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.

Roots

A long overdue promise to my good friend @flynn1808. 

Dean was an average gay white millennial, struggling in the world, just to make ends meet. Dean literally lived paycheck to paycheck, as a matter of fact, he lived previous paycheck to previous paycheck.  Dean wasn’t happy, he could barely afford to eat, pay rent, or keep himself in shape. In his very little spare time, he admired people from afar, people he imagined having it better. One of his favorite people who randomly friended him on Facebook was Pedro, a a 36 year old stud from Mexico. 

Dean and Pedro had been chatting for sometime, and Dean was falling hard fro Pedro. In the evenings Dean and Pedro would chat in Spanish, which Dean thought was pretty awesome, because he was learning so much. Pedro had limited English, and Dean did his best with his limited Spanish. 

Even though Dean was broke, he really wanted to meet Pedro, so he started working a third job to save up and fly down to meet his crush. The time finally came when Dean had enough money, so he asked Pedro if he could come and visit, Pedro excitedly said yes. 

It was Winter in the States when Dean flew out of LAX airport, teeming with excitement. 

Thoughts racing through his head on the flight:

Maybe he is the one! Maybe we can start a life together. At least maybe we can have sex…..

All of these thoughts in his head, Dean didn’t even realize they had landed. AS soon as the doors opened, Dean forced himself through the crowd of people, making himself one of the first people off the plane.

He picked up his rental and sped off to Pedro’s address, barely containing himself. 

Finally arriving, he was a bit surprised at what he saw, because it didn’t look like the pictures. 

Maybe this wasn’t his actual home, he thought. 

It was little more than a shack, run down, and abandoned looking. Dean was not about to turn around, he had come too far. 

He went up to the building, pulled his hand back to knock only to hear a creaking noise as the door opened on its own.  

He cautiously crept into the house, making sure that it was safe. It seemed to be okay, it looked like someone was staying there.  Dean looked around some more, he began to recognize the things he saw in the pictures. Hats, clothing, and other items were exactly the same, which relieved him. He finally found a bedroom, which was kept up immaculately, it looked exactly how he thought it would. 

On the nightstand there was a ring, he had seen Pedro wear something similar and his curiosity peaked, so he picked it up and slid it on his middle finger and sat on the bed. All of the excitement seemed to tire him out and he found himself fast asleep within minutes of being on the bed.  

He had disturbing dreams, dreams of an old woman luring people from the United States and taking their nationalities, leaving them in Mexico. The weird thing was that this actually excited Dean, and as he slept he got hard. He wanted to be Pedro more than anything, which was a new encounter for the old woman. Dean actually faced the women in his sleep and told her he would willingly give her what she sought. This would make the job easier for her, she wouldn’t have to fight him and would take much less power. In return, the woman told him that she would leave some of his memory intact and that she would make sure that he was happy with his body in the new life he would have. Anger and spite usually left those who fought in rough bodies, but this would be different. 

Dean woke up suddenly, the ring was glowing and heating up, to a point where it hurt. He couldn’t remove it though, it felt like it was pulling on him. He he tried to scream but his efforts were cut short as his voice was pulled from his throat, the color drained from his hair, face, and the rest of his body. He couldn’t think, he thought he was going crazy, English words slipping from his minds grasp. Leaving only rudimentary knowledge. The assault on his brain continued as bits of knowledge were pulled out and replaced with new memories. His American education was being stolen, college years felt like they were running backwards, being replaced with memories of physical work, apprenticeships, and lots of sex. His brain was rewiring, he wasn’t just gay anymore, he was quickly becoming bisexual. 

Suddenly his body convulsed as his muscles began to tremble and twitch. He could feel the years of working out and physical work changing him. His gut pulled back as he fell to the ground. He felt his arms expanding, and his legs felt weak. The weakness was the spasms pushing his thighs out, his calves hardening, and his feet expanding. Concurrently his chest became more defined and his back muscles wound tight like a spring. His hands expanded while he felt that he was getting taller. The fact was, he shot up form 5 foot 6 to 6 foot 1 in a matter of minutes. 

Dean’s silent cries suddenly became audible, much deeper and differently accented than before. He rolled onto his back and held his face in his hands, hoping top stop the extreme pressure he was feeling. His face became angular and unimaginably handsome. He could feel his once light and spotty beard thickening, as it filled in with color and density. His hair became thick and dark, watching would have looked like black ink was spreading through his follicles. His once blue eyes taken from him flooded with deep black colouring, returning to perfect vision as the pressure subsided. 

Desiderio stood up and looked in the mirror, knowing that he was once Dean Flynn. Dean was no more, his whiteness would be given to a Latinx person who would become white to support their family from the USA.  Desiderio would do alright himself, he was a quick learner and could always find a gringo willing to pay good money for a bit of sex. 

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 3 "Max"

"The library closes in 15 minutes, Please Leave the books on the shelves in the designated places..."

Max shuddered at the sound of the speaker. He fell asleep on their pupils and quietly snoring. He needed to sleep before tomorrow's lectures, but he really wanted to go to his Dorm. These dumb jocks-the neighbors will once again mock him.  They call him the nerd and the glasses. That's true. Max was always a scrawny nerd. Even at 19, he looked younger. He had big glasses and a shaggy MOP of brown hair. He was dressed only in shirt and trousers. He's never been very dressy. He was shy and timid. It was his weakness. 

Max collected books and carried them to the shelf. And then I saw something on the floor. He picked it. It turned out to be a brochure about the work. 

"Are you tired of your life? Have you always wanted to earn a lot and live in a beautiful house? You have such a chance. Mr. Turns gaining a maid at his country mansion. An advantage for young people. Your age and appearance are not important. Payment is very generous. Accommodation and meals at the expense of the employer. Arrive"

Max was on edge. He's fed up with his life. I wanted a change of scenery. He decided to go and get the job. The very next day Max came to the address he had read in the brochure. A huge mansion with an excellent fountain and a well-groomed lawn. Apparently here has tried a good gardener. Max rang the doorbell. Nobody opened it. Max called and knocked for minutes, but there was no answer. Then he decided to come in the back. He rounded the mansion and went out to the backyard. There was a huge pool and a cute pool fight that cleaned the water with a big net.

"Excuse me, where can I find the owner?"Max Asked. The boy raised his head, looked at max and began to say something.

"Se vayan. No necesitas esa clase de trabajo. Él es un mentiroso. Se burla de ti, te convertirá en un pimpollo y obligará a trabajar!" Said the pool boy.

The guy turned around sharply, frightened. Before him stood a Man, much his higher. Dark hair was the color of resin, without a hint of gray. He looked like he was 40 years old. His beard was nicely trimmed. He was wearing a tracksuit and he had a towel around his neck. 

"I guess he just finished training," Max thought.

"You've come about the job? My name is Mr. Turns. I can offer you a job for me. Do you mind if we come into my kitchen? I have to drink a protein shake."

Max went into the kitchen followed by the host. 

"I read your brochure in the library. I'm bored with my life. It's the truth. I want a change of scenery and a place to live besides my Dorm..." 

"Nicely. I can offer you to be my cook. I'm tired of cooking for myself. You'll be working in this very kitchen. Sit down. I'll make myself a smoothie. " Mr. Thurns took the fruit out of the fridge and shoved in their mixer, added the powder and started mixing. Max looked around the kitchen in bewilderment. 

"But I never could cook, sir. Maybe you can find another job for me?"

“Don't worry, handsome, you'll learn quickly, just sign the contract." Mr. Turns handed max a Sheet and a pen and started drinking a cocktail.

"Handsome? He called me handsome?" Max thought. But the surprise with which the owner of the mansion gave him a contract forced max to sign it, almost without thinking. Mr. Thurns took the contract. 

"And now the most interesting, handsome Max. You have to match your position." the Man clapped his hands and his eyes lit up blue. Max looked at it and couldn't move. He could feel his ass growing on the chair. His pants felt narrower as his hips and legs began to increase. Shoes were torn apart. 

"What's happening to me?"тMax screamed in horror, still not moving. 

"Only beautiful models work in my house, Max. And only foreigners. I need employees who will stay with me for a long time. Who can not go back to a past life, because no one recognizes them there."

The buttons on max's shirt started to fly off in all directions when his chest started to swell. His abs became clearly visible. The biceps swelled, tearing the sleeves. His back was expanding, pumping up his muscles. His clothes could not stand his onslaught anymore and fell on the floor with scraps. Max remained only in his underwear, which barely on it has rested. His humble 5 inch cock has grown to a powerful 9 inch. Now Max was like those bullies who humiliated him. His face began to change. Acne is gone and hair has taken the form of hairstyles. He became blond. His lips were slightly swollen and eyes changed color to dark brown. The nose, ears, chin and forehead were reconstructed, creating the face of the classic model of clothing. Max could move again. 

Mr. Thorns threw him a purple t-shirt and black sweatpants. "Don. It'll be your work uniform."Max was so shocked by his transformation that he silently obeyed the order. "And take this cap. We don't want your beautiful hair falling on the food you cook." Max put on his head cap. Immediately his head was filled with new memories of the recipes of delicious dishes and cooking. Max looked at himself in the reflection of the metal door of the refrigerator. His mouth opened in shock.

"Qu'est-ce que vous m'avez fait?! Quoi ?! Pourquoi je parle français?" Max said.

"I think French cuisine is considered to be the best. You can get to work. Dinner's coming. Make it superb. By the way, your name isn't Max anymore. You're Valentine. The excellent Maestro of French cuisine.” 

Mr. Turns went to the pool to swim before eating, and Valentine began to wash the vegetables and cook dinner. That's his job now...

This is another request made from causalpatrolperfection an he also does muscle growth blogs to and so please go follow him.

As you won a trip to Mexico you get sad because of the plane ride from Russia all the way to Mexico. Once you go to the plane to and land you go to your hotel and leave all your things in hotel room. You see this old run down shop and you these boxers that are still perfectly sad in the package and it says on the package “this brief can make you become a man from where your at.

You go back to you hotel room after you were done taking the boxers home. You soon take a shower and go to the beach and take the boxers to put them on at the beach. You get to the changing room and take off all your clothes and put on the boxers leaving and don’t put on your shoe and pants because you want a tan, but that leaves you showing off you skinny body and arms and legs. You soon see people leaving and going home, until it is just you and you soon see that there was a necklace with the package and put it on.

You were about to go home till you felt the boxers sending out heat to your body. You soon see your chest staring to hared and see your your upper chest gain pecs and as your belly get abs 6 pack and you soon start getting taller and you soon felel your arms inflating really big and you soon feel your arms rock hard and then the heat goes to your legs as they get muscular more muscular and you see veins popping around your body.. then the heat goes to your face, as you feel your face getting chiseled and you face getting cheek bones and your eyebrows get thicker.

The all the heat go to your dick and balls. you see the balls go to the size of tennis balls and your dick gets bigger then it was before even though it was big before. You soon feel your cock get thicker and longe. Then your all the heat goes to your butt, as it gets big and soon you stretch out the boxers to look like a speedo. You soon forget your old Russia life and gain a New Mexican life where you don’t know Russia, but Latin. You soon fell horny and you cum in the boxers that now look like speedo. You go in to the water to wash off the cum and see that once you come out your hairs is longer and you are more tanned then usually. You soon see that you are now interested in men instead off women and you wait by the room now and wait for a gay muscular guy, so you horny dick can get some big ass. You still keep the necklace and now speedo, so you can show off your body.

soooo hooot...

Awesome Find

Tyler is an average 19 year old guy with some pudge on his frame and blond hair. Today his outfit was a pair of cargo shorts, some white low top Adidas, and a red plain t-shirt. He always wanted to fit in with the skater and surfer kids at his school along the coast but he never could get into shape. He got out of school early on Friday and decided to walk home instead of taking the bus like he usually does. Tyler decided to do some sightseeing and went over to the concrete runoff where he usually hangs out throwing rocks and such. He walked on passing a couple little bridges that go over when the one closest to his house had a random suitcase lying there. Tyler became curious and thought he’d take a peek inside it. “There’s always a chance of good stuff” he thought. Tyler unzipped it and was hit with a wave of musk coming from the clothes, he pulled back in disgust then came back after seeing the hot clothes. Tyler was never attracted to anyone so he never knew his orientation but when he saw the clothes he popped a boner and wanted to put them on. “This is wrong, I can’t just wear some nasty clothes out here or even change in public.” Tyler was conflicted but he ultimately gave in to the pleasure of wearing the clothes. He decided to kick off all his clothes and go naked as he grabbed the skinny jeans. Tyler searched in the suitcase for underwear but found a pair of nice musky boxers that he held up, sniffed, and moaned as his 4 inch cock was twitching. Tyler put them on and the jeans as he found the sneakers and noticed there we no socks, he shrugged it off. The sneakers were a size 11 while he usually wore a size 8, he didn’t care as his curiosity and pleasure tookover. The last thing to put on was the tight t-shirt and cap as he put them on and twisted the cap backwards. He started to feel a bit dizzy, he fell back but the concrete wall behind him kept him standing. His cock started to throb and get hot, he whipped it out and could tell something was wrong. “Wh-what the hell is going on bro?” Tyler covered his mouth as he never said bro and wasn’t raised like that. “Fuck dude I’m so horny, mmm I gotta jerk huhuhuh!” Tyler is scared but his overwhelming horniness and pleasure is making him not care as much. His hand starts stroking his cock as he sees it grow right in front of him, he also feels his arms, legs, and practically everywhere ache. “Unnfff fuuucckk dude!” Tyler moans out as his arm muscles start to grow replacing the fat and becoming a bit toned, even his stomach and waist fat is going away and showing abs. “Bro I look so fucking hot and my fuckstick is gonna get me all the guys huhuhuh!” Tyler shook his head, this can’t be him he isn’t gay or this muscled or have this big of a cock for all his friends to suck on. “No no no! Get out of my head!” Tyler sees his cock grow to 5 then 6 as his horny skater self starts to take over, he feels his feet and legs start to tingle as his upper body stops changing. “Bro my feet are gonna be worshipped by guys all day huhuhuh!” His feet grow from size 8 to 8.5 to 9 as they crack and stretch becoming musky along the way. “Fuuucckk they smell so sweet, I wanna lick them all over!” Tyler’s old self starts to fade away into his cock which is now nearing 7 inches and growing to 7.5 real quick. “Huhuhuh this load is gonna be massive dude!” Tyler’s new mind is Ty the skater as his feet finish growing to size 11 just about a half inch of wiggle room along with his cock being almost at 8 inches. “Bro here I cuuuummmm!!!” Ty squirts out gallons of cum out of his newly transformed body and 8 inch cock. Tyler is now a bunch of cum on the concrete, he enjoyed his last minutes though hehe. “Bro gotta get back to the beach, my friends wanna have an orgy huhuhuh!” Ty put his cock away somewhat and ran over to the beach, he’s enjoying his new life.

This story was made for @casualpatrolperfection I hope you and everyone else enjoys it! Forgive me for being so inactive but life happens you know.

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...