Infernal Awakening
Copyright© 2026 by EggSaladAvenger
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Chase Greenwater meets the girl of his dreams--literally!
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale School Magic Demons First Big Breasts Teacher/Student Slow Transformation
“So much power!”
Soft, tender fingers caressed every inch of Chase’s body as he floated through a void of dim, flashing colors and blurry, unrecognizable images. Each touch sent lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through his veins. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, heart racing like he had been running for a day straight.
“I can feel it all the way from here!”
He jerked and writhed, his body completely out of his control as sensations more powerful than anything he had ever dared to believe were possible lit up his cells until he felt like he was burning brighter than the sun itself.
But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more ... No, he needed more!
“Yessss, let me have it!”
A warmth unlike anything he had ever experienced washed over Chase, overwhelming him and sending feelings he didn’t even know how to name zigzagging through his nerves, more intense than a thousand orgasms hitting all at once. Sweet release ripped through him, tearing a cry of ecstasy from his mouth, but it came out only as a strangled gasp as the breath was stolen from his lungs by the sheer incredible, indescribable rapture that rolled over him again and again, without pause, without mercy.
“Ohhh, we are going to have so much fun together! But it’s time for you to wake up now.”
No, please! he pleaded to the void. Don’t make it stop! Let me stay here forever!
A warm laugh echoed through the constantly shifting nothingness around him.
“Don’t worry. We’ll see each other very soon.”
And with that, Chase’s day began as they usually did: with his older brother playing his bedroom door like a drum.
Wham, wham, wham!
“Hey!”
Wham, wham, wham!
“Mom says get up!”
Wham, wham, wham!
“You’re going to be late for school!”
Chase opened his eyes to see that it was only 5:58, two minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He groaned quietly. Apparently his mother’s wakeup calls couldn’t even wait until after he’d decided to sleep in anymore. He lay there silently, refusing to move while Jordan continued his attempts to knock his door off its hinges, until the alarm started to beep. Apparently satisfied, his brother finally turned to plod downstairs where breakfast awaited him.
With a sigh, he rolled out of bed and stood up, stretching his tired limbs and cracking his neck. Despite the early hour, the sun was already above the horizon and sending warm streaks of summer daylight between the blinds of his bedroom window. His eyes slid over to the calendar hanging from his wall, and a small smile appeared on his face. Only two more weeks of school, and then he’d never have to get up at this ungodly hour again.
At least until you get a job, the cynical part of him whispered back, but he pushed it away before it could dampen the somewhat good mood he’d woken up with.
Yawning, he scratched his stomach—and jerked his hand away when his fingers touched something wet and sticky. He looked at his hand, then down at himself, and sighed when he saw that practically his entire chest and stomach had been painted white. Another wet dream.
He had started getting them a little over a month ago—strangely coinciding with his eighteenth birthday, now that he thought of it. Not that he hadn’t had dreams involving sex before, but over the past few weeks they had increased to the point where they were practically becoming routine.
And for that matter, had he ... Chase glanced at his bed and sighed again. Yep, he had made an absolute mess out of his sheets again too. He slept nude, just as he had for as long as he could remember. For some reason, he’d simply never been able to fall asleep if he had even a trace of clothing on him, which only served to make messy situations like this even messier.
He grabbed a few wet wipes from the pack on his nightstand, which he’d put there for that exact purpose, and cleaned himself off. When he began to pull the sheets off his bed, though, he hesitated. This was the third time he was going to have to wash them this week, and while his mom had been surprisingly tactful about the whole thing, he still cringed at the thought of the look she’d give him when he brought them downstairs—her sad, lonely son whose only intimate encounter in eighteen years of life has been with his own bedsheets.
He pulled the sheets off and wadded them up before throwing them into his closet and shutting the door. If he was lucky, he’d be able to sneak them into the laundry later that evening without Mom noticing. And if he was doubly lucky, they wouldn’t fill his room with the stink of teenage cum in the meantime.
In other words, his mom was almost sure to find them while he was at school. At least that way they’d get washed without him having to feel her judging eyes on the back of his head the whole time.
And the worst part was, he could scarcely remember the dream that had gotten him so worked up in the first place. Just vague shapes and colors. If he strained his memory, he had a faint impression of a woman with thick, round hips and heavy breasts, but it was so faint that even that was fading away the longer he thought about it.
If his brain was going to humiliate him like this in front of his family, the least it could do was let him remember the good parts.
As Chase thought about the curvaceous phantom woman from his dream, he felt his flaccid cock begin to harden again. He shook his head, banishing those thoughts from his mind before he reached the point of no return.
He may have been awkward, shy, and chronically single, but one thing nobody could ever accuse him of was being unenthusiastic. Maybe he was just guilty of stroking his ego as much as his cock, but he’d always had the impression that his libido could put other guys his age to shame. Whenever he jerked off in the shower or in front of the computer, it was rare that he even had to wait a minute before he was back at full mast and ready to go again.
Was that normal? He didn’t think so, but it wasn’t like he could go around asking the other guys at school about their recovery time.
But it wasn’t all porn and rainbows. When Chase got hard, the only way to get it to go back down was to rub one out. That had led to some seriously awkward moments growing up, and he’d become exceptionally skilled at retreating to the restroom while hiding his throbbing hardons. How he had managed to get through all four years of high school without being labeled an unrepentant pervert, he would never know.
And in other news, he thought with a roll of his eyes, local man files complaint about the irresponsible amount of butter on his lobster.
Once he had wiped all the cum off his chest and stomach, Chase proceeded to get dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He had been “blessed” with a body that had absolutely nothing special about it. He wasn’t short, but neither was he tall. He wasn’t fat, but also wasn’t slim. No muscles to speak of, but not scrawny either. Basically, he had been spared from everything that might have been considered unattractive, with the tradeoff of having absolutely nothing that made him stand out in any positive way, either.
Finally convinced that he wasn’t going to embarrass himself just by setting foot out of his door, Chase headed downstairs where the sound of clinking silverware could be heard. He was the last one to make it to the kitchen, and the rest of his family was already more than halfway done with their own breakfasts.
Despite it having been less than ten minutes since he’d woken him up, Jordan was helping himself to what was likely his third bowl of Lucky Charms. The heavyset twenty four year old didn’t even look up as he came in, laser-focused on pouring as much milk into his bowl as possible without overflowing it.
On the opposite side of the table from Jordan sat Chelsea and Miranda, his older twin sisters. They at least graced him with a cursory “good morning” glance before they went back to whispering to each other. The twins were beautiful—it wasn’t wrong just to acknowledge that, was it?—with track star bodies that could only be told apart by Chelsea’s straight hair and Miranda’s curly hair. The idea that they might have switched hairdos, and identities, had passed his mind more than once, but of course he’d never had any way to prove it.
Ever since they’d learned to talk, the only friends either of them had ever been interested in having were each other. They’d gotten almost scarily good at talking to each other without letting anyone else hear. Chase could have put his ear right up next to them, and still not have heard anything besides “Psst pssspssspsst psssst!”
Not that he ever would. The last time he’d tried that had been when he was eight, and the swelling on his face hadn’t gone down for a week.
“Morning, sweetie.”
And there was his mom, Stella Greenwater, sitting at the far end of the table and munching on a slice of toast while the news played in the living room.
“Mor—” he began.
“Hurry up or you’re going to be late!”
He rolled his eyes and threw a couple more slices of bread into the toaster. His mother wasn’t abusive or neglectful by any means, but considering she had to take care of four kids who were between the ages of eighteen and twenty four all by herself, she admittedly did come across as if having to hear one more word from any of them would be the straw that didn’t just break her back, but made the floor cave in beneath her as well. The fact that she could take as good of care of them as she did, and still look as good in her late forties as she had in her early thirties, was nothing short of a miracle.
Again, it wasn’t weird for Chase just to think that, was it? Although he had heard one of Jordan’s friends call her a MILF a couple years ago. Chase hadn’t been sure if he wanted to throttle him, or just be glad that his mom was still capable of getting that kind of attention.
Jordan had dropped out of community college three years ago, and was working as a construction worker. Somehow, despite the backbreaking labor, he’d managed to stay overweight the entire time—likely because their mom knew he’d never be able to afford rent on his pay, so he was free to spend what little he made on fast food and anime DVDs.
The twins were still enrolled at the same college Jordan had dropped out of, and were hoping to eventually get beautician licenses. While that had sounded like a good idea a couple years ago, though, it had eventually become clear that the college intended to make them pay for every course under the sun before it deemed them “qualified.”
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