"I bet you have several questions about our staff now...but let's not worry about them. This is all about you."
 
Frysco stood, or rather; he laid back in the chair he had to lay back on. Over the course of days, weeks, and quite possibly even a full year, Robin, the cheetah anthro that stood in front of him with a gender that Frysco couldn't quite figure out, had been transforming him into a variety of things, mostly sexual things, all so he could have the orgasm of a lifetime. However, he could not orgasm during any of these transformations, even when many of them were sexual in the first place. He'd been a sex doll, a plush with sexual parts, a female server with only working legs and many cunts, and even a tree! As of now, he was back to his normal gryphon anthro form, mostly. Robin sealed his beak, he had no arms or legs, and his cock, twitching with need to cum, was as sealed as his beak.
 
"I have to say, I am overly impressed with how well you've done. You've lasted what feels like I'm sure a lifetime. Heck, if someone were to make a series out of this," Robin chuckled. "It would take months to complete, wouldn't you think? Or can you even do that anymore?"
 
Frysco laid back, unable to say anything with his sealed beak. He could see, he could feel, he could hear, and two of those three things were things that many of his forms didn't allow him to do before. He breathed heavily through the two small holes in his beak as his eyes glazed on Robin lustfully. Pent up for more than a year without an orgasm, but constantly teased to be brought close to one would do that to a person. He slowly nodded to Robin.
 
"Oh good." Robin chuckled. "There's so much to tell you, but I suppose we can save that for later. You're so pent up." Robin leaned down and stroked his shaft slowly. "Well, I promised you a climax of a lifetime, and I am one to keep my word." She picked up Frysco and turned around to a door behind the office desk. She pulled out a key and opened it up for Frysco to see what was on the other side.
 
Frysco saw a bedroom on the other side, a massive bed with a closed closet. The room looked clean with two nightstands beside the bed, and a television on the wall behind them. Frysco wondered if Robin 'lived' at the club, but it was a passing thought with a mind otherwise filled with pleasure. The feeling of Robin's body on his own was something he long desired, though he long desired for touch. He recalled the various forms he had been in the past few days, and in the case of the tree, nearly a year as it felt like, if not more.
 
"Now, I never catch." Robin explained as she got onto the bed with Frysco. "I only pitch. That shouldn't be a problem for a sex toy like you though." Robin chuckled. "Oh yes, you are not going to orgasm until I'm finished, I've made sure of that." Robin spread her legs and brushed Frysco's ass up against her crotch.
 
Frysco felt Robin's crotch for the first time ever. He expected there to be a cock of some sort with the way she spoke, but as she brushed his ass against him, he felt nothing between her legs. It was as if she were nullified completely down there, and it made him wonder how they could have sex if she 'had' no sex, let alone with her 'pitching' as she said.
 
"Just give it a moment." Robin whispered quietly. "You're going to feel something that you've never felt before." She chuckled. "As if you haven't already been experiencing that."
 
As Frysco felt Robin's crotch, Robin's comment came true. It felt as if part of him pulled away from his body, as if it pulled out of his very ass and to Robin. He knew he was incapable of using the bathroom in this form. In addition to that, he could still feel the thing that pulled out of him and onto Robin. He wished he knew what it was, but he couldn't see her crotch. Just then, he felt something penetrate his ass. He swore Robin didn't have a cock. He couldn't feel one on her before, but now he did. His pupils dilated as the shaft pushed into him. He could both feel the shaft penetrate his ass. Yet at the same time, he had a feeling of tightness, as if part of him pushed into a deep warm hole.
 
"You feel strange, I know." Robin chuckled as she stroked Robin. "You're not the first to go through this." She gave Frysco a deep kiss on his sealed back as she pushed her growing cock into his ass, deeper and deeper, deeper than even the horse went in him so long ago.
 
Frysco felt the deep kiss of Robin. He was shocked that Robin was so affectionate. He always understood her to be cold and calculated, granted he wasn't really with her much. He couldn't help but wonder how she spent her free time...but that was just another passing thought to the constant pleasure to his body. He needed to orgasm, and he needed to orgasm ever since he experienced his first transformation. He was so pent up from being able to cum for so long after going through so many forms. It didn't matter what he came to, he just had to cum, and cum now.
 
"It will all be worth it." Robin rubbed Frysco's sides and shivered. She let out a soft moan as she rubbed Frysco slowly. Her fingertips traced his sides and gave his ass a squeeze before it slowly traced up to his neck.
 
Frysco could feel there was something very wrong. There was no way Robin could be in so much pleasure just by feeling him! Sure, she penetrated him, but she acted as if he was a part of her.
 
Frysco felt his body shrinking down little by little. He then began to feel throbbing throughout his entire body. He was transforming again! He tried to struggle, but a lack of wombs, and his body in massive pleasure made it so much harder to resist.
 
"I bet you can tell what's going on now." Robin said with a laugh. Frysco shrank so much that she couldn't kiss him, but she could stroke him. Frysco shrank more and more in size as her hands stroked him. At first, she could barely wrap her fingers around his body. Little by little however, she could wrap one single hand around Frysco's whole body. "MMpphh...Fuck, you feel good. I forgot how good having a cock feels." She murmured as she continued to stroke the transforming gryphon.
 
Frysco could only sit there and transform bit by bit. The more he transformed, the more pleasure he felt, and the more the pent-up sensation grew and grew. His ears began to ring as a growing pressure grew in his body, but his beak was still sealed. He was becoming a cock, but with no way for Robin's cum to get out, the pressure just kept on building inside of him.
 
"Mmm...when should I let you experience the orgasm?" Robin chuckled. She pulled her hands back and shifted towards a mirror. "Get a look at yourself. See yourself before you orgasm."
 
Frysco mentally moaned as two testicles formed, and he could 'feel' them flooding with cum. His eyes rolled up to the top of his head with pleasure before he managed to get a moment to look at himself. In just such a short time, he was the size of a large cock. Frysco noticed something about himself that looked familiar when it came to his size, he just couldn't put his finger on it, and not that he had a finger.
 
Frysco still looked as if he had his body; it was just that it was in the shape of a cock with his head serving as, of course, the head. He couldn't look at his body easily though as his head tilted up in the air and his neck bulged out. His body pulsed and throbbed harder. Veins appeared on his body, and a small tube was visible underneath him.
 
"Mmm...Almost...fuck...ahn...AHN!" Robin stroked Frysco again, and Frysco's beak became unsealed in the blink of an eye.
 
The moment Frysco's beak unsealed, everything happened in an instant. Cum filled his new cock body and flooded out of his beak. He orgasmed with Robin, and the climax was like nothing he ever felt before, and not because he was now a cock. He came, and came, and came, days, weeks, if not longer of pent-up arousal released in one massive wave. He couldn't stop himself from orgasming and cumming more and more. He could feel something changing, but no, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He closed his eyes as he kept on orgasming for what felt like a lifetime before he slowly stopped, and then quickly blacked out.
 
Frysco felt himself slowly awake the next morning. 'Uhn...what happened?' He thought to himself. He tried to move, but he found himself unable to do so. His body felt soft, and he felt warm. There was a large throb throughout his body, a heartbeat that was not his own. He had the faint taste of cum in his mouth too.
'Am I...uhnn..' Every throb of the heart caused him to twitch slightly. He slowly came to realize that he was still a cock.
 
Frysco couldn't see or hear anything, not that there was anything for him 'to' see. He might have been able to hear a few muffled noises based on where he was, but he could only dangle there like the cock he now was.
 
As for Robin, she leaned back with a grin on her face, or rather 'his' face. Robin the hooved cheetah was no longer sitting in the chair that belonged to the club owner. Instead, a gryphon that looked 'very' like Frysco sat in that chair. In fact, the gryphon looked almost exactly like Frysco. The only difference was that instead of big thick paws for feet, this Frysco had two cloven hooves, cloven as if they were goat-like. It was Robin controlling the body! She had gone from a female cheetah to a now male gryphon.
 
"And just sign here, here, and here." A human explained as he handed the gryphon Robin some papers. "And while I have obtained her consent forms already, can she really not make it to this meeting today? It is not required, but when one person hands down the business to the other, both are usually present."
  
"She couldn't be here today, but you got all of the paperwork and documents anyways, so it shouldn't matter." Robin replied in a voice that also SOUNDED like Frysco's own. She, or well, he, signed the documents, finalizing the transaction.
 
"Well, congratulations Frysco, or should I say, Mr. Azinsan. The business is yours." The lawyer bowed. “This business has been going for many years, so I am sure you will become very rich in a matter of months.”

“Oh, you have NO idea.” Robin said with a laugh and a dismissive wave.
 
The lawyer nodded, though with a look of confusion, he stacked up the papers and walked away.
 
Robin turned to his shelf and saw the various dildos, including the cheetah one. With a smile, he stood up and walked up to it. He put his hand up to the dildo and gave it a soft stroke. "Thanks for the past 30 years or so, but I had to replace you. You'll enjoy it here. There are 'many' people that like to use the previous me's."
 
There was a knock on Robin's door. A familiar black horse, at least familiar to Robin, stepped inside. "Well, with the paperwork signed, what would you like me to call you?"
 
Robin rolled his eyes. He walked back to his chair and raised up the only different thing between him and Frysco. Instead of Frysco's paws, Robin had two cloven hooves that he rested on the wooden desk. "We go with the usual protocol. This cheetah was named Robin, now that's done. My new name is Frysco, so I am to be called Frysco by everyone from now on."
 
The horse nodded. "Of course, at least until the next time I'm assuming."
 
Robin, or now Frysco as he called himself, smiled at the horse. "Next time? I never fully explained my curse to you, did I?"
 
The horse shook his head. "Well, no. You told me that you had to change your body every so many years with a guy. I assumed you meant with anyone, as you invited women here too. We've never exactly been intimate enough for me to know much more than that. Hell, most of the employees are assuming that business ownership is changing. I'm one of the few that know it's still you..." He paused. "Well, fuck. All I remember is Robin being your name."
 
Robin chuckled. "I was cursed hundreds of years ago. I require using the life-force of a male partner to extend my life. If I don't...I'd prefer not to mention what happens. Everyone I invited actually 'did' have a cock, it was just that their bodies may have looked female, or they identified as such. Gender is fluid anyways. It's what's between their legs that I give a fuck about. Anyways, for this curse, I have immense magical power.
In short, fuck a guy, turn them into my cock, and now I have access to some of their memories, enough to take on their life flawlessly. I can only keep them for so long though, people die at some point. When they die, they become a dildo, though ironically as a dildo, they are still 'very' much alive, just now inanimate. No idea how long they live in it, never bothered to check."
 
The horse chuckled. "Sounds like your life in of itself is worth writing a book about. Also, glad you never bothered to use me, or others, as a volunteer."
 
Robin kept her grin. "I have a thing for horse cocks. I'm going to have to show you personally one day."
 
With that, the horse nodded and took his leave.
 
Back between Robin's legs, Frysco just wished he knew what was going on, but he was just forced to sit, and wait.
 
Days passed, weeks, months, even years passed as Frysco was now stuck as, quite literally, his own cock. He was forced to do everything Robin wanted him to do, and in silence. He would piss and taste every bit of it as it exited his 'mouth', and he would feel his own hands stroke his body as Robin masturbated with him until he came, tasting his own cum and feeling his body pulse as he orgasmed. Sometimes Robin would masturbate by himself, other times he would fuck others with the very cock that Frysco now was, and Frysco was forced to endure the fucking until he orgasmed. Other times he’d engage in chastity, sounding, and even some minor electro-play, shocking Frysco with minor bits of electricity to give him a jolt. It was as if Robin had almost every fetish imaginable. Then again, she, or he now as his gender was, did live for a ‘very’ long time, it’d make sense he’d have all sorts of kinks.
 
August 31, 2023...
 
Tonight, Robin laid in bed with a sigh. He casually stroked his cock with a smile on his face.
'So, it's a blue moon now. You can hear me now. It's Robin. Or was Robin. Ah, I last heard that name so long ago.'
 
It felt like ages since Frysco heard a voice. Just then, he heard the voice of his host, a voice that sounded 'just' like his own, but he could tell it wasn't his own thoughts. 'What? Robin? What's...it...I'm your cock, right? How long has it been?'
 
'Three years.' The 'Robin' replied. 'I go by Frysco now. I have your body, and you're my cock. I hope you've been enjoying it down there. You've been wonderful.'
 
'What? How? Why? Can't you turn me back?' Frysco thought in a panic. He felt his body throb, and mentally moaned. It was clear that Robin was getting into masturbating again.
 
'I am cursed, but it is an exceptionally long story to explain to a cock. I basically swap bodies every 30-40 years because the average lifespan of most people I move in to is noticeably short. You’ll become a dildo over time. I think. I’m not really sure if they can talk, I never really check in with them once they transform.’

‘My lifespan?’ Frysco thought. ‘But I’m half-kitsune. I’m immortal from being that.’ Frysco admittedly looked like a full gryphon, but he was part gryphon, and part kitsune.

‘Is that right?’ Robin sounded delighted. ‘Oh, then it sounds like you might just be my cock forever! Oh, that makes me feel SO relieved. I hated changing bodies so much! Hah, we’ll have an incredibly fun life together, my dear cock. I’m sure you already experienced some of my kinks, but I have ‘so’ much more for you to see.’

Frysco had so many questions, but Robin's stroking distracted him. He was stuck as his own cock forever? It sounded impossible! Yet, he had been between his legs for so long that he had gotten used to the taste of his own piss and cum.
 
'Anyways, I can only communicate with you on a blue moon. So, we only have tonight. Unfortunately, I'm quite horny. The horse and I have been hitting it off. Did you know he's bi-sexual? I hope you've enjoyed his ass. He's dropping by tonight and I'm probably not going to hear what you say when he arrives. There's the next blue moon though. I'm not sure when that is.' Robin replied.
 
'But I have...I have so many questions!' Frysco replied. 'Why can't you turn me back? Can't we arrange something for swapping? What about me?'
 
'Oh! He's here!' Frysco's cock pulsed as it grew erect. 'Okay, you have fun down there, I'm going to meet him. If you're lucky, you'll get some horse ass tonight!'
 
'Wait! Robin! Wait!' But it was no use. Frysco thought and thought, but he heard nothing. He was stuck as his own cock, and Robin said, likely forever. He had no idea when the next blue moon was. He wasn't even sure what today was. Dates were off when you lived your life as a cock.
What's worse, he was excited at the thought of horse ass. He just hoped he could last long enough to talk with her for the next blue moon, and that she'd be less distracted.
Assuming Robin remembered Frysco, that is.

