"I have to get home as soon as possible, I can't control it anymore"
I finish packing the last of my notes after my lecture and realize the room has gone quiet.
Only three of them are left. They’re still sitting near the front, watching me. I need to get home. Right now. My aura has been leaking all day, little pulses every couple of seconds, and I can feel it rolling off me in waves I can’t shut down. I’ve been teaching since eight this morning. I haven’t fed. The hunger sits low and sharp in my belly, making everything worse.
They stand up at the same time.
Oh no. Those eyes. It’s the aura. They’re looking at me like they see me naked.
The tallest one speaks first, voice low and rough. “Hey Ana. We heard you gave Tommy some… extra-curricular help. Think we could get the same?”
The second one smirks. “Yeah. Private tutoring. Real private.”
The third just stares at my mouth and says, “We’re free right now.”
They’re already hard. I can see the thick outlines straining against their jeans. Why am I looking there? Why does my tongue press against the back of my teeth like I’m already imagining the weight of them? I bite my lower lip before I can stop myself and hate how automatic it feels.
Play dumb. I don’t know how much they actually know.
“Tommy needed the extra help or he would’ve failed the semester,” I say, forcing my voice to stay even. “I only tried to help him.”
I turn toward the door, heart slamming. One of them steps into my path.
“How did giving him a blowjob help him get a good grade?”
I freeze.
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t have to pretend, Ana.” His voice is almost gentle. “We only want the same kind of help. That’s all.”
My back hits the blackboard. The cool surface presses against my shoulder blades. They’re close enough now that I can smell skin and cheap cologne and the heat coming off them. My knees feel weak. The aura is pouring out of me harder, feeding the way their pupils are blown wide. Between my legs I’m already slick and it makes me want to scream.
I’m so hungry. They’re looking at me like prey and part of me wants to let them.
“Guys, please… I’m sure I can talk to the professor, work something out”
“I think you’d appreciate us not going to the professor about Tommy,” the tallest one says quietly. “Right?”
I open my mouth and nothing comes out. They're right, if the professor finds out, I might lose this job.
The first guy reaches down and slowly opens his zipper.
His thick shaft, already free, already glistening at the tip. It’s bigger than I expected. My mouth waters before I can stop it.
How is it that big… Wonder what it’s going to taste like…
No. I have to find a way out. If the professor finds out...
The other two start on their own zippers. The soft metallic sounds fill the empty classroom. My pulse is hammering between my legs so hard it hurts. Their eyes looking at me like I'm prey, the aura keeps spilling out of me, stronger with every second, and I can feel how soaked I already am.
I have to get out of here. I have to shut it down. But my feet won’t move and the hunger is screaming and the sight of them is making my thighs press together and...
No. I have to stop this. This can’t feel this good.
~~~ A couple of weeks earlier ~~~
I open my eyes.
Soft morning light filters through thin curtains and lays pale stripes across a ceiling I do not know. The air is cool against my face and carries the clean scent of laundry detergent mixed with something lightly floral. An unfamiliar pillow cushions my head, softer, fuller than the one I remember. The blanket draped over me feels lighter, almost silky where it brushes skin.
I shift.
Something about the weight of my body already feels wrong. Too light across the shoulders. Too soft through the chest and hips. A quiet, persistent wrongness that settles into the mattress with me.
I push up onto one elbow.
A soft bounce answers the movement. Thin fabric of a sleep shirt shifts across my chest. I freeze and look down.
Two small breasts push against the cloth. The outlines of my nipples show clearly, already beginning to stiffen in the cooler air. The shirt is pale, slightly worn, clinging in places it never would have on the body I know.
My heart kicks once, hard.
Then again.
I lift one hand and hover it above the shape, not touching yet. Just staring. Those are breasts. Actual breasts on my chest. The skin beneath the fabric looks smooth, pale, almost delicate.
Then the second realization lands.
Between my legs there is no familiar weight. No morning hardness pressing into the sheets. Only a strange, open softness that makes my stomach drop.
My hand moves before the thought finishes. Fingers slam against my crotch and meet only a smooth mound and a delicate slit beneath thin pajama pants.
No way.
No fucking way.
These are tits. Actual tits on my chest. And between my legs, nothing. Just a pussy. I have a pussy. What the hell is this?
A wave of pure, disbelieving excitement crashes through me. Heart already hammering. Pulse fluttering high in my throat. It has to be a lucid dream. The most realistic one I have ever had.
If this is a dream, I am not wasting a second of it.
I pull the shirt off in one motion. Cool air washes over bare skin, raising fine goosebumps along my arms and making the nipples tighten further. I look down at my chest.
Two modest, perky breasts sit there, not large, but unmistakably female. The skin is smooth and pale and already almost too sensitive. I cup them both. Soft, warm weight settles into my palms. I give them a careful squeeze.
A small, startled sound escapes my throat before I can stop it.
The sensation is immediate, warm, heavy in a way that makes my fingers tighten without permission. I start pinching the nipples, lightly at first, then harder. Each tug sends a sharper, sweeter spark down my spine than the last. My back arches a little before I can stop it.
“Ah...”
The soft cry slips out high and breathless. It does not sound like me. It sounds like a girl who just felt something she was not ready for.
Fuck, that feels good. That feels really good. Why is it so sensitive? Just twisting my nipples a little and heat is already gathering low between my legs. This body is crazy. And a little terrifying.
The heat builds fast, low and insistent. I slide one hand under the waistband of the pajama pants and down between my thighs. Fingers find a completely smooth mound, no hair, just soft skin, and right below it a delicate, already damp slit.
The moment I stroke up and down along the folds, wetness coats my fingertips. I spread myself open a little, feeling how slick everything has become from nothing more than playing with my chest.
When my fingers brush the small swollen nub at the top, a high, involuntary moan breaks free.
“Nnnh...!”
It hangs in the quiet room, thin and feminine and completely out of my control.
That sounded like a girl.
That was my voice.
I just moaned like a girl because I touched my clit. This can’t be real. It feels too good to be real.
I do not stop.
One hand keeps circling and rubbing that sensitive little spot in slow, firm motions while the other stays on my chest, pinching and rolling the nipples. Pleasure builds quicker than anything I ever felt as a man, tighter, hotter, more concentrated. My hips start shifting against my own hand without permission.
Soft, shaky breaths keep spilling out of me with every pass of my fingers. I try to keep them quiet. I fail.
This is insane. I have never felt anything even close to this in the real world. Every nerve feels turned up too high. Part of me wants to stop and check if I am still dreaming. The rest of me is already drowning in how good it feels. I do not want this dream to end. I want to feel everything this body can do.
I am getting wetter by the second. Soft, slick sounds begin to fill the space between my legs as my fingers move. They drift lower on their own, teasing the tight entrance, feeling it flutter under the lightest touch.
What if I put a finger in?
I have always wanted to know what it would feel like. To have something inside me instead of the other way around. The thought alone makes my stomach twist with equal parts fear and hungry curiosity.
I slowly push my index finger into the tight, slick heat. The walls immediately clench around the intrusion, warm, velvety, almost greedy.
“Oh...fuck...”
The broken sound is higher than anything I have ever made. My free hand grips the sheet hard.
Finally.
Oh my god.
There is something inside me. My own finger is inside my pussy and it feels so fucking good. Warm and wet and squeezing. Better than I ever imagined. And I am making noises I cannot control.
I start moving the finger in and out, exploring. Soon a second finger joins the first, stretching me a little more. The added fullness makes my thighs tremble.
“Ahh… ahh...”
Two fingers are even better. I can feel myself stretching around them. Every little movement from the inside. Why does being filled feel this good? Why does it make me sound like this?
My hands grow more desperate. Fingers thrust deeper and faster into the dripping heat while I alternate which nipple I torment, trying to wring every possible spark of pleasure out of the moment. Soft wet sounds mix with my increasingly shaky breathing and the little broken moans I cannot hold back. Toes curl hard into the sheets.
“Huuuh… huuuh… nnh...!”
I think I’m gonna...
I can feel it building. Different from when I used to come. Deeper. Stronger.
Ugh… I’m actually going to come from fingering myself...
My entire body seizes.
Back arches hard off the bed as the orgasm rips through me. My pussy clamps down tightly around my fingers, pulsing and sucking them deeper while waves of intense, full-body pleasure crash over me again and again. A broken, high-pitched cry tears out of my throat and echoes softly in the room.
“Ahhh...!”
This is the best I have ever felt in my life.
My whole body is lighting up. Every part of me throbbing and sensitive and it will not stop.
Fuck, I am still making noise and I cannot make it stop.
I collapse back against the mattress, chest heaving. Nipples are sore and flushed from the attention, still tingling in the cool air. Fingers are coated. Inner thighs are slick. The sheets beneath me have grown warm and slightly damp. Soft, shaky after-sounds keep slipping from my mouth with every breath.
I just lie there, spent and floating, a dazed, almost disbelieving smile on my face.
I finally got to experience it. I actually got to feel what it’s like. Even if this is only a dream… it was worth it. I can wake up happy now. Or at least I keep telling myself that while my body still trembles.
I close my eyes, still breathing hard, waiting for the dream to end.
A few seconds pass.
A cool breeze drifts in through the open window and washes over my bare chest. My still-sensitive nipples harden even more, sending one last aftershock rippling through my spent body. A tiny, involuntary whimper escapes before I can catch it.
My eyes snap open.
Why am I not waking up?
As the thought forms, a translucent blue window materializes in the air above me with a soft digital chime. The light from it casts a faint glow across my bare skin and the rumpled sheets.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZING]
Orgasm achieved.
Succubus UI is now operational.
What the…?
I stare at the glowing text. Heart still racing from the climax. Legs still shaky. The words hang there like they belong in the room.
I reach up with a wet finger and try to touch the window. My fingertip passes straight through. No resistance. Just cool air.
This is not fading.
The ceiling is still wrong.
The breasts are still there.
The empty space between my legs is still empty.
I sit up fully. The soft weight on my chest shifts again. I look down at myself—at the bare skin, at the damp spot on the sheets between my thighs, at the blue light painting everything in a soft unnatural glow.
This is not a dream.
Or if it is, it is not letting me wake up.
My stomach twists. A new kind of heat starts low in my belly again. Unwanted. Already. Exciting and slightly terrifying at the same time.
I press my thighs together. The slickness is still there. Every small movement makes it worse and draws another soft, unwilling sound from my throat.
The System window stays floating. Waiting.
I can feel my pulse in my throat. In my nipples. Between my legs.
I do not know what happens next.
But the body already seems to.
And that scares me more than anything.
Thank you for reading the first Chapter, regular releases to come.