Svetlana Has a Solution...

Breanna's words had barely left her lips as Svetlana’ tail struck with blurring speed. Nicole’s face barely had time to wince in pain before her first gasps of pleasure escaped her.

Nicole cursed herself for having not noticed they were so close, she tried to question why she felt so entranced having stared and watched in abhorrent terror, and fought off the need to watch the arousing and enticing sexual displays that she consciously denied to acknowledge.

Nicole felt her skin radiating with growing heat, hands instinctively clawing at her clothes as they all felt tighter, itchier, and way too warm upon her body. Nicole shifted awkwardly trying not to think about her craving to feel all over herself, her arousal, or the growing wetness between her legs. Nicole watched as assorted hands and phallic tails embraced and felt all over Breanna, lips kissing and nipping at her as the audience embraced their willing entrant into their legion.

Nicole tried to look away, Breanna's moans and gasps tugging even further on her senses, Nicole’s eyes trying to find something else to look away at, and lock on to. Only to helplessly drift back with need and desire to not miss anything, to soak in the scene before her as her body tugged at her mind with wanton desire.

Nicole fought to hold her hands rigid, pulling the bottom hem of her dress fully down, her hands tugging it upwards with the slightest distraction of deliberate focus as she fought her bodies desire to just pull it off.

Nicole's mouth flexed open and close, salivating as her tongue shifted anxiously, craving something to lap at, to fill its strangely hungering void. Nicole bit her lip in growing envy, jealous, and sexual frustration.

Nicole **** herself to finally look away and focus on something, her eyes locking on her discarded phone, her mind conjuring thoughts of the Tiktoks… Her deliberate and hard fought attempt at fending off the venom faltering as she contemplated which ones she would’ve gladly jumped on. Rolling her head to one side clenching her eyes shut trying to purge the thoughts her mind started lining them up with the creatures present, and she imagined rolling her head just like this atop a cock in orgasm. No longer could she conjure thought of human men, naked bestial demons replacing each human she thought to try clinging to.

Trying to conjure safe thoughts and images all she did was begin imagining perverted version of the men she knew, gasps and moans seeping through pursed lips as she thought of their approach and using her as she needlessly resisted the wanton desire she was fighting herself still against. Co-workers, clients, friends, even thoughts of family twisted into naked fucking demonic perversions of the people she knew. Initially each image, each though started with their naked aproach as the corruption took hold changing them as they came to use Nicole. Slowly it changed, as closer friends, and family where themselves changed by the increasingly perverse and wanton visions of Nicole being used by them. Each new idea causing more twitching, and shifting with strangely more desire on Nicole's increasingly craven part.

Breanna was getting to fuck all the things Nicole had thought about… Breanna might get to fuck all the things Nicole was now thinking about, Nicole felt anxiety, panic, and concerns. Those feeling twisted from their source to want to protect those she knew to want to be the one they fucked and enjoyed.

Gasping in relief Nicole bit her lip hard. Unable to stop herself her fists pressed against her mons again. The searing pain of her bitten lip feeding the torrent of hunger for sensation and pleasure broiling her body.

Glaring at Breanna with contempt she couldn’t help but envy her friend.

As sex increasingly took prominence in her thoughts Nicole’s body began manifesting its corruption. The dress clung tighter to her ass, feeling as if it had been stretched too far as her hips flared and ass inflated, lifting the bottom seam. Her chest felt heavily restrained as her breasts pressed harder against its support, and containment, nipples reaching outwards through bra padding and dress fabric beckoning for attention through tightening constraints.

Despite that and her growing sensitivity to pleasure Nicole continued fighting to be stalwart.

Even as her dress was released from the balled fists, her body trembling as splayed fingers stretched across exposed leg grabbing and rubbing at thigh flesh as they fidgetted under the pressure as they pressed down between clamped legs and brush against her mons.

Breanna wasn’t feeling much better off, moaning and groaning her mind stirred with the mandate they had whispered to her. Biting a lip Breanna wondered if she could stand to wait much longer.

“Nee…. Cole… I… I… I… Neeed you…” Breanna gasped, her mouth pulled immediately into a lewd kiss. Breanna’s tongue felt inexperienced and inadequate wrestling with the sultry demonic one as she received this sparse reward for doing their bidding.

The pleaded moans and gasps rocked Nicole’s corrupted mind, her mind flashed through assorted sex acts that she was both familiar and unfamiliar with, the Idol’s influence growing louder, and more powerful in Nicole’s mind.

Eric the minotaur laid flat next to Breanna, the now raven haired slut not missing a chance as she shuffled over and impaled herself with perverse relief on the animalistic shaft, careful to face Nicole as she took the next step down in her descent to depravity. “OH FUCK….” Breanna screamed in pleasure before gasping, cursing herself for not even being done lowering herself down upon the fuck stick she was impaled upon. “Fuck.. Nee… cole… These… things… they’re…. They’re…. They’re going to fuck me…. Like the animals…. They… me…. We….. are….” Breanna moaned as she slowly stretched, and slipped further down the giant cock moaning loudly, her moan muting with a breathless gasp as a set of hands set upon her shoulders from behind and **** Breanna down the last half of the cock bottoming her out. Heather laughed proudly at what she had done turning to make out with Jason as Breanna was given barely a moment to recover from being stretched so fully, being pressed forward as Paul mounted her ass to incoherent screams of pleasure.

Until James gagged them with his equine cock.

Nicole felt the hands on her shoulders, she wanted to shrug them off, to pull free, but found herself limply basking in their firm hold and guiding touch. Heather and Svetlana pulled Nicole around , giving her a side view of Breanna as she broke free from James’s cock gasping a deep breath, before diving onto Jason’s enthusiastically with a joyous glance to her friend.

“To think, I almost didn’t invite you two…” Heather’s sultry voice teased at Nicole’s ear, her body seeming paralyzed as she felt her broad dress straps pulled down, then ripped as the outfit failed to expose her breasts to Svetlana's scaly lips.

“I’m glad I did though.” Nicole fought the moan squeezing out between clenched teeth and lips, basking in the touch of Heather’s lips on her neck, and the serpent tongue flicking and teasing the turgid nipples atop her large C cup breasts as they became free of the unsupported dress, and released bra.

“Better still, you get to watch Breanna pick what she becomes…. Most of us don’t get the choice.” Placing her hands on Nicole’s temples, Heather laughed as she held the blonde woman’s head still. Nicole squirming suddenly as she felt the foreign sensation of what felt like her own cock being sucked on expertly by Breanna as Heather channeled her empathic link from her husband into the mundane resistant blonde.

“She’ssss going to be ssso perfect. Then we’ll change you nexxssst…” Svetlana hissed squeezing Nicole’s breasts and gazing down to chuckle as she glimpsed the spread fidgeting hands pressing down and massaging Nicole’s nether regions between clenched legs.

As Paul and Eric came deep within Breanna their seed supercharged the feed back loop of her corruption. Cum spilling from her lips and across her face as each of the demons she was pleasing came in turn.

Smiling at Heather Jason lay down, Breanna’s increasingly limp, sexually overwhelmed body lifted from Eric’s cock and lowered onto the incubus as the assorted variants of the Idol's legion switched places fucking their newest wanton member thoroughly as her human form was overwhelmed, her mind lost in the sensations as the emergent darkness within her was fed and nourished.

Nicole watched her increasingly limp friend's hypersexualized human form get passed around and used like the sex doll Breanna had become, all as Breana's new perverted character slowly grew more aware, and slowly decided just which of the Idol's perversions she would take after.

The herd of the noble steed, strong, proud, a prestigious place for someone who thinks too much of themself.

The pack of the wild dogs, fast hunters of primordial fear, proper manifestations of the dogs and bitches that all men and women truly were.

The legion of succubi and incubi, true demonic perversion of human sexuality, amplified into pinnacle manifestations of pornographic desire.

The den of serpents and lizards people, hardened to their primordial instincts to hunt and spread in the Idol's will.

The parade of elephant demons, strong, sturdy, and almost indifferent to those who try to stay in their way and those who are impaled and fall to their corrupting tusks.