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Horrifying Transformation

Part two of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cheeseguy3412

I squirmed.

“Um…" I couldn't get the words out. “It's kind of…embarrassing."

“Oh?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow. “I'm sure it's nothing I haven't heard before, darling. Do tell, come now. I can make your wildest dreams come true, do anything you wish for. I'm sure it will not be all that bad as you're imagining."

Bad… No. Or maybe that depended on whose mind it was in. I took a breath to steady myself. It didn't help.

“I… I want to be cursed."

That got her attention, sitting up straight, eyes fixed on me.

“Cursed? Dear, I can do that, but that is hardly a fair payment for services. You know curses like that…they're permanent."

I shivered.

“Oh… Do they not…fade after a while? You mean…it wouldn't just…stop after a while?"

I liked that idea more, of it being permanent, even though a chill trickled down my spine. I felt like the questions had to be asked.

The succubus nodded.

“Yes, of course," she said, seeming relieved that I was “seeing sense". “It's not something that can be undone, not by anyone, not even the one who casts the curse."

I smiled.

“Then…" My heart hammered. “That's exactly what I want."

The succubus drew back, eyebrows raised. Oh, so it seemed that I had to convince her. I hadn't expected that, but I hadn't expected everything to fall into my lap so quickly, just like that either. That was why I had to true.

“No… I want it. I definitely want it." I tried to infuse my tone with all the grit and determination that could ever have been in my soul, my deepest and darkest of fantasies. “It's…something I've wanted since my sexual awakening. Normal stuff… It just doesn't do it for me. I want to be cursed, a transformation curse, so overwhelming sexual and depraved that it's beyond anything that even the most twisted of human minds could come up with. Expect for me."

Sylvia seemed to swallow, but I couldn't say that I knew her well enough to read her expression. Though to say that she was upset at the idea would have been an understatement, shifting her weight and fussing where she sat.

“Er…" She brushed her hand back through her hair, patting down invisible strands back into place. “Yes, yes… Yes, that is within the realm of my abilities, I can, of course, use magic, I can curse you. But…why would you want that? There's no going back from a curse! Even the best magic, when applied to a living soul, is hard to undo, even if there is no curse involved. This is different."

I smiled.

“I just want there to be no going back. I want to go all in. I never want to have to live this life again."

Sylvia eyed her dubiously.

“My dear, are you quite sure this is what you want? A sexual…transformation curse? Something you can never revert?"

I nodded, but she likely wouldn't believe me until she saw it. That was fine.

“Yes. Definitely."

I gave no more words, for I didn't want her to try to convince me otherwise. I just met her eyes, steadily, levelly, hiding the shake of my hands against the long skirt that I had worn that day. I only hoped that I didn't show my nerves too much, for I meant what I said about wanting to go all the way.

I didn't have a life to escape from, oh no. Just a life to run into, arms outstretched, wanting every last sordid, twisted bit of my fantasy, everything that I had always thought would be out of my reach. That was, of course, without some kind of magical intervention.

“Okay, dear…" The succubus said, slowly, but, well…she could be as slow as she needed to be, as long as she then held up her end of the bargain. “There's no going back though. So maybe you should start small, okay? Then you can stop if there is too much going on for you… But we'll see what it is that you want. Perhaps it is not quite what I am thinking of!"

Of course, it could never be what she was thinking of. I was too twisted for that, but I knew that fantasies were permitted. I never had to make myself feel bad about what I wanted.

But saying it aloud was another thing entirely.

“Well…" My heart pounded, though with excitement, forcing adrenaline through my body as I licked my lips. “I want to be transformed… Crazy transformations! And cursed, so none of it can be reversed. All sexual… More pairs of breasts, all over my body, not just on my chest."

I could feel my cheeks heating up as I said it, though I knew too that there was no way that I was going to get what I wanted from her if I could not tell her. That was kind of how it worked.

Once I had begun, even as the succubus pulled back in shock and surprise, I could not stop, however.

“So many dicks…" Oh, it was a crude word, but it had to be said. “Sprouting from all body parts, heavy horse balls hanging into my eyes, oh…"

I was getting horny just thinking about it, but I could not be too carried away, not pushing my hand between my legs, not then. I needed to keep a clear head, all to get what I wanted.

“I thought about an old tale… A twisted tale… A demon that's caught me and decided that I should have enormous, bulging horse cocks instead of legs," she grunted, trying not to moan even as she fantasised. “Oh… Yes, they'd have me stumbling around on giant horse cock legs, only horse cocks, leaving me whining and whimpering, bloating out and out and out so I can feel every scrap and inch of them, losing control. And they wouldn't be able to stop cumming!"

“Oh, my…"

Sylvia openly swallowed and I blushed, a little abashed, but, honestly, I couldn't be ashamed, not then. Not when I was with someone that could finally do for me what I wanted. Maybe I shouldn't have gone in so much with her, but I still wanted to make it really, really clear about the depth of what I wanted, that I didn't want to be treated kindly or with kid gloves.

“I'd even fantasise about something like finding an artefact, not even a demon," I mused, delving deeper into her fantasy material. “I wanted to be transformed like a cautionary tale I read from many years back, where the adventuring party took the treasure, but it was cursed… And then they woke the next night to find their limbs getting weaker and weaker…" Oh, I had to pause to take a breath there, because it was not that easy to keep going, not with the heat prickling and aching deep through my body. “Then…they find everything weakening, shrinking, then bulging into lewd breasts, no limbs left, only breasts. And their tongues would be cursed to become penises that can't stop climaxing, pouring out more and more cum, pump after pump, losing control in a wet splurge of seed every few minutes. The victims wouldn't be able to do anything other than wriggle and squirm, not even talk! Oh, to be like that… Yes…"

I closed my eyes, almost too much for me, taking a shuddering breath.

“Oh, I want everything, I want to be used, I want to be transformed and debased, to be a climaxing mess of horse cocks and tits, my body nothing but a sexual organ, pleasure upon pleasure sweeping me…"

“You know I can do that without it being permanent, right?" The succubus said. “It doesn't have to be permanent, it doesn't have to be a curse."

But I shook my head, holding up my hands, though it was still wrong, in a way, to stop a succubus from talking. She, after all, was so much more powerful than me.

“No, no… It has to be a curse. It's just…not what I want if there's a way for me to turn it back. It's what I want, I'm sure of it. I've been dreaming of this…practically every day since I uncovered the tales of what I wanted, the curses, the twisted body modifications…"

I had to pause there and lick my lips, for I was getting a bit too carried away with everything. That was why, in a way, I didn't go into things like that too much aloud, why those that were close to me didn't know anything of my kinky inclinations. Only online forums, chat rooms, the kind of places where everything was being a screen name and it couldn't possibly be linked back to me. I knew what others would think of me if they knew what I was really like, but, well, I couldn't blame them for that. Things were different for me, like that.

But I knew what I wanted and there must have been something about the conviction in my eyes that convinced Sylvia that this was the right path. I held my breath. It was finally happening. What I had always hoped for and yet had never quite dared to dream was finally happening!

“Okay…" Sylvia said, not seeming convinced still, but I didn't honestly need her to believe me. “But we will start small, darling, so you can stop if you want to. I don't make dodgy deals in my trades, I'm not that kind of demon. You say you want this…but I fear that it will be too much for even you."

“Start small?" I laughed and shook my head. “Oh… Well… I don't know about small!"

I jumped up and paused, glancing sideways into the mirror that was to the right of the sink, as if it was there for Sylvia to freshen up with during the day. But it was big enough to reflect a good portion of the little back room, everything soft and light and comfortable. And there I was prepared to deprave it beyond all recognition, beyond anything that anyone could ever have imagined being possible of being so totally twisted.

Maybe I was twisted. But that was how I was.

“Okay…" I posed with a hand on my hip, hair bouncing back behind my shoulders – would I even have that for much longer? “Hm… Okay! My chest first! Bigger – much bigger! I don't want anything in the natural range of sizes either…"

Sylvia sighed and stood to join me, brushing off her dress skirt, a little primmer and more proper than me, but it was not as if that mattered anymore. I could easily imagine her going about her day with a pair of glasses balanced on top of the bridge of her nose.

“Okay… If you are quite sure. I will make your breasts larger."

I felt that Sylvia at least had some idea of what I wanted, but her eyes focused on me and I felt the magic surround me rather than saw it. It was as if it was perceived with a sixth sense, knowing where it was around me without being able to see or hear it at least, though it still took my breath away.

And then it sank into me and my heart raced faster than it ever had done before, the tightness in my chest filling out, slowly but surely. It was as if, quite clearly, the demoness didn't want to push things too quickly, wanting to stay in the realm of things that maybe she had done before, but I could understand that. In a way, it was kind of sweet of her to think of me and to be considerate of me, even though we'd only met a short while ago. I wondered if she would be as considerate after everything happened.

Yet I was more and more convinced as I relished in the sensation of my dress swelling out against my new breasts, my skin pulling tauter and tauter, though, very quickly, it had to stretch too to contain my bigger chest. All that additional fat, after all, had to go somewhere, and I grunted softly in the back of my throat, relishing in every tiny sensation. From the brush of my dress over the top as I pushed against my bra to the aching need deep inside, the feeling of something being drawn from me.

If only the succubus would truly have taken me as her toy to overpower me with so many breasts and cocks and balls that I couldn't move… That would have truly been my dream, but there was only so much that I could do there. Just getting my impossible fantasy fulfilled, well – that would have to be enough.

“Is that enough?"

My breasts were barely F-cups, at a guess, but I grinned, nodding encouragement. My bra strained over them, but my hands could run over, feeling the definition of my nipples, how they pushed out against the front of the bra, the fabric that, suddenly, felt so fragile.

But they weren't big enough.

“More… I'll tell you when to stop! And add more pairs! Under my normal ones!"

The pain of my bra stretching dug painfully into my back and I had to adjust my weight, huffing and panting as my centre of balance was thrown off. I didn't realise that having bigger breasts would be so awkward! Yet that was only the start of the awkwardness to come as the seams of my dress stretched and tore over the growing extra breasts especially, exposing more, falling forward from my shoulders as it became loose around me. I could have been modest about what was happening, but I clicked my tongue, a little hastily, against the roof of my mouth, and pulled the dress down, pooling at my hips.

I wanted to see what was happening to me too badly, running my hands wondrously over my breasts through the strained, plumped-out bra, the feeling of them filling out increasingly, as large as my head, exquisite. It made me want to do more, to feel more, even tweaking my nipples as they grew fat and swollen, all in proportion with the breasts. Even though it might have been slow, I knew that it was all because the demoness wanted to make sure I was okay with it, but if she was to hold up her part of the trade then it would all go off without a hitch anyway.

“Ohhhh…"

I moaned, half-dropping to my knees. It was not overwhelming, as she had said, but…oh. Oh, it was something different indeed, though my stomach rippled too, bulges appearing where they had never existed before. That was a different sensation entirely, something more being added to my body, two more pairs appearing beneath the top pair that I was used to. I didn't hide my groan, not as I ran my fingers over them. The time for embarrassment was long passed and if I truly wanted to get everything that I wanted from the succubus I would have to be completely open and honest with her. My body and privacy in that regard were the least of it.

“Are you sure that's not enough?"

I shook my head, eyes closed, revelling in everything. The bra was about to pop, the tightness of the straps and the back digging into my flesh, though I wanted it even more than before, so very much more. I didn't want to take the bra off, not even as it cut in, knowing that my growing body would take care of it for me. It stretched more than the fitted dress I'd been wearing (now hanging in tatters off my body), though that had been mostly destroyed by the multiple pairs of breasts pushing into existence.

“Oh no… Finish it!"

I could not easily describe how big my breasts were, but the extra pairs swiftly increased in size, plumping out nice and round with new skin as the stretch rippled through me, so that they were the same as the top ones. Heavy and dragging me forward as I knelt with my tits out, they layered down my chest, stomach and abdomen, leaving my crotch bare. Not that it was easy to see my crotch with each breast on its own ending up the size of my head, pulling down very lightly under its own weight, though they were still nice and perky too. The bra ripped through dramatically, a clip pinging off the back, though I didn't care, not as my largest and fullest pair of breasts spilt gloriously into the light.

I couldn't help but run my hands over them, bare for the first time as I relished in it, tweaking my nipples and practically climaxing on the spot. In the heat of the first transformation, I had forgotten my arousal, moaning, whimpering, my underwear soaked between my thighs. But it was there, heat prickling through my skin, tingling and aching deeper still, making me want to rock and shift my thighs just to get a hint more of it. My hands could not drop to press between my thighs, not with the dress in the way, but I still wanted to, feeling as if I could orgasm just from rubbing and caressing my breasts alone.

Yet it wasn't enough. Nothing but complete immobilisation, a massive, orgasming pile of horse cocks that was, at some point, my body, could be enough for me.

And I had to tell the succubus that.

“Mmm… Oh, that's so good…" I panted heavily, rubbing her breasts, not knowing which ones she wanted to caress at once. “More… I need more."

Sylvia clicked her tongue dubious against the roof of her mouth.

“More? Are you sure?"

But I nodded, wanting to show her, to tell her, to make it clear to her in the best of ways.

“Yes! My body… Oh, I need more, please, curse me, this is what I want…" I moaned, though it was hard for me to get the words out. “In the end, I don't want to even be able to talk! Please, be creative, do everything you want to me, transform my body into so many breasts that I can't move, just like the old tales, and horse cocks and balls… Curse me, make it so I can never go back to the life that I had."

Sylvia nodded. I understood her trepidation, but the problem there was that, well, she still didn't think that I wanted it. Maybe it would have been easier if she was less reluctant and the kind of demon that enjoyed causing suffering – even if, in my case, it would not be suffering, but insane pleasure.

“You'll have to keep giving me some ideas, for now," Sylvia said slowly, though she, at the very least, seemed to be going along with it. “I know of the old tales and, indeed, I have known demons that liked to do things like that…"

“Yes…" I breathed, imploring her. “Only horse cocks though… So many of them, throbbing and ejaculating… Change my hands, all my fingers, cover them… Please!"

The succubus wrinkled her nose, but it didn't matter to me if she didn't want to do it. She had agreed and, at least from my perspective, it was not as if Sylvia had to agree to my fantasies. The magic wrapped around me again and I gasped as my hands ached and tingled. It was as if there were no more bones in them anymore, going liquid and droopy, though I couldn't help but reel from it, trying to rub them against my breasts as if I still had fingers.

“Do you want to stop?"

“Never! Make the transformations as awkward and unwieldy as possible, it doesn't all have to look as if it's typically erotic… It's to be crazy, out of one's mind, so kinky and depraved that…oh… Do what you will to me. Nothing is off limits within what we've talked about, so don't worry. This is what I want, I assure you. Go far, go all the way, so I am a blob of horse cocks and balls, breasts all over…"

Sylvia looked a little more convinced after that. Maybe there was some part of her magic that told her the truth about a person too, but I didn't have to worry about that. Not as my fingers ached and wobbled and firmed up again into cock-like shapes, though it was as slow as my breasts. It allowed me to revel in it, to allow every pulse and every throb to ache through deeply, moaning, whimpering, though I didn't think that I would have my voice for all that much longer.

My hands were useless, already, for anything but pleasure. Even I was shocked to find out just how sensitive they were – was that really what it was like to have a dick? I could barely believe it, huffing and puffing, panting heavily, my chest rising and falling so sharply that it made my new breasts and the huge old ones too wobble and judder with every gulp of air I dragged into my lungs. I didn't even know if I would need air like that any longer, but there was a part of me, even then, that hoped I would not. That I could exist purely on orgasms, on cumming, on being a sexual being that did not exist in the world that I knew for anything other than one orgasm after the other.

I shuddered, wiggling my fingers as swellings grew at the base of my digits, seeming to throb strangely even then. Oh, those were the balls! I didn't think that she would have put balls at the base of every horse cock, but I loved it so much, the horse cocks differing in colouration is if every one had come from a different horse. That wasn't how magic worked, of course, but I still liked the thought of every member being copied from an equine, so that I could carry a kinky bit of them along with me in their throbbing, drooling members.

The thickness of them was impressive, so hot and ready, even just wiggling them making me want to cum right there and then, though I didn't think that was going to be much of a problem going forward. But there was something else going on too, my heart pounding harder and harder as if it was even trying to escape out of my ribcage.

“Ohhhh…"

It was so tight, my back swelling, though I could already tell that they were breasts. My heart leapt. That was more like it! Sure, the succubus had needed a little more direction, but that was all fine, considering that she had gained the confidence to do to me what I had suggested, taking matters into her own hands too. Maybe she took her trades seriously even if they were curses?

It didn't matter, not as the weight of the breasts on my back, somehow, managed to make things a little less awkward, pulling me back upright easily, the weight balancing me out. I liked that feeling and wriggled my backside into it, kneeling but sitting back on my legs. It was a position that I would find uncomfortable in a while, but, really, that kind of discomfort was going to be the least of my concerns.

There were too many other sensations to take in, from my horse cock fingers bulging and swelling, becoming roughly eight inches long and more defined by the moment, to my breasts forming on my back, even lower down in the small of my back and on my sides. They swelled as I tried to bend them, though the control diminished, digits stiffening. The ones on my sides were even more surprising, but there was a big part of me that could not help but relish in them, panting and whimpering, needing it, aching for it.

“How far do you want to go, Gale?" The succubus said, though I started: I had never given her my name. “How far do you want to go so quickly? Oh, some transformations will be slow, but I can see how you are aching for it, even now."

I shivered. It was hotter when she got into it, though there was a small part of me that felt guilty about making her push into things for me, even if it was part of a trade and a deal. I had saved her and it was a small price to pay for her not being caught by someone that might have locked her up or done worse to her, so there was nothing really bad there. But perhaps that was just my mind trying to make sense of everything, grunting, rolling my hips back, wiggling my cock fingers. They moved from the base, but no more than that.

“Mmmm… Yes…" I begged her, as if I really was completely under Sylvia's control, as if she was the one who had captured me and was cursing me without me even having to ask for it. “Yes, more… You can…do my face…too…"

Sylvia raised her eyebrows at that, but I had to keep giving her some ideas, at least. Even if my attention was focused on how sensitive my palms were, a pair of balls swelling for every cock there. The shape of the cocks defined themselves with a medial ring, some splotchy with pink and grey, others a uniform colour and others smooth with a darker shade. What was clear, even then, was how they flared, the heads thick and flat, throbbing with need, the pulse of them evident even to the naked human eye.

I panted, the orgasm building inside them. I didn't know how I could tell, but the pressure around the base of the cock fingers made the little balls that swelled there throb as if with a heartbeat of their own. The skin stretched and strained where it had been thin and delicate before, straining to hold them, and I panted, shaking my head, unable to do anything to stop the climax from coming.

So…I let it. Even in the process of the transformation, fingers aching, fat and unwieldy, not really fingers at all anymore, spurting and drooling. Still, they begged for more. And the climaxes would keep coming, I realised with a shudder, always orgasming, needing it one after the other.

That was going to be my life. And it chased the fear away, if only for a time.

I moaned, rolling my head back, grinding and rubbing those cocks all over my breasts as if there was nothing else at all in my mind, as if I could not envision anything else at all giving me as much pleasure as that. And it was true, for it had been the subject of my fantasies, my fingers wiggling as cocks, easily a good size to fuck someone with, but I would hope that there would be even bigger ones all over the rest of my body too. The transformations, after all, had only just begun.

The balls swayed on my palms, however, and I knew that I'd never again pick up a pen or a pencil, never use my hands ever again for anything at all that could ever have been considered useful. Not that I wanted to, not as arousal coursed through me, a hair's breadth beneath the surface, but as if it finally reached deep, so deep, into the very core of my being. I'd never been turned on like that before, but little did I know that, even then, it was only a tiny prelude to all that would come, everything that was to be the rest of my life, all at the whim and the disposal of the succubus.

“Mmmm…"

I didn't hold back her cries, though there was a small part of me that thought that I should be shy. I had been quiet before, hadn't she? And yet a succubus was a demon of lust too and I had to catch my breath, that all-encompassing arousal flooding me, pulling me deeper, making me want it more and more.

Maybe it was overwhelming too, making me want to pause to savour it and take an extra moment to take everything in – but the crux of the curses laid upon me was that they simply were not that easy to stop. It was out of my control entirely, in the hands of the succubus. And those light blue eyes, reminiscent of her true form, stayed on me without fail, taking everything in, making me feel as if I was a show for her to enjoy, even if there was a part of me that would have liked to turn away, to enjoy my depraved transformations privately.

Such things were never meant to be clean-cut, however, I thought, grunting as the balls on my left farm swelled heavier than the right, dragging my hand down, making it hard to even lift it. I could be shy and exposed and turned on beyond all belief too, barely able to believe that I was going to do it either, that I was really going to go through with it. Yet when it was something that I craved so deeply,

I tried to rub my hands, one against the other, but the balls didn't rub smoothly as I'd imagined, bouncing out of the way, squashing, even itching. My hands ached as another pair of balls bloated at the base of one of my hands, right at the heel, but I tried not to think about it too much. The itching… I hadn't thought of that coming into play, battling with that little sensation against the arousal, grunting and panting.

There was so much need in me, more than I honestly thought was possible. It was so sensitive, so sensitive that I couldn't stop playing with them all, running my cock fingers between the balls, yet everything of my previous dexterity was lost. It was fascinating and horrifying in equal measures, though the breasts on my side developed more quickly than the other, putting me lop-sided and squeaking breathlessly.

“Oh!"

So, the succubus had found a way to make it so I got what I wanted and needed, hm… She didn't mind making me awkward and uncomfortable? That was promising, very promising, but, even then, it was all ultimately out of my hands and control – at least, that was what I told myself, because I didn't know if the succubus was actually cursing me or just transforming me, not at that stage. I had to think carefully, had to know that she wasn't as into it as I was, but, really, who could have been?

I grunted as I struggled to right myself, shifting back over, my breasts sensitive too. I could try to rub the ones halfway down my sides, but another pair were growing under my armpits, forcing me to lift my arms. My shoulders ached a bit, but I couldn't linger on that thought all that much, grunting and groaning, my hands and fingers finally throbbing as fully formed cocks and balls.

It was sensitive but off-putting too, jarring, as if my sense of self had been shifted. I moaned and tried to rub my fingers together, lacing the cocks between each other, though I was caught off-guard by the throbbing ejaculation.

“Oh!"

Oh, I hadn't thought of that, but I had asked for it, so it was just one more little thing that caught me out, delighting me. Two cocks on my fingers ejaculated sharply, drowning me in a wavering pulse of pleasure, though it was not like any orgasm, quite honestly, that I had experienced as a woman. No, oh, no, even then I knew that nothing sexual would ever be like I knew it, everything new, as if I was a virgin to my changing, transforming body, my pussy so hot and wet. But that was not even the centre point of my arousal as new genitals had been formed on my hands and fingers.

My moans grew louder, though I tried, weakly, to tuck my hands down, the heaviness of them too much for me to hold them up any longer. Maybe that would change or maybe it would not, but it had my finger cocks and balls orgasming from different ones to consider the lack of control, how I was cursed, how I had handed over everything and more to the succubus.

I really hoped she was all in on it, that they were curses. My breath caught in my throat and I gulped, wavering, but I knew I was just where I needed to be regardless of anything else. There was a part of me that pulled for the life that I had left behind, but, well…when I got what I wanted, I didn't think that there was anything much that I could worry about.

It was not for me, not that life. My purpose had finally been found.

The orgasms, however, were exquisite, and as the breasts grew to populate my back and sides, the magic of the succubus making them even larger than the first lot on my body, I relished in it. I allowed myself to be swept away by orgasmic delight, wiggling my fingers awkwardly against one another, letting the balls sway and bounce back and forth, though that was mainly due to my somewhat jerky motions. It could not be helped, after all, that I was more excited than I had ever been, needing more, wanting more, craving more.

I'd forgotten the other thing that I had asked the succubus for, but that only meant that it was, at least, more of a surprise to me when it came. At first, my face felt a little bit tingly, as if I had put a face mask on that had some spices in it or similar, which was designed to be a little more than invigorating.

Yet it was far more than that, my lips quivering as my right cheek grew heavy with a pair of balls, the huge rounds of them fat and heavy, larger than the ones on my palms. They wobbled to life, bubbling from my skin as if my cheeks no longer had anything of the substance than they had had before, my lips parted, panting heavily.

The nerves were there, quelling the cries too ostentatiously from my lips. I wanted it so badly and yet, as went with a curse, there was fear there too. In a way, I was leaping into the unknown where I had handed over so much control to the succubus, even if that had all been what I'd wanted to begin with. Sometimes people leapt into the fray without knowing what they were getting into, but that was just the way my life was going to be. It was about time, shoving down the fluttering nerves and weakness inside me, that I just got used to it.

My face, however… I was not prepared for how heavy just one pair of balls slowly dropping from my cheek would make me, my cock fingers ejaculating, distracting me with so many messy sensations and pleasures as cum spilt across the floor. Oh, I knew I was being a slob and so very messy, but I couldn't do all that much about it, especially considering that my hands were not even really hands anymore. I couldn't have cleaned up any of my own mess anymore even if it had been in my mind too – and that revelation itself thrilled me.

It was slow, but I didn't mind that, as it allowed me to revel in the changing sensations even more, to take everything in, though I felt as if it would take many, many years for me to get anywhere near fully understanding and accepting all that had happened to me. Even then, I could barely focus on a large breast forming in the centre of my back, pushing the others up and down where they had formed on my upper and lower back, a single, huge, bulging tit that had a thick nipple too. I could feel how sensitive even that was from the tiniest of fluctuations in the air flow around the tearoom, but I didn't think I would ever be in much of a position to truly test out how that felt to me.

The lack of control thrilled me. But I didn't know how to explain why that was so, not even to myself. Maybe that was just how things were meant to be, even if I didn't understand them.

My face was heavier, but it was evened out by a cock and balls, defined with a plump, fat, flat tip to start with, dropping from my left cheek. I strained, as much as I could, past the ache in my neck to keep my head up, but that was perhaps the thing that I was most embarrassed about, in feeling that I was losing control of my body. That I was so weak that I couldn't even hold my own head up without help, even if I was not particularly weak, not even then, for honestly needing that help.

I didn't know what to think, my head fuzzy and slow, though the succubus was there, watching me, observing me, so I didn't have to think all that much. Better to just feel, to accept the curses as one after the other was laid upon me, every change and transformation an added curse. The ache of magic infusing into my soul was like someone sinking their claws into me, maybe the succubus herself, but it was not something that concerned me, not even then, not as I whimpered and was forced to let the weight of a heavy, soft horse cock tip my head to the left.

The cock sprouting from my face felt heavier than the balls on my right cheek, but even those were being added to with a cock too. There would have to be a cock for every set of balls, I thought dimly. Even if I would not be able to tell which cock belonged to which balls, not in the end. Though even my sense of evenness did not have to be truly appeased, not when I couldn't tell her one way or the other what I wanted.

I shivered. What if she put so many cocks and balls, all over my face, that I couldn't talk anymore? That I couldn't even really communicate with the succubus? Of course, that was pretty par for the course when it came to one with powers and one without, but, well…it intoxicated me even further, dragging me deeper and deeper, so very much deeper into my fantasy than I had ever thought was possible.

I tried to lift my shaking cock fingers to my face, to feel the changes, just how disfigured I was already, but…they were too heavy. I could get them there some of the way, though I had to curl my body forward, panting through flared nostrils, heart pounding.

Was I never going to be the same again, really never the same? That was a lot to take in, my heart rate escalating, though it was too late to go back – or more so that I wasn't going to allow myself to go back. Despite the frantic beat of my heart, my arousal surged, wet between the thighs, soaked in my juices. Hell, I knew what I wanted, even as the cocks on my cheeks swelled, sticking out wonderfully in a grotesque fashion, drooping under their weight.

Tilting my head, I grunted as they pulled my head first one way or the other, my neck aching. Every time I tried to rebalance my head, I just got tugged back again, the cocks rising hard and ready, obscuring my vision more and more. They stood up proudly and there was no way for me to avoid them, even if I had wanted to, the swelling, throbbing shafts, blood flowing into them as the heads plumped up thick and full.

Why was it so hot? Oh, I'd never had any reason for that, not even as another pair, one on each side, sprouted to join the first, as if the succubus was trying to take things slowly. Maybe she was still concerned about how far I wanted to take things, but it was hard for me to clarify that for her when heat flooded me, curling into fear in the dark pit of my belly. One of the cocks drooled, pre-cum slopping forth, and I moaned, wanting more, so much more.

Maybe that was the true giving up of control. Maybe that was the true fantasy. What I had never even been brave enough to consider for myself in the first place. But there was no way to tell that, not even then.

I tried to breathe slowly and evenly, though that was difficult, my body aching, trembling, as if so many more sensations had been opened up to me that I had never been able to consider before. The heaviness of the cock and balls on my face made me feel weak, grunting, leaning, tipping, wobbling from side to side. Would it be humiliating if I fell over completely? I didn't know, didn't have to know, for maybe I wouldn't be able to see it when it happened.

And wouldn't that be fucking hot?

Though the demoness surprised me further by adding another transformation to the mix as more cocks and balls, already drooling and aching to cum, slowly bulged and pushed from my face, a strangely ticklish sensation. I could deal with that, but the erotic pulse in my nipples as they too grew was something that I couldn't keep my mind from wandering to, pushing into, grunting.

“Ohhhhh…"

I was so exposed and, still, I slumped half to the right, my cock hands on my breasts, feeling all that I could as my nipples grew out and out and out. Maybe it took more magic to perform that feat on multiple breasts at once, for every tit grew a cock nipple, swollen and meaty, pulsing out more and more with every beat of my heart. In a way, it was as if they were connected to my heartbeat and I liked imagining that, even though the strange, pulling, stretching sensation was not something that I could have anticipated.

Without thinking or even meaning to do it, one of the cocks on my fingers suddenly thickened and fattened up, even though it had been soft and waiting at that time, resting between climaxes. The succubus had to duck out of the way of that sudden orgasm, even though I squeaked and squawked something about being sorry.

“OhmygoshI'msorry – look out!"

It was too late though, an inconvenient erection making her duck to the side with a shriek, sounding more than ever like a succubus, like a demon. It was raw and it spoke of a world beyond my comprehension, even as embarrassed heat rushed to my cheeks while I tried to tell her that I hadn't meant to do it. A spot of cum marked her outfit, the tight, sharp skirt, but Sylvia only sighed and glanced down dispassionately at it.

“If only that was the first time bodily fluids had gotten on my clothes…"

Oh, I should never have thought like that, not at all, but the humiliation seared through me, as if something was burning me from the inside out, racing through my veins, impacting me in a way that I could never have anticipated. Hot and then cold, I reared back and tried to say something, though whatever words were going to leap from my lips were lost in a moan as all my cock fingers, even the ones that had been soft and drooping in gentle recovery a moment ago, hardened and climaxed at once.

“Ohhhhhhhh, yesssssss!"

I couldn't hold it back and I knew, even as I tried to think of something else, to be less aroused, that it wasn't going to work, that I wasn't going to manage it. I still tried because there was a part of me that didn't want to inconvenience her, especially after she had already done so much for me. In a way, it had already gone far past whatever could be considered a fair trade between us.

I didn't care, not ultimately, as selfish as that was to say, not as I knelt there, my legs tucked to the side, trying to balance myself. It was just what I wanted so much that every nerve-ending fired off beautifully, panting, grunting, heaving, even groaning aloud, losing control in the best of ways. Cum dripped down my body and the horse cocks on my face, one by one, took turns hardening up and shooting their load, gushing and drooling and spurting, heavy and sagging on my head.

I needed to cum again…and again…and again. Oh, it was better than one endless orgasm, never knowing from which part of my body climax was to come from next, my pussy wet and sodden, soaked with my own arousal. There could be no question as to how much I was enjoying everything that was being done to me, though there was still something shameful and hot about it, especially when I felt like I was getting in the succubus' way.

Maybe she'd seen people like me before though… She could have said no. I was just on the extreme end of what they had expected.

My pussy tightened and I threw my head back in raw, overpowering lust. Oh, I did not consider that the magic would make me climax there too, but, of course, it all made sense. So much sense, even as the orgasm gripped me so strongly, making me want a cock stuffed in my pussy too more than ever.

What a dilemma to have! I moaned, shaking my head, cocks wobbling, the weight of them jolting me, throwing me off. Little did I know what a problem that was going to be, for my fantasy took on so much more than pure pleasure. There was the discomfort too, the need of wanting to climax again, even though I'd only just finished, sitting in a mess of my body's orgasmic fluids, pooling around me lustfully. My pussy squeezed down in a sharp contraction that caught me off guard, taking my breath away as I wriggled and tried, even then, to bore down even harder against something, just for the pressure, the hint of pleasure. But orgasm would come to that part of me, time after time, whether I was ready for it or not.

Everything was new, so new, the shift of my weight from one butt cheek to the other rippling through me. No longer was it just me adjusting my position, but it was something much more than that, the subtle shift making the cocks bounce and jiggle, the breasts sway, as perky as they were. Gravity was kind to my body, but the balls were what were affected the most and hung the lowest. I'd never thought of how much movement there was in the weight of them, swinging back and forth with a narrower neck to the sack – but perhaps that was just part of the curse of what I had been transformed with. It didn't matter, not really, but it was just another way to dehumanise me, to remind me of just what I was, how I panted and whimpered and practically begged, even then, for more, always more.

My dick nipples strained out and out and out, every inch hard-won when the cursing magic went to every breast and every nipple. Still, I caught my breath, licking my lips, though my tongue brushed one of those low-hanging balls. With a moan that suited my situation, I lapped eagerly at it, though I had to swing and jolt my head back and forth a bit to get it to sway into my tongue's range. Hot humiliation blistered under my skin, but I paid it no mind. I was too caught up in the moment to care, wanting that smooth, smooth skin on my tongue, the warmth of my own body enticing me.

Three cocks sprouted from the right side of my face while two adorned the other, a third and fourth appearing. The one growing from my chin was one of the worst and best to bear, a reminder of my own devious lust, though there was a big part of me that wanted that cock in my mouth. I stilled, panting heavily, trying to take everything in, though not even I could stop myself from shuddering and moaning while the cocks orgasmed. My cock fingers were the most active, but the first on my face to throb and ejaculate, after drooling a slick, messy string of pre-cum, was the most erotic of all.

I wasn't even aware of moaning as it spilt throb after wonderful throb of cum, spurting forth, shooting halfway across the room. To think that a cock could cum that much! It was truly wonderful and it was mine, all mine. Though, in a way, the cocks owned me, yes, my new body owned me. There was nothing I could do to it, even as I splayed out the cock fingers on my face, trying to grope and rub the member flooding me with pleasure at that current moment.

In hindsight, it was so obvious, but that was the point at which I succumbed, becoming nothing more than a creature of lust, transforming, waiting, lusting, moaning, whimpering. I could make all the sexual sounds I liked and, soon, I would not even be seen as a human being, for there would be no redeeming feature to me, yes, all as I was cursed. The string of thoughts in my head was impossible to miss as I flicked my tongue out, trying to lap at the cock dangling from my chin, yet the weight of the growing member rendered it too heavy, alas, for me to reach it. That was probably the greatest tragedy, yet I huffed and puffed, my cheeks attempting to fill with air even with the new appendages dangling from them. It was harder than I remembered and that delighted me all the more, squirming and wriggling in place.

God, I'm such a slut, just a dick and ball and tit factory… I thought, letting my dirty fantasies run through my head – yet, this time, they were all in the process of being fulfilled, the succubus watching over me. Make my breasts bigger, make it so I can't walk, so that my legs are nothing but drooling, wobbling dicks, kicking in the air. Make me nothing but an orgasm factory, a genitalia blob, oh yes… Mmmm!

Spurts of cum splattered my body and marked my chest, another cock and then another jetting off, giving me the orgasm after orgasm endless pleasure that I had craved too. My mind wavered, but nothing was there to keep it on the right track anyway.

The cocks on my face hindered my ability to lift my head and turn it back and forth, forcing a whimper from my lips at my supposed weakness. It was not that unusual, not really, not unexpected at all, but I still felt like I had to bear through it, that I had to focus, that I had to try to appear strong, perhaps just for the sake of it. Not that the succubus cared, though she did have a bit of a worried look on her face. The only part of me that didn't have extra balls too was my tits, which only had the dick nipples, now nearly fully grown and strained, pulling their sustenance from the magic, rather than taking away from other parts of my body to form. I appreciated that, though there was a certain eroticism in being transformed so low and so erotically that I would be shrunken in on myself as parts transformed, rather than growing. Maybe that was something else I could ask her for?

I'd have to find the words first.

“I think I get the idea of what you are looking for, but I must ask you again," Sylvia said, once more giving me a chance to back out, to change my mind, to do something about all that had happened to me so far. “Are you sure that you want all of this? Do you want me to continue?"

“It must be hard to believe this turns me on so much…" I laughed softly, though I couldn't be ashamed of myself, not even as I squirmed in place. “Mmm… Yes, it's strange, but I want this, I'll always want this. I love everything you've done so far but I want to go so much further."

Sylvia's eyes bored into mine, though I caught the quirk on her lips, the smirk about them. Oh, so she was enjoying it too, perhaps in her own way? Maybe it was the demonstration of magic that she didn't get to do all that often?

“Tell me."

I shuddered. Even being ordered like that… It was reminiscent of my deepest, darkest dream, a fantasy and a nightmare at the same time. I'd never told anyone about that. Not even online.

If I was going all the way, however, it was high time that I let that spill.

“I have a recurring dream…a fantasy," I breathed, relishing how it was difficult to talk when my cocks were ejaculating, interspersing moans whenever I brought words, with a struggle, to my lips. “Ohhh… I… I loved the idea of hiding from a creature of legends, a powerful demon or something, someone who would enjoy transforming me, one limb at a time, all for their pleasure… The kind that exists in old tales of caution."

I shivered, licking my lips, feeling the weight of another cock grow on my face, though with all her magic focused on just the one it was a swifter transformation. That one grew from directly between my eyes, the balls itching as they bulged out, heartbeat by heartbeat, though I was too enraptured by the story I was weaving to try to rub them, as much as they were already aggravating me and getting in the way.

“A demon or entity…that only sees mortals as fun little creatures to use, to torment, to watch flop around while they were being warped into monstrosities of a sexual nature." I whimpered. “In the dream, I would be hiding, waiting, hoping he'd go away…but I'd always be discovered, because my sexual need would be too great for me to remain hidden, needing it. I'd always wake afterwards covered in my own arousal, my thighs practically painted in it and the sheets soaked, it sounds crazy… But I wanted that monster in the dream to transform me, to make me nothing more than a bloated pair of breasts or wobbling with cocks for arms and legs, all kinds of sexual transformations."

I sighed.

“I'd never get far in the dream though… That's probably why my thighs were always so wet and lewd when I woke up again." It was so embarrassing to say that, though I didn't want to hold anything back, not when everything that I had ever fantasised about came down to that very moment. “I always woke up horny, climaxing…and always frustrated."

“Weren't you worried about how much this aroused you?" Sylvia asked, as if she was curious, sitting on the small sofa, though she tipped forward towards me, making sure that she had an eye on me at all times. “It is an unconventional fantasy, even for someone that's vigorous in their own self-pleasure. And I've seen my fair share of fetishes too over the years, I'll have you know."

I moaned and half-shrugged, though with the extra weight on my chest, back and sides, it was difficult to complete the motion. I didn't tell her how hot that was for me, to be restricted like that, as if I was in bondage, but the form that the bondage took was my own body.

“No… I wasn't worried at all. Everyone has fetishes, I just never thought that I'd get to play out my fantasies like this." I knew that that, in a way, sounded crazy – but weren't we all crazy in this world? “It was a dream…but now I get to make that my reality for the rest of my days."

That wasn't something that I could put into words how much it turned me on, but maybe how the cock in the centre of my forehead, balls resting down heavily on either side of my nose, sprayed a jet of cum helped a little. The spurts of creamy, thick seed splattered down my own body, though Sylvia stepped distastefully out of the way of one wayward stream, though I didn't even feel as if I was mobile enough to help her avoid the mess. I wasn't even sure, even then, if I cared anymore.

In all honesty, I was a bit disturbed by how turned on I was when I woke up. I didn't want to tell Sylvia that, not when I was as into it as I was. What if she decided, of her own free will, to break our trade? It was not as if there was any magical reason for her to continue, there was no magical lock or bond between us. She was only doing what I had asked of her because it was what the succubus considered to be a fair trade.

“I…" I shivered, playing my tongue back and forth in my mouth, the succubus' eyes locked onto me, knowing, seeing, wanting more from me, so much more. “It's… Oh, I can't find the words… It's the control, giving it up. I'd even want to be made weaker, throughout the whole transformation. Like…"

I cast about for the words, struggling with the weight of so many cocks and pairs of balls on my body, how they jiggled. It was as if all the changes to my body were always trying to distract my attention – and the breasts were no better, all in the best of ways. It was the sensitivity of those that got to me more than anything else, how they trembled and swayed, depending on their size, with the slightest movement of my body. Something as simple and as light as a cock brushing them had me hissing and struggling for words all over again, as if a lump – or even a cock – had grown in my throat and was plugging up those words.

Or maybe those were just my fantasies at work all over again. A cock trembled and I was, once again, reminded of how the weight of them all over weighed me down, holding me in place, making me weaker and more helpless. But how to convey that to the succubus?

“I…" The spark of an idea formed and I ran with it, snatching it up with the hunger of true desire. “Mm… It's that… I want to be useless… No, not useless, like…unable to move. Immobilised."

I sucked in a breath, the cocks on my face wobbling, my arms aching – well, what was left of my arms. It was hard to refer to specific body parts that had been transformed, for all I could see were the cocks, balls and breasts that made them up. Even then, I was well on my way to taking on the perfect shroud of sexuality, whimpering and moaning, my tongue flickering out to wet my lips for talking once more.

“That's it…" I whispered, though there was no real reason for me to be hushed. “I want to be immobilised, completely nothing, nothing more than a blob of genitalia, not seeing, only orgasming. Everything… Take it from me!"

Continued in part three…