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Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 1 "Winston"

Winston was desperate. More recently, he worked in a large restaurant chain as a waiter, but one fateful day he was careless and rude to the son of the Manager. On the same day, Winston lost his job and now can no longer dream to get a job in some other restaurant.

Winston's been looking for a job for 2 months. Any work. His savings came to an end, and the owner of the apartment, which was rented by a young man told him that if he did not pay, he would throw him out on the street.

Winston was a perfectly normal 21-year-old. He had blonde hair, blue bright eyes, and medium build. He could not boast of a strong abs or a long cock, but his boyish cute face won the hearts. Typical American guy whose smile made all the girls go to College.

Now Winston was lying on his couch and looking at the "Work" column in the new paper.

Winston already wanted to shut down the paper without finding anything. But here at the bottom he found an ad.

 "A permanent job in a country house requires a servant. Butler, cook, gardener, pool boy, maid, security guard and others. Preferably men. Wages are high, accommodation and food are provided. Excellent vacation once a year."

Below was written the address. Winston was surprised that the phone was not written. Winston wrote the address down on his notebook. He wanted to check it against the paper, but when he looked again, the announcement was gone. "What the hell?"Winston thought, but decided to go to the address.

After 2 hours, Winston was on the verge of a huge mansion. In front of him was a beautifully trimmed lawn and a small fountain

Winston rang the bell. Literally a minute later the door was opened by the owner of the house. It was a tall man in his late 40s Tanned face was fringed with a dark beard with a little grey. The white Bathrobe was draped over the muscular body. "He's probably lifting a lot of weight in the gym," Winston Thought. 

"Hello, I'm Mr. Turns."The man held out his strong palm. "You must have come on the announcement in the newspaper?”

"I am? Yeah, sure. My name is Winston."

 "Come, Winston." the Man grabbed the young man by the shoulder and aggressively led him to his grandson, closing the door on the latch.

"So you're looking for a job, Winston?"The landlord was straightforward. "I can hire you as my gardener. I bought this house recently and my garden and lawn is now in a terrible state" 

"Gardener? But sir, I've never worked as a gardener, I'm afraid I won't..." Winston began to protest.

"Nonsense. You'll learn quickly. You have to agree. You need money, right? I'll pay $ 1,000 a week. Plus Accommodation, food and paid vacation," 

Winston wanted to agree. He was ready for anything. But something about this stranger was wrong... Everything was too good... Too much. 

"Okay, on the hands of" Winston held out his hand. Mr. Turns shook hands. In the second hand he already held a few papers and a pen. 

"Just sign the contract here. It's just a formality."

Winston mesmerized took the pen and signed the papers. 

"Excellent!"Mr. Thorns' eyes began to glow bright blue.

 "What happens?!"Winston dropped his pen. He felt his body go numb. He stood frozen in the middle of the hall and could not even move a finger. 

"My dear boy, you just signed a contract with me. Let me tell you a few terms of this contract."Mr. Thorns' eyes continued to glow, paralyzing Winston. "Firstly, this contract is indefinite and only I can break it, and secondly, only foreigners work in my house. No Americans. This is done to ensure that all the servants spoke different languages and was not able to organize a mass escape. It's just being careful. Third,in my house work only men with model -. I like to watch beautiful men work sometimes, and fourthly, only I set the dress code at work. Your dress code for this hot July month will be speedo alone"

"But sir. I'm an American and not a model. I'm afraid I don't fit your terms."

"My boy, it's easily fixable." the mansion Owner just snapped his fingers. In the same second Winston sensed that his head was spinning. He was sick. The young man tightly closed his eyes and prayed that it would all be over as soon as possible. Winston couldn't see himself from the outside, but his transformation had already begun. His skin was getting darker by the second. His muscles began to inflate and stretch his old clothes. Biceps increased at least 3 times. Huge pectoral muscles stretched his shirt so that the top 2 buttons came off with a whistle. His abs became more distinct and sculptural. Now Winston could boast of six distinct cubes on his abs! His legs swelled exponentially until they were huge and nearly ripped his pants. Foot size also increased by 3 sizes! His humble cock stretched out to the size of a large 8.5 inch snake in his pants. The balls fell with massive golf balls. But the main transformation was on Winston's face.

His blonde hair of medium length began to be drawn back into the skull. They became darker and tougher. On the temples them now did not exist. Such hairstyles Winston never wore! His darker face was now covered with bristles. As black and hard as the hair on his head. Blue eyes darkened with every second, until they were a rich brown. Eyebrows became darker and thicker. His chin became clearer and more courageous. Bristles turned into a well-groomed short beard. The nose, cheekbones, ears and forehead were transformed into a completely different face. After that, the New Winston opened his eyes and stared at his new employer.

"I love to watch the transformation! It's fascinating. Your name isn't Winston now. You're a Turkish guy named Arik. Now go to the bathroom on the second floor. Take a shower. You can play with yourself. Then put on your new speedo and get to work" Winston, and now Arik felt the paralytic spell receded.

"Bana ne yaptın! Beni geri getirin! Türk olmak istemiyorum." Arik slapped his lips in horror. He spoke Turkish?! 

"Don't try to escape.In this new look, you have nowhere to go.Now you can go and do my errands. Oh Yes. I'm the only one in this house will understand your words. Enjoy your new life.” Mr. Turns has retired to his bedroom. 

Arik, almost crying, went to the second floor to take a shower. He washed his new powerful body and played with his new big friend. After that, he fatally put on a narrow red speedo and looked at his new body in the mirror. Now he will have to work in this body gardener indefinitely... Maybe if he works well, Mr. Turns will give him back his old body and his old life?..