Succubitch - Punk Succubus TG TF

 Tonight few people were out except for wandering homeless, and drunks who had spent too much time in the local bars. Adam had been making his way down the dimly lit street, occasionally glancing over his shoulder as he kept watch for any dangerous hooligans. Not looking where he was going, he walked straight into a pair of woman, only to get shoved right back on his ass.

"Hey!" he shouted, looking up to see two drunken women covered in piercings and tattoos, and dressed in studded black leather.

"Watch where you're going you dumb motherfucker!" one of them shouted, giving him an empty look as she bent down to snatch up a loose cigarette from the pavement.

"Uh... sorry!" Adam replied, trying not to piss them off. "I didn't see you!"

"Yeah, well see this?" one said, raising her middle finger and shoving it in his face. "Fuck you, retard!"

Adam kept quiet, and the two woman quickly moved on, making their way down the street and muttering profanities under their breath.

"What a couple of bitches!" Adam mumbled to himself.

He quickly dusted himself off and stood back up, glancing over his shoulder as he took a moment to leer at the two punk girls. He had to admit, they were pretty hot. Though they were probably together, so he didn't bother.

Just as he was about to keep walking, he noticed something laying on the ground. A spiked black leather collar with the word 'SUCCUBITCH' on the front, was on the ground at his feet.

"What's this?" he asked himself, picking it up and looking it over.

The collar seemed to pulse in his hand with a strange warmth, almost as though it were breathing. He had no idea what succubitch meant, was it even a word? Probably some derogatory punk slang, or something.

It was obvious that one of the two girls from moments earlier, probably dropped it. Though looking around, they were already long gone.

Suddenly he couldn't explain why, but he felt an overwhelming urge to put the collar on.

"Why is...?" he said in confusion as his hands acted against his will, quickly slipping the collar around his neck and pulling it tight around his throat.

There was a sudden burning sensation as his body reacted to the collar, causing him to gasp as it bit into his neck.

"GAAACK!" he choked, clawing at the collar as he tried desperately to remove it.

The burning sensation spread through his body, like fire traveling his veins, as he dug his nails under the leather.

"What the fuck?!" he managed to gasp out, his voice cracked and strained.

He felt a painful prick in his skin, and quickly withdrew his hands to see his nails elongating into sharpened black claws. Even more alarming, his hands seemed to crack and shift in size and shape as bright red flesh began to cover them.

"Fuck! What the hell?" he cried out in shock, the words leaving his lips in a strangely higher pitched tone.

The flesh around the collar had also taken on a red complexion identical to his hands. His neck cracked as it seemingly became thinner than moments ago, and his adam's apple completely disappeared. The collar no longer sat uncomfortably around his throat, offering him much needed relief and allowing him to breathe more easily. He managed a deep breath before the changes continued upwards.

His jaw cracked as the red spread over his face, forcing him to grit his teeth, biting into his lip as his teeth grew into points. His cheeks rose to a more prominent position, his nose cracking into a more attractive shape, as the changes slowly but surely consumed and warped his facial features into something less and less recognizable as a man.

The further the corruption climbed its way up, the more he could feel it begin to seep into his brain. The painful nature of his transformation soon gave way to pleasure, every change overloading his nervous system with sensations beyond anything he'd ever felt in his life. The best sex he'd ever experienced was nothing compared to the inferno dancing in his flesh and bones.

"Hhhhhght...!" he groaned, his brain too overloaded with stimuli to form intelligible words. "GAAAH!"

His eyes rolled up into his head, and the whites of his eyes were flooded with a strange purple glow. His mouth fell open and a long black tongue lolled out, as he gasped and panted like an animal in heat. He was burning from the inside out, from his toes to his head, and there was no escaping it. He wanted more, needed more. Every square inch of his body craved more change, more transformation, more fiery bliss.

"Yessss! More!" sounded a tiny voice in his head. It was an unmistakably female voice, low like a hiss and sounding like a whisper, but still there. It sent a surge of pleasure through his mind, and he could feel his body react to the voice, his hips beginning to twitch and burn. "More!"

The voice spoke and his flesh obeyed, as if spurred onward by its presence. More and more changes were made manifest, blood carrying corruption to ever inch of his body. Soon blotches of red began to form over untouched flesh, growing bigger as they threatened to consume his pale skin.

The red flesh had since crept up his arms, shaping them into something longer and much more lithe. At the same time, moving downward from his neck, it spread over his chest and caused his nipples to spring up beneath his button-up shirt. They began to pulse, as two lumps of soft flesh formed on his chest, quickly developing into a pair of budding breasts.

"Yeeeeah," the voice spoke again, this time louder and clearer. "Bigger is better. C'mon, more! Bigger!"

The flesh forming on his chest swelled and took shape, growing bigger and more delightful with every moment. The small breasts went through several cup sizes, and soon his shirt strained to contain the growing mounds of carmine flesh. The nipples hardened as they grew larger and darker, visible as the shirt was pulled taut over a now massive pair of F-Cup tits. He could feel the blood rushing to them, as they ached to be touched, to be released. Each breath caused the shirt to strain, the buttons threatening to snap at any moment.

"T-tiiiight!" he groaned, feeling a desperate need to free the constrained flesh.

Digging his long black nails into the fabric, he gripped the shirt and with all his strength, and tore it open. The buttons snapped, scattering across the pavement, as a pair of glorious breasts jiggled and bounced free.

"Ahhhhhh...." he sighed, eyes drawn to the jiggling mountains, the soft, supple flesh that begged to be touched and squeezed. "T-titties..." he breathed, entranced by the sight of them.

Adam gave the new additions a curious squeeze, hands unable to truly grasp their fullness. He pressed his breasts together, in awe of the marvelous flesh as it squished and sandwiched together. He licked his lips, hands moving over them as the voice continued to whisper directly into his mind.

"Now those are some tits. Fuckin' A! Can't wait to get a big cock between 'em, or a pretty bitch to suck those rock hard nips... Mmm, yeah!"

The mention of cock filled his mind with all manner of thoughts, and his own sprang to attention, growing hard in his pants as it twitched and squirmed in its confinement. He squeezed his eyes shut, hands pressing against his groin as he imagined himself plunging his cock into the welcoming warmth of his new breasts.

"I want... to j-just... fuck... 'em!" he stammered, his eyes still squeezed shut.

"Yessss, you want to... you want to what, baby?" the voice asked, amusement clear in its tone.

"I want to... to fuck... those t-tits! P-put my cock... in 'em!" he gasped.

"Oh, you dirty fuckin' bitch." the voice chuckled. "That's what I like to hear."

Fueled by lust, the ongoing changes continued towards inevitable completion. His hips pushed outwards as he began thrusting them forward, humping at the air. His legs reformed in his pants as his thighs filled out, leaving little room for his erection as they squeezed it uncomfortably tight against his pant leg. The pants were pulled even more tight, as his ass swelled and ballooned outwards, stretching the fabric to its limits.

"I'm... gonna... cum... on those... tits!" he managed to gasp out, as the tide of lust threatened to carry him away.

"Yeah, bitch!" the voice encouraged, egging him on. "Let loose on those fat titties! Feels so fuckin' good!"

His hips bucked up into the air, his back arching and cracking, as he came. Shoulders crunched inward as his load exploded, dripping down his leg and leaving a wet trail as it soaked into his pants. His breath came in great pants and gasps, as his legs trembled and twitched from the after-effects of orgasm.

His now limp erection retreated into his body as the last of his seed left him, his balls following behind. A sensitive new female opening settled between his legs, already warm and wet with arousal. He was now a she, though the changes didn't end there.

The tips of her ears grew into points, and a pressure formed in her skull as two small horns began to grow from her temples. A long thin tail formed at the base of her spine, whipping about as the tip shaped into a spade. Muscles rippled across her shapely form, growing and forming beneath her skin, and adding strength to her arms and legs.

The voice in her head had seemingly gone quiet, though her ears had suddenly picked up the sound of music, seemingly coming from all around her. It sounded like... punk rock?

Adam had never liked punk music, though something about it had now captured her interest. The sound of it was hypnotic, seductive, and filled her with energy. Her lips curled into a grin, tail swishing about as she couldn't help but move her body to the sound blasting in her ears.

Her bare breasts jiggled as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. As she moved her body, her outfit warped and changed, and she could feel her mind beginning to transform in tune with the beat.

Her jeans morphed into a pair of short shorts, as the pant legs turned into a pair of tattered black leggings. The button-up shirt transformed into a studded black leather jacket, and a tight tank top appeared underneath, covering her jiggling breasts and baring her midriff. A spiked band appeared on her swishing tail, along with several spiked wristbands and facial piercings. The hair on her head was soon reduced to a buzzcut, as a mohawk sprung up from her scalp. Makeup added to her unnatural beauty, as various tattoos inked themselves across her red flesh.

She was completely unrecognizable as the human male she was seemingly minutes ago, now resembling something more akin to a punk rock succubus. Her thoughts began to match her outward appearance, becoming aggressive and seductive. She felt powerful and far more confident than she ever had before, with a fuck-all attitude to boot. Soon enough the music in her head came to an end, and she was left standing in the street, a completely different person. She gave no shits about the odd transformation that had suddenly taken over her, in fact she was actually somewhat glad it had happened. She was happy to have shed her mortality, her new body and mindset was a massive upgrade from the boring guy she used to be. The name Adam didn't fit her anymore, so she quickly opted to go by something new... Calia, was what came to mind. Perfect.

The new succubus took a moment to admire her form, groping her tits through her tank top, and feeling up her curves as she wiggled her tail. She was definitely a hot piece of ass; she was built for sex, and she knew it.

"Fuck yeah," she whispered to herself, licking her lips. "I'm a fuckin' bad bitch, and I'm ready to rock!"

And with that, Calia began strutting down the dark street, on her way to the nearest club. She was going to have every man and woman under her spell, and who knows, maybe she'd even create a few new friends...