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...