Well, dang, I guess that brought out a few responses. Tallying everyone’s opinions, it was a tie between the pipe and the chew, with cigarettes close behind, but we already have one gentlemanly character roaming around, and I’m kind of curious to see how a cowboy might handle David or the satyr out in the garden.
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Ken wanted to stay with what he was familiar with–cigars or cigarettes–but the panel was apparently more worn out that he’d expected, and he couldn’t make out what button ran which program. Finally, he settled on one he was pretty sure would give him a cigar, and he pressed it. The button lit up, and then a moment later, the entire humidor sprang to life, the cranking of gears and the rush of steam as he saw a series of mechanical hands behind the glass begin moving. Two entered into the room where he was and pushed him into a chair, while the third selected a tin of chew from the racks which Ken could see labeled as “Cowboy Chew.”
That definitely wasn’t what he’d wanted. He had a few friends who chewed, most of them on the baseball team , and he’d always found it pretty disgusting, watching them spit that black shit all the time. Sure, they could take it wherever they wanted, but he still tried to fight against the hands holding him down. As he fought, the hand holding the tin entered the room, followed by two more. While one of them opened up the tin, the third swung close and gripped Ken’s jaw, forcing his mouth open, and allowing the hand to start packing the chew into his mouth, jamming as much of the black leaf in as it could, packing it on both the top and bottom, filling one cheek and then the other. By the end, Ken had so much tobacco in his mouth that he could barely speak, much less chew, and the flavor wasn’t horrible–it was smoky, almost like a campfire, and reminded him of pastures. As his saliva mixed with the leaf, the rush of nicotine to his system settled him down, and black juice started running out of his mouth, the hands taking the juice and rubbing it in all over his body, one hand staying by his mouth, encouraging him to chew faster, milking his cheeks of spit.
There was nowhere the hands didn’t go on his body with the spit, working the dark liquid into his chest and stomach down to his crotch and cock, hands pushing him forward to slather his back, lifting his arms to coat his pits, even his ass crack, legs and feet were soaked before long. Looking down, Ken saw that the spit was drying quickly, leaving his skin looking weathered and tanner than before, but also quite a bit hairier than he remembered being, a dense thicket of hair on his chest and belly, a massive bush under each arm and around his cock, as well as up and down his arms and legs. The area around his mouth was itching as well, as a grey horseshoe mustache sprouted there, and then two hands grabbed his nipples and gave them a twist, the sensation surprising him so much that he choked back and swallowed half the leaf in his mouth.
Two of the hands worked quickly to replenish the leaf in his lips, but the hands never let up on his nipples, and he felt sick from the leaf in his belly, but also a bit…warm and tingly. Looking down, his body was expanding, muscle packing onto his frame, thick pecs beefing up underneath the meaty, half inch long nipples the hands were still working over, and a third hand moved down and started stroking his cock, another fondling and pulling on his balls. The sensations were overwhelming, and when another hand lifted an arm and turned his head towards his pit, the musk there powerful and raunchy, he felt himself drawn to it, sniffing himself as he chewed, now swallowing more spit than he was putting out, fueling his growth even more, muscle spawned from years of manual labor, aside from a hard gut on his midsection. He felt his heavy, low hanging balls start contracting, and he shot a load of thick, smelly cum all over his belly, the hands rubbing it in, before retracting back into the machine, the program having run its course.
Ken sat more upright feeling…good. Really good, in fact. Before, his old body had felt exhausted, and while he didn’t think he’d gotten younger, he still felt full of energy, which was a welcome change, and he did enjoy his new physique, and his new musk, he thought, taking another whiff of his ripe pits. He stood up, stretching, happily chewing on the tobacco in his mouth, and spit a big wad onto the floor, grinning, his teeth now stained yellow, and saw a pile of clothing had been left by the hands next to the door. First, a dusty flannel shirt which he could barely stretch over his chest, which was then tucked into a pair of tight, grimy jeans. There was no underwear, but he didn’t mind going commando–it did a much better job of showing off the nine inch snake and bulging sack in the crotch of his pants. Next, a cracked leather belt with a heavy buckle, two well worn cowboy boots and last much hardly least, a classic stetson hat. He grinned, imaging what he must look like, but still, it was an improvement, and he checked and found an extra can of chew in nearly every pocket, and with that, he left to explore the house, and see if he could finally get out of here.
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Alright, I think it’s time for someone to run into David, so here’s a few detailed options.
1) David makes it to the basement first, and finds Dan there, and either a) David fattens and slobs up Dan until he can no longer shovel coal, cutting the boiler off from it’s power supply, or b) Dan resists, giving Dan quite the fucking, the boiler burning the satyrs influence from David’s body, making him Dan’s dirty assistant.
2) David and Bob meet on the way to the basement, and either a) David reinforces the song still stuck in Bob’s head, forcing Butler to transform from a well tailored suit into the clothes of a filthy redneck, reverting Bob to his former, slovenly glory, and perhaps even further than before, or b) Butler uses his compulsions to collar David, rendering him into a subservient house pet.
3) David and Ken run into each other, and either a) David pushes Ken’s new raunchiness to new heights, making him the filthiest cowboy in the land, or b) Ken wrangles David, dominating and taming the beast in him, making him his slave.
What do you all think? If you have another idea, feel free to suggest that as well, otherwise, which of the six options might you like to see?
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