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<> <<set $dom to false>> <<set $streets to false>> <<set $filth to false>> <<set $newname to "Dom">> <<set $career to "business">> <> You are in your room one day, browsing porn, when a desire comes to mind. It's something you've thought about a few times before, but never really explored. It comes up when you see a picture posted on Tweetler, of a guy drooling and dazed-looking, with a caption about how he's hypnotised into being a good horny slut. Hypnosis has always been a bit of a curiosity for you, but you've never personally tried it. You don't really think it is even real. Despite that, you have sometimes fantasised about hypnosis being used to change you, adjust your personality and make you a new man. On a whim of curiosity, you open Tweetler and find the link to a hypnosis chat group that you saw in the past. You log into the group and browse for a while. People are very friendly, and they are talking a lot about kinky scenarios but in a welcoming way. You get quite into it, talking about your likes and desires. A message pops up from someone in the group, messaging you privately. "WishMaster". [[Just talk on the group]] [[Message WishMaster]]

<<if $career == "business">> You don't know why it appeals to you so much. It's just a business suit, and your job is office casual. It's so overpriced and unnecessary. But your gaze keeps flicking back to it hanging on the rack, and you find yourself walking past it, feeling the silky fabric brush against your skin, touching the red tie. You can't resist it. You will just try it on, you don't have to actually buy it. You pick it up off the rack, feeling the weight of it, and carry it over to the changing rooms. Once the curtain is closed, you find yourself breathing heavily and shaking slightly. Why is this...so exciting? You slowly lift it up to your face and breathe in the scent of fresh cotton. You slide your arms through the sleeves, fasten the tie, pull on the jacket, and look in the mirror. It...looks incredible. You flex your arm, lean back and improve your posture. You try out a cocky grin, and blush a little. Whatever the price, this looks amazing on you! You wouldn't have ever expected it to fit, but it's snug and perfect around your body. It's almost painful to remove it so that you can go buy it, but not as painful as the price tag. You will have to cut into your savings...but it's worth it. You buy it, and wear it out as you go back to work. Your coworker, Michael, gives you an odd look when you get back. He raises an eyebrow and glances you up and down. "I didn't think that sort of thing was your style", he says. You blush awkwardly and explain you're trying something new. <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> You don't know why it appeals to you so much. It would look terrible on you, and be so uncomfortable. But your gaze keeps flicking back to it hanging on the rack, and you find yourself walking past it, feeling the fabric. You can't resist it. You will just try it on, you don't have to actually buy it. You pick it up off the rack, feeling the weight of it, and carry it over to the changing rooms. Once the curtain is closed, you find yourself breathing heavily and shaking slightly. Why is this...so exciting? You slowly lift it up to your face and rub it on yourself, imagining that the cheapness will somehow spread to you, make you more worthless and pathetic. You slide your arms through the sleeves, and look in the mirror. It looks terrible. The fabric is shiny in the wrong places, crumpled at the joints, and doesn't fit right. You look like a nervous, awkward intern or something. It's perfect. It's almost painful to remove it so that you can go buy it. You buy it, and wear it out as you go back to work. Your coworker, Michael, gives you an odd look when you get back. He raises an eyebrow and glances you up and down. "Er...I can lend you a shirt if that's the best one you have", he says. You blush awkwardly and mumble that you couldn't possibly wear something of his. <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> You don't know why it appeals to you so much. It's just a dumb hoodie, not something you would ever have previously considered wearing. But your gaze keeps flicking back to it hanging on the rack, and you find yourself walking past it, feeling the fabric, touching the logos. You can't resist it. You will just try it on, you don't have to actually buy it. You pick it up off the rack, feeling the weight of it, and carry it over to the changing rooms. Once the curtain is closed, you find yourself breathing heavily and shaking slightly. Why is this...so exciting? You slowly lift it up to your face and rub it on yourself, imagining how it would smell when soaked with sweat by an unwashed skater dude. You slide your arms through the sleeves, and look in the mirror. It...looks incredible. You flex your arm, lean back and improve your posture. You try out a cocky grin, and blush a little. This rocks! It's almost painful to remove it so that you can go buy it. You buy it, and wear it out as you go back to work. Your coworker, Michael, gives you an odd look when you get back. He raises an eyebrow and glances you up and down. "I didn't think that sort of thing was your style", he says. You blush awkwardly and explain you're trying something new. <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> You don't know why it appeals to you so much. It's just a cheap little thing. It's more the thought of what it would represent, while walking around shirtless and showing off your skin. Your gaze keeps flicking back to it hanging on a chain, and you find yourself walking past it, imagining yourself as a horny, naked pig. You can't resist it. You will just try it on, you don't have to actually buy it. You pick it up off the rack, and carry it over to the changing rooms. Once the curtain is closed, you find yourself breathing heavily and shaking slightly. Why is this...so exciting? You slowly pull off your shirt, and put it around your neck. You look ridiculous. Your bare skin is pale under the artificial lights, with your shirt crumpled on the floor. This...is how you should look... You wear the necklace out, and your shirt behind. You walk right out without paying for it, and head back to work. The outside air is cold on your bare skin. Your coworker, Michael, gives you an odd look when you get back. He raises an eyebrow and glances you up and down. "Uh...forget something today, dude?", he says. You blush awkwardly and mumble something about feeling warm. <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> You don't know why it appeals to you so much. It's just a leather jacket, not something you would ever have previously considered wearing. But your gaze keeps flicking back to it hanging on the rack, and you find yourself walking past it, feeling the leather brush against your side, inhaling that smell. You can't resist it. You will just try it on, you don't have to actually buy it. You pick it up off the rack, feeling the weight of it, and carry it over to the changing rooms. Once the curtain is closed, you find yourself breathing heavily and shaking slightly. Why is this...so exciting? You slowly lift it up to your face and breathe in the smell, that unique potent scent of leather clothes. You slide your arms through the sleeves, and look in the mirror. It...looks incredible. You flex your arm, lean back and improve your posture. You try out a cocky grin, and blush a little. Why did you never consider trying on a leather jacket before? This rocks! It's almost painful to remove it so that you can go buy it, but not as painful as the price tag. You will have to cut into your savings...but it's worth it. You buy it, and wear it out as you go back to work. Your coworker, Michael, gives you an odd look when you get back. He raises an eyebrow and glances you up and down. "I didn't think that sort of thing was your style", he says. You blush awkwardly and explain you're trying something new. <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> You don't know why it appeals to you so much. It's just a leather jacket, not something you would ever have previously considered wearing. But your gaze keeps flicking back to it hanging on the rack, and you find yourself walking past it, feeling the leather brush against your side, inhaling that smell. You can't resist it. You will just try it on, you don't have to actually buy it. You pick it up off the rack, feeling the weight of it, and carry it over to the changing rooms. Once the curtain is closed, you find yourself breathing heavily and shaking slightly. Why is this...so exciting? You slowly lift it up to your face and breathe in the smell, that unique potent scent of leather clothes. You slide your arms through the sleeves, and look in the mirror. It...looks incredible. You flex your arm, lean back and improve your posture. You try out a cocky grin, and blush a little. Why did you never consider trying on a leather jacket before? This rocks! It's almost painful to remove it so that you can go buy it, but not as painful as the price tag. You will have to cut into your savings...but it's worth it. You buy it, and wear it out as you go back to work. Your coworker, Michael, gives you an odd look when you get back. He raises an eyebrow and glances you up and down. "I didn't think that sort of thing was your style", he says. You blush awkwardly and explain you're trying something new. <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> You don't know why it appeals to you so much. It's just a leather jacket, not something you would ever have previously considered wearing. But your gaze keeps flicking back to it hanging on the rack, and you find yourself walking past it, feeling the leather brush against your side, inhaling that smell. You can't resist it. You will just try it on, you don't have to actually buy it. You pick it up off the rack, feeling the weight of it, and carry it over to the changing rooms. Once the curtain is closed, you find yourself breathing heavily and shaking slightly. Why is this...so exciting? You slowly lift it up to your face and breathe in the smell, that unique potent scent of leather clothes. You slide your arms through the sleeves, and look in the mirror. It...looks incredible. You flex your arm, lean back and improve your posture. You try out a cocky grin, and blush a little. Why did you never consider trying on a leather jacket before? This rocks! It's almost painful to remove it so that you can go buy it, but not as painful as the price tag. You will have to cut into your savings...but it's worth it. You buy it, and wear it out as you go back to work. Your coworker, Michael, gives you an odd look when you get back. He raises an eyebrow and glances you up and down. "I didn't think that sort of thing was your style", he says. You blush awkwardly and explain you're trying something new. <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> You don't know why it appeals to you so much. It's just a varsity jacket, not something you would ever have previously considered wearing. But your gaze keeps flicking back to it hanging on the rack, and you find yourself walking past it, feeling the fabric, touching the letter embroidered on the front. You can't resist it. You will just try it on, you don't have to actually buy it. You pick it up off the rack, feeling the weight of it, and carry it over to the changing rooms. Once the curtain is closed, you find yourself breathing heavily and shaking slightly. Why is this...so exciting? You slowly lift it up to your face and rub it on yourself, imagining how it would smell when soaked with sweat by a sporty, sweaty jock. You slide your arms through the sleeves, and look in the mirror. It...looks incredible. You flex your arm, lean back and improve your posture. You try out a cocky grin, and blush a little. Why did you never consider trying on a jacket before? This rocks! It's almost painful to remove it so that you can go buy it. You buy it, and wear it out as you go back to work. Your coworker, Michael, gives you an odd look when you get back. He raises an eyebrow and glances you up and down. "I didn't think that sort of thing was your style", he says. You blush awkwardly and explain you're trying something new. <</if>> [[WishMaster will appreciate it]]

You sneak into the bathroom and snap a few photos, then send them to WishMaster. It doesn't take long for him to reply. <<if $career == "business">> WishMaster: "Well well, aren't you the handsome, mature businessman. I am sure everyone you see will know you're in charge now." <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> WishMaster: "Well well, you look like quite the nervous loser. A weak, obedient doormat who will let himself be led around by his tie by every other man around." <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> WishMaster: "Well well, looking like quite the delinquent. You will fit right in at the skate park, don't you think?" <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> WishMaster: "Well well, taking to your new role nicely. Show off that smooth pig belly, animals like you don't need clothes." <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> WishMaster: "Well well, you make quite the cute punk. Tough and rough and dirty...but it's clear you like to be shoved in your place by other punks, isn't it?" <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> WishMaster: "Well well, what a big tough stud you are. A dangerous biker outlaw, who does anything he wants." <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> WishMaster: "Well well, someone is looking quite the part. Daddies do need their leather. You'll be putting men in their place between your legs in no time." <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> WishMaster: "Well well, aren't you the cocky, athletic jock. I am sure you'll be prom king in no time with that." <</if>> WishMaster: "What did your friends think of it?", he says. You: "It was just my coworker who saw me in it. He didn't really say much" WishMaster: "I'm sure he will get used to it. Well, you should do what makes you happy. You like dressing like that don't you?" You: "Yeah, I love it!" WishMaster: "Good. Don't forget to get more like that and really complete your outfit..." <<if $career == "business">> Buying more? You had no plans to do that. But now that you think about it, a pair of leather wingtips would be great. Expensive shoes for an expensive, powerful man. Imagine getting your coworkers to lick them until they shine... You: "I am not sure about that...", you reply. WishMaster: "You don't need to be sure, of course. That's what I am here for." "Relax and lean back in your chair." "Your arms feel so heavy, so droopy, like they're being dragged down towards the ground. Your legs sinking down, your whole body slowly sinking and growing heavy..." "As you feel yourself sinking deeper, deeper, further into my power..." "You will continue to buy your new clothes. Clothes make the man. Your new clothes will make YOU. You hear and obey." <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> Buying more? You had no plans to do that. But now that you think about it, you deserve some less quality clothes. Cheap and crappy, for a worthless doormat like you. Tighty whities, cheap pants and plastic shoes, leave the nice clothes for real men... You: "I am not sure about that...", you reply. WishMaster: "You don't need to be sure, of course. That's what I am here for." "Relax and lean back in your chair." "Your arms feel so heavy, so droopy, like they're being dragged down towards the ground. Your legs sinking down, your whole body slowly sinking and growing heavy..." "As you feel yourself sinking deeper, deeper, further into my power..." "You will continue to buy your new clothes. Clothes make the man. Your new clothes will make YOU. You hear and obey." <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> Buying more? You had no plans to do that. But now that you think about it, a pair of skate shoes would be great. Standing on a skateboard, doing tricks and ollies, getting your new shoes so musky and warm with your smell... You: "I am not sure about that...", you reply. WishMaster: "You don't need to be sure, of course. That's what I am here for." "Relax and lean back in your chair." "Your arms feel so heavy, so droopy, like they're being dragged down towards the ground. Your legs sinking down, your whole body slowly sinking and growing heavy..." "As you feel yourself sinking deeper, deeper, further into my power..." "You will continue to buy your new clothes. Clothes make the man. Your new clothes will make YOU. You hear and obey." <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> More like that? What does he mean? Going without a shirt at work was already so humiliating and got you so many strange looks. But now that you think about it, going into work barefoot would be so hot. Your soles dirty from the street, showing off your toes, maybe even no pants.... You: "I am not sure about that...", you reply. WishMaster: "You don't need to be sure, of course. That's what I am here for." "Relax and lean back in your chair." "Your arms feel so heavy, so droopy, like they're being dragged down towards the ground. Your legs sinking down, your whole body slowly sinking and growing heavy..." "As you feel yourself sinking deeper, deeper, further into my power..." "You do not need clothes. Clothes make the man. You are not a man. You are a horny, stupid beast. You hear and obey." <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> Buying more? You had no plans to do that. But now that you think about it, a heavy pair of leather boots would be really hot. Clomping loudly on the ground with every step, that creak of leather, the smell... You: "I am not sure about that...", you reply. WishMaster: "You don't need to be sure, of course. That's what I am here for." "Relax and lean back in your chair." "Your arms feel so heavy, so droopy, like they're being dragged down towards the ground. Your legs sinking down, your whole body slowly sinking and growing heavy..." "As you feel yourself sinking deeper, deeper, further into my power..." "You will continue to buy your new clothes. Clothes make the man. Your new clothes will make YOU. You hear and obey." <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> Buying more? You had no plans to do that. But now that you think about it, a heavy pair of leather boots would be really hot. Clomping loudly on the ground with every step, that creak of leather, the smell... You: "I am not sure about that...", you reply. WishMaster: "You don't need to be sure, of course. That's what I am here for." "Relax and lean back in your chair." "Your arms feel so heavy, so droopy, like they're being dragged down towards the ground. Your legs sinking down, your whole body slowly sinking and growing heavy..." "As you feel yourself sinking deeper, deeper, further into my power..." "You will continue to buy your new clothes. Clothes make the man. Your new clothes will make YOU. You hear and obey." <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> Buying more? You had no plans to do that. But now that you think about it, a heavy pair of leather boots would be really hot. Clomping loudly on the ground with every step, that creak of leather, the smell... You: "I am not sure about that...", you reply. WishMaster: "You don't need to be sure, of course. That's what I am here for." "Relax and lean back in your chair." "Your arms feel so heavy, so droopy, like they're being dragged down towards the ground. Your legs sinking down, your whole body slowly sinking and growing heavy..." "As you feel yourself sinking deeper, deeper, further into my power..." "You will continue to buy your new clothes. Clothes make the man. Your new clothes will make YOU. You hear and obey." <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> Buying more? You had no plans to do that. But now that you think about it, a pair of running shoes would be great. Going for jogs, the pavement pounding under you, getting them so musky and warm with your smell... You: "I am not sure about that...", you reply. WishMaster: "You don't need to be sure, of course. That's what I am here for." "Relax and lean back in your chair." "Your arms feel so heavy, so droopy, like they're being dragged down towards the ground. Your legs sinking down, your whole body slowly sinking and growing heavy..." "As you feel yourself sinking deeper, deeper, further into my power..." "You will continue to buy your new clothes. Clothes make the man. Your new clothes will make YOU. You hear and obey." <</if>> [[I hear and obey|Work the next day]]

You're not quite ready for private messages yet. You talk to WishMaster through the channel, and start getting to know him. He links you a few really hot pictures of guys acting hypnotised, while being dressed up in new clothing. Punk gear, biker jackets, even business suits. That must be his thing. You watch some of the short videos he links, of people being told that they are a new person, that they never knew the man they were before. It's quite embarrassingly hot... The other people in the channel seem pretty friendly with WishMaster, so maybe he's not a creep or anything. What could it hurt? [[Message WishMaster]]

"Hi WishMaster", you type "Hello there. Looking to get into hypnosis?", he replies. You: "Yeah. I have never tried it before, but I think its kinda a hot idea" WishMaster: "What sort of thing do you enjoy the most?" You: "I kind of like the things you've been posting in chat, of guys getting new personalities and interests" WishMaster: "What a pleasant coincidence. As it happens, that's my favourite sort of thing too. I just enjoy helping people find their true, hidden selves." WishMaster: "Would you like to try it?" You have never really considered actually trying it so quickly. Still though...what would be the harm? You might be willing to give it a shot. You: "Well, ok. It might be fun to try it" WishMaster: "Glad to hear it. Just relax and listen along. Hypnosis is fun, and calming. You just want to sit back and read my words." "Read them and listen. No need to worry about replying. No need to think too hard about things. Just breathe in and out. In an out. Nice and slow." "Relaxing more and more. Feeling a little heavy at your chair, your eyes a bit tired and warm. Finding it hard to think or do much. Just relaxing, and empty, and calm" "More and more empty now. Your mind growing as calm as a soothing ocean. Breathing in. Breathing out. In. Out." "Feel yourself sinking down, deeper, deeper. Drifting off into a warm, soothing bath. No need to think. No need to do anything. Just relax and read my words" "When I count down to zero, you will completely sink down into total, mindless, happy calm. Totally open, no resistance, no thoughts. Nice and easy now." "Five." "Four." "Three." "Two." "One." "And...zero." You hadn't even realised it, but as you read WishMaster's texts, you had started to calm yourself, to sink back and relax and let this go ahead. WishMaster: "If you are totally under, type 'I hear and obey'" <<linkreplace "I feel so strange">>[[I hear and obey|Let's Begin]]<</linkreplace>>

At work the next day, you find yourself thinking about that conversation over and over. Why is it so hot? Is it just because you're finally trying out this hypnosis kink, or is there something more? <<if $career == "business">> You end up daydreaming about your mind shifting, becoming more confident, more proud. Your voice becoming deep and commanding. Telling people what to do, being in charge. Your hobbies and interests becoming refined and dignified. Before you know it, it's lunch time. You shake off your fantasies and dash outside to grab something from the nearby department store. On your way down to the food section, your eye is caught unexpectedly by something in the clothing area. An expensive black business suit, tailored towards a much taller, and more broad-shouldered man than yourself. <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> You end up daydreaming about your mind shifting, becoming more nervous, submissive, weak. Your voice becoming stammering and quiet. Unable to refuse any command, just an obedient doormat. Spending all your time doing whatever you're told... Before you know it, it's lunch time. You shake off your strange fantasies and dash outside to grab something from the nearby department store. On your way down to the food section, your eye is caught unexpectedly by something in the clothing area. A bargain bin work shirt, the fabric looking crumpled, shiny and cheap. It probably would fit terribly, and make you look like a cheap, unimportant scruff... Why is that hot? Damnit... <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> You end up daydreaming about your mind shifting, becoming more carefree, rebellious, horny. Your voice becoming younger but with a street accent. Spending your time at the skate park, doing tricks and hooking up. Before you know it, it's lunch time. You shake off your strange fantasies and dash outside to grab something from the nearby department store. On your way down to the food section, your eye is caught unexpectedly by something in the clothing area. A green hoodie, the back covered in skate brands and slogans. It looks way too small for you... <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> You end up daydreaming about your mind shifting, becoming empty, stupid, and horny. Your voice degrading into grunts and squeals. Spending your time doing nothing but jerking off, never bathing, being just a cum and piss dump... Before you know it, it's lunch time. You shake off your strange fantasies and dash outside to grab something from the nearby department store. On your way down to the food section, your eye is caught unexpectedly by something in the clothing area. A cheap metal necklace of a cartoon pig face. You can't help but imagine walking around shirtless with that on... <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> You end up daydreaming about your mind shifting, becoming rebellious, rude, and horny. A thick accent in your mouth, when your mouth isn't full of cock. Spending your time rocking out, listening to loud music, and having raunchy sex... Before you know it, it's lunch time. You shake off your strange fantasies and dash outside to grab something from the nearby department store. On your way down to the food section, your eye is caught unexpectedly by something in the clothing area. A tight leather jacket, with spikes on the shoulder and a big tiger face on the back. <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> You end up daydreaming about your mind shifting, becoming dumb, aggressive, and violent. Growling and snarling in a deep, rumbling voice. Spending your time riding your bike, drinking heavily and fighting... Before you know it, it's lunch time. You shake off your strange fantasies and dash outside to grab something from the nearby department store. On your way down to the food section, your eye is caught unexpectedly by something in the clothing area. A huge leather jacket, with padded elbows, almost like armour. <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> You end up daydreaming about your mind shifting, becoming dominant, kink, and horny. A deep, chocolately voice in your mouth, telling people what to do and how to serve you. Spending your time playing with all forms of whips, toys and bondage gear... Before you know it, it's lunch time. You shake off your strange fantasies and dash outside to grab something from the nearby department store. On your way down to the food section, your eye is caught unexpectedly by something in the clothing area. A huge and shiny leather jacket, too big for your frame, but made for someone with wide and powerful shoulders. <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> You end up daydreaming about your mind shifting, becoming dumber, more aggressive. Your voice becoming a cocky, relaxed bro drawl. Spending your time at the gym, pumping iron, getting swole. Doing sports with your bros and not thinking too hard about anything. Before you know it, it's lunch time. You shake off your strange fantasies and dash outside to grab something from the nearby department store. On your way down to the food section, your eye is caught unexpectedly by something in the clothing area. A red varsity jacket. Something you've never considered wearing before, but which now seems so confusingly appealing... <</if>> [[Just get food]] [[Wear it]]

You are so distracted when you pick up your sandwich that you end up buying some horrible vegan thing instead of the one you usually get. You keep glancing over to the clothing section, thinking about what it would be like to wear it. After failing to use the self-checkout three times from distraction, you decide to just bite the bullet and get it out of your system by going to check it out. [[Wear it]]

The next day comes, and you don't really remember what you were getting up to last night after work. You vaguely remember talking to someone online, but then the memories drift away. Michael sits at the desk facing yours. The two of you are separated by your desks and monitors. He glances over to the side and grins at you. "New wardrobe seems to be sticking around then?", he says. You grin and say that you're just trying it out. <<if $career == "business">> Work is going surprisingly well today. You feel more confident, more in charge. People stop to listen to your suggestions, and a lot of them are coming to ask you for advice. Your phone beeps during a quiet period. <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> Work is going terribly today. Everyone around you seems to assume they can offload your work on you. Someone who should be below you, job-wise, asks you to fetch coffee for them. You find yourself saying "yes sir", and try to cover the bulge in your pants. Your phone beeps when you finally get a moment back at your desk. <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> Work is going quite bad today. You struggle to focus on the screen, and the tasks you're meant to do hurt your head when you try to think of them. It's like a lot of the things you should know are just slightly too much for your brain to hold on to. Your phone beeps during a quiet period. <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> Work is going quite bad today. You struggle to focus on the screen, and the tasks you're meant to do hurt your head when you try to think of them. It's like a lot of the things you should know are just slightly too much for your brain to hold on to. Your phone beeps during a quiet period. <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> Work is going quite bad today. You struggle to focus on the screen, and the tasks you're meant to do hurt your head when you try to think of them. It's like a lot of the things you should know are just slightly too much for your brain to hold on to. Your phone beeps during a quiet period. <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> Work is going quite bad today. You struggle to focus on the screen, and the tasks you're meant to do hurt your head when you try to think of them. It's like a lot of the things you should know are just slightly too much for your brain to hold on to. Your phone beeps during a quiet period. <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> Work is going surprisingly well today. You feel more confident, more in charge. People stop to listen to your suggestions, and a lot of them are coming to ask you for advice. Your phone beeps during a quiet period. <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> Work is going quite bad today. You struggle to focus on the screen, and the tasks you're meant to do hurt your head when you try to think of them. It's like a lot of the things you should know are just slightly too much for your brain to hold on to. Your phone beeps during a quiet period. <</if>> You open up your phone, and see WishMaster is online. WishMaster: "Just checking up on my latest subject. Work going well? Who's there with you?" You: "Going pretty well. Just me and Michael here right now" WishMaster: "Ah yes, the coworker you mentioned. That works out well." "Sink down deep. Obey me as your mind returns to that blissful, ignorant state of obedience." Your body goes limp. It becomes hard to think as your head feels full of fluff and cotton. You can only stare blankly at the screen. WishMaster sends a strange, pulsing animated image. WishMaster: "Show this to Michael, and then you may wake up." Your hand moves by itself, as you lift the phone at point it at Michael. He sees you, and looks over to get a glance. "What's that...mean...", he says. You snap back to your senses, and quickly put the phone away. Michael rubs his face. "What were we talking about?", he says. [[Talk to Michael]]

WishMaster: "Yes, a new self. One that has completely taken over. It is time to drop all of that old, unnecessary $name. This will be our last time playing, I'm a little sad to say. My contract was only with $name. Now. Strip." Your body moves on its own, and you slowly begin to strip. Your head feels confused and slow again, as you struggle to think straight or remember what you're doing. "Your tie, a memory of your former job. No longer part of your life. Drop it, and it is gone", he says. You pull off your tie and throw it aside. You feel a fogginess in your head, as you struggle to remember what you were doing so many days for the past years... "Your work shirt, your ordinary mannerisms, normal likes and hobbies. No longer needed. Drop it, and it is gone", he says. You unbutton your cotton shirt and drop it. You can no longer remember what you like to do in your free time. It's just an empty hole in your head. "Work pants, your obligations, the connections you need to keep. People to get in touch with, to talk to, dragging you along. None of them are needed. Drop it, and it is gone", he says. You undo your pants button, drop them, and kick them aside. Only WishMaster remains. You don't know anyone else, you have never met anyone in your life. "Last thing. Your underwear. The intimate part, the warm undergarments. Representing your previous loves and needs. Your previous lovers. What do you do with it?", he says. At the back of your mind, a part of you tries to resist this, to fight it. How much of you is left, if you do this? [[Drop it and it is gone]] [[Drop it and it is gone]] [[Drop it and it is gone]]

"My mistake. I must have the wrong number", the stranger on the phone types. You delete him from your contacts. <<if $career == "business">> You sit back down in your executive chair, and spin it before looking out through the window. You are rich, powerful, and in control. The younger worker you took a shine to, Michael, looks up at you from under your desk. He blushes as he reaches up and unzips your pants, before fishing out your thick, throbbing uncut cock. "It's huge...", he mumbles. You wink at him. "Big tasks deserve rewards. Do well and I might promote you to footstool, boy", you tell him. Yes, you think you are very happy with your life. Not that you ever had any other one... <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> You then leave the bathroom, and return to your boss's office. Sitting behind the desk, grinning smugly, is Michael. His changes increased too. Now he has a moustache to go with his beard, and his suit is even more expensive, as it clings to his huge, hairy body. He lifts up his feet, and rests them on the shiny desk. You look down at them, seeing the sleek socks cling to his toes, and notice that the brass nameplate for the CEO now bears his name. "Jessie, I'm not paying you to use your phone", he says. He points to a bin next to him, and you nervously walk over and drop your phone into it, atop a bunch of crumpled papers. His hand presses on your shoulder and pushes you down to your knees. Before you can protest, you are pushed down into the dark area under his desk, with the only light coming from either side of his body above you. His feet push you down to the floor, before he rests them on top of your head. "I'm going to be working until late tonight, boy. Don't expect to get any extra pay, though. After all, being my footstool is part of your job description. And if I catch you touching yourself, there will be trouble", he says. You nod. You are not sure if you really like your life...but it's not like you ever had any other one... <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> "Yo, come on dude, what are you doing?", your friend Razz shouts. You shove your phone in your baggy pants, and drop your skateboard, before hopping on and rolling over to your friend outside the bathrooms. He grins and pulls out something from his hoodie. A fat blunt. You give him a high five. "Come on, lets do another half hour then go back to mine and light up. You can huff my sneaks again, I know you like that you freak", he says. You grin, and wrap your arms around him before pressing your mouths together. The stud on his tongue slides against your own as you kiss your boyfriend. One of them, anyway - you have quite a few. Yes, you think you are very happy with your life. Not that you ever had any other one... <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> You snort, and shiver as your fat, throbbing cock unloads another thick spray of cum all over your bulging round belly. The phone slips from your hands and disappears. Doesn't matter. You can't read anyway. You can't think, or talk. Just squeal and rut, pump your cock and cover yourself in cum. You shove your fat hand down behind you, and start fingering yourself. A few men walk in, and laugh as they see you. They fish out their cocks and unload more streams of hot piss all over your fat piggy face. Yes, you think you are very happy with your life. Not that you ever had any other one... <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> You stick your phone back in your spiked jacket, and leave the bathroom to return to the waiting room. "Cum Genocide, you're on in thirty", says the announcer. Your fellow band members grin and tune their instruments. You try out your bass, but then Smash, your band's singer, reaches down and unbuckles his skull belt, before dropping his pants and showing off his thick, throbbing cock. Ladder piercings glisten on the shaft all the way down, and a shiny prince albert rings his tip. "Thirty's plenty of time for $newname to help get us in the mood, right boys?", he says. Your mouth waters as the other band members chuckle and start fishing out their own musky, unwashed cocks. Yes, you think you are very happy with your life. Not that you ever had any other one... <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> You shove your phone back into your jacket, and leave the bathroom, before sitting down at your usual chair. A huge, hairy biker sits down in front of you. He has a big scar over his face, and a wild, viking-like beard. He slides a mug of ale over to you. "$newname, arm wrestle. Now", he says. You laugh, and put out your massive hairy arm to grasp his. "Alright Vik, but when I beat you again you're not just sucking me off this time. I wanna break in that big hairy ass of yours. Raw", you say. He grins. "You're on, boss", he growls. Your muscles strain as you press and struggle against eachother, but you already know you'll win this one easily. After that, you can hop on your chopper and feel the engine rumble between your legs... Yes, you think you are very happy with your life. Not that you ever had any other one... < <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> You place your phone on the side, and stretch before turning back around. Your latest cub has just walked in. He's chubby and hairy, and blushing a little as he pulls off his shirt and shows off that handsome round belly. "Uh, this is my first time doing stuff like this, so can we like...go slow?", he says nervously. You walk forward, and he gets redder as he looks over your hairy, rugged body, and smells your leather harness and manly musk. You lift his arms up over his head, and gently click some handcuffs around his wrists. His pants visibly tent. "The safe word is pineapple. Now, call me daddy...", you say. Yes, you think you are very happy with your life. Not that you ever had any other one... <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> You shove your phone back in your pants. You hate being distracted from your workout! You finish up in the bathroom and return to the gym. You slide back under the barbells and get lifting. Your muscles throb and ache as you lift, pushing up the heavy weights over and over. Your rippling bod drips with sweat, and you grin and growl a little with pleasure. Fuck it feels good to be a hot stud. Maybe later today you'll hook up with the bros and play some football. They're extra hot after you all have been tusslin' on the grass for a while. Yes, you think you are very happy with your life. Not that you ever had any other one... <</if>>

You slowly peel down your underwear, letting your hard cock rise up into the air. Then, with a sudden rush of relief and pleasure, you drop it. You remember no one now. Nothing. You are totally blank. You are empty. <<if $career == "business">> "Now, $newname. Put on your new life", WishMaster commands. There is a package in front of you, which you open robotically, your face blank and emotionless. It's a perfectly tailored suit, probably worth thousands. There is a photograph next to it. You lift it and see your former boss, standing naked next to the removed clothing. "He doesn't need these now", it says. You reach in and slide the silk boxers up your legs. You shiver and pant as you remember all the interns you've slept with, the expensive escorts, the hookups looking for a "daddy"... The suit pants come next, and as you buckle them around your hefty waist, you remember your business connections, people who owe you favours, the many men you can control and wrap around your finger. As you button up your shirt, and pull on your jacket, your posture shifts. You stand straighter, and instinctively stroke your moustache. You find yourself craving a cigar. Perhaps after work. Hmm, maybe your former boss might appreciate a strong man to put him in his place. He was handsome, for a retiree... You see something you missed, a pair of gleaming, expensive wingtip shoes. It takes you but a moment to slide your huge socked feet into them, and feel this life seal itself onto you forever. These are shoes you walked a mile in, after all. You have never been anyone but yourself. <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> "Now, $newname. Put on your new life", WishMaster commands. There is a package in front of you, which you open robotically, your face blank and emotionless. It's a set of office clothes, almost the same as your old ones, but visibly cheaper and less comfortable. You pick up the pair of tighty whities, and pull them up over your scrawny legs. As they slide around your crotch and over your shrunken cock, you get memories of sucking off your boss, rubbing men's feet, being a total doormat. Never hooking up properly or getting to cum yourself, only ever being used and stepped on by other guys. You pull up the glossy, crumpled pants, and feel nervous and awkward as you remember a long string of crappy, humiliating office jobs. Always fetching coffee, rubbing people's feet, getting your work stolen or other people taking credit for it. Then comes the shirt, too tight and uncomfortable, with a cheap tie that has a visible seam and tag on it. Your posture becoming more nervous and shy, feeling all of your willpower and confidence drain away. A pathetic sense of embarrassing submission fully soaking your mind, as you flinch and wait for someone to tell you what to do. <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> "Now, $newname. Put on your new life", WishMaster commands. There is a package in front of you, which you open robotically, your face blank and emotionless. It's a set of clothes, a hoodie, some baggy pants, some boxers with skull print patterns on. You pick up the boxers, and pull them up over your skinny legs, until they rest around your hard cock, bulging in the front. Memories swell up inside you. Hooking up with cute guys in highschool, sniffing your big brother Michael's socks in secret. Now you're in college, getting together with your stoner friends to suck them off and rub their feet. You drag the baggy jeans up your legs too, and a chain attached to the pocket clinks as you fasten them. Remembering never having a job, just chilling in college and sponging off your brother. Spending your free time at the skate park or gaming with stoners. The green hoodie is next, and your posture becomes more slouched and relaxed. A lazy grin appears on your face, as you think about how you want to chill today. Get sweaty at the skate park, maybe head home and smell your own sneaks, or someone else's if you're lucky. You see something you missed. A pair of rank, filthy converse, the soles stained and dirty. You lift them up, and inhale your own scent oozing from inside. So familiar, so comfortable. You slide them on and stretch out your toes inside. These are shoes you walked a mile in, after all. You have never been anyone but yourself. <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> "Now, $newname, ordinarily I would now provide you with some new clothes. A new life for you to wear, and override any remains of your old one." "But what need of clothes does a pig slave have? No need for a personality, for a past, for history or memories. No, instead of clothes, I command you to cum. Cover your disgusting body with the stink and seed that is all you exist for", WishMaster commands. You reach down and grip your cock, and start to pump. Robotically at first, with no hint of pleasure or reaction as you orgasm the first time. But as the ropes of cum drip on your belly, you start to grin, and pant. You pump faster, blushing and shivering as you cum again. More loads spray onto your jiggly moobs, your face. You squeal as you eagerly keep on jacking, while desperately aching for your hole to be filled. Your cum splatters onto the dirty floor, and you lean down to lick it up, while still jerking and pumping your cock. You remember nothing, have no idea who you are or why you are here. But you don't care. Only pleasure matters. Filth and cum, that is why you exist. <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> "Now, $newname. Put on your new life", WishMaster commands. There is a package in front of you, which you open robotically, your face blank and emotionless. It's a set of clothes. Some torn, well-worn jeans, an anarchy-symbol shirt with ripped sleeves, dirty black boxers, and of course your beloved spiked jacket. The boxers are thick with musk, and the scent washes over you as you pull them up over your legs. As your cock settles into the front, you remember your many, many sexual encounters. Rocking out at clubs, hooking up with whatever guy hits your fancy. One time spilling a drink on someone and getting in a fight, only to end up making out with him and then going back to his van to suck him off. Following your favourite band on tour, and getting to blow the drummer after a gig, while he was drenched in sweat. Even getting gangbanged by members of your own garage band, taken in both ends. You pull on the jeans, and as the denim slides up your legs, you remember your few odd jobs. Bartending, roadie work, making ends meet in between playing music and trying to get your band off the ground. Just enough cash to party and get high. You slide on the smelly shirt, and pull your jacket up over your arms. It feels great, the scent of the leather making you slouch and relax. A laid back grin appearing on your face, while you feel a metal stud forming on your tongue. You fantasise about the faces guys make when you slide that along the bottom of their cocks. You see something you missed. A pair of leather engineer boots, with a buckle on the side. Familiar and well-worn, musky with your scent. As you slide your feet into them, you feel like you've worn them a thousand times before. These are shoes you walked a mile in, after all. You have never been anyone but yourself. <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> "Now, $newname. Put on your new life", WishMaster commands. There is a package in front of you, which you open robotically, your face blank and emotionless. The clothing inside the package is rough, and stinks of gasoline and sweat. A pair of dirty boxers. Some rough, well-worn leather pants, with thick kneepads for protection. A white vest, and of course, your huge jacket, which is now covered in biker meetup patches, that look old and time-worn. You pull on the boxers, and as your huge, thick brick of a cock fills out the front, you start to remember your past relationships. First hookup in highschool, with a guy you were bullying. Finding out he was getting horny when you shoved him against the wall, and starting to make out with him and let him blow you in secret. Later, getting together with guys in your biker gang. You can always tell which ones are like you, a certain look in the eye, the way they walk. It's always easy to coax them into a fight, get your blood pumping with fists and kicks, that moves rapidly into angry, rough kissing and a battle to be the one who pins the other down for a fucking. Then comes the pants, heavy and creaky as the slide up over your huge, hairy tree-trunk legs. You remember the shady jobs you've had in the past. A few times being a bouncer for some dive bars, jobs you always lost for getting into brawls. Violent thefts and drug running with your biker gang making up the rest of your cash, with a few muggings too. You flex and clench your fists as your heart pounds with violent lust. You pull the vest down over your head, and the fabric strains around your rock-hard, bulging hairy belly. The jacket comes next, and it covers your arms and back like an old lover. Your heavy, thick jacket, you've had this bad boy for decades. Your posture shifts, leaning forward a little, almost knuckle-dragging like an ape. Your movements swaggering and aggressive, filled with barely-contained violent masculinity. Anyone who takes one glance at you can tell you're bad news. You see something you missed. A pair of rough, scuffed heavy steel-tipped leather boots. The stink of the road, and of your unwashed feet, ooze from them. You push your huge feet into them, feeling the familiar texture, the heavy weight. These are shoes you walked a mile in, after all. You have never been anyone but yourself. <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> "Now, $newname. Put on your new life", WishMaster commands. There is a package in front of you, which you open robotically, your face blank and emotionless. It's a full set of leather gear, the perfect fit for your current environment. A harness, chaps, and a shiny black rubber speedo. You reach for the speedo, and slide it up over your huge, hairy legs. The clingy material hugs tightly to your body, and your enormous bulge stretches out the front lewdly as you pull it on. Your mind is suddenly overwhelmed with memories. Every sexual encounter you've had, far far too many to count. A vast string of men you have shoved underfoot, bound up in gags and gear. Leather puppy boys, guys moaning and cumming as you whip them. Men in stocks, hanging up on bondage harnesses, or stuck in little boxes with only their asses hanging out. It's so much you almost faint, before shaking your head and slowly accepting it. Sex is a lifestyle for you, you are an expert at it. You pull on the chaps. The creaky leather slides up your legs, showing off how thick and strong they are. It fills you with your memories of this job. Being paid by horny men to dominate them. Put them in their place, make them cum under your boot, or not cum at all and be left whining and desperate as they are whipped, bound or degraded. It's an excellent money maker, particularly for you. The harness comes on easily after that. It feels like you've worn it every day for years. It hugs your hairy bear belly, as your posture becomes more confident, but also more sensual. Your every move showing yourself off in that dominant, but relaxed way. Letting your hairy pits show, or propping up your boots to make a horny little sub stare and fantasise about you. It all comes so naturally. You see something you missed. A pair of high, gleaming leather boots. You lift them, smelling the leather, before sliding your huge hairy feet into them. They feel natural on you, heavy and dominant. These are shoes you walked a mile in, after all. You have never been anyone but yourself. <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> "Now, $newname. Put on your new life", WishMaster commands. There is a package in front of you, which you open robotically, your face blank and emotionless. It's a jock strap, some jogging pants, and a black tank top. You pick up the jockstrap, which has COCK KING written across the waistband, and pull it up over your legs. As your huge bulge rests snugly in the front of it, you feel a rush of memories enter your head. Your first boyfriend, a guy on the football team with you in college. Hookups with other guys you met at the gym, topping them or letting them admire and lick your perfect body. The jogging pants come next, and you remember trying out for professional football, but not making the grades and focusing on just perfecting your body. Moving on to a job as a personal trainer, and now the spokesman for Dumb Muscleboy muscle enhancement pills, which keep your brain dumb and happy. Then you pull on the tank top, which clings tightly to your bulging body. Your posture straightens, becoming cocky and confident. A dumb, chill grin spreads across your face, as you picture your workout plans for the day. No need to do any thinking, just feel the burn and pump those muscles. You see something you missed. A pair of well-worn, sweaty sneakers. Musky and dirty from so many miles of jogging. You instinctively slide your huge feet into them, feeling the comfortable footwear that you've worn so often. These are shoes you walked a mile in, after all. You have never been anyone but yourself. <</if>> Your phone buzzes, distracting you from your thoughts. WishMaster: "Now, will there be anything else, $name?" [[Who is that?|Your new life]]

WishMaster: "I am unlocking your deepest desires. Your hidden self. Just relax, and let yourself lean back. I will handle everything that needs to be done" "Do you feel that tingling on your skin? Your hairs rising up as my hands stroke slowly along your upper arms. That sensation of them moving past your neck. Up to your head." "Try as you might, you can feel that sensation of me behind you. My hands closing around your head, gently squeezing." "You can feel my key now, the cold, thin metal as I touch the back of your neck with it. Just relax. Breathe in, breathe out" "I am going to open you up. My key is sliding inside you. Feel it slip into the back of your neck. Cold and firm." "Now, with a twist, I am going to turn off your mind. Your willpower and decisions will stop. You will simply do as I command, without thought." "Here we go." "Three." "Two." "One." "Twist." "Now. What is your real name?" <<textbox "$name" "" "Your Desires">>

WishMaster: "Now...on the count of three, wake up. One. Two. Three". You blink, blushing and horny and shaking a little, as you come to your senses. That was amazing! You talk to WishMaster a bit more, asking him about bikers and his kinks, and finding yourself way more into it than you expected. That night, you jerk off thinking of being a greasuh thug in his harem...

WishMaster: "Welcome, $name. See how easy it is to be a puppet, to do as commanded without thought." "I am going to make you exactly what you desire. But I will need you to tell me some things about yourself first. Only the truth will come from your mouth, and you will answer as soon as I finish speaking." "Your true self is speaking now. The person hidden inside you, who you will become. Tell me; are you strong? Do you put others in their place? Or do you do as you are told, and accept the commands of others? A leader, or a follower?" [[I am a leader]] [[I am a follower]]

Your mouth answers without hesitation, before you can even register or understand what you are being asked. Your fingers move too, typing in and replying immediately. WishMaster: "Very good, very good. I could tell as soon as I met you. Within you beats the proud heart of a lion. Yes, I can work with this." "Another question. What do you think of society? Do you uphold the rules and seek a clean and traditional place? Or do you reject such things? Are you rebel, or a man of society?" <<set $dom to true>> [[I am of the streets]] [[I am of society]]

Your mouth answers without hesitation, before you can even register or understand what you are being asked. Your fingers move too, typing in and replying immediately. WishMaster: "Nothing to be ashamed of, there. Followers are vital. Without people like you, how would the strong ever know their place? Yes, you can be proud to be loyal, and obedient." "Another question. What do you think of society? Do you uphold the rules and seek a clean and traditional place? Or do you reject such things? Are you a rebel, or a man of society?" [[I am of the streets]] [[I am of society]]

Again, you answer him mechanically and immediately. No thought moves through your empty head. WishMaster: "A rebel, it seems. Wild and free, resisting the chains of what we are supposed to want. I can respect that." "A final question for you, and then I will bring you forward into the world. This question is a little personal, but I'm sure you will forgive me." "Are you a man of base desires. Sex, violence, simple things?" <<set $streets to true>> [[Yes]] [[No]]

Again, you answer him mechanically and immediately. No thought moves through your empty head. WishMaster: "Society makes many boxes for us all, but not all of us wish to be out from such boxes. No judgement here; you will be very happy in your true life, either way." "A final question for you, and then I will bring you forward into the world. This question is a little personal, but I'm sure you will forgive me." "Are you a man of base desires. Sex, violence, simple things?" [[Yes]] [[No]]

WishMaster: "That's right. You are. Consumed by your most primal desires, with no care for how it will affect you...very good, very good." <<set $filth to true>> "I think it is time for me to tell you who you truly are." <<if $dom && $streets && $filth>> [[Leather Daddy]] <</if>> <<if $dom && !$streets && !$filth>> [[Business Daddy]] <</if>> <<if $dom && !$streets && $filth>> [[Biker]] <</if>> <<if $dom && $streets && !$filth>> [[Jock]] <</if>> <<if !$dom && $streets && $filth>> [[Punk]] <</if>> <<if !$dom && $streets && !$filth>> [[Skater]] <</if>> <<if !$dom && !$streets && $filth>> [[Pig Slave]] <</if>> <<if !$dom && !$streets && !$filth>> [[Office Slave]] <</if>>

WishMaster: "That's fine with me. Not all new lives are totally consumed by their own basest needs. No, you are someone else..." "I think it is time for me to tell you who you truly are." <<if $dom && $streets && $filth>> [[Leather Daddy]] <</if>> <<if $dom && !$streets && !$filth>> [[Business Daddy]] <</if>> <<if $dom && !$streets && $filth>> [[Biker]] <</if>> <<if $dom && $streets && !$filth>> [[Jock]] <</if>> <<if !$dom && $streets && $filth>> [[Punk]] <</if>> <<if !$dom && $streets && !$filth>> [[Skater]] <</if>> <<if !$dom && !$streets && $filth>> [[Pig Slave]] <</if>> <<if !$dom && !$streets && !$filth>> [[Office Slave]] <</if>>

WishMaster: "Now I see you. The true you, your hidden self." "You are powerful, and in control. A mature and handsome older man. You are a leader, you brim with confidence and strength." Your heart pumps faster as you hear that. You find yourself sitting up straighter in your chair. "You are a business genius, a man destined to become in charge. You must put others in their place, and show them your superiority. Make them see that they want to be beneath you, to follow your commands." You nod. This is correct. This is who you are. "You are a daddy bear, and a powerful and respectable businessman. You are always in charge, you will always come out on top. Your name is Dominick; but you like to be called Dom." <<set $newname to "Dom">> [[My name is Dom|One last thing]] <<linkreplace "My name is $name">>[[My name is Dom|One last thing]]<</linkreplace>> <<set $newname to "Dom">> <<set $career to "business">>

WishMaster: "Now I see you. The true you, your hidden self." "Hmm, how disappointing. I don't see anything of value in you. You are just a doormat. A loser, who does what he is told and lets himself be abused." Your heart pumps faster as you hear that. That's not true! Why can't you sit up, look away... "You are obedient and pitiful. Anyone can tell you what to do and you'll hop to it. If someone says jump, you ask how high, but you make sure to call them sir, too. Your own needs don't matter, you just accept that you will be walked all over." You nod. Then you shake your head. This is not who you are! Is it? "You are, let's call it an office slave. Crappy job where you accept any indignity. You are never in charge, always on the bottom rung. Your name is...let's see, I had a friend who ended up with this unfortunate new life. We'll name you after him, Jessie." <<set $newname to "Jessie">> [[My name is Jessie|One last thing]] <<linkreplace "My name is $name">>[[My name is Jessie|One last thing]]<</linkreplace>> <<set $newname to "Jessie">> <<set $career to "office">>

WishMaster: "Now I see you. The true you, your hidden self." "You are strong and confident. Particularly about your body. You love your muscles, and working out, and building up sweat." Your heart pumps faster as you hear that. Your muscles feel bulging and hot, as you crave the feeling of straining them. "You are not smart, but that doesn't matter. You don't really care about thinking too hard. You just love to play sports, and get sweaty. To build up your muscles and be on top. You are dominant, and cocky, but you care little for having a normal job, you only care about sports and exercise." You nod. This is correct. This is who you are. "You are a jock. A dumb, and sexy jock. You love everything about physical fitness and working out. Your name is Chris." <<set $newname to "Chris">> [[My name is Chris|One last thing]] <<linkreplace "My name is $name">>[[My name is Chris|One last thing]]<</linkreplace>> <<set $newname to "Chris">> <<set $career to "jock">>

WishMaster: "Now I see you. The true you, your hidden self." "You are crude, laid back, and lazy. A rebellious, unwashed punk. You love doing whatever makes you feel good, however that makes you look." Your heart pumps faster as you hear that. You find yourself sitting up straighter in your chair. "You are a skater, and a stoner. You do drugs, wear dirty clothes, and do tricks at the skate park. Then, you love hooking up with the other guys there. Smelling their sweaty skate shoes, letting them press their feet on your face or cum on you." Wait, what? You suddenly feel so horny. Is this who you are? "You are a horny young skater punk. You love piercings, dyed hair, getting wasted and getting dirty with other horny, carefree guys. Your name is TJ. You are, let's say, about 19 or 20, and you don't care about anything but feeling good." <<set $newname to "TJ">> [[My name is TJ|One last thing]] <<linkreplace "My name is $name">>[[My name is TJ|One last thing]]<</linkreplace>> <<set $newname to "TJ">> <<set $career to "skater">>

WishMaster: "Now I see you. The true you, your hidden self." "You are rough, dangerous and violent. A muscular, leather-clad rebel. You are a leader, you put others in their place with your fists." Your heart pumps faster as you hear that. You find yourself sitting up straighter in your chair. "You are a biker, a gang member. You ride on your hog, drink heavily, and when other men are around you use your phyiscal strength show them your superiority. Make them see that they want to be beneath you, to follow your commands." You nod. This is correct. This is who you are. "You are a biker bear, and a rough, tough and horny one. You are always in charge, you will always come out on top. Your name is Crush; a name you chose because that's what you do." <<set $newname to "Crush">> [[My name is Crush|One last thing]] <<linkreplace "My name is $name">>[[My name is Crush|One last thing]]<</linkreplace>> <<set $newname to "Crush">> <<set $career to "biker">>

WishMaster: "Now I see you. The true you, your hidden self." "Oh, now this is interesting. I don't see this sort of outcome at all. You're not really a person at all, are you? You're just a filthy, horny brainless idiot." Your heart pumps faster as you hear that. What? What does he mean by that? "You love cumming. It's all that matters. Pumping your filthy unwashed cock and covering yourself with more and more layers of smelly jizz. You will accept any sexual act, any filth or depravity. You want to be pissed on, to be covered in filth, for countless men to leave their scent and cum on you." Your hand moves down to your pants against your will, as you start jacking off. You try to resist, but you can't... "You are a disgusting pig slave. Clothing is too good for you. Pigs should be naked, and jacking off. You don't deserve a name, names are for people who think, for humans. You are just a pig. Aren't you, Pig?" <<set $newname to "Pig">> [[My name is Pig|One last thing]] <<linkreplace "My name is $name">>[[My name is Pig|One last thing]]<</linkreplace>> <<set $newname to "Pig">> <<set $career to "pig">>

WishMaster: "Now I see you. The true you, your hidden self." "You are powerful, and in control. A mature and handsome older man. You are a leader, you brim with confidence and strength." Your heart pumps faster as you hear that. You find yourself sitting up straighter in your chair. "You are a kinky, dominant top, a man destined to become in charge. You love making others feel good by putting them in their place. Make them see that they want to be beneath you, to follow your commands." You nod. This is correct. This is who you are. "You are a leather daddy, and a fetish escort. Men come to you to be chained, whipped, and teased. Your name is Daddy. That is all anyone should be calling you." <<set $newname to "Daddy">> [[My name is Daddy|One last thing]] <<linkreplace "My name is $name">>[[My name is Daddy|One last thing]]<</linkreplace>> <<set $newname to "Daddy">> <<set $career to "leather">>

WishMaster: "Now I see you. The true you, your hidden self." "You are rough, tough and crude. A rebellious, unwashed punk. You love doing whatever makes you feel good, however that makes you look." Your heart pumps faster as you hear that. You find yourself sitting up straighter in your chair. "You are a punk, a musician. You do drugs, drink heavily, and indulge your sexual desires. Those desires, mostly, involve wanting to feel other men's unwashed cocks in your mouth. Or ramming your ass. The more dirty and wild the men are, the better." Wait, what? You suddenly feel so horny. Is this who you are? "You are a horny guitar punk. You love piercings, dyed hair, getting wasted and getting dirty with other horny, carefree guys. Your name is Slash; it has a double meaning. You chose it because slashing can also be slang for pissing, and well, you do love dirty things." <<set $newname to "Slash">> [[My name is Slash|One last thing]] <<linkreplace "My name is $name">>[[My name is Slash|One last thing]]<</linkreplace>> <<set $newname to "Slash">> <<set $career to "punk">>

WishMaster: "Excellent. Your true self is awakened, and now as each day passes, your real self will emerge more and more. Taking control, showing you the way to live. The change is irreversible, and unstoppable." "You accept this. You want to let yourself change completely into this new identity I have created for you. To forget everything about your old life, and become forever sealed into the new one. You hear and obey." [[I hear and obey]] <<linkreplace "No, that's not me!">>[[I hear and obey]]<</linkreplace>>

WishMaster: "Yes, you do. Now, for my payment. I have given you what you want, and now I will take what I want, while your mind is open, and free, and will do as I command." "You are gay. You have never been interested in women, only in men. You love everything about men; their bodies, their cocks, everything." [[I was already gay]] <<linkreplace "I'm not gay">>[[I was already gay]]<</linkreplace>>

WishMaster: "Of course, of course, silly of me to ask. That will be all for our little session." "Do keep me appraised of your progess. I like to know that my subjects are happy and content. They always are." WishMaster: "Now...on the count of three, wake up. One. Two. Three". You blink, blushing and horny and shaking a little, as you come to your senses. That was so strange. It's like trying to remember a dream. You talk to WishMaster a bit more, asking him about what he likes. He keeps just bringing up that he likes men like you - like $newname. It's a little embarrassing, but makes you confusingly horny. That night, you jerk off thinking of $newname... [[The next day|At the shops]]

<<if $career == "business">> You get home, and sigh as you take off your business suit and hang it up neatly. You feel tired, but accomplished. You stroke a hand down your chest as you pull off your shirt and head to your room. As you pass by the mirror in your hall, you notice something is off. Your body is round and firm in the front. You reach down and touch the hefty, but firm, barrel-like belly hanging from your midriff. You turn to look in the mirror directly, and see that your new belly is covered in hairs. Dark brown hair, speckled with grey in some places. Your hands are larger too. You lift and look at them, seeing the worn, huge, hairy hands of an older, more mature man. When you look back in the mirror, you can see a faint hint of grey forming at your temples. Your chin and cheeks are dense with dark hair, as a short, manly beard forms over your face. <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> You get home, and sigh as you take off your shirt and hang it up. You feel tired, and embarrassed. You stroke a hand down your chest as you pull off your shirt, drop your pants, and head to your room. As you sit down on your bed, you feel like something is wrong. You look down at your boxer briefs, and slowly pull them off. You want something else, something a little more embarrassing. You stand up and root through your closet, until you find a pair of tighty whities you haven't worn in years. When you pull them on, they're uncomfortable and barely fit. You sit back down, and look at the throbbing bulge in your strained underwear. You feel so horny. You want to jack off, but...you don't deserve to feel good... You bite your lower lip, and whimper. Yes, you're such a pathetic doormat. You shouldn't get to cum unless someone lets you. Then you shake your head. No! This isn't you! This weird, pathetic feeling, the trembling inside you, it's all coming from that stupid conversation you had. You just need to shake it off. You walk out of your room and grab your shirt, and start putting it back on. If you stay dressed, maybe you can stop thinking about sexual stuff and slowly get your mind back on track. Unfortunately, that plan is interrupted by a knock on the door. You immediately stammer "coming!", and walk over, forgetting you're wearing nothing but a shirt and briefs. As you open the door, you look up, and then up some more. It's Michael! But was he always this tall? Or have you gotten shorter? Michael is looking different, for sure. His work clothes are bulging and straining, particularly at his arms, which are huge and powerful, and his new broader shoulders. He waves one of his hands, which is a massive and hairy, and smiles. His face looks more rugged and mature, and he's covered in dark, dense stubble. "Hey, it's er...$name, right? From work?", he says. His voice is deep and rumbling. You nod. He pats your shoulder, and the strength of it almost knocks you over. "My place is gettin' fumigated. So I figured, you're such an accomodating guy, you'd definitely let me crash here, right?", he says. You gulp. This is WishMaster's doing, you know it. Just say no! "What's mine is yours", you stammer. He grins and walks inside. He looks into your bedroom and nods. "That'll work for me. I sleep there, you on the couch, right? That feels right", he says. You agree, even as you try to say no. He walks into the living room, and sits down on the couch. It creaks under the weight of his huge bear body. He flicks on the TV, and starts watching something. Then he looks around. "Do you have a footstool? My feet are aching. It's like these shoes are two sizes too small", he says. You feel yourself instinctively fall to your knees, and then crawl forward on all fours next to him. Your face is flushed and red, but you can't stop yourself. He lifts his legs up, and rests his socked feet atop your back. They're heavy, and uncomfortable. "You're great, I love that you know just how to serve me", he says. The praise makes you so happy that you start to bulge and tent your too-small underwear. But then, the TV channel suddenly switches, changing to a glowing, swirling spiral. He looks at it, confused, then he unzips his pants, and pulls out his own extra-thick and girthy cock. It looks about four or five inches, but it's as thick as a brick. He starts to slowly stroke himself. "What's yours is mine, right...?", he says, in a slow, confused voice. His cock starts to throb, swelling and bulging in his massive hairy hand. It bulges up, inflating to six inches, then seven. You feel a tightness between your legs. You stare at your bulge, and then gasp as you see it slowly starting to shrink. Even though you're rock-hard and horny, the seven inch bulge slowly drops to six, then five. You whine, as you feel pre dribble from your tip. Soon even your too-small tighty-whities are baggy in the front. Michael pulls his feet off you, and you pull on the front of your waistband, and whimper as you see a twitching, dribbling two-inch hard on. Meanwhile, he's squeezing a massive eleven inch monster, and the pleasure on his hairy brutish face makes it clear he's loving it. <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> You get home, and sigh as you take off your hoodie and hang it up. You feel tired, but accomplished. You stroke a hand down your chest as you pull off your shirt and head to your room. As you pass by the mirror in your hall, you notice something is off. That can't possibly be your stomach. Where there was once a normal, slightly chubby chest, you now see a thin, lean body. A swimmer's build, with a firm chest and even some muscle. You reach down and touch the hard, warm muscles that stand out on your midriff. You turn to look in the mirror directly, and see that it is not the only change. Your hair is longer, and shaggier. It stands out wildly at the sides. Your skin looks smoother and younger, and you seem like you have shrunk a little, with your limbs more narrow. Your body hair has receded and disappeared, except for a little fluff under your belly button. You shake your head and try to focus. When you look back in the mirror, you can see your the tips of your hair slowly turn green, like you dyed them recently. <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> You get home, and sigh as you rip off your pants and shoes, getting nude as fast as you can. You feel tired, but most importantly, horny. Your hand clutches at your cock as you start pumping and jacking off, even as you walk around your house. You pass by the mirror in your hall, and grunt as your cock spurts a creamy white load all over it. Even as you cum, you can't stop jacking. It's like your hand is glued to your cock. You pant, and look in the mirror. Past the dripping white cum, you can see your belly bulging, swelling. It gets rounder and heavier, swelling out over your crotch and making you have to adjust your grip to keep on pumping yourself. You struggle to fight your urges, even as you see your nose flattening, turning up to make your nostrils more obvious. Your skin becomes more pink, and the fat spreads across your body, making your limbs doughy and soft. You cum again, dribbling and gushing warm jizz over your fingers. You want to lick it up, taste the salty goo, but you can't stop pumping. So you get on your knees and lick the mirror, taste the cooling jizz as you look at the fat, moronic face of a stupid, dirty pig slave... <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> You get home, and sigh as you take off your jacket and hang it up. You feel tired, but accomplished. You stroke a hand down your chest as you pull off your shirt and head to your room. As you pass by the mirror in your hall, you notice something is off. That can't possibly be your stomach. Where there was once a normal, slightly chubby chest, you now see a thin, lean body. A swimmer's build, with a firm chest and even some muscle. You reach down and touch the hard, warm muscles that stand out on your midriff. You turn to look in the mirror directly, and see that it is not the only change. Your arms are covered in tattoos. Ink sleeves from your shoulders to your wrists, a colourful explosion of dragons, skulls, fire. You lift and look at them, and flinch a little as you smell your own armpits, which reek like you haven't washed in a month. You shake your head and try to focus. When you look back in the mirror, you can see your face shift slightly. A piercing forms in your nose, and then another on your eyebrow. You look away in shock, before more changes appear. <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> You get home, and sigh as you take off your leather jacket and hang it up. You feel tired, but accomplished. You stroke a hand down your chest as you pull off your shirt and head to your room. As you pass by the mirror in your hall, you notice something is off. Your body is round and firm in the front. You reach down and touch the hefty, but firm, barrel-like belly hanging from your midriff. You turn to look in the mirror directly, and see that your new belly is covered in hairs. Dark brown hair, speckled with grey in some places. Your hands are larger too. You lift and look at them, seeing your knuckles are calloused and bruised. Scars speckle your forearms, like someone who's been in knife fights. When you look back in the mirror, you can see a faint hint of grey forming at your temples. Your chin and cheeks are dense with dark hair, as a short, manly beard forms over your face. Your nose looks crooked and bulbous, like it was broken once in the past. <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> You get home, and sigh as you take off your leather jacket and hang it up. You feel tired, but accomplished. You stroke a hand down your chest as you pull off your shirt and head to your room. As you pass by the mirror in your hall, you notice something is off. Your body is round and firm in the front. You reach down and touch the hefty, but firm, barrel-like belly hanging from your midriff. You turn to look in the mirror directly, and see that your new belly is covered in hairs. Dark brown hair, speckled with grey in some places. Your hands are larger too. You lift and look at them, seeing the worn, huge, hairy hands of an older, more mature man. When you look back in the mirror, you can see a faint hint of grey forming at your temples. Your chin and cheeks are dense with dark hair, as a short, manly beard forms over your face. <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> You get home, and sigh as you take off your varsity jacket and hang it up. You feel tired, but accomplished. You stroke a hand down your chest as you pull off your shirt and head to your room. As you pass by the mirror in your hall, you notice something is off. That can't possibly be your stomach. Where there was once a normal, slightly chubby chest, is now a perfect set of visible abs. You reach down and touch the hard, warm muscles that stand out on your midriff. You turn to look in the mirror directly, and see that it is not the only change. Your arms are bulging and swollen with muscle, especially your rock-hard biceps. You lift and look at them, and instinctively flex like you're showing off at a bodybuilder contest. You shake your head and try to focus. When you look back in the mirror, you can see your face shift slightly. Your chin becoming more square, your skin smoother, younger. You look so handsome and athletic, but you don't look like YOU! <</if>> Your phone beeps. With shaking hands, you reach over and grab it. WishMaster has sent you a new image. A swirling, dizzying, confusing spiral. Your concerns and worries start to melt away as you forget what you were so bothered about. WishMaster: "Keep it up, $newname. You have a big day tomorrow..." [[The big meeting]]

Today is an important day. You are going to be attending a meeting with several of the higher ups, and even the boss of the whole company. <<if $career == "business">> You have never felt more confident or secure. You walk into the meeting room early, while adjusting the new tie you purchased on the way here. You stop just before entering, and turn to Michael, who is looking at you nervously. You gesture for him to enter, and he follows you. You take a seat at the head of the table, where the boss was meant to be sitting, and lean back in the comfortable black leather chair. "Michael, I'm going to be very busy during this meeting, so I am going to have you here to tend to my needs", you tell him. He asks what you mean, and you stand up, place your large hands on his shoulders, and push him to his knees under the desk. He looks up at you, blushing and awkward, as you kick off your shoes, and place your large, sock-covered feet on his face. As he slowly starts to rub and massage your feet, the rest of the meeting participants enter. Some of them mutter with confusion at where you are sitting, but as the last of them walk in, the large flatscreen monitors behind you flash to life. All of their eyes grow dizzy as they look up at the swirling, hypnotic images. You smile, and start describing your new plans for the company, and why the boss will be handing over his job to you effective immediately... <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> You hold all your documents in your hands, all the extra work you've done and the quality improvements you've brought to the company. This meeting is supposed to be your big chance to prove you deserve a promotion. So why do you feel so nervous? So awkward? Your body feels thinner and shorter than it was yesterday, and you can't help but think about the roomy gap in your pants where your now smaller cock rests. You walk into the meeting room, and see Michael is already there. He's checking his work on a laptop, and looks up at you. "Oh, hey. You're er...what was your name again...I can never remember interns..." , he says. You nervously try to tell him you're not an intern, and that you literally saw him this morning, when you woke him up and served him breakfast, but he interrupts you. "Put that down and go get me a coffee, I have an important meeting soon", he says. You quickly put your papers down and nod, before leaving to go to the break room. You pass by some other employees who'll be at the meeting, and they all ask you to get them drinks too. You eventually carry six coffees back to the room, and nervously hand them to the people sitting down. They ignore you. Michael snaps his fingers at you, and then points under his desk. You look under, and don't see anything. You get on your knees and crawl down under there, only to see Michael unzip his pants, and pull out his cock. Before you know it, he grabs your head and pulls it between his legs. His shaft slides into your mouth, and you start sucking it nervously, trying to stay quiet so the other people around you don't notice. You hear the boss walk in, and close the door behind him. The meeting starts up, and the whole time Michael's cock is pushing into your throat as your nose rubs against his crotch. Michael shuffles some papers and talks to the other people, totally ignoring you. You hear him handing them out and explaining how he deserves a promotion, as this shows how hard he's been working. That's YOUR work! "Unlike $name, who couldn't even be bothered to show up for this meeting, I am clearly worth rewarding with some increased pay and responsibilities", he says. The others agree, and decide that you will be docked pay and demoted to go along with it. As they decide that, you feel Michael's cock twitch in your mouth, as he gushes hot, thick ropes of cum into your throat. Once everyone else leaves, he stands up and lets you get out from under the desk. His huge dick is still massive even when soft, hanging between his legs like a fat sausage. "Can you believe I used to only be four inches?", he says. "Last night I had this awesome dream that some loser handed over their cock length to me. Anyway, seeya intern", he says. You wipe cum from your mouth and leave, humiliated. <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> You feel like you should be more excited, more concerned. This meeting would have been your chance to aim for your big promotion. But you can barely even focus on it, thinking instead about skate tricks and musky socks. You end up showing up to the meeting late, and sliding into one of the chairs at the back. You slump back and try to focus on the boring work stuff, even as your mind seems to get slower and drift elsewhere. This corporate shit is so boring. You imagine what it'd be like to pull out a can of paint and tag the screen they're using for their powerpoint shit. It makes you grin, and you lean back further in your chair. As you do, you notice this table is thin enough that your legs can reach over to the other side. The office guy sitting across from you is pretty cute. He's got a bit of stubble, and is a little older than you'd normally go for, but in a sort of daddy way. Just a hint of grey in places. You push your shoes off slowly with the tips of your feet, and then slide one of your socked feet up the guy's leg. He flinches for a moment, then glances over to you. He sees your grin, and looks around nervously. Your toes slide up his thigh, and you rest your foot on his crotch. You can feel it bulge and twitch under the fabric. He scooches his chair a little closer to the desk, making it easier for you to reach, as well as hiding what you're doing. Once you feel his cock bulging out to full mast, you lift up both your feet, and start sliding them up and down his bulge. He blushes and struggles to hold in his arousal as you squeeze and massage his cock through his slacks. Then, you slide down further in your chair, and crawl under the table. You move over to the guy's legs, and unzip his pants. His cock flops out into the air, dribbling with precum. You open your mouth and slide it down over him, feeling his cockhead press into your throat. You see his fingers clenching on the underside of the desk as you blow him, and his legs tremble and shake. Then, finally, his cock pulses and twitches in your mouth, as he cums a thick load into the back of your throat. "Is there someone under the table?", your boss asks. The guy you blew quickly zips up his pants, as your boss peeks under the table. Michael quickly stands up. "Oh, er, that's just my younger brother. I asked him to come help with the HDMI and audio setup, he's doing audio and lighting at university", he says. The guy you sucked off coughs. "Oh, yeah, I let them in to help with that", he says. Your boss raises an eyebrow. "Ah, I see. Well, thank you for handling the wires down there, but I think we're good now. Please wait outside", he says. You grin and leave, giving the guy a wink as you go. Once you're outside, you decide to wander down to the skate park for a while before going home to Michael's house. Maybe you'll check out the mall on the way. <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> You barely even remember the meeting is supposed to be happening. You wake up in your bed past noon, your naked body sticky and crusty with countless cum loads. You heave yourself out of bed, your fat belly jiggling, and grab some work pants, which you pull on over your fat, soft legs. You walk down to work, your bare feet feeling hot on the pavement, as they get dirty and blackened with filth. People on the street stare and point at you curiously, as sweat drips down your fat pink body. You revel in their looks, and idly grope and squeeze your crotch as you walk. When you reach your office, you're soaked in sweat, and stinking of musk and filth. You walk in through the front door, and find security doesn't notice you. The guard is staring at a screen with a dazed look, so you make your way up to the meeting room. You walk in while the meeting is half finished. Your coworkers turn and look at you in shock and disgust. "$name?", Michael says. You belch loudly, as your overstrained pants finally give way, letting your huge, fat cock and balls hang out. Your coworkers are speechless when you start to jack off in front of them. You squeal and pant, before finally spraying bucketloads of hot, sticky cum in ropes all over the meeting desk. There is a long pause, before your boss finally splutters "SECURITY!" You are thrown out onto the street, with your cock still hanging out. You grin and belch again, before scratching your balls and heading home. <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> You feel like you should be more excited, more concerned. This meeting would have been your chance to aim for your big promotion. But you can barely even focus on it, thinking instead about music, drugs, and cock. You end up showing up to the meeting late, and sliding into one of the chairs at the back. You slump back and try to focus on the boring work stuff, even as your mind seems to get slower and drift elsewhere. The meeting continues, and you get more and more bored, slumping down in your chair and idly stroking your crotch under the table. Then something occurs to you. You reach into your pocket, and grab a USB you were working on last night while you were rocking out in a particularly badass mood. Your turn comes up to present, and you swagger up to the computer, your sleeves rolled up to show off your tattoos. You push your USB into it, and instead of opening a presentation, you instead blare loud, aggressive punk music out through the speakers. The monitors behind you blare to life, flashing and swirling with spirals you took from WishMaster's chats. "What is that...noise...", your boss says, his voice trailing off as the music pounds in his head. One of the other employees throws up the devil horns, and another starts strumming an air guitar, as their eyes start to swirl and glow. Your boss loosens his tie, and then wraps it around his head as a headband. He unbuttons his shirt, letting his hairy round belly hang out. "Man, this music is so rockin...it makes me feel horny...", he mutters. You grin, and jump up onto the table, before pulling off your shirt and dropping your pants. "Damn right it does", you say. Michael starts unbuckling his belt, and you lie down and lean forward, your face against his crotch until he pulls out his thick, throbbing cock and slides it into your mouth. Your boss drops his pants too, and moves to your rear. You feel his short, but girthy cock shoving against your hole, until he slides inside and starts pounding your ass. With the blaring of the music, every guy in the room takes a turn in one of your holes, and soon you are all lying exhausted on the table, covered in cum and sweat. "Dude...we should start a band...", Michael mutters. You grin, while stroking your own shaft and squirting your third load of the day onto your bare chest. <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> You feel like you should be more excited, more concerned. This meeting would have been your chance to aim for your big promotion. But you can barely even focus on it, thinking instead about the road, and riding down it on a bike. You end up showing up to the meeting late, and sliding into one of the chairs at the back. You slump back and try to focus on the boring work stuff, even as your mind seems to get slower and drift elsewhere. In fact, the longer the meeting goes on, the more angry you start to feel. This is bullshit. Tight ass white collar garbage. You don't belong here. You belong in the streets, getting into fights, peeling down the road on a bike... You clench your fists, and grit your teeth. You can feel rage growing inside you, ready to explode. Finally, you can't take it anymore. You suddenly kick up, and knock the entire office table on its side, pinning two of your coworkers under it. "What on earth?!", yells your boss, before you walk up to him, pull back your arm, and drive your fist into his face with a satisfying crunch. Blood drips on your hand from his broken nose. "Security! Security!", someone yells. Two men quickly rush into the room, and one of them lunges at you. You twist out of the way, then drive your knee up into his gut, making him bend over in pain. You raise your hands and slam them down on his head, knocking him out. You turn to the other one, and he jabs a tazer into your chest. Hot, surging electricity makes you lose control of your body for a moment, but you recover before he can react, and grab his hand before driving his tazer into his own balls, and holding it there until he writhes and passes out. You turn to your boss, and unzip your pants, before pulling out your fat, swollen, veiny cock. "This is for all that unpaid overtime, you prick", you growl, as you walk forward and press your shaft into his mouth. His bushy moustache tickles against your balls as you facefuck him. As he inhales your thick, leathery sweaty scent, his vision blurs and spirals. He starts to suck eagerly, his own pants tenting and throbbing. By the time your cock erupts cum into his throat, his crotch is soaking and leaking with cum. You turn and zip up, before leaving the office behind for good. <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> You have never felt more confident or secure. You walk into the meeting room early, and pat your chest. Under your work shirt, you can feel the straps of the leather X-harness you're wearing. You walk up to the front of the room, in the largest chair where the boss should normally sit, and place down a large leather case. The rest of the meeting participants walk in, some of them a little confused as to why you're sitting in the boss's chair. Once they all enter, including Michael, you stand and nod. "Nice to see you gentlemen. The boss has invited me to demonstrate a new product for you, as a sort of ice breaker", you say. Someone opens their mouth to ask you a question, but then the flatscreen monitors behind you flash to life, showing a swirling, dizzy pattern. They go quiet. You go to each of the people sitting down, and instruct them to hold their hands behind the back of the chairs. You then handcuff them with some leather-covered cuffs you got from your case. Then you return to your chair, and pull off your shirt, showing off your hairy round belly and harness. You reach into the case and get your leather cap, before putting it on. "Now, you boys can call me daddy for the rest of this...", you say, as you go to each of them, pull their chairs out, then reach down and pull off their pants and underwear. Several protest, but most of them are blushing and erect already. You strap a small device to the bases of their cocks, then hold out a remote and aim it at the screens. On screen is shown camera footage of the boss's room. The chubby older man has a bushy grey moustache and a hairy round belly, and he's naked, and hog tied on his desk, with a blindfold and gag on. "Now, pups, all your cock devices and his are synced up. When you bark and wag like good dogs, I'll make you feel good. If any of you don't play, I'll punish you all", you say. "What the hell is", someone says, before you press a button. A jolt of electricity zaps every man from their cock rings, and they gasp and whimper. There is a pause. Then, one of them barks, nervously. There is a buzzing as the cock rings flex and vibrate, and they start to pant and whimper. More of them start barking. Some loll their tongues like dogs, or whine. The more they behave, the higher you turn the dial on your remote. The vibrations get harder and warmer, as they all blush and gasp and squirm, including the boss on screen. Finally, with the whole office howling, they all cum together, painting the underside of the desk with hot ropes of cum. You smile. "That demonstration was free, but if you'd like another, you can find me at the Leather Palace from 5PM to 2AM", you say. You then pack up your gear, and leave them dripping and gasping. <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> You feel like you should be more excited, more concerned. This meeting would have been your chance to aim for your big promotion. But you can barely even focus on it, thinking instead about workouts and football. You end up showing up to the meeting late, and sliding into one of the chairs at the back. You slump back and try to focus on the boring work stuff, even as your mind seems to get slower and drift elsewhere. Every slide on the screen seems to slide right off your eyes. Any attempt to focus makes you feel annoyed and bored. Your muscles are screaming out at you to do some reps rather than waste your time here. Then the images on the screen change. For a moment everyone in the room is looking at a swirling, spinning image, a hypnotic whirling spiral. Then it is gone. Your boss blinks and rubs his eyes for a moment. "Er, where was I....oh yes, I wanted to talk about $name, didn't I?", he says. You look up. What about you? "I just remembered that $name here has been testing out our newest product for us. An integration with a sports supply company to make the ideal muscle enhancement and lifestyle drug, isn't that right?", he says. You stare dumbly for a moment, then remember the spirals. Oh yeah, muscle drug, that sounds familiar. You grin, and stand up, then start to flex. "My dudes, watch this", you say. As you show off your muscles, you flex back, and your shirt pops open at the front to show off your bulging pecs and gorgeous body. The other workers clap politely. "Could you show us a little more?", your boss asks. "I believe the more intense the physical changes, the more permanent the intelligence degradation, how have you felt about that?", he says. You scoff, as you peel off your shirt and start pulling off your shoes. "Dude, brains are for wimps and losers. Who cares about that with a bod like mine?", you say. You step up onto the table barefoot, and then drop your pants. Everyone gasps as they admire your naked body. Your powerful, marble-like muscles, gigantic cock, and perfect bronzed dark skin. You drop to your hands, and start doing pushups on the table, as sweat drips from your body. "As you can see, our friend $name here will no longer be able to complete his office work, but we have decided to keep him on as a spokesman for the new product, and to see how much of an effect it can have", your boss says. You roll over and start doing situps too, while the other workers try to conceal their growing bulges. The scent and appearance of your muscular form is a bit too much for one to handle, and he shudders and whines as a wet stain appears on his crotch. After the meeting, your boss gives you a new contract to sign, promising to keep paying you so long as you keep working out and getting dumber. You sign eagerly, after a long pause while you try to remember how to write. He eventually lets you just sign with an X. <</if>> [[The next day]]

<<if $career == "business">> The next day, you are sitting in your top-floor executive office. Your expensive leather desk chair is leaning back, as you rest your feet up on the desk, next to the new sign that says "$newname, CEO". Your changes accelerated overnight. When you woke up this morning, your belly was even larger and rounder. A thick trail of grey hair runs down a line in the middle of it, becoming a forest of fuzz at your bellybutton. Your shoulders are wider, and you are taller, with more muscle packed under your suit. A thick grey moustache and neatly-trimmed beard grew on your face overnight. You look in the hand mirror you're holding, trying to decide if you'll keep it. At the moment, your expensive new suit is folded on the desk. You had a strange urge to wear your old clothes, one more time, today. They barely fit, straining on your altered body. <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> The next day, you are called up to the boss's office. He called you up to talk to you about your bad performance lately, but when you got there, you found Michael standing next to him. Michael's changes are even more obvious than yours. His stubble has grown into a full beard, dark and dense over his jaw. There's a hint of grey at his temples, and he looks older, and more mature. He's almost seven feet tall, an enormous bear of a man that radiates power and maturity. His new clothes look expensive, a tailored suit and a gold watch that gleams on his massive hairy wrist. "I was just explaining to the boss here that your performance isn't so bad, when we look at the facts. You're not a full worker after all, just a lowly intern. Your main job should be as my personal assistant, isn't that right?", he says. His hand squeezes on the boss's shoulder, and the old man nods, confused. He walks up to you, and grins. His eyes gleam. "I had a little talk with an interesting fellow lately. He explained that you handed over a few gifts to me. Your confidence, your promotion, and...even more", he says. He gropes his thick bulge through his pants, and winks. "Go to the bathroom. Our mutual friend has a last little message for you", Michael demands. You nod, and flee, heading for the bathroom. You stare in the mirror, and whimper. These changes don't seem to be stopping. Overnight your cock got even smaller, and now you can't seem to get it hard. Your body is shorter and wimpier, too. Your limbs are thin and scrawny, and you constantly look nervous and shy and submissive. You can't seem to deny anything that anyone asks you to do, no matter how degrading. On the way to work, a cop stepped in some chewing gum then lifted his boot and asked you to get it off for him. You kneeled down in the street and picked it off with your fingers, and he didn't even thank you. You pant and clutch your head, trying to shake out this feeling. You wore your normal clothes today, hoping it might help, but they hang loose and oversized on your scrawny body. You look in the bathroom mirror and see freckles and some acne appearing. <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> The next morning, you wake up in Michael's spare room. You have a headache, and stretch in the unfamiliar room, before instinctively throwing on your clothes, grabbing a skateboard that's leaning against the wall, and heading down to the skate park. The whole way there you were thinking about hanging out with your buddies, people you hadn't even met before yesterday. Remembering growing up with Michael as your big brother, secretly stealing and sniffing his socks... You get to the skate park, and suddenly realise how weird you must look, still wearing your old office clothes and carrying a skateboard. You duck into the concrete public bathrooms, and look in the mirror. Your changes have accelerated. Your hair is now down to your shoulders, with long green-tipped bangs having over your eyes. You have seven rainbow ear studs in your right ear, and your body is skinny and lithe, but with tight muscle from someone who does a lot of activity. Your skin looks smoother, and you are shorter and thinner. You look like someone in their early twenties, a far cry from your formerly mid-thirties body... <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> The next morning, you wake up on the floor of a bathroom. Your whole body is sticky and damp, with your clothes clinging to your body. The stink of piss and cum fills the air. You sit up and then stand, before looking around. It looks like a truck stop. You look in the dirty, cracked mirror. Your changes seem to have accelerated. Your gut is enormous, a round jiggly bloated ball on your front. Your face is round and fat, with your nose totally flattened and turned up. Your nostrils are bigger, and you look more like you have a pig snout than a human nose. You are wearing your old clothes. You must have gone back to get them at some point last night, but you barely remember. It's so hard to think, or focus on anything in the past. Your clothes are filthy and wet. <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> The next day, you are taking a break in the bathroom of a club. You woke up around two in the afternoon, in one of your coworker's houses, naked along with two other guys. Booze and cigarettes were scattered everywhere. Afterwards, you came straight here on instinct, where you found that your name was listed as a member of a band that's playing later. You went into the bathroom next to the waiting area to catch your breath. You look in the mirror, and see your changes have accelerated even further. Your ink sleeve tattoos have spread over your pecs, adding even more lewd and filthy images on your skin. On your back, in large letters, it says CUM GOBLIN. Your hair has stretched up into a green mohawk, and you have snakebite piercings on your lips. You are wearing your old office clothes, even though they fit awkwardly on your changed body. You look in your pants, and see your cock has stretched out to ten inches, though that's not as shocking as the ladder piercings all down the underside of your shaft. <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> The next day, you woke up in a garage, slumped against one wall. Your knuckles are bruised, and your lip is split. You touch it, and vaguely remember getting into a bar brawl last night after work. You look down to see you're wearing your old clothes. You must have fetched them at one point. Your shirt is hanging open, unable to stretch over your massively muscular and hairy new body. You get up, and stumble over to a huge motorbike in the garage. Instinctively, you climb onto it, straddling the seat and gripping the handlebars. Your cock throbs as you smell the metal and gasoline. You turn it on, and peel out of the garage like you've ridden this thing a thousand times before. Your instincts make you ride to a nasty-looking dive bar outside of town, where you hop off and walk in. Someone says "nice shirt", and you flip them the finger, before ducking into a bathroom. You pant as you look in the mirror, struggling to keep a hold on yourself. Your changes have accelerated overnight. Your whole face bristles with a dark, dense beard. Your brow bulges forward, looking aggressive and angry, and your nose is visibly crooked. Small scars litter your face, and your ears are crumpled from fighting. You look unrecognisable. Your body is taller, wider. Thick muscles bulge under your straining clothes, along with a grizzly-bear-like quantity of dark black body hair. Your hands are enormous and rough, as is your enormous dick bulging in your pants. <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> The next day, you are standing in the basement of a bdsm dungeon. There was already a dedicated space for you set up when you arrived, like you've done this for years. You sit on a leather-bound chair as you rest your feet up on a desk covered in sex toys and leather gear. Your changes accelerated overnight. When you woke up this morning, your belly was even larger and rounder. A thick trail of grey hair runs down a line in the middle of it, becoming a forest of fuzz at your bellybutton. Your shoulders are wider, and you are taller, with more muscle packed on your body. A thick grey horseshoe moustache grew on your face overnight. You look in the hand mirror you're holding, trying to decide if you'll keep it. At the moment, your shiny jacket is sitting on the desk. You had a strange urge to wear your old clothes, one more time, today. They barely fit, straining on your altered body. <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> The next day, you woke up at the crack of dawn, lying naked on your bed. You immediately jumped up and did some aerobic exercises, and made yourself a smoothie for breakfast, all while naked. Why cover up that perfect bod until you needed to? After that it was a quick shower, then throwing on your old office clothes on some odd whim. They barely fit, the fabric struggling against your buff, bulging muscles. You went for a jog, grumbling the whole time about how uncomfortable they were, before finally heading into the gym and to the locker room. It's still empty at the moment. Only as you got your towel ready did your slow, foggy mind realise something was wrong. You look in the mirror, and see your changes have accelerated. Your hair is blonde, and buzzed short. Your face is chiselled and handsome, but with a dumb grin and an expression that suggests you haven't got much going on upstairs. Your body is perfect, though. Bulging pecs, rock hard quads and biceps, and a chiselled six pack. You find yourself flexing, and the oversized bulge in your pants twitches and throbs. It's so easy to just forget what you were worried about, stop thinking, and work out... <</if>> Your phone buzzes. You take a look. WishMaster: "Are you enjoying your new self?" [[My new self...]] [[Please stop this!]]

WishMaster: "I cannot stop this. Your own deep, hidden desires spur the changes on. I have barely made any alterations after our initial discussion." "One way or another, $newname will take over. Every aspect of $name will shift and transform into that of $newname." [[This isn't me...]] [[My new self...]]

WishMaster: "Maybe it wasn't, once, but it is now. You wanted to be a new person, and I have granted your wish. I always grant people their wishes." "I have done so for thousands of years; can you believe that before the internet, I had to do this with a lamp? So undignified...now, back to your new self..." [[My new self...]]

<<if $career == "business">> You ask Michael if he's feeling alright, and he looks over to you. His cheeks flush a little and when he speaks, it comes out stammering and nervous. "Y-yes sir, I wasn't slacking off, sorry. Just working like I'm supposed to!", he says. Why is he so scared of you suddenly? He gets out of his chair quickly. "I'm going to get you a coffee, sir. Black, no sugar, columnbian roast, right?", he says. You try to say something, but a fog falls over your mind for a moment. You smile and nod. "That's right. Good job remembering; make it quick", you say, in a deep, rumbling voice. Michael nods and leaves. What a cute ass he has, you think, as you watch him go. The rest of the day goes smoothly, especially with him catering to your every whim. <</if>> <<if $career == "office">> You ask Michael if he's feeling alright, and he rubs his face. "Uh, yeah dude, sorry about that. I'm just tired I guess", he says. He winces, and reaches down before rubbing his ankle. "Tired and my feet are really aching today, damn", he mumbles. He glances at you awkwardly, then his face shifts into a smug grin. "Hey, not like your job really matters, right? Rub them for me", he demands. You gulp. "Sure thing, sir", you say, and crawl under your desk, past the computer, to get under his. He's looks down at you with a grin, and kicks off his shoes before raising his socked feet. "Get to work", he says. You take his feet in your hands. They're warm, and his soles are a little damp. The faint musk of his feet washes over you as you start to rub your thumbs along his soles, squeezing and massaging him. After a moment, he gets back to typing, ignoring you like the worthless peon you are. As you squeeze and stroke your fingers along his sole, feeling the damp fabric, you notice they start to feel heavier. His toes flex inside the socks, as the fabric starts to strain and stretch out. His feet are getting bigger, and the scent from them is becoming more dominant and powerful. You look up at him, and see his belly start to bulge too. The buttons on his shirt strain, and he idly reaches down and scratches at his bellybutton. You can see more hair forming on his hands, as they grow larger and stronger. Is this strange predicament altering him too? You try to warn him that something's wrong, but as soon as you open your mouth, his socked foot presses forward. The heel presses onto your tongue, while his toes stroke over your eyes and forehead. You blush and whimper a bit, your moment of confidence crushed. You merely service his feet obediently for over an hour. <</if>> <<if $career == "skater">> You ask Michael if he's feeling alright, and he rubs his face. "Uh, yeah dude, sorry about that. I'm just tired I guess", he says. He winces, and reaches down before rubbing his ankle. "Tired and my feet are really aching today, damn", he mumbles. He glances at you awkwardly. "Hey, don't suppose there's any chance you could, er, rub them for me?", he asks. You grin. "Sure thing", you say, and crawl under your desk, past the computer, to get under his. He's surprised by your eagerness, and kicks off his shoes before raising his socked feet. "You're a lifesaver", he says. You take his feet in your hands. They're warm, and his soles are a little damp. The faint musk of his feet washes over you as you start to rub your thumbs along his soles, squeezing and massaging him. After a moment, he gets back to typing, as if this was perfectly natural. You tent your pants as you squeeze and rub his handsome feet for over an hour. <</if>> <<if $career == "pig">> You ask Michael if he's feeling alright, and he rubs his face. "Uh, yeah dude, sorry about that. I'm just tired I guess", he says. He winces, and rocks a little in his chair. "Tired and I really need to pee, damn", he mumbles. He glances at you awkwardly. "I can't though, I need to get this finished. I guess I'll just have to hold it in", he mumbles. You grin. "Nah, let me help with that", you say, and crawl under your desk, past the computer, to get under his. He's surprised and pushes his chair back a bit. "Wh-what?", he says. You give him a thumbs up. "Just let me handle it. You focus on work", you tell him. He slides his chair forward again, and after a hesitant moment, gets back to typing. You give him a sec, and then unzip his pants, before fishing out his soft cock. He squirms a bit, but doesn't resist as you push your mouth forward and press your face into his crotch. After a moment, he sighs, and starts to urinate. You swallow every last drop, like a good pig should. <</if>> <<if $career == "punk">> You ask Michael if he's feeling alright, and he rubs his face. "Uh, yeah dude, sorry about that. I'm just tired I guess", he says. He winces, and reaches down before rubbing his ankle. "Tired and my feet are really aching today, damn", he mumbles. He glances at you awkwardly. "Hey, don't suppose there's any chance you could, er, rub them for me?", he asks. You grin. "Sure thing", you say, and crawl under your desk, past the computer, to get under his. He's surprised by your eagerness, and kicks off his shoes before raising his socked feet. "You're a lifesaver", he says. You take his feet in your hands. They're warm, and his soles are a little damp. The faint musk of his feet washes over you as you start to rub your thumbs along his soles, squeezing and massaging him. After a moment, he gets back to typing, as if this was perfectly natural. You tent your pants as you squeeze and rub his handsome feet for over an hour. <</if>> <<if $career == "biker">> You ask Michael if he's feeling alright, and he rubs his face. "Uh, yeah dude, sorry about that. I'm just tired I guess", he says. He suddenly blushes, and adjusts his pants. He's trying to be subtle, but you see it and grin. "Yeah, j-just tired", he mumbles. He glances at you awkwardly, but then looks away. You grin. "Hey, no need to explain. You're just getting hot and bothered by my great body, right?", you say. His face turns bright red. "How about you crawl under the desk and get over here?", you tell him. He gulps, and looks around nervously, then slowly gets under his desk and crawls over to you. You look down at him, and unzip your pants. The look of disbelief on his face makes you laugh, especially when you pull out your throbbing, erect cock, and rest it on his nose. "Suck", you tell him. He hesistates, but then slowly opens his mouth, and guides your shaft into his throat. You lean back in your chair and sigh as he pleasures you. Damn, you could get used to this. More guys should be serving you, making you feel good. You're such a hot stud, why wouldn't they want to? <</if>> <<if $career == "leather">> You ask Michael if he's feeling alright, and he rubs his face. "Uh, yeah dude, sorry about that. I'm just tired I guess", he says. He suddenly blushes, and adjusts his pants. He's trying to be subtle, but you see it and grin. "Yeah, j-just tired", he mumbles. He glances at you awkwardly, but then looks away. You grin. "Hey, no need to explain. You're just getting hot and bothered by my great body, right?", you say. His face turns bright red. "How about you crawl under the desk and get over here?", you tell him. He gulps, and looks around nervously, then slowly gets under his desk and crawls over to you. You look down at him, and unzip your pants. The look of disbelief on his face makes you laugh, especially when you pull out your throbbing, erect cock, and rest it on his nose. "Suck", you tell him. He hesistates, but then slowly opens his mouth, and guides your shaft into his throat. You lean back in your chair and sigh as he pleasures you. Damn, you could get used to this. More guys should be serving you, making you feel good. You're such a hot stud, why wouldn't they want to? <</if>> <<if $career == "jock">> You ask Michael if he's feeling alright, and he rubs his face. "Uh, yeah dude, sorry about that. I'm just tired I guess", he says. He suddenly blushes, and adjusts his pants. He's trying to be subtle, but you see it and grin. "Yeah, j-just tired", he mumbles. He glances at you awkwardly, but then looks away. You grin. "Hey, no need to explain. You're just getting hot and bothered by my great body, right?", you say. His face turns bright red. "How about you crawl under the desk and get over here?", you tell him. He gulps, and looks around nervously, then slowly gets under his desk and crawls over to you. You look down at him, and unzip your pants. The look of disbelief on his face makes you laugh, especially when you pull out your throbbing, erect cock, and rest it on his nose. "Suck", you tell him. He hesistates, but then slowly opens his mouth, and guides your shaft into his throat. You lean back in your chair and sigh as he pleasures you. Damn, you could get used to this. More guys should be serving you, making you feel good. You're such a hot stud, why wouldn't they want to? <</if>> [[Back at home]]

Wish Granted Wish Granted is a work of gay pornographic fiction. This is 18+ only, and focuses on personality transformation/body swap fetish. Some of the routes contain fetishes such as watersports, domination, and degradation. There are 8 endings to this game. [[Start]] [[Walkthrough]]

All routes are set by the answers you give to the three choices that WishMaster gives you. They are as follows: Dominant, streets, yes: Leather daddy route. Contains bondage. Dominant, society, no: Business daddy/CEO route. Dominant, society, yes: Biker. Contains violence Dominant, streets, no: Jock/muscle route. Submissive, streets, yes: Music/punk route Submissive, streets, no: Skater/stoner route Submissive, society, yes: Pig slave. Contains watersports and extreme kinks. Submissive, society, no: Office slave/bad end. Contains domination, degradation, and size theft [[Start]]