Get the hell out

He was absolutely terrified by what he saw. Terrified. A few minutes ago he was being sucked off by a human, an incredibly sexy, beautiful human, and now she… she…

Leaping off the table, he fell on the ground before quickly getting himself and his pants up.

"S-Stay away… or I…I…"

He realised halfway through his sentence how empty that threat was, what was he gonna do ? He spun around, unlocked the door, and ran away in sheer panic.

Margaret smiled as her appearance became human once more. Tss tss…What a typically human reaction. Running away from the greatest gift one could have, silly boy.

She didn't hurry in the slightest to put her clothes back on. She wasn't even afraid someone would see her naked, (hell she almost hoped so), or if the boy was gonna warn people (who would believe him ?), and she knew she could face anything. And find anyone, he wouldn't escape her. Besides, he was already marked with the dark power of the Idol ; it had taken a solid grip on him, and it wouldn't let him go until he had joined their ranks. A soul so pure would be a welcome feast for her new god, and it would undoubtedly be very useful for corrupting this hospital.

With a shiver of excitement, she left the room.

Nick ran with all the speed a cluttered corridor could allow. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing only: put the greatest distance between himself and that feline demon. He didn't care about the confused looks from all the people he ran by, not even noticed them, and he barely even heard the "hey, watch out kid !" an old patient shouted after he nearly smashed in him.

He just threw himself forward, panicked at the idea that Dr. Sanders might decide to chase him.

On his path, the emergency staircase appeared and he literally hurled inside, racing down in abandon. He didn't care where he was going, but he HAD to hide.

While his legs devoured the steps by group of three, his mind looped around what he had just witnessed. She was a demon. A demon. A panther demon ? Demons existed. And she had sucked him off. And she had been a demon. Had she always been a demon ? Did she came to kill them all ? Oh god she was a demon…

He reached the bottom and slammed into the double panelled door, soaring in the basement where the kitchens, laundries, and all kind of other stuff were.

It's only then that he realised he should have stopped at ground level and left the hospital, an infinitely better solution than being stuck in a dead end… Well so be it. He wasn't gonna climb up the stairs while she could perfectly be walking them down right now.

The thought sent an adrenaline whip into his system, and he looked around, searching a hiding place.

There !

Getting around a herd of meal-trolleys, he ran into the laundry room, closed the door, and collapsed on the ground.

His lungs were on fire, his heart throbbing with panic, so he **** himself to take long, deep breath to calme down. Breathing in… … … breathing out… … … breathing in… … …

It half-worked. After a few minutes his panic receded, and his breathing was less erratical, but his heart was still beating as fast and fiercely as during the run, and he seemed to be sweating even more. Was the room this hot when he got in ? There didn't seem to be any turned on machine though…

He then realised his dick was still hard.

Blushing even if no one was here to see it, he decided to put the blame on the adrenaline and tried to make it go away by focusing on non-erotical stuff. But the more he tried to forget what had just happened, the more his thoughts drifted to Margaret. Monster or not, she was extremely sexy… And it had felt sooo good. The feeling of her tongue licking his cock, her lips wrapped around his shaft…And when she had begun to fuck her own ass with a tube… her moans had been so erotic.

He licked his lips, finding some remnants of her juices and her taste exploded in his mouth. Oh god… She tasted so good…

The first pussy he had ever eaten, and it was the one of the sexiest woman he had ever seen. How many guys had been so lucky ? Not much certainly.

Insidiously and slowly filled by the lust, he started to get lost in his thoughts. In his mind eye, the doctor was standing before him naked and dripping. Her face was reflecting a wild, primal arousal, her nipples were standing stiffly on top of her gravity-defying breasts, and her groin was swollen and drenched. She wanted him so badly. And he wanted her so badly too. He needed her. She faced away from him and fell on all fours, arching her back to show her ass. Her round ass… her massive, heart-shaped, firmed, smooth ass oh christ…

He fell on his knees behind her, lined up his cock with her snatch and begun to fuck her with a wild abandon, trying to carry all his lust, all his pent-up urges in his thrusts. He felt her slit sucking his cock in, milking it. And when her skin got covered with her fur, he felt himself changing to. What would he look like ? How good would it feel ? The thought of turning people into monsters like them was so-

His eyes snapped open as he realised his cock was out of his pants, and his hand wrapped around it, masturbating to the unholy fantasy.

"w-what the heeeelllllll…" he moaned, finding himself unable to stop.

His cock felt incredibly sensitive, much more than it should have been and the scent it gave off only aroused him more.

He was horny, so horny. Hornier than ever, his cock throbbed violently, his balls felt heavy with cum waiting to be released. It seemed a primal lust was coursing in his veins, a dark, unnatural heat.

He arched his back "oh god fuck !! aaaah…aaaahahh"

He tried to conjure all his willpower to stop what he was doing, but to no use… His body demanded pleasure. Deep urges usually kept on a leash were now breaking loose in him.

He knew it wasn't normal. Hell it would take a total idiot to not see this lust was nothing like regular lust, that something was toying with his hormones and pushing him to the dark side. But he couldn't help it. Images kept popping into his mind, tempting him, keeping him hard and making him want more. Images of Margaret of course, sultry demon caressing herself for him, but also of his friends, his co-student in the hospital, even his family !!

He shook his head as if it could help getting rid of these impure thoughts, but the harder he fought them off, the deeper the corruption was taking root in his mind. His cock began to spurt pre in a quantity far from normal. It soon overflowed and dripped down his shaft, a heavy and intoxicating scent rising from it. He breathed in, inhaling it and that only made him harder. It seemed that no matter what he did, it made him harder.

And bigger.

His member had now gained half of its initial length, and it was still growing. It felt amazing, like a slow, excruciatingly slow erection that wouldn't stop. His balls weren't left out, they kept swelling with cum under the influence of the idol, who was reshaping his body slowly but surely.

The resistance Nick was presenting made it harder to corrupt him, but it would also ensure a much better result.

He tried to stand up, leaning against the wall for support but a burst of pleasure brought him to his knees, moaning uncontrollably.

Resist he ordered himself Resist ! He had to fight it, he couldn't let himself be transformed into a monster like her, he was human ! He was human !! At that moment his humanity felt like the most important thing in the universe for him, the most precious thing he had ; his love, his empathy, even his sadness, he couldn't lose them, he couldn't bear to become…become…like her…

The movement of his hand on his shaft didn't help. It even was really, really distracting. And the battle was all the more biased since he was struggling against himself in addition to the idol. A part of him wanted that pleasure, wanted more even. A part of him felt really pleased by what was happening, desired to become strong, powerful, to see the others wriggle in lust, pleasure him, beg for him, and that part was getting fed, pulled out, called by the Idol's power.

He grunted, struggling with all his willpower not to fall down that slippery slope leading straight to perversion. He fought with all the strength he could, clinging onto his life like a drowning man to a lifebuoy.

Then, seemingly with an inhuman effort, he managed to take his hands away from his crotch.

It let him panting, trembling with mental exhaustion, but incredibly proud. He could feel the Idol's frustration of being fought off, and it encouraged him to keep fighting. He tried to clear his mind, and think of what to do next. A near impossible task given how lustful he was feeling, but now he wasn't masturbating, he could think more and more easily.

He had… he had to… find help right ? He couldn't fight a demon by himself, it was suicide. But who to call ? The police wouldn't believe him, nobody would. Except… Except… except somebody who already believed in demons ! He had to find a church ! It was his only hope.

A bead of sweat ran along the wing of his nose, and he brought his hand to wipe it off.

Terrible mistake.

His hand was still covered with tainted precum oozing from his cock, and the moment it approached his face, a wave of scent hit him right in the nose. And his resolution was shattered like glass.

NO! Nonononono he panicked feeling his mind succumb again to the devious urges. Nooooooooo !

His tongue darted by reflex, licking the sweet, intoxicating substance and his eyes rolled back as everything exploded in his mind. He lapped at it hungrily, horrified by what he was doing, yet unable to stop. Or unwilling ? Giving in to the temptation felt immensely more satisfying than he had thought, so what would it be to fully give up ? To embrace the lust and corruption.

A surge of determination allowed him to stop eating his pre, but that was only to see his hand falling back to his throbbing member. And now he had been dosed a second time with corrupted fluids…

Moaning, he fell and rolled on the ground, arching his back and throwing his cock in the air, the pleasure growing even stronger yet not giving him an orgasmic release yet.

His clothes abruptly started to fill uncomfortable, to itch. The slightest touch against his skin made him twitch with displeasure. He couldn't bear them, not a second more. With frantic movements, he undressed himself in a matter of seconds, and moaned in approval.

It felt so… right. To be entirely naked, to feel the air brush against his skin, to feel so exposed to anybody's look.

This incapacity to cum was, with the pleasure, eroding his last defences as surely as the sea erodes the land, it was pushing his mind deeper into a haze of lust and frustration. Why couldn't he cum ? Why ? He needed it so bad, his cock was covered with an unimaginable amount of pre, he should have already spurted his load by now. So why ? It was… it was that dark **** wasn't it ? It was a plan to make him give up, to pull him fully into the corruption

Nick felt fear nip at his mind as he realised it might very well work… The need was overwhelming, the frustration short-cutting everything else, even all the things making him human, that not a moment ago felt crucial, paled in front of the need to cum.

The echoes of his grunts filled the room along with his musky scent.

The situation seemed hopeless for Nick, he couldn't escape the Idol's pull a second time, his resistance was weakening and the attacks on his mind was back with more strength.

That's when Margaret came in the room.

Tracking him had been a child's play for Margaret. His scent was forever engraved in her mind, and she could follow his trail wherever he went.A grin stretched her face when she realised he had headed all the way down to the basement. He was really making it easy for her.

She took aaaalll her time, her eagerness outmatched by the excitation at the idea of letting him marinate in the tainting, letting the corruption root in him and darken his mind. Her pussy pulsed when she tried to imagine what was happening to him… How horny he was becoming, how eager to cum… How he would be twisted into a dark demon, ready to serve their Lord.

Her juices were dripping along her legs, thoroughly soaking her thighs and emitting loads of pheromones. She pushed the door and was struck by a powerful wave of corrupted scent.

"Oh my…" she whispered, feeling and fighting the urge to take back her true shape. Was she too late ? Had she missed all the fun ?

She followed the aroma to the laundry room and opened the door.

Her eyes widened when she saw him, naked. His cock had grown quite well, and was rivalling with the biggest ones amongst humans, but she didn't expect him to be still so… human…

But that meant she was just in time.

When he saw her, fear appeared on his face. "N-no… stay arrrgh… stay back." He stretched his arm toward her, as if to keep her at bay, and froze. They both looked at his hand. His clawed hand.

His previously flat and harmless nails had now been replaced with powerful and dangerous looking claws. He brought back his hand, fear stepping down for stupefaction as his skin began to twist and turn into black, shining scales.

"No" he whispered "no…nononononono" his voices raised up in panic before he suddenly threw his head back, his body tensing and jerking.

"Oh god please no, nnnrrghhh…*pants* I won't…"

"Why are you fighting it ?" she asked her voice dripping with temptation. She opened her white coat, revealing she wasn't wearing anything under it. A wave of her pheromones travelled to him, and she saw his pupils dilate and his cock throb harder. He stared at her, drinking her naked beauty.

"Embrace it… If you think you're feeling good now, wait until you become a full-on demon…"

He threw his head back, his muscles tensing under the spread of corruption and let out a groan of pain. Involuntarily he bared his teeth, allowing Margaret to see his teeth turning into fangs. His veins were slowly blackening, painting a contrasting testimony of the Idol's influence.

Margaret's eyes fell to his painfully erect cock. Maybe he just needed a little push to join them faster…

She dropped on all fours, delicately grabbing his dick. There was so much precum you could barely see the flesh under it, and even without the mesmerising smell, she would have felt her pussy burning with desire anyway. She definitely couldn't let his cock this dirty… She had to clean it…

Not losing a second, she hungrily took the whole thing in her mouth, eager to see him cum and transform.

Her moan vibrated in his shaft. Oh god… he tasted SO much better now the idol had tainted his juice, it was no wonder the smell alone had made her that turned on.

His moans answered to hers, and she felt his resistance crumbling under the combination of pleasure and the urge to cum. He needed it. He needed it so badly. In her mouth, his cock started to twist, throb and reshape. She sucked it for a few more seconds, before letting it go with a loud slurp and admiring the result.

It was definitely not human anymore. If the head was more or less the same, the shaft now looked like when plastic cups are piled up, overlapping the ones under them. Its skin now looked harder, thicker, but she didn't doubt, was even more sensitive. His balls had grown to the size of oranges. Delicious, juicy oranges.

Her own demonic lust couldn't be repressed anymore, and she avidly stood up over him, before kneeling and lining up her pussy with his luscious cock. Not listening to his weakening protests, she impaled herself on his rod.

They grunted at the exact same time, overwhelmed by the bliss and the urges.

Nick felt his own resolution slipping away, while paradoxically, his mind seemed to get clearer. This was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. Her boiling pussy was clenching like a vice around his dick, and she was bobbing up and down with slutty moans of satisfaction. No. More than satisfaction: ecstasy. Her breasts swung with her movement, glistening with sweat, and she was giving off an impression of raw, savage lust. She was fabulous. This whole thing was fabulous.

His protest from earlier looked more and more like an absurd and ignorant reaction from someone who had no idea how fantastic the alternative was. Why would anyone else refuse THIS for some meaningless thing like humanity ? What had he been thinking ? He had been willing to turn down the most incredible gift ever, just because he had been afraid of changing…

His last pieces of resistance died in him, and his pupils stretched into a reptilian line. He was ready.

With a fiery groan, he threw himself upwards and tumbled Margaret, pushing her until she was laying on the floor under him, and their faces were an inch apart.

She purred and took back her demonic appearance, delighted to witness his fall.

"Come on… what are you waiting for… Fuck the hell outta me !!"

Kissing with passion, he started to thrust into her, eliciting lustful moans as she felt his girth spreading her cunt. They were both getting lost in the ardent sex, their minds solely preoccupied by their pleasure.

He rose his head and growled, feeling once more the caress of the Idol's power on his mind and body, but this time he was welcoming it, asking for it.

"G-go ahead…" she moaned, "Do it ! Give it up, join *moan* us ! Give up your … your humanity to our god… uggghhh let him remake you ! Give it uuuuppp !!". With an explosion of juices, she climaxed and howled in pure bliss.

Nick roared, **** to cum, **** to feel this oh so needed release.

"YES !" he screamed "YES I WILL !!"

It didn't take more to let the corruption flow. His mind got flooded with the energy of orgasm, and in a blast of the most intense pleasure he could imagine, he came. His cock swelled and spurted loads after loads of cum in the former doctor. His humanity got effortlessly ripped from his body and far from there, the Idol glowed briefly under the affluence of a such pure soul.

Then Nick started to transform.

The onyx-black scales, until now limited to a few patch on his arms and legs, quickly multiplied, they spread all over his hardening skin like a an army marching on a new country. Some areas became a bloody red, the rest was pure darkness. His muscles swelled, changing his morphology from thin to splendidly athletic. His arms, his legs, his back lengthened, grew bigger, wider.

He slammed his hand on the ground, fist clenched under the pain and immense pleasure. It was incredible. Just incredible. Raw power and desire were filling him, infusing his mind with the will of demons, the will of the Idol. His feeble humanity not only seemed largely overrated now, but even risible, weak. He felt no regret in forsaking it. He wanted to be transformed, to become a demon and more than all, to corrupt everyone else. Everyone.

The images of his friends and family came back in his mind, and this time he felt arousal at the idea of changing them.

His feet began to snap and stretch, his four small toes fused in two bigger ones, and they kept growing along with the third. Thick black claws bursted from his nails, scratching the cement floor with ease.

His balls rapidly swelled, doubling in size in a few seconds, and driving him even hornier. His cock lengthened and widened too, stretching Margaret's pussy who whined in sheer ecstasy. Having the cock fucking her growing at the same time was the best feeling she had ever known.

His back abruptly tensed as two bumps appeared on it. They grew at an incredible pace, stretching higher and higher, developing joints and new appendages, forming in barely half a minute, two magnificent dragon wings.

He snarled and a black smoke fell from his mouth.

It wasn't like any normal smoke, it was much thicker, and denser too. When it finally reached the floor, it didn't as much seemed to dissipate than soaking in it.

While his ass swelled with muscles, a lump appeared over it and extended, stretching and widening to form a long prehensile tail.

The final part approached. He growled and clenched his jaw when the hot pressure invaded his head, bringing the last changes to his new being. His face stretched forward, pushing, widening, allowing his fangs to grew even longer and sharper. His ears shrivelled and disappeared, leaving only two holes behind them. His hairs condensed and fused into scales, integrating to the hard mantel now covering his flesh.

From the two sides of the back of his head, two bumps stretched backwards, forming elegant curved horns, as black as his scales.

He stood up, leaving the feline pussy with a plop and a whine of protest from its owner, but the exaltation he was feeling was beyond any concern. He could feel it, almost there, almost there…

He opened his squared dragon muzzle, briefly showing a forked tongue, before it was engulfed in the black smoke rising from his inside. Letting a terrifying, powerful roar, he raised his snout to the ceiling and spat a torrent of corruptive smoke and at the same time a torrent of cum from his cock. The cum spurted out and covered Margaret, making her orgasm at the very moment it touched her fur.

The smoke spread on the ceiling like a wildfire, but didn't move like smoke at all, it almost seemed… alive. It flooded against the cement without falling at all, and it was not until it reached the wall that it began to come down. It flowed like a living river, soaking in and infusing everything it touched with the Idol's power.

The freshly washed coats turned into all kind of sexy outfits, from slutty nurse to full on bdsm leather, the washing machines became sex machines with all kind of dildos and sex toys ready to be used, and even the walls changed to become a dungeon.

On the ground, margaret was lost in the throws of pleasure. Her hands were madly rubbing her pussy as she came again, and again, and again, barely stopping a few seconds before orgasming again with incoherent moans. Her fur was drenched with the abundance of juices she was squirting.

He closed his jaws, stopping the flows, and looked around him. Did he do all of that ? Was it really him.

He glanced down and marvelled at his body. Gone was the human, gone was the pale skin and 6 inches cock, the thin arms and the cute face. His member, still erect after two orgasms, seemed a bit too wide for humans mouths to take it, at least not without a little help from his god. His arms were wide and well-proportionate, giving him the fitness he had always dreamed of. His paws looked powerful, his tail was splendid, and the feeling of pure power…

He could feel a new instinct throb deep at his core. Corrupt people. Spread the influence of the Idol, make them yearn for it, beg for it, turn them into slutty, horny demons ready to serve their Master.

He shivered as Margaret stood up, her divine body covered in cum.

"Now that's a good boy." she purred walking predatorily toward him. He gulped and his dick throbbed seeing the feline confidence and lust she was oozing.

She wrapped her arms and a leg around him and kissed him, rubbing her horny cunt against his dick. The series of mind-shaking orgasms she had felt satiated her lust enough for her to finish her plan, but she did't see any reason why she couldn't both fuck him and explain it to him. She broke the kiss and slowly slide down, pressing her opening again the head of his dragon cock, causing both of them too moan in lust again.

"While you fuck me good, I'm going to expose what we're gonna do next. Okay for you ?"

He grinned and grabbed her, sliding his massive meat back in her pussy.

"Guess so..." she moaned.