Her Taste for Transformation Pt. 01

Me: So... You're just a blob of genitalia now, huh? Just like you wanted?

I may as well play along with her, I thought. Even if I didn't quite know what she was doing.

Gale: Of course. She wanted to be transformed by me, even after rescuing me. She could have asked for anything at all, but she wanted to be cursed. Every horse cock on her body is a little different, I even made them swell over her eyes to deprive her of sight. She doesn't need to have her senses, her body self-sustained on semen and the force of her orgasms, though there is always one more and one more to come, quite literally. I'm even surprised by how much she gets out of being a living sex organism, with no other function than to lust and ripple through climax after climax, her arousal never fading.

Gale: Are you still at sixty-six Harborough Avenue?

I shivered. I was so wet between my thighs already, though I was glad, at least, that Gale couldn't see that. The scene that she had started was hot. Maybe even the fact that she had disappeared for a good while made it better. But, damn, no one could play out a scene just like Gale, she was good at it. And that was an understatement...

Me: Yeah.

Gale: I hear from Gale that you would like similar cursed attention from one such as me.

Me: You know I do... You know that I fantasise about that, like, all the time...

It was an understatement, but I didn't know what to say. A chill licked down my spine like a demon sinking its claws into me. Maybe I was even imagining this succubus that Gale had concocted.

Gale: Shall I come for you, oh sweet, innocent lamb? Just like I came for Gale? Would you like to be turned, to be transformed, to be rendered nothing but the darkest glimmer of your fantasies?

I moaned, surprising even myself with the sudden flaring of lust.

Me: Yes... Oh, yes, please... I want that, I want to be nothing. Oh, to be reduced to an orgasm beast, able to do nothing more than spurt, so wet and messy... You know me so well. I'd want nothing more than for that to happen, forever.

It was just a scene, but it felt so real, so real that a part of me hesitated and did not write any more than that. I knew that nothing like that could happen, even though Gale had said that there were old texts and old stories, things like that taking place even though we didn't believe it in the modern day and age.

Still... Maybe I knew, even then, maybe I knew that something was untoward, that there was something darker at work than even Gale.

But I didn't know to listen to that part of my gut.

Gale: I shall come.

Me: What do you mean?

But...Gale was gone. The live chat link between our phones went grey, showing that she was no longer using the live service and was no longer registered as "online". I groaned, leaning back further, the phone dropping off to the side.

Was that all meant to wind me up sexually? That was so mean of her! She couldn't just start a fucking hot scene like that and just go like that! I wasn't much of a person for swearing, but, Christ, she'd gotten me all hot and bothered and left me with nowhere to go.

Maybe Gale was getting weirder and weirder. But even I had to admit that being transformed and cursed by a succubus sounded like the best thing in the world to me, the best kind of fun that, if it could ever have been real, would have changed my life forever.

I tried to forget about Gale and distracted myself for the rest of the evening, getting food, ordering a hot drink (hey, the local smoothie place did amazing hot chocolates, no one could judge me for that) and checking in online. Until I made up my mind on whether I was going to go for that other marketing gig or back to my studies, I was left adrift.

Maybe that wasn't the best thing for me anymore, mind wandering while I ignored, to the best of my abilities, the tightness in my groin, the feeling of pressure and arousal, flickering heat lingering there.

Continued in part two of four...