Sorry for the lack of updates again, blarg. Real life always seems to pile up at the worst times. Regardless, this next change is going to come from a chat I had again, and involves a run in between Ken, now possessed by Butler, and the now radically altered Bob. Let’s see how this is going to play out, eh?
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Butler wasn’t very happy with this body–not very happy at all. He stopped to rest, huffing and puffing a bit, wishing his Master hadn’t made this body so damn old–it just wasn’t suited for this kind of exercise. More annoying than that, Butler just didn’t fit him all that well. He was too tall, and not nearly fat enough. He’d shifted his form into standard suit fabric and reformed his crotch and ass, hoping the more standard clothing would help, but it was just as awkward. He wanted to finish his mission so he could return to the master so this body could receive a few needed alterations. He was noisy too–rumbling around in his head, trying to reassert control against Butler’s possession, not that he was strong enough to regain control, but it was still annoying.
Having regained some wind, Butler set off again, heading down a staircase and into a room, where his breath caught in his throat. Bob was there, sitting in a chair, trying to figure out what to do next, after his insane run in with David earlier. He was so hungry, and the song was still stuck in his head, and the garden, always pulling him to the garden. Sitting still was all he could do to not dance his way out the back doors towards whatever might await him out there–he didn’t want to know. The sudden appearance of Ken, dressed as an uptight butler in ill fitting clothes, looking almost forty years older than he should was almost a welcome distraction. “Ken? Is that you? What the hell happened?”
Butler stopped short, a bit speechless. He was perfect–filthy, granted, but perfect beyond that. Well, then again, he was pretty tall, but still, Butler could tell that he would be a much better fit than this old fuck he was wearing at the moment. “It’s…it’s a long story,” Butler said, borrowing Ken’s voice and memories, “What happened to you?”
“David–something strange happened to him, I don’t know. And I…there’s this song, I don’t know…”
“Look,” Butler said, helping Bob upright, “Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed in something cleaner, and then everything will be alright. Come along.” With the words, he added a bit of compulsion, and Bob followed him obediently, weaving through the rooms to the servants’ quarters, where Butler helped him into the shower. Bob appeared rather resistant to washing himself, and it took quite a bit of force for Butler to get him under the water and lather him up.
After a shower, and much cleaner than before, Bob stepped out, naked and shivering, and said to Ken. “You aren’t Ken–what are you? How are you doing this?”
“Shhh…” Butler said, “Don’t you worry about that. Now, let’s do something about this hair of yours, and then we’ll get you dressed.” In Butler’s mind, he could hear Ken screaming, trying to warn his friend and tell him what the suit had planned, but Bob was helpless against Butler’s compulsion as the suit set him down in front of a mirror, pulled out a barber’s kit, and went to work. Butler kept the hair on Bob’s hair fairly long, but slicked it back with a thick pomade, before going to work on his beard, taming the wilds and trimming it back to more modest proportions. “Yes, that’s much better. Now, are you ready to get dressed?” Butler said, laughing, and before Bob could get up and run, the clothing began snaking it’s way off Ken’s old body and wrapping itself around Bob.
He fought harder than Ken had, but Butler wanted him, wanted to take this big, delicious body as his own, and soon, Bob was pushed back into the recesses of his own mind, Butler adjusting his suit as best he could, his posture rigid and upright, pushing his hair back into position, chuckling. Yes, the suit still didn’t fit perfectly, his legs in particular needed to shrink quite a few inches, but the youth and vigor! He loved it.
“No hard feelings, Ken,” Butler said, leaning over the weakened old man on the ground, “But you and I just weren’t meant to be. Now, I’m off to serve the master!” Butler said, skipping off, whistling a song he found stuck in his head that he just…couldn’t get rid of for some reason, but no matter. It was probably nothing. Ken, on the bathroom floor, struggled up, weak, but thankfully free. Now, if only he could find a way out of here. Still, looking down at his naked frame, he should probably find something to wear first. He saw Bob’s filthy old clothes on the ground and grimaced–there must be something better than that, but did he really want to take a chance on some clothes he might find in the servant’s quarters?
Elsewhere in the house, David chuckled and danced a short little jig, still pleased with Bob’s transformation. Still, there must be more havoc that he could wreak. From the heat, and the satyr’s memories, he figured that the demon of the house, the satyr’s old enemy, was likely awake, especially since the boiler was up and running. Still, perhaps a little sabotage was in order, and with a cackle, he set off in search of the basement.
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Alright, who would you like to follow next?
* Ken is back in the servant quarters, needing some clothing. Does he try on Ken’s old clothes, or perhaps something else he finds there? Maybe he just wanders around naked instead, stumbling upon some as yet unexplored room in the house, perhaps a library, a guest room, or something else.
* Bob and Butler are heading for the basement, but there’s that song stuck in their head that might lead them astray, perhaps out into the garden, or maybe making a few changes to Butler?
* David is heading for the basement, but who gets there first, or do they meet along the way? If he gets there first, what sort of song might he play for Dan?
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