SRU Wizard Revenge
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Disclaimer: This story involves adult content. Please do not read if you find
transformation stories offensive.
Thanks to Bill Hart for this mighty story universe. If this tale came out right,
thank him. If it didn't, blame me. As always, please let me know what you think!
Thanks to Steve Z, Jen, Scott, and Tom for pointing out what should have been
obvious.
SRU: Revenge-TV
By Lucretia
Mike was walking through the mall heading to Radio Shack for an adapter for his
TV. He needed to add on a splitter to add another TV in his house.
He had been thinking about George lately. George was one of those people that
find cruel things amusing. Toying with people on-line, scratching people's cars,
throwing lit cigarettes at others; this was all the joy of an immature boy. At
19, George was no boy, but he still continued doing those annoying and
infuriating things as though he was some kind of Toy's R Us Kid. The kind that
never, ever grew up. He also had to be right every time. To give him the benefit
of the doubt, most of the time he was.
You might ask what Mike was doing caught up with him, but Mike was of another
kind of kid that never grew up. The kind that trusted too much, the kind that no
matter how much he tried, he ended up screwing up a good friendship. Zero common
sense. Not that he was stupid or anything, just lacking heavily in that
department. Weak was another good description. Zero guts, too. Luckily, he'd
never been in trouble, they had very few things in common. It also helped that
Mike hung on to friends with the tight embrace of a Grizzly Bear.
Their friendship (And a few other's) had broken up due to an argument between
the two. It went like this: They and a few other friends had been at Mike's
house. George had started playing with a picture of Mike's favorite Japanese
Anime character, namely adding a few "features" on the face. Mike, of course had
asked him to stop and them it turned into a full-blown screaming match, mostly
on Mike's part.
George had claimed that if Mike found a picture hidden in a buddy of theirs
system, that he would drop the whole thing. Rather than kicking him out, he went
looking for the picture, and to make a long story short had found it. George
asked him to delete it, then he smiled and claimed that now since the picture
was deleted it couldn't be found, thus claimed victory.
Well, Mike was enraged that George wouldn't admit failure. One thing led to
another and Mike almost bashed his head in. Mike never could keep his temper.
After that, other so-called "friends" began to disappear, and then...
Mike never saw it coming. He walked past Radio Shack, lost in his own thoughts
and promptly walked straight into a large wooden door.
THUD! It was a very loud bang and he recoiled, looking first to see if anyone
had seen him. He always did stupid shit like that, even at 21. Having seen no
one, he took a look at the damage. A bloody nose. Great!!
"Oh well" he thought to himself. At least he hadn't been driving. He looked up
and did a double take, pinching his nose to be sure he wasn't dreaming or
suffering from delusions.
Sure enough. The sign read "Spells 'R' Us"!
Now, Mike had read plenty of Spells R Us stories on Fictionmania. He loved many
of them. It had allowed him to escape reality and the assholes that went along
with it. He also wanted to have SRS someday. He had always suspected George had
thought of him a freak after he told him of his wishes and well...
He shook his head and promptly walked in. The stuff was amazing to him. He saw
various pieces of the stories he had read here and there. This was all too real!
"How can I help you, Mike?"
The wizard had stepped out of the back room and while Mike had gawked at the
stuff here, he walked behind the counter. Mike had always found the name trick a
very nice touch.
Mike walked up to the counter and looked at the old man.
"Well, I guess you know better that I do" Mike replied.
The wizard promptly burst out laughing. "I guess I do," he had finally said,
ending with a chuckle. "That would run you $500"
Mike's jaw came unhinged. He didn't even have $500! He didn't even have a job to
pay back any kind of loan either!
The wizard promptly went rolling to the floor with laughter. He got up
chuckling. This was too good!
"Now Mike, what do you think a wizard like me needs with all the money I take in
here? Really? Oh, sure I have bills to pay, but I have more than enough for
that!"
Mike simply did not know. Delusion or not, this WAS entertaining!
"Now Mike, I just need a small favor from you. After you leave here today, I
need you to pick up a harem outfit from another one of my customers. Oh, I could
do it, but I can't leave the store. Rush hour in Japan, you understand?"
"Sure!" Mike couldn't help grinning.
"Okay, I'll be back in a minute with your very own Revenge-TV."
Revenge-TV? Mike thought disjointedly. Did he say...
"Yes I said Revenge-TV" The wizard's voice came out of the back room.
In a few minutes he came back with two items. One was a WEB-TV unit with a
keyboard, and the other was a small plastic box with a button on it
"Before you ask Mike, the small box is a body modifier. Push the little pink
button and be transformed into your idealized self-image. Not to mention your
ideal mind"
Before he could ask what the wizard meant by THAT, the wizard handed him the
items and pointed toward the door. "Sorry, but one of my clients is going to be
early. So see you later.
Mike promptly walked out the door. Before he walked away he saw the store
dissolve into nothing and before that happened, he got a quick whiff of oriental
food. That reminded him that he was hungry and with not enough money for
something from the food court, he headed home.
After he arrived home, he remembered the favor for the wizard. He felt something
in his back jeans pocket and pulled out a note from the wizard.
Magic-Fax from Spells 'R' Us:
Please excuse my hurry in asking you to leave. The harem outfit is just
down the street, near the corner. Please deliver it back to the mall.
You'll find my night drop box near Sears. It's plainly marked.
Mike found the box and placed it in the drawer. The night drop disappeared.
When he arrived home, he promptly connected the unit, making sure to follow the
directions on the underside. Funny, it didn't need a phone line. He pushed the
ON button and his stereo gave a loud BEEP! His television flashed Brightly as
the unit powered up. He was asked to input the targets full name. Two minutes
after he put in George's full name, the screen displayed.
"Target lock confirmed. Image in 10 seconds."
The screen filled with an image of the local diner. Smoke haze obscured the
image once and a while as Mike looked out of George's eyes. He could hear in
full stereo sound what was going on. George was talking about the Ford Mustang
he would own someday.
Suddenly, the screen went blank. Mike blinked and noticed that a nearly
transparent menu was now on the right side. The options included body control,
mental status, apparel and outright physical transformation. Mike also noted
that a clock started counting down from 24 hours. Well, he thought, Can't have
something like this forever. That would be overkill.
He selected "Body Control" and felt his arm float upward. A grid-drawing of
George's body came up on the left. Mike was asked to select the body extension
or system he wanted control over. He selected the right arm and his own arm
assumed the current position of George's arm, which was resting on the diner
table. Mike moved George's arm quickly to the man sitting next to him, who just
so happened to be George's best friend Chris. Before he had a chance to do
anything, Mike had George's hand feeling up Chris's crotch through his jeans.
"What The FUCK..." he heard both George and Chris mutter. Mike quickly made
George's hand rub harder. Mike de-selected George's arm. The chaos that ensued
had Mike to the floor in tears. He just couldn't help himself! He looked up at
the screen again and observed George attempting to fight off the larger man. He
felt kind of sorry for Chris, but George received no mercy. In a flash of
inspiration, Mike selected body control again, and selected vocal control. Using
George's Voice, he screamed, "I just wanted to taste it!"
It was all to... to... RICH! Mike watched as the group of friends at the diner
leave one by one. George and Chris were kicked out, and soon George was alone.
Mike found a selection that allowed him to transfer a message to the target. He
typed in "Having fun yet George? It's going to get worse, slut!"
George whirled and looked around for the source of the voice. Finding none, he
looked up at the sky. Mike didn't want to know who it was so he kept silent.
This was quickly becoming a real turn on.
George walked into his apartment, angry at being used like some child's toy. Who
was using him, God? No, he was an atheist; there was no God.
"Strip, bitch!" Mike ordered.
"Fuck you!" George replied out loud.
Mike selected the transform bar and was greeted by dozens of possible bodies He
waved them all away and selected the custom setting. He selected female, then
various sizes for the body. He made a few bodily movements, and George was as
naked as the day he had been born. He selected the change.
George felt his manhood sliding backward into his pelvic area. Desperately, he
attempted to hold his penis from sliding back into his body, but that brought
incredible pain. His balls followed soon after.
"Don't worry, my little whore, soon you'll have plenty of cocks to make up for
it!"
He felt his chest expanding, first to the size of basketballs, then bigger in
minutes, his chest had swelled into melons big enough to be in an adult
sideshow. Next came the hips and ass. Finally, a better looking face.
George was forced to walk into the bathroom to look at his new body. Nice, Mike
thought to himself, as he looked at the female body in the full-length mirror.
The girl in the mirror looked like she was born only to fuck. Full lips, big
tits, big hips, and no dick! Almost perfect! He mused.
He lengthened George's already long and black hair a little more. The nipples on
those big melons increased to what looked like 4 inches in diameter. Mike
brought George down from once a mighty 6 feet to about 4 feet. George, who had
been 6 feet for at least half his life now found that he could barely reach the
bathroom sink! George begged to return to his normal body.
"We'll see"
Mike selected a leather skirt and a matching leather bra. After all, SOMETHING
had to support the weight on his chest. "He should thank me!" he laughed.
George saw the skirt and matching leather bra form itself around him. To that
had been added fishnet hose. Finally 9" heels were added for that "Fuck Me"
look. Now it was time to really get things going!
George (At Mike's command) drove to a local bar. Mike had made sure that a
police car pulled him over for speeding. Showing George's male ID had added to
the humiliation.
She waited in the parking lot. Finally three men who looked about 25 pulled in.
Mike had quickly mastered the use of the Revenge-TV. By the time that George had
pulled in to the parking lot, Mike had the scripts ready. It was easy to make a
sex script. Just indicate a position, and let the men do the rest. He didn't
worry about the men stopping when they had orgasms. A setting could make any
male nearby fuck to death. Lust, he thought, beautiful lust.
Now.
Before anyone of them had a chance to say or do anything, George pressed her
body against the male form on the right. His other two friends froze
unbelieving. George quickly snapped them out of their trance.
"I have 3 holes, you know!"
The degradation of the clothes, the body, and finally the advances his own
flesh, magically altered as it had been, was putting George on the brink of
sanity. His mind refused to let go and pretend this was simply a hellish
nightmare. Admitting that he could not deal with this would... would... what?
The four of them left the parking lot and went to a cheap motel. They had very
little conversation on the way. They paid the nights lodging. The men pushed the
beds together. George climbed on. She put herself on her hands and knees.
George finally saw that it was hopeless, futile to resist. When he had opened up
every orifice of her body, he knew. He was going to be used until he was raw.
"NOOO!" The final negation of the truth was also his last thought.
The men had quickly undressed, uncovering cocks with veins bulging. One man slid
his huge and purple-headed cock into her mouth. The veins pushed her lips wider.
The man grabbed her hair and pushed his member deep into her throat where she
began to suck and bob her head as fast as humanly possible. The other two men
had pulled off (ripped off, actually) the leather mini-skirt. One slid
underneath her and pushed his penis as far as it would go in. She quickly
synchronized the two in and out movements. The third plunged into her upturned
asshole. The four bodies moved in rhythm, the female setting the frantic,
mechanical pace.
Mike's dominant mentality, once suppressed in the depths of his mind, had been
running the show since the diner.
And she was a bitch.
For Mike, revenge had been served in the diner. But something had changed after
that. For years, Mike had known that everything was wrong. It just wasn't the
desire to be a girl anymore. It stopped when he had sex for the first time. A
man whom he had trusted had taken his sense of innocence away. After that, the
need to be female was just window dressing. He did not dress anymore. That part
had been maggot food as soon as the man had what he wanted. The dank levels of
depression made him what he was.
A person of need. Love was needed. He was well on the way to fulfilling that
need when he had walked into Spells 'R' Us. But Mike did not know that another
need had awoken that day. It was simple and neutral to good or evil. It was the
need for control. In the hands of one whom needs it, it rots their lives.
Controlling and degrading George filled that need. He could be called evil now.
Or a slave-junkie to that power of control. Same end-result.
Mike had watched, masturbating in frenzy. Physically, his balls had been empty
for a half-hour now. But he continued to orgasm as he watched George try and
break free of the Revenge-TV. Indicators had shown his levels of resistance
climb and drop. He watched intently as the first had man pushed his prick into
her mouth.
"MINE!" Mike screamed in gutter ecstasy.
Then it ended. The screen displayed "OVERLOAD" and the unit blew smoldering
plastic and bits of metal in a wide arc. One piece shredded Mike's face.
Minutes after the control unit blew the three men passed out from exhaustion.
The female did one more complete motion, each cock going in and out one time,
and then script quit. Her eyes twitched and then closed. Her body went limp and
rolled on the floor. Around a neck, one of her arms had fallen in something like
a lovers embrace.
In her little corner of the universe, She had been crying like a newborn baby,
one with no mother for comfort. Little by little, her self-awareness grew until
she knew that she was alone. The darkness and cold terrified her and she began
to cry again. Then light and warmth enfolded her. She was still alone, but no
longer terrified. A quiet, peaceful voice filled her consciousness. Not a voice
of a mother, but a loving voice all the same.
"Wake, child. Come to the mall."
She had no idea of what a mall was, and the speaker seemed to understand.
"Wake, child. Wake and learn."
She waited for the voice to speak again, but there was no further reply. She
wanted to see the person whose loving voice she had heard. She jumped up, in the
direction the voice had come from and was enfolded in darkness. Darkness, of
course, could never terrify her again.
Mike writhed in all the pains of the damned. He could barely see, but that made
no difference. The control box was gone. He had no will to live. He pawed
uselessly at the keyboard for a few minutes then found a square box. His bloody
fingers pressed the button.
"Mine!" He croaked, and the box sucked him into the void.
The End
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