I can't believe how crazy my life has gotten in the past few years. From crazy sex to demonic possession, I figure I've seen it all. It all started back when I went on vacation after senior year of high school. I had spent the last few weeks planning a summer trip to celebrate my glorious moment of leaving the hell hole known as high school.
I had been picked on pretty heavily throughout my four years. I would often have my pants thrown around my ankles by the jocks in the locker room, and most of the guys laughed at my not so amazing cock. I wasn't really that small, I was average at around five inches hard, but that was the norm for most guys I'd been told.
It didn't help that I found myself attracted to both sexes, which only furthered the torment I received. I constantly found myself with a hard-on when I would see the other guys showering, and often skipped the shower to hide it. Eventually it was noticed though, and it landed me the name of faggot, even though I was really attracted to both. Most people just ran with what was easy, and assumed I was gay.
Well, that all changed on the vacation I took in order to liberate myself from the frenzied school kids who had nothing better to do then to mock me. I decided to go to Italy, having learned Italian in high school. I wanted to test my skills, and found myself in love with the culture. I booked the first flight I could, and left a few days after graduation. I didn't leave alone though.
My single mother, and my sister joined me in this trip, but were going to come at a later time, as my mother could not get off of work until a week later. My sister decided to wait until she could go with our mom, as she was nervous. The flight was uneventful, besides some random prick who ran into me and knocked all my stuff on the floor right before the flight. He boarded the flight while I was picking up my stuff, and I hurriedly packed everything in without paying much attention. Plane ticket in hand, I boarded myself and went to my seat.
I slept most of the way there and woke up as we neared the final thirty minutes of the flight. I used the restroom before they told us to stay in our seats. I looked into the mirror and said, "Were almost there. Just a bit farther." The petty attempt at lightening a long trip had me waddling back to my seat from sitting so long.
The flight landed successfully, and I picked the rest of my luggage up at baggage claim, eagerly awaiting arriving at the home I had rented for the summer, with a nice beach side view. I hailed a cab, and told the man my address. The scenery that passed me by was astounding to say the very least. I loved the architecture that the Italians had created, and the community seemed to be enjoying the blissfully warm night.
I arrived at the rental home, right at sunset. I could not believe the beauty that the sun created over the ocean. The rental home was stationed right on the beach, with maybe twenty to fifty feet between the feeling of concrete, and cool wet sand. It was also right next to a cliff side, that looked like a wall climbers dream.
The thought of swimming in the hopefully warm water, had me rushing into the house in order to unpack my things and find my bathing suite. I went to the base floor room, and set my stuff up on the twin bed closest to the door. The master bedroom where my mother would stay was on the second floor. My twenty year old sister would be sharing a room with me since neither of us planned to be in our rooms very much, it wasn't too much of an inconvenience.
As I ran through my stuff, I found a necklace that was made out of some weird material. It was extremely long, and looked like an angel with feathery white wings on one side, and a demon with leathery bat wings on the other. Holding the necklace at head level, it went down to my mid chest. I hadn't seen it before and retraced my steps. The only time it could have gotten into my bag was when that man ran into me.
Of course I put it on, I doubted I would see the man again, and he obviously didn't seem to care enough to look for it on the plane. My surprise was only surpassed by my anguish as the chain seemed to melt into my skin. The pain was overwhelming as I felt my whole body stretch and crack. It sounded like a firefight was going on in my room as my bones snapped and changed. In the span of two seconds, it was all over. The pain was gone as fast as it had appeared, leaving me wheezing in an attempt to process what had just happened. I opened my eyes, having closed them in response to the pain, and looked down to inspect myself for serious wounds. My expectations were smashed to pieces as I found that my whole body had changed.
My hands were larger than they used to be, and carried nails much longer and sharper than anything I had ever seen before. My arms were laced with strong compact muscle, and seemed longer than they used to be. I found that my clothes had ripped and were laying around my feet in tattered shreds. My shoulders and chest were sculpted like that of a gods, supported by a smooth stomach with a clearly visible six-pack. My legs were completely different. They had grown short course hair all over, and had changed to form hooves. My legs were much thicker and sported much more muscle then they used to. My jaw dropped at the sight of my cock though. It seemed like something you'd only see on a horse. It must have been over a foot in length, and the girth was easily as thick as my wrist as it used to be.
I spent the next hour freaking out at my new form, and accidentally broke the foot of my bed, not expecting the inhuman strength. Eventually I calmed down, and tried to figure out what this body was capable of. This body was able to do everything I could think of. I tried to jump from the first floor to the second floor, and overshot it, smashing into the wall at the top of the stairs, and leaving cracked and broken floorboards at the bottom where I jumped. So it wasn't a one time thing, I had super strength. Not too long after, a knock came to the door.
I freaked out, not wanting someone to see me. I crept down the stairs, and looked around the base of them to try and see who was outside. There seemed to be a young woman there, who was knocking persistently. Out of nowhere, I moved forward, and opened the door. The woman's eyes widened at the sight of me, but before she could scream, A voice spoke to me, telling me to command her. Telling me that it would be problematic if she made a scene.
