"Take me like a war prize!"

You hear yourself begging him to claim his prize before you can even think. He has you lifted into the air before you can tell him you didn't mean it...after all, you aren't gay...you've never thought of a man like THAT before. But as you see your reflection in the mirrored ceiling, you sure don't look like a boy with your bimbo breasts and bubble butt...and his cock doesn't look human...so maybe it's not so gay after all...

"I'M JUST A WARRIOR DEMON. NO MAGIKS, NO TRICKS TO MAKE YOU SLUTTIER. JUST A HARD, RIDGED COCK AND THE WILL TO USE IT. HMMPH! ALL I NEED TO MAKE YOU MY PET!"

Before you can tell him you've changed your mind, his fist sized, flared cock head is spreading your virgin ass...and all that comes out is a mindless moan. You can't believe your tight hole is stretching to accommodate his girth...you can't believe it doesn't hurt...can't believe it feels so fucking good...better than anything ever did in your boring boi life...better than anything humanly possible.

Suddenly your tail slips between your plump parted lips, muffling your moans, sending sweltering shivers up and down your beautiful body as it stretches your throat as impossibly as the Dean's demonic dick. That's when you begin to realize the thrilling threshold of what's INhumanly possible...and you dive in deep...

You see yourself transform before your very eyes, growing pinker and softer and smaller, your proportions becoming sluttier to the point of satire and your little prick shrinking to the size of a clit. Inside your transformation is hidden, but no less dramatic. The walls of your throat and ass grow more and more cunt-like...self lubricating, growing softer and hungrier, every nerve and bump rewritten to be super charged with sexual sensitivity, throbbing and cumming and emptying your brains of everything but the desire to be fucked and happily submit. You feel your mind shifting too...shrinking...becoming softer, and smoother, and so, so melty...you cry out, "Oh myyyyyy gaaaaaawd. Pweeeeese fuck me Daddeeeeeee! Fuck me fowever!"

Dean Daddy looks down disdainfully. "HMMPH. THERE'S ONE EVERY YEAR. CAN'T EVEN GET OUT OF MY OFFICE BEFORE GOING DICK DUMB AND FULLY FEMALE. OH WELL, ANOTHER WILLING WOMB FOR THE BREEDING PITS"

Fully female?! Willing womb?! What is he talking about?! You get your answer as Dean Daddy pulls out of your ass, leaving you whimpering and wanting. Luckily he fills you again with his thick scaly, tail, every ridge setting off another wet spasm. You see his cock pressing against your groin...you see your flesh part for him...you feel him stretching your new, virgin cunt around his hard, cum filled cock. You have your answers, and though you know you should be terrified by them, but it all feels so demonically delicious that you don't care what happens to you as long as you keep getting fucked.

Your new cunt is the hole you never knew you needed. It's even hungrier than your throatcunt and more sensitive than asscunt. It draws out massive, monstrous orgasms from your frail, fertile body, and it milks his cock **** for his cum. You aren't sure if you even can get pregnant in this bimbofied new body, but every cum starved cell is begging to try...finally you feel him swell inside you, feel the tiniest twitch...and you know...it's feeding time...

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" You wail like a bird...blissful...brainless...filled to the brim with a war champion's cum. Your body absorbs his stud seed and you sink deeper into new depths of debauched delights. This is what you NEED all you ever want. And as you see the Dean stamp your paperwork "FEMALE: BREED STOCK" you know you'll never have to worry about going hungry again...

You begin to get hungry for more cum, but Dean Deimos is busy with paperwork. Your hunger fills you like the worst pain you've ever felt, and it brings back those panicked doubts, now screaming loud enough to split your skull?! What have I done?! I'm not a woman! I don't want to be a breed bitch! Maybe I can still tell him I changed my...

FOOP

Before you can speak, the Dean moves his talons in an ancient pattern and you are transported out of his office as instantly as you arrived. You scan your surroundings, but its so dark. You try to move, but you are bound. Your heart races, you try to cry out, but it's as if you have been mystically muzzled. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out but your treacherous tongue, drooling dumbly on the dirt floor.

Suddenly you hear a raw, raspy throat behind you. "Ah...the new womb. Well...not for the first few days actually. We have to fuck you a lot more before you can get pregnant. That's my job. Incubi can fuck for days...not that you'll ever get to find out. Now just have fun, once we get you a nice new womb, you'll get to fuck everything from minotaurs to werewolves."

You want to tell him there's been a mistake. You're a student, not livestock...but then his cock fills your cunt, snakes inside you...his tail soon fills your ass and his tongue your throat. You feel so horny, so hungry...and after that instant, you never think about anything but getting fucked ever again...and you never have to worry your pretty little head about your future, because you don't have one.

You are just a willing womb, and you lived...