David gagged. The stench of …. That thing…. Still filled his lungs. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen.
That man wished to become the worst thing. And it happened. He became the most disgusting thing David had ever seen.
Yet the mass of sewage, wipes, pads, and other disgusting things looked so… happy. Resigning itself to a stinky and simple fate.
Matthew tried to hide his erection- but Madam Illusia noticed it and gave a smirk.
“Who could enjoy such a repulsive display? Watching a man become a lump in a sewage pipe? Doomed to two hundred years of shit, piss, and all sorts of other waste” she asked pointing at David, parting the crowd and nudging him closer with her magic.
David whimpered.
“Make me the worst thing! Something repulsive! Something no one wants to look at! And make me stink! Oh make me stink!” He begged as his cock throbbed.
Everyone laughed. Illusia cackled.
“It appears the stink of our last volunteer has awoken something in our dear….what was your name?” She asked.
“David” he said. “Oh make me something not worthy of a name”
He blushed. He had no idea why he was begging for a fate like this. For some reason it felt so right.
Illusia clapped.
“Very well. Let us decide your smelly destiny”