Briaden left the sauna, hole feeling nice and raw after being properly plowed by his master.
He was sweating up a storm and went to the showers. The water was nice and warm, and Braiden found himself basking in the stream of refreshing water as it sluiced away the cum and grime from his rough skin. His hands roamed over his form, enjoying the familiar yet, at the same time, unfamiliar hairy hills and valleys of his burly body.
Bull might be a slave to a pervy old man, but he was a happy, good-looking slave, at least.
Still, you realize, maybe now might be a good time to get out of this body. Like, right now, before Braiden’s master farms Bull’s cowhole out to a bunch of bears to plow. Even as you thought that, you see the two older men and Braiden’s master look into the showers and walk your way.
It was now or never.
"I want..." you say in Braiden’s deep voice, only to be overwhelmed by a sudden desire, to wait here in the shower for those guys to come in and plow him from both ends--No!
No.
"I want to..." go lift weights, pack more muscle on this massive form. Being Bull was amazing, the muscles, the hair! Why would he give it up to go back to being boring old you? His master would be so fucking happy, maybe he’d even let him out of the cage-
No!
"I want to be ignored!" You finally managed to shout.
Bull’s whispers dissappeared along with the huge muscles and body hair as the suit deflated.
The ruddy, rough skin shimmered and shifted into that same strange, light, rubber material. Soon, you were standing in the showers, the boiler-suit limp, hanging off your body. Thankfully it was waterproof or it would be soaked.
You breath a sigh of relief and pass by the two older men, who were still eyeing you with lust.
Going back to your locker, you unzip the suit. Underneath was a black tank top. Below that were your favorite white athletic shorts that clung to your hips and ass tightly.
You carefully stepped out of the suit and folded it up.
“You are very scary to work with,” You say to the suit and place it on the bench behind you.
That thing was only safe to use in a controlled environment. You’d have to tell Jack about it when you got back to his shop. Using it at the gym like that had been reckless as hell.
You turn to use the sink and smacked directly into a husky middle-aged man, who almost dropped his phone in surprise.
“Oh, I’m sorry, young man!” The man’s voice was familiar and you looked up.
“Unlce Jack?” You say in disbelief as the older man fumbled with the device in his hands.
He was wearing a terrycloth robe.
“Oh, my apologies,” Jack said, glancing up at you without a hint of familiarity in his eyes. “Didn’t see you there, young man.”
He sidesteps around you, focusing back on the device in his hands. You noticed it wasn’t a typical phone, but instead an arcane, mechanical device, with multiple silver compass arrows and cogs whiling and spinning in all directions.
“Damn piece of junk!” Jack mumbles to himself whacking the back of the contraption a few times.
Wait, why didn’t he recognize you?
You glance back at the folded suit on the bench behind you. He’d said it was still a prototype! Had it altered reality? But you weren’t a huge muscled bull anymore, so that couldn’t be it. What might have happened?
Maybe Jack would know?
“Um..sir?” You ask, “What are you doing?”
Jack barely spared you a glance.
“If you must know something was taken from my shop and I’m trying to track it down.” Jack said, then went back to observing his device.
As he walked past the bench the suit was on, Jack’s device made a loud noise, whirling, beeping, and emitting smoking.
“Ah! So it was the prototype,” Jack said, picking the suit up. “Man, this thing is dangerous!”
“Why is it dangerous?” You ask, suddenly cautious.
“Well, the enchantment isn’t stable.”
“Right, the multiversal refraction is too perfect.” You reply off-handedly, recalling what your uncle had muttered. “It can alter reality by projecting an alternate version of yourself or a possible existence that might fit in with…”
You trail off.
Uncle Jack is staring at you in shock. Right, you forgot that the suit had made him forget you were his nephew. That was all the more reason you needed to convince hi to help you.
“You..how do you know that?!” Jack sputtered. “I haven’t even told the other wizards about-!”
“Jack you old horn dog!” The old man from before shouted, his green eyes twinkling as he bustled over to where the two of you were standing.
Jack sighed and turned around “Hello Randolph...”
“I haven’t seen you in years!” Randolph wraps an arm around Jack’s back, but a fair bit lower than one might do for a platonic friend “When was the last time we saw each other?”
“When you invited me to that sex party,” Jack responded stepping away, “and after pleasuring you and all your nasty pals, I asked someone to return the favor and none of them were interested.”
“Come now don’t tell me you still hold a grudge?” Randolph pulled out a water bottle and casually took a sip. “That was just a little miscommunication.”
“Miscommunication!” Jack huffed angrily. “Was it a ‘miscommunication’ when you told all of them you were bringing a, and I quote, ‘cock-hungry cumhole’? I saw the group chat afterwards.”
“Where’s the lie? You took all of those cocks like a champ. It was like some kind of sorcery.” Randolph replied, eyes lost in reminiscence. “And I can’t help it if you were too much of a pushover to ask for a blowjob *before* sucking off a dozen old men.”
“I’m not a pushover!” Jack growled a bit too loudly from the other room before his voice softened. “I was...just being polite.”
“Sure, just being polite, didn’t enjoy it at all.” Randolph chuckles “That’s why you were rock hard the whole time.”
“You were the one who told me I should save my load for a month before the party!” Jack grumbles. “And then you snapped a cock cage on me!”
“A lot of cock sluts love that sort of thing,” Randolph shrugged, “how was I supposed to know you’d be so vanilla. Though how you managed to wriggle out of that thing without the key I’ll never know.”
“And afterwards,” Jack continues, “I found out you were charging all of them money and favors for *my* blowjobs.”
“What, you’ve never heard of a finder’s fee?”
Jack rolled his eyes. “I see you haven’t changed a bit”
“It’s changed about as much as your fashion sense,” Randolph reaches down and opens Jack’s robe, “Still like to go bare under there eh?”
Jack’s face reddened and he pulled his robe together. “I’m not in the mood, Randolph!”
“Ok, okay, so I take it you haven’t come back to see me.” Randolph gave his bulge a quick adjustment. “And clearly you’re not here to work out. So why are you here?”
“For… “ Jack turned his attention back to you, “something that went missing. But I found it.”
“Oh!” Randolph said, hustling over to you and throwing a hairy arm over your shoulder, “I completely forgot to introduce you to someone. Jack, this is Braiden, my 19 year old grandson!”
Wait, you were still Braiden?
And did Grandpa Randy just call you his Grandson?
You turn to the mirror above the row of sinks next to the lockers and stare in shock at the reflection looking back at you.
The person in the mirror was clean shaven, face boyish with a button nose and a smattering of freckles that made his green eyes stand out, his chestnut hair in a stylish short cut. A dense chinstrap beard framed his face and hid the soft beginnings of a second chin.
He wore a tanktop that barely concealed his chubby pecs or the soft curly hairs that covered them. His jiggly little beerbelly under his black tanktop. Below the tanktop was his shorts, which were tight around a perfectly formed bubblebutt.
Your new body was shorter, thicker and hairier than your old body. As you stared at the old man with his arms around your shoulders, you realized you looked like a much younger version of Randolph, the resemblance strong.
“Well, go on Braiden, say hi to Jack!” Grandpa Randy said.
“H-hi Jack, i-it’s n-nice to meet you!”
“Well any time you want to have another taste you are welcome to it Jack” Randolph says to Jack as he walks out of the locker room with his arms around your shoulders “No one has sucked my dick quite as well as you did all those years ago.”
Jack blushes again as he ushers Randolph out the door and shuts it behind him.