Starting with the End

As Jon slumbered, his mind awash in a sea of steamy and erotic dreams, the spirit continued to exert its influence. It was a master at manipulating reality, capable of bending the fabric of the world to its will. But it was no mere magician, no simple conjurer of illusions. The spirit's true power lay in its ability to manipulate the minds of those it chose to prey upon.

Jon was one such victim. He was a ripe and pliant target, his subconscious a playground for the spirit's twisted desires. As the spirit guided him through one orgasmic wave after another, Jon's body betrayed him. His silky nightie and panties, once pristine and black, were now stained with the evidence of his release. But the spirit cared little for such trivialities. Clothes could be replaced, after all. With the reality altering powers that the spirit held, creating a new wardrobe would be but a trifle.

However, the spirit's power had its limits. It could not simply bend reality to its will without the help of its victims. It needed to lure them into its grasp, using its seductive powers to manipulate their minds and convince them to accept the changes it wished to make. The spirit was the fuel, but the victim was the match that lit the fire of change.

And oh, how the spirit was having fun with Jon.

It had already altered the man's body, removing all of his body hair in a matter of moments. But it was Jon's behind that the spirit was now focusing on, gently massaging it and causing it to become more womanly. The spirit wanted Jon to be as alluring as possible, and nothing was more alluring than a sexy, curvaceous backside. Jon was to be its perfect vessel, its ultimate creation. And so it worked, subtly massaging and shaping Jon's behind until it was round and feminine, a perfect peach that begged to be caressed.

The transformation had been simple, but it had taken time. The spirit had manipulated Jon's dreams, causing him to imagine dancing in a conga line on a sandy beach in a short white sundress. And as Jon danced, the spirit poked at his dream, altering it ever so slightly so that the man behind him pressed in closer, grinding his fully erect penis into Jon's backside. The spirit then changed Jon's dream clothes, turning the sundress into a white string bikini that hugged Jon's new curves and left little to the imagination.

In his dream, Jon was hesitant at first, unsure of what the man was doing, and what was poking into him. But the spirit had worked its magic on him, and soon Jon was pressing back into the man, counter-grinding and taking the hint from his more experienced partner, realizing that it was all just a new dance move. He wished only that his backside was a little more plump, a little more yielding, so that he might please his dance partner even more.

And that was all the spirit needed. By the time Jon stirred from his slumber, his once-flat ass had been transformed into a round, curvy behind that one would expect to see watching a hip hop music video. But the spirit was not finished with him yet. There were still more changes to be made, more flesh to be molded into the perfect vessel.

With a sly grin, the spirit decided to check in on its other victim, the delivery boy. What mischief had he gotten into on his own? The possibilities were endless, and the spirit was eager to explore them all.