Ezri's Rescue Pt.2

Nevil looked around the room, but his friends had already been on their way out the door when he greeted them. The only other people in the room (not counting human sex appliances) were Cody and some average-grade senior who were both too busy breeding bimbos to answer questions. There was, however, a calling card trimmed with gold leaf leaning against the side of the box. He could tell right away that the giver of the cupcake had to be royalty - not just from the quality of the card paper, but also rich smell of perfume that lingered on it. Not to mention the message written on it in an elegant, aristocratic hand:

"Nevil, Many thanks It seemed only fitting that I offer some small repayment for the many pleasurable hours"


There was no name at the bottom, but a genius like Nevil hardly needed to wrack his brains to identify the sender. Clearly Prince Christian had discovered what he, Nevil, had been saying all along: that Princess Alisha was another cock-slobbering ONAHOLE like any other, and Christian had been making good use of his sister at home. It was only natural that the prince would want to a token of his appreciation. The self-satisfied nerd chuckled unpleasantly to himself and picked up the appetizing cupcake. I'm his hubris, he never even thought to look at the back of the card, and so missed the final, crucial words of the message:

"that you stole from me."


Nevil greedily but into the cupcake, demolishing a third of the high-quality confection at a single chomp. For a moment, it was every little bit as sweet, as rich, as subtle, and as supremely decadent as he had imagined. He felt a heat in his belly. An unusual, but not unpleasant heat. But as soon as he noticed it, it got hotter - hotter! - scorching! He thought he felt a shaft of burning light fill his throat and his eyes for an instant... and then it was over. He would have sworn he'd imagined it... until he felt the tightness of his shirt, and the breeze between his legs.

Noooo no no no no, this can't be happening! Nevil thought, panicking as he felt his new, unfamiliar body, sure that he had fallen into some sort of nightmare. He was still reeling when an all-too-familiar voice intruded upon his panic.

"Hey, yo! Nevil! Ya got any new holes in lately?" Nevil looked up in time to see Mike lifting his shirt to wipe his sweaty brow, and was momentarily stunned by the sight of his sweaty abs.

The rush of hormones that went straight from his belly to his face and crotch were totally unfamiliar and left him tongue tied. Then his and Mike's eyes met. As Nevil felt a jolt of panic, Mike's eyes scoped him up and down, and an eager grin split his lips.

"Well, hey there sweetie! Never seen you before! My name's Mike ... What about you, darling?"

Breath stolen by his sudden change of fortune, and the odd stirring in his belly, Nevil couldn't squeak out a reply until the naked Mike was practically on top of him. Panicking he yelped, "Mike, it's Nevil- AAAHHHH!" His words were drowned by a shriek as the handsome horndog slipped his cock into the transformed nerd's virgin cunt.

"‘Nella?’ Awe, that's a cute name! You a cousin of Nevil’s or something? You look kinda brainy," he mentioned casually while sliding his fat cock in and out of "Nella's" pussy.

*****

Around that same time, Otto was tackling his new master into bed. They'd arrived at Ezri's apartment just 8 minutes ago, and after being shown the bed, the bedroom, the weight room, the walk-in shower, the protein supplements, the pricy shaving razors, and the dozen new colorful jockstraps that were all his now, Otto couldn't hold back his gratitude any longer.

"Thank you, thank you!" he gasped between enthusiastic kisses. The effects of the IQ-draining sperm were fading, but his love for his new master was only growing. "I can't tell you how much this means to me. Thank you. You're the best!"

Ezri accepted the himbo's praise with a confident smile, and a hand on those generous tits. "I am~ Cutie."