Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 4 "Frank"

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 4 "Frank"

"The amount of your loan debt is 12 567 Dollars. We kindly ask you to repay your loan or we will have to demand money in court. Have a nice day." The robot on the other end of the wire hung up.

 Frank put the phone on the nightstand and took a deep breath... He was ready to cry. About a year ago, he was fired from his job. In their opinion, he became too old, fat and his vision deteriorated, so he could no longer work in the factory. Frank had to sell the apartment and take a loan for a small house by the sea. It was on the porch of the house and went Frank. Before him was a beautiful landscape of the coast. Frank looked over at themselves. He was already 54 years old, he was gray, fat and wore huge glasses, without which he could not even see his fingers...

"How can I repay this loan?"Said Frank, raising his head to the sky, as if he was talking to someone...

 At this moment, his room turned on the TV. Frank quickly went into the house to turn it off, but stopped with the remote control in hand. A nice girl was advertising. 

"Do you need money to buy a new house, a car or just to pay the loan? Mr. Turns needs workers. Your age and work experience is not important. Just come to the country mansion. There's work for everyone. Write the address..." She dictated it, and Frank immediately wrote it down in my notebook. Not wasting a minute Frank mesmerized got into his old Ford and drove to the address. After a couple of hours Frank was on the spot. Rounding the perimeter of a huge mansion Frank went to the pool.

On one of the sun loungers lay the owner of the mansion in only swimming trunks and sunglasses. Next to him was a young blond guy and grilled sausages.

"Valentin. Don't forget to fry the vegetables too" Said a man.

"Bien sûr, maître. Je n'oublierai pas." The young man answered.

Frank looked at the man. He was kind of late in his 30s. Nice dark skin and big muscles. Dark hair and and a shiny smile.

"Ahem. Hi, I'm here to get a job."Said Frank, a bit nervous. 

The owner lowered his glasses and looked at Frank from head to toe. The young man at the grill started, but did not even turn, like something afraid. 

"Well. Very well. My name is Mr. Thurns. You're Mister...”

"Just Frank." 

“Good, Frank. I have a job for you. Do you like cleaning the house?"

“I'm not doing it well. But when I have no choice, I have to clean the house." 

"Wonderful. Then you'll be my new maid."

“Maid?"

"Yes, Frank. Something embarrassing you? Don't worry, you will succeed. I'll pay you handsomely. How about $ 2,000 a week?"

“How much?! I agree. Where do I sign?" Frank's eyes lit up. 

"Here" Mr. Thurns pulled out a paper and a pen as if from the air. As soon as the last drop of ink touched the paper, Frank felt he couldn't move. 

"What the hell is going on?!"

“Dear Frank, you just signed a contract with me. Let me tell you that in my mansion, all the employees are models who speak different languages for safety reasons. Now join them."

Frank felt his weight and huge belly deflate like a balloon. All his fat melted in a minute. His t-shirt was now hanging on him like a hoodie, and his pants slept on the floor. His skin was firm and young. Years ago for Frank. Muscles were filled with strength and elasticity. Now they bulged under the skin with a beautiful relief. Frank now was in 2 times thinner, than until this.His muscles swelled, and his skin turned a beautiful pale color. His graying hair had once again turned dark. His bald head began to overgrow, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed. With each breath, Frank could now see his chest muscles surging forward. His stomach became flat, and then 6 abs cubes peeked out from under the remaining subcutaneous fat. His cock became longer and thicker until it reached 7.5 inches. His hands felt the power of youth and clenched involuntarily. His face was rearranging. Took eyes are almond-shaped and dark steel. Los forehead and cheekbones became more distinct and beautiful. Frank became a different person... Frank could move again. He ran up to the pool and looked at his new look.

"私の主です！ 私は若いです。 私ンや若きます。 ございます！" Frank shut his mouth in fright.

 "Now you speak Japanese like a true Japanese" Put on these pants, shirt and shoes and start cleaning my bedroom." Mr. Post said. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Now I will address you by the name of Akio."

Akio bowed to his master and happily went to clean the house. He could not even dream of such a job, and in it is also well paid.

Hey I am a small Mexican nerd and have always wanted to become a dumb jock with big muscles and only wears jock straps to show off my big dick and while I am rich and gay and have a boyfriend

Dumb Jock, you say? I think I can do something for you... I recently visited the Outland. There I came across a magic shaman well in the most dangerous forest. Water from it, according to local beliefs, is magical and fulfills desires. I dipped into this water stuff that I had on hand: several amulets, sheets of parchment, a ring, a cap and (I couldn't resist) a couple of my jockstraps. And now I want to give them to you. You can wear them right now. Oh, bro, are you okay? You lost your balance. Sit down until your transformation is over. I can already see your muscles starting to swell. More and more. Your mind is gradually erased... You're smelling your new scent: a mixture of sweat, unwashed hair and sperm. You smell awful. What are you waiting for? You just got off practice. You wanted to be a DUMB Jock. So now you're really stupid. Your Mexican roots are slowly fading away. Now you look like a standard American football player: blonde hair, powerful body, huge cock.

All the girls are yours. Oh sorry how could I forget! Now you don't care about girls... Ahhh, I don't think your current boyfriend would approve. You want to know who he is?

 You know him. You've been playing Midfielders on your lacrosse team for 3 years. Here he is. I think you guys need a good chat in the locker room.

Wish Stone

Harry looked up at the high tree trunks. He didn't recognize them. "I think I'm lost in this damn forest!"Said Harry with regret.

 He should have invited some of his friends to go camping, but he preferred to go alone. He needed to find what he once saw in an old book in a closed Department of the library. Wish Stone. In the book he took with him, told about the location of the stone and how to use it. At first Harry thought it was another urban legend, but curiosity was stronger than common sense. Harry gathered his things in a backpack and went to the forest to the old bridge. The locals called it the Troll Bridge. This is the place the book was about.And now, after a few hours of wandering through the forest when Harry thought he was lost, he saw a bridge.

Harry ran to the bridge and peeked under him. As the old book said, there lay a beautiful stone with many facets. He shimmered with all the colors. Harry checked the image in the book against the real stone. It was precisely the stone of desires! Now Harry can make a wish. But there was one condition. Magic doesn't just happen. The stone will suck a little of Harry's intelligence. He was a smart young man and he will not be difficult to share his brains. Harry took the stone in his hand and made a wish. "I want to be muscular, tall and handsome, so that everyone envies me"

The stone flashed several times with different colors and then evaporated into a cloud of fog to appear under the bridge a few years later. 

Harry sensed, that him feel hot, although in the forest was quite damp and cool... Harry could not tolerate this heat and began to undress until he was left alone in his green underwear. He could feel his muscles inflating, his veins pulsing under his skin. His lean body began to inflate with muscle. Now he could discern his slender abs and strong biceps. Harry could hear his bones breaking and spine stretching, causing him to be several inches taller, but he didn't feel any pain. Only heat and pleasure. His ass started to swell until it formed a beautiful butt. His face became more beautiful and refined. His hair was a shaggy hairstyle worn by all the school Hotties. His eyes turned bright green instead of his usual brown eyes. Their color became similar to the color of his underwear. The skin became darker, and all the pimples immediately left, leaving the skin surprisingly smooth. Harry felt a wave of arousal coming from his bulge. His cock started to lengthen to big 9 inches and his balls started to inflate. 

He lowered his underwear to his knees. He started stroking his new cock. With his other hand, he crumpled his balls. He was so pleased and did not want to think about anything. His thoughts and intellect accumulated in his balls, creating a new portion of sperm. After a few minutes Harry cum and the long tapes of ejaculate fell on The Troll Bridge.

Harry felt a lot dumber. His IQ wasn't much higher than 80. He put on his underwear back and felt as if an unknown force was pulling him somewhere. He succumbed and found himself on a hot beach. Harry saw many people on this beach met a hot handsome man that appeared out of nowhere. He knew they were all jealous of him.

This story was born from the idea of my colleague: musclegrowthmaker123. Thank you.

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 2 "Charlie"

Charlie was driving his car. It was dusk and Charlie was hoping to find somewhere to Park the car, to get some sleep in the car. He's been traveling around town for weeks looking for a side job. A couple of days he worked as a courier, then was a babysitter, and still loaded boxes in the port. Charlie was a normal cute kid who moved to America from England when he graduated from University. He thought he'd find a job in America fast. He had short blonde hair and green eyes. Charlie was regularly running and cooing, but his muscle was far from perfect. Now he drove up to the new city with new opportunities. Charlie switched the radio. 

"I believe I can fly" this song has already bored Charlie. He switched it.

 "Criminal news: Wanted by a Winston Buckett who disappeared a week ago. He left home and never came back. Distinguishing characteristics: blond hair, average height..."Charlie switched it.

"We have Hollywood stars in the Studio again..."Charlie switched again.

"And now advertising. You looking for work? Are you diligent and enterprising? Are you persistent and know how to improve relations? Mr. Turns offers to work for him in his country house. He is looking for young people for the position of cook, poolboy, assistant gardener, waiter and others. A large salary, accommodation in the mansion and a good vacation are attached. If you are interested, write down the address"

Charlie remembered the address and decided to immediately send his car there. He drove up to the mansion. This house looked perfect. The spray of the fountain rose. The lawn was perfectly trimmed. From the hedge stood a man with shears and alone speedos. "It must be the gardener" Charlie thought. The man Looked at him with wide eyes and began to speak.

"Bana yardım et. Burada irademe karşı tutuluyorum. Git. Sen de başka birine dönüştün."

"Sorry, man, I don't understand Turkish."Charlie picked up the pace. The Turks still said something after him, until Charlie came to the door. He pressed the bell button and the bell rang throughout the mansion. Immediately same the door opened. On the threshold came a solid man in a suit and tie. Gray hair fought her way on his temples and he smiled snow-white smile. 

"Arik, stop talking. Take care of your duties.”The Turkish guy turned to the bushes and continued to cut them. 

“Hello, my name is Mr. Thurns. You must be here for the job."

"My name is Charlie. It's nice to meet you. You're right, I'm looking the job. I was hoping to work for you."

 "Wonderful. Go inside."

Charlie followed the owner of the mansion. They walked into the room, Charlie was able to call the office.

"So you want to work for me? I have one position available. Pool-boy. What you think?"

“Hm, I have never tried such a work before" 

"Never mind. You'll learn quickly You know all the conditions, Charlie? Just sign the contract." Charlie went to the table and saw on it a sheet of paper with small handwriting and a pen. Charlie did not hesitate to put the signature. He turned to Mr. Turns and was horrified. The man's eyes burned bright blue. Charlie felt his body freeze in place and did not move. 

"Oh honey, you signed the contract and now you're all mine. Let me read you what you signed." Mr. Thurns took a leaf and began to read it. "The undersigned undertakes to undergo a cycle of transformation to change nationality, because only foreigners who know different languages work in Mr. Thurns' house.  Also, this man will live and work in Mr. Thorns ' house indefinitely. The right to terminate the contract is reserved to Mr. Thurns." Charlie was confused. What is the transformation of nationality?

It was at this moment that Charlie felt dizzy. The whole office was wrapped around him. Charlie was afraid he'd vomit on the expensive carpet. His skin started to get more tanned. His muscles swelled with great speed, his biceps ripped his sleeves, and his chest muscles lifted his shirt up. Tanned skin became smooth and hairless. Charlie could feel his cock starting to grow in his now tight pants. The eggs are swollen and the foreskin is gone. Charlie felt the changes affect his face and head. Blonde hair started to grow fast until it became long below the ears. They began to curl and darken until they were the color of resin. His cheekbones became sharper, his eyes turned into black coals, his eyebrows became thick, and his lips swelled. His whole face had changed.

"So, the new pool boy. Your name isn't Charlie anymore, it's Carlos. You're Mexican. Your dress code is just white speedo and the necklace around your neck.. Your job is to look after my pool in the backyard.” Charlie, now Kalos is sitting on the carpet, exhausted. He feels so excited. 

"¿Por qué habéis hecho esto? Yo podría, y sin esta transformación, a trabajar para usted" Carlos said in Spanish. He was surprised. He thought he would speak English, but his tongue transformed it into Spanish.

"So I have a guarantee that you will not escape, because you have nowhere to go and no one will understand. You don't understand what the Turkish guy told you, do you?" 

"Esto también transformado chico?" Carlos was amazed

"Yeah. It's the missing Winston a week ago. Good hot boy, like you.You can take a shower on the second floor and go clean the pool. Good luck with your new life. If you work for me well, I will return you to your old life and pay you handsomely. Until then, go work" 

Carlos took a shower, constantly stroking his new 9 inch cock. He cum right in the shower. It is now Mexican cum was sprayed all over the wall of the shower. Carlos went down to the pool and grabbed his hand. He really didn't know what to do now. He just had to obey and start cleaning the pool...

Don’t Bully My Staff

I run a special type of business: dealing with fantasy, the human body, and the love to be served. Before you get a wild idea, it isn’t exactly an escort service, more of a way for men to feel more manly. I have about 30 or so twinkish guys who bring my clients many different things. It ranges from bottle service, butlers, and even go go dancers. I’ve never had an unhappy client, but I have had a few who became too much for my boys to handle. 

I’m protective of my boys, they work hard and I expect my clients to treat them right. If they don’t, well lets say they don’t stay clients for long. Take Aaron Martin for example. He may look good, but inside that boy is nothing but a hot mess. He’s a trust fund child with some sort of complex where he needs to make men feel inferior to him.

I finally had my last straw when he gave Ben a verbal smack down over a wink. I couldn’t continue to watch him treat my staff like this. Ben slunk back behind the bar tears welling up in his eyes. I assured him that I would be taking care of Aaron. Ben watched me add a little powder to the drink much like many of my other guys had. “Please go take this to him. Tell him it is on the house.“ Ben did as requested. I had hopes that Aaron might make amends for his actions. He might even surprise me and do something kind. Sadly no such luck, as usual he snatched the drink from Ben and quickly sent him away. I just smiled as he took a sip of the beer. 

I waited until he was half way through before making my way over. Aaron immediately sat up knowing it was best not to piss me off. “Aaron why don’t you and I have a chat in my office?” He looked confused, but he got up and followed me as we made our way to the back where my office was. 

He stopped being cordial once I shut the door. “What the hell?! You better not be kicking me out! I’ll buy the property and triple your rent.” I smiled at his threats and sat down across from him. 

“See, Aaron,” I said leaning in and putting my hand on his thigh. “I don’t think your threats are going to work with me. I’m not some guy you can bully around.” I gave his thigh a squeeze and he flinched. I was testing his muscle, feeling his thighs bulking up a little in those track pants he always wears. “You know, I’m shocked you didn’t order something more fruity. It is your taste after all.” I watched as he got confused, the beer was almost gone, but now he looked at it in disgust. 

“Would you like another drink?” I asked, requesting something more favorable to be brought by Ben. He gulped, but nodded. Ben wasted no time handing me the drink. “Here Aaron, take a sip.” I handed over the colorful fruity drink and he took that first sip. He let out a little moan and I smiled seeing how easy it was to trick the mighty jock. 

“Now Aaron, I can’t have you treating my boys the way you do. They deserve your respect.” He nodded and I looked up to see his black locks lightening. “See, when you see one of them. You need to smile at them and be courteous. Does that make sense?” He frowned a little, but took another sip. It lightened his mood as he nodded and smiled this time. His face was softening, growing a little bit of his baby fat back. 

The next few sips he took pushed him over the edge. The muscle in his arms dwindled, but it didn’t stray too far as his ass grew slightly. It was time to start changing my tactics. “Aaron, you do understand that you need to make sure the clients are happy.” I waited for his reaction as he took another sip. He was fighting it, but he finally nodded. I smiled as his hair finished lightening into blonde. Not even his father would recognize him now. 

I watched his eyes noticing how he kept glancing down towards my jeans. Everything was going according to plan. The straight jock inside him was slowly losing out as the gay twink stepped forward. “Aaron, can you tell me what you plan to do in order to have a successful career here?” 

Those bright eyes of his lit up at the possibility of a job. “Well sir,” he said in a higher pitched voice. “I plan to make sure every client is treated as best as they can. I am willing to do whatever it takes. I can even shadow under someone if you feel that would be best.” His drink was almost gone.

“That’s a fantastic idea, but lets see how you look in a uniform before I make a decision.” I leaned over opening a drawer and pulled out a thong. “Go put this on.” He reached out taking them without hesitation, his drink empty. “Yes sir! I’ll be right back!” 

He left and quickly made his way back. The drink worked better than I anticipated, his old jock body had rearranged itself to fill him out in the right places. 

“I think we will be a perfect fit, don’t you think so Aaron?” He nodded vigorously giving in. It sucks losing a patron, but Aaron has quickly adapted to his new life. I know Ben is more appreciative as he guy who once tormented him, now follows him like a shadow. I think he even bosses Aaron around now from time to time. Not that Aaron cares, they never do when they decide to join me. 

290 followers!!! Amazing!!!

Almost 300 people are reading my blog, and I hope they like it. I created it in the first place to realize my fantasies and to communicate with many bloggers who I read anonymously (I have to hide my orientation). And now I myself become a kind of blogger. It's funny. On such a occasion want do a small game (I love role-game). Recently I was in one of the cities of outland and found there a small suitcase of things. He had a lot of clothes. Very different. I suggest anyone who wants to choose one of the things (be careful, your choice depends on your transformation). 

If you wish, I can publish your request or make it in private chat. Just tell me. And here's a list of things ;)

1. Khaki shorts.

2. Black shorts with flowers.

3. White cap.

4.Yellow sport breeches.

5. Blue singlet.

6. White hoodie.

7. Black leather jacket.

8. Grey sweatpants.

9. Orange beach shorts.

10. Denim shirt.

11. Black tank top.

12. Red shirt.

13. Dark purple tank top.

14. Black boxers.

15. Red pants.

16. Black jeans.

17. White Polo.

18. Sweater color of the American flag.

19 black sports shorts.

20 Boxers with a pattern of skulls.

21. Breeches with suspenders.

22.White boxers.