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Despite centuries of development, advancement and refinement, for certain things there was a final form. Certain constants could not be changed or upgraded. While the wheel was the most common example, jail cells were quite another. By their very purpose they were not intended to be accommodating or luxurious or comfortable. Any flourish would take away from their purpose. Cement floors, brick walls, metal bars and an unceremonious toilet. That being said, not every jail cell was the same. This particular one had a mild, subdued orange in the paint on the brick walls that was only more intense this late in the afternoon as the sun filtered through the haze and smoke outside, giving it a citrine glow.

The air was equally unpleasant, feeling muggy and sticky from the humidity. It also had the distinct aroma of a mixture of urine, alcohol and musk well beyond the usual amount. The reason for the latter came down to the fact that the temperature was up and the cell lacked air conditioning of any kind. It had the benefit of at least having an open window, though the window was double reinforced and covered with bars. Despite the weather and the smell, it would have been tolerable enough for one or even two prisoners, but with four guests occupying the space, it was also getting a bit cramped.

Kyler sat on one of the benches, propped up with his elbows on his knees, his hands holding his chin as he stared at the other prisoners. Kyler was in his mid twenties, his dark black hair gelled into an artful swish down the center. His black painted nails complimented his well tanned skin, sitting somewhere between the reddish hue of too much sun and a nice healthy oaky brown tint to his otherwise peachy skin. Black stubble marked his chin and thin lines down in front of his cheeks. His t-shirt was torn up, revealing one nipple, a pierced navel and a few other patches of skin. In contrast his pants were baggy and long, the artificial activewear fabrics glistening a bright red in the orange light.

The young man studied his cell mates closely. One was scrunched up in the opposite corner of the cell, his knees at his chest, looking as if he was trying to retract into the shadow and disappear entirely. His glasses occasionally caught the light and glinted out from the darkness. . His hair was also black but shorn neatly, complimenting the pale yellow button up shirt and the black slacks he wore. His tawny golden-tan skin seemed flushed and clammy more out of anxiety than the weather. He was easily the most nervous, retreating away from the other prisoners. That trepidation was not shared by the others.

A sudden tang sounded out as a concentrated, pressurized stream of liquid hit the stainless steel toilet in the cell. The golden arch originated from the rather unsteady, grungy prisoner that had been pacing for the last half hour. He'd gone to the bathroom at least three times. His oily hair was black at the roots, brown along the length and blond at the tips. Whether it was some sort of dye job or merely exposure to the sun was uncertain. His half-lidded eyes were a rich cocoa brown and his lips seemed stuck in a state of perpetually mild enjoyment. He had enjoyed himself a bit too much and had lost his shirt, his shoes, his service and his freedom. With the rate at which he was going to the bathroom, Kyler suspected it wasn't going to be much longer until whatever alcohol had consumed would have passed through his system.

That left one final prisoner sitting on the bench beneath the window. Of all the prisoners, he was perhaps the one with the best poker face. His blue eyes were icy, looking as though they were ready to cut through the bars through sheer contempt. His blond hair had the faintest tinge of green to it and the tattoos peeking out from his t-shirt were the faded, dull bluish black of someone that had them a while. His ears had been stretched with glass spacers and his jeans were a bit torn up with oil stains. Even his knuckles were tattooed as he drummed them across the bench on either side of his hips. He looked exactly like the sort of person someone would have expected to be in such a cell.

"So what are you in for?" Kyler asked the blond, finally breaking the silence. Those angry blue eyes cut a path of devastation from the cell to the other young man's face. He seemed to size the man up until realizing Kyler was a bit older than he was.

"They think I was trying to take a 95' Honda for a joy ride." the blond said finally. Kyler smiled a bit.

"Were they right?" he asked. The blond's brow furrowed, though he smiled.

"Hell no, I was just trying to back it out of the way so I could get to the lambo in front of it..." he smirked. Kyler grinned at that with a nod of recognition.

"See, much better reason." Kyler said, his eyes turning to the man in the corner, "What about you?" he asked.

"Me?" he asked back, a hesitation coming before the word. Kyler nodded.

"Yeah, what's your name?" Kyler asked.

"Jiro." The man replied before he seemed to consider the previous question for a moment, his face tightening in a way that seemed to indicate that he was searching for the words he wanted to say. "My boss put in a police report that I had been... embezzling... Stealing from the corporate account for a year and a half. He gave them computer records and time sheets, the detective even said video, but that isn't possible!" he said, sounding more assertive than he had since Kyler had arrived.

"But you didn't do it. You were working hard, trying to take care of your-" Kyler paused, his eyes narrowing a little as he sized the other prisoner up, "Your parents."

"How did you know?" Jiro asked in shock. Kyler shook his head.

"Lucky guess." he replied. Seeming more reassured, the well dressed prisoner turned to the fourth occupant with a curious and companionable expression.

"And what are you in-" he paused, realizing that the other had laid down in the middle of the floor to sleep off his booze. A snort came from the blond prisoner.

"Goodie two shoes." he said, shaking his head, "Everyone's going to be out there playing their own game. Did you have any dirt on your boss you could use against him?" he asked. Jiro's eyes widened in shock.

"Of course not!" he replied.

"What's your name?" Kyler asked, cutting into the conversation. Those blue eyes slipped back, looking Kyler over curiously before deciding it would probably help pass the time.

"Jacob." he said after a moment, "And that's Dae on the floor." he added.

"You know each other?" Jiro asked in astonishment. Jacob smirked.

"We went to high school together. I guess he never got over the partying lifestyle whereas I put my skills to work." Jacob replied, "But that does leave you." the blond added, turning back to Kyler, "You've been asking all the questions but what is your name and what are you in for?" he asked. A small, slight smile crossed his lips. The smile wasn't one of shyness or pride, of consideration or thoughtfulness. It was an eerie smile.

"I go by Kyler... and I'm here for crimes against the eternal." he replied. Jacob's brow furrowed in dismay, wondering if they'd been boxed up with a lunatic. Jiro merely looked confused, although his eyes widened again as he looked over and realized that Jacob was starting to look... different.

It was subtle at first, something that could have been attributable to the sun sinking slowly towards the horizon. Kyler's eyes were harder to see, the color disappearing into the shadows. The orange glow in the room had bathed everything in warm tones, but Kyler's skin was looking redder and redder by the second. The shift made the black stubble seem darker and thicker somehow - but it was more than that. The scruff on his chin WAS growing, as were his sideburns. The hair pushed out, growing longer, curving down into a goatee tuft that hung from his chin while his sideburns seemed wilder and more untamed.

"Fuck!" Jacob sputtered, jumping off the bench and sliding over to where Jiro was, watching everything unfold. Kyler's baggy red pants began to fill, pushing outward as wooly black fur spilled out from the ankles. The prisoner's shoes contorted and twisted, stretching and pulling in awkward directions until the stitches popped, the leather tore and two bony hooves erupted from inside. Tufts of black hair sprouted from the backs of his elbows even as his flesh turned an intense, deep, cherry red.

Kyler popped his neck one direction, then the other as the skin on his temples grew swollen and irritated before two black nubs pierced through, sliding out and curving back along the contours of his forehead in a graceful arc. Each sharp point was a counterpoint to the curved style of his black hair. His painted black nails pushed out and lengthened, honing to points, becoming claws that looked as sturdy as they were dangerous. Even the cheap navel piercing peeking out from the hole in his shirt changed, sinking into the skin before emerging again as a constellation of dots made from golden metal. Thin black stone spikes began to stretch out from the bottom of his ears like piercings, adding yet another set of points to the already sharp being.

"Oni..." Jiro whispered.

"What the fuck are you?" Jacob asked. Kyler merely grinned, betraying very sharp teeth and a dark purple, almost black tongue.

"I'm just like you." Kyler replied, "A bad boy trying to game the system, indulging in his skills to carve a path." he replied, his eyes turning a solid black until he turned, looking at Jiro, "Or maybe I'm like you... misunderstood, innocent, condemned to a fate I didn't deserve, trying to make the most of it." Kyler considered, "Or maybe I'm like Dae? A creature of comfort, of impulse, of instinct..."

The demon rose to his cloven hooves and stretched, his shirt stretched tight over muscled red flesh. His pants sagged down, revealing a thick tuft of black hair leading to a rather impressive bulge. He licked his lips with that purplish-black tongue as he moved across the cell. This time Jacob shrunk back into the shadow with his cellmate. Kyler smiled again, lowering his head in a sign of reassurance, holding up his clawed hands.

"Don't worry my friends, I'm not here to harm you. I'm here to help you. We've all been put in prisons of a kind, some justly and some unjustly. But that doesn't mean that we can't make a better future for ourselves." Kyler said before looking into Jiro's eyes, the inky blackness swimming with a faint light just beneath the surface, "Imagine what would happen to your parents without you, if your boss gets away with this? You've worked hard your whole life to help them. You've done the right thing. The only thing you've lacked is equity, an upper hand. It wouldn't take much to turn the tables. You know how to run that job, you know how to make things right.... And you'd look damn fine behind that desk."

As Kyler spoke and as Jiro imagined it, the black in Jiro's eyes spilled out, subsuming the brown and the white until his eyes were solid black. A strange look of contentment crossed his face as Kyler approached. Kyler's left clawed hand rested on Jiro's chest, covering an entire pectoral and resting his claws on the other man's collarbone. The demon leaned in, the tip of his tongue grazing the base of Jiro's ear lobe, then slithered up the back, traced over the edge and found its way to the ear canal before it began to slink in. Inch after inch sunk down into the other man, eliciting a gasp from Jiro, his jaw hanging open as his dark eyes shimmered. Kyler wasn't worming his way into Jiro's body so much as his soul, letting that tongue penetrate deeper and deeper, sliding back and forth, working deeper and deeper into him.

Jiro flushed, his nipples and cock growing erect at once, his sphincter tightening and then relaxing, undulating. His black eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he surrendered to the bliss Kyler was bringing him. Kyler's hand slipped down, caressing Jiro's stomach, then his groin. He began to knead and massage the mound of flesh there as he tasted Jiro's soul, his destiny, his fate... but any good meal could use seasoning. Kyler began to take the ingredients that were there and add a bit to them. He had no interest in disturbing Jiro's family duty, but he could enhance it. Jiro was so thin and spindly, if he had only listened to his mother to eat his food. His father had always encouraged him to grow up big and strong, it would have been so easy to work in time growing up to pump some weights. Perhaps he started at fourteen? No, thirteen...

The rumples and wrinkles in the yellow button up shirt disappeared as it stretched, pulled taut as Jiro filled out. He'd been as thin as a bean pole before, but now there was clear definition in his chest. The sleeves grew almost painfully tight as his biceps and triceps bulged. Even his stomach firmed and hardened. As the demon's tongue thrust in and out, slick and hot and firm, Jiro's memories were colored by new hues. It hadn't just been duty, it had been... pride. He'd had the best grades in his class, but now his humility had faded away. He'd been strong and fit, able to lift more than anyone else in his class.

He'd hit two hundred pounds of muscle by his senior year, sporting a patch of hair on his chin a little like Kyler's. Despite not being clean cut, his parents had said nothing. How could they be anything but proud? He'd scored an internship, then a job. By twenty the scruff on his chin had formed a goatee that ringed his mouth. The pointy chin of his youth had broadened out to a lantern jaw. His arms were as thick around as his waist had once been. The sound of tearing fabric filled the jail cell as the button up shirt popped free from the waist of his pants, revealing a triangle of dark hair and a v shape of muscles that begged attention down lower. The sleeves of his shirt went next, the fabric splitting open, revealing forests of hair beneath muscle groups that looked like piles of boulders.

A cocky grin crossed Jiro's now goatee rimmed lips as he lifted his arms up, flexing. Muscles tightened, skin stretched, blood rushed and the shirt tore more. Massive mounds of pectorals and abdominals broke three, along with a diamond shaped patch of black fur sprouting down the cleft between his thick, beefy pecs. Kyler closed his lips around Jiro's ear and sunk his tongue deeper into the man's soul, lewd wet sounds coming as it went in and out, back and forth. Jiro's pants split out along his hips and thighs, revealing flesh as his legs ballooned outward. The inseam snapped, his underwear lasting only a moment longer until a thick, meaty, swollen cock flung free, unleashing a rope of clear pre that splattered across the jail cell floor and Dae's sun bleached hair.

It was easy enough to bend reality to the new history, but Kyler was a glutton. He wanted more. He stirred around inside Jiro's soul, taking that next step. Jiro's goatee feathered out across his jaw and cheeks, connecting to his hair even as more meat and muscle packed on the pounds. His belt snapped and sprung loose. His dress shoes groaned and whined, the souls popping lose before meaty, thick, plump feet tore through the socks that enclosed them. Jiro now stood naked in the cell apart from his glasses that hung on for dear life as their owner had more than tripled in mass.

Jiro had grown a very masculine, very manly square jaw and it only seemed to be growing more manly by the second. His short bushy beard was growing bushier, stretching into three points - one beneath his chin and one a few inches out from his cheeks. The beard seemed even thicker due to the fact that his lower jaw was pushing forward, giving him an underbite. It was hard to make out at first, at least until the top of his tusks started to appear. Little by little, the ivory points rose up from his lower lip, rising up higher and higher until they were parallel with his nostrils and rested just a bit below the bottom edge of his glasses.

As Jiro's immense chest rose and fell with breath, the fur rustling in the faint breeze from the window, his skin began to shift. At first it looked as if the color had drained out of him, or even that he was cold. The flesh tones darkened to a pale gray before they started to brighten again, turning blue instead. It was steady and even, blossoming like light spreading across a lake. In another few moments, it was done. Jiro stood there as a six foot, three inch tall, three hundred pound muscled blue demon. Kyler withdrew his tongue, letting it slip out with a tender flick. As the tongue retracted, Jiro's eyes returned to normal.

A breath filled the huge chest, then another. His mind was coming back to him, sorting through everything, feeling a sea of changes. He remembered his old life, but the new one was so much clearer. He'd gone to the same schools, gotten the same job, but when his boss had tried to frame him, he'd presented him with proof - not only of what his boss had been doing with the finances, but what he'd been doing behind the back of his rich wife. The attempt had backfired and the boss had resigned, leaving Jiro in charge. He'd become the boss and gotten a huge pay boost. He'd won, he'd taken care of his family, he'd become the man he'd always wanted to be and his parents were so proud of their Oni son... but why was he in jail?

"You've come to pay our bail... You need new security, not to mention someone to share your bed." Jiro whispered. Jiro's smile returned as he nodded, a shrewd look crossing his face as he looked at the others before he sat down on the bench, taking up almost all of it. His clawed blue hand coiled around his fat, plump, thick cock and began to work it up and down. Jiro nodded with satisfaction before turning, aware suddenly of a musky, salty scent and a very lewd sound. Jacob was sitting behind them, his cock furiously red, cum already spilling over his tattooed knuckles. He huffed and panted, having jerked himself off to the point of orgasm while still pressing on. Kyler grinned, "Oh, you liked that/?" he asked.

"That was the sickest shift I've ever seen." he whispered, "I didn't just like it, I felt it. I remember how he came in, the skinny little fuck, scared shitless, but I also remember him like this..." Jacob muttered, groaning, pinching his own nipple with his free hand. Kyler moved closer, approaching the thug, looking into his eyes.

"And why wouldn't you?" Kyler asked, "My assistant has to be observant. That's one of the things I liked most, you figured out I was a demon within a few days of your senior year..." the demon whispered, gazing into Jacob's eyes. Jacob's jaw fell open slightly, the black spilling out of his irises to dominate his whole face. As he sank into the demon's power, a grin crossed his lips. He had been hoping it would happen to him too, and here it was. Kyler walked back across the cell, reaching out with a clawed finger, bringing it under Jacob's chin. The thug rose to his feet, feeling oddly light, like a feather on an air current.

"Kyler..." Jacob whispered. The demon let out a soft noise from his mouth.

"I love it when you say my name." the demon whispered, "Almost as much as you loved sucking me off behind the convenience store when your buddies were trying to get beer. They thought you were too chicken to drink it, but your belly was full of my cum." Kyler whispered, "That weekend and every weekend from then on..." the demon said, stepping forward, bringing himself within centimeters of Jacob's face. The two shared the same breath, the same air, feeling the heat of each other's lungs. Jacob wobbled, his heart racing even though he couldn't move. Kyler's dark eyes were half lidded before he leaned in and pressed his red lips to Jacob's.

The blond's mouth was pried apart as that thick, slimy dark demon tongue plunged into his mouth. It was as thick and hot as most men's cocks, but it moved with a will of its own. It slithered across Jacob's teeth, danced across his tongue, found the back of his throat, and then plunged down deep. Jacob's black eyes widened suddenly as he felt his throat swallow and swallow and swallow, the tongue diving down. It felt like it went all the way to his belly, his groin, and somehow kept going. He welcomed and yearned for it even though his mind could barely process it all. It wasn't so much a physical thing; Kyler's tongue wasn't really filling his body, it was reaching into the core of his being, into his soul.

Kyler's eyes closed as he tasted the reprobate's youth. There was a lot to work with, a lot of life lived. He savored every crime the thug had committed, every rule or law he'd broken. He delighted in the parties and debauchery... but Jacob lacked direction and focus. He'd been arrested because he'd thrown in with two bit criminals that didn't care about their own. Things would have been much better if Jacob had a mentor, a guiding force. Kyler could be that for him. The demon reached up under Jacob's shirt, clawed fingers starting to tease and twist and pinch the blond's nipples. Kyler leaned in, starting to grind and hump against the thug even as he throat-fucked his soul with his long, dark tongue.

One bad friend had gotten Jacob to drink, another to smoke, another to ditch class. It had been some elusive cousin that had imparted the skill to hotwire cars and it had been Jacob's own innate instinct on how to handle himself in a fight. Kyler wriggled his tongue around inside of the thug's life, twisting each scenario to include himself. It had been Kyler that had led Jacob down the dark path, teaching him the forbidden skills and the pleasures of life. With that singular focus, Jacob hadn't just become a thug, he'd become a true criminal. He could fight as good as a mixed martial artist, he could steal without getting caught. He could hold his liquor and he could fuck like a porn star - but that wasn't enough, not for a demon's assistant.

Jacob shivered as the dark marks on his skin began to wriggle and shift. The ink darkened, turning from the faded bluish black of a cheap and rushed job to a glistening metallic black with flecks of gold. Crude English letters changed shape, taking on angles, becoming a sharp demonic script. The tattoos wrapped around his wrists to form bands before snaking down to his knuckles. More symbols appeared on his neck, his collarbone, even his stomach. A dark counterpoint appeared around his navel, the match to Kyler's gold piercings as if they'd imprinted when they touched.

Kyler purred as he tasted the thug's loyalty. By becoming Jacob's dark mentor, he'd earned his trust and respect, his lust and even his love... That had been a surprise for Kyler, but not nearly as much of a surprise as a clawed hand came up under the demon's shirt. Jacob's long, gray claws suddenly sunk into his master's chest, touching the dark nexus that lived where Kyler's soul would have been. The demon's dark eyes widened in shock, feeling the circuit completed. It wasn't just Jacob's life being rewritten, it was Kyler's as well...

The demon had spent a few years trying to pass as a human teenager, drifting from school to school. It was there when he'd found Jacob. Their desire to be bad had drawn them to each other like magnets. Jacob had seen through Kyler's disguise in days and, sensing the wisdom of an old soul, had followed in Jacob's footsteps. The human had been an amazing devotee and soon they'd taken to sleeping together. The thug's hunger for Kyler was insatiable. He drank whatever the demon had to offer whenever he could, starting the day and ending the night worshipping his groin.

That first year had been glorious as Jacob learned how to be the perfect criminal, and when he'd cut ties from his own life, the two had gone on to corrupt others. They'd turned youth groups into gangs, they'd pushed ravers into forming a cult, and they'd single handedly doubled the rate of college dropouts in at least three states. It had been a rush, exhilarating, and it had been so much fun that Kyler hadn't even noticed Jacob's corruption, at least at first. The blond had gotten paler and paler over the months, his blond hair turning white. His skin had taken on an ashen hue. Maybe Kyler was losing his touch or maybe he hadn't wanted to notice, but it became hard to ignore on their anniversary when Kyler had tried to return the favor and give Jacob a blow job only to realize he didn't have enough mouths.

Despite the tongue plunging into his soul, Jacob gasped and then groaned, his throat undulating. The magic had taken on a life of its own, neither one of them the master of their own rewritten fate. Jacob's cock had remained hard during the entire exchange despite having already come, but that firmness only redoubled. His cock ached and throbbed, stiffening and tightening. The skin was hardest along four lines on the outer edge, leaving the interior softer, more delicate, thinner and more vulnerable. His veins throbbed, his heart pumped, his shaft shuddered and then it split.

One immense, thick, hard cock segmented into four, each piece branching away from the others. His urethras reoriented, drifting to the center. The tender flesh along the center healed and firmed, tightening up like the rest. Each segment would have made any man proud, but it seemed each piece was plumping and thickening, regaining some of the mass the others had taken. They curved and arched outward, meaty and thick, suspended over swelling balls. The skin continued to pale, turning as grey as clay.

Kyler's tongue twitched and moved even as Jacob's claws stirred around inside his nexus, manipulating him right back. He remembered Jacob showering him with demon spunk from his four cocks, covering his face, his goatee, his sideburns before gnawing on his harns with those sharp teeth. Kyler moaned, groaning, becoming incredibly hard as the new memory formed of hearing those teeth echoing through his skull as they scraped his horns. The glistening black obsidian bone began to scuff up around the edges, looking a bit more matte black from the use and abuse over the years.

Unlike Kyler's hooves, Jacob's feet cracked and contorted, growing longer toes with sharp claws. A dew claw formed on the back of his feet as his pert, muscled ass cheeks made way for a thick, long gray leathery tail to swing outward. Jacob looked as much like a gargoyle as he did a demon. It had been a steady corruption, but one that Kyler was particularly proud of. The two pressed together, humping and grinding. Kyler huffed as his singular fat red cock pressed and ground against the nest of gray ones, frotting and rubbing. Jacob began to leak pre, his orange sized balls still growing more. The clear, wet goo coated Kyler's meat, letting it slip and slide, becoming a hot mess in all the right ways.

The demon's tongue retracted like a tape measure as he threw his head back, howling through sharp fanged teeth, groaning with delight. His cock spasmed before it unleashed hot, slippery silver cum. The sudden pressure cascaded through Jacob's nest before demon spooge was spraying out from between his cocks like some kind of cursed sprinkler. It rained down across the jail cell floor, creating a puddle. The two became uneven and clumsy in their efforts until they leaned on each other for support, panting and groaning, moaning with delight for a few moments until a slow clap broke the quiet. Jacob shot one glance over to Jiro who had reciprocated by pleasuring himself while watching them.

"Very good, very nice. So... we have our new bodies, we have our new lives. I can even offer you both a job with my company." Jiro said, his voice a bit deeper to match his bushy beard and mountains of muscle, "What about him?" he asked, pointing to Dae. Kyler considered for a long moment.

"There are some lines even a demon won't cross. If he wakes up before we leave, we'll let him in on the party. If not, well, maybe our paths will cross again. The guard, on the other hand... now that could be fun." Kyler murmured, "Jacob, if you'd be so kind?" he asked. The gray demon nodded before crossing the cell, reaching through the bars before curving his wrist back. His claws sunk into the lock, the narrow sharp tips playing with the locking mechanism. The tumblers rose and fell, slipping up and down on springs. Jacob bit his lip with concentration until the cell door clicked and then popped open.

"And they said I'd be in for some real hard time." Jacob said proudly. Kyler moved over, reaching to fondle the thug's quartet of cocks.

"I think these qualify." Kyler said flirtingly before he glanced back at Jiro, "I think I have an idea on how to fill out your property's security force." he said with a grin.

****

The glow of the computer monitor clashed with the orange haze of the sunset, the clacking of the keys a sharp contrast to how peaceful and quiet everything else was. Lance had joined the police force to bring order to a chaotic world, to do his part, to be a hero, to help others. All of those goals felt so far away when he was left to do paperwork, but that was a part of the job too. The other officers were on patrol and it was a small station. Lance exhaled slowly, moving onto the next line on the intake form.

As the officer's fingers flew over the keyboard, he glanced over at the second monitor on his desk which was off. It showed his reflection with his short buzz cut brown hair, his youthful face with only the last traces of baby fat left on an otherwise lean form, and eyes that were turning solid black. The officer's hands stopped suddenly as a long, purple-black tongue coiled around his throat and slipped up before diving into one ear and then out the other, slipping across his cheek before diving down his throat. The long tentacle tongue slithered and slipped, moving from physical space to a supernatural medium and back again.

The officer shuddered as the demon's tongue slid down into the core of his very being, touching his soul, pooling into it and filling it. His uniform showed his erect nipples in moments, his thicker black pants straining as he grew erect. His arms fell to his sides, his eyes inky pools, looking into the reflection of Kyler's face as the demon rested his head on the cop's shoulder, his black goatee tuft hanging down over the front of the uniform.

Once more, Lance's thoughts returned to why he'd joined the force; obedience, loyalty, subservience, protection - not to mention that he loved a good uniform. There was a bit of shyness, a secret buried deep. With so much of Kyler's tongue out, his drool was dripping from his tongue, sizzling where it landed on the officer's uniform. The starchy blue material turned black where the drool landed, growing harder and thicker, turning from polyester to rubber. The black material spread outward, pooling together, hugging the fit and firm flesh beneath. Lance was starting to sweat, but the sweat was slick and lubricating, allowing the rubber to slip over his skin more easily. It tightened, cupping his pectorals, squeezing his abdominals.

Lance's memories twisted further. He'd been in the ROTC in high school, police academy afterwards. He'd been the perfect pupil during the day, and then at night he'd been the perfect pet. It had been going fine until one of his cases had landed him on the wrong side of a vendor that had sold him his pup gear. His spotless life had taken on a turn in order to keep his secret, but the vendor had been good to him, treating him with the finest gear and kibble... and Lance did love being a dog so much.

A creaking sound came from beneath the desk as the officer's boots turned from leather to rubber. The steel toe melted inside the material, pressing to the ends, emerging as metal claws as the boot reformed to have individual digits that cupped Lance's toes. The rubber hugged his heels, his ankles, climbing up. It sizzled where it touched his pants, converting them as well even as his shirt turned into a rubber suit that had specific dimples for his nipples, cupping his pecs as they swelled bigger and rounder and fuller.

Kyler moaned, his tongue sliding right through Lance's mind and into his soul, occupying his ears and mouth at the same time. Lance's thoughts got simpler and more focused. Memories of classes and training disappeared. He didn't need all that, he was obedient and loyal, full of duty and eager to protect and serve. He was a good boy, a very good boy... a very horny good boy... a horny dog... a very horny dog...

The demon withdrew his tongue, having planted the perfect seed in fertile soil. He stepped back as Lance stumbled out of his chair, landing roughly on all fours. The officer panted hard, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he groaned. The rubber body suit wasn't just covering his body, it was reshaping and contorting. It sculpted itself over his shoulder muscles, tapering down his sides. The rubber squeezed his ass cheeks apart, hiking them up into the air. As the material changed from cloth to rubber across his chest, his nametag and badge bubbling and melting as they were absorbed.

Lance groaned with shock and confusion as the suit firmed further. The seams and gaps between his shirt, pants and boots had disappeared, turning the rubber outfit into one solid piece. Black strings of rubbery slime slipped down across the back of his hands, lacing between his fingers before latching back onto his wrists. The rubber billowed and spread, coating his fingers before metal claws emerged, formed out of the materials from his badge. The palms widened, broadening outward to make his hands look less human.

Drool dropped from the officer's tongue, though his dark black eyes widened suddenly as a soft, slick peeling sound came. The bulge in the groin of his rubber suit shifted before a long tube descended outward, pulling away from Lance's stomach. He tried to look down to see, but as he lowered his head it gave the rubber a chance to climb up over his neck, advancing quickly. The officer's tainted mind considered how much better this was than his hood as the rubber hugged his chin, his cheeks, his ears and his scalp.

The black material swept up over the back of his head, obscuring his well manicured hair. It closed in on his face from all sides, dribbling down over his forehead. The black goo climbed up over his mouth, covering it up. It slipped over his nose next, then the black rubber came up to the edges of his black eyes and covered them as well. For a moment Lance looked like some strange kind of rubbery mannequin or cpr dummy, but the black rubber was doing more than covering him - it was reshaping him.

The rubber creaked and groaned as it began to compress, contract and stretch. It reshaped the flesh and bone inside, reorienting it. Joints gave muffled pops, muscle groups were massaged and coaxed around. As some of Lance's body was squeezed to be smaller, other parts grew. The curve of his back adjusted as his hind legs shortened, allowing him to drag his hind paws up and stand on them rather than his knees. His overbuilt shoulders tilted as well, his elbow shifting next.

Kyler watched with a bit of awe as Lance was turned into a police dog of sorts. More pops and snaps came as the human's skull was squeezed and molded, pushed forward, stretching out into a muzzle. The light glinted off the rubber as tall pointed black ears rose up from the sides of his head. His muscled bubble butt waggled with glee, but all that shaking had to go somewhere. The rubber tube beneath his stomach was wobbling back and forth, growing fatter and longer by the second.

The seed the demon had planted had taken root, reshaping Lance's life. New memories and new realities wrote themselves into his past and the world as a whole. He remembered when he'd fucked another rubber pup for the first time, soon being known in circles for being a stud. Every time he did, his cock grew a bit bigger and longer. It had been a reward enough on its own but then his master had given him treats and pets and told him what a good dog he was. Lance's claws scraped the floor as he stretched, craning his neck as it elongated. Every muscle reshaped, connecting his canine head to the trunk of his shifted body.

It had been more than just magical how the rubber had reshaped and reformed the officer's body. It had remolded him like clay, creating a new being with intelligence higher than any canine but thoughts a bit simpler than that of a human weighed down by the complications of a normal life. That molding had started vague and widespread, but as his appendages took on their final form, the pressure focused and narrowed, honing itself to ever more specific reaches. The last cracking and crinkling of bone and tissue settled, leaving the black rubber to focus on its final and most important target.

The material covering Lance's eyes was glassy and black, transparent but seamlessly blending into the rest of his canine muzzle. It made it impossible to see his eyes roll into the back of his head as his cock began to get squeezed and pressed and tugged and pulled. It was like some kind of reverse hand job, tugging at his cock from base to tip, stretching it out longer, pulling it wider, making it wobble and bob. It was as stiff as a board; heavy, and yet strong enough to stay upright. It pushed out past where his navel had been, then his sternum, then his collar bone.

All the extra conserved from Lance's changing physiology was pushed there, settling between his four legs. His maw stretched and black drool spluttered out as rubbery fangs and a black tongue emerged, the dog panting with glee. As soon as he got enough breath and closed his mouth, the seam disappeared again. He was rubber from the top of his pointed ears to his muscled hing quarters. Within moments the tip of his humongous cock began protruding out from his front legs. He was hung like a horse in more ways than one, equipped with a weapon far outclassing what he had any right to wield... but it was done. Kyler reached down and gave the rubber dog a pat rather than a pet. There was no fur to stroke exactly. He looked down and the dog looked up, waggling the rubbery tail that had formed.

"Well, I think you'll make a fine guard dog for Jiro's property. We better get down to business." Kyler said, his lips broadening into a grin as the other prisoners emerged from the holding area, each one a testament to Kyler's corruptive power. Every soul tainted gave him more strength and influence. Before long their short stint of hard time would lead to an eternity of pleasure and power. Kyler turned, leaving Jacob and Jiro to flank either side of him with Lance coming up the rear. They strode out of the police station as the sun finally set and the shadows began to climb up the walls, rusting the bars and staining the surfaces with graffiti. It was a police station no more.