Tier 3+ Story 📜 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 23

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)

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 23

Mel

He regained consciousness in the strangest way.

Upright, standing in front of a door with the number “44” on it. Wearing a bathrobe, holding a bag in one hand, and a white card in the other.

Oh, good, you’re finally awake, he heard the familiar voice of Lucifer inside his head.

“What… what happened?” Mel asked, completely perplexed. His whole body was aching, but not nearly as much as before.

Just enter the room for now, man. I’ll explain it to you.

Mel looked at the white PVC card, then held it against the door’s card reader. It clicked and the door moved a little ajar.

He pushed it open and entered.

It was a simple, but clean room. The mirror right next to the entry door showcased a very exhausted version of himself. Roughed up looking fabric was peeking out under the white bathrobe. Part of his shirt was full of blood. He pulled back the fabric to analyze the wound on his neck, but his skin was unpierced.

“Lucifer, what happened,” he repeated his question, his voice shaking.

I took over your body when you were unconscious.

“You … can do that?”

One of my many talents, yup.

Mel opened up the robe and let out a huff in shock. His clothes were torn and full of blood, not only on the neck. He looked like a truck had hit him.

Yeeeeahh …. ‘bout that … I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back. I was just so excited about the whole thing. But I healed all of your wounds, so no worries, right?

Mel patted his body, but couldn’t find any wound or particularly painful body part. The snake was telling the truth.

“Tell me how it got to all this,” Mel demanded.

The demon sighed. Sheesh, fine, if you need it that bad. I was looking for some clothes in a laundromat nearby, but everything was either wet or super ugly. So I fetched one of the robes and robbed a guy. Then I bought you some new clothes and food, and got you this room. You’re welcome.

“You … you stole? In my body?!”

The voice went silent for a few seconds, then said: Really, this is what you’re concerned about?

“Did you hurt him?!”

Oh fuck me, what are you, Mother Theresa?! This is part of the reason why you failed in life. But okay, no, I didn’t hurt him. Much. Only a little. And I wore a paper bag on my head, so he didn’t see your face.

Mel slowly walked to the bed and sat down. He had trouble processing all of that.

Focus, Melchior. We have more important things to discuss.

Suddenly, without any warning, a pain hit Mel right in the guts. It was unlike anything he ever felt. He had lived through hunger pains, belly aches, even a particularly hurtful case of gastritis; But it defied any description. It was as if something exploded within him. Or … no, more like manifested out of nowhere.

It felt unnatural. Wrong.

His stomach made a strange sound, as if he was hungry; Which, now that he thought about it, he was. Greatly. In fact his hunger was bigger than ever before.

He grabbed his stomach with both of his hands.

“What … is happening …” he squeezed out between his lips.

My power has finally started to nest.

Mel couldn’t take it anymore. He quickly got up and tumbled into the bathroom, emptying the insides of his stomach into the sink.

Yeah, that usually happens. Sorry. You’ll get better after you eat.

The thoughts of demonic parasites eating from his flesh made Mel feel incredibly sick. Though it’s not like the demon didn’t warn him. He chose this. He had to deal with it now.

After all of his insides had been drained the hunger was becoming almost unbearable.

Check out what I got you. It’s in the bag.

The snake had bought a wide array of goods: Some fresh bananas, sandwiches, a bag of chips, sweets, a couple of small juice bottles and instant noodles. Mel immediately turned on the electric kettle, opened up the instant noodles and ate two of the sandwiches while he sat on the floor and waited for the water to boil. He then proceeded to eat all of the noodle cups, followed by a banana. When he still felt hungry he ate the others too, then the sweets - and before he properly noticed what had happened he had downed everything edible within the bag, as if it had happened in trance.

He only realized how much he ate after he finished everything up and leaned back onto the edge of the bed, holding his painfully overstuffed middle. Which made even louder sounds than before, seemingly complaining resoundingly about what he had done to it.

He didn’t know a normal person was able to eat that much. His usually flat and soft belly was completely hard and protruding now. He couldn’t even breathe properly.

He heard the serpentine demon asking in his mind: Satisfied?

“Not … not really, to be honest. I’m… still hungry. But even if there was more, my body wouldn’t be able to take it.”

Yeah man, you engulfed that shit like a wild animal. Even I’m impressed.

Mel tried to swallow his shame, but his cheeks went red anyways.

Aw, don’t feel bad. You just became the host of otherworldly creatures. That’s not exactly an easy task for your body. But it’ll be worth it. In fact, I think you might already be able to use some of my powers.

“What do I have to do?” Mel asked, suddenly revived with at least a bit of energy.

Let’s see… See that empty noodle cup? Try to make it vanish.

Mel looked at the cup and imagined it disappearing.

Nothing happened.

Are you tryin’ it? the demon asked.

“Yes.”

I don’t think you are.

“I am!”

It shouldn’t be hard.

“Maybe you’re just a bad teacher? What am I supposed to do? Be angry at the cup? Say a spell? Or imagine things until they are reality, or -”

Here, let me help ya.

Suddenly, Mel’s arm started to tingle in an unpleasant fashion, like something was crawling under his skin, then it raised all by itself, the palm of his hand facing the cup.

Only a moment later the cup sank into the table and vanished.

The tingling stopped.

Mel pulled back the sleeve of his robe, revealing some sort of white snake tattoo all over his arm.

“What have you done to my body?!”

Wow. You’re so bad at asking the right questions. You just used real magic and you’re concerned about a tattoo?

The tattoo moved a little, the snake's head looking towards him directly. He could feel the motion. It gave Mel goosebumps.

“Ew!” he exclaimed.

The snake tattoo stared at him. Honestly, dude, a tattoo of you would be even uglier.

“It’s … it’s just … you’re under my skin. It’s gross.”

Suck it up, wuss. We’re interlinked together now. And this form is a little less conspicuous than my preferred shape, wouldn’t ya think? Now, focus and listen to what I’m about to teach you.

I wasn’t actually dispersing the cup, but opening a portal right underneath it. This will be your main power, my gift to you. It might seem like not much at first, but it’s actually a fantastic thing for a magician, I’d say. Maybe even the best.

Let me show you again. Then you try to imitate the sensations you felt in your arm when I was doing it, alright?

Mel agreed and proceeded to observe and train.

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Story written by RoseVirage | Proof Reader: Doombeez, xtrachubbybunny | Dutch Consultant: EN_NSFW | Emotional Support Reader: Serialfiller1, xtrachubbybunny

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