You decide there's nothing you can do about your situation right now, all the ogres seem to be avoiding your cage after the big one had his fun with you. So you just curl up on the ground, and try to go to sleep. It's a long time coming, but soon you drift off.
You wake in the morning to the sound of heavy rattling. At first you think about the strange dream you had, but once you open your eyes you remember that it wasn't a dream at all. You're still in a cage and the big ogre is standing just outside it still rattling it to wake you up. "Scrawny human must wake up now." When you look at him, he grins around his tusks. "Scrawny human's not so scrawny anymore, but still kind of scrawny."
The ogre points down at a bowl he shoved inside your cage, some sort of gooey gruel like substance with bits of undercooked meat in it. "You eat now. We have more fun later." Indeed, even though the stuff looks absolutely foul, you can't help but hear your stomach suddenly grumbling loudly in response to the smell of even this bad looking food. You grab the bowl, but not seeing any utensil, you just start shoveling the food into your mouth with your hand. The taste and smell, as odd as it is is almost familiar to you, and you're not sure you even want to know what type of meat you're eating. The ogre just sits on a stone watching you with a huge grin on his slightly beastial face.
Once you're mostly finished, the ogre gives a deep rumbling laugh. "You like taste human. I added special ingredient." He grabs his bulge through his loincloth, still smiling wickedly at you. You gag, and retch wanting to spit up the food, but you suddenly feel a tight cramp in your stomach. Your muscles cramp up, but not as bad as last time, only growing a little bit from this latest dose of the ogre's cum, a few more inches on your biceps, your chest pushing out a bit more, your pants become uncomfortably tight now, the rough and now very dirty fabric rubbing against your legs, with about six inches of exposed shin visible past the cuff. Your shoe's are now beyond uncomfortable, and with a horrible ripping sound the front of your sneakers burst open along with your socks, leaving your much bigger toes to stick out the front of what remains of your foot wear.
As horrified as your are by the changes occurring to you, you are oddly aroused by it, if the ten inch erection clearly outlined by your tight jeans is any indication, as well as the small wet spot spreading out from the head as you stain your pants with pre. The hair on your chest goes from the blondish peach fuzz to a slightly darker brown, and while its still sparse, it covers a broad swath of your chest. A thicker trail of hair now leads from out of the waistband of your jeans and up between your solid abs to you belly button. The cramps cease, leaving you gasping for air like a fish on land, the ogres laugh still ringing in the air.
"Cum works better when fresh, but this works too." You can still smell the ogres foul reek on your breath, but instead of making you want to gag now, it actually turns you on even more. "And you get addicted." As if the ogre can read your mind.
"What are you.. doing to me?" You're still gasping, reeling from the pain that wracked your body during the change.
"Ogre's fairies. Not look like it, but we are. Fairies don't give birth like humans, we use what we make to turn humans into more of us. We need more ogres, and we caught you." The ogre shrugs as if that's all that's needed. "I was scrawny human once too. Now I rule ogres. Any ogre could change you, but I want you for myself. My cum is best, make you a strong ogre. Now I need to rule, I be back later." The ogre gets up and after shooting you another almost evil grin he walks off, leaving you alone in your ever smaller cage.