Little Shop of Corruption Pt. 5 (CoC/Worm) (Patreon)

Themes: Body Transformation, Furry, Domination, Big Dicks

Word Count: 6,158

Summary: Rachel finds out about canine peppers. What do you THINK happens next?

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Rachel Lindt stands in the middle of the room, completely naked without a care in the world. To her allies, she was Bitch. To her enemies, she was Hellhound, as frustrating as that particular nametag was. In the end though, right now she was just Rachel, just a butch young woman, waiting for the fuckers in front of her to get on with it.

Her eyes are fixed upon the rat man and the green midget woman tied to his front. They’d introduced themselves as Rathazul and Lumi, but honestly, Rachel could care less. The only things interesting about them are their inhuman aspects, and the fact that the green midget woman is quite literally impaled on the rat-man’s cock in the perverted baby carrier harness that he’s wearing.

In this case, Rachel really has no way of knowing that Lumi finds she works best when impaled on Rathazul’s cock, nor does she have any way of knowing he only goes along with it because it’s the only way to consistently empty the soccer ball-sized nuts that Lumi had saddled him with. Even if she did know… she would not care.

No, she’s far more focused on the massive black peppers in their hands, tossed into a boiling cauldron along with other ingredients. Those misshapen black peppers look a lot like canine cocks to her eyes, and given who and what Rachel is, that’s saying something. One could even call her a bit of an expert on the subject.

Regardless, the dog-dick peppers are why she’s here. She’d come to the shop to buy something that would turn her into a dog person. That was what those did, from what she’d been told. Rachel had had the money to make the purchase… but then this other fucker had stopped her.

As rat-man and green midget woman continue their work over the boiling cauldron, Rachel’s eyes slide over to said fucker. The massive creature can barely be called a man at this point, not that that’s an insult coming from her. He’s some kind of winged snake thing though, but with a human brain and all that shit. Rachel had been immediately on guard when he’d approached her in the shop with his offer. This was a true apex predator, her senses told her that immediately.

Even now, he watched everything with the stillness of a dog waiting for a rat or a bird to get close enough for them to lung. It was a very distinctive sort of stillness. Rachel’s lips press tightly together as she resists the urge to bare her teeth reflexively. If all of this goes as he has told her it will, Rachel will owe this creature her thanks when it’s all over.

When he’d sussed out her identity as Hellhound and subsequently learned how much she hated the PRT and Protectorate for labelling her with the name, due to her venomous response, he’d gotten this wicked, toothy grin on his face that had nearly had her running. But then he’d suggested something that made it clear he wasn’t actually trying to threaten her by baring several rows of extremely sharp teeth in her direction.

No, instead, he’d offered to make the fuckers regret ever naming her Hellhound. She couldn’t pass up that chance, even if there was the potential that he was fucking with her. Rachel wasn’t leaving here without either a transformation or those peppers tho-.

An explosion suddenly cuts off her thoughts mid-sentence. The naked, butch young woman’s eyes widen, and her hair stands on end as she growls expressively, baring her teeth in the direction of the rat-man and the midget woman attached to him. Neither seems to pay much attention to that though as they carry a massive chalice over to her, filled with a bubbling and red fluid just like the boiling cauldron behind them.

“Now then my dear, I feel I should warn you of the risks inherent in drinking this. There is potential for adverse effects from this concoction, though I have done my absolute best to minimize them. Still, nothing is ever a truly sure thing. There’s a possibility that this will permanently turn you into a dog. There’s also the possibility that you might grow a second head. You could be rendered barren as we-.”

“Shut up. Give it here.”

Rachel speaks through gritted teeth as she holds out of her hand, and the green midget woman just snorts derisively.

“You’re wasting your time darling, you should know by now that when a certain kind of human pursues power, they discard all sense of caution to achieve their goals.”

Letting out a sigh, the rat-man hands her the massive chalice, which Rachel ends up having to hold by the edges with both hands, it’s so damn big.

“I’d recommend chugging it all in one go.”

The deep, rich voice of the winged-snake creature reaches her, but Rachel just tosses him a simple glare. She was already going to do that, she wasn’t a fucking pansy. With one last growl in the back of her throat, the naked young woman brings the chalice to her lips and tips it back. She chugs down the concoction even as its spicy flavor burns her tongue. Her eyes water and her nostrils are aflame, but she keeps on drinking, every last drop making it down into her gullet and her stomach.

As the burning sensation spreads across her entire body, Rachel finishes the last of the red fluid and tosses the chalice off to the side, where it bounces a few times before rolling to a stop. Her brow is furrowed, and her mouth is set in a deep frown as she takes a step, only to stumble to her knees as the transformation begins. Looking at herself, the last thing Rachel sees before passing out is her finger nails elongating and her skin beginning to change into a charcoal black.

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Hours before she found herself in the Little Shop of Corruption, Rachel had been walking Brutus, Angelica, and Judas in one of Brockton Bay’s better parks, when all three dogs had begun to bark like crazy. It’d only taken her a few seconds to figure out why they were going so wild, and when she saw what they’d seen (and likely smelled) before her, her hair had stood on end and her nostrils had flared.

There was a man and woman having a picnic down by the small pond in the park’s center. This in and of itself wasn’t unusual. Neither was their stereotypical checkered blanket, or their wicker picnic basket. The obvious mates were having a nice day together, the sun shining and the birds chirping. What raised Rachel’s hackles while at the same time piquing her curiosity however, was the pairing’s… extraneous features.

The man had dog ears flopping off the sides of his head from what Rachel could see of him, having only a profile of his back. Meanwhile the woman was turned to face him, smiling happily and giggling at whatever he was saying. SHE had cat ears atop her head, as well as a full-on tail swishing out from behind her. More than that, her face was distinctly inhuman, with the general shape of a human’s face, but a distinctly cat-like nose and some whiskers from what Rachel could see.

It’s the cat-woman that’s raising her dogs’ (and hers) hackles. It’s the dog-man that has her intrigued. Of course, when something grabs Rachel’s interest, she does exactly what a canine would do. Stomping over to the couple and their picnic, she looms over them as they both look at her, growling slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Hey. The fuck is with the animal shit? You Case 53s?”

Blinking dumbly, both dog-man and cat-woman glance at each other and then at her and her three dogs. Eventually, it’s the dog-man that speaks.

“U-Uh… no? No, we’re not… you haven’t heard about the Little Shop of Corruption down on the Boardwalk?”

As a general rule, Rachel did not go to the boardwalk. Her face was known to the authorities after all, so while these two fucks probably didn’t recognize her or know who she was, the thugs patrolling the boardwalk would, and they’d call her ass into the PRT and the Protectorate. Not to mention, the shitty tourists that populated Brockton Bay’s most popular part of town were incessant about wanting to pet her dogs and take pictures with her dogs and feeding her dogs garbage food.

… Rachel honestly wasn’t sure which was worse. And yet, the name of this place he’d just mentioned did sound slightly familiar? Maybe something Lisa had been blathering on about one of the times Rachel had tuned her out.

“… Heard of it. What’s it got to do with you two looking like that?”

The cat-woman pipes up at that, looking all perky and peppy.

“Oh! Well the Little Shop of Corruption sells items that give you stuff like this? It was a little disconcerting, finding out it’s permanent, but William and I enjoyed our transformations so much that we kept up the treatments!”

William, as he’s now been named, laughs a bit sheepishly as he rubs the back of his head.

“Heh, yeah. I had to ‘punish’ Joyce here when I found out that the stuff wasn’t going to wear off, but eh, we’ve made it work! It helps that Medhall has been paying us to do tests, as well as supplying us with more of the canine peppers and whisker fruits so we can augment ourselves further.”

Rachel just stares for a long moment, to the point that the pair lose their smiles. Eventually though, she speaks.

“… Canine peppers?”

William smiles again and nods.

“Yep! All this right here, this is the work of canine peppers! You just eat the food, and the transformation happens almost instantly. Starts with dog ears and a tail maybe, but the more you eat, the more you transform into a wolf-man like me! Or I guess it would be a wolf-woman in your case, heh.”

The butch young woman doesn’t dignify that with a response. Instead she whirls around and stalks away from the couple and their picnic, pulling her dogs along with her. Despite just thinking about the reasons that she hates the boardwalk… Rachel is heading directly there now. This Little Shop of Corruption, she hopes it’s obvious and easy to find, because she knows she’s going to have a limited amount of time to find and buy these canine peppers.

Wait, does she even have money? Sticking her hand in her pocket, Rachel feels a few bills there. Pulling them out, the mostly illiterate girls squints at the numbers. Mostly twos next to zeros, but there’s also a one next to two zeros as well. She’s pretty sure that’ll be enough, the only reason she even hangs around the Undersiders is for the cash, and so far she’d been paid well enough that she’s never been unable to buy something she needs for herself or her dogs.

Stuffing the crumpled bills back into her pocket, Rachel grunts and continues on her way. The transformation… she knows she needs it. Her human body has always been the weak link of her pack, after all.

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Waking up is a slow process, as the memories or dreams of how she’d ended up drawn to the Little Shop of Corruption fade away to be replaced by reality. She quickly forgets about the dog-man and cat-woman couple who’d essentially led her here, in favor of her new nostrils flaring and her new maw drooling as she takes in the scent of fried chicken.

Rachel gets up off her back onto her hands and knees as she whirls around to stare at a massive bucket of hot, fried chicken waiting at the head of the mattress she’d been laid out on. Before she can even take stock of her situation, the transformed young woman is driving her clawed hands into the bucket and pulling out the meat within. Piece after piece of fried chicken goes into Rachel’s mouth, bones and all, her enhanced new chompers crunching right through them just like it does through the meat.

She eats, and she eats, and she eats, stuffing her face until the twenty-piece bucket of fried chicken is empty and she’s left licking out the inside of the thing with her new tongue. Once the flavor is gone, the bucket is tossed away, no longer useful. Standing up, Rachel finds herself looking at a mirror, which she walks over to after realizing it IS a reflection, and not some monster staring back at her.

No, there’s no monster in the room now… except for her. Rachel can’t help but grin savagely at that thought, enjoying her new body from every single angle. She’s beautiful, and it’s the first time that the transformed girl has ever thought that about anything but a dog. Though of course, she IS a dog now, at least partially. Over half maybe?

Rachel stops her internal gushing and just takes stock of herself for a second. She’s taller now, and wider too. Not from fat though, she’s just straight muscle all fucking over. Her breasts have grown though, and she’s black fur all over, though it’s as short as fur can be. Her six nipples stand out a bit, but thankfully on the first pair actually comes with breasts. Her face is that of a dog, a Doberman breed to be exact. Her eyes are a fiery orangish reddish color and her ears are standing straight up against her skull.

She looks amazing, and completely unconsciously, Rachel finds herself reaching down between her legs, actually a bit turned on by her new form. And then her claws glide against her slit and her core heats up and her eyes go dramatically wide as her maw drops open. Holy shit, she needs a cock RIGHT FUCKING NOW! 

Shoving her fingers inside of her cunt does nothing, even when she pushes all four past her lower lips. Her pussy is big enough to fit two average-sized cocks with ease now, due to her new nature as a Hellhound-Morph. After all, male hellhounds have two dicks, don’t they… growling in need, Rachel falls to her knees and slams her entire fist up into herself, and that finally does it, at least enough to make her FEEL it.

She rapidly pounds her cunt with her fist, all the way up to her wrist and beyond, but even when an orgasm hits her a few seconds later, it doesn’t actually take away the need in her core. Eyes wide and mouth open as she pants, Rachel can only continue to fist herself there on her knees, masturbating feverishly as she tries and fails to fulfill her new desires.

That’s when the door opens and a certain minitaur pokes his head in to check on her. Asterion, the last remnants of Rachel’s sane mind supply. The minitaur was memorable because he’d known how to actually play with Brutus, Angelica, and Judas, and after a few minutes of watching them together, she’d gone ahead and left her dogs with him in order to follow the rat-man and midget woman to their laboratory.

Of course, the last remnants of Rachel’s sanity aren’t in charge right now. They might see Asterion the minitaur… all Rachel sees is the minitaur’s cock tenting up beneath his loincloth as he takes one look at her and blushes deeply at the lewd sight she’s made herself into.

Grinning ferally, the newly made hellhound falls forward onto all fours and begins to stalk towards him. He backs up a step, but it’s too late to run by that point. Rachel lunges then and there, pouncing at the massive cock attached to the small minitaur’s body. And then Asterion decks her in the face and Rachel is shocked when she actually flies back, crashing onto her back from the sheer force of his blow.

By the time she gets back up, Asterion is running out of the room and hollering at the top of his lungs.

“MOM-MIE!”

Rachel doesn’t really register this though, instead in her current state of heat, she’s only encouraged by the fact that he’s fought back. It means he’ll father stronger pups with her. Grinning even wider, the hellhound pursues the minitaur out of the room and down the hall. Before Asterion’s little legs can take him all the way to the stairs, Rachel is pouncing again and this time she’s got the upper hand, pinning him down and rolling him over.

His loin cloth is flicked to the side by now and she can see his massive meat stick as well as the huge nut sack attached to it. This behemoth is going to give her LOTS of pups. Leaning down, Rachel’s tongue traces out and she licks him from his balls to his cockhead as he whines and moos and squirms ineffectually beneath her.

Shuddering with need, Rachel prepares to mount her prisoner, all of her attention focused on the point between her legs where he and her cunt are going to meet. Before she can impale herself on his member, a foot suddenly presses against her chest, and then there’s pain as the leg that the foot is attached to follows through on the kick and Rachel is tossed across the room and into a wall.

The breath knocked out of her lungs from the impact slows her recovery for long enough that her assailant now stands between her and the massive dick that’s going to penetrate and fuck her senseless. A low growl leaves Rachel’s throat as she looks up and sees a masked woman in a skintight blue body suit. She’d passed by this one earlier, remembering her mostly because she and a fox-woman were breast feeding fox-babies in diapers. The memory sticks because she’d thought they were dog-babies in diapers at first.

Now though, the woman has become her enemy. Slowly rising to her feet, Rachel snarls in anger, hoping to scare the bitch away so she could get back to business. It doesn’t work unfortunately.

“I’m going to assume that you’re not actually in your right head right now. Whether it’s the heat driving you, the transformation fucking with your mind, or your lust-addled state, I’m going to assume you wouldn’t normally be trying to RAPE MY FUCKING SON!”

The masked woman punctuates her statement by having the arms of her bodysuit form into heavy gauntlets, that she then proceeds to slam together before you.

“So, I won’t kill you this time. But I am going to beat the utter SHIT out of you for even thinking you could try it!”

The words might as well be meaningless to Rachel. They fall on deaf ears, as the newly transformed hellhound sees nothing but another female in her way. Baring her sharp teeth, she launches herself towards the masked woman in the body suit, intending to tear her way through the bitch in order to get at the big-dicked prize currently behind her.

Intentions and reality are two different things. Rachel gets her ass handed to her, repeatedly. Her untrained brawler-style of fighting, combined with the Hellhound instincts further addling her human mind, are utterly worthless against her opponent’s strength, speed, and training. Not only is she getting her ass kicked, she’s also getting her ass molested.

With such an overwhelming advantage and a female beefcake to slake her lusts on, Taylor is going all out, completely dominating the newly made Hellhound in every way. Rachel goes down, overwhelmed by both pain and lust and ends up dragged from the hallway into a room and up onto a couch. Asterion is long gone and before she even knows what’s happening, the hellhound finds herself muzzle to cunt with a dripping wet pussy as the masked woman lowers her slit onto Rachel’s face.

“Lick you slut.”

And Rachel does, forced to eat out the one who had defeated her so handily, even as her conqueror belittles and degrades her.

“That’s a good bitch. Behave like an obedient little cunt licker, and I’ll reward you with a big, juicy bone up your hot, needy snatch. Act like a feral mongrel bitch again, and I will have Urta’s massive equine member fuck your ass until you learn to submit.”

Rachel can only whimper, her mind still addled, but submission definitely on the forefront now that she’d been so easily defeated in battle. While the need for a cock to fill her cunt was still present, she finds her focus solely on licking out her adversary. After a few minutes, the other woman cums all over her face… and then she does it again, and again. By the time she’s done, Rachel is a bit coated in pussy juices, and still feels unfulfilled.

“Alright, you’ve been a good bitch, so you’ve earned this ride. Come here you stupid mutt. The name’s Taylor by the way. Guess I’ll find out yours when you’re in your right mind again.”

Rachel barely pays attention to Taylor’s words as the other woman leans back and grows a massive goo-cock from her body-suit. It doesn’t seem like the real thing… but it’s good enough for the needy hellhound. Happily impaling herself on the massive phallus, Rachel can only moan and pant as it grows inside of her, filling her up to the brim.

“F-Fuck! Fuck harder Alpha! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

They’re the first words from Rachel’s mouth, after her transformation. Taylor immediately corrects her.

“Nope, not Alpha. Just a one-time thing bitch, I’ve already got a mate that calls me that and I have no desire for another. To put it a way you’ll understand, I’m just a den mother protecting her pup, alright?”

And funnily enough, Rachel can see it. It helps to have Taylor pull her head down and let her drink from a sudden nipple that appears out of the blue body suit of course. As she bounces up and down on the massive goo dildo, her orgasms coming fast and relentlessly, Rachel drinks long and hard from Taylor’s teat. Not Alpha… not alpha… just a den mother protecting her pup…

When Taylor ‘cums’ into Rachel, sacrificing a bit of Valeria to help numb the heat in the hellhound’s womb, she can’t quite handle it. Rachel’s eyes roll back in her head and she grows sleepy and sluggish as all of her sexual energy burns up. The last thing she feels before falling to sleep is Taylor’s hand stroking through her hair, scratching at her new doggy ears in an absolutely amazing fashion.

“That’s a good girl… sleep now. There you go.”

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When Rachel next wakes up, Brutus is sleeping beside her and she feels a lot saner, even as she finds a bowl full of meat in front of her, the no longer addled hellhound-morph abruptly senses someone looking at her. Glancing up, she finds Taylor staring with her arms crossed over her chest. Immediately, Rachel lowers her head and averts her gaze from the domineering woman. 

A moment later, Taylor’s hand is grabbing her snout and pulling her head up to look her in the eye.

“If you ever attempt to rape one of my children again, I will kill you without a second thought. However, I am no stranger to being overwhelmed by lust, and I have gone through heats of my own before. I know all too well how it feels when the only thing you can even THINK about is getting a dick inside you. So, I forgive you this once.”

Letting go of Rachel’s muzzle, Taylor straightens up and sighs as she holds up a bag.

“I took the money you brought to pay for your transformation and exchange it for some items you’ll need in order to customize someone close to you, so you can fuck THEM when you have the need to.”

Pulling out a bottle, Taylor holds it up.

“This is an Incubus Draft. It’ll make his cock thicker and longer. There are five of them in the bag.”

After that, there’s another bottle, this one of a different color and shape.

“This is Succubi’s Delight. It’ll make his balls larger and he’ll produce more cum. Five of them as well.”

And then there’s a third bottle, also of distinctly different shape and color.

“Vitality Tincture. It’ll make your mate of choice stronger, tougher, and most important of all, it’ll give him greater stamina. We sell these in limited amounts due to the potential for abuse, so you only get one. Don’t drink it yourself, you’re already stronger than what one dose of this shit can do for you. No point in wasting it.”

Rachel looks at the bag of potions hungrily. She doesn’t necessarily know who she’s going to use that stuff on yet… but she WILL find someone.

“There is some bad news though.”

Taylor looks apologetic, even as Rachel tilts her head to the side curiously.

“… We haven’t worked out all of the problems with the Hellhound formula and you suffered one of the side effects. Your womb has been rendered barren, so you won’t be able to have children.”

Rather than get upset, Rachel mulls this over and ultimately shrugs.

“Got my dogs… like puppies better than babies anyways.”

Taylor is a bit taken back by that, but Rachel is already moving towards the pile of her clothes she’s finally noticed on a nearby tail. Getting dressed, she discovers that her one loose clothes now fit quite tightly to her new frame. Someone even went to the trouble of cutting a hole in her pants, which her new tail fits through quite easily.

Once she’s done, Rachel wakes up Brutus and Taylor leads her to the exist, where Judas and Angelica are waiting as well. As Taylor hands Rachel the bag of potions, the hellhound-morph pauses and grunts as she looks the other woman in the eye.

“… Thanks.”

Taylor smiles and nods, and that’s the end of things as Rachel walks away, her three dogs in tow. That walk swiftly turns into a lope and soon enough Rachel is holding the bag of potions in her teeth as she transitions to all fours and speeds off into the distance, long before anyone even remotely connected to the authorities can notice her and do something about it.

Only once she’s gone does Asterion come out of hiding to latch onto Taylor’s leg, his massive dick rubbing against her shin. Taylor smiles and ruffles his hair.

“Did you have fun playing with her dogs at least?”

Asterion nods, looking at her with big solemn eyes.

“I did… but it also made me miss Maragi…”

Taylor just chuckles and crouches down to hug him.

“Well, in a few more weeks we’ll have more space for Maragi, so just be patient a little longer for me. Now, my big boy was very smart and brave today, and I think he deserves. So, what will it be sweetheart? Do you think you want to go fuck Lumi’s daughters, or would you rather have mommy’s ass?”

Asterion’s eyes widen to saucers as the minitaur considers that for a brief moment. Ultimately, he licks his lips and scuffs a hoof against the floor.

“… Mommy’s ass…”

Laughing, Taylor swoops her beloved son up into her arms and begins to pump his cock with one hand as she carries him to her bedroom. At the same time, her sentient goo suit begins to penetrate Taylor’s ass, lubing it up for the impending butt-fucking.

All’s well that ends well.

-x-X-x-

Alec likes it when everyone has shit to do. Thanks to his high profile bullcrap, he NEVER has shit to do, unless it’s time to mask up. No matter what, someone out there is keeping an eye out for his face. And so, he gets to stay inside the lair, even when everyone else is away. Which means he gets to enjoy the whole place to himself for however long that lasts!

Today, that was ALL day for some reason or other that Alec didn’t care about. He knew vaguely in the back of his head that Lisa had been ‘called away’ by the Boss that he still wasn’t sure really existed. He knew that Brian had had some family shit to deal with. And he knew that Rachel was out walking her dogs or maybe busting up some dog-fighting ring given she should have been home hours ago if she was JUST walking the dogs.

It doesn’t really matter to him though, it’s less than relevant to Alec’s interests. Instead, his attention and focus are solely on the screen in front of him as he headshots yet another noob. Grinning victoriously as the sounds of obscenities and vitriol fill his headset, Alec barely notices the grinding of metal downstairs, following by the clicking of nails as Rachel and her dogs get back from whatever the fuck they were doing.

As the door to the loft opens up and Rachel steps inside, Alec does spare her one glance, watching her struggle to get out of her too-tight-clothes, only to ultimately tear them off of herself in a moment of frustration. Huh, so Bitch turned herself into a bitch. Alec can’t really bring himself to be surprised by the transformation. He’s not SO sheltered that he hasn’t heard about people turning themselves into Case 53s here in Brockton Bay.

Brian and Lisa were likely to lose their shit when they finally got back though, so that was going to be fucking hilarious. A bit of movement on Alec’s screen has him pulling the trigger on is controller and another wave of obscenities from over his headset as he gets yet another headshot. Alec grins. Why yes, he is a camping son of a bitch. Thank you for noticing.

The match is over though now, and the losers are leaving in droves. Alec finally turns more of his attention towards Rachel, eyeing her up and down as he takes in her new form… and more specifically, all those muscles on muscles. It reminds him of why his father never kept physically strong women around him. No matter how much you controlled a woman’s mind and heart, if her control slipped in a moment of passion… well, accidents like that couldn’t exactly be fixed easily.

As Alec is smiling at the mental imagery of someone like Alexandria literally squeezing dear old dad’s cock into a pulp with her cunt, Rachel is busy stalking over to him. Suddenly, she’s standing between him and the TV and Alec frowns at that.

“Take your pants off.”

His response is immediate.

“Fuck you, do it yourself.”

Being a dick, of course that’s going to be how he reacts. C’mon, he’s not here to make it easy for the literal bitch standing before him now. Of course, he’s not surprised when Rachel kneels and proceeds to do just that, her massive new claws shredding through his pants and boxers as she gets dangerously close to his junk. When she’s revealed his dick to open air and it in turn begins to rise at the promise of sex, her blunt appraisal kind of irks him just a bit.

“Your cock is too small.”

Alright, that’s it. Alec begins to reach for his scepter as he decides whether he wants to shock the bitch or whether he wants to make her punch herself in her own cunt. Before he can do either however, Rachel is shoving a bottle of some strange looking fluid in his face. Blinking dumbly, Alec takes the thing and reads it. “Incubus Draft: It’ll make your dick bigger! Warnings inclu-“ that’s about as far as Alec gets before he shrugs, opens up the thing, and chugs it down.

True to the bottles’ ‘word’, his dick does get longer and thicker as a result of the Incubus Draft. It also repairs some of the fucked-up nerve connections in his brain. Nothing too important… just the ones that make him feel real pleasure. Alec’s eyes widen as Rachel’s tongue slides up and down his cock and he immediately cums all over her muzzle and her furred dog-face.

Rachel pauses and growls at him.

“Too soon. Drink this.”

Alec takes the next bottle from Rachel without complain, reading far enough to see its meant to grow his balls and increase his cum volume before downing that as well. And so begins a bit of a cycle. Rachel continues to lick at his rapidly evolving cock, while fisting her cunt with one hand quite vigorously. At the same time, her other hand keeps reaching down into a bag at her side, and coming back up with yet another bottle for Alec to drink.

As dead inside as he is, and as good as her tongue feels on his cock, Alec just keeps drinking, not a care in the world… until the third Incubus Draft leaves him with a moment of pain and an entirely new second dick.

Both Rachel and Alec pause at that, staring down at the sudden growth of genitalia for a long moment. Then, Rachel just continues licking, now alternating between the two dicks as Alec goes back to drinking the questionable potions. Honestly, he has no problem with having two cocks. The number of dick jokes he can make has just doubled!

Soon enough, the potions are gone. Alec drinks the last and burps heartily, even as Rachel leans back and strokes his long, thick shafts.

“Good… now you’re big enough.”

Alec should sure hope so. His members are engorged by this point and his massive balls are churning with untapped potential. When Rachel crawls on board and guides both of his cocks up into her cunt, Alec groans at the tight pressure around his double-dick and immediately cums, filling her with his seed. Of course, he’s still hard, even as Rachel tears his shirt apart and begins to bounce up and down on his length.

She’s soaking wet, he’s rock hard… what’s not to like about this situation? Not to mention, she’s unbelievably hot. Not just inside of her cunt, but now with her body so close to his, Alec can literally feel the heat radiating off of the hellhound-morph. It feels good, especially since it’s the middle of February and the main lair is pretty fucking drafty, especially without any clothing.

Still, Alec is just happy to fuck the shit out of a tight cunt. %She in turn lifts her head to the ceiling and howls as she clutches at her tits, gripping and kneading her massive mammaries. Rachel climaxes around his members over and over again, and Alec in turn cums inside of her just as much thanks to the Succubi’s Delight he’s consumed.

The rough sex just doesn’t seem to end… until finally, about twelve releases in, Alec’s stamina begins to fail him. The spirit is still willing, but the flesh is swiftly becoming spongey and weak.

“Fuckin’… fuck, not sure I can keep going Bitch… it’s good and all, but I’m still human… got limits.”

Rachel pauses, her chest heaving and her maw open as she pants heavily. She’s covered in sweat, but then so is he at this point, and he’s the one who’s been sitting under the couch doing the least amount of work. A derisive snort leaves the hellhound’s muzzle as she leans over without actually getting off his dicks. She drags the bag up from its place on the floor onto the couch beside them, and she pulls out one last potion that Alec hadn’t noticed, assuming the bag was empty by this point.

“Drink.”

He takes the potion and eyes it.

“Vitality Tincture… alright, this might help, yeah.”

If it’s anything like the other potions were, it definitely will. With his cock actually beginning to go soft inside of Rachel’s cunt, Alec pulls the stopper off the bottle and downs the Vitality Tincture without a second thought. It goes down easily, just like the other shit, and a moment later he feels more than revitalized, he actually feels stronger as his cocks harden once more inside Rachel’s cunt.

Alec begins to thrust up into Rachel once more, but before he can really get a good pace going, the hellhound-morph is planting her feet on the ground and lifting him off the couch. All the skinny, big-dicked young man can do is blink as he’s carried off by a much taller Rachel, his cocks staying inside of her the entire way to her room.

In the end though… Alec finds he doesn’t truly mind the manhandling. After all, by the time he and Rachel are done fucking come morning (or potentially late afternoon with all this insanity going on) he’ll have mapped out her new nervous system entirely. What he’ll do with that power… well, he hasn’t decided yet, but he will eventually.