Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2022 05:45:45 -0600
From: Thanh Tran <thanhjtriet@gmail.com>
Subject: Yaoguai the Body Modifier (Chapter 1)

Yaoguai The Body Modifier
By Thanh Tran

This story is a work of horror and contains extreme sexual content
involving body horror, body modification, and non-human creatures. All
explicit scenes are between men and other humanoid entities with male
genitalia. Content warnings include depictions of violence, murder, rape,
trauma, and dark themes discussed throughout. Do not read this story if you
are under 18 years of age or find such content upsetting. Do not attempt
the extreme sexual practices featured in this story, as they are impossible
to perform safely in real life and will result in serious injury or death.

Feel free to email me with any feedback or concerns.

Chapter 1

Yaoguai

Every inch of my flesh took in the scent of smoke and decay rising above
the decimated town before me. I should have savored the scene with a
photograph, a landscape of loss to carry with me as a reminder of what we
could accomplish together. Many evacuated when they saw us coming.
Unfortunate. But the ones that stayed gave my lover some fun with their
resistance and satisfied him in more ways than one, which in turn satisfied
me. Their lives strengthened his spirit, and in death, their dust
strengthened me. Now they felt no pain or sorrow. Nor did their loved
ones. To them, it was like they'd never existed.

My partner had gotten carried away with arson, burning down a large section
of the town. When the fires had died down, the living had attempted to hide
there in a large warehouse. I could sense them in there cowering and
berating each other for making noise. They had used their last remaining
strength to try to lock us out of their temporary living quarters by
bolting crude iron plates over the door frame that led inside. I crawled to
that door on the second floor of the building, careful to avoid the broken
glass and pieces of charred bone on the stairs, and I tore their iron door
from the wall with a single slash of my claws.

Satorei had already found his way in through a window and gleefully looked
toward the scene through his fursuit stained with blood. Dashingly
gorgeous, he looked like a six-foot-tall mascot for a race of hellish owls.
It was covered in different colors of fabric from head to toe to make a
beautiful rainbow, with bright green wings, a blue body stained with blood,
a yellow beak carved into a smile, large orange eyes, and a black plume.
Inside the open beak was a piece of thin black netting with holes worn into
it, through which I could see his silly smile as he looked upon his
captives tied to chairs with ropes and gagged with dirty towels.

If Satorei's antics did not have them startled already, my own appearance
gave them such a fright that the three that were still awake started
uselessly struggling against their bonds. Typical for my first appearance
of the day. One was a man and two were women. The man was in his early 20s
with short brown hair and acne, wearing a large gray Harvard sweatshirt and
track pants. He seemed the most relaxed of the bunch and was fixated on
Satorei with the wide, gleaming eyes of admiration. One of the women was
plump and elderly with a long mane of white curls and wearing a white parka
covered in dirt and blood stains. The other was young and Korean with a tan
ponytail and bent glasses missing a lens. She was late term with a child,
the ropes digging into her protruding belly. Her eyes were shut tight and
sobbing to herself.

"Well gosh!" said Satorei in a high, squeaky voice gesturing toward me. "Is
that an alien? What planet d'ya think he's from?" He walked around my form
that resembled a large praying mantis with dark red eyes, checking me out
to be a tease. "I come in peace, friend!" He held out a green owl wing for
me to shake, which I did not.

I morphed from my insectoid form into a nine-foot-tall naked human man with
pallid skin, large concave black eyes, and no nose, mouth, or hair anywhere
on my body. I towered above the room in silence standing next to my
handsome lover. Satorei looked me up and down let his gaze linger on my
well-developed biceps, pecs, rippling abs, and especially my uncut cock
that was thicker and longer flaccid than his forearm in the fur suit. This
was a new form. I knew he liked what he saw and would be all over me when
he was done, which made my own shaft twitch in anticipation.

"This is how we say hello!" He grabbed my penis in both wing-covered hands
and shook it up and down several times. He fidgeted and adjusted himself in
the owl suit so his tent would not be visible. "Ahem..." He turned to his
audience. "And now that he's here, it's time we got started."

He paced around, moving within inches of them and causing them to flinch.
"Your little town was delightful. They put up a crazy good fight. But
they're dead now. It was fun, wasn't it? And whatever you believe, you're
not going to see them again. Their souls, if you believe in those, were
already snorted up like a good pixie stick."

"The bad guys will feast well tonight. Their eggs will hatch, and their
young will grow into fine young pups of Hell. Their dreams will be full of
screams, and they will return twice as mighty for the next helping. I came
up with that poem. Did you like it?" He patted the male captive on the
shoulder who seemed to shudder and somehow enjoy it.

"Your loved ones have already forgotten about you. It's like you never
existed. All because you were in the right place at the right time. Isn't
that sad?" He kicked a rock with his bird foot and it smashed into pieces
in the dark corner of the room. "But even with all these dark and scary
topics, we can still have some fun tonight, can't we?"

Beautiful Satorei walked to the corpse of a middle-aged man lying in a pool
of blood with a knife in its neck, likely a personal victim of his who'd
seen him struggle to heft himself up through the window in his bird suit.
He pulled out the knife, twirling it around as he walked back to me. In his
cheery voice, he asked his audience, "How many kills d'ya think Satorei got
today?"

He walked to the pregnant gagged woman and looked her in the eye, then to
the young man, who melted under his gaze, then to the older woman who shut
her eyes tight. "Anyone?"

"Wanna know the answer? I bet no one got it right!" He made a long dramatic
pause and then leaned into the captives as though telling them a secret.
"It's whatever you were thinking, plus three! Get it?!" He kicked the man's
chair, knocking him onto his back. He bent down and picked up the man by
his shirt. "You wanna suck some cock before you die? I'm getting kind of
horny down in my cloaca if you catch my drift." The man tried to vocalize
something into the gag on his face. He almost seemed to be volunteering to
do just that, but my lover had already moved on. "How about you ladies?" he
asked. "Is that a boy baby you got in here?" He rubbed the young woman's
belly, and she recoiled her face away from him.

I loved this part. Seeing him get off to his victims was my favorite thing
about letting him run wild. This was what I was waiting for. I pictured
Satorei's smooth pecs dripping in sweat and rock hard cock fighting to be
free from the costume as he got off to his perverted, sadistic fun. My own
naked pole started to fill with blood and expand as my pulse quickened. I
absentmindedly brought a hand down to rub it in front of them. What a
tease, making it so long and drawn out. I wanted him to rip the man's pants
off and fuck him. The way he was looking at my lover almost made me
jealous. It was pure desire. His deepest fantasy was being fucked by his
killer. What a naughty jock. I tried to peek to see if he was getting hard
in his track pants, but my partner's large costume was in the way. I
stroked myself, pulling back the foreskin on this new form for the first
time as I continued to expand. A drip of pre-cum came out of my exposed
head. I could use some of my power to strip them both right now.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash beyond the door I had crawled in. Two sets
of footsteps approached up the stairs. I instinctively camouflaged myself
and hid in the corner. Before I could react, several popping sounds and the
smell of gunpowder filled the air. Gunshots. Satorei was hit once, twice,
three times, gasped, and fell to the floor bleeding out of his fursuit. The
old woman slumped back in her chair with a bullet hole covering where her
left eye used to be.

The two fully-armored men who had done this had made a fatal mistake. I
communed with the matter around the taller of the two and commanded him to
melt into a waxy pool on the ground: flesh, blood, clothes, and all. Slowly
so that he would realize what his fate was and be unable to stop it. He
screamed and grabbed his legs, trying to pull them back out of the puddle
of wax before slipping into it, torso, arms, head, and all, ending with one
last gurgle. His bare skull and handgun floated to the top of the blood-red
pool of wax, which hardened beneath them.

The other man let out a howl of terror and started firing shots all around
the room at random looking for whatever had done that to his comrade. I
sent the pool guy's gun slowly flying toward the other living man, who
caught it his open hand and looked at it in confusion. In an instant, all
his clothes and armor from head to toe dissolved into dust which fell to
the floor. The man was now fully naked, standing there with tan skin and
brown crew cut. He shrieked and fell down on his ass in terror holding the
two guns, an image I wish I could have photographed. I figured he liked
guns, so I made them part of his body. They slowly fused with his skin and
bone. Every inch of his body turned into goo and spawned strands of flesh
that moved toward the metal pieces and attempted to become part of them. He
screamed until his heart and lungs were also part-gun and then fell to the
ground as a motionless, steaming mass of flesh with a human skull on top. A
black mist came out of their corpses and made its way through the air to
me, which I siphoned up through a hole in my hand.

I had to move fast, for as easily as I could kill, reviving the dead was
another story. I picked up Satorei with telekineses, removing my camouflage
in the process. I felt the matter around the bullet holes and concentrated
on fixing them. Two wounds were causing him pain, but were not
life-threatening. I concentrated hard. The bullets came out, and the wounds
healed easily enough. The third had pierced his left lung and gone through
his spinal cord. He was losing blood fast. If he lived, he would still be
paralyzed. I did not know if I had enough power to fix it, or how much
would be left in my reserves after I did.

I focused intently, pouring all my being into the image of his innards in
perfect health and with the warm blood he had lost back in his body. My
ears rang, and my vision blurred. I had a splitting headache. But, it
worked. Satorei gasped for air and rose to his feet, staggering around and
catching his bearings. He cackled and clapped his owl wings together. I
lowered myself to the floor and sat with my back to the wall to rest. I
would need to find and train a successor before my life force ran out. Even
after a feast of nine the same afternoon, I was finding it difficult to
maintain what would have been a trivial task many centuries ago when I'd
first crawled through the dust. Unknown to Satorei, his fate still hung in
the balance and could for weeks. It was one thing to kill someone with a
temporary change like a simple decapitation or evaporation. But it was
another entirely to continue to assert a change I made to a body that went
against the laws of the universe. His flesh and bone now had to regrow on
their own and replace the false matter I was using to fill in the dead and
missing gaps. Any lengthy break in concentration could lead to his body
falling back apart.

Hysterical laughing filled the room as Satorei celebrated his revival. He
danced around in a circle, hugging each of the captives who had similar
reactions than before, minus the now dead elderly woman. My lover pulled
off his owl head with a gasp and exposed his tousled brown hair and smooth
forehead drenched in sweat. He showed us all his boyish Disney eyes,
pronounced cheeks, and dimples that made him popular with the girls (and
boys) (and me) all over his home country of Japan. His sweet charm had got
him on the cover of magazines up until his sudden disappearance.

The gorgeous man before us had been the lead vocalist of the boy band
Shining Death Finger, which released hit after hit, and he was a contender
for the sexiest idol in Japan, receiving floods of gifts and love
confessions from his mostly teen fans. He was his parents' dream made
manifest. From the age of four, they'd started teaching him English,
Korean, and Mandarin; and he'd begun his routine of practicing in front of
the electronic keyboard for thirteen hour days while his father, brother,
mother, nanny, and tutor would all take shifts to supervise him. He was
known for his looks, his musical ability, his charisma, and most of all,
his compassion for those less fortunate. He would casually throw big bills
to the homeless, and he always spoke out in favor of social programs to
protect the sick and destitute in Japan.

Satorei had traveled to LA at age 16 to tour in America, and that was where
we eloped. He disappeared from his hotel room late one night after a show
with a 28 year old male fan he'd been seen with earlier that night was
found there mutilated into 13 pieces with his genitalia found skewered in a
cocktail glass. But my lover couldn't have been that naughty, as there'd
been no traces of him left at the scene. The media went abuzz with rumors
that Satorei himself had been murdered and that his remains were being
preserved for demonic rituals and necrophilia. But he never turned up again
even after a joint investigation by the FBI and Japan's Intelligence
Agency. He'd been a bit busy. And after three years, interest in him had
died down to a murmur as his beauty was assumed to have faded. But I knew
that was not the case. If anything, he had only gotten sexier with
maturity. And he was all mine.

He stood before me, panting and chugging a soda bottle, covered in sweat
and blood, and wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs that were
drenched with dark stains crusted on them. His pecs were well-defined with
quarter-sized nipples that were hardening from the draft blowing onto his
sweaty body. He strength trained every other morning, focusing on his
biceps, which gave him gorilla arms that looked comical next to his smooth
torso but made him more intimidating in the loose muscle shirts he loved to
wear.

My cock hardened back to half mast watching the sweat run down the crease
in his pecs and into his navel. Any weakness I felt quickly left me. I
stood to my feet, towering over him with my two foot shaft sticking out,
with its cherry-red head poking out from my foreskin. I'd tuned out
Satorei's taunting and showmanship since I'd sat down, but my erection paid
full attention to the depravity laced in his voice. He caught sight of it,
and his voice caught in his throat. His gaze lingered. He smiled up at me,
moving his hand down to adjust his own growing tent.

"Here's the problem," he said with ferocity in a deep voice, his whole
childish act completely dropped. "I'm so fucking horny right now I could
rip my dick off." He grabbed his empty plastic bottle in both hands,
smashed it flat, and then threw it, hitting the guy in the Harvard
sweatshirt. "You're going to suck me, and you're going to like it!"

Satorei undid his gag and hastily untied the ropes as the man gasped. My
lover kept bumping into the pregnant woman who was unconscious in her
chair, coming close to knocking her over. Once free, the guy struggled to
stand, looking his captor deep in the eyes with unmistakable desire,
panting softly to himself, his track pants tented. Satorei put an arm
around his neck, holding him tight in his large bicep. "Say your name."

He spoke with a weak voice, "D-do you love me?"

"I said say your name!" yelled Satorei, tightening his grip around the man
and causing him to turn beet red.

"Austin Bishop," he croaked.

He removed his arm, moving his hand to instead brush his right
shoulder. "Satorei," he said.

"Ni-nihao...," said Austin Bishop.

"That's my name, you fucking idiot!" He put him back in a chokehold, and
fiercely brushed his other fist against his skull to give him a noogie.
Then he released him and said, "It's okay. We're best friends now."

"Yes, yes...Sa-tell-lay san..satelli-sama."

"Sa. To. Lrei." He emphasized the third syllable which combined L and R in
a way the English language did not. "No need for the formality. We've been
friends forever, Austin-kun." He smiled and explored under Austin's Harvard
sweatshirt with one hand while holding his forearm with the other. Austin
melted into his hands and began to blush and pant. Satorei continued his
exploration. "We've seen each other naked in the bath since we were kids,
remember. You've got a bit of a six-pack going on there."

"I love you!" Austin blurted out as Satorei rubbed his left nipple under
the sweatshirt.

"I love you too," he kissed Austin on the cheek. "Seeing you for the first
time tickled me in the naughty place. You're that special." They kissed on
the lips. "Austin-kun, I'll let you live if you do a good job. You just
have to impress my friend over there." I was rock hard from witnessing the
growing chemistry between those two. My shaft was nearly three feet long,
covered in bulging veins, and thicker than Satorei's biceps. The cherry-red
hood was fully exposed and damp with clear precum.

"Use me as a toilet and kill me," Austin breathed. "I want it so bad.
You're that special. Your friend just won't fit."

"He's just going to watch while you do me." Satorei moved his hand to feel
the tent in his track pants. "Someone's already excited.

"I can't help it," said Austin, as Satorei started groping him inside his
pants. He started breathing harder. "You're fucking disgusting, but you're
so fucking hot."

"I think I'll let you live. I like you. If I let you live, will you call me
back?" Satorei pulled Austin's pants all the way down and started stroking
his cock more vigorously.

"I'll call the cops to gun you down, you sick perverted fuck." He moaned in
pleasure.

"I can never die," Satorei growled. He rubbed his clothed tent against
Austin's ass.

"Prison then." Satorei assaulted Austin's hole with his prick and sped up,
causing him to tense up and pant. Austin's voice cracked and wavered in
between pants. "A sexy guy like you gangfucked and cream pied all day."

"Eat my cock if you want to leave. Will you eat my cock?"

"Yeah," he moaned. "Yeah," his breath caught in his throat. "Mmmm..."

I was stroking my own pole vigorously in front of them, precum gushing out
and making a sloshing sound in my hand.

"I love you, Austin!" yelled Satorei. "Now cum for me!"

"I love you! I love you!" Austin screamed, tensed up, and greedily humped
his hole into Satorei's clothed hard cock as the sensations over took
him. A long strand of cum shot from his cock several feet away, and he
moaned and spasmed with the rest of his load running down his captor's
hand. My lover pulled his hand away and licked it clean.

"Now," he growled. "The main event. Do whatever you have to and get rid of
it. You don't leave here until my cock is in your stomach!" He pushed
Harvard boy down to the floor, his bare knees scraping on the debris. He
pulled up his track pants over his spent cock, and my partner didn't stop
him.

Austin grabbed Satorei's white briefs looking up in his eyes with pure
lust. He pulled them down, then off revealing his hard uncut cock jutting
to the left out of a bush of long straight pubes. He worshiped the prick
with his eyes wide, playing with his balls and licking his head.

"In your mouth, now!" He did as commanded and started deep throating my
lover. This little cock slut knew what he was doing and wasted no time
going at it hard, eliciting grunts from its owner. My own strokes were
getting me close, especially knowing my lover's deepest fantasy was about
to be fulfilled.

"Now use some fucking teeth!" Austin continued the oral job confused.

"More! Bite it, you fucking bitch!" Satorei punched his jaw and forced him
to bite down. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled as blood started to pull out of
Austin's mouth. He stopped blowing and coughed, looking in horror at the
bloody cut on my partner's cock.

"Why the fuck did you stop?!" Satorei grabbed his head and forced it back
on his cock. "You're eating it! Now bite! Harder!"

He bit. "Not hard enough!" he punched him again, and he bit down in
recoil. I heard a crunch. "Fuuuuck yeah!" Satorei let out a long moan mixed
with a growl that sent me over the edge and caused my first load in this
body to release all over the concrete. Austin pulled his head back off and
spat out the bloodied head of his captor's penis. The remaining stump
spasmed up and down, dripping blood. "Don't stop!" he growled. He was
trembling in pure ecstasy. He dropped to his knees and searched on the
ground for his knife as Austin spat out more blood and tissue. He found the
bloody knife he'd dropped earlier.  He handed it to Austin.

"I love you!" screamed Satorei. "Now cut it off!"

The knife trembled in Austin's hand.

"Cut it off, you fucking bitch!" he growled as his stump continued spasming
up and down, spewing blood. He wrapped his hands around the Harvard boy's
neck. "Now!"

Satorei leaned forward on his knees for easy access. Austin took the knife
in both hands, and in one fell swoop, chopped off his dick stump.
"Fuccccccck yesss! Fuckkkk yes! Yes! Yes!" He growled in his sexy masculine
register that made me swell up again. His moans and breathing reached their
peak as his whole body shook, tensed up, and released. Four large loads of
cum spewed out his exposed piss stump onto Austin's face and sweatshirt
along with more blood. "I fucking love you!" The two leaned together for a
long, bloody kiss.

I surveyed the damage and repaired Satorei's penis, using as little of my
power as possible. His stump healed into a functional half-inch shaft that
would grow back to its full size over the course of a week. I would put a
simple block on his libido to stop him from aggravating it before it was
ready to be used again. My power was getting exhausting to use. Satorei was
my love and my everything, but I knew I wouldn't be able to enjoy his
entire lifespan with the way he was using it. I had to start training a
successor and fast. It could be decades before they would be ready.

My sweet boyfriend had passed out from the excitement. I had given him more
blood to replace what he lost. It was fatigue. His life was no longer in
danger, unless... Austin sat there with the knife still in hand. He's said
he loved the jock and wanted to let him live, but I wasn't about to comply
if he tried to attack my love in his sleep. Austin put down the knife and
bent down over him, brushing his hair. He took off his Harvard sweatshirt
soaked in blood and covered it with the white undershirt he had on
underneath to make a pillow, then gently put his head on top of it. He
cleared the debris around his sleeping, naked body and laid down with him,
putting his arm over him. Such an adorable sight.

They'd both seemed to drift off to sleep when there was another sound that
I wasn't anticipating. The unconscious pregnant woman's water had broken
and was dribbling to the floor under her. Austin turned around and saw it,
then rose to his feet and went over to her.

"Ma'am?" he tried to wake her up by lightly slapping her cheek. "Hello?"

I reached out to the matter around her brain and saw that she would not be
waking anytime soon. She'd had an injury to the brain, one that even I
would have had trouble fixing at full power. As much as I loved to see
death, the potential lost from dying parents and children was always
unfortunate. Satorei's views of humanity did not apply to innocent kids and
babies. If he were awake, he'd be heartbroken and beg me to save the child
at the very least.

I was about to teleport the pregnant woman to a hospital when an idea came
over me. Yes, I needed a successor. And this could be it. I could save the
infant's life, and it wouldn't be much effort to find its father and extant
family. And it would carry a fraction of my power that would grow and
mature along with it while I watched from the shadows.

 I broke my own pact to never speak to anyone but my lover and morphed into
my original form, a giant head with bat wings covered in tentacles and
horns, this one with a usable mouth. I spoke to Austin Bishop in a serene,
ethereal voice that belied my form. "She is dying from severe brain
damage."

"You can talk? So, uh, what are you? Was your friend being serious when he
said we were forgotten?"

"To your first question, yes. To your second, you do not need to know. To
your third, yes. But it can be reversed since Satorei has so kindly spared
your life. It depends on whether you are willing to fulfill an easy task
for me."

He looked over at Satorei, sleeping on his sweatshirt. "He...he kills
people, and that weird shit with cutting off his cock..."

"Do you mean I have to be his lover then?" he asked.

"If you wish to do so, I will accommodate you as best I can. But that is
not my request. You must decide to stay with him or to go back to your old
life and be remembered."

"Can I contact him again...to catch up, I mean?" His eyes were wide
fantasizing about the prospect. What a naughty jock to be wanting it after
all that just happened.

"There are no easy ways to contact Satorei for obvious reasons. But he may
contact you if he wishes. Time runs short. I will need your answer before
he wakes."

"Then send me back. So... do you want me to take someone out for you?" I
wanted to say yes just to see if he would. I was starting to see him as a
long term match for my partner, one that might even make me jealous. But
the thought of a successor was becoming more and more appealing as I
realized that he fully intended to do whatever I asked.

"Quite the opposite. I intend to save this woman's child. Help me do so,
and the curse causing you to be forgotten will be broken."

"Deal," he said.

"Good," I responded before going into a list of what needed to be done.
This was almost too easy. And even my lover wouldn't need to learn a thing
about what I was doing.