It was the trip of a lifetime. They’d been planning practically since they’d met, and it was finally happening. Damian and Adam were finally visiting Tokyo. So far, it was everything they’d dreamed it would be… but Damian was hoping those dreams would get just a bit sweeter.

“It’s supposed to be right around this corner,” Damian said, almost giddy.

“What’s gotten into you,” Adam asked. “Got something planned?”

“You could say that,” Damian said.

The building on the narrow city street was unassuming and industrial. Anyone could have dismissed it as just another small manufacturing facility of some kind. There certainly were a lot of workshops and factories in this part of town. But as they drew closer, some small English text became visible beneath the Japanese on the sign.

Adam squinted at it. “Tokyo Anatomical Modifications and Transformations…”

Damian had to suppress a snicker as he saw the wheels turning in Adam’ head. He looked over the display windows, which were papered with huge banners depicting generic male and female figures in pairs. On the left side of each pair was the simple body, the likes of which one might see on a restroom sign. On the right side was a random geometric shape. Sometimes a cube, sometimes a sheet, sometimes a ball. And between the two, an arrow with some sort of untranslated Japanese text that Damian suspected was some sort of sound effect, like *SQUOOSH* or *SPLAT*.

He knew the precise moment Adam figured it all out, because a vivid blush came to his face and he glanced about, flustered.

“W-why would we go to a place like this, Damian,” he said.

Damian placed his hand on his hip. “Hmm, let’s see. Why would we go to a place that specializes in true-to-life Transformation Illusions? Why would we go to a place that will give you an up close and personal view of all sorts of reconfigurations? Maybe because someone I know is into that sort of thing.”

“H-how long have you known?”

“Since like the first weekend I stayed over your house? You’re the only guy I’ve ever met who doesn’t use private mode when he’s looking up his kink. The kind of stuff your computer auto-completed, seriously. But what are we waiting for? I booked us a time slot. Let’s tour the place!”

They pushed their way through the doorway. Almost immediately, Damian became a little concerned. It wasn’t as flashy as he’d expected. For what amounted to a very specific kink-showcase, he would have expected a little more color and pizzazz. Mostly it was very clean, very clinical. Like the show room of a regular factory. Given the difficulty of even finding such a place, he hadn’t had enough time to fully look into the kind of services or ratings it got. Now he was wondering if it was going to be a bust. There wasn’t even a tour guide!

Damian pulled out his phone and poked his way through the confirmation for the time slot he’d reserved.

“Let’s see… It says we should head to the second floor, and choose one of the sample chambers to select our desired modification.”

They climbed a nearby staircase and came to a row of rooms that, Damian had to admit, were at least a little closer to what he was expecting. They were labeled ‘Private Booth” followed by a number, and his confirmation gave him access to Booth 3. It instantly put him in mind of an adult bookstore or something, where people would rent little private areas to indulge themselves. This was going to be fun after all!

He bleeped the door open and stepped inside. The room beyond the door was split in half by a floor to ceiling glass wall. Behind it, assorted pieces of machinery were mounted to the wall. They mostly looked like mechanical arms with soft silicon pincers, though a whole assortment of buffers, rollers, and other accessories were visible. In the center of the room, right in front of the glass wall, was a pedestal with a tablet computer attached.

Mercifully, the screen offered a “select language” button. Damian tapped “English” and a prompt came up. The buttons read “accept” or “reject” and were accompanied by a massive waiver form.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Damian said, zipping to the end of it and tapping accept.

Scanning, said the screen.

Arms tipped with cameras lowered down from above and aligned first with Damian, then with Adam to snap some pictures. A picture of each of them, snipped from the background to just show the men themselves, appeared on the screen.

Select subject, the screen read.

“Well? Damian said. “I guess it’ll do a simulation based on our own images. Pretty nifty. Go ahead. We’re here for you. Make a pick.”

“What’s going to happen?” Adam said.

“Like I said, it’s a TF factory. It’s going to do some squash and shape stuff. Probably in that chamber there. Who knows how they do it. Animatronics? Projection mapping? Who cares? Have fun!”

Adam tapped the picture of Damian.

“Ooooh,” Damian said. “All this time I kind of thought your fantasy would be having it happen to you.”

Adam blushed a little more and shrugged. The screen had new options now, and seeing them almost made Adam visibly tremble with excitement. The options were simple rotating 3D models with labels. Pancake, cube, noodle, ball. Adam quickly tapped “Ball.”

Behind the glass, the arms started to slip into the wall and new ones started to emerge. The chamber was getting the proper tools ready to put on the show. Glass wall snapped open, a door swinging open on previously unseen hinges at the edge of the glass. Two robotic arms with U-shaped padded tends telescoped out and snapped shut around Damian, interlocking around his upper arms and clicking into a ring, binding him gently but firmly.

Before he could object, the arms hauled him up and drew him into the chamber. The door clicked shut.

“H-hey. What’s going on?” Damian said.

“I don’t know,” Adam said, tapping at the screen in an attempt to cancel it.

More silicon-coated grippers emerged from the floor of the chamber. They clacked onto Damian’s ankles. The capture ring popped open. A flurry of other arms descended. Buttons were neatly undone. His stylish shirt and undershirt were pulled from his body. While half of the outfit was skillfully folded beside a now topless Damian, the capture ring clacked back into place, pinning his arms once more and hoisting him up. His shoes and socks were pulled free, then his pants and underwear. Just like that, he was stripped nude, trapped in a glass booth with Adam on the other side with a very conflicted look on his face.

On one hand, Adam clearly hadn’t been expecting this. On the other hand, his mind and body seemed to agree that it was precisely what he’d been hoping for. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape as his boyfriend was now dangling like a piece of meat, his gorgeous body completely exposed. A visible bulge had formed in his jeans, and he was squirming a bit. He was incredibly into what he was seeing.

Damian was so distracted by the sight of his boyfriend getting off on his predicament, he didn’t notice that the ankle braces had reengaged and were slowly spreading, separating his legs. A soft click from below revealed a small door opening. Pole started to rise up. It was tipped with a glistening, lubricated probe of some sort. It continued upward until it nudged at his butt cheeks. Then, with a soft, moist *PLUP* and a gasp from Damian, it eased inside.

“Nnng…” he moaned, the intrusion filling him nicely and pushing a few or the right buttons at the same time.

Fresh arms, these tipped with spray nozzles, spritzed him. He shivered at the cool spray, but it quickly began to warm, like some of those special massage oils that tingled when you smoothed them on. The nozzles didn’t stop until he was entirely coated with the warming spray, his athletic body glistening with the oily stuff.

The pole rose up more. He yelped, and groaned with pleasure as it started to actually support his weight, using the probe in his butt like a handle to keep him in place while strange little dishes formed beneath each of his feet. His legs were pulled straight by their shackles. Then the dishes started to press upward. A pressure started to build up, which combined with the warmth from the oil made his legs feel hot and tense. He felt the pressure first in his hips. It wasn’t painful, but it was intense. The growing pressure started to penetrate his body, like his legs were somehow slipping into him. When he was able to pull his thoughts from the lovely, firm sensation between his cheeks, he realized that his legs were easing inward. He tried to push them back out, to put up a fight against the machine, but all he managed to do was cause the muscles of the truncating legs to flex and bulge a bit as they mashed into his pelvis. When the dishes reached his body and he could feel their rims press into his hips, they started vibrating in place. Considering the edges of the dishes were teasing at the base of his cock and balls, the vibration caused what was already an impressive erection to swell to something aching for release.

The dishes pulled away with a soft, suction cup-like pop. His feet were now little pressed neatly into his hips, toes barely able to wriggle. The capture ring popped open again, and even more of his weight pushed down on the probe in his butt. He flailed his arms, trying to keep his balance, but high precision arms snatched them and pulled them straight, then a second set of dishes appeared.

His eyes widened as he felt the smooth, warm metal flatten against his palms and keep moving. He heard a thump on the glass and realized that Adam had approached, he had a hand pressed to the glass and the other kneading at the bulge in his jeans. He was lost in lust, utterly transfixed by the display before him.

Damian squirmed as the pressure built. The oil, to say nothing of the stimulation from the probe and the vibration, had his heart racing. But now, as his arms mashed ever closer to his body, he felt something new. The mashed-up anatomy was quivering with raw sensation, like it was feeling every pleasurable sensation a limb could experience, but all at once. A massage, a tickle, a hug, a squeeze, all fused into one glorious feeling. But that feeling was spreading. His nerves were packed so tight, his whole body was sensitizing. The dishes touched his shoulder and vibrated, rattling his whole body and making his dick waggle like a flagpole in the grips of a tornado. At this rate, he was going to blow his load just from the sensation of being packed tight.

The vibration stopped disappointingly short of pushing him to climax, but the machine wasn’t done with him. A new probe lowered down from above. It inched toward his mouth, poking at his lips. He kept his mouth locked shut. Fun was fun, but this was getting absurd. The whole machine paused, as if waiting for him to obligingly say ‘aaah.’ When he failed to comply, he heard a soft tone, then shuddered as the probe sliding ever deeper into his ass started to vibrate. The feeling was sensational, ramping up his already painfully intense arousal.

“Uuuuhh-ULK”

The moment his mouth opened for the involuntary moan of bliss, the probe slurped between his lips and down his throat. He was completely immobile now, spit-roasted between two soft rods. All could do was wriggle his torso, which was all that was left of him after all. Large padded rollers dropped down on either side of him. They pushed against his shoulders and hips (and his hands and feet, which were occupying the same space). They felt like over-inflated pool floats, firm but with a bit of rubbery give to them. They slowly began to rotate, spinning his body in place with the probes in his mouth and ass as the axis of rotation. He whimpered in confusion and arousal, feeling his already oversensitive body being mashed tighter. His torso started to press down. His shoulders and hips started to even out. The rollers kept mushing against his face, and each time they rolled past it his view was a little lower, and a little wider. Faster and faster he spun, more and more of the rollers making contact. The only thing spared, thanks to a complex choreography of the rollers sliding up and down at the right rhythm, were his dick and balls.

The rollers suddenly retracted, and the probe in his mouth yanked downward and popped out. His lips were still in a tight O shape, and he couldn’t seem to close them. Fortunately, the yank had brought his vision down to stare out the glass wall as his rotation on the anal probe slowed to a stop.

Adam had slipped his one hand into his shirt, stroking his own chest. The fingers of his other hand were against his lips. The raw lust was practically radiating off him. Again, the sight was almost enough for Damian to miss the next step in his makeover.

A buffing wheel, identical to the sort of thing that would be used to power-wax a car, emerged from the floor. It spun up to speed, and slowly rose toward him. He could feel the breeze of its rotation on his throbbing member, then shuddered as the waxy fibers started to slide across the sensitive underside of his tip. His dick quivered and twitched as the spinning buffer edged it farther and farther up. Soon it was pressing against his near-spherical belly. Compacted as he was, it nearly reached his mouth as it was mashed against him. Heat and vibration started to shove him toward the long-overdue climax, but the greater the pressure, and the greater the stimulation, the tighter his dick was pressed. It was like someone was cranking a valve shut, refusing to release the pressure. He could feel the dick getting the same hyper-sensitizing treatment as his arms, legs, and torso, but the harder it pressed and the flatter it mashed, the more his body needed. The sliding, mashing sensation pushed him well past the point of orgasm. But tamped so tight against him, there was no way for him to ejaculate, so the feeling just kept building.

The buffer was touching his belly on either side now. His dick was fully flatted against him. More buffers emerged and pressed him from all sides. The world was blotted out in a vibrating, sipping, sliding, shaking, wobbling, mashing, squishing, squeaking, slippery chaos. Then, just as suddenly as it began, there was a soft *DING* and they pulled away. A camera dropped down and aimed at him. Then a screen dropped down to show the feed.

He was a ball. Perfectly spherical and glossy as a billiard ball. His hands and feet were little more than vague shapes at four points on the ball. His cock and balls were barely decals decorating the front. His face was similarly more of a design, a pattern. Only his eyes had any motion. The only part of the entire surface that spoiled the perfection of the sphere was the mouth, which was a slightly puckered hole with a rubbery, slick interior.

His mind had yet to come to terms with what he’d become when he felt a violent breeze whisking up from below him. He quivered and slipped, easing off the probe until he vanished into a tube above him with a cartoonish *FOONK*. His taut body rebounded and rolled against the inside of the tube, then plummeted to *GLOING* off the ground. The hollow, basketball-like sound trembled over the surface of his body, causing his orgasm-denied body to buzz with arousal. Warm, soft hands snatched him out of the air and he was suddenly gazing up into the hungry eyes of Adam. His boyfriend his fingers over the surface of Damian, producing a long, delicious squeak and resonating his achingly sensitive body like a musical wine glass.

Adam licked his lips, then looked about, as if afraid someone would take his prize from him. He shakily opened the canvas tote bag hanging from his shoulder and dropped Damian inside, topping him with his neatly folded clothes.

~~~

Adam stumbled into their little hotel room and slammed the door behind him. He was already fighting with his belt before he’d reached the bedroom. He slid his pants down and tugged down his tighty-whities, then roughly dumped this bag onto the bed. Damian’s clothes tumbled out onto the sheets, then the perfect, basketball-sized orb of his boyfriend bounced on the bed and rolled off to wedge between the mattress and the end table.

Adam scrambled up onto the bed and pulled him free. The surface was so incredibly smooth, but he could still feel the warmth of his lover’s body as half-lidded eyes and blushing cheeks could be seen at the top of the ball. A half-heard whimper through the o-shaped mouth curled as a warm breath against his face. Adam lowered him down, nudging the other, much tighter pucker that had been left by the probe. His dick started to edge inside, and the whole Damian ball wobbled like he’d flipped a switch, wriggling and quivering more and more with each inch he drove into the ball. It was tight, little eager clenches gripping his shaft as he slid it deeper. He started to bob the ball up and down, humping it to the music of lewd squeaks and squelches combined with reverberating moans through Damian’s tube of a mouth.

Pent up as he was, it didn’t take long before he was pumping the little ball full of his seed. He forced it tight against his crotch, driving himself hilt deep as it gripped and milked him. Not until he’d ridden the climax all the way to its end and he’d begun to soften did he lift the ball and allow himself to flop free.

He pulled the ball to his sweaty chest and hugged it like a treasured stuffed animal.

“You’re going to be so much fun…” he said, drawing little circles around the pink dots of Damian’s buffed-flat nipples.

~~~

A few days later, a very tired but very satisfied-looking Adam boarded the airplane to head back home. Normally, he would have his tablet as his personal item, but today it was packed away in the overhead bin. Instead, he cradled a canvas tote bag with a tight, bouncy form packed inside. Something told Adam he’d be making more than one trip to the airplane’s bathroom to play with his precious toy..