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Legends of Belial → Transformation Stories → Eden Goes to Hell - by Fishteller
At the gates of Hell, the dead were tied to a long spit roast, ass to mouth, and carried up the hill for Judgment. The demons that carried the spit were burly and hulking beneath overflowing bloody robes. They didn’t seem to care if their grip squeezed someone’s arm or leg. The ropes chafed. The damned souls dangled and swung and bones threatened to snap. They moaned in fear. This was only the beginning.
The Judge was waiting for them at the top of the hill. Their flaccid penis swung beneath a too-small loincloth as they paced from side to side. They stopped when the spit stopped and pulled out a clipboard.
“David Arcalian.”
The attendant demons found the man in question and pulled him off the spit, snapping the ropes that bound him. He trembled in terror, his naked body shrivelled despite the heat.
“Your eternal punishment will be carried out by the demon Sublimicar,” the Judge announced.
Opposite the spit was a line of demons, standing at attention in single file. At the end of the line, Sublimicar strode forward. He was double the size of the attendant demons. He plucked David from them with one huge hand. David screamed, but no one paid him any mind.
The Judge continued to go down the list, reading off the dead and having them brought forward, and then reading off the demon that would torment them. This went on for countless exchanges, name after name. Salome tried not to fidget where she stood between two shorter demons. She was so hungry, and looked forward to the satisfaction of absorbing her next victim.
The demon to Salome’s right took their mortal, and finally it was Salome’s turn.
“Eden Farthing,” the Judge read. Salome watched eagerly.
Eden was tied near the middle. She didn’t make any sound. She was slight and small and waifish, a wisp of a person, the sort mortals would overlook in crowds. Pale brown hair hung in floating curtains about her face, as if it wasn’t sure what it was doing there. Her eyes darted around, hardly even paying attention to the attendant demons as they approached her.
She had managed to get swung over the spit, so that she was straddling it with her legs and arms tied beneath her. Salome could tell that she had strained the whole journey to keep herself from slipping off. Her body trembled more from exhaustion than fear.
Once the demons were holding her up in front of the Judge, they said, “Your eternal punishment will be carried out by the demon Salome.”
Salome strode forward, smiling with satisfaction. Eden’s frantic eyes landed on her and finally went still as she took in the demon that now owned her.
Salome knew she was an impressive sight for a fellow demon, let alone a mortal. Her body was bound in numerous wraps of dark leather that covered her nipples and not much else. She had murky blue skin, mottled with tan, and curling horns so dark they were nearly black. Her tail swished invitingly between her legs and her cloven feet, which gave her a natural heel, clicked with each step. But none of this was what really drew the eye, which was the pouch of soft leather strapped between her legs. The outline of her cock was clearly visible as the leather was pushed and shifted by her plump thighs.
Salome watched with satisfaction as Eden’s eyes dropped to her crotch and stayed there. It was clear from her wide-eyed expression that she knew exactly what Salome intended to do with her.
Or at least, she thinks she does, Salome thought smugly.
One of the attendant demons handed Salome a chain, the other end of which was wrapped around Eden’s neck. Salome was about the same height as the attendant demons, which made her nearly two feet taller than Eden. She gave the chain a light tug, causing Eden to stumble forward and face-first into Salome’s breasts.
“Aah…” She stumbled back with a startled noise, her face red. She backtracked right into one of the attendants, his cock no doubt pressing against her back.
He was less amused than Salome. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and shoved her, so that she fell to the ground.
“She’s your responsibility, Salome,” he growled.
Salome curled her lip at him. It was always a dick measuring contest with the other demons—sometimes literally. For her part, she made sure to yank Eden roughly to her feet, practically dragging the girl along behind her.
Salome went to her favorite glade, a private copse at the top of one of Hell’s many jagged mountains. There was a covered patio with a blanket and cushions beneath it, and a hammock tied between two trees. It was her favorite place to absorb a new meal.
“I didn’t think Hell would be comfortable,” Eden said suddenly.
Salome made a face. Mouthy. “This is not for you,” she replied in a sharp voice. “This is for our pleasure.”
“The demons’, you mean?” Eden said. Salome ignored her, finding the question stupid.
She yanked Eden under the cover of the patio and then threw the chain to the ground. She stood there with her arms crossed, waiting.
Eden sat up on her knees, looking at the abandoned chain. She lifted her head and scanned the surrounding trees, sickly and stunted like most things in Hell. She didn’t try to run. Salome respected that. Running was pure foolishness—where would they go? Anywhere they went, they would still be in Hell.
Slowly, Eden turned, shuffling on her bare knees to face Salome. She looked up at her, eyes lingering all the way to her face.
“Are you going to f-fuck me now?” she said, breathing shaky.
In response, Salome flicked a latch on her leathers and the pouch fell between her hooves. Her cock hung freely, pale blue going to pink at the tip. It was, of course, much larger than any human’s, even soft. She felt it twitch a little, excited by the imminent meal.
Eden’s face burned red again. She seemed unable to take her eyes off of Salome’s dick. Her breathing quickened.
“How do you want it?” Salome said. This was a trick question. She tried not to smirk too much, lest she give it away.
Eden was clearly too hypnotized by her dick to notice. “I-I’ll do whatever you want,” she breathed. “Do you like handjobs? I could give you a handjob. I prefer not to suck dick—”
Salome loved the mouthy ones—they were always so ready to give away their weaknesses. Without any further hesitation, she strode forward, grabbed Eden by the base of her skull, and shoved her cock down Eden’s throat.
Eden whined in protest. Her squirming and discomfort made Salome immediately hard. The inside of Eden’s throat constricted wonderfully as she gagged on the swelling intrusion. Foamy spittle forced itself out of the corners of her mouth. When she felt her reflux engage, Salome pulled out.
She watched dispassionately as Eden retched on the carpet. “Filthy, disgusting mortal pig,” she said.
Eden groaned. Salome lunged forward and snatched her by the neck, dragging her to her feet. “Did you forget where you were?” she hissed into the damned woman’s face. “You serve me now. Suck it.”
She forced Eden onto her knees and thrust into her mouth again. Her cock had hardened considerably, and she watched Eden’s throat bulge obscenely as she pushed all the way past her windpipe. The mortal was making incredible, panicked noises, seizing as she tried to cough and breathe at the same time and was unable to do either. Spittle dripped liberally from both sides of her overstretched mouth.
Salome leaned her head back, enjoying the feeling of the mortal’s squirming. She gripped the top of Eden’s head with both hands and thrust into her repeatedly, sighing.
When Eden’s gurgling reached a fever pitch, Salome pulled out and let her collapse on the ground. Eden vomited again, coughing uncontrollably. Drool was pouring from her mouth like water. Salome could practically see the stars in her eyes.
The mortal was having trouble sitting up again. Salome picked up the discarded chain and pulled it taut. Eden reached weakly for her throat as she was forced upright, only to drop her hands halfway through the effort.
“So little fight in you,” Salome remarked. “How disappointing.”
At this point, her cock was fully hard and twitching with hunger. She stroked it idly as she manipulated the chain, dragging Eden towards the center of the patio and onto her stomach. A line of drool followed her head like a set of footprints. She didn’t struggle, simply laying there and gurgling.
Salome laid the chain down so that it was within reach. Then she knelt and lifted Eden by her ass, letting the underside of her cock run along the damned woman’s back. She felt the involuntary shiver that ran through Eden as if it were her own skin.
Soon, it would be.
At this point, Eden was lying on her face with her ass in the air. The angle was awkward, but Salome knew that would only last for a few moments. Without anymore fanfare, she pushed, dry, into Eden’s rear entrance.
The mortal let out a low, painful moan. It quickly turned into ragged gasps as Salome began to thrust, slowly at first, but not for long. Soon she was thrusting up to the hilt, gripping Eden’s sides with both hands and feeling her guts pushing up against her skin.
“I’m numb,” Eden burbled. “It’s all numb back there…”
Salome’s cock was feeling a little numb, too. That was her cue. Now it was time for Eden’s eternal punishment to begin.
She straightened up, going from a stooped position to her full height, and lifting Eden off the ground in the process. She held the mortal up by her stomach, so her back was pressed against Salome’s front and her legs dangled in the air. It would be a nearly impossible position under normal circumstances, but the circumstances in Hell were always far from normal.
“Ugh… Can’t feel anything,” Eden babbled. “Aren’t I supposed to be in pain…? You’re supposed to make it painful…”
Salome removed one hand from Eden’s stomach and touched Eden’s leg. The mortal didn’t notice. She lifted her leg by the knee, bending it gently and then smoothing it out with her palm. It was a practiced gesture, and the leg obligingly gave up its physical form and warped, melting into a ball of flesh.
She put her hand back on Eden’s stomach and removed the opposite hand, performing the same gesture with the opposite leg.
“So full,” Eden whined. “I want to feel it…”
She quirked an eyebrow at the mortal, studying her. Eden’s head was lolled against Salome’s shoulder, completely out of it. Normally at this stage, the damned soul would be begging her to stop. Salome wondered if there wasn’t something wrong with this one.
With another hard thrust, Salome pushed herself up to the hilt a final time. The balls of flesh dropped down and fused with her testes. She felt a sudden, dizzying surge of hunger and adrenaline as her balls became ten times their normal size. She could practically feel the heave and sway of the cum inside. Eden was now a part of her body.
“Nnng…” Eden groaned, still out of it. “Heavy.”
Salome continued to ignore her, grinding rhythmically against Eden’s backside. It was a matter of seconds before the space between her crotch and Eden’s ass was no more. She ran her hands up Eden’s backside as it melded with her cock, feeling veins bulge out as the flesh blushed a light blue color. Now, instead of thrusting into Eden, Salome was simply gyrating her cock in the air. But instead of becoming less pleasurable, it was moreso—like with her testes, she experienced an expanding sensation as her cock became one with Eden’s body, growing to fantastical size. She let out a delighted groan.
The sound seemed to bring Eden out of her stupor. She lifted her head, blinking blearily. “Why aren’t you torturing me?” she said, in a whiny voice that might have been hilarious in the right context.
Eden looked down at herself. For a moment, she didn’t react. Then her eyes widened. “Wh…”
Salome stopped gyrating her hips and ran her hands further up Eden’s back, enjoying the sight and sensation as veins bulged along the paths of her hands. She braced herself, expecting Eden to struggle.
“I’m a cock,” she said, her voice hitching with hysteria on the last syllable. She reached down with one hand and gingerly touched the place where Salome’s supple cockflesh turned into the hardier skin of her stomach. The touch made Salome shiver, and she gripped Eden’s wrist firmly with one hand.
“I’m your cock?” Eden struggled to look up at her. “I-I’m turning into your penis!”
Salome expected this last line to be delivered in a desperate scream of horror—that was the way her victims usually reacted. Instead, Eden’s voice pitched up in a gasp, almost like she was excited. If Salome didn’t know any better, she would say that the damned soul was actually enjoying this development…
Salome froze. She leaned forward to better study Eden’s expression. The mortal had a stupid look of delight on her face, mouth hanging open in dumb pleasure. Salome felt a rush of sensations and looked down to see Eden furiously rubbing their flesh with her free hand.
Salome hissed in disgust, rearing away from her own cock. “Ugh. You’re some kind of degenerate.”
“I always wanted to be a beautiful woman’s dick,” Eden gasped. “Hell is too good to be true!”
Salome made another noise of revulsion. There must have been some sort of mistake. She was usually assigned mortals who were sent to Hell for sex crimes—usually men who did depraved things in their lifetimes. It was considered a suitable punishment to be forced into the shape of not only a penis, but a woman’s penis. She did absorb the odd female here and there, so Eden’s appearance hadn’t struck her as unusual… but her reaction was definitely all wrong. No one is ever supposed to enjoy themselves when receiving their eternal punishment.
The Judge must have made a mistake in their ledger, Salome mused. But she wasn’t going to be the one to tell them that—their wrath was legendary. And anyway, she was already halfway through absorbing the degenerate. So one damned soul got lucky. Worse things have happened. It was annoying to deal with, but it would be over soon.
Eager to finish up, Salome took the wrist she was holding and pressed it into the side of her cock. The flesh eagerly absorbed it, racing up Eden’s arm to her shoulder. What was once a limb was transformed into a thick, bulging vein.
Eden didn’t notice at first—until Salome grabbed her other hand, forcing her to stop rubbing them off. She turned her head a little, a confused gesture, and then realized her arm was gone. “Haha! O-Oh my god,” she heaved. “Do the other one!”
Salome had half a mind to refuse, but she didn’t want to draw this out any longer. She did her best to ignore Eden watching her while she pressed her arm into her side and smoothed it into another vein.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Eden said. “The feeling’s coming back. Oooh god, I can feel the blood pumping through me. M-My body is so stiff.” She put her head back and groaned, her movements noticeably stilted.
She wasn’t wrong: Salome was incredibly hard. It was impossible not to be, given the new, obscene size of her member. Counting Eden’s head, Salome’s cock was now only a little shorter than she was.
She continued to massage her hands up Eden’s back, the flesh turning tender and blue. Most of her was a penis now, with the exception of her chest, neck, and head. Salome ran her hands forward and cupped Eden’s breasts, rolling them in her hands.
Eden moaned, putting her tongue out. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please keep doing that.”
Salome grimaced in annoyance. She stopped and squeezed Eden’s breasts, hard, using all her strength.
Eden screamed in a mixture of surprise and pain. She got her breath back in a gasp. “Ow, ah, owww,” she whined. “You’re so mean.” She cut herself off with a frantic laugh. “But, like, that’s what demons are supposed to be, right? Fuck, this is amazing. I’m a demon cock!”
Salome did her best to ignore Eden’s babbling, wishing she had some way to shut her up. Then she realized in a flash that she did. The chain around Eden’s neck. She smiled with wicked satisfaction.
Salome picked up the chain in one hand, then reached forward and ran her fingers along Eden’s neck with the other. The flesh bubbled enticingly beneath her fingertips as her urethra merged with Eden’s throat.
Eden let out a choked gasp, her voice garbled. “Ooh, fuck. I can taste cum! I can—”
In one swift motion, Salome released Eden’s throat and yanked backwards on the chain. The chain constricted Eden’s throat just as the transformation took hold, causing Eden’s neck to balloon outwards and become part of the penis. Anyone with eyes could see how mercilessly tight the chain was, digging into the sensitive cockflesh. Salome watched as Eden’s face turned red and tears sprang to her eyes. To her annoyance, she saw that Eden was still agog with pleasure.
Wrapping the chain around her wrist to keep it tight, Salome lowered her hands and began pumping her cock with renewed haste. She didn’t bother trying to transform Eden’s face—the act of cumming would take care of that for her.
In spite of how annoying this was, Salome had to admit that she was deliciously aroused and hot all over. She had never had a victim who was also turned on by what she was doing—Eden’s pleasure magnified her own considerably. She could feel each vein in her enormous penis throbbing and pulsing in time with Eden’s breathing. The sensation became stiffer and more intense as Salome’s arousal reached its peak.
Finally, she felt her orgasm surging. She released the chain, not wanting to accidentally blue ball herself.
Eden sucked in a breath of air—which immediately turned into a garbled choking sound as a huge orb of precum spilled out of her mouth. “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” she panted, the pre dribbling down her lips. “Oh my god, I’m—” She was cut off by coughing as another load of pre came up. “I’m gonna cum! I’m a penis and I’m gonna cum!”
She might have said even more, but the orgasm erupted out of Salome before she could. A huge rope of cum shot straight out of Eden’s mouth, accompanied by a loud, grating moan. She sucked in half a ragged breath before the next stream shot out. By the third, her head had become more slender and her mouth no longer looked like a mouth. By the fourth, Salome couldn’t hear her making any more noises. Once Salome finished—one, two, three shots of cum later—Eden had been completely transformed into a penis. Around where Eden’s shoulders had been, the pale blue flesh transitioned to the pale pink flesh one might expect to see on a human. The cockhead was reddish-pink with arousal. Salome stroked her gently, smiling to herself as she admired her enormous new member and its blushing pink tip.
She lay down on the pillows as her cock went soft, appreciating the feeling of its weight on her legs. It would remain at this size for some time, but would go down again before her next victim. It always stayed a little larger each time, though. It was said that the demons with the biggest cocks had absorbed billions of mortals, far beyond the imagining of the average demon. Salome wondered how long it would take her to get there.
She rolled over, closing her eyes. While this had been pleasurable, she sincerely hoped the Judge didn’t make a mistake like that again. She wasn’t used to seeing a mortal enjoy themselves, and in a way it was far more perverse than anything else she had ever done. This was Hell, after all. There wasn’t supposed to be such a thing as enjoyment here.
At least it’s over now, she thought as she fell asleep.
Salome woke from a light sleep full of punch-drunk dreams in which she was fucking pretty succubus after pretty succubus. She blinked sleepily in the heat of Hell, letting her eyes fall closed again. She could already tell she had a morning wood. She stretched slowly, loving the feeling of tension releasing from her body.
Finally she sat up and admired the tent in her thin silk blanket. As usual after a meal, Salome’s cock had gradually shrunk over the course of the past several days. It was still a little larger than normal, but was nearly back down to a size that would be considered tolerable for the average human. Nearly.
It wasn’t uncommon for her to wake up hard during this time. The slow process of a demon’s penis dissolving a mortal’s soul didn’t bring her any overt pleasure, but it colored her days with subtle indications of it. Suddenly it was easier to notice the plump thighs of her fellow demons. Her body was warmer. Her breasts were heavier. Her mind was full of wet dreams.
In two days, she would be assigned another damned soul, and the process would begin again. The thought made the tent twitch. With a devilish smile, Salome threw off the blanket.
She might have screamed—if it was possible for a demon to feel horror. Instead she just gasped.
For the most part, her cock looked exactly as it should: pale blue blushing to pink at the head, and covered in thick veins. But halfway up her shaft, the body of her cock grew more slender and curved. There was a pair of tiny breasts, and two long arms attached to waifish shoulders. Where her cockhead should have been, there was instead the head and neck of her latest victim, Eden.
Eden was running her tiny hands over every bit of cockflesh she could reach. She paused and squeezed her breasts, rolling her eyes in pleasure and letting her head loll back. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed Salome looking at her.
“Aah… You caught me…” Eden gasped, blushing. “Sorry. I would have cum by now, but I just figured out how to edge myself tonight. U-Usually I’m so turned on that I can’t stay conscious for more than a minute. But this time…” She bobbed in the air as she tried to lean back, an impossible task when her entire body was rock hard. “Man, being your cock feels so good. Hey, since you’re up, will you jerk me off? Your hand is so big, it would feel amazing…”
While Eden was talking, Salome’s expression slowly descended from one of pure shock to pure anger. “You’ve done this before?” she snarled.
“Every night since you made me your cock,” she said, none too proudly. She blushed harder, the tender flesh on her face tightening with need. “A-Am I in trouble?”
“In trouble?” Salome roared. She might have wrung Eden’s neck, then, if only she wasn’t her own penis. “You’re supposed to be dead! When you become my cock, it’s permanent. You’re supposed to suffer for an eternity, sloshing around inside my balls. Damned souls don’t come back!”
Salome’s cock was practically burning with how hot Eden’s cheeks were. “Well… I guess… I… liked you too much to leave?”
Salome let out a groan of frustration. She swung out of the hammock she was lying in, not caring when her legs roughly jostled her balls and hard-on. “Every night?” she repeated, not bothering to look down and give Eden the dignity of eye contact.
“S-Sorry,” Eden confirmed. “I remember feeling like I was sleeping, like I was being pulled down into something deep and dark… and then I suddenly woke up and I was your cock again. I was going to wake you up that first night, but I was so big and hot…” Salome felt a shudder. “I started cumming, like, immediately. I guess when I’m sleeping I just look like a normal cock? And it’s only when I’m awake I have a face? That’s—”
“I, I, I!” Salome barked. “My cock is not yours. It’s mine.”
“Right, of course, sorry,” Eden panted. “I belong to you now.”
“Not anymore,” Salome said, reaching under the hammock and producing a penis cage. Now she looked down at Eden, who was looking between the cage and Salome with a mixture of fear and delight. "We’re going to the Priest. They’ll have you removed.”
Salome stood waiting in the entrance hall of the Temple, fidgeting and restless. Forcing the aroused Eden into the chastity cage had caused Salome a not inconsiderable deal of discomfort. But the pain was worth it to keep any of her fellow demons from seeing the loudmouth abomination that was her cock.
She adjusted and then readjusted the robe she was wearing, crossing her arms over her chest. This is such an embarrassment, she thought ruefully.
The Priest was as close to a doctor as any demon would ever see. It was customary to do a check-in with them every now and then, but this was rarely for something physical; the Priest also dealt in matters of the spirit. For a demon to have a physical ailment was highly unusual. It suggested that they were past their prime, and perhaps no longer fit to torture mortals.
I’m young! Salome thought to herself, feeling ashamed. I’ve only been doing this for a few thousand years. There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s this stupid degenerate mortal’s fault. I’m not made to consume souls who like it!
She could feel Eden squirming in the cage, gripping the bars with both hands.
An attendant imp waddled into the foyer. “Salome. The Priest will see you now.”
The Priest was a short, buxom omnibus with a chiseled, masculine face and tousled hair. They had russet red skin dappled with tiny white spots and large, spiraling horns. Their tail, unlike Salome’s, was thin and slender and ended in a heart-shaped point. They were wearing a sheer white slip that hugged every bit of their flesh and offered a tantalizing view of their huge areola and fat cock.
“I understand you have a private matter you wish to discuss with me,” they said matter-of-factly. “Is this to do with the spirit, or the flesh?”
“The flesh,” Salome said. She glanced around. They were in a private chamber in the back of the Temple, with a chaise lounge on the far wall and clean counters with drawers full of medical equipment next to the door. “What I share here is… confidential, yes?”
“Of course,” the Priest said. “Excepting major breaches of contract, which as you know, must be reported to the Judge.”
“Of course,” Salome agreed. She hesitated, thinking she should say something else, but then thought to Hell with it and dropped her robe.
The Priest watched with an expression of academic interest as Salome undid the lock on the chastity cage and carefully removed it. Eden flopped out, covered in a shiny sheen of sweat. Now that she was soft, her head was pointed straight at the ground. She reached for Salome’s thigh, trying to steady herself.
“Mm, I can’t see anything,” she whined. “Will you lift me up? I’ve never been awake when you’re soft before.”
The Priest did an impressive job of not reacting. They glanced at their clipboard. “Your next assignment is two days from now. So I take it this was the last one?”
Salome liked that they said it in past tense. “Yes. Eden Farthing.”
“And it’s been like this ever since?”
“Yes,” Salome said. And added hastily: “But I didn’t know until this morning. She was… cumming in my sleep.”
Saying it out loud made evident its perverseness. She had noticed the stains every morning, of course, but she had assumed it was because of her dreams. Demons were not meant to interact with mortals like this. Demons were made for torture. Salome shifted uncomfortably.
“Gross,” the Priest said, almost in agreement. They knelt between Salome’s legs, putting down the clipboard. “Tell me if you feel any tightness or discomfort.”
They began massaging Salome’s balls, gently at first, but then with added pressure. It didn’t hurt—it actually felt surprisingly nice—so Salome stayed quiet. They worked their way up her shaft, pressing harder than one normally would, and Salome felt herself getting hard.
“Ooh, you’re rough,” Eden said to the Priest as she started to stiffen up. “Keep going, I like it. Will you—mmmf! Mmph. Mmm…”
The Priest had cupped their hand over Eden’s head and was grinding their palm into her face. “It seems like it’s enjoying itself,” they observed in a dispassionate tone. Although they maintained a professionally neutral expression, Salome thought she saw their lip curl for a moment; a look of disgust.
“It’s a degenerate,” Salome sighed. She quickly explained to the Priest what she thought had happened: that the Judge had made an error in their recordkeeping and assigned her the wrong mortal. “I’m certain this is the problem,” Salome added. “There’s nothing wrong with me, it’s just this… freak.”
“Well, naturally,” the Priest said in a reassuring tone. “You’re a relatively young demon, and you don’t have any history of physical problems. What a scare this must have been for you.”
“Yes,” Salome said, feeling some relief at their words.
They wrote a few more things down on their clipboard. “I recommend a Purging Ritual. It’s an exercise that will result in a high-volume orgasm, which will literally drown the mortal out. I must warn you, it can be… intense.”
“Whatever it takes,” Salome said.
The Priest gestured to the lounge chair. Salome walked over and sat down, the position unfortunately putting Eden within her line of sight. She did her best to ignore the mortal touching herself while she watched the Priest at the opposite end of the room.
They took a syringe out of one of the drawers, filled it with a mixture of liquids, tapped it a few times, and then plunged it into their own cock.
“Wh-What are you going to do?” Eden called over, getting no audience from her mistress. “Don’t get me wrong, drowning in cum sounds kinda hot, but…”
The Priest turned and sauntered across the room, meeting Salome’s eyes. They completely ignored Eden. In the time it took them to walk from one end of the room to the other, their cock chubbed up considerably, straining dangerously against the delicate fabric of their slip.
“But it’s still drowning,” Eden said.
She was looking between the two demons in earnest. Salome decided to follow the Priest’s lead and continued ignoring her.
The Priest came to stop right in front of Salome, their chub sticking out between her legs. Salome leaned forward and shimmied the slip up their body until it came to rest just under their breasts. She didn’t miss the opportunity to gently squeeze their breasts before pulling away.
The Priest smiled primly, a brief look of approval before returning to their usual expression of neutral focus. They reached down with both hands and began massaging their cock, but Salome reached forward and touched their fingers. “Allow me,” she said.
They nodded and watched as Salome jerked them off. Salome moved slowly, trying to mimic the deep, rough movements the Priest had used on her earlier. She ran her hands up the shaft and then back down again, pressing in with her thumbs on the way up. The Priest’s expression didn’t change, but after a moment they closed their eyes and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Eden, meanwhile, had a front-row seat for the Priest’s cockhead. Salome was keenly aware of Eden’s growing stiffness as she watched the two demons work.
The Priest placed their hands over Salome’s. “That’s enough,” they said. “Warm yourself up for me, will you? Can you get rid of the arms?”
Salome nodded, although she was struck with the sudden frightening thought that she couldn’t anymore. She pushed it away and focused on Eden. Grabbing her by the shoulders, she worked her hands backwards in a massaging motion. She was both pleased and relieved to see Eden’s arms obligingly fuse with Salome’s flesh, instantly making her cock thicker and girthier.
Eden suppressed a giggle. “I’m just a cock with a mouth!” Salome might have overdone it—the only part of Eden that wasn’t a cock was her face, which was fused with Salome’s cockhead. The glans ended at Eden’s chin and forehead, framing her face in a way that looked strangely natural.
The Priest stepped closer, forcing Salome’s legs apart as she moved in between them. Their penises touched, and Salome felt the strange sensation of Eden dragging her lips along the Priest’s shaft. It didn’t take her long to escalate to licking. “Actually, I don’t even care that you guys are trying to get rid of me,” she said through a mouthful of cockflesh. “This is so crazy hot.”
After a few brief moments of this, the Priest pulled away. They put one steadying hand on Salome’s dick and the other on their own shaft. They looked up, meeting Salome’s gaze again. “Prepare yourself,” they said.
At its current state of soul digestion, Salome’s dick was bigger than the Priest’s. Salome knew from past visits that this was not normally the case; the Priest’s member was impressively large, even while flaccid. Salome had never had occasion to visit them while her cock was enlarged, and she felt a little sheepish at being the bigger one here.
It was to her great surprise, then, when the Priest carefully lined up their cockheads and shoved their tip into Eden’s mouth.
Eden let out a muffled sound of surprise, cheeks bulging as she tried to work her lips around the Priest’s puffy glans. The Priest frotted into her mouth a few times before pulling away, a long line of spit following their cockhead. Eden followed the line with her eyes, looking hypnotized.
Salome let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The shock and pressure of the Priest penetrating her cock was immense. Not to mention, her urethra was fused with Eden’s throat; each time Eden swallowed or stretched her tongue, the sensations traveled along the length of Salome’s shaft. She felt weak in the knees and was glad to be sitting down.
“I did warn you it would be intense,” the Priest said, watching her expression.
Salome nodded. “Keep going.”
Eden opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and said, “Aaah.” This time the Priest did not bother to hide their emotions and glared at Eden with a look of open disgust. They put one hand firmly on her forehead to steady her, and then thrust hard into Eden’s waiting maw.
Eden choked immediately as the cock pushed past where her throat should have been and into Salome’s urethra proper. Salome felt her urethra stretching to make way for the intrusion, and the sensation made her jaw drop. At the same time, Eden’s choking grew worse. She began swallowing profusely, struggling not to gag. Each swallow sent a wave of tension through Salome’s member, until it felt like her whole body was rippling.
Salome surprised herself by moaning at the top of her lungs. She clapped her hand over her mouth, embarrassed.
The Priest leaned forward, pushing their dick further inside in the process. They removed Salome’s hand from her face and cupped it with their own hand. “Don’t feel ashamed. This is my job. Relax and enjoy yourself.”
“I prefer to… maintain a level of professionalism…” Salome gasped between breaths.
They brought their face closer to Salome’s. Eden let out a gurgling moan as their cock slid even further in. “I am your doctor,” they whispered to Salome, “and this is my prescription. Relax.”
The words were like a magic trick. Salome melted into the chaise, her eyelids fluttering as she felt the Priest’s cock slide yet further down her shaft. Time melted away as the Priest thrust steadily, laying kisses along Salome’s jaw and neck all the while. She gasped with each thrust, a breathy, keening sound.
Salome reached under the Priest’s slip and began gently massaging their fat breasts. She could hardly fit each one in her hand. The only sounds in the room were Salome’s ragged breathing and the guttural, choking and swallowing sounds coming from deep inside Eden.
Her pleasure would rise, crest, drop, and then rise again. Her body wouldn’t let her cum with the Priest’s cock in the way. Lost in the dreamy sea of near-orgasm after near-orgasm, she barely even noticed when the Priest buried her cock all the way up to the hilt. She could feel Eden licking frantically at the Priest’s balls.
“Relax, relax,” they cooed, stroking Salome’s hair. They let out a shuddering breath—and that was the only warning before they came.
Salome felt the inside of her cock bloom with surging heat. She let out another moan as that heat then washed into her balls, flooding them with warm semen. She squirmed in the chaise, drowning in enormous pleasure but desperate to cum herself. But the Priest didn’t pull out. The flood of cum just kept coming.
Salome could feel the pressure in her balls and looked down to see that they were swelling. Her sack was already spilling over the edge of the chaise. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, and when she looked again, her balls were pressing against the Priest’s knees. They were bigger than watermelons.
“Aah… Ah… Oh,” Salome gasped, without words. She couldn’t figure out if she should ask the Priest to stop or continue forever.
In the end, the flow of cum abated and Salome’s balls stopped swelling. They were so heavy, she thought they might drag her off the chaise—if not for the Priest’s cock holding her up.
The Priest had both hands on Salome’s penis and was rubbing it gently. “I’m going to pull out now,” the Priest said. “It’s going to feel intense again. Then, when you’re ready, we’ll make you cum. Okay?”
Salome nodded. She could feel the sweat on her face. She watched in rapt fascination as the Priest slowly pulled out, their cock shiny and slick with cum and saliva. Eden gagged and shuddered with each movement the Priest made; and when their cock finally popped free, Eden struggled to draw a breath, coughing up huge bubbles of spit.
Salome couldn’t waste time focusing on her—the sensations going through the rest of her body were too demanding. Her urethra was still stretched out from the Priest fucking it open, and Salome could feel the cold air traveling all the way down her shaft each time Eden tried to breathe. She had never felt this sensitive before. The very air on her skin was making her tremble.
“Ah… Ah…” she breathed out, trying to communicate to the Priest that it was, indeed, intense.
The Priest gave her another one of those prim smiles, and a primal urge in Salome told her to bend them over and fuck them herself. She resisted it. “Are you ready for me to touch you now?” the Priest said.
Salome nodded.
The Priest knelt and began running their hands all over Salome’s throbbing cock. They leaned onto Salome’s oversized testes as they did so, adding a new pressure that made Salome groan with pleasure. After a moment they added their mouth; biting, kissing, and sucking.
Eden, meanwhile, had finally cleared her throat enough to speak again. She started by groaning raggedly. “Oh, god, it just doesn’t end. This is… indescribable. I feel so…” She trailed off, looking down. “Oh my god. Are those our balls? Oh fuck, that’s what I was feeling earlier. Fuck. If I cum like this, I’m gonna…”
“That’s rather the idea,” the Priest said darkly. It was the one and only time they acknowledged anything Eden said.
“Oh man. Oh man…” she fretted, panting. “What do I do? I wanna cum so fucking bad…”
Salome was lost in a sea of the Priest’s calculated ministrations. Each massaging movement they made was somehow more delicious than the last. Salome had practically forgotten that Eden ever existed.
She was so overstimulated that there was no building sensation to her orgasm. She was given only a few seconds’ warning. “Priest… ah… ahhh…” She squirmed on the chaise again as the orgasm stabbed through her wide-open cockhole.
“Oh g—” Eden choked. And then the cum was shooting out of her in uneven ropes, splattering the ground like spilled paint. Eden managed a few ragged breaths between shots, but the sound of her gasping quickly grew more garbled and watery as the orgasm continued. After a few moments, it looked like she was foaming at the mouth with how much cum was pouring out of her. Each jerk of Salome’s cock seemed to push her glans further and further over Eden’s face—until finally, Eden’s face was gone, and Salome’s cock was back to its usual blue-and-pink self.
Salome hardly noticed any of this. She was too busy surviving the deluge of pleasure that hit her body along with each rope of cum hitting the ground. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. She felt her balls shrinking and growing lighter, but it seemed to happen at an agonizingly slow pace. She was caught between pleasure and torture, twitching atop the chaise lounge.
The Priest, sensing this, came around the side of the couch and laid their hands over Salome’s shoulders, stroking her skin soothingly.
Finally, somehow, she ran out of cum to pump out of her body. Her cock, twitching and spent, began to droop as the last bits of cum dribbled from its head. Salome was breathing hard, her chest heaving. She just lay there, staring at the thick pool of cum on the ground and gathering her wits.
“How do you feel?” The Priest said at length.
“Empty,” Salome said, and then laughed weakly.
“That looks to have sorted the problem,” they nodded in agreement, looking at Salome’s penis.
Salome lifted her head to look down. Only now did she properly register Eden’s absence. Relief settled over her as she realized this unsettling problem had been fixed with a relatively easy solution. And not to mention an enjoyable one.
“Take it easy for the next few days, and I imagine you’ll be in perfect condition for your next assignment,” the Priest assured her. They knelt and placed a gentle kiss on her cheekbone. “And thank you for being such a good patient.”
Taking the Priest’s advice to heart, Salome returned to her hammock on the hill and lay down to recover. She closed her eyes, smiling, and was just about to doze off when she felt something moving over her thighs. She looked down and her stomach fell in dread.
Eden was back.
“That felt soooo good,” she said happily. “Do you think the Priest would let us do it again?”
Legends of Belial → Transformation Stories → Eden Goes to Hell - by Fishteller
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