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The Devil's Due Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Panzermaus

Loud thumping music filled the club, but the lights set up around the dance floor were tied into the acoustics to bring it to a whole other level. Every time the base got popping, the lights came striking down like pillars from heaven. Men surged and moved to the time in the music, their muscles forms glistening with sweat and traces of phosphorescent paint. They even had black lights at the bar, causing the tonic water to glow a bright blue as it was mixed into various drinks.

It was the perfect time of the year to really start clubbing. The summer was starting to get on a roll so the night life was just popping, and it was everything that Baxter enjoyed after a hard day of work. He eyed the dancers and the boys at the bar with a bit of experience, and a lot of cock, under his belt. He was nearing thirty, but thankfully his rugged good looks were holding out. He had a close cropped beard that blended into his feathered brown hair neatly, and he'd retained a thick gold earring from his party days.

Baxter moved through the club, feeling the music and the bodies grinding against one another. It was delightful. There was so much eye candy he could eat right up. They were all delicious to him, and so many of them fit. He loved the muscled ones the most, the way their pecs stuck out there so meaty and true and their abs were hard enough to wash clothes on.

"'Scuse me." Baxter said, squeezing past two twinks that were making out against one of the club's support columns. As Baxter made his rounds, he froze in place, spotting one particular male that stood out from all the rest. While the club had a few kitty boys and a nice doberman bouncer, most of the guests were human... but in the corner stood a tall, immensely broad shouldered bat. He had to be almost seven hundred pounds, and it was all muscle. His wings were gigantic, but it was unlikely they could even lift him off the ground at the size he was now.

The bat wore a mesh tank top that barely hid his diamond hard nipples and his pants showed a rather massive bulge in the front, but the rest of his body was exposed. His feet were clawed, his hands as well, and his hook nose rose up before his face, pierced right near the tip. Blood red eyes peered out, but the rest of the eyes weren't white - they were an ominous black. Sure enough, as the lights of the club shifted, Baxter saw demonic horns curving out of his skull, disappearing back behind his bat ears. There was even a red mohawk sticking up from between the horns and ears to match his eyes.

Baxter stared for a long moment in awe of his form, but he knew that the bat probably wanted someone a little more special than him. He'd have to try to take home some nieve dope to bang for the weekend. Baxter turned to return to the bar, but as he turned the bat was standing in front of him. He glanced over his shoulder, confirming that the bat had in fact moved.

"Bax? Is that you?" The bat asked. Baxter stopped where he was, his head tilting. There was something about the voice that was imminently familiar. The bat crossed his muscled arms for a moment before his ears twitched, "Oh right, I look, um, different. It's Coen, Coen Davis from High School." The bat said. Baxter's bearded jaw dropped.

"C-Coen? No, shit dude... That can't seriously be you." Baxter said, moving over to him, eyeing him over. Not only was he a demonic bat, but he was over seven feet tall. As Baxter approached, though, he smelled the vaguely spicy, milky scent of the bat. It was intoxicating.

"Well, yeah, after graduation I changed a bit... Probably for the better. But what in the hell are you doing in a place like this?" Coen asked. Baxter kept staring at the bat in shock, really amazed at how much had changed. He thought back to the kid on the wrestling team with a shock of red hair in a hipster cut and his singlet barely hanging on to his body.

"I, well, I came out in college... never looked back really." Baxter admitted. The bat licked his lips with a pierced tongue.

"Damn shame you didn't do it sooner, I would have been all over that. You, hands down, have the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life." Coen said. Baxter grinned a bit.

"Well, it hasn't gotten many complaints, but... seriously, dude, how did you get so big?" Bax asked, putting a hand on one of Coen's meaty pecs. The bat tried hard not to just grab on to the human right there and take him.

"Well, I ran into this demon once... Offered me an exchange of sorts. I guess you could say I took it and never looked back either." Coen replied.

"Dude, did you give up your soul?" Baxter whispered. Coen burst out laughing, showing off the fangs in his muzzle.

"Fuck no, dude, I still got whatever piece of that I started with... but I got a whole lot. I can lift a fuckin' car, dude." Coen grinned, "But I'd move time and space if I could roll it all back and have a date with you in high school."

"Well, not sure we can roll back time that far... but what about tonight, stud?" Baxter asked, reaching up to scratch Coen's chin, feeling how soft his fur was and how it got thicker right at the tip of his chin. Coen's wings fluttered and he leaned into the hand before his tongue slid out of the side of his muzzle.

"Tonight, the next night, and however many you want..." Coen panted hard. Baxter leaned in and stretched onto his tip toes, kissing the bat. The bat's muzzle opened wide as he turned his head and stretched it around the bearded human's face, their tongues wrestling and fighting. Baxter had to admit that Coen's tongue was long enough to be a cock, something that turned him on a great deal.

One of Bax's hands started pawing at Coen's shirt, squeezing his plump, gigantic nipple until the fabric over it felt a bit moist. The milky, musky scent only got stronger as a result. Baxter broke the kiss and looked down at the wet spot in the shirt with surprise. The bat squeaked a bit with excitement.

"I've got all kinds of tricks to make sex fun... But if we go all the way, you might be sporting a new look." Coen whispered. Baxter moaned, leaning in to nuzzle Coen's neck, smelling the fur before giving him a light bite.

"I think it might be a lot of fun... No going back, living dangerous, looking badass? It's like a tattoo." Baxter murmured.

"Pretty hard to cover up this body mod, but if you want to live dangerous, I know the way." Coen whispered before he kissed Baxter again, his wings spreading wide.

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The door to the alleyway burst open as the two spilled out, barely able to fit through the door. Coen slammed Bax into the wall, but Bax clawed at the mesh shirt until the fabric frayed and snapped. With a few careful ministrations, Baxter began to stroke and tease and pinch and tug the bat's nipple, causing it to puff up and eventually start secreting a rich hearty milk. The hot liquid splattered onto Baxter's polo and ran down, soaking into the crotch of his pants and dribbling down the leg.

Coen moaned, moving to nuzzle the human's neck, grazing his fangs across the exposed flesh there. Baxter, though, broke the kiss and leaned down, latching onto Coen's lesser teased nipple with his mouth. He sucked and drew on the nipple until it squirted into his mouth and he got a few good gulps before letting it build up and spill out over his lips and into his beard.

"F-f-fuck, dude..." Coen panted, "You're one kinky bastard!" he roared. Baxter took a deep gulp and then grinned.

"Damn right, now... How do I give the devil his due so I can party like you?" Baxter asked. Coen moaned at that, his muscled abdomen quivering.

"Might be easier to show you, but you're sure you are up for this? This is the last chance..." Coen panted. Baxter grinned and leaned onto his tip toes again, moving to nuzzle one of the bat's tall, fuzzy ears.

"I'm going to get as buff as you and fuck you senseless..." Baxter growled. Coen gave his partner a hungry grin before he ran a clawed finger down his own pants, unleashing a rather whopping amount of foreskin and sack. His pants fell to the ground, destroyed. Baxter drank in Coen's muscled form, thinking to the lanky teenager he'd once been. He would have paid to see that particular transformation.

Coen moved forward and gabbed Baxter's shirt, cutting the collar and down the back before yanking it off of him. Baxter shivered with excitement and a bit at the cold, but he didn't resist. As the bat began cutting through his belt and then his pants, Bax waited with eager anticipation. As his clothing gave out and was cast aside, his rather ample ten inch half hard cock sprung into view. It was cut, plump and oh so wide. The way the cock head had fattened up there was a faint texture, as if hinting that there was still more room to go.

"See dude, totally said you were the biggest dude I knew. I would have ridden that pole so hard at School." Coen bit his lip.

"Well, let's see how long we can play around with it now." Baxter replied. Coen gave a smirk at that and wrapped his clawed paw around the meat, stroking it up and down before adding the second. Baxter just watched, gazing at those muscled, furry arms working his meat. Coen was so big, and Baxter was kind of excited at how big he might get... not to mention the bat gave a hell of a hand job.

Hot, steamy breaths came out of Coen's bat nose, but still he jerked his former classmate off, watching the cock stiffen and reach full mast. It had been a long time since he held a cock like that in his hands, but he wanted to take a moment to appreciate it. Coen's paw circled the underside of the head, felt the veins, felt the length and the width. He performed a full tour on the cock with appreciation.

Baxter appreciated the hand movements, though it wasn't exactly what he had been picturing... but then Coen did something rather unthinkable. He hoisted up his foreskin. There was tones of it hanging off the long sheath, enough to hide whatever monster was inside... and then he brought it up to Baxter's cock. Baxter looked up a bit in surprise.

"Dude?" Baxter asked. Coen grinned..

"Can you imagine how nasty it is in there? Hot? Moist? Musky? Demon bat juices, just stewing In there..." Coen whispered. And then the impossible happened; the foreskin wriggled and rippled like a worm before it advanced onto Baxter's huge cock. It squirmed over the cock head and then began inching down his shaft. It moved like it was alive, sentient.

Baxter gasped, feeling the hot interior all over his cock. Sure enough it was hot and wet, almost creamy... And as the foreskin moved, it pushed that cream up into his cock and over its surface. The heat soaked in, and his cock was massaged. The tingling and throbbing continued as the foreskin crept all the way down the meaty pole to the very base. As the bat's meat nestled into Baxter's bush, it began to pump ever so slowly, drawing and tugging the flesh toward Coen's groin. The reverse movements were very pleasurable to Baxter, as if he was pulling out of a guy's mouth over and over. He wobbled a bit in surprise but said nothing.

Coen reached out with his clawed paw and grabbed Baxter's head, pulling him in toward his chest. Baxter nuzzled against the furry pec before latching onto the nipple before him. This time it was different as he suckled and drew, drinking down the cream. It began to squirt again down his throat. Ever so slowly, the bat began to thrust his hips forward and back, letting Baxter's cock slide around inside the wet sloppy flesh. The two humped and bumped, though Bax paid no mind to the fact that he hadn't bumped into another cock inside the tube of meat, only that he was getting a very good ride.

The bat slowly grinned, looking at the human sucking his tit and fucking his tube. He remembered Baxter very well. He'd always wanted to indoctrinate him into his world of gayness, and it seemed that had worked, but now there was so much more to welcome him into... and Coen could feel it starting to work already. It was a surreal experience to feel another cock in his foreskin, but even more he could feel the power he was drawing from it, feeding on his friend.

Baxter moaned and murmured, pushing into the furry pec more, sucking hard as the milk gushed down his throat. He couldn't stop, he didn't want to. It tasted so good, so musky, so fabulous. He guzzled at the milk, his cock throbbing so hard it was practically numb... numb to the fact that centimeter by centimeter, it was starting to shrink. The devil's due came in the form of one's cock, trading one form of masculinity for all the others. It was a price Coen had been forced to pay, leaving him with quite a little prick, but life had still moved on. Now he was taking that price from his friend, and eager to watch him change...

Coen nearly grinned wide when Baxter's nose flattened up against the peck, tilting upwards until the nostrils faced forward and the tip stretched taller. It was like he'd broken it at first, but soon it started to hone in and narrow to the more traditional hook shape. Baxter's ears were stretching into points as well, rising up inch by inch. The base anchored in better as the ears tilted forward, but the tops showed no sign of stopping.

"Oh, easy there buddy." Coen hissed as he felt Bax's sharpening fangs on his fat nipple, but the milk only poured faster so every so often Baxter dared to bite. The first half an inch had given Baxter a few changes, but as the worm like demonic sheath sucked another inch of meat off his cock, the real changes started to swarm over Baxter.

The clubber's fit and firm ass started to expand. It was slow at first, but then like water balloons with good pressure they grew rounder and rounder, fattening outward in every direction. Even Baxter's hips widened to accommodate, curving a little. Baxter kept going, though it seemed Coen was running out of nipple juice. In desperation Baxter switched over, nursing hard from his lover's other tit.

Coen brought a clawed hand up, massaging Baxter's ab as his six pack hardened and pushed out, becoming more defined before there were two new lumps, turning into an eight pack - then a ten pack. His stomach was sore, but the muscles expanded wider and thicker. There soon wasn't enough torso for it all, but his spine seemed to adjust as his spinal cord elongated and new vertebrae filled into the gaps between the rest.

Baxter panted hard, feeling himself grow. His spine stretched taller, his ribs pushed apart, and his legs throbbed with the fury of a growing pain. The bone began to stretch out, but Bax couldn't just get taller. The muscles in his legs began to inflate as if they had been exposed to steroids, surging outward into tree trunk like pillars. Bax moaned and broke his contact, looking down.

"Holy shit, it's working..." Baxter said, though as the words left his mouth they felt different. He ran his tongue along his teeth, feeling how sharp they were, especially his canines - like they had grown a lot longer. He licked his teeth again and again to make sure they were growing before he kissed the bat, having to tilt his head to make it fit. Coen's long bat tongue slathered all over Baxter's face, feeling how soft his beard was getting and feeling all the new hairs growing out higher on his cheeks, then around his eyes, then across his brow bone. What had started as facial hair was becoming fur, and it was sprouting in more places than just his head.

Baxter's towering legs began to darken as the natural hair on his legs became far more prolific. Thousands of brand new follicles were pushing out of former pores, dominating his legs with the covering. The fur swept down toward his feet as his toes cracked, throbbed and stretched. The toenails he had were thickening, sinking into the flesh, and emerging from the tip as claws.

Still Baxter kissed Coen, feeling the bat's pierced tongue play inside his mouth. Baxter wondered what it would have been like to be gay in high school, to have a gay wrestler boyfriend - would they have turned into bats together? Was that how complete their lust was?

The demonic sheath drew again on Baxter's cock, shrinking the shaft down to seven inches. His cock was more normal in length, having given up greatness. That gift pushed him one step further. Tiny droplets of blood ran down the side of Baxter's temples as the skin was pierced by dark grey nubs. The horns pushed out, curving up and back along his head, honing into sharper and sharper points. As the horns came in, so too did Baxter's claws.

The human's hands flexed, feeling the burning as his flesh sealed back over the deepening claws. The claws themselves were sharp, but managed not to cut into Coen's leathery flesh.

"Fuck, oh god, yes...." Baxter panted.

"My sexy demon dude..." Coen replied, moving to lick, nibble, and then gnaw on one of the horns. Baxter moaned hard, thrusting deeper into the sheath holding his cock as he released a bit of pre.

As if feeding on the energy, the sheath absorbed more from Baxter, taking his cock down to six inches, then five, then four. Fully hard, only four inches... and half as wide as he had been. His cock was bordering on small now, but that emasculation turned into masculation in every other way. The gluttonous feeding became mind bending growth in other areas.

Somewhere deep in Baxter's diaphragm it felt like he was being inflated. His ribs pushed apart yet again, his pectorals thickened, his biceps and triceps swelled and still he grew. The fur covered his face, his ears, his neck and spilled down his shoulders toward his furry arms. His chest hair thickened, his groin fur spread, and his legs had already been coated. His muscular ass even parted, leaving room for his new stubby tail to wriggle around.

Baxter fucked hard, panting and moaning, his breaths coming through his bat nose... but the nose was moving further away from his face. It came out with pops and clicks, bone and cartilage reshaping. His lower jaw extended first, his long tongue and tall lower canines springing up. His upper jaw moved to follow suit. In mere moments he had developed a muzzle to rival Coen's and that only turned the two on more. They turned their heads and locked together in a fang filled embrace.

As the former human's cock was pulled to a mere three inches, the rest of his demonic body began stretching in all manner of ways. Baxter surged in height again, packing on more and more muscle onto his arms and legs, but most notable was the squirming on his back. It started feeling like a twitch or a flinch or a spasm, his shoulders growing suddenly. It was like there was pudding being pumped in beneath the surface.

Baxter grunted as his shoulders and back inflated, filling up, hunching over. His skin was unnaturally large, but soon a soft, wet and gooey sound came as the flesh started to pull away from newer layers beneath. One leathery, furry bat wing unfolded slowly, growing as it opened up. Then the other wing unfurled next, flicking wide, splattering raw demonically charged stem cells across the brick and mortar wall of the night club.

"That's it, that's my batty bitch." Coen panted hard, fucking his flesh around the little bit of cock that Baxter had left. Baxter tried to speak, his jaw hanging slack, but his tongue felt... like it was becoming erect. What had been a few inches long was starting to grow longer and longer and longer. It pushed out between the front fangs of his mouth and fell down past his lower lip, dropping down longer than his chin, his adam's apple, his collar bone, then his nipples. His tongue dropped down inch after inch, hanging there for a moment before it came to life.

Baxter whipped his tongue around before snapping it back, his eyes wide in shock, but that shock only increased as his vision started to shift. The colors became more colorful, the detailing became more vibrant... and Baxter started to see far more. He saw yellow splotches of dried pee, white splotches of invisible cum, as well as hundreds of kinds of beer and vomit in the alleyway. His irises burned for a moment as they turned a rich red, but the white of his eyes darkened to grey and then black as well.

Another half inch was robbed from Baxter's cock, sending chills through his body. There was almost nothing left to it, the demonic sheath he docked into almost unable to hold on, but the rest of him felt so big, so strong, so powerful. His horns reached almost the back of his skull, curving all the way back before turning upward at the tips. The fur on his muzzle was shaggy around the jawline, a small memory of the beard he once had.

Baxter held up his arms and stretched his wings wide, feeling the weight of his new body. He was at least seven feet tall and many hundreds of pounds of muscle, covered from head to foot in fur. His nipples were puffy, his pectorals gigantic... It was exquisite. Bax threw his head back and let out a hypersonic shriek as he came, his balls producing sperm through his tiny dick, flooding into Coen's sheath.

Coen moaned loudly, drooling as his demonic tube sucked the cum down and brought it into his body, but then the flesh began to retract. It tightened and shrank and pulled back, disconnecting from Baxter before it returned to its more natural size - three inches in length, hiding a smaller cock inside. Baxter looked down, letting out a breathless scream.

"My... my... MY COCK!" Baxter exclaimed sharply. Coen merely chuckled.

"You gave the devil his due. Who knows, maybe somewhere out there there's a demon with a twenty six incher now, but you still gotta hold up your end of the bargain. You promised to fuck me once you became a bat, bro." Coen whispered, rubbing Baxter's fuzzy face.

"But... how can I even do that, I don't have a dick anymore." Baxter whispered.

"Fuck, dude, you ain't no pussy. You still got a tool, it just can't reach the screws anymore. But, you got something even better. You're going to put that long, demonic bat tongue to work and rim me like a pro." Coen said with a grin, turning around, bending over. His furry muscled cheeks parted to reveal his puffy sphincter.

Baxter was going to turn in disgust, but his bat nose picked up a rather tantalizing scent... Nutty, musky, forbidden... It smelled delicious, wonderful, even hypnotic. Bax tried to back away, but his bat nose sniffed more and more. He took a step forward, then another, then another before he knelt down and buried his face into Coen's ass. He took in a huge whiff before his jaw hung loose like a cat smelling a shoe. There was a quiver in what little was left of Baxter's cock and he knew he had no choice.

Once more the new bat's muzzle parted, and his long serpentine tongue emerged. It ringed the rectum before him, licking the pucker until it glistened before slowly pushing inside. The flavor blossomed in his mouth, the flavor of unwashed, uninhibited lust. It was dirty and wrong, and it made him hungry for more. He plunged his tongue in deeper, trying to remember his life before of fucking dudes... It had always been more about him than them, but now he wasn't just ramming a stick in a hole, he had control. He began pushing against the fleshy sides with his tongue, looking for those pressure points.

Coen moaned and squeaked loud in delight, starting to flex his ass, bearing down and tugging up. Baxter squeaked himself, his claws digging across the cement as his tongue was yanked in more. He pushed his wet organ in six inches, then eight, than twelve and fourteen. He felt the curve of the intestines and the deeper recesses before he pulled back part way. Taking a moment to get his bearings, he struck his tongue right at the flesh guarding the prostate. Coen shuddered loudly at that.

Baxter moaned as well, reaching up with one hand to start assaulting his own nipple. Before long it was gushing out milk, spilling it onto the ground. He tongue fucked Coen with all his might, his dark red eyes deciding to make the slut really burn him into his memory. Baxter used his tongue like never before, finding every spot to make Coen writhe and whimper... all the while tasting his essence.

The new bat's tiny prick was fully erect at two inches as he thought about what their lives would have been like if they had gotten together in high school. Would Coen be sucking out his ass, or would they have wound up just like this but with more years beneath their belt? Baxter's thoughts were ended abruptly as both bats came a second time, unleashing a torrent of seed all over the alleyway. Whatever they were, whatever he had lost, it seemed there was still a lot more fun to find.

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While waking up was normally a rather neutral experience, the first thing Baxter felt was a pounding headache. He grunted and groaned unhappily, though as his black and red eyes opened, he wasn't sure where he was. He looked up at the vaulted ceiling, then turned his head to see the massive windows overlooking the city at sunset. There was a small balcony outside, but the apartment he was in was filled to the brim with high society. There were tumblers for special drinks, masks and swords on one wall, a fully stocked bar... and then a quick shadow. Baxter's vision and air cut out as something came down over his face. Coen wriggled his ass cheeks over the bat's muzzle, sitting down on it quite squarely.

"Morning lover... Lick me out and I'll let you up." Coen said playfully.

"Fnnnk ymmm." Baxter said in a muffled curse, trying to hit Coen from beneath, but the hits became softer and softer as the bat demon was saturated in his boyfriend's musk. Before long he was obediently licking and slurping before fucking into Coen's ass with his huge, long tongue. Coen rolled his eyes into the back of his head, playing with his nipples.

"Oh yeah, that's the way to start the day right. Eat out my ass... You love it, you fucking slut..." Coen grunted. True enough, Baxter did find that he loved it. He rooted around, plunged the tongue back and forth and generally savored the rich hearty flavor. He was a dirty boy, a demonic bat, and his life had changed forever. If he was meant to be Coen's boy toy, perhaps that wasn't so bad.

With each gyration and tongue flick, Coen came closer and closer before eventually he shrieked enough to make the windows rattle before his tiny dick spurted out oily black cum onto the bat boy beneath him. The heat and slickness of the bat sauce brought Baxter over the edge before his cock produced more of the same... then more... and more. Like a freshly tapped oil well, the goo kept pouring out, spreading over Baxter's lap, soaking his fur and dripping into the sheets.

When the smell hit Coen, his eyes turned solid black, his intellect shutting off. He snapped down, his head plunging over the tiny nipple like cock, feeding on the gushing black cum. As he drank it down, his body began to swell and expand again. His pecs fattened up, his abs extended further, his shoulders began to grow. Coen drank it down until finally, with a bit of a delay, Baxter's cock finally stopped pouring. Coen rolled off his lover, missing the other side of the mattress and falling right to the floor. His lips were smeared with black and he had a dumb, happy look on his face. Baxter slowly rolled over, looking at his lover, one furry eyebrow raising in surprise.

"I take it that hasn't happened before?" Baxter asked.

"So... fucking... good..." Coen panted softly. Baxter slowly grinned.

"Well, if you're ever going to want more... you better start putting that tongue to good use and eat my ass out, you slut." Baxter said. Coen looked a bit intrigued at that, but the long tongue escaped his muzzle to lick up every last drop of the crude cum before he lunged for his boyfriend to make good on their deal.