected but she craved it so much, the weight of the new cocks sealing her face closed, not seeing, only knowing, lusting, wanting... Maybe it was right for her to never have known before, for that made it all the more erotic in the moment.

A pair of balls hung heavily over her chin and she grunted, trying to turn her head. A sex freak, a monster. She couldn't see how the cock grew from her mouth but she imagined it, whimpering, grunting, a lustful cum-producer that couldn't stop climaxing through wave after wave of pleasure. Crying mutely with ecstasy, she felt those balls on her face retract, every cock there ejaculating thickly, spilling a creamy dose...somewhere. The tickling sensation of cum trickling down her body thrummed through the blob of helplessly orgasming sexual organs, Gale shuddering, fear bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

She couldn't see. She'd never see again. Was that too far? Another cock ejaculating told a different tale.

The succubus took control, playing out her deepest darkest desires from the rest of the book, every spell permanent, reducing her to a helpless blob that could only cum again and again. Gale didn't know what was happening, not even as she itched all over, her strength failing her, weaker and weaker, flopping and rolling helplessly from side to side.

And she lost even that, fading and falling. Muscle mass fell away, reducing her merely to genitalia, breasts fat and heavy, the nipples perky permanently with the chill of the air and her own arousal. She whimpered mutely but no sound came out at all, bloating all over, her skin stretching and straining where new rounds of breasts rose, turning her whole body into one, spiked with wobbling, juddering cocks.

An unrecognisable mound of sexual organs, she shivered, a blob of desire, orgasms trickling forth, though it was hard to tell just where the pleasure was coming from as the succubus snapped the book closed. She was a climaxing mound, trembling with lust, nothing more to her as much as the panic twisted through her, knowing there was no going back, no end to her endless climaxes.

"Your mind remains your own. This is your fate now, while I retain the book. I do hope you've enjoyed your fantasy, Gale... Maybe I'll have to play out the curses more widely again."

Thus, she would live on, her senses gone, even hearing. Her ears had become cocks and she had no need for that sense, the succubus brushing her "head" tenderly as she let her know, without actually letting Gale know, that she will never stop cumming the next time. That would go on forever, not a tiger, not a creature recognisable, living on through climax.

Gale knew none of that, only sweep after sweep of pleasure, her mind broken, lost in lust. Never again would there ever be anything for her in the outside world as waves pummelled her shapeless body, the rounds of so many breasts and spikes of so many cocks seeming to catch the eye and draw it constantly from one part of her body to the other. Not every cock had a set of balls but she did not know that, only felt touch, sensations of cum trickling and dripping all over her body, her breasts so sensitive that the merest breeze could have set her off.

Gale was right where she wanted to be and yet she would never know that either. It was there that the succubus left her, perhaps to be later discovered, perhaps to not be, but her fate was no longer in her claws. Her mind was there, able to think, though the desperate, pulsing arousal would never leave her, along with the pleasure. She tried to wriggle but did not control her body anymore, every last part of her destined for pleasure alone. That was what she had wanted, of course, but there was no way to get out of it even if she'd wanted to.

Was the succubus still there? She could not tell, her mind bouncing around, panting with pleasure, despite the lack of usable lungs in her body anymore. Gale could not tell how she was still alive, though she lusted for it all, craved it, whimpering inside and trying to climax, feeling the heavy, jiggling weight of her balls, her heightened arousal, so much sensitivity pushing over her again and again.

There would be no end to it, dimly aware of how far the jets of cum shot from her cocks, though there was little she felt herself tremble in a moan. Painting the walls with load after load, the trickling sensation of her semen splashing back onto her body was eroticism at its finest, constantly climaxing, lust rolling on and on and on.

A curse... A curse that she would never get out of. Not ever again.

The transformation was final. There was no going back when it had been what she'd asked for, every spell irreversible. And, finally, she was alone, another shaft orgasming and then another.

Gale's cocks juddered and drooled.

Nothing ever changed.