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Mouthing Off

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A subtle vibration began to build, traveling along the long elevated tracks, radiating into the old brick buildings. It kicked up particles of dust that danced in the milky afternoon light that poured through milky windows into the modest apartment. The vibration grew to a shimmy and shake, objects starting to skitter and dance on shelves and cabinets. The light dimmed suddenly as the N-line train rumbled past and the vibrations began to fall again, never dissipating completely but subsiding enough to be ignored. Snow drifted on air currents outside, already gray before it hit the sooty ground. Ice clung to the metal scaffolding that held up the elevated rail lines. It would have been a bitter cold day if Chris had been anywhere else, but in his apartment it was always hot and humid.

The economy had been in shambles far longer than Chris had been alive. It had become a tired joke that the former middle class just continued to live with their parents for the rest of time while those that were less well to do were forced to fend for themselves. Chris had been born on the wrong side of the tracks and he'd had to seek refuge in the progressively worse sides of town until he'd wound up in an apartment situated over a literal hellmouth. More than half the occupants were demons, but they generally got a bad rap. They'd been decent enough to him and the rent was survivable. Sure, it was hot enough to cook eggs without a stove in summer, and sure it always smelled like sulfur or skunk spray… Yes, there was a perennial problem with otherworldly fungus growing in the stairwells and yes, the delivery boys that came to bring them food usually left with a little less of their souls than they'd started with, but…. Chris growled a little, trying to remember where his train of thought had been going.

Sitting in his boxers and a tank top, Chris's fingers clicked and tapped their way across the controller he held, his brown eyes glued to the latest DLC for Soul Forge. On the screen a massive gryphon was fighting an Eastern Dragon, claws and wings gnashing and slashing. The twenty five year old's neck length brown hair was greasy and unwashed, the stubble on his cheeks and chin starting to reach the point of being considered a beard. His toes curled and uncurled beneath his desk, his posture rather atrocious for someone that would in a few years be thirty. He didn't care. Any time away from work was time well spent.

There was a scrape and a click as the apartment's door was unlocked, easing open before a large, full figured young man entered. Two black horns rose up through holes cut out of an old tattered baseball cap and fiber optic spikes dangled from piercings in pointed ears. Wes's greasy black hair was down to his shoulders and his smile was full of sharp dagger-like teeth. Orange eyes glittered with glee and a short, bushy goatee hung down from his broad, fat chin. Despite getting a 6XL shirt for work, the fabric still cupped his ample man boobs and a belly the size of a beach ball. Thick arms came out of the sleeves, covered in tattoos and ending in blunt, thick claws. He wore baggy black sweatpants that did little to hide the inhuman erection he always sported and two thick cloven hooves emerged from the base, scuffed and rugged. A long, spade tipped red tail coiled up to re-lock the apartment door behind him.

“Dude, I got promoted!" Wes grinned, his mouth equally happy as it was dangerous.

“Really? That's fantastic dude!" Chris said, pausing his game before he stood up, crossing the apartment on bare feet, “We should celebrate!" he said before pausing, “What… uh, exactly does a promotion mean for you anyway?" he asked. Wes chuckled at that, going to the fridge. He opened it up and rooted around before pulling out one bottle of a black slimy substance and one bottle of beer, handing Chris the beer before he used a claw to pop the cap on his own bottle. He tipped it back, gulping down the syrup-like substance before he exhaled with a sigh of relief.

“It means I can start tainting souls directly. No more leading them to their own dark decisions, no more crossing my horns and hoping they'll do the wrong thing." Wes said. Chris bit his bottom lip a little, thinking about the sad state of the world and what it would be like to take an active role in it. Then again, things had been bad far before the demons arrived and humans often made worse impacts on the world than the demons did. Chris decided to focus on the positive, raising his beer.

“Well congratulations, you're going to be an active participant in your own destiny." Chris offered.

“Fuck yeah, dude." Wes said happily, taking another swig of his swill before he set the bottle down and started peeling off his shirt. Chris all but froze, watching the tight fabric reveal that full, jiggling, rotund belly. As it lifted up, it revealed Wes's particular demonic trait. Bisecting the belly, crossing roughly where a human's belly button would have been, was a jagged and monstrous mouth. The belly skin came together with tight, thin lips, but inside was another set of dangerous fangs, a wickedly large tongue, a uvula, a throat, and all the appropriate accessories. Wes called it his belly-mouth, and said sitting on top of a hell mouth had felt just like home. Chris had found a morbid fascination in it and Wes had been a bit relieved. In fact, he'd been rather amused at how the human had fixated on it. Chris sipped from his own beer, glancing between the swirling contents of the bottle and his undressing roommate, his widening eyes betraying the nonchalance he tried to adopt in the moment.

"I guess you've earned getting to make yourself more comfortable," the human smirked. It wasn't uncommon for him to remark on the demon's anatomy, an attempt to make it a more normal, everyday part of his life. As his eyes fixed on those massive fangs, though, the practice didn't suppress an instinctive shudder running down his spine, the shiver of prey observing a natural predator. There was also that other, somehow more shameful response--his pudgy thighs squirming against each other as a heat kindled in his sack.

“I mean, it is hot as Hades in here…" Wes chuckled, lowering the bottle of black slime down. His lower, larger mouth closed around the rim of the bottle as he tipped it back and Chris got a first person view of the viscous black slime draining down into the demon's stomach directly. As Wes pulled the bottle away, the broad, thick tongue licked his stomach clean before slithering back into its hiding place.

Chris's eyes remained locked on the underside of the bottle as Wes served his lower mouth its share of his drink, another shiver jumping through him as he witnessed the fat muscle emerge from and then recede into darkness. “Th-thought you'd be used to it by now," the human teased, a slight quiver catching in his voice as he tried to steady his quickening heartbeat, “Y-you, um, got any plans to celebrate the good news?" Wes leaned his head back, reaching up to scratch at his goatee in thought.

“We've already had pizza a few times this week… Maybe something better?" he considered, “What do humans do to celebrate stuff?" he asked, his hand drifting down to adjust the almost obscene bulge in his pants without realizing it. Chris's eyes expanded like dinner plates as the meaty hand shifted the heavy bulge, his legs squirming again for a moment before he fixated on the question as a welcome distraction. His expression sheepish as his head snapped back up to look at Wes directly, he explained,

“W-well, uh, if we had a little more money, I'd say we go out and get a beer or something, have a steak, something nice like that? You're stuck with me, though, so maybe getting something delivered would work," his lips pulling back in a more playful grin, “It's your special night, though, so I don't know how much of a say I should get."

“I mean you make everyday special and break up the monotony. I'd probably just veg out, jacking off on the couch if you weren't here." Wes chuckled.

The demon's characteristic mix of bluntness and sincerity made Chris bark out a laugh, his cheeks flushing slightly as he felt himself stiffening. He'd never thought of himself as the type of person to be attracted to somebody like Wes–demon or no–but there had always been something about his roommate that made his eyes settle on him a few seconds longer than they otherwise might, that made his words repeat in his mind at night as he tried to sleep. “I don't know, when you put it like that, I'm not sure if you're happy or disappointed that I'm here," Chris retorted. The demon's orange eyes widened in shock.

“Dude, I didn't mean it like that. I'm really glad you're here! You're the best roommate I've ever had…" He said earnestly. As far as being a demon went, it seemed that Wes often missed the subtext. The larger male's reaction made Chris both chuckle a little and soften his expression, taking a step closer to the demon as he set his hand on the side of his arm and assured,

“I wasn't being serious, man–I j-just meant, like, you deserve a good night doing what you want. Even if it's just vegging out and jerking off," his cheeks becoming warmer as his tone became slightly bashful. Wes's earnestness always had a way of making him say more than he usually meant to. Despite his sharp teeth, Wes's face curved into a soft, warm smile. He grabbed Chris and pulled him into a strong armed hug. The embrace was tight, the demon smelling of sweat and sulfur. Added to it, Chris felt an unusual gurgling coming from Wes's belly mouth as it pressed against his own stomach.

“See, this really is why you're the best, bro." Wes said softly, going so far as to kiss Chris's cheek before he abruptly let him go and moved over to grab his cell phone, “I'm going to order us a feast for tonight!" he grinned happily.

Chris was totally unprepared for the sudden embrace, his body stiffening at first before relaxing against the demon's warm, soft mass. That pungent, hellish musk had historically been one of the major 'cons' of living with Wes, but in that moment, it was both exciting and reassuring, powerful in a way that made his cock throb. And then he felt the thick, wiry hairs on the demon's chin brush against his cheek, the impossibly warm lips quickly following, and Chris's shaft was quickly straining against the front of his mesh shorts. Still staggered from the move, he watched Wes shift away, stunned–but also finding himself wishing the moment had lasted longer. “Wh-what, um, what's on the m-menu?" the human stammered bashfully, feeling almost drunk on Wes' exuberance.

“Well, I was thinking about Brimstone hot wings… But those take a while to deliver. But maybe the delivery boy will be hot and won't mind giving up a little bit of his soul in exchange for a good tip." Wes chuckled happily. He leaned over to start checking what other items were still left in the fridge, his ample ass on display as his spaded demonic tail swayed back and forth almost hypnotically.

Chris chuckled anxiously about Wes's joking remark, but he had long ago been numbed to the harshest sting of such comments–daily life made getting worked up about it feel like being upset about a leaky faucet on the Titanic. How much of his own soul had been chipped at and torn away? At this point, what did it matter?

“Those are usually too spicy for me, but it's your special night, if that's what you're really craving, I'll suffer through it for you," Chris replied playfully. Normally Wes was oblivious, drifting through life like a leaf on the wind, but every so often the clouds would part and a beam of light would pierce through. The demon seemed to rise up slowly, looking back over his shoulder with a strange, almost hungry expression. He was quiet as he seemed to contemplate, a slow grin crossing his face.

“You know what, actually…" Wes considered, “Maybe I could use a little practice for my new job, make sure I'm really up to the challenge." he considered. As he stood there, nervously sipping at his beer and watching his roommate's ponderous backside, seeing that more charged look turn around over Wes's shoulder made Chris's blood run cold. His feet felt stuck to the floor, his heart racing as that instinctive fear pumped through his body, yet none of it was enough to feel a conscious suspicion or threat from the demon.

“P-practice?" the human gulped.

“Yeah, I mean… I gotta practice corrupting humans directly." Wes said, grinning a little, “I probably have been doing it accidentally for a while, but if I'm going to do it for real I better get more focused. Like, we might have to break some taboos and stuff." he considered, reaching up to scratch his goatee again, “Like what we were saying before. Human roommates don't usually jack off together or whatever, right?"

As Chris listened, he felt himself being pulled in two directions–his instinctive dread at Wes's clear implication, his fear of the consequences, and yet, he also felt compelled in the other way, to explore that curiosity he'd always felt about his roommate's world, and indulge in the part of himself that enjoyed the hungry look the demon was giving him. “W-well, um, no, that's right…" the human conceded, his face burning with shame while at the same time a growing stain formed at the front of his shorts, his aching cock grinding against the mesh.

“And they really wouldn't give each other blow jobs, right?" Wes asked thoughtfully. With his shirt off, Chris very clearly saw the belly mouth's tongue licking its lips at the idea.

The base display of carnal hunger drew an audible huffing groan out of the human, his thighs squirming again as he found it increasingly difficult to meet his friend in the eye. “W-well, um, n-no, I would d-definitely say that's crossing the 'roommate' line," he replied with a nervous laugh, not sure if he was hoping or fearing what seemed to be happening.

“And, of course, humans need some incentive for such things, a little give and take…" Wes said, nodding to himself, “How about… I'll cover your half of the rent this month if you let me get in a little practice?" he asked hopefully, reaching up to idly rub at one of his fat, pierced nipples. Wes's offer activated another of Chris's base needs–making his account reach balance by the first of the month was an ordeal every single time, and the thought of a momentary reprieve seemed like a miracle.

“I-I, um… You're really being serious here, bro?" the human asked in an almost timid tone, clearly past the bluster and jokes and at the point of real consideration. Wes nodded slowly, finding the point of his left canine with his tongue.

“For once I am. I think it could really get me ahead, and I think it could be fun for you too. You haven't really gotten to see all the tricks and stuff I use at work." Wes grinned.

“Fun, huh?" Chris repeated with a wry chuckle, but his eyes were soft by the time he finally managed to look back up at Wes's burning gaze. “I mean, the thought scares the hell outta me if I'm being honest, but… I-I'm also… curious, I g-guess?" his voice catching on his admission, “It doesn't… hurt, or anything, right? Could anything bad happen?"

“Well, I mean, you're giving up a piece of your soul but… I promise it feels amazing. A lot of the corruption division focuses on making sure the process is enjoyable." Wes smirked. Chris snorted at the demon's response, Wes's response seeming to loosen up his posture a little, make it easier for the human to look him in the eye.

“It's… scary to think about, but… I dunno, man, for a 'soulless demon' you've been way more decent, and just, like, a good friend than a lotta people with supposed souls have. So what's it really matter?" he decided with a smirk. Wes seemed to hesitate slightly.

“You sure? I mean, I don't want to force you into anything." Wes said, although his belly started to growl with a deep seeded hunger of its own.

“Maybe a lotta people would say it's stupid of me, but… I trust you, dude. I know you wouldn't just use me and… be rid of me, y'know? Whatever happens to me, you'd have my back and try to show me the ropes," Chris explained with a shrug. For all of his sincere curiosity about demons and their mysteries, the most appealing aspect of Wes's proposal–apart from the money–was that sense of connection between the two of them, something he hadn't realized until then he wanted. Wes looked around the apartment a bit as if to check for onlookers before he looked back into Chris's eyes.

“Just tell me if it's too much and I'll stop. I promise, I won't toss you away, either. Who else would put up with me wandering around half dressed all the time?" Wes chuckled. As tense as he felt, Wes's little joke made Chris laugh louder, his expression becoming more playful as he teased softly,

“I'm starting to see how you got that promotion–you're not too bad at this." Setting his empty beer bottle aside on the counter, and ignoring his body's instincts to the contrary, he took a few steps forward, grasping at the side of Wes' massive hand with his own as he joked, “Besides, I was serious when I said you deserve to get to do what you want tonight."

“I just wanted to check first cause what I want to do tonight might be a slippery slope." Wes said, his eyes practically pouring into Chris with interest. It was as if every passing heartbeat was adding just a little more to the demon's muscle, his fat, his gravity and magnetism. Wes liked that Chris was getting closer to him of his own volition and reached down to adjust his bulging tent again almost invitingly. As Chris got closer, that same smell of sweat and sulfur seemed to be more potent, but there was something else added to the mix… a savory aroma, one that was rather hard to place.

An audible moan slipped out of the human as he observed Wes's frame–and presence–shudder outwards, getting somehow even bigger than it already had been. “F-fuck, dude, I-I didn't know you could do this!" Chris remarked in disbelief, his awe in the moment, along with that alluring musk, drawing his steps closer and closer. The human's eyes were enormous, almost dazed as Wes's augmented charisma made it impossible for him to look at–or even think–of anything else. The demon's gaze was captivating - so much so that it took Chris a moment too long to realize that he had suddenly moved forward.

One large, meaty arm wrapped around Chris's head, pulling him forward into the deep, dark, dank pit beneath that arm. He was enveloped in the warmth and saturated with the potent smell that the demon exuded on a regular basis. Being so up close and personal, though, it felt as if the smell was eroding and etching its way into Chris. It inflamed his senses and then his memories. Lost fragments of memories began to bubble and broil; every time Chris found a foul smell enjoyable, every time he thought about doing something so wrong that it had to be right. Stolen glances at other men, sniffing his own underwear, and all of the times he'd looked at Wes as something more than just a roommate. The kaleidoscope of memories began to knit together into a jagged bolt of energy that connected directly from the human's brain to his already hard dick.

There was a momentary flare of panic as Chris observed the rapid movement, but then he was too enveloped in the sweaty darkness to properly react. His nostrils burned with the intensity of the pungent odor, but it became easier to tolerate faster than he expected, the flash of distant memories and intense emotions quickly distracting him. Even though Wes had felt no resistance at the onset of his assault, after about thirty seconds, the demon felt a stirring under his arm–and then a wetness, as the human seemed to be nuzzling and licking into his armpit. At the same time, Chris had begun to hump against the side of Wes's leg, a muffled moaning leaking out from beneath his bicep.

Wes closed his eyes, slowly leaning his head back as the pleasure began to trickle into him, leaking out of Chris steadily. The nuzzling was greatly appreciated, but Wes could only begin to imagine what Chris was experiencing. As Chris's tongue lapped against the dense, bushy, wiry hair under the demon's pit, he felt a tingle spreading across his cheeks like the heat of a cinnamon candy. The neglected stubble that had grown as an idle pastime was being marinated by the sweat. It grew thicker and stronger, healthier, and each hair was soon accompanied by one, two, and then three others. Chris's cheeks grew soft, the facial hair blossoming like moss on the damp side of a stone.

The licking and nuzzling only seemed to intensify as the changes began spreading across his face, the act as much–if not more–to satisfy his craving for that demonically intense musk as it was to please his roommate. As the wiry hairs quickly sprouted across his cheeks, they just wicked away and retained more of Wes's sweat, further painting the smaller male in his scent. One of Chris's hands had moved up to the demon's pectoral, fingering around his pierced nipple while the other groped manically at Wes's ass, trying futilely to take one of his entire cheeks in hand.

“Now that's the spirit…" Wes growled happily, though one large hand came to Chris's chest as he finally released the human from his head lock. Mere moments in the pit looked as if days had passed. Chris's beard was short but dense, his already greasy hair far dirtier. The air in the apartment that had felt stifling and hot before was now cold and dry compared to where Chris had just been. While he adapted to the sudden shift, Wes got a good grip of the human's tank top and pulled it up off of him, revealing his bare torso for a proper examination.

As the demon's hand moved to Chris's chest, Wes found he had to actually push the smaller male out from under his arm, even after he'd released him. In addition to the modest beard that had formed around his face, the human's stringy, greasy hair had grown from his neck to just below his shoulders, falling around his head. As Wes pulled off Chris's top, his comparatively small belly jiggled as it settled just barely over his waist, a light dusting of body hair covering him, but his torso was mostly doughy and featureless. Panting rapidly to catch his breath, Chris moaned, “F-fuck dude, I f-feel… I don't even know–!" both his voice and his eyes becoming more unveiled in their need.

“You don't need to know, Bro. Thinking is overrated." Wes said with a grin before he pushed Chris back enough that his calves caught the couch and he toppled back onto the cushions, falling down in a plop. Wes stepped forward, slowly kneeling down, reaching out to hook the waistband of Chris's boxer shorts with his short claws and wriggle them downward.

Wes's words seemed to reassure Chris, making the smaller male less manic-appearing if no less lustful. Why did he need to know, when every sense in his body was telling him this was good? The trip back over the couch, however jarring, only made him chuckle and grin back up at Wes with an almost dopey smile, lifting his hips and legs momentarily to make it easier for the demon to strip his shorts down his legs. The human's pubic hair was the same thin coat as the rest of his body hair, and his cock and balls sat nestled atop his joined thighs, fat enough to form a perch even with his legs slightly spread. Even fully erect, Chris's shaft was easy to miss in the rolling expanse of his belly and thighs at only a couple of inches in length, and his sack was even easier to miss. Now sprawled naked on the couch before his roommate, Chris had the awareness that he should feel afraid, but he couldn't find any actual fear within himself. Still, there was a vulnerability as Chris looked up at Wes, a nervousness in his voice as he joked, “Hopefully you've got enough here to work with?"

“It's what inside that counts, right? And I think I struck gold." Wes said as he leaned forward, using the short, bushy goatee on his chin to tickle Chris's chin as he leaned forward. The move was a little intimate, but the reason for it became apparent as Chris felt something hot and wet land on his thigh before sliding upward slowly. The tongue had emerged from the demon's belly mouth, draped over the sharp fangs of the second mouth. It slithered and slipped, leaving slick saliva before it dove into the crevice between his legs, nuzzling the modest balls. By natural reaction alone, the warmth caused Chris's sack to relax and expand away from the protective confines of his own body.

All his experience in his work had provided Wes the instincts for when he held a mortal's will in the palm of his hand, and as he loomed to settle over Chris, praised and nuzzled him, the adoring look and tender moan returned to him made it clear that he had the smaller male entirely wrapped around his finger. Chris stretched his neck up slightly, trying to nuzzle back, to kiss at and suck on Wes's lips while the exploring tongue made him huff and gasp. Similar to his earlier detached awareness of his fear, he knew he should feel revulsion at the sloppy mess the demonic tongue was making of his front, and yet it only excited him.

“I-I want to be–m-more," he panted out abruptly into the larger male's ear. He could feel his desire, his need, for Wes in the moment, certainly, but even more apparent was that feeling of old boundaries being torn apart, inhibitions being silenced, a sense of potential–power–on the other side of the doors he'd previously kept closed.

“Oh trust me, stud, you're becoming more and more all the time…" Wes whispered, leaning in to kiss, lick, and then nibble Chris's neck. As he did, his belly-mouth began to open wider and wider. Lips and teeth grazed the human's modest beer belly as the huge tongue continued to massage and manipulate the flesh it found, coming up against Chris's small but stalwart dick. The huge tongue felt so strange against his sensitive flesh; faintly like the sandpaper texture of a feline tongue, but also a little sticky. It created a tantalizing friction that grabbed onto and tugged at the flesh, making it ache and sting in strangely pleasurable ways. The more that Wes's belly tongue licked, the more it tugged on and stretched Chris's member.

The slow, steady expansion of the human's ballsack had forced Chris's thighs to part further, making it easier for Wes to more fully engulf his entire front. As the demon tended to the human's neck, he could feel the smaller male attempt to return the favor, seeming to alternate between more affectionate kisses and more voracious hickies. His arms wrapped as far as they could reach around the sides of Wes's maw, hands settling on his sides, stroking through the doughy fat until they were massaging at the immense set of lower jaws concealed within. The increased focus on his cock made his hands tighten around Wes, causing a wet slapping sound as he heaved his hips back and forth in an attempt to hump at the bizarrely textured tongue.

Little by little, Wes seemed to be losing himself in the moment too. His eyes fluttered shut, he leaned into the hickies Chris was giving him and he shifted more of his body weight forward. The hot, wet interior of the demon's belly mouth closed over Chris's entire groin, drooling thick saliva into the couch cushions. The tongue that had been massaging and tenderizing his meat suddenly coiled around the length like a snake. The flesh began to squeeze and compress, working from base to tip. It was more pressure than Chris had expected, but it seemed to be having miraculous effects as it seemed to squeeze and stretch the cock longer and taller in the firm grip.

As Wes gave more of himself over to the pleasure, Chris could feel him sliding slightly lower, the larger mouth now mostly surrounding his lower stomach and crotch. With the shift in position, the human's arms wrapped further up Wes's body, around the larger male's shoulders, hugging the demon in closer and nuzzling into the top of his hair, exploring at the bases of his horns. That was before that all-consuming pressure seemed to collapse around his cock, squeezing it past the point he thought was possible. Leaning his head back, he howled out a mix of pain and pleasure, but the sensation was quickly replaced by a curious sense of… more? At first he'd believed things were simply feeling more intense, but as that tongue shifted and squeezed, it became apparent that his cock had grown several inches within a matter of moments. “F-fuck, bro, m-make me huge–!" Chris begged, years of insecurity about his own manhood starting to feel just as fragile as all his other weaknesses were.

“Oh you're already huge, bro… I'm gonna make you obscene." Wes whispered before he kissed Chris on the lips. Chris felt his hips started to get lifted up by the sheer sucking power of the mouth slipping over them. The human's manhood was being molded like clay by an artist. Chris pushed past five inches, seven, then nine. It was being sucked and tugged and was plumping up rapidly. The short hair that ringed it seemed to be fertilized by the saliva, growing into a wild and untamed thicket of hair. Even Chris's urethra stung a little with demonic saliva backwash, the sting managing to creep down into his slowly swelling, plumping balls that filled his sack better and better with each passing moment.

When their lips met, whatever lingering doubts Chris felt immediately evaporated, feeling invigorated by that power but also dazed by his own growing infatuation. He scarcely noticed until he was already being lifted off the couch that the process seemed to be accelerating, roughly grunting, “Th-thank you, dude, th-thank you…" with a degree of sincerity Wes had never heard from the human, before Chris hungrily pressed in for another kiss. It was difficult to be sure in the heat of the moment, but the smaller male's voice sounded slightly deeper, almost more guttural. Wes said nothing, only moaning into the kiss as his forked tongue plunged in and out of the human's mouth. He reached up, his clawed fingers caressing a surprisingly thick brown beard that was slowly unspooling from his roommate's face, slinking down centimeter by centimeter.

Words failed to describe just what Chris's cock was experiencing. It had gone from being stretched and pulled to practically feeling like it was plunging through a portal into another realm. It was being massaged from all sides, worked root to tip. It swelled as if it was having an allergic reaction only to firm and harden and then stretch some more. As the two wobbled and shifted on the couch, Chris felt an odd sloshing from his now orange sized balls as they continued to swell and stretch. His heart was racing, pumping blood to every capillary, making his skin sting as it sweat. The perspiration soaked into thicker pit hair that stretched down from his growing arms.

Whatever feeling of power Chris had believed he'd experienced when he'd first been subjected to Wes's corruptive influence, he understood now that it had merely been a drop in an ocean. His entire body felt like it burned, hurting him, and yet it didn't matter that it hurt, because he knew it was making him stronger, better–and that made it more pleasurable than anything else. The overwhelming sensations assaulting his cock made him bellow and whine into Wes's mouth, the larger male able to feel the corrupted human fuck vigorously at his maw despite the iron grip his anatomy held on his twisting member. The movement caused his swollen sack to thump loudly against the couch, the dull ache that shot through his balls only a reassuring reminder to him of their growth.

“That's it, stud…" Wes whispered, moving to kiss, suck, and then mark Chris's neck with his own hickies as he sucked and sucked until blood welled to the surface. Chris's beard continued to extend, growing down from his jaw in brown waves. The slobbering, dangerous maw began to pull back from his groin, revealing not the modest length of a human, but something far - far longer. It was thicker than Chris's wrist as it was revealed, rising up from his groin like an obelisk. After about eight inches, it grew distinctly wider with a rubbery ring of flesh before resuming its previous width. After another six inches a distinctly inhuman head popped free. It was blunt, flat, spilling over the edge of the shaft. A very thick urethra drooled clear precum, fed by the balls that were still growing from Chris's ballsack.

Chris's grip around Wes's shoulders tightened as he felt that focused pressure on his neck, felt his blood flow to the surface–not just his blood, his soul-essence, he realized with an instinct that was new, alien. Even with that realization, though, he just grinned, savoring the sharing of himself with his new demonic patron. The momentary disappointment he felt when Wes finally shifted back was replaced by astonishment as he looked down at himself, his body still slick and sticky with the demon's saliva. His hands ran up through his beard, now hanging near his pectorals in his sprawled position, his fingers disappearing into the forest of wiry brown hair. He continued to fiddle with his own beard as he examined himself with satisfaction, reaching a hand down to give an experimental pump to his new cock, his frame shuddering as a fresh, thick stream of pre splattered out from the urethra's fat, round opening, running down the bulbous length.

“Th-this is… amazing…" the smaller male rumbled, that adoring look returning to his eyes as he looked back up at Wes.

“You taste delicious…" Wes murmured, “At least from what little I've tasted so far…" The demon murmured before he slowly crouched down before the crouch, bringing his actual lips to the tip of Chris's new equine shaft.

“You can taste as much as you'd like," Chris flirted back as Wes lowered himself before him, the smaller male's voice now unquestionably deeper, harsher as his corrupted balls continued to pump his body with demonic essence. The demon took meticulous care as he popped his lips over the blunt head of the animal member, letting the sublime length glide over his tongue. The shaft bumped the back of his throat before slipping effortlessly down the esophagus, allowing Chris to use his roommate's throat as a cock sleeve. Wes began to let his head rise and fall with ever faster thrusts, sucking and slurping on Chris's supreme member with unbidden pleasure.

When the demon gently engulfed his newly-improved cock in his mouth, though, the corrupted human's expression softened once more. His hands shifted to stroke through Wes's hair, massaging at the bases of his horns before taking them in a firmer grip, then using them for the added leverage to pleasure himself. Even as he pounded Wes's throat, fucking his face as it was mashed into the expanding, sweaty bush of hair that had formed around his crotch, Chris's eyes were grateful, finding a bond in their shared debasedness. Pre flooded into Wes's mouth and throat too fast to properly contain, the overspill streaming down his face and catching in his goatee.

Somewhere in the distance, a rumbling began to grow. Another one of the elevated rail cars was coming. The entire apartment began to shake and vibrate, adding to the buzz and frenetic energy of their coupling. Wes's orange eyes had rolled into the back of his head as he guzzled down the copious amount of precum that Chris seemed unable to stop, letting his bushy black goatee get drenched in the stuff until it was dripping liberally to the floor.

The intensity of the pleasure that had been seemingly choking his cock for the past several minutes brought Chris's climax faster than he'd expected, his hands roughly yanking Wes's horns down against his crotch, holding his face in against that still-expanding bush as the human rode out his first infernal orgasm. The train thundered by the apartment as Chris growled and snarled out his satisfaction, the rumbling sounds of the train barely muffling his own. The seed burned like hellfire as it sprayed from his bloated urethra and into Wes's throat, but it only seemed to intensify the pleasure, making him feel even more sure about the choice he was making. In the comedown to his climax, Chris's eyes remained slightly glazed, his deeper voice rumbling lowly as his eyes fixed on the demon's, “Drink it all down, t-take it all," huffing as he caught his breath.

Wes guzzled like a man dying of thirst, gulping down the thick, potent seed. As he did, a different sensation swept across Chris. It was as if his whole body had gone numb and was waking back up, buzzing like static until it was almost like he was floating. As he looked down at Wes, he saw that the Demon was slowly growing larger. More pounds of fat filled his man boobs and his belly, his arms thickening, but most distinctly of all was that his precum soaked goatee was slinking down inch after inch, becoming a long thicket that reached his Adam's Apple. Wes seemed quite content to enjoy the meal, drinking down every drop until, at last, Chris's load subsided and he was left in the glow of such physical pleasure.

Chris watched Wes at first with a sort of cocky, tired satisfaction, but as that numb, disassociating feeling gripped him, he could only watch in amazement as Wes's body was growing yet again. The glazed look in his eyes became more focused, his slaked lust already rekindled as he watched the demon become even… more. So close to the human's crotch, Wes could almost hear the hungry churning in Chris's now cantaloupe-sized orbs, yet Chris's voice had softened from its previous guttural command as he panted,

“S-sorry about that, feels like somethin' came over me…" his hands finally releasing their grip from around Wes's horns.

“Something naughty I think." Wes said, licking his lips clean before he hoisted his heavy frame over and sank down on the couch next to Chris. His chest heaved for breath, though he seemed quite well satisfied. Chris felt tense for a moment as he waited for Wes to chide him, but quickly relaxed as he sensed the possible pride he heard in the demon's words.

“I, um, I-I feel like–" he started, only to stop himself, his new voice sounding even stranger out of the throes of pleasure. “I should be d-doing something here for you too?" he tried to explain, smiling more bashfully as he allowed himself to sink in against the larger male's soft mass, the intimacy feeling simultaneously unfamiliar and natural as his human and demonic natures struggled against each other. Wes reached over, resting his large, clawed hand on Chris's stomach just above his newly tainted cock. He gently kneaded the human's tummy.

“You did something for me already, and I'm very thankful… Thankful enough to cover the month's rent, but…" Wes trailed off, his face tensing a little.

A pleased rumble slipped out of the smaller male's throat as he felt the heavy hand squish in against his increasingly hairy belly, Chris settling one hand over the demon's as he listened and enjoyed the afterglow. His bulbous, still-glistening shaft had drooped down, softening slightly as his arousal dimmed, yet it didn't shrink or compress as his human anatomy had. As Wes trailed off, though, Chris furrowed his brow as he looked up at the demon, repeating in confusion,

“But…?" as his hand shifted up the larger male's arm, stroking idly at his doughy bicep.

“But… I mean, if you wanted to push it further, I've been given authorization and stuff… I could always use a partner at work, you know." Wes said with his customary gentle aside. The corrupted human's eyes widened as he heard the offer, his jaw falling slightly agape as he stared into those burning orange eyes. “You're not jerking my chain here, are you?" Chris deflected, though he was fully convinced by the sincerity in Wes's voice.

He looked back across his life, the day-to-day mundane evil that had eaten away at his spirit–a thought arose. Wouldn't it be better to be the one doing the eating? To be on the winning team? What had his humanity ever done for him? Wes could see in Chris's eyes that he seemed to be seriously considering his suggestion, the smaller male's fingers fidgeting with his pudge in a nervous gesture.

“...Wh-what would it mean for me? Would I… y'know, look like you?" he finally managed to ask after a moment, his eyes drifting downwards towards the fangs that protruded from the demon's lower lips.

“It would start there, yeah… How much the rest of you changed would depend on how you did at work, but yeah… After your induction, we could totally make out in more than one way." Wes grinned. At his response, the smaller male's cock pulsed upwards before slapping wetly back down against his thigh, fresh pre oozing from the demonic member's fat opening. His cheeks flushed, Chris smiled more bashfully as he looked back up at Wes and asked,

“A-and we'd be… partners?"

“You got it." Wes grinned, reaching over to brush some of Chris's longer hair back over his shoulder.

Chris let out a soft huff as he felt the large–very warm–fingers shift his hair, that adoring look gleaming in his eyes as he grinned back up at Wes.

“I-I know it's a huge decision t-to make so quick, but… I think I'd like that a lot," he answered, trying to deflate his own tension as he teased, “Living with you makes it look a lot more fun than being a human." Wes chuckled at that and nodded.

“Sure, some days suck ass, but… a lot of them are fun. I think it'll be a lot more fun with you along for the ride." Wes said before he hefted himself partly upright,swung a large leg over Chris's hip and came down to straddle him until they were belly to tummy, looking each other in the eye, “You're sure, though?"

Chris grunted as he felt the massive weight settle back down over his thighs, his legs rapidly beginning to sweat from the heat being trapped between the two of them. Sitting there below the larger demon, staring up at him, feeling the slight shifting of his second lower jaw against his own stomach, the hot breath that washed out of that infernal maw–it all started to feel much more real.With a nervous laugh, the corrupted human reached over to set his hand back atop Wes's, briefly squeezing at it as he joked,

“As sure as I'll ever be, partner," though as their eyes locked, the demon could see a burning resolve in Chris's eyes. That was seemingly enough of an endorsement. Wes leaned in, bringing his lips to Chris's once more. He murmured happily at the soft frame the other's beard now provided. As he leaned in, Chris felt his roommate's weight pressing down on him, encompassing him with warmth. He also felt the hot, wet slick of the demon's belly mouth starting to slather and lick across his own stomach. It slipped up and down with the affection of an over-eager dog, but as the tongue found Chris's navel, it took on a different edge as it started to slide into the crevice.

Chris moaned eagerly into the kiss as soon as he felt Wes's lips seal around his, his own tongue plunging hungrily into the larger male's mouth to wrestle with the demon's. One of his arms had stretched over and behind Wes's neck, trying to pull him closer in against himself, while his other hand rubbed across the demon's soft, rolling upper chest, occasionally moving up to run his fingers along Wes's goatee with an almost possessive fervor. As the hot demonic saliva started to spill down the sides of his belly–which was constantly shifting and jiggling in response to the tongue's manic pushes against it–Chris could feel his cock start to throb and harden fully once more, jutting up noticeably against the underside of Wes's gut as it started to sputter and leak.

Wes made out with Chris as if his afterlife depended on it, using his lips and tongue in perfect concert. As much as he was into it, though, his belly mouth seemed even more eager. That tongue slid in and out, back and forth, plunging deep into Chris's belly button until it was slick and soaked. It felt strange and animal to have something rooting around in there and- The thought came to an abrupt end as Chris felt the demonic mega tongue plunge through his navel and into his soul. The exact perimeter was hard to measure or determine, but as the tongue began to wriggle and flex again, it continued its assault. As it slobbered and slipped, inch after inch plunged down into Chris's belly, sliding inside of him.

As passionately as Chris had been kissing him, when that monstrous tongue forced its way through the boundary of the human's physical shell to worm its way to Chris's mortal soul, Wes could feel the smaller male slow, eyes bolting open as he shuddered against the larger male. At the outset, Chris had been afraid that it would hurt, that it would feel like dying–whatever that felt like. Now, though, as Wes strained to tether himself to his spirit, all doubt burned away as what felt like fire poured into his very being. Rather than pain, however, all Chris could feel was the raging power of that demonic flame igniting his essence, his irises beginning to glow like embers as he stared in awe at Wes.

Wes's own eyes were closed, his clawed hands sliding around Chris's back and holding him. The wet and lewd sounds coming from their kisses were nothing compared to the sloppy sounds coming from below. The seam of Chris's navel was spreading wider across his natural pudge and there was something about having that thick, hot, squirming tongue plunge back and forth inside of him that was gratifying. Chris's stomach felt molten, shifting and reshaping. He started to get a new sense of taste as the salty, spicy saliva poured into his forming belly mouth. Wes shivered happily as his tongue felt harder bumps starting to form as well, rooting in a strange muscle lattice that was knitting itself together inside of Chris.

Chris pushed himself back into the kiss with renewed ferocity as he felt his flesh start to remold under the demonic tongue's power, the flames within burning hotter and higher, engulfing him, making him more. His cock continued to spasm and twitch against Wes' gut and in against the top of his groin, a hot wetness washing over it as Chris heaved his hips back and forth, humping against the demon while their combined weight kept them anchored to the couch. He moaned louder as that new awareness wired itself to his brain, that second sense of taste feeling so much more intense than what he was used to. His forming second jaw quivered experimentally once enough muscle had developed to allow any movement, the shape still too small and simple to be a proper mouth.

Wes huffed and panted, pressing against Chris all over. A fat demonic tail coiled around Chris's ankle. Claws raked into his back, though the skin there was starting to firm into tougher stuff. He bit Chris's lower lip and broke the kiss to nibble and bite his neck. All the while, the belly mouth made out with its new partner, halfway between a lovesick puppy and a master sculptor working his clay. The seam tore itself wider, splitting Chris's belly nearly from kidney to kidney. The flesh inside was tender and red, but made of something a little more rubbery than fat.

A strange sensation filled Chris's perception. It was hard to place, like something he'd experienced at the dentist. It wracked his brain until, at last, his belly mouth swallowed for the first time. The excess saliva cleared, a new uvula forming at the back of the orifice. It wasn't nearly as large as Wes's, but it was functional. A sticky, straining sensation came as the bottom of the new belly mouth rippled, stretched, and ultimately pulled itself free into a newly formed belly tongue. The nips and bites drew needy whimpers out of the new demon, the sting of Wes's fangs and claws becoming more a reassuring reminder of their bond than a source of discomfort. As that seam finally split, Chris bellowed out,

“FUUUUUUCK!!!" before he plunged his increasingly pointy teeth into the leathery, hide-like skin on the demon's shoulder, the sensation not exactly painful, but still physically overwhelming as his new orifice developed. He panted raggedly against Wes's skin, the mass of new flesh within his expanding maw burning with a tender rawness as his uvula and tongue were molded from it. For as desperately as Chris had been making out with Wes, as that new tongue made its first conscious movements, it shifted gingerly, cautiously pressing up against the larger muscle that had just created it as the smaller demon adjusted to the new body part. His head shifted back slightly from Wes's shoulder and Chris groaned,

“F-feels so f-fucking weird, d-dude…" his voice vibrating with a truly devilish bass.

“Weird is our bread and butter, bro." Wes grinned, raising his hips up enough to let his hairy, fat ass cheeks shift position before they came down and the blunt end of Chris's huge equine member began to slide into a hot, slick ass. As Wes lowered himself, Chris felt his rod being massaged and kneaded from within, treating it to the sinfully delightful pleasure it deserved. As he did so, the lips of his belly mouth found the matching set on Chris's belly. Gliding over the forming nubs of new fangs, their bellies made out once more. With all that stimulation, though, Wes seemed to almost be waiting for something. It wasn't clear what until the pain in Chris's head finally pressed past all the pleasure. Two pinpricks of blood erupted from Chris's temples as the points of two sharp, black horns began to curve free of his skull, extruding out little by little. Chris's now-glowing-orange eyes widened as the massive demon lifted himself up more, but they squeezed tightly shut as Wes's hole swallowed up his bloated, flared cockhead.

“F-fuck, dude, d-don't stop…!" the smaller male begged, his hips tilting back slightly to make it easier for their belly mouths to connect while his shoulders shifted forward, Chris mashing his face between the larger demon's moobs. A sharp hiss escaped his throat as that impossible stimulation assaulted his length, Wes rewarded for his efforts with a powerful blast of hot seed against his prostate. Despite the seeming climax, though, Chris's infernal stamina seemed to be taking hold, his cock still pulsing rigidly within Wes as his cum spilled out from the demon's stuffed ring.

With that intense pressure in his forehead reaching its critical point, the smaller demon buried his face deeper into Wes's cleavage, a truly bestial growl rising out of him as the dark points forced their way through his skin. While his belly mouth's fangs were still forming, the skeletal and muscular systems had developed sufficiently for Chris to manipulate his belly lips and tongue with increasing dexterity, the passion of their maws' kiss growing to compensate for their other, ended kiss.

Wes hissed with a possessive desire, grabbing the back of Chris's head, tangling his fingers in his greasy hair. He let his thick man tits squeeze and crush the demon's head, seeing only the sharp horns emerge from the crevice as they grew taller and thicker and longer. The two were pillars of excess, the couch utterly contaminated by the amount of saliva and semen that had saturated it. It was beginning to be clear that Chris may rarely, if ever go limp as his cock continued its work inside Wes's ass.

Sharp snaps of perception and sensation were wiring themselves throughout Chris's brain. Every dark and lewd act from his youth had become a landmark. Every impulse and yearning had cemented itself firmly. Every craving he had now belonged to two different mouths, one that seemed as much a companion and pet as a part of his own body. He needed food, the stranger the better. He needed cum… and he needed souls. The latter realization felt like a dam bursting as a pressure rippled out through Chris's body with renewed force.

A curious sensation built from Chris's backside, feeling like a combination of an erection and a limb he'd sat on wrong. There was a faint, muffled crunching as cartilage and bone reoriented itself, pressing against taut flesh. The skin resisted at first, but then it started to stretch and give way as new segments of bone and ligaments began to expand. The nub wriggled at first, but in a matter of movements it had extended several inches above his ass cheeks. The stubby tip began to flatten and reform, taking on a shape half way between a spade and a heart.

Chris continued to growl his lust into the larger demon's hide as his head was fully engulfed in those inhumanly large breasts, his hands roaming freely across the hairy expanse of Wes's front. Trapped, he sniffed and licked with a famished desperation--as much as the two reeked of their mixed cum, sweat, and spit, the newly-minted demon found that there he could focus on his patron's unique musk, now free of whatever hesitation might have kept him from savoring it with animalistic abandon. Along with that feeling of thick, hot digits gripping his sweaty hair, the hiss, all of it helped tear away his older, more human understanding of the connection between them. The new demonic instincts gripping his mind made it even easier to accept--to enjoy, even--the baser desire to prevail over the weak with one's own power, to submit to one more powerful, to have and be had.

All of that paled in comparison to the hunger, though. More than just a physical pain, Chris felt an aching in the core of his spiritual being–those memories and flashes of his past shameful pleasures, his moments of weakness to temptation, they had only been the initial fuel to start the fire burning inside, but he knew now that fire could never be allowed to die. His mind started to race with possible solutions but quickly spun itself out, as mental images of extravagant meals ran alongside orgies of demons being serviced by humans, sinful souls being fed directly to his gut, the new impulses too distracting in their alien-ness to get entirely lost in. Even still, it was enough for a new voice to rise out of the smaller male, his head still hidden between Wes's moobs, the sound more guttural and gravelly than even Chris's shifted tone as his lower maw broke its kiss and rumbled its need in a single word:

“FEED," as the new demon's forming tail whipped anxiously around his back. Wes looked a little surprised by how well it all had taken. Using his grip on the back of Chris's head, he slowly drew the former human back to look into his newly orange-red eyes. That look of hunger was rooted deep inside of him. Wes wasn't sure if he should be proud or worried.

As Wes tilted Chris's head back and examined him, he could still see his friend in those hungrily burning eyes, but twisted and stripped of his pretenses. The glowing orbs rolled desirously across the larger demon's body as his sweat and saliva clung to his now belly-length beard, a longer, forked, tongue lolling out over his lips. After a moment, though, some intelligence seemed to take the reins over his beast-like impulses, and his eyes focused back on Wes's. “I feel like I'm starving, bro–almost like I'm hollow or somethin'" he muttered after mustering up his concentration, clearly looking to his patron for guidance.

“I'm sorry dude…" Wes said, reaching to rub the base of one of his horns with his thumb affectionately, “I didn't realize how much it was gonna take out of you, but I've got an idea… I mean, those pizza delivery boys that love to slum it in the demon block, we could order something, promise 'em a big tip…" Wes offered, “Something savory for my dude?" The smaller demon let out a more contented rumbling sound as Wes stroked into the still-sore bases of his new horns, his breath steadying as he was soothed. Flashing a more earnest grin at Wes, Chris insisted,

“Don't be sorry, this is… It's already more than I coulda hoped for–b-but, uh, savory, sweet, s'long as there's a lot of it…" as he smiled more sheepishly. Wes grinned a smile that was simultaneously sweet and predatory.

“Trust me dude, I got you." he grinned.

****

Night had fallen, but on this side of the tracks that was when things really started to kick off. Ruby, citrine and golden lights spilled out of the windows to push back the darkness. The elevated rail was busy delivering countless creatures home and in the midst of it was one particularly plucky twenty two year old pizza boy. His bleach blond hair was in an unruly shag about his head, a puka shell necklace hugging a well tanned neck. Large hoop earrings hung from his ears and he had been doing his best to grow some wild sideburns. His brown eyes were a bit glazed, but he trotted up the stairs with the eagerness of someone expecting a good tip. The silly red baseball hat emblazoned with the emblem of his pizza company did little to diminish the surfer vibes the man exuded. Stepping up to the door with the hot stack of pizzas, the delivery boy reached out and gave a swift three-part knocks to alert the denizens that their food had finally arrived.

“Pizza Pit!" The delivery boy called out just in case someone thought he might be a solicitor. When the door opened, the obviously sexual stench of the combination of sweat and seed rolled out of it in a musky wave that was nearly visible. The customer at the door leered down at him with an expression that seemed equally lecherous and hungry, apparently a demon with his imposing over-seven-foot frame, proud obsidian horns, and a wiry yet girthy tail that danced eagerly behind him. There was also that odd, occasional shifting against the fabric of the customer's tank top, like something pressing against the inside.

“Thought' you were gonna make us wait all night," the larger man snorted, but between the giant's playful smirk and the gleam in his glowing eyes it was hard to believe the demon was seriously upset. The pizza delivery boy smiled sheepishly, the ring in his septum dangling a little.

“I promise the cheese is still ooey-gooey and the peppers are mouth watering…" he said, an eyebrow arching a little, “Y… You're not the demon that normally orders from here, are you? Are you new to the, uh, area?" he asked, unfolding the bag that held the pizza boxes, sliding out the cardboard containers. The response drew a loud guffaw out of the larger male, followed by a low, bassy grumbling noise that seemed to arise from somewhere deep within him.

“Naw, he's celebrating a promotion so I'm buyin'--you're a friendly li'l guy, aren't you?" the demon observed with a snort, ignoring the smaller male's question. “You wanna come in and celebrate with us a li'l bit? Could be very worth your while…" he offered, a spaded tail-tip that was larger than the pizza boy's hand snaking along the floor to tease at his tanned, exposed lower legs. The pizza boy grinned wide at that.

“See, that's why I love you guys…" The pizza boy grinned, “If you don't tell my boss, I brought some beer just in case." he added with a smirk, crossing the threshold into the sweaty, sex soaked apartment. The flirty demon chuckled and allowed the human to pass, closing the door behind them as he called out into the apartment,

“Food's here!" As he ogled the delivery boy from behind, Chris realized that he could feel that hunger that ran to his core, that infernal lust that whispered constant temptations to him, but also something more, entirely separate from any desire he'd felt as a mortal: he could perceive the human's soul, and he wanted it more than any other part of the toned, tanned surfer's being. It was (mostly) whole, and seemed free of anything more than fairly trivial sins–all lustful in nature–yet Chris could feel there was something in himself that resonated with part of the pizza boy's soul on a fundamental level.

The pizza boy seemed to have no qualms about making himself at home. He set the pizzas down on the kitchen island, bowing his head to where Wes was drinking another black slime drink. The pizza boy pulled his hip bag around and pulled out some beers. The grin on his face was nearly ear to pierced ear before he turned back around to face Chris. He loved the general vibe of pleasure and confidence the two exuded.

“So, which one of you ordered the Hawaiian pizza?" he asked. Wes pointed over at Chris with a clawed thumb.

“Right here," the smaller demon offered with a smirk, while he shifted the hem of his tank top up over his gut, which was large enough for the gathered-up shirt to ride on its perch. As he did so, a massive tongue thicker than the human's thigh and dripping viscous saliva impossibly emerged from within the demon's torso, licking at its apparent lips and exposed teeth, his hand settling on his hip with his finger hooked in the waistband of his sweats. His eyes sharpened to a predatory point as they focused on the delivery boy and he joked, “Always liked things sweet and salty…" The delivery boy grinned his haphazard grin, but the demon had hooked more than just his sweats. The young man's eyes were dilating, an invisible tendril of energy snaking out from his chest to coil around Chris's finger.

With the connection came a rush. He felt another person's lifetime of horniness, all the times he'd debased himself, all the times he'd been addled by weed and beer and sex. All things aside, it had been a particularly good life for… Asher. Names had power and Chris had plucked it right out of the delivery boy's soul. The young man wobbled, a visible erection forming in his cargo shorts as the overflow from Chris's own power crackled back along that connection.

As that invisible-yet-incredibly-real tether wove between them, Chris closed his eyes for a moment, his entire form shuddering as both mouths let out low huffs of satisfaction, the new demon tasting that soul energy for the first time. His own member started to quiver and throb visibly within his sweatpants, a snake-like bulge running nearly to the demon's knee thicker than the cans of beer in Asher's bag and a damp spot blossoming at the end. As his eyes opened once more, the musk in the human's nose started to feel like a more present, almost sentient force, moving and expanding through his airways until the cloying stink of demon seed pushed at every other sense. Chris leaned back, half-sitting against the edge of the island counter as he stared directly into Asher's eyes, his own fiery orbs demanding all of the human's attention as he suggested,

“Why don't you toss me a beer and then make yourself more comfortable? We've always had a sort of clothing-optional thing going on here, and that goes for guests too," the playfulness of his tone slightly jarring with the demon's intensifying presence. Asher seemed to buffer for a moment, the smile hanging on his lips until he plucked off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, realizing after a moment he forgot the beer and tossed it obediently to the demon before he started unbuttoning his shorts. Wes watched with fascination as his student diligently worked on his first test.

“That's the only way to live…" Asher murmured, the smell of the apartment seeping deeper into both his brain and his soul. Catching the beer, Chris popped the top and immediately finished half of the can in his first sip, a thunderous belch tearing itself out of the smaller demon before letting out another belly-shaking laugh.

“You seem like my kinda guy!" the demon praised with a smirk, feeling a tipsiness from the human's memories of debauchery and lust that he didn't from the beer. His brow rose as he gestured towards Asher's crotch and snickered, “So why don't you let us see what you're workin' with here?"

“That's part of the clothing optional thing, right?" Asher asked, letting his shorts drop. A fairly full, fat cock wobbled to life, tipped with a ring that matched the one hanging from his septum. Standing there in nothing but a baseball cap and sneakers, the surfer boy was well and truly in the lion's den. The longer Chris looked at him, the more he could see the aurora of energy that seemed to hug his body, shifting from shades of yellow and green to gold.

“Smart and cute, you're really the complete package," the demon teased with a wry smile, grinning wider as the human's fat shaft stirred and throbbed towards fullness. “Maybe you'd like it if I returned the favor? You wanna help me with that?" he offered, his words increasingly syrupy in Asher's mind, sticking there and getting caught up in his own thoughts, becoming harder to differentiate. As he made the suggestion, he tugged the elastic waist of his sweats out by a couple of inches as if to sweeten the offer, and even several feet away the sharpness of the intensifying scent burned at the human's nostrils.

Asher seemed well beyond the ability to make any more witty remarks. He moved forward before kneeling down, adjusting his center of gravity and the heft of his muscular ass. He reached up with almost reverent hands, starting to tug down on the waistband ever so slowly. He licked his lips with anticipation, his nipples rapidly becoming erect. The job required a bit of effort to work the band down over the demon's rolling backside, but once it slipped past the crest of his cheeks the pants fell away easily. Even before he could process what he was seeing, Asher felt the demon's scent hit him like a brick wall, making his stomach feel pleasantly warm the more it filled him.

But then there was the giant's cock. Immediately jutting upwards once it was freed, the nearly eighteen-inch length member nonetheless drooped downwards under its own weight as it settled, still iron-hard. At the flared tip, the round, thick urethra drooled a globby, yellowish pre that quickly drizzled down across the floor and Asher's foot, surprisingly hot as it clung to his skin. “Now show me how much you want that tip," Chris smirked as he relaxed back against the counter, prodding at the human's cheek with his damp, fat cockhead.

Asher turned his head, letting the demonic cock slide along his cheek before it popped into his mouth with a satisfyingly audible noise. He began to work his lips at once, but his body shuddered as wave after wave of potency tainted his mouth. He'd never tasted anything that salty, that meaty, that cheesy, that foul or corrupted. It stained his teeth with the scent of sex and soaked into his gums. His pathetic human cock began to bounce every time his heartbeat, but he reached up to grab onto Chris's sack and the base of his huge cock, sliding in another inch, then another, his tongue slathering through the corrupted coating of his dick.

Asher's jaws ached at first as he was forced to stretch his lips around the flared head, but as that hot, corrupted pre started to pump down his throat, it became easier to relax his mouth around the veiny, pulsing length. As the human fit inch after inch within his taut frame, Chris let out a contented rumble while one fat, sweaty hand settled over the surfer's messy hair, the weight enough on its own to hold his head to the oozing, bulbous shaft.

“Good boy," Chris snorted as he watched the mortal service him, that flow of energy feeling more intense the more that Asher gave in to his depraved instincts. Like drops of cool water on a hot day, Chris started to feel the slightest relief to the hunger that had been gnawing at him. Chris had never been as large as Wes despite having a little bit of fluff to him, but already he could feel his bones hardening and his muscles swelling beneath his pliable skin. He was gaining nourishment from this human suckling his fat cock. Every lick, every stroke of that tongue was a little more of himself that he had given to the former human. “Keep going…" Chris grunted, voice sounding lower as his gut shuddered outwards, but it was followed by an even harsher, deeper voice that pushed out of the demon's center:

“More." That monstrous tongue lolled out of the demon's belly-maw, throbbing out fatter as it stretched above the smaller male, lapping down Asher's shoulders to his back as the demon felt his own power growing.The human could feel the thick, sticky spit cling to his skin as the tongue dragged across him, pulling threads of his soul along with it as it went. Asher's body started to glow with an ethereal light, his aura and soul made to manifest. As bits and pieces were lapped away, a shadow crept across the human. His body movements shifted, his posture changing. He sucked and slurped with more desperation, more need, as if cock would make up for what he was losing. At the same time, Chris felt more… and more.

His belly mouth gurgled as it grew fuller, rounder and heavier. Chris's nipples stung as they swole, begging for piercings like Wes had. His skin began to pick up more of a tan. His teeth ached in his mouth as they throbbed and sharpened. The endless possibilities of the world were open to him and there were no boundaries restricting what he could become or what he could do to Asher. A crackle of dark energy sizzled and around Chris's wrist, two dark bands of pigmentation formed thick lines marking his skin. There was a heft to the marks, a dominion and power that anchored him to a realm far more ancient and powerful than the modest upbringing he had come from.

Watching as the human's spirit and attitude devolved before him, Chris was faintly aware of the voice in the back of his head screaming that this was wrong, but he was suddenly distracted, a needy hiss tearing itself out of his throat as his nipples throbbed and grew fatter than his fingers. As that feeling of unbridled potential surged through him, Chris's hand fell away from Asher's head, both his fists clenching at either side of his hips, biceps flexing and shuddering outwards. The steady, low grumbling that had leaked from his belly-maw was shifting into a constant, rumbling bass, a primal sound of hungry dissatisfaction that made the floor vibrate beneath them. It all felt too good, the expansion of his very being at the expense of the mortal's soul. It felt impossible that only hours ago he had been the same, so fragile, so weak, so apparently beneath him.

Rolling his shoulders before relaxing his arms, Chris wrapped his heavy hand around Asher's head once more and pulled it back–after a little effort, thanks to the human's desperate lust. With eyes like lava boring down at the much smaller male, demanding the mortal's entire focus, the newly forged demon decided, “I think yer ready for more…"

“M…more?" Asher panted, his chin glistening with copious demonic precum, his cock a lightning rod of erection, his eyes sparkling with the dark energy of his now tainted soul. He had no idea what his amazing benefactor had in mind, but he didn't seem to object in the slightest.

From his spot, Wes could see the baser instincts sharpening within the younger demon's eyes, a truly inhuman hunger burning in the coal-black pit of his pupils. Simply smirking, Chris nodded and repeated,

“More…" before nudging the human's head even further back. Despite the fact that he'd just had the shaft buried in his throat, as Asher looked at the infernal member now, the flared head was almost as wide across as his own face. The round opening leaked an oozing trail of pre and seed, but more, the smaller male could feel a tangible heat emanating through it, which seemed to tug at his focus in the same way Chris's voice or eyes had. “Wouldn't you enjoy giving yourself to me?" the demon dared with that predatorial intensity.

Asher nodded a little numbly, his eyes as wide as a kid on Christmas. He reached up reverently, his hands bracing the expanding frontier of Chris's cock. He watched it grow and surge, expanding outward and forward at the same time. He began to lick and lap at the urethra that continued to stretch and expand, now as large as a mouth. With Chris so focused on the reverent human, Wes slipped up behind him to reach under his thick arms, using his clawed fingers to take hold of Chris's sensitive, fat nips and tease them affectionately. The smaller demon growled with surprise before letting out a more contented groan, eyes flashing over at Wes curiously.

“Th-that's it, just like that, y-you've got it…" Chris praised as his attention turned back down to the human, steadily huffing under the assault from Wes's fingers and Asher's tongue. Pushing in against the broadening orifice, Asher could feel his tongue being gently pulled inwards, a slight but steady pressure expanding across his face the closer in he pushed and the more the urethra widened. Though it wasn't enough for the human to feel himself losing his center of gravity, it was strong enough that the thickening stream of pre that pumped across and over Asher's face didn't dislodge him.

Wes closed his eyes, nuzzling Chris's neck, feeling the moment building vicariously. Asher had been primed, readied for what was coming. His hunger and lust was unrestrained and the supernatural qualities of the pre would enable the experience to go just as Chris wanted. Asher continued to slurp and nuzzle and press into the pressure. The hot, pliable flesh slipped across his cheeks, his chin and his nose. It seemed to pulse and throb like an anemone even as it expanded beyond his cheekbones and his forehead. Asher was completely ensnared and continued on until, with a satisfying pop, his head slipped into Chris's huge and still growing cock.

At that wet, slick pop, Chris gasped sharply, his entire frame quivering from the overpowering sensation of the human's head–and more importantly, his soul–squirming inside his monstrous length. He leaned more heavily into Wes for support, his arm shifting around the larger demon's shoulder, as his hips bucked forward automatically. The abrupt movement jarred Asher's head and neck deeper into the hot, damp, darkness. It was so gratifying to feel his cock swell and pulse, actually tugging and pulling the human deeper - a human that wasn't resisting. He was basking in everything Chris was, his entire universe becoming the demon's phallus. The huge, rubbery mass squeezed and stretched over Asher's bare shoulders, tugging his arms to his sides, compressing them as they were drawn in.

The sensation made Chris howl out, the demon fucking at the air as his knees trembled. With the upper half of his torso now engulfed within the member–its own upper half bulging with the size of its prey–all that Asher could perceive was that impossible heat, invisible flames in the darkness that licked at his being, trying to find their way into him. Despite the intensity, the burning power didn't seem to 'hurt' in the normal sense, even as it sizzled at the boundaries of his soul. Rather, the overwhelming sensation was easy to lose himself within, the infernal heat almost seeming like an intelligent force that teased at Asher to just give himself over, let himself explode with the true potential of its power.

Wes continued to fondle Chris's man boobs, feeling how full and fat and hefty they were, claws pinching and tugging on his ample nipples. The floor had grown slick with pre and saliva, Chris's huge demonic belly mouth drooling with envy as the enormous cock below continued to grow and swell to the size necessary to engulf a human. Foot after foot of sensitive flesh was now gorged on the pizza delivery boy, having slipped down past his sternum, his navel, all the way to his waist. A wet sloppy sound came from where their bodies met as his ass cheeks were slowly pulled in.

The growing demon snarled with lust as Wes continued working his protege up, hips now slamming back and forth regularly, as one hand hefted beneath the base of his increasingly colossal cock, tilting the shaft upwards the best he could once more than half of Asher had been swallowed up. Gravity–and the narrower anatomy–helped the smaller male's legs slide in relatively effortlessly, if with a wet squish as the stretched urethra started to relax back towards its natural state once it had closed behind the human's still-shoed feet. Chris slipped back into Wes's arms as the sensations crackled through his cortex.

Asher felt himself in a void–completely dark on all sides, deeper than any he'd seen before, and now squeezing powerfully against his entire body, somehow feeling as though every part of himself was being massaged and pulled at. It made the boundaries between his body and soul thinner, and increasingly Asher felt the heat of hell like it was kindling within him, rather than consuming from without. Chris panted raggedly, still struggling to keep himself standing as he tried to adjust to the sensation of energy–power–lancing through his frame, and he looked at Wes with a kind of confusion. He was quickly distracted though as his chest thrust forward, the demon's moobs slapping sweatily against the top of his belly-maw, and Wes could feel his claw-tips disturbed and forced to adjust as a dark, curved obsidian spike materialized in the meaty nipple, making the smaller demon snarl and bellow from the fiery sensation.

“You're becoming so much more, just like you wanted…" Wes grinned, watching as the huge cock fed its contents into rapidly swelling balls. The newly converted demon's sack was distending, a reservoir of cum and energy and corruption all at the same time, almost ready to receive its guest. In the hot, constantly pulsing confines, parts of the delivery boy's soul melted off from the main mass, fueling the fires that were starting to rage in his ballsack. Finally able to pierce that outer layer of protection on such smaller bits, the infernal heat pushed its way directly into those chunks of mortal spirit, making them combust with surges of hellish energy exploding through him. Even in Wes's arms, Chris's body throbbed and trembled, the edges of his frame quivering like his physical form could hardly contain the rapid influx of demonic power, particularly as one so new to it. The already quite hairy skin of the demon started to thicken, the sandy tan shade burning into more crimson hue as it became more hide-like, rougher, bestial hairs starting to sprout across his immense thighs as they flexed and stretched.

“F-feels so good, bro," Chris panted, his voice deeper again, grinning weakly back up at his new mentor, the demon in Wes's arms feeling noticeably heavier–and scratchier–than he'd been a few moments before. Wes said nothing but let a long, forked, serpentine tongue slither out across the edge of Chris's thickening black beard to plunge into his mouth, filling it with the lusty flesh. Energy surged and flowed through all of Chris's veins, but he could feel that Asher wasn't being destroyed, merely converted as part of the catalytic process going on between his furry legs. He'd never be a full demon, but Chris was turning him into… something.

“Bro, you were born to be this…" Wes whispered, his words a little off given the tongue extending from his mouth. Chris's only response was a hungry growl into the kiss, and as his hand moved to grip up around the back of the other demon's head, Wes could hear it softly popping and cracking as it expanded, taking a more monstrous shape as the new demon's claw-tips forced themselves further outwards, fusing more fully with the ends of his fingers. In readjusting himself to more easily make out with Wes, the enormous bulge at the base of his cock finally tilted enough to fully deposit Asher–and what remained of his soul–into a goopy, churning, and hot volume of fluid. Not only could he feel the walls of his new prison continuing to milk and pulse around his being, he could feel the ooze itself trying to tug away at his spirit, condensing and squeezing into whatever holes or gaps they could find across the human's body–like every aspect of the experience was working to separate his soul from his flesh, freeing the latter to be remolded.

More dark marks spread across Chris's other wrists while thickets of hair bordering on fur pushed out from between his man boobs and descended from under his arms. His toes ached as they fused, his flesh webbing them together as his toenails softened and spread across the newly mended digits. As the keratin grew firm once more, it took on the texture of hooves instead. The growing demon huffed and snorted into Wes's mouth, furiously wrestling with his tongue as his legs lost their previously doughy, rolling quality–thick slabs of muscle throbbed forward through the layer of fat, etching a clearer definition into his thighs and calves before getting heavily obscured by the expanding forests of fur.

And then with an audible snap, the tenuous integrity of Asher's soul, already so eaten-away at, finally evaporated within the infernal forge of the demon's balls. Chris's already-engorged and iron-hard veins began emitting a constantly flickering hellish glow. His entire body started radiating a heat powerful enough that Wes's demonic nature was the only thing that allowed him to bear it with any comfort, just a by-product as the last–and largest amount– of the mortal's spirit energy was defiled and made into Chris's power.

Like the first bubble rising in rapidly boiling water, everything came to a climax in a single moment. Chris's mind flared with the heat, his horns pushing out further from his skull. His massive balls began to shrink and contract, pressing what Asher had become back up through that massive cock. It throbbed and pulsed, veins bulging before an unholy flood of tainted seed rushed outward, flooding across the floor. In the midst of it all, a pleasurable muscle spasm extruded a heap of dripping surfer… but the creature dropped before Chris was no longer human.

While the delivery boy's hair had remained a blond color, his skin had taken on a greenish tinge. Fan-like winged ears stretched out from the size of his head and his nose and chin were more pointed, his features exaggerated. Any excess fat had been stripped away, leaving only lean muscle and ligament. A fair portion of Asher's height had diminished as well, rendering him as an imp in Chris's service.

The combination between the explosion of pressure in his skull and the powerful cock spasm was enough to force Chris to rip his lips away from Wes's, releasing a low, guttural rumble of satisfaction as his horns wove and grew, his eyes squeezing shut. The horns became ridged and curved, fat like a ram's, but seemingly composed of the same rock-like material that his hooves and claws were. Once the horns had settled, he opened his eyes, looking first at himself and the still-quivering nodes of muscle set across his enlarged frame, then back up at Wes with a lustful, but grateful expression. And then his gaze turned to the newly shrunken imp, feeling the latter's submission to him innately, like it was a characteristic inscribed on his very bones, Chris's superiority to him becoming a fundamental part of both of their natures.

Up. To me, the words surged out of his mind and to the imp's, his expression of will so pure and immediate that he hadn't consciously noticed the thought until it was already burning at the core of the much smaller demon's mind. The green skinned imp braced himself and sprung up, wobbling a little with his different center of gravity. His shoes remained on, oversized to his diminished frame, as was his throbbing green knee length dick. He looked up with doting eyes, a grin on his sharp and wicked looking face.

“What can I do for you dude?" Asher asked, scratching at one of his fat, stubby nipples. In response, the imp felt an intense lust wash through him, flashes in his mind of Chris's drooling shaft and heaving sack, a raw expression of his master's need serving in the place of any words as the now-largest demon extended an arm invitingly towards Asher. His other immensely clawed hand shifted to grasp at the back of Wes's head with a demeanor that was as possessive as it was affectionate, pulling him close enough that he could extend his long, thickly pointed tongue to lick up Wes's cheek. Smirking cockily at the other, he rumbled playfully,

“Y'know, all that excitement has me feelin' hungry again." Chris grinned. Wes chuckled at that, nuzzling affectionately against Chris's thick ram horns.

“Well, we could order some more delivery…" Wes purred happily, completely content with how thoroughly and completely he had corrupted his roommate. In the midst of the sweltering heat, loud elevated rail and dubious noxious fumes, they'd forged their own corner of lost paradise.