Transforming You to Your Wishes 3
by Titan
BACK AT THE NEW NEIGHBOUR'S HOUSE
Todd didn't worry too much about his neighbour and if he'd been seen. He just knew he had to keep reading the story his neighbour had been kind enough to write for him. Well it was unpublished and now it was in Todd's possession.
Besides, the kid had been silly enough to leave the computer on and unsecured. He must have been asking for Jake to have first go at reading it.
Fixing himself a large gin and tonic he sat down at his kitchen table, where he had set up the laptop.
(THE STORY CONTINUES..........)
OLDER SLAVE WANTED by latherboi 23
Todd scrolled down to where he had been up to...
Jake had indeed altered and modified a few slaves in the past but he was ready to go alot further with his newly acquired slave named Brett. As the young man lay drugged before him, he was the perfect blank canvas, Jake thought.
He decided that although he wanted to age the kid he wanted to keep him reasonably fit. It was Brett that gave him the idea. In their frequent on-line chats, Brett had often remarked how he got off on the idea of being forceably aged, while still packing muscle.
Already, Brett was looking alot older than his 25 years. Gradually, his face began to fill out as the IV cocktail of steriods, hormones and testosterone were continually forced into his system. His thin frame was slowly becomming overweight. His belly becomming rounded and jelly-like, his chest slowly developing man boobs. Jake was amazed at the changes in the kid's overall physique. He wondered how far he should go. But he would still ensure that his new slave worked out to some degree. He was more interested in keeping him fit, but much bigger. When he wasn't working on his slave he ensured headphones were installed as subliminal messages were fed to him about his new life, as an aging muscle daddy.
Even though Brett had been all for the transformation in his imaginings and stories, Jake knew this was a much better result in adapting his boy to his new life quicker. There'd be no suspicion from others when they met Brett.
Brett was kept sedated most of the time, so he had little concept of how long he'd been under Jakes care. It had been 4 months to be exact, and Brett was no longer the baby-faced boy Jake had kidnapped.
He now tipped the scales at 350lbs but alot of that was muscle. His muscles had been put through extensive electro-stimulation that Jake had been also using on himself. The muscles could still grow and develop even though the subject was mostly unconscious.
Jake wanted his slave portly but able to carry out all task of a man of 40. He carried a typical beer belly, protruding like a beach ball. His pectorals were massive, the man-boobs large but firm. Thick swirls of hair dyed grey adorned the former smooth chest, helped along by the massive doses of testosterone. The nipples had been modified with injections of a saline and silicone mixture. Now each nipple looked like thick one inch erasers sticking straight out. Both nipples had been pierced with heavy gold rings. This was one of Jake's big fetishes, long, thick man nipples.
Another ring even larger gauge adorned his penis head. No other piercings would be done at this stage as Jake wanted Brett to have a mature, conservative appearance. He would wear conservative three piece suits and smoke a pipe. He might change this latter.
His conditioning had already started with a daily application of a full smoke mask that had strong tobacco smoke fed into it. Brett would soon be craving a pipe. Jake himself didn't smoke any more but he was getting off on creating a totally new person in his slave; one so remotely different to the original Brett he'd met over 4 months ago.
Gradually, Brett came round. His eyes opened and in a voice that even surprised him asked where was he.
"You're at home slave! "
"Home?"
"You had a nasty fall down some stairs, don't you remember?" Jake tried to sound convincing.
The subliminal tapes he had been subjected to over the months had contained information of a fall and some associated amnesia, along with his new life. Now he looked 55 years old. But this was not enough. He was still wanting to age further thanks to some clever brainwashing. He was no longer aware he was a 25 year old. He was 50 in his mind with a master that wanted an even older slave. The original desire to be modified was still there but now he wanted whatever the master wanted, and if that meant even older he was ready to please his master.
And so with some additional modifications to Brett's appearance Jake had been able to increase the look to 65. The ring of hair surrounding the bald head a little longer but now as white as snow. The beard was a full, luxurious van dyke with a thick handlebar moustache. The colour matched his hair, pure white.
The new Brett, had the look and bearing of a mature, well-respected gentleman. Large briar in his mouth, puffing away and wearing a three piece suit and spectacles. But one could not help but notice how youthful he looked, especially when he was naked. There despite the big drooping belly his muscles were obvious. His skin had a few cosmetically enhanced wrinkles but not many. His walk was sure-footed. No walking stick for this man.
Jake had his older daddy slave forever, and Brett was happy with this new lifestyle now unaware how heavily his body had been changed forever.
He was a mature, pipe-smoking, bald bear that was quite okay being a slave to the younger Jake.
Todd stretched out his arms as he finally finished the story he'd been reading on his neigbour's laptop. That was as far as Justin had written. It appeared to be the end. Todd smiled to himself as he realised that Justin was writting himself into the story. He was Brett! He had to be.
Todd started to get excited. Was it possible to recreate this work of fiction in real life? Todd wasn't in need of a slave, he'd never been into that before but he sure was into make-overs. Well so far at his Barbershop they'd been very basic. A short miliary cut here a mohawke there. But here was someone into writting about body modification. Pretty extreme ones. Justin's stories all followed the same theme. Todd knew he could take this further. It was time to make Justin's imaginings come true! For better or worse.
Todd had more than enjoyed Justin's story. The story had given him a permanent hard-on. His neigbour had a great, descriptive style. Maybe not the best story-telling but this was the sort of story that Todd liked reading. Now his mind was racing.
He knew he had to have some fun with Justin but where to start. Suddenly an idea came to him. He started to compose a letter.He wasn't sure it would work but it was worth a try.
THE FOLLOWING DAY
Justin's eyes widened as he re-read the letter.
"If you want your laptop returned please go to the following address: Crosley Park 106 East 49th Street, at 4pm tomorrow. (the red park bench) I know all about your story telling so I wouldn't go to the police. In fact, I'm a big fan."
He'd just emptied his letterbox and was surprised to get this handwritten note. His heart was racing. He knew he couldn't go to the police, his hard-drive had some pretty full-on porn on it. So who was it that knew about him and how safe was it to go to this address? He had to go. At least to get his computer back. Too many of his stories were on it.
CROSLEY PARK
Justin arrived early. He wanted to look the park over first. He had to admit this was making him excited. It was almost like something he'd like to use in a new story. The park was deserted except for a young guy excercising his dog. Justin wondered where he should wait? There was only one red bench seat as the park wasn't very big. In fact, Justin had trouble finding this park. It was in a run-down part of town, he was only too glad he didn't have to be here in the dark.
By 4.30 pm, Justin was getting worried. No sign of the mystery thief or his Laptop, it looked like he was being led up the proverbial garden path. He went home annoyed and frightened. Who was it that knew all about his fetishes?
As he came up to his front door it was starting to get dark. 'What the.........?' Justin said out loud. There sitting on the front door mat was his Toshiba Laptop. He unlocked the door quickly while checking the street. He dashed inside with the missing computer, his heart racing.
Who was trying to scare him like this? His mind started to race. He checked all his foders to see if his stories were still there. Everything seem to be in order. Relieved, he went to his email. Again shock filled Justin. A new message in his inbox was addressed to 'latherboi23'. This was his regular email address. So he knew it was from whoever had stolen his laptop. As he read the email, his horror was replaced by horny fear, if there is such a thing.
Dear Justin or is it Brett.
I loved your story so much that I'm permanently hard. I am a big fan of all your stories but I think this latest one should remain unpublished.
You see, I think this is far from fiction. I think this is what you crave. You and Brett are the same person. Surely you can see that. You are both into extreme body modifications. Nothing simple or cosmetic. I can make those dreams come true. I can help you realise your darkest desires.
Don't be scared of me. I like you have the same desires. Together we could re-create each other.
I know you want a new life.....I could give you that life.Please say your interested by emailing me.
Your Fan Always.
T
As Justin finished the email he found his own dick rock solid. He should be angry or scared but the truth was he was mesmerised.
This guy seemed to be right on the money. His story was written following much of his own life and desires. Should he even consider replying?
What were the implications? Surely it was dangerous? Although this T person knew where he lived, and alot about him.
He started to type on the keyboard.
T
I'm interested.
Justin sent his reply. He had to, he was too curious not to. Even though he knew it was probably dangerous.Something about all this was making him feel very alive, more than at any point he could remember.
Todd smiled as he saw the incomming message. It didn't take Justin long to decide he thought to himself.
He wasn't even sure the direct approach would work. He thought he might have to resort to blackmail but no; the kid was hooked.
Todd replied to Justin.
Justin,
Come to the Barbershop on Malbec Street, tommorrow at 5.30pm. I have much to talk to you about.
T
MALBEC STREET, 5.25pm
Justin couldn't believe he was outside the Barbershop on Malbec. Well, across the road from it . He'd been watching the shop for the past 15 minutes. What he next saw floored him. It was before closing time and the man that was obviously the barber came to the entrance to take a advertising board back inside.
It was Todd! His neighbour. What the hell! There he was, head shinning in the sun.
Of course! Who else had found out about his stories. The neighbours house did look down on Justins backyard. Then he remembered seeing the curtains move and his neigbours face in the window.
Justin knew he couldn't follow up now, he had to go home and plan what he was going to do next! He was too confused, too angry.
So his neighbour was a Barber! Justin's cock started to harden again.
JUSTIN'S HOUSE, that evening.
Shit! That was all he needed. The front door bell sounded. Wondering if he should answer it, he was surprised to see it was Mr Cousins, the nosey, old neighbour from number 23. He could see him through the spy hole. Opening the door he thought he'd be able to get rid of him quick.
As he opened the door, Mr Cousins apologised for the interruption. Before he could respond, Justin felt a cold spray on his face. Suddenly he blacked out!