dougtfs:“Wasn’t it your turn to do laundry?” I asked my roommate Aaron.“Whoo
dougtfs:“Wasn’t it your turn to do laundry?” I asked my roommate Aaron.“Whoops,” he shrugged. “Sorry, bro. Forgot. Maybe tomorrow.”“I need some clean underwear now,” I said. “I dunno what to tell you,” he said. “I gotta get to work.”“Yes, you do,” I said. “At your new job, cradling my cock.”“No… no, you wouldn’t,” he backed away from me, turning to run for the door.“Freeze,” I said, and he froze instantly in place.“Please,” he whimpered, unable to move. “Don’t … don’t!”“Shrink,” I said, and he started to dwindle down, getting smaller and smaller, his clothes collapsing around him.“I’m sorry!” he squeaked as he shrank. “Please, change me back!”“Flatten,” I said, and he collapsed down in the pile of clothes he’d been wearing, a thin flat sheet of his former human body. I reached down and picked him up with one hand, inspecting my flattened roommate. He made muffled sounds of protest.“Stretch,” I said, pressing him against my naked crotch, and then pulling him around my body. His flattened body stretched and pulled, wrapping to fit the contours of my cock and my hips and around to my ass. I could feel him wriggling, trying to get free.“Transform,” I said, and his body shimmered and turned into cotton, an elastic waistband appearing at the top. His body wrapped around my legs as he turned into a perfect pair of tight boxer briefs.“Good job,” I said, rubbing my former roommate. I sat back in a chair, feeling him clinging to me. “Now, jerk me off until I come in you.”Get more stories of transformation, power, and control: https://amzn.to/2zuzn1M -- source link