Aaron kept walking until the forest thinned out and the stars were fading above the trees. His legs should've been heavy by then, but they weren't. His body didn't feel like his body anymore. It was stronger, sharper, wired tight like a machine that had just been tuned up.
His lungs didn't burn when he breathed. His skin felt different, smoother, like it had been scrubbed clean of years of dirt and scars. His muscles didn't ache even after hours of moving. He felt… new. Rebuilt.
The strangest part was how awake he felt. He'd barely slept the night before, but now he was buzzing, alive in a way he'd never been.
When he stopped to take a piss, that's when he saw it.
He unzipped, pulled himself out, and almost froze midstream. His cock looked… bigger. Not just hard, not just swollen from the rush earlier in the crater. Bigger. Thicker in his grip, veins standing out darker, the head flushed deep red even soft.
He turned a little in the moonlight, staring down at himself while he pissed against a tree. His cock was heavier, hanging lower than it had the night before. And when he gave it a casual squeeze at the base, just testing, it felt solid, harder than he remembered. His balls even looked fuller, heavier, like they'd been refilled.
"Heavens…" he muttered.
The Lustrix pulsed faint in his head, a dark purr, and his cock twitched in his hand as if it had heard the damn thing too.
He shoved himself back into his jeans and kept moving, but the thought stuck with him. His body was changing. The mask hadn't just fused—it was reshaping him.
By the time the smell of smoke hit him, his cock was already twitching again.
He slowed down, nostrils flaring. It wasn't just smoke. He could smell sweat, perfume worn down after two days, the sweet salt of skin under fabric. He crouched low, creeping through the trees until he saw them.
Four campers around a fire. Kids, probably college age. Drinking, laughing, stupid and loud. He didn't care about the group. His eyes locked on her.
She sat near the edge of the firelight, long hair pulled back, tank top stretched across her tits, shorts showing off smooth thighs. She leaned forward to grab a drink, and his cock throbbed so hard it hurt.
The thoughts hit him instantly. No hesitation. No filter.
He saw himself walking out of the trees, grabbing her by the hair before she even knew he was there. Dragging her off while the others shouted and scrambled. Slamming her to the ground and tearing those little shorts in two, feeling the fabric rip in his fists.
He imagined her legs kicking, her nails clawing at him while he forced his cock between them. Her screaming, crying, fighting—while he just held her hips down and shoved in deeper, splitting her open, making her choke on every inch whether she wanted it or not.
Aaron gripped himself through his jeans, cock stiff as iron, pre-cum already leaking into the fabric. His teeth clenched, his breath ragged.
The campers kept laughing. None of them had a clue how close she was to being ruined.
In his head, she was already choking on his cock, tears streaking down her cheeks while he used her mouth until she gagged. He pictured flipping her over, pushing her face into the dirt, fucking her until her voice broke and she couldn't even scream anymore. His cum spilling out of her whether she begged him to stop or not.
"Fuck…" he hissed, nails biting into the bark of the tree as his cock throbbed against his palm.
The Lustrix whispered, smooth and cruel in the back of his skull.
Take her. Break her. Breed her.
Aaron staggered back, away from the fire, chest heaving. His cock stayed rock hard, leaking into his jeans as he stumbled through the dark. He couldn't stop seeing her in his head—legs spread, voice cracking, body breaking under him.
The Lustrix purred again, satisfied.
Soon.