Something Strange Catches My Eye
My first thought upon waking was,
Something strange is in sight.
If you asked what was strange... first off, the scenery.
It wasn't the familiar view of my rundown studio apartment where I usually woke up.
It was the Abandoned Cabin.
The furniture looked ominous too.
Dust piled up thick like it hadn't been touched in ages, spiderwebs clinging here and there.
Even a crappy studio wouldn't be this bad.
But waking up in some unknown place wasn't a huge deal by itself.
I could just chalk it up to being kidnapped by some mystery creep.
Actually, on second thought, that last bit needs a slight correction.
It is a big deal, but not incomprehensible.
It's within the realm of reality... something like that?
Anyway, more importantly—
I lifted the soft, jiggly mounds entering my field of vision.
Why the hell do I have tits?
A brief wave of bewilderment washed over me.
Hmm... should I just cop a feel for now?
And right away, another thought hit.
Thinking it over, yeah.
Even if they were my tits now, they were still a woman's.
Opportunities to grope them freely probably didn't come often.
I didn't know if I could change back or not, but I couldn't rule out suddenly poofing back to normal.
If that happened, I'd lose this hard-won "tit access pass."
To avoid regrets if shit hit the fan, I decided to get my fill now.
Squish squish, knead knead, slap slap.
A few minutes passed like that.
After a few minutes, my hands got used to the feel, and it wasn't even that fun anymore.
My tits didn't hurt, but they felt a bit sore, so I wanted to stop.
But then one idea flashed through my mind.
Could I suck on them?
Curiosity about the sensation pulled me in.
I lifted a tit to my mouth and latched on.
I hoisted it up to my lips.
The breast deformed, stretching upward in an ugly, ridiculous shape.
Even I thought it looked pathetic and funny, but who cares?
No one was around to see.
Nom nom, slurp slurp, suck suck.
At first, it just felt like warm flesh in my mouth.
But when I consciously teased the nipple, something different stirred.
A ticklish itch... with a sharp tingle running through.
Hm? Tingle...?
An unfamiliar jolt of stimulation.
I nearly dropped the tit without thinking.
I should've stopped there... but maybe instinct kicked in—you don't let go once you've grabbed hold?
Before my brain could process, my mouth chomped down again.
"Gaaahhh!"
Failed to control my strength! I'd bitten down with my teeth for real.
I released the breast and checked the bite mark.
A bright red imprint stood out starkly against my brown skin, with a bit of blood trickling.
Fang marks from sharp canines.
Fucking hurts... oh, and the nipple's hard too.
While inspecting my tit, I noticed the nipple was erect as a bonus.
I considered rolling around in agony for a bit, but that'd just cover me in dust, so nah.
Instead, I rubbed the sore spot a few times with my hand and called it quits on the fun.
I approached the dusty mirror in the room.
No cracks visible.
If I just wipe off the dust, it should work fine...
I carefully lifted a blanket from the nearby bed and pulled out the pillow inside.
I used it to wipe downward without kicking up dust.
I sneezed a few times from the dust, but it was minor.
Once the mirror reflected clearly, one thing was obvious at a glance.
I've completely changed.
The shock wasn't as big as I'd expected.
Why? ... Hell if I know.
Probably no one can precisely pinpoint every reason for their emotions.
But if I had to give a plausible excuse,
The body I was born with just got familiar over time—I didn't choose it. What's the difference now?
Or,
Even if I freak out, there's nothing I can do, so might as well roll with it, right?
More than that, I wondered how this was possible, but that seemed like a cosmic mystery on par with "How does the world exist?"
So I decided not to dwell.
Anyway, pretty hot.
I stared at my reflection.
No clothes, fully nude, so I could check everything.
Deep brown skin jumped out first.
Silver hair reaching down to my hips.
Red eyes, slightly pointed ears, nails black as obsidian.
A voluptuous figure with distinct hips and waist, plus wings and a tail—pure Succubus by looks alone.
Succubus, huh...
Creatures that enchant people and suck their vital energy.
Depending on the media, a race whose heads were filled with nothing but lewd shit.
Sex on legs.
Does that mean I have to suck vital energy to survive now?
Nah, who knows.
Maybe I just look like this—no succubus blood, no vital energy cravings, just eat normal food like anyone.
Couldn't tell right now anyway.
Table that for later; time to finish scoping the body.
Check the mouth first.
Canines a bit sharper? Kinda ambiguous.
Taste buds obviously needed testing, so I stuck out my tongue and rubbed a finger on it.
Hmm... salty.
Good, taste worked fine.
But why's my tongue like this?
It felt like I could stretch it forever, so I trusted the instinct and extended it fully.
It reached down to my collarbone, super flexible.
Wonder what it's for...
I playfully wrapped it around a finger while pondering.
…
Some plausible but not-yet-welcome scenes flashed by.
Scenes of using this tongue for heh heh...
But no jumping to conclusions.
Maybe it's a pure, noble race despite the looks?
Could be for licking ants out of holes or something.
But I don't wanna do that either.
I imagined musty dirt and the taste of ants I'd never tried.
Ugh... fellatio or ants...
Both sucked.
Paused future-fantasizing and returned to the present.
Time to examine the tail and wings that'd been bugging me.
The black, slightly thick tail hung to my ankles.
Smooth texture; pressing made it give a tiny bit before hitting bone.
Not much meat on the tail itself.
Heart-shaped pattern at the tip—purpose unknown.
Felt like jelly, kinda nice.
Wonder if pulling hurts?
I tugged, half-expecting it to pop off like a power cord.
Dull pulling sensation, but no extra pain compared to other body parts.
Next, wings.
Folded, maybe 20cm across.
Turned my back to the mirror for a close look—they folded like a fan in layers.
Spread wide: nearly ten times bigger, about 2 meters or a tad more.
Bat-wing design, but black with faint dark-red veins visible up close.
Felt the texture with my hand.
Rubbed gently with fingers...
Like thin leather gloves, but warmer; veins had slight ridges.
Can it really be this thin?
Wondered if strong wind or scratches would tear it.
Scratched lightly with a nail.
Surprisingly elastic and stretchy; didn't tear easy.
More like it'd stretch if snagged.
Can I fly?
Quick experiment: spread wings fully and flapped short.
*Cough cough!* ... *Grahk...*
Forgot the room was a dust pit from all the body-checking.
Flying test later.
I neatly folded the wings.
Fold and unfold speed was insane—under a second.
Checked the rest of the body thoroughly.
Tits: handful with some spillover; nipples still perky... enough from earlier groping.
Height: average, maybe a smidge under.
Lower down: hairless pussy.
Grabbed and spread with fingers.
Looked like a standard human woman's setup.
Wild, though.
Yesterday it was a protruding dick; now this instead.
Fresh feeling that this could take insertions.
Rubbed externally, then slipped a finger in.
Expected resistance, but it slid right in smooth.
Less "inserting," more "sucked in"?
Finger coated in slick juices.
Now I noticed some drooling from pussy lips and thighs too—normal secretion?
Found the juices; sampled a bit.
Dabbed on finger, to mouth.
Oh...
Sweet, like syrup more than pussy juice.
Modern folks might go, "What, corn syrup?" or "Liquid fructose?"
In a world short on sugar, maybe succubus juice farms squeezing virgins dry.
"Virgin Succubus Nectar: 500ml for 50 gold!"
"Heh, kid... virgin succubi? In this world? Tsk tsk."
Tasted it; back to fingering.
Pussy clenched and twitched faithfully around the intruder.
Not conscious movement—like a separate creature.
Felt like it sensed the finger's shape and stimulated accordingly. Delusion?
Maybe like an octopus.
Popped into mind.
Octopus: brain in center, but tentacles think independently.
Nah.
Shook it off as exaggeration, chuckled.
Now scrape walls, go deeper, tease more.
These nails would hurt for sure.
Scraped anyway; not painful—ticklish pleasure instead.
"Hng, nng...!"
Toes curled, body tensed.
Finger squelching louder, faster.
Wanna keep going, but felt unsatisfying like this.
If doing it, test limits first.
Something bigger to fit?
Looked around, opened drawers.
Mostly empty, but found a glass bottle.
Clean, no dust—been in the drawer.
Soju bottle shape: narrow neck, thick and fat base.
Held it to my pussy.
Will it fit?
Not pure lust.
Just elasticity, structure, durability test. Lust... byproduct.
Fuu...
Relaxed and tried inserting.
Didn't really expect it to go.
Planned to stop at the entrance.
But nope—it slurped right in.
No resistance; stretched to fit, gulped gulp.
"Wha...?"
Palmed belly; felt the bottle's shape under skin.
No discomfort. Just fullness, heavy pressure.
"A living inventory...?"
So spacious, elastic—could I walk around with stuff inside?
No way, what if it breaks.
Imagined shards inside from impact—shudder.
Yanked the bottle out quick.
Coated thick in sticky juices.
Thrusting in and out probably won't break it...
Kinda disappointed.
Just once more? Yeah, fine.
Nothing else handy.
Not keeping it in forever—just temporary.
Sat lightly on bed, brought thick end back to pussy.
One hand teased the non-bleeding nipple.