Domenico Ofwhite was in his home, playing the piano. He was practicing for a concert later this weekend, and nothing was to distract him. Well except an abstract painter who totally wasn't a cult leader. As if a DarkKnightmon was bad enough, you’ll never get THAT reference. As he was about to press the last key of the song, there was a knock at the door, interrupting his focus. “Ugh. Come in.” he heard somebody come in and enter his piano room, and he soon saw the half and half skinned visage of Castello Isaiah.
 
 
"Domenico Ofwhite, how wonderful to see you~" "What do you want, Castello?" "I have come to help you get ready." "For my concert?" "Not quite~" The blonde-haired man gritted his teeth in annoyance. "This isn't for your weird art project is it?" "It might be~" The man sat down next to the pianist, much to his disapproval. “Now, what are you doing?” He asked with a tone indicating bitterness. "You know I said you are the only person closest to the… person I wish to encapsulate in paint, and yet you are not quite there yet, something about the… chest is a bit off…" "Ugh this is about your weird art project." Domenico groaned, this guy was already weird, ogling his body at every turn and angle, it was objectifying.
 
 
“However, you seemed to at least inherit one thing about my dear lord…” he pressed his hand against Domenico’s cheek, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "You have his beautiful blonde hair~ Such perfect golden locks, oh if only I could run my fingers through them…" "No, Castello. What is it you want?" "I need your chest to be bigger so you can be a more perfect model for my masterpiece!" "And how, pray tell, will you do that?" "The old fashioned way~ Come in here, my child." Isaiah called out and a person walked in, "What the?!" Domenico sat up from his seat, his eyes wide. “Castello, what are you planning!?” “Do you not know of the taboo that is cannibalism? I find it quite interesting… and also erotic.~” "And I do not!" Domenico stepped back, frightened of what Isaiah was planning. "This person is delighted to give themselves up for a son of DIO, it'd be a shame to waste them~" “I.. I’d rather not be force fed the flesh of a human being.” “Oh, you don’t understand, Dio…” "What did you call me?" "I-I mean, Domenico… your body is amazing but for you to model and be close to my lord's body shape you need just a bit more fat on your chest… this way works best!"
 
 
Grasping his arm as he tried to get away, Isaiah was ready to help the child of his lord become more of his image. It made him drip with ecstasy… and something else. "Castello…" "Please, it's more pleasurable than you think." "Uggh fine! If it gets you to leave me alone!" He groaned again, he just wanted to practice for his concert! Without any warning, the artist forced the person’s head into Domenico’s open mouth. “MMMPPHH!?” "Apologies, but you took too long to say yes! I'll just put them inside before you choke~" "HHMMF?!" Domenico yelled in anger, he took too long because he wasn't going to say yes! God he could feel them go down his throat it was disgusting!
 
 
"It feels good, no?" He couldn’t say no, ya know, since he had a whole person going down his gullet and into his gut? But Isaiah knew that, he just wanted to feel Domenico squirm as the follower was pushed down his throat, "Oh you'll be close to perfection in no time my lord! Eheh, I mean Domenico~" “Mmmpphh!? MMMPHH!!!?” He was so confused and weirded out! He was certainly not enjoying it, that's for sure! His jaw and stomach began to ache after a while, being stretched to their limits along with his clothes. It was hell to him, but heaven to Isaiah. "Ahh…~ soon you'll be perfect, a lifelike representation of my god."
 
 
After a while, the follower was finally down and Domenico belched loudly. “Ughhhh..” "There, now for the really good part, you'll be digesting them, don't worry they'd do anything for me and their god." "That's not what I'm worried about! You made me eat a person! You're mad!" "I know but I make sacrifices to please Lord DIO…" The pianist hiccuped, with Isaiah patting him on the back as his stomach jostled around. “Nonsense, madness is merely a side effect of my love for both Lord DIO and you, his dear son.” "You keep talking about this 'DIO' stronzo, but I still do not understand why you're force feeding me people in his name or whatever nonsense you're going on about…" "Hopefully someday you can meet him, but for now I'll be making sure you are taken care of in his stead~"
 
 
The painter smiled as he rubbed his stomach, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it soon enough.~” "You will not be doing this to me again!" "Oh at this point it's unavoidable, I'll get you into the perfect recreation of DIO, but you need fuel for that~" "What are you talking about?!" Isaiah chuckled as he looked at the confused man before him. “My beloved lord had been taken out by a bastard Joestar not too long ago, but he will return. He will rise from the ashes and be reborn as a true God!” "You're insane! I ought to call security to remove you from my home!" "Ever wonder where those riches of yours come from? It was my lord who gave your mother that money, it's why you live such a spoiled life. You would not exist as you are without DIO." Isaiah said, drawing circles on Domenico's gut before he started to rub it "So maybe show a bit more respect to him and my efforts to please him."
 
 
As much as he hated to admit it, he was technically right… and this was slightly pleasurable… "Ohhh fine, but I better not get too fat, I can't go to my concert lugging a fat stomach around, it'd be embarrassing!" "I assure you that you'll look amazing once you've filled out~ Speaking of which, allow me to help that loud stomach of yours…" Isaiah said, Domenico's stomach was indeed loud, his meal taking some time and effort to digest, the moans of pleasure from within didn't help. “I think they believe that I am.. Errmm… “DIO”..” “Because you are.” Domenico looked at him confused. “What?” "Oh nothing~ Let them believe that you are, you might as well be."
 
 
"But I'm not DIO, I'm Domenico! I'm not my father, you idiots!" The white-haired man merely chuckled at the pianist’s defiance at him being his own father, “You’ll turn around eventually.” "I most certainly will not! Is this stupid person done digesting yet? I would like to get back to practicing!" "Mmmm they're getting soft… but you won't be using that piano for a while to be honest…~" “W-What in God’s name do you mean!?” "Well after you're done with your food I'll be… servicing you~ it helps digestion, at least for me…" "What?! Don't tell me you want to have some kind of sexual experience with me!" “I would be lying if I said I didn’t..~” He really wanted to get off to his STOMACH. Yep that Castello Isaiah for you, horny for DIO or anybody who looks like him. "You will not be touching any part of me, you pervert!" "Mmmm but I will be, I need to sculpt you into the perfect model for not only my art but of my god. I don't know why you object, your father had a perfect body~"
 
 
He kissed Domenico on the cheek, breathing heavily as he grasped his chest. “And soon, so will you.~” "hhhhhh…" Domenico was sweating bullets, scared as hell, what was he planning?! Sex, that's what. Feeling the disciple slowly melt away into fat and gunk in his groaning gut, Domenico felt the need to puke. “Ah, ah, ahh..~ You’re not done yet.~” "Please just let me lay down, I feel so ill…" Domenico whined pathetically as Isaiah rubbed and patted the young man's gut, "Mmmhmm, nice and soft, soon most of that will be on your chest, thighs, and rear.~" "Uuggggghhhh why does this always happen to me?"
 
 
God, he wanted to feel that soft ass of his after he was done digesting. It would be just the softest thing! And those tits, maaan those tits would be heavenly just like DIO's! Preemptively manipulated by a gay artist so he could live his blonde bara vampire fetish. "Now… I just need to…" Isaiah's breathing got heavy as his hand went to grab at Domenico's crotch through his pants, much to the man's dismay. It was such a curse to him as of now that he looked like a perfect replica of the evil vampire king. “Do not worry, my squire. This is all according to god’s plan..~” “G-Get the hell away from me!!” Domenico yelled as Isaiah undid his pants and rubbed his cock, his cold hands touching the warm flesh of Domenico's penis. Domenico cried out, "S-stop! Your hands are freezing!"
 
 
He was just so flustered and embarrassed by what he was doing! He couldn't help but get a little stiff, even if he hated that he was. "I said stop this instant! Are you deaf?! Let go of me!" Just touch the peepee, it feels so good! Isaiah smirked "Such a loud abrasive boy you are, not at all like my lord DIO…" "Because I'm not DIO!" Domenico yelled as he was jerked off. “Come on now, it’ll be fine. Shhh..~” He kept wanking the boy’s cock, causing him to bite his lip in response. Isaiah kept stroking the pianist’s cock, wanting him to spill his seed as his food digested away inside of him, giving his messiah the body he wanted him to have. With every gurgle and groan, Domenico became less and less abrasive, more “calm” in a sort of way before cumming into the artist’s hand. “There, was that so hard to do, Dio?~” Isaiah chuckled as he looked at the man, with Domenico sweating and panting as his now doughy gut rested on his lap.
 
 
He pressed his hand against his cheek, forcing Domenico to look up at him. “Now, now.~ You have a lot more to get done so you’ll be perfect for the ceremony. Your other brothers are nothing compared to your perfection.” “W-What in God’s name are you--” Isaiah pressed his finger against his lips, silencing the man. “Shhhh..~ Go get some rest, would you?” “..Fine, as long as you don’t bother me for the rest of the day. And.. and never do THIS again!” Domenico barked as he stood back up, even with a little wobble in his step. “As you wish, my sire.~” the blonde-haired man grumbled to himself as he made his way back to his bedroom, who in their right mind would think that this was pleasurable!?
 
 
As a matter of fact… this was..
 
 
This wasn’t that bad.
 
 
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