No More Humans - Prologue
#1 of No More Humans
Prologue of No More Humans
Hi Folks, been on hiatus for a long while due to various personal issues but I'm tentatively back as I get back into writing. I wanted to challenge myself by not only doing a first person story (which I don't do a lot) but also one that deconstructs many transformation tropes and often the unseen consequences of said transformations. Hope you enjoy!
Duke Gray messed up when he performed a ritual with his friends and ended up cursed to become a big, furry, muscled beast with a cock that could split a man's ass cheeks across two states. But this curse is an ironic punishment, reflecting Duke's greatest desires on OTHERS while leaving him deprived of it. Every moment where he cannot satiate his own perverse desires makes the curse stronger and turns others into the beasts he always wanted to be while HE plays the catalyst, the secondary-character, the trigger to their transformations. Sure he cums but he has some of the best sex of his life but how satisfying is it really when the guy you just fucked experienced the euphoric bliss of having their cock grow to be as hard as an I-Beam and twice as thick or to have their muscles balloon out to a point that they could eclipse the sun?
Can Duke overcome the fantasies he's always dreamed of forcing him to change others while he's passed around from man to man like a well-used fleshlight? Does he want to?
Prologue
I fucked up.
It was just meant to be a stupid little gimmick. A night where my buddies and I performed this stupid ritual because we could and reported the following day that absolutely nothing happened. It was one of those really stupid creepypasta-like rituals as well. Stupidly simple but with a ridiculous number of warnings that are meant to scare you. My college buddies and I all scoffed at it but at the same time, we were incredibly drunk when we decided to go through with it.
Maybe it was because we were all about to graduate and go down different paths of our lives and we were desperate for something that we will remember together; a last unifying event that we will carry with us into adulthood. Maybe some part of us actually believed we could make our greatest wishes come true. Or maybe were just really fucking wasted.
All things considered, it was probably a really bad idea to try and perform an eldritch ritual drunk.
How were any of us supposed to know that it would work?
The basement shook like it was desperately trying to contain a hurricane. Jars of preserves, cans of food and various pots and pans flew in a wild tornado of debris. Crimson lightning exploded from the little ceramic bowl where we had made our 'sacrifices', an unearthly red glow emanating from the vessel. Winds howled like a thousand wolves crying for their pack at night while silvery moonlight streamed in from the lone floor-level window onto the bowl.
"Fuck this!" Cave cried. He turned and scrambled up the stairs, yanking the door to the basement open.
"Wait for me!" shouted Joey.
One by one, each of my friends abandoned their positions in the magic circle and shot up the stairs. They shoved and pushed one another to scurry out of the basement. Only Warren turned around and held out his hand towards me.
"Duke! Come on man!" he cried. "Get out of there!"
That's when I really fucked up.
I turned around, hoping to make my escape. The ritual had specifically warned not to turn away from the mirror. After all the rules that had been given that_was the last of them that remained unbroken. I couldn't even take a step away from circle of salt we had drawn in the ground when something hot, wet and stiff jabbed itself into my ass, splitting my cheeks open and lifting me up from the ground. Hot tears streamed from my tears as my ass was violated and my guts were filled with the invasive rod. I tried to scream but what came out was a loud gurgling. My lips were forced open as that very same hot _something pushed up past my diaphragm, up my airways, through my throat and forced its way up the back of my mouth. It pushed my tongue down as it emerged from between my lips.
"Duke!" Warren shouted before the door shut.
On that day, I fucked up and I was cursed.
I remember fearing for my life, thinking how this was it. I was going to die.
But most of all, I remember thinking...
'... Fuck this is a hot way to go.'