Walking nonchalantly down a small street in a rather nice neighborhood, Zarr Gar'Kahn looked from house to house, searching for a
suitable trio to participate in his game. He sensed nothing. Still, he searched, passerby paying him little mind, despite his demonic
appearance. Of course, it being October, most people were preparing for Halloween, so it wasn't really out of the ordinary to see the
occasional enthusiast decked out in his overly intricate costume ahead of time.
Gar'Kahn was just about to give up his search in this particular area, that is, until he came across a home, not quite as nice as the rest.
The yard was overgrown with weeds and the house itself was in a state of slight disarray. It was quite a contrast when compared to it's
surroundings. Nonetheless, he could feel something inside. A mortal with a strong transformation fetish dwelled within. He could sense
something else inside: two more mortals, with not quite as strong a signal, but a deeply rooted, however unexplored desire for
transformation. All three were good friends and roommates, quite tenacious when it came to competition.
'Perfect' Gar'Kahn said to himself. He surmised that these three would be more than suitable candidates for his entertainment.
John and Jeffrey Kurtith were brothers, each constantly at each others throat with back-and-forth banter, constantly trying to outdo one
another, and enjoying it all the while. Their somewhat shy friend and roommate, Brendon, however much he enjoyed occasionally
joining the others in their zealous endeavors, generally preferred keeping to himself. He was rather enthusiastic about the idea of
transformations, and, being an artist, spent much of his time drawing detailed, and in most cases, erotic images of people being
transformed into various objects and animals. Neither of these three could possibly know what was about to come knocking on their
door.
Sure enough, a loud rapping could be heard upon the front door, and Jeffrey went to answer it. To say the least, he was quite surprised
at what he saw.
"Hello, there!" Gar'Kahn announced cheerfully. "My name is Zarr Gar'Kahn, and I was once known throughout the world as the terrifying
master of transformation!"
Simply assuming this was merely a prank by some idiot in a costume, Jeff replied "Sure you are, but I'm afraid we're not interested in
whatever you're. . . Selling." He tried to slam the door, but Gar'Kahn held it open
"I'm afraid you don't understand," Gar'Kahn said hastily. "I've come to offer you boys the chance to wield powers you could only dream
of. . . At no monetary cost to any of you."
By this time, Gar'Kahn's entrance had caught the attention on John and Brendon as well. "What the he'll are you talking about?" Jeff
said.
"What if I told you," Gar'Kahn continued, "that I could bestow upon each of you the ability to transform each other into whatever you
want, for sport? It's a little game I created."
"Good for you!" Jeff retorted, laughing, "But you're insane! Now get out of here. We aren't interested in whatever crazy game you think
you've invented, you freak!"
"How about a demonstration?" Gar'Kahn said, his voice becoming more menacing. He pointed his finger at Jeff, who barely had time to
utter a confused "What?" Before shrinking rapidly, disappearing into his clothes, which fluttered gently to the ground.
The room was deathly silent as Gar'Kahn stepped through the door, silently closing it behind him. He knelt down and began to sift
though the pile of clothes that lay on the floor where Jeff had just been standing, muttering to himself "Now where did that boy go?"
After a few moments of searching, apparently unable to find what he was looking for, Gar'Kahn picked up one of Jeff's shoes. He
looked inside, and declared, "Ah! There you are!" The shoe was overturned, and out fell a plain brass ring, which rolled a few inches
across the tile before falling over, laying motionless on the floor before the demon, who squatted, gazing down at the ring, tail flicking
behind him, a cruel grin spreading his face, revealing his sharp, blackened teeth. Gingerly, he lifted the ring from the floor, and stood
up, slipping it onto his right ring finger. Extending his arm in front of him, he admired the band, smiling wickedly. "Beautiful!" he
whispered. "I've still got it!"
Absolutely flabbergasted, John and Brendon just stood there, looking on, unable to comprehend what just happened. Finally, John
mustered enough of his senses to speak. "What. . . Did you do?"
"Really!" said Gar'Kahn. "Were you not watching? Your loud-mouthed friend has disrespected me. I offer him power and he chooses to
insult me and cast me out. I don't have the time for such insolence, so I simply made him into something a bit more useful. He's much
quieter now, too. Wouldn't you say?"
"That's my brother!" John said, distraught. "How could you?"
"WAS your brother, foolish mortal," the demon said sharply. "Now he is nothing more than a piece of jewelry. Do not concern yourselves
with him any longer, for now he belongs to me! Now, are you two going to accept my offer and play my game, or shall I depart and find
someone else more willing to cooperate?"
"We will take no part in your sick games, you monster!" John seethed.
Gar'Kahn frowned. "Very well. I shall take my leave. But not before I deal punishment for YOUR insolence as well." He looked from John
to Brendon, and back to John. He couldn't help but admire the feeling he sensed from Brendon. He was obviously aroused by this whole
situation, but he hadn't even spoken up this whole time. Perhaps he simply need a bit more of a push. . .
"Alright," said Gar'Kahn. "I've decided what I shall do with you, John!"
John tensed up. How did this beast know his name? But he didn't have much time ti think about it. One flick of the demon's finger later,
both he and Brendon were fully naked, their clothes having completely disappeared. Another flick later and Brendon found his genitals
shrinking. Within the second, they were gone! His crotch was completely bare. The demon snapped his fingers, and John, unable to
control himself, bent over, pressing his ass against Brendon's bare crotch. There was a flash of light, and John shrank, fusing to
Brendon. In mere seconds, the fully grown John had become an eight inch shaft jutting straight out from Brendon's crotch, in full
erection. His arms and legs had fused and moved to his base where they were now reformed into a pair of testicles hanging between
Brendon's legs. At the tip of his shaft, where John's face had once been, was only a small vertical slit.
"Your friend now has a new purpose." Gar'Kahn said, chuckling. "I daresay he'll bring you more pleasure now than he ever did before."
He laughed, and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Brendon yelled.
"Be advised, mortal," Gar'Kahn warned, "to anger me now would be most unwise. You would share a fate similar to your friends'."
"No, it's not that." Brendon said. "I just wanted to ask, if I agreed that the three of us would participate in your game, is there any
chance they can be changed back? My friends, I mean."
"Hmmm. . ." the demon paused. "I would consider it. Nonetheless I seem to have finally caught your interest. . . I guess so. Yes, if you
agree to participate, I will let your friends go. What say you?"
Brendon thought for a moment. It was now or never. . .