A Warlock on Santa Monica Blvd. 2
by Wordshop
"Well Buddy, you can wake up now. . . ."�� "You feel nice and rested don't you?"
"Yeah. . . .I. . .I. . .guess so."
"Buddy, I think we can get you out of the car now, what do you think?"
"I, I think that might be a great idea."�� "I, I'm getting sorta hungry, can you get me something to eat?"
"Yeah Buddy, I think we can arrange that."
"Do you remember where we met Buddy?"
"We met in the Bar down by the Bookstore on Santa Monica Boulevard."
"Are you ready to get out of the car?"
"Yeah, but my legs feel kind of rubbery."
"That was because you were asleep in the car for a very long time Buddy."
"It was really nice running up and down the beach in the moonlight."
"Yes it was Buddy, I am really glad you enjoyed it."
It was amazing how easy it was to reprogram memories.� Buddy was one he probably would not forget.� The mind probes had proven that it was the girlfriend who had done the damage to the John up on Sunset.�� After all, the only fingerprints on the car and on the man's wallet and possessions belonged to her.
He was not comfortable with doing things this way, but, simply shipping Buddy into a bad spot when he had simply been witness to something and implicated by another when both were high was not going to serve any good either way.
The young man walked around and opened the door of the Cordoba.� He extended his hand to Buddy.� Buddy took his hand and his legs really were rubbery and to him they felt so very tired.�� It must have been all that running he had done in the moonlight with this handsome fellow in the nude when they were on the beach.� What a great memory.�� The girlfriend of only hours ago was now forgotten.�� In Buddy's mind, he had been in a gay bar on Santa Monica Blvd trying to find sex for the evening.�� Memories of one life gone, memories of a new life (all fictional) had slowly taken their place.
As Buddy stood up the young man realized that he was not as tall as he had originally thought.� In a way that was a good thing.� He was most turned on by guys his own height or smaller.���
�By the time Buddy left on Sunday Night for his new home in South America, he would not be recognizable to anyone who had known him.� The young man was going to transform Buddy into one of his sex fantasies.� Buddy was going to enjoy this ride unlike anything he had ever experienced.�� The transformation that the young man was going to do was going to be the most erotic experience that Buddy would ever have.�
When he arrived in South America and began to work in a very special place, Buddy's memories of the young man would slowly fade but there would always be a great feeling for that young man he met at that Bar in West Hollywood.� He only wished that he could remember what he looked like.
The young man had to do it this way.� At this time in his life he wanted sex with no real attachments.�� He knew he wanted to fall in love eventually, but it definitely was not going to be with Buddy.�
He knew that he needed to find another with the same background in the arts he had to have a relationship.� He knew he wanted absolute truth.
He returned to his thoughts and the things at hand. . . .
"Boy Buddy, that dick of yours is sure hard isn't it?"
"Yeah, I am so fuckin' horny, I really need to get fucked!"
"Buddy, would you push the number 2 on the elevator please."
"It would be my pleasure."
"Let's go to the kitchen and get you some food, shall we!"
"That sounds great!"
"We need to feed that growing body of yours."
"Yeah, growing body."
"How about a Bison Steak, vegetables,� and a high protein shake?"
"I don't know why, but that sounds really great to me!"
"I thought that it would."� "We need to nuke all those little ol' hormone levels to help you grow, and we need to feed that "super butch" body your growing."
"Sounds great to me!"
"You're really hungry aren't you Buddy?"
"Yeah, I don't know why, but I seem to be getting more and more hungry!"�
"Remember the protein shakes and all those vitamins to grow on Buddy!"
"Yeah, these are really great, they taste so awesome!"
"Buddy, would you like to have a really huge dick?"
"You bet I would!"
"How about really huge muscles?"
"Fuck!� That would be hot!"
"What about hair on your chest, face and body?"
"That would be so cool, I never had any to speak of it would be really cool of I could get hairy!"� "I fuckin' love hairy men!"
The young man enjoyed the banter.� The fun thing was that there were no questions as to how something was going to happen, there were no doubts, only pure erotic energy with an imagination beginning to kick in at the possibilities.
When one had the power to alter the physical, the mental, and the molecular structure of something it was fun.�� The powers did in fact have limitations and as long as he used them for good, he would have no worries.� When Buddy reached South America, he would have a very good and very pampered life.� He not only wouldn't be hurt, he may be a sort of prisoner, but he wouldn't have time to notice it.� He would be so very occupied in pleasure that his captivity for the few years he would be there would be nothing.�
As the banter between them continued, within Buddy, changes were taking place and the rate at which they were taking place was accelerating.� Cell division was increasing, hormone levels were increasing, hair follicles were appearing in cellular form where none had existed previously.�� Metabolic rates were being altered, by the time afternoon of the second day came along the changes would start to become visible.� The rate of cellular alteration and division would continue to increase until the changes were complete.
It would not be long and the sun would be rising.�� The young man was going to help Buddy get some rest for at least a few hours.� His body would need the rest
in order to build cell structure more quickly.� Rest now would accelerate the process even more later.
"Buddy, we are going to have a great deal of fun a little later."� "You need to get some sleep, you've had a stressful night and we have the whole weekend to play."�
"Yes, I am feeling very sleepy, maybe it was all of that great food!"� "That protein shake you made tasted incredible, I hope I can have more of those while I am here."
"I think that more of those shakes are going to be part of the menu."�
"Let me take you up to your guest room."
"May I sleep with you?"
"Yes, you may if you would like to Buddy"
" I want you to cuddle with me, and I would like to think you might want to cuddle with me."
"I would be very nice Buddy, I think that you should probably take your clothes off and take a shower before we go to bed, would you like me to get in the shower with you?"
"Ye�Yes, That would be really nice."� "I am still horny and I would really like to fall asleep all squeaky clean and I would like to rub and touch your body before we go to sleep."
"That would be nice Buddy, I know I would enjoy that."
Buddy slowly as if in a daze removed his clothing and for a few seconds stood stark naked in front of the man who was going to change his life.�� The young man had not really forced Buddy to do anything he was not willing to do, that was against the rules of the arts he practiced.� What the young man had done was simply to erase and substitute a few memories, and he had slowed Buddy's thinking down to prevent any type of panic or fear on Buddy's part.� Mind probes proved that Buddy was indeed relaxed and comfortable.�� His cock was still rock hard and throbbing.� The young man had expected more genital enlargement by this time, but, he knew that the method he was using was the best one.� Instant anything had potential to create permanent mental damage to Buddy, and this way the thoughts would transform with the size of his cock and balls, he would know it was growing for certain, but by the time things really started cooking tomorrow afternoon Buddy would embrace the changes, become aroused at them and embrace them.��� One of the last things that the young man did was to allow the erection to slowly wilt and increase blood flow to the tissues for growth and repair.� As Buddy felt the erection wilt, he looked back to the young man and rubbed his cock.� Even though the stretching had been minor to this point, Buddy could feel additional size and he hugged the young man to him and then fell immediately asleep.� Within a few minutes, the young man felt his bed partner transition into deep sleep.� The young man knew well that Buddy would not awaken until he himself did the next morning.�
To be continued?