Security Footage - Demons (Part 2)
A continuation of Trevor & Andy's encounter with demons.
Shockingly, after one of the most stressful and exhausting days of his life (so far), Trevor felt incredibly well-rested the next morning.
Turned out that the unexpected advantage to Andy getting made fat was that new weight made him cuddlier than ever, so Trevor had gotten the best sleep of his life- the twink was fairly certain that if he said this to Andy in his currently insecure state it would probably result in the boy developing some sort of complex, but maybe later he'd be able to talk Andy into keeping just a little bit of fluff.
In fact, Trevor had been looking forwards to spending the morning snuggling in bed with his personal space heater/pillow, but instead he woke up alone and wound up dragging himself out of bed to go search for Andy; comfortable as he was, there was no way he'd be able to rest until he knew his boyfriend was safe.
It wasn't much of a search- Andy was just in the en suite bathroom with the door hanging wide open -but even though he knew who it was, Trevor still did a double take when he saw Andy's figure standing there in his boxers. He just looked so... different from the guy he'd been yesterday, so much rounder and softer, that Trevor wouldn't have guessed it was him if he hadn't been there to witness the transformation himself.
Trying to stay unnoticed, Trevor peeked through the doorway as Andy drew his shoulders back and hefted his gut upwards with both hands, then dropped it, lips curling into a frown at the unattractive slap of flesh on flesh it made when the mass made contact with his groin. Sensing that this was meant to be a private ritual, Trevor retreated to his own room to get ready for the day.
When Trevor emerged with fresh clothes and clean teeth, Andy was still in the bathroom- a bad sign, so Trevor figured he'd better be prepared to try and cheer his boyfriend up over breakfast.
Most of the food in the apartment had been, well, subsumed, but a box of pancake mix and some milk/applesauce that had been spared made for a nice start to breakfast, and Trevor set to work tossing whatever other random scraps he could salvage into the batter to see what would work. There were some surprises and some failures, but Trevor lost track of which were which quickly and finished with two plates of "mystery" flavored pancakes; he and Andy could make a game of figuring out which were edible.
They could use some fun after the day they'd had.
He was scraping the excess batter into the trash when Andy finally emerged from his bedroom, and Trevor tried not to gawk as he got his first real chance to absorb Andy's new look. The night before his boyfriend had been covered in gunk and hiding in the shadows, but seeing him in the light of the virgin morning he looked... pretty good!
Some guys only look good because they have a good body, but Andy was not one of those guys- even with a hundred or so extra pounds on him obscuring the dynamite figure he'd had the day before, the guy was unfairly handsome. The same caramel skin, soulful brown eyes, strong nose, and Trevor just knew that if Andy were to smile it would still light up a room. The weight didn't even look bad on him- true he had a bit of a pear shaped silhouette, but his natural height and broad frame helped to even him out a bit, and the sliver of belly hanging out from under the ill-fitting athletic top he'd shoved himself into was kinda sexy in its own way.
"There he is..." Trevor hummed as he slipped over to Andy and wrapped his arms around him, getting up on his toes to press kiss his boyfriend good morning (like they did every morning) but Andy, clearly still uncomfortable, turned his head and Trevor's lips grazed his cheek. Forehead furrowed, Trevor released him and backed away.
"I made us breakfast!" he offered instead, waving at the two plates of fluffy pancakes still warm on the table. "You'll like them, they're weird."
Weird was always Andy's favorite flavor (Trevor had seen the boy stomach some unholy combinations) but today, at the mention of food, Andy grimaced.
"I'll pass," he said flatly, eyeing the fresh flapjacks like they were rotting fish.
"I said weird, not bad," Trevor stuck a fork into one of the pancakes and- okay actually that one did smell like fish for some reason. "Hm, well, this one seems to be a dud, but I promise they're all edible. Come on, you gotta at least try one!"
As a gesture of goodwill, Trevor scooped up another forkful of a different pancake and shoved it in his own mouth, sighing in relief when the mystery ingredient turned out to be some kind of fruity jelly. He lifted his eyebrows as if to say see? then stuck the fork out for Andy to sample; Andy took a step back like it would burn him if it got too close.
"I'm not hungry," he grunted, a bit more forcefully than was necessary, and one of his hands was rubbing at the fold of fat under his neck. "I'm just gonna head out to the gym."
Now it was Trevor's turn to frown- he knew that Andy was pretty beat up about the weight gain so it was only a matter of time before he started working out again, but literally the morning after a traumatic experience like "demonic possession" did seem a bit too soon.
"I think maybe you should rest a bit before you try heading out into the world," Trevor said carefully, trying his best to appeal to reason. "At least try to get used to your body before you start putting it through the paces."
"I'm not going to get used to it," Andy snapped, glaring down at his body with a vehemence that shocked Trevor. The now-hefty young man gave his belly an ugly slap, jerking his torso back and forth to emphasize how his gut rolled, then grabbed his sagging man boobs and shook them towards Trevor angrily; the sight might have been funny if it weren't for the disgust written all over Andy's face. "I feel disgusting Trevor, and the faster I get all of this shit off of me the faster I can get back to being who I'm supposed to be."
Trevor tilted his head to side. "And who is that?"
Andy didn't answer, he just turned his back, and Trevor didn't press him further. Part of a relationship is picking which battles to choose, so Trevor retreated to something that felt a bit more attainable.
"Well, if you're gonna go work out, you need to eat something," Trevor insisted- Andy turned back and shot him a look that was nothing short of killer, but Trevor stood his ground. "Just because you've put on weight doesn't mean that you can stop eating, your body still needs nutrients. You've taken enough nutritional science classes to know I'm right, so at least get a granola bar or a banana or something when you get there." He batted his eyelashes for good measure. "Please? For me?"
Andy just stared at him, expression unreadable, but apparently even angry Andy still had trouble saying no to Trevor because his shoulders crumpled and he muttered something like fine before stomping out the door.
Trevor wound up throwing most of the pancakes in the trash- he wasn't hungry anymore either.
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After that though, Trevor had his version of a nice day- which is to say, a productive one. He caught up on his homework. He cleaned up the mess in the apartment. He went out shopping and replaced all of their lost groceries. He updated his logs with the details of Andy's latest snatching and bookmarked some sources to research demonology further.
Then he checked his phone.
Something of an old soul, Trevor had never quite gotten into the swing of social media (although he was thinking about starting a blog) so the only thing he used his Instagram account for was following his friends, and that account was currently flooded with notifications for posts from user @ andysdamansee, aka his Andy.
(The guy was super proud of that handle- "Andy's da man, see? It rhymes AND it rolls off the tongue.")
Unlike his boyfriend, Andy made frequent use of his Instagram account to share updates on his life and he had a decent following (no surprise considering how he looked) but Trevor didn't usually check what he posted; in a paradoxical sort of way, Andy's public posts felt like a private space separate from real life and Trevor wanted to respect that divide. Besides... he didn't need to look at photos of Andy when he could look at the real thing whenever he wanted.
Still, a deluge of posts like this was rather out of character, so Trevor tapped on one of the posts and was immediately greeted with a close up shot of Andy's sweaty shirtless torso- Trevor instinctively blushed and covered the screen before remembering that he was alone at home, so no one was there to judge him as he pinched the screen to zoom in.
It was a video of Andy working out by pressing himself up and down between two metal bars, and the exercise was perfect doing a great job of showing off his chest; he looked good.
Too good. Where had his fat gone?
Setting his feed to show notifications from oldest to newest, Trevor tapped on the earliest one Andy had posted in the morning, and it was just a picture of the gym with no caption. The next photo was almost a half-hour later, and it showed Andy from the neck up, looking sweaty but cocky with a small caption about feeling the burn accompanied by some fire emojis, and the following hour or so was filled with similar photos that were all carefully framed to avoid capturing the young man's new, fatter body.
The first full body shot was a selfie of Andy in front of the mirror flexing one of his biceps to show off the pump- his black compression shirt made it hard to tell that there was still a stubborn layer of padding hanging around his midsection, and it was a firm gut that was a far cry from beanbag he'd been sporting in the morning. The photos and videos seemed to get more frequent after that, and the pudge seemed seemed to shrink smaller with every post that Trevor scrolled past.
The workout footage seemed endless, though at a certain point they started to give way to shots of Andy posing, preening in the mirror and posing for the camera like a Mr. Universe contestant. People were starting to notice too, with more and more comments appeared on each post of people praising Andy's gains and thirsting after him; in particular, engagement skyrocketed after Andy abandoned his shirt and started doing the photos topless to show off that he once again had abs.
The final video that Trevor watched was an intense closeup of Andy doing squats, the young man grunting in exertion as he bent down to thrust his ass towards the camera, the angle and perspective making him look positively massive, and whoever was filming zoomed in on the sweat soaked crease between his cheeks to-
Face burning, Trevor exited out of the app and shot another frantic text to Professor Bernard to take another look at that tablet, doing his best to ignore the barrage of notifications that popping in at the top of his screen.
It seemed like their demon problem wasn't over just yet.
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Despite having a boyfriend who for some reason thought exercise was fun, Trevor didn't make a habit of going to the campus gym; he got enough physical activity in his day to day life that he didn't see the sense in adding more to his schedule. But whenever he walked by the rec center and glanced through the glass walls, it was always teeming with students taking advantage of the free admission that came with their hefty tuition, so the gaping emptiness of the entrance hall was a red flag that something was very amiss.
No one was at the front desk, and instead of the usual chatter and clatter of exercise equipment, there was an eerie silence broken only by a grunting emanating echoing through the space- Trevor followed the noise deeper into the building until he got to the main hall, the large open room looking out onto the street with most of the equipment.
Apparently, everyone in the building had made their way here, as the place was packed with students, guys and girls of all shapes and sizes... but only one person in the room was actually exercising, with everyone else just there to watch.
Andy was standing by a weight rack shouldering a massive bar with what looked like hundreds of pounds loaded onto each side, and all of the other gymgoers were watching with bated breath as the big guy pumped it up and down like it was nothing; his over-aggressive grunts seemed to be for show, and wow, what a show it was.
Andy had gotten... well... huge.
All of the fat he'd walked into the gym with had been burned up as fuel for the inhuman workouts that the demon was putting his vessel through, and freed from the padding obscuring them, Andy's muscles were back with a vengeance. The guy had always been pretty buff, but his physique was that of a jock who spent a bit of extra time in the gym; now, he looked like a full-on body builder.
The hills of his biceps had become to full on mountains and those other muscles on his arm (Trevor didn't know their names) had grown to match, bringing with them fat veins that bulged from beneath his caramel skin and pulsed as he flexed. Andy's six pack was back with two new friends, each of his eight abdominals so large and the ridges between them so deep that his stomach looked like a poorly paved brick road that rippled with each movement he made.
His shoulders were broader now to accommodate all of the new mass (with some of the biggest traps Trevor had seen on a man) and his chest... Trevor could stand under those swollen pecs in the rain and keep his nose dry. The width of his upper body combined with his compact waist gave him an upside-down triangle silhouette, and the v-line at the bottom of the shape was upper-case and bold. The demon didn't skip leg day either and his massive thighs strained with power as he squatted up and down, thrusting out buns of steel that practically swallowed the thin black elastic strands that dug into his cheeks with each rep.
That's right, in a shocking twist of events, the demon was not naked thanks to a jockstrap that Trevor had never seen before- probably because having Andy's dick flopping around while hefting weights was a safety hazard, but the slight degree of restraint was almost more impressive than anything else. Not that the tiny black pouch at the front, strained obscenely to its limits, did much to conceal anything, but still.
The crowd watched, transfixed, as the possessed Andy completed a few more reps before he carelessly tossed the weight to the side, nearly crushing the foot of an innocent bystander who didn't even bother to move; some random bystanders jumped to return the weights and the bar to their proper places, moving in unison like mindless drones. The demon snapped his fingers and someone else ran forwards with a water bottle, which he downed in one chug then tossed to the side carelessly as he moved to his next station, some sort of metal contraption with straps to pull.
It was eerie how every eye in the room tracked the possessed man's movements, as if they couldn't bear to look away from his hulking form for even a moment; the only person in the room looking somewhere else was the demon, who had noticed Trevor and was now staring directly at him with a bemused look on his stolen face.
"Come to watch? I don't blame you." The demon spoke with Andy's voice, but it seemed deeper, richer, with a tone that rumbled in Trevor's spine and made his head swim. With a cocky grin, the demon flexed his massive arms for a double bicep pose, admiring his own biceps even as he addressed Trevor. "All this is pretty hard to resist."
"You talk more than the last demon," Trevor blurted out, caught off-guard and feeling strangely off-balance.
"Gluttony? I bet," the demon sneered. "I hate getting stuck after that jackass, always ruins a perfectly good host- not that I have any trouble whipping them back into shape though."
Where a bouncy gut had been, there was now a devastatingly tight eight-pack, so Trevor couldn't argue with the demon there... the turnaround was impressive, and Andy's abs were better than ever. It was maybe the best set of abs Trevor had ever seen, and for a moment, he got distracted studying it; one of the demon's fingers traced down the edge of those abdominals, teasing between the grooves, and the sight of it was entrancing.
None of this is natural, Trevor reminded himself, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the delicious looking candy bar on Andy's torso and look at the big picture instead. He met the demon's eyes, and in them, he saw a hunger just as deep as the last demon had demonstrated, and just as dangerous.
"You need to leave," he said, cursing himself internally when his voice wavered.
"Leave? Why? Don't you like what I've done with this body?" The demon gestured to the crowd around them, and Trevor noticed that people passing by the building were starting to walk up to the windows to gaze at Andy's body through the glass. "They all seem to enjoy it."
There was a small towel draped on the machine next to the demon and he plucked it off, using it to dab some of the sweat off of his forehead, then he tossed it aside- one of his "fans" caught it and eagerly buried their face in it, huffing in the scent of a musk so pungent Trevor could smell it from across the room. It was a stomach turning sight... and smell, for that matter, and the demon clearly relished in having that power over these people.
"Nah, I think I've earned my keep here. This vessel, it had potential, and it needed me to unlock it." The demon spread his arms out to show off his rather impressive wingspan, lats flaring as he rolled his shoulders back and did a little 360 spin so Trevor could admire him from every angle. "Face it, even without my idiot brother packing the pounds on little Andy here, he'd never get this big without me. And together, we can keep growing."
"So that's all you care about? Getting bigger?" Trevor protested, but even as he spoke, he couldn't stop himself from looking Andy's body up and down; he had to admit, the demon had done impressive work. Andy was so big and strong now, and a part of him wondered how much bigger his body could get if... Trevor shook his head. "You know, muscles aren't everything."
"And yet here we all are," the demon mused, an unfortunately hot smirk on his face. "Your mouth says one thing, but your eyes say another. And your dick, well... seems like his mind is made up."
In spite of himself, Trevor was hard, and he didn't quite know why. It's not like he was a muscle slut or a size queen- yeah, he liked that his boyfriend was big all over, but he'd still love the guy even if that weren't the case. But the way the demon used Andy's body, the confidence with which he held all that stolen strength... it was messing with Trevor's head.
The demon began to saunter towards him and the height difference put Trevor's eyes right in line with Andy's chest- his pecs were bigger than ever, practically the size of Trevor's head, and the demon was bouncing them up and down, a hypnotic motion that no one in the room could take their eyes away from, powerless to do anything but watch as the mighty muscles as they heaved up and down in perfect unison.
"Nice big cock on him too- you know that's the one thing I can't make grow? Some kind of cosmic joke I think. But it's only fitting that I should be hung. After all..." The demon reached down and palmed himself, shamelessly groping the bulge in the front of his jockstrap. I'm an alpha."
He loomed over Trevor, every muscle in Andy's body flexed, and his eyes glowed red. "No, I'm the alpha. Every other man is nothing compared to me."
And therein was the nature of the demon, a thing of pride that sought only to assert its own dominance and uphold its twisted ideal of perfection. If left to its own devices, the hellspawn would use its stolen beauty to enchant the world, forming a cult based around his awesome body; as his muscles grew, so too would his influence. Maybe even someday he could transform Andy into a towering giant, the largest man anyone had ever seen, and mortals would bow beneath and worship at his feet.
Literally, as it turned out.
The harsh aura radiating from the demon was so overwhelming that it caused Trevor to sink to the floor, dropping onto knees that were suddenly jelly, and with an ugly, victorious smirk, the demon closed the distance between the two of them in one mighty step and rested the sole of Andy's foot right on Trevor's face.
"And worthless beta cucks like you barely deserve to kiss my feet."
The weight of his boyfriend's sole pressing into him, hot and heavy and sweaty, was... spectacularly unsexy. Trevor did not like the smell of dirty feet and it kinda ruined the whole vibe the demon had built up, breaking the trance and freeing the young man up to do what he had come there to do.
In understanding the demon's ambitions, Trevor uncovered its folly; it wanted to be an alpha when the body it was possessing was anything but. Sure Andy was big and buff and handsome, but Trevor had seen beneath the skin and knew that the biggest muscle on Andy would always be his heart. And with this sappy sentiment in mind, he did what he'd done the day before and cast the demon out.
The demon did not go down without a fight though- Andy's eyes glowed and his mouth flew open, ready to dispel the demonic essence, but the demon forced them back shut as it fought to remain right where it was in one final display of pride.
Every single one of his vessel's massive muscles strained, veins of glowing red bulging to the surface as the pressure built within until finally the essence burst out from... Andy's nipples, of all places, which leaked red demonic fluid that trickled down his body to the floor until the evil had been drained from him.
Freed from the demon's control, Andy's shoulders heaved as he looked around in confusion, confusion which intensified tenfold when he glanced down and saw the hulking fortress his body had become.
"Holy shit!" he choked out, his hands flying everywhere as he felt his muscles in disbelief. "What the hell happened to me?" He glanced down at Trevor. "Why are you on the floor?"
"The demon that stole your body was a bit of a gym rat," Trevor rubbed at his nose to try and drive away the stench of salt and dirt. "And don't ask about that second thing."
"I feel like I weigh a thousand pounds," Andy murmured, eyes widening as he moved his arm slightly and the bicep bounced. "Fuck, maybe I could lift a thousand pounds. I'm fucking shredded!"
When the last of the red vanished, the energy in the room shifted and everyone in the gym suddenly realized that they were all standing around doing nothing but staring at some random (albeit incredibly buff) young man who was feeling himself up; most of them averted their eyes when they noticed his outrageous attire (or lack thereof), but a few eyes lingered, so Trevor pulled his jacket off and wrapped it around Andy's waist to give him some measure of privacy.
Or at least, he tried. Andy was so big now that the fabric of his makeshift coverup was riding up in the back over his ass, leaving half of his bowling ball cheeks still on display.
Trevor winced and jerked his head towards the exit. "Let's get you some clothes."
Glancing around the room at all of the strangers side-eyeing him, Andy blushed and moved to follow Trevor, but he only made it a step before he collapsed to the floor, hissing in pain.
"Holy shit my entire body is sore," Andy groaned, every one of his many muscles screaming at him. "I'm never going to gym again."
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After Trevor helped Andy limp home, the little guy left him to stew in an Epsom salt bath- although it was a bit of a tight squeeze, as now Andy could barely fit in the tub.
As he waited for the warm water to ease the pain of an inhuman marathon workout session, the formerly possessed young man closed his eyes and tried to pretend everything was normal, even as the water gently rocking over the topography of his form made him hyper-aware of the ways his body had changed. No, he was just a normal guy taking a bath, with a normal life and a normal body that wasn't turning into a playground for demons. Everything was fine now, really!
He didn't believe that, but exhaustion caused him to doze off and he woke a while later to find that the water had gone lukewarm (not cold- Trevor must have come in to add more hot water at some point). His aches were, if not gone, at least manageable, which meant it was time to get out and face the music.
The usual towel that he used after a shower now felt laughably small compared to his new mass, so he just patted himself dry and hung it back up instead of trying to wrap it around his waist. Then, he took a deep breath, and finally faced himself in the mirror.
He'd said it before, but it bore repeating- holy shit.
It was a bit perverse to feel grateful that his body had been snatched and abused, but the reality was that it would have taken him years to work off the effects of yesterday's demonic binge, so he would accept whatever today's demon had done to him as well-deserved payback. But as he stared at his reflection, he was forced to confront the fact that the day's super-workout session hadn't been a magic reset button, but rather another trick that had turned his body into something else he didn't recognize: a beast.
He felt like someone had zapped him with gamma radiation and made him into The Incredible Hulk. Andy, the regular Andy of two days ago, had been a pretty buff guy who took pride in his muscles, but the guy who looked back from the mirror was muscles. All swollen meat with throbbing veins; a sight equally impressive and grotesque.
Twisting side to side, Andy marveled at his new proportions. Rolling his shoulders back to watch his lats flare, he angled himself side to side, feeling the unwieldly mass of shoulders were so broad they probably wouldn't fit through most door frames. His pectoral muscles jutted so far forwards he couldn't see his feet when he looked down, but in the mirror he could see that his legs were utterly jacked, with thighs of steel and calves like diamonds.
Twisting back, he could certainly see his ass though- it'd be hard to miss, massive as it was now. Curious, he reached down and pinched it, and he discovered with some disappointment that it was hard as a rock. This thing was like a showpiece rather than something that actually gave him pleasure, like... cement throw pillows.
Andy felt like he was trapped within a statue of flesh: chiseled and sculpted to perfection, but impenetrable to the touch.
He thought about Trevor, sweet little Trevor, and he was acutely aware that he now dwarfed his boyfriend even more than he had before. If the two of them were to make love, would he still be able to offer a gentle touch with these meaty hands? What would it be like for Trevor to touch this hard, unyielding flesh that lacked any softness or comfort?
These were the thoughts running through Andy's mind as he lie there in bed, waiting to see if his boyfriend would come padding through the door like he had the night before. And he heard the door creak open, he heard the footsteps, but he didn't feel another body press into the bed next to him.
The big guy peeked over and in the dim light filtering into the room, he saw Trevor standing by the side of his bed, staring at him intently.
Andy wilted a bit. "You don't have to-"
Trevor interrupted him. "You might have noticed, but you're massive now, which means you're gonna have to scooch over a little more so I can fit."
Oh, duh, Andy thought, and he shuffled all the way over until there was enough space for Trevor to slip under the covers on the other side.
Space was so tight that Andy was worried he would crush the twink if he rolled over in the night, but fearless, Trevor nestled in as closely to Andy as he could and draped one arm over the hunk's broad torso. Andy hadn't bothered trying to fit into any of his old clothes so he was shirtless again, and his boyfriend's arm left a blazing band of warm where their skin connected; Trevor pressed a little kiss to the side of one of Andy's prodigious pecs and rested his head beneath it.
Andy, for his part, stared up at the ceiling and focused on taking deep breaths; he wanted desperately to roll over and kiss Trevor until everything felt right again, but he didn't trust himself with his new body yet so he just laid there and hoped that Trevor wouldn't notice that he was pitching a tent.
It was wild that he would think about sex at all when he looked like a roided out Mr. Universe escapee and the threat of demonic possession still loomed in the distance, but he was rock hard actually- his system must be flooded with endorphins after all that working out.
Plenty of time for all that tomorrow, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
To be continued...
