Just doing some speed TFing based off a prompt. 1200 words in 25 minutes.
Jason flipped through the pages of the mutantur liber while his wife peeked over his shoulder in curiosity. Grace twirled a lock of her long blonde hair as he studied the pages. She knew he was supposed to be working on translating the book for the university, but something about the tome fascinated her. It looked so old and authentic, thick leather binding with burnished clasps and a swirling text that while meaningless to her, he assured her said mutantur liber in Latin. The Changing Book, recovered recently from a tomb uncovered during road construction. It had been sent to the university for study, and he was the one charged with transcribing it. Normally they wouldn’t have let it out of the building, but Jason had earned a lot of trust with the higher ups and they let him work from home on occasion.
Grace studied the Illuminated manuscript, the elaborate lettering and drawing were equally as detailed as the writing must be. “So.. what is this changing book about anyhow jay?”
“H-huh? Oh… well It’s supposed to be a book of arcane ritual practices dating back to the-”
“english please.”
Jason adjusted his glasses and smiled. “It’s a magic book.”
“I knew it! I mean look at this monster, any book that big and old has to be a book of spells.” She laughed and flipped the page to Jason’s dismay as he lost his place. The next page had a diagram of a human and a cat, and below it more Latin. “What’s this page say.”
“Hun, I’m trying to get some work done, I don’t mind you watching but-”
“Dear.” She said with a mocking tone. “You said you would take a break to watch our show at nine and it’s ten thirty, I think you owe me a little fun.”
“Shit… your right… Okay… well, this page is about a ritual to..” He skimmed through the text. “It’s an incantation said to give a person agility, flexibility, gifted sight and… well the powers of a cat.”
“A cat, that sounds kinda cool. Hey, do you think it works?”
“Works? You mean magic?” He laughed a hearty laugh and took his reading glasses off. “I don’t really think magic is real, it’s mostly just superstitious ceremony than sorcery. I tell you what though. I’ll translate the page tonight and you can cast the spell while I’m at work tomorrow, if I come home to a wife with whiskers then I guess it works.”
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Grace woke up the next morning well after 10 AM, Jason had gone to work hours ago and she had drifted back to sleep and overslept since the alarm had already gone off. She slowly got out of bed and stretched with a yawn as she wandered toward the bathroom. She looked herself over in the mirror, she had a cute tussled bedhead look going on, she didn’t feel like showering quite yet though and finished up her morning business and went to sit in the living room. As she sat down on the couch and flicked on the weather she saw a note tapped to the TV.
Hey hun
I’ll be a work a bit late today, but I did manage to translate the page for you, it’s in the study with my books. Hey if you could cook that salmon for dinner today that would be great, I’d love to have dinner ready by the time I get home, maybe we can curl up and watch some TV tonight.
See you latter my kitty <3
Grace clicked the TV off and wandered to the study, rummaging through his stacks of papers until she found his notes. She held the notebook it was written on up and read it. The spell sounded downright simple, a hand gesture and a few words and instant cat. She laughed as she said the words and flicked her wrist just so. This was silly but-
The lights in the room dimmed and Jason’s papers were suddenly caught in a whirlwind. The papers swirled around her and she felt her hair stand up on end as electricity coursed through her. Her vision swam. Hues began to become muted as other objects seemed sharp and in focus. She blinked and tried to stop her world from spinning but as she gripped the desk she didn’t notice the long scratch she left in the wood. She hadn’t seen the claws that were once her fingernails or the light layer of fur growing from them up her hand and on to her arm steadily. She was distracted as a feeling seemed to pull her forward. In the middle of the vortex of notes and electric energy she stretched forward, her spine cracked and popped and a sudden jolt made her cry out as her spine pushed outward and swelled into a long lithe tail. The skin covered appendage quickly grew short blonde hairs of it’s own until it was covered in fur. It lashed behind her as she clenched muscles and felt the power being infused into them.
Grace yowled in pain as she was thrown back from the study and landed in front of the couch. The magical rush of electric power seemed to flip off like a switch. As she pushed herself off the carpet with one arm she saw the study looked pristine as if nothing had happened. She mouthed what the fuck as she slowly came to her senses. She looked herself over and from what she could see though the slightly off colored but highly detailed vision was that she had fur all over her arms and legs, her shirt was being tented by what looked to be a few sets on nipples below her breasts that did not belong there. Her hands looked more like paws at this point… she could feel something under her and when she tried to get it out from under her found that it was a tail, her tail. She was freaking out at this point, had she actually turned into a cat!? She turned to the TV and looked at her reflection in the dark screen. Pointed ears, pointed teeth, short whiskers, her eyes had feline slits, her nose was pink… she looked somewhere between a girl and cat and she felt…
She felt good, oddly good. Better than she had felt in a long time. Her body was lithe and lightly muscled beneath her soft fur, every movement felt finely tuned and smooth, like she was a trained dancer. She felt another yawn overcome her and she stretched out on the floor, her claws needing into the carpet as she did. She looked a the living room clock and saw that eight hours had passed. It was already six and it wouldn’t be more than a few hours til Jason got home. She thought about the salmon fillet in the fridge and had to restrain herself from eating it all before her husband got home.
(A girl is cursed, her pussy transformed into a donkeys, now her lust is taking over her life) Masturbation, humiliation/embarrassment , transformation, exhibition, gang rape
She ran for what seemed like ages, trying to get as far away from the park as possible. No matter how far she ran, she couldn’t dispel the image of the girl she forced into becoming a needy donkey whore like herself. Gwyn panted as she slowed to a walk, sighing as her slick thighs rubbed against each other with a lurid squelch. Realizing she was on a residential side street in a section of town she didn’t go to often. Rows of small houses were on either side of her, and she glanced quickly to see if anyone was outside. The road seemed deserted, and she decided to risk trying to clean off her legs, not wanting to get her clothes soaked too, the best solution she could come up with was to lick the juices off her hands. She lifted her skirt and smeared the wetness down her leg, it was so thick and sticky, and the smell was driving her insane.
‘Why does it have to taste so good’ she thought licking at her juice covered fingers. She tried to ignore how great the flavor of her pussy was, but her urges overwhelmed her and she started sucking them dry. At first it was just one finger, sucking on it gently, wrapping her tongue around it and bobbing her head up and down lightly. Her face stung as her cheeks turned deep red at the thought of people watching her, and she moaned and switched to two fingers. Now miming sucking a cock in earnest, she pounded at her own face while licking every drop of musky girl juice from her hand. She wanted to stop, she didn’t want to be seen like this, but she slipped a third finger into her cock starved mouth. She plunged the phantom cock into her face recklessly, imagining a girl with a large donkey dick, she thrusted harder, nearly gagging on her own fingers.
Gwyn wasn’t satisfied finger fucking her face though, her wet pussy drooled hungrily as it awaited attention. Her sex would not be denied and she stopped her sucking with regret. She Unzipped her hoodie and laying it on the ground like a blanket, sitting down and spreading her legs wide. Without stopping to look if anyone was watching, she stuck a few fingers deep into her sex, moaning loudly. Gwyn’s speed increased until she rammed herself furiously, groaning at the lewd sound of her violent thrusting. Her fingers drove forcefully at her pussy, and the walls of her jenny cunt squeezed her tightly, trying to milk her like a cock. She forced her fingers as deep as they would go, but her throbbing pussy was nowhere near full, and she ached with need. Gwyn started to play with her clit with her free hand, massaging the hood and flicking at her button as she plunged into her sloppy jenny cunt. She knew that she shouldn’t be giving in to her perverted desires like this, but she didn’t care if anyone saw, hell she wanted them to see. She wanted them to watch her act like some donkey slut. The thought of a group of strangers surrounding her and calling her a donkey slut while she fingered herself made her so damn wet. She pounded herself faster and harder, hammering her pussy until it gripped her fingers hard. She cried out as the orgasm caught her off guard, and she quivered and thrashed at the waves of pleasure emanating from her thick dark cunt.
She laid there for a moment, panting with exhaustion. She had intended to wipe her legs clean so only her pussy was wet, but now her pussy, legs, face, hands, and hoodie were covered in girlcum. She had squirted copious amounts of her donkey juices all over herself. Gwyn had been so helpless to her lust, she had ravaged herself like some farm animal for all to see. The alluring scent of her sex coated the air, a tangy fragrance that was almost sweet. She tried not to breath it in, she had to get moving before she started getting lost in the scent of her sex With a quick sigh of regret she wiped herself dry with her hoodie. The stained red hoodie was drenched with juice, and there was no way she could bring it with her. Gwyn crumbled it into a ball and threw it into a trash bin at the end of a driveway. 'Okay… at least I’m dry now, but I kinda stink like sex’ she thought straightening her tanktop 'Maybe I can freshen up in a bathroom somewhere’
Gwyn walked around hoping to spy a store that she could duck into without fuss. Morning had passed and the sun occasionally streamed through the overcast. People had taken to the streets and she sighed lightly with frustration, It was taking longer than she would have liked to find any place with a bathroom. She kept having to cross the street to avoid people, and wished she could find somewhere to hide. It must have been twenty minuets before she saw a supermarket. It was on the other side of the road and she waited for a car to pass, then jogged across toward the parking lot. Gwyn was glad she had yet to run into anyone, but the thoughts of strangers smelling her would get her going if she wasn’t quick. Walking briskly she avoided the shoppers getting in and out of cars, and managed to get through the entrance without being noticed by anyone.
Gwyn stood in the center isle and looked about, nervously trying to remember where the bathrooms were. 'The far end of the store… of course’ she grimaced. She ducked into the empty cereal isle and had got halfway down it when a guy in his early twenties rounded the corner pushing a U Boat loaded with cheerios. He looked down the isle, and smiled at her from under an unruly mop of sandy blonde hair. She smiled back as best as she could, and tried to look nonchalant as if she was picking out a box of captain crunch hoping that he would leave, but Gwyn began to panic as he moved closer and closer, stopping a few feet from her and beginning to unload his boxes. Instead of slipping past him or turning and leaving for another isle, Gwyn felt her need keenly and was watching him bend down to reach a box instead, admiring her view as he arranged the shelf. Suddenly he stopped, a box still in hand. Gwyn was mortified as she realized he was sniffing the air. Her raging hormones had left her so stunned by his charming looks, she had forgotten that she was still covered in a thick musk. Unsure of where the scent could be coming from, the sandy haired box boy awkwardly tried to hide the growing bulge in his khakis. 'I should just push him into a pile of cheerios, rip off his pants, and suck him off’ she thought licking her lips at the thought of his stiff cock filling her mouth. But the young man covered his crotch with a cereal box and backed away, a look of embarrassment on his face.
She felt bad for the guy as she watched him leave the isle in a rush, Gwyn imagined him running to the break room to jerk off, fantasizing about her moist cunt. The thought gave her a tingling sensation and her damp pussy ached with emptiness. She couldn’t go down this isle now, a couple of customers were now at its end browsing the boxes, 'Of course, why wouldn’t they be.’ she growled to herself. Gwyn tried her best not to give them a death stare and walked the other way. She felt even wetter as her mind was clouded with images of the cute boy, she felt the drips of her juice on her legs and she clenched her trembling hands trying to ride out her lust. Gwyn ducked down the health food and supplements isle, hoping there was less of a chance to run into anyone. Gwyn briskly walked past the rows of pills and protein bars, aware of how the florescent lights were highlighting how unkempt she looked and felt. Reaching the isles end without further incident she rounded the corner into a crowd or people. Nearly fifteen people stood in a group by the bathroom door, some idiot had thought it a good idea to have a demonstration of a special new knife 'the Slice Pro’. The supermarket was always trying to draw in business with gimmicks like this she thought, watching with frustration as the pitchman chopped and hacked at zucchinis. Luckily for her, the crowd was too absorbed in his knifeplay to notice her, and she managed to quickly sneak pass them without drawing their attention.
She got to the door and pulled it open, dashing inside and slamming it behind her. For the moment she was safe. She locked the door, still pressed against it trying to calm her breathing down. Gwyn closed her eyes and enjoyed the knowledge that she wasn’t out in public for a moment, that nobody could see her while she rubbed at her clit. Gwyn startled as she realized she hadn’t even noticed her hand start jiggling her sensitive nub about. She grabbed her arm with her other hand and pulled it away, willing herself to stop thinking about the grocery boy and to get cleaned up. She grit her teeth and stripped off her clothes and shoes. She stood at the sink and frowned at her naked body. Her hair was messed up, her skin was covered in dried on pussy juice, and her crotch was dripping once more. She turned on the faucet and started to wash herself with hand sanitizer. She used the thin paper towels to wipe away the soapy, musky, goo that now covered her. It took a while to get all the dried on juices and scent of sex off of her. She sat for a while and even got her jenny cunt to a reasonable level of moistness, it never truly got dry anymore. Gwyn pulled her skirt up and threw her top back on, leaning over the sink she stared at her reflection. 'Hopefully that shamwow asshole is done’ she thought splashing water on her face and giving herself a once over in the mirror. She looked tired and her hair was still a mess, but she didn’t look like such a slutty donkey whore. Gwyn sighed with relief, slipping into her shoes and unlocking the bathroom.
Gwyn gasped as she stepped out into an even larger crowd, the salesman was offering lessons on how to slice meat. she groaned, now having to push her way through the mob of spectators. Gwyn had only reached the middle of the sea of people when a young man backed up, bumping into her and sending her spilling to the floor. Her skirt flipped up, and her ass was raised up like an animal in heat. Gwyn groaned, her elbow had hit the floor and stung like hell, but that didn’t matter once she noticed that at least twenty people now had a close up view of her large, dark, jenny cunt. The sound of their stunned silence was telling, even the pitchman had dropped his Slice Pro and was staring at her. She froze with horror, the feeling of all those eyes on her, it was a nightmare she couldn’t end. Worse yet she could feel her lips moisten at the thought of them watching. Some of the shoppers looked horrified, others started to sniff at the air as her moistening sex released more of the thick scent that was so alluring. A few of the men were rock hard already, and she heard them start to speak to each other
“What a slut, look at her showing us her dark whore pussy!” “Damn, I’d fuck that, look at how wet and ready she is…” “Really dude? It looks like some kind of horse cunt, or donkey or somethin…” “Yeah, but it’s not that weird looking…” “I think she’s a freak!”
The crowd continued to stare and watch her, and as much as she wanted to cover herself and flee, she was so aroused at them watching. Gwyn wished they would just come over and fuck her already, and started to get lost in her fantasy.
A large man grabbed her roughly by the ass, lifting his impossibly huge dick as it dripped with pre. The stranger toyed with her slit for a moment, rubbing his cock head across its folds, then thrusting into her drooling snatch hard enough to drive her face into the floor. She barely caught herself, unable to keep balance as the enormous cock pounded her furiously. A second man grabbed Gwyn by her ponytail, lifting her head from the floor painfully. she looked up into his eyes as he guided her head toward his long pre slicked cock, a wolfish grin on his face. She tried to protest as he smeared the sticky head across her mouth, but he slapped her hard and yanked on her ponytail eliciting a cry of pain. She was trying not to open her mouth, but the scent of his waiting member filled her nostrils and she was desperate for his taste. Gwyn’s willpower broke, and she barely had got her mouth open before he forced his throbbing cock past her precum soaked lips. She struggled and gagged, trying to get him to pull back, but he insisted on thrusting harder and deeper into her waiting mouth, and she quickly took his entire length.
She was being skewered by the two men, gagging as she fought to breathe, the overpowering salty taste filling her throat and nose. More men came forward, presenting another set of cocks for her to take. She gripped each in a different hand, pumping up and down as her body violently shook from the force of the men fucking her. Gwyn was in a trance, her eyes rolled back and her mind clouded from the pain and pleasure of her slutty fuck holes being roughly used as their personal cock sleeves. She could barely keep grip on the two new cocks, trying in vain to keep a steady rhythm as the other men fucked her whoreish body. She could barely keep upright, her knees weak from the abuse of the two strangers penetrating her with such brute force. “Her pussy is so damn wet, what a fucking slut!” the first man said, roughly grabbing her ass as he slammed his thick cock deep inside her. His dick was huge, not just in length but in width, and though it was only halfway in, it already filled her. She groaned as best she could, unable to believe how much of it was fitting inside. The stranger wasn’t satisfied with going halfway, and was determined to go balls deep as his dick delivered blow after blow. Every thrust brought yet another inch of his monster cock into her tight wet hole, and she strained to take his bulging length, as he assaulted her cunt.
“God, she’s such a dirty little whore” said a middleaged woman, lifting the girl’s shirt and grabbing at her breasts as they rocked “I bet she does this all the time!”
Her throat ached as she tried not to choke on the dick punishing her mouth. The stranger tightened his grip on Gwyn’s hair , and she winced painfully as he bottomed out again, balls slapping against her face as she took his shaft. Over and over he drove his member into her, and the feeling of it violently ramming the back of Gwyn’s throat made her see stars, she struggled to keep conscious as he laughed. “That’s right you donkey bitch, suck my dick like its one of those donkey cocks you love so much!” He grinned cruelly, slapping her face with force.
The flash of a camera phone brought Gwyn back to reality. She was in the middle of a supermarket ass raised in the air, fingering herself like mad while a crowd of spectators watched. Her pheromone laden aroma filled the area, and had left all the shoppers in various states of arousal. One or two men had started rubbing at their hardons through their pants, and at least one girl had her own hand under the band of her shorts while she joined Gwyn in fingering herself. Another flash went off as a second person took a photo, but she was more concerned with the guy who was filming the whole scene on his phone. 'OH MY GOD, OH MY FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK, hes gonna upload that to youtube or facebook or some porn site! The entire town… the entire worlds gonna know that I’m some freak donkey bitch!’ she screamed in her head imagining everyone she ever met knowing what a whore she had become. A girl stepped toward her, and took a closeup shot of her stuffing her jenny cunt, and Gwyn couldn’t take anymore. Falling back from the girl, she struggled to get away.
Gwyn scrambled up, pushing her way past the stunned onlookers staring and tearing down an isle toward the front door. She ran passed the confused cashiers and bolted out the entrance nearly knocking down an elderly couple. She didn’t stop though, and was halfway across the parking lot before she leaned against a car as she caught her breath. Gwyn coughed and gasped, her lungs hurt and she felt like she wanted to puke. She had to get away before somebody called the cops, or the store manager chased her down, or- “Hey you, tanktop girl!” called a feminine voice.
(An interactive CoC based story. I’ll add multiple options to each chapter and allow voting for 24 hours as to which choice she makes.) Voting for chapter 1 closes 4pm est March 8th
Ash was dragging her feet, hoping that she would think of some way to dissuade the village elder. She wasn’t a champion, she was.. barely even a woman in her own mind. 5'4, 115 lbs she wasn’t an imposing figure, hell, she was barely able to swing the practice sword when they tried to train her. It had been less than a year, less than 365 days since she had found out that Ingnam’s next champion was none other than her. Meek Ashlynn the herbalist, shoulder length black hair, glasses, no curves, never fought a thing in her life. She wasn’t even that great an herbalist, she didn’t have much of a knack for it, but it was the family business. Not that it mattered now, champions never come back, she wasn’t going to see her family or friends again.
Elder Nomur was as quiet as ever, eerily bounding up the black rock path of Mount Ilgast despite his more than 80 years of age. Ash struggled to keep pace with him on the cold climb up the dark crag, and by the time they reached the entrance to the tainted cave she was too tired to protest any more even if she had thought up a way to escape this. Her fate was sealed.. she was to be the so called ‘Champion’ this year, and her time in this world was up.
The elder gave her a stern look and a light push on the back, no final words of comfort, just a look of obligation that she couldn’t deny. She straightened her glasses and adjusted the small pack on her back, she could do this, it was… it was going to be okay. Nomur started back down the trail, not looking back as Ash entered the gaping maw of the cave, he was confident she would make a good sacrifice… Champion, he corrected himself.
The cave was damp, a heavy wet feeling that pervaded the air and left her feeling hot and sticky like it was one of those dog days in august. She tried hard not to slip on the slick floor, her thoughts muddled and distracting. She caught her breath for a moment, she felt… hot, not just due to the ever warming temperature of the cave, there was an inner warmth… a… a boiling heat that almost centered between her legs. Her cheeks went red, she was glad the elder was gone, she didn’t want anyone to see her looking so… aroused.
As Ash got further into the cave she could see the vibrant pink purple glow of the swirling portal, it was almost round in shape, thinning out at the top and bottom, as if someone pried a hole open in reality. For some reason it reminded her of something dirty, something.. She blushed again as she realized what it looked like. The Portal started to hum, glowing brighter and sucking small pebbles into it as she approached. She could feel the air pulling at her, commanding her to enter it. She couldn’t turn back now, the portal pulled at her and she felt herself tumble forward, her backpack coming loose as she fell into the wet warm depths of the portal.
She was falling. Everything seemed to pull her in a million directions at once and she almost felt sick as the world spun in front of her. Relief comes in the way of passing out, everything goes black.
Ashlynn woke to find herself on a blasted peak that mirrored her own world in some ways, but the mountain was hot instead of cold and there was no village at the foot of the mountain, there wasn’t anything but wilderness. Not that she could see any of that, Ash was on her knees looking for her glasses, her head was throbbing painfully as the vertigo faded, she felt thirsty and more than a little aroused. She sighed as she realized they must have fallen off with her pack when she tumbled through the portal. Ash desperately hoped they hadn’t got lost or broken in the fall.
Ash’s butt wiggled in the air as she crawled around looking for her glasses and a short figure concealed behind a nearby boulder couldn’t help but grin at the sight.
“Not the roundest butt, but she has potential” The stout creature stealthily walked toward the girl from it’s concealing rock and got real close. Without her noticing the creature had slid right behind her and it took a moment to ogle her before It leaned in and put it’s face inches from the girl’s nethers.
“Ha! Your just begging to get fucked aren’t ya? I can smell how wet you are from here..”
Ash tried not to yelp in surprise as she scrambled to her feet. She hadn’t expected to hear a noise from that close to her… from behind her, let alone coming from, she squinted but it didn’t change the vision in front of her. A woman… completely nude… only three feet tall, but curvier than any girl in Ingnam. Her skin was a shade of light green, and her hair was a red-orange undercut with a pair of heavily pierced pointed ears poking out. Her ears weren’t the only place pierced, her nude body was dotted with a variety of metal shape and a belt of pouches went around her waist and… was that a dildo strapped to her back like a sword?
“Like what ya see?” The green girl squeezed her large breasts together, caressing her purple nipples as she struck a pose “You must be new here, look like you never saw a goblin before.”
“A-a… Goblin?” Ash struggled to figure out what was going on.
“Yup, I’m Piper the goblin, and you look like… one of them champion types, minus the muscles and weapons….Hey, you uh, ain’t seen any cocks round here have ya?”
“I… what!?” Ash must have misheard the.. goblin?
“Ahhh never mind… wait, you probably can’t see anything!” Piper laughed. “You lookin’ for these?” The Goblin held out a pair of glasses and flashed a grin at the confused girl.
“My glasses, yes I thought I lost them.” Ash reached out for the glasses and the goblin pulled her hand back.
“Whoa whoa whoa, I uh, don’t help girls for free ya know. How bout we make a deal, if you want back your glasses your gonna have to be my drinkin’ buddy tonight.” The goblin giggled mischievously. “Maybe you and me can go find some hunky boys with big juicy cocks or something yeah?”
Ash looked like she was going to turn purple, she had never felt so embarrassed. She looked at the goblin shyly “I uh… I’ve never..”
“Jeez for real? You’re a.. Wow, of all the people I find on this blasted hill, and I get stuck with a virgin. All right, it’s decided, I can’t let you go wandering around here, cherry intact, no idea where you are or what a dick is. You and me, we’re gonna be good friends and I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about Mareth, and that starts…” The goblin thinks for a moment and then looks excited. “With a drink to seal the deal!” Piper handed Ash her glasses and then reached into her pouches and pulled out two bottles. One a dark brownish green that looked like some type of beer and the other a more mild looking liquid that Ashlynn thought was maybe milk? Something about it seemed off, but it also had a dark allure to it…
Ash wasn’t one to just drink something random because someone asked to her to, but… The fiery haired goblin did seem friendly, and she was really thirsty.. how long had she been laying in front of that portal in the heat anyhow? She bit her lip and straightened her glasses before reaching out to take the….
Thinking about writing a story set in CoC’s (Corruption of Champions) universe, maybe having a A or B path option at the end of each chapter and a vote on which path she should take. I’d try to incorporate as much from the game as possible, characters, items, location, npcs. Some stuff from the unofficial CoC Mod, it’s got some good content too (plus some of my own stuff that I think would fit, such as a Donkey TF item [squints eyes at Fenoxo, make it happen]) Anyone interested in this idea?
Adelayne sort of hovered in the space at the edge of your field a vision, the place where you almost think you can see a thing until you try and look then it’s gone. Her fiery eyes glowed warmly as she watched Norah and Samantha, it wasn’t the first time she had stopped by to watch the girls fuck, and she was happy to watch them go at it again.
“Hmmm…. My Norah’s gotten pretty… attached to that thick slab of pony cock of hers, and little Sammie worships it like a good little slut.” Adelayne rapped her fingers against the wall as she thought devious thoughts. Her eyes followed every thrust of the slick black shaft as the brunette drove it deep into the depths of the moaning blonde. The girl’s had been living together for a few weeks now, and they were fucking more often than ever, if such a thing was possible. Adelayne was impressed at Samantha’s stamina, but the poor girl was taking sixteen inches of living latex horsecock in one hole or another multiple times a day, everyday now that they shared a bed. She did look a bit worse for the wear. Samantha’s glasses were on the dresser, and her eyes looked tired, she seemed to be sucking Norah’s cock on reflex alone now that they had shifted positions. Of course Norah was still as ready as ever, her dense balls churning with yet another load of her warm seed.
“Tsk, tsk, StalionGirl, you’re gonna break that slut of yours if you keep it up.”
Norah’s whole body tensed and she came out of surprise alone, filling her girlfriend with another heavy load. Sam didn’t even look like she heard the demon, her own short orgasm leaving her twitching and moaning before she collapsed into a heap on the pink bed cover and passed out.
“A-Adelyane?” Norah gasped in a mixture of fear and shock.
“In the crimson flesh!” Adelayne laughed, not bothering to maintain her illusion of the pierced girl with the black faux hawk any longer than she had to. The red skinned demon with the curled goat liked horns sauntered over to Norah. The brown haired girl remained motionless, her body as rigid as her permanently hard cock. Adelayne stood behind Norah, her body pressed close enough that Norah’s balls touched her thighs, and Adelayne’s hands roamed over her body. She leaned in and breathed in the scent of Norah’s hair as she let her hands slowly glide down her body until they reached Norah’s dick, it’s smooth surface was still wet with Sam’s juices and throbbing with need.
“Soo… how has my favorite little stallion… my Norah… been these days?” She gripped Norah’s cock tightly, then began to stroke the near foot and a half dick softly. “I see you two have been quite busy enjoying’ my gift.”
Norah had a rush of mixed emotions, she was frightened, she was angry, she was… horny, and grateful on some sick level… She… she wanted to yell at her, to… to push her down… and..
“Now now my Norah, such dirty thoughts.. You really are an animal, I knew I made the right call giving you a tool befitting such a beast.” Adelayne grinned a sharp smile and pulled Norah’s hair until she made eye contact. “You only get to fuck me when I say you do…. now..” one of her hand cupped Norah’s chin. “let’s talk about little Sammie… poor girl, she looks so… used.”
Samantha lay in a sex induced slumber, cum splattered and dried on her face, her pussy swollen and red from continual punishment from Norah’s endless virility.
“Don’t you think we should do something about it.”
“D-don’t you… don’t you do anything to her, she didn’t make any wishes!” Norah tried to summon some courage in the face of the ruby skinned demoness.
Adelayne flicked a forked tongue out in a mixture of agitation and wry amusement. “True enough… Alright, how about this, I’ll make you a deal. If you can get me off without cumming, I’ll leave little Sammie be, but if My Norah hasn’t learned how to please a girl without cumming inside her, then I’ll have my way with this cockslut of yours.”
Norah went to deny Adelayne’s plans but instead of protests an agreement came out of her mouth.
“Yes, I agree to these terms, I wish that if I cum before you, you can do what you please to little Sammie.” The words fell out of her mouth mechanically and she clamped her hands over her traitorous lips as she finished. Her eyes flared with anger and she snapped at the demon. “I didn’t say that, or at least I didn’t mean any of it. Y-You, you made me say it! Don’t I have to… to want the wish or something!?”
“Details, nobody double checks wishes anymore, that’s a lot of paperwork, and trust me, there a lot more fun of things to do than making sure theirs no trickery going on in a demon wish. Besides, I’m a demon, I break the rules. Tough.”
Norah stifled a growl as Adelayne started to stroke her with a better rhythm, clearly trying to get her as close as possible before they even started. Norah was having none of it though, and she grabbed the grinning demon’s wrists and threw her onto the bed beside her unconscious girlfriend.
“Oooh so strong, such a beast, is it time to give me another taste of that big black cock of yours?” Adelayne pushed Norah back and dove at her, managing to wrap her tight lips around the thick cock before Norah could react.
It was like heaven… or hell to be more correct, it felt so good, so hot it was nearly painful, and that thin forked tongue had a mind of it’s own, working it’s way down her shaft as inch after inch of her member slid into the demon’s mouth. It was only a few moments, but for Norah it was an eternity, she grabbed Adelayne by the horns and pulled her off, her dick eventually popping free of it’s tight warm prison with a wet schlick and a pop.
Norah didn’t take her eyes off the demon, Adelayne wasn’t going to be easy to beat, but Norah had a few tricks of her own. Two could play at this game, she took advantage of the demon’s lack of clothes and quickly buried her own face in her adversaries crotch. The heat emanating from the demoness was almost too much, if her mouth was an oven, her pussy was a burning building. Norah felt dizzy, but she pushed herself to try and work the slutty demon into an orgasm as quick as possible. Adelayne could have easily overpower the bold futa, but she just laughed and pulled her in closer. Norah couldn’t breathe, her face was trapped in the crimson lap of her foe, the thick scent of the demon’s arousal filling her senses, and the taste of her juices dancing on her tongue as her face quickly became soaked by the demon. Norah didn’t know if this had been the best plan, as much as she hated to admit it, grinding her face against the demon’s crotch and forcing her tongue inside her was making her feel even more horny.
“It’s almost a shame I gave you a horsecock, you’re pretty good with that tongue, imagine if it was a foot long and felt as good as a cock, that would have been fun…” Adelayne trailed off for a moment as the thought of toying with Norah’s body again got her a bit closer than she would like to admit. She wasn’t about to loose to the human girl though, and she roughly pushed her back, knocking her onto her ass and sending her rigid dick pointing to the ceiling, perfectly align for Adelayne to hop onto. The demoness moved with catlike grace and had her slick red lips hovering a tantalizing inch above the already slick stallion cock the jutted so proudly from Norah’s crotch.
For the second time Norah felt her dick slide into the well trained tool that was Adelayne’s pussy. There was no resistance as the full length of her cock entered the gaping hole, and she could only murmur out a cry of pleasure as she felt her blunt head being cradled by Adelayne’s tunnel of flesh. A spade tipped tail wrapped around Norah’s balls and squeezed them tightly as the demon moved like a machine, a piston like lift and drop, Norah’s cock nearly coming free before Adelayne dropped back down and bottomed out on her stiff dick over and over.
Norah didn’t want to admit it, but she was loosing the battle. No amount of marathon sex was enough to prepare for this, and it didn’t matter how many times she had came recently, her balls always felt as full as if she hadn’t came in ages, a permanently case of near blue balls that left her in a state of constant arousal and easy to get off most times. Adelayne on the other hand was struggling to keep composure, there was something about Norah’s hot rubber dick that was so… perverted. Maybe she just had a thing for corrupting wishes, or maybe she just had a thing for Norah, but either way, she wasn’t one to loose a bet, and she had one more trick up her sleeve to ensure victory.
Norah thrust her hips up as Adelayne came down, determined to give as good as she got in hopes of winning, but she didn’t notice as the spade tipped tail let go of her balls and moved away from her for a moment. It’s shape changed as it loomed behind Adelayne, out of Norah’s view. the spade tip seemed to retract, and the tail became more of an even cylinder instead of it’s normal taper. Soon it started to thicken until it was nearly two inches wide, and the end of it took on a distinctly phallic shape. Sure this was a desperate ploy, but nobody could resist her tailcock, especially when it suddenly entered them.
Norah grinned, she had Adelayne right where she wanted her, she could see it on her face, she was close.
Norah felt a strange pressure against her butt cheeks, then it pressed against her backdoor. It felt hot and slick, and she didn’t have a chance to figure out what was going on before the thick cock tail pushed it’s way in, penetrating Norah’s ass with ease and beginning to thrust in tandem with the demon’s movements.
It was too much, Norah couldn’t hold on for another second. The tail fucked her ass roughly as the muscles of Adelayne’s lava hot pussy milked her cock, she gripped at the floor, trying to avoid the inevitable with a whimper.
“No…no…noooooo!”
“Yes, yes, YEESS!” The demon mocked her as she felt the girl cum within her, shooting load after load of cum deep within her demonic womb. The pleasant feeling of being full washed over the goat horned temptress as her magical energies were fueled once more by the thick load and magical contract she had forced the girl into.
Norah was panting, her hips ached from slamming into the demon so hard, and she was covered in sweat, worse than that, she had lost. Her eyes darted over to her unconscious lover and the demon simply grinned.
“Now… what should we do to your little toy slut? Maybe… a tail like mine, you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. She waved a clawed hand in a runic fashion and Samantha groaned in her sleep as her spine lengthen and grew outward into a long tail with a cock like end. “Hmmm… no that won’t do..” She twisted her hand and the tail vanished into a cloud like poof that would have made Norah laugh if it wasn’t in such a tense situation. “Maybe… Maybe I should just give her something equine to match up with your horsey dick.” She moved her hand again in a twisted fashion and another reddish glow washed over the sleeping girl, her pussy taking on a more equine shape before Norah’s eyes. “And if you two are just gonna fuck like animals I suppose she should be as ready as you are. A pussy that is always wet, so wet it drips, never tiring, never sore, always ready, always needy. Little Sammie’s perfect puss, perfect for my Norah’s big cock to cum in.”
Norah would have been horrified, but… she wasn’t. She should have been, but… Samantha’s thick folds were wet and inflamed with arousal, she could smell how wet she was even at this distance, and if the thought of fucking her had made her balls ache before, the scent of her wet pussy was driving her wild. She felt like she had no control of her body, but Adelayne didn’t have to use magic to guide the flared tip of Norah’s cock into the waiting hole. Even in her sleep Sammie moaned deeply and gripped the blankets, the feeling of her lover’s horsecock was better than ever in her newly ‘improved’ pussy.
Adelayne drifted to the back of the room, momentarily forgotten in the cloud of lust that permeated the area. The girls thought that had a lot of sex before, now they were going to be going at it like animals in heat. The demoness admired her handy work as Norah slammed her lover’s deep hole with her slick rubber tool over and over, her thick balls slapping against the semi conscious blonde. “Such a fine beast my Norah is, and little Sammie might turn out to be a decent slut toy after all…”
(An interactive CoC based story. I’ll add multiple options to each chapter and allow voting for 24 hours as to which choice she makes.) Voting for chapter 2 closes 5pm est March 9th
She really was quite thirsty… She reached out for the full bottle of white liquid. It looked innocent enough, almost like a bottle of milk from back in Ingnam…
“A milk drinker eh?” The goblin pouted her full lips for a moment then perked back up. “Oh well, more ale for me!” She then popped the cork on the bottle of alcohol and tilted the bottle back. She must have drank two thirds of it before coming up for air. “Ahhhh… goes down smooth and then there’s the kick… WHAM!” Piper punches at the air and grins.
Ashlynn smiles nervously. “Uh, sure… I don’t really drink, but it.. uh sounds fun?” Piper nods in agreement as Ash looks at her own drink. “So this is..”
“Milk."
"Milk… I.. I had a friend who worked on a farm back in Ingnam, it had a lot of cows.” Ash popped off the top pf the bottle and took a sniff. It smelled… good, it smelled really good. She took a small sip and was taken aback by how wonderful it really was. She took a second sip, this one larger than the first. The taste of cream danced on her tongue, it was so thick, so creamy, so sweet. Ash took the bottle back and went to drink the rest of it.
Piper watched her closely with a hint of a smile on her pursed lips. It started with her nipples getting hard, just a little at first, but as she drank more of the milk they strained the comfortable fabric of her simple clothes. Ash didn’t notice as her nipples pushed against her shirt further, they were easily a half inch long now maybe larger, certainly far larger and thicker than the fifth of an inch nubs they had been moments prior. She did notice a tightness in her chest though.
Her breasts felt… warm… hot even, and tight. There was a pressure, and she finished the milk just in time to watch as her breasts started to visibly swell before her eyes. She had always been a little below average in bra size, only a B cup if generous, but as she slowly cupped her chest she could feel her meager tits swelling into… boobs. She squeezed them together in confusion… there was… cleavage.. she had… tits!?
Piper hiccuped loudly and stumbled forward ‘accidentally’ going face first into Ash’s crotch and knocking her down. Ash fell on her back and had the wind knocked out of her as Piper landed on her chest. The goblin giggled and in the 'confusion’ began to grope Ash’s tits as they swelled, they must have been a D cup by now, and the fiery haired goblin enjoyed getting a feel.
“Unhfff… get… off of.. me!”
“Huhwhat!? Ohhhs mee?” Her voice slurred. “I’m just, I’m… there’s these tits, and… and I’m feelin’ em!”
“Those are… my… tits!”
“Pffft duh, a lil’ succubus milk an and… And you got some big boobies.. not as big as mine though.” The nude goblin crawled forwards and buried Ash’s face in her huge breasts. “I got big tits, they feel, they… they feel real good see?” The drunk goblin’s piercings jingled as she smothered her with her big green breasts. Ash had to summon all of her strength to keep the big purple nipple from forcing it’s way into her mouth.
“Mppphhh geffff offff meee, get off of me!” Ash pushed the goblin and quickly got to her feet. She could feel her breasts jiggle as she moved, an unfamiliar feeling, but not an unexpected one now that she had at least a D cup. Even her nipples felt larger, she sighed as she tried to straighten a shirt that was suddenly too small for her bust.
“You…y-you did that on purpose!”
“Did what?” The goblin looked at the dark haired girl innocently.
“I thought that was milk, normal milk, from a cow!”
“If you wanted milk from a cowgirl you should have asked, I’ve got that too!” Piper started looking in her bags and Ash had to stop her.
“Ugh, no.. I meant… *sigh* Nevermind…”
“Hmph… you don’t have to get all bent out of shape Ash, pretending that you don’t wanna have big tits.”
Ash straightened her glasses and went to argue the point but… she really didn’t mind having bigger breasts actually. She had always wondered what it would be like to have larger breasts, they felt as good as she imagined, and her nipples felt more sensitive than before too. They felt so good, that must be what was making her horny, she couldn’t have been turned on by her breasts expanding. “Okay… so maybe it did feel good, but… you can’t just go around tricking me into drinking things to make my tits bigger alright?”
“Alright, I’ll ask you before I make your boobs bigger next time… you humans are weird.” The goblin dusted herself off and made sure the long pink dildo strapped to her back was secure before motioning toward the forest at the end of the trail down the mountain. “If you still wanna come with me.. let’s say we get off this rock and find a place to sleep before nightfall.”
Ash didn’t want to waste any more time on the blasted out hillside and nodded at her short green companion before walking ahead.
Piper’s eyes went wide and she burst out laughing. A spade tipped tail had poked a hole though Ashlynn’s pants and wiggled back and forth as she walked down the trail.
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*later that night*
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Ash sat on a log by a small fire holding the demonic looking tail in her hands while Piper explained where a few locations they might want to visit were.
“I think it looks cute, gives you a little sass…”
“I don’t want sass, I don’t want to have a tail..”
“Oooh ooh! If you don’t like that tail, we could get you a horse tail, or a fluffy dog tail or-”
*snap*
The girls both turned to the side as they heard a branch get stepped on in the shadows. Piper drew the long pink dildo from her back, wielding it like a sword. Ashlynn didn’t have a weapon, and she felt under prepared as she grabbed a flimsy looking branch to swing.
Suddenly a figure leaped out of the bushes and tackled Piper to the ground, and a second came at Ash from behind. Ash spun wildly at the noise and the branch caught the creature coming at her in the face, hitting with the all the force of her spin. The creature staggered back and snarled at Ash, it was around Piper’s height, it’s skin bright red, small bat like wings, clawed hands, two small curved horns broke the skin of it’s forehead and she blushed as she noticed it’s rigid and dripping cock. It must have been twelve inches long, it looked ridiculous on such a small frame. The small demonic creature caught her eyeing it’s dick and he took the moment of her distraction to twist his claws in a arcane pattern. Ash felt a dark energy fill her, a burning heat that left her weak in the knees. She had to struggle against the overwhelming lust that filled her.
The red skinned creature sniffed the air like a dog, then shouted to his companion that was wrestling the goblin. “I think this ones a virgin! I call dibs.”
The other red skinned creature didn’t have time to react to his friends comment, Piper’s thick pink dildo struck him across the bridge of his nose and sent him flying back into the bush he came out of.
The first creature stopped his spell, a look of indecision on his face. He wanted to claim the virgin as his own, but the goblin looked intimidating by the firelight. The metal piercings on her body caught the glow of the fire in a sinister way, and she twirled the heavy dildo above her head like some sort of perverted assassin. Ash managed to get hold of herself, ignoring the needy feeling between her legs long enough to push the red skinned creature from behind, sending him directly into Piper’s path. The goblin was waiting for her opportunity and she swung the hard pink dildo like a bat, catching the creature in the ribs and causing him to collapse into a heap by the fire.
“Fuckin’ limp dicked imp bastards! I’ll stick this right up your damn ass you piece of-” Piper continued to swear at the unconscious imp for a while, and Ashlynn checked the bush to see if the other one was gone. She found a small leather pouch and went to walk back to the camp but found that Piper was already bouncing up and down on the imp’s dick while she continued to berate him. The imp looked a bit out of it, but he had a stupid grin on his face. Ash looked at them in disgust… she wanted to look away, but the imp’s spell was still in effect and she couldn’t help but watch for a few minutes.
The demonic magic made her feel so empty, so… needy. Her pussy ached to be touched, her half inch nipples were stiff, she managed to avert her gaze and walked away from camp, sliding behind a large rock. Her hand trembled as it slid into her pants. She gasped as she touched herself, her fingers felt electric on her lips, and she gave her clit a small flick that sent her spade tipped tail thrashing as her toes curled. Her glasses were steamy, she felt so hot.. she struggled to remove the shirt that was too small for her larger breasts, sighing happily as her tits popped free. Her nipples stiffened even more in the cool air of the night and she started to rub her pussy.
She couldn’t believe that they were fighting and then they were suddenly fucking like that, what kind of place was this? She continued to play with her clit for a while then slipped a single finger into her wet sex. She didn’t usually go further than rubbing her clit, but she needed to feel something inside her. The sounds of Piper moaning and the imp’s grunts were audible, and Ashlynn blushed, as hard as she tried she couldn’t gt the image of the two fucking out of her head. The damn imp’s spell was making her act like some horny slut, and she felt powerless to resist it. As the sounds from camp grew louder and more strenuous she felt her own orgasm approaching. Her body felt tight, she bit her lip as she tried to keep a rhythm. The wet schlick of her finger sliding in and out proved just how wet she had gotten to the sounds of sex and she would have most likely died of embarrassment if she hadn’t come.
“F-F-FUCK!” She swore as she bounced up and down, grinding against her own hand in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Her tail wrapped around her leg and her head felt fuzzy, her body was like a cloud, weightless despite the hard ground and rock beneath her. She slowly pulled her sticky hand from her pants and grimaced as she saw how soaked it was. She felt dirty.
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*Some time after midnight*
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Ashlynn stared up at the blood red moon, she couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t just that Piper was still riding the bruised imp, who looked like he was going to die of exhaustion before the goblin was finished with his huge dick. Mareth was a strange world… unlike anything she could have imagined. The poor herbalist from Ingnam thought about her first day as a champion and couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She slowly settled into a dreamless sleep and didn’t wake until the sun had already risen high in the sky.
“There you are Ash, thought that other red fuck had dragged you away… glad to see he didn’t though.” Piper smiled and kicked Ash’s leg. “Time to get going, we can’t lay around all day now.”
Ash got to her feet and the two went back to the small campsite and got ready to leave. Ashlynn stopped when she found the small leather pouch from the imp. She opened it and looked inside, there was a handful of brightly colored stones.
“What'cha got there!?” Piper snagged the purse from her hand and looked at the gems. “Nice, we got laid and paid, score. That’s nearly enough to get me good and drunk when we get to Tel'Adre, if Urta let’s me in this time…” Ash heard Piper mutter a few colorful words under her breath. “The quickest way to the desert is a straight shot through the forest. There is a trail through the woods nearby… it can get a bit dangerous, but there isn’t a cock I can’t take, so you got nothin’ to worry about.” Piper looked proud, but Ash gave the red head a skeptical look. “Hey don’t look at me like that, I’ve beat horsecocks larger than you before… and besides… we made a pretty good team last night.”
“You think so?” Ash smiled, pleased that she hadn’t made a fool of herself.
“Yeah I do, we fucked those imps good.” She laughed as she gave a playful hip thrust. “We even got some extra rations off them.” She grabbed a small bag from behind her and handed Ash a small parcel with a brownish red bread that was stuffed with some type of meat and a corkscrew shaped mushroom that reminded her of a pig’s tail. Ashlynn knew that she was likely to incur some type of penalty for eating the food, but it had been over 30 hours since she had eaten anything and her stomach growled angrily at the thought of skipping a meal. She didn’t want to get any weaker in this strange place… she could just eat one of them, to keep her strength up… or she could risk eating both.
Should she eat the stuffed bread rations, the corkscrew mushrooms, or both?
Colton sat in his car before football practice began. He had gotten into college on scholarship as a quarterback and given his performance in college, a professional career might be in his future. It was his senior year and he had started to think about what was next for him, but being a quarterback for his career somehow sounded lackluster. While he enjoyed the position, part of him wanted only focus on building muscle—growing larger and stronger. Quarterbacks were supposed to built, but he wanted to get larger than the sport would allow seeing bodybuilders as inspiration. Colton got out of the car and went to the locker room to change for practice still thinking about his future, trying to balance what he was good at and his innate desires.
When he got to the locker room, one of the offensive linemen, Owen, was walking out of the shower with his towel on. Gut on full display, it jiggled slightly as he walked to go change. Even though Colton was appreciative of the guys on the O-Line and they were all so kind, he couldn’t help but judge them for their body. How could a guy let themselves get that fat even if there was a decent amount of muscle behind it? He enjoyed his tone body and so did the girls on campus. After all, Colton was banging hot chicks every weekend while Owen was probably sitting on his couch playing video games. Maybe if he devoted more time in gym he could look like Colton. Guess everyone can’t be a top shot on campus, he thought and chuckled to himself.
As Colton walked towards his locker, his phone buzzed with a text from his friend Michael. After putting his uniform on, he checked it and found a recommendation to check out a website called bearify.me. Michael had commonly sent Colton some hilarious stuff, so he visited the website. He was greeted with a survey page that started off with questions about his age and gender. Interested to see what this was all about, he proceeded earnestly and clicked next after answering the questions. “Do you love football?”, the next question asked. He quickly answered yes, seeing as it occupied most of his time. “Do you want to get bigger?” Colton really wanted to get stronger and build muscle so he assumed that counted. “Are you looking for a new focus in life?” Knowing he was getting disinterested in professional sports, Colton selected yes even though he was unsure of what exactly he needed to change. After continuing through the survey, he finished the last question and was greeted with a screen saying “Bearification: 0% Complete.” He guessed Michael had sent him some worthless link and out his phone into his locker, leaving the locker room to get to practice.
After warming up, Colton and the other quarterbacks practiced their throws with one of the coaches. In the middle of this, he felt a strange feeling in his stomach but coughed it up to the burrito he ate earlier. It wasn’t until they finished up their throwing drills that he noticed something strange. Where he had previously had washboard abs, there was now a small belly developing at his midsection. Everything felt normal as if he had always been a little pudgy, but he looked bloated compared to before practice started. Not sure what to do, Colton decided to worry about this later and maybe start running an extra mile or two in the mornings. As the team began to practice a few new plays they had been working on, Colton’s body continued to change. Becoming chubbier and chubbier, most of his chiseled features had been smoothed out. Now his thighs now pressed against each and his arm muscles were slowly being hidden under layers of fat. His midsection had grown out of control with a firm gut that hungover his waistline slightly paired with the slightest love handles.
As Colton grew horrified at this transformation, one of the offensive lineman came over and gave his rear end a good slap. “Colton shouldn’t you join us over here for the drills? The quarterbacks have their own things to do.” The slap caused his ass cheeks to jiggle as his butt had gotten huge from the new weight he put on. The sensation was incredible, almost causing Colton to lose his breath. Staring down at his stomach, suddenly all he could think about was how it would look if it was slapped like that. He shook his head rapidly, what was happening to him? Why was he thinking like this? Feeling incredibly confused, he told the coach he didn’t feel well. “Alright big guy, you can go take a break. Gonna need you back on the field as soon as possible.” A sudden rush shot through him at the words big guy; it was almost erotic. Yeah I am a big guy, Colton thought.
He rushed to the locker room to figure out what had happened, soon feeling out of breath at all the running he was doing. Early that day Colton had ran 5 miles, now he was tired after jogging to his locker. He stared at himself in the mirror. About 80lbs heavier than when he was an hour and a half ago, a hefty gut spread across his waist and developed into large love handles on his side. His face had gotten full and chubby, losing any indication of its previous chiseled shape. To match the beast of a belly that had taken over him, Colton’s thighs and ass had become hugely thick. A jiggly, soft layer of fat hid strong thigh muscles with a lot of power to them. His ass was now twice the size it had been, and he gave it a nice slap to watch it shake and bounce. What the hell happened to him, he thought. Grabbing his phone to call his parents and probably a doctor, he saw a message saying “Bearification: 60% Complete.” Suddenly, he felt like he had to sit down as his vision became blurry. His mind fogged up and when he came back to focus, he felt completely different.
Colton stood up off the ground, hoisting his gut up as it had continued to grow larger. He felt absolutely massive and loved it, jiggling and exploring his new chubby body. But to Colton it had always been this way; guys on the offensive line are supposed to be big. In some ways, he thought that was why loved football: it was an excuse to get bigger, stronger. Looking at the mirror again, it was clear his body was still changing. The sight of his swelling belly was making him hard but he needed to get back to practice. Looking at his phone, the screen said “Bearification: 90% Complete. Colton wondered what that meant. By the time he got back to the field Colton had completely changed. His chiseled 200lb frame had exploded into a huge 300lb body, with a great deal of power behind it. His round, jiggly butt barely fit in his pants even though he had gotten new ones last week. The fabric around his midsection was stretched out from his massive belly. Overall, he was huge in every regard, maybe the largest guy on the team. He had always dreamed of being this big and wanted to get even bigger.
Jackson sat in the airport, waiting for his flight to see his girlfriend. They had been dating since high school and kept it going through 3 years of college. As captain of the wrestling team and with a body most guys would kill for, Jackson could probably get with most girls-or even guys-on campus but he truly thought he found the one in Audrey. Headed into their senior year, they had spent countless hours studying for the MCAT together so they could attend medical school as a couple.
After a bit of studying, he checked his phone and found a text from his friend Colby. He had sent him a link to a website called bearify.me and told him to check it out for some fun. He clicked on the link and was met with a survey page. The questions started very basic, with things like age and gender but started to become strange. “Do you wish you were hairier?” was the next question. Jackson always wanted to grow out a beard guessing that counted as he selected yes. “What part of your body are you most proud of?” He enjoyed his meaty thighs and ass, after all leg day was his favorite. “Do you like to play sports?” Of course he did. He continued through the questionnaire until the last question. After submitting, a loading screen came up that said: “Bearification: 0% Complete.” Jackson guessed he needed to check back later.
Getting on the plane went fairly seamlessly. As the plane took off, he began to feel strange. Chalking it up to the pressure change, he began to doze off to try and pass some time. Around an hour and half later, he woke up feeling different. Looking down at himself, he saw his midsection had gotten thicker as a bit of a gut had formed where his flat stomach had been. His thighs were much more hairy than before and had grown even meatier than before. To match, his face had gotten fuller and a bit of stubble had grown in. Jackson had no idea what to think but for some reason it all felt normal, even if he had always been this way. He checked the website from before: “Bearification: 30% Complete.” Jackson knew these changes had something to do with the website, but it all made no sense. Looking around, it seemed no one had noticed though a few girls had been making eyes at him. He checked himself in the camera and was stunned by how attractive he looked, his dick getting slightly hard at his new look. Who knew what else would happen?
After some more studying, Jackson started to find it harder and harder to grasp the content and study the text. Areas he had been exceeding in beforehand were now making no sense. It was like he was getting stupider or at least forgetting things. He decided to go to the bathroom to splash water on his face, maybe that would help. Washing his face off, he looked up at the mirror and stared at his body. His pecs had gotten larger, getting stronger while building up a layer of soft fat. New muscle made his arms huge, and his traps and neck were massive. While his thighs had already been large, they now looked like tree trunks and his butt had grown to match. Jackson figured at this point he had gained at least 50 pounds and grew 4 inches on the flight, but it felt as if he had always been this big and tall. Checking his phone, the website now said “Bearification: 70% Complete.” Jackson could barely wait to see what he would look like at the end of the process.
Looking at himself in the mirror had made himself incredibly horny. Figuring he was already in the bathroom, he pulled his pants down to reveal a fat cock and large balls that were barely contained in his jockstrap. He could’ve sworn he had been wearing boxers before but his ass looked so amazing he didn’t mind. He began to stroke his 8 inch penis while squeezing his bouncy pec. As he continued to pump his dick, his body seemed to change faster and faster. His arms and legs continued to swell while new hair grew rapidly on his chest and back, all the while his belly continued to expand. Soon he climaxed in the airplane bathroom, experiencing an incredibly strong orgasm after masturbating to his new body. Shooting ropes of cum all over the bathroom mirror, he saw firsthand how powerful his thick, long penis had become.
After cleaning up and getting dressed, he went back to his seat. Interestingly, no one seemed to notice the huge changes Jackson went through in the bathroom as we walked down the aisle. Just as he noticed, his mind clouded and he soon forgot what just happened. He had looked like this for a while now, he thought. Sitting with his laptop, he didn’t recognize any of the nonsense that was displayed in screen. Had he been looking at stuff for the MCAT? Why would he ever do that? Jackson checked his phone again and saw a webpage that said “Thank you, enjoy your transformation!” He chuckled and started to watch some wrestling, finding the sport incredibly erotic. Once the plane landed, Jackson woke up and ordered an uber. He had flown in to shoot a video for his only fans. He had met the guy on instagram after following his page. Despite his huge frame, Jackson loved to bottom and apparently this guy was an incredible top.
Getting off the plane, it was incredible how much Jackson had changed. Now 6’6 and 260lbs, he had become huge–dominating any room he was in. His massive pecs and ass slightly wobbled as he walked, putting on a display for everyone else at the airport. He quite enjoyed his body, feeling powerful in it. Barely remembering the existence of his girlfriend or even his time as a college student, Jackson left the airport ready to begin his new life.
(Before you ask, shared universes. I know Guardians of the Galaxy is Marvel compared to Superman and DC like last, but in my stories, they can share the same world. Enjoy!)
Finding his way into the abandoned mine shaft was easy, but navigating below against the possible safety hazards would be a bitch. Peter Quill strode his way down the tunnel, his mask providing not only oxygen from the harsh environment, but light to see his way forward.
Gamora and the others had left on a mission of their own, collecting a prized object for the empress of a fairly powerful race, and decided that bringing Peter, after his attempts at flirtation, and his knack for destruction, was a bad idea. Not that he minded, flying solo was fun, and it gave him some time to think as well, and by think, he of course meant jerking off.
It wasn’t too long into what most likely was his third session that a distress beacon rang out loud, ruining the pretty decent pace that he had. Zipping up and heading out, he located a long abandoned mineshaft, finding the beacon signal leading a mile down. Maybe some sort of alien exploration team had set off explosives and sealed themselves in?
Thankfully the mine was decently sturdy down below, the tunnels seemed to hold up well, aside from the overpowering stench that filled his nostrils. It was musky, like the smell of sweat and oil, mixed together for a very long time. Thankfully, the mask filtered the smell to barely affect him, but by how foggy the tunnel was becoming, it wouldn’t be working very much longer.
After travelling some time in the mist, he saw a bright light at the far end of a tunnel, running toward it, and finding what appeared to be an elevator, still in operation. Stepping into it, it wobbled, but held his weight. Pressing one of the buttons on a panel, the doors slid closed, saving him from the noxious smell.
Taking his time to scan the elevator, Peter found a small puddle of goo spilling from the ceiling of the elevator. “What the fuck?” He knelt down, investigating the jiggling puddle. It could have been blood, or it could have been oil, the source of the smell, but for some reason, he couldn’t help but have it fill his mind with a minor concern.
Soon, the door to the next level of the mine opened, greeting him with a more…sleek interior than he’d assumed. What were once massive wooden beams and boards were now sleek metal, shining with the light cast from his mask, and the rock texture of the walls was almost sanded down to a fine flat surface.
Not just this surprised him, but the black sludge now coating some of the wall, trailing down the tunnel towards a set of lights. Readying his weapon, Peter slowly stalked forward, as he picked up a faint sound.
Further down, he could hear a light moaning, as well as an almost sickening wet sound. Like a mop splattering onto a floor, spreading over it. Whatever was happening, they were in danger. The moan turned to a groan, a harsh groan almost as if in pain.
Rushing forward now, gun at the ready, the creature ahead picked up the sound, and seemed to slip away quickly, as the moan faded deeper down. Finally coming upon the lighted scene, he found a large puddle of what was left from the creature. Clothing discarded from what he could assume was it’s feeding session, and a trail leading toward a dimly lit, but large room.
As he approached, he spied the slime on the walls almost forming a flora, a growing nature of black plants and thick black slime coated vines, leading forward. The smell was back, apparently coming from the plants. “This is some seriously dank shit…” He spoke, sticking a gloved hand into it, finding it sucking on his finger, before removing it, as the vine reformed.
Finally, he arrived as a massive domed chamber, a large central pedestal housing a massive bud of a flower, shining from the dim light cast from above by installed lights. He could hear the distress beacon now, stepping close to the wall, finding a massive back lump, similar to the flower, and pressing his hand to it.
Against his better judgement, he ripped the lump open, a massive slosh as a thick form slipped from it. Kneeling down, he investigated it, prying and cutting the thick vines loose, releasing the form within. A man lay there, still entangled in thick vines, a distress beacon secure in his hand, despite being bound. Tendrils of vines still filled his ears and nose, his mouth agape, until Peter slid the tentacle out.
“You shouldn’t force a flower open before it has time to grow and bloom.” A voice spoke, as Peter could see the lights shine brighter now.
A massive screen lit up, as the form of an alien looked down at him, “Came to rescue someone in danger? Don’t worry, he was perfectly safe the way he was…” Peter shot back at the sound of the man recoiling, moaning, as the tentacle reattached itself, filling his mouth, as he moaned a soft happy sound.
The bound man was lifted up by the vines, returned to his cocoon, as it sealed shut. The entrance to the room shut loudly as well, as Peter scanned the hive. All over the room, hundreds of cocoons lay wriggling, some still, some hardened. He even saw the wet form of a blob of slime cocooning a man, the one from the tunnels.
“What the fuck is this, you freak!” Peter narrowed his eyes, aiming at the screen and firing. It did nothing, as the man only laughed. The tentacle covered walls came alive, shooting down at him, as he dodged and fired, destroying them one by one.
“You’ve come upon one of our bases. You see, we’ve started an assimilation plan for your gala-”
‘I dont give a shit! You let these people out now, or all these tentacles are getting shoved up your ass!” He attempted to threaten the man, though his prowess in fighting was impressive.
“…I see, too headstrong to listen. Though, with your physique, we could use a man like you on our side…” The alien pressed a button, as the light flickered above for a moment, the tentacles stopping.
“Allow me to offer you the chance to join our alliance. If you give in, you’ll be converted peacefully, if not…” the large flower shook, “You’ll have a much…rougher time, Mr. Quill. Decide for yourself now. Goodbye.” The screen went dark, making the room harder to see, as Peter watched the massive flower open.
Dozens of thick vines spilled out, creating a massive hovering armada of glistening, dripping tentacles. Peter took aim, “Seriously? This is all you had?” He laughed, keeping aim, “I’m not gonna let you do…whatever it is you’re gonna do, man. I might be solo, but i’m not just gonna give up.”
The massive storm of tentacles began to move towards him slowly, as he fired at it, the shots taking out a cluster at a time, as he navigated the room, the tentacles growing as fast as they were being destroyed.
Soon, they began to dive at him, nipping like snakes, striking the ground and gushing, as he made his way to the door. If he could get it to break the steel, he could escape. It continued the onslaught, bashing into the door as Peter watched it recoil and reshape, forming one massive tentacle and diving at him.
Dodging aside, he ran across the room, leaping over the now shifting tentacles on the wall and floor, and made his way finally to the broken hole that once was an entrance, dashing out. The tentacle followed him down the tunnel, far out towards the elevator, as he threw a small coin at the button, trying to open the elevator.
“Almost…There…!” He bolted fast, before a shot of energy sent him down. The tentacle hovered over him, as he sat up, staring at the figure with the gun.
Yondu stepped out from the elevator, lowering the gun. Peter could see him clearly, his blue skin made it obvious, but the rest of him…
Yondu’s former clothes were gone, replaced now by a thick rubber bodysuit, which seemed to go past his neck, covering his mouth and nose, as well as his ears in he glossy rubber. His eyes as well had changed. The former eyes of his mentor, his father figure, spiraled now, completely complicit with whatever the suit commanded.
Before he could react however, the tentacle swallowed Peter up, pulling him down the tunnel, as millions of minor tentacles tore at his mask, clothes and armor, ripping them off of him, leaving him nearly naked. The tentacle opened as he remained hovering, bound by the creature.
“Get off!” He fought the tight hold of the tendrils, only being met with a tight grip, weakening him. He was poised over the flower, as he watched several tentacles rise out of the slime within, pulling at his underwear.
They wriggled underneath, as Peter felt the warm slime gush around his cock, biting his lip. It was warm and wet, as the blob grew in size within his underwear, ripping it free.
Peter watched as Yondu entered the room, standing still as a soldier, at attention. His cock too was now hard and stood out, bound inside the tight rubber.
The blob around his cock slowly began to slip up and down his now growing erection, as he fought not to give in to it’s desire. This is what that guy wanted, but he wasn’t going to just give in, he had to fight!
The warm slime began to vibrate then, shaking bis cock gently as he threw his head back and sighed. He couldn’t take something like this for long. With in way free, he was at the plant’s mercy.
Two more tentacles rose, swirling slowly around his pecs, as he thrashed. It knew all of his buttons, didn’t it?
It wasn’t too long before a tendril rose up, sliding up his leg and over his thigh, positioning itself at his ass. Before Peter could protest, it entered into him, as he screamed in both pain and pleasure, as the slime softened and filled him, pressing against his prostate, encouraging him.
Peter nearly cried, fighting so hard to not cum. He felt it pull and tug at his cock, trying so hard to get him to give in, to allow it inside, to control. He couldn’t…he had his team…his friends…the galaxy…
A thick tentacle hovered in front of his face, staring into his eyes almost, as it hypnotically swayed back and forth, his eyes following deliriously. As he followed it, the tip quivered, shaping itself into a mask.
Peter shook his head, trying to avoid the mask, before it pressed itself securely to his face. He yelled in protest, but soon his mouth, nose, and ears were filled with tentacles, filling his head as it was laid back against a massive shining chest.
From the flower, a form had grown, a shining rubbery form of a man with no face, securely holding Peter’s mask on, as well as stroking his cock.
It’s own cock had formed from the tentacle within Peter, sliding in and out. The being continued at a brisk pace. This body would be his, and Peter Quill, the “Star Lord” would become his slave.
The massive man laughed, watching as Peter finally gave in. With a loud grunt, his body went long and rigid, shooting a massive load into the slime man, who gladly absorbed it.
Yondu stroked himself at the sight, the suit begging and toying for it’s meal as well. Soon, Peter was nothing but a dangling, barely breathing man.
The creature shook, shooting the massive slime load into him, as Peter felt the slime spreading into him, pumping out of the tentacles in his mask.
Lovingly, the creature wrapped it’s massive arms and legs around Peter’s body, as they covered over Peter’s own, covering and cocooning him within it, leaving only his head free.
The mask was removed, as Peter felt the dribbles of slime fall, looking down at his now glossy black cocoon of a body. “Now, Peter Quill, prepare to become my body. Let me fill you, let me control you…” the creature spoke, as Peter felt it’s lips.
They slid over his head, around it, reforming under his chin, as it swallowed his head. He could only open his mouth in a gape of surprise, as it closed, the faceless rubber slime man’s body trapping him, as his mind and consciousness covered Peter’s brain, flowing into him.
So strong willed, so heroic, but now, he’d be perfect as a vessel for one of the Alliances strongest slime soldiers. Villainly, converting, this was all Peter Quill would be. A slave to his new mental master.
Together, they gripped their rubber cock, stroking it together, as Peter tried to resist again, failing as the creature spoke into his mind continuously. “Cum…Give in…Release…” with it constantly filling his mind, Peter shook again, filing the suit with more of his cum, spurting the now almost black cum into the creature.
It hovered there, held up by a mass of tentacles, breathing heavily through the slime, as the form slid down into the flower, the gooey bottom climbing up i: legs.
Peter had tried, but now, all he wanted to do was cum. Just give in and release his sweet cum until he was ready to serve the Alliance. The flower began to close, as the blue eyes of Peter Quill, visible beneath the slime began to spiral slowly, as the creature crouched down, crossing its arms, and slept.
Yondu walked over to the mess of clothing and lifted it up, finding the communicator Quill carried, and fixed the frequency, as a harsh voice of Yondu’s crew mate answered.
“Whadda you want?” They spoke, “You got some balls calling us, ‘Star Lord’.” They laughed, as Yondu’s mouth was freed.
“Bring the ship to my location. I’ve got a mighty fine find here, need some help!” He smirked, closing the communicator with a snap. Soon, a whole group of pirates would spread these seeds to every single planet in this galaxy, and nobody would stand a chance…
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“Thank you for your time doctor.” Officer Donaldson says, entering the doctors office, closing the door behind him. “Of course, you sounded like it was important.” The doctors shakes his hand, and motions for him to sit on the chair. “Yeah. Uh. I cant sleep properly, and I need to be at my best for my job.” He says, looking down at his tight uniform. “I see.” The doctor says, writing something down. “Are you going to work later?
"No, just finished my shift.” Officer Donaldson forces a weak smile, and the doctor nods. “Olay. Let me see.” He gets up, pulls a small little torch out of his pocket and lifts the cops arm by his wrist. The doctor turns the light on, a small, red beam shines right into the mans eyes, but he doesnt even flinch.
“Now, focus on the light, the red little light. How it moves, how it feels.” He says calmly, his voice getting a little deeper. The officer takes a deep breath, his eyes stuck at the light, before everything starts to feel heavy, dizzy, yet so relaxing. “How does it makes you feel.” The doctor asks, stroking his wrists gently. “Good. Uh. Im sorry. Im just so tired.”
Donaldson sighs, his eyss still looking into the light. However, there is a sudden shift, the light starts flickering quickly, shifting through every color, spinning even. “What is this?” The cop grunts, trying to pull away, but someone, something holds him back. “Its okay officer. Just watch the light. It feels calm, warm, easy. Doesnt it?” The doctors smirks, as he could see that something in the mans mind was reacting to his subtle commands. He had him under before, several times, it is just a matter of time.
“When I snap my finger, Officer Donaldson, your mind will go to sleep, just obeying my orders, do you understand?” He says, firmly grabbing the mans wrist. “Yes Doctor.” Donaldson says sleepily, and with that, the doctor snaps his fingers. Instantly, the officers eyes roll back into his head, as he lets out a soft moan.
His body starts swaying slowly, back and forth, before the doctor grabs his shoulder, securely holding him in place. “Very good, Officer.” The doctor smiles. “Now, lets see. Get up.” He demands and the cop does as hes told. Donaldson body is heavier than before, sluggish movements, with his head still swaying slightly and his vacant eyes losing focus.
“Flex and get hard.” The officer raises his beefy arms and all of his muscles tense harshly. The fabric of his uniform just barely able to restrain them. “Good.” The doctor starts feeling his biceps, his arms, his shoulder and his neck, circling the officer slowly. “Freeze.” He demands, now standing in front of him, looking into his eyes.
“So beautiful.” He says, running a finger along his jawline, through the beard, along the cheek, the eyebrows down his nose before he traces the outlines of the officers soft lips. “Open up.” Donaldson opens his mouth and immediately, three fingers enter his body, slowly, carefully, moving back and forth. “That feels good, right?” The doctor growls, and the officer moans deeply.
Chuckling, the doctor now runs his hands along the mans broad chest, feeling his pecs through the uniform. “Officer. Harder.” With that, the muscles tensed even more, much to the doctors amusement. “Good boy.” He pats his chest, before he unzips the jacket, and pulls his shirt up, exposing the mans well formed abs. “Better than last time, Im impressed.” He smirks, running a finger through the outlines of the hard muscles, up his chest, across his pecs and nipples, pinching him a couple of times.
“I like what I see, good job.” He smiles and this time, pats the officers cheek, with him smiling derpily, while he drools satisfied. The doctor looks down, and sees the massive tent forming in his pants, but also, the even bigger one in Officer Donaldsons uniform. “Now. Arms down.” He demands, and the cop follows his words instantly.
“Stand at attention, officer.” Donaldsons whole body gets rigid, stiff and hard, as he puts his hands at his back, spreads his legs slightly and raises his voice. “Yes sir.” The doctors dick twitches excitedly. “Good boy.” He steps behind him, hugging him from behind, feeling his strong chest again before running his hands to the mans crotch, firmly grabbing his erect cock, rubbing the palm of his hand against him.
“Did you get bigger?” He frowns, and walks around him. The doctor unbuttons Donaldsons pants, letting them drop to the floor, enjoying the sight of the immense throbbing cock inside the briefs alread stained with pre cum and sweat. “It looks like it.” He says proudly, feeling the officers cock with his hands, causing the man to groan. “Thats right.” He says happily, but now is not the time. Unabld to help himself though, he touches his own dick, getting the officer dressed properly again.
“Officer. I need you to come to my house this weekend, alone, when I call you. Understood?” Donaldson nods once. “Yes doctor.” “You will be wesring this uniform, those boots, and dont forget about this.” He says, enjoying to play with the mans leather holster around his waist. “Yes doctor.”
The doctor nods contently, raising the officers arm once more by the wrist.“ Sit down again.” As the officer sits down, the doctor shines the red little light back into his eyes. “Now officer, when I snap my fingers, you will come back to yourself. Your mind will wake up, but you wont remember a thing. Your body will relax, you will be calm, and once your home, you will shower, and send me picture of yourself naked. Understood?”
“Yes doctor.” He says sleepily. “Good.” With that,the doctor snaps his fingers and the officer blinks a few times. “I just think you need some rest.” He says. “I Will prescribe you a light sleeping pill, take one right before bed.” The doctor says, sitting down again without showing off his bulge. “Thank you.” Officer Donaldson smiles, as he touches himself gently, aware of his erection. “Thats my job.” The doctor laughs.
Officer Brady is on his way through a more isolated, wooded area out of town. Just the usual patroling at night. There is no other vehicle on the road, and he is still a little pissed that his partner called in sick 5 min before the start of the shift. Without any replacement avaiable, he was bound to do the shift on his own. Normally, this wouldnt be allowed, but in a small town, things tend to be different.
He is driving along the road, when he sees a car standing at the side, with two guys standing by the trunk, seemingly looking for something. Brady slows down and stops right beside them. He cannot see their faces, or hear their voices but they seem to be around 20 years old.
Brady rolls down the window, takes his flashlight and illuminates the scene. Two young man, one a little shorter, the other quite tall, look at him. Both avoiding the blinding light, lift their hands to look at him.
“What are you doing here? At night?” He says, his deep voice ringing through the forrest around him. “Ehh.” The small guys says, exchanging nervous looks with the other guy. “Our car broke down.” The big guy says, his voice rough and husky. Turning the torch towards the hood lf the car, Brady thinks deeply. “Do you need help?” He says and at first, the tall guy shakes his head, before the small one nudges him with his shoulder.
“That would be great officer.” He says, his voice so soft and smooth. Brady nods, parks the car a little further down the road and steps outside. Catiously, he unbuttons his holster, just in case. As he walks towards the youngsters, he notices the small guy lighting up a cigarette, while the other one scratches his arm nervously.
“Whats the problem?” Brady scoffs, his hands at his hips, just inches away from his gun. “I dont know.” The guy says, blowing smoke towards Brady, who frowns, waving his hand to wipe away the dust. “What is that?” He coughs, taking a step closer towards their car.
“Just some herbs, to calm me down.” The guy said, grinning, taking another deep breath of his cigarette. “Smells disgusting.” Brady says, before he gets dizzy. “Are you okay officer?” The guy said worringly, taking a step towards Brady, who steadies himself against the car. “Yeah, its fine.” He coughs, blinking multiple times. Again, the guy blows out, this time, right at the Officers face, the dust inavding his nostrils, his mouth and his eyes.
“What the fuck dude??” Brady comes to his senses and pushes him away, but then, he stumbles, one arm at his forehead, the other at his holster, desperately trying to draw his pistol. “You… you are arrested.” He says, his vision getting blurry, his head and body heavy. “I dont think so.” The guy says triumphantly, and disarms Brady rather easily.
Then, the other guy appears from behind him, restraining him with ease. “Jack, I think this is a mistake.” He says, holding back Brady, whos still trying to fight back. “Shut up, Danny boy.” Jack grunts, getting closer towards Brady. “This is perfect.” He chuckles, looking at the Officer, unable to get free. “But.. hes a..” Interupting him, Jack barks loudly. “SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Danny gets silent, while Brady ceases to struggle. “Let me go, I dont know who you are, but you should listen to your friend.” He says slowly, before Jack gently lifts his chin to look into his eyes.
“Thank you Officer, but no.” He says, taking another deep breath, and blowing the smoke right into Bradys mouth, who takes all of it in. His eyes roll back for a second, and his body gets stiff. “What are you doing to me?” He groans, but Jack cackles. “Youre mine now.” Jack pats his cheek, and motions for Danny to let go off him. “Get inside the car, look out for any intruder.”
Danny nods and leaves. Brady stands there, dizzy, confused, and helpless as Jack walks around him. “Nice body.” He smirks, noe behind him, he hugs him, stroking him through his uniform. “Fuck you.” Brady says derpily, but something in his mind is enjoying this. “So resentful.” Jack says, wrapping a hand around the Officers neck, slightly chocking him. At the same time, he places a hand at his shoulder, right by his neck.
“Now listen, Officer.” He whispers into Bradys ear. “Focus on my voice. Just my voice. As I lead you, deeper and deeper into the forrest.” Jacks voice gets even smoother, softer, and more arrousing at the same time. Brady shakes his head, but the grip around his neck tightens intensely. “As an Officer, you were trained to serve, conditoned to serve, made to serve. And now, I will reactivate that part of you, the best part of you.” Jacks voice invades the cops mind. Every word feels so heavy, so toxic, yet so right. “Dont, please.” Brady begs.
“You now you want it. You know its how you are meant to be. Dont you? Jack grins, and lets go off him. The Officer drops to his knees, steadying himself against the cold floor. Catching his breath, he coughs again and again. But Jack lifts his head again, this time, he puts the cigarette into Bradys mouth and instantly, he takes another deep breath, the smoke filling his lungs, the taste filling his mouth.
"Good Officer.” Jack says, pulls at the cigarette one last time and throws it away. “Now get up.” He watches Brady get up, his eyes foggy and his body stiff, with his muscles bulging through the tight uniform. “What do we have here?” Jack says, searching every pocket of the Jacket, until he finds a wallet. “Ah, gotcha. Vince Brady. Is that right?” The Officer nods mindlessly.
“Officer Brady, can you hear me?” Jack smirks, putting a hand at the shoulder once more, this time, he pinches him firmly, before leaning into him again. “Yes.” Brady says in a dull voice. “Good. Now listen to me. You are mine now. You will do as I say, when I say it. Understood?” Jack grunts and Brady nods.
“Now. Strip.” He demands, and the Officers followd his command. Brady takes his Jacket off, his Vest, his belt, his holster, his shoes and his pants. While Jack watches him closely, stroking his cock through his jeans. “Thats what I like.” He says, looking at the huge bugle in the cops briefs. “Get inside tje car, backseat.” He points at the car, and as Brady gets inside, Jack collects the uniform and puts it into the trunk.
“Is he ready?” Danny says once Jack is in tje car, also in the backseat. “Not yet, get us home while I finish him.” Jack turns to the Officer who stares into the void, all that its left are his briefs, socks and gloves. He leand into him again, pinching his shoulder. Bradys eyes roll back into his head instantly, and his cock moved rapidly.
“Officer Brady. When I touch you, when I speak to you, when I want you to. You will strip just like before, get on your knees and worship my cock. When Im generous, you can take it into your mouth, understood.” Licking his lips in expectation, Brady nods. “For now, I need you to follow my voice, even deeper into your mind.” Jack starts stroking Bradys chest, his nipples, his tummy, through his abs and down to his crotch.
“I want you to put all of your restistance, all of your will to fight back, and all whats left of your old self into your cock, making it harder than ever before.” The Officer groans, bending his body, and Jack feels the mans dick sweeling more and more. “Good boy.” He smiles, but you can only cum when I allow it. Without my permission, you must not cum, once.“ He says, stroking him again and again, enjoying the sight of this bulky man, at the verge of his dick errupting.
"Now, Officer, when I snap my finger, you will cum, and with that, you will be my mindless tool, my fucktoy, wearing your dirty, stained uniform all day, sucking my cock, whenever I need you too.” Brady groans loudly, unable to hold back any longer, and his dick is already leaking harshly.
‘snap’
With that, the cops dick shoots a massive load, once then twice, moaning loudly. And instantly, his body slumps into the seat of the car, his will, his personality gone forever. “Good boy.” Jack smirks triumphantly and looks at Danny, whos rubbing his cock while driving. “Thats always the best part.” He grins, and Jack slides his hands into his jeans. “Now its my turn.”
After using the same old body for nearly three months now, I decided to look for a new one. And there he was, a handsome soldier boy on a train. I sat down a few rows in front of him and kept an eye on him, in case I get an opportunity to strike.
There it was. He closed his eyes, leaning against the window and I knew it was my only chance. Since I was a kid, I learned how to let my conciousness leave my physical body, wandering around the near emptiness of the world around me. It got even better when I realized, taking over somebody elses body is even funnier. For me at least.
I closed my eyes, and focused on my goal. In a few minutes, I could feel my mind leaving that body. A pretty young stud, a very big dick and big arms. Even though, after fucking all of his friends and many strangers, it got pretty boring. Plus, he got more and more annoying trying to get back into control. He shall have it back then, a weak body is no use for me anyways.
So I left the body, and without a second glance back I made my way to my new host. I was hovering in front of his pretty face, ran a hand through his hair, a long his jaw to his ear. Fuck. The perfect host. I moved to his back and began to infiltrate his precious body. Slowly, I hugged him from behind, my arms around his chest, wrapping him into a tight hug.
He took a deep breath, which I used to enter his body through his mouth. The soldier chocked once, coughed a few times and opened his eyes. Unable to catch his breath, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. Inside, he drank some water, his throat sore from me sliding inside him. But I wasnt wasting any time. I invaded his conciousness, seeing him standing there. I approached him from behind, and put my hand on his shoulder.
“The fuck.” He flinched, looking into the mirror. Checking his eyes, his mouth and his neck, he sighed in relief. Time for me to strike. I easily took control of his limbs, the easiest part. I raised his hand, running his fingers a long his jawline through his scruffy beard.
“Not bad for a start.” I made him grin, his eyss slowly changing in color. “Whos there?” He said, voice shaking slightly. He knew I was with him, but je couldnt see me. Turning around, slightly panicking, he tries to get back in control, but Im a professional.
“Im your new master.” I said using his voice, turning back to the mirror, smirking deviously. “What? I? I must be dreaming.” He thought, unable to use his voice. “Boy. This isnt a dream.” I say seriously, and run a hand through his hair, across his face, checking every angle. “Not for you that is.” I giggled.
“What are you? This is my body.” He groaned, while I started to flex at my reflection. “Fuck yeah.” I said, enjoying how his muscles bulge against the fabric of the uniform, so tight, so good. I got hard instantly. “Dude. STOP.” He thought, as I started to stroke his chest firmly, before umbuttoning his camo shirt. “Why? Im need to see the goods.” I smirked, pulling up the shirt, having a good look at his well trained body.
“Oh yea.” I said, biting the my lower lip. “THIS IS INSANE. STOP.” He tried his best to overpower me, but no way Im letting that happen. “Soldier boy. Were gonna have somw fun.” I smirked again, grabbing his cock through the uniform pants, rubbing it against the palm of his hand. “Massive. Not bad.” I said, opening his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles.
“Wait. No please.” He stuttered, but I didnt care. “Trust me, this is fun.” I pulled his boxers down, and looked at his huge meat, standing at attention, leaking slightly. Without any further ado, I started jerking off, quickly, firmly, enjoying how it felt using this fresh body. The soldier moaned, screamed and fought back, but once I shot the first load, he was powerless.
“Dont do that, please.” He begged, his voice getting silent. “Its just the beginning.” I smiled, getting dressed again, leaving the restroom. I sat back down, took his stuff and at the next stop, I will look for some fun.
Its Lennards first day at work as a cop, but he loves it already. He loves how the uniform flatters his muscular body, how his biceps bulge inside the jacket and how his thighs looked even bigger, pressed into the tight pants.
Now, he sits in a car next to his new Partner, Michael. An older, more experienced officer, who was meant to teach Lennard everything he needs to know. In the afternoon, the shift nearly over, they sit side by side, having lunch break.
Lennard took a deep bite from his sandwich, when suddenly, Michaels phone starts vibrating in his pocket. “Gotta take this.” He growls, fishes for his phone, his mouth filled with food. “Hello?” He says, swallowing hard, and then, he stopped moving at all. His body language changes instantly. He gets stiff and rigid, his arms start to bulge even harsher and his upper body leans back against the seat.
“Are you, ok?” Lennard says worryingly, leaning forward to check his eyes. They seem vacant, empty, life less. “Yes.” He suddenly says in a monotone voice, before he leans forward, turning the radio on. A strange sound starts playing, ringing through every fiber of Lennards body. “Dude, the fuck.” He scuffs, reaching for the radio but Michael stops him easily. “Yes.” He says, firmly holding Lennards wrist with one hand.
In one swift motion, Michael wraps his arm around Lennards neck, choking him vehemently. “Fuck. Whats wrong with you?” He groans, trying to fight him off, but slowly, the music starts to invade his mind. Something, some voice, is talking underneath the rhythmic sounds.
“Let me go!” He hit Michael with his elbow, but he is just strong. For a little while, he fights for air, but he just gets enough to not faint. Then, suddenly, he felt at ease. A voice telling him not to resist, to give in, to let go and relax.
His body gets weak, his eyes unfocus and his arm drop to the side of his body. Carefully, Michael puts Lennard back on to the seat, and places his phone right next to his ear.
“Lennard. Can you hear me?” A smooth voice says, sending shivers down his spine. “Yes.” He replies, in a robotic voice. “Very good. Im so happy youre finally hear. I couldnt wait any longer to finally see you in that uniform. You should now, that half of the guys at the station are my playthings. And I needed to habe you, since the day I met you.”
Lennard starts drooling, his mind waiting for another command. “For now, this will do. We dont wanna rush it.” The man says, and there is excitement in his voice. “Now, Lennard, I sent a video to this phone. Play it, and let Michael watch too. He did good today.” The voice giggles, and Lennard does as hes told.
He opens the messages, clicks on the link and a video starts playing. Some sort of spiral, mixed with different messages hidden beneath the shiny colors and vibrating sounds. “Just focus on the video officers.” The voice rings through the speakers.
The video plays, and the two men sit there, their minds slowly fading even further away. Michael, who had watched this a couple of times before, unzipps his pants, and pulls his throbbing cock out of his tight trousers. Instantly, he starts jacking off, quickly, like it is drilled into him.
Lennard, who is still resisting, tries to snap out of it, hearing the moans of his new partner. “What? Is this?” He moans once, reaching for the phone, but again, Michael stops him.
“Michael, why dont you help Lennard, relax.” The voice says, and Michael nods. “Yes.” He instantly grabs Lennards bulge, and starts rubbing his dick firmly. “Fuuuuck.” Lennard groans, trying to push him off, but his body isnt following his commands anymore.
With his eyes stuck at the spiral, he could just watch this man he never met before, unbutton his pants, and pulling his erect dick out of his boxers. “No, please.” He whispers, barely able to breathe. “Lennard. Listen to me.” The voice says loudly, and like a button pushed, his eyes got vacant and his body weak.
“This is your first step. Trust me, you will enjoy it once were done.” Michael starts sucking Lennards massive meat, and to his horror, it feels so good. “You will learn what it means to obey, to serve your master. To be mine.” The voice says, the words burning into Lennards mind.
“Obey. Serve.” He stutters, Michael still sucking him off. Now, he begins thrusting into the mans mouth, a reflex that he couldnt help but do, again and again. “Lennard. Once we meet, I will touch your shoulder and speak those words.”
“Time to serve, officer.”
Lennard gasps, when Michael flinches once, seemingly conditioned with the same phrase.“
"You will get back into this state, as long as I tell you to. You wont have any memory of this, at least not one you can access.”
“Mhmmm” Lennard moans, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Now, once you cum into your partnes mouth, you wont be able to resist anymore. You will follow my orders. You will obey. Understood.”
The man says in a serious tone. “Yes. Sir.” Lennard moans quietly, so close to cumming.
“Now, cum.” With that signal, he shoots a massive load into Michaels mouth, once, then twice. His dick twitching from all the pressure. Lennards groans loudly, and sits there motionless. Michael lets go of his cock, and starts touching himself again, cumming instantly.
“Very good, officers.” The voice says, and the video stops. “Now, clean yourselfes, help each other putting your uniforms back on.” Lennard takes the initiative and gets Michael dressed again, then Michael does the same for Lennard.
“Are you done?” The man asks. “Yes. Sir.”
“Good. Now. Delete the video from your phone, Michael.” And he does. The two officers sit there, fully dressed, the air filled with lunch and cum.
“Officers. I want you to do as follows. When I end the call, you will be yourselfes again. You wont remember anything unless I demand it. I will visit you soon, Lennard. Be ready.”
The call ends and the two men return back to normal.
How does it feel, wearing that jacket? Does it make you feel strong? Big? Masculine? Yes. Of course. And it comes with an added bonus.
You dont have to worry anymore, about anything. Just let go of your thoughts, let your heavy mind breathe freely. Everything, so heavy. Your arms, legs, knees, feet, your shoulder, elbows and your back. So heavy.
Just focus on me, follow my voice, deep down into your heavy heart. Doesnt it feel good to follow orders? You dont have to think anymore. Just get big. Train your body, let go of your mind.
Focus on me, my hand on your forehead. Follow my finger, from left to right, right to left. So calm, so relaxing. I can see you still resisting, but that wont change anything.
When I am done with you, you will be happy to serve me. Happy to be on your knees, mouth open, waiting for your meal.
“So, Josh, you coming back to my place?” A voice rings through every fiber of Josh’s body, and for a second, he regains his composure and looks around. He’s sitting in a crowded bar, a glass of beer half empty on the table, and a very handsome guy sitting right in front of him.
“What?” Josh says breathlessly, his head so heavy, his eyes hurting and his body just reluctantly following his orders. “I asked you to come back to my place.” The handsome man smiles, and runs a hand through his neat hair. Josh blinks, and rubs his forehead. “What is this?” He stutters, looking down at the table, and back to the mans face, who hides a grimace behind a seductive grin.
“Come on, you hooked me up on Grindr.” He scuffs, raises his hand and starts fiddling with the ring on his finger. Josh frowns, his eyes stuck at the shining piece of gold. “I did?” He says slowly, lowering his hands. “Yeah, are you okay?” The man comforts him, placing a hand on his. Simultaneously, he extended his leg, to reach Joshs calves. With the tip of his leather shoe, he strokes him again and again, calming him down.
“Yes, it’s okay.” He moans deeply, and closes his eyes. But now, a voice rings through his body again, the mesmerizing, overpowering voice of this guy.
“Its okay big boy. Its what you are made to be. Just relax. Let me guide you. Obey me. Obey.”
He opens his eyes, meeting the gaze of the strange man right away. With the mans eyes shining lightly, his mouth forms into a huge smile. “So, what do you say?” He asks again, stroking himself through his tight leather jacket. “Yes. Yes please.”
Triumphantly, the man gets up and motions for Josh to follow his lead. Like a drone, he runs after him and gets into a car. With both man inside, the stranger plugs headphones into Joshs ear, starts his playlist and they take off. Just a quick introduction, deeper into Joshs subconsciouness.
During the ride, Josh lets out multiple moans, groans and growls, both of his hands on his crotch, rubbing against his cock, pleasing himself. “Very good.” The man smirks, touching himself as well.
At his house, he unplugs the headphones, Josh unable to think straight, drools and leans his head back against the seat. “The perfect specimen.” He growls and runs his fingers along Joshs jawline, through his beard, his lips, his neck and down his chest. “Lets go, boy.”
He pats his chest, and the two of them head inside. “Wait here, stud.” The man pats his shoulder, and leaves the room. Joshs body sways back and forth, slowly losing his balance. Just in time, the man returns and stands in front of him. “Just another step, boy. You can rest soon.” He strokes his face. “Kneel.”
Josh gets down, and opens his mouth, as he is now conditioned to. The man lifts his chin, before sticking three fingers into his mouth, slowly moving them back and forth, making him gag. “Thats good. Good boy.” He smirks, runs a hand around his head and pulls him against his bulging crotch. “Take a good sniff, you will get it soon.”
Josh moans, and licks the mans cock through the jeans. “Ambitious. Adorable.” He scuffs.
Officers Ramirez and Kahn are on their way to a small house a little out of town, a man called 911 about an attempted break in. Just the usual stuff. They were partners for a while now, working out together in their free time and drinking beer after a long, exhausting shift.
Kahn parks the car in the driveway, the sun setting behind a thick line of trees. He looks around, a few more houses, no people in sight. “Huh.” He frowns. “What?” Ramirez lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles. “Nothing. Lets get it over with.”
They walk towards the main entrance, the door opens, and a rather young, small man stands there, wearing a doctors clothing. “Hello. You Mr. Thomson?” Ramirez says, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, please come in.” The men leads the two officers into the living room, everything neatly organized, filled with books, flowers and man different paintings.
“So, why are we here?” Kahn asks, resting one of his hands at his waist while checking his suroundings. “Yeah. Uh. I came home after a long shift, and found two windows broken.” The man says, rubbing the back of his head. “One here in the living room, the other further down the back.” Kahn and Ramirez exchange a knowing look and nod.
“I’ll stay here, you take a look back there.” Kahn motions down the hallway and Ramirez agrees. “Gotcha.” The man smiles nervously, and stutters. “I- I will show you the way.” He says and leads Ramirez away, through the house into another, smaller room, a bed room.
The officer spots the broken glass on the floor right next to the open window and takes a step closer. But before he can open his mouth to say something, the man grabs his wrist, and pinches his neck. “Officer Ramirez. Its time to let go."The man says, his voice now deeper, more seductive. The cops eyes go wide, his pupils expand and his body stiffens.
"Officer. Can you hear me?” The man leans in, whispering into his ear. “Yes. Sir.” Ramirez growls. “Good boy. Now sit on the bed and wait for me to return.” The man lets go off his body, and Ramirez walks to the bed, sitting down. Running a hand through his hair, the man smirks triumphantly. “One down.” It was easy, since Ramirez is his newest toy, easily entranced. Obedient.
He makes his way back to Kahn, whos kneeling over some shattered glass, taking pictures. “There you are.” Kahn grunts and gets up. “I saw you have cameras?” He nods and motions for the multiple cameras around the house. “Oh right, I have the footage on my phone, give me a second.” The man pulls out his smartphone, unlocks it and opens a file. “Take a look.” He hands Kahn the phone, and as soon as the officer looks at the screen, it starts flashing wildly, again and again, in various colours and paces. “Whats this?” Kahn blinks a few times, but is unable to look away. “Its okay officer, just keep watching.” The man grins deviously, places a hand at the cops neck, holding him in place.
It doesnt take long for him to start swaying back and forth, his eyes grow heavy and he breathes deeply. “How does it feel, officer.” Kahns eyes unfocus, as he opens his mouth, drooling. “Warm.” Nodding, the man grabs his wrist gently, and pinches his neck. “Can you hear me, officer.”
Kahn nods. “Good. From now on, you will enter this state of mind, whenever I tell you to let go.” Whispering right into Kahns eyer, he breathes against his skin. “Do you understand?” The cop nods slowly, and drops the phone. “Yes. Sir.” The man lets go of his neck, and pats his back. “Good pup.” He walks around him, enjoying the built of his newest toy. “We should start training. Follow me.”
He leads Kahn into the back room, where Ramirez is waiting on the bed, drooling. “Stay.” Kahn stops in the middle of the room, his eyes foggy and vacant. The man looks for his purse, and pulls it out of the tight uniform. “Ramirez, get up and feel Officer Kahns pecs, while you flex, Kahn.”
“Yes sir.” The two man growl in unsion, and do as theyre told. Ramirez walks up in front of his partner, and starts touching him. “Do you like it?” The man says prouldy. “Yes.” Kahn says, deeply hypnotised. “Now, Ramirez. Open his trousers and pull them down.”
“Yes sir.” He does as hes told, exposing Kahns briefs. “Ramirez. Get on your knees, and make love to his bulge.”
“Yes sir.” He buries his face into the briefs, kissing his cock through his underwear. Kahn grunts lowly. The right moment. The man grabs his neck again, whispering into the officers ear.
“Officer Kahn. You were born to serve, born to please, born to protect. From now on, you will serve me, please me, and protect me, whenever I tell you to. You will be mine, you will follow all of my commands without question.”
“Do you understand?” The man pinches the officer firmly, making him moan. “Yes sir.”
“Good boys.” He looks down at the big stud, making love to his partner. Both of their cocks tenting harshly.
“Officer Kahn. Time to finish our first lesson. I want you to focus on this.” He grabs a pair of headphones from the night stand and covers Kahns ears. He starts the playlist from his laptop, rythmic music, with many different commands buried underneath.
“Ramirez. Remove his underwear and suck his cock, swallow his whole load, and make sure nothings left on his skin.”
“Yes sir.” The officer wastes no time, and follows his commands, taking Kahns long, throbbing cock fully in his mouth. The man smirks, walks around the two man, and starts touching them, their bodies, pecs, arms, their necks, touching himself while hes at it.
Not two minutes later, Kahn shoots a massive load into Ramirez’ mouth, both man moaning slowly. Kahns eyes roll back into hid head, his mouth drooling and his nipples piercing through uniform. “Good boy.” He pats Ramirez head. “Get him dressed, and wash your mouth. Pig.” The man grunts.
Now, the two man stand there, and he leads them back to the main entrance. “Officers. I want you to listen closely. I will set you free now, and you wont remember anything that happened today.” He searches for Kahns phone, takes his thumb to unlock it and plants his number into it. “Kahn. When I call you, you take it. You will obey. Understand?”
“Yes sir.” He pats his neck firmly. “Good.”
He snaps his finger and the two men blink quickly. They look around and focus on the man. “Thank you Officers, everything is settled.” Kahn and Ramirez nod, and leave the house.
I open the door and walk through the hallway right into the living room, spotting him. Yosef, a dear friend of mine, is standing in the middle of the room, motionless, his chin resting on his chest and his arms hanging down. Just as I love him.
I conditioned him to go under every time I send him a special voice message. A little command I inplanted deep in his mind, he is the perfect specimen for this experiment. Of course, he isnt aware of this at all. Thats even more exciting. Yosef would unlock the door, dress up in one of his many track suits, adidas is my favorite, and wait for me, his master.
Good boy, just how I like you. I think to myself and walk up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to him, whispering right into his ear. “Thats right, well done.” I say, massaging his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his jacket on my skin.
He opens his mouth, and growls deeply. I lift his head gently, and have a look into his beautiful, empty eyes. Unable to focus, and completely vacant, he stares into the void. “Thats it.” I grin, touching my erect cock through my pants.
I walk behind him, and hug him from behind, running my hands across his chest, his tits, nipples until I unzip his jacket, and grab his bare chest. Yosef breathes deeply, and I feel his whole body react to my touch. Every fiber of his body gets stiff and rigid, including his massive cock now tenting in his joggers.
My hands slip inside his trousers, and I grab his leaking meat, starting to jerk him off. He begins to thrust against my hand, and I slirk deviously. “Finally.” I lick his ear, making him moan. But before he cums, I release him, and walk around once more. “On your knees.” I demand, and he does. Instantly, he presses his head against my crotch, licking me through my bulging jeans.
“You hungry?” I open my pants, pull them down, including my underwear and he begins to suck my dick. I was waiting for this moment for a month now. And it feels so good.
Pasquale was so happy when he finally got his bike license. As always, safety goes first, so he visited a little bike shop out of town. A few of his friends, and the reviews on google told him that this place is worth its money.
He slid into the leather pants, leather jacket, gloves and boots, loving how the whole attire formed around his skin, his muscles and his whole body. Something felt off though. Somehow, he felt a tickling sensation on his skin, draining him, but making him happier than before at the same time.
Stepping outside, the owner handed him a fitting helmet, with a sly grin on his face. “Found this in the back, limited stock.” He said, his voice sounding deeper than before. Pasquale got turned on by this, feeling his cock already bulging against the tight leather pants. Maybe this was just the excitement, the arrousal of wearing a leather outfit. “Thanks” He nodded, and put the helmet on.
As soon as it went down his face, it happened. The helmet sent out a high pitched sound, virbrating through every fiber of hid body. Without being able to fight back, his mind got overpowered easily. Just 29 seconds later, his whole body went stiff and rigid. His eyes went vacant, and his mind dull. Pasquale let out a soft moan, his voice muffled by the helmet.
“Very good dude.” The owner rubbed his hands and took a step closer towards the leather man. “Told you, youd look hot.” He said, taking a good look of Pasquale from every angle. Then, he hugged him from behind, feeling his pecs, his arms, his chest, his hips, down to his crotch, feeling his rock hard cock through the pants.
“Now. Give the suit what he desires.” The owner whispered, and instantly, Pasquales body compulsed slightly, as he shot load after load into his pants. The suit taking this gift quickly. The man lead him to the back of the shop, placed him in a corner and enjoyed hearing the young man releasing himself time and time again as the suit reprogramed Pasquales mind, making him a leather drone for his new master.
Officer Ramirez stood in front of the mirror, awaiting todays shift to begin. He was still at home, but in about 20minutes, he had to leave to the station. Ramirez enjoyed flexing at himself. For around a month now, hes been hitting the gym like crazy. He wasnt like that all his life, more like, quite the opposite actually.
For the love of god, he couldnt remember why or what made him work out every day. But he didnt mind seeing his well formed body bulging against the fabrics of his now tight uniform. He enjoyed the looks he got, from men and women alike, and how he could beat up anyone standing in his way.
Suddenly, his pocket started vibrating, a phone call obviously. He pulled his phone out and took the call. “Yeah?” He said quickly.
“Time to let go.” A voice rang into his ear, and immediately, his eyes blanked out and lost focus. Still holding the phone close to his ear, he started groaning underneath his breath while rubbing his own cock tenderly.
“Are you alone?” The voice said firmly. “Yes.” Ramirez said in a dull voice, his once so manly tone slowly fading away. “Open the door.” He hung up and made his way towards the main entrance. A rather small man stood there, wearing a puffer jacket, jeans, leather boots, sunglasses and a black cap. “Very good.” The man said and walked past him.
Ramirez closed the door and followed him back to the living room. “Time to see the goods.” The man smirked, snapped his fingers and watched Ramirez flex instantly. “Lets see.” He said, walking around Ramirez, who stood there drooling.
“Nice arms.” The man started touching the officer everywhere. His biceps, shoulders, his neck, running his fingers through his scruffy beard. Ramirez moaned everytime he touched him, and his dick twitched inside his pants. “Youre doing good boy.” Running a hand along his waist line, the man felt his muscles move underneath the uniform.
“Looks much better doesnt it?” Ramirez nodded. “Yes, sir.” The man, seemingly happy with his work, hugged Ramirez from behind, touching him firmly. “Just a few more weeks, youll look so good next to my bed.” He whispered into the officers ear, who let out a long guttural groan once again.
At last, the man grabbed Ramirez cock firmly, and rubbed his hand against the massive meat twitching wildly. “Be patient, you wont cum until I allow it.” Holding himself back, the officer drooled even harder. “Very good.” The man walked around him once more, and pat his cheek, making Ramirez smile derpily.
“Now.” He said and walked towards the door, but the cop stood still. “Its time to come back.” At this words, Ramirez whole body went riggid, and he regained his composure. “Wow. I must have blanked out again.” He giggled and went back into the bathroom, touching his erect dick on the way, while the man quietly left the scene.
Derek heard a voice ringing through the speakers in every corner of the room. He just woke up from being chloroformed inside his own house. A masked intruder broke in, subdueing him with a strong and tight choke hold.
“Who are you?” He groaned, his eyes slowly adapting to the darkness hovering in the air all around him. Derek tried to move his arms, but in shock, he noticed that he was chained to the brick wall behind him. “The hell.” He pulled at his arms, but it was no use. Looking down at his body, he saw that he was shirtless, only wearing a blue, stained pair of shorts.
“Does it turn you on?” The voice asked again, this time, in a menacing tone. Derek panicked, desperately pulling at his arms. Then, a door opens at the opposite side of the room, and a huge, bulky man steps inside. Wearing a leather outfit, sunglasses and smoking a cigar.
“Who are you?” Derek stuttered, trying to back down, but the was a wall. The man didnt say a word, instead, he covered Dereks mouth with his gloved hand firmly. “Shut your dirty mouth.” He growled, before leaning in closely. “A slave talks when the master allows it.” The man smirked deviously, and blew smoke right into his face.
Dereks whole body stiffened, and in his horror, his cock hardened as well. He hoped the man wouldnt notice, but it was too late. “Nice package.” Now he started grinding his crotch against Dereks, who tried to hold back a soft moan.
“Thats right, we’ll have fun tonight.” The man wrapped his hand around Dereks neck, who knew he wasnt going away any time soon.
Lukas was just minding his own business, taking a short cut through an alley way when that strange, but handsome looking man approached him. Something about this man was strange. He was wearing a black, biker leather jacket, leather pants and his hair, was really messy.
At first, Lukas wanted to take a step back, but that man put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed his body, so tight, that he couldnt move anymore. But Lukas didnt feel any pain, instead, a warm, comforting feeling spread across his whole body.
The man told him, that he can get anything he wants, anything he desires for a simple price. Wearing the mans leather jacket. Unable to think clearly, he nodded, and quickly, the stranger took of the leather, swung it around Lukas shoulders and smirked.
Instantly, Lukas’ mind was flashed with different images, different mantras, different voices. His dick hardened harshly, as he let out a long, guttural moan. “Feels good, huh?” The man giggled, and helped Lukas inside the leather jacket. Without hesitation, Lukas creamed his underwear, with multiple loads of cum.
The jacket was slowly, but steadily taking over him and he was awarded with streams of endorphins pumping through his veins. “Fuck.” Lukas groaned, leaning back against the house. Before he could react, the man dropped down to his knees, and sucked Lukas’ throbbing cock. His mind was overcome with pleasure, and once he came into that mans mouth, his mind was plagued by one thing.
Obey.
Since then, Lukas spent most of his time working out, toning his body, and wearing that jacket every where he went. He loved the feeling of his muscles bulging against the leather, the way he looked tougher than usual. The jacket awarded him with more and more orgams, it just needed a host to live, and Lukas was a perferct fit.
He looked after hisself, got a new haircut and changed everything about him. He went to clubs, skipped university and had a new toy every night. Men, women, he didnt care. He was programed to obey, the jacket controlling his every move.
Like a drug addict, Lukas wasnt letting anything happen to his jacket, he kept it with him 24/7. Nothing could tear them apart.
Sherrif O'Riley thought he had me all figured out. I made a mistake and got caught with my latest price struggling in the trunk of my car. Stupid faggot Mark, I picked him up at a bar, and drugged him. Just for fun, it felt good to dominate other men. It made me hard just fantasizing about it, but I came into my pants when I did it the first time.
Now, O'Riley brought me into the Sherrifs departement, late at night. He escorted me into the basement, where I had to get undressed. Stupid old man, had a nice look at my meat when I stripped. I could tell he was into that stuff, by the way he wasnt able to look away. Sure, make sure Im unarmed. I get it.
“Good boy.” He cuffed my hand. “Now give me the other hand.” I growled, but I knew I had no chance, yet. Just then, the telephone rang, and he ordered me to stand by the wall, sure old man. With his back turned to me, I realized that this was it. My biggest chance yet.
No one was around, no other fucking pig in sight. Smirking, I tiptoed towards O'Riley. Standing right behind him, I smelled his cologne, mixed with sweat from the 10 hour shift. It made me hard, but I needed to focus. I watched the camera turn to the other side, and luckily, he hung up.
Instantly, I wrapped the handcuffs around his neck, choking him from behind. It was easy to dominate him. Hes a pig, sure, but old and weak without his gun. He tried to reach for it, but I put more pressure on his neck as I pulled him into the locker room around the corner.
“Stop.” He groaned in distress. “Make me.” I hissed, and angrily, pulled at the cuffs. “Arghaga…” He tried to scream, but nothing but low groans came out of his mouth. At the same time, I felt adrenaline rush through every fiber of my body. This was it, my dick harder then ever, while he struggled to breathe.
O'Riley dropped to his knees, his whole body dropping down, as I released him from my hold. Dont know if he was out cold, dont care honestly. Quickly, I opened the handcuffs, and threw them away. “Good boy.” I mocked, and kicked his lifeless body.
I ran a hand through my hair, and walked casually through the room, when I decided to take his uniform, easy as that. I undressed him, without giving a fuck. I laughed when I saw his stained briefs. Fucker pissed himself while I nearly came into mine. His ill fitting uniform felt good though, and I looked the part.
I took a cap from the counter, dragged his body into another corner and left the room, avoding the cameras with easy. I found a pair of car keys in his pockets, and took his cop car. It smelled like him, and smoke. Nobody asked me any questions. They werent too many people there, and a good looking man, can talk his way out of any situation.
I lit up cigarette and checked the reflection in the rare view mirror. “Fuck youre hot.” I smirked and drove away.
“Whats in that drink again? It tastes funny” The jock said, taking another sip from the bottle I handed him. “Just a protein shake, bro.” I said, running a hand through my sweaty hair. I met him a month ago, on a little football field outside of town, right next to some woods. Since I saw him wearing a tight football kit, I knew I needed to have him.
He shrugged, emptying the bottle at once. “Thank you, I needed that.” Smiling derpily, he bend down to pick up his bag, but he tripped, just barely steadingy himself against the goal post. “I thank you."I smirk, watching his eyes losing focus, while he rubs his forhead. "Im so dizzy.” He groaned, and I bit my lips. “Are you okay, bro?” I say confortingly, checking our surroundings. No one in sight, lucky me.
“I dont know, I-” His eyes roll back into his skull, as he collapsed right into my arms. “Good boy.” I swiftly catch him, and without wasting anymore time, I dragged his massive body right into the woods. “What…are….where am I?” He moaned as he woke up inside my arms, with me hugging him from behind.
“Everything is fine, Im here.” I said, gently stroking his cheek, running my fingers along his soft lips. He started moving, but I already restrained him. His legs, wrists and body tied up, he was unable to move an inch. “What did you-” He growls but it was enough. I quickly gagged him, and taped his mouth shut. “Shhh. Dont worry, Ill be gentle.” I smirked and started to touch him. His neck, his massive shoulders, his tits, abs and further down to his cock.
“Mhmmm” He protests, but, still being weake ned by the sedative I mixed into his drink, I easily over powered him. “Youre mine now.” I firmly grab his massive meat through his shorts, rubbing him intensely. Shaking, he foughr back, but that just turned me on even harder. “Youre a fighter, I hoped so.” I slap his cheek teasingly before I got up and dragged him to the trunk of my jeep. “We’ll have some fun at home, boy.”
I love working as a psychiatrist, even more when I learned everything there is about hypnosis. I love seeing people go under, especially young, hot men. I tried to contain myself, but once or twice, I had some fun with those men.
One of those men, Daniel, came to me about a month ago. Stressed out from his job as a soldier, completely stiff and close to a burn out, he asked me for help. I told him about the immense help of hypno therapy, and he agreed to try it out. Now, 4 sessions in, I implanted some commandos deep into his mind, and today, I will help him relax.
“Are you ready, Daniel.” I say confortingly, my hands on my knees. He nods and closes his eyes. “Now, concentrate on my voice, leading you down the stairs, deep into your mind.” I rub my cock through my pants, snap my fingers and his eyes open, just to roll back into his head.
His body relaxes fully, and I cant help myself but enjoy the look of this man under my control. “Daniel.” I place a hand on his shoulder, while he moans softly. I imprinted into his mind, to feel arroused every time I touch him.
“Its time” Drooling, he gets up from the chair, and follows me into the back room. “Stop.” I say and he follows my orders instantly. Daniel is standing in the middle of the white room, my fun room. “Strip.” I snap my fingers and his body twitches once, before he opens his shirt, slowly, one button at a time.
Licking my lips, I stroke myself as I feel my rock hard dick tenting in my pants. I smirk once his shirt drops to the floor, and he pulls his jeans down, including his wet boxers. His dick, throbbing beautifully, standing at attention.
“Good boy.’ I smirk again, walking around him, checking him. "Now kneel, boy” I whisper into his ear, enjoying his groaning as he bends down. I lay a hand around his neck, and he gives into my touch, moaning deeply. “Thats right.” His dick shoots a huge load, spreading his cum across the floor.
Rubbing his head against my crotch, I stroke him for a while, before I walk around, unbuttoning my trousers. I pull my throbbing dick out, and slap him with it. “Mine?” He grows derpily, before a shy smile creeps onto his face. “Suck.” I snap my fingers again, and he takes my cock into his mouth.
I wrap my hands around his head, making sure to keep him in place. “Mhhhhmmm.” He moans, as I thrust into his mouth, again and again. A little while longer, I cum into his mouth, letting out a guttural groan.
I pull his head away, and lift his chin with my fingers. “Good, good boy.” I say and watch his dick twitching manically as he shoots two more loads. “Get up. Clean yourself.” I tell him, touching myself again, while he cleans the cum of his cock and body. “Its done, Daniel.” I say, and he gets dressed again, following me back into the main room, back on to his chair.
One last time, I enjoy the sight of this man before I bring him back. “Wake up, Daniel.’ Snapping my fingers, I smile as he opens his eyes. "Wow.” He growls, rubbing his eyes, his chest and his thighs. “How do you feel?” I say, hiding a smirk behind a polite smile. “So much better, thanks.” I nod, we shake hands and I watch him leave, rubbing his cock when he thinks I wouldnt notice.
“A few more sessions, and youll feel much better.” I say and we part ways.
I was just walking down the street, to my girl friends apartment, when something catched my eye.
It was a beautiful arabic looking man, wearing a black sheep skin leather jacket. His hair looked so good, and even though I am straight, I couldnt look away. Then, his eyes met mine, those beautiful brown eyes. He smirked, and my legs started shaking. I had never felt anything like this before.
As soon as I got close enough, I smelled it. His delicious scent, clouding my thoughts and my mind. Intoxicated, I felt my power fade away. My whole body was longing for this man, but how. I tried to shake it off, bu once he was right next to me, I lost control.
I stopped right in the middle of a street, looking after that man, who didnt even bother to glance back at me. Every fiber of my body wanted to run after him, undress him on the spot and fuck him. He turned into back alley, a shortcut I assumed, and I couldnt help myself but walk right after him.
Once I entered the vacant alley way, I saw him, casually leaning against the cold brick wall. “You made it.” He grinned, his tender voice sending shivers down my spine. I couldnt think straight, I tried to say something, anything, but all I did was nod.
I walked right up to him, and the smell began to invade my mind again. Closing my eyes, I tried to pull away, but my body didnt follow my orders anymore. “Do you like it?” His deep, smooth voice ringing in my ears. “It doesnt work on just anyone.” He placed a hand at my neck, the feeling of him touching me making me hard.
I let out a long, suffering moan, causing him to chuckle. “Thats right. Good boy.” The man traced my lips with his thumbs, a sensational feeling. But then it hit me. I wasnt supposed to be here, with this stranger, and feeling the things Im feeling. I opened my eyes, and met his burning gace once more.
“Youre special.” He said calmly, and it felt like his eyes started spinning. Everything went numb, my body at the brinck of a collapse. I tried to get away, one last chance. Escape him, whatever hes doing to me, to stop him. But instead, he kept me close to him, pulling my head against his firm chest.
“Shh. Its okay boy. It will fade soon.” Unable to keep my eyes open, I gave in to him, his words, his smell, his touch. Everything made sense now. I was at peace with the world. He took me back to his place, and I stay there. Hes good to me, lets me touch him, or he fucks me straight after work. I never realised what I was missing with my ex. He is my man now. My master. My protector.
I will never forget the first time he took me. I just turned 20 a few days ago, and we had a party at a friends house. I was so drunk, but I needed to get home on my old bike.
It was way past midnight when I found myself on an empty road right next to massive open fields, just a few lights illuminated the road in front of me. Of course, me being drunk as fuck, riding my bike, there was no way for me to hide my altered state.
Just then, I heard a car approaching me from behind, and it was a police car, which easily overtook me and a light told me to stop. I was annoyed, but I wasnt going to fight a cop. When he get out of the car, I instantly felt intimidated. He looked bulky, huge arms and thighs bulging in his tight uniform.
I told him that I was drunk, and he made some tests, which I failed badly. He smirked slightly, and cuffed me. I tried to fight, but he was just too strong. He grabbed my neck, ordered me to shut the fuck up as he lead me to his car.
Sitting on the backseat, I felt the whole world spin in front of my eyes. Something felt so wrong, like a bad dream. I expected him to bring me to the station in the middle of town, but instead, we drove to a no tell motel, a scary place, with an empty parking lot. He parked the car, and turned to me. His beautiful face, so rough, so violent.
“If you scream, you will regret it.” He grunts, and grabs my neck with his leather gloved hands. “Do you understand?” He said, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I nodded. The grip around my neck got worse, and I was gasping for air. “You talk when I allow it, you wont look at me, you wont touch me.’ He said, his ember eyes glowing in the pale moonlight.
"You are mine now, I own you, you do as I say, or youll get punished.” He lifted my chin slightly, and even though I was scared for my life, I could do nothing but nod. He let go off my neck, and I finally took a deep breath.
Then I noticed my rock hard dick tenting in my trousers. Somehow, this turned me on like nothing before. Before I knew it, he pulled me out of the car and pushed me towards the house. Inside, he exhanged a knowing look with the man watching the hotel, and lead me into a room.
Instantly, I felt my heart racing, my legs giving in, and I let out a helpless whimper. “What are you-” He grunted angrily and pushed me onto the bed. “I fucking told you, havent I? He ran a hand through his slick hair, before he grabbed my neck again, easily picking me up. "Im in need for a new cumslut, and youre the perfect fit.” A content smile formed on his face.“
He threw me onto the bed, my hands still cuffed as he stood there, rubbing his large cock. "Youll like it, Im sure.” He growled, and reaches for soemthing inside his jacket. Tape. Shaking my head, I tried to get away but it was no use. He taped my mouth, several times, with me barely able to breathe. Everything happened so fast. He turned me around, and pulled my pants down completely. He pressed me against the matress and leaned in. “Youre not to look at me, at my dick. This is about me, not you. I dont fucking care about you. You are here to satisfy me.” Breathing down my neck, I couldnt help myself but rub my dick against the bed, already leaking precum.
The last thing I heard, was him opening his pants, before he entered my hole. He fucked me hard, thrusting faster and faster. I came multiple times, moaning against the tape. Hearing him groaning, grunting and breathing loudly made it harder to stay concious. Then, he came into me, his cum covering my ass, and my back.
After that, he bent down once more. “Good boy.’ I knew he enjoyed it, just as much as I did. I didnt dare look at him though, so I focused on his voice, on the sound of him getting dressed again. He took my purse, and took a picture of it, for my adress as he said.
He told me I was his tool now, to help him release some steam. I got dressed again, and he brought me back to my bike. "If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you.’ Were the last words of him, before he left. Now, 2 weeks later, Im waiting for him to take me again.
One week after Alex was abducted and sold to some russian guy, he finds himself locked up in the basement of a huge mansion. Completely naked, his hands and feet tied, he sat on the cold, stone floor, leaning against the dusty wall. His whole body was covered in cold sweat, dirt and old,and the sticky remains crusty cum from his previous sessions. To prevent him from screaming, he was gagged and taped, but he gave up on wasting his breath a while ago. The once so beautiful man looked wasted, his hair messed up, his skin dry and sore, as he stared into the empty room, his eyes dull, vacant and completely unfocused. The air was filled with the muffled screams of other young man, mixed with the sweaty scent of cum and blood.
Then, the door suddenly opened and two bulky men, dressed in black leather enter the room, looking at Alex with a emotionless expression. “вставай” one of them said, but Alex just sat there, completely motionless. Without wasting any more time, the grabbed his shoulders, picked him up and dragged him out of the room. Easily, the carry him through dusty, old catacombs filled with many cells just like the one Alex was kept in. He started to let out muffled moans, and his cock twitched a few times. Obviously, the conditioning seemed to be working quite well.
They entered another room, this one, however, had a huge tv screen at one side, a metal table standing right next to the wall, on top various tools, and a old, wooden chair in the centre. The two men placed him on the chair, strapped him to it and with one last look at the model, they leave. For a while, Alex sat there, still staring into the void, when another young man joins him inside the room. This one, wearing a nice, black tailored suit, looked totally different than the other more heavy-built guys from before.
“Там вы снова“ he says, caressing Alex shoulder to his neck, grabbing him to lift his head slightly. “Mphf.” Alex grunted barely hearable, but this wasnt him speaking at all. During the last few days, he had multiple sessions like these, to break his will, his body and to make him the perfect cum slave. Alexs’ was long gone, leaving his strong built body behind, for another man’s entertainment. “Я буду по тебе скучать“ The guy said and smiled deviously, while he prepared him for his last session.
He placed electrodes at every of his sensible spots, his nipples, his pecs, his treasure trail and around his cock, stimulating them instantly. Alex moans right away, as his dick started to leak pre-cum already. Before he left the room, he turned the Tv on, flooding the room with bright, colorful screens, planting one message inside the victims mind.
obey.
Satisfied, the man left, leaving him for about an hour, before returning to Alex, who, telling by his whole body covered ina fresh layer of cum, had multiple orgams. His eyes were empty, his dick rock-hard and the rest of his body twitched in excitement. “очень хороший мальчик” he said, releasing him form his restrains. Patting his cheek, he removed the tape, and the gag. “ты готов” The man smiled happily, because his newest subject was ready to turn into a personal slave for his master.
Alex was washed, his hair color changed and dressed in a white, tight shirt, thin, silk underwear and black suit pants. Ready to meet his new master. Proudly, he lead him into the mansion, into a huge room where one, older beefy man sat on a chair, who watched them approach him, rubbing his crotch. “Наконец-то” The older man stood up, and embraced Alex, taking a look at his new slave. He touched his chest, his big arms, the bulge in his pants and finally, his beautfiul face. “Идеально”.
One week after Alex was abducted and sold to some russian guy, he finds himself locked up in the basement of a huge mansion. Completely naked, his hands and feet tied, he sat on the cold, stone floor, leaning against the dusty wall. His whole body was covered in cold sweat, dirt and old,and the sticky remains crusty cum from his previous sessions. To prevent him from screaming, he was gagged and taped, but he gave up on wasting his breath a while ago. The once so beautiful man looked wasted, his hair messed up, his skin dry and sore, as he stared into the empty room, his eyes dull, vacant and completely unfocused. The air was filled with the muffled screams of other young man, mixed with the sweaty scent of cum and blood.
Then, the door suddenly opened and two bulky men, dressed in black leather enter the room, looking at Alex with a emotionless expression. “вставай” one of them said, but Alex just sat there, completely motionless. Without wasting any more time, the grabbed his shoulders, picked him up and dragged him out of the room. Easily, the carry him through dusty, old catacombs filled with many cells just like the one Alex was kept in. He started to let out muffled moans, and his cock twitched a few times. Obviously, the conditioning seemed to be working quite well.
They entered another room, this one, however, had a huge tv screen at one side, a metal table standing right next to the wall, on top various tools, and a old, wooden chair in the centre. The two men placed him on the chair, strapped him to it and with one last look at the model, they leave. For a while, Alex sat there, still staring into the void, when another young man joins him inside the room. This one, wearing a nice, black tailored suit, looked totally different than the other more heavy-built guys from before.
“Там вы снова“ he says, caressing Alex shoulder to his neck, grabbing him to lift his head slightly. “Mphf.” Alex grunted barely hearable, but this wasnt him speaking at all. During the last few days, he had multiple sessions like these, to break his will, his body and to make him the perfect cum slave. Alexs’ was long gone, leaving his strong built body behind, for another man’s entertainment. “Я буду по тебе скучать“ The guy said and smiled deviously, while he prepared him for his last session.
He placed electrodes at every of his sensible spots, his nipples, his pecs, his treasure trail and around his cock, stimulating them instantly. Alex moans right away, as his dick started to leak pre-cum already. Before he left the room, he turned the Tv on, flooding the room with bright, colorful screens, planting one message inside the victims mind.
obey.
Satisfied, the man left, leaving him for about an hour, before returning to Alex, who, telling by his whole body covered ina fresh layer of cum, had multiple orgams. His eyes were empty, his dick rock-hard and the rest of his body twitched in excitement. “очень хороший мальчик” he said, releasing him form his restrains. Patting his cheek, he removed the tape, and the gag. “ты готов” The man smiled happily, because his newest subject was ready to turn into a personal slave for his master.
Alex was washed, his hair color changed and dressed in a white, tight shirt, thin, silk underwear and black suit pants. Ready to meet his new master. Proudly, he lead him into the mansion, into a huge room where one, older beefy man sat on a chair, who watched them approach him, rubbing his crotch. “Наконец-то” The older man stood up, and embraced Alex, taking a look at his new slave. He touched his chest, his big arms, the bulge in his pants and finally, his beautfiul face. “Идеально”.
