NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
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Billy scanned through the poorly sorted book titles, letting his finger drag along the spines as he whistled to himself. "Hmmm...
Silvio's Ultimate Kitchen Cookbook... Familiar As An Apple, Strange As An Orange... Textiles During The Third Reich..
." He stopped and his eyes widened upon seeing the last book.
Libro Demoni et Tenebrae
. "Oh sick!" His face widened with delight. "Fucking awesome demons and shit!"
Boyish delight overpowered his famous propriety, his mouth spewing the words not of a Boy Scout but of a churlish sailor as his hand swept over the engraved cover. "Holy shit... holy shit! What are the chances!?" The improbably explicit cover showed a horned red demon with a battle axe atop a pile of headless angels, a busty succubus lover clinging to his side, all wrought in aged leather.
He took the book down and flipped it open. His electric, cheerful smile remained undiminished as the browned pages flipped by at tremendous speed. He could see the scribbled arcane texts, moving and alive as the pages turned and felt the gusts of wind whip across his face. The more he looked into the letters and horrific engravings, the greater excitement he felt.
"Whoooaaaa..."
He knew something wasn't right when he saw the lights in the library dim. Or perhaps those were his own eyes failing. Whatever the case, it wasn't long before a deep, baritone voice broke into his thoughts, sounding like volcanic rock grinding against cracked glass. "
YOUR SOUL IS MINE, MORTAL!
"
Billy hadn't quite fathomed he was doomed yet, but ensured his fate all the same when sheer fear overpowered his amazement. "Ah shit..." The demon saw the momentary lapse of courage in his soul, and took advantage of his more open state, rushing in like a flood of evil and tearing out any sense of goodness the young man might have had.
Baal ripped open his spirit like a tuna can, and quickly asserted his dominance over his new shell. Muscles rippled into statuesque proportions, his jawline widened and his clean cut hair style grew out wildly, draping his shoulders like some barbaric warlord of ages past. He made grunting sounds and ripped books off the shelves as if he were having a dire bout of steroidal rage.
"Billy Summers I can not believe what you are...!" Ms. Bell, the librarian, felt her voice stop in her throat and her heart pound in her chest upon seeing the statuesque specimen the Clearview College's Reading and Chess Champion had become. This new Herald of The End spun around sharply, looking at her with flaming red eyes.
His fists clenched and drool hung from his lips. His new mind quickly assessed the librarian. She was young, very young, with black hair in a bun and shapely legs hidden behind a long dress. The very epitome of constrained femininity, which offended his explicit sensibilities to the core.
He huffed like a stallion in heat and pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Shut your whore mouth, bitch!" he rasped, and then pounced on her. He took her to the ground instantly and straddled her. "Your soul is mine... and your tits!" Ms. Bell had always been self-conscious about her small chest, and didn't know to be flattered or frightened that the beast Billy had become actually wanted what she had.
Billy growled with satisfaction as he felt hot, demonic power surge up from his loins and down his arms. Infernal sorcery exploded from his palms and rushed into her chest. She spasmed to his initial touch, and loosed a moan mixed with surprise and delight both. The librarian didn't know what had come over Billy, but the sensation he willed into her flesh was so strange... yet so
good
.
Her body stiffened to the ecstasy, her back arching up straight into his hands. Her lips opened and closed to quiet gasps while blasts of mind melting stimulation streamed from her breasts. Those tits grew more ample and ripe with every breath, their growth propelled by Billy's vile demonic magic. She saw Billy grin, his fingers widening across her jiggling titflesh. Dark and foul whispers hissed by her ear and then she knew... this was no blessing, this was something else.
"Ohhhh... nooooo..." she moaned, trying to pray to God, but her tongue was too numb, her mind too addled. She tried to roll away from him, away from the vileness that felt so good, but only succeeded in flopping on the floor. All the while the whispers grew louder, her chest more buxom.
"Yessss!" hissed the possessed student, relishing her weak defiance and the feeling of her breasts swelling underneath his fingers. His otherworldly sight allowed him to peer past her flesh and bone, and he laughed maniacally, seeing her innocent soul crumble before his vile taint.
The more her breasts expanded, the darker her soul became, glowing with black fire, her hips bucking helplessly.
One weak moan after another escaped her lips. Her shaking body made her ecstatic gasps tremble in turn. Mountains of jiggling breastflesh rose to eminence, great big mounds that lay concealed by her drab, gray blouse. She squeezed her thighs together, and felt the tell tale sensation of her arousal running down her legs, having long rushed past her soaked panties. Before she knew it, she found herself forcing his hands deeper into the delectable softness of her jutting rack. She needed more of him, more of his delicious corruption rushing through her chest and into the depths of her soul.