Entry: A Ticket To A Hot Vacation

 

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Eric still thinks it's a joke while staring at the ticket he got from his “secret admirer” in an anonymous letter he got it in after the tail of that punk that stole a chocolate bar. Eric still feels proud that he managed to convince the judge to give the maximum sentence for that. He chuckles at the memory but it quickly fades as he looks at the ticket again.. station 666.. a joke.. what else… a stupid all lawyers go to hell joke and to add insult to injury the letter called it a vacation! He scoffs and despite everything here he is, waiting in his seat after the final station just how it was described in the letter. Eric waits and waits, the nagging feeling of falling for some stupid prank in the back of his head. He looks annoyed at his wristwatch.. quarter past. He lets out a sigh and just as he gets ready to get up a conductor squeezes himself through the corridor and stops in front of Eric. The sign L adores the man's chest “man” more pig than man from the volume in Eric's opinion. “ the train is already Beyond
the last station, what do you think you're doing here ?” L grunts. Eric just raises the ticket, he is tense but only because L is so repulsive at least that's what Eric tells himself. Well at the very least he gets peace of mind when he finally gets certainty that all of this is just a stupid prank. “ooohhhhhh! you got a special ticket! that changes things!” L lets out a deep and booming laugh. “Wait, are you serious?!” Eric asks but L just ignore him “well enjoy your stay! and keep in mind. don't trust the host '' Eric opens his mouth to protest again but the conductor just snaps his fingers and Eric's vision fades to black.

He feels like he gets dragged down while a heat brush over him, the sting of a sulfur smell in his nose and haunting screams in his ear.

When he can see again he finds himself at a tropical beach bar. The stand is black and instead of the soothing noise of waves crashing Eric hears how bubbles pup and rise through viscous liquid. “What ?! How?! where ?!” he stammers his questions out loud, he feels disoriented and just can't believe what he just experienced. He is in hell ? Is this supposed to be hell ?! WHY DOES HELL LOOK LIKE A BEACH !?!?! flabbergasted he just looks around not sure if he is dreaming until he hears a thud in front of him. Eric turns and sees a cocktail in front of him on the counter, it looks delicious he can see pomegranate, banana, mango and some pineapple. his analysis of the drink gets interrupted by a voice sweeter than honey “welcome in hell~” Eric looks up and sees what seems to him like the devil himself, the devil is wearing a suit which makes him look very out of place on the beach, even more so behind a bar.. "Uh.. H-Hello.. Nice to meet you?” Eric is just stammering again “Oh relax~ I'm just the devil~ I don't judge~” the devil winks and Eric clears his throat “I see” he just squeaks unable to get anything else out since he is not sure how to talk to the devil “well Eric I'm a busy man. Ill see you when you want to leave~ until then I bet you can't finish that drink in one go~” the devil disappears in a puff of smoke before Eric can even say something. He has no idea how to take all of this and just stares at the drink. a bet with the devil.. it seems easy enough… and the bragging rights he would get.. Eric just chuckles at the absurdity of all of this. maybe its just a dream anyway. he lifts the glass “to me” he says “and all the rightful justice I bring.” He starts drinking down the cold drink. He can feel how it cools him down but even before he got half of it down the cold becomes unpleasant. his hand starts shaking as he feels like he gets frozen from the inside. Eric keeps chucking, pushing away all the thoughts of regret to solely focus on winning this surprisingly hard bet. He feels hypothermic, shaking and huddled together as the glass hits the black sulfur sand. Eric needs to warm up ASAP. he gets up and looks for a possibility, instantly seeing the orange glowing magma. Overkill ? perhaps but it seems like the best thing for him at the moment. so he carries himself over the sand, going right past the “don't swim, sharks” sign.. for a brief moment he wonders what is more absurd..a warning sign in hell or sharks. He takes a step into the magma, the vicus liquid burns away his shoes but it feels pleasantly warm on his skin. so he keeps walking, embracing the warmth. He can feel it seep into his body, driving away the cold. unaware how it slowly changes his body, first only losing some shoe sizes and as he goes deeper his thighs start to thicken. He starts to notice that something is off when he feels a strange push on his man hood, it feels strangely good and he has to press his lips together to not embarrass himself. his hip starts to expand while he leaks white bait into the magma. He is down to his belly and stops, looking at the changes.. contemplating if he should stop but the freezing feeling in his chest and arms drive him deeper. he loses his belly fat, showing some faint muscle under it while gaining fat further up as he feels a similar feeling to the one in his crotch but this time his body changes as he gains some buoyancy with the new rack the magma brings him. a solid DD cup, soft perky and squishy. Eric gives them a quick squeeze, almost missing how his arms and hands became feminine and dainty, as he lets out a gasp from the small electric pleasure it sends to him.. they are sensitive alright. Luckily he still feels like him and he just swims in the magma for now, with most of his body warm he can bear his head being cold. he takes a deep breath and looks up to think about what just happened, missing the massive shadow under him in the magma. without warning he gets dragged under by his ankle. Erica panics  and flails around but to her relief the thing lets go and she resurfaces, her long red hair swimming on the water. she pouts with her big lips when the “predator” appears before her.. it's a shark.. round as a ball and easily fits in her hand “you saucy devil” she splashes some magma on it “you gotta make up for that scare you gave me!” she demands. The cute shark disappears into the water and after a moment Erica feels a strong tug on the tower between her legs. causing a gasp and leaving her a full woman.