Stripped of Humanity - Patreon Exclusive (Object/Tg)

 "Sorry man, you know I gotta do this," my previous male friend told me as he lowered his pussy onto my stiff plastic head. "You don't have to make it so sexual though," I shuddered as I felt his slick lips wrap around my body, coating me in vaginal juices. "How? There is literally no way to use a dildo in a non-sexual way," he huffs, both upset that he has to do this but enjoying the feeling nonetheless.

 I was still upset that I had gotten the stiff end, pun not intended, of the deal from the owner of the strip club. After a terrible week, I invited my friend out to the strip club to unwind and after a few shots, we both got a little too handsy with the girls. It wasn't until we were invited into the back that we realized the proprietor was not inviting us back to give us an award for being such good customers.

 "You two have been upsetting my girls," the busty businesswoman scolded us as we stood before her. "Maybe they shouldn't be dressed like that if they don't want to be harassed," I stated, my alcohol-addled brain told her in what I thought was an excellent retort. A flash of anger crossed her face before her pearly smile returned. Thinking I was in the clear, I turned to leave only to feel a searing pain splash over my back.

 I shrank rapidly, my arms and legs pressing to my sides as I fell through the air. I could feel my entire body changing as I rushed towards the cold tile. My skin became a deep purple as it hardened, fully sealing my limbs to my torso. After a few agonizing seconds I hit the ground, except instead of the expected meaty slap, I clattered. My entire body bounced as if it were made of rubber because that's exactly what I had become.

 "What the fuck did you do to him!" I heard my friend shout from my position on the ground. The clack of heels grew until I felt long, slender fingers grasp me, lifting me into the air until I was face to face-with my tormentor. "Don't worry, you'll make good use of him," she chuckled as she turned towards him. His eyes went wide before he too was hit with a wave of magic.

 He screamed, his voice changing in pitch as his body shrank a few inches. He started to gasp as his chest started to grow, popping buttons from his shirt until it ripped, spilling supple flesh from it. His hips cracked wide as fat filled his thighs and ass. Lastly, I watched as his bulge shrank, his tight pants refusing to his then newly formed camel toe. Completely forgetting about my current predicament, I stared in horror at the curvy woman my friend had become.

 "Here," the owner blurted, "Use him every single show if you ever want to turn back." She tossed my body in the air, just barely being caught by my friend. "Sh-show?" He stuttered, still unaccepting of his new body. "But of course! The rules here are quite simple, you upset one of my girls and you take the rest of her shift for the month." She laughed and pointed at the girl that caused both of you to land in this situation, "Do you think she was always a woman? She still has a few years left in her contract but thanks to you, she gets a well-deserved break."

 He glanced down at me which confirmed my fear, I was turned into a sex toy. I wasn't able to see exactly what I was but using context clues, I presumed I was a large purple dildo. "Now get out there," the woman shouted excitedly before slapping his ass. He stumbled out of the door and onto the stage, the eyes of dozens of horny men drilling him. Not knowing what else to do, he plopped me onto the ground and lowered himself onto me to the men's pleasure.

 That first night was months ago probably. It turns out to be nothing but an inanimate object that can only talk to your owner when inside him distorts one's perception of time. I'm still unsure if my fate was better than his since all I have to do is sit around and wait for the next show, but the sheer boredom between fuckings left me feeling empty in an ironic twist that I would find funny had I still the energy to care.

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Picture by KiMouji