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I want a beer than can turn me into a hairy, super muscular cigar smoking bear.

You burst through the big doors of the devil's lounge and make your way up to the elevator. That Peter-guy you met earlier told you where to meet the man you could fulfill your contract with and turn you into the man you always desired to be.

There is a hidden button underneath the others, and you press it multiple times. You're shaking in excitement since Peter told you about his own transformation. Even though he told you that this wasn't at all what he thought it would be, you didn't listen to him anymore.

As the elevator doors close, you smile, but then the elevator goes down instead of up. Like the cables were cut, the whole room around you drops at rapid speed, causing you to desperately hold on to the golden railing all around you. For what feels like an eternity, you fall deeper and deeper, until it all suddenly stops.

Your head is spinning as you fall to the ground. What is happening?

The golden doors open up, revealing a beautiful, big room with antique furniture, big armchairs, sofas, and a huge wooden, standing clock in the midst of countless, even exotique, decorations. It's so hot down here, and when you take the first step inside the room, it feels like your skin is melting.

You look around the room until you find a well-dressed man sitting on a pompous throne.

"Speak." The guy said, and a sudden thought rushes through your mind.

'Be careful around Ludwig; he's not what he seems to be.'

Peter told you this when you met him, but whatever. You have a contract and a right to become what you want to be.

"I want a beer that can turn me into a hairy, super-muscular cigar-smoking bear." You shout as your heart beats so, so fast.

Ludwig tilts his head barely, starring at you with cold, judging as before he steadies his head with one hand.

With a wave of his other hand, an ancient-looking glass comes into being right in front of him, and, at the same time, it's filled with a yellow-ish brown liquid.

The glass moves toward Ludwig as he proceeds to smell it. "Beer. A foll's beverage." In disgust, he waves his hand again, ordering the glass to glide over to you.

Your eyes widen the closer it gets, and your whole body shakes. This is it—the moment you've been waiting for. But it stops right in front of you and begins to tilt slowly. Panicking, you jump underneath it, lift your head, and open your mouth.

Beer pours from the glass, covering not only your face but your clothes as well. Luckily, most of it enters your body through your mouth or nose.

You're expecting a bitter yet delicious taste, but it's nothing like you hoped it would be. It's much thicker and more sticky, causing you to swallow multiple times to get it down your throat as more and more enters your mouth.

However, you feel its effect right away.

As it runs down your throat, it's heating up rapidly and burning what's feeling like your insides. You grab your throat and start coughing heavily. The liquid is covering your entire face and upper body; you can't see or hear anything.

Your skin starts burning as well, causing you to let out a low, breathless scream.

Yet, your body is going through something even more intense.

You wipe beer out of your eyes, and in horror, you see your hands deform and grow much bigger and bulkier. At the same time, with every breath you take, you feel your entire upper body enlarging steadily.

A burning sensation erupts inside your belly, forcing it to widen quickly, much to your dislike. You're feeling nauseous as more and more of the sticky liquid covers your throat and mouth.

With a bone-crushing sound, your upper body grows bigger, causing your shirt to be torn apart and exposing a still-growing chest. What's left of your shirt drops to the floor and catches fire.

Just then, it feels like a million little needles press through your chest, and you look down, watching dark hair break through your entire chest.

The feeling spreads to your neck, and you instinctively grab it out of pain, and more and more hair forms a thick beard.

As the pain and pressure get more intense, you feel your junk expand as well. This sends shivers of pure pleasure through every fiber of your body.

You want to feel this and run a hand down your own body to your crotch. It feels so good to be touching your new, large member, so you let out a low moan. You're rubbing your cock through your jeans, making it rock-hard in an instant.

Underneath your hand, your jeans widen before they turn into even tighter leather pants. You can't tell if it got tighter or if your thighs grew larger. Anyway, it feels extremely good. Squeezing your member firmly, you can tell it's already leaking slightly.

Leaning your head back, you give in to this feeling, and your head spins even faster.

But then you hear someone cackling quietly, and you remember who's with you. Unable to move or form a coherent thought, you watch your surroundings shift quickly.

The beautiful decor vanishes, and huge trees erupt from the ground. Underneath your feet, the wooden floor turns into ashes, and the ceiling breaks open, revealing a gray, cloudy sky.

Once your head stops spinning, you drop to your knees, looking down toward the ground.

"Where are we?" You cough, exhausted and drained.

"Oh, somewhere in North America, I think." You hear Ludwig say, and you lift your head to find him standing a few feet away with his back turned to you.

"What the fuck?" You raise your voice, but he just lifts his hand. It feels like a truck is standing on top of your chest. Unable to breathe or move, you look at him, turning around.

"Manners." He growls deeply and looks at you with disdain burning in his eyes.

"You just burst into my office and demanded to be heard." He takes a few steps toward you before he bows down, just enough to look into your eyes while keeping his head high. "Have some respect for my craft."

The pressure on your chest subsides for a moment, giving you a chance to catch your breath.

"I'm almost inclined to turn you into a real bear." He smirks, and as you try to say something, a deep, animalistic grunt leaves your lips.

Shocked, you wrap a hand around your thick neck. What is happening to you?

"But." Ludwig tilts his head again.

"But?" You try to say it, but you just growl like a wild animal, causing him to smirk even more.

"I will give you a chance." He turns around and walks a few feet away.

All of a sudden, you're released and drop to the ground again. Slowly, you get up, and for the first time, you look down at your new body. You feel and look so good.

"Somewhere around here, there should be a little town." Ludwig says, looking into the sky. "Find it, and I shall leave you to your new life."

He turns to you, licking his lips and running a hand through his well-groomed beard.

"What if I can't?" You ask him pleadingly.

"If you can't, I will find you instead. And make you my new plaything." He raises an eyebrow, and images flash through your mind—your possibly future, bound, strapped to a wall, forced to be an unwilling toy for this man.

Holding your head, you hear him chuckle.

"5 Days." He waves his hand again, causing a cigar to emerge inside your hand. "As a show of good will." With a snap of his fingers, the cigar ignites.

Before your eyes, he vanishes, leaving you to find this town or be his slave.

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the devil's lounge

There are some people who are drowning in bad luck, just like Peter. Working in an office job he hates, all of his girlfriends abandon him after a few weeks, if they even get to that point, and, of course, money issues.

He met a beautiful girl on Tinder, saved so much money to take her out on a fancy date, bought some new clothes, and went to a hairstylist, but at the end of the day, she didn't even show up. Instead, she ghosted him.

Pissed, disappointed, and just done with the day, he makes his way through town. With barely fifty dollars in his new jacket, he had only one goal: to get wasted and forget everything and everyone around him. Checking his phone one last time, he sighs. Maybe she texted him after all, but nothing.

He even checked Instagram, but nothing. All he saw were other people, happier people, living their best lives while he was suffering. That's when he nearly walked into somebody else—a pretty young woman.

Peter smiled politely and excused himself, but she just scoffed and walked away. "Fuck off." He thought when his eyes fell on a bright white light.

'The devil's lounge'

His eyes wandered to a big, dark house—a hotel, to be precise—with huge black doors and its name in golden letters hanging above them. Peter had heard of this place before, a well-known place for people to close contracts. The place to do business—legal or illegal—didn't matter at all. He himself had not been there before, but he knew it was more than just a simple hotel.

"Fuck it." He shrugged. What other place can you just get wasted?

Two big security guys dressed in black suits, white shirts, and sunglasses—it's not even that sunny—opened the huge doors for him. He never felt that important, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

So many people were inside the lobby—well-dressed people, probably rich people—and he felt out of place. Who cares if he draws so many eyes to him? Peter was just here to drink some fancy beverages.

A young man looked at him and tried to hide his confusion, but at least he acted like Peter wasn't growing a second head.

"What can I get you, sir?" The bartender asked with a polite face.

"Tequila shots, however many I get for this." Peter emptied his pocket on the counter, much to the man's irritation.

"Fine." The man counted the money and brought him three shots of tequila.

Peter immediately emptied two of them and shook his head. How did he even get into this situation? Another day lost to work and a failed date.

"Fuck." He growled and steadied his head, his hands covering his face. What would he give to just be somebody else, to leave this life behind him?

"Whiskey, on the rocks." A deep voice echoed through him, and he felt someone taking the seat right next to him. All the other seats were empty, yet he chose the one right next to Peter.

"Look, I had a really bad day, and I don't need someone invading..." He said that and lifted his head, but what he saw made him stop in his tracks.

He was a good-looking man, wearing a tailored suit, vest, and tie. The guy turned his head and caught Peter's eyes. His gaze was so intense, it sent shivers down his entire back.

"I am sorry." He stuttered, but the other guy didn't even respond. Instead, he just took a sip from his drink before he turned his entire body toward Peter.

"You don't belong here." He said, his eyes wandering all over Peter's body, judging his clothes, his hair, and everything else at once, causing his face to turn bright red.

"I can help you with that." The man's voice was deep and rough, and his gaze was growing more intense by the second.

"Clothes don't make people. You can't make me a new man." Peter was able to pull his eyes away and manage to avoid the guy's burning gaze for just a few seconds before their eyes met again.

Amused, the man smiled and took another sip from his drink. "I can't?" He raised an eyebrow and reached for Peter's chest, who pulled away, but it was a little too late.

As soon as the man's hand landed on his chest, he felt a burning sensation erupt inside his stomach.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He said it, but it wasn't his voice leaving his mouth. It was a much deeper, manlier voice—a voice he always dreamed of having.

"Is that..me?" Peter's voice broke and turned back to normal when the man pulled his hand away.

Satisfied, the man smirked. "It could be." He growled deeply and emptied the glass before he got up. "You just have to change."

"Wait? Who are you?" Peter reached for the man's arm, but he just glared at him. He immediately pulled away and felt grounded.

"People call me Ludwig." The man fixed his suit and let one hand slide down his firm chest. "If you're interested in what I can offer?" He said, but before he could finish, Peter interrupted him.

"I am! Can you change me?" His breath quickened rapidly, but Ludwig seemed unbothered.

"Not here; follow me." He motioned for Peter to get up and lead him toward the elevator.

Peter had so many questions, but somehow he didn't dare ask them right here and now. Instead, they entered the huge elevator. Together, they arrived on the sixth floor.

He followed Ludwig closely to a penthouse-like room with huge windows, several armchairs, glass tables, and a gigantic desk. It was way bigger than his actual apartment, and he was looking around in awe.

"So huge." He said, much to Ludwig's amusement.

"Take a seat." He nodded toward an armchair in front of him as he sat down as well.

A little bewildered, Peter sat down and looked at the well-dressed man just spreading his legs, being way more comfortable than himself.

Ludwig just watched him as his whole body tensed more and more. Was it possible for this man to actually change himself? Or was he just drunk, stupid, and naive?

"Ehm." Peter stuttered again.

"Yes, I can help you." Ludwig cut him off, resting both of his hands on his huge thighs.

"But how did you do that?" He said, but once the suit man raised a finger, his voice changed again—just like before at the bar.

Shocked, Peter touched his own neck, unable to process what was happening to him. His throat was a little sore; it didn't hurt, but it was a weird feeling.

"Who are you?" He said it in his deep voice, intrigued yet scared. Was he a real wizard? Or an angel? Someone was sent by God to help him.

Amused, Ludwig smirked before he licked his lips. "I don't kiss and tell." He growled and ran a hand through his nicely-done hair, causing Peter's throat to turn back to normal. "Are you interested or not?"

Peter nodded quickly and felt his entire being vibrating. "I need to become someone else! I can't handle one more day living this life."

Intrigued himself, Ludwig leaned forward and raised an eyebrow. "There is just one thing." He said it in a softer voice, yet his expression was so firm. "We haven't discussed the subject of payment."

The man leaned back and placed one hand on his thighs, while he touched his own lips with the other, running a finger through his groomed beard.

Panicking, Peter looked around, thinking deeply. "I don't have any money. I just spent all of my savings on this stupid outfit!" He looked down at himself, wearing pretty clothes that were ill-fitting and not flattering at all.

"I don't need your money." Ludwig's voice cut through the room and forced him to freeze. "I want you to work for me." He tilted his head teasingly, stroking his enormous bulge with his hand.

"Work? Like what?" Peter's voice was even higher than usual, as he was still panicking. This was his only way to make his dream come true; he couldn't afford to leave like this.

"You'll be one of my contractors." Ludwig regained his composure and leaned forward again. "You see, I'm a very busy man, and I don't have all day to look for clients." He shrugged.

"That's....all?" Peter looked at Ludwig in disbelief. Just closing contracts? That's easy. He's been working for a huge company doing that already, just on a very small scale.

"If that's easy for you." Ludwig's face was unfazed and stoney, but his eyes and his lips were so alluring, like the forbidden fruit. "What do you say?"

Incapable of forming a coherent thought, Peter just smiled widely. "I think we got a deal. Where do I sign?" He said, but the gorgeous man just starred at him; his gaze was again so intense, and Peter was unable to move a muscle.

That's when he experienced a sudden force taking over his body. His head grew heavy as he got up from the chair. Everything was spinning, twisting, and turning; just one thing was completely unbothered: Ludwig.

The man got up from the chair as well and walked toward Peter. "Who needs a signature if I have this?" His eyes were covered by a black mist, so dark it was all consuming. 

Afraid, Peter tried to turn back and run away, but he couldn't move. His head and his whole body were hurting, aching from the pressure put upon them. He watched Ludwig lean in as he placed both of his hands on Peter's chest.

Instantly, a seething flame erupted in his whole upper body, causing so much pain.

"Just tell me who you want to be." Ludwig's voice was so rough, even deeper than before, and it had a mesmerizing rhythm to it.

He kissed Peter softly and breathed into him, filling his lungs and every fiber of his body with the same dark smoke engulfing his eyes.

Peter's body turned numb, vibrating insanely, as Ludwig pulled away and let go of his chest.

Seemingly pushed away, light as a feather, Peter's body moved toward the huge, king-sized bed. He dropped on to it, his head facing the ceiling, and closed his eyes.

"Who do I want to be?" He thought, searching his mind for an answer.

That's when he saw an image—more and more images of the same guy—a handsome Instagrammer he saw earlier.

Was he the right pick? Or should he think about it more? But some part of him clinged to this man—so pretty, hot, and seemingly carefree.

Peter envied him, and every fiber of his body focused on becoming this man.

"So be it." Ludwig's voice echoed through him, and what happened next was incredible.

Peter's being tensed harder than ever before as he clawed at the sheets underneath him. The fire burning underneath his skin spread farther into every corner of his body until it reached his fingertips, his toes, and his forehead.

Peter let out a pain-ridden growl when he felt his muscles growing bigger, bigger, and bigger. He, as a whole, grew bigger, and his clothes—his jacket, shirt, and jeans—weren't able to withstand this pressure. They vanished in an instant, exposing his thick tummy and pale skin.

He was able to open his eyes for just a second and look down at his chest. It felt like the fire was burning even brighter, as his skin flushed with color and his entire chest was condensed into a beautiful six-pack and thick pecs.

It was so painful, yet the most sensational feeling at the same time.

Peter leaned his head back and let out a long, guttural moan, and his voice started to change as well. It turned deeper, more masculine, but still so melodic and soft.

More and more moans escaped his mouth as he felt his muscles defining his thighs and calves. His muscles turned hard right away as waves of pure plessure swung through every bone inside his body.

Peter grabbed himself just in time for him to feel his junk extend largely. It pressed against the palm of his hand, filling his underwear fully.

Instinctively, he started to touch himself, play with himself, and enjoy every second of it.

His mind was unable to comprehend anything that was happening, but yet, it felt so, so good.

Then, his face started to change as well. His jawline got more defined, beautiful dark hair formed a beard, replacing his eyebrows, and his usual mat hair formed pretty curls.

Jerking off, he bit his lower lip, holding back an exhausted groan, but then he just let go. All of him gave in to this pressure and pleasure as he shot one load after another. It felt so much better to cum inside this pretty new body.

As fast as it erupted, the fire burned out, leaving an exhausted Peter lying on this huge bed. Peter was breathing so fast that he was nearly unable to catch a break, but after a few more seconds, he managed to move his new form.

He got up and walked toward the main room, only to find Ludwig sitting in his chair again, tilting his head at the sight of the barely dressed 'new' Peter.

That's when he saw himself for the first time in a mirror.

"Is that...me?" He growled deeply, still shocked by his new voice.

"Don't you like it?" Ludwig said he was kind of displeased with the possibility of him not liking his new body.

"No, god no." He said it quickly, still stuttering slightly. "It's so beautiful."

Peter moved around, inspecting every corner and every angle of his new self. He flexed hard, smiled, and touched himself so much.

It felt good to feel his own pecs bulge, his defined abs tense, and his huge dick pulsate inside his underwear.

"It really looks like him." He said it proudly. "The guy from Instagram." Peter enjoyed seeing his reflection move just as he did. It looked like he spent most of his life in gyms instead of online forums.

"It's because it is—the guy from Instagram." Ludwig mocked his tone, his expression shifting, just cold.

Confused, Peter turned around. "What?"

Ludiwg rolled his eyes. "I claimed his body, and I gave it to you." He motioned toward that pretty body in front of him. "Our deal, remember?"

"Fuck." Peter said, his conscious slowly taking over his mind. "I didn't know."

Ludwig leaned back against the chair, stroking his own member again. "Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does!" Peter shouted at Ludwig, who, unbothered, just waved lazily.

This caused some force to knock Peter off his feat, and he barely steadied himself against the hard wooden floor. He was kneeling right in front of Ludwig, who was towering over him like he was sitting on an actual throne.

"Hearing your cries amused me, so I let your sudden rush of confidence slide. Once." He said, his voice deeper again. "I can turn you back, if you care so much."

With a snap, Peter's hand started to burn again, and he could see his old ones form once again. "Please...no.." He cried out, actual tears leaving his now-pretty eyes.

With another wave, the burning stopped.

"Know your place, fool." Ludwig said, extremely pissed. "Look at me." He used the tip of his shoe to lift Peter's head.

"You will close 15 contracts each month. No less. Otherwise, I will just turn you back." Peter was unable to move; Ludwig's presence engulfed the whole room, causing him to whimper.

"15? Where do I find so many?" Barely a whisper left his lips.

"Just find desperate, pathetic people like you and offer them a deal with me." Ludwig rumbled and let go of Peter's chin.

With another wave, a notebook formed out of dense smoke. "Write their names down, and I will finish the deal."

"Should be easy enough." Ludwig smiled mockingly, and ran a hand through Peter's new hair. "For such a pretty face."

"How....how do I get contracts?" Peter said, scared.

"Charm them, fuck them." Ludwig yanked his head back. "Use this body I gave you. I dont care."

He got up from the throne and fixed his suit.

Peter admired his physique, but wondered if he was the actual devil.

"This will be your new home." He turned around, and suddenly Peter was able to move again.

"Thaank... Thank you, sir." He stuttered. What if he was the devil? He didn't dare ask.

"And get dressed." He snapped his fingers again, and dark smoke was forming around Peter's body.

A beautiful tailored blue suit formed out of thin air, but he couldn't enjoy it at all. He was way too scared to show any emotion in front of Ludwig.

"Yes sir." He nodded.

Ludwig turned around one last time to look at Peter with a smirk on his lips.

"Don't disappoint me."

A shiver ran down his entire back again before he left the apartment.

With one last look at himself, he regretted his choice.

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