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Hypnovember 2023 Day 18: Corruption

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: Anonymous

Flying above Metropolis, Superman couldn't help but smile down upon the city, feeling his love for the city and those who lived in it. The superhero loved mankind as a whole, despite its numerous flaws, but he couldn't help but love the place where he lived just a tiny bit more. This was a fact that he would admit to no one, though the people of Metropolis certainly loved him in kind, and today was no different as he flew past a building and received several cheers and waves from those within the building. All in all, today was a good day, nothing out of the ordinary... well, except for an apparently nude man standing on top of a building "This should be interesting," Superman said to himself, flying towards the individual in question.

Landing on top of the building, Superman now reevaluated his opinion of the individual, it was not merely a nude man, but rather a satyr. He hadn't seen one before himself, but he'd read enough folk lore to understand the concept. He was a surprisingly tall man with a hairy chest, a pair of tall horns poking to the sides of his quaffed red hair, and his legs were those of a goat. Between his legs were a pair of surprisingly large balls and an equally large manhood, all left to hang out, and he beamed brilliantly as he stared upon Superman. "Ah, Superman, am I ever so glad for you to come and meet me here!" he said in a rich baritone, his ears twitching as he spoke.

"I am glad to meet you...?" Superman asked, cocking his head as he awaited a name to go with this strange newcomer.

"You may call me Pan, for I am soon to be the satyr god of this fine city of Metropolis, though the first thing to change after its residents is the name. I'm thinking... Panopolis, good name, don't you think?" the satyr asked, giving another brilliant smile.

The satyr's words caused Superman to look at him in a new light, this satyr's claim of godhood didn't sit well with him, even less so when he explained how he planned to change the city's people? "I'm sorry, Pan, but I think we're at a bit of an impasse here. Metropolis is not a city to be claimed, its people are its own, and I am here to ensure their safety. I do apologize, but I think it would be best if you were to leave." He walked forward with authority, having nothing to fear from this strange beastman, not sensing any kryptonite upon his person.

"Oh, don't you worry, Superman, you will be aiding me in ensuring their wellbeing," Pan said, grinning wide as the superhero drew close. The closer Superman got, the most he caught the whiff of a pungent scent... an extremely musky scent. "For you see, I aim to change all of the people here into satyrs such as myself, starting with you!"

"Don't be... ridiculous..." Superman started, though his words stuttered as his mind was flooded with the powerful scent filling the air. "Good lord... what is that... smell?" The kryptonian's mouth oddly started to water at the powerful scent, it was appealing in an odd way, and his cock started to stir within his tights.

Pan cupped under his large rotund balls, encircled by the goat fur, a large hairy sack that strangely started to call to the humanoid alien. "It's my godly scent, Superman, and it is a powerful aphrodisiac that calls to any and all who smell its glory. Why don't you lean in closer for a good whiff?"

Attempting to step back, Superman's face scrunched up even as his eyes grew increasingly glazed, his mind ablaze with that addictive scent. "No... I am... I am the protector of Metropolis, I will not..." He took a step forward... and then another, his cock was so damn hard, tenting the material of his suit. "Maybe... maybe just one sniff?" he moaned, falling to his knees before Pan's massive cock.

Pan set his head upon the superhero's head, almost like he was giving a benediction as he pulled Superman's face in between his thighs and slammed it into his massive nuts. They were soaked with a mix of sweat and old semen, they reeked of sex, and Superman was unable to prevent himself from breathing in the odor. "It... it smells..." Superman moaned, his cock now dribbling pre into his suit, and there was something more... his body felt... warm.

"Why don't you give them a lick? My supplicants have said that it tastes even better than it smells," Pan offered, the suggestion seeming wholy logical when he put it like that. Superman's head was starting to itch, unaware that his normally short hair was starting to grow out, a pair of nubs starting to form upon his head as well. The superhero started to lick at the balls, getting plenty of sweat on his tongue along with some flavor of the satyr god's dried up cum.

"Oh, God..." Superman moaned, shuddering as his body throbbed with heat, his mind slammed into by the powerful corruptive force that was Pan. His chair swelled with new growth, his normally toned physique growing more muscular, his chest hair starting to grow at an enhanced rate, his legs starting to contort and creak as they started to appear more like the satyr's own. "Pan... what are you...?" He couldn't stop himself from digging in deeper into those glorious nuts, his mind being wrecked by their odor, the sweat, the pure sexiness of the god.

"There you go, give in, submit to my godliness," Pan moaned, feeling the superhero's psyche being subverted, an aura starting to form around the god himself. His power grew whenever he received a new follower, and Superman made for an amazing follower. Even now he could feel new powers flowing into him, the power of flight, increased strength, it wasn't nearly as much as the superhero's, but he now received the benefits from his new follower.

Superman's outfit ripped around his ass as his new tail whipped out with the sound of a whipcrack, the force of the swing causing the cement to crack under him. His own balls swelled, a new enhanced cock swinging between his legs as he stroked it, his expression completely lost as he gloried in his god's beautiful manhood. Pan's hands wrapped around the changing man's growing horns, forcing his cock into Superman's mouth as he started to fuck him.

The hero's values and morals were being twisted like playdoh, the corruption flowing through him as he sucked off the satyr god. Pan was his god, and Metropolis would be much better in his image. Already he could see all of the people within the city, satyrs like he'd become, all basking in their god's glory, and all he had to do was aid his god in spreading the good musky word. His own body would start to produce its own musk, able to spread the word of Pan, he orgasmed before Pan did.

By the time Pan came into the kryptonian's mouth, Superman was no more, Supersatyr stood up moments later, just as nude as his god save for a remaining cape strapped around his neck. "My god, thank you so much for sharing your gift with me," Supersatyr praised, licking the cum still remaining around his mouth. Even after cumming, he was still erect, and would be so for the rest of his existence for he was a creature of sex and sin now.

"Of course, I'm so glad to have you join my believers," Pan purred, running a hand over the hairy chest of the superhero. Whatever he might say next was cut off as the door to the roof was flung open, a couple of men running out.

"What's going on up here?!" one of them shouted, and then they both froze as they saw the pair of satyrs standing there.

"I can handle this, sir," Supersatyr said, stepping forward, his new hooves clopping as he smiled beatifically upon them. "Be thankful, you shall be some of the first to worship our god's smelly balls!" Neither of the men made it a step away before they were both grabbed by the corrupted superhero and dragged before the satyr, neither able to resist his corruptive stench as they started to morph before him, their eyes dimming, and all the while Supersatyr watched on in pride, unaware of his own fall from grace.