The first change Damon noticed was his skin as it became as smooth and creamy as the milk flowing down his throat. Soft, hairless; little scars and calluses from his training fading away. That is -- he noticed it becoming more sensitive. His mind was elsewhere, adrift on a sea of warm bliss.
Likewise with the increasing size and sensitivity of his nipples. He moaned between swallows of milk as they pressed against his shirt, but it was just more pleasure. Nothing to be concerned about.
Marie slid her hands around the small of his back, making him arch. A subtle popping of bones signaled the changing of his posture, spine curving and hips tilting -- and expanding -- as the brothel mistress teased her hands inside his trousers, working with his thrusts to push them down over his swelling bottom. Another moan, higher-pitched, bubbled out of Damon's mouth as he felt her kneading into his increasingly large, soft ass cheeks.
"You feel..." he mumbled, looking up adoringly into her glowing orange eyes. Weren't they green before...? It didn't matter. Nobody had ever made him feel this good; Monica had only let him have sex with her once, and she hadn't been very enthusiastic.
"Shhh." Marie ran her hands up his narrower back, brushing against a furry nub that was pushing out of his tailbone. "No need to talk, baby. Just keep sucking..."
His own eyes were turning from blue to yellow, his pupils tapering off. Silvery white grew out from the roots of his dirty blond hair, running the length of each strand before going further, tickling down his neck and falling over the back of the chair. How beautiful... he thought dazedly as a few locks swung in front of his eyes. Marie pushed them back, keeping her burning gaze fixed on his half-lidded eyes.
"Almost there..."
The words merged into a rush of blood as his ears shifted, growing larger, pointed; black fur covering them, lined with silver. Soon they rested on his head, dipped in submission to the female riding him.
He whimpered a bit. Even drowned in pleasure as he was, he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. His chest tightened as two breasts strained across his constricting clothes; there was a confusing sensation above his butt, as if he had an extra limb wedged between his body and the chair. Of course he did: a long, fluffy, white-tipped black fox tail, wriggling with delight.
"Okay baby." Marie finally let him release her nipple, a little bit of milk dripping from his plump lips onto her bosom. "Let yourself go... let it all out... give all your problems to me, and...!"
She picked up the pace, once more bracing herself against his womanly bottom. Freed of the awkward position of suckling, Damon gave himself to the fucking, letting his head loll back and embracing her in turn as their hips smacked together. His balls were tight, his cock was throbbing...
"Be free."
And with a loud, high-pitched and almost animal yell, he was releasing. It felt so good! Burst after burst of white, hot seed shot up from him. So much! He didn't realise he had this much. He cried out a second time as his balls cinched tightly to his body, then popped inside, driving him to another, even stronger orgasm as he poured the last of his male essence into the horned beauty. His hands flew up to his breasts as he arched his back further, seams and laces tearing under the sharp little claws that had replaced his nails as he mindlessly sought to relieve the maddening pressure.
By the Goddess!!! someone else's voice screamed in his head.
Damon collapsed -- and yelped softly. He twisted a bit, and Marie helped to pull his tail safely to the side.
What is that? What have you done -- to me -- oh gods!!
Damon was floating in heavenly clouds, registering the voice in his head but too euphoric to care. Every nerve flickered and flared with electric joy, his orgasm spreading through him as his cock sank down into a little female nub. His tail beating happily on the side of the chair, a weightless feeling in his belly as his womb opened and his testes settled into their new role as ovaries.
"That was..." He panted, his voice soft and breathy. "That was... wonderful..." He blinked. "Wait..."
Idiot!
Damon looked down at himself, confused at the sight of cleavage pressing against the torn neckline of his shirt, tunic laces burst across the shape of two large mounds, nipples outlined against the fabric.
"Wha'...?"
That whore turned you -- ME! -- into a woman!
Damon shook his head, resolutely shoving the other consciousness out of his thoughts. Or, her thoughts...? She ran her thumbs over her nipples, and gasped. Then looked at her hands, seeing that they were not only slender and delicate, but also clawed.
A woman... She... didn't feel mad about it. She still felt too good, with Marie's warm milk in her body and warm afterglow in her flesh. Just surprised. Confused. She looked up at the prostitute, still straddling her lap, eyes still orange though no longer glowing. Something else seemed different too; her skin was a dusky red, her ears were pointed, her fangs more prominent.
"You did this...? Why?"
"Because, Damon from another world..." The woman reached up, caressing the former boy's cheek. "You wanted to escape from your duties as prince. Now you have."
Even as content as she felt, fear twinged through Damon at her words. "A-Another world? How do you --"
"I know more than just how to turn men into cute Beastgirls, dear. That drink was designed to loosen your tongue and unburden your heart, with more than just alcohol. But don't worry. I'm not sure I understand everything, but I won't hurt you."
She slid back out of Damon's lap, then offered her a hand up. The new female gratefully accepted, unused to the weight on her chest or the dragging at her spine. Beastgirls... She looked over her shoulder at the long, fluffy appendage, then back at Marie. "What even am I?"
"A Foxwoman, of course! One of the more popular races in our business."
"'O-Our business?' You... you don't mean..."
Damon's fear grew. And it wasn't just the idea that he'd been trapped into becoming a prostitute himself. He -- she could see now just how much Marie had changed. Her skin was definitely red, she had more muscle under her curves. Her feet arched up like paws, giving her height and a predatory poise.
"You're a... a..."
"A full-blooded Succubus? Yes..." Marie reached up to brush back a sweaty strand of silver hair. "But don't worry, sweet girl, I mean you no harm."
"But you..."
It was too much. Damon swayed, his brain shutting down under the combination of stress, alcohol and exhaustion. Eyes rolling into her head, the Foxgirl slumped forward into the arms of the Succubus.