Playing with his food.

“I’m a guy!” Neal protested, as if the ogre advancing on him with a fully erect and drooling cock was suddenly going to start believing him. He twisted in an attempt to get out from under officer Dickwad’s grip, but the man held his shoulder in a bruising grip.

The troll stopped about two feet away. His cock swaying back and forth and about a foot higher than Neal’s head. The tip was drooling huge amounts of pre-cum. Even as Neal watched a drop broke free of the bulbous tip and fell toward the ground, trailing a thread thin tail of slime behind it that kept it connected to the man’s cock until it at last snapped just before the drop hit the grass. Neal followed it all the way down as if hypnotized.

With some effort Neal moved his eyes away from the glistening splash mark on the ground and way up to where the ogre was looking down at him with a speculative look. As if he were waiting to see what Neal would do.

“Let her go!” The ogre ordered Sgt. Dickless.

“She’ll rabbit,” Dickwad warned the troll.

Damn right he would, Neal thought.

“That’s fine,” the barbarian said with a shrug.

Neal’s terror subsided slightly. Did the monster have a heart? Was he going to let Neal make a run for it?”

“If you say so, Monster,” Dickwart said. Neal did not like the anticipation in Dickwad's voice and did his best to ignore it. He just wanted to get out of here. He wanted to wake up in h is own bed and find out this was all just a horrible dream brought on by eating week-old leftover pizza.

At least utter terror seemed to have settled his stomach, Neal thought. He no longer felt like he was going to chuck his chunks. Though the warm wet feeling between his legs was a constant reminder of his shameful cowardice.

The conversation between the dick and the ogre had warned Neal what was coming, so the instant Dickwart let go of his shoulder Neal rolled over onto all fours and scrambled as fast as he could away from the troll. As he moved he kicked off the purely decorative slippers he was wearing as part of his outfit. Like a sprinter he dug his toes into the ground and thrust forward, rising up onto his feet as he did so. He was never on a track team, but he liked to think if there had been anyone standing by with a stopwatch he would have been setting a world record for the hundred yard scamper in terror.

Neal was just starting to think that he was going to get away, when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder and drove him to first his knees, and then sprawling forward in a full on face-plant. His new breasts flattened against the ground and sent a wave of agony through his chest that seemed to transmit a signal straight into his denuded crotch.

Neal was spitting sod out of his mouth when he was hoisted up into the air by the collar of his costume. The fragile material had not been meant to stand up to such **** and this was the final straw. There was a ripping sound and the shoulders and arms tore out of the outfit as the collar was pulled free. Neal fell a foot or so and landed on his knees as the diaphanous outfit fluttered down and pooled around his legs, leaving him naked from the waist up. His brand new breasts heaved as he gulped in air even as pain continued to radiate from the grass-burned glands. A hand tangled in his wig and Neal braced for the pain that would come when it was wrenched free of it’s mooring pins.

The pain came, but it wasn’t from the pins holding the wig firmly in place on his head. It came directly from his scalp and he realized that like his silicone boobs the long wig, made out of real human hair, was now part of his body. Not that he had much time to think about that as he was lifted right up into the air and turned so he was facing the Ogre eye to eye. They were a faint yellow, Neal noted. And the pupils were maybe just a touch slit. Clearly contacts, though after what had happened to his own body Neal was not as sure of that as he would have been the day before.

Neal had no idea where he got the courage, but he suddenly shaped his hands into claws and tried to drive his long fake nails into those leonine eyes. He missed as the ogre shoved his arm out straight and left Neal dangling from his hair, his feet flailing two feet above the ground.

The motion caused Neal’s tattered costume to slip free of his hips, which were wider than they had been this morning. The thin layered fabric fluttered free of his body and he was suddenly dangling in front of the ogre totally nude. There wasn’t a single thing about him that hinted he was male, or had ever been male. The most obvious sign that Neal’s masculinity only existed in his mind were the engorged lips of the cunt that had replaced his cock and balls. Breasts could be fake, but the slit between Neal's legs was one-hundred percent authentic.

And the evidence that Neal's mind was fighting a losing battle against the change was displayed by the streams of moisture running down the inside of his thighs.

Neal spun in place as he tried his best to kick the troll in the balls. He didn’t even come close. All he did was make his scalp hurt even more as his full weight dangled from his new red-tresses. Then he managed to land a weak kick on the big shaft jutting out from the ogre’s groin. Neal felt a frisson of fear at how solid it felt against the arch of his foot, and outright terror at the predatory expression that appeared on the ogre’s face. No, ogre wasn’t really the right word. The look on his face reminded Neal of a lion he had seen in a zoo watching his keeper chop up the meat he was about to throw into the enclosure. The lion in front of Neal was hungry, and Neal was his meal. He even licked his chops with a broad tongue that looked to be too long to be human.

Neal reached up and grabbed at the wrist above him. His hands couldn’t fit around it, but he dug his long nails into the flesh, and was rewarded with the sight of a single crimson drop of blood. Whether because of Neal’s kitten scratch, or because he was ready to move on, the lion dropped Neal.

The actor was not ready and was unable to catch himself on his feet. He staggered and fell to his knees. He tried to run, but a hand like a clamp gripped the top of his head like a basketball player palming a basketball.

Neal’s head was **** to turn until he was looking directly into the one-eye of the flesh snake that was about to invade his mouth. Pre-cum oozed out of the tip and spread across the broad spongy cap from capillary action. The bulbous tip looked as big as Neal’s fist, and it glistened like a poison frog in the sunlight.

Neal could not move his head, but he did roll his eyes to the side so he was looking at Betty standing off to the side and slightly behind the lion. I’m a guy,” he protested for the last time.

Betty looked sorry, and excited as she shook her head in the negative and said, “I’m sorry, Neal, but you’re not.” For some reason Neal believed her. Or maybe it was the fact he could not accept the fact that he was going to be **** to suck a dick and his mind sought out the only escape possible for male Neal, by replacing him with female Neal.

Whatever the reason, Neal conceded and accepted her new reality. she was a girl, for now and forever more.

The lion’s cock pressed hard against Neal’s lips, crushing them back against her teeth, and she opened up her mouth and let the fat tip push forward, forcing her jaw to open further than it ever had before and sending a spike of pain through her mandibles that seemed to travel right down to her brand new cunt. She clenched her ass, and finally conceded what the wet feeling between her legs was not her pissing herself, but the the sensation of female arousal.