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pinkofatom · 17 days ago

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Maria's corruption

Content Warning: Femdom, Femsub, Futanari, Transformation, Centaur, Corruption, Humiliation

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Maria kneeled in front of the chapel's altar. Light poured through the blue window over her. Her blonde locks, her one vanity, cascaded beneath her veil to the ground. Most of her body, blessed with moderate curves, was hidden beneath her dark blue uniform.

Hands raised in prayer, she gave praises to the goddess when the doors to her small wayward sanctuary creaked. Interrupting her ritual, she stood up, hands clasped in front of her stomach. A small smile graced her lips at the sight of a stranger. She looked unkempt, her clothes tattered, but the silver badge hanging on her coat meant one thing. The poor soul was a guild member—one of the people who used their talents for the betterment of all.

Graceful, she stepped forward, delighted by her careful but respectful stance. Rarely visitors showed proper manners, looking at Maria's chapel as if it were a typical tavern. Yet here entered a woman clearly having survived a terrible ordeal and still acting pious. Her heart swelled. She would give her best morning service and hospitality to the woman.

"Welcome, stranger. Feel the goddess' blessing upon you and know no ill shall befall you," Maria greeted softly. "Please pray with me; the morning service has just begun."

A smirk appeared on the stranger's face, a tiny little thing Maria barely noticed. It had been so long since she talked with people. Was this a good sign? The stranger's following words reassured Maria of her good intentions.

"I would be delighted, madame bishop." Velvet tones belying the rough exterior caressed her ears.

From Maria's lips escaped a small laugh. Fast, she tried to hide it behind her right hand while warmth seeped into her cheeks. Embarrassed, she corrected the woman.

"Oh no, I am not a bishop. Just a simple nun." Taking a deep breath, she straightened her lower dress. "Please follow me." She smiled at him.

Together, they knelt in front of the altar. Maria clasped her hands together. Steady, she recited the morning prayer.

"Oh goddess, protector of mankind. We, your children, thank you for bringing a new day. May our actions please you." With that, the morning service started.

A soft hymn followed her main chant, her guest matching her tune. Surprised, she stared a bit too long into the stranger's beautiful eyes. Amber pools, almost akin to a lion's, captivated her. They seemed so deep that Maria felt lost inside. Suddenly, she stumbled in her reciting. Cold flooded her veins while heat burned her face. Oh no, what had she done?

But the visitor kept gazing into her crystal blue eyes. The adventurer's gaze held her. Assured she continued her prayers.

"Oh goddess, mother of mankind, bless us with your pleasure?" The last word intoned like a question. These were not the usual words. Maria stared more deeply into the woman's amber pools. She had nothing to worry about. Everything was fine. Maria knew this and felt how right everything was.

The stranger nodded, an assuring, pleasant smile on her lips. Relaxed, Maria enjoyed her prayers. Nothing was wrong, and whatever happened only helped her. Slowly, a fog clouded her thoughts. Thickening, it became harder and harder to concentrate. But her lips still formed pious words.

"Oh lady of pleasure, hear our words, bless our bodies." Deep, heavy breaths filled the gaps between her monotone words. All she wanted was to stare at the magnificent woman. Molten heat spread between her legs. Lust swirled within her mind. Fog now enveloped every thought. Every try to dispel these confusing feelings made them stronger.

"Thank you, oh lady of lust, grant us enlightening delight." What was happening? Her pussy quivered in excitement, and something warm pressed out. For the first time, her breasts ached. Yet all she desired was the stranger. Her deep red skin. The vuloptuos curves glittering naked under purple lights. Those black majestic horns proudly erected from her forehead. And the bulging manhood beneath tattered trousers.

Licking her lips, tingling with new plumpness, she continued. "Oh great lady of deviance, fill this willing form with your unending lust." Heavy, irregular pants interrupted her chants. Maria struggled not to moan wanton. But her growing pussy had become sensitive beyond her experiences. Dizziness drowned her mind. Did the church always glow so brightly? Violet light radiating from the window illuminated her perverted body.

"Envelop this loyal vessel with your forbidden presence."

Hard she breathed, no, panted, the scent of roses filled her nose. Maria couldn't bear any longer. She was falling apart. In front of a complete stranger, her nipples were stiff. Ready and dripping desire, the sacred flower underneath her habit exposed itself. Muscles strained her abdomen, and the mouth-watering taste of honey dominated her tongue. Excited, her tail swished forward. Wildly like a whip, it danced in front of her eyes. Black shined with purple on her cute spade-shaped tip. Enticing it wrapped around her naked leg. With a step backward, she had to catch herself. A loud clack followed.

Maria looked down at herself. Deformed feet, more akin to ridiculous high heels, barely greeted her. A deep cleavage constructed with her heavy, full breasts constricted in a tight corset — hindered her gaze. From her bubble butt flowed a spade-tipped devil's tail. And small batwings fluttered with excitement. Confused, her hands scrambled up and touched the tiny horn buds threatening to emerge from her temple. Maria gasped; hot desire rushed straight toward her weeping folds. Wet squelches accompanied her shaking legs. This couldn't be real!

The stranger's harmonious voice rang out, banishing all confusion and replacing it with blind obedience: "Come here and fulfill your purpose."

Hungry, a sudden intense need drew her closer, away from her holy sanctuary. Instantly, she kneeled before her new mistress, not caring that wetness dripped onto the floor. "Yes," escaped her dumb whore mouth, "anything." The burning of corruption intensified. Skin and flesh merged in the shape her mistress desired. Horns, breasts, and thick thighs grew.

Excited, her demonic creator purred, "Now beg."

Trembling, Maria lowered her head. Devotion radiated off her naked, shivering body. Breathlessly, she begged. "Please use this worthless flesh, break me, crush my spirit. Let no remnants remain. Make me yours."

Impatient, the stranger undressed herself. A dick, girthy beyond anything her naive virgin eyes imagined, waved in front of her. Long, Maria salivated. Obscene, she licked her glossy red lips. Desperate, she leaned closer. Head swimming with subservience, all her useless, pious thoughts replaced with obedience. Only her mistress' needs were essential.

Suddenly, the demoness' commanding voice derailed her lust. "Rub that slutty face against my cock. Impregnate your debased features with my strong, virile stink."

Fast Maria obeyed. Before her existed a void, hollow. No dreams or ambitions remained, not even memories. Her body was nothing but a vessel of the Lady to spread her glory. Passion drove her being, a carnal hunger impossible to sate.

Devoted, Maria lavished the impressive length, coating the entire mighty rod with her drool and slime. The smell was horrible, utterly putrid. Rotten fish mingled with vinegar, a stench of the highest order. Maria inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with this musk. Burned the unforgettable reek into her weak, corrupted mind.

"Lick and suck. Taste the superiority of the demon realms. Worship the Lady through my cock."

Face distorted, Maria shivered in joy, pussy vibrating with sexual exhilaration. Lavishly she encircled her thick slutty lips with a lewd, smooth tongue. Wide-mouthed, she swallowed. Commanding fingers combed through her blonde hair. Up and down bounced her head, swallowing her misstress' member deep into her throat. Sucking hard, cheeks stretched wide, Maria's feminine oral orifice slurped desperately. Globs of spit coated her chest. Ropes of bubbling juices connected her face to her demoness' fantastic girth.

Above her, mistress rumbled in approval. Encouraged, she worshiped the majestic cock faster. Pleasure reverberated inside her transformed mind. Submerged, she surrendered to primal wants; the only thing left was a bestial wish to be used, fucked, and impaled. Struggling, she gulped. The glorious pillar filled her esophagus.

Maria cried in heart-breaking bliss when the demoness' load flew down her throat. Swirling, vicious, and viscous, the unholy cream seared through her guts. On the inside, she transformed — melting, mutilating her human qualities. A low, satisfying grumble emerged out of the demoness' stomach.

With a loud plop, her mouth disconnected from the massive erection. Glassy-eyed, she bowed down, her tits pressed upon the cold stone.

"Thank you, mistress, for making this lowly woman a servant of the Lady," she spoke ecstatically, licking the white remnants splattered on the floor.

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Maria knelt in front of the altar, hands mauling her massive tits in prayer. Violet light illuminated her chapel, drops of sweat clearly visible on her barely covered form. Long devil's ears listened intently behind her golden curls. Behind her back flapped a long spade-tipped tail. Large horns grew near her temples, protruding up wards. Purple and red colors were mixed in intrinsic designs on her pale skin.

Nothing showed her previous existence — the pious young nun — whose chapel housed wayward travelers, servants to the greater good. Instead, a denizen of debauchery would greet the wary.

The doors creaked open. A young woman entered heavily, panting. Red hair and traveler's robes wet from rain.

Maria licked her plump, thick lips. She sauntered, swaying her wide child-bearing hips, towering her intended target. Blue slutty eyes glazed over the newcomer's weary expression.

"Welcome... traveler. Know that the Great Lady blesses you. Please participate in my morning... prayers," purred Maria.

Mindful Maria hid her actual appearance beneath an illusion.

The newcomer answered, confused and tired, her green doe-like eyes lingering on the demoness's face. "Prayer sounds nice," she whispered.

Smiling, Maria let the poor girl to the altar. Her cheeks were already red. Good, everything would go according to plan. The demoness hummed a soft tone. Gentle, her husky velvet voice coaxed the simple-minded woman into praying.

"... our actions please thee."

At the end, she waited. An innocent frown rested on her victim's freckled face.

"My mind feels blurry. Like something is missing," muttered the unsuspecting, wide-eyed visitor.

Maria watched. Every reaction was carefully cataloged.

"Sometimes the goddess obscures the unpleasant. Let the sensation wash over you."

Trembling, the woman rose, and heavier breathings reverberated from the walls. "I... I feel strange. So aroused. This is not right," whimpered the foolish human.

Harmonic, sweet giggles filled the space. Naughtily Maria caressed her naive pray, hands cupping the petite woman's cheeks, leaning the confused visage close.

"Yet it feels so wonderful, so intoxicating. An ocean of unknown pleasure waiting to be explored. Do not resist the Lady's calling," instructed Maria.

The other's eyes widened, dilating pupils until dark black replaced the emerald hue. Tears streamed freely over hot cheeks. Weak, feeble resistance collapsed. Mouth breathing, the human shuddered one last time.

"Obey," stated calmly the predatory succubus.

Instantly, the mortal stood still, stiff like a mannequin. Arms hanging limp beside her body. Emptiness stared ahead.

Maria chuckled in delight. Hands stroke the simpleton's smooth, soft face, massaging her nose and scalp. Nails digging deep into flesh molded the victim's face. Delicate facial structures came alive and broadened. Freckles vanished, cheeks rounded up, and lips swelled, stretching an innocent, pretty visage into a sexy, voluptuous model.

Humming, satisfied with the progress, Maria gripped lower. Sharp talons danced along shoulders. Furrowed fabric disappeared, falling in crumbles to the ground. Silently, Maria enjoyed her handwork, relishing how breast mounds fattened up. Fat accumulated. Each orb was heavy and pillowy, a mountain of sin.

Steady like clockwork, the succubus applied her expertise to the hips and legs. Sharp talons cut the lower body in half, and dark magic was woven. Slowly, the woman transformed. Where once stood two, now four legs existed. Hooves clacked on the stone floor. A long back with black fur ended in a tight, muscular flank. Excited, a horse's tail flicked from side to side.

Under the spell, her prey mumbled a hoarse neigh. Yet there were more subtle changes. New parts swelled between powerful equine muscles.

Shaped into an erogenous area sat the entrance to an inviting pussy. Musky flaps resting between muscular thighs.

With pride, Maria stared at the newborn centaur, a guardian for her chapel, a broodmare for her Lady. The proud animal hybrid shook herself awake. Red-brown eyes focused on its mistress, adoration glistening inside.

"How may this knight serve, lady bishop?"

#hypno fantasy #corruption kink #mind corruption #transformation #centaur transformation #demon transformation #brainwashing #corruption story #Maria's fall

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codastroffa · 1 year ago

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#diablo #diablo 3 #diablo gif #diablo transformation #devil transformation #demon transformation #transformation

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growthgoddess · 2 years ago

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Spirited Celestine

Celestine was a troubled girl, feared by those who believed that she was possessed by a demon.

Her life was one full of misery and suffering. She had no good memories to grasp as her frail body was dragged across the fortress dungeon by two chamberlains and thrown into a cell where she was chained to the wall.

Darkness befell the cell as soon as they shut the heavy wooden door.

She was only fed meals of barley, wheat, wnd gruel that even the lowliest of beggars would have difficulty eating.

Soon, an Exorcist was appointed to her treatment. He entered her cell escorted by a burly Confessor. Both men were clad in anointed steel for protection against both physical and spiritual.

The Exorcist approached her and opened his holy book to recite the preliminary prayers of protection. And the Confessor yanked her chains and demanded that she confess the name of the demon possessing her.

She had no idea what to say to them, and they called in a Torturer to coerce her and loosen her tongue through pain.

Days went by, and Celestine prayed for help. She begged for some kind of power, any kind of power, to save her from the torment she was facing.

She was not a spiritual woman at heart, but she was desperate and prayed intently.

As her cries of agony from the torture became unbearable, she surrendered from expecting any form of salvation, until the day her prayers were answered, in a way she never could have imagined.

One night, as the Exorcist visited her, a black smokey entity arose from the nearby torch and shot itself into her mouth.

Celestine felt her body twist and contort in pain. Her physique began changing in ways she never thought possible. She writhed in pain across the floor and screamed out with an inhuman voice.

The Exorcist backed away and rang the bell outside her cell to alert the fortress for assistance.

Celestine felt her teeth sharpen and heard her voice become deeper. Her bosom exploding outwards as they swelled with womanly flesh.

Her eyes were no longer squinting in the dark, instead her eyes glowed yellow and aided her in seeing in it.

As the Exorcist fumbled to look for the keys to open her cell door. Celestine swiped her hands and the torches in the dungeon flickered and died out. Only her glowing eyes could be seen.

Then, in the darkness, she felt her muscles twitching, and growing bigger.

She flexed her arms and the chains binding her rattled. Celestine could not imagine what could have caused this, but her power she felt was far from malign.

Suddenly, she was ripping apart her tattered rags, her body opposing to be contained by anything. Her chest swelled larger and heavier, her thighs thickening with pure muscle and female power.

She pulled her chains with all her newfound might, and the metal links slowly bent from her raw strength.

The Exorcist gave up on trying to escape the cell and drew the courage to proceed with his holy mission. It was clear now that the woman before him was possessed. And the Exorcist demanded that Celestine say the name of her malefactor.

But instead of succumbing to the man's commands, she surged with a burst of strength and snapped the chains binding her. Now free, her body expanded further, larger, slowly filling up the entire cell.

The Exorcist brandished a crucifix and started chanting powerful prayers. Celestine initially thought nothing of these prayers, but she was surprised to see how her skin sizzles with every word from his mouth.

He threw a cup of consecrated oil at her which burned her even worse.

Angered by this, Celestine chose to outgrow her challenge, she chose size and might to overcome his prayers.

She punched the floor and grew even bigger in response, tearing her rags apart and cracking the bricks beneath her increasingly heavier body.

Just as they were running out of space in the cell, the Confessor, along with two dungeon guards, opened the door and pulled the Exorcist out of Celestine's reach. He was at awe at the woman's transformation, but had to snap back to it to follow the protocols.

The duo had to leave the dungeon and alert the rest of their chapter. But Celestine refused to let them go. With her massive form, she smashed through thick bricked walls of the dungeon in pursuit of them. The dungeon guards stayed behind and the guards tried to stop her advance, but to no avail as she simply ran over them and smothered them with her engorged body.

As she emerged from the dungeons in pursuit of the two men who had caused her so much pain, she made it into the fort's assembly area where she was greeted by several men on the ramparts who aimed their crossbows at her.

The Exorcist stood at the far end of the area and opened his bible to begin exorcizing her, the Confessor stood before her ready to protect the man behind him.

She charged at the armored priests, but was met with a barrage of crossbow bolts. The exorcism prayer also gave her a choking sensation which made it difficult to breathe with each chanted invocation.

She had no choice but to retreat back to the dark dungeons, where she continued to transform.

The men had to regroup above the fort, but little did they know that the danger beneath them was growing to uncontrollable proportions.

Celestine begged for more power, she will exact her vengeance against these men who have wronged her.

She felt her hands sharpening into claws, and her feet becoming elongated ending with hooves. Celestine smiled as she stretched and grew bigger and more muscular, filling up the entire dungeon and demolishing every wall that tried to contain her.

A battalion of footmen marched into the entrance of the dungeon to investigate her whereabouts, only to be met by her overgrown body stuck in the basement and still growing.

Celestine was lost in pleasure as her metamorphosis progress, she could care less what them puny men could do to her now!

In their terror, they ran away, and Celestine laughed out loud, shaking the whole fortress with her cackle.

Then, just as the last of the men climbed the flight of stairs leading underground, she outgrew very dungeons and demolished the fortress from the inside with her growing body. The ground beneath the soldiers rumbled violently until the giant she-demon emerged from the earth.

The men were thrown about by her emergence that they had no time to regain their footing and formation to try to fight her.

It was no use. She was too powerful.

As she emerged from the rubble, Celestine looked at herself and saw that she was a giant, towering over everything in her path. The footmen, led by the Confessor, stood before her and protected the Exorcist who was nearly about to finish the exorcism prayer.

The giant Celestine roared with such animosity that the earth trembled and the remains of the fort crumbled before her.

With a single swathe, she crushed an entire battalion of footmen who tried to fight her, the Confessor swung his claymore at her hand, but the blade only melted upon contact with her skin as hot as hellfire.

Crossbow bolts and ballista were loosed upon her, but it was all in vain. Celestine was too powerful, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her.

She grabbed the burly Confessor and his armor melted around his body. Screams of pain were shortly replaced with a gurgling death rattle as she dropped his twisted corpse before the Exorcist who stood alone against the giant demoness.

He was just about to recite the last words of the litany when Celestine shot a blazing fireball of brimstone at the Exorcist. He didn't stand a chance. Only ashes remained from where he stood.

Celestine cackled out loud, she was now an unstoppable demon and she roamed the land, feared and reviled by all. Legends speak of an unstoppable monster that left nothing but destruction in her wake, going through village after village until all who had wronged her paid for their sins.

They wanted a demon, and they got a demon.

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monsoonxskies · 2 years ago

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He’ll be okay. I think. Hopefully.

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Idk he’s survived it before, he should be good right-

Trying to mess around with different poses woooo- I’m happy with how this one turned out! I might try to digitalize it at some point 👀

#transformation #identity v #idv au #idv prisoner #idv luca #sketch #lucca draws things #demon transformation #demon tf #demon #monster tf #monster transformation #monster #doodle

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bonkalore · 10 months ago

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I forgot that I also had this pic where Jayce is just prowling around his jail cell restlessly in feral mode before Lucy finally shows up to talk to him.

#Jayce Chinda #Daniel Spellbound #Bleeding Magic AU #demon #demon transformation #my art #monster

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ahabthetaco · 4 months ago

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Oooh, is the machine still accepting test subjects??

-impishincubus

Since you are an impish incubus, I wonder

How would you feel to become a demon lord? This is no way become I am currently playing Devil May Cry 3 starring Vergil from Devil May Cry!

But imagine, just how powerful you would be, wouldn't even need to use my machine to turn people into monsters or creatures! Yes yes! I'll show the world I can't create the most powerful of monsters! Step inside step inside!

This transformation will be a bit more specialized, since you already have some demonic energy in you, don't worry I just need to set the emitters to red, it's fancy science stuff I can't explain. Just stand there and let the visor drop on your head, and for added security that you don't turn on me, let this collar wrap around you, look it even has your name on it!

Oh doesn't the energy feel so good, hitting your skin, feel the fire burn in you, hotter and hotter, it grows so pleasurable, just enjoy playing with your changing self. Feel as you grow taller, stronger, your size bursting out, a remnant of your incubus self as your boobs grow and ass expands. Feels so good to feel them grow in your hands, doesn't it~

Oh and we can't fighting the demon features, how's it feel having your once bat wings grow and grow, almost becoming a mix of dragon and demon as it glows a red hot, growing larger and larger till it's wingspan can block out the moon. How about your horns, grows as more and more power flows thru you, throw in some claws, red hot with demonic energy, such a beautiful specimen absolute thr pinnacle of beauty and power!

Oh and with your mind so lost in the pleasure, it makes it so easy to brainwash you. How good it feels to follow my orders, to follow me, every one of my commands. You would never betray me, no you want to help me conquer this city! Start your own kingdom of demons for me, covert the humans to demons, I give you this power. Corrupt anyone you want, turn them into a demon just like you were! Do what ever you must, help me conquer this city, no the world! All in the name of me MWAHAHAH!

There you stand, quite tall now, towering over most humans, don't worry, you can always shape shift, but this is your true form! A red hot demon, a glow of orange running thru your views, your horns tall and pointing, your wings so large to block out the moon, to use as a clock. Clawed hands and feet, and a burning passion to find humans to join your new kingdom.

Go out there and explore my demon! Find humans, make them into demons like yourself, and have as much fun as you want~

#ahab answers #demon transformation #transformation #brainwashing

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baraadmirer · 1 year ago

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Making an arduous trek up the mountain, the warrior stops for a moment and looks at the landscape behind him. A bounty was put out for the investigation into a few disappearances in the nearby city. Foul play was suspected, and demonic traces were found. Looking over his magic sword that was enchanted by a wizard that departed to the wilderness before him, the warrior trudges into a forested section of the mountain. In this hour of twilight, nary a creature makes its presence known. His senses, however, tell him otherwise.

As he walks down a dirt trail, a stout figure suddenly bursts out of the underbrush. A beefy demon in a torn shirt dashes out in front of the warrior, growling at him. "So you finally show yourself, eh? You'll go down soon enough." He draws his blade right as the monster charges at him. The warrior deftly steps out of the way as he raises his sword over his head. "Too easy." He brings it down on the demon's shoulder, splitting it open and spraying him with sickly green blood. "Fuck!" the warrior sputters as he spits out the small amount that went into his mouth. The demon falls to the ground lifeless. He kicks the body over and examines it. There's something oddly familiar about the face, but he can't place it.

The warrior continues on his way. Patches of dirt have taken on a dark obsidian sheen and the air begins to stink of brimstone. The trail ends before a sea of trees. The odour intensifies as he moves forward, slicing brush in his path. The foliage thins into a covering. As he sets a foot out of the trees, he hears chanting and magenta energy coalescing in the center.

A grizzled burly demon clad in a cape looking into the center gathers the energy around a floating crystal in the middle of the meadow. "Yes, my masters," it cries out. "Soon we shall open a portal into this realm for your conquest!"

"So demons are trying to invade our realm, huh?" the warrior asks rhetorically as he prepares himself for battle. The creature turns around and a pang of recognition flashes across his face. "You... you're the one who gave me this sword!"

"Ah, it's you." Getting past the sudden increase in musculature of the person he once knew, the warrior realises with dread that he had seen the one he slew earlier: it was a bartender who went missing two nights ago. "I didn't realise the power my masters could give me." The demon wizard looks down and stomps on the ground, leaving a deep imprint. "If all this infernal magic could make me this powerful, imagine what it can do for you," eyeing the warrior's barrel-like chest.

"Never!" the warrior snarls. "The most I can do for you now is to put you out of your misery. He lunges at the former wizard who starts flinging balls of dark energy at him. The warrior deftly repels each and every one of them.

"Very good," the demon wizard laughs. "Even you will have trouble with this, though." Mirror images suddenly appear around them and move quickly.

"Something like this is child's play," scoffs the warrior as he focuses on his sense of touch, feeling the slight breeze of the real one moving touch his skin. "You're right there!" With one fluid motion he thrusts his sword out at the crystal, impaling the demon in the chest.

The former wizard lets out an unearthly screech. "No!" he yells as the gem shatters. "My service may end here, but you will continue in my stead!" Reaching out towards the warrior with an arm, the wizard funnels his demonic essence into his victim before falling limp.

The warrior cries out in pain as the searing heat radiates from his chest to his limbs and an ethereal blue flame rises from his body. He feels the call of the abyss, ordering him to conquer the realm. "No, I will not be your slave!" he cries out painstakingly.

As the flames lick his skin it takes on an unnatural light purple hue, and his armbands slide down his forearms and become gold. The warrior feels each muscle expand with each pulse of power, and his thighs rip out of the fabric constraining him, with only his codpiece guarding his maleness. His steel footwear manages to withstand most of this infernal transformation as they strain to contain his newly-enlarged calves.

The warrior lets out a roar as he grabs hold of his blade. As he holds it he feels the urge ebb away into a small recess of his mind. He wraps his cloak tightly around him as he makes his way back into the city. Surely the priests in the church would be able to rid him of the affliction. He runs off in a hurry, trying his hardest to ignore the tingles of pleasure running up his spine as the forces of hell feed into his muscular vessel.

#ai hunk #ai male #stable diffusion #ai generated #demon transformation #fiction

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