thought we'd meet at the gym.
Jackson:
Not if you used half. It might be too late.
"Too late for what," I say out loud. I can't do this over text and decide to call him. He sends me to voicemail.
Jackson:
I can't talk. I'm dropping a friend off. Just text me the address.
By this point, I am beyond worried and text him the address.
Jackson:
Kay. I'll be there in thirty minutes. Get comfortable, and maybe some alcohol ready.
Me:
I am really worried. Just call me, I'll pay you back. I don't care.
Jackson:
You'll sit and wait. Better yet, just go smell the soap again. Time will fly by. Keep the door unlocked.
The last thing I want is to go near the soap, but my mind starts to fog over as I remember the feeling of finger fucking myself, and the smell of fruit wafts over. I walk over to the bottle and smell the soap as the aroma takes over and my mind goes fully pink. I barely remember to unlock the door. Before I know it, I feel strong hands on my shoulder.
'Should they really be that big compared to my shoulder', I ask myself but thought leaves me as his other hand lands on my other shoulder and rubs.
I groan as someone leans over me to take the bottle. I whine as they take it easy. I try to stand up, but they easily push me down on my couch. I see Jackson's handsome face looking me up and down. A smug grin is on his face.
I try to take stock of what was happening, but suddenly his finger is under my nose as the fruity smell returns. He rubs more over my face and the tingling returns. The pleasure overwhelms me, and I writhe with ecstasy on the couch. My cock hardens and I start to rut against anything I could find.
"So, half a bottle of the newest formula causes extreme changes physically. Prolonged exposure causes a state of extreme arousal and euphoria," I hear him say.
"Subject was instructed to use only a small amount but exceeded expected usage. The subject has lost what appears to be fifty to sixty pounds, and his skin is tight in areas where fat was previously located. His face is more feminine in terms of features. As the subject has exceeded the instructed dosage, experiments will commence to determine what will happen if a subject were to use a full bottle."
As the voice discusses some experiment, I take what I can from my face and use it to finger my asshole. I hear the shower turn on and his feet coming back my way. Hands drag me off the couch and take me to my bathroom. I whine again as it becomes more difficult to finger my asshole while walking. I jolt aware of what's happening as I get splashed with water. Jackson is standing in front of my shower holding the bottle of soap.
"So, I am going to give you the choice. You can walk away from this now and keep some part of yourself. You'll always be horny, but probably have some semblance of a life. But there is no going back. Alternatively, you can use the rest of this to finish the process and never have to worry about anything aside from being dumb and getting fucked."
"Why are you doing this," I ask him, "Why did you give me that bottle?"
"You were by yourself, and no one would think twice about a man losing weight, especially if he were desperate," he said, "You were a perfect candidate. You were trying to lose weight and if you listened to what I said and only used a little, you'd probably be on the path to still being a bottom bitch, but you'd have more control. The company I work for is in the business of changing people completely, whether they want to or not."
"When I messaged you on Grindr and got left on read when you thought I was some twink, I knew you were the perfect one. You should have been nicer and responded. I saw your face when I called you 'daddy'. You didn't want to be called daddy. That's okay, but you'll be calling someone else 'daddy' soon. You treated me better when I was a handsome torso. You won't have to worry about that soon though."
"That doesn't explain the company," I say, looking at him. For the first time, I see him hardening in his shorts. My imagination from earlier today did not do him justice. The bottle of soap in his hand, not far from his cock, looks just as tempting.
"It won't matter soon," he says, "The company I work for operates in the shadows, when needed. Soon, we'll be making money hand over fist as we patent this formula to let everyone be what they want to be, but let's just say, there are a few bratty sons around the world who will be calling someone else 'daddy'."
"But in your case, you can say 'no' and walk away. No one will believe you if you say anything, or you can get into the shower, get wet, and let me pour the rest of this on you."
He puts the soap down for a minute to remove his clothes and put on a pair of gloves and some protective gear.
"I don't want to get any on myself, can't make someone else a bottom boy if I'm too stupid to think follow more than simple instructions."
"What even is that soap?" I ask.
I know I am only buying time. I feel my ass clenching, fingers making their way back, and my mouth watering as the man who led me on this path of self-destruction stands in my bathroom as if it were his.
"Nanites," he said, "Little robots that have been going throughout your body, making changes. Surely, you've noticed that you can't keep your fingers from your little pussy back there. You've also been programmed, or your brain has, to start associating pleasure with not thinking. Soon, anytime you begin to think too hard, the pleasure will go away, and you'll be left with nothing but the pain of thinking. We want you to be able to function a little. You'll be able to do basic thoughts and survive, but you'll only be able to focus on fun, fucking, and sucking. What's your choice, Blake?"
I scream inwardly to leave through the door, but my legs won't go that way. I try to think of something to do, but a pain starts moving through my head. My eyes turn from the door to Jackson, his cock erect dripping with pre-cum behind the clear plastic stopping him from being exposed and the bottle in his hand. When I see his cock, my mind goes pink, and the scent of fruit fills my brain.
Before I know it, I'm on my knees and he's dragging me into the shower. The spurt of soap lands on my head moments later and doesn't stop as drizzles it all over my body. Gloved hands rub the soap in every crevice they can find. Every inch of my body begins to tingle. The water begins to interact with the soap more, and a lather builds.
Jackson steps away from the budding mass of bubbles that engulf me. He looks on curious and he removes his gloves and grabs his leaking cock. Pink keeps flashing across my mind as my hands rub over every part of my body. Using one hand to continue the finger fucking from before, I use the other to stick my thumb in my mouth as it starts to feel empty. The soap that was on my finger on makes the inside of my mouth tingle.
I don't know how long I've been in the shower, but only the sudden bolt of cold water washing away wasn't in my ass or mouth wakes from fucking. I look over and see Jackson stroking his cock.
As if I have only one purpose, my eyes lock on to the cock in front of me. I try to get out of the tub to kneel, but he stops me. He takes the shower head and sprays me down until all the soap is gone and I am kneeling naked in the shower. My fingers find their way and continue to go in and out. I try to jump out of the tub again, but he stops me again.
"Ah, ah. Not yet," he said. I whine, and he laughs.
He reaches over to get something from a bag I just noticed. He pulls out a bottle and pours what's inside on his cock still inside the plastic separating me from him. I lick my lips again.
"There's still too much of you left. This is going to fix that. Once this mixes with the pre-cum on my cock and you swallow, you'll be in a state of suggestion, and I'll get to warp your mind to match that pretty little body of yours now. Before we do that, take a look at your new body before you forget anything past the last hour."
He takes off the plastic, and lifts me, still wet, but all the soap is gone. My once brown hair is platinum blond and pink. My face looks almost nothing like me aside from the shape and color of my eyes. My nose is smaller, and my lips are pillows that look perpetually wet. The once flabby body of mine is gone. In its place is the body of the most effeminate boy I've ever seen. Looking further down, my once decently sized cock is actually bigger, but then I notice my ass. My waist might be smaller, but my ass is nothing short of sinful.
