My head was still spinning as I came to. I was on all-fours, naked, and panting heavily on a brick floor as my head caught up with me. I was greeted by the sight of a sort of vile fluid covering the ground, making the sort of rainbow gel color you get by mixing oil and water. Repulsed by the smell of the goop in my half-awake state, I pushed against the ground with my arms and sat myself up.

Still dizzy, I grabbed my head. What had happened that had gotten me into this situation.

And why are my boobs so big?

Looking down, I couldn’t help but notice that my breasts were far bigger than I remember them being. Not grotesquely large, but certainly about as big as a woman’s breasts should get. As I puzzled over this question, a flash of memory suddenly flew through my mind. I watched as my previously modest breasts swelled up to their current size, myself moaning in ecstasy as the feeling of lightning coarsed through them.

Snapped back to my current reality, I quickly rose to my feet and away from the puddle on the ground. regaining my composure, I inspected my new endowments. A slight gasp escaped my lips as I ran my fingers along them, pert and well-shaped, holding their form despite the lack of supportive clothing. I sighed as I let my hands continue down my body, feeling up my tight, narrow waist, my skin interpreting the light brushing of my fingers as pure pleasure.

But then I felt a sensation on my groin I had never felt before, as though something had released itself. Something made itself known to my vision past my large breasts as it swelled and stiffened.

A penis? Why on Earth did I have a penis?! It continued to swell in size until it was ten, no, eleven inches long! I staggered back and fell on my butt, my throbbing member swaying and shaking as I went down.

As I looked at the thing in terror, memories struck me again, this time far harder. I remembered it all, the demon girl who had captured me, corrupting my body until it was putty in her hands, sucking on my groin until a spiny, demonic cock emerged, molding my shape to be built for sex. I remembered the weeks, maybe even months of my mind addled with pleasure, focused only on sex, wanting nothing more than to fuck and be fucked, nothing more than another horny demon.

I frantically felt around my head in the present, but found that there was only hair, not even a speck of devil horn remaining. My hands then descended to my back, where I found that my tail was also missing, before cupping my hands on my full buttocks, still the way they were when the demonic being had finished transforming me.

I didn’t get it. Clearly I was a human again. Even my penis no longer resembled the spiny, demonic cock I had been given, instead being my normal pale flesh-tone with a pink tip. A quick prod of the tip with my finger confirmed that it was, indeed, part of my body. I continued to prod the tip with my finger, my heart pounding with every prod.

Before I knew it, I was caught up in the moment, stroking my meat with one hand and fondling one of my breasts with the other. I moaned as I felt my member harden even further in my hand, my female sex spilling forth its juices onto the floor.

Until finally a sensation I had never felt before, a sort of anticipation building at the base of my cock, followed by a clench I had never felt. The pressure was so tight that I felt the fluid travel up my cock out out the tip, unleashing my cum in huge ropes, far more than a human should be capable of. The semen splattered into the rainbow-colored gunk with heavy plops as I continued to unleash my load.

I curled into a ball. Why had I just done that?

I looked around the room I was in. It was rather dark, lit only by a pair of high-up windows. On a wooden table sat scattered papers, potions, a candle that was so low it was almost extinguished, and a toppled over bottle with a few drops of white, milk-like liquid still inside of it. A quick sniff revealed that it did seem to be milk. At least partially. Not cow’s milk, though.

I looked over the papers, many of them were scrawled in deranged handwriting. Many of them were lists of ingredients and theories, with some scratched out and others circled and arrows pointed at yet more.

As I looked over the notes, I began to understand. These were formulas for a cure to demonic transformation.

And I could tell this because I was the one who had written them.

I remember now. While still addled by lust and in the throes of intense sexual frustration, I was frantically writing, keeping my concentration as best as I could, fuming in agitation and using all of my willpower to keep from flying into a rage with every failure, but finally I had finished my formula.

And it had…worked? Maybe? I took the almost empty bottle and dribbled those last few drops on the sludge on the floor. It hissed in response to the drops, boiling away a bit of its mass. So this sludge was the corruption that was once inside of my body?

I then remembered that I kept a mirror in this place and turned to face it.

I was beautiful, sexy and shapely, a far cry from how I had used to look, with an ample bosom, narrow waist, and wide, shapely hips.

Oh, and a cock, too.

Even my face had a more pointed shape with full lips. It was though I had become human again, but my body still had the succubus shape that I had fought so hard to free myself from. I cupped my chin in my hand and thought about it. Clearly that had been a miscalculation somewhere. Then it hit me. The stuff on the floor was the corruption that was once in my body. I hadn’t reversed the transformation, I had expelled the demonic influence from my body. So anything that a human could have normally was kept behind.

I guess a human could normally have boobs like these, an ass like this…and a penis. Maybe not a human woman normally, but I guess a human could have one.

I was interrupted in my thoughts when someone suddenly came through the door. I turned to see a young woman, wrapped in a dress and shawl, had nervously stepped into my home.

“Excuse me,” she said, “I heard screaming and I…” She suddenly looked down at my turgid member and stopped. Initially she was shocked but soon she she shifted awkwardly on her feet, her breathing increasing and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. There was little time for me to react before she lunged at me, taking my penis into her moth and running my ass into my table.

“Hey, what’re you doing?” I said as I tried to get her off of me, but she was on my cock like a fish on a lure, sucking on it and thrusting her head as hard as she could. I felt my resistance begin to break down as she continued to deep throat me like her gag reflex was broken. I could no longer resist as my butt was creased into the table, lifting me onto my toes and unable to escape, the girl stealing breaths through her nostrils in between deep thrusts onto my cock. Deeper and deeper she managed to get, the tip of my penis ablaze with the warmth of the inside of her body.

I couldn’t hold back anymore, thrusting far enough to cut off her hair supply, I unleashed my orgasm straight into her stomach, her eyes rolling up into her head as I fed her my jism. Noticing her starting to look a little blue, I quickly pulled out and she fell to her knees, coughing and fighting to regain her breath. And yet my cock was still fully erect, reloaded and feeling like it was ready to go again.

Not wanting to take advantage of the poor girl, I quickly grabbed a cloak that was nearby and wrapped it around me, concealing my body and my erect cock from her sight.

And then the woman came-to with a gasp. She looked around, then felt her lips.

“What,” She said, “What was I?” She seemed confused, but otherwise normal.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” I said, “I’d just tripped while I was working on an experiment, everything’s fine”.

I prayed that her memory was just as fuddled as mine.

Which it seemed to be as she looked around nervously, then into the mirror, the evidence of our escapades existing only in her stomach.

“I…I guess if you’re okay then,” She said looking around nervously as she rose to her feet. Without finishing her sentence, she hurried out of my home, glancing at me over her shoulder.

I sighed, knowing that I had a lot of work to do. Not only did I have to clean up this mess, but I knew none of my old clothes would fit anymore, and the hypnotic powers of this new body were nothing to trifle with.

I guess I’d better get to work.