Yes, and harder than she ever thought possible

"Yes, yes, YES, I'M FUCKING CUMMINGGGGGGGAUUUUGGHH!!!" Whitney screamed, her slick cunt rippling and clenching around Aiden's huge length, coaxing more hot seed into her. "FUCK, MORE! I NEED MORE!!" she wailed, heedless of anything other than the explosion of pleasure she was experiencing, rocking her hips back and forth with ****.

At least, until her already heavy breasts trembled in her hands, her nipples hardening to the point of pain, and the flesh became firmer and started to push further out. With huge effort, Whitney focused through the remains of her orgasm on her chest, astonished to see her boobs growing before her very eyes.

"Wha-what is-?" she asked breathlessly, cupping her expanding breasts, hefting their new immense size. "This isn't possible..."

"It is," Aiden said, tracing his pale hands up the woman's slimming waist. "This and more. And you'll see it all." He cupped her tits and pinched her pointed nipples, sending Whitney crashing through another wave of euphoria. She came again, more changes washing through her. Her thighs became toned and sculpted, hips widening slightly as her waist finished narrowing, creating a sexual hourglass. Her eyes fluttered and changed to a firey auburn, lashes fluttering as her face molded itself into a perfected version of itself, lips plump and pillowy. Her hair came undone from its styled bun, flowing down her back in loose waves, changing from blonde to black. Her body seized again as a torrent of sexual thoughts and knowledge flowed into her, her mind rewired, personality changing from prude to prostitute. Delicate fangs poke out of her mouth and demonic appendages sprouted from her head, back, and butt. She released one last moan before collapsing, relishing in the aftershocks of her world-shattering orgasm.

Once she finally recovered, she looked around the banquet hall, watching the chaos. The party-goers were panicking, some trying to hide, others trying to escape. Two more demons, beautiful succubi, were by the main and staff doors, trapping a few people when they tried to rush past. A dark red demoness by the main door had a man and a woman sucking on her tits and a cock in her cunt, riding a young man hard. From the look on his face, his clenched muscles, and his growing frame, Whitney could tell he was also giving in to the power of these demons. The two at her chest looked like they were getting to that point as well, both eagerly sucking corrupting milk from the demon's nipples. The demoness, pale skinned with fire red hair, by the service door was similarly occupied, scissoring with a writhing woman and sucking a hard cock between her red lips.

Whitney also saw her own corrupter and a pink skinned demoness among the guests, pulling random individuals towards them for a sloppy kiss, a suck on a cock, a mouthful of cunt, or a spurt of cum. They tore through the terrified crowd, spreading their taint to as many as possible. Whitney saw a few even run towards them eagerly, happy to taste the unbridled sexuality the two exuded.

Everyone touched by the virus had a different reaction, some scrambling away like nothing had happened, others panting with heavy arousal. Whitney knew she saw a few wet patches appear on pants and skirts, the contact with the demons enough to drive them to spontaneous orgasm. A few stood stock-still, their eyes wide or clenched shut as they fought some internal battle. And a few collapsed on the spot, thrashing and screaming as their bodies were reforged in sinful perfection. Breasts grew out of dresses and asses stretched skirts to their limits. Cocks burst free of pants, shooting cum in every direction as they swelled to powerful new heights. Clothes were torn apart and discarded as the transforming guests abandoned their humanity, becoming sex demons like the ones that infected them.

It was only when she saw a new incubus grab a woman out of the terrified crowd of onlookers and impale her on his black cock that Whitney realized that she was a demon too. She could feel it now, the overwhelming desire to fuck and spread her master's gift to all of her friends and family. She rushed for one of the groomsmen, who was trying to hide behind a table, and pounced on him, frantically making out with him as she tore his pants apart, her cunt enveloping the hard length as she started to ride him, her new tits jiggling in time with her bounces.

"MMmm, yeah, gimme that cock. I'm gonna fuck you till you're a sexy stud like all of them," she said, whispering in the man's ear and dragging her huge tits across his covered chest. "I can't wait to see you burst out of that shirt and **** some slut until she becomes a whore like me. Now FUCK ME!" It wasn't more than a minute before the man was groaning in rapture, his warm seed flooding Whitney's clenching cunt, his infected balls filling her with more cum than he would normally produce in a week. "YES, JUST LIKE THAT! FILL MY DEMON SLIT WITH YOUR CUM! DON'T FUCKING STOP!!" the demoness cried, feeling the man's cock swell to greater size inside her as he gave in to the virus. "NEXT I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU FILL MY FUCKING ASS!! **** ME, YOU DEMON!"

All around the room, the chaos continued, wedding guests falling to corruption, some embracing the change, others fighting it with all their being. The transformed prowled the growing orgy, attacking and fucking anyone that caught their attention, seeking out more people to join their ranks.