"I think I want to play a little bit more with you, Mike." John said. "If it's true that you can change that kid's body all the way you want. I want to try a few things. First, I want you to be Micheal, just for the reaction. Next, I wish you have a pro bodybuilder physique."
"As you wish, my master." Mike replied and almost instantly his body began to transform. His well-toned muscles exploded all at once, stretching him to the size of the Hulk. His pecs hardened into a pair of solid rocks, as well as his face and body structure becoming more and more masculine by the second. Michael let out grunts of passion and lust, a rush of testosterone flowing through his blood and veins. He was sweating and beet red, his generous throbbing dick was growing. Inch by inch, a huge cock formed along with a pair of pumping hairy balls.
Michael looked at himself not recognizing the body he now has. The final touch was the shortening haircut, leaving behind a short cut that completed his douche bro look.
John smirked, running his hands over the huge man's chest and abs and admiring him. He even noticed an awful scent emanating from Mike's body. He ordered him to lift his pits up. When Michael did it, he found a thick bush of armpit hair releasing a putrid musky stench into the air. "You're not definitely a kid anymore." John said with a dumb grin on his face.
There was a moment of silence between them. John scanned the boy’s body hungrily, before meeting his eyes. Michael scratched the back of his neck confusedly, revealing his furry, wet pits and nausea-inducing musk. "I don't know who I am anymore." The haired hunk replied concernedly. "I think I'm both Mike and Michael at this moment."
"I think it's better that way." John smiled, teasing him erotically. "I- um- I-I’m not a fag…" Michael weakly replied as he looked down at the man before him in complete disarray. His visible boner protruded from his shorts and cum soaked his underwear as John inched closer and closer to him.
Michael whimpered as John went right next to his ear, his hot breath began to drive him crazy. John whispered seductively, "Of course you are, you are whatever I want now, even if it means changing your orientation and I guess you wanna have a taste of me, don't you?" This was wrong, Michael was just a kid, and he wasn’t into boys before... before? did that mean he was gay now? Everything was going far too fast and Michael's thoughts couldn’t process it. So he let Mike to take control and release his instincts.
Mike found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, John followed him with a cocky grin on his face. Michael looked up at the guy slowly approaching him, nervous as if he was prey hunted by a predator.
Step by step, John walked closer until his crotch was in Michael’s face, he quivered. He couldn’t help himself but inch closer, drawn it, breathing it’s scent as he unconsciously began rubbing his own boner with his hand. John laughed, gripping Michael’s shortcut hair and pulling his head up to meet his eyes, “Like I said, you’re gonna do it even if you want it or not.”
Michael gulped, his head pounding with a barrage thoughts, and only one truly speaking his hormone influenced mind. “Just be gentle with me, John.”
John nodded as he pulled his boxers down, revealing a musky, veiny cock that astounded Michael for an instant. Without a second to spare, John shoved his cock into Mike’s mouth, causing eyes to go bloodshot and his throat to choke. Somewhere deep inside of him, Michael wanted out, to cry for help. However the screams of desperation weren’t louder than the sound Mike made as he gagged up and down on John's cock.
John moaned as he throat fucked the former kid, “This is better than I dreamed for, you're going to be an excellent personal slut, kid.” Mike’s hormones were going crazy, the idea of serving his master everyday made his cock cream prematurely. Almost hypnotically, he agreed to every word John said as he continued to work the meat in his mouth. John stopped, removing his dick from Mike’s drooling lips. He panted, covered in a layer of sweat with pre-cum blanketing his tip. “Get up,” he commanded.
Mike didn’t say a word, he knew what was coming next, but Michael don't and all he could think about was could be worse than this. The two men’s lips clashed together, the taste of sweet saliva and sweaty cock flavored their mouths, pulling apart for mere seconds before they came together again. Michael shut his eyes and bit his lip from pressure of something entering his rear end. John groaned, shoving his dick deeper, and began to thrust, picking up momentum as the clapping sound from Mike’s thick bubble but caused him to go even faster.
John, almost already nearing his climax from the blowjob, loosed one final thrust into his pet slave's ass, filling the bodybuilder with his creamy load. Sweaty and breathing heavily, the pair flopped back onto the bed, their bodies beginning to relax from the climax they shared together. As their minds drifted to sleep. John gives one last order to Mike. "Go to sleep and never talk about it."
Deep down, Michael was screaming, aware that his life is not going to be the same. But with his new form and new life, he hadn't any other choice that deal with it for now. With a smile, Mike pushed his memories and consciousness in his testicles while hid body turned back into a prepubescent boy. John watched him getting fast asleep and with a satisfied sigh, he felt his sore dick and finally left Michael's room. He could definitely get used to this.