They swelled and stretched. Just becoming these massive tits that could only have been bolted on. When they were finally finished they were easy to see from behind. They were about a G cup, if they ever needed the support of a bra. Although I gave her longer nipples, her areolas stayed the same. Just to complete the slutty bimbo look.
When I finally gave her my last load, she was finally allowed to catch her breath. Looking over her I enjoyed the sight of my creation until I found my mistakes. The anger at myself for not catching it let that dark feeling I had before taking over the rest of the process. Although I knew exactly what and how each part was happening, I could not stop it.
First, her lips swelled until they were the perfect size for dick sucking lips. Next were her eyes, who at first were brown, now turned a stunning ocean blue. Her hair grew down to her ass if she was standing, all the while turning into a platinum blonde color. It was the changing of her hair that would have topped it off, but that was not the case.
An outside force was also pushing these changes, but a large part of it came from me. Makeup, which she had not worn before, appeared. Eye shadow, lipstick, and liner, all it just adding to the image of her being a slut. As she moved around I discovered a butterfly tattoo forming on her lower back. At this point, she had started talking to me, about how great the sex was. Instead of listening, I was a passenger as I watched her clothes that were on the ground change.
Her granny panties from before changed into a lacy black thong. Her jeans was now a mini skirt that she would be lucky to cover half her ass. The hoody was gone, but there was a strapless top that looked like it could hold her breast if not let her overflow it a bit. Hanging from a hook was a small purse that had not been there before. There was one final change, but I did not know what it was, not until I got control back and started listening to her.
“You need to come to the strip club sometimes,” something the old she would not have thought of. “If you were to like come while I am giving a show. I am totally sure I can like to ride your dick right in front of everyone without them noticing.” So now she was a stripper, and something about that scared me.
“How are you working there affecting your grade?” I said this trying to not sound like I cared, masking it by not looking at her and putting my clothes back on.
“Oh, I am still the top of my class in engineering.” She sounded excited about that. “Though sometimes I have to study between dances.”
She started to get dressed as well, which gave me a chance to figure out how the hell she was to wear that. Her new clothes didn’t bother her in the slightest. The only thing she changed was she didn’t put her panties back on, instead, she gave them to me. After putting her phone number on my phone. She put her number under the name Lil’ Slut.
And like that, she was out the door, after giving me a kiss. I was too stunned from the turn of events to do anything. Stood there for about a good ten minutes before walking back to my pets apartment. Fishing out her keys I found a note in the pocket. All it said was
“Be careful changing someone without changing their life.
Rose XOXO”
Incubus Journal: Chapter 3
Enslavement due to insult
Written by: The Mad Hatter
Who the fuck is Rose? How did the fuck that note get into my pocket? And not to mention, how the holy hell did I change not only this woman's mind but her whole life. What am I turning into? Standing in that closet for thirty minutes did not answer any of these questions, in fact, it added to them.
My clothes were no longer tight on me in the way they were before. Instead, they were tight all over as if they made for me. Showing off my, now bigger muscles, and an even bigger bulge running down my left pant leg. I pushed myself to become hard. This confirmed that at it’s hardest, it looks about a foot long and with almost half as much girth as my forearm. Not to mention could chip diamonds. When the hell did all these happen, and why does the door frame look lower?
That last one took me longer than I care to admit to figure out, I was taller again. Guessing that my height was around 6’4, everything looks tiny compared to the beast of a man I had become. Where are these powers coming from, and what are they turning me into? Was all I could think of in a repeated fashion. Deciding that a walk would be the only way to clear my head, I finally left that closet.
Walking back in my mind I went over the previous day. First, thing I did was use my aura sense to turn my sister on, which at the time grossed and freaked me out, now I am not so sure. That ability is pretty simple. Sensing someone’s aura and by extension their basic personality with hints towards their mind. Once I can lock onto someone’s aura I can start to change it. Making them like me, make them more outgoing, or just making them turned on. There are a few other things in the bundle of things in an aura, but those were the ones I understood the best.
Once a woman has ingested my sperm I can start changing their bodies. They also comment that it tastes amazing. First seeing this with my slave back in the staff bathroom of the school. Making her breast grow was the first physical change, later her hips and ass at her apartment. Never played with her personality, but when I blew my load in her, she became my slave. The first load allows me to change them, does the second bind them to me; and what would that entail.
The second woman, whom I had just finished, wasn’t enslaved, but only thought of me. Then there is her changes, both mentally and . She went from a rather short, overweight woman, to a statuesque woman, that embodied a bimbo. Except not dumb just played up the part. Even her changes fit the design, as her breast were not natural but turned into G cup fake tits. Then something took over me, most of it coming from inside of me, and she gained tattoos as well as a whole new life. She now worked at a strip club, as well as going for a structural engineering degree.
Was these dark moments my darker personality affecting my power, so I could do this anytime I wanted. Is it only when this darker part of me is in control. That darker part was hungry and prideful. These women were only meals for him, but at the same time, the voice he fed me with sounded like my own. The power that was stored away felt like an ocean when the power I was using was a trickle. Does that mean I have even more power than even now I can imagine?
Who the hell was Rose? Was she that outside influence that guided my powers when I was changing that last woman? When did she slip that note into my pocket, in the club? While I was fucking? All that was clear is that I needed to find her as she knew what was going on.
Making that decision put me at peace with my train of thought. It could have been the sudden tense that went up my spine. Something was happening near me, and I could feel it before my eyes or ears could pick it up. I listened against the stillness of the night. There it was, a cry for help. A female cry for help, maybe I could use my changes to help someone. Instead of destroying someone’s life.
Started running towards the sounds, moving much faster than I had before. What felt like a jog to me, was a full sprint before. This came as a surprise as I reached the scream faster than I expected. In the middle of the street was the woman in the red dress, surrounded by three men.
Her dress torn, and the men had a look in their eyes that I did not like. Using my aura sense, their intentions were clear. They were going to rape this woman, and I could not allow that. Letting in that darker side of me, to boost my confidence, I made sure they knew I was there.
“Leave her alone!” It came out more beastie than I meant, but it did make them pause. They even looked like they were going to back off. That was until I saw stars and a searing pain in the back of my head.
Taking a moment to register what had happened gave those three a chance to start hitting me. With bats they had on the ground before. There had been a fourth man and he had gotten a good swing to the back of my head. They were now hitting me, blows that should have crippled me. Hell the first one should have knocked me out, but I did not fell any of it. Although that darkness was getting st
ronger, as did my anger.
In my head was a voice, “are you going to let them insult you like that?” It sounded like that woman, but how the hell was she in my head. “These weak mortals are trying to kill you, and you are going to let them hit you?”
Don’t know what the hell she meant by mortals, but something in me exploded. Reaching up I caught one of the metal bats in my hand. Once again I was a passenger to what my body was doing. As that dark presence ran the show, it had something on its mind. The metal bat in my hand was crushed like an empty soda can. This sent the message that was needed, as they decided to try and run.
Try being the operative word, a sudden flare up of the darkness and they froze where they were. The only part of them moving under their own will was their eyes. They were looking around frantically. “These little men are now yours by right of insult,” it was her voice again, this time, she said it to me. “They have forfeited their lives to you for insulting you, so what are you going to do?” She was caressing me as she said these things, almost as if she was trying to seduce me.
“Are you going to kill them?” She was caressing my chest as she said this part. “Are you going maim them?” Her hand slid down my abs, feeling the perfect sculpture of muscles that were there. “Or do you have a better idea?” Her hand slithered down my pants and was stroking my monstrous snake.
“I am not going to give you the pleasure yet,” I did not say those words, but what it meant was clear. Using the mastery of my sexual prowess it kept my dick from getting hard under her touch. Which was quite skillful. “You will not get to enjoy my touch until you answer my questions.” That was partly me, getting the feeling that the darkness was not a separate entity but a part of me.
“Can you really resist me?” This was not a challenge, but something else. This was her being inquisitive. Like she was testing me. “The question remains, what are you going to do to them.”
“They will serve me.” I wanted that but was appalled by the idea of men being enslaved me. The darkness that understood the scope of my powers seemed to know exactly what to do. All four men turned to face me, standing at full attention. Even know I could feel my powers turning their arousal to the max, as well as their attraction to me. Something told me this is the level needed to enslave someone. As they were now, that meant I had four horny men enslaved to me.
My powers were not done, they all began to change. The darkness was guiding my motions, but I could feel that I was in control of the whole process. The first thing to happen to them is they shrunk in muscle mass. Before they were around 5’9 with some degree of fitness to them. They lost nothing in height, but their muscles melted away, becoming more slender. Next went any of their excess fat, and hair it seemed. As what made them masculine seemed to melt away.
They continued to shrink in every dimension except height. Losing shoulder width, facial features, everything about them was becoming smaller more delicate. It wasn’t until their hands that I realized what the darkness was guiding me too. They were becoming females. Their hands had turned into longer slender fingers with long nails. They were manicured now. Looking back at their face made it more obvious. Looking at just the face you would think they were photoshopped onto these odd body. They now looked quite cute.
They all stop changing together, instead one at a time. Guessing the darkness decided this was blank slate enough. The woman confirmed what I had been wondering when she looked down their now baggy pants. “Looks like your penis ran away.” She laughed at them, a glare from me made her retreat.
The one that had first hit me was wearing now baggy polo and black slacks. They looked like they would fall off any moment. The only other manly thing left about her was her hair as it still had a manic part. I did like the color of natural black, but the length had to go. With a push it started to lengthen, going from a clean man hair cut, until it reached the small of her back. Blue streaks came from somewhere. They only helped the look, as they matched her eye color. After I had changed them.
Next came the body, if they were going to serve me, they had better look the part. Tits exploded from her chest. She went from flat as a board to softballs hanging unsupported from her chest. This causes the only two buttons that had been buttoned on the polo to explode off. This gave me a perfect view of the valley of cleavage. Her nipples made it quite clear her level of arousal as she looked like she could cut holes in her shirt with them.
Next came the hips and ass, with a push they too began to grow. Soon giving her a realistic heart shaped ass. Using the phrase realistic relatively, considering the last to women I had changed. The seat of her pants ripped from the sudden expansion. If I had wanted to, she could have been bent over and fucked by me with the easy access she has provided. Right now though she does not deserve it so she will not get the pleasure it would cause her.
As I looked over her form, my darkness took this as permission to finish the changes on the other two. Didn’t even bother looking up until the ripping sounds had ended. Buttons had flown across the street, and even a set of pants completely ruptured. This caused them to fall to the street. That and with the torn boxers gave me a clear view of her pussy and it leaking down her legs.
Each one of them becoming a different image of a slutty whore. The one who had been dirty blonde was now a radiate blonde. With swollen dick sucking lips and green eyes that scream fuck me. The ginger now had hair that just looked like flames. With skin, that looked like porcelain. The one with brunette hair was now like the blonde, different eye color, and piercings. Her nipple pierced and something told me they could not be removed.
They had been given back a little more control of their bodies and had started squirming. They all wanted to pleasure themselves, or have me do it, but that I would not allow. They were undeserving right now. Admittedly I was enjoying them standing in different states of tattered clothing. The glimpses of curves that snuck out of them. None of their tits were smaller than a D and the biggest was a set of Fs, which was on the blonde. Their asses were so perfectly firm, which I had to test out. Giving one a slight smack, I watched it jiggle. Did have to chastise me as it gave the girl a small degree of pleasure.
“Love the works of art you have created. They look like perfect sluts.” She was playing with herself through her dress. She seemed to have been doing the whole time. Turning my attention to her I noticed she had no aura I could feel or play with. What was she? “To answer the question you are probably wondering, I am a succubus.”
“I am going to admit my favorite part about the changes, is you left their old minds buried in the back. Watching as their bodies do things that would have grossed them out before.” Did not know I did that. “But you left things a mess again, let me tidy that up.” There was something of a wave that came out of her, and things corrected themselves.
For one their clothes were first fixed. They became super slutty female versions of what they had worn before. They were wearing makeup and a part of me knew that their new lives matched what they had become. That is when it dawned on me.
“Your Rose,” she turned with a mischievous smile to me.
“Yes I am, and I am also getting tired of cleaning up behind you.” She walked up and kissed me deeply. I did not return the kiss, but she did not seem to mind. “I’m lying I love cleaning up after you.”
“What is going on?” I boomed at her.
“Not going to tell you yet, I have to continue to measure you more before I decide if I am going to be a friend or a nuisance.” She turned away, giving me a great view of her ass. “See you around.” She said as she faded away.
“Master please allow us to take you back home. Mistress has no one to attend her.” Home? Mistress? This was the first one I had changed talking to me. Her name was now Misty, and the four of them had driven me here in this version of things.
“Very well, you may take me home.” Turning to the blonde one. “Crystal, you shall attend me as we travel.” She became excited about the idea of att
ending me, could not let her be too happy. “I forbid you from pleasuring yourself while you attend me.” She was still happy, but it died down a little as I told her that.
Riding in the back of Misty’s BMW, Crystal had my cock out and was sucking it down. The rewrite of our history must have made her an expert cocksucker. Her skill only matched by my first slave, Stephanie. I expected to be taken back to the apartments, so it was a bit stunning when I found myself taken to a huge house instead.
My newer memories informed me that this had been Misty’s until she had become my servant. Now everything she had owned was now mine, house, car and bank account. She had apparently come from wealth. This pleased me enough that I allowed Crystal the gift of getting a load from me, which she sucked down like a pro. Just the act of swallowing my load made her squirt on herself. It wasn’t the cum that did it, but the idea that I was pleased did that.
These women were truly enslaved to me, they even got off on the idea of making me happy. Escorting me inside I found Stephanie, like how I had left her, but now on an expensive leather couch. She was still as stunning as ever, but also still covered in my seed. Memories of me fucking her before I went out came flooding into my mind.
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