Susan was your average paper pusher. A hard working office lady who spent most of her days by her desk finishing up paperwork and preparing schedules for her superiors. To most eyes, she was the ideal to look up to, a perfectionist through and through. Many of the men in the office had even asked her out on dates but she’d turned them all down, even skipping out on company dinners to celebrate deals she’d manage to cobble together for the good of them all. Her colleagues could understand though, she was in a tough position and hard workers deserved a good break in life.
But behind the sincere smile and dignified way she carried herself, there lurked an alternate persona she’d reserved for special occasions and her after-work orgies. Yes, she was a raging nymphomaniac, supposedly ‘suffering’ from a psychological condition that kept her sex drive constantly tuned up to eleven. From young, she’d learned how to control and tamper her urges, if only to save face from others, especially when she’d graduated from college and needed to make a living for herself.
But when no one knew better, Suzy took center stage, Susan’s other self she would let run wild whenever she got off work or had the weekends off.A popular face in the red light district, Suzy would take as many men as she could possibly handle to bed each night. And with her limited availability, she had no trouble rounding up the studs who’d keep her aching body well pleasured all the way into the morning.
The following day she’d usually be barraged by worry from her colleagues regarding her unusual limping or the way she clutched at her stinging sides. Telling them all nothing was wrong at all before going her merry way. She sometimes wondered what they’d think if they knew there real causes behind her pains and the imaginary looks of disgust and lust on their faces only served to ignite the Suzy within her.
Although she barely slept a wink ever since entering adulthood as an office slave, Susan had never once felt tired, constantly swapping between work and sex everyday. Never one to worry about her health though, she’d simply brushed it aside, thinking it was probably better for things to stay this way. She got to work a job and enjoy the pleasures of sex come night and still keep going.
That is, until one day a crowd had gathered in the office around the still body of Susan, splayed out on the floor as she fell mid-way during a conference. The stress to her body had gone unnoticed and she’d paid the price for it.
Though this wouldn’t necessarily be the end for Susan, as her physical form expired, an otherworldly force had other ideas in store. Her tainted soul being an excellent addition to its evil machinations that just might be the thing to finally rid itself of the potential pesk it had been trying to dispose of for years.
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Elsewhere in the void of space-time, an alternate version of Earth existed in solemn space, its people living in a medieval time with other fantasy beings and creatures to contend with. One such inhabitant of this world was Alexi, a gallant knight who had made a name for himself slaying beast after beast across the land as he travelled forth on a quest to end the current Demon King’s reign.
Unlike the other nobles and knights, Alexi had a compassionate heart for the regular masses and other peoples that inhabited the planet. Seeing everyone in an equal light and even treating the more sentient monster races with respect as if he were talking to a fellow human. It made sense to them why he’d been chosen to be the one to take down the newest iteration of the Demon King who’d risen to power recently. Although others had belittled him for his mixed bloodline, he showed no aggression towards them.
While the ordinary orcs and dragons that the people considered to be dangerous threats were already dangerous enough on their own to face even in a group, Alexi had gone up against creatures that were literally out-of-this-world. From massive canine beasts that sported weirdly organic armor that had glowing lines carved into them to parasitic spore like creatures that were immune to almost everything besides fire.
The Demon King was rumoured to have dabbled in ancient sorceries long forgotten, giving him the ability to pull creatures from other worlds and summon them by his side, alongside other gastly abilities like raising the souls of long dead individuals to being able to warp any matter at hand to whatever he desired. Judging by what he’d seen so far though, he suspected those rumours to be more truth than fiction.
Alexi however, would soon be at the receiving end of the King’s arcane powers. Unbeknownst to him, he’d found an unwitting element to use in a new spell of his that he’d spent the passing months perfecting. If direct methods wouldn’t work against his foe then perhaps a hex would do it, and no ordinary one either. A special spell for a special someone, it was so fitting!
Within his research chambers, the Demon King stood tall in front of a large black mirror, observing Alexi, currently trudging his way through a forest alone with his longsword in hand. His new spell required the user to vividly recall their target in order for the long range to work but in his case, he had no issue with that. That obnoxiously young and arrogant face framed by striking purple hair had been seared into memory, there was no way he’d forget that face. But he couldn’t leave things to chance, using the Oculi Mirror provided a clear view of his target, and therefore insurance, if things somehow went wrong. There was too much at stake here to lose.
Reciting the words, the King couldn’t help but let his joy loose, his cracked lips forming into a twisted smile as the spell began to take effect. That ‘special ingredient’ of his being funneled through the air and straight into the foul miasma currently being concentrated into an invisible ball of energy in the middle of the room, glowing a wicked pink before dissipating entirely…it was done, now all that remained was to sit back, and watch the show. Even he wasn’t sure what would happen to the poor knight…this time he’d succeed in removing that stain off the face of his world for good.
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Alexi sighed as he felt the cool morning wind blow past his face, sending purple locks of hair flying as he continued trudging down the brush, his heavy armor clanking with every step. He glanced down at the dull grey metal plate armor with a sigh, he’d been meaning to find a replacement set that was just as good but so far nothing had come up, he didn’t dislike the defensive power it offered but he’d heard word of a new nickname being passed round.
Something shining and heroic would’ve been preferable over the dull grey heavy set of armor he lugged around but the many times it saved him from a near fatal hit more than made up for it. At the very least it had those golden highlights to contrast with the darkness of it.
His mind occupied in the serene forest, the unwitting knight feels a chill run down his spine as an invisible sphere falls from the sky above, zipping past the tree tops and straight into the waiting body of the knight as he unsheathes his sword, head whipping round, looking for the thing that had set off his fight-or-flight response. Something he hadn’t felt in years since the first time he’d faced down a Garm pack, not knowing that whatever had just entered him was arguably much worse than fighting monsters.
Toppling forward onto his knees as a wave of nausea crashes over him, Alexi’s sword falls to the ground beside him as he clutches at his chest, a burning pain coursing through his body. Was it something he ate? A Treant casting toxin magics? Whatever it was, Alexi had never felt it before. Alongside the massive physical pain, he could feel something pulsing inside of him, another presence that reeked of negativity and pure evil, this wasn’t poison, it was magic.
Looking down, Alexi’s pained eyes twisted into a frown as he saw his prized armor warping and bending alongside his own flesh, the skin twisting and churning, becoming soft and hairless as his undershirt began to mesh with his dwindling armor, rapidly exposing his changing body to the elements all while the sounds of snapping bone and shifting flesh resound around Alexi as he groaned, the knight left paralyzed by both the intense pain and the fact that his body wouldn’t respond to him.
As he continued to watch his body chang, long strands of purple begin to fall across his vision, unusually long and silkier than he was used to as he noticed the arrange neatly into a nice bob cut frame, his now exposed back itching as his shoulder length mop of hair began to grow wildly downwards, reaching his thickening rear as he grunted in discomfort. Alexi had begun to suspect he knew what this spell was doing to him but it couldn’t be what he thought it was now could it? Was it even possible?
But as he saw the shifting metal that was his former chestplate warp itself into a pseudo top meant for women and his own chest inflating to fill the vacant spots, his own voice beginning to come out with an extra feminine pitch to it. He felt a cold pit widen in his belly, mistaking the newly formed womb nestled snugly in his now soft and toned belly for dread as his fear came true:
He was turning into a woman.
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Back at the Demon King’s castle, roaring laughter echoed down the halls as monster and demon alike gawked and bickered amongst each other. Never before had laughter rang in these darkened halls and hearing their lord of all people being the one to emit those obnoxious noises was alarming. Had he fallen ill? Gone insane after all those attempts on that ‘Chosen Knight’? His attendants and other curious demons began to crowd outside the entrance to the research chambers, worried sick for their lord.
In truth however, the King had never felt more alive than he was at that very moment as he had his eyes glued to the mirror in front of him, absorbing and memorizing every detail playing out in the scene.
He’d never thought he’d see the day where the great hero Alexi would be grovelling on his knees in pain but here it was. He knew pulling that lost soul from another dimension was the right choice for his hex! The amount of lust and profane memories overflowing from that tainted being was like a star in the darkness as he searched for the core that would function in his infernal creation. The idea had come to him while he was in the midst of converting ash into darksteel for use in his furnaces. If he couldn't remove the thorn in his side by force, then maybe he could shape that thorn into something more useful.
Another laugh rumbled through the castle walls once more as he watched the humiliated hero crumple back onto his knees in the midst of his attempts to rise to his feet with a girly shriek of arousal, his now slender arms diving down between in between his plump thighs, brushing past the loincloth that served as terrible cover at keeping his new privates hidden, his formerly well endowed member shooting back into the gaping slit that had devoured his, or rather her, useless testicles seconds earlier. Even he couldn’t recognize the buxom damsel before him, at best maybe a distant relative of Alexi if it weren’t for the signature purple hair she sported, a stray strand of cloth crawling down the silky mane and tying it neatly at the end.
The Demon King raised an eyebrow at this as he observed the rest of the shifting mass solidify into a revealing set of worthless armor that did more to objectify its wearer than serve as reliable protection, mimicking women’s underwear but weirdly missing the crotch piece. He had no control over what the Transmog Hex, as he now called it, would do while it transformed its target into the casters desired result, the effect and transformations handled directly by the catalyst that would serve as a control core of sorts. He’d made a mental note to be careful with future choices for the catalyst, as unpredictable as it was, he didn’t want an entirely new thorn in his side to deal with.
A loud moan snapped the King away from his thoughts as he turned his head back to the mirror, a tent beginning to rise in his gown as he watched the newly formed babe attempt to rise to her feet, shivering gloved arms struggling to grasp hold of the now oversized sword she was using as a crutch. Her lovely face twisted in concentration as her shaky knees began to buckle in reaction to whatever was going on between her legs. The Demon King sneered as he watched her give in to temptation, spouting foreign words he’d never heard of before as she fell back onto her ass, a stray hand digging feverishly into the dripping slit below as her other roamed across her body, stroking sensitive skin and teasing her plump assets as she undid the metal top, letting it clatter to the forest floor.
The same speculative frown from earlier returned as the triumphant Demon King rubbed away at his chin. Alexi was the type to speak politely in proper English, always careful to use the proper terms when addressing those with important positions. Even alone, he’d never once broken character as he’d spied on him. Besides the use of that curious word ‘Fuck’, he almost couldn’t believe it when he’d heard the former knight begin to beg for someone to penetrate her as he watched gloves come flying off, his number two imagining itself being fondled by those delicate digits that rapidly descended back into her sputtering folds.
Scoffing, the satisfied King waved his hand dismissively, the mirror returning to its blackened state as he rose to his feet. He would need time to perfect the Transmog Hex if he’d wanted it to remain controllable and become cost-effective. After all, what King would allow his subjects to run rampant beneath him? With Alexi effectively eliminated from the picture, it was only a matter of time before the land fell under the waves of his unstoppable armies. He cared little for what happened next as the rogue catalyst continued to play with its host. But the throbbing rod between his legs needed some tending to.
The King strode confidently out of the research chambers much to the relaxation of his attendants and subordinates, making way for their lord as he called for the Succubi to meet him in his bedchambers. A victory like this called for proper celebration.
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As the sun began to set over the horizon, Alexi laid sprawled out on the ground, idly scratching away at her tingling pussy as her other hand remained above her massive bosom, rising and falling with each heavy breath as she tweaked her right breast, her mind in a daze as she struggled to think past the heavy haze of arousal that currently clouded her mind. Muttering every so often as her mouth rambled on its own, spilling out obscene words and demands for sexual services to satisfy her ‘needs’.
She could feel whatever was responsible for this at the back of her mind, a throbbing ache that radiated lustful desires that permeated her brain and body with each pulse. Already she had lost control of her limbs and her mouth was nothing more than a vessel for the malignant tumour in her mind to vocalize its thoughts out loud. She had no idea what ‘tatas’ or ‘hunky studs’ were but she wouldn’t stand for this humiliation any further. The nearest village was only a short walk away, if she could just get control back, she could find the local druid and get him to-fuck her raw with that big, thick rod of his she remembered clearly. That would totally solve her arousal problems for sure. Those words sounded off for a bit but Alexi shook her head, it was probably the other voice in her head spouting all that nonsense and clouding her judgement. She just had to get to the Druid and everything would be back to normal.
Gathering up her remaining willpower to get back onto her feet, Alexi stumbled forward on her longer feet, shaking off the armor clinging loosely to her calves as she made her way back in the direction she’d come from. Gazing upwards wearily at the setting sun, it was unwise to be wandering around defenseless after dark, for mon-roving bandits would surely lay claim to her, undressing her and using her as they saw fit. God, it just got her itching to again just thinking about it.
As Alexi continued to run, her body began to undergo further changes all while her mind continued to dull itself with obscene thoughts . Her hair bleached itself a dirty platinum blonde while steadily restyling themselves as a chocolate brown tan spread itself across her sweaty body, muscle beginning to fade as her body shrunk down in height, leaving her looking more like a teenager than a grown woman.
Eventually, Alexi’s run slowed to a crawl as she began to pant heavily, not in exhaustion but in renewed arousal as she collapsed down by a tree. She could see the torches carried by the local garrison of knights but she just couldn’t take one step more. Glancing downwards with dazed eyes, Alexi breathed heavily as she saw her darkened skin and slimmer build, but instead of worrying about the loss of her-ugly muscles and boring purple hair, she smiled as she giddily imagined how good her skin would look with abit of oil lathered across it, or how it would contrast when men finished all over her.
Without hesitation, Alexi’s hands plunged back down between her legs as she moaned out loud, all restraints gone as the presence in her mind began to grow bolder, its sweet voice beginning to make more sense to her as she lost herself further with each flick of her dexterous fingers. Forgetting her knightly vows in favour of the carnal pleasures of sex as she swam in the voice’s sweet venom.
This time though, weird changes accompanied the ones already ailing the former knight as spots of black fur began to grow, coating her forearms, calves and the neck in a nice warm layer. Stranger still were the snapping sounds of bone as her arms and feet reshaped into paws tipped with vicious claws, her moans escalating into joyous cries as they poked and probed away at her insides with their added length.
Soon, Alexi’s body no longer resembled that of an ordinary human, instead looking more like those of the Beastkin that inhabited the lush forests on the Western side of the continent. Alexi had come from a family of mixed blood but had been born with a majority of his predecessors traits missing, something the presence within her exploited as her body became increasingly easy to manipulate, rebuilding Alexi’s DNA structure and strengthening primal urges was as easy as taking candy from a child at this point as her ears sharpened to a point, her eyes glowing a vibrant purple as her pupils shrunk into sharp elliptical ones as the presence within finally rids itself of Alexi’s resistance, taking over completely.
With a final poke of her claws, the beast girl tossed her head upwards with an ecstatic cry as she sent an impressive stream of fluids jetting off across the forest floor, her mane of hair flying as it finished tying itself into intimidating twintails that mimicked beastial ears as they stuck out on either side of her head, her once silky and well kept head of hair had turned unruly and spiked, no doubt thanks to the Beastkin blood overtaking her.
Sighing in relief, she falls back against the tree for support as she absentmindedly continues to pinch away at her itching clit, her purple eyes gaze upwards to the stars above. She’d never seen a sky this clear before back on Earth, most of her time was spent indoors smothered by men, their sneering faces and the blank walls were all she could see. Susan had remained somewhat aware of her use as catalyst but until she’d gained this host body, she never could quite make sense of her current situation. Now with Alexi silenced and his body all hers for the taking? She could remember everything vividly; from her life as Susan to her unfortunate and sudden demise in the office, it was a pathetic way to go.
She had no clue where she was but from Alexi’s memories still fresh in mind, she giggled at the idea of living out another life as some fantasy being in a medieval world where its people had no idea what a ‘Stud’ was or what ‘Bondage Play’ was. It reminded her of those shows she considered stupid and immature, where the main character would end up dying before being transported or reborn in another world. She whispered a silent thank you to whatever being had given her this body, not aware that her saviour was the Demon King himself.
But even now as she looked upon her new form, she realized she never could escape from a life of debauchery and carnal pleasure. Her overly sexualized body and furry appendages only flooded her mind with ways to utilize them in conjunction with her impressive knowledge on sexual activity in this new world.
Sure, the physical condition that plagued her back then had vanished, but after tasting how good sex could be when done right, she’d never wanted to go back. So what if the world had lost its greatest chance at fighting back against the Demon King? This was her body now, and Sarah wasn’t going to let some old Druid or anyone else take that away from her.
Susan’s long ears began to twitch as she picked up the increasing din of clanking armour approaching her as the enticing scent of men began to waft towards her, the sounds of her sexual self-ministrations must’ve attracted one or two of the local guards. According to her host memories, Alexi had been trying to get the town self-sustaining and ready for attacks, getting a volunteer group of well trained men up and ready before he’d left. That meant they had to have good physiques and stamina enough to satisfy her through the night!
Wiping the smirk off her face, Susan began to crawl on all fours around the tree trunk, revealing herself to the two stunned knights, expecting to face a Succubus or other monster mimicking the sounds of a woman in heat, they weren’t expecting to find a nubile young Catgirl Beastkin rolling around on her back as she spread her curvy legs wide in front of them to reveal her dripping wet slit, the sight of her thin pink lips twitching in need only pitched their tents even higher.
“You two will do just fine nya! Won’t you help a girl in need?”
For her first time speaking in their native language, she’d done pretty well. Although she’d need to get used to her voice. That high pitched tone and childish alto had its uses but most men wouldn’t take her seriously at all. The two knights staring her down though, had their underwear in a knot as they did a double-take at her act.
She giggled mischievously at their reactions. Just looking at how flustered the men were told her they were virgins. With the sounds of clanking armor, the men stripped themselves bare as they approached the eager slut, licking her lips as she eyed their throbbing members. She was going to have a field day with her first batch of boy toys!
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A few days had passed since Alexi was last seen entering the forest off to the edge of the little hamlet that bordered the Demon Continent. Initially, the people had passed it off as a minor thing; maybe he was having some trouble with a powerful monster? It wouldn’t be the first time he’d stayed away from civilization for days on end after all.
But as those days turned to weeks, and eventually months. The fear that Alexi had met a terrible end somewhere out there in the wild had started to become common knowledge amongst the many holds and towns across civilized land. Although the nobles and other knights jealous of his name were joyous, the majority had wept at the news of Alexi’s passing, fearing for the coming days without the Hero there to stop the Demon King and his armies.
In some twisted form of divine reckoning however, rumour had begun to spread that high ranking officials and important figures in the Empire’s army had been cursed to a fate worse than death. A fitting fate, the common folk had agreed, almost as if it was divine punishment handed down by the gods themselves for celebrating the Hero’s passing.
If only they knew what had actually happened to the rotten individuals afflicted by the supposed curse. The Governor of the capital city for instance, had ‘vanished’ one night, the distraught wife awakening to the sounds of a buxom elven babe masturbating feverishly by her side where the young man had once slept. Despite her protests over the loss of her former husband, the knights had tossed the elven whore out into the Lower Districts where she now served as another lay for men all over to use as they pleased.
Over the coming days, similar cases would begin to occur throughout the world as well known people, both kind hearted and corrupt alike, were altered into twisted caricatures of their former selves with no memories of their former selves.
One of these had been Diana the Wall, famed for her herculean strength and impenetrable armour, had changed right in the middle of a fierce battle, the resulting Imp turning on her former comrades and giving the demons an edge in battle. Before the fighting had even settled, she'd been taken from behind by the commander of the demonic army right then and there, pronouncing the newly christened Liliana his loving wife as the two made love in the literal heat of battle.
Another had been Rolando, an infamous politician who’d used his wits and underhanded tactics to win political battles between family and rivals alike. It had been during a meeting with a leader of another nation when the transformation had begun, the overweight man changing into a savage female Hellhound before violently ending the meetup as she took off with the commander in tow. The soldiers from both nations would find him the next day, naked and wrung dry by the castle entrance with thin claw marks all over his bruised body, reeking of wet dog fur. Soon after, the people in the nearby towns would come under constant assault at night by the hungry wolf, pouncing on unsuspecting men and women alike and ravishing them with love.
While the world seemed to boil over with turmoil and unrest as the Demon King and his armies marched forward to victory. Entertainment houses like brothels and bars seemed to be on the rise in demand as weary souls flocked to the houses of sin for rest. It had all started with a special Feline Beastkin, the voracious minx had seemed to be your ordinary sex worker until she’d shown her aptitude for the carnal arts. Making use of her unique body and skills to make a name for herself.
It wasn’t long till Sucey had become a well known name both men and women would die to be with, literally. Unlike other Felines, Sucey’s claws had the ability to produce a potent aphrodisiac, the bright purple substance instantly inducing orgasms in whoever came into contact with it.
And if that weren’t enough, Sucey’s extraordinary skills in bed and how she would use her body to bring pleasure to all had revolutionized the industry alongside her unique inventions; from a tool that simulated a thrusting member to a tentacle infested suit that would pleasure its wearer, something she constantly wore day in and out. It had gotten to the point where women all over would flock to the brothel she offered her services at, asking to be taken under her wing as their mentor. She wasn’t complaining though, always eager to welcome a new member into her own growing harem of women.
As the Demon King’s armies marched over the lands unimpeded and clashed with the rest of civilization, Susan and the rest of her ilk lived in unending pleasure, ignorant of the world burning around them…
THE END