	Its been days now and there's been no sign of your quarry. You had been hunting them for a while and with no leads to go on you can feel worry settling in your stomach. You're Valla the Demon Hunter and you've been hunting a demon, one of the more dangerous ones at that. A message had come for you, detailing foreboding omens in a small town, animals fleeing the town and the ones that stayed ending up slaughtered. If that wasn't bad enough there had been a disappearance, a family's daughter had gone missing. Normally if a demon infiltrated a town you'd have to hurry, but this is worse than that, everything points to a cult and one finishing the rituals needed to bring in one of their "idols". You had rushed to the town but...everything's entirely normal. If a cult had the backing of a demon they'd usurp the town but as far as you can tell there wasn't even a cult to begin with.
	Regardless, its been a long day, your prying for information from villagers has made them distant to you and only made each day of hunting more stressful than the last, you anger boiling under your skin. Can't they understand you're here to help?! "Grrr..." You gnash your teeth, trying to bring your rage under control, a passerby hurries their step to get away from you. You need to unwind before you finally snap and make a mistake, thankfully you can spot people filtering in towards the local tavern, some drinks will do you good.
	The smell of desperation and alcohol hits your nose as you enter, the tavern already starting to fill up with drunkards who can barely hold their drinks. Your bad reputation comes in handy for once, people parting as you pass and head for the bar. Behind the counter stands a being far too large to be a man, more like a shaved bear, the spreading of the packed crowd makes his eyes settle on your approaching form. "Tha' local bad apple come ta' finally drill lil ol' me? You'll find me a' harder nut ta' crack than that lad ya brought ta' tears today!" The bartender lets out a guffaw, slapping an open hand down on his counter, his laugh spreading to those seated near him. His laughter slowly trails off, one of his hands wiping a tear from his cheek, before he flashes a smile down at you, your glare not seeming to even phase him.
	"You can laugh for now, but if I fail my task then there will be nothing to smile about anymore." Your response is more terse than you'd intended, but the bartender keeps his smile. One of his gigantic fists grabs a glass from behind the counter and fills it up as you take a seat at the bar.
	"Oh I know how it is lass, this ain't tha' first spot o' trouble tha' towns been in. 'Ere, first drinks on tha' house." He sets the filled glass down before you, a deep auburn liquid resting inside of it. "Now jus' holla if ya need me." The giant of a man gives you a nod before returning to his other customers, happily chatting away with them.
	Lifting the glass you take a sip and immediately find yourself pleased, a sweet tinge to the drink as it pours down your throat and scorches your belly. You muse about asking the bartender for the name of the drink later, it'd definitely make the nights of travel more tolerable. Sipping at your drink you scan the crowd, even now you hunt for signs of demonic taint, but everything continues to be as plain as a building full of drunks can be. Curiously enough a crowd seems to be growing in the corner, people moving away from their seats and getting up to watch something, this could be the break you've been waiting for.
	You slam the rest of the drink down your throat before raising from your seat, bringing a light buzz at the back of your head but nothing you can't handle. As you reach the crowd you begin to notice a change, unlike the crowding at the bar these people are so enraptured with what they're seeing they don't make way for your approach. It takes some effort but you shove enough people out of the way to get a good view, and find yourself immediately disappointed. A small box is set up as a heavily dressed...man(?) stands upon it and waves about what looks like a child's toy wand. In front of him sits two people, blank looks on their faces as they stare mindlessly ahead. "And now, I shall release them from my hold and become naught but mere animals!" The magician lifts his hands into the air, and fumbles his fingers, failing to snap his fingers several times until he gets it right. There's an instant response in his two volunteers, one letting out two quick barks before getting on their hands and knees to shake their bum, while the other lets out a forced purr before licking the back of their hand and rubbing their face.
	The crowd seems to love it, and you can feel annoyance growing inside of you. It's so clear that he just planted some people in the crowd, and they aren't even good actors at that. The magician raises his hands again, about to try snapping his fingers again before deciding to clap instead. "And now...you are free!" 
	The hypnotized duo stop what they're doing, shooting each other a look and a nod before standing up and congratulating the magician. "Wow, how'd you do that, I really thought I was a dog!" Your face finds its way into your hand as far too much praise is given to the magic performer. The clothed figure taking bows on his box as the crowd's applauses his performance.
	A hand shoots up and the clapping stops instantly, the magician pulling himself back upright. "Now do I have any other volunteers in the crowd today?" His voice far too smug for your liking after that abomination of an act you just witnessed.
	"Try me 'magician', you'll find me a worthy challenge." The crowd around you begins to part, your voice making those nearby realize just who they were nestled up to. Curiously enough you can't even hear a single breathe as well, worried looks flashing between you and the small magic man you're facing down.
	"Ah yes, an adventurer! Come, seat yourself upon my throne and I shall work my magic!" To his credit the hypnotist doesn't miss a beat, stepping down from his box and motioning you towards it. Taking his invitation you move from the threshold of the crowd and seat yourself upon the upturned crate, the performer now filling your vision as he steps in front of you. A cheap watch swings out from the palm of his hand and swings back and forth before you, the dull metal looking as though it's on the verge of rust. "You are getting sleepy, very very sleepy...You find yourself wanting to give in to my commands." Taking on a monotone voice he begins to drone on, boring you to your core. "Yes, you want nothing more than to listen to me...After my performance you will seek me out of your own free will, and we will find the demon together..." You almost miss what he's saying but you perk up at the mention of the demon, it's laughable to think that this fool would know how to find it but, you're desperate for information at this point. You mull over the thought for a second, and close your eyes in concentration, until someone claps very loudly next to your ears, making your eyes shoot open in a fury. "And you are released from my control!"
	The crowd explodes into applause, the same faces that were hiding back fear a few seconds ago now cheering loudly. You didn't do anything but you suppose that's enough for a town, seeing public enemy number one sit down on a box and get talked down to. Glancing down at the magician as you rise from the box he gives you a nod, one you return as you leave the "stage", people still parting as you pass.
	You spend the next hour at the bar, casting a glance over near the magician's crowd every few minutes, seeing if anything else develops. Unfortunately nothing happens, the bartender happy enough to grant you a water to drink at no cost so you at least have something to sip at. The crowd slowly disperses, some of the viewers hurrying forward to shake hands with the magician, no doubt showering him with more undeserved compliments, a part of yourself jealous that your demon hunting never earns you adoration quite like that. But you push that thought away easily enough as the small man walks by you, giving you a wink for a sign. Getting up you follow him as he heads towards the nearby inn, the moon now hanging heavy in the sky but also granting you enough light to keep track of your mark. People seem to ignore the two of you as you pass, no one hassling you as you follow the magician up a flight up stairs to his room at the inn. With a hop he manages to slide his key inside of the lock, and then pull open the door, ushering you inside.
	"Please take a seat, we have much to discuss." He hurries in after you, sliding a chair out from a small table for you before running over to a bag in the corner. Taking your seat you gaze around the room, the magician having spent quite some time here, things hes collected littering the table or hanging from the wall. "Ah we haven't been introduced have we? I'm Valdus, travelling entertainer!" As you gaze at a trinket that's been nailed to the wall you fail to notice the small man seating himself across from you.
	"My name is Valla, I hunt demons, which you presumably already know." Just like before, venom enters your voice without you meaning to be quite so...hostile.
	"Yes, yes, Valla. I've heard a lot about you, my cousin met you before you know?" He happily chatters along as he unfolds the bundle he pulled from the corner of his room.
	"Just what does that have to do about the demon?!" This time your hostility is intended, the small man's beating around the bush finally pressing your buttons.
	"Well...you're speaking to him." The guise the magician wears fades away, a predator grin growing across his face. You tense up and try to leap out of your seat, but can't seem to move an inch. "Is something wrong Valla dear? Could it be the hypnosis I put you under bothering you?" Fury boils in your stomach, you had fallen into a trap. This entire adventure had most likely been a trap, this demon no doubt holding a grudge. "I was pretty torn when I found out poor little Valdraxxis had been done away with, but why soak in misery when you can share it?" As more clothing comes off Valdus, you see more of the taint, you can't sure whether he's a man bent to possession or a demon throughout. 
	You gnash your teeth at the small demon's goading, "And I'll slay you just as well as I did your kin!" Thrashing against your psychological bonds you can feel them give an inch away. Valdus content to continue to smile at you, his gaze turning darker all the while.
	"Oooh this will be fun..." The small progress you made in freeing yourself instantly vanishes, as does most of the room. The table set before you vanishing as well as the clutter, the bed turning into a pile of splinters and the pristine glass of the window now shattered. The realization of the depth of his hypnotic control over you makes your blood run cold, the inn room slowly turning into the remains of a forgotten shack, one you've seen outside of the village plenty of times but never investigated.
	"Just...what is that smell, Valla? Have you not been washing?" The tingling of your skin turning into a sensation of grease coating your skin. "Hmm, nah not there anyways." The sensation of greasy skin instantly disappearing as Valdus toys with you. You've been in situations similar, you just need to steel yourself. "Just what is happening down here anyways?" A finger pokes down at your crotch, stroking your most sensitive area, but still you ignore him, whatever he intended not affecting you. He lets out a growl at your resistance, your ability to fight upsetting him. With a snap your arms come free from their hold, and you leap at him, slamming him down onto the ground, a fist closed around his throat. He struggles against your grasp until he quite literally disappears from your grasp, "Alright enough of that then!"
	A clap sounds out and you find yourself back in your seat, arms at your sides. You're about to grow despondent as you realize the last few seconds never happened, until you notice the frazzled look upon Valdus' face. The fact that you can still get to him making you grow more confident. "Your eyes grow rude and arrogant Valla, instead of focusing on choking me, you should be handling that." The corrupted magician points an accusatory finger at you, right at your crotch. Where your pussy was sits a man's cock, the gigantic flesh easily bloated to the length of 28 inches. The sight shocks you at first, but you're beginning to learn better.
	"You can't trick me forever." You lean back in your chair, content that you've figured out this illusion.
	"Oh is that why you're so intent and jerking off in front of me, Valla?" Only then you realize where your hands are, one gripped around the base of the phantom cock, as another runs up and down the length. Try as hard as you can, you can't seem to pull your hands away from your cock, the chains that once held them at your sides now holding them onto your length. A faint hint of pleasure starting to worm into you, but you manage to block it out. 
	"Don't try to lie to me Valdus, you and I both know none of this is happening." You hiss your words out between your teeth, holding back your rage as one of your hands cups your ballsack. Your package too large to hold in one hand and flowing out of your palm as you cup it. Even with your hands ministrations you continue to block out any pleasure, your hands beginning to slow. "Only a demon would find something like this pleasurable, you freak."
	Still your words don't seem to phase him anymore, Valdus smiling back at you. "What do you mean? You've always had that, why you're quite proud of it if I remember. How proud you were of having such a huge cock even as a little girl." The mental wall you had built up  suddenly cracks, a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body, the feeling of warm hard flesh where your pussy should be suddenly filling your mind. Y-yes, you remember now, how you were worried as a child when you had your first erection. Your rage begins to grow again as you come to the conclusion that Valdus made you forget such an important part of you. More pleasure beginning to fill your mind as your cock twitches in response to your grip tightening and loosening around the base.
	"Phew, you really smell thought Vallas dear, have you not been washing your ballsack again? That scent is putrid!" You let out a moan as you smell your musk in the air. The hand around the base of your cock now pumping it, squeezing out spurts of pre as you run your other hand across your package. You squeeze one of your testes, feeling the sweat along your sack, a strong salty scent in the air due to your days of travel without washing. 
	"Y-you'll never control me V-VALDUS!!" You groan out your defiance as you feel a pulse run through your cock, a large dollop of pre squirting from your cock's head. Before it can run down the length of your flesh you lean over and swallow the pre, tasting the musky liquid and swishing it around your mouth. "And you failed to steal my c-cock from me!"
	"Yes, yes I did. I was a fool to try and take away your reason for living, your sweaty, musky cock. The same one you dream of using to fill up everyone you hold dear, making them bloated with your cum. Why a pussy doesn't deserve to take its place." Valdus' admittance of defeat fills you with pleasure, your hands jerking even faster, a heat growing inside of you. Gripping your cock as strongly as you can with both your hands you begin slamming them down to the base, your dick throbbing and your ballsack growing taut up against you.
	"Y-yeah, c-cumming!" Right as you feel your balls beginning to pump away, your urethra stretching wide for the cum about to fly off into the air, everything stops. The musk in the air disappears, your hands are back at your sides, your cock and balls gone as well. Your entire reason for living simply vanished just as you were about to shoot your load. "W-why? Wh-where'd my cock go!?" A frantic edge fills your voice, you were so close to the best sensation of your life.
	"Hm, looks like you were too strong for me Valla. You broke my illusion at the end." Valdus gives a disappointed sigh, letting his shoulders hang low, before reaching down and bundling himself back up. "Though you have won, it seems to be a hollow victory~." Reaching into his sleeve he pulls out an orb, wisps of energy flowing around it, and inside you see a man's genitals. No, you see your cock, trapped inside of a magic prison.
	Terror fills you as you realize what just happened, how you had managed to best this demon but he had still stolen away a piece of you. That you had even been fooled into believing you had a pussy between your legs instead of your beloved cock. The worst part is...you still feel it, the burning sensation of being on the brink of orgasm, the faint throbbing of your length. You need to finish what you started. "P-please, Valdus, give me back my cock! I-I need it!"
	The demon perks up at your cry for release, "Well...I suppose I could. Just remember, you asked for this." He steps close to you as you squirm in your seat, magic flitting around his hand before he plunges his fist towards your crotch. The nerves underneath your skin cry out in pleasure as you feel the magic work, knitting flesh together and adding to it, a shiver working its way up your body as you're gifted the flesh that had been stolen from you. As Valdus steps away you quickly look at your dick, only to be disappointed. Instead of your amazing 28 inches, a tiny length of barely 4 inches looks back at you, and beneath that an equally tiny package hangs. "Oh, well close enough I suppose. Have fun, Valla~."
	"W-WAIT! Is this a joke!? Where is all it? You know what I asked for!" You reach out and grab the demon's shoulder, twirling him to face you again. "I asked for my length back, not a child's one instead!"
	He lets out a small chuckle, "Fine. Fine. I should know better than to try and fool you Valla. It will grow but you need to do something for it..." Valdus leans over and grasps around your flesh, the sensation of someone else's hand against your cock making you freeze up in ecstasy. Slowly he jerks your shaft up and down, your blood pumping down to it and making it feel hard as steel, "To get your length where you want it to be you have to stretch it out, just like this. But that's not all." You let out a whine as his hand leaves your cock, the small pole dribbling pre out onto your seat. "You need an audience as well."
	After those words he simply vanishes, leaving you seated in the ruined sack, your girth hanging from your pants, his advice echoing in your head. Slowly you rise from your chair, step through the rotted door frame and head back towards the tavern. People slowly filter out from the establishment, no doubt having drank their fill tonight, each one headed towards the town square. You step in front of their path, resting your rear upon the edge of a well in the town square, and get to work. Biting your bottom lip, you hold back squeals and moans of pleasure, your hand running up and down your tiny cock. Even with such a small sack you seem to have an excess of pre to lube up your jerking, and with one hand free you softly knead your chest, roughly squeezing them in bursts and alternating to flick at your tits. Spreading your legs further apart you can feel your length tensing up as your first orgasm approaches, and you begin to start openly moaning. "Oi, isn't that the demon hunter? What's she doin'?"
	Your eyes are closed in concentration as you work towards an orgasm, blocking out the sight of people drawing near your display of self-pleasure, but the knowledge that they're watching you jerk off fills you with pleasure. "She's fuckin' masturbating!" A shout of dismay sounds out from a drunkard, and you can hear some nearby gasps, but no one moves to interrupt you. Your balls grow taut up against your flesh and your cock twitches as you fire off your first ever spray of ejaculate. Your ears are pounding but you can still make out the sound of your jizz hitting the ground, and a light murmur rumbling through the crowd watching you.
	Panting heavily you can feel your hands being forced open, at first you thought someone had come over to stop you, but peeking an eye open you see only a crowd keeping a distance from you. A jolt of pleasure runs along your length as you realize what's happening, the cock in your hand thickening and growing longer, along with your package underneath seeming to inflate. Soon the paltry 4 inches you started with has ballooned to a respectable 10 inches, but that's not enough, you want all those inches back.
	You let out a sigh before bringing your hand back down the length of your cock, making your balls bounce as you slam your fist up and down. Your other hand continues to abuse your rack, before settling on your left breast, squeezing and groping it while a finger flicks at your nub. The cum from your previous orgasm helps you lube up your shaft for round 2 as well, your hand slipping and sliding across your manly flesh. Looking back into the crowd you see some faces of fear looking back, but among them are heavy blushes, people getting turned on by your display of debauchery. Gripping the base of your cock you thrust in and out of the vice you created, your balls filling the town square with the sound of them slapping against your stone seat. "Ooh yeah...~" Moaning out you wink at the crowd, the blushes you spotted earlier spreading, while other looks of disgust grow. 
	The familiar sensation of your sack growing taut warns you of an impending orgasm. You halt your thrusting and instead lean back in your seat, furiously bringing your fist up and down your shaft again as it grows warmer and harder. "Mmf, just gotta...spray my...dick ch-cheese!!" It feels as though your entire body is shaking as you fire out more cum, far greater and harder than before. Each burst of cum seems to hang in the air before landing back onto the ground with a disgustingly thick splat. But its over far too soon, your orgasm dying down and your cock simply leaking out the last bits of your jizz instead of shooting it out.
	Another jolt runs through you, as your cock starts to grow again, far greater than the last growth spurt as well. Going from 10 inches your cock seems to snake out, doubling and then continuing to grow, all the way to the length Valdus had given you before. Beneath that you feel more of your package rubbing up against stone as it too expands, the orbs inside growing heavy with cum and making your sack hang lower than even before. No one in the village moves a muscle as you sit there, panting heavily, your musk now spreading through the town square. You sit with your legs far apart, displaying your inhuman shaft and ballsack to everyone gathered. Just as people begin to work up their nerve to do something, both of your hands meet on your shaft and a "schlick" begins to fill the air.
	Getting up from your seat you pound your fists up and down on your cock like before, but barely able to fit your hands around your length. Steadying yourself you begin to thrust into your hands as well, spraying your pre everywhere in between thrusts. Your pendulous balls swing back and forth as you abuse your cock, their movement spreading the stench of your cock faster and heavier than before, sweat beginning to run down their length and drop on the ground. "Oooh, y-yeah. G-gotta lotta rancid cum f-for you people!!" You can't control your words as you pleasure yourself in front of the village, one hand fondling the head of your cock, making sure to stroke the frenulum, while the other gropes at the base of your length again. Your body's a mess, covered in sweat that drips down and soaks your clothing as you slap your meaty cock in between your hands, your exertion making your smell grow even stronger, getting you drunk on it. Reaching a hand down you squeeze your package as hard as you can, grabbing one of your balls and squirting out more pre from your cockhead. Soon you start growing hot as you feel your final orgasm near, moving both hands back onto your cock you furiously stroke yourself, struggling to keep your hardening length from slapping your chest. Your two cum factories starting to pump more and more sperm into your sack as it grows taut up against your thighs. "C-Cuuuummiiiinnngg!!" Your largest load yet fires from your cock, the thick white liquid being pumped through your shaft with disgustingly loud squelching. The knowledge that people are still watching you, allowing you to do this, eggs on your orgasm, your balls pumping out more and more cum. Thick globs of nut-juice land down around you, the crowd still stunned at your display until one of your shots lands on top of a woman's head. All hell breaks loose as people begin running from you, the woman you coated using some nearby bucket to wash it out before running away herself, but she only ends up getting splattered with more cum raining from the sky. Finally, the burning urge to cum leaves you, the fact you've regained your cock giving you an inner piece of sorts.
	Running a finger across your shaft you catch some of your ejaculate, letting it slide off your finger and into your mouth, letting the overwhelming taste settle upon your tongue. Something inside of you snaps at that moment, all the tampering done to your brain fades away and you remember who you truly are. Valdus...Valdus played you, a horrible chill runs down your spine as you realize what you've done. You accepted demon taint into your body, all for fake memories of pleasure, and then you encouraged the taint to grow, to thrive inside of you. It feels like you could puke, knowing that you've betrayed your teachings, but a shiver from your cock distracts you. The pleasure of having such a long, bestial, cock returns to you, the smell as well. Your cock and package begin to rumble, the length of your dick being added to as your ballsack continues to swell. You want to scream, damn these appendages stuck to you but it feels too good as they continue to grow. Your girth beginning to take on a red hue instead of your peach skin, your balls changing color as well as they grow so large they rest on the ground. The growth edges on pain but that only brings you pleasure as well, your balls rumbling as they grow and spurt more cum into your sack, and your cock flaring out, its veins becoming bulbous and filled with blood as your length turns dark red. "N-nyooooohhHH!!" What starts as a denial turns into a moan of pleasure, as two horns grow out from your head, and a spaded tail comes out of your rear, wrapping around your ballsack and squeezing it firmly. Your body slowly shifting into a form more suited for pleasure as the shrill laughter of Valdus echoes on the wind.