Toy Apprentice

"Boy!" the sorcerer yelled, grabbing his apprentice by the collar. "What did I tell you about reading these books while I was gone?"

"T-to never, ever, Master...?"

"Right! So why, tell me, does my castle smell of brimstone? And what is this?" He lifts the boy's tunic, revealing the golden scar the bite left.

"I...ah..." Alban has no good answer, and he knows it. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll never do it again. I'll take any punishment you give me," the apprentice says.

The sorcerer smiles into the sleeve of his robe. He has a similar scar, from a similar exploration while an apprentice. He's sure Alban has already been...punished...and that his apprentice is now of a certain age. A fairly young master, the sorcerer smiles again, feeling his cock harden thinking of his apprentice being pounded by a demon...of doing some pounding of his own. He thinks of a punishment. "Go to your room. We'll speak of this in the morning."

Alban is clearly relieved, hardly stopping to say, "Thank you, Master!" before hurrying away.

When he's sure the boy is asleep, he prepares the spell.
***
The next morning, Alban is shocked to wake up with the sorcerer in bed beside him, wearing a rather lustful smile.

"Good morning, apprentice. Go make me breakfast."

"'morning, Master" Alban says sleepily. "Don't you mean make us breakfast?"

"Oh, you won't be eating for a while...stand up."

Alban stands and fights back a scream. "What am I? What happened?!"

The sorcerer smiles. "You are a doll. A toy. My toy. If your sexual cravings have become so unfulfilled that you are turning to demons...well...you should have told me."

It is true, the boy sees as he stumbles to a mirror. He is made of cloth and stuffing. He doesn't need to breathe. He feels no hunger or thirst. He realizes that he's naked, and that, unlike most dolls, he is not simply smooth in front. Or back. He blushes. "I didn't...it wasn't...how am I walking? I don't have bones! I'm fluff!" He doesn't dare question the sorcerer's punishment.

"Be that as it may," his Master smiles, "you still had sex with a demon. And you still enjoyed it."

Alban blushes and doesn't protest.

"As for walking...you move because I want you to move. So that you can still do chores. Like getting food," he reminds the apprentice. "You will be unable to perform magic while in this condition, but aside from that, your life should really be much more simple."

The boy goes to do as he's told, a little unsteady on his new legs. While he waits for the food to be ready, he's suddenly very curious. Grabbing some oil, he puts some on his finger and presses it to his anus. It is warm and feels like silk--the rest of him feels rougher, like cotton. It is tight and still deliciously sensitive. Washing his finger, he experimentally tries the front. His cock, also feeling like silk, can get hard.

Hearing the kettle whistle for tea, the apprentice stops with a blush before he goes all the way. He seems to be fully functional.

He gathers the breakfast things, almost looking forward to these new lessons.