[A Nice Afternoon] Author: warlock567

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Author: warlock567
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Click to see larger image. Mr.

Gray stood at the entrance of the city mall, watching people walk past him, going about their
business as planned. He received a few strange glances, but no one really paid him any attention. He wore a long gray
trench coat that billowed in the wind. A pair of reflective sunglasses obscured his eyes.

He stood there, preparing for the rampant chaos that was about to erupt in the unsuspecting, mundane construction.
Innocent citizens weaved through the crowd to buy everything they desired. From now on,
perhaps they would prefer to stay at home. Instead, they came here to buy clothes, food, CDs, DVDs
, video games, toys… a swipe of a credit card, and they could have it all.

It seemed a little too boring.

Mr. Gray knew they needed to give their world a little excitement.

Finally, he went through the heavy glass doors. The complaints of the crowd filled his ears as he walked through the bustling
food stalls.

The mall was two stories high: more space to accommodate more potential buyers, and more space
to accommodate more people to cure Mr. Gray's boredom.

This was going to be interesting.

1-Wild Emotional Fluctuation

He discovered his first victim: a mother and daughter shopping on a Saturday afternoon,
their hands full of shopping bags. They seemed quite ordinary; Mr. Gray just couldn't stand it
going on. With a smile, he calmly began to follow them.

The daughter looked about eighteen, her dark hair tied in a ponytail. She was
dressed , in tennis shoes and jeans. The mother wasn't much better. They both had great figures, yet pretended to be
law-abiding, religious, and kind people.

"Do you think I can let Sandy stay overnight tonight, Mom?" the daughter asked politely.

"Oh, I don't know, dear," she replied, also politely, "your father's parents are coming
over for dinner tonight."

The daughter was a little disappointed. "Oh, well. What about tomorrow?" The mother looked at the girl with a piercing gaze, and
the girl rolled her eyes. "I know… I have to go to school tonight."

Mr. Gray couldn't stand it any longer. He silently walked behind two seemingly respectable ladies, snapped his
fingers, and began his entertainment. The two women turned to look at him at the sound of Mr. Gray's snap; he simply
smiled and nodded as they continued on their way.

The young girl started the conversation, "So, anyway, I told the director I didn't want to do another
anal sex performance. I really wanted to suck cock! So, he pulled me into the back room and told me to suck it
out—"

"You sucked his thing?"

"Well, more or less…"

Mr. Gray paused, watching them walk away. All their behavior began to shift into their
new reality—

his day as a cheap porn star had begun. As he walked in another direction, a short,
slender Asian woman bumped into him.

"Watch your way!" she yelled gruffly.

Mr. Gray laughed and reached for her face, slapping her. The woman gave him a strange
look , then became bewildered. She looked down at her breasts, which were beginning to swell.

"Hey! What?" was the only thing she could say as her shirt began to tighten around her increasingly large breasts.
She used her new briefcase to cover her embarrassment. "Oh my God!" she screamed, turning and running to
the restroom . She would later find her new breasts incredibly sensitive, unable to leave the restroom for three hours, so she
could play with them, tugging at her erect nipples.

The store manager saw Mr. Gray come out. He was a middle-aged man with glasses and neatly combed
hair . "How is she? What did you do to her?"

Mr. Gray smiled and walked away.

"Hey! You're back!" the man shouted, "I'll call the police!"

Despite walking away, Mr. Gray raised his hand above his shoulder and snapped his fingers again. The man suddenly
knew something was wrong. A strange feeling in his throat followed a strange feeling deep in his stomach. He
didn't know yet, but he had just lost the ability to speak.

Mr. Gray went into a lingerie store. The photos on the wall showed stunningly beautiful models, displaying what
the citizens would become if they bought these products. The models flaunted lace,
as did the fashionable clothing. A woman walked up to him, giving him a strange look. “Can I… um, help you,
sir?” She was tall and young. Wearing glasses, she gave the impression of having worked in a library.

Mr. Gray nodded slowly, smiling.

The woman looked around the shop, somewhat confused. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Raising his hand, Mr. Gray snapped his fingers.

The conservative woman’s eyes began to glaze over, her mouth agape. Then, she ripped open her blouse,
revealing a satin bra supporting her breasts, but then abruptly pulled it down. Next, she bent down, pulled
down her trousers, hooked her panties with her thumb, and yanked them down.

She now stood naked in her shop, staring into thin air. Mr. Gray picked up a set of black lace lingerie—a
soft bra, stockings, and a belt. He gave them to her, and she quickly put them on. Then, she walked towards the shop entrance and
stood outside. The zombie-like woman stood silently outside, wearing lingerie like the mannequins on her shop wall
, and suddenly passersby stopped.

Mr. Gray then snapped his fingers again. Her gaze returned, and she shook her head. "Huh? What?"
she asked. Then she saw the crowd of consumers gathered around her. Panic filled her eyes, and her face turned
an embarrassing crimson. She tried to run away, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. She tried to cover herself, but her
arms just as stubborn. All she could do was scream, "What's happening to me? Someone help me!"

Mr. Gray casually walked up to her. The crowd looked terrified

as she pleaded with him. "I don't know how you did this, but please stop! Please!"
Mr. slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers one last time.

She frowned at this strange, yet magical man, then looked down at her feet. The crowd had...
She started giving them a gleaming look. Strange. Then she glanced back at Mr. Gray, who
just smiled. Panic filled her eyes.

"Plastic! My feet are turning into plastic!"

Everyone stared in horror. The entire mall fell silent except for the screaming woman who looked around, pleading for
help . "Someone stop him! What has he done to me! I can't feel my legs!" Not only her
legs were turning into plastic, but her arms were becoming increasingly stiff as well. A gleaming polish flowed down her abdomen and to
her chest, her breasts becoming like rocks. It continued down to her neck, and the look of panic began to fade
. Against her will, she began to reveal a seductive, sexy gaze.

And then, just like that, she was done. The store manager had been transformed into a mannequin. She looked
absolutely amazing.

Mr. Gray was delighted with his creation. He had captured the attention of the entire store.

They all began to scream and run away. With another snap of his fingers, all the doors and exits slammed shut
.

Glass became unbreakable, cell phones became unusable.

And then, the real show began.

2-Chaos

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Mr. Gray shouted from the steps above the pedestrian walkway. "Am I so honored
to have your attention?"

An uneasy silence descended upon the entire mall as all the customers gathered in the large open space
beneath the powerful man to see what was happening. Husbands and wives, sons and daughters, were all at
Mr. 's mercy.

"My name is Mr. Gray! I'm glad to be here on a Saturday afternoon! Although I'm sure you
all regret ever stepping into this place. But, it seems…" Mr. Gray glanced at the useless exit,
"...we're going to stay here!"

Some gasps and shouts rose from the crowd, but then fell silent. "I know you've seen
my abilities." He now looked at the frozen store manager, still there, striking a
seductive .

"...But, just to make sure we understand who's in charge, now…you!" He pointed to
a single woman.

She looked at her. She had appeared on her own. "Me?" she asked meekly.

"Yes, it's you!"

"Hmm?" she asked.

"Become a street prostitute!" Mr. Grey commanded.

A look of shock crossed her face, but then her traditional attire transformed into thigh-high stockings, a lit
cigarette, a Lycra tube top, and a miniskirt that fully exposed the beauty of her buttocks. Mr. Grey chuckled. "No
problem, sweetheart! Anyone want two dollars for a blowjob?" She mocked herself, now forced to spend a pleasant time in the locked
mall. In her opinion, this was a good place to do some
business .

The crowd exchanged glances, wondering who would be next.

"You!" Mr. Grey pointed at a twenty-year-old boy.

"Me?" he asked meekly.

"Yes, you!"

"Yes?"

"Become a little girl!"

The boy gasped in alarm but then chuckled and shrugged. "K, sir!"
a voice that didn't belong to him said. A pair of golden braids cascaded down his head, and he began to shrink. His
designer jeans and expensive t-shirt faded into a pink floral dress. The boy was now a five-year-old
girl. His mind was occupied by cartoons and playing with dolls.

Mr. Gray looked around. "You!" He spotted a woman in her early thirties and her husband.

She screamed, knowing her fate, "No! Not me!"

"Become a monkey!"

"No!" She was terrified, but soon began to curl up and drag her knuckles on the ground. Her
brain shrank, shrank, as she became more and more stupid, until she was just a babbling animal. Hair
began to spread all over her body, and she began to shrink smaller and smaller. Soon, a smiling monkey
crawled out from a pile of women's clothing and jumped onto her ex-husband's shoulder.

The man could only marvel, what did this strange man want to do to my pet monkey? He took out some gummy bears and
fed them to the monkey.

Mr. Gray was now satisfied. The crowd was shocked and trembled at his every gesture. "Now everyone
can see what I can do, and you've all been so kind to stay calm, I promise I'll do my best to make this as painless
as possible !" He slowly walked down the stairs.

"Now," he began, "I want all the women to stand here, and the men to stand there."
"Now!"

Mr. Gray shouted.

He spotted a pretty woman standing in the corner with the other women. "You!" he yelled,
pointing . She froze, slowly turning around, terrified. She looked to be about college age.
Intelligent. "You'll enjoy sucking my cock."

Then, suddenly, it came true.

He sat on a wooden bench, waiting for his newly created oral sex subject. A young woman, her mouth full of saliva,
skipped over and awkwardly collapsed onto his knees. This was exactly what she wanted compared to the others… a cock in
her mouth.

Mr. Gray watched the crowded group separate, then fell silent again. The young woman enthusiastically
slurped his enormous member up and down, oblivious to the stares around her. "Now, let's have a little
fun!" he said, rubbing his hands together as he did at Thanksgiving dinner.

He seemed to be scanning the crowd of women. "Hmm…" he looked closely at all the women and their daughters.
Then he spotted them. "You two!" he said, pointing to a middle-aged woman and her teenage daughter. "Come
forward !"

The two women exchanged nervous glances, then slowly moved to the center of the open space, the crowd watching them with
fear . Mother and daughter clung to each other, unable to imagine what was about to happen to them.

The young woman was still gurgling between Mr. Gray's legs as he watched the show begin.
How fun it is to have a girl sucking your guy, when you command, to convert a large group of people for your own amusement
.

"What's your name?" he asked the mother.

She stood confidently upright to protect her daughter and replied, "Terry."

Mr. Gray nodded. “Terry, what kind of life do you want to see your daughter have?”

The daughter nestled in her arms. Terri looked at her and said, “I want Becky to have a respected and successful
life.”

Mr. Gray smiled. The young woman grabbed his penis and began to suck his balls. He could see she
was smiling. This was all she wanted now. “What do you think if your daughter became a stripper?”

Terri gasped. “You monster! How dare you suggest such a thing?”

“Isn’t it true that you’ve tried to convince her to go into stripping over and over again?”

Terri looked confused now. “Oh, of course… uh, I mean… no! Of course not!
What you did to me, I… my head…”

“Is it true that you’ve always wanted her to follow in your footsteps, Terri?”

Terri looked around the room. Something wasn’t right. Wasn’t she Territa before? Oh, she used to
work in a sex bar… no, wait… that’s not right. Is it?

“Yes, it’s true!” Territa said. A pair of d-d-balloons began to float to the surface of her
chest . Her respectable jet-black hair quickly turned into a cheaply dyed blonde. Her
clothes became a pair of denim hot pants, and her pretty shoes became bright red knee-high boots. Tattoos appeared on her
body, including her breasts and buttocks.

She was now nothing but an old, washed-up stripper.

Becky looked at her mother in horror. “Mom, what happened?”

“What the hell are you talking about, dear?” Terita asked.

Mr. Gray answered for her, “She’s been through a lot, Becky.” Becky stared wide-eyed at Mr.
Gray .

“Yes, your mother was famous back in her day. Wasn’t she, Terita?”

“I swear on your ass! This ass can get any hard cock,” she declared.
Her education had been erased and replaced by high school dropout. “Now, if I can get my daughter to
perform on stage for me, we can make a fortune!”

“Mom!” Becky protested in front of the crowd.

“Now, darling, we’ve talked. You’ve got a nice pair of tits…”

Mr. Gray had had his fill. “Alright, ladies. And Becky, you’re going to
drop out of school next week, like your mother said, okay?”

Becky didn’t know what to say. The two women went back to the crowd to rest, but her mother’s idea didn’t seem
so bad anymore…

So far, things had gone well. Mr. Gray was now enjoying his time. He looked down at his
personal blowjob. “What’s your name, bitch?”

she spat out long enough to say, “Amanda,” which she swallowed back.

“Not anymore. Your name is now Cocosucker. Got it?”

she popped out again. “Yeah!”

“What’s your name, Amanda?”

She looked confused. “Uh… Cocosucker. Who’s Amanda?” She didn’t
know what the guy was talking about, but she certainly knew she loved sucking his cock.

Mr. Gray glanced at the crowd. “Who wants to be next?” he asked. Silence answered him.
"Well, I'll have to choose someone then."

A woman, probably in her mid-thirties, with just enough confidence to catch Mr. Gray's eye, was
called to the center of the room. She wore glasses and a beautiful long dress.

"What's your name?" he asked the intelligent woman.

"Jennifer Daniels," she said confidently.

"What's your profession, Jennifer Daniels?"

"I teach anthropology at university."

"Oh, really?" Mr. Gray was impressed. "You must have a rather high IQ,
don't you?

" Jennifer pondered the situation, "Hmm... I think." She now looked a bit more frightened, "
You see, I don't know why you're doing this, but I assure you, we can do something if you let
us all leave. Just tell us what you want..."

"Now your IQ is 20," Mr. Gray interrupted her.

Jennifer's eyes widened, then almost closed and glazed over. Saliva slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth. A few
seconds passed, the woman stared into the air, then she took a few steps back, landing on her buttocks.

“How are you feeling, Ms. Daniels?”

Jennifer looked around and said, “Um…uh…uh…um…”

“I see. Can you stand up, you stupid bitch?”

She gave a dazed laugh. Sitting listlessly, her arms dangled in front of her,
a silly grin spreading across her face. Drooling.

“Now, tell me, are you still interested in anthropology?”

She didn’t know the man was talking to her. She didn’t know where she was. In fact, she really didn’t know anything anymore
.

Her head was like a cloudy mess. “Heeheeh…hehhhh.” She
giggled again.

“Good, that’s enough. You now have the IQ of a stupid sixteen-year-old. Now go back to the other women
,” he commanded.

Jennifer shook her head. “Well, alright then! But, no more, ummmmmm…doing
anything else , you swear?”

Mr. Gray nodded. “Of course, by the way, you’re a lesbian now and will be trying to
sleep with all your female students from now on.” The silly woman nodded slowly, trying to understand what she had just been told.

3-17 seconds

“Alright, now we’ll speed things up. I’ll call people randomly, and you have 17 seconds to tell me why
I’m making you leave.”

A soft business slid through the crowd. “I’m first…Mary Beers! Let me go?”
A young blonde woman emerged from the crowd and stepped into the clearing.

“Okay, Mary…seventeen seconds. Begin!”

Mary recoiled, then tried to salvage the situation. “Um…um, I really shouldn’t be punished. I’ve
never done anything wrong in my life, I’ve tried my best to be a good person. I…I just…I
just want to go home…” She looked like she was about to cry.

Mr. Gray nodded, thought for a moment, "Hmm..." then shook his head and sighed,
"No, I'm sorry, you didn't impress me. You're a Mexican gangster prostitute now..."

Suddenly, Xiaoli's hair turned jet black, and her skin turned tan. Long gold earrings
hung from her ears, and her nails grew to two inches long. She mocked Mr. Gray and then swaggered and shouted,
"What, man! I don't need this shit! Maria can fuck whoever she wants!"

Mr. Gray mocked the woman he had created, now dressed in awful, useless clothes, searching for her "man."
He looked down at the cocker. He grabbed the back of her head until he ejaculated into her throat.
Then he brought her back to the ground. She sat up, wiping her semen-covered mouth with her arm, "How was it?"

"Very good," Mr. Gray said, "but you're a cheap prostitute now, so go earn some money."
Her pretty clothes transformed into the appropriate prostitute's clothes, and she ran. “Now,” he began, scanning the crowd,
“let’s… Valerie Wilcox! Come down!” He said with a smile, seeing a young, pretty
woman approach. “Seventeen seconds, Valerie…”

“Um, um, Mr. Gray?” Mr. Gray nodded. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.
If you let me go, I’ll go on with my life. I swear. So, could you let me
leave with my friends…

” She pointed to a group of girls her age, “…you’ll never see us again.”

Mr. Gray sighed. “As you can see, Valerie, I’m more interested in ladies. But…
I see you’re equally interested…am I right?” Valerie blushed slightly, because she
had come with her friends. She had been trying to keep it a secret—she was a lesbian, but nothing more—and
now it was all out in the open. She nodded, avoiding Mr. Gray’s gaze. “Look at me,” he
said sternly. She slowly raised her head. “It’s okay, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. But let’s
do something about your sexual orientation. How about… I make you completely heterosexual?”

Valerie suddenly found lesbianism disgusting. Nothing, she preferred a tanned,
muscular man on top of her. The thought of masturbating a juicy, large cock sent shivers down her spine.

“Alright, back to lesbian!” Mr. Grey shouted playfully.

Valerie’s thoughts suddenly rejected her. She resisted erasing the horrible image from her mind and replacing it with the beauty of
a woman . A woman’s breasts and her sweet, juicy tongue, the soft touch of her breasts—that was all she
needed.

“Now, you’re a slut!”

Valerie’s appearance changed dramatically. Bright golden curls grew from her head, and
pink and shimmering clothes now covered her. She giggled, twirling her bright golden
hair with her fingers, looking around, bewildered, everyone staring at her.

“Don’t you feel better?” Mr. Grey asked with a laugh.

“Completely!” came the high-pitched reply.

“Valerie?” The woman smiled at him. “Would you like to try some of my magic?” She seemed
excited.

Valerie nodded blankly, giggling. “Okay, Mary, what do you want me to do?”

She tried to think. Thinking was going to be a difficult task for her now. But she finally came up with
an answer,

“Hmm…like, my breasts could be completely bigger?!”

Mr. Gray nodded, and suddenly Valerie’s breasts stung. A pair of huge, obviously fake, breasts
appeared . “Anything else?” Valerie looked at her friends. “Well, my friends are all, very sexy
…I’ve always thought so. So, could you make them like me? So we can’t,
have sex or anything like that?” Her friends looked bewildered. But suddenly, they all became a bunch of giggling
lesbian sluts. Valerie was delighted with this. “Thank you very much, Mr. Gray!”

Mr. Gray nodded again. “By the way, when someone says your name, you become a little dumber…
”

Valerie looked terrified. “Really?”

“Yes, Valerie.”

Her eyes flickered as another nasty smirk escaped her lips, her IQ lower than ever before.
“Cool!” With that, she ran to her girlfriend to continue making love for the rest of the time. She would hear her name
many times, and today, she would finally be nothing more than a drooling sex doll for her friends to pass around and use.

Mr. Gray turned to the crowd. “Now, let’s see Julie and Andrew.”

Julie and Andrew were siblings. They appeared from the opposite crowd, having met halfway. They held hands, and
they turned toward their captives.

“Seventeen seconds,” he said only.

Julie began to say something, but was interrupted by her brother. “No matter what we say, you still have to do it…
no matter what you do…we,” he said angrily, “…you fucking bastard.” Julie looked terrified
. She knew what was coming worse; her brother had already insulted someone in power.
Andrew continued, "I just wanted you to know that when this is all over, I'll kill you." Mr. Gray seemed
deeply impressed. "I'm shocked by your confidence, Andrew. But, have you been attracted to your sister?"

Andrew looked at Julie and sighed. "You bastard."

Julie's eyes welled with tears. "No… I can't…"

Mr. Gray said without any sympathy, "We all know that only stupid country bumpkins want to sleep with their brother
or sister, don't we?"

Julie shook her head, telling herself it was a dream. Then she opened her eyes and saw herself wearing a cheap
tank top and cropped jeans. She wasn't even wearing a bra. Then she looked up at Andrew,
feeling a warm current in her pants. That trucker's hat, he was wearing… those dirty, ripped jeans… had he
worn ? She didn't know, but she didn't know anything… "Damn, bro, you look great today!"
A thick Southern accent had blended into her voice.

"Thank you, sister. You look good too, Julie Sue..." He gave a lewd smile, and Julie
Sue blushed slightly.

"Would you like to be more comfortable, Andy?"

Andy nodded, not believing he was a lucky guy to be able to have sex with such a "pretty" Julie Sue.
He couldn't wait to tell the other guys in the trailer park. But they would all know what he was talking about, of course,
because Julie Sue jumped from one trailer to another "faster than a frog on a hot tin roof," as their
mother always said. "Funny guys!" Mr. Grey said, waving them away.

Andy patted his sister's ass, and they were gone, Julie Sue would beg him to put it in her ass
before sucking his penis. Then she let it in from behind, sucking it more...

The 4-wish

crowd grew smaller and smaller.

"Now let's play a little wishing game!" Everyone watched with fearful anticipation. "I
wish all the names here that start with an 's' would turn into a stupid slut!" Suddenly, all of Sally and
Susan and Samantha started to feel very strange. Sandra Davis struggled with her thoughts. "No! This won't do!
I'm smart! Don't let this happen, Sandra. Hold on, wait a minute. Maybe it will pass, it won't
eff... eff for ummmmm... uh... like, I want some rooster! Hee hee!"

Stacy Thompson was terrified. "No, no, no! I'm a business school student! This can't
happen to me! I'm smart!! I have, big brain! I'm a girl with a brain! Big big
... um... big guy, big rooster... ooooooooo... I want to circle around a rooster with my wanton
lips and let him fuck my blockhead." Sharon McMillan slowly backed up against the wall. She rubbed her rapidly
empty head. "There's nothing I can do, is there? I'll never be the same Sharon. My family…
my friends… they'll never see me again… it's not cool at all! If I don't want to be
some kind of slut or something! Hmm… ummmm…

wait… maybe being a slut is awesome! Cool! I feel stupid! Hehe! This might be fun…
" Mr. Gray watched the women suddenly lose themselves in satisfying their new sexual desires. He laughed, "This is fun!
Now, I wish all the 27-year-olds here would be 1-year-olds now!" A gasp swept through the crowd
and anyone who wasn't 27 would feel like they'd won the lottery. Hannah Loomis looked at her friend, "
Dana, help me! I'm going to become a child! Help me, help me! Take me away from here! Hmm
… I feel weird. Gasping! I'm shrinking! Oh my god! What's going on!? The prom… I mean,
that high school? I'm supposed to start next year! Wait, this isn't right.

I'm only in first grade, White? I want to go home! I miss my mom!"

David Williams took off running. "I have to get out of here. I... oh, Mom, I'm getting
smaller and smaller .

I'm getting thinner and thinner! I look like I'm fourteen! I mean, I'm not fourteen... I
mean ,
I can't wait to be ten! And then , I grew up! Oh! I fell down! I can't get up... I can't even walk... you little rascal ... you turned me into a pudding ... " Well , this has been quite a bit of fun. But I'm afraid it's time for me to leave," Mr. Gray said to the distorted crowd of people in the suburban shopping center before him. "But for those... who haven't been changed..." Mr. Gray said with a smile, "...you're all now voluptuous prostitutes. Goodbye everyone!" Mr. Gray slowly made his way through the crowd. He passed by large-breasted mothers pinching their nipples and shouting that they would suck his penis for a dollar. He passed by the husbands of these large-breasted mothers exploring their newly formed , exaggerated female bodies, playing with themselves and laughing foolishly. He mingled with the teenagers who came to buy their favorite boy bands' "new CDs or some new fashion gear." They could no longer do simple math and struggled to find the words to express themselves, but they were now professional cock suckers, knowing how to make as much money as possible from a man. They loudly proclaimed to Mr. Gray that fucking his ass only cost him twenty dollars. It had been a truly extraordinary afternoon. He knew he would soon be bored again. He laughed, he left the mall, grinning, wondering where he would go next…

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