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A genie. A real goddamn big as life genie. Even considering that the stranger had appeared out of nowhere, even with the bizarrely tall man's indigo skin, even with all the smoke that pooled at their feet the four friends wouldn't have believed something so ludicrous. Then he shot lightning out of his hands and they suddenly felt inclined to give weight to anything he had to say. The woman on the edge of the woods thought about this as she peeked out from behind a pine tree, spying a lone cabin across the clearing. She would have looked out of place in most settings but here and now she was truly alien. She was beautiful, not just pretty but the kind of gorgeous that stuns. A painfully innocent button face that flowed down to a body that was made for sin, all curves from foot to head like a sexual dream come to life. Her outfit was even more out of a place in the forest, a parody of a maid's uniform with a black and white skirt that draped just over her promising sex, leading up to a dark leather corset that constrained two full, ripe breasts, presenting them forward for attention. The strange woman watched the cabin intently, not sure whether to run from it and never look back or to go forward and claim the fantasies that teased her mind. Either direction would decide the rest of her life. *** The cabin retreat was a celebration for the four conquering heroes. Together they'd spent 16 long months of 70 hour weeks busting their asses to get their startup off the ground and now it had paid off. A 9.7 million dollar buyout left free and clear, well before the investors realized that they had essentially purchased a marketing campaign with no product. That's how it had been for the men since college. One scheme after another, growing from selling tests before the big exam to a baker's dozen of failed businesses and finally to the jackpot. No matter how sketchy the idea they always came through the other side so long as they stuck together. Nate was their leader, no questions about it. Tall with an intensity that always convinced the man across the table that he knew what he was talking about, even when he didn't. He could be selfish but he knew to always take care of his team. Ron was Nate's first guy and the best salesman he knew. If you asked Ron they were partners but most everyone thought of him as Nate's sidekick, a handsome dealmaker who never quite got out of the shadow of his friend. Andy and Jamal were followers and happy for it. Whatever scheme Nate and Ron cooked up they were ready to join, and while the captains knew how to put together the deal it was Andy and Jamal who could build the infrastructure to make it reality. Andy was a little chubby and tended toward the nerdy while Jamal was rail thin and a master of the guileless smile that could cover up blatant lies. Together they could build a server from scratch or train a dog to tie its shoes so long as they had an hour on the internet first. Whatever Nate & Ron cooked up Andy & Jamal made close enough to real to turn a profit. As his guys unloaded their bags into the cabin main room Nate dug through his own for a special package. He'd booked the cabin as soon as he knew that the buyout was real, both to celebrate and to take his team off the grid for a few days while the new owners of Harco-Corp investigated their purchase. They were 100 miles away from the nearest cell tower, just the boys, the forest and a ten room luxury cabin. After the last 2 years it would be heaven. "Where are ya," he muttered as moved the bags contents around, briefly pausing to smile as he found a small framed photo of a grade-school aged boy. He took a moment to look at the shining face before pushing it to the side and grabbing a bottle of golden brown liquid underneath. "Found it!" Nate pulled out a bottle of Glendronach 1968 Single Malt Scotch. $4031 per unit, he'd bought it the day they'd started the company. "Gentleman, get yer butts over here." Nate set down 4 glasses onto the dining room table alongside the Glendronach. As he spoke he slow poured 2 fingers into each tumbler. "Boys, in our time together we have had some truly embarrassing ventures. We've sold alpacas to a steak house and we still get orders for Jamal's youth tonic from those old ladies in Tennessee. And thanks to Ron all of our names will be forever enshrined on a hit list in New Jersey after we listened to his surefire Albanian Bride business." Nate gestured to Ron, who laughed so genuinely that he definitely wanted to sock Nate in the jaw. "But all that crap's behind us because we did it, 9.4 million mother fucking dollars! It almost killed us, we almost killed each other, and if the buyers ever find us they'll kill us themselves. But now we've got a stake and from here on out it's the big leagues." "So," Nate said and raised his glass, gesturing for each man to take one of his own. "This weekend we celebrate. We've got top and bottom shelf booze, enough pot to sedate an Elephant and a shitload more goodies. Every man here worked his ass off setting up this company, and even if it's as fake as Ron's mom's tits it paid off. Next week we start on the next one, so for now raise your glasses and enjoy the moment. So, to 9.4!" "To 9.4!" The four men clinked their glasses and knocked back an $80 swallow each. The rest of the night was spent in jubilation. They drank, they smoked, they dredged up every old story and made up new ones. Ron pitched business ideas, Andy got so high that he forgot everyone's names and Jamal threw up a few hundred dollars worth of booze. Nate joined in as hard as the rest, but mostly he just enjoyed the victory. He loved these guys, and he knew that so long as they were on his side then he could take on any challenge. The last thing he remembered before passing out was Ron saying something about going into the woods. *** Nate blinked as the light of dawn reached his strained eyes. "Oh I'm in hell," he groaned, crushing his pillow over his face. His head felt like a tiny creature was trying to dig its way out with a chisel. A sharp, very high quality chisel. He sat up on the couch and wondered if he was actually still awake. The cabin was a disaster area, spilled bottles and cans littered everywhere, upturned furniture and the smell of vomit. That was all to be expected. What was unexpected was the 9-foot tall naked blue man with the giant cock. The man stood in the center of the room discussing something with Ron, Andy & Jamal. Nate slowly got to his feet and circled the group, sure to keep his eyes right on the stranger the whole time. If he just got a different angle or cleared his head maybe the man would disappear, but despite his impossibility he looked solid as reality. His skin was the color of dark turquoise. He wasn't particularly muscular but he was lean, no extra fat on his enormous body unless you counted the maybe foot long piece of thick rope that dangled from his crotch. Jesus you could hang yourself with the thing. Aside from that he looked bizarrely normal, like a guy who might help you with your taxes if you happened to live on Venus. As Nate approached the group he found his friends in deep conversation with the stranger. "No no no Mala," Ron was saying, "There are 4 of us, that means 4 wishes. You have to at least meet me halfway here." The stranger sighed and Nate guessed that this was not the first time Ron had made this point. When Ron couldn't charm, argue, bribe or seduce his way through a negotiation he liked to employ brute repetition. "As I've said," the bizarre man intoned in a voice so full of bass that it vibrated Nate's chest, "our arrangement involves only one wish. I can plainly see that you four men are bound to each other and so this wish must be agreed to by all." Ron spread his arms and turned to walk away as if the stranger were being comically unreasonable but stopped when he saw Nate. Noticing a new man in the room everyone froze as if they'd been caught smoking by their dad. "WHAT THE HOLY FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! Who the hell is this? What is he talking about? Am I still high?" Ron smiled and clapped Nate on the shoulder as if this were just another day on the job. "Catch up Nate, it's been a big morning." Nate listened as Ron led him into the circle to face the azure man. "Nate, this is Mala, Mala this is Nate." Up close the man's bizarreness hit Nate all over again but his salesman's instinct took over. Nate shot his right hand out for a shake and didn't flinch when Mala engulfed it in his thin, giant grip. "Actually my name is Malaha-Drashaxano, but Mala will do for the purpose of our transaction. Now that all four of you are conscious I am very anxious to see our business complete so that I may return to my realm." Jamal spoke up eagerly. He'd never been comfortable when Ron took the leadership position. "Ron found this bottle in the woods and when I opened it this morning Mala just appeared. Craziest thing, one minute I'm alone and the next I'm eye to belly button with this guy. I almost cracked my head open jumping away, seriously I could have killed myself." "Yeah," Andy joined in. "And Mala says that he's a genie, a real wish granting genie. Can you believe it?" "Well...no, absolutely not," Nate said. "Look guys, we were high, we're probably still high. Just because the man is a little odd looking doesn't mean that we should believe any insane thing he--" It wasn't quite lightning that Mala shout out of his hands, it was bluer and made a sound like an angry beehive, but it was close enough for special FX work. He raised his arms high and let the energy course out of his palms for several seconds, flattening against the roof while Nate gaped in shock. The other men just smiled as if this was a familiar show. "That...is persuasive," Nate admitted. "I am pleased," Mala intoned. "Now, as I've told your companions your group is owed one wish which I am bound to perform so long as it is within my power. As you are clearly linked men your wish must be a boon for all, agreed upon by each of you." "Which is complete bullshit," Ron whispered. "Yes," Mala continued with a roll of his eyes. "Although I have enough influence over your small world to deliver or transform anything within it, I cannot violate the physical laws that maintain it. Nor can alter more than one single aspect of your world. "Now please, confer amongst yourselves so that we may conclude our business." Mala turned from the group and walked toward the doorway, not stopping when he reached the wall and instead passing harmlessly through it. The four men looked to each other with gravely serious faces. Nate was the first to laugh and soon all 4 were cracking up, their minds adapting to the craziest goddamn thing they'd ever seen. Ron spoke up, chocking back laughter. "Well obviously we wish for money. I could do with a cool trillion dollars in my account." "No man," Andy said. "Super powers." "Uh-uh," Jamal countered. Nate & Ron knew that they were about to go into engineering mode like good nerds. "Nothing that violates physics, I doubt we could get more pumped up than like Captain America. Although that wouldn't be so bad now that I think about it." Andy considered this. "Wait, he said he couldn't make multiple changes. So that means that he won't transform all four of us, we'd have to pick just one." "Shit, so no making ourselves kings of the world either then, that would involve changing the brains of the entire population. No political power, no immortality or anything super human, no transformations into perfect bodies or minds for more than one of us. This limits our options." "So we're back to money," Ron interrupted. "You heard the weirdo, this is our chance to strike it rich. Money will benefit all four of us, it doesn't violate any 'limits of humanity', and it's what we've worked for!" Jamal and Andy looked convinced, which meant their problem solving brains didn't see a better option. Ron opened his mouth to close the deal when Nate interrupted. "Sure, sounds good if you're happy thinking small." Ron clenched his jaw as his partners looked past him to Nate. Just like always they were ready to join Nate's team the moment he spoke up no matter how much sense Ron made. "I mean yes," Nate continued, "I could use some money. But think about it, really use your brains. We've been given a one-time chance to bypass the rules and all you see is a shortcut to something we can get on our own? "Money, pffffft, I became a millionaire yesterday and I don't need a genie to be a billionaire this time next year. "Now just think with me a minute. What is something that you cannot have in modern society no matter how rich you are? The ultimate luxury that the used to define the truly powerful, but that today is forbidden?" Jamal and Andy listened with rapt attention, fully absorbed by their captain's vision. Ron not so much. "Oh for god's sake, skip the sales pitch and just spit it out." "A slave." Nate let the full weight of the word absorb into the room as he lifted a nearby bottle and poured himself a glass of dark brown headache relief. "Yes, a slave. I plan to be rich, I plan for us all to be ungodly rich, but no matter how rich you are today you will never truly have more power over a person than their salary. And you can never trust someone you pay. "How many times have we screwed someone over through their secretary or lawyer? Everyone is for sale. But the genie could give us someone who wasn't, someone we could always trust with absolute security, someone who would treat us like gods and not just because of their 401K." Nate took a sip of the middle shelf whiskey and enjoyed the dulling effect it had on throb at his temple. He had his boys imagining it, even Ron looked intrigued. "And I don't mean someone to help with the heavy lifting. Just picture it with me. The most beautiful woman you've ever seen bound to obey your every word, one who looked at you like you held her whole world in the palm of your hand. "We could make her from scratch, design her as head to toe perfection. She'd be our maid, our chef, our personal assistant and our sex slave. You'd never have to wonder if she was only with you for your money, or worry that she'd get mad when you work late, or even have to work to get her into bed. She'll do what she's told when she's told, forever, and we can put all that energy into getting rich." It was time to close the deal. "So who's with me? You are the 3 smartest men I've ever known and together we're going to have everything we've dreamed of. Let's bring Mala back in here and enjoy a luxury that no one else on earth will ever know, together." "Aw fuck it," Ron said, "I don't have anything better. I'm in." With both Nate and Ron on the same side Andy and Jamal's agreement was barely a formality. Just as they gave it Mala appeared by their sides in mid-stride, his big blue dong whacking Andy on the thigh before settling. "Excellent choice. Now, if you'd be so kind as to specifically state your desire preceded by the phrase 'I Wish' we can conclude our business." "Details," Nate said. "That's my boys' department. Get to it, I need some Tylenol." Nate exited the meeting as Jamal and Andy started exchanging enthusiastic whispers in a routine that he was well familiar with. He smiled as he rummaged through the bathroom for a bottle of headache reliever. Life was good when you had a team, and he imagined it was going to be even better with whatever sort of dream girl they cooked up. If they did a good job Nate would even let them borrow her every once in a while. Nate couldn't wait to meet her. Sure he'd had power before, he'd had a long line of employees in his business ventures but the closest thing to true loyalty he'd known were his guys. He knew they were with him for the long haul, but he just didn't think Ron could pull off a bikini. But to have a woman in thrall to his every whim, ready to worship him and beg for the right to be fucked and groped or even to simply be allowed clothing, that was power like no one else in the world truly knew. When he returned to the group Ron was sitting impatiently with a fizzy drink while Andy was finishing up writing his and Jamal's notes down onto a notepad. "Ok," Jamal spoke up nervously. "Ok ok, we've got this ready. Mala, we wish for a beautiful woman, 19 years of age with a face and body that meets the standards of beauty from the minds of all four of us. You...ah, you can do that, right?" Mala nodded. "Ok, ok, then we want her to have large full breasts," Jamal continued and cupped his hands out a healthy distance in front of his chest, but Andy slapped his shoulder and cupped his own hands a good deal more generously and both men nodded vigorously. "Very large very full breasts that will always stay high and firm, a slim healthy body capable of enormous stamina with a vagina built for sex that will never become loose or damaged. Her body should be extremely sensual, perpetually in lust for the four of us and as sexually responsive to our touch as a person can be without, ya know, passing out or something. Make her like a living breathing embodiment of sex if that makes sense. "Next, she will be completely obedient to the four of us. Any command we speak from chores to sex to orgasming on the spot, she'll perform to the best of her ability without question. She should see us as her masters and owners and feel crazily submissive toward us, finding us enormously attractive and authoritative, and should live to serve and please us." "Say the other thing man, say it!" Andy whispered aggressively. "Oh yeah, make it so that she can only cum with our permission no matter how turned on she gets. That should be fun. Ah, anything I'm missing guys?" Nate liked what he heard but decided to chip in. "Yeah, have her appear in a little bondage maid's outfit so she knows where she stands, something tight and small." Mala looked to all four men. "This is your wish?" They all nodded and Mala raised his arms, conjuring a basketball-sized knot of blue energy that hovered above them. It crackled with power and filled the room with the smell of burnt ozone. "Now, which among you will I transform?" Nate cocked his head. "Excuse me?" "Which among you will become this enslaved woman?" Mala raised his head back and laughed so loudly that the men fell back from him in pain. "Oh no you fools, even the greatest of my race cannot create life from void. In other circumstances I suppose some innocent victim would serve but I sense that this building is in great isolation, there is not another adequate life form within my sphere of influence. It will have to be one of your four." "Well for fuck's sake," Ron said. "Call it off, we'll just take the money." Mala smiled down at the fearful little men and waved to the ball of energy that hung above them. "Off? Can you not see that the spell has been cast? I'm afraid my part as midwife has completed, the wish has been born into your small world and now simply awaits its subject." The four men set off arguing with Mala, they were a babble of angry and scared voices directed toward the giant. "ENOUGH!" he shouted with a wave of force that knocked them off of their feet. "SELFISH MEN, YOU HAVE MADE YOUR FATE WITH YOUR GREED. BEFORE I COMPLETE MY PART IN THE FARCE THAT IS YOUR LIVES I ONLY SUGGEST THAT YOU CHOOSE YOUR SACRIFICE SOON. IN A FEW HOURS TIME YOUR WISH MAY BECOME IMPATIENT AND SIMPLY CHOOSE FOR ITSELF. IF YOU ARE LUCKY IT WILL ONLY CHOOSE ONCE." And just as he entered their lives Mala was gone, leaving nothing but the stunned men and a furious ball of energy that threatened them all. *** "Well which one of you two is it going to be?" Ron pointed a finger accusingly at Jamal and Andy. "You designed this stupid wish without reading the fine print, it's on you." "No no no," Jamal said. "Andy, Andy's the messiest, if any of us is going to be a maid it only makes sense for it to be him." Andy pulled himself to his feet. "Bullshit, that is complete bull Jamal. You're the one who made the wish, this is your responsibility." "Well it wasn't my idea, I only wanted some muscles!" As the rest of the men climbed to their feet Ron pointed at Nate. "He's right you know Nate, this was your idea. Shouldn't you be the one to bite the bullet?" "Funny," Nate responded, "I seem to remember your being the jackass who went exploring and brought this disaster into our lives. Hey, big blue ball, Ron's your man, take him!" The energy ball twitched toward Ron like a dog on a leash, causing Ron to fall back to the ground and raise his arms in fear. After a few seconds he lowered his arms, relieved to still be a man. "You fucking asshole!" "I think it needs all four of us to consent," Jamal said. "We're never going to get consensus on this before it goes off. What if it hits more than one of us, we could all wind up as slaves." "Ok, everyone calm down," Nate said. "We're on the clock with an unreasonable client. We can figure this out if we stick together, just like always. So everybody shut it and let me think." Nate walked away and was soon followed by the other three men, none of whom wanted to be the closest to the wish. While Jamal and Andy conferred in the corner for a loophole Ron went off to his bedroom and Nate went to the kitchen for another drink. This was a disaster, but it was salvageable. He'd have to sacrifice one of his team but shit, sometimes there are no good options? Who was it going to be though? Jamal or Andy were the obvious choices, they were the beta men. Still, he relied on their minds for his own success and how much of that would be left? Possibly all, possibly none, too much of this was unknown to make a safe call. Ron then? Ron was his salesman, and as much as he could be a pain in the ass Nate needed him. He chuckled a little thinking of Ron as some little sexpot trying to close a deal with a client. Hell, he might even be better at it with a pair of tits and it sure would be nice to see him listen when Nate said to shut the hell up. The more Nate thought about it the more he liked the idea. That cocky little shit with a nice cock in her mouth. Then Nate give her some Listerine and send her out to make a sale and ruin her breath all over again. And all with no commission. The idea sounded better and better, but how to make it happen? If Nate understood the rules correctly then all four men would have to agree. How on earth could he get a man to agree to become a slut? Nate was snapped back to reality by the snap-snap-snap sound of a deck of cards shuffling. Across the room Ron leaned against the couch with the deck in his hands and his eyes on Nate. It appeared that he was having a very similar series of thoughts. "No way we're all going to agree on this," Ron said. "So let's play for it. 10 chips each, first man to have nothing in the bank is the bitch. Sound good?" It was the perfect option. Each man thought of himself as the best poker player. Jamal was the best at math, Andy had studied game theory, Ron could read the man across the table and Nate knew his team's every trick. Everyone nodded and Ron swept the rectangular dining table clear of the leftovers from the previous nights, bottles and cans clinking against the hardwood floor. He sat at the table's head and started setting up the game. "You hear that you big blue asshole? If you keep your cool until we're done, then each man here agrees that the first one to run out of chips is your man, no take backs. You understand?" The crackling ball froze for a beat then seemed to pulsate a bit faster before returning to its normal terrifying state. It understood. The four men sat down, Nate taking the chair opposite Ron, and each retrieved ten poker chips each. The way they played this wouldn't take long. A few hands in and the outcome already seemed chosen. Nate had the biggest pot followed closely by Ron while Jamal and Andy were in a race to the bottom. Both men were pale and nervous while their leaders revealed nothing behind cold faces. This wasn't the worst-case scenario for Nate but it certainly wasn't the best. The more he thought about it the more he wanted to see Ron as the new cheerleader. Years of dealing with Ron's jealousy and competition, always having to watch his back for Ron's petty attempts to be the bigger man, it was all welling up. Nate could barely keep his mind on the game and not fantasize about just what he'd due to Ron to show the new girl who was boss. Was Ron thinking the same? Maybe that's why when Ron bet big Nate matched and raised. He could have folded and probably let either of the boys lose, but he had always lived life by recognizing the moment and seizing it in the same breath. No way was he going to let Ron take out one of his guys. Besides, if Ron were going after Jamal and Andy he knew that they wouldn't be able to keep up with his larger pot. Ron wouldn't need a good hand to force them to fold, and he'd never expect Nate to join in with his own large pot since the goal of the game was to simply not lose. There was no reason for Ron to actually care about the quality of his cards before launching his move. Jamal and Andy both looked at Nate like he was a superman. With the loss of this hand Ron would be behind both of them, just a chip from losing. "That's a call Ronnie," Nate said. "Let's see those cards girl." "Absolutely," Ron said without a hint of fear in his voice. He showed why when he spread his cards out, 3 aces and a pair of 2's. Nate showed his own weaker full house and tried to swallow but found that his mouth was bone dry. Ron happily gathered the pot, now having possession of the bulk of the chips in the game. "C'mon Nate, don't you think I knew you were gunning for me? Just like you, trying to protect your nerds and forgetting to watch out for yourself." Nate looked around, he was down to just 5 chips. With such a small pool it would be impossible to bluff back up, he'd need the luck of good cards. He felt full of an unfamiliar feeling, like how wimps describe panic. "Wait, no, I'm the boss. Andy, you're out of the game. It's a tough call but you're taking the fall on this one." "Are you serious Nate? Well fuck you if that's how you feel, I'm winning this game." "Fine buddy, but I'm still ahead of you. Maybe I won't win the game but you're going to lose." And that would have been the case, until the next hand when Ron folded against an obvious bluff from Andy. Andy puffed out his chest when he gathered the chips up, putting him ahead of Nate. That's how it went for the next 5 hands as Ron expertly controlled the game's economy from his lead. Nate couldn't afford to make any big moves, with such a small pot he was fighting for his life and it looked like the whole table was against him. Andy and Ron at least, Jamal just tried to keep his head down. Quickly Nate was forced down to 1 single chip. He accepted the deal and anted up while trying to ignore the cold scared feeling in his chest that accompanied his empty bank. When he looked at his hand that feeling warmed up in a flash as three Jacks smiled back at him. If he played it cool this would give him a win, placing him one chip ahead of Jamal. Ron would try to finish him here and no doubt and Andy would follow for the kill. Nate knew them well enough to not expect any mercy. Jamal he felt bad for. The kid had followed him around for damn near a decade and this was his reward? At least she'd still have Nate to watch out for her, and he bet she'd look plenty cute fetching his coffee. "He's out!" Jamal shouted. Nate was shocked to see his skinny little friend pointing a finger at him. "Check it out, Nate doesn't have any chips!" "What...no, the hands not over!" "Doesn't matter, that's not what Ron said when we made the agreement. 'First man to have nothing in the bank,' well that's you right now. Right? You hear that you Mala, you hear me?" "No, that is horse shit Jamal and you bet I'm going to take it out of your hide when I---" The ball of energy crackled as loud as a thunderbolt then flew directly into Nate's chest. For a moment it looked like it had consumed Nate inside of its glow but in moments was gone, with no evidence left behind of it having ever existed. "No no no," Nate said and backed away from the table. "You cheated me, the hand wasn't over, this is not what we said!" No one responded, they all just watched Nate. "What are you looking at? Nothing is happening here, I...." Nate was taken by a seizure strong enough that he had to grip the table to ride out. When it had passed he felt the same and he was relieved when he looked at his hands and was relieved to see no difference. But he was hot, so hot, the room felt like a furnace. And his clothes felt so tight as if they were strangling him. He had to get out of this room, out of these clothes. Nate ran to the front door and stumbled out into the cool morning air. He didn't even care as his momentum carried him off of the porch into a hard crash on the ground, the cold felt so good against his burning skin that nothing else mattered. Then the heat returned worse than ever before and Nate became convinced that he was on fire, he must be. He was scared that he was going to burn to death right here in the dirt. Through the haze of his fever Nate looked up and saw his friends staring down at him from the porch. Those bastards, after everything he'd done for them they'd betrayed him and now they were just watching. 'Bring me water!' he tried to shout but couldn't form words through his pain, instead just waving his arm impotently. Seeing his own arm Nate gasped in horror. This wasn't his hand, this tiny smooth thing with long nails and delicate wrists. It looked weak and so small, a woman's arm coming from his body. He had to get away, that was all Nate could think. If he could escape from those traitors he could figure this out. They were the problem, they did this to him. Nate got to his feet and ran. He didn't even look where he was going, instead just sprinting across the 50 feet of clear grass that separated the cabin from the forest. In seconds he was swallowed whole by the tree line, completely gone from the sight of the three men who remained. Jamal spoke up first. "Should we go get him? He could be hurt, or..." Jamal didn't need to explain the 'or', they'd all seen how strange Nate had looked when he ran. Smaller, his face and body half morphed into something new. "No, he'll be back," Ron said. He turned to his two friends and put an arm on both their shoulders. "You both get inside, I'll take care of Nate." Jamal objected. "But Ron, we'll..." Ron gave him a slap on the cheek, just hard enough to sting. "No, I told you what you're doing. This is my porch and you're both going inside. You got it?" Ron knew that this was the moment where they would accept him as the new alpha or fight back. It all rested on their next decision. Jamal and Andy looked at each other in silence for a tense second before Jamal nodded. "Yeah, ok....," he said sheepishly and moved toward the door. "Just go easy on him, all right Ron?" "You kidding? Nate's well being is my number one priority. I'll let you know when the big man is back." Ron happily collapsed back onto a plush deck chair and put his feet up on the railing. This was going to be one hell of a weekend getaway. *** Nate hadn't panicked many times in his life but he panicked now. The seizures kept coming as the fever grew and grew, and each time he felt his body changing. All he knew in his gut was that he needed to put distance between himself and the cabin and so he ran, hard and without direction. After one seizure he thought he'd gone blind only to realize that his vision was covered in long silky hair (MODEL) that cascaded down past his shoulders. After another he had to stop against a tree and groan at the raging hard on that fought painfully against pants until the pain was suddenly gone, along any sensation of his manhood manhood. He touched his face with tiny delicate fingers and felt strange shifting features, like clay being molded by invisible hands. His lips felt huge and his nose was almost non-existent, a miniscule button of a thing planted onto the smoothest skin Nate had ever felt. And his clothes were changing too. His jeans had split and were gathering up his legs, revealing long tapering calves underneath surprisingly fleshy thighs. The fabric reattached itself into a skirt as the rough blue denim turned dark and silky, forming a barely there wisp of fabric that just covered whatever was forming in his smooth crotch. Through the fever Nate recognized the black pattern with white frills, it was a goddamn maid's skirt. "NO," he yelled and ran further, his sensitive flesh whipped and cut by loose branches as he manically tried to get deeper and deeper into the woods. He fell hard when the next seizure hit and collapsed onto the dirt on bloodied hands and skinned knees. His body clenched painfully and he arched his back so far that his shirt buttons ripped open, exposing a hairless unmuscled chest that looked more appropriate on a child than a master of the business. His torso looked like it was melting as his ribs contracted with every breath. His ass stayed wide and full but his waist was rapidly constricting into a dainty little thing so thin that the old Nate could probably have gripped it with both hands and felt his fingers touch. As his body clenched so hard that he thought he'd snap his own spine he felt the opposite of the contraction that had rocked his torso, a gathering of all that lost mass deep somewhere deep inside. He was elated for a moment, maybe he'd gotten out of range of the spell and it was going to reverse, then he felt where all that mass was gathering and he felt a new terror. He could feel two knots of burning energy over each exposed pectoral. On his hands and knees he felt the weight of two bare breasts form, small at first but rapidly gathering up fat. They felt so hot that it was like they were burning their way out, but they felt good too, like his cock right when it was growing hard. Nate didn't know when he started moaning or how long it had been going on but there were now two fat breasts hanging off of his chest with no sign of slowing down. They squished against each other and started to press against the insides of his arms, there wasn't enough space to contain all the tit flesh that kept expanding out and out. As they reached their crest Nate felt the empty space between his legs constrict and tighten into a neat little vagina, and with it an awareness of the space inside of his own body that he had never considered. He could feel the wet space that dug into himself, it was warm and deep and almost vibrated with its hollowness. Nate's attention was brought back to his breasts as his shirt closed back over them under its own power. Just like his jeans the cottony white fabric was turning black, but instead of a loose silky skirt it a leather vise that clenched his enormous breasts harshly. They were squeezed together hard and high so fast that it felt like an enormous hand had grabbed his torso and was squeezing closed. Threads of material darted every way like a dance as the cups of his top raced around to meet in the back where he felt horizontal straps form all the way down to his waist until he was wearing a black corset. Then all the air left his frame as the straps were pulled by the unseen force and felt a compression that made the previous grip seem like a joke. It squeezed and squeezed, jutting his tender breasts up and outward like they were being served for dinner. The fever was unbearable now. Nate lost all sense of his transforming body and of his surroundings as he became aware of only the heat. He genuinely wondered if he was going to die when before it was just gone in the space of a single heartbeat. Nate laid there panting for several long minutes as she regained awareness of her surroundings. She was lying in the dirt on her side. She felt an enormous mass suspended on her chest, supported by the harsh corset that spread the weight across her lower back and core. As she awkwardly got to her feet she was not surprised to see her miniscule feet pinched by a pair of severe black pointed shoes with 3 inch heels. Looking down she knew what she was wearing right away. It was a wet dream of a maid's uniform, black heels supporting two long gorgeous legs that led up to a tiny frilled skirt. Clenching first her right then her left butt cheek she felt a thong riding tightly down her ass and covering what must be a tight and perfect vagina. Above her waist she wore a black leather corset that squeezed her tiny waist to even smaller dimensions, tapering up to contain breasts that, from her perspective, looked simply monstrous. She could feel them straining against the harsh material and with every breath she felt a pair of big hard nipples rub against the leather, eliciting an almost electric buzz at each nub that felt somehow tethered to a wet vibration buried deep down between her warm voluptuous thighs. God, it was so tight she couldn't even take a full breath. She knew that she must look like a wet dream. Just looking down at herself was making that warm buzz grow. She took in her surroundings and tried to assess her situation. She was alone in the woods without food or shelter, 100 miles from civilization, filthy and bleeding. And worse than any of that she felt hornier than she ever had in her life. For the first time since she was 8 years old Nate burst out in tears.