Title: The Adventures of the Great Magnificent Transformo! Part 4 (The Onahole)
[Features: Yaoi/gay, used as a onahole, pleasurable mindbreak, transformation, femboy/trap, comeuppance, the ending to this story (for now, unless I get a commission or feel like taking it further or something]
I am...
"The Great Magnificent Transformo!" Said a sarcastic sounding voice outside my door "Open this door right now!"
What? People know The Great Me already?! Wait, no, hold on, I never planned on other people knowing who I was, I shouldn't have fans.
Never the less, who would I be if I didn't greet all my fans with my full exuberance! I had already done some thinking and besides not being able to yet wash away this paint and return to my normal appearance, I hadn't transformed. I had made headway on my thoughts. At first the idea of being a house with mechanical arms seemed
ludicrous,
after all, aren't I giving up every single purpose of getting turned into an object and being used by women?! Well, I think I've had quite enough of being used by women. But I have to refine the idea! Maybe into a smart house type of thing?
These were the thoughts that filled my head as I opened the door.
Opened the door to three very surprised looks from Samantha, who's bar of soap I was, Maddie, who's panties I was soiled in, and Tifa, who's figurine I am sure I look exactly like. All three women were standing in front of my door, looking shocked.
"It's really true..." Samantha slipped out of her mouth.
I was similarly utterly shocked but sadly, Samantha recovered before me and barreled forward with enough strength that I had to start taking steps back or risk being knocked to the ground.
"W-What. What are you? What are you three doing here?"
Samantha looked at me with looks that could kill so I quickly diverted my eyes to maddie... who was blushing so incredibly hard and staring at the ground that I could only
know
that, not from her face, but the fact that her entire body was starting to turn red. Neither were good and so I turned to Tifa, who was staring at me like an amazing wonder and treasure had dropped out of the sky. Considering how our last interaction went, I decided Angry Woman was better and turned back to Samantha.
"Uh, it's, not what it looks like?"
That was clearly the wrong thing to say, as her face went neutral and her voice cold. I admit to certain personal failings every once in a while but I don't think a dead rock could mistake that she was
not
suddenly calm and that
this
was far worse.
"No? You didn't, as your blog described, broke into my house, became a bathing tool of mine, felt up my body with your naked body, posted my name along with what you did to me, and posted a completely accurate physical description of my brother when I know you've never seen him?"
"Uh..."
"You didn't then break into Maddie's house, become her underwear, molest her body, have her unknowingly sexually use you, and then afterwards post on your blog with her name and what specific fetishes she likes to indulge in?"
"Now that's really not how I would..."
"And finally, these last two times didn't stop you from a third. No, it made you evolve your methods and so instead of
merely
breaking in and completing a sexual fantasy that involves molesting someone, you broke in and tried to do reconnaissance in order to figure out how
best
to molest someone."
"I mean, that's all..."
My words died on my lips as now, all three were staring at me with a mix of expressions. Nothing I could quite place, anger and disgust were there, utter embarrassment and shame were another, fascination and curiosity a third but it was also mixed with something I hadn't expected and actually hurt me a little bit. Fear. They were afraid of me. From their perspective, it became clear to me, I had broken into three women's houses, been right next to them, and escaped with no issues. Regardless of how you felt about my actions, I can see where that would be kind of scary.
"Yes, yes I did do those things! But! But! It wasn't all like that! It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows at all!"
"We're supposed to feel sorry for you that you happened to accidentally be punished for breaking and entering and molesting 2, nearly 3, women? I think you barely suffered at all."
This, this, this! I couldn't stand it, not when they were right in front of me.
"I was literally rubbed against a dick and into smelly armpits, I was used like a rag and forced to feel like I was drowning! I was pissed
into
and the
stains
from that nearly permanently marked my body, to say nothing of the smell or taste, for hours! I was tickled non-stop, I was stabbed in my eyes basically, I was forced to orgasm until I felt like my world was nothing but absolute pain! I admit my path is a grey path but never say I didn't suffer as I went through it!"
"And do you regret it?"
That stopped me up short.
"What?"
"Do you regret doing it."
"I mean, I regret all of the terrible things that happened..."
"But not the actions themselves. You'd do them again in a heartbeat if you knew they wouldn't cause any of the previous problems. You don't feel any guilt at all."
"My actions didn't even affect any of you though! You had a different bar of soap, Maddie would've thrown me away anyway and Tifa, well, I'll buy you a new figurine, that one is my bad."
"Didn't affect us? So you don't think there's anything wrong with spying? If we were asleep and you felt us up but we never knew it happened, do you think that's okay?"