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What Goes Around Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons Starting any new job was full of uncertainties; what were the responsibilities? What was the dress code? What was the corporate culture? For Leo, there were more questions than most... but that was the price of getting a job off the internet. He'd performed skill assessment after skill assessment, not even entirely sure what he had been practicing for, but now the day had come - his first day - and he still had no idea.

Leo stood at the end of his driveway, the crisp morning air cool against his peachy skin. His brown shaggy hair had been cleaned up as best as he could manage, combed straight and left to look full. Hazel eyes surveyed the road, his heart beating a bit fast. He had on a blue button up shirt with a black tie and black slacks. He hoped it would be good enough.

The instructions had been vague, only that he was to wait for the corporate car pool. He assumed in time he would drive them all in his vehicle, but that was something to worry about at another date. He stood and waited, checking his watch every so often until at last he saw a shiny black Lexus pull onto his street. The windows were tinted, even the front. As far as Leo knew, that was illegal, but it provided a bit of mystique as the car pulled up - yet one more secret.

The car slowed to a stop and the rear door opened, revealing the interior. While the outside had tinted windows on all sides, the interior apparently let a lot of light in. The sunlight was bright and clear, amplified through a cloud of smoke. Leo was taken a bit aback, surprised by the haze, though as he looked at the occupants, the reason became clear. There was one driver and one passenger in the car, and each had a thick, long cigar.

The driver seemed to be in his late thirties, short blond hair and a long, willowy blond beard hanging down to his collar bone. Polarized aviator glasses sat on his nose and as he inhaled, seemingly through the cigar, the end glowed bright red before a plume of smoke escaped from his nostrils, blasting down along his beard. The smoke curled and licked at the hairs, almost blending into them.

In the back seat, the passenger held his cigar, drawing on it a bit before letting out more smoke. He seemed to be in his mid forties, his black hair starting to show streaks of silver. He, took, had a thick and robust beard with highlights of silver in it. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but not his smile. He turned his head, looking Leo over.

"Welcome to the team." He said in greeting. Leo was still struggling to think, but he had pinned his life on this job. He took one last breath of fresh air before he slid into the car and sat down, jumping as the car door shut itself. After a moment the car pulled out and began heading off. It moved so smoothly, so easily. The suspension was amazing.

"I'm Leo, by the way, Leo Conner." He introduced himself.

"I am Brad," The black haired man said, "And that is Jason." He indicated the driver, though he said nothing else.

"So, uh, about this job?" Leo asked, realizing only then that he hadn't coughed. He looked around, realizing the windows were all up and the vents weren't blowing. He was inundated by the smoke, and yet it wasn't irritating him. If anything, it seemed almost nice, almost like a dry sauna...

"We think this job could be perfect for you, or rather, you could be perfect for this job." Brad commented. Leo shifted a bit in his seat.

"But just what is this job?" Leo asked. Brad grinned and took another drag from his cigar before exhaling. The smoke swirled and danced around Leo, sinking into his clothing, tickling across his skin, making him feel... comfortable.

"We sell a lifestyle, a way of living. Part of its fashion, part of its lifestyle advice, but we help people live more liberated lives." Brad explained.

"And we get paid for that?" Leo asked. Jason smirked from where he was, taking a long draw on his cigar.

"We get paid handsomely, but only if we live the part. You have to become a man's man, but we can work on that." Brad said, offering Leo his cigar, "Like this."

"I don't smoke..." Leo hesitated.

"Just a few puffs, don't worry. I'm sure you'll look handsome." Brad said. Leo hung on the offer for a moment before he nodded. If the smoke wasn't bothering him yet, maybe he had a chance. It smelled alright, sort of woody with a hint of spice. Leo brought the cigar to his lips and slowly drew in. The end grew bright red and the smoke began to build in his mouth. Leo did as he had been instructed and took a puff, then another, then a third and held it in his mouth.

The flavor explosion was overwhelming. His mind reeled, feeling not quite dizzy but a bit disconnected at the same time. Leo felt flushed, but his skin tingled. He held it for a very long moment until he realized he'd need to breathe sooner or later, and at last he exhaled. The smoke billowed from his lips, curling around him, wrapping and ensnaring his body. With the exhalation, the tingling came to a head as dozens, then hundreds of soft brown hairs began to push out of his upper lip. Leo sat there, looking at his compatriots. Brad was grinning, though it was still a bit strange to have his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses.

"You're a natural, my good sir." Brad said in encouragement. Grinning with an odd bit of what felt like unearned pride, Leo took another puff, a second, a third and held it. This time when he released the smoke, it blasted through his nostrils, coursing over the stubble that pushed out another centimeter, then two, then three. Leo had gained a short mustache in moments, but that was far from all.

The smoke billowing around him had sunk into his clothes, his hair, even his skin. He'd taken on a nice tan and the skin had gotten a bit tougher as well. Leo felt strange and wonderful, and as much as he hated to admit, a bit turned on. The idea of being one of the guys, one of the men, it was just too much. Blood had reached his manhood, helping it to fill out and grow inside his pants, tenting his slacks a bit.

Swallowing with a bit of nervousness, Leo knew that he had to be careful not to push things too far. They had offered him just a few puffs and he had done it. It felt wonderful, but he didn't want to be rude. Leo opened his eyes and moved to return the cigar to Brad before pausing, realizing the man already had another in his lips that he was lighting up. Brad looked up and grinned.

"I guess that one is yours now." He said. Leo gave a dopey grin and nodded.

"Thanks, it really hits the spot." Leo said, although his words sounded different. His voice was deeper, fuller, more manly. Once more the cigar returned to Leo's lips and he began to draw, pulling in the woody, spicy smoke filled with hints of citrus. It was a complex aroma, building on his palate. Each draw Leo took, his shirt felt tighter. His chest filled out fuller, his pecs broadening. His stomach tightened with muscle, but then it softened as well as a thin layer of fat built up over it.

Puff by puff, Leo was getting more comfortable in his new skin. The job seemed less of a worry, his normal insecurities and anxieties were melting away. Leo leaned back, his cheeks burning and tickling as the smoke he exhaled seemed to curl and stick to him unnaturally, almost as if it was building up the stubble growing out of his cheeks. Leo had developed a five o'clock shadow, but little by little it was growing out longer, thicker and darker.

"So what... sort of lifestyle branding do we offer?" Leo asked, swimming in the strange euphoria that was swirling around him. Brad grinned at that.

"Say you're a new associate at a legal firm. You've got the talent, you've made your niche, you're making big bucks, but you need to look the part." Jason said from the front seat, "You need to be taken seriously, and you need to put that money to work. You don't want to be accused of being too young to do your job."

"So how do we help? Fine suits, vintage ties, just the right hairstyle." Brad said.

"Encourage him to grow a beard, develop a taste for fine whisky." Jason replied.

"Experience the pleasure of life; find that special someone to come home to at the end of the day..." Brad replied.

"In no time he's made senior partner, his life is better than it's ever been, and he has us to thank... and pay." Jason replied. Leo nodded, agreeing that it sounded pretty good. If not... perfect. He puffed on his cigar more, feeling so strange and so content. His pants were positively bulging, not just from his hardening erection, but from how much thicker his thighs were. His feet were straining to contain him.

"What's... happening to me?" Leo asked softly. Brad smiled a bit more at that and reached up to remove his sunglasses. As he did, orange irises were revealed, and the well tanned skin he boasted began to shift to a distinct, crimson red. Black horns emerged from the disguise, and his ears pushed into points. Clawed fingers held the cigar to his lips as he puffed away.

"You're getting a taste of your new life, as one of us." Brad said. Jason removed his sunglasses as well, his blond hair turning white and his skin shifting to an obsidian black. Leo panted softly, smoke still spilling from his lips, his beard at least an inch thick along his cheeks. Brad leaned forward, orange eyes gleaming, "Don't you want it, Leo? Don't you want to be your own man, living for pleasure, driving your own fortune? You're so close Leo." Brad whispered. Leo felt his heart flutter and race, his stomach unsettled, his cock throb with need.

So many thoughts raced through his head all at once. He thought about his past, his potential future. He thought about the ramifications of what these beings represented, the cost and reward and everything he had ever wanted... and he brought the cigar to his lips once more. He drew on it with purpose and drive, the end glowing brighter and brighter. Laughter erupted from Brad's lips as he reached over and unzipped Leo's fly.

Clawed hands dipped in, drawing out Leo's manhood. He'd been modestly sized as a human, but the demonic cigar had encouraged some growth already, helping him stretch to eight inches. Leo leaned back in his seat, puffing away as Brad wrapped his hand around Leo's shaft and started to stroke up and down, faster and harder. Brad squeezed the meat and worked it, watching Leo puff away, but he wasn't just changing in the present. The changes were rippling back through his life as well, manipulating the past in form and function.

Leo's shaggy hair began to grow shinier, becoming neater. The hair worked back into a short ponytail at first, tied by a strap of leather before the hair dropped down his back. Leo's memories grew hazy, filling with instances of breaking the rules, rebelling. He had become friends with the cool kids, he'd barely made it through school, he'd experimented with different mind altering substances and with just how flexible his classmates were. The air around Leo's ears shimmered as gold rings formed, hanging from his ears as they took on points.

Every puff brought with it more confidence and practice as Leo's life changed. He'd taken to it at an early age, and with each passing year he had gotten better at it. He smoked his cigar like a pro, bating the excess ashes into an ashtray built into the car door. As he brought the stogie back to his lips and kept going, he was washed over by more memories. He remembered being the first teenager in his high school to get tattoos, and now they appeared across his arms, peeking out from the sleeves of his shirt. They were dark black, a mix of tribal interlocking shapes and designs along with demonic sigils.

Leo's memories shifted more. He thought back to how he had been the first teenager in the school to grow a mustache, then sideburns. He'd worn them with pride, and he'd started growing out his beard as much as he could. His driver's license looked like an eighteen year old at sixteen, and when he'd actually reached eighteen... Leo moaned out loud as his back arched. The brown hair started to push and grow out of his face at an incredible rate. His mustache got thick enough to hide his lips, the hair billowed out of his cheeks, but the most profound change came from his chin and his jaw. The brown locks inched out one after another, dropping down.

Brad hadn't stopped jerking Leo off, but he used his other hand to reach up and pet Leo's growing beard. The mane of masculinity continued to fill out, dropping down to his Adam's apple, then his collar bone, then lower. The blue button up shirt got splotches that spread out, corrupting the fabric before it turned black. The polyester blanched out of it, replaced by fine rare silk. The buttons turned to carved stone instead of plastic. Gold cufflinks appeared in the sleeves.

Leo hissed a little, feeling a burning sensation on his wrist as hot molten metal appeared for a moment before cooling, wrapping around his wrist to lock and seal before it hardened into a gold watch with a black face. Instead of numbers, it showed demonic symbols and had only one hand on it, resting on zero. Leo shuddered, his eyes hazy, the blur shifting to green, hazel, gold and then orange. He blinked, looking over at Brad, noticing his watch. The hand was moving from six hundred and twenty two to six hundred and twenty three. Leo had little doubt it was the number of souls he had corrupted.

Brad grinned, showing off his fangs as he watched Leo. The former human's forehead ached and throbbed as bulges started to form. At first it was an irritation. His skin burned and his forehead ached with excess pressure. The pain grew more and more intense until finally the skin could take no more. A drop of blood leaked out from his left temple as a horn broke through the skin, soon matched on the other side.

Leo groaned and leaned back in his seat, writhing as he felt the changes ripple back in time. He'd had short horn nubs at fifteen when he'd stolen a car, they'd only growl longer and thicker with his various crimes, and when he'd gotten other young men to join him... Leo arched his back, hissing as his horns seemed to ripple, doubling in height, then tripling. They swelled thicker to match is life of debauchery.

Brad licked his lips with a forked tongue as his clawed fingers started to feel a ladder of piercing forming in Leo's shaft, rising up the length. Leo tried to pant in and out, but the cigar in his lips glowed bright with the air passing, the smoke filling his lungs and blasting out across his beard. His cock stretched out to twelve inches, then fifteen, then eighteen. He grunted, the mammoth meat throbbing.

With all of the changes, growth and corruption, Leo barely registered the fact that he needed to change positions until he felt his long, rope like tail phasing into existence, pushing his muscled ass cheeks apart. The tail whopped around, the spade shaped tip forming into place. Leo grunted as he felt his beard tickle the slight round of his swelling belly. His skin wrinkled a little at the corner of his eyes, the tan skin turning irritated, then red, them the color of blood.

The humanity drained away from Leo as his cigar burned away to almost nothing. With great reluctance, Leo pulled the butt of the cigar from his lips, threw his head back and exhaled one last plume of smoke as his demonic cock erupted with thick, sticky, excessive fountains of cum. The seed rained down across Brad's hand, soaking Leo's lap and the seat below, adding to the musky, woody, spicy scent.

Leo finally put the butt of his cigar in the ashtray and leaned back, panting hard, still cumming a little. His tail twitched and flicked as he recovered himself and the memories started to cement into place. Brad raised his hand and licked it clean before he offered Leo a spare pair of sunglasses. The new demon accepted it and slipped them on, feeling as if he was swaddled in a chilly robe.

The human disguise felt cool against his skin, but it was effective. His tall, thick horns were hidden, as were his pointed ears, his red skin and his tail. He could still feel sharp black claws at the tips of his fingers, but they looked normal. Brad reached and flicked down a mirror from the roof of the car and Leo could see himself - more or less. He looked a little older, maybe mid to late thirties. His hair was thick, his beard thicker, he had some lines of maturity.

He felt different in his own body too... His lust was like a constant, dull simmering heat instead of tiny peaks and valleys. He'd matured out of his youth, finding the strength of someone with a bit more age. He turned his head, raising an eyebrow - an eyebrow that was apparently now pierced - at Brad.

"So how do I go about it? Do I help you two?" Leo murmured, his voice deep and rich with the tone of a true male. Brad puffed on his own cigar, or at least what was left of it.

"You could, or you could strike out on your own. There are many ways to corrupt souls. You can inspire, you can beguile, you can tempt." Brad explained. Jason nodded, returning his own sunglasses to his face, his hair shifting back to blond and his skin paling back to a light peach tone.

"And you have many tools at your disposal. Magic, illusion, magnetism... Your shaft can do a lot more than fuck and cum now too." Jason said. Leo looked even more intrigued at that as he looked down at his cock, eyes widening as he realized his human guise had not hidden any of its length.

"Won't someone notice me like this?" Leo asked. Brad grinned.

"Only if you want them to, and there are more than a few humans that would give you their soul for just an hour or two with that python there." Brad grinned. Leo shook his head, thinking of all the possibilities that were out there. The car eventually pulled to a stop and Brad returned his own sunglasses to his head, leaving them all in their guise. Leo peered out of the tinted windows, realizing they had arrived in the parking lot of the town's college admissions office. No doubt there were a lot of souls yearning for a more defined life there... and already Leo could feel a new hunger welling up inside of himself, a fang filled grin crossing his beard rimmed lips.