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Devi's title as Prince of Depravity was not merely thrusted upon him at birth. It was the decree of his eternal pursuit for debauchery and desire to spread it, something he achieved by his own appearance and daily action. He was an immortal whose very essence and physicality emanated the foulest of concupiscence. Lust was what drove him, enlightened him, and dictated his way of life. Whatever means could satisfy his desires were employed at every available moment. Only the strictest few of paraphilias and fetishes escaped his draw, most of which had simply not been discovered. That was his lot in life, an everlasting mission to satisfy his groaning fecundity and ensure the corruption of those who received it.

Even in the absence of history and reputation, Devi's form heralded his nature in a blinding display of sexual potential. From the spiked horns sprouting out of his scalp down to his bulbous legs, he was the paragon of hypersexuality. The fair skin that covered him was taut against the well-cut muscle that grew across his body. A sleek, elven face came below a parted curtain of straight, snowy white hair that reached down to his upper back. Pointed ears fell out from the side of his head, riddled with piercings. From the highest strata of his scalp rose two Satanic horns made of blood red bone. A vascular network of luminescent blue swept up the horns' roots. That same blue color thrummed in his irises like the chilliest ice or hottest fire. A similarly colored crown floated on top of his head, forever flickering and waving in a nonexistent wind.

Whatever innocence there was in his visage disintegrated as soon as it gave way to his shoulders and beyond. He had a trunk saturated in sinewy muscle, appearing the most brazen on his row of abs. His pectorals were bloated into a soft pair of man-breasts, small but jarring to notice. At their summits were puffy pink nipples run through by thick platinum piercings. A maze of white tattoos swept down his limbs and trunk like a roadmap, appearing most frequently around his thighs which were obstreperously huge. The outer limits of his tensors fell well outside the reach of his shoulders. Even more garish was the leviathan swell of his glutes. They were two mounds of rocky muscle and gelatinous fluff. Sprouting from the base of his spine and winding down to his feet was a serpentine tail the thickness of his arms. A heavy core of muscle and bone ran down from the root to its tip which hardened into the same material as his horns and was just as sharp.

His monstrous ass was not just for show, although it was certainly good at that. Its burdensome muscle was key in hoisting a godly set of man organs which hung from his loins like a wrecking ball from its crane. The cock was a limb on its own, approaching his calves in thickness and surpassing his entire leg in length. It was a much darker brown color than the rest of his skin was. Veins like the Amazon meandered down his shaft, branching every which way into smaller but still significant tributaries. A foreskin the thickness of quilt sat around the helmet, squinted closed until his next erection. The glans that lay beneath was a brighter peach color, more in tune with the skin that covered the rest of him. On par with his cock was a scrotum like a beanbag. Its bottom crest swayed just above his ankles. Sitting inside were a pair of testes that would dwarf the ammunition of even the heaviest siege weapon. Sloshing inside was an ever-growing surplus of cum, ready at any moment to rip free from his penis and bathe his target, be it someone's insides or otherwise.

Such a barbaric display and reproductive temperament was a result of his Plutonian heritage. From the 9 Circles, he was a pure product of ancestry and upbringing. His eventual migration to the mortal world landed him countless opportunities to spread and act on his sexual rancor. Chances to enact carnal knowledge with others were never let by. Those who knew him learned in the earliest stages of their acquaintance just how powerful he was, both in status and in physical ability. His accrued fame was nice, but only a byproduct of his main goal, which was to fuck and thrill anything and everything he could.

But it wasn't enough.

Like he had during his time in Hell, he had grown bored of himself and the realm around him. There were only so many lurid adventures a single person could find themselves in, and Devi had landed himself in just about all of them. What more was there to do? Who else was there to meet? Where else he could've gone? There were plenty but going out of his way to find these things hardly seemed worth it. With a world bereft of yesterday's excitement, he looked upon himself for change. He was already the epitome of all things sexual, but quite suddenly it failed to meet his escalating desires. He wanted more, and he was about to get it.

Recent advancements in body transformation had come to light, letting the people who used them morph their bodies into shapes and sizes previously thought impossible. Books were printed which contained instructions on how to perform such magic. People who had it were coming away with more handsome appearances, taller bodies, and more flattering endowments. The horrendously hung Devi thought it pertinent to do the same. He was already a sexual monster, but that didn't mean he couldn't amp things up a bit. He got his hands on one of those books and immediately went to work studying what had to be done.

It was in his study that he had prepared to recite the spell required to make the changes he had in mind. There were multiple choices, but naturally he decided on having an even bigger cock. He imagined himself completely immobilized by a phallus so Jovian that it would slouch across the floor in front of him, winding for yards and yards at a thickness and weight like a steel I-beam. That would spice his sex life up for certain, as if it wasn't already unbearably hot to the point of melting. He was nude in front of his desk where the book was laid open to the page containing the spell. Two entire nights had been spent reciting it in his mind over and over again so as not to forget it. By now he had it so well inscribed in his memory that he could've said it backwards as well as forwards.

He took one last look at the enchantment, wording it silently and making sure he had it down to the letter. Once the magic was triggered, all he had to do was hold and focus on the part of his body he intended to transform. The last syllable passed through his lips silently. He took a deep breath. He was ready. The first words of the enchantment rolled out of him smoothly, without hiccup or scratch. His eyes tracked the text in front of him word for word, skipping down to the next line and speaking it out loud. It wasn't wise to stop or start over. Magic had a habit of pulling silly tricks on a person when performed wrongly or weakly. Instead of giving himself an even bigger penis he might end up with a duck's bill!

Fortunately, he rolled through without any errors. As soon as his mouth came to a complete close his palms erupted with light blue flames. Foom! Time to make the magic happen. He laid his hands on the topside of his cock, right where it curved down the frontside of his scrotum. A buzzing sensation transferred from his palms and into the semi-dense flesh beneath. The blue light permeated through his skin like water into plant soil. Soon the entirety of his cock glowed. Across his chocolate brown dickskin was a throbbing whirlpool of light and darkness like air bubbles trapped beneath the surface of a frozen pond.

It was a beautiful sight, but now wasn't the time to stare. With his magic enacted, every second counted towards making it do what he needed to lest it go haywire. He tightened his grip on his shaft, sinking his fingers into the spongey flesh. He closed his eyes and thought hard. Images of an anacondian member floated in his mind. He saw himself cumming hard, spewing out a literal geyser of ivory nectar big enough to drown a small town.

"Yeah," he muttered under his breath. "Get big for me. Get real big."

The constant buzzing escalated, traveling out from the root of his pole to throughout his balls and pelvis. The flesh shifted beneath his fingers. The methodic pump of his blood vessels grew rapid. His cock muscle flexed, bouncing it upwards and letting it flop back down. All of the vibrations were stimulating him about as well as he expected, generating a firmer member and making it straighten out slowly.

He opened his eyes to see what progress had been made. As far as he could tell, none had. His cock, though moving its way towards a stiffy, was more or less the same size it had been. He expected his grip on it to stretch open along with the increase in girth, but there was nothing of the sort. As the head of his cock rose, he noticed no sign in growth in any dimension. Same old same old.

"Come on!" He squeezed harder and focused more on the sensation of growth. His cock continued to get harder but refused to inflate. By the time he was at full staff- he had to take a few steps back from the desk in order not to hit it -there remained a dearth of growth. "Bullshit!" He kept focusing and he kept gripping. His patience dripped away with every passing second.

Then he saw something. It was subtle enough that if he hadn't been looking at it the moment it happened, he wouldn't have noticed. His foreskin, normally pulled from his glans whenever he was erect, was slinking its way forward to the tip. Did that mean it was growing? Well, it was a start for sure, but it wasn't what he asked for. He tried rubbing his hands up his pillar to stimulate the magic elsewhere. It affected nothing but alerted him to something that made his heart sink. When he grabbed the end of his cock, just below the helmet, his thumb came close to touching his middle finger. That was something he had never been able to do before.

His cock was shrinking.

"No!" he said, panic building in his chest and squeezing his heart. "No no no no no!" His penis ignored him and continued slinking back into its wrinkly skin-cocoon. He noticed not only the retreat of his glans, but more of the floor being revealed below as his girth slowly began to implode on itself. "Stop! Stopstopstopstopstop!" It wouldn't. Before long, his glans became invisible inside of his foreskin which now resembled a leathery sack wrapped around a football. His erection did not diminish; it pointed at the desk in front of him with its usual ardor. Now, however, it was losing its legitimacy with every passing inch.

Attempts at stroking more magic into it did not slow the process. Thinking about the huge cock he wanted only seemed to make matters worse. Oddly enough, his ballsack stayed the way it was, huge like a monument while its neighbor continued to plummet into Devi's body. There had to be some way to stop it. Devi let go of his penis and ran to the desk. Moving without a 50 pound log hanging off of him helped his mobility significantly. He hovered over the book and frantically scanned the page. He knew everything there was to know and had performed it flawlessly. What went wrong? He slammed his hand across the pages, flicking them aside wildly in search of an answer elsewhere. There was none. A trip back to the original page revealed nothing still.

"DAMMIT!" Devi smacked the book off the table, hitting it against the wall where it slumped to the floor, down on its bent pages. He took a step back from the desk to give his cock another look. Yes, it was still shrinking slowly but ever so surely. It still bled that magnificent blue color as if to mock him and say Look at it! Isn't it beautiful? His penis was at about two feet now, a true breeding tool when compared to every other man in existence, but absolutely pathetic when compared to the behemoth it was just a minute ago. The foreskin had shrunk some, but not to the same degree its filling had. It was dangling off the glans like a deflated plush doll.

Amid his panic and fear, Devi had to admit that it was very peculiar to look at. He grabbed the rim of his empty foreskin and pried it open like a rubber band. It yawned to a diameter that would've fit a cannon ball. As his cock continued to shrink the elasticity of his foreskin continued to grow, making him wonder what wonderful objects he could fit in them. A cantaloupe maybe, perhaps a watermelon. Any longer and he'd be able to fit a whole pers-

He shook his head hard. No! Now's not the time to fantasize! He had to come up with a way to reverse or at least stop the shrinking. The book came up with nothing and he didn't know any spells off the top of his head that would help. There were plenty of books on his shelf, but none of them had anything to do with body changing. He would have to go somewhere else to get help. That posed a problem seeing how his cock, now approaching a foot in length, would be an embarrassment to let anyone see. Everyone everywhere was used to seeing his amazing phallus. It would be perturbing to see such a majestic organ reduced into something more realistic. Putting on clothes wasn't going to help. His outfits had a habit of displaying a bulge like a mountain. Its absence would still raise questions.

An idea fell on him. In his home was a myriad of sex toys and gadgets, obligatory for a prince of depravity. Among them were chastity cages with the greatest range in sizes. From the cock he had just a few minutes ago to something akin to a pinkie finger, anyone wielding a penis could feel the cold grip of steel preventing their erections. Devi hustled out of the study and down the hall to his sex dungeon. He burst through the door and into a cobblestone grotto replete with cast iron cages, racks of dildos, a wardrobe of black leather, and his own very fuck machine where someone could strap themselves in and go wild.

He was there for none of them. He sprinted over to a dresser and pulled out the middle drawer. Greeting him was a neatly assorted platoon of stainless-steel cages, each on varying in cock size. At the far end was a shackle capable of holding an elephant prisoner by its leg. On the opposite was a ring hardly suitable to fit a slim jim. Devi prayed he wouldn't get to that point, but at the rate his manhood was disappearing he probably would. He grabbed one of the cages and opened it. He carefully slid his penis into the metal casing, crumpling the unused foreskin into a wrinkled wad. A shiver rolled through his flesh as cold metal clung to his skin. The feeling dissipated, but only because his cock was still shrinking and was becoming to small for the cage.

"Dammit!" He let go of it to see if it would stay. It did, but only for a few moments. Clang! It hit the hardwood floor, freeing his penis which was now "only" at about 9 inches. He drew another cage and stuffed himself inside of it. It was a much tighter fit at first, one that began to wane with each passing loss of volume. It too slid down the slope of his ballsack and struck the floor loudly. His penis continued to retreat into his loins. Soon it was shorter than Devi's forearm."Noooooo!" Another cage went on. Clang! He skipped a size, squishing his penis in the tiny metal tube. It lasted longer, but not forever. Down to the floor it went. Clang!

8 inches. 7 inches. 6. 5. 4.

It was time to get desperate. He had prayed that he wouldn't have to resort to the smallest cage, but apparently the gods weren't listening. But then again, why would they heed the pleas of the Prince of Depravity? With a morose sigh he bundled the stretchy foreskin, which was by this point the only vestige of what had been a glorious member, and stowed it in the cage. His penis followed, forming what was a very tight fit but was still getting looser. He looked at himself and saw a tiny metallic bullet sprouting from the top of his ballsack. In a morbid way it was kind of cute. Such a gargantuan nutsack looked all the larger when compared to a peen that was pathetic even by normal human standards. It was only getting worse. Before long it would be nothing more than a tiny nub of manflesh, perhaps even a clitoris.

Such an occurrence might have been a fantasy not long ago, but now it was proving a nightmare. Once more he searched his mind for an answer, something that might've freed him from this humiliating predicament. The only thing he could think of was the nullification ring, a hidden artifact used to subdue the wearer's magic. It was mainly used to keep powerful and dangerous magicians under control, but this seemed like a more dire situation. It was held in the crypt of a local castle for emergencies alongside several other famous magical devices. There wasn't enough time to go there and ask nicely if he could borrow one. Time was of the essence.

Devi ran back to his study, clinging the lock on his cage against the metal with each step. On the shelf was a magic book on teleportation. He ripped it off the shelf, plopped it down on the table, and opened it up to the portal section. In just a few words he summoned a perfectly thin disk that lit up in front of him. It was the same liquid blue color as his crown, crackling around its border with energy. Devi closed his eyes, thought deeply of where he wanted to go, and stepped into the portal. His pudgy body phased into the luminescent blue but did not appear on the other side. When the tip of his tail slithered into the disc, it imploded into itself with a sharp zap, leaving the study completely empty.

* * *

The portal blew out of nothing amidst the castle's archives. It was a basement deep underneath the castle. Lining the entire facility were shelves upon shelves of ancient artifacts, magical and otherwise. Amidst the center of the room to form aisles were the open shelves and their rare items. On the walls were glass display cases. Inside of them were smaller but equally special objects atop a soft layer of red velvet. Lit torches crackled on the walls, just below the ceiling. A room filled with so many crucial artifacts had to be kept secret, hence its location far underground and away from any easy access.

Too bad Devi knew magic and had been there before. He stepped into the archives at its very center, surrounded by an entire library of items worth their weight in gold. Devi didn't care about any of them. It was the nullification ring he needed. Everything else could've gone and burned in a ditch for all he cared. As soon as his portal evaporated behind him, he went to work looking for the ring. Each shelf was tall enough to reach the ceiling and wide enough to hold larger objects like shields and weapons. On the walls were display cases which he leaned over to investigate. Some nice jewelry, some expensive watches, a breastplate that could stop a cannonball, but no nullification ring.

He kept looking and looking, keenly aware of the imminent drop of his cage from his penis. It was getting roomier and roomier inside of the metal tube, even with his remaining forskin. At any moment he felt that it would fall off like the others had, leaving behind a nub of flesh no bigger than the tip of Devi's pinky. It was becoming more and more likely to happen as every shelf and case her passed by failed to reveal the nullification ring. Was it even here? Was someone using it? Last he checked there weren't any high-profile magical criminals who needed to wear it. He double-checked shelves and looked deeper into the cases. There was nothing.

"Looking for this?" asked a female voice.

Devi nearly jumped out of his skin. He was bent over a display case and peering inside when he turned around. His tail smacked into the cases behind him, rattling them loudly. In the center of the room, between two towering bookcases was a slime woman. One arm was across her belly while the other rested with her hand next to her head. A body completely made of emerald gunk dripped where she stood. Not a single article of clothing covered her semi-liquid form, revealing a beautifully curvaceous body replete with buxom breasts and swollen hips. Devi could faintly see the rest of the archives through her. The trunk between her nude bosom and waist was a translucent matrix of green slime and constellated air bubbles. What would've been her scalp was completely smooth of hair. Her irises were an even brighter color, situated within pools of onyx black. Every physical feature of hers was something Devi would expect on a woman, the exception being her composition of gooey viscera.

Devi wasn't too shocked by her appearance- he had met and fucked several slimes just like her in the past -but making his jaw drop was the nullification ring clasped between her thumb and index finger. It was a small band of solid gold inscribed on its inner ring with the nullification spell. It looked so small and dainty in her fingers, but to Devi it was the most important thing she could've held. "Yes, I am," he admitted. "Can I have it?"

She smirked and inspected the ring like a jeweler. "I don't know. Why should I give it to you? You're the one who put yourself in that mess." She looked at his crotch which was now getting dangerously close to letting the cage drop. "You tried that new body morphing trick, didn't you? Wanted to make your cock bigger than it already was? Why's that? The monster you had before wasn't enough?"

Devi's lip twitched. "I got bored of my old one. It was only going to be temporary."

"Of course it was. The hubris of you Hell Princes knows no bounds. The cock of a champion and it still isn't enough. Now look at you, caging yourself up to avoid the shame of people knowing you have a baby dick."

"I'm wearing this because I want to."

She laughed out loud. "Ha! I know who you are, prince. I've seen your manhood. No way in hell you could fit what you had in something so small. I bet you're on your way to getting a little clit, aren't you?"

Judging by the space he felt inside of the cage, she was right. "Just give me the ring. I'll put it on only as long as I need it. Once I fix things, I'll give it back."

She twisted her lips. "I don't know. A criminal far more worthy than you can come in at any time. It'd be better on them than you. What can you do anyways? Jerk your little baby dick off? Maybe clap your ass cheeks? I bet those nipples of yours are awfully sensitive. Maybe if we play with them enough they'll give us a treat~"

Devi's rage was building into a steady fume. The insolence was unbearable, an outrage in every sense. He didn't care what her duty was in this castle, who she worked for, or how well she was paid. She was just a slimy peasant when compared to Devi. He was the Prince of Depravity, the Sultan of sex. What could a lowly slime like her do to him? "Give me the ring," he growled.

The slime shook her head. "No. I don't think I'll be doing that."

Devi sighed. "Alright then." He came after her in a heavy stomp, thumping his thick legs onto the floor. The slime did not move from where she stood. She could only crack a smile as he came closer, extending his hand and summoning his magic to subdue her. The horns on his head sprouted more veins as his powers festered within his fists. He struck his arm forward to pierce her. His other hand reached for the ring which she held behind her head.

He collided his fist with her chest. Splunk! It sank into her thorax down to the wrist, right between her gelatinous tits. The material was warm and thick like jelly that had been left in the sun. There was the pulse of her life and energy which instantly snuffed out Devi's magic. He watched in horror as the light he had summoned around his hand was quenched like hot steel in water. The rest of her body wobbled around his arm harmlessly and kept the ring out of reach. He tried stepping back and pulling his hand out. All he did was snap his arm taut in place. It was about then it dawned on him how badly he had fucked up.

The slime closed her fist around the ring, sinking it into her palm. Suddenly her chest began slithering down his wrist and up his forearm, splooging up to his elbow. Panicking, he tried ripping it off with his other hand. All that did was get him even more stuck. Pulling away brought with it strings of gooey green that clung to his fingers. His hand was promptly pulled back into her like a fish on a hook. More of her body melted over his trapped arms, covering them in a thickish layer of jade ichor.

"You're the Prince of Depravity, right?" she asked. Her head was melting into her collar as more of her body started claiming his. "Alight then, let's see how depraved we can really make you~"

"No!" Devi screamed. "N-!"

His voice was severed by a slap in the mouth. Her slimy hand had shot out and clasped his lips. The buzzing lifeforce he had felt earlier suddenly blossomed across his face and jaw. The slime's voice made a startling appearance inside of his head. "You talk too much, you know that? I think a good slut knows their place and when to talk. How about we give you a proper mouth for that?"

Devi's lips began to well out into a puffy pair of pink marshmellows. His fear was expressed though widened eyes as a sensation like a vacuum cleaner making love to his mouth ripped at his face. The muscles in his jaws stretched, stretched, and stretched. There was a seal holding his mouth closed and making his lips funnel out into a mouth like an anteater's. His cheeks collapsed around his teeth, showing the outline of his jaws. Every facial feature outside of his mouth was stretching along with it showing off his cheekbones and slanting his panicked eyelids.

"There we go~ Now that's a proper mouth for a slut. Let's see what else we can give you? Hmmmm..." The slime's body was migrating off of her and spreading down his neck and onto his chest. What had been her legs met his and slowly began to encase them. She found his cage. "Ah, I don't think we'll be needing this, now will we?" The goo encased the metal cage and began to dissolve it. Fragments of it splintered off like rust particles in the wind. The goo digested it and left Devi's baby prick exposed. It could hardly even be qualified as a penis. Formally the proudest fuck stick in existence, it had shrunk into a stub of meat no bigger than a AAA battery.

Laughter rang through Devi's mind. "Hahahah! Now that's funny! What's a Prince of Depravity gonna do with a clit dick like that, huh?"

Shame rippled through Devi's chest. He made vain attempts to peel her off. Nothing worked. Now she was completely coated around him.

"Don't fight it. I'm not done with you yet." Devi's many piercings suffered the same fate as his cage, dissolving into a cloud of metallic dust. It left his puffy nipples exposed to the goo, something his captor took immediate advantage of. "Ahhhhh, here we go. Let's have at these, shall we?"

"Mmmmmmmm~!" Pleasure buzzed across Devi's chest as her energy struck into his mammaries. What were already puffy pink cones started to swell into fat, pointy domes. The beady tips elongated into rosy noodles. The gossamer flesh beneath inflated along with it, forming a pair of breasts not much smaller than what the slime had.

"Oh yeah. Now that's a pair I can appreciate," cackled the slime. "You're a regular whore. Look at you!"

Devi didn't want to. His masculinity was bleeding away profusely, faster even than when his dick had started to shrink. Speaking of...

Another muffled moan groaned out of him as she attacked his penis. An orgasm hit him like a freight train, blowing out a load of cum fit to fill a pool. White nectar billowed through the slime and siphoned into a trail which meandered around his hip and to his ass. A wriggling river of white made its way to his twitchy donut and penetrated him. His buttocks quivered hard upon the stimulation of his prostate. The prince fell to his knees, victim to a continuous orgasm that robbed him of his cum and piled it into his insides.

Glug. Glug. Glug.

Every fat rope that came bursting from his bitty cock was a drain on his ballsack. It suddenly started to shrink. It shriveled like a punctured lung, reducing the size of his basketball testes into grapefruits, then baseballs, then finally golfballs. The weight of it all did not leave him, though. Every ounce that came out of his balls went right up his ass and into his gut, swelling his belly out into that of advanced pregnancy. He heard the gross slosh of his own cum churning in his stomach. An apron of gut came spilling over his waist, mercifully covering what had become his worthless cock and balls.

"And that about does it!" boasted the slime. As quickly as she had absorbed him, she came sliding off of him and onto the floor as a flat green puddle. It sloughed away from him across the floor then rose upwards into its womanly shape. At her feet was a cum-swollen, lip stretched, mommy-milked pile of whore who could hardly stay up on his knees. Milk drooled from his sausage nipples while jizz gurgled inside of his gut. His lips remained sealed in their impossibly tight pucker. The slime smirked down at her victim. "Well, now that I think about it, a dangerous slut like you should have the nullification ring on. We don't want anybody to be corrupted by your lewd way of life, do we?"

Devi noticed that the ring was nowhere inside of her. There was, however, a bitter cold clinging to his penis. He lifted his huge gut and looked down to see the golden nullification ring stuck around his baby cock. Misery flushed itself through him, both from the sight of his measly pecker and the knowledge that the ring had come too late. He reached down and fingered it. The flesh was stiff enough to flick back into place when his finger came off it. So long as the ring was there, Devi would be trapped in that horrible form, one that was even more debaucherous than before.

"I wouldn't try taking it off," the slime warned. "It can only be removed upon the command of who put it there. and I don't think I'll be doing that anytime soon." She crossed her arms and smiled. "My little slut."

THE END