Today
was the day! The others were coming back, as the next semester would
be starting soon. Ashely sat up in his bed and yawned as he flipped
the covers away from his body. He couldn’t help but grin at finally
having some people to hang out with and having fun, rather than
having to find something to keep him preoccupied. It hadn’t even
been a full day and he was tired of his new pillow. It was currently
laying on the ground next to some old clothes, and Ashely didn’t
bother picking it up. Instead he just walked over it, stepping on the
face and stomach area of the pillow, making a nice noise as he headed
to the bathroom. Trying to think of what to do when the guys showed
up, Ashely mulled over some fun activities that involved lots of
drinking and possibly some special surprises!
Ashely
was already thinking of what kind of theme he could throw together
tonight. Entering the bathroom, and not bothering to close the door,
he started to use the bathroom like any other morning. Using this
time to gather his thoughts…
It
wasn’t till he heard his phone starting to make noises that
Ashely’s attention was drawn to his device. It wasn’t his normal
ring tone playing from it, so no one was calling him. It took Ashely
a few moments to connect the sound, it was a notification for an
event. Ashely frowned as he tried to recall what event he had set for
today. Finishing up his morning business in the bathroom, he headed
back into his room and dug through a few things to find his phone.
Picking it up he opened it and gasped at the message on his phone.
“Riiiight,”
Ashely groaned as he sat down on his bed. “It’s Frank’s
birthday, oh damn,” Ashely muttered, forgetting about it completely
until now. Biting his lip, Ashely immediately realized he messed up.
For some reason he thought Frank’s birthday was next week, but
sadly that wasn’t true. “Dang it,” Ashely whined as he flopped
backwards on his bed, “I forgot to get a gift.” He clearly
thought he had a week, but it was obvious that his time wasn’t as
prolonged as he hopped. Getting up, Ashely headed to his computer and
quickly woke it up. Pulling up some websites for stores nearby,
Ashely checked their inventory and other online features to try and
find a decent last minute gift for his roommate.
Ashely
yawned as he clicked a few links, and after a half an hour or so of
online surfing and comparing prices, Ashely thought he found
something. “Yeah… yeah! He’s gonna love it!” Ashely sat back
almost breaking into a delighted laugh at this year's perfect gift.
However it wasn’t till Ashely spotted the price, “What?! It’s
that much?!” Ashely pouted at the expensive price for a simple
birthday gift. There was no way Ashely had that much money, not after
some of his late night purchases the past couple of days. Seeing that
he couldn’t buy the gift, that only led to one option for Ashely to
take.
Smiling
at the idea, Ashely headed to his phone and started to text someone,
his brand new “friend” Kyle.
“Hey,
4:30, come over. And you might want to bring someone too, or I could
just play with you if you instead, up to you.” Ashely sent the
message along with a winky face and a devilish emoji. Seeing as his
problem was solved for tonight, Ashely figured he could relax and
think up some birthday stuff for Frank. Ashely’s mind was already
transitioning to cake and other birthday supplies that he would need
to get, or make.
Kyle
had horrible dreams last night. Some of them were him watching
Heather being spooned by Ashely, others were of him becoming a pillow
himself, or something else. It was a restless night for Kyle, and
when his phone beeped with a new message, he took it as a kind of
distraction to pull him away from those dreams. Kyle grabbed his
phone and felt a part of him die when he saw who it was from, Ashely.
He read the message and soon felt a feeling of dread and horror. He
wanted him to come over and to bring someone?
“Oh
god…” Kyle whispered realizing that whoever he picked would end
up like Heather or something along those lines. Kyle shook his head.
He couldn’t do that to someone, he couldn’t trick or force
someone to become just a THING for that psycho! Yet as Kyle sat in
his bed thinking about it, he really didn’t want to be at the mercy
of Ashely. It was bad enough his best friend was made into a pillow
for that boy, but who knew what Ashely wanted this time. Did Kyle
really want to become something for Ashely? As kind hearted and
heroic Kyle wanted to be, he wasn’t ready for his life to be
changed into God knew what. He had no choice, he had to find a…
Kyle
gulped and shuddered. He needed to find a sacrifice.
George
was looking up transfer forms to get him into another college. There
was nothing wrong with graduating from here, but George wanted to see
more of the world. He had been stuck in this town all his life, and
now he wanted to explore and learn more about the rest of the world.
Looking for an out of state, maybe even out of country college,
George was stuck on the few schools left on his list. Suddenly a
pinging sound pulled his attention away from his computer and toward
his phone.
“Who
could that be,” George sighed as he rolled from his desk toward his
phone. Unlocking his smart phone, George read the message from Kyle,
his lab partner last semester. Something about hanging out and
talking. George wanted to ignore Kyle, but it had been a little while
since they talked. Kyle did help out with his studies, so maybe he
owed him a favor? George was hesitant on answering, but seeing how
there wasn’t much more he could do besides pick a school to
transfer to, George figured it wouldn’t matter. “Yeah sure,”
George replied to Kyle’s text. “When?”
A
few moments passed and George got his answer, “Come to my place at
4:00 pm.”
George
looked at the clock and realized he had plenty of time till then, and
that he didn’t have plans later. Figuring it wouldn’t be too bad
of an idea, George sent a confirmation text. The rest of the day was
just George checking on the transfer procedures to other schools and
what he needed to transfer schools. It didn’t take long for George
to realize what time it was and that he told Kyle he would come by.
“I should head out soon,” George said as he grabbed a jacket and
headed for the door. There wasn’t anyone for him to tell where he
was going. The campus was still a few days away from the start of the
next semester, and so the campus was nearly dead like it had been the
past couple of weeks. It didn’t take too long for George to meet up
with Kyle at his place.
“Hey,
how's it going,” George greeted Kyle as he opened his door.
“Hey,”
Kyle greeted him with a weak hello.
George
raised an eyebrow at the tone. “Uh… you okay? You don’t sound
so good.”
Kyle
shook his head, “Just a bad night of sleep. I-I didn’t get a lot
of sleep…”
George
wasn’t sure what Kyle had to worry about, to have a rough night of
sleep, but George had some nights like that. “I get it. So, uh,
what’s up?”
“Huh,”
Kyle looked confused.
“You
wanted to talk?” George asked slowly, reminding Kyle why he was
here. “You texted me earlier to hang out…”
“Oh…
oh right, sorry,” Kyle slowly nodded, looking a little pale.
George
continued to look at the distracted Kyle. “That must have been some
nightmare… are you sure you’re okay?”
Kyle
weakly nodded, “Yeah sorry… just… lot on my mind… I…”
Kyle sighed, “I had to make some tough decisions.”
“Like
what,” George asked, not sure what could be so dire that it would
make Kyle look like a train wreck.
“N-nothing,
look, there’s someone I need you to meet, is that cool?” Kyle
asked or almost begged George.
George
frowned at Kyle, “You asked me to come over and meet someone?”
That was probably the weirdest thing to call him over for but
whatever.
“Just
for a minute,” Kyle almost pleaded.
George
didn’t know what to say but as strange as the request was, it
wasn’t like he had much going on tonight. “Uh, sure??? I guess?”
There
was a sad smile but some relief seemed to come over Kyle at his
response, “A-alright. Thanks. We should head over there.”
Kyle
grabbed his jacket and started to head for the door, “Wait, so I
came over to go over to someone else’s place?” George looked even
more confused than he was now. “Why didn’t you just tell me to go
to their place?”
Kyle
paused for a moment but didn’t glance back at George. Kyle was
acting strange, but finally he said, “I didn’t know if you wanted
to meet them.”
“Meet
who? Wait,” George stopped Kyle who turned to look at him, seeming
worried again. George slowly started to piece things together. “Is
this some chick you’re trying to hook me up with?”
Kyle
looked shocked, “What?”
George
just laughed, “Did some girl go through you to talk to me? You can
tell me dude.” Kyle was still trying to understand what George was
saying so he quickly spoke, “Never mind, come on. Lead the way.”
George
followed after Kyle, but he couldn’t help but feel like maybe this
wasn’t what he thought it was. They were growing closer to this
person’s dorm room on campus. Following Kyle, they climbed a flight
of stairs and headed over to an apartment door and paused. Kyle
paused and looked a little hesitant.
“You,
uh, good?” George asked as Kyle still hadn’t knocked on the door.
Before George could ask again Kyle slowly knocked on the door. There
was no response as it was quiet for a moment. Just as George thought
no one would answer he heard a voice on the other side of the door.
“Ooo,
you’re early! Come in,” The voice called out. George heard the
delighted and peppy voice calling out for them on the other side of
the door. George watched Kyle slowly open the door and quickly walk
in. His attitude was really harshing out George, but he didn’t want
to call him out on it. Instead George followed and closed the door
behind him. When he looked in the familiar looking dorm room, he was
shocked to see the guy laying on the couch.
George
had never seen this person before. He was almost positive he would
have recognized someone so… unique. George looked at the stranger,
who was sprawled out on the couch with a bag of chips in their lap.
They were watching TV and slowly pushing a few chips in their mouth.
Slowly chewing as they continued to watch whatever show was on. If
George wasn’t 100% they were still in a male dorm, he would have
had an issue determining the gender of said person. Even knowing, he
had a slight doubt that maybe this was just a guest in the actual
person’s dorm?
Slowly
a small handful of chips was put into the extremely laxed couch
potato. George watched their attention from the TV slowly glaze over
to them with a lack of concern. “Hmmm,” the stranger said looking
at George and then back to Kyle. George caught Kyle flinching as the
eyesight was directed at him. George was beyond confused as to what
was going on. It was almost as if they were being sized up? But for
what or why?
Finally
the gaze went back to George and he could see a sparkle in those eyes
as a grin came over that cute face. Some more chips being shoved into
his mouth broke the silence as the stranger shrugged, “You’ll
do.”
Before
George could utter a word Kyle beat him to it, “I can go?!” He
asked, sounding worried and frightened.
Again
the stranger slacking on the couch just shrugged, “Sure. Unless you
want to stay and watch? Sometimes it’s more fun with an audience-”
George
watched Kyle turn toward him. A mixed wave of emotions was on his
face: relief, sorrow, worry, and regret. Kyle mouthed, “sorry”
before he bolted for the door and quickly left the room faster than
if someone shouted fire. George was too perplexed and stunned to
understand what happened. He watched the door slowly swing shut
leaving him alone with the stranger. A simple crunching sound brought
George back to the couch potato munching on the bag of salty snacks.
“What
…?” George asked, looking more shocked and confused than ever.
Still confused he went on, “The fuck is going on?”
The
stranger laughed, “I’m guessing he didn’t explain anything?
Seems about right.” George was about to say something when the
stranger slowly got off the couch like it was a chore to get up. A
few quick brushes on his shirt and shorts to remove some chip dust
before smiling a dazing grin at him, “I’m Ashely.” A hand
extended out to greet George.
“Uh…
George?” He replied taking the hand baffled at what had happened. A
softer than expected handshake soon broke the tension. “What, uh …
please, what's going on?”
Ashely
smiled, “Right. Yeah sorry about all that stuff.” Ashely laughed
before picking up the chips, “You want some, they are sooooo good.
I could eat a whole bag-” Ahsley peered into the bag… “Okay…
so I DID eat a whole bag, but there’s some left,” Ahsley laughed
again holding the almost empty bag up for George to sample the
leftovers. True to his words, there was probably a handful or two
left.
George
slowly shook his head, “No… I’m watching the carbs.”
Ashely
blew a raspberry at him, “Oh please, that’s so dumb. Carbs are
like the best source of food. You got beer, bread, chips, and-”
George
had to cut the speech off before he got lost in the tirade, “Sorry
but…” George looked around at the empty apartment, “Why did you
want to see me? It couldn’t be about chips, so…?”
Ashely
let out a giggle, “You're right. It’s not about chips.” Ashely
slowly licked his fingers clean. An act that could have been less
sexual if one tired, but a feeling in George’s gut told him that it
was all on purpose as he slowly licked and sucked each finger very
carefully. When it was done Ashely went on, “I need some help with
something. One of my roommates has a birthday today. I need a gift
for him. You could probably say it’s a ‘kill two birds with one
stone’ situation as… well,” Ashely sighed, “I’m also
freaking bored too. So I thought I could have some fun before he
shows up!” The thrill and excitement in his voice was almost too
much.
George
shook his head as he tried to understand what he was being told.
“Fun? Birthday? Wh-what?”
Ashely
just nodded, “I knew you were smart. Look at you following what I’m
saying.” A sly mutter left Ashely’s lips, “Smarter than most…”
“Just
hold on, again,” George spoke, sounding more confused and
disoriented, “What the heck are you asking? You want me to help
with a gift and …” George shook his head at what he heard from
the boy’s mouth, “ENTERTAIN you???”
Ashely
quickly clapped like George just won a prize, “YES YES! Oh you are
a sharp one!”
George
felt a frown forming at the childish way Ahsley was acting. He put up
with enough of this shit and was finding it annoying. “This is why
Kyle called me over?! I don’t have time for this shit,” George
announced as he headed for the door. Reaching for the doorknob,
George went to open it. However the doorknob didn’t budge. Trying
harder and harder it felt like the doorknob was locked, but there was
no lock on it. Looking at the door, the security latch was unhinged,
but it felt like something was keeping the door sealed shut and
locking him in. A third and fourth attempt told George that the door
wasn’t opening anytime soon. He spun around to look at Ashely who
was grinning at him with that smile that sent a shiver down his spin.
It was a very mischievous and dangerous look. One that made him feel
uneasy with the look he had toward him.
“Yeeaaaah,
can’t have you running away like Kyle. Otherwise I wouldn’t have
a gift for Frank.” Ashely explained.
Something
snapped in George at the tone in Ashely’s voice, “WHO THE FUCK IS
FRANK?!”
Ashely
just laughed, “My roommate. Anyway… Oh,” Ashely gasped looking
at the time on a nearby clock, “Speaking of, we only have a little
longer before he’s back from break. I guess we should start the
little game I have set up for us, right?”
George
felt his heart beating much faster than it should have. His fight or
flight mode was kicking in, and sadly there was nowhere to flee to.
So instead, it was a fight. George took the moment that Ashely was
asking the question to strike. Lunging forward George went for a
punch to that slime looking face. He watched as his fist was about to
connect when all of a sudden, Ashely’s face vanished and George was
standing somewhere else completely different.
George
looked left and then right, but there was no-one around, Ashely
wasn’t there. Suddenly a louder chuckle filled the air, and the
ground shook lightly. A much louder voice filled the air that
belonged to Ashely, “Did you just try to hit me? Oh wooow, well…
I do like when there’s a little fight between them…”
George
felt a drop of sweat pour down his back as he swore he heard Ashely
above him. Looking up, George panicked as in fact an enormous Ashely
was gleaming down at him. “WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW, WHAT, I-”
Ashely’s
smile died a notch. A taunting mocking tone left his mouth, “oooh
no, I’m small… why, what, how….” Ashely shook his head with a
disappointing look, “Always the same reactions. Jeez, and I thought
you were smarter than that.”
George
was flabbergasted at the bland and upsetting tone in Ashely’s
voice. “Same… you mean…”
Ashely
smiled widened into a big grin, “Oh! Oh, I think he’s getting it…
yeeeees, I shrank you.” George was stuttering and pointing at
Ashely but no words left his mouth as he was speechless. Ashely broke
the silence with a sigh, “As much as I would LOOOOVE to play twenty
questions with you, I have another game in mind. So,” Ashely spoke,
already walking away from the room they were in. George had to steady
himself as Ashely walked toward another room. George could only guess
it was Ashely’s bedroom as they entered the slightly messy room.
Ashely brought George toward a computer before being set down. Geroge
was more confused than ever as he watched Ashely turn it on and take
a seat.
“What
are you doing,” George asked, watching Ashely click and type on the
keyboard.
“I
told you…” Ashely remarked not elaborating. George watched a few
links open and an image of a toy action figure pop up. “There…
now, let’s see,” Ashely remarked, rolling a little back in his
chair to get a better look at a very very confused George. “Hmmm,
need to add a little something there…” Ashely snapped and George
suddenly felt something change. “Something like that,” Ashely
mussed. George watched Ashely examine him and get a little closer,
“Maybe…” Another snap and another. “OH MY GOD!” Ashely
squealed like a girl jumping out of the chair, “PERFECT HOLY SHIT
I’M SOOOO GOOOD!”
George
was more shocked than ever as he watched Ashely rejoice at whatever
happened. Looking left and right for maybe a way to escape, George
paused as he looked at the mirror on the wall off to his right side.
George was puzzled as he looked at what could only be called an anime
or video game figurine on Ashely’s desk. George took a step closer
and watched the cute figurine move…
no…
No…
NO….
George
stepped right and then left, and in horror watched the blue hair and
pink dress covered female figurine move with him. That was him! HE
WAS THE TOY FIGURINE!!
“WHAT
DID YOU DO TO ME?!” George screamed at Ashely who was still smiling
like a goofy child.
“I
made you cute,” Ashely announced as a large hand reached for
George. The right index finger brushing at the blue hair causing
George to freak out.
“FUCKING
CHANGE ME BACK! YOU FUCKING-” George was freaking out as he noticed
his chest wasn’t as flat as he recalled. He had breast… he had
fucking breast! HE HAD BOOBS!!!
A
delighted laugh brought George’s anger back to Ashely. “See
that’s where the fun comes in.”
George
was a mess of emotions but he couldn’t help but ask, “Fun? What
fucking fun are you fucking talking about?! What the fuck is this?”
“I
told you I was bored,” Ashely announced, taking a seat and rolling
in closer to George. “So, we're gonna play a game. You like games
right?” Before George could answer, Ashely did it for him. “Doesn’t
matter, you're gonna play anyway.”
George
was about to argue but Ashely ignored him as he went to explain more,
“It’s simple, see my door? It’s still open. All you got to do,
is reach it. Leave my room, you go free. I change you back, no more
tiny you,” Ashely’s index finger poked George in the breast
causing him to hiss at the sudden attack, “No more boobs or being
dressed up. You’re free to go.”
George
glared at him, “What if I say-”
Ashely
cut him off, “Say no?” An almost deranged laugh filled the room
before it slowly died. It was the first time he saw this look on
Ashely’s face. It was one that told him that a fate worse than what
they were about to play for, awaited him. Something so sinister that
George would regret tossing this opportunity out so soon.
“I-I’ll
play,” George announced, watching a smile come back to Ashely’s
face.
“GREAT!”
Ashely excitedly jumped up from his chair. “Let’s get this out of
the way….” Ashely said, pushing his chair into a corner of his
room. “Okay, so when I say go,” Ashely said looking at George,
“You're gonna race for the door.”
George
looked around and found that he was still on the desk. Of course, why
did he think he would be somewhere else? George was already looking
for something to get down with. It wasn’t till he spotted the
computer cable running down to a socket that he had an idea of where
to go. Knowing where he was gonna go first before his attention
turned back to-
“WHAT
THE FUCK!” George blurted out as he was now looking at a very nude
Ashely. He was standing there with nothing but striped socks on,
smiling that usually playful grin butt ass naked.
“What?”
Ashely asked innocently, “it’s part of the game…”
George
let out a protest, “How is that part of-”
“GOOOOOOOO!”
Ashely announced, catching George off guard. The nude giant standing
before him crying out the start of their distraction for a moment.
George
stood there stunned looking at the naked mammoth of a male watching
him closely. It didn’t take long before his hand started to reach
toward his flaccid cock that hung between his legs. A disgusted look
came over George as another man was starting to pleasure themselves
in the same room as him. It took him a few moments to process this
before he ran toward the computer cable.
“Ooo,
already found a way down,” Ashely announced with a ton of pleasure
in his voice leaking from his lips.
George
ignored the freak as he slowly descended down the cable. George could
have descended much faster, but he didn’t want to fall. There
didn’t seem a time limit or anything, so he slowly worked himself
down the cable till he landed on the carpet. It wasn’t till George
turned around that he got a sudden shock. Ashely was kneeling on the
ground right behind him. Spanking his spear like the end of the world
was soon to come. Suddenly a loud cry of alarm came from Ashely as he
jerked himself off to the finale of his pleasure. George had a brief
moment before his hands came up to block the load of cum splashing at
him. Ropes and streams of hot gooey cream came crashing down on him.
The custard of the boy batter blasted on him faster than he could
move as it streamed on him. Hot slimy sludge splash on George’s
body. Soaking his hands and body, layers of sticky semen slathered
him and his unique clothing. George stood still as Ashely panted and
pumped his prick till he sighed and the torrent of freshly fluids
faded.
“Oh,
that was a nice one…” Ashely panted in delight.
“WHAT
THE FUCKING HELL?!” George yelled in anger feeling the hot humid
cum covering him slowly drip down his body. It was like he was in a
splash zone at sea world and he just got drenched.
The
only response he got from Ashely was a light panting and his hands
going back to his drooping dick. “You…” The slow jerking motion
was coming back to life as Ashely played with himself, “Still…
got a …. ways to go…” He grunted as he gave himself a
pleasuring push and pull along his deflating erection. It was an
active attempt for Ashely to try and stay hard.
George
didn’t have time to think it over as he started to run toward the
door along the floor. Each step he took was one that would bring him
closer to a release from this messed up nightmare. George ran as hard
as he could. Left foot, right foot, pushing and kicking off the balls
of his feet to reach that safe haven. He just had to cross the
threshold of Ashle’s room, right? So why was it taking so long??
Why was it so hard to do??
George
felt like he was sprinting faster than he should have been moving,
but looking around, it seemed he only went a third of what he should
have covered. His limbs felt slowed, like he was trying to run
through a pool of water. He was pushing himself, but his body just
seemed so heavy and sluggish. He couldn’t tell what was weighing
him down, but it felt like he had weights tied to his limbs. As
George forced his heavy body to move forward, he couldn’t help but
complain at how limp and weak his body was right now. The sticky
layer of goo that clung to him never seemed to leave him as he
occasionally tried to fling some off his arm. George was out of
breath and stood there panting as a shadow drooped over him.
“You
might want to pick up the pace,” Ashely taunted George as he was
squatting right in front of him. His member stood tall and at
attention as one hand tugged on the flesh pole. “You’re not even
halfway there and…” Ashely closed his eyes and moaned, “About
to fire my second shot.”
“You
fucking sick freak,” George shouted only seeing the enormous male
smile at him wider. Ashely didn’t so much as look hurt, if anything
he looked pleased at the disastrous cries George was letting out.
Seeing that talking wasn’t helping, George took Ashely’s words
and tried to press on, to move toward his goal. One heavy foot lifted
off the ground and mushed forward as George started to head between
Ashely’s parted legs. He didn’t dare look up at the young adult
fapping away above him. Just as George figured he was gonna pass by
Ashely he heard the boy call out from above.
“Look
out beloooooow.” Ashely’s playful voice cheered out through the
silent air as George paused his walking.
It
was the only warning that George got as gallons of hot spunk spewed
down like a bucket being tipped over him. The smelly seed smeared its
way over his head drenching him even more in the sticky viscous goo.
The material clumped and rolled over George and stuck to his outfit
and skin. The heat wasn’t helping his situation as he was already
sweating, trying to walk, now he had a new layer of hot molten man
mucus all over him.
George
opened his mouth to let out a disgusted sound or rude comment, but a
good wave of cream got in the way, making him cough and gag on the
salty sludge. It all felt way too thick to be boy cum, especially
this not being the first load. Gagging and trying to spit the
mouthful out, George fleet his knees buckled and hit the ground. It
took all his might not to fall down as he slowly got up on his feet.
A new wave of weight seemed to be barring down on him. Like a thick
coat of concert covering all his limbs. It was taking all of George’s
effort not to crumple to the floor.
Ashely
sighed, “Wooow, that took more out of me than I thought.” Ashely
stood up and wiped at his forehead as he stood there with his dick
floppy and limp between his legs, a deep breath filling his lungs.
“Gonna need some Gatorade or something to refresh.” Turning
around George could just make out Ashely’s backside as he walked
easily to the doorway ahead of him. Ashely turned around and winked
at George, “I’ll be back in a little while, I wouldn’t stick
around too long if I were you, good luck,” Ashley cheered him on,
almost as if he was rooting for him to succeed. With a happy smile,
Ashley quickly vanished through the doorway and somewhere else in the
dorm room.
Steadying
his breath, George started to move again. His legs were a complete
mess as it took so much effort just to move one limb. What was going
on? George panted, smelling more of the stinky semen around him than
he wanted to smell.
Grabbing
at a mound of semen that clung to George's shoulder, he tried to
remove it only to find it sticking to him and clinging more than it
should. It still felt like a liquid, but it didn’t seem to obey the
laws of physics as it stayed glued to George and whatever he touched
it with, but never dripping off his body. “What the fuck is all
this?!” George shouted and panted realizing nothing was helping
remove it. Worse, it seemed his hands were even heavier now that they
had more of Ashely’s happy juices covering him. It felt like
someone just attached ten more pounds of weights on his arms…
It
slowly clicked, maybe too slow, that whatever Ashely was spewing out
from his cock was covering him in some kind of dense sticky stuff.
Something that wasn’t falling off and was weighing him down. Sure
enough, as George tried to move he found it extremely more difficult
than a few moments ago, right before the last ejaculation that dowsed
him in the gluey goo. The newest fresh layer of spunk, made George
grunt every time he tried to lift a foot or move a limb. He didn’t
know how much longer he would last, especially if Ashely was gonna
return soon after his little juice break. Still George did everything
he could to force his limbs to struggle and shift forward. He focused
on each step, left than his right, bearing the weight of what felt
like over a hundred extra pounds holding him back.
As
messed up as being tiny and dressed up, and the whole situation, the
creepiest thing was how Ashely’s spunk never seemed to dry or fall
off, it just stayed attached or dribbled a little but never left
contact with George's gooey body. As tempting as it was to try and
fling or rip the sludgy slime off himself, he didn’t have the
luxury to waste time. Maybe rolling on the carpet might detach it but
George had a feeling if he laid down right now, he wouldn’t be able
to stand up. He had about a fourth of the distance to go and he
already felt like he had just run around the world with no rest. Each
pant he made filled his lungs with a strong musky scent that followed
and lingered around George that smelled and tasted of Ashely. The
tainted air left from the smelly semen drenching his body and reeked
as it crawled into his lungs. It almost made him want to gag and
throw up, only the exhaustion of his body kept him from puking… or
maybe he had gotten used to the smell of the sour semen. It had been
a while since that nude monster left the room for a break.
The
thought raced through George’s skull as he flung a foot forward and
yanked his body toward the door. After a long while George wondered,
did Ashely forget about him? George couldn’t really tell how long
it had been, but it felt like an hour or so of heavy movement. The
extreme weight holding him back, threw off his sense of time as every
second felt like minutes of effort to just move one leg. George
didn’t hear any sign of Ashely, but he also didn’t attempt to
locate him outside of the room.
George
knew that once Ashely came back to dump another helping of his cursed
cum on him, he probably wouldn’t even be able to move an inch. He
could only hope to make it in time or he was screwed for sure. A few
more extreme and exhausting pushes, and George could see the line
where Ashely’s room ended. The joyous finish line was insightful
and he was making good progress. His momentum helped carry George
closer to his goal of escaping. Again there was no sign of Ashely.
Maybe he got tired and took a nap, or maybe he forgot? George could
only pray that his luck held out as he shoved forward, dragging his
over-weighed body toward the line. Just… a few…. More…. Steps…
George
was literally just five steps away from the borderline. George
grunted, “I!” A heavy right stomp from George dragged him closer.
“CAN!” George nearly screamed. “DO THIS!” George shouted as
he was just a couple of feet from the door. He was gonna make it!
“Look
at you go little guy.” A familiar voice called out in a happy and
patronizing tone.
Ashely’s
startling voice from behind George threw him off balance, causing him
to fall on his side and flop on his tired back. George was looking
behind him and saw a still nude Ashely smirking at him while sitting
in his computer chair. The bottle of refreshment was nearly empty in
his hand as he took another sip, “Ahhh, that sure hit the spot.”
The now empty bottle was quickly tossed into a trash can with a
clatter, before he stood up and casually walked toward George.
“HOW?!”
George panted, trying to move his body. However his momentum was
gone. George was just feeding off his progress, which was now gone
killing any thoughts of success. Any hope he had was killed as he
watched that sassy looking boy sway toward him like a cat causally
approaching a trapped mouse.
“Hmm,”
Ashely smiled, “Oh? How long have I been there,” Ashely asked,
stopping and pointing to the chair. “Like, totally, the whole
time.” George felt his heart shatter as did his will to try and
move. So the whole time, George thought he was winning, that he could
beat Ashely before he got back, or maybe that he had forgotten about
him. Yet he was here the whole time, watching for his enjoyment.
Ashely went on, “You didn’t think I would just miss the show did
you? What kind of fun would that be for me,” Ashely giggled as he
continued to walk toward George. The harsh and almost impossible
distance that George covered, wasn’t even four steps for Ashely to
take. In a matter of moments Ashely was towering over George and
started to squat just above him. “So, how’s it cumming along?”
George could just make out the mischievous grin on Ashely’s face as
he went on. “Well look at you, you’re almost done. So close that
you can almost smell the victory,” Ashely spoke with a delighted
tone. George watched Ashely took a few sniffs before he frowned. “Oh
wait, that's not victory, that’s totally ME you’re smelling,”
Ashely chuckled in joy. George didn’t have the strength to curse
the nude giant leaning over him. “Geez, it’s got to be pretty
hard on you…” Ashely continued his taunting as he slowly showed
off himself in front of George, waving his stiff staff like it was a
baseball bat being swung right before a hitter stepped up to the
plate. “To feel so stiff.” Ashely continued to goad Gorge on as
he left his massive member swaying menacing above him. “Well if you
can’t squeeze out any more effort, I guess it’s about time I
squeezed out my last load. You know, just to finish you off.”
George
felt his emotions explode at the mention of the impending white lava
that would spray on him soon. “Please don’t,” George begged as
he tried to move but found his limbs struggling under the crushing
cum.
“Mmmm,
I don’t know,” Ashely said as he grabbed himself and slowly
pleasured himself. “I’ve been kind of holding back for a while.
Watching you struggle, fighting to win or game. Your desperation and
fear… Kind of rubbing me the right way, if you know what I mean,”
Ahsley winked at George. “In fact, I think this might be the one.
You know, the final climax to this game. The ending to our playtime.”
George
couldn’t stay rational as the enormous hand continued its fapping
and jerking motion, Ashely was gradually speeding up. It was clear he
was gonna coat him in another splash of seeding that would clearly
seal his fate. Unable to move, George felt his voice gurgle past the
layer of cum on his face, “WHY! WHY ME?! WHY THIS?! WHY NOT KYLE OR
SOMEONE ELSE!?! WHY??!!” George screamed as Ashely slowly lowered
the tip of his penis into his face.
Ashely
paused. It was the first time that Ashely looked confused. “Why?”
The stroking stopped and Ashely remained hunched there. Slowly,
Ashely’s demonic grin covered his face, “Because I can. You don’t
get it, I didn’t pick you out for a reason. I just wanted to have
some fun, and THIS is fun. You’re not the only one that gets the
pleasure of being my toy.” Ashely shook his head as he continued to
explain with a sinister smirk, “EVERYONE is my PLAYTHING. It’s
just a matter of when and where…” Ashely went back to pumping his
dick with that smile that made George want to cry out in horror, “And
speaking of, are you ready for a facial of a lifetime? Try not to
move,” Ashely giggled, “Not like you could. Alright so, get
ready. And…” Ashely quickened his jerking as George pleaded and
begged as much as he could, struggling to crawl away only to find his
limbs barely twitched in response. However it only seemed to stroke
Ashely’s libido as his hand was flying up and down his shaft at
mach speeds. The more he panicked and tried to fight his fate, the
quicker his hand moved. The only warning that George got was Ashely
panting and grunting till he shouted the word, “Say
CHEEEEESEEEEEE!”
A
furious torrent of white cum came crashing out of his cock and
collided with George. The hot warm goo enveloped him and encased
George in a cocoon of cock concoction. A smelly scent of semen
slammed into him at scary speeds scorching his sense of smell. The
searing sperm soaked into George's skin as it smothered his body. It
coated and collected around him until George wasn’t sure if he
would even be able to move a finger. The liquid locked him down
harder than a strict quarantine during a global pandemic. George
gagged and gurgled on the copious amount of cum that came from
Ashely’s cock. The abundant amount of fluids flooded George's world
as he was left trapped in the feminine boy’s ball batter. All
George could do was hope he drowned sooner than later, as he lay on
the ground with an amazing amount of Ashely gooey glaze covering him.
“Ooooh
shit that was good,” Ashely spoke chuckling. “Nothing like
busting till your completely empty. Ahhh.” Ashely’s heavenly sigh
reflected the complete opposite of how George was feeling. If Ashely
was relaxed and calm, George was freaking out and in a frenzy. He
couldn’t talk without attempting to drown in the scummy spludge.
George
could just make out Ashely’s hands reaching toward him through the
murky layer of muck on his face. George wanted to protest but he was
stiffer than a board. “Alright… let’s get you ready,” Ashely
happily sang as he reached out for George's unmoving body. As Ashely
picked his stiff body off the ground Ashely frowned through the layer
of slimy stew on George's face. “Need to clean you off…” A
quick flick of his thumb and fingers brushed off a good amount of cum
from George's face. Soon he was able to see again. However Ashely
didn’t stop with his face, as more and more of his body was purged
of the perverted pungent putty. However even with the layers gone,
George couldn’t move in Ashely’s hand. It was like he was stuck
in ice, frozen and stiff. “There! Nice and…” Ashely snorted,
“Well not clean but you get the idea. So, next is the posing.”
Ashely tilted George in his hand as the other hand came toward
George. Ashely’s thumb and finger started to poke and push George's
frozen body around. Bending his limbs, moving his face from a scream
into a smile, one leg bent upward. It took Ashely a few moments but
it wasn’t long before George was now in a position that mirrored
the figurine that was on the computer screen earlier.
George
watched Ashely’s smile explode on his face with delight, “PERFECT!
Not so freaking bad if I say so. Oh, and look at the time, I still
got plenty of it to spare until Frank gets here.” Every muscle
flexed and moved on George's body, but none of it mattered as they
couldn’t move past the unseen force. It was like he was stuck in
time, unable to move. The only thing that let him know he was trying
was the feeling of strain he put on his limbs before they started to
ache. But the layer of what could only be described as hardened cum,
covered George’s body to the point he couldn’t move at all.
Almost as if he was molded in a plastic or glass casing. George could
feel the outline on his skin and body, a layer of hardened film that
encased him in a locked pose that Ashely had chosen not too long ago.
George
let out a muffled cry, “What did you do?!”
Ashely
continued to hold onto George as he stood up still nude from his
freaking fapping fest. Ashely laughed as he carried George toward
what looked like a shoe box, “Is it not obvious yet?” Sure enough
Ashely held George up to a mirror in his room. George looked at an
unrecognizable toy in those hands. George was looking at what could
only be called an exact replica of the toy figurine on the computer
not too long ago. His pose, smile, and clothing all matched that doll
or toy that Ashely had pulled up on his computer. “I turned you
into a toy. See, now I don’t have to buy a gift because YOU are the
gift!” Ashely giggled as he gave George a wink in the mirror.
George
finally put it all together as he was pushed into the shoe box.
Ashely's smile bloomed over his face as he started to slowly close
the lid of the box on George. His panic and pleading words not
swaying Ashely even a little bit. It wasn’t long till George was
locked in a dark chamber and moved somewhere. Things couldn’t have
been worse, but the delighted humming that Ahsley made as he carried
George to wherever they were going only seemed to humiliate him more.
It was clear Ashely didn’t see him as a person anymore. He was
nothing more than a used toy to be given away to someone...
Frank
stepped onto campus not expecting much. His birthday was always the
day before classes started. Still he never let that ruin his day, no
matter how lame it was. Instead he had a nice morning with his family
before heading back to campus. Heading to his dorm, Frank was ready
to game with his chummy roommates with that new fighter game he got
this morning from his parents. Frank slowly opened the dorm door, and
was instantly hit by a splash of confetti and a loud blast of noise
with a shocking surprise.
“HAPPY
BIRTHDAY BITCH!!” a group of voices shouted at Frank who was
stunned with the door opened. All his roommates were here surprising
him on his special day. Decorations covered the living room as Frank
stood there shocked at the response.
“What
the… you guys,” Frank gasped at the look of the balloons in the
dorm room. Streamers and party supplies filled the place as Frank
walked in looking around.
“Yeah
happy birthday,” Phil said, greeting Frank. “Did you think we
forgot?”
Frank
didn’t say anything but he actually did. Walking into the room he
greeted his roomies who stood there looking smug. “What?” Frank
repeated again, still shocked at the sudden surprise.
“Well,”
Phil said looking at the others, “We got you some gifts, and to be
honest I’m sure mine is better than everyone else, I promise,”
Phil nodded at Frank with a sure fire grin.
Ashely
and Fred looked at Phil like he was crazy, as it was clear that his
gift was so grand that they couldn’t compete. Still Frank accepted
Fred and Phil’s gift. Phil’s gift was a brand new controller for
Frank, something that was amazing as he said. It had the new cameo
design and everything, grade A gift for sure. Fred’s gift was a
blunt… which would be something for most people, but Frank wasn’t
much of a smoker. Still he thanked Fred for the thoughts and turned
to a grinning Ashely. “What?” Frank asked, seeing the mischievous
smirk covering his smug looking face.
“You're
gonna love this,” Ashely said, producing a box from behind his
back. It was a basic cardboard shoe box, maybe something someone
would mail to someone through the internet. No stickers or insignia
to give away where it came from.
Frank
did his best not to look underwhelmed at the brown box presented to
him. Right now Phil’s gift most certainly was better than the
others. Grabbing the box from Ashely’s hand, Frank slowly took the
top off of it. Frank’s went wide eyed the moment the cover to the
box was pulled off. Inside was the most magnificent thing he ever
saw. It was the figurine of one of the most popular and famous
characters to his favorite JRPG. She was posing in a very risky
stance, exposing some undergarment that made the figurine all that
harder to come by.
“HOLY
FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK! ASH YOU GOT ME-” Frank felt a squeal
forming. “BRO!” He shouted, hugging his roommate tighter than he
ever had before.
“Ugh,”
Ashely grunted from the tight squeeze.
“What,”
Phil frowned. “What did he get you?”
Frank
pulled back showing the amazingly plastic replica. “Only the
freaking greatest thing to find! Like seriously, how did you get
this?!”
Ashely
grinned like he had just found the cure to cancer, “Oh… I have my
ways. So, did I win?”
Frank
glanced back at the obviously clueless roommates. “Ash, you have no
fucking idea how much this means to me…”
Phil
let out a groan, “BRO I just got you a fucking limited edition
controller. Are you serious?”
Frank
spun on him, “Look at this masterpiece… Do you know how much this
bitch is worth? Like seriously…” Frank let Phil look at the
figurine for a few moments. “I’ll be honest, the controller is
nice but this marvelously made masterpiece…” Frank let out a
squeak as he observed the object, “BEST GIFT, HANDS DOWN!” Frank
shouted, turning on Ashely and went for another hug.
“I
get it,” Ashely spoke trying to dodge the hug but unable to as
Frank grappled him into another embrace. “You like it, geez… stop
spazzing out.”
Frank
pulled back from the hug, “One of the best birthdays ever…”
Frank spoke still giddy at this super rare limited edition figurine
in his possession. “And you guys made a cake?”
Ashely
nodded, “Yup, can’t have a birthday without one.”
Frank
smiled, feeling more love now than in a long while. “Shit…. Okay,
so I was hoping to surprise you all with a new game I bought, but
like this is all too much. Damn,” Frank did his best not to cry in
front of his roommates. “… let me put this away,” Frank said
holding the figurine in the box, “And then we can play some games
and eat cake?”
“FINALLY,”
Ashely said huffing, “I've been dying all week to do some gaming.
You have no idea how bored I got without you all. I call first dibs!”
Frank
reflected the smile of joy on Ashely’s face, “Sure thing. Like I
said give me a moment.” Still thrilled and delighted in his gifts,
one more than the others, Frank headed to his room. Reaching a shelf
that he reserved for his special figurines, he gently pulled out the
one Ashely gave him and set it up near the others. The perfect
craftsmanship showing off how lifelike it was. The winking and posing
was almost like a real person doing it, that was if they were a few
inches tall.
“So
sexy,” Frank muttered looking at the figurine of one of his
favorite video game waifus. He would need to examine her more later,
now was the time to celebrate with his friends. Frank slowly left his
room to help set up the game system to play a few rounds of his new
video game.
Frank
left unaware of the muttering and screaming that came from the newly
collected toy. The newest toy was set next to similar looking
figurines collected over the years. Some of them made similar muffled
sounds that the new toy was making. Each one surprisingly gifted to
Frank from the same roommate as of earlier. Frank never noticed how
easily Ashely had been able to come across such amazingly rare
figurines. It seemed most of Frank’s collection were people begging
to be noticed or released from their hardened stone like prison. The
only company they had was each of their fellow frozen friends. Ones
covered and stuck in Ashely’s happy honey, stuck for however long
it would be.
The
sound of four roommates having fun together, and a video game playing
in the other room filled the dorm-room. George was only left there
calling out for help. Several other figurines were doing the same, as
their calls for help filled the room in a hauntingly ghostly tone.
George finally understood that this was his life. Stuck here on a
shelf with a few others and destined to gather dust over the years as
a simple plastic statue in this college student’s room.
Sadly
George wasn’t prepared to learn that Frank didn’t just collect
figurines as a hobby, it was more of a fetish. Something that George
found out the hard way, as Frank had a certain attraction to George’s
character he was modeled after. George would soon learn later that
Ashely made him into the perfect replica of Frank’s favorite
character. One that got to see a lot of love, from the many times
Frank was backed up or a night before an exam and he needed something
to help release his pent up stress. The only question that kept
coming to George’s mind that drove him to madness was, “Did
Ashely know about this? Did he know what was happening to him?!”
It
was a question that he would never learn the answer to...