I traced my hand over the slight curvature of her ass. Feeling its slight jiggle. She had a firm ass that was more muscle than something that could fill my hands. This had to change, as I was not going to have her any less than perfect. I slid my hand between her thighs and played with her pussy. I contemplated how to invoke further changes in her. Although she squirmed under my motions, she never tried to change positions.
With my index finger, I circled her clit. Enjoying the feeling of my property trying to control her reactions. By the time I had brought her to her first orgasm she had built up a full body sweat. I had figured out more about the connection between the two of us. The feeling or instinct. Something that cannot describe in words, became more obvious to me. At least to the part of her that I currently wanted to change.
I stopped my ministrations of her lovely lady parts and commanded her to stand at attention. With a strict addition of not moving. Willing the changes to start, I could see the excitement in her continuing to grow. Her denim skirt started getting tight around her hips and started to lift in the back. This little experiment was working. I only felt more powerful as it continued, not to mention turned on.
I was willing her hips to expand so that when I finally got to enjoy her, I had something to hold onto. The real prize though was her growing bubble butt. As I said before she had a firm butt before. Now it was growing out enough that her skirt no longer provided any form of decency. This is not to mention what was happening to her panties as she continued to grow. They had turned from panties into a thong as they buried into her ass.
I walked around her to see how the view was from the front, and it was just as amazing. It had pulled all folds from the front, and I could see her dripping down her legs. The whole transformation seemed to be pleasurable for her. While I was in front of her, I finally made my first contact with her since I had started this. It was only to rip her skirt off. I was able to hold my shock of having the sudden strength to do that. I was not able to hold my grin as I watch her panties continue to sink into her pussy. This formed a sexy camel toe effect.
Her, now thong, snapped and this was the time to see what I had left her with. She was a work of art now. Her ass was almost a shelf as she stood there. Not quite large enough to balance a cup or anything. It was something that she could grind into me later. With a smack, I confirmed that it was both firms and jiggled.
I walked around to her side, and whispered in her ear, “I am going to take my dick and force it down your ass. What do you think of that?” She did not move to respond and at first, this did piss me off. “You are to answer me when I ask you a question, my slave.”
With that, she finally did respond to my words, “Please master.” She was begging me, begging for me to use her. “Use me, I am your property.”
It was time for her to have to, once again bent over the couch it was time for her to get everything. This time, I will admit the view had improved. As not only did she have more hips and ass, but her pussy lips were even more swollen. From arousal or further effects of my abilities I have no clue, and do not care. My hands sunk into her curvy ass as I pulled her cheeks apart to my target. Having removed my own pants during my inspection of her I plunged into her.
Did not know that women could orgasm from taking it in the ass, but I knew now that she could and she did. As soon as I bottomed out in her, she squirted all over her futon. The thought of chastising her for orgasming so soon crossed my mind. Instead, I decided to be rougher with her.
Her face buried into the couch, I continued to fuck her ass. Every time I made contact with those amazing ass cheeks she screamed into the couch. I could feel the vibration from both my fucking her and her screaming through the couch. If her face was not buried in it I am sure the cops would have shown up.
When I finally decided that she had enough from this I let her have my load. The combination of our orgasm made the futon break. My dick still buried in her, I landed on top of her over the remains of that couch.
“Master I want you to use every one of my holes.” I had intended to, but because she told me too I decided to be rough for it. She was my slave, and her wishes were unimportant.
Incubus Journal Chapter 2
Huge Fake Bimbo
Written by: The Mad Hatter
It took several hours of us fucking, but she finally collapsed from exhaustion on the bed. We broke both of the couch and desks, so the bed was the last place we went at it. Never once did I lose any energy from the any of it, if anything I felt more powerful. So instead of sleeping with her, I spent some time observing the work of art my pet had become.
Her breast, now massive globes. So firm and large that you would think that they were fake. Large enough that as she lay on her back they pinned her arms down, nipples still hard as ever. They were long, and rigid who even now were calling out to me to suck on them. The slight bit of sweat that glistened across her body, making every part of her shine. Her skin now looked oiled up.
My eyes trailed down from her glorious tits to her perfect stomach. It was toned, with just a hint of muscle. Right now it stained with dried up cum, but I think that just added to the whole image of her being my sex slave. That trim waist just led into her wide hips, which made an even better by the ass that lifted her up. Even now it positioned her amazing pussy for me to continue to fuck. There was even still a bit of cum leaking from it, only made sexier from the total lack of hair.
It was so tempting to stay there. Continue to enjoy my toy, but I wanted to test my powers on someone new. not mention getting a new toy. I could use my phone to look up a popular place, but part of me testing my abilities. I wanted to test my new senses. Not to mention this gave me further chance to think about what is going on. Air not filled with the smell of sex might help with that.
Putting my clothes on and taking her key, I soon found myself outside. The fresh air seemed to dispel a bit of a darker mindset that had taken over my thoughts. As my thoughts returned to my normal way of thinking everything that had happened kind of scared me. Referring to that woman upstairs as my pet felt odd to say, but was the only thing I could think of her as. This not to mention how she was forever changed and may not be able to live a normal life now.
All that should have been horrible. I know that I should be appalled by what I had done. No matter how hard I tried, though, it just wasn’t there. All the things that had happened felt like it was my right to do that, that that woman's life did not matter. To make it even worse it felt like all women were items that I had the right to own. Once again could not find the ability to feel bad about this.
I knew there were physical changes coming over me, taller, skinnier, more muscular. My dick had also gotten bigger, but any possible mental changes had not occurred to me. Not that matter, part of me liked the changes. Never before had this feeling of confidence been a part of me. Not to mention the pleasure that I am getting made me not want it to go away, but maybe increase.
Not paying attention, it startled me that my feet had taken me to the bar district. In the air was a mixture of scents. Some were expected in a bar district, but some were new to me. Something like fruit wafted through the air. It wasn’t like you were walking through a kitchen. It was more like earlier with my pet and her smelling of oranges. Part of me knew this was like a predator sense, and the rest of me was concerned with this knowledge.
Wandered through the area for a bit before my feet brought to a club called the Jolt. Some of the women standing in front of the club would have my attention. This, of course, was before I got my pet back at her home, who made most of them look prepubescent. The only exception was a woman in a red dress. Oddly enough her body was quite like how my pet turned out. Might have to look for her later, right now I wanted a woman that I could explore my powers with. For that, I needed someone who was rather unattractive.
A darkness seemed to pull me into the club, not even the bouncer slowed me down. He did try to stop me, but a look from me made him back off.
He was larger than me and could have hurt me easy, but one look from me made him back off with a quickness. Something about that should have phased me. The air of sex that filled the club made the darkness in me push out those concerns.
My eyes scanned the club, as I felt out the auras around me. There were women who were practically having sex on the dance floor. As men who acted like they were god’s gift to women grinded on them. All those women could use my touch, and it would be fun to have them forget their boyfriends. They would have to sit back and watch as I brought them to levels of pleasure that they had never known before.
None of them fit the description of what I was looking for. It may have taken a bit longer than I wanted but I found her. She sat in a corner booth in the back of the club, sticking toothpicks to make a little cabin. She did not look like she had been drinking. My first guess is, she was the friend that a woman brought with her to make her look better. When this night is over, she will be the one men will desire instead.
All the desire in the room made the darkness in me stronger and with it, my confidence. Walking with my back straight and head up. This must have projected that confidence as it made everyone get out of my way, as I crossed the dance floor. The women and even some of the men checked me out. None of them had my interest, only my test subject for the night.
“How often do you make those toothpick cabins?” My voice talking to her startled her. At first, she seemed excited to talk to me. Yet before she said anything her emotional walls came to her defense. When she was sitting alone her arousal was sitting around a .5. When she looked at me it jumped to around a 2.5 and judging from that magnet feeling she was interested in me.
“Only when my roommate drags me here,” she looked back down at her work before continuing. “If you are looking at being Stephanie's new fuck buddy she already has one for the night. So you can just piss off.”
“Don’t know who she is,” I took the opposite end of the booth, this pushed her arousal to an easy 3. “Honestly I am here to talk to you.” For a fraction of a second she blushed, but she went back to trying to look annoyed. Nothing can hide those auras from me, so her true feelings were obvious to me.
“Well hurry up and say what you want,” she is quite skillful at balancing those things. Never could do that myself.
Giving her a slight push I continued, “Not so sure that either of us really likes being in these clubs. Why don’t we talk about coffee or something?” If she had still been a 3 she would have said no, but I doubled that. Her restraint was probably the only thing that is keeping her from jumping me. She was even a bit flush.
“Yeah sure whatever,” she said this trying to sound annoyed. It was an act and somehow I knew it was because of some kind of self-hate. She gathered her things, left the tab for this Stephanie, and let me lead her out the door. Once again people looked at me, but also looked at us. Paying them no mind, we found ourself outside the club.
Now that we had a real light, her features were easier to make out. Shoulder length, light brown hair, on top of a cute pudgy face. She stood about 5’3, and most of her height, not to mention weight, was in her torso area. A quick guess would put her weight on 200 pounds. Of course, gave her some curves, but not completely in a sexy way. Not that any of that matter, tonight she would change completely.
We walked and talked, forgetting about the coffee. We found ourselves walking around campus instead. It was in the open area with a water fountain that I started my first changes. Not physical, as those only seem to become available after she ingests my sperm, but mental. With my pet, I had only the magnet and the heat to play, which from trial and error was attraction and arousal.
With her there were a couple more and it maybe because of who she is, or because of my growing powers. The two that I wanted to play with cannot be described in words. They did get a name from me, the Scarlet and the Pink. Even before playing with them, somehow I knew what they did. The Scarlet controlled her inhibitions or her natural restraint. While the pink was something more attached to her personality, and in a word it made her more bubbly.
Before doing anything they were a 8 and a 2, with the 8 being her inhibitions. With a bit of a struggle I was able to switch them, and the changes were obvious. Her way of speaking changed, instead of being withdrawn, she became happy. Not to mention adding in the word like more often. The change in her scarlet had her on my arm, nipples poking into me.
She had been talking about going to school for Structural Engineering. Then the changes took full effect. She was practically grinding on me, now all she could say was about how she wanted to suck my dick. Which was already hard for her. This was my cue to take her to a utility closet that I had kept us near for this.
Once inside she was on her knees helping take my pants off. She clearly had no experience and was struggling with her gag reflex, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. She was obviously trying to replicate things she had seen in a porn but was not successful. Instead of making her suffer, I let her have my load a lot sooner than she would have earned.
At first, she made a disgusted look as it splashed into her mouth. After a little bit, she seemed determined to enjoy every drop of it. Even licking my shaft for a bit longer, trying to find more. As a side, she seemed to suddenly lose her gag reflex during her hunt for more of my seed. The important part is that she was now mine to shape and before I could do that, a look of the canvas was important.
Helping her out of her clothes, this allowed me a good look. She had a gut which had been somewhat hidden underneath her hoodie, a round ass and large floppy breast. All over her, she had stretch marks and something else that caught my eye was some cuts on her arm, all that had to go. Starting with all that excess fat, something I had never done before but was quick to learn.
As I laid her down on some boxes, she spread her legs giving me a clear view of her lower region. Both her legs and nether regions had not been shaved; if I had to guess, not in a while either. Didn’t matter, all that would change too, but first I wanted to be a good host. Taking my dick I rubbed it around her more sensitive area, teasing her with its hardness. She was already dripping wet. Which first became obvious when her granny panties hit the ground.
All this foreplay was giving me time to find the controls to what I wanted to change. It did not take long as my instincts led me to the controls. All her fat just dissolved off of her, skin tightening and scars faded. She noticed none of this. Either the process was so pleasurable or my teasing was. She was just at the end of my dick blabbering incoherently.
By the time I entered her she was down to around 80 or 90 pounds. All traces of fat were gone from her, even her tits and ass had melted away. I wanted a fresh canvas for what I was about to do. The next thing to change was her extra hair, another thing that before now I hadn’t tried to do. My instincts led me to that and allowed me to push it away. Immediately the hair below her neck fell out, leaving her ready for me to enjoy the rest of the changes.
I started to push in and out of her, this had the instant effect of her bring her to an orgasm. She writhed, moaned and said some things I care not to repeat, except about her telling me to put it in her ass. Something I intended to do after I finished with her legs, they were too short and stubby.
With an exploratory push, they began to lengthen and develop muscle tone. They continued to stretch adding inches to her height. When they were finally long enough she wrapped her statuesque leg around my waist. Giving a little extra pull into her. This must have been her way of telling me to put more in her, which I did.
After giving her another load of mine, it was time to move onto the next set of changes. Her ass and hips, which without her fat she did not have much anymore. Flipping her over led to me about to give her something she had requested earlier. This was not before she had more cushion for me to push into.
With a push her ass started to swell outward. My pet had an amazing bubble butt, this woman would leave with a more heart shaped ass. This req
uired that I balance the growing butt and hips, something would not be a burden to do. As it pushed out my hands found themselves playing with them. Letting them sink into her now amazing cheeks.
When they had reached what I had wanted, went ahead and granted her wish. My guess is this the first time she had this, but she was loving it, her cries of pleasure reaching another level. This even further went up when I reached around and started playing with her clit. This was the magic button that had to orgasm like a chain gun. If I had not been holding her up, she might have fallen.
She was just a little shorter than me now, standing up, hands on the wall. This gave me easy access to her ass and at this point I was enjoying. This is how we went at it for a good bit, her just dripping down her thighs. Slamming into her now amazing ass made the pleasure I was getting so much greater.
As we continued to fuck her breast slipped my mind, almost. My pet had huge and firm natural tits, this woman was not going to have this. Not sure on how this was happening but her tits inflated. Not with fat like a normal breast, hers were inflating with silicone. My abilities were allowing me to give her huge fake tits and they completed the image I was going for.
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