Keep pumping that dick

Josh thinks the devil you know is better than the devil you don't, as he begins rubbing his dick. It doesn't take many breaths before the familiar ejaculating sensation returns, coating his hands with his sweet black cum. He starts licking and suddenly something spurts out at the base of his rear. He looks around to find he's also become the proud owner of a heart shaped butt, but on top of those jiggling cheeks, there now rests a three foot long tail with a little spade at the end.

Another lick, and the pressure of the horns on his forehead is released as they slide pleasurably out of his skin, growing to become three inch long goat nubs following the line of his forehead. Another lick and he feels something flutter on his back as small leathery wings begin to pleasurably tear out from his skin.

Another lick, and suddenly Josh felt a new pressure on his dick. Looking down, he could see it was squirting eagerly, but it was slowly shrinking down in size. within a few breaths it was only a few inches long. Another few breaths, and it was barely the size of the last joint of a pinky finger. The folds above Josh new clit crawled up and embraced the vestiges of Josh' dick, where it fused with the clit with a final squirt of black fluid as the tract closed.

Josh would have felt sad about his loss of his manhood, if he didn't feel so good rubbing his folds and clit. Even if his former dick was a gusher, this new pussy was no slouch either. Once he began giving it attention, it too began dripping a lovely black fluid, though with a slightly different smell. Josh gave it a taste and felt a pressure in his chest, breasts straining against his top, which also seemed to have cone from a casual cotton to something more shiny and stretchy with mere strings over his shoulders for support, the bottom now hidden beneath his breasts and snug against his chest.

A few more fingers of juice from his dark blue girl folds and his curves filled out a bit more. His face became even more feminine, and his feet became so small and dainty he began to wonder if hooves was a part of the solution. He cried out in ecstasy as he rubbed himself to a climax, finding himself buckling against the basin on his long legs, but managing to stay on his feet.

A few minutes later, Josh was examining what had been his jeans less than half an hour back. what had been denim was now latex, and it had become black micro shorts. his white socks had become wide-masked stockings, his office shoes had become dark high heels, and his boxers turned briefs had become nothing more than a cooch-covering thong, barely big enough to wrap around the inner lips of his fat and glistening new vulva.

Josh was... feeling surprisingly neutral about this. If anything, some part of his mind was looking forward to wearing this sort of outfit. To show off this sexy body of his..? hers? Was Josh looking to cross the social gender fence on top of being thrown over it? Was Josh a good name for a jiggling cunt-wielding demon girl? Was work going to call and ask where the hell he/she was?