Professor Hannigan is Tempted

Rebecca didn't know why she drew the circle and runes in the middle of her living room. Perhaps it was the needling little text her girlfriend left her telling her she would be home late. Hannah had been home late nearly every night this week and the last. Maybe it was just boredom from the prospect of another empty night that drove her to do it.

Before she knew it, Rebecca Hannigan was sitting in the middle of an Adzuki virility circle, her hands unconsciously caressing the idol. Rebecca remembered when they first uncovered this unfortunate hunk of stone. The general purpose of it was apparent from the start, and her team's hunches only solidified further when they saw the murals. There were dozens upon dozens of artistic depictions of the Adzuki men with their hunky, bulging arms and very erect penises. If Rebecca hadn't been sure of her sexuality before then, she certainly was after. No thank you, Adzuki boys.

Hannah was a different story. Rebecca liked to lie to herself and do her best to believe her girlfriend liked men and women equally. In her heart, Rebecca knew it was a sham. She had seen the kinds of things Hannah looked up online. She had seen the yearning glances towards tall, well-built men as they walked down the street.

When Rebecca met Hannah, the girl was practically eating out of the palm of her hand. She remembered the beautiful blonde, fresh out of undergrad, still showing that supple beauty only the young possessed. At the time, Rebecca was an object of endless fascination. Nearly ten years Hannah's senior, full of knowledge and authority.

Then Hannah went corporate, becoming a lawyer at a big name law firm. She was the breadwinner. The adult. She had a "work husband" who she spent late nights collaborating with. As the years slipped by, a wedge formed between them. It started in the bedroom, where Rebecca was always failing to scratch Hannah's itch. From there, it seemed to spread to every facet of their lives. Hannah was always understanding, but Rebecca could see the dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Without thinking, the professor placed the idol down in the middle of the circle and began muttering under her breath as she became more and more upset.

I have given her every out in the world. She could leave at any time instead of going behind my back.

Rebecca's muttering intensified. Unbeknownst to her, an alien presence had worked itself into her mind. The aging lesbian's agitated, sexually frustrated mind provided fertile ground for its influence.

Rebecca spit out a curse at Hannah's "work husband", Ari. In her mind, she said "bastard", but the word "oonok" was what actually escaped her lips.

I'm forty three! She can start over, I can't. Doesn't she get this?

"Yaga Naklan!" she spit.

What does she see in that bastard? He's just a big, dumb hunk. God, you stupid slut, Hannah. Is a big dick enough to torch everything we've built?!

She felt so useless and weak. She knew she would never be able to compete in the bedroom. Why would Hannah stay with a scrawny, aging woman who wasn't even that attractive in her prime? It was all so hopeless.

Rebecca sobbed, her lips guided into a final chant, "Oonok!!!!!!"

A loud hum suddenly caught the professor's attention. She glanced down and saw the stone idol on the ground, its stone surface glowing with baleful green light.

"What the fuh?!"

With a crackle, a jet of glowing light erupted from the tip of the idol. The light stream arced through the air in a series of dazzling loops and swerves.

"What the hell is that?"

The tip of the thing seemed to respond to Rebecca's voice and lock onto her. In an instant, it rocketed towards the terrified professor. She tried to run, but it was much too fast. It darted into the leg of her left-pant leg and slithered up her inner thigh. It burned like acid as it rushed up her leg.

"Ah, no! Get out! Get out!"

It slithered under Rebecca's panties and found its target. Oonok was stronger now, invigorated by the corruption of his daughter-son. He was smarter too, understanding better how to work with the medium of female flesh. Pure, unfiltered essence of the dark God of manhood surged into Rebecca Hannigan's tiny clitoris, where it seemed to explode like a nuclear bomb.

Oonok, the God of the Adzukis, had always existed in the same clinical, hypothetical place in Rebecca's mind as Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Obviously, he wasn't real, right?

Oh how wrong she had been. He was real, and he was terrible. She could feel his pure essence; so potent and _masculine. _It surged into her pleasure bud like an invading army, **** and pillaging her soft, womanly flesh as it moved.

With what little control she still possessed, Rebecca unbutton and unzipped her slack and pulled them and her panties down. She needed to get this thing off of her before more of this odious beast's essence filled her.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. Oonok had direct access to the woman's mind. With Millie, there had been quibbling and debate. Oonok didn't bother this time. The pink haired one had loved her boy too much to easily reshape.

Rebecca was a different story. A woman who lusted for other women. Oonok thought it quite a novelty, and a useful one too. He fired every neuron responsible for lust and pleasure at once. The professor managed to get her fingers on her clit to detach the menacing stream of light only to be hit by the most intense sexual thoughts of her life.

"Ugh...uh...HANNAHHHHHH!"

She thought of the beautiful blonde. Her soft lips and bright eyes. Her tits! Oh God, she had nice tits. So full and squishable! Before she knew it, Rebecca was fingering her clit, fanning the unholy flames even harder.

"NO! STOP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

Oonok had his fingers deep inside Rebecca's mind. The parts responsible for sexual thoughts were growing bigger and denser, reshaping to match Oonok's mental patterns.

"GET OUT...STOP...TITS! PUSSY! FUCK!"

Rebecca's clitoris shot out like a mushroom growing under a time lapse. As it enlarged, her urges deepened and darkened. Her love of women had always been like a delicate flower, soft and sweet. Oonok twisted that beauty into something rougher and more intrusive.

"Stop!" Rebecca sobbed. "Stop...changing me!"

But the changes were only beginning. Her brain mutated rapidly, with the feminine parts shrinking and the masculine parts growing. She tried desperately to hold onto Hannah, keeping the love and sweetness close, but all she could think about were the woman's fantastic fucking tits!

The clit grew even bigger. Rebecca could now wrap her fingers around it. It felt different. So full of power and potential. She tentatively rubbed its length and felt fresh fantasies rush into her brain like bats out of a cave.

Hannah's tits were still so perky, even at 32 years old! She always smelled good, too. Like skin and sweetness. Her titties smelled good. Her pussy smelled good! So fucking good.

Rebecca grew and grew, packing inches of veiny length onto her tortured pleasure bud, which was now more of a rod. It was three inches long, then four, then five.

There were other girls besides Hannah. Beautiful, bosomy young undergrads squeezed into tight, revealing clothes. Rebecca knew it was wrong to think of them when she had a beautiful woman of her very own, but she just couldn't help it. Her thoughts were all changed. All the sexy, horny rushed like raging rivers while the moral thoughts moved at a trickle.

It was Rebecca's students that delivered her to Oonok fully. What had once been a lusty brush fire turned into a raging wildfire. There was Alicia Morrison with her big, full tits and bratty beauty. Jada Painter with her thick body and soft lips.

The sound of stretching skin and flesh filled the room as Rebecca's clitoris transformed. Oonok's essence filled every cell, switching off old genes while activating or even mutating others. The structure of the organ changed on a fundamental level, the tip bulging into a big purple glans while the shaft continued to surge upwards. Before long, Rebecca's new meat sword was well over a foot in length, and so thick that she couldn't wrap her fingers around it.

Rebecca stroked the throbbing soon-to-be-penis with both hands in order to milk as much pleasure as she could out of the behemoth. No matter how much she rubbed it, she never felt satisfied. It was so big and intrusive, taking up her entire crotch. Oonok had given her this humiliating monstrosity and now expected her to learn how to use it.

"Nghhh, this so wrong. These are my students I'm thinking about. It such a violation of...uh...oh fuck all of that. They're hot as shit and I want them!"

Rub! Rub! Rub! It wasn't enough, but she had to keep rubbing! She strained to try and encompass her meat with her stubby little fingers. As if to answer her corrupted prayers, a blush of aching pain erupted in both hands. Bones snapped and cracked as the fingers and palms expanded, nearly trippling in size in a matter of seconds. Fine red hairs sprouted on the backs of the hands as if to finish off the intense masculinization of the appendages.

"Oh God, my hands! What have you done to my..." Rebecca tentatively gripped her growing member. She could now fully wrap her fingers around it, and her grip felt much stronger, intensifying the pleasure. "Oh fuck me! You gave me, ngh, man hands!"

Rebecca rubbed harder and grew bigger.

"Big, strong, manly hands to rub this huge fucking clit-cock you gave me. Are you happy, Oonok? Is this punishment for digging up all of your shit? Well I'm not fucking sorry."

The woman's feistiness amused the dark god. It was strange to encounter a female with such fire in her soul. This woman was so much easier to change than the other, and her potential was greater.

Alicia Morrison became the focus of Rebecca's lusty agitation. Perhaps she had a thing for blondes. Alicia looked like a hotter, sluttier version of Hannah and that made the professor's brain go wild. She wanted the bimbo. _Needed _the bimbo. The thought of pinning the girl down and taking her was almost too much to bear.

More bones snapped and stretched as Rebecca's arms and legs stretched like putty. She looked up and saw the ceiling getting closer and closer. The growth was so painful, but also so satisfying! It made her feel stronger and more capable.

"Ugh, I _need _to fuck that BLONDE!" her voice cracked on blonde.

Rebecca moaned in forlorn shock, noticing how much huskier her voice was. She sounded like a teenage boy in the throws of puberty, and in a way, that was exactly what she had become.

She was getting closer. Oonok's power was concentrating deep inside of her, condensing into physical form. Her body continued sprout upwards and at the same time change shape. Her hips cinched in as her womb, and all of the untapped motherly potential it carried, collapsed. Her shoulders broadened. Her face grew bonier and sharper.

Hannah had long since been forgotten. She melted into a writhing mass of female flesh the world offered. After all, why order off the menu when you could get the buffet? Dark new thoughts fluttered through Rebecca's brain like birds of prey. She would fuck her way through her God forsaken college, breeding as many women as she could. It was a wretched idea for the lifelong feminist, but also irresistible, and the more she indulged it, the more she transformed to suit it.

Hair sprouted everywhere. Her armpits, her forearms, her legs. Ginger curls erupted like an autumn forest above her titan she-shaft. Hair even sprouted across her broad chest, with little stubbly bits filling the crevice between her swollen tits.

"This is wrong," Rebecca sobbed in her cracking teen-boy voice. "I'm a woman. I'm a lady! This body...these changes...they're all so wrong."

The last flickers of Rebecca's womanhood flared and then died out, replaced by an image of Alicia Morrison's big, bouncy knockers.

"OH GOD HELP ME! I CAN'T STOP IT!"

The pulse of Rebecca's first male orgasm ignited inside her mammoth shaft. Deep inside of her, two new leviathans stirred to life. They carried in them the corrupted hybrid essence of Oonok and Rebecca, merged together into one being. With one final stroke, Rebecca shrieked, her voice deepening as her vocal chords pushed out to form a prominent adam's apple. At the same moment, her new balls, each the size of a ripe orange, dropped, sealing her fate.

"YES! YES! I PLEDGE MYSELF TO YOU, OONOK! MAKE ME LIKE YOU! MAKE ME...MALE!!!!!!!"

Jets of glowing white jizz erupted from the shemale's massive cock. With each pump, her body swelled in size. Rippling, manly arms erupted out of the sleeves of her professional blouse. Thick, monstrous thighs did the same job on what remained of her slacks. Her whole body filled with muscle and strength. Her skin tightened and softened, her eyes brightened, and she seemed to lose decades of age.

When the orgasm finally finished after a solid minute, Rebecca lay in a puddle of her own seed, breathing deeply. Her mind raced to understand what happened to her. Carefully, she stood up on her new legs and looked down at the worlds she would soon dominate. Her penis jutted from between her legs like a fleshy lance. She cupped her big, hairy balls. Their size and fullness were so pleasant to feel. Years of feminist critiques on the nature of male sexuality seemed to fall apart as Rebecca felt things first hand. She felt so big and strong and masculine. It was hard to wrap her head around it. She just felt powerful.

There was the jangle of keys in a lock and the sound of a door opening. Hannah called out a greeting. Immediately, Rebecca's cock surged to full mast. Nothing would ever be the same. She was no longer a woman. No longer a member of that sacred sisterhood. She had urges she could not possibly control, and the strength to satisfy them, and satisfy them she would.