This is a tale involving a succubus dick-girl and the reader. It's a 'simple' CTF, but very detailed about the transformation process. It's even more detailed regarding the mental changes one undergoes in becoming a sex-demon's cock.

As it's 2nd person I've left a few things vague, to make it easier for the reader to 'click' with the character, such as the character's gender and personality - beyond hedonistic and submissive.

This was something of an experiment; "Taking the Plunge" makes a better story, I think. This draws a lot from it, to take the reader on a thrill-ride (assuming you're into this sort of thing)

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You tremble as your fate looms before you. How did it come to this?

Here you are, laid naked upon a strange bed, pounced by an incarnation of sexy beauty... a literal demoness... Tykra gazes down upon you with gleeful anticipation, poised to do something terribly *perverse* to you...

Your life plays before your eyes, yet there's not a hint of actual mortal terror to intrude on the stunned lust dominating your consciousness. You're about to become immortal, after all. Your future is one free of the spectre of death...and it promises to be a very, very pleasurable one...you just won't have a life to call your own. Instead, you'll be forever bound to hers.

Some would argue 'her' is a word that doesn't quite fit. While the lush, curvy form that hovers above you is stunningly feminine, one particular part of it is undeniably masculine. Her cock throbs on your belly...hard...thick...heavy...and so very intimidating, for it shall be what delivers your erotic fate. The feel of it makes your entire body tremble, not just from the danger it poses, but because it tempts you. Oh how it tempts you. Common sense and self preservation melt before it, as you bathe in the corruptive sexual aura of a succubus who's gazing into your very soul and licking her lips, delighted at the twisted, depraved plan she has for you.

A deep dark fantasy that she found within your mind...or did she implant it? Does it matter? It feels like something you've been drawn to all your life...

*** Minutes ago ***

"Your greatest desire...show me", she whispered in your ear, while embracing you from behind. Immortal health is what leaped to your mind. Eager to cheat death, you made this your wish...forgetting all those tales that warned about demons and vague wishes...

You should have known a sex daemon would fill in the details, and twist that wish into something perverse, but she had you...quite distracted. You were on a dizzying ride towards the most incredible sex of your life, when she suddenly offered to grant this wish, and she had you so worked up that your common sense reply felt...lacking...even as it slipped from your lips.

With your passion stoked and ignited by the aphrodisiac effect of a toe-curlingly hot make-out session, your libido desired something more...gratifying... but while you paused to reconsider words that would change your life, she was in your head. Her telepathic presence was as titillating as the sensation of her breathing into your ear. Lewdly appraising your thoughts, she wordlessly encouraged you to truly embrace her offer. Why settle for just immortality? She offered immortal bliss, not suggesting anything specific, but coaxing you to yearn for *more*...

You thought of being turned into something like her, forever a creature of carnal desire...That should have been enough... but you wanted more...more hedonistic, more sexual, more perverse. Unimaginable pleasure could be yours, all had to do was find it's ultimate form.

While you were struggling to think, her demonic shaft nuzzled and nudged against you from behind, distracting you, influencing your imagination... And you wanted *that*. You wanted it inside you...you wanted it *conquering* you...you wanted to be utterly *taken* by it, pleasured and overwhelmed and made her utter bitch. You wanted your very existence to be centered upon that glorious cock...

An intense yearning to be as close to it as possible is what led you to your destiny. You imagined being fucked by so thoroughly that it imprinted on your very form...

...To be transformed into her cock.

Your lust flared at the thought...and you could feel her *perking* as she picked up on you imagining the carnal bliss of becoming a living sex organ...

"Oh, you nasty little *slut*", she cooed in approval at your utterly depraved idea. It could have been just a crazy passing thought, but she wouldn't let it go. As you blushed intensely in shame, she slipped hints of a co-mingled future into your mind. Visions of her jerking off morning wood, mere masturbation an intimate act...for that nice big dick in her hand was practically labeled *you* in her mind's eye. A profound sense of helplessness took hold you realized how *eager* she was to mold you into her sentient genitalia, and grant you an immortality of dangling between her legs. She spun you around to face her, one look of her gleefully triumphal expression confirming what a serious hole you've dug yourself into. You just stared in open-mouthed shock as she licked her lips and then spoke with a formality that *felt* significant...as if she were inscribing your fate upon a contract woven into the very fabric of the universe.

"I shall grant thee thy wish. Never shall you die, forever shall you stay in the vibrant and virile form your mind now *craves*" And you did crave it, despite alarm bells ringing in your head. Those words meant no possibility of going back. You could feel your freedom and very autonomy slip from your grasp, as your future was collared and leashed to her. This hungry sex demon was about take your life from you, and forever carry you within hers.

"Wait, I...I..." To say you *didn't* desire such an incredibly erotic experience would have been a lie, but *forever*? Would a week be enough to satisfy you? A month? Or was the very inescapability of *forever* part of the allure?

As you struggled to find words that would save you - or at least give your shell-shocked mind time to decide if you *wanted* to be saved - the demoness pushed you down to the bed with casual strength and crawled atop of you...

*** Now ***

And that's how you got where you now are...naked...vulnerable...your mind reeling and trying to wrap around your future as a demon's penis of all things. An eternity of utter helplessness... Moments before, fortune and power could have been yours for the asking, now everything will be taken from you, all because you let lust play a role in deciding your future. How stupid.

"That's okay, dumb and horny will suit you fine...when you're throbbing and hard... like this", she purrs, sliding her hot, pulsating glans down your quivering belly, painting a trail of precum upon your skin. Despite the protests running through your head, the mere thought of yourself taking on such a primal sexual form remains so undeniably appealing that you find yourself letting out a wavering moan of helpless excitement. The wrongness of this...the fact that you're about to fucked over in such a perverse way...it all just adds to the heated state of submissive lust that's taken hold of you.

Now you feel the presence of that throbbing demonic shafthead at your entrance, lightly rubbing it's drooling excitement upon it. Your lips part, and freeze in indecisiveness and shock. You can't believe what's about to happen to you. Your conquerer makes sure you know just what's about to happen, her mind sliding an intimidating fact into yours; once that hot demonic dick of hers enters you, you and the demoness will *never* *ever* separate. All she needs to do, to utterly vanquish you and make you a permanent part of her body...is push.

As she looks into your eyes with a smug, intimate, and very possessive gaze, she does just that. With a wiggling nudge of her hips, she steadily but oh so slowly increases the pressure against your vulnerable opening, taking her sweet time in this fateful act of penetration, relishing in the whimpers and moans of helplessness and lust. A sense of looming fate rises...your craving desire for it rises faster...your flesh and your mind ultimately surrender to her prodding in unison; Your needy hole spreading as the hot throbbing head of that potent cock invades you, while a shameless "Pleaaaaassseeee!" escapes you. Be it a plea to be taken, a plea for mercy, or both, in the end it's a drawn out squeal, as you feel that demonic cock *stretching* you.

"Slut" leaves her lips before they press to yours, muffling any response with a heated aggressive kiss as she works her fleshen pole of conquest forward. The "mmmmphs!" you make are not so much protest as they are a reaction to the overwhelming feeling of something hard, thick, and dangerous sliding deep, deep into you. That shockingly intense sensation of having your flesh stretched so *very* wide isn't normal...it's all pleasure without a hint of pain. Nothing about being penetrated by that cock of hers is normal...it's literally magical. You feel your flesh spread in bliss, as if joyously surrendering to a godly shaft that demands change in order to accommodate it. And when you think isn't possible to take any more, you do. By the time the kiss breaks, you're floored by the incredibly intense feeling of her presence. It feels as if there's more of her than you inside of you. You whimper, sure that if you were to walk away from having this purring demoness hilt into you, your passage would always be forever molded to the shape of her organ.

"Mine." But you're not going to walk away from this...what's happened so far is a stunning demonstration of her ability to *alter* you, but it's trivial compared to how she plans to utterly remodel you. Those shapely hips start to rock, the pleasure of that fleshy rod rubbing your insides keeping you right where you are. She's soon fucking you silly, battering your resistance and derailing your very thoughts with deep, escalating thrusts. In this rising cauldron of lust, you're acutely aware of what every thrust is leading to. Nothing in your life felt so exciting. You know this is wrong, so terribly wrong, but even this excites you, perverting the whimpering and whining that had started as feeble attempts at conveying protest. She fucks you into weak trembly submission.

With a grunting cry of ejaculatory pleasure, Tykra proceeds to end your autonomous existence with a nice big creampie of transformative cum. Feeling those thick hot spurts of tingly demon seed pump her corruptive power deep, deep into your body, you bear your heart to the world in a keening cry of horny helplessness. You sound like an utterly cowed bitch.

The gooey demonic jism seals your fate quickly. The alien but unmistakable sensation of her flesh melding to yours jolts you with the knowledge that you're being bound to her loins for eternity...the "eeeeeee!" that's escaping you draws out into the squeal of one that's being fucked over in an incredibly sexy way.

You're scarcely aware of the sounds you're making, however, as you feel your entire pelvis taking on a taint of base, primal sexuality. This palpable sense of sexual corruption is of course fitting; down there, your flesh is already starting to metamorphosize into the base of her new shaft. The sensation of shifting, slithering change is incredibly erotic, like nothing you've known. It spreads and intensifies, while the feeling of that incredibly long and thick thing within you fades, her original cockflesh absorbed by what is becoming her new. The sensation of your mutating flesh mingling with hers transcends the intimacy of mere sex, turning into the overwhelming closeness of becoming one with her.

Panting heavily from her original cock's orgasmic send-off, Tykra reaches forward to run her fingers through your hair. You can see her lips part in surprise, and realize she *felt* that... From now on, physical sensation is no longer private for you...your nervous system is becoming an extension of hers. Her fingers trace delicately over your trembling lips, and you see amazement on her face as she explores what it feels like for you. Your lips still feel normal, to you...but to her, those are surreal sensations that one wouldn't normally feel from their cock. Your entire physical form is abnormal to it's new owner...your every feature is wrong, a thing to correct.

You can feel this...correction...happening. Your attention is drawn to your conjoined pelvis, where that metamorphosis sensually works upon your flesh and softens your very bones. The erotic feeling is creeping upwards...ever so slowly, hinting that the transformation that has taken root will take some time to claim your entire body. But the life-twisting enormity of this change would make it's progression seem dizzyingly fast. Your hands confirm just how drastic your change truly is, as they encounter skin that's starting to rise and bulge with the outlines of throbbing veins. The gnarled texture you're taking on down there is instantly recognizable as that of cockflesh... Any lingering doubt that remains in your mind as to what you are becoming just melts away, and oozes out in an expression of dizzy awe.

"I'm g-gonna be a cock..." Just saying that felt incredible. Surreal...sexy...scary... So many things are being taken from you. The need for comfort and reassurance has your gaze seeking out hers.

You see those cat-slitted eyes light up, Tykra's revere broken by amusement with the way you just stated the obvious, yet there's an affection in that gaze that softens the impact of loss, an unspoken assurance that she plans to take good care of you. You aren't simply seeing a look in her eyes, of course. More subtle than the feeling of your flesh slowly warping, the mental connection that had started as mere telepathy between two individuals is becoming deeper and permanent. You can sense this, realizing that there will be no escaping that dominant, playful personality that seduced you into your humanity's delightfully depraved ruin.

As Tykra enjoys the novel sensation of her nails running through your hair, she smoothly slips imagery conjured from her imagination into your consciousness. You're titillated with a vision of someone kneeling before her, lavishing attention upon her cock... Whoever this person is, there's an expression of worship clearly directed at the future you. Then, your new owner taunts you with a vision of her standing before a urinal and whipping out the flaccid length of the helpless, faceless form that shall be yours...

"You'll thank me, even for that..." You're transfixed with a gaze of perverse glee that hints of a cat that's caught a helpless plaything. She'll be getting her kicks out of toying with you and utterly debasing you for *eternity*. You've never felt so trapped and vulnerable, yet can tell she intends to *make* you enjoy all of what she'll be putting you through. True cruelty isn't something you should fear...humiliation is another matter. The dehumanizing future you face is a kinky sort of scary.

Be it from her, you, or both, a wave of lust suddenly washes over you and any defiant protest you may have wanted to make. Instead, a long, drawn out moan escapes your mouth.

She lowers her face to yours, the heat of her words spilling against your lips. "Such a fucking *pervert*! You're *perfect* for this". Her lips press to yours in a soft yet very aggressive kiss, that long, slithery tongue sliding into your mouth as if she owned the place. Your tongue is sought out and seduced into a slow, writhing dance with hers, amidst the muffled gasps you find yourself making as you vividly feel your creeping devolution into a sexual organ continue. Below the navel, you feel everything losing it's shape, taking on the simpler form of a boneless tube of flesh...flesh that had been part of of your independent body...now part of an organ that belongs to *her*. Yet everything is starting to feel so much more *alive* down there. Your hands are constantly shaking as they glide over skin that's taking on a lightly oily sheen, and becoming oh so very sensitive, perceiving every touch as sexually suggestive.

You almost suck her tongue down your throat as you draw in a sudden breath...your entire pelvis fills with a blissful pulse of sensation that seems like lust itself has taken on physical form. It fades quickly but soon there it is again...this is the start of a rhythm that you will live by; your altered lower abdomen is *throbbing*, the blood of a sex demon pumping into you with a noticeable physical effect on your altered hips.

You've thought of that area of your body as your hips all your life, and the label sticks for now, even though nothing down there feels or resembles what it was. That entire area is now more appropriately referred to as your *base*, and it's newly phallic nature hits home anew as you feel firmness return to it's boneless form, little by little, every sensual *throb* making your lower body thicken further and take on a drastically different shape. The feverishly heated make-out session is marked with your gasps, as your flesh stiffens into a nice and thick embodiment of lust. While you take delight in the feeling of your reworked flesh swelling into erection, the transformation relentlessly inches upwards. Now your lower back and belly are surrendering form to join the length of cockflesh you'll forever be known as. Skin bulges in pulsating lines and blossoms in pleasure receptors, as everything underneath becomes erectile tissue, causing more of you to assume a simpler cylindrical shape that is wholly defined by your turgid state.

When the demoness pulls back from the kiss, you once again state the obvious in a gasp; "H-hard..." Your flustered, excited mind simply lacks the ability to describe how amazing this feels. Even for one familiar with feeling of *having* a rock-hard boner, it is a pale hint of what it's like to *be* one. This throbbing carnal drum-beat defines you, from the pulsating surface of your vein gnarled skin, to the turgid core of erectile tissue which is putting that skin's newfound strechiness to good use. The primitive blending of lust and sensation pulses straight up into your brain, igniting the submissive delight you have for your fate into an even more feverish and eager state of pure sexual abandon.

You moan in joyous lust, and nearly proclaim your obvious horniness... A little belch slips from your lips instead, while you feel the last of your stomach contract, becoming part of a new structure forming from the repurposed flesh of your digestive tract. With every throbbing beat you grow more aware of this new part of you, a canal that runs though your lust-hardened stiff core...the urethra of a penis. At a deep, primal level you *feel* how significant and central to your purpose it is... It's like an instinct, and it is shocking in it's unfamiliarity.

You look into her eyes questioningly, but all you see is amusement mingled with lusty excitement. No, *she* is not slipping these strange feelings into your mind...but she does explain where they're coming from, in a stream of teasing concepts. She wonders if you actually thought you'd keep thinking like a *human*? No, your mind is becoming more cock-like, the magic molding it to fit your new form and purpose. By the time your changes are complete, you'll be all cock, body, mind, and soul.

This stunning revelation would probably conjure up all sorts of questions, were you not so easily enraptured by your expanding sense of touch. You're becoming more acutely aware of your changing form than any human is of their penis, or their entire body for that matter. Your tactile sensitivity seems to rise with every heartbeat; as a sex organ, touch will not only be your strongest sense, experiencing it will be central to your purpose in life. You're so sensitive now that the erotic pulsing of every single vein that's bulging your skin is distinctly felt. It's all so distracting, so intensely titillating...you're amazed you can focus on anything at all ...a human mind couldn't process all of this.

Amidst all of this, part of your attention is drawn to that new tunnel running through you. The transformation hasn't even crawled up to your head yet, yet it's already beginning to fill with all sorts primal drives and urges regarding the bodily functions you'll be responsible for. You find yourself flexing muscles you didn't possess minutes ago...the sensation of your inner walls moving against one another is vivid, a mild erotic pleasure that coaxes you to experiment. Here, in the midst of a change that's condemning the rest of your body to immobility, you discover an amazing new dexterity hidden within you, and find a certain way of making your passage ripple that's feels too sexy to stop, motions intrinsically linked to your state of rising sexual need. As you keep rolling those new muscles, a surreal confusing helplessness sets in, as you wonder if you're really obeying an irresistible urge, or if your flesh is moving on it's own accord. The lines between conscious action and involuntary reflex are blurring, as you become ever less a person, and more a body part that's caught up in the lust you're meant to respond to.

At the moment, this might not fully sink in; it's hard to hold a train of thought. So much is happening. Beyond the strange urges, the gratifying sensations, and maddening drum-beat of primal passion, you're staring in wide-eyed at your body, stunned by what you see; The biggest cock you've ever seen is taking shape before your very eyes; the transformation is a 3 inch or so front of mutating flesh at nipple level. Veins visibly rise and bring with them further change...skin changes in tone and texture...ribs soften into flesh. Beyond that, the sight of a *huge* shaft would throw even the most modest sense of vanity into doubt... Your new look is so...ugly...in a crude, sexually potent sort of way that is undeniably appealing.

And you *feel* like the lewd thing you're seeing. It's not possible to touch yourself in an innocent way anymore, not that you want to. Your hands are busy stroking over the new you, shaking in futile eagerness to touch every inch of flesh...for every inch of it *demands* attention, and indulging this is oh so rewarding and addictive. So swept up by your impossible task, you obey another urge that slips into your lust-fogged mind, curling your legs up, and hardly giving it a thought.

Then her hands join yours in caressing your eager, needy flesh, leaving you moaning in grateful pleasure... The bit of extra attention on your sensitive surface adds a certain urgency to flexing and rippling your inner passage in that oddly specific way. You've not had room for a thought over *what* you're doing, it just felt right... Now there's a growing sensation of liquid warmth down in your base, and you find yourself clenching around it, cradling it. You're working that hot goo upwards when it all starts to make sense to your amazed, lust-addled mind. It was all so obvious. You're half cock, and so full of horniness that you just can't keep it bottled up anymore.

As you work that first and very slow pulse of pre-cum up into your chest and your dwindling humanity, the strangely natural sensation becomes a confusing mixture of old and new. The body memory of life in your now dwindling human form twists the alien phallic delight of secreting sexual lubricant into a more familiar sense that you're just gagging up a big wad of slime... "*Ulp*" But it seems gagging isn't a physically unpleasant sensation anymore...no, you perceive it as pleasure. That nagging in your head isn't backed by sensory input from a normal throat; yours nearly a urethra in it's entirety now.

"Silly cock", the demoness purrs as her splayed hands run up and down your rock-hard length, coaxing up pre from her new masculinity. Her eyes alight in amusement at the sight of you struggling with the fading reflexes of a body that's well on it's way to being simply part of one. The fact that she's speaking to you like a plaything that's dumb with horniness - especially because it's true - is like a swat on the bottom of your sense of pride, which has been curled up and rocking in a corner of your mind. But any defiance would come too late to stop that hot lump of demonic pre from oozing out of your throat with an audible gurgle that somehow manages to convey surprise.

The explosion of taste in your mouth hits you like an aphrodisiac ...the taste is pure sex...all the passion of the demoness and your own pulsating, eager contribution to it, distilled into a flavor that makes your tongue writhe and grind about in a dance of passionate heat. You hold it all in your mouth, to relish it...and because you still possess a rather human resistance to the notion of making a big drooling mess. With an audible *gulp*, you swallow it back down...and quickly discover it has nowhere to go. Even the once familiar act of swallowing felt *weird*. Your throat twitches as you try to keep it down, human reflex fighting those horny cock urges...

"*Gluk*!" New phallic instincts and rewired plumbing prevail, filling your mouth anew with juicy lust.

The demoness laughs with amusement at the look of confused helplessness on your face, and taunts you with a fact you're becoming all too aware of; "Better get used to things going the other way from now on..." She leans forward, breathing huskily over your over lips. "Drool for me...like the horny, drippy trouser-snake you know you were born to be..."

The words rain more slaps upon your pride. But the psychic bond with your owner is so strong now, it feels like your very mind is sitting in the lap of hers, wrapped up in a loving embrace. She's sharing more and more with you; you can *feel* how she's getting off on the shame she's causing you, and her amused approval with the way it turns you on. Should you feel this way? Were you really so submissive before this? It doesn't matter; you're becoming linked to her libido, now. Whatever you liked before might not even matter when 'you' means 'this demon's horny instrument of passion'. Besides, you can't help but be thrilled *feeling* how she wants to pleasure you; pleasure seems like such a very, very important thing to you, now. Best of all, pleasure is important to hedonistic mindset of your succubus conquerer.

Tykra helps herself to another kiss...your lips twitch and tremble against hers, swept up by an urge to obey her, and the ever growing yearning to *dribble* that's rising from your altered subconscious. You return the kiss as a lover...and surrender, drooling into it like a horny, leaky trouser snake. The soft play of her lips and the way she audibly slurps that pre from your mouth fill your head with ever more phallic thoughts. Thoughts of hot slutty mouths and nice slobbery blowjobs. Already, you're working up another hot pulse of liquid passion, coaxed by the "mmmms" of an eager mouth just as much as the raw stimulation you're getting from Tykra's wonderful, attentive hands.

You feel the transformation begin to take enter a phase that's utterly crippling and you embrace this, too. Once more, you feel that distinct, sensual feeling flesh merging with flesh, only now it's your arms melding to your throbbing shaft of a body... With nary a shred of common sense or worry holding you back, you joyously surrender them, pressing them in with urgency, taking delight in the feeling of them adding to your turgid girth, making you nice and thick. The resulting helplessness soon hits you like a brick, but your only real regret is from the hedonistic outlook of a cock that's lost the ability to masturbate itself.

"That's okay, you love *my* hands, don't you?" Oh, her hands feel so very good...better than yours did; the skills of a succubus are at play, roving over a body that's *very* receptive to such talent. While her magic sculpts your body into an utterly helpless form that's all about sex and little else, she massages you deeper into a pleasured, horny fuge.

Compared to the slow leisurely change that's crawling up your torso, your limbs are repurposed with the swiftness of a roller-coaster ride. Your ability to walk goes next, as your ankles sink into the back of your thighs, the flesh and bone of your legs gurgling audibly as they devolve into shapeless, metamorphosizing lumps. Here your skin grows slightly wrinkled, loose, and baggy, while everything underneath coalesces into a pair of nice firm glands. What it's all becoming is instantly recognizable, but so weird and wrong to a psyche that's known that flesh as a pair of usable legs. You try to move them, and can only make that massive nutsac twitch... but to the massive hedonist that is a sentient cock, this is another delightfully sexy way to express your excitement and pleasure.

Suddenly aware of a big roiling mass of cum within those churning testicles, you're filled with near dizzying infusion of sexual urgency. An excited quiver runs along your inner walls, as your ever more phallic mind grows infatuated with the prospect of turning all your pent up passion in a big gooey *mess*. Gone forever is any hesitation; To a cock, messy is a very good thing. You love how pleasantly slick and *sloppy* you're making yourself, as you repeatedly pulse and drool hot slimy precum. You feel an oozing trail of it trickle down amongst the throbbing veins of your thickening neck. You watch with delight as it flows down the new you, in awe at what you see; a sexy virile organ that belongs right where it is, jutting from your owner's pelvis.

The stroking becomes outright heavenly, as her hands begin to smear and slather your slick secretions all over your pulsing form. You struggle find your voice in a throat that's filled to the brim with pre-cum, wanting to moan, wanting to thank her for your fate... She only smiles at this, her gaze trailing down your length, her hands audibly slick as they glide over your lubricated surface.

"I never thought I'd meet a human who actually wants this", she purrs, a taunting reminder of the depths of your depravity. "An utter pervert with no dignity and endless desire...such a dick-loving pleasure slut that you wanted to be one...", she coos with approval, reaching up to smear sticky pre all over still unchanged face, to the indignity of your lingering pride. Her words are so demeaning, yet they're spoken with affection as well as amusement. "This wouldn't have worked if you were normal, you know. Are you sure you were *ever* a person? So tragic; all that time not spent dangling between my legs...where you belong...but fear not, my lovely fuck-stick, I'll fit you in...we'll work a lot of mass out of you *very* soon..."

You instantly know what she means; The desire to *cum* is starting dominate your thoughts, even as alarm bells go off somewhere in that feverish, lust addled mind of yours...you *know* that first orgasm will make this transformation irreversible, and will seal your eternal fate.

"Beg for it..." Her fingers trace over sticky lips that seem more sensitive and sexual, now. You try to respond to that demand, but your mouth just opens and closes uselessly. You didn't even notice it when you stopped breathing... now your chest is part of that stiff throbbing shaft, incapable of drawing in air. You're not even worried about breathing, but it takes awhile for it to truly sink home that something so basic as your ability to speak is gone. With every plea, whimper or moan you try to make, your repurposed throat just responds like the urethra it has become, and kneads up another glob of pre-cum into your silenced mouth. The more you try to vocalize with that sloppy mouth of yours, the more natural it is to simply squeeze out a nice pulse of pre instead. It starts to feel like that *is* your voice, a simple, gooey means of expressing yourself, perfectly suited for a primed, eager cock that just wants to express pleasure and beg for more.

Your feverishly horny mind is oh so pliable to having such basic concepts changed, yet the magic isn't exactly stripping away your freedom of thought...No, your thoughts are your own, as pleasure, a greatly expanding libido, and flowering instincts belonging to a demon's sexual organ work to corrupt and influence them.

Part of you reels, aghast at the injustice and utter helplessness of losing the ability to communicate with others, beyond 'That feels good' or 'I'm ready to spurt'.

As your owner picks up on this, you can feel her thrilled sense of conquest become a wave of lust that surges into you, making you even more stiff and needy. "A talking cock? Don't be silly", she teases in a condescending purr. A taunting stream of concepts slide into your head; *She* will do all the talking. In fact, nobody will even think of you as a person unless she chooses to reveal the fact that *were* one...which she might just do, to entertain certain lovers. Beyond that, you'll be a very private part of her. If her penis were able to just *tell* someone how it felt, that would be bad for *her* privacy.

With your mind marinating in this feverishly heated sauna of escalating mutual passion, and your ego getting such a thorough spanking, it is so very easy to embrace the thrill of complete and total submission. You take a running leap off that cliff you've been inevitably sliding towards, mentally proclaiming yourself as nothing but her sexual plaything, surrendering your person-hood in your eagerness to be utterly vanquished and experience the delights of being a fleshy conduit for her seed.

"Mmmmhh...yes...give it all up you beautiful horny freak!" It seems she's even more turned on by how shameless and horny you are while surrendering to her dominance. Your lowliness in comparison to her is like a button wired to your conjoined libidos. Your mind and body surges with so much blended lust you feel like you'll just explode. Just like you so desperately want.

With widely splayed fingers, her hands slide upwards from what was once your belly, firmly pushing you down against the bed. Thrusting her hips, she moves your entire body forward a foot or so, then pulls you back... You'll no doubt become familiar with these rutting motions, as a central player in her sexual exploits. The silken bed-sheets feel *amazing* against your spine, or rather what it has become; a large soft bulge running along the underside of your hard, curved length. As she humps and grinds you against the bed, you're teased with a fleeting vision of what she would see while using you; Tykra looking down your glistening hard form as she pumps you in and out of someone's soft, shapely ass. For the demoness, there's a certain familiarity to that tush; it's marked with a rather specific tattoo. Your owner is making it no secret that she already has plans for you. Plans that likely involve 'introducing' you to someone like this.

Whatever your thoughts are about being put *there* are soon swamped, as an intense yearning to be stuffed deep into a tight warm hole rises within your increasingly phallic psyche. Your clench your urethra in a reflexive cry of desire, sending precum arcing from your sloppy mouth to spatter upon the nape of your neck. *Squirting* like that felt so incredibly *satisfying*...for a moment. That was just a tiny hint of what will come. The heavenly pleasure that's rising in your twitching balls is a stronger hint of how close you're edging towards that fateful orgasm.

You feel the throbbing in your head now...and the feeling of your face swelling with lust. Amidst that overwhelming need to *cum*, there's a part of you is in shocked disbelief, for now you're facing the loss of something quite important to your identity.

Tykra lowers her face to yours...her breath titillating your skin with words that call to question your very status as an individual. "If my cock thinks it needs a face to identify with...". You stare at your owner's face as her gaze presses home the point in it's invasive, intimate warmth. Her feelings freely wash over you now. Amidst that gleeful dominance, there's a deeper excitement as she prepares to finish adding you to herself...surprisingly, you sense an almost nervous quality to her anticipation; this is a big change for her too. Life won't be the same for the succubus, with you a permanent companion, forever intertwined with her oh so important sexuality. Of course, *she's* not the one being reduced to an utterly helplessness appendage.

Her lips meet yours in a tender, loving kiss...the last one you'll be able to return in kind. You do, at first, but it's not long before your kissing is driven by the crazed, messy lust of an excited sex organ. The line between a kiss between lovers and an act of auto-fellatio becomes more and more blurred, as she starts audibly suck precum right out from your pleasured, tingling lips. The feverish, sloppy make-out session gives way to an intensely sexual act, as her tongue slips free to lap over your sensitive lips like a lollypop, then slithers all the way down to the erogenous zone that your trembling chin is becoming.

That hot slick tongue-bath feels so, so good, your teeth would be audibly chattering, were they not softening into cockflesh. You clench your still rigid jaw in reaction, titillated by the surreal squishing sensation in your sopping mouth. Every nuance of her tongue's silky texture is conveyed to your brain in vivid clarity and intense pleasure. The slithering muscle soon elicits from you the phallic equivalent of a loud, pleasured cry. Pre-cum flies from your slimy mouth with a tiny *squick*...and *spats* on the bridge of your owner's nose. Her gasp bathes your oh so sensitive face in titillating heat. You catch a hint that the prideful demoness took this as an indignity.

"Bad, messy cock.."

As she slides her palm up along your cheek, the bliss almost makes you squirt again. For perhaps the last time, you keep your lips tightly pressed together, for you can tell that hand is moving with intent to punish you. In your state of utter physical helplessness, that is downright scary. You have no idea what to expect, for Tykra doesn't have to share what she doesn't want to.

With a firm grasp of your hair, she jerks your head back. "Silly". Tykra's amusement slides into your head as her mind asks yours; Now did that hurt? Of course not. Your owner is not into pain. But you had better get used to rough treatment, she warns you, noting that you're being remade to take abuse...your mind is possessed by the fleeting visions of her hips slamming you into someone hard, and of being swung against someone's face with a firm *slap*. Right now at least, you're being treated with tender, gentle seduction. Her quickened breath slides along the cockflesh of your thickening neck...her tongue follows, urging you to shudder and leak delight to your heart's content on the bed.

As her tongue ever so slowly laps it's way up towards your chin, you find yourself freed from that controlling grip. It's completely unintentional on Tykra's part; the demoness's firm handle on you becomes a handful of loose hair. The sensation of having it pulled from your scalp is a painless titillation to skin that is all too willing to let hair follicles slip out with ease, as it's slowly remade for smooth sensitivity. It seems you're not really free, and quite stuck with that upside-down view of the bed; your neck is all cock-shaft now, and your head is locked in place, angled with your leaky mouth permanently positioned at your tip.

You can't see what she's doing but oh can you feel those quickened breaths and wet licks as they trace the border between your neck and the underside of your jaw. Here your flesh rises to form a hypersensitive flare, as if responding to the seductive pleasures of that roving demonic tongue. The erotic throbbing that's now present all throughout your hard, curved form is intensifying even further still inside your head. Your brains are turning into cockflesh, which doesn't seem to affect your mind...the overwhelming sensation of pulsating horniness between your ears is another matter. Every beat of your owner's heart threatens to derail your thoughts with repeated waves of needy lust.

You're losing the last of your humanity, yet, however scary or wrong this may feel, you know that's the only thing holding back your release, and so the transformation that was frighteningly fast when it began now seems teasingly slow. You want nothing more to be a gushing penis, and you're begging for it so hard that most of your precum leaves the shifting flesh of your mouth in repeated mimicries of ejaculation.

Two hands gently press over your dwindling ears, the mere contact making your churning and oh so *ready* nutsac twitch. Your owner slides another vision into your feverish mind...this time it's not a product of her imagination, but a vivid picture of what she through her eyes as she gazes down upon a massive cock the size of a person. From this angle, you can't see your face; the only visual cue that you were anything more than a penis is the still distinct shape of a jaw that is blushing into a vivid, glistening purple. Her slick, roving caress seems to seduce your flesh and bones to soften and throb, encouraging those facial features to smooth away as your entire head inflates with pleasure and passion. Here, your sensitivity rivals everything else. If you could, you would be filling the room with constant cries of crazed lust and pleasure, but you can't, and can only listen to the erotic, slimy sounds of lubricated palms roving about what is becoming a anonymous, pulsating bulb of flesh that's so sensitive you don't need ears to hear with.

Your view of the bed blurs, precum oozing into your eyes...you try to blink it away, and your eyelids refuse to open. Soon those wonderful hands are gliding over an expanse of sexualized flesh that's utterly smooth, save your twitching lips and a new cleft that runs up from them and over what was your forehead. Your sense of up and down is thrown into question; your constant trickle of pre oozing *down* this new feature, to get caught up in a caress and slathered about your blissed flesh.

Vision is forever at your owner's behest, now. You're entranced by the sight of your jaw-line and ears fading, the last of your personhood becoming pure cock. At this point, it wouldn't matter if you would have chosen your fate with a clear head; seeing that glorious, sexy organ and knowing it's *you* is the most magical and sexy moment of your life. You never imagined it was possible to be so horny, or that you would look like horniness personified. So much lust is packed into that glistening swollen head of yours, you wonder if you'll ever be lucid again...but that's not an important matter...not like *cumming*. Nor are you concerned about the crooning "That's right, squirt yourself dumb". You're so very eager to throw everything you have to give into the orgasm that is so, so close.

The last human action you make is feverishly suckling Tykra's finger, as it slips past your lips and into your soft pliable mouth. Your owner is *thrilled* at this wanton response, and the feel of your mouth snugging around her finger as it devolves and simplifies into just a part of that eagerly twitching cum-tunnel of yours. What finally sets you off is the *wonderful* circular motions her other hand is making atop of your mind-rendingly sensitive head, and the sudden, single thrust of her hips that makes the other side slide along silk that's greasy with pre.

You hear her cry out in pleasure, and with ecstasy and fate crashing in upon you, you join her, expressing the bliss you share with your owner, with a technique used by cocks everywhere.

*Splurt*

Tykra's orgasm *activates* your new form. Your oversized balls clench in bliss, audibly injecting a wad of hot, thick goo into your eagerly quivering cum-chute. The feel of sperm splattering hard against the inner walls of your tunnel sets them aspazm with pleasure that's like the crack of a whip, demanding action. You clench, you squeeze, you frantically pump that jism through you like a bolt, as if you were born to do it.

The powerful orgasmic bliss that shoots up the length of your very being makes everything you know in life pale in comparison...your entire girth alights in an intense wave of pleasure that grows to overwhelm heights as it approaches your head. The orgasm crashes into your ecstatic mind, instantly convincing it that it's entire purpose is to experience pleasure, while leaving you with the feeling that a part of it just joined that wad of gooey bliss, and flew from lips rapidly twisting into a spasming cum-slit.

*Splat*

You see enough cum to fill a shot-glass splattering on the headboard, and plunge into sightless as your host's concentration falters, letting out a grunt of pleasure. You feel your nutsac jerk, and the next heated gush of ball-juice pumping into the base of your blissed shaft, stimulating you into continued action. The spastic clenching motions come to you as natural as breathing, and the temptation to fulfill your biological function is terribly strong. You have about as much choice as an automatic weapon with it's trigger held down, and a round sliding into it's chamber.

*Squirt*

In your ejaculatory heaven, you're very, very aware that you're sealing your fate, literally squirting away your only tether to ever being more than a pleasure conduit. Knowing you'll be left without the mass for a complete and independent body of your own, you embrace that urge to empty your balls. If anything, the utter wrongness of what you're doing just adds to the sheer joy of being a penis pumping out it's first load.

*Splish*

With every orgasmic explosion that rocks your greasy purple head, you can sense knowledge slipping away. Nothing important...how to balance a checkbook, how to write, stuff you needed to know for work...which won't apply to your exciting new career in pumping out spooge. Head clutter you collected when you're were a person, about stuff you won't even think about as a demon's body pet and sexual tool. As you surrender those silly human things and hear them land somewhere with nice gooey *splats*, you feel better off if anything. Simpler, more like a sex organ. You don't need to remember how to walk or talk; you're a sexy fleshy pole, and all you want to do is pump out the contents of your balls through your spasming cum-slit.

You never want to stop.

And to your hedonistic glee, you don't for a very long time. You slip into a flexing rhythm, utterly and willingly enslaved into performing the simple yet entrancing reflex motions of a very, very stimulated body part that is unloading a lifetime of sexual tension. You shoot out what seems like gallons of cum, each jolt of blessed release more intense than the last. This magical orgasm is ever escalating climb into heaven, nothing you could have possibly imagined when the idea of becoming a demon's cock first slithered seductively into your mind. And then, your descent into mindless euphoria becomes a free-fall.

Snug, slippery softness comes out of nowhere to engulf your spurting faceless tip... Your entire head is sucked into a steamy hot, dripping wet sauna of silky flesh. Beneath you, a massive tongue quivers as it urgently presses up to hug your form. Oh how much you've *shrunk*!... You jizzed yourself into being a schlong permanently... but you're definitely not stopping. Not in here. You proceed to make that hot, drooling mouth slimy and sticky, swept up in the glee of cock unloading into a nice spooge receptacle that you intend to fill to the brim. The sound of a loud, rolling gulp hints that this is a futile goal, but it only makes you more eager.

Everything snugs around you tight...oh so delightfully tight. All around you, there's a wet cacophony of saliva and cock-juice being pulled in towards the succubus's hungry gullet. Everything relaxes for a moment, as a hot steaming 'ahhh' blasts around you. Then she sucks at you again with perfect timing, making that next spastic jolt of pleasure goo all the more swift and intense, as she literally sucks it right out of your head. Quivering, rhythmically flexing flesh pulls you to an even greater peak, your last train of thought derailing to the lewd, slurping, guzzling sounds of being blown into mindless ecstasy.

For a long time, your thoughts would best be described as *pump* *flex* *squirt*, mirroring your reflexive motions in this world-shattering orgasm.

If you could think, you'd find it incredibly sexy to have your sentience sucked out of you for good. In fact, that's the first thought that enters your head as that incredible peak diminishes, and your consciousness eases into a somewhat collected state of bliss.

"But where's the fun in that?". Your mistress asks, mentally. You're still in that hot drooling mouth of hers, and her incredibly long tongue is rather busy winding around your former neck, slithering along the back of your terribly sensitive flare. You're still very, very excitable...it proves remarkably easy to set you off into another jumping spurting tizzy...

*Clench* *Spooge* *Squeeze*...

There's no telling how many times she let you ease back to being able form a coherent thought, only to suck you back into a mindless ejaculatory ecstasy. Even when allowed those fleeting moments of sex-crazed thoughts, you're not sure you know how to count anymore.

Counting is last thing on your mind, when Tykra proceeds to devour you, her greedy, undulating gullet engulfing your entire length as she swallows you up with the ease of a succubus. She demands every last drop of your delicious, sticky pleasure... whatever remains of your cummified humanity and autonomy. That hot rippling embrace coaxes it right out of your obedient, euphoric flesh. In the grip of world-shattering pleasure, her mind takes yours and helps it regain it's footing. You understand what's happening, when you seal your fate with a final *splurt* of carnal pleasure. The ejaculatory euphoria takes on a distinctly magical feel to it, as it resonates with the universe. You feel it molding your very soul into something delightfully salacious, locking you into this debauched phallic form permanently. *Mine* Not even the magic of a god can change this, now.

As you start to slip from those soft heavenly lips, you have no regrets. You're mentally throbbing your pure wordless gratitude, for helping you take care of that sexual desperation which had you so pent up since your transformation began. You're utterly satisfied and *spent*...But you're still in a rather horny state of mind; you *are* the sex organ of a succubus, after all. It's just that play is less of an urgent matter...for now. And 'horny' certainly doesn't describe your physical state anymore. The needy rigidity that had you stiff as a board was sucked right out of you by the succubus that now possesses you as her sexual totem forever. Not that you feel like a totem pole at the moment. Semi-flaccid, you land on her soft skin with a wet *plop*.

You're blind, which clashes with all you knew, but feels oddly natural. You scarcely have time to process this before you're struck by an unbelievable sight, your owner once again freely sharing what she sees as she basks in mutual satiation. She's scooted back against the headboards, gazing down at herself, specifically, her new body part; you. 'You' is another word that doesn't quite apply to one so physically integrated with another. Your distinctness is now little more than the marked contrast between her smooth feminine curves, and the brutish masculinity of your phallic contribution to her body.

"Mmmn...You look great on me." Even she seems surprised by what she made of you. A hint of phallic pride rises from your thoroughly reworked subconscious, and perhaps it's not unjustified. As cocks go, you're a monster. You have...so many inches...too many for your sex-focused mind to grasp. Even lazy and relaxed, you're so long that you drape over her belly and a good part of her cleavage, like a veiny fleshy python.

Gazing out from her viewpoint at such an alluring dick is a disorienting affair. You've lived all your life with a human body, and no matter what you looked like before, hers is a more familiar form. You might just feel the urge to pet that enticing cock that looks as if it were laying upon you...to curl up a little more and suck on it... You can almost feel your mouth water...

...But no, you can also feel that your 'mouth' is just the end of your cum-tunnel, which feels *very* nice after it's intense workout. You see your salivation for what it is, a cum-slit that's oozing leftover semen. You can't even stop that, let alone pet yourself or move a body that's not yours. It seems you retain the important memories of your old life, and recall moving in all sorts of ways, but you can't remember *how*. The very concept of willing yourself to move even *feels* alien at some deep level. A bosom that rises with a deep breath conspires with gravity to make your slimy purple head slip down her cleavage, and you can't do a thing to stop that, either. The feeling of utter helplessness is intense, and a kinky turn-on to your sex-organ psyche. Lots of things are; your priorities have shifted drastically, and the world has become a simpler, sexier place. Even the dawning realization of your new simplemindedness is an erotic, thrilling reminder that you're all cock, just like mistress said you would be.

"Mmmm...cock for brains", Tykra teases. You see fingertips gently run down your veiny tubular form, the titillating sensation eliciting a visible twitch of your slit. Through her eyes, it looked indistinguishable from a mindless reaction to stimulus, but to you it was a moan that you couldn't help but make. It may make you wonder if you spooged all your willpower away while in that heavenly mouth. That's when you hear a cute little belch. Across that intimate link between your minds, curiosity and questions are met with impish amusement, coy avoidance, and a concept stream of teasing praise. She thinks you're very clever...for a cock...and is sure you'll figure out everything she gobbled up... And, as an aside that's an acute reminder of her nature, she found it all *yummy*.

She closes her eyes and hugs herself, drawing you warmly to the rest of her body, for now happy to simply enjoy a calm, happy moment with her new addition. You share her happiness, but you're not exactly calm; you've just been turned into a demonic penis, after all. Part of you still can't believe it. You are so utterly *owned* that your submissive libido might just stay eternally wound up. But with the frantic roller-coaster ride of your transformation completed, and your need to cum quenched for the moment, everything is starting to sink in.

That mental link with Tykra is so intimate, your every thought, feeling, and secret is exposed to her...even now, she's blithely responding to them, slipping in a comparison of your mind to a whore with spread legs. As you try to wrap your mind around a future where the very concept of privacy is meaningless, she notes privacy is actually a very important thing for you...after all, you're a private part, and much too indecent a thing for public gaze. She teases you with the thought of her walking buck-naked on a beach, with your naughty form exposed for all to see, dangling and slapping her thighs with every step...or visibly announcing how horny you are to anyone that glances your way. She notes she can *feel* you try to blush, and takes that as an admission that she is right.

Your owner knows every button to push, and can read your easily titillated mind like the back of her hand. And she should; it actually *feels* like your mind is conjoined to hers...you really are but a physical and mental appendage of your host. As the concept of 'me' is shaken to the core, you mentally moan into the greater whole of the demoness. Your worshipful adoration is met with a love that's unfettered in it's possessive nature.

Her hands shift off of your flesh...moments later you feel her cleavage spread, and find your head slipping in between her boobs, both all nice and squishy as she mashes them in around you. Subsumed in the soft warmth of her breasts and psyche, your definition of self becomes that of the immortal's cock, and you take your place in the world as a sentient component of her kinky immortal libido. It's a joyous epiphany, an ascension where you still feel so nicely *fucked*. She's amused by the irony of that.

"You're obviously a tool for fucking". Fucking. "Mmm.." A wave of desire nudges your thoughts towards that lovely idea...she *really* wants to use you now. Mentally and physically, you perk in response to your owner's mood, her excited anticipation a strong hint that she's made a decision that no doubt involves stuffing you into somebody.

As she stands, your wet and sticky head slides out from the soft plush embrace of her breasts. You dangle and brush against those silky smooth legs of hers, but after only a couple of steps, the mutual desire firms you up enough that you begin to rise. A shared glance at a mirror shows you proudly erect and pointing forward from the crotch of a beautiful sex goddess. A white rope of cum hangs wiggling from your cum-slit lips, as your throbbing purple head moves slightly left and right with her every step, in sync with the motion of her swaying hips.

Fevered contrasting emotions stoke your lust, as you take in the sight with stunned awe. You're that...thing. Nothing but a body part...which means you are more. Tykra is absolutely glorious...and you are a part of that...the most alluring, intimidating part. Utterly dehumanized, yet possessed with confidence, for you are undeniably a tool for fucking. Tykra's tool. You are totally her bitch, but to everyone else, you'll be Tykra's big scary bitch-breaker.

You give your owner no small amount of trouble getting dressed...as she grasps you and tries to pack you into a tight leather prison, you thicken and grow in response to her touch. A clever cock indeed, you suggest the one solution that comes to your hedonistic mind. Your desire to be played with is a physically tangible sensation that almost tempts a succubus...but she wants you to know who's boss, and wants you all pent up and ready for a night's-long workout. She eventually manages to squeeze you in, and in that intimate space of shared thoughts, she playfully chides you for not getting ahold of yourself, for not knowing your place and being so demanding. You can't help it, and both of you know it...self control is beyond you...lust is now central to your very nature. And that's how she finds a name for you.

Lust.

It clicks, deep inside your inhuman soul. More than the name you've known all your life. True names resonate in the psyche of demons...and parts of demons. And it fits the new you so very well. Of course, to the world you'll a nameless object of desire that will no doubt be called all *sorts* of dirty things. That is, as soon as your host finishes *adjusting* you, so you're comfy and restrained so as not tent her outfit.

And so you finally find yourself leaving the room...as the lewd bulge of a horny sex demoness on the prowl. She shares a glance of what you're leaving behind; Your old life and whatever future you would have made for yourself is literally jizz stains on the walls. You're both humiliated and...smug...for a cock loves leaving it's mark, after all. And you have a bright future ahead of you, leaving your mark in all *sorts* of places. You throb and drool in anticipation, as your eternity as Lust begins.