Tier 3+ Story 📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 35

Content (for the whole story): original content, w/w(?), asexuality/demisexuality, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening, stuffing, nausea, gender ambiguity, birth, transphobia, dysphoria, depression & suicidal thoughts, parental conflicts, use of alcohol and other drugs, demons, religions & mythology (diverse), cursing, belly focus

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Part I Acts: 1-3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 l 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Part II Acts: 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 28½ | 29 | 30 | 30½ | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 35

Mel

When Mel woke up, everything ached horribly. The taste in his mouth reminded him of petrol.

“Wakey wakey, sunshine,” he heard Lusje say, who was wrapped all around him in its giant snake shape.

“What happened…?”

“You survived your first night as a demon. Congratulations. Show me your hands, teeth and eyes.”

Groggily, Mel complied without even understanding the reason behind the demon's demand, still busy with handling all the sensation, or, well being alive in the first place.

“Yes, good. There’s no ichor left. You’re free to go to the bathroom now, baby boy. Get yourself clean.”

When Mel tried to sit up there was something hindering his motion. He looked down on himself and the issue was immediately clear: his belly was huge. It had almost doubled in weight and was almost burstingly taut. It easily looked like the body of a full term pregnancy.

“Lusje... what happened??” Mel repeated, also noticing all the black splotches on his clothes now.

“I told you. Don’t you have any memory of it?”

Mel tried to think back, but the fog in his head was so thick that any attempt of cutting through resulted in migraine-like pains.

“You wanted to dispatch some humans. I offered myself instead,” the demon explained.

“I... I ate you?!”

“Well, parts of me. But ya mostly drank my blood, really.”

“I think I’m going to be sick…”

The snake laughed. “Hey now, showing a little gratitude wouldn’t hurt. ‘Oh thank you Lucifer for offering your flesh and blood, you’re some kind of hell Jesus, all hail you,’" it said in a slightly demeaning, high pitched voice.

Mel had no time to be offended. He sprinted in the bathroom to deplete all of his remaining stomach contents into the toilet. It’s was sickening black and thick, and seeing this substance coming out of him made him vomit even more.

“Oh, no problem, human! I haven’t offered my body like this for hundreds of years, but of course it’s a matter of course!” Mel heard the demon shout from the other room, continuing its mimicry show.

Mel wanted to be grateful. But right now he was busy not puking the life out of him, so stroking Lusje’s ego would have to wait.

What, in god’s name, had he done the night before? Hopefully nobody else had been involved or heard them. Worry started to sprout within him now, too, and made him - together with his disgust, fear, anger and panic - feel completely awful.

Maybe it was better not to know any details for now.

After what felt like an eternity, the nausea eventually went away, leaving Mel strangely refreshed. In fact, he felt better, healthier, and stronger than ever before. Physically, at least. So if nothing else, a shower would be manageable.

So that’s what he did, washing off all the black goopy mess that had splattered everywhere, even into his hair and eyebrows. He decided to completely, fully, with all of his might, ignore the massive orb that had grown from his front - even though he could feel masses shifting inside of him continuously.

“Finally, here’s my clean kid. You’re looking good,” Lusje commented, kind of proudly, when Mel entered the main room again, dressed in a bathrobe. The snake was normal sized again and lied across the bed like it owned the place.

Mel had no idea if it meant that he looked better healthwise or... the other thing, and frankly, he didn’t want to know.

“No details. Just tell me, did I hurt somebody?” he asked, looking through his clothes for something that was still possible to wear. He found a 4XL shirt he hadn’t noticed before. So that damned snake had known how much Mel would eventually grow all along.

“Besides myself? No. Don’t worry. Kept ya safe. You wanted to, though. Real bad. Actually, that brings me to a question.”

“No.”

“But you haven’t even heard it yet!”

When Mel had put on the shirt and some tight jeans he wasn’t able to close anymore, he prepared hot water for the tea.

“Ignore everything I said last night,” he stated, coldly.

“Aha! So you do remember what you said.”

“Some things. Like a faint nightmare. Enough to know that it wasn’t me talking.”

Lusje laughed. “Oh, my sweet, sweet little Melchior. All of it was you. An oversaturated, raw, primal version of you. Nothin’ you can do ‘bout that. But I get that it wasn’t the version you want to be.”

“Good. Just forget everything. I didn’t mean any of that.”

Lusje gasped. “Even the part where you said that Marvin was your soul mate and Zaphod mine?”

“Excuse me?”

“Marvin, the Robot. And Zaphod the dashing amazing well written president of the galaxy. From The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.”

“We… we watched a movie?”

“Sure. There was something we had to do, right? After killing and eating humans or fucking was off the table.”

“Ohgod. Please, let’s never talk about this again,” Mel begged and made himself food.

“But you were so cute! So adorable. Like a baby kitten taking its first little steppies.”

“Please. Stop.”

“Alright, alright. Good. There’s something else we have to discuss. You’re low on money. We have to do some coin hunting again. Like, pretty much right now.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I will not leave this building, no, even this room, looking like this. I rather die.”

The snake moaned. “You know, that statement is basically of no worth out of the mouth of a suicidal person.”

“It is what it is. I will not be seen like this.”

“But I told you, I can charm -”

“No!” Mel yelled, and the demon finally shut up.

After that, they both went silent for some minutes. Lusje curled up on the bed, thinking God-knows-what, Mel silently taking in as much breakfast as he could. Only interrupted by occasional sounds from Mel’s stomach that hopefully were of just digestive nature, and leaving him blushing with a sulky face.

“Alright, you know what,” Lusje then said, “I go fetch the money.” When Mel opened his mouth, the snake added: “No killing, no hurting. I’ll be a good little Robin Hood, only taking money from those so filthy rich that they won’t even notice. You stay here and train and, I dunno, be dumb and get fatter. Fucking hell, in all my years I never met somebody as weird as you. Others would already try to take over the world, and you’re sitting in your cheap little one-room apartment, crying over how round you don’t want to be and how nobody should get hurt, fuck.”

The snake opened a portal. While entering it, it still continued with its rant. It only stopped abruptly when the portal closed, leaving Mel with some peace and quiet.

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Story written by RoseVirage
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