STALLION MANAGEMENT - CHAPTER 17 - BOY BANDERS REBORN

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STALLION MANAGEMENT – CHAPTER 17 – BOY BANDERS REBORN!

Nic walked arm in arm with Justie and Kevie, who were rubbing their

matching "Hostess Twinkie" G-Strings against his leather

chaps, each

suckling on each off his nipples, eagerly anticipating seeing Gay

Lachey's performance! Then he saw three young guys trying to

hold

back fits of laughter. After a moment of looking at the bigger

picture, Nic realized it they were Howie Dorough, his old band-mate,

and Justie's old band-mates J.C. Chasez and Lance Bass!

"Dude," J.C. said, "Look at those fucking queers walking down the

street!"

"Tell me about it," Lance replied to him, laughing. "I would NEVER

wear those fucking gay G-Strings! (Not yet knowing that he soon would

be!)

"And look at them!" said Howie arrogantly. "Even if they weren't

slobbering all over each other, you could SO tell that they were

GAY!"

Nic overheard their conversation, and a plan took shape in his head.

Instead of outright humiliating them, Nic decided he would show a

little restraint in the changes that he was planning, which he knew

would please his MASTER, he thought with a sense of pure

satisfaction! He stopped for a moment, exhaled some smoke directly

in Lance's face as they passed, and began the process, curling

his

lips in a diabolical way while he wrapped Kevie and Justie tighter in

his leather jacket…

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"Guys, I think they were WATCHING us. We should get away from these

guys!" Lance said, looking back at the sneering blonde fag in the

leather jacket who was winking at him, his eyes reddening as he tried

to cough out the smoke, not knowing it was filled with M4M-4, already

infiltrating into his lungs, and his bloodstream.

Howie and J.C. looked back at the three faggots, and then turned

their heads back to Lance. "So what, dude? They're just FAGS,

who

fucking cares? I get stared at ALL the time!" said J.C., laughing

smugly.

"Yeah, dude, they're just a bunch of fucking perverts anyway, so

why

do you care?" Howie asked him, laughing, not yet knowing he would

soon be ONE of them!

"Whatever, guys, that leather-jacketed one in the middle didn't

look

very happy!. We should go!" Lance said, suddenly feeling a little

woozy, feeling the effects of the smoke Nic had blown in his face,

making him nauseous.

Howie and J.C. shrugged their shoulders and continued walking down

the street. After taking a few steps, Lance realized that he had to

throw up, and told his pals to wait for him while he ran into the

nearest men's room.

He entered the restroom in "Applebees" and hurried toward the

toilet.

The feeling of release from the sudden urge he'd had to vomit was a

huge relief, and he sighed loudly as his puke flowed down the

toilet. Then he found he had to piss uncontrollably! It was a

surprise that he'd had to go so quickly after arriving at Times

Square, since he'd done his business just before leaving his hotel

room, and it was a scant two miles away.

When the last drop left him, he pulled his boxers and slacks back up

over his package, wiped his mouth clean and rinsed it, and started to

head out of the bathroom. As he was leaving, he checked himself in

the mirror to make sure all was well before he returned to meet his

buddies. Everything looked okay, Lance thought, but for some reason,

his pants didn't quite feel like they fit right. He adjusted the

waistband of his belt, and repositioned his pants, but they still

felt a little funny, a little looser...

Lance, feeling humiliated that he seemed to be losing all the muscle

mass he had desperately worked on before his eyes now, reached down

dazedly to pull up his boxers, but they seemed to big for him now.

Woozily, he noticed two G-Strings that had been laid out on the sink

by Nic without him even noticing, and without a thought he put one of

them on, enjoying the feel of the silken spandex on his ass. It felt

so much BETTER than his boxer shorts!

Blinking in surprise, he looked back into the mirror and saw his

reflection. "I look ridiculous!' he thought, looking at himself

with

his long, gray, button up shirt, slightly covering the tops of his

new low-riding "Hostess Twinkie" G-String. He turned around,

looked

over his shoulder, and saw that the tight G-String made his ass look

smaller than it already was.

'What am I going to do? I can't go out there looking like this!'

Lance exclaimed out loud to himself, horrified!

As if on cue, he felt another change begin. His shirt, which had hung

to cover the top of his new G-String began to creep upward, and the

fabric began to loosen on his chest and torso. Lance quickly reached

to unbutton his shirt to take it off, because it was much too large

for him now. He could feel movement on his shoulders and arms, and

looked down only to watch as his entire body seemed to tightening,

getting impossibly skinny and ripped, and his cock was BULGING out of

his G-String!

Before he could panic further about his clothing, he felt a pleasant

sensation of warmth radiating all through his body. The hairs on his

body continued to slowly pull themselves inward, disappearing from

his arms and legs. His eyes darted around his body, watching for

other changes, and he saw that chest remained smooth, but began to

harden and push outward, forming into a pair of small, yet firmly

defined set of pecs. His abs, too, hardened and pushed out, becoming

even more toned and visible. He could feel the fabric of the G-String

pulling outward and becoming even tighter as his now-smaller ass

becoming even firmer, and growing into a pleasant bubble shape.

Looking up into the mirror again, Lance saw that his fuzzy, close-

cropped blonde hair had grown a little on the front, and stuck

straight up, the color changing to a PLATINUM blonde. He felt a

slight pulling sensation as his stubble vanished from his face,

leaving him looking totally clean-shaven. Finally, he saw his fairly

pale skin darken slightly, showing a hint of a tan.

Lance recoiled from the image before him in the mirror, and turned to

run out of the bathroom, before catching another view of himself in

the mirror, realizing that his friends would SEE his mysterious new

appearance if he went outside!

He still looked more or less like his old self, even with

these "modifications", though he now obviously now had the

appearance

of a flaming gay twink. His friends would recognize him, and he

didn't know what to do!

That's when his mind finally changed too. He could feel almost a

sense of pulling in his head, and suddenly he felt a snapping sound

in his ears. Feeling a bit groggy, Lance now looked again at his new

self in the mirror. He hadn't been able to see it before, but now he

noticed how CUTE he looked. He had the twink body he should have been

working for before, and now LOVED the fact that he could be a fuck

toy for any man who wanted him! He laughed at his thoughts from

moments before, wondering why he'd ever be afraid to wear the G-

String he now tightened around his ass, and couldn't IMAGINE being

straight!

"AS IF!"' he giggled to himself, posing in front of the

mirror,

blowing kisses to his reflection.

He looked himself one last time, posing in front of the mirror, and

paused for a moment, seeming to remember a paler, less in shape guy

having been in here a minute ago. Lance disregarded the thought as

unpleasant, since the guy obviously wasn't interested in other guys,

though he HAD been kind of cute!

With that, the newly created twink skipped out of the bathroom

happily, eager to get both of his ears pierced (and the tip of his

penis TOO! He thought excitedly!). The place he went to down the

street also did tattooing, and he sweetly asked to have a tattoo

engraved on his arm in his new, lisping voice.

"What do you want it to say?" the Tattoo artist asked Lance.

"HOSTESS TWINKIE, COURTESY OF STALLION PRODUCTIONS!" the

transformed

Lance Bass squealed, feeling only pleasure as it was engraved into

his bicep, while his tongue, ears and penis were pierced…

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J.C and Howie waited outside on the sidewalk for Lance, them both

signing autographs and getting impatient waiting for Lance, who

seemed to be taking FOREVER to get out of that bathroom!

"Hey girlfriendth, wait up!" the "new" Lance lisped loudly,

prancing

towards them, wearing only a bulging G-String.

J.C. turned his head to see a flaming pansy jogging towards

them. "Dude, don't look now but here's coming another one of

those

fairies!" He elbowed Howie, laughing.

Howie scoffed. "If this turns out to a fucking faggy New Year's

celebration, where the fuck are we going to cruise for babes?"

J.C. glanced back again, giving the little faggot the finger. "I know

it. This sucks." The little fairy was racing towards them. Then

J.C.'s eyes bulged. "Holy fuck!" he exclaimed!

"What?" Howie said, turning to see what J.C. was staring at.

"Its... its Lance!!!!" J.C. said in shock.

Howiel did a double take. "No fucking way dude! That CAN"T be

him!"

"Loothe the attitude, Howie, it'th tho not you!" this blonde pansy

boi lisped as he wiggled his now limp wrists at them, blowing them

kisses.

J.C. gaped at him. "Lance...? Is that really YOU??" he asked,

astonished.

"Of courthe it'th me, thilly - who did you exthpect - Ricky Martin?"

shaking his new G-Stringed butt in front of them flirtily, his new

golden hoops dangling from his ears.

J.C. stared at this little gay twink. It WAS Lance, except he was

blonder than ever and wearing a G-String that showed more than J.C.

EVER wanted to see! And to top it off, Lance had hoops in his ears

and an eyebrow stud. J.C. couldn't believe this was his friend

standing there swishing his wrists and little bubble butt. "What the

fuck happened to you Lance??!! You look like a faggot!"

"Oh pleathe," Lance rolled his eyes with a swish of his hand. "Ath if

you haven't thucked your share of cockth, you prima donna!."

"I should deck your fairy ass for saying that, you homo! I don't

know WHAT happened to you, but I don't want you anywhere NEAR

me!"

J.C shouted, but he was already feeling a little woozy himself as he

breathed in Lance's sweet new scent.

The re-born Lance Bass rubbed his almost naked body eagerly against

J.C.'s and breathed in his ear "You're justth KIDDING,

sweetie! I

KNOW you want to PLAY with me, you QUEER" and kissed him on the

cheek.

J.C. pulled his head away and said "How dare you that I'm a queer!

And jutht though you know, that G-String maketh you look fat, you

thlut!" his voice lisping too now, but he was so caught up in his

self-righteous anger that he didn't even notice.

Howie couldn't believe his eyes as J.C. began slowly changing before

his eyes! J.C. appeared to be getting younger and shorter, losing

four years in age and 5 inches from his previous height of six feet.

At the same time he was losing weight, from 180 lbs. down to 120 lbs.

J.C.'s clothing, a soccer jersey and jeans, appeared even baggier

than usual and his feet were swimming in his now-oversized sneakers

and socks.

Howie found his vision blurring for a moment, and after rubbing his

eyes, he was in for yet another shock. J.C. was happily undressing

and changing into a skimpy G-String identical to the one Lance was

wearing now, that hung unbelievably low on his hips, barely covering

his dick, which appeared to be bulging underneath. He was still

yelling at Lance, but the tone of his voice had now changed along

with his appearance, and he was rubbing Lance's G-String-clad

penis.

"Lancie, you know I could NEVER thtay mad at you!" J.C. lisped,

wrapping his now bare arms around Lance's, reaching on tiptoes to

give him a long kiss on the lips, and the two embraced romantically

right on the street, kissing each other!

Howie was just beginning to take all of this in as he noticed

J.C.'s

brown hair had turned a flaming white color and lengthened down his

neck in a mass of tousled floppy hair. The rest of J.C.'s body

was

now as hairless as Lance's had become. Releasing his arms from

Lance's neck, J.C. turned around and said to Howie, smiling

sweetly "Why so quiet, loverboy? You know I'm your boi too!" as he

and Lance rubbed each other's almost naked, ripped bodies,

batting

their eyes at him identically now.

J.C. was now wiggling his tongue to kiss Howie, but for some reason,

instead of puking or slugging him, Howie found himself wanting

J.C.'s

embrace. He fell into his arms and couldn't resist the feel of

his

tight, hairless body.. The long, manicured fingernails of Lance

clawed Howie's back (was he wearing polish on them?), and Howie

could

feel the gold stud in Lance's tongue as it licked the nape of his

neck. All these changes he was witnessing were making him dizzy,

making him almost lose consciousness. What was happening? Not him

too!

Howie felt yet another wave of dizziness and tried to push Lance

away, trying to get his bearings back. He looked down at his normally

hairy legs and noticed them changing, the hair vanishing as he

watched! He looked at his arms and noticed the same thing happening

to them. Was all his body hair disappearing?

Howie struggled and ran away from their embrace to look at his

reflection in a nearby store window. He was right. He was as hairless

as a pre-pubescent boy now! He blinked again and realized that all

of his remaining hair had turned as blonde as Lance's and

J.C's were

now. Another wave of dizziness hit him and Howie felt a pinch in his

nose. He reached up to feel a thick ring had been inserted through

his septum by a smiling Lance and J.C., feeling no pain as it was

pierced by them, with a golden ring that said "PROPERTY OF

STALLION

MANAGEMENT."

As his nose was pierced, Howie felt the last bits of his resistance

fade away. He eagerly stripped off his J-Crew pants and T-Shirt and

boxer shorts and put on his matching "Hostess Twinkie"

G-String., now

smiling happily at his own transformation. He now kissed both J.C.

and Lance furiously.

Before they could make out further, Lance lisped out to him. "Howie,

come on! We're going to be late for Nick Lachey's debut!"

"Of course!" Howie thought. "Nick Lachey is performing in Times

Square tonight! He is SUCH A HUNK!" he shouted girlishly, kissing

both of his friends on the lips again and pulling up his Speedo

quickly. The transformation was complete. The three friends no longer

had any memory of the lives they had led just moments ago, as they

ran to get to the performance on time, only pausing to kiss each

other again and again. They each loved doing this, but they were all

dreaming of the hunks they could service, their three now hairless

penises getting harder and harder at the thought of it!. They all

even had a vague knowledge now that they had a MASTER, who they all

LONGED to meet in person!

As the three boy friends pranced down the street, holding hands, Nic

smirked in accomplishment, not helping but notice that they

couldn't

keep their hands off each other, as he followed with Kevie and Justie

under his jacket, who were licking his tattooed pecs up and down and

occasionally smooching with other, and he had to scold them by

spitting on them. What was he going to do with them when they got to

the Gay Lachey's debut, he wondered, as Kevie and Justie both

buried

their blonde heads in his arm pits….

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