Call Of The Incubus Ch 04 1

We flew above the city, all the way back to my home. I would've enjoyed the sight if it wasn't for Gary's nasty scowl. His grip tightened as we flew closer to my home, a double story house that sat right in the entrance of the suburbs. My dad is an efficient man, he wanted to live close to the port he owns, which is right outside the city center. He wanted to raise us near the sea, "Teach 'em early!" he says. My mom told me during her first pregnancy, it took her right up until she gave birth to convince my dad to move to somewhere safer. My dad insisted that if his kids had to inherit his business, they needed to grow up near his work. My mother insisted that their kids should be raised somewhere safe. My mom and dad were stubborn, they never backed down.

My older brother, Ernesto, inherited their fiery willpower. He always tried to get me off the couch to do whatever he had on his mind that day. Everything from boxing to scooter racing, even skydiving. The only consistency his hobbies shared were how dangerous they were. When I was younger, I was encouraged by my dad to keep up with his hobbies, "It's a bonding experience!" he said. Those bonding experiences nearly killed my young self. Once I turned 12 years old, I decided to never go anywhere with Ernesto alone. As we neared closer to my home, I could hear Gary bitterly muttering something about the dirty alley being more exciting than any room in my house.

Once we reached my bedroom window, Gary rudely lifted up my window and forced his way in. His body could barely fit in my window, his horns and back scraping the frame. He gave out an annoyed growl before unceremoniously dropping me on the floor. By the time I crawled up to my bed, Gary's back slammed against the wall, leaning on the wall while glaring at me. I sit up on my bed rubbing my right shoulder. I was gonna ask what his problem was until I heard my mom running up the stairs. Damnit, she must've heard Gary slamming himself against the wall and thought that was me.

Her short, carefully maintained hair was a complete mess, her blue blouse had white stains on it, and her white dress pants were covered in wrinkles and creases. She looks almost as insane as she was acting now. She slammed my door open and started ranting at me about how fragile the doors in the house are, even though she just slammed it open. My eyes trailed over the corner Gary was sulking in. My Mom somehow didn't notice the seven-foot-tall Incubus in tight clothes standing just a few feet from her, I guess she was just that mad. Gary even walked right up to her and waved his hand in her face, no reaction from her. What the hell? How can she not see him?

"Hey!" my mother screamed, snapping me back to focus. "What are you looking at? Can't you pay attention when I'm talking to you?" I was going to explain myself until Gary started making stupid faces at me. I'm getting yelled at by my mom, and he thinks it's a good idea to start messing with me. I was getting irritated with Gary, and my mom could see it on my face.

"What are YOU getting mad at?" my mom's face turns beet red as she screams even harder at me "You've been gone since yesterday and you didn't call back, or leave any message, and YOU have the nerve to get mad when I ask you what you were doing!" She started stomping towards me, I knew what was coming. "You disrespectful little- "my mom's face twists into a disgusted look. "Jesus, you STINK!" she backs away in disgust. "What were you doing? You smell like you went to the city center!" Before she leaves, she turns back and tells me to shower. The door slams and Gary gives me the biggest shit-eating grin I've ever seen.

Gary giggles as I strip down and change into my towel. He leans over the doorway, grinning like a proud trickster. "That's what you get for holding out on me in the alley." He says as I exit the room. Of course, such a long-lived being has the time to be petty. I sigh as I walk to the bathroom. I lock the door, so Gary doesn't follow me. I can take a good look at myself in peace.

Walking into the bathroom, I take off my towel and look at my humongous cock. Gary said the essence he gave me caused my cock to grow to this size. I took the tape measure roll I hid in the sink cabinet. I put my right hand around it, its weight shifting as I caressed it. I still can't believe my dick could be so heavy. My orange-sized balls contributed to this weight too. Gary mentioned it was temporary, and I would only retain a small portion of this size. I'm not sure how I feel about this. On one hand, I don't have any clothing that can fit a cock this big. I would have to replace all my undergarments and might even have to start wearing a jockstrap. On the other hand, it felt good to be above average in something other than brain power. Alright I need to finish measuring myself and hit the shower, I smelled worse than a gas station bathroom.

I lift my cock up and place the end of the tape on the base of my penis. Then I started rolling out the tape. "It's... 8 inches long?" Most men don't even have erections that big, and I'm only flaccid! I wrap the tape around my cock, it's 7 inches thick! I'm not even erect and already bigger than 99 percent of men! It felt good to be this big! Admiring my size only seemed to make me harder. Growing longer, harder, my cock steadily gained inch after inch under the tape. I had to keep rolling out tape until my cock stopped growing. "13 and a half inches..." freaking incredible. Then, with trembling hands, I measure its width. 11 inches, that's ungodly thick. I might even be bigger than Gary now!

"Yeah, it's a shame this monster will disappear tomorrow morning..." It's Gary! He's standing behind me with his hand on my cock. I back away in shock, or at least try to. Gary grabs my cock with a vice-like grip. I slip and nearly fall on my ass, but Gary manages to catch me. He hauls me up to my feet, grinning as he squeezes my cock tight.

I wince as his grip tightens, in a panicked whisper I ask, "How did you get in here? I locked the door!" Gary's grin widens as he bends over to look me in the eye.

He taunts me, "Relax, I just want a taste," his face inches apart. His violet eyes were glowing as he stared down at me. He licked his lips as he stared down at my dick. A loud slap rang throughout the bathroom. Gary stood, grinning proudly as he stood up to his full height. His massive cock popped out his shorts, each time it throbbed it hit his abs. A long stream of precum flowed from the slit. "You think your cock is bigger than mine, right?" he asks, showing his dick of to me. "Let's compare..."

I hold up the tape measure, but Gary takes it and tosses it aside. "No, we won't need that. That's not how we'll measure each other." He presses his cock against mine, and its head is raised high over mine. Of course, since Gary stands almost two feet taller than me. "Hmm..." Gary has his hand on his chin, wondering how he can do a proper comparison. I suppose it's up to me then. The sink counter could be large enough for me. I haul myself up onto the counter, my arms still straining from my earlier workout. Gary only notices what I'm doing once I'm properly seated. Grinning as he praises me "I knew I made a good choice, picking such a smart partner." I don't know what's so smart about sitting on a sink. But I barely have the time to think before Gary once again shoves his cock against mine.

His eyes glow as he mashes his cock against mine, his precum drowning both our cocks, making them barely visible. He wipes the precum off and grabs ahold of both of our cocks with one hand. Now we could both get a better look at each other's cock. Gary's cock seemed to be just a little bigger than mine, its head making the difference. Strange, his didn't seem to be as veiny as mine, despite how hard it was throbbing. Seriously, I could feel Gary's pulse through his cock. His cock throbbed so hard it would've shaken out of his grasp if his grip even loosened. Gary had to squeeze our cocks harder to hold his in place. Man, why do I have to be punished for his throbbing cock?

Gary grins as he sees the size difference. I can feel his smugness radiating off his cock, fucking prick. "The biggest prick." Gary says, reading my thoughts. He sighs, mocking my frustration. "You're so cute when you're mad, sweetie." He starts aggressively patting my head. "If you take that energy to the gym, you'll grow bigger than this by the end of next month!" His smug grin widens as he rubs against my cock. He used his large hand that was holding our cocks in place as a tight fleshlight. He starts moving slowly, his hips slowly rocking his hips back and forth.

My cock was somehow becoming even harder, and he kept rubbing against my cock. His pre worked like lube, making this dual masturbation session possible.

The heat radiating off our cocks could've melted the sink counter, and I could tell he was close. His slow, deliberate thrusts have devolved into monstrous thrusts. His throbbing cock bashed mine, huge veins now visible and his cock seemed to grow as he came closer to his climax. I came first, my cock erupting like a volcano. My jizz completely covered our cocks, blasting our bodies. It covered our legs and abs. I barely had time to breath before Gary's cum covered my face. Gary gave a guttural, demonic roar as he came. He just kept going, blasting me everywhere. The force of his cumshot nearly blasted me back into the mirror. A tidal wave of cum kept washing over my body, nearly suffocating me.

When Gary finally stopped drowning me with his cum, I wiped my face and was horrified with what I saw. Cum covered the floor from the door to the toilet. I couldn't even see the counter, the sheer amount of cum made it impossible to see the tiles. My hand sunk into the cum until it disappeared. The mirror was also drenched in cum, only the very top could be seen. Even the ceiling had small puddles of cum dribbling down to the floor. Gary looked down at me beaming with pride at his mess. Sighing he says, "It's been a while since I came like this, at least on earth." He lifted a cum soaked arm and wrapped it around me. He excitedly whispers in my ear, "Bet you can't wait to do something like this!"

My head just fell in my hands. "I won't live long enough to try." I was nearly sobbing as I lifted my head to face Gary. "My mom cleans the bathrooms in this house, when she sees this mess, she won't just kill me, she'll rip me apart!" I was sobbing, gripped with fear of what would happen when she found out. I looked up at Gary, the slightest bit of concern on his face. He picked me up off the cum drenched sink and set me down in the shower.

Before he closed the shower, he told me not to worry. He promised to clean the bathroom by the time I finished my shower. When I asked how, he just said, "Don't worry, I haven't shown you all my tricks yet."

It's going to take a while to wash all this cum off my body. I rubbed my eyes, stinging from the cum and my tears. I was embarrassed, crying in front of Gary like that. I'm a grown man, I should've had more control than that. I wondered if anyone else in the house heard me. They should've at least heard Gary's demonic moans. Maybe he used his powers to keep people from hearing us. Either way, I should clean this cum off my body before I can think about this further. As I scrubbed the cum off my body, I could see my new muscles. They weren't impressive by any means, but shocked me as I looked at them.

My shoulders had a little definition and had some firmness to it. My biceps were clearly a little larger than they were this morning. When I raised my arm and flexed it, I could even see a little more muscle! Usually when I flex my arms, I can't see the difference. Not a single, small muscle would be visible no matter how hard I flexed. Now I could see my bicep raise up a little bit, small veins snaking across my forearm. I can't believe this! I had muscle, real muscle! I could barely contain my excitement. Even my chest, abs and legs, they all looked a little bigger than I ever thought they would. Whatever Gary did to me really works, I'll soon be bigger than my brother, maybe even larger than Gary. I could only wait...

After all that excitement, I turned off the water and started using the soap to scrub the rest of my body. While I was scrubbing my body, I heard some odd slopping noises, and some weird, high-pitched moaning. I can only hope whatever Gary is doing in the bathroom will make it clean. Once I turn the water back on again, a few thoughts from the back of my head surface. How am I going to explain my growth? If I keep growing at this rate, many people are going to notice. My brother will definitely notice, someone like him will be suspicious. What can I tell them? What can I tell him? There's no way I can tell them the truth. What will happen when Gary leaves? Will I be able to stay here on earth? or will I be turned into a Incubus and be forced to go down to hell with him?

Before I could stew on these thoughts, Gary opens the shower curtain, grinning widely at me. He asks me, "Why are you taking so long in the shower?" eyeing me up and down, checking out. He whistles, eyes glowing faintly as says, "You're clearly done. Why don't you step out of the shower so I can get a better look at you." I step out and look at the bathroom. It's spotless, looking just like it did yesterday. How the hell did he do this? I look at his face and see a small dribble of cum trailing from his lips.

What? "D-did you, lick the cu- " Gary puts a finger on my lips to shut me up, wiping the cum of his face. He clears his throat before telling me that he only had a little. Yeah, a little.

"I'm serious!" he whines, "I only had a little taste before properly cleaning the bathroom. Besides, I blasted out a lot of pent of energy, I gotta make some of it back."

Hold on, losing energy? I press on, "I know Incubi reap energy from sexual intercourse, I only thought they lost energy by abstaining."

Gary faces me again, "You already knew your research is flawed. If either a Incubus or Succubus has a lot of sex and keeps cumming throughout it, they can end up losing energy." Gary explains that they lose too much energy when cumming, they'll have to go into a deep sleep to rejuvenate themselves. "You don't need to worry about that happening to me, I'm still pretty backed up." He yawns, stretching his arms as he says, "I haven't had a good fuck for at least 200 years, so it'll take more than a little bathroom fun to tucker me out. Still, that felt good."

His wings appearing out of nowhere and fanning out, completely covering the mirror. Then he leans down to my ear, his deep, sultry voice rocking me to my core. "I've been waiting on someone to knock me out like that," he licks me from my cheek to my ear, "you'll become bigger and stronger for me won't you, so you can fuck me like that?" His lustful growl as he drops those last few words made me rock hard. I could barely hold myself back from immediately trying to fuck the daylights out him right then and there. He giggles, knowing he has me wrapped around his finger. He opens the door, tilting his head to the hallway. "Go on now dog, your family's waiting."

I'm in my room now, picking out my change of clothes. I took a large graphic tee, a hand-me-down from my brother. It's huge, but the rest of my shirts look too tight. I haven't needed to buy new shirts since I turned 16, guess I'll have to start now. I took some shorts that are also hand-me-downs from my brother. I'll need it to hide the monster Gary decided to bless me with. Honestly, I don't know why I feared my mom getting mad at me for the bathroom. She'll be way angrier when I start growing. She'll have to buy me a new wardrobe every week! I sigh, realizing I'll have to go commando, none of my underwear will fit me. At least the shorts are a snug fit.

I hear a knock on my door, my older brother Ernesto, yelling the food's ready. God, does he always have to be so loud? After he stomps away, I pull up my shorts and tie them up as tight as I can and go downstairs.

The table's already set, my mother scowls a little when she looks at me, she'll probably stay crabby for the rest of the weekend. My dad's short, stocky frame took up most of his chair, his sweatshirt struggling to hold back his bulk. He's sitting, arms crossed, impatiently waiting to eat. My hulking brother stands behind his chair, the chair barely reaching his hips. A muscular beast like him could shatter the chair if leans too hard on it. His stupid grin plastered over his face. I speed walk over to my seat and greet my family. Ernesto finally sits down, and my mom lets us eat.

The food is still hot, so I gotta sit and let it cool. It looks like she made Camarones con Crema, my dad's favorite dish. No wonder he was so impatient. I look over at him, deadly silent and tearing up his plate, that's a sign it's really good. My dad loves small talk on the table, he only shuts up if he's scared the food will taste worse by the time he's finished running his mouth. My brother is similarly ravenous, but struggles to keep the food in his mouth, probably 'cause it's too hot. My dad has a legendary heat tolerance, and my brother tries everything he can to be like him. I usually don't like dishes with this much cheese, but my mom can make anything taste good if she tries. My mom eyes me with one of her eyebrows raised.

"Are you not hungry?" she asks, irritated I haven't touched my food.

"Don't worry, this food's just hot. I can't eat lava like dad can." I pick up my spoon and blow on my food. After taking a bite, it's no wonder my dad has been silent since he started eating. I start clearing the plate at record speed, nearly breaking my plate while scraping my spoon against it. The food is good, but I never ate this much this fast without throwing up. This must be a side effect of the essence Gary gave me. It's only when I notice the rest of my family looking at me that I finally calm down. I ask them, "Is something wrong?"

They look at me with astonishment, clearly surprised by my appetite. My dad looks vaguely proud of me, my mom is clearly disgusted, and my dopey brother just looks shocked with me. My mother passes me a napkin.

"Clean your face and be a little more careful while eating! You're spilling the food everywhere!" She's right, the creamy sauce dripping off my face and onto my shirt, which further drips onto my shorts. I take the napkin and wipe my face clean. I wipe my shirt and shorts, the sauce leaves large stains behind. I had to be careful while cleaning my shorts, I could feel my large junk while rubbing the napkin on the shorts. While cleaning myself, my dad sighs and leans back in his chair.

"My little boy is finally eating properly!" his voice booms across the kitchen. "Ya era hora, only took 20 years..." Mom glares at Dad, clearly displeased with his response.

"What are you praising him for?" Mother screams the question at him. "He's eating like a pig, and you're praising him?"

Dad grimaces, knowing what's coming, "I'm not trying to encourage bad eating habits, I'm just saying he's finally eating like a grown man."

"So, you think a grown man eats like a savage?"

"No, no dear, it's just our boy- "

"You spend too much time down at that port! You've clearly forgotten how people are supposed to act!"

"Hey, now don't interrupt me, and don't talk about my workers like that! They work too hard for pompous egghead like you to insult them like that!"

"What did you call me? You- "

And they just kept going, well this argument is probably gonna last a while. I look at Ernesto, and he clearly looks uncomfortable. He pushed back his chair, trying to leave as quietly as possible. I tap his shoulder and motion for him to follow me. I get up and throw away the napkin, while Ernesto quietly follows me.