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Hell was a place often used as a fantasy setting. Brandon never thought too much about how 'real' such a place might be. He remembered watching a video that had a parody about an episode of 'Hell', and it made him almost wish, if there was an actual place that evil people went to, the place worked like that cartoon.

It was four in the morning. Brandon knew he was staying up too late. He wasn't doing anything productive either, but most people that were up late rarely did.

He just browsed articles online. One article drove his curiosity. The article talked about how 'everything' made in existence was real in one form or another. Everything created existed, and everyone in that creation was very much alive. 'So if that's true, that means that one cartoon about Hell actually exists in one form or another.' Brandon thought to himself. He thought it was crazy, but he wished for such a thing to be true.

Brandon spent the next hour looking up paranormal investigations and portals from other realms. Such things were insane, but he was curious what others had to say about it. Much of what he read was just things about 'how to summon a demon', with comments regarding how it was never attempted because 'it would be too dangerous' amongst other things. "Hah, yeah you'd have to be crazy to believe summoning demons would work." Brandon said aloud to himself as he shut down his computer. "Especially demons from another universe." He walked over to his bed and laid down. He put the sheets over his normal body, and let out a sigh. "But it would be nice." He mumbled as he slowly fell asleep.

Brandon's eyes slowly opened in the middle of the night. He could tell he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake himself up out of it. The dream wasn't frightening. He was still in his bedroom. His computer and bookshelf off to the side, his bed over at the window, and the doorway over at the far end, it was all there and normal. As Brandon looked at the door however, he paused.

There was a man that stood at the door. The light made it hard to see him fully, but his outline was clear. The man was tall; he had horns, a strong buff upper body, but thin long legs. One could almost see fur on him, and sharp teeth with inhuman eyes. He looked menacing, but at the same time, he also looked happy.

Brandon stared at the demon creature. He looked at his sides as he expected something to happen, and then he looked back at him. He wasn't sure what to tell that creature, let alone if it would even understand Brandon.

"You look quite stunning, you know that, Bella?" the demon suddenly said with a fanged smile that lit brightly in the darkness.

"Uh..." Brandon scooted back on his bed up against the wall. "If I'm so stunning, maybe you should turn away?" He wondered if the demon meant to call him Bella, or if it was some mistake. It was a name he definitely couldn't identify with.

"Oh no, you're quite irresistible." The demon replied with a chuckle. His voice was deep, but not so deep that it came off as inhuman. It had a hint of suave to his speech too, as if he were a high-class demon. "The question is, do you want to be even more so?"

"More stunning to a demon?" Brandon shook his head. He mentally yelled at himself to wake up, but to no avail. "I'll uh, I'll pass."

"Is that so?" The demon chuckled. "I just don't think you have enough influence yet. You know, why be nice to people? What's the point in it? Wind up a demon and end up in Hell; you'll be happier that way." The demon's fangs grinned widely once more. "Especially in a life of luxury under the ground. Perhaps you just need to experience it for a bit firsthand."

Brandon shook his head rapidly. "No!" Now he had to wake up from something, anything. This was quickly turning from a weird dream into a nightmare.

"Oh come on." A strong hand suddenly lashed out to Brandon. The arm moved too quickly for a human to react, but it stopped inches away from him. A single claw reached out, and stroked Brandon's chin gently. "You just don't know anything about this life. Once you see everything that happens, I'm sure you'd be more than eager to live with me."

Brandon flinched as the arm lashed out. He saw the inhuman hand with five huge white claws, and an arm strong enough to choke the life out of most humans, given the chance, yet the demon was so gentle to him with such powerful hands. He slowly opened his mouth, but he quivered.

Before Brandon had a chance to answer, an alarm suddenly went off. Brandon's eyes slowly opened up, and he was back to lying down on his bed. He quickly looked over at his doorway, but there was no sign of any demon. He shut off the alarm clock on his cell phone, and sighed. "Starting off with a bad dream, I swear that's a crappy way to start off anything." He said to himself with a face palm. "Ugh...whatever, it was just a dream."

Brandon went about his day, as it was any other. He brushed his teeth, he got dressed, he went to work, he came home, he played a few games, and even though the day felt short, it was time for bed again. He had forgotten all about the dream by the time he had to sleep again. He changed into teal pajamas and a gray shirt, and went to bed without a second thought as to the demon in his prior dream.

Brandon found himself waking up in his bed in the dream again, and just like last night, he saw the demon once more. The demon was more visible than before, but one reason he was visible was due to a large blood red portal beside him that swirled. Fire was visible on the other side of the portal. It looked just like a portal to Hell, and the masculine demon smiled at Brandon near it.

"Care to come...exploring with me tonight, my dear Bella?" the demon asked.

Brandon stared at the portal, and then he looked at the demon. The demon wore a tuxedo with a white suit underneath, and a purple bow. He had sharp teeth and leering eyes. By all accounts, this demon looked villainous, but he smiled at Brandon. "Exploring where?" He hated how the demon referred to him as 'Bella' again. There was no doubt the demon called him a female name.

"In the 'bad place' as you might call it." The demon chuckled. "Except I wouldn't really call it the 'bad place' I'd say it's more like the 'fun place.'"

Brandon easily derived a conclusion. He wanted to say no, but he had a strong feeling the demon wasn't going to let him.

Sure enough, the demon didn't give Brandon a chance. A shadow reached out from behind the demon, and grabbed Brandon. Its thick sharp claws wrapped around Brandon like a predator pulling in its prey. The dark shadow claw lifted Brandon up, and pulled him right to the demon. The claw placed Brandon inches away from the demon, and the demon just smiled down at him. "Are you ready to go?" he spoke seductively.

Brandon didn't want to say yes, but he knew his options were limited. "Just...let's get this dream over with." He said quietly.

"Hah, I'm sure you see me as nothing more than a nightmare now." The demon stroked Brandon's short black hair softly. "But in a few days, you'll see me as a dream come true. Come, let me show you." The claw let Brandon go, but the demon offered his hand.

Brandon slowly grabbed the demon's clawed hand. A quick look at it and he could tell his hand was very sharp and dangerous, but he acted so gentle.

The demon stepped through the portal, and escorted Brandon as if a man were helping a woman go through a door. Once the two entered, the portal sealed behind them. "Welcome to Hell!" The demon said happily, and then after a short pause, he added. "And yes, I say it like that because it is a good thing for you."

Brandon felt the heat rush over him, and immediately noticed the flames right on the other side of the window. The heat wasn't unbearable, but it felt as if it was a hot summer day, and he chose to wear winter clothes. "Am I going to be punished or something now?" he asked.

"Why would you be punished my dear?" The demon chuckled. "Unless of course, you're into punishments, in which case I can get the whip and bondage gear?"

"I mean, isn't Hell meant for bad people?" Brandon looked outside the window only briefly. He saw roaring flames, and two eyeball creatures with wings. The creatures looked as if they came from some sort of fantasy video game. "That's what I was told anyways."

"Technically, yes, but here's the thing," the demon looked out the window. "So many people go to Hell that the original purpose of it, to 'punish the bad people' as you might say, has lost its meaning entirely, and the qualifications for getting in that 'good place' you might call it, are very ridiculous."

"Uh, what are the qualifications to get into the good place?" Brandon felt silly asking a demon in his dream such a question.

"What? There's a long list, and if you fuck it up there's no way to make it better so you can go there." The demon shrugged. "Really it's just best to forget about that place. This will be your new home at one point or another, I just want to make your stay more...pleasant." he chuckled. "Enjoyable as well. Have you not seen the mansion I brought you into?"

Brandon didn't take the time to look at his surroundings. He knew he was in a luxurious room, but that was all he knew. That, and how hot it was. He took a moment to look around. He stood on a plush blood red carpet with gold linings. The walls were a fire red, a shade lighter than the carpet, while the pillars were white. The furniture had all sorts of different shades of colors, mostly between red and brown. There was even a large television, and Brandon was curious. "You have cable down here?"

"The people who run cable are some of the most evil people of all, of course we have cable." The demon chuckled. "We have the internet too, but none of it is what you'd imagine."

"Is most of what's on television porn? Or murder? Or murder porn?" Brandon still thought that somehow, someway, this must have been a dream. The more he stuck around in Hell though, the more comfortable he felt. It still felt so hot, but not as hot as it was earlier. He scratched his hair, as it felt a little strange.

"What is it with all of these extremist sins?" The demon rolled his eyes. "Of COURSE there is murder porn, but there's more to Hell than that. Look, let's focus less on what gets you down here, and more on what there is down here to offer." The demon smiled a huge sharp-toothed smile. "Like myself." Suddenly, he grabbed onto Brandon's hands. He raised one in the air, and lowered the other to their waist. He leaned his head in closer to Brandon.

Brandon's heart leapt when the demon grabbed him like that. He didn't even know this demon's name, and he could tell what this demon desired. The demon wanted a kiss, but Brandon hesitated. He didn't judge based on what the demon liked, but he definitely did not like the demon. He shivered a cold sweat as he stared up at the demon. Just as the demon was mere inches away from Brandon's face, he heard an alarm clock in the distance.

The alarm clock noise rang louder and louder until a massive clock Brandon recognized appeared directly in front of him, right behind the demon.

The demon's ears lowered. His bare sharp teeth exposed, and his eyes pierced Brandon's soul. "I'll see you...tomorrow night." His voice was quiet, though it somehow sounded louder than the massive alarm behind him.

Brandon's eyes shot open, and he quickly pulled himself up from the bed. The warm heat from Hell immediately left his body, and now he felt oddly cold. He quickly examined his room, and let out a sigh of relief when he didn't see any sign of the demon. "Okay, a dream that continued the story of the first dream." He said aloud to himself. "That's a new one." Even though he just woke up, he felt his heart pound heavily from how nervous he was. "God...that dream felt too real."

Brandon pulled himself out of bed. His feet gently touched the carpeted floor beneath him, and he let out a soft sigh. "Okay, whatever." he walked to the bathroom to relieve himself, but just as he entered the bathroom, he paused to see himself in the mirror. "What is this?"

Brandon had black hair, but as he looked in the mirror, he noticed today there were dark red roots to go with his black hair. "Huh?" He lifted a bit of his hair to confirm it, and held a flashlight to his head. He saw deep red roots, the same color as blood, yet as he set his hand down that had the flashlight, and ran his head through his hair, his hair felt completely normal. "That's...that's not normal, is it?"

Just as he focused on his head, he noticed something strange about his eyes too. He leaned onto the bathroom counter and stared deep in his eyes. His normal colored brown eyes had a hint of redness just outside of his pupils, although not quite as dark red as his hair, they were definitely a shade of red. "What's going on with me?"

Brandon took off his clothes, hopped into the shower, and tried to forget about his dream. He hoped maybe his hair and eyes were a trick of the light, but it would definitely have been a new trick for him to see.

Once Brandon finished his shower, he dried off his hair and looked at himself naked. He wasn't sure what he looked for, but he guessed if his hair and eyes looked different, maybe other parts of his body looked different too. As he looked at his tanned body from head to toe however, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. "Maybe I just need to take a break or something." He saw the red roots in his hair, as well as the strange red in his eyes, but he felt perfectly normal. "Or maybe I'm just seeing things. It's nothing big, nothing major, just ignore it and move on." He told himself.

Brandon tried to forget about his dream and go about the day just as he did yesterday, but it proved harder than last time. He went to work, yet nobody at his job noticed his eyes or hair, at least enough to point it out to him.

Just as Brandon swore the day started, the day ended. Brandon was back at home, late at night, and he browsed the internet. He spent the day working, and the night looking up iterations of Hell. He also looked up how dreams worked, but none of the internet had any definitive answers for him. He let out a yawn, and looked at the time. "Man, it felt like 9AM just a few minutes ago." He mumbled. It was now well past midnight. He knew he had to go to bed at some point, yet deep down, he was a bit afraid to do so. He remembered the demon that appeared twice in his dreams now, and the last time he was with him, he was brought into 'Hell', it didn't seem like a 'bad' place to be, but he still feared being brought back down there again.

"I guess I have to go to bed eventually." He told himself as his eyes stared at a website about dream interpretation. "Not a little kid, I can't be afraid of going to sleep. Besides, maybe I'll dream about something else." He figured the dreams could also have been far worse, and maybe it was just a crazy bunch of coincidences. 'The only way dreams change and hurt people, or worse, is in horror movies.' Brandon thought to himself. 'There's no way people can physically transform in a dream. Mentally, maybe if they want to, but not physical, not what I see on me anyways.' Convinced that he would be fine, Brandon took a deep breath, crawled into bed, and fell asleep.

Brandon opened up his eyes, but unlike the past few nights when he woke up in his bed, he awoke somewhere completely different.

The scenery around Brandon was like a bedroom, but not his own. The bed he woke up in was a very deep shade of crimson red. Walls of red adorned with decorations that looked like spears pointed upwards and downwards lined up the walls, but it was hard to see beyond the bed as a black curtain surrounded it. "Where am I?" he mumbled.

The curtain opened up, and the familiar demon from earlier appeared. He flashed his fangs at Brandon happily. "Welcome home sweetheart. Did you have a good dream?"

Brandon shook his head. He sat up, and covered himself up with the bedsheets as if a woman might try to cover up their chest. He didn't even think about it until he noticed he did it. "Ugh, what are you talking about? This is the dream, and I'm getting sick of coming back to it."

The demon chuckled. "The more you slip in, the harder it will be for you to slip out." He teased. "I am thinking we should take you to a salon today. We simply must do something with your hair and nails." The demon gently stroked his hand through Brandon's head. "Your hair just feels so...what kind of shampoo do you use?"

"T-that shouldn't matter!" Brandon hated how this demon treated him like some sort of wife. "I don't need to go to the salon, I'm fine. Just let me leave and wake up!" Brandon pulled away from the demon out of bed, though he tripped onto the red carpet when he failed to notice the small incline that led up to the huge bed.

"Normally, women are excited to get their hair and nails done." The demon casually shrugged. "Are you feeling okay my dear?" He reached down with a clawed hand held open with a look of worry on his face. His deep purple eyes with reptilian slits looked both intimidating, as well as concerning.

Brandon put his arms onto the plush rug. He pulled himself up, looked back at the demon, and then he looked over to the black door at the end of the room. He was ready to make a run for it, but he had no idea how he could outrun a literal demon, let alone overpower him should the demon catch him. The demon looked nice, but he saw those muscles underneath the luxurious black top he wore.

The demon looked back down at Brandon. His look of worry faded when he saw Brandon's own look of concern. "What do I have to do to you to prove I'm not going to bite?" he showed off his razor sharp fangs that would make the most dangerous predator on Earth jealous. "At least, unless you want me to."

Brandon let out a sigh. He grabbed the demon's hand, and slowly stood up. "Okay, fine, whatever." He wasn't sure what else he could do. If it were a dream, it would only get worse if he ran away. If it wasn't a dream, he knew he wasn't going to get out of Hell that easily. "But I'm not doing this because I WANT to."

"Of course." The demon wrapped his claw around Brandon's hand gently. "Mm...We have got to do something about your skin, Bella."

Brandon felt a warmth fill his hand, an unnatural warmth that wasn't just from the demon's claw. It was only when he felt his warmth he realized that he didn't feel nearly as hot in Hell as he did last night. "Why do you keep calling me Bella?"

"Because that is your name. Bella is Bella." The demon explained. "Bella my wife."

Brandon didn't want to think about it. He wasn't his wife, and he wasn't named Bella. "Can we just go now?"

The demon nodded. "Of course." He pulled Brandon through the hallways of the large mansion to the foyer.

Brandon didn't want to focus much attention on the mansion, but curiosity got the better of him. He noticed the walls looked as if they were white teeth, all ready to bite down the moment he looked away from them, complete with a black background behind them. He also noticed a few stands along the hallway with pictures of the demon that dragged him along. It looked as if he posed with a woman, but he didn't see anyone else in the photos beside him. He looked back at the demon, and then over at the photos, and he swore the photos suddenly turned their eyes to Brandon. 'It's like a haunted mansion.' He thought to himself. He was thankful they were leaving it, but at the same time, he wasn't sure how much of Hell he wanted to see, or what his mind thought it was if he was dreaming.

The demon opened up the door with a smile, and revealed to Brandon the 'Hell' he was in. Despite it being hot, there didn't appear to be any significant forms of torture taking place. Hell looked as if it were just simply a 'different' version of earth. The road and sidewalk in front of them was a bright red while the rocks and beaten off path was a much darker red with small cracks errantly placed. A pitch-black car sat at the end of a driveway, placed right outside the garage. The smell of fire and brimstone was strong, but not overwhelmingly so.

"This is Hell? It looks so...plain." Brandon commented.

"Well, we did base it off of Earth. Earth is a kind of Hell for a lot of people." The demon casually shrugged. "Anyways, hop in the car and we'll head off to the salon."

Brandon slowly walked over to the car. He heard his shoes quietly echo on the stone path as he walked along. It was then he looked down at his clothes and realized, while he wore his pajamas, he had his shoes in the demon world. "What about my outfit?" His shirt was a normal t-shirt, but his pants were black pajama pants with a video game character plastered on them.

"It's true, your outfit is a little...bizarre, but it's okay." The demon smiled down at Brandon. "We have to take care of one small change at a time; we cannot simply change all of you at once. We'll start with your hair, then your nails, and then we'll do something about that outfit of yours. Now, come, come. We've wasted enough time, and we don't know how much longer you have before you'll leave suddenly again."

Brandon opened the car door without a response. He felt the heat from inside the car as if he had just opened the car on a hot sunny day, yet it didn't faze him. The heat in general didn't bother him nearly as much as he thought it should, but he remembered that this was still a dream, just a bizarre one that felt more real than it should have. He had very few other dreams like it. He touched the seats, and his fingertips felt the fine warm dark leather.

"Yes, that's a car seat." The demon said with a sarcastic chuckle. "You can always sit in the front with me."

"I'll pass." Brandon closed the backseat door, buckled up, and looked out the window. He noticed there were even hedges, although the hedges were dead, the branches did plenty to cover up everything.

The demon laughed, hopped in the front, started up the car, and drove off.

Part of Brandon felt like a kid, a kid going to the dentist for the first time, and never seeing what the outdoors had to offer. He noticed that the demon was partially right about the exterior. Many of the homes looked very similar to houses he'd find on Earth, just with darker themes. Brandon saw dead trees, hanging skeletons, which he did not want to question if they were real or not, and even billboards, although the billboard sign was black with a red splotch that read 'PUNISHMENT' on it. "So, this is Hell?"

"What were you expecting?" the demon asked. "Oh, right, the television earlier. Hah, you know nothing about the afterlife, but you shall!" The demon drove closer to the city. "Have you ever been to New York in the 1980s?"

"Uh...not really."

"Well, get ready for a new experience." The demon chuckled.

The closer the car got to the city, the more Brandon realized how surreal people often designed their houses. Some buildings were normal, but others were far from it. One tall building had a massive eye at the top with miniature claws scattered along the edges. While Brandon thought such things were just for show, he noticed the massive eye blinked, and then stared down at him. He watched as the claws shifted, and he inched away from that huge building. "Uh..."

"Yes, you see, just as on Earth, there are all kinds of people here. Some are quite normal." The demon tilted his head to one window and showed an anthro bunny. The bunny looked to be only three feet in height, but with ears that measured half its length. By many accounts, the bunny looked adorable. The bunny smiled at the car, and gave it a friendly wave as it drove by her.

Brandon waved back at the bunny questionably. "Considering the place we're in, that looks COMPLETELY out of place."

"I was about to say, some are bizarrely good. It makes you wonder what they did to get into Hell to begin with." The demon shrugged. "And others..."

Just moments after they passed by a bunny anthro that would have fit in any normal Earth filled with Anthros, the car then drove by another creature. This creature had a television for a head, with thousands of black tentacles. The creature measured well over a hundred feet tall. A single eye showed on the television with occasional static to replace blinking. There was no visible mouth on the creature. The countless tentacles grabbed other demons, cars, buildings, anything it could, and it crushed them mercilessly. It did not matter how far it was. A tentacle grabbed something, and squeezed it hard enough to crush it with no remorse, no matter what it held.

"Others represent your local cable company." The demon spoke incredibly casually, given what the huge monster creature was doing.

Brandon's jaw dropped at the creature. He could only wonder what other company creatures would be, but he didn't want to wonder very long. "So uh...the salon, then?" he felt his heart pound nervously. He couldn't get his eyes off the creature. They were far away from the being, yet at the same time, they felt so close that he feared a tentacle would just grab and destroy them as if they were nothing.

"Don't worry about that." The demon casually said as he continued to drive right into the city. "Just don't subscribe to any of his packages and miss a payment."

The demon pulled up on a sidewalk, although in a very cartoonish manner. He sped to the empty spot on the street, screeched the brakes and spun 360 degrees in front of the spot. After he spun, the car veered to the left right into the spot and crashed to a stop, although nothing broke in the process.

Brandon stepped out of the car. He then put his hand up against the roof. It felt as if his head spun from the 'creative' method the demon used to park the car. 'Okay, in some ways this is like Earth, in other ways this feels like a cartoon.' He thought to himself. He couldn't even look around at the scenery with how dizzy he felt.

The demon hopped out of the car with a laugh. "It's better than crashing the car and just parking it in a pile up. Come on, the salon is just one building down."

Brandon walked down the sidewalk, though he couldn't stop staring at the other buildings. The building they parked in front of looked like a tattoo and piercing shop. He glanced inside and saw an oversized cowgirl anthro with red fur whip out a metal grinder tool, typically used for constructing and cutting. Brandon's eyes went wide as the cowgirl held the tool over a lanky thin demon with one eye.

"Are you coming, my dear?" The demon that brought Brandon to the city asked politely.

"Huh?" Brandon turned away from the window just long enough for there to be a screech and yowl of pain. Brandon quickly turned back to the tattoo parlor, and noticed the screaming stopped, and the demon tapped his horns with a huge smile on his face. He turned back to the demon, and nodded. "Okay, coming." He quickly caught up to the demon. He felt uncomfortable in the city. The demon was the only creature he knew, but even then, he barely trusted the demon much, even if he thought the demon did look handsome in a way. "And don't call me dear."

"Honey? Beautiful?" the demon chuckled as he gently grabbed Brandon's hand. "Give me something to work with."

"How about just Brandon?" He rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure if he wanted to pull his hand away from the demon though. He felt the demon's soft red hand, but he also felt his dangerous claws.

"Ah, I do not believe I ever gave you my own name, did I?" The demon chuckled. "Such is a rude thing to do. You may call me Balam. You can also call me husband if you so desire."

"I don't desire." Brandon would have crossed his arms if he could have. "Just take me to the salon."

With a shrug, the demon escorted Brandon to the salon right next door. Just like the building before, one could see everything inside of it. The salon had everything a typical salon might have. Multiple chairs were set up in front of mirrors. Directly underneath the mirrors were all sorts of scissors ranging from small, to as big as hedge clippers. There was a section with chairs and sinks, as well as another section where one could get a perm with a large device that one put over their head. The hair salon was busy, but not so much that they couldn't serve Balam and Brandon.

A female voice spoke up, a very small demon less than three feet in length. She dressed like a French house cleaner with four eyes and six hands, each with a different tool. "Hi! Welcome to beheading haircuts! What can I do for you today?"

"We're here to give my darling wife a makeover." Balam let go of Brandon's hand, and wrapped it around his waist. "I'm thinking we start with his hair."

"Wife?" Brandon gave Balam a raised row. He wished this dream would end. He completely forgot that he was dreaming for a moment in the first place.

"Just roll with it for now." Balam chuckled at him, and then looked back to the hairstylist. "Think you can fit us in?"

There was another sound of a scream. A woman suddenly ran off with a towel draped around her body while another stylist followed her with a buzz saw. Despite the scene, the rest of the people in the hair salon seemed to be acting as if it was completely normal.

"Good news!" The French house cleaner stylist said with a big fanged grin. "A spot juuuust opened up! Right this way!"

"I don't know if I should be terrified, or laughing." Brandon said aloud. He followed the stylist to one of the chairs that had a sink behind it.

"You don't have to be afraid of dying here." Balam smiled at Brandon. "You can't die down here. Well, okay, you can, but you'll just wind up right back here the next day. Where else are you going to do? Double hell, otherwise known as Detroit?"

'Don't think my own head is capable of pulling off that kind of humor. Then again, minds can do many weird things that people can't even imagine, literally.' Brandon thought.

"Have a seat and we'll get started with that hair of yours." The stylist smiled at Brandon. Just like Balam, the stylist also had extremely sharp fangs. Her huge smile took up half the size of her head.

Slowly, yet surely, Brandon took a seat on the chair. He put his arms on the armrest, and kept his eyes on the stylist. "Just...I don't need anything super huge or fancy."

"Oh, I know exactly what you need." Balam smiled at Brandon, and then turned to the stylist. "You see that hair of hers? It's just so plain. I'm thinking we do this and this to it. Shouldn't need a whole lot else."

"Can you stop calling me 'her'?" Brandon felt as if Balam didn't just call him a woman, but he treated him as such. Brandon knew he was male. At least, he identified as one. Gender roles were confusing sometimes. Regardless, he knew he was not a 'she' in any way, shape, or form.

"You're just confused about your gender, honey, just like you're confused about your name." Balam gently grabbed Brandon's black hair, and stroked it slowly. "I still love you anyways. For now, just relax and let the stylist do her work."

Brandon gripped onto the armrests. He half wanted to punch the demon, but he didn't want to get violent in a place like this. He could only imagine what 'treatments' Balam might do if he doesn't behave. He kept reminding himself that nothing in the dream should matter. He remembered transforming and changing in his dreams sometimes, as well as some 'wet' dreams, but they never became reality. "Fine, just do whatever you have to do." He said with a defeated sigh. He couldn't wait for this dream to end. He didn't feel confused about his name. His name was...he couldn't remember it for a moment oddly. He thought briefly that his name was Bella, but no. Bella was a female name, and he wasn't a woman. His name was Brandon.

"Oh, don't be such a downer!" The stylist pressed one button at the foot of Brandon's chair. She grabbed a rod, started up the water, and washed it over Brandon's hair happily.

Brandon had a sense of de javu. He swore he experienced being at a salon before and unwillingly at that. It didn't help him in his current situation though. "What did he mean by 'this' earlier, anyways?" He asked the stylist.

"You could just ask me." Balam chuckled. "Your hair just isn't suitable for the underworld. It looks so plain, boring, and definitely not feminine. We're going to fix that so you will fit in much better down here."

"I'm afraid to ask what that means." Brandon felt the hot water rush over his hair. The water felt hotter than a normal shower, but not so hot as to burn him. His hair felt strange in ways he couldn't describe. He shifted left to right uncomfortably.

"What are we doing about her ears?" The stylist asked as she rinsed. She pulled out a red bottle, squirted what 'looked' to be ketchup, but it smelled much more foul, and then applied it to Brandon's hair.

"Her hair should cover them." Balam tapped his bare chin. "I'd prefer them not being seen, but not removed. She still needs to be able to hear."

"Okay, can I get up now?" Brandon started to get up.

The stylist suddenly reached behind the chair, and grabbed thick brown leather straps. With one hand, she washed Brandon's hair. With the other hand, she strapped Brandon to the chair securely with the straps. "No squirming! We have 'so' much work to do with you!"

Brandon's heart pounded with fear. He felt his thumping, and he felt sweat. He could 'feel' the water run down his changing hair, not that he could see how his hair changed, but his head felt much warmer, and he felt his hair cover his ears. He would have brushed the hair away from his ears, but the stylist even strapped his hands onto the chair. "This isn't exactly making me feel safer!"

"I know, but it's for your own good." Balam explained.

Brandon wanted to think of a way out of this. The stylist held him firmly; he doubted Balam was going to let him run away easily, he just wished he could wake up. It was then the idea hit him. 'I have to wake up! That will get me out of this. I'm still sleeping after all.' Brandon closed his eyes, and tried to think himself awake, although he wasn't sure how effective that would be. As he felt the water rush over his body, his brain felt fuzzy. He tried to remember who he was and where he came from. He wasn't supposed to be in Hell. He was a human, and his name was...

Brandon paused. He couldn't remember his name for a moment.

"Just relax Bella, we're almost done." Balam said.

He heard Balam refer to him as Bella. The name didn't sound right, but at the same time, he couldn't think of any other name that 'could' be right. He could tell they were changing him mentally in ways he didn't want to think about, and he just had to wake up before he forgot anything else. He kept his eyes closed as he focused.

The water over Bella's hair faded, and he felt a warm blanket wrap around him instead of the straps. He shot open his eyes, pulled himself free of the blanket, and sat up quickly. He breathed heavily, and looked around as he was once again in his bedroom. "That...that was too real." He said aloud. He felt so hot, as if he just came from the hottest place on Earth.

The water over Bella's hair faded, and he felt a warm blanket wrap around him instead of the straps. He shot open his eyes, pulled himself free of the blanket, and sat up quickly. He breathed heavily, and looked around as he was once again in his bedroom. "That...that was too real." He said aloud. He felt so hot, as if he just came from the hottest place on Earth.

Bella looked down at the pillow, and he noticed his pillow was soaked. He reached up to his hair, and he felt his hair soaked. He knew he wasn't so hot that he sweat tremendously, as the pillow and hair were the only two things that were soaking wet. His hair also felt stranger. His hair felt as if it had a bounce to it, and each strand felt smoother. Bella raced to the bathroom in his pajamas, looked in the vanity mirror, and he was ready to scream.

Bella's hair changed once again, but unlike the first dream, this change was far more significant. His hair was blood red from the roots, all the way to the tips. He noticed there were two tufts of hair that jutted out from the sides, above where his ears were. As he grimaced, he noticed the tufts of hair went down, but as his face turned to a more normal expression, the tufts shifted with them, as if they changed to reflect his very mood. "Okay, what is happening to me?" He noticed his eyes were now completely blood red instead of his normal eye color too. "This...this all happened because of that dream, didn't it?"

Bella wasn't sure what to make of the dream he experienced. The dream felt so real, and it seemed to transform him into something. He reached underneath his hair and felt his ears, but as he let his hair go, it felt as if it just automatically readjusted to cover his ears. "This isn't real, this isn't real." He repeated. He knew with a hat to cover the moving tufts of hair he could go about the world completely normal, but he feared if he fell asleep again that he might just change more, and in ways that made it impossible to blend in with the rest of society.

Bella dried off his hair and tried to go about his day as normal. Nobody looked at him oddly despite his hair and eyes, though he figured that such things could technically be part of a normal person. He was thankful he was a little on the antisocial side. If he had friends to meet up with, he knew they would definitely say something about his hair and eyes. 'A person can technically dye their hair and their eyes, so I can just claim that.' He thought to himself early in the day as a reasonable excuse. 'But...what if I fall asleep again? Moreover, how do I tell them that this is natural? The only people I know that have red eyes that are natural are albinos, and my skin is definitely not that kind of pigment.'

One thing Bella had a problem with was his name. He was lucky he didn't have work, but his name kept bugging him. Bella sounded like a woman's name, and he knew he wasn't one. During the day, he pulled out his wallet and noticed the name 'Brandon' on it, but the name didn't sound right at all. "He really changed my name." Bella commented. He knew his name must have been Brandon, but now it just felt like such a wrong name. As odd as the name 'Bella' sounded on a man, it was the name he felt familiar with now.

As the sun began to set, Bella arrived back home with fast food for dinner. He took a seat on the couch, turned on the television, and wondered about what to do. Coincidentally, a horror movie about a killer who killed people in their sleep was on, and Bella felt as if he could strongly relate to the protagonist. "I have to fall asleep eventually." He told himself. "I can't stay awake all the time, nobody can." He then saw a commercial on the television about the navy, and it reminded him about the training he heard people went through. "I think they called that 'hell week' or something." He told himself. "A week of intense exercise, and one hour of sleep a day." he looked over at his bedroom, and then down at his cell phone, which also served as his alarm. "If a person can live a week with only sleeping one hour a day and intense training, then I should be able to live on a bit less sleep." He knew it wasn't the best idea, but if he didn't get as much sleep, he told himself he couldn't be in the demon world as long. He wanted to tell himself that maybe somehow, someway, he'd dream of something else, but he doubted it.

Bella ate his food, and looked up on the internet about dream interpretation. He knew he looked it up before, but now he was more curious about dreams than before, especially since he changed so much in his dream that it was noticeable. He noticed there was something about being able to control dreams, but also it seemed difficult. "Just focus on what you want in the dream and it will happen, but it is very hard to focus in the dream unless you know you are dreaming." He said aloud. "Well, I know I'm dreaming when I'm in that stupid demon world." Bella swore he was more awake in 'Hell' than he was on Earth. "I guess anything is worth a try." He figured trying to control his dreams with a bit less sleep was worth a shot. He knew he couldn't eliminate sleeping altogether, but he could try to find alternatives.

Later that night, Bella went to bed later than he planned, but that's often how it went on any normal day. He hated his hair. Part of him wanted to try to just shave it all off, but he refrained. He went to sleep nervously, closed his eyes, and the moment he opened them back up, he found himself back at the hair salon.

"Welcome back!" Balam said with an excited smile. "How was it while you were gone?"

Bella blinked rapidly. He was back in the hair salon, he was still strapped down, it was as if he never left in the first place. "Wait, what happened?"

"What happened was you vanished for a few minutes." Balam explained. "I told her you'd come back though, and you did! Just as you do every night. How was your time while you were gone? Did you miss me?"

Bella struggled to free himself, and let out a groan. He remembered reading about dreams earlier, and closed his eyes. He tried to focus on something different, anything different, and then opened his eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes." Balam chuckled. "Thinking about me when you close your eyes, it's so sweet. Come now, your hair is done, but now we have to take care of the rest of your body hair."

Bella frowned at Balam. He felt the stalks on his hair lower with his face. "Body hair? This is supposed to be a salon; they don't take care of body hair."

"Oh we specialize in everything and anything hair, including body." The stylist smiled down at Bella. "Now, let's get rid of those clothes, and see what we have to work with!"

"Are you going to be a good girl?" Balam looked down at Bella with a smile. "If you're going to behave, we can remove those straps."

"Yeah, I'll be good." Bella let out a huff. He glared angrily up at the demon. He knew he couldn't escape, even without the straps. "Or bad, whatever you need me to be."

"You'll fit right in Hell." Balam undid the straps to the chair. "You're already lying like a pro. Now, you want to remove your clothes the easy way or the hard way?"

"I already said I'm going to be good, I can remove my own clothes." Bella sighed frustratingly. "I still hate being called 'girl' though, I'm male, I identify as male, whatever it takes for you to call me 'male' instead of a woman."

"So you want to remove your clothes the hard way?" Balam rolled his eyes. "And you're a woman; you just don't know it yet." Balam opened his mouth, and suddenly breathed fire directly onto Bella.

Bella's eyes grew wide as the fire enveloped his body, yet he didn't feel pain. He felt a warm comforting glow, as if the fire was to heal him. "What's going on?" he looked at his hand, and watched as his clothes burned up, but his body remained intact.

"Removing those clothes the easy way." Balam explained. "You need a totally new wardrobe anyways."

"B-but I'll be naked!" Bella wasn't so much questioning as to why the fire didn't hurt him now so much as his impending nudity. His clothes turned a charred black as they disintegrated, even his underwear. He covered up his crotch with a huge blush on his face.

"This is Hell; do you really think anyone's concerned about nudity? Murder, sex, and violence do occur down here more often than on Earth. It's not the 'only' things we do, but as such things happen so openly, do you really think anyone cares about showing your small shaft?"

"I'm not that small." Bella wrapped his thighs between his legs while his hands, just as his clothes vanished and revealed the rest of his body. His glasses were still on him though. They were glasses he never thought about, he just wore them.

"Too big for a woman," Balam grabbed Bella's right hand, and gave it a firm tug. "Too small for a man. Come on, do you really think we can get all of your body hair if you cover up one big hairy spot?"

Bella wasn't one to shave. He just didn't concern himself to do so. With one hand pulled free, he nervously moved his other hand to the side to reveal his hairy crotch. Black hair covered a lot of his body, but no more than an average male might have. "F-fine. How are we removing the hair?"

"How else do you think?" The stylist giggled at Bella. She led Bella and Balam to the back room. The back room had multiple tables, as well as wax paper, and wax itself set up. The idea was clear how the stylist was going to remove his body hair.

"I never knew a salon offered this. This kind of stuff is normally reserved for a spa." Bella's heart pounded in his chest. 'This is only a dream, this is only a dream.' He thought to himself. Yet, if it were only a dream, he couldn't explain how his hair changed when he woke up, as well as his blood red eyes.

"We've expanded." The stylist pointed to one table. "Stick your head through the hole. We'll take care of the back half first, and then we'll do the front."

Bella complied. Not because he wanted to, but because he felt as if he had to. He took quick deep breaths. "There's really no other way you can do this?"

"Well, there are tons of ways one can go about changing a body." Balam walked to the front of the table. His purple eyes looked down to Bella's, and he flashed his fangs with his smile. "But natural is the easiest."

Bella felt warm sticky goo applied to his legs and back. He felt something spread it around, and he knew what was going to come next. He never got his body waxed before, but he had seen enough movies to know what to expect. He wrapped his hands around the table, and gripped it tightly.

"You act like we're ripping your skin off." Balam commented. "Ease up; it'll be more pleasurable that way."

Bella was about to ask what Balam meant by pleasure, but he felt a piece of wax tape apply to his leg, and then suddenly rip. It 'did' feel almost as if his skin ripped off. Along with a minor twinge of pain one might experience from having their hair torn from their body, he felt something else. Bella felt a wave of pleasure with that pain. "Ah. Ahn!" He gripped the table harder.

Balam chuckled. "You know, demons have been known to experience pain as pleasure. Sometimes their fetishes transform entirely to it. I'm not 'that' big a fan of such fetishes," Balam watched as the stylist ripped off another portion of Bella's body hair. "But I can see where they get it."

"Ugh!" Bella gripped the table tightly again at the sensation of having his hair ripped. He felt a sharp pain, followed by a slight breeze that made him feel just a bit colder, but only in the spot where his hair was torn. "I don't...I don't think I'd be a huge fan of this." He felt his cock pulse and throb to life, despite what he said. He kept trying to tell himself that it was a dream, but the pain, followed by the brief relief and sensation of pleasure felt so real. He knew his hair changed when he woke up, and he had a strong feeling he was going to wake up without any body hair next.

"Okay, that's the backside!" The stylist said happily after one more rip. "Now we have to do the front!"

"You heard her." Balam and the stylist turned Bella over to his front.

Bella held onto the table briefly before they began to turn him. He felt as if a hamburger flipped in a frying pan. As his now bare back hit the table, he felt a chill hit his spine. His lack of body hair on his backside made him feel as if he were freezing. He immediately tried to cover his crotch, not for fear of the stylist waxing it, but something else, something he could tell Balam already noticed.

"You're aroused from this?" Balam laughed. "You ARE becoming my demonic wife, far more than you even know!"

"I-I can't help it!" Bella watched as the stylist poured more wax onto his body. Part of him wished they used a different method of eliminating his body hair. Of course, the other part of him wished they hadn't done it at all! He wanted to wake up, he set his alarm for earlier than before, and went to bed later than planned. He could only pray that less sleep meant less time down here, at least until he could figure out what to do about it before he became something completely different.

"I know. Demons enjoy all sorts of bizarre things. Some humans enjoy them, others don't. You might find yourself enjoying doing different things while you change." Balam ran a finger over Bella's bare face. "But you'll grow to love them over time." He looked down at his crotch. "Hmmm...Do you think we can leave a bit of that? Keep it partially shaven?" After a short pause, he smiled. "And make it naturally red like her hair too?"

"Natural?" It gave Bella an idea, something he'd have to try when he woke up. He could only hope he remembered the idea. Ideas made in dreams were hard to recall, and often dreams themselves were hard to remember. This dream in particular though, it not only felt more real, he could remember everything, and he woke up differently every time. He could only hope his body hair was the 'only' thing that changed that night.

"Well, black hair works. I prefer gray myself." Balam smiled down at Bella, and stroked his gray furred head. "But I think red will go great with your new eyes." Balam reached down, and grabbed the wax tape. "Before that, we have to get rid of the rest of this. Ready?"

"Like I have a choice." Bella braced himself. He felt the pain so many times on his back already. The pain felt far too real for this dream to be any ordinary dream, but the fact his hair and eyes were different when he woke up confirmed that. Even the strange stalks that seemingly shifted and moved with his emotions told him he was becoming something inhuman, yet he wasn't as concerned with that as much as he was staying in the place that was Hell.

"It's not exactly coming off easily once it's put on." Balam grabbed a piece on the back of Bella's arm, and ripped it off. The stylist ripped off the tape from the other arm not a moment later.

Bella let out a wince as another brief surge of pain ran through his body. The pain was short, but he felt a cold relief that made him feel better after each rip. He also felt embarrassment and humiliation for having his cock exposed, and with it erect from something he knew shouldn't have made it aroused no less.

The stylist tore the tape from Bella's chest, and then his legs. The stylist removed the wax, and the wax tape, completely from his body. It left Bella 'almost' hairless from the neck down. The only thing left was his pubic hair. The rest of his body lacked any body hair whatsoever.

Bella looked down at his body. His body still looked the same from what he could tell. He just didn't have any body hair except on his crotch, and he knew they had something special planned for that. "You know it grows back." He wasn't even sure why he said that. Part of him hoped he woke up with hair, but he doubted that was going to be the case.

"Not with this special blend!" Balam chuckled. "You're getting the real spa treatment. Personally, I think you could use a visit to the spa, it'll do wonders on that very pale skin of yours." Balam stroked a claw gently over Bella's body. It was gentle enough not to bleed. "Now, let's take care of that crotch."

Bella let out a deep sigh. His crotch had black pubic hair, the same as his hair 'used' to be. He already knew what they were going to do with it, and he felt humiliated. He only briefly thought about how things could get worse before he reminded himself that this was a dream, things could get worse if he thought about them doing so.

"How do you want to dye it? Like we did with her hair? I can get the special shampoo if that's the case."

Balam smiled down at Bella. "Is there a more intimate approach?"

"Well, if you help bring out her inner demon, she could transform it on her own, but that would require you being quite sexual!"

Bella gulped at that. He looked up at Balam. Balam came off as a sort of handsome demon. He hated to admit he felt attractiveness towards him. He still wasn't a huge fan of having even more of his body changed, even if nobody would see that area. "Can we not go that far yet?" he squeaked.

"Hah, my wife is a bit shy." Balam stroked his body slowly. "Okay, let's be gentle on you for now." He turned back to the stylist. "What other approach can we use?"

"The same as before." The stylist held out a blood red bottle. "I'll let you do the honors."

Balam took a bit of the shampoo, and worked it into Bella's crotch with a smile on his face. "Hah, perfect."

Bella hesitated to stop Balam. The sensations of the demon's hands inches away from his cock and balls felt so good. He felt his shaft twitch and pulse eagerly with excitement and desire, desire he didn't want mentally, but his body very much desired physically. "All of this over my crotch." Bella mumbled. Bella closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and gripped onto the table.

"Well it is one of the more important parts of your body." Balam stroked Bella's shaft slowly before his hand went back just above it. Bella's hairs between his legs turned blood red, just like the hair on his head. "Rarely will the public see it, but I will see it a lot in the bedroom."

Bella briefly thought about Balam in that bedroom. He had been home with Balam before, but he never remembered seeing the demon naked. He looked up at the demon's soft fanged smile, and shivered as he pictured the large creature nude. He couldn't explain why, but it turned him on tremendously. His shaft twitched and pulsed, but not quite enough to orgasm. He felt a sense of humiliation being naked in front of strangers, though not so much Balam.

Once Balam finished, he pulled his hands free and washed them. "There we go, now your hair, and body hair, look nothing short of stunning. I can tell you love it too."

Bella breathed heavily. He looked at his crotch, and then back at Balam. "Can I get dressed again?" With their job done, Bella covered his crotch once more.

"Of course, we're all done here with your hair. There is still so much more work to do though! Your teeth, your nails, your skin, your entire body needs a makeover!" Balam looked up at the clock. "I'm not sure how much more time we'll have tonight for that, but there's always tomorrow."

Bella looked up at the clock too, but the clock had no numbers on it. He didn't even see any arrows to indicate any sort of time. The clock was just a demonic red face with beady yellow eyes and sharp teeth. "How can you even tell how late it is?"

"Over time you learn about these things." Balam smiled. "I'm thinking, oh...actually, let's leave it as a surprise, I'm sure you'll love it."

Bella was curious what Balam had in mind, but he didn't get a chance to ask before he heard the alarm on his phone ring once again and wake him up.

Bella awoke in his bed feeling cold underneath his blankets. He pulled his blanket aside, and immediately noticed the lack of body hair on his legs, and then his arms. He opened up his pajamas to see his crotch, and noticed the blood red pubic hairs on them. "I'm not surprised." He said with a loud groan.

Bella tried to spend the rest of his day as any other day, but he knew how different he was underneath his clothing. His hair was blood red with stalks that reacted to his emotions, and his pubic hairs changed too. As small of a change as that night was, it left a huge impact. He felt weaker and colder. He wore a hat whenever he had to go out into public. He was grateful he didn't have to work today, but he knew the issue of money was going to be a problem if he had to miss work with his transformation. He wasn't even sure how to explain to his boss what was going on.

The day came and went before Bella even realized what hit him. He wore a long sleeve t-shirt with sweatpants and socks all day as he felt bizarrely cold. He knew one reason he was cold was the lack of body hair, but he felt even colder than he swore he should. He felt an unnatural coldness that he couldn't explain, but he had a strong feeling as to why that was, though he wasn't going to admit it, even in his thoughts.

Later that night, Bella wasn't ready to get to sleep. He wasn't afraid of dying in his sleep, but he was afraid of transforming in his sleep. The first night was one thing, but every time he went to bed, he woke up slightly different. He was still human, but he wondered how long that was going to be. He sat at his computer as his clock rolled from the P.M hours into the A.M, and sighed with uncertainty. He then thought of Balam, and he felt himself grow aroused. 'I'm not into men, so why is it when I think about him I feel so...excited?' He thought.

Bella yawned. He remembered the movies about staying up, he thought about doing it before, but only around now he was seriously considering it, but at the same time, the sooner he went to sleep, the sooner he'd encounter Balam again. "He's not a bad demon." He said to himself. "I wonder what he looks like underneath...no, I should not be thinking about that." Bella decided to look up the name on the internet out of curiosity, and noticed Balam was a demonic name. He didn't see anything online about the demon he met, though.

With a frustrated sigh, Bella couldn't win against his own body. He had to sleep at some point. "Let's just get it over with." He said with a groan. He crawled into bed and closed his eyes.

Bella shortly opened his eyes in the familiar bedroom from before. He was glad to be out of the city, but not so glad to be back in Hell once more. He turned his head to Balam, and with a soft sigh, he sat up.

Balam was already awake. With a wicked fanged grin, he sat up with Bella. "I was tempted to take you to the spa and have you wake up there, but I didn't want to freak you out any more than I already have."

Bella turned away from Balam. He felt a blush on his face, and he wasn't sure why. "What happens to me when I'm awake, or asleep, or whatever? Don't I just vanish from here?"

"For the first night? Yes, but every time you leave, it takes you longer and longer to vanish. Your body didn't disappear at all tonight, you just looked as if you were asleep, and so I brought you back home."

Bella wondered if the same case was true when he fell asleep in the real world if his body vanished there, but he didn't live with anyone to check, nor did he want anyone to check on such a thing in the first place. "So, you were going to take me to a spa?"

"Yes, a spa for your nails and skin." Balam stroked Bella's back. While Bella fell asleep with clothing, he was naked in Balam's bed.

Bella just realized he was naked. He covered up his front with the soft velvet blankets, but only once he covered his chest, he wondered why he did so. He wasn't a woman, he didn't have any reason to cover his nipples, but he felt embarrassed to reveal himself to Balam, even if he already did so earlier. "I think I'll pass."

"You've already done so much for your body already." Balam chuckled. "Don't you want to become even more beautiful? There are so many things left to do, and I know you will enjoy them all."

Bella had his doubts. "I'm still sore from having my hair ripped out from last night." With the blanket still covering the front half of his body, he ran his fingers down over his hairless body. He didn't even feel any stubs of hair. "I don't get a say in this, do I?"

"I don't know any wife that ever refused a trip to the spa." Balam teased. He wrapped his clawed arm around him, and gave Bella a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Give it a try. You'll love our spas in Hell."

"Any wife? What am I not your first?" Bella couldn't say he was shocked. However, part of him felt his heart skip a beat. He wondered deep down who could have possibly been Balam's first wife, and what happened to them.

"You realize everyone in Hell was on Earth at one point or another, right?" Balam chuckled. "Am I not allowed to be married before death? Don't worry; it was 'until death do us part', so I'm a bachelor now. With that out of the way, shall we make our way down to the spa?"

Bella sighed. "Okay, just as long as there's no molten hot lava baths or tons of sharp spikes piercing my body."

"I'll tell them no when it comes to the special treatment then." Balam chuckled and escorted Bella out. Much like they did last night, Balam happily drove Bella through the highway in Hell, and let him see all of the horrific sights there were to see.

Bella was amazed the last time they drove. The road had similarities to Earth, but at the same time, there were roaring flames, giant massive demons, and the occasional 'roadkill.' Except the creatures weren't all animals, and not all of them were dead. He noticed Balam didn't even try to avoid the creatures on the road either. "This place really is Hell, isn't it?" he said aloud. One thing he didn't notice too much was the temperature. He felt warm, but not overly hot as he felt for the past few times he was in Hell. He could tell Balam had the air conditioning on in the car, and Bella did not want to roll the window down to see how hot it truly was on the road.

"You act as if it's a place you're getting tormented and tortured." Balam rolled his eyes. "The pain of getting your hair removed was likely something, but it was a one-time ordeal. Besides, I can tell you enjoyed it."

Bella looked outside with a huff. He remembered his erection. "Yeah, but my skin is going to be red for days." He grumbled. "I don't want to have to go through painful stuff like that again."

"Oh don't worry; the spa isn't painful at all. In fact, you'll walk out a completely different being."

Bella had a very strong feeling what Balam meant by that. "Not helping."

Balam took an exit onto another road, and in a few short minutes, he pulled up to a large bright blue building. It was hard to see inside the building, but there was a large neon sign of a bright red demon in a tub with lava. Balam parked the car and got out. He swiftly moved to Bella's side and opened it up for him to get out.

Bella wanted to get out before Balam could open the door, but the demon moved too fast for him to react in time. He let out a sigh as he got out of the car. "Let's just get this over with."

"You really need to learn to lighten up and be happy." Balam moved behind Bella and put his claws on Bella's bare shoulders. He gently massaged them as he led Bella to the large spa building. "Hell isn't such a bad place, so live the way you want to live and do what makes you smile, no matter what it may be."

Bella thought to himself that the one thing he wanted to do was to escape from Balam. He wanted this nightmare to end and to stop waking up differently as he had so many nights before already. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to say it to Balam. He walked with the demon up to the double glass doorway, and watched as the doors parted on their own to reveal the interior.

The inside of the first room of the spa resembled that of a waiting room. There was a large fish tank at one corner of the waiting room with corpses of fish swimming around. The other corner had a child's play area, though the many toys had spikes. Various tiny chairs lined up the white walls, and on a few of those chairs were demons with a general humanoid appearance that Bella couldn't even begin to describe.

Balam brought Bella to the front desk and tapped the bell with a smirk.

There was a woman behind the desk with an arachnid appearance. She turned around and blinked all eight of her eyes, all of which lacked pupils. Two tiny fangs stuck out of her white face. Below, it was easy to see her spider body. She resembled that of a taur-like creature, but with the lower half of a spider. "Yeeesss? Do you have an appointment?" she asked. A very serpentine-like tongue snuck out of her mouth as she spoke.

"You know as well as I do that I don't need an appointment." Balam leaned on the counter with a smile. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red card with a small silver chip. He shined it in front of the spider. "I believe my credentials will speak for themselves."

The woman grabbed the card from Balam's hands and gave it a swipe. She handed it back over with a fanged smile. "Oh of course Balam. What can I do for you today?"

"It's for my wife." Balam squeezed Bella's shoulders. "I want the whole treatment. Minus the lava bath, but if there's a similar alternative, I'm sure she'll love that."

'There we go calling me a 'she' again.' Bella thought to himself. He looked up at Balam with a grimace, though as he did, he swore Balam didn't look quite as tall as before. There was no doubt Balam was still taller than Bella was, but not as much. "And if there's an Iron Maiden, I don't want that either."

"What makes you think we have an iron maiden?" The spider let out a laugh as she typed at a keyboard. Her thin claws clacked loudly at the keys.

"This is a spa in Hell." Bella replied with a roll of his eyes. "I'm expecting things you would find in a normal spa, but in a very hellish version. A tub of lava, iron maidens, and spiders laying eggs in your eyes, a spa but with a side of horror is what I'm basically expecting."

"You must have some incredibly bizarre dreams with a mindset like that." The spider typed in more on the keyboard before she finished.

"Lady, you have no idea."

The spider woman, the dryder, typed in one more thing on the computer, and with a dramatic press of one key, a door beside the desk opened up. "We'll start with a different kind of bath then. Step on in and experience the joy of the finest spa in Hell."

Bella turned to Balam, and then he looked over to the door. He knew he wasn't getting out of this. His heart pounded nervously. He felt as if he were about to step into a horror game, although he saw plenty of light in the next room, he also noticed the lights flickered with a color and style that resembled fire.

"Go on." Balam let go of Bella and waved his claws in the direction of the spa room.

Bella felt as if he were a child, Balam was his mother, and his mother told him to go into the unknown. With a deep breath in, he walked through the door to the other side.

Flames flickered along the walls of the next room. Bella saw the blazing white center of the flames that grew into a dark orange outward at the very tips. By all accounts, the room should have been scorching hot, yet Bella didn't feel the heat on his skin. He noticed large black pools that resembled mud, but while he didn't feel the heat radiate from the walls, he definitely felt the heat from the small pools.

A small dryder that resembled the first came into the room from a doorway. She looked nearly identical to the first woman in fact; she just looked like a daughter. "Hello there!" She said proudly as the door Bella entered, and the door the spider came from closed. A small 'click' noise came from all of the doorways. "I'm here to give you your first treatment! You're familiar with mud baths on Earth, correct?"

"I've never been to a spa. I've seen them, but I don't know about them." Bella's heart pounded heavily. He knew what the dryder was going to tell him. "Okay, let me guess. I have to get naked and dive in here?"

The dryder laughed. "Oh you're two steps ahead of me! You want some help? I've got some wicked poison that cuts through human clothes AND flesh."

"I'd rather keep my flesh, thank you very much." Bella turned away from the woman and undressed. His body filled with humiliation, but he knew the woman or Balam would force him nude again eventually.

"What do you mean? You're not human." The dryder tilted her head in Bella's direction. "You're a demon. Humans can't get into Hell. Well, I guess they do, but they never really stay human for that long with the way things work around here."

"Yeah, nobody ever explained that to me." Bella tossed his clothes onto a wooden red chair. He was surprised his clothes hadn't just burst into flames with how hot the room was, but then again it was hard for him to tell. The room 'felt' as if it should have been as hot as an oven, yet the only hot thing for him was the black mud in front of him.

"It's a complicated process that you should already know about once you got into Hell." The dryder giggled. "You're just procrastinating going into the mud bath."

"I fell asleep and woke up in Hell with a demon wrapped around my arms, literally." Bella kneeled down in front of the mud. The mud had a texture that reminded him of a massive brownie pan, but pitch-black in color.

"Well, that's the first time I've heard anyone coming in by sleep, but I guess it is Balam." The dryder leaned down behind Bella and gave him a firm push.

Bella let out a yelp as the dryder shoved him into the mud. He reached out to grab the sides, but failed and slipped under. He quickly pulled himself out of the mud and grabbed onto the side with a firmer grip. "What was that for?" Pitch-black mud covered him from head to toe. He was thankful that the bath wasn't that deep. He could touch the ground with his toes and keep his head above the mud. He reached up and wiped the mud from his blood red eyes. The redness from his pupils spread outwards enough to cover half of his entire eye.

"You were going to be too slow getting in. You know it, I know it, and the eggs I laid know it." The dryder rolled her eyes. She pulled out two cucumbers from somewhere behind her. "Now put your head up, and I'll place these on you."

Bella was surprised to see the cucumbers. "Huh, I expected to see something super evil that gets placed over the eyes." The mud bath felt as if his body was in hot water, though the longer he sat in it, the more adjusted he felt until the bath just felt warm. He leaned back with a grimace, and leaned his head upwards.

"What for?" The dryder placed the cucumbers over Bella's eyes. "Vegetables are pretty evil already. No need to change what already works. Now, I'll be back in five. You just lay back and relax."

Bella let out a quiet sigh as the dryder left. He heard the crackling flames against the walls, his heart pound, his own breathing, and nothing else. 'I can't even escape if I wanted to.' Bella thought to himself. He had to remind himself on occasion that this was a dream, but it never felt like it. The sound of the flames flickering, the sensation of hot black mud against his body, and his heart pounding with fear told him that if this was a dream, it was the most realistic dream ever. Besides, he always woke up differently each time too. In addition to the flames, he heard soft cracking noises come from his very body, and he could only imagine he was changing more. He reached up to take off the cucumber slices over his eyes to see, but he couldn't pull them off. "W-what the hell?"

Bella breathed quickly. He tried to pull himself free from the mud, but he couldn't. "Why can't I...ughn." he tried to pull the cucumber slices free, but it felt as if they latched around his eyes. No matter how hard he pulled, they stuck firmly to him, and he felt twinges of pain when it felt as if he made any progress getting them off. "Why can't I...uhn!"

After what felt like an eternity, the dryder returned and giggled at Bella. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I can't get these cucumbers off!" Bella shouted alarmingly. He could only see the green of the cucumbers and nothing beyond it. "How the fuck is this relaxing?"

"Sometimes people have to be forced to relax." The dryder casually clicked her spider legs over to Bella and removed the cucumbers with a simple pull, as if they weren't stuck to his eyes at all. "Some people are workaholics, and if you don't force them to relax, they'll just keep working. You seemed like the kind of type that worries nonstop over every little thing."

"Yeah well, when you can't see you kind of have a real reason to worry!" Bella tried to pull himself out of the black mud, but he slipped and fell back in. "Can I get out of here yet?" He didn't even care about the heat of the mud; his body seemed to adjust to the heat.

"I suppose you have been in there long enough. Okay, come on out." The dryder walked over to Bella and helped pull him free of the mud. "The good news is this is a special mud. No drying or bathing required to get it off you!"

Bella tried to brush the mud off his body, but he felt his hands rub on his skin instead. He looked down at his body and noticed how much grayer his body was. "But it's still stuck on me! My skin isn't this color!"

"It is now!" The dryder said happily. "Take all the time you need to feel it before we move on to your feet."

Bella looked down at his skin. He noticed feminine curves to his body and full gray skin that had a rougher texture to it. He gave himself a pinch and winced. 'If nothing else, that should have woken me up.' He thought to himself. Although if he did wake up like this, he couldn't go out into public anymore. From his blood red hair and stalks to his grayed body, he looked less and less human.

"Whenever you're ready, let's move on to the next room." The dryer opened up a door for Bella.

Bella glanced back at the door he came from. He wanted to run out away from her, but he doubted he would get far. In addition, he was curious what else the spa had to offer. He walked over to the door and glanced in the next room. He couldn't get a good look before the dryder pushed him in.

The next room had multiple chairs with straps for the arms and legs. The chairs reminded Bella of the ones at the salon, although he noticed small spikes on these chairs as well, there was also a metal headpiece with cords that went into a large machine. Bella didn't need too much imagination to know someone made the headpieces to electrify someone. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope! They look very lovely, don't you think? Have a seat and we'll get started."

Bella walked over to one of the chairs and looked down at the small spikes. The spikes were no bigger than a few inches in length, but he could see the shine, as well as just how sharp every one of them were. 'You know what? Fuck it. This is a dream. I'm either going to feel nothing, or I'm going to wake up from the pain they give.' Bella thought to himself. He remembered he had his body hair pulled earlier, and while that was painful, it didn't wake him up. He could only hope this would be different. "Fine." Bella put his arm on one armrest, and then crawled onto the chair. He gently placed his body over the spikes. He felt the pokes on his back, but nothing more. "God, these things feel like they came out of a horror movie."

"I'll take that as a compliment." The dryder wasted no time in strapping Bella in place. "The spikes are supposed to be a relaxing feeling for your back once I turn the vibration on." She pressed a button on a device attached to the chair.

"Wait!" It was too late. Bella felt the chair vibrating along with the spikes on his back. He feared the spikes would dig into his flesh, and while he felt pokes on his back, he didn't feel any pain, only pleasure. "Uhn." He was afraid to struggle at the restraints. He didn't want the spikes to penetrate his body. The spikes looked rusty and old, but he could feel the sharpness on his back.

"Now don't you feel much better?" The dryder grinned wickedly. "Just wait until I get to work on those feet of yours. They'll look as good as mine!"

"Dammit, stop talking about my feet like you have some kind of foot fetish." Bella held still in fear of what the spikes might do to his body. He hated to admit it felt good, and he didn't feel himself bleeding, though he feared that might change.

"How many times do I have to tell you about relaxing?" The dryder gently grabbed one of Bella's gray feet. "Hold still and we'll be done before you know it." She pulled out a bucket that resembled a paint can, although in black it read 'Tar' on the label.

"What is that?" Bella eyed the can on the floor. He saw the black interior and a paintbrush that laid on top of the can. He also saw smoke sizzle from the top of the bubbling liquid.

"It's what the label says, it's tar." The dryder rolled her eyes. "Relax. Just how new to being a demon 'are' you?" She dipped the brush into the tar, and then slapped it on Bella's foot.

Bella knew he felt the black mud from earlier rough on his skin, but this tar was on a new level of heat. The heat wasn't enough to harm Bella, but the warmth from it was undeniable. "Get that shit off of me." Bella shouted.

"Hah, that's a demonic shout if I ever heard one. Your voice is a little too low though." The dryder continued to smother Bella's feet in the black tar until his feet were unrecognizable. The dryder then started to shape the tar. "What will get you to calm down? Do you need your husband in here?"

Bella huffed. The dryder's hands on his feet felt good, but he wouldn't admit it. "He's not my husband." He said in a huff, although he found Balam very attractive.

"Well I suppose you are missing the wedding ring." The dryder chuckled. "But I can see it in your red eyes. You very much love him."

Bella wanted to deny it. He felt his stalks frown with him. The more he thought about Balam though, the more aroused he felt. He felt his cock twitch eagerly as he wondered about Balam. "Change the subject already. What are you doing down there?" He watched as the dryder reshaped the tar. His feet looked more like hooves underneath the tar rather than normal looking feet, and they felt very different too.

"Just making your feet look perfect. We can do your nails next." The dryder smiled. "Maybe not with tar though. I'm thinking of a chainsaw manicure."

"I'd ask if you'd actually use a chainsaw, but I'm afraid to know the answer." Bella felt calmer. The tar didn't feel painful at all. In fact, he couldn't feel anything below his ankles, although that worried him a bit. "Let me guess, you're transforming my feet in the same manner you changed my body."

"You're acting pretty casual about it if you're assuming I am." The dryder replied. "Tell me, what do you know about demons?"

"Less than I should for being in Hell." Bella replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Well, you know many humans often don't 'stay' humans down here. They have a demonic form, and you're no different. Sometimes, that form can be another gender entirely."

Bella thought it made some sense. On Earth, people evolved in a very slow manner, but their bodies could only do so much. In the afterlife, bodies were likely much more malleable. Where humans may only have less than 100 years to adjust to changes in their bodies, angels and demons had eons. "I guess, but there's a problem with that; I never died."

"How do you know? You know there are stories out there that talk about how there are ghosts in the world that don't think they died." The dryder flicked a finger on Bella's feet as she began to scrape the tar off. "You could very well be dead and not even know it."

Bella couldn't argue with that. There were stories out there, usually horror ones, where someone died and didn't know it. He knew those stories weren't true, but it is a bit hard to ask someone who died what they went through. "And Balam?" Bella couldn't feel his feet. He looked down and noticed the black tar clung firmly to him in a shape that looked nothing like human feet.

"Dear, I don't have the answer to everything; I'm just a spa attendant." The dryder pulled out a hammer and gave Bella's feet a tap with it. "Can you feel this?"

"No?" Bella asked concernedly.

"Good! Then your feet are all done and changed."

"What?" Bella looked down at his feet. His feet looked far more like two pointed cloven hooves. He saw there was a sharp end at the heel. "I can't walk with feet like these!"

"It's called high-heels, baby." The dryder released Bella from his restraints. "Try it!"

Bella stumbled forward. He felt forced to keep his arches up as his new hooves forced him to be. He wished he could say the dryder surprised him by changing his feet into such demonic hooves, and with a hint of sexual appeal at that, but not exactly sex appeal towards most women. Each step he felt his ass sway, not because he wanted to, but because his hooves forced him to. "This is so degrading."

"More like sexy." The dryder smacked Bella's back. "Come on! We still have to do your nails! You want the chainsaw manicure?"

"You're really serious with the chainsaw?" Bella followed the dryder, though he stumbled more than once with his high-heel hooves. If he couldn't be out in the world before, he definitely couldn't now. No shoes would fit his new hooves, let alone socks. 'How long must this nightmare keep going?' He thought to himself. He had to remind himself that he was asleep. Everything still felt so real.

"Why would I joke around with something like that? Everyone loves the chainsaw manicure! Well, or they're not around to talk bad about it afterwards."

Bella grimaced at the dryder. "Is there an option for just a normal manicure?" He'd prefer not to have one at all, but he had to think of something to buy time. He wanted to wake up. His body felt so different from head to hoof. He felt feminine, and he looked the part. He lacked tits, and he still had his cock, but he wondered for how much longer that might be. He just hoped the manicure didn't involve changing either of those.

The dryder led Bella down a corridor colored black and white. "For the completely boring," The dryder rolled her eyes. "We have a standard manicure and pedicure for the hooves." She opened one door that didn't have any indication of being there in the first place. The doorway revealed another chair with various leather straps, but no spikes. Beside the chair there sat an array of tools one might use to sharpen blades. There was also the chainsaw the dryder mentioned, covered in blood.

Bella gulped at the sight of the bloody chainsaw. He noticed all sorts of other tools as well, including an old-fashioned grindstone. "Demons really use all that stuff to sharpen their uh...fingernails?"

"Claws too." The dryder pushed Bella inside, right to the chair to be precise. "Just like the ones you're going to get."

Bella looked down at his gray hands. He saw his nails, but it was hard to tell where his nails ended and his finger began. The colors looked almost identical. He gave one finger a tap, just to double check that he could still feel. He stumbled as the dryder pushed him, but with a defeated sigh, he got into the chair. 'Any minute now I'm going to wake up and be done. They're going to stop transforming me.' He thought to himself. He tried to form a grimace, but his lips didn't want to move down with him. He felt a smile on his lips, no matter how hard he tried to frown. "Did you do something to my face muscles too?"

"Well, I was considering a full body massage once we were done here." The dryder strapped Bella's legs and torso in, but not his arms. She pulled one arm to the grindstone, and began to spin it. "You still look 'so' tense."

"It's a little hard 'not' to be tense in a place like this!" Bella breathed heavily and quickly. He looked around at the scenery, but it was hard to describe. The entire scenario felt like a dream, because it was a dream. He wanted to keep telling himself nothing really mattered here, nothing would change, but he woke up every time. 'I'm not going to sleep after this I swear. I know the movies they 'have' to sleep eventually, but there has to be something I have to do to avoid this.' He thought to himself. He knew he wasn't getting out of the manicure now. He wanted to kick himself for being so compliant, but he couldn't think of anything else to do.

The dryder put Bella's fingertips gently on the grindstone and grinded away. It looked as if she were grinding a blade to the stone as sparks flew from Bella's fingers. "You're just not used to Hell. How long have you been here for?"

Bella knew he hadn't been down here for long, but that didn't help his situation. He felt a tingling sensation in his hands as the dryder sharpened his fingertips. "That's not the point!"

"That's EXACTLY the point. You're not used to seeing the sights of Hell. There's so much more Balam isn't exposing you to, you're sheltered." The dryder sharpened Bella's nails, and then grabbed his other hand. "Why, you haven't seen the upside down room with the floating bodies or any of those other horrific sights."

"I'm afraid to ask. What, is this becoming a horror show now?" Bella looked at the hand the dryder sharpened, and his eyes widened. He couldn't believe the changes she made so quickly. His nails didn't look shorter. His nails actually looked much longer and sharper, like very sharp claws. He tapped his chin with it. "This is a human hand?"

"It's a demon hand, just like the rest of your body will be." The dryder said as she did the exact same treatment to his other hand. The change was painless. In fact, Bella couldn't feel anything at all except a tingling sensation from the changed claws. "Now, one more thing before we're finished."

Bella grimaced at the dryder. He looked at his other hand, and then watched the monstrous spider woman walk to a counter. He didn't even see the counter from before. Dreams seemed to add and subtract things at will, or maybe it was just how Hell worked. He didn't even think about the heat that came from the underworld. "What are you doing? I don't want a massage from a massive 500 pound demon man if that's your idea."

"You really are no fun, you know that?" The dryder held up a bloody red face with two eye holes and a cut on the lips. "Just wear this." The dryder smacked the face on Bella and tied down his arms.

"Ack!" Bella hated the sensation of the mask. The mask was warm, sticky, and drippy. The mask almost resembled that of a real human face. He wanted to talk, but the face kept his mouth sealed. Worse yet, he felt his lips shifting underneath the mask. "Mph! MPH!"

"Even with a mask you don't shut up." The dryder rolled her eyes. "This change will be finished soon, so just sit back, relax, and listen to some music." The dryder pulled out a remote. "I'm thinking something calm." She pressed a button, and heavy metal suddenly blared loudly.

Bella shut his eyes as he heard the blaring music. He knew it would do nothing to help, but he wasn't sure what else to do. As he closed his eyes, he felt as if the world of Hell became surreal. He opened one eye and noticed everything seemed so much more distorted. Everything had a 'pulled tall' look to it, and that was the only way he could best describe it. He cracked a smile, literally as his face cracked. He closed his eyes again and remembered how he 'had' to have been in a dream.

Maybe the mask distorted things, or maybe it was something else, but as he focused, and with the help of the 'calming' music, the music faded, and the mask on Bella's face vanished. He heard nothing but a soft fan, and the only thing that kept him in place was a thick blanket. He let out a soft sigh. He was back in his bedroom.

Bella pulled the covers free and looked down at his new hooves. His face felt incredibly different as well. He felt as if he were smiling constantly, yet no matter how hard he tried to move his facial muscles, he couldn't. He pulled himself out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to look at his face.

Bella still had his blood red eyes with a black slit down the center. The center of his eyes were a brighter red than the outer was. He saw what looked like permanent black eyeliner surround his eyes, and then he saw his lips. His lips curled into a sick smile and revealed fangs he didn't even know he had. He tried to frown in the mirror, and while his eyebrows arched down with his hair stalks, his smile stuck. He then tried a look of anger.

His eyebrows tilted inward and his hair stalks curled up and looked like two demonic horns, but his smile stayed. "I can't get rid of this stupid face!" He shouted from frustration. He left the bathroom with a huff. He heard the clip-clop of his hooves with every step he made on hardwood. It still felt awkward to balance himself properly on his hooves. 'I keep transforming more and more in my sleep. I can't go out like this anymore. I'm staying up all night. I don't care! I'm part demon now or something, so I should be able to manage that.'

Bella tried to spend his day at home ignoring his form, but every time he saw his reflection, he felt reminded of Balam and the demonic world below, and he couldn't erase that smile, no matter how hard he tried. He noticed the fangs underneath too, something that likely came because of that mask, but he wasn't sure how. He ended up ordering pizza for dinner using a 'contactless' delivery option where the driver would just leave the pizza at the door. He came to a point where he could offer a tip, but he immediately declined. He normally gave a tip, but this time he didn't. He felt more evil deep down.

Bella wasn't sure what he should do throughout the day, much less the night. His house was quiet as he lived alone. Once his pizza and soda arrived, he spent time eating that and looking outside, though he kept seeing his reflection in the window. He put one clawed hand up to the glass, and then he looked down at his body. He hadn't bothered changing out of his pajamas. He wished he could cover himself up more. He wasn't just humiliated in this kind of body, but he also felt cold.

Bella spent the rest of the day watching television and looking on the computer. He'd occasionally look up information about demons, but none of it was helpful. He looked up definitions of Hell, but everyone described it as a 'horrible place' except those that parodied it to be a more casual place. "Parodying Hell, how low can you get. Literally." Bella scoffed. He wanted to try to relax, but he just couldn't. Every time his hands stretched out in front of him, he saw the hairless gray color of his arms, and the long claws that were now his fingers and nails.

Nighttime arrived before Bella knew what hit him. His time awake felt so surreal compared to his time in Hell. He had no desire to sleep though. He was going to stay up for as long as he could. He had a feeling it would be fruitless, but he didn't want to fall asleep and have Balam take him to a place that would transform him again. He already felt attracted to Balam in ways he knew he shouldn't have before, and along with his face forced into a smile, he could tell it also had a feminine appearance to it, much like the rest of his body. Hell hadn't changed enough to be female, but he had an androgynous appearance below his face.

The night went by much slower for Bella, but it was much more boring. Television became far less interesting around three in the morning when all he noticed were advertisements for products which he had no interest in whatsoever, and there were no real shows to watch. There was always the internet, but he couldn't focus on where he wanted to go on the internet, which made it hard for him to browse anything in the first place.

Bella let out a yawn and got up from his computer chair. He wished he could think of more interesting things to do. He wanted to go outside, but he couldn't in his new body. He stretched at an empty spot in his room and blinked a few times. As he blinked, he swore he saw a figure at his doorway, one that looked 'very' much like Balam. The figure was only there for a moment before it vanished and there was nothing there anymore. "I must be seeing things."

Bella sat back down at his chair and stared at his computer screen. His web browser was set to the search page, but he had no clue what to do with it. His thoughts focused on Balam's form, and he felt his cock throb. "I guess masturbating is a thing I can do too." He said to himself. "That'll keep me awake briefly." He lowered his pants and gently stroked his cock slowly. His shaft was something he never really focused on every time he went into Hell. He did think about Balam's sex now and then, and it made him wonder how stacked a demon like him was.

Bella tried to look up pictures of pornography on the internet. It wasn't hard to find porn on the internet, but he couldn't masturbate effectively with most of it. The pictures that used to interest him and the stories he once liked now felt less interesting. He thought about Balam and remembered that gray body of his, the same color that Bella now had. He remembered his purple eyes and horns. He looked evil yes, but Balam had an elegant charm that made Bella think he must have been very attractive before Hell.

Bella felt his shaft pulse and throb gently when he thought of Balam. He looked over to the door again and swore he saw Balam again, but this time naked. He stared blankly at the form at the door and saw Balam's massive dark gray cock with a light pink tip pulse between his legs. There was no question Balam beat Bella in size. "What are you doing here?" he rubbed his eyes, and Balam vanished again.

'Am I just imagining things? There's no way he's here. He's in Hell, and I'm on Earth. I haven't fallen asleep yet.' He thought to himself. He rubbed his eyes and looked back to his bed. 'I can't masturbate to thoughts about Balam, can I?' He thought to himself. The more he thought about Balam's muscular body, the more aroused he felt. "D-dammit. He's changing me more than just physically. I'm not into men that way."

Bella suddenly felt something warm on his shoulder. He looked down at his shoulder and saw a gray claw that looked just like Balam's. "You're here, aren't you? How the hell did you get here?" Bella didn't get an answer. He felt a serpentine tongue brush up against his neck and it sent shivers down his spine. His shaft throbbed to life, and it felt ready to cum just from the touch of what Bella swore was Balam.

"My wife...finish your transformation and become my wife, become Bella." A voice whispered in Bella's ear.

Bella couldn't tell where his ears were, but as he heard the whisper, he shivered. His cock leaked his seed as pressure built. He felt his body develop curves with every small leak of his cock. "But...I'm not..." he grunted and thrust his shaft forward.

"Don't deny it." The voice said quietly. "Become my wife." Bella felt a hand squeeze his rear.

Bella gasped as he suddenly came in his pants. He felt his chest push out slightly, as well as something sprout out from above his changing rear. The orgasm was short, but when it finished, he looked more feminine than before, and he couldn't deny it. Even his Adam's apple had pushed in more, and his voice was higher pitched.

Bella felt his throat with his free hand, and then his chest. He let out a soft moan at the increased sensitivity. His chest was no doubt an 'A' cup by now, and along with his rear and tail that grew, his cock shrank by at least a few inches, though it was still erect and throbbing, and also soaked with his seed.

"Become my wife." The voice repeated softly. Two claws reached out and squeezed Bella's breast only moments after Bella let go from it.

"S-stop it Balam." Bella moaned out. He reached up to grab Balam's hands, but they vanished when he tried to touch them. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he felt horrified. He wasn't asleep, so how was Balam able to interact with him? He knew he was incredibly tired though, so tired it was hard to stay awake, but he kept trying. He was ready to grab a cigarette and put the lit end to his shoulder, just to shoot him awake, but that felt incredibly desperate.

"But this is what husbands and wives do. You don't have to go anywhere today, just lay back, relax, and finish your change. Become the wife you were meant to be." The voice spoke in greater clarity.

Bella let out another gasp. His smaller cock continued to throb just as heavily as before. He felt another pressure grow between his legs, but he grit his fangs. He would have grimaced if he had the capability, but he just kept his huge smile. "F-fuck!" He came again. His already soaked underwear grew even wetter as his cock pumped out his seed. He felt his breast expand and grow underneath his claws, his ass and tail grow, and his cock shrink another few inches. His body already changed to look so demonic, and with every time he came, he looked more like a female demon. "I don't want to be a woman Balam! I'll marry you, but don't make me a woman!" he cried out in a voice that sounded more like a female than a male.

"But you already are a woman spiritually." Balam replied. "And no need to joke about marriage. You're already my wife. You just have to finish it." His claws gently went down to Bella's pants and pulled them down to his knees.

Bella felt as if a ghost undressed him. His pants fell down, and he pulled down his underwear shortly after. He felt humiliated, but at the same time, he felt a sense of arousal. His slim legs looked feminine, complete with the high heel hooves he also possessed. He tossed off his shirt and felt a sense of relief as his tits bounced freely. "D-dammit Balam." Bella mumbled. "How are you doing this?"

"You don't have to be 'fully' asleep for me to be here." Balam teased. "Just enough to feel like you're asleep is perfectly acceptable." His hands squeezed Bella's tits again. "Now, finish your change. You know you want it."

Bella didn't feel right in many ways. The most horrific way he didn't feel right as his cock felt as if it didn't belong on him, and he knew that shouldn't have been true. He felt his tail swish behind him and glanced back at it. Behind that plush ass of his, his tail was slim and gray, though the tip of the tail had red fur. It almost reminded him of the tail a succubus might have, just that the tail had fur that made the spaded tip at the end. While he could also feel Balam, he couldn't see him most of the time. He pulled himself up and quivered. He reached down and felt his cock, now pathetically small. "D-dammit. I'm not a woman."

"Your mouth says no, but your body says yes." Balam stroked a claw just underneath Bella's smaller testicles. "What do you call this then?"

Bella was afraid to reach back, but with one of his own claws, he slowly did. He felt a very slim opening just at the base of his balls, and he gasped. He knew no man could ever have that. It felt almost as if he could just push his testicles in there, but he refrained. "T-this...this is...it can't be."

"But it is." Balam stroked Bella's body. "Cum for me one more time and rid yourself of those testicles. You don't need them."

Bella imagined his body without testicles and his cock. His body had the curves of a beautiful demoness already. His breast was at least a C cup, and it continued to swell. He even thought of himself as a female more and more to the point where he almost referred to himself as a 'she' as he thought about his body. "I can't." He grabbed his tits. "I'm...I'm not a demon." His fanged smile stuck with him, and his hair stalks curled in pleasure.

"Just look at yourself. You 'are' a demon." Balam appeared and kissed Bella's cheek. "And you're the most attractive female demon out there."

Bella looked down at himself and saw his tits push out to a D cup. He held his chest and moaned again. Nothing even touched his cock, but he felt full and ready to burst. With a moan that sounded very feminine, he came once more. His cock pumped and pulsed his seed freely into the open, although he didn't have much seed to give. His testicles pulled into the new opening between his legs, and his shaft shrunk in both length and width. His cock didn't completely vanish, but it was now nothing but a small nub that looked like it was a swollen clit.

"Just look at yourself now. You're almost ready for this." Balam brushed the tip of his cock over Bella's new feminine lips. There was no denying it now, Bella changed from male, to female.

Bella jumped at the sensation of a warm throbbing cock against her cunt. She turned around and noticed Balam was no longer there. She looked down, but her massive chest was now in the way of seeing anything between her legs, and she dared not feel what was down there either, though even feeling her chest made her feel almost ready to orgasm. She tried to stop touching her tits, but it was hard. She couldn't believe the size of her breast. "Balam..." Bella mumbled.

"You feel it, don't you? The burning desire in your body needs Hell, doesn't it?"

Bella knew she didn't feel right in the world she was in now. Ever since her first dream in Hell, the world didn't feel right. She felt as if she didn't belong on Earth. Her dream in Hell, while surreal, felt far more comforting than Earth. She wasn't sure if she died, and she didn't want to know. She held her tits gently again, and gasped as her clit let loose a bit more of her seed as it shrank down to a normal sized clit with her new nether lips, perfect for Balam's cock, and she knew it. "Yes..." she said quietly. She didn't feel defeated. She felt a desire; a desire only Balam could sate.

A large portal opened. This portal led to a familiar setting, and that was Balam's bedroom. Balam laid in bed naked, his large cock pulsing with arousal, eager for his wife. "Then come." Balam waved one claw to Bella with a large smile on his face. "Join me in bed. Let us begin our new lives together forever as husband and wife, no longer just a dream, but a reality."

Bella realized that Balam's face never frowned either. Just like Bella, Balam smiled permanently. Bella hesitated, but her body wanted, no, it needed Balam. She had to have this muscular sexy demon. Bella crawled through the open portal and left her human life behind. She wasn't sure if she fell asleep without realizing it. In fact, she felt so tired she wasn't entirely sure what happened. All she hoped for was that she didn't want to come back to Earth.

On the other side of the portal, Balam smiled at Bella. "Are you ready my love?"

Bella nodded slowly and eagerly. With a smile on her face, a genuine smile even though her face was stuck that way, she crawled on top of the naked Balam and gave him a loving kiss.

And so, the two lived happily ever after as a demonic couple in Hell.