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Her Taste for Transformation

Part four of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cheeseguy3412

Sylvia

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Oh, she was glorious, that human, even if I had not quite realised that shocking her into the transformations may not have been the best thing to do. My magic could do so much more for her, however, and I picked her up as her buttocks swelled, distending and sagging, just like the real pair of balls that they were. Not with my hands, of course, for they did not need to touch her while I allowed the curse to set in, bulging out her buttock balls more and more, huge and grotesque and everything she could ever have wanted. No, my magic was all I needed to handle her.

“What you wanted, dear…” I crooned, the flood of power sending my heart pounding, though not in the same way that I could feel Ember’s pounding, through our connection. “Look at yourself. Why don’t you feel between your legs? Or do you already know, truly, how wet you are?”

I turned her around, floating a bare centimetre off the ground before the mirror, wanting her to see her full body. She wobbled, as if she was paddling her cock legs like they were still of any use to her, though her clothes weren’t present anymore. I frowned and tore the rest of her clothes off with my magic. That was annoying, to have the draping cloth in the way, obscuring my sight of her. It was nice, in a way, to have it stimulate her, but there was so much more that could be done.

Ember rubbed her chest with her cock fingers, though I subtly poured my magic into her midriff, taking away her flexibility. She didn’t need it, not as I changed the consistency of her torso, behind her breasts and the spurting cocks, to something more like the feel of cock flesh. Smooth and sleek, all that I could ever have needed to fuel my power.

The expressions she made, oh… She could do so much still with her face and I would break that part of her next, letting her revel in it, though it all had to come, bit by bit. My magic poured into her buttocks, giving her balls even more weight and volume there, to hyper proportions – well, I’d seen that part of the fetishes too. Each pair was roughly the size of a beach ball, big enough to be tossed around but they would remain forever fixed to her, her buttocks. Well, a transformed fetish whore like her didn’t need buttocks…

That was just a term that I had picked up from their roleplays, trying the feel of it out in my mind. There was a lot of experimentation for me to do there, smiling as I placed Ember completely upright. She paused there, set on her cock legs for the moment, as if she could stand up again.

Of course, she could not. But I just wanted to watch her experience that sensation of heaviness, how she was tugged back by the weight of her swollen nuts. They dragged her down as she squealed and cried out, though there was a definite throb of arousal through our connection, even as she tumbled back down to the ground.

“Oof! Nnngghhh…”

That wasn’t a bad moan, not at all, though I had made sure that she landed, with a little push of magic, on her chaise. Ember did not say there, however, rolling off with a more solid thump to the carpet, cock legs waggling pathetically. Her face dropped, as if the reality of her situation was hitting her only then, though I could feel some of what she was feeling through all that, the pain that she felt at the loss of her legs.

It was an emotional pain, however, and one that sent a rush of heat to her crotch. I smirked inwardly, schooling my expression. Ah, so the little “transformation slut” liked it really then.

Hm. That term still didn’t sit quite right with me in my mind, but I supposed that I would find something that suited my way of thinking and speaking one way or the other, sooner or later. It didn’t matter.

“How about something a little more, hm?” I smiled, wanting more, though I didn’t need Ember to tell me that she was in control. “Besides, what use are your arms going to be when there are cock fingers for fingers now? They won’t do you any good for writing or anything of that ilk, not at all…”

She grunted, opening and closing her mouth unwittingly, though I pressed on, watching how horror crossed her expression, that twist to her lips and that slight sheen of her eyes. They were glassy, as if she was slipping away from the reality of it, though my magic poured into her arms, changing them even as I added more random breasts to her back and sides, even squeezing them in between the cocks sprouting from her. My magic could be put to more than one use at once, after all, and I flooded her with it, the cocks jiggling as orgasm after orgasm gripped her.

Her arms, slowly but surely, shrank. She reeled from me, so much like Gale, wiggling and gaping, wobbling them all around, though she struggled to push herself back up as she weakened.

“What’s happening?” She cried out, eyes glazed with fear, fighting to push her torso up from the carpet. “What are you doing to me?”

“Taking your arms, dear girl,” I replied, a smile on my face that I could not shift. “Don’t bother trying to run, sweet one… You’re not going anywhere.”

She did anyway, struggling and flailing, a sob even breaking from her lips – but it made my heart sing. There was a part of me that thought that I had gone too far, that I had done too much, if not for the arousal flooding our bond, that searing pull of heat in her loins. Ah, that could not be hidden, not as the connection between us strengthened, allowing me to see into her mind, to feel the truth of it.

“No running now…” I said softly, for there was no reason to raise my voice, not when a taunt like that was far more insidious. “No legs… And soon you will not even be able to crawl.”

Ember whimpered, muttering something into the carpet, but I ignored it. Her arms shrank, down and down and down, Ember squirming in place and hiding her red face from me. I left her cock fingers, of course, along with the balls, using the flesh from her arms to better expose her arms as the breasts that they were becoming. Fattening up, her shoulders plumped out too, shoving the one breast I had already transformed one into up a little, out of the way so that it would grow out of the huge, single breast rising there instead. It didn’t matter if everything looked clunky and awkward, like a hodgepodge of genitals all smooshed together – for that was exactly the look we were going for.

She wasn’t to be attractive, not in the slightest, not when she was under my control. The cocks dribbled and drooled and spurted frantically as her arms drew in closer to her, thickening and swelling into something far more breast-like, though the nipples in the centre really were a moot point to the waggling cocks around them.

The breasts plumped out, looking more and more breast-like by the second, and I grinned.

Everything was going to plan.

But I had even more in mind for Ember…

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Ember

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I squealed, but my arms would no longer lift, even though I didn’t have hands to clap to my mouth anymore. Rolling around helplessly on the floor, I wobbled onto my side as she shrank my arms, heart pounding, adrenaline making the whole process feel so torturously slow. I panted heavily, pressing my forehead to a cushion that had dropped to the carpet, though there was something worse churning in my stomach, embarrassment winding through arousal.

I liked it…and I shouldn’t have. But hadn’t that been something that I had been struggling with for many years already? I’d thought the fetishes I had were fucked up, but…that was all there was to it. I’d never expected any of them to become real, not in any way, but my arms ached deeply with a throbbing kind of heat as they became breasts. The spurting cocks gave me the impression that there was still control there, though the loss of both arms and legs set my stomach lurching, the loss felt acutely.

No running, she said… No. I couldn’t… No. There was no getting away, the feel of my skin getting tighter and tighter as it shrank, pulling into the breasts, too sharp to ignore. I whined and parted my lips, though the stream of muttering was lost in the carpet.

Maybe I didn’t want Sylvia to hear me. Though not even I could have said why that was, not then. Not everything made sense, my new breasts tingling, though I could not even call them breast arms, not in any way. There were no cock fingers anymore either, not like before, just waggling cocks protruding from around the edges of those breasts that took the place of my arms.

And they were not done growing yet either, making me squirm and wriggle on the floor, because there was a part of my mind, even then, that wanted to get away from the pulling, straining sensation. It was like something was being drawn from me, pushing out from me, something that should not have been there, but…I could do nothing about it.

Not that I couldn’t do anything. That I could do nothing.

To me, there was a difference.

“Please… Oh…”

Arousal burned and I swore I climaxed then – not from my cocks, but normally, my sex clenching, rippling. Yet it was hard to tell with so much going on at once.

It didn’t matter. I was just too weak, too helpless, useless. And yet it surged through me like a deep sense of being present, as if the truth of myself and who I was had come through.

Maybe that was true and maybe it was not. But the succubus had control as I whined, cocks rubbing against the floor, trying to find my new centre of balance. But I couldn’t even sit up, bending at the waist, my breasts still plumping out there, bigger and bigger, bigger around than serving plates.

“Ohhhhh… I… That feels…”

I wanted to say, even then, aching for it, desiring it, panting for it. But the succubus’ smirk struck fear into my heart, the words dying on my lips.

And, as it turned out, I wouldn’t get the chance to even say anything aloud ever again. That didn’t matter, because it was all out of my control, my cock legs throbbing as they drooled and shot off more and more cum. One orgasm tugged my attention away and I almost missed the strange start of my tongue going limp.

“Mmmph? Hmm-mmm-hmmm!”

I tried to move it, panic gripping me, an iron band around my chest, seething and clenching. What was happening? But, that time, and every time to come after it, I could not even ask Sylvia what was happening.

“Go on, pet,” she laughed, seeming to come a little more malicious and demonic still, now that I was devoid of comprehensible speech. “Try again… Go on. Oh, you do make the most delightful sounds!”

I tried to wiggle my tongue, though it felt numb and hung limply, fuzzy as if I had woken up after a night of heavy drinking, not quite myself. Yet it was not that but something far darker as it thickened very slowly, twitching. That twitch did not come from me, however, not as the succubus waggled her fingers at me mockingly, her smirk deepening.

She must have been hiding her true nature before, doing something to coerce me into going along with it. I didn’t know how to make sense of it all, though I did grunt and groan and try to thrash and wiggle about on the floor, discomfort pushing from my mouth. At first, I thought that I would not be able to breathe, even though I was breathing through my nostrils, but panic was a funny thing like that, taking my mind from the reality of it and twisting everything.

That didn’t make the loss of my tongue growing and swelling, making me choke, any better. Nothing could make it any better as I was gripped by the want to grab at my throat and face and was reminded, all over again, that I didn’t have any arms.

As if having hands would have made it any better…

My eyes strained, trying to see, feeling as if even they were bulging, though I drooled around the new thickness of my tongue as it swelled and bulged into something even more familiar. She took the chance to distract my attention by adding more cocks behind my shoulders, where the breasts that had been my arms emerged from, waggling and waving, though the shooting, sharp transformations were biting in the discomfort of skin pulling too quickly.

“Nnnggghhh…”

Was that the only sound I was ever going to be able to make again? The horror of it snapped at me and I closed my eyes, squeezing out tears. No words, only sounds, a blob of cocks, breasts, balls… I was only then starting to truly understand, even in part, how Gale must have ended up, though I didn’t think I would see her. Maybe I would feel her, but there was nothing certain, not as I drooled around my tongue, the thickening flesh of it rising, swelling, smoothing out and losing the tastebuds.

My jaw didn’t feel right, not as my mouth opened wider to take a thicker tongue, pushing out, torturously slowly, from between my lips. I didn’t want to acknowledge that it was a cock, wedging my mouth open wider and wider, but I had to, sooner or later, as the head grew more defined, shoving itself from between my lips with the thickening flare waving before my eyes.

“Mmm! Puhhhhhhtthhhh… Mmmmmhmmm…”

“Sorry, what was that?” Sylvia said, cupping her hand to her ear as if she could try to hear me more clearly that way. “Speak up, dear.”

I tried again.

“Nnghhhohhh! Mmmggguuuhhhhh!”

Sylvia laughed and clapped her hands at my predicament! If there was ever something that made me feel more worthless, helpless to stop her, not even sure whether the succubus had “needed” my permission at all or not…that was it. That was definitely it as my tongue sprouted outwards, further and further, longer and longer, shockingly long!

It was longer than any tongue had any right to be, coming from a mouth like mine, thick and waggling, the horse cock slowly protruding in mostly pink flesh, though I almost went cross-eyed trying to see the base of it. More cocks and breasts popped up on my back and sides, just above the plump balls of my buttocks, though I was losing more and more shape to my body, growing and collapsing in on myself at the same time. Breasts bulged and cocks swelled, some even jetting off slick ropes of cum as they grew, not even fully formed before they exploded viciously. The orgasms came too quickly for me to differentiate one from another, but I had to focus, I had to take it in, the burning, simmering heat clawing at me.

Too much demanded my attention and, still, through it all, I wanted to give it, I wanted to feel it.

If Gale was okay, in the end, perhaps I would be okay too. I had to believe that, clinging to what little hope was permitted to me, though it was not as easy as all that.

It was a false hope, but who was to say that, at that time? Who was to tell me otherwise as my cock swelled out and out, until it was as long, protruding from my mouth entirely unbidden, as my arm had been in length before? My mind grappled with trying to make sense of it all, though the horse cocks flared and climaxed and climaxed and climaxed.

No matter how horrified I was, there was always more pleasure to be had, something more to snatch my attention in messy lust. I moaned and whimpered, shifting my weight, though even that ability seemed to be lost to me. I thought I moved, kind of, but it might just have been the shift of my growing breasts, the ones protruding from my back, lumpy and bumpy, making me feel like I was lying on a mattress that was never meant to be comfortable.

“Oh, don’t you worry,” the succubus said, stepping in closer to stand over me, though she seemed to be using some of her magic to make sure that none of my cum splashed on her. “It’ll still feel good. Forever…”

Was that a threat or a promise? My eyes watered and I grunted, trying to talk through the cock that was my tongue, a tongue cock… I didn’t know what to call it. It would never taste anything like a tongue or move food to the back of my mouth like a tongue… I couldn’t even waggle it back and forth, the cock tongue bouncing and flexing entirely of its own accord as cum pulsed down it. I didn’t know from where it was drawing semen from, though it shot across the room anyway, adding another splatter to the furniture.

Hopelessly, I turned my cheek, looking at the mirror, though it was harder and harder to even see myself in it, cocks bobbing and swelling, spurting across my vision. Those shafts protruding from my face drooped between orgasms, though never truly softened. And the greatest problem about seeing my reflection came in the splatters of thick cum across the mirror, dripping down, showing just how much my needy balls had produced even though I felt like I should have been satisfying that need.

It was at that point that I realised, truly, that my orgasms were endless. My cock tongue flared, the flare the biggest of all the cocks on my body so far, thickening up even more within my mouth. My jaw ached and strained and tears ran from my eyes, though I couldn’t do anything about it, trying to wriggle and not getting anywhere. As the flare grew, it jetted off a stream of cum that went on and on and on, waves of ecstasy rolling through me, despite every other orgasm trying to drag my attention away from that one.

Sylvia laughed, her amusement echoing in my ears, though it felt as if I was fading away from it, becoming less than I had been, not even a woman anymore. There was still my hair, yes, but there were more breasts and cocks swelling across my head, the dullness of the prickling aches of them growing overcome by pleasure. It was hard to focus on those uncomfortable, straining sensations when everything else was so much more dominant. My body even tried to swipe with my hands, to push at discomfort, still caught with the phantom feeling of imagining that my arms were still there, still attached to my body.

Even though they weren’t.

Even though they would never be again.

Sick fear twisted in my stomach, standing out against the arousal. Hot and cold could come together like that, my tongue itching as it waggled, the medial ring thicker, my hair seeming to suck back into my head, purely as there were too many cocks and breasts there to take up the space. Balls throbbed to life too and I tried to moan weakly, even around my cock tongue, which filled my whole mouth and forced me to breathe through my nose roughly and harshly, the intense desire of those yanking my attention away.

“Gale didn’t like this one either…”

I caught Sylvia’s voice dimly, though did not respond, only blinking, my eyes half-lidded. Cum dripped down my face.

“You will handle it admirably though, I am sure…”

I didn’t know what that meant, blinking rapidly, though the succubus was suddenly in front of me, crouching down as if to get a better view. Cum dripped down the magical shields that she used to keep herself clean from my many juices, my eyes watering, though they didn’t feel right.

“Mmm?”

I made hardly a sound around my cock tongue, but the oddness of my eyes watering dragged my attention to them. Inadvertently, my stomach lurched and my breath caught, unable even to focus on anything else as drops of cum oozed from my eyeballs…

The succubus smirked.

Oh no…

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The mirror would no longer be my guide as my eyes blurred, cum dribbling down my face from them as my tears turned to cum, all that I would be good for going forward. There was no loss of colour and I struggled, feeling as if I was thrashing and throwing my body all around, heaving back and forth, though all I did was vaguely jostle in place.

My eyes… No! I needed them to see! I screamed and howled around the muting force of my cock tongue, though it felt as if my mouth was already locked around it, with just how much room it took up in my mouth. No mouth, no eyes… No voice! There was no way at all for me to scream at the succubus to stop, though I finally realised right then and there that Sylvia had never intended to stop. Heat flooded me and I would have bucked and twisted if my body was not so heavy with so many new body parts, devoid of strength. The only energy I had left was for orgasm.

My vision blurred and blurred and my groin tightened through orgasm, losing myself, even as I tried to keep my eyes open, my eyeballs themselves bulging into horse cocks. Somehow, I couldn’t say how for I was not the one with magic, I retained my vision for much longer than possible, eyes streaming with cum tears. My lower eyelids were what blurred my vision completely, my last sight that of huge, swollen horse cocks pushing from my eyeballs, taking substance from my eyeballs, Sylvia in the background – and then everything was gone.

The darkness scared me, though it was still not the most frightening thing as I fought, some huge part of me wanting to get my hands between my legs, even though I didn’t have any legs anymore. The cocks waggling from the back of my head squashed in around the growing breasts there too, but all I could feel was the weight of my lower eyelids, how they inflated into fat, heavy balls – a pair for each eye.

“So erotic… Doesn’t it make you want to cum?”

Oh, how she knew it. She knew how much I wanted to scream in orgasm and fear, both at the same time. I didn’t know how, not as it all swept me away, forgetting myself, sensation the only thing that I could lean on. It would be my best guiding sense, though my ears were still there, muffled and the rubbing caresses of new body parts making it hard to hear.

It was as if I was dropping away from everything, thinking that I was lying there on my back, but I was still not quite sure. There was pressure…somewhere. But it was hard to orientate myself without eyes, the bulging pulse and swell of my horse cock eyeballs rising as heavy nuts spilt from my lower eyelids. The top ones seemed to be absorbed by the horse cocks, blending seamlessly into them.

Without eyes, sensation was my guide, seeming so much more potent as the medial rings plumped up from my cock eyes, the balls filling and heavier and heavier with seed. The skin swelled and stretched, feeling so thin and so tender, all so I wanted to bring them up and cradle them, to care for them and to adore my own body.

Maybe I felt less real as the cocks plumped out, able to feel every, horrifically slow detail growing, how the flares throbbed with blood, a little large with every pump of magic. Even the smoothing out of the skin down the length of the eye cocks was something that my attention had to be drawn to, grunting around my cock tongue, not real, not human.

Something else. I was something else, someone else. And I could never go back.

I tried to blink reflexively, but even that was taken from me. I still had a neck, though there was a horse cock jabbing me underneath my chin and another set of breasts swelling to claim it, turning my head back and forth. It did not clear the darkness from my eyes, however, and straining only made the tug of skin around the base of those cocks worse. It pulled in ways that it never should have, though the succubus must have taken those remaining facial muscles from me too, around my cock eyes, as I wasn’t able to do it anymore.

Those muscles were not needed. Not from an orgasm machine, a body that was only destined, forevermore, to produce more and more cum, to be intoxicated, enticed, all by itself.

The transformation curse settled over me, balls resting heavily on my face, awkwardly lying over one of the other cocks that had erupted from my cheek. Left with nothing more than a pair of twitching horse cocks emerging from where my eyes had been, no eyelids to speak of, I stopped trying to look around. The darkness was not a friend, striking a deeper, hot flush of fear into me, showing me further depths of fear that I could fall to, as the moments passed.

I panted heavily, dimly aware of the prickle of magic, how I felt like I was sucking in on myself, the waggling cocks that had been my fingers, once upon a not-so-fairy tale, nothing, so much of nothing. I could not even be surprised as my mouth closed around the cock tongue, everything tightening, feeling like there was no moisture left in my mouth.

Did I struggle? Oh, that was difficult. I couldn’t tell, not at all, and it was the lack of knowing that struck me more than anything else, grunting, trembling where I lay.

The succubus was saying something, but I couldn’t think of that. It didn’t matter anymore. That outside world was no longer for me as I submitted to it, the roaring heat of lust. There was a relief in giving in, despite the bite of anxiety, the fear, howling, whimpering, though the beast of it within me would do better to be cowed. It was helplessness, the freezing that came at the point of no return for a prey animal, yet I did not drift away in a way that meant that I couldn’t feel anything anymore.

I felt everything as my mouth shrank around my phallic tongue, balls bulging. They felt like they were bulging within my cheeks, but it only took me a moment to realise that they were inside my cheeks and on the outside too. They filled the remaining space as my mouth fused with the cock tongue, closing my throat with a tight suctioning of lust. If I moaned, no one would hear it. There wasn’t even room for any reverberations when I tried to let out a cry, even if just to know that I could hear my groans still.

“Now, now… You’re so close to being like Gale,” the succubus said, drawing me back to reality. “All of this has been done to Gale and you will look just like her, when I’m done. By dawn, your pretty face will be even more bustling with horse cocks and their straining, bulging balls, so delightfully so. No one will recognise that you even were once human.”

The succubus paused as my heart pounded wildly, as if she was considering something more. But even if she could see into my mind, I could not see into hers, entirely at her will.

Maybe I was really the lamb before the lion. Despite my fear, I no longer cared.

My face was heavier and heavier, though there was more to cum, my neck feeling fat as another breast nuzzled seductively up against the other. I fought to breathe, feeling like my neck was too tight, yet found that, even though I still had nostrils, I did not need to keep breathing. The succubus had sustained me in that way too.

Maybe that was a good thing.

Maybe that was a bad thing.

Maybe that was a thing that didn’t matter at all.

I was only a thing, either way.

I could feel the skin pulling on my face, though that was my only indication, truly, of which direction gravity flowed in. Everything was just so heavy, as if I was being pinned in place, but there were no more limbs for me to control. Even my neck weakened, forcing me to keep what was left of my head down, though it did not matter. Nothing mattered, my energy focused on orgasm after orgasm, grunting and groaning soundlessly, only sounds rising in my head. It would be a quiet world, in terms of my voice, though it faded even within my mind.

Words were not for me. Not when I could replace them with throbbing horse cocks. The aroused part of me wished, desperately, that I knew what I looked like, the drooling, dripping members, how they plumped up quickly at the point of climax for jets of cum. They were constantly in motion, even those that were growing strained and pulsed, aching almost painfully. There could have been too much pleasure in my body so it had to be sorted out into a different sensation, one way or the other, resulting in pain.

The throbbing, dull ache bit at me, though I relaxed into it, fading lightly. My face felt like it was turning my right cheek into the carpet, horse cocks jabbing into it, squashed and bent awkwardly to the side. But it was not for me, not anymore, to be comfortable. It was not needed. I was just an object, still living, not breathing…though some of the functions of my organs still worked. I didn’t think they needed to.

My face bulged. I didn’t think there was a spare inch of skin left there, though I did notice that it was all cocks on the front side of my face, along with the horse balls. They swelled and inflated, as if the succubus was going to make them so larger that they had to be squashed out between the many cocks, but they would find a way, one way or the other.

They wobbled, brushing up against one another, and I moaned silently. Heat blistered through, all that I was left with, orgasm tearing and ripping, cutting my reality in two. From the old reality, I was forced to step into the new one, the pulsating horse cocks jetting off load after load of cum, drooling down my body, splattering across breasts and cocks and balls, everything alike.

My nose itched and my nostrils sealed over softly as a pair of balls descended from them, though, in a way, it was only fitting that my nose became a horse cock too. It plumped up quickly, feeling larger than the rest, though I quivered with lust at the feeling of not being able to see, to know. It could have been the biggest, slickest cock of them all – and I would never know, feeling the cool of the mirror against one of my cocks and unable to do a damn thing about looking into it.

In a way, due to the heaviness and swinging, bobbing weight, my face felt numb, tingling at the base of the horse cocks, though the pleasure mounted and mounted. It was as if it was all trying to spiral out of my control, grunting and groaning, rising in the back of my throat with powerful insistence.

Did I have a throat? Experimentally, I tried to swallow, but felt nothing. There was sort of a reflex still there, but I was distracted by the weight on my face, how I was no longer myself.

So weighed down… I couldn’t even squirm anymore, as if every drop of strength, finally, had been sapped from me. Not taken from me, limb by limb, but more deeply, a way that had me grunting thickly, silently, a horse cock monstrosity that only lived for her next orgasm.

Yes… Yes, that was what I’d always wanted, what I still wanted, heart leaping, shoving away the fear. I couldn’t do anything about it, sinking into sweet ecstasy, trying to guess from which cock I would climax next. Even counting them – one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve – oh! No, no, no, there was no point! With so many climaxes slamming through me, I couldn’t even count, losing that ability, stripping even my cognitive function purely from the sheer, raw force of the orgasms.

Maybe it was better that way. Even as my body thickened with more breasts, filling in all the empty space, skin stretching and aching and pulling to allow more balls to grow too, it was easier to let the fear go. It lingered, of course, in the back of my mind, but I didn’t want to consider it too much, not when there was no going back. What was I going to do – fight it? There was no fight left in me, only peaceful acceptance. I was concerned, yes, but it was better, at least for me, to press into the arousal, to let my body quiver and spurt and drool, lust throbbing through.

A pulsating mass of sexual organs, my mind raced, though I felt like I was blushing. Where would I even blush? Patches of heat crawled over me, for I no longer had a face and I relished that, releasing myself to the fantasy made reality, trembling and shuddering as if I was panting heavily. I was not able to move, trapped within the mass that was my body, though my phantom limbs were still there, cock legs trying to buck and thrust me up – but there was no longer any muscle in them to do so.

My mind didn’t know that, attributing limbs where they were none, so many cocks added to me that, even without being able to see myself, I felt like a kinky porcupine. That would have been a good line to add to a roleplay… Yet there was no roleplay that I would ever again engage in, just the fetish reality of my life.

I settled in deeper to myself, satisfied, in a way. It had to be done, had to come through, a woman… No, not a woman. A thing. A thing incapable of movement, speech or sight: in that order. I would remember it forever as she filled in every spare space on my body, but it was the climaxes that swelled, roaring even more than before. They snarled and clawed at me, demanding attention, one after the other crashing through, more urgent than they had been before.

“Yes… Give in to it,” the succubus advised, her voice cooler, somehow more distant. “This is your life now. You’ll be with Gale soon and… Oh, there’s no need to talk to you anymore, is there?”

And then there was silence. I wasn’t even a person to her anymore as breasts squeezed in on one another, the skin taut and taking up every inch that it could, as if they were about to pop. But that was just the sensation that Sylvia gifted me with, a throbbing pulse heralding yet another orgasm, allowing me to love everything, all without guilt, even if without fear. For the arousal was there, regardless of everything, and it had never been something that I could have, ever, set aside and ignored.

It had always been my destiny, even though I had not known it before, to let my fantasies come to life. I had not known and yet being a twitching, orgasming blob of flesh was all that I was good for, all that my life was destined to be, my mind intact, reeling and yet…settling too. It pulled back and drifted into a part of me where I could relish in the throbbing pulses of orgasm, just how ecstasy swept me, dragging me under, claiming me. It could have been the release of not being able to do anything about it, but I didn’t care. I was there anyway, all as I quivered helplessly, always orgasming, always dripping in my own cum.

The heat of the succubus’ power poured into me as I quivered and trembled, though, even then, I could not be sure just how much I was vibrating before her. I wanted more, yes, so much more, accepting, with what limited function I had left, though worry bristled, trying to ruin the experience for me.

Don’t worry, my thoughts said, popping up as if they were separate from myself in reality. You’ll have plenty of time to get used to it.

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The rest of eternity, in fact.

*

Sylvia

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Even when I was done transforming Ember, when every bare part of her body, the clothes tossed away where they would no longer get in the way, I wasn’t done with her. Every part of her that I had left there, from the new cocks and balls to the breasts, could be bigger, could be more sensitive, forcing her to lose herself. Maybe, in time, she would break even more than Gale, though I wanted to ensure her full mental capabilities and functions were intact, so that she could experience the full delight of cursed transformation. As I forced her balls to swell, popping out from between breasts, dangling and swaying even as the many cocks jetted off, I’d already given her all the embellishments to her identity that she could ever need also.

And Ember had given me something very important too.

Ember’s home was much, much nicer than mine, even though I did enjoy the central position of my little bookshop. It would surely allow me a space to lure in more victims, in times to come, though I would need to choose them carefully if I was to not attract attention. Humans were so very funny with things like unexplained disappearances, though that, frankly, was very much a “them” problem. It should never have been my problem, despite them making it an issue for me.

I wanted them all, after all that. I would have more, those that wanted such transformations, though perhaps not permanently, and those that had never considered such things in their lives. Oh, those would be the most delicious to take, I thought to myself, though I was quite sure that none of this would have even happened if not for Gale coming into my life. If I had not come across Gale, that day in the bookshop, perhaps I would never have found that side of myself.

I was grateful to her for that, though Gale already had everything that she needed. I didn’t need to thank you.

My small flat above the bookshop would serve as an extra base, though it was easy to hire a team to move my belongings and what little furniture I thought would fit into Ember’s large home. Her house was detached with a garden, tall hedges around the outskirts and trees offering me further privacy. It looked down on the other, wealthier, houses on the side of a hill, like the valleys in more prosperous areas. Truthfully, it was a sign of wealth and luxury to even have a home at any altitude around there, considering how flat the land was otherwise. The city was not too far away, but far enough that I didn’t have to concern myself with it. There would be victims there, all for me, but I didn’t have to entrap myself in the bustle of a fast-moving world when I preferred taking the time to move forward, one step at a time.

Of course, I brought Ember and Gale with me into Ember’s house, setting them up with a new room and a magically enforced shield around it. They didn’t deserve, after all, to be come upon by anyone that did not understand them and would be frightened by them, even though I was quite sure that I could deal with any intruders, any problematic work people that saw things that they shouldn’t.

The deed to the house was passed into my name in a simple sale, all signed and legally done. A little magical influence to get the signatures down and get the witnesses to say that they had seen Ember sign when, of course, she had not been able to do, well… That was by the by.

They became practically a water feature all by themselves, spurting and quivering the whole time, day and night. The two orgasm organisms didn’t see time in the same way that I did, but I made sure that they were close enough to touch sometimes, forever trapped in spurting, frantic climaxes.

Their cocks jetted off at random, painting the walls and floor of the larger room with cum, spilling forth, dripping and drooling. Every drop had to go somewhere, as before, so I had, once again, made use of the grate. It was a good way to make sure that everything could be cleaned away and made it so that they did not have to take up all that much of my attention.

My next victims, somewhere ahead, lay waiting for me. I needed to take them, staring out across the lit-up houses, lights shining through the windows of people that had no idea that I was out there, not at all. Maybe there were more, closer than I realised, that might like to be transformed, to give me that desperate arousal, at the point where it collided with the fear. Even though I wanted to know what true fear and horror would feel like, tasting it on the tip of my tongue through the connection of forced transformation, those that might have wanted it also, well… They were what drew me the most.

Or maybe that was just something I was telling myself, just warming up for the moment, finding out just how far I was willing to go.

Not even I knew. Not as I sat on the sofa, leaning back in my human form with my glasses perched on my nose, a smile quirking my lips. That kind of smile would never reach my eyes. Neither did it have to.

Combing through the message board, the old forum and the IM service, the one with all the different channels and servers and “rooms” – I’d have to get more used to that kind of thing – I found others already. So quickly too, those that were passionate about horrifying, cursed transformations, though there looked to be a fair number that liked the idea of cocks and balls. Horse cocks and balls, specifically.

Perverts…

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But they were the best targets. Looking for those that knew both Ember and Gale, I sipped at a glass of blood red wine, enjoying my time, the hunt as delicious to me as the prize.

It seemed that I had very much gotten a taste for transformation, after all…

And that was not a bad thing.