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The village of Villeneuve was lively, yet relatively quiet over all. The morning air and hue set the early tone of the charming scene. The sounds of birds singing, pipping, rivaled with the ambiance of the townsfolk gabbing among themselves.

Then, an intrusive gunshot rudely broke through the collected morning character.

LeFou, the short, eccentric village idiot, paced around frantically like the goofball he was with a large white cloth sack stretched out in his hands. He panted, watching the corpse of the duck fall from the sky. The bumbling fool tried all he could to get the right angle, then…

*thump*

The deceased waterfowl landed with a smack on the paved dirt floor of the village. Once he was certain the one who fired the shot didn’t see his mistake, LeFou snatched the bird by its leg and tossed it into his sack before he then returned to his idol.

His idol, a one of a kind man, esteemed all throughout Villeneuve. He stood tall holding a blunderbuss, with onyx black hair, fair, weathered skin, and piercing blue eyes. The mere imagining what went on under that red tunic and black pants of his would make any girl worth their salt blush and swoon.

He was the village’s pride, the pillar of masculinity - Gaston!

“H-Wow! You didn’t miss a single shot, Gaston! You’re the greatest hunter of all!” LeFou excitedly praised his master figure, his broad mouth showing a huge smile with a mix-matched set of teeth. Gaston blew the pitiful stream of smoke riding from the crown of his gun.

“I know,” Gaston replied plainly, beginning his trek down the road. His deep voice reeked of polished, noble virility.

“Hahaha! No beast alive stands a chance against you!” LeFou glorified the practical Greek God, lifting the deer carcass and following the target of his flattery during his haughty strut. “And no girl for that matter!”

“It’s true, LeFou!” Gaston proudly declared with a grin, lifting the shorter, dwarf-like fellow and wrapping his arm around his neck in a headlock. The raven-haired stud blatantly ignored his pleading grunts. “And I’ve got my sights set on that one!” Gaston motioned with his weapon to a brunette girl in a white and blue commoner dress.

It was unanimously agreed upon that the girl was peculiar, curious, always having her face stuffed in a book. Whether she was ahead of her time or simply bizarre was up for interpretation.

“She’s the one, the lucky girl I’m going to marry!” Gaston stated with fawning optimism, loosening his hold on LeFou.

“The inventor’s daughter? B-But she’s-“

“The most beautiful girl in town.” Gaston dropped his manlet friend, his masculine voice simmering in volume as he rubbed his stone-like, bony cheek.

“I know, but-“

“And that makes her the best!” Gaston continued on with his raving, carelessly plummeting his blunderbuss onto LeFour, who howled with a mild pang. “Don’t I deserve the best?” Gaston, lifting LeFou from his low place, questioned threateningly with a grimaced grin, his jagged brows pointing toward the bridge of his nose.

“W-Well, o-of course, Gaston! Er-“

“There is only SHE, who is as beautiful as me!” Gaston interrupted with a vain affirmation, gazing at his ultra-masculine reflection in the shiny silver pan hung on the ceiling of a nearby shop.

While he was occupied with his self-admiration, LeFou spotted the brunette girl strolling past them, her eyes scanning every inch of the pages as she walked.

“So I’m making plans to woo and-“ Gaston abruptly ceased his speech when he felt a tapping against his wrist. He snapped a glance ahead at whatever the hell LeFou was pointing at, that’s when he saw her.

Every moment he spent looking at Belle, it made his heart, his soul, weep with pure joy. This time wasn’t any different.

Gaston marched after the blue and white-clad mademoiselle, perusing her through the narrowed streets. Nothing could stop him from reaching her, not a lousy wagon, not the crowd of other townsfolk that threatened to mesh her among them.

He was like a beast stalking its prey. Oh, if ever a comparison was so apt. Truly he wasn’t that malicious, right?

“Excuse me!” Gaston hollered, finessing past the horde of nameless, insignificant commoners. With every stride, every movement his brutish body made, he grew closer to Belle. The beautiful mademoiselle wandered closer to the grassy hills and fields that surrounded the village. There stood no one in his way, nothing but the perfect chance to take what was rightfully his.

Gaston strode up to the brunette, hovering behind her with his imposing frame. The odd girl was so engrossed in that damn book that she barely even noticed him, or so it seemed.

“Ahem! Hello, Belle.” Gaston said in a soothing tone, one that would make any woman fall in love with him instantly.

“Bonjour, Gaston.” Belle merely replied, her voice polite and mellow. Her head stayed tilted toward the inked pages of her book, her eyes tracing over the words etched in black.

Gaston furrowed his brows at the girl’s lack of acknowledgment of his presence. He grew skeptical of what it was she was so fascinated about. The dashing brute reached forward and slipped the book free from Belle’s hands, inspecting the contents of the book as she turned toward him.

“Gaston, may I have my book, please?”

“How can you read this? There’s no pictures!” Gaston confusedly rummaged through the pages, arching one of his black brows. His curiosity wasn’t unlike that of a child.

“Well, some people use their imagination.” Belle replied humbly, crossing her arms. Gaston turned his head, his lips curving into a smile and his eyes gazing into hers.

“Belle, you ought to get your head out of these books.” Gaston insisted, folding the book shut and turning fully to the girl he was destined to marry. He tossed the book behind his stone-like stature, hearing Belle gasp as it landed in a small, shallow puddle of mud. “Heh! You’d best focus on more important things! Like me~” He suggested with a twitch of his brows.

As Gaston stepped to the side, Belle reached and retrieved her book from the dirt brown puddle, shedding it of the mud, yet being careful as to not sully her white sleeves.

“Everyone in town is talking about it. It’s not right for a woman to read!” Gaston declared with a blatant smile on his face, standing beside his mademoiselle. “Soon she starts getting…ideas! A-And thinking!” He argued, his smile fading and his blue eyes wandering from the attention of the strange brunette girl.

“Gaston, you are positively primeval.” Belle said politely, hoping to earn less of the red-clad brute’s attention while she cleansed the blue hardcover with a white cloth. She knew her efforts faltered when she heard a chuckle erupt from Gaston.

“Well, thank you, Belle.” Gaston tugged at the open ‘v’ portion of the collar of his shirt before wrapping one of his bulky, tree trunk-like arms around her shoulders. “Whaddya say you and I head down to the tavern? We can take a look at my trophies!” He suggested, goading her.

“S-Sorry, Gaston. I can’t, m-maybe some other time.” Belle protested, swiveling out of Gaston’s grasp. “I really should be heading home now. I’ve got to help my father. Goodbye!” She clutched her book and turned, jogging down the dirt trail home.

Gaston let out a grumble, his brows tilting with a disapproving anger. His short-statured sidekick began guffawing, however.

“Haha! That crazy old loon! He needs all the help he can get!” LeFou remarked and continued his obnoxious laughter, prompting Gaston to join in.

“Hey! Don’t talk about my father that way!” Belle demanded loudly, glaring at LeFou.

“Yeah! Don’t talk about her father that way!” Gaston feigned his defense for Belle, bonking LeFou over the head with his firm, bony elbow.

“My father’s NOT crazy! He’s a genius! He-“

*BOOM*

Belle was cut off by an explosion coming from her humble abode which she shared with her father. She dashed toward her house, away from the laughs of Gaston and that dwarf, who were both proven right.

“Heh! Hahaha! That sure showed us, huh?” LeFou cackled once more. “Whaddya say we head over to the tavern, Gaston?” He asked.

Gaston blinked for a moment before glaring down at the goofball below him. His mind was filled with the rejection he received only mere moments prior.

“Or…m-maybe not?” LeFou blinked, his huge, hideous smile disappearing from his face entirely. Gaston sported a broad grin on his lips with a hearty chuckle.

“Yes, that sounds like a splendid idea.” Gaston agreed, wrapping his manlet friend in a gripping headlock once more. LeFou’s muffled, grunting pleas were ignored once more. “To the tavern!”

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Gaston sat in an elaborate velvet chair before a fire. His robust elbow sat posted on the sturdy right arm, his hand supporting his head as he glared up at the painting of himself, which sat above the pit of embers.

That girl…how could she deny him like that? Surely, he’d make a great husband for her. He was loyal as well! He ditched those Bimbette sisters for her, and only her.

He’d provide for her, protect her, give her a proper life for a proper wife. Yet somehow, she rejected him. HER, a 19 year old girl, all lonely. How? How could she?

“Er…Gaston?”

Gaston looked to the side of his seat, finding his loyal minion beside him, looking quite concerned about him, noticing his more laid-back, mellow, and…glum nature.

“Why…who does she think she is?!” Gaston rose from his seat with a bellow. “That girl has tangled with the wrong man! No one dismisses Gaston!” He declared with pride.

“Heh! Darn right!” LeFou rasped with a scoff.

“Renounced, rejected, humiliated even!” Gaston angrily vented his frustrations over the events prior. “It’s simply more than I can bear!” He raised his fist in protest.

“Excuse me? Gaston?”

Gaston and LeFou quickly glanced at a lanky, middle-aged villager approaching them.

“Louis? What do you want?” Gaston questioned with a pout, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows at the old man.

“Might I propose something? To help you woo this girl to your cause?” Louis suggested with a hopeful yet humble look.

“Oh, reeally?” Gaston asked, his brow arching with both skepticism and intrigue. “What, pray tell, is this object to finally do Belle in?” He inquired further, awaiting Louis’ reply, but a mere silence stood between them. “Well? Spit it out, then!” The macho-man demanded, his grin disappeared, along with any other semblance of friendliness.

“In the forests north of Villeneuve, there exists a deer, but not just any -  a mighty stag with fur white as pearls!” Louis told, sparing utterly no dramatics. “It is almost, no, EXACTLY equal in size to you! Its horns are sculpted of heavenly curves and perfect shapes. No doubt its head will go perfectly on your wall, and your handling of it would certainly earn Belle’s interest.” He elaborated with a grin.

Gaston’s smirk gradually returned to his lips. His mind raced with the scenarios of winning over Belle due to the capturing of this deer. This would almost certainly get him Belle’s hand in marriage.

And after that, the breeding would begin. Her future moans echoed in his mind as he imagined thrusting into her with his long, thick, veiny meat rod.

“LeFou…get my gun,” Gaston ordered, looking down at his short little minion with a devious smile.

It was simple, too simple, too good to be true, but Gaston had yet to see where his next endeavor would land him.

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Gaston marched through the drab green pine forest, his blunderbuss clutched with both hands. His ever-loyal sidekick trekked with him, hovering by his side. LeFou merely meandered around, scanning, monitoring the ever-green trees, waiting to be anything akin to useful.

The red-clad, brutish hunter gritted his fine, glowing white teeth together. His search, of course, came up empty for the time being. However, like any animal, he would bend it to his knees. No beast could escape from Gaston.

And neither could Belle. Gaston would have her in his arms yet!

The two continued through the mellow green woodlands. Gaston squinted his sky-blue eyes, for something had betrayed the green palate of the forest. The white-gray mirage seemingly moved, prompting Gaston’s eyes to shoot wide open. He swiped one of his arms to the side and knocked LeFou to the ground as he stood, watching his target from a distance.

LeFou found Gaston’s determined, fixed gaze into the trees ahead of them. He looked at his hero-friend’s object of fascination, blinking as he spotted what looked to be the exotic, pearl-furred stag.

“Stay with me,” Gaston whispered faintly, strafing to the trees to his left. His bulky, imposing frame strutted stealthily closer to the alabaster stag, enough for its ornate antlers to come into view. The thick, sizeable steps slowed, ceased as he raised his weapon, aiming the bell-like end of the firearm at the deer.

Gaston’s breaths came in and out at a gentle, easy pace as he steadied his weapon. The hypermasculine hunter leaned his leg forth and carefully strode closer to his prey. His blue eyes remained fixed on the godly cervine creature. The stag was huge! Saying it was equal in size to him was almost an understatement.

Gaston neared the deer, his finger arching around the trigger, then…

*Crrk!*

The snapping of a branch echoed throughout the forest. The stag ahead froze, and so did Gaston. He stood out like a sore thumb in the deep green serenity. The deer bolted, sprinting away from the human hunter.

“Dammit! Stay here, LeFou. I’ll handle this.” Gaston declared haughtily with a bellow before charging after the stag. His maw huffed out breaths aplenty as he ran, dodging the bases of the spruces. With each second passing, the beast gained more and more distance away from him.

Gaston’s breaths became heavier, sweat ran down his chiseled face. The icon of virility and stamina soon found himself unable to proceed after the angelic deer. He collapsed with a breath for a mere few moments before rising from the dark, black-brown, earthy floor. Gaston stood slumped against a nearby tree, his sweat raining onto the soil below. He quickly looked ahead with his blue eyes narrowed and clenched his blunderbuss once more, his teeth smashing together with a fierce grimace.

Gaston headed further into the dense forest, quickly glancing around for any sign of his prey. The hoofprints on the ground were faint and scattered. It was a skilled deer, his opponent. He spared a quick look to the left, then another upon finding a black-clothed, smaller figure approaching him slowly, creeping toward him. Gaston lowered his weapon and faced the odd sight.

His blue eyes adjusted to the short person, noticing its hunched appearance. Its face was visible, one of an elderly, heavily-aged woman. The black robe she wore was, in fact, NOT black, but an elegant dark green.

“You…I know you…” The old woman spoke in a gentle, yet stoic and wise voice.

“What?” Gaston balked back with confusion. “Who are you? Is this some sick ‘joke’? My grandmother’s been dead for twenty years!” He retorted aggressively with a bellow.

“We are not of the same blood, you and I.” The elderly woman replied, carefully strolling closer to the massive, brutish hunter. “You’ve come here on a quest for love, yes?” She asked, her visage barely budging, breaking free from its stone-like expression.

“I…yes! Yes, I have!” Gaston confirmed determinedly with a nod, though behind his sure grin was still a pit of bewilderment at her knowledge of his plight.

“Yet…you are ignorant.” The woman implied, prompting Gaston’s fairly positive look to shift into a contortion of annoyance.

“Excuse me?!” Gaston protested pridefully with an erupting bellow. “Ignorant?! ME?! Hah! I think it’s YOU who’s ignorant!” He retorted with a pair of black furrowed brows.

“You want this girl to love you, yet you know nothing of her, of who she is.” The woman stated, her eyes gazing into Gaston’s soul. “You only want her for your own vain desires, you’ve no empathy.” She added.

“Hmph! As if I need empathy.” Gaston pouted, brushing off the old hag’s statements. “Once I get my hands on that…BLASTED stag, I’ll finally have earned Belle’s heart!” He announced, arching both of his bulky, muscular arms.

“Then you truly know nothing.” The woman rested her case with a deadpan expression and tone. “You see, I knew someone like you, long ago. When he first saw me, he turned me away from his castle for my aged looks when I sought warmth and refuge, even when I offered him an elegant rose. However, when I showed him a face of beauty, he changed his tone. Instead of accepting his offer, I cursed him to a life of ugliness, as a beast.”

“Hah! Nice story,” Gaston guffawed, calling the old woman’s supposed bluff. “If only you had a black hat and a broomstick to go with it!” He remarked with another hefty laugh.

“You think I jest?” The witch asked, arching a brow.

“You think I’ll BELIEVE such an absurd story?! How stupid do I look to you?” Gaston questioned mockingly, a smirk sitting on his lips as he crossed his arms.

Then, he watched unfazed as the apparent witch reached into her robe. His brows rose with intrigue. Could she possibly prove him wrong? How?

The robed woman’s hand returned before her, with a glistening silver ring in her palm, adorned with elaborate curves carved in. The pale pink, diamond-shaped gemstone in the center of the strange piece of jewelry seemed to gleam for a mere couple moments. Surrounding the main gemstone was a crown-like crest on either side.

“You haven’t malice, only pride. You’ve not a judging bone in your body, unlike the beast who was once a man. I offer you a chance, a chance to make a compromise, to learn the compassion you need to be with this woman.” The witch said, her stoic voice conveying some amount of forgiveness.

“Does this get me Belle?!” Gaston questioned frantically, barely considering the witch’s words. He hadn’t any time to think, the elation ran through him deep to his core. If his plight was solved so easily by some elaborate ring, Gaston would gladly take it, even if he stood far ignorant of the consequences.

“Mayhaps…” The witch replied simply, the ambiguity lingering in the air between them. “Remember, all I’m offering you is a chance, a chance…to find the love within yourself, and earn love in return.” She reminded in a warning fashion.

With that, Gaston approached further, his hand hovering near the witch’s thin, withered hand. His index and thumb preened forth as he reached, lifting the ring from the old woman’s palm. The metal circle felt cold to the touch. Without any further contemplations, Gaston slipped the seemingly enchanted ring onto his middle finger.

The rose pink gemstones glew, like they were ignited like a fire. A blush outline surrounded every inch of Gaston’s frame as the magic began taking effect. The ultra-masculine heartthrob felt his body begin to shift, shape into…something else, something that betrayed his original form.

Gaston’s eyes went wide with confusion as he glanced down at his warping body. His thighs grew less robust, yet they retained and even emphasized their thick shapes. His hips began to broaden, a little past his robust shoulders, which began to gradually and mildly lessen in size, similar to his bulky, muscular arms. Gaston looked to his right, at one of the hips that had grown, quickly spotting his waist getting slimmer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his right pectoral bloom, growing to a mildly larger size.

“W-What…what’s happening to me?!” Gaston bellowed internally, gasping at his shocking, unwanted changes.

In addition to his new curves, Gaston felt lighter. Not like a feather, but that there wasn’t much weighing him down. The clothes surprisingly still clung to his elite, godly body.

But beyond them, he felt gentler, more…fragile. More…womanly…

“W-What IS this?!” Gaston erupted with anger and distress, scowling with a grimace down at his deformed person. His voice went unchanged, practically untouched by the effects of the ring. His eyes turned glossy as he held either of his cheeks, which only had a quarter less of masculinity. “What have you DONE TO ME?!” He wailed out with an unseen dismay, raising his head. Gaston plummeted his face back into his hands with a round of sobs.

His masculinity? Stripped from him. His pride? Diminished. His reputation? Surely sullied if anyone saw him like this.

“I…have enchanted you.” The witch responded cryptically, retaining her stone-like face and voice. Her words prompted Gaston to lift his head, his face contorting into a look of pure rage, coupled only by his ever-streaming tears.

“You…what?!” Gaston snarled at the old hag’s nonchalant explanation. “HOW DOES THIS COUNT AS ‘ENCHANTING’ ME?!?!” He shouted viciously at the one behind this perverse sorcery.

“Perhaps in your new, vulnerable form, in touch with your latent feminine side, you will find the affinity you need for this girl. This is the compromise, your half, that is.” The witch explained with a subtle nod, but she had to be naive to assume that Gaston was swayed, convinced.

Gaston scowled down at his body, especially those plump, swollen pecs of his, and those broadened, seemingly child-bearing hips. There was no way a woman, let alone Belle, would respect him now. The once masculine, olympian-like figure grimaced and looked at the ring on his middle finger, yanking it free. His body morphed back to normal, though his pride was still highly wounded.

The obscure sensations he felt before lingered, like a chill against his skin that no winter cold could inflict. Gaston glared with disgust at the ring, shivering from the feeling he was still fledged with. Was this humility? It felt more like…freedom.

No…it was neither. It was humiliation.

“Here!” Gaston shoved the ring back into the witch’s hand. “Keep it, I refuse to be some sad sissy for your twisted game!” He grumbled with a sneer at the old woman.

“I beg to differ,” The witch protested, flipping their hands, dropping the ring back into Gaston’s large palm. “I sense an aura about you, that part of you wants to accept this.”

“A-Accept this?! What part of you believes I want to accept this?!” Gaston questioned with bewilderment.

“Please…reconsider,” The witch removed her hand from Gaston’s, leaving it frozen with the feminizing ring still in his palm. “Think, contemplate. If you decide not to go about this path, I will accept its return.” She added.

Gaston gazed at the ring with a scowl, meditating on the horrid breeze that permeated his body. Accept this? The only thing that he could accept was having himself RID of this wicked object!

Somehow…somehow, his mind honed back in on the supposed feeling of freedom. Gaston inhaled a faint gasp, his glare loosening at a cold, burning feeling that swept through his body. It was a thrill, an excitement, all for the sake of trying this ring.

Gaston found his hand reluctantly closing around the silver piece of cursed jewelry. His defeated blue eyes found the witch’s once more.

“I will…” Gaston plainly replied, shuffling the ring into his pocket. He reached and hoisted his blunderbuss from the ground and turned away from the witch. As he preceded through the maze of spruce trees, Gaston let out a sigh through his nose as he wrestled with himself on the inside.

It would be thrilling to…’experiment’ with himself like this, but he needed to keep it to himself. Belle sure as hell wasn’t worth risking his masculinity, his reputation…or was she?

No, all of this…this tempting excitement, it wouldn’t be the death of him.

HE alone was in control…

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LeFou waited, standing beside their horse with a bored, sunken look. Gaston sure took his time in doing that stag in. He had yet to hear a gunshot echo throughout the forest. How far could that damn deer travel? How far could Gaston travel for that matter?

He finally heard the crunching of the leaves grow louder. The short fellow lifted his head and spun it left, finding a glum Gaston with no deer.

“You didn’t kill it?” LeFou asked with a sense of disappointment.

“No…couldn’t get a clear shot. Damn thing ran off.” Gaston answered in a less than enthused manner. He holstered his weapon on the saddle of his horse before hastily climbing atop. LeFou was at least a little surprised that Gaston didn’t thrash him around some.

“Darn! Welp, there’s always next time!” He tried cheering up his friend before trying to climb atop the steed with a grunt.

“Mmhmm…” Gaston grumbled, sinking his brows as he waited, looking forward. LeFou finally plopped atop the rear half of the saddle. He noticed Gaston’s downness and delivered a playful nudge to his waist.

Gaston blinked his eyes wider at the feeling. He immediately turned back to LeFou, who had a noticeably stumped look on his typically goofy face. The effects of the ring remained; it truly left him in shambles. The touch of a man against him…it gave him such zeal. Why? Why did he crave MORE of LeFou?

“You okay, Gaston?” LeFou asked, his voice tilting with confusion.

Gaston panned his blue eyes toward the forest before back at his friend, relenting, reluctant to answer.

“Yes…” He replied, turning toward the road. “Let’s go home.”

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Gaston entered his quarters, the stale cold feeling wafted against his arms, and the exposed region of his neck and collarbone. He stood, no different than a fish out of water, or a deer at the snap of a branch.

Dammit, he just HAD to remember that missed opportunity, didn’t he? All of this effort just to come back empty handed, without earning Belle’s love in the process, and with a goddamn ring that practically neutered him.

Speaking of, Gaston reached into his pocket, yanking out the dastardly ring. He lightly tossed the cursed piece of jewelry atop his dresser, gazing at it, as if truly was capable of wickedness.

How exactly was turning him into a feminine bastardization of what he once was supposed to woo Belle over to his side? Belle was looking for manliness, guile, virility, and everything in between!

It was curious though. Was that mysterious old crone truly wrong? Perhaps he’d…try the ring on once more and find out.

Why did he have to wait? It was sitting there, practically asking to be used. Should he try it on once again?

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“No…I won’t…” Gaston decided in his mind. He glanced away from the cursed ring and stepped toward the weapon rack. Stocking the blunderbuss on the bottom shelf, the feeling of regret, a missed opportunity, washed over him.

There was no question at this point. Gaston became attracted to the thrill the ring brought him. Even if it was disorienting, there was still something in him that drove him to seek more. This taboo…it felt like coercion.

Gaston turned away from his stock of guns and back to the dresser. There sat a sizeable mirror beside it, big enough for Gaston to see how much damage this ring did to his masculine body. He huffed out a sigh through his nose and pinched the ring, lifting it from the wooden surface of his dresser.

Part of the diamond-shaped rose quartz sparked against the light protruding from the window. The latter caught his attention, prompting him to spin around and jog to the window, which bled blinding light into the room. He swung the curtains on either side in front, dimming the room, leaving it lit only by the lanterns attached to a chandelier hanging from the slanted ceiling.

Gaston would ensure that absolutely no eyes, under any circumstances, would see him like this. Heading back to the other side of his room, he slipped the ring off of the dresser. Inhaling a brief breath which aired out through his lips, Gaston slipped the ring onto his middle finger. Once again, the changes began to manifest.

His hips widened, thighs thickened, bust swelled, and other areas of his body smoothed in size and texture. That gentle feeling that he felt the first time he tried it on, the one that lingered after the fact, it returned fully.

Gaston’s somewhat smaller hands hovered around his body. The rapid, overwhelming changes still left him stunned. He held either side of his full yet still masculine bosom. Gaston pulled in a light gasp while the tingly, warm, pleasurable feeling radiated from his pecs. They weren’t breasts, not in the traditional sense at least, but he would be far from surprised if this was what a woman felt.

Those blue eyes of his snapped to the mirror, the crux of his reason to try on this ring again. Gaston anxiously neared the reflective, chrome glass pane, his left knee barely in the square frame. He crept more in view of the mirror before letting out a deep whimper of shock.

Gaston was no longer the handsome, dashing man he once was, but instead, a…beautiful, smoothly defined man. His muscle remained, but the majority of his imposing male brawn was replaced with feminine, womanly curves. Those broad hips of his earned most of his scrutinizing attention, igniting a narcissistic form of arousal. His new, thickened thighs bulged against the throbbing manhood in the north center of his tight black pants.

He placed his hands against either of his thighs, feeling the touch go warm and comforting against his newly sensitive body. His throat hummed out a deep, faint moan of delight as he felt up to his wide haunches, then further behind to his rear. With the first mild squeeze, his ass felt soft and tender to the touch.

Gaston released his grip and turned to the side, marveling at the seductive curve of his buttocks, made only more alluring by his tight pants. How they were resilient enough to hold his expansive lower half without tearing was beyond him. He looked behind, his heart skipping a beat as he surveyed the large, unwavering size of both of his buttocks. Gaston turned around, bending over and shuffling his hands atop his knees as he looked back at the mirror.

His lips arched with satisfaction, elation. His ass was more plump and round than that of any woman. The arousal in his leather pants persisted, jolting and pecking against the fabric with a need for release.

Gaston picked himself up from his leaning position and faced the tall mirror once more. This time, his eyes trailed in an appeased manner on all the softer contours of his once chiseled face. His cheeks were less bony, and his chin singled, more compact and smaller than before. That jawline of his had a slight, noticeable curve to it.

His perfect, bright blue eyes drifted up to his hair, which went on practically unchanged. That was where the doubts began to flood his mind. Was his black hair too masculine-looking to match with the rest of his body? Gaston took a couple steps, his eyes trailing every inch of his body now.

“No, it’s fine…” Gaston told himself internally with a whispery inner voice. “I’m…I…”

He grew more confident and infatuated with his new beauty. He was enflamed…by himself, as if he couldn’t be more vain.

His hands soon found themselves wrestling with the golden buckle of his belt, successfully loosening the black leather. He whipped the belt from around his shirt and discarded it to the floor. From there, he removed his red shirt, revealing his abs and body hair, two of the last beacons of his masculinity. Gaston kicked off his boots and shed the clinging leather pants, letting his strong, girthy spear spring free from its prison. Now fully nude, the esteemed hunter strode closer to the mirror, a slight saunter adding a pep to his step.

Gaston gazed at his form. Even in this striking, feminine frame, he was amazing. Truly, no one got feminized like Gaston. His head tilted down at his manhood, finding another disappointment. His member stood smaller than the one without the enhancements of the ring. Then again, his cock was still far from small.

Gaston placed his hands against his slimmer waist and gently felt down to his hips, growing fond of his own touch. His haunches swiveled and shifted under the warm feeling. Is this what he felt when LeFou touched him? Some kind of attraction? Love? Lust?

What was happening to him?

His right hand enveloped the top portion of his member and tugged the hood of foreskin back, revealing the full, pink tip. He gazed at himself in the mirror as he stroked, his eyes tracing over those wide hips and thick thighs.

“Mmmmm~ Hohhhh~” Gaston moaned in a breathy whisper as he pleasured himself. He reached back to his bare bum with his left hand and looked behind his shoulder, inhaling a pleasured gasp at his round, fat ass.

God, it was huge! And when he touched it, it made his pleasure all the more enjoyable.

Gaston turned his head forward, his eyes trailing to the wood plank floor. His left hand returned to the front of his body, ascending to the left half of his newly-refined bust. The nipple, pert and hard, ground against the palm of his hand. The sensation made him shiver, improving the speed of his strokes. The current position grew monotonous, something had to give.

Gaston ceased his motions for a mere moment, climbing onto the bed on all fours. He leaned his upper half closer to the silk sheet, supported only by his free hand as he began masturbating once more.

“Ahhhh~” The once brutish hunter sighed out a deep moan. He partially leaned back and placed a hand on his hip as he stroked before feeling back to his plump rear, reveling in the plump, tender texture once more. Dare he go further? Tease and stimulate his tight, untouched anus?

Gaston let go of his buttocks and entered his middle finger into his mouth. He hummed and moaned, swirling his tongue around the thick digit. His velvety lips kissed it as it slipped free from his mouth, and his hand brought it back to his ass. Gaston wedged his slickened middle finger in between his buttocks. He prodded the tip of his finger against his hole and nudged it further, making it pierce the ring of muscle.

“H-Hah~! Ohhhh~” Gaston gasped and moaned, feeling his anal virginity finally void from him. His finger proceeded inside his tight cave, slowly wriggling around. “Hohhhh~” He sighed, his right hand pumping more strokes against his member. Gaston jostled his thick finger inside his hole, his eyes were clenched shut as his mouth huffed breaths in and out. The intrusive, surreal feeling made him crank his shaft even faster.

“Hnn~! Oh, god~! Mmmf~” Gaston moaned louder, completely lost in the pleasure. His hand seemingly had a mind of its own. Something burned within him, something palpable, he couldn’t help but pursue it. Gaston’s teeth smashed together, and his face contorted into a wince as he leaned his head back. “Ngh~! Eh~! Ahahhhahhh~!” Gaston cried out, his voice taking a far more feminine, submissive curve.

“Ihn~! Ahn~! O-Ohhhhh~!” Gaston let out a loud, long moan as the most powerful orgasm he was ever fledged with surged through him. Ropes of hot, white seed erupted from his throbbing, impressive cock, landing on the sheets below him. His hole gripped against his finger as he jolted with pleasure. Gaston eased his eyes open and released his cock, watching as he exited the finger from his hole with sigh.

Gaston then turned his head to the mess he made on the bed. The white, fertile cum glistened against the golden light hovering above the bed. In the midst of his post-orgasm bliss, Gaston found himself dissociated, stricken paralyzed with disbelief.

His new state felt amazing now! It was like he finally melted into his (literal) new skin. Gaston’s interest in his new self was far from sexually-fueled, the potential was limitless and he knew it.

“I…want more~”

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The next day, Gaston cruised down the street, now without the ring on. He wasn’t accompanied and fawned over by LeFou for once.

His next endeavor was quite risky, even for someone of his merit. No, especially for someone of his merit. Gaston trekked down to the tailor, looking to spruce up his other, hidden self. The problem was the proprietor or anyone else finding out.

Luckily, he had a few excuses up his sleeve…

Gaston entered the tailor shop, catching the attention of the owner in the form of a double take.

“Gaston?” The tailor spoke in a somewhat surprised voice.

“Hello there!” Gaston greeted warmly, though his traditional, boisterous energy was quite forced, masking what he felt still from the ring. “I’ve stopped by to er…pick up an outfit for my partner~” He said subtly, revealing little about his made up lie. It would protect his secret side from any others.

“Ah, I see! May I ask who the girl is?” The tailor asked, raising his brows in an intrigued fashion.

“Hmm, well…not much I can say now. It’s a bit of a surprise, you know?” Gaston replied with a sly grin on his face. That was when the odd imaging came in, right as the tailor began to open his mouth to speak. Even without his ring, Gaston’s lewd, lustful fantasies boomed in his mind. Oh, how satiating it would be to be taken from behind by this man, made love to.

He was far stronger than this tailor, and yet, he wanted to submit to him.

“Gaston?” The tailor asked, noticing Gaston’s intense stare. The village brute blinked, regaining focus on the conversation.

“O-Oh, right!” Gaston chuckled, trying to ward off the awkward tension. “What were you saying, my good man?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Well, I was suggesting an elegant suit of white lingerie with ornate, eee-laborate designs!” The tailor proposed, prompting Gaston to inhale a faint, brief gasp.

The mere thought of looking at himself, his new self that is, in the mirror in such an outfit made his sturdy heart nearly stop. He was no longer Gaston. In a matter of a day, he went from the prideful hunter, to dreaming of wearing lingerie and crossdressing. Was this his new pastime? Had hunting finally run its course?

No, absolutely not. He still had the same amount of umph that he had as the old Gaston.

“Pray tell, exactly how big is this lingerie?” Gaston inquired curiously, crossing his arms. The blink the tailor sent him suggested he let on a bit too much. “The girl I’m with…she’s much like me! Truly a strong woman, you know?” Gaston elaborated with a chuckle.

“Hmm, mayhaps!” The tailor nodded. “Well, the lingerie was made for er…normal sizes, but I’m sure it’ll be enough to suit your partner.” He assured before huffing out a rather devious chuckle. “Particularly around the bust area~” The tailor added.

“I hear you. How much for such a garment?” Gaston inquired.

“About twenty coins!” The tailor announced with a nod. Gaston chuckled at the mention of the price and reached for his pockets. He brandished a hefty brown sack full of gold and hopped it in his hand, the coinpurse landing in his palm with each descent.

Even then, Gaston still had his preferred method of payment…

“It’s a deal, then. I’ll even pay fifteen extra!” Gaston declared before another outfit jotted out from the corner of his eye. It was practically a female-oriented version of HIS own get-up. That tight red button up shirt that revealed the cleft in between those wooden double-d breasts, those tight yellow shorts, under which the lower hem of the shirt was tucked beneath. Not just that, but those revealing thigh-high fishnets, and the black boots that completely covered the wooden mannequin’s legs, stopping just below its knees.

“How much for that one?” Gaston asked with a prideful bellow, prompting the proprietor to spin around and face the other wooden model.

“Oh, that?” The tailor motioned to the female Gaston suit. “That’ll be ten coins…the normal price, that is. For you, however, it would be about five!”

“Hah! NONSENSE! I’ll pay the full price and more!” Gaston declared loudly. “Ten gold coins, and five extra! That sound good?” He offered with a sure smirk.

“Absolutely!” The tailor announced with great joy. He stepped closer to the absolute stud and accepted his money. “I’ll wrap those two up for you. Wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea, eh?” The proprietor joked with a light chuckle.

Little did he know that the WRONG idea…was the right one…

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It wasn’t even close to an hour later, and Gaston stood in front of the mirror once more, his body enchanted by the power of the feminizing ring. He wasn’t in his usual fit, nor was he stripped to just his birthday suit, but rather, it was his new, angelic suit of lingerie.

Every white piece of silky fabric painted the canvas that was his enhanced, girly body. Those graceful thigh-highs collected all they could of his legs and thighs. The white garter straps rose to a mantlepiece of equal color which sat above his impressive bulge.

Gaston turned around and leaned over, arching his back as he glanced at the mirror behind him. His ass was even more impressive with the lacy white panties wedged between his plump, round cheeks, which sat just below his tied corset. Once again, he almost swooned over his new, womanlike frame. Gaston’s bulge gradually expanded, his manhood stabbing against the covering that were his panties. Something had to give.

He stood up straight with a sensual aura, burrowing his giant thumbs under the thin sides of his panties, tugging them down before the hem of his stockings. Gaston unhooked the three garter straps on his right thigh before doing the same to the other side, allowing his undergarment to descend like a feather to the wooden planks below.

That thick, firm manhood of his protruded forth like a spear, throbbing in all of its glory. A drop of slick, clear fluid spawned from the tiny slip in the pink mushroom tip and slipped to the floor, just a half-inch shy of his panties. His lewd act began just like the ones that took place yesterday, with his right hand massaging the tip and foreskin, while the other moved back to his bum.

“Mmmmm~” Gaston hummed a faint, deep moan, moving his hips about as the stroking around his length increased. He then decided to take his place on the bed, this time on his back. The hunter raised his lower half, using his sturdy table-top of an upper back to support all of that weight. As he pleasured himself, Gaston entered the middle finger of his left hand into his mouth.

“Mwahh~ Lahhh~” He slobbered and licked his digit wildly, overtaken by a lustful fury. The crossdressing hunter bunched his thighs closer against him and slipped the moistened finger into the broadened cleft. The feeling of his fingertip pressing against his hole made his brows slant, pointing toward the bridge of his nose. His half-lidded eyes shut as he prodded and pressed against the orifice. “Mmm~ Hohhhh~” He sighed out a moan as his finger sunk into his rather loosened hole.

“Ahhhhh~” Gaston let out another breathy moan, relaxing his head against the long, silky black hair beneath him as the surreal pain and pleasure combo pulsated throughout his body. He opened his intimidating blue eyes once again, narrowing them at his solitary display of sexual exploration. He watched as he both massaged the spire that was his erection and slowly jostled his digit in and out of his entrance. “F-Fuhhhhck~” Gaston whispered out ever so softly, to a low range that most people would think impossible of him. His eyes shut once more, and his mind began conjuring up fantasies.

Gaston dreamt of a man above him, assuming the dominant role of the sexual act. The manhood he imagined being filled with was far bigger than his rather puny middle finger. The visage of the partner then changed to the tailor who sold him the outfit to begin with. It brought about an uncanny, shameful feeling, but oh, if things were far different. Perhaps…he’d let the tailor see the REAL reason he purchased such a feminine garment.

Oh, how Gaston would LOVE to have paid with sex alone~ However, he knew that one person knowing about his private, gender twisting endeavors, was one too many. But god, did it feel so good to dream and dwell; it was such a thrill! How far could he take this? How much could he push this?

Then, his mind landed on the one unlikely person to fixate his desires on - LeFou…

Gaston immediately stopped both of his actions, his finger staying in between his fat ass and his hand remaining wrapped around his cock. His eyes stayed locked in a shocked, stupefied glare at his manhood. Why, why, WHY in the hell did he imagine LeFou as the one fucking him? This completely betrayed the relationship they had, that was, being a master and his pet, his yes-man, his minion. Yet…that touch he felt yesterday, of LeFou’s hand on his waist, it was…warm, gentle, stimulating.

Why was he getting so caught up in this nonsense? The mere concept of submitting to someone as insignificant as LeFou bothered Gaston yet added even more fuel to the fire of his arousal. His face contorted with determination, and he resumed his masturbation.

“Hnnng~ Hohh~ Ah~!” Gaston moaned as his hands worked faster. His penis soaked up every ounce of satisfaction it could receive from the hand that cranked it. The finger in his hole rapidly bucked back and intruded as he shut his eyes. “Mmf~! Ahh~ L-LeFou~” Gaston grunted, becoming more immersed in his lewd fantasy.

LeFou was piled atop his body, nude, thrusting inside him with grunts and bellows of pleasure. His length was rather painfully average, nothing compared to Gaston’s own member.

“Oh~ Mmn~! G-Gaston~! Your ass is I-INCREDIBLE~!” LeFou exclaimed in Gaston’s mind, praising him like always.

“Hah~! Ohnnn~ Unf~ I-I…k-know, LeFou~” Gaston growled back at the imaginary visage of his incredibly loyal follower.

Gaston panted, chasing that same feeling indicative of his potent orgasm. Being this humbled, sissified rendition of villeneuve’s prized stud made his motions quicker. His hand stroked his cock at a snappy pace, and the finger in his ass pulsed faster as well.

“Ahn~! Hagh~! Ohh~!” Gaston’s feminine moans erupted from his throat. “A-Ahahn~! AEH~! FUUUCK~!” He wailed, feeling his spunk fire from his tip and against his face, collarbone, and chest. The warm ropes of fertile seed landed one after another as his ring of muscle clasped repeatedly around his finger. Gaston huffed as the last of his orgasm bled through his polarizing person. He eased his blue eyes back open, feeling the wetness from the cum all over his face.

“Hahhhhhh~” Gaston sighed, his body sinking against the bed as he just sat there, just trying to take it all in. It was such an explosive feeling, so volatile, so…enthralling.

It soon became apparent to him that soothing himself via his hands was not enough, he wanted someone to see him like, to accept him, to…indulge him. But it was impossible, in this timeline, at least.

Then again, maybe there was a reason LeFou popped into his head. That little toy of his would accept him and idolize him in any way…probably. But still! There was a chance he’d get behind it, or at least understand.

Maybe…maybe it was time to show him…

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Gaston felt up his brawny yet womanly stature, which was now clear of the short patches and scapes of body hair. It was a minor adjustment he had to make, one thing the ring failed to trim back itself, leaving him to shave everything off.

As a manly piece of meat, Gaston never touched a razor to any part of his body except for his face. A beard or stache didn’t much appeal to him, it would block out his firm jaw and chin, something indicative of only him, until the ring came along.

Now he had a body that every man AND woman wanted…hopefully. What was all that talk of empathy from the witch? What need did he have for empathy? If this ring was supposed to humble him, it failed completely. Gaston was more vain and conceited now than ever.

Gaston strutted in front of the mirror, and a lecherous smirk formed on his smooth, velvety lips. His blue eyes traced every inch of his nude, feminine, hairless figure. From his slim waist and soft facial features, down to his wide hips and thick thighs. His manhood was nice and girthy, even in its flaccid state. His black, bushy pubes were now erased from his figure.

Of course, there were small, short red lines on remote areas of his body. Gaston wasn’t exactly the master of shaving his frame clean of any hair. They were blemishes, imperfections, but they failed to stunt the sheer godliness that was his robust, girlish visage.

Gaston reached back and glided his hands over his prominent and smooth behind, an area that had received much attention during his experimentation hours. His left hand elevated to the left half of his bust, part of which felt coarser due to the shave it endured.

Gaston wanted to do more with this new body of his. He couldn’t settle for simply pleasing himself, or even just sex for that matter.

Whenever Gaston looked at his glorious new figure in the mirror, he saw someone else, but he knew it was him, in the flesh. In the face of his wavering masculinity, he was still the robust hunter of Villeneuve.

He yearned to have himself revealed for all the townsfolk to see, but he needed to start small, one person at a time.

Perhaps with the smallest person he knew…

Gaston dreamt of LeFou the last time he masturbated, which was only under two hours ago. He already had the plan to show him the new Gaston. The doubts of LeFou’s acceptance began to spawn in his mind. He’d already shaved his body, so there was no going back.

Of course, he couldn’t just turn up in the tavern with his body like this. Gaston let out a sight as he pinched the gleaming platinum band with his index finger and thumb, reluctantly removing the ring from his middle finger.

Gaston’s bust pushed back into his body, returning to its original size. His waist broadened while his hips narrowed, and his rear and thighs shifted back into their normal form. His jawline and cheekbones retained their firm, imposing shapes.

Gaston then donned his loincloth and black leather pants, stuffing his feet into his yellow boots as he threw on his red shirt and buckled his black belt around his lower waist. He sat his ring atop the dresser and slipped his hands into a pair of yellow gloves, another staple of his get-up. Gaston then tugged his door open and headed downstairs to the lodging half of the tavern. From there, he trekked down to the main floor, where his ever-loyal LeFou spotted him with a double-take.

“Hey! Gaston!” LeFou joyously announced, hopping off his barstool and jogging over to the object of his hero-worship. Gaston’s smirk pulled at the lower half of his face while his eyes ran over the smaller man down below.

LeFou’s short stature made the idea of sex with him all the more enticing. The mere thought of that little body of his on top, thrusting into him, it ignited a wondrous, lustful fire in him. Surely, LeFou wasn’t packing anything too decent, but he wouldn’t rely on just dick alone to satisfy him.

“Gaston?” LeFou blinked curiously, questioning with a bit of confusion.

“Hey there, LeFou~” Gaston replied with a mildly seductive lilt to his deep, masculine voice. He walked around his dwarf friend and took his place on a lone stool at the left end of the bar. The short LeFou jogged around and sat at his right.

Instantly, LeFou’s brows furrowed, noticing something…off about Gaston. He’d studied Gaston’s body for years, soon becoming able to note every minute detail about his form. He noticed a mild, thin scar on Gaston’s toned left arm, watching as the other lifted a glass pitcher of beer to his lips.

“Gaston, did…did you shave?!” LeFou blurted out with disbelief, his eyes bulging at his idol.

“Aye, that I did, my good man.” Gaston confirmed, leaning back on his barstool. “I er…thought I could use a change of pace for once, now everything’s a bit chilly.” He added with a mild squeak of a giggle. As he raised his glass again, he grew shocked at the feminine sound of the noise, but at the same time, he felt a wave of peace. The bitter yet alluring mead washed down his throat, and Gaston felt no need to prove he was as amazing as he was, for he knew it through and through.

“Oh? A change of pace?” LeFou asked politely with a blink.

“That’s right, LeFou!” Gaston confirmed boisterously with a nod.

“Like what? There’s nothing much to change about you.” LeFou questioned playfully, nudging his hero’s left bicep with the side of his hand.

Gaston looked at the short one again, his touch still lingering on his forearm. It gave him no greater affirmation that he longed for more of LeFou’s touch. It was time, time to spring this into motion.

“LeFou…why don’t you stop by my room later tonight? Maybe we could talk, huh?” Gaston suggested.

“Oh, um…” LeFou stammered, quite off-guard by the offer. “S-Sure, Gaston!” He accepted with a nod.

“Good,” Gaston replied.

Good indeed, for the fire in Gaston’s heart heightened.

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That night, Gaston gazed at himself in the mirror, enhanced by the ring, and clad in his white lingerie. He wouldn’t be the one in love with him tonight, for he merely waited for his guest. His glorious, white-clad body was more than ready for LeFou’s small yet arousing hands.

Gaston’s heart thudded in his chest at the impending encounter, the revelation of his new self. The only other person who knew about it other than himself was the witch who lent him the ring, and that was already enough to give him chills.

Would LeFou really accept him though? Let alone, partake in him? LeFou always praised him no matter what, he was always there for him.

But would he be there for this? God, this new wave of his, it made him finally appreciate his followers, and it made him fear rejection beyond just being let down by Belle. Speaking of, was this that ‘empathy’ that witch told him about.

Just as he became lost in thought, a few knocks sounded against Gaston’s door. It was time, time for the moment of truth, time for LeFou to see what he’d been hiding since…yesterday. It was only a span of a day, yet so much changed for him.

“Ahem! Come in, LeFou~” Gaston invited with a seductive bend to his otherwise deep and masculine voice, turning from the mirror to the entrance to his room. The door opened, but LeFou’s figure aside from the top of his hair was unseen due to the taller dresser beside the door.

The door remained wide open as LeFou passed the dresser, finally spotting Gaston in his full, new, feminine glory and stood there, staring.

LeFou froze with shock, fledged with a great many emotions. Confusion, stupefaction, bewilderment, and most conflicting of all, arousal. His eyes were practically nailed to Gaston’s feminine frame, which was clad in a sultry, delicate suit of white lingerie, ogling him like he would a woman. Those broad hips, that plump bust, the overall allure of his hero’s body.

“U-Umm…” LeFou stammered out before snapping a double-take at the open door. He quickly turned and swatted the door slammed shut, causing a loud thud to echo throughout the somewhat small room. No matter what he felt in this moment, he still had enough respect to keep Gaston’s secret self just that - a secret, if that was what Gaston willed.

“G-Gaston…what er…h-happened to you?!” LeFou blurted out with sheer amazement, though it was neutral, not one-sided.

“This, LeFou, is the new me. The change of pace I told you about~” Gaston stated, slowly running his hands down the side of his corset and against his wide hips. He extended his left leg forth and strutted closer to the shorter man, who timidly staggered back to the wall behind him. “You like what you see, LeFou~?” The effeminate, crossdressing Gaston asked with a low, alluring voice.

“U-Uhh…y-yeah, Gaston!” LeFou answered, followed by a trio of rapid, heavy nods. His words lacked honesty, but they reeked not of deceit. Even then, Gaston found LeFou’s sheepishness quite amusing, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Come on, LeFou. You don’t have to lie~” Gaston advised seductively with a deep giggle. LeFou blinked at not being manhandled by his idol, but something told him that Gaston expected him to do the manhandling.

“Er…Gaston, I…I must say, I-I’m a little…confused. W-What happened to you?” LeFou questioned with an air of humility.

“Well, LeFou, you remember yesterday? When I came back without the stag?” Gaston asked, his lips forming a joyous grin, his hands sitting atop his wide haunches.

“Yeah?” LeFou answered, displaying more of that confusion.

“What if I told you that I didn’t leave empty-handed?” Gaston held up his hand, emphasizing the platinum ring with vivid rose quartz gemstones.

“What is that?” LeFou squinted, taking a simple step closer to Gaston.

“Why it’s the reason I’m like this, LeFou! The reason I’ve been so…out-of-character since then.” Gaston answered proudly. “And after testing the waters, I’ve got to say, I feel GREAT~” He added, arching his right arm while his other hand frolicked under the thin waistband of his panties.

“Well, uh…t-that’s good, Gaston!” LeFou said with a nervousness, a hesitance, still baffled by this profound revelation.

“You never answered my question, LeFou~” Gaston purred, taking a couple steps closer to his short friend. “What do you think~?” He asked once more, slowly swiveling his hips which he motioned to.

“I uh…I-I…” LeFou stammered, swallowing a gulp as he struggled to find the words.

“Hmm, I can see that you’re…excited~” Gaston noted with a double-twitch of his brows, his blue eyes panning down to the protruding bulge in LeFou’s trousers.

“Huh?” LeFou looked down, and his eyes went way wide. His erection threatened to break through from his pants. “Umm…” He stammered once more, his fingers twitching. Perhaps his desire and lustful part spoke for him, his arousal had won over his shock and nervousness.

“Well?” Gaston began, nearing his follower. “Should we…you know?” He asked with a brow twitch.

“W-What?!” LeFou blurted out. “You mean…” He came closer to his hero. “Sex?” The dwarf whispered. He never, even in his wildest dreams, thought about having an intimate moment between him and Gaston.

“Heh! Thatta-boy~” Gaston purred lustfully with a giggle.

LeFou felt his heart sink at the realization of what they were about to partake in. He never had sex a day in his life. Sometimes he’d touch himself, sometimes he’d hear Gaston give it to a girl…or two…or hell, even five. However, LeFou had yet to get it on with a girl, let alone a guy. But it looked like that was all going to change tonight.

“A-Are you sure, Gaston?” LeFou asked in a timid, worried voice. He feared what this would mean for their friendship.

“Sure? Hahaha! I’ve been far PAST sure, LeFou~” Gaston replied with a bellow before swirling around and strutting toward the bed, making sure to give his partner an exquisite view of his behind.

And just as expected, LeFou was hitched. He hadn’t seen such an ass on any woman, and he certainly didn’t expect to find it on a man, let alone the great and glorious Gaston. His manhood seemed to throb and bulge harder against his trousers.

Gaston climbed and sat longways atop the bed, crossing his legs and sending a wanting stare at LeFou, equipped with a devilish smirk and everything. He was presenting himself for the little man. His own member, girthy, lengthy, and musky, began to elongate in his white lacy panties. He began to unhitch the lower ends of his garter straps as LeFou approached the bed.

“Hnn!” LeFou grunted as he struggled to vault. He set his feet on the floor before boosting and hopping himself up atop the surface. He watched as Gaston gradually slipped his panties down to his knees, then to his ankles and off his feet. LeFou’s eyes went wide as he bore witness to Gaston’s full, hefty, erect penis for the first time, but certainly not the last. It throbbed with need, the veins pressed out against somewhat rugged skin, a bubble of clear fluid spawned at the foreskin-hooded tip, and those big, plump balls hung below.

LeFou’s face felt flushed in the presence of Gaston’s huge, musky member. He would expect no less from the absolute stud, even in his girly, effeminate state. LeFou would occasionally have these…intrusive, perverse thoughts about pleasing Gaston in such a manner, but he never got off to such gay thoughts. But now that the opportunity was before him, what was stopping him? What was he waiting for?

Curiously, the smaller man crept in between Gaston’s hairless legs, which were also more tender now. The ring truly did a number on him, but LeFou felt practically nothing wrong with it. LeFou let his hands glide against the inside of Gaston’s plump thighs, carefully nearing the base of the thick shaft and supple, virile scrotum. The thought of touching his idol’s most intimate sent a small yet raging fire through LeFou’s frame, which was already tingling and sweating from caressing toward Gaston’s groin.

As his thumbs rubbed against both of those balls, LeFou’s back went cold. His left hand laid against Gaston’s groin while the other cupped around the base of the monstrous shaft. It felt hot to the touch of his fingers, thumb, and palm. LeFou glided his hand slowly up Gaston’s impressive length.

“Mmmm~” Gaston purred, gently leaning his head back at the pleasure. He hadn’t thought LeFou would be much for foreplay, he sure wasn’t, but it was a good appetizer. “Hahhh~” Gaston tensed for a moment before letting out a soft, pleasured sigh, feeling the hand stroke down from the tip, retracting his foreskin.

LeFou was mesmerized by the stroking of Gaston’s cock. The strong, manly musk invaded his clown-like nose, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. His lewd thoughts guided his every movement, but then, they commanded him to take the beast of a manhood into his mouth, and that’s where he faltered.

He never touched the dick of another man before, let alone sucked on it. Then again, things were changing for him in more ways than one.

LeFou licked his lips and lowered his jaw, leaning closer toward Gaston’s manhood. The large tip entered past the teeth, and he wrapped his lips around it. His mouth gradually took in more, his tongue gliding along the shaft.

“Ohhhh~” Gaston let out a deep moan, carefully glancing down at his loyal follower. The way LeFou’s head bobbed on his pillar of virility was amusing and erotic. Even in his feminine form, Gaston enjoyed being spoiled like this. “Mmm~ Hahhhh~” Gaston sighed, his fingers trembling against the sheets below.

LeFou looked up at Gaston, his ears soaking up all the moans from above. He never performed fellatio before, so he relied solely on Gaston’s approval. The total virgin made sure to use his tongue and cheeks to soothe his length, and he made damn sure to keep his teeth away from the goods, unless he was into that sort of thing.

“Mmmmf~” Gaston’s next emission was a more feminine take of his usual vocalizations of pleasure, surprising even himself. Even when he was perfectly in tune mentally with the ring’s abilities, he was finding out more and more about it. What surprised him more was LeFou’s amazing first blowjob. Even with those innocent, fearful eyes aimed up at him, Gaston felt all at the mercy of LeFou’s mouth.

For once, Gaston actually fell submissive to someone, especially someone weaker than him.

LeFou bobbed his head back to the pinkish-red tip and spat it out with one last tough suck.

“Hahh~ H-How am I doing, Gaston?” LeFou asked with a humble yet sheepish tone, the corners of his mouth pulling a slight smile onto his lips.

“Good, LeFou~ Greeaat~ However,” Gaston purred seductively before…

“EGH!” LeFou croaked as Gaston’s alluring yet imposing thighs clasped his much smaller frame. In a matter of half a second, the pint-sized man was flipped onto his back, and the giant Gaston was on top, gazing down at him with a devious grin. This was when LeFou’s apprehension joined his arousal.

Gaston chuckled and began slipping off the dark brown coat from LeFou’s body, then unraveling the tie around the collar of his white shirt. He carelessly tossed the black strip behind him and fiddled with the buttons of his red vest.

LeFou’s eyes trailed down to the round, prominent pecs, which the white cups of the corset guarded from any eyes, though not without struggle. Gaston’s huge, pert nipples pressed out from the firm fabric. As Gaston removed his vest and began working on his shirt, LeFou hesitantly reached up and graced those plump breasts with his hands.

“Ohhh~? You like them, LeFou~?” Gaston questioned with a low growl.

“Y-Yeah~!” LeFou answered back, a lustful enthusiasm taking over his voice. As his hands remained focused on Gaston’s bust, he felt the rock-hard nipples press against his palms, along with Gaston’s prick nudging against his own bulge.

“Well then,” Gaston chuckled, reaching behind with one hand. His fingers trampled the knot holding the corset around him, unraveling the thin, small ropes. In one swift motion, the knot came loose, and Gaston whisked it off his body.

“Wowww~” LeFou mouthed excitedly as he finally touched Gaston’s bare chesticles. They were more tender, but he expected that. If the ring turned Gaston into this, then there was no way this was out of the question.

“Now~” Gaston purred and slipped the final button out of the hole on LeFou’s shirt, leaving his abdomen and chest free for him to see. He chuckled and bit his lip as he hitched his fingers on the hem of LeFou’s grey-green pants and gradually tugged them past his hips, revealing the top of what seemed to be his partner’s musky bush.

LeFou’s cheeks glowed a redder color, his elated smile wobbling with anticipation. He felt Gaston’s warm breath breeze against his upper crotch region. The base of his member peeked out from the hem of his pants, and as they neared his knees,

*BOING!*

His member perked up like a mighty, meaty spire. Gaston gave an impressed duo of blinks in the presence of LeFou’s member.

“My, my, LeFou~ There’s more to you than I thought~” Gaston said with a seductive twang to his voice.

Before LeFou could reply, a hand groped his scrotum, causing him to let out a deep whimper and a soft couple of breaths. He looked as Gaston’s head banked down to the base of his length, and he felt something wet prod and lap against his lower shaft.

“A-Ahahh~” LeFou let out a moan at the surprising sensation.

“Mwahh~” Gaston gasped huskily after placing a kiss against the shaft. “Hlahhnn~” His breathy moans continued as he slowly dragged his tongue up LeFou’s shaft. He hadn’t given oral to another man before, but he gave it his all. It was like he had an innate ability to please a man with just his mouth. Oh, what power the ring gave him.

Gaston jostled LeFou’s balls in his hand while his tongue trekked up to the tip, lapping up the glob of clear fluid. He smacked his lips at the salty taste as LeFou trembled briefly. Gaston wrapped his hand around the veiny shaft of his follower and pulled the foreskin around the head down. He gaped his mouth for a mere moment and wrapped them around the helm of LeFou’s member. His ridiculously, incredibly plump ass well in-view of LeFou’s eyes.

“Ohhn~! Hohh~” LeFou moaned and arched his back, feeling his cock glide further into Gaston’s gullet. Just as he never gave a blowjob before, he never received one. The wet noises from the sucking filled his ears. LeFou looked back down at the effeminate stud performing the act, melting at how Gaston’s piercing blue eyes gazed deep into his. “Hohh~!” He whined out a moan and laid his head back against the pillow below.

Gaston took LeFou’s member deep into his throat, obstructing his breathing but giving the smaller gentleman even more pleasure. His first thrust down to the base earned another deep yet loud moan from LeFou. Gaston bucked back to the tip of LeFou’s beast, which proved all of the former’s expectations completely wrong. He was sure this bad boy was all slick and ready for the real deal, plus he didn’t want the pint-sized man to erupt too soon.

With one more flick and swirl of his tongue around the tip and foreskin, Gaston exited the member out of his mouth with a pop. Breaths huffed out of his used throat and wafted against the sleek, wet phallus.

“W-Why’d you stop?” LeFou wondered with a timid voice.

“I think you’re ready~” Gaston replied huskily, rising from his previous position and finally climbing atop the compact LeFou, whose face went beet-red. He could feel that mighty prick pressing against his ass and rubbing against his scrotum. His hand reached back and handled his rear, allowing that dick to invade the split between his cheeks. The wetness of the tip made him growl and quiver with need, his pucker winking and loosening against the prodding member. Gaston shifted down against the dick and gasped as it finally pierced his ring of muscle.

“Ohhhnnn~” Gaston shut his eyes and let a low grumble of a moan float out of his throat.

“Hahnn~” LeFou let out an overwhelmed moan, his hips instinctively jerking upward.

“H-Hoh~! Mmf~!” Gaston gave another louder moan as the firm, thick member forced more of itself inside and stretched him. “L-LeFou~” He huffed out a surprised whimper.

“S-Sorry, Gaston~ Ahh~” LeFou squinted up at the brutish sissy, his hips swiveling as he settled into the sensation.

“Heh~ You know, LeFou, I’m actually quite impressed~” Gaston chuckled before lowering his big bum down to the smaller gentleman’s groin, riding his hole down to the base of his pole with a deep sigh.

“Mmm~ T-Thank you, Gaston~” LeFou grunted, feeling his spear slip further inside the tight orifice. His hands gripped the sheets as he felt Gaston rise, gliding the cock back until only the tip was inside him. Then, Gaston slammed back down. “Hoh~! Uhn~!” LeFou moaned loudly.

“Ohohhh, yeahhh~” Gaston gaped his smile for a moment, rolling his blue eyes back for a moment before shutting them and rolling his hips up. Soon after he shoved his rump back down and built an already crushing rhythm.

“Ah~! Heh~! Hah~!” LeFou clenched his eyes shut as the dominant riding persisted.

Gaston’s big balls dipped against his partner’s abdomen every time he banked down. He sharply breathed out a moan and reached back, spreading his big bum. The member inside him stretched him more than any of his fingers could. His cock on the other side of the action throbbed with satisfaction. Oh, how amazing the real thing felt!

“Hah~ Ahah~! Nnh~!” LeFou moaned and endured Gaston’s pleasure-seeking venture. He could feel Gaston’s buttocks rippling, quaking with each slam against his groin. The smaller man opened his eyes and looked up at the giant riding him. Gaston scanned his more compact frame with those deep blue eyes of his, taking all he could of that cock with a grin.

This new iteration of himself handled being fucked like a master. Any and all of his doubts disappeared, like he couldn’t care less if anyone else found out. This was truly him and he was damn proud of it.

“Ah~! Ngh~! H-Hahahhh~!” LeFou let out a laughed out moan, his lips pulling into an almost elated grin. “Haaggghh~ Yeaaahhhhh~” He sighed, longing to have more of Gaston in his grasp. He could definitely do this again, mount Gaston and make him moan and go wild as he thrusted inside. Or perhaps, he’d let Gaston dominate him like he was now.

“Oh~ Hoh~!” Gaston moaned and leaned his head back, raising his face into the air. His rhythms slowed and ceased, and his thighs folded back toward his abdomen. In his squat, Gaston placed his hands on his rather large knees, taking LeFou deeper into his hole with the next stride downwards. “Mmmmm~ Hooohhhh~” He sighed and swiveled his hips around, grinding his ass against the base of LeFou’s cock.

“Hnnnf~” LeFou murmured, clenching his eyes shut as he felt Gaston rise to the tip of his length. “Hah~!” He moaned as that ass banked back down and engulfed his length once more, and then another rhythm spawned.

“A-Ah~! Hah~! Oh~!” Gaston worked his body to the maximum, feeling LeFou’s dagger glide against a sweet spot as he rode quickly and firmly. He felt an immense pressure building, he knew his orgasm was fast on approach. “Hohhh, LeFouu~” Gaston purred, his riding becoming more erratic. “O-Ohhhhhh~! Hohhhhh~” He simmered down with a long groan, slowly ceasing as spunk shot violently from his member onto LeFou’s face.

“Nnf~!” LeFou let out a squeaky whine of a moan and eased his eyes open. He dabbed up the warm, creamy substance on his face, looking at the way it sheened in the light above. “H-Hah~!” LeFou moaned once again and tense up as Gaston rose, pulling him out. His eyes opened once more, watching as Gaston climbed off of him and turned around on his hands and knees, presenting his ass.

“You’re not done yet, are you, LeFou~?” Gaston growled seductively, swaying his hips slowly from side to side. LeFou’s gaze lingered, remained fixed, on that plump derriere, only enhanced by the rear of those thighs.

“Uh…n-no, Gaston!” LeFou shook his head rapidly, shaking off a rope or two of cum from his face.

“Then get over here and finish me off~” Gaston demanded in a sultry voice, reaching back with his right hand and spreading the respective haunch. LeFou grunted as he knelt on the bed and moved closer to Gaston’s rear.

To fully meet the proper height, LeFou quite literally climbed on top of Gaston’s prominent ass. The bare, warm, silky buttocks fit against his groin while his dick slipped in between them. LeFou held the base of his shaft and shoved his tip against the loosened hole, slipping inside with a hitched breath.

“Ohnn~” Gaston released a low moan, snaking his hips back. He bit his lip as his eyes keeled back slightly. He turned his head back to his stunted partner.

LeFou reeled his hips back and charged his length inside again with a grunt. Gaston could barely feel the strength of the thrust.

“Ahem!” Gaston began. “LeFou, I’m offering my ass to you. I expect you to do more than that!” He said in a near shout, deepening his brows in a glare.

“Er, s-sorry, Gaston!” LeFou replied in a slight moan before bucking his hips back. He added more of himself to the top of Gaston’s amazing rump, hitching his legs around those wide hips, and firmly thrusting deep inside.

“Hohh, yeahh~ T-That’s more like it~” Gaston grumbled, finally surrendering his ass completely to LeFou and lowering his upper half to the bed sheets below.

“Ah~! Hah~! Ohhh~” LeFou leaned his head back, feeling that ass below grinding against his thighs. He used Gaston’s smooth yet firm back for support. This surreal event, he never once expected to be pounding Gaston, but he was going to make the most of it.

Goddamn…that ass was simply amazing! Nobody was as thicc as Gaston.

LeFou grabbed onto Gaston’s lower waist and propelled his hips against the sissy hunk’s cleft, shoving his length further inside. Feeling those buttocks clap and jiggle against his groin, crotch, and thighs only heightened his arousal. He could definitely go for this again.

“Mmmm~ That’s it~ Just…l-like that~ Cum inside me~” Gaston murmured, remaining stationary on the bed. He’d found his climax, now all that was left was for LeFou to do the same.

“Hoh~! Oh~! UNF~!” LeFou groaned and grunted as he picked up the pace of his rocking hips. His breaths whisked out of his mouth faster as he chased his pleasure. A tingling sensation ran through his member with each thrust he sent into that ass.

“Yes~ Ohh, LeFou~” Gaston moaned with his face against the sheets. He was spent, but he still had a newly-born arousal strike him. He merely let LeFou work his magic on him, grinding his dick against the sweet spot with each charge inside.

“O-Oh, god~ Mmf~! Hah~!” LeFou moaned louder as he chased after his tantalizing climax. His hips threw themselves at an even faster pace, thrusting his cock deep and quick into that ass. It was seemingly involuntary, like his hips had a mind of their own. “G-Gaston~! Ohn~ Oh, I-I’m so close~!” He said in a mild cry.

“Hoh~! Hah~! Y-Yes, LeFou~ Do it~” Gaston replied in a wanting voice. The pounding motion against his sweet spot made him lean his head back and let out a long moan as he fired his second load atop the sheets.

“NGH~! A-Ahhhhhh~!” LeFou charged his dick inside the hole once more, finally spilling his seed inside. “Ahahhh~!” He let out another moan and huffed before finally simmering down. His hands clasping Gaston’s waist finally loosened, and he opened his eyes. LeFou stretched his legs back and exited his length from the now gaped hole. He dropped down against the bed with a tired sigh, his lips curling into a smile as Gaston joined him at his left.

“So,” Gaston began, tracing the tip of his bulky finger against the right half of LeFou’s jawline. “How do you like the new me~?” He asked huskily. LeFou’s crooked-toothed grin shifted with his neutral look as he looked left at Gaston.

“I-It’s…good, um…” LeFou paused, his dark eyes turning away from his hero and now lover as he thought. “M-Maybe you should…go public with it!” He suggested with a mild elation, looking back at Gaston with a renewed, crooked smile. Gaston blinked his narrowed, seductive blue eyes wider at the suggestion.

“LeFou, that’s…quite forward of you…and blunt.” Gaston replied, his grin straightening out. “Are you sure?” He asked with a softening of his brows, though part of him was in agreement. LeFou blinked at the fact that Gaston wanted his approval. He was usually the one to do something without anyone else’s opinion at the forefront, but then again, nothing about anything that happened tonight was normal.

“I…well…maybe,” LeFou hesitated, looking to the right, opposite of Gaston.

“That’s it~?” Gaston asked, tracing against LeFou’s ear. “You’re stuck on maybe~?” He pried further.

“Y-Yeah…for now,” LeFou met Gaston’s gaze once again, the corners of his mouth pulling into a mild grin. “Anyway, er…I think I better get going.” He said, slowly sitting atop the sheets, raising his arms in a firm stretch, which earned a groan from his throat.

“Already~?” Gaston purred with a songful tone, prompting LeFou’s eyebrows to rise.

“Yeah, I’m…quite drained.” LeFou replied, glancing at Gaston.

“So why not stay with me~? My bed’s big enough for two, clearly~” Gaston suggested, twitching his brows twice with a smirk.

“You mean?” LeFou blinked.

“Indeed~” Gaston said deeply with a chuckle. He scooted back to the pillow region of the bed and lay on his right. He held up his head via his hand, tracing against the empty portion of the bed with his fingers.

The somewhat hesitant LeFou crawled near and laid on his back with Gaston to his left. Gaston traced around the right half of his jaw, petting his precious stud. He finally settled against the bed and wrapped his arm around LeFou’s shoulders, underneath the back of his neck. LeFou finally tilted onto his left and into Gaston’s grasp. The lingerie-clad hunk rested his free arm around his smaller partner and shut his eyes.

Their warmths combined and comforted once another, allowing them to fall into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, LeFou awoke with a groan. He squirmed around slightly, no longer shrouded with the soothing warmth from last night. As his dark brown eyes opened in a broadening squint, the pint-sized man found that Gaston was no longer beside him.

Perhaps he was down at the tavern?

LeFou tilted onto his back, then he turned his head right, spotting a large, voluptuous figure clad in reds and yellows standing at the side of the bed. He blinked and sat, gazing at Gaston, now dressed in a tighter, more revealing and…feminine rendition of his trademark outfit.

“G-Gaston…” LeFou spoke with a groggy, shocked voice. His dark eyes tracing over the hips bulging out against those short yellow shorts, and those fishnet stockings that teased any and all of Gaston’s thighs. “I-I mean, y-you look great, Gaston!” He blurted out supportively.

“Thank you, LeFou.” Gaston stated with a grin and nod, watching as LeFou hopped down from the bed.

“So, uh…another round~?” LeFou asked with a knowing look.

“No…” Gaston answered simply. “I was thinking I should go downstairs like this~” He added, cocking his hip and running a hand slowly against it.

“Y-You mean, you-”

“Oh, yeah~” Gaston winked at his friend.

LeFou’s lips curled downwards with excitement as well as nervousness. The immense thrill made him give a rapid couple of nods at Gaston. LeFou got up from the bed and donned his usual outfit once more, finally clothed after his first go with Gaston.

“Y-You ready?” LeFou asked, his cheek gleaming red with a blush. The impending reactions from all the other townsfolk was almost enough to make his heart stop just thinking about it.

“That I am, my good man~” Gaston said with a nod before heading to the door. LeFou followed him down the stairs and into the lodging floor. He watched that rear swivel and wobble as he approached the second set of stairs leading to the tavern.

Gaston would be lying if he said he didn’t have an ounce of trepidation running through him. As soon as he saw the other patrons, he knew there was no going back. The one at the left end of the bar snapped a double-take at him and stared with his mouth agape.

It then ignited a domino effect, the bartender was next, then the other patrons at the bar. Soon, the tavern gradually went dead quiet, and all eyes were on him.

The proud and once-masculine Gaston stood before the other townspeople, under the effects of the ring and in feminine clothing. Swallowing a gulp, his confidence entered, now conflicting with his nervousness.

He was ready for all the grievances he was about to face…and he couldn’t care less.

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Gaston stood before the dozen patrons in the tavern, who gawked at him with sheer shock and awe. The novelty of something so…feminine, someone so androgynous, absolutely confounded them, even more so when that ‘someone’ was the most masculine, virile man in all Villeneuve. The ever-loyal LeFou stood behind him, hiding.

Amid the bewilderment and confusion stood arousal among some select few. The lust spawned from their knack for the taboo, and the femininity presented to them by Gaston. Those hips…those thighs…nothing would be able to rip their eyes from his body.

“G-Gaston! What…happened to you?!” One of the villagers blurted out. “Y-You look so…like a…”

“Like a what? A woman?” Gaston pried cheekily with a giggle before strutting away from the front of the stairs. LeFou stayed behind, merely joining the spectators’ view of the now feminine Gaston.

“I-I wouldn’t say that, Gaston.” The villager said nervously as Gaston approached. The now effeminate hunter stopped, cocking his hip with a hand on it.

“Why not? It’s how I would describe myself!” Gaston declared proudly with an arch of his arm. “You all like what you see~? Hmm~?” He asked, adding a muffled giggle as he motioned to his thighs and hips, hovering his hands around them suggestively.

“You look like a courtesan!” One of the other villagers declared in a bellow, prompting laughter to sound out throughout the tavern among a half of the patrons.

Gaston’s once prideful mug soon twisted into one of a stoic yet determined anger. His piercing blue eyes spotted the detractor through the shroud of his supporters. He strutted closer to the one who passed the insult, prompting his other detractors to fearfully disperse. The critic looked ahead, and his eyes went wide as Gaston approached.

“A courtesan, you say?!” Gaston roared, his brows slanting toward the bridge of his nose. He sauntered closer, prompting his persecutor to stagger back against the wall. “I’ll have you know that this ‘courtesan’ is JUST like the old Gaston!” He declared with a tense of his body, saying the word his detractor used for him with such venom and vitriol. Gaston grimaced and collected the ridiculer’s shirt collar into his hand. “Need I show you?” He growled, showcasing a somewhat sultry tone behind his anger.

“N-No! No, Gaston!” The ridiculer shook his head timidly, and Gaston loosened his grip on his shirt.

“Good boy~” Gaston whispered, nearing the humbled critic’s cheek. His hot breath wafted against the firm, flat surface. He leaned in closer and placed a kiss on the critic’s cheek, prompting the latter’s face to go red. “Now then, is anyone else keen on speaking their mind?” Gaston questioned, turning to the rest of the patrons with one of his sharp black brows raised.

His keen blue eyes traced over every man and few women before him, who all shared glances at each other then back at Gaston. Their reactions emitted a sense of bewilderment, and the fear of being perceived as speaking out against him, whether they supported, criticized, or otherwise stayed neutral or indifferent alike.

“N-No, Gaston!” One of the patrons spoke up among the mass.

“Good,” Gaston settled his glare, and he allowed a smile to form on his face. “Come LeFou, time to show the rest of these fine folks what I’m made of!” He declared proudly, yanking the door to the outside open.

LeFou blinked and swallowed a thick gulp as all the other eyes in the tavern found him. Everything was moving a bit too fast for him to take in, but he hadn’t much time to think. LeFou hesitantly jogged after his hero to the village outside.

“That was something else, Gaston!” LeFou claimed with a surprised yet supportive tone.

“Well, I still have my moments, even now~” Gaston replied, chuckling as he glanced down at his short friend. His eyes panned to the ring on his finger, the reason for this change. He could practically feel the estranged, awed stares from the villagers, his ears picking up the trickles of their gasps and gossiping whispers. Gaston’s blue eyes shifted to the left, his gaze lingering on their shocked faces.

“It seems like they like you.” LeFou noted, radiating a calm yet hopeful energy.

“That’s good~ They’re more accepting than I thought.” Gaston replied with a more humbled demeanor than his previous self.

“They oughta be! You’re Gaston after all!” LeFou reminded, trying to spark the same bravado in the effeminate hunk. Gaston returned a glance down at LeFou. A stark difference in opinion spawned since his change.

“Not anymore,”

“H-Huh?” LeFou blinked and looked up at Gaston following his confusing, surprising response.

“These people…they have no obligation to respect me. They do it by choice.” Gaston stated, revealing the fuller extent of his new change of pace. He looked ahead, taking a step forward before ceasing at the sight before him - the brunette and ever-book-obsessed Belle. “Her…”

“Her? You’re chasing after her again?” LeFou questioned, his eyes going wide.

“Heh! I never stopped, LeFou~” Gaston deepened his brows and began sauntering over to his blue-clad love interest. He could feel the eyes, the gazes, flashing on him, lingering on him, as he approached Belle. “Hello, Belle~” The hunk of femininity spoke in a sultry voice.

“Bonjour, Gastoooonnnn…”

As Belle turned her head from her book, the sight that befell her was beyond otherworldly. It ignited intrigue, shock, confusion, and everything in between. The brown-eyed brunette started from Gaston’s black boots, following the trails of fishnet stockings up his legs and thighs, the latter of which seemed more full, but not nearly as much as those hips, which were only further emphasized by the slimmer waist.

“W-Whaaa…w-what happened…er…” Belle stammered, trying to find a polite way to word out her absolutely baffled opinion.

“Like what you see, Belle~? I’ve decided to…spruce myself up some.” Gaston arched his right arm whilst cocking his left hip, running his free hand down it to his upper thigh.

“Y-Yeah, I can see that.” Belle replied, still displaying her flusteredness.

“Anyway, might I ask what you’re reading?” Gaston asked with an arched brow, giving a shrug motion with one hand while his left remained on his respective hip.

Belle blinked at the sheer politeness of this new iteration of Gaston. She was shocked that Gaston was polite at all, but of course, that was hardly the only thing. It was something else, but…it was intriguing.

“Erm…” Belle returned her brown eyes back to the book she was previously enamored with, placing her thumb on the right page and closing the cover. “T-The Enchanting Warmth!” She blurted out somewhat sheepishly.

“Mmm, sounds enthralling~” Gaston purred with a chuckle. “Perhaps I can see why you’re so into the books rather than me.”

“O-Oh, t-that’s not true Gaston!” Belle blurted out unexpectedly, surprised at even herself. That sentence just simply flowed out of her mouth. Then again, her curiosity spiked at this new Gaston, so perhaps part of it was true. “I-I…” Belle stammered, trying to find a polite follow-up. “This new side of you is quite interesting!” She finally said with a nod.

“Why thank you, Belle!” Gaston replied with a wink and high, feminine giggle.

Belle was further enthralled by the womanly presentation. It made her mind thrash with wonder. For once, she was actually enamored by Gaston’s charm, but it wasn’t in the way he’d probably expect.

“Well, I ought to move on~” Gaston winked at the brunette girl before turning and sauntering away. “Enjoy your read, Belle!” He waved subtly back at Belle with a jovial feminine voice, his hips rocking from side to side.

Belle couldn’t glance down at her read, however. Her dark eyes were too entranced on the big, round, shapely rear that swiveled with each step. For once, Belle was actually attracted to Gaston, albeit a bastardized edition of him. The short manlet friend that always accompanied him jogged left past her, trying to catch up to his idol.

“Heh! That was different, Gaston.” LeFou said, a subtle gripe muffled by his all due respect for the hunk of a man, even while he was a sissy.

“What isn’t different, LeFou?” Gaston asked rhetorically with a chuckle, attracting more stares, gasps, and gossip around him.

“You weren’t as dominant as you usually are.” LeFou commented, his criticism laid bare.

“Dominant? With HER?!” Gaston bellowed playfully with a hefty laugh. “If you want dominant, just look at how I was last night~” He purred with a double-twitch of his brows. His friend, minion, and part-time partner blinked his eyes wide with a pink-red blush showing up on his cheeks.

“A-Ahaha! Hahaha! R-Right! Sorry, Gaston.” LeFou replied with a nervous giggle, remembering the first half of their act last night.

“Don’t worry about it, stud~ Maybe I’ll let you have me again tonight-”

“Heh! Hey! Look at Gaston!” A voice called from the left of where Gaston walked.

Gaston and LeFou halted as the voice turned into a loud, bellowing laughter, coupled by others.

“You look like you belong in a brothel!” The villager declared loudly.

LeFou furrowed his brows at the fact that someone would DARE insult the mighty Gaston. He was someone who commanded respect, even in his new, effeminate form. The short-statured human opened his mouth to retort at the ridiculer, when…

“Is that so~?” Gaston asked in a low, sultry, flowing voice, catching not only the one passing the insults, but LeFou off-guard as well. His opponent’s eyes blinked to find him standing there one minute, and strutting toward him the next. The ridiculer stood there frozen in anticipation. “Well~ Maybe you’d like to entertain that, hmm~?” Gaston offered in a deep, husky voice, his strides slowing as he now towered over his detractor.

“Uhhh…” The ridiculer merely stared fearfully at the taller Gaston, who he was only collarbone-height with. His fear became exacerbated when Gaston gripped the front collar of his shirt. Gaston turned and pressed his back against him in an unprecedented move, something firm and warm grinding against the ridiculer’s crotch and groin.

“Wouldn’t you~?” Gaston asked in a seductive lowering of his voice, narrowing his eyes as he rubbed his clothed, supple rear against this fearful man’s bulge. “Oh, I don’t mind, monsieur~” He purred huskily, his breath wafting against the captivated man’s cheek.

“E-Erm…I…” The ridiculer stammered before glancing down at the part grinding against his bulge. Gaston’s ass beneath those yellow shorts was big, firm, and oh-so plump, more so than any woman’s. His bulge began to expand in his breeches as that ass nudged against it.

“You wanna take this somewhere else~?” Gaston offered in a faint, seductive voice.

The ridiculer’s lust was getting the better of him. It was so queer, so taboo, so alluring. He simply couldn’t resist much longer.

“Y-Yes, Gaston~!” The ridiculer cried out with unbridled, unrestrained lust. He hadn’t any time to think his decision through. His need for booty was purely beyond reason at this point.

“Come with me~” Gaston murmured and unhanded the ridiculer’s collar, beginning his trek to a hidden spot as he followed. His steps followed the way back to the tavern, but his partner didn’t mind. If he got to have his way with him for just a mere minute, that was enough.

LeFou tailed Gaston and his new lover back the way they came. He couldn’t resist watching them go at it, even when he himself had the honor of mounting Gaston last night. Part of the excitement from last night’s tryst was how passionate Gaston was, the sluttiness of his new self.

Gaston and the ridiculer turned left down the alleyway next to the tavern. They then turned the corner to behind the building. LeFou jogged down the alley and kept himself hidden behind the wall. He peaked from behind the corner, watching Gaston shove his detractor against the back wall of the tavern. His eyes were locked in a hungry gaze down at the smaller man as he kept those small shoulders pinned against the wall.

“Mmm~ Let’s get these lousy pants off and see what you’ve got hidden under there~” Gaston murmured as he descended to his knees. His hands fiddled with the ridiculer’s belt and whipped it loose from around his trousers. He grabbed the sides of those breeches and tugged them down, the loincloth beneath sinking as well, revealing his rather short, throbbing length, protruding out at about seven inches.

“Hmm…well…” Gaston grumbled as he turned his blue eyes away from the erection before him. “I’m more of a size matters type guy, but…” He trailed off, reaching and gracing that small scrotum with his palm.

“H-Hah~” The ridiculer let out a shaky, slightly moaned breath, shivering from the groping of his sack.

“I’m sure you can entertain me~” Gaston finished with a low, seductive growl. He placed his other, free hand flat against his partner’s thigh as he dropped his jaw, opening his mouth and nearing the jolting, veiny member.

“O-Ohhh~” The ridiculer sighed out a moan and leaned his head back upon feeling those lips close around his foreskin, that tongue gliding against the underside of his sensitive tip.

“Mmm~” Gaston hummed deeply, faintly as he took the whole member into his mouth. It felt surprisingly bigger than it looked. His lips pressed against the hair-covered base of the shaft, his nose taking in the light yet musky scent. Gaston shut his eyes and eased his head back.

“Hahh~ Ohhh~” The ridiculer released a couple mild moans as Gaston bucked his head back to the tip. That hand yanked against his skin, tugging the foreskin back under his tip, leaving it bare in the sissy stud’s mouth. “Hoh~!” The ridiculer let out a louder moan as Gaston instantly entered his member back into his mouth. The motion repeated itself from that point on. The ridiculer’s hands twitched and trembled against the wall behind him.

“Hmmmmm~” Gaston moaned and let his eyes open and shift up to the pleasured yet wanting face of his detractor. “Hmhm~” He chuckled and narrowed his blue eyes as he continued sucking, relishing in the effect he had on this man. Any fear Gaston had, any shred of doubt about his image or his abilities faded away. It’s like he’d been doing this for years.

At the corner, LeFou kept his eyes wide and pinned on the action ahead of him. The rest of this body remained hidden behind the wall as he pleasured his own self, stroking his length with each bob of Gaston’s head.

“Ohnnn~ Hohh~ Mmf~” The ridiculer moaned and shut his eyes as his head sunk. His eyes eased back open, meeting Gaston’s before trailing down that new wicked body he possessed, down to the cusp of that ass. He couldn’t wait for the opportunity to try his hand at pounding him.

“Mmm~ Pwah~” Gaston pulled back and exited the cock from his mouth with a gasp. He shifted on his knees and turned around, descending further onto all-fours, presenting his ass through those yellow shorts to his critic, who stood simply stunned behind him. Gaston reached for the button of his shorts and slipped it past the loop, then slipped it down past his hips and to his knees.

“U-Uhh…” The ridiculer stood there simply amazed, aroused by what he saw. Gaston’s black thong was tucked neatly beneath those ever-supple asscheeks. The latter’s large hand burrowed its fingers beneath the waistband, tugging the black cloth down and making his ass bare.

“Show me what you can do, stud~” Gaston offered in a lustful twist of his deep voice. His hand lightly slapped the left half of that ass, making it jiggle.

The detractor could only stand there, frozen with lust, like a primal instinct had overtaken him. His erection throbbed as he inched closer to the submissive Gaston. He lowered his smaller frame atop his temporal lover and spread his practically perfect ass. The ridiculer positioned his legs behind Gaston’s hips, his thighs hovering above those big buttocks. Squatting lower, the tip of his wet, exposed member brushed against the hole of his partners.

“Yes, that’s it~ Put it inside~” Gaston encouraged in a murmur, looking back with half-lidded eyes at his critic. He felt the pressure against his entrance growing before the tip finally shoved through. Gaston shivered, a moan catching in his throat.

“Ohhh~” The ridiculer leaned his head back with a moan, followed by a sigh. He folded his thighs further against himself as he pushed in his length further, groaning from the sensation. Gaston’s big buttocks fit into his groin, rubbing and nudging oh-so temptingly against it. His hands grabbed and practically latched the firm yet slim waist below.

“Mmm~ Just pound me already~” Gaston asked in a low, breathy voice. He felt the member inside him slip back, and then charge back inside him. “Hohhh, yeahh~ Just like that~” Gaston moaned deeply in approval, rolling his blue eyes back into his head briefly before shutting them.

“Hnf~!” The ridiculer let out a brief, muffled bellow before bucking his hips back quickly and thrusting them forth just as fast. Gaston moaned and carefully sunk his head as the unexpected, repeated rhythm rocked him.

“Huhh~ Oh~ Mmm~ Uhnnn~ F-Fuhhhck~” Gaston mumbled under his shaky breath, feeling his ass ripple from each contact made.

“Hah~! Ah~ Ahahh~! Hohn~! Mmf~ Nnghh~” The ridiculer growled like an animal as he charged inside. The tightness of that hole gripped his length. Whether or not it was due to it being an anus, the muscularity of the sissy Gaston, or the broadness of his hips didn’t matter. It just felt too damn good.

“Yes~ Hahn~! P-Pound me~ Fuck me~! Harder~! Mnf~!” Gaston moaned louder and reached under himself, grasping his sizeable penis on the other side of the action. The motion in the ocean was above parr from the beginning of LeFou’s rut from last night, but nothing was above stroking.

“Uhn~! Hng~ H-Hahh~! Oh~ S-Shit~! Ahn~ Fuck~!” The detractor leaned his head back and let his pleasured voice roam free, giving less than half a damn about the circumstances surrounding him and his partner, where they were at. He lived purely in this moment, wild and unhinged with lust. His only priority was breeding this androgynous vision before him, indulging in this lewd art with endless abandon. His thrusting became unchained, just like him, causing him to slam harder into Gaston, just as he requested.

“Y-Yes~! Mnng~! Agghhh~ Yeahhh~ More~ More~!” Gaston pleaded, his hand stroking faster around his length. Much like his partner, he let himself be taken, submitting to the beastly, stag-like man atop his body.

“Hohh~ Mmnnn~ Ohn~! Y-Yeahhh~ C-C’mon~ Take it~!” The ridiculer hissed, letting his primal side completely overtake him. His pounding came faster, his orgasm on approach.

“Hah~! Ahn~! Oohn~! Oh, I’m close~! A-Ah~! O-Ohhhhh~! Huuggghhh~” Gaston groaned louder, feeling his spunk erupt from his penis due to his stroking and his partner’s unrestrained methods. His seed spilled onto the ground below, his hole squeezing the member with him.

“A-Ahahhh~! Oh~! F-Fuhuck~! AGH~! Hoh~!” The detractor rapidly slammed inside, his mind now distant from anything else around him as he chased his orgasm. His hands clenched Gaston’s waist, and breaths hissed past his clenched teeth. “GRHHHH~! GYAAAHHH~! Hahhhh~!” He roared, and with one last charge inside, he finally spilled his semen deep inside. As the ridiculer continuously huffed, he eased his eyes back open, finding Gaston looking back at him with a satisfied smile.

“Great work, you~” Gaston remarked with a low, seductive voice, followed by a cheeky, girly giggle. His detractor gently pulled out of him and pushed back, landing against the wall behind him with a tired moan of ecstasy as his lips curled into a smile. Gaston rose from his hands and knees, humming out a groan of pain as his hips ached.

The ridiculer took his time recovering as Gaston got dressed. He heard those heel boots click and come into view of his narrowed eyes.

“Now, what do you say~?” Gaston asked playfully and lightly tilted the critic’s jaw to him.

“S-Sorry, Gaston!” The detractor blurted out with a once again nervous tone.

“Good boy~” Gaston whispered as he lowered and kissed his partner’s cheek, then he dragged his tongue with a lewd hum across the side of his face.

The ridiculer felt his cheeks go red again. He felt like he could go for a second round right then and there.

“Thank you!” Gaston said with a girly tinge to his otherwise deep voice, waving back at his fuck with a girly giggle as he approached the corner. Upon turning left, he found something quite curious. Not only did he forget that LeFou was along for the ride, he was shocked to find that he was slumped next to the corner, flaccid cock in his hand with a few long ropes of cum in front of him.

“LeFou?” Gaston questioned with a hint of growing intrigue.

“Hehe! Sorry, Gaston!”

Chapter Text

“You know, you could’ve joined in~” Gaston said as he and LeFou exited the alleyway.

“Oh, it’s fine. I’d…rather not get in the way of your fun.” LeFou replied humbly with a lengthy, straightened smile, following the object of his hero-worship and lust.

“Heh! You really are Le-FOOL, aren’t you~?” Gaston teased seductively, arching a brow with a grin.

“Uh…” LeFou stammered, feeling intimidated by the manly sissy’s gaze and charm.

“Two men are better than one, hmmm~?” Gaston purred rhetorically, crossing his arms.

“M-Maybe…” LeFou replied with a chuckle, turning his eyes away from the tall, girly hunk. “I’m just wondering how you can walk after taking something like that!” He returned his gaze to Gaston with a laugh.

“Oh, I bet you’d WANT to see that, eh?” Gaston asked with a giggle, continuing with his friend and fuckbuddy down the sidewalk. “Trust and believe, that one wasn’t so big. Not to say it wasn’t fun, buuuut it’s not nearly enough to make me limp~” He boasted with a cock of his hip toward LeFou.

“Hehe! I believe it, Gaston~” LeFou chuckled, trying to match Gaston’s flirtatious energy.

“If you wanna try, though~” Gaston offered with a low growl. A pinkish blush soon arrived on his minion’s cheek.

“R-Really?” LeFou blinked, feeling his spent manhood and scrotum tingle at the chance to ride Gaston’s fat ass again, even though he’d already been pleasured.

“Sure~” Gaston purred before turning and shoving the shorter man against the wall, pinning him there with his giant knee. “How about you mount me here and now~? Make me scream for you~” He growled with a devious smirk and glare down at his follower and friend.

“G-Gaston! Ah…” LeFou released a simple moan as the knee pressed and grinded against his bulge. He hadn’t any clue whether or not Gaston was jesting or serious.

“What’s so wrong, LeFou~? You certainly manned up last night~ What’s the problem now, hmmm~?” Gaston asked all sultry-like with a giggle.

“I-I…um…” LeFou stammered timidly, looking down at his bulge, which Gaston’s knee still pressed against. “I-I kinda need some time to er…c-collect myself! You know, since I er…”

“Hmph! Suit yourself, LeFou~” Gaston chuckled, releasing his shorter friend’s bind to the stone wall.

“Heh! I-I think you’re getting a bit too comfortable with your new self, Gaston.” LeFou weighed in with a laugh.

“Oh? How do you mean?” Gaston asked, proceeding down the dirt and stone road with a slight stride.

“Er, suggesting we…have sex in public like that?” LeFou answered timidly.

“Nonsense! Ever since I slipped the ring on, the taboo in me’s just WAITING to run wild~” Gaston replied with a wink and seductive flick of his tongue.

“Hey! Gaston!”

Gaston and LeFou stopped and turned their heads to a strong, proud-looking man across the street. His hair was blonde and short, and his eyes an adorable dark brown. His body was robust and masculine, much like Gaston without the feminizing effects of the ring.

“Oh god, not another one…” Gaston sighed with a brief sulk before returning his gaze to the potential critic. “What can I do for you?” He asked, grinning with a subtle wink at the hunk. “You want…company~?” Gaston offered, his voice dipping seductively.

“Sorry, I’m not a queer like you.”

“Uh! EXCUSE me!” Gaston exclaimed loudly, exuding some of his newfound feminine energy as he scowled across at his now obvious detractor. He marched onto the street, his hips swiveling with an implicit flirtatiousness.

“W-Wait! Gaston!” LeFou tried to simmer his friend down, fearing that he might do something rash.

“So, it’s a FIGHT you want, eh?!” Gaston asked in a bellowing voice.

“A fight? Heh! What would a fight do?” The hunk asked rhetorically with a chuckle and shrug. “I’ve been waiting to challenge you, Gaston, and seeing who you are now makes it all the more justified.” He said with a further deepening of his brows.

“Who I am now has little to do with how strong I am!” Gaston retorted in a half-pout, his voice still prideful in the face of such criticism.

“We’ll see about that.” The hunk said with a chuckle. “Do you remember that stag you were told about? Only a few days ago?” He asked with a brow raise.

“Yeah?” Gaston replied, seemingly mimicking the other stud’s brow raise with confusion.

“I find it hard to believe that you of all people didn’t come back with its carcass. Oh well, maybe you were too busy hooking up with some other young bucks.”

“Hey! You better watch your mouth!” LeFou chimed in at Gaston’s defense, scowling up at the would-be rival.

“Well, why are you bringing it up now? You wanna challenge me to a hunt?” Gaston questioned, crossing his arms.

“You could say that,” The blonde hunk replied with a nod. “I’d jump at ANYTHING to prove that I’m better for Belle than you.” He added with a sneer.

“Hah! YOU’RE better for Belle?! Hahaha! You don’t know a damn thing about her, do you?” Gaston guffawed with disbelief. “Listen here, you…”

“Bernard…” The blonde hunk revealed his name.

“Er, l-listen here, Bernard, Belle’s mine! You hear me?” Gaston insisted, baring his teeth partially in a grimace.

“And why would you think that?” Bernard asked with a brow raised, sparing a smug smirk at the sissified stud. “Why do you even care about Belle anymore? It looks like you’re better off with a guy, one manlier than yourself, of course.”

“Heh! You know what they say about business and pleasure.” Gaston said, huffing out a chuckle thereafter. “So, a hunt for this stag, if it even exists?” He asked with a growing smile.

“Indeed, and the right to marry Belle, no less.” Bernard added, followed by a nod.

“This isn’t about Belle, you hear?” Gaston asserted, uncrossing his arms to place his hands on his wide hips. “This is about showing you, and everyone else who doubts me, how strong I truly am!” He stated sternly with pride, showing a fist to Bernard.

“Oh, I don’t deny that,” Bernard assured with a chuckle. “But only one of us can come out on top. And I’ll make damn sure that it’s me.” He stated sternly, pointing his left thumb at himself.

“Heh! You’re not by yourself.” Gaston retorted, his tone challenging and fierce. “When and where?” He asked.

“Tomorrow morning. I’d advise you not to be late, but let’s be honest, there’s no fairness in nature, my…’friend’.” Bernard sneered briefly at Gaston. “Until then…” He said before parting ways with his rival, walking right down the street under Gaston’s gaze.

“Did…that just happen, Gaston?” LeFou chimed in with disbelief.

“I do believe so.” Gaston replied, glaring at Bernard as he walked off. “Who does he think he is, challenging ME?!” He let out a brief bellow.

“I know, right? He oughta know better! You’re GASTON!” LeFou tried hyping up his friend. Then, he noticed Gaston’s mounting grin. “W-What is it?” LeFou asked with a quick duo of blinks.

“He is quite cute~” Gaston noted in a low, lewd voice. A soft red-pink blush spawned on his fair, semi-masculine face.

“Er, G-Gaston, I…don’t think now’s the time to be thinking about that stuff…” LeFou replied with a somewhat confused squiggle on his lips.

“Why not, LeFou?” Gaston pouted slightly as he scowled down at his friend. “It’s not MY fault he’s such a stud~” His voice turned more lewd and desiring as he looked in the direction of Bernard, sighing as his lips curled into a smile.

“Eh…alright…” LeFou sighed in defeat, looking away from the taller, feminine man. “B-But we need to prepare for tomorrow!” He suggested with a pinch of urgency, looking back up at Gaston.

“Prepare?” Gaston blinked and glanced back down at the smaller gentleman. “Hah! You’re telling me? Gaston? The best hunter in all the LAND, if not the world, to prepare?” He asked with a smirk, raising a brow at LeFou’s proposal.

“Er, I-I didn’t mean it like that, Gaston!” LeFou assured, recoiling away with timidity, his smile going wobbly.

“Good. Otherwise, I would have to…punish you~” Gaston purred low and seductively, narrowing his eyes at the implication.

“U-Uhhh…” LeFou blinked, his smile washing away as a pink-red blush spawned on his plump cheeks.

“I do need a another throne, after all~ Wouldn’t that be fun for you~?” Gaston asked in a lust-laden voice, his smile broadening as he sent a double-twitch of his brows to the shorter man.

“E-Er…I-I…” LeFou stammered as his blush deepened. The bulge in his pants began to expand at the concept of being submersed beneath all that ass.

“Hmph! Not now, LeFou~” Gaston said in sigh-like voice, leaning down and stroking LeFou’s bumpy chin, going closer with his eyes closed and teasing him with a kiss on the cheek.

LeFou jolted slightly upon feeling the quick peck on his face, his case of blue balls subsiding for that split second before quickly returning as soon as possible.

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Later That Evening…

Gaston sat in his luxurious chair by the fire, crossing his left thigh over the other, something previously out of character for him. His back leaned against the rear cushioning as his semi-bare thighs and legs soaked up the warmth.

His hands rested on the polished wood arms as he sent a determined gaze up to the framed painting of himself, which sat directly above the fire. It served as a memoir to his old self, the proud, dashing, pillar of masculinity he used to be. Sitting here, gazing at this art, it was the only time the two Gastons were present.

“What would the old me do…?” Gaston asked himself, furrowing his brows further. “What am I talking about? I am the old Gaston! The only thing that’s changed about me is looks and charm-”

“Hey! Gaston!” A boisterous voice belonging to one of the patrons disturbed his thought. The man himself grumbled slightly from the rude interruption and twisted his head to the commotion with a mild glare. “Cum over here, will ya?” The patron asked with a devilish grin that his two friends shared.

With his curiosity piqued by the emphasis on the first word, Gaston unraveled his legs and lifted from the chair. His high heels began clicking against the wooden floor as he sauntered toward the patrons.

“Well boys, what do you have for me?” Gaston questioned with a playful smirk growing on his lips as he approached the bar. The one who called him over chuckled deviously before looking either way at the other two before presenting to him a glass pitcher full of a pearly white fluid.

“Dare ya to down the WHOLE thing~” The patron challenged with a knowing grin.

Gaston’s smirk faded as he neared the strange liqueur. It wasn’t milk, too viscous and not all-white. As he neared the obscure fluid, Gaston picked up on the odd metallic smell, which had a bit of a musky tinge. In seemingly a split second, he figured out just what it was.

Luckily, THIS Gaston was willing to play along. He was always ready for a good time~

A smirk warped Gaston’s lips as he looked ahead at the patrons. It was good to see that the villagers were taking kindly to his new self, but a pitcher full of semen wasn’t any such challenge for his eager, confident, and slutty self.

“Hah! Well, if that’s the case~” Gaston mumbled amusedly and clutched the glass handle of the pitcher like a firm blade…or something hard and erect. He slowly brought the brim toward his lips, watching the thick pearly fluid jostle around, adding to his own sense of arousal.

Gaston gladly opened his maw with a smile and touched the rim to his lips, letting the manly spunk pour into his readied mouth with ease. The patrons who dared him to do the deed in the first place gasped, their jaws nearly plummeting toward the floor.

“Mmmm~” Gaston hummed faintly and closed his eyes as he began chugging the salty fluid. The bulge in his yellow shorts began growing larger. He was truly making the most of his new self. Maybe later, he’d take these three into his quarters for some downtime.

Gaston was reaching the halfway point of the glass. There was only so much cum left to suck down, but he wasn’t willing to stop just now, no matter how enduring or lewd the challenge was.

Soon, there was only about a pint left, or less than one. Hefty breathing went in and out of Gaston’s nose, and he squinted his eyes open. The patrons watching were left aghast at this manly sissy’s performance.

“Mmm~ Goes down salty~” Gaston purred lustily, narrowing his eyes accordingly at his audience of three with a smirk.

“I-I uh…w-wow! Great job, Gaston!” The patron said, surprised, taken aback, and even a little unnerved at Gaston’s willingness to consume the seed of another man.

“Hmph! No challenge is above the mighty Gaston!” Gaston bellowed mildly with a chuckle, arching his arms. His maw sat open with a smile while his tongue seductively scraped across his teeth as he gazed at the three men. The patrons’ gazes lingered as he spun around and made his way back to his chair in front of the fire.

Gaston let out a groan of comfort as he settled back against the red cushions, his legs and thighs crossing over each other, and a content smile pulling at his lips. That was until a short shadow lightly peered over his majestic frame. Gaston turned his head right to find LeFou, his cheeks glowing red while a wobbly smile curled along the lower region of his face.

“Heh! What’s with that face of yours~?” Gaston asked, his voice twisting playfully.

LeFou hummed playfully and narrowed his eyes, leaning closer while biting his lip.

“Oh, Gaston~ Please punish me~” The manlet pleaded with a flutter of his eyes.

“Punish you?” Gaston blinked, his teasing look turning into one of surprise.

“You said you needed…another throne~” LeFou offered with a falter in his confidence. Gaston spared a trio of blinks, his own cheeks turning pinkish-red.

“Hmph!” Gaston chuckled in amusement, his smirk returning as his piercing blue eyes narrowed. He rose from his chair, still looking back down at LeFou. “Assume the position, will you~?” He asked with a subtle motion to the cushioned seat of the chair behind him.

“H-Heeere, Gaston? A-Are you sure~?” LeFou questioned with a brow raised, his tone high and sheepish.

“Well…it would be more fun~” Gaston argued in a playful twist and purr of his voice. “Unless you’re not man enough like I thought~” He teased with a low, huffed out chuckle.

“A-Alright…” LeFou agreed somewhat reluctantly with a nod before laying back on the seat of Gaston’s chair. His voice, although filled with lust, was also a bit timid.

Gaston didn’t send an answer back to his willing, submissive friend, only a narrowed eye. His devious smirk stood blocked by his broad, firm shoulder. He fiddled with the belt surrounding the hem of his short yellow shorts, the buckle clanking before his large digits found the button and slipped it through the loop, dropping them to the floor.

LeFou’s bulge immediately grew more expansive in his beige trousers upon seeing Gaston’s grand, glorious posterior out for any and all to see, only clothed by a thin black thong. His excitement and arousal grew as Gaston backed up toward him. LeFou’s legs hung from the chair in between his androgynous friend’s athletic, muscular, yet shaven legs.

“Hmph!” Gaston chuckled while looking lustily down at LeFou’s goofy, nervous, and aroused visage below. The manly sissy then casually lowered himself, his hips and ass going dangerously close to LeFou’s face.

However, Gaston wasn’t above teasing, especially not his sheepish, compact stud of a friend. He stopped his motion and hovered his plump bubble butt just only an inch or two away from LeFou’s face. Gaston could feel the hot breaths of anticipation landing against his bare asscheeks.

“Mmmf~ Please~ Gaston~” LeFou begged in a simple, faint whimper of longing.

“How badly do you want it, LeFou~?” Gaston questioned, a long, devilish grin spanning across his chiseled face as he gazed down past his shoulder at the mini-man about to be smothered in 30+ pounds of fat, pristine ass.

“Badly~! Like r-really bad~” LeFou replied with a faint, wanting groan, placing his small hands against the warm, exposed flesh of Gaston’s glorious backside. “I’d LOVE to be buried beneath it~” The short human sighed out with lust, his hot breath landing against the smooth, fair skin hovering above his face.

“So be it~” Gaston murmured before finally planting his glorious ass onto his partner’s face. “Mmmm~” The feeling and warmth made him moan and squirm his hips against LeFou’s willing visage.

LeFou wriggled his face against the two fat, supple buttocks, trying to fit it in between the cleft that guaranteed so much pleasure. His hands, dwarfed by Gaston’s plentiful posterior, grabbed tighter at the tender flesh and properly spread them apart, tugging the thin black thong downwards. His face fit perfectly in between Gaston’s ass, whose hips swiveled around at the breaths from LeFou’s nose, which took in the musk.

Gaston glared with desire down below at the smaller man submerged in his ass. The dominating nature of sitting on LeFou’s face, combined with the taboo nature of doing all this in public, made his giant hard between his thighs throb wildly. Then…

“Hohhhh~” Gaston sighed out a moan and shivered upon feeling a tongue stroke past his hole and the surrounding regions. His hands, which rested on either of the chair’s arms beside him, began trembling and clutching against the velvet and leather.

“Mmmm~ Lahhhh~” LeFou sighed and gasped against the flesh of Gaston’s nether region while dragging his slick, wet, warm tongue against the pucker in the center. To have his face be made a throne out of by a manly yet feminine hunk, not to mention his idol, and be able to make him moan and squirm with just his tongue, it made him feel so dominant in this rather submissive moment.

“F-Fuh~ Nnnnfff~ Nghhh~” Gaston moaned and clenched his teeth in a wince of pleasure. How was it that a mere tongue had him more on edge than a big, throbbing spear?

Speaking of spears, just as Gaston’s length pulsed in between his thighs, LeFou’s spire pressed out from the center of his trousers, threatening to rip through the firm fabric. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to ease some of that tension.

Gaston lifted the tight hem of his partner’s trousers and guided it past the spike, which throbbed out and sprung free in the openness of the tavern. Once LeFou’s length was exposed, a surge of fire rose through Gaston’s supple yet muscular body at the taboo of doing such things with the risk of being seen.

Then again, he wouldn’t mind if someone or another joined in…

Gaston collected both his length and LeFou’s into his firm, large hand. With a moan from another stroke of the latter’s tongue against his hole, Gaston began stroking both of the cocks in his grasp.

“Mhmhmm~! Mla-ahhh~! Ohhhh~” LeFou’s moans, muffled, came out louder from the pleasurable sensation on his length.

“L-LeFou…not so loud…” Gaston huffed out, his black brows swooping to the side. For the first time in his life, his vulnerability was laid bare, all for any prying ears to hold witness to. His hand continued cranking both of their lengths, his hips doing the occasional jitter as LeFou’s tongue passed against his hole, earning a moan from his throat.

“Mmmm~ lahhh~ Ahnngg~” LeFou gasped and moaned against his partner’s, his idol’s puckered entrance. His hands scaled up Gaston’s plump rump, gripping and fondling the smooth, tender skin. LeFou reeled his hand back and slapped the ass smothering his face.

“Nnnf~” Gaston let out one shaky moan from the pleasurable impact against his buttock. He looked nervously to the left past his chair, then to the other side at the right, trying to make sure they weren’t being spied on. Thankfully, no one had seen them yet. Good on the chair for providing such little visibility, and LeFou for being so damn small.

Gaston’s hand began stroking his and LeFou’s lengths even faster down, earning moans from either party. He grunted out another moan and pressed his rear back against the face that was in between his buttocks, shutting his eyes and soaking up all the pleasure from LeFou’s tongue against his anus, and from the handjob he serviced himself and his partner with.

“Mmmf~! Hnn~! Nnn~!” LeFou moaned and murmured louder beneath Gaston’s ass, much to the latter’s fear and chagrin. However, the thrill of getting caught like this got to LeFou, driving him closer to release.

LeFou hugged Gaston’s ass closer to his face, working his rhythms and motions around his partner’s hole at a faster, more aggressive pace. His legs and hands began shaking around as he neared his orgasm.

“M-Mmmnnnnnnn~”

LeFou spurted ropes and ropes of warm white spunk all over Gaston’s hand and the wooden floor beneath.

“Hah~ Ahn~” Gaston moaned and huffed as he masturbated his single, unsatisfied member while the tongue below continued to lick his hole. Much like LeFou, his own orgasm was on the horizon as well. His huge hand cranked the massive length as he began to tense up. “Hohhn~! O-Ohhhhh~” Gaston let a deep, careless set of moans course out from his maw. He leaned his head back and let his seed jot out onto the floor below, mixing in with LeFou’s.

LeFou by now had stopped licking, merely left a panting mess much like his much larger partner. His hot, heavy breaths breezed against Gaston’s nether regions. The latter’s buttocks were pressed on and around LeFou’s face.

“Hahhhhh~” Gaston lifted up from LeFou, tugging up his thin black thong and stepping forth on a pair of tired, wobbly legs. He let out a muffled groan from his throat as he bent over, providing one last view of his ass to LeFou before lifting up and donning his short yellow shorts once more.

Gaston glanced back at the shorter, more compact human. A smirk arrived along with a ‘hmph’ as he gazed at LeFou’s tired expression.

“Seems like I took someone’s breath away~” Gaston said amusedly, lustily with a sense of satisfaction.

LeFou looked back up at his now standing partner, now struck by the post-orgasm ecstasy and fatigue. A dumb, pleased smile arrived on his face, along with a giggle.