#object transformation

"I'm off to work!" Jake said, putting on his work shoes. He was going to his job as a night shift worker at a local spa.

"You seem happy to be going to that gay spa" Charlie, Jake's boyfriend, said.

"Not really, we're understaffed today, so I'm gonna be working the front, then hope its slow enough that I can clean the place and restocks and ughhhh" Jake moaned.

"Wow that sucks. They didn't hire anyone new yet?"

"Nope so it's just me tonight."

Charlie got up and walked towards Jake "Should I help?"

"Nah Charlie, you wouldn't want to." Jake denied.

Charlie hugged his boyfriend and whispered "Well if you finish work early we can borrow one of the rooms and fuck."

Jake blushed, "W-well sure...if you don't mind" he put his hands over his excited cock.

"Cool then its settled then" Charlie said putting on his shoes and jacket.

The pair arrived to Jake's work, the new gay soa that opened up in town. On the outside it looks like an ok hotel but on the inside it has pools, saunas, hot tubs, and even private rooms for people to rent.

"Your late!" Said an annoyed looking twink behind the counter.

Jake put his hand behind his back. "Sorry Dave, traffic was rough".

"Whatever..." Dave said getting out from behind the counter, showing he only had the staff shirt and a pair of speedos on, his bulge looking to big to be on a twink but nobody questions it, only crave it.

Dave pointed at Charlie "And who's that?"

"My boyfriend" Jake said "He's gonna help me out tonight."

"Wait thats smart, I should have asked my boyfriend to work with me." Dave said, impressed with Jake's idea.

"Yeah so you mind loaning him your shirt?"

Dave rolled his eyes and took his shirt of, revealing his thin figure tp the world. He tossed it to Jake. "I'll be im the pool for a bit if you need back up"

"Thanks Dave!" The two workers waving goodbye to each other.

Jake handed Charlie the shirt and watched him put it on. "Ok you can man the front desk. Its pretty simple, they come in, enter their info on the tablet. Then you take their money and hand them a locker key." Charlie nodded as if thinking this task was simple enough. He sat behind the counter where Dave was. Jake grabbed some cleaning supplies and walked off. Through out the night Charlie did as Jake told, some of the patrons even grabbing a condom from the bowl. Charlie sat there thinking about Dave's massive bulge, how he wanted it in him. Charlie and Jake were dating but both of them prefer to bottom so they'd often get others to join in with them. A few hours passed and Jake returned. "Hows it goung babe?" Charlie asked enthusiastically. "Its going alright" Charlie responded "But the condom bowl is empty".

Jake looked at the bowl and gave out a small gasp.

He ran to the supply closet and emerged a few minutes. "Aw crap we're out". Jake sighed.

"Oh well." Charlie said putting his head in his hand.

"Its not 'oh well' babe one of our selling points was we gave out free condoms!"

Jake started to panic but then stopped at looked at Charlie with puppy dog eyes.

As if he knew what Jake was thinking, Charlie snarled "No way not happening"

"Pleeeeease" Jake begged "I'll get Dave to fuck you if you let me."

"W-what??" Charlie gasped.

"Please babe you weren't exactly subtle staring at him."

Charlie blushed "Can you really do that?"

"Yeah he's pretty wild. A few times I ended up inside that monster! He even churned me into cum and splattered me all over the shower room wall. I ended up respawning in the sewer."

Charlie turned red at the image of his boyfriend getting cock vored by his coworker. He then sighed. "Sure do your thing".

Jake grinned and twirled his fingers. Suddenly Charlue started sinking as his body is being dissolved into a pile of condoms. Soon his entire body was reduced to a pile on condoms. Jake scooped up his boyfriend and filled the condom bowl with him.

"You better turn me back!" Charlie's voice echoed in Jake's head.

"Don't worry as long as I have one of you I can turn you back." Jake picked one up and twirled his fingers once again making the condom glow for a moment. "There, I put most of your soul and mind into this one so I should be good." He said, putting Charlie into his pocket.

Jake sat back behind the counter taking over for Charlie.

Throughout the night, more and more customers come into the spa and grab a condom from the bowl. Charlie moaned in his mind as he felt his multiple condom bodies being used. He felt large and small dicks, soft gentle thrusts and wild animal-like thrusts. Jake got an erection as his mental link with Charlie meant that he felt what he felt as well. "I-i should have thought this through. . . " Jake said, putting one of his hands in his pants massaging his cock.

"N-no you should do this more often! AHHHH~" Charlie moaned in Jake's mind.

As the night goes on, Jake gasps and huffs in lust as he saw each of the guests leave one by one. Soon it was 5AM, closing time for the Spa, which was really just an hour between the night and day shift for cleaning.

"Phew almost done. . ." Jake said reaching for the rest of Charlie's condoms. A hand swoops in and grabs the rest of them, it was Dave looking like he enjoyed his night.

"Good work Jake," Dave winked "Uhhh where's your boyfriend?"

"Oh uhhh. . . he went home a few hours ago, he's not used to the night shift."

"Oh shame, I wanted to do a threesome to top my night off, but you will do for tonight."

Jake blushed "W-what? No way I gotta clean this place for the day shift!"

Dave giggled "Oh nah, I spent the last hour or so cleaning the rooms as the customers left, I was thinking of how I would fuck the both of you when your shift was done."

Jake stuttered "well . . I. . .ummm I don't know if Char-char would approve. . . "

"Do it!" Echoed Charlie's voice "I want to feel that dick in me too!"

Slowly Charlie's horniness slowly leaked into Jake's mind and he felt like he couldn't say no. "S-sure Dave!" Jake shouted as he followed Dave into an empty bedroom.

The two begin to make out as Dave slowly strips Jake down.

Jake moaned into Dave's mouth as they fall onto a bed. After making out for a while longer, Dave broke off and stared at his prey. He removed his speedo revealing his massive cock. Jake was in awe of his third leg begging for it to be inside him. Dave went to work shoving his cock into Jake's ass raw. "Ahh Ahhh" Jake moaned as his coworker wrecked his asshole.

"You like that bitch?" Dave barked, dominating Jake.

"Yes daddy, harder!" Jake pleaded

Dave happily abided as he fucked Jake faster and harder.

"Holy shit his cock is so massive!" Charlie thought as he was mentally fucked by Dave. "Damn, good thing I'm a condom right now, I would have cummed by now!"

Dave soon slowed down and shoved his rocker deeper and deeper into Charlie. Dave then lifted Charlie up and fucked him against the wall.

"ahh ahhh" Jaked moaned as his mind is insides are being rearranged by Dave's giant cock. He held him and gripped Dave's back as his ass is taking the beating of a lifetime. Dave took this as a sign to go harder as he sped up his pounding. After a few more thrusts, Dave moaned as pumps and pumps of cum comes out of his dick and into Jake. He placed him onto the bed as he fills Jake up, expanding his stomach with his cum. When Jake looked like he was full, Dave pulled out and continued to jizz all over Jake's body.

Covered in cum, Jake moaned as he tried to catch his breath "D-dave I think you went too hard! This place is a mess. . ."

Dave didn't respond and suddenly Jake felt his feet being wrapped in a warm embrace. "W-what" Jake muttered as he looked down, seeing his feet disappear into Dave's cock. "Dammit Dave!" Jake protested.

Dave smirked as he sucked Dave's legs into his cock slit. "I was gonna cock vore both of you guys but you will have to do for today! After you reform tell loverboy about it so I can fill up both my balls!"

Jake tried resisting but gave up as soon as he realizes the fucking he just had drained all of his energy, he gave up as his chest goes into Dave's cock. The world goes dark as his head is enveloped into Dave's monster cock leaving the shape of his body visible from the outside of Jake's cock. His cock sucked him into one of Dave's nuts. Jake rolls up in the fetal position as he gets comfortable in Dave's ball sack. Jake moaned as he felt the walls of his new home massaging him turning him into more spunk for Dave. On the outside, Dave was masterbating to help speed up the process. Jake felt his skin go white and soft as his body is broken down do sperm. As Dave stroke his cock, the condom that contained most of Charlie's mind fell out of Jake's pocket. Dave smirked as he picked Charlie up and wrapped his cock with Charli's condom body. Charlie moaned as he felt him being massaged by Dave's hand over Dave's cock. After a few more strokes, Jake has fully become conscious sperm. Jake then felt his new home pushing him out as his cum body exits Dave's cock and into Charlie's condom body. "Ahh ahhh" Dave moaned as he filled charlie up with Jake. Charlie felt like he was gonna pop when he was filled up to the size of a watermelon.

Dave carefully took charlie off and tied a knot so Jake won't spill out.

"Dammit Dave!" Jake thought as he made his body slosh inside Charlie.

"We HAVE to do this again!" Charlie begged.

Dave walked over and picked up Charlie filled with Jake.

Nick Jonas had faced his share of challenges as a coach on The Voice, but nothing could prepare him for the bizarre twist his life was about to take. It all started with Cole—a contestant with raw talent but a fiery temper. Nick had eliminated Cole in the latest round, choosing to advance another singer. For Nick, it was just part of the job. For Cole, it was personal.

Angry and feeling cheated, Cole spent days brooding. His bitterness led him to the dark web, where he stumbled upon something peculiar: a supposed spellbook. Skeptical but desperate for revenge, he ordered it. When the book arrived, its ancient, weathered pages exuded an eerie energy. As Cole flipped through its contents, one spell caught his eye—a transformation spell.

The idea brewed in his mind like a storm. If he couldn’t shine on The Voice, neither would Nick Jonas.

The following week, Cole disguised himself as a stagehand, blending into the bustling crew unnoticed. He had one goal: to get close to Nick. Dressed in a utility vest and cap, he approached Nick with feigned urgency.

"Mr. Jonas, we need you to check a stage prop for tonight's rehearsal. It’s acting up," Cole said, his voice steady despite his racing heart.

Nick nodded, following Cole backstage to a dimly lit storage area. Cole closed the door behind them, pulling out the spellbook.

“What's this about?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the strange book in Cole's hands.

But before Nick could protest further, Cole began chanting. The words were guttural and otherworldly, filling the room with a low hum that made the air feel thick.

Nick’s voice faltered. “What are you—” His ability to speak vanished mid-sentence. Panic set in as a tingling sensation spread across his skin.

His body stiffened unnaturally, his joints locking in place. His skin turned a deep crimson hue, the texture shifting to a smooth, leathery finish. His arms flattened, merging seamlessly into his torso, while his legs folded and shrank away entirely. His spine elongated and arched unnaturally, forming the backrest of a chair. His face, frozen in silent horror, was pulled back and absorbed into the material, leaving only the outline of his jaw as the seat’s subtle curve.

He tried to scream, but no sound escaped. His mind remained intact, trapped within his new form. He was now a red swivel chair, complete with his name emblazoned on the backrest.

Cole burst into laughter, his plan having taken an unexpected but amusing turn. “I was aiming for a jacket,” he muttered, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “But this works!”

He wheeled the chair into the elevator and transported it to the stage, setting it up in its usual spot. No one suspected anything amiss. After all, it was just a chair.

But Cole wasn’t done. In the privacy of a restroom, he opened the book again. This time, he chanted a spell meant to transform himself.

The air around him shimmered as his body began to change. His face shifted, his cheekbones sharpening and his jawline becoming more defined. His hair darkened to a rich black, the texture softening and falling perfectly into place. His body slimmed and toned, his shoulders broadening slightly while his waist narrowed.

His clothes began to change as well. The stolen worker uniform dissolved into a pristine white T-shirt that clung to his chest, paired with tight black pants that hugged his thighs and legs perfectly. A sleek leather jacket materialized over the T-shirt, completing the look.

Cole stared at his reflection in the mirror, a grin spreading across his now-Nick-like face. He ran a hand through his newly darkened hair, marveling at how authentic it all felt. Even his voice had transformed, the rich, melodic tone unmistakably Nick Jonas.

“Not bad,” Cole said, smirking. He struck a pose, flexing his arms and testing out his new vocal cords. “This is going to be fun.”

Cole—now Nick—strolled out to the stage, testing the “new chair” with an exaggerated flourish. He ran his hands over the smooth red leather, smirking as he felt the faint tremor beneath his touch.

“Well, look at you,” he murmured, lowering himself slowly onto the seat. “You always were supportive, Nick.”

He leaned back, shifting his weight purposefully. “Comfortable, aren’t you? No wonder you love this chair so much—it’s practically made for you.”

Cole laughed, rubbing his hands against the armrests. “Feels weird, doesn’t it? Knowing I’m the one sitting here now while you’re the one being sat on. Get used to it, buddy.”

He leaned closer to the backrest, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Oh, and don’t worry—I’ll take good care of your life. Your fans, your fame... even your brothers. They’ll never know the difference.”

The real Nick could only sit silently, trapped in his new form, unable to protest as Cole took over his life.

From that day forward, Cole lived as Nick Jonas, basking in the fame, fortune, and adoration that came with the role. And as for the real Nick? He remained in plain sight, unnoticed and unheard—a silent witness to the life that was once his.

You can guess what happened next.