Standing over the fallen creature you lean forward and grab him by the horns, forcing his face against your immense tits. He protests wildly for a few moments, until you tire of this game. Pushing him back to the ground, you step on his chest, keeping him pinned. You start massaging your nipple and quickly feel your corrupt milk building up. Timing things just right, you pinch your nipple one last time, causing a small eruption of milk to shoot out, just as you give the imp a swift kick to the gut.
The kick knocks the wind out of the little demon, causing him to gasp. His mouth opens just long enough and wide enough for the corrupt milk to go straight down his throat. The reaction is almost instant; his eyes go wide with horror and disgust, but quickly change to awe and desire. The poor thing tries to get up from under you but can’t escape.
You lean down, and allow the imp to stand back up. He immediately throws himself against your breast, and begins to suckle on the closest hefty cherry-like nub. You give a gentle moan and bask in the sensation of nursing the imp’s insatiable hunger. You notice the imp’s member slowly shifting to a semi-hard state, and chuckle, gently patting his bald head encouragingly.
As the milk-flow from your first breast slows, the imp moves to the second, continuing to suckle gently. You feel two clawed hands reach up and begin massaging your chest, trying to stimulate more milk flow. You decide to help, and begin massaging yourself as well. The added stimulation seems to work, and the imp can hardly keep up with the flow, as some of the corrupt milk begins dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
You notice the imp’s once muscular belly has developed into a small round bulge, as if a layer of baby fat had formed over those toned muscles.
You chuckle at the still very hungry imp, and begin massaging your second row of tits, occasionally pinching your throbbing teats, drawing a few beads of milk from them. The imp makes short work of your first row of breasts and has moved towards your second.
“So eager to please, aren’t you?” you say teasingly, though not expecting an answer from the imp’s nipple filled mouth. As you suspected, the imp is far too busy feeding to answer. You debate punishing him for his rudeness. However, the pleasure of nursing is far too enjoyable to interrupt unnecessarily.
The imp’s belly has swollen much larger; his chest is also developing a thin layer of fat. You wonder how much more the little beast will feed, as he moves to your fourth breast.
You moan softly as the imp continues his work, although you do notice that he’s starting to have trouble keeping up with your flow, as a fair amount of your milk has ended up on your chest and the ground, rather than the imp’s belly. Giving him a small swat on his bald head, you point to the milk on the ground, which causes him to whimper in apology.
Nodding your acceptance, he continues his work much more carefully. He’s taking his time again instead of just sucking wildly. You reach down curiously, and tug on the imp’s perverse pecker but find that it’s shrinking. As you hold it, it shrinks more and more. You wonder what will happen to him if he continues to nurse.
You begin massaging your lowest row of breasts, fascinated by the idea of what will become of the imp when he milks you of all your corrupt milk. You feel the fluid flow begin, and the imp moves on to your pillowy milk-udders. He nurses passionately at your lavish teat, slurping down every drop of your milk.
Before you can even fully begin to enjoy the rest of the milking, it’s over. The imp takes one last, long gulp and falls backwards onto the ground. You watch, fascinated as the imp groans loudly in discomfort. His belly gurgles and visibly shifts as if his belly was full of large worms wiggling around. “Weird.” The imp begins to desperately claw at his testicles as they shrink so far that they vanish back inside of him. The apparent itching sensation he’s experiencing doesn’t seem to stop however, as he begins clawing out small patches of fur, until he reveals a new, moist virgin cunt.
The imp quickly penetrates his new orifice with two clawed fingers, gasping in the foreign ecstasy. As he plays with his new tool, his former cock vanishes inside of his body, just as his testicles did. The imp is crying out in the new found pleasure, and it seems like he’s enjoying his new form.
The gurgling of his stomach seems to have ceased, and his former muscular torso and abs are revealed again. However his nipples are now drooling an excessive amount of milk. The imp now appears to be a cunt-boy of some sort. You feel yourself grow flush with arousal as the imp experiences his final changes. Mooing loudly, the greater imp’s new clit quickly begins to expand, growing larger and fuller the more he fingers his virgin fuck hole.
It takes several minutes, but the imp reaches his orgasm. His clit is as large as an average cock (and appears to have stopped growing). He’s taken to using one hand to stroke off his clit like a cock, while his other hand fingers his new delicate pussy. He moos loudly as his new fuck hole leaks its girl goo all over the ground and his hand.
The imp weakly smiles at you one last time as he passes out, clearly very happy with how the events unfolded. You’re very pleased with the event as well. Picking yourself up, you gather your equipment and put your bimbo skirt back on.
