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Hera worked in his own piercing and tattoo shop in a strip mall in Switzerland. His shop brought in steady business. He was moderately popular, having gone to conventions and festivals, largely or metal rock bands, to spread his popularity. While he had developed a name for himself, it never felt like it was quite enough for him. He sat down at the front wooden desk with the most recent release of a Warhammer book in front of him. He studied up the guide, and let out a sigh. Rainy days often meant slow business. He turned his head on occasion to the clear glass window right near the counter, and noticed a few cars drive by, and nobody coming into his shop. It was late at night too. "Maybe I'll close up early." He muttered to himself.

Hera had short purple hair, green eyes, and was slightly overweight. He weighed a good 300 pounds, but he didn't let that get in the way of his passion.

Just then, the door opened, and the bell above it rang. A person stepped into the red stone building wearing a large black robe that covered them from head to toe. It was impossible to make out their face from the side where Hera was sitting. Despite the rain coming down outside too, the robe was surprisingly dry.

Hera looked at the being that walked in. He had seen some people that were incredibly bizarre, granted in his world, they would have been pretty normal, but someone coming in the tattoo parlor covering up their entire body was definitely odd to him. He kept his hand underneath the wooden desk near a red alarm button. "Can I help you?" he asked suspiciously.

"You can help me, and then I can help you." The robed figure spoke in a soft feminine voice. There was a hint of a pink glow that radiated underneath the robe. They turned and showed two pink irises for eyes, two sharp fangs, and a third eye on where their forehead should be. The third eye was much larger, and staring with an unblinking gaze. The eye looked almost as if it were tattooed on, but something deep down just screamed that it was real. "You do a lot of rituals here in your spare time, don't you?"

Hera looked at the creature with astonishment. Underneath the robe, she saw nothing but the eyes and fangs of the being. While the two glowing eyes and fangs looked as if they were in the position that a human's own would be, but the creature looked anything but human. He heard the creature comment about rituals, and Hera nodded slightly. "I mean, it's mostly just for fun, but yeah..." there was a small corner in his office where he'd perform occult rituals, largely to get more business, or to become a better tattooist and piercer. He could never tell if the rituals were working, or if it was his own effort he put forth in getting more customers.

"I'm responding to your call. Wouldn't it be nice to not have to worry about trying to become a better tattoo artist? Wouldn't it be nice to be famous for your piercings? I can free you from your worries and make you naturally gifted, all for a small cost." The third eye glowed a faint pink.

"...my soul?" Hera asked with a concerning look. His dyed short dyed purple hair did little to hide his wide eyed expression at the glowing eye.

"Oh no, no, no, I'm not THAT kind of demon." The being waves their covered hand dismissively. "But I may come to you from time to time for some...assistance. Your skills will also be at a cost for your, and others, physical being, but from what I understand about you, that shouldn't be an issue."

Hera looked down at his slightly chubby body. He knew it was going to be a catch 22, that making a deal with a demon almost never ended well, but if his soul wasn't the price, then it made him wonder. "My physical being at a cost...what do you mean?"

"I can tell you are slightly intimidated by my form and offer. I know what you like though, and I know your desires. I can bring them to you. If you must know, the more you tattoo with this ability, the more you will change and transform into something...else. You will still be recognized as a tattoo and piercing artist however. You know demons don't like to get into details over this, but rest assured..." the teeth grinned wider. "You will like it. I do not lie."

Hera was uncertain. He didn't even know if this was a demon in the first place, but she seemed sincere about it. He was still a fan of the occult too, and to be able to interact with a demon, if they came back to him from time to time? Well, that was a cost he could afford. "Alright, let's do it." He reached out his hand to shake hers. He couldn't explain why, but he didn't feel nearly as worried around the hooded woman demon.

With a chuckle, the hooded figure turned to the door. "That is all I need. If you dislike your new gift, you're free to just stop being a tattoo and piercing artist, but for now, well...you'll see tonight." With that, the figure went back outside into the rain.

Hera watched as there was a brief flash of lightning that lit up the sky, and then the hooded being was gone. Part of him wondered if the being was serious or not. He couldn't shake the feeling he felt around her though of not being nearly as worried. "Maybe I'm just going crazy on such a boring night." he took a look up at a clock designed with piercings for the numbers. "Oh well, its closing time now anyways."

Hera turned the open sign at the door to closed, locked the door, and slammed down a steel gate over the glass panels at the front of his shop. He went out the back metal door, got in his small black car, and drove home. He couldn't get his mind off of the hooded being whom was in his shop earlier. His emotions felt so different around her, and even thinking of the being made him at ease. He had to deal with many, many weird people as a tattoo artist and piercer, but the hooded figure was definitely the strangest of the bunch. "Maybe she's for real and I'll enjoy a life of easily tattooing everything anyone could want and becoming super rich and famous off of it." He said to himself with a chuckle. He had already built a name for himself, though he was far from being rich and famous.

Hera made it back to his home. It was in an apartment building where he had a one bedroom place. His home was far from fancy, but his bedroom walls were decorated with posters from metal rock bands. His black dresser across from his bed had a notebook with a variety of drawings on it, and scattered throughout his apartment home was a variety of useless knick-knacks one might get from concerts, festivals, and conventions, mostly figurines. His bed was a fairly plan bed with red sheets and black pillows. Hera went to the bathroom, and took off his clothes to take a shower. His body was fairly plain underneath, just chubby.

While he worked at a tattoo parlor, he didn't get any tattoos or piercings himself. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was that it required others to work on his body, and the last thing he wanted was for them to mess up. He had experimented on himself for some piercings, and temporary tattoos, but he never kept them.

Once Hera finished his shower, he put on a simple black shirt and black pajama pants, and went right to bed. He was more tired than he was on other nights for some reason he couldn't quite place, but he didn't question it. Once in bed, a good ten minutes later, he fell asleep.

Hera's eyes shot open at the sound of buzzing. Around him was cavern walls burning a bright yellowish red, and a molten heat that surrounded his body. He was lying naked on his front, as a creature was tattooing something onto his stomach.

The creature was a demon, there was no doubt about it. The demon was a female with pitch black horns, purple skin, a thin spade tail, yet it was her eyes and fangs that would likely draw the most attention. She had the same eyes, and fangs, as the creature Hera saw visit his tattoo shop. The demonic creature smiled down at Hera as she did her tattoo work. "Don't mind me! I just have to tattoo you properly if we're going to give you the skills you need to become the best damn artist and piercer in the mortal realm!"

Hera felt his heart pound in his slightly chubby body. If that person wasn't real, or was joking, then this is REALLY taking it to the next level! Hera felt as if he was in a state of sleeping, yet awake at the same time. It was a sensation that was hard to explain. He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't control anything, nor could he try to dream himself awake.

"Oh don't worry, this isn't going to be that big of a tattoo, and you can still technically hide it if you REALLY want to." The tattoo looked like an upside down pentagram, no larger than the size of the palm of one's hand, on the end of each star tip had a small icon. One tip had that of a pen, while another had one of a sharp needle, the third had a blank scroll, a fourth had what looked like a tiny barbell piercing, while the fifth looked almost like drawn cottage cheese. "You know the pentagram technically isn't evil, but it does what it needs to do to give you the skills you need."

Hera felt a small breeze with every symbol the demon tattooed onto him. With that small breeze, he felt far less worried about his skills, though while he was becoming more worry free as a tattoo artist and piercer, he was getting worried about how good he was actually going to be at such skills if this dream was more than a dream, which it very much felt as if it was.

"I can sense your confusion, and your worry about how good you'll be." The demoness giggled at Hera. "Don't you worry about it, you just do your job tomorrow, and everything will answer itself, kay?" The demoness gave Hera's belly a kiss, right where the tattoo was.

Hera gently squeezed his lips. He wanted to say something to her, but he was unsure what. By the time he managed to think of something to ask her, he blinked, and he suddenly found himself back in his bedroom, just like that, the blink of an eye. With confusion, he looked to his alarm clock. He woke up a good ten minutes before his alarm was supposed to go off. He wasn't so much worried about his alarm though, as when he was awake enough, he took a look underneath his shirt, and he gasped.

There was the tattoo, the tattoo that he got while he was asleep in that dream. Hera knew he hadn't gotten that when he was awake. "That dream...it was real?" He wasn't sure if he should be panicked, or excited. He stared at the black tattoo marking on his slightly chubby stomach, and wondered if his skills really had improved. He knew he wasn't going to find out just lying in bed though. With a small sigh, Hera got out of bed, went about his morning routine, and went to his shop. He opened in the afternoon, but it was fine as he got up that late anyways, and closed late.

At Hera's tattoo parlor, there was already one customer waiting, a woman with a single nose piercing. The woman had blonde hair, C cup tits based on the looks of her, and a tank top with a skirt. She had a single serpent dragon tattoo that went down her leg, and she looked annoyed as she waited at the shop.

Hera didn't recognize the woman. He doubted that she would have been angry at him either. He pulled his car up to the curb, and rolled down his window. "What brings you here so early?" he called out. He didn't exactly look as if he was the owner of the tattoo parlor, though most tattoo parlors rarely had any sort of special dress code.

The woman turned to Hera with her arms crossed over her chest in a huff. "I need a cover up. This place is supposed to open in fifteen minutes. I will GLADLY wait out those fifteen, so long as I can fucking cover this humiliating tattoo!"

Hera could tell the woman was upset, if not by her stance, then definitely by what she said. He knew better than to bring up why she wanted a cover up, just that he should do it for her. Hera wasn't a huge fan of cover up tattoos, but good ones were the ones that made people famous. "Well, you're in luck. The owner just arrived." Hera smiled at the woman, but when he noticed the woman wasn't smiling back, his grin faded. "I'll uh...give me five minutes."

Hera parked his car in the back of his shop, went through the back, and opened up the front door for the woman to enter. He wasted no time to get her inside the shop. If nothing else, she helped distract him from the thoughts of the mysterious tattoo he had on his body.

The woman stomped in angrily, fists clenched. She laid down on her front, and lifted her shirt to expose her breast, covered up with a pink bra. There was a tattoo of a name 'Rick' in bold lettering close to her heart. "I want this covered up."

Hera blinked a few times in surprise at the woman's eagerness. He hadn't even gotten his tools ready, yet here she was topless, ready for him to do his job. "Um, alright, is there anything you want drawn on it in particular?"

The woman turned her head with her shirt raised up to her shoulders. "A broken heart or something? I don't know, I need something symbolic like that. I need something that says I've been hurt, and I'm not letting a man do that to me again!"

Hera took a deep breath as he looked at the tattoo, placed about where her heart was. They told me to relax. I guess I should just... Hera thought to himself, before he finished his thoughts out loud. "Do you want this done ASAP? Would you like me to sketch something out first?"

The woman pointed up to one of the displays that Hera set up as examples. "That one, with the dagger in it and everything." She pointed towards a black heart broken in half with a dagger through the top, and while the tattoo was a little graphic, that was the purpose of what many tattoos were meant to do in the first place. "I don't want to be able to even SEE the bastard's name."

Hera looked up to the black heart, complete with black dagger. There was no blood in the picture, but when Hera looked up at the picture, and back down at the woman's tattoo, he knew this wasn't going to be easy. "Alright, just let me get the stencil for that and-"

"Just draw it now. I don't care if it's crooked or anything." The woman cut Hera off. "I'll sign whatever damn waiver you want if you screw it up, I just want this gone, and I want this gone now."

Hera took a deep breath. He let his worries melt away, picked up the tattoo pen, loaded in the proper color, and began his work. He would have normally been concerned of not using any sort of stencil on the woman first, but he found it oddly hard to worry about that. In fact, Hera felt completely at ease as he worked. He watched as his arm moved with a feeling of automation and drew the black heart design absolutely flawlessly. As Hera's hand continued to work, he watched the name of the man on the woman's chest fade away into the blackness that he drew on her. As Hera did his work, his ears opened up when he heard the sound of a small snap. He looked down at the woman, and noticed that her bra had come undone, but she didn't seem to care. He noticed that she was starting to get just flat out fatter, although the gain wasn't significant, it was enough for him to notice that the once average woman, now had a chubby belly with tits at least two cup sizes bigger than before.

The woman could feel her body shifting and changing. She felt just as worry free as Hera did though, if not more so during the tattooing. She let out a sigh with closed eyes as he did his work. "This is just what I needed." she murmured. "No more evidence of him, just a tattoo that expresses how I feel about love right now."

Hera didn't just notice the woman growing, he could feel himself changing too. His clothing suddenly felt snugger on his body, and while he ignored it at first, he couldn't help but notice his belly stuck out of his shirt. He also felt a hard sensation on his head. There was no pain with it, but once he finished the woman's tattoo, he reached up to feel the small new weight on his head, and he felt something sharp and hard.

The woman looked down at her tattoo with a smile. Her bra was still covering her chest, but with her new enhanced cup size, it was unlikely going to fit back on her. Even as she put her shirt back on, her stomach jutted out, just like Hera's did. "Oh, this is PERFECT. You did it SO fast, and SO expertly. I'd ask you to be my new boyfriend, but I think I'm going to call relationships a day for a bit." Her constant frown turned into a happy smile as she paid him the cost for the tattoo, and then some.

Hera took the money, and watched as the woman happily left the store. She left her bra behind, and the top part of her pants was undone from her now slightly chubby body, but he couldn't feel worried for her, or for himself for that matter. He decided to take a look in a small mirror nearby, one he kept to help people look at their tattoos that were placed in odd spots, and he noticed that there were two small white cow horns atop his head, poking right out from his dyed hair. Hera stared at the mirror in disbelief. He was bigger, he had small horns, and the woman that he tattooed on was bigger too, but she didn't seem to care.

Suddenly the door to Hera's shop opened, and the demoness from earlier entered. The demoness wore a kilt over her bottom, but she was totally topless, showing off her bare bust. "So, I take it you enjoyed your first customer? She was pretty emotional and wanted a resolution now, so I figured we could start off with her."

Hera jumped slightly when the demoness arrived. "You're being a lot more...direct today." He said upon seeing her topless form. "So, what have you done to me, and why can't I worry about it?"

"I'm not the only one being direct I see." The demoness smiled at Hera. Her face would have looked innocent if not for her demonic fangs. "For every one you tattoo, you will mark them for me, and for you. Each tattoo, every pierce, it will increase both of our strength's. You will become more famous, and well, fatter, as will your clients. The fatter you are, and they are, the stronger I become, and subsequently, so do you." The demoness put an arm around Hera. "Oooof course your humanity will get sapped too, but hey, small price to pay, right?"

Hera couldn't feel his heart pound any quicker when the demoness mentioned what she said. He couldn't feel worry over it, even though he knew a normal person should have very much been concerned over such things. "I mean...I guess...I just become a better tattooist, and fatter, with every tattoo, and less human as well?"

"Yup! You might be able to guess the animal now, but I won't spoil it if you can't figure it out." The demoness giggled. "That first customer is going to rave about your work, so then she'll bring in more people, and then you tattoo more...you'll be able to tattoo a bunch of people eventually, and all kinds of piercings. I look forward to seeing just how much work you can accomplish by the end of today! I'll come check on you later, ciao!" The demoness walked away with a happy skip.

Hera stared out the glass panel as the demoness just so casually walked back into the world, just like that. Hera looked down at his slightly chubby belly, noticing how it was chubbier than before. "I'm going to get super fat...yet I can't bring myself to be worried about it...I guess it can't be that bad. I mean, maybe I'll look super awesome. It doesn't really matter if I'm fat anyways, it won't stop my job or my hobbies."

Hera spent the remainder of the day doing his job as per normal. His business was about as busy as it normally was, if only because the word of mouth of his greatly improved skills hadn't been spread yet. He noticed that, with each customer, he didn't need to draw a stencil on their backs before tattooing, he could flawlessly draw whatever they wanted, whether it was from them saying what they wanted, or pointing at a picture on Hera's wall. With every tattoo that Hera did, he felt his weight increase, and he watched the weight on the customer increase as well, depending on the size of the tattoo. Small tattoos added maybe 25-50 pounds, but larger ones easily added 100 pounds. Hera had no idea where the weight came from, it literally grew from thin air, but the weight was applied to areas where the tattoo was. A tattoo in the rear meant a bigger ass, regardless if it was a man or woman that got it, while a tattoo on their breast meant bigger boobs, again, whether male or female.

After a long day of work, Hera had tattooed a good ten people, roughly one per hour, which was a little bit more than what he was used to. Along with his horns, he had put on so many pounds that his pants were not only unbuttoned, but unzipped, and they were still tight on his form. His shirt also rode up to his very flabby chest. By one estimate, he must have weighed a good 150 or so pounds more than he last did. His body, in addition to being fatter, also oddly had a feminine charm to it. He had less body hair except for the hair on his head. His fingernails and toenails were also black, granted he had dyed them that color, the color was now natural unbeknownst to him.

One minute before closing time, the demoness walked back in again with a smile on her face. Her own form hadn't changed at all, but she was still topless. "So, a very productive day, I'm assuming?" she said happily towards the fatter Hera.

Hera would have blushed if he were worried about his new weight. "I had a few more customers than normal, but it was nothing that made it feel like black magic would have been involved...but...this new weight, and the weight I've been putting on others tells me that there's definitely something at work here."

The demoness grabbed a layer of fat on Hera's belly, and gave it a gentle shake. "You know it. Hell, you get fat enough and you'll be able to determine how fat you make a person, and where the fat goes! Right now it's a little sloppy and unrefined, but with time and power you'll be able to determine how fat someone gets. If someone upsets you, you could make them a total lard ass!"

Hera let out a light gasp when the demoness grabbed part of him. He was ready to step back, yet for some strange reason, the demoness's ideas gave Hera a sensation of arousal. Hera normally wasn't into weight gain, but for some reason, the idea of being very huge, and making others extremely fat in places he wanted made his cock twitch between his legs eagerly. "You...you've done more than made me worry free, didn't you?" he asked with more of a hint of curiosity in his tone than concern.

"Maaayyyybe." The demoness teased. "You still need some clothes though...I know! Why don't we go clothes shopping for you? All the extra money you're making, surely you can afford to put on stuff that'll grow!"

"If I'm going to get fat on levels that are inhuman, I don't think most clothing stores would even carry anything that would fit me." Part of Hera wanted to feel worry with how casual he responded to that, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.

"You got a good point." The demoness's hands caressed Hera's fat belly. Her hands slowly moved to his sides, and then behind him to his rear while, not quite as big as his stomach, did have quite a bit of fat on it. "I suppose I could help you out with some custom clothes, but only if you ask super nice." She added with a grin and a giggle.

"Are they going to be some sort of demonic evil clothes of doom?" Hera asked casually with a half-frown on his face. "Or like...some normal clothes?"

"What kind of demoness do you think I am? You think there are some clothes of pure and utter torture that...okay, there totally is, but that's not the kind of clothes you need, you don't need to be punished with the wool sweater of ten thousand itches. I'm thinking more like a top and bottom that hide your tits and crotch, but show off your fat to the world. Make the entire universe jealous of your fat, and your ability to tattoo, complete with clothing that grows with you!"

The demoness suddenly pulled out a pair of very large black shorts, as well as a gray shirt with blue sides and a blue black. "What do you say?"

Hera looked at the outfit with a raised brow. The outfit looked almost feminine in a way, but his clothes hugged him fairly tight as it was. "I guess...I'll just take them home and-"

"You'll change here with me, now, in the back." The demoness cut off Hera. "I need to see you naked and see EXACTLY everything I'm working with here, from head to toe."

Hera paused when the demoness suggested that he be naked. He still couldn't bring about himself to worry. Plus, she was a demoness, who knew what she was capable of if he refused her order. "All right." He gave a casual shrug, and walked to the back with her.

The back room of Hera's tattoo shop was rather plain. There was a mattress that laid on the floor, along with a desk topped with messy papers. More tattoo designs lined up the top of the wall, and there was a small table stand with a microwave and mini fridge. There was even a small television set up with antennae. It almost looked as if one could have lived back there, although very uncomfortably.

"Did I ever mention you have SUCH a boring tattoo parlor?" The demoness gave a groan when she saw his backroom. "I tell you, once your body starts changing enough, we have got to get you an upgrade. I'm talking secretaries, tons of fat underlings, and you with a schedule so far out that if anyone wants a tattoo, they got a seven month waiting period."

"I don't know. I'm not the kind of person that cares about fancy foo-foo stuff." Hera rolled his eyes as he pictured a high style tattoo shop. "Just get me the basics, and that's it."

"Pah, you're so BORING." The demoness looked down at the white mattress. "You're at least going to need a better spot for when you start birthing demons."

Hera looked at the demoness questionably. "Wait...what did you just say?"

"Birthing. Demons." The demoness repeated. "You're going to be super powerful, and you're going to help birth some demons into this world that wanted to come here. I've got some friends that can't pass through into the mortal realm the same way I do, so they're going to birth themselves into it, and you're going to be helping them out."

Hera wasn't even sure how to reply to what the demoness just said. He still couldn't bring himself to be worried about it, although he very much knew he should have felt that way. "What else are you going to be doing that you aren't telling me?" he found himself asking.

"Let's see, birth demons...become super fat and inhuman...well there might be some more details that I'm forgetting, but those are the big ones." The demoness shrugged. "Anyways, let's not worry about that. We're here to get you in some new clothes, so hurry up and get the nudes!"

Hera grimaced at the demoness, but he complied. His pants came off with ease, though his shirt ripped when he lifted his arms to try to take that off. He was still able to get it off though, along with his shoes and underwear. In a matter of minutes, he was naked before the demoness. He showed off his chubby body, his new white cow horns, and his black nails before her, as well as that tattoo that the demoness had put on him from earlier. "Better?" He noticed something as he looked down at himself too, he lacked body hair. He wasn't one that normally shaved his body, though he still couldn't be worried about it, all thanks to the demoness.

"Not really." The demoness was incredibly blunt. "I mean, you're fat, and that is sexy, but you're still so...masculine and plain. I can't wait until THAT gets fixed." The demoness's hands fondled Hera's chubby belly from behind him suddenly. "Fat humans are okay, but fat anthros with just a hint of demonic energy is so much better."

Hera wanted to ask what he was becoming, but he knew the horns on top of his head belonged to one specific animal. He didn't think the horns were that small, but he had never actually physically seen one. "F-fine, can I just get dressed again and then go about the rest of my day?"

The demoness tilted her head. "Weeellll I've seen what I have to work with...you don't look nearly attractive enough to get in bed with yet, but maybe tomorrow you will be." She tossed the clothes at Hera earlier that she had pulled out for him. "Let's see how you look in these first."

Hera hesitantly, but eventually, complied. He put on the top first with little effort, and then the shorts. The shorts were surprisingly loose on his fat form, but as he slid it up, he couldn't help but notice it hugged his crotch tightly. It felt almost as if his own cock was being pushed inward thanks to the shorts. "They feel...a bit uncomfortable." He wriggled the shorts to try to get rid of the odd feeling, but it just wouldn't go away.

"Give it a night and you'll fit right into them." The demoness nodded firmly with a smile. "You look much better already! And the tattoo is nice and visible. I'll leave you be and check up on you tomorrow. Maybe if you get enough tattoos on others, we can have some...bedtime fun." The demoness's hands sensually stroked Hera's shoulders.

Hera was uncertain about that. Part of him felt excited, but another part of him felt absolutely nervous. He turned to the demoness to speak out against it, but by the time he turned around, she had vanished. "What...where did you go?" And yet, there was no response. With a frustrated sigh, Hera closed up the tattoo shop, and left through the back door. He went home with a strong throbbing sensation between his legs, one that just wouldn't go away. He knew it was the feeling of arousal, yet despite how much pumping he felt, he couldn't feel his cock grow erect. He couldn't worry about such things though, quite literally. He drove back home.

Hera's night at home was surprisingly peaceful considering he had just dealt with a demon. He was ready to take a shower, but he didn't want to remove his clothing either and anger the demoness, not that he was even sure if she was watching him to begin with. Hera did have an arousing sensation between his legs that he couldn't get rid of, and it bothered him just a bit. He couldn't feel an erection, but he knew he was aroused. "Just...a side effect of the demoness or something." he muttered to himself. "It's got to be nothing." He went about his nighttime routine, and then went to bed.

Hera's dreams were as normal as any other, though he was still aroused between his legs, the gentle sensation of throbbing went away. Had he been able to feel between his legs, he would have felt that his cock and balls shrank down in his sleep. His male cock and balls shrank inward, into his own body, changing from a 'him', into a 'her.' If nothing else, his pants would fit him much more comfortably, though he would still have this unmistakable sensation of arousal and wanting something to relieve it, it was at least a tolerable constant arousal.

The next day, Hera woke up with a stretch. It felt nice to have a quiet night to himself, plus the throbbing sensation between his legs was gone, though he still felt arousal, and it bothered him a bit. "I guess she won't mind if I undress, I DO have to take a shower." Hera made his way into the bathroom, took off his new clothes, and then he froze when he looked at himself in the mirror.

Hera's body was hairless, he noticed his black nails, but it was what was between Hera's legs was what shocked him the most, or rather, the lack thereof. "Where is it?" He wanted to shout loudly about it, but he couldn't help but just ask the question with a tone of curiosity in his voice, rather than worry.

Suddenly, the demoness entered through the open bathroom door. How she got in his house was anyone's guess, but she WAS a demon after all. "What? Your penis? I had to get rid of it, you just look so much better without it!" The demoness gave him a firm hug, and grasped his new nether region. "Just you wait, after today, you'll have the body of a chubby human woman entirely. I bet you're looking forward to it!"

Hera grimaced at the demoness, yet he couldn't find himself worrying about it, even though he knew he very well should have been concerned over what she was doing to his body. "I don't...what if I don't want to do it if you're going to change me like this?" Hera felt his crotch grabbed, and his arousal increase. He resisted moaning, but he felt wet between his legs, a very alien sensation for him.

"Aw, but you're going to lose out on all of your fame and fortune. Besides, doesn't the idea of determining how fat a person gets sound pretty kinky?" the demoness fondled Hera's fat chest, and his new nether lips. "Think about it...there are people that hate others for being fat out there. I won't name who, but you know they're out there. They hate the overweight. Wouldn't you just love to...make them fatter than you? Make them the very thing they loathe, and laugh at their reaction."

Hera remembered the days people made fun of him for his weight. They were days he didn't want to recall at all. Here, the demoness was clearly trying to help him embrace his growing body, as if weight for him was a symbol of power, something he knew not everyone would have understood. "Well...maybe if they understood what real power was like? They shouldn't be bigger than me though."

The demoness chuckled, and gave Hera's chest another squeeze. "Of course, what was I thinking? Make them fat, but show them that you're still in charge. Maybe if they call you a fat ass, give them an ass so big it drags on the ground."

Hera thought of a man with an ass that big, but as he thought of that man, another realization hit him. "Can I change their genders too?"

"With the right piercing." The demoness grinned. "Just as tattoos are magical, so are piercings. But you'll learn all of that soon enough. For now, I'm not a demon that can control time, so you need to get ready for work, I imagine you're going to have a much busier day ahead of you."

Hera turned to the shower, and then back to the demoness. "Yeah, alright. Uh...do you mind if I get some privacy?"

The demoness rolled her eyes. "I've seen you in much worse situations, but fine, I'll meet you at your tattoo parlor." In the literal blink of an eye, the demoness was gone. She vanished, just like that. There was not a single trace of her, besides the lingering touch Hera felt.

Hera still couldn't find himself worrying over the demoness. Even the idea of the demoness watching him shower didn't worry him. He also couldn't help but think of himself as 'herself' more and more, but he couldn't become concerned over that either. With a small sigh, Hera took his shower, and did his best not to explore his new private areas.

Hera's shower was quick. He made sure to wash the extra fold of fats he had developed from yesterday, but he barely spent time soaping and lathering himself. His heart was racing, and he felt an odd sense of excitement for how busy he was going to be today. He wasn't sure how much busier he was, but something told him that, if the demoness kept her word, his popularity would slowly, but surely, increase. With the shower done, Hera went to get dressed, but he found out that the demoness had changed his entire wardrobe to match the outfit that he was given last night. With another sigh, Hera put on the familiar outfit, and went to his tattoo parlor.

Unlike yesterday where there was one angry woman waiting at the front of Hera's shop, there was three people, two guys and one girl. The three people didn't even look as if they came there with each other either, just eager customers waiting to get tattooed or pierced by Hera.

Hera was partially in disbelief over the small line of people. It was nothing like a celebrity might get, but it also wasn't something a normal tattoo artist would have either. "Maybe I need to start coming in earlier and closing later." He said to himself. With a small smile, he drove around to the back, went in to his shop from the backdoor, and opened up for business.

Hera's day at the tattoo parlor was indeed busier than he had expected. It normally took him some time to do tattoos, but today he was performing tattooing fast and flawlessly. With every person tattooed, he felt a sense of magic surge through his body, though the magic physically looked like additional weight on him. His new clothes grew with him, but as he tattooed people and made them grow weight, their clothes weren't so lucky. Men, women, it didn't matter, Hera still couldn't focus too much on his power to change them, and many of the customers weren't mean to him either. Part of him thought that they had to be...thanked for being nice to him, by making them fatter, which was exactly what he did.

Hera noticed as he made people fatter, they didn't seem to mind it. Many of them seemed aroused by it, and Hera could feel himself changing the more he fattened up others. Sure, he was getting fatter, but his body was also becoming much more feminine too. His chest grew larger, not just with fat, but with milk. His ass grew larger compared to the rest of his back fat. By the time he had finished his day's work of tattooing, he likely now weighed a good 550 pounds, and it showed through more than a few layers of fat all around his body where fat could have developed. Despite being massively overweight now though, he had a feminine look to him, and with his vagina, he was far more of a 'her' than he was a 'him', yet despite occasionally checking a mirror and seeing his new feminine face, he wasn't able to be worried about it.

Each tattoo he put on was quick and flawless too, his time was halved for each tattoo and piercing.

At the end of the day, Hera waved as his last customer left. He had tattooed and pierced so many people that he had a few that he couldn't get to in time before it was time for him to close, so he had to reschedule them for before he opened.

Less than a minute after the last customer left, the demoness came in through the back with a smile on her face. "Told you your popularity is going to pick up. This is just the beginning! You'll get phone calls at home, and you'll be scheduling out in advance for days!"

"I feel a little guilty though." Hera admitted. "Like, not worried about it, but...bad, I guess? I hate making people wait for me to get their work done. Maybe I need to hire a few people."

"Hire as many as you want, girlfriend, but anyone that's scheduling for your tattoo parlor is going to be scheduling for YOU." The demoness pointed a single clawed finger to Hera with a grin. "Nobody in this world will match your speed, your drawing, your...unique gift to fatten people."

"Girlfriend?" Hera looked down at his, well, her body. Hera noticed just how feminine she now was, and while she was still very much fat, her body was that of a fat woman, not of a male. "You really changed me more, didn't you?" Hera spoke in a voice that cracked with feminine tones. "I'm becoming a full blown woman." He wanted to sound worried and nervous about it, but he couldn't.

"You're becoming more than a woman." The demoness hugged Hera's front. Not even her hands could wrap fully around Hera's body anymore. "You're getting a bit of demon, and a bit of...something else in you." With a smirk, she raised one hand up to Hera's breast, and gave one of her tits a gentle squeeze. Suddenly, a spurt of milk came out from the nipple.

Hera gasped as she felt a wet sensation on her chest. She looked down to see the wet spot, and she raised her shirt, practically subconsciously, in front of the demoness. Her nipples were swollen, and the one the demoness teased was still leaking milk. "What's this?" she asked with a more curious tone than a frightened one.

The demoness squeezed the other nipple, and milk came out of that one as well. "Just adding a few traits, like constantly leaking milk, it'll make more sense once your form is finished." The demoness kissed Hera's cheek. "You can pierce your nipples and that will stop the milk flow so long as you keep the piercings in them. As a bonus, your breast won't swell up infinitely with milk either!" As if the demoness was doing Hera a favor, two small circle piercings rose up in the air, and pierced through Hera's nipples, and caused only a twinge of pain.

Hera looked down at her tits with a frown. She noticed how much they stuck out from her, their swollen size, and how...good it felt to have them touched. She was thankful that at least the milk flow stopped. "There really is nothing I can do about this, can I?" she wasn't sure if she wanted to be worried about it or not, she was actually feeling more aroused than anything about it, and she was confident that was the demoness's work.

"You're already tattooed." The demoness fondled Hera's large tits happily. A second pair of nipples formed below Hera's first pair of tits, and slowly grew out as the demoness kept fondling her. "So I mean, we COULD stop changing you, you could get a tattoo removal, but it's going to be kind of hard with how much you're changed already!"

Hera could feel her body shifting and changing more, this time in ways that were more inhuman than her nails, or her horns. "You're going to make me into a cow demon or something." She spoke normally, unable to be worried about such things. Her massive weight shivered as her tits were fondled, and sent waves of pleasure through her body she couldn't describe.

"You're smarter than you look." The demoness chuckled at Hera. "But yes, at first I was thinking pig, but pig demons aren't really...sexy, you know?" The demoness hugged Hera's tits, and she gave them another squeeze. Thankfully with the loop piercings, no milk escaped from Hera's now two pairs of tits. "A cow demoness though, one that can transfer and add fat to others, now that is sexy."

Hera shivered again at the squeeze. "A-alright then, let me go home and get on with my night." She wasn't sure what else she could do. She wasn't worried about it, and she damn knew well why she wasn't, but at the same time, there has been nothing but pleasure being brought to her and her new form. She thought that maybe, if she just gave in, she would have a much, much better time. Harm was unlikely to come to her, and as a demoness, she would likely live much longer, regardless of her weight. Besides all of that, her new body gave her a constant sensation of arousal.

The demoness giggled, and nodded. "I'll leave you be since you pretty much figured out what's happening...check in from time to time, especially when you're pregnant." The demoness kissed Hera's cheek, and then vanished once more.

Hera watched as the demoness just vanished as she normally did, and with a small sigh, Hera closed up shop, and drove home. She could tell she had two pairs of tits now, but she couldn't panic over it. She simply took her shower, and went about her normal routine. Sure, she was bigger, fatter, and completely a girl, soon to be a cow demoness of sorts, but she felt...happier than she had ever felt in her life.

The next few days felt like routine to Hera, but with increasing popularity. She found herself booking tattoos and piercings for others soon a full day in advance, then three, then a week, she was soon scheduling out booked full for a month with tattoos and piercings. She was very quick at her job, but even her, as she grew fatter, and developed demonic traits such as glowing green eyes when she got angry, she couldn't tattoo everyone in a single day.

Each tattoo and piercing on another changed her more. Her skin turned into brown cow hide, her feet fully became cloven cow hooves, and she grew a tail with purple hair at the end of it, all in the process of one day. People didn't react to her any differently than before however. There was one person that muttered fat to her, but she repaid that person by giving them an ass three times Hera's own size, and watched the panic in their face as they waddled out.

Weight also continued to be applied to Hera's body. She didn't keep an exact number on her weight, but her thighs and legs were getting so fat that the fat was even going down past her hooves, with small bends and flexes for her kneecaps. Her arms were just as fat, and her belly so fat it almost drug on the ground if it weren't for her cow udder that also grew and did the dragging for Hera's stomach. Her new cow udder needed loop piercings of their own to prevent milk from being leaked out.

By the end of only a few days, Hera's body was simply massive. Her face was slowly pulled out into a cow snout with a pink noise, she was so fat that it was hard to tattoo bodies without getting her blubbery arms all over the body of the person they were tattooing. Of course, Hera's skills of tattooing were second to none, she was fat, but nobody could compete with her skills, if partially because she was not only part cow demon, but she had a demoness helping her out. Hera still found it impossible to be worried about her situation, but it wasn't a bad situation to be in. She knew she would eventually start birthing demons, but that would come at a later time. Even then, Hera knew that she still couldn't be worried over it, because she couldn't worry about a single thing in her life now.