The Touch of an Incubus #2 (Patreon)

After a couple of more sexual advances with the hellish entity, Michael was unrecognizable. His jawline was smooth, so was his skin. His hips and butt had slightly expanded, giving a subtle curve to his body. There was a hint of developing breasts that looked more like man-boobs. His shoulders, hands, legs, waist were all slimmed down to feminine figures. His penis had shrunk dramatically into a small nub. His friends were shocked when they realized that the strange woman walking into the church in priest clothes was Michael! The church confronted Michael, trying to find the cause behind this physical transformation. He resisted and acted aggressively like his possessed clients. He ran away into the woods nearby and sneaked into his house at night.

It was the full moon, again. And there she was, standing in the corner of the room. As she walked out of the shadows, Michael bit his lips as he reveled in the thought that this was it. He was going to be turned into the woman he desired to be. The demoness crawled on the bed and slithered her tongue around what was left of Michael’s penis. Michael moaned from the sensations emanating from his nether. As she slurped in the fluid oozing out from his shrinking nub, Michael shrieked in desperate pleasure as he squeezed his growing breasts, “Oh fuck! Yesss…”

His hair started growing while his physique melted, taking in a more voluptuous shape. He felt the nub retracting into him and flesh being exposed to the tongue that seemed to be entering deeper into his abdomen. It seemed coarser and thicker, but Michael didn’t complain as it only stimulated him more. His breasts bulged out under the pressure as he laid on his stomach. He heard the soft whimpers of the demoness turn into manly groans of a demon. As he felt strong hands explore his morphing body, a rush of excitement washed over him. Michael felt intimidated by the menacing presence of a powerful being behind him, gobbling his newfound pussy. But he couldn’t help giving in to the menacing creature who knew the exact points to push, which made him writhe involuntarily. “I can’t…. this feelsss… fuck!” Michael squealed in an androgynous voice.

The demon grabbed Michael by his breasts and pulled him up towards him. “Aaahhh…” Michael gasped as he punctured his sharp canines into Michael’s neck. Michael didn’t feel any pain but only euphoria as the changes dramatically accelerated. His breasts bounced as they ballooned out within the demon’s grip. His face became more womanly as his lips and eyelashes got thicker, and his cheekbones became more prominent. His hair now flowed down towards his shoulders while his nose narrowed down to feminine proportions. “Mmmmm… fuck me, please,” Michael gulped in his anticipation as he spoke in a submissive sultry tone. “Sure, my slave,” the demon spoke in a voice so deep, Michael’s heart thumped in fear. His body shivered as his humongous nipples jut outwards, sending chills down his spine.

The demon pushed him down, making Michael fall on his face with his petite ass exposed and raised for his convenience. The demon chuckled as he aimed his giant shaft’s tip against the tight slit of Michael. The throbbing member at his entrance made Michael squirm like a little girl. After all, it was his first time. As the demon shoved the huge shaft into his virgin hole, Michael was shocked by the alien feeling engulfing his mind. The rough and bumpy demon cock stimulated his inner walls so intensely that his mind broke. All trace of masculinity was wiped out from his psyche as his mind screamed to submit. The shared bond between the two sent waves of lust into Michael’s mind, corrupting his very soul. “Fuck! Fuck me hard, master! I have been a bad girl for so many years!”

As the demon kept fucking Michael from behind, his body was dawned upon with more changes. His body became more flexible, making him arch his back and spread his legs more easily. His supple breasts drooped down, gaining more mass. His face became more feminine, and his hair flowed down past his shoulders, reaching down to his elbows. The demon’s thrusts sent ripples over his fatty asscheeks and jiggled his bosoms. The engorged nipples rubbed against the fabric of the bedsheets, making Michael bite his lips in pleasure. “Ooooohhh,” his first female orgasm sealed his fate while he laid there like the slut he was turning into, taking the entire length into his dilated hole. But even when Michael knew the transformation was complete, the demon was not done with him. He kept fucking him as Michael was hit with subsequent climaxes, breaking his inhibitions and sexual barriers. His body was getting more voluptuous, making him realize that the demon had other plans for him…