Darian

Darian followed the complex moves to the best of his ability. The strange finger manipulations and gestures, combined with the nonsensical words, demanded his entire attention. He was determined that this time he wouldn't fail.

For three months, Darian had been trying to cast this spell. Each and every time, his fingers would twitch at the wrong place, or he would mispronounce a word, and the spell would fail. It wasn't as though Lucas wouldn't understand, he would. That was part of the problem.

Lucas was too patient. Every time his apprentice would fumble a spell, or fail to complete a task, the aging wizard would simply pat him on the back and encourage him to try again in a day or two. Although he knew Lucas didn't see him as a failure, Darian still felt he was letting his master down.

Jason didn't help matters either. Jason was Lucas' other apprentice. Jason was the gifted one - in more than one way.

Darian was fairly short, blonde hair, blue eyes, a nicely toned body - in short, a nice guy. If he went about the town by himself, he would attract the occasional stare, from girls and guys. If he went anywhere with Jason, he might as well not exist.

Towering over his fellow apprentice, Jason had short dark hair, and the body of an athlete. No matter where they went, Jason drew people's eyes, and he knew it.

It wasn't only in the looks department that Jason overshadowed Darian though. When it came to Magic, Jason made it look all too easy. If a spell took Darian a month to learn, Jason learnt it in 3 weeks. If Darian needed to study an artifact for a week before he could divine what powers it held, Jason could tell within 3 days.

Darian had been apprenticed to Lucas for over 2 years. Jason had been there for only 18 months, and yet he was already 6 months further along in his studies.

In summary, Darian hated Jason with a poisonous passion. The hate started off as a small thing, but like all such emotions when they are given no release, they ate away in side of him, until it almost consumed him.

So it was that Darian started to research spells that were forbidden to him. Lucas had set clear parameters on both his apprentices. There were certain books in the library that they were not to touch until they were told. Some of the spells inside were too powerful for their fledgling careers and could do untold damage to them if they attempted them too soon.

For 2 years, Darian had been content to live with that rule. He had seen old Cran's apprentice after he had attempted a spell beyond his abilities. The young man had had his brain fried by the magical energies. Now he sat outside his mother's house, drooling, from dusk to dawn.

For 2 years, Darian had been content. But then Jason passed onto the next level, and everything changed. The apprenticeship to a wizard was broken into ten different levels. After 2 years of study, Darian was at level 4, a respectable level of power that already set him far above the common citizenry. Jason had reached level 4 after only 12 months. Although it had grated, Darian could have lived with that, but when Jason reached level 5 within another 3 months, and now, 3 months later, had reached level 6, something snapped.

Late at night, when both Lucas and Jason were asleep, Darian would sneak back into the library, and pull down the books that he had been forbidden to touch. For two weeks, Darian had been searching for just the right spell, and last night he had found it.

Today, it was all he could do to keep his mind on what he was supposed to be doing - casting a spell to create an eternally burning flame. Just when Darian finally thought he had gotten the spell right, he stumbled over a word and the magical energies he had been gathering dissipated into the chamber. Cursing silently under his breath, he tried to ignore the slight look of contempt from Jason, sitting across the other side of the chamber, reading.

After another 2 failures, Darian finally managed to cast the spell. He should have been elated, instead - he was depressed. As with all the other spells he had learnt, once he had successfully cast it, the spell was indelibly imprinted onto his mind, so that he could always remember it with ease. Looking back over it now, it was painfully obvious where he had been going wrong - how could he be so blind not to see it before?

Lucas called the two apprentices to supper then, which Darian managed to choke down, trying to ignore the words of praise from his master for his accomplishment - he felt like a traitor - Lucas really was happy for him, he wasn't just pretending.

Finally Darian was able to escape to his room.

Pulling the dusty tome out from under his mattress, Darian set himself to studying his spell, the spell that would change things around this place.

Three nights later, Darian was ready to cast the spell. He couldn't understand it. Compared to the eternal flame spell, this once was simplicity itself. He had already cast it once - on a stray cat - and it had worked perfectly. So why was it forbidden? Maybe it was the effect that was forbidden - it wasn't a particularly friendly spell, after all.

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Darian waited until Lucas retired for the night and Jason was alone in the study. The other apprentice was deeply engrossed in a thick tomb, with his back to the door. Keeping as quiet as possible, Darian closed the door and started to cast the spell. At the sound of his voice, Jason's head jerked up. The strange syllables could be nothing other than a spell.

As Darian tried to hurry through the spell, Jason turned and looked at him. For a moment, Darian almost lost the thread of the spell at the expression on Jason's face. There was no other word for it than smug. Oh well, that would soon change.

As the last words slipped off his tongue, Darian released the spell towards his fellow apprentice. He quickly engaged his magical Sight, to watch as the spell enveloped Jason. Like a cloud of blue smoke, it swirled around the dark-haired apprentice, tightening its' hold.

Why was he still smiling so smugly?

Just before the cloud enveloped Jason entirely, there was a flare of green, and the cloud stopped - an inch from Jason's body. Darian froze.

"Really Darian, I expected more from you," Jason drawled as he lazily stood up. The green shield and blue cloud moved with him. "It's a pity you're so far behind me in your studies, otherwise you'd know that I'm far beyond any spell you can cast." As he spoke, he examined the cloud around him, using his own Sight to unravel its' purpose. His eyebrows rose in mild surprise. "A forbidden spell! Darian, I am impressed! Quite frankly I didn't think you had it in you."

Darian was trying to back towards the door, he knew he was in trouble now from the glint in Jason's eyes. "You know, this spell would be much better if you added this to it," his hands moved in a rapid pattern and he whispered words of power. The blue fog gained a red tint and started to boil a little bit more. "And I think that this spell would suit you much more than it would me."

Darian turned and ran for the door, but the cloud was faster. In a blink of an eye, it detached itself from Jason and enveloped Darian. Without a shield of his own, the fog quickly penetrated the apprentices' body, invading every pore, every cell.

Darian tried to scream, but the pain was too intense. Everything about him started to spin as he collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony. Then everything went black.

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When the fog of pain finally lifted enough to allow Darian to regain consciousness, he knew he was in trouble. Right in front of his face was a silver stick pin, the same sort he wore in his lapel to show his apprenticeship to Lucas. The only problem was, the stick pin he wore was about two inches long, the stick pin in front of him now was about two feet long!

As he scrambled to his feet, he took in his surroundings, he was on Jason's desk, and only six inches tall. Damn! The spell had worked after all, only it had affected him, not Jason.

A door slammed behind him and he whirled around to see Jason leaning against the door. He was wearing a pair of tight, dark green hose; knee high, brown leather boots; and a loose fitting green shirt. Oh, and a grin from ear to ear.

"You know, that wasn't a particularly nice spell you tried to cast on me Darian. Who knows what might have happened to me if I had been shrunk to such a tiny size. Why, I could have been eaten by a stray dog, or crushed under a wagon wheel. Why, some unscrupulous person could have even captured me and used me as their own little sex slave." Darian blushed bright red at that last comment. That was exactly what he had had planed for Jason.

"Oh, you might be wondering what other little touch I added to the spell," Jason drawled as he started moving towards the desk. "Actually, even you know the spell." There was contempt in his voice now. "It’s called Maleability." Before Darian could move, Jason clenched his fist and raised it over his head. The massive hand flew downwards, directly at the little man. It hit Darian with bone-breaking force.

There was a loud 'splat', and Jason removed his hand.

Where Darian had been, there was now a vaguely human shape with a fist print in it, flattened on the desktop. A horrified look could barely be made out on what Jason thought was the face.

"You remember the spell, don't you Darian? Oh I forgot! I've also erased your memory of all your spells! I'd better fill you in then."
"The spell I cast on you has changed your genetic make-up. Your body is like so much silly-putty." Even as he spoke, the squashed 'thing' was starting to revert to its' normal shape. "I can mould you into any shape I want, do anything I want, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Darian had almost regained his normal shape now. Jason stared at him until he was human again. As Darian stumbled to his feet again, numb with shock, Jason grabbed him in his fist, lifting him up.

At least there was no pain, thought Darian.

When Jason tightened his grip, Darian's body conformed to the inside of the fist, his flesh squeezed between the thick fingers.

When Jason opened his hand, Darian thought he was about to die - again. The drop to the floor was about 30 or 40 feet. At the very least, both his legs would be broken. Instead, he hit with a wet "splat" noise, his feet and legs compressing under him. Jason laughed at the sound he made, and laughed even harder at the sight of the rubber man between his massive feet.

After about thirty seconds, Darian regained his normal shape and stumbled to his feet - just in time to look up and see the leather sole of Jason's boot descending.

As Jason ground his boot into the floor, he could feel the rubbery form that was his fellow apprentice oozing beneath his sole. It was like standing on slime.

When he lifted his foot at last, it was to see a parody of Darian, all squashed out flat, four times his new size. As he watched the ooze slowly pull itself together, Jason pulled off his boots and socks.

Helpless to prevent what he could see coming, Darian closed his eyes as Jason stepped on him again, this time in bare feet. He thought he should feel pain, but he didn't. All he felt was a nauseating sense of "wrongness". The human mind and body weren't designed to deal with such radical changes in their shape or function, yet magic was making it possible.

Darian winced as his head oozed up between two of Jason's toes. Jason laughed at him again as he saw the comic look on the little blob's face, then ground it under his big toe. He rubbed his entire, sweaty, smelly foot over the little man. As he lifted his foot, there was a sucking noise as Darian adhered to the foot, and peeled away from the ground.

Jason shook him free like a piece of mud.

By the time that Jason had put his boots back on, Darian had regained his normal, humanoid shape. Before he could make even an attempt at escape though, Jason had wrapped his thick fingers about his body again.

Jason held the little man up to his face and grinned at him, "So, how are you liking your new life as my plaything?" he squeezed Darian as he spoke, so there was no chance of a reply, "Oh, didn't I mention - the spells are both permanent. I guess Lucas will just have to find a new apprentice, won't he?" Again came the squeeze, "What's that you say? Lucas will look for you! He might even cast a divining to find out where you went!" Jason shook his head, all mock sincerity. "Sorry dude! I've already thought of all that. You see, that's why Magic is so damned great! Sometime tomorrow morning, an illusion of you will give a letter to our esteemed master, detailing why you are resigning your apprenticeship and going back to your parents farm. Lucas knows how unhappy you've been lately, so he won't even think twice about it. You know he's always told us that we're free to go any time we want."

At each new comment, Darian's hopes had sunk lower. Everything his hated captor had said was true. Now his mind started to fill up with images of what Jason would do with him.

Jason had continued to talk for another few minutes, but Darian had stopped listening long ago, so dejected was he. He didn't start paying attention until Jason moved his hand again.

Before Darian could even register that he was moving closer to the mouth, he was inside it. He made a pretty full mouthful, but Jason crammed him in. Then he started chewing. Darian's head was mashed between two cruel molars, again and again, his whole body pushed about the mouth and chewed on. At one stage, Jason tried to blow a bubble, but the stuff that Darian was made of was too thick for that.

Darian could feel Jason's saliva all over and even in his body, in ways that he couldn’t begin to describe. His body was crushed and pounded into all sorts of shapes, until, at last, Jason's jaw began to ache too much from chewing, that he spat Darian out onto the floor.

This time it took much longer before Darian could regain his normal shape. When he did, he was still all wet, and found that he was lying in the middle of Jason's bedroom floor. Jason must have walked upstairs as he had chewed on him.

Jason seemed to delight in allowing Darian to regain his shape before inflicting more punishment, since no sooner had he done so, he was grabbed again. But he didn't stay in Jason's hand for long. With shocking speed, he was hurtled across the room to hit the far wall with a wet "splotch". Just like a thrown, rotten piece of fruit will, Darian flattened out on impact, then peeled off slowly before dropping to the desktop below.

Jason was already sitting down when Darian hit the desk. As Jason read a book, looking for something, he repeatedly squeezed Darian like a stress ball. Finally he seemed to find what he was looking for and slammed the book shut.

Leaving Darian on the desk, Jason quickly went through the motions of casting a spell. When he finished, he gave another quick, smug look at Darian. "I know you're burning with curiosity to find out what extra spell I've added to increase your fun, so I'll tell you. It's a 'Slow' spell. Which means that you won’t be quite so quick to revert back to your normal self from now on. Of course, this one is only temporary, but it should last long enough for what I have in mind.

So saying, Jason quickly shed himself of his clothes. His athletes body made Darian want to rant and rave. How could one guy have everything? Good looks, a great body, intelligence, and a flair for magic!

The six and a half foot frame was almost totally free of fat. Lean, taught muscles dully reflected the light as he moved. And where did a magicians apprentice find the time to sunbake? Obviously Jason found the time - his body was a warm, tanned brown that spoke of hours on the beach.

Darian's view of Jason's body was suddenly cut off as Jason lifted a heavy book above him and slammed it down.

When the book was lifted, the round, flat shape on the desk, with a man's face in the middle, showed no immediate signs of reverting back to it's normal man shape.

As the giant peeled Darian from the desk, he noticed for the first time that Jason was sporting an enormous hard-on - another reason to hate him then. Darian tried to scream as he saw the direction in which he was headed, but he no longer had lungs or vocal cords that worked.

Jason draped the rubber man over the tip of his dick and started molding it to its shape. In moments, Darian had become a living condom for this sadistic giant.

When Jason let go, Darian retained the shape, closely hugging the throbbing member.

Then the jack-off session began. Because of the material he was now made of, and the way that he had been wrapped around the huge dick, this quickly became the most erotic moment in Darian's life, despite what he wanted.

One side of his body was in constant contact with the hot dick, it's heat passing into him, the other half was being stroked by a powerful hand.

As the giant got into his rhythm, Darian felt himself building to a peak of his own. When the precum had started oozing out of the end of the dick, right into Darian's face, it worked its way around the entire cock head, increasing the pleasure for both man and condom. When the first signs of the impending explosion were felt, Darian's whole body felt it. He felt the cock expand even more, pressing even tighter against him, then the fluid rocketed the length of the penis and out the end. The force of the blow caused Darian's face to blow outward, catching every drop as blast after blast shot out.

Finally, spent, Jason let go of his dick and collapsed backwards onto the bed. Carelessly pulling the used condom off his dick, he tossed Darian into a waste paper basket and allowed the lure of sleep to pull him into oblivion.

After all, it would be hours yet before Darian had regained his normal shape.

And then the real fun would begin…

If Darian had thought that being made into a living condom was the worst of what was to come, he was sadly mistaken. He had slowly regain his human form at the bottom of the waste paper bin, Jason's cum drying and hardening on him. He used a spare piece of paper to try and scrape as much of it off as possible.

There was no way out of the bin, the sides were too high and the walls too slick. So instead, he made a rude bed out of paper and curled himself up and went to sleep.

Only to be woken by the shaking of his prison and the crushing grip of Jason's huge fist. "I've gotta go out for a while, and I can't risk leaving you here, so you're coming with me." Darian saw that Jason was already dressed, except for his boots. His fear about what was about to happen came true moments later.

Without saying a word, Jason dropped Darian into his right boot, then pushed his foot in after him. As the foot squeezed its' way in, Darian was forced to become an inner sole. His body was flattened and stretched out the length of Jason's huge foot. His head was under the ball of the foot, while his feet were ground under the rough heel.

Then Jason began to walk and Darian conformed even more to the shape of the giants sole.

For about an hour, Jason walked around with Darian squishing between his toes. Every so often, he would stop, and press down harder with his foot, mashing Darian underneath it. By now, Darian's head had worked its way further down the foot and was under the toes. His face kept oozing up between the gaps, cleaning them out in the process.

Finally, Jason completed his shopping and returned to the tower. He removed his foot from his boot, his new inner sole sticking to it. He gripped a tiny deformed foot in one hand and peeled the former apprentice off.

Seeing the little bits of dirt and grime that had stuck to Darian, Jason sneered. He was tempted just to dispose of the little man, but the thought of the other things he could do with him stayed his hand. Jason rinsed Darian off under a tap, then dried him with a towel. All the time he was doing this, he was squeezing and moulding Darian, not letting him regain his normal shape. Finally, he returned to the bedroom and began stripping off.

When he was naked again, Jason grabbed Darian off the bed and started shaping him with his hands. When he had the desired effect, he quickly cast the 'slow' spell again.

Jason didn't bother explaining what he was going to do with his sex toy, he simply did it.

Holding his buttocks apart with one hand, he bent over, to let his arse opened up more. He held the human dildo in front of it for a moment, letting Darian see what was about to happen. Then with one swift motion, he shoved the pointy end of Darian inside him. There was a little bit of resistance at first, as Darian's face was pressed against the puckered muscle, but eventually, Jason managed to shove Darian all the way in. He left only a small piece of Darian outside, what was once feet, so that he could use it to pull him out later.

Grinning at the humiliation that Darian would be feeling, Jason squeezed his cheeks together. He could feed Darian's shape adjust inside him, conforming to his innards.

Inside the dark, humid, tight arse, Darian fumed at the humiliation he was being forced to experience. It was hot inside Jason. Hot and wet. His mind shied away from the thought of what the wet stuff was. At first Darian thought he would suffocate, but some property of the magic made breathing unnecessary.

He couldn't see, it was too dark; he couldn't taste, he no longer had an opening for a mouth; he couldn't breathe, he had no nose, and no need to inhale. Which meant that his remaining two senses started to compensate, and become more sensitive.

Darian was aware of every contraction or movement of muscle that Jason made. Each movement slightly redefining his shape. The noises were the worst though. Darian was shocked at how much noise surrounded him. Not just the usual, expected stuff, like bowel movements. But things that he never thought he could hear. Maybe it was his imagination, maybe it was a combination of feeling and hearing, but Darian was sure that he could hear the muscles moving. Hear the sounds as they contracted and expanded, rubbing over cartilage and bone.

Jason pulled his underwear on, then the rest of his clothes. Then the apprentice went downstairs, reported to Lucas for his daily duties, and went on with his life.

For the rest of the day, Darian was forced to endure his new prison. He was aware of when Jason was walking, when he was standing still, and especially when Jason was sitting.

Occasionally Jason would fart. The vibrations reverberated throughout Darian's body, sending waves of humiliation washing over him.

And all the time, Darian was subjected to the continual onslaught of heightened touch and hearing. The farting was far and away the worst. Darian could feel it building up, long before the event. Tiny pockets of air would form around him and the rectal muscles would move around him. Then they would tighten, squeezing him and the bubbles would run together.

As they squeezed past him, and out the hole, they caused the muscles to vibrate. Darian wished he could follow them out.

This was to become the pattern of life for Darian. During the day he would become a butt plug or inner sole for his master. At night, he would usually become a condom again for a while. While Jason was sleeping, he would use Darian as a bookmark in his heavy magic tome.

Once, Jason used him as a condom when he had sex with another man. Jason didn't tell the other man about Darian. He just used him. The worst of the experiences were combined in that exercise. Darian was stretched out till he was paper thin, then stretched over the massive penis. When he was then inserted into the arse of the other giant, Darian found the dual feelings almost unbearable. He was in contact with human flesh on all sides of his body. In the end, Darian passed out from emotional overload. The feelings were just too intense.

That was a one and only experience though. Jason had been too self-conscious throughout the whole thing to properly enjoy the sex, and too terrified that his partner would see what he was using.

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Only rarely was Darian ever allowed to regain his normal shape, and he soon began to forget that he had ever been anything other than a plaything for Jason. His life revolved around the various orifices of Jason's body, and it became the only way he could tell day from night.

All in all, it wasn't a bad life. He was warm, Jason normally remembered to feed him, he had no stress or anxiety. But more than any of that, he had no say in the matter.

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