You're walking through a barren desert, the sand shifting under your feet. You're not sure how you got here; it feels like you've been walking forever, sand shifting under your feet and between your toes, hot wind blowing harsh on your face. You're nude, which doesn't help your comfort any, as sand is being blown in places it should never be. Looking down at yourself, you see exactly what you expect; a masculine body, soft and heavy, your genitals nearly hidden from your view under the curve of your belly. Scrubbing a hand through your short hair, you keep walking, wondering vaguely where you're going. At last, you decide to stop, looking first ahead of you, then turning in a slow circle to the right, stopping every few inches to stare into the distance. You complete your circle, having seen nothing but endless sand stretching as far as the eye can see, when suddenly your line of sight is interrupted by a huge, looming form. Startled, you look up.. way up. Eventually your gaze reaches a face. It - he - is grinning down at you, a monstrous humanoid that must be at least eight feet tall. He towers over you, deep crimson skin stretched by a mouthful of yellow fangs in a big, lecherous sneer. Two black horns curve back over his skull, and his ears are pointed. His eyes are black with fiery red irises and slit pupils. Wrenching yourself momentarily away from his gaze, you inspect him as quickly as you can, taking in a muscular body, large hands ending in wicked black claws, red skin fading into black fur at the hips, elongated doglike paws, a long spaded tail whipping back and forth behind him - and the centerpiece, a massive set of genitals at his groin, testicles each double your fist in size, thick black cock erect and brushing his ribcage. He must be some kind of demon! You quickly look back up to his face, just in time for him to speak a single word in a terrible, growling voice: _Kneel._ Shuddering at the awful sound, you stare up at him in confusion. He places a forceful hand on your shoulder and shoves you to your knees in the sand, hands shooting out to brace yourself against his bulky, furred thighs to prevent yourself from faceplanting into his knees. You look up again, indignant. He chuckles a little at your expression, the sound like Hell's bells. You clap your hands over your ears to shut out the ringing laughter, then lower them only to hear him speak again: _Suck._ You frown. Surely he doesn't mean...? But apparently he does, and he's shoving your face up against his prick, the flesh already slicked with demonic precum. The salty taste is somewhere between arousing and revolting, and as his claws tighten painfully onto your head, you shudder at the implied threat and give a tentative lick. More of that salty, bitter flavor fills your mouth, and, much to your confusion and disgust, you find your own cock starting to come to attention. He grinds your face against his nethers, giving you no choice but to keep licking. He soon tires of this titillation, though, and uses his free hand to aim his cock towards your face, rubbing the fat head over your lips until you open up. His cock seems far too large to fit in your mouth, but somehow you manage it, frightened and just hoping this will be over soon. Your junk has other ideas, though, your balls feeling warm and full, your dick standing up hard and ready. Oh, no.. he's about to speak again... _Enjoy._ Somehow, despite the vagueness of that word, you know that he wants you to start masturbating. The taste of his precum in your mouth seems to be giving you some kind of link to his needs and desires; every time you take another lick, another swallow, you can feel him invading your mind, carnal thoughts and lewd suggestions flooding you. Overwhelmed by his force of will, your hand wanders to your crotch, takes hold of your own cock, and starts to stroke. Amazingly, despite it already being at full hardness, you can feel it begin to swell beneath your fingers, getting harder than it's ever been in your life, getting bigger, growing faster and faster with every swallow of demon pre. Soon it's too big to get your hand around, making it more difficult to split your attention between stroking your needy parts and not gagging on the massive black cockhead in your mouth. You try to look down to see what's happening to you, but all you can see is the demon's cockflesh. Your head is filling up with a morass of arousal, so it's only a hint of despair that tingles in the back of your mind when you find yourself actually enjoying blowing the hulking monster above you. More eagerly, you bob your head on his prick, swirl your tongue against the underside, and even try to take him into your throat. Meanwhile, your cock - and your balls, too - are still growing, until it takes both hands to stroke yourself and you have to adjust your kneeling stance to avoid hurting the fattening orbs between your legs. Your genitals are flushed with heat, tingling with need. Faster and faster you stroke, sucking more and more fervently. The demon has begun to groan and pant, drooling onto your head in his mindless, furious lust. His cock is twitching and bucking against your tongue and throat, gushing torrents of precum into you. Just when you feel you can't hold off your own orgasm any longer, he grabs the back of your head and forcibly drives himself down your throat, cock pulsing as it fires shot after shot of demonic jizz into your gullet and belly. That's too much for you, and you fire your own shots, spraying your own chest and chin with the massive amounts of spunk your newly-huge cock and swollen balls are now capable of providing. Finally, the demon withdraws from your throat, with only a few gags from you. He's still spraying, and his cum paints your chest all over again, thick ropes of hellish fluid spattering you, dripping down your naked torso, coating your lap. It burns wherever it hits, and your body changes wherever it burns. Your stomach tucks in, fat melting away. Your chest swells outwards, forming a nice pair of tits that keep growing in spurts with every splash of demon-cum. _Change._ The word echoes through your lust-hazed mind, the terrible sound rattling around your brain and confirming the truth of what's happening to you; your cock isn't growing anymore, but your tits are ballooning out rounder and heavier with each spray of the demon's prick, and even your hair is growing out longer as your head gets a dose of jizz. Soon your breasts must be at least an H cup, if not larger, and your hair is so long it's piled on the sand behind you, ruffling in the hot desert wind. The sand is more like mud, now, sodden with the fruits of your labor and the demon's own deluge. You kneel there, panting, still having trouble thinking of anything but lewdness, practically revelling in the cum-bath you're getting, the changes that are sweeping your body. It seems to go on forever, until you can't even see your own still-hard, massive cock beneath your wobbling tits, and even your ass has thickened beneath that waterfall of heavy, voluminous hair, which has turned a brilliant purple. Your skin has grown creamy and pale under the assault of sticky sex juices, your lips puffy with all that enthusiastic cock-sucking. At last, the demon's steady flow of semen seems to come to an end, trailing off into dribbles. He wipes his cock on your face and you lean into it eagerly, licking your swollen lips. He speaks another single word: _Stay._ Confused, you look up at him, but he says nothing more. A canine footpaw comes up out of the dampened sand and plants itself on your shoulders, then shoves you down, hard. You come down in the cum-slicked sand so forcefully that it momentarily knocks your wits and breath from you. ... You wake up at home, in your own bed. What a weird sex dream! You climb out of bed, and make it all the way to the bathroom before you catch sight of yourself in the mirror and stare in shock: you're trailing a mass of long purple hair, your torso is buried beneath a pair of absolutely mammoth tits, your balls are pushing your thighs apart and your cock, even soft, hangs down nearly to your knees. Your skin is pale and smooth, and you can feel your thick rump pushing out into that curtain of hair behind you. You blink and rub your eyes, staring and staring until it occurs to you that this, too, might be a dream. You pinch yourself, and your vision swims... ... You wake up at home, in your own bed. Immediately you look down at yourself, only to see massive tits, a pile of purple hair, and between your legs, a huge prick and swollen bollocks. You pinch yourself, and your vision swims... ... You wake up at home, in your own bed. Immediately you look down at yourself, only to see massive tits, a pile of purple hair, and between your legs, a huge prick and swollen bollocks. You pinch yourself, and your vision swims... ... You wake up at home, in your own bed. Immediately you look down at yourself, only to see... ... ..... ........ [END]