The Touch of an Incubus #1 (Patreon)

Michael was a devout Catholic and an ardent believer in God. However, he was also fearful of evil. During his early years of adulthood, he was chronically addicted to masturbation. Lust was a powerful demon that he overcame over years of motivation and practice. When he joined the church, he vowed not to spill his seed in vain. But it always bothered him in his subconscious that he may relapse. What made it worse for him was the cause of his addiction – sissy hypnosis. It’s been years since his baptism that he had never touched women’s clothes, but he couldn’t deny that a part of him still yearned to dress and act like a slut. He had tried therapy before Christ, but he chickened out, afraid of being diagnosed with gender dysphoria. He couldn’t face the truth, nor the transphobic backlash that came with it. So, he chose to live a reclusive religious life.

It was a constant battle for him with his own mind that he eventually won every day due to his belief in himself and God. However, the desire also grew within him as time passed. To turn away from the darkness within him, he became a priest at the church. But the more he lived in denial, the more vulnerable and anxious he became. He spent sleepless nights contemplating about his sexual identity and how sinful he was for entertaining such thoughts. He asked for forgiveness every moment of his life. He committed himself to the cause of spreading the word of God and cast out possessed evil by exorcisms. The demons often saw the struggle within him and lured him by promising him to fulfill his deepest, darkest desire. But Michael knew that path would only lead to hell.

It was the night of a full moon when he had to exorcise a demon out of a thirteen-year-old girl. The girl had hit puberty about a week ago, and the lustful monster had possessed her body to corrupt her soul. “In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit, I command thee, LEAVE!” Michael barked at the demon, followed by reciting hymns from his holy book. The pale-skinned girl with dark hollow eyes stared at her with a sly grin on her face. “Interesting,” she said with a dual overlap in her tone. And the demon was gone, just like that. Even Michael was surprised by how easy it was this time.

Back early at his home, he freshened up, had supper, and went to bed. It was a quarter past midnight when a whisper called him out of his slumber. His heart thudded in his chest as he lifted his heavy eyelids slowly but couldn’t. He couldn’t move a muscle. Suddenly, the world beneath him slipped away. He tried to scream, but his lips didn’t budge. As he fell freely to what he presumed was his death, he prayed to God for one last time. Instantaneously, the spell broke, and he woke up in his bedroom as usual. Michael knew about sleep paralysis as he had them in his past, but this, in particular, was something else according to him. After some more prayers, he fell back to sleep.

Similar incidents kept happening for over a month. The clasps of the invisible force were getting tighter after every encounter, and the voice was more discernible. It spoke in a feminine voice, “Embrace yourself, give in to your desire,” while it stroked its fingers all over his body. Michael couldn’t help but get turned on as these acts rekindled his suppressed sissy self. The voice reminded him of the suggestive hypnotic videos he used to watch in his early days. These affirmations echoed for hours, keeping him half-awake the entire night. His life during the day started getting affected by it. He couldn’t concentrate as he was drowsy and turned on all the time. His colleagues suspected if he was high or if something was bothering him, but they kept their curiosity to themselves. “I just had a bad sleep,” Michael said to anyone who asked him. He was not lying, but he was not speaking the complete truth either.

On a fateful night, the voice eventually broke his mind, and he gave in. The shackles holding him down were set loose. The voice whispered in his ear, “Good girl.” Michael opened his eyes and looked at the empty room. His penis throbbed and leaked precum from the pent-up sexual tension. He sighed and went to pee in the bathroom. When he returned, he was taken aback by the demoness bent over on his bed, waiting for him. The room was lit with a bluish hue coming from the moon, making her presence look menacing as well as alluring at the same time. She looked at him with her bright red eyes and devilish grin. Her sizeable breasts drooped down and jiggled along with her curvy buttocks as she gradually slid in her own tail into her arsehole and kept thrusting it. Her long dark hair slithered on her back, emitting a scent that enchanted Michael. He couldn’t draw his eyes off of her. Every passing moment made him more restless as she moaned, gazing at her. He pulled out his enlarged dick and rushed behind her. In one swift motion, he shoved it inside her dripping cunt and kept fucking her like a beast. She moaned and giggled as she saw her sinister plans come to fruition. It wasn’t long until Michael discharged all of his semen into her cursed womb. She disappeared into thin air, and Michael dropped over onto the bed like dead meat.

The next day in the morning, when he saw himself in the mirror, he looked different. He gasped as he noticed his penis had lost an inch when erect, which he didn’t mind as it was a fantasy come true for him. He couldn’t believe this was really happening to him. He was actually turning into a real woman. “There’s no stopping now. I am going to get what I want, be it from God, he muttered to himself, “or the Devil.”