v1 CHAPTER NINE: (18+) In which an overly helpful assistant adjusts clothing and body to fit

Susan came into Michael's rooms carrying a large bag full of sports bras, compression binders and t-shirts in various colors. Too many for him to use, it seemed like. "All right, Michael. You'll have to take that wet shirt off now."

He looked at her disconsolately. "You're ordering me to strip? I get enough of that from Yael."

Susan rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not ordering you. Take your clothes off, please. We need to see how much of your body has changed."

Michael shrugged. "Fine." He started pulling off the T-shirt. As soon as he was able to wriggle out of the wet fabric, he threw it on the floor, standing with his torso bare. His skin was still unbelievably smooth, with not a hair growing on it, and his small breasts stood at proud attention, about the size of lemons. His nipples protruded significantly. Susan whistled softly. "Wow, those are cute. Small, but perky." Michael frowned and turned away from her. "Come on, let's find something that will fit you. What size shirt do you wear normally?" Susan asked.

"Uh..." Michael thought for a moment, and then answered honestly, "Large, usually, unless I want to be comfortable in that baggy way." Susan nodded and opened the bag to find shirts in various sizes, all of them looking rather snug. "On the bottom, you'll want one of these," she said, tossing Michael a blocky-looking navy bra in a stretchy fabric and a sporty style.

Michael stretched it. "This doesn't seem like a typical sports bra," he said. "What is it?" Susan smiled, and answered, "It's designed to compress the chest, so your boobs won't jiggle when you move. See? The material is tight, like a second layer under your skin. Those big nipples shouldn't be able to poke through easily, so they should stay where they are. Here, try putting it on."

Michael pulled it over his head, finding the garment so tight that it affected his breathing. But Susan was right, it did flatten his torso considerably. "Anything else?" Susan gave him a tight, stretchy t-shirt. The overall effect was to slim his torso, even his stomach, but he did look masculine.

He felt a bit self-conscious in such an outfit, especially since he was standing in wet boxer shorts, but he had no choice but to accept the change, so he slipped a loose cotton top over it, and buttoned it up to cover his new undergarments. "How is that?"

"Looks fine!" says Susan. "If I do say so myself. Of course, I think you'll have to put something on over your boxers." Michael abruptly became self-conscious about standing in front of a young woman, wearing only his underwear. Susan didn't seem to notice at all.

"Now, let's see those hands," she said. Michael obeyed, and Susan examined his hands closely, examining his now delicate-looking knuckles, the long slender fingers, and the length of his nails. She whistled. "The nails are a lot longer than I expected. But you could be a hand model. Your skin is so soft, and the shape of your hands is quite elegant." She picked up one hand and turned it as if studying a rare fossil.

"Thanks," said Michael sarcastically.

Susan chuckled. "Sorry, it's just that this is all so fascinating. Let me try cutting them." Susan took out a large pair of clippers. "Heavy duty kind! We're working with demon stuff here, after all... might be tougher than usual." She clipped and trimmed until Michael's nails were short and neat, and then handed him a nail file. "Here. File and keep them that way. If you cut yourself with a sharp nail, you may bleed. That wouldn't be good for you, or the church."

"Okay," said Michael, and filed his nails down with careful precision. "Wait a second... they're already longer than they were when you cut them. I can't even really file them down; they're growing so fast!"

"Yeah, I see what you mean," replied Susan. "Yael's powers are strong. You should probably be careful about how long your nails get and avoid situations where you might scratch yourself, or someone else?" She put her hands together in prayer. "Dear Lord, we thank you for giving us this opportunity to help Father Michael. Please let him remember to clip his nails like, every couple hours?"

Michael sighed As Susan watched, her eyes widened. "Wow! Look at the growth!"

"Yes, it's spectacular..." said Michael sarcastically, and then began to apologize for his tone. Susan waved him off. "It's slow enough that you should be able to keep clipping it." She clapped a hand on his shoulder in a comradely way. "We can do this together!"

The human contact was warm, and familiar, and Michael was acutely aware of Susan's side next to his own, pressing into his tightly compressed chest. He felt his penis begin to harden. Susan noticed his reaction and giggled. "So much for keeping the passion under control..." she joked.

Michael blushed furiously. "I... don't worry Susan, I would never...! It's just this damn succubus, the whole situation is making me react all the time..." He looked as if he were about to cry.

Susan patted his arm again and leaned close. "Oh, don't worry, I understand. This is all new to me too, a little scary, but fascinating. I'm happy to help, it feels nice having someone to care for."

She bit her lower lip, looking anxious. "I have an idea about your problem. Maybe I should... help you out? I've read about temptation and possession, and I think I could help you... get some relief?" She reached out, and brushed her hand lightly against his bulging crotch, which reacted swiftly and strongly.

"Susan, what are you... that's totally inappropriate! I mean, obviously my body wants one thing, but is that even a good idea? To give into sin like that? It could make my body transform further!" Michael tried to push away from Susan's touch, but she held him firmly. Her other hand gently stroked the back of his neck. His penis throbbed in response, and Susan seemed to notice this. She smiled knowingly.

She began to stroke Michael's face, running her nails across his cheeks. "No, silly... I have a theory I want to test. Your transformations are caused by demonic power, unholy energy. We've been trying to protect you from that, but Yael keeps arousing your sexual feelings with all her seductions."

"But what about holy energy? Where does it come from? Love, of course. Not just sexual love but caring and kindness." She kissed him softly on the lips, and Michael found himself returning her kiss with equal intensity. They stood there, kissing passionately.

Then Susan pulled away and began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her lacy bra to Michael. Michael's heart skipped a beat, and his penis stiffened even more. "I love you, Father Michael. Not in a like, romantic way. Not just in a sexual way. You're my friend, and advisor and guide."

Susan's eyes were glimmering with heartfelt enthusiasm. "I want to help you. I admit it's a little selfish. I've always found you attractive, and I'm... I get horny pretty easily..." She blushed, her cheeks growing pink.

"But I also want this in a different way. I think there's something selfless and good in what I'm about to do. Help a buddy out. With his big hard boner." Susan grinned. "You need some relief, and I need a little fun. So... I guess it's a win/win situation for both of us?"

Susan undid her bra and revealed her firm breasts to Michael's curious gaze. She was right: her breasts were larger than Michael's, a full C cup compared to his A cups. She rubbed her breasts up and down against his arm, teasingly, and Michael moaned in response, his hands instinctively reaching for her breasts, but he was stopped from touching by her hands on his shoulders.

Susan continued rubbing her tits up and down over his chest, brushing his own erect nipples. She cupped her hands around her breasts, massaging them roughly, causing her nipples to stand erect and poke out. She moaned, then lowered her face towards Michael's crotch. Michael gasped when he felt her mouth probing for his penis through his pants.

Susan stuck her tongue out, and began licking the tip of Michael's penis, then she slowly opened her mouth, allowing the entire length of his cock to enter. She began sucking him off, moaning loudly while she did so. The sensations were so intense that Michael hardly knew what was going on.

This is the first blowjob I've ever had, Michael thought. And I'm getting it from a young woman. My friends in high school... they'd never believe this was happening. Susan was clearly enjoying herself, to an almost obscene degree, moaning, groaning, and panting as she sucked him off. He could feel the vibrations of her voice in the head of his dick, sending electric shocks throughout his entire body.

Susan wrapped her lips tightly around the base of his cock and moved her head back and forth, slurping on the end of him. "Unnhgh. Michael, you taste so good. I love it... I love it..." she mumbled, breathing heavily between words, clearly aroused at being able to suck a virgin cock, and especially one with such a powerful effect on her body.

She moved her hands down to the front of her pants, groping at her wet pussy, and pulling her lips open with two fingers. She slid a finger into her pussy, then another, before taking three fingers deep inside. "Sorry Father, I've got to... I've got to touch myself; I get crazy when I'm like this." Guiltily, she got back to work on his dick, sliding her fingers deeper into her pussy, and stroking her clit with her other hand.

Michael watched her fingers move into her pussy, watching the juices leak from her cunt onto her pants. He wanted to help her pleasure herself, but he was worried about how his own penis might react. Susan noticed Michael's concern, and pulled away. "No, Father. Let me do everything, please. Just stay still. Do you like it? This is your first time, right? Do you like... my mouth?" She gazed up at him, doe-eyed and hungry.

Michael nodded, unable to speak due to the incredible sensations. He loved the feeling of Susan's lips moving up and down, and the sensation of her tongue swirling around the end of his penis. He liked the soft sounds coming from her throat, the way she was making love to him.

He had no idea how to respond; he was a gay man wearing a compression bra, getting sucked off by one of his parishioners. What could he say? So, he let out a long moan instead, which seemed to excite Susan even more. She reached up and cupped one of his breasts, holding his nipple between two fingers, rolling it. It felt as if the new, fat flesh was wired directly into his crotch, and his knees began to bend. He was panting and moaning.

"Oh God, Michael," Susan said, barely audible around his cock. "I'm gonna cum soon if you keep doing that, I can feel it building up! Please, Michael, don't stop, I've gotta cum now!" Susan gripped Michael's leg between hers, rubbing herself against it. Susan's moans rose higher and higher until she came, crying out and grinding her wet pussy against Michael's leg.

Seeing her body wrack and writhe sent Michael over the edge, and he bucked his hips, sending his cock deeper into Susan's throat than ever before, shooting a massive load into her mouth. She gagged, choking on his semen, and swallowed every drop. After she had caught her breath, she pulled away from Michael's cock and wiped her chin clean with a tissue from Michael's pocket. She smiled at him shyly.

"Wow, Father, that was amazing! You did so well for your first time!" She clapped her hands, as if applauding a young pupil. Michael boggled at her. How could she be so casual about... this kind of thing? But she wasn't done yet. She took Michael's penis into her mouth again, sucking and slurping the remaining semen from his shaft.

Susan kept her eyes closed as she worked him, humming to herself, a pleasant vibration. When the job was finished, Susan looked up at Michael. His penis was still hard, but it was no longer engorged. "All cleaned up!" she said. "Boy howdy, I love the taste of cum in the morning." Susan licked her lips, smiling wickedly.

Susan picked up her bra and started to fasten it again. "See? You're much less horny now, right?" Michael could not say for sure. He'd had released, but all these sensations were so strange and new. "I'm helping you resist evil, and I'm happy to do it again any time! Any time at all, Father!" She winked at Michael as she put her bra on and zipped up her pants.

Susan checked herself in a mirror and gave a satisfied sigh. "I'm sorry about your pants, but it'll dry out... I drink a lot of water, so my fluids are pretty clear and light! Oh my gosh, this is such great research. I sucked you off and you didn't transform or anything." Despite her apparent nonchalance, Susan was running on, talking to herself nervously.

As if to punish their hubris, Michael felt a nervous jolt of energy run through him. Something was happening to his body once again. It happened so quickly that he barely registered it. The change was subtle: just the faintest shift of shape, an odd wriggling feeling between his legs. But something was different about him. A hint of femininity. Just enough to notice. "Um..." He turned to look at himself in the mirror. And there it was: his cock had not only fallen flaccid, but was smaller, and thinner. "What the-?" Susan looked over her shoulder at Michael, who was staring at the reflection of his dwindling dick. Susan gasped. "Your penis has changed! It's... shrinking!?"

It definitely was; flesh shrinking away, pulling back towards his pubic bone. Not only shortening, but getting narrower, flattening, closing... "What's happening to me?" HIs hands scrabbled at his cock, trying to hold on. Susan crouched down to inspect. She touched the tip, and her tip of her pinky finger disappeared into the urethra.

"Oh no... oh my. Maybe it's turning into a clit?" she asked with a mixture of fascination and horror. Michael's penis shrank further. Susan's fingers probed his urethra again, but it was gone, no hole in what remained of his cock. She ran her fingers along the little, erect nub, marveling at its softer texture. Michael jolted in shock. The fleshy piece that remained was unbelievably sensitive, Susan's touch like electric shocks to him.

She looked at him, apologetically. "I'm sorry... but hey, look on the bright side! You have a clit now? I consider it one of the finest human organs ever created. Why, the sheer number of nerve endings on it is part of the reason humans like to procreate. It's part of what makes me wet and horny way too much of the time, that's for sure. The most powerful tool for pleasure ever devised by God himself, Michael..." Her nervous chatter trailed off.

Michael sat down and put his face in his hands, Susan falling completely silent as she saw his disconsolation. He reached down and felt himself. He had a clit now, surrounded by two tiny pink folds of skin, shielding it. But he had no vagina of any kind, no vulvae or anything that looked like female genitals he'd seen in textbooks.

Below his clit was a small hole, probably his urethra? Then, an expanse of smooth skin, followed by the droopy sack of his testicles. He was a freak, thought Michael, nothing like any other human alive. Not a man anymore, but not a woman. A... thing with balls, and a tiny penis, a clit.

He shivered, and Susan noticed. She frowned, her expression fracturing. "Are you alright, Michael? Do you need to talk?" Michael shook his head no, and his shoulders slumped. Susan walked closer to him and took his hand in hers, looking into his eyes. "Look at me, Michael." He met her gaze and tried to smile but couldn't quite manage it.

"Don't worry. Everything will be okay, Michael. I... owe you an apology. I thought our union would be holy, and somehow exempt from Yael's... process. But that was foolish of me, I feel like a total idiot." Her eyes brimmed with tears. "I'm sorry, it's just hitting me now, what I've done. I practically... I basically sucked your dick right off, Father."

She laughed, wiping her tears away with the back of her hands. "I never meant for this to happen, to make a mockery of our spiritual bond. I couldn't keep my hands to myself, I took advantage of you. I'm so, so sorry, Michael. I don't think I could forgive myself if anything happened to you now." She sank to her knees in front of him.

In a low, weary voice, Michael said, "It's okay, Susan. Don't beat yourself up. One way... or another. It'll be all right."