“Let’s go out--I’m in the mood for some public indecency, if you know what I mean,” you say, and Jake grins.
“You’re such a fucking pervert.”
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t want me any other way,” you say to him, getting up and giving him a cum flavored kiss
before lighting up a cigar and putting a few in a pocket to take with you. “Come on, let’s go to the park--
there’s usually some kind of eye candy there to enjoy.
“Hmm, alright,” Jake says, and the two of you head out. The park is only a few blocks down, and on the way you
make quite a few guys uncomfortable with your stares, and tendency to grope your hard cock as you pass them
by. Still, you both make it to the park a few blocks away and head in. “Hold on,” Jake says, “You haven’t paid
up yet.”
“Oh come on Jake, I’m fuckin’ horny as fuck!” you say.
“Just wait, you’re gonna like this one, I promise,” Jake says, and fires the gun at you. When the beam
dissipates, you look down at yourself, but nothing’s changed.
“What’s the deal? What did you do?”
“You’ll see. Come on, let’s go find you some jack off material.”
You shrug, and head deeper into the park, heading for the more conspicuous wooded areas where you’re less
likely to be disturbed. It isn’t long before you happen upon a grimy looking derelict sitting on a park bench
with a few shopping bags next to him, and you let out a little moan, and pull up short.”
“Aww, dude, seriously?” Jake asks.
“Fuck yeah man, he’s fucking hot, just watch this,” you say, and have a seat across from the man, pull out
your cock and start jacking off. The derelict sees you, and is at first shocked, and then embarrassed, and
then tries to avoid looking at you, but that’s not very sexy. You want him to be a perv like you. You want him
to get off on the fact that a filthy slob like you is jacking his cock across the path in public...and then
the strangest thing happens. The derelict looks at you again, but different this time--horny, like you are,
and he pulls out his cock and starts jacking off too, both of you staring at each other, licking your lips.
“Go on man,” Jake said behind you, “Think about your fantasies, think about the kind of guy you want that
homeless fuck to be.”
“You can’t help yourself, and as the thoughts run through your head, they almost immediately manifest
themselves in front of you. The man’s beard and hair grow even longer and filthy, his clothes nearly rotting
off his body, and you can smell the scent of piss and shit from where you’re sitting, but the derelict doesn’t
care--he shits and pisses himself all the time--for fun. Yeah, looking at the filthy derelict you found--no,
created--you’re getting real close to cumming, when you hear:
“What the fuck is going on here!?”
Surprised, you look up and see a slim, clean jogger has happened upon the scene, a look of disgust across his
face, and you’re angry at being interrupted, and even angried that this fucker is looking at you like you’re a
piece of trash. But you have just the way to deal with someone like that.
Leering, without a word, you turn to the jogger and start stroking your cock, and the jogger notices that
something is wrong. Looking down, his slender frame is expanding--he’s growing fat at an incredible speed, and
you don’t stop at chubby--you don’t stop until the jogger is staggering on the path, morbidly obese, over 600
pounds, his spandex having long since ripped off his body, and you give him a moment, a moment to think about
the fact that he’s going to suffer, and then you keep going. After all, you can’t have a 600 pound jogger
leave the park streaking, right?
Clothes next. A set of stained, unwashed coveralls that stretch skin tight across his filthy body. A mullet, a
thick, curly beard. A thick mustache hiding the fact that he’s missing half his teeth. A dimwit, IQ down to
90. Short cock, pig bottom, desperate for cum from men as dirty as he is, and the trashman you’ve created
grins at the two of you, but you send him to the derelict.
“Aww fuck dude, yer fuckin’ nasty,” the trashman says, grabbing his crotch as best he can around his apron,
“Wanna fuck? I’ll suck ya off at least.”
“Oh? You want to suck me off?” the derelict said, “Well, I suppose you can do that, for a price.”
“Aww come on man, what do ya want?”
The derelict leaned in closer, and the trashman could smell him, the last remnants of the jogger lodged in his
head screaming and fighting against your compulsions, but you go ahead and cut him out. You don’t want any
distractions this time. “Well, I got a few loads a shit in the back of my pants that I’ve been saving up. You
clean me up, and I’ll let you suck my cock.”
The trashman licks his lips and gets down, the derelict pulling down his pants and you watch him feast,
jacking your cock good and slow, taking your time. He finishes, and with shit plastered across his face, he
starts sucking the derelict’s cock, and you lose it, cumming all over yourself in the park, shuddering, but
the two slobs don’t even notice--they’re too caught up in their own perversions, and you stare in awe at what
you’ve done.
“Dang dude,” Jake says, “That was...intense.”
“No...No kidding,” you say.
“So...what now?” Jake asks.