Tai is forced to piss uncontrollably in public as supernatural forces turn him into a himbo.
Contains: muscle growth, straight to gay, lots of pissing (I mean insane amounts of pissing), forced exhibitionism, reluctant piss drinking, drooling, himbo-fication, punk-ification, some more gay stuff
==Chapter 1==
Tai stretched, rising from his bed to face a lazy Saturday in nothing but tight, white boxers.
His hands rose to comb through his thick, Japanese hair but to his confusion he touched only skin at the sides of his head – not even stubble.
Tai rubbed his fingers over his scalp. There was a two inch wide strip of his dense, black hair left – a mohawk, running halfway down his head.
The room felt entirely too warm. Heat rose in Tai's chest with the adrenaline.
Who had shaved him? He was alone in this tiny apartment. He hadn't had roommates since graduating last year.
The bathroom mirror confirmed the damage. Tai was smooth, safe for the mohawk. A fucking badass look, yes, but he still wanted an explanation.
Then he inspected the rest of his body. His shaved armpits were smoothed, too. He had never been a hairy guy but now even his calves were hairless. Was it even possible to shave his whole body in his sleep? Had he been drugged?
A quick look into his boxers confirmed that, yes, every hair on him had been mercilessly eradicated. If his dick grew to its full 6 inches it would no longer be framed by his carefully trimmed pubes.
And why was it so hot in here? Sure, he was feeling `heated', but the young man was close to breaking a sweat just standing around.
Tai wandered into the kitchen-cum-living-room to see if anything had been stolen or destroyed. What kind of prankster...?
Everything was normal. Surely, the culprit wasn't hiding somewhere in the crammed, sunlit apartment, ready to pounce?
Tai nervously swallowed. Or tried to anyway. His saliva refused to go down.
"The fuck?" the young man mumbled.
Whoever had done this had gone too far. The heat inside Tai was reaching a point where a drop of sweat ran down his freakishly smooth chest. Was the heat a side effect of the suspected drugging?
"The absolute fuck?" Tai mumbled again, this time drooling from the corner of his mouth. "Oh fuck." He wiped the drool away just to drool some more. "What the cock sucking hell?"
Tai reached for the fully charged phone on the kitchen counter, his naked torso now sweat-glistening in the morning sun.
Finally, Tai checked his notifications, unsure who to ask for advice.
There was a message from an uncle he hadn't seen since childhood. It just said "Call me if anything is weird" with two missed calls from the same number.
Tai dialed his uncle.
The man picked up after the first ringing. "Hello Taisuke. Listen, I'm... I'm sorry, but the bloodline is being targeted by some dark forces. I tried to prevent the worst, but... this will sound mad. You're being turned into a vessel for a powerful Oni."
"Uh..." Was Tai supposed to trust a man he hadn't met in years? "What the fuck do you mean?" Tai said and a thin string of drool ran down his chin.
He marched into the bathroom to wipe himself on a towel. His face was shiny from sweat, a few drops ran down his legs.
The uncle was still talking about demonic vessels and demon kings and ridiculous folklore.
"Fuck you," Tai said at the uncle, toward his mirror image. "Are you fucking kidding me with that shit?"
The uncle cursed in Japanese. "I fell in with the wrong crowd, okay? I admit it. I just wanted to pay a debt and..." the uncle sighed, "I made a bad deal. But listen I can-"
Tai grunted as his arms cramped. There was little pain but he lost control. The phone dropped onto the rim of the basin and smashed onto the tiles.
"F-fuck... what..."
His arms flexed involuntarily and pulsed as if... Yes, they were getting thicker. His biceps grew by an inch or two in width, his forearms by half that.
Muscles expanded and became more visible as his skin seemed to get thinner, spreading to accommodate the vascular mass.
His shoulders swelled with mass, even broadened a bit, giving him a more athletic shape.
When the effect ceased, Tai held still in shock for another minute, breathing through the faint ache those cramps had left behind.
His arms looked amazing but his confusion outweighed his joy. A voice called him back to reality.
"Taisuke? Taisuke! What happened? Hello?"
Tai picked up the phone. A crack spread from the upper corner. He huffed exasperated, drooling on the ground.
"Still here," the changed boy said. "My, uh, my arms got buffer. Seriously what is happening, man!?"
"I'll put you through to someone who knows more. Good luck."
"What do you..."
The uncle hung up.
Tai stared at the broken screen with rage. Then his chest cramped and the tremors made the phone slip from his grasp. It landed on the rug.
The young man started at his chest in the mirror as it flexed involuntarily.
It was tricky to see through the movement of his glistening chest as it rose and fell with heavy breaths, but his pec muscles expanded – fiber by fiber. From the upper pectorals to the lower, his torso expanded. He had enough control of his arms to feel them rippling.
In the end they probably popped half an inch more than they had. The effect was huge on his slim frame. He looked like a protein shoveling gym rat. Not huge by any means but chiseled for his body type.
Tai picked up the phone. A bit of screen had fallen off and he pricked his finger. A drop of blood emerged.
"Ow, fuck."
He rose to rinse out the wound at the basin but the blood retreated and the cut closed itself. Did demon vessels have super healing? Okay, maybe his uncle hadn't just bullshitted. Maybe...
The phone rang. Tai knelt down to take the call, not risking to hold it.
"Hello?"
"Is this Taisuke?"
"Just Tai."
"Okay. I'm Thane. I'm your uncle's consultant. Can you describe in detail what has happened so far?"
As he described the situation, Tai walked back into the living room, phone tightly held with both hands. He sat down at the dining table. "...and I'm drooling like a fucking idiot. And just now my chest got bigger, too."
"Okay," Thane said afterward. "The heat you feel is a good sign. It's your... let's call it a magical immune system. For now you're fighting the takeover. The transformation is quickly advancing. I'll send you an address where you can get help. You have no time to lose."
"Okay, but what exactly am I turning into?"
"The demon king wants a strong host when it emerges, that's why it's packing on muscles. The rest of the `symptoms' is making you more demon like."
"How the fuck is drooling a demon thing?"
"Acid spittle. Humans can't do that. Drool is as close as the Oni gets."
Tai drove his fingers through his mohawk. He wasn't getting used to the lack of hair on his sides. "And the rest?"
"Demons have scales and horn ridges. Not an option for humans, but smoothing your skin and giving you a `hair ridge' is closer to what the demon likes."
"Well fuck me. This Oni can suck a fat- Ow."
Tai's abs were cramping, making him spastically hunch forward. The phone slammed on the dining table and slid along, dropping off the other side.
He looked down on himself. His boxers were turning transparent with sweat, showing off his dick print.
Tai's abs hurt as if he'd worked them out for five hours straight. He watched his slight six pack getting deeper separation as his obliques shaped themselves into a stronger V pointing straight at has cock.
His shiny torso belonged on a supermodel.
The young man stumbled to the shattered but functional phone. The screen was full of glitches and flickering lines.
"Tai? Are you there?"
"Holy shit, Thane. I've got abs like a Greek god," he said, quietly. "Hey, do you know if there are Japanese gods with abs?"
"I do not," Thane confessed, sounding amused. "But you can't let the demon lure you into accepting the conversion. It's clearly powerful if it works this fast. A takeover is indescribably torturous. Fight before your magic immune system collapses."
"Okay, okay. Send me that address. Fuck man, I'm soaked."
"Take care. A demon king this powerful might find a way to make it difficult to move in public."
Thane hung up and Tai sat down next to the phone, not risking to lift it.
His back cramped and he arched with a grunt. There was no way for him to see it but he could faintly feel his muscles thicken up a bit. He rose on shaking legs and waddled to the bathroom, stiff from the fading aches.
His frame had broadened at the shoulders. Had his waist narrowed? The effect was not extreme but he looked sexier than he had even in his track-star heydays in freshmen year.
By the time Tai was back at his phone, Thane had sent him a chat message. It would take twenty minutes to get to the place if he took the tram.
"Ha. Easy."
He almost wanted to see what else the demon could do but he needed to fight.
Tai threw on his lucky shirt – a red T with a dragon print. A baseball cap hid his unusual hairstyle. For pants he chose...
"Oh fuck. Ouch. Shit."
His buttocks cramped up, making him thrust his hips forward as if he could move away from the pain. He grabbed his aching glutes and felt the growth. Was he imagining things or did they grow much more than his other muscles had?
A good two inches or more of thickness on his cheeks was quite a lot of mass. If he hadn't grown a stronger back first he might have had trouble walking.
Tai tried slipping into yesterday's jeans and couldn't. His ass was too big. He had to choose sweatpants.
Already, the shirt was soaked. It was warm out so people might just have thought he'd been jogging but it was annoying how the fabric clung to him. On the other hand it showed off his physique and as vain as that sounded, he liked the idea.
He grinned at himself in the mirror and a line of drool dripped from his lips.
"Ugh," Tai made. He just had to keep his fucking mouth closed.
His phone dinged with a chat message.
Thane: Are you going?
Tai: Yeah, I'll just take a piss and head out.
For some reason Tai's bladder suddenly felt ready to burst. He dashed into the bathroom and pissed standing up, admiring his brand new popping six pack.
A thick line of drool fell on his dick as he looked down. He packed his dick away, wiped his mouth and flushed.
Did he have everything? Yes. Time to go fight that Oni bastard.
As soon as he opened the front door, Tai's bladder filled again – enough to be uncomfortable. The boy returned to the bathroom and pissed one or two cup's worth of nearly clear piss. How had that all still been in there?
As soon as he stepped out the front door, his bladder filled again.
"Fuck."
That must have been what the demon did to keep him from going out. It was effective.
Tai grabbed the phone to call Thane and walked to the bathroom as he unlocked the screen.
His legs cramped up and he sunk to his ass. The phone dropped and slid under the sideboard.
The involuntarily sitting boy pushed his sweatpants down to watch his unnaturally smooth legs expand. He had been right about his ass growing more than any other part before it. The lower half received more attention.
Where the arms and pecs had developed subtly, his quads grew in width by about three inches, turning from fit to spectacularly buff. His calves soon followed, growing to match, giving his legs crazy proportions.
He now had an athletic upper body pointing at his crotch like an arrow, and massive quads and calves forming an opposing arrow upward.
Tai's whole body was pointing at his dick. Well, considering the glutes, it was probably pointing at his ass from a backside perspective.
He flexed as soon as the cramp subsided and saw lean muscles create shapes like the leg of a superhero in a comic book. Unreal.
Oh, right. He had a mission. This demon king wasn't handing out a quadzilla body for free. Indescribably torture and all that.
Tai found his phone shattered.
He couldn't even mourn it properly since he had to rush to the bathroom again or piss on his freshly expanded legs. He needed a solution.
He headed to the bathroom, drooling like an idiot, and stepped in the shower.
While pissing what felt like a gallon, Tai drenched his black sweatpants under the shower head.
Putting them on was icky, but now that they were soaked he could piss without creating a wet spot. He looked like he had waded through a lake.
Normally, it would have taken him a while to force himself to piss his pants but the urge was too strong again already. Warmth ran down his right leg but the sweatpants stayed unchanged.
His plan worked. Well, aside from the stream of piss running out of his pant leg.
He messaged Thane on his computer.
Tai: Phone broke. Heading out without it. Gotta piss every few minutes.
Thane: Remember to keep going no matter what. Failure means a fate worse than death.
Tai: Got it.
The boy grabbed his belongings and rushed out the door.
In the apartment's staircase, Tai felt hit by a wave of horniness. For a second he considered going back in and jerking off.
No. Fate worse than death. He had to fight.
Except... His dick was hardening, totally out of his control. Tai shoved a hand into his grossly wet pants and arranged his boner to be as invisible as possible, tucked into the hem of his boxers.
Drool fell to the ground. He tried to spread it with his sneakers to make it dry faster and more drool ran down his chin. On his sweaty face, it didn't stick and ran farther onto his drenched lucky shirt.
At least the sweat seemed to calm down. There were no drops running down his body, only a light sheen all over. Or did that mean his defenses were failing?
As soon as he was out of the building, his bladder was too full to let him run. Tai speed-walked toward the tram station, just half a dozen low rise apartment buildings farther.
There were people in the streets but they didn't pay much attention to him. It was a warm enough day that a jogger might be sweat drenched.
When he crossed a road even the step off the curb was painful on his full bladder. He could barely walk.
He'd never have expected that piss-pain could be such a torturous urge.
When he had made it to the last intersection before the station he couldn't hold it anymore. The pressure was pure agony. He had never needed to piss so badly – or that this much piss-pain was even possible.
Shivers made him tremble as he let loose. The relief was almost erotic, sending little piss-gasms up his spine.
Standing still, Tai let people pass him as he pissed down his right leg, trying not to make a sound. The stream seemed never-ending and his already soaked pants couldn't hold it. Piss ran into his sneaker.
With wet sounding steps Tai jogged toward the station where a tram pulled in. Perfect luck. Just twenty minutes of drive and he'd be golden.
He tensed to piss harder so he'd be able to step onto the tram. He could only hope nobody would notice the growing puddle under his sneakers as they overflowed.
Finally, the deluge was over.
As he hopped on, his baseball cap fell off in a gust of wind and tumbled away.
Tai hopped off the tram, jumping after the cap. He grabbed it off the ground but it was in tatters. Every seam had disintegrated.
"The fuck?" he mumbled, letting drool hang from his lip.
Sweat dripped into his eyes and he let his lips part with a sigh. A mouthful of spit dripped onto his sweat soaked red shirt.
The tram drove off without him.
"Fuck," Tai said and drooled some more.
He grabbed the disintegrated cap off the concrete and threw it in the trash. Unsalvageable. This was the worst luck. Had the demon king done that?
Tai took a stand at the far end of the terminal where the least people were, but everyone gave him at least a short glance. He was a muscle hunk with a huge ass, a mohawk and every visible piece of skin was glistening in the sun. Of course he got stared at.
His bladder was filling again. How would he even hold it throughout the tram ride?
He held on in agony. Maybe he could fight it. Maybe there was a maximum of piss pain that wouldn't be exceeded.
The young man fought with crossed legs for a valiant few minutes. Maybe he could hold it... Maybe...
Just before the next tram pulled in, Tai turned away from the crowd and rearranged his boner to the other side. Then he let loose. It was a strained piss because he needed to make sure to get everything out for the tram ride and pissing with a boner was tricky, even if it seemed easier than ever today.
With both sneakers soaked, Tai spat and hopped into the vehicle.
Just as he got on board, his sleeves slipped off his arms and tumbled away in a light breeze. The seams had dissolved. He left them behind, not willing to miss another tram.
He was a sleeveless now, adding to his embarrassing punk aesthetic.
How had the fabric slipped off his sticky arms? Yeah, this was an Oni's work. Should he turn around and message Thane? No, Thane had insisted he keep going.
Fuck, his need to piss was getting overwhelming. He had to focus on something else.
As a distraction, Tai casually slipped his hands into his pockets and rubbed his boner. A new wave of horniness kept his mind away from the piss pain.
Two stations later, the sleeveless, shiny muscle boy felt his mouth overflow. Even if he kept it closed, drool started to leak from the corners of his lips.
He made sure nobody was looking, turned to the window and let it drop on his lucky dragon shirt. His heart raced. He had never done "naughty" things in public.
The tram hit a sharp turn and bumped him into the window, making him piss a little. He clenched to stop the flow but it was hopeless. He pissed into his still moist pants and felt the stream run past his shoes to the floor.
When he looked down to check how obvious it was he noticed he was standing on a layer of black and red strings. His pants and his shirt had been fraying on the bottom. They both had lost an inch.
"Fuck me," Tai said, drooling.
He had five stations left to go. If his clothes disintegrated at their current rate, he'd lose about 12 or so inches. This would let his pants end just below the knee and his shirt below the pecs. Embarrassing but he'd be safe shortly.
The young man shoved the threads into a pile and kicked them out at the next station. If he did that at every stop, nobody would notice – hopefully.
Two stations later, he felt his shirt slipping. The seam on his left shoulder was tearing open. He couldn't focus on that problem because his bladder was demanding attention.
Unthinking, Tai pissed, only to realize that, with his pants shortened, the stream was freely splashing along his uncovered muscle calves. He brought his thick legs together, hoping to mask the droplets.
Nobody said a word but he felt like people gave him more space than usual. He didn't smell of urine, though. The piss was nearly clear in color.
Tai took a deep breath and got some of his spit into his airways. He coughed a load of drool into his hand and tried in vain to swallow.
Habitually, the boy rubbed his hand on his shirt and tore the shoulder seams apart.
As he moved to keep his shirt in place, his boner slipped under the hem and tented his pants. With mild panic Tai grabbed his crotch, trying to move his boner back into the hem, and let the back half of his shirt fall away.
He stuffed the tattered front half into his pocket and stood still.
Being shirtless made his embarrassing predicament kick in more than anything else had.
He felt exposed like never before. Fuck showing off his physique. He wanted to crawl under a rock.
Tai stood as still as humanly possible and tried to breathe – quietly – through the piss pain. As long as he avoided all eye contact...
After two more stations he couldn't hold it in any longer. But if he pissed now, people would see. His pants were exposing his knees by now. This unraveling was happening faster than expected.
He pulled the remains of his shirt out – mostly a tangle of threads now – and wiped his head.
At least he wasn't drooling right now. Had the saliva calmed down like the sweat before? He was still shiny and he'd still drool if he let his mouth hag open but for now it felt save to speak if necessary.
A small comfort. Every fucking bump in the track gave him piss pain.
Tai shoved the shirt back into his pockets. He trembled in front of the tram doors, his hot breath bouncing off the glass into his face.
Despite his best efforts, he pissed a little. Droplets raced down his calves in telltale bursts.
As soon as the door for his station opened, he let loose and jumped off the tram. Jogging while pissing made his dick give him a tent that made it massively uncomfortable to run.
His boner tore the sweatpants' front seam, flashing his boxers to the world and spraying piss before he clenched hard, mid-run.
The boy noticed he had lost the remains of his lucky shirt and had to wipe sweat from his eyes with bare, sweaty hands. The sweat and drool were definitely less crazy than in the beginning but still present.
Walking was enough to make him lose control and he resumed pissing through his boxers. The stream went in an arc from the tip of his boner.
He spat before looking down to hide his six inches again, pressing the dick to his body, which sent the piss across his abs.
There was no way to conceal it. His frayed sweatpants' remains were slipping.
Tai looked around. People glanced at him but didn't outright stare. They probably thought he was dangerous. His heart was beating out of his chest. The embarrassment was enough to make him quiver, even without the piss-gasms rushing up his spine.
He jogged along and fished into the pockets just before the sweatpants' tatters dropped around him. Even his wallet was falling apart, so he had to carry money and cards in one hand and his keys in the other.
Now only in wet boxers that left nothing to the imagination, the shiny muscle punk got a wide berth from pedestrians.
Luckily he had memorized the path. He was mere minutes from his destination. The area was a nice neighborhood, with few people out. This nightmare was about to end.
Spoiler: Tai's nightmare has only begun.
See you next time for more humiliation and pissing.