Chapter 2 - A Dark Abduction
 
"I'm a...a...magical boy!"
 
Those were words spoken out loud for his own clarification. Watching his usual batch of favorite Anime like any other day, a sudden fantastical accident transpired with a girly ghost appearing from his computer. What other alternative was there? Computers don't just spit out things like this!
 
Still, he couldn't help but admire the enchanted fabric that was wrapped around his body. The blouse-tunic lied gently over the sleeveless top, giving him a ritualistic covering that seemed to match the style of his leggings and his articles covering his arms or legs. He had never desired to BE a Magical Girl -what boy did?- but, now that he had a suggestively attractive body even by his own age's standards, he couldn't help but like it.
 
A mischievious grin worked up on his face as he grabbed glove-fulls of his chest and felt the fabric congeal around the slight swells of his chest, biting down on his lip and letting out a breathy moan from his nose. His hips swayed from side to side, the plump rump squeezing with the second-skin meeting of legging and where the top looped over his covered hindquarters over his barely concealed -and swelling- erection. Feeling tingling electric sensations at teasing his nipples and the sensitive fat surrounding them, he continued to fondle these new assets. Feeling pleasant pricks form in the back of his head, his face emitted sweat along with a reddening flush, his expression emulating nothing but concentrated pleasure as lips parsed into an open 'o' shape with eyes drawn half mast.
 
Without even touching his constrained nethers, he felt himself spasm with ecstasy, yelping aloud in his girlish voice that he obtained upon transforming. Catching himself as he fell towards the sink, he the lip of his hat brushed the mirror as his face was inches from the bottom of the sink's bowl. Sweat beaded down into audible drips, the rest of his concealed body feeling warm but not overbearingly so; but he felt a definite moisture leaking from his own wrapped penis.
 
"I see you're enjoying yourself," A voice emitted from the inside of his head. Eyes widened and he stood up quickly, nearly falling backwards in his alarm. Turning each which way, he heard nothing but musical giggles that made his ears turn red, partially from embarassment at thinking he could see the specter. "I've been watching you, Casie. I have been for awhile. That excitement and joy you get out of enjoying a world outside of the average person's comprehension, of good and evil clashing with the heroes being fabulously dressed and cute if not dangerously sexy in the process. I couldn't stand by and let you continue on without giving you what you've always wanted, even if you never thought about it."
 
"B-But I never actually *wanted* to be a Magical Girl!" He cried out, catching himself at how loud he was speaking and his face fell with widened eyes. Waiting to hear if anybody this late heard him, he sighed and looked at the mirror, knowing the spectral girl was inside him. Looking closely at his blue eyes, he suppressed his shock when he saw her eyes reflected against the mirror and his own face immitating her reactions instead of his own. "T-This is just too weird! I just liked the shows, alright! Why did you do this to me?!"
 
"Because, you have a destiny, Casius Lucius," She replied, placing a hand on her reflection's hip, winking at him with her doppeldanger eyes at him. "Now that you're filled with magical energy, you can wear the Heaven's Dress, the fabric that protects you and enables you to use your powers. I'll teach you to use them in time, but we should let you get a test run."
 
"Eh?" He recoiled, taking a step back while his magic reflection didn't budge an inch. "R-Right now? Do you realize how late it is?"
 
"Evil never rests! And neither should you!" She performed a pirouette with his appearance, finishing with a pair of fingers framing her replicated face of his in a cutesy way with legs spread in a confident but attractive manner. He didn't feel confident enough to try, but he was tempted, given how cool it looked to his starstruck eyes.
 
Shaking his head, he slapped his face and pumped his fists with a renewed smile of vigor as excitement radiated from him, "You're right! This is my chance to be like the cute idols of my favorite shows! I can't let this pass up for anything like a stupid curfew!"
 
"That's the spirit!" She cried out with a fist pump with his replicated arm.
 
Tip-Toeing over to the window at the far side of his room, he grasped the lip of the frame and pulled up. A slight brush of cold air tickled the exposed parts of his skin and he reflexively shivered. The moment he physically reacted, a low current of azure light illuminated a small space of the room and created a halo around him. Looking down agape, he saw that he was wrapped in the same hue of light that he was doused in from before!
 
Peeking his head out the window -the top of his hat brushing against the pane above his head- he stared wide-eyed at the sheer height. Ordinarily, this never stopped the Magical Girls -or most Anime characters for that matter- from jumping headfirst outward. While they had the power of plot or comedy on their side, he was in the real world...right?
 
Shaking his head, he took a break and steadily brought one foot over the window sill, letting his clothed pelvis rid in between the outside and inside. Turning his head, his long length of cobalt hair caressed his shoulders and brushed over the fabric as he made a slight amount of noise trying to scale the outside of his window. Gulping, he closed his eyes and tried not to look down, imagining he was back on the high dive back at school.
 
Taking another leg out, he bent both knees to brace sheer drop while relying on his arms to hold himself out. Thanks to his athletic build despite his age, the teenager could hold himself outside, the cold barely felt by the luminous bluish warmth. Gripping the sill, he slowly counted the seconds before he'd open his eyes and drop.
 
"JUST LET GO ALREADY, YOU DUMBASS!"
 
The sudden shriek gave Casius a start, his hands loosening in grip and his body fell straight for only half a second before hands clawed up with flailing legs. His eyes were drawn up at a reflection of himself falling from the pushed-up window, one that didn't move as he did and looked on with a hand raised and placed over its shared face. If he wasn't falling so quickly, he would've had choice words to share.
 
At the last instant, he felt something soft cushion his fall. Familiar and fluffy, his winced eyes opened wide yet again, and his head looked from side to side, revealing the same clouds that had bound him earlier. Pushing himself to sit upright on the blue, curled surface, he saw his Doppelganger expression sitting upright on a similar cloud, looking on with concern.
 
"Are you alright?" She asked.
 
"Alright?! You could've KILLED me!" He hoarsely spoke under his breath, mindful to not disturb his family just barely beyond his grasp. He stood upright and walked forward, watching the mirror image of himself cross one leg over the other, proving just how effeminate he could act in the current appearance he now possessed. Brushing that idea off, Casius put a palm against the window and glared at what seemed like a distant figure dressed and looked like him but sounded nothing like it; one that gave him a heart attack. "What's your problem?! Why couldn't you just wait for me to do that, or tell me that I COULD do that?"
 
"Cause, Casie, you're a novice and I need to do most of the work until you figure out how to use your magic," She replied offhandedly, admiring 'his' nails while barely looking up at him. Hearing him growl, she looked back at him, his eyes looking back with an expression he recognized; annoyance. "Look, I was worried for a second that I didn't do it right because you're my first host body in awhile. Acting as someone's pilot isn't easy when the said body retains the will."
 
"Wait, am I possessed?!" He nearly shrieked, doing his best to cover his mouth and look around worriedly if anyone saw him.
 
"Calm down, Casie," She dismissively waved a hand with a roll of 'his' eyes. "I never do that to any prospective cuties like yourself. It's not in my duty to do that kind of thing. Besides, I work better with newbies than directly controlling a human body since I tend to go a bit...overboard."
 
"Wait, you mean like the Violet Wraith when she pushed Knightress past her limits?!" He excitedly cried with balled up fists and renewed vigor escaping his voice and shining in his eyes.
 
"Uh, sure?" She awkwardly confirmed, shrugging the reflection shoulders with an awkward grin of 'his'. "Why not?"
 
"That'd be cool to see!" He beamed giddily, holding his hands beneath his face, his voice sounding like it was on the verge of squealing.
 
"Focus!" The specter implored with a pointed, glove-wrapped hand. "We need to whip you into shape so just go with the flow. You may not understand a lot of things but you just have to trust me. Unless, you really don't want to be part of a grander story?"
 
Biting his lip, he was still a bit unsure. He liked the shows because it was an escapism that didn't voluntarily put himself in danger and didn't jar him out of his life. But, at the rate things were going, he knew this dreariness and macabre lifestyle could very well extend past adulthood.
 
How would he experience any of life's pleasures worth having, even if they were smaller in goal?
 
The risk was obvious. If he wanted to be anything like what those magical characters were like, ideally he'd have to do this for at least a few seasons of a show's running time -which he calculated to be at least a few years, perhaps ten if he was lucky(?)- and if he was not lucky, he'd be 'cancelled' which led down an obvious route. That was pure hyperboly since he didn't know if any of the fictional logic applied to this very real world scenario. Would he want to be like this for the better part of his life?
 
Seeing him gnaw at the idea, the voice sighed in his head and suddenly a ghostly hand reached out of the window and intertwined his fingers in her own. Breaking him out of his reverie, the feminine ghost was now staring back at him, the shared face now showing a look of partial guilt but a reluctant determinted glint in 'his' eyes. The warmth from the tingling grip brought his full undivided attention as she spoke to him through his thoughts.
 
"I can see that you're not wholly convinced this is what you want for your life, right?" She asked, seeing him shake his head slowly much to her chagrin. Her face fell a bit, but she worked up a smile that was all but foreign to herself but strikingly familiar to him. Why? Because this was the smile he always put up when forced to when asked how he was doing when he was obviously not...fine. "It's alright. I know this is not my place but I have to let you know that I'm kind of struggling to find help these days. People are just not as compatible with me these days and I'm starting to become less and less able to continue on as I am. I was so excited to see somebody, not only who could accept my kind of energy but embraces the ideal of what it means to be a Magical Girl! It's all I ever could ask for. But if this isn't something you want, I-"
 
"Don't go!" Casius felt himself say before she could even read the thought. Her wide and she felt his grip tighten around her phantom one, a glint in his eyes promised her something that she knew from his heart to be true. As he worked up the nerve, he spoke aloud as a declaration of truth. "I don't know if this is right, for me to do this and to throw away my uncertain future in my normal life. But, if I'm going to do this, I want to know more about you and what I'm going to do; not just to be stronger, but to just be..to b-be...fr-friends with you!"
 
"Awww, Casie!" She grinned broadly with 'his' lips, eyes softening and forming moisture that he himself could feel on the other side. A phantom arm reached out and wrapped around his head to pull his face towards the first story window, facing the living room and shuddered for the night. If anyone would see, it'd look like a bluish dressed girl was pressing her face into the window; in reality it was Casius, eyes wide and his mouth touching a duplicate's ghostly replication that was soft and ticklish to the touch thanks to mana.
 
"Mmmmmmmmm," The specter moaned, her mirrored lips locked against his, delivering prickling sensations across his face and softly moved across them in a sensual manner. A moist separation of flaps of flesh came a ghostly sigh as a spectral wisp of mana refined vapor coursed into Casius' mouth, followed by a ticklish tongue that brushed over the top of his own oral organ and flipped it around to touch its underside. Saliva escaped the pair's mouths, glowing azure in the cul'de'sac lamplight and turning into bright sparks when hitting the cold earth between his boot-covered feet.
 
"I remember her kiss earlier, but it didn't feel 'this' potent!" He thought as his tear-filled eyes were drawn from half-mast into knitted closed. His head swam with swirls of buttery pleasure, his face warming up exponentially and his tongue to his mouth felt like they were on fire. The inside of his chest felt like drums were going off and his core swarmed with butterflies. Even as the lip of his hat pressed against the window, he instinctively pushed back against the tangible reflection and reached with his spare hand into the solid surface.
 
Forgetting that he was dealing with a window, his glowing hand somehow defied the laws of reality and phased through it straight into the 'other side'. Feeling the back of this doppelganger back, pulling her partially out of that unknown place and into the front yard. In doing so, he brought bare connection into a legitimate manifestation of a faux-replica used by a ghost; one that had opened 'his' eyes wide back and released the mind and body buttery kiss with a loud pop.
 
"W-What-?!" She questioned, her flawless imitation of his mouth now moving on its own and utilizing a voice that assuredly didn't belong to him; even if it fit the body and dress he now wore.
 
"I-I'm sorry!" Casius recoiled, feeling like he did something wrong, gloved arms waving in the air with surprise. "Did I do something wrong?!"
 
"You MANIFESTED me you DOLT!" She shrieked, now covering 'her' mouth at realizing she was now audible.
 
"I can put you back," The teenaged Trap implored, attempting to do so by shoving her back into the windowed surface. For his trouble, all he got was a grimace and a flail of the arms as a very physical back touched the very real window-wall of his home's outside. "S-Sorry. I thought that'd work."
 
"Obviously not, ama-ngh!" The specter began to say, only to bite on her tongue and relinquish any impulsive jabs she could think of. Instead, she inhaled, closed her eyes and breathed out of her mouth in a visible cloud of moist air that puffed into a cloud of vapor. Looking up at the bewildered teenager, she placed a hand on her hip and gestured to him in a pointed way. "You may not realize it right now, but you just shaved off a considerable fraction of your pool of mana. The spell you used during a," She suddenly stopped, closing her eyes and a twitch indicated the reason why. Opening her eyes again, she continued without skipping a beat. "During your fumbling response to a kiss from me, you had a desire to pull me close to feel me against your body while you continued to reciprocate. Because I had already activated your mana shield remotely, you had such a strong mental image of what you wanted to do while being 'excited' that you activated a rather complex and taxing spell."
 
"Oops?" Casius grinned a bit sheepishly with a shrug of his own.
 
Smiling despite herself, she reached out and tucked the lip of his slightly-off kiltered hat over his bangs, shaking her mirror head, "If you weren't so damn sweet and adorable, I'd still be mad. You could've accidentally knocked yourself out doing that."
 
"So, are we still going to practice?" He asked with a glint of hope in his eyes that she'd say no.
 
"Nah, that actually works better," She nodded with a wry grin. Gesturing with her head over to the blue cloud that hadn't vanished, she pointed towards it. "Since you now have a feeling on how this stuff works, try and imagine that substance taking the form of a stave."
 
"Wait!"
 
"What?!" She cried back in the same hushed, harsh whisper as he did.
 
Turning around, Casius awkwardly waddled away, his high-heeled boots clacking across the pavement till he was a good twenty meters away. Now at the center of the cul'de'sac, he took a few breaths in and out, identically to how she had done. Closing his eyes, he'd drown out his inhibitions and focus, hard on the shape and detail of what he wanted it to be. If it was blue clouds that it was, then it had to be something similar.
 
Lastly, he needed to do this!
 
"By my power, my love, and will, I call upon you," Casius threw an arm out over his shoulder, bending his left knee forward with his upper body while stretching his left leg out so the heel was narrowly above the pavement and the toe of the boot bent down; adding to effect, he covered the nose and jaws of his face with a curled, gloved arm as he cried out. "Storm Stave!"
 
In a blistering gust of wind, the specter saw the blue cloud contort into a streak of lightning and transmuted into a staff of liquid in the Magical Boy's hand. Clenching it, in a flare of light, it solidified and became an ornate blue stave with its head having spiraling strands of cyan metal arching like a pair of crescent moons with a ephermal diamond floating a mere inch away from the spaces. The pommel being akin to a snow globe full of wistful sparkles of energy, the cyllinder handle was held aloft in an underarm posture by Casius, lifting his body off the ground while a swirl of water generated around him in a mystical display of beauty and poise. His tight stocking covered legs raised in a mock sitting posture with the knees bent and calves suggestively criss-crossing the heel-adorned boots, Casius angled himself slightly to the right, letting part of his uncovered face from his bountiful hat show a cocky smirk, a twinkling eye that complemented the jingling earring on his right ear while his gloved hands gripped the handle of his Storm Stave confidently and with grace that was only accomplished by a true master.
 
Or a downright nerd of Mahou Shoujo genre of Anime; which was the specter's latter guess.
 
"Alright, Casie, enough showing off-" The specter began to clap her mirrored hands until she spotted a luminous glow that cast an ominous halo over the cloud covered moon. "Oh shit!"
 
"What's the matter?" Casius began to ask, feeling as if a wave of chills coiled around his body at the presence of something otherworldly entered his newfound senses. Turning around, he'd see the halo, making his eyes glare, raising a hand up and tapping his boots so he could stand erect, to stare past the light at a chilling silhouette. Its shape congealed with the sky, as if not truly belonging there, yet occupying the space simultaneously. But after some hard wincing, he made out a shape and began to mouth out with disbelief. "Is that a...flying saucer?"
 
"CASIE!" The specter's shout came too late as a tendril shot down in a bolt of light and enveloped Casius, dispelling the mana-generated water and swallowing him whole. Even as she dove to tackle his wriggling form, she was repelled by a nasty shock, her body electrified as she bounced back almost into the house. Spasming on the ground, she'd look on in faint horror as a fleshy tube held Casius' shapely form, his voice muffled through its thick tissue despite the girth being no wider than several feet.
 
"MMMMPH! HMMMMMPH!" He moaned aloud, his sensuous hips wiggling back and forth, his adrogynous rump grinding against mucus-layered pads of moist flesh as it rubbed and pressed on him with a malicious insistence. Peristalsis took hold of his head, rolling down his shoulders and past his effeminate but muscularly toned torso down his expanded hips and ass past the hips all the way to the tip of his boot covered toes. Every rolling swallow came with an accelerated squelch in his ears, rubbing and squeezing him so tight that it was pushing the air out of his bemoaning throat.
 
"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Casius cried out up the tube as it slowly retracted skywards, his body indenting and stretching the tractor-tendril towards its source. Even as he moaned pitifully, the Magical Trap Boy thought this was the end of his journey before it began. Unfortunately, this...would only be the beginning.
 
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Throughout the travel upward, he had lost air and through hyperventilation had finally forced him to pass out. This made it easier on his captors, disarming him of his Storm Stave and placing him in the a particular chamber that he'd see once awake. Injecting him with a stimulant, Casius consciously coughed and eyes widened with panic-ridden surprise as his heart pounded in his chest.
 
He was in an illuminated space of flesh, pulsating and squelching with noises that made him feel immediate discomfort. Roiling bumps irregularly dispositioned like stitched corpses that belonged to no creature he recognized, he'd see glowing tumors that had the color of pus glow and contract, increasing the brightness of the tissue surrounding him. The air itself was noxious, reminding him of raw meat and an aftertaste of sex as an aroma. One particular space that was narrowed at him like a tendril was a black eye, blinking slowly as it stared at him with something that didn't resemble a pupil but a...camera? Folds of metal spiraled in as it zoomed in on him, increasing his nervousness ten fold and he immediately tried to move away.
 
"W-Where am I?!" He cried out, only to find himself incapable of doing so freely. Looking over to his right side, he saw his right gloved hand was engulfed in a meaty mouth, chewing gently while also constricting tightly through the magic-made material. Similarly, his boot covered shin was also folded by layers of flesh, and a turn of the head revealed his left side was subjected to the same treatment; leaving him in a questionably vulnerable position that revealed his adrogynous figure.
 
Now that he got a better look at the place, and the way of his kidnapping, he realized that he was abducted by aliens! A distant chattering emanating from the organic-techno 'eye' made him believe as much, and the way he was restrained gave off an air of certain intent. In this pseudo-stomach that acted like an observation chamber crossed with a surgical containment center, the reason he was jostled awake was because they now wanted to probe him.
 
As if reading his mind, he felt his spine jolt, his mouth emitting a startled squeak as he felt something long and wet slide between the folds of his tight covered ass to the perineum of his covered bulge beneath his sleeveless robe covering. Gulping, he turned to look over his shoulder, seeing a gnarled tendril that looked like it had similar optics installed in various protrusions across this serpent looking device. But to his immediate adrenaline pumping gaze, it looked more like a studded erection, one that was beginning to slide back past the thin layer of fabric now riding between his plump rump to his swollen bulge.
 
"He-Heyyyyyyyyyyyy!" He whined out, his body bucking forward in his suspended restraints, gnawing hands distending his restraints but not weakening the meaty cuffs in the slightest. His pelvis bucked with his abdomen, the ritualistic tunic brushed aside to reveal the protruding meat, its studs gyrating as it inspected his loins in sensual arching brushes to his most sensitive spot.
 
"St-Stop-ffffffffffft!" Casius pleaded, ending on a lip bite as his eyes contorted between a grimace and a twitch of lust. His body was already being worked up, the ride through the tractor-tendril dousing him in a layer of mucus brought him into this organic room had worked up a sweat in addition, matting his bangs and making his clothes sticky to his skin. But this curling brush with studded vibrations by the alien cameras attached made him rock hard, ebbing precum while his hole clenched intermittenly with excitement and his cheeks gripped the thick meat that continued to slide in between his squirming pelvis.
 
"Haaah! Haaaaah! Haaaah!" Exaggerated pants made from the transformed Magical Boy radiated the air, the humid atmosphere enabling his breath to be visible to his half-lidded eyes. Moisture dripped from his exposed upper arms and glistened droplets down his arm pits do the rest of his tight top beneath the ritual tunic. Even as beads sloughed off his forehead, cheeks and neck, they dripped in addition to drool forming around the corners of his mouth off his nose and chin to the padded meat floor below.
 
This process seemed to continue endlessly in a torturous observation, the distant chirping of inaudible dialogue heard through the observation tendril. Once it seemed to be satisfied with the initial testing, the studded tentacle brushed the contours of his pelvic covering, exposing a luscious sweat and mucus lathered ass cheek. Doing the same to the other, it began to wrap around one cheek and vibrate in a constricting squeeze.
 
"N-N-Nooooooooooo!" Casius pleaded, his voice squealing out girlishly as he wiggled his ass almost suggestively, countering his own words as his eyes teared up past his blushing and sweat-mucus-drool covered face. Opening with a line of drool connecting his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he cried out loud. "Not my aaaaaaaaassssssss!"
 
As if for pure defiance without knowing his language, the studded tendril groped his right succulent bun before spiraling around to wrap around the other, forming a figure eight hold on his thick rump. The sound of the organic studded tissue squeezing his hindquarters brought out a bowing squeal of exhaling breath from Casius' lungs. Shoulders bunched up, hands bent through the cuffs and his upper back lifted his tunic-covered chest upward -revealing pointed nipples even through the two layers of fabric with adrogyonous breasts- as his mouth widened out with a tongue sticking out towards the ceiling with his eyes staring oblong. Tears streamed from the recesses with slime and sweat, mixing with the saliva ebbing from his gaping mouth, his long hair dropping excretions while his hat was barely kept on his crown as he continued to feel the grinding squeeze on his rear end.
 
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuCK!~" He emphasized, the last syllable cracking as he felt his winking anus suddenly feel an additional studded tendril prod it. Despite the thin fabric bundled up from the ass to rest in between the crack, it merely pressed it to one fondling cheek before beginning to insert itself, ebbing an excretion that softened his hole just enough to let the tip enter. The burn just added to the sensation of his ass groping, giving way to his teeth to bite into his lip once again just to keep out from exclaiming loudly while his eyes clenched shut.
 
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!" Casius began to groan out, his teeth releasing his lip as the first inch worked its way into his rectum. He could tell the moist protuberance wasn't thick at the edge, which he was thankful that it didn't wholly represent a human member. It didn't stop the first pair of studded optics from rubbing in its curious inspection, the probing eliciting desirable rubs that combatted the burn of entry that made his eyes wince open, his face burning hotter as it began to wiggle deeper.
 
"Hnnnnnnnnnnngh!" The Magical Trap clenched his teeth, feeling several more inches expand the ring of his puckering asshole and now began to fill his rectum. The studs were more numerous, the texture of the meat feeling akin to a slimy tongue rather than a dick. His rear end clenched as his upper body folded forward, his lower half jutting back into the first optic-tendril's hold on his buttocks while the second one continued to slowly plow into him. Rubbing his unknown pleasure spots while wiggling forth with its widening mass, the alien probe continued to stretch him forward, ushering out more grunting moans as he kept bending his upper body forward with the flow of his anal deflowering.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmh!" He moaned out with thinned lips, his open eyes staring down at the gurgling floor, saliva dropped off his face, neck, arms, pits, neck, nose and chin with the mucus in profuse amount. A particularly long string of saliva had escaped his clenched, dangerously garish spread lips as his reddened face witnessed the globule of drool elalstically pull down to the ground before separating in a liquid snap. With his bottom feeling gorged, the moist crackling amplified the shameful burn around his ears as his mind was being coerced into this forbidden temple of pleasure he was being subdued with.
 
Feeling the burn entice him to return upwards, his mouth parted with webbed drool connecting his tongue to his teeth and roof of his inner maw, while his girlish lips let out a succulent smack. Looking down with aroused bewilderment, he saw beyond his plump toned upper body and swollen breasts protruding through the fabric of the top and ornate tunic to the bulge of his straining member he saw another distending stretch that didn't belong. It was that extreme filling he was receiving bolts of organic joy surging through him from his obtusely worn hole, past his rectum and into his innards. His belly began to push out, along with a worming shape that pressed against his swelling abdomen of packs of toned youthful muscle of masculinity; the studded optic tendril was exploring his digestive tract while stimulating him in a way that brought him to new heights of ecstasy.
 
"W-Why?" He asked, to no one in particular, his mouth contorting into a half-smile and his eyes spun in out of focus delirium as he saw his fabric covered belly continue to fill up and stretch outward with animated movement. "Why does it feel s-so g-good, ngh?!"
 
As his innards continued to be ravaged, his pecks began to push out with it. He didn't know if this was a reaction to the artificial fattening his belly was being submitted to or if this had to do with the stimulant from before. Regardless, he'd see two noisy tendrils between padded flesh, these having what looked like closed floral ends attached to a stud-less pair of tentacles. Eyeing them with ravaged curiosity, he'd notice the squelching sound of their blooming revealed webbed mouths lined with suckers that twitched and puckered out; lined all the way to a single optic at the back of the mouth's throat.
 
Without any ceremony, they dove towards his boyish breasts, clenching through the tunic and underlying top's fabric straight into the sweat-mucus stained flesh. Congealing around its form like his constricted bottom cheeks, the suction would be filled with a rapturous cacophony of suckling kisses around every facet of his fatty protrusions. Angling his neck to and fro with his lower body continually bucking and squirming in place, he mewled and yelped at seeing his pseudo-breasts pulled back, twisted and smooshed with experimental glee that sent more pricks of pleasure into his overwhelmed youthful mind.
 
"Ah! Ahhhhhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHN!" He twisted and jerked with rising octaves of screams filling the chamber, the last one piquing as he twisted and gyrated in place, his abdomen expanding to a level akin to pregnancy while the surface of his skin wriggled with the sheer length and mass of his intertwined studded tentacle. Despite the strain put on his clothes, it held fast, even as his navel felt a tingle as something began to push and push. At long last, during the height of his squealing came the tip of the studded-optic tendril, shoving out of his navel and ripping past the bulge-wrapped abdomen of muscle and effeminate curvature.
 
As he let out strangled gargles, suds of saliva frothing at his mouth, his shredded waist's clothing showing his lower half, leaving a torn partition of the tunic to fall to the ground, incentivizing the breast attached tendrils to tear off the upper halves of his clothing so the shreds of mana-crafted garments would fall wetly to the protein-carved floor. Returning to his erect nipples on his currently inflated breasts, the moistly slathered Magical Boy could only look on with morbid resignation at the current condition of his mostly disrobed form had. His bulging body continued to writhe and jiggle in slow gurgling revolutions, his chest continued to be nursed and sucked in any way the aliens could while his navel revealed a gaping hole squeezing a studded tendril that wiggled around his sticky waist in spaced winds up his gorged skin.
 
Despite himself, Casius continued to grind his rump and dance in place to his suspended binds to the tune of his ecstasy. Pain blended perfectly with the pleasure, joyous ecstasy bubbling forth in so many locations that it all continued to form an endless slew of orgasms. His unattended slender bulge continued to ebb cum in the sticky leggings, twitching beneath the fabric as his upper body continued to be wound up by the navel protruding gut-tentacle.
 
Moaning out, his eyes saw in a blurry gaze as a squelching noise produced its own mounted studded tentacle, whose own end was similar yet different than the ones milking his boyish jugs. Splitting out in a sticky web of mucus revealed webbed wings and a protruding, scarlet tendril with a hole at its center aiming for his face. His panting mouth tentatively opened, his tongue stretching out towards the protruding red inner-maw tendril right before the appendages slapped over his face below his eyes, covering his nose and clenching past his jaws to the back of his head and beneath his chin to the top of his neck.
 
"MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFF!" He moaned through the face-hugging tentacle, feeling the decadent suction over his hot red skin, protruding the red inner-tendril over his tongue and to the back of his throat. Unknowingly his nose was filled with breathalizers, feeling a gas fill his lungs that relaxed his throat and enabled himself to breathe as his throat stretched to accommodate the bulging load he was about to receive. Tearing eyes saw large grapefruit sized bulges travel from the wall-tendril up to his face, entering his mouth as a sticky broth of milky fluid that sweetly swelled his neck in an audible gulp down warmly his chest and tickling his stomach once deposited.
 
"Hhhhhhhnlmph! Hhhhlmph! Hhhhlmph!" He squealed in between swallows, his body feeling seismic shockwaves of ecstasy once each orb of fluid hit his stomach. The tendrils in his body reacted by sending prickles across his whole nervous system, his body trembling in excitement and jerking in his meaty restraints. Tears and mucus-lined sweat flew in all directions, the navel ejecting tendril making its final twine around his systematically swelling and thinning neck to the side of his right ear.
 
Looking right at it, he'd shriek beneath his facehugger as it plunged into his ear and molded its studded form to fit through his ear. Drool escaped in excess in between the tight suction of the facemask of the tentacle as his eyes widened and rolled back, feeling the belly filled and protruding tentacle that wound around him congeal itself through his right ear in a host of electrical stimuli before stimulating grey matter in its journey out to the other ear in a liquid muffled splurch of fluids.
 
Violated in every conceivable way, he hung in place, eyes whitened as he was incessantly probed by the cold aliens that played and manipulated his body. His gurgling belly jostled, his breasts jerked around and his groped, gorged ass twerked in place. The restraints continued to gnaw at his fabric covered limbs, only adding to the numb ecstasy he was feeling beyond the overload his whole body was experiencing at the moment.
 
Then, when he least expected it, an explosion rocked the observation chamber. Chittering turned into warbled alarm, the tendrils rapidly receding without fanfare. Slurps of ears being jostled and his body being unfilled released a host of excreting fluids while remaining in the meaty binds. Dripping with slime and sweat, Casius weakly raised his hat-covered head and saw a faint blue outline overwhelm the crimson wall that had smothered his face moments before.
 
An explosion of mana-borne fire eradicated the chamber's far wall. A pair of silhouettes emerged that the dazed Casius could barely discern whose who. Similar hued fire was released, hitting all four of his meaty binds, disintegrating to a shrieking crisp. Left to fall during this instantaneous process, he was caught and then joined in a blue warm embrace, feeling his constitution and mind clear up within seconds.
 
"Y-You came-!"
 
"We don't have time for the mushy reunion," The specter warned inside of his head, her voice filled with insistence that pushed past all other emotions she wanted to exert. "You're lucky I stumbled upon help. Let's follow her lead!"
 
"Her?" He began to look up, his eyes staring up at a breathtaking look of beauty and endearing charm. Pink colored hair lied over quaint shoulders, though the majority was fastened into a lily-pinned ponytail that extended past her waist. With a cute face with rounded cheeks, plump lips and red lines painted around the eyes, the sparkling ruby eyes had split pupils that stared annoyed at him. With a pair of what looked like fox ears on the top of her crown -one possessing a golden ear piercing that extended into a jeweled band of ornate other precious metals of various designs- with a wide fluffy pink furred tail with a white frosted tip at its edge. Wearing a long, wide sleeved kimono of white with crimson outlines, Casius could only feel his sticky member stir and his face blush at looking up at her.
 
"She's so cute!" The Magical Boy exclaimed out loud, much to the specter's facepalming chagrin.
 
"I didn't do this because you were cute, i-idiot!" The Fox-Magical Girl cried out with an angry stamp, a turn of her head and an audible huff.
 
"And she's a Tsundere! BONUS!"
 
"Let's. Leave. NOW!"
 
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine," Casius mumbled, doing his best to follow his rescuer at the behest of his spectral partner.
 
The violation he felt ages ago, the terror and fear that melted away into seduction of the body and mind erased his worries. He knew now, the pay-off was going to be more worthy than the consequences. Despite the treacherous road his life as a Magical Boy -or Trap-, this was definitely going to be the life worth living from now on!