You feel groggy as you wake up, warm waves of bliss running through you. Your hands climb easily to your chest, grabbing the ample flesh there. Your thumbs move across your furry skin, finding their way to your nipples. You moan, finally opening your eyes a little. The sight pulls you out of your revelry - your enormously muscled arms and flabby breasts and hairy body look entirely alien. You slap your hands down angrily, and the force rattles the bedframe around you. You do your best to ignore your body's craving for release -- there are other things to focus on. Yosef, the shopkeeper. Yesterday comes back in a painful flash, each memory only deepening your misery. You know what you have to do.
Picking up the ring, you ready yourself. You focus on Yosef in your mind's eye. The ring hasn't proven itself to have many limits yet, and you decide you'd like to give him a taste of his own medicine - you want to switch your whole bodies. The man deserves to live his life in this freakish body, not you. You close your eyes and kiss the ring. Eagerly, you snap your eyes open. You are disappointed that Yosef's well-built, olive-skinned body is not stretching out before you, but rather the same mismatched form you woke up in. You go to lower your arm, and can't. Your eyes open wide with panic, darting around the room -- and you see Yosef standing in the corner.
"Hello, [Name]," he says. His voice is dripping with poison. You go to cry out, but your mouth doesn't respond. Your throat doesn't even twitch. "Don't bother. You won't be able to move till I'm done with you." Smiling, Yosef continues, his dark eyes flickering. "Simple magic like that can't even scratch me. You really should have thought twice before you did that." The tall man treads over calmly and sits down on the bed beside you. "I'm disappointed that someone so wonderfully attractive could harbor such ugly feelings." He runs a finger across your thigh as he speaks, moving upwards. The shopkeeper's touch feels electric. "This body was a gift." Yosef punctuates these words by drawing his finger up the length of your hard penis. It reacts to his touch by snapping forward. You feel so horny, and can only close your eyes in protest. Yosef continues, and you feel his hand pull back. "I'm going to tell you what happens next. How you will be punished." You open your eyes, staring at the shopkeeper. Yosef lays down next to you, his face next to yours. You feel warm breath on your neck. He turns your head to face him, and you avoid his gaze. You stare down at his ash-gray shirt, noticing places where the tightly pulled silk hint at the tight muscles underneath.
"You're going to make this up to me, [Name]. You know, I really enjoyed what happened yesterday. It's been a long while since someone like you came to the shop. Someone who lost control of such simple magic so easily. You should really be more careful, especially when you're out of your depth." He puts a hand on your slightly paunchy stomach lovingly. You try to tense your powerful biceps and smack his hand away, but can't. Instead, you stare sidelong at his manicured nails, so mad you can barely think. Your dick betrays your feelings with slow drips of shining precum. "So here's what we'll do," Yosef says, and your eyes snap upwards. "You're going to keep changing this body, but you're going to do it for me. And you know what I like, don't you?" His hand slides up to cup your hairy tit. You want to scream, not sure whether your anger or pleasure is winning. "I want you to become my toy. And for that, you're much too... average. I want you to become something wonderfully strange, something that is only mine. No one should want to even look at you, because you will belong to me." A frustrated tear falls down your face, and Yosef kisses it away. He stands up, running a hand down your hirsute body and caressing your engorged cock one last time. "Come to the magic shop when you're ready to play again. I'll even cast a spell to give you a little extra motivation. Oh, and one last thing," he says with a snap, "you can have a do-over with that ring today." Then Yosef disappears.
The second he is gone, your dick erupts with several jets of hot cum. You cry out, helpless to control your blistering rage and fierce orgasm. When it is over, you can move again, and you clean yourself up. You begin to notice that although you are upset, you can't really stay focused on it. In fact, the only thing you can think about is your next change. You need to change yourself, need to make Yosef happy. You are shocked and ashamed to feel such deep love for the man who has done this to you, but you can't help yourself. You decide that you have to...