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M x m fanfic gargoyles , diapers , vore , transformation

Description: Goliath from Gargoyles vores a downtrodden man and turns him into the newest member of the Gargoyle clan. This poor new clan mate needs to be trained, starting with diapers.

Tags: Vore, Cartoon, Gargoyles, Diapers, Domination, Dominance, Submission, Injections, Transformation, Gay, Yaoi

I kicked violently at a can as I passed down a side street, grumbling at my luck. “That’s the last time those bums dick me over, I swear,” I grumbled to myself, looking back over my shoulder. If Ricky heard me saying anything, he’d punch out my lights. I was glad nobody was there. It gave me some time to think. Those jerks wouldn’t see me comin’ next time.

The clouds overhead started turning from a hot pink to hues of violet, and I pulled out the crumpled lottery ticket in my pocket, tried smoothing it out. It just wasn’t fair. I felt like crying for a moment there, looking at those stupid numbers. You just can’t understand the injustice, feeling trapped and alone with no way out of a bad situation. Luz Salvador promised me the ticket was a real winner, that all I had to do was cash the ticket in at the gas station up the road. I didn’t realize it was a spoof until that fuckin’ clerk humiliated me in front of the whole store. I got so mad I tried throwing something, anything, at him to make him shut the fuck up.

The cops showed up, it was a right mess. I heard them laughing all the way up the block. Dummy Delano fell for another trick, just like I fell for that bitch my ex-wife and that online course for becoming a certified wiper fluid mechanic. My stomach yelped at me, so hungry. My apartment didn’t have any food in it. The cupboards had been bare for a couple of days now, and I was getting food at the soup kitchen three blocks away. They weren’t open on a holiday, though, so I had no idea where I was going to get my next meal.

My stomach rolled again, and I looked down to push on it. I noticed my shirt had a hole in it, my hairy stomach flab visible through it. Just great, another thing I had to try to go out and buy, my one good shirt. I couldn’t even remember where I ripped it, just somewhere out in the business of my day. Maybe it was the cops that did it. I thought about turning back to chase them down for a few bucks out of grief.

That’s when I saw it, lurking up there in the clouds. This big gray thing, like a monster, hovered around up there in all that purple, staring down at me with these big, glowing yellow eyes. I yelped and started to run as fast as I could, fast enough that my foot burst through the seam of my shoe. It slowed me down a little more than my extra thirty pounds did. Well, extra forty maybe. I stomped on through a puddle of gray rainwater, then tripped over my broken shoe sole.

The huge creature landed right in front of me, and I screamed in panic. He was huge, and I mean huge! 10 feet tall, all purple like his skin was made out of some kind of living stone. He had a giant mane of black hair and vicious looking teeth, a heavy brow with mean eyes. His wings were double the size of his body, which was already huge. I noticed he was wearing a big brown sack around his waist, a leather belt the size of my chest wrapped around his hips. In spite of his skin, he looked strong, real strong.

Boy, what I wouldn’t give to be that strong. But flabby ol’ me, Dummy Delano, didn’t have even the strength to stand up to Luz or Ricky, and I wasn’t a fighter enough for this giant monster. He picked me up by one of my legs and I could feel him looking at me, feel him judging me.

You know how sometimes a butcher will pick up a fistful of meat and kind of juggle it a little bit? Like he’s trying to figure out how much it weighs without looking at a scale? Or how you try to figure out what orange is ripe enough by rolling it around in your palm a little so you can see if it’s ripe and juicy? That’s how he held me at first, and then I saw him smile that crazy smile of his. Something moved in his pants and I got scared.

Right before I could think to scream for help, his big wings unfurled and he jumped us into the air. I could feel the air from his wings flapping around as we soared into the sky, and I howled like a child. I dropped my lottery ticket and watched it flutter down to the ground. The big guy flew us up to a skyscraper, the Eyrie Building, and then he dumped me down on the ground.

I toppled to the rooftop and collapsed in a heap, too scared to move. That’s when he started to unbuckle his pants, and I looked up at him. Now I’ve seen some cocks, you know, on porn or whatever, but this guy was bigger than anything I ever saw. His cock was a mottled purple, lined and chiseled like it was out of stone, but detailed, too. It had marble veins where they might be on a human’s body, and a thick lip about a quarter way up his shaft. The rest of his was thick as my arm, with a horsehead that glistened like it was carved out of micah.

I didn’t know what to do, and he looked at me like he was hungry for something. God, I could only suspect what he had a taste for. I turned around and shifted backwards, scooting away from his erection. I kept stumbling back until I ran out of room, and when he kept walking toward me, I put my hand up and squealed. I’m not proud of saying that I pissed myself, and it soaked straight down into my socks.

He stopped and frowned at me like I had done something wrong, and reached out one of those huge claws and scooped me up by my chest. He extended one of his fingers, one with a really long claw like a curved blade and cut me right out of my pants. He pulled my shoes and socks off one by one and I just hung there, bottomless, in his claws.

I was so scared, so traumatized that I didn’t even know what to do. My penis sprang up with an erection, my adrenaline pumping so hard there wasn’t a single part of me that wasn’t stiff. A fear boner, is what I had heard it called before. Never knew it to be true, but here we are. He hooked his claw up and gently tickled me right behind my ballsack and I felt myself almost getting even more scared and aroused. He seemed amused by me, by how pathetic I was, and then dropped me so he could tear off my shirt.

I curled my hands over my chest. He pushed me over into the middle of the roof and swatted away my hands. I stood there sobbing while he stroked himself looking at me. I don’t know what he saw. Sure, I was maybe cute in my younger days, but now I was just a thick, hairy mess, with some love handles around my hips and a cock that looked better in the dark.

He kept stroking himself until he seemed to have enough, then leapt back up off the roof and left me there to shiver in the cold and cry to myself. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get my erection to go down. When he came back, he picked me up again like I was a toy and planted me on my back.

He made a gesture like he wanted me to do something, and eventually I figured out he wanted me to put my legs in the air. I did and he grabbed them, pulling my ass off the ground. He laid out a white cloth underneath me and set my ass back down, pulled my legs apart so he could wrap me up in the cloth.

The cloth felt nice and warm after the cold of the rooftop, and my penis felt nice and safe in there. He stretched the cloth against me real tight and then pinned it down with something that felt like a strip of barbed wire or something. I guess when you’re that big, you don’t have the dexterity to handle something like a safety pin, but I didn’t care.

After he was done, my stomach growled so hard I almost dry heaved. I was so hungry and I still hadn’t found any food. The giant guy grinned at me and stood up, pointing his massive cock at me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do, but he started stroking at me again. It looked sexual, and he kept pointing at me like he expected something. I could hear his massive lungs pushing out hot air while he flexed his cock at me, and eventually I saw something sparkle at the end of it.

“You are hungry, little one. Eat up. You will like it.” His voice was deep, gravelly, and beastly.

He made some grunting sounds and barked at me like a lion. I realized then that he was telling me to lick his cock, and I was too scared not to. I put my lips up against the glistening spot and it tasted sweet and nourishing. I was so hungry I didn’t even think about anything else, just kept licking him and licking him, trying to get some of that sweet nectar from him.

The deluge that poured into my mouth startled me, and it took me a moment to realize he had cum on me. My hair was plastered down to my scalp with all the sticky substance, all the spring in my curls gone out. It drenched my shoulders and matted my chest hair, but it tasted like a warm leche like I used to get from Mami.

He seemed relieved once it was over, and I helped him clean a little more of his big cock off for the taste. I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t help myself. I had never done something like this before but it felt natural, not to mention I was propelled by sheer blissful lusty want. When I was done, he towered over me and growled. Well, his stomach growled, not him. I didn’t understand what he needed then, but he really didn’t give me any chance to guess.

He scooped me up and lifted me high overhead until I was staring down at him. He opened his mouth and I saw a giant black maw clattering straight down into an abyss.

Oh shit.

“Worry not. You are to be reborn. You are just a little helpless, hopeless human, and I will take good care of you.” Of course, the soothing words soothed me not one bit.

I started to struggle with him–was he really going to eat me now? I shouted “No! No!” to him, starting to cry again, and that’s when he stuffed my head into his mouth. I slipped down into a damp, dark place, my voice echoing on the rocky interior of his gullet. For a moment, my legs and bottom dangled out of his mouth, another scared erection pushing against my diaper. Odd, how that diaper seemed to be a source of comfort in an otherwise, well, batshit crazy situation.

He gulped and I felt myself slide right in, down a slipstream to fall with a splash into a fragrant puddle. My diaper immediately swelled up with the liquid, and I unfortunately smelled myself. I think I must have shit myself on the way down, based on the smell. His stomach was hot and sweltering, and I tried to look up and maybe climb my way out of his rocky esophagus. But I couldn’t figure out how to get anywhere.

I was in there for a couple of hours, maybe, holding my knees and rocking myself. After a little bit, I felt a tingle in my legs, and I stood up to see if he’d finally started digesting me. My diaper slid off of me, and that’s when I saw my cock again for the first time. It had started to change, and I didn’t even know it. It had grown bigger, my head all flared out like it was taking on a new shape entirely. My legs felt strong, and my skin felt coarse like sandstone.

It took another couple of minutes, but gradually all of my skin felt tough and hard, and I watched as my body started to warp into the shape of a chiseled gargoyle. It was mostly painless except for my back, which started itching and then felt like when you take a splinter out of your thumb, except it was my wings coming out of my shoulder blades.

I felt a new power inside of me, a fire I had never known before. When the sphincter in his stomach opened up, my wings pulled in tightly and I slid out of his stomach headfirst. I slid like that, like it was a waterslide ride, for a long time until I could see a light at the end of the tunnel, and I plopped out onto the ground covered in a foamy scum. I looked up to see that there was daylight on the horizon, and the big guy was towering over me. He stooped real low and sniffed me, like he was making sure I was okay.

There was a looming intensity of this monstrous beast literally towering over me. He was every bit the statue that he would become, they would all become, I would now become, in the daytime. I felt like a baby. Small, tiny. I might have been granted a new body, I might feel this new power radiating and coursing through my veins, stronger, faster, more unique than any human on earth, but yet still Goliath was daunting and intimidating. Even when presiding over me in his concerned fashion, it still sent chills through my newly taut, twice-toughed skin.

“You were a good meal.” He said deeply, “Follow, you are not a part of my clan. My family. You will be treated as the newest member. The baby. You will be called Perry from now on. Baby Perry.”

“I am not a baby though.” I said with a touch of resistance, but I didn’t sound as convincing as defiance goes. I could tell that my voice had a trembling and tiny quality to it. I was sure that even if I threw myself into those words with conviction, it would not have changed a thing. Goliath was big, strong, solid, sturdy, and when he spoke, you listened. When he spoke, he bashed his willpower into your brain with each gravel and grave voice.

“You are a baby, Baby Perry. You need to learn the ways of the Gargoyle. We have a culture, we have enemies.” He stepped forward, his heavy feet cracking into the ground, large talons sinking into the roof as well with ease, “We have a patriarchy. I am your father. You are my son. I have birthed you, little one. I have transformed you physically. You will learn your place soon enough.” He promised.

It was off-putting.

Who was I to argue with such a creature torn from the mythologies of man and monster?

He reached to the scruff of my neck, steel grip collecting my flesh as he wrenched me from the earth. I had never felt so helpless in my life. I had never felt so at the whims of someone’s will as I did in that moment.

There was a comfort in the certainty that Goliath's words were law. A certain certainty that he was the alpha and I wasn’t even a beta, I was a baby.

“You will be a good little baby, right Perry?” I was lifted off the ground a few feet, my face nearest to his. I could see those eyes as they blazed with intensity.

I wanted to say no, I wanted to say yes, I wanted to say anything to stop this chilling display of authority. I couldn’t manage anything. I was frozen.

Goliath smiled sharply. It was uncharacteristic to what I have learned of him in this short time. It was… scary. And comforting. It was many things, many emotions, all culminating into a confusing united emotion of submission. Submission gained and given for various complex reasons.

“You will say ‘yes’.”

“Yes.”

“Good. Baby Perry is good at learning. I am glad to witness this.”

He gently placed me onto the ground first, then guided me to the ground upon my back. My diaper was, well, it was exactly how one would imagine after the unbelievable journey that I had gone through. It was not clean, to say the least.

A heavy hand went to my chest, holding me down, just in case I struggled. I felt like an ant. I felt insignificant. It was somewhat arousing, I am ashamed to say.

Goliath peeled off my diaper and quickly changed it. My rock hard cock, bigger than what it once was, throbbed as the wind and air touched it, wrapped around it with a breeze. It grew as Goliath inspected it. Just with a brief touch, a stroke that was unbelievably tender, like a feather. The touch made me feel like how a Father would touch a baby. It was safe, it was comforting, it was transforming.

He drew out a wipe, a crude and leather skin, and promptly used it on my backside once he lifted my legs upward to expose my ass, and provide coverage for my manhood. And in a practiced, swift movement, he placed yet another diaper on me. He did so by lifting my ass straight into the air, my knees curling to my chest. My new found wings splayed and spread in response as I was treated exactly how a baby would.

When he was done, he put on his baggy shorts again and flew off to one of the other buildings, leaving me to examine myself. I was so powerful now, and I knew my luck was about to change. I couldn’t wait to show that bitch Luz what I could do now, show her how Ricky wasn’t anything but a bum who couldn’t stand up for her any more now that I was big and potent.

I ran up to the side of the rooftop and unfurled my wings. I wasn’t Dummy Delano anymore. I was nothing like he ever was.

For the first time, I could be whatever, whoever I wanted to be. And I realized what I wanted to be was a diapered baby for Goliath. Part of his clan, his family. I took off from that rooftop and never looked back.

Hopefully Goliath would diaper me anew. I wasn’t a big boy, I didn’t know how to go about the intricacies of diapering myself. He would though. He would know. He would do.

I would let him.

After a few buildings, I had to stop. My wings were tired. Flying was awkward. I was panting and sore.

Goliath circled around after realizing I was not following. He must have been through this several times. He must have known I would never be able to keep up with him, nor travel the distance he had in mind for us.

He landed with a shutter of the earth around him. I could feel his presence on the building top. It groaned under his massive bulky form and weight.

Before I could say anything, he scooped me up, cradling me and then rocked me back and forth, “No need for words, little one. The distance is long for a newborn baby. You are still not yet an adult. Come, we shall return to the others. They will be happy to have someone new to dot upon”