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The Demigod: Citrine 2
Roland got in his car and left, having his plan and intent now. He knew of a weed dealer close to here.
Several blocks over he parked his car and got out, knocking on the door to the small home.
"Yeah?" came the reply from the skinny white man that answered.
"Do you sell drugs?" he asked.
"The fuck?" the skinny white man said.
"I order you to answer all of my questions and do everything I say, but remain yourself," Roland said, irises faintly glowing orange and the uneasiness he'd felt in his chest now in his stomach as well, but faintly. "Now, do you sell drugs?"
"Yes," he said.
"What kinds?"
"I sell weed and some ecstasy sometimes."
That wasn't what Roland was looking for, and the "off" feeling taking his thoughts for a moment.
"I need something harder. Meth. Cocaine. Do you know of anyone that sells that?"
"Yeah, ol dude over on 5th and Gerald St. He's usually there after midnight," he said calmly.
"Awesome, thanks," Roland said, about to issue an order to forget he was even there.
"Hey, if you're looking for girls, he has a hookup. Young ones too, if you're into that."
Roland stopped and looked back at the man.
He was a deviant Roland was. He honestly had nothing against younger girls knowing and wanting sex. He even thought the current minor age limit was, maybe, wrong. Nature said a girl was a woman as early as 10 or 11. Now that didn't mean he was attracted to that. But the logic of it was an argument he'd have with friends.
This however, was a man using these girls. USING them, which, granted, he'd done just before, was technically still doing as she was still under his command, but this felt more malicious. More evil.
He'd used Kayla for his own enjoyment, but she'd ultimately enjoyed it too. He planned to erase her memory of it, make it her reality that she'd never done any of it, but give her the money to change her LIFE. Generational money was what he planned. He thought that might make his transgression at least a bit better.
But this, this was different, in his mind. This was slavery in the worst way. And now he could do something about it. Suddenly the idea of justice hit his mind. He was on a mission of making things right to Kayla, but now he felt a stronger sense of right and wrong.
"What's your name?" Roland said, turning back to the front door.
"Christian," the man said.
Roland suddenly noticed more about the man. He was white, skinny, maybe 150 pounds. He had shaggy light brown hair, a good several days of facial hair on his face. He was wearing basketball shorts, flip flops and a dark green graphic tee, "Old Navy" printed on the front in faded white letters.
"Christian, I find it interesting that not only do you sell drugs, but that you help in the exploitation of young girls."
"Hey man, I just put in a word for Big G, I don't run the girls," he said, putting his hands up slightly.
Roland walked towards him and pushed him into the house suddenly, shutting the door behind him.
"Well, you're about to do a lot more than that," Roland said, to which Christian looked at him slightly curiously. "I order your body to be that of an 18 year old woman's. Hot, sexy, whatever you would want to fuck. The hottest piece of ass you can imagine. You're going to feel pleasure as you change, the thought of sucking cocks, taking them up your pussy and ass, making them knock you up, their babies making your tits leak milk all over, it's going to fill your mind. Your mind is going to change to know that you used to be a man's, that you don't want to be a cock-worshipping slut, but everytime you're around a penis you won't be able to help yourself from being a fuck toy because you're just a slut that wants to give your treasures to anyone that wants them. You're going to do this because I order it."
As Roland said his words, Christian smiled and mouthed, "what the fuck?" because this guy was crazy, until he saw his eyes flash a bright orange, as Roland finished and Christian himself saw his world through a faint orange filter.
While that was weird, the true look of uncertainty hit him as he shrunk to 5'1". He lost more weight, going down to a hair over 100 pounds, his shorts and boxers held up by his male body hit the floor as his structure changed.
Roland slightly doubled over though, his arms crossing over his stomach as intense pain pulsed in his guts and chest. It was like a really bad stomach ache, with someone having punched him, hard, directly in his heart and lungs.
"Oh my god," the unnoticing Christian said, his new, smaller, feminine hands going to his chest as his hair cascaded down to stop just below his shoulders, the facial hair vanishing. His face shifted as he spoke, his voice raising several octaves to a sexy, girly voice.
His hands were holding two new mounds of flesh as they filled and pushed out from his chest against his shirt.
Roland's pain was fading quickly, enough for him to straighten, see the strange being in front of him halfway through transforming into a sex machine, the orange glow he'd seen before now unmistakable.
"Oh, holy fuck!" he exclaimed as he looked first at his new DD cup breasts, then forward to his cock, still there.
His hips swelled slightly as his waist pinched in, creating a perfect hourglass figure, the changes continuing down his legs. The hair retracted, the flesh going from slightly muscular to smooth and soft, the kind that should be spread. Then, his ball sack tightened, his cock shrunk, eliciting even more moaning from Christian as the final vestiges of male began to turn female and sucked up into his body.
"Oh! Oh!" he exclaimed as his testicles sucked into his pelvis.
"Fuck, ooooo-hhhhh shit. God damn! Oh fuck, I can feel my nuts settling." He was rubbing his taut, flat stomach around the level of his now cute belly button as they nestled into place as ovaries, ripe and full of eggs.
"Oh god, it's sucking up into me, geesus. No, I don't want a pusssssss-y," Christian said, finally becoming Kristy, her cock finally vanishing completely, melding into the skin of her crotch and forming into a set of lips, already swollen, ready to be split open and used.
Her sex was horny and wet, not being fully formed for a few seconds before a drop of wetness dribbled down her left inner thigh.
"OH god! I can feel it! I can FEEL myself getting deeper!" she said, dropping down and squatting there in the entryway of the house.
Her hands went to her new hole, a sudden desperation to find her clit, to find her opening, her eyes shooting open in wonder at the new sensation of touching her clit for the first time, her little hips bucking forward, trying to find something, anything, to give her what her body lustfully wanted.
And as the orange glow dissolved into nothing around her, Roland was able to maintain his code yet use his powers. This was justice. And it was only the beginning, the horror on Kristy's face apparent as Roland let down his fly, stepping up to her, her mouth opening automatically and against her will.
"Oh fuck, no no no, I don't want to do this," Kristy said, the order still there in her brain.
"Suck on my cock you fucking whore," Roland said, pushing it fully into her mouth, her eyes looking up at him pleadingly as her body reacted as instructed. "Oh that's a good girl," Roland said, "Yeah your mind might not want the dick, but that hot mouth sure does doesn't it? You're just a fucking slut, newly formed, with new equipment that wants to play huh?"
He was throat fucking her, not taking care at all. it had only been a few minutes, but as Kristy's hands dropped to her new left tit and pussy, wholly submitting to his humping of her face, his balls cut loose their load.
He grabbed her head in his hands and shoved as deep as he could, not giving a damn if this asshole of a person gagged or not as her nose pushed against his stomach.
