Then I snapped out of it. What the hell did I want to be transformed for? Whatever voodoo he was using to get me hard must've been making me too agreeable.
All too suddenly it hit me that this 'guy' was intruding and that he wasn't about to leave until I made him. So I grabbed a large knife from the draw and held it where he could see.
"Listen, I don't know how they do things in Hell," I yelled, surprised by my own courage, "But this is my house and you need to leave. Now!"
"Oh, brother," he sighed. And before I knew it, he was coming at me. Completely overwhelmed by the prospect of actually having to use the knife, I dropped it. Next thing I knew, he had one hand grasped firmly on my shoulder and the other down my boxers, clutching my cock and balls.
There was a moment when this was okay. I looked into his beautiful eyes and was genuinely glad that he had made the first move. And then he pulled away. But he didn't leave empty handed.
I was so shocked it took me a moment to realise what had happened. My boxers were hanging about my knees but there was nothing for me to be embarrassed about. Where my genitals should have been was a perfectly flat and smooth area of skin. Runt was holding them in his hand.
Actually, that was something to be embarrassed about.
"What the-"
"Relax," he soothed, "I'll give you it back"
"What did you do!?"
He held it up by the head and gently tickled the balls.
"That's mine!" I said, pathetically.
"I've confiscated it until you learn to behave," he sniggered, "I can't leave just yet and until I know I can depend on you, I'll be keeping this as collateral"
I instinctively covered my empty area with my hands, as if I could fool him that I was still all there.
"You can't do this to me!" I sobbed.
"Hey, this might turn out good for you," He smiled, "Say, if you want some enhancements..."
He grabbed my cock by the head and base and stretched it until it was four feet long.
"Hey! Don't do that!"
"Or maybe something more exotic...?"
He squished it and stretched it until it dangled majestically as a horse's cock.
"I know some ladies that'll like that. Or maybe a common choice..."
He compressed it back to normal, then pushed his finger into the urethra, splitting it into two sizeable boners, side-by-side.
"Just give it back"
"Or maybe even..."
He squashed it into his hands and, with a flourish, made it vanish.
"HEY!"
"Okay, just askin'. Hell, I don't know what you're into"
With a snap of his fingers it was back; my own, normal cock.
"If you want somethin' like that, you'll be so pleased I know I can trust you," He informed me, "If, however, you want it back just the way it was, tha's fine, just you won't get it 'till I leave. Capiche?"
He brandished it at me, expecting me to make up my mind.