Someone Else's Desire 2 - TG Caption

Part 1 

Part 2

"What’s next?" Marcus asked, quietly. 

And the demon responded, "Oh? Is that idle curiosity I sense, or something more? Are you perhaps growing enamored with your developing form? Far be it from me to deny a burgeoning interest."

{Breasts, huge and heavy. I don’t care how impractical they are. I don’t care how unnecessary they are. I want everything to stop when I enter a room. I want every man and woman that lays eyes on my tits to forget themselves and stare in awe.} Marcus immediately began to doubt his rash decision. What had he done? Why hadn’t he just said no when the demon asked if he wanted more? Marcus’s nipples began to tingle, and he immediately covered them with his palms. Maybe… Maybe he could hold them in, stop the change? But no, it was already too late. The fat around Marcus‘s hands began to pooch and bulge. His fingers were slowly forced out and apart. Still, Marcus pushed back, vainly attempting to deny the obvious. But he couldn’t deny how it felt, and as he fought his new flesh responded. His chest grew heavier, pulling at him, threatening his precarious balance. Large nipples swelled thicker still, beyond anything he had experience with, tickling against his palms, desperately pleading for attention. Finally, unable to contain his need, he gave in. Releasing his breasts, Marcus gently latched on to each thumb size nipple and squeezed. His world exploded. Light danced in his mind, and Marcus howled. He pulled on his new nipples, rolling the massive additions between his fingers again and again. His new ass had felt amazing, but this was so much more, so intense he couldn’t think, only act. But Marcus’s breasts weren’t done growing, not even close. While he continued to play with himself, they expanded out, down, to the sides, in every direction they possibly could. By now Marcus had his arms wrapped entirely around his much distended chest, greedily hugging and rubbing at the overly sensitive skin. 

The demon cleared his throat. "Wow, that was really something. I appreciate a being that gives in and really lets go. Still, enticing as you are, your movement seem slightly…off. Out of balance. Your instincts are completely wrong for that form. Don't worry, I know just the thing you need, and it comes with side benefits!"

{I’ve always been awkward and plain. I see the dancers, the models, hell, even the strippers. I want to be like them, to move like them. I want what they have, their beauty and natural grace.} Marcus felt his face twitch as muscles spasmed and tightened. Bones and cartilage reshaped. His features became delicate and refined, an ethereal beauty emerging. Tiny arcs of lightning ran down his body, zapping the many imperfections on his skin away, leaving it smooth, hairless and blemish free. The lightning struck deeper, hitting muscle and nerves. As each area was affected, the positioning of his body shifted slightly, movements becoming smoother and less awkward. Almost against his will, Marcus’s posture straightened, shoulders arching back with breasts thrust proudly forward. When he finally stopped trying to fight it and relaxed his stance, one hand naturally came to rest on his tiny waist just above a jutting hip, his new bulbous chest balancing the equally massive behind he already carried. Every little movement was it's own dance, both graceful and alluring.

"Much better. Look at you, so natural."

"Nothing about this is natural," Marcus responded, momentarily thrown by his breathy, phone-sex-operator voice. He hungrily began exploring his new form, tweaking a nipple here, slapping his huge ass there, every action overt, enticing. He felt free, like he’d dropped a weight he didn’t know was there. Still, something wasn’t right. He was unfinished, incomplete. One part of the old him remained, the thing dangling between his legs. The thought of this last remaining vestige of his manhood was… disturbing, disgusting even. It was alien. It was in the way. He wanted it gone! 

"Oh? What’s that look in your eye, Marcus? Do you perhaps still want your taxes fixed, or does another desire consume you now?" Marcus didn't hold back. 

"Please don’t leave me like this. I don’t know if it’s something you did to me or if it's because I’ve already changed too much. Maybe it was there all along, hidden away. It doesn’t matter anymore. I just want to be whole."

"Tell me," the demon commanded.

"Make me a woman!" Marcus shouted, and the demon snapped his fingers. There was no build up this time, no slow transformation. One moment something was in the way, and the next, it was gone. The new woman spreads her legs with amazement, wondering how something she never even knew she wanted could feel so intrinsically correct. Looking down, she could just make out the start of her labia, her womanhood, her vagina. She grew excited at the frisson of warmth from inside, a feeling of loosening, of lubricating. 

Marcus was overwhelmed by something she did not expect, gratitude. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, but thank you fo-," she started, but she’s alone. The room is empty, and to her growing awareness and excitement, so is she. Casting all inhibitions aside, the eager woman sprints to her bedroom. She had a great deal of exploring to do and couldn't wait to get started.