Growing Nightmare

The next day, Char had finally gotten settled. He didn't have a room, he didn't sleep. No, Daz had a room. Char had the rest of the ship to play with. He'd tinkered with EVERYTHING. He'd modified the engines to run off of demonic power instead of petroleum - obligingly helping his boss save the environment. He'd personally flame-treated the decks to repel water and dirt. He'd even vastly increased the nutritional content of all food on board.

If that just HAPPENED to leave the entire yacht smelling like him, well so be it! It was a pretty good smell. And if that smell just HAPPENED to have already lured the first few employees to his side, well who was he to deny their affections!

Currently he was lying completely stretched out on the bow of the ship, sunbathing openly as they cruised smoothly over open sea. Two crewmates apiece massaged each of his pecs, eagerly feeling up the muscles. He was too firm for them to make much headway, but the joy of a good grope was worth a lot more than mere massage!

Daz woke in his palatial cabin, his private staff having snuck in and tidied it somewhat but Char's intense, musky scent remained as strong as it had been the night before. His whole body tingled in the most pleasurable way he'd ever experienced and he laid there for almost a full hour, waiting to see if the sensation would wane with waking. When it didn't, he slid from his bed and found a robe and pair of slippers, seeing Char's huge figure sprawled shamelessly on the foredeck being attended to by four crewmen. He smiled, reminded that for once his fantastical waking memories were not of a dream but of the actual events of the preceding night. He left his sleeping cabin and went through a door that had been closed the night before, walking down a short hall before entering a spacious living area that occupied much of the rest of the deck. A table was already set near the wall of windows looking out over the ocean and he proceeded to have breakfast as he always did in the mornings.

When he'd eaten he went to shower, quickly discovering that Char's musky scent could not be removed with any amount of scrubbing, though he wasn't particularly upset about this. There wasn't a cologne in the world that smelled as good as the demon horse's manly scent and he was happy to wear it. Once showered he put on some casual clothes and went looking for Char, finding him still sprawled on the deck of the ship being massaged, though the four strapping men had moved on to his arms.

"Well good morning." he said with a grin, making his presence known.  "I see you've made yourself comfortable, heheh.  Last night was....astonishing..."

"Yeah it was pretty fun," Char said idly, not getting up from his massage. "Your employees are pretty eager! You hand-pick them for enthusiasm or something?" The four shuddered as they struggled to cup his biceps even with four hands, clearly enjoying themselves very much. All of them were fox boys, scrawnier than Daz but a bit taller, though next to Char they looked very tiny indeed.

Daz chuckled at how overwhelmed the four foxes were. They were all from the same town and had grown up together so they were always scheduled on the same shifts and he'd gotten used to how they'd reacted any time he'd had a particularly big, muscular guest aboard. Compared to Char, even the BIGGEST of his previous guests failed to measure up, so it was no surprise that they were having trouble keeping their composure. "I pay my employees well, since it ensures they never feel resentment from being asked to give 100%. If that makes them eager well all the better but I'm sure you know better than to think a nearly 11 foot exotic musclebeast like yourself might not be the cause of such a perky response, heheh. You boys can take five..." he said, sending them to relax. Despite the fervor with which they'd been exerting themselves on Char's muscles, they hesitated before following the order. "Somehow I suspect my already high employee retention is going to hit 100% with you around."

"Depends on if any of them get scared," Char opened his eyes and smirked, fishing his necklace out from between his pecs and holding it up to show that the helical central crystal now had four much smaller crystals surrounding it, two on either side. "I wouldn't make your employees go too far away from me! It's not very fun for them." Char flexed his pecs and arms, shaking out some of the relaxation of his massage as he sat up, still tall enough to look Daz in the eye sitting down. "I decided not to absorb the extra power without an audience, but it was VERY tempting."

Daz noticed the additional crystals but didn't immediately recognize the significance. It was quite astonishing and pleasurable to stand next to Char as the huge demon sat plainly on the deck and still have to look up to make eye contact. When the bigger horse mentioned absorbing extra power though, Daz's eyebrows rose as he realized what Char had meant. "Extra...you mean...you took their...but how?  Why?" he asked, his tone of voice not really identifying whether his reaction was on of alarm, concern, or even pleasure. After all, he was bonded with a demon for the rest of his life. A certain amount of demon-like behavior was inevitable.

"How? They were the most susceptible of your crew to all of THIS," Char gestured to his own body, letting it speak for yourself, "They BEGGED for an hour of me, and after an hour they were more than willing to give everything for an eternity in my presence. This was the easy one, though, for the rest of your crew I may have to offer the REAL temptations... as for why, that's obvious."

Char pulled Daz close and whispered to him. "My potential power is LIMITLESS. Every soul I possess makes me stronger. Bigger. MORE. My base power is far greater than the demon mortalkind once called Zeus, and a soul given knowingly is hundreds of times more potent than one simply taken... given that you've so obligingly filled the world with SO MANY more souls than since the last demon's time, how could you possibly expect me to resist?"

A blush burst onto Daz’s face as he was effortlessly pulled close against the huge demon, Char's flames blazing even in the midday sun. He listened to that deep sexual baritone thrum through him as the much larger horse explained to him what he'd done. When Char implied that he might desire to acquire the souls of more than just a few crewmen on the Seahorse though, there was a brief tinge of worry. Then again, the fox boys hadn't seem any worse for wear and...well to be honest, the huge demon's ability to make every single word he spoke sound nearly orgasmic no doubt played a principal role in calming any concern Daz might've had before he'd even expressed it.  "But...what did you mean by...absorb the extra power?  Isn't that just what...happens...when you take a soul?"

"Oh no," Char tsked, shaking a finger, "That's the point of keeping these crystals close to me. Ordinarily a demon takes all the energy from a soul and leaves behind an empty crystal, but as long as the crystal is nearby, we can choose how much of the energy inside them we actually use. I, for example, am currently using ONLY my own energy."

Char grew a foot. Casually. Instantly. The way one might flex a muscle to show off.

"Here I am with one, maybe one and a half extra souls," Char's flames flared bigger, his coat grew shinier, his voice sounded purer, his muscles swelled even larger. The scent that had been hypnotizing Daz for HOURS struck him anew, even more potent and wonderful than before.

Daz was unable to stop himself gasping as Char shot up and out from 10'8" to 11'8", packing on several hundred additional pounds of muscle in the blink of an eye. The even more potent musk made him shiver as he breathed in deeply and those raging flames made the already-bigger demon look even MORE imposing as they flared brilliantly. "H-holy shit!"  he exclaimed under his breath, watching as even Char's bared endowment plumped up larger. "And...it doesn't hurt them?" he asked, eyes wide in astonishment.

"They're still getting influence from their souls, they can live the rest of their lives normally..." One fox stumbled a bit as a wave hit the ship, falling forward out of the circle where the other three stood nervously... and not getting up again. "As long, of course, as they stay close enough to me. If they step outside of range of their soul they'll kind of go into autopilot until I'm back. Fortunately, though, the stronger I get the wider the range of influence. If I got the WHOLE world then mankind could still go into space just fine. But of course they'd never go for thaaaat~"

Daz giggled as Char teased, glancing over at the stumbling fox.  "Are you sure he's okay?  I mean...they've always been a bit ditzy and clumsy but...he went down pretty hard just now."  he said, rubbing a hand over Char's bigger arm and chest as he did.

"Well I -was- planning to upgrade them some." Char said with a smirk, "Wouldn't be any trouble for me to make every one of my thralls the very peak of physical ability. How about it boss, want the quadruplets here into Olympians? Then you REALLY wouldn't have to worry about them... and you'd have some auxiliary ogle targets as well."

Daz blushed at the suggestion.  He briefly found himself feeling as though it would be taking advantage of the four foxes but then again they'd already willingly given their souls to a literal demon.  "Well...they'd still need to be able to do their jobs so...no taller than seven feet..." he replied, a tinge of nerves mixed with a tiny bit of excitement to see what Char had in store for the four foxes.

"Oh, I won't be making them taller, at my power level I risk exhausting myself if I push the limits of biology TOO much. I'll have to work WITH their bodies... and I'll have to give myself a little extra while I'm at it." Char rose up again, casually passing 13 feet as he empowered himself further... and catching the fallen foxboy in his aura once again, the fox eagerly rushing forward to snuggle up to his master.

"They're quite slender in frame, you see." Char spoke like a teacher as he casually threw flame over the fox, incinerating his clothing and leaving him naked. "So making him a bodybuilder would actually be quite hard! Instead he'll have to settle for looking more like an Olympic swimmer." Char pulled the fox forward... and kissed him, pushing his tongue deep into the fox's body and flooding him with demonic magic.

Before Daz's eyes the fox began to swell, shoulders, arms, abs and ass all grew tight and perfectly rounded. In a matter of seconds he had gone from an unremarkable twink to the look of an underwear model... Although some magazines might balk at the size of his bulge, a fat, nine inch cock now throbbing desperately atop a pair of baseball sized balls.

"Of course, I'll make his dick bigger, but that's not intentional, my body fluids just DO that, heh." Char showed off the fox, now the very image of a teenage heartthrob, "Whaddya think, decent first attempt?"

Daz watched in awe as Char breathed size and studliness into the twinkish fox.  The other three were watching and eagerly clamored to be next as the saw what their friend was becoming.  "Whoa, that's...amazing." he said.  "And they're...the same otherwise?  Personality and such?" he asked, looking over the naked form of the transformed fox.  He was the tallest of the four and so stood noticeably taller than Daz, grinning with a somewhat vapid look of satisfaction.

"There's nothing magical if that's what you're asking," Char kissed another one, pumping him up to an almost identical image of statuesque perfection, "though of course they will act a LITTLE different," Char went onto the third, keeping the kiss just a little longer and giving his pet an extra three inches of cock to make up for him being the shortest of the group, "notably, they now have world record levels of testosterone," Char took care of the fourth, giving him just a little bit extra muscle, heaving pecs outsizing his fellows by just enough to be noticeable, "And, of course, a keen awareness that they LITERALLY could not be sexier."

Daz blushed and grinned as he could already see the difference in how the four fox studs carried themselves. Gone were the twitchy, uneasy twinks of before and in their place stood four absolutely confident young musclestuds, their hands already exploring each others' new bodies.  Daz could smell their growing scents from where he stood. With Char there it was hard to detect anything other than his supremely overpowering musk, which had gotten stronger again when he'd leveled himself up again to 13', but the foxes definitely smelled explicitly masculine now whereas before they'd just smelled...well, not really of anything like most people.  "That's...astonishing.  And you said you were limited by your power level?"  he asked, licking his lips.  "Uhm...could you...tell me more about that?  How...how much more powerful would you have needed to be to make them taller?"

"If I wanted it to be that easy? Probably at least a dozen more souls, maybe two. If it's only a little bit of height maybe a LITTLE less. Personally I'm proud of my little boy band here." Char raised his hands behind his head, a gesture of relaxation as he leaned back down on the deck, in no hurry to chase his fortune at the moment

Daz nodded, astonished at how easily he found himself rationalizing the idea of letting Char have more of the crew's souls...if they were to volunteer.  "Would you mind if I joined you?" he asked, wandering closer to the huge lounging beast, the additional mass on his body even more noticeable than the gain in height as his chest pushed upward a fair bit further than it had only minutes before when he'd come down. He found himself lounging atop Char's freakishly ripped abs, his entire upper body fitting neatly between the demon's pecs and waist. That monstrous cock pulsed ominously between the hulking horse's massive legs, soft for the moment as he lounged. The fox twunks found their own places where they could lounge on or leaning up against Char's sides, physical contact with him essential in their minds.

Every so often a crewmate would come by, seeing the pile of studs, an image that almost always stuck out in their minds. A few of them caught winks from hearththrob foxes sitting pretty on a horse's massive shoulders and occasionally giving a show to the passers by. Soon enough, Char started leaking, his massive, flaccid cock slowly pouring pre onto the deck and letting it slide around the ship. The futile attempts to clean it up just brought more people out to witness the scene, and within a few hours that were pure relaxation for the demon on the deck, the entire crew knew about his presence... and had begun starting rumors as to what it meant.

Daz's brain was swimming in so much demonic musk that it almost felt "wet" if that were even possible, soaked in the enormous horse's musky sweat somehow.  He could feel the heat of that cock grow stronger as it reawakened, watching as the ship's crew all slowly filtered past. Soon the word had spread and the whole crew had found excuses to pass by the foredeck to gawk at the gorgeous display of masculine perfection there. "Mmmfff...I think I'm warming to this faster than I expected..." he practically purred, hands rubbing at those impossibly-defined abs under him

"That'd be my fault," Char said, "the more powerful I become the more pleasurable it will be just to be around me. Eventually I'll be able to control a lot of it. I'll be able to appear a lot smaller than I am. I'll be able to disguise as a regular mortal. I might even be able to get off without flooding your nice boat!" Char idly scratched his balls, the simple shaking of the taught flesh sending shudders of pleasure through everybody smelling him. "But I will NEVER be able to get less sexy."

Daz murrrrr'd listening to his demonic companion explain these things to him.  It was clear he was almost completely on board with Char getting more powerful, even if he was outwardly trying to portray a pony still undecided.  There were a couple of yelps from nearby as the surge in sexual energy and musk radiating from him caused a few onlookers to cum their pants spontaneously, further cementing Char's image and role with the crew.  "Wow...that'll be...amazing...." he murmured with pleasure, eyes half-lidded.

"Should I get to it now?" Char asked, as lazily as always, but there was an edge in the question just below the surface.

"Wh-wha?"  Daz replied, a bit confused in his lust-filled daze.  "Get to what?"

"Becoming more powerful."

Daz's eyes widened immediately at that very straightforward statement, swallowing.  "I...you...you promise it won't...can't hurt anyone?"

"No more than what you've seen."

Daz paused for what seemed like an eternity but which was in truth only a few agonizingly conflicted moments.  "Y...yes...I want you to...get more powerful...so you can be an even better companion for me...."

"Okay boys!" Char flipped to standing in a moment, catching his passengers in a cradle of his massive, steely arms before setting them down delicately as he advanced on the two crewmates watching him. Instantly their cocks hardened again, refractory period shrinking to nothing as Char's cock stared them in the face. "Here's the deal! I can make your bodies PERFECT. See the boy band over there?" Char gestured to his four models who posed obligingly, showing off every contour of their frames. "I can give you that no problem. You will be as strong, as tough, as virile as you could ever possibly be... and you will MAINTAIN it for the rest of your life. When you're fifty you'll still be dunking on 20 year old professional athletes. All it will cost is giving me your soul. You won't even be without it completely! As long as you hang out with me, you'll still get all the benefits of having your soul in your body, but it will be MINE, so I have to ask..."

Char bent down, his massive pecs within touch range, each shelf of muscle bigger than their torsos... and not by a small amount, "Do you want to spend eternity with a body like this?"

The two crewmen, canine mechanics who were more sturdily built than the fox deckhands, glanced at each other between heavy, panting breaths.  They looked at the foxes again and at Char's insane physique.  "Will...we be built like them?" one of them asked, nodding at the fox boys.  The beefiest of them was still technically slimmer than either of the two mechanics.  It was an understandable worry that they might lose some of their (mortally) hard-earned muscle.

"You'll have every bit of their tone and every bit of their strength... but no," Char shook his head and smirked, "You'll be much, MUCH bigger. Those guys are just what perfect looks like on a skinny little twink. On big, burly men of pride like you?" Char let out a low, slow whistle, "Well, lemme put it this way, you'll want to stay away from elevators with a 500 pound weight limit... and you won't need a wrench ever again."

The two canines, a rottweiler mix and a yellow lab, looked stunned. Their eyes widened as they listened to Char and they quickly nodded in agreement. Their contracts to work on the Seahorse were self-renewing after all. So long as they did their jobs they had a guarantee of employment here so there was no real concern in their minds about wandering too far from the enormous demon. "I...fuck yes, sign me up big guy." the rottie replied, the lab nodding in agreement.  "Hell yeah, make us a couple of beasts heheh."

Daz watched the exchange from behind Char with curiosity and no small amount of anticipation.

Char pulled the rottweiler up and kissed him deeply, tongue shooting throughout his body and beginning the makeover. Almost immediately, the dog's shirt exploded, buttons sent flying as his pecs swelled from 'taught' to a meaty overhang similar in shape to the demon himself. Sleeves ripped into shreds as a bicep swelled and swelled, the rottweiler shuddered as he flexed and his peak rose to 25 inches and just kept going. Fat melted away from his frame, revealing the eight pack and adonis belt that was quickly becoming the crew uniform as his slacks followed the outline of massive thigh muscles... and a rapidly growing bulge.

Char released the kiss, grabbing with the forked tip of his tongue a circular crystal that had fallen out of the dog's eye, depositing it on his necklace before turning to the other one.

Daz watched in amazement as the transformation took place. Obviously he'd already seen the fox boys changed by the demon but this was on another level entirely, the rottweiler's buff "dad bod" physique exploding in seconds into something that could guarantee a trophy from probably any bodybuilding competition just for showing up! Just like the foxes, it was clear that the canine was intensely aware of how hot he was, maybe even moreso given his already-cocky personality before the transformation. No sooner had Char removed his soul crystal than he began flexing and feeling his massive biceps, tripping on a testosterone high that was unlikely to ever subsidel. "FUCK DUDE, FUCKIN LOOK AT ME!" he snarled at the yellow lab, crunching an aggressive crab pose in the other engineer's face. "MAN, HOLY SHIT!" the lab exclaimed, jaw dropping in awe as he reached out to touch the rottie as if to verify he wasn't hallucinating or something.

"No touching until you're also huge!" Char chastised before pulling the lab close, kissing him just as deeply. Really Char didn't feel any need to keep putting on a show. He had HUNDREDS of crewmates to 'modify' after all, and the results of his work spoke for themselves. Instead of a slow transformation, one moment the Lab was reaching out to touch his coworker's massive pecs... and the next he was mashing an equally meaty shelf against them, drooling freely from mouth... and cock.

"Hope you boys like 'em thick, to get you up to ten inches I had to go a little... EXTRA girthy."

The lab yelped as he was yanked away from his still-flexing and growling friend.  In an instant his physique matched the rottie's as did his attitude. Gone was the awed stud and in his place was as cocky a musclestud as ever there was, just like the other mechanic. "FUCK bro...this feels AMAZING!" he growled, unable to resist flexing and groping his massive new muscles, the two of them quickly starting to flex for each other and feel each other up, the grinding and groping leading inevitably to their making out loudly and aggressively right there in their ruined clothes, overloaded jockstraps tearing through the remnants of their pants as they did.

"Given how well dressed they are for the occasion, you'd think they were expecting this~" Char teased the bros' fat cocks through their straps, as if checking his handiwork before leaving them safely to it. "Guess I'd better make sure to expand my range so those poor boys aren't interrupted while I look for more targets!" Char gave an exaggerated shrug as he placed the labrador's crystal on his necklace... and absorbed them both, body shooting up to fifteen feet as a thick squirt of pre painted his two latest thralls, lubing them up for their shenanigans.

A wave of freshly intensified musk almost physically slammed into Daz and the foxes, knocking them all dizzy momentarily as Char exploded in size again, flames roaring audibly in the process before calming somewhat. The massive demon's monstrous cock and balls swelled with size, pumping out even more testosterone. Daz noticed that Char's facial features looked ever so slightly different, more hardened and rugged. Hadn't the demon said something about getting manlier as he gained power? "Fuck, Char...that's...hng...shit this is so amazing to...mmph...watch...." he moaned, unable to resist reaching into his own shorts and stroking his cock while he watched the newly-embuffened mechanics going at it noisily, their bodies slapping and squelching that pre between them.

"I suppose I do owe you an ass to use!" Char commented as he walked over to his boss, where before the much smaller horse came up to his crotch, now he barely came up to Char's medial ring. "Want to try and conquer this everest?" Char turned around, raising his flaming tail and letting the two massive, mountainous cheeks of his muscled bubble butt loom over Daz. "Do you need some help getting off right now? Or should I keep powering up until I can make it a little easier for you to reach~"

"I...um...."  Daz stammered, somewhat intimidated by the prospect of trying to fuck the 15-foot-tall behemoth.  How he'd even reach Char's hole was a mystery to him but knowing the demon, it wouldn't have been suggested if there wasn't away to do it.  "I...I'm really kinda...horny to see you work over more...more of the crew..." he said, blushing adorably, the pinkish flush visible through the short white fur of his muzzle splotch.

"Well then, I suppose I'd better pick up the pace, hadn't I!" Char grinned widely. "Hey boys, do you want to do some work for me?" Char gestured to his fox boys, beckoning them over. "We can leave the bros here some time to enjoy each other... or show them off... but I think it might be time to formally tell the WHOLE crew what's on offer." Char ran a hand down their thick bubble butts, giving each of them a friendly squeeze. "I'm afraid that if I keep doing them one on one I'll come across as VERY intimidating!"

The fox twunks brightened excitedly at being asked to do something for the huge demon.  Uttering various enthusiastic affirmations, they split up into two pairs and scurried off down the deck and out of sight. While they were gone, Daz took the opportunity to climb into Char's lap as the hulking beast settled down again, both of them watching as the two now-massive mechanic studs went full at it, kissing and grinding and groping at each other with complete reckless abandon. It was like every ounce of self control had been overridden with lust and bravado.

It was less than ten minutes before the first pair of foxes returned with a few other crewmen in tow. They were of varied heights and builds but, this being Daz's ship, all were in some state of good physical fitness. There was a rather large gorilla and tiger from the longshore crew, their bodies conditioned for and from loading and unloading supplies and cargo from the huge yacht.  A somewhat short leopard, one of the ship's trainers...and there were several other crewmen... looking somewhat suspicious of the whole thing. With the scene the Rottweiler and Lab were putting on the leopard’s eyes widened predictably, as did those of the half-dozen others who'd followed. Soon the other pair of foxes returned from the other side of the ship, with a full dozen crew representing a smattering of different departments and therefore sizes and builds. All gazed at Char in awe, as the sight of the midnight-black stallion's brilliant blue flames was enough to wash away most disbelief with the remainder taken care of by the sight of the two dogs still going at it.

Char began his work without a word, a blissful smile on his face. In a flash of flames written contracts appeared before the crew, no spiel needed for each of them, just a drop of blood to sign on the dotted line... blood, or other fluids already flowing. Not a one of them hesitated to sign. Not a one of them thought they needed anything more than they needed that mass.

Mass Char was all too happy to give them, each becoming massive in their own special ways.

The gorilla was the roundest his stomach bloating into a permanent muscle gut as his frame optimized itself to lift more than any mortal ever had, his rough gray skin smoothing to shining marble.

The tiger was the veiniest all clothes save his boots bursting off him as he swelled and swelled, every beat of his heart making the thick, vascular tubes all across his body stand out as they flooded every inch of his now massive frame with raw testosterone, his size every bit the equal of the dogs on the ground.

The leopard was... there were no words for how enormous the muscles on his small frame grew. He could no longer touch his back. He could not see his ass past his arms, his stomach past his pecs, or his calves past his nuts... but he could walk through solid walls without feeling it, and he could reach his cock with his face alone, so it didn't seem like he much cared.

Daz watched as one by one, each crewmember was transformed and surrendered his soul crystal, each of them joining the others on the necklace around Char's neck. Each becoming more than any other mortal had ever been and even without dipping into their souls yet, the massive demon's flames grew stronger and fiercer. The tallest of the group, a giraffe from the watch, though compared to Char's enormity he was still quite small, to Daz and the others of average height he was like some statuesque god of muscle and cock.

Soon an even 20 additional souls had joined the 6 already strung around Char's neck. As Char's power increased massively he grew rapidly less restrained in his transformations.A trio of accountants became so violently virile they fell to the ground fucking, cumming in seconds with cocks that only got BIGGER and harder once they did so.

A chipmunk, a tiny chipmunk grew so thick-bodied and hairy that his musk could even be smelled over Char's (admittedly restrained) scent, turning on a bear who HAD been content to look smugly up at the others, confident he would be among the biggest.

A pair of camels, part of the motorpool who drove Daz around onshore, became so muscular that it was possible the vehicles they drove might need to be modified to accomodate them.

A moose, one of the few department heads there, went from being a rather dignified and reserved middle-aged male to an absolute god full of masculine charm and mature confidence.

The ship's stylist, a unicorn, grew from a size not unlike the fox boys' new figures to an impossibly beautiful stud of muscle and golden, sparkling hair.

A dragon from the radio room got an impressively brutish makeover and his coworker from the bridge, a lion, got a full DILF-ification.

Daz was in awe of so much manliness and virility exploding into being around him and found his hand down his pants again groping his own throbbing cock, watching the spectacle unfold.

In the center of it all stood Char, the master of his own growing paradise of masculinity... and holding two handfuls of pure power. The flood of souls was enough to not just increase but MULTIPLY his power from what it had been mere moments ago. For as confident as he acted, no demon had been that powerful for thousands of years.

Char wondered if he was really ready, but more than that...

He wondered how long he'd be content with just that.

Char added them all to his amulet, the strand rapidly filling up... and he added all their power to his own.

For a moment, the world seem to stop. Char loomed over the entire ship, growing so many feet of height and tons of muscle that it was only by his magic that the yacht didn't instantly crumble beneath him... then it all vanished, and Char stood a humble eight feet in height, fully clothed for the first time in ages.

His voice, though, had grown so charming and so deep that half his transformed thralls came just upon hearing it. "Ah, that felt good!" Char ran a hand through his mane, now jet-black and silken in mortal guise, but still reaching to his massive ass that his slacks did nothing to hide. In fact, no part of him SEEMED hidden, the shiny white tuxedo he was now wearing clung perfectly to his still sculpted muscles, and the pressed and elegant material of his white slacks did nothing to distract from the SHIN length fat cylinder visibly struggling to share space with his left leg... nor the pair of medicine balls the crotch had been carefully expanded to hold.

But it still left the IMPRESSION of holding him back, if only because the air around him in his new disguise smelled fresh, spicy, masculine and exotic... rather than so overwhelmingly sexual it counted as a form of brainwashing.

"Whaddya think boss?" Char turned to Daz, "Do I look appropriately classy to be a cruise director?"

Daz gazed in awe at Char's now-normal-ish form, trying to absorb what he'd just seen.  For a few gloriously terrifying moments the demon had grown so enormous that the Seahorse had resembled a pool float by comparison but then he was small again, smaller than he'd been since the ceremony had taken place. "I...I mean...." he stammered as he took in his companion's newly enriched voice and complex, exotic scent. "H-holy crap...that was insane!  I...you look...well honestly you look like you're...heh...headlining the stage show in the dinner theater."  Maybe it was the reality of Char's bonding to him or maybe something about the even more powerful demon was making it hard to lie or stretch the truth but he was suddenly nervous he might have offended Char, which at least spoke to the regard in which he held the enormous horse.  Char was his companion after all, not his slave or servant.  "You...might try something less...formal?  Heehee." he added, stepping forward and rubbing his hands over the fabric, marveling at the way it clung like spandex or lycra to those huge muscles.

"Well I'm trying to be professional!" He teased, pacing around the orgy of perfect 10s he had just created, "The last impression I want to give is that my clients souls are with somebody who doesn't respect them or take the responsibility seriously!" Char stood next to Daz, putting a massive hand on the horse's shoulder and making him tingle from the raw energy Char couldn't help but constantly output. "Besides, can't you imagine it? After I get the whole crew we make this into a real cruise line, letting anybody who wants to walk through a paradise of true studs... and, of course, I'd be the host, offering everybody who wants it the chance to join in." The tuxedo wearing demon sounded like a true master of temptation now...

"But, of course, I can change outfits whenever you need!" Char snapped his fingers and the tuxedo disappeared, replaced with a pair of swim trunks and nothing else. Char's massive pecs hung freely in the breeze, his nipples forced proudly down by the mass of muscle as his abs drew every eye on the deck. Just a little, just the TINIEST bit bigger and sexier than all of his thralls, enough to be noticeable but not enough to eclipse them. Except, of course, for the impossibly massive cock which now dangled freely out the bottoms of the swim trunk's legs, slapping noisily against Char's calves as he stood and swayed.

Daz blushed and swallowed, enjoying the idea of helping Char get stronger but feeling a tinge of jealousy towards letting such strangers waltz on into this hypothetical arrangement...but then the more he thought about it he realized that each of the crew who'd been changed by the demon had not just transformed physically but also mentally into the ideal version but more importantly, the ideal version of themselves, it seemed, as judged by the little horse's subconscious. It was true that out of the over two dozen thralls Char had collected, not a single one was in any way unattractive to Daz. Their personalities were all different, though generally variations on confidence and masculinity. It was true that, of course, it was unlikely the pony would have hired staff who he found offensive or unappealing but the fact was that each male standing there around them was as hot to him, both in body and personality, as could be possible. He literally could not think of a single way any of them could be "improved" from the forms they now inhabited.

"I...We'll see..." he said with a chuckle, rubbing his little hands over those perfect abs.  "Is this the size you'd like to be normally?" he asked inquisitively.  "The ship's ceilings and doors are all designed to accommodate up to twelve foot tall...though until you came aboard I'd never gotten to test that design heheh."

"The idea of a mortal disguise is to make people think I could possibly exist!" Char said. "I know you think I stepped out of a wet dream and into reality, but the customers need to think that I come by it naturally."

Char shifted position and his cock started slapping against Daz instead, each hefty tap sending shivers down his spine. "I know the cock kind of undermines that, but only those with a contract with me can actually see it. To everybody else I look to be only slightly bigger than the biggest guy in the room. Think of it as..." Char smirked, "The Emperor's Cock."

Char whispered close to Daz, "Of course, in private I'll be as big as you want me."

Daz shuddered as that deep whisper seemed to THROB its way through him.  "I...I don't understand...customers? I thought you were...why don't you uhm...why don't you limit yourself to the Seahorse...for now...." he replied, his voice shaking a bit.

"As you wish, boss!" Char clapped his hands politely and the orgy around him dispersed, his sexy soldiers assembling even as they dripped with cum and raw testosterone. "My aura finally covers the entire ship. Show ALL your coworkers what they're missing. For every soul you bring me I will amplify you even further, in whatever way you want."

The assembled thralls reacted with a mixture of gasps and excited chatter as the promise was made. As many crew as were aboard the Seahorse it would take longer this time to spread the word and Daz leaned firmly against Char's side, rubbing that massive cock with his elbow and forearm. "Fuck...this is turning out to be...so much more than I had ever imagined..." he said to the huge demon once they were alone again.  "You are...everything I wanted in my companion...and then more."

"Oh really?" Char said, raising one thick eyebrow, "you don't mind that I'll NEVER stop spreading? The guys are just gonna keep getting bigger, you know. The stronger I get the more easy it will be to turn my customers into gods among men. Soon enough you might be the smallest guy on the entire PLANET. The only one who can't bench press a ton. The only one who can't fuck for five hours straight."

"I...as...as long as...they're all fond of me...I wouldn't mind."  he replied, having known for a little while now that there wasn't going to be an end to Char's desire for more. He'd briefly considered trying to resist but then he realized that once their contract terminated at the end of his life, Char would be free to do as he please and take all the souls he wanted. Why put off the inevitable if it had the potential to be so debaucherously pleasurable. He was certain Char would never create a thrall who would look down on or mistreat Daz but he found himself needing to say it anyway.

"With their egos? They're going to need somebody small to worship them properly, I suspect you'll be in high demand." Char teased. "That's why I gave you that flask, you know. Even if I can't make a proper stud out of you, one sip of that and you'll be hard as a rock and ready to go even if you spent the last two hours getting railed by a cock as big as a bollard. Keep drinking and your cock will plump up as big and productive as you need it to. Want to test?"

Daz's mind was filled with images of spending his life in a world increasingly filled with bigger and sexier studs all of whom would love to have the little pony's hands all over their bodies.  "I...s-sure..." he replied with measured enthusiasm.  Everything Char offered to do or suggested was so overwhelmingly sexy that even stuff Daz might have been ambivalent to before seemed like the hottest suggesting imaginable.  "Should I go get it and bring it here?" he asked.  "Or do you want to come back to my cabin?"

"I can see you're still not really used to having powerful friends," Char smirked as he snapped his fingers... and the flask appeared in his hands. "Drink up little man, we'll see how you handle it."

The moment the lid came off the flask, Daz's nose was filled with Char's immensely potent scent but it was even stronger than he remembered, as though the lake of cum stored within had been changed even as Char had grown more powerful!  He shuddered and then took a small sip from the flask.  The fluid within was thick but also thin somehow...an immense presence on his tongue but also easy to sip and swallow.  The moment he did though he nearly dropped the flask, falling to his knees with a moan as he got the most raging hardon he'd ever experienced in his life, instantly starting to leak so much pre that it dripped visibly from the soaked crotch of his shorts.  He watched as it the bulge strained harder at the fabric, throbbing thicker and longer than he'd ever been and making his eyes cross with pleasure.  "Oh-f-f-f-f-f-f-ffffffuck....."

"Let me help you with that," Char offered, wrapping a hand around the smaller horse's waist and fondling his crotch. A blast of fire freed Daz's rock hard and dripping cock from his pants, "The least I can do is get you off. How about it?" Char flicked his waist length snake tongue out teasingly, "Want the blow job of your life?" His silky black tail animated with surprising strength and pulled Daz close, shoving his face between Char's perfect ass cheeks, "Some hard and fast anal?"

Char grinned wildly, pulling Daz back with his tail and spinning around, leaving Char's gargantuan cock to press against the smaller horse's chest... and against his cock as well. "Or do you want to try fucking a cock so massive you can use it like an orifice all its own?"

Daz's cock was producing a steady STREAM of pre at this point, having continued to lengthen and thicken. The shaft was now long enough to reach past his knee and thicker than his own thigh!  His balls were the size of bowling balls and churned visibly in his sack. He could barely focus long enough through the cloud of pleasure to speak, let alone make coherent sentences, but he eventually managed "....hngrr...huff...I...ngh!  B-b...s....suck....suck m-me..." The words came forth with such violent stammers that probably anyone but Char would have been unable to understand him.

"Naturally~" Char said without missing a beat, reaching his tongue down to wrap tightly around Daz's cock and pulling it proudly straight and level... before Char lifted the smaller horse entirely, one hand under each harm pulling the mini-clydesdale up until his crotch was level with Char's face.

Then, in less than a second, he was in. Char pulled him tight like a frog pulling in his dinner, as feet of cock Daz hadn't had moments ago found themselves wrapped in the hottest, the tightest, the wettest, thickest, STRONGEST vice he'd ever felt.

"F-FUCK!!!!!!" He practically screamed, his hands grabbing firmly onto Char's flared traps and the back of the demon's muscular neck.  He felt his cock continuing to swell inside the huge horse's maw and throat, the vicelike grip on it staying exactly the same even as it grew thicker and inched into the back of Char's throat.

It was like a tunnel of pure pleasure. Char's oesophagus had no need of food and so instead had been transformed into a sex toy extraordinaire. Muscles no mortal had massaged Daz's cock with such efficiency that he came then and there, pouring cup after cup into Char's stomach, his balls throbbing as they struggled to deliver a load more massive than his body was ever meant to hold. "Feel free to have another sip if you want to keep going~" Char's preternaturally sexy voice wasn't muffled at all by the feet of cock shoved down his throat. In fact, no part of his inhumanly perfect frame reflected the slightest hint of effort or distension, a carved marble god even sucking deeply on a cock.

The sensations coursing through Daz’s body were nearly overwhelming as it was. The idea that they could rise to even greater heights boggled his mind and, in the heat of that moment, he took ANOTHER swig, a full gulp this time.  His eyes bugged out as its effects took hold and he felt his still-cumming cock grow even LARGER inside Char's maw, balls following suit as the force of his load increased proportionally.

It was no struggle for Char to keep up, to drain his companions balls dry no matter HOW productive they got, and the demon was all too happy to ride out the wave. Pleasure was his stock in trade, he wanted ALL his thralls begging him for such bliss, and if Daz's mind broke under the pleasure it would still be nothing more than a good start.

Daz flicked the lid of the flask closed as he felt his ability to grasp it firmly slipping away.  His nuts were the size of beach balls now and visibly tensed with each blast of cum that disappeared down Char's throat.  His eyes were crossed and his tongue loll'd out, the flask slipping from his fingers as he slumped forward over the huge demon's big, blocky head.

Char really did want him bigger. He wanted them ALL bigger. It would never be enough for him. Even if he made a twenty foot tall immortal gigastud capable of shoving his cock right through solid granite and into lava without harm, as soon as Char felt it inside him he'd still want it to start growing.

But that was what contracts were for. And Daz was still holding him back, for now. So Char simply finished pleasuring his companion and set him down, awaiting the next load of souls for his harvest. He could stand to gain power for twenty years before he REALLY started using it.

Daz stumbled, staggering a bit to keep his balance once he was back on his own feet.  Having such a massive and pendulous weight projecting out of his frontside was incredibly unusual but as his climax subsided, the effects of Char's cum began to as well, his cock slowly returning to, if not its previous size, one slightly girthier and marginally longer.  "H-Holy fuck...." he panted, steadying himself against Char's muscular side.

“Tell me when you’re ready for even more,” was all Char said.