The Transformation
As she stared at the ring in disbelief, she finally noticed her phone was buzzing full of activity. Her automatic silent mode for church finally turned off. Messages from friends, strangers, and family came flooding in; all of them were concerned about her. She glanced. She didn't read. She didn't care. It was another source of annoyance compounding the problem at hand. So she decided to handle something she could control.
Izzy quickly turned off her phone and tossed it across the room, expertly landing on the couch far away from her sight. She needed to isolate herself from everything; even the outside world was already too much. She didn't want to see through her windows or be bothered by anything that wasn't porn. When she was done, all that remained of the outside world was the soft natural glow of light trying to soak through the curtains, which she accepted in her home—for now.
Izzy put on her headphones, started her favorite porn playlist, and let the sounds of pleasure wash over her. Finally, she was at peace. Finally, she was where she belonged...until she heard a familiar “clank” on her table. It was the same noise she heard earlier when the ring hit the floor in the living room. The damn ring had teleported again, this time right next to her left hand. She wanted to scream. Her vision started to blur from rage. Peace was shattered once again.
Surprisingly, at that moment, she kept her wits about her. Deep down Izzy knew her screams were not normal. She just didn't acknowledge them because they felt so good. Her mind flashed back to the church, that moment when the lights went out. It was delicious wielding that kind of power. The ownership of that moment made her instantly horny. But she couldn't do that to her laptop. Not now. She really needed to watch porn. She let out a low, deep growl. Something that could be felt more than heard. All of her quiet rage began to focus on a piece of metal that refused to leave.
She took a deep breath, her face set in a scowl, and picked up the ring. She walked out the door, still naked, storming down the stairs, and made her way across the parking lot again. For the second time today, Izzy was deliberately exposing herself naked in public for anyone to see. She didn't care.
The naked and insatiably horny woman stopped at a tall tree. She wound her arm back, her breasts jiggling as her body adjusted. With all her strength, she threw the ring towards the tree. A rustle of leaves and an audible 'plink' was heard as the ring was once again out of sight. Further away from her door than last time. Hopefully gone for good.
Izzy stood naked in the sun. Her vision sharpened, her scowl faded—her humanity returned. She chose to prolong her public exposure. She needed to savor it. Embrace it. Detach from all things wholesome and normal.
Izzy outstretched her arms and smiled. It felt good to be naked outside again. She still had her headphones on, and her porn audio played from her laptop. It was pure bliss—nothing but perverted moans and sunshine. She felt her pussy throb, and her sweet wet arousal began gushing down her leg again. She was free. She was finding her true self. She was completely obscene.
She did a pivot on her heels, letting her left hand drift back between her legs. Izzy didn't care one bit if anyone could see her. She didn't even look around. “Shame has no place in my life anymore,” she thought to herself. The naked woman walked back to her apartment, slowly playing with her clit, building up to a well deserved glorious release.
“This is my wedding night,” Izzy said to herself. “Porn is my husband, my lover, and my best friend. Porn is all of these things now. Porn will be everything I need.” The naked woman glided back into her apartment, her hands covered in her womanhood. She put her fingers in her mouth, slurping up the obscene collection of pussy juice that had flowed out between her legs. She smelled the aroma. Savored the taste. It came from her, produced out of defiance to be her old self. She wasn't starting to let go of her anger. The increasingly depraved woman wanted her thoughts to fade into something simpler and more primal.
By the time Izzy got inside, her hand was making audible noises playing with her pussy. The symphony of porn in her headphones and the squelching slick slops of her fingers were putting her in a trance. Each hitched breath was a soft moan from the fire that was building inside of her naked body. Her well-placed caresses continued to make sweet music with her pussy. “I've never seen anything like this. I've never heard anything like this,” she said to herself.
The naked woman looked down at her hands and feet. A large puddle of clear liquid was beginning to form, little bits of womanly nectar splashing up and wetting her feet. Not even her favorite porn stars did what she's doing at this moment. She felt more alive than ever before. Praying and reading her bible never brought her this much joy. Her devotion to porn was giving her real tangible results. She only wanted to worship porn now.
The chorus of moans in her ears told her what to do next. It was her only compass. Her only unwavering decision. She had to see the images on her screen making these marvelous sounds. She had to watch. She had to focus all of her energy on what matters most. Porn.
Her porn addicted orgasm awaited. Her rebirth as a full-time pornosexual goonette was now.
Visibly drooling with a crazed look of anticipation, Izzy padded over to her laptop. Her other free hand started playing with her tits. Both of her thighs were slick and sticky from her pussy gushing like a small stream. She had a vague thought that maybe she should drink some water, but her legs didn't carry her to the kitchen. Instead, something else happened entirely.
In a sudden bright flash of light, the ring reappeared.
There was no mistake; that same blasted piece of metal, the final bastion to her purity, did not want to leave. Izzy's stood there. Nostrils flaring. Eyes vibrating, lights flickering, laptop stuttering and glitching because of her rage welling up from deep inside. She took 3 deep breaths. Closed her eyes. Calmed her thoughts. She decided to talk to the ring. If this thing has a will of its own, then maybe it will hear her.
The haunting duality of human and inhuman voice started coming from her throat. Izzy spoke slowly. Each word was slow, controlled, and metered. Her only gateway to happiness was in danger for fear of her own dark inner power. She refused to let her rage obliterate her laptop all because a stubborn ring refused to leave.
“I don't know WHAT you are, but if you want to stay, you will be with me my way.”
The enraged naked porn addicted virgin grabbed her purity ring. She held it carefully between her sticky wet fingers, placed the tarnished silver ring on her clit, and began to rub slowly. Each up and down motion rubbed gently on her clitoris, sending pulsing pleasure up her spine and around her body.
She closed her eyes, reassuring herself that the ring would not disrupt her perverted version of her wedding now. Izzy sat down, took a deep calming breath, and began to watch porn and masturbate. Her pace began to quicken as she accepted that her last symbol of purity was being perverted into a tool of hedonistic pleasure. A slow exploration became a furious pace, summoning something deep inside to finally be free.
She looked down between her legs and began talking to the ring in her inhuman voice. “Look what I turned into little ring,” She cooed in her new voice, “Is this what you wanted to see? Is this how you want it all to end? My complete sacrifice of all things pure and holy? You want me to watch it all get replaced by porn? Are you my little pervert too? Look what became of me. It's so perfect, isn't it?” The ring obviously didn't respond. But it was completely covered in her juices.
The poor laptop could barely maintain a cohesive image. Every coo with Izzy's supernatural voice rattled the pixels, straining to perform their designed purpose while being exposed to immense spiritual pressure. Lights all around her apartment flickered in response to Izzy's voice. The audio in her headphones started to scramble. Even the TV in the living room started to flicker. The purity ring was soaked, wet, and slippery, barely able to stay in her grasp. A strong, sweet, womanly aroma wafted in the air. The room got cold, but Izzy didn't stop masturbating. Her very existence was becoming a supernatural event.
She felt her breasts swell. She felt her genitals pulsate. Each contraction ended with more fluid gushing out in obscene sploshes, pooling at her ankles on the floor.
“This is my calling. My purpose. This is my pleasure. My POWER. My EVERYTHING!”
More waves of pleasure welled up from inside of her, rushed out from her clit, and then wrapped her whole body in a shockwave of pleasure. The pleasure she was experiencing had fully consumed every sensory organ. She focused on her screen. Watching black women that looked just like her writhe in ecstasy from the toys that were buried deep inside their beautiful bodies.
Blinking felt good. Breathing felt good. Leaking felt good.
The heavy musk of her arousal filled the room, overpowering everything. It was just confirmation that what she was doing was important. Everything about this was right. Everything about this was a sign that this is how she was supposed to be.
Her hand was a violent blur between her legs, summoning more than just an orgasm. It was almost like she was trying to elevate herself beyond the screen. Beyond porn. Beyond everything she lived for.
She was ready for an orgasm that would make her leave her body.
As she gasped in complete surrender to her unhinged and extremely aroused desire, Izzy was far was beyond feral. Her breath in the cold room formed lustful clouds of condensation before her face. She didn't question it, nor did she question the flickering lights.
She accepted all of it, including her own inhuman supernatural voice. She yearned for change, for something to happen in her life. Thus, she chose to embrace all of these unexplained phenomena and invite them into her being. The Bible was full of miracles. She was just deviating from the path and creating her own.
She opened her mouth, eyes rolling, drooling, and gurgling, slowly downgrading her faculties to just her base instincts.
Then the convulsions started.
She cried out in pleasure, speaking to an unspoken presence ready to emerge from her womb. “Praise Porn! I'm at my altar! I am GOONING,” she bellowed. “I am ready. I am open. I WILL be reborn!”
The inhuman supernatural tones from her voice washed over Izzy's ears. For a brief moment she finally heard the demonic duality of her voice, but she was too far gone to care. It all felt too good to stop. Then with one final moan, everything shifted.
Just like before, everything around her became deathly silent. Despite her moans, screams, affirmations, and other inherently disturbing vocalizations, there was no reaction from the outside world. In fact, her neighbors were none the wiser to the ritual being performed on the other side of their walls. That was the extent of Izzy's inner power. What she was doing was for her and only her to witness and experience. Her desire to isolate manifested in ways that she would never be aware of or comprehend. She had created her own porn addicted worship bubble. She wanted to leave their world, so she made her own.
Izzy had 3 porn videos playing all at once in front of her. All of them were black women masturbating for the camera, rubbing their pussies in reckless abandon. One woman was sucking a dildo, the 2nd was using a fuck machine, and the 3rd woman was spreading her ass wide open, showing her holes. Everything slowly came into bright, vivid focus that was better than anything she had seen before. This was more intense than anything else she has experienced. No religious event could compare to this experience.
Izzy kept touching herself.
The audio playing in her ears became more than perfect. More than real. It was almost as if she was in the room with porn, not the other way around. That only lasted a few seconds though. Then the sounds it grew louder and louder in volume. Then it became deafening. She felt the audio rattle her skull. She could almost feel her teeth vibrate. She refused to turn it down. She didn't know her hears and changed on a fundamental level.
The glitching screen flashed one more time, and the images stabilized. The flickering lights all around her changed. Instead, they began to act more like a lit candle flame than man made lights.
Then the laptop screen got brighter, almost blinding, but she refused to close her eyes and stop watching. Her eyes had changed on a fundamental level.
Then, screen felt like it was getting closer to her face. She felt like she was floating. She didn't want to stop touching herself. She put more pressure on the ring and in turn this put heavier pressure on her clit. She had to keep masturbating. There was no stopping this, no matter the cost. She literally was gooning like her life depended on it. In some ways, it was.
If it weren't for the fact her mind had totally unraveled, she would have noticed she was actually floating. Her whole wet naked ass had left the chair a few moments ago.
Then transformations continued to happen.
Izzy's breasts grew bigger. Izzy's pussy grew in size, threatening to swallow her hand. Izzy's clit had grown very prominent and engorged, almost as if it was trying to wear the ring. The pleasure-possessed woman continued diddling her private parts with that ring like a human-powered vibrator. She didn't even care that she was floating; nothing in that moment mattered other than pornography and masturbation.
She wanted change to happen, even if she didn't know the full gravity of that singular intent in her supernatural state. The transformations continued.
Her hips grew wider. Her ears larger and pointed, almost cat-like. Her cheekbones were more pronounced. Her eyes had grown larger, also cat-like Her canines longer. Her tongue began to fork.
Her body ached and swelled in ways that felt unreal, but all of it felt good. She was too focused on her screen to take notice of what was happening to her body.
All of these transformations were a product of her oppression, her anger, and decades of pent-up sexual energy weaponized into metamorphosis.
And then she came. The once pure church virgin aged nearly 30 years finally had a real sexual release. No accidents, no guilt. A full no limits life changing orgasm.
As the woman lifted higher into the air, her sexual porn convulsions slowly became a full seizure. Her hand never left her pussy. In fact, she was practically fist fucking herself due to the transformation. Now seized in place right where it should be. The ring never left her clit the whole time. As her hips bucked, the ring finally slipped to her obscenely engorged giant clit. Almost symbolic of a wedding vow completed, but in the most perverted way possible.
Her voice was no longer human. Her vision was permanently altered. Her pussy changed forever. The chair below her was drenched as if someone poured a bucket of water all over it. The carpet below her was soggy. She was literally gushing from between her legs nonstop now, floating, twitching, and lost in pleasure.
She floated higher and higher, training her neck and upper torso to stay as close to the screen as possible. She had no other control over her body. Her eyes started glowing again.
“This is so beautiful,” Izzy gasped in her new voice... now a tritone of something old and ancient. What she heard startled her. That broke her trance. Her body stopped seizing. Then suddenly, she fell towards the floor from nearly 6 feet.
The naked woman came crashing down on the chair. Her naked body cracked the frame, but the expensive leather office chair took most of the impact. She collapsed on the floor in a wet, dripping splosh as she landed in her own puddle of musky arousal. Her pussy was still twitching. She still felt the full body high of her tantric orgasm. Somehow, she escaped serious injury. But her head still hit the sopping wet carpet pretty hard. Everything started to fade.
Right before she lost consciousness, the ring floated off her big meaty clit, glowing like the sun and spinning so quickly that it looked like a silver orb. It floated, landed on her womb, and burrowed deep inside. No pain. Just a ball of bright light went inside of her pussy, never to return.
The seizure ceased. Her pussy resumed its normal size, with her almost penis-sized clit returning to a familiar yet still pronounced state. Her ears, now fully feline, gradually reverted to a human form but remained slightly pointed, retaining an air of peculiarity. The large almond cat eyes returned to their normal size, though the iris was now an unnatural caramel and gold color—quite distinct from her original dark brown. Certain body parts retained their altered state. Her breasts remained full and large, standing proudly without a bra, as if enhanced with implants yet perfectly natural in appearance. Her hips remained flared, remaining transformed in defiance. She now exhibited a more pronounced hourglass figure due to her wider, still natural-looking hips.
Through some miracle of all these changes, Izzy was still alive. The room started to warm up. Sounds from the outside world started to return.
Izzy's mind and spirit slowly drifted off to another place while her body lay limp on the floor. She was still wearing her headphones. They were still blasting porn in her ears. The laptop continued to play porn for its now unconscious audience, the glitching screen now back to normal.