Cleaning Utensils: Chapter 1
Growing up, I never used a gym. I preferred taking the stairs whenever possible and parking at the back of stores to avoid walking too much. Despite these efforts, I'm still overweight. Now that I'm in my thirties, I'm making a conscious effort to change that.
One day, I found myself at the gym, listening to an audiobook while on the treadmill. Every once in a while, Grindr notifications would pop up. I'd usually glance at them but ignore them. As I listened to my audiobook, I noticed how each chapter seemed to slow down the more I exercised. I was hoping the story and the descriptions of a distant world would distract me from the pain and exhaustion of changing my sedentary lifestyle.
The treadmill eventually stopped as an hour had passed. I was exhausted, and my legs felt like jelly. Checking my phone, I saw a bunch of notifications. Some were from older guys sending pictures despite my profile saying not to. Others were younger guys calling me daddy and sending explicit pictures. Some had even gone as far as to send "Sup 😉".
I'm not a fan of this "daddy" thing that's so popular, and my face showed it. Sighing, I closed the Grindr app. It would be nice to meet someone who'd like to have a conversation before anything else.
Just as I was about to leave the gym, my phone chirped again. I looked down to see a picture of a torso with something lingering between his legs.
Gym Rat: Hey man, hope you're having a good day. I don't mean to be a creep, but are you at the gym now?
__Me: Yes, I'm about to shower and go home.
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Gym Rat: Oh cool, got any plans later?
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Me: No, just going home to relax. I've got work tomorrow.
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Gym Rat: Any boyfriend?
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Me: No, I'm single as hell. I'm trying to lose some weight for my health and to get a boyfriend.
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Gym Rat: That's great. Good luck. Maybe I'll see you later.
I looked around to see if I could identify the owner of the torso but couldn't. Walking to the locker room, I became frustrated when I realized I'd forgotten my soap. I knew I'd reek once I started sweating, and I couldn't bear the thought of using the soap from the sink.
Suddenly, a man tapped my shoulder. He looked familiar. The gym was clearly a part of his routine. His shirt clung to his chest, revealing well-defined pecs and abs, which then led down to his waist. His shorts left nothing to the imagination. With thick brown hair and shimmering hazel eyes, he was undoubtedly an attractive guy.
"You look like you forgot something," he said in a deep, sexy voice.
"Umm, yeah," I started, my voice rising, "I forgot my soap. I can't leave the gym smelling." I regained composure with that statement.
Jackson, as he introduced himself, chuckled at my response.
"Don't worry. My company lets me take a sample home, but I think you need it more than me."
He pushed a pink bottle into my hands.
"Don't use too much, but you can use this," he said, smiling.
"Thanks a lot!" I exclaimed, taken aback.
He pulled out his phone.
"Give me your number, and I'll send you mine. We can meet up tomorrow and work out. You can also give me the bottle back. I could also use some feedback."
I entered my number in his phone, eventually handing it back to him.
"What's your name?" he asked with a grin.
"I'm Blake," I said self-consciously, wondering if using my real name was a good idea.
"Nice to meet you, Blake," he said with a laugh. "I've got to go, but message me when you're going to the gym tomorrow. We'll meet up."
He reached out to shake hands before walking away. To my surprise, the soap was covered in a glittery dust. Handing the bottle to me, he winked. Jackson's smile was blinding, and I had a hard time focusing on anything else.
Thinking about Jackson and the pink, glittery soap raises questions about his intentions. Did he forget the soap on purpose for a reason? Did he steal the soap, or was it a coincidence? Only time will tell as I continue to meet up with him to work out and perhaps get closer to the real motive behind his generous gift.
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ME: Today was a good day at the gym. I was able to meet a guy named Jackson who seemed to be quite familiar with the gym. We talked at the end of our workout session. He helped me forget about my forgotten soap by giving me some. We have agreed to meet tomorrow to work out together, and he asked me for my contact details so he can send his. I'm curious about his intentions as the soap is covered in a glittery dust.
Today was a productive day at the gym. I was able to connect with someone new, Jackson, who seems to be a regular at the gym. Towards the end of our workout, we got chatting. He noticed I'd forgotten my soap and reached into his bag to give me some. He also asked for my phone number so he could send his to me. While I'm thankful for the soap, I can't help but be a little curious about the glittery dust covering it. We've agreed to meet up the following day for another workout session. I'm looking forward to seeing him again and seeing if I can uncover his motives behind the gift.
Seizing the opportunity, I head over to the shower. While still feeling self-conscious, I tightly wrap my towel around my waist and step inside the stall. As I look down, I'm unable to spot my penis due to the presence of my stomach. Anticipating the day when I'll stare at it fully, I suppress this feeling of shame. My counselor would encourage me to move past it, emphasizing that progress is important.
With the water now at a comfortable temperature, I place the borrowed soap on the ledge and begin washing my body. I think about Jackson and the image of his naked body crosses my mind. My arousal increases at the prospect of his guidance in the gym, possibly aiding in my weight loss, even if it doesn't lead to sexual encounters.
Grabbing the bottle, I open it and am greeted by the fragrance of fruit. I typically prefer a more masculine scent, but beggars can't be choosers. I spill some into my hand and palpate my chest and underarms, feeling a strange tingling sensation. I check for any adverse reactions, like rashes, but find none. Not knowing if I'm having an allergic reaction or if it's pleasurable, I'm intrigued as the tingling intensifies.
My self-consciousness fades away as I move down to my groin and legs. The tingling is amplified when my penis and balls are massaged with the soap. Experiencing a level of horniness not felt in years, I don't anticipate something like this occurring in public.
I proceed to my backside. My ass responds strongly to the soap, an area I've always kept clear of can't be ignored now. While I've never been enthusiastic about anal stimulation, my recent experience changes my perspective. I can't imagine not having some form of stimulation at my most sensitive spot.
Responding to my fingers penetrating my anus, I release a high-pitched moan, surprising myself. The sounds of others giggling reach my ears, but I can't stop my pleasure. Resuming the application of the fragrant soap, a feeling of euphoria overtakes me. Addressing my bottom, I apply the soap, the tingling turning into a more intense sensation. I cannot help but finger my ass.
Unfortunately, my enjoyment is cut short by a sudden rush of freezing water, jolting me out of my momentary lapse. Quickly rinsing off, I leap from the stall. Hoping no one has overheard the commotion, I scramble into the locker room to dress. Grabbing my bag, I locate the nearly-empty bottle of soap. Gathering my thoughts, I recall Jackson's warning against overusing the product. I'm convinced he'll understand the effects of this magical soap.
Exiting the locker room, I'm relieved that no one is present. Changing is quick and painless. Dabbing the container in my backpack, a comforting warmth emanates from my groin. My ass and phallus remain in a state of tingling bliss.
Having had an eventful shower, I focus on getting home. Refraining from thinking, I speed towards my car. Although a salad is the usual post-gym snack, I find myself craving something sweet and fruit-laden. My journey home only includes a single stop. Picking up a smoothie, I contemplate how my self-image has been altered after using this wondrous soap. I opt for a new wardrobe, as my smaller stomach and trimmer chest necessitate it.
At home, I disrobe and view myself in the mirror, my image somewhat familiar but noticeably altered. My once dark brown hair gleams under the light, starkly contrasting the bare skin of my chest and abdomen. No longer hidden by an extensive layer of chest hair, my abs and pectoral muscles await reassessment. Assessing my new identity, I feel a growing urge to repeat my showering ritual.
A new version of myself stares back, one that compels me to take risks and explore my body in ways I'd previously avoided. Realizing my life has changed, I decide to embrace the transition.
Gazing at my reflection, my lips appear slightly more plump and my facial structure appears more slender. Upon examining my genital region, I notice that I am completely devoid of any pubic hair and my anal opening feels pleasantly sensitive.
Proceeding to investigate further, my fingers venture towards my anus. The sensations experienced at the gym seemingly continue, as my fingers begin a rhythmic in and out motion. My penis promptly hardens, and I can't help but utter a satisfied groan. My fingers gradually delve deeper, and my climax quickly approaches. Shots of semen explode from my aroused penis, splattering my mirror with a thick coating of my seed. My face flushes in satisfaction as the odor of fruit permeates my nostrils.
I stand there for a moment, idly massaging my anus, relishing in the fulfilment of my sensations. The thought of sexual pleasure temporarily consumes my mind. The chirping of my phone interrupts my trance. I glance down to see the screen covered in a solidified layer of my ejaculate. My heart rate speeds up as I read a message from Jackson:
Jackson: "Hey, Blake! I hope your shower was enjoyable. Don't forget, I only transmit a small amount. That wasn't meant for you."
My mind races back to my previous mistake. Indeed, I had forgotten about this due to my preoccupation. Confession seems inevitable.
Me: "Oh, right! It felt so good. I also seem to be experiencing some physical changes. I don't see any rashes or hives."
Jackson: "Don't worry. We'll address that later. Send me a photo."
I send a photo of a humiliated me who has evidently undergone more physical changes. My eyes seem brighter, and my nose visibly smaller.
"Reading" appears beneath the message written in the text box. My heart races in fear as minutes pass.
Jackson: "How much did you use?"
I realize that around half the bottle is missing.
Me: "Around half. I didn't realize I would use that much."
Jackson: "That's a problem. It might be too late. Text me your address."
I ponder driving to the gym, but Jackson insists on visiting me. I text him my address.
Jackson: "I'll be there in half an hour. Get cozy and prepare some alcohol."
My anxiety intensifies. I vaguely want to avoid the soap, yet the memory of manually stimulating myself and the scent of fruit entices me. I find myself overcome by the scent of the soap, and involuntarily slip my fingers into my anus.
Grasping my shoulder, Jackson's large hands seem to overlap the side of my neck. I whimper as they glide over. He leans over me and grabs the bottle of the soap. I attempt to rise, but my body is easily controlled by his strength. I nervously see him approaching the shower and turning it on.
"Are those hands really that big compared to my shoulders?" I ponder aloud, yet I can't concentrate for long. Jackson's presence promotes my posterior's fondness for his touch. I groan in pleasure as he leans over me, forcing my senses to focus on our physicalities. Suddenly, his finger passes beneath my nostrils, infusing me with the fruity odor. I become enthralled by the tingling sensations. My erect penis reaches out, desperately groping for whatever it can find.
"Half a bottle of the latest formula leads to drastic changes physically," Jackson's voice states around me. "Excessive consumption results in an extreme state of arousal and euphoria. The subject was instructed to use a small amount but wrongfully used an abnormally large quantity. Experiments will be conducted to determine the consequences of a full bottle's use."
As the discussion continues, I use my fingers to agitate my anus. Jackson joins me in the shower, causing me to become startled. Slowly, he approaches me and takes the soap. My mind is clouded by the fruity fragrance and the impending realization of my actions. He returns, grabs my arms, and pulls me out of the shower.
Tensed, I stumble backward upon reaching the bathroom floor. I feel his gaze as he carefully surveys my body. His smile is confident, almost indifferent. The running water echoes softly as he retrieved the bottle of soap.
So, I'm going to give you a choice. You can leave this right now and keep a piece of yourself. You'll always be horny, but at least you might have some sort of life. However, there's no turning back. Alternatively, you can go ahead and finish this process, and then you won't have to worry about anything except being mindless and getting fucked.
"What's going on?" I questioned him.
"You were on your own, and no one would have a second thought about a guy shedding some weight, especially if he was desperate," he replied. "You were an ideal candidate. You were trying to lose weight, and if you'd just listened to what I said and used only a bit, you'd probably still be a submissive individual, but you'd have more control over your actions. The company I work for is in the business of transforming people, whether they like it or not."
"When I messaged you on Grindr and got ghosted when you thought I was some twink, I knew you were the perfect one. You should've been nicer and replied. I saw the look on your face when I called you 'daddy'. It's okay if you didn't want to be called daddy, but you'll likely be calling someone 'daddy' soon. You were more respectful when I was a ripped torso. You won't need to worry about that for much longer, though."
"That doesn't explain the corporation," I said, glancing at him. For the first time, I could see him stiffening in his shorts. The bottle of soap in his hand, not too far from his cock, looked just as tempting.
"It won't pose an issue for long," he said. "The company I work for operates in the shadows when needed. Soon, we'll be making money hand over fist as we patent this formula to allow everyone to change themselves, but let's just say, there are a few rebellious sons across the world who will soon be calling someone 'daddy'."
"But you can say 'no' and depart. No one would believe you if you said anything, or you can step into the shower, get wet, and let me pour the rest of this on you."
He set the soap aside for a moment to remove his clothes and put on some protective gear.
"I don't want to get any on myself, I can't follow instructions if I'm too thick-headed."
"What's that soap?" I inquired.
I knew I was only stalling for time. I could feel my ass tightening, my fingers reaching back, and my mouth beginning to water as the man who led me on this path of self-destruction towered in my bathroom as if it were his.
"Nanobots," he said. "Little robots that have been roaming through your body, making adjustments. Suppose you've noticed your fingers never keeping away from your little pussy back there. You've also been trained, or your mind has, to link pleasure with not thinking. Soon, any time you start thinking too hard, the pleasure will cease, and you'll be left with nothing but the agony of thinking. We want you to be able to function a little. You'll be able to think about basic things and survive, but you'll only be capable of concentrating on fun, fucking, and sucking. What's your pick, Blake?"
I scream inside to flee through the door, but my legs won't move in that direction. I try to think of something to do, but a pain begins to creep its way through my head. My eyes leave the door and focus on Jackson, his cock fully erect and leaking pre-cum beneath the plastic obstruction. When I see his cock, my mind fills with pink, and the aroma of fruit fills my thoughts.
Before I know it, I'm on my knees, and he's dragging me into the shower. The gush of soap smashes onto my head moments later and doesn't stop as it showers my body. Gloved hands rub the soap into every nook and cranny. Every inch of my body starts tingling as the water interacts more with the soap, and a lather develops.
Jackson steps away from the expanding ocean of bubbles that surrounds me. He removes his gloves and seizes his throbbing cock. Pink swirls in my mind as my hands explore every inch of my body. To fill the void in my mouth, I use one hand to continue the finger fuck from before, and the other to jam my thumb into my mouth. The soap that was on my finger stimulates the inside of my mouth and makes it tingle.
I'm not sure how long I've been in the shower, but suddenly, the cold jet of water flushing away my ass and mouth ends my dick-mindless fucking. I look over and see Jackson stroking his cock.
A visual representation
An audiobook
I can't help but focus on the cock in front of me. I'm desperate to get out of the bathtub and kneel down, but he keeps me where I am. He picks up the showerhead and washes away the soap, leaving me naked and shivering in the shower. My fingers instinctively gravitate towards it, moving in and out with purpose. I attempt to escape once more, but he prevents me yet again.
"No, no, not now," he says casually. I whimper and he chuckles.
He reaches into a bag I hadn't noticed until now. He grabs a bottle and pours its contents over his erection. The plastic between us is still in place. It's enticing, so I lick my lips.
"This will finish you off," he explains. "Once it combines with the pre-cum on my cock and you swallow, you'll be in trance. Your mind will be controlled by whatever I order. First, look at your revamped body before you forget."
He removes the division between us, and I'm now trembling, wet, but all traces of soap are gone. My hair has become platinum blonde and pink. My face has changed drastically, barely resembling me. I'm smaller, my nose is tinier, and my lips look like they're always wet. The pudge I used to have is gone. Instead, I find myself gazing at the most effeminate boy I've ever met. My less than impressive cock has grown significantly, but the real stunner is my ass. My once small waist now boasts a tempting backside that's downright sinful.
Jackson bends me Over and rubs the tip of his cock against my ass. Ecstasy overwhelms me. I try to push back but he chuckles. He brings me back into the light from the bathroom to my bedroom. He throws me on the bed, forcing his large, muscular body on top of me. Now all I can see is his torso's shadows with his cock appearing to bob.
I try to anticipate his next move as vapid pleasure overtakes me. The precum drips from his cock into my mouth. My fingers, however, continue to work towards my pussy. I fight back, only to be met with a hearty laugh from Jackson. It's apparently futile. My mind has become obedient to his every desire.
His sizeable member fills my mouth. I finally close my eyes and give into the feeling. I'm in a dreamy trance, unable to produce any thoughts. The only sensation is the anal stretching that accompanies the sexual act. Oh how I love to be made into anyone's cumslut, I realize.
I hear an inaudible voice saying, "Swallow, fag." I immediately do so, swallowing the torrent of cum from his cock.
"Stand up," he instructs. I get on my knees, my head dangling off the bed. Jackson enters me from behind.
"Keep fingerfucking yourself," he demands.
"Yes, Daddy," my new voice says. Another piece of pain stirs in my head. Was I always this submissive and girly? My memories are fading, with nothing but a single daddy's voice in my head.
Another blow lands on my ass.
"What did you call him?" he inquires in a silky whisper. I cringe, recalling my previous faux pas. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I beg, "I forgot." My legs are behind me now and my ass is aching, reminding me that obedience is important, or I'll be punished. He actually might not fuck me if I don't follow orders. Those impure moments flit through my mind. I must make it stop.
"Don't forget again," he warns. Electrifying pleasure reawakens. As he continues to dominate me I start to experience a sort of hunger, craving his forceful penetration. "Bend over," he commands. I kneel on my bed and bend over, wide and open, welcoming him in. He enters with no mercy. "Keep fingerfucking yourself" He says.
"Yes, Daddy," I sigh blissfully, fearing I'll be deemed an unworthy sub if I don't comply.
A long time ago, my father taught me a crucial lesson: never to address a man by his name unless he gave his permission. It didn't matter where I was, even in front of my family, they were either called Daddy, Sir, or whatever they preferred.
He said something harsh to me, "You're an idiot." His hand moved towards the spot he had just spanked me, "But someone will still want you because you're cute. When you join your new Daddy, make sure you behave. Now walk straight so he can penetrate your vagina."
After all the digitally pleasing myself and my vagina being already wet from being special, my father easily slides his phallus into my vagina. I can maintain a tight fit, even if I have something inside me at all times. My father loves thrusting into my vagina. With each thrust, I see the lights in various shades of pink - sometimes they're stars, sometimes cocks, but mostly just pink. I'm content, and my father experiences pleasure. He yells as he explodes in my vagina.
"Cum", he says.
My firehose ejaculates ropes of boi-semen. I don't usually get to cum, unless my father permits it. It's essential for a boi like me to remain horny. Daddies may want me to beg, and nobody begs better than a horny boi.
Once we've stopped, my father instructs me to retrieve my mobile phone, money, passport, and computer. I know exactly where they are, so no mental agony. I hand them over to my father, and he gives me a pair of pink tank top, a skirt, and some underwear to change into. He's so considerate, especially since I broke his rule. I feel a slight pang of self-anger.
After changing, he tells me to sign my name on a piece of paper and then leads me to his car. He's the chivalrous type, so he opens the car door for me and shuts it closed. We drive off and he orders me to give him a handjob while we drive, except I'm not allowed to give him a blowjob because of the earlier incident.
I whine, but I proceed to pull out his penis. I focus solely on it and ensure no pre-semen gets on his pants. His penis jumps, signaling imminent climax. I look up to my father for approval, but he shakes his head.
"This is your punishment, boy", he says, "There's a towel in the back seat. Use that to catch it." I do as instructed, holding the towel in one hand while he strokes his penis. I watch as his semen shoots out and lands on the towel. "Put the towel away and sit. Don't touch yourself. You'll meet your new Daddy soon."
I watch the streetlights pass by, lost in my thoughts. My vagina starts to ache as we drive, but my father said to sit and not touch it. We arrive at the airport and a large man assists me out of the car. My father steps out and walks over to a man waiting by a plane.
I am escorted to the man, and I can clearly see him now. He is a Japanese man, a few years older than me. His dress shirt reveals his muscular physique. His penis starts to harden, and I feel an intense desire to kneel and perform oral sex on him. My cock and vagina start to leak again, staining my underwear.
"What do you think, Tanaka-san?" Daddy asked the man. He walks over to check out my leaking vagina. Daddy hasn't ordered me to touch it yet. The Japanese sir, since I don't know his proper name, raises my skirt to gaze at my leaking vagina. He starts to digital vaginal penetration as I lean into him.
"Please, Sir", I plead.
"That's Daddy to you, slut," Sir responds, "You'll always call me Daddy, at all times."
"Yes, Daddy," I reply, "Always Daddy."
He smiles and checks out my leaking penis.
"We'll cage that boi," Daddy says.
He approaches an older man, gestures for his suitcase, and hands it over. The older man, Mr. Jackson, shakes his hand.
"Good doing business with you, Tanaka-san," Mr. Jackson said and handed him the blue bottle from before, "Make sure to rub it on your penis before he sucks. After that, he's all yours to reprogram. If you want to make any adjustments, you have thirty days before they're permanent."
"I understand, Mr. Jackson," Daddy replies, "Do you have his belongings?"
Mr. Jackson provides my belongings, and someone takes it on the plane. Mr. Jackson walks away and I concentrate on my new Daddy.
"Let's go," Daddy says. "First, what's my name?"
"Daddy!"
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