Demon's Night

The Masquerade

I sighed. My costume really wasn't very convincing, was it? And it was much too late to fix it.
I grimaced at my reflection and cursed Ellie and Patty for their dumb plan to go as transformed to the masquerade ball. I had wanted to just go and have a quiet time dressed as a lazy catgirl or dig out my junior highschool sports uniform and go as a slutty jock. But nooooo, Ellie and Patty wanted to have an 'authentic' Demon's Eve and wear something fleshy and genital laden. Ellie announced that we would also enter the Themed Couple's Costumes Contest. When I pointed out that they were single and my bf was abroad, Patty giggled and said that Ellie and her would have a conjoined twins costume and nothing in the rules said we had to be a romantic couple. Ellie had decided it would be awesome and they stared at me until I caved in and agreed. The witches.
But looking at my reflection in the mirror I wasn't sure why I would have ever agreed to this...
It's not like I didn't try. I bought materials and spent long hours constructing the costume. I bought a flesh coloured body stocking so that I would look naked. I created a subtle harness to wear a huge dildo on my crotch and bought pink foam to construct something resembling huge labia that squeezed out of my buttcrack. From the top of the huge foam cunt I add a long pink balloon filled with wire and foam, meant to look like a clitoral cat tail. I took a headband and mounted two normal sized dildos to it and wore it on my head like cock horns. And, for the finale I built a multi breasted harness. I filled four inflatable beach balls with water and sewed them inside yet more flesh coloured spandex. On the front of these breasts I mounted plastic shot glasses and coated them in pink foam to make large nipples. Then I hung these fake breasts on a harness. To simulate armlessness I pulled a tube of flesh cloth over my arms and had my roommate pull the heavy breasts and harness over that which completely covered my torso and hid my bound arms. The goal was to look like an armless, four-breasted hermaphroditic devil girl.
The reality left much to be desired. The flesh coloured spandex was a weird peach colour that failed to match my pale skin at all. The dildos were obviously silicone and silly looking. My fake breasts hung completely wrong and splooshed around in a way that felt and looked awful. And what was I even thinking with the armlessness? That was going to be super annoying. The costume was tacky and more than a little humiliating.
Why did I always let Ellie and Patty talk me into these things?
"You ready to go?" Asked my roommate who was dressed in a much better costume. Kathy was dressed as a horsegirl. She was wearing a form fitting brown unitard, black high-heeled ankle boots, black gloves, and a false horsetail made from a wig that closely matched her sandy blonde hair. The look was finished with fake little horse ears, hair worn in a ponytail, and leather straps meant to resemble a bridle and harness. She was the "mount" to her boyfriend's demon hunting adventurer. She was also giving me a ride to the party since I was armless for the evening.
"Yeah," I said sullenly.
"Then come on, Brian is waiting downstairs in the car."
***
When I got the party everyone was staring at me. Ellie and Patty were late, as usual, and since we were the only people who steered into extreme transformations for our costumes, I stood out like a sore penis.
I mean sure, there were other people wearing traditional transformed costumes. There were many, many catgirls, some of whom sported an extra set of fake breasts stuffed under their clothes. A guy and girl were done up as hermaphrotides, the fella wearing false breasts and the girl stuffing her trousers. There were even a couple mannequin based humantaurs and a battered old cockgirl costume. But with my outrageously stacked and well hung costume, I stood out starkly. And, despite the demon-inspired origin of the holiday, I was getting some judgemental stares.
I was also finding my costume quite uncomfortable. The layers of flesh coloured spandex were making me too warm and sweaty and the position I had strapped my arms down was starting to hurt. Straps and harnesses pinched and needed to be adjusted and I couldn't do anything about it because armless. And worst of all my water-filled fake breasts weighed a ton and were hurting my back. I was not having a good time and if I had access to my hands I would have left already.
If Ellie and Patty didn't arrive soon I would leave anyway, arms or no.
Which of course is when my friends breezed into the party.
And what an entrance: their costume was eye catching and frankly, incredible. It looked like the girls had followed through on their plan for a conjoinment based costume and settled on a kind of piggyback body layout. Ellie looked to be riding on top since it was her smiling face, shoulders, and arms that made up the apex of the costume nine feet in the air. Instead of hair, Ellie had a mound of breasts on her head that started quite small on her scalp and trailed down her back and between her shoulder blades, helping to disguise her hair and her piggyback location. Otherwise her body was hidden by the costume. She smiled and waved at me
Patty, who was the stronger and sturdier girl, was the bottom of the pair and was holding up Ellie. Patty's body was almost entirely disguised by the costume. Her face was built into a massive breast, the middle of three giant tits that seemed to hang on Ellie's chest. Patty's nose was replaced by a long pointy nipple. Below that, Patty's own pair of breasts, naked I thought, hung modestly below the top three. Patty's arms thrust out the sides of the costume and were disguised to look like giant cocks. Patty's bare stomach and abs flowed into the lower half of the costume which was a wide pedestal of piled breasts that flared out like a fleshy skirt, which is how I figured they had disguised their legs. The breast pedestal/skirt started with very small tits around the 'conjoined' girls hips and down the small of their back but grew larger as they approached the floor. The massive tits at the base of the pedestal brushed the floor and completely hid Patty's feet. On the front of the pedestal, at about the height of Patty's crotch was a very large, vertical cunt with a golf ball sized clitoris. From her vantage point in their costumes middle top breast Patty winked at me.
As Ellie and Patty made their way over to me, it struck me just how well made their costume was. All five chest breasts, even the one with Patty's face on it, surged and bounced realistically as they moved and all of their additions, breasts, cocks, and cunt, looked like they were molded from flesh. It was even difficult to see how the girls fit together under the costume: the costume effectively hid all of the gaps between girls and their extra body parts so that they really did look conjoined. Their breast covered pedestal seemed to glide along the floor and I couldn't see the skirt of it bulge with the motion of legs or feet. And the two girls even somehow moved naturally together, despite their awkward piggyback positioning inside the costume! I didn't know how the costume worked, but it had to have been custom made out of some sort of theatrical latex and cost an absolute fortune.
People turned to look at Ellie and Patty as they breezed along. But instead of the bemused, incredulous, and judgemental looks I'd gotten, the girls' costume got nods of appreciation. I blushed when I realized how shabby and ridiculous my own costume had to look compared to theirs. Somehow it had become even more humiliating.
I herded the conjoined girls into the bathroom with my face. I was actually pretty annoyed: how dare they talk me into this and then sweep into the party wearing a professional quality costume! I wanted to give them a piece of my mind and have them explain to me why they looked like a movie special effect while I was running around in an oddly stuffed unitard. I shoulder checked my friends through the door and glared at the 'conjoined' twosome.
"I love your costume," Ellie said cheerfully.
"Yeah!" Gushed Patty's breast face, "the armlessness is super cute!"
"And those dickhorns!" Enthused Ellie. "Such a nice touch."
I stamped my foot and would have thrust my hands onto my hips if they were free. "Stow it!" I snapped. "What gives?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Asked Patty sweetly.
"I mean: why is your costume so fucking nice while I'm running around in a bad grade school art project."
"That's a little R-rated for grade school..." grinned Ellie.
"That's not the point! If you were going to get a professional costume you should have warned me. I feel ridiculous!" I grimaced at them. "How could you do this to me? And how could you afford such a costume!? It must have cost a fortune!"
"It certainly wasn't cheap," said Ellie wistfully.
"Yeah, I had to sell like, all of my stuff and clear out my savings for this!" Said Patty brightly.
I rolled my eyes. "Right Patty, you got rid of everything."
She sort of jiggled her breast head like a nod, "I'm a boob now, what do I need with savings?" She and Ellie shared a strange grin.
Ellie still smiling oddly, said, "you know, we brought something that will make your costume look better."
"Yeah!" Agreed Patty, "make that look much more realistic."
That brought me short: they had a way to improve my costume with them? I wondered what it could be. A coat of latex paint? Better fake tits? A whole other costume? "Really?" I asked.
"Really." Smiled Ellie. "Want to use it?"
I nodded anxiously.
Ellie lifted her purse out of her cleavage and pulled out a small perfume bottle filled with glowing green fluid.
I gasped as realization dawned.
My friends weren't wearing a costume, they were actually conjoined. This was heir body now. And...
I screamed and uselessly tried to shield myself with my constricted, bound arms as a grinning Ellie squirted me with alchemy!
I moaned as the solution soaked into my costume and made my whole body hot like it was blushing. I whimpered as I felt my arms recede into my body leaving me actually armless. I gasped as my chest grew and melded with my four fake tits leaving me with my own real, massive two pairs of breasts. I screamed in orgasm as my anus bloomed into the costume giving me a huge cunt that completely filled my ass crack. I squealed and came again as my new ass clit merged with my costumes tail leaving me with a long, mobile clitoris. I growled as my original vagina sealed over and my fake cock and balls became my real massive balls and 16 inch penis. Finally the small cock horns on my head became real leaving me a flesh and blood version of my costume.
The rational part of my brain was freaking out! I was now a transformee! I was armless! My pussy was in my ass! I had four breasts each larger than my head that were somehow heavier than the water filled fakes! I had a cock!
I had a cock...
My cock was rock hard, aching and bobbing in front of me with time to my heart. It felt like it was full of glowing steel and seemed to pulse from somewhere in my back. My new balls churned and seethed. I hadn't ejaculated yet, but I needed to.
Growling a little I took a step towards Ellie and Patty. I guess they saw the need on my face, or maybe they were just aroused from watching me transform, but they glided towards me and embraced me with their arms and cock-arms. My huge breasts mashed between us and I felt a nearly electric jolt as my erect cock touched their warm body. Ellie grasped me by my horn-clocks making me gasp and guided my face into the huge breasts of her chest. I found my lips pressed against Patty's face and she kissed me hungrily, her nipple-nose hard and jabbing me in the face.  I scrabbled my legs on the floor, frantically trying to get purchase and an angle to fuck them. Ellie giggled and, with surprising strentgh lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my thighs around their breast covered pedestal, straddling the conjoined girls as they oriented my cock inside of their large cunt. I was breathless as my entire world was consumed by the sensation of my hard,  hard cock pressing into the tight, hot, slick confines of their pussy. Ellie and Patty groaned at the penetration and shifted me against them. Ellie kept holding me against their body,  while Patty slipped her surprisingly flexible cock arms below me and pushed one cock into my sopping ass-cunt while pushing her other arm deep between crevice of my cleavage. Patty, whose breast-body-face was mashed against my tits started to lick and suck. I started to buck into the confines of my friend's embrace, driving my cock into them but also fucking myself on their arm cock and tit fucking their other phallus. Ellie kissed me, moaning into my mouth while I growled incoherently and Patty slobbered on my massive new tits. I gasped as Ellie grabbed my clit tail in one of her hands and started to rhythmically stroke it like a cock. I felt myself building, boiling, clenching as I thrashed,  fucking and being fucked. I made a kind of mute choking grunt and my awareness narrowed to a moment of eruption as I came, vagina spamming, and cocks all erupting. My main cock seemed to spew forever inside of my friends who both wailed in ecstasy as they finally orgasmed.
I think I was incoherent for a few moments. When I realized where I was, I was laying on the floor gasping and coated in fluids. Ellie and Patty were smiling down at me, flushed looking and sticky. Lazily I grinned back,  taking in their sexy body and thinking what a cute tit Patty made...
And then it hit me again: I had just transformed! I was an armless, massive titted herm. "Fucking hell," I whined, "what did I let you do to me?"
"Win the masquerade contest, I hope." Said Ellie primly.
"But how am I supposed to live like this?"
"Please!' Said Patty. "Suck it up! I made myself into Ellie's middle breast. All I control is my face and these cock arms. You don't hear me complaining."
Oddly, in the moment I found this a compelling argument. "What the hell am I going to tell my boyfriend?"  I asked.
"Who cares about him?" Said Patty.
"You've got us now." Answered Ellie.
"Now come on," Patty the tit said, "we have a Demon's Eve masquerade to win!"
I waddled after them watching them glide along the floor. I felt my cock start to stiffen at the sight and smell of their body. I wondered if they would let me fuck them again soon.

***

Trick

Clara, if she was being completely honest with herself, was drunk as shit. She giggled, sloshing the plastic cup holding her current beverage. "To Demon's Eve!" She slurred happily to no one in particular. A holiday where everyone got to dress like a slutty monster and party was totally Clara's idea of a good time. She adjusted her costume and took a slightly messy slurp of her drink: a salty mix of brine, milk, and grain liquor that the party's host was calling Avatar Cum Punch. Clara had come dressed as a slutty alchemists assistant, wearing a borrowed lab coat open at the front to bare her real breasts, fishnet stockings, strappy pumps, and booty shorts with an enormous fluorescent green dildo hanging out of them. At one time Clara also had a matching green wig, but she had lost it at some point during the night.
Clara felt her insides pinch uncomfortably. She had to piss! Again! She stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry, why did she have to go and break the seal? She stumbled through the throng of partiers towards the stairs to the bathroom. She edged past a couple dressed up like raucous tropical birds, a flamingo harpy and her parrot-man mate. Clara bumped into a very pregnant looking man and drunkenly congratulated him. She paused to watch a couple of girls with fake genitals attached over their mouths pretend to face fuck each other. Clara giggled, that could be kind of hot. Unsteadily she mounted the stairs, almost tripping on the stuffed tail of some bitch wearing a slinky dress extended to make her look like a dick naga. She pushed into the bathroom, dropped her bottoms and had a long, watery piss. Clara sighed happily and giggled. The relief from a good pee was one of the best things about being drunk.
As she stood up from the toilet, the door to the bathroom pushed open. "Heyyy..." she slurred, "occupied?" Did she forget to lock the door. The person who entered the room had a great costume. The first thing Clara noticed was the chick was clearly naked: her generous, pale skinned body was on full display. The second thing Clara noticed was the intruder was headless! That the woman had a narrow, tidy vagina where her neckhole was instead of a face. It looked so real! Clara had no idea how the chick was pulling this off. "Cor..."
The headless woman locked the bathroom door behind her and slinked easily up to Clara. She pressed herself against Clara, their naked chests touching and ran her arms along Clara's back inside her lab coat. "Hey now..." Clara breathed. One of the intruders hand cupped Clara's ass and the other reached around and hesitantly brushed against Clara's still exposed pussy. Clara felt the headless woman pause expectantly, waiting for consent. Clara wasn't usually into chicks, but had to admit this was pretty hot. She could feel herself growing aroused and could smell the blast of warm, fragrant air blowing from the headless woman's neck vagina. "Fuck it...." Clara groaned before leaning forward to kiss and tongue the intruders neck cunt.
The intruder went into action, stroking Clara and touching her and guiding her out of her clothes. She knelt and pulled off Clara's shoes and tights and shorts and mashed her neck cunt against Clara's pussy. Clara panted and moaned, still too drunk to care how loud she was being. Clara started to feel a bit funny as the headless woman worked her way back up her body, sliding her neck cunt over her stomach and breasts. She felt a weird tingle and a flushed heat in her chest. The headless woman placed her hands on either side of Clara's head, palms on either ear, and gently twisted. Clara squealed in pleasure, suddenly feeling penetrated, as if she was rammed full of cock! Except... the feeling wasn't between her legs. And, as the headless woman began to move her head up and down, Clara realized the feeling was more than getting fucked, that she was feeling a new and strange sensation of being enveloped, spectacularly confined. As her head and neck began to slip in alien ways she bit her lip as she felt herself being fucked and fucking, building and building and building until an alien orgasm ripped through her, a vaginal spasm and pumping ejaculation.
Stunned Clara fell back to sit upon the toilet, her chest rising and falling as she panted. She saw... no, it wasn't sight, she somehow sensed the headless woman hold up her head, detached from her body with a forearm length cock instead of her neck. The headless woman lifted the head above her shoulders and, with pleasure evident on the face, inserted it into her neck pussy, pushing it in until the head sat naturally, except for a weird discontinuity of stretched vulva, on her shoulders. The woman smiled Clara's impish smile.
Sitting on the toilet Clara realized she couldn't feel her head anymore. She reached her hands up to her shoulders where they groped along to find that she was now headless, and that she had a pussy where her neck should be.
"I bet you have some questions," The woman with Clara's head said. Clara would have nodded if she could. Clara's face dimpled, "Oh, having a voice again is so nice! Okay, so, I am, or I guess was, a Headless Maiden. And it's kind of transmissible... so now you are a Headless Maiden and, gosh this is so awkward, I'm, well, I'm you. I'm Clara." The new-Clara bit a couple of her fingers nervously in a classicly Clara way.
"The gist of the deal is some Demon thought it would be funny to transform a bunch of unsuspecting partiers into Demon's Eve novelties. Most of the year, you'll just be a normal headless woman living her life. A lot of Sisters go with sex work, but I took the year to travel, doing odd jobs to keep myself fed. It was actually a pretty fun vacation aside from losing my identity. But you get used to that." New-Clara smiled encouragingly and began to gather up the Alchemy assistant costume. "Anyway, next Demon's Eve you will, for that one night, be a Headless Maiden with the ability to transform someone else in exchange for their head and identity." Clara fingered the ring of vulva at the junction her neck-pussy and head-cock. "You'll always be transformed though."
Clara pulled on her stockings and shorts, taking a moment to arrange the green dildo just so. "I saw you at the party and thought you looked really cute and like you had a fun life. So when you made your way up here I followed you." Clara slipped on the lab coat. "And I was right. I'm so excited to be you! I have alll your memories and your personality now. I do have your former brain afterall." She posed at the mirror, looking over her costume. "Except for a new penchant for turtlenecks and scarves no one will notice any difference." She stepped into her heels. "And when the whole neck-pussy, cock-head thing comes up, I'll just blush and tell them I had a Demon's Eve misadventure. It is after all, kind of true." Clara smiled, "How do I look?"
The new Headless Maiden thought for a moment and decided that Clara was convincingly herself. She gave her a thumbs up.
Clara giggled, walked over and planted a big kiss on the Maiden's neck pussy. "Good luck," she said turning to leave, "and Happy Demon's Eve!"
The Headless Maiden picked herself up off the toilet and washed her hands. It was Demon's Eve and she had a party to get back to.

***

Treat

Kent was drunk as shit if he was being honest with himself. He felt a little bad about it, Tina still hadn't arrived at the party yet and while she was late, he knew being this drunk wasn't exactly gallant. But she was late, and Alchemy shot roulette had happened, a game where everyone drank a shooter and one shot glass was spiked with Alchemy. Kent hadn't transformed, much to his relief, but he had gotten pretty wasted. And also pretty aroused, when one of the cute girls playing the game had found the loaded shooter and grown a third breast. Kent kind of hoped Tina would grow a third breast or at least be wearing a costume with one. He took a sip of his Avatar Cum Punch and wondered if Tina would keep her costume on when they had sex later.
Kent found himself wondering if maybe Tina had already arrived, that maybe she was in costume waiting for him to find her. That was exactly the kind of trick she would play on him. He began to shuffle around the party scrutinizing partiers. He hoped he didn't look like he was leering, even if he kind of was. He saw a pretty girl with a green dildo and labcoat with a funny fleshy ring around her neck like jewelry who definitely wasn't Tina. She smiled drunkenly at his attention. He saw a group of catgirls, each sporting a different number of fake breasts... although Kent suspected the one with eight tits was really a multibreasted catgirl. She hissed at him for staring. A headless looking woman seemed to be chugging a beer jammed lewdly into her neck cunt. Another pair of girls were sharing a costume that made them look like a leggy humantaur. They were currently swapping costume elements to trade who was the rear torso and legs. A process Kent was happy to notice involved them stripping down to their panties to swap tail-attached shorts.
Kent was still staring at the humantaur, now reassembled when someone bumped into him. "Hey..." he said, almost spilling his drink. He found he was face to face with an enormous penis. He stumbled back and realized it was a dickgirl, a cock the size of a torso with balls to match attahed to the legs of a woman. Legs wearing a familiar tartan skirt and which had a familiar tattoo on one leg: a musical score wrapping one leg ankle to thigh. Specifically the opening measure of an award winning sonata Tina had written. "Tina?"
The dickgirl wagged its shaft body in a kind of nod. "It's me," her muffled sounding voice replied.
"Woah, that's a really wild costume!" Kent was having trouble focusing, he really was quite drunk, but from what he could tell the costume looked incredibly real. The balls, hairless and smoother than normal hung convincingly. The shaft wagged with the rubbery rigidity of a real penis and was traced with lifelike veins. The proud glans even seemed to have a peeled back foreskin. Kent had seen dickgirl costumes before on a trip to a fake Freyan amusement park: cock shafts that performers wiggled into to impersonate the transformed. But Tina's costume seemed so much more convincing or else Kent was just too drunk to judge. "So I'm guessing your supposed to be a dickgirl."
"Hah. I guess your a Hunter Detective then," came Tina's muffled reply.
"Indubitably," Kent replied sloshing his drink. His own costume was essentially that of a noir deceive: trench coat, fedora, a fake police badge for the Demon Crime Division. He was also wearing a papier-mâché cock over his left arm, a supposed battle-change from an imagined encounter with a wily Avatar. Kent had been quite proud of it until he saw how much more involved his girlfriends costume was.
"Come on," Tina said and turned, walking into the crowd. Kent stumbled after her, following in the wake of space that seemed to open behind the enormous cock and her bobbing balls. Tina lead Kent down a hall, across an impromptu dance floor, and into an unoccupied bedroom. "Sit," Tina instructed him as she kick the bedroom door shut.
Kent flopped onto the bed and watched the surreal view of his girlfriend, dressed as giant cock with sexy legs, slink over to him. She turned, balls swinging, and sat on his lap. Kent squirmed, accurately aware that under her skirt Tina wasn't wearing any underwear. He could feel the heat pouring from her pussy through his pants and the heavy weight of her head sized fake balls. He wrapped his arms around the shaft of her costume, feeling her twitch and press against him. Kent felt himself grow hard.
"Do you like how I look?" Tina asked, voice less muffled.
"Of course, baby," Kent said, grinding his hard cock against his girlfriend.
"I know I'm late," Tina purred, "and I think we should catch up." She rolled her hips on his lap, stood and spread her legs, skirt up, showing her wet pussy, balls dangling between her legs. "Well, Hunter Detetive, fancy fucking a dickgirl?"
Kent climbed unsteadily to his feet and began undoing his pants, discarding his fake cockarm. He knew he should feel conflicted about having sex with his girlfriend in a giant cock costume, but with her sexy ass presented to him, of course he was going to fuck her. Plus, he had to admit, as he swung Tina around to face the bed, there was something wildly erotic about the fusion of his beautiful girlfriend and an cartoonishly large cock. Tina bent forward, flopping her cock body on the bed, bracing herself. Kent pushed forward, cock rubbing against her wet labia, bumping into the back of her scrotum. Tina made a kind of mewling sound and pushed back against him, her hot balls swaying below them. Since Tina's arms were bound, Kent reached down and guided his cock into her, and began to thrust, wrapping his arm around her shaft body just above her scrotum. Kent wondered at how warm Tina's costume was, how the shaft seemed to tense and buck against his arms with every thrust. Tina moaned and the sound seemed to come from the dick slit, and she humped back against Kent. The two came together faster and harder, their balls slapping together and to Kent looking down, it looked like he had grown a giant, moaning cock. Despite the strange visual, Kent felt himself about to come and then he felt a strange pressure penetrate him and press on his prostate like a finger. He grunted and came, semen pumping into Tina. Tina spasmed, her balls tightening against Kent and she made a kind of squealing gargling sound as thick ropes of come shot out of the head of her giant cock body and splattered across the borrowed bedroom.
"Fuck..." Kent breathed, collapsed against Tina, feeling her gigantic balls slowly relax. "This isn't a costume is it?"
Tina, her cock torso sprawled on the bed sputtered cum from her dickslit mouth. "Happy Demon's Eve!"
***

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