Unleashing Your Inner Demoness TG

Zachary's morning commute was a short 10 minute walk that took him across a few blocks of storefronts, one of which housed an antique shop. Every few days the items showcased behind the window would change, adding a little bit of excitement to an otherwise dull commute.

The first time he saw the tail, it stood out immediately. The window faced the rising sun and made the various useless curios that would tempt someone to part with their money light up with a dull orange glow. The tail, however, seemed to suck up the light of the morning sun. It was like an oiled piece of cast iron, but it was twisted into a convoluted shape that resembled a giant knot with a sharp spaded point at the end. Zachary couldn't make heads or tails of what its intended purpose was. After a while he settled on an assumption that it was junk or a sculpture by some art school drop-out who decided to be provocative in the hopes of making up for their lack of talent. Shaking his head and thinking idle thoughts about how one man’s trash is another man's treasure, he went to work. Still, the image of the knotted metal... thing... kept lingering at the corner of his thoughts. He couldn't fathom what it was for, and the thought of its purpose started to drive him crazy after a few hours.

Still, when quitting time came around, the thoughts of it were eclipsed by the relief that work was over for the day. He briefly entertained the thought of stopping by the antique shop to really get a look at the thing, but that was silly when the luxuries of his apartment were calling. Plus, it was too late in the day anyhow to get a close look at the item from the front window, and he knew from countless days of walking past the shop that its light never was on in the evening.

10 minutes later Zachary was home. He walked through his door with a tired and sluggish gait. A scant few minutes later he was in bed with the lights out.

His dreams that night were powerful. He knew that much based off how he had kicked the covers off his bed in his sleep, but his waking mind couldn't quite remember what he had been dreaming of. Still, that didn't bother him much. He had around an hour to kill before work and spent that time playing games on his computer.

As he made his way past the corner where the antique shop stood, he idly wondered if the metal hunk would still be there. Doubtlessly it would be (a prediction that later proved to be right), but that was an easy guess to make because he couldn't imagine anyone who would want the thing. Still, he had a few minutes to kill because he had left for work early, a decision he now realized was likely influenced by him wanting to examine the item through the store window.

It hadn't moved. Zachary was almost relieved that it hadn't been purchased yet, which was ridiculous. Was he really entertaining the thought of owning that metal piece of junk?

Scoffing at the thought, he went to work and punched in a few minutes early, but just like yesterday he was thinking about that knotted sculpture. By lunch he had decided that for the first time he was going to step into that shop so that he could ask the owner what it was.

A few hours later he was doing exactly that; however, the owner didn't know any more that Zachary did what the item was. He explained that so much stuff went in and out of the store that he didn't have time to do more than examine whether or not the item was broken. Between this idle chatter (where Zachary just barely managed to hold his tongue before questioning how busy the shop actually was) he had walked over to the sculpture and picked it up. It was warm to the touch; hot, almost.

Almost instantly the owner shifted into his sales pitch. "I see that thing has caught your eye. I'll tell you what: ignore the price sticker. It's yours for $10."

Zachary snorted. He could see how a shop full of junk was able to stay in business when it was being run by a sly salesman. Still, it was only $10, which was well within his budget. Making an impulse buy, he agreed to the sale.

He paid cash. "You going to need a bag for that?" asked the owner. Zachary thought of how the thing had been pleasant to hold.

"I'll be good." He said, and with that he walked out of the door.

It was less than 30 minutes after he had bought it and Zachary was already regretting his purchase. He didn't take into account that he didn't have room for the damned thing in his cramped apartment. What was he going to do, set it on the coffee table he didn't have? Sighing, he sat down on his bed and held the complicated piece of metal in his hands.

The unexpected temperature of the item had been apparent from the moment he picked it up, but it was only now that he was sitting down and really had the chance to look at the thing that he noticed how... organic the metal was. He was reminded of snakes having sex and how they twisted and coiled around each other. Well... no, that wasn't quite right. It was more like a twitching and flailing snake whose head had been cut off. Still, summer camp as a kid had taught him that even with the body gone; the remaining snake could still attack and kill with its venom.

He was turning the coiled metal over when his thumb slipped off the smooth surface. He badly cut himself on the bladed spade point and drew blood.

"Son of a..." he hissed through clenched teeth in a mixture of surprise and pain as he dropped the metal onto his floor.

As it fell the metal uncoiled itself and began thrashing around on the floor.

Oh my god, thought Zachary. That thing really was a snake.

He pulled his leg up onto the bed to get them away from the snake. He was fast, but the snake was faster. It wrapped around his leg and the spade slashed him as it constricted.

If Zachary had been paying attention, he would have realized that the spade wasn't the most dangerous part. The other end of the snake was oozing a clear substance. As he stood up to try and tear the thing from his leg, this end saw its opportunity and attacked the base of his spine.

Immediately Zachary felt it pierce the skin and burrow into his lower back. And then, he felt it attach itself to his tailbone.

Human bones are basically rocks, but that didn't slow down the snake. With scary efficiency it found Zachary's nerve clusters and attached itself to them.

It was the most excruciating pain Zachary had ever felt in his life. Every nerve in his body was lighting up in pain from this foreign invader, but almost as soon as it started the pain was replaced by numbness, and then by the exact opposite of pain. Zachary was feeling... pleasure. Lots of pleasure. His heart was racing and his breathing was coming out in short and sharp breaths. He was getting turned on.

That being said, Zachary was still of sound mind at this point. He tried to rip the appendage off of him but every time he reached for it the spade would slash at his hands. In seconds his hands were covered in cuts and the pain he had been feeling earlier was creeping back. The message the appendage was giving was clear: don't fuck with me.

Zachary decided that trying to rip it off was pointless and he tried to think of a plan to get rid of it while his mind started to grow hazy and unfocused with lust.

It was around this time that the changes began to start. He didn't even notice them at first. They were small changes, like the thinning of his body hair and a pound or two of excess fat disappearing, but it soon became obvious that he was changing. That the tail (for that was what it was) was changing him. Into what, he didn't know yet, but he knew he had to stop it. That this was his only chance.

He ran to his tiny kitchen and pulled out a small knife from his silverware drawer. Zachary would have preferred something bigger, but he didn't have any steak knives that were specialized in cutting meat. He tried to slice it off of him, but the tail knew his every move before he made them and managed to counter him at every turn. Zachary soon grew frustrated and made a desperate lunge for the small of his back and the base of the tail but the knife was knocked out of his hand easily and it landed on the floor with a clank. Zachary should have had more grip strength than that. He looked down at his cut and bloody hands and he quickly saw that he didn't recognize them, but not because of how bloody they were or that he was missing a small chunk off flesh on his left hand. They simply were not his hands. They were the hands of a woman. Long, manicured, and with a blood-red coat of nail polish.

Zachary began to feel something pressing at the edge of his consciousness. Past the fear and the lust there was something he didn't recognize, some unknown presence inn his mind. He tried to ignore it as best he could and focus on getting rid of this tail but it move closer and closer to the forefront of his mind.

With a start, he realized what it was. It was the tail! Redoubling his efforts, he reached for the knife several feet away when the tail coiled itself around his thighs. It constricted tightly around the thickening upper legs which were growing squishy and plump. He fell forwards and reached out to brace for the fall. He painfully landed on his widening hips. With the tail still wrapped around him, he tried to shimmy towards the knife, but with little success. It felt like he was moving further away from it every second. In fact, everything was moving further away from him. He was shrinking quickly.

Suddenly, just as it seemed he was about to reach the knife, the tail unwound itself from his womanly legs that would make a model envy and wrapped itself around a table leg. It pulled him backwards away from his goal. With one last desperate lunge Zachary reached forward so hard that his back creaked and his narrowing shoulders nearly dislocated. His fingers brushed against the handle but he was pulled backwards with a rubber band snap before he could grasp it.

He skidded along the floor on his bulbous bubble butt, leaving his shoes and pants behind. He was now only dressed in his underwear and his collared work shirt. With dismay he noticed that his crotch wasn't as round as it normally was. As if it knew what he was thinking, the spade edge of the tail sliced his underwear off with surgical precision to reveal that yes, his penis had shrunk greatly. He was out of his mind with lust and adrenaline and it was as hard as a diamond, but it stood only 2 inches tall. And it was shrinking fast.

"Oh god no," he cried. He watched in frightened fascination as it shrunk into a tiny nub the size of an acorn. A slit that was leaking a clear fluid soon started to form underneath the nub. At this time, the tail loosened its grip of the table leg. Whatever instinct was driving it knew that it had won.

With curiosity, Zachary leaned forward with a slim and wasp like stomach devoid of fat and gently prodded the cavity with fingers that had already healed from their cuts.

Instantly he was flooded with a tsunami of pleasure that eclipsed anything he had ever felt before. "Oh godddddd!" he moaned, barely even caring how womanly his voice sounded. Her voice sounded. It was a breathy alto that oozed seduction.

She wasted no time plunging her fingers in up to her knuckles. She felt around the moist hole, getting a feel for her new organ. It was bliss so intense that she had to bite down on her plump and kissable lips to hold in a scream of pleasure.

Her hands were small and dainty, but even so her cunt was insanely tight. She couldn't fit more than three fingers in at a time, leaving her other hand idle but eager to please herself. She massaged her thighs dripping with a woman's honey as she fell to her knees with spread legs.

"Hyaah!" She panted as she thrusted harder and faster, but a release from her pleasure was always just beyond her grasp. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her growing chest. Her nipples started to swell and become engorged and she moved the hand that wasn't busy ravishing her new pussy to one of them.

It was the same feeling that she had felt when she had pushed her fingers into her vagina for the first time, but more subtle. She teased and played with her nipples as the skin behind them began to swell further. Each side was already the size of an apricot and they showed no signs of stopping their growth any time soon; in fact, they began to balloon outwards even faster. It wasn't long before her feminine hand couldn't hold a breast without it slipping out from the gaps between her fingers.

It was at this time that Zachary got an idea. She had worked her vagina hard enough that it was starting to stretch more, so she took her hand off her breast and thrust it towards her snatch for double the fun, but not before ripping off the buttons from her shirt. Her new puppies needed to breathe.

She leaded forwards and began a mixture of thrusting her fingers and her hips back and forth as she kneaded her breasts (which had stopped their growth at the size of her head) against the cool floor. This triple attack of pleasure was soon too much to bear and she finally found the release she had been craving.

As she climaxed with a loud scream, 2 pair of bat wings burst out of her skin. One small pair was on top of her cute head that had gained a luxurious mop of fiery red hair while the other larger ones thrust out from her upper back. Her transformation was almost complete, but she had one last change left before she realized her full sex potential.

Sensing that now was the time, the tail began to flood Zachary's body with specialized and instinctual knowledge. Bird knew to fly south during winter, cats knew how to land on their feet, and Zachary now knew how to fuck any man six ways from Sunday.

She giggled. She had just been flailing around like an animal on the floor, thinking that she had been so clever with her breast kneading trick. Now, she had the know-how to make her previous orgasm seem like child's play. She wanted to put it to good use on the first man she could find and fuck their brains out, but there was something she had to do first. She seductively walked to her bathroom with a sway to her hips and tail. She was like a predatory cat on the hunt.

She examined herself in the mirror. Even though she was covered in sweat and pheromones and some blood from when she had foolishly tried to rid herself of her tail, and even though her clothes were crumpled, she still couldn't believe how sexy she was. She would have given anything as a man to get into her pant. She giggled again (an action that she was starting to like). She supposed now she was in her pants. If she had been wearing any.

She quickly posed in the mirror with her innate knowledge the tail parasite had given her about her body and how to use it. She cupped on breast as she maneuvered her tail to cover her pair crotch. Her red tie was sucked into the valley between her gigantic breasts as red hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. She put on her best seductive face, narrowing her eyes as she licked the sexual fluid off of her free hand's fingers.

Looking at the walking wet dream in the mirror that she now was, Zachary realized she was going to need many things in this new life. She was going to need a new wardrobe to accentuate her body's curves to their full potential. She was going to need a new bed (she was going to wear out the springs on her current one in a month with the amount of fucking she planned to do). She needed a new name (she rather liked Zepara). But right now, what she needed most was to feed.