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To convince the orcs to join you, you must defeat the leader in a hot wing eating contest
For elves its a three month long poetry slam, for dwarves its a drinking contest, for goblins you just run off into the wilderness and whoever comes back with the coolest thing wins
New Dropouts
Michael, Ted, Trisha, and Adam were four college juniors. Trisha, a 21 year old nerdy blonde, sat in the passenger seat. Michael, a 22 year old Japanese immigrant, sat in the driver's seat. The other two sat awkwardly in the back. Adam was 20 but looked like he could've been 16, he had red hair and speckled acne prone skin. Ted was also 21 like Trisha, but he felt like the parent of the group. Constantly keeping them in check and making sure they didnt do anything dumb. Ted had a thing for Michael but Michael was too dense to see it.
The four were inseparable but they could definitely be a little awkward at times. At heart they were theatre kids, that's why they were on their way to Chicago to see a production of Hadestown. If they could they would've been theatre majors but life had others plans for them. You see, none of them had the looks nor talent to be in the highly competitive theatre world.
They sat quietly as Hamilton played in the background. They had been on the road for a few hours, taking a few rest stops down the road.
Staring off into the desolate rural road, Trisha's sleepy eyes caught glimpse of a shadowy figure stepping out on to the road. As she focused more she realized that it was actually four shadowy figures.
In a panic she shouted at Michael.
"MICHAEL WATCHOUT"
Her voice rung out in the ears of everyone in the car, waking everyone up. As she shouted Michael swerved off the street into a tree, the shadowy figures passing through the car like smoke.
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The four suddenly jolted awake, they were now parked at the pump of a gastation in an urban area. They all sat in silence, confused, shocked, panting.
"... What just happened?"
Adam said, his voice shaking.
"I- ... I don't know."
Michael responded staring off through the windshield at the bumbling city street.
"Is everyone okay?"
Ted questioned as he leaned foward to look at Trisha and Michael. More directed at Michael.
They exchanged yeahs as Michael noticed the gas tank was nearly empty. As he saw the gauge it was like a switch had gone off in his brain, completely forgetting about the weird encounter they just had.
"I'll be right back guys! Gotta fill the tank."
The other three sat in car confused. For some reason they were now forgetting why they were all so upset. They just sat silent for a few minutes. The driver's side door was slightly open because Michael didn't close it all the way, a steady beeping along with the slight city ambience were the only things audible to them.
Ted felt obligated to break the silence between the three of them. "God I cant wait to play tonight."
The other two muttered in agreeance. Michael finally got back in the car and started it up.
"Alright guys, this new venue wants us to get there like an hour earlier so we need to get there asap, we're already 30 minutes behind schedule." Michael said with a sort of directness and confidence that he never had. They all nodded. Michael took a deep breath as he continued on the road. The smell of weed overpowered his senses.
"Ugh- guys I told you not to smoke too much, I dont want to get a secondhand high while I'm driving." Michael said sternly as he put down all the windows in the car by an inch or two.
"Sorry Mikey, we'll be more careful" a high male voice said from the passenger seat. Michael looked over to see a blonde guy with long hair smoking from a pen, he blew it out the window and passed it back to Ted.
Ted took a hit and blew it out the window like Trisha Tristan. Ted handed the pen to Adam to continue the circle.
Adam felt confused but he didnt question it. He took the pen as he realized that Ted seemed to have lost a few inches of height as well as a few pounds of fat. His brown eyes had darkened further and his hair became lighter and longer.
Adam took a hit from the pen, it felt like the right thing to do. Blowing it out the window like it was muscle memory. He blurrily looked over at Ted as his body seemed to morph into a more defined one. Ted's clothes also morphed into a more punky look, piercings and a necklace adorning his body. Adam felt himself start to get a little horny as Ted brushed his long blonde hair back.
I'm too high for this
Adam thought as he stared into the window. Looking out at the city streets. All of a sudden he felt cold, like his shirt had suddenly disappeared. His eyes refocused as he saw his own reflection in the window. He was a little taller now, his skin and hair darker. He stared at himself with awe as his face reconstructed into a much more handsome version of himself, but Asian. No- not just Asian, filipino. Of course how could he forget his own heritage.
He ran his hand down his body slightly inflated with muscle, he also felt his body hair receded into his body, giving him a nice twunkish figure.
"Stop getting lost in yourself and hand me the pen pretty boy" a deep voice said. It was Tris-... tan. Tristan.
"Sorry" Adam said as he handed the pen up towards the front, suprised by how raspy his voice was. A big dark hand reached backwards at Adam as he handed the pen to it.
In the front Tristan had taken another hit. As he did his body shot up a few inches and his face redefined itself. Looking a tad more indigenous. His nose broadened and his jaw became more square. Stretching in the limited space, his shoulders cracked as they grew broader. He was much more muscular than both Adam and Ted combined. He swiped his now dark long hair out of his face as he took another hit. He could feel his leather pants get tighter as his bulge twitched longer.
He blew the smoke into Michael's face while he was driving. As he did that Michael's face became more handsome. His hair styled itself as his jaw became more defined. Michael tried to keep steady on the road as he felt a large hand fall onto his thigh.
He glanced over at Tristan and smiled his charming smile as his thighs grew longer, thicker, more muscular.
"Babe you gotta wait til later."
"I know I know, but it's hard to not think about your giant dick when you're shirtless."
Michael suddenly felt the breeze coming in through the windows, glancing down for a second. His shirt was gone, replaced with two slabs of muscle and a defined set of abs. He felt his member rub against the black denim of his pants, begging for release. As the leader of the group, it was only fitting that he was the biggest. In both height, reaching an impressive 6'8" and penis size at a whopping 13 inches soft.
They finally arrived as they unloaded all their gear and got backstage. Like always they were a hit. The four had successfully become not only the best bandmates but also the best lovers.
// Thanks @misterbostlov for the story suggestion!
Thank you for bringing it to life!! I knew you would deliver a wonderful piece!
“Nico had summoned the dead with Coke and cheeseburgers.”
My return?
Hey guys! Thank you for your patience and also welcome to my new followers! This is the start of my return, though I won't post stories anytime soon, I'll definitely be there on the chat if you guys feel like sharing stuff with me! I'm still figuring how to take times to write more stories with my busy life schedule, but I'm working on it!
So I'll ask you guys to be a bit more patient with me, I'll be back eventually.
I love you all so much!
Good news!
Nope, it's not a story! But I've checked on my blog and only four of my posts are being flagged and reviewed as I write this post. So chances are I'll be able to keep on posting my stories here if I want to keep on being active.
Now, to talk about new stories...
I have written two already, I'm just waiting to have some time to do some rewriting and finding the best pictures for them. They are both requests, so no original for now. But I plan on working on some quite soon for a small project involving music that I had started before taking a break in which I asked some friends about their favorite songs. Yes, they will be transformative stories like I love to write them, don't worry ;)
I'm not giving up on this blog just yet, and I thank you all for your patience with me, you know I love you all <3
Come back!?!
Hey everyone! I'm so sorry for being gone for so long, but here's some good news!! I will slowly, but surely, come back here more often and post more stories! I will try to do the request I already have and also move on to my new project :)
So stay tuned, tf friends, I'll be back some time in November :)
Little break
Hello everyone, as you might have seen, I haven’t been much active these past few days, but do not worry, life has just found a way to make as busy as a bee! I’ll return eventually with new stories :)
I thank you all in advance for your patience until my return, I love you all! <3
I only gave you a cowboy hat! How did you derail this so badly?!?
-The DM, shortly before the PC’s all gained southern accents.
@southern-god1, thought you might enjoy this one ;)
If you're a creator and you needed to hear this today:
You have no idea how many people lurk on your work. No idea how many times people go back to revisit your work. How big they smile when they simply think about your work. How fast their heart beats, how excited they get when they see that you posted something.
People are shy with their feedback. Sometimes it’s because they’re simply shy. Other times it’s because they assume you already know how great and talented you are. Could be both.
My point is, even if you barely have any likes or reblogs, don’t get discouraged. You have a lot of silent fans, but they are still your fans. Keep on creating. Because there is always someone out there who will love what you have made.
This is very pure
Room For 2
“Hello and welcome to my shop! I’m the owner, nice to meet you, I’m Grant. Before you ask, yes I have multiple stores all around the globe and yes they all just have me in there. Yes it’s magic. No I’m not afraid people will find out, cause the store selects it’s patrons. Now feel free to wander around, chosen one!” The quirky storeowner winks at you and rests back against the wall. A faint dark glow oozes of his pale skin and it looks like he’s mentally going in standby (if a person could do that). You walk around the shop and look at all the artefacts. A map to what looks like Atlantis, a funky looking piece of cake, a banana, it’s all here. Beautifully made shelves house even more precious artefacts, and they’re all at your disposal. The fabled shop isn’t available for the normal bloke, like the owner said. It’s only there for those who are accepted by the store. Nobody knows how the store selects, but those who are selected are among the lucky >1% that have gone in there. You can find it all, you just have to look for it and be prepared to pay for it. The cost’s (almost) never money, a lot of the patrons never even found out what they payed. Seemingly free and very exclusive, almost too good to be true! But now you’ve made it. You of all people have the chance to change your life! And there’s endless choices! The usual perfume store that has this spot in the mall definitely doesn’t stretch so far that you can’t see the back, but with this amount of choices, you feel like the store could loop around the planet! And you’re the only one in here!!
“How’s it going?” You hear. You look around but there’s nobody in sight. “Up here, sweetheart.” Your eyes wander over the top of the shelves and you see the clerk, laying on top of the “Behaviour-Animals-Dogs” shelf like the Cheshire Cat. “Uhhh yeah sure…” you mutter. “If you need anything…” Grant says before soundlessly imploding in a cloud of smoke. “Just ask me…” you hear someone or something whisper in your ear. You look back at the entrance of the store where Grant’s just leaning back, he notices you look and he waves before tending to a small dragon laying in front of him. You walk a good 100 meters until you’ve reached the shelf you’ve been wanting to find since you’ve heard of this establishment. “Transformations-Celebrities-Actors” is scribbled with golden letters on a mahogany sign. This shelf is different though. Instead of the usual pills and potions, this one has a lot of miniature celebs, all nude and toying around with each other. Chris Evans is making out with Kit Harrington while getting bred by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. It’s a spectacular sight to behold, and that’s only one of the 4 playpens. There’s permanent transformations and temporary ones, both available as body and mind or just body. You mutter “So this will make me coexist with them. I wonder where the-“ “Possessions are 5 shelves down, to the right. Same concept but a little different.” Grant says, remaining invisible to your sight. You make a mental note that you probably can’t shoplift since Grant seems to be everywhere, but then why would you need to shoplift from a free store?
You count the shelves and arrive at more playpens, but these look different. Instead of fucking, these celebs start posing when they see you, each one hoping to be picked first. You rub Chris Pratt’s cock, forcing a high pitched moan out of the 3 inch tall lad. All the others sprint towards your hand and they start rubbing themselves against you, a few brave ones climbing on top of it and running towards your face to try and make out with you. You shake your arm above the pen, making sure they all let go and fall back into the pen. Mini Joe Manganiello falls down past the barrier and when he almost hits the floor, he evaporates. When you look back into the pen you see that all the others have cum and the cum is compiling in the middle. It starts to rise and shudder, forming slowly into the exact same Joe doll that just disappeared. “Try to be a tad more careful with them. They’re sensitive.” Grant walks by, pushing a cart before him that’s holding the same dragon as before, only 10 times bigger and dripping precum. You look back at the pen and all the celebs are standing completely straight, anxiously awaiting your decision. You don’t even have to think about this decision, the fact that you were going to be grabbing Chris Wood was obvious to you. Mini Chris screamed in excitement while the others went back into their original military pose.
You walk around the corner, already dreading the long walk backwards, but when you turn around the corner of the shelf you’re back in the foyer. “So… that’s the one?” Grant says, ordering some books. “Yep!” You say, Chris cumming in your hand as a reaction to your confirmation. This surprises you and you accidentally throw him somewhere to the back of the store. “Ugh not again. We’ll go look for him in a bit Sir. I just need you to sign this so you legally possess the possession doll.” Grant hits a few buttons on the computer before him and suddenly a contract appears out of thin air. You briefly skim it and sign it. “Great! So let’s go find Chris, eh? I think he fell on a “Body Alterations” shelf, you go look over there and I’ll go look in the “Inanimate” section. Just yell, moan or talk when you got him, okay?” You walk towards the shelf where Grant thinks Chris flew off to, luckily the store always changes so it was not even 20 feet away. Grant meanwhile poofed away to his own isle. You find it kinda weird and a little spooky how he can sense anything in his store, so the sooner you find Chris and possess the real one, the sooner you can get out. You look around a bit until you see a small and unconscious Chris Wood floating in a turquoise solution on the floor. The label on the bottle that was shattered is sadly not readable anymore. You decide to test something and you moan softly like a bitch in heat. “You rang?” You hear from above. Grant’s back again on top of the 15 ft high shelf, laughing at the very “manly” moan you just did. “Oh great. It’s broken.” Grant snaps his fingers and Chris goes back into your hand, a little moist from the solution which has regathered. It then starts to twist and turn and then fly in a small line towards a new bottle on the shelf. With another snap of his fingers you’re back in the foyer and Grant appears in front of you. “So that’s done, the way you possess him is by getting the puppet to cum, you then eat the cum and throw the puppet on the floor. You got it? Then have a nice day!” Before you can say thanks, Grant poofs again and far down the store you hear the dragon growl. Your hand is still soaked in Chris’ earlier load, so instead of waiting for the doll to be ready for another round, you just lick the already existing load. You then throw Chris to the ground and everything appears to go in slow-motion. Chris opens his eyes, says his thanks and bursts into flames. Suddenly the front door busts open and there is the real 6 foot tall Chris Wood, who walks towards you and stands at attention. You try to reach out and cup a feel though his expensive shirt, but your hand phases through him. You go towards his back entrance, take off your clothes and take a step forward.
Your dick and pelvis are the first parts to snap into place, feeling the jockstrap Chris decided to wear today rub against your new cock, getting you nice and hard. Your ass cheeks feel much more plump now and you reach out to touch them with your own hands. “Hey Machamp, you were supposed to do this at your own place, not here. Ugh why do people never read their contracts…” You look behind you, noticing the mess that the gusts of wind made which a scorched Grant is now cleaning up. Through the holes in his expensive suit you can see that the dark glow is all over his body. Suddenly your attention is pulled towards what’s happening in front of you, due to your legs getting pulled into their place. You feel Chris’ strong leg muscles build on top of yours. His feet are bigger than yours, forcing your bones to crack and stretch so they fit. It’s not too painful, but certainly not pleasurable.
To your surprise, you notice that one of your feet starts to shrink while the other grows and bursts out of the expensive shoe, giving you a size 7 and a size 12. They have a faint blue glow around them, the exact same kind of blue as the concoction that was shattered. “Uhhh Grant? A little help please!” Grant instantly appears behind you. “Oh dear. Uhhhhhh let me quickly go and get the real me.” Before you can answer he steps back a bit. His eyeballs turn back up into his skull and he starts to float an inch or two from the ground. Suddenly the dark glow on his skin explodes, scaring you a bit which unintentionally makes you contract your abs, which then start to merge with Chris. A delicious six pack adorns your chest, complete with treasure trail. Grant has stopped floating and instead of the pale skin he had, he’s now got a golden tan and an irritated expression. “Of course this happens during my appointments. Listen buddy I have Arnold Schwarzenegger as a twink waiting for me to continue our session and he tends to get anxious if I leave him waiting. So you dropped a doll in the “free will polymorph juice”? Well congrats you have extra fun. You have the chance to not only be Chris, but also alter him. Since it’s not you that actually drank the potion, you won’t be able to use it for long. Now let’s first finish this possession, shall we?” Grant grabs your arms from behind and directs them into the ones in front of you. First you feel your fingers grow a bit to match Chris’, then your triceps start to build up and meanwhile your biceps also start to bulge. Within mere seconds you have full control over your new arms, but they feel a bit stiff so you throw them backwards. This forces your pecs, back and shoulders to pop into place, all three grow to match their new size. Right now you’re basically Chris Wood but with an extra head. Grant grabs the back of your head and pushes you forward. “Complete and remember” he says before making the two heads one. The sudden surge of personality, thoughts and feelings is a bit too much for your mind to handle and you pass out. “Nope. Arnie here I come” is the last thing you hear.
“What happened?” you hear a soft voice whisper in your head. “Why can’t I do anything? What the fuck is going on?!” You realise Chris has awakened from his trance and is demanding an explanation. You try to think back at him. “Hey Chris, so I kind of possessed you and I’m in full control. So… sorry?” You can feel Chris sigh hard internally. “Hopefully you’ll be kinder to my body and career than the last guy. Let’s just say that my PR guys had a raise that time. Please do listen to me from time to time, it’ll make this much more pleasurable for the both of us. And I take it you’re gay or bi, otherwise you wouldn’t already be posing with an erection in the mirror.” You realise Chris was right. You instantly stop flexing, but your cock still leaks profoundly. “Mr. Spiral usually gives STD prevention and some reality change so it’s not a disaster for me, so I’m comfortable to leave this to you. Just don’t fuck it up too bad, kay?” You already stopped listening and laid down on the bed. You grab your cock and start pumping it, flexing your muscles in front of your face while Chris is moaning in the back of your mind. In no time you cum, the first shot hitting your face. You wipe it off in the sheets and roll on your back, spent from the enormous load you just blasted.
You then remember the potion and wonder. Chris senses you’re up to something but knows that he’s powerless. You stand up and try to activate the polymorph potion. You do everything you imagine could trigger it (even the spiderman hand thing). “God I want hair on my chest.” You say. You scratch yourself and you suddenly feel chest hair sprout wherever you touch yourself. A little hair there, some there and after a bit you have made yourself a perfect dusting of hair on your bod. “What about some muscles?” Before you’re even done talking your biceps blow up to 2 times their original size, your pecs jut out to make a nice shelf and your ass grows into a large bubble butt. Chris screams internally, a little cause of fear but mostly arousal. “Lastly some years?” Not a whole lot changes but when you look in the mirror, you see a few wrinkles and a lot more beard. “I can get used to this, how about some more dong to go with this?” You wait a bit. You wait even longer. But nothing happens. The potion must have worn off. “Hey bud, love what you’ve done with the bod, but we kinda have a scene to shoot?” You grab a shirt and enter the living room. “This is a nice place Chris! Can’t wait to bang some dudes here!” you think, taunting Chris. “Sounds hot dude. Maybe an orgy? Mr. Spiral’s got us covered bro.”
That’s my kind of shop ;)
“Do we really have to do this?”
“Well if our manager says so, then yeah, I think we do.”
Ryan sighed as he adjusted his bow tie for probably the tenth time, trying to get it perfect as he attempted a casual pose at the behest of the photographer in front of them. When he was in college and asking his roommates to become bandmates, he never thought that it would come to this.
Having their own manager, going on their own tour, and about to release their second studio album. At first it was all great, but then his manager stepped in and meeting after meeting became less about the music but how to pitch it and this was just the latest of his manager’s “great” schemes.
Apparently a big thing they were missing out on was sex appeal, they all “looked great” according to their manager and they just needed to “let their audience see that too.” They weren’t some boyband, they were meant to be a proper band, they were trying to appeal to men, not some young girls that would usually fall for the “hot boyband” schtick.
But here they were, posing for some lowly photographer, dressed in some formal clothing that had been hand picked for them. Ryan continued to itch at his own, he was having some allergic reaction to his own “suit” as he wanted nothing more than to get out of them.
“Hey, sorry, how long until we’re done here? I think my clothes are giving me a rash,” said Ryan, noticing that the need to itch was growing more and more, his hands roughly scratching the suit to the point where he was scared of tearing it off. The photographer only chuckled, as Ryan watched his other bandmates having a similar reaction. Grunts and quiet groans peppered throughout the group as they continued itching at their suit and Ryan felt this unquestionable need to get rid of them, despite the fact that he was aware of his own cock beginning to tent his pants.
“Oh, well I think that is the desired reaction,” started the photographer, smiling and just getting back to taking photos. Ryan furrowed his brows, trying to quickly get rid of the bowtie as the more he fumbled with it, the more he felt as if his own neck was expanding, like the bowtie around his collar was causing it to be constrained, his grunts growing deeper. “Your manager hired me to find a way to up your sex appeal and I thought this was the perfect way to do it.”
“What the- what the hell are you talking about?” asked Ryan, not noticing how his other bandmates had already kicked off their shoes and felt their socks disappear, revealing feet that were all perfectly aligned at size twelve.
“The clothing I asked you to put on, I laced it with something. It should be making you the perfect band members in a minute. Who would’ve thought that you all would be the first himbo band?” The photographer chuckled and took another photo, this time the flash was far too distracting, almost causing Ryan and the others to blink as he too felt this desire to quickly kick off his shoes, shocked as he saw his bare feet growing against the floor until it was perfectly the same as the others.
“N-No! You can’t…can’t do this!” Ryan hated how his voice was almost a moan as he thought he was clever by taking off the suit jacket as quickly as he could, beginning to work on unbuttoning his shirt but surprised as he saw his chest begin morphing, two pectorals suddenly beginning to grow underneath his hands at a faster rate the more he continued unbuttoning. “What is this?”
“Simple, I laced your clothing. With it on, you’ll feel endlessly horny, but the moment you take it off, it begins its magic,” explained the photographer, his cool demeanour was almost scary. “Take a look at your friends there.”
Ryan looked to his bandmates, watching in horror as he saw that the three of them had almost stripped out of most of their clothing. He saw them instantly tear off their pants, wanting to get to their own erect cocks, ignoring how their once skinny thighs were now thickening up slightly.
“Guys! Stop!” begged Ryan, as the horny trio turned their attention over to him. He didn’t expect them to suddenly start grabbing at him, tearing off their clothes as he saw Alex or at least who he thought was Alex, his own underwear turning black and white as his ass jiggled out. “S-Stop guys…Aw fuck!” One of the former bandmates were now kneeling down, licking at his cock through his pants, another working on slowly tearing his pants down to cause his own slightly jiggly thighs to start reforming, only growing with muscle, not fat.
“Come on Ryan, it feels so good,” murmured Alex, his lips close to Ryan’s and almost temping the moaning mess of Ryan into a kiss as Ryan felt his cock growing with every lick and lap at it through his own suddenly skimpy underwear. Alex’s hands reached to the shirt, beginning to unbutton it slowly, almost as if Ryan was giving him his own strip tease as each and every button that was taken away.
Ryan watched as his chest continued to change from every slip and touch from his band mates, his shirt being stripped away to reveal his bare body which was once slightly chubby but now the fat was fading away, his small gut forming into a small torso.
The fat was gone and instead Ryan was surprised to see that, like the others, his own stomach was now more bony and muscular as he was greeted with a six pack of abs, allowing a dusting of hair to grow to form a treasure trail towards his member, which continued to be teased and touched at by the others.
“Yeah Ryan, just give in,” came the deeper voice of another one of his friends, feeling their hands rubbing at his arms and slowly massaging them, allowing them to grow in his own hands. Every touch felt orgasmic, as if the simple act of being touched and teased by his bandmates, feeling their cocks rubbing against his ass or their tongue lapping and licking at the head of his throbbing length.
Ryan’s hips gyrated, rubbing against all members of the band as he felt his stretching body was growing a lot more flexible, any remaining intellect in his mind telling him that this was probably so they could do all sorts of dances on stage.
“Fuck…Give in…” Ryan muttered, his eyes were almost going to roll into the back of his head from the amount of pleasure that he was experiencing. His vision blurred as he barely saw Alex’s face moving closer towards his own, lips almost brushing as he teased for the kiss and Ryan could see why. “Please…Please, I need it.” He begged and Alex’s smile was the last thing he saw before he felt Alex’s lips on his own and he couldn’t believe how much he wanted to be kissed, tongued, and teased by his bandmates as his face changed.
His jawline shifted, cheekbones growing higher as the wrinkles from his high browed face soon faded much like his own awareness of what was happening to him. By now, he had stripped out of most of his clothes like the rest of them, only allowing a skimpy piece of underwear containing his large cock and ass to remain as his silvery hair morphed into a dirty blonde.
Like makeup, the magic affecting them all covered all of their apparent flaws, they aged back to the years they were just in college, hotter and more like himbos as the photographer clicked his fingers and all the boys paid attention.
“Now boys, we agreed. If you want to cum, you’ll at least give me some of your time, right?” questioned the photographer, handing them all sunglasses. “Now are you all ready to pose for me?”
“Yes, sir,” the band members said in unison, happy and giggling as they all posed like professionals, showing off their new bodies as Ryan realised something. They looked great and he hoped his audience would see that too.
Maybe he should speak with his manager about selling some merch that have the same effect as those suits, maybe of each band member to let their mostly male fans experience . As the camera flashed, he smiled, it wasn’t the worst idea in the world and unlike what he thought before, neither was this.
Hi I find your job so inspiring ! Can some clothing contain a transformation into a specific job ? I was thinking of a bow tie or white gloves that would slowly turn me into a valet or butler. Could a hotel pay your shop to find young men who could integrate their staff ? Foreign staff in particular ? Me personally I am French but maybe the hotel would prefer another nationality ? Can this piece of clothing contain not only a career change but also a transformation of my body and personality ?
Your boss gave me a call about three days ago. He wanted to go with an all diversed staff, all of them from different countries. The only problem was that you were from France. And though your english is fluent, you still got the french accent and that is whats disturbing him, plus, he already got a French one. But he had to hire you since you score a perfect note at the evaluation. I sent him a costume I had and was hoping it would do the trick.
You were right on time when you started your first day of work. You wanted to be there sooner, but traffic was a mess. Still, your boss was pleased with your punctuality as he welcome you to your new work place. He gives you the tour while introducing you to the other staff members, which, as you notice, are all from different country, and there doesnt seem to be any female too. You then get introduce to Julien, who introduced himself in French. You smile at him, pleased that you'd have someone to talk to if you had any question. After the introductions, he hands you the uniform and tells you more about the job, as his hotel is different from other kinds.
But of course, you knew that when you had your evaluation. Your job, like the other guys, was to please the customers the best way you could and answer to their every need. As you put on the uniform, it was like reality shifted around you. Intrigued, you checked in the mirror, but you could only find your cute reflections in the mirror, now in the uniform. Your handsome asian face, carefully coiffed black hair, lean body and a huge desire to pleasure any male customer that would walk inside. Knowledge of sex position, all possible kinks, your new name and life, as well asyour new boyfriend who also work at the very same hotel. The boss was nice enough to give you and Julien the same schedule, so you’d be able to come in and out at the same time.
A birthday night-out
It has been a rough day for you. Whatever you were doing, you had the face one someone who just wanted to have some time off, to get away. I've seen that face on lots of people who comes into my store, so when I saw you passing through, I knew what I had to do. I've never met you, but I knew who you were, based on the rumors and stories I've heard. So I followed and used some of my magic to get into your mind, to see what could really do the trick in helping you.
I've learn quite the interesting fact, that it was your birthday. So of course, having that kind of rough day on such a special one, I have to understand the long face. After arranging a few things, I've made a box with a note, left it at your house, rang the bell, and left. You were a bit pissed that no one was at the door, thinking it was probably a bunch of teenager doing stupid pranks. Until you saw the box. Intrigued, you picked it up and saw it was addressed to you. Unless there was another "Mr. C" living nearby. You took the box inside, opened it and read the note.
" Happy Birthday, Mister Cavanaugh! You probably don’t know me, but I’m a big fan of your ‘’work’’. I saw you walking in front of my shop, looking sad and all, and I thought I should do a little something to cheer you up. The effects on what you’ll find in the box will last for the night only, but I figured you wouldn’t want a long-term, unwanted new body. Here’s hoping it will help.
Mister Bostlov” Did you ever heard of that name before? You are not quite sure, but the day had been rough for sure, and a little escape would be quite nice at the moment. You look in the box, and there’s booze and a CD, on which is written: “MC Playlist”. You think for a second that you should put them aside, after all, you don’t know who’ve sent you this box… for it’s your birthday, so you guess you’ll humor whoever did this.
As you play the CD, a song from the Lumineers comes on, which makes you smile a bit. You do love that group, but it feels a bit creepy that the mysterious Bostlov would know this. After some time though, you feel your body moving to rhythm of the music, making your way to the kitchen to make yourself a drink. A train of thought comes in your head, about how you really do deserve this. You caught yourself thinking about you should let things go for the night, get lost in the music, get drunk and dance your ass off like nothing else mattered. And you dance like you’ve never danced before, singing every song that comes out like you knew them by heart. Then, when you’re finally drunk and having a blast, this one song comes on. “Favorite Record”, from Fall Out Boy. And you sing your heart out on this one. Who knew this particular song would be your favorite track on the playlist? But after that, the CD stops. No more song. But you want more. You want to make this night memorable and it’s still not midnight yet. You take your coat, your keys, and walk to the nearest club to get wild, not noticing your body changing, getting cockier, a total show-off. All eyes are on you, men and women. A cute couple catches your attention as they keep up with you. Lucky for you, they are open-minded, so the night is not over yet.
The next morning, the couple isn’t there, the booze is empty, you’re back in your body, but the memories and the CD is still there, with a little note. “Glad you enjoyed my little gift, I also enjoyed it quite a lot. If you ever need another night like this one, the playlist will always be there to help you out. And again, Happy Birthday!”
Attached to the note was a business card, welcoming you to Bostlov’s Magical Clothes Store. As for me, let’s just say that Luke and I loved our night as a really open-minded couple.
Happy Birthday, Mr. C.! Hoe you liked your little present :) Have a wonderful day and keep doing amazing work! <3
Playing Games With Hearts
When iZombie cast members and best friends Rahul Kohli and Robert Buckley attended a gaming convention and were invited into a VIP room to play some unreleased games still in beta testing they hardly thought anything of it. While neither man expected anything more than the average person, the simple truth was that sometimes the celebrity status afforded them certain things that others did not get. Having their standard tickets upgraded to VIP just because a fan of their show happened to be working the convention was just one of those things.
The games available to them ranged from first person shooters to Sherlock Holmes mystery games and they took their time playing each one and discussing them with the developers that had gathered around. After tackling some of the more exciting games on offer, the actors were finally lured over to a game that its cute blonde developer introduced as “IRL Boyfriend Simulator!”
More than happy to do anything for a pretty face and comfortable enough in their heterosexuality as well as their close friendship, Rahul and Robert each picked up a controller and began to play. The gameplay was simple, each boyfriend having a “need” or “desire” and the other player having to fulfill it in a certain time limit. Truth be told there didn’t seem to be much that would warrant more than five minutes of playtime but the men stuck around and kept playing to be polite.
After twenty minutes neither felt like they could stop. The pressure to be the best art the game had overcome the both of them and as they discussed the gameplay with each other, their usual nicknames evolved into terms such as “babe” and “stud”. The developer watched them with a perky smile on her face, clearly happy to see how taken they were with her game. They weren’t the first either - a whole host of VIPs had dismissed it as some silly simulation game and walked away knowing much better.
“When can we pick up a copy?” Robert asked after an hour of playing the game. His arm instinctively wrapped around Rahul’s waist, pulling his co-star in close. The developer’s smile brightened at another successful sale.
“Now, I shouldn’t really be doing this but since you boys enjoyed it so much… how about I sneak you a preview copy?” she offered, giving them a conspiring wink that brought chuckles out of the men.
“We’d be delighted,” Rahul confirmed, accepting the video game box that was offered to him. “Something tells me we’re going to be spending a lot of time playing it.” After a brief nod, Robert leaned in to kiss his co-star on the cheek and mumbled in agreement.
Later that evening the two men confirmed via a tweet that their bond had exceeded simply friendship and progressed into a romantic - and sexual - relationship. They claimed that it had taken playing “IRL Boyfriend Simulator” had helped them realize their underlying feelings for each other, both blissfully unaware that it had been the subliminal messages in the game re-programming parts of their mind and twisting their reality.
Even though fans and castmates alike were confused by the sudden revelation, nobody thought to investigate the game further. In fact it only made some more excited for it’s impending release and how it might bring them together with their best friends too…
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Because that story is really well written, and I’m high on iZombie right now ;)
Destiny brought them together.
I was just back from the hottest Springbreak party I threw down at the beach and had just recently changed back into a more formal, businessman form. Can't tell you how good it feels to be back in this body, not saying "bro" and "dude" every 2 minutes. But this new dapper body of mine, it was just delightful! Let’s just say that last night, Luke didn’t get much sleep, as he was moaning all night long! I was eager to get back at work, so I gave Andy a break and start greetings customers. That's when I saw you coming in. Short haired, lean ant tall kind of guy and probably in his sixties. I greet you with the best possible smile on my smile, eager to help and transform my first customer since my return!
- Hello. I was just passing by and saw the shop. Thought I would see what you might have to offer inside.
I smile at you, welcoming you to browse through our many aisle and to come to me if you have any kind of question. That is when it hit me. A hunch. Great, the first customer happened to be a special one! Thinking it was going to be an interesting day, your curiosity got the better of you as you walk through the myriad of wares, not knowing that I was slowly following him, interested by where he would stop his quest. Seeing clothes of all sorts, from all eras and walks of life and wondering who would wear those kind of clothes, you came upon a section that particularly intrigued you, as you always had a thing for leather.
- You have an amazing collection, sir.
Maybe I wasn’t subtle enough, as you noticed my whereabouts. But I'm glad that you find it amazing! I see you have been brought to the leather section. Do I sense an affinity, here?
- Most definitely. Always enjoyed getting dressed in my leathers when riding my motorcycle. made me feel kind of badass, if you get my drift.
That I do, sir! Pardon me for asking, but, is it something you miss doing? Dressing in leather and riding a motorcycle? Also, how is life treating you lately? Better be safe than sorry, that I say to myself, if my hunch is right. Not to make the same mistake done with Dirk and Rudy and stripping this guy off his life if he's not willing to leave it behind to work for me...
- Yes, I do miss the leather and motorcycle, if only for the occasional ride or to avoid traffic. Still, all things have their time and that one is past now I'm afraid.
You seem to be wondering why I am asking you all these question, but you feel compelled to answer them nonetheless.
- And to answer your question about life... not as exciting as I wish it could be. too many responsibilities sometimes.
While listening to him, I pick some leather piece here and there, thinking how they could fit the man. If he wished to spice things up a bit, he could be a nice addition. I definitely agree with you about responsibilities, they can be a bother sometime. How about kids? A wife? Husband? Work? I'm curious if you would be able to leave everything behind for the chance at a new life. You can see the smirk on his face is not threatening, but more inviting, almost trustworthy
- No family and work wouldn't miss me I doubt. I work in retail and clerks are a dime a dozen. Even if my customers do ask for me by name now and won't work with other people. You have quite the establishment here, do you get a lot of business?
Oh, I do! And having all that knowledge and skills in retail, I must say I feel quite jealous of your boss. I would love to have someone like you to work for me. You could also wear a nice leather attire for your uniform if you want. I slowly approach you to touch your shoulder and arms as if I was examining you. Good thing that you don’t feel scared. You would be a nice fit in my store.
- Not sure how well I would do selling clothes but it definitely is an intriguing idea. I sure wouldn't miss where I work now. Leather for work? That would definitely be different but I’m not sure any leather attire will fit me any more. I just don't have the body I once did for such things.
Then, I have a gift and a deal for you, my friend. Follow me to my office, I would like to discuss some matter with you! You feel like you should follow me, so you do. Once in my office, I close the door and lock it. It might seem to worry you for a second, but it's quickly a dismissed thought. I would like you to wear these clothes and after, tell me how you would like to work for me and live a completely different life. You look at the outfit I am offering you and wonder why I locked the door, but you just feel so relaxed now and also thinking that I’m a very friendly person.
- Cool clothes but they look a bit out of my size range. Guess it couldn't hurt to try to get into them.
Don't worry about the size, I'm sure they would fit you perfectly! You hold them up, wondering how in the hell you could possibly fit in something so tight looking.
- Well, okay. Is it going to bother you seeing me strip in front of you? And from the looks of those pants... well, let’s just say I think I'll not be wearing any underwear.
Bother me? Oh, don't you worry about that. I just want to see how well you're going to adjust in those pants and leather clothes. Need any help putting them up, sir? Okay, that was a bit of a lie. I had this tendency of watching people as they transform, but I can never really keep it in my pants... Pretty sure he'll turn out hot, too. You strip, oddly very not bothered at all by doing so because you don't like strangers looking at your pathetic excuse for a body. You start to pull up the pants but they are as tight as expected.
- I can't seem to quite get them over my hips.
Let me help! Already a bit hard by what's to come, I go behind you and helps putting your pants on, though you can clearly feel my boner on you. Once the pants are all up, you can feel how nice and tight they are around your legs as they seem to be the right fit. Your body is already changing slowly, getting younger, feeling youthful energy coming back to your body. How about putting the shirt and the jacket on, now? My hands are resting on your thigh as I admire how your body, now in its thirties, show some nice muscle.
You feel oddly energized, the leather pants tights against your legs and penis a real turn on. You start to put the shirt on. Not really knowing how you could thought those pants would never fit you, but the shirts seems a bit loose
- Oh, well. I trust your judgement, sir.
Oh, you can thrust me alright. And here I go again with some badly puns. I'm now in front of you, helping you adjusting the shirt and the jacket as your body rearranged itself to fit everything tightly. Perfect fit I'd say, how about a test drive? I couldn't help myself any longer. Maybe it was a remnant of my recent week as a jock, but to see this now twenty-something, muscular, handsome guy in tight fit leather, also sporting a raging hard-on, but he was a walking wet dream. I kissed you hard, exploring your new body with my new very touchy hands, so he could feel more the tightness of the clothes. In my hand was a pin that I put on his jacket, so he could maintain his memory.
You feel so hot right now and have such an erotic feeling throughout your bod. As you look down on your body, you see how tight the clothes are, showing off those nice muscles of yours. But you never had that before, not even when you were younger. You feel strange and aroused, something you haven’t felt in years, and the kissed did not help.
- What did you do to me?
I've made you younger, stronger, better, but let you retain your memory. If you so wish for it, you can work for me and never lack of anything. I slid my hands on your crotch, playing with your boner through the fabrics while kissing you. You really turned out more hot than I thought you would. It feel so strange to you, yet so natural, like you have been like this all your life. There is no denying that you like what you are feeling, so you kiss me back, needing to release some of this new pent up energy.
- I don't know what I could possibly do for you here but I sure would like to try. You're so amazing!
And you're gonna be too, soon, I promise! How bout being in charge of the leather section? You'll get to transform people with leather clothes just like yourself. Convincing enough? And here's the best part! I go down on my knees, slide down his pants and starts on sucking him. He can feel double the pleasure. Before him, now that I’m not in the way, he can have a better look at the mirror
“What a boss he would be. is this one of the fringe benefits? ooohhhh.... so... much... pleasure.... I'm going to cum... and I feel like I could do this over and over. Is that me?”
After swallowing your cum, I get back up on my feet to face you. Welcome to the store, Bill. All of my employees have been through this process too. Leave your old life behind and get ready for a whole new life, with constant people wanting a change in their life. Or would you rather go back to how things were?
- Go back to my old life? No, I think I'm going to love this new life and the new me. But "Bill" just doesn't fell right anymore. I think I need a new name. Would you like to do the honors, sir? Christen me anew and I shall be reborn.
Just then, Jace was born out of Bill, my new wonderful and amazingly hot new employee. After we made love in my office, I softly let him explore the store on his own and to introduce himself to the others, I went to the counter at the front to check things out. And that’s when he came in. This strong looking guy. He came directly up to me.
- Hey, you, you seen a guy? Tall, buff, has a chinstrap beard? He’s my son. He was supposed to call me earlier.”
Though with the description you gave me and what I see from you, I’m quite sure you're not talking about an actual children I'm quite sorry to say that I’ve not seen a customer here looking like that. Would you happen to have a picture of him? You frowned as you dug into your wallet.
- Sure. Here. He’s an adult, not an actual child, but I like to check on him.
Hmm, let's see. Not quite sure I saw this guy coming here... Were the two of you supposed to meet here?
- Yeah, he asked me to meet him here. Not sure why though.
Who knows? Maybe it's fate who really brought you here? My store has a way of bringing people together. Does this fellow have a name? Perhaps if I happen to cross his path, it could help? For some odd reason, pretty sure this man was brought here by actual fate! Can't believe I’m having another hunch in the same day. It can't be just a coincidence.
- Nah, your full of it. No such thing as fate. And his name is Bill.
I coughed when I heard the name of Bill. It couldn't be.... There was no real way to be sure, as the picture he showed me didn't looked like the Bill who entered here today and now turned into Jace. I just had to make sure of one thing. Bill, you say.... Have you ever met the guy before? Cause I've met a Bill today, but he doesn't look a bit like this man on the picture.
- Heh... Uh, we’re not actually father and son. We met online, roleplayed some, and now we’re finally meeting. Bill sent me these pics. But he told me to meet him here.
The pieces of the puzzle were putting themselves into their right places. Of course they never really met! But I was curious about this meeting, because the Bill I knew never knew this store before coming in. I made him a sign to follow me while we continued to talk. Interesting! So are the two of you just friends? Cause, pardon me for saying so, but role-playing Daddy and Son.... there has to be something more to that, no? I could feel the A/C being turned on, which means this fellow would be more incline to talk to me like I was a friend he just made.
- Uh, we haven’t actually met but we RP a lot. Nothing really much more to it than that. I mean, he’s pretty hot. But if these pics aren’t him, what does he look like? Where we headed?”
Oh, don't mind me, I’m just returning this nifty cow-boy's hat to where it belongs. Someone wanted to try it on but changed his mind at last second. Its a really nice hat, though... But this Bill... Did you feel some kind of attraction toward him? Of course I had some kind of plan, but I wouldn't dare change this guy unless he was willing to. But it would be hard to so unless I can convince him the right way...
- Ha! Cowboy hat eh? Sometimes I RP like I’m southern, since that’s what he knows best. And yeah, I do. He’s really good at the RPs, and hot as hell. Well, he would be if looked like his pics.”
So there really is something there. Should I push fate's buttons a bit? Have you ever wished to be from the south and wear this nice cow-boy's hat? And what about Bill, what would you say would be his favorite attire? Here's hoping "Leather" is the answer, cause that would explain so much!
- God, he loves boots and jeans, but he loves leather even more!
I smirk maybe a bit too much at his answer. It just had to be him! He was looking for Jace... Maybe the fact that this guy's reality didn't erase Bill from it was because something had to be done about these two. Better bring them back together. The hat will have to wait for a little bit, though I’m sure you'll fit nicely in it. Have ever considered working in a clothing shop? If you love the South so much, I’m sure you'd love working in this aisle! When I stopped walking, we were in a section of my store strictly for sporting the Southern look.
You looked around. So many jeans, boots of all kinds, flannel, plaid, belts with massive buckles, cowboy hats, ball caps, even a few confederate flags on shirts.
- I’ve never really given much thought to working in a clothing store, no. And I don’t love the South, just RPed as being from there. Bill is Southern, so he likes Southern daddies. So I RP as a Southern daddy, since he likes it better than plain old Northern me. Wow. You sure do have a lot of clothes!!”
I sure do. Now... If I were to tell you that Bill really was working here. What would you say to say hi to him, all dressed in a southern attire? Pretty sure he would love working with you.
- That’d be awesome! I’d really be the daddy of his dreams! I thought you said you’d never seen Bill before, you hoser!”
You simply misunderstood the situation. I said I never saw a Bill looking like the picture you showed me. But I assure you, he works here under the name of Jace and works in my leather section. If you're willing to work here though, we'll have to find you a nice uniform and a new name. You see anything you like? You frowned, having a weird feeling I wasn’t telling you something important. That feeling vanished after you considered the possibility of being with Bill.
- Sure! Uh...how bout that hat from earlier and a plaid shirt? And those jeans, boots, and a belt?
Sure, let's take those to my office. You'll be able to change there while I fill out some paper work. After that, let's surprise him, okay? I'm sure he'll be really glad to see you. I take the clothes he pointed and started walking to my office, the guy right behind me. When he enters, I lock the door. Please, make yourself at ease. I just need to know some stuff before we actually begin. I just want to make sure you are ready to leave everything behind to be with this man. Cause working here... it changes your life forever. I just want to make sure you really want this from the bottom of your heart
- Of course! I love Bill! Or Jace, as you keep calling him!
Good. Now if you would please put your new uniform on, we can start. I faked to look at some paperwork and not at him, so he could have thought I wasn't watching. But I was, wondering how the change would occur
You managed to squeeze into the clothes, frowning. They were awfully small! You frowned again, feeling a tingling all over you. You watched in awe as your gut vanished, replaced by hard abs, your arms hardening into muscles! Your face itched furiously as your scruff became thicker, your face becoming rough and masculine. “Holy fuck!” you shouted. You couldn’t believe your ears. My voice had a Southern twang now! As you pulled on the jeans, your cock swelled up in size, getting bigger and longer despite still being soft, and your legs became lean and muscular. A tattoo formed on one of your biceps. You stared, unspeaking, in awe, mind racing as your memories were slowly rewritten. I approached him, impressed with the changes brought upon him. You look mighty fine... only one thing to do now... I placed the hat on his head while kissing him, as my hands were busy exploring that new bod. The hat will keep you from forgetting who you truly are... welcome to the shop, stud. How about giving this bod a test drive? I place a hand on his junk, playing with them a bit, seeing how he enjoys it. He smirked and groaned as his sensitive cock grew, straining against his jeans
- Sure!
As a welcome to the store gift, I sucked him off like I did with Jace, giving him double the pleasure he could normally feel from a regular blowjob. After he came, I went back up to kiss more Now you only need a name to fit this bod. Unless you want to go with Pops?
- Sure, why not Pops?
Well Pops, welcome to the store. Let's go meet with Jace. I let you out of the office before leading you to the leather section, where Jace is, serving his first customer. Once he his done and feeling satisfied, you approached him. - So that’s where you were, Son! Hiding from your Pops, uh? Jace turned around, a shocked looked on his face. He recognize his southern Daddy instantly, urging himself to go and see him. He looked at me and all I could do was shrug. Destiny brought these two together for a reason. I suddenly had two new employee at my shop and they happened to be lovers too. I had just came back and this sort of thing happened. Things were getting interesting, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t stop there.
This was the result of two magnificent Role-Play session with two beautiful friends of mine, @southern-god1 and Bill. Both of you are great additions to the store. I had lots of fun doing this with you guys :)
Something wicked this way comes
There was a time, before the dazzling manager was even a dashing lad, before transforming people with pieces of clothes to make them better was even an option. A time when Bostlov was a dangerous being and would love nothing more than listen to your deepest desire and twist it into your worst nightmare, while keeping your awareness intact, so you would suffer from the inside while living your new "perfect" life. It was a time where the word consequences had no real meaning for him. Until one faithful day, where everything changed. He had received the visit of two young French guy, not older than 21 for sure. As soon as they entered, they seemed able to speaking fluent english. At this time, he was more of a scientist and loved making potions with various effects, some known, some totally unknown. They both browse his selection separately, but Olivier was the first to ask something of him. It was a totally simple wish and Bostlov didn’t found anything amusing in it. He wanted to become a pup to his friends. But what was supposed to be a wish with sexual meaning, the guy was turn into a real dog, under the beaming eye of Bastien. Now the owner of a dog he remembered being his friend, and unware of the desire he had, he went directly toward the man still covered by the shadows.
- Did you just transformed my friend into a dog? A real life dog?
- And what if I had, uh? Do you even have the balls to stand up for yourself?
- What? Nah, man, that’s not what I meant...
- Then speak your mind!
- That was way too cool! I wanna learn how to do this stuff.
Interested, Bostlov approached him so the kid could see his true face. The boner he had when he saw Bostlov gave his own interest away.
- Duuude, you're smoking hot!
That he'd better be talking to a wall. Bostlov really just took this appearance so save his ass in case of trouble.
- So, you wanna learn, uh? No matter what?
- Yeah! Fuck the consequences!
- You know, I hate hunches. And I have a huge one on you. Do not disappoint me! Ever!
He meant those words. That’s the reason he is like that today. He cared one too many times.
Maybe you are wondering what happen to Bastien? Why isn’t he working with Bostlov at his shop? But I assure you, Bastien was there the whole time. He even saw Luke entered the shop. He saw them all. And to each of the new staff, he wished for them only one thing. The only thing he would ever wish.
" Please, I beg of you, do not be tempted by his power. You dont want to be like me... Like us!"
What none of the employee could hear, was the sound of the weeping mannequin all around the shop, desperately wanting to be set free again. As Bostlov entered the shop after his week off, he went to Bastien, hugging the mannequin with a smirk on his face.
- How was the week, my dear old friend? Enjoying the view? I’ve got to tell you, it’s been a great week for me. Remember how you always told me that a week-long party was just so rad? Partying with your brothers, friends, drinking beer, dancing your ass off? You’ve been right, it was awesome, and you should have seen it! All those bro’s getting laid right and left… I guess you just had to be there, right?
He kissed him lightly on the mouth, making it back to human mouth.
- I’m sorry… please!
- You know, I might actually believe you this time. But I guess you played a bit too hard with my heart. You and your littles friends still got a long way to go before becoming human again…
- I promise, I’m gonna be good… Hon, please!
- You know, I think you lost the right to call me like that? I’ve got a new husband now and he won’t be like you.
- I’m sorry! I’ll be good… please give me back a life!
- You know why I keep you here? Aware of everything going on? So you can truly learn your place in this world. After what you’ve try to do to me, I think it’s only fitting. Don’t you?
- Yes, I deserve it, we deserve, and I’m so sorry, Bostlov!
Bostlov had enough, he made him plastic again. Enough whining for today. He had a new body and tomorrow was going to be a new day. Maybe, just maybe, something good will happen. Of course, it will be a joy to see his employee’s again.
And Bastien? Well, one day maybe you’ll know what he tried to do. But! He had it coming. If you’d have been there, if you’d have seen it. I bet you, you would have done the same.
About that tour of yours, I would be quite interested to try being the cellphone of Tyler Posey for a day or two! ;)
Well thank you for your interest. This is a very unique request indeed. Normally I like to have the person getting the item involved, but I think it will be better if we don’t do that this time. Just come with me to this machine.
Now just stand in here and I will get to work. *I lock the door on the machine and start to type* You will be feeling some pressure soon but it will be okay. I have made your change for two days, and am working with Posey’s assistant to get you to and from him in that time frame.
*The machine suddenly comes to life spraying you with a mist…then the ceiling starts to drop pushing on you. Your body doesn’t feel like it is being crushed as reshaped. The machine is turning your flesh and bones into glass, metal, and plastic. Your mind and organs are shifting into electronics. Finally after several minutes the machine beeps having reached the bottom…it releases and inside I find a nice new cell phone. I grab you and check you over and hook you to a laptop*
Ok time to replicate his phone on you. *you suddenly get images and information about him you didn’t know as I make you look just like his phone*
You get handed off to someone who shoves you into their pocket and taken away. Next thing you know they slip you into a bag and soon Tyler Posey is pulling you out as you feel yourself vibrating. Posey is shirtless and answers you and starts to talk to whoever is on the other line. Once your time is up I will be curious to hear about your experience and what you learned from the young star as a cell phone.
A very wonderful experience. For his safety though, I can speak of anything I heard, but he has a nice grip and his voice send shivers down my spine. And he’s very careful with his finger, I would have let him caress my screen, erm, body, with those finger all day long!
