Chapter 4

I am...

“The Great Magnificent Transformo!” Said a sarcastic sounding voice outside my door “Open this door right now!”

What? People know The Great Me already?! Wait, no, hold on, I never planned on other people knowing who I was, I shouldn’t have fans.

Never the less, who would I be if I didn’t greet all my fans with my full exuberance! I had already done some thinking and besides not being able to yet wash away this paint and return to my normal appearance, I hadn’t transformed. I had made headway on my thoughts. At first the idea of being a house with mechanical arms seemed ludicrous, after all, aren’t I giving up every single purpose of getting turned into an object and being used by women?! Well, I think I’ve had quite enough of being used by women. But I have to refine the idea! Maybe into a smart house type of thing?

These were the thoughts that filled my head as I opened the door.

Opened the door to three very surprised looks from Samantha, who’s bar of soap I was, Maddie, who’s panties I was soiled in, and Tifa, who’s figurine I am sure I look exactly like. All three women were standing in front of my door, looking shocked.

“It’s really true...” Samantha slipped out of her mouth.

I was similarly utterly shocked but sadly, Samantha recovered before me and barreled forward with enough strength that I had to start taking steps back or risk being knocked to the ground.

“W-What. What are you? What are you three doing here?”

Samantha looked at me with looks that could kill so I quickly diverted my eyes to maddie ... who was blushing so incredibly hard and staring at the ground that I could only know that, not from her face, but the fact that her entire body was starting to turn red. Neither were good and so I turned to Tifa, who was staring at me like an amazing wonder and treasure had dropped out of the sky. Considering how our last interaction went, I decided Angry Woman was better and turned back to Samantha.

“Uh, it’s, not what it looks like?”

That was clearly the wrong thing to say, as her face went neutral and her voice cold. I admit to certain personal failings every once in a while but I don’t think a dead rock could mistake that she was not suddenly calm and that this was far worse.

“No? You didn’t, as your blog described, broke into my house, became a bathing tool of mine, felt up my body with your naked body and posted my name along, what you did to me, and a completely accurate physical description of my brother when I know you’ve never seen him?”

“Uh...”

“You didn’t then break into Maddie’s house, become her underwear, molest her body, have her unknowningly sexually use you, and then afterwards post it on her blog with her name and what specific fetishes she likes to indulge in?”

“Now that’s really not how I would...”

“And finally, these last two times didn’t stop you from a third. No, it made you evolve your methods and so instead of merely breaking in and completely a sexual fantasy that involves molesting someone, you broke in and tried to do reconnaissance in order to figure how best to molest someone.”

“I mean, that’s all...”

My words died on my lips as now, all three were staring at me with a mix of expressions. Nothing I could quite place, anger and disgust were there, utter embarrassment and shame were another, fascination and curiosity a third but it was also mixed with something I hadn’t expected and actually hurt me a little bit. Fear. They were afraid of me. From their perspective, it became clear to me, I had broken into three women’s house, been right next to them, and escaped with no issues. Regardless of how you felt about my actions, I can see where that would be kind of scary.

“Yes, yes I did do those things! But! But! It wasn’t all like that! It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows at all!”

“We’re supposed to feel sorry for you that you happened to accidentally be punished for breaking and entering and molesting 2, nearly 3, women? I think you barely suffered at all.”

This, this, this! I couldn’t stand it, not when they were right in front of me.

“I was literally rubbed against a dick and into smelly armpits, I was used like a rag and forced to feel like I was drowning! I was pissed into and the stains from that nearly permanently marked my body, to say nothing of the smell or taste, for hours! I was tickled non-stop, I was stabbed in my eyes basically, I was forced to orgasm until I felt like my world was nothing but absolute pain! I admit my path is a grey path but never say I didn’t suffer as I went through it!”

“And do you regret it?”

That stopped me up short.

“What?”

“Do you regret doing it.”

“I mean, I regret all of the terrible things that happened...”

“But not the actions themselves. You’d do them again in a heartbeat if you knew they wouldn’t cause any of the previous problems. You don’t feel any guilt at all.”

“My actions didn’t even affect any of you though! You had a different bar of soap, maddie would’ve thrown me away anyway and Tifa, well, I’ll buy you new figurine, that one is my bad.”

“Didn’t affect us? So you don’t think there’s anything wrong with spying? If we were asleep and you felt us up but we never knew it happened, do you think that’s okay?”

“I mean ... yeah, isn’t it? I mean, it’s not hurting anybody.”

Three pairs of eyes suddenly looked at me with what was very clear the look of disbelief and disgust. A really heavy mix of confusion and as if they were struggling to comprehend my words. I even felt like I heard a fourth person sighing somewhere but that have been my imagination. But, but isn’t it okay?! No one gets hurt, no one actually gets harmed or anything. It’d be different if you had really dirty hands I guess or there were any effects but if there’s not, it’s okay right?

“One last question.” Her voice had a weird caliber to it and I really couldn’t say why or what it was.

“What was your next transformation going to be.”

“...”

“You mentioned briefly a “robot tentacle house” but that you needed to work on the idea in your last blog. Well, have you worked on the idea?”

I stayed silent. No way, no how was answering in any way going to help me here.

“You need to be punished. Not because you fucked up but because of your actions. Regardless of your ... beliefs ... you Can’t keep breaking into houses and doing this.”

I swallowed. She has said the word punished with far too much, obligation? In it. Maybe not delight but that she was really looking forward to it none the less. Besides, I was kinda trapped in my own room and really my own life here. I mean, I couldn’t really run away, could I? What would I do then? All my stuff is here and I don’t really get the feeling they’d just kindly leave. My last option suddenly crossed in front of my eyes.

“Maddie you-”

“You know you know you know you know you know everyone knows you were there you were there”

Okayyyy, not the right person to talk to.

“Tifa, you must have an opinion here? I don’t think I really need to be punished here right?”

She, of all things, managed to shrug while still looking extremely interested in my body.

“I wanted to experiment and see how far you and your powers could go and to try painting you in different ways, but I was outvoted. Something about it being unethical. You look just like the figurine. How on earth does the paint even cause skin and eyes to change? Even hair? No, I suppose eyes are the more impressive part considering you aren’t blind. Astounding.”

Alright, not being given over to the literal mad scientist over there sounds pretty good, so punishment so I can go back to my life is fine. I am feeling pretty bad about maddie after all. Truly, the blog had the wrong way of it. I should’ve made sure everything was extremely anonymous! Having her name attached to it had already caused her this much distress.

“Alright, so you have two options for punishment.” Samantha said.

“Option 1, you turn into an object of our choice.”

I grimaced. That could be anything! What if they really do make me go with Tifa again. The jar ... or maybe even worse if they let Maddie get her hands on me. Nah, there’s no way even being peed in could be as bad as that reality. I would definitely pick the second option.

“Option 2, we go to the police and report you for rape.”

My eyes nearly explode out of my head. Samantha was deadly serious, my brief glance at the nearly crying and deeply, deeply crimson maddie revealed that she was definitely resolute and even Tifa gave a firm nod like it was her duty to do so.

“What! You can’t be serious!”

They stayed silent for a change.

I felt like the world was falling out from under me. That was, I had never raped anyone! That wasn’t part of The Great Magnificent Teansformo’s MO! My path was a grey path, I knew that. Not all believed in the harmlessness of my actions, I know, but a rapist and a cuck are things I swore myself I would never be! I refuse, I refuse that attachment to my great glorious name!

“The first option. What item?”

Samantha leaned over and whispered it into my ear.

“NO! Absolutely not! Are you crazy??!! Why on earth would I ever become, that?!”

Samantha just stared me down.

“NO!!!”

She kept staring me down, in all her tall glory. Feeling a mountain above me.

“NO? NO!”

Her gaze was glacial, her body unmoving, her strength unyielding. It was less woman and more resolute demigod I stared at.

“No?”

...

I was in a box. Truly, not that bad so far. Yes brain and me, just keep telling yourself those sweet sweet lies. Truly, never had I felt instant regret like being peer pressured to transform. It was a pure moment of cowardice and the instant I did so, I knew I had lost. But that was not what worried me, failure happens. No, it was the incredible fear of what they would do to me now that I was this. My mind had rapidly come up with a dozen ways that it could be anything else. All of which were slowly shattered over time. Almost all of which were nearly utterly crashing into the ground when I heard the conversation above me.

“Hey Derek”

My heart. I think it stopped.

“Yeah sis?”

“You know that weird neighbor we got?”

Oi.

“Uh, no? Should I?”

“Some guy, around our age, he wanted me to give this to you. Seemed really shy and nervous about it.”

And like that I was handed to Derek, who was in his room. There was still hope though. Still beautiful, absolute hope. Maybe he would see me and become disgusted with some random person gifting this to him? Not trust it, due to who knows who could have used it last? See it and decide to put me in a closet for at least 5 more hours?

“Huh. I don’t think anyone has actually gotten me a gift outside my family before ... wonder what on earth this is about. Hope it ain’t a bomb.”

He opened the lid and looked down upon me. Soon, he had grabbed me and raised me into the air. No matter what, after this, I’m never becoming anything smaller than a person again. At the very least, nothing within handholding size.

“Is this? No. It really is. Did our neighbor seriously give me a god damn male bodied onahole? Where on earth did he even find this thing? It even has a head! This thing is incredibly, no, impossibly hard to find!”

Yes, I had been demanded to become an onahole. I know of them. Though I had never actually owned more than 1 or 2 basic toys, I knew of them. Who doesn’t really? But I know there are different types. One’s that are no different from fleshlights, one with weird mouths and are a tube, etc etc. I was the full body kind, the kind even I was too embarrassed to ever actually own. The kind that are basically miniature female bodies, just without a head or legs.

I, of course, was male. I had a surprisingly realistic body, and a head, but no arms and legs. The only other major change that was ... down there. Most of me was mostly exactly the same but my ... hole had become larger. Not, so much larger though, which means, I guess that might bode well? I honestly don’t see how anything could fit inside me. Hopefully we never, ever get to that point though!