A fittingly monstrous appearance

John had been cycling through a bunch of fantasies but with a single snap of his fingers his body began to focus on one. He'd already had his fantasies before but now that he had this power and after what a brief exposure to Melanie had done to him John wasn't just content to let her have all the fun.

Johnfelt his core muscles tighten as his body became leaner and more muscular growing about half a foot in height and straining the fabric of his clothing. He shuddered watching as his fingernails turned black morphing into incredibly functional claws. His hands grew thicker but no less dexterous. His teeth began to sharpen in his mouth although he wouldn't be gaining as much sustenance from food instead his new diet would be the corruption of others. His skin was turning a rather fetching shade of burnished bronze as the beginnings of his tail burst out from his spine.

John let out a groan practically ripping his pants apart it is member began to grow and twist it wasn't exactly small to begin with but now it was easily foot long with a large knob that would mark any womb he penetrated. It didn't rob the person he was having sex with of any sensitivity, but it would make sure that they would never be satisfied as they were with him, not unless he decided to fully corrupt them.

He grinned happily examining the scorpion tip of his tail opening up Stinger to reveal a long thick and veiny second cock perfect for pleasuring himself and others. His toes fused together forming three large talons and a dewclaw, perfect for balancing out his long sinuous tail. His barrel chest heaved with delight as every last inch of him below the neck became completely bald well up on top his head grew long and shaggy like the mane of a lion.

without any hesitation he got to his feet his masturbation forgotten in favour of something a little bit more forward he pulled back the shower curtain and grabbed his middle sister by the waist.

The only question was how was he going to pevert her before going downstairs. before she had a chance to react he pressed his mouth to hers his twisted tongue wrestling and muting any cries of resistance from Sophia.

was he going to snap his fingers or was he going to transform and corrupt her in the time honoured tradition