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Devi's escape from the archives could only come at the slime's whim. After imprisoning him within her bodily gelatin he was but a shadow of his former self, without any of the statuesque sex organs that had crowned him as the prince of depravity. The once Olympian column of flesh he had called a penis was now but a button clotted above the root of his balls whose great rotundity had collapsed into something like marbles. His slim trunk had been bloated by a flood of cum, produced by his own balls and supplied by the slime who had captured him. Not even his seductive face was spared. Pouty, pink lips once capable of the most honeyed words were now stretched out into a pucker, a full foot in front of his face, pulling on every other facial feature and providing him with the perfect dick sucker.

For his skills in body transformation, he was powerless to break past the nullification ring stuck to the root of his dick and balls. It was the reason he had teleported to the archives in the first place; his desperate search for something to stop a spell that had backfired and turned his penis into the paltry nub it was now. It was his luck that he ran into the slime and was duly punished for his transgressions. Instead of halting the theft of his cock size, all he did was ensure that it would stay puny and that there was nothing he could do to fix his bimbofied presentation.

After being teleported to his home and told never to come back, he tried desperately to at least mitigate the humiliating effects. Standing before the mirror he listed the many changes to his body. There was the puckered stretch of his lips combined with the motherly swell of his tits and elongated nipples. His gut still sloshed with his every movement, the cum inside requiring a nasty ejection sometime soon. Lastly was the pathetic shape of his manhood. Just hours ago it had been the envy of man and demon alike, hanging between his explosive thighs like a trio of wrecking balls. Now, if not for the ring squeezing his junk out, he could've passed for a woman.

Worse still was his voice. He could speak, yes, but his voice was something woefully strained and laughably high-pitched. It sounded like he was trying to speak through a vuvuzela. Saying "Aaaaaah" came out as "Eeeeeeeeeh". The responding "Oh my God..." sounded more like a "Ew meh Gehd..." He put his fingers to his neck, finding that his Adam's apple had disappeared, placing his pitch into a permanent woman's voice. "Fuck!" cried the demon, it sounding like "Fook!"

He wasn't totally without hope. There were spells that could blanket a person's appearance and replace it with something preferable. These did not require too much magic that the nullification ring would halt it. It was basic enough that even the most novice of magicians could perform it, and Devi was a demon. He could do it with his eyes closed. There were similar spells to help with his speech problem, but they couldn't be used at the same time. He could either use a normal voice or use his normal body, not both at the same time. It would certainly be jarring to anyone who saw his handsome face then heard a strained, pinched voice come out of him. However, it wouldn't be nearly as upsetting as seeing him in his twisted new shape. It was settled: he would use the visual spell.

His decision could not have come at a better time. Devi's title as prince of depravity earned him a station in some of the realm's premier orgies. This was the place where men and women of the highest stratas in life came to shed their purities in favor of the most sinful pleasures. Every kink was experienced, every button pushed, every dream satisfied. There was no husband or wife, brother or sister, faithful or unfaithful. Only a pit of orifices to be filled and fluids to be jettisoned.

He attended the next orgy. It didn't go well. The spell he had put on to look like his former self was broken by an incident with a woman. Just like that, everyone saw what he had become. His bastardized physique and shriveled cock were mocked relentlessly. Most attendees thought it was some kind of joke he was pulling. Upon finding out that it wasn't they either laughed at him or expressed their revulsion. He left completely disgraced, his head bowed by the weight of his shame, keeping his sucker lips tucked between his swollen moobs. Alongside his withering pride was a deep rage. He was going to see that slime again and get his body back. He would be better prepared this time. He wasn't going to let her fuck him over any worse than she already had.

But first he had to get back to the castle. With the nullification ring around his cock and balls, he could not summon another teleportation portal. He would need outside help. In a rare stroke of fortune he found out that one of the orgy attendees was an advisor at the castle. He had access to many of its restricted areas including the archives. Devi wrote to him asking for help. The advisor was sympathetic to his plight and agreed to let him into the archives, so long as Devi promised to keep a visual spell up and not arouse any suspicion. Devi agreed.

The advisor escorted Devi to the castle and then to the door that led to the archive staircase. Devi was draped in a large cloak that hid his grotesque body, leaving his head exposed but disguised by a visual spell. The advisor opened the door for him, revealing a winding staircase lit by a grim procession of softly crackling torches. The advisor wished him good luck. Devi grunted and walked through.

The door was closed behind him as he descended to the basement archives. The staircase came to an end on an open doorway that reintroduced him to the place of his ultimate humiliation. He looked around the many tables and shelves that were lined with precious artifacts. He remembered running along them last time in a frantic search for the nullification ring. It was eventually given to him, but only after his body had been irreversibly transformed.

He looked around. That slime bitch was nowhere to be seen. That didn't mean she wasn't there, not by a long shot. She had to have been congealed in some corner where he couldn't see her, watching him stand there in the nude with his puny little clit dick. He wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of hearing his ruined voice by calling out to her, at least not yet. He wandered towards the center of the archives, looking around for her, bracing for a sudden appearance at any moment.

He got it once he passed by one of the shelf aisles and saw her leaning on her elbow. She was pretending to inspect her fingernails, pinching the thumb and index fingers together. Her translucent body was nude, covered by not even a single hair, leaving her head and crotch bald. Devi startled at the sight of her before collecting himself and turning to face her. He said nothing, leaving the two of them in silence.

She pretended not to notice him, still inspecting her fingernails as if she actually had any. Her lips were puckered when she finally looked up and saw the chunky sex demon. "Oh hey. Didn't see you there. How'd you get in here?"

Devi nodded his head towards the staircase.

"Hm? What was that?" She cupped her ear towards him. "Speak up."

Devi narrowed his eyes angrily.

"Come on. If you wanna tell me you gotta speak. Or can you? That's a visual spell you've got on, no doubt. Last time you had lips fit to suck a walnut through a lead pipe. Drop the illusion. Let me see the real you. Also, something tells me you want that nullification ring off."

Devi nodded, but he did not drop the spell.

"Figured. Well, if you wanna plead your case, you're going to have to say it with your real face on. You're not getting it off just because you want it too. You gotta tell me why it should come off. I don't care how goofy it sounds or looks."

Devi took a deep breath through his nose. With just a thought he deleted the spell, sending the image of what had been his normal face floating off his head as a dissipating cloud of smoke. His pinched whore-face remained in its wake, staring at the slime bitterly. He spoke in a pinched and whiny voice, sounding like he was sticking his mouth inside of a toilet paper roll. "I'm sorry I breached the sanctity of the castle. I come here this time with the permission and aid of a castle subject. I will not say who."

"Don't have to," the slime said. "I'm glad they helped you. Continue."

"I've learned my lesson. I will not seek to alter my body to any greater extremes than it was when I tried that spell. After a great humiliation I can attest that I have truly come to rue breaking into here. I will never do so again, that I will swear on my title as Prince of Depravity."

"Prince of Depravity? Do they still call you that after seeing your tiny dicklet?"

He narrowed his eyes. "The number of people who do has gone down, for certain."

"So the title's vacant, you think? Could a girl like me make a case and take your spot?"

He betrayed his disgust towards the idea with a twitch of his brow. "If you sought to, I think you could."

The slime shook her head and waved it off. "Nah. Not my kind of scene. Besides, that sounds like something only a loser would call himself. No thanks."

Devi took a deep breath. She was simply baiting him, although it would've been a lie to say it didn't work a little. "Then won't you let me reclaim it? I swear to do no wrong with it ever again."

"Ohhhh, I don't know. Lot's of criminals say they've changed and won't hurt again. A promise made, seldomly kept, if ever. Why should I think you will be any different?"

"Because I have so much to gain, my old cock." The word "cock" brought out a shotgun blast of spittle.

The slime laughed. "Oh, you have a lot to gain, that's for sure. Had your cock been that of the common man's you still would have much to gain back. I can only imagine the magnitude of loss you must feel with how big you used to be."

"You have no idea. What if a new criminal comes in that requires the ring? If they had come while I was away, what would you have done?"

She shrugged. "We know where you live. A simple teleportation there would've given us what we needed."

"Would that be enough time to prevent a potential escape? Or would you rather have it here in the archives where you can fetch it readily?"

She twisted her lips. "I suppose that would be wise." She looked at the shelf across from the one she leaned on. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Alright, demon. I'll take the ring off."

His heart fluttered. "You will?"

"Yes, I will, and I'll even go further. I have some items here that will help restore your former shape. Sex toys meant to aid a man in his duties, something I know you're familiar with."

He certainly was. "Will you do something? You made me like this."

"Oh, I'll be there to make sure things go right. Don't you worry."

He narrowed his eyes. "How can I trust you?"

She shrugged. "That's up to you. What other options do you have?"

None, that's how many. "Alright," said Devi, pondering how easy it was to convince the slime. "Let's do it," he said firmly, lisping terribly on the word "let's".

The slime smirked. "That's the spirit. Follow me, I'll show you what I have."

She stood upright then melted suddenly into the floor. From out the bottom of her feet blossomed a thin puddle of that emerald ichor. It slid across the floor like the ripples of a fish prowling the surface of a pond. Devi bounded after it, flopping his tits, ass, and belly. The puddle came to a stop in front of a shelf. There she materialized from the ground like a person on an elevating platform. He came to a stop next to her and saw a lurid assortment of sex toys and accessories. Next to an immaculately crafted dildo was a pair of nipple clamps. Next to that were anal beads and a set of plugs ranging from small to punishingly large.

"This right here is what you need," explained the slime. "A combination of some of these will have you right back to where you used to be."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Don't look so dubious. I have your cure right here, if you would just let me apply them."

"You could take off the ring for me," he said.

"I will, but first you have to trust me before I can trust you, alright?"

He sighed through his nose. "Fine."

"Good. Now let's see what we can put inside of you that'll help." After just a moment of deliberation she reached for one of the larger dildos on the shelf. It was fashioned out of glass, woven through by a double helix of false veins. "This will do nicely for now! Do us both a favor and bend over."

Devi was never the type to turn down a good filling, but coming from the person he hated most made him hesitant. With yet another sigh he took off his cloak, turned around, then bent over, showing her that fat donut of wrinkled pink flesh nestled between his cheeks.

"Theeeeere we go," said the slime. She leveled the dildo with his tail hole. "Try this on for size!"

Shoomp!

Devi jolted. The dildo went right to the hilt behind the slime's forceful shove, aided by Devi's years of rectal abuse. A shiver made his booty jiggle. His penis stiffened out of the ring, letting out a tiny droplet of precum.

The slime wiped her hands together. She liked how her reflection was in the base of the dildo. The inside of his cavity was visible through the glass. "Alight! That should do it."

Devi stood upright, making himself wince as the dildo readjusted in his butt. He turned around, arms crossed. "Alright," he said. "So what now?"

The answer came in the form of a sudden, body-encompassing paralysis. His eyes went wide, the only movement available now that the dildo in his had begun working its magic. The powers spreading through him and laying claim to his faculties were like embers crackling through a field of dry, low cut grass. It slowly pulled his arms down to his sides. Milk began to dribble from his nipples, shooting out in tiny streams from the tips. His erection intensified, sending out a steady drop of watery precum.

He was able to clench his fists hard enough that they shook. The slime shook her head. "Devi, Devi, Devi... You should've known better. Has anyone ever shown mercy to a demon like yourself? What was going to make you any different?" She took a step towards him. "Nothing, that's what. But... I think I can change you up a little bit more. Starting with how our little tool here is going to change you~"

The crackling feeling had latched to Devi's spine like a spreading cap of ice reaching the rim of its surface. He felt it climb each vertebrae like a ladder, that heat spreading with it and making his cock rage. The heat was in his head now, burning his face like an oven until it centered around his lips.

His mouth began to stretch even further than it already had. The entirety of his face lengthened as it struggled to follow the increasing length of his lips. No longer resembling an anteater, his mouth now could function as an elephant trunk. The lips began to droop under their own weight. His protestations mumbled and whimpered through his nose. Every inhale pulled with it a familiar smell, something raunchy and musty. It had been there before, but stood out with a sudden clarity like he had never detected it before. He recognized it at the fleshy, cheesy aroma of his smegma.

His lips seemed to recognize it too. Suddenly they began to fall towards his crotch, independent of his control. "Mmmmmmmm!" he screamed through his nose. His mouth made a beeline for his own cock.. He'd become a fellatian, a beast surviving off nothing but the consumption of cum. "Mmmmmmm! MMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

The slime was watching, cackling behind her mouth. "Yeah, now that's how I pictured you. Trying to suck your own dick there, eh? Typical for you men. I bet you haven't been able to since your dick shrank. Worry no longer! Looks like your about to right now."

And so he did, powerless to stop himself. His mouth found the head of his cock. It gripped it with such force that he thought the suction would emasculate him. It didn't, but was enough to create a body-shattering wave of pleasure that had him orgasming instantly. Cum spewed from his dick, zooming up the tight tunnel of taut lip that led into Devi's jaws and then into his throat.

"Mmmmmmmmm~! Mmmmmmm..." His knees knocked together and started trembling violently. More cum was added to his already tremendous gut. Not as much as last time, but enough to slowly add to his bloat. His nuts shot out as much as they could, but were held back by the suffocating bottleneck that was Devi's miniscule urethra. Forcing cum through it was like seawater pouring through a pinprick on a deepsea submarine. It only intensified the pleasure, drawing out the experience into something torturous.

His balls started to shrink again, but at a much more grinding pace than last time. His fucktube of a mouth sucked and sucked, but found itself dissatisfied by the lack of output and size Devi's dick offered. It popped off rudely, letting fly the thin stream of nut that continued to spew out of him. The trunk of his lips hovered in the air, puckering and unpuckering the lips to "sniff" for something more adequate. It found something on the shelf in the form of a dozen dildos lined up, waiting for his inspection.

His mouth shot forward like a cobra, instantly latching on to the head of a fat black cock made out of rubber. His mouth retracted like a stretched rubber band. The shaft shoomped down his throat, gagging him. His mouth sucked it all the way down to the hilt, forcing the most intense deep throat he'd ever performed. He grabbed it and pulled as hard as he could. Just one tug moved the dildo forward before it snapped back when his fingers slipped. He grabbed at it blindly, his fingers bouncing and scraping across the base. The rubber cock tip was deep in his gullet now, smothering him with its rubbery taste. He couldn't breathe. He was going to suffocate.

At last he got a grip on the base and could pull again. The dildo slid out of his maw like a parasite being ejected from the skin of its host. Devi's eyes were scrunched. When his throat was unplugged he let loose a terrified squeal. The dildo kept rising from his mouth until finally...

POP!

It shot from his lips like a rocket, hitting the floor in front of the slime and bouncing off of her ankles harmlessly. Devi roared through his nose triumphantly, but was cut off when his mouth went right back to the shelf and latched onto yet another dildo. He was ready this time. He grabbed the dildo midway towards his throat and ripped it from his mouth, this time giving it a good chuck across the archives. His mouth was quicker, grabbing another phallus before it too had to be removed. Devi had to repeat the process a total of five times before the last dummy dick was far away from him, leaving his dick-seeking lips to scrunch in the air blindly, hungry for more cock.

The slime nodded. Her arms were held behind her back. "Impressive, very impressive. But can you stop this?" Her arms shot out from behind her and crashed into his mouth. In her hands was a gag dildo that slipped right into his waiting lips and plummeted straight into his throat, silencing him. Any hopes of removing it vanished once the straps whipped around on their own and buckled themselves around the back of his head.

Devi scratched and clawed at it while his mouth sucked on the dildo like a pacifier. Mch-mch-mch-mch-mch.

The slime cackled again. "Good," said the slime. "But let's see what else you can do." She grabbed the nipple clamps off the shelf and snapped them right on the end of his tits.

He yelped as a terrible nip of pain blew out across his chest. It was replaced by a sudden chill that washed over his skin. It was the slime melting her shape onto his chest and covering his skin with that glistening green.

"How about I help you through the process?" Her head lost its definition when it imploded down into her shoulders. The rest of her form sank onto his body, encasing him in cool gelatin. Between his buttcheeks where the dildo was still implanted he felt a fierce burst of sensations that made him cum even harder, strengthening the thin stream of nut that was still sailing out of his peen. She focused on his tits. They started inflating like a balloon on the end of a hose. The build up of milk outpaced the swelling. His lactation escalated into a full blown waterfall that fell in fine lines before thinning out into a blur around the waist. The very tips of his nipples had their fountains contained by the grip of the nipple clamps.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" whimpered the demon. His orgasms were perpetual, each one leading into the next one flawlessly. A fire burned on his nipples, giving a level of pleasure equal to what his cock was going through. Milk dribbled off his volleyball tits. The nipples at their ends continued to grow, going from thin pink noodles to fat, long, brown sausages. The pressure on the clamps was too much. They both shot out like champagne corks. Instead of a bubbly wine there was a white column of milk that arced downwards and splattered on the cobblestone floor.

It put a stop to his breast growth, but not the lactation. His tits were like the marble globes seen outside of museums. Together they were bigger than his cum belly. Suddenly his bosom began to deflate, its supply of milk depleting rapidly.

"Oh no," said the slime, her voice echoing from thin air, it seemed. "Not on my watch." The green covering Devi began to slide across his skin and towards his ass. There was a gurgly draining sound as her body matter began slipping through the tight seal between his asshole and the glass dildo still inside of it. The slime shrank from his body and imploded on his donut where the last drop of her body vanished with a rude thoop!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" squealed the demon. He felt her storm through his innards, winding across every bend and curve before landing in his gut, joining his reserve of cum. He thought he had bloated last time. It was nothing compared to what happened now. At once his belly shot outwards with cartoonish suddenness. His navel popped into an outie. His breasts immediately followed, going from volleyballs to beach balls in a matter of seconds. The flood of man milk grew violent with his nipple tips turning into full blown hoses. White water splattered onto the floor loudly, pooling in front of his knees.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Devi was finished. The Prince of Depravity was no longer a prince by any shape or form, but more than filled out the required level of depravity. His sucker-mouth was still pulling on the throat plug like a cigar, desperate for a load of cum that would never arrive. His gut was at a span greater than his hips and ass, sinking down onto the floor and flattening against it. He had tits just as hyperbolic, their supply of milk unwavering. Amidst it all was his tiny cock, hidden behind his hideous belly but unleashing his cum all the same. It felt amazing. Devi fell to his knees, his eyes rolling into the back of his head out of blinding ecstasy.

His belly jiggled with the slime's laughter. Her voice rang inside of his ears. "Well, well, well. Look at you now. I can't believe it! You're more pathetic than when you came in." There was a deep rumble inside of his belly as her gelatinous form began to settle. "You know, it's awfully comfy here. You've got a nice body, slut." A moment of thought passed. "I wonder..."

Devi's mind was shattered. His head floated on a cloud of delight so high in the air that the oxygen was too thin for his brain to function. His limbs were like rubber. A stranglehold of ecstasy had taken hold of his loins. With eyes uncoupled in their sockets, he saw nothing. A dull ringing in his ears was all he heard. The dildo gag had dominated his mouth. The archives reeked of his bodily product. He was not in control.

The slime meant to take advantage of that. Suddenly his legs began to move from beneath him. He stood up slowly, nearly toppled over, then corrected himself. Dewi rolled his head and shoulders around. He blinked a few times. The whites of his eyes had become a thin lime color. He looked at his hands and balled his fists. Reaching behind his head he undid the gag straps and pulled it free from his lips. They had stopped sucking, but maintained their elephantine shape. The gag hit the floor and bounced. Devi smiled.

"Oh yeah," he said in a voice that wasn't his. "This will work just fine~"

* * *

Devi's presence at the orgies was sorely missed. Abomination that he had become, people liked having him around, not just to mock him but to seek his guidance. Nobody in the world knew how to run an orgy better than he did. However debaucherous the place turned out to be, not having Devi there was like an orchestra without its conductor. It just wasn't the same.

Then someone took his place.

They sure looked like Devi. On their head was a similar set of horns. Hanging from their tale was a tale like he had. The hair on their head was the same color and the timbre of their voice was identical as well. But that's where the similarities ended. Their stomach was inflated to a horrific degree, it being swaddled in a web of blue veins and dashed by a wreath stretch marks. They had breasts to match, sitting on the gut and leaking a perpetual stream of milk. Their mouth had been stretched into a trunk that constantly sniffed the air, snapping at any cock that ventured close. Often a dildo had to be kept handy in order to prevent any unwanted fellating.

Reports were that they came from one of the local castles, though that remained unconfirmed. What was confirmed was the beast's insatiable need for sex and debauchery, one that outmatched even what the lustful Devi wielded. Their mastery of sex toys was unmatched. The ones they brought were all enchanted, sending their users on blind sex rampages or warping their bodies into hideous shapes. The beast felt no remorse, often reveling in the struggles their toys created.

Nobody knew who they were. The beast did not say. But it was clear, a new Prince of Depravity had claimed the throne.

THE END