How I Became the Son of Satan Part 3 ------------------------------------ by mattywoowoo@gmail.com ------------------------------------
Over the next few days, my body had become more muscular, and I felt much more healthy. My skin tone seemed to be tanning, similar to Daddy's. My days consisted of waking up, drinking Daddy's semen, lounging a bit, and then sleeping again. It was actually really nice, comfortable. I felt free, wild, and not just cause I was practically naked all the time (except for the unfortunate jockstrap that was tight against my crotch, like a chastity belt. Sometimes I'd just stretch out like a cat, wiggling my toes and lay there gazing around.
Every once in a while, something new would show up in the house; furniture, rugs, and to my shock a new room too.
I was sleeping in Daddy's bed, when I heard a noise. I thought it was Daddy, but remembered the jug full of cum was still partially full. I tiptoed into the bathroom, which seemed to be for decoration and washing your hands, I don't think the toilet has even been flushed before, knowing that everything we eat or drink goes straight to our muscles and body. There in the bathroom like always was a sink, the toilet, and a bathtub. But suddenly, I noticed what had made the sound: a door. A new door. I was curious, and thought I should open it. After all, this was my home. It feels like I've been living here my whole life. Or death for that matter.
The door opened into a room. A bedroom. Tears filled my eyes as I realized what it was: my old bedroom. I walked in, feeling the warm fuzzy carpet underneath my bare feet. I touched my bed, the smell of my past entering my thoughts. I remembered now, I used to have a... life. All this time, my mind had focused on Daddy. Nothing else existed, but then it did, I just had forgotten it. How could I have forgotten it? My room! My mother? Even my dad, who I barely saw. Did I have two Daddys? No, I have one Daddy, and one... Dad? I was so confused. I sat down on my bed, the warm cloth framing my bare buttocks. I looked down, and saw, I wasn't muscular, I was that same old skinny "twink" I was when I came here. I looked into my mirror, and saw nothing. Nobody was standing in my reflection. Not even me. Was I still dead? Was this all a dream?
Suddenly the door opened, I didn't realize I had even closed it. And in entered my biological father. His eyes were red, puffy. He sat down next to me, as if he could see me. But he couldn't. I began to cry there, along with him. What is this place? Why did the door open up? My mother then walked in. She comforted my dad, hugged him. "It'll be alright Steve," she said. "N-N-No. He was too young!" he sobbed.
I tried to touch them, and even though my hand went through them, I sensed a warmth. Dad stopped crying, Mom put her arm around him. "He wouldn't want us to be like this, upset. He was the one who told us, 'Death must be good, cause nobody ever comes back!'" my mother said then took a deep breath in. "We need to be strong."
I got up, feeling cold. I didn't want to see this anymore. What was there for me to do? Nothing at all! I opened the door, and found myself in the bathroom of Daddy's home again. The door vanished immediately. I was confused, but realized that the door must have opened for a reason.
Maybe there was a way for me to get back. After all, Daddy is the most powerful man, demon, here. In the world. Maybe if I earned his trust, he could help me. I'll have to become his son, I'll have to prove to him that I can take him, and his cock, right? As hot as it sounds to be Daddy's slave, I still missed my old life.
I drank another cup of cum, and noticed, it was the last. No more cum was in the jug. Tonight, or tomorrow, will be the time when Daddy will come home, and turn me into his son. Maybe I could discuss it with him. Or maybe, I should... keep it a secret.
To be continued...
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