Here are my Demon's Eve stories:
Clara, if she was being completely honest with herself, was drunk as shit. She giggled, sloshing the plastic cup holding her current beverage. "To Demon's Eve!" She slurred happily to no one in particular. A holiday where everyone got to dress like a slutty monster and party was totally Clara's idea of a good time. She adjusted her costume and took a slightly messy slurp of her drink: a salty mix of brine, milk, and grain liquor that the party's host was calling Avatar Cum Punch. Clara had come dressed as a slutty alchemists assistant, wearing a borrowed lab coat open at the front to bare her real breasts, fishnet stockings, strappy pumps, and booty shorts with an enormous fluorescent green dildo hanging out of them. At one time Clara also had a matching green wig, but she had lost it at some point during the night.
Clara felt her insides pinch uncomfortably. She had to piss! Again! She stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry, why did she have to go and break the seal? She stumbled through the throng of partiers towards the stairs to the bathroom. She edged past a couple dressed up like raucous tropical birds, a flamingo harpy and her parrot-man mate. Clara bumped into a very pregnant looking man and drunkenly congratulated him. She paused to watch a couple of girls with fake genitals attached over their mouths pretend to face fuck each other. Clara giggled, that could be kind of hot. Unsteadily she mounted the stairs, almost tripping on the stuffed tail of some bitch wearing a slinky dress extended to make her look like a dick naga. She pushed into the bathroom, dropped her bottoms and had a long, watery piss. Clara sighed happily and giggled. The relief from a good pee was one of the best things about being drunk.
As she stood up from the toilet, the door to the bathroom pushed open. "Heyyy..." she slurred, "occupied?" Did she forget to lock the door. The person who entered the room had a great costume. The first thing Clara noticed was the chick was clearly naked: her generous, pale skinned body was on full display. The second thing Clara noticed was the intruder was headless! That the woman had a narrow, tidy vagina where her neckhole was instead of a face. It looked so real! Clara had no idea how the chick was pulling this off. "Cor..."
The headless woman locked the bathroom door behind her and slinked easily up to Clara. She pressed herself against Clara, their naked chests touching and ran her arms along Clara's back inside her lab coat. "Hey now..." Clara breathed. One of the intruders hand cupped Clara's ass and the other reached around and hesitantly brushed against Clara's still exposed pussy. Clara felt the headless woman pause expectantly, waiting for consent. Clara wasn't usually into chicks, but had to admit this was pretty hot. She could feel herself growing aroused and could smell the blast of warm, fragrant air blowing from the headless woman's neck vagina. "Fuck it...." Clara groaned before leaning forward to kiss and tongue the intruders neck cunt.
The intruder went into action, stroking Clara and touching her and guiding her out of her clothes. She knelt and pulled off Clara's shoes and tights and shorts and mashed her neck cunt against Clara's pussy. Clara panted and moaned, still too drunk to care how loud she was being. Clara started to feel a bit funny as the headless woman worked her way back up her body, sliding her neck cunt over her stomach and breasts. She felt a weird tingle and a flushed heat in her chest. The headless woman placed her hands on either side of Clara's head, palms on either ear, and gently twisted. Clara squealed in pleasure, suddenly feeling penetrated, as if she was rammed full of cock! Except... the feeling wasn't between her legs. And, as the headless woman began to move her head up and down, Clara realized the feeling was more than getting fucked, that she was feeling a new and strange sensation of being enveloped, spectacularly confined. As her head and neck began to slip in alien ways she bit her lip as she felt herself being fucked and fucking, building and building and building until an alien orgasm ripped through her, a vaginal spasm and pumping ejaculation.
Stunned Clara fell back to sit upon the toilet, her chest rising and falling as she panted. She saw... no, it wasn't sight, she somehow sensed the headless woman hold up her head, detached from her body with a forearm length cock instead of her neck. The headless woman lifted the head above her shoulders and, with pleasure evident on the face, inserted it into her neck pussy, pushing it in until the head sat naturally, except for a weird discontinuity of stretched vulva, on her shoulders. The woman smiled Clara's impish smile.
Sitting on the toilet Clara realized she couldn't feel her head anymore. She reached her hands up to her shoulders where they groped along to find that she was now headless, and that she had a pussy where her neck should be.
"I bet you have some questions," The woman with Clara's head said. Clara would have nodded if she could. Clara's face dimpled, "Oh, having a voice again is so nice! Okay, so, I am, or I guess was, a Headless Maiden. And it's kind of transmissible... so now you are a Headless Maiden and, gosh this is so awkward, I'm, well, I'm you. I'm Clara." The new-Clara bit a couple of her fingers nervously in a classicly Clara way.
"The gist of the deal is some Demon thought it would be funny to transform a bunch of unsuspecting partiers into Demon's Eve novelties. Most of the year, you'll just be a normal headless woman living her life. A lot of Sisters go with sex work, but I took the year to travel, doing odd jobs to keep myself fed. It was actually a pretty fun vacation aside from losing my identity. But you get used to that." New-Clara smiled encouragingly and began to gather up the Alchemy assistant costume. "Anyway, next Demon's Eve you will, for that one night, be a Headless Maiden with the ability to transform someone else in exchange for their head and identity." Clara fingered the ring of vulva at the junction her neck-pussy and head-cock. "You'll always be transformed though."
Clara pulled on her stockings and shorts, taking a moment to arrange the green dildo just so. "I saw you at the party and thought you looked really cute and like you had a fun life. So when you made your way up here I followed you." Clara slipped on the lab coat. "And I was right. I'm so excited to be you! I have alll your memories and your personality now. I do have your former brain afterall." She posed at the mirror, looking over her costume. "Except for a new penchant for turtlenecks and scarves no one will notice any difference." She stepped into her heels. "And when the whole neck-pussy, cock-head thing comes up, I'll just blush and tell them I had a Demon's Eve misadventure. It is after all, kind of true." Clara smiled, "How do I look?"
The new Headless Maiden thought for a moment and decided that Clara was convincingly herself. She gave her a thumbs up.
Clara giggled, walked over and planted a big kiss on the Maiden's neck pussy. "Good luck," she said turning to leave, "and Happy Demon's Eve!"
The Headless Maiden picked herself up off the toilet and washed her hands. It was Demon's Eve and she had a party to get back to.
Kent was drunk as shit if he was being honest with himself. He felt a little bad about it, Tina still hadn't arrived at the party yet and while she was late, he knew being this drunk wasn't exactly gallant. But she was late, and Alchemy shot roulette had happened, a game where everyone drank a shooter and one shot glass was spiked with Alchemy. Kent hadn't transformed, much to his relief, but he had gotten pretty wasted. And also pretty aroused, when one of the cute girls playing the game had found the loaded shooter and grown a third breast. Kent kind of hoped Tina would grow a third breast or at least be wearing a costume with one. He took a sip of his Avatar Cum Punch and wondered if Tina would keep her costume on when they had sex later.
Kent found himself wondering if maybe Tina had already arrived, that maybe she was in costume waiting for him to find her. That was exactly the kind of trick she would play on him. He began to shuffle around the party scrutinizing partiers. He hoped he didn't look like he was leering, even if he kind of was. He saw a pretty girl with a green dildo and labcoat with a funny fleshy ring around her neck like jewelry who definitely wasn't Tina. She smiled drunkenly at his attention. He saw a group of catgirls, each sporting a different number of fake breasts... although Kent suspected the one with eight tits was really a multibreasted catgirl. She hissed at him for staring. A headless looking woman seemed to be chugging a beer jammed lewdly into her neck cunt. Another pair of girls were sharing a costume that made them look like a leggy humantaur. They were currently swapping costume elements to trade who was the rear torso and legs. A process Kent was happy to notice involved them stripping down to their panties to swap tail-attached shorts.
Kent was still staring at the humantaur, now reassembled when someone bumped into him. "Hey..." he said, almost spilling his drink. He found he was face to face with an enormous penis. He stumbled back and realized it was a dickgirl, a cock the size of a torso with balls to match attahed to the legs of a woman. Legs wearing a familiar tartan skirt and which had a familiar tattoo on one leg: a musical score wrapping one leg ankle to thigh. Specifically the opening measure of an award winning sonata Tina had written. "Tina?"
The dickgirl wagged its shaft body in a kind of nod. "It's me," her muffled sounding voice replied.
"Woah, that's a really wild costume!" Kent was having trouble focusing, he really was quite drunk, but from what he could tell the costume looked incredibly real. The balls, hairless and smoother than normal hung convincingly. The shaft wagged with the rubbery rigidity of a real penis and was traced with lifelike veins. The proud glans even seemed to have a peeled back foreskin. Kent had seen dickgirl costumes before on a trip to a fake Freyan amusement park: cock shafts that performers wiggled into to impersonate the transformed. But Tina's costume seemed so much more convincing or else Kent was just too drunk to judge. "So I'm guessing your supposed to be a dickgirl."
"Hah. I guess your a Hunter Detective then," came Tina's muffled reply.
"Indubitably," Kent replied sloshing his drink. His own costume was essentially that of a noir deceive: trench coat, fedora, a fake police badge for the Demon Crime Division. He was also wearing a papier-mâché cock over his left arm, a supposed battle-change from an imagined encounter with a wily Avatar. Kent had been quite proud of it until he saw how much more involved his girlfriends costume was.
"Come on," Tina said and turned, walking into the crowd. Kent stumbled after her, following in the wake of space that seemed to open behind the enormous cock and her bobbing balls. Tina lead Kent down a hall, across an impromptu dance floor, and into an unoccupied bedroom. "Sit," Tina instructed him as she kick the bedroom door shut.
Kent flopped onto the bed and watched the surreal view of his girlfriend, dressed as giant cock with sexy legs, slink over to him. She turned, balls swinging, and sat on his lap. Kent squirmed, accurately aware that under her skirt Tina wasn't wearing any underwear. He could feel the heat pouring from her pussy through his pants and the heavy weight of her head sized fake balls. He wrapped his arms around the shaft of her costume, feeling her twitch and press against him. Kent felt himself grow hard.
"Do you like how I look?" Tina asked, voice less muffled.
"Of course, baby," Kent said, grinding his hard cock against his girlfriend.
"I know I'm late," Tina purred, "and I think we should catch up." She rolled her hips on his lap, stood and spread her legs, skirt up, showing her wet pussy, balls dangling between her legs. "Well, Hunter Detetive, fancy fucking a dickgirl?"
Kent climbed unsteadily to his feet and began undoing his pants, discarding his fake cockarm. He knew he should feel conflicted about having sex with his girlfriend in a giant cock costume, but with her sexy ass presented to him, of course he was going to fuck her. Plus, he had to admit, as he swung Tina around to face the bed, there was something wildly erotic about the fusion of his beautiful girlfriend and an cartoonishly large cock. Tina bent forward, flopping her cock body on the bed, bracing herself. Kent pushed forward, cock rubbing against her wet labia, bumping into the back of her scrotum. Tina made a kind of mewling sound and pushed back against him, her hot balls swaying below them. Since Tina's arms were bound, Kent reached down and guided his cock into her, and began to thrust, wrapping his arm around her shaft body just above her scrotum. Kent wondered at how warm Tina's costume was, how the shaft seemed to tense and buck against his arms with every thrust. Tina moaned and the sound seemed to come from the dick slit, and she humped back against Kent. The two came together faster and harder, their balls slapping together and to Kent looking down, it looked like he had grown a giant, moaning cock. Despite the strange visual, Kent felt himself about to come and then he felt a strange pressure penetrate him and press on his prostate like a finger. He grunted and came, semen pumping into Tina. Tina spasmed, her balls tightening against Kent and she made a kind of squealing gargling sound as thick ropes of come shot out of the head of her giant cock body and splattered across the borrowed bedroom.
"Fuck..." Kent breathed, collapsed against Tina, feeling her gigantic balls slowly relax. "This isn't a costume is it?"
Tina, her cock torso sprawled on the bed sputtered cum from her dickslit mouth. "Happy Demon's Eve!"