Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 04:04:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alistair Bentley <xformguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Headshop: Chapter 9: Payback

Chapter 9: Payback

Sunday afternoons the porn store didn't appear to be very busy. The place
only had a couple of customers. Wearing my too-tight jeans and too-tight
t-shirt, I headed down the backstairs to the leather room. The proprietor
was there - - I wondered if he ever left. He was wearing a different
t-shirt, a tan one pulled over his pecs, and as I rounded the corner, it
occurred to me how attractive he was. He was in his 40's, with a scrub
beard, buzzed head, and piercing eyes. He looked at me rounding the corner
as if he were expecting me to show up. Even as I approached, he went
through the curtain to the back counter. I followed. The bouncer was
there. Seeing me, he left his stool and stood near me. I guess since I had
accosted the proprietor before, he wasn't taking any chances.

"Mr. Hollins," he said, "what can I do for you?"

My head was a turbulent mixture of the weed high, the guilt, anger, and
depression I was feeling, the endorphins from the workout I'd just had, and
the relative freak-out of what just happened to Code-Monkey. I put my hands
on the counter and leaned into the emotion. "You have to tell me what's
happened to me."

"What's happened to you," he said, "is that Sarge has turned you into a
sexual machine, with beauty of muscle, physical stamina, and the ability to
make any man or woman horny just by standing near them."

"That's not what I meant," I said, "I fucked a guy this afternoon . . . and
he turned into a monkey!"

"Ah yes," the proprietor said proudly, "Your cum has been imbued with
certain properties."

"I get that," I said a little testily, "How's it work?"

"If injected anally, it will transform the recipient into anything you
imagine," he said, "If injected orally, it will transform the recipient
into anything they imagine. Quite simple."

I absorbed this for a minute. It seemed impossible, but I'd seen it - - I'd
live it. Pizza-boy had changed into a smaller, muscular muscle
stud. Code-Monkey had changed into a monkey, probably because of the
nickname. Fuck! I had to be careful what I imagined. So far, it had been
uncontrolled.

"And . . . I can only cum in a guy's ass . . ." I said.

"No," the proprietor corrected, "You can cum anywhere, anytime. Sarge has
only given you permission to cum while fucking a male. If he were to give
you permission otherwise, you would obey him."

I considered this. I looked around the shelves as I did, looking at the
small bottles of liquid, the powders, the masks, the dildos and butt plus,
the jars and flasks. I wondered what all of these things did. I wondered if
there was a cure for myself, Nick, Pizza-boy, or Code-Monkey among them.

"How can it be cured?" I asked.

"I'm not interested in reversing your condition," the proprietor said,
"That would damage a good relationship with a better customer than you."

"No," I said pissed off, "That's not what I meant. I turned a guy into a
monkey by accident. I obviously can't fuck him again to turn him back
. . . he's too small. Is there a cure for him?"

The proprietor nodded, "Yes, but it's unnecessary and expensive. The effect
of your cum will wear off in about a month, unless you make it permanent."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Code-Monkey would have a terrible,
life-changing experience, but at least he'd be a human being
again. Pizza-boy I was less worried about . . . he was still walking around
on two legs. "How's it made permanent?" I asked.

"Two applications of your cum with the same intent."

A guy came into the room through the curtain. He was young, maybe 20 or 21,
had shiny black hair, a small, lean build, and an intent face. He was
sporting a beard of sorts, covering his entire jaws, his chin and upper
lip, even his cheeks. It also stretched down his neck below the neckline of
his shirt. It wasn't long, but close to the skin and not so dense that you
couldn't see skin beneath it as he moved. His eyebrows joined over the
bridge of his nose and two small white points protruded from his lower lip
. . .teeth?

The guy started as he saw me. His eyes traveled up and down my body,
obviously checking out my body through my clothes. He sniffed, almost
absently, his nostrils flared to take in the air. When he did, his eyes
focused on me intently and I thought I saw his pupils dilate.

The proprietor seemed amused at this, but said nothing. The new guy, seeing
me at the counter, backed off to a corner by the dildos and seemed content
to wait his turn. There was silence for a moment. I wasn't sure I wanted to
continue my conversation with this new guy present; these were personal
issues. Something about him kept dragging my attention, maybe it was his
youth, the fact that he was obviously turning into something himself, or
maybe it was just a flare of the more aggressive chemicals milling around
my brain.

I barked at him over my shoulder, "Do you mind, boy? I'm having a private
conversation."

He seemed shocked out of his reverie. With the way his cock had apparently
tented in his pants, I could imagine what that reverie was. I was still
emitting "the scent," so, no wonder he was horning up. "Oh, okay," he said
in a gravelly voice, "I'll just . . . wait outside."

He made his movements to leave, keeping his eyes on my as he did. I turned
to the proprietor and said, "So I guess I can expect that to keep up? Every
man I'm near will be fascinated with me?"

"Of course," he said, "and you'll have your choice of them."

I wondered about that. Would it really be that easy? How easy had it been
to seduce the pizza-boy? Or Code-Monkey? What had driven a normal guy to
literally go into another man's locker and nuzzle his jockstrap? It was
true; he could have ANYONE on his terms, except perhaps Sarge and the
proprietor.

"If I fuck Nick," I asked, "will that rubber stopper thing come out?"

The proprietor considered this for a moment. "No," he said, "the two cannot
reverse each other. Whatever form he becomes will have the stopper and will
deflate if it's opened."

"How can I get that our of him?"

"There is an extractor," the proprietor said incredulously, "But, it's very
expensive."

"But you trade in bodies," I countered, "right? If I gave you someone,
could we trade for the extractor?"

The proprietor considered this and it was clear his interest was
piqued. "Yes," he said, "Since Sarge has given up claim to your friend, I
am free to act without considering his interests. Who would it be?"

"That's not your issue," I said, "But I can't transform them the way they
are. I need something from you to get them."

The proprietor considered this for a moment and then seemed to realize who
I was talking about. We discussed a plan and he agreed to the terms. He
gave me two things, a small vial of brown liquid and a clear glass flask
with an elaborate stopper. He gave me the instructions for both. Feeling
reasonably satisfied I left the alcove.

"All yours," I said to the hairy guy, who was milling around next to the
wrist and ankle restraints, looking at each with hairy hands. The guy
tracked my progress through the room and up the stairs. I even caught him
looking up the stairs after me before I left complete. Interesting.

I drove home, my mood started to harden. The testosterone in my blood was
raising its voice, telling my anger and frustration what to do. I
considered my life and how easy going I had always been. Things were
different now and I tried to remember how being that person felt, but the
memories receded somewhat and were foggy. It seemed like a movie in my head
now, my old life, just a series of scenes without any real emotional
context. And yet, it was obvious I was having doubts about what I had
become. How long could I function with those doubts? I had a new life now;
a new body. There was no immediate cure, at least not until Sarge
"released" me. I needed to start making the best of it and use the power
I'd been given in some productive fashion.

But, in order to move ahead, I had some shit to take care of from behind
me.

I entered my apartment and Nick was there, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt,
his bare feet propped on the coffee table, watching some sci-fi movie. I
should have know what it was. I had been a sci-fi geek myself and when I
glanced at the characters, watched a snippet of the special effects, it
seemed familiar. I tried to place it as I came around the couch, but I
couldn't. I was about to feel bothered by this, but I pushed that emotion
away. I had to embrace what I'd become and release what I had been.

I came over to Nick and kissed him on the mouth. He was surprised by this,
but, given his submissive programming, he returned the kiss. Out mouths
dueled for dominance with one another briefly; mine won. As wrong as it
might be for me to own a human being, Nick belonged to me. Sarge had
arranged it. I would enjoy him as long as I owned him.

I disengaged from him and left him on the couch, already hard in his jeans
from such a brief sexual contact. "I've been to the shop," I said, "I'm
going to arrange for this to be taken out." As I spoke, I reached down
under his shirt and flicked the top of the rubber post in his navel. He
tensed up immediately, but softened as it was clear I wasn't trying to
actually flick it open.

"You can do that?"

"Probably," I said, "It's not a done deal yet."

I heard noise in the bedroom and looked up toward the bedroom door. "She's
here," Nick said to me.

I considered this for a moment, my mood turning into stone. "Good," I
said. I disengaged from Nick completely and headed toward the door, the
brown paper back with the items from the shop in hand.

My "lady" was on the bed, lounging seductively in a negligee that I had
bought her on our last anniversary together, a thin, silk red thing that
covered her body in the all the right places. Oddly, I found it enticing
even now. I had assumed I'd become a complete fag by now, especially with
my new "embrace it" plan, but there was some hetero in me still because the
curve of her breasts, the wide hips and the whispered suggestion of her
cunt in all that silk started my sexuality racing a bit. Maybe I'd just
been made bi-sexual so I could service more people, no doubt.

Whatever. Nothing on the bed changed what she had done to me and Nick,
without permission, without any right. She thought she was going to
benefit, but she had dealt with the wrong person; Sarge had screwed her
over by making me more powerful than she had hoped to control.

"What are you doing here?" I challenged, "I told you to get out."

"You didn't mean that," she purred, turning on her sexual charm. She pursed
her lips and tilted her head so that her long hair would fall over her
shoulders and cascade down to her breasts. This was a practiced move and it
was working, because my cock started to chub in my jeans.

"I did mean that," I asserted, "The only reason you're here now is because
of this." I grabbed my growing mound and shook it through my jeans at
her. "You're just hooked on my juice. You don't love me. You haven't for a
long time."

My mind dutifully brought up the memories of our years together, but they
all were hollow and without any attachment from me. I was
surprised. Usually getting over a break-up of this magnitude would have
been harder; score one for "getting stupid."

"Jimmy, there's no need to be crass," she said, "You obviously want to give
it to me. Look how hard you've become."

I peeled off my shirt and toed off my shoes. "Oh yeah," I said, "I guess I
don't have much choice, do I?" I worked my pants and jockstrap off and
stood there in my socks, my cock at full mast. I moved over to the bed and
she started touching my body, her hands playing over the muscles she had
requested be added to my frame. She moved her palms over my nipples, trying
to tease me, while she guided the head of my cock into her breasts, another
tease.

I wasn't in the mood to be teased. I reached down and grabbed the silk of
her negligee and I pulled it apart easily in my hands. She gasped at what
she thought was going to be foreplay and rubbed her hands up her own body,
as if trying to seductively cover herself from my advances. Her roleplaying
sickened me. I put my huge hand on her chest and pushed her flat against
the bed. I moved to straddle her hips, holding her legs in place with my
own. One by one, I took her wrist and trapped it between my knees and her
own body, until she was struggling there.

At first, she seemed to get into it, writhing in such as a way as to push
her breasts out toward me, a lustful smile on her face. My cock was hard
and on her stomach, jutting toward her breasts, oozing out rivulets of
pre-cum that she eyes hungrily. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue
at it, obviously asking to blow me. I gathered some on my fingertips and
put it to her mouth. She expertly sucked my fingers, licking all the juice
off of them quickly. She seemed disappointed there wasn't more. She
struggled against me, trying to get her hands free, but I was too heavy and
too strong for her now. All by her design. Part of me darkly laughed at
that. She was getting just was she deserved.

I reached for the paper bag and brought out the small brown vial. I
gathered my pre-cum on my fingers again and teased her mouth open with the
possibility of my juice covered fingers going into her mouth. She closed
her eyes and begged for it. When her mouth was open, I poured in the liquid
from the vial. She gasped and sputtered, but because I'd hit the back of
her throat, she swallowed it all.

Her demeanor changed from sexual game to something more angry. "What was
that?" she demanded, struggling harder. I put my hands on her shoulder and
held her down, my legs still pinning her arms and my back absorbing the
feeble blows from her knees. I pushed my face close to hers and looked her
deep the eyes.

"Just a little something from the shop," I told her, "You felt compelled to
arrange for me to be altered to your wishes. I thought I'd return the
favor."

Her eyes opened wide in terror. "What have you done to me?" she demanded,
"Get off me!" She struggled with renewed fury and I let her win, rolling to
one side, off her and off the bed.

She sat up and I stood there. She seemed to be taking stock of herself and
was obviously feeling something. She let out a deep breath and said "oh"
quietly. On hand moved down to her pelvis and seemed to be probing it. She
started sweating. Her breath was a little more ragged and she winced in
pain. "Oh" she said more emphatically. I sat in an easy chair I had in the
corner, the cool leather shocking my skin, to watch the fun.

Her hips narrowed, bit by bit, the bone and flesh shrinking into line with
her waist. At the same time, the sheath of muscle that was over her hips
and pelvis hardened up into familiar muscular lines. She spread her legs
wide her hands pushing down into her cunt, probing it. Something was going
on there she couldn't explain and she strained to see what it was. From her
angle, she couldn't see what I saw. From inside her, a flap of skin had
formed, sealing off her cunt. It was pushing out of her like a balloon that
had been stuffed inside her and slowly inflated. She groaned at the
pressure. And took a couple of heaving breathes. The balloon of skin seemed
to be about to pop when it instead slid out of her completely as she gave a
sharp cry. Two solid objects had come with the flap of skin. She realized
what was happening.

These were her nuts.

She looked down in horror as her clit started to bulge up. Responding to
some internal cue, she bucked her hips forward as it lengthened from her
body, the head flaring out into a glans. It stretched and thickened
steadily until it had become a cock, complete with foreskin, and dripping
her own pre-cum onto the bed.

She looked at me suddenly, "Ohmygod!" she yelled, "You've given me a
dumbstick!"

"Funny you should say it that way," I said, "You're gonna be pretty stupid,
too."

She looked in horror and anger at me. She would have flied off the bed, I
think, had the rest of her body not started to change too. She watched as
her feminine curves gave way to masculine bulges, rippling down her legs,
ankles, and feet. The changes were somewhat subtle, as nothing more was
happening than her body being changed from female to male. She wasn't
bulking up or becoming a muscle stud. She was just becoming herself, only
male.

I briefly thought this an interesting study in the differences between male
and female physiology, but that thought was lost among the pleasure of
watching her squirm and writhe on the bed in the same frustrated anger that
I had been experiencing for a couple of weeks.

Hair sprouted down her legs, dark, but only lightly covering her legs. Her
feet grew long and wide and this seemed to horrify her most. When she
pulled them closer and started feeling them, as if to confirm what was
happening, she realized that her hands had gotten larger and wider also,
less delicate and thicker of fingers. Hair was sprouting on her forearms,
but again, didn't cover it much. She wasn't going to make a very manly man
when this was said and done.

In horror she watched her breasts begin to deflate. It was like they melted
down, absorbed into the planes of her new pecs. Her nipples shrank to the
size of male nipples, but they were hard and jutted out of her chest to a
degree that no male nipple should, almost an inch or more. It looked weird
to me, but fuck, she deserved some weird. Let her be a freak.

Her face started changing too, again, the alterations were subtle. It
became less curved, less angular, wider of jaw and thicker of brow. Her
cheekbones stood out a little more and beard stubble grew up on her chin
into a patch of hair, no better than an adolescent could grown. She
. . . well, he . . . squirmed on the bed some more as the final changes
finished, then lay there panting.

He still had long hair, just like she had worn, down to the middle of his
back, just like her. I got up from the chair, peeling my skin off the
leather, and stood over him. His cock was hard and leaking, but surely, he
couldn't quite process that sensation yet. I reached down and grabbed it,
squeezing I tightly and pumped it. He gasped and looked down to what I was
doing.

"Ohgod," he wailed in a deeper voice, "I'm a fucking guy!"

In the end, he was her age, 22, a leanly muscled, somewhat effeminate,
normal guy. Nothing about his physiology, save the weird nipples, betrayed
him as once a female. He was wholly and completely changed into a new
gender. He wasn't smooth, had body hair in all the right places, had a
normal size cock and a normal size set of balls, had beard stubble, pit
hair, and a furry ass. Just like any guy.

"Welcome to your new body," I said. "You probably don't realize that I
could fuck you now and turn you into literally anything I could imagine. I
doubt Sarge told you that I could do that."

I flipped him over. Still somewhat in shock, he allowed this, but, once on
his stomach, he realized what I meant and he scrambled off the bed on the
other side, putting it between us. He got unsteadily to his feet, his
center of gravity having changed with the couple of inches he'd grown just
now, and leaned against the wall.

"No," he said defiantly, "no fucking. I'm not getting cornholed!"

And then he stood there in shock, realizing what I had already
arranged. "You get it now," I said, my own cock a hard curve in front of
me, "You're straight." I let that sink in a bit. "If you examine the sexual
fantasies that are rummaging through your brain right now, you'll realize
that you dig women, you want to fuck women, you want to eat their
pussy. Don't you?"

As I'd spoken, his hand had absently moved to his cock and had started to
jack it slowly, fascinated by the experience.

"You still addicted to this," I said. I collected some pre-cum on my
fingers, and I flung it at him. Some landed on his chest. His hand moved to
it, collected it, and stuffed it in his mouth. His eyes changed, his
expression changed. He looked as if he had just slid is cock into a warm
body. He realized he was sucking his fingers and pulled them out with a
pop, embarrassed. His hands touched his chest again, feeling the flatness
of it, one moving to a huge nipple, the other sliding down his lean torso.

"What have you done to me!!" he cried out. It was a rhetorical freak-out
thing to say. What I had done was pretty obvious.

"Oh, I'm not done yet," I said, pulling out the clear glass flask. It was
about four inches high, with a metal stopper, looking like a beaker from a
science lab. The stopper had some weird symbols on it, but I knew what it
was supposed to do. I removed it and pointed the mouth of the flask at my
"lady," now my "guy."

Pale blue smoke spewed out of it and crossed the room to him. He ducked and
tried to avoid it, but it enveloped him completely, until I could no longer
see his body at all. Then, the smoke retracted back into the flask, where I
stoppered it inside. I held the flask up to my face and the smoke coalesced
into his body, 3-inches tall, totally naked, totally sporting a hard-on. He
turned round and round in the glass flask, trying to figure out what had
happened. He realized it when his eyes focused on what must've been my huge
face. He pounded against the glass angrily, pissed off, yelling stuff I
couldn't hear.

"Whatever," I said. I turned around, my cock bobbing as I did and Nick was
standing there. His eyes flicked to my cock, then back to my face, and I
wondered how long he'd been standing there.

"You turned her into a guy?" he asked.

"Yup," I said, holding up the flask, "Cool, huh?"

"Isn't that just as bad as what she's done to us?"

"Yup," I said, "There are no winners here. But I'm going to come out on
top." I padded over to him. I could see the lust in his eyes, could see how
he fought it. I put my hand on his face and guided him into a gentle
kiss. "I know you're freaking out because of what they've done to you
. . . us . . . but I can trade her for a way to get the stopper out of you,
so that you're never turned into an object again."

"That's the price, huh?" he asked. He moved my hand up so that he could
look into it, as my "guy" wailed and pounded against the glass in his tiny
fury. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with that."

"Well get comfortable," I said, "I'm doing it, not you. You don't have
guilt here." I took the flask and I set it on the dresser. I scooped up my
t-shirt and draped it over the flask to cover it up. "She's . . . well,
he's safe in there. Won't age, won't need to eat or shit, won't be harmed
in any way."

"I guess," he said. His eyes flashed back to my crotch. My cock had gone
down some, but was still about half-chubbed. I knew he needed some pre-cum,
needed his fix. But this was about something more. "If I fuck you," I said,
"I think I can change you back into you."

"Huh?" he blinked.

"I can change whomever I fuck into whatever I imagine," I said, "I can make
you straight again. Make you like you were."

He considered this for a moment, but was clearly trepidatious. "Dude
. . . I've gone through a lot of changes," he said, "What if it doesn't
work and it comes out worse?"

"That's a risk," I said, "I don't have much practice."

"And that will leave you alone," he said. He moved into me and hugged me,
putting his head against my chest. I wrapped my huge arms around him and
held him. "You said we were in this together," he said, "and you're going
to all this trouble for me. I can't leave you alone."

It was late and I suddenly realized how tired I was. My cock could go
another few rounds and my body would oblige it, but screw that, I was more
in the mood to sleep. I disengaged from Nick and told him to get naked. He
stripped obediently, revealing the pattern of chest hair that said "F-A-G."
That was the first thing I was getting rid of. I turned out the lights and
crawled into bed beneath the comforter. He followed and pressed himself
against me. While my cock was drooling constantly, mostly hard just from
the physical contact, we both drifted off to sleep.

"We can decide tomorrow," I said, "After we get the thing out of you."

"Okay," he conceded.

We both fell asleep.