This story contains sex between men and women, women and women, men and men, and supernatural creatures and humans; all of whom are over the age of eighteen.
A special editor thank you goes out to kenjisato.
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I was back in the bar, and the orgy raged around me, but instead of participating, I was standing to the side watching. As I looked around, I caught my reflection in the mirror—it was me, the Incubus-me. I smiled, and then he smiled. My brows furrowed, he shouldn't be on a delay. I walked closer for a better look, and when I did, Incubus-me stepped out of the mirror.
"Holy shit," I said, as we stared at each other.
"It's weird, right," he said. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to need a drink, you?" Again, I nodded.
As he worked, I realized it was a dream, so I took the opportunity to look at him. He was taller than me, about six-one, and he was more muscular than me; he reminded me of a popular wrestler on TV. He had a beard, which was different from the last dream, and his hair was on his shoulders, another difference. His t-shirt and jeans were form-fitting and showed off his assets, every last one of them. His cock bulged from his pants leaving no doubt he was well-hung. He was everything I'd always wanted to be.
My gaze left the incubus and found the mirror again, I almost cried. This time, in the mirror, was the me from two days prior, before any of the transformations. Short, thin, balding, and acne everywhere. I was wearing a baggy t-shirt from a band I liked, and a pair of jogging pants I had to keep pulling up.
"Here you go. So, what're we doing here?"
"I was hoping you could tell me."
"I can answer that," a voice said, next to me.
We looked around and found... myself. Not the Incubus-me, but the me from the night before, from after the bar and the transformations. We looked like some weird time-lapse video. I was the me in the past, the new me was the me now, and the Incubus-me was after the ritual.
"This is starting to make my head hurt," I said. "Do you have names? We can't call each other Alex all night."
"Since this is your dream, you could. Although, I doubt we'll be here all night, but you can call me Incubus."
The other me shrugged, "I guess since I'm one who chooses not to participate, you can call me Human."
He held out his arms and spun around, as if he knew I would want to look. I did. He was as I remembered being after the bar. Taller than me, about five-seven, and more muscular than me, but then who wasn't, his skin was clear and his head was full of hair.
"Why're you here?" I asked. "Why are either of you here?"
Incubus asked Human if he wanted a drink, Human said yes and I was glad I hadn't become an asshole. As Incubus began working again, Human said, "We're here to give you a visual of your choices. He's what you'll become if you choose to become like Mom."
I looked back and Incubus had changed. No longer was he in his t-shirt and jeans, but in a three-piece suit. He had also shaved and cut his hair until he looked like he was cosplaying as James Bond.
"What the fuck?!"
He shrugged. "I have the power to change my appearance."
I looked back at Human, and he smiled, "Same old me."
"So, you have no powers at all?"
"Not in the way that he does, but the residue is still there. I can't control it, but people flirt with me all the time, and anywhere I go I'm seen as a leader. It's a good life."
"So, I graduate college?"
"At the top of your class. After I turned down the ritual, I realized I needed to buckle down, which I did. It helped that I started dating and getting laid. For some, that would've been a reason to slack off, but for me, it provided motivation. I took that drive and graduated early, got a good job, got married to an amazing woman, and had a couple of kids. Because of my choosing to be human, they grew up normal and not half-demons as we did. They're very popular though, so they may have gotten something from me. As I said, it's a good life."
I looked back at Incubus. "What about you?"
He smiled. "I'm an entertainer. I travel the world bringing joy to the faces of all those I interact with. I never stay in one place for long and I fuck like it's my calling. I still see Mom and Beth, and sometimes we do shows together. The only thing that'd make it better is if I had a big thick cock. Oh wait, I do." He opened his pants and pulled out a tube of meat. "He's nine inches long, and thick enough to make most people drool at the sight. It's a great life."
I shook my head and realized that Incubus had a competitive side. Either that, or he was jealous of Human's life. I glanced at Human and he shrugged. "I don't know what to choose," I said.
Human smiled and hugged me. As he did, I felt warm and he disappeared. I looked in the mirror to find I was him and the old me was gone. I glanced at Incubus, now nude and making out with a tall, younger version of Mom. He winked and suddenly I was him.
"Big brother, I love the new look," the succubus Beth said.
My qualms about choosing left my mind, as my gorgeous sister dropped to her knees and sucked me into her mouth. I leaned back, and in true-dream logic, my leaning back moved us to the top of the bar, with Beth's dripping pussy hovering over me. As her head bobbed up and down on my shaft, her opening descended to my eager tongue. I could feel Beth moan, as I lapped her tasty little twat like a thirsty dog; then, quicker than I wanted, we were cumming.
I snapped awake and pushed the blanket off of me, as I finished on my stomach. Frustrated, I didn't even wipe myself off until I got in the shower and began my normal routine. I stopped as my hand began sending signals to my brain saying this wasn't the body I was use to. As I explored, I found I had more hair, and that I was taller, and had muscles where none had been before, and when I looked down, I found my cock was thicker and bigger than it had ever been in my life.
The day before, I had a baby dick, but the morning after the bar, he hung at least five inches and was as thick as a roll of silver dollars. It hadn't been a dream, it had been real, as I touched myself. For a long twenty minutes, I was ecstatic to wash and feel my new body. When I got out, I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed. What I saw made me want to jump for joy. I wasn't staring at the me I'd lived with all my life, I was staring at the me from the night before.
I tried to get dressed, but my clothes had shrunk. No, they didn't shrink, I'd grown. It was Ratchet's pussy all over again. After digging for five minutes, I found a pair of what was once baggy clothes and put them on. They weren't skin tight, but they left little to the imagination. I raced down through the house, as I searched for Mom. I found her and Beth in the kitchen talking.
They stopped when I entered and Beth's eyes grew wide when she saw me. "Oh my God, Alex, what happened to you?"
I held out my arms and said, "It was all true. This is the new me. Look, my dick is even bigger."
Beth held up her hand, as I pushed my pants down far enough for my cock to flop out. "Oh my God, Alex, what're you doing?!"
"I'm showing you that everything Mom said was real. You've got to try this Beth, it feels amazing and the results are nothing less than miraculous."
"I told you, I'm not fucking my brother, no matter what it does to me."
Mom rolled her eyes as she reached for me. I got hard as her hands slid over my body. "You need to listen better. Having sex with Alex, while enjoyable, won't change you. You need to have sex with a human for that."
