The Carnival (Part 4)

“Why in the world do they even call it a funhouse? This shit is lame,” Daniel said, as they entered the tunnel leading into the attraction, after paying the admission price at the little booth outside the space.

“Lighten up Daniel, it’s just for laughs, right?” Will said.

Jake was in the lead, and didn’t say anything, as the light grew dimmer inside the tunnel.

“But you guys saw that shit, right? At that hypnosis show? That…what the fuck even was that?” Daniel said, “I…I think that shit was real.”

“It was just mass hypnosis,” Jake said without any real interest.

“What?”

“Mass hypnosis. Dr. Watch put everyone in the audience under during his induction. I didn’t notice it, but the way the light bounced off the watch and caught everyone’s eye. He’s really good, to make everyone believe what they were seeing.”

Daniel didn’t quite know how that explanation sat with him. It did make sense, he supposed, but it had seemed so…real, somehow. He didn’t really want to be here anymore, in any case–he didn’t even know why he’d come along with this. “I…I think I’m just going to head back to campus,” he said, turned around, only to discover that the entrance of the tunnel they’d walked through just moments before had disappeared. Behind them, there was nothing but darkness. “Uh…where the hell did the entrance go?”

Jake just shrugged, “It’s there–the path probably just curved gently enough we didn’t notice it, and now we can’t see the entrance around the curve.”

“Do you have to try and explain everything? This shit is fucking weird, you know!”

“Yo! Cool it, it’s all gonna be fine. Let’s just keep going,” Will said, and the three of them pressed on in relative silence. They seemed to walk…for a very long time. There were odd mirrors at strange angles, the sounds of distant machinery and laughter behind walls, odd puddles of goo lining the side of the tunnel in places, slides down and stairs back up, and more than once, Daniel was certain he’d felt something tap him on the shoulder. Everything behind them just kept getting swallowed up into a black void, the lights turning off behind them, making it clear that the only way out for the group was forward. The tunnel began to shrink, until the three of them were nealry crawling along in the dark, until they came to a small door. They opened it and pushed their way through into a large, brightly lit and circular room filled with music. Before they could get their bearings, the floor began to spin, sending all three of them tumbling to the ground and rolling about. The floor spun faster and faster, the music speeding up in time and then stopped just as suddenly as it had started, the lights flickering and the music winding down, leaving the three young men rolling with their momentum, before struggling to stand up, dizzy.

The small doorway had disappeared, and instead there were three large passageways equally spaced around the room. All of the rooms had lighted signs overhead, and on the floor, a fourth sign flickered to life with a message for them:

“Choose your path.”

“Is that…one path for each of us?” Will asked.

“I don’t see why we can’t all go in the same one together. I just think that once we choose, we can’t back out,” Jake said. He stepped up to a doorway and looked down–sure enough, each one had a slide running down into the dark, which was much too steep to climb back up. “So…where do we want to go?”

The three doorways were labeled as “The Mirrors of Delight – Get lost in your secret desires!”, “The Freakish Factory – Find out what you’re made of!”, and “The Haunted Depths – Brave the ghosts and demons of the dark!”. Jake suggested one doorway, while Daniel insisted on another, and the two began to argue and fight about whose idea was right. Will stayed out of it for a bit, but eventually sided with Jake. In a huff, Daniel stormed off and headed down the slide of his choice alone, while Jake and Will sighed, shrugged, and went down their own selection together.

Alright, so how this poll will work, is that the top two answers will be incorporated into the story. The most popular choice will be the path chosen by Jake and Will, while the second most popular will be the one that Daniel ventures into alone.

So, which doorways should we experience with the three young men?

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The Carnival (Part 3)

I already announced that the winner of the first poll was the cow option, and the victor of the runoff poll, by two votes, was the gator option! Hope you enjoy!

“Cowboy!” the audience shouted, and Adam let out a moo of surprise, as his cock and balls began to inflate in front of the entire audience. It was clear he was trying to say something, or object, but the only sounds he could make were low and mooing, and as his genitals inflated, his cock bulging out and filling out with his balls until they were more udder than cock, two short horns pushing out from his forehead, and a thick brass ring appearing in his nose with a click of Dr. Watch’s fingers.

He gave a tug on the ring, and Adam stumbled forward, the intellect draining from his eyes as the rest of his body shifted, losing muscle and gaining fat, especially around the hips, until he had a thick, wide ass, his hands and feet growing together into heavy, useless hooves that he stared at dumbly, certain that something was wrong with him, but no longer smart enough to understand what was even happening to him. The one thing the cowboy was certain of, was that his udder was full–so full that it hurt.

With another moo, he gripped it with his hoof-like hands, hefting it up and letting it all–the slapping sound it made against his thighs was loud enough to be heard throughout the entire auditorium. “Now Mr. Addison, you said you were a farmer, right?” Dr. Watch said to one of the townsfolk.

A man in a suit stepped forward, but when he stepped and nodded, “Yes sir, been on a farm all my life!” The audience laughed–he’d gone up on the stage a banker, but accounts were now the furthest thing from his mind.

“Well, why don’t you help out our cow here. You can milk a cow, can’t you?”

Mr. Addison nodded, Dr. Watch handed him a bucket, and he started squeezing the cowboy’s new udder, and Adam moaned in delight, humping his wide hips as Mr/ Addsion squeezed out his fresh manmilk into the bucket, the whole audience either shrieking in disgust or laughing at the absurdity of it. When the bucket was full, Dr. Watch told Mr. Addison to take a taste–and as he guzzled it–he too began to inflate, the suit bulging against his growing waistline until it could hold no more, and it shredded to pieces, leaving Mr. Addison as naked as the cowboy next to him, weighing almost 400 pounds, licking his milky lips.

Roger had watched all of this in horror, and had tried to move off the stage, but his feet were rooted in place. “One more animal everyone–what do we have to say to Roger here?”

“Gatorboy!”

Roger shuddered, and the first thing everyone noticed was his skin. It dried out immediately, and started to flake and turn into scales, his nails growing into long claws. His frame bulked up substantially, filling out with muscle as his neck disappeared, his face broadening and growing out into a short snout, his mouth filling in with tight rows of sharp fangs, his eyes turning yellow. His legs bowed slightly as a thick tail grew out above his ass, but he ended up taller than he’d been to begin with, and as his human mind faded, a hunter’s instinct took over, and he gazed hungrily over at the cow still full of milk next to him.

However, before he could lunge and go for the kill, someone else slammed into him–the third member of the townsfolk, dressed in only a pair of muddy overalls, tackled him with a whoop and a holler, got him into a headlock and rolled with him all over the stage, to the thrill of the audience.

“See? And you all thought I was crazy for giving our hypnotized hillbilly here a penchant for gator wrestling! Look at Billy Bob go–think he’s gonna break that big ol’ gator, or is the gator gonna break him?”

In the end, Billy Bob came out of top, Dr. Watch handed him a collar, and he forced it around Roger’s neck. Immediately, the gatorboy grew calm, and the big hillbilly hauled his cock free of the muddy overalls, and slid it into the gator’s ass, the lizard humping the stage, his own slimy, reptillian member sliding free of its sheath to rub against the wood of the stage, until it spewed a load of cum in a spectacular climax, along with Adam and Jared still sucking his own cock in a grand finale–and then the lights went down, and the stage was empty.

The frat bros, none of them quite able to believe what they’d just witnessed, hurried out of the tent. Jared, Adam, and Roger were nowhere to be seen…and somehow the group knew that they needed some time to be debriefed by Dr. Watch before they could be released back into the wild again. They would catch up with the group later in the carnival, maybe, or they’d find them back at the house the next morning.

In the meantime, the remainder of the group ended up splitting into two smaller groups, who each headed in a different direction. One group of three headed for the tunnel of love ride, thinking they’d seen some sorority girls head in that direction, while the other three went into the funhouse across from it, to see what they might find in there.

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The Carnival (Part 1) [Interactive]

Thanks to everyone who voted in my Patreon poll to help structure this interactive story! The top two vote getters were a hypnosis show and a fun house, and the third, chosen by a commissioner, was the tunnel of love. The first half of the story is going to follow a group of frat brothers around the carnival and these attractions, and then the second half is going to check in on the the next morning, to see how the carnival affected them all after the fact. The second part might also be less interactive, depending on the choices made while the guys move thorough the carnival, but we’ll see how things shape up!

“This place is bigger than I’d expected.”

“No kidding.”

The frat brothers wandered in through the entry gate of the carnival that had set up on the outskirts of the small college town for the weekend. They had expected a little ramshackle affair, but the set up was actually impressive–with a full blown rollercoaster, a long midway full of food and games, several tents set up for shows of several varieties, and it seemed to them that the entire town was there to enjoy it.

“So…what should we do first?”

As a group, they wandered down the midway towards the tents, just taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the attractions, but it wasn’t long before their attentions was grabbed by a loud and obnoxious barker standing in front of a large tent.

“Come one, come all, come witness the marvelous skills of our carnival’s hypnotist, Dr. Watch! No one can resist his spell. Come witness the astounding changes he can bring about in his subjects–Dr. Watch can bend even the strongest of wills with his hands like putty–you there!” he said, pointing at the boys passing by, “Why don’t you see for yourselves?”

“Hypnotism?” one of the brothers, Jared, said, “That shit isn’t real.”

The barker laughed at him. “How do you know? Do you think you have a strong enough mind to resist the wiles of the good doctor?”

Now that he’d been challenged, Jared didn’t have much of a choice, especially with the rest of the house now goading him on. They all decided to file into the tent together to watch the show, and after a few minutes, the lights dimmed, and a older fellow, dressed in a rather anachronistic suit, complete with a monocle and and a glinting, golden chain hanging from his vest, welcomed his audience, and introduced himself as Dr. Watch.

“Now,” he said, “I have already gone to the trouble of choosing tonight’s victims–*ahem* participants,” he said, to chuckles from the audience, and groans from Jared and a few others. “As a matter of fact, they all know that they have been chosen–even if they aren’t quite aware of it yet.” He tugged the watch from his pocket, and spun it on the chain, sending flickers of ligt out into the audience. “Why don’t you all come on up to the stage please?”

Jared, without knowing why, felt himself stand up suddenly, and start pushing his way to the aisle–as did two other brothers from the frat, all of them looking around confused. Jared did his best to stop his feet from moving, but all he could do was slow them to a silly looking shuffle, as the rest of the audience laughed at his attempt at resistance. It couldn’t be possible–he’d never seen the doctor before in his life–how could he be hypnotized? A minute later, the three frat brothers–Jared, Alan, and Roger were standing up on stage with three other men from the audience.

Dr. Watch thanked them all for volunteering, and everyone laughed. Jared tried to object and complain that all of this wasn’t fair, that he’d been tricked somehow, but he couldn’t say anything at all–and both Alan and Roger looked as confused and uncomfortable as he was. Dr. Watch said it was time to get down to business. One by one, he brought the six men forward, and used a different method to put them under–some with his watch, others with his voice–and Jared, who protested mightly, he put under with a single press of his forefinger to Jared’s forehead, leaving him swaying and drooling slightly before the howls of the crowd before him.

“Now, why don’t we have a bit of fun with our victims up here? Something to show them just how powerful hypnosis can be. Of course, hypnosis can only work if the subject is cooperative–but we don’t have to worry about that, right? After all, obeying my voice feels so good–and all of you want to feel good, don’t you?”

The six men nodded in agreement.

“Good. And now, onto the show!”

So, what sort of shenanigans does Dr. Watch have in mind for his six contestants?

He makes them all act like animals.
He makes the frat brothers behave like the townfolk on stage.
The show is X-Rated, and Dr. Watch starts directing a sex scene.

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Digital Manipulation (Part 5) [Interactive]

Yeah, Trax liked the idea of giving Perrion some muscle a lot. Now that Perrion had been taken down a few pegs, and he wouldn’t be working an office job again in his…virtual life, it was time for him to update his physical appearance a bit. Thankfully, he wasn’t going to be limited by his current body, because Perrion wasn’t much to look at, honestly. Short, rail thin–took care of himself, and was always so focused on his presentation, looking down on anyone who ever looked a little messy–like Trax always had. In fact, he thought part of the reason Perrion had been with him was because Trax made him look better by comparison (and humble, for being willing to date someone so obviously his lesser). Well, Trax would make Perrion exactly the kind of man he hated–big, muscular, stupid, ugly–nothing more than a dumb brute laborer. He found the scenario and loaded it up, triggering it to start up when Perrion’s mind woke from processing the last scenario and encoding it into his memory. It would take about as long as a night’s sleep, so in the morning, Trax would be up, and excited to watch what happens next.

Perrion awoke with a start, unsure of where he was, or what was happening to him. He…could remember something, something about work, and a bar, and…and he didn’t know what else. It was in his head, he could feel it in there, but there was something blocking him from accessing it, like his mind kept telling him it wasn’t important. But that also meant there wasn’t much…there. He needed to get up and…go to work, tight? Or do something? But his mind was just blank, laying there, until someone rolled over in bed next to him. “Well, how about we get started?”

Perrion gave a shout and nearly fell out of the bed. Next to him…he was a stranger, and yet also so…familiar. “Who…who are you?” he stammered.

“Me? I’m Perry–you know me,” the man said, and got out of the bed. He was larger than Perrion, and a bit taller, thickly muscled with a thick coat of hair–but not much cock at all, he noticed. His hair was short, and he had a short beard…but then Perrion realized why he looked so familiar–it was because…because they were nearly twins. It was like he was looking at an alternate version of himself, from some other world, but as soon as he realized that, the thought was gone, locked away behind the same barrier as everything else, and he was just looking at Perry–his…boyfriend. His…alpha. “Now get up–we need to get going with the day.”

Perrion did as he was told–in fact, he did everything Perry told him to do. They had a hearty breakfast, more than Perrion ever would have eaten normally, and then they went to the gym. Perry forced him through a grueling workout, one he barely managed to keep up with, but Perry demanded it, and so he did it, he did everything. It seemed like it lasted for hours, and then they went and home again, and they ate another massive meal, before lazing away the rest of the afternoon on the couch, watching TV, with Perrion spending a lot of time and energy keeping Perry happy–bringing him more snacks, toying with his small dick, tasting and smelling him–then they went to bed, and the next morning they woke up, and they did the same thing all over again–huge meals, a massive workout even harder than the last, and another afternoon and evening spent in front of the TV.

He lost track of the days, and he lost track of himself. Everything blurred together, and the only thing that seemed to hold focus was Perry. Perrion noticed that he was…changing, somehow, in the mirrors of the gym. He would look at himself, and see Perry where he should be for a moment, before separating them apart again in his mind. Perry became…clingy. On the couch, he would always have his arm around Perrion, pulling him in, drawing him closer in bed, waking up in a tight bear hug, like Perry was trying to absorb him. Or perhaps, it was the other way around.

He could almost hear Perry’s words in his mind, even before he spoke them. Perrion knew what he wanted, what he needed to do, even before Perry had to say it. The workouts became easier, and he began to enjoy them. He ate more and more, feeling his frame filling out to match his boyfriend, and the TV which had seemed so idiotic to him before was now…engrossing. He would fiddle with Perry’s small cock, and feel his own respond in kind, both of them orgasming in tandem. He didn’t know when he realized that Perrion had disappeared entirely, but at some point, he did. He was just Perry now, a muscle bound, unwashed pig of a man, satisfied with his own base gratification, and unable to remember a time when he’d been anyone else. Just like Trax had wanted.

But Trax wanted more. That was just the introductory persona, after all–Perry was going to have a new boyfriend in his bed soon enough, once these new habits were sufficiently ingrained after another few repetitions. He’d have a whole new set of habits ready to program into him then, he just needed to decide on what.

So, what sort of spin is Trax going to put on Perry’s now muscular lifestyle?

Steroids, silicone and body mods–make him an exhibitonist freak
Cum, sweat and piss–make him a cumdump urinal
Cigars, booze and masturbation–make him an addicted loser

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Digital Manipulation (Part 3) [Interactive]

The man who stepped inside didn’t bother looking at him as he came in, and it wasn’t until he was a few steps in that he looked up, saw Perrion behind his desk, and looked at him with a bit of confusion. “What are you doing here? They told me that this office was empty.”

Perrion didn’t quite know how to reply. Well, he knew how he should reply to someone interrupting his work, especially someone like…this. He wasn’t…anyone. No one important, at least. Just a contractor coming in to do some grunt work, either some cleaning, or painting, or whatever it was grubby, stupid men like this did to make their days pass, and pretend to be a contributor to a society rapidly outpacing them. They’d all be replaced with robots soon enough–hell, most of them already had been in a lot of other places. But he wasn’t quite able to produce his usual confident disdain, and instead, he just muttered, “I mean…this is my office.”

The man looked at him, and just laughed. A very long laugh, like Perrion had told a marvelously original joke. “You? In an office like this? Yeah fucking right.”

“No, I mean, really.”

“Shut up and get the fuck out of here, so I can work. This ain’t your office.”

Perrion just stared at the man, unable to believe the gall of him telling him what to do. “I…No, I have work to do.”

“Yeah?” the man said, and walked up to him at his desk where Perrion was sitting, and then kept coming, looming over him. He was…big. Very big, and he…smelled. He smelled like a man who hadn’t bothered showering in a few days, he smelled…good. Real good. He raised a hand to his mouth, but not soon enough to stifle the moan that slipped from between his lips. He tried to tear his eyes away from the man’s crotch, which was now a mere foot away, from him, and up to his eyes–he had to try and meet his eyes, he had to–but he couldn’t. “Maybe you do have some work to do in here after all. Can you think of something a loser like you might be good at?”

“Y-Yes sir, I can sir…if you want me to.”

“Let’s see if that worthless mouth of yours can do something better than talk.”

His hands fumbled with the man’s fly, and Perrion tried desperately to stop himself, but that…buzzing was back, and everything felt like it was stuck on rails. The smell only got stronger, and when his cock was finally free, Perrion felt his mouth water, and he was drooling onto his suit like a fucking whore…but he wanted it. He wanted this man’s cock, he needed it. This man…deserved to be treated well, just like all men, wasn’t that right?”

The taste was foul, but Perrion didn’t mind it. If anything, it made him feel…privileged, that he was getting to clean this man’s filthy cock, in addition to giving him pleasure. His blow job was meager–he wasn’t exactly experienced in giving them, and the man had to smack him around a few times whenever he made a mistake, like not using enough slobber, or when he grazed the shaft with his teeth, but it was good enough for the man to reward him with a load of cum shot across his face, which the man rubbed into his cheeks, chin and nose, telling him it looked good on him, and that it was about time they got to work.

Perrion didn’t quite know what the man meant, but another sharp smack sorted him out. This wasn’t just any man, after all, this was his Boss, and they had work to do, together–or rather, Perrion was going to do as much of the work as he could, while Boss “supervised” from the chair at the desk, boots up, just watching Perrion work, and work up a sweat as he painted one of the walls, and replaced a couple of ceiling tiles–the sort of grunt work that a stupid, worthless, meek piece of shit could manage to do. When he finished, they moved onto another empty office and repeated the procedure, and if he did well…then Perrion got a reward. Another load from Boss’s cock, or the pleasure of cleaning his feet and his pits–or even eating out his crusty ass. Perrion hadn’t noticed his suit morphing into a filthy set of coveralls, or the patchy beard filling in across his face, or the fact that his once sizable cock was now just a couple of inches long. He was too focused on Boss, on making sure he was doing his best work, and his best to please his superior.

The day flew by, and soon enough, it was quitting time. Perrion found himself out on the sidewalk with Boss, and suddenly…he didn’t know what he was doing. He’d lost all of his old memories of work in the course of the program–as far as this version of him knew, he’d never not been a worthless maintenance man–but beyond work…who was he? He looked up at Boss, needing guidance, and the burly man just looked down at him, and said…

What sort of after work activity should Perrion get involved in?

Servicing Boss and his friends at the bar.
He has to get home to serve his Master.
He has a second job working at a sex club nearby, as a gimp.

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Digital Manipulation (Part 2) [Interactive]

Update: The winner of both polls was Alpha Submission, so that’s the one we’ll be exploring!

Yeah, that sounded like just the thing for his ex to deal with–a good way to fuck with that superiority complex of his would be to make him a little more…amenable to serving others. Any others, really, in his mind. He ran through the list of programs, and selected his choice, the Alpha/Beta Scenario. Whoever went through it, depending on the mode, would find themselves as either the Alpha or the Beta–and either every man in the scenario would serve them helplessly, or they would find themselves unable to resist servicing all of the men they find.

He loaded it up, being extra careful to designate the target, Perrion, as the beta in the scenario–but what sort of scenario should he run? After all, Perrion thought that he was going on a mental vacation–well, a copy of him still was going on a vacation, but this one was going to be having a different sort of experience altogether. In fact, why let him think that anything had really changed at all?

He programed the scenario to follow the subjects own memory patterns for a normal day–Perrion would wake up, go to work, behave like everything in his life was completely normal…but in fact, it was going to be a day unlike any he’d ever experienced, and when the day was over, this version of Perrion would have a very different sort of understanding of his place relative to the other men in the world. Trak eyed the VR system he had for himself, but he wasn’t quite certain if he wanted to plug in as himself or not–probably not, actually. Part of the magic of VR was that you didn’t have to be yourself all the time, right?

He waited, impatiently, until at last, everything was ready. He did a final check, and then ran it. As far as Perrion was concerned, he would wake up in his bed, just like he remembered doing every day, and go to work, just like always–but after that…things would probably take a slight deviation. He loaded up the display–he could see the simulation running from any point of view, including Perrion’s, and watched the simulation load. Now, the real fun would begin.

***

Perrion opened his eyes, and was…surprised to find himself staring at his own bedroom curtains. Had…it been a dream? He could have sworn that just a moment before, he’d laid down in a pod, ready for a week of virtual vacation. He’d selected an excellent cruise simulation package, traveling the Mediterranean Sea, before most of the coastlines had shifted inland by several miles in some places. It was the only place to experience the city of Venice, anymore, painstakingly recreated from early 21st century photographs…but that was neither here nor there, apparently, because he wasn’t going anywhere, virtually or physically, except work.

But as he showered, got dressed, and ate breakfast, he kept having an unshakable sense of deja vu, that refused to fade. Things would be progressing just like they usually did–but too exactly. He would spread the butter on his toast in exactly the same way he could recall spreading it before, but as soon as he experinced the sensation, it disappeared, almost like something was blocking it. Still, it kept happening all morning, down to the bird song out the window–the birds rarely sang anymore, since most of them had gone extinct, and so, when they did, it was always quite…an event.

But by the time he was in his car and driving to work, things had settled down somewhat, or he’d simply adjusted to it, and it no longer bothered him. It was just a normal day, and he was perfectly prepared for all the usual sorts of meetings and work he’d have to do…right? Even if he couldn’t recall anything in particular, he had everything in his calendar on his phone, so it would be fine. There was…something else though–almost a his and a heat behind his ears, inside his skull, like someone was soldering wires to the surface of his brain. It wasn’t…comfortable, but something told him not to think too much about it at all. It wasn’t important–he just needed to do whatever came naturally.

He got out of his car, got his briefcase, and as he walked into the building, he saw a co-worker arriving with him, and where he usually would have waved and smiled…he faltered as soon as he met the man’s eyes, and saw the look in them, and he quickly averted his own. The man…he shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t have looked at him, he shouldn’t have even…forced the man to notice him. He leaned against the wall for a moment, trying to get a hold of himself, trying to cling to…the memory. He usually just walked right into the office, brimming with confidence, feeling like he belonged there, but that one…glance had changed…everything somehow. He got himself together, trying to put on his usual face, and followed the man inside, being sure to maintain a respectful distance from him, and being sure to keep his eyes to the floor, to prevent the possibility that he might accidentally offend anyone else. So he wouldn’t offend another…another man.

He got to his office without further incident, and now that he was alone, he felt a bit more normal, like there was still a chance for the day to continue on the right track, on the track he knew it should go. Where he was the boss, where he was the…the alpha…right?

Then there was a knock on the door, and Perrion’s heart clenched. Whoever it was didn’t wait for him to invite them inside, they just opened the door and stepped inside.

***

So, who is it that Perrion is going to be interacting with?

His young, twinkish secretary
A blue collar, bearish maintenance man
A chubby IT worker

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Digital Manipulation [Interactive] (Part 1)

Trak got back to his apartment, shoved his wrist against the lock, and as soon as the door clicked open, he shoved his way through and shut it behind him, leaning against it in relief. He had it. Or rather, he had him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the datastick, and stared at it. It had been difficult getting it, something he’d been plotting for a very long time. Some of the guys on the net had been suspicious that it was even possible–after all, security at those places was huge–after all, vacation companies kept their visitors when they were their most vulnerable–its been known since the wars a century ago that no mind was as open to manipulation as one that had been converted to ones and zeros. Hell, digitization had been outlawed for ages, until the last sweeping round of deregulation had made the underground legal–and now they were multi-trillion dollar companies offering you any trip you could possibly imagine. And since Earth was looking pretty sorry these days, most of the wealthy prefered digital vacations to going anywhere in the real world.

But Trak had done it. It had taken a lot of bribes, but he had him–well, not really him, he supposed. Just a copy–that way there was nothing suspicious at all in a few days, when he was redownloaded into his body. Trak looked closer at the stick, imagining the man inside–Perrion, his boss.

Well, really he was his boss’s boss. Or rather, he had been. Perrion had masterminded a massive round of layoffs where Trak had been working, and he’d been swept out of it and onto the streets. It had been boring, but a good gig–and he’d been scraping by ever since…but Trak had an additional grievance against him. Perrion had also been his lover. But he’d fired him and dumped him on the same day, like Trak didn’t mean a thing to him–and he probably didn’t mean anything at all, really. No one did anymore–but Perrion had meant something to Trak, and he had not taken being jilted well. Now, though, he could have a little bit of revenge, and a little piece of Perrion all to himself.

He booted up his computer, and several displays lit up in the air around him, as he slipped the datastick into the port. It was heavily encrypted, but he had the key to that–it would just take a little while to give him access. Until then, he had to decide what he was going to do to him first–because he had so many plans, but now that the time had come–he wasn’t sure where to start. All he knew, was that Perrion was going to get a very special vacation, and one that he wasn’t going to he getting away from anytime soon.

See, two things about Perrion had always frustrated Trak. First, he was so…domineering, and not even in a sexy way. Everything had to be tailored to him and his satisfaction first, no matter what, and as much as Trak had loved him, it had been difficult to deal with. Second, he was just dull. Dull as could be; dull as a corporate drone should be, he supposed. But Trak…well, Trak had some rather…deviant interests, ones he had explored quite a bit in virtual reality. He’d never been able to afford a proper digitization, but he’d made quite a bit as an author of unique experiences on the net–and he planned on opening Perrion’s mind up to a whole slew of new possibilities, and Trak would be with him every step of the way, safe out here in virtual reality, even if Perrion ended up being a bit, rewritten, in the course of Trak’s fun.

He supposed it would be best to start with a slightly tamer scenario–one that would break that dominant streak in him, and leave his ex a bit more open to suggestion, and further modification down the road. He took a look through his various scenarios, and three in particular stood out to him as possibilities. In the end, he selected his favorite, and started booting it up, the decryption of Perrion’ digital file now nearly complete, and he got ready for the games to begin.

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Here’s how this interactive is going to work. Each program is going to be a mini scenario that runs for 2-4 chunks, depending on where they go. Then, Trak will run a new program, and work on some other aspect of Perrion’s digital copy. I’m hoping this one will be a bit shorter, and a little more organized than the last one was!

So, what’s the first virtual scenario going to be?

Space Prison Program
Rubber Drone Program
Alpha Service Program

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Winter Vacation [Interactive] (Part 10)

The demon hadn’t quite counted on Maury becoming quite as much of a vegetable as he had–still, he supposed that’s what you get from watching far, far too much television–and not even good television at that. He found the remote and clicked off the screen, and it took Maury a moment to even realize something had happened. He failed about, muttering and grunting, obviously looking around for a way to turn it back on, but the words were just gibberish. He was certainly in no state to be the daddy of the house, by any measure–it was a pity too, because the coach had always been fond of him. He could be useful though–and plenty of fun. Since his mind was basically gone, leaving him slobbering and grunting like an animal–and since the hair covering him was nearly a pelt anyway, he decided he was going to be the house’s new pet.

But what kind of pet? Nothing so domestic as a dog or a cat–no, he needed to be…something special, for his new family here. Still–it was easy enough to know where to start, looking at the size of him. The demon laid his palm on Maury’s forehead, and he felt some force flow through him. Maury didn’t have the words to describe anything at the moment, but all he could really sense was that the strange figure looming over him had…warped some deep piece of him, some piece of his own humanity, and then he felt the bones and muscles of his face begin to warp and shift. He gave a wild scream of pain as his nose and mouth pushed out into a boar’s snout, a few teeth falling out while the incisors began to grow, blood dribbling down his chin as two massive tusks curled up on either side of his new face. He brought his hands to them, concerned, but the rest of his body felt..strange as well. There was an odd sensation running down the front of his body, as his fat began to rearrange–and after a moment, three new pairs of nipples erupted down his belly and began to engorge. The demon tweaked one, and Maury squealed in pleasure, as thick, fatty milk leaked out. He tasted it, and it was such a delightful blend of sweet and sour.

Maury could smell something now–something…powerful. He heaved himself off the couch onto his hands and knees, and snuffled at the demon’s crotch, rubbing his snout against the demon’s huge cock, drooling now, in hunger. The demon guided his face to the head of his cock, and the demon started sucking at it as best he could, and there was another flush of power pushing through him. Maury felt his tongue…grow. It became long and thick, and very strong–he wrapped it around the demon’s cock and started squeezing it, enjoying the sound of his master groaning in pleasure. He had to shift positions, too–as his arms and legs became the same length, and something was pushing out above his ass. He couldn’t see it, but a thick tail was growing from his rear, several feet long and covered with hair, but very prehensile, capable of wrapping a grown man up and squeezing the breath from him, if need be. His hands and feet were growing larger as well, the skin on the hardening and cracking apart into scales, nails growing into thick black claws. He exhaled, and a flicker of flame and a belch of smoke erupted from his throat, engulfing the demon’s cock–it frightened Maury at first, but the demon seemed to enjoy it more than anything else. He winced, as two wicked black horns pushed out of his skull, longer than his tusks–but not by much.

Still, there were a few remaining details to take care of, before his new chimera was complete. He pushed through one last wave of changes as the beast kept pleasuring his cock, and it felt it’s own cock shudder, and begin to grow. A fleshy sheath grew down his belly, swallowing up the cock almost as quickly as it grew, but a foot of cock still hung free, slimy and dribbling greyish cum on the floor below him. The eyes, as always, were the last to shift–the humanity draining away as the iris’ changed to a bright yellow, the lids sliding shut sideways like a lizards would. The demon slipped it’s cock free of the chimera’s hot mouth, walked around and fucked it’s ass, the beast pushing back, eager to be filled by its master’s cum. When the demon was finished, he sent the beast to go lie down, and it curled up, tongue wrapped around it’s own cock, teasing it with licks of flame until it milked a load out of itself, and swallowed that down hungrily too.

The demon went to the window, and saw that dawn was approaching quickly–almost time for his two boys to be rousing themselves. He shimmered, and again he was clad in a more human form, though not one that resembled the coach’s original appearance at all. He was tired of looking at that man’s face in the mirror–it was time to be his own man, now that he’d been unleashed on the mortal realm. He’d treat his two boys to a nice, gluttonous breakfast, but what’s the main course going to be

What’s the demon going to feed is two son’s for breakfast?

Milk from the chimera.
Filth from the drone below.
Food to help them grow.
His own, demonic cum and piss.

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Winter Vacation [Interactive] (Part 8)

The car pulled up the driveway late at night, while the daddy and the two boys were deep asleep. The coach stepped out of the car and stretched with a groan, the soft snow falling hitting his skin where it melted instantly and turned to steam, shrouding him in a thin mist as he surveyed the house.

Of course, the coach didn’t have much of the coach left inside his body anymore. It had been a long process, since the summer, when a chance encounter with an odd amulet in a curio shop which housed a rather powerful demon of lust, gluttony, sloth, pride–well, it did love to indulge in every vice imaginable, really. The coach had fought as best he could, but by the time college had entered session, he had been losing, lost in the…fantasies the demon was promising him, no longer ever sure if they were his own or not. Lusting after the young men on the team, and the demon–the demon could give him any of them. The first time he’d put Rich into that trance and fucked the star player in his office–he’d known there was no going back from that, and so, he’d given in–without really understanding what, exactly, that meant.

The coach didn’t really exist on the mortal plane, anymore. He could observe, at times, what was going around his body, but his spirit was lost to that world, and now existed only in the demons realm, twisted and warped by the nightmarish pleasure and vices of the place until he could no longer even recognize himself. Part of him–a small part now, the last bit of his humanity, knew he’d consigned these four young men to a fate worse than death, but the new him, the warped, nightmarish thing he’d become in the darkness here, it watched eagerly to see what the demon, what his master, would do to the four of them next.

The first step, after all, was temptation. The four of them had succumbed to that step rather easily, though they had all been well primed by the demon over the last semester to be prepared for that step. Twisting their little minds had been such a joy, there in the locker room. Deceiving them, planting the idea in Rich’s mind to take the four of them on this secluded vacation deep into the mountains without telling anyone where they were going. Now they had wallowed in their vices for days, losing themselves, their connection to reality. None of them would be able to fight him now, though they may try.

With the coach’s spirit dispatched, he had gained free reign of the man’s mortal frame, and warped it to become more…familiar to his demonic tastes. Six and a half feet tall, weighing over four hundred pounds of muscle and fat, coated in hair, cock hanging to his knees, short horns pushing from his forehead. He stepped up the porch and into the house, moving with incredible silence for his massive frame. He could hear the three men snoring loudly in the three corners of the house, but his business with them could wait. No–first to the basement, to check on Rich, or at least, what remained of him.

Down the stairs he went, and he could smell him even before he hit the floor, the stench of waste, filth, and rubber. It filled him with such…delight, and his cock began to harden, growing to a foot in length, the head oddly barbed, and dribbling an steaming, dark grey cum onto the concrete floor. There he was–in his cocoon, lying against the wall there. It no longer appeared to hold a body at all, it had become so bloated and misshapen over the last week, ingesting the piss and waste of the men above him. It had been necessary, to deal with him in such a way, to corrupt him so completely. The others all showed such lust and hunger for vice and evil, but Rich–he had been the one to show the most resistance. The demon walked to the rubber cocoon and grazed it with one sharp nail, feeling the thing inside shiver with delight. Yes–it was ready for the final stage now, most certainly.

He detached the hose from the mask, leaving just a sizable hole where Rich’s mouth should have been, but it was difficult to see what, exactly was inside. It was a hole, in any case–and the demon guided the head of it to the head of his cock, sliding it into the slimy throat, feeling how…hungry it was. He probed the mind left inside the rubber, and found only the simplest of thoughts–and a great, mindless, obsessive hunger. Well, it would have plenty to eat, soon enough. He fed it lovingly, savoring the moment, sliding in deep, feeling the thing pulsing and twitching around his cock. It lacked form and substance. It could be anything. It would be anything, anything the demon wanted it to become, and he had just the thing in mind. The soul would not stay, however–no, that was still too much of a risk. Besides, he had a promise to keep, with the coach, one final deal to satisfy, to ensure his place here in the mortal realm was secure. He came, and as Rich’s form accepted the demon’s seed, Rich felt himself sinking away into some strange, new darkness.

He was himself–his body was his again. He looked around, and cried out for help–but there, waiting for him, was the coach, or at least, what remained of the coach’s soul. The beast charged him, impaling him on his monstrous cock, delighted with the demon’s gift, and the mental link between them closed–the coach now lost to hell with, Rich, who would become his own twisted mate in time.

Meanwhile, the demon watched the cocoon begin to convulse and warp, reacting to both his seed, and his will. But what, exactly, did it become?

Alright, what’s it going to be?

It becomes a part of the house, ready to further corrupt the men above.
It bursts, releasing a fellow demon from hell eager for some fun.
It reforms into a mindless rubber slave drone, ready to serve.
The demon absorbs it, making him more powerful than before.

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Winter Vacation [Interactive] (Part 7)

Brett heard his big brother disappear into the garage, and wondered why he was heading there, when Daddy had told them both to go to their rooms. Still, something told him he didn’t really need to worry much about that–Nate could take care of himself, after all. He hefted himself upstairs, surprised by how hard it was with the extra weight of his new gut. He paused about three quarters of the way up, and wondered how in the hell Daddy was going to get up these stairs to go to bed, and thought about it, about daddy’s massive apron, covered in hair, wondering what it would be like to have one himself. His cock got hard, but he resisted touching it. Something…still just didn’t seem right to him, about all of this, even if he couldn’t quite figure out what it was exactly.

At the top of the stairs there was a hall with several rooms splitting off. A second bathroom–also equipped with a urinal, like the one downstairs, and a few bedrooms. He went to the next door, opened it, and as soon as he did, he gagged. Whatever was in this room…it reeked. He stepped back a bit, shaking his head. That couldn’t be his room. It just…it couldn’t be. But the stench, now that he smelled it…it did seem familiar somehow. Comfortable, even. He tried to leave, fully intending to get out of the house and never come back, but instead he walked into the room, eyes watering, and shut the door behind him.

Once shut it, he felt better. The air was muggy and humid–and almost immediately Brett felt himself start to sweat. He wiped his brow and looked around, disgusted by the room around him. It was filthy. Empty food wrappers and containers were scattered everywhere, mixed in with the dirty laundry that made up most of the clutter. There was a closet lying open, but there was nothing inside but even more clothing, also dirty–why in the world was there so much of it?

He felt dizzy in the heat of the room, and he went over to the bed and sat down on it…and when he did, he felt it…squish beneath him. The surface was wet, and a thick plume of filthy air billowed up around him, and when he inhaled it this time, he just felt more of his mind shut off, his jaw dropped open, one hand went to his cock and started stroking it slowly. Yeah–this was better. Much better. He was back where he belonged now, he could tell. He’d been wrong before, when he thought about leaving this–and he laid back on the damp, stinking mattress and jacked off a bit faster.

As he laid there, he could start to pick out some of the specific odors around him. Piss–there was lots of that. His stomach turned for a moment, as he finally realized why, exactly, the mattress felt so soggy…but then it just didn’t bother him at all. In fact, knowing the thing was leaden with his own stale piss somehow made everything so much…hotter. There was sweat, too–his own sweat rolling off him. He lifted an arm and took a whiff of himself, still unwashed after days of looking after daddy, and it smelled amazing. It wasn’t enough though–it still just wasn’t quite right. He’d missed something, but what?

It clicked in his head, and he smacked his forehead. He could be such a stupid, stinking boy sometimes. He wasn’t dressed, of course! He rolled over, intending to sit up on the bed, but it was hard work, for some reason, liks his body wanted to move as little as possible. He managed, however, to make it back to the edge, and he fished around in the piles around him, looking for something that smelled…right, tossing things back that dissatisfied him, and pulling on the things he found that interested him. A nasty wifebeater, some ratty briefs, some socks–and then a couple more socks on top of those–he liked it when his feet got nice and rank. Satisfied with his choices, he laid back down with a contented sigh, and continued masturbating, face snorting from his pits now, hand shoved down the front of the briefs, working on his cock, which had started leaking precum profusely into the fabric.

His balls were growing–swelling in the stank briefs, and as they grew, he could sense his own mind growing dimmer. He tried to cling to his thoughts of escape, but they slipped away from him, and soon he didn’t even feel like he was missing anything. He was just a nasty slob in his stinking room, jacking off like he always did, when Daddy or his brother didn’t need him, not that he was good for much. He was…fucking worthless, actually. He could cook, he supposed, but that was about it. He knew that should bother him, the fact that he was just wasting his life up here, but he loved it. He wanted to be worthless. He wanted to waste himself on porn and masturbation, living in his stinking man cave. The first orgasm came, but it only got him hornier. Brett could chain ten or twelve loads a day, his underwear eventually completely saturated with his fluids, and he’d still usually have a wet dream or two in the night, humping his nasty mattress until he came.

He needed to piss, and he knew he should use the urinal, but when he tried to get up from the bed this time, inertia won. Fuck–he was so fucking lazy, he wasn’t even going to make it to the bathroom. Not this time, at least. The piss started to flow, and there was so much of it, flooding through his briefs and soaking into the bed below him, and he came again, and again, and again, until he couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather do than waste his life as a worthless slob.

The next few days were quiet. Daddy and his two boys adjusted to their roles rather quickly, and it wasn’t long before they had forgotten about their old lives entirely, their gear thrown out into the backyard by Nate, who only saw the four duffel bags as junk. They ate–with Daddy always pitting his two boys against one another to see who would be the big brother for the day. Nate usually won, but Brett could pack away his groceries on occasion, and when he did, he loved bossing his brother around, ordering him to suck on his huge, nasty feet while he jacked off onto him. Nate, on the other hand, would use his brother as a biker pig out in the garage, when he won–at least, when daddy wasn’t using them both for his own pleasure.

It was about a week later, halfway through their alleged vacation, that a new car pulled up into the driveway. The mastermind had been watching the events unfolding, and was very, very pleased by the four young men’s progress–but now it was time for stage two, whatever that might be. So, who is our perverse Mastermind, anyway?

It really is Rich’s mysterious uncle, who brought along Rich’s father for extra fun.
A group of nerds they bullied looking for revenge.
The football coach, who is possessed by a demon of sloth, lust and gluttony.
A mad scientist, happy some guinea pigs wandered into his trap.

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