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Khoa Nguyen had always hated the Bronx, while not as shitty as New Jersey, the place had always struck him as a bunch of self important assholes claiming the superiority of a hellhole no better than any other hellhole in New York city. But here he was, twenty seven, single and still living in this pit stain of an apartment complex, getting hassled by dumb asses that couldn't tell the difference between his Vietnamese features and those of a Mexican or Puerto Rican. His job sucked ass and his family was hounding him to get married.

You would think that was the worst of it right? And you would be wrong.

His best friend John had been hounding him for over a month to take a week end off and come partying with him, but quite frankly getting wasted with the boys after a long week of hard work reminded him too much of the Jersey shore, work-drink-chase hoes-back to work-cycle of depression. But trying to psyche himself up, he hit up an old apothecary his grandfather swore by for something herbal to pick him up and was promptly sold a bottle of spiced water that he was told had 'The spirit of manliness'.

Fuck those old bastards...that shit just gave him gas and the feeling of fire on the way down. Sure he felt bold for the next hour or so, but just enough to accept John's latest invitation and find himself out at the club drinking, staring at titties and ass and getting no play. After a while it all just blurred into a miasma of flashing lights and a voice he didn't recognize shouting for another round of shots.

At some point they left the club, dunk, frustrated and horny as always, having tried a little too hard and having waved just a bit too little money around to catch the interest of the local club sluts. Shit, back to trying to get his shit together and get an 'honest woman' and settle down for his Mother's sake huh? Fuck, that would be fine and all, but he just wanted to get his nut off a few more times before getting locked into a slave nine to five and one woman forever!

But that is what brought him to the roof isn't it? All that pressure, the sounds of neighbors fucking, fighting and watching TV too loud was stifling him and his level of self dissatisfaction had grown so large that he could almost swear there was enough for two people!

Just staring out at the city lights had him trembling with emotion. The voices of family and friends ringing in his head still, he cursed the night air for failing to dissipate it all. No, it only grew until he felt like he just needed to escape. The edge of the roof was temptingly close...he took a step forward and then stopped, his entire body trembling violently as something else struggled with him for control over his limbs.

"So damn pathetic...no magic, no muscle...if your bitch ass wasn't at least meeting the minimum endowment requirements I'd let you jump. But you are my host now, so be a good puppet and let me teach you a new way to live your life. First things first though, I need some pussy and I can smell some real close by that hasn't been used in a good while."

What. The. Fuck.

His dick was talking to him now...he had finally flipped his fucking lid and like some comic relief character his dick was bitching him out for having a dry spell. But worse still Khoa couldn't help but respond. "Uh...I'm not ready to go back down there and try that shit again, you gonna have to settle for rosy and her sisters tonight. Now let's turn the crazy down a bit and gets some rest...clearly I'm strained to my sanity limits...and still drunk."

Abruptly his body pivoted roughly in place as he heard his dick speak again. "Never again, the name is Gargantuan and let me just share with you a few hundred years of pent up lust so you can understand what we are working with after being corked up so long, From now on, our motto is Turn down for what?" Then he felt himself jerked into the air by a command to jump before his dick lurched down toward the roof beneath him, pulling him into a dick-lead belly flop that promised to end poorly.

But suddenly he had bigger issues. Khoa could remember his first big case of blue balls, he'd been playing stink finger with this new rican chick from his class back in eighth grade. She was cute, easy, and smelled nice as she squirmed on the seat next to him, stifling moans as he pinched her nipple through her through her bra, his hand snaking up under her sweater. He'd spent the last twenty minutes working his hand up from her knee to her slit under her skirt, his tongue going from her neck to her ear as he tried to warm her up to the idea of sucking his dick. Hell, he'd felt he was getting somewhere when she breathlessly had squeezed the shape of his cock in his jeans, causing his erection to swell to mind boggling hardness when the lights came on and she pushed him away bashfully.

Her parents showed up to pick her up PROMPTLY, so he barely got a kiss on the cheek, one more furtive stroke of her dainty fingers over his tent pole and then she was gone leaving him with an awkward as hell subway ride home and a miserable night trying to find a moment to dip out on his parents to his room to stroke one off to the slightly lemony scent of her pussy still clinging to his fingers.

Now with all that said? It was NOTHING compared to the blast of raw need that jacked into his system as he fell. He was abruptly so horny that he felt like anything with a hole would feel like a great pussy to be fucked and anything without a hole was just waiting for him to bash his dick into it repeatedly until he fucked it a brand new pussy hole. It was mind bending, he nearly wept as his dick took on a size and hardness that felt like a steel pylon beneath his sweats.

It hurt so bad with the need to be touched that he almost came when he struck the roof and penetrated through it like the fleeting gossamer web of a gymnast's remaining hymen. Wait what? That's right, his dick hit the roof so hard that he blew right through it with a squirt of pre in his boxers and a rain of debris as he smashed through to the topmost apartment.

He landed in a tangled heap on the softness of a cheap couch, his limbs wrapped in cloth and cord, his senses overwhelmed with the scent detergent and feminine spring time breeze. Hungry for more stimulation his hips jerked and thrust wildly in the air to the seemingly musical call of the screams coming from the Indian woman the apartment belonged to.

Her cry of " What the fuck? " as he struggled to right himself swiftly melted into incoherent horror as he jerked up from her couch, slamming his crotch into the first solid object in his path in a blind fury of need and hunger for relief.

Her TV promptly lost reception as his dick rammed it repeatedly with force she could feel through her feet. He was pumping his hips like a chihuahua trying to fuck and over-sized stuffed animal: getting nowhere but somehow feeling a bit better than before. A burst of energy, heat and noise alerted him to the fact that he'd fucked a hole through the TV. The resulting explosive discharge forcing him away from the charred black box to land face first onto her coffee table as she fled from the proximity of his desperately thrusting hips.

Suddenly he was jerked to his feet by Gargantuan, the demon's booming voice in his head. "She seeks aid of some sort, I can feel it, intervene, NOW!"

Stumbling backwards he reached over his shoulder and instinctively snatched to phone from her hands just as her speed dial brought up the local precinct after several automated interludes and button presses. The old cop answering the phone sounded tired as he gave his spiel only to have those be his final words as the last thing he heard was Khoa shouting "Turn down for what?" A wave of magical force erupting instantaneously from the phone and melting both flesh and bone from his face in over compensation for centuries of disuse.

Rather than hang up the phone Khoa gave into the hedonistic rush of power he was feeling and slammed into onto his dick, one more sacrifice to the thousand year itch that was driving him mad. Smashed to pieces he discarded the handset and flailed about her apartment seeking more things to satisfy his cravings when the woman of the place began throwing various furnishings that seemed to home in on his crotch with magical accuracy. Each shattering in a burst of pleasure and debris as he thrusts repeatedly, no longer caring that it was out of his control due to the haze of lust and growing power from the integrating magic.

Soon she was brandishing a baseball bat, her face determined and her eyes daring him to come any closer. And without hesitation he lurched forward, crotch first before leaping at her. Her swing was strong and true, but what could that bat do that the roof could not? It shattered into splinters upon contact with his cock, causing him to reel back a few inches in momentary euphoria before he jerked forward again, his as yet still cloth wrapped cock striking her night clothes with what seemed apocalyptic force, though it left not a mark on her, this he knew because he clothing was blasted into fleeing rags, exposing her relatively unblemished body, from her chocolate areolae down to her 'I'm not expecting male attention and therefore raging thicket of a vaginal bush'.

By this time Khoa was covered in a sheen of sweat, the effort of what little self control he had to spare plus the raw demonic lust running through him was taxing his flesh as his muscles at times tried to move in ways alien to his frame, forcing him to strike odd inhuman poses or jitter weirdly with strange motions as he struggled to obey new instincts and old reflexes at once.

Looking up from his own efforts, he couldn't help but notice the infection spreading: The woman's face showed confusion and hunger as she watched him move, her body taking on a sway and shift that was soon moistening her skin with her effort to fight her own growing needs as she struggled with a smile of realization that her own suffering was nearing an end as clearly what raged within his loose grey sweatpants could cure her frustration and erase the insanity of this night in a single instant.

"Do it now BOY!" Gargantuan shouted in Khoa's head, his face twisting into a rictus of effort as he literally humped his way toward the woman before she timed their meeting to topple him to his back with her wire bush brushing his face as she ground against it desperately whilst seeking to drop his trousers. Momentarily he marveled at her feat of leg strength and acrobatics to have pulled such a move off, but then he lost track of thinking much of anything save the musky taste of her pussy grinding against his nose and lips and how he found he didn't really mind the faint scent of urine that clung to the hairs as much as he normally did.

Even those thoughts faded when his possessed cock met air and drove itself between the lips of the woman he would later learn was named Chiri Guhpta. He was not polite, nor coaxing, he simply fucked her face from beneath, her throat convulsing deliciously around his shaft in the gagging reflex of initial surprise and then rhythmically with regular swallowing motions from there on out as her magically induced lust won out over sensibility and physical rejection.

A climax built in his balls with all the rage of a tsunami in less than a minute, his control was so shot he felt like a first timer all over again. Then his cock was swelling larger, visibly pulsing and throbbing to the rhythm of his thrusts, seemingly timed to the beat of his heart. By the time the cry of pleasure reached his lips, the head of his cock was lodged fully in Chiri's throat and had flared too wide to pull out as he pumped jizz down her gullet as she stared wide eyed at the distracting pattern of the thinning fuzz of his happy trail reaching just above his navel.

Then the force reached critical and he jerked free of her throat, painting her tongue, lips and breasts with seed before they moved as one, flipping her around to race away from him as her hips jerked violently away from his face to damn near bomb herself onto his dick, his hips lifting with improbable accuracy to penetrate her with a force that normally would have left both of them torn and bruised and yet somehow resulted in a duet of lusty cries and the almost serpentine writhing of the two cavorting together as they fucked with mindless ferocity, working together to sate the needs and hunger of a famished parasitic dick-devil.

Attractive bits of clothing flowed onto Chiri's body as they changed positions, postures and rhythms, flashy sequined things meant to tantalize his senses while enhancing her figure to keep this mating dance fresh whilst her hips hammered down to meet his rocketing rises that abruptly carried then down through the floor to the next apartment.

Lupe and Kevin Martines were a quiet El Salvadoran couple that while plump, were friendly and had worked hard to provide for their daughter now college age daughter Merida. They planned to move back to El Salvador shortly to carry on Kevin's trucking business there and allow Merida her freedom to live life as they retired to a festively plump opulence un afforded by many they grew up with. And Plump they were! Lupe's tits were the only thing on her bigger than her belly, each of the boulders in her holster easily larger than most people's heads! And Kevin? Well he was no prize stallion, over twenty years of marriage and good cooking having rounded him off all over. Merida on the other hand was slim, trim, pretty and constantly catching the hungry eyes of every male that passed her on the street, knowing that she had exactly what they needed if only they could get her away from her family and their influence.

So imagine this happy litt...er, curvy trio resting in the after glow of dinner, watching TV when the ceiling above caves in and drops a squirming pair into their kitchen amidst Lupe's screams of horror, Merida's utterance of 'Oh shit!' and Kevin's utter disbelief.

What was most amazing is that both Khoa and Chiri landed on their feet, a moment of stunned silence being shared by all before Gargantuan's influence washed outward once more demanding his puppets dance their erotic homage to his hunger. Their shifting bodies and wet union caused the Martines to look on with a shock so pure that it overrode all other thoughts as they watched these perfect strangers fuck roughly and yet hypnotically all over their kitchen. Jars broke, the fridge lurched and chairs shook and rattled to the infectious rhythm of the pair.

It was already too late when they noticed just infectious it was.

Lupe was actively banging her breasts against the table in front of her, unconsciously reliving old memories of strangling her husband's slender cock between her monster mamaries when her daughter's cries brought her back to reality. She couldn't believe what she was doing in front of her own family and worse yet couldn't stop herself. Turning to look to Kevin for support, she witnessed his own control erode as he reached down beneath his hanging gut to grasp his own groin and roughly thrust against his own hand in a furtive re-enactment of his masturbatory youth. Merida was the last to succumb, her slender digits exploring her own curves as she felt her skin come alive with nervous hyper sensitivity.

The rent party on the first floor was in full swing, famously successful this time around, the guys renting the place couldn't believe the luck they'd had in getting both their costs covered and many a fine honey up into their place to get drunk and possibly dip their wicks into.

It was the perfect storm, heck, the song playing was even a remix of blow the roof off when the tangle from above came crashing down on the party.

With so many bodies to spread the lust between, suddenly things lightened up for Khoa. The DJ restarted the music and the party resumed at a fever pitch, people dancing, bumping, grinding, making out and even fucking to the beat of the music. The best part was, everyone actually had renter's insurance, though it would be amazing to try and explain hoe a man fell through three apartments and survived without a scratch later when the Adjuster's arrived.

But that was far from the exhausted mass of people slumped about the apartment in the aftermath of the techno-house-fueled orgy that the party had become. But now...with all silent and unmoving save the looping music of the last record played. Well all save the thumping bulge in Khoa's pants, Gargantuan growling a satisfied "I kinda like this song...and this world."

As for Khoa? He could only dream about how weird things were going to be from here on out...but at least he'd be out of his dry spell.