A New Breed of King Pt. 02

This story contains body transformation, heavy incest themes, and rape. If these elements disturb you, please consider reading something else. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is unintentional.

A New Breed of King

Part 2

Chapter 5

When I pulled into my driveway, I was relieved to see no lights on in the house. I ran as quietly as I could to the front door and looked through the window... nobody. Carefully, I turned the knob and thanked whatever god was watching that our front door wasn't squeaky. I closed the door behind me and tip-toed my way through the hallway to my room. My naked body collapsed onto my bed and my mind began racing with every detail of how completely fucked I was.

I thought back to those poor girls I'd used and abused, then left unconscious in the alley behind my work. I tore their clothes from their bodies, raped them, and fucking came inside of them.

My life was over. If either of them got pregnant, my life was even more over. The thought of it stirred a feeling of arousal in my loins, which quickly turned to burning rage. I hated myself. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why am I losing control of my body so completely?

I got up, turned on my bedroom light, then walked toward my mirror. The light was dull and flickering. The bulb needed to be changed. But even in the dim light, I could tell something was very wrong. The bags under my eyes were incredibly pronounced. My normally tan skin was pale white. I ran my hands through my hair and noticed a shaking tremor running through my body. I looked like death. Like a ghost.

Once again, my mind went back to what happened a couple of nights ago. I could no longer dismiss it as just a nightmare. Something was in my room that night. Something attacked me; and it...

I inspected my chest closely; where it entered my body. There was no sign of anything wrong. Besides the sickly white of my skin, there wasn't any sign of damage or... anything. I started inspecting closer: Looking over my chest, face, limbs... I noticed the veins in my trembling arms were bulbous and visibly pumping. What scared me the most is that they weren't a familiar shade of blue: they were dark... almost black.

Stumbling backwards, I fell back on my bed. I started weeping with my face in my hands. I was so fucking scared. What was wrong with me? What could I do? Who could possibly help me?

Chapter 6

I stayed in bed for days; drifting between sleeping and trembling. I knew it was only a matter of time before the police arrived to take me away. As if the testimony of my victims wasn't enough, I'd also left my phone and my clothes at the scene of the crime. So I just stayed in bed waiting for the inevitable.

On day three of my recluse, I heard a knock at my door, "I'm not leaving until you let me in, Shitter." It was my sister.

"Not today, Steph," I replied weakly.

"Then when? You've been in there for days, Idiot. I wanna see you."

I willed myself out of bed and hobbled lazily over to my closet. Then, I put on some plain black pants and walked hesitantly to my bedroom door. My chest tightened with anxiety. I hadn't faced anyone since that terrible night. Would my guilt come across in my expressions? Would they see how sick I am? Would they find out about the stowaway in my body and send me to a lab to be poked and prodded 'till I die a painful death? Would... would I hurt someone again?

I opened the door to Stephanie starring back at me with a weak smile. She only had light makeup on and had her hair in a loose ponytail. She was wearing slim jeans that did little to hide her figure and a black tank top that left part of her midriff exposed.

I felt the red creeping in from the edges of my vision. It was everything I could do just to keep myself from taking her right there. "No!" I screamed internally, "Not Steph... I won't hurt her. You can't make me!"

I don't know what expression I was making in that moment, but it was enough for her to respond with a look of surprise and confusion. Stephanie looked me up and down; her look of shock growing more intense. Suddenly, she grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I gritted my teeth and readied myself to resist. But as she leaned into me more, I felt the compulsion start to fade. I returned the hug and was flooded with a sense of ease I'd not felt since the night that thing attacked me.

We stayed like that for a while, embraced in my doorway. God, I missed her. I didn't realize 'till now how lonely I'd been since we drifted apart. All through our lives, she was my partner. We'd experienced everything together and knew each other better than anyone else. Now, I didn't know her at all. At least, I didn't think I did. But with her holding me like this, that didn't matter. Suddenly, we were partners in crime again; there to catch each other if we fell.

Steph held me as I cried softly in her shoulder. She didn't say anything; she didn't have to. She just held me, nuzzled her face into my chest, and rubbed my back. After a few minutes, she finally broke away and put a hand on my cheek. Steph looked me in the eyes with a caring smile and said, "You know I love you, right?"

"I..." I stuttered, "I love you too."

"I'm sorry I haven't been there for you. I just... I dunno. At some point things just felt weird. Talking to you wasn't easy anymore. I can't explain why. But I don't want it to be like that anymore. I want to be there for my brother. I want you to reach out to me if you need help. If... you're okay with doing the same for me."

"Of course I am!"

A new thread of guilt started to wrap around me. This was all my fault. I alienated my best friend, my confidant, all because I couldn't keep a lid on my fucking emotions. I just kept thinking with my dick. I resented her for the distance between us for so long; but it was all my fault. And here she was, still willing to catch me when I needed her.

"C'mon," Stephanie said, "lets go sit down.

She grabbed me by the hand, led me into my room, and closed the door behind us. I immediately sat down. Not eating the past couple days left me feeling week and dizzy. Not to mention whatever the hell was wrong with me. Steph awkwardly took a look around my plain room and forced a smile, "I never got how you live like this. There's absolutely no color, your walls are gray; and there's no decoration. Doesn't that bother you? It would drive me crazy."

"I like it," I replied with a shrug. "Call it minimalism, I guess.

"I call it fucking boring," she said shaking her head with a smile. Steph walked over to my bed and sat next to me. She put her hand on mine and said, "Okay... tell me what's going on. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I won't judge, I promise."

She had no idea how wrong she was. How the fuck was I supposed to explain everything to her? I'm in trouble because I raped a couple women, but it's not actually my fault? There's no way in hell I could tell her what was actually going on. But I needed to say something. I knew she wasn't going to let it go unless I did. I had to think...

Steph caressed my hand with her delicate fingers, "Take your time," she said, "it's okay."

Even when we were close, Steph was never this tender. Never so gentle. Never so caring. We used to be just a couple of shithead kids, making fun of each other, never able to actually talk about our emotions. But not anymore. She grew up. I might have been her big brother, but I was the one trying to catch up to her.

"It's..." the words struggled to materialize in my mouth. "You remember Ashley, right?"

"Heh... yeah I remember."

"I broke up with her a few months ago."

"Yeah I know. Did the stuck-up rich bitch charm lose its luster?"

"Hey, she wasn't that bad."

"Mhm..." Steph replied indignantly.

"Well, we started having problems pretty early on. We didn't spend much time together. She was always blowing me off to hang with her friends, or whatever. I wonder how much she even liked me."

Stephanie leaned her head on my shoulder. "Aw. Big brother was lonely?"

"Well, yeah. Also..." I hesitated, "we weren't having sex much either. Maybe once a month."

"Ah," I could hear the smile in her voice. "Big brother was horny."

"Shut up! But... yeah."

Steph giggled and said, "No it's okay, I get it."

"Since we broke up I... haven't known what to do with myself. I guess I was isolating without realizing it. Even when we were together, I tried so hard for her, but still felt so alone and-"

I started choking on my words. Christ, when did I become such a crybaby. Even though I wasn't being completely transparent, I was still speaking the truth.

Stephanie nuzzled her head into my shoulder, "You were sad."

"Yeah," I replied, "sad and alone."

"You're not alone."

I let those words sink in a bit. I was so lucky I had her.

Steph turned her head to look at me, "You know, me and Jacob aren't together anymore."

I didn't know, "What happened?"

She looked away and paused for a moment, "I caught him and Sophie fucking in my bed."

My jaw hit the floor. "How didn't I hear about this?!?"

"You just finished telling me about how you've been in your own sad little world, remember?"

That stung. I felt like an asshole. "Shit, Steph... I'm so sorry."

"After it happened, I didn't even get angry." she continued. "I was just... stunned."

I saw her fist tighten and her breathing became more measured. After a brief pause she said, "Then... Sophie managed to convince everyone that I was the one who cheated on him."

I was floored. Sophie had been Stephanie's friend since they were in preschool. Almost every day, Sophie would be over at our place. Mom and I even joked that she was practically part of the family. Hell, I even liked hanging out with her. She was funny, sassy, and the life of any party. I also remember her always ready to defend Steph or stick up for her friends. I couldn't believe she had done this. I guess I was just a shitty judge of character.

"Sophie... she really-?"

"Yeah," Steph replied. "But that didn't hurt as much as you'd think. My best fucking friend betrayed me; turned everyone against me, and still that wasn't the worst part." Steph turned to look at me with her jaw clenched. "Jacob just... went along with it. Not a week went by before I saw him post that they were officially dating. I was crushed. I was gonna marry this guy! I imagined us having a bunch of stupid kids together. After a fucking conga of shitty exes, he was supposed to be the good one; my prince charming to lead me to a happily ever after."

I almost saw stars in her eyes as she said that. I had no idea Steph was such a romantic. She acted so tough and confident. Whenever she spoke, everyone in the room listened. Now, it was weird seeing her so... vulnerable.

Steph continued, "Val's the only one who still talks to me. She's the only one who didn't grow up with us. Everyone else; everyone we went to school with, all of my friends... treat me like a ghost. Like I don't exist."

I couldn't believe she was saying all of this without shedding a single tear. There was bitterness, rage, and a hint of sadness; but she was still keeping it together. All of my problems seemed far away. The fact that she was going through all of this, and I didn't even notice. I didn't know if it was because she was so strong, or I was just brain-dead. All I knew was that, in this moment, I really looked up to her.

I almost tackled Steph with my hug. She squeaked with surprise and we fell on the mattress together. We shared a laugh and laid there embraced for a while. Nothing else mattered. Whatever fucked up shit was happening in my life could wait a little longer. Right now, I was gonna be there for her.

We laid there for what felt like hours. Embraced with our foreheads pressed together. Finally, after some time, Stephanie stood up and looked down at me. She put her hands on her hips and conjured a stern look in her eyes. "Okay, now be honest with me," she said, "are you on drugs?"

The question baffled me, "Uh... duh?"

"I don't mean just weed, idiot. You look like shit, and I say that with love. Please tell me you aren't on anything."

I sat up sighed, "No, I'm not."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

She stared deep into my eyes, looking for any trace of a lie. After a few seconds, she seemed satisfied. "Okay," she said as she grabbed my hand, "then we're taking you to a doctor."

My eyes widened. "What, no!"

Steph tried pulling on my arm, but couldn't get me to budge. Eventually, her grip slipped and she fell on her but. She threw her arms in the air and exclaimed, "Well, obviously something is wrong with you. You look like you've been going through fucking chemo!"

As she said this, I scratched my head and noticed some of my hair was coming out... not good.

"You need to see a doctor!" she exclaimed. "That's all there is to it, you're going."

"I..." I stammered, "I don't like doctors. Hospitals freak me out."

"Yeah, Grandpa Gil hated doctors too, and that's why he died of lung cancer."

"Wasn't that because of all the smoking?"

"Pfft, you probably have him beat in that department."

"C'mon, it's just weed."

"It's still smoke in your lungs, Jackass. That causes cancer."

"Look!" I put my hands up in surrender, "I've just had a rough few days okay. Work's been really tough on me, and I've been so stressed that I haven't eaten in a couple days. I'm probably just malnourished."

Stephanie sighed, "Fine... fine. I'll make you something nice to eat tonight. Mom is..." Steph made a troubled look downward, "I don't know where she is... You just stay in bed and rest okay? But if you don't feel better in a couple of days we are going to see a doctor."

I relented, "Fine..."

Stephanie walked towards the door, opened it, and stopped just short of leaving. "Oh yeah," she said, "I forgot." She reached into her pocket, walked over, and handed something to me. "One of your friends dropped your phone off this morning. She said you left it at work."

Chapter 7

The supper Stephanie made me was nice. Pasta and soup; nothing special, but pretty tasty. However, once I finished, my hunger became ravenous. I went back to the kitchen and devoured several large bags of chips, boxes of cereal, and various leftovers. Steph didn't say anything, she just looked on with concern before walking to her room.

I returned to my bedroom and collapsed into a food coma. In my sleep I dreamed that I was surrounded by surgeons. They stuck syringes into my veins and dug around with them whilst I screamed in pain. There was a glass window at the far end of the room. As I gazed through it I saw the women I assaulted looking on with glee. Then, one of the surgeons grabbed a large knife and buried it in my stomach. I woke as I felt him use it to rip upwards through my torso.

I screamed into the night. Quickly, I sat up in bed and tried to control my breath. Through my panicked breathing, I looked down at my body. I could see my heart beating in my chest. Like it had grown out of my rib cage and was pumping just under the skin. I looked down at my arms, and it looked like my veins were 'breathing' with me. Every breath I took, I could see the veins in my arms inflate; then deflate and sink into deep crevices in my skin as I exhaled. This would have terrified me, if I wasn't so extremely hungry. I looked at my alarm clock; I wasn't asleep more than a couple of hours. How was I hungry again?

I leapt from my bed and hurried to the kitchen. I shoveled whatever food, ingredients, and condiments I could find into my mouth. Once I had my fill, I dragged my feet lazily back to my room and passed out.

I woke again maybe an hour or two later. The first thing I saw was my sister's peaceful sleeping face. I was standing over her in the darkness. My hand hovering just above her naked breasts. Her top had shifted... or... I had pulled it downward; revealing her chest to my hungry gaze. Even whilst laying on her back, her tits looked enormous. Her nipples were large, pink and flat. My hand lowered slowly. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to crawl in her bed and embrace her. I wanted...

No...

I wanted...

To be inside her...

I used every ounce of willpower I had. I felt something inside me fighting me every moment as I pulled my hand away from my sister. I pulled with all my strength until finally the force inside me gave. I rushed out of her room and ran back through the hall to mine. I slammed the door behind me and collapsed on the ground. I was sweating with exhaustion. What ever was in my body was strong... but I could be stronger. It would take all the will I had, but I would not hurt anyone else. Especially not my family.

I was naked. I looked down and my penis was engorged. It was dark and wet and throbbing. I needed release. I needed to do something, or I would lose control again. I gripped my cock while on my hands and knees. It was already lubricated with a thick substance. Cum?

I started jacking myself as hard and steady as I could while my mind did its best to aid me:

I thought of Ashley and I making love by the lake behind her house. I was on top of her kissing her dark skin. My fingers were caught in her curly hair. I used my teeth to pull her bikini top down and pressed my face into her tits. Her long legs were up passed my shoulders as she took me as deep as I could go. I loved how flexible she was, and how deep she could take me without getting hurt. Her brown eyes stared into mine as her head leaned back. We both moaned together as I started to take her faster. My body slapped against her thighs harder and harder as we moaned louder.

"Can I cum inside?" I asked desperately.

"No," she said between kisses, "I'm not on the pill."

But this time, my imagination could make her accept what I always wanted.

"You will let me cum inside you!" I shouted.

"Yes!" She cried, "please breed me!"

"Yes... fuck yes!" My voice was no longer confined to my imagination.

I worked myself faster. I could feel myself nearing the edge. Then... nothing. I jerked harder and faster and... still nothing. I was stuck at the precipice. At the verge of orgasm, but not able to take it all the way. It was unbearable. My free fist punched the ground as I worked myself as fast as I could.

My imagination twisted itself to aid me:

I choked Ashley until her face was blue. I fucked her until her ass and thighs were red. I grabbed and squeezed one of her tits as hard as I could. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and became a mindless mess.

Not enough.

I imagined fucking Sophie. Hate fucking her. Slapping her and pinning her against a wall. I always wanted to see her huge tits. I rip her shirt from her body and squeeze her boobs against my chest. I fuck her relentlessly.

"Please sto-o-op!" She screams.

I'm taking my revenge, she fucked with my family and now I-

It isn't enough.

I gasp for air as I'm soaked... dripping with sweat. My penis is glistening in the darkness; leaking precum, throbbing with pain.

"Fuck!" I exclaim; driven to the edge of madness. "Please god, I need to cum."

The tension in my body rose higher and higher with no end in sight. My brain overloaded and lit up with sensation. I needed release from this hell or I would go insane.

"You know what you want," a voice sounded in the forefront of my mind. "You know who you want."

I shook my head. "I am stronger," I say weakly, "I can fight you."

"Breed her."

I relented. There was only one way out of this without hurting anyone... I imagined myself back in Steph's room:

I'm in her room again, but this time, I slowly pull the sheets downward. I bear witness to her naked body and I am in awe. I carefully crawl on top of her. My hands push up her pearly white thighs and caress her perfectly wide hips. My hand covers her mouth as my slick cock rubs up and down her opening. Her eyes open with horror as she sees me looming over her. She tries weakly to escape, but I press my weight down on her. I am immovable. I am strong. I am unstoppable.

My cock presses upwards through her opening and she screams into my hand. Slowly I delve inside her deeper and deeper until I reach her limit. Suddenly I pull back and shove myself all the way back inside. She screams with anguish. I start fucking her with reckless abandon. Steph shakes her head and sobs to the rhythm of my pounding. I can hear her trying to plead, trying to say my name through her covered mouth, but nothing can stop me.

I remove my hand from her mouth and lock her lips with mine. I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her as tight as I can against me. I hear the air escape from her lungs. My cock keeps growing and I slam myself into her deeper than I think is possible.

"I fucking love you," I whisper into her ear with gritted teeth. "I fucking love you more than anything in the entire fucking world."

I pull out most of the way and slam myself back inside her.

"You are mine," I growl, "You belong to me. You are for me to love, and me alone."

I pull myself out most of the way and my cock grows longer. I, with effort, push myself into her farther than what should be physically possible.

Steph starts murmuring. Stuttering, "P-p-p"

I pull my head back and respond while looking into her gorgeous, blue, watery eyes, "What?"

"P-Please..."

"Please what?"

The air stands still. She looks so gorgeous in the moonlight. I look her in the eyes and I hear her say the words I've always dreamed of hearing from the woman I loved, "Please, cum inside me."

"Say it..." I grunt whilst I start fucking her again. "Say it again."

"Cum in me!"

"Fuck-" I scream squeezing her. If squeezed her any tighter, I'd break her bones. "Fucking say it again!"

"Cum in me big brother!"

I pull myself upright. I look down the pale gorgeous body I'm buried in. I see pure unrequited love pouring into me from her gaze. The same look she gave me earlier today after she embraced me.

"I love you," she says. "Please... get your sister pregnant."

My entire body started convulsing. The air was squeezed from my lungs as all my muscles contract and twist themselves tight. A geyser of cum erupted from between my legs and collected in a pool on the ground. I fell over in it as my body seized. I saw my heart literally beating out of my chest... and I realized it wasn't my heart at all. A black muscly mass was beating like a second heart out of my chest. There was no wound or blood. It simply 'phases' through my skin. I saw clearly its roots running through my body; branching through and around my limbs. They are the thickest around my penis, which is the same noir black color.

I heard the voice in my head booming this time. It sounded like pure distilled strength, "This is but a taste of the pleasure that awaits you. You need only to follow your desires. Breed them. As many as you can. Pollinate them with my children. And you will be rewarded with power over all and pleasure beyond your comprehension."

"I-I-" I struggled to speak.

"I know what you want. Fighting it is illogical. Give in."

I closed my eyes and my mind went back to my imaginary fantasy. An image burned itself deep into my brain. Even after opening my eyes again, it was all I could see.

I was looking down again on my sister's beautiful body. A pool of cum flowing from her, sinking into the bed. Her breasts were leaking with milk. She looked deeply and lovingly into my eyes while her hands rested behind her head.

And she had a round pregnant belly.

She was perfect.