Upon your waking, you find that you feel... odd. While you aren't exactly horny, you feel as though you are somehow pent up - the rush of sensation that greets your attempt at rising causing you to fail - at least partly, as your chest begins to feel tender, your every breath exacerbating the sensation as it begins to feel strangely sensitive. You struggle to remember anything after being at the bar with those amazingly sexy chicks to no avail, and the moment you finish pushing yourself upright, however, palm against your left nipple with confusion, you come to the realization that you aren't quite alone. In front of you is a woman beyond any connection to reality. Green skin, horns growing back from her head, and breasts so big they make a lab-coat look tight with only a single button fastened. She's mumbling to herself as she takes a single step forward, looking you up and down. "Awake already? That's no good..." She mutters, taking a moment to make a note on the clipboard she's carrying before looking at you for the first time. "Well, I was told to record the results of the spell that you were *supposed* to have experienced while you were sleeping, but now that *that* isn't happening..." She sighs, your first stammering questions and objections interrupted by the snapping her fingers. Instantly, you find that your eyes have jolted shut - the room around you growing dark, while your head has begun to feel soft, pushing upwards in two distinct locations, just above your brow... the tingle of masses rising atop your scalp forcing you to lean backwards, rump coming firmly to rest against the bend of the bed as your hair parts - abruptly filling your mind with a familiar view as your vision returns - each eye wavering and swaying unsteadily, before swaying forwards to meet the amused Succubi's bust - your view unblinking - and seemingly without irritation as what you now realize to be stalks press into her breasts, your control over the things still awkward even as you feel yourself being forced upwards atop your rump, which has grown bloated, and decidedly swollen... triggering jolts of pleasure that surge up through your underside as the being before you supports you with one arm. "Alright, lay back down! You don't even want to *try* to be standing for the next step..." She chuckles as you feel nearly torso-sized masses of breastflesh jiggling beneath you, your shorts long since having burst around the jiggling mounds. Meanwhile, your legs begin to squirm bonelessly atop the sterile mattress beneath in response to any of your attempted motions - the lengths losing any previous defintion as legs before they began fusing at their base, slowly forcing your lower limbs together as they ripple with sensitive tissue that swiftly rises into being surrounding your merging limbs - the core of each former leg twitching towards its neighbor as you feel the entirety of the length flex, before thick, puffy lengths of erectile tissue puff downwards along its underside, forming a massive yet flexible penis out of your lower body. Nubs of flesh begin poking out your front- underside? How can you even move like this?- in pairs before bloating at their bases as row after row of thick, swollen, jiggling breasts tense and bloat out, swelling thicker, and increasingly closer together as the rows of bulbous mounds of breast tissue distends downwards. Quickly overtaking what used to be your legs as they finish fusing, leaving the length squirming awkwardly against the bed beneath, while each of the nearly grapefruit-sized breasts lining its underside throb... The nipples sprouting out of the new breasts' curves begin releasing thick, gooey rivers of cream beneath you with every attempted motion, the feel reminding you of snail slime, only somehow intensely erotic. "Ahh, there we go, now it's coming together... tell me, what would you say you're feeling when I do *this...?* The strange succubus asks, the sudden feel of slender, feminine fingertips massagaing along nearly a dozen of your breasts in the space of a single breath triggering a jolt of arousal that surges up through what remains of your lower limbs and into your torso, the itching, tingling, swelling sensations from elsewhere now beginning to rise along either side of your member, swiftly surrounding it with yet more mounds of thick, bulging breast tissue that quickly envelop your straining length. By the time the swelling, bloating pressure has reached your belly, however, your sac has swollen to match the size of your new breasts, and is continuing well past that. You are treated to the view of nearly basketball-sized spheres swiftly pushing upwards from between your repeating canyons of cleavage, while the already python-thick shaft beneath distends thicker and heavier-feeling, the weight of the thing growing increasingly unweildy as it bloats upwards in a thick tangle of phallic coils- the bulbous bulk sliding easily along your cream-slicked skin. "Hmm..." The succubus frowns, taking another note on her clipboard, apparently something in the chaotic transformation not proceeding as planned. "Well, while not *intended*, I wasn't told that I couldn't adapt the spell... I trust you don't mind...?" You hear the woman ask, the sudden interruption of her voice triggering renewed thrills of pleasure as you peer upwards once more, triggering a dizzying rush of disorientation as she grasps the bases of your nipple-like eye-stalks, then arches her back forwards, the button of her coat straining as the pendulous mounds of her breasts try to push as much cleavage out towards you as possible. Almost instantly, the sight and feel triggers a rush of bloating pressure within your groin - the nearly leg-thick cock throbbing against your lap instantly tightening as it spills out over the side of the bed. Gradually it forces itself straight, even as it pumps thick, gooey spurts of precum onto the tile below - splattering noisily as she reaches down to trace slow, widening circles around your nipples with each hand - the dull heat and pressure of the now-familiar succubus' magic nearly forcing you onto your back as thickening, heavy mounds begin to distend outwards - the sheer *weight* of the bulging things making it difficult to catch your breath as the bloating bulk of the swelling masses fills your hospital, squishing outwards against the already overfull garmet. With a wink, the Succubi steps backwards, her caress across your nipples allowing the rigid lengths to spear outwards. Your every inhalation forces the fabric apart with slow, staccato tearing sounds as your still-developing breasts chest-breasts push free of the hospital gown, leaving the tattered garment unfolding around the nearly torso-sized tits hanging against your lap more and more. Even as the enormous breasts dominate your front, the nearly body-sized shaft distending from your groin resists being overcome as it tugs itself laboriously upwards - the watermelon-sized sac beneath heaving and pulsating, tightening slightly as the length jerks, pouring thick, gooey rivers of goo down over the sodden floor beside the succubus. "There we go!" The succubus says, finally happy with the results. "You have a nice week, now! I'll be back to get your thoughts on the new spell once it's..." She pauses, quirking a smile at the your eye-stalks, still straining towards he cleavage. "...Well, once you're able to cre about what I'm saying again." She steps back towards the wall, muttering something about "Strange physics in this universe" before simply walking through it as if it- or she- wasn't actually there. As you squirm against your ruined bed, your heavily-laden frame feels just powerful enough to lift you upwards, at least once you manage to attain the balance (and focus) required to do so, but where could you possibly go? And, you wonder as you twitch and spurt from dozens of places at once, why would you want to?
Tags: transformation, transformed male, penis enlargement, breast expansion, multi-breasts, pleasure
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Story by Cheeseguy |
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Artwork by Emmanuel Xerx Javier |
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