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Body-a-Day #1: Smoke

There existed a certain forbidden ritual allowed mortals to open up a portal to Hell and use its unholy flames to burn one particular target. The flames of Hell were unique, being much harder to douse than a normal inferno. This quality assured the caster that their target would be eliminated. But opening up a portal to Hell was a price that nobody could pay the cost.

On a certain day in a certain city, a particularly bold businessman who happened to be an amateur mage had used such a ritual to set the home of a rival co-worker ablaze. While the home itself had been miraculously empty at the time, firefighters still struggled to combat the otherworldly fire. After a horrifying hour of hard work and exhaustion with little progress made, the flames almost seemed to… give up.

While some believed that a miracle had happened, it couldn’t be further from the truth. A demon, Asmodeus, had slipped through the crack between the realms and commanded the flames to surrender. He needed the firefighters to end it quickly and raise any suspicion.

With the flames finally put out, a few firefighters inspected the razed remains of the home to see what could be salvaged. One of them, a volunteer by the name of Hank Sutherland, walked just the tiniest bit away from his fellow firefighters. Asmodeus had his target, now he just needed to take him.

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A cold chill ran up Hank’s spine as he looked around. It felt as though something was watching him. Nervous, he called out, “H-Hello…?” Yet his only response was a column of smoke rising from beneath the burst wreckage and forcing itself into his mouth. “MMRGH! MMM…!” Hank gasped and choked as the demon flowed inside of him, filling his lungs and effectively silencing his cries from the ears of the other firefighters.

Strength failing, Hank fell backwards as the last of Asmodeus’ smoky essence filled his body. He groaned and writhed on the ashy floor before his eyes turned the same shady of darkened gray as Asmodeus. Then, his body grew stiff and he fell unconscious.

Hank awoke to an unfamiliar white ceiling and several cables attached to him. Cleared from duty for the rest of the week to rest, Hank eventually made his way back to his apartment. As soon as front door shut, Asmodeus groaned and cracked his neck. He let out a guttural groan as he adjusted himself properly inside his new flesh—as though he was stretching out a new pair of shoes.

Hands ran up against the man chest and stomach as the new Hank moaned as he experienced the pleasures of the flesh. He walked over to the bathroom with a swagger than the real Hank never had.

“Now then,” he said to his own reflection. “Let’s find the mortal who summoned me here. I haven’t eaten a soul in what feels like centuries.” Hank bellowed in laughter as a new playground was now in his grasp.

Body-a-Day #3: Blood

Daryl let out a moan as his date bit him in the neck. “Sh-Shit, you’re one horny motherfucker…!” he said through gritted teeth. “W-Wait, what’re you doing? Y-You’re, ah!” He let out another gasp as he felt his date, Enzo, pierce the skin. “Wh-What the fuck?! I-I can’t move!” All Daryl could do was struggle and mildly shift as he tried to escape Enzo’s tight grip.

Enzo briefly pulled back, licking the trail of blood that flowed from Daryl’s open wound. “That vampire hunter’s been getting in my way,” he whispered into Daryl’s ear. His hot breath made shivers go down Daryl’s spine. Even in such a terrifying position, Daryl couldn’t help but feel his cock still grow still in the confines of his boxers.

“Oh?” Enzo stuffed a hand down Daryl’s jeans and gripped his dick. “So this is turning you on?”

Blushing, Daryl said, “Sh-Shut up, freak! You’re insane.”

Enzo just chuckled and sank his teeth back into Daryl’s hot flesh. Daryl had donated plasma before coming out of the closet, so he knew the sensation of getting his blood drawn. However, this was on another intensity. He became lightheaded and his chest grew tight.

Enzo pulled away and let out a satisfied sigh. “Ahh… he lost. Thankfully a fool like you agreed to meet up. All I needed was a phone from some poor fool that became my meal.” Daryl’s heart began to race. His original date was dead? Eaten?! “Oh, don’t worry,” cooed Enzo as he caressed Daryl’s trembling cheek. “I was on the brink of death at the time. And your fear is just so adorable that I would never eat you. But… I do need a hideout of a while.”

“Hideout…?” squeaked Daryl.

Enzo smirked. “Hold still. I don’t want you to risk hurting that cute face of yours.” Enzo’s body began to melt and turn into a pile of red blood. Daryl, freed from the grip, tried to crawl away. However, as he stood from the bed, his legs gave out due to a dizzy spell.

Daryl cursed the anemia. How much blood had the vampire drained?

“Ah…! N-No!” The sentient blood began to pour into the two tiny wounds on his neck. Daryl could only weakly kick and convulse as Enzo’s essence filled him up. His body shook and even expanded a little—become the tiniest bit thicker as Enzo made his new home.

Although Daryl was terrified, he couldn’t help but feel arousal as Enzo penetrated him. “I-I’m gonna cum… please stop!” He humped the carpeted floor of his apartment as he last of the blood slipped inside. The feeling of Enzo flowing in his body and taking it over was far too erotic for Daryl. He was going crazy. And yet...

“You mustn’t. That climax is mine, my puppet.” Daryl’s pupils dilated as Enzo’s voice echoed in his skull. Although he tried to ignore it, he found himself in the edge of a climax, he couldn’t cum. With the limited control over himself he had left, Daryl peeled off his boxers and stroked his cock, but he couldn’t ejaculated. “Ah! S-Stop, stop! Lemme cum, please please…!” he begged.

“Will you submit? Do you recognize me as your master?” said Enzo’s smug voice. Daryl hesitated, but deep in the throes of an endless edging session, he could barely even think.

Convulsing in madness, Daryl just cried out, “Yes! Yes, I’ll be yours! I’ll be your cum dumpster, your body, anything, master! Just please—OH! Oh fuck, oh fuck, OHHHH!” Daryl flipped over on his back and humped the air as he had the largest climax of his life. Some of his shots even reached up to the ceiling as relief washed over his body. “I-I’m… I’m yours…” was the last thing he said through sweaty pants before falling unconscious.

Enzo arose in his new body. Though he was a powerful vampire, he still felt the exhaustion that came from such an experience. “Still, this is nice,” he said, still panting and sweaty. Standing up, Daryl’s remaining clothes slipped from his body, he made his way over to the bathroom and washed up.

“The night is all mine,” the vampire said to himself, enjoying seeing his body’s reflection in the mirror. It had been centuries since Enzo had seen his own reflection, so he took a small joy in seeing the one from bodies he borrowed. He flexed in some of Daryl’s new boxers and socks, laughing to himself as he felt new vitality flowing through him. Enzo had made such a good choice with this host.

“Now then, let’s find that vampire hunter.”