5 on 1 - Chapter four: Figures

“He’s going to give us giant tits.”

“Surely a bigger ass would come first though right?”

“I think a s-style change would be good.”

“Girl, we can just change clothes.”

“Oh, I… I dunno, none of my old clothes were very s-s-sexy.”

“Ok, lingerie for blondie, and the rest of us get mega-tits.”

“Oh, uh, well, I’ve always… I liked the little… Y’know, the tight leather things those pretty girls in the movies wear. Or-or, uh, spandex! That always looked so cute.”

“Ooooh, ok slut, I see you!”

“Y’know,” Mike said, swallowing a mouthful as Lilly turned a new shade, “I’ve always liked a nice tight dress.”

“On you or us?” Carmen said, leaning against Lilly as she giggled.

“I don’t have anything l-like that e-either,” Lilly shook her head.

Afi was running a hand over her outfit, pinching and pulling at it. She turned back to Mike, “I’d imagine this is too formless for your liking?”

“I mean, it’s a nice fit,” Mike replied, gesturing with his chopsticks, “but no, not quite what I had in mind. It’s the kind of number that hugs every curve of a woman, like it was painted on.”

“Mm. I shall keep that in mind,” she replied, releasing her grip on the fabric, “would you have me go naked instead?”

He quirked an eyebrow at her and put down the bowl.

“Y’know what, yeah,” he said, “I believe there are some changes that’d be more fun if I could see them in their entirety.”

Afi nodded, climbing to her feet and disrobing. Inch by inch, her newly youthful form was revealed. Her midnight skin making its appearance from behind the rainbow of fabric. Her shoulders, her upper arms, then her breasts. They were flat against her ribs. Deflated, in a way that porn didn’t often show, but so real in a way that Mike hadn’t experienced in a while. They were a meter away, if that, in his house. Her nipples were huge compared to the rest of the breast, but just as flat. Like a broad mountain, stretching out to either side of the horizon. Then came her belly and her hips. There was no dip in her waist, no real contrast between it and the hips, but it was not the star. No, that would be her abs, visible beneath a layer of fat. Each movement caused them to ripple, catching the light for just a moment before she continued. At this point, she released. Let her clothes fall the rest of the way. Her thighs were weighty. Supportive, like pillars of obsidian outside a temple. Her pubes were wild and tangled, contrasting the neatly styled hair on her head. Her pussy wasn’t visible beneath the thicket, but with the way her hip swayed in the light, he caught a glint of moisture amongst her forest.

She stood, facing him, body relaxed. Leaning onto one leg, cocking one hip. Despite the show, her ease and lack of emotion made it feel… nonsexual, in a way. Like a life drawing class. It was so casual he almost felt like it would be wrong to ask her to redress. It was this awareness of her complete nudity, her complete comfort, that made this scene that much hotter. That this was what this woman was like.

All the requests she’d made of him, all the suggestions, became so much more real that it startled him. That he could treat her like a dog, forcing her to drink from a bowl, and she’d purr like a cat. That he could take her arms and legs and leave her as little more than a wriggling sex toy, and she would still maintain that cool air. He reached out, leaning forward off his pillow, and pressed his fingers into her thigh.

Warm. Goosebumps. A bit of hair. Human.

She did not react to his touch. Didn’t say anything, nor move. Just watched him as he took her leg in, until he retreated once more.

“Am I to your liking?”

“You’re… real.”

Afi eyed him through those half closed lids. Her eyes met his, from floor to standing. She nodded, and he could see the barest hint of a smile on her lips.

“I-” He coughed, clearing his throat, “I know you all have things you want me to try, but I believe there was an earlier request I was asked to fulfill.”

Lilly looked puzzled for a moment, before her entire face lit up wide. He clapped his hands.

Theme: Weight. Target: All of them. Counter change: Carmen

“Oh my god, finally,” Carmen said, “can’t believe Afi got to go twice before I even got one.”

“Hey, at least you’re not in Yuki’s position, I don’t think she’s gone once,” Mia said, looking back to the closed bedroom.

“There’s more than one reason to not wanna be Yuki,” Carmen said, rolling her eyes.

All slaves maintain permanent lithe, low-fat figures, regardless of what they eat or how much exercise they do. They also have lithe, functional muscles with pleasant definition, providing plenty of strength and endurance for basic tasks. These unchanging features won’t cause health issues.

Or

All slaves are thin as fuck except for our thighs, ass, and tits. We all weigh 25 kilos so our master can toss us around like rag dolls.

“Ah, shit. Health issues, that’s a good point,” Carmen said, biting her finger.

“This is why I’m the master,” Mike said, leaning back on his hands, his food now finished.

“Being smarter than a room full of willing slaves? What a high bar,” Carmen said, sticking her tongue at him.

“Being a little buffer sounds nice too,” Mia said, poking her own lacking bicep, “I’ve always wanted to do a superhero cosplay, just never had the build for it.”

“Oh yeah? Who’d you have in mind?”

“Power girl was always the dream but uh,” she gestured at her bust, which was not making much of an impression on her blazer, “Spiderwoman would’ve been fun too.”

“Oooh, I-I think I know her! She had th-that lovely red outfit right?” Lilly said.

“Yeah! Actually, yeah, how’d you know her?” Mia turned to look at the once older, now equally young woman.

“Oh, well, I’m… was, I guess now, but I was a librarian,” Lilly said, “and we used to get all- all sorts of cute little comic books. But I just remember a cover with that woman on it doing this incredible crawling kind of pose in her superhero outfit. I… I dunno. It stuck with me. I always wondered if she was drawn after a real w-woman, and then I just… I dunno, I imagined how nice it must be to be so s-s… pretty, that people want to d-draw you.”

Another round of understanding affirmation, and Mike slotted an idea away for later. The votes ended 4-2 for the slender powerhouses. Mike slammed his pillow over his face as the light show began.

Yet again, the biggest changes were in Carmen and Lilly. Carmen's belly had receded back so far it almost looked like she'd flipped it inside out. Her arms had slimmed down considerably too, and would've looked pretty boney if not for her new muscles. Even at rest, he could see the gentle curve of her new biceps.

Lilly was much the same. Her face had shed so much chub she looked like a different person. The change revealed high, sharp cheek bones, a complete contrast to the apple faced woman who'd been there a moment ago. Her former clothes hung off her, looking more like how Yuki had shown up.

She pulled up her newly oversized blouse and gave the room a look at her brand new abs. The way they moved and flexed with her every breath was almost hypnotic. She ran a finger over the ridges, giggling to herself.

Mia was still mostly herself. She'd already been quite thin, but the sleeves of her blazer revealed the change. They were much tighter than before, and when she went to bend her arms, he could see the material go flat over her new guns.

The least changed was Afi. There was little fat to lose, and little muscle to gain. At least, that's what he thought. She turned away from him for a moment, and he got a full display of her brand new back muscles. They shone in the light, rippling sinew forming small valleys either side of her spine. She rolled her shoulders and it was like watching the inside of a car spring into life.

While hardly in a class of body builders or weightlifters, if you'd told Mike he was in a room full of Olympic level sprinters, he would've believed you. He looked down at his own belly, his paunch the sign of a gently ageing body. The only one in the room.

“God damn, this feels incredible,” Carmen said, doing some overhead stretches, “suddenly I get why all those girls live in the gym.”

Mia shed her blazer now, revealing a simple white dress shirt. She rolled up the sleeves, emphasising her new, sleek forearms. She gave a few experimental flexes, chuckling to herself as she felt the fabric strain.

“G-gosh… this is really nice. I haven't… it's been a while since I could see my own hips. With-without a mirror,” Lilly looked over at Mike, her new features awash with tears, blushing, and a big grin, “th-thank you M-master. This is… this is really nice.”

Mike returned the smile, before standing up himself. Surveying his new gym rats, who would never again need the gym. He walked up behind Afi, looking over her back. He traced his fingers across her new muscles, feeling the new curves move beneath his fingers. She shivered, but tried to conceal it.

“You're allowed to react,” he leaned close, whispering into her ear. It earned him another shiver, “I don't want you to be a robot.”

He let his thumb glide up her spine, and this time, she let the shiver consume her. A shake of her head, a flex of her hands. The muscles he was playing with leapt and spasmed. She hissed.

He drew his hand away, surveying her more completely, when he felt a finger tap on his back. He turned to look at Mia, who recoiled.

“Sorry sir, were you not done?”

“Nah, it's alright, what's up?”

“Well, uh, I was wondering if I could try something? With the new muscles?”

“Sure, I don't see why not. Just don't hurt me ye- Woah!”

Mia surged forward, throwing her arms around him and burying her red mop into his chest. She planted her feet, pushing out wide, and launched Mike off the ground. He tried not to flail too much.

“Woooooo!” Carmen called, cupping her hands to her face.

“Oh oh, can I try next?” Lilly said, hopping from one foot to the other.

After a few seconds, she put him back down and stepped back. Her eyes were down and her hands clasped behind her back, but she was beaming like a lighthouse. The other girls then took turns lifting him, hooting and hollering accordingly as their new bodies let them go all out. Afi didn’t join in, just watched.

When his feet were finally back on solid ground, he clapped his hands.

Theme: Hips. Target: All of them. Counter change: Lilly

“Gosh, again?” Lilly said, unable to hide her giddiness.

All slaves will have a pleasant hourglass figure. Their waist will be thin, and their hips will be slightly wider than their shoulders. This won’t cause health problems or damage by moving around organs. The slaves will still be able to comfortably walk, and their butts will reshape to better fit their new hips.

Or 2

All slaves will have their waists get 20% smaller. Their hips will become as wide as their shoulders, and then get 50% wider than that. Their thighs will increase in size to accommodate their new width. Any health issues from this change will be nullified, and all slaves will have their method of walking altered to be naturally sluttier.

“See I knew he was a size lover!” Carmen said, pulling down her pants, “you girls may wanna get ready.”

“Hang on, no, that’s not-”

He was cut off by a roomful of bare pussies. Mia revealed some simple black underwear, and a landing strip of bright red bush. Simple, professional. Carmen was a lot closer to Afi, with a wild tangle of wavy black hair. She hadn’t been wearing any panties. Lilly surprised all of them with a completely bare pussy, only the barest hint of stubble showing. The floral panties she’d had to remove to reveal it were much less shocking. In fact, looking up at her face, Lilly also seemed surprised by her hairlessness.

An overwhelming 1-5 vote in favour of the giant hips cut her off before she could say anything. A manageable glow emitted from all their lower bodies, and he could actually watch as they stretched.

All their tummies, which were all toned already, became even smaller. Shrinking in sideways, compressing their abs until each belly button in the room was a slit all on its own. It was mesmerising to watch, but a form he’d seen in models and pornstars before. The hips were something else.

They just kept going. Out, and out, and out, like an umbrella unfurling upside down. Many of the girls stumbled, having to regain their balance as their thighs were pushed apart, then filled the space back in. Somehow, despite the visible influence of their pelvises, they didn’t come out looking like skeletons. The skin, muscle, and what little fat was left did incredible work at smoothing it all over.

As a side effect of these new curves, the slaves all gained some juicy looking thighs. Afi’s were already gorgeous, but due to her narrow shoulders, she didn’t get an insane boost. Mia, on the other hand, was ahead of them all. Her shoulders, though hidden in the suit, were easily the largest of the group. It hadn’t been that obvious in her blazer, but the knock-on effect could not be ignored.

Enormous, watermelon crushing thighs now sat beneath the young redhead. Rather than simply stretch the skin out, new freckles now adorned her gorgeous legs. Had she attempted to lift Mike now, she might very well throw him through the ceiling. Even despite that, they were still holding onto that essential fat, softening the harder edges of her muscles to produce soft, tight perfection.

Mike couldn’t keep his eyes, nor his hands, off them. He closed the distance between them, forcing her backwards until she was sitting on the counter. He got his whole hand, pressing down and squeezing into either thigh, his eyes fluttering as the softness hugged his digits. He stroked his thumbs along her inner area, earning a low whine from Mia as she leaned into him. She threw her arms over his shoulder and kissed the side of his neck. He moved a hand up to the back of her head, twisting her towards him and locking her into a passionate kiss. His other fingers went to work exploring all over her legs, feeling them up as the already enormous thighs flattened out on the counter. Becoming familiar with the way her twitches and moans translated to the muscles beneath his thumbs.

Behind them, Lilly was groaning too, watching them both as she explored the shape of her new hips. Running her palms down the ski slopes, curving them inwards and finding her sex, still dead centre amongst all this new, sensitive flesh. Afi drank the scene in, motionless but for the flicker of her lustful eyes. Her snatched waist begged to be touched too, but her master had made no order for her to start.

Carmen had no such issues with initiative. Where Mia had gone high, Carmen instead wrapped her hands around his chest, splaying her fingers wide. Her own new hips, equipped with powerful thighs of their very own, began humping against her master's ass. Her slick tangle of pubes was tracing patterns on the back of his pants as she ran her tongue along the back of his neck.

Mike moved one hand away from Mia and back to Carmen. Feeling. Groping. Attaching itself to her soft, smooth hips. Gripping two of his girls, and knowing he had two more. He licked at Mia's tongue, savouring the taste of her gulping moans. Savouring his soft, slutty, beautiful slaves.

By this point, everyone was soaked. Mia was glazing the counter, beads were rolling down Mia's thighs. Lilly's fingers were stained, and Afi was drooling in place. Mike's dick, which had jumped and bounced like his underwear was a trampoline, was now overloaded with pre.

Everything was ready. Everything was right. Everything except him.

He pulled his lips back, pulled his hands in. A string of drool connected him to Mia as she kept trying to push into him, missing his lips and sinking into Carmen’s hair. The three of them came uncoiled, their brows furrowing as if to make room on their forehead for more questions.

Mike didn’t say anything, just kept his eyes low. He clapped, and began to pull his pants down.

Theme: Dick. Target: You. Counter change: Carmen.

Carmen’s face broke into a grin, “Oooooh fuck yeah.”

Mike’s dick is 12 inches long, with a ten inch circumference at its thickest part.

Or

Master’s dick is three feet long, with girth and balls to match. Despite its mammoth new size, it still functions safely. He can get full erections without danger or damage, and the dick even stands up on its own. The dick will also fit in any hole master sticks it in, stretching them out without damage/issue and returning them to normal when it’s removed.

“Carmen, no, that's…” Mike was spluttering for words, hands frozen around his half removed pants.

She slipped behind him once more, rubbing her fingers into his shoulder and giving him a kiss.

“Don't worry Papi, we'll take care of it,” she said, shifting from his cheek to nibble on his ear. She twisted outwards, still holding his shoulders, “c'mon girls, let's make our big man bigger, huh?”

Mia was still sitting on the counter. She looked dazed, her eyes threatening to cross, her mouth threatening to drool, her chest threatening to burst. Her pale skin was nearly as red as her hair. She tried to head butt her choice, floating in the air.

Lilly and Afi looked to one another, then to Carmen, then to Mike. Lilly smiled and ducked her head, apologising for a mind she'd already made up. Afi could see the votes. See that her vote would tie things up. She decided against that.

A glorious beam of light refilled the apartment. He buckled, nearly falling backwards, but Carmen was there. New thighs, new muscles. He could feel it. Feel himself unfold. Unwind. New weight. New mass. New muscle.

The lust that had faded came roaring back like a typhoon, slamming into his body. A sea spray of pleasure rammed his chest, buckling his knees again. His head kicked back, a long, growling moan dribbling out of his neck. His skin felt alive. Glistening and electric.

He felt wood. The touch of wood. It had hit the floor. But only for a moment. The muscles beneath his pelvis. The kegels, his inner thighs. New strength surged through, new fibres and strands. Every skyscraper comes with a sturdy foundation.

The girls… the slaves. They watched. Beheld. The unveiling ceremony of this grand construction they had voted for.

Mike's three foot cock.

“Gorgeous,” Carmen said, reaching a hand around his hips and running her fingers along a fourteen inch new vein.

Mike gasped for air as a surge of sensation ripped through him like he was an old T-shirt being struck by lightning. His cock launched into full mast, standing straight at attention. It landed half an inch in front of his nose. The mass, throbbing, pulsating, so close that he could feel his own breath on it. So close that his two heads, once on opposite sides, were now face to face.

“O-oh. Oh G-god,” Lilly said, her hands over her face. She'd lost a lot of colour, her mouth a mask of horror, “Wh-what have we done?”

“God…” drooled Mia, “What's it gonna do to me…”

“Master's cock…” Afi, now. Her eyelids were open. Fully open. Glazed and wide, as if to drink this new creation through her corneas alone, “it is glorious.”

“You're damn fucking right,” Carmen said, coming fully around to his side.

She leaned forward. Her hands, already smaller than Mike's, were dwarfed by his dick. She took hold, pressing into the pulsating flesh. She leaned in close, steadying herself on the pole. She tried to leave just a little kiss, just a little tease.

But as she pulled away, and her eyes opened, she sank right back in. Her eyes fluttering. Twitching. Her tongue. Sliding over it. Painting it. Flicking, twisting, moving, tasting. She could clean it all by herself. She would. She knew it, it was no trouble. You have to clean it. You have to clean fruit before you eat it. Have to wash it. To… to bathe…

“Ohgodohgodohgod,” was all she could manage, heaving breaths against him like she was running a marathon.

The flesh, most of the flesh, was new. New veins, new nerves, new blood. Parts of him he’d never had were touched in ways they'd never been touched by a person he'd never met.

He was melting. Sensations and sounds. His thighs flexed and found his new balls. Basketballs, hanging between. Heavy. Warm. Squishy. He squeezed again, rocking slightly as the feeling electrified him.

He had a thought, solitary and singular. Finish what you started.

He pushed off the counter corner. Carmen fell off his cock and onto him, before half falling, half crawling to the floor. Without missing a beat, Mike pressed a hand into his cock to stabilise it, and wrapped another hand around her hair. He dragged her, crawling and whining, until he was in front of Mia.

His twin heads bobbed, obscuring the light. Casting shadows on her body. Obscene, ominous shadows. She could do little more than stare. It was intoxicating. No one in this room would stop him. No one could stop him. They were his, to use as he pleased.

He bent the cock down and forward. As if on instinct, her legs parted. She stared at her thighs, baffled by their instant submission. Her pussy yawned, glistening and ready.

He stepped forward. He was against her entrance, cannon barrel pointed at a mole hill. There was a second of savouring. Of feeling the puffy, warm, wet hole squeeze against his cockhead. Of feeling it twitch with its owners heartbeats.

And then he took two more steps.

Mia screamed. She curled. Forwards. Inwards. It was past her pelvis, past her belly, past her ribs. She could feel it in her collarbone. Feel it in her neck. Had she been able to focus her eyes, she would've seen the obscene bulge filling her from end to end.

But she could feel it. Feel it mold her pussy. Feel its every twitch, moving her body like she was just a condom. Feel her opening that was now as large as her old hips had been in total.

Mike was silent. Awash. Drooling and shaking. Trying not to cum instantly. Fighting every one of the trillions of nerves that were buffeting him with pleasure. Cum. Cum. Do it. It'd be so easy. She's yours. Look at her, she's not a person. She's a cock holster.

He grabbed her hips. That newest divine curve. Following their dip and then flair. Feeling down to her thighs. Hands sinking deep into freckled skin. So beautiful. So supple. So his.

His cock twitched. A gunshot. Mia's head kicked back and her scream cut short. Even stretched to its limit, even turned into nothing more than his, her pussy contracted. Mike stood no chance.

He curled into her. Bowing his head to the pleasure, sinking into her body until yet again, his dick was in front of his face. Separated only by a thin layer of Mia’s freckled skin. He growled and moaned, the crackle of orgasm surging through his new dick that was almost as big as his leg.

They were both sweating. Gasping for air, amid the unreal, impossible sensation they were both going through.

When Mike was done, when he’d had enough, he placed a firm hand on her thigh. She did not react to that, but rather to what he did next. Still with Carmen’s hair in that death grip, he walked a step back and twisted his hip to the side. The entire softening mortar shell of a cock squished and flopped, slapping against his thigh and foreleg, coated in her juices.

As quickly as it had expanded, Mia’s pussy shrank back down to its normal size with a pop. She launched forward with the sensation, a sudden emptiness followed by an even more sudden sense of muscle contraction. It felt like an orgasm without the pleasure, and her addled mind span as she nearly toppled forward off the counter.

They both stared at each other. Eyes wide, pupils dilated, hair messy in their slick faces. Mike offered a weak smile, more lips than teeth. Mia’s eyes fluttered and she clutched her head. Mike released Carmen’s hair for a moment, scared that he had wounded or scared her, but then she began to laugh. To buckle and smile into the pleasure. He got front row seats as her guffaws rippled the weight of her thighs. Between them, it seemed as if her pussy was laughing too, still spasming from the aftershocks.

Mike laughed too, nearly sinking to his knees as the tension and arousal fled his body. God, he hadn’t laughed like that in a while.

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