Sunday, October 31, 2021

Full Power - Robbie

 It was only a short walk down the street before the Trickster found his next victim, sitting in his posh sports car Robbie, a muscular, masculine man was bragging loudly on his phone. Stopping, the Trickster wisped into the back seat and began to observe the handsome man as he continued to talk on speakerphone to his friend Matty, his car window open so everyone could hear. Robbie was excited he had gotten a promotion at work after framing a temp for his own mistakes, he then proudly stated his new salary so a passerby could hear. Robbie then continued gloating to his friend about how he had banged three women at his gym two of which happened to be sisters who were now fighting. Laughing at the ‘dumb bitches’ he had manipulated and fucked he explained that he needed a night to celebrate his amazing week and tonight he had booked an exclusive table at the nightclub in town where he had blackmailed the owner into giving him free bottle service. After the great week he was having, Robbie needed to party and he wanted his best friend to be there with him, even if Matty was only there to listen to him brag some more and watch as he took home the hottest girl at the club. Finishing his conversation Robbie arranged to meet his friend not far away so they could discuss the legendary night ahead of them. Not even bothering to listen to what his friend had to say Robbie hung up and was about to collect his things when he caught sight of himself. The Trickster grinned as the arrogant man caught his own reflection in his rear view mirror and began to flex his muscles, his tight t-shirt showing off his toned chest and his boulder like biceps. This man was insufferable and entitled, but somehow he was still successful, handsome and confident, thankfully the Trickster would change that very soon. However, before the Trickster could start his game he noticed that something had caught Robbie’s attention.

Walking towards the car two young women in crop tops and short shorts were giggling and chatting with each other, without hesitating Robbie leaned out of his car and flashed the girls a smile before looking them up and down.

“Hey girls, you like what you see?” Robbie said gesturing both to his car and himself.

However, instead of the positive, flirty response he was expecting, Robbie received a very different reaction.

“No thanks.” One woman said politely responding before continuing on with their day and Robbie was astounded. Robbie looked on in amazement as the girls kept chatting and giggling, his appearance, his car and his obvious wealth not even causing them to stop or even show the slightest bit of interest.

Robbie was deeply offended and his immediate reaction was anger “Fuck you! SLUTS!” Robbie yelled, drawing attention to the girls. Both quickly hurried away, frightened and embarrassed from the asshole shouting out his car at them. “Fucking cock teases” Robbie mumbled to himself as he sat back into the leather seat of his car. “Must of been a pair of pussy munchers!” Robbie laughed to himself, the only way he could explain it was that they must have been gay to not find him worth pursuing. After all he was fucking handsome, muscular, had a great sense of style, had a great car, pots of money and if they had stuck around they would have found out he was hung like a fucking racehorse! “Fuck them” Robbie grumbled, the whole incident still playing on his mind, no one dismissed him just like that, especially women. While Robbie continued to be bothered by the simple interaction that did not go his way the Trickster leant in close to his ear. This was going to be fun.

Monday, August 30, 2021

Full Power - Brett



The Trickster grinned as he looked at the little beach town he now found himself, it would be a perfect place for him to flex his magical muscles and of course enjoy the sunshine. Often he was forced to hide in the shadows but at peak power he no longer had to, the green mist camouflaged him until he decided to show his form to the unlucky soul that happened to garner his attention. See, it was a long walk down to the beach and many mortals were milling around, enjoying the hot summer weather and all of them were at risk of losing the life they loved so much. The first unfortunates were a group of guys on a lads night out, all heading towards a bar to start pre-gaming for the evening to come. They were obnoxious, loud dopes that the Trickster could have easily mistaken for gorillas if it weren’t for the clothing. The group of men were hollering and cheering loudly as one finished a beer, one called Wally who easily weighed 300 pounds of muscle and fat pulled down his pants and showed his huge, creamy, pale arse to the group causing raucous laughter which only increased when the moron unleashed a putrid booming fart. Everyone around was disgusted by them, they were animals, entitled narcissists that felt the world belonged to them, just the group the Trickster was hoping to find. The green demon observed the group again looking for the optimum target to degrade and destroy. He watched as another guy who was smartly dressed and clearly well off called Payton wolf-whistled at a group of girls and then called them whores as the horrified women flipped him off and scurried away. They were good targets but not the best, but soon the Trickster found the one...Brett.

Sunday, August 1, 2021

At full power at least for a day

 


Another day, another bunch of victims to transform and torture. The trickster smiled as he had been especially busy lately, granting wishes to hundreds of poor souls who happened to utter their desires too close to the green demon. The Trickster clenched his fists, his power radiating through him, after that wish last night he was finally at the peak of his powers again. Cackling the Trickster recalled the poor man staring at his laptop who only wished to be happy, he looked so frightened as his skin turned as black as the night sky and his whole body started to drip and liquify. The scared screams were music to the emerald Trickster’s ears as the man’s body and features melted away until only a black puddle was left of the floor. The quivering puddle of what used to be the man so desperately wanted to shout as he saw the green smoke approach his new liquid form, a syringe appearing out of nowhere only made him sob and cry more as he felt his new body being sucked up. Weeping the liquid man watched as his room, his home disappeared in the green fog as he was transported to his new location where he would be most certainly would be happy. Suddenly, a louding buzzing could be heard as a new room materialised around the sobbing man. Posters of intricate art and designs covered the walls, rock music played loudly, what appeared to be some sort of table laid out in the centre next to a chair became the scared man’s focal point. The syringe he was kept in hovered over a small plastic pot and without warning violently squirted him in. The man yelled as his senses mixed as his body tumbled over itself and swirled around, he seemed tiny now, no more than a small cup for a man, a boring pot of black liquid shaking in its new container with no way to move or escape.

It was then the door to the room slammed open as a drunk giant man stumbled into it soon followed by a heavy set, older man covered in piercings and tattoos. The unremarkable pot of black liquid tried desperately to shout for help but soon stopped trying not because it was useless but because sheer fear overcame him as he realised just how insignificant he was as the obsese man slumped into the chair next to him causing him to wobble and shake. What was happening to him? Why was he here? Why was he a drop of black goo? Why was he so small?! The questions were endless and only caused the man more panic, just what the Trickster enjoyed.

From his vantage point above the Trickster watched as the drunk man stumbled to the comfortable table in the middle, pulled down his jeans and underwear to reveal his plump, rounded ass.

“Are you sure you want to do this man? Seems like you will regret it?” The obese tattooed man said as he readied some equipment.

“Just do it, I lost a bet to the lads and this is what I have to do!” The drunk man said before almost collapsing onto the table, his butt out and ready.

“Fine but I don’t want any complaints when you have sobered up.” The gruff man huffed as he turned on his tattoo gun and readied the small pot of black ink.

The Trickster grinned as he heard the pleas from the puddle of ink as the tattoo gun was dipped into his liquid body and part of him was taken away. It must have been an unimaginable sensation having part of your body ripped away from the rest of you, then forcefully implanted into the skin of another. From what the Trickster could tell from the crying, weeping and begs for mercy it must not have been pleasant. The poor man had already lost his arm, nose, ears and foot to the prodding needles and now he felt his eye taken from his body and forced into the soft flesh of the drunk man, it was gone but only for a second as his vision soon returned but now he could see the ceiling of the room. At first the sentient puddle of ink was relieved at least he wasn’t being torn apart piece by piece until nothing was left of him, he was just being transferred. However, the brief, tiny positive was short lived as the ink man then realised what that meant for him and his life, he was becoming a tattoo, a living tattoo and on the arse of some drunk lad!

That’s when the crescendo of crying and panicked screaming hit and the Trickster's smile grew. The man could only weep as the last of him was deposited into the squishy, fatty skin of the arse cheek, he tried desperately to move but he couldn’t, he tried to shout but he couldn’t, he wanted to end it all rather than live out this nightmare but he couldn’t. He was nothing but ink now, imprisoned in the layers of skin of his new owner, trapped on the side of some drunk guy’s ass.

“All finished” the gruff man said, giving the drunk man a hard slap on the back. “Mirror’s over there.”

For the crying sentient tattoo, his new world shook and jiggled as he was moved without his consent. As the drunk man's butt moved it allowed for the stench trapped inside the hairy crack to escape and gave the living tattoo its first whiff of sweaty unwiped arse. The tattoo man couldn't shout any louder, he couldn't struggle any more, no matter how much he thrashed or screamed he just had to endure the disgusting smell of his new owners arse. He realised now he was completely powerless, he had no control, he was now just a passenger, a decoration on the buttocks of a man he had never met before, left to smell the odours that would always escaped the dirty hole that was just inches away. As the drunk man shuffled over to the mirror his new tattoo got a good look at what it had become. He was once a man, he once had friends, family and a life but now he had none of that, now he was a tattoo. A tattoo that would be plastered on an arse cheek, sniffing farts, watching his new owner pass shits and for the rest of his life being trapped in sweaty, skid marked stained underwear. The man would never be found, he would never receive any break from his new smelly, foul existence and he would never stop weeping and crying for help. However, if anyone ever saw him they would say he sure looked happy!



The Trickster laughed as he recalled the man’s fate, how he cried as the underwear and jeans were pulled up over him sealing him away and trapping him in as his owner unleashed the first fart with his new living tattoo. His pitiful sobs grew distant as he disappeared into the world nothing but a smiley face enduring the rancid shit smelling air of a party going lad. the Trickster giggled he was sure the man would still crying as his drunk owner woke up with the beer shits and farts.

Yet, with that wish the Trickster was oozing power, so much of it that he no longer needed the wish of mortal to use his powers. For now he could have whatever fun he wanted, no restrictions, no need for desire or lust, just helpless humans ready to be transformed. It may only last a day before he would need to start all over again and regain his power but it would be worth it. The green demon cackled as the green cloud of smoke glided through the air heading for the nearest town to torture and torment.

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Country boy



Tristin couldn’t help but readjust his crotch as he watched his neighbour lay out onto his hammock. Tristin had only come home for the weekend and he had spent most of it in his childhood bedroom peeping out the curtains at Holden, the big slab of muscle next door. Tristin bit his lip as he watched the beefy, hairy hunk lazily stretch out, showing off his furry abs, thick forest like armpits and boulder like biceps. Tristin could see the sweat glistening across Holden’s body from a long day of working the field and tending to the animals, the big dumb brute had worked his muscles hard and now was relaxing in the sun with a beer. Tristin moved his hand down to his rapidly hardening cock as continued to watch Holden get comfortable, his large, hairy, melon-sized pecs jiggling and bouncing as he swayed in the hammock. It was then that Holden raised his right arm and lent his face close to his pits, the simple jock pulled away in disgust but then chuckled in delight at the stench, he then grabbed his beer and laid back to bask in the sun. Tristin could have cum there and then at the very sight of the smelly, furry beast delighting in his own musk, he could no longer just watch as Tristin found himself running into the bathroom, his jeans and underwear already around his ankles as he locked the door. Slamming his own tight bubble butt onto the toilet, Tristin started to jerk his cock vigorously as a wisp of green smoke appeared over his head and the thought of Holden smelling his pits replayed in his mind.