Belial: A Dark Dream Come True
A Dark Dream Come True
by Von Krieger
Kori sat on a rock, sketchpad in his hands. A dozen yards away a number of crows feasted on the carcass of a deer, brought down by one of the area's larger predators. Rumors had been going around that it wasn't a normal creature, but rather a twisted monstrosity, an abomination created for the sheer amusement of a Demon.
There had been a number of transformative attacks in the past few weeks, directed work of one of the foul creatures that could manipulate flesh and bone with the practiced ease that Kori brought his pencil across the paper, bringing the idea of a creature to visual life.
The artist liked watching the birds, crows especially. There was something about the black birds that fascinated him. The movements their heads made while pecking had inspired his most recent creation.
Kori was one of the more popular artists for Diablos magazine, a publication filled with images and stories of demons and the changes they brought about to men, women, and beasts alike. It was the former that contributed to the popularity of both Kori and the magazine, as the most popular transformative erotic magazine, Playing Demon, only dealt with alterations to the female form, or featured primarily female models.
He stopped to admire his drawing, a strange, phallic creature based upon a bird. It was bird shaped, and featured wings and feathers, and even a bird like head. But that was where the similarities ended. Instead of a beak, the head pushed out into a human shaped cock. A second replaced the legs, and a large pussy behind the second cock, along the underside of the body.
Due to the lack of feet, it would be difficult, and probably painful, to land. The bird-creature was meant to find an appropriate orifice, be it mouth, cunt, or ass, to impale on of its cocks in for a perch. Either that or slip its cunt over an appropriately shaped object, though it would be a little bit painful if the object wasn't very smooth. Most natural things tended not to be.
But the fun part was that the birds would transform a human 'perch' into another one of themselves. The perched hole would merge with the bird's cock for a time, giving the human wonderful pleasure, the bird's precum and seed working through their body. The human's arms would become wings. The legs would merge into a giant cock, the tongue would swell and push outward, merging with the lips to form another cock. Their body would begin to sprout feathers, and they would cum over and over again, expelling excess body mass in the form of semen until their size matched the crow-like phallus-bird that they had become.
"An interesting beast." said a deep voice from behind Kori, "You are Kori Avorak, artist for Diablos magazine, are you not?"
Kori nodded, not looking up from his sketchpad. He didn't like being interrupted. "I am." was his curt reply.
"Wonderful. I have to admit, I'm quite a fan of yours. I rather enjoy the somewhat cruel streak that most of your drawings have. The removal or transmogrification of limbs, the alteration of the mouth into something ill adapted for speaking." the visitor continued.
The artist just continued to nod, "Sorry if I seem a little rude, it's just that I like to get my work done to completion and I don't want to break my concentration. I hope you understand."
"Mmmhmm." said the deep voice, "I'm something of an artist myself, different medium of course, but I also dislike being interrupted in the middle of my creation of creatures as it were. Perhaps I'll drop by the next time I'm in the area, and you aren't quite so busy. My apologies for disturbing you in your work."
The fan placed a hand on Kori's shoulder for a moment before turning to leave, chuckling to himself. Kori hadn't even looked up once, not bothering at all to notice who was behind him. Though he would soon realize who his visitor had been.
The artist sat on the rock, continuing his sketching for a few more minutes, adding the finishing touches before putting his pencil down and looking upon the completed product with a smile. He set the sketchpad aside, reaching down and cupping the bulge in his pants. Drawing such erotic subject matter always got him horny.
He gasped softly as that touch seemed to arouse something further inside of him, something that had seemed to be waiting. Kori suddenly felt hornier than he had ever felt before in his entire life. His cock felt like it was straining inside the confines of his pants. Try as he might, he couldn't do anything to free his aching manhood from it's fabric prison. The slightest pressure against his cock sent waves of near orgasmic pleasure through his body.
Kori moaned loudly as a dark spot appeared on the front of his pants, a thick jet of pre-cum. His pants were beginning to feel tighter, unpleasantly confining, and not just around his captive cock.
The artist looked downward to find that his legs seemed to be expanding, growing thicker, more muscular. With a wet ripping sound, his cock tore through the fabric, the open air feeling delightful on its foot long length, a good deal larger than it had been before.
Kori took the opportunity to remove his pants and underwear, kicking off his shoes as well, eager to watch his body transform. His eyes were transfixed on his legs watching them thicken. He could feel the bones reshaping, growing narrower.
He began to stroke his growing cock, enjoying the opportunity. He had always found transformation incredibly arousing, and even when it was his own body, the very thought of change filled him with lust.
A wonderful pulling sensation appeared between his legs, prompting some exploration there. Kori's other hand slipped between his legs, fingertips brushing against, and then into, a soft, sweet, pleasurable wetness. He was now a hermaphrodite.
A moan escaped his lips as her felt a ballooning sensation in his chest, his t-shirt stretching outward with the presence of expanding flesh underneath it. Several loud pops drew Kori's attention from his chest, back to his legs.
They had changed shape, his feet grew, shifted, the skin grew darker, lost color, became a deep black. His toes moved around, the smallest one vanishing entirely, three remaining in front, one moving to the back, all developing pointed claws. The arrangement was that of a bird of some sort.
His knees popped, the calf shortening, ankle lengthening. He was becoming some sort of bird creature! If his arms changed as well, he would have difficulty removing his shirt. With a chuckle Kori pulled it off and tossed it aside, admiring his transforming body.
Kori's cock was massive, its growth only now beginning to cease. The titanic organ was just about hitting him in the chin. Kori felt his tongue extend from his mouth, almost instinctively, curling around his cock. His tongue had suddenly become a great deal longer, and tube-like.
The transforming human smiled as he saw the tip change, transforming into a cock as well. He'd always enjoyed that sort of change. It was the sort self-loathing transformees would be ashamed of, the inflexibility of the cock-tongue when aroused would lead to altered speech patterns, making their arousal obvious.
Another instinctive action made Kori open his mouth wide. His teeth felt funny all of a sudden. He couldn't see them, but he could feel them, changing, merging. Becoming a beak. Kori moaned with delight as the bones of his face reformed themselves, altering into a perfect avian shape.
Kori shivered, a strange tingling covering every inch of his skin, which began to darken, turning black, equally dark feathers erupting from within, covering most of Kori's body, save for his tough skinned feet and beak.
He took his maleness into his new beak, delighting in the new and exotic sensations. Kori closed his eyes, feeling the sensations of change move into his arms, the feathers growing thicker, longer, his fingers stretching outward. Kori wouldn't miss them at all.
The bird-herm felt something powerful building inside of his body, something that begged to be released. Kori reluctantly released his cock, curling the dexterous toes of one foot around it instead. Ooooh, that felt so good. So... right. Like this was a shape he was always meant to have.
Kori flapped his now complete wings experimentally, feeling the air rush through his feathers. The feelings of change were gone now, leaving his altered body complete. It looked so wonderful, and felt even better. It was the form of his dreams, and now it belonged to him.
The crow-creature threw his head back and cawed loudly as he climaxed, his three foot long cock erupting with a strange liquid, colored a strange glowing purple. The jets gushed from him with sufficient strength to cover the distance between himself and the feasting crows, splattering on them and startling the birds.
Kori laughed as he saw them change, change into the very same creature that they had inspired in his mind that he had finished over a few minutes before. The bird felt the power that resided in his body, the power of a Demon, able to transform nearly any living creature with just a mere thought.
As the new avatar took to the air for the first time, his mind settled on his first victim. his loathsome wife, Lora. A terrible cawing laugh echoed through the forest as Kora'ak, a new name to go with his new body, and new role in life, thought about the new works of art he would create of flesh and bone, no longer confined to a pencil and paper.
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Kora'ak watched, and he waited. Anyone could simply burst in and inflict a terrible transformation, but it took a keen intellect, cunning wit, and a great deal of patience in order to provide the perfect experience. This would be his first act as an Avatar of Karma, as a warper of flesh, a perverter of the physical form of any who walked his path.
Cliche as it was, he wanted his first time to be just perfect. He wanted to look back on this day, of the humiliation and transformation of his wife, and savor every moment of it. The look on her face, her shrieks and screams, her begging and pleading dissolving into muffled grunts as her mouth vanished and was replaced by nothing more than a thick phallus.
He went over a few ideas for things to say, his avian throat able to create quite a wide variety of voices and vocal effects. Though sounding truly sinister and menacing was a bit difficult with a lisp. The thickness of his cock-like tongue made speaking clearly a bit of a chore. It would would be a far more fearful and dramatic experience if he could make himself truly sound as a vile demon, with a voice that made the hearts of his victim shake in their chests with fear. The avian avatar felt a gentle tingling in his mouth, his phallic tongue flattening, losing the sexual shape and sensation. How very interesting.
Kora'ak held up his taloned foot, concentrating on one of his talons. Much to his delight he watched the clawed digit soften into the desired shape, and flow back again. He experimented with his coloration, going from pure black, to pale yellow-white, to a rather bright and noisy parrot-like coloration, before returning to black.
The avatar chuckled softly to himself. He could alter his own form to his heart's content. Demons were never all that forthcoming with the extent of their abilities. Not too surprising, considering since many would likely disguise themselves as humans in order to get close to their victims without causing suspicion.
But for this it would be much more fun to transform Lora in his present form. After all, she found his fascination with crows rather repulsive. It would be all the more enjoyable to see her disgust and revulsion as she found her body violated by a giant one. He would play with his pray first before initiating the full change. After all, it was more fun that way.
He flew down to the deck that looked out onto the backyard of the residence he shared with his wife, though it was soon to be abandoned. After all, she would be fluttering about, looking for a waiting mouth to sink her aching cock into. And Kora'ak himself would be traveling, seeing the world, and transforming the people in it.
The kitchen light flipped on, the sounds of feathered wings filling the air as several crows landed on the deck, waiting for the traditional post-dinner meal that Kora'ak would have left. Lora, however, had a similar post-dinner ritual that she engaged in when Kori was absent.
The deck door slid open and Lora stepped out onto the deck, waving a broom at the black birds. "Filthy creatures! Shoo! Shoo!" she called, swinging the broom at the crows, which scattered into the air.
His black body hidden by the darkness, Kora'ak smiled and pounced. A flap of his wings propelling him forward, landing on his feet in front of Lora. The human's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Kora'ak gripped the broom with one of his feet and tossed it away.
"That was rather rude of you, Lora. You know I don't stand for cruelty to wildlife." the avatar rumbled in a suitably fearsome, deep voice.
"K-k-kori?" his victim squeaked.
The avian nodded, "Cruelty to humans, on the other hand, has long since put food on the table in the form of my writings and drawings. But despite enjoying the fruits of my labor, not having to lift a finger to feed and clothe yourself, what have you done? Nothing but whine and complain."
"But I... I... you..." the human sputtered.
Kora'ak made a motion with his wing, and Lora shrieked as her tongue erupted from her mouth, long, thin, tubular, a cocktip on the end.
"I always thought to myself that the only way to really shut you up was to put a dick in your mouth, Lora. Now you have one to keep your mouth full for the rest of your existence." Kora'ak said with a cruel chuckle.
Lora pulled her tongue back, slowly backing away from her husband. "Your athn avathar!" she said thickly around her cock-tongue.
"Indeed I am! Granted a gift from Karma himself, who expressed his appreciation of my art. Just think, this after you had said for so longer that I would never truly draw a patron to reward me for my art drawing, what is it you always called my work? Smut fit only for degenerates and diseased minds? Regardless, I do believe that we ought to celebrate the occasion."
The avian's tongue trailed across his beak, his gaze dipping for a moment to his rather prominent manhood, which had begun to erect the moment he pounced, his member arousing to its full length in moments.
"Ith thoo big!" Lora slurred, falling over a chair in the dining room.
"Oh I don't know about that. I think I might be able to make it fit. Or make you able to take it."
The human moaned as a sudden wetness soaked the crotch and rump of her trousers. She looked up at the avatar in horror, not quite comprehending the change.
"And as a bonus I get to witness the effects of demon cum on a victim first hand." Kora'ak said with a laugh.
Suddenly realizing the peril she was in, Lora screamed and spun. Her attempt to escape failed, as she ran right into the living room recliner, the chair's arm catching her in the belly and knocking the wind out of her. The movement had also stirred a feeling of arousal in her. Her entire pelvic area seemed to ache, from her clit all the way to her tailbone. All of it seemed to ache and throb with arousal.
Kora'ak hooked a talon into the wasteband of her pants, cutting them straight down the middle, the tip of his claw tracing over the crack of Lora's rump. The strange, but pleasurable sensation made her shiver. She moaned softly as she felt a wetness oozing out of her, her feminine juices oozing down between her thighs, dripping down her legs.
"Seeing as how you loath the creatures I adore so much, dear Lora, I thought that I might change your opinion on them by granting you several interesting avian features, or analogs to them." the demon whispered in Lora's ear, his cock pressing up against her altered backside. Lora couldn't draw the strength to do anything but whimper as Kora'ak continued to speak, his cockhead teasing her altered body, sending shivers of pleasure though her traitorous flesh.
"You see, birds don't have the complex structures that humans have, all exit functions take place through a single opening, the cloaca. So from front to back all you have is a thick, gaping cunt. A drooling pussy always eager to be filled, granting you great pleasure when it is occupied so. Like this..." the demon cooed, ramming his cock to the hilt in Lora's new orifice.
A tortured moan escaped the human's lip as her body virtually exploded with pleasure. "Thop. Pleaeth thop." she slurred softly.
"I don't think so, Lora. You've been an unpleasant weight around my neck, a controlling, conniving shrew, interested only in your own social advancement, rather than concentrating on having a happy life and pleasing your husband. I neither need, nor want you any more, Lora. All my built up frustration and anger at you shall be exorcised this eve as I transform you into a more fitting form. Little more than a sexual parasite that capitalizes on other beings solely for it's own comfort. Your last act as a true human will be to provide me with the pleasure, amusement, and joy that you failed to give me as my wife. I want one thought to echo in the lust fogged mind that I will gift you with, the fact that in the end you've become one of the creatures that you so despised, as well as one of my works of art, made flesh. A living sculpture of the type that you criticized and loathed throughout our entire relationship."
Lora whimpered and tried to push herself up with her arms, to try and flee the monster that her husband had become. Tears began to pour from her eyes and she pushed herself up and tried to pull herself free.
"Uh uh uh, I don't think so." Kora'ak said with a chuckle.
With the horrible sound Lora's arms collapsed out from under her, their shape and musculature no longer suited to holding her weight. She looked in puzzlement at the long, spindly shapes, crying out in revulsion as shiny black feathers sprouted from them.
Kora'ak leaned back, lifting the smaller human off the ground using only his cock and her gaping cunt. The human yelped as a powerful climax rocked her body, thick juices gushing from her massive pussy.
The avian avatar flopped back onto the couch, his feet gripping Lora's hips, keeping her spread wide for him. His victim flapped her new wings, tear pouring down her face, trying desperately to get away.
His head lowered and his beak slipped into the neckline of her shirt, seizing both it and her bra, tear both away in one swift motion. Kora'ak wrapped his wings around Lora, wanting the human to feel the revulsion and arousal of his feathers on her bare skin as he caressed her breasts.
"Pleath..." Lora whimpered, "Pleath Kori, thanth me back, donth do thith..."
The avian's tongue traced over her cheek, "Hush, dear, I think you've said far more than enough in our marriage."
The touch of his tongue made the human drool with lust, thick saliva dripping down her chin. She couldn't swallow. Her eyes went wide and she began to scream as she felt her tongue swelling. But the sound soon became little more than a muffled 'mmmph' as the structure filled her mouth and throat.
Lora felt her teeth and lower jaw melt away, nearly her entire face transforming into a thick, blunt cock. The shape of her head changed, ears vanishing, eyes growing larger and moving to the side. Her nose became little more than a pair of nostrils atop the massive prick that was now her face.
"There, there. It's not so bad. For me and the rest of the world at least. No more whining, nagging, bitching, or backhanded compliments from you ever again." Kora'ak cooed to his plaything, gripping her new cock in his beak, nibbling on it gently, running his tongue over the length. He delighted in the shiver that went through her body, the muffled sound that would have been a scream of pleasure as a jet of hot, sticky goo erupted from what was once her mouth onto her chest and legs.
Lora's mind began to sink further and further into a state of desire, pleasure, and lust. She didn't really mind as she felt feathers begin to spread from her shoulders, covering her head, replacing her hair, covering her still human torso and breasts. An avian tail pushed out from her backside, the last feathers appearing on her hips, her legs left bare for some reason.
She watched as her skin darkened, the original mocha coloration lost in a sea of crow-like blackness. Just when she thought it was over, the changes to her body ended, nothing more able to be done to her, Lora felt a warm pleasure in her legs.
Kora'ak's dexterous feet had began to stroke her hips, making a motion uncomfortable similar to that of jerking off.
"You see," Kora'ak explained, "A bird's feet are very important/ There are many shapes, each suited to the bird's style of feeding and perching. Such is true in your case as well, a rather special sort of feeding and perching."
Lora's feet receded, melding into her legs, which bent back. Her calves clung to her hips, thighs, and rump, the flesh becoming one. Her knees pressed together, flowing into one another. In a few moments her legs were a single mass of flesh, a mass that began to stretch and elongate, flowing and forming into a familiar shape. A thick, black cock.
The new phallusbird clenched her eyes shut, tears pouring from them as she became nothing more than a cock from the waist down. Her misery began to fade as Kora'ak's stroking of her leg-cock increased in pace. Her mind couldn't cope with the sensations, nearly her entire body given over to sexual pleasure.
The avatar's magic seeped into her mind, leaving it permanently fogged in a state of arousal, left with instincts that would provide for proper behavior and hunting. Lora would be a predatory creature, seeking out an orifice of a living creature to fill, driving her legs into it. Then and only then would she truly be able to rest. The only other option was to impale herself on something, let her cunt muscles work, delivering her climax after climax while her wings rested.
Or she would, once she was the proper size. Kora'ak thrust into her, licked her, jerked her off. His pet's body responded to him solely from reflex and instinct. Lora couldn't resist his touches. Her altered mind felt incredible pleasure from her perverted body, and even though a tiny shred of her rational mind remained, it likely felt only shame at enjoying the new sensations, unable to keep herself from delighting in them.
Kora'ak was truly enjoying himself. It wasn't so much the motions of Lora's wet, warm cunt over his manhood as it was the act of power and control over the mind and body of another. Lora had become the ultimate expression of his artistic mind, the fruit of his dark dreams and desires given proper form in the correct medium at last.
The avatar felt his victim's sex tighten around him, her body tensing for the final aspect of her transformation. Kora'ak released her with his beak, throwing his head back and cawing like the crow he so much resembled, the total violation ad domination of his wife complete.
His demonic seed flowed into her, carrying with it the final magic for her transformation. Muscles in Lora's belly and throat tightened for a moment, and then loosened entirely, other tightening.
Massive jets of slightly iridescent cum poured from both of her cocks, her beak spewing the stuff out onto her body, the much larger one that her legs had become sent the stuff arcing through the air, splattering loudly on the floor.
With each stream of seed, Lora's body shrank. More and more of her body transformed into goo, bones becoming light and hollow, muscles altering, breasts vanishing forever. Her body took on the complete shape of a bird, and as more and more of the goo was expelled from her, she took on the size of one as well.
Kora'ak laughed, rolling off the couch, the new phallusbird impaled on his shaft. He walked though the dining room, out the open door onto the deck. He leaned down and picked up the eagle size d Lora with his beak. The phallusbird would be no doubt tired and disoriented from her change. It would be best to allow her to rest before she took flight in search of a victim and a perch.
With a chuckle Kora'ak lowered the creature that was once his wife onto one of the decorative knobs that studded the deck, a soft, muffled moan the only reaction the creature made as its cunt was filled with the smooth wooden knob. It closed its eyes and tried its best to sleep while its sex instinctively tried to pleasure the inanimate object inside of it.
With a final laugh Kora'ak took to the air, delighted in the feel of air over his feathers. He headed west towards the city, searching for his next victim. Not once did he look back, his old life cast aside forever.