“Are you sure the lead is a good one?”
“Yeah, TJ dropped a word in all the right places, and what do you know, the guy calls me the very next day. He must have really been interested in finding someone to fuck,” Terry said, “I’ll give him a good squeeze, and see what pops out.” He pulled on those denim shorts which hugged his ass so tight, and Matt felt excitement pulse through him, not that his cock would respond. For what felt like the hundredth time today, he reached around and gave his ass a scratch, frustrated by how it kept itching. It had been two days since his run in with Butch and Leon, and the effects of the smoke were still there, like Tom was taunting him, every time he had sex with Terry. It was just making him angry at this point, but he was doing his best to not let it show in front of his cub. Terry was already worried enough about him at this point, and there was no reason to give him more to stress about.
“And you’re certain he’s on the board?”
“Yes, Matt, quit fretting, I’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time I’ve handled a VIP client, trust me.”
“I do trust you. That’s not the problem. I don’t trust this guy you’re meeting especially if he won’t give you his name. I just…I just don’t want to put you in harms way for information which might not even be helpful.”
“Well, we won’t know until we ask, will we?” Terry said, leaning over and giving Matt a kiss, “Don’t worry Daddy, you still have my heart.” He gave Matt a wink, and the strutted out the door to his meeting. TJ had heard that someone on the board of trustees was looking for a cub to fuck, and he’d dropped Terry’s name in the offices. Matt hadn’t expected it to pan out, but now there Terry went, into the lion’s den–alone. Matt reached around and scratched his hole again, and now that he was alone, he slipped a finger in and let loose a little moan.
He still hoped it was just his imagination. He did get out as fast as he could, right? And there wasn’t any smoke around now, so how could he still be changing?
No, he couldn’t even let himself think about it, better to just think about how nice it felt having something in his hole, but he needed something bigger. He dug around for his fun bucket and pulled out one of his dildos, sliding it into his hole as easy as could be. He’d never been able to do that before, but suddenly everything, no matter how big, just slipped in so easily…it was hard to go all day without something up there all the time now. Yeah, he did love having something huge stretching his hole, he was such a asswhore, yeah, but god, he still wondered…wondered what it might be like to get fucked like this, with this amazingly sensitive hole. But he had to be a daddy for Terry, he had to be strong, but still…His thoughts drifted back to Tom suddenly, and with a force Matt couldn’t halt, back to their rough fucks. He’d always complained that Tom would shove his cock in too fast, but that wouldn’t be a problem now, and Matt bet that his ass would be able to last for fucking ever like this. Maybe…maybe he could just call him up for a quickie. Yeah, maybe Tom would be into that.
He was on the bed now, slamming the big dildo home over and over again, jacking his cock with the other hand, moaning Tom’s name over and over when he came, spurting his cum all over himself, licking up anything that landed by his mouth hungrily, and he finally came back to himself, and embarrassed, he hauled the dildo out, with some regret he noted, and put it back in the bucket.
It really was getting worse. It wasn’t just his imagination. He got up and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t have a measure or anything, but when he wore his overalls now, where they’d hit his boots perfectly before all that happened, now they puddled down on top of his feet. His shirts were too big in the chest and too tight in the belly, and getting worse every day. Even his beard was thinning out a bit, as his hair continued to push back towards his forehead. It was happening slowly, sure, but it was happening. He couldn’t deny it.
He wondered whether Terry had noticed. Probably not…then again, maybe he had, and just didn’t have the heart to tell Matt what he was seeing. Matt started questioning everything all over again. Maybe he was just crazy. How could Terry not notice, and if he had noticed, why wouldn’t he say anything? Matt was sick of looking at himself at this point, sick of wondering. He had to know for sure, and it was becoming more and more apparent that there was only one place he could go to find out for sure. He found the wrapper he’d pulled from the smoky room, the one labeled with the name Bear Boutique. He had to go. Sure, everyone he’d talked to warned him not to, that getting out of the store unchanged was easier said than done. Still, Butch and Leon had managed it, why couldn’t he? It was the only way he could be sure. He got dressed, his clothes fitting a bit worse than when he’d had them on earlier, and unable to help himself, he took a small butt plug and slid it into his hole, giving a little sigh of pleasure as it settled into place, and he pulled on his coat and set off for the mall.
It looked innocuous enough, just like every other store around him in the mall, maybe people were just exaggerating their tales of the place. Still, Matt was a bit scared to go inside, just because, well, he’d be crazy not to be a bit scared, he supposed. Sill, he couldn’t put this off any longer than he had already, and it was getting hard not to think about popping down to the restroom and jacking off in a stall, while he fucked himself with a dildo. In fact, there were probably some glory holes…maybe, maybe he could find someone to fuck him. That would be so damn nice–he needed a good fuck so bad…
Matt shook his head and before he could second guess himself, he walked into the store, but there was no one at the front register, or in the store at all, actually. However, he could hear some shouting from behind a beaded curtain, and out of curiosity, he crept back and pushed it aside.
“I just don’t get what’s up with you, it’s like you’re a completely different person!” he heard someone shout–the leather clad man covered with tattoos, with the word “BRUTE” written across his forehead. He was shouting at a shorter, chubbier, and quite frankly filthy biker, who appeared to be standing his ground, despite how close Brute was to his face.
“Oh fuck off Brute, I’m done having this conversation.”
“At least tell me why. Why in the fuck did you beat up Beast like that?”
“Because he called me Scuzz. I told you that isn’t my name. If you use it, I’ll beat you down too. My name, is Maxwell. You can call me Max, if you’d like, but that’s it–got it?”
At the curtain, Matt found himself taking deeper and deeper breathes. The scent of these men, especially in confrontation–it was intixicating–even the biker, Max, who was hardly clean…Matt just wanted to…to crawl over, and…and well…do anything the two of them wanted him to do. Suck their cocks, clean their bodies, clean their boots, clean their holes–anything. Maybe one of them would fuck him, that would be amazingly hot, to have someone like that give him the honor of being a dump for their cum–he would be so happy–
Matt caught himself about to step through the curtain and go beg the two men to use him as they saw fit, and before he could give in, he stepped back and retreated towards the fresh air of the mall. That couldn’t have just been the smoke he was subjected to–there had to be something else going on for him to react like that. He was about to book it out of there, never come back, and just deal with what was happening to him when he heard the rustle of beads. He turned around and saw the dirty biker looking at him from the doorway. “Something I can help you find?” he asked.
Matt saw the name Scuzz emblazoned on the man’s forehead, but figured he wouldn’t use that name if he could help it. In fact, his head told him, the only appropriate way of addressing this man, was the word ‘Sir.’
“I…I guess, well, sir…” Matt said, stumbling over his words like a lovestruck cub. He could smell that scent again, and it was just aching to make him submit, bending his will to this filthy, beautiful master, standing right in front of him.
Max sighed, walked over to the counter, picked up an aerosol can and sprayed it all over himself, and a few moments later, Matt felt clarity return to him. “Sorry, I was working up a bit of a sweat in the back. Curse of the Alpha and all that.”
An Alpha–that explained why Matt had felt like that. He’d never meet one, but he’d heard plenty fo rumors about Alphas and their thralls. Matt gave a bit of a shiver, but was glad he had control of himself again. “Th-thanks, it was getting a little hard to think there for a second.”
“Don’t worry about it. Now, what can I do for you?” Max asked.
“Well, you see…” Matt started to explain, “There was this…this prank some guys pulled on me. They, well, they burned some cigars they must have gotten here, and forced me into a room with all the smoke, and well, I’ve been…I think I’ve been changing, even after I got out. I was…well, I just want to make sure I’m not crazy.”
“I see,” Max said, “Well, let me give you a smell.” He walked over to Matt, the sudden closeness a bit surprising. While the spray had concealed the Alpha musk, the rest of the filth on Max’s body stunk plenty, and Matt did his best to breathe in through his nose. Max leaned over him, taking a few sniffs around his face and chest, before settling back and thinking for a moment. “Yeah, I remember those two. They came in two days ago, bought some cigars. I smell…some cub-an, asshog, and subsmoke, I think. Yeah, even a little exposure is enough to trigger the change. It just take longer. How long were you in the room?”
“I don’t know, maybe a minute?”
“Hmm…yeah, I’d say you’ll finish changing in about a week and a half from the initial exposure. What are you, a couple days into it?”
“You mean, I am still changing? How can I stop it?”
“Stop it?” Max asked, and then laughed, “Man, we don’t sell anything that stops a change, are you kidding me? You’re just gonna have to get used to it.”
“No, I don’t want…I don’t want this. Please, isn’t there anything you can do?”
Max sighed, “Well, we could always counter this change with another one. I mean, the force of the change is pretty weak. The only reason it’s advancing is because there’s nothing pushing back against it. Still, how do you know this isn’t what you want? Maybe we should make sure before you buy anything you might regret later.”
“What are you talking about?” Matt asked, but Max wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled him along towards the changing rooms behind the clothing racks.
“Here, let me show you what I mean,” Max said, shoving Matt into the room and following him inside. The small room was a bit more spacious than any changing room Matt had ever seen, with one of the long wall dominated by a large mirror. He caught a glance of his reflection and did a double take. That wasn’t him in the mirror. It couldn’t be him, there was no way. Reflected back at him was the image of a short, chubby cub, dressed not in the flannel and overalls Matt had come in with, but instead in a red leather harness and a red jockstrap, his hair no longer a dark, nearly black brown, but a fiery red. His beard was gone, replaced by a short, thin goatee, and he as fat. Well, not so much fat as plump, with a big, soft ball gut and two of the roundest, firmest moobs he’d seen on a man, with pert nipples ringed by a soft layer of the same red hair as the rest of his body, which joined a soft treasure trail down into his jockstrap. His skin was so pale too, and his face was freckled a bit even.
The itch in his ass was suddenly a flame, and he reached around, grabbing for the butt plug he’d put in earlier, but instead finding his ass filled with a ten inch, beer can thick dildo, also red, which he started thrusting in and out of his ass. “Oh fuck yeah, fuck I need something up my cubpussy!” he moaned, his voice higher, and with a hint of a lisp…wait…Matt though. No…No it was just a reflection, wasn’t it?
He ripped his eyes away from the mirror and looked down at himself, letting out a bit of a shriek when he saw that, in fact, it wasn’t just a reflection, not anymore. He was the fat, pale, hairless cub he was looking at in the mirror, helplessly slamming the dildo home in his ass, but he knew his cock wouldn’t get hard unless it was filled with something…something else. A big cock, two big cocks, a fist, two fists, anything, anything as long as it was alive, as long as there was some man wreaking and abusing his worthless hole. “Oh fuck I need a cock,” he said, then turned to Max and dropped to his knees, “Please sir, please fuck me, this cub is such a horny asspig, I need it so bad sir, please.”
Max laughed, “Sorry cub, but you wouldn’t like what my cum might do to you.”
“But I need to cum sir, please, isn’t there anything you can do? My pussy is aching sir, my hole needs a man to fill it, it’s so empty…”
Max felt a twinge of pity in him. The old him, well, he would have never put himself in a position like this. Still, where had those old principles of abstinence and freedom gotten him? Here he was, trapped in a foreign dimension, in a foreign body, with these foreign beings which were just aching to be dominated. Max felt his cock harden in his grimy jeans, leaking a bit of his alpha cum. It would be so easy to turn him. He hated Toilet, hated that sniveling worm of a thrall, but this one, this little cub could be everything that Max wanted. He could be his true first, the thrall he kept. Max shook his head, pushing the thought away. He wanted to wait. He wanted his body back first. He would take a thrall then, when he was back to normal, and besides, he already had a someone in mind for his first conversion–Tristan. That little cousin of his, oh the things Max was going to do to him…
“Alright you fucking cub–I suppose I have to help you out a bit, or you’ll just be stuck like this. How about I shove my fist up that hole of yours?”
“Oh thank you sir,” Matt said, got down on his hands and knees and shoving his ass towards Max. “Put it in dry sir, my hole can take it. I want it to be rough.”
“Well aren’t you just a little assslut.”
“The biggest assslut sir! Now please, please fist my cubhole sir!”
God Max wanted to fuck that hole so bad, but he resisted, getting down on his knees and working in a few fingers. The cub’s ass nearly swallowed them down, and they slid in so easy, that in a matter of moments, without Max really remembering how, his entire fist was buried in the cub’s hole, Matt moaning and groaning like a complete whore, his red jock showing the first blot of precum as his tiny cock hardened now that his hole was being used properly. “Fuck cub, this is the easiest ass I’ve ever had,” Max said.
“More sir, give me more! I need it so bad.”
Max felt the cub’s hole grip his arm and start pulling him in, massaging his arm a bit as it entered. He could only imagine what that would feel like on his cock. Maybe just one fuck, but Max held off. Giving in now would be complacency. Besides, if he had an ass like this around all the time, he would never get around to freeing himself from this hellhole. Now he was in up to his elbow, and Max reached between the cub’s legs, massaging the pouch of his jock, making the cub squirm.
“No, no, don’t jack me off, put that fist in me too, I want them both.”
“Fuck, you are a horny asscub.”
“Just do it sir, please!”
Who was Max to deny the cub his pleasure? His second fist slipped in just as easily as the first, and soon he was pummeling Matt’s hole, sliding both fists in and out as easy as could be, the cub shivering and shuddering with every pounding thrust into his ass, and with a loud groan, he filled the pouch of his jock with a massive load and collapsed onto the carpet, Max sliding his fists out as he went down, watching as Matt’s original form reasserted itself, leaving him lying on the ground, trying to process what had just happened to him.
“There, see?” Max said, “That wasn’t so bad, was it? You sure did seem to enjoy it.”
“No, no I can’t let that happen.” Matt said, pushing himself up. His hole was so sore from the pounding, but god if that itch hadn’t disappeared for the moment. It was an amazing relief, but if he fell into that trap–well, in another week, that’s who he would be. A cub wandering campus begging men for their cocks and fists, returning to Tom’s room every night for another reaming, with Butch and Leon there too, probably. Even worse, as he was imagining the scenario he was getting turned on big time. He had to fix this, he couldn’t let that happen to him. “Please, you have to help me.”
“Well it’s not that simple,” Max said, “I can’t just change you into anything. There has to be desire behind it–drive. That’s what makes it all work. There has to be will behind it, or it all just fizzles out, wasted. So, if I’m going to help you, you have to tell me what you want to be.”
“Can’t it just be a small change? I don’t…I don’t want to…”
“Don’t want to what?”
“I don’t…I don’t want to, well, forget.”
Max cocked an eyebrow at him, “So finally, I get to meet a member of the oh-so-famous resistance which has been such a thorn in my cousin’s side.”
“Tristan’s your cousin?”
“Oh yes, not that it matters.”
“But that means you know where he came from, what he’s doing. Why is he doing this? Where did he go?”
Max laughed, “Please, I don’t give out my answers for free.”
Matt frowned at him. “What could I give you in exchange?”
“How about we discuss that later,” Max said, “You still didn’t answer my question. What do you want to be?”