Kate becomes a googirl made of the lewdest substance imaginable.
tags: girl penis, googirl, nsfw, transformation
inspired by art from Angrboda
As a rule, Kate did not put much weight in her coworker’s recommendations. Lin was always going on about some new health fad—salads! exercises! intermittent fasting!—and Kate had learned to tune the fitness nut out. But these supplements Lin recommended she try… as much as Kate hated to admit it, they worked. They really, really worked. Kate was flabbergasted at how good she felt. Her thoughts were clearer, her sleep deeper, her focus better. Hell, she had enough pep in her step that she even took up Lin’s offer to do the unthinkable: early morning weekend yoga together.
This was proving to be a problem.
Two problems, actually.
During the week, Kate had poured everything into her work, tackling her paperwork with new-found energy, single-mindedly ignoring the heat that was slowly and implacably spreading through her core. But now that she was alone with herself, waiting for her friend to arrive—now that she didn’t have spreadsheets and meetings and conference calls to distract her, now that she was supposed to be relaxing…
…she had to admit that she was incredibly, almost deliriously horny.
She realized that she was panting, beads of sweat forming on her face. She realized that she couldn’t stop panting, that the only way she could keep a semblance of control over herself was by bleeding off the heat somewhere. She knuckled down, trying to ignore the feel of the yoga pants taut on her thighs, and screwed her eyes to the door.
But Lin adamantly refused to arrive and save Kate from herself. Soon enough, a wayward hand was creeping along her abs, enjoying the gentle warmth of the morning sun on her tan skin. It crept closer, ever closer to the waistband of her yoga pants.
I deserve a little treat, she convinced herself, slipping a finger inside the pants, running it under the elastic. Just a little break. Something to distract me. Just a little fun, so that Lin doesn’t find me jilling it when she—
The threat of her coworker walking in and seeing her like this was enough to snap Kate back to reality, if only momentarily. She glanced down to see the bulge of her whole hand, hiding under the gray elastic material—and just beyond, the first telltale signs of her lust, staining through her pants.
The fear of humiliating discovery and her shock at the sight of the indelible dampness crashed into each other. Her panicked thoughts conspired together to an unpredictable end, as she jerked her pants down in the misguided belief that I’ll be less embarrassed if my pants are less obviously soaked, I should pull them off.
She froze, stunned by what she had just done.
And then her breath hitched as she stared at her own wet pussy, glistening in the warm light.
This was Kate’s first problem.
She watched as her hand slunk closer, crawling along her pelvis, the tips of her fingers just beginning to brush the edge of her clit, hesitant.
Because Kate’s second problem wasn’t the horniness or the heat or the embarrassment. It was the realization—ignored, downplayed, denied even as it grew beneath the surface—that the supplements were doing something to her. That she was changing.
That’s precisely what they were supposed to do, she had tried to rationalize; they were there to help her become healthier and more fit.
But Lin had promised they would make her feel like a new person, and Kate knew instinctively that wouldn’t just be a feeling. The changes weren’t going to stop with better sleep and more muscle and constant horniness.
Her fingers were slipping around her clit, sliding toward her wet lips.
A pressure was building, a force that wanted to break through her skin, a heat that threatened to melt who she was. Once she started, whatever was inside of her was going to come out. And if she gave in…
… well, she could give in just a little bit, right?
She relaxed and guided a finger inside, only to immediately pull back and focus again on her clit. There. That felt better. That felt right.
She bit her lip as her free hand dug into the yoga mat, struggling to contain herself. It was more than she remembered—more sensitive, more pleasurable, more everything. She lost herself in the sensations, in the desire to wrap her hands around her flesh, to stroke and stroke and stroke away at the growing nub…
Drool slipped from her mouth, and a vision came to her, of her gawking at her own clit, saliva dripping down, coating her hand and lubricating her stroking like she had a cock—
“Ah!” Kate yelped as this new, unbidden desire made her tremble and her clit twitch, just like it was a cock. She screwed her eyes shut and moaned louder, suddenly consumed with a fantasy she had never before considered. She stroked more and more feverishly, losing herself in her imagination: her hand firm around a thick rod of growing flesh, precum dribbling from its head, the warm goo slipping between her fingers, making it easier and easier for her to jerk her cock.
On the cusp of coming, she opened her eyes to find her fantasy was coming true: her clit was growing before her eyes, the sensitive flesh filling into a cock as thick as her wrist, drops of dew-like pre on its tip. But the realization that her impossible sex dream was now real did not slow her jerking, nor did it her as particularly alarming. On the contrary, she gripped the flesh tighter and committed to the pleasure, filled with the mindless enthusiasm of someone on the edge of coming. With a breathless, crazed moan, her new cock suddenly jerked, and from deep within, she felt a new type of orgasm, muscles twitching and contracting to help her find release.
Thick ropes of cum erupted from her dick, coating her abs and thighs in warm, rich goo, and she basked in the pleasure, a rattling moan escaping between gasped breaths. The experience had been intense and messy—far more intense and far, far messier than any orgasm she had had in her life. She was coated in cum, from her breasts to her knees, and the air was pungent with its salty, earthy smell.
But the orgasm did not quell the fire rising inside her. If anything, she was hornier now than she had been a moment ago, the scent of her own cum adding to the haze settling over her brain. Her mouth watered, and the only reason she didn’t raise her coated hand to her lips and lick it clean was because she had already resumed her jerking. The squelching noise only added to the eroticism of the moment, the cum so thick between her cock and her hand that it squeezed between her fingers, the skin up to her wrist coated in an opaque white.
Such was the fog of pleasure, such was the impossibility of what was happening to her, that it only dimly occurred to her that there was too much cum everywhere, that there was now more jizz coating her forearms and her crotch and her thighs than there had been a moment ago. A new image came to her mind—of her, the willing victim of her own unleashed lust, coated in layer of cum so thick that when Lin walked in, she wouldn’t know where Kate stopped and the cum began.
This thought was enough to push her over the edge a second time, and now she was ready—her dick pointed up and back, her mouth open, eager to get a taste of herself as she exploded on her face. It was in her mouth and in her eyes and in her hair, its smell heady and rich, and its flavor—well, it was cum, salty and a little bitter. But Kate focused on its texture, slick and warm as it landed on her tongue, as it slid down her throat. And yet it wasn’t enough; she was already licking at her lips, straining to get another lap off her face, another drip from her hair.
Still her hand clutched at her massive dick, driving herself to new, mindnumbing heights. The slickness was there, the schlick-schlick-schlick of her strokes louder and lewder than ever. But something was odd—not odd enough to make her stop, not odd enough to draw her out of her horny delirium, but odd enough for her focus on the sights and sensations of her pleasure.
Her hand felt like it was still covered in cum. But it wasn’t—it was her hand, her fingers, her flesh, but… smooth and white and slick and warm. The same for everywhere her cum had splashed, the skin taking on a glossy sheen that was not on the surface, but was the surface. Like her flesh was… like she was…
The cum was still in her mouth, she realized—not because she hadn’t swallowed it, but because her saliva was cum now; her tongue, not lapping it up, but smearing more and more across her lips. Her hair still dripped with it, too, wet and slick in a way that ought to have been impossible…
She bit her lip, sucking at the delicious salty taste, and attacked her cock with renewed vigor. The perversity of it—that her mouth now produced cum like her dick, that her flesh was not just covered in cum but was cum, that she was becoming a cumgirl, a living being made of pure sex, slick and warm and oh-so-eager to fuck—
She came a final time, the pent-up pressure within finally breaking free, pouring over her unchanged flesh, rippling through her body until all she was and all she wanted to be was cum, a googirl of the lewdest substance imaginable. She felt the horny heat fire through her whole being, and then lock into place, the warmth of fresh jizz now defining her and becoming her on the most primal level. She shuddered with pleasure, and she could feel her body ripple with the orgasm, a literal wave breaking down who she had been and shaping her into something far more perverse and far, far more eager to fuck.
“Sorry, sorry,” she suddenly heard Lin say, the coworker breathlessly rushing through the door. “I was…”
She trailed off, and Kate languidly opened one eye, feeling too good and too right to have any space for feelings of embarrassment or shame. “I had to start without you,” she said, an off-white tongue running suggestively along full, glossy lips. Sweat, thick and white, dripped from her body, pooling under her in sticky, shiny puddles; where it dripped from her hair to her shoulders, it sunk back in to herself, no distinction between what was part of her and what was not. Her skin was now smooth and flawless, exposed for all to see because, she realized, her clothes had almost certainly sunk somewhere inside of her. The end result was that Lin was faced with a creature of pure lust, luxuriating in the morning sun, her skin so white and reflective it almost glowed silver.
“I… um… your skin,” the flustered woman stammered. “It’s so… shiny… and… and beautiful.”
“Oh? I can think of a few poses that’ll get your skin looking just as good.”
The intended meaning was not lost on Lin. Her face flushed, her fingers curled, and something shifted inside of her yoga pants, long and thick, the gray material darkening with the first hint of precum. After all, she had been taking the supplements, too.
Kate gave a knowing smile. “And we definitely need to get you out of those pants. Otherwise, they’re going to get very, very wet.”
Angrboda drew this two-panel transformation sequence as a birthday present for her partner and long-time collaborator Abe_E_Seedy. Ang and Abe have always been inspirations of mine, and so I intended this story as a sort of surprise birthday present for Abe. I should have asked first; little did I know that Abe wrote his own story to go with the sequence—the perfectly named “Cum One, Cum All”—which you can read here!