WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Gojo (My Dress-Up Darling) Futa Succubus TF and Sexual Content
WORDS: 10,000
Through the use of a special device known as a CosBand, Marin was supposed to transform herself into Mistress Gorna, a futa succubus that fits perfectly into an 18+ convention. However, Gojo's accidental activation of the accessory makes him come face to face with the devilish desires of his new form.
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Graciously thanking the hotel staff for bringing the package up to her room, Marin made her way back towards her mess. Careful not to step on the many cosplays in progress laid out on the floor, the young woman with long, blonde hair made her way over to the bed. Placing the package on the mattress, her eyes gleamed once she saw that it was courtesy of the CosBand company. Over the course of her cosplay career, she wasn’t a stranger to getting sponsorships. However, what she held in her possession was a high commodity amongst her peers as a perfect accessory for any costume.
Carefully opening up the box with her pink nails treated the young woman to a small, black box with a white eye engraved on the top. Popping open the lid, she locked on to the ebony black, metallic band inside. The accessory came with a large stack of papers inside, but she didn’t need to read them. After all, many sleepless nights of research had given her encyclopedic knowledge of the CosBand and its many supernatural features.
Handling the metal ring as if it were made of glass, Marin took her time examining every inch of it. While the older models had been weighed down by buttons, this version had left most of the settings to a phone app. The same one she had already installed to peruse the options if she ever had a chance to buy one of the bracelets herself.
Pulling up the app and connecting it to the device, Marin was momentarily overwhelmed with the variety of choices presented to her. Looking over the costumes spread out on the floor, she considered which setting would best fit with which outfit. As her eyes surveyed the area, she came to the conclusion that it would be a waste to simply cover up Gojo’s hard work. Instead, her mind focused on a certain character she had become recently obsessed with that seemed like a perfect test run for the CosBand’s abilities.
With Marin’s target in mind, she attempted to focus on getting every last detail correct. While she wanted to focus on the most obvious features at first, she kept getting side-tracked by various add-ons. Everything she ended up choosing was fitting for the character, albeit tinged by her own overexcitement. The end result was a collection of modifications that would be far past what a standard person should take on their first use of the Cosband. However, the temptation to see just how far she could push the device and her own body made her lock in the settings.
Moments before Marin pressed the button on the bracelet to activate the effects, she paused for a moment. Very much aware of the settings she was just about to unleash upon herself, she wasn’t sure if her body was as ready as her mind. A robe and slippers had been enough to accept a package, but she still had to get other parts of herself ready for the convention. Leaving the bracelet in its box, she promised it she would return soon before making her way over to the bathroom.
The sound of Marin closing the door behind her hid the arrival of someone else to the room. Being the only other person with the key, Gojo stepped in with his arms loaded down with supplies. Peeking out from his stack of boxes, the young man with spiky, black hair was well acquainted with putting the finishing touches on his cosplays at the last minute. Marin said that she only needed a few for the weekend, but he was still going to give it his best shot. Even if it meant having to skip the first day of convention activities for the sake of completing his work.
“Marin?” Gojo called out as he made his way to the bed. “Where are you?”
Hearing water running in the bathroom, Gojo knew that it was going to be a minute before his girlfriend was ready. Unwilling to hold his boxes for that long, he carefully placed them down on the mattress. As he pulled away, he noticed the CosBand box sitting out in the open. In Marin’s rush to look at the object, all of the papers and packaging had been spread out to obscure what the bracelet was.
Not knowing what he was grasping, Gojo picked up the CosBand and clamped it on his arm. Looking it over, he fell a strange allure emanating from the white eye etched into the inner ring. A twist of the dial on the side tightened the bracelet around his wrist. As he was trying to figure out how to get off, a single flick of his finger was enough to activate the device.
It started with a dull buzz emanating from the band. The sensation was so minor, Gojo at first thought it was nothing more than a chill created by a draft from the air conditioner. However, he was forced to accept that something was off as tingling came alongside a mild warmth. While it wasn’t painful, it was enough to get him to give a second glance at the bracelet. An attempt was made to reach out and figure out how to remove it, but that was stopped by him becoming momentarily blinded.
Trembling in fear, Gojo brought his hand up to his face to figure out what was going on. He was prevented from touching his eyes as his palm pressed up against long locks of hair that reached down past his waist. Moving the follicles aside revealed them to be a deep shade of crimson that looked far from realistic. Giving the hairs a tug showed that they were indeed real and that they were attached to his scalp.
The gasp that left Gojo’s lips from the discovery only worsened his fear as he heard the higher pitch to his voice. Touching his face revealed softer angles and puffier lips. Pulling his hand away showed that his digits had become slenderer to go along with his slimmer arms. Following the limbs towards his torso revealed that the rest of his body was going through similar changes.
Gojo’s pursed his lips as he felt a warmth focus around his chest. The formerly baggy, blue hakama grew taut as something began to fill it out. Peeking open the fabric, he got to watch as his pecs pressed forwards to create a distinct bosom. Though the new set of breasts were smaller than Marin’s, they were more than enough to add to his mental strain.
The same sensation got him to look over his shoulder. Frantically trying to figure out what was going on, he whipped aside his hair, not noticing at the time that his ears had gained pointed tips. His attention was currently focused on the way his mid-section became slimmer to give some extra emphasis on his curvier rear as it appeared to strain his pants.
Again, the warm sensation called for Gojo’s attention elsewhere. This time, he felt something shifting around his groin. In a panic, he quickly grabbed at his crotch to ensure that his manhood was still there. While he could still feel his cock and balls, they seemed higher than they were supposed to be. Once he pressed against his pants and felt folds within, he couldn’t help letting out a much louder scream.
“Hey!” Marin shouted, coming running out of the bathroom with only a towel covering her body. “What’s going on…”
Marin was left stunned as she spotted Gojo. At first glance she assumed that a stranger had waltzed into her room by mistake. However, the look in his eyes and the way he looked at her for help made it clear who he was. While she also had the assistance of his clothing for identification, that didn’t last long.
Gojo’s hold over his groin was interrupted as his pants began to unweave. His frantic attempt to cover himself up was all for naught as the fabric formed themselves into a set of heart-shaped panties. Though some of the threads reformed into a skirt to cover up his prominent bulge, it couldn’t prevent the red sheen that appeared on his cheeks that were just a few shades darker than the pink coloring of his new, lower attire.
The pair of breasts Gojo had gained were given a chance to be shown off as a heart-shaped hole opened up in the front of his shirt. The cleavage was smaller than Marin’s, but it was more than enough to leave him flustered. An attempt was made to lift the hem of his shirt over the opening, but the threads shimmied up his torso to leave his mid-drift bare. The extra fabric was instead used to create a set of puffy arm sleeves to leave his slender limbs bare while completing his tube top.
Awkwardly stumbling around from his sandals being turned into a set of black-stiletto heels, Gojo felt something slide across his backside. Daring to look back at the curvy rear once more, he saw a long, red tail lazily swinging around. The new appendage came with a pointed tip that gave him the first clue to the true nature of his current form.
Gojo’s second hint came in the form of small, red bat wings that appeared from his upper back. The flittering pair seemed far too small to actually lift him up. However, they served as perfect accents to the set of small, pointed red horns that emerged from his forehead that complete his demonic look.
“W-what’s going on?” Gojo asked, moving his red-painted fingers all across his body. “Why do I look like this? Is it the bracelet? Marin, do you know how I can get it off? Or at least how I can change back to-“ “MISTRESS GORNA!” Marin shouted out with child-like glee.
“W-what?” Gojo asked, rightfully confused.
“Mistress Gorna from A Futa Succubus’s Harem!” Marin replied, letting her towel loosely hand around her body as she grasped Gojo’s hands. “You look just like her. The red skin is missing and you’re not nearly as curvy, but you’re definitely a mirror image of the demonic mistress. I could totally see you sitting on a throne, with your feet propped up on one of your many servants as you order your new worshippers to give you a-“
“Hold on,” Gojo said, trying to deal with Marin’s usual over eagerness. “Is this all because of that strange bracelet I put on?”
“Yeah, it’s a CosBand,” Marin answered, holding up Gojo’s wrist to show off the accessory. “It’s a godsend for cosplayers. The company sent it to me to try out for the convention. But I guess you’re the one who’s going to give it a test run.”
“Wait, wait,” Gojo said as he shook his head, momentarily getting a few strands caught on his horns in the process. “I’m not going out like this. Tell me how to turn back to normal.”
Shrinking her smile down to a grin, Marin tilted her head in thought. “Hmm, that might not be the best idea,” she replied, reaching out to free the trapped hairs. “Especially since you’re not finished yet.”
Gojo’s tail flickered. “What do you mean?”
“I set some of the more ‘fun’ features to come into effect more gradually,” Marin explained; with the word fun feeling like a ton of brick weighing heavy on Gojo’s shoulders. “I figured it would give me time to really get into Mistress Gorna’s mindset. Not to mention the proportions.”
Slipping a hand off of Gojo’s wrist, Marin slid it across his bosom. “These are pretty impressive though. I can’t wait to see them when they fully grow out.” Going further down, she made a pass long his hips to give his buttocks a squeeze. “These are honestly a work in progress, but the tail more than makes up for it.” Coming back around, she took a close look at his navel. “Weird that the womb tattoo didn’t show up though.”
Putting her head level with his crotch, Marin very gently slid her thumb across the bulge in Gojo’s panties. “This has definitely gotten bigger than usual for you. Although, I wonder if I might have set the parameters a bit too high. Thank goodness this is an adult only convention, because otherwise we would easily get us thrown-“
Too busy handling Gojo’s body, Marin fully lost the grip on her towel. With her own figure fully exposed, a different type of warmth spread across his body to focus. Grinding his teeth together, he used the full extent of his willpower to hold back the barrage of urges that pushed him to act. While it was nothing new for him to feel things for Marin, something about this desire seemed much wilder and more carnal. In the back of his mind, he swore he could hear someone else’s voice in the distance; trying to push him to unleash these feelings upon her then and there.
“Whoops,” Marin said, quickly fixing up her towel and ending Gojo’s fight with temptation. “I know this con is 18+, but I still need to cover up for now. You have the band, so I might have to resort to one of my backup cosplays for today.”
“Marin, hold on,” Gojo said as she went through the collection of outfits. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to send me out like this. Shouldn’t we try to get in touch with the company? Maybe they can figure out how to get it off early.”
“You’ll be fine,” Marin said as she narrowed down her choices. “Besides, I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Having settled on her outfit, she stepped over to hand Gojo the other end of a chain leash. “I’ll be your loyal helper, my dear mistress.”
By all accounts, Gojo should have said no then and there. However, something about the way Marin said mistress sent a tingle from the tips of his horns to the very end of his tail. A pulse from his crotch filled his mind with alternatives to what they could do while the convention was going on. Rather then let the impulsive thoughts win, he realized what needed to be done.
“Alright,” Gojo said loosely grabbing the leash. “I’ll go. But if it becomes too much, we head back here. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress Gorna,” Marin said, smiling as she bowed towards him. “Now come with me,” she said, leading him into the bathroom. “We need to get ourselves touched up for our big debut.”
Thanks to the convention’s popularity, the space at the on-site hotel had filled up fast. While Marin had been able to find a spare room not far away from the venue, that still meant that a short walk separated the two of them from their destination. Unfortunately for Gojo, that meant having to very quickly come to terms with the way people reacted to his new appearance.
Awkwardly moving forward in his high-heeled shoes, Gojo tried to avoid the gaze of anyone he met. At the start of the ten-minute walk, the hotel staff and random people gave the expected looks of confusion. Further into the journey, he was able to spot other con visitors thanks to their choice of revealing clothing. However, whether his appearance was met with shock or encouragement, it was enough to make the short walk seem like it took an eternity.
Going along at a snail’s pace, it was only by the constant tugs of the leash held in Gojo’s hands that he was able to move forward. At the other end of the chain was a black collar currently clasped around Marin’s neck. Unable to use the CosBand herself, she had once again adorned herself in the black lolita dress and dark purple wig of Shizuka. Though her character had nothing to do with Gorna’s series, that didn’t matter. She wasn’t about to let go of the chance to have her Shizuka have the honor of being given to a proper master.
“Do I… really need to keep holding onto this?” Gojo asked as he jostled his end of the chain.
“Of course,” Marin replied as she took a few steps back towards him. “How else will people know you’re my mistress?”
“I know that, but I’m not sure if I can handle this for much longer,” he continued, clutching at the chain. “People are staring and I’m starting to feel certain ‘things’ inside of me.”
“Well don’t go crazy yet,” Marin a said, gently nudging Gojo through the last few steps. “We’re almost there.”
Getting through the doors, Gojo’s attention was immediately drawn towards the large banner over the registration area. “WELCOME TO SUCCU-CON!” was printed out in bold, red letters that could be seen throughout the hotel lobby. Looking away from the sign let Gojo see a plethora of other people in similarly skimpy attire casually walking around. Unlike him, none of the people in costume seemed to be concerned about what they were showing off or who was staring at them. Their confidence had an effect on Gojo that let his gaze linger on them without realizing that he was still being pulled along. He only came back to his senses once a lanyard with a weekend badge pass was put around his neck.
“Come on now,” Marin said as she fixed up any wrinkles in Gojo’s outfit. “We just got here. Don’t want to lose yourself this soon.”
“Sorry, I just need a moment to get a handle on things. Maybe we can find a seat or at least a quiet area for us to-“
“Is that Mistress Gorna?”
The call out immediately pointed Gojo and Marin’s attention towards a man with a camera. “Oh my god it is!” the man said, grinning from ear to ear as he looked up and down Gojo’s body. “Aside from the skin tone, you got everything perfect. Even down to the shape and girth of her-“
“L-let’s not talk about that,” Gojo quickly spoke up. “Did you… want a picture?” he offered, having become fully aware of the standard procedure thanks to Marin’s multiple cosplays.
Heartily agreeing, the camera man took his spot and waited. Trying to use Marin’s eager grin for motivation, Gojo followed her lead to get into the right position. Following her advice on what specific pose and expression to pick, she waited for the camera flash. As the picture was taken, something about it sent a shiver down his spine. While he couldn’t quite place what it was, there was a momentary warmth that affected both sets of his genitals.
“Thank you so much!” the camera man said before taking his leave.
“You did great!” Marin said, running up to grasp her boyfriend’s still shaking hands.
“R-really?” Gojo asked, hazarding to put on a nervous smile.
“Yeah. If this works out, maybe you’ll give me some competition.”
“Sorry to interrupt,” spoke up a woman standing back with a group of people. “Can we have some pictures as well?”
Spurred on by the eager faces, Gojo relented in giving the people what they wanted. Though Marin had to keep coaching him for the poses that were requested, eventually she was dragged off for a group wanting pictures of just her costume. However, by then Gojo had managed to get a good grip on how Mistress Gorna was supposed to act. Taking on more and more seductive poses, it was almost as if her voice was speaking into his ear. In the moments between taking pictures, he swore he could hear whispers of suggestions of what to do with his building excitement.
“Thank you again and good work on the red skin!”
The comment from the departing camera woman momentarily broke Gojo out of his trance. Looking down at his body, he saw a light redness spread across his skin. His immediate thought was that he had gotten sunburned from his walk over. However, even if at the time it had felt like an arduous journey, he hadn’t been outside that long. Before he started to move over to Marin to ask again about the specifics of the band’s settings, his path became blocked.
Gojo managed to stop himself mere moments before he ran into the person that was nearly half his size. Tilting his head down to loom over the stranger, he saw a head of long, white hair tied into a pair of ribbon-like pigtails. Looking past the bright, gold-colored bows, he was greeted with a modest set of curves adorned in a black sweater vest and matching, pleated skirt. Though at first he didn’t recognize the woman, that all changed once he got a good look at her eyes.
“Sajuna?” Gojo hazarded to ask. “Is that you?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” the white-haired girl replied, holding up her arm to show off another CosBand attached to her wrist. “Marin, I thought I told you to talk to me before trying on the bracelet,” she continued, jabbing a finger into Gojo’s gut. “These things are highly complicated and can’t be used carelessly. At the very least, you should have talked to me about doing a team cosplay with these.”
“OH MY GOD!” the real Marin cried out as she ran over. “Are you President Futadra from Aca-Dick-Me School Lessons?”
“Not so loud,” Sujuna replied, her cheeks momentarily flushing the same shade of red as Gojo’s. “Yes, I am, but who is this?” she asked as she gestured towards Gojo. “I thought you would be the one who would be wearing the CosBand.”
“Gojo beat me to it,” Marin replied. “I convinced him to give it a spin for the first run.”
“You did tell him about the side effects, right?” Sajuna pointed out.
“It’ll be fine,” Marin replied, bringing Gojo in close for a hug. “Most of the people here seem to be nice. Plus, I’ll be with him every step of the way.”
As much as Sajuna wanted to argue back, a defeated sigh instead left her lips. “Well, guess there’s no convincing you from here. Still, you could at least move away from the entrance. You’re going to cause a traffic block once the convention is in full swing.”
“I’m so sorry,” Gojo said, the apologetic bow he took making the whispers in his ear groan in distaste. “We’ll move right away.”
“Catch up with you later!” Marin called out as she and Gojo departed from Sajuna.
Now entering the convention area proper, it fully settled on the pair the kind of place it was. Succu-Con lived up to its name with the countless booths selling material that would get most people thrown out of other events. While they had seen countless body pillows before, never had they seen them so lewd or in such exotic shapes. Turning away from a full cushion meant to resemble a centaur, the couple walked past a wall of different sized dildos and plugs in a variety of textures. Upon arriving at the hentai section, they were left awestruck by the sheer number of aisles filled with everything from light romance to hardcore fetish porn.
“T-this is really impressive,” Gojo had to admit. “So where did you want to look first?”
Gojo took a moment to realize that he was talking to thin air. He managed to catch a glimpse of Marin as she ran amongst the collection to seek out any rare finds. Left by himself, he clacked his nails together as he tried not to look too embarrassed by what was happening. Trying to avoid other people’s eye contact, he thumbed through the nearest shelf in order to look busy. By complete accident, he ended up stumbling upon a very specific DVD.
Tilting his head to make sure that he was seeing it correctly, he pulled the box out from the shelf. Holding up the case in his hands, he saw a mirror image of his current outfit and curves. Given a proper look at the fictitious Mistress Gorna gave him a chance to reaffirm what his changes were all leading to. In the hopes of mentally preparing himself he turned over the box to see what the provocative animation was about.
“The demon realm is a treacherous place to be. That is why some seek haven in the realm of Mistress Gorna’s harem. While many attempt to usurp the succubus’s throne, they soon learn to heed the power of her mighty cock. In this world, the only way to survive is to serve the mistress in however she sees fit to use your body.”
Before Gojo realized what was happening, his breath was becoming heavy. The redness on his skin grew brighter as his mind lingered on the preview images on the back of the box. Tail twirling back and forth, he chewed on his lip as he tried to contend with the images that filled his head. It was if the full hentai was being beamed straight into his mind, with every last detail committed to memory as if he had lived it in-person.
Gojo’s breathing held fast as he was granted flashes of bringing a minotaur to its knees to suck his cock. His nipples became stiff at the false recollection of a group of women suckling his breasts for the sake of accepting a gift of power. A shiver went through his entire body as he seemed to relive the sensation of being taken from behind while he shoved his throbbing member inside of his latest servant. As more of these images of debauchery were displayed to him, his mouth began to twist into a wicked smile.
“Hey!” called out a voice, breaking Gojo out of his staring contest with the image of Mistress Gorna. Looking towards the source, he spotted the booth owner glaring at him behind his wide-rimmed glasses. “If you’re going to get off, don’t do it in front of the merchandise!”
The order struck a chord with Gojo’s self. As he started to open his mouth for an apology, something in the back of his mind got him to look over the shop owner. The scrawny form had little chance to actually do much to him. However, something about his figure seemed interesting to him. Without realizing it, he licked his lips as he put on a confident expression.
“Oh, do excuse me,” Gojo began, placing the box on the shelf. “I was just marveling at your wares.” Taking a step closer, he placed his hand on the booth worker’s shoulder. “It always pleases me to a see a servant who knows how to properly worship me.”
“Y-you don’t say,” the worker said, poorly hiding the way his eyes surveyed the succubus’s body.
“Oh of course,” Gojo continued under the guidance of this flow of energy. “Hmm, I wonder if I should reward you for showing off my greatness. Or maybe I should punish you for leaving it out for everyone to see my private acts?”
“I-I, um…” was all the worker could manage to get out.
“Your mistress will have to consider her options,” Gojo continued, tilting the man’s head up to have their lips mere inches apart. “Perhaps somewhere more private to allow me a chance to give a full examination on your worth as my potential pet.”
“Gojo!” Marin shouted out, running over with her arms weighed down by dozens of DVDs. “You have got to see this. They have the entire collection of Deviant Cult Denizens. Even the holiday special where they meet Santa at the hot spring and…”
Marin trailed off as she grew aware of the situation. On one side was the booth worker, looking about ready to pass out with his body slick with sweat. Opposite the clearly shaken gentleman, Gojo looked like he was in the exact position to devour him alive. Bringing her vision lower, it was hard for her to ignore the way the tight panties around her boyfriend’s crotch emphasized the extent of his lust.
“I think we should go,” Marin said, abandoning her collection on a table before grabbing Gojo’s hand and pulling him away. “Please store those away for me. I’ll be back.”
“S-sure,” the booth worker said as he fixed up his clothing.
“What happened back there?” Marin asked as she pulled Gojo aside.
“I don’t know,” Gojo said as he clasped his forehead. “There was just this urge that took over.”
“Did it hurt?”
“No, it felt… liberating,” Gojo replied, showing off his grin again as his sight shifted across Marin’s figure.
“Hey, snap out of it,” Marin said she shook his hands. “Sorry to be the voice of reason, but I don’t want you losing control. Okay?”
“Right, right,” Gojo said, trying to hold on to his usual modesty. “I’ll try to be better.”
Gojo’s promise was tested almost immediately as he was led through the convention area. While he could mostly ignore the various nude figurines and lewd prints for sale, he hadn’t counted on the cosplayers. Like him, they were all currently adorned in very little clothing, with some basically wearing nothing at all. Skintight leather caressed various types of curves. Restraints and ropes were placed in specific positions in order to entice people to take a closer look. Going past a pair of women dressed like other succubi, a single wink from them was enough to get the bulge in his pants to push forward once more.
“So many potential servants,” Gojo let flow from his lips without thinking. “They may be able to sate my hunger. Only if they know how to properly serve their mistress, of course.”
“What are you going on about?” Marin asked, her brain not wanting to piece together exactly what he meant.
“Er, nothing,” Gojo replied quickly snapping back to his usual persona. “I think I might be just a bit hungry.”
“Hold on let me see if I can… there! Follow me.”
Before Gojo could ask what Marin was talking about, she was busy leading him along by the leash around her neck. Very quickly becoming adept at running in high heels, he managed to keep up while holding onto the other side of the chain. His reward for staying in place with Marin was gaining access to a booth selling peculiar popsicles.
“Two please,” Marin said, handing over some cash to be presented with two, phallic shaped frozen treats. “Dig in when you’re ready,” she said, handing Gojo his before helping herself to her deep blue, penis-shaped popsicle.
Staring down at the red treat in front of him, Gojo had some obvious misgivings. Rather than linger on what he was about to put his mouth on, he instead tried to focus on putting some nourishment in his body to keep his urges in check. Bringing the popsicle to his lips to extract what little nutritional value could be taken from it, he paused for just a moment. The whispers in his ear were committed to offering an alternative method for enjoying the treat.
Flashing a smile, Gojo took his time slowly sliding his tongue along the tip of the popsicle. After passing over the head several times, he moved on to dragging his lips across the length of the shaft. Only after every inch of the popsicles had been touched by his mouth and tongue did he let it slip inside. Without any hesitation or struggle, he managed to deep throat the entire thing in one try. As she stood there, shifting the treat back and forth, he let out small moans while his free hand crept towards his groin. He only managed to get a few rubs against his throbbing cock before Marin thankfully took notice.
“Gojo, get a hold of yourself,” she said, snatching the popsicle out of his grip. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I… um,” Gojo began, left in a state of shock as the state of strawberry lingered on his tongue. “There’s something wrong with me I think.”
“We need to get you back to the room,” Marin said, more than a little impressed with how little of the popsicle remained from Gojo’s oral session. “I’ll look up the CosBand manual and try to reverse the effects.”
“N-no.”
“No?”
“Not yet,” Gojo said, hovering a hand over his groin as he showed a different hunger in his eyes. “My dear pet, I need some… attention. You mistress commands you.”
For just a moment, Marin felt a shudder go down her spine. Faced with her own temptations, the realization of just how many people were watching kept her urges in check. Looking over the crowd that had gathered around them to gawk, she tried to find a solution. Peering over the heads of others wanting to see just how far the succubus’s desires would push them, she managed to spot a banner that seemed to be like divine intervention.
“This way!” Marin said, leading Go with her leash again as she shoved through the gathering. “I know just what you need.”
The pair’s mad rush brought them to an elaborate vendor’s booth. Alongside the typical wares, there was a collection of small, one-person booths. From the miniature rooms a series of loud smacks could be heard, alongside guttural grunts and moans. A nearby sign gave some clarity to the situation through the phrase, “New Product Testing.” Too busy trying to deal with the lingering lust permeating the area, Gojo didn’t hear the explanation from the booth worker. He was left wide open as Marin dragged him over to push him into an empty booth.
“Do what you need to and let me know when you’re done!” Marin called out from the other side of the curtain.
Turning away from Marin, Gojo found himself staring at what looked like the bottom half of a woman’s torso sticking out of a hole in the wall. Giving the pair of fat ass cheeks a squeeze revealed them to be made of rubber. Further examination of the toy revealed two deep holes that had seen thorough use over the course of the convention’s run time. Not wanting to consider how well cleaned the toys were, he merely began to pull down his skirt in the hopes of finding some relief.
Upon sliding down his panties, Gojo’s mouth hung open as he saw his dick slip out. Even at a glance, he could tell that it had gained several inches alongside a bright shade of red since he had left the hotel room. Continuing to shift his underwear revealed further enhancement had gone into his backside. Bringing a hand up to his chest and giving his breasts a firm squeeze showed further growth that put his figure closer to the succubus he was trying to imitate.
Gojo’s immediate thought was wanting to turn back to Marin to ask about the exact nature of the CosBand’s settings again. However, his feet remained in place. Staring down at his red cock throbbing in unison with his leaking womanhood, he knew that something else needed to be done first. Letting the whispers run wild in his ears, he grabbed the sides of the toy and thrust forward.
The craftmanship of the false backside was shown appreciation from the hiss of pleasure that left Gojo’s lips. Sinking his nails into the rubber, he proceeded to move his hips back and forth with gradually building speed. Despite knowing how ridiculous he might have looked, the need to take care of his held back lust kept him moving. Moans left his mouth without remorse as he fully gave in to the desires he had been keeping in check since arriving at the convention.
Gritting his teeth, Gojo finally let himself release inside of the toy. His build up showed in the excess amount of cum that came flooding out from the orifice as he continued to pump. When he finally did pull away, his red cock was still throbbing and ready for more. Turning away from the well-used toy, he put on a devilish grin as he tucked away his member and stepped back out through the curtain.
Marin froze as she looked upon Gojo’s body. Though she hadn’t noticed his enhancements when she first rushed him into the booth, his outfit had been left disheveled enough to make them obviously apparent. Rather than be concerned about his bosom being larger than hers, his cock still pressing up the front of his panties, or the bright red tone that had completely covered his skin, what demanded her attention was the lustful look in his eyes that seemed solely focused on her.
“Such a good pet,” Gojo said, sauntering over to grasp at Marin’s chin. “So obedient to wait for your mistress to finish.”
“G-gojo?” Marin asked, shuddering as she felt his hot breath against her face.
“Hmm,” Gojo hummed as he ran his nails down her neck. “Am I truly so magnificent to you that you have forgotten my name? Oh, my poor pet. That won’t do.” Grasping the end of the leash, he gave it a tug to have her face plunge between her breasts. “Your mistress will have to fix that.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Jolting out of the succubus’s grasp, Marin looked towards the source to see a staff woman standing near the stall Gojo had just exited. Marin took on a similar expression of disbelief as the curtain was pulled aside. With the sight of the overfilled toy being shown, she involuntarily swallowed at the thought of what that would do to her own body.
“How the hell does one person do this?” the worker asked, turning around to glare at the culprit. “You two. Are you responsible for this?”
“Hehehe, sorry,” Marin replied, slipping out of Gojo’s grasp. “My friend is having an… off day. Maybe you can see it as a sign of how well your product works?”
“Fat chance,” the worker said, shoving a bucket and rag into Marin’s hands. “This is way beyond the average fuck and dump. You’re helping me clean this up.”
“Wait, but I’m not the one who did this. Gojo, please say something. “
Marin’s eyes went wide as she realized that the succubus had seemingly vanished. Looking out over the crowd, she could see the very tips of Gojo’s horns moving further and further away. Though she wanted to chase after him, the worker was steadfast in dragging her over to the booth in order to clean up the succubus’s mess.
“Not my intended punishment,” Gojo said with a finger to his lip, “but a lesson in humility regardless.” Turning away from Marin just as she started cleaning, the succubus continued to stroll through the convention area. “I’ll check in with her later,” he said, appealing to his former self’s thoughts secluded in the back of his mind. “For now, I need to do something to avoid dying from boredom.”
In truth, Gojo was spoiled for choice when it came to potential partners. Thanks to her latest enhancements, there didn’t seem to be anyone that could ignore her. Whether it was guys fawning over her curves or women staring at her bulge, she reveled in the attention. However, none of them seemed to be a good fit. He needed someone with a little more. Someone that could meld with his well of overwhelming lust.
As if an invisible string was tied around his waist, Gojo felt a tug in a specific direction. Ignoring the offer to join a trio of women dressed as magical girls in their hotel room, he instead followed the path through the crowd. Arriving at a bathroom, he tilted his head as he pondered how a single person could be letting off so much lust. Showing off his fanged teeth with a grin, he pushed onward to get a closer look.
Despite the crowd of people outside, the bathroom seemed to be empty. Following the essence brought Gojo towards a locked stall. Grasping at the handle and finding it shut tight, the thought passed through his head that he could easily take it off its hinges with his demonic strength. With a flap of his wings, he reminded himself that it would be rude to do such a violent act. Still, the need to sate his libido and curiosity made him towards the next stall to continue investigating the aura of desire.
Stepping inside, Gojo’s attention was immediately drawn towards a hole carved into the nearby wall. Closing the door behind him, he squatted down in order to get a better look at the opening. Just before he could bring his eye to the hole, he moved his head back as a throbbing cock was pushed through it.
“Well, well,” Gojo said as he let his fingers trace along the length of the shaft, “what do we have here?”
“H-hey,” called out an oddly familiar, female voice from the locked stall next door. “I heard this was the place to go to take care of… things. Could you please… you know… help me out?”
Gojo felt the cock in his hands shudder as he let out a laugh. “So very bold,” he said as he noticed the droplets of precum leak out onto his palm. “I suppose I can give you what you need. Just remember,” he said as he licked his lips, “you’ll have to pay me back in full.”
“W-wait, what are you-“
The voice on the other side devolved into a moan as Gojo swallowed up the entirety of the cock. Like it was second nature to him, he bobbed his head back and forth while his tongue slid along the shaft. His pointed ears perked up at each little gasp and moan from his partner, cluing him in to her rising pleasure. When the time came for the woman to release, he didn’t even flinch as he managed to swallow up the load. Keeping his lips tight around the base of the member, he worked his tongue along the cock’s length to ensure not a single drop was left. Releasing the shuddering dick with a loud POP, he took a moment to let himself enjoy the lingering taste of his liquid meal.
“An excellent flavor,” Gojo commented, wiping his mouth clean as he watched the cock become rigid again. “And such stamina as well.”
“P-please,” the woman said from the other side. “I need more. Can you do it again?”
“Hush now my pet,” he said, pressing his palm into the dick to gently shove it back through the hole. “I thought we agreed that this would be an even exchange. It is time to pay your mistress back.”
“W-what do you want me to do?” the voice asked, made up of equal parts fear and eagerness.
“Turn around and press your lower body up against the hole,” Gojo commanded. “I’ll give you the privilege of choosing where I take my turn.”
The sound of flesh being slammed into the wall next door widened Gojo’s grin. Placing his palms up against the divider, he pulled down his panties to let his girth flop out. Though it was a tight fit with his added length, he managed to slip through the hole and into a much fleshier orifice.
“Oh,” Gojo commented as he shoved his full length inside of his partner. “Such a naughty pet,” he added, feeling her anus twitch against his girth. “Fine. I will show you equal attention then.”
Moving his hips back, Gojo thrusted forward to enjoy his servant’s offering. After only a few repetitions, his partner started to move her own body in unison to take full advantage of the situation. Even if he couldn’t see her, the rising volume of her moans were like music to his ears as they moved faster and faster. Feeling her entire body shudder as she reached her next orgasm, he returned the favor by giving the last few thrusts needed to overflow her anus with his seed.
Slowly pulling away from the hole, Gojo heard his partner slowly collapse against the wall. Climbing up onto the toilet and peeking over, he spotted Sajuna still in her cosplay outfit. Slumped against her seat, she seemed to bask in her lingering euphoria even as her cock dribbled excess cum across her lap. Waiting just long enough to allow her to see his grin, he waved her a farewell before taking his leave.
“There you are,” Marin said, running over to Gojo the moment she spotted him exiting the bathroom. “What were you doing?”
“Just taking care of another needy soul,” Gojo replied with a chuckle. “You should know that your mistress has a lot of love to give. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” Taking another step forward, he reached out to cradle Marin’s chin in his palm. “You will have plenty of chances to service your mistress, my dear pet.”
Shaking her head to dismiss her internal desires and slip from the succubus’s grasp, Marin opened her eyes again to see that he had once more left her sight. “HEY!” she shouted out as she spotted Gojo sauntering through the crowd. “Where are you going?”
While Gojo did hear Marin’s question, he merely replied with a cackle as he continued onwards. Not wanting to lose track of the rogue succubus, Marin grasped at her dangling leash and began to run. Carefully winding her way through the crowd, she followed a warm sensation that lingered in Gojo’ s wake. Ducking under body pillows and trying not to trip over herself, she eventually broke free from the group just as she watched the succubus slip out of an exit door.
“Gojo!” Marin said as she followed through. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked as she exited out into an employee only area.
“An odd cavern,” Gojo remarked as he looked through the space meant to transport supplies back and forth. “But it will do for a temporary lair.”
“Gojo, this is serious,” Marin said as she stomped up to him. “You need to drop the act before you get us in trouble or -“
Marin was immediately silenced as Gojo gave a tug at her leash. Thrown into the succubus’s embrace, she looked up to see a severe lack of her boyfriend’s usual gaze. In its place was a stern expression that made it clear that she had made a mistake.
“It appears that you have forgotten your place,” Gojo said as he loomed over Marin. “I am Mistress Gorna and you will refer to me as such. Especially by a servant who is long overdue for giving worship.”
Before Marin could argue, her words were silenced by the succubus leaning in for a kiss. As their tongues intertwined, she caught on to the heightened libido that had been steering her mistress. Rather than fight against it, she welcomed the embrace. Her chin nestled up against the pair of breasts twice as large as her own. Even if her arms were pinned, she could still feel the extra curve of the succubus’s rear as she was moved back and forth. So focused on accepting the pleasure and not falling to the floor on her wobbling legs, she didn’t even notice that they were moving to another room.
Parting from Marin’s lips, Gojo smirked as he looked upon the sizable storage closet that was all theirs. “This shall suffice,” he said, tugging Marin along by her leash as he closed the door behind them. “Now then, get on your knees.”
“Y-yes, mistress,” Marin replied, not even thinking over the order for a second before getting down on the floor.
Sensing what her mistress desired, Marin hoisted up the succubus’s skirt to gain access to sizable bulge testing the limits of the tight panties. A momentary pause was given as she noticed the intricate, black inked tattoo over where the succubus’s womb would be. The pattern was something she had added at the last minute when she had foolishly set the Mistress Gorna costume up. She only lingered on the sight of the eye printed above Gojo’s groin before a gentle nudge to her head reminded her of the task that was required of her.
Grasping the edges of Gojo’s panties, Marin slid them down and immediately had to pull her head back. Her trance-like state was momentarily broken as she took in the full, foot-length cock hanging in front of her face. Hanging her mouth open as she realized the extent of Gojo’s enhancements, she wasn’t sure if she could even get back the tip. These concerns drifted away as they were overpowered by the need to please her mistress. Clenching her fingers as she steeled her resolve, she leaned in to attempt to swallow up the member. Before her lips could touch the red cock a tug at her leash pulled her away.
“What do you think you’re doing, my pet?” Gojo asked, his eyes more of concern than malice. “Did you really think that you would be able to take this with your little mouth? Don’t be ridiculous.”
“T-then, how may I serve you?” Marin replied, her entire body shuddering in the process.
Rather than explain, Gojo grasped the back of Marin’s head and guided her forward. Sinking her face beneath the throbbing member, the succubus led her pet’s mouth towards her womanhood. Only having had a vagina for a few hours, Gojo considered it long overdue for getting a chance to be serviced.
Marin understood her orders the moment she opened up her mouth and began to lick. Sucking on the labia and tracing across the expanse, she looked for any sign of approval. In the back of her mind, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. She understood what she would want herself, but never had she even considered doing something like this with another woman. Still, her own experience is what led her to focus on the upper area in an attempt to find the clit.
As Marin explored his womanhood, Gojo took care of his cock by running his fingers along it. With both sets of genitals getting attention, his focus turned to how to properly motivate his servant. Thankfully, his altered form offered a solution as his tail stretched out and wriggled like a snake up Marin’s skirt.
Marin was forced to pause as she felt the tip slide into her womanhood. At the mercy of the succubus’s tail, she tightly gripped her palms around Gojo’s legs as she rode out the pleasure. Under the duress of constant rubbing and insertions, she upped her own efforts to try and please the mistress before her stamina gave out. Unfortunately, there was only so much she could do before she gave in and let a full moan be muffled by the succubus’s pussy.
Feeling Marin’s strength weaken, Gojo slowly tilted her head back. In her vision, he could see a sense of ecstasy that gave more satisfaction than any actual orgasm he had had that day. While she had been unable to bring him to finish, the expression on her face was just what he needed for a loyal servant.
“Your efforts were admirable,” Gojo began, flicking his tail to rid it of any excess fluids. “However, I still require service.”
“Yes, Mistress Gorna,” Marin said, letting her wig slip off her head as she rose up from her spot on the floor. “I am all yours. Just tell me what to do.”
With a cackle, Gojo effortlessly hoisted Marin into the air. “You don’t have to do anything except accept my demonic lust.”
Slipping beneath Marin’s skirt, Gojo managed to fully pull away her panties. With nothing in the way, his cock was able to shift around until the tip was pressed up against her womanhood. With utmost care, he slowly slid her down one inch at a time. Moaning form the insertion, Marin was able to impress her mistress as she managed to take in the full length. However, they both understood that this was merely the start.
Tightening is grip on his pet, Gojo began to rapidly move his hips up and down. Enduring the initial surge of lust, Marin locked her legs around the succubus’s waist. While the position did give her a chance to catch her bearings, there was only so much she could take. Especially when Gojo felt like he needed to add further pleasure to the act.
Working through his own, rising pleasure, he once more snaked his tail around to play with Marin’s body. Sliding into her dress, the appendage played around with her breasts and nipples until he heard her hiss. Coiling his tail around various parts of her body, slipping in and out of the costume he made himself, he looked for the right moment where it all came together. As his appendages pressed into her ass cheeks and her legs started to tremble, he knew that she needed to experience the full power of a succubus.
Without any warning, Gojo slid the tip of his tail into Marin’s anus. Penetrated through both holes, there was little the blonde could do as she rode out the pleasure. With his servant completely under his control, the succubus let loose with the full extent of his lust. Back and forth each hole was given attention; always leaving her so close to finding her release. When Gojo added his own moans to the mix, they were drowned out by the sheer volume of his partner’s euphoric cries. More than willing to concede in this competition, Mistress Gorna settled on giving them both the full release they wanted.
With a final hike of his hips, the succubus managed to fill Marin’s womanhood up with his cum. As the droplets leaked past the demonic dick, a few more jolts of the tail managed to bring her to her next orgasm. Her release came with the complete exhaustion of her stamina as she felt into her mistress’s arms.
“Shh, rest now, my pet,” Gojo said as he ran his fingers through her hair. “You did very well. Once you have recovered, your mistress will be more than willing to accept further tribute.”
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gojo’s eyes slowly opened, only to go shut again as he felt a distinct soreness on two spots of his forehead. Trying to move to leave the comfort of his bed was undone by something tightly clinging to his body. Working through the lingering pain, he forced his vision open to see his hotel room filled with early morning light. Turning to glance at the clock to figure out what time it was, he found out why he was stuck in place.
Cuddled up next to Gojo with her arms around his torso was a naked Marin. The makeup on her face from the previous day had been left as a smothered mess. What remained of her Shizuka cosplay looked like it had been systematically ripped apart throughout the previous evening. While Gojo could fix up the dress, he was more concerned right now about the marks around her neck. However, the hickies were nothing compared to the string of bulbous, black beads that led towards her inner thighs.
Despite Marin still hosting to the sizable sex toy, the look on her sleeping face was one of peaceful bliss. Seeing her pleased grin brought images of the previous night to Gojo’s mind. Clutching his forehead where his horns used to be, his thoughts flashed through each depraved position he had taken to satisfy their lust. Breathing heavy as he recalled every last touch, taste, and sound, his eyes lingered on the CosBand responsible for the crazy day sitting nearby on a nightstand.
“Marin,” Gojo said, giving a slight nudge to her cheek to rouse her from her slumber. “Are you okay?”
With a grumble, Marin slowly rose up. Scratching at her head, she did little to try and hide her exposed chest. On reaction Gojo tried to turn his head, only for him to stop midway through as he recalled how much of her body he had gotten intimate with the previous day.
“Good YAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWN morning,” Marin said as she stretched out her arms. “What time is it? Are they still serving breakfast? I could really use the energy after yesterday.”
“I’m so sorry,” Gojo said with his head bowed. “I know the CosBand was affecting my mind, but that was no excuse for my behavior. I just hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Hey, it’s alright,” she replied, getting him to calm down by running her fingers through his hair. “Yesterday was amazing. You made for an excellent succubus.”
Despite the eager response, Gojo remained silent. Clenching his fingers, it seemed like he was ready to receive whatever judgement struck him there. Instead, he was gifted a soft hug as Marin cuddled up to him again.
“Don’t be sorry for what you did yesterday,” Marin said, tilting her head up to leave a kiss on his cheek. “You were amazing, both on the con floor and… other places too. Did you enjoy it too?”
“…yes,” Gojo answered, unable to hold back his true feelings thanks to the lingering whispers in his ear.
Reaching over the bed, Marin grabbed the CosBand and held it up to him. “So, what do you say we go for another round, Mistress Gorna?”
“I’m not sure if I want to step into her shoes again so soon,” Gojo said with a nervous grin. “It took a lot out of me. Why don’t you wear it today?”
“Honestly I kind of want to see you use it some more,” Marin explained. “But it’s okay if you don’t want to play the part of my master again. I have a couple more, less intense ideas. Like with a bit of tweaking, I can give you a long tongue, some extra arms, and an ovipositor to make you look like the dreaded bug lord, Racha-“
The speech came to a halt as they pair heard the shower come on. Titling their heads towards the source, they heard the door to the bathroom open up. Stepping out was Sajuna, back to her normal height and pink hair, wearing a robe she had borrowed from the couple’s hotel supplies.
“Hey can you call room service to get more towels?” Sajuna asked. “We ran out after last night.”