Day at the Park - The Trickster

Tricksters are interesting beings. Blessed with reality altering powers, they can alter objects, people, thoughts, anything you can imagine really. But Tricksters aren’t humans per say. They take our appearance, use our language to communicate, they wear or clothes, eat and breathe like normal people, but they most definitely aren’t people. They don’t have our base desires, our impulses and our needs. Wielding unlimited power, they don’t thirst for global domination, riches and fame, as all those things would be easily within their grasp, too easily. Instead, they take their life’s pleasure in messing with people, changing them, their jobs, their relationship, their bodies and even their thoughts, leaving them stuck in a new undesired life. People changed this way usually remember who they were before, but their new personalities are overpowering, and so they are stuck acting like the people they become, whether they like it or not. Sometimes, the changes have some reason and meaning behind them, some kind of twisted lesson the Trickster thinks it is providing to its poor and helpless victims, other times it is just change for the sake of change, a change for fun, at least in the strange creature’s eyes.

This Trickster in particular was up for a day of mischief at the park. Rainy forecast mysteriously became sunny, to ensure that plenty of potential victims would be up and about for a nice stroll in the neighborhood green spaces, enjoy the first bit of sun and warm weather in a while. Taking on the inconspicuous appearance of an older gentleman with a cane, the Trickster left his house, smiling and whistling happily, noticing many people already walking around on the sidewalks, taking in the fresh air. This was going to be an incredibly fun, and very productive day, he thought to himself as he walked towards the park, already scanning around for his first subjects of the day.

As he entered the park, an athletic man rushed past him at high speeds, almost colliding with him. Had he been an actual old man and not a timeless immortal being, he might even have been knocked down. The jogger obviously needed to learn some respect, and maybe slow down his running a tad, the Trickster thought, smiling mischievously. Using its powers for the first time today, the creature focused on the running man, who was getting further and further away on the paved path. His defined abs and trimmed muscles faded away, disappearing underneath a layer of fat. He started slowing down, his breath becoming ragged and unstable, his face red with effort and covered in sweat. But he wasn’t just becoming out of shape. The accumulating fat seemed to group around on his ass, hips and pecs, bulging out as his features softened and his hair lengthened, tying up in a tight ponytail, a sports bra appearing to cover his new tits. Stopping to regain her breath against a tree, the chubby homely girl looked nothing like the gorgeous fit athlete that stood in her place mere moments ago. That would teach him a lesson in humility, the Trickster thought with a smile. Yes, the new girl would try and exercise regularly to fend off the excess weight she was putting on, but with her awful eating habits she would have a hard time doing so. The creature walked past the wheezing girl, who was still gasping for air, looking for its next target.

When he noticed the two loud men sitting on a bench, laughing boisterously and disturbing the somber quiet sense of tranquility that the park offered, the Trickster knew he had his next two volunteers. Walking up to them, the stench of bad booze flared up his nostrils. Whether they had begun drinking early, or just never stopped from the night before, he didn’t know, nor cared. Standing next to the bench, leaning on his cane, he checked over to see if one of them would even consider getting up and letting the old man sit, but no, both of them remained seated, drinking from a bottle wrapped in a paper bag, talking loudly, slurred words resounding through the air. The Trickster decided that they should be doing better things with there mouths, and their tongues, and so they started to change. Having gotten his groove on for the day, the changes were much faster, almost instantaneous, as hair lengthened, features softened, clothes shifted, and where two drunken frat boys were sitting were now two average looking girls, a blonde and a redhead. Looking at each other for a few seconds, stunned, the confusion in their eyes switched to love, and then lust, as the two women started making out passionately on the park bench, ramming their tongues down each other’s throat. As a farewell gift, the Trickster made it so no one would notice anything going on with these two for a while, and temporarily boosted their libido to the maximum. Now these two wouldn’t be making too much noise for a while, as their tongues would be too busy to do much talking.

His eyes then fell on an uptight woman dressed in a business suit talking on her cellphone in an aggressive tone, walking as fast as her high heels would permit. She was obviously ranting her ass off to some poor secretary about a minor issue, while the secretary was probably already working for hours while the boss was coming in late, typical. As he was getting closer to her, he could hear her quite clearly.

“These reports need to be sent by Noon! Tell Jackson that if they aren’t ready by then his ass is fired! No, you tell him! I am on my way, but he needs to do those now! And call me back as soon as you’re done!”

With that she hung up, an exasperated look on her face. Well, if she wanted to be a bitch and bark orders at her employees like that, maybe the Trickster could help. But this plan needed a second participant, so he scanned the people around him, looking for someone suitable. His eyes fell on an average man, walking on the path, cellphone in hand, apparently much more important than the beautiful outdoor world all around him. He would do just fine. With a wave of his hand, more theatrical than actually necessary, all the clothes vanished from the lady, causing her to cry out in surprise, trying to cover her private parts in shame. But oddly no one seemed to notice or care about her sudden nakedness, instead continuing their activities as if nothing had happened. A snap of his finger, and a leash appeared out of thin air, leading down to a collar, tightly secured around her neck. She grabbed at it, confused, and tried to get it off, but before she had a chance to unclasp it the Trickster clapped his hands, and she fell on all fours, panting. Even more confused now, she tried asking for help, but all she could manage were a few barks, no words would escape he mouth. She then noticed the trickster laughing at her maniacally, and with no one else reacting, knew he must have something to do with this. So, she crawled to him on all fours, unable to get up and walk, boobs swaying below her, her body still human despite how she was forced to act, and tried to ask him what was going on, still only able to produce barks. She then felt a tugging on her leash, as the young man from earlier grabbed it and pulled on it.

“Down Princess, down! I am sorry, sir, she got away from me for a few moments. When this bitch gets in heat, she becomes desperate and tries to have any man have their way with her!”

“Its no worry son. Just make sure to give her a good fucking when you get back home, and I am sure she will be just fine!”

“Thank you, sir, I will!”

With a smile and a tug, he left with the woman on a leash. From now on she would be forced to act like a loyal dog, and everyone would see her that way as well, nothing but a bitch, with the only difference being that when she falls in heat, her master gladly helps her take care of her urges. That will teach her to be a bitch to her employees. Hopefully, she doesn’t mind eating and drinking from a bowl or spending the rest of her life on all fours, eager to make her lucky new master happy.

Seeing the young man and his pet made the Trickster happy. He decided that instead of punishing assholes, something he had done quite a bit of today already, maybe he should switch to rewarding people who deserved it. Obviously, not being quite human meant that his perception of people who deserved reward, or even of the reward itself, was twisted and flawed. But that didn’t stop him from thinking he was doing people a favor when he was changing them. So, when he saw those two homeless people dressed in ragged clothes, dirty and unshaven, and decided to improve their lives, maybe they wouldn’t have agreed on the word improved, had he asked them. But the Trickster didn’t ask, he just did. And so, they rapidly started changing, their already thin clothing falling apart, leaving them in only a skimpy pair of women’s lacy underwear. They didn’t have time to react before their bodies started changing to fit into the clothing, fake breasts filling out, asses expanding and dick receding into shaven, but very used pussies. In a matter of moments, there were two smiling hookers on the bench, one black and one seemingly eastern European with a very thick accent, presenting their enlarged rear to potential clients. They would still spend their time in the park, barely clothed and high on drugs or alcohol, but at least now they would be making money for it and have fun at the same time! Plus, they were now much younger and in better shape, it was a complete win for them, the Trickster thought, amazed at its own benevolence, as the two men were stuck forever in their new whore bodies, forced to act like the cheap hookers they now were.

Next, he saw a father and his teenaged daughter walking along the path, the daughter more interested in her cellphone than in the conversation that her father was trying to have with her. All fathers want to be as close as possible to their daughters, have lasting, meaningful relationship with them, get to know them, be there for them, right? The Trickster certainly thought so, and decided to gracefully grant the father’s unspoken, and honestly undesired, wish. The daughter herself didn’t change at all, but the father started quickly regressing in age, becoming younger and younger, wrinkles fading, beard receding, until he was just a little older than her. Then the changes became more drastic, his figure blossomed out in a womanly fashion, hair falling straight down past his shoulders, skin becoming soft and pale, before tanning in an artificial color. His clothes shifted into a plain white shirt and a squared skirt, matching his daughter’s outfit, and then it was done. He was no longer her father, but her older sister, who she would idolize, imitate and constantly hang out with, her best friend basically. Of course, not having a father figure around and only a mom taking care of them meant that both girls were very feminine and girlish, but that was alright to them, because they didn’t know any better. Except for the father, stuck deep down in this feminine body, unable to act like anything else than the girl he had just become, his own daughter’s older sister. Maybe he would grow to enjoy his new renewed relationship with his daughter, maybe he would hate his new feminine body, the Trickster didn’t know, nor did he care, only believing that this was a gift he gave to the both of them, pursuing on with his day.

As he was about to exit the park and call it a day, he noticed a lone man, looking longingly at another couple nearby, almost spying on them. Maybe he yearned after this specific girl, who was obviously not available romantically at the moment, maybe he just wanted a relationship of his own, or maybe he was just a pervert creep. It didn’t matter, as the Trickster decided that if he envied that couple so much, he should just be with them. So, against his will, the lone boy started walking towards the couple, changing with every step. Hair grew, hips widened, breasts plumped up and muscles melted away, leaving only baby fat. When he finally arrived next to them, he was left a full-figured woman. Before she had a chance to try to explain, or for them to ask what she wanted, the woman in the couple started changing as well, undergoing the revers of what she had just been through. Hair got shorter and darker, figure bulked up, bristly hair appearing on her arms as a dick pushed out of her pussy, leaving her as a man, a very confused man. The other man then vanished instantly without a trace, leaving the remaining man and woman dazed and puzzled, before the new girl bent over in sudden pain around her midsection. When she stood back up, her heavily pregnant belly was made apparent, indicating exactly just what had happened to the missing man. She then looked at her husband with love and pride, sitting down on the grass and letting him rest his head on her pregnant belly, letting him hear the heartbeat of their yet to be born daughter, and caressing his hair lovingly.

The Trickster couldn’t help but smile at the heartwarming show of love before him, of his own fabrication of course, but nevertheless beautiful, leaving the soon to be parents to their intimacy. No doubt they would celebrate their love and passion for each other tonight with long rounds of lovemaking. He exited the park and returned to his den, whistling all the way, thinking back to the people’s lives he had improved, and those he had punished. This had been a good day, hopefully the next one would be as exciting, and as fun.

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