Explore your tail.

"I'll uhm...just stay here." Jaime tosses a knowing wink over his shoulder and you almost cum in his pants. You feel like you are ready to burst. You strip out of your uniform the moment the door closes and feel the confounding yet curiously alluring changes wash over your body again.

It's even stronger than when you woke up or in the Dean's office. Somehow you realize that you HAVE to cum. You crawl over to a full length mirror on the closet door and take in your bizarre, bashful beauty. You wonder if your feminine features, like Jaime's are just a result of having a human mother. You tell yourself that if that's the case, there's no harm in a little experimentation to learn about your slutty new body. After all you can transform into a stud anytime if you focus hard enough...

Though it's hard to focus when your skin is so soft...so responsive to touch. It's like every exposed inch of flesh is made up of the sensitive skin from your cockhead...which, ironically, feels no more sensitive than the inside of your erogenous elbow. You writhe at your touch and you feel your tail throb and twist around your frail form. You look at your reflection, and for just a moment, you imagine that big breasted, birthing hipped, wasp waist, ample ass suckubus the Dean saw you ass.

Just like that you see her...a pure pornographic high fantasy made flesh. Your skin grows pinker, your hair longer and blonder, and your body contorts and swells to fulfill YOUR dark desire. Then you FEEL her...your fantasy becum reality has made your already over stimulated skin and needy body go into over drive. You feel a palpable pang of hunger in your deep, dark holes. You dare not touch yourself...vaguely remembering your vow from what feels like centuries ago. But then you SMELL her...pure sex in perfume form. An olfactory violation of pleasurably painful phermoans that make you have to TASTE her...

The tip of your tail is rubbing against your plump lips before you even realize it. Your surprisingly long, lithe tongue is wrapped around it before you can stop yourself. You are sucking it deeper and deeper down your horrifyingly, but not surprisingly gag-reflex-free throat before you can regret it. Just as your tail is super sensitive, so it your innately talented tongue and tight throat. Both feel like they are lined with thousands of tiny bulbous cockheads, throbbing against your hard flesh. At the same time, both are dripping and drooling a lubricating aphrodisiac all over your swelling shaft. It's like sucking and getting sucked at the same time. It's enough to make your head spin...

It is too much...too soon...you can't begin to process it, much less understand it. All you can do is keep starvingly sucking on your tail as it throbs and explodes a damningly delicious, creamy concoction down your eager throat, across your tantalized tongue, and spilling out of your plump, panting lips onto your heaving breasts. You feel like every atom of you is cumming. Your tongue lolls lewdy down to your belly button. Your eyes roll back into your head. For an instant, you have reached Nirvana, the cessation of desire...and then you come crashing down and the desire comes crawling...clawing back...

You see the cum coated coed in your mirror and your hands begin to explore and grope her exaggerated curves. When you grope your ass, breaking your ancient 8AM vow, you feel a hedonistic hunger like nothing before. Your tail moves on its own, curling until the slippery head is pushing against your drooling, throbbing, starving asshole. You wonder with a giddy, girly giggle if all incubi have "tasted" their tale with their ass. You wonder just how long Jaime's shower will be. And you wonder if maybe you should stop thinking such dirty thoughts and focus on cleaning yourself up before he gets back.