==Chapter 4==
"That's bullshit," Kellan shouted into the phone. He was staring dumbfounded at his mirror image, all hair gone safe for a blond mohawk.
He had just gotten home and taken off his shirt when he had realized that his head felt strangely breezy.
"Whether you believe me or not," Thane said, "whether you think the demon king is real or not, I am the only one who can help you."
"Fuck off," Kellan said, glaring at his sweat drenched torso, now with noticeably buffer arms and pecs. "Tai is just a fucking self-obsessed douchebag with great genes. You can't tell me I'm turning into a fucking demonic vessel. Bullshit."
Thane's voice stayed calm. "You need to get protective sigils. A demon able to take root in multiple hosts is incredibly bad news."
Kellan took a deep breath. Why was he sweating so much? He slipped out of his clammy pants.
"So I'm supposed to go follow your orders or I turn into an exhibitionist freak like Tai?"
"You only need to go to a certain address where-"
Kellan's body jackknifed as his abs cramped. He almost smashed his face into the sink, but caught himself at the cost of slamming the phone full force into the wall.
"Fuck!"
His abs rippled and developed deeper cuts. His obliques sharpened to an unmistakable V. He looked fucking hot, despite the dumbass haircut and the constant rivers of sweat.
The phone was still on, the screen too cracked to be useable.
"Hello? Thane? I think I do need help."
"I'll text you an address."
"Actually, I'll have to check the chat on my PC. I can't see the screen anym-" Kellan tried to swallow his saliva but instead it dropped from his lip. "Uh... Thane? I'm drooling."
"You need to get going now. Prepare to leave. The demon king might try to keep you indoors. I'll message you."
Kellan raced to his bedroom, bringing the phone with him. His back muscles all flexed at once, making him throw the phone into the air. He managed not to fall backwards, merely tumbling into a wall, but could only watch the phone shatter into four pieces.
"Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck you demon king. I'll rip you apart."
The tall, blond, sweaty hunk saw his reflection in the bedroom window. His shoulders had slightly broadened, turning his torso into a yield sight that pointed at his crotch. At least that he could live with.
He opened the closet and grabbed a long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. On his way to the front door, his ass cramped and he had to sink onto all fours.
With both hands he felt his ass grow disproportionally to his other muscles. He was getting an ass that would have gays salivating. Actually, he was drooling on the floor right now, but not at the thought of ass – just because he couldn't help it.
Rising on the sweat slick floor, Kellan made it to his computer to look at the map Thane had sent him.
He sat down at the desk and planned his route. It felt strange, sitting higher up because his ass was suddenly an enormous cushion.
Kellan hoped his glutes weren't as attention grabbing as Tai's. At least he never had to do squats again.
Just as he was ready to get up, his thighs flexed so hard they made him kick the table from underneath. His PC dropped off the desk and the casing broke.
A curse died in Kellan's throat as he tumbled backward and had to catch himself, with his thighs out of control. His beefy ass cushioned the fall.
On the floor, he watched his legs grow massive. Hwre his biceps had grown thicker by an inch or so, his upper legs grew easily triple that in only a few bursts of rippling fiber.
Monstrous quads and hamstring made the rest of his body look small by comparison. Within a few moments, his calves followed, blowing up into diamond shapes.
As he got up, a string of drool dripping onto his chest, he caught his reflection in the living room window and felt a flash of fear as his penis appeared to have shrunk.
He looked down on himself. No, his dick was the same size. At full attention it would surely still be a proud six and half inches. It just looked small surrounded by mega thighs and bulging abs.
Kellan turned around and understood. His body was now two arrows pointing at his center, putting full focus on his ass – the most stand out feature on him.
As the sweating hunk stared at himself, his dick turned into a semi hard-on. Wait, why was he getting hard? He wasn't fucking turned on by being some devil's muscle ass-whore.
Ah, this must have been how the demon wanted to keep him indoors. Kellan felt the urge to jerk off, naturally, but he wasn't going to get conquered.
He slipped into his briefs, shirt, sweatpants and sneakers, then left.
The second he was out the door, his bladder was killing him. He needed to piss like never before. Even going down the stairs from his front door to street level was agony.
Kellan looked to either side, then slipped his hard dick out and pissed against the corner of his townhouse.
He was now expanded to the full six and a half - veins pulsing with every heartbeat. He had never tried pissing like this before but with the pressure on his bladder he wasn't sure he'd make it back to his bathroom in time.
A little dribble started to flow forth as a string of drool dripped onto his rod. The dribble turned into an arc, then with a shiver that nearly made him sink to his knees he pissed a stream so hard it splashed back from the wall.
Kellan had to take half a step away, exposing himself to anyone who'd look along the street.
For pissing with an erection it was surprisingly easy, but the amount was incredible. He pissed for a good ten seconds before the pressure even started to lessen, then continued for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, he slipped his still dripping dick into his hem, spit out drool and unlocked his car.
As he opened the door, the sleeves of his shirt slipped off his slick, muscled arms. What in the name of fuck was happening?
He left the sleeves behind. No reason to get distracted.
While driving Kellan felt the fabric of his sweatpants disintegrate. It didn't matter, he was in a car. Nobody would see him. He wasn't going to flaunt his massive ass to the world like that narcissistic jock asshole Tai.
But he still needed to piss badly. He was a quarter of the way to his destination when he couldn't hold it anymore.
There was no empty parking space. But this wasn't a busy neighborhood. Kellan parked on the street, next to a white van and got out.
Threads fell off his lap. His shirt was now exposing his lower abs and the sweatpants hung in tatters past the knees.
He started pissing before he had fished his dick out of his briefs and drenched himself. Again his stream was stronger than he had thought possible, splashing off the asphalt and all over his shoes.
The muscle punk's eyes rolled back into his head as piss-gasms raced up his spine.
The sound of honking made him jerk but did not stop the piss. His car was blocking the following one. And there were more coming. He wasn't done pissing.
With a desperate grunt, Kellan cut the stream and slipped back into his car. He wiped strings of drool from his chin with an annoyed swipe. The shirt fell off him in the process. Whatever, he was too hot for a shirt anyway.
He made it halfway to his destination. There was no way to hold it any longer. The piss pain was keeping him from steering, so much did any motion hurt. But the road was too busy to stop.
Kellan let the window down, waited until no car was coming the other way, and pissed from his seat out the window. The stream was easily strong enough to shoot from his boner and leave the car, but the wind turned it into a spray that came raining right back inside.
"Fuck, uh, fuck no." He got piss everywhere. His sweaty skin didn't let it stick but the slight smell soaked into everything on him and in the car.
He couldn't help it, he had to keep going.
His pants broke apart, the hem torn in multiple places. He used the cloth to wipe himself, then threw it on the rear seats.
The hunky demon vessel was now in nothing but briefs, drooling with heavy breaths.
Only one quarter away from the goal, Kellan found a defunct gas station. It was his best shot. He drove past the "no entry" sign and parked as far away from the road as possible.
With an obvious boner, in briefs transparent from sweat and piss, Kellan dashed behind his car, let the briefs slip to his ankles and pissed at the wall.
The vibration from his piss stream and a gentle hand motion along his boner... Before he knew it he was jerking off.
Might as well now.
He gripped his dick with both hands and rubbed while fist-humping. His ass bounced as he flexed it with the humping motion. With his increased weight of his new body Kellan had trouble finding a rhythm at first but he learned fast.
Within seconds Kellan was ready to shoot.
A gob of saliva dropped on his dick as his briefs turned into tiny patches. Kellan cummed and was instantly pissing again, tumbling with the combined force of orgasm and demon-strength piss.
With his head no clearer than before, the hunk was back on his way.
He arrived at the address, parked on the sidewalk and got out of the car with only his keys and wallet.
He pissed ahead of himself, nervous about being spotted in total nudity but unable to withstand the piss-pain.
Kellan saw himself in the car's windows. Wow, he had really turned into a Tai-level-douche. Hopefully he'd get magical healing in the basement of this house.
Kellan covered his boner and marched on.
He entered without knocking and...
Was this an office? A spartan tattoo studio? And why did the guy behind the desk with the creepy grin look more like layer than an occult sage?
There was somebody else, too. Somebody Kellan recognized.
I bet you know who it is, but let's keep it a cliffhanger anyway.
Next time we'll check if Tai's situation is going well. I'm sure he's in good hands.