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Walking was an arduous task. One that elicited a long, sharp breath with each step. One that strained the glamour he had on. Nobody should watch him like this… But with the everlasting surges of desires, he had to use one.

Hiding… Hiding what he was had always been second nature for him, for he showed his most cordial and personable self to those he welcomed in his dwelling. Even to Silkie, even if she was as much his Home’s owner as he was.

“I… Must enquire,” he had stated on his way out, taking on the mantle by the door and stepping outside in the cold winter. So far from civilization, the land had been painted pure white, reminding him of the virtues of purity and cleansing.

Something, through comparison, exacerbated the corruption and dereliction in London’s streets. They were crumbling, dirty, and devoid of beauty, as people could sleep on the streets or relieve themselves there. The stench had become familiar for Elias Ainsworth.

However, nobody could recognize him as such, and none of his close circle would expect him to wander London’s dirty alleys.

“This is but an inquiry. A last attempt before I take on a different task. Nothing more,” he mumbled.

But no… It wasn’t another inquiry. Since he had experienced that plant and tasted the satisfaction of giving life to something else, the sensation had enthralled him. He couldn’t admit it so, lest he would have to seek guidance and help from his peers who could mistake his attempts for perversion. But refuting the inner critique on his desires and considering them mere experiments was… Easier. Easier to indulge.

More so when he returned to that unsightly alley with the regularity of a migrating bird.

Whether he desired it or not, he was back in the alley surrounded by those dirty humans bickering, chatting to themselves until they saw him. His glamour was the same as before, showing him as that man with pale skin, fairly handsome features yet glabrous, and whose yellow hair twisted much like his horns.

“What are you doing there, pretty?”

“That’s not your turf.”

“I am meeting someone important,” answered Elias with that cold and regular voice as he passed by the door leading inside the cheap hotel. It was through careful observations he had noted that humans regularly visited the place for their carnal pleasures. Moreover, it was as far as any fay and magical influence he could dispose of.

He approached the receptionist, a graying lady who smoked on her time while glancing at a fashion magazine. Yet, when she saw Elias, she didn’t seem bothered. She recognized him, and she started to type with one hand.

“Same room, usual?”

“Yes. I appreciate your willingness to hold it for me. This is a gene-“

“Yes, honey. I know you like that room but don’t give me that spiel. Money.”

Rebuffed, yet not… Surprised. Elias pulled the bills out of his pocket and placed them in the receptionist's hand, the exact amount. She didn’t even count it. Instead, she returned to her magazine, grabbed the key with one hand, and slid it toward Elias.

“Much obliged. I wish you an excellent evening, mylady.”

However, the receptionist wasn’t receptive to his pleasant words and waved him away, forcing Elias to ascend the stairs. The same room as usual… But each step was more difficult and heavier. Soon, even walking would be impossible in his state. Yet, he refused to use magic for this or to halt those… Experiments.

“Just a few meters more,” he exhaled as he opened the first door on his right.

The room behind was a mere bedroom without any toilet or privies. Amenities? That place was bare and should you need it, you had to get out and enter the adjacent public toilet. The carpet was dirty and covered with stains, similar to the curtains he pulled to hide away London’s nightscape. Then… With the security of his door closed and security advanced… Elias took his mantel away.

And with it, his glamour.

Elias Ainsworth. Even now, nobody could tell if he was a fay or not. Lost in the middle, he resembled the human depiction of a Wendigo with a usually lanky body and a beast’s skull for a face. Horns sprouted from that skull, while his eyes were but red lights within that glimmered in accordance with his emotional state.

His skin had a dark purple hue that spread across his entire shape… One barely concealed as his vest had been left open, his shirt unbuttoned… And so were his pants, as they could no longer contain his form.

His clothes no longer fitted him, truthfully. His experiments had taken a turn for the worse, and as he stood by the bedroom mirror, he saw himself.

His previous lanky form had gained comely curves. His chest himself had gone from flat to almost feminine, with perky nipples and bouncing breasts. His belly wasn’t round, but it had lost its slim shape, and fat had started to smother the muscles’ presence.

His ass, too, was different from before.

But the main part, what forced his hand in using glamour even in private, was… His genitalia.

Much like the rest of his body, they had changed, and their size was the detail that struck up. To be fair, Elias was not a male of petite size before. His testicles had been firm and healthy within a low-hanging scrotum whose tension would vary with temperature. His Manhood did not possess a human nature in virtue of its sheath, regular width, and flattened cockhead reminiscing of equines. And much to amplify its unnatural presence, its color contrasted with the dark purple of Elias, adopting a burnt-umber color over its length and to the tip.

Much more detail made that manhood intriguing, from the wide corona to the median ring or even the wide urethra.

But none as much as that recently acquired… Quality.

Whereas Elias’ testes had the size of oranges, hindering but passable, they had grown to the size of ripe watermelons that strained his scrotum skin. And his penis had lost much in length to compensate it with a width: both of volume and his urethra.

His flared end, flat and delineated by a swollen corona, remained warm. Pulse passed beneath the skin, hammering Elias’s hastened heartbeat as he dared a finger against the veiny length. He… Touched it, then recoiled.

His fingertip was damp; therefore, his glove was drenched with the musky scent emanating from the Half-Fay. His eyes were drawn to it, to the immaculate fabric he pulled and removed.

His clawed digits were exposed: his elongated but delicate fingers dancing by the neon light. He watched them, then glanced at the calloused tip they possessed, albeit he had not participated in menial work with such an abandon it would cause the rigidity he perceived by rubbing his thumb against each tip.

“I…” he started. Only to blink. For a moment, he lost himself in the contemplation and returned then to the ugly and dirty room. He had heard a step, someone close. He thought.

He heaved, watching the door as if it would be flung open at any moment, but… no.

Someone was merely passing by, going to the nearby room.

There… Elias’ heartbeat hastened as he turned towards the set of furniture against the wall: a desk, plain with flyers about services the place no longer offered. Then, at the pine dresser, its door barely closing. It was the later he focused his gaze on… With a flick of a finger, the distant switch was turned off… And so was the neon light.

The room was dark, with only a few lines from London’s distant lights crossing through the curtains. However, Elias was accustomed to it. No… He thrived in the dark as his red eyes focused on the dresser and lifted it with an undisclosed strength when glancing at him.

He lifted it and placed it carefully, only a few meters away from the wall, without making much noise.

He… Had to be discreet. To remain discreet. Even there, he didn’t seek to be… Caught. Or worse.

“This is it… Only. One more experiment,” mumbled Elias as he stepped behind the dresser with his index going over the tired-pastel-red wallpaper until… There was nothing.

His eyes still saw the paper, but it swallowed his index, indicating where the glamour he had placed was. A glamour he undid with a flick of the hand, erasing the wallpaper and replacing it with a hole. Crude, going through paper, wood, stone, ceramics… And allowing for a stench to swarm the room.

Urine and worse tingled Elias’s absent nose, paced through the large holes within his skull, and… Brought desire. Blood flowed, his teeth snapped together… And he caressed the passage… Then himself.

His hand lifted his manhood, that dark and erect shaft he lifted with a yearning. Preseminal fluids oozed from its urethra, eliciting more of Elias’ musky scent as he carefully aligned his hips with the hole. He bent the knees, placed an open palm against the surface, and gritted his teeth. His red eyes disappeared, closed.

It wasn’t his first time. Yet… He quivered like the first time as if he was innocent and unaware of the property he currently dwelled in. He took a deep breath and pushed further. Inch… After inch.

His manhood disappeared within the hole… And soon, his groin was pressed against the wall. His body entirely rested against the surface, which bore his weight admirably well, while his head remained outstretched and his chin against the wallpaper.

He exhaled…

“Please. One...”

He was ready, it only needed someone else on the other side.

On the other side… Where were showers and toilets. Supposedly, there would be a stall there, one used for the shower. But with his penis inside, another glamour had set within the room. People no longer saw the stall itself, making it impossible for them to try to use it… Instead, they only saw one wall. With a hole at the perfect height.

Gloryhole. That was what Elias learned of them. They were displays of deviancy that could be found in many places where humanity and poverty thrived. Usually, humans would sit on a toilet and employ their mouths to worship whatever passed through.

However… It would be different as the glamour displayed something that would call on Humans’ basest instinct. Instead of a cock, they could notice the opening of an orifice through a tiny hole.

That orifice would drip and smell just as good as a vulva and clench… And offer the soft contact of needy labias. But should they touch, they try, they enjoy… It wouldn’t be one. It would only be him. Only be Elias’. Only be Elias’ yearning penis that oozed and throbbed.

“… Please. One… Even one,” he said with a desperate tone that was unsightly of him. But he desired it. His testicles ached with desires, their skin imprinted with paint and brands he had purposefully drawn to serve one and simple purpose.

It-

“Here you are, girl. Back with us?” chuckled the human voice. Familiar. Perfect. That one didn’t need to be introduced.

Instead, he introduced himself by plunging two digits into what he perceived to be a vulva… Two fingers that wormed and played with Elias’ sensitized inner walls. He shivered; he lifted a foot to stomp on the ground as he adjusted himself… As he felt the fingers roll, twist, trace within his hole… And then stretch it like scissors.

“Always moist for us, girl,” chuckled the human.

Yes… Moist. Quivering, his urethra had more control than a natural mortal orifice. And much like possessing sphincters, it closed on the fingers and suckled them. It attempted to pull them inside and deeper until the fingers had no more length to feed.

“Oh… Calm down. I’m here!”

“Yes… T-Thank you,” moaned back Elias, his voice distorted to appear feminine to the human, who didn’t hesitate.

He yanked his fingers out. The hole, bereft of touch and love, clenched further and attempted to grasp on the air… But shuffles, the sound of undone buckle, and dropping pants, they followed. Then… Much like prophesized, the Human’s manhood pressed against Elias.

The tip was swollen and bulbous, with a wider corona than the width of the flesh below the foreskin. Blood pulsated within, like Elias’, and a drop of pre-seminal fluids dripped…

“Take me, sir. I lust for you!”

Elias’ voice came as feminine, yet the note of desperation wasn’t lost. It was rather amplified, turning it into a shrill cry.

“Yes… yes,” laughed the human as he stepped forth. One step and the tip pressed against Elias’ urethra and fake labia. The orifice, in that instant, didn’t resist. Wide, gaping, and ready… It swallowed.

It swallowed the length as it was given, its volume growing as the underside bulged from the intrusion. The sensations were intense, albeit dulled by the neediness Elias experienced within his testicles. He desperately needed that man to offer him his seed.

His voice… His whimper rose while the human took another step, and most of his length was in… Another, and that tufty groin would met with Elias’ flared tip.

“Are you… Ready for me, girl?”

“Yes… Yes, sir!”

Elias’s plea echoed within the room and the toilets, his urethra set ablaze by the penetration and the pre-seminal fluid that flowed inward. His prostate was swollen and bulged from beneath his skin, forming a bump that was considerably met with his current libido.

His organ oozed and produced fluids, but it only had one place to go, not outward… But inwards, following the modifications he had done to his genitals… It flowed; their pre-seminal fluids intermingled and flowed down… Down his vas deferens and right into his testes, modified and altered.

He bit his non-existent lips as more fluids poured within, adding fuel to the inferno that was his testes. He braced while the Human pulled away and then pushed back inside, initiating the liberating back and forth.

Grunts and groans came from beyond the wall, feral and compelling to hear. That man needed it as much as he did. And that yearning, Elias Ainsworth sensed it by the pendulous testicles smacking against his penis’ underside when the human pressed inside.

His movements were irregular, and sometimes, it seemed the human had lost his balance: drunkenness was part and parcel of those living here. But… It didn’t hinder the pleasure Elias sensed, the delight he experienced when more and more was poured within his urethra, and… Said urethra bulged from the assault.

In… Out… In… Out. In its wake, the organ left a trail of desires and heat, born from the friction and the natural pull against the inner wall. And with it… Followed the growth and climax, its ascension dictated by the human’s cadence.

“H- Harder!” groaned Elias, saliva dripping from his lipless mouth.

His… The Human hadn’t gone fully inside, and it was what he desired. Therefore, he begged. Again.

“Please! Sir! Take me! Faster! I’ll take you inside me!” shouted Elias, hoping for the last step.

And… There it was.

One last step and the manhood pressed at the edge of Elias’ prostate. With its swelling, the urethra was tighter to experience… And to penetrate. Yet, the Human seemed keen on pushing and battering the orifice, giving the Half-Fay an ounce of that tingly and ecstatic feeling.

“Hhh… I’m… Please, harder, Sir!”

Elias cried, not in pain, but elated pleasure as the head hammered and forced against his prostate. Faster… And then harder, as if the Human followed the order or sought that pleasure. His grunts were deeper and stronger, too. Their breaths were ragged, uneven, uncontrolled… And so were their movements: of the hips delving within that “vulva” and the clawed fingers digging within the walls.

It… Was hellish. And pleasing. And enthralling. Drool kept dripping on the carpet as Elias sensed his body and sense of self disappear, growing numb in the face of pleasure and delight.

He… Would climax. Soon. Exceedingly, soon. But he only needed the last spark… The last touch.

And it came. He came. The Human ejaculated. He growled at first, with his hips hitting faster by the second. But then, he stopped. His hips ceased, his legs went still, and his breathing became a high-pitched whistle as the pre-seminal fluid was replaced by something hotter… And stickier. Something that was unmistakable.

The creamy semen, far more dense than usual, was given to Elias. A flow of fluids that, before the opening prostate, had no path but to push in. It swarmed the prostate, bringing along a reinforced tingling feeling in its wake. It flooded the vas deferens, enrapturing the mind and burning the nerves in its path. It… Filled the testes, where the organs had been modified to serve as chambers and vessels.

Elias cried out, feeling the liquid pour in an ample amount into his organs, mostly the left one through a stroke of bad luck. However, the semen still accumulated within and started to weigh inside, adding to the natural churn that occurred within that tight scrotum.

Finally… Finally, he sensed the delight as the runes etched onto his Scrotum started to glow with an eerie purple. Life was brought there, and so followed the light.

Magic… magic had modified his body, but it was natural life that would finish the work as he rested against the wall. The human had departed, leaving his gaping urethra dripping with the same sperm that had invaded his testes and imprinted the “egg” in the middle of it.

Without peering into the ether, Elias sensed the assault those two eggs received from the vigorous sperm cell… They spearheaded and hit, trying to wiggle inside. They were like many blades, assaulting what would become Elias’ child.

And he… Tremled, feeling phantom tears streaking down his non-existent cheeks while life took root. He… Would father someone. He would have a family of his own. Blissful pleasure swarmed him, leaving him with a stupid smile… One that grew wider as he heard steps on the other side along with a dropping belt.

Another… Father to this wonderful Family. Another Father… Another wonderful impregnation he dreamed about.