Dead dove: Do not eat

The vast majority of hired morticians were women. What was the reason for this? the exact ones you are imagining. Jake was one the rare exceptions of the rule, he had the job for almost a decade now. It wasn’t even hard for him to be hired, his mother was friends with the owner of the funeral house he worked and she gave him the job with a welcoming smile. They all loved him. They loved his good looks, his natural charm, the politeness, the tender smile, his easy going personality, such a wonderful young man he was.

Of course that was the opinion of the living, the dead, they had other things to say about him. Not good things. And you can’t blame them, after all, Jake had no respect for them. His morgue was not a resting peace for those who arrived, especially the women. It was often that someone with a shapely face or a curvy body would be the object of desire for Jake’s cruelty. They couldn't fight back against his actions, as he reached his hands and took hold of them in ways that would get him locked forever if they could denounce it. Jake was no fool, he never let marks, always cleaned his messes and always made sure the person under his treatments looked spotless for the funerals. None were the suspicions of his employers, even lesser from the grieving ones in the funeral, as they could never even considerate that the gentle, sweet Jake could do something like this.

That was their mistake, Jake’s mistake was believing that he would never be punished for his sick pleasures.

One night -a common, indistinguishable from the previous ones-, Jake was pulling an all night on the funeral house. A new arrival: Ample chest, long legs, heart shaped face, long red hair. Couldn’t be more perfect for him. While setting his tools aside, he began unbuckling his belt, his hand left hand already moved to touch the woman’s leg, when, suddenly, the lights started flickering. Not for long, just enough to get his attention. When they returned to normalcy, he, once again, was moving to touch the redhead, her chest this time, when the loud sound of his door slamming shut. He moved to see what caused it. There was no one else on the place, he was sure of that. He brushed it off as being just the wind. Except, that there was no way wind could enter into the closed space of the funeral house.

He stood besides the woman. Once his eyes were able to pass her chest, he noticed a strange looking collar on her neck, a star hanging upside down with details that looked like the shape of a goat’s skull. He reached his hand, this time not for some part of her body, but for the collar, when, once more, the lights flickered. They were much more aggressive this time. An erratic pattern that made his eyes hurt. The faint smell of sulfur took hold of the morgue room. Jake was began to get nervous, until they stopped. He moved his heads from the lights back to the woman, but it wasn’t on the table anymore. “What the fuck is happening?” he spoke. A small noise from behind his back made him turn around in fear. The woman stood there, her eyes completely black, streaming a dark liquid that clung to her face. Her hands grabbed Jake’s neck and squeezed them without mercy. It didn’t took long for him to pass out.

When Jake woke up, he noticed that his clothes were gone and he was tied on his morgue table, hands and mouth taped.

“Not having so much fan anymore, are you?” the woman spoke, her voice an awful shriek of high and low tones at the same time. “Perverse is your soul. I could feel your intentions while laying there. Because of the likes of you, I may not rest,” her fingers fidgeted with her collar as her words made Jake’s ears bleed. “But now, it is time for retribution.” she reached her hand on Jake’s chest, slowly pushing onto it. His eyes widened as her hand entered his chest, without ripping the skin, and began molding it until a pair of round flesh stood on each side. He had breasts now, real breasts.

His legs were next, they were rubbed by the woman with great care, the hair on it began to fall and the skin smoothed and glowed. The sensation was making him ****. It wasn’t painful, no, much worse, it was thrilling, exciting, pleasureful. He was enjoying his treatment, and that scarred him more than anything. Then, she reached for his waist, enlarging his hips and shirking his belly until it was flat. His ribs moved and twisted, he could tell they were getting tightened on his body. His arms were given the same treatment of the legs, his shoulders compressed, his neck was smoothed and enlarged, his entire skin became soft. She deliberately lowered the pace when reaching his face, making sure it was perfect. Lips grew and rounded, nose straightened, eyes grew wider, more inviting, eyelashes perfectly groomed, cheekbones that looked sculpted, and his hair… His hair grew in soft red waves, same as hers, the type that he craved.

He was expecting her to reach for his groin, but it didn’t happened. Instead, she grabbed his hand with a tenderness that was unknown to the people who once lay on his table. She made him stood in front of the wall, that began to shift until it turned into a mirror. Jake saw his reflection. It was breath taking, designed to look attractive and inviting, what would he give to have the chance to touch her, but as he stood in her place, he knew he was craving his own form. The only thing out of place was Jake’s cock, that was left untouched.

The woman reached her hand and grabbed his manhood, her touch sent a shiver on his spine. “I can tell you are curious as to why this was not altered. I simply wanted you to see it as it happened,” with that his dick started to shrink until it was barely an inch long, now standing as a mere nub on his groin. Jake was speechless, but it didn’t end there. Chains were wrapped around him and a strange black liquid grabbed his arms, legs and crotch. The liquid turned into leather, now in the form of thigh highs, long gloves and a tight, uncomfortable thong. The chains bonded him until he could barely move.

“What are you going to do with me?” he cried in fear. A single word came out of her mouth: Kneel. He obeyed, with confusion on his face as he didn’t had the intention of following her order. “Stand,” she ordered once more and he obliged. He opened his mouth wide, as the woman instructed, and she moved her fingers inside his mouth, making him gag. “Suck on them,” she spoke with a joyful smile as he couldn’t deny her order.

“As you can see, you are completely submissive to my desires, but not only just mine, to anyone who gives you any order. With your attire and incapacity to say no, you are an easy target to anyone who gets a hold. And we can’t forget that little surprise you have hidden under that thong. I’m sure it would be a welcoming sight to anyone, don’t you think?” Jake was led to outside the Funeral house and stood in the middle of the street.

“My last order from you, shall be that you walk those empty streets and flirt with any men you notice,” she spoke and dissipated in a cloud of black smoke. Jake began walking, shivering in his exposed state. He had no money, or cellphone, clothed in skimpy attire, bonded and cursed with the unflappability to refuse any order.

He was absolutely terrified. What caused him to be so scarred? The same things that you are imagining.