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The Temple of Hate: Chantry’s Circle
A song dedicated to the Circle Mages and Mage Rebellion.
Xandria’s ‘‘Temple of Hate’’ from the album Sacrificium
Every day I am facing a new way of chasing The dreams I am losing in constant defense The world keeps on turning, the beds are still burning In foolish unconsciousness and self pretense
Take it away, take it away, free me Take it from me, take it from me now! Falling astray, falling astray faster Only to see how...
Deep in the shadows it's hiding for me Down there the demon is rising Coming to carry my soul down with him Down into the temple of hate
All the ways that are leading into hell's open ceiling Are carrying names so familiar to me It's so hard to stay who I am when your knifes Rip my heart out and hit me again and again
Oh, please help me – Oh, let me be
Take it away, take it away, free me Take it from me, take it from me now! Falling astray, falling astray faster
But I will keep it under the surface of my smiling face No-one can see what's behind this mask for the world I am wearing all time so I can survive
Because...Deep in the shadows it's hiding for me Down there the demon is rising Coming to carry my soul down with him Down into the blackness of the temple of hate
Tim's Fun Day Continues
Just spotted this story from @zachghost770 and I cannot help myself to not make my own take from the source material since I have a lot of the guy's picture stashed in ny gallery
I never considered to let Tim rein back over his own body ever since I managed to stay inside him past the 24 hours mark. This whole experience just felt tremendously good and I couldn't let go of the thrill of having this sick Aussie dad bod under my control.
If you asked me what's my favorite aspect of the whole possession thing is, my answer will be on how I corrupt this morally outstanding member of society to be this depraved musk-whore who will shoot his load anywhere he damn well please. Just living that dual life of being a respectful member of the society in plain public sight but acting on my demonic instinct in the confine of private spaces make my head spinning in euphoria. I mean.....just look at this goody two shoes of fit doctor and tell me you are not turned on by the sight of him
Purely on his look and his public persona, this guy is an 8. I was having a lot of good times chuckling deep inside of him as I played pretend to the people in his life that I'm still the same morally uptight and respectful Tim, you know....the one that helped the elderly in his care
The loving single father to what seemingly destined to be a great boy
(I legit just wanted to left the boy's birthday party and snagged one of the MILFs for some quick fuck in that pic, which I did, which caused her marriage ruined, which has been my agenda since she's such an annoying preachy bitch asking me why I didn't visit the church for some times.....duh)
Those quality really put him into the league of some of the finest men and he deservingly scored a 10/10. But, the absolute thrill of using such pious and polite mouth of his to spew lies, self-degradation or even mindfucking his colleague push him to be a 15 out of 10 for me.
Still fresh in my memory that just last weekend, I went to Tim's homecoming and boy did I do some damage there. From what used to be a casual conversation among uni friends that never met each other for a while, the conversation turned spicy as I led them to reveal about their not-so-great sexual life with their wives.
As a true friend, I let them copped a feel of my tight hole as their dicks slid into the tightest hole they ever encountered for a while in one of the secluded classroom, and boy did they loved that. The pure ecstasy shown in their face as their sweaty body pinned me down on one of the table with their eyes fully rolled to the back when they shot their load really made me hard. It also became an entrance for me as the cum I spewed entered their system and would slowly affect them in times to come. I bet by Thanksgiving, they would knock on my door begging for another fuck and by the time it happened, my hole would remain as tight as the first time they slid their dick into me.
But of course I couldn't sleep with different people by every different day. There's this different pleasure of getting Tim's mouth spewing all those unholy cusses after a solid day out pretending to be goody two shoes that he is rather than just being a muscle whors 24/7. So I keep up the facade as I have a life to maintain and public persona to keep, so I helped myself in most of the time when I'm feeling horny. All it takes is usually just a mirror and all sort of cruel, self-degrading jokes just rolled flawlessly out of my mouth.
Making the outstanding doctor worshipping his own biceps, lost in his own sweaty musk, spitting to his own reflection or even taunting him for being powerless to stop my possession of his body as if he's not imprisoned in his own unconsciousness and bound there for good unless I said otherwise is just a crazy power trip for me. I got even harder when I talked about ruining his reputation, doing some fucked up shit to his patients or not treating his kid nicely and I would usually shoot these huge volleys of jizz that splattered all over the floor and the mirror as I usually edged myself for quite some times before letting the release happened, creating this gigantic mess due to the buildup of cum his ballsack produced
Then, as if nothing happened, I would just shake my head and groan afterwards, playing along like a confused fucker on what just happened and stated things like
"Oh my God, what just happened? Who did all this?"
Or my favorite, especially if I tapped into his memory and used the exact tonality of his speech to sound innocent
"Ughhh.....did I just shoot my load because a demon told me to? Oh dear father, please forgive me for I have sinned and not planning to stop," which always managed to make me smirk
I think with me being safe and sound inside him for more than 30 days and even closing in to 60 days now, I should call some other friend of mine and see where we can take this whole thing next. He has plenty of hot friends anyway and it's gotta be nice to see those taut muscular form under the control of another like-minded entity
Tim’s Fun Day at the Gym
FULL DISCLOSURE: AI GENERATED STORY. I MAY HAVE GIVEN THE PROMPTS/PLOT FOR THE FLOW OF THE STORY BUT THE AI DID THE REST.
As the demon took over Tim’s body, he felt himself up and reveled in the sensation of being in a hot, muscular body. He flexed Tim’s biceps and admired himself in the mirror. “Fuck, mate, you’re one sexy bloke,” the demon said in Tim’s deep Australian accent. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch himself, to explore every inch of his new body. His hand wandered down to his crotch, feeling himself up through his gym shorts. “Shit, this is better than I could have imagined,” the demon said, still speaking in Tim’s voice. “I never knew what it was like to have a big, throbbing cock like this. It’s fucking incredible.”
The demon closed his eyes and began to stroke himself, enjoying the sensation of his hand on his cock. He let out a low moan as his erection grew harder and more pronounced. “Ah, that’s it, mate,” the demon said, lost in the pleasure of his own touch. “You’re such a fucking stud now. Look at those abs, those pecs, those bulging biceps. You’re a fucking god, mate.” He kept stroking himself faster and faster, his breathing becoming more ragged as he neared the edge. Suddenly, he let out a loud moan and came hard, shooting his hot load all over the gym floor. The demon collapsed against the wall, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He was covered in sweat and cum, but he felt more alive than he ever had before. “Fuck, that was amazing,” the demon said, still gasping for breath. “I could get used to this, mate. Being a hot, sexy stud with a massive cock. Who knows what kind of fun we could have?” The demon grinned to himself, already thinking about what kind of mischief he could get up to in his new body. He was going to enjoy every moment of this possession, and he couldn’t wait to see what else he was capable of.
“Ooooh, mate! Look at these guns!” He flexed his biceps and made a kissing noise at his reflection in the mirror. “I’m a fucking Adonis now!” He took a deep breath, inhaling Tim’s familiar scent mixed with the musky odor of the locker room. The demon smirked to himself, feeling even more aroused knowing that this friendly DILF persona was just a facade, and no one knew he was just a meatsuit for a depraved demon. Feeling particularly mischievous, the demon opened Tim’s locker and grabbed a can of deodorant. He popped off the cap and placed the can in his ass, wiggling it until it was nestled comfortably inside.
The sensation was incredible, and the demon couldn’t help but let out a deep moan. He quickly composed himself, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention. “G'day, mate!” he greeted a fellow gym-goer with Tim’s signature Australian accent. As the demon worked out, the can of deodorant rubbed against his prostate, causing him to leak pre-cum and become increasingly aroused. He struck up conversations with other gym members, pretending to be Tim while secretly enjoying the attention on his bulge. But it wasn’t enough. The pleasure was too intense.
The demon needed release, and he needed it now. He excused himself to the bathroom cubicle and locked the door behind him. As he leaned against the wall, he reached down and rubbed his hard cock through his shorts. The deodorant can was still nestled snugly in his ass, adding an extra layer of pleasure. He tried to stifle his moans as he worked himself up, not wanting anyone to hear him.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” he groaned to himself. “I’m such a dirty boy, aren’t I?” With one hand on his cock and the other on his chest, the demon rode the can deeper and deeper, panting with pleasure. He was getting close, so close, and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he cried out, his voice muffled by the cubicle walls. He pumped his cock faster and faster, feeling his balls tighten with the impending orgasm. Finally, with a loud moan, he erupted all over the bathroom floor. He panted heavily, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through his body. But the demon wasn’t done yet. He scooped up his own cum with his fingers and licked them clean, savoring the taste. “Mmm, Tim, you dirty boy,” he chuckled to himself. “I can’t wait to see what else we can get up to.”
RENT
My landlord was an asshole. His name was Scott. Always complaining about doing the bare minimum. I froze for two whole months waiting for him to repair the heating, but hey! don't be late with the rent or he'll kick you out the next day!
One of my neighbours, Ms Everett, a charming old lady, told me that things weren't always like this.
-You see, Scott's mother owned the building. She was a lovely woman, always so helpful. She even organised "rooftop barbecues" from time to time for the tenants to mingle - she said with dreamy eyes.
-That sounds really nice, Miss Everett
Then her expression shifted.
-But two years ago, she got sick. Everyone visited her at the hospital, except his own son Scott.
-What a massive asshole.- I said, not really surprised.
She nodded.
-Sadly, I agree. After she passed, Scott inherited the building and her money. Some tenants couldn't stand him and left. I... can't leave... so it's always nice that good people like you coming to live here.
The way she said she couldn't leave was strange, but another thought came into my mind. I had to tell her.
-Scott... he's going to kick me out, Mis Everett... I lost my job and didn't pay the monthly fee...
-Oh child...
She got sad, but I could see in her eyes she was planning something. Maybe I was imagining it.
I was desperate. I couldn't go back to my hometown to live with my homophobic father. Not again.
-Maybe I have a solution for you - she finally said serious.
Hope at last.
-I'll accept whatever it...- I started to say before someone interrupted me.
-HEY! YOU OWE ME MONEY, DUDE!
It was Scott.
I started to tremble.
-Scott... I... I...- I stuttered
-DUDE! I DON'T WANT FUCKING EXCUSES!
I was scared, but at the same time, I was a little aroused. Scott was a douchebag, but he was hot. The image of him angry in his sweaty and revealing gym clothes was making it difficult to decide if I was scared or turned on.
Then, I stared at his bulge, visible through his gym shorts.
He saw me distracted, and followed my gaze.
-YOU FAG, YOU ARE SO OUT OF MY BUILDING, DUDE.
Then I remembered we weren't alone. I din't want Miss Everett to be part of this.
I looked at my right, but she wasn't there. I breathed relieved. For an old lady, she really was sneaky.
-YOU PAYING ATTENTION, DUDE?
Scott pushed me.
I wasn't able to keep my balance and I fell to the ground.
My head hurt. I didn't know if it was from the fall, but I was hearing a woman singing in a language I didn't understand. The voice was somehow familiar.
I yawned.
All the problems, Scott, my father, my head... seemed foreign to me. I was feeling very tired.
-The fu...- Scott tried to say sleepy.
He closed his eyes and was about to fall on top of my tired body. My body didn't respond. I saw him fell, but before the impact I lost consciouness.
...
I opened my eyes. I was in Miss Everett's house?
-The fuck...?
I panicked. That was Scott's voice, but I was the one who said that, right?
-Shh child, you need to rest - Miss Everett reasured me.
I breathed relieved, closed my eyes again and sleep.
...
A few hours later, I screamed.
-WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?- I yelled shocked staring at my now big and muscular arms.
Then I looked at the rest of my bigger body. Pillow pecs? abs? muscular legs? a beard?
In disbelief, I connected the dots. That wasn't my body and I was wearing Scott clothes. I was my asshole but hot landlord.
From the stress and the fall I must have finally lost my mind.
I massaged my pecs, they felt pretty real and amazing.
Then, I flexed my right arm and sniffed my armpit. That was my landlords smell, or... my smell?
The realization of being in my sweaty landlord body woke up my now bigger dick trying to get out of his shorts.
-OHHH FUCK!- I moaned.
In my previous twink body, that thick dick would have destroyed me for sure.
I moaned again at the thought of getting some action with this stallion.
My hands pulled down the gym shorts I was wearing. Of course, Scott's package matched in size with the rest of his body.
I began to stroke my borrowed dick, while my other hand started massaging my hairy sack to finally move to my hairier and probably virgin ass.
The masculine moans were louder, and hearing my landlord voice only made me more horny. After all, I was making the body I had been lusting moan without control.
I was so intoxicated by the power and pleasure of this body that I completely forgot I was masturbating and loudly moaning in my neighbours couch.
After a few minutes of exploring that sweaty hunk body, I felt my cock tensed up. With a primal but masculine moan my previous body could only dream to emit, I released load after load of my landlords cum.
My furry chest and the couch were a sticky mess.
I felt so euphoric and still so horny that I licked all of the cum I could. Savoring the taste of MY cum.
While I was licking it, I heard footsteps approaching.
I stopped abruptly with drops of cum in my beard.
It was Miss Everett, but she looked younger?
-Well, well, dirty boy, I see you are enjoying your new life,uh?
Something was definitely wrong with her. She looked younger, her voice sounded somehow masculine? And her kind expression was now sharpened and smiled, but not like a sweet old lady. There was something evil in his gaze.
-Miss.. Miss... Everett.. I am so sorry- I said ashamed trying to cover the snake bouncing between my legs with a cushion.
She laughed but with an strange echo.
- Don't be, child. I am after all the one who made you look like this.
- Wait, what? - I yelled surprised.
- You are so naive, child. I like that in a man. - she smiled - You see, I'm a demon. I wasn't always like this - she said pointing at herself with disgust while getting older again- but someone trapped me here, inside of this building, in this female flesh a long time ago.
"A demon? Yeah, why not?" I thought.
If I somehow possessed my landlords body, demons being real wasn't really a big deal.
- But... I saw you outside the building many times.
She took a deep breath.
- This flesh can leave and she doesn't know for how long she has been alive, but me, a male demon, I am doomed to stay and wait for her return, only to be a passenger of her boring life.
-Oh, I see... - I tried to keep my cool- but why help me and not yourself?
She smiled rejuvenating again.
- I need your help, dummie.- she smiled again- Also maybe all of these years inside this woman made me a softie.
-A favor for a favor, I see...- I hesitated- What do you need Miss... demon?
-Oh just a drop of your blood and I need you to say "I free you, dude"- She said mocking Scott's voice.
I took a step back.
-My...my blood, why?
She shook her head.
-Not "your" blood, I need the blood of the asshole heir of the greatest son of a bitch who trapped me here.
She pointed at me to state the obvious. Scott's family was connected to the demon.
-You really need my help, uh? - I said with Scott cocky actitude- what if I don't help you "demon"?
The old lady sighed.
-Here we go again... First, demons aren't evil, well some of them are... I'm a lust demon. I only care for pleasure and sex, not harvesting souls and shit. - she explained annoyed, but then her expression shifted. She was deadly serious now - Second, if you don't help me... I'll make sure that Scott beats the shit out of you before you go back with your "dear" father. Don't fuck with me, child - her expression shifted again, now she weared Miss Everett charming smile like a mask- Third, don't forget if you help me you win this sweaty hunk and all his money, sweet child.
I looked at my pecs and muscular arms. Then, I thought of my shitty father waiting for me in my hometown.
-We have a deal.
She gave me a needle.
-Just one drop, dear.
I pricked one of my fingers.
-I free you, demon - I said solemn with my landlords voice.
Miss Everett licked with her old tongue my finger.
That was so gross. I looked away for an entire minute.
-It's done - said a masculine voice which sounded similar to Scott's.
I looked at the demon. He was an exact copy of my naked landlord body but with red eyes.
He massaged his dick while biting his lip.
-Oh fuck, how I missed having one of these.
I was so turned on looking at him enjoying himself that I massaged my identical dick enjoying the views.
The demon smiled seductively at me. Then he looked around him annoyed.
-Ugh, I can't stand another second in this fucking building.
He scratched his naked ass and a red card appeared in his hand. He gave it to me.
-Meet me here, and we'll have a good time - he winked at me while rubbing my crotch.
I closed my eyes while moaning.
When I opened them, the demon had already left.
I scratched my borrowed beard wondering what just happened. Not too much though, because Scott's dick... I mean... My dick was demanding attention.
I opened the door of my new apartment, removed my sweaty gym clothes, releasing my hard dick, ready for round two.
Part 2?
Part 2:
James minded his own business under the sun on the private beach within the resort perimeter when a fit older daddy whistled at him. Being the flirty young stud and noticing the bling on that fit daddy's body, he grinned back at the older guy before approaching him. That turned out to be the biggest mistake that cost James his life as the older guy eyes suddenly turned pitch black and his warm smile turned into a devious grin.
Already within grasp of the older guy, James found himself trapped in his place as the older guy grabbed both of his shoulder as he grinned
"It's about time to shed this old skin and start again,"
That's when pitch black smokes emanated from his ear, nose and between the gritted teeth of that older man and started its infiltration into James. The young stud unable to scream for help as time seemingly froze during the moment and before long, the smokes entered his body through all the opened orifices, including his navel and ass crack that slightly revealed due to his skimpy swimwear.
As the final wisps of the pitch black smoke settled into James' body, the devious smile seen before in the older guy now copied to perfection by James.
The older guy seemed confused and at lost, but upon making eye-contact with James pitch black eyes, the older guys pupil dilated and he started speaking monotonously
"Ready to be in service of you, Master,"
James just grinned widely as his eyes turned back to its original hazel color. He then dismissed the old guy to return to his room and James will swing by later to pay the older daddy a visit.
The sun is blazing and James already spent quite some times on the beach anyway, so he walked into the shower area to give his new vessel a thorough inspection.
The shower session was sensual to say the least, as the smoke seduced James body and pushed it to its limit by exiting and entering his body all shower long. The real soul of James can only scream and moan everytime he managed to wrestle control of his body even if only temporarily. Eventually, as he neared orgasm, the black smoke not only entered James body, but also managed to attach and penetrate itself to James actual soul, corrupting the young stud even further as the black smokes now take on the form of James, even in astral level. That is the final push that resulted on whatever humane about James released out with the geyser of sticky white mess the dick released all over the shower stall, inviting delightful chuckles from the new and sole owner of James Dalton physique.
As he left the shower, he grabbed the clothes James brought along. He already put on James shorts as he checked his body in the mirror.
The musculature, the glistening sweat, that irresistible charming face, he's a complete manipulator ready to wreck havoc for women and men alike. But he needs to really scream his sluttiness from the get go, so he closed his eyes and focused his power a bit. As smokes coming out from his body as if he's a fire fuming out smokes, his hair color seemingly bleached on its own and not even a minute later, he's now blonde and looking straight like a lusty sex deviants
Now, he's ready to live life to the fullest, making sure to destroy all humans he decided to be deserving of his corruptive love and subsequent control over them.
I stand before the mirror in my bathroom, the room bathed in the soft glow of the flickering candlelight. It's Halloween night and the atmosphere feels charged, almost electric. Lately, more than usual, I have been feeling an unsettling sense of curiosity, a yearning for an unusual adventure. Maybe it's the night playing tricks on me, but my reflection smirks—a sly, enigmatic smile that doesn't belong to me.
Suddenly, my reflection speaks, "How about the time of your life?" His voice is deep, warm, flowing over me like melted chocolate, and ineffably seductive. This reflection, I realize, is not truly mine but an enticing demon donning my visage. While I should be terrified, his presence feels dangerously inviting, stoking a primal urge within me.
Seeing my hesitation, my reflection decides to expedite the proposition. With a lustful gaze, he starts caressing his body, and unbeknownst to me, I feel the phantom touch on my own skin. Revealing his throbbing erection, he starts to masturbate. The sight captures my eyes and I’m entranced by his every movement, feeling a strange kind of connection. His hand, moving rhythmically, is a sight that sends waves of heat crashing through me. The sensations flood my mind and, before I can comprehend it, I realize — I too am hard, uncontrollably aroused by the tantalizing prospect.
As he nears his climax, an animalistic groan escaping his lips, I watch in the mirror as my reflection shoots a creamy load. The intense pleasure, mirrored on my end, pushes me over the edge, my own orgasm rushing forth like a powerful tide. Cum spurts out of my erection, an experience so intense and novel, my own reflection basking in the euphoria.
Panting heavily, my heart pounding, the aftermath leaves me in a daze. The offer is tempting, my mind dangerously swaying toward acceptance. Seeing an opportunity, the demon grins at me, waiting for my decision.
Feeling the remnants of my orgasm still tingling in my veins, I don't need to think twice. "Yes," I breathe out, a sense of release washing over me.
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Assuming full control of this human vessel, I feel a thrilling surge of power. Every muscle in this body bulges to life under my command. I double over, gripping the sink as the transformation ripples through each nerve, each fiber of the being I now occupy. Sinew and muscle warp and weave, cocooning a timid soul in a chiseled husk of radiant masculinity.
The former owner of this body is relegated to a distant corner of his mind; his timid whispers barely echoes against the profound roar of my will. He is a captive audience to the spectacle unfolding in front of the mirror, his horror, a sweet symphony to my cacophonous mirth.
“You see this?” I flex in the mirror, entranced by the reflection of bulging muscles and a daunting heft between my legs. My smirk translates onto the reflection as I wrap my changed hand around the flexed bicep, feeling the rock-solid muscle under the touch. Bending down, I press my lips to the bulged arm, leaving a juicy kiss on my ripple of raw power. "Boundless strength and virility, in what used to be such a pathetic sissy boy,” I jeer, intoxicated with the new sensations.
Gone is the timid hesitation of the man, replaced by my dominant confidence. His world has been turned upside down, and I’m the coy god presiding over it. The smirk never leaves my face, even while witnessing the horrified lament of my host. A cruel laughter rings in the silent bathroom on Halloween night, as his timid cries are drowned in my triumphant, cocky celebration
Awakening Something Unholy
Upon hearing the light snores coming from the next door bedroom, Jake quickly hopped to his feet and flicked on his bedroom lights. With haste, the longer-haired high school senior slid open his phone and began to snap a few photos, one with his pre-decided outfit and one without his shirt. While he was certainly in a hurry to escape his house and head out onto the town, he certainly wanted to do a little something extra for his girlfriend.
Cheryl had been incredibly understanding and lenient when it came to dealing with Jake’s unreliable nature, especially when she understood that it wasn’t his fault for his behavior. As she soon found out on the second or third date back in their sophomore year of high school, Jake’s parents were the most overbearing parents possible. Despite Jake being a popular guy who was average in sports, his parents still retained no trust in the student when it came to going out at night. Not only did they severely limit the places he could and couldn’t go via a tracker on his phone, but they also gave him an incredibly shitty curfew of 7 PM (even on the weekends)!
While his parents had boldly stated that Jake should never step foot at the local fall carnival for fears of “serious injuries” from the traveling amusement rides, Jake was willing to break the rules since Cheryl loved the carnival so much. It was a tradition at this point for all of the seniors to go to the carnival and have a blast riding rides and making out with their partners despite their intermittent vomiting from the high-octane thrills, so it was safe to say that Jake was absolutely determined to attend the festivities.
After hiding his phone under his bed to avoid being caught from the tracker, Jake fired off the two images with the caption: “My parents are finally asleep, see you soon ❤️” before sliding open his window and slipping out of the second story bedroom and onto the top of a sturdy pergola next to the house. Upon climbing down the connected trellis on one side of the building, Jake smiled as the soles of his pristine white pair of Vans slapped against the concrete backyard patio. As he began to walk out of his backyard and into the woods that were connected to his property, Jake’s face turned into an amazed grin as the bright lights of carnival attractions led him through the eerie woods towards his intended destination.
* * * * *
Just as Jake had anticipated, the carnival was an absolute blast! Based on all of the fun he had, it was certainly a good idea that the young man disobeyed his family to spend the time with his girlfriend and their shared group of friends. Although the teens lived in a relatively small town, the carnival had attracted a ton of travelers to the point where Jake theorized the bustling carnival contained more individuals than the actual town itself!
While the packed crowd certainly hindered how much stuff the group could do before the carnival closed, the group certainly had a blast going on rides such as the Gravitron, the Zipper, and many more. Of course, the combination of these rides and greasy carnival food wasn’t a great pairing, so most of the food ended up regurgitated into a trash can by the end of the night. But despite this, the group still had no regrets about the events of the night as they dispersed and went their separate ways.
After kissing his girlfriend one last time and helping her into her car, Jake gave a smile and wave before heading out back into the woods to sneak back into his apartment. To his annoyance, his parents were incredibly light sleepers, so just the sound of a car engine passing by the house often woke them up! He certainly didn’t want to face the wrath of his family for disobeying their rules again, so the woods were the safest (yet most dangerous) option for Jake.
Despite hearing the occasional scurrying of animals around him, Jake had no real fear about walking through the dark and eerie woods although he felt like he should have plenty of it. He had been told by his family for years that there was something “unholy” in the woods, but his attempts at finding any answers always came up short. Knowing his parents’ flair for the dramatic though, Jake wouldn’t have been surprised that such a term could be attributed to anything from a skunk to a bear.
As soon as the carnival lights turned off, Jake scolded himself for not bringing a flashlight with him. Due to the loss of his one source of light Jake was now utterly confused about where to go in the pitch black woods. Fumbling around, the man could only extend out his arms and take small steps as he tried to navigate the woods that had increased in terms of creepiness more than tenfold.
But despite Jake’s best attempts to slowly traverse the uneven ground, the man’s feet had suddenly taken a wrong step and caused the man to suddenly tumble down a high hill. “Ow, fuck!” Jake cried out, his voice in a grimace due to the pain that was radiating throughout his limbs and the disgust of his clothes now covered in dirt and mud. After fumbling around for something sturdy to help himself get stood back up, the man latched onto a thick vine and hoisted himself onto his feet.
While he was unable to see anything clearly, the man was completely unaware of the fact that he had fallen directly onto the spot in which his parents had stated was completely “unholy”. Unfortunately for Jake, this activity in such an unholy area had caused something to be awakened, eager to escape the confines of its trap and manifest into the real world once more.
Still making his way slowly through the heavy brush on the ground, Jake was obviously nervous and afraid that he would be stuck in the deep pit given the muddy conditions that made it hard to get a nice grip on any exposed roots or tree branches. Just as he was able to grasp onto a thick root and start to pull himself up, the senior soon found himself getting resistance from his right foot. No matter how hard he tugged and tried to unlatch himself from whatever he was caught on, his right foot remained firmly stuck in a stern unmoving position. As he moved his hand into the brush to reveal what he was caught on, the man soon found himself alarmed to find a thick vine wrapped around his ankle several times. “What the fuck!” he cried out, dropping his grasp on the exposed root to devote all of his attention to unhooking himself from the peculiar vine.
With his attention focused on freeing his right foot as he frantically exhaled, Jake was completely oblivious to the fact that more vines were looking to latch onto him. As they slithered across the ground like snakes stalking their prey, that slyness was quickly replaced with a deadly intensity as each vine shot out rapidly and grasped onto each remaining leg and arm of the man. “Wha-?” Jake cried out, looking out at the thick vines that had snaked up each of his calves and forearms.
Before he could even attempt to free himself, Jake gasped in fear as the vines tugged on each of his limbs until he was now hanging above the ground by a solid six inches. Unfortunately for the high school senior, there was no way for the man to break free from the restraints of the vines that were somehow… throbbing. With each limb stretched out and the hold on each one being iron-tight, there was nothing Jake could do besides thrash and attempt to call for help.
“Hello!” Jake cried out, tears rolling down his eyes as he pleaded for ANYONE to come save him. “Please help me, I’m stuck in the woods!” he continued, his voice breaking as he was completely overwhelmed by what’s going on. He hated to admit it, but it seemed like his parents were right after all - this place was truly unholy!
Upon hearing the crack of a twig in the nearby distance, Jake couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as he could just barely make out a humanoid-like appearance walking towards him. “Thank you so much for coming! I don’t know how this happened, but the vines attacked me!” Jake said through deep exhales and a slight grin forming on his face as he retold the scenario to his apparent savior. But as the figure grew further into focus, Jake’s celebration was immediately found to be premature. Instead of expecting to see an approachable do-gooder willing to help him, Jake’s eyes went wide as he came across something that was certainly not human...
With a darkened burnt skin whose quality resembled that of tree bark, the wide and muscular creature now standing in front of Jake was clearly not something of this realm. In fact, with its skin that had deep red flowing through it, Jake couldn’t help but visualize molten lava running through the creature's veins given the darkened red glow that radiated beneath the cracks of the bark-like skin. While that was certainly a disturbing sight to behold, nothing terrified the young man more than the pointy horns that pressed forth from the creature’s forehead. Standing in front of him, Jake shivered at the first thought of what was standing before him: a demon.
As the entity extended a clawed hand out towards the tied-up man, Jake soon began to sob at the impossibility of what was happening to him. There was no way that demons were real, that was all just some bullshit that religious people like his parents told him about to make sure they obeyed everything they said! But as the creature opened its mouth in a wide grin that revealed razor-sharp fanged teeth, Jake soon found himself to be a believer as he attempted to beg for his life.
“Please, please don’t hurt me!” the man frantically cried out, his wavy mob of hair becoming a sweaty tangled mess as he thrashed against the restraints of the vines. “I’ll do anything you want! Just let me go and tell me what you want!” he continued, trying to reason with the demon to save his own ass. With that level of desperation rattling his soul, Jake knew that he would willingly sacrifice anyone if it meant saving his own ass from this creature. While he continued to think about this, he noted how the demon tilted its head and stared intently into the man’s frantically shifting eyes. Was it possible that it was hearing what I was thinking?
Before he could go back to pleading for his life to secure his safety, he cried out in fear as a loud screech escaped from the demon’s mangled mouth before it began to fall into the ground as a black cloud of smoke was left in its place. Whew, thank God. I’m safe! Watching in curiosity, the cloud slowly hovered towards the ground as it made its way towards the still-strung up man. As Jake watched the cloud then begin to rise up until it was eye-level, the man soon began to grow worried that he wasn’t completely out of the woods yet. “No, please don’t!” Jake tried to say, but it was all for naught as the smoke darted towards Jake and entered into his open mouth.
Sputtering and attempting to close his mouth, the man found himself unable to resist as the smoke continued to funnel down his throat and into every inch of his body. As his eyes watered from the distressing situation, the man soon found himself shivering and shuddering as the plume of smoke finished completely invading his body. This isn’t good at all, what was it going to do to me?
As Jake began to feel himself growing weaker and weaker as his limbs began to move at their own volition against their restraints, it suddenly dawned on the man what was happening to him. This demon was going to take over his body! Of course, Jake was going to put up a hell of a fight. If he was going to lose his body, he was going to fight for every remaining moment he could before he lost all control. “Help, please help me!” Jake screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping for someone to come save him before the possession was fully finished. But unfortunately for Jake, he had already lost so much control that his desired statement could only come out as a high pitched whisper that made Jake feel even more pathetic. He was pissed off that he didn’t take that ride home with his friends, but even more pissed to know that his parents had actually been right for once and now he was paying for it with his life!
Still, the man attempted to remain strong and reject the possession as he focused all of his energy on pushing back against the demon’s attempts to break him, devour his soul, and take his body for his own. It was a struggle to fight such dark and powerful forces, but the concept of seeing his girlfriend again and going away to college was enough to keep him fighting for control of a life that the demon would surely use for malevolence and unleashing chaos. While his attempts were ultimately failing as he felt himself growing weaker and weaker, there was an interesting development occurring that Jake soon began to notice.
Staring at his arms, the slightly tanned man’s skin began to slowly lose its healthy glow as the skin grew paler and paler until it resembled a darker grey shade. It started with his fingers and worked his way down as his arms underwent the skin tone shift. Although Jake couldn’t see it for himself, he knew that every inch of his skin was undergoing the transformation to shift him into something that looked as demonic as what was inside of him. Due to his resistance and attempts to defeat the demon, Jake had unintentionally activated a physical transformation to occur on his body to allow the demon to grow powerful enough to fully annihilate Jake from his own body. With the physical changes continuing to manifest, Jake realized that he had truly opened the most terrifying can of worms in existence. Not only would he lose his body, but his attractiveness was being decimated to turn him into a demon-human hybrid both inside AND outside.
After his skin seemingly finished shifting shades, the next set of physical changes began to occur as Jake’s body began to expand with intense muscles. His hands cracked and contorted as they grew wider while his fingers lengthened and sharpened into a set of sharp pseudo-claws. Watching in abject terror, his healthy toned physique began to grow twisted in Jake’s eyes as his forearms grew thicker while his biceps exploded into growth that could rival the size of footballs. Gritting his teeth as the painful transformation progressed and tore up the sleeves of his already tight long-sleeve shirt, the man couldn’t help but cry out in his head. No, not this! I’m going to look like a freak!
With his shoulders widening as his traps grew thicker, Jake grew uncomfortable with just how bulky he was becoming. His shirt was clearly not meant to contain such growth, which was made extremely obvious as his pecs suddenly grew insanely large. In mere seconds, the transformation had caused his nipples to jut out from his chest and turn his shirt into a crop top as the muscle growth caused his shirt to ride up. It was absolutely devastating to watch his body grow such bulk since he preferred his smaller model-like size, but it was even more alarming as his waist widened to create a thicker and wider full torso. The fabric of his jeans struggled against the accelerated growth, especially as his rear end grew plumper into two round globes of delectable beefy goodness.
As the changes progressed further down his legs while his thighs expanded enough to split the seams of his jeans both along the thighs and also the back of his ass, Jake could feel himself fading away more and more by the second. Despite his best efforts, it was clear that there would be no way for him to defeat the demon. It wasn’t as if he felt himself being pushed into the background of his own body, his entire essence was being siphoned off by the demon as it took away his memories and devoured the remaining aspects of its soul for its own nourishment.
While it was certainly the worst possible scenario he could ever imagine, Jake found himself comforted and relieved by one last memory of the final carnival date with Cheryl before Jake’s essence had permanently been removed from the body. Now a hollow husk, the demon gleefully took complete control of Jake’s body as the final changes progressed. Blinking as the vines began to slowly loosen and free its master, the demon could feel its new eyes shift. Those bright blue irises began to grow darker until a pitch black color had replaced it and began to expand. Within the next five blinks, the gorgeous set of eyes had become a pair of pitch black eyes that could evoke nightmares in even the most resilient of men.
Groaning in pain, the final transformation occurred as the demon found its footing once again and the vines receded back into the overgrown brush to await their next order. With a trickle of blood beginning to drip down the man’s now dark grey skin, a small set of horns pressed forth from Jake’s forehead to fully transform the man into the perfect harbinger of destruction to this small town. Moving its claw-like fingers up to the cascading blood, the demon snickered as it wiped off the blood and drank it, savoring the blood of his newest victim and host.
While the demon refused to verbalize any of its thoughts, it applauded the human in its useless attempts at resisting his transformation and possession. For hundreds of years, it had been trapped in the overgrown woods to make sure that it was never disturbed or awoken. But with Jake’s stumble down the hill, the demon’s burial grounds were disturbed and had allowed the demon to escape and wreak havoc on the world once more. The foolish human had not seemingly heeded the advice of the town protectors that lived around the woods (such as Jake’s parents) to avoid the location at all costs, which worked out perfectly for the demon’s plan.
With so many years trapped, the demon had formulated and scrapped hundreds of plans to unleash chaos on the town that had imprisoned it. In its most recent plan, the plan was to find a perfect host that could be easily corrupted to destroy the town and world at large. While Jake hadn’t been the ideal subject, the man clearly had a darkness within him from the first thought of sacrificing friends or even family to escape the clutches of the demon. So, instead of just letting the man go, the demon decided to just make Jake’s body do its own bidding as a host. But to both the demon’s shock and relief, the man’s attempts to fight off the possession only allowed the demon to reorganize his body as it saw fit to make it the ultimate machine for chaos and violence.
So, as the demon skimmed through all of Jake’s memories, it soon began to walk towards his family home as the first step of his plan was made clear. Firstly, he would get revenge on all of the ancestors of the families that originally trapped it in the woods all of those years ago. Given the fact that all of the houses along the outer ridge of the woods belonged to those ancestors, the demon’s first task was incredibly simple to execute.
Walking out from the woods, the demon made a direct beeline towards Jake’s house and smirked at the upcoming torment to come. After so many years trapped, its torturing skills were fairly rusty. So, as the demon levitated Jake’s body off of the ground and into the open bedroom window on the second story, it was thrilled to use its host’s parents as the first guinea pigs given their direct connection to its imprisonment. Upon entering the room, the demon made its way out of the bedroom and towards the bedroom of Jake’s parents. Opening the door and rushing in, the demonic entity began its first step of endless bloody carnage that would certainly last beyond the month of October...
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A curl of indigo smoke slipped in through the crack where Greg’s bedroom window hadn’t quite been closed all the way. Greg rolled a bit in his sleep, a sweet and sinister scent washing across his face. He grumbled a bit as more and more of the smoke rolled in, shoving the window open further and further. The mist coalesced on the floor, filling in the spaces between discarded clothing and food wrappers.
The demon smirked darkly and stepped forth from the shadows, wisps of smoke crawling from his inky blue skin. He stared down at how defenseless Greg looked while sleeping, messy locks of hair sprawled over his pillow. Greg looked so defenseless that he couldn’t help but reach down and run his fingers across the trail of hair that curved down Greg’s round belly. He reveled in the smooth feeling, thinking that this prey had some potential.
The demon slipped back into the darkness, shifting into pure smoke for the next step of his plan. As naught more than a tendril, the demon slithered around the room towards Greg’s mouth, intent on slithering inside of the sleeping man. He knew, for the most fun, he’d need to pace himself. Going too fast would only shatter the human’s mind with indescribable pleasure.
Snaking across Greg’s cheek, the demon measured parts of itself to be inhaled. Greg coughed at the first hit, moaned at the second, and was greedily huffing the demon inside by the third. The man was going commando underneath his dirty sweatpants, the outline of his hardening dick quickly appearing. The demon sent a tendril of mist down to encircle Greg’s dick and balls, ensuring he’d remain hard and on edge during the entire process.
Sweat beaded on Greg’s face and chest as dark hairs began to appear. The patch of hair covering his pecs slowly crawled outwards until it coated his entire chest and shoulders in a dense carpet of moist hairs. Greg was definitely a little overweight and the demon wanted to lean into that more fully. The smoke filled his stomach, making his smooth belly bulge outwards more and more. It bloated out until the skin was pulled taut and Greg’s spare tire was a thick, heavy ball gut. Greg moaned loudly as his happy trail expanded across the tight, shiny skin of his stomach.
The smoke filtered out more into Greg’s body. His biceps exploded into thick, ropes of muscle that poured down and beefed up his previously thin arms. From the waist up, he looked more like a competitive strongman than some wimpy cub who’d never been into a gym before. The hair at the bottom of Greg’s new gut expanded past his waistband. The gray sweatpants darkened around his groin as the sweaty hairs filled in around his dick, across his balls, and down his taint.
The tendril acting as a cock ring began to work its way towards the head of Greg’s average erection. With all the precum pouring down the side of his leg, the demon had no trouble slipping down inside of Greg’s dick and balls. Length and girth blossomed from his body like air being pumped into a balloon until the dark head of his dick escaped the confines of sweatpants. Veins zigzagged across the shaft and bulged from his dick as Greg’s dick reached full mast. His balls didn’t escape the notice of the demon either, the volume of his balls effectively doubled, filling with twice as much cum.
Greg inhaled the last of the demon’s smoke, filling out his legs with powerful muscle and a coating of hair. With just as much effort, his feet popped and grew from the size 9 that Greg wore into a massive size 14. The formerly ill-fitting sweatpants looked like thin exercise wear from how Greg’s new muscles stretched the fabric. For the final touches, the demon changed Greg’s hair, dropping the long, messy locks in favor of a short horseshoe. Ironically, the only part of his body that didn’t have a sweaty lock of hair covering it was the shiny, bald top of his head.
With himself fully insinuated over Greg, the demon slithered into his dreams to begin the final changes.
Despite being asleep, Greg could feel how restless his body was. Any other night, he’d probably have just woken up, but there was just a little something preventing him from doing so. Tired of resisting, Greg gave up decided to just ride out his dream. He could see himself in a little restaurant kitchen, baking some kind of cake he’d only seen on TV. However, tons of smoke poured out when he opened the oven. The smoke filled the kitchen and he coughed and coughed, but the hot feeling in his chest wouldn’t subside. After a long moment, the smoke seemed to dissipate, and Greg found himself somewhere completely different.
He found himself resting, naked, in a large, fancy armchair. A fancy cigar was pressed between his lips and he enjoyed puffing on it, despite never having smoked in his life before that. On his knees in front of him, Greg could see a man that looked almost like he did going down on his huge dick with reckless abandon. From Greg’s mouth poured smoke and a husky voice that he found he wasn’t in control of, “you like daddy’s cock?” The subtle vibration of the man’s agreeance sent Greg over the edge and he shot awake at the same time his dick erupted across his gut and chest.
The moment of euphoria was something like he’d never felt in his life. Shot after shot of cum spilled across his gut and chest, warm, wet, and gooey. What kind of adult still had wet dreams, he wondered while coming down from the high.
He sort of noticed something was off. He’d never cum that much in his life, let alone that hard, but it wasn’t like he was getting a ton of action in the first place. Idle hands and all that. He tossed his legs off the side of his bed, hearing a terrible ripping noise.
“The hell? I just bought these damn pants,” he muttered, annoyed. Still, he was eager to clean his mess up and stepped out in the dark hallway, hustling down to the bathroom. He didn’t seem to notice the floorboards creaking underneath his feet. When he stepped inside and flicked the light on, Greg yelled.
“Dude, what the fuck!” His baritone voice cried out. Instead of the cute young man he always saw, a huge, hulking bear stared back at him. He slammed the door to get a better look at himself in the floor-length mirror on the other side, but his surprise didn’t wane.
A part of Greg didn’t hate it, but he felt like someone’s sex fantasy. He’d never wanted to be bald before, but there was something… hot about it. Greg reached down to strip off his torn pants and the sight of his huge dick nearly made him cum again right there.
“Holy shit! I could kill a guy with this fuckin’ thing!” He jokes, grabbing ahold of it. He was in awe of how fat it was, cock bulging between his fingers as he squeezed it. The thrum of pleasure through his body convinced him to keep stroking it, despite just cumming a few minutes prior. At full hardness, it visibly throbbed, hypnotizing Greg a bit into dropping his guard. That was all the demon needed. Looking up in the mirror, Greg blinked, and his eyes changed to an unsettling shade of blue that almost seemed to glow in the dim bathroom light.
“My turn,” the demon said. Greg, relegated to the backseat in his own body, felt a bit like he was dreaming again. Part of him began thinking maybe the entire thing had all been a dream too. It was kind of a fucking hot dream, Greg thought, and he was more than happy to give the reins over and see where it took him. Seeing himself in such a powerful, dominant form was exciting, even if he wasn’t the one in control.
The demon wrapped one of his hands around the thick tool hanging almost impossibly far off of his new body. Solid, warm flesh always felt good to touch and he spent a good few minutes enjoying the feeling of human cock in his mitt. The smoky demon only possessed men whom he felt had an untapped submissive side. He needed them to give in willingly so he could take and reshape their bodies for himself. And he’d found himself a real doozy.
The demon lifted his arm, exposing the musky scent of his sweaty pit. Just the sight of the muscle and hair was almost enough to make the demon plaster the mirror, but he resisted. There was so much of this new body to explore that he wanted to enjoy it a little longer. For several minutes, one hand stayed on his dick while the other flexed and groped every inch of slick, hairy flesh it could reach. Corporeal forms were so sinful.
When he finally decided it was time to cum, he flexed both his biceps in a winning bodybuilder pose and shot cum like a hose all across the surface of the mirror and floor. A nearly manic smirk on his face, the demon exhaled a ribbon of smoke. He’d found such an incredible host! Greg himself had sunk so deep into the pleasure of his body and corruption that the demon felt like he could almost change his soul into smoke too. Imagine the pleasure they could both find together…
Before that, however, the demon wanted to have some fun with his body. He got down on his knees and licked as much cum off the mirror as he could stand, using his own juice to style his beard down. He then wiped up the rest with a dirty towel from the hamper. Returning to Greg’s bedroom, he rifled through the drawers to find anything that would fit him well enough to go out and get his dick sucked. Greg had a large, flannel button-up shirt that worked if he left the top few buttons undone and a large pair of sweatpants that he combined with no underwear again.
“Easy access,” he joked to himself. Unlocking Greg’s phone, he quickly downloaded a few apps and did a search for the nearest bar. He adjusted his very visible bulge, slipped on a pair of too-small flipflops, and stepped out the front door of Greg’s home without even bothering to close it behind him. Maybe he’d come back to find another horny demon waiting for him, he mused.
Body-a-Day #1: Smoke
There existed a certain forbidden ritual allowed mortals to open up a portal to Hell and use its unholy flames to burn one particular target. The flames of Hell were unique, being much harder to douse than a normal inferno. This quality assured the caster that their target would be eliminated. But opening up a portal to Hell was a price that nobody could pay the cost.
On a certain day in a certain city, a particularly bold businessman who happened to be an amateur mage had used such a ritual to set the home of a rival co-worker ablaze. While the home itself had been miraculously empty at the time, firefighters still struggled to combat the otherworldly fire. After a horrifying hour of hard work and exhaustion with little progress made, the flames almost seemed to… give up.
While some believed that a miracle had happened, it couldn’t be further from the truth. A demon, Asmodeus, had slipped through the crack between the realms and commanded the flames to surrender. He needed the firefighters to end it quickly and raise any suspicion.
With the flames finally put out, a few firefighters inspected the razed remains of the home to see what could be salvaged. One of them, a volunteer by the name of Hank Sutherland, walked just the tiniest bit away from his fellow firefighters. Asmodeus had his target, now he just needed to take him.
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A cold chill ran up Hank’s spine as he looked around. It felt as though something was watching him. Nervous, he called out, “H-Hello…?” Yet his only response was a column of smoke rising from beneath the burst wreckage and forcing itself into his mouth. “MMRGH! MMM…!” Hank gasped and choked as the demon flowed inside of him, filling his lungs and effectively silencing his cries from the ears of the other firefighters.
Strength failing, Hank fell backwards as the last of Asmodeus’ smoky essence filled his body. He groaned and writhed on the ashy floor before his eyes turned the same shady of darkened gray as Asmodeus. Then, his body grew stiff and he fell unconscious.
Hank awoke to an unfamiliar white ceiling and several cables attached to him. Cleared from duty for the rest of the week to rest, Hank eventually made his way back to his apartment. As soon as front door shut, Asmodeus groaned and cracked his neck. He let out a guttural groan as he adjusted himself properly inside his new flesh—as though he was stretching out a new pair of shoes.
Hands ran up against the man chest and stomach as the new Hank moaned as he experienced the pleasures of the flesh. He walked over to the bathroom with a swagger than the real Hank never had.
“Now then,” he said to his own reflection. “Let’s find the mortal who summoned me here. I haven’t eaten a soul in what feels like centuries.” Hank bellowed in laughter as a new playground was now in his grasp.