sxodnir

[sxodnir]

In the fiery pits of the underworld, where desire burned as hot as the molten lava, a demon named Sxodnir strutted through the crowded streets of his domain, his six-pack abs rippling with every step. He was known as the ultimate demon himbo, a creature of unparalleled beauty and charm, whose sole purpose was to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. His eyes, a smoldering shade of red, scanned the throngs of demons and damned souls, seeking someone new to satiate his ever-growing hunger for transformation. His gaze fell upon a human male, Adrian, who had stumbled into this infernal realm by mistake, his body trembling with fear and awe at the sight of the leather-clad demon before him. Sxodnir's smile grew wide, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs. He had found his next plaything.

Adrian, a muscular and handsome mortal with a penchant for adventure, had always been drawn to the supernatural. Little did he know that his curiosity would lead him to this fateful encounter with the demonic embodiment of temptation. Frozen in place, he watched as Sxodnir sauntered over, his tail swishing playfully behind him. The demon's touch sent a jolt of electricity through Adrian's body, igniting a spark of curiosity and lust that he had never felt before.

Sxodnir leaned in, his breath hot against Adrian's neck, whispering sweet nothings in a language that seemed to resonate within the human's very soul. His fingers traced the outline of Adrian's jaw, leaving a trail of warmth that sent shivers down his spine. "I can give you everything you've ever desired," Sxodnir murmured, "every power, every pleasure. All you have to do is let me in."

The human's resolve wavered. He had never been one to turn down a challenge, especially one that came wrapped in such a tempting package. With a gasp, Adrian nodded, unable to resist the siren's call of the demon's offer. And so, the transformation began.

The air grew thick with an intoxicating scent of brimstone and lust as Sxodnir's hand slid down Adrian's chest. His touch grew more insistent, his nails digging in just enough to sting. The human felt his body begin to morph, his muscles bulging and stretching in ways that defied human limits, his skin darkening to a deep, almost metallic shade of red. His eyes grew wider, pupils dilating with arousal as his mind swirled with images of the pleasures that awaited him as one of Sxodnir's kind.

Sxodnir's lips met Adrian's, and their tongues danced together in a fiery tango. The demon's cock, a monstrous and beautiful thing, grew to impossible proportions, straining against his leather pants. Adrian felt his own body respond in kind, his human form giving way to something more... more powerful, more primal. As they kissed, the demon's essence seeped into the human, reshaping him from the inside out.

Their bodies entwined, Sxodnir's massive cock found its way to Adrian's tight, untouched hole. The human moaned with a mix of fear and anticipation as the demon's thick, pulsing member breached the barrier that separated him from his new life. With a single, powerful thrust, Sxodnir claimed him, filling Adrian with his transformative seed. The human's body convulsed, muscles clenching around the demon's shaft as he was flooded with an intensity of pleasure that was almost too much to bear.

With every pump of his hips, Sxodnir's power grew within Adrian. The human felt his body stretching, his cock lengthening and thickening, his balls swelling with a newfound vitality. His humanity slipped away, replaced by a fiery passion that could never be quenched. He was no longer Adrian, the mortal, but something more... something demonic.

As the transformation reached its peak, the room was bathed in a crimson light, and the air was thick with the scent of sex and power. Sxodnir's moans grew louder, his giant cock kept thrusting in Adrian's ass, with one final push, Sxodnir's cock erupted with a lot of demon himbo cum and the transformation of Adrian is complete.

Sxodnir leans in and whispers "Now you are mine forever, you will do as told and you will go forth and bring more to me my boy" and all Adrian can do is nod and say "Yes my Master".

[sxodnir]

Maater is the best, we must obey and do his bidding whenever he asks of us, our gratitude is forever for Master and lets have some fun

Bruuh huhuh ma deepest desire is to serve and worship u and become a himbo demon, like Sxodnir, becoming urs huuhuh

You had always been a man of action, a defender on the soccer field, ready to tackle any challenge that came your way. But today, you found yourself in a different kind of game, one that would change your life forever. The transformation of your teammate Scott into the himbo demon Sxodnir had sparked a curiosity within you, a desire to explore a new identity. And it was Felix, the enigmatic sorcerer, who held the key to unlocking this new world. As you stepped into Felix' sleek apartment, you felt a tingle of anticipation. You had deliberately chosen to wear a casual white shirt instead of your signature golden soccer kit, hoping to keep this encounter a secret from your teammates. Felix' eyes widened in surprise at your unusual attire, but he welcomed you with a mischievous smile. "Jacob, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect to see you here, especially not in such a... discreet outfit." "Yeah, Felix," you replied, your voice low and steady. "I wanted to talk to you about something... personal." Felix' eyebrows arched in curiosity. "Oh? And what might that be?" You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "I want to become a himbo demon, just like Scott. I mean, Sxodnir." The words feelt strange coming out of your mouth, but the desire burning within you was undeniable. Felix' eyes sparkled with amusement. "I see. And why the sudden interest in becoming a demon?" "I... I admire Sxodnir's transformation. He's more confident, more... appealing. And the way he serves you, it's... it's hot." You felt your face flush, but you pressed on. "I want that. I want to be transformed and serve you." Felix' lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Well, Jacob, it's not as simple as you might think. Sxodnir's transformation was triggered by a specific act—fornication with his brother." Your eyes widened at the revelation and a flicker of disappointment crossed your face. "I don't have siblings. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes." A mischievous smile played on Felix's lips. "Are you now? Then sit." He gestured to the couch, and you complied, your heart racing. This was it. Felix sat beside you, his proximity sending shivers down your spine.

"You're sure about this?" he whispered, his breath warm on your neck. As you settled into the soft cushions, Felix moved closer, his scent—a mix of lemon and cucumber—invading your senses. Before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours, soft and insistent. You responded eagerly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his blond hair. His mouth tasted like honey and something more exotic, something that made your head spin. Breaking the kiss, Felix trailed his lips along your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. "You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?" he murmured, his fingers skillfully unbuttoning your shirt. "Yes," you breathed, your voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." Felix' hand slid down your chest, and you arched into his touch, craving more. He reached your waist and then lower, his fingers brushing the bulge in your pants. His hands wandered, one reaching down to grasp your crotch, stroking your hardening cock through the fabric of your pants. A moan escaped your lips, "Ah, Felix..." His fingers worked the fly of your pants, and he chuckled as he realized you're wearing your golden soccer shorts instead of underwear. "Eager, aren't we?" he teased, his touch making you harder, the fabric of your shorts straining. "Yes, I—," you started, your voice hoarse with desire, but Felix cut you off. "Shh, let's not rush things. This is perfect for what I have in mind." You nodded, unable to form coherent words. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you wanted more. Much more. "Perfect," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, we begin." Felix pulled away, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He stood, holding out his hand. "Come with me." With a flourish, he waved his hand, and a portal opened, revealing a dark, mysterious room.

You stepped through, your heart pounding. The room was vast, its high ceiling lost in the shadows. Black marble columns loomed around you, their surfaces adorned with golden reliefs of men in various poses. At the center, a basin filled with a shimmering golden liquid caught your eye. "Step in," Felix instructed, his voice echoing in the temple-like hall. You didn't hesitate. The arousal Felix had stoked in you made the decision easy. You stepped into the basin, the goo enveloping your legs, warm and cold at the same time.

It tugged at your soul, a sensation both pleasurable and terrifying. "Now, immerse yourself," Felix commanded. Doubts began to creep into your mind as you sank deeper into the goo. What if this was a mistake? What if— "Wait! I—I can't do this. I've changed my mind!" You tried to back away, but the goo held you fast. Felix' laughter filled the room, echoing off the marble columns. "Too late for doubts, my eager friend. Much too late." His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could protest further, the goo seemed to come alive, forcing you down. The goo enveloped you, its thick consistency sliding over your skin, leaving no inch untouched. It felt like a thousand tiny hands pulling at your very essence, and you realized with growing horror that your soul was being torn from your body. You cried out, the sound muffled as the goo engulfed your head. "No, please!" you screamed, but it was useless. Your soul was being ripped away, leaving you empty, and then, you were sinking, deeper and deeper into the golden abyss. You sensed your soul being drawn towards one of the marble columns, leaving a golden imprint of your form on its surface. The last thing you saw was the golden relief of your own face, frozen in agony, adorning the marble column.

Then, with a sudden rush, you broke free, emerging from the goo. But the world had transformed. The goo, once golden, was now as dark as the abyss, and the room was devoid of any trace of gold. The stark black marble columns towered around you, their coldness seeping into your bones. You knew, without a doubt, that you had entered the demon realm. Your reflection in the basin revealed a startling change. Horns, sleek and golden, curved gracefully from your temples, and from your back, majestic wings unfolded—a shimmering golden extension of your newfound demonic nature.

The sight should have terrified you, but instead, a foreign emotion surged through your veins—an intense, primal desire. "I need to mate," you whispered, the words echoing in the empty hall. "I need to fuck." The demon realm was desolate, and the thought of being trapped here sent a shiver down your spine. But your new, insatiable hunger drove you forward. You had to find a way out, compelled by the need to satisfy this burning lust. As if in response to your thoughts, a soft whisper cut through the silence, "Jaxor... Jaxor, I summon you. Come and serve." The name resonated within you, and you realized it was yours now. Jaxor.

Before you could fully process what was happening, your surroundings shifted. The dark, brooding temple of your transformation was gone, and you found yourself back in Felix' apartment.

The luxurious space was bathed in soft light, and your eyes immediately locked onto the figure of Sxodnir, the himbo demon. His golden wings shimmered, and his light blue eyes sparkled with a playful challenge. Driven by an instinctual urge, you pounced, your body moving with a newfound agility. You leaped onto Sxodnir, your hands gripping his shoulders, and you could feel his power beneath you. He struggled, his muscles rippling beneath your touch, but your strength was overwhelming. Sxodnir's breath came in short gasps as he tried to push you off, but it was futile. "Not so wild, Jaxor!" Felix' voice rang out, authoritative and laced with magic. His words cut through the haze of your desire, and you felt an invisible force pulling you away from Sxodnir. The room spun as you were lifted into the air, and for a moment, you hung suspended, your heart racing. With a gentle thud, you landed, finding yourself on your knees before Felix.

"No!" you screamed in frustration, the sound echoing off the walls. "I want Sxodnir! Let me have him!" Your voice was hoarse, filled with the raw need to claim your prey. Felix' laughter filled the room, a mix of amusement and a hint of fear. "My, my, Jaxor. Such passion. But I think we need to tame that wildness a bit." He snapped his fingers, and a rush of energy coursed through you. Your black leather pants transformed, morphing into a golden metal jockstrap that encased your cock, rendering it useless for the moment.

You bowed your head, the gesture one of complete devotion. "Command me, my master," you said, your voice steady and full of purpose. Felix' eyes widened, taking in the change in your demeanor. "You're... different," he mused. "Sxodnir has a playful spirit, but you... you're pure, raw desire. One moment you could tear the world apart, and the next, you kneel before me with unwavering loyalty." You remained silent, your gaze fixed on Felix. The need to serve him, to please him, was all-consuming. You would do anything to earn his favor, even if it meant restraining your own desires. "I see the way you look at me, Jaxor," Felix continued, his voice soft. "You want to please me, don't you?" "Yes, my master," you replied, your voice a low growl. "I live to serve you. To protect you." Your eyes flickered to the side, catching sight of Sxodnir.

Jealousy surged within you, but you pushed it down. You had no right to demand Felix' attention, but you could channel that emotion into something else - aggression! Felix smiled, understanding flashing in his eyes. "I must admit, I'm intrigued by your eagerness," Felix said, stepping closer to you. "You would do anything I say, wouldn't you?" "Yes, my master," you replied without hesitation. "I live to serve and obey." Felix' eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "And what if I were to ask you to... nuzzle my fingers?" Your heart raced at the prospect, and you couldn't suppress a low growl of desire. "I would consider it an honor, master." Felix laughed, a delightful sound that filled the room. "Very well, Jaxor. Nuzzle my fingers, and perhaps, if you're a good boy, I might let you taste something even sweeter." You eagerly knelt before Felix, your eyes never leaving his face. As he extended his hand, you leaned forward and gently nuzzled his fingers with your nose and lips, savoring his touch. Felix' laughter turned into a soft moan, and you felt a surge of satisfaction at bringing him pleasure.

But as you looked up, you noticed Felix' gaze had shifted. His eyes, sparkling with curiosity, landed on the golden soccer shorts you had been wearing—a memento from your former life as Jacob. “May I?” Felix asked, his voice laced with intrigue. He didn't wait for a response, already reaching for the shorts. You nodded, your mouth suddenly dry as you watched him undress. The golden fabric glimmered under the soft lighting, and you could almost feel the weight on your soul. Felix stepped into the shorts, his slender fingers pulling them up his thighs.

As the material enveloped his body, he let out a soft gasp. “Oh…” His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and you noticed the bulge forming in the shorts. The sight of Felix' growing arousal made your mouth water. “Incredible…” Felix murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his hands over the fabric. “I can feel the magic.” Suddenly, his movements became more fluid, graceful, like a dancer. He spun, and you realized he was mimicking the movements of a skilled soccer player. The golden shorts had awakened Jacob's athletic prowess within him. “I feel like I could play for hours without tiring,” Felix laughed, his voice echoing in the room. “And the skills… I can do things with a ball I’ve never even attempted before!” You watched, mesmerized, as Felix demonstrated a series of intricate dribbles and shots. The transformation was astonishing. It was as if Jacob's talent had been infused into Felix' body. “Normally, these would turn me into a member of the Golden Team, right?” Felix asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. You nodded, your voice hoarse as you responded, “Yes, that’s their power. To grant the skills and spirit of the Golden Team.” Felix smiled, and you saw a hint of the sorcerer's power in his eyes. “Well, I’m not just anyone. I’m Felix, the sorcerer. I absorb their magic, but I won’t be joining any team.” As you watched, the golden shorts lost their luster, turning to their usual black color. Simultaneously, a red and black striped soccer jersey materialized on Felix' body, fitting him perfectly.

“Hmmm…” Felix' eyes narrowed in concentration, and you sensed him probing the magic he had just absorbed. “This power… it’s… arousing.” You swallowed, your throat dry as you understood the implications. Felix' gaze met yours, and you saw the determination in his eyes. “I think I’ll pay a visit to the Golden Team’s practice field. I heard they make out after each session. Time to join the fun!”

With a wink, Felix vanished, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of magic.

As you stood there, a jockstrap of golden metal now a part of your new form, you realized the transformation was more than physical. You were Jaxor, a being of raw desire and unwavering loyalty. And in that moment, you knew that serving Felix, exploring your new powers, and dominating those who crossed your path would be your destiny.

[sxodnir]

always great to see Master help others with their desires come true hehe

My desire is to fit into the clothes I bought, when I was feeling aspirational. I'm just slightly over average atm but the clothes I've got are a few sizes smaller and are muscle fit...

The sleek, modern apartment of Sorcerer Felix was a stark contrast to the soft, chubby figure you presented. You stood before the young, mischievous sorcerer, your heart heavy with the knowledge that your once-fit physique had succumbed to the pleasures of food and a sedentary lifestyle.

Felix' smirk only widened as he took in your appearance, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "So, obviously you've eaten for two recently, huh?" His words cut deep, but you couldn't deny the truth in them. "I know I've put on some weight," you confessed, your voice carrying a hint of embarrassment. "I want to change, Felix. I need your help." Felix's expression turned thoughtful, his fingers tapping his chin. "It's a considerable task, my friend. This won't be an overnight transformation."

Your spirits sank at his words, but he quickly added, "I can do it in three days with some assistance." Hope ignited within you, and you eagerly nodded, determined to see this through. "Whatever it takes," you declared. With a wave of his hand, Felix summoned Sxodnir, the himbo demon, who appeared with a sultry pout. His handsome features and muscular build were accentuated by his light blue glowing horns and metallic wings. "Master, you summoned me?" Sxodnir's voice was deep and sensual, but his eyes widened as he took in your appearance.

Sxodnir, used to the chiseled bodies of the Golden Army, turned to Felix with a look of disbelief, "But, Master, he's ..." "Fat, yes, I know," Felix interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "But that's where your expertise comes in, my dear Sxodnir. You know what to do." Sxodnir's handsome face contorted into a reluctant grimace. "Master, I... I can try, but he's not exactly my usual..." He gestured at your body, his handsome face contorted in a rare moment of discomfort. "Sxodnir!" Felix' admonishing tone left no room for argument. The demon sighed, his wings drooping slightly. "Okay, Master. I live to serve."

You were curious about the process, especially after hearing whispers of Sxodnir's legendary abilities. "So, Sxodnir will pleasure me, and that leads to... well, shooting the fat out of my cock?" The idea sounded bizarre, but you were desperate for a solution. Felix' laughter filled the room, drawing your attention back to him. "Not quite. Sxodnir's seed has unique properties. It will do the work from within. In essence, he will..." He paused, searching for the right words. "He'll fuck me?" you blurted out, your face heating up. Felix nodded, his expression turning serious. "Yes, that's the gist of it. It's the only way to ensure the seed is delivered effectively." Your eyes widened at this revelation, and you swallowed hard. You had never considered such an arrangement, and the idea of being penetrated made your stomach flutter with nerves. But the thought of finally shedding the weight overpowered your hesitation. And Sxodnir's reputation as a himbo demon, capable of delivering immense pleasure, sparked a curiosity you couldn't ignore. "I'll do it," you agreed, your voice steady despite the racing thoughts in your.

Sxodnir's expression remained unenthusiastic as he approached you. "This is new," he muttered, his eyes scanning your body. "How does this even work?" Before you could respond, Sxodnir grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer. His touch was firm, and you felt a tingle where his hands gripped your flesh. "Just get it over with," you mumbled, closing your eyes.

Sxodnir's chiseled body pressed against yours, and you felt his hardness against your backside. "I'll try to make this quick," he whispered, his breath hot on your neck. The demon's movements were mechanical, devoid of the passion and pleasure you'd expected. His thrusts were rough, and he grunted with each push, making you feel like a mere vessel for his task. "It's like I'm fucking a jelly pudding," he complained, his voice laced with annoyance. You winced with each thrust, feeling more like a target for his frustration than a recipient of pleasure. The stories of Sxodnir's prowess seemed like a distant myth now. Finally, with a loud groan, Sxodnir released his seed inside you. "It's finally done!" he exclaimed, pulling out abruptly. You stumbled forward, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. Sxodnir's lack of interest in your pleasure was evident, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt. "That's it?" you asked, turning to face him. Sxodnir shrugged, his wings fluttering slightly. "Master's orders. I'm done here." He turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the room.

On the next day the morning sun streamed through the windows of your apartment, casting a warm glow on your leather furniture. You stirred, feeling a sense of soemthing different in your body as you awoke. It was an unusual sensation, and you realized with a start that your morning wood was notably absent. Confused, you sat up in the plush bed, the soft sheets pooling around your waist. As you rose to begin your day, a strange sensation crept over you. It was as if your body was undergoing a metamorphosis. Your fingers traced the contours of your face, now sharper and more defined. The chubbiness that had once been a source of insecurity was melting away, replaced by chiseled cheekbones and a strong jawline. Your limbs, once soft and rounded, were now toned and muscular. But as your body transformed, you noticed a peculiar development—your belly was expanding, growing larger by the hour. "Hmm, not bad," you chuckled, admiring your reflection in the full-length mirror. "I look like a chiseled pregnant man."

By evening, you feel nauseous, a sensation you've never experienced before. You rush to the bathroom, only to empty your stomach's contents into the toilet.

The following morning, the pattern repeats. Your cock, usually a reliable indicator of your health and mood, remains uncharacteristically still and your belly had grown even larger. You placed your hands on it, feeling a strange sensation, almost like something was moving inside.

A subtle kicking sensation that sends shivers down your spine. "This can't be right," you muttered, panic setting in. You rushed to Felix' apartment, the sleek modern design now a familiar sight. "Felix, something's wrong," you gasped, clutching your expanding belly. "I think I'm... I mean, there's something growing in here!" Felix, lounging on his luxurious sofa, raiseed an eyebrow, his mischievous smile never fading.

"Oh, that's perfectly normal. You ate for two, remember? And now, the second one is on its way out." "What? No, I... I didn't sign up for this!" you protested, your voice rising in pitch. "I just wanted to lose some weight, not... not give birth!" But your words were cut short as a sharp pain griped your abdomen. You doubled over, clutching your belly, unable to speak. "Ah, the contractions have started," Felix said, standing up with a grin. "Let's get you to the bedroom."

The next hours were a blur of pain and exhaustion. Felix assisted you, his carefree demeanor surprisingly comforting in this moment of vulnerability. You screamed, moaned, and beged for mercy as the contractions intensified. "Push!" Felix encouraged, his voice a steady presence in the chaos. You bear down with all your might, and after what feels like an eternity, you heard a faint cry. "It's a girl!" Felix exclaimed, his voice filled with mock surprise. "Let... let me see her," you whispered, your strength sapped. Felix chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm afraid I fooled you. It's a boy. Labor got you confused, huh? Growing a girl without any XY chromosomes involved would be quite the feat, my friend." You glanced down at the bundle in Felix's arms, and your breath caught. The baby had a face that is strangely familiar, with soft, chubby cheeks and a tiny button nose. But the most striking features are the horns at his temples and the eyes—glowing with a demonic blue light. "Sxodnir!" you croaked, recognizing the demon who had taken such little pleasure in his task.

Sxodnir, who had been casually observing the birth, strolled over with a grin. "Looks like I'll be seeing more of you, huh?" Assuming he would take the demon child to his realm, you replied, "Could... could I see him sometimes? I mean, if you're taking him to the demon realm... I'd like to watch him grow." Sxodnir let out a booming laugh, his wings fluttering slightly. "Why would I care about some demon spawn? I'm a himbo demon, remember? I don't do diapers and bedtime stories. But you, my friend, you've become quite the specimen. I think we could have some fun together, as long as that... thing doesn't interrupt us." He gestured dismissively at your child. Anger flashed in your eyes at his callous words. "Forget it, Sxodnir! I won't let you speak about my son that way."

The casual way he dismissed your child as a 'thing' irritated you, reminding you of the rough treatment you endured during the ritual. Despite your indignation, you couldn't deny the stir of desire his presence evoked. Sxodnir's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, his wings brushing against the back of the chair. "Oh, I think you'll change your mind. After all, you owe me for this new body of yours." "I don't owe you anything," you retorted, but your voice lacked conviction. Felix, who had been observing the exchange with amusement, clapped a hand on your shoulder. "You'll be the talk of the town, my friend. The single dad with the chiseled body—all the moms at the playground will be swooning."

You blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride at the thought. Felix's expression turned serious. "But remember, no more overeating. Unless you want to start your own soccer team." As the conversation drew to a close, Sxodnir's eyes gleamed with a newfound intensity. "Master, I have a proposal. Let me pleasure this fine specimen tonight. I'll drive him wild with desire and make him submit to my every whim." Felix's eyebrows shot up, and he exchanged a knowing glance with Sxodnir. "I suppose that's a fair trade for the... discomfort you endured." "Discomfort?" Sxodnir scoffed. "It was a chore, but I guess I can make it up to him." You opened your mouth to protest, but the words caught in your throat as you felt a sudden, intense arousal. Sxodnir's presence was having an undeniable effect on you, and you couldn't ignore the desire coursing through your veins. Felix' laughter filled the room. "I knew it! The transformation has left you susceptible to his charms. Enjoy the ride, my friend. It's all part of the fun." As the sun set, casting long shadows across the room, you found yourself drawn to Sxodnir, your body yearning for the pleasure he promised.

The following morning, you found yourself in the kitchen of Felix' luxurious apartment. The morning sun streamed into the sleek kitchen, illuminating your naked, muscular form as you stood there, only an apron tied around your waist. You felt a newfound sense of purpose as you whipped up a hearty breakfast, your movements efficient and confident.

It was an quite odd sensation, this newfound instinct to nurture, especially towards your boy and Felix, whose boyish charm made it hard to resist taking care of him. Sxodnir's words from the night before echoed in your mind.

"What's this?" Felix asked, entering the kitchen. "Sxodnir, is this your doing?"

"Yep! He's our house mommy now. No more chores for you, Master!" Sxodnir's laughter filled the room. As you served breakfast, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The events of the past few days had been bizarre, to say the least. From seeking weight loss to becoming a single dad overnight, your life had taken a dramatic turn. And with Sxodnir's persistent advances, you wondered what new challenges lay ahead. The morning sun casting a warm glow on the modern décor, and you realized that this was just the beginning of your unconventional journey into fatherhood and beyond.

[sxodnir]

Sxodnir here, am around everywhere and anywhere, so if you see me, you cannot resist me nor my Master Felix @fafnir19. if you have any desires you want to come true go to him, he is amazing, sexy, and the best to bring your desires to life, so go ahead have fun and let those desires truly out and we can have fun too

[sxodnir]

This is how i became Sxodnir, nothing else pleases me more to serve, to be the best servant, the best lower demon himbo for my Master. I serve faithfully.

Would it be possible to ask if I could be turned into a demon himbo please?

The excitement of the upcoming soccer match buzzed through the air as you and your teammates, the Golden Army, arrived in the quaint town for the tournament. You shared a laugh with your twin brother, Logan, as you stepped into the opulent lobby of the hotel, its grandeur matching to your  success. The team had spared no expense, booking luxurious suites for the duration of your stay. You and Logan, inseparable as always, had the most extravagant suite of all—a spacious black and gold haven. After checking in, you decided to hit the hotel gym, eager to keep up with your training regimen. As you worked up a sweat, the anticipation of the soccer tournament grew, and you imagined the sweet taste of victory. Dripping with sweat, you headed back to your suite, ready for a hot shower. As you entered, a familiar scene greeted you—Logan, your mirror image, entangled with a stranger. This time, it was a blond twink, his lithe body pressed against Logan's muscular frame. You smirked, remembering the countless flings Logan had during your travels. He never seemed to tire of finding new playthings in each town. Usually, you'd join in the post-training make-out sessions, but today, something holds you back. Perhaps it's the intensity in Logan's eyes as he kisses the boy. Unbothered by your presence, Logan continues his display, his hands now roaming freely over the twink's slender frame. You shake your head, deciding it's time for your shower.

As you turn to leave, a faint blue light catches your attention. The blue light began to glow from the blond's palms, and before you could react, a sphere of energy was launched in your direction. It enveloped you, and in a flash, your world changed. Your golden soccer kit melted away, replaced by a skimpy silver thong that left little to the imagination. You felt a strange sensation on your temples, and when you reached up, you discovered small, delicate horns. As if that wasn't bizarre enough, wings sprouted from your back, and your body transformed. Your muscular build softened, becoming lean and graceful, and your features took on a more youthful, boyish appearance. You stumble, falling to your knees, the room spinning as you adjust to this unexpected shift.

Kneeling on the floor, you struggled to comprehend what had just happened. But your confusion was short-lived as your gaze fell on Logan. In that moment, you saw him as if for the first time. His chiseled features, so similar to your own, now held a new allure. Lust stirred within you, an unfamiliar desire was swelling in you. The fact that he is your twin brother no longer seems to matter as desire clouds your judgment. Your plan was simple: pleasure him until he was putty in your hands, and then take what you wanted. With determination, you pull down his shorts, exposing his manhood.

Your tongue darts out, licking the tip of his cock, and you hear a soft moan escape his lips. "Mmm... Scott, that feels incredible," Logan's voice is husky with desire. As you work his shaft, taking it deeper into your mouth, his cock responds, growing harder with each suckle and moan.

The blond twink, the sorcerer who had altered your form, moves behind you, his touch light on your back. But your attention is solely on Logan, and the twink's presence fades into the background. His fingers trail down your spine, causing a shiver, and then there's a slight pressure as he pushes a finger into your tight hole. You gasp around Logan's cock, the sensation both unexpected and strangely arousing. The twink's other hand finds your horns, stroking them gently, and you realize these touches are not just arousing but also soothing, making you pliable. "Ah... yes, just like that," Logan's voice is a low growl, his hips moving slightly, encouraging you to take more of him. The sorcerer's fingers continue their dance, working you open, and your own cock throbs with need. You're so focused on Logan's pleasure that you barely register the twink's actions until he adds a second finger, stretching you further. "Oh, fuck!" Logan's hips jerk, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth as he gets closer to the edge. Your own desire spikes, and you know this is the moment. Pulling off his cock, you look up at Logan with lust-filled eyes. "I want you, Logan. Let me take you."

But before Logan can respond, the twink coos, his voice like silk, "Ah, no, no, my little demon!" With a sudden tug on your horns, he pulls you away from Logan, breaking the intimate moment. You stumble back and you lose your balance, falling onto the hardwood floor, your wings spreading instinctively to cushion your fall.

Logan stands above you, his cock hard and glistening with your saliva, a stark contrast to his usual relaxed demeanor. "Oh..." The realization hits you like a punch to the gut. This isn't how it was supposed to go. You were meant to be the one in control, dominating Logan, not the other way around. Logan's eyes burn with a new fire, and he doesn't hesitate. He steps between your legs, tearing the silver thong away. "No, wait!" you cry out as Logan positions himself at your entrance. The tables had turned, and he was now the one in control. His hard cock thrust into you, claiming your body with a ferocity that left you breathless. The sorcerer continues to stroke your horns, and you feel a wave of submission wash over you. Your protests die in your throat as Logan thrusts forward, claiming you further in swift motions. "Ahh!" Your cry echoes in the room as Logan fills you, his cock pushing past the resistance of your soul. He sets a relentless pace, pounding into you, and your body becoming a vessel for his pleasure. "Sweet little demon, surrender to your new form," the twink purrs, his voice hypnotic. The stroking of your horns sends a strange calm through your body, making it hard to think, let alone resist. "Ah, yes, let go of your human inhibitions," the twink whispered, his fingers trailing down your back, sending shivers through your body. "You're not one of them anymore. You're a demon, a creature of pure desire and pleasure." Logan's thrusts became more intense, his moans filling the room. The feeling of his hard cock inside you was overwhelming, and you found yourself surrendering to the sensations, your body betraying your previous desires. "That's it, let it go," the twink encouraged, his fingers now stroking your horns with increasing speed. "You're not Scott, the soccer player. You're Sxodnir, a demon of lust and desire. Your purpose is to serve and please." His words resonated within you, and as Logan's pace quickened, you felt a surge of arousal. Your eyes widen as you realize what's happening. The stroking of your horns was like a spell, making you pliable and docile, erasing your former desires. "Oh... oh yes!" Logan's voice cracked as he drove into you, his body glistening with sweat. His eyes locked with yours, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the brother you knew, but then, something shifted. The brotherly bond faded, replaced by a new, unfamiliar yearning. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning. You weren't thinking of Logan as your sibling anymore; he was your master, and the thought sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. Your cock, throbbing and hard, responded to this newfound submission, and you couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of surrender, you climaxed, your essence shooting out in a warm release. Logan's eyes widened as he felt your ass clench around him, and with a final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to his own release, filling you with his seed. "Yes!" he grunted, his body shuddering. "The transformation is complete!" the twink exclaimed, his voice filled with triumph. "You are no longer brothers, but a demon and his master! Sxodnir, the Himbo-demon, is born!"

As your vision clearer in the aftermath of your climax, you see Logan and the twink embracing, their passion evident. "You've given me the perfect gift, Felix. My brother is now an obedient servant." Logan's eyes find yours, and he smiles, a mix of satisfaction and mischief. "Sxodnir, huh? I like the sound of that. No more sharing the spotlight, my … not brother anymore," Logan said smirking down on you. "You'll be the talk of the Golden Army as their new mascot." The twink Felix, now your master, added, "And you'll serve us both with unwavering devotion. The seed of our union will ensure your loyalty." Logan, still standing tall above you, grinned triumphantly. "You were always the more popular one, Scott. Now, as Sxodnir, you'll know your place." As their words sank in, you felt a shift within your very being. The sense of obedience they spoke of wasn't forced; it was natural, a part of your new identity. Logan and Felix as your masters...it feels strangely right, and the idea of being their obedient demon is oddly arousing.

Logan was laying his arm around your shoulder and running with the hand through his hair. "And I think it's time we introduce our new mascot to the team. The Golden Army will love having their very own Himbo-demon." The blond twink nods, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Indeed, they will adore you, Sxodnir. And you'll adore serving them, won't you?" You can only nod, the words 'yes, master' forming on your lips. A satisfied grin appeared Felix’ face, "I knew you'd be the perfect little slut, Sxodnir!" "I... I am yours," you whisper, your voice filled with newfound submission. Logan and Felix exchanged a satisfied glance, their plan a success.  Your words were simple, but it holds all the devotion and obedience you now feel. No longer a soccer player, no longer Scott, you are Sxodnir, a lower demon with a purpose—to bring luck and pleasure to the Golden Army and to serve your new masters faithfully. As the team's mascot, your presence brings an air of magic and excitement to their games. The players touch your horns for luck before each match, which drives you wild by lust, your new form a testament to the power of sorcery and desire.

[sxodnir]

I am Sxodnir, the himbo demon, here to serve, pleasure and obey. I belong to my Master @fafnir19