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A Demonic College Christmas

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for John_doe12346

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WARNING: This story contains: demon, transformation, goat, hyena-King Cobra hybrid, wolf, corruption, musk, hyper cock, excessive cum, cum inflation, dual cocks, double penetration, anal sex, oral sex, masturbation, M/M, M/M/M and more. If you are not 18, nothing here interests you or squicks you out, then you better go find something else to read. Otherwise, enjoy!

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December 23. A couple days before Christmas, and returning home to see family and enjoy a two week break from college and work, a holiday to remember.

Except not this year for Frankie.

"A snow storm? In North Carolina? Fucking hell!" Frankie exclaimed, looking out the window at the large fluffy flakes of snow mixed with freezing rain. It may not have been a snow storm like you would have seen further north, but the mixture of heavy, wet, slushy sleet falling from the sky, and the precipitation in the air that was just cold enough to be snow when falling, before melting when it touched the warmer ground, and then freezing into ice had practically shut down everything. If the meteorologists on the news were to be believed as well, then it could be four or five days of weather like this too. After an inordinate number of fender benders and cars in the ditch, the roads had been closed since no one in the state had any idea how to drive in these conditions. The local airport had canceled all flights for days, including the one that would have taken him back home to Texas for the Christmas break.

Frankie continued grumbling to himself, tugging on his sweater to pull it closer to his stocky body to try to keep the warmth close to him. Another problem with such a storm in a region that didn't normally have such weather was the lack of central heating in any buildings, especially older buildings like the small college campus he was now stuck on. The dorm building especially was downright frigid, as it was designed to keep things cool during the warmer months of year. Space heaters weren't a thing that was usually sold in this part of North Carolina, and what few there were in the hardware stores had long since been sold out.

"If I wanted snow, I would have gone to Minnesota," Frankie continued to complain, glaring out the window of the common room. His sweater slid up over his stomach as he shuffled around to try to keep warm. Finding clothes was a pain in the ass, being a combination of 6'3", broad shouldered and otherwise big. Might not have helped that the campus store didn't have the XXL size he normally would get to cover his body, and other stores in the small college town weren't much more of a help. His fondness for tight clothes to show off his body and size was really coming back to bite him now. He pulled down on the sweater again, sighing. "I'm from a damn desert, not Canada. I shouldn't have to deal with this ice and snow shit."

"That's climate change for ya," Stephen said from a nearby chair, casually playing a game on his handheld console, wrapped up in a blanket. Stephen was just an inch under six feet tall, but was pretty muscular, with big biceps and a rounded chest that he showed off with sleeveless t-shirts most of the time, and thick thighs that made it that much easier to run around when playing football for the college. Or flaunt his bubble butt for those that swung toward the same gender in sex.

"Besides, shouldn't that furry body of yours help keep ya warm?" Stephen asked with a smirk.

Frankie snorted, scratching at his arm where the sweater and his body hair collided. "I wish. Thick enough to be a pain, but not enough to actually keep me warm."

"Well, sucks to be you then," Stephen replied, brushing a lock of his own dirty blonde hair from his eyes, before returning to his video game.

From below, Frankie could see a single figure moving around, a man in an old and worn brown trench coat, and a dirty, misshapen hat from years of use. It was the Caretaker of the college grounds. No one knew who his real name was, only that he was old, he was here when they started, and he was here when they left: maintaining flower beds, raking leaves, trimming trees and, now, cleaning sidewalks in the snow and slush.

Frankie watched the Caretaker slowly clear the sidewalks along the path for a few minutes since he had nothing else to do. But eventually the tall college student turned around, grumbling. "Should have left a couple of days ago after classes were done. But, nope, decided that I had to work on that project for after the holiday break." He finally turned away from the window, flopping onto a couch, pulling out his phone and complaining some more to his few followers on social media.

The dorms were pretty quiet, as the vast majority of the students that lived on campus had left earlier, leaving Frankie, Stephen and just a small handful more left. Most of them were exchange students from Asia or Europe, who wouldn't have left anyway. In the corner, the TV was on for a hockey game but that didn't interest Frankie at all, and only a few students were even watching it. Someone else was cooking, but otherwise it was dead quiet. Except for the TV and the handful of other dorm residents, the only sound was that of sleet on the windows, and the howling of the icy wind outside.

"Hey, it's not all bad," Stephen said. "You can relax a bit, play video games. Or, you know, whatever it is that you do to relax." He continued tapping away on his game. "Working out or whatever."

Frankie sighed. "I was looking forward to seeing the family though," he replied. "I didn't realize just how homesick I was going to get coming all the way out here for college."

"I hear ya," Stephen said, waggling the controller back and forth, as if banking in the right direction would help him turn that much sharper on the screen. "The weather is supposed to clear after Christmas though. Maybe you can get back for New Years?"

"Maybe," Frankie sighed. "Pretty close to the start of the next term though. And the flights would be pretty damn expensive now."

They sat in silence for a while, before Frankie finally stood up and stretched. His sweater once again rode up over his stomach, and he was forced to pull it down. "Well, I'm going to go do... something, I guess," Frankie said, walking out of the common room.

"Well, whatever it is, I hope you enjoy it," Stephen replied, still engrossed in his game.

Frankie had no idea what he was going to do though, so it was hard to tell if he would or not...

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The snow had stopped falling and the wind had died down by the mid-afternoon. It was still dark and grey, and the heavens threatened to unleash at the slightest provocation.

Frankie had been cooped up in his dorm room for so long watching videos online and aimlessly scrolling through social media that he had to get out, even if it was freezing cold. He found a jacket in his closet that, along with a turtleneck he forgot he had and the same slightly too small sweater he was wearing before, would provide enough warmth to allow him to at least go for a walk, grab a bite to eat from the cafeteria, then just wander aimlessly.

The sidewalks were a bit slippery, but not as bad as they could have been. The Caretaker had found some sidewalk salt (somehow and somewhere: who would even have that this far south?) and had sprinkled it on the main pathways to make it easier to walk around.

Everything was white and grey. The hibernating trees had layers of ice on every branch that weighed them down, creaking and groaning under the added strain that they were never used to having before. The buildings on campus had naturally frosted windows and white painted roofs from the snow. Since it was hovering right around the freezing mark, sometimes the weight of the melting snow would be enough to cause a mini avalanche, tumbling off the roof and onto the ground below.

Frankie shuddered and shivered. Growing up in Texas, snow was a thing you saw on TV during Christmas specials and on nature shows in Canada or the Rockies, not something he would actually experience personally. People in those areas would laugh at his discomfort, saying that's nothing, then talk about blizzards that would dump several feet of snow in a few hours, and four day blizzards rolling in every three days.

"Well I'd like to see them deal with hurricanes and heat waves," Frankie grumbled, shuddering and shivering.

The cafeteria in the main hall only had a small staff and a reduced menu, enough to feed a few dozen students during the winter break. They had burgers though, promised to be hot from the grill, along with french fries and coffee, enough to keep him warm for a little bit at least.

Normally Frankie would sit at a big table with friends he had made, chatting and laughing and otherwise enjoying breaks between classes. But, except for Stephen, they were all gone for the holidays, so it was just himself at the big round table that normally would seat eight or more.

The oppressive silence of the dining hall was too much for Frankie. He quickly stood up, knocking his chair over and nearly dumping his tray in his rush to leave, but he managed to escape before the crushing boredom and quiet got to him. He then found himself wandering the halls of the college building.

It was a small faculty and campus, founded in the aftermath of the Civil War by a wealthy colonel in the Union Army originally from North Carolina who wanted to use the college as a way to educate his fellow citizens to prepare them for the future, with a well funded and lavish athletics department. But in time it became an inexpensive place for first time or foreign students to get a degree, which was why Frankie was here, studying with the help of a wrestling scholarship.

Most of the buildings were old, with red and yellow brick facades and stone walls, well waged from time and elements, that wouldn't look out of place in some Victorian era period drama (a couple movies had actually been filmed here). The classrooms and lecture halls were mostly old fashioned wooden benches and desks, still stained with ink from fountain pens and scratched with pen knives of an era gone by. The only acquiescence to modernity was some computers and projectors set up, carefully set up to avoid damaging the plaster covered walls and ornately designed tin ceiling tiles. A few more modern buildings, such as the dorm rooms he lived in now and a brand new gymnasium and athletics center were also on campus, but they were set behind trees and bushes, as if to hide the present from the past.

"Just a bunch of old, drafty buildings," Frankie mumbled, shivered as he aimlessly walked through the halls of the main campus building. He was taking a class on History, but only because it was a humanities requirement for his Sports Management degree.

Eventually even wandering the halls of the old building started to wear thin, so he plunged back out the nearest exit and back into the cold.

The grey afternoon was becoming darker as the hidden sun set. Lamp posts along the pathways around campus were flickering on as Frankie took a path back toward the dorms, though he had little to no idea what he was actually going to do when he got back there.

"Should have fucking left last week," Frankie grumbled, kicking at a pebble that skipped along the sidewalk and then careened into the old trees that lined the sidewalk. He was on a different end of the campus than usual thanks to his aimless earlier wanderings. Tall, leafless and ice covered trees of a small forest to his right.

When he first came here, he had only walked along this path a couple of times to get a sense of the campus layout, but there wasn't much of anything up here then. But now with the foliage cleared away and a white backdrop, Frankie could see a building tucked back into the trees. It wasn't overly big, and normally well hidden.

"Interesting," Frankie said, peering through the trees. "Never saw that before."

It was a brick house much like anything else on campus, just smaller, more like a small home than a lecture hall. A small dirt path led toward the house just a few steps away from where Frankie stood, as if beckoning him...

"Eh, why not," Frankie said. "Not like I have anything else to do."

He stepped off the cleared sidewalk and headed down the path toward the small hut, twigs cracking and leaves rustling, slipping on the icy path, until he finally arrived at the front door.

The building looked to be abandoned: the bricks were old and dirty, with dead vines creeping along the side, trying to swallow the building whole. The shingles on the roof were old and missing in several places The glass window panes were dirty and some were cracked, making it hard to look inside. The wooden door looked old and rotten. In all, it looked like any rundown, abandoned, haunted house that Frankie had ever seen.

"No one has ever told me this existed," Frankie muttered to himself, shivering in the cold. Or at least, that's what he told himself. He wasn't scared! Just... you know, cold.

He pushed open the door, the rusty hinges creaking and groaning loud enough to make Frankie jump in shock, heart racing.

"Fucking hell," Frankie groaned to himself, taking some deep breaths to calm himself down. Gathering his courage, Frankie once again pushed open the door, and slipped inside.

It was dark and musty and damp inside. Frankie pulled out his cellphone to provide a handy flashlight, and looked around with its aid.

The floorboards creaked and groaned as Frankie nervously walked into the entrance hallway. It seemed like any home from a hundred years ago, just massively aged and degraded. Dust was everywhere, as were cobwebs. The wallpaper was peeling and gone in spots, exposing cracked plaster and wooden beams. In one door was an old-fashioned lounge or sitting room, with couches that hadn't been used in ages, books shelves full of ancient tomes, an old piano in the corner and a fireplace that provided no light nor heat. Opposite the lounge was a dining room, with a long table still set for a meal that would have taken place a long time ago, but never did.

But there was an ever-present smell that made Frankie wince. The strong scent, of ash and smoke, sulfur and brimstone, hit him like a tidal wave, nearly knocking him off his feet as he walked deeper and deeper into the house. But there was another smell, even stronger than that of hell, that filled his nostrils. He just had no idea what it was.

One thing he did notice was the lack of mirrors or paintings that he thought these houses would have been filled with. In fact, the few frames he did see had been smashed or destroyed, just empty holes were something would have once been.

"Fuck, what the hell is this place?" Frankie asked no one out loud.

"It's my home," a deep, gravely voice said behind Frankie, making him jump and nearly scream. He spun around, to see the Caretaker, arms crossed, standing in the doorway. The brown trench coat was still closed tight around him, and the hat was on his head, hiding most of his face. However, Frankie could see the Caretaker's eyes: they flashed brightly in the dimness, and were steely cold, boring right into Frankie's soul.

"And I believe you are trespassing on my property." The door behind him suddenly slammed shut, as if a breeze had caught it. But there wasn't one.

"What? Bullshit. This place is empty! No one has been here for a hundred years," Frankie exclaimed, exuding an aura of false bravado.

The old man snorted, before snapping a finger. In an instant, every light switched on, every speck of dust was vanquished, and an oppressive heat suddenly hit Frankie, banishing the cold he once felt.

"There, happy now?" The Caretaker asked. "But you are still trespassing. And I think you will have to pay for your transgressions."

"How was I supposed to know some fucking wizard lived here?" Frankie exclaimed, slowly walking backwards down the hallway, his bravado barely masking his terror.

"Wizard?" The Caretaker asked, before letting out a chuckle that soon turned into a deep, maniacal, otherworldly laugh. "Oh, I'm a whole lot worse than that."

Before Frankie could say anything, the Caretaker suddenly shuddered and twitched, hunching over. The hat fell off his head to reveal two ebony black, goat like horns, which started growing longer and longer.

Frankie screamed as he saw the Caretaker's face shift and morph, the nose and mouth jutting out into a tapered muzzle. The wrinkled skin started growing a mixture of silvery-white and pitch-black hair that quickly covered his whole face. The pattern started looking more like a skull than a man.

Frankie turned and ran down the hallway, coming up to a staircase that led up to the second floor. With nowhere else to go, he quickly mounted and sprinted up the stairs.

But in a flash and puff of black smoke, suddenly the Caretaker was in front of Frankie on the upstairs landing. The trench coat had vanished, showing off a thick and muscular body covered in the same white and black hair.

"Now where do you think you are going?" the Caretaker snarled in a voice that echoed through the whole building, which now seemed to take on a reddish haze and glow. "You think you can just come in uninvited and escape without any consequences?"

Frankie tripped and fell, landing on the last step a few inches from the Caretaker's feet, which had turned into thick, black, cloven hooves. The bones in his legs snapped and cracked, reforming into an animalistic ungulate style leg, forcing the Caretaker to widen his stance to ensure he didn't fall.

Which gave Frankie the opportunity to run back down the stairs and make it to the front door and out of his place.

Frankie was breathing heavily now: the heat and terror and running was starting to wear him down. But he was so close to getting out of this place...

When something cold and metal suddenly wrapped around both of his legs.

"Naughty boy," the Caretaker bellowed. "Thinking you can get away that easily from your comeuppance? Now get back here!"

Frankie glanced down in time to see old, rusty chains wrapping around his ankles, before they were suddenly yanked backwards, making the muscular jock fall to the floor with a crash and a bang.

Shocked, disoriented and still freaking out, Frankie tried to climb back up, to reach the door handle that was just so close, just within his grasp. But the chains around his ankles began to pull him backwards, back toward the monster that Frankie had been trying to escape.

Frankie rolled over, to see the Caretaker now fully transformed. No longer was he just a strangely dressed old man: now he was a ten-foot-tall part goat, part demon, with blazing bright yellow with black, rectangular pupils that made him seem otherworldly and alien. Every inch of his body was covered in the white and black fur, creating a pattern that instantly filled Frankie with fear.

But the most noticeable feature of the transformed Caretaker was the massive cock on his groin. The four-foot-long dick was rock hard, thicker than a telephone pole, and looked like a horse cock, with a flared tip and bulging medial ring halfway up the shaft. Two basketball sized testes hung low, nearly to his knees, churning and sloshing with who knew how much demonic seed.

"You have violated my home," the Caretaker rumbled, his voice like that of a creature from hell. "For this, you shall be punished!" He yanked on the chains again, but this time they magically pulled Frankie upwards, as if on an invisible pulley, so he was hanging upside down in front of the demonic Caretaker. He gave a grin, his muzzle filled with razor sharp fangs that could tear anything apart.

"No, please don't kill me," Frankie whimpered. "I...I... I will do anything you want!"

The Caretaker paused for a moment, looking over the upside-down Frankie, as if judging a hunk of meat in a butcher shop window.

"Hmmm... maybe I have a use for you," the demon finally said. "I am in need of a new servant."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah! I-I will serve you," Frankie readily agreed.

The demon let go of the magical chains, dropping Frankie to the floor. Frankie got onto his hands and knees, and looked up toward the demon.

The Caretaker pushed his passive black pillar of cock into Frankie's face. The musk wafting off the demon's privates was remarkably intoxicating, a miasma that settled on Frankie's mind.

"Get to work then, if you want to get out of my home in one piece."

There was a moment of trepidation in Frankie's actions. He had been questioning his sexuality even before he came to university, after a lifetime of living in a conservative home. But he had a couple flings with both genders since he arrived, and enjoyed the male companionship a bit more than female. Though that could be down simply to Stephen, the football player next door to his dorm: he could give head and take cock like no one else could, and was perfectly willing to help a virgin like Frankie explore his buddy homosexuality.

But, fuck, this demon was massive! Like... his dick was way too big! There was no way that would fit anywhere! It wasn't going to go in Frankie's uninitiated ass, that was for sure. And how could you wrap your lips around that flare?

But if it was trying to get this monster off or dying, or worse, then there was only one option. The intoxicating, aphrodisiac musk only further convinced him.

Frankie grabbed hold of either side of the gargantuan horsecock, and began to stroke the veiny length from the medial ring to the flared tip, and back down again, developing a slow and steady rhythm.

Taking a deep breath, Frankie then pushed his face against the gaping cumslit on the head of the cock, and nervously pushed his tongue in, licking at the hole in front of him.

Frankie was rewarded with a gush of hot, salty, sticky precum, splattering over his face and hair. The taste of the clear pre was amazing, an addicting nectar, and only convinced him to keep going.

Soon he was greedily licking and sucking the Caretaker's urethra, swallowing every drop of pre that escaped from the tip of his cock and down Frankie's throat, while his hands rubbed and stroked the fat dick, trying to coax and encourage more of the clear pre out and into his mouth.

The demon snorted as his loins stirred, his balls churned, and his orgasm inched closer and closer thanks to the hand and mouth of the prospective human servant. It had been a long time since he last had such a willing disciple: usually he had to coerce them more forcefully.

But this young man would do just nicely.

Frankie's arms grew sore and tired, his tongue numb from the warmth and workout to make out with the demonic cock. But he dared not stop. Not until...

The demon let out a grunt, and the cock began to flex and throb even harder, and the flare at the end expanded even larger, until finally Frankie's world turned white with a firehose blast of cum directly into his face.

The Caretaker's hips jerked unconsciously as he pumped out all the seed he could onto Frankie's face, coating the jock head to foot in his corrupted demonic semen. Frankie tried to swallow as much of it as he could, but there was too much, and soon he had to pull away, coughing and trying to breath.

Frankie's own unattended cock, this whole time trapped in his pants, finally shot its seed as well, soaking the inside of his pants in his own cum. But it was just a drop in the bucket compared to the Caretaker's own mighty load. It was quite daunting, humiliating even... but Frankie didn't care. He saved his skin... hopefully.

"Hmmm, you have the enthusiasm," the demon rumbled as his orgasm died down, before grabbing hold of his still rock-hard cock, and wiping the cum into Frankie's hair. "You would be a very useful servant to me."

"T-thank you..." Frankie panted, feeling very tired all of a sudden. He tried to stand on his feet, but stumbled and fell into the puddle of cum on the floor.

"You have satisfied your end of the bargain. You shall live and be able to leave this place," the demon said. "But know this: you belong to me. You are my servant now. You will be changed to suit my needs. And you will do my bidding. Understand?"

"I... I understand," Frankie yawned, exhaustion laying on his shoulders as he struggled to stay awake, before falling into the puddle, eyes closed, snoring.

"Call it a curse, or a blessing, I don't care," the demon rumbled. "But you are now mine."

Frankie sat up with a start, eyes blinking rapidly as he looked around the room.

The sun was only just starting to filter through the window of his tiny dorm room, just big enough to have a bed, a closet, a desk and chair, and a couple other personal belongings. Dirty clothes that he had been procrastinating dealing with were piled up in the corner, and a stack of pizza boxes from a few too many cheat days were hiding in another corner.

"Morning already?" Frankie grumbled, rubbing his eyes, before picking up his phone. Nope, it was nearly 2 pm.

"Shit. There went that morning," he moaned, before swinging his legs over the side of his bed, which creaked and groaned in protest.

"Fuck, that was the weirdest dream I ever had."

Frankie slowly got out of bed. He felt sore and achy all over, as if he had spent the entirety of the previous day working out. He stretched, yawned, felt something in his back pop, and relaxed.

Other things felt a little bit off. For one thing, everything felt fractionally smaller, as if he had grown a couple inches. Another was that when his feet touched the floor, it wasn't freezing cold like he feared, but actually soothingly warm. He felt warm all over, despite the freezing weather still outside his dorm. The fact that he slept nude made it seem that much more confusing: he should have been feeling like a popsicle, not a microwave burrito. But Frankie put that down to just being tired.

One thing that wasn't down was his dick. Bobbing in the air, begging for attention, his morning wood (could you still call it that if you slept in?) throbbed and pulsed, aching, demanding to be stroked and brought to orgasm.

"Ahh, fuck," Frankie mumbled, leaning back to sit on the edge of the bed, and wrapping a hand around his shaft, quickly stroking it. "The sooner I deal with you, the sooner I can get food."

The respectable seven inches felt even more sensitive than usual, making Frankie shudder and loudly moan as he stroked off. It took no time at all before he was blowing his load, the creamy white semen landing on the desk and pile of expensive textbooks on it, and the pile of clothes on the floor that wasn't going to be able to get just one more use before being washed now.

He flopped back as the volume of cum, which felt so much bigger than usual, finally stopped gushing out.

"Shit," Frankie said, looking over the mess he made over his room and hands, then down at his cock, which didn't go fully soft despite the mind shattering orgasm. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

His cock just gave another throb in response.

Frankie sighed, scrounging for some clothes to put on so he could go get something to eat. The campus cafeteria was closed today, and wouldn't open until the 26th, so that meant having to venture off campus.

Eventually he managed to get something together. A jockstrap that he usually wore when working out but would do for today; a pair of grey sweats perfect for lounging around; a red sleeveless workout shirt. Everything felt a bit tighter than usual though, even though Frankie enjoyed wearing clothes that were a bit on the snug side, to show off his muscles and body. But the sweater he wore last night was a mess. Sticky, stained, and even a bit crusty from...

Frankie blinked.

"No... no. That was a dream, wasn't it?"

It's not like random old guys happened to be giant, horsecocked demons, right?

But just bringing the hoodie up close to his nose was enough to have a wave of musk hit his senses, making him stagger and his cock jump to erectness again.

"Maybe... maybe..."

Frankie shook his head, throwing the hoodie down. No. It was a dream. Must have spilled something on the sweater last night that he had forgotten about. He found another long sleeve shirt, still pretty tight and didn't quite reach the top of his jeans, but it would have to do.

Suitably dressed, Frankie ducked out of his dorm room and headed for the stairs, to go to the fast-food joint right across the street from the dorm building. He was going to regret it later, but any kind of food was good right now.

Stepping outside of the lobby entrance, Frankie first noticed how... not cold he felt. He didn't think that it had gotten that much warmer from the previous day, but maybe he was wrong. Or maybe he was acclimatizing to the weather quicker than should be possible.

Frankie tried not to think too much about it, avoiding slipping on the sidewalk and street as he crossed over, and into the doors of the local franchise of the national burger chain.

The restaurant was rather quiet today, mostly due to the regular college clientele being away for a couple of weeks. One worker was mopping the floor, while others were just doing their busywork chores. They had installed a self-serve kiosk in the lobby, which Frankie immediately headed for.

As he scrolled through the menu, thankful for their all-day breakfast, Frankie ordered his usual two breakfast sandwiches and large hash brown patties and a coffee, paid, took the number, and waited for his order, which came within ten minutes. It may be mid-afternoon, but he was still going to treat it as morning, damnit!

He sat at a table and began to eat, casually browsing through social media on his phone while absentmindedly eating at his food, until his fingers brushed against empty wrappers.

Frankie finally looked down to see that everything was gone, as if it had magically been teleported from the tray into his stomach.

But he still felt hungry.

With a sigh, Frankie got up, adjusting his sweater and sweats as best as he could (did they feel even tighter than before?), before going back up to the kiosk, and this time ordering a couple hamburgers and the fries to go with them, and a medium soda. Before he pressed the pay button though, his stomach growled, as if demanding more.

Frankie pondered for a moment, before adding a couple more burgers, fully loaded, with large fries as well, to the order as well. He could save them for later if necessary, or so he told himself. And he supersized the soda as well, just in case.

The workers at the counter didn't judge (after all, they had most likely seen bigger orders from smaller people), just handing him the bag of burgers and fries, wishing him a Merry Christmas, and out he went back into the not quite as miserable cold.

By the time Frankie got back to the dorm though, he had already eaten one of the burgers, two of the packs of fries, and half the soda was gone from the paper cup.

"Wh-what the hell?" Frankie muttered, looking at the large bag of food that already had a decent amount taken out of it. "What the fuck is wrong with me today?"

He managed to control his appetite long enough to get back to his room and sit at his desk, then instantly scarfed down another of the burgers and most of a third package of fries. Everything just seemed odd today. His body felt off, his mind was hazy, everything felt small and tighter than usual. Especially around his groin.

Frankie peaked down to see that there was a rather noticeable bulge there. He stuck a finger into the waistband and pulled it down, and gasped.

His jockstrap was bulging alright. Straining even to hold a pair of tennis ball sized testicles and a cock that pushed the fabric out to it's limit.

"What. The. Fuck."

Frankie watched as his cock, which now had to be nearly ten inches long, throbbed, leaking pre and making the white cotton turn dark grey from the wetness.

"I... I... I'm huge!" he exclaimed, trying to process everything. How his cock seemed to have just gained three inches in less than an hour.

His food forgotten, Frankie wrapped his hand around his cock again, and began stroking the longer, thicker shaft.

Electric tingles ran up and down his spine and nerve endings. Frankie panted, moaned, gasped, swore, leaning back in his chair as his entire body seemed to catch on fire.

When he came this time, the first shot arched over his head and landed on his bed, leaving a large wet spot. That one shot was even more than a normal orgasm of his.

His second shot was even bigger, landing on Frankie's face and hair. The third was just as powerful, splattering his chin and chest, soaking his shirt.

"F-fuuu..." Frankie moaned, as his cock shot load after load all over his face, drenching him head to hips in his own cum.

And it just kept coming and coming.

It took a full ten minutes before his cock finally stopped spurting out more semen, allowing Frankie a chance to catch his breath, to try to comprehend what just happened, and how much he just came. Seems on his shirt gave way as he flexed his muscles in solidarity, leaving gaping holes around his biceps, shoulders and chest, allowing the cum to reach his skin directly.

"Shit," Frankie moaned, looking over himself. His shirt was totally soaked, heavy with his seed. He tried to scoop up some of the seed, and experimentally lifted it up to his mouth, swallowing the warm goo.

It was salty, hot, and sticky.

It tasted familiar...

He shuddered, the heat inside of his body, already blazing away, seemed to ratchet up another dozen degrees. Frankie groaned as his whole body trembled, the sound of tearing fabric and his chair creaking barely registering in his mind.

It was only when the heat dropped from boiling to manageable that he was able to open his eyes again, to a stunning sight.

His shirt was now virtually ruined: his pecs were so large he could barely see over them, while his arms were half again as thick as they were before. His hips and thighs had grown thicker and wider, and his legs looked like tree trunks. He also had to be more than seven feet tall as well, and maybe a hundred pounds heavier, all muscle.

But it was his cock, now nearly 14 inches long, double his normal size, that caught his attention, and seemed to clarify everything that happened this morning.

The Caretaker was a demon. He had told Frankie that he was going to change the human to better suit him. Making Frankie bigger and sexier.

"Oh fuck," Frankie moaned, as his cock, having just blasted out one load, was now hardening again, ready to unleash another...

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Stephen was on his laptop, playing some big MMO that he had enjoyed for the past few years, passing the time away. He was secretly grateful for the snowstorm that gave him an excuse to not leave campus, and have to deal with his family. Being the middle son of divorced parents was never fun.

So instead he got to play more video games, enjoying a few days break before he would have to worry about school stuff again. Lounging around in sweats and t-shirts (it was too cold to go in the nude like the normally would), ordering in pizza, and otherwise enjoying life.

Others weren't so lucky though. Throughout the day he had heard Frankie next door through his headphones, hearing his muffled voice and colourful language as he must have been trying to find something to do to prevent himself from being bored out of his mind.

Though... there was one thing that Stephen knew he could do to help his neighbor...

He finished up the raid he was in game with and logged out, glancing at the clock in the corner of the screen to say it was nearly 7 pm. He opened up the message app and clicked on Frankie's account.

Hey, need something to take your mind off being stuck here? Stephen typed, but then looked for a picture to send. The most recent picture he had, that of his bare back shot, was perfect. He attached the picture with the message, and hit send.

There was a bit of a wait before Frankie replied. Enough time for Stephen to rub his own cock and get it hard while waiting. Just because he had to wear sweats today didn't mean he couldn't go commando at least...

Yes, please. Fuck.

Stephen smirked, standing up and grabbing the bottle of lube on his desk, walking out of his room, three steps down the hallway, and into Frankie's room.

The first thing that struck Stephen was the warmth. It was nearly boiling in Frankie's room, but there wasn't a heater or anything, so that was strange.

The second thing was the smell. The smell of cum, sweat, musk, pure masculinity, nearly bowled Stephen over.

And third, was the sight of Frankie, lying on his bed. He was huge, even bigger than what Stephen had remembered. His head was propped up against the wall, but his feet still hung over the other end of the bed. He nearly took up the whole mattress in muscle and bulk. But not only that, he was stroking an 18-inch-long monster of a dick. It was thicker than a two-liter pop bottle, and was constantly leaking pre down the long shaft. He was coated head to foot in his own seed, the thick, black body hair all over his body matted and messed up from what seemed like barrels worth of semen. But it wasn't just his body: the bed, the floor, the wall and even the roof was dripping in the giant jock's cum from who knew how many orgasms, creating massive puddles all over the room.

Frankie looked over his mountainous chest toward the frozen Stephen.

"P-please..." Frankie moaned. "Fuck me."

"Wh-what?" Stephen stammered.

"I... I need something... in my ass."

Stephen was stunned. Not just at the sudden gigantism of his fuck buddy, but the pleading, the begging from the jock that had maybe expressed curiosity about doing anal, but now practically demanding it?

Stephen slowly approached the bed and the sex-crazed Frankie. "What the hell happened to you?"

"L-long story..." Frankie moaned. Was his voice a bit deeper? "Just... please..."

Many thoughts raced through Stephen's head. Was Frankie sick? Taking drugs? Why was he more than a foot taller and bigger in the 24 hours since he last saw him?

But other, more lewd thoughts, also slipped in. Maybe it was the musk, maybe it was his own horniness, but eventually they won out. Stephen slipped out of his sweats and shirt, and climbed up onto the bed that really wasn't designed for someone Frankie's size, much less two people. But despite the bed's groaning and complaining, Stephen got up on the bed right between the two massive, prize winning watermelon sized calves of his friend, and the two cantaloupe sized balls that hung from his crotch.

"Fuck, I may be a bit of a size queen, but this is insane!" Stephen exclaimed, cupping the huge balls and lifting them up. They were incredibly heavy, practically full to bursting of cum.

"Ahhh!" Frankie moaned as his sensitive orbs were hefted up. "Easy! They are... ummffhh, sensitive."

"I can tell!" Stephen remarked. "Well, if you want me to play with your ass, you're going to have to roll over so I can reach it easier.

It took a few moments for Frankie to get onto his belly: the gargantuan schlong and heavy balls, along with his muscular body, made it harder to move than normal. But eventually he was over, exposing his rounded bubble butt for Stephen.

And Stephen wasted no time. He spread the cheeks apart to see the virgin passage, and slipped his face in-between the thick mounds, licking at the sphincter and making Frankie moan all over again. A huge glob of precum didn't simply ooze out of Frankie's cock, but instead shot out with as much power as a regular ejaculation, adding yet more of a mess to his sheets and chest.

Stephen continued to rim Frankie's ass, diving in as deep as he could with his tongue, making Frankie gasp and groan and flex. After a few minutes, Stephen pulled away, breathing heavily, before reaching around to try to scoop up the bountiful cum all around him, and slathered it between Frankie's cheeks, before working a single finger into the tight unused rear.

Frankie shuddered and moaned as first one finger, then two, slipped in, with Stephen working back and forth, admiring the combination of tightness and surprisingly flexibility presented. In fact, Stephen was soon able to work a third finger in, then a fourth, and finally his whole hand.

"Fuck man, I thought you said you never did anal!" Stephen exclaimed, as he was able to push in until half of his upper arm was inside Frankie's ass. "Hell, even I can't take something like this!"

Frankie was swearing and moaning, writhing in pleasurable agony as Stephen brushed against so many sensitive nerve endings that he wasn't even aware that he had as he was slowly fisted back and forth, his ass stretching so easily, but still maintaining enough tightness to give some resistance for Stephen.

But eventually Stephen pulled out, scooping up another handful of the all-natural lube provided by Frankie which he slathered over his own cock. Stephen then grabbed Frankie's hips, positioned himself properly, and easily slipped his shaft into Frankie's ass.

Even though Stephen's fist was bigger than his normal sized five-and-a-half-inch dick, it still felt tight. Enough friction to squeeze Stephen's cock, trying to milk him even before he had a chance to really get started.

The shorter football player easily hilted his dick inside Frankie's ass, and slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock was still inside, before pushing forward again, shuddering as Frankie's ass flexed, trying to clamp down tight on Stephen's penis, and never wanting to let go.

"Fuck man, you are a natural at this," Stephen moaned as he started to pick up speed, sliding in and out of Frankie's ass with wet and heavy slaps.

Frankie's mind was a blaze of hormones and lust and he couldn't respond with anything other than moans and gasps and pants. But soon Stephen himself was more focused on fucking his next-door neighbor than commenting, his hips pistoning in and out, faster and faster.

Maybe Stephen would have noticed that it was taking just a bit longer to pull and push in each time, that he was pulling back a fraction of an inch further back with each pull, and diving in about the same amount with each trust in, stretching Frankie's ass nearly imperceptibly more each time. It was like Frankie's ass was stretching Stephen's cock longer, making it fill out thicker, with each movement.

The room felt like it was getting hotter, but with the amount of cum and musk already present, more humid as well. Sweat began to drip from their foreheads and run down their backs as their lovemaking soon turned into animalistic and frenzied.

And it was with both of them so blinded in the bonds of sex, or something even stronger to shroud their minds from what was happening, that the changes really took off.

Frankie's body was already pretty hairy to begin with, but now over his bulging arms, thick legs, broad back and shoulders and everywhere else, an even thicker layer of hair was sprouting over his body. But unlike the black hair on his head, this had a reddish hue, and grew even thicker until it was more like a fur coat. Black spots did poke through the red fur over his arms, back and legs, but it was clearly in the minority. Frankie now looked a lot like a giant, muscular, anthropomorphic hyena man.

Pressed between his furry stomach and the cum soaked bed sheets, the nearly two-foot-long cock also began to change. The head began to narrow and tapper, while at the base, a fuzzy sheathe was forming, providing a place to hide the monster cock, if that was even possible with his heightened libido. But the flesh just above the edge of the sheathe continued to grow wider and thicker, before it rounded out into a huge knot, and the whole shaft turned bright red. The newly transformed hyper canine cock wasn't alone long, for soon a second, similarly shaped, and soon similarly sized, pushed out from the sheathe: equally as long, equally as sensitive, and equally as productive.

The changes to his body weren't done yet. Right down the middle of his back, a darker path of red scales began to appear, going up towards his head and right down to the tailbone right above his butt, where a thick protrusion began to push out with the same scale like appearance, rapidly growing longer and longer into a snake like tail. Once it finally reached its full length, it slowly wrapped around the blissfully unaware Stephen as he continued fucking the transforming Frankie.

More scales appeared around Frankie's hands and feet, with his fingernails turning into white claws on the tip of each finger and toe, giving the changing Frankie a reptilian style of hands and feet.

His head was the focus of the biggest changes though: his nose and mouth pushed out into a muzzle, shorter but wider than the Caretaker's goat-like face. The nose turned black, canine like, while the teeth in his mouth grew sharper and more pointed, into vicious fangs. His ears also grew larger and shifted to the top of his head, where they now prominently stood out, especially since his black hair had vanished, replaced with the red fur.

But the scales on the back of his head began to grow larger and larger, extending out and around his head, until it formed a hood, much like that of a King Cobra snake. To further accentuate his new non-humanness, two of his teeth grew even larger, until they were two massive fangs, perfect for biting: the crowning touch to the demonic hyena-cobra hybrid.

But Frankie wasn't the only one transforming that night. Black hair was sprouting all over Stephen's body as well, rapidly replacing his regular blonde hair, as his own muscles and size increased rapidly as he continued pounding his steadily growing cock deeper and deeper into Frankie's ass. He began to growl and snarl as his face pushed out into another muzzle: longer and more pointed, as his ears shifted to the top of his head and became more triangular. Claws began to push from his fingers, digging into Frankie's fur with sharper points as his pounding grew rougher, more feral. Canines and incisors in his mouth grew longer and sharper, completing the unmistakable appearance of a wolf. But the hair on his head grew longer and longer standing straight up, until soon it formed a mohawk that added even more inches to his body.

Stephen's legs began to shift, bones reshaping to a digitigrade stance more befitting a wild dog than the thick and more human life Frankie, and pushing his height to a couple inches over seven feet. They were still large and muscular, promising great power and strength for any that would dare to confront the changing wolfman. And from his back, a long, fluffy tail pushed out, wagging excitedly as Stephen got closer and closer to the final climax.

But before he could, his penis had to change as well: the human shape was replaced with a canine-like cock similar to Frankie's, but smaller, and he would remain a single wielder. His balls were also smaller, more like softballs, but still more than capable of providing potent semen wherever he needed to.

But that was good enough for Stephen, who rammed his cock right into the tight, yet accommodating tailhole of the hyena-cobra, tying Frankie with his knotted shaft.

That seemed to be the final ingredient, for both Frankie and Stephen let out a joint animalistic roar at the same time, as they reached simultaneous orgasms. Yet another tidal wave of cum, this time doubled thanks to the giant twin hoses, erased any dry spot on the bed, the wall or Frankie's chest that wasn't already coated. Stephen on the other hand got to experience the mind blowing, maximized volume output for the first time, filling Frankie's ass and guts with what seemed like gallons of seed.

It was only then, as they were in the throws of orgasm and climax, that their minds suddenly cleared, the haze that had descended on them as they transformed vanished. The bed, valiantly struggling to hold the hundreds of pounds of muscle on the two beasts for so long, finally gave way, snapping apart and sending both of them landing on the floor.

"Wha-Holy Fucking Shit!" Frankie exclaimed, as the sensation of dual cocks, of a tail, of being rammed by a cock that was three times larger than he was normally, all hit every nerve ending at the same moment. He looked down, around, trying to understand everything that happened, all the changes that had taken place without him really knowing it.

But he knew. Deep down he knew. This was the price he had to pay.

Stephen snapped awake as well, gasping as he saw first the transformed back of Frankie, then the black furred claws that moved under his command, and then realizing that they weren't in the dorm room anymore: everything was red and black, with flames and smoke all around, like they were in a giant underground cavern.

"Fuck me... what the hell is going on?"

There was a booming, demonic laughter all around them, making both of them wince and freeze.

"Hell is indeed what is going on," the goat-like demon Caretaker rumbled, emerging from the shadows with his massive three-foot horsecock on proud display. "So I see that you found a friend to share your gift with, eh?"

Stephen let out a whimper, trying to get away from the giant demon... but he was tied into Frankie's ass thanks to his bulbous knot, so escape was impossible. The ass that was so tight, yet so forgiving at once, now trapped the wolf to whatever was to come next.

"I... I... I just got so horny and... well... Stephen fucked with me before, so..." Frankie rambled on.

"Wait, you know this guy?" Stephen asked.

"Yeah, so do you. This is the guy that does the yard stuff around campus."

"What? Wasn't he like old and stuff? Not hot and ripped and hung?"

The Caretaker simply laughed, waving his hand and lifting both of the two off the ruined bed, using his magic to pull Frankie and Stephen apart, and suspending them in mid-air. "That is just the form I take when I must walk among you mortals. Always present, always in the background, when looking for new servants and students," the demon said, looking into Stephen's eyes with his own glowing, yellow, otherworldly pupils. "Though it seems that you didn't gain any demonic features like your friend here. Curious."

"D-demon?" Stephen sputtered, looking down at the sheepish Frankie. "I fucked a guy cursed by a demon?!"

"Y-yeah..." Frankie sheepishly admitted. "Though, would you have believed me if I told you?"

Stephen really couldn't answer that one. Would he have? Would that have been enough to convince him that was the reason why Frankie had grown so massive and gargantuan, and why he was now a black wolf with an 18-inch dick that would have made porn stars jealous?

"Either way, you are here now, and you both shall reap the reward for being my servants: intelligence, wealth, beauty, and much more," the Caretaker said, as he lowered them to the ground, on their hands and knees in front of him, where the full force his aphrodisiac musk could hit them, making their massive cocks harden and drool precum.

"But, you will be at my beck and call to pleasure me when I need it," the demon continued, summoning a throne to sit on, and grabbing the massive log jutting out in front of him and shaking it as he sat down. "Since it has been a long, long time since I last had suitable servants... you both better get to work."

Frankie jumped up, grabbing hold of the cock that had first started this whole crazy series of events, and began to make out with the tip like a man possessed. Stephen, panting like he was in heat, went for the Caretaker's massive hooved feet, and began to lick over and polish the ebony colored hooves with his tongue.

The Caretaker watched in satisfaction as the two made out with his dick and feet, rumbling in approval as they played with his body, worshipping their new temple of desires.

"Very good. You mortals know your place," the Caretaker said in his deep voice. "But as much as I want you to worship every inch of my body, I require something more... substantial."

Frankie felt himself being lifted off the demon's cock by magic, and Stephen was forced to turn around as the demon stood up, before he used his powers to set Frankie down on top of the black wolf, the dual canine cocks pressing against Stephen's rear, while the hyena-cobra's ass was put on full display for the Caretaker.

Stephen shuddered as he felt the two giant dicks pushed against his tailhole, but with a single thrust, both of them were pressed deep into the wolf's ass, making him howl in pleasure as he was spread wide open, and his stomach was stretched out by the twin peaks buried in him.

And the Caretaker wasted no time before he pushed his mighty equine meat into Frankie's ass, making the hyena-cobra hybrid let out a hissing howl as he was spread twice as wide as what Stephen had managed to do, even with the fully grown and changed canine dick he had.

"Oh, yes. Excellent," the Caretaker rumbled in approval as Frankie easily took the massive horsecock, though it did force an even larger bulge in the six pack abs than what Frankie was causing to Stephen.

The demonic lord set the rhythm, going hard and fast into Frankie, who with each thrust from on top forced his twin cocks to jackhammer into Stephen, quickly turning the two smaller monsters into whimpering, moaning messes, their respective g-spots being pounded over and over, again and again thanks to the powerful goat-like hips of the Caretaker slapping constantly against his new fuck toy's abused ass.

Stephen was the first to go, cumming and spraying his seed all over the floor in long, ropey shots. Moments later, Frankie's twin cocks burst, flooding Stephen's belly with an absurd amount of cum, enough to even make his belly grow round and taught from the volume.

But it was the biggest demon, with his massive cock and balls, that stole the show. He barely even grunted as the giant horsecock pumped its load into Frankie's ass. Where Stephen's belly may have expanded a bit, looking something like a muscle gut, Frankie's instead turned into a round sphere, a giant belly of sloshing, demonic cum in just a handful of shots from the Caretaker.

"Clearly you both will have to work on your stamina," the Caretaker rumbled, pulling out and letting more of his apparently limitless semen splash over the hyena-cobra and the wolf, both bloated and exhausted, yet still gamely rocking back and forth. But sleep was descending on both, the apparent side effect of being fucked by a powerful demon.

"But that is enough for today. Time for you to go back home," the demon rumbled, as his two servants dozed off. "Because we will be very busy in the week to come."

Frankie was the first to wake up, sitting upright in the bed. He glanced down, to see a tent where his cock was, rock hard. He was pretty sure it was bigger than usual... but this time he had a pretty good idea why.

But there was no red and black spotted fur, no scales, no fangs anywhere on his body. Just his regular, big, muscular, hairy self.

Frankie shook his head. He wanted to call it a dream, but he could feel the dull, throbbing ache in his ass, telling him that, no, it wasn't a dream. It couldn't be. Could it?

He picked up his phone, glancing at the time to say it was midnight. Christmas Day. He somehow had spent all of Christmas eve jacking off, cumming, growing, and getting fucked by a wolf and a demon.

"Fucking crazy," Frankie muttered, before laying back down in the bed, right beside Stephen, who was still snoring away.

Frankie blinked. Wait, why was Stephen in the same bed as him?

They were in a dorm... right?

They were still in college... right?

But, no. It was years later. Years since that fateful holiday night. Now they were living together, successful in their sports and married, living their best life. Serving a powerful demon in his insatiable lust and perversion.

Frankie sighed, rubbing his forehead, and lying back down, trying to close his eyes again.

But soon, he was wrapping his hand around his ten-inch member, and jacking off again.

Just like the Caretaker would want.