Changer

Changer Chapter 1

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My mind would tell of bodies changed to forms new and strange.

--Ovid

VANO'S WONDROUS ANTIQUES JEWELRY AND ODDMENTS. Jackson's thick lips sucked on the straw of his coke, staring at the wooden sign hanging above a wooden door along the back of the movie theater. He hadn't noticed the strange store when he parked there, although the entrance was just in front of his car.

Must've been too busy thinking about Becky's tits. Fucking bitch.

Jackson usually had no trouble sealing the deal, at least until the girl got to know him. He had a pretty boy face, curly dark brown hair with expressive eyebrows, and cute cheeks that highlighted the thing girls loved the most about him: his lips. They could almost be called plump, but that doesn't quite capture it, Jackson's lips were...substantive. Whether he was pouting or grinning or scowling, Jackson's mouth could transform his face, and when Jackson wanted to kiss a girl or go down on her one sultry bite of his lower lip was usually all he needed.

But if Jackson was willing to use his pretty boy face, he was proud of his manly body. He was a wide receiver for the college football team, and, as his bros often said when they compared gains, Jackson was "fit af." His body was ripped with a clearly defined six pack and impressive pecs lightly dusted with fine brown hair, yet he was still limber and quick. Of course, some may think this was in part compensation for a rather unimpressive 4" penis.

Stupid whore. It's not my fault she wanted a horror movie and then gets upset when I laugh at it. That's the whole point, they're so over the top you're not supposed to take them serious.

Becky had been a little put off by Jackson cackling at the graphic dismemberment of college students, but mostly she was skeeved that he spent most of the movie trying to feel up her skirt. Jackson figured she was being playful, a little hard to get. At least until he nearly fell on his face in the parking lot, leaning into a kiss she leaned right the fuck out of.

Jackson tossed his soda on the ground and hopped in his car, checking his phone again.

Fuck.

The closest thing he had to a reliable fuck buddy left him on read 10 minutes ago, which meant she wasn't interested. He figured he could probably find some action on tinder, but that would require pretending Jackson gave a shit about what women had to say. In Jackson's mind he had played enough of a feminist for one night.

And even if I did get some action that fag Merlin would just whine about being sexiled.

Jackson put the key in the ignition, preparing to head back to his dorm with blue balls. But the sign caught his eye again. It didn't seem like the kind of place that'd be open at 9pm on a Saturday, and back of the movie theater was hardly prime real estate.

Maybe it's a sex shop. Sex toys count as odd, right? Could get some old porno mags to pin up on the wall, Merlin would hate that haha. Besides, I could use a new grinder, sex shops always got some weed stuff.

Jackson got back out of the car and entered the store to a soft chime. He didn't know what he'd expected when he walked in, but it wasn't what he found.

Guess "oddments" means every fucking thing you could think of.

The cinema must have given the store a whole theater, the ceiling was two stories high and rows of racks were filled up to the top. There were board games and nicknacks, clothes and costumes and jewelry and antiques. If Jackson were a curious person he might have been amazed at the variety of merchandise all around him, but Jackson was not very curious. He'd come in looking for porno mags and weed paraphernalia, and that's all he was looking for.

Thankfully for Jackson it wasn't long till he found something promising--in a corner a giant black dildo stood on a stand, lit by a single flickering candle. Jackson only glanced at it, uninterested and a bit annoyed at whoever made it. Like they were setting up guys for disappointment when they couldn't measure up to their girlfriend's toy.

But near the dildo Jackson found what he was looking for, a display case full of glass pipes. Most were pretty standard, cheap little one hitters, but a few had crazy intricate glasswork. He also chuckled as he realized along the bottom row of the display cabinet were a bunch of fleshlights.

Puff and pull. Doesn't sound like a bad plan, actually.

Jackson looked around for a worker to open the case for him, but nobody came when he called. He took a better look at the case and realized the lock on the sliding glass door wasn't latched, so he slid it open himself.

He looked at a few different pieces, none worth upgrading his old reliable pipe. But as he bent to put a piece back on a lower shelf a fleshlight in a gold painted box caught his eye. He picked it up for a better look.

JACKOFF Custom Mould Premium Masturbation Sleeve, it read in big, bold letters. Jackson flipped the box over and read the description: The Jackoff is the world's FIRST premium masturbation sleeve designed for YOU. Just dip your stick in our patent pending polycarbonate material and enter a world of ecstasy. The Jackoff's next-gen masturbation software morphs to form a perfect fit for any pecker.

In smaller print below the description was a disclaimer: Limit 1 per customer. Check quality seal before purchase, no refunds. And sure enough, along the crease was a small sticker seal.

Well at least they're not selling used sex toys, Jackson thought, as he turned the box in his hands. The description did intrigue him. After all, who wouldn't want a fuck hole literally shaped to your dick?

Jackson was considering calling out for a shopkeeper again when he saw the price tag. The original $250 tag was clearly visible, but it had been crossed out, and a post it note underneath it read $500.

God damn, Jackson thought. His parents were loaded, and he had a weekly allowance that would see other students through a semester, but even he balked at the idea of paying $500 for a fleshlight.

They must've gone out of business. Maybe it was too good and $250 wasn't enough for them to make money. I mean if this pawnshop is gonna mark it up 100% it must be like, collectible right?

Jackson smiled to himself. His lips made for a great smile, like an earnest but naughty kid's. It had gotten him out of trouble countless times before, and he figured it could again if it had to--still smiling, Jackson slipped the box under his jacket, and headed for the exit.

Jackson had enjoyed the thrill of shoplifting since he was little, and as he tried to walk out as quietly as he could he could feel his dick stir with the excitement of the risk and expectation for the reward. But then he couldn't find the exit. The stacks of merchandise seemed to grow thicker, the rows more jumbled, and soon Jackson didn't know where he'd been or where he was going.

Just when he was about to give up and stuff the fleshlight on a shelf so he could call an employee for help, Jackson found the door. Relieved, he sprinted for it, chuckling to himself at the small red sign by the exit: SHOPLIFTERS SHALL BE PUNISHED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW.

When Jackson walked out the door the bell that had chimed softly when he entered started ringing like an alarm. Jackson burst out of the store, jumped in his car, and peeled out of the parking lot.

----

The moment Jackson was back in his freshman dorm he got to work opening the box. The seal was really strong, but once he cut it with a pocket knife the whole thing smoothly fell open. The Jackoff certainly felt like an expensive piece of equipment. Its white anodized aluminum shell had a good heft to it that was comfortable in the hand, while the cap twisted free with a satisfying click. But Jackson was disappointed to see the rubbery material wasn't even shaped like a pussy or ass or anything, just a thin slit in a boring beige rubber.

He put a finger to the slit to see what the inside felt like, but for some reason his finger wouldn't go through. The material felt soft and pliable enough, but around the entrance there was zero give. He looked back in the box and found a one page manual.

The first few diagrams seemed to explain Jackson's problem. There were cartoons showing a guy trying to put a finger or a pencil inside the toy X'd out with a big NO! underneath them. Then there was a cartoon of a dickhead at the slit with a big thumbs up.

The written instructions were simple--place the Jackoff fully on your erect penis, wait 5 minutes and it's ready to go. No lube or batteries necessary.

Jackson wasn't sure when Merlin would get back, but he also didn't really care. His dick was already hard in his pants, ready to try out its new toy. I'll just use it in bed. He comes in and I'll cover up. What's he gonna do, yell at me for jerking off? More like he'd be jealous of the toy.

With that thought Jackson stripped his shirt and admired his own body; his washboard abs, his thick, defined pecs, his curved, powerful biceps. He might've had shitty grades, but he got into the the school cause he took care of his body for football. He flexed, and his dick jumped in his pants as he thought about how strong he was, how easily he could fucking destroy his fag roommate if he had half a reason.

Jackson hopped in bed and put on some lesbian porn on his phone as he shuffled his pants down around his ankles. He gave his dick a few short strokes between his thumb and forefinger. Then he lined up with the Jackoff's plain slit, and his dick effortlessly glided in.

The fleshlight immediately felt amazing. It was like a warm liquid pulled him inside, but it also made his dick tingle coolly, almost like menthol on the tongue. The head of the toy nuzzled in Jackson's untrimmed pubes and Jackson's eyes rolled and his toes curled. The liquid seemed to grow thicker and started sucking on every inch of his dick with a vacuum seal. Licking his lips, Jackson set a 5 minute timer, then dropped his phone as the toy started releasing then sucking his dick again.

Each time it sucked seemed harder than the time before, like it was discovering parts of his dick to stimulate, new angles to reach every curve of the head, every sensitive line of the underside.

Jackson could feel his pre leaking out in buckets, but the toy never got sloppy. It was almost as if whatever material was mapping and massaging his dick was absorbing every drop of pre he had to give.

It wasn't long before the rhythm of sucking and gentle massaging brought Jackson close. But the moment he felt near the crest it was like the toy knew, and the vacuum sensation became tighter. It had his dick in a death grip, sucking every inch in a constant pull. Then it started to get warmer. The tingling feeling became more intense, and then so intense it was almost like a shock, a buzz that hummed through his whole body even as the tip of his dick felt ready to explode. It was so much Jackson almost ripped the fleshlight off, but all at once the toy became cool and his 5 minute timer went off. Jackson silenced the alarm and the JackOff merely hugged his dick like a particularly tight and pleasant fleshlight.

Damn that was a lot, Jackson thought as he took the toy in hand and gently started short strokes up and down his dick. The moment he moved it his whole body shivered, as the liquid gel felt indescribably amazing--at once like feathers gently teasing but also the tightest virgin hole you've ever had.

Jackson nearly moaned as he stroked himself, totally oblivious to the moans coming from his lesbian porn. The sensations in his dick seemed to make his whole body sensitive, and while his right hand kept up a relentless stroke his left started to roam over his body, feeling his abs, pinching his nipples, cupping his balls.

But no matter how good it felt, for some reason he couldn't get any closer to cumming. He began thrusting his hips in time with his strokes, and sweat began breaking out all over his body as he stroked faster. He screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip, trying to focus on the amazing sensations around his dick. It didn't help.

Still not as good as a pussy. Honestly not even as good as a blowjob.

Then Jackson started thinking about the bj Merlin gave him last weekend. He'd struck out at the house party, and was shitfaced when he got back to the room. Merlin was already back, nearly as shitfaced as he was and lying in bed. Jackson didn't say anything. He just walked over to him and took his dick out. The little cocksucker knew what to do and he was fucking good at it. Better than any chick.

At least till Jackson got close. The little faggot must've known cause he pulled off Jackson's dick and wagged his own dick at Jackson. The pipsqueak had an absurdly big dick, easily twice the size of Jackson's. When Merlin wagged it at him Jackson almost thought he was mocking him, then he had the balls to say, "I think it's my turn."

Wiped that smirk off his face quick, Jackson thought, remembering the fear in Merlin's eyes as Jackson grabbed him by the throat and near lifted his whole body off the bed. He brought Merlin's face inches from his and hissed, "I'm not a fucking faggot." Then Jackson shoved Merlin back on his dick, fucking his face as his puny body struggled beneath him. When he finished cumming he didn't let go till the bitch swallowed every drop.

The memory made Jackson's dick jump and he finally felt like he was getting close. He imagined Merlin walking in right now, seeing him fully naked, his perfect body splayed over the too small twin mattress. There's no way the fag could resist.

He may make some noises, complain it's his room too. I'll just have to point and he'll be right between my legs. I'll make him beg to lick the toy clean when I'm done with it. Or maybe if I'm not done I'll just pin him down and take that flat little ass he wags around the room. Can even slap that useless big dick, show him what a real man can do with a normal sized dick.

Jackson was very close now. He was pumping his dick as hard and fast as he could, his curly brown locks were stuck to his forehead and the entire bed was damp with his sweat. He could feel the orgasm building deep inside him, slower to come than any he could remember but promising to be the biggest of his life. Jackson's legs locked and his toes curled, his ass lifted off the bed as he held himself up in an arc and his pretty lips made a perfect O. He was almost--

Jackson yelped as it felt like he tried to yank off his own dick. The JackOff had suddenly become stuck. Jackson was so close he futilely tried to gyrate his dick inside the toy, but it was trapped firmly in place, and all the sensation his dick was getting was little more than a tight rubber grip.

"Fuck!" Jackson swore as he felt his orgasm fade away, accompanied by a deep pain in his nuts. The worst blue balls he'd ever had, even worse than that time his ex's dad walked in mid fuck.

Jackson sat up and wiped the sweat from his face. Then he looked at the fleshlight hanging uselessly between his legs. He tried to pull it off again, but it was like the opening was glued to the base of his dick. He couldn't get a finger in the slit to loosen it at all, then he realized he couldn't even twist it.

Jackson wasn't worried, he was pissed.

No wonder this fucking company went out of business, who the fuck sells a $500 dick trap, he thought as he stood up, feeling the heavy weight of the toy on his dick fall and swing between his legs. For a moment Jackson thought of the way Merlin's long dick swung between his legs when he'd seen him after his showers in the mornings. It made him jealous, thinking about what that must've felt like. His own dick was really short when soft, barely going over his balls.

Fuck Jackson, priorities, Jackson thought as he slapped his own cheek. His fag roommate had been giving him way too many faggy thoughts. He had a problem to deal with right now.

Jackson bent down and grabbed the instruction manual and box from the ground. Maybe he'd fucked up the calibration software or something. He looked at the cartoon instructions again, but it didn't say anything about a fucking dick lock function. Jackson was about to crumple the paper into a ball and throw it across the room when suddenly he saw a bright red stamp appear in the middle of the paper: "VOID."

Suddenly the word began multiplying, and every inch revealed a new "VOID." Jackson dropped the manual like it was on fire.

The fleshlight suddenly tightened on his dick and Jackson's stomach dropped. He picked up the box and tore it inside out, trying to find a key or more instructions or something. The toy kept getting tighter as Jackson became more frantic, and it felt like it had actually moved farther down his dick.

Unable to find anything Jackson read the box again, looking for any hint about what was happening or what he could do before he had to go to the health center or hospital or something. That was when he realized. The quality assurance seal had turned the same bright red as the VOID stamps. The same bright red as the shoplifting sign back at the store. It read "Unauthorized Purchase."

The box fell from his hands as Jackson reeled. The Jackoff vacuum sealed to his dick ten times harder than it had before. He could feel it pulling further down his shaft till it reached the top of his ballsack. Jackson barely had time to blink before he was yelling, as all at once his balls were both vacuumed into the fleshlight along with his dick and the gel began squeezing them.

Jackson fell back on his bed, desperately trying to tear the toy off. He squealed as he felt the gel start to push inside his pisshole, felt it travel down his shaft and then it was truly inside him, filling him, pulling him deeper.

Jackson became hot, hot all over, so hot he could've thought the pool of sweat he lay in was steaming as it touched his skin. Then all at once Jackson went limp. He couldn't even lift his head to see what was happening to the fleshlight, but it felt like the vacuum had kicked up another notch. He felt his legs seize up in the worst charley horse of his life, then suddenly they relaxed as they snapped tight together. Slowly he began to realize he was being dragged down the length of the bed, down and down as the tightness began to spread up his belly.

Jackson tried to cling to a sheet, tried to pull himself away from the constant pull of the toy, but his fingers could barely flop together, they squished and bent like rubber as he tried to hold on. He could feel his insides changing, could feel his organs rearranging and compacting, could feel an emptiness opening deep inside him, traveling up his throat.

The bed was getting bigger. His arms were suddenly yanked down to his sides, a collar was tight around his neck. He felt the vacuum yank his head straight back, and watched as his eyes were slowly swallowed beneath the lip of an aluminum ring and the world went dark.

When he awoke the room was bright with sunlight. Jackson didn't open his eyes per se, it was more like he awoke to discover his eyes were already open. He was beneath his sheets, although the bed seemed bigger, and there was something wrong with his vision, like everything was out of focus. Then he realized he wasn't able to blink. He tried to pull himself up, but then found he couldn't move. And not only that, he couldn't even feel his arms. Or legs. Not even his dick. All he could feel was tight metal all around him. Well, that and his lips. He felt them when he screamed.

----

Merlin`s morning wood woke him up. He'd fallen asleep in the outfit he'd worn the night before, and his tight jeans were like a straight jacket for his hard on, pinching his dick while also making the need to piss even more acute. He rubbed his knuckles in his eyes, shocked he didn't have a hangover. He didn't even remember coming back to the dorm last night.

When he sat up the world spun, and Merlin realized he wasn't hungover because he was still drunk. He glanced over at Jackson's empty bed, then his alarm clock. Seeing 6am he collapsed back down.

Merlin unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them down his legs, his boner immediately jumping through the fly of his old boxers. He licked his palm and took his impressive dick in hand. Just over seven inches, thick enough that his small hands couldn't quite grip it completely at the base. As precum immediately started dripping from the tip, Merlin knew his balls had to take priority over his bladder just then.

Apart from his dick, Merlin's looks weren't particularly noteworthy. He was short and bone thin--no matter how much he seemed to eat his metabolism kept it off. His face wasn't exactly unattractive, but it was different. He had very high cheekbones that could occasionally make him look gaunt , and a sharp jawline coming to a pointy chin that seemed to square off his heart-shaped face. He kept his mousy brown hair in a long, skater boy style, trying to downplay the sharpness of his features while also covering up a bit of acne scarring along his cheeks.

The most notable feature of Merlin's face, usually hidden behind a thick pair of glasses, was his eyes. At a glance they could seem blue or green or even an amber gold, but if you looked closely you'd see they were actually a striking steel grey that could reflect the colors around him. And when he had a particularly good idea it was like they danced above his cheeks, glinting from some unseen light.

But just now his eyes were shut tight, and his short scrawny body squirmed against the bed as he drunkenly stroked his disproportionally huge penis. Shut tight imagining the same thing he'd been jacking off to the last week. Jackson's dick in his mouth, cumming on his tongue, the way Jackson had forced him.

Merlin knew, at some level, that he should be upset about what Jackson did. But Merlin also knew himself. He was a horny fucking pervert. No porn was too crazy, no kink too weird that he couldn't jack off to it, so long as it was gay anyway. And this closeted small dick beefcake drunk raping his mouth was so fucking hot. Merlin was even half convinced he could convince Jackson to go down on him, the way he'd been checking out Merlin's dick since that night. Merlin shoved his face deeper into the pillow, squirming as he thought of those thick lips around his meat.

Merlin spit in his hand, stroking his cut dick faster than his pre could keep up the lube. He bit his tongue as he imagined Jackson kissing him, those lips running down his chest, kissing his nipples, down and down till those pink lips wrapped around the angry red head of his dick. He was almost there when a noise suddenly came from Jackson's bed.

Merlin quickly covered up his hard on, worried he'd imagined Jackson's bed was empty, but when he checked again it was just as empty. He got out of bed, his boner bouncing hard in front of him while his bladder pounded at the movement. The noise was muffled, like a phone playing at a low volume.

Merlin checked the pants crumpled on the floor. He found Jackson's phone, but it wasn't making the noise. Merlin tossed the sheets off the bed and found the culprit, a white flashlight.

No, Merlin grinned as he realized, a fleshlight. It was making a high pitch squealing sound, but the moment Merlin picked it up Jackson's full throated screams suddenly assaulted his ears. Merlin's eyes went wide as he lifted the fleshlight and saw.

"AHHHHHH!" The face of the fleshlight was a mouth. Not like a plastic mouth, a real human mouth. It was twisted in a scream, but seemed to choke as Merlin looked at it.

"Merlin! Dude, what the fuck is happening to me? Where the fuck am I!? How the fuck are you holding--" but the noise fell back to a muffled buzz as the fleshlight dropped from Merlin's hand and he walked straight out the door.

At 6am on a Sunday no one was awake to see Merlin walking down the hall in a t-shirt and boxers, a raging erection hanging out for all the world to see and a face so pale you'd think he saw a ghost. Merlin walked straight to the communal bathroom, into a shower, and clothes still on turned on the water. It was ice cold and Merlin hopped out of its spray, cursing as he whipped around his soaked hair. But he was more concerned that he still hadn't woken up.

Merlin turned up the temperature and stripped out of his clothes. The world was spinning again and his stomach churned till he relaxed beneath the steamy cone, and as he directed his dick down to the drain his hot torrent of piss felt like sex. Merlin didn't know how long he stayed there, but eventually he realized he probably wasn't dreaming, and worse still he was starting to sober up. Sopping wet he wrapped his shirt around his waste, balled up his boxers in his hand and scurried out of the bathroom and back to his room.

Merlin let the shirt fall to the ground as he quickly shut and locked the door behind him. The muffled buzz was back, and on Jackson's bed he could see the fleshlight, mouth moving.

"Holy shit," Merlin breathed as his back slid against the door and his ass hit the cold linoleum, "I'm insane. Dad was right, the weed gave me schizophrenia." He laughed, not believing his shitty luck.

He could tell the lips were mouthing his name. And they weren't just any lips, they were definitely Jackson's. They were such a distinctive part of his face it was almost like Jackson was really stuck there, yelling voicelessly across the room.

In a sort of deranged curiosity about what his brain could come up with next, Merlin got up still dripping wet and sat on Jackson's bed. The moment he picked up the fleshlight Jackson's voice came through loud and clear.

"Don't fucking leave me like that! I need your help!"

"Uh huh," Merlin said skeptically, raising an eyebrow, "What with?"

"What with? What the fuck do you think faggot, what the fuck has happened to me!?"

"Hey, I shouldn't call myself a faggot."

The lips twisted in confusion, "What?"

"I mean like, you're some schizoid part of me right? You shouldn't call me a fag."

"I am not a fucking schizoid part of you you fucking weirdo! I'm me! Now tell me what the fuck is going on, I can't feel my fucking body and you're scrawny ass is a fucking giant all of a sudden."

Merlin bit his cheek, almost starting to believe his eyes. His finger tracing around Jackson's thick lips, feeling the soft heat of his skin.

"Dude, stop that shit," Jackson said, but Merlin ignored him. Hesitantly he put a finger between Jackson's lips.

"Don't you fucking d--" but the lips shut firmly tight as Merlin's pointer finger pushed in, feeling what was definitely the inside of a guy's mouth. Except for the teeth. Jackson had shut them closed, but Merlin's finger slipped between them like they were made of rubber.

His finger went deeper into the toy, past Jackson's tongue and into his "throat", or at least the part of the toy past the mouth. Jackson make a small squeal sound but Merlin's finger went in easily, and the fleshy tight and wet material that suddenly clung to every inch of his finger felt incredible. Merlin's dick shot back to full attention as he slowly finger fucked the talking toy.

Meanwhile Jackson was freaking the fuck out. He was utterly powerless in Merlin's hands, not even able to look away or blink as the twink's skinny finger kept invading his mouth and deep inside him. If anything, Merlin's finger seemed to come into sharper focus as it violated his mouth. And worst of all, it felt amazing. Jackson salivated at the honey sweet taste of Merlin. Every inch his insides stretched was like something between a massage and sex. Jackson kept screaming, and even tried gnashing on Merlin's finger but his teeth just deformed around it. Based on Merlin's face it just made him like it more.

Suddenly Merlin took his finger out, and before Jackson could utter a word of a complaint he said, "Ok...say I'm not going crazy. That this is real. How did it happen?"

"I don't fucking know what's happened you stupid faggot!" Jackson yelled, a hint of desperation in his voice. But Jackson wasn't sure if it was because of his situation, or because he desperately wanted to taste Merlin's finger again.

"So you don't--you don't even know what you are right now?"

"What do you even fucking mean `what I am right now'?! Tell me what's going on."

Merlin hesitated for a moment, and Jackson thought he looked at him with something between skepticism and pity, "What can you see?"

"See? I mean, I see you you fucking idiot. What else would I see, you're holding me right up to your face. And I can't fucking move!"

"No I mean like, how can you see?"

"How can I--is there something wrong with my eyes? I mean, like I can't move them or anything and everything except you is out of focus."

"Huh," Merlin said as he stood up, and with a click of his tongue added sardonically, "Well, better brace yourself."

Merlin walked over to their mirror and turned Jackson to face it.

"It's all fuzzy, it's like I'm near sighted or something," Jackson said. Merlin brought him closer, and inches away Jackson realized what he was looking at. His lips frowned, and then started twitching as he realized they were his.

"I--I'm in a--" Jackson would have started hyperventilating if he had to breathe. Realizing he didn't was another terror all its own.

"A, uh..." Jackson's world swung all around him as Merlin blithely twisted him around to read the casing, "Jackoff fleshlight. Or masturbator toy I guess," Merlin flipped Jackson back around to face him, "I'm assuming this is off brand."

"Merlin--you, you gotta help me. You gotta get me out of this thing! Please! I can't be stuck in a fucking fleshlight!"

"I mean, apparently you can," Merlin grinned, "How'd that happen?"

"This isn't fucking funny dude!" Jackson yelled, pissed off by Merlin's glib tone. But he figured Merlin had to know what happened if he was going to help. So, reluctantly, Jackson told him.

"Last night, after the movie, I found this store...

"...And then I wake up and all of a sudden you're picking me up like a piece of fucking plastic!"

"Definitely aluminum," Merlin muttered.

"That's not the p--" Merlin had been pointing Jackson's face--or mouth anyway, but Jackson was already thinking of it as his face--at his, but Jackson suddenly realized Merlin's other arm was making a jerking motion, "Wait, are you fucking jerking off?!"

Merlin's arm suddenly stopped and he twitched guiltily, "What? No, I was uh, itching my leg." He flipped Jackson around to show him his fingers scratching his thigh.

"You're fucking rock hard!"

"I mean that's not really here nor there--"

"You're literally fucking stroking it!"

Merlin's hand had, in fact, unconsciously gone right back to stroking his dick. He stopped and when he flipped Jackson around he held up his hand in apology, "Ok, ok. My bad."

"This is my fucking life dude, you can't just--just get off on it!" There was a new sense of panic in Jackson's voice, less from Merlin jerking off to his predicament than by the way his magic vision magnified Merlin's dick when it came into view, making everything else fade away except for an overwhelming and sudden need to taste it.

"You're totally right," Merlin said, already imagining the huge load he was going to shoot imagining Jackson's transformation. But before Jackson could continue berating him Merlin forced them to move on, "So you stole this fleshlight from the store, you try to use it, and you get sucked inside. That the basic idea?"

"Yeah," Jackson grunted reluctantly.

"Well, you should probably bring it back. Offer to pay for it too. Something there turned you into this, presumably something there can turn you back."

"Only one problem dumbass, it's not like I can FUCKING MOVE."

Merlin had had enough of Jackson's insults, and as his hangover began to come on in earnest he let his anger flare, "The only dumbass I see here is the fucking thief stuck in a sex toy who's insulting the only person who can help him."

Jackson's lips curled with fright as the reality of his situation was brought back to him, "Right, you're totally right. I'm really sorry, Merlin, I didn't mean it. I'm just...a little fucking freaked out here and--" but suddenly Jackson's world was spinning and flying through the air, before he landed with a soft thump back on his bed.

Merlin ignored the outburst of buzzing from the toy as he knelt to pick up the JackOff box, then looked under the bed to find the voided manual and the fleshlight cap. He rummaged through Jackson's pockets and found his wallet.

The moment Merlin picked Jackson back up his tirade came through at full volume, "--CAN'T JUST TOSS ME AROUND LIKE--"

"Shut the fuck up," Merlin said in a tone that cut Jackson off in an instant, "I got all the shit you stole together. For some stupid reason you've got over $200 in cash, but I'll need to get out the rest from an atm cause no way am I spending my money on this."

"Ok, sure, whatever you--"

"But," Merlin said, and his eyes seemed to light up as his no nonsense expression broke into a grin, "You're gonna have to make it worth my while."

"Uh, sure," Jackson said hesitantly, "Empty out my account dude. There's like, over 2 grand in there, take out the 500 and it's yours."

"That's a start. I was looking for a more immediate incentive."

"Immediate? There's nothing I can do right now dude, I'm stuck in a--"

"There is one thing you can do," Merlin said, and he turned Jackson's face down between his legs. Merlin's huge dick started to rise, and it magnified in Jackson's vision to the size of a mountain.

"No fucking way," Jackson said as he licked his lips, "There's no fucking way you're putting that in me. Not happening."

"What a shame," Merlin said wearily, flipping Jackson back around, "Guess you'll have to wait for whoever comes looking for you. Far as I'm concerned, this was all a drunken dream."

"No, wait, there must be someth--" but Jackson's world went completely black and his voice was totally silenced as Merlin twisted the cap over his face, and with a satisfying click locked Jackson away. Merlin opened the drawer by his bedside, tossed the fleshlight in and slammed it shut. He collapsed back into bed, rubbing his boner against the sheets as his hangover made thinking hurt, and quickly fell fast asleep.

----

Meanwhile Jackson was screaming in a void. He could feel his lips moving, but no sound came out and there was nothing to see. His mind raced, trying to think of something, anything to escape, but there was nothing he could do.

He tried to get angry. He knew that's what he'd normally feel, fucking furious. He'd want to fuck up his fag roommate, he'd fantasize about all the ways he'd hurt Merlin the moment he had hands again. He'd toss that bitch around the room and shove him into a drawer too, he'd shove his finger down his mouth and--

And all Jackson could do was fantasize about the taste of Merlin, how amazing it felt when he slid his finger inside. Jackson felt his whole body grow warm and squeeze at the thought, this freakshow sex toy of a body. For a moment his utter powerlessness overwhelmed him, the strange sensations and urges he knew weren't his own but that kept making themselves felt. Jackson felt his lips tremble as he wept.

But even Jackson's self pity couldn't last long. Slowly, one idea took hold, and once it did it drove out anything else. The sight of Merlin's dick. The long shaft that could stretch him end to end, that thick, angry red helmet head pushing through his lips, the thought of Merlin's pubes and balls filling his vision as he plunged up and down on it, squeezing it, sucking down every drop of delicious pre and--

Jackson realized he was moving. Or rather, someone was moving him. Then with a click the darkness disappeared and he was looking up at Merlin, who was rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Sorry," Merlin yawned, "Didn't mean to sleep that long."

It took Jackson a moment to remember how to speak, and another to have any thought that wasn't sucking Merlin's dick, "How--how long was I--"

Merlin stood up and opened the blinds. The sky was a pink sunset, "Bout 11 hours."

"You stashed me in a drawer for an entire fucking day?!" Jackson screamed, feeling more himself as he kept talking, but less himself when he thought of how his time in the drawer seemed to pass in minutes, not 11 hours.

"Yeah, horrible hangover, but now I'm feeling great, thanks for asking," Merlin grinned down at Jackson, "So you've slept on it, any new thoughts on my offer?"

Jackson bit his lip, and Merlin's dick jumped at the sight.

"If it's the only way you'll help me--and you have to fucking pull out! I'm not a fag I don't want--"

"Deal," Merlin immediately said, and suddenly Jackson's face was pointed straight at Merlin's dick. Merlin sat at his desk, switching on a light to get a better view of Jackson's lips as he pressed the head against them.

Jackson, trying to keep some semblance of dignity, kept his mouth in a hard line. Just cause he had to be a sex toy for a bit didn't mean he had to be an enthusiastic one. But Merlin just kept gently rubbing his dick against Jackson's lips, glossing them with his pre. It took every fiber of Jackson's will not to open his mouth, to reach out with his tongue and lips and taste every inch of Merlin's dick he could reach.

""Can we like, get this over with please?" Jackson asked, a hint of desperation in his voice, and then humiliation, as opening his mouth he got a taste of Merlin's pre, and suddenly he couldn't keep his lips off Merlin's dick.

Quietly triumphant, Merlin grinned, "If you say so." Merlin gripped the fleshlight around the middle, then slowly and steadily pushed it on to his dick. He felt Jackson's lips cling to his shaft, and Jackson's tongue twirling along his frenulum, and a sucking that was stronger than any blowjob Merlin had felt before. He pushed further, feeling the back of Jackson's throat, and as he kept pushing he entered Jackson's tight new insides with ease, and Merlin felt his dick shoot a rope of pre as it gripped his head, like it was massaging and sucking him at the same time.

Despite himself, Jackson was in heaven. The earthy, salty taste of Merlin's dick were incredible. It was like he was an instrument, and he knew exactly how to play to make Merlin groan and moan, and his applause was the heavy bursts of pre that kept exploding onto his tastebuds, driving Jackson crazy with pleasure. When Merlin went past his throat and filled Jackson's new hole, his new body, it was almost orgasmic. As he felt Merlin plunge inside him he realized different things he could do, he could make himself warmer, he could twist and twirl and squeeze and suck. And from Jackson's warped perspective, plunging up and down Merlin's shaft was as exciting as a roller coaster.

Merlin knew he wasn't going to last long, and he didn't. Not 30 seconds in he felt his prostate squeeze and his balls churn, and he plunged balls deep into Jackson's fleshlight body as he came buckets.

A very, very small part of Jackson was horrified. There was literally no gayer, more humiliating thing he could think of than taking another guy's load. But the rest of him was literally buzzing, his whole body orgasming in time with Merlin's dick, swallowing and tasting and absorbing his cum like it was the sweetest nectar. And when Merlin buried Jackson's face in his pubes the wiry bush seemed the softest pillow he'd ever known.

"Whew," Merlin whistled as he wiped sweat from his brow. He grinned down at Jackson, his lips still eagerly sucking at the base of Merlin's cock. Slowly he pulled Jackson off, his overly sensitive dick twitching at the sensation, feeling Jackson suck out every last bit of his cum. When Jackson finally popped off his lips reached out for Merlin's dick, but Merlin's laughs stopped him, "You're a natural."

"There's nothing fucking natural about this!" Jackson cried out, "And I told you not to fucking cum in me!"

"It snuck up on me," Merlin said brusquely, "Besides, you seemed to like it. Not like you spit it out right?" Then Merlin looked at Jackson a little confused and started shaking him up and down, "Where'd my cum go, anyway?"

"Ah, fucking stop dude! I like, fucking absorbed it or something. B-but I--if I could spit it out I would've you...fucking... bitch ass faggot!"

Merlin rolled his eyes, grabbed the toy cap, and as Jackson quickly switched to a very contrite, "No no no, wait I'm sorr--" Merlin clicked the cap in place.

"Alright you homophobic fuck," Merlin said, tossing Jackson around in circles, "Time for me to keep my end of the deal."

----

Merlin sat in Jackson's car, staring at the wooden sign and the wooden door. VANO'S WONDROUS ANTIQUES JEWELRY AND ODDMENTS. He wasn't sure why he was surprised to see it there. Maybe some part of him had held on to the fear or hope that this had all been some figment of his imagination. Better to be crazy yourself than realize the world was crazier than your wildest dreams.

Merlin considered leaving. After all, this place was dangerous. The fleshlight on the seat next to him was proof enough of that, and who knew what else could happen?

Merlin grinned to himself as his dick twitched at the thought. He was definitely going in. This shit may be fucked up, but it also turned him the fuck on.

The door opened to a pleasant ring and Merlin gasped. Clutching the hastily taped together Jackoff box under one arm, Merlin immediately began wandering the store.

Even on close inspection, most of the items seemed little more than trash, but the sheer variety of trash was almost breathtaking: weirdly painted dinosaur statues, clown shoes and cat leashes, Swedish newspapers from the 80s, there just didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to what the store contained.

And mixed in with the trash, Merlin began to find treasures. At first literally--Merlin opened an old bread machine to discover it was filled with emeralds. Down the next row a wind chime hung from a rafter, but its chimes were birdsong. In the middle of an old chess set Merlin found a marble, and when he looked closely at it he realized minuscule stars and galaxies swirled inside.

Eventually, Merlin found what he was looking for. Nestled in a corner, surrounded on one side by pool toys and the other by taxidermied marmosets, was a small table with a wooden sign reading "Help Desk" just above it. A single call bell was on the middle of the table. Merlin nervously bit his cheek, and then rang it.

"I shall be with you in just a moment, my friend!" A rich and booming voice rang out as if through a loudspeaker. There was a sound like glass breaking then a car crash beneath the floorboards, and suddenly a trap door opened up behind the desk, and a man climbed out.

He was a young middle easterner, dressed in gaudy and billowing silk pants and shirtless but for a shiny purple vest. A pencil thin mustache surprisingly suited him. He could almost be a character from a children's story, if he weren't so fucking sexy. His abs seemed chiseled onto his torso, his golden skin glowed in the light, and his eyes--Merlin wished he could say "fuck me" with just his eyes.

"My sincerest regrets for the delay," the man said moving behind the help desk, holding himself up prim and proper, "I am Vano. Welcome to my store and home. How may I assist you, my friend?"

"Uh, hi," Merlin said awkwardly. Vano appeared only a couple years older than him, but his presence was magnetic. Even just getting a word out felt like asking your biggest crush for a date. But Vano waited patiently, his warm smile slowly setting Merlin at ease.

"This is...a little awkward," nervously, Merlin set the JackOff box on the table, "My friend--well, not really my friend, more like, a guy I know, he uh--"

"Ahhhhh," Vano said, tsking as he observed the broken seal. He opened it, and picked up Jackson, sealed away inside the fleshlight, "And no doubt you were surprised to find the guy you know come to such a state, eh?"

"That would be putting it mildly," Merlin said, chagrined. Despite the warnings going off in his brain, Merlin found he was quickly starting to like to Vano.

Vano casually threw Jackson beneath the help desk and smiled widely at Merlin, "A thousand, thousand thanks, my friend. To return what is stolen is a most noble endeavor. And of course you must have your reward--the law provides for 3/5ths the cost of the property, but for a friend of Vano's the full price is due."

Vano reached into a pocket of his vest and pulled out 5 large golden coins, then slid them across the table to Merlin with a wicked grin, "And of course, a discount. Come, let us see what we may find. There is much and more in Vano's store."

Merlin nearly snatched the coins right up, ready to search the countless rows with Vano at his side, but reluctantly he contained himself, "But--what about Jackson?"

"Who?"

"My, uh, acquaintance. The one in the fleshlight."

Vano blinked at him, surprised, "You recall this person?"

Now it was Merlin's turn to look surprised, "What do you mean? He's right down there," and Merlin gestured behind the desk.

Vano's face was suddenly set still as stone as he looked deep into Merlin's eyes. Merlin wanted to quail at the piercing gaze, but he found he could not look away. If anything he felt compelled to match it. And as they stared at one another Merlin heard a single word, though Vano's mouth was closed, and it was not his voice: Changer.

But in a blink the staring contest broke, and Vano was once again bubbling with joy and vitality as he dramatically slapped his hand to his head, "How careless of me! Here we are, having wonderful conversation, and I have yet to even ask your name."

"Uh, Merlin," Merlin said, abashed. He hated giving his name. Ever since he was a kid almost every person he told it to made some stupid joke like "where's your beard" or "I got this sword stuck in a stone, can you help me out?" But it was his father's name. The only thing he left him. "Merlin Ambrose."

"Merlin," Vano said, making the Mer a purr as he extended his hand, "What a profound pleasure. It is not often Vano may serve a fellow Changer."

Merlin shook Vano's hand, the touch almost electric and Vano's thumb gently rubbing his unleashed a swarm of fantasies in Merlin's mind. He needed those strong hands to hold him, needed to taste the small dark nipple hinting beneath the edge of Vano's vest, he needed to lose himself in Vano's lips, feel the tickle of his mustache against his hole. But he was confused.

"Changer?"

"Why of course, my friend! I apologize for not recognizing at once, but of course the eyes do tell."

"My eyes?" People had always complimented his eyes. Or at least his Dad did. Merlin didn't exactly have people lining up to gaze into his eyes.

"What else? One can hardly change without seeing. Although," Vano's brow crooked inquisitively, "You do hide it well. Such as us are rarely known for our subtlety."

Merlin was utterly lost, and it must have read on his face because Vano smiled understandingly, "But then, we all must start somewhere, no? Come, Merlin Ambrose. My uncle has recently sent me an exquisite bundle of coffee beans from the volcanic slopes of Panama, and, if my nose does not deceive, my first brew is complete. It would be my privilege to share it with you."

Merlin hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting behind the desk where Vano had stored Jackson. Vano laughed, "And of course we shall talk of this acquaintance."

And with that Vano disappeared back down the trap door. Merlin scrambled after him.

As Merlin climbed off the ladder a small kitchen greeted him, as well as a mouth watering scent of coffee. Vano already held a tray with a full pot and two small cups. He led Merlin to an adjacent room, walls hung with tapestries of fantastic abstract patterns and two large seating cushions facing one another.

They sat, the coffee between them, and as Vano poured the smell was intoxicating. Merlin took the offered cup hesitantly, and waited to watch Vano drink before he had a sip of his own. Then Merlin's eyes went wide.

"That's...the best thing I've ever tasted," Merlin said, taking another deep sip, "And I'm not like a coffee person but that's damn good," and another, "Have you seen Pulp Fiction? Like Jules says some serious gourmet shit. Not that I'd say the n-word or anything but, fuck, this drink, Vano!" Merlin finished his cup, "There's cocoa and it's full bodied and all the bullshit coffee buzzwords right, but there's something else something something something--" Merlin snapped his fingers manically, his eyes shut looking for the word, and then he seemed to hear himself.

"I, uh, also think it gave me a bit of a caffeine buzz. Sorry."

"Merlin, my friend, there is nothing to apologize for," the way Vano grinned at him made Merlin's dick spring. It almost felt as if the coffee had sharpened his vision, like he was seeing Vano in 4k for the first time. Vano finished his cup too and refilled them both, "Vano requires his coffee have a bit of kick."

Merlin avoided the second cup, concerned by how quickly Vano had been able to throw him off balance. He hadn't come for coffee he needed to know--

"Now of course you are concerned for your...acquaintance. Jackson was it?" Vano said, preempting Merlin's demand for answers.

"Yes," Merlin grit his teeth, trying to focus on what happened to his roommate and not the way Vano's adam's apple bounced when he spoke, or the alluring smell of the coffee in his hands.

Vano took a sip of his own coffee, and the way he drank made it seem so delicious Merlin couldn't help but have another sip himself. But the sip was more like a shot, and Merlin downed his second cup. Again Vano refilled their cups.

"Well Merlin, Vano is so sorry to say that Jackson is no more."

Merlin blinked, uncomprehending, "But--he's just upstairs. I mean, I figured you knew, but he's not gone anywhere. He's literally stuck in that fleshlight I brought back."

"A very understandable misapprehension," suddenly Jackson was in Vano's hands, the cap still covering his lips, "This fleshlight does not have your acquaintance trapped inside. Your acquaintance has become this fleshlight. It could not even be said that the fleshlight is your acquaintance, for your acquaintance is most assuredly a fleshlight. And a very fine and expensive fleshlight at that."

Merlin's mouth hung open stupidly. He could hardly believe the words, it was all too much like tea with the Mad Hatter. Eventually he sputtered out, "But...there has to be some way to turn him back? I mean, I know he stole from you, but we returned it and he's willing to pay--"

"For a simple changing, most certainly," Vano interrupted, "But in Vano's store such changings are bound by the law. And what the law has changed, none may unchange."

"Law? What law makes somebody--"

"A most ancient and obscure law, but one that Vano's store must obey. It is very simple," Vano passed Melin a small red metal sign. In large font it read, "SHOPLIFTERS SHALL BE PUNISHED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW," but beneath the large warning was some smaller text:

For those who take what is not free,

What they steal, so shall they be.

Merlin looked incredulously between the rhyme and Vano, "Are you seriously telling me...there's no way to change Jackson back? He's just stuck as a...fucking sex toy forever?" Merlin tried to sound righteously indignant, even disgusted, but the way Vano looked at him Merlin knew he wasn't kidding him for an instant. The idea that his douchebag roommate was reduced to a cocksucking cumhole forever turned him on like crazy. Just the thought of having those pretty lips wrapped around his dick any time he wanted, that once huge and powerful body reduced to a cylinder in his hand as he jacked off, made Merlin`s dick ache.

"That is precisely what Vano tells you, my friend. But do not fear for your former acquaintance. It is true that it may find the transition to its new existence rather distressing, but the law is fair, not cruel. Soon it will come to embrace its new purpose."

Merlin knew he should find the casual way Vano referred to Jackson as "it" disturbing, but if anything it was another jolt to his dick.

But practical concerns began crowding Merlin's thoughts,"I...I emptied Jackson's bank accounts on the way over here. I literally live with the guy. When his family or the school or whatever comes looking for him--I'll be the prime suspect, the cops don't know anything about fucking magic law."

Vano brushed Merlin's concerns away with a wave of his hand, "The transformation is total, my friend. None shall look for him, none shall even remember him. Whenever those who once knew Jackson next think of him, they shall suddenly recall that they never knew any such person."

Merlin was taken aback, "That seems...a little extreme doesn't it?"

"Why should it? The punishment must be paid, but there's no cause for others to suffer. A thief may be put to productive use, and none have to regret its new condition. Such is the nature of Changings; they justify themselves. What is new becomes old; the strange, familiar. Except for the Changers and Changed, of course. Else why bother?" Vano drank deep from his coffee mug, as if very satisfied with his own explanation, and unconsciously Merlin mirrored him, that indescribable taste that had baffled him at the first almost overpowering now.

Suddenly Merlin stood up and began pacing, his heart starting to race, and his cup fell from his hands, "You keep saying that fucking word as if it just explains everything. Changes changings changers. But it doesn't make any fucking sense. If everybody's forgetting Jackson then how the fuck did I know him? Why wasn't I just like `wow a talking fleshlight?'"

"If you were not as you are, my friend, you would not have even heard its voice."

"What?!" Merlin was getting tired of the cryptic bullshit. It was like he could hear his heart pounding now, the blood rushing to his brain with every beat, and a heat rising inside him, "I'm just some guy whose roommate turned into a fucking fleshlight. I don't understand any of this shit, so stop pretending that I'm in this like secret club or whatever just so you don't have to answer my...my..." then Merlin's head felt like a balloon just as his legs gave out beneath him.

Merlin was back on a cushion and his mind in a haze. Vano sat close beside him, rubbing his back as he whispered in Merlin's ear, "...most remarkable root, that when powdered fine and mixed with the acidity of the coffee--"

"You p-put the...the coffee...drugs?" Merlin could barely get the words out as his head grew heavier and Vano's hand slipped beneath his shirt to touch his skin.

"Oh yes, my friend," Vano purred, Merlin feeling the hot breath against his ear, "A most rare and ancient alchemy of Circe's own creation. A glimpse towards your potential."

Merlin's head spun, uncomprehending. He tried to put the words together, tried to hold off this storm behind his eyes, but Vano's touch was like a lightning rod.

"Do not fight it, Merlin. Embrace it."

And so he embraced Vano. Their lips met, their tongues twisted, and Merlin's mind shattered. Vano's clothes seemed to disappear at Merlin's touch, his hands immediately finding the bare hot muscles they sought. They tumbled off their cushion and suddenly everywhere were cushions.

Vano slipped a hand between Merlin's legs and then up between his cheeks, and when Merlin's dick jumped as Vano touched his hole he didn't shoot pre but a full thick load, coating his naked body, but even as the orgasm passed he wasn't any less horny. He felt Vano's finger now wet at his hole and it pushed easily through his tight ring, expertly curling up to Merlin's prostate and making him shoot again.

And Vano's other hand was at Merlin's mouth, and he pushed through his lips and Merlin could taste precum sweet as candy. He realized each of Vano's fingertips were dick heads just as Vano slipped another finger in his ass. Merlin was dick finger fucked at both ends, but his own dick cried out for attention, begging to reach Vano's sexy lips. Then Zach felt his dick growing and stretching. It pulled up away from his body and held itself like a rising snake as it moved towards Vano's face, and as Vano's mustache tickled the head Vano took it in his mouth just in time to guzzle down the ropes of cum that spewed out in buckets.

Then Vano was beneath Merlin, his fingers fingers again as they held Merlin's waist tight and Vano's dick rubbed against his taint. Merlin felt the dick growing beneath him as Vano kissed him, Vano's mouth seeming to kiss more and more of his face. But then he began to pull away so Merlin's mouth fell to his chest, licking and sucking on the small dark nipples he'd been dreaming of as Vano's dick continued to grow, but then even the nipples fell out of reach and Merlin realized he was shrinking. Tinier and tinier as Vano became bigger and bigger, till finally his whole body clung to the head of Vano's massive dick.

Unconcerned Merlin buried his face against the slit, nearly falling inside to feel and taste more of the unimaginably delicious pre, but with a tremble beneath him suddenly Merlin was shot into the sky on a jet of cum. He landed on a pillow and the massive load stuck him to it like glue, but then a giant's hand was lifting his body and suddenly Vano's face rose over Merlin like the sun.

But it was not Vano, or at least the Vano he'd just met. This Vano's fingers were tipped by claws, making a prison around Merlin's puny form, and the face looming over him was growing curling horns. Vano's tongue reached towards his hand, a tongue like a snake, and the moment the forked tip licked across Merlin's balls and dick Merlin was shooting again, squirming beneath the tongue as his dick kept cumming and cumming as if it would never stop, cumming even as the spinning and whirling of the drugged coffee began to make the world fade away, cumming as he fell asleep in Vano's palm.

----

Merlin awoke with a start in the driver's seat of Jackson's car. It was dark but the sky was starting to lighten, and the birds were chirping fiercely. Merlin could hardly make sense of how he got there, his last waking memories too unbelievable to accept.

Merlin was parked behind the movie theater, but there was no sign of Vano's store. He rubbed his brow, half convinced the last 24 hours had been some weird fever dream. Then he noticed the bag in the passenger seat. A simple black bag with a large golden V on the side.

Merlin quickly turned on a light and searched the bag. The first thing he found was a small black notebook, with a note taped to the cover:

"Merlin,

For a most wonderful evening, a small gift that I hope you may find of great value.

Your dear friend,

V

p.s.

I also provide the merchandise which you so graciously returned to us."

Merlin checked the bag and grinned.

----

The longer Jackson's face was covered by the cap, the less the void seemed to bother him. Occasionally he could tell someone was moving him, but mostly he just existed there, unthinking, untroubled. He tried to worry himself, tried to wonder what was taking Merlin, what his friends and family would do if he were missing much longer. But his attention span seemed to be shrinking. Mostly what he thought about was Merlin's dick pressed against his lips, the swooping feeling when Merlin plunged him up and down his dick, the way Merlin's cum had filled him up, and made every fiber of his new body shake with pleasure.

As the cap clicked off, Jackson trembled with anticipation, almost hoping Merlin would use him once more before turning him back to normal. But Merlin was looking down at him strangely, and holding him so Jackson could only see his face.

"So what happened? When can I get out of here?" Jackson bit his lower lip, a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I got good news, and I got bad news," Merlin said. He sounded a bit abashed but the way Merlin looked at him made Jackson feel strange. There was almost a glint in his eyes.

"Wh-what's the good news?"

Merlin smiled, "Well, you're not gonna get sold to a stranger, or some asshole. You belong to me now, and I promise I'll take real good--"

"Wait, what?!" Jackson cried out, "What the fuck do you mean I belong to you? I don't belong to fucking anyone I'm my own person, I'm--"

"Guess I should've led with the bad news. There's...no way to change you back."

Jackson's tirade caught in his throat--or his hole or whatever. His mouth bobbed like a fish before he was able to say, "That...that can't be true. We could...we could go to the hospital or...or the police or I don't know, the fucking sex toy factory. I can't be trapped in here Merlin, I fucking can't."

"It's not so much that you're trapped in there," Merlin said in a sympathetic but mildly condescending tone, "At least any more than we're all trapped in our bodies. This is just who you are now. Or, uh, what you are. Fire department can't exactly cut you out."

Jackson's mouth quivered, "Oh god, if I'm...how can I tell my parents? What am I going to do about school, the team, I can't live my life like this I--"

"Ah, see I'm not doing a good job explaining: you don't have a life any more. You're a fleshlight. Your friends, your family, the school, the government--as far as the rest of the world is concerned you never existed."

Jackson's mouth began crying in earnest.

"Goddamit I'm doing this all wrong. Look--hey listen to me," Merlin pinched Jackson's lip to get him to listen, "Where'd you grow up?"

Jackson hiccuped and his lips sputtered, "It was...in a place with--"

"What sport did you play?"

"I--it's the...the one in the field--"

"What's your name?"

"My name?" The lips looked scared. They twisted as it tried to remember, "My name is...it's...oh god, I don't know!"

"Yeah, cause you're a fleshlight," Merlin said calmly, gently rubbing his thumb along its perfect lips, "You don't need to remember that stuff," Merlin slipped a finger inside and it couldn't help but start sucking.

"Your name is Jackoff," Merlin smiled as Jackoff's tongue began twirling around his finger. He took it out, and as the lips stretched out Merlin brought the fleshlight to his own lips and kissed it deeply, feeling its tongue worship his.

"I'm your owner," Merlin drew the fleshlight down his neck. He let it lick down the thin patch of hair on his chest, he let it suck on his nipples till they were so sensitive he could scream, let its lips kiss past his skinny belly and down his treasure trail, till they disappeared in his pubes. Then he let Jackoff lick its way up his shaft.

"And this is all you have to do," the lips were at the tip of Merlin's dick and then it was swallowing, Jackoff's vision full of its owner's beautiful pubes and balls and shaft, his salty sweet taste coating Jackoff inside and out, every burst of precum shooting through Jackoff like a drug.

"This is what you were made for," Merlin felt his balls rise as the lips clung to his dick for dear life. Jackoff was soft and firm in all the right places, warm and wet.

He plunged the fleshlight down to the base, "Show your owner how much you love his dick. Get this load out of me."

Jackoff went into overdrive. The whole length of its insides grew tighter, it began stroking and twisting up and down Merlin's dick, and then it's mouth seemed to open wider, and Merlin felt its tongue travel down his balls and as it started licking and flicking between them Merlin crested the edge. He could feel his taint jump as his dick exploded, pumping load after load that his new toy greedily sucked down.

"See, it's not so bad," Merlin laughed, squirming a little as Jackoff milked the last of his cum, "And I promise I'll play with you at least once a day. Probably more."

Jackoff moaned appreciatively around Merlin's dick. Merlin pulled it off with a pop.

"Say `Thank you, Merlin.'"

Jackoff's mouth hung open, appearing almost drunk on the cum, and as if in a dream the lips that once belonged to a douchebag college boy said, "...thank you, Merlin."

Then Jackoff's world was sealed away with a click, and Merlin's new fleshlight was unceremoniously shoved back into a drawer.

"Now that that's settled," Merlin said, grinning as he picked up a tiny black book, "Time for some reading."