One Final Scream

 

Dennis had to find someone, anyone. The elixir was accelerating, but if he could find someone he could trust then maybe there was a hope he could pull himself out of the hell he’d created for himself. 

Months ago he’d stumbled on it, a metaphorical fountain of youth. A potion known only as the “Elixir” an alleged dirty secret floating around in less reputable portions of the scientific community, written off as laughably absurd at it’s best, and downright dangerous by less charitable. But worse, supposedly there were scientists he’d met that claimed to have experience with it, or at the very least had heard through a friend of a friend of what it could do.  

It could make you younger, and sexually desirable to everyone around you, more confident. As a scientific mind, he had to explore this. A means to refreshing your youthfulness? To enhancing confidence? If that could be reliable reproduced and made accessible to the world..he couldn’t fathom the possibilities. 

Her name was joan. The woman who had single handedly destroying his life

The pops in his hip made his legs unsteady as he heard the voice of his tormentor whisper in his mind “You can’t run from me, Dennis. I’ve already won” 

Dennis was panicking as he felt his face starting to round out after his breasts had pushed up, tingling with erotic intensity he didn’t dare stop, as his legs rounded a corner, suddenly a moment of excitement. 

“Kendra!” he let out a gasp, his male voice sounding completely mismatched to the young beauty his physical form had rapidly given in to. 

His daughter! His whole world! She could save him. He just needed to tell her about what was happening and the antidote and everything could turn back to normal! 

He moved to his smiling daughter, his mouth opened to speak, to explain, but everything but his words were silenced as he felt the terrifying warmth of her lips against his softened female lips, and his own daughters hand reaching to squeeze his ass tightly, a moan forcing it’s way up out of his chest from his mouth, the pitch now sounding terrifyingly like Joan 

Kendra’s hands shot to his chest pushing his swelling nipples around in circles the jolt of sensation going down to his shriveling manhood 

“I love you Joan,” she cooed “come to me please?” 

The last thing Dennis remembered before he ceased to exist was the feeling of his cock dribbling in the hands of his own daughter 

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I seem to have just became the "erotic horror" person, huh?

Initially I thought to have htis be a much longer affair, but my dearest Belladonna proposed that perhaps, it was just fine as it is. So I spruced it up in some spaces and now have something Ithink I rather like.