Devil in the Details -- Property

“I can’t believe this horseshit,” Barton complained as he drove up to his property. He’d inherited a rather large plot of land with an old factory that hasn’t been used in decades a while ago. Now he was getting calls from the local police that kids were sneaking onto his property. They said it was urgent that he go and check it out.

Barton didn’t care that much. If the kids got hurt it was their own damn fault. And if they burnt the old building down he’d make more off the insurance than it was actually worth. Some bullshit about being a historic landmark or something. He didn’t know when it was built. His parents seemed to know more than him. But they always emphasized that he should stay away from the property as much as possible.

Seeing how the police were now involved, he had to at least check it out. So when he would lie to the insurance about the ‘faulty wiring’ or whatever he could at least say he checked on it a few times.

“Damn this place,” he grumbled as he parked in front of the building. It’d been nearly a decade since he’d visited. After his mother died and it was gifted to him, he felt like he might as well have seen the place, even if he never went inside. She said that’s what made their marriage loveless. But Barton never understood how a building that his dad liked to play poker with his friends in could do something like that.

Barton started his checklist on the outside of the building. “No broken windows. Door still on the henges. Bricks look like bricks…” He kicked the wall almost hoping it would all start crumbling down. It didn’t. “Now, the inside.” For some reason his heart started beating a lot faster. At 60 there wasn’t much that Barton felt like he should be afraid of, but he still had to take a deep breath as he opened the door.

“Don’t you start believing those damn stories,” he grumbled to himself as he opened up the door. It was quiet. The door swung open moving the still air in the building around. Dust kicked up from the ground and caused him to cough as he walked inside. The door quickly shut behind him. “Damn that too.”

It took a good while before the dust settled and he was able to breathe properly again. His body wasn’t like it used to be. He moved out of the way of the doorway hoping to open a window. A small gust of wind pushed all the dust to the other side of the large building. “Fuck,” Barton coughed a few more times. “This damn building’s trying to kill me now.”

With the dust out of his eyes and lungs he was finally able to give the building a proper look around. “Who the fuck are you?” Barton demanded. He saw a guy standing in the middle of the room with a large charcoal circle around him. Everything within the circle looked clean and pristine while everything outside was covered in dust. It was a good 10 feet in diameter, yet the man seemed to stand directly in the center of it. “You the fucker the cops told me about?”

“I am. Officer Tomlan and Garner should have told you that I was here,” the man said. His tone was even and unscathed as he said it.

“Then you’d best get fucking out,” Barton said. He wasn’t too small of a guy though a lot of that size was in his large beer belly. The rest of his body had some muscle to it but all of it was obscured from the fat covering them. He focused far too much on eating out and as much as possible, without thinking about the consequences to those actions.

“Absolutely not.”

“The fuck you say?” Barton approached the other man. But his feet stopped the moment they reached the edge of the circle. His mother had always told him never to break a circle or the demon inside would come out. That superstition seemed to have planted deep inside him, because even Barton didn’t realize that he’d stopped. “This is my fucking property. You’d best git, or I’ll git them cops that called me here.”

The man started laughing. It seemed so unbecoming for someone like him. His proper attire that didn’t have a crease out of place made him look like a man who knew how to do business. And the laughter like that seemed so out of place.

“What? What’s so funny?” Barton tried to take a step forward but his instincts told him to stay put.

“You. I have lived here for generations. Your father was simply one of the generations that I lived through but then men stopped coming to celebrate me. And I don’t very much like that. Not much at all.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Nothing really. But I realized my mistake and won’t allow it to happen again. Now, what is it that you want?”

Barton felt the conversation shift. Everything this man had said completely wiped from his mind and all he could focus on was the question at the end. “What do I want?”So many things ran through his mind; youth, virility, strength, power, size, and more. He felt the thoughts linger and stay. ‘What should I say?’

His heart was filled with greed but he stopped himself. “I want you to get the fuck off my property,” Barton said. His eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry, but that won’t be happening. This is where I exist. I’ve carved out my own plane of reality and it’s not going to be moving anywhere.”

Barton didn’t understand what the man meant. But he knew he wasn’t getting his way. “Like hell you won’t.” He stepped into the circle. A chill went down his spine. Almost like an electric shock. He couldn’t move anymore. “The... Hell?” Even if he couldn’t comprehend what was happening, he knew it wasn’t good.

“Oh… You actually believe you own this area. How strange,” the man said. His voice was still even and unfazed.

It wasn’t until Barton stepped into the circle that he realized this wasn’t a human. The man’s eyes had gone black with red pupils, to tell where he was looking. The man’s skin was cracked as though something much bigger more more powerful was trying to get out of it. 

Barton tried to step back. He tried to move at all, but his body wouldn’t listen. “What’s… What’s happening?” His brain felt so at ease despite not understanding a single thing that was going on. There was a dull happiness with the whole thing. He knew on a conscious level he needed to run away but he felt so calm. At peace.

“There seems to be some confusion. Normally with someone as rude as yourself enters my area I wouldn’t be this lenient. But you genuinely believed this was yours. So if you agree to work with me, I’ll allow you to have a little bit more of what you want.”

It was hard for Barton to think straight. He could hear the words but was so distracted by his desires all working their way to the front of his mind. His cock went hard, harder than it had in nearly 30 years, thinking about what he wanted. How he always wanted to be the big tall tough guys who could play any sport. But he never had the aptitude for any of that. Gaining muscle was hard and working out was harder.

“What do you say?”

“Yes… Oh God yes!” he cried out. It was already happening. Whatever this thing was, he’d already taken the initiative in changing him. His bones were stretching longer, thickening to hold his growing frame. Bones were getting denser to be able to hold more weight, while his rib cage widened to allow his lungs and heart to fill out the empty space. “Oh God! Yes!”

One of his hands stayed on his cock. It was getting harder to pleasure himself as his hand just kept getting bigger and holding the less than average sized cock. But his focus was on his other hand playing with his newly forming body. Years of his life were whittling away as he felt the muscular power of youth filling back into him. His muscles filled out and hardened. Wrinkles smoothed over as the size and strength building under his skin stretched every inch of it.

Barton’s belly pulled back only slightly as his pecs pushed out in front of him. Hair covered his chin and went down to his pecs, but it was hard to tell what was on his chest and what was connected to his face. The dark brown forest continued all throughout his entire body, but it stayed densest around his torso.

His feet burst out of his size 10 shoes. Even stretching his sock almost to completely ripping off his feet. “Oh fuck yeah!” he cheered. “Women will love me at this size!”

“What are you thinking about women for?”

Instantly Barton’s fantasy changed to from a woman waiting on him to something else. “Oh fuck…” he grunted. His hand gripped his cock tightly as a finger touched his asshole. The sensitive spot tingled and joy filled his mind. Every muscle in his body flexed as he pushed a little more inside. It felt better than he could imagine. The thick meaty finger wiggled around on his insides and Barton had to do everything he could to keep from finishing.

His dick was throbbing with excitement as he played more and more with himself. Then it was finally over. He felt the high rush through him. Faster than he wanted but better than he thought it would be. It took a few moments before he was able to come back down from it and remember where he was.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at the man in the center of the room.

“No need to apologize,” the man said. The cum that had landed on the floor was starting to dry up and disappear. He looked over Barton’s naked body and snapped his fingers. “I prefer you this way, but know you can’t go home like that.” Instantly a large set of overalls started to cover his body. A plaid long sleeves shirt that had a sweat stained wife beater under it appeared over his torso but the sleeves were rolled up showing off his impressive arms. Work boots replaced his bare feet. “I need you to bring me more men.”

Barton gave it a thought. “I can do that.”