Pass It Along/14

* Dylan and Divinity *

Basil watched as his ectoplasm appeared to be absorbed through the skin on the Shultz's faces. Osmosis certainly wasn't a normal way for semen to enter the body, he knew that. Occasionally, he wondered if he could ever impregnate a womb that way. Maybe some day he would have to try it. In the meantime he had business to resolve. The Shultz's had been resisting his probes, and for that he wasn't happy. His ectoplasm would soon enter the brain, which would give him a short amount of time to try once more to push these new memories. Once they had fully accepted one, Basil knew they would be more ready to accept the rest. The ectoplasm would make them more susceptible to his power, making that first accomplishment considerably easier.

Basil wasn't a cruel boy, he just liked to play. He knew what memories were precious to people. He would never do anything that meant a parent might forget a child, or a brother forget a sister. But he would take those memories and spice them up a little bit. Usually, he would add in varying degrees of intimacy to those relationships. All he really wanted was a new family of his own. He figured if he could find a way to make himself part of enough memories, he could have that. Maybe, he could even have his physical body again. He knew exactly what he would do with it if he ever did!

He once had an amazing family, but they abandoned him surely after his death. He was just a child when he died. All he really remembered of his life was the regular orgies and other sexual encounters. they happened most days after he turned five. With friends, with family, with boys, with girls, with adults, with children, indoors, outdoors, underwater, in private, in public, at home, at school, in the woods, in the park, in the sun, in the rain, on the bed, on the ground, in a single location, on the move. If he could think of it, he'd done it. Every day he be having sex with someone. It's no wonder that's what was driving him in his time as a ghost.

Basil was only 8, but on this particular occasion he wasn't even the youngest. The twins had barely turned 7, but Elizabeth was busy bouncing energetically on his own child's penis, and Robert was trying desperately to lick up anything they might be creating. His older brother, James (10) was ploughing his anus as far as the young boy could reach, whilst sliding his hands about on Basil's chest and toying with his nipples. His best friend Edward, just a few months older than him, was pumping his cock in and out of Basil's mouth, whilst he sucked earnestly on the barely existent breasts of 11 year old Susan, the oldest member of the group at this time. The six of them went at it for well over an hour, changing positions every so often. Basil, however, was always kept at the centre of the party.

This was normal life for him.

I will break you! Basil concentrated his thoughts on the stubborn couple. He reached for one memory in particular, one that was sure to succeed!

Dylan was at a baseball game, just as hid did so often in his childhood. This one, however, Dylan remembered well. His little league team had made it all the way to the finals for the first time. If they won, they'd be given the chance to play all of different states. This game was huge. His whole family was there to watch. It was the bottom of the ninth inning, Dylan's team was just one run down, and he was up. Last batter! They needed him to score a home run, bringing a younger teammate who was waiting out in the field. The ball came at him fast, and he swung with a contact that skied it, with much more power than he had ever managed to hit before. That gave him time. Time was all he needed. He was just about to reach 3rd base when it suddenly hit him. The ball was falling straight into the arms of a fielder. He as out. He had just lost the game

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Let's see, what if it didn't end like that. Basil thought to himself as he grinned from ear to ear. Surely this memory would be enough to win them over.

Dylan stood to the plate, ready to bat in his most important moment ever. His family watched excitedly from the stands. His 6 year old girlfriend watched intently from the dugout. She didn't really understand what was going on, but she could tell her Dylan was doing something important, and that was enough to keep her interested. The ball sped towards Dylan with an extraordinary amount of speed, but he as he made contact with the ball he watched it soar into the sky. Immediately he began running. First base, he was easily clear of any fielders. Second base, the ball had only just started his descent. Third base, a fielder had positioned himself perfectly beneath the landing zone. Trouble was, the sun shone directly in his eyes and he couldn't see a thing. Instead of landing in his hands as planned, and dropped to the ground directly next to him. Dylan had plenty of time to finish the run, returning home and securing the win for his team.

The crowds roared with cheers and applause, and the dugout erupted with celebration. Divinity ran towards Dylan, and dived into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and planting a strong kiss on his lips. He could feel a bulge emerging in his shorts. He couldn't wait for what came next!

Not long after, the celebrations ensued in the changing rooms. Most of the boys was dancing butt naked around the bench in the middle of the room. Some had already cuddled together on that bench. Even Divinity was joining in the celebrations, her clothes discarded with the rest. Suddenly, Jackson jumped up onto the bench to draw the attention to him. At 12, he was the oldest one in the team, and he showed it with just a dusting of pubic hair across his hanging balls and impressive 4" boner.

"Divinity gets first go with the winning batter, cos it's her boyfriend. But we can have our fun to. Line up either side of him whilst he fucks her, there if you want his dick, and over here if you want his ass." It was a long tradition for every win to end in such an orgy. Whoever was lucky enough to hit the winning ball would find himself plugged up for the best part of an hour, and would receive plenty of exercise for his penis as he would ride just about every boy on the team. Others would pair or group off eventually for some extra fun. This particular day, however, he was in the process of sliding his erection in and out of Divinity's accustomed pussy lips, pushing backwards on the surprisingly pleasant dick of 7 year old Peter (the one who made it home before Dylan on his winning hit), when coach Facker entered, his impressively toned abs on full display, and satisfying cock swinging between his legs.

"Who said you could start this party without me?" He spoke in a very soothing, yet commanding voice. "Alright, who am I gonna fuck first?"

"Language! You're supposed to be setting an example for these kids!" That came from a very recognisable voice. When Dylan looked up, he saw his mother had entered, along with his brother and sister in tow. "Now you didn't think we would miss out on our Dylan's party did you?"

* Chrissy*

* Ophelia and Barry *

"Wait wait, calm down...Imir was it?" Ophelia tried to get further response out of him. It seemed his little tantrum subsided again, for now. That was good enough for Ophelia. "What do you mean I should bind him? You mean tie him up?" She spoke with a distinct ignorance, more so than she was used to.

"Yes bind him. It makes him yours, kind of like your slave. He must do your bidding, following any command you give him. If you don't give him a command, or once he's completed it again, he's free to do what he likes until you give him the next one. It's simple really."

Ophelia looked over to her 'older' brother, who looked positively terrified at being forced under anyone's spell. He still wasn't even completely sure what had happened to him, let alone grasping the idea of becoming his sister's slave.

"But why would I want to do that to my own brother?!"

"Because, if you don't he'll keep having sex with every person he meets, and that includes my new friends. I don't like sharing. If he does anything with my friends without my permission, I have to kill him. Sorry, it's in the rules!"

"But why would he do that?" Ophelia felt slightly odd fighting for his brother, like it was new to her. Had she really never stood up for him before?!

"Because the transformation isn't complete. Lilith only gave him some of her power, so he can't control it properly. He has to have sex with everyone he sees, it's just who he is now..."

"Wait, you said the transformation isn't complete? What if we complete the transformation for him, would that help him control it?" Barry was getting the distinct impression the others had forgotten he was even there. Forget not controlling anything. He was in enough of his right mind to realise how surreal it was to watch his older sister, in the naked body of a 10 year old, talking to a pixie about him having sex!

"Not really..." Imir began in slow thought. "But it would give him the power to change his form, make himself younger when I want him to. Then, he could play my games as well. So can you by the looks of it!"

"Would that make a difference?" Ophelia asked hesitantly.

"Well if you're both playing, I wouldn't have to kill you. Players can have sex with each other as much as they like, as long as I get to start the games first." He grimaced slightly at those words, as he was reminded of the twins who stole that honour from him.

"Ok deal." Barry had spoken for the first time in the entire exchange. He didn't even hesitate. If it meant he could claim the objects of his desires, he'd agree to just about anything.

"Excellent." Imir smirked. "I always love new play friends." He took some pixie dust and, with both hands, began to message it into Barry's wet, slippery penis. He had forgotten he hadn't gotten around to cleaning himself up after his encounter with Ophelia a few minutes earlier. "There, it's done. The pixie dust should give him the rest of his powers. If you make anyone else like you, however, I will still have to kill you! Try and use your powers on me, and I shall have to kill you. Make yourself any older than he is now, and I will tire of you, and shall have to kill you. Understood?"

Barry and Ophelia instinctively knew he was talking to both of them, and nodded in obedience. So much threat of killing, and this was from the nicest creature in the house!

* Aaron, Brittany, and Mandy *

It was at that moment when five more naked children emerged from the library, each panicked as they dreaded what Imir had in store for them. In actuality, he wasn't as mad as they expected him to be. He new acquisitions may have had a little to do with that.

"It seems the games are starting a little early today. Shall we all make our way to the swimming pool?"

--Jackmaster (talk) 01:47, 4 September 2018 (CEST)

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