Sassifraz

Sass and more sass

[transformhim]

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Hey guys! I know several others have done this, so I figured I’d jump on board and get one of these posts done myself.

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[fredwkong]

My boyfriend is pretty dominant and despite having a long and healthy relationship he has started to become restless. He says that he is embarassed that i still have a big dick that i keep unlocked cause people might presume that im the top of the relationship. He'd like to become more devoted to his needs and serve him loke a houseboi. I want to satisfy my man but im not sure im up to this yet. Can you help me?

"I wish I could just be his.”

“Like, boi, no need to be so dramatic.” The genie who appears is wearing nothing but a cute pink cock cage, his perky ass on display. “Like, I promise, just put the cage on and this will all totally go away.”

You’re about to protest. You meant that you wanted to be his without the TPE. But the genie waves his hand, and with a click, you feel the undeniable pressure of a cage locking around your big dick, forcing it to stay soft.

You’re offended. You open your mouth to say so, but the words die as your asshole lights up with pleasure. It’s like all the sensation you once got from your cock is emanating through your whole body. You feel warm and tingly, and it’s so hard to think about anything except getting something big and hard in one of your holes. You can’t imagine anything better than submitting to a man with a massive cock. You’ll cook and clean for him, give him massages, run his errands. In return, he’ll use you like a life-size fleshlight and fill one of your holes a few times a day so you can leak cum out of your cage like a faucet.

“There you go, boi!” the genie chirps, vanishing as your masculinity sloughs off of you and you sink to your knees on the floor. You’re a cute little locked houseboi, ready to do whatever Master requires.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

[itstransformingtime]

I never told him.

We’d been together for two years and he was always the cute, energetic 19-year-old, a lean, boyish face, messy brown hair, always joking about how he’d “never get old.” I loved him like crazy, but a dark little fantasy kept growing in the back of my mind. I wanted to see him bigger. Older. More… man.

So I used it. The same reality-warping app I swore I’d never touch again after I made myself into a jock in school. I set the parameters carefully: make him 20 years older, give him the body of a veteran rugby player who’s spent years smashing into other big men on the pitch. More muscle, more hair, more weight. A proper daddy build. And I made sure he wouldn’t notice the change to him, it would feel like he’d always been this way.

I hit confirm while he was in the shower.

The sounds that came from the bathroom were filthy. Deep groans, wet slapping skin, his voice cracking and then dropping lower and lower until it was a rich, gravelly baritone. When the door finally opened, my jaw dropped.

He stepped out completely naked, water still dripping down his thick, hairy chest. He’d ballooned. His once-smooth torso was now covered in dense dark hair that trailed down over a solid, rounded muscle gut. His shoulders were massive and rounded, arms thick and powerful, legs like tree trunks. His face had aged beautifully: sharper jaw, crow’s feet, a receding hairline that left him with a perfectly smooth, shiny bald head. He looked like a proper 39-year-old rugby beast.

“Alright babe?” he rumbled, voice sending shivers down my spine. To him, nothing was different. This was just another Sunday.

We went to the park for the usual touch rugby game with our mates. Except now he was one of the biggest guys on the pitch. The way he ran, the way he tackled, the way his heavy, hairy body slammed into others… it was intoxicating. After the game we all collapsed on the grass, laughing, covered in sweat and grass stains.

That’s when a friend took the photo.

There he is, my boyfriend, now my big, bald, hairy rugby daddy and I, lounging on the grass with a plastic cup of beer in his meaty hand. His thick, furry chest is on full display, belly rounding out as he leans back, striped socks pulled up his powerful calves. He’s smiling that same cheeky smile, completely oblivious that just a few hours ago he was a smooth, skinny 19-year-old.

He caught me staring and grinned wider, reaching over to squeeze my thigh with one big, calloused hand.

“Oi, you alright? You’ve been looking at me funny all day,” he chuckled, voice deep and warm.

I swallowed hard, feeling myself get hard again just looking at the thick hair swirling around his nipples, the way his belly moved when he laughed, the sheer mass of him.

If only he knew.

He took another swig of beer, completely at home in his new older, heavier body, while I sat there secretly throbbing at the knowledge that I’d stolen twenty years from him without him ever realising.

And the worst part?

I already wanted to make him even bigger and older.

[namelessgimp]

Back at it.

[gayrubber791019]

I used to hate morning rush, I don’t even remember why actually. Nowadays morning rush is always the best start of my day. The metro car rumbling through my rubber plug never fails to get me instantly hard. And honestly, nothing feels better than a holding my hard cock while you’re fully encased in rubber. Just the pink head peeking out, stroking up and down listening to the programming in my hood. Makes me it feels so good to serve and obey.

Between some stations I shifts my weight, pushing the even plug deeper. My cock directly twitching while I let a soft moan. A dribble of precum oozing down onto my rubber thighs. Nothing wrong with letting them know I’m well programmed!

Across the aisle, two men are whispering. Both wearing some rubber, the first just a shirt with long sleeves combined with his… cloth? Pants? Well and the other has his black rubber pants with his cock out, luckily! And also some loose weird other fabric. I doesn’t really recognize that. Wel it’s not even that I can recognize it, luckily my eyes are permanently encased in the special lenses of my hood. The hive can see for me. I can just look at the spiral and programming, that is all I need to see to SERVE and OBEY.

They just keep on glancing at me… well, they probably look at the way the station lights dance across the perfect black gloss of my rubbery pecs. But somehow they look... uncomfortable. Puzzled. One of them mutters something about "decency".

I honestly don't get it. Maybe they forgot to place their daily buttplugs? Or they didn’t rest enough with their earbuds? So weird that their cocks are not hard and leaking like mine. Maybe they don’t SERVE and OBEY enough. Even thinking about it makes me so hard. My cock twitching and leaking even more. Why are they missing out on this?

Before I realize it, the voice of the hive in my earbuds commands me to stand. I rise up on my feet. My hard cock bouncing up with me. The lenses in my hood already projecting a more prominent spiral onto my iris. My eyes start rolling back without me even realising. I feel my mouth going into that dazed smile again, fuck I always love this feeling. Without thinking I start walking, well what else is new! Nothing feels better than letting the hive take over for me, it knows what’s best. I can just focus all day on watching that spiral, listening to the hive, staying hard. All to SERVE and OBEY the hive.

Who knows! Maybe the Hive even allows me to assimilate someone!

[artificial-transmutations]

Good Boy Cole

"Unghh!"

Cole grunted while pushing up the bar one last time, finishing a set of heavy bench presses, and sat up. Just as he was about to grab his protein shake, he stopped in his track, distracted, and nudged his buddy.

"Hey, Diego. Twelve o'clock. Would you look at that?"

The other man, a Latino called Diego, couldn't help but look in the indicated direction and immediately regretted it. A curvy woman with brunette hair was doing squats, stretching her yoga pants in a way that would make every man look twice. Well, at least every straight man, like Cole, who used every chance to demonstrate just how straight he was. Not so Diego. He was gay, but he knew better than to tell Cole, as this would serve nothing but trouble.

"Damn, look at that ass," Cole announced loudly, making sure both the woman in question, as well as half the gym, could hear him.

"I bet she's much rather bounce on my fat cock than on that mat. I bet she's a moaner."

The anger inside Diego grew. This was hardly the first time, and Cole became less and less bearable lately. His hand clutched the small plastic bag in his pocket, but he restrained himself.

"Cole, what the fuck? At least keep it down. Show some respect!" he hissed.

"Respect? For bitches? Diego, what's wrong with you, bro? Hey!"

The last shout wasn't directed at his friend but at the agitated woman, who walked away with a red head.

"Wrong way, bitch! It's this way to get dicked down in dicktown!"

She quickly scurried away, and Cole laughed.

"Look at that! I love it when they run!"

That was the final straw. Diego used to like Cole, but lately, he had been nothing but an asshole, a misogynist and a homophobe. He took the little plastic bag out of his pocket, and, when his friend was looking away, emptied the powder into his shaker. Perhaps this would teach him a lesson.

Shaking his head, Cole took a deep gulp from his protein shake, not noticing how the sparkly pink powder dissolved in the milky liquid and burped loudly afterwards.

"Anyway. Next set. Spot me, bro, will you?"

He began working the bench again, and Diego smiled.

"Sure thing, bro. You're such a good boy after all."

The trigger phrase took just a few seconds to take effect. All of a sudden, in mid-lift, Cole's face turned red, and his expression changed to a pained, labored one.

"What the fuck, man? Did you increase the weight?"

His voice was strained, and it was clear he was having trouble keeping the bar steady. Diego checked the weights and smirked.

"Hmm. No, they are the same as you always lift."

Cole growled, and the veins on his neck were standing out.

"The fuck, man. I can't hold it! Help me!"

Slowly, the bar sank down towards Cole's bare chest - he had stopped wearing shirts in the gym a few weeks ago to show off his muscular hairy torso to the ladies - and Diego could see panic setting in. He waited until the last moment, when the cold metal had already grazed the other man's chest before he leaned over to help lift it up again, lingering longer than necessary leaned over his friend.

Cole didn't understand what was happening. This couldn't be the same weight as always, it had to be at least double that amount. It didn't help that he had to be rescued by Diego like that, and the natural sweaty musk of the Latino filled his nose. Entirely involuntarily, he felt his cock twitch in his shorts and hoped that Diego didn't see it - which was unlikely, since Cole was, of course, very well endowed.

As a matter of fact, though, Diego was focused on other things. The powder did its job remarkably well, if you knew what to look for. Already, Cole's bulky frame seemed just a bit thinner, and his chest hair, pride of his gym life, was a bit thinner. Diego grinned when Cole couldn't see it. This was going to get good.

"Do you want me to reduce the weights for you?" he asked innocently.

"What? No way! I got this, just have to change my grip."

"Suit yourself! You got this, good boy!"

Cole gritted his teeth and pushed against the metal bar again, trying with all his strength to lift it up, to restore his manly honor. But it was no use, and the bar wouldn't even move, as more changes set in.

"Fuck! There's no way this IS..."

He stopped immediately as his voice cracked.

"I mean there's..."

What came out of his mouth now was not his voice. It was at least one octave higher than it was supposed to be. How embarrassing was that?

"What the fuck?!" He tried to lower his voice to a rumble, but what was coming out now sounded more like Mickey Mouse with a cold than his usual manly voice.

Meanwhile, the changes in his body were proceeding as well. His proudest feature - his thick mat of chest hair - was receding rapidly. Within seconds, it vanished completely, leaving him smooth as a baby seal.

Diego tried very hard not to laugh out loud now and gave Cole a few moments to take it in as the changes came to a halt. Then, he couldn't help himself anymore.

"Hey, did you shave? Looks good, boy!"

"Shut... Shut the fuck up!"

Cole's head was burning, and he needed to get out, get a grip on what was happening.

"I need to pee."

He got up and felt a rush of vertigo. His body felt wrong somehow, but he pretended nothing was wrong and steered towards the men's room door. But apparently, Diego wouldn't let him get away that easily.

"Good call. I got to take a leak, too."

Cole couldn't say much against that and so he ended up at one of the urinals, with Diego right next to him, although there were only a few other guys in the room, and a lot of free spots.

With no hesitation, Diego whipped out his ample dick and aimed it at the bowl, starting with a trickle, as if deliberately taking it slow.

Cole gulped and nestled with his gym shorts, not sure why he was stealing glances at Diego's dick next to him. When he finally managed to get his own tool out, though, his blood froze.

His dick was... Small. Even though his groin was mysteriously as hairless as his chest now, it didn't help to measure up the dick attached, which was not tiny, but considerably smaller than what Cole was used to. Probably even below the male average now. But as bad as this was, it wasn't even the worst thing.

He was hard. He had not noticed because his cock was so small now, but he was sporting a boner. Right here, in the men's room, at the urinals. And the sight of Diego's large meat didn't help to get rid of it, either. Cole understood nothing anymore, and this was quickly turning out to be the worst day of his life. He just stood there, staring at the boner in his hand, neither able to piss nor comprehend.

"What's the matter, Cole? Why are you not pissing?"

Diego looked over shamelessly, bursting into laughter at the sight.

"Wow, is that all you're packing, good boy? I guess 'little Coco' is not half as big as you always say, right, Coco? And is that a fucking boner? Jesus, you sick pup, getting wood in the toilet?"

Cole's head was swimming. Diego hadn't talked loudly, so the other men in the bathroom had not heard, but that made it only marginally better. This was fucking humiliating! Panicking, he backed away into a stall, his whole body shaking as he locked the door and let himself fall against the wall.

What was wrong with him? Was this some kind of sickness? Was he hallucinating? He closed his eyes and tried to breathe, willing his erection down while more changes washed over him. While his body was shrinking and getting weaker, bulging biceps shrinking away into thin twig-like and his hair was getting lighter, a bit longer and considerably better styled. But his body wasn't the only thing changing. As much as he tried, he just couldn't get Diego out of his mind, and his small cock twitched with need. Unable to resist, his hand went into his shorts, taking his needy cock out and starting to rub it between two fingers. A low moan escaped his throat and almost without his doing, his other hand went to unlock the stall door, opening it just a small gap. He had to see Diego, and his cock, as much as he was ashamed about it, so he peeked out of the crack. The Latino was still standing at the urinal, unapologetically holding his slab of meat, directing his manly stream into the dirty gym bathroom equipment.

Everything about the picture was just so... Hot. He shouldn't feel this way about Diego, or any guy, but fuck. His chest hair. His pit hair. His musk. The sound of his piss hitting the bowl. His dick! Oh, his magnificent big dick! As Diego's stream ended and he shook off the last drops, Cole was beyond control. He closed his eyes and jerked furiously, unable to stop himself from moaning so loudly the entire room could hear it.

Just as he crossed the edge, his stall door was ripped open, suddenly exposing him to a grinning Diego and all the other guys in the room.

Cole wanted to die from shame, but Coco couldn't help himself. With an almost girly moan, a few sorry spurts of watery cum erupted from his tiny dick, coating his hand and sending a few drops flying over onto Diego's manly tights.

Cruel laughter erupted, and Coco felt helpless tears well up in his eyes as Diego's voice captured his attention.

"Well, well, well. Look who's jerking off in the bathroom stall, ogling real men. What a show, right, gentlemen?"

He waited a moment for more laughter at Coco's expense, then continued,

"But look at that. You hit me with your pathetic jizz. Is that how a good boy is supposed to behave?"

Coco shook his head meekly and hated himself for it, as the next changes set in. His ass was swelling in his gym shorts that changed color to a hot pink tone, hugging his lean frame tightly now.

"Thought so. Come with me."

His first impulse was to comply, but he resisted, not giving in just yet. But the next thing he felt was Diego's large hand effortlessly grabbing his neck and dragging him out of the stall.

He tried to resist, but his body was weak and pathetic, not having nearly enough strength to escape the grip, and his will was weak, too. A part of him didn't want to resist. He wanted this, to be humiliated, to be dragged out like that, to be shown his place. And this part was getting stronger and stronger just as his face was changing. It was becoming more effeminate, his jawline shrinking away, his nose becoming smaller, his lips fuller. His tongue was flicking out over those lips unconsciously, like a dog's.

Diego didn't stop until they were in the middle of the crowded locker room, in full view of all the half-naked men changing. Then he grabbed Coco's blond hair and pushed him to his knees in front of him.

"Clean up your mess. With your tongue."

It wasn't a question or a suggestion. It was a command, plain and simple, and the last parts of Cole tried to resist. But once Diego unceremoniously pushed Coco's face into his thighs, he couldn't stop himself from sticking out his tongue, lapping at the sweaty surface sprinkled with his own pathetic cum, only able to think about how good Diego's sweat tasted.

"Look at that bitch. Such a good boy. I bet he wants a reward, right? It's okay. Go for it."

Coco wanted to protest, to shout, to scream, to do anything, really, but he didn't. He was still lapping at Diego's thigh, cleaning him and getting high from his musk and sweat, and he could only nod weakly.

There, mere centimeters from his face, was what Diego was referring to, what Coco needed, like a drug. Diego's crotch, the enormous bulge that was his cock, and his full balls. There was no resisting. He dived in, lapping at the fabric-covered balls, then moving higher to the cock itself, not daring to remove it from the shorts. Without a word, Diego grabbed Coco's blond hair again, pulled out his cock and shoved him onto it.

Coco would have given much to not be so needy, but here he was, moaning loudly in front of all the guys he used to rival with. He was well aware that multiple phone cameras were recording the scene, but when the tip of Diego's cock entered his mouth, traces of piss still clinging to it, all he could think about was the taste, the sensation of a big fat cock down his throat.

Diego smirked, seeing his former friend reduced to a cock sucking twink — his bitch, entirely — and grabbed his hair to move him around like a toy, as the last changes settled, completing the transformation. Coco's face was cute, his lips puffy and full now, his body lithe and elegant, without any trace of body hair. His greedy throat was ready for deep throating any length, and his ass was full and round, promising yet another needy hole to get stuffed. Coco's cock had been reduced to a tiny nub, making him entirely dependent on real men for his pleasure.

"That's right, bitch. Keep sucking that dick. Who knows, if you're a good boy, maybe once I'm through with you, these other fine gentlemen will have their way with your filthy holes as well."

The trigger phrase had lost its power, but the prospect of becoming the locker room whore was more than enough for Coco to double his efforts.

All around him, every single man was already pulling out their cocks in anticipation, not wanting to miss the opportunity to put the twink who used to be obnoxious Cole in his place. And even though Cole was still in there and hated every second, Coco couldn't wait to be of service.

A tf going the opposite direction for once. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

[artificial-transmutations]

Prison Fantasy

Fair warning: Rather strong language and a bit of violence ahead.

Jacques was deeply concentrated as he slowly led his brush over the canvas. Bright sunlight coming through the open window lit up the rustic loft, and the quiet noise stemming from the Paris suburb streets was just as easily concealed by the classic music from the Bluetooth speaker behind the easel as the colors covered the blank parts of the canvas.

His latest piece was coming along nicely, he thought, a study of light and shapes and contrasts, a still life featuring flowers. The decision for this particular bouquet had been a spur of the moment. Normally, Jacques preferred to paint living things, like a cat or his boyfriend, but when he had passed the flowers on his walk earlier, they touched something inside his soul, begging to be painted.

Just as he was adding the last details to the colorful petals of a rose, the door opened behind him, and the sound of a key being dropped onto a bowl signaled the arrival of his boyfriend.

"Bonjour, my love," Richard, his boyfriend of five years, said and gave him a tender kiss. Just like Jacques, he was a gentle soul and an artist, but unlike him, he had a stable job, working in marketing. Richard often called his job 'soul crushing', but after all, bills had to be paid, and Richard gladly took on that burden so Jacques had time and freedom to paint.

"That looks good," he smiled. "I think it is the second most beautiful thing in the room right now."

They laughed and kissed again, and Jacques put his brush aside. When his boyfriend came home, he always put his art on hold and spent the evening with Richard. Sometimes they would go out on a date; other times, they would cook and watch a movie. Today, however, Jacques noticed an almost mischievous smile on his boyfriend's face.

"You're planning something, aren't you?" he asked with a smile, and Richard grinned.

"Oh, I can't keep secrets from you, can I?"

The taller Richard smiled, which curled his carefully styled small mustache.

"But, well, since you're asking... I'm kind of... 'in the mood' today, and it just so happened I passed a costume shop after work. Perhaps you would be up for a little... roleplay?"

Jacques raised an eyebrow. Roleplaying wasn't something they did often, but it was definitely something they both enjoyed from time to time.

"Hm, that could be interesting. What did you buy?"

To his surprise, Richard blushed a little.

"It's a bit silly. But I was thinking we might try something new?"

With that, he produced two sets of clothes. One appeared to be a dark uniform of some sorts, and the other one...

"Is that a convict outfit? Like, in a prison?"

Richard's head was even redder now.

"Y-yes. I mean only if you like, but I thought perhaps some guard slash inmate scenario might be..."

"Oh, Richard, you're so cute. I'd love to indulge in that fantasy. Which one do you want to wear?"

His hand already hovered over the faux uniform, but Richard managed to surprise him one more time this evening. Usually, he was the shyer one of the two, and often (but not always) bottomed, but his eyes wandered to the guard outfit.

"I... I was hoping I could be the guard? And you could be the prisoner?"

Luckily, Jacques didn't seem to be opposed.

"That's certainly new... So, tell me about it. What kind of prisoner am I?"

With slow and deliberate movements, he began to disrobe and expose his slim and elegant body, before putting on the rough convict clothes.

"I was imagining you might be a real bad boy for once. You know the type — strong and muscular, dirty and tattooed, and not..."

"Not what?"

Jacques paused while pulling up the pants, already getting a bit excited by his boyfriend's description. Richard squirmed a bit before answering.

"Not really... smart. But very rebellious and cocky. You know the type I have in mind?"

"Fuck yes!"

Jacques didn't notice the unfamiliar word in his excitement. Normally, he never cursed.

"That's going to be awesome! Okay, and you're my guard? Probably just as much of a bad boy, but on the other side of the law. Strong and ruthless, using force more than necessary. Hm, what else? Oh, how about you're not white? A Latino perhaps?"

Jacques was surprised at how vivid his imagination was. Perhaps he had seen a movie with a similar plot not too long ago.

"Yes, I like that idea!" Richard replied and pulled the shirt over his head.

Objectively, neither of the artists could be farther from their imagined roles, but that didn't stop Jacques from growing more aroused by the second. However, he hesitated before putting the shirt on. Following the same impulse, he said,

"I'm not putting that on."

Richard was taken aback and was just about to ask why when he understood. Clearing his voice and trying to make it as deep as possible, he answered,

"Looks like someone has to be reminded who's in charge here. Put on that shirt, prisoner, and don't make me repeat myself."

He could feel his cock twitch in the uniform pants. The whole thing was turning him on more than he thought. Suddenly, he noticed something out of the ordinary.

"Wait. What's that?"

Without asking for permission, he grabbed his boyfriend's arm and moved it up, pointing at his left upper arm.

Jacques felt anger rising in him — a rather unfamiliar emotion — and yanked his arm back, freeing it from Richard's grip.

"What does it look like? It's a tattoo."

"What? When did you get a tattoo? And where?"

Richard's voice was confused, yet still as deep as before, without him even trying.

Jacques shrugged.

"I don't know. Some place, around last year. Can't remember; I was pretty drunk. What's it to you? Is having tattoos against the law now?!"

The last part was delivered with an air of defiance, and he crossed his arms, daring his 'guard' to continue the conversation.

Richard blinked. His boyfriend's attitude was certainly different from before, but he liked it. Only his subconscious noticed as more ink appeared on the other man's skin.

"No. But it helps us recognize scum like you. Now, do what I said. Put. On. That. Shirt."

His voice was dangerously low, and his cock was making a visible tent in the dark pants. He had not noticed the added weight of a holstered gun, a nightstick and a pair of handcuffs appearing on his belt.

Jacques laughed and sniffed hard, stopping himself just before spitting out.

"You think I'm afraid of you? Just admit it, you want to see all my tats. Including the one above my cock." Jacques made a point of pronouncing the word as vulgarly as possible and pulled down his pants just enough to reveal the top of a large cobra tattoo, with the snake's head resting on his pubic region, before letting the pants snap back. His bulge had become much larger than before the motion, and not only because of his raging erection.

"Well, too fucking bad you won't get to see it, piglet! Who even let a baby boy like you in here? Are you the fucking intern?"

This time he spat on the ground before his boyfriend, getting so much into character he didn't realize how his slim and delicate frame was changing. His shoulders became wider and more defined, his abs and pecs more pronounced, his hair darker and his nose flatter.

Richard didn't seem to notice either, as his body responded to the challenge in an unusual manner as well.

His hair was rapidly receding into his skull, leaving him with a short dark buzz cut instead of the stylish curls he had earlier. Likewise, his body grew bulkier, and his clothes suddenly felt tight, even though the uniform was actually growing with his expanding muscles that flexed as his annoyance turned to anger.

"Oh, you're going to regret that, puta. I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson you won't forget soon!"

With a swift motion, he pushed Jacques against the loft wall, which was changing just as much as its two inhabitants. The previously light wooden panels were turning to gray concrete, the floor becoming smooth and sterile. The paintings on the walls disappeared and were replaced by cameras and posters reminding the convicts to 'keep their hands off the guards', and the windows changed from a big, bright opening to small slits near the ceiling.

Richard brought his increasingly masculine face mere centimeters before Jacques' as dark stubble grew in on the guard's chin.

"In here, I am the law. And you are nothing but a filthy petty criminal, who deserves to be locked away and left to rot. Now, you better show me some respect, or you'll be regretting it for a long, long time!"

Jacques pushed himself up and puffed his chest, which expanded with lean muscle, rivaling the other man's.

"Fuck. You."

He spat again, this time directly onto the guard's face, his own eyes gleaming with rebellion. The fact that he was just role-playing was drifting further and further away with each contemptuous breath. The air was thick with testosterone and rage.

Richard wiped the spit from his face and growled menacingly before pushing Jacques against the wall once more. He had no memory that it had originally been a window, or that the floor used to be hardwood.

"Listen here, you little shit! I'm gonna fuck you up until you cry for your mama. Nobody messes with Officer Rico!"

His skin darkened quickly as if to keep up with his words, and a thick accent sneaked into his voice.

Biceps bulging, Jacques found grip in Rico's short hair and, lacking better options, shoved his face into his own armpit.

"Oh yeah? You're gonna fuck me? Bring it, pretty little clean boy! I haven't showered in weeks, hope you enjoy the smell of a real man."

His voice was deep and coarse now without him even trying. All around them, the last remnants of their old home vanished, including the bouquet of flowers and the painting of it.

Officer Rico struggled, his face pressed against the musky dampness of the convict's pit. His cock was painfully hard and throbbing now, and his bulge had grown so large that it was inevitably rubbing against the prisoner's one that was almost as big and just as hard.

Finally, after more and more strength rippled through his body and filled his tight black shirt to the seams, Rico managed to break the headlock and grabbed the convict's wrist, twisting them painfully and forcing the other man down onto the steel flatbed next to them.

"You're gonna regret this, dirty fucker," Rico growled, half angry, half horny, and, with a quick motion and a clicking noise, cuffed the prisoner's hands to the front of the bed. Jacques laughed, but Rico wasn't finished. Mercilessly, he grabbed the inmate's pants, pulled them down and tucked them under the flatbed, effectively immobilizing him with his erect cock completely exposed.

With no gentleness, Officer Rico grabbed the inmate's cock and began to stroke it roughly.

"Well? How do you like that, fucker? Being treated like the scum you are? What's your name, asshole?"

Jacques couldn't help but moan, his hips bucking into the guard's rough grip.

"Jack," said Jack, through gritted teeth. Fuck, being treated like that was just too hot, but he couldn't give his guard the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead, he tried to free his arms again, causing the metal frame of the flatbed to squeak in protest but giving him no more wiggle room.

Rico's hand tightened around Jack's thick cock, and his own member throbbed in his pants, begging for release.

"Jack, huh? Well, Jack, I think you're gonna learn a lesson today."

He leaned down, his breath hot on Jack's ear as he whispered in a thick accent,

"You're going to get fucked like a good little bitch. The little bitch you are. I'm the one who fucks here. Do you hear me?"

Jack moaned in protest, but his cock betrayed him, throbbing and leaking pre-cum as his guard continued to stroke his massive meat. Fuck, he was gonna lose it if Rico kept this up. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine! Fuck me!" he hissed. "Fuck me if you think you can handle a real man!"

Rico grinned, and his voice grew louder again.

"Good boy, Jackie. Eventually, I break them all. Even though I got to say, you almost earned my respect. Almost."

With that, he let go of the other man's cock, leaving it throbbing and leaking, and loosened his own belt, freeing his massive cock and slapping it on the prisoner's ass, which left a wet spot of precum.

Then, without warning, he lined up with Jack's unwashed asshole and pushed in, forcefully and brutally, until his balls slapped against the other man's ass.

"Take it, bitch. Take it all."

Jack cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain and squirmed around on the flatbed, but neither could nor wanted to escape the humiliating situation on the flatbed. Like a machine, the Latino officer rammed into him, stretching him out like he hadn't been before. Jack couldn't help himself from moaning and screaming out loudly for the whole prison wing to hear.

Rico just grunted, his speed and brutality even increasing as he edged nearer and nearer to release. He had to give it to Jack — few men could take his massive size like that. Again and again his hips slammed against the prisoner's ass, and with a last roar, the guard emptied his balls inside the other man's bowels, shooting hot, virile cum in thick jets.

At the same time, Jack couldn't hold it back anymore. Without even touching himself, his large tool spewed cum all over his muscular frame, spurt after spurt until he was fully covered with his own seed and leaking the guard's out of his ass as soon as Rico pulled out.

Wiping his cock clean on the prisoner's pants, Rico grinned. He had needed that.

"I'll be back when I'm horny again. But I guess you won't be going anywhere, right, Jack?"

With a dirty grin, he removed the handcuffs and left the spent prisoner panting in his own mess, but not without taking the shirt with him. If this prisoner didn't want to wear a shirt, who was he to object? Let him have fun showing off his cum-covered torso with no way to clean himself.

What a ride, but so much fun to write!

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Dirty

You voted, so you shall have it. I present to you: Dirty.

When Adrian looked up from his expensive iPhone, he frowned.

"Really? Is this some kind of joke?"

The Uber driver just shrugged. Needless to say Adrian didn't give him a tip when he left the car. His usual studio was closed for maintenance until the new year — or something like that. Adrian hadn't really paid attention. His agent could consider himself lucky that he even agreed to finish the shoot this year. There had been some flimsy arguments about contractual obligations and the fact that the fashion label paid him a lot of money, but Adrian didn't care much about these kinds of technicalities. No, the real reason why Adrian was standing in front of the shabby building in the worst part of town was that he didn't have any other appointments for the next week, and he really didn't want to get bored in the days before New Year's.

The studio was small compared to the one he usually worked at. Luckily, he didn't have to bother learning the layout, as his photographer, Vince, was already waiting for him.

"There you are, Adrian. I... expected you half an hour earlier, but if we hurry, we will still get everything done today."

Adrian just waved in annoyance and scoffed.

"We can start when I'm ready. I still haven't had my pre-shoot coffee, and I think I've seen a speck of dirt under my fingernails. I will need another fifteen minutes minimum."

Vince rolled his eyes but didn't comment. Adrian wasn't exceptionally good at reading people — he usually had his agent for that — but he could tell Vince was annoyed. Well, that was his problem.

"Go ahead and fetch me my coffee. And none of that cheap instant stuff. I want an iced almond-milk macchiato, half sweet, extra ice, no whip, and an almond croissant. Don't take too long; you wouldn't want to delay our shooting, would you?"

He didn't wait for the other man to answer and closed the door to his dressing room right in front of Vince's face.

The large mirror wasn't spotless. Whoever had cleaned it last had left a smear over the reflective surface. Adrian was repulsed.

Of course, he didn't have dirt under his fingernails. The thought alone was ridiculous. He just wanted a few more minutes in peace before getting this thing over with.

He didn't particularly like Vince. The photographer had been friendly at first, but with each day of their collaboration, he had expressed more and more annoyance that Adrian couldn't really understand. And Vince sweated. It wasn't that much, and Adrian reckoned there were probably worse offenders than a pair of damp shirt armpits in the stuffy studio, but it was still disgusting to him.

Adrian never sweated. He wore a thick layer of anti-transpirant and took a shower in the morning. After all, who would want to see a sweaty model?

The dressing room wasn't large enough to fit a whole wardrobe. A few outfits had been put up on a rack, and Adrian inspected them.

Some urban streetwear collection, as he had expected. Tight-fitting t-shirts and purposefully ripped jeans. He could pull that off. Of course he did; he was a professional model. Still, it was nothing he would have been caught wearing in his spare time.

He sighed and picked the outfit with the least visible rips when Vince knocked and brought him his coffee. The photographer wore an ugly grin on his face, and Adrian decided to take another five minutes, just out of spite. The coffee didn't even taste good, and had a strange earthy aftertaste he couldn't quite place. Finally, there was no more use in stalling, and he went out to get this thing over with.

"Alright, Adrian. We'll have a couple of different locations to shoot, so we will have to move rooms in-between. We'll start with this one," Vince said and opened a door. The backdrop of a city street that looked much better — and cleaner — than the one outside filled his view, and there were some props in the foreground. This was familiar.

Directed by Vince, he struck different poses, and the flashes of Vince's equipment filled the studio. It wasn't a big room, and after a few minutes, Adrina crinkled his nose. There it was again. Automatically, his eyes went searching for the moist spots on his photographer's shirt, but he was surprised when he didn't find any. Still, the sharp smell of masculine sweat was undeniable and was getting even stronger the longer they worked.

"Yes, very good! We can use that! Show off the sweaty spots a bit. Makes you look fit and active!"

Vince's voice pierced through the room, and Adrian couldn't believe his ears. He opened his mouth to throw back a snappy answer when he looked down at himself. It was true.

There were stains on his clothes, right there on his chest and under his arms. His shirt was sticking to his skin, and the denim was dark where he had been sweating. How was this possible? Adrian never sweated.

He was about to tell Vince that he wouldn't go on shooting like that when the photographer called for a room change.

"Wonderful. I think we've got everything here. Now, let's do the next set. For this, you should..."

Vince glanced at a printed-out list. "Yes, that's the gym room with the tank-top. Get changed; we'll meet there in 5."

With that, he left, and Adrian hurried back to the dressing room, feeling the urge to take a shower as soon as possible. At least he would be able to change out of the cheap clothing. Adrian made sure to apply another generous dose of body spray before changing into the tank-top. Usually, these types of clothes weren't very flattering on his frame. He was lean and slim, and tank-tops were meant to display musculature considerably bigger than his. But it wasn't his problem. The client had booked him as a model, so they would have to live with the results.

He adjusted the too-big shirt until it hung a little less awkwardly and then went to the gym set.

Almost, he would have smashed the door shut as soon as he had opened it. The gym set didn't just have the backdrop and the props of a gym; it even smelled like one. There was a weight bench that glistened with moisture, which he was sure was not water.

"Did someone... work out here? That's disgusting!" he spat, but Vince just shrugged.

"We don't have time for a proper cleanup, I'm afraid."

He didn't say it out loud, but Adrian understood the silent 'because of you' nevertheless. He groaned theatrically and went in, determined to get it over with as quickly as possible.

The poses in this room involved all sorts of gym activity, from squatting to lifting barbells. After just a few minutes, Adrian was sweating profusely, like usual. Good thing he was wearing a tank-top; that way only the wet stain on the front was visible to the camera. The air was quickly filled with his natural musk, and only when he caught himself taking a deep breath did he stop.

What was he doing? He wasn't supposed to smell or sweat. He never had any body odor! The thought was quickly quelled when another wave of musk came from his bushy armpits. Adrian felt his cock twitch in response. He was unusually horny today.

Finally, it was time to use the weight bench, something Adrian had been looking forward to from the moment he had seen the film of another guy's sweat on it. Vince didn't have to tell him twice, and he practically jumped onto the dirty faux leather surface, wiggling his body into position.

"You should probably put the weights on it. Makes the whole thing a bit more believable."

Vince wasn't wrong. With the additional weights, the bench looked considerably more occupied, and the flex of Adrian's muscles was much more impressive. His biceps weren't the only thing bulging, however. As he pushed up more weight than he had ever managed to bench with a grunt, Adrian found his cock responding and growing hard rapidly. For a moment, the impulse to ask for a break surfaced, but Adrian just did another push, exposing his forest of pit hair to silence it. He was a model. No reason not to show off what he had.

He was almost disappointed when Vince announced the next set.

"Alright, the last one is outside. It's for the underwear. I'll meet you on the construction site down the street in five."

Did Vince have a boner in his jeans as well? Adrian wasn't sure, but he wouldn't be surprised. God, he was so horny today. It didn't help that he had jerked off twice before driving to the set, of course letting the copious amounts of his cum dry on his already sticky body hair. He didn't shower. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He showered perhaps two times a year, and, sadly, one of those times was before Christmas last week. In comparison, he was disgustingly clean.

When he saw the last piece of clothing, he almost laughed out loud. Finally, a fashion label with some kind of taste. Instead of a crisp white pair of boxer briefs, the one on the rack had clearly been worn before. Extensively. It was crusty and yellowed from sweat. Adrian brought the underwear to his nose and took a deep breath. No, not just sweat. He could also make out the distinct smell of cum and at least some drops of piss.

For a heartbeat, he felt conflicted. There was no way he was going to put on that. No, actually... There was no way he was not going to put on that. With glee, he peeled out of his too-small clothes, which had been hugging his hairy and muscular body tightly, and stepped into the dirty underwear. Perfect. His cock throbbed and added pre-cum to the mix. Since the set was supposed to be a construction site, he also put on some heavy work boots, but left everything else bare.

When he arrived at the grimy site, Vince looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets, but Adrian just grinned. His boner filled the filthy briefs to the brim, and dirty pubes poked out around it. He was definitely giving his fans their money's worth. His OnlyFans-fans.

"What are you gawking at? Come on, let's shoot. Before I shoot," he joked.

They worked quickly, and Vince's flashes captured Adrian in the most revealing pose he had ever done. On his knees, a sledgehammer between his legs, the head pushed against his hard-on, the model displayed his cum-filled balls and ass crack in the dirtiest way imaginable. Vince didn't even need to come up with more poses; Adrian was a natural. He used his environment to his advantage, and every time some sawdust or mud clung to his frame, his cock gave another throb. Fuck yeah.

Finally, after half an hour, he couldn't restrain himself anymore.

"That camera got a video mode?" he asked, his voice lower and more powerful than before. When Vince nodded, he bared his teeth in a predatory grin. "Good. Leave the cam running and come here, slut. Enough ogling. Time to show you the real piece of meat."

He didn't give Vince the chance to answer and just grabbed the man by his shirt-collar. Truth be told, he didn't give a fuck if the cam was recording. If needed, he could repeat that performance all day. With a decisive motion, he pushed down Vince's pants and underwear, exposing the other man's ass to the cold December air, before brutally shoving the photographer against a concrete wall. Some part of Adrian understood that this was Vince's doing. Time to make him pay, in the best possible way.

I hope you enjoyed that bit of dirty corruption! There will be more stories next year. Stay awesome!

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I stumble across rent a thing pretty late at night. I’m sleep deprived and horny so I give a brief skim through of the website not paying too much attention. So I can rent out any object I own? Immediately my horny mind goes to my well used fleshlight. Thoughts of a jock using my fleshlight flood my mind and I know I need to fill out the website.

Profile: I’m a little confused why they need a pic of me but I send a pic of myself anyways (A skinny twink in his early 20s)

Object: I scroll down to sex objects and select fleshlight

Duration: Its pretty worn out and might break if its used too hard. Immediately I think of a big cock breaking my fleshlight open. I select custom and put in, until it breaks.

Special request: I type in a jock with a big cock.

Before I submit my request I give the website another quick scan. Wait did that say I’d be turned into the object? I shake my head, that doesn’t even make sense, I must be really sleep deprived. I click send on my request. Still as I try to go to sleep I can’t get the thought of actually turning into a fleshlight out of my head.

Rent-A-Thing — Fleshlight

The next morning, you get up early. It's a busy Saturday, as usual. First gym, treadmill to maintain your skinny physique. Then, hair stylist. You greet Pearl, your platonic BFFFFF with a kiss on the cheek. She's not the only reason you visit the hair stylist twice a week, but it helps.

As Pearl begins to work on your rainbow-colored hair, you begin to yap about everything new that happened to you during the last three days of your exciting life. Of course, having neither shame nor secrets from Pearl, you also mention the website you found yesterday, Rent-A-Thing.

"No way!" she gasps and her scissors clack. "Honey, you're impossible. You want to lend someone your fleshlight?! And you put up a profile, with a picture of your face? Gurl, I would die!"

"Yep!" you grin. "Used the same pic I've got on my Grindr. Imagine the guy's face when he comes to collect his fleshlight."

You don't mention your fantasy of actually becoming the sex toy. You don't have secrets from Pearl, but you don't need the entire salon to know your kinky fantasies. That's where you draw the line. They'd have to buy you a cocktail first.

You have a good laugh with Pearl before you proceed to the tanning salon.

You have just arrived back home in the afternoon when your phone rings. It's Pearl.

"Oh. My. God. You won't believe it!" she exclaims the moment you accept. In the background, you hear an unfamiliar chime coming from your phone.

"I just had a customer who was a total hunk. I'm talking beefcake here, gurl!"

You snort and get comfortable. "Okay? Tell me everything!"

Pearl leaves nothing out.

"Oh my gawd. So, he's a total hunk. Huge, tall, muscular. He's like, I swear, I think he could crush me with his hands! And these tattoos! So, anyway. We chatted a bit, and I told him about this website, and he was all, 'No way!' and I said, 'Yes way! And my gay best friend is on it, too,' and I gave him your name..."

"Hold on. You gave Mr. Hunk my name?! And he's hot?"

You subconsciously lick your lips. This is hardly the first time Pearl has set you up with someone, and she has really good taste.

"So, what did he say?"

"He's coming to get your fleshlight," she chirps, and you can't help but giggle. "His name is Sean, by the way."

"Oh, honey, he's gonna get so much more than an old fleshlight."

Just then, the doorbell rings.

"Oh my gawd! I think this is him," you swoon.

"You have to tell me everything, gurl!" Pearl says. Feeling a bit naughty, you mute the speaker but leave the call and the mic open, putting your phone face down on the table. You'll end it before it gets too personal. Probably. The doorbell rings again.

"I'm coming!" you call, and open the door. Wow. A-wow. Pearl was not wrong. You lick your lips again.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

The tall man standing in the doorway smiles and looks down at you.

"Hey, I'm here to collect."

He's got a deep voice, and there's a hint of playfulness in his smile. His eyes scan you from head to toe. Without waiting for you, he enters.

"Collect what, sir?"

"Don't play dumb," he says. Your eye falls on his pants.

"Huh. Is that a gun, or are you happy to see me?"

You didn't plan on saying that, but the man just chuckles darkly.

"You don't get an offer like that every day," he says and readjusts himself. "So, you wanna be my fleshlight until you break apart? Is that it?"

Your eyes widen, and you think back to the phone on the table. You don't have secrets from Pearl. She knows all about your kinks. Even so, you can't help but blush a bit.

"That's what the website said," you nod.

"Hm. I liked it better when you called me sir."

You bite your lower lip. This is hot.

"So, uh, sir. Would you like to, um, test me out, or what?"

His grin is wolfish.

"Yeah. Get on your knees."

He pulls out a phone and presses a green "Claim" button. You drop to your knees, and before you know it, he's opened his belt and let his pants slide down his hips. You're greeted by the largest, most delicious dick you've ever seen, and it's right in front of your face.

"What are you waiting for? Open your mouth, fleshlight!"

"Yes, sir!" you grin and open your mouth. The fleshlight fantasy is doing a lot for you, and you are rock hard in your tight and stylish pants as well. Your head feels dizzy, and you wonder what Pearl thinks. So much for ending the call before it gets too personal.

The man doesn't hesitate and grabs the back of your head, shoving it onto his cock with surprising strength. You're an expert at deep-throating and let him slip all the way in as he presses your face to his groin. This is how a real fleshlight must feel.

Almost immediately, you feel him pulling on your hair, pulling you almost off his dick again, before reversing again.

"Yeah, that's a good little fucktoy," he growls.

The words are like fuel on the fire. You're not sure if you're feeling particularly lightheaded from the lack of air, but your head feels strange. All sensation concentrates on your mouth and your throat. Your jaw starts to feel strange, and not the kind of strange that comes from a deep-throating workout. Something is happening.

With every thrust, your body gets lighter and smaller, disappearing entirely into your head. It's a good thing Sean is holding your head, because after a few more thrusts, there is nothing else left to hold you. His grip changes, and from the corner of your eye, you can see all rainbow-colored hair falling out, leaving you smooth and... hard? At the same time, your lips puff out in silicone, and your throat straightens. The silicone grows inward, coating the tight space inside you.

It's a weird feeling, being a fleshlight. But it's not an unpleasant feeling. Actually, quite the opposite. You feel useful, and the thought of having a huge, throbbing dick in you is the only thing on your mind. Sean is moaning loudly now as he pounds you like a jackhammer, without any mercy. His grip on your outer shell is strong and manly, and you can feel the material dent under his hands.

"Fuck yes. Such a good fucktoy. I'm gonna use the hell out of you," Sean says. His voice is hoarse and thick with lust.

Finally, with a last big thrust, his grip becomes even tighter. You can feel a hair fissure forming just as he cums inside you. Or, not inside you. Inside the silicone cavity.

"Oh yeah. Fuck. That was nice," he pants, and you can feel his dick growing softer. Then, suddenly, it disappears. You feel empty.

"I'm gonna use you every fucking day until you break, little fucktoy. You like that, don't you?"

You wish you could tell him, but there's no way. You are a fleshlight now, and nothing else.

Your owner does as he told you. Mercilessly, he uses your silicone form every day. It's all you have to live for. It's your purpose in life, and you love it. He's brutal and doesn't care for you. Every time you break a bit more, become more of your owner's property. You'll give it a few months, tops, until you break. And you doubt that when you turn back after that, you'll want to do anything but pleasure your owner ever again.

What an excellent prompt! Thank you for that! I'm getting to a more sustainable pace in answering the many, many requests for getting turned into an object. Which means that every ask I've got in backlog (that I feel like doing), will take a bit of time. In other news, fleshlight is gone from the list now (I actually have one more lined up, but that asker is not to blame!). If you want more context, check out the beginning!

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Hoodoo Husband

John stared into his coffee while he spoke, feeling foolish for even being there. A hoodoo woman? It was ridiculous.

“The things I’ll do for that man,” he’d sighed as he stood outside, afraid to go in. The shop was a nondescript brick storefront with a small sign in the window advertising tarot readings and a psychic. The website he’d found it on said “other services” were available, and that’s what he was there for, whatever those were.

He’d been surprised when he walked in and saw a petite young woman with deep, ebony skin and long hair pulled back behind a gold headband. She wore a long summer dress dyed in a swirling pattern of purples and golds, and had on a plethora of necklaces, bracelets, and rings. She was immediately friendly, and John was having a hard time placing her age. To look at her, she seemed slightly younger than himself, but the longer he was around her, the more he felt like he was talking to an old woman. Her small frame radiated a quiet confidence and her eyes shone with wisdom beyond her apparent years. She had two mugs of coffee waiting, as though she’d been expecting him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m here,” he said as the woman sat and silently watched him.

“Because you love him?” John was surprised. He hadn’t mentioned Bryan or anything about his husband.

“Yes, more than anything. We’ve been married for ten years. We’re happy together, really, I just…”

“You feel guilty because…” she paused, cocking her head to the side. “…he’s too sweet,” she said with a smile.

John was surprised enough to drop his guard, and almost his coffee. “No, I mean, it’s not that he’s too sweet. I love how kind and caring he is. But sometimes I…” he blushed, “…I wish he was more of a MAN, you know? I don’t want him to be sensitive and sweet ALL the time. Sometimes I just want to walk through the door and have him take me. But even if he wanted to he’s not the biggest guy around…” he trailed off, surprised at his candor.

“Ah, I see,” she nodded. “You got yourself a great skinny husband, but you want a big burly man?” She winked and smiled while John squirmed with embarrassment.

“I feel bad even thinking about it…”

“I can help you with this,” she interrupted, “but you need to be absolutely sure. This is old, heavy magic you’re looking for. To change a person is no small thing.”

“Wait…you mean you can…” he put his coffee down, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe in…”

“Whether or not you believe in the rain, you still get wet,” She said sternly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend, it’s just….really?”

She laughed and guided him to a back room. It was lined with shelves and candles and the floor was covered in a powdery coating. “So we can see who shows up,” she said, answering John’s unspoken question. She pulled a jar from one of the shelves and sprinkled a thick circle of salt and iron shavings around them. “Whatever happens, do not, and I mean DO NOT, leave this circle until I tell you. Understand?” John nodded. Her tone made it clear she was deadly serious. “Alright…” she said, taking a deep breath, “close your eyes.”

“Hold on a second…what is all this? I haven’t even agreed to anything yet!”

“Haven’t you?” She asked, her tone dropping.

John opened his mouth to protest but decided against it. She was right. He did as he was told and closed his eyes. When he opened them a second later the lights were off and the previously unlit candles were flickering away. “What the…how did…” she couldn’t answer. She knelt on the ground in front of him, facing the empty room. She swayed and was chanting in a voice that grew louder and louder. John closed his eyes again, suddenly feeling dizzy. When next he opened them, he saw a different woman sitting in front of him. She was dressed the same, but her tight skin was sagging and wrinkled. Her long hair was wispy and stringy, exposing more of her scalp than not, and her bracelets hung even more loosely around arms that were withered sticks. John blinked and shook his head, the image fading back to that of the young woman.

“Bow your head,” she suddenly hissed, breaking off her chant. “Now! It’s here.” She bowed her head and John quickly did the same, gasping as he saw two footprints in the powder just outside the circle. Their large, strange shape made it clear they didn’t belong to any human ghost. “Concentrate on what you want. Concentrate hard,” she whispered. John screwed his eyes shut and focused harder than he ever had before. He pictured the beefy guys at the gym, replacing their faces with that of Bryan’s. The images swam vividly in his head, and when the candles flared bright against his closed eyelids, John couldn’t help but tremble. He’d never believed in ghosts or anything supernatural before, but there was no denying what he felt. A loud rumbling vibrated in his skull making him nauseous. He felt hot air against his face like something was breathing, just inches away. Then the candles went out in unison and it was over.

“What….what just happened,” he whispered after a few tense moments.

The woman on the ground held out a hand for John to help her up. “We were visited,” she said, grunting as she stood. She seemed tired, with bags under her eyes. She was also holding a crimson candle that she didn’t have previously. “Your petition was heard and answered.” The candle tingled in John’s hand when she handed it to him. “When you light that, the flame will illuminate a hole between our world and another, where what you seek resides. While it burns, you’ll have what you’re looking for. Blow it out, and things go back to normal. Let it burn all the way out, and the flames will have burned a hole into that other world, meaning there’s no going back. Do you understand?”

Her eyes bored into John’s. “I…I think so. Am I…I mean, is this wrong? To change him? Even for a while?”

She shrugged. “That’s not for me to decide. This is what you wanted, this is what you got. Now let’s talk payment.”

John tried not to think about how much money he’d shelled out as he got everything ready. He’d spent the past 24 hours anxiously going back and forth on whether or not to go through with it. He’d set up a surprise romantic dinner, with the crimson candle being just one of many so it wouldn’t stand out. Bryan’s headlights in the driveway told him it was now or never.

“Whoa, look at this place!” Bryan came in the back door and looked at the array of glowing candles spread out on the counters and dining room table. He dropped his briefcase and kicked his shoes off before giving John a peck on the cheek. “It looks gorgeous, hon,” he said, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. “And here I thought I was going to surprise you.”

John didn’t say anything. He just wrapped his arms around Bryan’s thin torso and planted a long, deep kiss. Bryan seemed surprised by the intensity at first but quickly dropped the flowers and let his hands glide up and down John’s back.

“Whew….we jumping straight to dessert,” Bryan asked with a wry grin when John finally broke it off. He caught his breath and loosened his tie, untucking his shirt in the process. Bryan’s wiry frame was covered in a tight, fitted dress shirt and equally slim slacks. He was always dressed to impress. His thick, wavy brown locks were still held perfectly in place even after being at work all day. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just happy to see you,” John said, trying to sound casual.

“So how was your day?” Bryan always asked, and not just to be polite. Even after ten years of marriage he was considerate to a fault.

John shrugged, walking over to the last unlit candle. “Pretty uneventful. Hopefully that should change here pretty quick,” he said with a wink.

Bryan crossed his long, thin arms and raised an eyebrow. “What exactly are you up to?”

John lit the candle, whispering a quiet prayer to whatever god was supposed to make the thing work. It hissed and popped as the flame hit the wax. “We’ll find out,” he said as he turned back around.

“We? That sounds cryptic,” Bryan laughed, pulling off his tie. “I’m going to run upstairs and change real quick. I feel like I’ve been wearing this for da…days…” he wavered on his feet and reached out a hand to steady himself on the table.

John immediately regretted his decision. In his zeal, he’d never stopped to consider whether or not it would hurt Bryan to undergo some kind of change, or if there were any health risks. He’d been so caught up in thinking about the end result that he didn’t worry enough about the process. He went to blow the candle out but froze as soon as he saw Bryan start to change. He couldn’t look away.

Bryan gasped, the inhalation seeming to inflate him in the process. His thin shoulders shot outwards like they were twin magnets with opposing poles. In just a few seconds his flat chest had sprouted a set of growing pecs that pushed the shirt open, sending buttons flying. More than getting bigger, John could see an increasing layer of wiry hairs sprouting through the open shirt. There was a loud rip as it gave out and a set of round, hairy shoulders pushed themselves free. A few seconds later the sleeves did the same, shredding as they failed to contain Bryan’s new piledriver arms. What few buttons remained gave up entirely when Bryan’s flat, tiny stomach lurched and pushed outwards to form a burly muscle gut that stuck out far enough for his now-meaty pecs could rest on.

The size 30 pants didn’t stand a chance. John had been so focused on Bryan’s expanding upper half that he hadn’t noticed what was happening to his legs. He looked like the incredible hulk in his shredded clothing. His socks and the bottoms of the pants had torn as his feet widened and his calves grew to the size of small boulders. His beefy gut had already blown out the waistband and his now-enormous, hairy thighs could be seen between the strips of his shredded pants. The bright blue of his briefs was visible through the holes, and John could see they weren’t faring much better.

He hadn’t expected Bryan’s face to look so different. Not only did his long neck seem significantly shorter surrounded by the thick slabs of muscle that grew between his shoulders, his whole face looked fuller and more rugged. His jaw had gone from pointy to broad and lantern-like, while his lean cheeks had filled out and were covered in stubble. Even his thick brown hair had shortened to a buzzed high-and-tight.

John had never been more terrified and turned on at the same time in his life. He just blinked at the beefy bear. Then his husbandly instincts kicked in. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Are you okay?”

Bryan panted, staring at his altered body in shock. He opened and closed his meaty new paws over and over, as though he didn’t understand that they were his. “What…what the fuck just happened,” he stammered in a deepened, booming voice.

When he looked up at John, he didn’t have the look of terror that the other man expected. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Are you in any pain?”

“No, no, I’m okay…a little sore, but…damn!” He prodded his thick, hairy pecs with a stout finger. “Fuckin’ look at me! I’m huge, dude!”

John’s cock swelled in his shorts. Safety no longer a concern, all that left was his lust. The sight of his burly fantasy was one thing, but the different speech and mannerisms were a pleasant surprise. Bryan was always sweet and polite. Even upset, he hardly ever swore. And in ten years John couldn’t remember him ever saying “dude.” “You…you sure are…”

Bryan looked at John with dawning realization. “Did you…have something to do with this?”

John spilled the story as best he could. “I…I didn’t think it would be real! Please…I just…don’t be mad…”

John wasn’t expecting Bryan to start laughing. “Holy shit…sorry babe, I just…you REALLY put a lot of thought into this role playing thing.”

“I…uh…guess so, yeah,” John said, unsure where this was going.

“How about we jump to the part where you get me out of these tiny clothes? These baby briefs you made me squeeze into feel like they’re cutting my dick off…” Bryan grinned and crossed his burly new arms. “Oh, sorry, got out of my role there…” he cleared his throat and furrowed his thicker brow. “You just gonna stand there? You lit the magic candle…time’s wastin’, little guy.”

John almost came right then and there. He didn’t know what role playing Bryan was talking about, but he didn’t care. He hurried over and put his shaking hands on the meaty slab of muscle that was Bryan’s new chest, running his fingers across it as he pushed the remains of the shredded shirt free. He hadn’t realized just how powerful Bryan would seem. He was big enough now that three of his old selves could have fit comfortably inside his new body. He radiated a raw, primal masculinity. John leaned forward and started licking his way across the juicy pecs but Bryan stopped him.

“Uh-uh, there’s still more,” he said, nodding down towards his shredded pants. “But just so YOU’RE not overdressed…”

“Oh!” John was not expecting Bryan to grab his shirt by the collar and literally rip it from his body. His stomach fluttered at the display of his husband’s new brute strength when, in one quick motion, he scooped John up and sat him on the table, pushing the now-smaller man flat on his back.

John just panted up at Bryan, too shocked and aroused at being manhandled to do anything. His husbands thickened fingers slid into the waist of his shorts and tugged, shredding them like he had the shirt. John’s chest was rising and falling rapidly now as he gazed at the wall of muscle grinning arrogantly down at him. His tiny red briefs were painfully tented with a damp spot forming on the front. “MMMMmmmm….” he moaned when Bryan’s wide new hand started kneading his cock through the fabric.

“Huh…that feels smaller,” Bryan said smugly. “Better take a look.” In a flash his briefs joined the rest of his clothes in a shredded pile. Before he could move, Bryan swallowed John’s solid rod entirely in his giant hand. “Yep,” he laughed after a few tugs, “definitely feels smaller in these giant paws of mine,” he said, delivering the line like a bad actor. He let go and pulled John to his feet. “Alright dude, these pants aren’t gonna take themselves off.”

John dropped to his knees and fought to get the tattered remains of the pants down Bryan’s enormous, hairy new thighs. He knew his giant husband could easily have ripped them off, but he seemed to be enjoying John’s struggle.

“Wwwooowwww,” John whistled when the pants were finally down and he could fully see the remains of Bryan’s tiny briefs. His husband’s cock had been long and thin like the rest of him, but now a wide, stout pole shot out above a set of heavy, furry balls.

Bryan wagged the thick, throbbing cock in front of John’s face while the remains of his underwear were pulled free. He laughed when John grabbed his plump, ample new ass, his fingers sliding into the deep valley formed between the massive globes. “You like those big, hairy cheeks, yeah?” Bryan asked condescendingly.

John’s mouth was too busy wrapping itself around Bryan’s wide new pole to answer, but he would have responded with an emphatic yes. No matter how many squats he did, Bryan had never been able to build more than a tiny little bubble. His thick new globes were a dream come true.

“Mmm…oh fuck yeah babe…” Bryan moaned, pumping his wide hips and running his steel fingers through John’s hair. “Get my balls too…”

John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This definitely wasn’t the old Bryan. In addition to the physical changes, his personality had clearly been altered. John ran his tongue all over Bryan’s heavy, hairy new orbs, wondering if he’d made a mistake. He didn’t want to erase his loving husband just for the sake of a bigger body.

“Okay…okay…” Byran panted, pulling John to his feet, “get up here.”

John’s fears were eased somewhat when he stood and looked at Bryan’s smiling face. Despite his less polished demeanor, he saw the same sweet, loving eyes looking back at him. Bryan wrapped him in a tight bear hug and planted a long, deep kiss. John squirmed ecstatically against Bryan’s solid, furry body, loving how the wiry hairs and stubbled cheeks pricked against his skin, not to mention the thick, solid cock digging into his stomach. He felt Bryan’s strong, rough hands slide down his back and plant themselves on his ass, feeling huge as they squeezed. He groaned as those strong fingers tightened and then unexpectedly lifted him off the ground. On instinct he wrapped his legs around Bryan’s wide new waist while his husband held him aloft. They were bumping into walls and furniture, but John didn’t care if anything broke. He was almost in tears he was so happy while his beast of a husband carried him upstairs.

John woke late the next morning, his face buried into Bryan’s furry pecs while his husband’s heavy arms were wrapped around him. They’d been up late, going at each other for hours. The aggressive new Bryan was an absolute beast in the bedroom, and John loved every second of it. He snuggled close, loving how secure he felt nestled against Bryan’s stocky, solid body.

Then he remembered.

“Shit! The candle!” He shoved himself free of Bryan’s grip and ran downstairs, leaving a confused, groggy Bryan alone in bed. He knew it was too late. It was well into the next morning. The candle was nothing but a hard puddle of red wax on the plate. “Oh god…oh god…” he stammered. In their frenzy, he’d completely lost track of everything but Bryan’s massive new body, which his husband was now stuck with whether he wanted it or not. He heard heavy steps come down the stairs and saw a concerned looking Bryan scratching his hairy gut sleepily in the doorway. John was torn between regret and relief. He felt guilty, but the sight of that naked, beefy bear was everything he’d ever wanted.

“Everything okay babe,” Bryan asked, wrapping an arm around John’s smaller waist and kissing him on the cheek.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, I just remembered all the candles we left burning last night and kinda panicked. Not awake yet,” he said, leaning into Bryan’s meaty embrace.

“I wasn’t too rough last night, was I,” he asked, almost bashfully. “You know I’m not good at that role playing stuff.”

John’s knees practically went weak at the memory. “No, not at all, you were great.” He turned and put a hand on a beefy, furry pec. “Jesus you are so hot like this…” he said under his breath.

Bryan blushed and grinned awkwardly. “Like this? How else would I be?” He flexed a massive arm and gave John’s ass a quick swat with his other hand on his way into the kitchen. “Damn…we slept late! It’s almost noon already?” He rummaged through the fridge with John’s eyes glued to his hairy globes while he bent and reached inside. As he watched, John started to see the full extent of what he’d done. On the refrigerator door was a picture of the two of them from their trip to the beach the previous summer. Instead of two lean guys, he saw Bryan as he was now, his burly frame covered in a tanktop and baggy basketball shorts, with a backwards hat on his head. Bryan hadn’t just changed; the whole world had.

The refrigerator door slammed shut and Bryan stood with a beer in his hand. That alone was proof. They were both wine and cocktail drinkers. There shouldn’t have even been beer in the house. John watched with stunned eyes while Bryan leaned back and chugged the whole thing.

“What? It’s SaturdayyuuUUURRRP!” He belched. He walked past John, giving his ass another squeeze, and headed over to the couch, flopping down with his legs spread wide and his beefy arm draped across the back. “You coming? The game’s about to start,” he said, patting the spot on the couch next to him. “Remember, you promised for our anniversary you’d watch these with me.” John stared in disbelief at the manly hunk of muscle sprawled on the couch. Bryan had never had the slightest interest in watching sports of any kind. Now, the previously modest man was naked on the couch having just shotgunned a beer, eagerly waiting for a football game.

There was evidence of this new reality everywhere he looked. On the ground next to the couch was a basket of laundry waiting to be folded. In it John could see large boxer briefs and baggy gym shorts that neither of them had owned previously. A series of baseball hats sat on a shelf by the front closet, and next to the door was a pair of gigantic cross-trainers. Instead of the stylish, fitted jackets Bryan wore, a huge blue hoodie hung on the back of a chair. Whatever it was the woman had summoned, when he’d thought about the guys at the gym and how he wanted Bryan to be like them, it had taken him literally. Now he didn’t just look like them, he acted like them. John thought about his sweet, lanky husband, replaced forever by this still sweet, if a bit rough-around-the-edges version of himself. It was like Bryan had been swapped out with an almost-straight counterpart. He wondered again if he’d made a mistake.

The mountain of furry muscle on the couch let out another belch and grinned proudly over at John. “Oh, hey babe, on your way can you grab me another beer?”

John just smiled and hurried to the fridge.

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Mark wagged his tail and grinned at his husband through the bars of the cage. “Okay, babe, I’m a naughty puppy.” The rubber tail felt strangely satisfying in his ass. All of this was so new to him, but his dick was rock hard.

Mark had never been very kinky - that was Bruce’s thing, and Bruce had a whole dungeon in the basement of their house devoted to it. But Mark had been noticing that Bruce had been spending a lot of time out hooking up lately, and was getting worried that the passion between the two of them was flagging. It had been months since they’d had sex. One night, he’d raised the subject with Bruce, and out of desperation, he told him he’d be willing to try some kink if Bruce wanted. They made plans to try it out, and now Mark found himself in pup gear, being led on a leash to a kennel and locked inside like his husband’s dog. He hated to admit it, but it was hotter than he expected - he could see why people enjoyed it.

Bruce smiled at him. “Bark, puppy.” Mark blushed. It still felt a little strange. He swallowed his pride and barked. “Woof! Woof!” Bruce grinned broadly. From his spot on all fours, Mark could see Bruce’s meaty cock straining against his leather jockstrap. He hadn’t seen his husband this aroused in ages. Bruce leaned down and pushed a rubber bone into Mark’s mouth, buckling the gag behind his head. “There, puppy - no more barking for awhile.” Mark felt drool trickle down his chin and his cock twitched. He couldn’t believe how how this was.

All of a sudden, he heard the front door open upstairs. He looked at his husband, confused and panicked. They weren’t expecting anyone. Bruce knelt by the kennel and looked at him with pity in his eyes.

“Sorry, boy. I’ve been seeing a new guy and things have been getting pretty serious. I was about to break it to you, but then you suggested this, and I realized there’s a way we can all stay together.”

Mark tried to spit out the bone. This wasn’t funny anymore. He tried to argue but only succeeded in moaning and drooling. He lunged forward and his rubber tail wagged. Bruce stood up.

“I’ll let you calm down a bit before I try letting you out for a walk. Corey is upstairs getting rid of your clothes and stuff, and your collar is electric so you aren’t tempted to run away.” Mark choked back a sob, and Bruce reached in and scratched his hair. “I know it’s an adjustment, but you’ll be a good dog.” Bruce stood and turned toward the stairs, heading up to his new boyfriend and leaving his new dog to whine in its kennel.

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Risk it all (episode 1) - AI transformation sequence, various themes.

"Hello everyone and welcome to RISK IT ALL!" Harvey cheered as he announced the start of his game show as he walked out to clapping and hooting fans. "Today we have new contestant who is a little bit down on his luck and he is hoping to win big by risking it all. Let's welcome Lewis, everyone give him a round of applause!"

Lewis walked out to cheers as he awkwardly shuffled to the circular platform. Lewis loosened his tie as the hot lights burned down onto him showing everyone his dishevelled and stressed look. Lewis gave a quick wave before looking back at Harvey who was beaming at his new contestant.

"Now Lewis, I a have been told you are a software engineer from Toronto. Now that's a good job and a beautiful city so why have you decided to risk it all?"

Lewis coughed and cleared his throat as he started looking at Harvey but as he spoke he became embarrassed and looked to the floor as he continued to speak "I made some bad investments, took out some loans and now I am drowning in debt Harvey."

"I'm sorry to here that Lewis. But I’m not sorry you're here and willing to play RISK IT ALL!" Harvey turned to audience and they joined in with him. "Now Lewis I'm sure you know how this works but I'll explain it for those at home who might not have seen the show. Lewis here is going to risk every aspect of him in order to win money. He has already won 1000 just for showing up and for every spin of the wheel his money will double, meaning in 10 spins he could be taking home over 1 million!" Harvey shouted and the audience wooed. "However, it is not that easy, as you can see on my wheel beside me, there are 5 segments."

"Blue - is for identity. This means qualities like age, gender, race, sexuality.

Green - is for the physical body. This means height, weight, muscle mass.

Red - is for specific body parts. This means certain parts of the body could grow, shrink, double, disappear.

Purple - is for mental changes. This means personality traits, IQ, emotions and memories.

Lastly Yellow, may favourite - random. This could mean any change to any aspect of Lewis here. We always have some fun when the wheel lands on yellow!" Harvey chuckled before staring like a predator at Lewis "Well Lewis are you ready to risk it all?"

Lewis sighed he didn't really have any other choice, bankruptcy was the only other option which he simply would not do. Lewis had never seen the show but it seemed everyone who participated won a large sum of money and maybe having shorter arms or red hair would be worth the sacrifice to get the money he needed. "Yes I am" He basically mumbled.

"Great then let's get you ready for you first spin!" Harvey then clicked his fingers and the platform below Lewis glowed and he was suddenly engulfed in a quick blast of white light. When Lewis's blinded vision returned he felt a cold chill and found himself standing in nothing but his underwear. Lewis felt himself blush as his pale, slightly chubby body was on display for everyone to see.

"Now Lewis are you ready to double that 1000?"

"Yes I am ready..." Lewis then looked at Harvey who was waiting expectantly and Lewis sighed and said "To risk it all!"

"Brilliant let's spin and find out where it lands and what you first change will be." Harvey then smiled a large toothy grin to the audience before grabbing the side of the wheel and giving it a hard spin. The audience went wild while Lewis still awkwardly stood in his briefs as he watched the wheel slow and finally stop on purple.

"So for 2000 its a mental change and let's see..." Harvey then reached behind the wheel and pulled from a box attached to the purple segment. "Oh a small change to ease you on Lewis." Harvey then began reading the card out loud "You risked and now it's gone, your voice that is! Instead you now have the high pitched, feminine voice and vocabulary of a ditzy bimbo"

Lewis then saw the platform below him glow and with another flash his throat felt weird. "Like what the hell babe's? Sweetie my voice sounds totally weird now. Hey I'm like not even wanting to like say some of these silly billy words. Cutie what's going on?" Lewis screamed internally as his masculine voice was been replaced with a flash but it was not just the sound that had changed, Lewis could hear the sentence he wanted to say, the words he wanted to follow each other but before it came out of his mouth it changed. A simple 'What happened?' had came out with extra like's, babe's and a whole lot more words than he intended. His brain had changed so that now everything that came out of his mouth sounded bubbly, dumb and femme. "Oh honey bunny, I don't think I like this." Lewis found his voice sounding like he was pouting, sweet and sulky rather than the anger and fear he wanted to portray!

"Well Lewis that's what happens on RISK IT ALL!" The audience cheered as Harvey went back to the wheel. "Are you ready Lewis? You have 2000 in the bank want to make it 4000?"

Lewis was already worried but he needed a lot more money and although his voice was embarrassing, it was a better option than financial ruin. Not wanting to speak Lewis finally gave Harvey a nod and the wheel spun around again.

"Ooo look's like its a body part segment!" Harvey reached behind the wheel and pulled out a card and took great joy in reading it. "It says you will now be able to palm a basketball and give killer high fives as you gain truly massive mitts. Looks like those hands are gonna be growing!"

Once again Lewis looked to the floor as it glowed white and with a flash of light his hands started to tingle. It was subtle at first his fingers looked a little bit longer, his palms a bit wider but soon the growth started to speed up. It was like he was having an allergic reaction as his hands swelled, they became heavier, cumbersome and oversized. Each hand growing bigger and bigger until his hands had doubled in size.

"OMG these look totally huge, I could totally be like a circus freak!" Lewis cried as he held up his massive hands.

"Those are certainly going to take some getting used to! I reckon they might make you a whole lot clumsier and hopefully you have a cock big enough that they can still grab!" Harvey laughed and the audience joined in making Lewis feel even more embarrassed and a panicked at the thought now have having to use just his thumb and forefinger to hold his cock in his now ginormous hands. Lewis was already deeply regretting his decision to take part in this game show, his voice and hands were already freakish and he had only won 4000, no where near they amount he needed to clear his debt! Lewis knew what Harvey was going to ask next and although he didn't want to continue he needed the money.

"Ok Lewis that's 4000, do you want to walk away? Or do you want to win 8000, do you want to RISK IT ALL!?" Harvey cheered and got ready to spin the wheel as once again Lewis gave a weak nod.

As the wheel spun Lewis watched, his anxiety rising and the feeling of dread causing him to feel sick, looking down at his giant hands he wished he hadn't came here.

"Wow a green physical body segment. We haven't had one of those yet!" Harvey then quickly pulled a card from behind the wheel on the green segment. "Oh now this is gonna hurt. You decided to risk it and I am afraid you are going to loose over a foot in height, becoming small, petite and cute. At least it will fit you new voice don't you agree folks?" Harvey grinned evilly as the audience cheered.

Lewis didn't even have a chance to voice his horror as the platform below him started glow and with a flash of white his instantly felt dizzy. The room started to spin as his body tingled, his bones felt softer and it was a struggle to keep himself standing as the world began to shift. Lewis moaned in distress as the world around him started to grow larger as his body started to compact and shrink. Lewis could feel the pulling in his bones as his limbs got shorter, his spine collapsed and besides his hands everything got smaller to accommodate his rapidly reducing height. When Lewis's world finally did stop spinning he felt like he had to really look up to make eye contact with Harvey, the wheel seemed so much bigger and he felt some much more vulnerable as he now stood at exactly 5 feet tall.

"Doesn't Lewis look cute folks?" Harvey shouted to the laughing and cheering audience, his big grin making Lewis feel uneasy.

"Babe I wanna like stop now! This is like totally like unfair and silly. Sweetie baby, I just wanna go home!" Lewis cried his high voice and new height making it sound more pathetic.

"Oh but Lewis it's only height! There are millions of people who are just as tall as you and live happy fulfilling lives, don't tell me you are so shallow that a few inches is causing you to stop at just 8000? From what I have heard you need almost ten times that?" Harvey said his concern false and his guilt trip viscous as even a few audience members started to boo.

"But Harvey baby, I look and sound like really umm silly." Lewis found his voice sounding pouty again like a toddler being told off.

"But that's what you get when you RISK IT ALL!" The audience cheered "How about this Lewis, why not spin one more time and get 16,000, its still not nearly the amount you need but I think for one more change that could really help you out?" Harvey looked at Lewis and to everyone watching he seemed deeply concerned at Lewis's situation. Lewis himself almost felt it too and he did really need the money.

"OK baby, one more little spin" Lewis said still cringing at his modulated bimbo voice.

Harvey didn't hesitate as he quickly spun the wheel as the audience clapped happily.

"Interesting a blue identity segment" Harvey grinned as the wheel seemed to awkwardly stop of that spot. Harvey then quickly grabbed a card from the back of the wheel from the corresponding segment. "Oh it seems Lewis that you are no longer from Toronto Canada but instead you now from Osaka Japan!"

"Wait wh-" Lewis shouted but before he could finish the platform below him glowed and flashed "いいえ、赤ちゃん、いいえ" Lewis's hands reached to his throat as his high pitched, bimbo voice now came out with an entirely new language. Lewis started to panic as he skin changed to a warm olive undertone, his hair darkened to jet black and became more more straight and thick. Then his face began to tingle as his features began to change, his lips a little fuller, his eyelids changing shape, his eyes turning brown and his facial hair changing. When the tingle faded Lewis had now turned into a Japanese version of himself and his mind went into a frenzy "ねえ、あなたは私に何をしたの"

No matter what Lewis did the only language that came from his mouth was Japanese and with his bimbo voice even his fear and terror wasn't accurately portrayed, instead he sounded like an anime character!

"Now that is a big change Lewis or should I call you Luma now, I feel that would be more appropriate." Harvey grinned at the short Japanese man with huge hands and bimbo voice. "That's 16,000 in the bank! Now I know you were thinking about quitting here but are you sure you don't want to go for the 32,000?" Harvey's grin was leering and devious.

"いやだ、いやだ、家に帰りたいの、かわいい子ちゃん。行かせてよ、ダーリン!" (NO no no I want to go home) Lewis shouted, but as he tried to step off the platform a buzzing tingled at his feet and they remained rooted to the ground. No matter how hard he tried to move them his legs didn't budge, he was stuck!

"I don't speak Japanese but I think that's yes folks, lets spin that wheel!" Harvey shouted as he looked menacingly at Lewis who kept shouting no but all the audience heard was enthusiastic high pitched Japanese squeals.

"Look's like another green physical body transformation! let's see what happens to you next Luma!"

"それは私の名前ではありません！(That's not me name!") Lewis tried shouting and moving but Harvey purposely ignored the pleas as he read out the card.

"Oof tough luck Luma looks like that slim body is going to be buried under 400 pounds of pure fat! But that's what you get when you RISK IT ALL!" Harvey shouted and the audience went wild.

Lewis wanted to run he wanted to sprint away from the platform but his feet were almost magnetised to the material and could do nothing as it glowed and blinded him with another flash of white. Lewis felt it instantly a churning inside him, a bubbling that push outwards as his body started to gain weight rapidly. It started with his stomach that bulged and bloated until it looked like he had swallowed a watermelon whole but soon that watermelon grew to a beach ball and then a yoga ball and a massive heavy gut sagged in front of him. Lewis cried as his belly widened and soon the rest of his body started expanding trying to catch up, his arms grew thick and chunky as the fat started to dimple on his elbows, his flat chest quickly a ballooned into sagging man tits with the fat starting to sink under his armpits. His legs thickened with wobbling fat and his thighs pushed together and changed how he had to stand to accommodate the vast amount of fat being piled on to his short, stumpy frame. Lewis whimpered as even his feet and fingers exploded with fat making every part of his soft and jiggly. The weight seemed even more surmountable on his short 5 foot frame making him look comical in his new morbidly obese form.

"Woah Luma you look like a tubby little sumo wrestler!" Harvey laughed and the audience erupted with laughter as well making Lewis want to cry.

"それは私の名前ではありません!" (Help me please, I can't escape) Lewis shouted at the crowd but his bimbo voice just made them laugh more.

"That's 32,000 Luma!" Harvey yelled and the crowd cheered "Shall we make it 64,000 you are doing so well!"

"いや、もう辞める！お願いだから止めて！誰か助けて！" (No I quit! Please make it stop! Please someone you have to help me!")

"I think Luma here is in it for the grand prize, don't you?" Harvey turned to crowd who cheered louder as Harvey spun the wheel again much to Lewis's dismay.

"Yes! A random segment and the audience knows these are my favourite. This allows for the audience to be super creative so let's see what you have won!" Harvey was giddy as he pulled out the card "Oh you devil's! It seems Luma you have been given the gift of an hyper sensitive anus, one that gifts you near orgasmic pleasure with just the slightest of touches. But be careful Luma something this pleasurable can becoming addictive, some self control is going to be needed or you'll be playing with your butthole all day!" Harvey was joined by raucous laughter from the crowd as Lewis's eyes widened with shock.

Lewis tried to move, his struggles were pointless but he wasn't going to surrender! As the platform glowed Lewis shouted for help once again but his bimbo anime voice was just ignored or interpreted as enthusiasm. With a flash of light Lewis felt the tingling instantly but this time it was only in one place and it only seemed to be getting stronger. Lewis's world was then thrown around as the platform quickly rotated so his ass was pointing at the audience. Lewis let out a squeaky whimper as his asshole started to itch and burn, it wanted so desperately to be touched but Lewis was not going to give Harvey or the crowd the satisfaction.

"Go on Luma, try it out" Harvey grinned as the audience chanted.

Lewis stood firm and stared at Harvey with hate in his eyes "いいえ" (No!) however Harvey seemed unphased as he looked off camera and gave a nod to someone off stage, Lewis then saw a soft white glow below him not bright enough to flash and blind him but something then felt strange. There was a churning in his new fat stomach, a pressure was building. Lewis then looked at Harvey in shock as he felt his stomach cramp as the pressure continued to build and soon it became painful, too painful for Lewis to hold out any longer. Lewis almost felt like crying as he ashamedly let out a loud droning fart as the room full of people laughed at him hysterically.

Lewis's embarrassment was short lived as he threw his head back as a wave of pleasure rippled across his body starting from his new hyper sensitive asshole. Lewis thought he was about to cum but the pleasure ended before the orgasmic feeling of climax occurred. It was awful, it felt good but entirely unsatisfying and Lewis fought the urge to finger his asshole to get the feeling to come back so he could continue to ride the wave of pleasure until the end. Lewis then hung his head in shame as the fart and humiliation washed over him.

"Aww don't be embarrassed Luma, its a natural bodily function but now for you it causes you extreme erotic pleasure!" Harvey cackled

"お前は怪物だ!" (You are a monster!) Lewis said almost breathless as he looked at Harvey who's grin widened.

"I know." Harvey replied as Lewis was swung around again so he was facing forward and to the audience his fat gut and tits wobbling as he was turned. "64,000 is a lot of money Luma but I know you want to go for the 128,000!" This time Harvey didn't even wait for a response as he grabbed and spun the wheel as Lewis tried to process the feelings coming from his anus.

"A purple mental change segment, we haven't had one of those for a while. Now let's see what's happening to that little brain of yours Luma." Harvey plucked a card from the back of the wheel and turned to the audience to read it. "Looks like you will be joining the rainbow crew as you become an insatiable gay slut who is constantly thinking about the biggest, thickest, smelliest cock and balls around! Oh a what a treat this change also comes with a bonus outfit! Aren't you lucky Luma!"

Lewis screamed as the platform glowed below him, he had already lost so much of himself as he tugged on his short fat legs to pull them away they burned with energy and forced him to stop trying to free himself just as he was blinded by white light again. Lewis's brain then started to feel strange and dizzy, he tried to think about how he would escape but as he did the thought of 10 inch bulge entered his mind, the thick veins running down it could be seen through the briefs, the deep rank smell of sweaty crotch wafted to him, the heavy balls pressed against the underwear, Lewis almost began to drool as all he wanted to do was pull down those briefs. Lewis shook his head violently to get rid of the thought and tried his hardest to focus but slowly the thoughts of huge cocks in need of deep throating, in need of bouncing on, in need of service entered his head and all he could do was whimper as his brain was tainted by the constantly horny thoughts and his asshole begging to be touched. Thankfully, his brain was distracted as his short obese body suddenly started to become clothed, bright coloured shoes and long socks appeared on his feet, glittery bracelets appeared on his wrists, while his underwear was covered by the smallest, pink hot pants he had ever seen leading nothing to the imagination. Lewis itched uncomfortable a rainbow sequin crop top appeared over his moobs but left his big belly exposed, then lastly a big heart shaped necklaced finished his new very homosexual outfit.

"Looking good Luma!" Harvey shouted and the audience joined in.

Lewis tried to focus but it was much harder now, cocks were now always on his brain and he now he found himself looking down at Harvey's and wondering about the taste. Lewis shouted in frustration but it just came out as a cute bimbo squeal.

"Looks like you are excited to continue let's turn that 128,000 into 256,000!" Harvey laughed as he spun the wheel.

"Excellent, back to my favourite once again. Random!" Harvey excited took the card from behind the wheel while Lewis tried to reason with him.

"どうか慈悲を。もうやめたい。そんなに残酷にならないで!" (Please have mercy. I want to stop. Please don't be so cruel!) Lewis begged but Harvey didn't listen.

"Oh I love this submission. Luma it seems you are going to be inked up as you get new tattoos fitting the new you!"

Lewis didn't even fight it this time as the platform glowed below him, he had lost so much, he wasn't sure he had anything left to risk what were a few tattoos going to do to an already humiliated, 5 foot tall, obese, Japanese gay slut with oversized hands and a hyper sensitive asshole. As the light flashed Lewis winced in pain as tiny needles pricked and stabbed his arms and legs and slowly dark ink started to appear all over them. At first Lewis thought they were just faces, faces of handsome men but then more of the tattoos started to appear. Lewis groaned as his arms and legs became covered with images of muscular biceps, heavy bouncing pecs and strong round glutes. Lewis could do nothing as his arms and legs became permanently painted with images of hot muscular men all with large bulges in their pants.

"Luma they look beautiful, I am sure it won't be long before you are back getting the rest of you body covered!" Harvey grinned. "Now with 256,000 in the bank you are just two spins away from the grand prize and I think you are going to RISK IT ALL! So let's spin the wheel!"

Lewis just looked at the wheel forlornly, he may be short, fat and gay and an entirely new race but with one more spin he could pay off his debt and with another he would be able to live comfortable, although his tingly asshole told him differently. He hated what he had become but in order to not have lost everything for nothing he needed to get the jackpot.

"For 512,000 its another red body part segment. Let's see what is going to change." Grabbing a card Harvey was almost salivating as he read it, his sadistic grin frightening Lewis more. "Oh this is lucky, to match your now insatiable horny nature you will have the plumpest, poutiest lips, perfect for pleasure!"

Lewis just moaned as tears pricked at his eyes as the platform glowed and flashed, immediately starting the tingle of change in his lips. At first, the change was almost flattering his upper lip softened and swelled into a graceful bow, while the lower lip grew plush and rounded, forming a thick, pouty shape so striking that many women might have envied it. The swelling continued, slow and insistent, pushing his lips outward until the pout became exaggerated, then absurd. Their edges grew glossy and heavy, bulging into oversized, overfilled cushions that dominated his face.

Lewis hated the way they felt and as he tried to speak he found it hard to do so. Each attempt to speak made them wobble and press clumsily together, his words smearing at the edges. "やめてください" (Please'th stop) His lips had become so large and pillowy that every “s” slipped into a wet “th,” making even simple words difficult to pronounce.

"Woah now that is a trout pout!" Harvey laughed "But with that I think you have enough money to repay all those nasty debts! But I don't think you want to stop there" Harvey then leaned in closer and started with a whisper "Now are you ready Luma for the jackpot." Before screaming "Will you RISK IT ALLLLLLLLL!?"

Lewis just wanted to cry, he had truly risked everything and had been given this freakish laughing stock of a body. The only light at the end of the tunnel was that his winning may help reverse some of the changes and help him live comfortably. With a sad nod Harvey spun the wheel for one final time.

"Looks like it's one last purple mental change for the road Luma. Now let's see what you risked before you get that final reward of 1,024,000!" Harvey's eyes then glowed an almost devilish colour as he read the final card, his false sympathy barely hiding his glee "Oh dear, it seems that IQ of yours is going to plummet as you lose 40 points of it. It seems now only the simplest of thoughts will run through that empty head of yours. It seems some of the more baser instincts are going to be the dominant voice in your head, bad luck Luma!"

"いやおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおお" (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) Lewis screamed as the platform glowed, his struggles useless as was with a flash his mind started to fuzz over. Lewis gritted his teeth and tried to hold on but he lost more and more control as he forgot his college education, everything to do with computers and any kind of critical thinking. However, the fuzz and fog still continued to take more and more from him, Lewis found it hard to think about his life up to this point, he forgot his schooling until he was left with just basic maths and vocabulary and any kind of complex thought vanished before it even started. Lewis knew it wasn't right, that he was smart, he was tall, he was Canadian but that all seemed so hard to process now instead it was much easier to accept he had always been Luma. The short, obese gay slut from Osaka who was addicted to sucking cock with his juicy fat lips and whose asshole need to be filled daily. Lewis found himself shut away as just a passenger, the old him trapped in a fog that would never clear and allow him control again, he was just short fat dumb Luma now.

"We have a winner folks, lets give it up for Luma!" Harvey cheered as Luma looked confused as he barely understood what was happening now. "Now come over here Luma and tell everyone what a Great time you had on RISK IT ALL!"

Luma waddled over as he stared up at the handsome man before looking at the camera and saying "ベイビー、あなたのペニスをしゃぶるのにいくらかかるの？(How much to suck your dick babe?)

"Now that's all we have time for this evening. Luma here risked it all and won big! You could be next, so if you want to be a winner you have to be willing to RISK IT ALLLLLLLLL. Good night everybody!" Harvey shouted as the camera's shut down and Luma was whisked away by some men in black suits as Harvey waved him off.

Lewis would forever try and wrestle back control from Luma but sadly he was never successful. The short fat man had the intelligence to pay off his debts but was no good at saving money, so every night he was at the club, his tiny chubby body dancing as he let any man he could find to fuck him and paid every man he could find to suck their cock. Wasting a fortune on pleasure, his mouth full of cum while Lewis screamed at the very back of his mind wishing he had never risked it all.

[wolfpackmag]

[suitedboycaged]

I discovered my submissiveness in yoga class. The headspace came out of no where. I just kept thinking… “be a good boy, you’re a faggot” …over and over again. It was nuts. I started to get hard. I wanted to stop going, but it felt wonderful. After the third class a stranger came up to me and said, “Hi. I go to a weekly naked yoga class. You should come, but I’d suggest you cage your cock first so you don’t embarrass yourself. You’ll probably end up in one anyway. The sooner you start, the better.”

I ended up going, but certainly didn’t wear a cage. I was one of the only ones. He smiled at me, pointed at my uncaged cock and shook his head. I ended up getting hard during class and the instructor stopped the session. He pointed me out and said, “This is why all faggots need to be caged in class.” He then gave me a temporary cage to wear. It was very embarrassing.

Anyway, that’s how I started my life of chastity.

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The Promotion

“I’m going right into Mr. Johnson’s office and i’m demanding a promotion”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Elijah?”

“I’m at my desk working 24/7, dude. I deserve to get paid way more”

“Last time someone asked for a raise, I never saw them again. He must have fired them or something”

“Well, that’s a chance I’m willing to take” Elijah stood at Mr. Johnson’s office door. He looked back at his coworker.

“The next time you see me, I won’t be working the same old boring desk job anymore. Trust me”

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KNOCK KNOCK

“Come in” Elijah could hear Mr. Johnson’s gravelly voice inviting him into his office.

Elijah opened the door to see Mr. Johnson sitting at his desk. His suit perfectly tailored to his slim 40 year old body. His legs were spread wide, accommodating for his big manly bulge. He ran is hands through his perfectly sculpted salt and peppered hair. He was the epitome of masculinity. He glared up at Elijah.

“Take a seat” he commanded.

Elijah swiftly closed the door behind him and sat across from his boss. It felt as if Mr. Johnson’s eyes pierced into his soul.

“So why are you in here today, Elijah?”

“Well, I’ve been working a lot recently and I think I deserve a promotion.”

“A promotion?” Mr. Johnson’s furrowed his brow.

“Yes, a promotion. I’ve been sitting at that same desk for years. I think it’s time for something new”

“Well” Mr. Johnson flipped through the papers in front of him. “I do have one available position. And it’ll get you away from that desk of yours”

“Yes! That’s perfect” Elijah tried to hide his excitement. Finally, he was getting out of the office. Away from his computer. Away from the monotony of his boring desk job. He’s finally getting the promotion he’s always dreamed of.

“I just have to ask you a couple of questions before you start.” Mr. Johnson stared directly at Elijah.

“Since you’re interested in this new position” Mr. Johnson grinned. “I imagine you love gross smells. You probably don’t mind your body hair reeking of sweat by the end of the day, right?”

“Em, I... I don’t understand.” Body hair? Gross smells? Elijah was confused. Elijah was hairless. He was a 21 year old and couldn’t even grow a beard. He had no hair on his chest. No hair on his arms. Nothing. He had always been insecure about his lack of body hair. And who the hell likes ‘gross smells’? And what the hell does that have to do with working in finance anyway? What a weird question. Elijah was able to shrug it off.

“You’re hairy and love gross smells?” Mr. Johnson asked again. But this time, he was firmer. More deliberate.

“No, I’m not. I don’t know what you’re talki-“

“You’re hairy and love gross smells” Mr. Johnson stated. This time it wasn’t a question. His tone was direct. It was confident. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in his voice.

“I’m hairy and love gross smells” Elijah felt the words slip out of his mouth. Elijah sounded so sincere. He said it so truthfully, as if he really believed it. And that’s because he did. Elijah rubbed his hairy arms and smiled.

“I love gross smells. Smelly farts, stinky underwear, sweaty armpits, I love it all. I shouldn’t tell you this but... every time I sense a fart coming, I shove my hand down the back of my pants and fart onto my hand. Then I just rub my smelly hand all over myself. I love stink. I can’t get enough of it” Elijah confessed as he played with the chest hair poking out from his shirt. It felt good to be so honest with someone.

“In order to fill this position, you have to be pretty strong” Mr. Johnson smiled at Elijah. “You’re quite big, Elijah. You even have a gut, don’t you?”

“Um, no... I’m quite skinny” Elijah laughed nervously. What was his boss talking about? Elijah was small both in frame and stature. He was barely even 5’8 and he was very skinny. Not even the lean kind of skinny. He had a flat hairy stomach. Thin hairy arms. Small biceps. Small hairy legs. That’s how he had always been. Mr. Johnson must have been thinking about someone else.

“You’re fat and muscular, right?” Mr. Johnson questioned.

“No. You’re thinking of the wrong per-“

“You’re fat and muscular” Mr. Johnston stated.

“I’m fat and muscular.” Elijah smiled at his boss as he adjusted his large body on the tiny chair. His 6’4 stature and muscular frame had always caused this problem. But when you’re as fat and as muscular as Elijah was, this kind of stuff always happened. But Elijah had always been this way, so he was used to it.

“Yeah. I’m fat and muscular” Elijah flexed for his boss.

As Elijah showed off his big hairy muscular body to his boss, he realised that his shirt was undone. Most of the shirt’s buttons were lying on the floor... as if his shirt had just... burst open. How did that happen? The shirt he was wearing was an extra small. Why would a big masculine man like him be wearing such a small shirt? Elijah only wore extra large shirts. No other shirt could cover his big fat muscular body.

“Well, Elijah. I doubt a younger man would be interested in this position” Mr. Johnson smirked. “So, I say you’re around 34? Is that correct?”

Elijah was desperately trying to button what was left of his shirt. But his big fat beer belly was getting in the way.

“No, I’m only 21. I’m still quite youn-“

“You’re 34.”

“I’m 34.” Elijah enjoyed his 20’s but he was happy to be in his 30’s. He didn’t yearn for the past. He‘s a lot smarter now. Especially since he was able to go back to college in his late 20’s. With each year, he grew wiser. Elijah was a clever man. Fit for any job.

“So because you’re interested in this position, I don’t imagine you’re too smart, huh?”

“That’s definitely not true. I have a degree in finance“

“So, you’re dumb?”

“No, not at all. I’m actually quite well educat-“

“You’re dumb”

Elijah vacantly chucked as he scratched his empty head. “Huhuhu, I guess I am pretty dumb, aren’t I?”

Elijah knew he wasn’t the smartest. He dropped out of high school when he was younger. He was never interested in college. Was never interested in learning. He just didn’t have the brain capacity for it. But that’s just life. No point in trying to change it.

“So that’s all the questions I have for you, Elijah. I think you’re perfect for the position”

“I guess I am BURRRRRPPPP” Elijah’s dumb chuckle was cut off by a gross smelly burp.

“You’re perfect for the construction worker position. I’m sure you’ll do a great job building the extension to our building”

“Definitely will, Mr. Bossman.” Elijah’s hulking frame jumped up from the chair, his beer gut jiggling.

Elijah tore off the constricting shirt and lifted up his huge arms, showing off his sweaty pits. He buried his nose deep into his smelly armpit, took a sniff and then let out a long sigh.

“Damn that’s the stuff”

“Now get to work, Elijah. That extension isn’t going to build itself.”

Elijah dumbly chuckled and started walking towards the exit. His big massive size 12 feet stomping on the carpet. The construction worker opened the door and looked back at his boss.

“One last thing, Mr. Bossman”

PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

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And so, Elijah continued his life as a dumb smelly construction worker. Obsessed with his own stink. Constantly farting around coworkers. Constantly burping into people’s faces. Constantly skipping showers. Elijah loved his life. He loved being the way he had always been, just a dumb gross smelly construction worker.

But Elijah got what he wanted. Elijah will never have to work a boring desk job ever again...

(Story inspired by @dumb-and-jocked’s Like Father, Like Son. Go check it out)

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Don’t Forget Your Costume…

Overdue Halloween special + 2000 follower special

I flick my cigarette onto the empty driveway and squish it beneath my foot. Pulsing coloured lights from within the house briefly light up the slender garden, creating a multicoloured path to the front door. The music sounds muffled, but its definitely audible. It wouldn’t surprise me if neighbours complain. This is a culdesac after all. Police might even show up. Wouldn’t be a Stefan Party without that, would it?

I knock on the thick wooden door and wait. No answer. I can hear people inside. Chattering. Can see them through the garden windows too. I knock again, this time harder than before.

“Miles?!” A voice yells from behind me, laughing. “You’re late too! Thank God.”

It’s Wyatt. The only other person I know at this party, apart form Stefan anyway. Me, Wyatt and Stefan go way back. Well, five years back, but that’s relatively long considering. I mean, I’ve only lived in Brooktane for five years. I don’t know many people apart from those in our course. That’s where I met these two idiots. We both study business at Brooktane University. We sat beside each other the first day of college. Then, boom. Here we are.

“I texted you before I got here. Where were you?” I call as he makes his way down the garden trail.

“I had to run and go get a stupid costume from that Halloween pop-up shop beside Archie’s Pizzeria. You know the one.” He walks past me and smacks the door loudly, never breaking eye contact.

“You ran all the way downtown for a costume?” I laugh. “I didn’t even bother bringing one.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Wyatt looks me up and down. “Stefan said it was a costume party. He said we have to wear costumes.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I dismiss my best friend. “What’d you end up going for?”

“It was slim pickens down there, dude.” He acts like he’s about to profess something bad. “Turns out looking for a costume on Halloween isn’t going to give you the best choices”

‘So…” I smile, ready for the big reveal.

Wyatt takes out a plastic packet with neatly folded clothes in it.

“ARABIAN PRINCE” it read.

I laugh and clap my hands.

“Shut up.” He laughs and smacks my shoulder. “It was the only one they had left.”

“A white boy dressing as an Arabian Prince...” I take the packet from his hands, laughing at the costume up close. “It’s a bit problematic, I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’ll make sure not to be in any photos.” He snatches the costume back. He smiles. “This could be a career ruining party for me.”

“Cut to you in ten years being cancelled.” I grin, turning towards the door. “You’ll be forced to live off the grid as a farmer or some shit.”

The chattering from inside grows infinitely louder as the door swings open. We’re both met with a grinning drunk Stefan.

“Wyatt! Miles!” Stefan throws his arms open, spilling his half empty beer on the floor. “Make yourself at-“

Stefan stops mid sentence and stares at us, as if it had taken this long for his brain to catch up to his sight.

“No costumes?” Stefan furrows his brow angrily. “What part of costume party do you not understand?”

“I got a costume, dude. I just bought it. It’s still in this thing.” Wyatt holds up the plastic packaging with the career ruining clothing inside.

“Ah, that’s my man. Never let the Stefan down. You ain’t gonna like letting me down, lemme tell you.” Stefan slurs. “You can use the bathroom under the stairs to put it on. Or just strip naked in front of everyone, I’m sure someone in that crowd would enjoy it.”

Wyatt makes his way past Stefan and slips into the overcrowded hallway full of every type of costume you could imagine. Vampires. Genies. Werewolves. And you’d expect, a lot of superheroes. Though, one by the window is particularly bad, which does arouse some amusement. It’s mostly what you’d expect from a halloween costume party. “You got one too then?” Stefan gestures towards me.

I shrug. “Sorry man. Was busy. Didn’t have time to get one.”

“No dude. That’s not okay. You gotta be wearin’ one by midnight, man. It’s already 11.30.” He throws his head back in frustration. “Listen. Come with me. I’ll get you sorted out. You owe me.”

“Nah, man. That’s alright-“

“Come with me.” Stefan grabs me by the arm, taking me into the overly Halloweeny decorated house. Too decorated for a college student in his mid-20s. He must have a real hard on for Halloween, cause this is a lot. Fake cobwebs. An old smoke machine, coughing out whatever air it could muster up. Pumpkins taking up valuable space where people could be sitting.

He drags me past a blue genie and a caveman downing shots together. We hop up the stairs and into a secluded bedroom. I stare at Stefan, who is now arms deep in his closet, sifting through piles of dirty clothing which had clumped up on the closet floor.

“Here we go.” He holds what could barely even be considered costumes. He lays the three of them on the bed. “Always gotta keep spares. Since people always seem to forget…” He glares at me.

I stare at the costumes. Half in amusement. Half in dread. Am I actually going to have to wear one of these? I consider my options:

(1) A cowboy. That doesn’t sound too bad, right? But you’re wrong. Not just any cowboy. A slutty cowboy. Ah yes, Stefan couldn’t just lend a nice costume with lots of coverage. He needed to embarrass the people who forget their costumes, or like me, didn’t bother to get one. I feel like he’s enjoying this. The outfit is barely even an outfit. An outfit implies there’s actual clothing. Not this costume. Oh boy, it’s just a cowboy hat, a handkerchief, cowboy boots and a fringe thong. Could it get any worse than this?

(2) Apparently yes. This one is a dog. A god damn leather dog. Completed with a dog mask, a thick leather collar, skimpy pants with a zip in the ass area and a tail (which I’m pretty sure is a butt plug). This one is objectively more embarrassing, I’ll give him that. And it’s on that note than I rule this costume out. Begone leather pup.

(3) The final costume (if you can even call it that) was a maid costume. Yep, that’s right. A slutty maid costume. Like the ones you’d see for women… but in this case, I was expected to adorn a cropped skirt and a cleavage line which extenuates my chest. This ranks pretty high on the embarrassment scale. Is it leather pup high, no. But it’s no lower than a sexy cowboy.

I stare at the ‘costumes’ blankly. Stefan must be into some weird shit. Though, if I’m gonna be immortalised in people’s Instagram posts tonight, I sure as hell ain’t getting pictured in a maid costume or a pup… thing. I swallow my pride and point to the slutty cowboy.

“Ah, the cowboy. Yeah that’s a good one, man.” He gathers the pup and the maid and throws them back in his closet. “You’re gonna be popular tonight, my dude.”

I space out, still attempting to accept my fate as a half dressed cowboy. Stefan dances to the muffled music downstairs, as he heads towards the door. “It’s ten minutes until midnight, so I’ll let you get that costume on, man.”

“I’ll go check on our white Arabian prince downstairs.” He giggles. “Am I the only one who finds that a bit problematic?” I stare at him in resentment for making me wear this thing.

“No? Okay” He closes the door behind him.

I slip on the outfit. It barely fits. The thong is made for someone twice my size. It slips down my thighs every chance it gets. The cowboy boots are a size 13. Five sizes bigger than my feet. I feel like a son trying on his dad’s boots. At least the handkerchief fits… right? My completely average body is on full display for everyone to see. I don’t look like a sexy cowboy. Just one that had its clothes stolen. I look at the clock

11.59

Wow. Midnight already. I should go find Wyatt. See how he’s getting one. His Arabian prince outfit might be stupid, but at least it probably fits. I’ll even hazard a guess and say he looks ten times less ridiculous than I do- AGHHHH.

12.00

What the fuck was that? A green flash? The entire room… it just flashed green. As if a green thunder bolt had shot through the house. It felt like my entire body was just… zapped. I feel all tingly and shit. Like a fuzziness all over my skin. I repeatedly tap my fingers together, my skin feeling particularly soft. I hear a cacophony of unintelligible sounds erupt downstairs. So they saw it too? At least I’m not going crazy. I don’t think…

“Fuck! What’s happening to us, man?!” A man shouts downstairs. His voice sticking out among the frantic yelling. “I can’t think… I can’t… I can… I CAN SAVE YOU HELPLESS CITIZEN!”

What is going on down there? And what the fuck is that guy on? His voice… it changed from high pitched terror to unwavering confidence in a matter of seconds. It’s… disturbing. I know I should check it out… but it doesn’t sound good. Part of me is afraid. A large part, in fact. First a green flash. Then screaming. Now, this man. His voice.

I stand alone in Stefan’s room, listening to the chaos downstairs. It suddenly dawns on me that, while all this is going down, I am standing up here in a cowboy costume which barely covers me. Speaking of the outfit, it feels uncomfortable. I don’t remember it feeling this bad when I put it on. It feels like its squeezing me. In fact… I’m not holding up my thong anymore… actually… it feels really tight.

I feel an itchiness fill my bum cheek. I absentmindedly reach down to scratch my ass, but as I do… my hand… it sinks into a soft round cheek. My hand recoils in shock. I crane my neck over my shoulder and let out a terror-filled scream. My ass… it’s massive! So big that it filled in the XL costume’s thong. I look at myself in Stefan’s bedroom mirror.

“Holy shit…” I mutter.

This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. There’s no way. My ass… I look like I have two wobbling beach balls for ass cheeks. I take a step closer, my ass cheeks bounce. They feel so restricted. It’s like my ass is being held captive by my skimpy thong. It feels like it’s gonna burst open, displaying my new fuckable hole to the world. This is the kind of ass you’d see in porns. Porns where the guy can’t step outside his house without some guy ripping his pants open and slipping his cock between the bouncy cheeks. My costume doesn’t cover my new curvaceous figure at all.

Now that I’m looking at myself, my muscles seem huge. It’s not just my ass cheeks which grew, it was all of me. These biceps are as big as footballs. They’re the kind of biceps you’d see on a high school jock. Not me. I don’t even go to the gym. My veins are pronounced, drawing attention to my new arms. My neck looks strange too. It’s almost thicker than my head. I look so different. Sharp jawline. Thick brow. I can’t stop breathing through my mouth either. I look like a fucking meathead.

My legs are also bigger. Proportionately big, but that doesn’t say much. I mean, my ass cheeks look like they came from a guy who had gotten ass implants or some shit. Though they’re proportionate, they’re still huge. Speaking of huge, my chest underwent some changes too. And by some, I mean a lot. My pecs used to be non-existent. But now, they jut out from my body. I’m built like a shelf. These pecs have a mind of their own too. Jiggling at every movement. Bouncing with every step. They feel remarkably soft. My hand just sinks into them, fat seeping through my fingers. My nipples look larger too, like pegs. God, this is embarrassing. Imagine what people will say about these big boys. Imagine what Wyatt would say… Wyatt. Where is he? I should go find him. See if he’s okay.

I tear my eyes away from my new self. I don’t see how it could get much worse than this. And if everything appears like it sounds, I don’t think I’m the only one whose undergone changes. I stumble to the door, adjusting to my new size. I put my new large hand on the door’s handle and throw the door open. Not used to this new strength. I breath in deeply. This is gonna be humiliating… but here we go. I take my first step down the stairs.

The crowds of people in the hall and living room remain. Though, it’s noticeably more hectic. It’s definitely clear I wasn’t the only one who changed. The superhero I saw earlier was no longer in a corny spandex costume, but rather, he now adorned the kind of thick superhero suit you’d see in a Marvel movie. The genie looks like he’s changed too. His skin altered to a crystal blue. It shimmered beneath the flashing dance floor lights. He had lost the entire bottom half of his body. It was now just smoke, trailing from a golden lamp on the ground. People surrounded him. I’m guessing for wishes. This is so bizarre.

I step down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. I glance at the transformations. A man, who must have been dressed as a stripper, is now humping the stairs I came down. I think I recognise him from college too… pretty sure he was a straight dude. God, that’s humiliating. I walk further down the hallway, passing every kind of costume you can imagine. A caveman. Wizards. Witches. Vampires. A clown. A strongman.

I continue my journey down the crowded hallway, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Suddenly, my journey is stopped by a massive brute blocking my way. He faces away from me. I stare at his back, contemplating my options. What even is he dressed as? I can’t tell from behind. All I can tell is, he’s massive. My new body must be around 6’0 and even he’s two heads taller than me. His width must be the same as the door. I mean, it’s the same as this damn hallway. I hesitantly reach up and tap him on the shoulder.

“Can ah git by ya thair, partner?” I cover my mouth, humiliated by my own voice. I sound insane. Like a cowboy. A cartoon cowboy. No one fucking talks like this. God dammit, this night just keeps getting worse and worse.

The hulking figure slowly turns around, his massive feet stomping on the wooden floor. He faces me and peers down at me.

He looks familiar. I can’t quite place my finger on it. He’s of Arab descent, I’d say. His skin is dark and tanned. His nose is wide, taking up a good portion of his face. His brow is striking too. It’s thick and pronounced. He looks like one of those cavemen you’d see in a cartoon. His forehead sticks out, giving him a brutish appearance. He does like familiar. In a weird way. Actually, he kinds reminds me of Wyatt. Well, if Wyatt was a 6’5 giant Arab beast… hold on… what was Wyatt dressed up as again… fuck dude. Not Wyatt.

“Wyatt? Is that you?” My voice sounds exaggeratedly southern and it sounds even more ridiculous coming out of a cowboy with this huge body of mine “What ‘appened to ya, partner?”

The white boy turned Arabian hunk growls. It’s weird seeing Wyatt so hairy. Well, seeing Wyatt regress into a primitive Arab man is weird too. The whole situation is weird. I’m barely even used to my new body. So, I think it’s gonna take a while to get used to seeing Wyatt like this. I see his a thick bush of hair sprout from underneath his armpit. It plasters to his skin, completely soaked in sweat. I scrunch my nose as Arab Wyatt’s sweat invades my nostrils. It’s a hot foul stench. The kind which stings the eyes.

“Who is you?” The Arab beast looks me up and down. “You cow… you man cow.”

His speech is broken. Doesn’t sound much like Wyatt, but then, why would it? The curse must have taken away his voice, same as it did mine. Though while I got a ridiculously exaggerated southern drawl, he got broken English. It sounds like English isn’t his first language anymore.

“It’s me, Partner!” I plead to my old friend. I can see he doesn’t recognise me. His stare is blank, but pitiless. As if there is nothing in that brain of his. No complex thought. No worries. Just power and domination.

“In my country, cow is very good.” He huffs through his nose. “You are money. Property. I trade you.”

“I’m no cow, partner.” I clarify again. I don’t think he’s getting it. It’s the language barrier, I think. I don’t think he’s getting it. “Iah am a cowboy. Not a cow.”

“Udders… cow’s udders need milking.” He grunts, his gaze fixed on my pecs. I look down. My pecs seemed substantially bigger than before. I assume the transformation hasn’t stopped yet. Though, they do feel especially heavy. They’re weighing me down more than before. It’s weird. But I’ve learned to stop questioning things tonight.

“Nah, partner.” I deny. “Ma chest iss just big.”

“Milk…” He grunts, licking his new Arab lips. His gaze remains on my chest. He reaches out and cups his meaty paw around my pec. He squeezes and a pleasureful moan escapes my mouth. His grasp makes my chest tingle with pleasure. Like an orgasm around my nipple.

“See…” He exhales hot breath from his nose in amusement. “Nothing more than cow.”

I look down to see a shocking sight. As the Arab beast squeezes my pec, a drop of white liquid leaks from my nipple. It’s a sight I didn’t think I’d see today. Me. My pecs. Leaking, what I assume is milk. Like the beast said...

“You walk around me, pretend you man. But you nothing more than property.” He growls and squeezes my pec, causing a stream of milk to shoot down my chest. “No cow be without owner. You need be claimed.”

“No, Wyatt!” I moan through the pleasure of his meaty hand on my nipple. “I’m a man. A cowboy. Not a… cow!”

“Name is Amaad! No disrespect Arab prince, cow.” He slaps my breast, causing them both to jiggle in pleasure.

“No… no Amaad!” I stare down, watching my nipples leak milk all over the floor. “I’m… I’m a person!”

“Cow has dream of being man.” Amaad laughs deeply, causing the walls to shake. “But he never be man. He always be object for me to stick brown cock. He always be object for friends to milk day long.”

I take a step backwards, attempting an escape. But the hulk grabs me.

“I claim you” He grunts, grabbing both of my tits and squeezing them. Milk drips down my body as I scream in pleasure. “I MILKING COW, ISN’T THAT RIGHT? I MILKING MY COW?”

I scream in pleasure. I know people are watching us. I know I’m being humiliated in front of everyone. I know they’re looking at a man becoming a cow. But I don’t care. The pleasure is too powerful. It’s all consuming.

“Amaad!” My moans fill the halls. “St- stop Ahmaad!”

“SAY YOU ARE NOTHING BUT DUMB COW!” Ahmaad yells at me, milking me more intensely. Pulling on my nipples in a rhythmic motion.

“Amaad! I- I shouldn’t. I’m a man! I’m a-!” I scream.

“SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS MILK SLUT!” Ahmaad bends down and latches his lips around my nipple. Sucking the milk out of me. I feel my brains slip down into my chest and become milk. Milk that master Amaad drinks. Milk that master owns.

“I… I…” I hesitate, my whole body filling with intense pleasure. It’s impossible to think. What’s happening.

Ahmaad unlatches himself from my wet peg nipples and yells. “SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS COW!”

“I AM A COW!” I scream in unbearable pleasure. “I AM NOTHING BUT A COW. PROPERTY TO BE OWNED AND TRADED. I AM THE DUMBEST MOST EMPTY HEADED COW. AND YOU OWN ME!”

My cock is on the verge of cumming everywhere. I can’t hold it back. I haven’t even touched it. But I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum all over my owner.

“Say my name…” Ahmaad grabs hold of my nipples one last time.

“AHMAA-” I yell as master begins to pull on my nipple. “AHMA-“

“Say it…” He whispers.

“AHM… AHM” I scream.

Ahmaad gives one last tug, my nipple encased in his meaty paw. My udders get pulled by master and my cock shoots everywhere. Without thought, I try scream his name, cumming out all my brains… but only one thing emerges.

“Ah… Ah… MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

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And so, Stefan’s Halloween costume party is going just as planned.

The warlock always knew how to throw a good Halloween party. Turn people into their costumes. It was a cliche among the Brooktane warlock community, but it was a classic. It seems like everyone is enjoying themselves.

Although Stefan doesn’t realise it yet, the spell he cursed the house with is permanent. How is he going to explain all these these superheroes, monsters and stereotypes running around Brooktane’s streets tomorrow morning.

Stefan is going to have a lot of explaining to do. Especially when students start asking what happened to his classmates, Marcus and Wyatt. Will he tell them the truth? That Ahmaad booked a flight back to his home country in the Middle East. And as for Marcus… well… Marcus is now just a mindless cow on Ahmaad’s farm… do you think he will tell them?

Nah, neither do I…

[houseboys-instructionsii]

Woof 🐶

[suitedboycaged]

He told me if I was serious about being his submissive to get on my knees and take a selfie with my underwear in my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I said, “If I was serious? I let you cage my cock and put a collar around my neck. I think I’ve demonstrated my commitment. I let you turn me into a faggot.”

He started laughing and said, “You are a faggot. I’m just making you live like one. We both know you’re going to do what I asked, so do it. Every day needs to be a step down for you faggots. That’s the only way you feel alive. You’re generally a good boy, but don’t try my patience. Do as you’re told.”

I heard him, processed what he said, and then like we both knew I would, did as he asked. He wasn’t wrong. I am a faggot. It’s wonderful.