White Wishes (Futa/Mast/Eventual Futa x Male/Trans)

Story by Mushra

Chapter 1: How I Became a Succubus

(Contains Futa and Futa Masturbation, as well as Transformation, but that is rather sudden.)

The melodic chirping of bugs droned in the air. Even as the blazing hot sun was held back by the countless leaves its heat could be felt. The humidity didn’t help either. It drained one’s will and strength so that all they could do was lie down and stare up at the sky. Walking was too much work, let alone exploring. That is the excuse Rach used to get out of this little escapade.

Instead she simply had sprawled herself out on a stone table placed conveniently within the forest. Her red hair was a mess because of the humidity, not that it mattered since she usually kept it under the large red hat she wore anyways. She might have had better luck if she had dressed accordingly, instead of wearing long jeans and high heeled boots. The white jacket she had on was just plain overkill, though beneath it all she wore was a plain black tank top. Still, the jacket was something important to her, so she dare didn’t take it off.

Rach, or Rachel, sighed as she rolled over. Ants walked along the side of the table. That easily caught her attention. Feeling uncomfortable, even grimy, now that she was covered in sweat Rach shifted and fidgeted. She had no idea what possessed her to come on this trip. Two of her friends had dragged her to a supposedly haunted site to look an abandoned house for three hours. She, of course, got bored after the first thirty minutes and walked out on them. Wandering into the forest nearby she found this place. Somehow they hadn’t come to get her yet, was the old house really that interesting?

The young girl wanted desperately to go home and take a warm shower. To let the steamy water wash over her body gently, carrying away all the grime and sweat she had taken up. Well, showers had other uses too, but she was too tired to think about that. Groaning, Rach wondered for the first time since she came out here if the other two had even seen where she had gone. After a couple seconds of thinking she decided that they would probably call her.

It was still too hot, though. Sitting up, Rach looked around. Nobody else was around to pester her. Taking off her jacket and laying it carefully, Rach laid it on the table and took one final glance behind her. Then, lifting up her shirt, she revealed two perky breasts stuck painfully between an A cup and a B. Sighing at her sorrowful display she picked her jacket back up and put it on, then zipped it up halfway. She threw her black tank top on the ground lazily and sat back down on the table.

“Jeez, where are those two. I was bored like two hours ago.” She groaned.

After a couple of seconds she realized that she had no clue which way was back. Reaching into her coat pocket she withdrew her cell phone. There were absolutely no bars. Rach sighed as she put the cell phone back. Falling back onto the stone table she stared upwards with a bored expression. Somewhere she realized that she should be figuring out what to do, but it just sounded so troublesome.

“I wish….what was it again?” Rach said, finding it strange that she had forgotten what she was about to say.

Suddenly she felt a hand over her right eye. Though she could clearly see she felt a warm pressure and distinctly felt as though it was a hand. Underneath her she could feel someone squirming. Another arm wrapped around her waist and embraced her. Somehow these sensations weren’t alarming, in fact they were almost natural.

“What was it that you wished for?” A voice, the seductive voice with the class of a gentleman and the flare of a bad boy, asked.

“I can’t remember…” Rach confessed. “It was…”

Rach began to feel dizzy as the world around her became a disorienting mesh of colors. She could feel the arm around her waist pull her down as everything began to swirl and melt away. Soon she was not staring at anything anymore, everything was pulled together, merged, and pulled together again. Now all that remained was an incomprehensible painted canvas as a world.

“Try hard, think, remember. What was it you wished for?” The voice asked again.

The hand on her waist began to move down, as did the one on her eye. She tasted his finger and he gently placed it in her mouth, on her tongue. She expected it to taste salty and dirty, instead it was sweet. His other hand wormed its way into her pants. Underneath her panties she could feel him press his fingers against her most sensitive spot. Almost instantly it filled up with heat. Rach imagined her gleaming wet juices spilling out onto the man’s hand, coating his fingers. Suddenly she desperately wanted to be stretched, to have anything rub up against her inner walls, she wanted something inside of her.

Unable to discern the cause for her strange horniness, Rach didn’t bother questioning it any further. Because she had no way of knowing there was no point in questioning it. The strange man withdrew his fingers from her mout

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