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Horrifying Transformation

Part three of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cheeseguy3412

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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!"

I knew I sounded desperate, but it was hard not to as another moan slipped from my lips, shuddering as I rubbed my cock fingers together, stimulating them. There was more than enough stimulation and pleasure there already, but I wiggled the cocks the best I could as they flared and ejaculated, cream dripping down my body, over what had been my hands, panting, huffing, wanting more.

“You're sure you know this…" Sylvia said. “This…is permanent. This is a curse. You'll be stuck like this forever. And my magic in you, Gale… It'll make it so your lifespan is no longer limited. This will be an eternity for you. No endpoint."

She took a breath. I quaked.

“This is forever."

And I wanted it, squeaking out my assent, nodding haplessly. A climaxing, helpless mass forever? Yes, oh, yes… Screw the fear, it was needed, it was all that I had ever wanted.

I didn't dare say anything more, just nodding, for fear of breaking what she knew to be true of me, of my moment, of the transformation that was going to change my life beyond anything that I could ever have imagined. I didn't know if she'd be willing to do all that I asked, but as long as I could speak, I was more than willing to shelve what little pride I had had in the first place, all to get through to that sweet divinity of transformation.

Perhaps she had been listening better than I had expected, a tilt to her head and a contemplative look in her eyes, as she continued without me. Without me even needing to prompt her.

It was a good sign, albeit a terrifying one.

I didn't have to ask more specifically about the next transformation, even though it was something that I had, inadvertently, already told the succubus that I had wanted. She was smarter than me, after all, working through my words to find the truth within, how deep those dark desires of mine were twisted up in my psyche.

My legs throbbed.

I whimpered as my legs grew thicker, fatter, softer… Oh, it was a strange feeling, so very strange, as if my body was turning to mush, even though there was more substance to my legs than before.

“Ohhhhh…"

“Do you really like this?"

I moaned again. The succubus didn't have to ask, not considering how obvious I was about everything, how my tongue would have lolled from my mouth if it had been long enough to do so. I wanted that too to be a cock tongue, a wiggling horse dick that was constantly thrusting and flopping and filling my own mouth with my seed. Fuck, that was hot, even though I knew that that fantasy would make me unable to talk.

I shuddered, shoving down the flutter of panic in my chest. It was harsh, too much, overwhelming, as if the fantasy was about to push me under, drowning and panicking and clawing for the surface all over again. Was it too much? Did the succubus know something about all of it that I didn't? I didn't know, but I didn't think there was more to it than it all being a curse and permanent. What more could I have to worry about?

The way that my legs, very slowly, thickened and fattened, losing the bone, wobbling, dropping me to the ground… That was scary though. That made me think about things, panting, heaving, my breasts wobbling with every gulp of air that I strained and raked into my lungs. That made me wonder if I was, indeed, pushing things too far, if being debilitated without even any legs to carry me around was too much.

I clamped my mouth shut, however, determined not to let any of those worries out. It was what I had dreamed of, what I fantasised about, what every waking moment where I was not distracted was consumed by. If it had dominated my thoughts to such an extreme extent, it was real, it was what I wanted. My friends, perhaps, would wonder what had happened to me, but my connections to the social aspect of the world around me seemed faded and weak, as if they were already drifting away.

Maybe, even then, I was coming to accept the terms of the new life that I had plunged into headfirst, everything happening so quickly that I had hardly had a chance to draw a full, knowing breath, taking the time to consider everything that I had asked of the succubus.

My dress was hard to get down my legs, but, frankly, it wasn't staying in place, not as my feet bloomed, too big to my shoves, making me kick and wiggle them off before my cock feet got stuck in them. At least the dress was down halfway already, at my hips, so I only had to shove my wiggling cock fingers down the front to hitch it over my hips, from which point it could slide down more easily. I was only glad that I hadn't chosen that day to cover my skin with tights or similar, though the thought of my cock legs bursting through like fat sausages too plump for their skins was alluring too.

If I didn't fit in my clothes anymore, even in my transformed state…what would that make me? If my body was no longer suited for clothes, if I could no longer even be recognised as Gale? I trembled and moaned, but another orgasm distracted me. I didn't even know which cock it was that spurted that time, grunting and groaning, losing myself in the erotic pulse, the twitch and the ache rippling through desperately.

Every throb claimed my attention more and more, moaning loudly, kicking weakly, though I only managed to just about kick the dress off entirely due to the slow transformation of my legs. Maybe they took a lot of energy to transform? Oh, but it didn't matter, not as I grunted and groaned. I didn't need to know the specifics behind it and it both horrified and blossomed through me at the notion that I would not need to know because I was going to be nothing more than a climaxing blob of genitalia.

Soon. Very soon.

I only had to consider that, only that. The end goal, the feel of my shoes kicked off, flung off in other directions, though I didn't care where they ended up. There was not enough mass in my legs, as they were, for the transforming cocks, though I leaned back against a chair that I hadn't noticed before, moaning. My underwear was still in place, though that was all the least of my worries. The succubus must have seen worse than me before, much worse, but I was not worried, not in the slightest, not about my nudity.

Where my legs were going, however… That was another question. I whimpered and wiggled my legs, shuddering through yet another orgasm, though sometimes it was hard to tell if the climaxes had progressed to my pussy or not, or if it was just the cocks, the many, many cocks. The dick nipples were just as active, cum slickly sliding and dripping down my tits as they ejaculated, though I could only assume that the balls for those were located within my actual breasts. It was the easiest thing that would make sense there, where they were able to direct seed to my cocks, but I thought that there might have been some even more sensitive patches on my breasts as a direct result of that.

That was hot… That made me want to rub my dick fingers over my tits even more, though it was kind of like using tentacles to caress my body – tentacles without muscles or even bones in them. I couldn't direct them very well, even if there was still a bone in my arm and my usual muscles, though I moaned, leaning into it, the sensation, seeking out the sensitive spots. Sometimes I managed to brush them and other times I missed, but there was pleasure there, grunting, panting heavily.

The weight in my legs grew and grew, passionately bulging a kind of slow-burn transformation. But I liked it being slow. It wouldn't have been as fun for me, possibly, if it had been quick and sharp, a snap of the fingers and, bam, I'm transformed. I wanted to feel everything, to wiggle my toes, even as I panted heavily, watching my bare feet recede.

Together, my toes pressed, leaving me with an odd sensation of my feet becoming something like mittens, but it was not clear, not even then, what they were. Would my feet become cocks separate to my legs? The not knowing was as enticing as the transformation itself, panting and whimpering, letting sensation after sensation wash over me.

My skin prickled and tingled, but it was not straight-up arousal that time, not when it came down my legs. There was a pulling sensation as my legs filled out, my thighs larger than they had been, but there was no longer an obvious joint for my knee and my calves had to get bigger too, along with my ankles. I wanted to see more, though I felt so weak that all I could do was slump back against the chair, vaguely trying to hold myself up with my head skewed off to the side, restricted by the changings of my very own body.

But sensation… That was something that I could feel. That was something that I could lean into, my toes gone, the flatter, equine-shaped cock tip aching and dropping. I was shocked to find it drooling even then and jerked my cock leg back and forth, wiggling it in the air. It didn't help me come to terms with anything as much as I had hoped it would, but that was by the by, especially as I grunted and groaned, leaning back.

My buttocks too… I had felt the flesh shivering and rippling, but it was hard for my mind to jump all over the place from one sensation to another as my buttocks filled out. It was as if they were just becoming fatter, at first, though they rounded out, squashing, filling out with cum. The transformation was different there as the substance was used from my own rump to make them larger and fuller, aching with need to cum, though they separated too. For I could not have one ball for each cheek, surely, when I had two leg cocks, no. I needed two big, squashy balls, feeling the pressure of them on the floor, for each buttock, whimpering as I shook my head, heaving for breath at how soft and warm they were to sit on.

Oddly comfortable. In a strange way.

The skin tightened, blossoming with hot rises of flesh, cum pooling at the tips of my new cocks. They were the biggest ones, of course, on my entire body, though I wondered if the succubus would be bold enough to make any larger cocks on my body too. My arms, of course, had not been transformed yet and my fantasy did not include having joints in my arms, just giant, throbbing horse cocks that were constantly spilling cum. Orgasm would become my new reality, nothing other than swathe after swather of pleasure flowing through me. There would be ebbs and flows to it, of course, but there would never be a nullification of it, perhaps even seeking out greater and greater highs in the passion of it all.

It wouldn't be up to me. I loved that. I still do.

The succubus, however, was not idle. Of course, her attention was mostly taken up by my legs, though she focused on other parts of me too. My arms had come to my attention and, now, to hers too, shrinking slowly, so slowly that, at first, I didn't realise what was happening to them as a sense of weakness swam over me. I was still forced to keep my arms up from the breasts that had formed uncomfortably and awkwardly, reminding me constantly of their presence, under my arms, but they were something different. The notion of no longer having arms sent a rippling shudder through me, something clawing at the pit of my stomach. And yet I longed for the further transformations, so much more that my head spun and ached, passion flooding me, pulsing through.

“Ohhhhh…"

That was probably my longest, most drawn-out moan yet, sitting upright only by the good grace of the chair to my back. It was good though, so good, feeling my arms shrinking more and more, heartbeat by heartbeat. I needed it, ached for it, panted for it. Hell, I was no better than a demon myself, perhaps a more twisted demon of lust, but I didn't deserve to be exulted in that way. I was just a slut, a whore for my fantasies, everything becoming dirtier and more twisted by the moment.

Fear trembled through me as my arms shrank. I'd thought that they would end up covered in breasts, maybe even cocks too, but they pulled up higher and higher, commanding my attention. I whined plaintively, shifting my weight, but they shrank and shrank, bulging into huge breasts. The flesh of them swelled out, glistening with cum already as my cock fingers erupted once again, painting my own body in their cream.

They itched, strangely, though the succubus clearly did not think they were big enough yet, not as they plumped out further, bigger than the breasts on my chest, jostling as I shuddered until they twitched up to a size that had to be as large as my head. It was hard to think of it as anything else, my judgement on such things pushed off to the side, even as little bulges pressed forth from the flesh.

More cocks… Oh, it had to be as they itched and more penises, too many for me to count, all with their own ball sacks, sprouted from my arm-breasts – though the cock fingers were still there too, framing them. Everything bundled in together to one twisted writhe of convoluted sensation, panting and whimpering, the smaller dicks that emerged there pulsing and bucking into the space where my arms had been.

Armless. Cock fingers weren't good for much… I shuddered, whining softly.

It set the stage for what needed to be done in the loss of my legs, even if I didn't know it then.

I growled deep in the back of my throat, a raw, feral sound that pulled through, anxious to be let loose. That was all I was, panting, grunting, moaning. I wanted to be dirty, I wanted to be let loose, I wanted to lose my legs. As much as it made my heart pound in keen passion, there was a cold trickle down my spine too, my mind not knowing where to go, what to focus on.

It was too much!

I had to concentrate on something, anything, had to try, had to do something to cling to the moment, bit by bit, panting and heaving, whimpering, letting another orgasm ripple through me. Lust pounded and coursed, with every beat of my heart, but I was reassured by the drumming thrum of it, something with which to ground myself.

I had to remind myself, just a little, that it was what I wanted, as difficult as it all was. As hard as it was to feel my body fading, my arms shrinking in a mass of clustering boobs, my cock fingers receding closer and closer to my shoulders, it was what I wanted. Sometimes the best things in life were the most difficult to bear through and the ecstasy rippling and warming me through, from head to toe to cock to tit told me that it was needed, that it was good, even if it could by no means have been considered wholesome.

My eyes locked onto Sylvia's, heart lurching.

“Please…" I breathed, for I had to tell her, had to make it explicitly clear. “Please… Even when I can't talk anymore, even when I can't see anymore…keep cursing me. I want more, always more, I want everything that I've told you and more. So, please, don't stop, not even when I can't say anything. I only need to exist as a blob of sexual organs, no more than that. You'll find somewhere for me to stay, won't you? You will find somewhere for me?"

Sylvia paused, shaking her head, though it was in disbelief.

“This… This cannot be reversed. This is a goodbye to your life, your friends, your family. Is this what you are prepared for? Are you okay with this, truly?"

I nodded quickly, but I knew that the succubus would have to hear the words said aloud too.

“Yes, I want it, I promise you, this is all that I have ever wanted…since the fantasies began, of course."

It would have been weird to have been thinking about things like that, after all, while I'd been younger. And maybe my sexual awakening of watching very enticing anima that diverged into hentai quite often had been different to many of those around me, though I was not worried about it at all.

At least, that was what I told myself. It was easier that way.

Thus, the power was handed over to the succubus' hands, all in her power and her control.

Sylvia growled and rolled her shoulders back, stretching out her hands before her to crack her knuckles, to show off everything, taking a pause and a moment to collect herself. I supposed it was rather a big ask of her, but there was little more, even then, that I could do to help her with it. It was always, regardless of everything, in her power to refuse.

Did a small part of me want her to refuse? Did a small part of me think that I was doing too much?

No, no, no… I didn't want to go that far, I didn't want to take things that didn't matter into my mind. Despite the tightness in my chest and the curling of worry in the pit of my stomach, I knew it wasn't worth it. Better to consider my legs, the thickness of them, how my toes had shrunk entirely by that point, the medial ring starting to plump up and out on each leg. Those cocks appeared to be a smooth, uniform colour, a shade of grey, though the wrinkles of the cocks were a little slower to form, showing where the skin lay over the turgid flesh.

I tried to stand, even though I knew I could not, not able to stand on even the flat heads of the cock legs, staggering, wobbling, barely getting up before I collapsed and crashed back down again. Yet that turned me on even more, immobile, heaving, my arms having receded to such a point that they were useless, as if they had never been arms to begin with. I didn't think anyone from my past life would have recognised me even then as my legs swung awkwardly back and forth, my face mostly obscured. My hair even clung damply to the cocks where liquid had drooled forth and I grunted, shifting my weight back and forth, whimpering as I never had done before. I was even turning myself on and that was most certainly saying something…

My legs completed, settling into giant cock legs, huge equine dicks that drooled and drooled, as if they couldn't control themselves. But wasn't that the raw meaning of my body, grunting, orgasming, climax after climax rolling through, aching deeply. I had forgotten one thing, however, for they only creamed as my buttocks transformed into two pairs of huge, swollen, throbbing balls, aching so deeply that it was a wonder that I did not properly cum even as they developed.

Then and only then, with a nod from me, did the succubus move on into the more extreme transformations. I was along for the ride, having made sure, with my words alone, that she knew what I wanted, that I wanted her to keep going, that she knew exactly what I wanted her to transform me into. Only…I still didn't quite know what she had in mind for me, only the ideas that I had planted for her, telling her to go all out, to do everything to me. And that was the most taunting, desperate of thoughts in my mind.

The balls swelled, leaving me with no buttocks at all. I could not tell if there was any way for me to defecate anymore, but it didn't matter, because I didn't even think that that was going to be needed. My life was in her hands and she would take care of me, just as I had asked and so much more…

The balls were soft, giving a little more than the ones on the rest of my body, but maybe that was because there was no gravity to weigh them down while I was sitting on them. They squished and squashed from side to side as I groaned and rocked my weight on top of them, though my arms had receded all the way, my fingers, as cocks, wiggling from where my arms had been in the first place. Although there was still a stump of an arm there, it was just a wobbling mess of jiggling tits, swaying back and forth, impossible to see that there had been an arm or a shoulder or anything human underneath at all.

One thing after the other, distracting my attention, pulling me through. The succubus stretched out as if the exertion of her magic was taxing on her, though I wasn't so sure what was taxing in that regard, despite everything. It was surely worse for me to go through, panting, trying to rake air into my lungs, even my nostrils puckering and flaring with every breath I pulled into my lungs, hard-won with every snatch. I was the one that had to come to terms, in some sort of way, with taking everything in, with losing the use and function of both my arms and my legs, though my belly, down below the lowest pair of breasts close to my crotch, was still bare. I hoped the succubus would do something to that too, making it so that there was not a spare inch of bare skin left.

But it wasn't up to me, it was up to her. Though she surpassed even my wildest expectations, all in the best of ways.

“Now, for the next one…"

The succubus wasn't talking to me, as if my body was just that – a body. As if there was nothing more to me that could be conversed with anymore. Her brow furrowed as if she was concentrating more than ever, leaning forward a little more, her eyes fixed on me. Did I detect a bead of sweat on her forehead?

No matter… But why were my lips so numb? I licked them, smacking them lightly, but they were thicker and more unwieldy… I couldn't move them! Not properly anyway, not as the succubus focused every scrap of her energy and focus on me, as if I was the most important thing in the world. She must have taken her trades seriously, which I appreciated. She was, after all, giving me everything that I wanted.

It was my tongue. My heart pounded, blood roaring in my ears, though my ears didn't even seem all that important anymore. I tried to wiggle my tongue back and forth, though it was stiffer, lacking in flexibility, grunting around it in my mouth as my eyes widened sharply. Yet it was all that I wanted, even though fear was tangled right along in the depths of desire, the tip of my tongue bloating out fatter and fatter…though could I even really call it my tongue anymore? It almost did not seem right, did not appear to be fitting anymore.

No… Like so much of my body, it didn't need to be a tongue. It was a cock, just a cock, as it pressed up against the back of my lips, the upper and the lower, wagging stiffly back and forth.

I had no say in it, none of it, words gurgling around it as I drooled, struggling to swallow anymore, even with the pounding of my head. Oh, it was so good, so very intoxicating, despite the clawing fear that I shoved back and away. That had no place in my mind.

I didn't expect her to move on to taking my voice away though, letting me grunt and groan around the throbbing horse cock that my tongue was transforming into, my eyes widening in recognition. I had slumped down against the floor, no longer able to hold my body up, my muscle mass all off, one side heavier than the other, balls aching, spurting. A drool of cum flung down over my eye, but I didn't care, blinking it away, panting heavily, even as I tried to keep my mouth open as wide as possible. I just wanted to take everything in, the feel of the wetness of my tongue easing away, settling into the shape of a horse cock, though it was not the smallest one on my body. Those were still my fingers.

That cock burst from my mouth, insisting on space, taking up all the room in my mouth. It didn't allow me to breathe through my mouth anymore, not even as I hacked and gagged, twisting my head back and forth on my neck, one of the only parts of my body that, in a small way, still felt as if it was in my control. It was false, of course, but it was still something I could cling to.

I didn't know then that I had already spoken my last words, even if my life would continue. Even if I'd known back then, I wouldn't have honestly been able to say whether that was comforting or not… Maybe it was a bit of both? Horrifying and ridiculously, mind-numbingly arousing.

I wasn't in control. Why did I keep coming back, again and again, to the notion of control? I don't know, it was just where my head went, too many times over, wiggling the giant, thick length of horse meat as it sprouted from my mouth. That was perhaps the quickest of my transformations – the succubus could have gotten used to the type of magic that she was performing, for it was by no means anything that Sylvia did daily. I was almost sad that I wouldn't get the chance to talk to her again, the notion of my eternity pressing in on me desperately.

The balls, however, poured from the inside of my lower lip uncomfortably, pulling the skin down roughly, pushing out, thick and bulbous and heavy. There was no itching that time, only a sense of holding too much in my mouth at a single time, saliva pouring from my mouth, embarrassing me. It was so messy and yet I couldn't even hold onto that sense of embarrassment as I practically choked on the cock sprouting in place of my tongue. I could control it, though the saliva mixed with pre-cum as I hacked and gagged, though I still would not have changed anything back, a big part of me adoring it far, far too much.

I moaned, letting the cock tongue spill out, further and further, the balls making my lower lip sag, so heavy, the soft fold of my lip so very weak. There just wasn't anything that I could do about that, not at all, weak, helpless, at her will. It was just like one of the transformations that had been laid upon me in my many, many dreams, something that was commonplace to me, such as my lips and tongue, being twisted into insidious control.

I grunted, rolling my head back, but the weight of the cock still dragged me forward. It was so heavy that I couldn't even drag it back into my mouth. Was that going to be my life going forward? It drooled and splattered and I moaned, letting the orgasm build, the swelling of the balls hanging from within my lip making me feel rougher, more fragile than ever. My head swung forward with a weight on it that I could not control, whimpering, grunting, panting, hair clinging damply to the nape of my neck. I hadn't even realised I was sweating, yet the heated lust of it all, one way or the other, had to get to me.

The cock throbbed, my eyes trying to zero in on it as it hung down over my chin, throbbing, aching, the medial ring forming with a pull and a tuck of flesh. It was the most sensitive of all – or maybe that was just what I was thinking of every new transformation that came. I wanted lust and I wanted an orgasm, but I was lost without arms! It stripped me even of the crude desire to bring my shaking cock fingers to my face cocks and caress, but the wiggling, fat cock tongue seemed to take all that it needed anyway. Even the light brush of air against it was more than enough to get it throbbing and drooling thick cream, the head flaring even as it flattened out, at the peak of tipping over the edge into climax despite everything.

“Yesssssssth…"

It was not much of a cry, but I still, somehow, tried to talk as the cock that was my tongue throbbed and ached and spilt its load. The balls hung heavily, tingling with need, but my mind struggled to attribute certain sensations to certain parts of my body, mixing up hot with cold and back again. What was a prickle felt like an ache and what was a throb felt like a gentle stroke, fingers running over me, over and over again. There was no part of my body, even then, that was not touched by sensation, heaving and huffing and panting, my ball buttocks swaying back and forth. I'd almost forgotten about them, though it was hard to forget as soon as I wriggled my weight, the balls sagging to the side as I laid on my side. I wasn't even sure if it was accurate to call it my side anymore, not after all the changes and transformations that had happened to my body, everything beyond even my recognition.

No voice left. None at all. And the succubus was still there.

I swore I caught a flicker of trepidation in her eyes, but I could not linger there, no. I could not worry, shoving it down, pushing it away. If I ignored it, maybe it would make it not so, I thought to myself, though I should have known, even then, that there were far more daunting things to come for me. There would also be more than enough time for me to think too, in the future.

It happened quickly, though perhaps my attention was in the wrong place, lust coursing through, the throbbing of so many erections overwhelming me. A heavy spill of horse cock swelled from between the tits on my back, my sides, even my buttocks, balls added to them too, as if they were looking to fill in every available space on my body. It was sudden, too sudden, pulling me away from the lust of it as the skin stretched audibly to accommodate it. However, it only took my attention away from how heavy my eyelids were getting, how it felt as if I needed to close my eyes. What was wrong with me? I couldn't even blink, panting, trying and failing, yet couldn't even lick my lips as saliva pooled and spilt over in my mouth.

Oh…

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I shuddered. Oh, that was a big one. It took me until the horse cock weighed down on my eye, forming above it, closing the skin slowly, patiently, my eyes watering. It was as if I was squinting, though I couldn't help it, a tear running down my face.

Was it too much? My heart pounded and I grunted around my tongue, panic clawing at me. I couldn't let it drag me down, but there was no way, not even then, for me to shout at the succubus, to try to tell her that I'd changed my mind, that I wanted to turn back to normal, or at least to stop. Of course, I didn't really want that, but the prospect of really being blinded by horse cocks and my face turned into giant horse balls both aroused me beyond my wildest dreams and terrified me too.

I'd asked her already though, I thought. I had asked her to keep transforming me, to add more and more things, more dicks, more balls, more breasts, no matter what. There was no reason for her to go back on our deal unless she gave me back my voice in some way, but really…

“Mmmph! Ohhhhmmmmphhh!"

I tried to cry out, but I couldn't get any words out, blinking as my eyelids grew closer and closer together, the feeling of a weighty horse cock sprouting from above each eye overpowering. An orgasm ripped through me, though it only caught my attention that time because it was more powerful than the rest, both of my leg cocks throbbing and spurting and spending their load all over the floor.

The succubus seemed to take a step back from the mess that was me. Even though I wanted to go all the way, doubts and nerves had crept in, anxiety clawing at me, sinking in its teeth and shaking me back and forth as if I was some kind of wild animal to be devoured. Maybe the ecstasy, the rest of my life spent orgasming and losing myself, would reveal something more, something deeper about myself, a kind of passion that could only be found by being reduced to primary, primal pleasure.

I could only hope, but I was lost to it, especially as my eyes squinted closer and closer. There was no use in fighting in, no matter how many nerves churned in my stomach. I would have to grow used to it for my fate had already been set and sealed. That didn't, however, make it any easier to manage.

As the folds of horse cock and balls fell over my eyes, sealing over from above and below, I moaned, knowing that I could not go back. If I was blind and with my voice taken away too, there was nothing left to me that I could use, nothing at all that I could do. Beneath my eyes, a pair of balls swelled and throbbed, seeming to pulse with every growth spurt, the skin pushing out first in a stretch and almost a squeak of my body accommodating it, followed by a swell of cum filling them. The slosh of cum was what drew my eyes down hungrily through it, giving me something in which I could ground myself, despite my panting, heaving breaths.

And yet it was not just the eyelids that were transforming as the flesh of my face took on a new form. No… That was only the beginning as my vision wavered and distorted. I would have shaken my head if I could, but my vision faded more and more, all as I shuddered and tried to work it out.

For it was not just the skin of my face transforming, but my eyeballs throbbing, shifting, changing. It didn't seem possible, but, really, nothing that was going on there was strictly possible. My heart skipped a beat in raw fear, but I didn't want her to stop, not even as the weight of the bulging cock and balls, taking over each eye, strained through.

I couldn't blink. I didn't need to blink anymore. Just needed to be transformed, to be twisted and abused, as my vision faded increasingly, as if I was seeing the room before me, even my body, through a foggy lens. Dimly, I was aware of and could see more throbbing members sprouting from my face, blocking out more of my vision, and my heart almost seized for them. In a way, I still wanted to see, to enjoy that sense as part of the eroticism of it all. In another way, it was all part of my utmost desire to have that vision stolen too.

It was wrong…but so very right too.

I needed it still, despite everything, despite my worries, despite my doubts. Oh, god… I never realised how good it was going to feel, my head spinning, aching, warm through in the best and the worst of ways. The power of my orgasms was too great to set aside, grunting, whimpering, my cock tongue waggling plaintively, pathetically back and forth. My heart pounded and, even though my nostrils did not quite feel as if they were in their usual place on my face, I sucked in all the air I could. They must have been half-crushed behind a heavy pair of horse balls, but, as the last glimmer of light entered my eyes, I wasn't even able to watch it.

The balls and cocks took form from my eyeballs, startling me into a gasping breath, stealing away the last sight that I would ever have the world. My vision faded completely from the speck in the centre of my vision that had remained, darkening with the weight of the phallus and nuts eager to claim my sight.

No more would I see, not like that, my sense of touch having to take the place of such a thing. The cocks got the chance to really grow out from that point, sagging under their own weight, but they seemed hard and ready too, close to orgasm, from how they throbbed and dripped. The sensation of them was closest to me, in the forefront of my mind, from the fluttering tingle of the skin to how they forced my head forward.

I didn't know which way was up and which way was down. Was I lying? Without my eyes, my sense of where I was in the room was lost to me and I never again would see a single thing. Strangely enough, I breathed a little more steadily and easily once my vision was taken from me, as if that was what was needed to bring me back down to a more even keel. Thus, my fantasy was fulfilled, rendered an orgasm machine and no more than that, heaving and grunting, squelching in the drenching mess of cum that my body had already expended. Yet it all seemed to refill my balls as needed, repeatedly.

An orgasm machine. Unable to move, unable to speak, mumbling around the cock in my mouth. The cocks above my eyes spurted suddenly and I tried to jolt, finding that I was no longer able to even do that, only flinch in place. Already, time didn't have any meaning and the blossoming transformation surprised me. Things that should have been grounding for me flitted back and forth and my breath came in sharp snatches, even though the lack of sight was calming. That didn't make sense. Nothing had to make sense to me anymore.

And yet…there was more to come with my tongue. It had been wedged open lewdly by the cock for a while, but I did not expect the treat that the succubus graced me with. Grappling with my fate and the concept of my own existence while being reduced to an organic orgasm machine, my lips felt thick and heavy, pressing around my tongue.

Hm… That's weird…

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But I couldn't get my lips unstuck! I grunted and pathetically, so very weakly, tried to squirm, yet I doubted that I even managed to rock back and forth, losing the sense of myself. My lips sealed tightly around the cock that my tongue had become, no longer even allowing me to gulp and swallow, my throat tight, so tight, though it would no longer be needed for that kind of sustenance anymore. Maybe I would even exist from my cum, feeding it to myself, only so I could keep drinking it down?

Only time would tell… I thought I'd have plenty of it, my eyes streaming – though that was only another load of cum leaving the cocks that my eyes had become. Around my cock tongue, my mouth suctioned in around it tightly, shrinking and shrinking until there was a tight seal around the base of the cock, leaving only room for a pair of heavy balls. Those pressed out and into the back of my throat as if they were going to choke me, but it was with a subtle start that I realised that I didn't seem to have much of a gag reflex anymore.

Mmmph… Oh, that's…interesting…

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My thoughts seemed to come more dimly and sluggishly as my perception and awareness of the outside world was struck down, tightened into a range of being that only a creature of sex and sexuality, of simple existence, could understand. I might come to know of more in time, but, really, it was nothing that was all that important to me anymore.

The balls in my mouth, at the base of my cock tongue, swelled and filled out, fat and heavy, though they were cradled nicely by the remaining tissue of my mouth, if it could even be called that anymore. A body like mine was not a complete body either, not by any means, heaving, grunting, whimpering mutely around my sealed closed mouth.

However, my whole mouth sealed around the cock, flesh suctioning in around it in the deepest of caresses. My lips were nought but horse cocks and balls, sagging and wobbling, waiting on their next ejaculation, but I couldn't move the cock that was in my mouth… Or did I even have a mouth anymore, technically? Oh, that was all so confusing and arousing at the same time, huffing and panting sharply, grateful that I could still breathe. That was one thing that I didn't want done, not as my mouth and all that had been of it shrank away entirely, fusing with the phallus that was my tongue, the heavy balls at the back present, their weight felt noticeably.

With no mouth left at all, all there was where my mouth had been was a penis and a churning pair of nuts, eager to cum and spill all they had to show, my face a monstrosity of luscious equine phallic beauty. And it was better that way, so much better, trying to moan around it and, of course, no longer possessing the ability to. The skin pulled heavily around my face, jerking and jostling, squirming while I remained too weak and too helpless to do anything about it.

It was a good thing that I had asked the succubus to keep going even through everything, I thought dimly, though it felt like a soft kind of thought, punctuated by sharp orgasms, flooding me, pulsating pleasure rippling and coursing with raw delight. I might have genuinely begged her to stop if I had been permitted, for even though there was pleasure there was fear too.

Nothing more than climaxes, building and building until they reached their peak, lust trembling through me, again and again. Cocks sprouted from between the tits on my back, helping to fill in any extra space there was, even though there didn't feel as if there was any extra space left on me, no, not at all. They found a way, however, though some even sprouted from my breasts themselves, adding themselves where they pleased.

Pleasure, swamping me, dragging me under, gasping, flailing… Only, I couldn't flail anymore. Already dragged under, the beast of lust had me in her tenacious grasp and she wasn't keen at all to let me go now that she had me.

Caught by a demon who couldn't be reasoned with, who had taken away my ability to fight back… Mmm… I longed for it, exulting in it, yet my emotions were not as easy to regulate as even I might have liked. No… No, it was not that easy, not as I knew that the cocks replacing my eyes were my eyes, something better and something worse than my eyes.

Maybe I had gone too far, I groaned to myself, yet there was an exquisite sense of need in me, pulling deep, knowing that I could not go back. I grunted and tried to roll my head before realising that I could not do that anymore. I could not tell whether she was playing out a cock or a tit on my neck, but something weighed it down, my neck not so much shrinking but blushing out with flesh and mass that further worsened my condition.

My senses… Did I even have touch left? I wanted to panic, I wanted to heave and there was a part of me that even wanted to retch. But I could not, able to pulse my “face" around the cock in my mouth and little more than that, when it came to that part of my body and anatomy. Desperate for some tiny fragment of control, I tried to “suck" on the cock that was my tongue, though with the flesh of my mouth tight and closed all around it, I should have already known that it was impossible.

No swallowing.

No tasting.

No moving.

No blinking.

No seeing.

Only being.

Only feeling.

Only climaxing.

Forever.

I relaxed down into it. Sure, I could have said things, but…the succubus had done her job aptly, absolutely so. She had followed my instructions perfectly and I was left with the body that I had always wanted and the fate that I had always wanted. Of course, that had only been for a few years that I had wanted it, although it felt like forever. There just wasn't any sense of time left in me and, even then, I didn't know for how long I had been in the succubus' hold.

My mind wavered. Was she really a demon? Really someone that wanted to use and abuse me, to take advantage of a poor mortal that had no real whim or idea of what she was doing? The details seemed hazy, my mind constantly being dragged to orgasm after orgasm.

Oh, that was something I could lock onto, even though my mind was intact, lost somewhere between the realm of fantasy and the dream that had become my reality. The climaxes, how my cock seemed to tighten up before orgasm, before letting loose in a blissful spurt of thick, creamy cum. I must have been so virile and yet, in such a state, I could not even make use of that, a helpless, cum-spurting, orgasming mess.

My attention was dragged first one way and then the other, my sense of time warped. I didn't know if the succubus moved me, but there was still the sensation of more cocks filling out my body to cum, the breasts on my neck finally swelling beautifully, fat and heavy. The lust was needed, so beautifully, and I wished so very desperately that I could touch them, that I could use that sense to truly appreciate the beautiful monstrosity that my body had wonderfully become.

The succubus was not idle, making sure that I got everything that I wanted, or what she thought I wanted. It was all up for debate by that stage, present in my own mind and yet not quite there, experiencing life and reality differently to how I had experienced it before. I'd have to get used to that, though it settled me, softening the worry, the fear that had come with the most extreme facial transformations. In a way, I knew then that everything, despite the changes, would all be okay.

Cocks and balls sprouted on my head – oh, no, I'd gotten that wrong. Just a little, not in any way that mattered, but it was a giant pair of tits and another, not centred, beneath them, that came on the back of my head. The ticklish sensation of hair fell away, leaving me with the sensation of something being filled out, my head left intact beneath the surface, all so that my mind remained exactly where it was meant to be.

Sentient… Sapient… Knowing everything that happened to me and longing for more. Even then, however, I didn't think that there was any further that the succubus could go, not as my head bloomed, tits in the place of hair and a giant, drooping horse cock in the centre. Of course, I could not see it, but that did not matter, not as I let the heaviness of it flood me, locking in on my conception and idea of it, the wrinkles in the skin, how the head thickened a little more, the body of the cock wanting to cum, wanting to experience that raunchy delight of orgasm all for itself too.

It turned me on all over again to know that I could not stimulate that dick or even any other part of myself, to know that I was restricted. My physical form was nothing more than a blob and a mass of cocks, balls and boobs, every cock that of an equine, so beautifully and succulently shaped. They were all the sort of dicks that I might have liked to suck and adore if they had been on the body of another demon, perhaps one like the succubus, but I couldn't linger in that sort of thing.

My transformation… It was complete. The knowledge came to me with a judder that rippled through my entire form and set off my orgasms all over again, the cocks on what used to be my face particularly active. Of course, I didn't have hair anymore, not where it had been replaced by bulging, delicious breasts and a cock on the back of my head, but I did not miss the sensation of that clinging to my dicks. What I longed for was so much better than all that.

I never knew how much time passed, only that I existed. I was there, somewhere, wherever there was. I was climaxing, that much was a given. Sometimes it was all my cocks, delightfully, at once, and at other times it was one at a time. Sometimes it was even a handful at once and then others. As much as I tried to wriggle and worm my way closer and deeper into the delight, aware that my body was resting on something, there was no way to get there. Wherever I had been placed, there was a distinct lack of muscle in me, rendering me the helpless blob of orgasm-making machine that had always been my dream.

Yes… At least I could still think, my mind clear, happy and dazed, drifting sweetly. Yes, oh… So many cocks… So many breasts… So many orgasms… So many balls… Oh, make me cum again, yes… Please… Make me climax! I want it! I want it all!

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I could beg whatever inward god or pressure there was in my mind, but, well, they weren't going to do anything for me. They weren't going to be there in my mind to relieve me of my fate, the curse that the succubus had laid upon me. Oh, I hoped that she was pleased with her work too, for I most certainly was. Unable to move, I weakly flexed a few of my horse cocks with some intention, though even that took a lot of desire and muscle use that I didn't have. When it came to jerking my cocks weakly about, it was more forcing blood into them… Well, no, I didn't really know how it worked. I could make a small contraction in them to jolt and spurt cum all over the place, but that was about it.

The logistics of it and the mechanics… That sort of thing truly was beyond me. Which was for the best, really. I didn't need to know, I didn't need to think beyond the limits of my orgasmic existence.

I hoped that the succubus was taking care of me, Sylvia. Somehow, I knew that she was.

Continued in part four, the final part, from the succubus' perspective…