章節 35: 8.2 Stan The Incubus Man

Stanley awoke with a groan, his body hurt like a motherfucker and his mind felt like a bitch.

'What happened?'

This was the worse Stanley ever felt since that one time he got drunk, after which he swore off alcohol. He wasn't hung over though, that experience was still fresh in his mind even after all these years. Disoriented, a little nauseous and more than aching but this still only amounted to the second worst post sleep experience of his life.

"Ugh, need to pee" he grumbled.

Untangling himself from his girlfriend was almost always a chore yet this time around he did so with such relative ease that he, if he were in his right mind, would have noticed. He was not however, so he rolled off the bed onto his feet and after a mild case of vertigo dragged his feet to the bathroom with the most awkward gait. On the way he scratched his ass and yawned, something didn't feel right but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Finally he reached the toilet, lifted the bowl and whipped out Stan Jr. to take a most epic pee-pee.

When his eyes caught what he held in his hands however the fog in his mind cleared up instantly and Stanley was now fully awake and promptly started to piss in a gushing stream brought on by shock. Now Stanley always thought he had a respectable size for a man of his stature. A little over seven inches, he measured it once not too long ago and that was what he got. Don't ask why he did such a thing it was just one of those days for him. Now however, he was looking at a figurative monster out of his pants, his respectable seven inches mutated into a foot long monstrosity.

"Oh, wow uh…"

Sufficed to say Stanley didn't know how he should react to this. A lot of men would be happy to get a bigger size but uh there is such a thing as too big and Stanley was almost toeing that line. That wasn't the only change though, he didn't realize it before but he felt taller. Putting away his foot long with some effort he flushed the toilet and went to wash his hands where he came face to face with the mirror. As embarrassing as it was to admit while Stanley wasn't a dwarf he was short and if he wanted to view below his chin in the mirror then he needed to stand on his toes.

That wasn't the case anymore.

"Definitely taller"

And it might just be his imagination but Stanley looked drastically more handsome than he was before. The effects of mostly spending his days lazing around, playing videogames and only eating junk food or takeout meals did take a toll on Stanley's health. He wasn't fat but he was unhealthy with a bit of a beer belly and some blemishes. The fact that he only deigned to shave once in a blue moon and only took baths once a day didn't help with his appearance either.

It made him wonder time and again what Ezraphel actually sees in him to call him physically attracted and mean it. Looking into the mirror Stanley may have found the answer to that if Ezraphel considered Incubization the final solution. All the visual deformities caused by his lifestyle were gone, no blemishes, skin discoloration or fat to be seen. His previously uncut greasy hair was course corrected to have a glossy sheen and his patchy unshaved beard…was gone. He was smooth as a baby's bottom and his eyes were somehow an even deeper shade of brown.

Stanley looked at his for a moment longer before coming to a realization.

"I look like a fucking bishounen."

Given that Ezraphel cast this spell it's a wonder that he didn't go full blown shota.

"Eugh" he shivered just thinking about it "fuck no."

Or it could be that Ezraphel's preferences had little to do with the overall outcome of the spell. She didn't specify that the spell would be tailored to her preferences so much as it would just give him an incubus body. Speaking of which, Stanley lifted his shirt and whistled in appreciation at the lack of the easily concealed but ever present beer gut. He wasn't ripped but he was toned with barest hint of a six pack which was fine because he had no interest in getting one anyway.

"Not bad, I approve"

"As do I~"

Stanley jolted head snapped up to the mirror to see Ezraphel standing right behind him.

"What the fu-hmph!?"

He spun around to land face first in her cleavage where she embraced him.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Since you lifted up your shirt" she paused to give a smile that was as coy as it was lewd "you approve of the changes?"

"…yeah."

The smile on her face lessened somewhat at her next question "how do you feel?"

Stanley thought on that for a while and almost gave a 'fine' as an answer but that wasn't quite right. He didn't just feel 'fine' he felt good, great even. It only occurred to him but overall he felt

"Better" he answered.

Ezraphel's smile widened "do you feel different mentally?"

The one thing he had been dreading with this spell, the loss of his sense of self. After a moment of rumination Stanley felt he was the same as he'd always been. Maybe he felt more love towards Ezraphel but that could just as easily be that final barrier being removed.

He shook his head "no, I don't feel any different."

"Good" she smiled and two of them kissed.

As they did however Stanley got the sense that he may have spoke too soon. Breaking away from the kiss looked at his girlfriend funny.

"What is it?"

"Did you, change your shampoo or something?"

Ezraphel cocked her head "no, why do you ask?"

"What's that smell?" he sniffed the air, looking around before focusing back on her.

Ezraphel always smelled good no matter what but there was something almost intoxicating about her aroma now.

'Did my senses get enhanced or something.'

As he thought this Ezraphel had the biggest grin on her face "Stanley I believe I know what it is you are smelling~"

"You do?" he asked almost hesitantly.

"Yes, because I smell it too~"

'Dare I ask?'

"Yeah, what is it then?"

At that Ezraphel gently pushed herself away with a cheeky smile of anticipation. Her hands placed behind her back as her tail undulated in excitement.

"Guess"

Dubiously he gave her a once over, taking a sniff every once in a while until his eyes trailed down and to her crotch…where there was a growing wet spot. Said wet spot he realized was the source of that pungent aroma. Its pheromone, he's smelling Ezraphel's pheromones and he had no idea how to react to that so he just tossed out a general go-to phrase for situations like this.

"What the fuck?"

He looked into her eyes but she was looking at him, he trailed down to find that she was looking at the rather impressive tent he was currently pitching.

'How the hell did I not notice that?'

Now that he did there was no ignoring it now.

"That looks troublesome" Ezraphel commented as she twirled strand of hair around her finger while biting her lip.

That's one way of putting it, another way is

"It feels like my dicks about to explode" he deadpanned with gritted teeth.

"We can't have that?" finally her eyes met his and for a moment the two stared at each other unmoving.

"Stanley-"

"Ez-"

The two paused again before Stanley adopted a determined look while Ezraphel's grinned and together they both exclaimed.

"Fuck me~/Let's fuck!"

A moment later they crashed into each other in a rough and sloppy make out session. Tongues coiled, hands roamed and mutual moaning included. Ezraphel tried to wrestle for control but Stanley wasn't having it. With his newfound Incubus strength he swept Ezraphel off her feet eliciting a giggle and carried her through the door and into his bedroom. Tossing her onto the bed he shut the door and pulled off his shirt.

Turning around to Ezraphel he saw that she was already naked and lounging on the bed as if it were throne with one leg crossed over her knee. Her red eyes were glowing and the scent of pheromones was almost a visible cloud to his newfound senses. With a snap of her finger Stanley's pants disappeared, he wouldn't be surprised if it ended up smacking some guy in another dimension. Not that he cared, having his foot long cock exposed to Ezraphel's pheromones in an enclosed room made it start leaking.

Then she uncrossed her legs like in Basic Instincts and that's when his memory kind of just cut off.