Succubated!

“What was that?” Una sat upright in bed, blinking away post-coital drowsiness. She’d felt it again: a sensation of something happening, a tug, just as she had on Susan’s rooftop. Is it Maria again? This time, she had no sense of direction or where the feeling originated.

“Something wrong?” John appeared from the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist. Water ran down his bare chest, glistening in rivulets.

“I don’t know.” Una sighed and collapsed backwards. “Just an odd feeling… I’m worried about Maria.”

John hopped up onto the bed and rested a hand on her thigh. “Tonight, I just want to—” Abruptly, the big priest stiffened and frowned. “Oof. I don’t feel so good.”

Una rose onto her knees as John hunched over on the bed, clutching his belly. “What is it? John? John!”

With growing horror, Una saw he looked drawn and withered, as if something was draining life from him. John curled on the bed, his frame seeming to contract in discomfort.

“No, no…” Una placed her hands on him, tried to will the changes back, but they refused to stop. She couldn’t sense any movement of energy between them, or currents of desire. Whatever was happening to John was some external force, beyond her ability to control or alter. Maria, she thought with horror, this is like the vision I saw of Maria draining him. But how…?

John groaned and rolled onto his back. Sweat beaded his forehead, and even his limbs looked smaller now, as if his arms and legs were losing muscle mass. Muttering unintelligibly, he pawed between his legs. Una’s gut twisted when she saw what was happening there: John’s once impressive cock was shriveling, the veins and capillaries withdrawing into the thinning shaft. His testicles were shrinking too, reducing in size every second, and his scrotum was drawing tight against his body.

Una knew these kinds of changes. John was transforming into a woman.

She bit her lip and reached out to hold John’s hand. “Don’t be afraid,” she whispered, stroking his damp, short hair. “I’m here for you.” I have to do something more than this, she silently screamed at herself. Try to channel some power. But nothing within her or beyond her responded to her urge.

The man in the bed trembled and let out a low groan. His thighs twitched, already smooth and hairless, and his waist was visibly narrowing. With a groan, John rolled over again, burying his face in the mattress. Una felt his pulse quickening under her palm. Her lover’s buttocks were rounding out, swelling and softening as his hips widened. Una’s breath caught in her throat when John arched his back, thrusting his pelvis upward as his muscles spasmed. The smell of arousal, acrid and rich, filled the air as John’s labia split and plumped.

“Yael! Where are you, Yael!?” Una felt her emotions rising into panic and struggled to suppress them. Why can’t I fix this? Why don’t I know what to do? Hair spilled down over John’s shoulders in dark tight coils, and those shoulders had become sloping and feminine, with none of the priest’s former broad, masculine bulk. Una placed her hands on John’s head, trying to do something, anything.

“Oh God, Micki… Oh my God!” As the changing priest wailed, his voice pitched higher into a feminine register, hoarse with anguish. John reared up, and Una beheld the face of a young woman who could have been John’s sister: smooth-skinned and darkly beautiful, with full lips and a long, delicate nose. Only the eyes remained recognizably John’s, though their brown irises were set in a much wider, almond-shaped gaze. Una saw terror in those eyes, and that terror mirrored her own despair.

The new woman moaned, sitting up and displaying a pair of ample, pendulous breasts capped with thick, upturned nipples. Her hands traveled down her own body, and her fingers trembled as they brushed over her engorged pussy lips.

“Please, Micki… I’m burning up,” she said, and reached for Una with beseeching hands. “Make it stop. I’m going to explode.”

Una could only stare at her changed lover, the sweet soprano of her voice ringing in her ears. “I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, and reached out to touch the woman’s shoulder. A jolt of sensation shot through her, and she sensed something she’d overlooked: an intense welling of desire.

The transformed priest whimpered in frustration. “Micki, help me.” She grasped Una’s hand and placed it on her breast, gasping at the contact. “Please, touch me. I need you to touch me.” She crawled forward, pressing her breast into Una’s palm, urging her to squeeze the warm, pillowy mound.

Her mind reeled, suddenly awash in the knowledge of this woman’s new yearning. Could John have wanted this? Is it something I wanted? She shook her head in denial. John never seemed interested in womanhood or transformation of any kind. He just… wanted to be a good man.

John pulled Una’s hand downwards into her lap. “I need you,” she said. The woman’s cunt was sopping with moisture, and a thin sheen of perspiration covered her body. “I can feel things happening inside me. Now!”

Una’s throat was dry with shock, but she managed a nod and met the transformed woman’s eye. “Okay,” she said, her hand hovering above John’s nether lips. They looked slightly different from hers, or Susan’s, with delicate brown labia that curved in a horseshoe shape under a slender opening. John’s clitoris was prominent and swollen, and she gasped as Una’s fingertips made the slightest contact.

Her lover leaned back, spreading her thighs, and Una saw the glint of fluid trailing from John’s entrance. Una slid a finger inside, then two, and felt John’s velvety warmth envelop her. With the same urgency she’d already shown, John rocked her hips and fucked herself on Una’s digits.

“Yeah…. That’s it. More, put more in! Come on Micki, please!” John’s begging brought a flush to Una’s face. She inserted a third finger, and John cried out, grabbing Una’s wrist and pushing herself downward. Una’s fist popped into John, who let out a series of breathy grunts and sighs.

Uncertain but increasingly aroused, Una leaned forward and plunged her tongue into the woman’s mouth. She tasted of sex, salty and smoky and musky. John grabbed her hair and pushed Una’s face deeper into her kiss. As her lover’s lips devoured Una, she continued to ride Una’s arm. The intensity of John’s desire was intoxicating, and Una surrendered to it, giving in to her partner’s demands.

John’s body shook, her thighs clasped tight around Una’s arm, and she screamed into Una’s mouth as the orgasm broke. Una felt the tremors of her lover’s climax, and John’s slick heat clamped down on her, quivering and contracting as waves of pleasure swept through the transformed woman. Afterward, she clung to Una, her face buried against Una’s shoulder.

“Thank you… thank you,” John said. Her grip relaxed, and she released Una from her grasp. Una hugged her tight, unsure what to do next. Her mind was a whirlwind of muddled thoughts.

John let out a relaxed sigh, then pushed herself upright, hopping off the bed with a newfound bounce. “That was so intense, babe!” Her voice sounded different, with a lilt and a flutter of girlish excitement. “I just ruined my shower, but if we don’t get moving, we’re going to be late!”

Una didn’t know how to respond. As she watched, the newly transformed woman tiptoed over to the closet and pulled out a dress Una had never seen before: black, with a belt of rings and a plunging neckline. John lifted it over her head and let the fabric settle, draped over her curves. She spun around, grinning. “You like?”

Una looked around, uncertain. “John… where did you get that dress?” Something was off.

“John? Who’s John?” The woman laughed and opened a small gold purse Una was sure hadn’t been there earlier, extracting a tube of mascara and applying it to her lashes with practiced motions. “I’m Jessica, silly. I know we just met, but I was hoping you’d at least remember my name.” She gave Una a pout. “Are you going to get ready or what, Una? We have to get downstairs!”

Una rose cautiously and looked around the room. The serving cart with the dinner John had ordered was nowhere to be seen, and she was certain nobody else had entered the room. She pulled open the closet: her own blue gown hung from the rack, with her specially designed boots beneath it, but next to the boots sat a pair of silver pumps that Una could never fit over her hooves.

“I’m going to make a call,” Una announced, picking up her dress. Jessica was busy smoothing her hair with a brush and didn’t turn around. When Una reached the bedside table, she found no trace of her phone—or a hotel phone, or a wall jack.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Una’s skin prickled with sudden anxiety.

Jessica walked up behind her and kissed her on the shoulder. “What’s wrong, Una?” She hooked her arms around Una’s waist and squeezed. “Don’t be nervous. You look beautiful.”

Una turned and regarded the woman, who looked up at her with sparkling eyes and parted lips. Made up and accessorized with small silver earrings, Jessica could have been a model or a celebrity, and Una had to remind herself that this was John. A wave of doubt washed over her. Am I going crazy? Did I imagine John was here?

No. Gently disengaging Jessica’s arms, Una pushed past her, holding the cocktail dress in front of her like a shimmering blue towel. She went to the door and flung it open. Outside, the hotel hallway had disappeared; the door opened onto a high balcony, overlooking a nightclub crowded with revelers. Loud music throbbed from below, and lights flashed from the dance floor.

“Goddamit,” Una said. “Not again. Not this fucking dream again.”

Jessica pushed the door wider and stepped past Una out onto the balcony. She was wearing the silver pumps. “Get dressed, you goofball! We’ve had our fun, but now I’m on the prowl.” She held up one hand in a cute claw gesture and gave Una a toothy smile. “Rawr!”

***

“Are you guys sure this is what an Eiffel Tower is supposed to look like?” Maria crouched on all fours in the shower, dripping and freshly scrubbed, her breasts hanging like ripe fruit. Her new lovers stood on either side of her, taking up most of the space in the tiled enclosure. It was larger than a home shower stall, but an intimate squeeze for three.

“Oh yes,” said Xander. His cock bobbed in front of Maria at eye level, as she kneeled in front of him with water running down her back. “This is exactly right. Architectural.”

The other twin pressed his slippery cock against the curve of her hip, teasing her as his hand wandered down between her ass cheeks. Alex toyed with Maria’s lips from behind, spreading her and stroking the sensitive skin between her pussy and anus. “So structurally sound. Pillars the same height.” He kneaded one of her buttocks, squeezing and rubbing it with his big, meaty palms. “You ready?”

Maria let out a nervous chuckle, but she couldn’t deny the rush of pleasure she felt at the combined attention. “Sure,” she said. “Just go easy on me.”

The identical men squatted in unison, then picked her up, one on each side. Alex lifted her by her hips, while Xander held her shoulders, suspending her like a bridge at waist height. With her back arched, she could see both of their erect erections as she looked back and forth, with Xander’s closer to her face. She opened her mouth to take his tip between her lips, but Alex pushed her rear end upwards, angling her pussy towards his cock. The angle was uncomfortable, and Maria strained to maintain her balance between them, her muscles straining.

Xander helped by supporting her torso, allowing her to rest her weight on him while Alex guided his cock against her drenched pussy. After a few probes and near misses, he worked the head of his dick into her; she gasped as the girth spread her, sending a sharp ache through her core. Maria closed her eyes and leaned forward, burying her face against Xander’s chiseled abdomen.

“Too much for you?” The question came from Alex, rocking his hips behind her.

“No… no. Just keep going slowly,” she said, panting against Xander’s sixpack. Alex had placed Maria’s feet against the slippery wall behind him; with her knees bent, she had some leverage to push back against him. “It feels… damn good.”

In response, Alex moved deeper into her, his veiny shaft sliding through her tight tunnel inch by inch. She felt stuffed. She rocked her hips experimentally, groaning as he rubbed against her walls. Xander’s fingers stroked her hair, encouraging her to continue, while Alex’s powerful grip kept her supported.

I have another task, she thought through a haze of pleasure. Maria bent her head to take Xander’s cock into her mouth, closing her lips around it, relishing his taste. It had the exact musky flavor of the original Alexandros’, and the same shape as the cock that Alex’s was using to fill her from behind.

A tremor of pleasure radiated outward through her body as Alex worked deeper inside her. She tensed and felt her vaginal muscles grip him tighter. The effect was like a feedback loop: the more he filled her, the harder he got, and the more firmly she clasped him.

Xander’s dick leaked pre-cum into Maria’s mouth, and she savored the salty, sticky fluid, taking his head against the back of her throat. She swallowed and pulled away with a gasp, just in time to catch Xander’s eager expression as she looked up at him. He gazed down at her, the corners of his mouth turning up in a delighted grin.

“Good girl,” he said, and looked over at Alex.

“Yes,” the rear copy agreed, slowly pistoning in and out of Maria’s soaked pussy. “Very good girl. Do you like it?”

Maria had to work her mouth, but eventually she found words. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Keep going.” She craned her neck. “This is more like the World Trade Center, two towers. Are you sure this is an Eiffel Tower?”

The twins chuckled. “We will show you, my precious cocksucker,” Xander said, and pushed his dick insistently at her jaw. Obediently, she parted her lips to receive him, taking him in as far as he could go, until his pubic hair tickled her nose. She couldn’t see Alex anymore, but she felt him plunge deep into her, his cock touching a spot in her core that sent fresh sparks of pleasure through her.

Maria steadied herself against both sides of the shower room with her hands and feet. The two men were each moving in and out of her, keeping pace with each other as if choreographed. She moved with them, rocking and undulating as she rode their twin shafts, feeling tension grow in her like an approaching thunderstorm.

“Just like that,” Alex groaned, and Maria felt his fingers tighten around her hips. She moaned in reply, the sound muffled by Xander’s manhood as he drove against her throat. Each stroke of Alex’s cock was driving her closer to the edge of madness, filling her with an overwhelming feeling of bliss that almost frightened her in its intensity. Each thrust of Xander’s dick threatened to choke her despite her lack of gag reflex, but she forced herself to take him in as deeply as she could, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Nearly overwhelmed, she leaned her head to one side to look at the twins, even as Xander’s flesh kept pounding in and out of her, now at a slightly different angle. The two Alexandrites had fallen silent, and now she realized why. They had bent towards each other to form the spire of the tower, their hands supporting her, but their lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss. At the sight of their entwined tongues, Maria felt an explosion of pleasure deep inside her, radiating outwards in hot, powerful waves. She grunted and groaned against Xander’s cock, barely able to contain her own ecstasy.

Xander’s hand flew to the back of her head, pulling her against his crotch as he let out a low growl. They both began synchronized thrusts, pistoning in and out of her body in time, and she knew that neither man would last long. Her body slammed back and forth, compressed and then released, stretched and then pulled back, each cock filling her, each shaft seeking release. She could barely breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t speak, and all she wanted was to give herself up completely to the onslaught. She did.

Amid the chaos, Maria felt the pressure in her pushing backwards, towards her tailbone. Something was pulsing, something deep and urgent, a tingling that turned into a vibration.

“I’m going to come!” Alex shouted, and his fingers dug into Maria’s hips so hard that she knew she’d have bruises tomorrow.

“Me too!” Xander bellowed. His cock was throbbing, and his balls slapping against Maria’s chin with each thrust.

Maria screamed, her vocal cords vibrating against Xander’s cock like a megaphone. The tsunami of ecstasy crested and broke, her senses blurring together as a hot stream of fluid burst from her sex, splashing against Alex’s cock and balls. Her hands and feet slammed against the walls of the shower as she fought for balance, but her mind was awash in ecstasy.

With a wet, squelching sound, a rope of flesh burst from Maria’s tailbone, lashing the air. Alex yelped in surprise and pushed Maria away, his member popping out of her. His cum shot forth just as Xander pulled his own dick out of Maria’s mouth and exploded across the room, sending globs of his seed flying. Maria felt spatters of seed hit her back as the two identical men grunted and coated each other with strands of pearlescent white.

Panting for breath, Maria slid down Xander’s legs to the wet floor, her ass in the air. The feeling of pressure increased, and the new appendage at the base of her spine lengthened, curving around towards her face. She grabbed at it in wonder, still feeling the quakes of orgasm racing through her, and felt a slippery, pale length of skin that ended in a bulbous tip, like a rounded heart.

Holy shit. It happened, just like I thought it might. I have a tail now.

She heard the men laughing above her, and she turned to behold them, still hugging and kissing, their mutual loads streaked and dripping down their chests. They broke their embrace and looked down at her, matching expressions of delight on their handsome faces.

“We see you got… something new out of that, little twist.” Alex squatted down, bringing himself to her level, and reached for her shoulder, gently pulling her upright. Maria turned to face him and saw that he was staring at her new appendage. The tail swished from side to side, curling and uncurling.

Maria leaned against Alex, steadying herself with both hands against his muscular chest. At first, she thought the sensation running through her chest was another aftershock of the incredible orgasm she’d just experienced. But as the feeling grew, she realized that the churning inside her was something more dangerous, something she’d drawn into herself from the heady swirl of ecstasy that surrounded the three bodies.

No… it’s building up in me again. What do I do? I already grew a tail… what next? Maybe I can—Maria cut off her frantic thoughts and exhaled sharply, forcing a puff of unexpected steam from her mouth. It wasn’t enough. She felt a current race through her hands and into Alex’s body.

Alex stiffened, his muscles tensing again, then pushed Maria away with a yell. His erection bounced wildly, glistening and hard. Maria fell into Xander, who was staring at his twin with concern. “Dude, you okay?”

“No! Shit… something’s happening again. I don’t want to split… again!” Alex craned his contorted neck, staring at Maria and Xander in fear. But he’s not splitting apart, Maria realized with a growing feeling of detachment. He’s changing…

Alex’s impressive arms and legs seemed to shrink, growing slender, and his midsection followed suit, thinning down around his hips, which popped and cracked as bone and flesh rearranged themselves in a wider shape. Muscle gave way to a layer of fat, creating toned curves. Alex’s hands and feet were reshaping as well, joints crunching into a smaller configuration.

Xander pushed Maria down and backed into a corner. “Get away from me, whatever you are!” He raised an arm defensively, still unable to tear his eyes from the metamorphosis of his other half.

Alex whined, a sound of fear and dismay, as his shoulders narrowed and hair sprouted, bleached tips pushed up and out by darker roots until he sported a shaggy pixie cut. On his chest, Alex’s pectorals had softened and rounded into plump, olive-hued mounds, fronted by brown areolae that spread as the two watchers stared. Alex’s cock shriveled and retracted into his body, and the folds of his pussy bloomed outwards.

“Help me! Can’t you stop it?” Alex’s voice had become slightly higher but breathier, his throat adjusting to a new vocal range. Maria stood, trying to think of what to do, but the transformation rolled forward. The contours of Alex’s face were shifting as his cheeks filled out, his jaw softening and nose shortening.

Maria felt the energy dissipate. The feminine form in front of her was nearly as tall as Xander; Alex still had the muscular development of his former body. Now, however, he was also curvy and well-padded, with ample hips and tits to match. Looking from one to the other, the two versions of the man were still mirrors of each other, but with divergent sexual characteristics.

Xander sidled around Maria, putting a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “You okay?”

The formerly masculine twin twisted his features in confusion. “I… don’t know. It’s all a lot. An hour ago, I was me, and you were me. Then we were each me, together, and now I’m… someone else?”

“No way,” said Xander in a soft voice. “You’re still you, bro. We’re the same, but different. Complementary. Maybe it was meant to be this way?”

Alex stared at him. “This isn’t some kind of no homo thing, is it? We were fine just being two of Alexandros, bros hot for each other.”

Xander nodded. “Of course. I’m still turned on by guys, girls… and, you know. My own hot bod. But when I look at you, I have that feeling too. You know?” He gestured at his own hardening cock with an embarrassed shrug.

“You two,” said Maria, “are beyond me. This is kind of cute, but also absolutely bonkers.”

Alex ignored her, cupping a breast in each hand. “Yeah, I get what you’re saying. I’m also…wait, I need a mirror.” The two versions of Alexandros stepped over the reclining demi-succubus and hurried out of the shower stall. Maria followed them and watched as they wiped steam off a full-length mirror and peered at their reflections.

“Damn, look at us.” Xander adopted a bodybuilder’s pose, flexing his biceps and lifting one knee, his cock dangling comically. Alex mirrored him: the feminine version was impressive differently, though slightly awkward in a new form.

“I really am a fucking hottie,” said Alex, running both hands along newly curvaceous sides and swaying. “Fit, stacked, and chiseled.”

They simultaneously threw an arm around the other’s shoulders and made a face in the mirror: an intense, seductive come-hither stare. Wow, thought Maria, that must be Alexandros’ practiced sexy face. Yep. Alex’s version looked more mischievous, as if daring someone to meet a challenge. Xander’s gaze was more dominant, as if he were considering a conquest rather than actively propositioning someone.

The two variants broke their poses and admired each other. Xander grinned and playfully slapped Alex’s butt. “You might be even better at being me than I am! Maybe we should have been a girl all along.”

The new woman lifted a hand, as if about to slap Xander, but winked instead. “Shut up, you goof. Like you could handle these.” She cupped her breasts, hefting them. “All right, we can try this. You can call me… Lexi. It’s the name I would pick if I ever needed a girl name, you know? And you can still be Xander.”

“Short for Alexis?” Maria offered helpfully, desperate to feel as if she hadn’t caused another disaster. “I can put you in touch with people who can help you change your legal documents…”

Xander and Lexi both frowned. “No,” they said in unison. “Definitely not Alexis. Alexandra.” They turned to each other and laughed, then embraced.

“You two,” Maria said, “you’re really not freaked out about this, are you? You weren’t fazed by splitting in two, and now you don’t care that one of you turned into a girl. I’m kind of terrified, and I’ve been through it.”

Lexi strode over to Maria and embraced her. “Thanks for worrying about us, gorgeous. But this is kind of the best. We’re still one person, but now we each get to explore a new perspective.” She looked over her shoulder at Xander. “I know your macho ways, though, bro. There is no way that I’m cleaning up after you, or making you a sandwich, just because I’m Lexi now.”

Xander looked wounded and spread his hands. “There is no advantage in having a twin if you are going to assume I’ll act like a stereotype. I’ll clean and cook for us just as much as you will.”

Lexi nodded and stepped closer. “Or more than I will. I know how to keep you in line, remember? If you want some of this.” She ran her hands down along her belly and over her newly formed mound. “I have to admit… I am curious what that will feel like.”

Xander shrugged, but his cock betrayed his true feelings, jutting rigidly from his pelvis. “No doubt, bro. I mean, sis. I am… as well.” He reached out and took her hand, lifting it to his lips. “Should we find out?”

“Totally,” Lexi said. She drew close, and the two clones embraced and kissed, their tongues twisting together in an open-mouthed display of passion.

Maria shook her head. Not sure if this is a very advanced form of masturbation… or incest? But I have my own problems to worry about. As if hearing her thoughts, her tail slipped around her waist and curled over her navel. She wrapped her hands around it and stroked the length, sighing in pleasure at the touch.