Well, Sometimes... #1
#1 of Thank God I'm Not Baptist
Hey sorry guys, just one little story for you... sorry, the pandemic had been crazy and im finally getting my surgery so ive been busy. thanks to all of you for supporting me.
Not that ive ever had real support going on but a couple of you guys i think saw what it do and reached out so i love yall. keep staying real, yall!
It was a stormy, wet day when I finally picked the lock to the attic at his grandparents' place. Long a place of secrecy, the expansive attic was now mine to pursue. There was not much of import, interest, or really anything that caught my eye.
I looked through endless boxes, books, and all sorts of strange objects. It was weird, my parents had never said what my grandpa did but all of the items in the late, elderly man's attic were... strange.
Odd figurines, tomes... nothing of it meant anything to me so I glossed over these trinkets for a while until...
My eyes laid upon a solid brass, carefully crafted figure. It was... beautiful, and shone with a light that could not be attributed to the dull glow that shone through the attic windows.
Instantly I coveted it. Within a moment my mind was made up- it was mine.
Quickly, I hid it in my sweater, and even more quickly I rushed downstairs with my prize in hiding till I was able to stuff it into my dresser. Nobody would notice. Nobody even knew it was there... I had covered his tracks so well.
It was in his dreams that Nate next awoke, his head swirling in a tempest until a steady hand caressed it.
'Oh, child, what did you do?,' a voice crooned. 'What could have compelled such a pure soul?,'
It was hard to respond. My mouth would not obey my mind, and neither could the rest of my body.
'Sweet child...,' the voice groaned, 'I will care for you. I will remake you.'
I groaned, a sudden pleasure filling my body as I shot awake, her words lingering in my ears.
What the fuck?
My body was heavy, and I nearly instantly drifted back off to sleep.
I awoke with a start, half baked dreams flooding back to me. That voice... what I felt... could it have been real?
I looked all around my room for any trace of a phantom evening visitor to find none. No hint that anyone was here the previous night.
Except, as i pulled my sheets off of my naked body I was met with a tugging sensation. My sheets were soaked. They were practically glued to my body! And, as I pulled the sticky, laden sheets from my lithe and naked form, I was met with quite a shock.
My cock. It was... not right. It was rough, mottled in pink and black, and shaped unnaturally. Almost flared at the end, it reminded me of the Boy Scout trip I had taken as a kid where we had to tend the stables on a ranch... It was a horse's cock.
I gasped in surprise even as I reached a hand out to touch it. Sure, it was unnatural but it was... mine. It was... masculine, virile, everything I had ever wanted. I began to stroke it and the last thing I remember was the first shot of my splooge travelling up my newly ten-inch cock till I blacked out from the pleasure.
'oh, you cutie...,' the voice crooned again, 'you couldn't even handle half of the pleasure that my cock could give you. Don't worry, though, you will soon enough.'
I roared in pleasure in my sleep as my entire body was flooded with what I could only describe as hellfire. It stank of sulfur, burned like a brimstone, and left every last fiber of my being and person feeling... empty.
I couldn't see anything, but I knew it was her cum... demon cum. It had burned and branded my soul, and... Gods, did I like it.
I woke up in my own bed with a start, bolting upright from the sweat-laden sheets that had confined me.
I was confused. Where was I? The demon?!
Oh, good... it was a dream..., I thought as I didn't see any eldritch horror at the foot of my bed.
'No, Nate... not that simple..."
I heard the voice and launched from my bed.
"DEMON!" I shouted, lunging for my nightstand to find my holy book. As I pulled it out it was knocked from my hands.
I lunged to grab it and in doing so dropped the bed sheets that I had instinctively been hiding myself with.
I had not yet felt it, but I sure did now as a massive foot and a half equine phallus fell forth and hit the table.
"What did you do to me?!" I screamed, as the voice in my head cackled.
'Nothing you won't enjoy...' the voice whispered before I felt ghostly hands on my enormous prick and I instantly sent volley after volley of gallons and gallons of cum straight into the wall in front of me. I passed out.
My dreams were muddled. I saw myself, but... Not myself. It was me, but... some unworldly bulge... nipples straining my t-shirt... and an uncomfortable wet spot between my legs. What the fuck was happening?
I woke up with a thousand questions, the first of which were answered when I tried to hobble out of bed. My enormous equine cock slapped my legs with such a force that I came about a half gallon onto the floor right there.
It wasn't white, but... a sickly yellow. I painted the floor with it. There was no stopping it, my bedroom was instantly a pool of yellowish demon cum and holy fuck did it feel great.
I moaned as the demon's voice reached out to me again-- 'Oh, won't you.... oh... mmh--'
Her voice disapparated as I absorbed her into her own corruption. God, did it feel good, but she had merged some of her body with mine.
I woke up with as much of a start as before. My pendulous balls instantly alerted me to my situation. I looked at myself in the mirror and I cried-- who could love me?
'I love you,,' a sultry voice whispered, 'I would love you... no matter what.'
I gasped, my newly snakelike mouth going wide before meeting this spectral succubus... she wasn't there.
'But i'm here,' I heard a voice as sultry as her own and my cock surged in ;length, easily reaching fourteen inches before I felt my nipples begin to soften and... grow.
I had already spewed so many of my fluids around the room that it didn't surprise me when I was asked to pitch in on the cleanup. The drain only takes two gallons a minute, and... I'm not rated for that.