The Legion of Obedient Super-Slaves
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the
legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male
sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.
This is a continuation of a story that began with a file containing
Parts 1-2. You'll have alot more fun if you read those parts first!
[Summary so far: Slade Beatty has been made the partner of alien Znort, who is
supposed to protect the Earth from a potential invasion of powerful barbarians
by creating a league of superheroes, but instead does it for his own perverse
Slade didn't have to take the bus home. After his meeting with the chess
club, he visited the locker room and spiked the sports drink just as the
football team was returning from practice. By chance, Justin, the captain
of the basketball team stopped by after a personal workout. Within minutes,
Gary the football captain was driving the three of them to Slade's house
for a repeat of the previous night's festivities. Of course, under Slade's
influence, neither team captain had taken the time to shower, simply
putting on their street clothes on their bodies still glistening with
sweat. Once they arrived at Slade's house, he ordered them to go up to his
room, strip, and stand at attention, as he headed into the kitchen for a
cold drink. Although his parents were gone again for the whole evening,
because of the time the jock-slaves spent dressing in the locker room and
driving to his house, he had a mere fifteen minutes left until the supercum
would begin to wear off. He ran upstairs to his room, where just inside the
doorway stiffly stood his prize jocktoys.
Slade looked up at the two sweaty, hypnotized athletes towering over him,
staring forward, awaiting orders. He sniffed their delicious post-workout
jock sweat aroma. Admiring their physique, he ran his hands over their
incredible bodies. He stroked the sinews in the legs of the football
captain, down to the powerful calves. He spent some time feeling the
ridges of the eight-pack, and squeezing and pinching the unyielding
parts of the upper body protruding over the narrow waist. Moving over
to the basketball captain, Slade couldn't reach the top of the blond’s
head even by stretching his arms, so he contented himself with rubbing
the bulging biceps, and moving down the long arm to the hand twice as
large as his. Reaching down to the captain's ankles, Slade stroked the
length of the impossibly large feet.
He would have loved to spend a few hours constructing the perfect evening.
It might have begun with the two prime-beef star athletes worshiping the
cute but somewhat skinny body of their sophomore god. It might have built
to foreplay involving the jocks using electric sex toys on each other.
There might have been a tongue skills training session, where each slave
learned the most effective way to lubricate orifices, clean sweat out of
pits and crotches, and so on. Slade might have taught them how to deep-
throat his cock, and each other's. Slade could have poked his cock fully
into each of their orifices and had them beg for more. All this would have
been perfect, except for one thing. There were only about 45 minutes left
before the supercum started wearing off, by which time the two seniors
would have to be cleaned off, dressed, and safely away from the house,
So Slade had to settle for having them both lean forward over the backs of
chairs, muscular asses wiggling in the air, awaiting their sanctification
with his holy cock. To insert himself into Justin, Slade had to stand on
a phone book. As they moaned, he would perform a few strokes into one of
the inviting upturned asses, then move to the other. Each of them begged
Slade to use HIM as royal cumdump, but Justin proved more skilled at
maneuvering his ass muscles to milk Slade's cock, so Justin ended up with
the prize. Gary eyed Justin with great envy, until Slade ordered them both
to stand at attention again, and their expressions went blank as they
Slade felt rewarded -- having the two most skilled senior athletes in the
school using their physical abilities to please him, a somewhat scrawny
sophomore -- but also cheated, having had the time to do nothing more
creative than getting his rocks off. His imagination wandered as he gazed
at the two jock statues in front of him, and he began musing out loud.
"It's too bad I can't keep you as my permanent playtoys. Just imagine the
fun we could have. I could have you dress in gladiator costumes and fight
each other for the right to serve at the feet of me, your emperor. I could
turn one of you into the submissive, effeminate girlfriend of the other one,
who I'd make dominant and abusive, and have you behave that way in front of
the whole school. I could have you select individual teammates to add to my
harem, hypnotically perverting their tastes, disciplining them, and putting
them through slave obedience training while I watch. You each have younger
brothers in junior high, who I could make into real sadists and whose words
I could make it impossible for you to disobey. And imagine if the two kid
brothers ever got together!" As he described each scenario, the team
captains, ordered to imagine themselves helplessly trapped in each
situation, had their cocks begin to gradually fill out and grow in length
without being touched, as they grew excited picturing themselves pleasing
their sophomore master in increasingly bizarre ways.
"But then I could be good for you, too. I could have you become obsessed
with perfecting your bodies and athletic skills to please me, so you would
be recruited to the best schools and bring me along. At your college, I
could really focus the minds of your teammates, and I wouldn't mind having
a national championship team as my sex slaves."
Slade sighed. "But if I go past the two hour limit, you'll kill me. And I
can’t use you day after day, or you’ll start to develop a tolerance for the
supercum. So I've gotta have you forget everything and send you home. But
as an experiment, let me try to plant something into your subconscious and
see if it sticks after I let you go. That’ll test the limits of my power.
Unfortunately, it can’t be anything that would let you trace its origin
back to me. Hmmm…
“First, neither of you ever wants to wear any kind of underwear to school
again, and you'll enjoy wearing tight pants that show off your endowments.
And why not? Just look at them.” Slade reached for the long, thick, proud
cock of the football captain, now at its full size, and stroked it while
the athlete gasped with pleasure. He fingered the veins along its length,
then stroked the mushroom head. Addressing the basketball captain, he said,
“Justin, look at this magnificent symbol of masculinity.” As commanded,
Justin looked over to admire the cock in Slade’s hand. “Memorize every inch
of this cock. Worship its power. You want it in you, enslaving you, badly.
But of course you can never mention it to Gary. He’s straight, and he might
attack you if he knew you wanted him, so you must keep your burning lust to
yourself. But whenever you see this cock bulging inside Gary’s pants, you
won’t be able to help getting hard yourself.” Justin just continued to
stare at the football captain’s cock as Slade’s commands penetrated to his
Slade let the football captain’s cock drop from his hand, although it was
so engorged that it continued to point straight forward despite its weight.
Slade reached for Justin’s extended cock. “Now Gary, study this super-long,
sleek cock.” The football captain’s eyes shifted to observe the considerable
sausage now in Slade’s hand. “It’s not as thick as yours, but it’s at least
two inches longer. I think it must be the longest cock in the whole school,
don’t you? You would just LOVE to have this shoved down your throat all the
way, or up your butt to the pubes. The pain would be the most excitement
you’ve ever felt. But naturally, Justin must never find out, or he’d kill
you. But whenever you see the length of this thing profiled in his extra-
tight pants, you’re going to get so hard you’ll have to try hard not to cum
without touching yourself.”
The two athletes continued to stand at attention, each staring down at the
other’s cock, memorizing its shape, its size, its identifying characteristics.
as they had been instructed to. Although the two captains would still be
basically straight when they emerged from their hypnotized state, in their
subconscious they would retain this obsession, this fascination for each
other’s cock that would emerge whenever they saw the unmistakable outline
in the tight pants they would be forced to wear from then on.
Slade then ordered them to forget everything that happened that evening and
head home, remembering only that they had had a good time spending the
evening with each other, although for some reason they wouldn't remember
exactly WHERE they spent it. He had them get dressed, but kept their
underwear so they would begin to notice each other's cocks as ordered. Gary
drove to Justin's house, and the effects of the cum wore off, the two
athletes suddenly regained full consciousness. Neither remembered the
previous time exactly, but neither one could admit it to the other.
Basketball captain Justin asked, "So, Gar, you and Donna broke up last
"Well, we're just friends with benefits now. And, man, what benefits! She
really knows how to give a blow job! Best I've ever had. The things she can
do with her lips... I'm tellin' ya!" As Gary reminisced about the fabulous
blow job, his cock, unconstrained by underwear, began to swell. Justin could
clearly see the growing outline, and was shocked to discover he couldn't take
his eyes away from it. As Gary went on about the blow job, Justin began to
daydream that HE was the one giving it. He imagined himself on his knees in
front of this commanding figure, throat adjusting to fit the thick pole,
being humiliated and called names as he was forced to suck Master Gary in
front of his teammates... Justin quickly looked away in order not to give
away his feelings to Gary. He was sure that Gary would immediately drop him
as a friend, and tell everyone at the school that Justin was a fag, turning
him into a pariah. But the mental picture of him being on his knees in front
of Gary caused Justin's own considerable cock to begin snaking through his
pants until it finally poked out through his waistband over his pants' left
side pocket, mushroom head pointing in the direction of Gary. Justin failed
to notice this.
But Gary certainly DIDN'T fail to notice it when Justin's cockhead popped
out from under his pants, and he almost drove off the road. He made up some
excuse for swerving that satisfied Justin, whose attention was elsewhere
anyway. Gary was amazed at the length of Justin's cock. He had seen it soft
in the showers, but never approaching hard before. That must be the longest
cock in the school, including students AND teachers, no question, he thought.
With that cock Justin should rule the school... I've GOT to get that thing
inside me somehow, inside WHAT doesn't matter... But I can never tell Justin
about this, or my whole future, my social life, my family life, my
scholarship is finished...
So Gary dropped off Justin and then drove home. As soon as each of them
arrived in his room, he stripped frantically and hit the bed for an
uncontrollable whack-off session involving mental images of himself enslaved
before the other's masterful cock...
Bobby Martin and Todd Fletcher were both sixteen and had been friends for
years, although they looked like an odd pair. Bobby was small in stature,
with finely formed little hands and a cute pouty face topped by a shock of
blond hair, while Todd was much taller, had a nice build thanks to daily
workouts, and had a headful of jet black hair. Bobby was gay, although he
had not admitted it to anyone, and had become very attracted to Todd over
the years. Todd kind of suspected the situation, but didn't mind it too
much when he accidentally caught his long-time friend staring at him from
time to time.
But one afternoon, something would happen that would change their
relationship forever. As they wandered through the woods at the edge of
town, Bobby spotted a weird-looking bright yellow package lying on the
ground at a distance. When he opened it, out fell something that looked
like a large article of clothing, and a large book also thudded to the
ground. As Bobby picked up the book, Todd examined the article of clothing,
and exclaimed, "Hey, it's some kind of superhero costume. Maybe someone
lost it on the way to a party or something."
Bobby read the title of the book aloud: "MorphTeen Outfit Instruction
Manual". "MorphTeen... I wonder what that means."
Todd unfolded the costume. On the chest there was an uppercase M that
changed in steps over to a lowercase m. "I guess that's the name of the
superhero this is supposed to be. But I've never heard of him. Is he,
like, some Marvel character? And look, the costume is like exactly my
size! There's no one around, I'm going to try it on." He began to strip
off his clothes. Under normal conditions, Bobby would have been helplessly
staring at the increasingly naked Todd. But Bobby was too engrossed in
flipping through the book in his hands. "It says here that this outfit has
powers actually in it, and they can be operated by some sort of control
chip -- the diagram looks kind of like a watch." He noticed a hole cut
through some pages, in which he could see something. "Hey, here's the
control chip." He put it on his right wrist.
By this time, Todd had finished putting on the costume. It fit perfectly.
The bulges in the outfit nicely showed off his pecs, biceps, and six-pack.
Todd flexed and admired the way he looked as a superhero. Bobby kept reading.
"Uh, says here that MorphTeen can be turned into anything by speaking into
the control chip. But there are limits, something about matter coming and
going into some other dimension. Like, he can't be made into a house, it's
too big, or a drop of water, it's too small. He can't become a car or a
plane, it's too mechanically complex, but since he's a human, he can change
into any reasonably-sized living thing, there are enough similarities that
the organic complexity is OK." Todd was only half-listening, examining how
the costume enhanced the look of his muscles. "Cool!" he said.
Bobby was still contemplating the book. "This is a lot of detail to put
into the description of a party costume, don't you think? Well, OK, let's
pretend we're trying it out at a party." He lifted his right wrist and said,
"An eagle." What happened next shocked them both. Todd began to -- SHRINK.
And as he did, his arms changed to wings, his feet to talons, and his head
to the familiar one of a bald eagle. Todd the eagle took off into the sky,
circled a couple of times, and landed beside Bobby, who said "Revert!" into
the watch-like device. Immediately, the eagle grew in height and changed
back into Todd in the MorphTeen costume.
For a few moments, the two boys just stared at each other. "Oh my God, that
was INCREDIBLE!" said Todd. "I really was an eagle there for awhile! I flew,
I could see the whole town, I landed right where I wanted! But... but how
could this thing be... REAL?"
Bobby thought out loud. "Maybe this is something serious, like some secret
government project, or even, like, from some other planet!"
Todd snorted. "Other planet? And they're including instruction manuals in
English? Get real! Hey, let's try it again!"
"Uh, wait," said Bobby. "It says something here about, once the outfit has
been put on, it can't be taken off. And it says the wearer can never touch
or talk into the control chip." Todd grabbed the front of the costume, to
rip it off. As he did, he realized it wouldn't COME off, it was part of him
now. Some permanent change had taken place! "Bobby, I can't wear this all
the time. I can't go to school like this. How do I get this OFF?"
Bobby thought for a second. He spoke into the control chip: "Todd without
the costume!" Instantly, the costume vanished, leaving a naked Todd
standing there, with Bobby staring a bit. Todd grabbed his original clothes
off the ground and started to put them on. He said, "You know, the costume
is still... there, it's still part of me. You can't see it, but I know there's
no way to go back, to me not being MorphTeen. What can I do?"
Bobby said, "It doesn't matter! As long as I don't say anything into the
control chip, nothing should happen. You just go on the way you normally do,
and we can pretend that today never happened. If you ever want me to bring
out and use the control chip, you'll let me know. Otherwise, I'll put it away
where no one will find it."
Todd wasn't sure. "I dunno... maybe I should keep it with ME." He reached
for the watch-like device on Bobby's wrist, but as he touched it his hand
seemed to burn like fire, and he yanked the hand away. He took off his shirt
(attracting Bobby's involuntary attention to his smooth, well-built chest)
and tried to grab the device through a few layers of his shirt -- same result,
his hand felt like it was on fire even through the shirt. Bobby said, "I told
you what it said in the manual, the wearer can't touch or talk to the control
chip. I'll have to keep it myself. Don't worry, I'll put it safely away. We'd
better get back to our homes before we're missed. I'll call you later." The
boys split up and headed home. But Todd couldn't help wondering what this
seemingly permanent change meant to him. Meanwhile, Bobby stared at the
control chip on his wrist, thinking, thinking... And as he walked home he
started reading the manual from start to finish.
The next few days, Todd and Bobby didn't discuss their bizarre MorphTeen
experience. Todd wasn't ready to talk about it, and Bobby was afraid to
be the one to bring it up. But each day, as Todd prepared for school, he
thought he noticed mysterious and subtle changes in himself. One morning,
he couldn't get the buttons of his favorite shirt to close. The shirt now
seemed too tight to fit over his bulging chest muscles. It also seemed to
him that his fingers were getting longer every day. These days he routinely
had to use them to make sure his soft cock was stuffed straight down into
one of his pants legs, since it was now too large to fit in his underwear.
And one day, as he tried to put on his shoes, he noticed that his feet were
now longer than his shoes were on the outside! He had to cram them into
some now undersized sandals, with his heels protruding out the back. That
was it. Now he was SURE that Bobby was secretly using the control chip to
make changes in his body!
That day Todd was about to confront Bobby in the boys room, when Bobby
quickly said something into the control chip, and Todd opened his mouth to
speak, suddenly his tongue began to grow, longer and longer, until it
reached down to his waist, then down to the floor. When Todd tried to
retract it, it rolled up back into his mouth like a frog's.
Todd was furious, but Bobby just laughed and said, "Normal tongue" into
the chip. Immediately on returning to normal, Todd lashed out at Bobby.
"I know what you're doing to me, every day I wake up and something's
different. My chest, my feet, my cock. I can't TAKE it anymore! You've
gotta STOP this! And that tongue thing --" Todd was working up a head
Bobby interrupted "Hey, it was just a joke, CALM DOWN!" To his surprise,
within seconds, Todd DID seem much calmer. Without Bobby realizing it,
his last two words were said loud enough that they were heard by the
control chip, which responded by reconfiguring Todd's brain chemistry
to calm him down. This WAS noticed by the secret witness to this whole
scene, a small gay teen sitting in one of the toilet stalls with the
door slightly ajar, who was sitting frozen in amazement by the tongue
metamorphosis. After everything Ollie saw and heard, he saw the effect
the control chip had on Todd, and he was determined to get that chip
away from Bobby somehow.
He got his chance when Bobby carelessly left his locker open, with the
chip lying atop his books, while he chatted with a friend across the
hall. Ollie grabbed it and ran before Bobby even noticed what had
happened. When he went back to collect his books, he looked all over,
but couldn't find the chip. It hadn't fallen on the floor. Bobby was
frantic. Who had stolen the chip?
Then he realized it wouldn't be too hard to find the thief. All he had
to do was watch Todd like a hawk. If he changed into something, then
the person with the chip was probably nearby. But did the user of the
control chip need to be near MorphTeen to force him to change? Maybe
not, but what use would it be to the thief not to see, or use, the
changes he caused?
Before Bobby could find Todd, however, Ollie spotted him getting ready
to head for the gym for that afternoon's practice. When Todd reached
a quiet section of the hall, Ollie said into the chip, "A&F Adirondack
jacket, size small." And immediately Todd felt himself turning navy
blue and morphing into an article of clothing. Ollie ran over to grab
the jacket off the floor. "I've always wanted one of these," he
thought. Putting Todd on, he noticed he needed a minor alteration.
"Sleeves a bit longer," he said into the chip. Soon, Todd fit Ollie
perfectly. Ollie couldn't wait to get Todd home, where he and his gay
friend Pat could play with him.
Pat arrived at Ollie's house at almost the same time that Ollie did.
"I've got something incredible to show you," said Ollie.
"You mean the jacket? Nice, but what's so incredible?"
"Wait till you see." And Ollie and Pat ran up to Ollie's room.
Ollie took off the jacket, and put hung it on his bedframe. He spoke
into the control chip: "Normal, but naked, cock erect, and tied to my
bed." To Pat's astonishment, the jacket changed, changed, changed into...
a boy! A tall, athletic, naked boy, with a nice hard cock, tied to
Ollie's bedframe! The boy tried to free hands and feet from the rope
binding him to the bedframe, to no avail. Then the jacket-boy spoke.
"Look, I don't know who you two are, but you'd better let me go! You'll
be in real trouble if mmph mmph mmm"... At a few words from Ollie into
the chip, Todd's mouth had disappeared! No lips, no opening, just smooth
skin from nose to chin.
"How... how did you do that?" asked an astonished Pat. "I can make him
into anything I want. I'll show ya. Spiderman!" he said into the control
chip. And Todd began to morph into the masked superhero! When Ollie
noticed that Spider-Todd was beginning to use his super strength to
break out of the binding ropes, he quickly said, "Pat McCafferty!" and
Todd started to morph into an exact copy of Ollie's little friend, which
freaked Pat out.
Recovering, Pat contemplated for a moment and asked, "Can we do sex
things with him?"
"I don't see why not. Here, Pat, you give it a try!" Ollie offered the
chip to Pat.
Pat thought for a moment, then said, "Leonardo DiCaprio, like in Titanic."
As Todd began to morph into the form of the actor, Ollie grabbed the chip
and added, "But with a foot-long thick hard cock," and Todd's body began
to form this obscene appendage. Pat grabbed the chip back, and said "Make
it two feet long, and super sensitive!" Todd/Leonardo stood there dazed
but highly stimulated as the two kids happily started slurping on separate
sections of the ridiculous phallus.
But because Pat gave the cock super-sensitivity, it wasn't too long before
it gave a giant shudder and shot several loads clear across the room.
Leo-Todd, energy expended, collapsed on the floor.
Pat asked, "Now what do we do? He'll kill us for what we did."
Ollie said, "I don't think so. When I watched the chip being used, it was
able to alter elements in his brain. So I think we can have him forget all
this. At least until I can think of a way to make some good money off of
this." He said into the chip, "Normal, but with no memory of the last two
hours." And Todd was soon Todd again, barely conscious and on the floor.
Ollie and Pat grabbed his arms and legs, and pulled him several blocks away
from the house, so that when he came to, he wouldn't know where he was or
how he got there. Then they raced back to Ollie's house.
When they got back, Pat said, "Next time, let's make him into Vin Diesel,
and have him be forced to obey us little twinks but HATE every minute of
the experience." "Hahaha...."
At school the next day, Bobby frantically searched for Todd, hoping to
find the chip. What he didn't know was that Todd was being passed around
for money, used and abused sexually in many different ways... a scrawny
skater dude changed him into Shaquille O'Neal, foot slave... a straight
freshman changed him into a superhorny Hannah Montana and had her beg him
to pork her... later the guy's girlfriend made Todd become Zac Efron with
a foot-long cunt-hungry tongue... (but all of that day is part of a
separate side story, "MorphTeen: Superslut for Rent".)
It wasn't until the next day that Bobby, walking the halls, located Todd,
in the body form of Todd himself, sitting in a classroom before the start
of a class. Todd's memory of the previous day was sketchy, since some of
his abusers were careful enough to erase his memory after they violated him,
while others weren't so thoughtful. As he sat there, Todd concentrated with
all his strength on a fingernail, but he couldn't even grow the fingernail
a tiny amount, since he had no control over his own morphing. Todd thought
that was very unfair, since he was a total pawn to whoever had the control
chip. But today, he had to think totally sober thoughts, because while the
current chip-user had left him looking like himself, the guy had also
ordered his cock to grow, soft, all the way down his pants leg almost to
his ankle. He was very afraid of what might happen if he had the least
sexual thought, since he had no idea how big that cock might become if
it got hard.
Just then, the student sitting to his left reached out with his foot and
started rubbing Todd's pants leg. As Todd's eyes widened, his stimulated
cock started to expand, his pants leg threatened to burst open at the seam,
and he was about to be lifted out of his seat and up in the air by what was
fast becoming his "third leg". In an instant, Bobby figured out what was
going on. He spotted the control chip partly hidden in the notebook on the
desk of the guy who was rubbing Todd's leg. He ran over, grabbed the chip
before the student could react, hoarsely whispered, "Back to normal!" into
it, and fled the classroom with the chip in his pocket as Todd's cock began
to deflate to its regular size. Todd felt totally grateful to Bobby. Now
that his best friend had the chip back, he knew the abuse was finally over.
After the class ended, Todd found Bobby waiting for him in the hallway.
"Thanks, dude, I thought the horror would NEVER end! You won't BELIEVE
what I went through in the last day. I am so glad you got that chip back!"
"Yeah, I've heard rumors of all the things they made you do. Poor baby,
I can't WAIT to bring you home and fuck you in various forms all night!"
This statement shocked Todd to the core. He had assumed his problems were
over with Bobby in charge of the chip.
"Bobby, you're not going to abuse me, are you? I've been through hell over
the last twenty-four hours, and I can't even remember all of it, and parts
of me are sore that I didn't even know I had. Like, I don't have an actual
cunt anymore, but I'm still feeling stretched down there from when that
pimply kid changed me into Hannah Montana and forced me to crawl to him
and beg him to take my virginity. And my tongue has been reshaped and
resized to fit into the most disgusting places, and I still have an
aftertaste. Please don't use me sexually, I don't think I can take any
Bobby grew impatient with Todd's whining. How could Todd, who had spent
the day as a superslut to total strangers, deny his own best friend some
simple sexual pleasure? He got indignant. After all, HE was in charge of
MorphTeen, wasn't he?
"Hey, I saved you from those guys, and THIS is how you thank me? Don't
make me MAD! You OWE me this! Look, I could be MEAN. I could punish you
for your whining. You could become the driver-side floormat in your own
car. I could make you into the seventh urinal in the second floor boys
room, with super-sensitive taste buds underneath so you could fully
appreciate every drop of what you drink. You could become a decorative
wooden statue in your own room. I could make you into a mat on the locker
room floor, with a supersensitive sense of smell, where you would be
trampled under the sweaty, smelly feet of every guy in the school. Or I
could turn you into a rubber dildo with ALL your senses set on HIGH, and
let your gay little brother find you. He wouldn't even know it was you,
his admired big brother, as he rammed you up his ass over and over. But
you'd feel, smell, and taste every second of it, SQUARED!" Todd realized
with horror the position he was now in.
"OK, Bobby, I'll be good, I won't whine, PLEASE don't do those things,
"Well, OK, I'll be REAL good to you. Now, it's a bit cold, so give me
the keys to your car, and then I'll change you into a fur-lined jockstrap
for me to wear while I'm driving it. And I wouldn't mind the front of you
giving me a crotch massage while the back of you is bunched up in my ass.
"When we get home, I'll take a nice hot shower, and change you into a big
fluffy towel to dry me off. Then, here's tonight's scenario. You'll become
Superboy, fastened to my bedposts with kryptonite manacles around your
wrists and ankles. I'll set your sex hormone levels so high it'll be like
you haven't cum in a really long time, and I'll have your balls churn out
a gallon of supercum. You'll beg and beg for me to let you get off, but
I'll just tease you to the edge and stop, over and over again. And when
you've finally convinced me you deserve release, I'll have your supercock
grow and stuff itself far down your throat and practically drown you in
your own cum while I fuck you." Bobby shivered with anticipation while
Todd shuddered with fear.
"OK, Toddy-boy, you've thought of yourself as a jock for years, now's
your chance to be a real one," said Bobby as he issued his command into
the control chip. As Todd felt himself shrinking into the form of a warm
furry jockstrap, he resigned himself to the hell his life would remain
for the indefinite future as Bobby's morph-toy...
[Should I continue this? Feedback and suggestions appreciated.]