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Christmas III: A Brand New Stanta Claus (Part 10)

The rest of the night went smoothly, though Stan may have strayed from his explicit list of naughty men on occasion, to punish a few people who may have not deserved it, but it didn’t really matter–the pigs and bears and cubs all thanked him for it afterwards, licking his boots, his holes, or the cum dribbling from his cage. He felt so…happy now, so free. How had he managed to exist with all of this bottled up inside of him for so long? Now that it was out, he could barely remember what he’d been like before all of this, before he’d been given this great gift. The list whittled down, and dawn approached on all of the horizons he visited around the world, and as much as he was enjoying the night, he was happy when he finally came to the last name on the list–what he hadn’t been expecting, however, was to recognize it.

It was his name–his old name, maybe, he might say. He checked the notes, and found a personal note from Timmy the elf, addressed to him, Stan:

“By now, I’m sure you have discovered that I misled you during our initial meeting, but I hope that you can forgive me. I’m also sure that you have discovered our true intent as well, but I have a feeling you have probably enjoyed yourself more than you might have ever believed. Regardless, our deal stands. Your one year of service is up. If you wish to go back to your old life, simply leave your clothes in the sleigh–all of them–send the reindeer off, and everything will go back to normal–no one will have even noticed that you were gone. However, if you wish to continue your service, you are welcome to return to the North Pole for as many years as you are able and willing. I hope to see you soon, but if I do not, I understand.”

Go back? No–no, he could never go back. Not after this, not after what he’d experienced, not after what he’d become. But he also knew he couldn’t simply leave, either. This was his family, he had created them. He could at the very least say goodbye, and leave them some gifts. He slipped down the chimney and began poking around the house, eventually finding his way to the master bedroom, where he had spent so many years, but where his widow, Emily, was now sleeping alone.

From various bits of evidence around the house–some photos of them only Emily had liked that he’d hated were hanging were up, an ornate urn on the fireplace–it looked like his alter ego had simply died in the last year. Good riddance. But there she was, just as she’d always been, and he hated her so, so, much. He hated her for all the years he’d toiled away with her, both of them desperately unhappy, neither able to satisfy the other. Emily had always dreamed that all men adored her–she would, in an effort to garner his interest, attempt to inflame his jealousy, but she had never actually slept with anyone else that he’d known of. The room still reeked of the perfumes she insisted on wearing, along with all her makeup on the vanity–he had never once seen her face bare, in all their years together, like he’d married a mask. He focused, and all that reeking perfume turned into sweet, manly musk on the air, as he slipped into the room. Fussing with his cage until it came free, his massive cock unfurling. He’d never really given her a proper fuck, in all these years, so he might as well give it to her now.

He climbed on her, and rolled her onto her stomach. She didn’t fight him, the welling of lust in her at his hands was enough, but she tried to scream when his massive cock worked its way into her ass, but the scream faded into a moan, her physique expanding, filling out, hair growing across her body, until after a few minutes, Emily was now a fat old man, bucking back to meet Stanta’s thrusts, his vagina closing up, but leaving a miniscule, clit like cock and two tiny balls barely hanging at all below it. With a final thrust, he pumped his ass full of cum, and gave him the rest of his gift–from now on, his musk would be so powerful, that no man would be able to resist fucking him, but only so long as he remained as filthy and unwashed as possible. He would need to, however–his musk is the only way an old, disgusting, small cocked geezer like this was ever going to get someone to fill this hole. That desire would drive him more than any else, the need to be fucked at all times–if he needed men to adore him, then they’d have no choice. He pulled out, and Emil groaned, reaching around with a hand and shoving several fingers in all at once, pumping them in as he twiddled his tiny cock and shot a load all over the disgusting bedspread, before collapsing and falling asleep immediately, hand still firmly planted in his own hungry ass.

Still, Emil was only one of the people currently in the house; after their father’s sudden death, it would seem that all three of his son’s had come home for Christmas to soothe their former mother’s angst. Such good boys–now their father could deal with them all at once, instead of having to cross the country to find them. Still, Stanta was struck by how little he really knew of his son’s, even after all these years. he’d spent so much time pushing his own desires onto them, that he’d never really let them express themselves. Well, Stanta would fix that. These boys were going to get everything they’d ever wanted for Christmas this year, whether they liked it or not.

The Lizardman Plot (Part 2)

by Wesley Bracken

Commissioned by: Guderian

WARNING: This one is strange too. Scalies, F to M TF, raunch, incest, other stuff….

***

The machine kept each person separate from the people on either side of them on the conveyor belt, but that did nothing to soften the screams that surrounded Krista on all sides as she was swallowed deeper into the machine. Already mechanical arms had ripped away all of her clothing, sprayed her down with any number of chemicals and solutions–including one which had stripped all of the hair from her head and her body, flushing it away down a drain–leaving her naked and smooth in her small, moving room, besieged at each point by a massive number of probes and metal claws that examined every inch of her body, from the measurements of her face, to the size of her breasts, digging into her vagina and ass as she screamed along with the rest, humiliated and terrified, but she soon discovered that this was just the beginning.

When it seemed like there was nothing else that the the machine could do to her, the small room came to a stop, and what had been grey walls to both sides were suddenly made of what looked like, in the dim light of the machine, to be some sort of strange goo, and then the goo started closing in from both sides. There was nowhere for her to go, and in seconds the two membranes of goo had collided with her between them, sealed inside the rubber like film. She tired to breathe, and she felt the goo actually plunge into her open mouth, down into her lungs and her throat, as it also pressed its way up into her pussy and even into her ass, probing deep and violating her again. She was pinned in place, sealed inside a vacuum, and even though there was no way she could breathe, somehow, when she kept moving down the conveyor, she didn’t black out. The membrane, it seemed, was providing everything she needed to stay alive–but she certainly couldn’t scream. No wonder the back end of the machine had been so silent, she realized.

No longer needing the room or the belt to move her, the machine opened up into a large cavity, the gunk imprisoning her suspended from a set of hooks above her, and all around her were gators working in and amongst all of the other people trapped in the same way as her, screaming silently, their eyes moving in the transparent goo, but nothing else able to move an inch. One gator, however, wasn’t working–he was watching–and when he saw her he hit a large red button, bringing her line to a halt. He came over, uncoupled her from the hooks and carried her off, attaching her to an unmoving line next to a control panel, and he started working on some sort of program, and around his wrist, Krista could see the bracelet which Matt had seen in the first room–this was the same lizard he had been obsessed with. Her stomach sank–she’d been hoping that Matt had remained free, hoping that he could expose the whole thing, but not only had he most likely been captured, he must have betrayed her as well. What in the world would these beasts do to spies, when she had no idea what they were even doing to people?

The gator finished working on the program, and then he resumed waiting, watching the line Krista was on, and after half an hour or so, another person slid down the line and came to a halt next to Krista–Matt, also encased in goo and stripped of all of his hair. The gator walked up to Matt, grinning, and started running his claws along Matt’s full belly and his cock, their eyes locked together. The gator hissed in a way reminiscent of a laugh, and then released Krista’s rack to continue deeper into the machine.

It came to a stop in a dimly lit room, where a metal claw took a tube and shoved it deep into her pussy, where it adhered to the goo inside, and began pumping something warm inside her. She shivered at the sensation, feeling a near spontaneous orgasm rip through her, but it felt like the liquid was being drawn deep into her body, and changing her in some way she couldn’t even describe. Two more tubes were attached to her breasts, pumping at her chest as the tube in her pussy stopped filling her up, and began sucking as well. Both of tubes on her breast and inside of her were now painful, and she tried to shout and scream into the goo, feeling her body being reworked and contorted against her will. The tube slowly withdrew from her pussy, when it did, she saw that something was being drawn out with it–inside the tube…was a scrotum, and when it emerged, she saw that her vagina was gone, replaced by two full, low hanging balls beneath her clit, and then the tubes detatched from her chest, and she saw that her breasts had been replaced by muscle. She now had two pecs than any man would be proud to own, and she tried to look down at her now masculine body, but couldn’t–she could only feel the strange sensation of her new balls hanging from her groin yet suspended in the goo, the flatness of her chest, and then the rack started moving again down a short track, before arriving at another room.

This time, at least, there weren’t any tubes. However, it was pitch black when she entered, and when the rack came to a stop, lights clicked on all over the room, brilliant yellow, heating her up in moments, and she felt the goo encasing her come alive. It squirmed against her skin under the heat of the light, burrowing down into her pores, the goo in her throat, lungs and ass driving in deeper as well. She couldn’t even begin to describe what it felt like inside of her, the goo rearranging organs, bone and muscle, but her skin felt like it was growing dryer and cracking apart. The surface of her body was splitting apart into dark green scales, and she went rigid as the goo within her latched onto her spinal cord, and it started growing, pushing out her tailbone, the small of her back bulging out as a tail pushed its way out of her, growing several feet long in a matter of seconds, the goo stretching to accommodate and support it as muscle filled in to support the new weight.

Her hands and face felt like the goo was massaging itself into every nook and cranny, growing her teeth out into sharp fangs, reshaping the bones of her skull, flattening her nose and extending her mouth into a short, rounded snout. It even managed to worm it’s way around her eyes, her sight shifting as her pupils and iris changed, the light now even harsher to her more sensitive vision, her ears disappearing entirely, crushed to the side of her head and covered in scales. After what felt like ages, the lights finally shut off, Krista trying to grapple with the new sensations of her body in the darkness, the rack above her grinding to life and rolling down the track to the next room where she came to a halt.

She could see far better in the low light now, the claw taking the tube and shoving it down her throat, Krista no longer sure how to work her jaw, and again, the tube started pumping something into her, heat spreading from her stomach out to the rest of her body, her muscles convulsing painfully beyond her control, each contraction destroying and rebuilding muscle tissue faster than could have ever been possible. Her bones ached as well, and she felt her new skeletal structure start to bulge and expand, the goo lengthening as she grew two feet taller, topping out at over eight feet tall, her muscle bulging out past bodybuilder and growing even larger, almost comical in size, her new pecs bulging out from her chest in two shelves, her biceps and arms so thick she couldn’t drop them to her sides, thighs and calves thicker than any man she’d ever seen.

The claw wasn’t finished however, and attached one last tube to her clit, and she felt it start sucking and pumping, pleasure wracking it’s way through her in orgasmic waves as it grew larger and thicker in the tube, and before long, she had a huge, thick cock over a foot long, semi erect over her churning balls, and she realized that she wasn’t even a woman anymore. She wasn’t even human anymore. She was some abomination, some terrible beast. This was even worse than the first part–before, at least she had suffered her humiliation as herself. Now, her very identity had been ripped away from her. She couldn’t even recognize this body as hers. Is this what had happened to everyone the lizards had captured? Is this what they were doing? Slowly replacing the human race with their own kind?

The tubes retracted at last, and her rack proceeded along the track, and she hoped this would be the end of it, but in her heart, she knew that there would be one more stop. After all, her mind hadn’t changed at all. She finally arrived at what she assumed would be the final stop, and there was a bright golden screen, similar to the glowing eyes the gator with Travis’ bracelet had possessed–or, she realized, the gator who most likely had been Travis a few weeks before. Unable to look away, she felt the rhythmic patterns drill down into her mind and her soul, breaking her down. She fought back, but what, in the end, was the point? She had already lost everything of herself–why shouldn’t she lose her mind to? It would be a relief, really. She didn’t want to be a lizard, she didn’t want to be a man, but being trapped between would be even worse. Letting go of her fear, she let herself fall into the golden shine, and felt herself dissolve away into the gold.

***

Matt struggled against the cocoon binding him, trying to break away as the gator ran its talons up and down his naked body. He could feel everything through the thin layer of goo, and as he fought, he mostly resisted the pull of his brother’s golden eyes, but he couldn’t avoid them for very long. They sucked him back in, and his body froze in place again, but rather than the compulsion from before, the voice was more clear in his mind, the anger and the rage that his brother felt towards him.

Matt tried to push back, he tried to apologize. He’d been afraid when he’d found Travis, his little brother, in bed with one of his best friends–one of his best…male friends. How could Matt have known that his parents would throw Travis out of the house? It wasn’t his fault–none of it. He’d tried to stop them, he tried to help him, but then he’d disappeared and he’d been looking for him ever since. What could he have done?

The gator threw those arguments aside. It was over–the past. Nothing could be done about it, about the deep, writhing pit of anger he’d felt, that he still felt after this whole year, even after he’d been kidnapped from the street and twisted into a lizardman, he still held onto it. It was a betrayal deeper than Matt could have even begun to imagine, because Travis had loved him–capital “L” love–and that rejection had crushed him in ways he hadn’t even been equipped to deal with. Still, he had Matt now, and he ran a claw up the length of Matt’s cock, making his brother shiver, knowing that soon enough everything would be perfect. Still, he wanted to see him do it, he forced the pleasure into Matt, amplified it as he stroked his imprisoned cock, and after a moment, Matt shook in the cocoon and the gator watched him pump a load of cum into the vacuum, and then he finally looked away. He started the program and watched Matt’s rack roll deeper into the machine, and then, almost as an afterthought, unhooked the bracelet he’d worn everyday to remind him of the betrayal which had led him here and let it fall to the grimy metal floor of the machine. He wouldn’t need it after this was finished, and he hurried off down a corridor towards the end of the machine.

As he went, he passed hundreds of other people in the midst of standard transformations, however, as a Golden, Travis had a certain amount of freedom to experiment. He was still, technically, subordinate to the raptors, but concerning the fact that none of them could resist his eyes if he felt like it, none of them were really willing to contest him either. As a gator, he actually knew the workings of the machine better than the raptors, so even if he wasn’t in charge, the entire system would crumble without him and the other golden gators like him. The machine was massive, but he was still able to reach the exit before both Matt and Krista. Here, the cocoons were deposited, at this point the goo brittle and hard, the newly born lizards ripping their way out into their new lives, being directed to their training sessions in the hot tunnels beneath the surface of the earth. He only had to wait for a few minutes, before Krista–or rather, the massive raptor who Krista had become–slid out of the machine and hit the floor, the huge beast inside already starting to rip it’s way out with it’s long claws.

Travis stood back a few paces and admired his handiwork. The behemoth of a cock was especially stunning–it was a shame she hadn’t become a Golden like him, she would have made a spectacular general. Still, when it came to time to wipe clean the surface world she would destroy and slaughter a great many apes, he was certain. Beneath the goo, Krista flexed her muscles in both of her arms, and the goo shattered apart, scattering in every direction, and she started ripping the rest away and stood up, not quite steady, her thick tail forcing her to lean forward as she looked at her clawed hands, and then felt her rigid, scaled cock, somehow certain that something else should be there instead…but what? Her brain felt like mush–it just couldn’t seem to process much of anything, and when the gator walked up and started stroking her cock, she let out a hiss and shot a huge load of cum from her balls almost instantly.

They shared a gaze for a few moments, the gator telling her what to do, and what to expect, and a few minutes later, a second cocoon of goo slid out of the machine, and Travis hurried over to his brother. He wanted to be the first to see him, to see what he had done to him. Matt wasn’t much taller than he had been–and was quite short by gator standards, but he was much fatter, nearly a blob, and eager to see, Travis started ripping away the goo, freeing him, but as soon as Matt’s face was free, he could smell something he needed, something he wanted, and he slid out his long tongue and ran it along Travis’ thick inner thigh and up to his ass crack, shivering, the taste of the musky crack nearly making his small, two inch cock explode with cum. However, before Travis could indulge, he was thrown to one side as Krista stormed over, and rammed her huge cock into Matt’s long snout, snorting and bucking roughly, pumping cum down Matt’s throat, the gator swallowing it all down, and Krista just kept fucking. It was her purpose–or at least that’s what Travis had told her. To fuck, and fuck roughly, to use and abuse Matt to her heart’s content.

Travis freed the rest of Matt’s body, and Krista rolled the huge gator over onto his huge belly and started fucking his ass, the massive cock sliding in easily, and Travis simply stared into his brother’s eyes for a few minutes, making sure he fully understood his new role. He was a cumdump, the lowest of the low, meant to serve and please every other lizard in any way they demanded. He was too stupid to work on the machine, he was too weak to fight or even mine beneath the earth, and so he would be a slave, a urinal, a tongue to clean their sweaty bodies and reeking assholes, and he would love it, he would relish it. It’s all he’d ever wanted to do–it’s all he’d ever wanted to be.

It took Krista over ten loads to feel sated, and even then, her cock was still rock hard. She probably would have kept fucking if another raptor hadn’t gotten her attention, and directed her to follow him to a combat lesson. Travis enjoyed his brother for a few more minutes, and then compelled him to get up and follow Travis deeper into the mines. There were many gators down there, mining metal and coal and oil for the machine who would love a cumdump to abuse in the depths, and then, Travis would always know just where to find his brother, when he wanted to use him.