#top to bottom

 his tank say do it but this boy has already done it. With a little urge from his boyfriend, who he usually forced into being the bottom, his dick is now securely locked in a plastic cage. It will take away his ability to get hard, but it will not stop him from becoming hornier and hornier. In a few seconds he will hand the key to his twink boyfriend, finally handing over his freedom. He is smiling now but as soon as the key is out of his hands his dick will start to swell and meet the inevitable resistance of the cage, pumping up his hormones making him hornier and hornier. He might be a strong and muscular jock but without his dick he is weak and easy to manipulate. His boyfriend will deny him orgasms at first but he will manage. Then He will start to beg for it, saying he will do anything to cum. Then the actual training begins. He will start wearing plugs on a daily basis to get some kind of pleasure, even if it makes his horniness worse. Then comes the time when he is tied to the bed by his boyfriend. The cage gets removed and he will be edged relentlesly. Every time he gets close to the edge his boyfriend turns on the vibrating plug in his ass. 

After a while his body starts to understand. Anal stimulation is the time to cum. The only chance at getting some kind of relief. It will be a very slow progress but at some point the virbrating plug will get him over the edge. Months of built up frustration will ooze out as  the connection in his brain is made. Then the cage is put back on and the cycle is repeated. He’ll be a good boy now, knowing that obeying will result in orgasm. In the end it is all a slippery slope from jock top to sub bottom. 

Oh boy, look at all those muscles. I bet you’ve worked really hard to get them. You must be proud of your broad muscular shoulders and rock hard abs. I even dare to bet that you prefer wearing shorts year round to show your thick legs to the world. It is so unfortunate that boys like you lose their innocence when they grow to be like this. I cannot stand their cocky attitude and desire to dominate. Oh boy what a shame it would be if you were to lose that all. My boyfriend just left me so I need a new one. You will do, but I want my boy to be docile and weak. 

Fall in love with me while you stare at me, not even noticing the changes occuring to your body. You start to lose height and your legs become thinner, making me tower over you like an adult next to a child. Slowly but surely the abs on your chest and belly start to shrink and soften. They are still visible when you flex hard enough, but otherwise you are flat and smooth. Your shoulder shrink down and they even out with the rest of your body. Years of lifting weights goes to waste while your big powerful arms deflate to leave you small and skinny. The than line on your chest, aqcuired by working out in the sun, wearing nothing but tiny shorts and revealing tank tops, evens out with the rest of your skin leaving you paler than ever. Under your shorts, your dick shrinks down and all pubic hair regresses back into your skin. Once you were packing a big manly dick, now you look boyish, especially compared to me. Following up, the hair on your legs disappear turning them into smooth twigs. 

The transformation finalizes with your face losing their manly features, softening your jawline and inflating your lips. You look around 19 now, actually being a 23 year old boy. Nobody will take you seriously with the cocky attitude you had, so it’s better to get familiar with listening, and following orders. 

I walk over to you and smile. Looking up to me I can clearly see your little dick trying to get hard in your tight briefs. I grab your chin and I notice you cannot keep yourself from moaning a little. ‘Welcome to your new life boy, let’s go home’, I whisper in your ear while pinching your tight little but. ‘Yes daddy.’ Your new submissive self moans.

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I knocked on the door of the big house. I felt a bit out of place here in my scruffy gym clothing but it did not matter. The Grindr hookup he was heading to was a hot bottom who said he was desperate to be fucked by me. Being a horny mess I could not refuse such an offer. 
The door was opened by the man whose face matched the profile. It was handsome young boy, in his early twenties, a little younger and shorter than me but definitely less muscular. He was wearing a white shirt with a sleeveless sweater and a red tie. His hair was perfectly styled in an old fashioned side part. He looked extremely formal compared to me and his proper appearance was a surprising turn on for me. He greeted me and welcomed me into his fancy place. He had a mild stutter which I liked. I prefered a bottom to have a low self esteem. ‘C-can I get you something to drink?’ He said sheepishly. I smiled at him. ‘No thanks let’s get to it, I’m horny.’ He wasn’t expecting such a direct approach and started to blush. ‘Of course! haha, come with me.’ I followed him into the living room. Not wanting to waste any time I grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards me. ‘I don’t know why but that tie is so arousing but you’re going to keep it on.’ I proceeded to grab his sweater to pull it off but he stopped me with a surprising amount of force. I could swear I saw a grin appear on his face as he grabbed my wrist. ‘Hold up for a second.’ His stutter had completely disappeared and his voice was firm. I froze, his words resonating in my mind. ‘Sit down, boy.’ For some reason, when he called me boy, my dick became even harder. It pointed outwards, visibly tenting in my gym shorts. He guided me towards a chair and I sat down. ‘I do not approve of my buddies looking like this. We will need to change your appearance a little.’ I wanted to object, not understanding what he meant but I was unable to say anything other than ‘Yes sir.’ He took a stance behind my chair, my body was frozen in place, my hands on my knees and my back straight. ‘Such lovely hair, it’s a shame you style it like this.’ He whispered while caressing my scruffy haircut. His soft fingers sent waved of pleasure through my body. Why did I enjoy this? He did this against my will! 

Suddenly I heard the buzzing sound of a pair of clippers. The could metal on my head surprised me but I still was not able to move. The boy started to hum while he went on to cutting off my messy hair. It only took him a few strokes to shorthen it a little. My dick had started to leak precum in my shorts. I was unable to comprehend what was happening but my body seemed to like it. After a few strokes of the clippers, soft moans started to escape my mouth. The boy started to smile. The clippers stopped buzzing and he grabbed a jar of gel. He applied a generous amount on his hands an started to massage it into my scalp. I started to moan louder, his firm grip on my skull was hypnotizing. My body relaxed and I regained movement, but I did not move. The feeling of him styling my hair was too good. He grabbed a comb a modeled my hair to perfection before holding a mirror in front of me. He had combed the front upwards and parted the side neatly. Gone was my messy gym haircut. I looked like a preppy young boy now, apart from my clothing. ‘Doesn’t that feel much better, boy?’ His last word made me shoot more precum into my shorts. ‘Yes sir.’ I muttered. 

He pulled me back into the chair and spent the next few minutes shaving my face until I was smooth again. My erection refused to subside and got even worse during the process. He finished by putting some aftershave on my face, the smell intoxicating me and making me moan even more. ‘Just relax boy, just submit. You were not meant to be in charge, just follow me.’ His words clouded my mind even further. ‘Yes sir.’ Was again all I could say. He then ordered me to stand up and strip. Obediently I took off my gym shorts and shirt. It had been quite tight before but it seemed to be tad too big for me now. Had I shrunk a little in the past few minutes? ‘Yes boy.’ He said, reading my mind. ‘You’re old size wasn’t suitable so I took care of it. Confused I inspected my body. I was still muscular but I could swear my muscles were smaller. He walked over to me carrying a big box. I had to slightly look up now, being shorter than him. From the big box he took a weird looking plastic device which I identified as a chastity cage. I had fucked bottoms before who liked to wear them. Not really my thing but it made them hornier which was nice. ‘Let’s get rid of that erection.’ He said softly. Suddenly my pulsating leaking hard cock started to shrink and soften. Obeying his commands it quickly turned flaccid but did not stop leaking precum. I moaned as waves of pleasure surged through my body. Although soft I felt like I was on the edge of cumming. He swiftly pulled my junk through the ring and used my precum to easily place the tube around my dick. The lock clicked in place and he put the keys back in the box. ‘that’s much better, boy. No more fucking for you.’ In a moment of clarity I stepped backwards. ‘What the fuck is happening?’ I shouted. I pulled on the cage but to no avail. I wanted to run away but once again my body stopped respoding. ‘Kneel.’ The preppy boy said firmly. My body obeyed and I dropped to my knees. From the box the boy grabbed a light pink dress shirt. ‘Let’s finalize your transformation’ He said while slipping on my chest. The soft cotton made my dick strain in it’s cage and a puddle of precum started to appear on the floor. He grabbed more clothing from the box and started to dress me. He buttoned the shirt all the way up and tucked it into a pair of white briefs. The underwear felt snug against my straining caged dick. He slid a pair of blue chinos over my legs and secured them around my waist with a brown leather belt. A dark blue jacked was put on me and white socks and brown boat shoes were put on my feet. Every piece of clothing he put on me made me hornier and hornier, clouding my mind again. I was enjoying every touch and the feel of the expensive clothing was extremely pleasurable. Then he put on the final piece, a blue striped tie. He knotted it and pulled it tight around my neck. Thoughts of expensive preppy suits and proper haircuts filled my mind. I was meant to look like this, a preppy formal boy. I was made to service rich and powerful men. It was my own desire to be turned into a good obedient boy by them. 

The boy pulled me in front of a big mirror. I could barely recognize myself. I was now a smooth uniformed and neatly styled boy. ‘Thank you sir.’ I muttered. He smiled. ‘Good boy. You are going to be trained by me now. I will teach you what it means to be a good boy. I will learn you how to obey men like me.’ ‘Yes sir’ I moaned again. He guided me back to the living room where he pushed me into the chair again. ‘Soft’. He said firmly and my dick immediately responded. it stopped straining against the cage and went limp. The tent in my chinos disappeared. He unbuttoned his own pants. ‘Open up.’ Instinctively I opened my mouth. Without hesitation he forced his hard cock into mine. ‘Accept it boy, this is the only one you will have from now on.’

‘Come on boys, smile! You will soon get used to wearing your new uniforms all day. Off you go to class!’ 

I encountered these former jocks at the gym, harassing other guys, smaller than them. At my school for doms and subs that is unacceptable and any graduates are nicely educated and kind boys. I therefore decided to take them in. With all authority in my voice as possible I called them over. Their bodies immediately responded to my command and they started to walk towards me. They looked confused since it was not their desire to do this, they were guided by an invisible force. ‘Strip’ I told the obedient jocks. Their expression darkened as they started to undress, stripping of their gym clothing down to their boxers. ‘Boxers too!’ Sheepishly they took off their underwear. Bare naked in the middle of the gym they regained control over their bodies. ‘What the fuck dude! You can’t do this to us!’ One of them said. The other started to run towards the locker room.  I snapped my fingers and both boys froze. ‘Come back and present!’ I shouted. Their faces turned blank as they walked back to me. Both boys put their hands behind their backs and spread their legs, presenting their muscular naked bodies to me. ‘You vandals are going back to school. I cannot tolerate such behaviour from grown up boys which you clearly are not. Let us begin with taking away some pride.’ I clapped my hands and two metal chastity cages appeared around their flaccid cocks. The locks locked themselves and the keys floated towards me, which I put around a big keychain I wore with me. ‘Two fine additions to the collection’ Finally, all pubic hair around the cages disappeared leaving them with smooth caged crotches. 

‘You are going to be taught what it means to be a proper boy. Since being a top turned you into mean jocks you will try the submissive track. Usually I do physical alterations too but I think it will be more humiliating for you if you have the body of a jock but the mind of a twink.’ I clapped again and all physical strength was sucked from their bodies. They were left with all the muscle they had previously, but no strength to use them. The smallest twink would be able to overtake them now. Their faces did not shift since I had locked them in a slightly smiling position. ‘You seem to be happy with the changes, boys. Glad to see that. Now let’s get you dressed.’ Suddenly a pair of white briefs appeared to cover their caged cocks. White shirts appeared on their chests which buttoned themselves. Grey shorts were the next items to appear over their firm butts. They were tight, extremely tight, showing off their bulges and bubble butts nicely. They were also the shortest I had in my arsenal of uniforms. If they behaved in class they might get longer ones. Ties with my school weapon tightened themselves around their necks and grey socks appeard on their feet, which pulled themselves up to their knees. Finally, a pair of shiny black shoes finished it all off. 

Their bodies were freed and they regained movement. However, they did not run away or anything. A slight alteration to their minds made sure that they remained compliant. Awkwardly they kept pulling on the shorts, trying to make them cover more of their legs, or hide their bulges, but to no avail. ‘These shorts are a sign that you are far from being adults. Now get out of the gym, you are only permitted to do light cardio.’ They nodded and walked away. They were programmed to know which class to go to next. A final snap of my fingers made them do a small jump. I smiled as they covered their asses with their hands. A softly vibrating plug appeared in their butts. That would increase the speed of their horniness build up, making them perform better in obedience based classes. 

I left the gym feeling satisfied. Two more vandals taken off the streets to be turned into obedient uniformed boys. 

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Michel was your slightly above average jock. He worked out frequently, maintained a nice physique, scored with the ladies, got good grades. In other words, his life was perfect. However, one day this all changed.

The crucial factor was the fact that he insulted a boy in his school. When he saw a boy staring at him he called him a faggot and spat on him. Until then he had no idea about his fate.

When Michel came home the boy he had bullied had already cursed him. The effects were already visible. Michel looked somewhat taller. He felt a strange feeling in his chest. When he went to the bathroom to checked he was surprised to see that his rock hard abs were fading away. After a few movements of his body all that was left were some small muscled. Enough to make him look good, but not big and strong like he used to be, At the same time his lightly tanned skin turned darker into a more latino kind of style. Michel tried to say something but his speech was somhow clouded. He was unable to form a sentence and all that came out of his mouth were some heavily accented english words and a lot of spanishlike words.

That’s when his brain started to change. His name was no longer Michel. He knew is was Miguèl. He was a spanish boy who had come to the US to seek fortune. He was unable to correctly speak english and had no good education. 

While he could no longer communicate he was still able to take out his phone and take a few pictures for his Grindr account. He knew that that was the best way to find people who were willing to fuck him for money. That’s how he made ends meet. He uploaded the pictures and was happy to find a lot of strong big american jocks who wanted to fuck him badly. 

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Once he was a cocky jock, always smiling with that cocky grin, looking around searching for girls and even desperate twinks to fuck. That was him until I penetrated his mind and altered it. I made him the man he needed to be. Or should I say slut. Because after I treated him he acted differently. He started to make duckfaces in selfies, He went to the gym more and started flexing more to the bigger guys. Seducing looks were thrown to everyon who was watching. He had become a slutty stud, hungry for cock. Hungry for any guy who would want to fuck him. And gone was the cocky jock. Gone was the cocky attitude.

When the men that had graduated as tops at the school for bottoms and tops revisited their old school they were surprised by the lack of bottom students these days. When they used to go to the school they were one of the few tops and wore long trousers. Almost every other boy was a bottom, wearing shorts and kneesocks. When their old teacher approached them they asked about it. The teacher just laughed and said that could be changed if they wanted.

He snapped his fingers and the men were no longer men, but boys. They all dropped in height and lost all manly features they had. Their shirts turned into neat white button downs and a nice tie sprung from their necks. Next their pants turned grey and slid up their legs until they were well above their knees. Grey socks rose up to match them as their shoes transformed into nice black dress shoes. Suspenders slid over their shoulders to pull up their small shorts. 

Under their clothes their underwear changed aswell. They all now wear small briefs, that show their locked up cocks quite well. All their pubic hairs had vanished because bottom students can’t have that.

Without any resistance their submissive brains accepted their new bodies. They thanked the teacher for his help and went to their next lesson: sucking tops. They all had difficulty walking from the las lesson: stretching you boyhole 2.

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Oh boy oh boy, what has become of you. Tats and heavy workout? That’s not what you were ment to become boy. What’s up with the cocky smile? No no this is not what I intended. Look, only the tighty whities you’re wearing is something I like. At least that shows you are ment to be a little boy. 

Now let’s go back to the start and try again. Remember when you attended the kids’s choice awards? Let’s go back to that year. Now remember to stay away from bad people. Stretch your hole every day. Only do light cardio and keep up that childish haircut and chubby face. When you’re old enough you’ll be the twink I always wanted you to be. You’ll notice more people will like you then. In a few years there won’t be a cock in celeb land you have not had yet. 

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He sent me a message with a pic: “Help me. I know I have muscles, but I never have sex. What do I need to do to get laid? Help me please!”
I knew exactly what to do. First I took away the scary muscles. Then the need to top someone. People love the brains nowadays so I gave him some. Away with the slutty wardrobe, glasses shirts and bowties are the lates fashion. There you go. A guy that every top wants to fuck. And above all, he is as smart as hell so going back to school won’t be a problem. Yes he is a nerd, but hey, who doesn’t want to fuck a small skimpy nerd these days?

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“relax. Let go of all your thoughts.” I kept telling the big muscle top. He was the guy that drugged me and fucked me last night, and he was going to pay for it. “Close your eyes. Sleep. Let go man, you want to let go.” Word by word the guy was floating away, drowzing off to sleep. “Let go. Relax. Sleep!” And with that his head fell to one side and I entered his mind, to alter it.

“Huh what happenend!’ The skimpy nerd said. “I guess I fell asleep while reading this book. I dreamed I was some kind of black big muscle top. Damn it was great. It’s a pity I’m not that big, and am always the bottom.” And with that the former big guy started reading again, his past fading away into a distant memory.

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This former cocky jock crossed the line. He said he could top anyone, and that he was the hottest man on earth. So I took care of him. I took away his big bulging muscles, and the nice tan. I let his dick shrink into a tiny micropenis. And locked some nerdy clothes on his nerdy body. There you go. A horny twinky small nerd, ready for any guy to use and fuck. That will teach him.

Jason was your typical American jock. Being white and straight he had nothing to fear. He loved to work out and thus spent many hours in the gym toning his abs to become stronger and, in his opinion, more perfect. Jason was very popular among the girls, and a lot of the gay guys too. There was this one guy in class named Cole, kinda ik hot, who was always staring at Jason.  Jason however was kind of homophobic so he tried his best not to get to close to him.

One day when Jason got home all sweaty from a big workout he found a small package in his mailbox. There were no notes attached to it and Jason didn’t know who it was from. He took the package inside and went straight to the bathroom. He put down the package and looked at himself in the mirror. He flexed his sixpack and admired his hot body. Jason was proud of his achievement. He had worked pretty hard to maintain this physique. Quickly he snapped a few pictures in the mirror to send to some girls later. He knew they would melt for him. Then Jason noticed the strange package again. It clearly had his name and adress on it. Jason decided to open it. Inside the package there were two small black objects. At first Jason didn’t know what they were but he quickly figured they were clip on studs for his ears. It must’ve been be a funny present from Matt, one of his friends, he thought. He figured he needed to take a pic with them in to send to him. 

He picked up the studs and tried to put them on his ears. After trying a few times they snapped on. Jason looked at himself in the mirror and laughed. He looked gay with those, he thought. Jason grabbed his phone to take a quick pic when he felt and incredible pain in both of his ears. It felt like something was piercing through his skin. He dropped his phone and screamed while trying to take off the studs but was unable to do so. Jason was surprised to notice that the studs had indeed pierced through his skin and were now real studs stuck in his ears. And just like that the pain faded away and it was like nothing had happened, except for the black studs now stuck in his ears. 

Just when Jason was about to grab a pair of scissors to cut out the ridiculous studs the pain returned. Yet this time it was in his arm. Jason screamed and looked at his arm. He screamed again when he saw that a tattoo had appeared on his arm, right where his impressive bicep was. He could make out a few words on it. The tattoo had the word boyfriend, a little heart shape, and a name. The name was Cole. Jason desperately tried to wash off the ink but was unable to. He had to accept that this was a permanent tattoo.

While Jason was scrubbing his arm a tan started to spread from the tattoo across his body. Withing seconds he had gone from white to a latino look. Jason wasn’t a huge fan of tanning so he was quite pale, but now it looked like he had spent ages in the sun. He watching his new body in amazement totally forgetting about the strange tattoo. With this new tan his muscles looked even bigger and more defined. He almost got a little horny from his own looks. He quickly snapped a pic.

Jason was unaware of what exactly had happened to him, but he loved it. Even the studs looked great on him now. Then his eyes fell on the tattoo again. It was more visible than before. The heart and the two words ‘boyfriend’ and ‘cole’ were clearly visible. Suddenly Jason remembered. Cole was that hot gay guy who was in love with him. Did he really have a tattoo like that? While Jason was thinking about this something shifted in his mind. That name. Cole. It planted itself in James’ memory like had always been there. Cole. Jason’s hot boyfriend. The one with the big abs and the beautiful face. Yes Jason remembered now! How could he forget his own boyfriend? He also remembered that he was taking a pick of his body to send to him. Cole promised to fill his boyhole this evening. 
WHAT? Jason thought. No that’s not true. he didn’t even know this Cole guy. He was taking pics for the girls. He wasn’t gay. Or was he?  And with that all memory of his straight life left him. He knew nothing more than that he was Jason the gay latino. His boyfriend was Cole. He was the bottom in the relationship. He loved Cole more than anything, even if that meant his parents would hate him. 

Suddenly his phone started to ring. It was Cole. Jason’s heart jumped when he heard his voice. ‘Hi honey, it’s Cole here. How are you?’ Jason wanted to reply but all he could say was ‘Ola, Jason it is. Me is going good.’ Jason was shocked. His voice sounded foreign. A heavy accent clouded his words. It was as if he had forgotten how to speak. 
That was exactly what happened to Jason. Being all latino English wasn’t his first language. He just moved here and had just started to learn the language. 
This information replaced the old in Jason’s brain as he listened to Cole again. ‘I saw you got the studs! Nice! I love them on you. You should wear them from now on. I’m so looking forward to dominate your skinny body tonight.’ He said.

Something in those words didn’t make sense to Jason. And that was not due to his language. It was the word skinny. He wasn’t skinny right? That’s when Jason started to change again. His hair became longer and more stylish, as if he had spent hours to style it. Jason’s fine eybrows became somewhat thicker and more visible while his lips grew in size aswell. And with no other place to go they started to bulge outwards, creating perfect kissable lips. His well defined manly jawline became softer and more boyish. His face looked a lot younger now. 

Then in a matter of seconds his height dropped drastically. Jason used to be quite tall but now he was quite shorter than average. His big broad shoulders shrunk down to an smaller size. Meanwhile his chest abs deflated leaving him with some abs but not much to really flex anynmore. Jason tried to flex his sicpack but not much happened since they had disappeared too. He still had some visible abs when he really tried his best to flex them but his upper body had become really skinny all of a sudden. in the meantime all hair he had on his chest and belly shrunk down until nothing was visible anymore. Still holding his phone his giant biceps, which he was so proud of, completely vanished leaving him with thin arms He looked like a small twink now. 
Then his pants got tighter and tighter. Jason’s leg muscles shurnk down with the size of his pants until he was left with skinny legs in extremely skinny jeans. The waistband of a pair of briefs stuck out above his pants. He felt his legs tingle when all leghairs receded back into his skin. Before Jason could comprehend what had happened new memories again entered his mind and replaced his old ones. 
Jason was a small twink without any big muscles to show off. He had always been a bottom in every relationship he had. His body and mind just weren’t made for topping other guys. Jason never knew better than to get fucked and please or serve hot guys. 

Then Cole started to talk again. ‘Honey, why don’t you come over now. We’re both free so why not let me fuck you now?’ Jason’s cock started to stir in it’s tight jeans when he heard those words. He told Cole that he was on his way. Forgetting to out on his shirt Jason put away his phone. checked if he had put in his studs and if his hair was properly styled, and headed out to visit Cole. His boyhole was already eager to take Cole’s cock. 

The changes overtime were subtle enough for him not to notice but overtime I changed this former muscled jock into the preppy powerbottom he is now. It all began when I encountered him in the mall. He tripped over a bag I had placed at my feet and began to scold me. He called me a good for nothing faggot and things even worse than that. I tried to remain calm but I couldn’t hold myself. While he walked away I snapped my fingers in anger. Nothing happened but I knew there was no going back for him.
I shadowed him for the next few weeks and observed the changes. Firstly, he stopped going to the gym. In his mind it was a good idea to start reading books instead of working out. Already after 2 days I noticed that his big muscular body was becoming smaller. His big muscles slowly deflated and his legs became very skinny. 
While that was happening his wardrobe slowly changed too. Tight compression shorts were swapped with formal shorts well above the knee. He didn’t notice because they fit perfectly over his skinny legs and his big bubble butt. He had forgotten al about the sporty trousers he used to wear. 
Not only his body was changing shape though. At the same time his face transformed too. His sharp manly jawline softened and his lips inflated. They looked very kissable now. And as his upper body had lost all volume he had before his wardrobe suddenly got filled with slim fit shirts in various colours. He liked the way they made him look smart and preppy. And to top it off he liked to add a colourful bowtie and sometimes a jacket.
It amused me to see how he was embracing his new body and mind. Old memories slowly left him and new ones filled his head. 
He was no big guy. He was a twink that loved to get fucked by big jocks. But since he was the perfect bottom any top would do for him. That’s were I came in. After my weekly workout I walked up to him. He was standing in front of the gym waiting for the bus. While walking past him I tripped over his bag. When we made eye contact I saw in his clear blue eyes that he was frightened. That was exactly how I wanted him to be. He apologized and wanted to pick up his bag but I grabbed his skinny shoulder and looked deeply into his eyes. It took me one stare to break his mind. His knees got weak and I knew his dick was rock hard in his tiny shorts. Before he could resist I picked him up for he was very lightweighted now and started to walk home. I could clearly see the dark spot in his pants. He was already leaking a lot. I then knew I was really going to enjoy this new powerbottom.