Van woke up with a mouth full of cotton and a full bladder. He stumbled out of bed and rubbed his eyes. That had been a weird fucked up dream, but.. it was before he came home from the bar. No, he probably dreamed that part too. Stepping into his bathroom he walked up to the toilet and just dropped his pants, reached down to guide himself and woke right up.
It hadn't been a dream. He looked down at the cock in his hands, easily seven inches soft and shivered. "Holy shit." Then after a moment reached behind himself and grabbed a handful of one of his plump ass cheeks. "Fuck.." Van was a pretty average guy overall, went to the gym enough to keep fit if not really put on muscle, so the plump rear probably looked weird on him. He occupied himself with emptying his bladder before kicking off the rest of his clothes and starting the shower.
As he waited for the water to warm he tried to think back to the bathroom encounter. One change a day from that weird fairy unless he agreed to serve him for a while. Van looked down and shook his head. "Well, the little fucker seems to have certain tastes, anyway. Better get my use out of this thing while I can."
Stepping into the shower he let the warm water wash over him. He took his cock in both hands and began to pump it, it didn't take long to bring it to full mast. It even felt more sensitive than before. He let his mind wander to his usual jerking material, women with big butts and breasts. Though he wondered how his ass compared to theirs now with an idle chuckle. Women appreciated a nice ass on a guy, didn't they? Abe-whatever had just done him a favor.
He moaned softly as he pumped his new tool, he wanted to squirm it felt so good. He hadn't felt this randy since he was a teenager, and with a gasp he came, quicker than he had in years, too. Spurting thick globs of cum on the shower wall. He'd need to learn to last all over again. Cleaning up, then cleaning himself off, Van wondered idly just what he had stepped into, was this really worth it. For a moment he cussed out his drunk self as he toweled himself dry. Turning to look at himself in the mirror, he tried to remember the name the fairy had said. "Abaltis?"
"You called?"
Van practically jumped out of his skin and turned to look out the bathroom door to his bed. Abaltis sat on the edge of it wearing only jeans, smoking pipe hanging from between bearded lips. His thickly muscled chest and prominent abs on display with their curly red covering. If not for his height he'd look a perfect muscle bear. Even Van had to admit there was a certain masculine magnetism to the guy. "Not thinking of giving up already? Don't worry about the hair trigger, you'll get used to it. Might embarrass yourself a few times though."
Van wrinkled his nose. "Mind not smoking in here? My landlord will have a fit." He tucked the towel around his waist and stepped out into his bedroom. Oddly, the smoke didn't smell like tobacco, it had a musky, earthy smell, but almost sweet, more like incense.
Abaltis just shook his head an kept puffing away. "So? What did you want? I'm not in the habit of running when mortals call, I was in the middle of something. But you still have my curiosity."
"I was just.." Van stammered, he had just been trying to see if it would work, but he thought that answer might piss of the guy with the powers, so instead he settled for. "Needed to make sure my drunk ass didn't doom myself."
With a shrug, Abaltis twirled his fingers and presented a scroll to Van. "Here, everything in writing." Van took the scroll and unfurled it. The wording was short and simple, basically what Abaltis had said to him, it even had a pair of signatures at the bottom, his looked, well, completely accurate, like he had signed it himself. Part of Van worried it was too simple, with too many loopholes to wiggle through. "In case you're wondering, it's not forged. It's just the physical manifestation of our agreement, you 'signed' it when you shook my hand." As Van looked it over again, Abaltis stood and walked around him. Shorter than Van, he still felt like the fairy was looking down on him, he just had that much physical presence.
"What are you doing?" Van asked, rolling the scroll back up.
"Deciding on today's payment, might as well take it while I'm here." Abaltis said, coming to a stop in front of him.
"What? It hasn't even been a whole day yet!" Van began to protest, only to be silenced with a snap of Abaltis' fingers, causing a shiver to run through his body.
"I get one change a day, doesn't say what time of day, or twenty four hours. One a day. I think you'll like this one." Van looked down at himself, turning around. He didn't notice anything immediately.
"What did you..?" Van cut off and his knees went weak as Abaltis reached out and brushed a thick finger against one of his nipples. The fairy then took it between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a little tug that made Van gasp. Soon, both of his nipples were being played with, a puff of floral smoke hitting his face, he felt his cock stiffening and pushing against the towel covering it. "See? I like to give my toys pleasure, too. Serving me wouldn't be so bad, this is just a taste. What do you say?" Looking down he could see his nipples getting a larger as they were played with, not only that, his chest seemed to be pushing out a bit, his flat chest developing a small but obvious pair of pectorals, at least it might balance out his ass a bit.
Van shook his head, managing to mutter a soft. "No."
Abaltis grinned and lowered his hands. "Good, I'd be upset if you broke that easy. I think I'm going to enjoy our game." Another puff of smoke hit Van in the face and when it cleared, his fairy tormentor was gone.
Collapsing on the edge of his bed, Van put his face in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. He was about to call him back and end it, but then he heard his phone go off on the nightstand. He reached over to grab it, the icon for his hook up app showing a message. Well.. maybe one night wouldn't hurt.