Runt licked his lips as he waited for my response, and I was seriously considering his offer. I felt like I was high on paint fumes, staring into his
eyes, hypnotised. Then I felt something brush against my cock. I looked down and saw that one of the buttons on my boxer shorts had come
undone and my hard-on had fallen out.
Whatever spell he had me under, my embarrassment snapped me out of it. I blushed. I tried to cover myself but I was too hard to cup it
properly.
"Let me put some clothes on," I said to Runt, already turning away from him. He shrugged, but I could detect a, "Drat, I almost had him!" note in
his expression. I hid in my bedroom.
At the time, I had every intention of doing only what I'd said. I found a better fitting pair of boxers and pulled on yesterdays jeans and t-shirt.
To fill time, I put on socks and shoes too. Then I sat on the bed and wished I was miles away. I was too scared to go back. I had been so turned
on by him if he had wanted to fuck me I'd have let him. And it was quite clear he wanted to. Not only that, I had genuinely considered getting
transformed by this creature. He could make me agree to anything he wanted.
Time passed and I realised that there was no way I'd go back into that room with him. If I waited much longer, he'd come to find me. I had to
do something. I went to bedside table and found my phone.
"911. What is your emergency?"
"You've gotta help me!" I said, "Somebody's gotten into my apartment and is trying to blackmail me to let him stay here."
"A squad car has been dispatched, sir. What is your address?"
I gave it to her.
"Is the intruder still there, sir?"
"Yes, he's in the front room."
"Where are you?"
"I'm hiding in my bedroom."
"Can you barricade the entrance?"
Good idea! This is where our tax dollars go. I dragged my wardrobe in front of the door. There was no way anyone could open it.
"He can't get in," I told the operator, "Hurry!"
"The police are almost there. Can you describe the intruder, so they can identify him?"
"Uh. He's a young man. Long brown hair. Sort of athletic. He's, uh... attractive, I guess." I cringed. Why did I say that? If the operator thought it
was unusual, she didn't react.
"What is he wearing?"
"Um..." I went hot. "He's not wearing anything."
She reacted then. "Sir, are you saying the intruder is in a state of undress?"
"Yeah, whatever! He's naked, okay?"
A pause. "Has the intruder attempted to abuse you sexually?"
"Not yet," said Runt.
I yelped and dropped my phone. Runt was lying on the ceiling. I couldn't see how he was staying up there. He had his arms folded and his legs
crossed, watching me with a half smile. He winked.
My boner returned with a vengeance. It pressed against my jeans so hard it hurt. I groaned in pain as I instinctively wrestled with the button of
my jeans. I writhed on the bed. I couldn't get it undone.
"Let me help you."
Runt dropped from the ceiling and walked up to me. Carefully, he reached over to my crotch and, with one finger, unplucked the button. My
cock forced its way out. My zipper was pushed right down to the bottom, my new boxer shorts were torn open and my cock stuck straight up,
much bigger than I remembered. I was sweating.
Runt sat on the bedside and took a hold of my cock. I moaned. My head went blank. I scratched at my shirt, tearing it off my body. Runt began
to massage my chest. He was so gentle, so slow it infuriated me. I put my hands around his and forced him to jack me off. I couldn't open my
eyes, I was so far away.
His free hand caressed me and I filled with warmth. I was swelling up. His was touching me all over and I realised he wasn't touching my cock
anymore. It was just me, jacking off as he tugged and prodded and pulled. I hadn't noticed him taking off my jeans, socks and shoes. Or had I
done that.
He carefully pulled my hands away from my cock and I felt his mouth envelope it. The intense pleasure I was experiencing doubled. I wondered
how long I'd been moaning for. Missing his touch, my hands found themselves rubbing my body up and down. I felt so hot, so rugged and raw.
My fingers worked up my chest, across my face and got wrapped up in my long hair. It was a few moments before I remembered I had short
hair.
My eyes shot open. Runt was still working his tongue up and down my shaft. But it wasn't my shaft any more. It was thick and tanned brown,
and my pubic hair was bushier and darker than I remembered. I lifted myself onto my elbows and whimpered. My body had completely
changed. Instead of the short, pale and skinny guy I used to be, I was tall, broad and brown. I was toned and athletic, almost mediterranean. My
body was so large I could barely fit on the bed and yet I looked more in my late teens.
"Wha-"
As I spoke, a final wave of pleasure pulsed from Runt's mouth, to my cock and across my body. I fell back onto the bed and shivered and I
exploded into his mouth. I came and came, it wouldn't stop showering onto me. I lay there, quivering, as Runt removed his lips and watched
the fireworks.
Once it stopped, and I got my breath back, I sat up.
"What the fuck!?"
I was alone.
"Runt!?" I called. No answer, and for the first time I realised my voice had changed. Deeper, more gravelly and with a slight italian accent, I
thought.
For a moment I was relieved he'd gone and it was over. But when I stood up, everything felt so strange. The room felt so much smaller and my
body was heavier than I was used to.
I stood in front of the mirror. I was very handsome, still covered in my own come. I had a hard-featured face, with slick brown hair down to my
shoulders. And a cock than made me blush. It was weird and I was bewildered but I'd have been freaking out much more if I wasn't so happy
with the way I looked.
Suddenly, I heard a bang. Shouts of, "NYPD!". I realised I was naked and panicked. That's when I realised what Runt had done. He made me look
like him. A larger, more masculine, more European version of him, but nonetheless enough like him to match the description that I gave the
police. And I was naked.
I heard somebody try the door behind my wardrobe. Then they tried to knock it down. That's when I freaked out.
My clothes were all in tatters. I ran to the wardrobe and pulled out the first pair of jeans I could find. But with my new monstrous size, I couldn't
even get my foot down the leg. Nothing would fit me, not even my sweatpants would pull up past the knees. I hopped and pulled and tried so
hard but all I managed was to fall flat on my face.
My wardrobe tumbled as the door fell in.
"Freeze! You're under arrest!"