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The Homo Bomb - Lewis Ashton

Make sure to check out the rest of this series by @immortalmrwavell!

Prologue

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Case Title: The Homo Bomb

Subject: Lewis Ashton

Body Status: Unchanged (image attached)

Sexuality Status: Changed. Now 100% homosexual, previously 100% heterosexual

Interview Notes:

Divide and conquer had been the name of the game since Wavell set off the Homo Bomb. Split up and follow up on as many different cases as they possibly could. He didn't know about Wavell, but Dane had done so many of these he’d started cataloguing them all in the fancy tablet he was using for notes. He was always the organised type, being a former teacher required it, and he was glad for it now with the amount of people he’d spoken to.

Dane had found this particular guy on a local beach. It’d been surprisingly empty considering the sunny day, even late into the evening when he had stumbled across the man sitting alone by the water; the beach was meant to be busy late into the night according to Wavell’s previous scouting's of the city. Though, with the recent... weather phenomenon and its consequences he could understand it being almost deserted. People didn’t want to be out after a strange mist settled over the place out of nowhere and made people start changing.

The tattooed jock had piqued Dane’s interest to say the least. He’d been sitting with the waves just lapping at his bare feet, head in his hands as the setting sun shimmered against the water. It’d been a sad picture, and one that definitely set off Homo-Bomb alarms in his head. This guy had clearly been through something, so Dane approached with a steady pace so as to not cause alarm.

“You one of those dudes running around asking questions?” The unnamed jock had said as Dane came to stand a few feet behind him. “I’ve heard you’re trying to figure out what happened. Well, I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me the fuck out of your stupid ass study. Thanks.”

Standoff-ish.

“I’m just here to help.” Dane walked around the jock and made a show of switching off his tablet; he’d have to make the rest of his notes on this guy afterwards. “Look, nothing official. Just want to have a chat with you is all, okay? At least give me a name.”

"Lewis.” He paused. “Ashton.” All he received in return besides that was a half shrug and what looked like a scowl, but he couldn’t have been sure with the guy’s face turned towards the sand.

With no signs of outright hostility Dane took a seat in the sand beside the guy, even pulling off his tank top and throwing it in a pile with the tablet to put them on more equal footing. Dane let the pair of them sit in silence like that a while more, just listening to the sounds of the waves crash against the shore. In his years of experience as a teacher in the time before Mr Wavell came into his life he had long learned that the best way to get through to someone was time, so that was what he was going to give Lewis. Time, and a sign that he wasn’t alone.

“I was a fuckin’ asshole.” Lewis said unprompted an unknown amount of time later. “To so many people. I just, I guess I didn’t really know any better. I was raised to see the world in a particular way, to think that there was something wrong with being gay, and given I didn’t know any different I believed it. My parents are these religious nutters, and I don’t really believe in God or any of that bullshit, some of the other ‘lessons’ did stick though. Being gay is a sin being one of them. Then I started school and grew up into a teenager and stuff, and hey there were a bunch of other guys that thought the same way as me. We hung out, worked out together, and I guess at some point in there we just made ourselves worse you know? Talked and agreed that being gay was bad and unnatural...” Lewis paused and eyes Dane for a moment. “Ah fuck, just make your damn research notes or whatever. I can see you’re itching to do it.”

Dane gave Lewis a smile and grabbed his tablet. “I promise this is all 100% confidential. None of this is going to be published anywhere or anything, it’s just a... passion project for me and the other man you’ve seen around asking questions.”

“Yeah yeah whatever...” Lewis grumbled.

History of homophobia. Raised by religious parents to think that being gay was wrong and a sin, backed up by other homophobic classmates as a teenager.

“So, you were saying?” Dane prompted as he looked back up from his tablet. “Your friends.”

“Right.” Lewis rested his hands back on the sand and let his head roll back as he looked up at the sky. “Me and the boys were tight. Are tight I guess. But shit got serious when this shrimpy little Asian kid came out as gay, Jeremy. Now we had a target for all that hate that’d been brewing.” Lewis paused as his voice wavered a little, giving away a hint of emotion over what was to come next. “We bullied the fuck out of that poor kid. Beat him up, stole his shit, just made his life fuckin’ miserable.” Lewis looked back down, and Dane could see now the tears beginning to well up in his eyes. “A buddy of mine put him in the hospital with a broken rib at one point. The hospital. We just laughed at the time and moved on to someone else. How could I not see what a fuckin’ douchebag I was?”

Was an accomplice to putting a recently out kid in hospital in his teens. Showing high levels of remorse after self reflection.

Lewis apparently couldn’t stop the tears that’d build up from falling. Dane was impressed at the amount this experiment of Wavell’s had been able to do; such a strong emotional flip was more than he’d anticipated. He could only assume Lewis was completely gay now, which he’d get to asking in a moment, but it’d done far more than that. It’d given this homophobic guy a whole new outlook on life, or at least it seemed that way. Dane was very interested to delve deeper and find out more, once he’d dealt with the crying jock.

Dane shuffled a little closer and placed a tentative hand on the jock’s shoulder. He didn’t seem like the type to be very receptive to a hug, so this was second best. “At least you’re learning now, Lewis. Better late than never and all that, right?”

“I guess.” Lewis shrugged and sniffed through his still glassy eyes. “Don’t change that it happened though, and it ain’t like I can go make it unhappen.”

Dane raised a slightly challenging eyebrow. “But you can start living better and being kinder to show you’ve grown since then. There’s more than one way to make amends.”

“Yeah… Maybe.” Lewis said then trailed off into silence.

Another brief silence passed between them, but it wasn’t like the last. It was lighter and more comfortable than before now Lewis had got some of the stuff he needed off his chest. Dane thought now would be a good opportunity for a few of the more routine questions, the ones he probably already knew the answers to but needed to get done anyway.

“You mind if I ask you a couple more questions? Just basic facts and stuff.” Dane said as he opened up his tablet again.

Lewis shrugged again. “Eh, I guess you may as well. Too far into this to really stop now ain’t I?”

Dane nodded as he glanced down at his tablet, ready to type as he asked questions. “So, you’re completely gay now, after the strange mist that covered the city last night?”

Lewis huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I am. Can’t stop thinking about… all that stuff.” Dane could see the look on Lewis’s face shifting slightly as he could only be imagining various men. “Sorry, yeah. Gay now, completely.”

“And, you were totally straight before all this happened? Not bi or anything like that?” Dane asked.

The jock nodded. “Oh yeah, completely. Fucking girls every night, or trying to at least. Had to kiss a dude on a dare once and remember wanting to puke afterwards. Now I can’t help but remember it as being hot as fuck when I think back.”

Complete flip of sexuality from straight to gay. Old memories of previous same sex kiss reevaluated.

“I suppose, on that subject, is there anything else that’s changed or you’ve seen differently since becoming gay?”

Lewis turned and looked at Dane, smirking a little. “You mean besides feeling like shit for all the awful stuff I did? Yeah, I suppose so. I mean, just being attracted to guys now is weird. You can understand that, right? Cause if you woke up tomorrow and suddenly you liked pussy instead of cock, you’d be weirded out too.” Dane nodded in response to Lewis’s question and let the jock continue. “I’ve always worked out and whatever because it’s fun, same with the tats. Being covered like this is just how I want to be, but it feels different now. I jerked off looking at my own reflection earlier, kind of different. Which was weird. And hot. I guess what I’m trying to say is I knew before this that I was hot, but now it’s in a more “I’d fuck myself” kind of way.”

Way he views personal appearance has shifted. Appreciation of own physical attractiveness, to the point he orgasmed looking at himself. Desire to act on new impulses will be checked based on previous subject’s records.

“Would you really?” Dane said with a slight smirk.

Lewis frowned. “Would I what?”

“Fuck yourself. If you had the chance to.”

“I… What? It’s not like that’s actually possible though.” When Dane didn’t give him any response of agreement, Lewis raised a quizzical eyebrow. “It’s not actually possible, is it? I guess I didn’t think I’d end up liking dudes, yet here I am after whatever the fuck happened.”

“Well, you’re right of course. Usually having sex with yourself isn’t at all possible, but after the event that caused this there have been some… anomalies.” Dane navigated away from the screen where he was making notes and quickly searched through his previous records. Thanks to his own organisation it didn’t take him long to filter through the ones flagged as anomalies to find the one he was looking for. “You see, I’ve got on record one Jeremy Willis that’s ended up looking like an exact copy of you somehow.”

Case Title: The Homo Bomb

Subject Name: Jeremy Willis

Body Status: Changed. Originally Asian twink, now muscular white man. (images attached, before provided by subject)

Sexuality Status: Unchanged. Gay originally (Flagged as anomaly)

Interview Notes:

Introverted, friendly.

Body identified as classmate that bullied him as a teenager, name Lewis Ashton.

No sexuality changes as was already gay before. Flagged as anomaly, will investigate further for reason as to why affected.

Unsure on opinion of new body. Bad memories and strange being white. Likes size, muscles make him feel safer.

Possible source of anomaly: Deep attraction to Lewis as a teenager. Continued following social media, works at coffee shop Lewis goes to.

Open to attempting life in new body. Have left workout and diet plan recommendations. Will consider recommendation to locate real Lewis.

Dane flipped the tablet around to show Lewis the ‘before’ picture Jeremy had given him earlier, as well as the newly taken picture of Jeremy. It was uncanny how identical they looked right down to the tattoos both had matching perfectly.

“That’s…” Lewis sat there and stared at the picture that looked every bit like him, but wasn’t one he knew that’d ever been taken of him. “That’s insane. That’s really Jeremy now?”

“Yup, that’s really him.” Dane smiled and took his tablet back. “For what it’s worth, he doesn’t seem to hold a massive grudge. He doesn’t much like you, so you’ll have to have a proper heart to heart, but I think you can get through to him. You can have a life you’ll enjoy now you’re gay, even if you feel like you might not deserve it. Never too late to show people you can change.”

“You think so? Maybe…” There was a small, slightly hopeful smile on Lewis’s face as he sat quietly and listened to Dane talk. He appeared to think about things for a moment before making any decisions, but soon pushed himself to his feet and gave Dane a slight grin.

“You know what, yeah. Thanks bro, I really needed that. I hope your research shit goes good… but honestly please don’t fix this. I don’t need to go back to being a straight asshole, especially if I can patch things up with Jeremy and have some fun with myself.” He reached down and adjusted what Dane could already see was a hardening bulge in his shorts. “God, I’m already getting horny just thinking about it. You know where he’s at right now?”

Dane nodded. “His place. Wasn’t planning to leave when I spoke to him a couple of hours ago.”

Lewis nodded. “Sick bro. Would love to chat more but I got places to be and boys to kiss.” He waved back at Dane as he ran off down the beach; he’d have to put that down on the list of people to pay another visit to later.

Conclusions on subjects Jeremy Willis and Lewis Ashton: Both will function well in new lives, provided talks go smoothly. Will be able to learn from each other and fill gaps; Lewis with body maintenance for Jeremy, Jeremy with sexuality and emotional growth for Lewis. Follow up on to see if sex happened. Jeremy on anomaly list requiring new ID, may or may not take part or all of Lewis’s name.

With his notes finally finished, Dane stood up and turned to head back towards the city. It had been a long day of gathering information on the inhabitants, and he was about ready to go take a break and see how Wavell had got on. “This Homo Bomb sure has been an interesting one of his…”

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“Jeremy?” Lewis called after he knocked on the door to the nerd’s apartment. “It’s Lewis. I spoke to some hot, young, bearded guy on the beach, he told me what happened to you. I know I might not exactly be the person you want to see right now but... Can we talk?”

He stepped back from the door and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. He’d been in shorts on the beach, but given what he’d come here for he reasoned he’d feel weird if he showed up in just shorts. So he’d swung by home and slipped a pair of jeans on instead, along with a white shirt for a slightly smarter look. It felt right given his reasons for going to see Jeremy.

“If you don’t answer that’s fine, I really get it.” He called a little louder. “I probably deserve it if you don’t…”

There was silence for a long moment. Lewis started to wonder if Jeremy was even home at all or if the guy at the beach had been wrong, not realising that the now identical copy of himself in question was standing right on the other side of the door having heard everything. Jeremy was a little shocked that Lewis even seemed to care at all, even with what he had heard happened to pretty much every straight guy in town. Lewis being here now was not something he quite expected or knew how to handle.

Lewis sighed and turned away from the door when it looked like his guess was correct, but paused and looked back at the sound of a lock click behind him.

“Wait.” He heard a voice he recognised as his own saying as the door to Jeremy’s place swung open. “You’re right, we should talk.”

He was standing there. Lewis had expected it of course, but actually getting to see himself standing in the doorway in just a towel was kind of a mind-fuck. He was still slightly wet, so had only just showered, which made Jeremy’s new tattooed muscles glisten slightly in the artificial light of the hallway. Lewis had to try his hardest not to stare, which he knew he probably wasn’t doing a good job of. “Really?” Lewis asked as his eyes lit up with a sliver of hope. “Inside?”

Jeremy nodded, then stepped to the side and waved a hand inside. “Come on in.”

The tension that floated between the two men as Lewis made his way inside to the living room was heavy and uncomfortable. The knowledge of what had gone down between the two was the elephant in the room, though that went right alongside the very obvious unspoken fact that Jeremy now looked like Lewis in every way. Right down to the slight swagger Lewis walked with thanks to bulky thighs and an impressive package, as well as his signature scowl Lewis knew his presence was responsible for; Jeremy could easily pass for Lewis if he was just walking down the street. It was uncanny and had Lewis getting a little hard already.

“So...” Lewis said a little nervously as he hovered around in the middle of the room.

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t used to seeing the big, confident Lewis Ashton so nervous and unsure of himself. “You can sit down you know; sofa won’t hurt you.” He said as he himself slumped down on the comfortable-looking leather sofa then ran a hand through his damp hair.

Lewis nodded, then stepped closer and sat down on the far edge of the sofa, away from Jeremy. “I’m surprised you let me in, you know. I fully expected to turn here and get kicked in the balls or something.” He said after another moment of slightly tense silence.

Jeremy shrugged. “Honestly? I was tempted. You definitely deserve it after the shit you and your friends pulled. But... I can’t really explain it. Maybe it’s something about the reality of looking like you now, probably forever, or the massive crush I’ve always had which I’m sure you know about, but here we are I guess. Talking. Because we sure as fuck need to if this is me forever now.”

“Wait, you had a crush on me?” Lewis was genuinely shocked at the news. “You really…? I guess that kinda explains lookin’ like me yeah? Damn…”

Jeremy blushed a little and nodded. “Yeah. I thought you knew? Wasn’t that the reason for all the shit you gave me?” Jeremy paused for a tense moment. “Did you really not realise I was into you? Am into you I suppose.”

Lewis gulped. There was confirmation of what he was hoping, that Jeremy was still very much attracted to him now he looked identical. It left a slight something in the air between them, a crackle of tension that was completely different to the tension originally. There was an unspoken knowledge that Lewis was here because he was now gay after what had happened, it wasn’t exactly a secret what had fallen over the place and turned all the straight men gay.

“I’m sorry Jeremy.” Lewis said with his eyes down-turned. “I know that don’t begin to make up for everything we did to you and I don’t expect it to, but this shit that’s happened and my chat with that buff dude has really given me some perspective. I don’t deserve any ounce of your forgiveness I really don’t, and I can’t even begin to work out how in the fuckin’ hell you’re still into me after everything. I want to make up for things, but I really don’t kn-”

“Stop talking and kiss me already god damn it Lewis.” Jeremy smirked.

Lewis blinked in confusion. “W-What?”

“Do you really think I’d have let you in here if I still had a horrible grudge against you?” Jeremy began with a sympathetic look on his face. “Yeah, you were a homophobic asshole, but I wouldn’t still like you if that was the only thing about you Lewis. I’ve seen you helping that old lady that lives next door to where I work with her shopping, I’ve seen you playing piano back at school when you thought no one knew. Yeah, you got a lot of making up to do, but you’re gay now right because of this mist stuff, and I could see it all over your face the second I opened the door; the little hopeful look in your eyes when I asked you to come in was adorably unmistakable.”

Lewis didn’t quite know what to say. Here he was expecting a difficult time trying to convince Jeremy to even give him the time of day, yet here he was, here they were together with Jeremy seeming to share the same desires as he did.

When Lewis said nothing, Jeremy shuffled a little closer on the sofa and continued. “I’ve got bad memories for sure. Especially when I look in the mirror and see your face, it’s a little strange to say the absolute least. I really wasn’t sure what I was going to do or say if I tracked you down like that dude suggested I do this morning, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it all day.” The distance between them closed even more as Jeremy kept moving as he spoke, right up until their thighs brushed together and he could reach out and take one of Lewis’s hands. “I knew when I saw you again just now what I wanted. You. Us. Anyone is capable of growing, so as long as you’re willing to put the work in and really prove you’re different, then why shouldn’t I give you the chance to show me you’re more than the worst parts of you? The circumstances are rather exceptional after all.”

Their joined hands were the sole focus of Lewis’s attention. The tattoos he recognised as his own that ran over the back of Jeremy’s in a perfect mirror. If he looked up he’d see his own masculine features staring back at him, the face and body he was so familiar with and also now so turned on by. “Really going to give me a chance eh?” He said in a small voice.

Jeremy nodded. “Yup. Yeah, sure I could stay mad, kick you in the balls and throw you out. But I rather selfishly have jerked off thinking about you for years and really would love for the chance to actually have this happen, grudges be damned.”

Lewis couldn’t be blamed then for kissing Jeremy. He’d been thinking about it ever since the chat on the beach, and now he was here it really was everything he had been hoping for. Jeremy kissed back just as hard as Lewis kissed, their tongues danced between them as neither man wrestled for too much dominance over the situation. His free hand was on the back of Jeremy’s head as their lips slid together and there was a hand resting against his chest, all to solidify the moment for both of them. The hand of Jeremy’s on his chest tugged at his buttons and freed him from the crisp white shirt, exposing his skin for Jereny to run his hand over as their lips slid together. Lewis had kissed plenty of girls, and to think now his first kiss with a dude was with the nerd that now looked like him was better than any of those in the past only turned him on more. He really was gay and loving making out with a guy.

“Now that was worth the wait, damn can you kiss Lewis.” Jeremy breathed deeply when the pair were forced to part. “Like, wow. I really get what all the girls keep saying.”

Lewis grinned. “Well no more girls for me now. Not thanks to this.” Lewis kept them close, their lips barely a couple inches between them as they caught up from the kiss. “This still feels sort of like a crazy dream, but whatever is going on I’m havin’ a blast of a time. Now, why don’t we take this to the next level, Lewis?” There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he referred to Jeremy with his own name.

Jeremy’s cock throbbed in response. That wasn’t something that had yet crossed his mind, but now the seed was there he was going to let it blossom. “Lewis? Yeah, okay. Suppose that’s far more fitting now, not to mention hot as fuck.” Jeremy stood up and pulled Lewis with him, then held the other man close so their identical tattooed pecs were pressed firmly together. As were their cocks. “You better be moaning that all night, and maybe tomorrow too.”

“Oh yeah?” Lewis raised an eyebrow and smirked a little. “Maybe I should just call you Lewis for good now, since you are me.” He thrust his hips so their already close cocks ground together. “You want that Lewis? No not just be with me, but be me too?”

Jeremy nodded as he held onto Lewis. “Yes…” He let out a moan at the feeling of their cocks sliding together. “I’m Lewis Ashton, just like you are!”

The real Lewis grinned. “Yeah, yeah you are now Lewis. You were cute before, but you’ve had an upgrade into my hunky tatted twin eh? Now I’m into dudes, you get all that charm I used to use on the ladies.” Lewis dropped his voice to a whisper and leaned in closer. “And all that skill in the bedroom too Lewis.”

Jeremy’s only response was to let out another moan that dripped with lust, then tug Lewis off in the direction of the bedroom. Lewis was all too happy to follow right along with his identical self, since he both wanted more and absolutely refused to stop kissing Jeremy when it was all so hot. They discarded what few clothes they both wore as they went, some even half ripped in their haste to get naked. For Jeremy this was finally his time with the man he’d been crushing on for years, and for Lewis it was his first proper gay experience now his ego had twisted his attraction around enough with the sudden sexuality shift, so both were as desperate as possible to get to the main event.

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When the two of them burst into the bedroom totally naked it was easy to lose track of who was who. Both were identical in every way as they kissed and touched and tumbled onto the bed together, tattooed flesh and matching eight inch cocks rubbing up and grinding together in one horny mess. It was a sight for the ages as the Lewises made out more and slowly transitioned into sucking each other off, and one Dane was glad he had an unseen front row seat to.

The pair groaned around each other’s cocks as they both sucked and got sucked. Lewis found it far easier to give a blowjob than he’d initially expected. All the years of getting sucked by girls and knowing what did and didn’t feel good must have been internalised somewhere, because now he was gay it was easy to draw on that knowledge. He knew how hard to suck and when to lick his tongue over the head, just the right angle to tug Jeremy’s balls to make the guy moan, the exact right pressure to squeeze his hand around the base of the shaft to keep him from cumming. He was a verifiable pro at sucking dick, but mostly because it was his own dick he was sucking. Jeremy was no slouch either, with years of sucking cock behind him. He wasn’t as intimately familiar with the current cock in his mouth though as Lewis was, but regardless the experience he did have was more than enough to drive Lewis wild.

“L-Lewis you’re…” Jeremy pulled off Lewis’s cock briefly and let out a deep, long moan. The mouth around his cock was just too good for him to hold back or focus on anything else. “I’m… Going to…”

That was all the warning Lewis got before he got a mouthful of his own cum. Hot and slightly salty, it surprised him when his first reflex was to swallow hungrily like he’d never tasted anything better. He couldn’t work out why all the girls that’d sucked him off in the past complained so much about swallowing, this was delicious.

“Man, our cum tastes fuckin’ great Lewis.” Lewis said as he pulled off his own cock and sat up a bit. He was still yet to cum, but he wasn’t in a rush. “We’re gonna have some fun this evening, and it’s gonna continue with me unloading in your sexy muscle ass Lewis.”

Jeremy gulped as his spent cock throbbed a little. Getting called Lewis at every turn only spurred him on more into whatever this was between them; he could absolutely get used to responding to that name. “Then let’s get my cock in my ass Lewis… I’ve always wanted to get fucked by myself.”

The moment Jeremy started to go along with not only being called Lewis but acting like he was actually him too was it for the real Lewis. He lunged at himself and kissed the former nerd and new Lewis with a renewed hunger, his cock throbbing almost angrily between them. The two were going to have one insane night together fucking and they both knew it.

Dane smiled to himself as he pulled back on his view of the two identical men fucking. Wavell’s magic was one hell of a thing, and channelling it through this jockstrap he’d been gifted let him easily watch the two of them without being seen. All that was left was to round off the conclusions he’d begun making when he left Lewis, then he could at last head back to see how his boyfriend was doing.

Final conclusions on subjects Jeremy Willis and Lewis Ashton: Jeremy accepted name Lewis Ashton. Both happy together and look to be working towards resolving differences and the past. No further action needed.

Notes finished, Dane slipped away his tablet. He knew Wavell’s type well, but he was still going to recommend his boyfriend check out the two new lovers. They did wonders for Dane’s own arousal, and he wagered even Wavell might not be able to resist watching the identical young tattooed jocks going at it and moaning the same name to each other. He really did love his job at Wavell’s side.

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You never realize when he says "take a pic" that it's gonna be downright funny how you're barely recognizable before long. Get fucking huge bro

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The Wish

(All characters are 18+)

Simon Greene had never felt like he belonged — not in high school, not at home, and definitely not in his own skin.

At 18, he was the classic overachiever: straight-A student, chess club president, computer programming whiz, socially anxious, and a passionate social justice blogger. He was also shy, gay, and lived in a small town where all of those things made him feel like he had a neon sign blinking “Outsider.”

On his birthday, Simon wandered into the back of a dusty old bookstore to escape the summer heat. There, half-buried in a bin of forgotten paperbacks, he found a strange leather-bound book with no title. Inside was a single sentence:

“Wish who you weren’t, and you’ll become who you’d never dare.”

Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the loneliness. Maybe he was just tired of being… him. Simon laughed softly and muttered under his breath:

“I wish I were the exact opposite of who I am. Like, I don’t know—super straight, dumb, hot, a total jock who’s confident and popular and everything I’m not.��

The book snapped shut.

That night, the transformation began.

Simon woke up in agony. His body felt like it was melting and rebuilding itself. His limbs stretched longer, wider. Soft muscles hardened into sculpted biceps and abs. He grew six inches in height. His skin bronzed, clear and glowing. His jawline chiseled out like it had been carved by Michelangelo himself. Blonde hair thickened and styled itself naturally, effortlessly. His voice dropped two octaves, now a deep, gravelly confidence machine.

His mind buzzed. Math formulas dissolved into nothing. Shakespeare quotes were replaced by football stats and gym routines. His sensitivity to politics, his blog, his interest in social theory—all gone. Instead, a new stream of thoughts flooded in: girls, pre-workout supplements, locker room jokes, frat parties, and an Instagram account full of shirtless gym selfies.

Simon—no, Chad now—stumbled into the mirror. What stared back wasn’t just different, it was unrecognizable. He looked like a young Chris Evans but cockier, lazier, and somehow always smirking.

A deep voice rumbled out of his chest.

“Hell yeah… damn I’m hot.”

And for the first time in his life, Chad didn’t feel invisible.

Two years later, Chad Montgomery was a sophomore at Harvard.

He wasn’t there because of his grades — his GPA hovered just above probation. He was there because he could throw a football like a god and had a jawline that made professors bend the rules and admissions offices make "exceptions."

He majored in “Communications,” but no one could say he was doing much of either. His days started with weight training, protein shakes, and shirtless mirror pics for his 600k Instagram followers. He wore backwards caps, chewed gum like it was his job, and referred to his professors by nicknames like “Dr. Dork” or “Queen Math.”

His weekends were even more intense — tailgate parties, beer pong championships, and waking up in someone else’s bed (usually his girlfriend Lexi’s, a business major and Instagram model with the emotional depth of a salad fork).

Chad didn’t believe in climate change. Or feminism. Or reading, really. He was outspoken, cocky, and unfiltered. His circle was full of guys named Bryce, Trent, and Hunter. Together, they ruled the frat house and lived like college kings.

But there were moments — quiet ones, late at night — when he’d stare at the stars and feel… weird. Like a glitch. Like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit.

Lexi would roll over and say, “What are you thinking about, babe?”

And Chad would just laugh and say, “Nothin’. Just… protein.”

Somewhere, deep in the corners of his mind, the name “Simon” lingered. But it didn’t mean anything anymore.

And if it ever tried to resurface, Chad would hit the bench press until the thoughts drowned under the weight.

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Christmas exchange 2024: An odd meet and greet

It was Christmas morning, and Evan couldn’t believe his luck. After weeks of entering an online giveaway hosted by none other than Jake Andrich, he’d received the grand prize: a jockstrap worn by his idol. The package had arrived just in time, wrapped in plain brown paper with no return address, adding to its mystique.

Evan was an ordinary guy; someone you might pass on the street without a second glance. At 28, he had a lean but unremarkable build, the kind that came from walking to work and occasionally hitting the gym, though never with much consistency. His dark blonde hair was perpetually messy, no matter how much he tried to style it, and his hazel eyes often seemed to wander, reflecting his shy and introspective nature. Evan wasn’t the life of the party, nor was he the wallflower, he existed somewhere in between, a middle ground of normalcy. He had always been kind-hearted, if a little awkward, and his track record in relationships reflected his struggle to put himself out there. Forever single and hesitant to take risks, Evan spent more time admiring from afar than engaging.

As Evan unwrapped the package, his hands trembled. The jockstrap was immaculately clean but carried a faint, musky scent, a tangible link to the man he admired and fantasize about. An enclosed note, written in Jake’s bold handwriting, simply read, “Enjoy.” The casual tone sent a thrill through Evan; it was as if Jake had personally acknowledged him.

Evan sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the item. His heart pounded with excitement and nervousness. This was more than just a piece of clothing, it felt like a gateway to something greater. Unable to resist the pull, he decided to try it on. The fabric felt strange against his skin, warm, almost alive, as though it were pulsing with energy. Evan was getting hard just thinking about his cock touching the fabric Jake’s cock had touch and cum inside. It was a dream came true.

As he as getting more and more chubbed up inside the way too large jockstrap, Evan felt a thirst growing in him, getting stronger and stronger. He got up and went to the bathroom to grab a drink before fully settling in to admire his prize. He wandered into the abthroom, his mind still buzzing with the surreal reality of owning something so personal from Jake Andrich. Reaching for a glass, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. His head spun, and he clutched the counter for support, blinking rapidly to clear his vision as the glass fell from his hand and shattered on the ground.

"My head…" he muttered, shaking his head. But as he took a step to grab a groom, a sharp, searing pain shot through his feet. He yelped, stumbling back as an audible crack echoed through the room. Tilting his head down, he stared in horror as his feet began to contort, the bones shifting and stretching beneath the skin. His arches lifted, his toes lengthened and straightened, and the once-average feet became broader and more defined, veins snaking along their surface.

The pain was excruciating. "What’s happening?" he gasped, his voice trembling. The skin on his feet darkened, taking on a deep, even tan, and unfamiliar tattoos began to etch themselves across the tops. The transformation wasn’t gentle; it felt as though his very bones were being crushed and reshaped, only to reform in a grotesque mimicry of someone else’s. Tears streamed down his face as he clung to the counter for dear life, his legs trembling under the strain.

His feet continued to crash and change. The arches lifted, the toes lengthened and straightened, and his once-average feet became broader and more defined. Evan screamed as the sensations surged upwards, his legs trembling. The muscles in his calves began to swell, veins snaking to the surface as his skin darkened to a deep, even tan. His thighs thickened, cords of muscle forming as his body involuntarily flexed, showcasing a power he had never possessed.

“What is happening to me?” Evan cried, his voice cracking with desperation. His pleas were met with silence as the transformation continued relentlessly.

The pain intensified as his bones began to stretch and shift. His hips narrowed, his pelvis realigning and felt totally alien to Evan. His body was changing at high speed and Evan couldn’t stop this from happening. Everything in him was hurting before soothing into pleasant numbness. Evan’s torso lengthened, and his spine arched unnaturally, forcing him upright as his chest expanded. The faint hair on his chest fell away, replaced by the smooth, ink-covered skin Jake was known for. Tattoos emerged like ink bleeding through paper, etching themselves onto Evan’s body with a burning intensity. Each line and shadow mirrored Jake’s intricate designs, and Evan’s screams grew louder.

“Please, stop this! I don’t want this!” he begged, clawing at his skin as if he could peel away the changes. But his hands, now broader and calloused, only betrayed him. His arms swelled with muscle, veins bulging as his biceps and forearms grew to intimidating proportions.

Evan’s face was the next to betray him. His jaw cracked and widened, his cheekbones sharpening. His nose reshaped itself, and his lips plumped, forming a cocky smile he’s seen thousands of times but couldn’t remember where. His eyes shifted, the irises darkening to a piercing shade. Even his hairline receded slightly, reforming into a manly and attractive style. The pain in his scalp was unbearable as his hair thickened and darkened.

“No! This isn’t me!” Evan sobbed, his voice deepening mid-sentence as he heard a faint Canadian accent appearing. The sound startled him; it was no longer his own. The rich, resonant tone was unmistakably Jake’s. He clutched his throat, but the transformation was complete. Evan opened his new eyes and scream in horror as he now recognizes who these features belonged to. He tried to grab the jockstrap to take it off but he couldn’t. It was glued to his newly tanned and perfectly groomed skin. Tears started to fall down his cheeks. Sure, Evan fantasized about Jake Andrich pretty much every single minute of every day, but he loved himself and his life, he didn’t want to be Jake, he just wanted to touch and get fucked by him. As Evan kept on trying to get the jockstrap off, his head started to spin again and he almost fainted out because of dizziness.

The changes became even more excruciating as they swept through the rest of his body. Evan’s skin began to glow with a sickening vibrancy, the tan spreading evenly and unnaturally across his body as if being burned into his very cells. Each pore seemed to sting, a fiery sensation engulfing him as the skin took on Jake’s flawless tone.

The agony intensified as hair sprouted in new places. Evan screamed as his armpits itched unbearably before thick, dark hair pushed its way through the tender skin. The same happened on his forearms and chest where a happy trail grew between his sculpted abs, every follicle erupting with coarse hair that wasn’t his own. He clawed at the hair in desperation, but his nails, now broader and harder, only skimmed the surface. The musky, masculine scent of Jake’s body began to seep from him, overtaking the faint soap smell he’d had moments before.

Evan’s sobs turned to shrieks as his skin felt like it was being pierced thousands of times simultaneously. The intricate designs of Jake’s tattoos began to etch themselves onto him, each line burning like molten steel being drawn across his flesh. He watched in horror as the ink bloomed over his chest, arms, and back, perfectly replicating Jake’s iconic patterns. Tears streamed down his face as he begged for the pain to stop, the sensation unbearable as it spread to every corner of his body.

"Please! Stop! It hurts!" Evan cried. His chest heaved as the tattoos continued their assault, wrapping around his ribs and crawling down his sides. His abdomen tightened and hardened into a perfectly sculpted six-pack, the tattoos framing the muscles like artwork.

Finally, the transformation reached his groin. Evan’s screams turned into gasps of raw shock as his hips realigned, the bones cracking and grinding into a broader, more imposing shape. His penis throbbed painfully, growing thicker and longer with every pulse, while his balls swelled to an almost unbearable size, filling with an unfamiliar weight. The skin there darkened and tightened, matching the rest of his newly tanned body, and a thick patch of dark, wiry pubic hair erupted around the base before regressing back in his skin, proof of regular shaving to maintain it properly. The physical transformation was complete.

Evan collapsed to the floor, his body shaking with the residual agony of the changes. Every inch of him was now alien, an exact replica of Jake Andrich. His tears dripped onto the polished tiles as his mind raced, the pain beginning to ebb but leaving a raw, burning ache in its wake. The transformation wasn’t just physical; the remnants of his identity felt as though they were being smothered by the overwhelming compulsion to obey. A faint but insistent voice in his head urged him to rise, pose, and perform, drowning out his own thoughts. He whimpered softly, knowing he had lost not only his body but perhaps his soul as well.

The transformation moved to his mind. Evan’s thoughts fragmented, his will eroding as an overwhelming compulsion to obey Jake surfaced. Desperately, he fought against it, but his body betrayed him completely. His hands moved upward, seemingly of their own volition, brushing over the hard, sculpted pecs that were no longer his own. The sensation was overwhelming, each touch sending jolts of foreign pleasure through him, yet he could only watch in helpless horror. His fingers traced the edges of his tattoos, lingering on the intricate designs etched into his skin as if savoring their presence.

Tears continued to streak down his face as his hands slid lower, their movements deliberate and teasing. They dipped beneath the waistband of the jockstrap, the fabric stretching as his fingers wrapped around the imposing length of his new, hardening shaft. A wave of shame and arousal crashed over him, his face betraying him as a cocky smirk began to tug at his lips. His reflection stared back in the mirror in front of him, the expression oozing confidence and control, a stark contrast to the terror roaring in his mind.

"No, stop! This isn’t me! I don’t want this!" Evan’s inner voice screamed, but it was muffled under the growing haze of dominance radiating from his new form. His hips rolled forward slightly, his movements sensual and practiced, as though he had done this a thousand times before. Even his breathing changed, deep and steady, punctuated by low, satisfied grunts. His body seemed to revel in its new strength and masculinity, completely ignoring his mental protests.

The compulsion to obey surged stronger, pulling him into a series of practiced poses. Evan’s broad hands explored every inch of his transformed physique, flexing and showcasing muscles that rippled under his flawless, ink-covered skin. His mind screamed in rebellion, but the alluring, commanding presence that now occupied his body silenced it with ease. Slowly, his hand returned to his groin, cupping his newly enlarged balls and stroking himself with an expertise that wasn’t his own.

As he stared at his reflection, his body began to spasm uncontrollably, his muscles flexing and posing as though directed by an unseen force. Evan watched in horror as his hands moved on their own, sliding over his pecs, lingering on their firm curves before dipping lower. He could feel every humiliating moment as his hands brushed against his jockstrap, the tight fabric now stretched taut over his hardening length. His reflection smirked, Jake’s smirk, as his fingers pressed into the bulge, and the overwhelming sensation made his body arch involuntarily.

His mind screamed for it to stop, but his body betrayed him further. His hips bucked, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as waves of pleasure pulsed through him. The scent of his musky armpits filled the air as his arms lifted, his face burying itself in the crook of his elbow. The mixture of sweat and raw masculinity overwhelmed his senses, and the final thread of his resistance snapped as his body convulsed violently.

A deep, primal growl rumbled from his throat as he came hands-free into the jockstrap, the sticky warmth clinging to the fabric. His reflection flexed again, each pose radiating dominance, and the cocky grin widened. Evan’s thoughts dissolved into static, his identity erased in the haze of submission. In that moment, he forgot who he was, his mind now filled with one purpose: to serve Jake. Evan, or rather Jake, grabbed his phone and a black cap that he put backwards before taking a picture and sending it to an unknown number. He then added it to his contacts as Master.

Miles away, Jake’s phone buzzed. He opened his phone and smiled. A notification read: “Jake v04 is ready to serve Master’s will.”

Evan, now the perfect replica of Jake Andrich, stood before the mirror. He totally forgot who he was, for him, he was a servant to Jake and has to obey his every order in order to make Jake’s life easier. Evan was gone and replaced by Jake. As Evan kept on flexing his biceps and humming his armpits while his cum was drying in his jockstrap, he received a notification from Master: “Film new content. Post it by tonight.”

Evan’s reflection smiled back at him, but it wasn’t his smile. It was Jake’s. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

______________________________________________________________ Hey guys! Here is my contribution to the Christmas story exchange 2024. This year I was honored to write for @tf-lover. Sorry for the waiting, life got ahead and I got a flue so yea ^^ got me pretty much behind on every schedules ^^ Wish you guys a Happy New Year 2025 and I'll see you soon with lots of new stories!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

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Alien Appetite: Snacking The Biker

I chuckled at the funny face this random biker made at the moment my alien buddy crawled inside his ear.

I just love the faces they make whenever they're having their brains taken over by Cosmo, my tiny alien bug. They always freeze on the spot with those dumb facial expressions. Usually, with their eyes bulging in shock and their tongues hanging out. Sometimes, their eyes roll back, and some even stare in opposite directions, but they always have their tongues hanging out. It's kinda Cosmo's signature by now.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo of this one's face. It might sound weird, but I like to collect photos of the faces they make during the takeover. I have hundreds of photos like this saved on my phone because I like to jerk off to them later.

I heard a squishy sound coming from inside his head, and suddenly, his left eye moved abruptly in an unnatural, opposite direction. I chuckled as I snapped another photo. It was such a drastic contrast from the loud arrogant brat that he was just a few minutes ago...

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I was walking outside in search of the perfect host for Cosmo, who is my tiny alien bug who needs sperm to survive. The problem is—Or blessing, in my opinion—he is too small to digest the cum by himself; he needs a host body to digest the cum for him. So every month, when he gets hungry, we go hunting for a poor, unfortunate soul to become his next digestive system for the month. And, of course, once he finds the host, I'm more than happy to feed him with my cum.

I was starting to lose any hope of finding a suitable host. Half the day had passed, and I still hadn't found a hot man. Of course, any guy would serve to become a host, but I was a gay dude! Of course, I only wanted to pick the hottest guys. But I'm not that selfish, there was also the fact that fit, healthy guys had the tastiest and strongest cum, and Cosmo was very picky about his food. That was Cosmo's own words, not mine.

I sighed in disappointment. I was usually very good at hunting. Just like last month, I found a rich, muscular black hunk at the gas station. We had so much fun with that host; I was already missing sucking on that huge black cock... maybe I should pay him a visit tonight after finding Cosmo a host. Before leaving his hosts empty, Cosmo would always program what was left of their brains to continue living their lives on autopilot even without free will... of course I also asked him to make them treat me like their Master.

The autopilot thing was all my idea. Before I met Cosmo, he would basically leave his hosts in a vegetative state. The police had no clue why men in the city were being found with parts of their brains missing and their own cum in their mouths.

The search for a host continued without success. Maybe it just was a bad day, I thought.

As I was walking on the sidewalk of a house, I suddenly heard the loud screech of tires and the roar of an engine. A young, handsome biker abruptly stopped his bike just inches from where I stood. A few more inches, and he would have run me over.

It was my fault, I suppose I was too lost in my thoughts to notice the bike approaching, but before I could apologize, he spoke.

"Hey! Watch where you're going dumbass! I don't want a fat human pancake right in front of my house!" He shouted, flipping me his two middle fingers in a cocky manner.

I just stood there in front of him with my mouth agape, completely amazed by this good looking young biker.

His curly brown hair peeked out from under his backward cap, and the white tank top he wore showcased his toned, tattooed arms. He exuded effortless charm and youthful energy, even when being an arrogant prick. Those were always my favorites.

He would be perfect, I thought.

So, in a quick move, I grabbed Cosmo out of my pocket and watched as he flapped his tiny wings and flew towards the biker, finding his way right into the arrogant brat's ear. Instinctively he slapped his ear as soon as he felt the intrusion, making his cap fall to the ground. But it was too late for him, because in seconds, his eyes bulged, and he stuck his tongue out.

A familiar sign that Cosmo had reached for the brain.

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Now, he is sitting on his bike, frozen and with the dumbest and hottest face expression ever.

I ran my hand over his curly hair and leaned closer to his face. His tongue was so big and inviting, just hanging out there, drooling. I just couldn't hold myself, I had to taste it. So I started to suck on that huge tongue with passion. He didn't respond to my sloppy kiss—of course, with an alien bug consuming parts of his free will, he was incapable of doing anything.

But little by little, I started to feel his tongue reacting to mine until I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me harder against his mouth, locking our mouths together. I felt his strong tongue dominating mine, making me melt into his muscular tattooed arms while I just let him explore my mouth, making sure he was pushing his tongue as deep into my mouth as he could. He then pulled away and smirked at me. "Master needs privacy for his feeding. Follow me to the garage." He said, with some traces of his arrogant persona still present in his voice.

"Is this your house?" I asked.

"It's my parents' house. They're inside so we're going to have to use the garage to feed my Master."

We walked into the garage, and once Inside, I closed the door, the garage was dark except for the light coming from the garage door's window.

I couldn't see anything, but when I turned around, I saw the biker lying on a car's trunk. He had unbuckled his belt already and was staring at me.

"Wanna make the honors?" He asked as he teasingly slid his hand inside his underwear.

I immediately dropped to my knees between his legs and pulled down his pants. His throbbing cock was bulging inside his boxers, and judging by the bulge, I knew he was well-hung.

Just another point in my favor, as Cosmo had a preference for well-endowed hosts to ensure proper feeding. I was very good at the game of spotting the most well-hung men, not even Cosmo knew how I was always right, call it my secret gay power.

With a single pull, his underwear joined his pants on the floor, and I was greeted with the sight of his 8 Inches hard cock, pulsating with life and leaking at the tip.

He put his finger on the leaking tip and sucked on his finger. He savored the taste for a moment and then made a *not bad* expression, "Master approves my cum," The young biker said. With that, his eyes rolled back, and he started to bend forward, his head becoming closer and closer to his hard dick. I heard some cracking and snapping sounds coming from him as he bent forward to the point he was unnaturally folded in half. His face was now just a few inches away from his cock. He opened his mouth, and his long tongue came out. His lips wrapped around the head and engulfed his shaft.

His eyes were still white as he took inch by inch and started to suck himself off with gusto.

The feeding was always my favorite part. I just continued on my knees, watching from closer this handsome cocky biker suck his own cock like he has done it a hundred times before.

In truth, he was just obeying Cosmo's commands, who surely had done it a hundred times before.

It didn't take long, and his muffled grunts filled the garage, he gulped down his cum like he was drinking water. Then he finally detached his lips from his shaft with a loud 'POP' sound.

A few more cracking and snapping sounds and he was sitting normally. He placed one hand behind his neck and stretched out, letting out a long sexy grunt.

"Fuuuckkk... my neck hurts so fucking bad, but anything to feed my Master," He said between grunts as he exposed his hairy armpit.

I leaned forward and buried my face in his musky pit. He didn't react and just allowed me to worship his sweaty armpits. He tasted and smelled like a real man.

"What's your name boy?" I asked as I took a deep long sniff.

"It's none of your business, you dirty fa-" He suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence, and his body tensed. Then his expression softened, and he continued talking, but now less aggressive. "My name is Blake..." he answered casually, "That's it, enjoy my armpits, you gay whore. They're sweaty and musky from a day of riding my bike with my friends under the sun."

I chuckled, "Your armpits taste wonderful, but there's a little alien inside your brain who enjoyed your cum a lot more than I enjoyed your pits. Cosmo is very picky about his food, you should be proud." I said, without taking my mouth from his armpit.

"Well, what can I say? Every girl who’s had the pleasure of getting a taste has only ever come back for more. My cum is alpha-grade, the kind that leaves anyone craving for more. They know it, I know it, and let’s be honest, who wouldn’t want a piece of that?" He braged, jerking his still hard shaft.

I smirked at that. I loved how Cosmo always kept their cocky personas even after becoming mindless meat puppets. Ok, I might have begged him to keep them this way instead of just turning them into cold robots, I liked them with some of their personalities. I continued licking and sniffing his armpits for almost an hour until he suddenly pushed my head away.

"Ok, that's enough dude! Jesus, you're not the only one hungry here. Get up,"

I did what I was told. As I stood, the tent in my pants was on full display. He stood up and stepped in front of me. His face was so close to mine that I could smell his cum on his mouth.

"Master is not sated yet, he wants more. Unfortunately, I already gave him everything I had in my balls, which wasn't much since I was in my girlfriend's house early today and I wasted my cum on that bitch."

My cock throbbed, knowing what was about to happen.

"Master is telling me that the only reason you helped him turn me into his brainless vessel was so you could receive a blowjob from a hot straight guy like me, is that true?"

I could only nod. He snorted in disgust. "I fucking can't believe I had parts of my brain consumed and my free will destroyed by an alien just because a pathetic gay guy is horny. You're sick, dude."

I was completely lost in the moment as the biker knelt in front of me. His lifeless green eyes were locked onto mine as he pulled down my pants, and when his mouth opened, I fixed my eyes on that massive tongue of his; thick and wet. Finally, his tongue wrapped around my shaft like it had a mind of its own. Holy shit, it felt incredible!

He started working me with that tongue, sliding it up and down my shaft like he was savoring every inch. His lips wrapped around my tip, sucking gently, while his tongue did all kinds of wild things, swirling and caressing me in ways that made my knees weak. I let out a low groan, my fingers found their way into his curly hair.

"Fuck," I muttered, totally overwhelmed by the sensation. I tightened my grip on his hair and pushed his head down further, feeling him take me deeper. His throat clenched around me, warm and wet, driving me crazy. He let out a soft moan, and the vibrations sent shivers through my whole body.

I pulled his head back a little, just to take in the sight of this arrogant biker's face. Then I pushed him back down, harder this time. His tongue kept going, sliding up and down my length, hitting all the right spots. I could feel that tension building inside me, I was getting close.

I grabbed his hair tighter, forcing his face against my crotch, making him take me all the way. He gagged a little but didn't back off—they never do—his hands gripped my thighs like he was begging for it. Watching him give in like that, so completely under the alien's control, pushed me right to the edge.

Finally, I pulled out and aimed straight at his tongue, which was hanging out, already waiting. My cum shot out, covering his tongue and dripping down his chin. He opened his mouth wider, letting me see it all before swallowing every last drop. I knew Cosmo was enjoying it just as much as I was, feeding off everything.

When he swallowed the last of it, he looked up at me with that blank gaze and a satisfied smirk. "No matter how many vessels I make, your cum will always be my favorite, my human friend," Cosmo finally said through Blake's voice.

Since that day, Blake became Cosmo's feeding host for the month and he would often send me a message asking me to meet with him.

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*One month later*

It was 4:00 AM. I was sleeping with Cosmo's previous host, the muscular black hunk that we found at the gas station last month. We were cuddling together when I was awakened by the sound of a text message. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw it was a message from Blake. He sent me a mirror photo with a text.

"Master is hungry again, meet me at the parking lot near my house." Was all the message said.

"I'm on my way." I responded.

I grabbed my car keys and drove to the location. Arriving there, the parking lot was desertic like you would expect to be at 4:00 AM. It was cold, luckily I had put on a hoodie. I didn't have to wait long—Soon I saw Blake walking towards me, shirtless, wearing only his pajama pants. Looking hot as always.

"Sorry for waking you this early. I'm just very hungry. I need to eat some strong healthy cum, not some thin, unnourished cum," Cosmo said in full control of Blake.

"Blake isn't producing enough cum anymore? I assume," I asked as I pulled down my pants, freeing my flaccid cock, it was cold. Blake kneeled between my legs and started to stroke my shaft, right there in the open.

"He can only produce a few drops now. Not enough to keep me sated." He said putting his hands inside his pants.

He pulled out his cock and slapped it, I watched as It jiggled. "This thing is completely useless now."

"Wow, you really ran this host out fast, and Blake was a healthy young man, he should last for at least 40 days. You're becoming too greedy, you need to learn to control your hunger so the hosts can last longer."

Cosmo had to change hosts every month because, eventually, the hosts he was possessing would become infertile and stop producing cum forever. It was a side effect of the takeover and the constant feeding. Cosmo had explained to me before about the scientific factors behind the host's infertility, but I didn't dare to try to understand.

I moaned as I felt Blake's warm mouth closing around my shaft, it felt nice from the cold. "Fuck, I'm going to miss Blake. What do you think of us searching for a new host tomorrow? I'm sure Blake here would love to help us turn one of his hot friends into a brainless puppet just like him," I said between moans, as I finally gave Cosmo what he was so hungry for.

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