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Forced Changes

By: capn_doggy



I awoke in the darkness, my blankets curled half around my half my body, hugging me like a giant anaconda. An uncomfortable dampness soaked my ass mixing with the shot dark mess of hair creating a sticky mass. I've gotta start turning down the thermostat, I thought drowsily as I rolled over covering my nude form fully in the blanket. I drifted off to a sleep that was once more plagued with nightmares of an unnatural woman sticking things in my ass. 

In a dark corner of the room two unnatural points of blue lights stared unblinking at the male form breathing steadily in the darkness. 

I awoke groggily in the morning, peeling myself out of bed, my back and ass sticky from the sweaty residue of the haunting nightmares of the previous day. I scratched at my junk, yawning as I stumbled into the shower. Note to self, stop reading urban fantasy before bedtime, it causes some seriously uncomfortable dreams. I turned the shower to lukewarm and started lathering myself, once more grateful to live alone in my apartment, I felt dirty from last night's heat. Having to wait for the bathroom would suck. My living alone also meant that all the utilities were mine to pay. This led to nights like last night, the sweaty nights sleep caused by frugality necessitated by my entry level job while I went to school. I vigorously scraped around my body trying to scrub away the lingering memories. I was drying off as I heard phone ringing on my bed. I scrambled to pick it up but the call stopped just I made it to my dresser. I listened to the message mom had left. 

"Sydney, this is your mother calling on Saturday morning to remind you about your grandfather's birthday tomorrow. We are meeting him at Perkins at 9:00. You know the one by the airport. Hope you didn't drink too much last night. Love you honey." I laughed at the last bit. My mom knew I hated the taste of alcohol and preferred a Friday night of video games and books over socializing. Speaking of which, I flipped open my kindle to finish my book about werewolves and vampires that had fueled my latest nightmares. My stomach started grumbling as I was reaching the climax of the book. I pried myself away to get a bowl of Lucky Charms, splashing milk some milk into it as I sat at my kitchen table. I went back to the book as I absentmindedly shoveled the soggy sugary cardboard mass into my mouth. I continued to eat as a generic half vampire finally got around to accepting her heritage thus gaining the power necessary to defeat the megalomaniac werewolf. 

It was a cliche and generic book but I still felt the rush of imagining the glorious triumph of good over evil. I noticed I finished the cereal but hunger still gnawed at my belly. I spotted an old apple resting on my counter, its dusky red skin highlighted in the morning sun. I had dropped it on the floor earlier in the week when I grabbed it's brother to slake a previous hunger. I looked at it carefully before shrugging and munching around the soft spot. Join your brothers in the rest of the glorious dead. The hunger diminished but did not go away. I was officially out of food in my apartment. I ordered a couple of Jimmy John's sandwiches and turned on the tv to watch some Sports Center as I waited for the food to arrive. 

A little bit later, Jimmy John's texted me and I met him outside the building ravenous hunger causing my limbs to feel weak. I shoved money into the delivery guys hand as I hurried back to my room. I shredded the sandwich bag and inhaled the sandwiches the hunger having grown uncontrollable in the intervening time. The sandwiches did nothing for the hunger. In fact my entire body started to grow hot as my stomach clenched in a painful cramp. The heat concentrated on my nipples and pelvis as I curled up into a ball on the floor. The pain washing over my body in waves of blinding heat. My fingers curled into claws that scratched ineffectively at the generic off white carpet of my room. I rocked myself on the floor, unable to concentrate from the pain, as tears leaked out of my eyes to stain the carpet. 

I'm dying. This is how I die curled up, alone, on the floor. I could read it now, lonely man dies of strange gastrointestinal distress. Doctors stumped. He is survived by his mother and father and accomplished nothing during his life. Something shifted inside me and I felt the heat pool sharply in little orbs of fire in my chest before they exploded, causing brief cessations of pain. The relief felt orgasmic, in stark contrast to the burning heat of the previous moment and I failed to notice the miniscule expansion that accompanied the bubbles bursting. The wires in my brain shorted again, the overwhelming heat concentrated on my pelvis flipped. the raging inferno transforming from pain to incredible pleasure. My overstimulate penis throbbed painfully, half erect, constrained by shorts. My prostate ached in need and I tried to release my package from its confines but my trembling muscles refused to obey my commands. 

The pressure built and built until a damn burst inside me as cum erupted from my balls soaking my underwear and shorts. The release was enormous, causing my whole body to clench and release in a mighty orgasm . The relief was short lived as the pressure quickly built again causing my pants to tighten as they labored to control my raging erection. The pain of my cock straining against my pants wasn't quite as noticeable this time as I quickly built to a second orgasm. I was held captive by the alternating pleasure and pain in both my cock and breasts. The sensations built and released in an unending cycle with less recovery time between each release. The pain a little less each time until I was drowning in a sea of overwhelming pleasure. I was almost continuously orgasming as rivulets of liquids ran down my legs and shorts. Finally I was able to release my hold on consciousness and drifted gratefully into the unfeeling darkness. 

"Sweet Sydney. It's time to wake up, you have duties to attend to." The sultry tones of a woman tickled my consciousness rousing me from my therapeutic sleep. For the second time in as many days I awoke with a sticky feeling on my body this time it was over my legs. I groaned as I disorientingly lifted myself off the floor. I quickly remembered what had happened and I braced myself for any strange burning feelings. Nothing.I noticed was the odd weights I felt on my upper chest and a drafty feeling I felt on my legs but nothing painful caught my attention. It was at this point that I realized I was not alone in my room. I opened my eyes and gazed upon the most beautiful naked woman I had ever seen. She was gorgeous and voluptuous with perky tits that begged to be stroked. Her skin had a soft golden tone and her brilliant blue eyes pierced the intervening distance. Her right eye was slightly obscured by the straight brown locks that ran down to her shoulder blades but the glowing blue orb seemed to shine through her hair anyway, grabbing my gaze in its intensity. My eyes lowered to the rest of her anatomy and I saw that she had two very unusual things about her. One, she had a throbbing eight inch cock jutting out right above an inflamed pussy. Two, she had a whip thin tail with a spade shaped head the size of a deck of cards that was wrapping around said cock stroking it slowly. I backed away in fear quickly hitting the opposite wall in my haste to get away. She had a disappointed look on her face as she slowly stalked toward me her padded hips swaying provocatively. "Really. Is that any way to greet your new mistress." 

Hallucinating. Was my immediate thought. Man I should not have ate that apple. I stopped panicking at that thought. I stood up straight and walked over to her because, excluding the appendages, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Man, my subconscious needs a serious talking to. This seems so real. 

"Much better," she purred as she reached out to touch me chest. The panic quickly returned as her touch brought my attention to some changes in my own anatomy. I had tits. Her hands contacted my naked flesh, my flesh gave way, softly conforming to the shape of her hand. Her touch dispelled the notion that this was a hallucination as pleasure shot through my chest, pooling in my pelvis in a ball of electricity. She lightly caressed my breasts through my shirt teasing the nipple slightly causing little bursts of sensation. I felt a dampness in my pelvic region and refused to consider any additional change. My eyes darted about as I frantically searched for an avenue of escape. I turned to run, to escape from the magical touch that was turning my flesh into a quivering pool of jelly. I made it one whole step before a powerful arm reached across my chest and pinned me to her chest in a vice like embrace. Her penis slid between my legs still being stroked by her tail. They pushed against the wet spot on my jeans and I moaned aloud at the bolt of lightning that diffused through my flesh at the pressure. This can't be happening. I need to wake up now. My breath rushed in and out of me in harsh panicked breaths, I struggling vainly to free myself from her silky embrace. 

"Shhhhh. Honey. It'll all be over soon." She whispered into my ear as her free hand reached down to her throbbing member and scooping off a bead of liquid that had formed at its tip. Her smell wafted over me and I relaxed into her grasp letting her firm mounds press into my back. She smelled of musky spices and desire. The damp spot on my pants turned into a trickle of fluids as I became hornier than I had ever felt before. She brought the liquid to my mouth before gently pressing her finger to my lips slipping effortlessly inside my mouth. The flavor burst on my tongue with the delicious sweetness of a dozen fruits. I shuddered in ecstasy as I swirled the flavor throughout my mouth. I suckled lightly on her finger trying to scrape every last particle off her finger with my tongue. The part of my brain that was scared of the situation was no longer in control. I now only had one objective, obtain more of that delectable substance. 

The woman turned me around and looked me in the eye gauging my reaction. I was now a slave to my lust as she slowly pushed me to the floor unwinding her tail from her cock as she did. The tumescent member stood proudly in front of me as I greedily pulled its length into my mouth. I slathered her member with my spit and quickly got to bobbing my head back and forth. I had seen this done a couple of times in pornos but had no reliable experience. I moved enthusiastically as I tried to coax the delicious liquid from it. Spit dripped down my face and chin as her member surged in and out of my mouth. I felt its length expand slightly as she grasped my head and pulled it tight to her stomach, sheathing herself fully. I choked on her girth as thick spurts of her sweet cum poured directly into my stomach. I orgasmed at the taste and consciousness left me once more as the rational part of my mind railed helplessly against the bars of lust. 

I was awakened at the wet sound of flesh slapping flesh in a loud clap. I wasn't sticky, which, compared to the last couple of times I had awoken, was an outlier. A burning sting on my inner thigh informed me where the sound came from. I could feel locks of wet hair tickling my shoulders as the scent of musky spice roused me entirely from my sleep. 

"Can't have you sleeping on the job can we. Besides, you'll want to be awake for this." 

I looked up off my bed to see the woman from last night towering over me, penis in hand. 

Awake for what? 

The thought barely had time to form before the woman thrust her hips forward sharply, impaling me on her entire length in one smooth stroke. There was a burst of pain as something inside me tore free, giving way to the invader within my body. The woman paused for a moment allowing my clenched muscles to relax slightly before she started rocking her hips causing delicious friction to rise from my pussy. No avoiding its presence this time. My cock had been replaced with a womanly slit. Our positions gave me full view of her invasion as my gaze passed through my own bouncing tits. A newly familiar pool gathered quickly in my gut as she continued her even pace. The sweet friction of her member inside of me caused my eyes to close, basking in the swirling sensations rising from my pussy. I knew I should be rejecting this but lust was still in control and I was reveling in the wanton hedonism of the act. The electricity grew in intensity sending out little shocks throughout my body that caused muscles to clench and release in an effort to discharge it. The woman smiled at my reactions as she leaned forward and gently teased the nipples of my bare breasts. The two points of additional stimulation caused the pleasure to peak sharply and then rush in a wave throughout my body as I flooded her member with my juices. 

"That's it baby. Cum for me." Her grin was more predatory now as she continued her metronome like thrusting into my body. I expected the boneless relaxation of post orgasm I was used to. My body had other ideas. As my muscles finally finished tensing I realized that the pool of electricity had never gone away, it was waiting and it now continued its growth at the woman's tender ministrations. I was past the point of orgasm yet the pleasure continued to grow. I felt myself clenching instinctively on her shaft my pussy attempting to coax the fluid from it. Each tense of my pussy caused a delicious feeling of fullness in me and I realized I was quickly approaching another peak. I grabbed my own nipples this time and pulled sharply attempting to recreate the sensation of before and drive myself through sweet swell of release. I moaned wantonly before I finally passed through my second orgasm as the woman continued to pound away at me. 

The smile on the woman's face was gone and replaced with a look of intense concentration. Her movements were no longer smooth and even and were instead jerky and fierce. She slammed into me as I felt her swell inside me filling my every crevice with her member. I had moment of feeling the wet heat of her fluid discharge inside me before my mind exploded in a coruscation of heat flowed through my body instantly sending me to a third orgasm. The compounded reactions of the second and third orgasm had me lying bonelessly on the bed panting from the effort. She pulled out with a wet plop as her cum clung desperately to my vagina in a gooey wad. The rational part of my mind was able to break through the post coital haze for a moment to whisper breathlessly, heartbrokenly. 

"Why?" 

The satisfied smirk left her face. There was a flash of sorrow, that was quickly replaced with a merciless grin. 

"Didn't you enjoy being my cum bucket? I'll show you pleasures you've never known. Sleep now sweety, mistress will be here when you wake up." 

Tears dripped from my eyes as consciousness faded once more. I weeped as I felt a piece of me die, the majority of my mind reveling in the warmth flowing through my body and the security I felt at her dominance. 

I sharply jerked awake in my room, heart hammering wildly in my chest. I kept my eyes peeled shut and tried not to move, afraid of what I would feel if I did. A hand slipping from behind me drawing smoothly across my chest quickly confirmed my fears. I shuddered at the smooth caress, the fingertips leaving little trails of heat in their wake. I opened my eyes and turned to look into the glorious visage of my tormentor. A stab of desire tore through me body as my gaze locked onto her shining blue orbs. 

"How bout you make us some breakfast honey. And don't even think about covering that beautiful form with clothing." 

I wanted to deny her. To scream. To escape... 

I failed to do any of these things, instead I simply nodded. Luxuriating in the heat pouring off her bare skin for a moment before shrugging off the blankets. I tried to go over to my abandoned clothes piled in the corner of the room but my body paid my mind no attention. I sauntered into the kitchen and realized that I was still out of food. I panicked for a moment, realizing I couldn't fulfill mistresses request. Would she be mad at me. Wait. Why should I care if I failed to obey her? I hated her... right? The conflict tore at my insides as my mind warred with itself. The dilemma was resolved as I realized I could order some crepes from a local bakery that delivered. I called the number and ordered a variety of fruit crepes. Unsure what to do while I waited for the food to arrive I stood motionless in the kitchen. I should run. I thought. Why would we leave mistress? We should wait for her. The subservient part of my mind won the battle and I gently went and lowered myself to the floor outside my bathroom. I listened to the sound of mistress showering as the pieces of my mind continued to war inside me. The sound of water turned off and my mistress opened the door to see my kneeling form. I couldn't be sure but once more a flicker of sadness seemed to shoot across her features as she gazed down at my prostrated form. 

"Food?" 

"On its way mistress. I apologize for failing to do your bidding instantly. I accept any punishment you deem necessary." What the fuck was I saying. This isn't me, I tried to wail. I don't act like this. 

"That's okay. I'm sure we'll be able to think of something to pass the time." She paused for a moment and I watched as her cock retreated into her body with a wet schlurping sound. She crooked a finger towards me as she went over to the bed her moist lips glistening in a wetness that had nothing to do with water. She guided my unresisting head to her moist pussy as she leaned back on my bad. I flickered my lips tentatively against her puffy outer labia getting a small taste of her juices in the process. Oh my god. This was even better than her cum. I licked a small ring around her outer labia as her heady taste removed all thoughts of resistance from my head. Her juices tasted like a creamy semi sweet chocolate, a delicate bitterness lending depth to the flavor. 

I abandoned my exploratory licks as I ruthlessly plunged my tongue into her creamy depths. She let out an appreciative moan at my ministrations. I instinctively reached down and slipped a finger into my own depths. My tongue seemed longer than I remembered as I alternating a thrusting and twisting motion that was effortless. Her moans grew louder at the attention. A pressure grew at my lower spin that tingled as I relentlessly stroked my inner walls. My finger glanced a nub at the top of my folds and I gasped, momentarily stunned by the shock of pleasure. I returned to my ministrations as I contemplated this discovery. I brought my free hand up from its grasp on her thigh as I used my thumb to peel back the upper folds of her pussy. I could see a similar nub on her body and I decided to use my newly acquired knowledge of female anatomy. I viciously attacked her depths with my tongue and I pressed sharply against the nub rubbing it back and forth furiously. 

She let out a wordless shriek of noise and I found myself choking as a deluge of her creamy nectar flooded my mouth releasing the pressure I had building to crash through my limbs. She laid her head back breathing heavily as I rested my own gasping head against her stomach. My face and upper chest were sticky from the thick cream that had escaped my mouth. I drew my finger across my upper chest gathering the thick liquid onto my finger. I brought the finger into my mouth and let out a final shudder as an aftershock raged through my body at the taste. I jerked up in surprise as I heard a knock a my door. 


Forced Changes Ch. 02



Preview/Spoiler Tags: Nonconsent, Futanari, MFF, Transgender, Femdom, Reluctance, Transformation, Succubus, Dickgirl 

***** 

The door softly clicked shut behind us as we passed the threshold of our apartment. I tried to gently pry myself out of her grasp but she clung to me like a drowning man grabs a life preserver. Maybe it"s more like a fat guy holding onto the last twinkie in the world. Either way, I struggled to separate myself from her but she just increased her grip. I sighed as I remembered how easily she had lifted my weight earlier. New plan. I walked over to the bed and gently tilted us back to land on it. I had an evil grin on my face as I remembered teasing my sister in a similar manner. I took my free hand and I stealthily crept it down to the side of her stomach before poking her flesh with my fingers. She let out a little laugh at my probing attack. You're mine now, the grin climbed higher on my face as I flashed my teeth. I grasped and prodded her flesh in a ferocious tickle attack that had her bucking and squirming beneath me. Her peals of laughter rang out, filling the apartment in joyful sound. The grin vanished from my face as she launched a counter salvo at my arm pit. Captain we're hit, we're going down. I hadn't been ticklish before but this had obviously changed with the upgrades to Sydney 2.0. 

She was unstoppable as she poked and prodded my flesh, judging my reactions to each. My armpits and the crease behind my knees proved very susceptible to attack as she worked her way down my body. Oh no. She looked up at me slyly as she reached my feet. She grabbed a foot in her iron grasp as I struggled harder. She stroked my foot like a musician does when testing the tuning of an instrument. Evidently I was sufficiently in tune as my leg muscles twitched and tightened involuntarily at her feathery touch. She started strumming and I twitched and jumped, my laughter dying as I ran out of breath. My chest started hurting as the laughter became painful. Tears leaked from my eyes as she stopped playing with my foot. 

She smiled as she flopped down on top of me, pinning me to the bed with her weight. The top of her head rested under my chin as her hair cascaded across the side of my body. She listened as my frantic breathing slowed in time with my staccato heartbeat. It took a couple of minutes for me to calm and feel comfortable with wearing her like a blanket. She lifted her head and smiled at me with hooded eyes as her hands started to drift up and down my sides almost accidentally glancing my breasts in her motion. I grasped her hands to stop her from tempting me and slid out from under her. I scooted back to lean against the headboard and she followed me, leaning over me to continue her tantalizing assault of me, lust shining in her gaze. 

"Wait. We need to talk. I have a million questions and I deserve some answers." 

She gave me an exaggerated frown at the request. Her eyes glistened as she widened them, pleading me with puppy dog eyes. 

"Quit that. You had plenty of time with me this week. I have things I need to know." 

Her face became suddenly serious at my tone. A look of worry crossed her face but quickly smoothed away as she met my gaze. 

"First off I'm assuming this is permanent. No changing back right?" 

She nodded in affirmation, tears filling her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak. 

"Nope. Let me ask my questions then you can fill in the blanks. You're obviously not human. What are you?" 

"Technically, I'm a succubus." My eyes widened at this. "But the myths are very different from reality." 

"Okayyy, I'm not gonna touch that particular can of worms yet. Continuing on..." I thought for a moment and decided to approach my most pressing concerns. 

"How... functional, are my new assets?" She looked at me in confusion. 

Uggghhhh, so embarrassing. 

"Can I get pregnant?" I blurted out. I blushed as she looked at me blankly. She gave me a look of understanding as she gently touched my face. 

"No. You cannot get pregnant. Nor can you get anyone other than me pregnant." 

"That"s good." I sighed in relief. "Wait a second... you said other than me. Does that mean...?" 

"Yes. Your seed is only viable to me." My eyes opened wide in panic as I recalled the furious lovemaking I had forced on her at the front door. The unprotected furious lovemaking. She giggled lightly at my panic. 

"It's okay. I'm sure you'll be a great father." I almost hyperventilated at the thought of the responsibility of raising a little succubus. Bouncing her on my knee as her tail waved behind her happily. No honey it's not okay to seduce your classmates... 

"Kidding. Succubi are only fertile a couple of times during the year and only their bonded can impregnate them." 

"Hahaha..." I let out a strained laugh at her poor joke. "How do I produce semen? I don't have balls anymore?" 

"Of all the things you would ask, you want to know the mechanics of your cum production?" she asked incredulously. 

"I'm studying to be a mechanical engineer at the university. These sort of things always bothered me in the erotica I've read. Plus you said you were a succubus so I'm a little concerned about the ramification of that..." my voice trailed off as I rambled. 

"Okay then let me educate you about your new body. We'll start from the top and work our way down." She released me from her grasp to kneel between my legs in a very subservient posture, though her eyes danced with mischief. 

"Your tone and complexion will always be perfect no matter your circumstances. It's a supernatural trait that succubi share with their lovers. Your conversion to the fairer sex is a unique trait specific to my family. At some point in the past a jilted lover of an ancestor cursed said ancestor to have a penis, believing this would scare away potential mates. She was angry at my ancestors for stealing the dowry she had her eye on. Instead of scaring away targets the curse interacted unpredictably with the succubus' aura causing the shifting of desirable mates from males to females." 

"I'm not sure if you noticed but I wasn't a female before you came along." I interjected. 

"Quiet. I'm still covering the basics. We'll get there." She scolded me giving the same scowl a schoolteacher would give an unruly student. 

"Normal succubi find their mates by tempting men with their form and checking their essence for compatability. After the succubus has tasted the essence of a man they then decide whether or not to mate with them. They encourage lustful behaviour this by spreading their pheromones which lower inhibitions. This makes it easier to check a multitude of essences. " 

"I'm quite familiar with the pheromones." She raised her eyebrow at me interruption. 

"Anyway...those pheromones were strengthened by the mutation of the curse, now they encouraged subordinate behavior to the point of completely erasing a person"s free will." 

"Also familiar with that" I said in a subdued tone. Her eyes shone with an unspoken apology. 

"Occasionally my family oddball is born whom is not attracted to females, instead they retain the desire for males present in the normal succubi. This leads to problems when they attempt to mate with the potential male mate because the succubus' magic...encourages...the male form to change in order take advantage of the succubus' unique assets." 

"Holy shit. Those weren't nightmares. That was you. You raped me." I exclaimed in realization. She looked very sheepish at my accusation. 

"Rape is such a strong word... You didn't exactly say no." 

"How could I say no when I was ASLEEP!" The urge to hit something flowed through my limbs and I clenched my hands in impotent rage. 

"I'm sorry alright. I couldn't help myself. I smelled our compatibility as you entered the building and I followed you here. I snuck in and intended to get to know you better so I could seduce you. But then you smelled so good, and you were all alone, and I lost control. I'm sorry I went about this all wrong. You changed and I couldn't let you go and tell anyone about your change and that got you enthralled with my pheromones and that led to a whole new set of problems..." The words tumbled out of her mouth in a single stream of consciousness. Tears were leaking from her eyes as she tangled her hand hands nervously in the blankets. She refused to meet my gaze as she stared at the wall. I took her hands in mine. I brought them to my lips and kissed them lightly. She met my gaze and I set aside my anger in the face of her obvious distress. 

"It's okay honey. I'm not exactly happy about the manner it came about. But the results have been very... enjoyable. I don't know why but I feel so good with you." I gathered her into an embrace. 

"Cause we're mated. It's a magic thing. We are compatible and my magic reinforces that feeling of togetherness. Our bodies will always crave the presence of the other." She mumbled into my chest as her tears slowed. I waited a moment for her to gather herself before she continued. "I was explaining to you about your new body." She palmed my breasts in a manner that caused them to tingle pleasantly. 

"These are useless for anything other than fun. Same thing with your vagina. Your penis is fully functional but your genetic material is no longer stored in testes. Instead some of your plumbing has been rearranged filling in the unnecessary area with some nerve clusters and teste substitutes unique to our kind." She paused in thought. 

"Please close your eyes I want you to try something. Think about the first time I pleasured you. Remember my length filling you up. That delicious sensation of me pumping inside of you." I involuntarily closed my eyes and did what she said, the images plastering the back of my eyelids. I grew a little flush and a strange pinching sensation pulled me out of my daydream. I looked down to see my penis had retreated inside my body. I looked up at her wide eyed. 

"The changes also allow a certain mutability of your body depending on your desires. You will not get sore like a normal woman nor will you have a refractory period as a man. No ovaries means no menstrual cycles." Whew. That's a relief. She stroked my belly and I could feel her touch my penis through a thin layer of skin and muscle. I groaned as a thin bead of honey dripped from my excited lips. I met her eyes and saw the lust I felt reflected in her blue orbs. 

"You'll always be in a state of semi arousal and you will have greater levels of lubrication than a normal woman." 

"I'm not really listening anymore." I reached for her belly and and mirrored her stroking, but I gave it deep kneading strokes trying coax her member from inside of her. 

"Please. Talking's overrated anyway." She needed little encouragement as she laid down backwards pulling me on top of her. 

"If you want something then take it." 

I growled at her playfully as I snatched her member in my hand and wiggled my butt. I quickly coaxed her erect as I crawled into position, placing her hardening head at my entrance. She gently parted my lips as her member slid all the way inside. I rested my weight on her pelvis for a moment as the desire was quenched with pure pleasure. There was a feeling of fullness that was nothing like the enveloping heat of the penetration that I had as a man. I had always wondered what it had felt like as a woman but the musing fell far short of the reality. 

I leaned forward and teased her nipples lightly as I started rocking my hips, providing motion but not releasing an inch of her from inside of me. Her hips pumped beneath me in little involuntary spasms as her tail wrapped itself around my arm. I licked my lips as my breathing quickened, rushing between my lips with rising ardour. She bucked hard beneath me as her member swelled and released her spine tingling load inside of me. Her release catalyzed a familiar reaction that caused me to douse her member in juices. I flopped onto her chest as the strength was sapped from my muscles. Her bountiful breasts softly caught my modest ones as we embraced in languid exhaustion. 

"Okay, now that we've got that out of our system it's back to explanations. You said your pheromones are different, that they... enslave... or something. I'm assuming it had something to do with the whole 'kill yourself' thing." 

"Yeah. If someone spends long enough time enslaved under the effect of my pheromones they'll eventually deteriorate and die. It's an awful and slow death. Think alzheimer"s on steroids and you'll be on the right track. The laws of the council also states that no humans other than chosen mates may know of our existence. That's why I wanted you to run. You would have had werewolf hunters on your trail if they knew what I did with you." 

"But that's over with now because I'm your... mate...right?" The idea of wolf human hybrids chasing me through a forest was not a pleasant one, causing me to shudder involuntarily. 

"Exactly. Now that we're bound together the council won't object to you knowing of the supernatural." Her tail slowly stroked my arm in contentment. I grabbed the soft rubbery appendage in my hand and stroked it softly. She moaned at the attention and I noted her response. 

"What about this guy? Am I gonna end up with one of these?" She writhed under my ministrations and stiffened as I popped the tip of her tail in my mouth sucking on it lightly. 

"No those are only for born succubus. Their mates don't get them." Her voice came out listless as she writhed on the bed. 

"What about your magic. You conjured and dismissed clothes a couple of times. Can I do something like that?" 

"Nope. If you want clothing you'll have to ask me for it. Or buy it yourself." 

"Oh really..." I intensified my sucking, as I fellated her tail vigorously. Her writhing intensified. I laid off my ministrations and she settled deeply into the bed, breathing heavily. 

"Please let me see it. Give me some lingerie. I've never worn them before. Someone, seems to dislike seeing me in clothes." I pouted and batted my eyelashes at her suggestively. She gave me a guilty smirk and started twisting her fingers into strange configurations. I felt a tickling sensation against my breasts and hips as phantom fingers danced across my flesh. The phantom sensations faded as my new curves were now hugged by translucent black cloth. The cloth almost appeared to be painted on my flesh they were so snug but it wasn't uncomfortable. It gave credence to the idea that less was more, the bits of my flesh covered only made the rest more tantalizing by comparison. I stepped away from the bed to show off the goods before I stopped, struck by a revelation. 

"Your name..." I whispered as I cried. It hit me in the gut in an emotional sucker punch. 

Man, emotions hit me so much harder now. 

"I don't even know your name." I fell to the floor in a heap as a realized how little control I actually had over my new body. The strange woman who had taken my body and mind from me slipped from the bed with inhuman grace as she gathered me to her chest, softly humming to comfort me. 

"Hmmmmmmmmm. It's okay. We'll get through this." She held me a while until my tears slowed. 

"My name is Alexandria. But you can call me Lexi." She gave me a deep kiss and I was comforted by her familiar taste filling my mouth and her scent which wrapped around me like a warm blanket. Comforted by each other's presence and gentle caresses time passed swiftly before it was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door. 

"Sydney this is your mother." I gripped Lexi's arms tightly as I tried to figure out a way to explain this situation. Lexi merely smiled and hauled my resisting form up from the floor, pulling me towards the door. Pajama pants and a plain t shirt unfurled from the air to cover my form. I dug my heels into the carpet but she hauled me towards the door with no visible effort. She opened the door allowing my mother her first glimpse of my new form. Her face showed her surprise which she quickly covered by smirking. 

"Well this isn't what I expected." I opened my mouth desperately trying to come up with some sort of rational explanation for why there were two woman in her son"s apartment without him. 

I've got nothing. I'm so screwed. 

"Now I see why I hadn't heard from you in a week. Why didn't you tell me you had such a lovely girlfriend." 

Wait...What? 

"I was worried you were sick or something but obviously that's not the case." 

"It's lovely to meet you ma"am my name is Lexi. Sorry I've monopolized your son's time but it's just that our relationship is so new and excited you know?" She gave me a small smirk her eyes dancing with laughter in the face of my obvious confusion. 

"Please call me Amanda. I understand only too well. They stories I could tell about Syd's father and I when we first got together... wooo you couldn't even imagine." My mom gave Lexi a very direct once over, putting a hand on her chin in thought. 

"Well maybe you could." They both laughed at this as I stood, slack jawed at the surreal situation unfolding before me. 

"I don't want to keep you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay after your illness. We should get together tomorrow for brunch I would love to get to know you better Lexi. Have a fun day you two." She gave my 'girlfriend' a lascivious wink as she closed the door in my still face. 

"Wha...Who...How?" I stumbled through asking Lexi just what the hell was going on. 

"Did I fail to mention that I also have a modicum of skill with illusions? I can make you look and sound just like you would have before to everyone else. I could've sworn I told you." Frustrated at her teasing manner I felt my earlier rage returning. 

"I can't deal with this right now. I like you but you've fucked with my life royally. Now you are getting flippant and I still feel like I should hate you you know? Please just try to take this a little seriously. Is that too much to ask for?" 

"Sorry. I was just trying to make you smile. I know we don't really know each other yet but please be patient with me. I'm trying to make this easier for us." 

"I know that but still it's just that...Urghh! I don't even know what I'm trying to say. I just feel frustrated at this whole thing. I've lost who I am and I feel like I should mourn that but I can't bring myself to. I can't really put it into words." 

"Come here. Let"s just curl up and watch some terrible television, I think there's a Bachelorette marathon going on." 

"Now I know you're trying to torture me. Do you really watch that reality crap?" 

"What's wrong with the Bachelor? It's funny how ridiculous it is. Trust me. We'll make fun of all the uber cheesy lines and mock them. It'll be like mystery science theatre 3000 but we'll do the narration." 

I hesitated for a moment before agreeing, trying to keep an open mind. 

"Okay. But hands to yourself this is a strictly PG-13 showing." 

The titular bachelor was named Edward and he was just looking for love, on a tv show, which guarantees the contestants money and fame, because that'll obviously work out. I was skeptical to say the least. Currently there were eight remaining ladies vying for love in the wrong place. 

"Ohhhhh she's pretty." I said as a mocha skinned girl with youthful features sat across from Edward. She had a vibrant smile and an open sort of face. 

"Now that I'm a girl, at least sort of, do I get to ask leading questions? Whatever, who cares, doing it anyway. Do you think she's prettier than me?" 

"No one will ever be as pretty to me than you are." 

"Oooooo. Good answer, not saying I'm the most beautiful but still pandering to my vanity. I approve. The game"s afoot." I finished using a Robert Downey Sherlock Holmes impersonation. 




Forced Changes Ch. 02



"How about her? She's gorgeous." An english woman posing aquiline features strutted onto the screen this time. "She could be my schoolteacher anytime. Sorry headmistress I've been naughty. No, not the ruler. I promise I'll be good." I wiggled my backside against her crotch suggestively. Watching the muscles bunch and tighten along her arms was fascinating. Her eyes were incandescent as she looked down at me. 

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted to watch the show?" I feigned naivete. 

She started to growl a response then she closed her eyes as she visibly attempted to calm herself. This isn't what I want, I don't want her restrained I just want to know her better. How do I push her buttons? Hmmmm... 

"Maybe the ladies are less to your taste. How about Edward? He seems like a good enough looking dude. Maybe you'd like an upgrade." Jealousy and sadness accompanied the words after they had left my mouth. Stupid emotions, those words were meant to tease her and not to project my own insecurities. 

Lust faded from her eyes as she pulled me in close. Again she opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself and just embraced me tight her fingers making soothing motions along my stomach. 

"You have to stop treating me with kid gloves. I know I've been emotionally fragile but the biggest problem I have is that I crave you without really knowing you as a person. If you keep holding back with me I'll never get to know the true you and this will never work." 

She looked apprehensive but she nodded her assent. 

"Now, what were you about to say?" 

"I was about to tell you how succubi mate for life and how I only desire your happiness. To enumerate the loveliness of your features and explain the complexity of our relationship, which is going to be long and passionate. I was trying to avoid the topic of your looks because I figured you'd still be sensitive but I understand your desire for knowledge on the workings of my mind." I blushed at her mentioning my looks and looked down at my toes which were peaking out of our shared blanket. 

"Let me make it simple for you. I love you and I want for you all the things you desire for yourself. I relish your pleasure and delight that you want me to feel the same. When you described the headmistress I could tell I was not the only one aroused. I would love to make that fantasy happen for you." 

"With you?" 

"Or her." 

"What?!?" I was slightly flabbergasted at this point. 

"Monogamy is not such a valued component in succubi society." 

"Ummm, no just no. That's not gonna fly in this relationship. You wanna have your cake and eat it too. I refuse to be the side man. Or woman. Whichever, you know what I mean." 

"Your not understanding me. I don't want other lovers. I simply wanted to let you know that if you wanted others, I would welcome and embrace them as a part of our relationship." 

"Wait. You want me to be with other women." Huh, that answers that question. Still only attracted to chicks. 

"Only if that is what you want. I know your society places a lot of importance of monogamy and I just wanted you to know that it wasn't a concern for me. I would enjoy seeing you with another woman or several other women, as long as you came back to me at the end of the day I would be content." 

"Well that's... something. I guess. I'll need to internalize that and get back to you." 

"You do that. I, however, have come to a realization. You said PG-13 right?" 

"Yeah..." I wondered where she was going with this. 

"Which means I can do this." She held my chin and gently tilted my head up so she could gently slide into a kiss. I lost my train of thought as our tongues gently danced around each other. I was breathless and very aroused by the time she separated from me. 

"Nope. As amazing as that is, and it is amazing, I still want to do something a little more normal and learn something about you. Like what do you do for a living?" 

"We don't get assignments until a half a year after our quickening, which is when we bond to our mates. We don't go searching for our mates until our twenty fifth summer and before that we are taught in a manner much like public schooling, with some key differences." 

"I shouldn't ask but I gotta know, what kinda differences?" 

"I'm assuming you don't have a classes on fellatio in public schools." 

I chuckled a bit at that. "No. No we do not." 

"Along with the sexual courses there are a few over stealth and illusions." 

"So you don't have a job. What do you do for money?" 

"Succubi have a clan based society so we are supported by others until we are placed into an appropriate position post quickening." 

"So in six months someones gonna walk up to you and tell you what you're going to do for the rest of your life." 

"An oversimplification, but you've got the gist of it. Keep in mind though that it's not some strange bureaucrat who's deciding my job it's someone who has watched me grow up my entire life and probably understands my likes and predilections almost as well as I do." 

"Oh... I guess that doesn't sound so bad then. I've never really known where my life was going up till now. I went to college because I received a scholarship and it was expected from my parents. I 'chose' engineering because I was good at math and science but I've never really known what I wanted to pursue as a career. I wouldn't really mind if knew me well enough to cut through everything and figure out what I'd like to do." 

"That's good because they choose your job too. I don't think you quite understand how close we're going to be from now on. They don't just choose my job, the choose our job. You think I could stand being away from you nine to five? That's a laugh. Your mine and I'm yours and we are going to spend our days in beautiful pleasure together, whatever it is we'll be doing." 

"Now. I believe it's time to give me my reward. I've answered your questions. I stayed PG-13" she scowled in disgust, "for an entire hour now. Let's fuck." 

God she's so beautiful. I don't think I'll ever get over how vibrant and full of life she is. I still don't understand why she'd choose a nerdy loner but for now I'm not going to complain. I started to imagine slowly penetrating her as her pussy slowly parted to allow me entrance to her silken depths. 

The strange flexing happened in my groin again as my modest seven inch cock slid into the air. "You have been a good girl. Where would you like your reward, mistress." 

Lexi giggled lightly as she pulled me down into her embrace. Our limbs awhirl in a tangle of hedonistic pleasure. After a bout of sensual lovemaking we ate some leftover pizza and went to bed. Entwined in each other I slept, comforted by her presence in my arms. 

I awoke with a start as I stared blearily around at my modest apartment. Lexi stirred beneath me as I turned and propped myself up on my side as I reached for my cellphone. A text message from Mom read, Village Inn 12. The part the caused concern was the 11:26 that flashed in contempt as it communicated my tardiness. I tried to flop out of the bed in order to jump in the shower but got my feet tangled in the blankets as well as Lexi. 

My elbow slammed into the floor after an impressive display of grace and beauty. 

Not. 

I rubbed at the smarting appendage as a still gorgeous face peered over the edge of my bed. 

"That sounded like it hurt. What"s the rush?" 

"Brunch 12:00. Need to get ready." I hated being late and I knew the smug looks I would get from my sister and mom. I could imagine the conversation. Finally got a girlfriend and you can't make it out of bed for a twelve o clock brunch. I think we can guess what they were doing. 

Plus I just really hated being late. 

"Okay. What's the rush. That clock reads 11:35'ish we have plenty of time." She gave me a knowing grin. "You forgot didn't you?" 

"Huh?" She derailed my mad dash as I searched for a clean towel. 

"Go look in the mirror." 

A little more composed now I went to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My new features stared back at me, blue eyes flashing wide with panic. My hair was... perfectly fine. I brushed a few strands of it off of my face and it held its position with delicate curls, not a strand out of place. Lexi snuck up behind me and sat her chin on my shoulder. She inhaled deeply as she curled her hands across my stomach. Her flashing cerulean ones meeting my lighter grey blue ones in the mirror. 

"Your hair is fine and you smell amazing. Why do we need to hurry again?" 

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" 

"Yes. Immensely. The face you make when you panic is very cute." She leaned closer, bringing her lips next to mine as she pecked at their corners. I turned into her face and our lips met briefly before I pulled away. 

"You've had your fun. I still haven't had a chance to buy any new clothes however." 

"Ask and ye shall receive." Her twisting fingers traced fantom shapes across my flesh. 

I looked back at my reflection and found myself wearing a cheerleader uniform. I smile forced itself across my lips, I punched Lexi in the arm. 

"Ha ha. Try again." More tickling sensations. 

This time I was presented with a modest blouse and t-shirt combination. 

"Better. Let's go with jeans though. I'm still not comfortable enough to go for the blouse, would you mind giving me some jeans." 

"Fine. Now let's go or we really will be late." She grabbed my hand and rushed me out of the door. 

My curves were hugged with jeans so tight they looked painted on. I was glad she had decided to go with sneakers instead of any sort of heel which would have probably provided some horribly amusing embarrassment. She pulled me to an ostentatious yet undeniably beautiful audi and hopped into the driver seat. 

It wasn't until I climbing out of the car, upbeat boy band music playing in the background, that I realized that Lexi had slipped something past me. Or more accurately, kept something off of me. 

"Hey. Hey..." I hissed at Lexi as she hustled me into the diner. 

"Hurry. We don't want to be late." 

"Give me some... Hi sis." I pulled her into a hug. Turning into the hug, I made it a sideways embrace at the last moment, still unsure how Lexi's illusion affected touch. 

"Sis this is Lexi, my girlfriend. Lexi this is my sister Wenrey." 

"Nice to meet you." 

"Nice to meet you too. I hope you're taking good care of my little brother, he's a little shy but he has a big heart, take good care of him." 

"Oh, I intend to." Pulling me into her own hug she trailed her tail up my back. 

"And you. We need to talk about how you lured this stunning woman into your clutches." 

"Very funny Wen. Hi Mom. Good to see you." 

"Good to see you honey. Good to see you too Lexi. Still sexy." 

"Good to see you too Amanda. Never change, saucy woman." 

"I don't intend to. Let's sit and eat some brunch." 

We all settled in with some small talk, Lexi fielded questions like a veteran shortstop. As they talked I stared at the menu and tried not to focus on the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I had to force myself not to squirm in my seat. I looked up as my name cut through the haze of concentration. 

"How bout it, Syd how's the internship search going." 

"I haven't really..." Lexi interrupted me. 

"Actually, that's a bit of a funny story. My mom has a graphic design company and we were looking for someone to come help her with the technical framework. It's a paid job and Sydney here is just the type of person that she was looking for." 

"Uhhh yeah. What she said." I said as Lexi shot me a look that demanded my support. 

"That's amazing. Good for you. Don't you think it's a little cliche that you'll be sleeping with your bosses daughter though?" 

I laughed at that. "Yeah that is a little cliche. But we play the hand we're dealt don't we honey?" I said shooting a look right back at Lexi. 

Her eyes narrowed and when the corner of her mouth jerked into a mischievous smirk I knew I was in trouble. 

"So Mom, when's Dad supposed to get back from his travELinG?" My voice hitched as I felt light stroking touches on my crotch. 

"Nice. Good to see your still going through puberty pipsqueak." My sister was less a lady and more a terrifying storm of emotion and sarcasm. I also loved her very much and gave nearly as much as I got. 

"He's not back til Thursday. He said the conference was going well but he looked forward to being home." 

I tried to pay attention as my mom continued talking but the stroking became more and more insistent. I nodded to my mother as she talked about my father"s latest escapades and tried to sneak a hand discretely under the table to stop the assault. Not being able to see was evidently less an impediment to her than it was to me as her tail continued to dart and squirm around my hand, tantalizing my flesh. I realized I was being foolish and instead of trying to grab her tail I simply covered my crotch with my hand. I felt a little damp between my lips but hadn't yet soaked through the jeans. Ha, thwarted by my impenetrable defense you lusty woman. I turned to Lexi, eyebrow raised in prideful victory when I was met with her smiling visage. Our contest was interrupted by a tiny oriental woman who walked up behind me. 

"Hi my name is Helen and I'll be your server this morning. Can I get everyone started with some drinks?" 

I turned to look at Helen as my mother ordered a water. The tail prodded the back of my hand, before ascending my arm and wrapping around my wrist and forearm in a loop. 

Man she's pretty. 

Was the first thing I thought when met with Helen's pretty face framed with inky black locks. As I ordered my own water I turned away from Helen and met Lexi's knowing look. 

That can't be good. 

"Good. Do you folks need a few minutes or are you ready to order now?" 

"I think we're ready now," answered Lexi as she quirked an eyebrow and I knew I was in trouble. She accompanied her words with a gentle pull from her tail. It was slow but possessed a strength that was beyond my meagre frame. My hand separated from my crotch and her tail started stroking me again. I tried to pinch my thighs together but that did little to stem the stimulation. I picked an entree at random as I tried to figure out a way to avoid getting played with in front of my family. A small part of me was turned on by the taboo nature of her actions, the public and forceful nature of the advances combined into a unique sexual nature I hadn't experienced before. In short I was having a very hard time stemming the flood of arousal her ministrations were generating. 

I got a brief reprieve when she abandoned her assault as she got up to go speak with the waiter about something. I took the time to breath deeply and set lightly trembling hands on the table. 

"Sydney. Earth to Syd." My sister broke me out of my reverie. 

"Wha... What's up?" 

"She seems like a... strong woman. Are you happy?" 

That stopped me in my tracks. 

Am I happy? 

All of this stuff had happened so fast I hadn't had any time to stop and consider my situation. With some quick contemplation I was able to come to a decision. 

"Not sure yet. But she keeps me on my toes and I am intrigued with where this is going to turn up." 

"Hey. You two talking about me." 

"Yeah. Syd here was just explaining how he could bag a total hottie like you. It had something to do with blackmail and a homemade video that happened to fall into his possession." 

I sputtered a bit as I choked on the water that the waitress had just set down in front of me. 

"Actually, I chose him. He looked so delicious I couldn't help but stalk him until he succumbed to my feminine wiles." 

"We met in the grocery store and hit it off almost instantly. We had this sort of connection that is hard to explain." 

I steepled my fingers as the conversation washed over me. As she started her ministrations I was once again trapped by the deft stroking of Lexi's tail. I struggled to keep an even expression. The stroking stopped for a second and I breathed a sigh of relief. Evidently she had plans that did not include being merciful. She fiddled with the top of my jeans and I knew exactly what she had planned. I moved my hand to go stop her when she shifted her hands above the table and grabbed both my hands as she flashed me a warm smile that belied her activity with her tail. 

I think she saw the onset of panic in my eyes and her smile grew warmer and she stroked my face possessively. I calmed slightly at this gesture and relaxed into my seat. Her tail had finished peeling away the impediment and sinking into my slit. The heat grew and grew until she achieved her goal and my honey poured out of me. My nostrils flared as I tried to contain the jellification of my muscles. It only took a couple of moments to catch my bearing and when I did I realized I was now sitting in a puddle of my own juices. I did not relish letting that dry to a sticky mess so I excused myself. I walked towards the bathroom to clean myself with some paper towels. Before I could enter the, only kind of applicable, men"s room an arm encircled my shoulder and yanked me into the woman"s room. 

"What the fuck Lexi. Give me some warning." 

"Ummm... not Lexi. Hi." I turned into the blushing face of our waitress Helen. 

"Hi. Look I'm not sure what my date told you to do but I'm not going to let her mess with me anymore today." 

"She said you might be suspicious." Helen was inching closer and closer into my personal space. 

"She also said that you would show me a good time and ever since I smelled her perfume I've really wanted a good time." She had me backed against the sink as i ran out of room to retreat. Lexi entered the room and wedged the door with an ingenious application of her thin heels. 

I was trying to fend off an obviously charmed Helen as I confronted the rogue succubus. 

"What's the big idea of charming this woman? She's obviously not in control of herself." 

"Oh honey. Just relax and we'll make you feel sooooo good." 

"I will not relax. You have no right to take away anyone's free will like that. I enjoyed the... tail-job... but I kind of gave you implied permission..." She cut me off mid rant with a consuming kiss. Tasting her was as delicious as always as her savory sweetness rolled through my mouth, but it was tinted with a hint of bitterness. I felt lust roll through me as I stumbled into the sink. The only thought on my mind was how horney I was. Lexi had shifted her attentions to Helen who had at some point decided she no longer needed any clothes. I was in no state to argue with her decision as I pulled my jeans down just far enough to allow my erection to spring into existence. 

Helen was on all fours, her face held in Lexi's lap as she waived her quivering pussy in the air. I wasted no time in sinking into her accepting embrace. Her silken folds enveloped me as I started to slowly pump into her. She was moaning loudly in appreciation as I thrust harder and harder into her depths. Eventually our flesh met each other with loud slaps that rang out across the tiles. I leaned forward and pulled Lexi into a desperate kiss amongst her moaning gasps. This continued for awhile until the stalemate was broken as an orgasm rocked through Helen's body. Her spasms and clenching pussy stroked me to my own release as I pulled out and painted her back with my cum. The fog lifted from my mind as I knelt behind helen gasping. I looked down at the poor woman in shame and I pulled up my pants, careful of my penis, and strode out of the room disgusted with both myself and Lexi. Walking up to my mom and sister, I crafted my excuse. 




Forced Changes Ch. 02



"Sorry guys. I think I ate some bad turkey last night, it seems to have gotten the better of me so I'm gonna have to excuse myself." 

"That's too bad." My sister looked over my shoulder as Lexi pulled up behind me. 

"Lexi. It was wonderful to meet you please take good care of Syd for us." 

I slid out of Lexi's attempted embrace as I headed towards the door so I missed her response. Exiting the building I picked a random direction and just started walking. 

Once more I felt like this entire situation was out of control, like a plane that had just lost both engines and was spiraling towards the ground in a deadly spin. It took two blocks for Lexi to catch up to me as she called out. 

"Syd...Sydney...Stop Sydney. Let's talk about this. What's wrong? Why did you freak out back there?" That one got me to stop. 

Does she really have no idea why I was upset? 

I turned and advanced on her in the middle of the sidewalk. Unconcerned with the public amphitheatre for the play that was about to commence. 

"I can't believe you. I guess I really haven't explained to you yet why I've been so conflicted. I don't drink alcohol. You probably didn't know that, but there it is. I don't drink alcohol. Do you know why I don't don't drink alcohol? Control. I hate being out of control. That fuzzy lightheaded feeling that alcohol gives you is a terrible feeling for me. That's what you did to me in that bathroom. Stop taking away my choices. Even worse is that you did that to our poor waitress." As I spoke I advanced on her poking her in the chest, emphasising my points. 

"But you wanted it and so did she." 

"I don't really know that. I feel like a rapist scumbag, I don't know if that's accurate or not but that's how I feel. I always tried to be respectful and conscientious towards women and you took that from me. Fuck! I love you but I don't know if I even fucking like you. Just give me some space okay. I need some time to think." 

Her brilliant blue eyes hardened and my anger sharpened into a white inferno inside me. Then I noticed her eyes focused on something beyond my shoulder. Then she exploded into motion, a cannonball that brushed by me. I turned, trying to follow her but by the time I had my shoulders shifted the action was already over. What I saw blew away my anger with its intensity. 

The scene was seared into my brain with its vividry. She stood over a body like an avenging goddess. The body was dressed like a priest and there was a beaded necklace with a cross that was sitting a fair distance away from the body, sitting in a puddle of ever expanding blood. The necklace was no longer around the man's neck because said neck was currently in the hands of Lexi, attached to his head. Cradling the head in crimson claws covered in blood Lexi had a fierce snarl attached to her face. Her tail whipped around behind her like a hunting cat and I fought the urge to vomit as the coppery smell invaded my senses. I felt something dripping down my arm and I looked to see arterial blood clinging to my flesh. 

It was at this point that I took the only rational action I had taken in the last week. 

I took off running. 

After a dozen or so wobbling jerky steps with my breasts throwing off my balance before I got into a good rhythm. Then I was flying down the sidewalk, my feet pounding out a desperate pattern into the concrete. I pushed my muscles for all they were worth as I inhaled harsh breaths that burned my throat like battery acid. I made it maybe a mile and a half before I was forced to slow to a jog, I could feel my staccato heartbeat like a drumroll in my temples. During the mad dash I had calmed down a little as I burned off the adrenaline dose that comes from learning that the sexy succubus I was sleeping with was also a murder. 

My legs felt like jelly and I was pretty sure that I had just broken my personal best in the mile. Now that I had some breathing room I could feel a very uncomfortable chafing in my crotch. 

Note to self do not sprint commando in skinny jeans. I thought about sinking my fingers into myself for a moment and some of the uncomfortable tightness disappeared. 

There's one problem taken care of but what the hell do I do about the others? Where should I go? Could she track me? Was I in danger? 

I was getting some strange looks as I ran by the pedestrians. Especially from the men. 

Shit. They're checking me out. That's new. 

Whatever illusion that Lexi placed on me must have faded as I got far enough away from her. 

She probably had to dispose of the body. I couldn't get the sight of the body out of my head. Nor the sticky feeling of the blood running down my arm as it cooled in the air. 

"Hey there," someone called out to me. I saw a flash of brilliant blue and someone had spun me around into their embrace. A pair of fleshy orbs pressed into my back as a familiar scent enveloped me. For a moment I thought it was Lexi who grabbed me, but she didn't feel the same somehow. 

God damnit. Another succubus, just how many of these are there? 

"Hi cutie, what's the hurry? Also, care to tell me why you smell like my wayward daughter?" She whispered into my ear. 

"Fuck..."



Forced Changes



"Go get the food honey." 

I fought hard at this one. The rational part of my brain railed against the prison cell that lust had built for it. But again my body ignored my commands as I stood up and sauntered toward the door. I opened it to reveal an scrawny teenage boy holding a bag that had Cloud Nine Goodies printed on it. He stared at my naked assets wordlessly for a second. The rational part of my mind gave up entirely at this point. Submitting total control over my psyche, all the things that make me an individual disappeared. The orgasm of my new body combined with forced exhibition overwhelmed my psyche. It gave up its struggle and retreated into oblivion. I sighed for a moment in the freeing sensation as I embraced my identity as my mistress' slave. I struck a little pose for the boy and it shook him out of his reverie. I gave a quick glance over my shoulder to gauge my mistress' reaction. I'll give her a show, I smiled at the thought and turned back to the delivery boy. 

"Your or...order ma'am." He stuttered at me holding the bag out his eyes still stuck on my teardrop breasts. I gave him a little shimmy as I reveled in his growing arousal. I reached out for the bag gently touching his wrist. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he turned to leave. I giggled softly at his reactions. 

"You forgot to charge me." I laughed as the realization flashed across his face. It didn't bother me that my voice range clarion sweet through the silence. 

"Just a second honey, I know I've got some cash here somewhere." I went to my table and bent over suggestively pulling two twenties from my wallet. I skipped over to him delighting in the fleshy bounce of my bust. "Here you go. Have a nice day." 

I gently shut the door in front of his still form. I hurried over to where my mistress waited on the bed laughter dancing in her eyes. I demurely lowered my gaze and sank to a knee as I presented the bag to her. 

Now there was no mistaking the look of sadness on her face as a tear slipped out of her eyes sliding down her golden skin leaving a salty trail tracing her cheek to her skin. 

"Mistress. How have I failed you? I swear I will do better just tell me what to do." I was mentally berating myself for the show, having failed to deliver the food to my mistress as quickly as possible. 

The tears now flowed freely from both of her eyes as she grasped the bag tightly in a white knuckled grip. She shook her head sharply and wiped the tears from her face with two quick swipes. 

"You did fine. There's nothing wrong." She gave me a bittersweet smile as she unwrapped the crepes from the bag. She held up a banana crepe and patted the place next to her on the bed. I sat in the place she had indicated and swung my legs around to land in her lap. She curled an arm around my shoulder pulling our sides together as she took a bite of the crepe. She chewed thoughtfully before offering the sweet delight to me. I took a bite off the same spot she had thrilled with the second hand kiss. I luxuriated at her closeness as the sweet taste of crepes filled my senses. We passed the time like this for a while as she alternated feeding me and taking bites herself. Soon enough the four crepes were consumed and we sat empty handed on the bed. She smiled sweetly as she looked at my lips. She leaned forward and licked at a bit of whipped cream that had escaped my mouth at some point. 

She was so close to me and her presence overwhelmed my faculties as the spicy musky smell started to waft from her. She took little nibbling pecks as she tasted my lips. I stood stock still as she leaned forward and gently plundered my mouth with her tongue. The various crepes as well as a sweetness that was wholly her own danced across my tastebuds at the embrace. She kept her lips locked on mine as her tongue gently probed my lips tempting my own tongue from its den. Her lips curved up as my tongue slid from my mouth to tangle with hers. I spent a few delirious minutes playfully giving and taking kisses from my wonderful mistress. She pulled her head back and my face found its way to the crook of her neck at the lack of resistance. I continued to suckle at her skin as she pushed me away from her entirely. I mewed at the absence of contact with her. She gave me a small smile as she slid a finger inside me without warning. A second finger quickly joined the first and she curled them back pressing against the front patch of my pussy. She quickly started pumping her fingers in and out of me. The tips of fingers found a patch of bumpy skin that caused me to moan wantonly. So this is what g-spot stimulation feels like. "Yes. Right there. Oh mistress you're sooo good." Goosebumps rose on my flesh as I quickly rose to orgasm. My nectar flowed out of my in a gushing wave as I coated her fingers and hand. She gave me a few last curling strokes before removing her fingers. 

"That's a gift for performing so admirably earlier. I have a a few errands to run. Pick up the place so we can continue this when I get back." 

"Can't I come with you mistress?" I was fearful of being separated from her. 

"You dare question me?" 

"Sorry I overstepped mistress. You know best." 

"That's right. Know your place pet. I won't be too long." She did a weird twisting motion with her hands and she was suddenly dressed in a short skirt and tight shirt combo complete with teal blue four inch heels and matching purse. Without another word she left the apartment. 

I quickly set about making the place as clean as possible. I did dishes, swept, vacuumed and scrubbed until the place was spotless. Only an hour and a half had passed as a sank naked into one of my two kitchen chairs. For some reason I had avoided getting dressed as my mistress had shown a propensity for enjoying my nakedness. I decided to go to the bathroom to get my first look at the changes that had happened to my body. I'm sexy as hell was the first thought that passed through my brain. I examined my figure critically. I had nice soft features that showed subtle differences with my old self. My skin, which used to have a few pockmarks and a smattering of acne, was silky smooth and a creamy white which avoided the sun starved paleness I used to have. I now had light brunette curls which bounced down to my shoulders. The curls looked sleek and managed despite my lack of showering. Lowering my gaze I looked upon my teardrop breasts; I wasn't an expert but they seemed to be around a c cup. I took them in my palms and hefted them experimentally. 

The filled my hands with a nice firmness while still having a pillowing give to them. The hands cradled them were the same size as before but were thinner causing the fingers to appear longer and more graceful. 'A pianist's hands' as my grandma would say. My waist was smaller and flared into nice bubbly hips and ass. My ass was relatively unchanged as it was still on the smaller side but still bounced in an unfamiliar manner as I took an experimental hop. I ran a hand down my thighs and I noticed that my new skin was silky smooth the lack of hair surprising me. I looked again at my hands and legs and it appeared I no longer had any secondary hair on my body. I couldn't be sure but I thought that my legs might be proportionally longer than before. My eye level hadn't changed so I guessed I still stood around five nine in height. I then started my first careful examination of my vagina. I peeled back the flowery folds as I looked into its pink depth. I pulled back the clitoral hood and got a good look at the tiny bunch of flesh that had me writhing in pleasure not too long ago. My inspection was interrupted as my phone broke the silence of my apartment. I answered the phone seeing it was my mother calling. 

"Hello?" I tried to deepen my voice to disguise its new clear tones. 

"Sydney is that you? You sound awful. No wonder you missed your grandfather's birthday. Do you need someone to come over to see you?" 

"No. I'll be fine. No need to expose anyone else to the flu." I lied as I decided to roll with her misunderstanding. 

"If you're sure. Just remember to drink lots of fluids and get some rest. Love you." 

"Love you too mom." 

I hung up the phone, slightly concerned with how to keep my changes secret from my family. If they discovered what happened to me they would ask a bunch of questions that would be very difficult to answer. There was even a chance that they would separate me from mistress and that was something I couldn't allow to happen. I was contemplating my options as my front door opened and mistress entered carrying a variety of bags. I hurried to relieve her burden taking the bags of groceries to the kitchen. She favored me with a quick peck on the lips as I unloaded the groceries into the correct places around the kitchen. She pulled out a nondescript white bag from the bunch and threw it over by the bed. With another wave of her hand her clothes disappeared and she sauntered over to the couch. 

She watched quietly, lounging on the couch as I hurried about the kitchen putting away all the food she had bought. I gathered up the plastic bags, tying them in a single bundle to take to the recycling place later. Mistress sat up as I approached her hope gleaming in her eyes. The hope quickly turned to pain as I laid myself down at her feet gently stroking her calves. I wanted to ask what I had done to cause her pain, but couldn't do it. Instead I resolved to be the best slave I could for my mistress, I would see to her every need and want no matter the cost. She gently massaged my scalp from her elevated position, I relaxed with her constantly stroking of her hands sinking onto her legs as I pressed her calves between my breasts. She grasped my arm and slowly drew my form up onto her lap. We spent what felt like years tenderly embracing each other. After a particularly heated session of locking lips she gently picked me up from the couch and carried me to the bed. She laid me down and crouched at the foot of my bed. When she rose she had a nondescript white box in her hand. She tore the box open with a quick ripping motion and gently raised the light purple translucent object almost reverentially into the air. The dildo, as I quickly realized, looked about seven inches and was made of a rigid plastic. A familiar predatory face presented itself to me as she hefted the dildo experimentally testing its weight. 

"Where would you like this honey? You have five seconds to answer before I get to choose." 

"Pussy," I answered instantly, panting in anticipation. 

She smiled at me lovingly as she gently teased my puffy folds with the bulbous head. She continued circling for a while, keeping constant pressure around my pussy but never actually penetrating. She paused her motion as she held the dildo an inch outside my now pulsating flesh. She gave me a little smirk, and I tensed slightly in anticipation of the glorious fullness to come. My eyes flew open as I felt its sublime penetration slide through my lips at the same time her tail had lashed out spearing my ass. I shivered at the exquisite sensation of both my ass and pussy being filled at the same time. Mistress started her relentless assault of my body as she penetrated my pussy while also gently massaging with the tip of her bulbous tail. I floated in a sea of exquisite ecstasy as I rode the plateau of pleasure. My mistress quickly developed a rhythm as she alternated insertions gently coaxing pleasure from my body. Her eyes glowed brightly in the dim room as she gently pleasured my body. All good things come to an end though. Eventually my body relinquished its control as I tipped over into the softest orgasm that seemed to continue forever without end. Mistress had stopped her ministrations at this point as she had crawled down onto the bed next to me. She gently caressed my face as the shutterings finally stopped. The combined heat of post orgasm tremors and her nearness comforted me as I drifted into a gently sleep. I've never been happier. 

A week passed. A week filled with debauchery and caresses and sweet defilement. I happily fell further into the swirling maelstrom of passion that was my mistress. There were sad moments of separation when mistress would go out for an errand only to return with new toys to play with. Vibrators, gags, restraints, edible clothing mistress showed me the all the delicious flavors of pleasure that existed. Mistress had odd bouts of emotion that I couldn't understand. She would angrily take my anal virginity one moment, and then weep quietly into the bed the next, desperately clutching a pillow to her chest. I shook these off as growing pains, convinced that we would be together forever. It was currently Sunday night, the one week anniversary of my transformation. 

My mistress had just released an enormous load into my pussy. She had bent me over the kitchen table and taken me roughly from behind. Her furious strokes had cared nothing for the pain she had caused me. It hadn't bothered me, I was happy to be useful to my mistress in any way she wanted. She stood over me as her cum leaked from my irritated pussy, a furious look on her face. Rage twisted her features from beautiful to terrifying. Her visage was that of all consuming rage as she lifted me up from the floor with one arm, her hand clenching my windpipe, closing it painfully. I hung limp in her grasp, bonelessly imitating a young kitten in the mouth of her mother. She examined my face closely, wrath filled eyes boring into mine as my body struggled to breath. Involuntary clenches came from my diaphram as I hung suspended in her grasp, endless trust shining from my eyes. I love you mistress. My vision narrowed in scope, the black encroaching on my vision until only her piercing cerulean eyes remained. She released her grasp as I fell to the floor gasping for oxygen. She weeped openly into her hands. Her fingers gently cradled her angelic features obscuring them from view. I wanted nothing more than to get up and comfort her, but my body was still recovering from almost asphyxiation. 

"I can't do it. I'm so sorry Sydney. I'm so sorry." At least that's what I thought she said, it was kind of hard to understand through the weeping. Her sobbing slowed as a tingly feeling flowed through my limbs, my body receiving the oxygen it desired. 

"I thought I could be strong and do it myself but I couldn't," she stated. "I'm such a coward, but there's no other choice. I stretched to rules as much as I could anyway. I'm sorry" She looked into my eyes her face etched with such desolation I almost flinched away from her. 

"Sydney. Kill yourself." 

I shakily rose from the floor and stumbled into the kitchen to grab a knife from the a drawer. I lowered it to my wrist ready to bring it across the pale flesh in a quick motion. 

"STOP!" 

I turned to see mistress had stood up to. She was facing me with her hand outstretched toward me in desperation. Tears still flowed down her face in an unending flow. 

"I can't do that to you. Fuck the rules. Sydney, listen to me carefully. You need to run. You need to get far away from here and stay hidden in anyway you can. Men will be searching for you, don't let them find you." 

I dropped the knife to the floor and walked over to mistress to hug her tightly to my chest. 

"Anything you say mistress. Where shall we go first?" 

Her tears redoubled. As she gently caressed the back of my head. 

"We aren't going anywhere. If I stayed with you now you would be found instantly. I can't let that happen. This is goodbye forever sweety." 

Something snapped inside of me. I could hear the honest truth of her words. It felt like someone had jabbed an icepick in my brain. I stood stock still as mistress separated from me and trudged toward the door her shoulders slumped under the pressure of an invisible weight. This can't be happening. Someone help. I'll do anything. My mind reeled as I tried to think of a way to convince mistress to stay. I can help, but it'll come at a cost. A voice resonated inside my brain. You have to give up control. I need to be me again. Do this and I can keep us with your mistress. The rational part of my brain I had thought dead, now rose from its hidden depths. Anything, I answered as I relinquished the reins to my body. 

I shrugged my shoulders and cracked my neck as the lust retreated from the forefront of my mind. I had spent my time quietly observing 'mistress' actions. I knew what needed to be done I just didn't know how to make it happen. A sharp tight feeling in my pelvis indicated my body responded to my needs without conscious decision. Well, that takes care of that. Now on the main event. I strode over to the quietly trudging woman my feet thumping heavily into the floor, my fists clenched in white knuckles at my sides. Right before she reached out for the handle of the door my hands clasped against her shoulders. She let out a small gasp of pain as her back impacted the door sharply. 

Hey! Lust exclaimed. Trust me, I shot at her. Her glazed blue eyes lit up slightly as I grabbed her arms, fingers digging sharply into her golden skin. Hope gleamed in her as she stared into my raging visage. 

"YOU WERE JUST GOING TO LEAVE." I screamed into her face. 

"Fuck that." I accentuated my point by shoving me newly reformed manhood into her tight pussy. I started to pounding into her furiously, her creamy nectar coating my rod in delicious warmth. She was speechless as her back ground against my front door. 

"You...fucked...with...my...life." I punctuated each word with a thrust of my raging member. "Then you were just going to leave." I grasped one of her breasts in my hand mashing in my fist. Her supple flesh oozed out of my fingers slightly at the tightness of my grasp. 

"Fuck you." I pushed myself fully inside of her at this declaration, slamming our pelvises together. Tears slowly leaked from her eyes but she still hadn't visibly reacted to my assault. Determined to get something out of her I lifted a breast to her mouth and created a tight vacuum around her nipple. Finally, her lips parted slightly as her breathing deepened. I was so close to losing control that when her arms gently slipped up and around my shoulders it jolted me out of my rhythm. My member surged as a spurted cum deep inside her depths for the first time. Her insides swirled in a cycloning motion that should be physically impossible, milking more cum from my...I dont have balls anymore. Where is the semen coming from? My thoughts swirled about in my brain, pleasure obscuring logical thought. Whatever. It came from somewhere as I leaned forward, my forearm resting on the door as I panting from the exertion. My dangling breasts gently brushing against her impressive bust as the wobbled in front of me. 

"You did it. I thought you were gone. You did it. I love you." She moved her hands at this point, they retreated back to caress my face. 

Now for step two. 

I shoved her hard, forcing myself back and away from her. I slid out of her with a wet sound as her pussy released its hold on me. 

"No. You don't get to say that to me. You took away my choice. You made me a slave." My hands and arms shook in anger at this point a harsh growl deepened my tone. She tried to close the distance between us. I backed up to keep the separation. Mistress. Lust cried out. No. It's my turn now. I growled back at her. 

"I had no other opt..." My glare silenced her. 

"Shut up. I did nothing to you. I hadn't even seen you before. What could I have done to you that this was the appropriate response." I gestured at my entire body. "I may not have had a great life but it was mine. You took that from me." 




Forced Changes



"Please just listen to me..." 

"I don't want to hear it. Get out. Out of my apartment. Out of my life." 

Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she looked over at me desperately searching my face. Her posture sunk once more and her eyes sunk in the face of my resolute rage. Nooooooo. Part of me wailed. I ignored it as the beautiful creature stumbled out my front door closing it to firmly click in the silence of my apartment. I gave it a count of five before I let out my held breath in a long drawn out breath. She actually left. I'm glad. That gives us a chance.I took a deep breath and strode firmly into the unknown. I ripped open the door and sprinted the ten steps that separated me from my mistress. Your mistress? Lust asked. Our mistress, I replied. I relaxed the firm control I had of my psyche as I loosened the mental boundaries that restrained lust. The wanton creature in my mind surged forward mixing with the rational part until the two entities were indistinguishable. I was no longer who I had once been but I was okay with that. She had taken much from me but showed such gentle pleasures as well. I was no longer her slave, yet I still craved her touch, her presence. 

The joining completed in the short time it took me to close the distance between us. I gripped her firmly from behind and she stiffened up. My breasts mashed firmly into her back with my still hard member slipping between her legs cradled by her puffy lips. It was a strange reversal of the time she first embraced me. 

Her voice strained with confusion and a hint of hope. "What...why?" 

"I had to know. I needed to be sure that what's between us wasn't a one way street... Did you mean what you said?" 

It took her a moment to recall what she had said. 

"Of course I did. I love you. It really was the only way. In order to be together..." The words rolled out of her, jumbling slightly in her race to explain things. 

I quieted her by turning her and gently placing my lips against her own. 

"There'll be plenty of time for that later. For now let's get back into my apartment before anyone sees us." I looked around conspiratorially covering myself in feigned bashfulness. She embraced me tightly as we took some unsteady steps neither one of us releasing their grasp enough to move easily. 

Her voice trembled slightly, "Is it us?" 

I stepped away from her, looking at her critically and stroking my chin, seemingly in deep contemplation. I opened my mouth as if to speak before closing it comically, going back to scrunching my face. Miming consideration, I nodding and shaking my head as if weighing pros and cons. Her posture drooped as she fell for my ruse. I stopped toying with her and swept her into a one armed embrace, my laughter tickling the air with little peening sounds. 

"Of course it's us silly. I love you too." 

Her tail curled around my thigh possessively as we passed the threshold to my apartment closing the door behind us. 

"However, it's time we had a little chat about a certain something that happened to me last week." 

***** 

Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it as it is my first time publishing any sort of work. Please let me know what you thought of it, any feedback is welcome.