by John Dylena
“Oh god, what happened to me?” Chris said, sitting up on his bed.
“I don’t think I’ve heard of a guy passing out during the transformation,” Iotonna said. Chris looked over. She was sitting next to him.
“Transformation?” Feeling something tickle his neck and shoulders, Chris reached back and grabbed a clump of hair. He sat up straight, and the bounce on his chest tore his attention away from his long brown locks to the two mounds on his chest. “What the fuck?!”
“You like them? They’re Cs. I thought about giving you nice big bouncy Ds, but that would be overkill.”
“Oh my god, you turned me into a chick!”
“I figured a submissive slut like you needed the body to match. Now, how about we break that new body in?” Iotonna smiled as she stood up.
“What do you—oh god.” Chris stared at the cock that swung between the succubus’ legs. It was long and thick, bigger than the one he used to have.
“As good as anal is, a woman’s orgasm is in a league of its own,” she said, stroking her hardening dick. “So tell me, Chris—or should I say ‘Christina’—have you ever sucked on a cock before?”
Chris swallowed as he empathically shook his head.
“Good. Then tonight will be one for the record books.” Iotonna cracked her knuckles and did some quick stretches before climbing on to the bed. She put her hands on her hips as she knelt onto the mattress and looked down at Chris expectantly. “Well? It ain’t going to suck itself.”
“No…” Chris whimpered.
“No?” Iotonna said, raising an eyebrow. “Still defiant, are we? Well, I too like it rough.”
She grabbed a handful of Chris’ brown hair and pulled his face up close to the head of her throbbing cock. His pouty lips were inches away from the swollen crown and her smell filled his nostrils.
“Doesn’t it look tasty? I know you want to. Go ahead, slut. Wrap those lips around it.”
Why… why is this happening to me? he thought as he stared at the demon’s cock. And why am I so turned on by this?
Chris closed his eyes. Iotonna pulled his face closer until he felt it brush up against his cheek and glide over his lips. The succubus’ cock was hot and wet. Her whole body seemed to radiate heat.
“Come on, my little slut. Open wide.” She pressed her crown against his lips until Chris finally succumbed to the curiosity burning inside of him. He opened his mouth and Iotonna’s cock slid in. “Good girl.”
The succubus let go of his hair and rubbed his cheek as he moved slowly up and down her massive dick. He finally opened his eyes and looked up at her. She flashed him a smug smirk as she pushed her hips forward.
“Faster now,” she commanded. “I want to see you bob up and down on it like a whore.”
Chris’ body moved on its own, obeying the succubus’ commands. As he swallowed her tasty rod, Chris’ body grew hot. He gripped the sheets of the bed as the arousal flowed through him, and he shuddered as his virgin cunt dripped with liquid lust.
“Too slow,” Iotonna said, grabbing the sides of his head. She held him firmly in place as she took over, thrusting her hips forward and back, pushing her cock deeper and deeper into Chris’ throat until his nose pressed up against the skin below her navel.
He could feel it touch the back of his throat, but he didn’t gag. In fact, his throat opened up to accommodate for the larger-than-average shaft.
“Oh yeah,” Iotonna grunted. “Suck it, slut!”
She threw her head back and moaned, and using both hands, she pulled Chris’ head in as close as she could. He felt her cock twitch, and his eyes went wide as molten-hot cum erupted out of her cock into the back of his throat.
Iotonna pulled out mid-ejaculation, covering his face and filling his mouth with the final bits of her sticky seed.
Chris coughed as air was finally allowed back into his lungs.
“You’re in for a treat,” the succubus purred as she moved her fingers through his brown hair. “Demon cum is a very powerful aphrodisiac—perfect for what I have planned for you tonight.”
She snapped her fingers and Chris felt something tighten around his neck.
“Is… is this a collar?” he coughed.
“Yup. You’re mine now. Or at least, you will be by the end of the night. Tell me, how do you feel?”
Chris grunted as he doubled over, curling up into a ball on the bed as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. “Oh god… my body… it’s on fire.”
“The heat feels good, doesn’t it?”
He unfurled his limbs and squirmed, moaning as his fingers roamed his naked body. “Oh… oh, wow. I feel so… turned on.” He let out a little squeal of delight as his fingers brushed up against his pussy.
“Bad slut!” Iotonna said, slapping his thigh. “You’re not allow to touch yourself.”
“But… but it feels sooooo good!”
“Too bad!” Iotonna said, snapping her fingers.
Chris’ eyes widened as an invisible force moved his hands behind his back, where leather cuffs bound them together. Matching black leather cuffs appeared on his ankles and his moans were cut off by a bright red ball gag filling his mouth.
The knock on the door took his attention away from his pleasure-filled body.
“Looks like our guest has arrived,” Iotonna said, smiling. “Guess I need to let her in.”
The color from Chris’ face vanished as the succubus changed form, transforming into none other than himself.
“Geez, no wonder you’re such a pushover,” she said. “This body is nothing but a twig!”
His own voice filled his ears, but the pleasure that burned inside of him drew him away from his twin. Chris moaned through the ball gag as he arched his back off his bed. The juices that seeped from his aching cunt tickled the insides of his thighs.
Iotonna closed the door behind her as she left his bedroom, and Chris tried his best to listen to the muffled conversation happening at his front door.
“I knew you’d come back for more. Though I figured you’d come back a lot sooner,” Amy said.
“Yeah, I needed to think it over and stuff,” Iotonna said. Chris rolled his eyes at the sound of his own voice coming from the living room. Then there were footsteps. They were coming this way.
“I want to show you something in my bedroom.”
“Oh? What is it?” Amy said, her voice getting louder.
Chris’ heart raced as he watched the door handle turn and the door open slowly. Amy came in first, laughing and looking behind her at who she thought was Chris.
It was only after she and Iotonna entered the bedroom that she turned toward the bed and saw the bound and naked woman there.
“Holy shit! What the fuck is…” Amy trailed off. She turned toward Chris and watched, wide-eyed as his form shifted into something else entirely.
The succubus known as Iotonna.
“I am not Chris, silly girl. He’s right there.” She pointed to the bed.
Amy’s eyes slowly followed Iotonna’s hand until she stared at the woman on the bed. “C-Chris?” He looked away from her, his face crimson and his body still burning with erotic fire. “What did you do to him?”
“Easy. I turned him into a woman. I gave him what he wants,” Iotonna said, stepping up to Amy. The succubus wrapped her arms around the blonde, Amy’s eyes remained on Chris, watching as he squirmed and moaned.
“But…”
“But what?” Iotonna whispered, her hand slowly moving down toward Amy’s crotch. “I can see into your mind, Amy. I know what it is you desire.”
Amy moaned quietly as the succubus’ fingers slid in between her thighs, her thumb pulling down the waistband of her sweat pants.
“I can give you what you crave,” the demon murmured. Amy trembled under Iotonna’s touch, and she bit her lip as the succubus continued to whisper softly into her ear. “Just say yes and I’ll give everything and more.”
“Oh god…” Amy moaned. Her knees weakened and h
er legs buckled. She stumbled, but the succubus held onto her. Iotonna pulled her up, turned her toward her, and stared deeply into her eyes.
Amy looked up at the succubus that stood almost a head taller than her. She smiled faintly, entranced by her glittering sapphire eyes. The succubus smiled back as she moved her fingers through Amy’s blonde hair.
“Well? What do you say? Will you give yourself to me and be mine?”
“…yes,” Amy whimpered. She had never felt so aroused; so incredibly turned on.
Never in her life had she questioned her sexuality. It was always men for her, but seeing Chris as he was, and after laying her eyes on the creature in front of her, she was willing to give up everything just to be with her.
“Louder,” Iotonna commanded, lifting Amy’s chin up. Behind her, Chris moaned again, the sheets beneath him darkening with his lust.
“Yes. I give myself to you.”
“Good,” Iotonna said, bringing her lips to Amy’s. The two women kissed passionately and Chris watched as Amy gave herself to Iotonna. Their lips separated, but the two women were still connected by a glowing stream of light flowing from Amy’s mouth into Iotonna’s.
The succubus breathed in deeply, taking it all in. When the last of it entered Iotonna, Amy fell forward into her new mistress. Moments later, she straightened up and backed away, rubbing her head.
“Oh, what happened?”
“You chose wisely,” Iotonna said, snapping her fingers. A black leather collar appeared in a puff of smoke around Amy’s neck, and the blonde tugged at the tight accessory. “From now on, you must address me as ‘Mistress,’ as you are my slave. Now, are you ready for your welcome gift, Amy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she said.
“Close your eyes.”
Amy obeyed and Iotonna placed her hand on Amy’s pubic mound. The slave trembled at the demon’s fiery touch, and she moaned as her mistress muttered something in a language Chris couldn’t understand.
Her moans grew louder until Iotonna removed her hand from Amy’s cunt and smiled.
“You may open them.”
Amy opened her eyes as she looked down and screamed in delight when she saw the fleshy cock hanging there. She moaned as she wrapped her hands around the shaft, giggling, beside herself with glee as she stroked it.
“Amy, my slave; are you ready for your first task?”
“Yes, my mistress,” she said, bowing her head.
Iotonna grinned as she turned Amy toward the bed. Chris, having spotted the now-rigid dick attached to Amy’s mound, thrashed about on the bed in an effort to get away from her.
“Make him beg to be mine.”
“As you wish, Mistress,” Amy said. She smiled as she stepped toward the bed.
Chris felt the restraints vanish from his wrists and ankles and the ball gag disappear from his mouth, but it was too late. Amy was already on top of him, pinning him to the bed.
His cries of protest became moans of ecstasy as Amy thrust herself into him, burying her thick cock inside his virgin cunt.
“Oh god, yes!” Amy screamed as she pulled out and pushed back in. “Chris… your pussy feels so good!”
Iotonna walked up to the bed and sat down next to Chris, watching as Amy relentlessly fucked him. She was as horny as a beast with an insatiable appetite.
Chris moaned loudly as Amy penetrated him. Iotonna reached over and squeezed his breast, her thumb teasing his nipple as Amy pounded him like a machine.
“I’m offering you an escape. I know what it is you desire, Chris, and I can give it to you as easily as I gave it to Amy here.” Iotonna’s hand moved away from Chris’ breast to his chin, her thumb gliding across his quivering lower lip.
He tried to look away from her to hide the embarrassment on his face. He didn’t want her to know how happy he was getting fucked by Amy; how much he enjoyed getting dominated by her; and how carefully he was considering her offer.
The idea clung to his mind like a thorn in his side. He couldn’t believe that he was actually considering having Amy come back and peg him again while he was dressed in her lingerie.
“Oh!” he cried out as Amy picked up the pace, pushing her dick all the way into Chris.
“Well? It can be like this every day. All you have to do is say yes.”
“…yes,” he said, looking away.
“Good boy,” Iotonna replied, kissing him. “Finish him, Amy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Amy grunted. She leaned forward and placed her hand on Chris’ crotch, rubbing his clit through its fleshy pink hood.
It was enough to push him over the edge.
Chris lifted his back off the bed and screamed as he orgasmed as a woman for the very first time. His silken fluids coated Amy’s rigid cock as she came inside of him, filling his womb with her seed.
Iotonna kissed him once more, and he watched as she sucked his soul out of him very much like she had with Amy. Spent and satisfied, the slave pulled out of Chris and fell onto her back. Her limp cock receded back into her body, returning to its original form as her clit.
The succubus breathed in the last of Chris’ essence and rubbed his face as he succumbed to the exhaustion. “Come, my new slaves. Let’s go home.”
She snapped her fingers, and the three of them vanished in a puff of smoke.
THE FULL MOON WAS A BRIGHT SHADE OF PINK
It was two in the morning and the club was quiet, except for the handful of regulars: a couple of older men with money to burn and an empty whiskey bottle. On the stage, two women vied for their attention and the money they were eagerly waving about.
They were Autumn, a blue-eyed blonde in a plaid miniskirt and tied blouse, and Jannie with her dark skin in a leather get-up. The bouncer, a balding man wearing a biker jacket, sat on a stool near the entrance smoking his fifth cigarette and the bartender kept cleaning the same glass.
In a booth by himself, a young man watched the two girls dance. It was a Thursday night and the sky was clear and full of stars.
The music shifted and Autumn left the stage. Another girl with brown hair in a tiger-striped bikini replaced her.
Alex took a swig from the drink in his hands, and getting only melted ice water, set it back down on the table and frowned. He looked at his watch and decided to call it a night. He returned the glass to the bar with a small tip underneath and bid a silent goodnight to the bartender.
Walking through a cloud of smoke, he held his breath as he exited the strip club into the cold night air. Fall was giving way to winter and the evening was brisk. He put his hands in his jacket pockets and walked down the sidewalk, stopping once he reached the alleyway.
He instinctively stole a glance into the narrow opening and saw Autumn. She was leaning against the brick wall of one of the buildings and didn’t look well. Alex paused a moment, pondering whether or not to talk to her, then eventually gave in.
He visited the club she worked at every so often, and it was the second time he had seen her perform. The last time he’d seen her on stage was weeks prior, and briefly, he wondered why he hadn’t seen her more often.
Shaking the thought from his head, he watched her wobble in her platform heels as she tried to exit the alley, holding her head in her hand.
“Are you all right?” he asked her.
“What? Yeah fine,” she replied, brushing him off. But then she took another step forward and tripped. Alex caught her before she fell and he felt a sharp pain in his arm as one of her nails tore into his skin. She stood up quickly, pushing off of him.
“Hey, quit it!” she said as she separated from him. Regaining her composure, she sped off down the sidewalk in the other direction.
You’re welcome.
Looking down at his arm, he noticed a small cut. He looked back for any sign of Autumn, but she was gone.
Ignoring the tiny wound, he shrugged and headed home. Autumn was supposed to be on again tomorrow night, so he figured he would try to catch her before the show and chat. Despite their
less-than-pleasant encounter tonight, Autumn was definitely a girl worth waiting for.
The following night was just as clear and cool as the last, only the full moon now shone brightly. Walking through the dark, deserted park, Alex looked at his watch. It was nine p.m. Autumn would probably be on stage soon.
Since the night before, the cut on his arm had been bothering him. At first it was a sharp pain, but as time went by it became dull and throbbing. By now he had gotten used to it and forgot it was there, except now the pain was back and worse than ever.
Squeezing his arm, he made his way to a park bench and sat down. The pain was unbearable and he knew if he kept walking he would lose his balance.
After a minute of agony, the pain in his arm vanished. Breathing heavily, he worried about the mystery cut. In the soft yellow glow of the street lamp, he inspected his arm.
Odd, he thought to himself. It’s completely healed. There’s nothing but a small scar.
He scratched his head and winced when his fingernails caught on his scalp.
“Ow!” He extended his hand and noticed his fingernails were considerably longer and than before. That was even stranger. Alex had always been a nail biter and kept his nails short and messy.
Looking at them now, all ten of his fingernails were long and polished smooth, with bright white tips extending past the end of his fingers.
He stood up in shock, examining his nails from all angles. His focus was cut off by a knot in his stomach. Thinking he was about to vomit, he stumbled into the men’s bathroom close by. Fortunately, it was also vacant. The pain in his stomach soon spread to his bones, and in the bathroom mirror, he watched his body shrink half a foot.
Alex’s shirt hung loose and he had a hard time keeping his pants from falling off as his waistline narrowed. His hips widened and his butt gained some padding. His once toned and muscular arms thinned and his hands became dainty as his fingers slimmed. The hair on his arms vanished as his skin became smooth and soft.
He felt a tingling in his chest and watched as two mounds swelled up, stretching his shirt and stopping when they became the size of melons. He felt a tightness in his crotch, and in a fit of panic, he pulled down his pants and watched as his manhood shrunk up into his body. The pink slit of a virgin pussy took its place.