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A Curious Tail (story preview 3)
🕑 Added 2022-08-30 23:55:26 +0000 UTCWe continue on, that tail not yet through with our lucky guy :p
Jack curled forward, letting out an grueling yelp as the sides of his torso snapped inwards. His body then quickly bucked backwards the moment his lower spine snapped into deeper slope. His frame had been crushed into feminine shape with slender dips to his sides presenting a distinct hourglass shape. Raspy gasps of air followed as exhaustion gripped his body along with the tail. Barely able to lift an arm, he helplessly twitched as the tail squeezed him once more. All the excess fat that had been squeezed out of him was clogged beneath his chest and his tail was doing its best to press it forward, slowly sliding it up into his pecs.
The tail was wringing him out, body scrunching and shrinking under its grip. The way it hugged him like tight clothing caused him no confusion, he had the body shape of a woman now--sensual slopes, hills of mass, and buried networks of muscle all a testament to some otherworldly beauty he was being given. Even his arms and hands felt foreign, every inch of him becoming so gentle yet strong. His grip strength alone had increased ten-fold, noticing as he grabbed hold of his tail yet again in another desperate attempt at freedom. His fingers appeared so soft and as if they hadn’t experienced an ounce of harsh labor, but they carried an inhuman strength. Yet it still wasn’t enough, the tail’s own inhuman strength outclassing his own.
“No wait! STOOOP!”
Jack could feel it giving, the fat spilling into his chest about to explode. The tail sensing success, it hastened its pressure and heaved upwards, causing the man to hold onto the tail for dear life while his body was lifted, feet merely brushing the ground as he was forcibly arched back. It was violent and quick, clumps swirling in circles beneath his pecs and inflating them with supple fat. His nipples swelled and fired erect, leaking as they were raised higher into the air by the growing mounds below. The pleasurable heat was excruciating, like molten lava pressuring the surface to balloon. Before long his chest was large enough that it began flopping about from each expansion, a few of their kicks nearly hitting him in the face while he thrashed his head about. Tears streamed down his face from the ungodly pleasure, both tits looking swollen as they sagged over the clenched tail, cumming as profusely as his cock until they could grow no more.
Jack felt the tail lessen its pull once his tits finished, allowing him to collapse onto the toilet seat in a heap of his own fluids. As he sat relieved it was over a thought crossed his mind. He was happy they hadn’t grown any larger, settling on a respectable size that was not too big nor small. It made sense for a Princess to look appealing, but she didn’t want massive tits getting in the way of her duties as a warrior. Armor would be a bitch to wear.
He shook his head, confused by the cluster of odd concerns. Why did he just think that? He was a man, not a… princess?
He had little time to stew on it however, jolting to attention the moment he felt his serpentine tail yet again moving with purpose. The tip burrowed under his new cleavage, bringing a surprising spike in pleasure that quickly broke down his defenses while trying to grab it. It wriggled out topside and darted straight for his mouth, silencing any protest that was meant to come. His hands immediately went towards the tail’s end, fruitlessly trying to pry it out. The frills on the tail were tickling the back end of his mouth, causing him to loosen his grip. He was surprised at how easily he broke this time, his body quickly falling into the rhythmic thrusts of the tail slinking back and forth between his tits and within his mouth. He was reduced to a muffled, moaning mess, eyes fluttering as he embarrassingly submitted to the harassment he knew he could not break free from.
Jack was clearly nothing more than a plaything to this tail, his mouth a hole to be stuffed and his torso a plushie to be squeezed. His dick too felt inadequate to the sheer size of the tail grinding against it. It was as if it was flaunting its power over it, the scales dragging against the pathetic human rod and forcing more cum out. His two most sensitive points were caught in a game of Dom and Sub, and his human side was giving up, weakly spilling its seed in submission.
His mind swirling in conflict, Jack wondered, Why am I letting this happen? Why am I… Starting to want this?
After that troubling thought came to pass, Jack felt the bones in his face rattle with warmth. He features than began to scrunch and clench, like a pair of hands were harshly digging their fingers into his face and rearranging everything. It was mind-numbingly pleasant, any pain drowned out by the electrical bliss firing like veins across his face, shooting out like signals to his tail, dick, and tits--every erogenous zone ablaze. Amongst it all, the softening features of his face, the thinning of his brows, the plumping of his lips, came a new zone of heightened pleasure… his ears.
Jack’s eyes nearly rolled into his head as both his ears began to lengthen at the top into sharper tips. They were becoming more and more highly sensitive with each centimeter they grew. The canals of his ears opened up more, his sense of hearing expanding along with it. He could even hear the shuffling of feet form people outside in the museum, giving him the false hope that maybe just one of them might enter the bathroom and save him. But that was a fool’s wish, and he knew it within his heart. Besides, every pull onto his hardening, extending lobes, every invisible chisel taken to the sharpening of his ears, it was all such wondrous bliss! Why shouldn’t she revel in every moment of--!
Feeling his gag reflexes kick in, Jack began to hack, the tail recoiling out of his mouth as if he had spit it up at the mere thought of enjoying this as a woman. He gripped his head and heaved forward, shouting, “No! I’m not a woman!”
Everything went quiet, and he soon realized the tail had let go of him completely, now just sitting in a heap beneath him, the tip wagging about perplexed. The sense of dread was thick in the air however, as Jack realized the voice he had yelled out in was very much that of a woman.
