jaxor

[jaxor]

I wanted to grant his wish, albeit with a twist

@chevy-gold asked:

Hey bruh, dis iz Chevy, of da golden army. After itz azz wuz filled by Sxodnir, it feels a strong desire 2 becum lik him! Plz, may it join him?

The warm afternoon sun bathed Felix's luxurious estate in a golden glow, highlighting the meticulously manicured gardens and the grand mansion's elegant architecture. As Felix tended to the roses, his delicate hands carefully pruning the vibrant blooms, a familiar figure approached the garden fence. "Hey, bruh! It's me, Chevy, from da Golden Army!" The voice boomed, filled with enthusiasm and a hint of arrogance.

Felix straightened up, his blue eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of Chevy, the muscular right-winger of the local soccer team. Chevy's dark brown hair was slicked back, and his golden clothes hugged his athletic frame, showcasing his well-defined physique. "Chevy, what brings you here?" Felix asked, his tone polite yet guarded. He knew all too well that Chevy's charm and good looks often masked a shallow mind. Chevy’s eyes, though bright, held a vacant expression as he answered Felix. "After itz azz wuz filled by Sxodnir, I feels a strong desire 2 becum lik him! Plz, may I join him?" Chevy's request was bold, driven by his envy of Sxodnir's newfound charm and success. "And what makes you think you can be like Sxodnir?" Felix's voice dripped with disdain, his lips curling in disgust at the mere thought.

"Well, I mean, we're both good-looking, right? And I wanna be more like him, ya know, charm everyone ..." Chevy's vacant eyes lit up with excitement, his confidence bordering on arrogance. Felix suppressed a shudder, the idea of this chav in his home, even as a servant, was appalling. But an idea sparked in his mischievous mind, a way to rid himself of this nuisance and have some entertainment in the process. "You do know that Sxodnir’s purpose is to serve my fun, don't you?" Felix asked, his tone light and playful. "Yeah, Felix, I understand, fun huhuhu!" Chevy's laughter was crude, his misunderstanding of Felix's words apparent. "So, Chevy, are you willing to be more than just a common jock? Are you ready to serve my entertainment with a bit of sophistication?" Felix's voice was laced with false encouragement, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Chevy's face split into a wide grin, his dimples deepening. "Yeah, I'm in! Let's do this!" Felix snapped his fingers, and a sphere of blue light materialized, hovering between them. "This will transform you, but it might be a bit... uncomfortable." Chevy's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded eagerly. "Bring it on! I can handle it." The blue light enveloped Chevy, and he let out a muffled scream as the transformation began. His body contorted, muscles shifting and reshaping. Despite the pain the transformation process let Chevy get a boner in anticipation of becoming like Sxodnir. But suddenly his skin took on a metallic sheen, turning a deep golden hue. He sank to his knees, his cries of pain echoing through the garden. Felix watched with a mix of fascination and amusement as Chevy's form changed. His limbs elongated, becoming sleek and smooth. His facial features morphed, the strong jawline softening, and his eyes transforming into sleek headlights while his joints grinding as they transformed into gears. The pain was excruciating, but as the transformation reached its climax, Chevy's boner became a gear shifter and his cries turned into the deep, masculine roar of an engine. Within moments, where Chevy had knelt, a classic golden Porsche now sat, its engine purring softly.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Felix said, addressing the car as if it were still Chevy. "You're now a symbol of sophistication and power. A true work of art." Chevy, or rather, what was once Chevy, felt an overwhelming sense of frustration as he realized his new form. He had envisioned himself as a powerful himbo demon, a transformation that would elevate his status and grant him the respect he craved. But now, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. With a deep, rumbling growl, he revved his engine, the sound echoing through the air like a primal scream. "Ah, Chevy, my dear friend," Felix's voice was laced with amusement as he approached the car. "I must say, you've never sounded more delightful and your vocabulary has certainly improved." Chevy's tires squealed in protest, the rubber screeching on the pavement. He wanted to scream, to shout at Felix for this cruel twist of fate. But all that escaped was a frustrated engine roar. "Don't be so glum," Felix continued, running his fingers along the Porsche's smooth hood. "I assure you, this new body of yours is far more sophisticated than your previous state. And you'll be the ultimate entertainment for me, my dear car." The young sorcerer's eyes sparkled with mischief, and he couldn't resist the urge to tease his creation when Jaxor strolled onto the pavement. "Now, let's see how you handle a real driver."

Jaxor, the tall, striking demon with golden wings and an aura of raw power, stepped forward, his eyes widening at the sight of the Porsche. "Master, this car is a work of art. May I?" He gestured towards the car, his voice laced with excitement. "Be my guest, Jaxor," Felix replied with a wave of his hand. "I believe you'll find it quite an experience." Jaxor's eyes lit up, and he slid into the driver's seat of the Porsche, now Chevy's prison.

As he started the engine, a deep, throaty purr reverberated, sending a shiver through Chevy's metallic frame. Jaxor's hands, skilled and confident, grasped the gear shift, and Chevy felt an unexpected sensation—a tingling pleasure as if his cock were caressed. "This baby's got some power," Jaxor murmured, his voice low and sensual. He ran his hand along the gear shift, his touch lingering, and Chevy's engine purred in response, the growls turning into a low, satisfied hum. Chevy felt his consciousness shift. The constant caresses from Jaxor's hands, unknowingly stroking his former manhood, were driving him wild. The more Jaxor drove, the more Chevy's thoughts blurred, his human desires giving way to the primal instincts of a machine. Jaxor took the Porsche for a spin, the wind whipping through his hair as he navigated the streets with ease.

With each shift of the gears, Chevy felt a jolt of horny pleasure, his engine roaring in response. The sensation was overwhelming, and by the time Jaxor returned, Chevy's longing for his human form had faded. He was now a car, a mere object, and he craved the touch of his owner, Felix. Jaxor stepped out of the Porsche, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That was incredible, Felix. The car handles like a dream. I've never driven anything quite like it." Felix cackled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jaxor. And to think, this car was once that dim-witted soccer player, Chevy. I've given him a new purpose, one that suits his limited intellect." Jaxor's eyes widened in surprise. "Chevy? The right-winger? But how...?" Felix waved his hand dismissively. "It's a simple matter of wish-granting, my dear Jaxor. I merely gave him what he desired, with a little twist of my own. And now, he's the perfect blend of form and function." The demon shook his head, a mix of awe and disbelief on his face. "Master, you never cease to amaze me. To think, I once played against Chevy on the field, and now he's this elegant car. It's quite the upgrade, I must say." Felix's laughter filled the air, and Chevy, now fully accepting his new existence, longed to be driven again. The car's engine purred softly, a silent testament to its new-found loyalty to its owner.

As the two conversed, the car seemed to shimmer, its paint shifting and transforming before their eyes. Jaxor, his amber eyes widening in amazement, whispered, "Master, the car... it's changing." Felix, his lips curling into a mischievous smile, nodded. "Indeed, Jaxor. My magic is at work." As they observed, the golden hue faded, replaced by a pristine white that seemed to reflect the clouds above. The transformation was swift and silent, leaving no trace of its previous golden glory.

Jaxor, his expression shifting from wonder to confusion, asked, "But why the change, Master? The gold was... unique." Felix's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Chevy, as he was known, was the epitome of a chav, and I couldn't bear the thought of his essence lingering. Now, the last trace of his chav nature is erased," Felix declared, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "White is the epitome of class, a sophisticated understatement. I must admit, I expected more resistance from him."Jaxor watched, captivated by the sorcerer's power. “But... is Chevy... truly content as a car?" Felix's smirk grew wider, "Oh, he doesn't even remember his human life. He's fully embraced his new identity, he is now an object, a possession, and nothing more." The Porsche purred, its engine humming softly, as if in agreement. "Hah! I knew it!" Jaxor's laughter filled the air, "Who would've thought Chevy would find his true calling as a Porsche! This is priceless!" Felix's laughter joined Jaxor's, echoing across the driveway, a sinister melody that hinted at the power and cruelty hidden beneath their light-hearted conversation.

[jaxor]

I'm a cosplayer, as you can see on my profile picture. It's a mix-match of everything I like from the wolf-bone mask, the balaclava, and the snazzy blazer and slacks with gold pins. Added latex gloves to really feel eldritch for Halloween.

But of course, under that blazer still needs a layer of fabric to absorb my sweat, so I got this tank top from a nearby bundle I wear.

I'd like to know what tricks you can put up my sleeves.

You were never one to pat yourself on the back, but you couldn't help yourself. This had to be your best cosplay yet! You didn’t have a specific character in mind like for some of your past cosplays, but you were loving how this one was turning out. You had known this was going to be a great cosplay since the moment you saw that wolf bone mask in that store, and you were right. After all your work, all you needed was one last thing: a tank top.

You were honestly a little embarrassed you hadn’t thought of it earlier. As an experienced cosplayer, you probably should have guessed that the heavy blazer would need something under it to absorb sweat, but it hadn’t crossed your mind until you had tried on the costume the day before you were supposed to show it off at the convention! Now you were scrambling to find a well fitting, absorbent tank top that wouldn’t make the sweating worse. That wouldn’t be so hard… if you hadn’t had this realization around one in the morning, when most shops were closed. You had been in a bit of a panic at first, but in a stroke of luck you had found a small second hand clothing store nearby. You were a bit surprised at first, since you thought you knew most of the thrift stores in the area, but you were too relieved to properly question it. You grabbed the tank top, a classic white wife beater, and went into the changing room.

You did you best to ignore the mirror in the room as you stripped off your regular shirt. You never talked about it, but you were fairly insecure about your body. There wasn’t anything wrong with your body. You weren’t overweight or even particularly scrawny, you were just… average. But whenever you looked at yourself in the mirror all you could focus on is what you weren’t. You looked at your body and saw a body that was too small, too lithe, too awkward and just… not enough, in any way. That was one of the reasons you never cosplayed athletic characters. You always worried people would make the comparison. You pushed these thoughts to the back of your head as you slid on the wifebeater. The second it settled on your body, you felt like everything changed.

You stared at yourself in the mirror in shock as muscles began to pack onto your body. Your shoulders widened, giving your body a manly v shape as your pecs shoved out into a beefy shelf. You felt your stomach cramp as abs popped into existence, and almost drooled as your biceps grew absolutely huge, flexing them experimentally as you felt a smattering of hair grow across your body and on your face. You couldn’t believe it. It was like your body had been completely inverted. Everything you used to hate about yourself was gone, replaced by pure masculine sexiness. You even felt your mind change, memories of sports and confidence mixing in with those of cosplaying and creativity. You were still you, just… idealized. You were perfect, absolutely perfect. You swaggered out of the changing room, paying for the wife beater with a generous tip and a flirty wink, before heading out to the gym. You had to see how well this thing absorbed sweat, and how hot your muscles looked with a nice pump.

The bad news is that you’re going to have to make some emergency alterations to your cosplay so that it will fit your new, beefy body. The good news is that you're so hot that you could wear anything and still look good. Maybe you’ll just go to the party shirtless. It’d definitely be a good way to pick up chicks!

[jaxor]

In the fiery pits of the underworld, where desire burned as hot as the molten lava, a demon named Sxodnir strutted through the crowded streets of his domain, his six-pack abs rippling with every step. He was known as the ultimate demon himbo, a creature of unparalleled beauty and charm, whose sole purpose was to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. His eyes, a smoldering shade of red, scanned the throngs of demons and damned souls, seeking someone new to satiate his ever-growing hunger for transformation. His gaze fell upon a human male, Adrian, who had stumbled into this infernal realm by mistake, his body trembling with fear and awe at the sight of the leather-clad demon before him. Sxodnir's smile grew wide, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs. He had found his next plaything.

Adrian, a muscular and handsome mortal with a penchant for adventure, had always been drawn to the supernatural. Little did he know that his curiosity would lead him to this fateful encounter with the demonic embodiment of temptation. Frozen in place, he watched as Sxodnir sauntered over, his tail swishing playfully behind him. The demon's touch sent a jolt of electricity through Adrian's body, igniting a spark of curiosity and lust that he had never felt before.

Sxodnir leaned in, his breath hot against Adrian's neck, whispering sweet nothings in a language that seemed to resonate within the human's very soul. His fingers traced the outline of Adrian's jaw, leaving a trail of warmth that sent shivers down his spine. "I can give you everything you've ever desired," Sxodnir murmured, "every power, every pleasure. All you have to do is let me in."

The human's resolve wavered. He had never been one to turn down a challenge, especially one that came wrapped in such a tempting package. With a gasp, Adrian nodded, unable to resist the siren's call of the demon's offer. And so, the transformation began.

The air grew thick with an intoxicating scent of brimstone and lust as Sxodnir's hand slid down Adrian's chest. His touch grew more insistent, his nails digging in just enough to sting. The human felt his body begin to morph, his muscles bulging and stretching in ways that defied human limits, his skin darkening to a deep, almost metallic shade of red. His eyes grew wider, pupils dilating with arousal as his mind swirled with images of the pleasures that awaited him as one of Sxodnir's kind.

Sxodnir's lips met Adrian's, and their tongues danced together in a fiery tango. The demon's cock, a monstrous and beautiful thing, grew to impossible proportions, straining against his leather pants. Adrian felt his own body respond in kind, his human form giving way to something more... more powerful, more primal. As they kissed, the demon's essence seeped into the human, reshaping him from the inside out.

Their bodies entwined, Sxodnir's massive cock found its way to Adrian's tight, untouched hole. The human moaned with a mix of fear and anticipation as the demon's thick, pulsing member breached the barrier that separated him from his new life. With a single, powerful thrust, Sxodnir claimed him, filling Adrian with his transformative seed. The human's body convulsed, muscles clenching around the demon's shaft as he was flooded with an intensity of pleasure that was almost too much to bear.

With every pump of his hips, Sxodnir's power grew within Adrian. The human felt his body stretching, his cock lengthening and thickening, his balls swelling with a newfound vitality. His humanity slipped away, replaced by a fiery passion that could never be quenched. He was no longer Adrian, the mortal, but something more... something demonic.

As the transformation reached its peak, the room was bathed in a crimson light, and the air was thick with the scent of sex and power. Sxodnir's moans grew louder, his giant cock kept thrusting in Adrian's ass, with one final push, Sxodnir's cock erupted with a lot of demon himbo cum and the transformation of Adrian is complete.

Sxodnir leans in and whispers "Now you are mine forever, you will do as told and you will go forth and bring more to me my boy" and all Adrian can do is nod and say "Yes my Master".

[jaxor]

Master Felix is just so smart, and sexy af of course huhuh

A Life Reimagined

@innermostthoughtsartappreciation asked:

I desire to be transformed completely. To not only have a new body and personality, but a completely new life past, memories, present, and reality too. Can you change all of that?

You watched the sun stood high in the blue sky as you stood on the calm sidewalk in a upper-class area of the town. You had made a choice, a bold one, and now you were on your way to meet Felix, the sorcerer who promised to grant your deepest desire: a complete transformation. You stood outside Felix’s luxury apartment, the kind of place that gleamed with old-money charm, intimidating in its opulence. You took a deep breath, pushing down the discomfort of feeling out of place. This world, so polished and white, seemed foreign to you, a dark-skinned man with a yearning for transformation. You took a deep breath and stepped through the door, the air inside thick with the scent of expensive cologne. “Ah, you made it!” Felix’s voice rang out, smooth and welcoming, as he appeared in the hallway. He wore a light blue silk shirt that shimmered under the soft lights, and his blond hair fell artfully over his forehead.

“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.” “No, I’m here,” you replied, your voice steadier than your heart felt. “I want this. I desire to be transformed completely. To not only have a new body and personality, but a completely new life, past, memories, present, and reality too.” Felix smirked, a glint of mischief in his blue eyes. “That’s the spirit! Come, let me show you my lab.” He motioned for you to follow him, weaving through the opulent furniture that felt foreign to you. As he led you deeper into the apartment, your anticipation mingled with anxiety. You entered a room filled with strange devices and glass tubes, each filled with colorful liquids that swirled like trapped rainbows.

A central glass tube dominated the space, and Felix gestured toward it with a flourish. “For your extensive wish, it makes sense to split you into your components and rearrange you,” he said, his tone almost playful. You swallowed hard, uncertainty gnawing at you. “Components?” “Yes! Your intellect, your appearance, your very essence. It will all be distilled into vials.” He grinned and stepped aside. “Just step inside the tube.” With a deep breath, you walked toward the glass structure. With a shaky breath, you climbed into the tube. The door sealed shut, and suddenly, a wave of vibrant colors enveloped you. *Ssssssshhh* The sound of your body dissolving into smoke echoed in your mind, the pain ripping through you like a thousand needles.

You would have screamed if your mouth hadn’t already transformed, disintegrating into a cloud of swirling hues. Felix’s voice drifted through the haze. “Don’t worry. It’s all part of the process.” As your essence condensed into small vials, you fought to hold onto your consciousness. What remained of you was an array of colorful vials. You were aware, but detached, witnessing as Felix, now wearing a lab coat, took notes and began to categorize your essence. “Intellect, prowess, libido…” He continued to write, categorizing you like an object rather than a person. Then, his pen ran dry. “Hmm,” he mused, glancing at a vial containing your skin color. “You had more than enough dark pigments anyhow!” He filled the pen with the liquid, and you felt a jolt of anger surge through you.

Felix mixed your essence with other vials, shaking them until a muscular torso began to form within a new vial.

A sense of delight washed over you, but it quickly faded as Felix placed the vial on a cupboard, leaving you in limbo.

The weeks that followed your transformation had been a blur of anticipation and anxiety. You had no idea what Felix had in store for you, and the wait felt excruciating. Then, one day, the moment of truth arrived. Miles, the chairman of a renowned corporation, entered Felix's lab, exuding an air of distinction. His gray hair and tailored pinstripe suit exuded wealth and maturity. Felix, with a mischievous glint in his eye, greeted him warmly. "Hey, Miles! I have something special for you today. The perfect solution to your little problem." Miles' eyes lit up with curiosity. "I'm all ears, Felix. What have you got?" With a dramatic flourish, Felix presented the vial containing your essence. "This, my friend, is the fountain of youth you've been seeking. A new you, ready to be unleashed." Miles took the vial, his fingers trembling slightly. "Extraordinary. How do I...?" "Just uncork it, my dear Miles. The rest will take care of itself." Felix's voice was laced with amusement. As Miles left the lab, you felt a sense of foreboding. What would become of you now?

In the luxurious bathroom of a high-end hotel, Miles stood before the mirror, his eyes fixed on the vial.

With trembling hands, he uncorked it, and a thick, blue smoke began to swirl within. The smoke, a manifestation of your essence, tried to escape, to find its own form, but it was drawn inexorably towards Miles. *No, please!* you screamed in your mind, but an irresistible force was pulling you towards him. The smoke merged with Miles, and you felt your consciousness blending with his. It was like being submerged in a rushing river, unable to swim against the current. The transformation was rapid and intense. Miles' body changed, his skin tightened, wrinkles disappearing, his hair darkening, and his physique becoming muscular and youthful and finally he sprouted a goatee. His gray suit transformed into a sleek dark blue silk shirt and dark green silk pants, emphasizing his new, younger self. "Incredible!" Miles exclaimed, his voice now deeper and more resonant. He flexed his arms, admiring his reflection. "I feel like a new man!"

You were now a part of Miles, sharing his body, his thoughts, and his desires. His libido surged, and you could sense his arousal, his cock straining against the silk fabric. You tried to protest, to make your presence known, but he was oblivious to your cries. *This is amazing!* Miles thought, *I feel powerful, virile. And look at me—young, fit, and wealthy. I'm unstoppable!* His arrogance and self-absorption were suffocating and his thoughts were a stark contrast to your values. His mind was devoid of empathy, focused solely on wealth, success, and self-gratification. He stroked his new body, his hands running over his chest and abs, and you felt disgusted, wishing you could separate yourself from him. As Miles admired his reflection, his hand drifted lower, caressing his crotch. *I could get used to this*, he thought, a satisfied hum escaping his lips, "Mmm..." You cringed, feeling trapped and violated. As he reveled in his new body, you cursed Felix, "Felix, you motherfucker!" You didn't ask to be a mere power boost for some wealthy businessman. Sure, you had wanted a new life, a transformation, but not like this. A prisoner in a stranger's body and mind, and the realization hit you hard. Felix had not given you a new life; he had taken your essence and used it to empower another—a man whose values were antithetical to everything you stood for. Little did you know, Felix's plan was far more intricate than either of you could have imagined. As you struggled to adjust to your new reality, Felix was already setting the stage for his next move, one that would change the course of your existence forever.

Meanwhile, in the luxury confines of Felix's lab, Felix stared at an empty vial, an amused expression playing on his lips. “Let’s see what we have here,” he murmured, as a blue liquid began to fill the glass. The secrets of Miles’ corporate empire were materializing in the blue liquid, siphoning away from him like sand through an hourglass. Such was the concealed cost of the transformation, and it was now being paid by the unsuspecting Miles.

“Such a shame,” Felix mused, “to lose all that potential.” A glint of satisfaction sparkled in Felix’s eyes as he lifted the vial to his lips. “Cheers!” he exclaimed, downing the contents in one swift motion. In an instant, his lab coat transformed into a luxurious dark-grey pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt, and a blue tie that seemed to shimmer with power. “Well, well, well,” he remarked, admiring his reflection. “Looks like I’m moving up in the world.”

A moment later, he stood in the same high-end hotel where Miles had just undergone his transformation. “Hey Felix, great to see you! Thanks for my transformation, it’s awesome!” Miles voice dripped with gratitude, blissfully unaware of the cost. “Happy you like it!” Felix replied, feigning sincerity. The smirk on his face betrayed him, hinting at something more sinister. “Guess with a body like this, I can work a bit less and enjoy my wealth!” Miles boasted, puffing out his chest. “First,” Felix interrupted, his tone shifting. “Let’s talk about the price of that transformation.” “What do you mean?” Miles asked, confusion knitting his brow. “You’ve lost all important information about your company and the secrets of its products,” Felix explained, amusement dancing in his eyes. Miles’ expression morphed from confusion to shock. “Felix, without the information, my corporate wouldn't be competitive! I need that knowledge back!” Panic seeped into his voice, the realization hitting him like a cold wave. “Relax,” Felix said, a playful glint in his gaze. “I have the knowledge now, and I will share it with you. Just transfer 30% of your shares to me, and everything will be fine again.” “Thirty percent?” Miles echoed, disbelief coloring his voice. He ran a hand through his dark hair, the reality crashing down on him. “That’s a lot! I wouldn’t have a majority anymore!” “Better than losing everything you’ve built,” Felix replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Think of it as a... partnership.” Miles hesitated, his brow furrowed. “I don’t like this. You’re taking advantage of me.” Felix shrugged, the glimmer of innocence in his demeanor undiminished. “It’s business, Miles. You wanted to be young and fit. This is the price of your wish.” With a long exhale, Miles relented. “Fine. I’ll do it. Just... make sure I don’t lose my company.” “Of course!” Felix chirped, a grin splitting his face.

The next day the air in the office hummed with unspoken anticipation as Miles adjusted his collar. You felt a flicker of hope in Miles, the tension in his shoulders relaxing. He wore a dark blue silk shirt that hugged his newly toned body, and the tight pants accentuated his muscular thighs. He looked like a man reborn—no, transformed. He had spent years building his empire, and today, he would flaunt his transformation. “Wow, this is going to be something,” Miles murmured, a grin spreading across his face. “I can’t wait to show these old dogs what I’m made of now! Let’s see how they react,” he said, opening the door and striding into the boardroom. Confidence radiated from him, the kind that came with age and power, now paired with a fresh body. You felt a chill wash over you as you entered the room in his mind, watching through his eyes. The room was filled with younger versions of the old board members—each one with a well-groomed goatee and a confident smile.

“What the hell?” Miles exclaimed. “They look just like me!” You could feel the betrayal coursing through him, but it mirrored your own horror. *Felix must have mixed potions with my essence for all of them,* you realized, panic surging.  It drove you nearly mad to be so close to your own fragmented self, scattered among these men. The sensation was maddening, a cacophony of identities colliding within you. You wanted to scream, but you just hadn't a mouth to scream anymore. “Felix, you little—” Miles muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as he glanced at the door. Just then, Felix sauntered in, his blond hair gleaming under the fluorescent lights, dressed in an immaculate dark-blue pinstripe suit. He wore a smug grin that made your stomach churn.

“Gentlemen!” Felix’s voice sliced through the tension in the room. “Welcome to today’s board meeting! First of all, I’d like to thank you for transferring your shares to me, granting me a delightful 76% ownership of this lovely company.” A wave of murmurs passed through the group. Miles felt a knot tighten in his stomach and his expression faltered. “Wait, what? 76%? You can’t just—” Miles started, but Felix held up a hand, cutting him off. “Secondly, I propose we proclaim me as chairman. Don’t bother expressing your thoughts on the matter, as my vote has already sealed the deal.” He waved dismissively, his confidence radiating like heat from a flame. “Let’s focus on what’s important. Up to work, boys—earn some money for me!” Felix leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied grin. “And do me a favor, please wear more professional clothes. Your silk shirts and tight pants belong in a club, not an office.” Miles felt the heat rise in his cheeks. He was being dismissed as chairman, reduced to a mere asset in Felix's game. *This is ridiculous,* he thought, anger brewing inside him. But you didn’t notic as your mind was racing due to a new sensation. *What is happening?* You struggled to concentrate, the sensation of being splintered into countless pieces making the room spin. Whispers of thoughts and ambitions enveloped you, each board member a reflection of your essence—fragments of who you once were, now scattered among men who didn’t understand your values. As Felix continued to speak, his voice became a distant hum, a mere backdrop to your internal turmoil. Suddenly, a whisper danced in your mind, *“Don’t worry!”* It was Felix’s voice, echoing in your consciousness. *“Soon you will be more focused again!”* Relief and dread battled within you. You sensed something twisted beneath his playful tone. Then came his next revelation, cold as ice. *“Actually, you will be so focused after you've assimilated to your new existence that you will only have one target. You are the men's greed now.”* The realization hit you like a freight train. *What?* you screamed inwardly, panic rising. *I’m just… this?*  *“Yes,”* Felix responded, the gleeful tone in his voice unmistakable. *“You’ll appear in the particular man whenever one of them gets greedy. So I guess there’s a lot to do for you!”* Panic surged through you. *This can’t be happening.*

Your thoughts spiraled as the men’s ambitions surged around you, feeding off the greed you embodied. The envy simmering in the room was palpable, and it coursed through you like adrenaline. You were not a person anymore; you were a mere reflection of their desires. You sensed the greed simmering beneath their polished exteriors, and it was intoxicating. The thrill of ambition coursed through you, and you could feel how it twisted their thoughts. Yet, amid the chaos, a new realization began to take shape. You could influence them, stoke their desires. You sensed their eyes lingering on Felix, their thoughts turning lascivious. *More, we need to earn more,* you thought, your ambitions spiraling with their greed. *Felix, you need him! He would make a perfect trophy boy!* The idea thrilled you, a rush of power coursing through your fragmented essence. Suddenly, all inhibitions evaporated like morning mist. The greed within you surged, snaking through the men, igniting their ambition. You reveled in it, letting it swell until their thoughts became almost primal. “Felix looks good enough to eat,” one of them murmured, eyes dark with want. Another chimed in, “I’d love to see him in lace briefs, sprawled on a silk bed, offering himself submissively.”

You chuckled silently, the chaos of their desires intertwining with your own. You were no longer just a whisper; you were the embodiment of their ambition, their greed, and it felt intoxicating. Their ambitions and lusts fueled you. As they plotted and schemed, you reveled in the knowledge that you were the catalyst for their most primal instincts. “Gentlemen,” Felix said, oblivious to the storm brewing around him, “let’s get to work. I expect results.” And as they responded with fervent nods, you smiled inwardly, the thrill of control washing over you. *Yes, this is just the beginning.*

[jaxor]

I am an old man past his prime. I wish I had worked on my muscles more than read books. Can you help me trade my books for muscles in the past?

You wandered through the sleek, modern library, the bright daylight streaming through expansive glass walls. Your frail frame felt out of place among the lithe, chiseled bodies of the college students surrounding you. They laughed, their voices echoing like cheerful chimes as they gathered in clusters, their vitality almost overwhelming. You sighed, the weight of regret heavy on your shoulders. If only you had prioritized physical strength over dusty tomes in your youth. As you turned another corner, you spotted Felix lounging on a nearby reading table, flipping through an ancient tome. He looked like a golden-haired angel, his light blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

You approached him, heart racing at the thought of his rumored powers. “Felix,” you called, your voice barely above a whisper, “can you help me trade my books for muscles in the past?” He glanced up, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Sure!” he replied, the word dripping with playful confidence. Before you could react, a book flew open, its pages glowing with a bright, ethereal light. “What is happening?” Panic seized you as the light enveloped you, pulling you toward the pages. “Just the trade you wished for,” Felix said casually, his tone almost dismissive. “In the past, the books belonged to you, and now you will belong to a book!” With a final flash, the world around you blurred, and then—whoosh!—you stood in a vast, ancient bibliothek, filled with towering shelves that seemed to touch the heavens.

The scent of old parchment and leather wafted through the air, mingling with something fresh and invigorating that coursed through your veins. You looked down, astonished. Your body was transformed—muscular, fit, and radiating vitality. You felt as if you could lift a horse with ease. “Felix?” you called, your voice deeper now, more robust. But as if in answer, a swirling portal opened nearby, and you heard his voice echoing through the ether, “Time to hop into a book; your final destination!” “Wait! What do you mean?” you shouted, but it was too late. The portal sucked you in, and before you could brace yourself, you landed—thud!—on a dusty floor.

You rose to find yourself in an opulent stable, sunlight filtering through the high windows. The scent of hay and horseflesh filled the air.

You looked down—your outfit had transformed into a ruffled shirt and riding boots, fitting snugly against your new physique. The crisp, white ruffles of the shirt felt foreign against your skin as your fingers, now strong and calloused, brushed against the soft fabric of the riding boots. A sense of disorientation washed over you, but as you stared at the powerful stallion in the stall, a flood of knowledge entered your mind. You knew how to groom, feed, and care for these majestic creatures, and even more surprisingly, you possessed an innate understanding of the art of seduction. You raised your hands, feeling the strength in your arms. “I’m… stable master?” You muttered, disbelief lacing your voice.

"Hello, are you the new stable master?" A soft, melodious voice startled you. You turned to see Angelique, the young lady of the house, with her dark curls and innocent green eyes. She's a vision of youth and beauty, and her presence made your heart skip a beat. "I... yes, I am," you managed to replied, your voice deep and unfamiliar. "Father said you'd teach me to ride. I've always wanted to learn." Her voice was eager, and she took a step closer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. You cleared your throat, feeling a surge of confidence that surprised even yourself. "Well, riding is an art, Miss Angelique. But first, let me show you something else." Your words came out in a low, seductive tone that you never knew you possessed. "Oh?" She bite her lip, a hint of curiosity and something more in her eyes. Without hesitation, you pulled her close, your hands gently grasping her waist. She gasped softly, but didn't resist. The atmosphere crackled with desire as you lean in, your lips brushing against her ear. Without another word your body responding to instincts you never knew existed. The hay crackled beneath you as you lay her down, the stable now your intimate playground. Her moans, soft and breathy, filled the air— "Oh... yes..."—as you moved with a rhythm that felt natural. In that moment, you are no longer a pensioner transported into a novel. You are the virile, passionate lover, and she is your willing partner. The scent of hay and horse faded into the background as the pleasure intensified, and you both screamed in unison, "Yes! Oh, yes!"

As you lay there afterward, catching your breath, you realized the extent of your predicament. "I seem to have become a character in one of those romance novels I used to scoff at," you muttered to yourself. The typical storyline of a forbidden love affair between a stable master and the young mistress of the house was now your reality, and there was no escaping it. Angelique, lying beside you, giggled. "I never knew riding lessons could be so... educational."

The grand mansion buzzed with excitement as the evening's festivities unfolded, a stark contrast to your usual quiet life as the stable master. Weeks had passed since your unexpected transformation, and you had settled into this new, younger body, embracing the unfamiliar strength and vigor. But that night, as you tended to the horses, your heart raced for a different reason. You spotted Angelique's three brothers returning from their studies in the city, their laughter echoing through the stables. Among them was Felix, the sorcerer who had sent you here, his presence an unexpected surprise.

You watched as the brothers, dressed in their fine city clothes, dismounted and handed over the reins. Their casual banter and easy smiles reminded you of your own youth, a life so different from your current reality. As they walked toward the mansion, Felix's gaze met yours, and he winked, a gesture that sent a shiver down your spine. You knew he was the reason for your peculiar predicament, and his presence made you uneasy. "Evening, stable master," one of the brothers greeted you, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "We've come to join the party. A shame you can't join us, isn't it?" You nodded, feeling the weight of your position. "I have my duties here, sir." "Duties, indeed," Felix chimed in, his voice laced with mockery. "But I'm sure you can spare a moment to ensure our horses are well taken care of." You swallowed hard, aware that these young men held power over you. With a nod, you set about grooming the horses, your hands moving with practiced ease, a far cry from your former self's clumsiness. As the party's laughter and music drifted from the mansion, you couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity. The life of the gentry was so different from your own, and you wondered what it would be like to be part of it.

The party was in full swing, with music and laughter filling the air. You knew your role; you should have been tending to the horses, ensuring they were well-groomed for the guests. But a rebellious urge stirred within you. You wanted to see Angelique, the object of your scripted affection. Sneaking away from the stables, you made your way towards the mansion, your heart pounding with each step. The grand staircase, adorned with red carpet and ornate railings, beckoned you. As you ascended, your heart pounded, aware that you were breaking the rules.

"Well, well, if it isn't the stable master," Felix's voice startled you. "I thought this staircase was off-limits to the likes of you." You stuttered, caught in the act, "I—I... It's your fault! You put me in this romance novel!" Felix's laughter filled the hall, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Did I? Well, then, don't keep Angelique waiting. She's a lovely girl, you know." You rushed past him, your face burning with embarrassment and desire. Angelique's room was at the end of the corridor, and you entered, finding her waiting. The encounter was passionate, fueled by the thrill of the forbidden. But as quickly as it began, it ended, and Angelique, satisfied, returned to the party. You remained in her room, waiting for the coast to clear.

But fate had other plans. The door swung open, and Angelique's three brothers strode in, their eyes narrowing at the sight of you. "What's the meaning of this?" The eldest brother, tall and broad-shouldered, steped forward, his voice cold. "We don't appreciate commoners like you taking advantage of our sister." You opened your mouth to protest, but the words died in your throat as they advanced upon you. You could fight back, your muscles coiled and ready, but something hold you back. The knowledge of their status and the potential consequences kept you still.

"Strip," the middle brother commanded, his voice laced with disdain. You complied, your hands treming as you removed your clothes, revealing your muscular frame. The eldest brother approached, his eyes fixed on yours. "You think you can have our sister, is that it?" He pushed you onto the bed, his strength surprising you. "Well, we'll show you your place." You struggled briefly as he positioned himself, but the sensation of his hard cock pushing into you silenced your protests. The second brother, standing by the bed, grap your hair, forcing your mouth open. "Lick it," he growled, his cock hovering over your lips. You submit, your tongue flicking out to taste him, the salty pre-cum sending a shiver through you. The third brother, his eyes gleaming with excitement, took hold of your cock, stroking it in time with his brother's thrusts. "That's it, you filthy stable boy," the second brother taunted, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. "Suck it like you mean it." The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, moans, and grunts. You found yourself caught in a web of pleasure and shame, unable to resist the sensations coursing through your body. You found yourself lost in the moment, the shame and pleasure intertwining in a way that ignited a fire within. When they finished with you, leaving you a panting, sweaty mess on Angelique's bed, something had irrevocably changed.

In the days that followed, you avoided Angelique, her advances now unappealing. But the brothers, sensing your new desire, sought you out. Each time they returned from riding, they used your body, and you submitted willingly. "You're an eager one, aren't you?" the eldest teased after a particularly vigorous session. "We've discussed your position with Father," he informed you, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You're an eager servant, and we believe a lowly stable hand position would suit you far better than stable master." You stared at him, shocked by their intention to demote you, but your cock hardened at the thought of being degraded, and the brothers noticed. "Oh, he likes it," one of them said, smirking. "You like the idea of being put in your place, don't you? A stable hand, nothing more. That's all you deserve." You nodded, unable to speak, the shame and arousal overwhelming. "Excellent," the youngest brother said, high-fiving his siblings. "Our work here is done. Angelique is safe from this commoner's advances."

As they left, you realized the romance novel had taken an unexpected turn. Little did they know, you no longer wished to escape this world. The stable master's -or now the stable hand’s- desires had evolved, and the thought of being at the mercy of the brothers excited you more than any cheese romance ever could.

In a distant living room, Felix’s eyes gleamed as he read the unfolding events. "Well, this is an interesting development," he chuckled, setting the book aside. "Who knew this romance novel would take such a kinky turn? Might as well enjoy the show." He reclined in his couch, a mischievous smile on his face, and began to pleasure himself, his mind filled with the erotic scenes he had orchestrated.

[jaxor]

Cocksure in the Corporate World

Anonym hat gefragt:

Loved your last story. I am a female just trying to make it in a man's world. Can you show me what a life as a man would be like? I work in the corporate world.

In the bustling headquarters of a renowned corporation, you sat at your desk, meticulously reviewing the day's work. Your curly brown hair, a touch of casualness in an otherwise professional ensemble, frames your focused face. As a Senior Administrative Manager, you've climbed the corporate ladder with dedication and precision, ensuring every task for the Singapore branch is executed flawlessly. Your attention to detail is legendary among your colleagues, who often seek your guidance.

Especially Peter, your neighbor at the adjacent desk, seemed to rely on your support more than anyone else. Peter, a few years your junior, is the antithesis of your meticulous nature. His charm and intelligence are undeniable, but his approach to work is carefree, almost reckless. He's the life of the office, always sharing stories of his latest romantic conquests, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

As you finished up the report, you can't help but reflect on your relationship with Peter. He's like a little brother to you, always in need of guidance, especially when it comes to his work. You've been cleaning up after him for years, ensuring his reports are accurate and his deadlines are met. Despite his lack of attention to detail, he's intelligent and likable, always bringing a smile to your face with his antics.

Suddenly, a hush fall over the office as your boss called Peter into his chamber. You exchanged a concerned look with Peter, who shrugged nonchalantly and headed into the meeting. You knew he's been a bit lax with his work lately, and you couldn't help but worry. "I've told you to be more careful, Peter," you muttered under your breath as you watched him go. "But don't fret, we'll sort this out." Time seemed to crawl as you waited for Peter's return. Finally, he emerged from the boss's office, a broad smile plastered on his face. "You'll never guess what!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming. "The boss offered me the Team Head position in Singapore!" Your jaw dropped, and for a moment, you couldn't find your voice. You were happy for Peter, but the promotion stings. You've been working tirelessly, putting in long hours, and yet Peter, with his carefree attitude, has leapfrogged over you. "That's wonderful, Peter," you managed to say, forcing a smile. "Congratulations."

As you congratulated him, a part of you wondered if it's because he's a man. You shake your head, dismissing the thought. You've always believed in your abilities and worked hard to prove yourself in this male-dominated industry. Before you could dwell further, your boss called you into his office. You straightened your blazer and took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come. "Emily, I wanted to discuss the last report," your boss began, his tone serious. "There was a minor error in the footnotes." You felt your face flush, knowing full well that you pride yourself on your accuracy. "I apologize, sir. It won't happen again." "I expect better from you, Emily. Attention to detail is crucial in this role." He leaned forward, his expression stern. “See that it doesn't, Emily. Precision is key in our line of work. You're a valuable asset because of your attention to detail, but we need everyone to be on the same page." The frustration bubbled up, and you blurted out, "Or what? Will I get promoted like Peter? He's the one who made the mistake in the first place!" Your boss fixed you with a steady gaze. "Emily, you are precise and accurate, but Peter has leadership qualities. He inspires people, and look at how he's influenced you. You've been doing his work without complaint."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a hint of embarrassment. You nodded, choosing to remain professional, but inside, you were seething. Needing a moment to collect yourself, you head down to the café in the building's lobby. As you waited for your coffee, your mind raced. Is Peter really getting ahead because he's a man? You clenched your fists, the steam from your coffee mirroring the heat in your veins. "You look like you could use a friend," a voice said, breaking your train of thought. You looked up to see a handsome young man with sparkling blue eyes and stylish blond hair. He was wearing a white silk suit, an unusual choice for the corporate setting.

"I'm Felix," he introduced himself with a charming smile. "You look like you've had a rough day. Care to talk about it?" There's something innocent and disarming about his demeanor, and you found yourself spilling your frustrations to this stranger. You felt a physical pull towards him, a sensation you haven't experienced in a while. So, you told him about Peter's promotion, your boss's comments, and your concerns about gender bias. "I would give my life to understand the man's world," you sighed, more to yourself than to Felix. Felix' eyes twinkled with mischief. "Deal," he said, and a blue light emanated from his palms, enveloping you in a surreal glow. The world went dark, and when you regained consciousness, everything felt... different.

Your senses were heightened, and you were acutely aware of your surroundings. But something was off. You tried to speak, but no words came out. Panic rose within you as you realized you couldn't move. Then, a familiar voice echoed in your mind, “What the hell just happened?” It was Peter, and he sounded just as confused. “Emily? Is that you?” “Yes, it's me!” you responded, relief flooding through you. “But what's going on? Why can't I move?” “I... I think you're me now. Or rather, you're my...” Peter's voice trailed off as he took in the situation. Your mind cleared, and the realization hit you both at once. You, Emily, had become Peter's penis. Your consciousness was intertwined with his, and you could feel his emotions as if they were your own. The only remnants of your former self were the curly brown locks on Peter's head and the impressive appendage dangling between his legs. Peter, now aware of your presence, turned to Felix, who was still standing nearby, a satisfied grin on his face. "What did you do? Why is Emily... why am I...?" Felix's playful demeanor remained unchanged. "She wanted to understand the man's world, so I granted her wish. Now she can experience it firsthand." He leaned in, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Do you wish it to be different?" Peter's eyes widened in fear. He shook his head, his thoughts flooding with images of potential transformations. "No, I... I don't want to change anything. I just want to understand what's happening." Felix laughed, a light, carefree sound. "Then enjoy the experience! It's not every day you get to share a mind with your colleague's most prized possession."

As Felix walked away, Peter's panic set in. He had a few days off to prepare for his move to Singapore, and now he had to deal with this—with you. “I can't believe this is happening,” he thought. “And you're in my head, reading my every thought!” “I know, I'm sorry. But we have to figure out how to fix this,” you pleaded. “We need to find Felix and make him change us back!” Peter's thoughts turned to his promotion and the responsibilities that awaited him in Singapore. “I can't risk changing anything right now. I need to focus on my new role. Besides, I never knew you felt that way about my promotion. You were jealous?” “I... yes. I guess I was. I worked so hard, and I thought I deserved it more than you did. I'm sorry, Peter,” you admitted, feeling embarrassed by your own thoughts. Peter was quiet for a moment, considering your words. “It's okay. I understand. But I can't risk going back to Felix. Not yet. I need to get used to this... new situation.” Later that evening, Peter stood in front of the mirror, examining his new appearance. He ran his fingers through the curly brown hair, once a part of you, now framed his face, and he considered cutting it. "Please, don't," you pleaded in his mind. "I loved my hair. It's all I have left of my old self." Peter's hand hovered over the scissors, then dropped to his side. "Fine, I'll keep it," he conceded.

He looked down at his body, now enhanced by your presence, and his eyes landed on his crotch. He cupped his hands around you, and you twitched involuntarily at his touch. “I have to admit, the extra length and girth feel pretty good,” he thought with a smirk. “Don't you dare!” you screamed in his mind, as you realized his intention to pleasure himself. Peter jumped, startled by your outburst, and quickly withdrew his hand. “Okay, okay! I won't. But you're part of me now, and I can't help but notice how much better I look and feel.”

As Peter sat down to review the reports, you felt a sense of urgency. The documents contained crucial information about the Singapore branch, and you knew every detail had to be scrutinized. But Peter, never one for meticulousness, skimmed through the pages, his eyes barely grazing the words. “Slow down,” you urged him mentally, your voice a mere whisper in his mind. “We need to go over these carefully.” He sighed, frustration evident in his tone. “Emily, I just want to get a general idea. I’ll read them thoroughly later.” “But—” You tried to protest, but he cut you off. “I need a break. I’ll head to the gym, clear my head. We can finish this later.” You felt a surge of annoyance. This was not how you would approach such an important task. But as you were now a part of Peter, your influence was limited. At the gym, Peter went through his workout routine, his movements fluid and effortless. You couldn’t help but admire his physical prowess, but your focus remained on the reports. “Peter, we should get back to the office. Those reports won’t read themselves.” He grunted as he lifted a set of weights, his muscles straining. “Later. I need to blow off some steam first.” Your frustration grew with each passing minute. “Peter, please, we can’t afford to waste time. This is important!” Suddenly, his mental voice boomed in your shared consciousness, making you flinch. “That is my life, Emily! You are just my cock now, so shut up!” The force of his words took you aback. You had not expected such a powerful assertion of dominance. You felt a momentary silence, a realization that your influence over him was not as strong as you had hoped. Peter finished his workout, his body glistening with sweat. As he stepped into the shower, you felt the warm water cascading over your shared body, a strange sensation that you were still adjusting to. “These long hairs are getting in the way,” he thought, running his fingers through the curly locks. “I should get a haircut.” “No!” you protested, a sense of panic rising within you. “Please, don’t cut it. It’s a part of me, of who I was.”

He ignored your plea, and soon, Peter found himself in a barber’s chair, the familiar brown curls falling around him, a stark contrast to the stylish short cut that remained. “Yes, finally,” he thought, looking at his reflection with satisfaction. “I’m back to myself.” You felt a pang of loss, a sense of your former self slipping away.

But there was no time to mourn as the evening unfolded and Peter settled in to watch some TV. The remote clicked, and the screen flickered, landing on a channel you never expected to see. "Whoa, porn!" Peter's eyes widened, and you felt a rush of blood, a sensation you had never experienced before. "Stop!" you screamed in his mind. "This is inappropriate! We can't just—" "No, Emily," Peter interrupted, his voice firm. "I'm not changing the channel. I'm a man, and this is what men do. You're a part of me now, so deal with it." You felt violated, exposed, as his hand reached down, cupping you, his cock, possessively. "No, please," you begged, your voice weak. "This is wrong." "It's not wrong, it's natural," Peter said, his voice low and husky. "You're my cock now, and you'll do what cocks do." Peter’s hand wrapped around you, stroking, massaging. “This is my life,” he said, his voice low and determined. “You’re a part of me, and this is what I need.” You tried to resist, but the sensations overwhelmed you. Your protests turned to desperate moans as pleasure consumed you. “Yes... more...” you found yourself begging, your thoughts becoming incoherent as the pleasure intensified. “Faster... please...” Peter’s hand moved in rhythm with your desperate pleas, and you felt yourself nearing the brink. “Yes... so... horny...” you screamed in his mind as the climax hit. The release was unlike anything you had ever experienced, a burst of ecstasy that left you trembling. As the pleasure subsided, you felt a mix of emotions—exhaustion, satisfaction, and a strange sense of shame. You had been reduced to a mere instrument of pleasure, and despite your resistance, you had relished the experience. Peter, seemingly unaffected by the moral implications, turned off the TV and headed to bed, leaving you to process the events of the day. You were now more than ever aware of your new reality and the challenges that lay ahead.

The journey to Singapore was a blur of airports, planes, and jet lag. As you dangled between Peter's legs, the excitement of this new chapter in his life is palpable. But something has shifted within you, Emily. The assertiveness you once possessed has faded, and you find yourself hesitating to offer suggestions or voice your thoughts. Perhaps it was the way he firmly established his dominance during that intimate moment, but you can't deny the change in dynamics.

As Peter stepped into the bustling office, you felt his nerves, but also his determination. He was ready to take on this challenge, and you couldn't help but admire his spirit. The day flew by in a blur of meetings and introductions. Peter was charming and charismatic, effortlessly navigating the corporate world. "That went well," Peter thought to himself as he sat at his new desk.

You felt a twinge of unease as you realized your influence over him was waning. "Hey, I'm still Emily!" you protested in his mind as the days went by, your voice becoming more desperate. You wanted to remind him of your identity, of the person you were before this transformation. But Peter, focused on his new responsibilities and the excitement of a foreign city, barely registered your plea. "Ey, get used to it, you're just my cock now!" he snapped back, his thoughts already drifting to the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead.

But something unexpected happened the following morning, something that would change the course of your existence yet again. "What's this?" Peter murmured, his eyes still heavy with sleep. You didn't know what was happening, but suddenly, you felt a surge of blood rushing into your shaft, hardening you, greeting Peter with a morning erection. "Whoa, good morning to you too," he chuckled, stroking you gently. "Seems like you're settling into your new role quite nicely." You wanted to protest, to scream at him to stop, but the pleasure that coursed through your cock-body was overwhelming. You had become a willing participant in your own objectification, and the realization hit you hard. "Oh, Emily, you're really getting the hang of this," Peter mused, his fingers wrapping around you in a familiar grip.

You tried to protest, to remind him of your identity, but the words failed to form in your mind. It was as if your consciousness was muted, able only to experience the physical sensations. "There, there," Peter cooed, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your new form. "No need to be shy. Embrace your new role." And as he stroked you, you can't help but agree. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, and you found yourself greeting Peter with this eager hardness each morning. "You're finally behaving like a proper cock should," Peter said, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "I knew you'd come around."  Peter, satisfied, went about his morning routine, ready to take on the day with renewed vigor. As the days passed, you found yourself becoming more attuned to Peter's desires. Your once-scrupulous nature, the drive to make him more precise in his work, was fading. Instead, you found yourself drawn to the very essence of your new form. "Look at that one, Peter," you'd whisper in his mind, directing his attention to a beautiful woman walking by. "Not now, my cock," he'd respond, his focus unwavering during important meetings. But you knew that later, in the privacy of his apartment, he would indulge in the fantasies you planted in his mind. "I'm losing myself," you thought, the realization hitting you with a pang of sadness. "I'm becoming nothing but a tool for his pleasure." But even as you fought against this new reality, you couldn't deny the pleasure it brought. You were becoming Peter's cock, and with each passing day, your former aims and desires were shifting, aligning with your new form's primary purpose: to fuel Peter's lust and make him the virile stud he was always meant to be. Your wish to understand the life of a man was being fulfilled in ways you never imagined.

It was a typical workday, and as Peter stepped into his office, he noticed a familiar yet unfamiliar face. Felix, the young intern, has arrived, but Peter didn't recognize him from their previous encounter. Felix, the young sorcerer who granted your ill-fated wish, stand before Peter's desk, a hint of mischief in his sparkling blue eyes.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of your old self, captivated by Felix's charm. "Welcome, Felix," Peter said, his voice smooth and confident. He motioned to the chair in front of the desk, his demeanor that of a seasoned leader. "I'm glad you could join us for this internship." Felix's innocent smile send a shiver of anticipation through you. "I'm excited to learn from the best, Peter." As Peter began to explain the corporate structure, his hand subconsciously reached out, gently caressing Felix' head. You, as Peter's cock, stir with newfound power, your length growing in his pants. Peter's words became huskier, his actions bolder. "In this world, a clear hierarchy is crucial. Respect and submission are the keys to success." Felix's eyes widened slightly, but he remained still, a willing participant in this unexpected seduction. "I... I understand, Peter." Peter's fingers trailed down Felix's neck, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. "Submission is a powerful tool, Felix. It can unlock doors and grant you access to realms you never imagined." Before Felix could respond, Peter's hands were on his waist, lifting him onto the desk.

You felt Peter's breath quicken, his desire fueled by your influence. "You see, Felix, in this world, I'm the one in control." Felix's breath caught as Peter's lips found his, and you, revel in the sensation of power. Peter's actions were guided by your desires, his straight facade crumbled under your control. Peter's hands moved to Felix's hips, pulling him closer, his own body responding to the lust you've ignited. "Yes, Peter," Felix whispered, playing along with innocent fervor. "Show me... show me how it's done." Peter's hand moved lower, unzipping his own pants, revealing your rigid form, now fully erect. Peter's breath was hot against Felix's ear as he whispered, "Just relax and enjoy, my boy. It's all part of the learning process." Felix' body arched as Peter entered him, his eyes squeezing shut as he bite his lip to stifled a moan. Peter's thrusts were slow and deliberate, his cock, your body, filling Felix with a pleasurable burn. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, accompanied by Felix' soft whimpers and Peter's grunts of exertion. "Yes... I... I understand, sir." Felix moaned, his hands gripping the desk as Peter's thrusts became more urgent. Peter's chuckle was deep and sensual. "That's it, Felix. Let go and submit to your desires. It's the only way to truly understand the corporate world." As Peter's movements became more urgent, his tie, still hanging around his neck, swing with each thrust, a symbol of his dominance. Felix' moans filled the office, a sweet melody of surrender. In this moment, you realized the extent of your power. You can control Peter, bend him to your will, and even alter his sexual orientation. The thought was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Felix' thoughts betrayed his innocent facade, "Impressive how...” he trails off, not remembering your name, the name of the woman who once was “ ….his cock has made Peter at least bi or even gay and so dominant. But I, Felix, the sorcerer, will show him his place soon enough." Unaware of Felix' inner monologue, you continued to guide Peter, reveling in the sensation of being his driving force, the very essence of his desire.

As Peter collapsed onto Felix, you felt a sense of triumph. You've controlled him, made him dance to your tune. You are no longer just a cock, but a powerful force, capable of bending others to your will. Felix's innocent act and your manipulation of Peter's desire have created a puppet on strings, and you intend to keep pulling those strings. In that moment, you realized your transformation is complete. You are no longer Emily, the meticulous administrator. You are a force of nature, a tool of pleasure, and you will shape Peter into the virile stud you desire - with his head crowned in luscious brown curls.

[jaxor]

I'll have eternal gratitude towards my master for making me Jaxor, I feel utter bliss at the touch of my new body. I feel the need to fuck someone so much but I'll wait an eternity if master says so.

Bruuh huhuh ma deepest desire is to serve and worship u and become a himbo demon, like Sxodnir, becoming urs huuhuh

You had always been a man of action, a defender on the soccer field, ready to tackle any challenge that came your way. But today, you found yourself in a different kind of game, one that would change your life forever. The transformation of your teammate Scott into the himbo demon Sxodnir had sparked a curiosity within you, a desire to explore a new identity. And it was Felix, the enigmatic sorcerer, who held the key to unlocking this new world. As you stepped into Felix' sleek apartment, you felt a tingle of anticipation. You had deliberately chosen to wear a casual white shirt instead of your signature golden soccer kit, hoping to keep this encounter a secret from your teammates. Felix' eyes widened in surprise at your unusual attire, but he welcomed you with a mischievous smile. "Jacob, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect to see you here, especially not in such a... discreet outfit." "Yeah, Felix," you replied, your voice low and steady. "I wanted to talk to you about something... personal." Felix' eyebrows arched in curiosity. "Oh? And what might that be?" You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "I want to become a himbo demon, just like Scott. I mean, Sxodnir." The words feelt strange coming out of your mouth, but the desire burning within you was undeniable. Felix' eyes sparkled with amusement. "I see. And why the sudden interest in becoming a demon?" "I... I admire Sxodnir's transformation. He's more confident, more... appealing. And the way he serves you, it's... it's hot." You felt your face flush, but you pressed on. "I want that. I want to be transformed and serve you." Felix' lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Well, Jacob, it's not as simple as you might think. Sxodnir's transformation was triggered by a specific act—fornication with his brother." Your eyes widened at the revelation and a flicker of disappointment crossed your face. "I don't have siblings. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes." A mischievous smile played on Felix's lips. "Are you now? Then sit." He gestured to the couch, and you complied, your heart racing. This was it. Felix sat beside you, his proximity sending shivers down your spine.

"You're sure about this?" he whispered, his breath warm on your neck. As you settled into the soft cushions, Felix moved closer, his scent—a mix of lemon and cucumber—invading your senses. Before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours, soft and insistent. You responded eagerly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his blond hair. His mouth tasted like honey and something more exotic, something that made your head spin. Breaking the kiss, Felix trailed his lips along your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. "You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?" he murmured, his fingers skillfully unbuttoning your shirt. "Yes," you breathed, your voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." Felix' hand slid down your chest, and you arched into his touch, craving more. He reached your waist and then lower, his fingers brushing the bulge in your pants. His hands wandered, one reaching down to grasp your crotch, stroking your hardening cock through the fabric of your pants. A moan escaped your lips, "Ah, Felix..." His fingers worked the fly of your pants, and he chuckled as he realized you're wearing your golden soccer shorts instead of underwear. "Eager, aren't we?" he teased, his touch making you harder, the fabric of your shorts straining. "Yes, I—," you started, your voice hoarse with desire, but Felix cut you off. "Shh, let's not rush things. This is perfect for what I have in mind." You nodded, unable to form coherent words. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you wanted more. Much more. "Perfect," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, we begin." Felix pulled away, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He stood, holding out his hand. "Come with me." With a flourish, he waved his hand, and a portal opened, revealing a dark, mysterious room.

You stepped through, your heart pounding. The room was vast, its high ceiling lost in the shadows. Black marble columns loomed around you, their surfaces adorned with golden reliefs of men in various poses. At the center, a basin filled with a shimmering golden liquid caught your eye. "Step in," Felix instructed, his voice echoing in the temple-like hall. You didn't hesitate. The arousal Felix had stoked in you made the decision easy. You stepped into the basin, the goo enveloping your legs, warm and cold at the same time.

It tugged at your soul, a sensation both pleasurable and terrifying. "Now, immerse yourself," Felix commanded. Doubts began to creep into your mind as you sank deeper into the goo. What if this was a mistake? What if— "Wait! I—I can't do this. I've changed my mind!" You tried to back away, but the goo held you fast. Felix' laughter filled the room, echoing off the marble columns. "Too late for doubts, my eager friend. Much too late." His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could protest further, the goo seemed to come alive, forcing you down. The goo enveloped you, its thick consistency sliding over your skin, leaving no inch untouched. It felt like a thousand tiny hands pulling at your very essence, and you realized with growing horror that your soul was being torn from your body. You cried out, the sound muffled as the goo engulfed your head. "No, please!" you screamed, but it was useless. Your soul was being ripped away, leaving you empty, and then, you were sinking, deeper and deeper into the golden abyss. You sensed your soul being drawn towards one of the marble columns, leaving a golden imprint of your form on its surface. The last thing you saw was the golden relief of your own face, frozen in agony, adorning the marble column.

Then, with a sudden rush, you broke free, emerging from the goo. But the world had transformed. The goo, once golden, was now as dark as the abyss, and the room was devoid of any trace of gold. The stark black marble columns towered around you, their coldness seeping into your bones. You knew, without a doubt, that you had entered the demon realm. Your reflection in the basin revealed a startling change. Horns, sleek and golden, curved gracefully from your temples, and from your back, majestic wings unfolded—a shimmering golden extension of your newfound demonic nature.

The sight should have terrified you, but instead, a foreign emotion surged through your veins—an intense, primal desire. "I need to mate," you whispered, the words echoing in the empty hall. "I need to fuck." The demon realm was desolate, and the thought of being trapped here sent a shiver down your spine. But your new, insatiable hunger drove you forward. You had to find a way out, compelled by the need to satisfy this burning lust. As if in response to your thoughts, a soft whisper cut through the silence, "Jaxor... Jaxor, I summon you. Come and serve." The name resonated within you, and you realized it was yours now. Jaxor.

Before you could fully process what was happening, your surroundings shifted. The dark, brooding temple of your transformation was gone, and you found yourself back in Felix' apartment.

The luxurious space was bathed in soft light, and your eyes immediately locked onto the figure of Sxodnir, the himbo demon. His golden wings shimmered, and his light blue eyes sparkled with a playful challenge. Driven by an instinctual urge, you pounced, your body moving with a newfound agility. You leaped onto Sxodnir, your hands gripping his shoulders, and you could feel his power beneath you. He struggled, his muscles rippling beneath your touch, but your strength was overwhelming. Sxodnir's breath came in short gasps as he tried to push you off, but it was futile. "Not so wild, Jaxor!" Felix' voice rang out, authoritative and laced with magic. His words cut through the haze of your desire, and you felt an invisible force pulling you away from Sxodnir. The room spun as you were lifted into the air, and for a moment, you hung suspended, your heart racing. With a gentle thud, you landed, finding yourself on your knees before Felix.

"No!" you screamed in frustration, the sound echoing off the walls. "I want Sxodnir! Let me have him!" Your voice was hoarse, filled with the raw need to claim your prey. Felix' laughter filled the room, a mix of amusement and a hint of fear. "My, my, Jaxor. Such passion. But I think we need to tame that wildness a bit." He snapped his fingers, and a rush of energy coursed through you. Your black leather pants transformed, morphing into a golden metal jockstrap that encased your cock, rendering it useless for the moment.

You bowed your head, the gesture one of complete devotion. "Command me, my master," you said, your voice steady and full of purpose. Felix' eyes widened, taking in the change in your demeanor. "You're... different," he mused. "Sxodnir has a playful spirit, but you... you're pure, raw desire. One moment you could tear the world apart, and the next, you kneel before me with unwavering loyalty." You remained silent, your gaze fixed on Felix. The need to serve him, to please him, was all-consuming. You would do anything to earn his favor, even if it meant restraining your own desires. "I see the way you look at me, Jaxor," Felix continued, his voice soft. "You want to please me, don't you?" "Yes, my master," you replied, your voice a low growl. "I live to serve you. To protect you." Your eyes flickered to the side, catching sight of Sxodnir.

Jealousy surged within you, but you pushed it down. You had no right to demand Felix' attention, but you could channel that emotion into something else - aggression! Felix smiled, understanding flashing in his eyes. "I must admit, I'm intrigued by your eagerness," Felix said, stepping closer to you. "You would do anything I say, wouldn't you?" "Yes, my master," you replied without hesitation. "I live to serve and obey." Felix' eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "And what if I were to ask you to... nuzzle my fingers?" Your heart raced at the prospect, and you couldn't suppress a low growl of desire. "I would consider it an honor, master." Felix laughed, a delightful sound that filled the room. "Very well, Jaxor. Nuzzle my fingers, and perhaps, if you're a good boy, I might let you taste something even sweeter." You eagerly knelt before Felix, your eyes never leaving his face. As he extended his hand, you leaned forward and gently nuzzled his fingers with your nose and lips, savoring his touch. Felix' laughter turned into a soft moan, and you felt a surge of satisfaction at bringing him pleasure.

But as you looked up, you noticed Felix' gaze had shifted. His eyes, sparkling with curiosity, landed on the golden soccer shorts you had been wearing—a memento from your former life as Jacob. “May I?” Felix asked, his voice laced with intrigue. He didn't wait for a response, already reaching for the shorts. You nodded, your mouth suddenly dry as you watched him undress. The golden fabric glimmered under the soft lighting, and you could almost feel the weight on your soul. Felix stepped into the shorts, his slender fingers pulling them up his thighs.

As the material enveloped his body, he let out a soft gasp. “Oh…” His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and you noticed the bulge forming in the shorts. The sight of Felix' growing arousal made your mouth water. “Incredible…” Felix murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his hands over the fabric. “I can feel the magic.” Suddenly, his movements became more fluid, graceful, like a dancer. He spun, and you realized he was mimicking the movements of a skilled soccer player. The golden shorts had awakened Jacob's athletic prowess within him. “I feel like I could play for hours without tiring,” Felix laughed, his voice echoing in the room. “And the skills… I can do things with a ball I’ve never even attempted before!” You watched, mesmerized, as Felix demonstrated a series of intricate dribbles and shots. The transformation was astonishing. It was as if Jacob's talent had been infused into Felix' body. “Normally, these would turn me into a member of the Golden Team, right?” Felix asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. You nodded, your voice hoarse as you responded, “Yes, that’s their power. To grant the skills and spirit of the Golden Team.” Felix smiled, and you saw a hint of the sorcerer's power in his eyes. “Well, I’m not just anyone. I’m Felix, the sorcerer. I absorb their magic, but I won’t be joining any team.” As you watched, the golden shorts lost their luster, turning to their usual black color. Simultaneously, a red and black striped soccer jersey materialized on Felix' body, fitting him perfectly.

“Hmmm…” Felix' eyes narrowed in concentration, and you sensed him probing the magic he had just absorbed. “This power… it’s… arousing.” You swallowed, your throat dry as you understood the implications. Felix' gaze met yours, and you saw the determination in his eyes. “I think I’ll pay a visit to the Golden Team’s practice field. I heard they make out after each session. Time to join the fun!”

With a wink, Felix vanished, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of magic.

As you stood there, a jockstrap of golden metal now a part of your new form, you realized the transformation was more than physical. You were Jaxor, a being of raw desire and unwavering loyalty. And in that moment, you knew that serving Felix, exploring your new powers, and dominating those who crossed your path would be your destiny.