Ending 1: The Husk

Ryan started his day as it would always go now, with him waking up in the dark and texting his girlfriend sweet dreams just before she rested in her coffin; or else she'd come for him at nightfall. Becca still more than terrified him with her romantic expectations and manipulation, but his folks still thought she was nice girl ,and his dick agreed, so he wouldn't be changing anything there. He was already used to his issues with his apartment, but seeing how cheap it was, his refusal felt all the more like would be overstepping. Barely outside of his apartment, he was subject to the usual catty mocking behavior from his neighbor. Kelly lectured on how disgusting his lowly position in work was and how that just further understated how undeserving he was of his place in the building or the landlord's attention. Trailing off about the landlady's affection had her tails wiggling before she shot him a look and pounced on him in greed to mimic someone held superior to herself.

His first load of the day was extracted with her tits in his face and her ass clapping hard on him in the middle of the hallway. She mocked how pathetic he looked suckling and the instinctive thrust of his hips.

Already feeling bit drained and disrespected for his first interaction of the day didn't help his anxiety as he went into work. Getting worked so often had been disastrous for his output at work, but conveniently office drama was high enough that the boss could focus on him only. When just walking in, it seemed that Thea and Britney were already being reprimanded, with the elf groveling excessively to authority with her honor on the line, and the goblin shrugging off the incidents she'd initiate. Her smugness went away after a few moan-filled moments from Miranda's office; she came out staggering, a bit plumper and swelling with sexual energy forcibly: bound to her through a womb tattoo-like sigil that she was bent over; clutching as her hair and eyes glowed with the same aura.

At least the workplace could have more solidarity as Miranda, immediately called him into her office for his performance upon noticing him. His workflow was stifled, but he was still better than Thea, despite that and having anyone fill his position that she could control was great enough, plus she'd never really fire him, but still would definitely imply such. After beating his ego a bit by mentioning all the projects he'd yet to finish that were far projected in the schedule, she eased up lulling him in by complimenting his well-controlled and non-excessive behavior. For a reward, she tossed him on her desk and rode him in reverse cowgirl with her tail swaying hypnotically and as cheeks clapping down to drain his essence and condense it a bit to sadistically leave him on edge even afterward.

Ryan's department ended up as office outcasts by anyone wanting to be distanced from Miranda's attention, and even if their cubicles weren't far enough separated from the rest, they now had a set of curtains blocking direct eyesight. The vague privacy didn't stop the sounds of groans and Ryan's chair creaking from not being familiar to the rest of the office, though. Thea was always the most horny and in need of an ego boost after seeing the boss; having her ride Ryan's dick ferally to fill her, and the unknown to her lust quota in her sigil, reliably utilized her a bit more for her succubus superior and bimbofied her a bit for good measure.

Her soft tits pressed against Ryan's chest as she gripped him firmly with moans echoing out over his shoulder and ears twitching as they kept nearly poking his eye. The bit of energy her boss left in him resonated extremely, stunned in pure passion as he rocked in his seat with an intense heat on his cock. After being high enough in cum to maintain her position/ income, Thea panted limply against Ryan before pulling a chain made out of paperclips that continued around Britney's neck; who rushed to lick Ryan's balls and Thea's asshole with perverse joy at her shameful submission kneeling nude under the desk.

For the entertainment of the smutty goblin that was becoming more imp-like everyday, Ryan defiled the elf by first face-fucking her, and when she was in a more shamelessly slutty state, he mating-pressed her hard on the office floor. Work proved to be especially grating by being repeatedly swapped between his coworkers, but eventually came the time for him to clock out and be free for a moment.

His 'friends' then messaged him a 'request' to hangout; not that he could turn it down given their **** potential to set off an immortal vampire on him, as well as fae trickery binding him. Showing up at the meeting spot had him violently charged at by the orc and just as viciously used for the laughs of the rest at either the display of such 'free energy' or the winnings of a bet. Depending on said bet, he'd end up in vines and milked for the spiritual essence of a release built up or **** to follow any embarrassing dare before being ordered to please the fairy as well.

After 'hanging out' with at least 7 loads expended for the day, Ryan wasn't spared from the swoop of his landlord plucking him from the skies and using him as soon as he neared the building; when she had woken up later in the day. While it may have been good for the shut-in to start going out, his contact with her proved to be the most public, with her just moving him anywhere high enough and pounding out for just anyone to see with her lustful moans in full roar at her authority.

His one true recharge session of the day happened after she flew him back to her room and just tossed him in a pile of her 'materials' and he could skip off to his place to down enough protein, supplements, and maybe get a nap; if Kelly didn't catch him in the halls.

Lastly, after sundown he would be called upon by his vampire mistress and drained, mocked, and manipulated plenty when he would be at his lowest.

After at MINIMUM 9 loads expended, his day would really end and he could get some sleep. This process continued for MONTHS; two to be exact/ not enough to feel if he'd be truly screwed by seeing any baby bumps, yet still the stress of being passed around constantly and pumped had him questioning if he should really be consenting to all of this; sure he was acting true to how everyone in his life was as their more true selves, but he had his own desires for rest and isolation.

Unfortunately, in his tendency to bend towards other people, he couldn't refuse, he was too straight and somehow still too **** to turn down any such baddies. He looked deep down and reflected on how he was just letting himself be drained . . . like an utter fucking husk.

Reality flickered and Ryan's bags looked heavier, and his skin drier, but in his nature he persisted over stiffly with the life he left behind.

Ryan blinked his eyes and stumbled to go through his daily routine, yet surprisingly was never bothered; not even that things were suddenly back to normal, but everyone around him looked too drained to care about anything. He went to work relieved to be surrounded by humans, but was momentarily worried by the sheer exhaustion everyone showed; that was soon explained by a shared sense of single-minded dedication, with everyone focused on their tasks extensively. He barely got a flippant email about his productivity, that had no mention or interest in later steps; showing that Miranda in her tired fugue lacked the interest for discipline, Thea still slept in the office, and Britney was completely locked in on her work passively.

Ryan didn't receive any texts, but felt like testing his luck, and received a few barely committal 'sure's that had him and a small group of friends stumbling weakly through a park. Rachael didn't press the rules of her bets; making them kind of pointless, Chelsea shrugged off her fleeting agitation too often to care about really, and Monica kept her info on lazy online hookups to a minimum; mainly just celebrating the rare chance of the guy bothering to show. They were all waved off easily enough. He even met his tubby dude-friend, who didn't have much information and wasn't too open with how drained he was; all he could say was that his roommate was missing and he had started loaning out the mysterious guy's stuff.

Really testing his luck, Ryan invited his girlfriend to a cheap place, and they both lazily danced around conversation with no real pressure ever being exerted. Ryan might've felt like a husk, but wasn't a true one by this world's standards, so in-comparison he felt like he had enough guts to say an offer that would've destroyed him and his earlier relationship.

"Wanna fuck?"

"...sure"

This world was a paradise of no pressure and leisure isolation! ; Ryan cheered heavily at his big-titted goddess of a girlfriend shrugging towards sex like anyone in this world would, a world where he could be the most true to himself with everyone as uncaring as he was previously.

The blowjob was lazy, but he couldn't imagine an egomanic like Becca lowering her mouth on him in any other way. He face-fucked his stress and trauma onto her; seeing her as quite the convenient and sexy lightning rod for it, flatly allowed as she put absolutely no effort into resisting any use as a toy. He had always wanted to fuck her tits, and they felt glorious in his hands, Becca did look a bit dull towards the act, but she still slowly got turned on by it and the passion that didn't belong to this world. Her tits looked even more beautiful covered in his load, that even spattered to her face, but his body had been so heavily conditioned that only one load didn't feel like enough for the day; especially if saved for so late.

She didn't mind where he touched her and had a slight intrigue at following the requests of someone so driven. Becca was essentially the perfect sex-doll that let herself get roughly mating pressed into his bed and receive load after load that normally would've gone to every other woman in Ryan's life. Focusing such a turbulent life's passion onto her had the effect of stuffing the husk that she was with a slutty drive that he'd brought to this world; making her a perfect husk wearing whatever persona he ingrained into her, later aided with any sort of cosplay making her into a fuck-toy of anything he wanted.

Everyone in this world had a similar level of flippantness; giving Ryan the peace he desired, but also giving him a way to follow the hunger **** upon him. Ryan wrapped the amulet in a cloth to avoid touching it, and perfectly content with this life, he passed it on to whoever needed things to click into place with proper casting.