A Handholding Position
Setting: Earth.Ships: Unnamed Human / Fyzre'lath.
Characters: Fyzre'lath (nb demon).
Setting: Earth.Ships: Unnamed Human / Fyzre'lath.
Characters: Fyzre'lath (nb demon).
"You can shapeshift, right?" His contractor's question came out of the blue. Fyz nodded. Honestly, his contractor should already know that, since they’d had him shapeshift before. It wasn’t like his powers would change during a span of three hours since the last time Fyzre’lath changed. "Any shape?"
"Yeah, I can." Fyz didn't want to ask what brought the question about, and the contract didn't require him to ask at the moment. He hadn't needed to ask either way however, because his contractor continued unprompted.
"I thought so. I want you to remove all the useless bits, and turn into just a cunt, mouth, and tits. With a nice throat and your tits growing when I cum inside you." His contractor made a grabbing gesture in the air, mimicking squeezing a pair of breasts. Fyz felt incredulous at the request. This particular contractor hadn’t been very outlandish with their requests before.
It was only the fact that he didn't entirely understand what his master meant that his body wasn't already following the directive. Fyz didn't want to ask, but he was prompted to by the expectant look on his contractor’s face and the bond of the contract. "I don't know what you're picturing in your mind, so I can't really do that."
His master groaned, head tipping back against the wall. "Fuck. Fine. I just want you more conveniently sized. Whatever, I'll instruct you bit by bit."
Although Fyzre'lath didn't want to, he nodded once more in acknowledgement. "Very well," he agreed despite himself, knowing that he didn't have a choice either way. Struggling was simply painful, but he felt dread starting to grow as his contractor propped themself up against pillows and the back and armrest of the sofa they were sitting in. "First off," Fyz's master started. "Lose the arms. Like, whole amputee style, way up here." The human patted one of their shoulders, indicating just how much of Fyzre'lath's arms needed to go. Fyzre'lath closed his eyes as he felt his body start to obey, start to shift. His fingers melted into his hands, his hands folded into his wrists, and bit by bit, his arms started to shrink back into his torso until they were entirely gone. "Yeah, good. Get up here."
Obediently, Fyz seated himself in the sofa, kneeling in it the way that this particular contractor liked him to do. His contractor nodded, and the next order was, "Strip," which was a struggle with no hands, but made easier with the help of magic and the persistence of a contract that couldn't be opposed. Within only a few minutes of wrangling clothes while kneeling on the couch cushion, Fyzre’lath was completely naked.
"Alright. Good, good." His master looked pleased, though it apparently wasn't enough that Fyz lacked arms and was made fairly helpless by it. Because his master continued, giving him another order that Fyzre'lath instinctually would follow. They patted their leg by the hip, the implication in the gesture clear. "Now, the legs. They gotta be gone, too."
From experiences different from this one, Fyz knew that it would be disorienting and unpleasant to see his body meld into the shape his master was looking for. He closed his eyes again, avoiding the sight of his feet folding up on themselves and merging with his legs, his legs folding upward and merging with his hips. Only thanks to his tail did Fyzre'lath's body stay upright, supported from behind. He heard a pleased sigh, followed by the next instruction. Fyz felt his body sway as his breasts grew, and he felt a tingle as his cock retracted, turning into a fully functioning cunt. He managed to stay upright still, but he felt himself teeter. "Next, get rid of your body between your tits and your cunt. Like your belly, and back, and all that stuff."
The implication was clear as to what they meant. Fyz's body obliged, starting to shrink. The sound of a grunt made Fyzre'lath open his eyes a sliver, and past eyelashes and a lower and lower angle, he saw his master stroke their cock through their boxers. They watched as Fyzre'lath's body shrunk, until he was just a pair of breasts, an ass, crotch, a head and tail. A chuckle came out of his master, who palmed their cock a bit harder. "Get rid of that head of yours. I don't wanna see a trace of it except your mouth."
It was a distressing order, and Fyz really wanted to resist it, but he had no choice but to allow his chin to melt into his crotch, his mouth finding a spot just above his cunt, as his nose spread across his skin, flattening, his eyes sinking in under the fat where all he could see was red-tinted darkness. His long ears merged with his hips, making all sound muffled, though still somehow audible through the vibration of bones. He felt the sofa shift, and a soft slab of flesh landing against his lips. With words vibrating his whole being, as little of it as was left, Fyz felt his body twist, his mouth moving to below his cunt, his cunt nestling between his ass cheeks. His anus was sealed, he felt, allowing for more space for his cunt to settle. When he swallowed, he felt pressure against his throat from below, a bone from his pelvic region there for a moment before it shifted to create more space. Fyzre'lath's insides were scrambled, anything ''unnecessary'' as his master called them shrunken to minimal sizes to make room for the few parts that his master wanted to have access to.
Through the skin and bone, Fyz could hear another order, and he felt his breasts twinge, tensing in expectation. The next order was to make his breasts grow each time cum was spilled into Fyzre'lath's messed-up body, and he already knew that his breasts were waiting with the expectation to milk his contractor for sustenance to grow.
Fyzre'lath felt hands on his body, grasping at his ass and pulling him across the sofa. He felt the coarse fabric of the sofa drag across his cunt, made more sensitive than it naturally was due to his body focusing so many more of his nerve endings into it. If he could hear himself moan, he would have, but all Fyz could hear in his half-plugged ears was a muffled sound of pleasure. It was followed by his master's laughter, and a comment about how he was a freak for enjoying himself in a form like this. Fyz knew that they were right, but he couldn't help himself. His body, even without any enhancements like the ones that he had currently developed, reacted to his contractor's body, eager to be touched by them because he gained vitality from them. There wasn't much Fyz got in return for the contracts that he made, save for a soul pulled to Hell and a little bit more power. It was humiliating to have contractors with such degenerate interests, but each little touch was a tiny drop of power that brought him just a little bit closer to growing as a demon.
His master pulled him forward and tipped him over. Fyzre'lath felt his breasts press against the coarse sofa pillow, and a hand winding around his tail.His mouth and his cunt were tilted upward, and drool slid down Fyz's throat. He heard words, another order, and his teeth sank into his gums, creating a flat surface over the small pieces of bone. His master's cock slid in between his butt cheeks, a soft shaft that was just starting to harden.
Hands were on Fyz's ass, and words made the cheeks grow fatter, so that the friction was wrapping further around the cock between them. His master's cock hardened with each stroke, and with each slow thrust forward his master's cock brushed up against his exposed clit to send shocks of pleasure up Fyzre'lath's compressed spine. It was a quick thing to draw Fyzre'lath close with how fast the pleasure reached his brain, with how completely his brain was dominated by the pleasure. Even before his master stopped to reposition, Fyzre'lath was cumming, his moan deep and dull in his ears.
"Holy shit, did you just piss yourself?" his master asked, baffled. Fyzre'lath was unable to shake his head, but he could respond, to let his master know that "No, I squirted," which only made his master sound amazed, judging by the whistle. "Shucks, I made you do that that fucking fast? I gotta be awesome."
Although the fact that it wasn't actually their skill at hot-dogging that was the result of Fyz's squirting but rather Fyz's compressed state, Fyzre'lath didn't object. Honestly, such intense contact, he figured, had to be net-positive for him, and bring him more power in the end. And it felt good. Just that felt so good. Fyzre'lath had the sensation of closing his eyes even as he couldn't, as his master kneaded his ass and spread his cheeks. "You know what, let your asshole show here," the tip of the cock brushed against a spot just between Fyz's ass cheeks, and though at an unnaturally high spot, his anus appeared there. "And when I cum, I wanna see it just drip out there, like you've been filled by tons of cocks. Actually, anyone that masturbates in a fleshlight or stuff should unload in your ass. Yeah, my cum goes in your tits, and everyone else's goes out your asshole."
Fyz wasn't sure that was a good idea, since there were definitely hundreds if not thousands of people masturbating at any given moment in the world, but he didn't object - he couldn't object - and he could feel the change, and the start of a slow drip as cum leaked out his his ass.
"That's hot," his master said, clearly not seeing the mistake they had made yet. But Fyzre'lath was unable to point it out, and even if he had been able to, so long as he wasn't required to, he wasn't interested in letting his contractors know when they messed up. That wasn't actually his problem. And anyway, the sensation of cum leaking out of him, sliding between his ass cheeks in either direction, it was a good one. It slid along his skin, and he could feel it pool under him, wetting his breasts, and he could feel it leak into his cunt, invading him and filling him. His master was watching it happen, hands still on Fyz's ass, kneading his cheeks, pulling them apart and pressing them together. It pulled at Fyzre'lath's pussy lips, too, drawing them wide and pushing them closed, which caused some of the cum that, in a steady stream, flowed from his ass, to drip into his mouth. It was a mess of different tastes, but the silky touch against his sensitive areas was stimulating, as was the way it slid down his throat as he swallowed. He felt his breath grow slightly ragged, but the stimulation was just too tender and soft to be able to stimulate him into another orgasm.
It was almost a relief when his master shifted their attention, turning Fyz over to lay on his ass. The cum, Fyz had to assume, would be leaking in between the cushions. But still, he said nothing about it. His master stroked one of Fyz's breasts, drawing it to the side. They let it go, and it smoothly slid back into place. It was a soft texture, bundled with nerves that usually would go into other places of the body. Fyzre'lath's face, too, was melded into his breasts, though invisible. But he could feel it, how fingers pressed into his cheek and against his eye as his master squeezed his breast. The soft tissue offered little resistance, making it easy to massage in the hand. Fyzre'lath felt his nipple harden, and he let out a gasp as he felt lips on the other, sucking. Lips and teeth were insistent on Fyz's nipple, eliciting gasps from him each time a new sensation overtook him. His other breast was still rubbed, palmed, squeezed, and it was good, it felt good. It wasn't as good as the way his cunt had felt good as the cock rubbed against it, but it felt good either way.
Meanwhile, as his master played with his breasts, Fyz was starting to more clearly feel as each load was pumped into his ass, only to trickle out and onto the cushion beneath him. Cocks moved inside of him, one, two, too many to count and feel the distinct differences of, yet he felt every stroke with small cocks, big cocks, long, fat, all sorts of sizes. The cum pooled on the cushion, seeped into it and through it. His ass was soaked, and his lips moved to feel the cum ripple.
His master wasn't aware of how messy their sofa was becoming, but they seemed too occupied to take notice at that moment. They were enjoying themself, licking, biting, sucking, fondling, pinching, stroking. Fyz, too, enjoyed it, but in combination with the cocks and cum that he felt inside of him and beneath him.
His master pulled his mouth from Fyz's breasts, a gasp of "such nice tits," coming out breathlessly from them. They patted their cock against one of Fyz's breasts, and smeared wetness across it. Because it was the breast that they had been kneading, rather than suckling, Fyz could tell that his master smeared pre-cum onto his skin, swerving it around with their cock. Their glans rubbed against Fyz's nipple, and he could hear deep muffled breathing from above. The cock slid sideways along the round of the breast, landing in the valley between them. Fyz's master grasped both his breasts, pressing them together to completely wrap around their cock. Fyz could feel every vein as they started to thrust their hips, fucking Fyzre'lath's breasts. They moaned, and the weight on Fyz's breasts told him that they were leaning forward to fuck deeper. Their cock was just long enough to poke out from between them, and on occasion Fyz could feel a squirt of pre-cum spill out onto his skin.
Their hands pressed down tighter around Fyzre'lath's breasts, and when they came the cum spilled between his breasts, ran downward, and trickled down to Fyzre'lath's lower lip. He parted his lips, allowing the cum to slide into his mouth, and he swallowed the slimy spunk without question. It wasn't a great taste, but it was invigorating.
Fyzre'lath was abruptly released. His master slumped back on the sofa, and seemed to finally notice the mess the cum still leaking out of Fyz's ass was making. "Fuuuck. Plug up your ass so you don't leak," they said, and a tingle of magic made a butt plug, round and large, stopper up the cum inside of Fyz. He could still feel the cum being spilled inside of him, and knew that the mess would only grow, once the plug was removed. "Clean up all this cum," was the following order, and though he couldn't see a thing, Fyz's magic did its job, magicking away all the cum that soaked the cushions.
"I'm gonna rest a bit," his master commented. It seemed they already had reached their limit, and the sound of the TV being turned on was proof of that. But Fyz didn't get a break just because his master took one.
He winced as his tail was grasped, and his master adjusted his position. Fyz was moved downward, to let his master rest their feet on top of his body. Apparently, his master required him to behave as a foot pillow, and though Fyz wasn't told to do anything else, he was still feeling the pressure of their heels on his body. They would sometimes shift, and it jostled Fyz, the cum inside his ass moving with him and the bundle of nerves that his whole body was made of feeling it intensely. He tried to breathe slowly, to keep his composure in check even as he felt the cum and cocks mingle into a hazy sensation throughout his body.
From the sound of the evening news being shut off, Fyzre'lath knew that he spent several hours as his master's foot pillow. It was a strange feeling to be one, a humiliating mix of pleasure and discomfort as he was continuously being pumped with more cum, his ass filling up and expanding. The plug stopped anything from leaking, but only because it was magical. He could feel that he had grown in size, with his master's feet starting to feel smaller than when they first placed them on top of him.
The pressure from his master's feet disappeared as they shifted, and they picked Fyz up by the tail again. He was carried through the apartment and dropped carelessly on a surface of soft fabrics. The bed, Fyz could tell, once his mind regained some of its bearings. His master left him to simply lay there for several long minutes, only feeling the linen beneath his tits and cum pumping into his stretched ass. Soft whimpers were drawn out of him with particularly heavy loads.
When his contractor returned they were seemingly ready for bed, judging by the dulled scent of shampoo and soap that Fyz could detect. The mattress dipped as his master climbed into the bed, and Fyz slid toward the dip just a little ways, before he was pulled close by a pull at his tail. His contractor pulled Fyz into their lap. A finger ran along the rim of the plug, and Fyz moaned. His skin was stretched by the plug, made tender by the time it had been inside of him, growing to accomodate for the size his insides were expanding to. His contractor let their finger slide downward and trace Fyzre'lath's labia for just a moment, and then pressed the digit into Fyz's mouth.
The finger stroked Fyz's gums, tracing the outline of each covered tooth. "Nice and soft," he heard his contractor comment before the finger retracted.
His contractor shifted, judging by the dip in the bed to sit cross-legged. Fyz was pulled into their lap, and he felt bare skin against his own. He was lifted by the hips, fingers pressing against the shells of his ears. Fyz groaned when his master slid Fyz's body into place, their glans pressing against his cum-wet cunt.
Gravity helped in guiding Fyz onto his master's half-erect shaft. He both sank and was pushed downward, the cock slipping deep, spreading him apart. This master, too, had been quick to order Fyz to make their cock grow in size, both in girth and in length, and in that moment Fyzre'lath could feel as every inch ran through his insides deeper and deeper, with countless nerves picking up on the motion. It didn't take long before Fyz dripped vaginal juices around the cock, and they poured in between his lips, parted for another moan.
The grasp on his hips and ears grew firmer, and he was pulled upward. His insides slid along the cock, squeezing down on it with a need to feel it cum inside of him the same way that he still could feel cum pour into his ass.
Fyzre'lath felt his insides shift, and he heard the cum filling him slosh as his contractor used his body as a cock sleeve. He heard groans, some that sounded like his own, some that definitely belonged to his master.
It was both a relief and unfortunate to feel his master cum. Fyz moaned as the heat spilled deep within him, and he felt his skin stretch as his breasts expanded just a little. Gravity let him sink down to be fully penetrated by his master's cock once more, and it twitched against the nerves filling his vaginal walls. Fyz whimpered at the sensation. It felt as though his master was pressing up against his brain, and maybe they were, through the jumbled mess that Fyz's body currently was.
Fyz was pulled off of his master's cock, only to be pushed down on it once more. His contractor had simply switched holes, moving Fyzre'lath to push their cock down his throat. Fyz's throat muscles contracted in surprise, and his contractor moaned, enjoying the feeling on their shaft. "That's a good pet," they said with a groan. Fyz felt them fall back against the bed. "Hey," he heard, muffled words shaking his compressed body. "Have the plug turn to a hose that goes to your cunt. Let's see how big your tits are in the morning."
The plug vibrated as it stretched out into a long strip of plastic, and then, cum gushed from Fyz's ass, the pressure finally released. His ass shrank quickly, the size shifting to his breasts. Fyz whimpered. The running cum shook the hose, shifting against his sensitive ass and cunt muscles. He felt his master's cock twitch in his mouth in response to the vibration of Fyz's voice. He heard an impressed whistle.
"Awesome." A hand brushed against Fyz's skin. "Right. I'mma sleep, but you keep suckling on my dick like a whore while I do, a'ight?" Fyz made a sound of recognition, his lips shifting against the cock. His tongue pressed up against it. His master moaned. Soon, they fell limp and asleep in the bed, coaxed by magic that stoppered their insomnia. And Fyz suckled the cock in his mouth, shaking as he felt another wave of cum stretch his breasts even larger. It would be a long night, covered by the sticky film of pleasure.