Not Very Far

Stacey felt his body burn, his heart pounding violently in his chest. His mind struggled to question what they had done, his most coherent thoughts were his desire to go back and fuck them.

Turning a corner around one machine he leaned back against it and slunk to the floor breathing heavily. He stayed there in a daze, his mind struggling for a coherent idea, or course of action.

One hand slowly stroked his cock, exploring the beading texture of his shaft as it spread outward, black and orange from the bites.

His testicles swelled as they began receding into his body, displacing organs he wouldn't need for long, be it through joining the Idol's legion, or dying from the corruption perverting his mortal coil.

Stacey found his mind growing clearer, his mind happily embracing the new ideas racing through it. With each willing and more eager stroke of his cock, his skin beaded further out from the bites. His physique shifted more muscular, hair was shed, and his tongue swelled fatter reaching further out of his mouth.

As an ear fell off to the ground, leaving him with a simple ear hole his growing senses grew aware of the form hiding nearby. Reaching over with a slowly clawing hand Stacey toppled the laundry pile clear, revealing the squirming youthful Latina, draped in a hole filled laundry uniform eroding away against the foggy corruption that had soaked into it from the air.

Estelle’s raven locks were spread out beneath her, glossy with vitality and health, her face and skin purged of their many years of age, her breasts swollen into E cups, pressing through the hole-riddled uniform. Her ass had grown equally full, her hips flared into a pristine hourglass.

Estelle moaned lavishly rubbing her hands helplessly all over herself. As she masturbated with three fingers through holes in her pants, teasing nipples through the almost fully dissolved front of her shirt

Many of the staff had been puzzled and amused by the sudden fog when it first emerged, hell she even marvelled in awe at it.

That was until she scowled at Jerome and Selene. They started to get shamefully frisky as the fog grew hotter and thicker.

When the first panicked screams erupted Estelle called to them, hearing only salacious moans in response Estelle fled towards the exit. Or where it should have been.

She had run blindly into the foggy haze when she heard more people scream out at being attacked. Fleeing blindly each time back into the fog she stumbled upon the latest unabashed sexual submission she uncovered.

Until she bumped into the washers. Recognizing the machines she used them to guide her around, knocking over a laundry bin she lay down behind the pile to much relief. Laying there she relaxed, breathing deeply Estelle thought only about holding out until rescue came.

The fog seemed to thicken as she calmed more and more. Her mind drifted from the crisis, her clothes heavy with dampness from the air were strangely warm and relaxing. Her hands drifting slowly and calmly across the smooth wet cloth.

Estelle lost track of how long it had been, it felt like ages, awkward arousal provoking strange desires she fought to repress in their wrongness.

In truth her religious fortitude held out powerfully, the Idol unable to penetrate her. Before long she slowly submitted bit by bit. She had been such a good Christian woman, often butting heads with even Maria over the smallest bit of doctrine.

But that was back when she was a 60 years old woman, worshipfully working towards her lasts days before retirement as the good Lord commanded. The Idol's fog had since reduced her old withered body to the sexual peak of a 20 years old, with a sex-drive that more than compensated for her years of abstinence.

Other than skin deep, it had the right of temptation, and that is what raised Estelle's first alarm after a psychological eternity in the mist.

She glimpsed at her hands, their foreign youthful beauty soon explored up to the sleeves at her shoulders, in amazement at the restored youth Estelle felt her wrinkle-free face, pulled down her bun to find her greying tresses a deep glossy black.

It made her feel more aroused, she was young again, tempting ideas tugged for her attention as she wondered about praying thanks for the gift as her mind grew increasingly distracted from the concept of concern over the fog.

Running her hands across her scrubs she was grateful for the wet cloth being there to aide in her resisting the temptation to explore just how much her seemingly on fire body had changed.

Until she started to feel them.

The holes formed as if shrapnel had sprayed the cloth burning through portions, but they continued to grow.

Wide-eyed, Estelle gazed at the holes forming in terror, the eroding cloth seeming to be epicenters of pleasure burning into her body, her hands at first trying to pull the cloth away, before subconsciously shifting to ripping her clothing free to touch her skin.

It was about then the fog began to thin, Estelle's arousal and excitement growing as she saw Stacey lurch around the machine in seeming agony. She didn't know why, but it excited her.

As his body began twisting into a human-like lizard she was mortified mentally that all it did was excite her more. Shuffling excitedly as she saw the claw-like hand topple the laundry pile clear, allowing her to stare into the dark glossy orbs that had taken the place of his eyes.

Estelle couldn't help but moan excitedly, she was mortified as she thought about how she never had been so craven, she was a proper religious woman.

Who was eager to sin.

Even more eager to lay with beasts.

She now gazed at Stacey, uncaring about the man transforming before her eyes, If anything it excited her with ideas of just what kind of animalistic fuck he might provide her famished libido.

Eyeing him up and down Estelle masturbated less and less for the pleasure, and more out of desire to see what kind of monstrous man or beast might come and take her.

Seeing Stacey stand up more powerfully and erect, towering over her stroking his now 14” cock inspired more gratuitous expressions of desire as Estelle masturbated. Her eyes locked with his blackening orbs as he increasingly lost his humanity to the advancing corruption.

Stacey could hear it, the Idol's whispers, impressions of what acts other corrupted individuals were doing, what other blessed forms were being created.

Turning his slightly elongated muzzle to the willing woman enticing him to just take her, so as she could console herself with having surrendered instead of volunteering. He licked his lips happily, thinking of the perfect corruption to deliver to relieve his soulful burden.

“Please…. Pretty please…” The Latina pleaded, thrusting her hips up towards the beast that was formerly her boss.

Stacey licked his lip with his fatter, longer lizard tongue, grinning as he answered.