Posted Mon Nov 16, 2015 | 125 Words | Tagged story

He got the clover tattoo as a dare. He never expected any changes until it started to hurt. It caused the pain to grow as the tattoo radiated out changes to his body. Each hair individually started lightening, his muscle shrinking away to almost nothing.

But he found it hot more and more. He’d find himself with his dick out more, just enjoying the bliss of it. Didn’t he have a job? It was hard to think of anything like that.

He showed up at his new master’s door, lost and scared he didn’t know where he was. They always knew where home was, one of the few things programmed to remain in them. The rest was just a ginger twink slave, ready to serve.