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Axel ran a dusty hand across the thighs of his jeans as he dug through the attic of his new home. It was an old estate in the English countryside, built in the mid eighteen hundreds. The auction house had sold off the estate as is with the entire property still having the old objects of the previous owners. Axel sneezed as he moved another box; it was tough going for the young man. He had an entire mansion to search from top to bottom, and it was going to take him weeks or more to catalog everything. Axel smirked, and that was how he liked it.

The young American yawned as he uncovered an old window behind a box, the sun was setting, and he was getting hungry. He was about to head off to dinner, turning around to go back to the habitable rooms on the first floor, but a small wood case caught his eye. It sat on the windowsill of the window he found, a black box, small and square. Axel picked it up curiously; it looked like a ring box. He dusted the window off to let the last of the sun glare through before opening the box.

Flashing light.

Axel blinked rabidly as he flinched back, a sudden glint hitting him square in the eyes. He saw spots as he rubbed them with his left hand. What he found made him laugh; it was an old monocle, its frame looked like gold. Axel examined the inside of the box; a gold chain was wrapped around a cloth base. It looked expensive. The date of 1888 on the top of the box just convinced him it was going to be worth something.

"Hah." Axel gave a good laugh at his find; he pocketed the box and then slowly made his way to the stairway that would lead him to a cluttered third story. He grunted and shifted as he began to sidestep and walk over various knick-knacks antiques he bought. The entire third floor was cluttered, along with the entire attic, second floor, and most of the first floor. Axel only had a small staff kitchen and a small bedroom to call his living space, and he was lucky enough as tiny bathroom was connected to the kitchen. A small shower and a toilet did not make a mansion owner's bathroom.

Axel sighed as he placed the box on the kitchen counter, he at least had food. The young man opened his cupboard to reveal a small selection of canned goods and pans. He'd be living off that for the next few weeks before the first delivery of food got there. Plenty of time to finish checking the attics and basements before making the first floor entirely livable. Then he could concentrate on floors two and three.

Axel whistled as he popped the top on a can of ravioli, he dumped the food into a pan and set it on the stovetop. He let it warm as he looked through his refrigerator; he had some milk and a few six packs of soda and beer. Enough for one person for a couple of weeks. He popped the top off a beer and took a swig before he started to stir the pan.

As he worked he had no idea the monocle was flashing inside its box, a green eye staring out of the glass like it was a window. It felt a suitable host for it uses. Pliable and easy to take control of. It had been a long time, what sort of things had happened since he last had a wearer?

Axel burped before taking another swig of his beer. He had the pan shimmering and heated, he placed a few paper towels onto the small kitchen table he had and put his pan onto the makeshift coaster. Axel ate quietly, and quickly, and as he did so he looked back at the monocle case. It was so curious. He wanted to take a better look at it. As he ate, the sunset without a word, leaving Axel alone in his nearly dark mansion. Axel sighed as he flipped on his bedroom light before returning to his meal.

With a last few bites, Axel wiped his mouth with the paper towel coaster and put the pan in the sink. His beer bottle he threw into the recycling bin he had. There was not much to do, he had a TV, but it was mainly used to watch DVDs. Axel found the short seasons of BBC programming to be a little less entertaining then the standard 12 to 24 episodes in an American season of television. What he did have was an antique monocle, and that was worth a dig through the Internet. Axel looked through his bags for his laptop; he set it up on his bedside table before sitting down on his bed.

Axel paused; he had forgotten the monocle in the kitchen. With a small laugh at his absent minded-ness, he walked back into the kitchen and picked up the aged black case. With a blink, he then found himself wanting to open the thing, right then and there. With a slightly glazed look, he opened the case and looked into it. A bright green eye glared up at him, and with that Axel flinched. Then there was nothing. The green eye seemed happy as Axel's pants tented, his thick manhood already leaking pre at the sight of the ghostly eye. The green eye kept its gaze on Axel as he limply picked up the case and walked it into his bedroom.

Axel was awash in submissive lust, his mind blanking as a wave of invading influence flooded into his brain. The green eye watched with interest as Axel set it onto his beside table and took a few paced back to let the eye get the best angle possible. The young man felt a touch of drool slide down his chin as he kicked off his shoes and socks before undoing his belt and jeans. With little fanfare, Axel hooked his thumbs into his underwear waistband and pulled it down. His cock bounced as he stepped out of the jeans and boxers, his cockhead already glistening. Axel then threw off his workshirt and sat on his bed meekly.

The eye looked over the young man, his arms and legs were toned and he was modestly muscled. Well endowed though, the eye considered as he focused on the good-sized cock that stood at attention in-between Axel's legs. Axel brought his arms up and flexed his biceps, posing for a moment. Axel then dropped his hands and placed them between his lap.

"Put me on." A voice entered Axel's mind, swimming in the glorious fog that muddled Axel's head.

Axel reached out and picked up the monocle with ease, it was so familiar in his hands. The young man eyes rolled up into his head as he placed the monocle over his left eye. It sat firmly over his cheek, affixed with a supernatural splendor. The chain fell across Axel's naked chest and touched his hardening nipple. For a long moment, Axel sat there as he felt himself slowly compress, something was taking up his mind. A soft voice whispering that he was such a good boy to let his better take what was due, he would be let out when he was needed. Axel drooled before he shivered. With a hard blink, glowing green eyes were revealed.

The new person sniffed as he examined Axel's body, now at the moment his body. He ran a hand softly over his straining cock and sighed. A name glowed on the black case, under the year 1888. Harold Dinard.

"It's been such a while." Harold whispered to himself, enjoying the young man's voice. He would have to spend more time in this form later, but he wanted to get into his proper form. It had been over a century it seemed. With a slow breath, Harold sat his hands in his lap and focused. In and out, calm and enlightened. With each breath Harold felt the body he wore change. His legs and arms softened ever so softly as his hair grayed. A salt and pepper hair that an actor would die for. Harold sighed as he leaned back, a few crow's feet winkles now at the edges of his eyes.

"That is better." Harold yawned as he stretched his arms and stood up, his now softening cock hanging between his legs. He stroked himself, frowning as he looked into a mirror on the wall.

Harold smirked, holding up both hands. He gritted his teeth and felt the flows of energy around himself. His breath quickened as motes of power floated over his hands, two small cores of rubber forming before they expanded and grew viscous. Harold grunted as he threw his hands down and he gazed upon his two faithful servants.

"Glad to see you two, give your master his proper form." Harold regally commanded he sat back onto the bed. The orbs buzzed excitedly as Harold opened his mouth expectantly. They swirled together and flew around the man's head, caressing a cheek, before they merged. A well-endowed elephant cock floated in front of Harold's mouth. The blunt head and thick slit wept rubber as Harold slowly licked the tip. It was delicious, the man shivered as his cheek dug into the edge of his monocle. Harold grunted as he took the elephant cock into his mouth, it strained against his cheeks.

With a muffled moan, Harold took a grip onto his cock and slowly stroked as he felt the elephant cock writhe in his mouth. He started to bob his head, loosening his throat and getting use to his new body's gag reflex. Harold flexed the muscles in his throat and took a deep breath around the cock. He stood up, his throat catching the elephant cock in a powerful grip. It writhed in excitement as Harold's throat bulged obscenely and he gripped the other end with his left hand. Harold worked the elephant cock in and out of his throat, his own human cock dripping with pre. With a grunt, Harold pushed the elephant cock into his mouth, his teeth closing behind it.

Harold swallowed, his stomach growling for its new occupant. The elephant cock spewed rubber, and his insides writhed. Harold smiled as he looked at the outline of the elephant cock in his skin. It bulge and pulsed, outlined quiet clearly in his flesh. Harold moaned, deeply, his voice box stretched and tightened by the rubber coating his throat.

"Yes." Harold moaned as his stomach and insides slowly filled with rubber. The elephant cock outline was soon lost in a small bulge, Harold's stomach looking distended. He brought a hand up to his lips and gently bit it, groaning into it as he stroked his cock. His stomach was soon bulging out, like he had swallowed a ball. Harold slapped the firm stomach; it was tight and taunt like the skin of a drum.

"Yyyyeeessss." Harold moaned, his stomach bulging again, obscenely, unnaturally. His toned and thin frame drooped as he leaned forward. A bulge that soon seemed like Harold had somehow embedded a small trunk into his gut.

"Mmmmm." Harold closed his eyes, looking up as he slow rubbed his stomach. His belly button popping out, inverting against the strain. Harold's belly shivered as it slowly softened, going from firm and tight to loose and billowy. He slapped his belly with a hardy moan, feeling it begin to jiggle. His hard nipples drooped as Harold felt his frame thicken into a soft mass. His hard chest already drooping into a set of bulging male breasts. His abs disappeared as the bulge drew back and spread; down over his ass, Harold could feel it shake as it dropped down, hanging with layers and layers of blubber.

Harold shifted his stance, standing tall with his legs bowed in preparation. His back twitched as his arms slowly expanded, a layer of fat growing as his fingers thickened. Harold slapped his belly, and it jiggled with the shaking of a bowl of jelly, his abs now covered by a layer of blubber. The folds of fat wobbled as it hung over his needy cock. Harold looked so strange, a fat set of arms and a soft chubby body with thin toned legs and a thin face. Harold thrust into the air, moving his hips, his cock spat out pre-cum as his belly rolled with the motion. A thick double chin slowly began to grow, covering his Adam's apple. His cock bounced as his ball swung around; already his thighs lost their definition and bulged with more and more blubber. His cock and balls were framed so nicely on three sides. A shelf of belly fat over it, his cockhead pressed up into it. His thunderous thighs pressing it from the sides. Harold grunted as his shins finally plopped out with his fat over his strained feet.

"Ah, mmmm." Harold sighed as he opened his eyes and looked down at his nicely obese belly. It jiggled energetically. His cock pulsed, and Harold cocked his head. Harold's could hear the boy, in the small corner of their, or rather Harold's, mind. A gibbering mass of moaning sex, left to be teased. Harold huffed in amusement as he pinched his cock and Axel moaned out. The obese elephant of a man smiled as he quieted the boy and ran his hands over his bust. Man-tits the boy called them, Harold smirked. How deliciously low brow.

"Ahem, achem." Harold cleared his throat and wiggled his jaw. With a cough, Harold felt his servants wiggle inside of him. His throat flexed and he opened his mouth wide. With a growl and a gag, the bulging form of a rubber elephant cock made itself know. It writhed under the skin, moving up into the esophagus, it was outlined in-between Harold's two massive man-tits. With a small spew of rubber, it launched itself out of Harold's mouth. The rubber dribbled down Harold's lip, which was swiftly licked away in pleasure.

"Oh, so long I have waited for that. Give me back my form." Harold ordered, holding his hands open. He braced himself as his cock stood up and strained against his belly. He waited so long for this. The elephant cock nodded in the air, before flowing around the obese man. The folds of his fat jiggled as the elephant cock brushed against him, with a sloppy plop the cock mounted itself over the relatively smaller and thinner human cock.

Harold gasped; it had been so long, in the old days he would of been able to take that without a word. He moaned, the loudest and hardest so far. His cock pulsed and spewed into elephant cock. It eagerly drank its master's cum, coaxing the flesh to soften and merge into it. Harold wrapped his right hand around the monster of a phallus, it tingled and he could feel his hand upon it. It was his cock, his true cock.

"AH! AH!" Harold hunched over the cock, pumping it widely. Wantonly. He needed this. The peasant colonial needed this. Harold pumped as his free hand slapped his expanded ass. Thick gobs of gray and black rubber dribbled out of the cock as his balls swelled and drew inside of him. Already, a unused sheath formed at the base of his cock. Harold could feel some of the rubber splatter between his man-tits, writhing as it merged with his skin. His heart pounded, already a mystical organ rather then a frail human heart. It sped as Harold felt his face deform, already his nose lengthening, hinting at the elephant's trunk to come.

"MMM!" Harold moaned as he came, his cum splattering against his chest. A mix of human sperm and rubber, Harold spread it across his chest with his free hand. With a huff, the changing man threw himself back onto the bed. It groaned under his weight. Harold mindlessly kept pumping his cock, already a second orgasm building. His nipples hardened into pinpricks as the rubber consumed them, leaving two gray-fleshed forms behind. The rubber flowed, already invading down over his belly. It was glorious, Harold thought as he kicked out a foot.

Harold thrust his hips up, and another thick gob of his cum splattered against his body, this time low on his body as he pressed his manhood up against his body. His hands were slathered in his fluids, wet and ever so slightly thick and gummy. His fingers twitched as he held them two by two. Already they were merging before a wave of rubber hid them from sight, leaving only hard thick milky white nails for him to see. His thumbs were slightly stubby with heavily thick elephant like nails. Harold brought a hand up to slther his face with the rubber; his face was already blunted, his nose a long sasuage, the rubber only brought the changes on swifter. He wrapped a hand over his nose and pulled, his trunk rapidly expanding and forming as his tusk jutted out of his mouth and the rubber wrapped around his head. His ears numbed before they thinned and grew out, flopping in excitement. A big set of elephant's ears flared from the sides of his head before he was soon rendered bald by the rubber.

Harold moaned, his voice quivering with a bass tremble over his deep tones. His back tingled as the rubber expanded over his sides and his tailbone popped out. His nascent tail grew as the rubber flowed over it and onto his ass. It streamed into his asshole as Harold came for a third time. His hand this time catching the cum, letting it splatter against the palm of his tri-fingered right hand. Harold was quick to slather it against his thigh and right ass cheek. Harold trumpeted boldly as he threw himself forward and onto his feet. The floor rumbled as his new hefty weight slammed against the ground. The rubber flowed even more violently at this, swiftly claiming his knees and shins. It gathered at his ankles as his feet was smooshed against the ground, widening, going from a normal size eleven to size thirteen triple wide. His toes splayed out and his toenails were beginning to merge as the rubber finished its journey. The sole of his foot rough and able to crush a car door with ease. Harold trumpeted again, thrusting his hips, thrusting into a imagined hole in the air.

"Oh, oh I need that. By Jove. I needed that." Harold muttered, his heart pounding as he leaned against the bedside table. His cock retreated slightly into its sheath, but Harold flexed, letting it hang out sloppily.

"Now, where is my wardrobe?" Harold asked himself as he walked out of the room and towards his master bedroom. He frowned at the mess left of his estate, cluttered and ungentlemanly. His long elephant cock swung with each step while his belly and ass jiggled. Harold huffed with the slightest bit of strain as he climbed the stairs up towards the second floor master bedroom he favored. The halls were a massive of antiques and clutter, but Harold paid it no mind. With surprising nimble grace he was able to sidestep and squeeze by any and all obstacles. Harold was pleasantly surprised to find his bedroom untouched by the mess that seemed to have invaded his home. His wardrobe still there in the corner, his bed still made with silk sheets.

Harold hummed to himself, a jaunty tune, while he opened up his wardrobe to reveal all that he would need. First his Union suit, he was quick to step into his underwear, a knee and elbow length body suit to a modern watcher with button flaps for relieving one's self. Harold felt better; the comfortable and familiar set of underwear was finely made and still new. Harold buttoned it up before looking around for his preferred daily dress. A gray set of trousers was swiftly secured around his hefty waist. His suspenders were then readied. Harold's favorite dress shirt still hanged where he had left it last, and he buttoned and tucked it in as he doffed his tophat. It smelled slightly musty, like he had left it out for a few days instead of the century or more that he wore it last. Harold then snapped his suspenders against his chest before hiding the unsightly things under his gray vest. Harold looked back, thinking where he had left his pocket watch. With a happy and content tone, Harold hummed the last few bars of his tune as he did up his silk puff tie and positioned it to the fashionable angle. Then he finished it off by pulling on his regency tailcoat. He opened a drawer to reveal a choice of silk socks; he picked a pair and then opened another drawer to reveal a set of tailored shoes. His daily pair of brown dress shoes with leather spats. Harold grunted as he sat down onto his bed and worked to cross his legs, it was a now a slight task it seemed.

Harold grunted, he had forgotten his sock garters, he thought for a moment. It was the early evening, so he did not need to connect them to his Union suit, he'd be stripping them off in a few hours anyway. Harold sighed as he leaned out to another drawer to pluck out a set of garters. It was a groaning task to fold up his trouser legs and tie the things on, his fat was nearly folded in on himself as he hunched over his massive feet. With a relieved huff, Harold let his sock covered feet fall to the floor. He breathed, when had that ever been trouble before? Harold frowned as he slipped his feet into his shoes. He tied the laces daintily for a man with such massive and thick hands, they then were swiftly covered by spats.

Harold snorted at his own haplessness; it had been a long time. With a adjustment of his monocle, Harold stood up and walked towards the wardrobe to search for his leather gloves. He frowned, they were not there. His cane was not there either. Harold looked up and thought, where did he leave his cane? He had many other gloves; he walked over to his dresser to open and drawer to reveal another set of gloves. He pulled them on with a ruminated look, his cane...perhaps. Harold frowned as he sat upon his heads and lifted up the corner of his bedsheets. The endcap of his cane peeked out at him.

"There you are." Harold muttered to himself, he picked the cane up and tested its weight. It felt strong and stiff, just like he last left it. Harold smiled, walking out the door into the darkened mansion. Axel's memories showed him where the "fuse box" was located, he needed to light his mansion and take stock of his property before going to bed. It would be a tiring night, most likely he would have Axel do it in a few days. His playroom and lab was probably still in good condition. Harold smiled as he walked off, another jaunty tune being hummed.

The End?

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