Moxxie's lucky new life

It was a calm night at Imp City.

After a long Day of work, a long Day of killing Mortals, earning money, and hoping that their Boss will not spend said Money for some stupid shit (AGAIN!!), two Imps of the Pride Ring call it a Day.

A married couple that are part of a Team of Assassins.

Moxxie and Millie.

Their marriage is truly disturbingly solid for a couple of Hellspawn creatures who are killing machines since birth.

Millie is the Close combat/melee expert while her husband covers the Long range/Weaponsexpert part. Some would say it's a match made in Heaven... or Hell in this case.

Millie stretches and yawns inside their Bedroom after she replaced her usual attire with shorts and a big T-Shirt that covers her torso and thighs. Moxxie on the other hand just pulled his jacket and shirt off before he replaces his pants with boxer shorts.

Since he wanna sleep comfortably, his shorts are somewhat bigger than his normal pyjama pants. Enough for him to have some space in it, but not enough make it fall down on the floor when he stands up.

A small sigh from the Imp Weaponsexpert took Millies attention.

MI: Are you okay, honey?

Moxxie looks at her and then back at this very funky looking Book in his hands.

MO: Yes, yes. I just don't get it why we have to take the Grimoire with us. I mean... Blitzø has it in a Safe inside his Office, and now we have to play Bodyguard?

MI: Look, Mox... I get it that you're angry at him for what happened today-

MO: What happened today was NOT my fault! You saw that he smacked the Barrel of the Sniper Rifle while i was aiming at our target.

MI: He said there was a Bee sitting on it. He just looked after you.

MO: And you believed him?

Millie sighs. This week was very stressfull for Moxxie. Blitz was more of an ass then usual, for whatever reason. It also didn't helped that his adoptive daughter, Loona, was also involved of the bullying.

Moxxie saw that his Wife has a concerned almost sad look on her face... oh how much he despises this look in her eyes. Moxxie placed one hand on hers while his other hand still holds the Grimoire. He wanted her to be happy. He wanted to be the Husband she deserves, and not this. He's sometimes too smart for his own well being. Or too classy. Always the punching bag, or the joke. He hates that he can't do anything to make them stop. But he has the hope... the Dream... that one Day things will change for the better... for him... for his wife... and his life.

He closed the space between them and gave Millie a long, loving kiss. After what felt like several minutes they broke the kiss and Millie spoke up.

MI: Let's go to bed, Mox.

He agreed. He placed the Grimoire on the Nightstand beside him, laid down, and then turned off the lights. Ready to turn his Head into stand-by mode after such a week.

But it was only granted for him to have a goodnight sleep until the clock reached Midnight.

Because then, his mind was wandering places. He was moving his body from left to right and after that the other way around. The Grimoire on his Nightstand was understanding his proplems, his worrys, his fears. And that's why it begun to make... a few adjustments. A few changes.

Moxxie laid on his back and stopped moving. The Grimoire took it's time to get rid of Moxxie's rather fragile mental state. His anxiety that takes the better of him from time to time, among a few other things. But now the real changes took place.

Moxxie breathed heavily. He gently grabbed the Bedsheets while the Grimoire does it's work.

The muscles on his torso begun to tighten up. The muscles on his belly, chest, his biceps as well begun to show. First a sixpack slowly formed on his belly area. His chest muscles followed. His biceps begun to swell up, to tighten and to grow while the almost silent sound of muscles growing replaced the complete silence inside the Bedroom.

But the Grimoire just begun it's work on his mind and body.

To make sure that he doesn't wake up and interrupt his transformation, the Book of the Goetia bloodline filled Moxxie's mind with fantasys he didn't knew he would actually like.

Millie.

Her gorgeous naked body. A massive rod that stood up from his lower body found it's way to her lower entrance. Laying on her back, her wrists grabbed and pushed against the Bed. Slow at first but picking up speed he rammed his cock inside her. Both moaning in ecstacy. And then... she tensed up. A stream of semen poured into her. Slowly her body begun to adjust to the amount of love he pumped into her. Her Breasts expanding, her Belly too.

Her voice playing in his ears.

"Moar!~ Give me more!~"

He begun thrusting againg. Pumping moar and moar cum into her. Her Breats turned into massive Tits. Then at a certain point they started leaking. First a few drops, then streams of Milk flow out of her Tits.

"Oh Fuck!~ Milk me!~ Milk me, Moxxie!~"

Withoud thinking twice he let go of her wrists. Grabbed both of her Tits with his hands and put both of her nipples in his mouth. Drinking almost every drop of the white gold she gave him.

This turned Millie on even moar. Moaning in pure bliss as her Husband drank her Tits almost dry.

This part of the fantasy turned the sleeping Imp even moar on.

After imagining himself drinking almost gallons of Millies milk he felt like an arousel on his entire body. He looked at himself, at his body. His fragile looking body changed. Muscels begun to grow. He felt how he became stronger by the second. He placed his arms on the Bed behind him, yanking his head back. But as he looked down on himself again, he saw that his already big Dick grow by his heartbeat. Growing more and more, as it fully erect itself. Now almost the size of his body, his massive Cock begun to throb.

Millie saw her husband. Looking him in the eye... and begged.

"Moxxie.~...Please.~... Moar.~"

Back in the real world, the space in his shorts begun to dissapear. It was such an amazing feeling. Feeling how you grow bigger and bigger. His Balls and Cock growing larger, creating a bulge in his crotch area that only became bigger with each moment that passes, and ultimately pushing his shorts down his legs.

Moxxie spread his legs, pushing his hips up all while his muscles and his Cock grew even larger. All until his shorts couldn't restrain him any longer. His large throbbing rod now free, he begun to move his hips up and down. Thinking about nailing his beautiful wife at the Bed.

Some would think that this is now more then enough.

Enough changes.

But the Grimoire only just begun it's work. And tomorrow... Moxxie's life will be changed for the better.

But until then, he enjoys his fantasys... before they become real.