This choice: You drink it all down... And fall into another dream. • Go Back...Chapter #38Waking Nightmare by: oldshep   You lap up the dark puddle, the sinking feeling of doom washing over you; a necessary sacrifice. You can feel the small gulps you licked up burning all the way down into your gullet. You shiver as you feel your insides turning, the crack of your ribs healing, the bruising inside reversing. You flop onto your back and hold your chest as you feel your heart racing, the fear of a heart attack on your mind, even though you know your body will be okay, it's your soul you should worry about.
"Aaah," you whimper, your nails scratching against the ground as your body begins to tense. The expansion is slow, not painful, but scary nonetheless. You watch as a vein creeps down your bicep, feeding pure strength into the limb. You can almost see the evil feeding your body, making you stronger. A sick grin grows on your face, your member beginning to feel the effects and it loves that it's not being left out of the growth. You mash your chin into your neck, feeling the way your pecs are beginning to push back, nice firm swells in place of what used to be nothing just days ago.
You felt fucking hot, in every sense. You felt sexy, and your whole body was burning up. You bring one spasming arm down, feeling up your now carved up abs. You bone up when your fingers find not six, but eight distinct ridges. Your grin grows when you feel the way your pecs jut out, enough for you to cup them in your paws. There was just so much meat on your bones. So much, "power," you moan aloud.
Your hand feels up your thickening thighs, the feeling every head of each quadriceps. You must look like one of the powerful sprinters on the track team, nice thick upper bodies, strong cores and ridiculously shredded legs. You flex your toes, drunk off the power you feel in your calves shifting. Your hand moves up to feel your rod, already dripping a copious amount of black pre. Your eyes are wild as you feel the new girth and length. Fucking big dick for a big badger. You purr as you give the thing a few tugs.
You want more.
You sit up and get a naughty thought. What started as purely good intention, to save Manny, to end the cycle, has turned into something else, the prospect of power corrupting your small, mortal mind, waking something latent within you. You accept it, you're a demon, the strongest demon. Well... you were.
You bend over, curling your strong core and taking your length up you own mouth. This was so... hot... You begin to finger your ass with one hand and angle your dick to your mouth with the other. All you can think of is more, more muscle, more strength. You deserve it, you're Charlie's favourite...
You slam your face down, managing to curl into a ball and taking your entire length, all seven inches, in your mouth, your nose touching the pubic fur on your nutsack. Your release is violent, the growth seeming to have restored your virility, and then some. You cum so much, you know you're going to grow. A lot. Your mind races with all the evil thoughts of conquest, dominance... revenge.
When you're finished, after a good 30 seconds of release, licking up every small ooze, your whole body shudders and you know you're about to grow even more. You can feel it, you might not get to Manny's size, but you're going to be a, "freaking giant," you groan as your dislodge your mouth from your dick, wracked by your orgasm as you writhe on the floor, pleasure flooding your senses. You can feel yourself growing, the fire in your eyes growing just as much as you lose consciousness.
***
The earth... or rather Hell itself, shakes beneath you. It takes you a moment to realize that it's you that's causing the tremors. Your body moves on its own. You're in your dream-land, the stuff of nightmares. Your body slams your hips up and down, your gigantic demonic body humping the ground. You raise your head and roar, the whole underworld quaking with your might as you blow an inordinate amount of black cum into Hell, a swamp forming before you.
You see small creatures begin to come out of hiding, other lesser-demons coming to lap up your empowered jizz. They don't grow much, but the sexual frenzy you cause is enough to please you, you're grinning. Some minions crawl up to you, worshipping your body. You sit up, your giant cock slapping your pecs heavily, ropes of pre already bubbling out of your length. You pull your member out of the way and bend down to see the massive, dick-shaped crater you had made, a happy little shark-demon writhing in delight from being crushed by his master's cock.
"Did you enjoy that, Blakey?" you purr, your voice so deep it scares you.
"Yes," the tiny Blake groans. You lay onto your back, putting your gargantuan hands behind your head, and you feel Blake's miniature body crawling atop your incredible, muscular landscape. He lays himself atop your mountainous pecs, the massive mounds on your chest squeezing him on either side and your dick pushing him down into the canyon between your pecs. You can feel his giant, though small to you, twin dicks spasm, blowing his own sizable load onto you. His tongue lolls out and he begins to lick the cleft on your chest. "I love you, Paul," he moans.
"I love me too," you growl lustily, tensing your whole body, entombing yourself in your power. "But I need more," you snarl lowly. "I need Charlie back. I need an equal. One that I can fuck properly." Your hand reaches down and plays with the small demon-shark trapped by your massive body.
"Me?" Blake asks, hope written clearly on his demonic-visage.
"Of course," you rumble darkly. You know it's a lie. But then again, demons lie. "I'll bring Master back, he'll become the true king of Hell, and you and me, we'll be his most powerful servants."
"Why can't you become the king of Hell?" Blake sighs, snuggling deeper into you. "You are the most powerful demon in Hell. I say forget Master, you are my master."
"Am I?" you growl hotly.
"Yes, Master," Blake purrs happily.
"And should you disobey me?"
"It'll never happen-"
"And what if it does?" you growl sternly.
"Then you can have all my power, all my abilities, I'll just be a worthless soul lost in Hell. Either way, I'll be with you forever, Master," Blake says softly, surprisingly sweet for a demon.
"Very good, Blakey," you moan. "Now, Master needs to fuck again." You both grin evilly.
***
You wake with a start, the dream still fresh in your mind. A mad grin grows on your muzzle. Blake promised you his power, all that muscle he had accumulated, his ability to dissolve into fog. You'd be powerful demon indeed. You lick your lips and sit up, looking at the slumbering goat beside you. Power... You stand and stumble around naked, feeling the heft of your body sway with each step. You find the bathroom and flick on the lights.
Your grin widens as you see the massive badger before you. You've surpassed anything you thought you could become. At the bottom of your vision in the mirror, you see just how wide your thighs had become, easily surpassing the width of your tight waist. You didn't even have to look at the rest of you to know you were the size of a bodybuilder, perhaps a lightweight one, but a bodybuilder nonetheless. You're elated at the sight of your dick though, the length surges to life as you watch it lengthen and widen as it fills with your tainted blood, a big eight inch monster jutting over your abs. As you grasp the heavy length in your paws, you watch your incredible abs undulate, the serrated edges of your obliques twisting the fur over it. Your pecs twitch as you begin to pound your length, loving the way you splurt out gobs of black pre. Those massive hills on your chest are just so damn big, attached to massively wide shoulders. You shudder and feel the way your traps swallow your neck. And best of all, that vein you saw on your biceps last night, not only was it more prominent, but it was fat, feeding those colossal twenty inch plus cannons you called arms. You were a fucking beast, feeling stronger than the Beast itself.
"Paul?" a worried, deep voice calls from behind.
"Manny," you growl, turning to your ultra-massive boyfriend. You raise your arms into a double bicep, the goat's eyes going wide at how big you've become. "Look at my muscles, babe," you coo, licking over the engorged muscle on your arm.
"Oh my God, Paul," Manny whines. "What have you done to yourself?" His face was a mix of terror and sadness.
"Don't be scared, Manny. I did this for us," you rumble hotly, moving up to Manny and wrapping your now-big arms around his waist, squeezing at his ample rump. "I can now destroy Blake. He'll never bother us again," you snarl, lashing out and taking Manny's exposed nipple into your mouth.
The goat pushes you off. "Paul," he whimpers. "It's not worth it. I can't lose you."
"I'll be with you forever, babe," you coo.
"This isn't you, Paul," Manny barks, the goat grabbing at your sides and shakes you violently. "Where's the badger I fell for?"
You shake your head, as if coming out of your power-trip. You glance over your body... what have you done to yourself? You take a step back and take another look at the mirror. You felt disgusted with yourself, but the you see something that makes your eyes go wide. Behind the massive Manny was an even more massive John...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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