The 14-year-old appearance of Kurt Otto Wagner, his once female attracting dreamy blue eyes and silky blond hair, was now a male persuading beast with hypnotic blue eyes and silky blond hair streaked with oily black strands flattened against his dirty scalp. His muscular body now looked far less ripped and jock-like, resembling a more youthful teenager and boyish athlete. Even his hard boner's 9-inch length had shrunk to a smaller foreskin enclosed 7-incher. The bulbous mushroom's crown, hidden deep inside an oily puckered sheath and surrounded by a far thinner nest of dirtier and greasier sweaty wet patch of darker blond pubic hairs, was now also more sensitive, leaking a tiny clear trickle of precum.
"Wait for me inside my Chamber of Hell Pod," Jake commanded, pulling the dirty thong and knee-high leather boots of his old outfit through the ether of his bedroom lair. Jake's damp outfit materialized on Kurt's smaller physique, the boot laces fastening and tightly tying them self at the knees as the discolored dirty jockstrap-like thong slipped around Kurt's legs and crotch. "I'm going back to Hell to show my Nether Agent Professor what I slurped outta you, Kurt! But make sure you don't fall asleep inside the Hell Pod! Otherwise, one of them feral vampire bat demons could enter and switch souls with you, or change you into a mutant abomination. It won't take too long. Just remember, Kurt. Stay awake!"
Shivering when the gelatinous coated eggshell-like pod enveloped him inside its muggy enclosure, unsure how it even formed around his body so quickly, Kurt moaned from the stronger odor and dirty sweet smells that now poured out his flesh. The smells excited his lusts even more intensely inside the confined pod's humid chamber.
Licking his arm's shiny moist flesh, loudly slurping the taste of his sweat just like Jake had done before disappearing, Kurt's stiff boner reacted immediately from the delicious sweet tang and unfamiliar flavor of his oily sweat. Kurt swelled painfully hard within Jake's snug jockstrap-like thong.
A giggling pair of undeniably familiar chuckles interrupted Kurt's sweaty skin tasting. Kurt's lengthy thin tongue darted back inside his greasy drooling mouth.
"Where'd he go, Heinrich?" Dietrich questioned, stepping behind the bushes alongside their driveway. "I thought Kurt was outside shootin' hoops like two minutes ago. Whoa! What the Hell's that, Heinie? Look what I found! Hey! C'mere!"
Kurt listened to the approaching footsteps, drool spilling down over his chin, swelling harder.
Mesmerized for a moment, Dietrich stared at the object he found before approaching it. He yelled, "Here's the jockboy's dumb basketball, man!"
"Gimme it, Dietle-man," Heinrich shouted, swishing out his sharp switchblade. He spied the expensive basketball. "C'mon, D-man! Toss it over, man! I wanna get my revenge with jockboy's stuff. I tell ya, dude, he been like snoopin' around our bedroom, Dietrich. Kurt's the one who maybe swiped both of our jockstraps, man."
"Not a chance, Heinrich!" Dietrich replied, and rolled the basketball inside the garage. He sniffed back at the strong burning wood-like odor he'd noticed right around the bushes. Guess it's nothin', he thought, and said, "Kurt will never wear your jockstrap, Heinie-man, and no freakin' way he'd ever wear mine I'm guessin'. It's like he's Mister clean freak! Every night it's like, no don't sit near me, bro. The movie's just startin' and you haven't showered in like a whole friggin' month, whichever twin you is! Go sit somewheres else, man, you stink! I already called the couch!"
Unknowingly sniffing at the enticing pungent odors he could smell from the two twin's young body's now looking around for him, Kurt deeply inhaled their magnified peppery body odors and almost ejaculated in Jake's thong.
"Yeah, you're right, man," Heinrich added, snapping his blade shut and slipping it back inside his baggy board shorts leg pocket. "An' he's like never real sure who he's even really talkin' to wit' us, neither! Unless you's din't like really even showered in over a month, D. 'Course, I don't neither. I hate takin' showers, man."
Shifting restlessly in the pod he was sealed inside, Kurt listened to the fading sounds of the skater twin's retreating footsteps. He heard an electric humming noise, the garage door closing shut, and leaned back against the pod's slimy hot protective membrane.
Kurt hadn't questioned why he could still see inside the egg-shaped pod, but he could see the vein-streaked interior walls as if it were daytime. He also knew his enclosure hung from a branch of an oak tree Dietrich had stepped so close to that he should've seen the pod, but hadn't. The Chamber of Hell Pod, once a human teenager's living body before being altered and converted into a living Hell Pod by a Hell demon, was invisible to humans and animals.
Kurt started to feel unusually tired and sleepy. He closed his eyes. A warm sulfur smelling breeze streamed through the pod's interior, and Kurt opened his eyes just in time to see a giant black cloud-like bat shoot through the pod's flesh and back out the other side, hearing a demon's shriek of anger as it fled.
"That was too close," Kurt whispered, shaking himself wider awake. He squeezed at his bulging leather pouch. "Gotta stay awake! Gotta--"
"Not fair, not fair, not fair!" the returning demon interrupted, its corrupted soul shrieking at the Hell pod's teenage occupant. The feral vampire bat child landed atop the dangling pod. "Lemme in, lemme in, lemme in if you dare! I'll make you one of us! I want make you be my Nightchild!" ...