Transformation Erotica Novels & Stories

She held still, breaths shallow, every nerve alight. Emboldened by her lack of protest, his touch intensified. Bella, in a feigned sleepy wiggle, shifted back closer, her bum pressing against his crotch. She felt it immediately—his dick, fully erect, hard and throbbing through his pants, nestled against her. He gasped, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the quiet room. Gotcha, she thought triumphantly, a thrill running through her. Now what? Your move, stranger. The tension hung thick, her body humming with anticipation, mind a whirlwind of forbidden excitement.

It was a sexual awakening a moment of realisation. I loved my body and I loved the way it brought pleasure to others. I loved being used and dominated, letting others control me. In short I was a good little bitch. The changing room was filled with empty beer cans cluttering most surfaces. I cleared myself a space on one of the benches and laid down. It wasn’t very wide just enough for my body. I hung my head off the end allowing it to droop upside down. The world went topsy turvy. It was time for more.

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

The second the door hissed shut, Preston hit a button, and the heavy black partition rolled up, sealing us in a private, leather-lined sanctuary. He didn't waste a second. He sat back and pulled the remote out. Buzz. He turned it to medium. I let out a sharp cry, dropping to my knees between his legs. The vibration was massaging my clit while I looked up at the man who had just dismantled my entire life and rebuilt it in his image.

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

The moment the transformation completed, Sophie came violently, her new futa cock shooting thick ropes of glowing cum across the altar while her pussy squirted in powerful arcs around Lilithara’s thrusting shaft. Lilithara moved to Mia next, the athletic raven-haired beauty. She took her in a rough standing fuck, lifting Mia’s legs around her waist and pounding her pussy while a tentacle fucked the girl’s throat. Mia’s transformation hit even harder — her new futa cock was thicker, veins pulsing angrily as she squirted and came at the same time, adding fresh floods to the growing lake on the altar.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.