I clamped my mouth shut, however, determined not to let any of those worries out. It was what I had dreamed of, what I fantasised about, what every waking moment where I was not distracted was consumed by. If it had dominated my thoughts to such an extreme extent, it was real, it was what I wanted. My friends, perhaps, would wonder what had happened to me, but my connections to the social aspect of the world around me seemed faded and weak, as if they were already drifting away.
Maybe, even then, I was coming to accept the terms of the new life that I had plunged into headfirst, everything happening so quickly that I had hardly had a chance to draw a full, knowing breath, taking the time to consider everything that I had asked of the succubus.
My dress was hard to get down my legs, but, frankly, it wasn't staying in place, not as my feet bloomed, too big to my shoves, making me kick and wiggle them off before my cock feet got stuck in them. At least the dress was down halfway already, at my hips, so I only had to shove my wiggling cock fingers down the front to hitch it over my hips, from which point it could slide down more easily. I was only glad that I hadn't chosen that day to cover my skin with tights or similar, though the thought of my cock legs bursting through like fat sausages too plump for their skins was alluring too.
If I didn't fit in my clothes anymore, even in my transformed state...what would that make me? If my body was no longer suited for clothes, if I could no longer even be recognised as Gale? I trembled and moaned, but another orgasm distracted me. I didn't even know which cock it was that spurted that time, grunting and groaning, losing myself in the erotic pulse, the twitch and the ache rippling through desperately.
Every throb claimed my attention more and more, moaning loudly, kicking weakly, though I only managed to just about kick the dress off entirely due to the slow transformation of my legs. Maybe they took a lot of energy to transform? Oh, but it didn't matter, not as I grunted and groaned. I didn't need to know the specifics behind it and it both horrified and blossomed through me at the notion that I would not need to know because I was going to be nothing more than a climaxing blob of genitalia.
Soon. Very soon.
I only had to consider that, only that. The end goal, the feel of my shoes kicked off, flung off in other directions, though I didn't care where they ended up. There was not enough mass in my legs, as they were, for the transforming cocks, though I leaned back against a chair that I hadn't noticed before, moaning. My underwear was still in place, though that was all the least of my worries. The succubus must have seen worse than me before, much worse, but I was not worried, not in the slightest, not about my nudity.
Where my legs were going, however... That was another question. I whimpered and wiggled my legs, shuddering through yet another orgasm, though sometimes it was hard to tell if the climaxes had progressed to my pussy or not, or if it was just the cocks, the many, many cocks. The dick nipples were just as active, cum slickly sliding and dripping down my tits as they ejaculated, though I could only assume that the balls for those were located within my actual breasts. It was the easiest thing that would make sense there, where they were able to direct seed to my cocks, but I thought that there might have been some even more sensitive patches on my breasts as a direct result of that.
That was hot... That made me want to rub my dick fingers over my tits even more, though it was kind of like using tentacles to caress my body -- tentacles without muscles or even bones in them. I couldn't direct them very well, even if there was still a bone in my arm and my usual muscles, though I moaned, leaning into it, the sensation, seeking out the sensitive spots. Sometimes I managed to brush them and other times I missed, but there was pleasure there, grunting, panting heavily.
The weight in my legs grew and grew, passionately bulging a kind of slow-burn transformation. But I liked it being slow. It wouldn't have been as fun for me, possibly, if it had been quick and sharp, a snap of the fingers and, bam, I'm transformed. I wanted to feel everything, to wiggle my toes, even as I panted heavily, watching my bare feet recede.
Together, my toes pressed, leaving me with an odd sensation of my feet becoming something like mittens, but it was not clear, not even then, what they were. Would my feet become cocks separate to my legs? The not knowing was as enticing as the transformation itself, panting and whimpering, letting sensation after sensation wash over me.
My skin prickled and tingled, but it was not straight-up arousal that time, not when it came down my legs. There was a pulling sensation as my legs filled out, my thighs larger than they had been, but there was no longer an obvious joint for my knee and my calves had to get bigger too, along with my ankles. I wanted to see more, though I felt so weak that all I could do was slump back against the chair, vaguely trying to hold myself up with my head skewed off to the side, restricted by the changings of my very own body.
But sensation... That was something that I could feel. That was something that I could lean into, my toes gone, the flatter, equine-shaped cock tip aching and dropping. I was shocked to find it drooling even then and jerked my cock leg back and forth, wiggling it in the air. It didn't help me come to terms with anything as much as I had hoped it would, but that was by the by, especially as I grunted and groaned, leaning back.
My buttocks too... I had felt the flesh shivering and rippling, but it was hard for my mind to jump all over the place from one sensation to another as my buttocks filled out. It was as if they were just becoming fatter, at first, though they rounded out, squashing, filling out with cum. The transformation was different there as the substance was used from my own rump to make them larger and fuller, aching with need to cum, though they separated too. For I could not have one ball for each cheek, surely, when I had two leg cocks, no. I needed two big, squashy balls, feeling the pressure of them on the floor, for each buttock, whimpering as I shook my head, heaving for breath at how soft and warm they were to sit on.
Oddly comfortable. In a strange way.
The skin tightened, blossoming with hot rises of flesh, cum pooling at the tips of my new cocks. They were the biggest ones, of course, on my entire body, though I wondered if the succubus would be bold enough to make any larger cocks on my body too. My arms, of course, had not been transformed yet and my fantasy did not include having joints in my arms, just giant, throbbing horse cocks that were constantly spilling cum. Orgasm would become my new reality, nothing other than swathe after swather of pleasure flowing through me. There would be ebbs and flows to it, of course, but there would never be a nullification of it, perhaps even seeking out greater and greater highs in the passion of it all.
It wouldn't be up to me. I loved that. I still do.
The succubus, however, was not idle. Of course, her attention was mostly taken up by my legs, though she focused on other parts of me too. My arms had come to my attention and, now, to hers too, shrinking slowly, so slowly that, at first, I didn't realise what was happening to them as a sense of weakness swam over me. I was still forced to keep my arms up from the breasts that had formed uncomfortably and awkwardly, reminding me constantly of their presence, under my arms, but they were something different. The notion of no longer having arms sent a rippling shudder through me, something clawing at the pit of my stomach. And yet I longed for the further transformations, so much more that my head spun and ached, passion flooding me, pulsing through.
"Ohhhhh..."
That was probably my longest, most drawn-out moan yet, sitting upright only by the good grace of the chair to my back. It was good though, so good, feeling my arms shrinking more and more, heartbeat by heartbeat. I needed it, ached for it, panted for it. Hell, I was no better than a demon myself, perhaps a more twisted demon of lust, but I didn't deserve to be exulted in that way. I was just a slut, a whore for my fantasies, everything becoming dirtier and more twisted by the moment.
Fear trembled through me as my arms shrank. I'd thought that they would end up covered in breasts, maybe even cocks too, but they pulled up higher and higher, commanding my attention. I whined plaintively, shifting my weight, but they shrank and shrank, bulging into huge breasts. The flesh of them swelled out, glistening with cum already as my cock fingers erupted once again, painting my own body in their cream.
They itched, strangely, though the succubus clearly did not think they were big enough yet, not as they plumped out further, bigger than the breasts on my chest, jostling as I shuddered until they twitched up to a size that had to be as large as my head. It was hard to think of it as anything else, my judgement on such things pushed off to the side, even as little bulges pressed forth from the flesh.
