Bred By the Succubus (lesbian futanari, impregnation, breeding sex, gender swap)

Every full moon, Stella fulfills her evil purpose: to collect seed from unsuspecting men and deposit it into a willing female host! This extreme 3500 word short story includes risky public sex, an intense sex transformation, and an orgasmic birth!


EXCERPT:


In the light of the full moon, she places one hand on her hip and admires this month’s growth. Her cock is full and thick and heavy. She smiles as she watches the swelling go down, and the redness of her new skin slowly turn pale and then match the rest of her body.

There’s a knock at the door.

For an instant she feels a grip of concern, that her reverie might have attracted the attention of some concerned neighbor or nighttime security guard, but then she hears a high-pitched and feminine voice call out, “Um… excuse me? I got your message. Am I the first one here?”

She throws on her gold party dress before she opens the door, revealing a tall brunette dressed in a high-buttoned dress coat and patent leather high heels. “Hi,” the girl stammers. “Am I in the right place?”

“How did you get past the front desk?” she demands.

The girl smiles. “I figured it out pretty easy. I told them I was going up to see my friend, the hottest girl in the building. They pointed me right up here.”

She bites her lip. “Daring. I like that. Come in.”

The brunette bounds into her apartment, and she closes the door and deadbolts it.

“So, I’m Bridget,” the brunette volunteers, holding out her hand.

She hesitates before shaking it. She’s never understood these human rituals. “Stella.”

“Nice to meet you,” Bridget says. She giggles as she undoes the button at her throat, then the one at her breasts. “So, I’m not too late, am I?”

“No,” Stella says.

“Good,” Bridget smiles. She slips the coat off her shoulders and lets it fall in a puddle on the floor. She is wearing lace panties, thigh-high stockings with garters and a seam running up the back, and nothing else. Her breasts stand up high and firm.

Stella holds Bridget’s chin in her hand and tilts her head up to meet her gaze. “I want to hear you say it.”

Bridget swallows and licks her lips. “I want you to breed me.”

Stella lets her fingertip slide down Bridget’s throat, between her breasts, down her stomach, and to the cleft of her pussy. Her panties were already becoming damp and dewy. “Have you been bred before?” she asks.

Bridget squirms under Stella’s touch. “Once, three years ago. It was totally amazing,” she breathes. “I’ve been looking for another one ever since.”

Stella walks around Bridget in a half-circle, then draws her into her arms and begins to nibble at the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. She can feel the things inside of her shifting and aligning, readying her squirt, preparing Bridget’s pregnancy.

Bridget giggles. “Are you full grown?”

“Oh yeah,” Stella breathes, “you’d better believe I am.” She presses her hips against Bridget’s peach-round ass. She can feel her cock beginning to tingle, her shaft starting to lengthen.

Bridget moves Stella’s hands to her breasts, letting her play with the small, tight nipples until they harden and swell into points. “Are you gonna get me pregnant?” she teases.

“Mmm. That all depends.”

“Tease,” Bridget giggles.

“Oh?” Stella counters. Her cock begins to harden against Bridget’s thigh. Bridget gasps, and Stella draws her close, sweeps back her hair, and whispers into her ear, “That’s right. It’s all going up your pussy. Get on the couch.”