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Fugitive From Outer Space — Part 1

I lived in this old cabin near the woods. No nosy neighbors. No traffic. Just birds, wind, and the occasional howl at night. The internet’s shit, but I don’t mind. Solitude suits me, I just hate dealing with people. But sometimes I couldn't help but wonder... would it be that bad to share this cabin with someone else?

One lonely morning, I was sitting at the counter sipping my hot black coffee, lazily spooning oatmeal into my mouth, when the news anchor’s voice pulled my attention back to the TV screen.

"The search continues today for Jeremy Cale, a 32-year-old firefighter and father of two, who vanished without a trace during an early morning jog last Sunday.

Cale was last seen around 5:30 a.m. leaving his home in the Oakridge neighborhood, wearing a gray hoodie and black running shorts. According to family members, this was part of his usual routine—but this time, he never returned.

Local and state authorities have been working around the clock, combing nearby trails and wooded areas, while also reviewing surveillance footage and following up on community tips.

Jeremy’s family is pleading with the public for any information that might lead to his whereabouts. If you saw anything unusual in the area last Sunday morning, or have any relevant information, you’re urged to contact the police department or local Crime Stoppers line.

Again, Jeremy Cale is 32 years old, approximately 6 feet tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He is a respected member of the local fire department and a devoted father. His disappearance has shaken the community—and many are hoping for his safe return."

A picture flashed on screen of Jeremy. Shirtless, smiling, flanked by his wife and two kids at what looked like some summer lake trip. The man was fit. Square jaw, perfect beard. He was really hot—I thought as I took another sip of my coffee.

"Mr. Cale's last known location was near the forest trail on Lark Pine Road," the anchor added. I looked out my window. Lark Pine was practically my backyard.

I lived near a small town, where the most shocking news would be of a raccoon that bit an old lady. So, a man suddenly going missing was like a huge deal, becoming the only subject for the entire week among the citizens... Me? Honestly, I had better things to worry about, like finishing the new season of my favorite show.

Later that day, as I was watching my show, I heard a loud knock at the back door. Knocking was actually a kind term; it was more like someone trying to break in. So I grabbed a baseball bat—just for precaution. No one ever visits me out here, and I don't have friends or family. The UPS guy leaves packages at the front door, and even raccoons know to steer clear. Either that was a bear wanting to eat me, or a robber—I didn't know which one was worse. I slowly cracked the door open. And nearly dropped dead.

Standing on my back door, completely naked, was Jeremy Cale. The missing firefighter. But he didn't have the warm smile from the family photo I saw on the News earlier. His face was blank, his body was covered with sweat, and his muscles glistened. And yeah—he was huge. Everywhere.

I didn’t know where to look first. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Jeremy scratched the back of his head.

"What planet am I?"

I blinked, confused. That was a question I never thought I would have to answer. "Jeremy, you..."

"Planet Jeremy—what a peculiar name." He said in an emotionless voice.

"No, you are Jeremy Cale. Your family has been looking for you! Are you okay?"

"So that's how my vessel is called? I don't care about how he is called. I want to know what planet I am on."

"You're on planet... Earth?" I answered, now seriously fearing he had hit his head while jogging and gone completely insane. Jeremy looked behind him for a few seconds, as if he was unsafe, then turned back to me. Those vulnerable, yet empty eyes stared right back at me.

"I need to come inside your primitive ship." Without another word, Jeremy walked right past me and into the house. Just like that. Like he owned the place. My brain froze, trying to catch up. I should’ve said something—asked something—but all I could do was turn around as he passed me. And I caught a full view of his perfect ass.

Jesus Christ. It was sweaty and muscular, just like the rest of his body. He walked slowly, taking in the surroundings of my cabin, completely unbothered by the fact that he was naked in a stranger's house. Then, finally, he turned to me. "I am not Jeremy," he said plainly. "Not anymore. I am an alien lifeform. A neural crawler. I entered this vessel through the ear canal and migrated to the brain, where I now reside and control all his biological functions."

I laughed, not because it was funny, but because I didn't know what else to do. At that moment, I thought he was crazy, or maybe I was going crazy myself.

"Okay, Jeremy... sure. Maybe let’s get you some clothes and water first? Maybe call someone to help you, does that sound good?" I reached for my phone, but before I could unlock it, Jeremy took the phone from my hand and threw it on the floor, smashing it into pieces. I took a few steps back, scared for my safety. Jeremy, the family man, had gone completely insane.

"I didn't mean to scare you. But no one can know I'm here." Watching the fear on my face, Jeremy tilted his head slightly like a curious dog. "You don't believe me, do you? Let me show you." Then he opened his mouth and a tiny blue alien creature hopped off and landed on his finger.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted. "What is that?"

"This is my real form. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to stay in the safety of your primitive ship." Jeremy spoke in a robotic voice, "I can control my vessels even when I'm out of them. I can't speak your language, but this vessel will translate automatically everything I send to its brain. He's not the real Jeremy anymore, but a dead husk that only serves me."

"I can't believe this..." was all I could mutter.

"You still don't believe me?" Jeremy asked.

"I do believe you! It was just a way of... anyway, how did you turn Jeremy into... this?" I asked, slowly approaching Jeremy. I caressed his handsome, bearded blank face, pulling his eyelids a bit, to check his eyes—his pupils were unmoving. I then gently opened his mouth to inspect inside.

"My spaceship just crashed on this primitive planet, and I was in search of a vessel to use as a ship for protection," Jeremy explained as I caressed his sweaty chest. "That's when I saw this human running. I quickly jumped on his body and took him over. He was wearing some weird uncomfortable fake skin, so I ripped that off to show his natural body. Much better, don't you agree?" Jeremy asked, gently putting the tiny alien on his shoulder and then giving me a double biceps pose, his cock swinging at the small shift.

"That 'second skin' is called clothes. And you need to wear them if you want to pass as a human. Believe me, a guy walking naked here is just as alien as a real alien like yourself."

"I didn't know that. My kind never wore clothes." Jeremy looked around the cabin, he grabbed a mug from a shelf, inspected it for a while, and then dropped it on the floor, breaking it into pieces.

"There it goes my favorite mug. Can you please stop breaking my stuff?"

"Do you live in this ship alone?"

"This is my house. And yes, I live here by myself."

"Why don't you live together with the others of your species? Are you an outcast, just like me?"

"You could say that... I'm different from most. I'm attracted to the same sex of my 'species' and that's not very much accepted around here... Hey, I didn't ask your name, like, your REAL name." I asked, looking straight at the tiny alien on his shoulder.

Jeremy smiled, "You can call me Lazul."

"Nice to meet you, Lazul. I'm Remy." I suddenly frowned as I felt a smell. "What is this smell?" I sniffed the air again and then realized that the strong smell was coming from Jeremy's body. "When was the last time you showered Jeremy, Lazul?"

"Showered? My species doesn't need to shower, we lick ourselves clean."

"Well, Jeremy is still very much a human, if you're staying at my place, you will have to follow my rules, so I will give him a bath. Follow me to the bathroom."

"No, I'm not doing that," He said, crossing his arms.

"Can't you lick him clean then? Like you said your species does?" I tried to argue.

"I'm too tiny, I can't lick a vessel this big, but you are half his size. You could use your tongue to clean him if his smell bothers you so much." Jeremy sat down on my couch, his broad, muscular body sinking into the cushions, with Lazul, sitting confidently on his shoulder like a commander. I watched, still a little stunned, as the alien casually raised his tiny arms—and, as if tethered by invisible strings, Jeremy followed suit.

His expression kept blank as he lifted his muscular arms up over his head, exposing his hairy, sweat-slicked armpits. The rich, earthy musk hit me like a wave. Lazul's words came from Jeremy's lips in that robotic tone, "I believe this is the primary source of the odor you mentioned. You should begin here."

I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed as I stepped closer, drawn by the scent. I sat on his side and leaned in, burying my face in the soft, wet jungle of hair under his right pit. It was pungent, masculine, and intoxicating. My tongue darted out, licking up the sweat. Jeremy didn’t move. He remained still, blank-eyed, arms held high.

As I licked, I watched Lazul climb down Jeremy’s chest like a tiny explorer scaling a sweaty cliffside. He made his way over Jeremy’s defined abs, then stopped at the base of his thick, flaccid cock. Lazul threw a leg over it and sat on it like it was a beast to ride. Then he slapped it, making Jeremy's cock twitch, then swell with blood. Slowly, like something coming to life, it grew. Seven... Eight... Nine inches. Thick. Veiny. Cut. The skin stretched tight as Lazul hugged the shaft, his little, long arms wrapping around it.

Lazul then crawled toward the head and, with no hesitation, slid headfirst into Jeremy's slit. I gasped, pausing in my licking. Jeremy moaned deeply, a low, brainless groan vibrating from his throat. The sight of it—the huge cock pulsing, the alien disappearing inside like a worm entering its burrow—was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I knelt between Jeremy’s thighs and moved down, licking and worshipping his musky balls, savoring the strong taste. Lazul’s tiny blue head popped back out of the slit, blinking at me.

"What are you doing in there?" I asked.

Jeremy's mouth opened, and he spoke, "I feed on a substance similar to your species' semen. But I always find it hard to make this vessel expel the semen, so I have to crawl to the main source where the semen is stored."

"There's an easier way, you know?" I said, slowly inserting a finger into Jeremy's tight hole, Jeremy remained sitting frozen. I then ordered Lazul to make him play with his nipples as I inserted a second finger. In less then three minutes, I had four fingers inside him, Jeremy became overwhelmed by so much pleasure and started cumming.

"This is amazing. You made him expel everything!" And then Lazul disappeared back inside with a wet plop.

**TWO WEEKS LATER**

He stayed in my cabin the entire time, he was forbidden to come out. Jeremy's body, sweaty and naked, became a common view. It was bizarre at first—eating breakfast while a lifeless-eyed firefighter sat across from me, robotically spooning cereal into his mouth as an alien had breakfast with his cum. But the more time we spent together, the more... intimate it became. Lazul had no idea how to be human. He didn’t even know what cereal was. He didn't have Jeremy's memories, just control over his body. He said he still had to learn how to absorb human memories. So every reaction had to be learned, every muscle movement practiced.

I taught him everything.

We spent hours talking. He listened intently. I told him about Earth: its food, its people, its languages, its rules. But mostly, I taught him about pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Lazul was fascinated by how much sensation human males could experience.

We tried every position I could think of. Missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl with me on top of Jeremy's strong thighs, even standing up against the wall. Lazul always watched from within, fascinated by the way Jeremy's body reacted to touch and friction. He would moan in Jeremy’s deep voice, sometimes awkward, sometimes too robotic—but over time, more natural. More real.

Some days, Jeremy would do chores while naked, muscles flexing as he chopped firewood, the sun glinting off his sweaty back. One day, I had Jeremy on his knees, sucking my cock as I watched the news of his disappearance. When they showed a photo of him in his sexy firefighter uniform, I came inside his mouth, and Lazul started feeding.

One peaceful morning, we were having rough sex—like we did every morning. Jeremy was wearing a firefighter costume I bought online. He was plowing my ass hard, with me lying on the bed, when we heard a knock at the door.

Jeremy looked at me, just as confused as I was. He pulled his throbbing shaft from my ass, and I put some clothes back on. "I wonder if it’s another alien with another sexy vessel," I joked. "I'll be right back—don’t make him cum yet!" I gave Jeremy a kiss.

When I opened the door, I was shocked to see a police officer standing outside. The officer gave me a long, hard stare. He was very muscular. But it was the eyes—vacant, unfocused, yet somehow... threatening—that sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"Good morning, sir. I’m Officer Hayes," he said, voice deep and emotionless. "We’re conducting a follow-up on the Jeremy Cale disappearance. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious in the area recently?"

I forced a smile. My heart raced. You mean Jeremy Cole? The brainless vessel with an alien inside his head, waiting patiently for me in my room with a rock-hard cock ready to destroy my ass?—I couldn't really say that.

"Uh, no. Nothing strange, Officer," I said, casually stepping outside and pulling the door halfway shut behind me. "I live alone. Kinda keep to myself out here."

His eyes flicked over my shoulder, scanning the inside of the cabin. He saw two mugs on the table.

"You sure about that?" he asked.

"Absolutely. Unless you count a raccoon stealing my trash last week. But I doubt that’s what you’re looking for."

Officer Hayes tilted his head slightly, and his nostrils flared as if he were sniffing the air. For a second, his mouth twitched into a smirk. Then, just as quickly, his face went blank again.

"Strange smell," he muttered.

Shit. Of course. Jeremy’s musky scent still lingered in the cabin. I tried to laugh it off.

"Y-Yeah, I burnt some bacon this morning. Guess it stuck around."

He nodded slowly, but I could tell he wasn’t buying it. There was something predatory in his stillness. Then his gaze locked onto mine, too intense for comfort.

"If you do see anything," he said slowly, "or anyone—please contact the station. We’re very interested in finding Mr. Cale."

"Will do, Officer."

He lingered for a moment too long, then finally stepped back and returned to his patrol car. I waited until he drove down the dirt road and out of sight before I slipped back inside. Jeremy was standing naked by the window, watching him leave.

"That wasn't a cop," He said flatly. "That was a tracker. They know I'm here."

"What do you mean they?"

"So, there was something I didn't tell you. Remember when I said I was also an outcast? What I really meant was that I am a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. The ship that crashed on your planet was a ship transporting intergalactic criminals. The crash allowed me to escape."

"YOU ARE WHAT? Why are you just telling me this now? Was that cop even a human?"

"That officer wasn't a human anymore. He was just a husk being controlled by an Intergalactic alien officer. That one was probably a Tracker. Trackers are an alien species with high intelligence and extra senses that work like detectives."

"What did you do to become a wanted criminal in space? Were you speeding in your ship? Did you abduct the wrong cow?"

"We don't have time! I will explain everything to you later, right now we need to get out of here and find me a new vessel!"

"I'm not going anywhere. I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Besides housing an intergalactic criminal for weeks? Yeah, you should try convincing the intergalactic court that you're innocent. I'm sure they will love to hear that. You will get lucky if you only spend the next three thousand years behind bars."

"Humans don't even live that long."

"Too bad they already have a technology for that."

I was shocked by how such a small, cute creature was a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. Would I have helped Lazul even if he told me the truth from the beginning? I started asking myself.

"Wanna give these musky armpits one good bye sniff? I will set this vessel to autodestruct once I'm out. Can't leave any trace behind." Jeremy asked, flexing one bicep and displaying his hairy armpit.

"That's so sad. I really like Jeremy..." I took a long, sniff of his armpits, and hugged him.

"Don't you worry, you will have plenty more of vessels to play with. Now let's go." Lazul jumped out of Jeremy's mouth and landed on the palm of my hand. I carefully put him inside my shirt pocket and ran away towards the woods. Jeremy mindlessly walked back inside the cabin.

We were running on the road when Lazul suddenly started freaking out in my pocket, he was pointing his hands to the trees, he was trying to say something. Without Jeremy to translate his words, all I could hear were high, squeaky noises.

I started hearing the sirens of approaching patrol units, so I quickly hid behind a tree. Suddenly, three cruisers raced past us at an incredibly fast pace towards my cabin. When they were out of sight, I took off into the woods. While running, I heard a loud explosion in the distance. I looked up at the sky and saw smoke rising from the direction of the cabin… my poor cabin.

"I can't believe what you got me into! You know how much I paid for that cabin?" I shouted at Lazul, who responded with a squeak. After a while, I came out on the other side of the forest and onto another road. As I was crossing, a car came speeding in my direction. I flinched. Luckily, it stopped just a few inches from me. I sighed in relief.

"Are you ok?" A deep baritone voice came from the handsome muscular Daddy in the car. He had his head out of his car, looking at me with concern.

I then heard Lazul's squeaky sounds from my pocket, he was pointing at the Daddy inside the car. I didn't need Jeremy this time to understand what he meant.

I approached the car and looked at the man inside. "I'm really sorry, but we need to steal your body..." I apologized to the man. The man didn't have time to react, Lazul jumped from my shirt pocket right to his face and crawled into his ear. The man's eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed, his biceps flexed as his hands got tighter on the wheel. I felt bad about the man, I really did, he seemed to be a nice guy. Unlike Jeremy, this time I took a direct role in helping turn the man into a brainless puppet. But on the other hand... he was so fucking hot!

I walked to the other side of the car and opened the door. The Daddy was already staring at me with a reassuring smirk and a thumbs-up.

"Get in, we need to get as far as we can," he said in his deep voice. I slipped into the passenger seat beside him. The Daddy had thick biceps, and a tight black polo hugging his muscular body. His silver-streaked hair was styled perfectly, making him look ever hotter. He flexed his biceps at me before putting the car into gear.

We drove in silence for a few miles. I should’ve been grateful. We were unharmed. Lazul had a new hot body. We had escaped. But I couldn’t stop shaking.

My palms were slick with sweat, and my chest was tight. My heart became louder with every passing mile. Every bump in the road felt like it could shatter me. My mouth dried, and the edges of my vision blurred slightly.

I was having a panic attack.

Lazul glanced at me and noticed something was wrong. "Are you alright, buddy?" He asked, his voice was soothing but still filtered through the Daddy’s deep baritone.

I didn’t answer. I couldn't talk. My breathing quickened and I turned my face to the window, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants. Everything was catching up at once. My home—gone. My life—over. And now I was a fugitive by association. A pawn in something far bigger than I could even comprehend.

Without saying a word, Lazul slowed the car and pulled over onto the gravel shoulder of the road. He put the gear in park and turned toward me. His big hand reached out and rested gently on my trembling thigh.

"You're safe with me. No one will hurt you. I won’t let them, alright?" His hand squeezed gently, grounding me. I turned toward him, eyes wide, chest still heaving.

And then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t forceful. It was deep. Wet. Passionate. His lips were warm, his hand slid up to cup the side of my face, and I melted into his warm embrace. Just for a moment, the fear slipped away. I let myself fall into that kiss, into the feeling of safety and dominance that this vessel seemed to radiate.

As we made out, I reached up and stroked his thick, muscular biceps—hot and solid under the fabric of his polo. He broke the kiss and gave me a cocky grin, his fingers moving to his zipper. In one smooth motion, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his hard cock—thick, veiny, and a full eight inches of uncut perfection. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began stroking slowly.

"If there's one thing I've learned about you over these past few weeks," The Daddy said, voice deep and sultry, "it's that nothing calms you down quite like a good cock." He gave me that sexy grin again, "C'mon, suck it," he whispered.

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned over, my mouth finding the tip of his cock, already leaking. I licked a slow circle around it, tasting his salt and sweat, before sliding my lips down over the head. He moaned—just a low, primal rumble from deep in his chest.

My tongue explored every inch, teasing the underside of his shaft as my lips slid down further. He was thick, stretching my jaw, but I took more of him, slowly bobbing my head up and down. One of his hands came to rest on the back of my neck, guiding me, not forcing—just steady, firm.

I could feel his thighs tense beneath me, the heat radiating off his body. I sucked harder, letting my tongue swirl and flick while his cock throbbed deeper in my throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth as I worked him over, sloppier and more desperate with each motion.

Lazul groaned again, this time with a grin. "That’s it. Good boy. Just like that." He started the car and continued driving.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—I was lost in the taste of him, in the weight of his cock on my tongue, the way his hand kept me grounded in place. Eventually, he gently pulled me back. My lips popped off his shaft with a wet smack. I looked up at him, breathless.

"Better?" he asked with a wink.

I nodded slowly. I was feeling so much better.

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innercreatorwinner · 3 days ago

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Jock Roommate

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You know, I was happy when I first saw my roommate. Fit, handsome, and just excruciatingly sexy. You just know he had an easy life using his looks. He'd walk down the street and men and women would stop to turn and stare at him. He was that gorgeous. Too bad he was also a complete slob. He only cares about getting fit, playing sports, and getting laid. The stereotypical jock. Several shirts thrown here and there around were fine; and I honestly didn't care—I even took a sniff or two here and there, but I didn't expect him to be such a big fucking slob.

After a month of living with him, discarded bottles were all around, energy drinks, pizza boxes, and all sorts of garbage that I couldn't even decipher. It made me mad—not just by how dirty he was, but with how he could manage to eat like a pig and still look like that. Even if he didn't shower for days, instead of getting just stinky, he exuded this strong scent that I couldn't help but secretly enjoy. It was unfair seeing how much of a pig he was and still looking like that. Every other day, he'd be dragging some chick to bang all night, and the day after, I kept telling him to quiet it down, and he'd just roll his eyes and tell me to "lighten up." It was relentless. Every day, he'd be bringing a chick, sometimes two, and they'd go at it all night. The guy was a horndog. Muscles, chicks, sports, sex. That's all he cared about.

I don't know if he knew I was gay. Maybe he did. Sometimes, he'd be back from the gym, throwing his wet shirt along the pile of laundry on the floor, he'd grin at me and tell me to clean up the place. He'd take a long shower, while I stared at the soaked shirt. I would take it, feeling the warmth and moist of it, and plunge it deep in my nose. God, he reeked. It was a smell enough to drive a man wild. I wanted it closer to me, I wanted it in me.

When I heard the shower turn off, I immediately threw it away and started cleaning up. He'd stand there, looking fresh with clean skin and black hair, letting the water hit his chiseled abs, and he'd smirk at me and leave without saying a word. It went on for months until I hit my breaking point.

It was semi-finals. I was working on several projects and I got an exam the next day. Phillip—God, even his name sounded sexy on him—brought another girl home and started making out on the sofa. I heard the girl giggling in delight as they moaned. I peeked my head out and saw Phillip kissing the girl's neck. I grew angry. "Do you mind taking it in the bedroom? I got an exam tomorrow. Don't you have class too, Phillip?"

He looked at me in annoyance. "Mind your own business," he said. He turned to her. "Don't mind him. The fag's just jealous he's not you." They both laughed and started making out again.

That was it. It was too much. The pressure from college, Phillip calling me a fag, and the deep-seated feeling that he was right—I was jealous I wasn't making out with him. Things had to change.

What I didn't mention before was that I'm studying chemical engineering. The only reason I got into this prestigious university was that I was a stellar student. I was always combining compounds even before high school, and I knew I could work on something if I work hard on it enough.

I didn't sleep for three months. I dedicated day and night trying to find the perfect compound to use on Phillip. I may have barely passed my exams, earned a warning from my professors for being late or absent, but I was dead set. I used the university lab to make my own concoction, further improving upon it during the night. I barely survived the semester and I still spent the entire break perfecting my concoction.

Time passed like a blur, but I remembered every painstaking detail. Every late night of brainstorming. I didn't care. I was angry at him. I was angry at him for being such a slob, for being a jerk to everyone, and I was angry at myself for being attracted to him. In the end, I finally released the breath I'd been holding for months. I had done it. I'd found the perfect combination.

A new semester arrived. Phillip talked to me in the living room. God, I hated how my stomach felt when he was with me. He just exuded this potent musk, and the way he looks at you is enough to make your knees fall.

"Dude. You gonna pick up around here or what?" he said, glancing at the dirty apartment. I didn't point out that he made that mess. "You know I got more important stuff to do than handle all this. And it's not easy taking care of this bod, you know?" His muscles bulged as he spoke. I stared straight at his eyes. "Try not to be completely useless, for once."

This time, I didn't get mad. I smiled at him and said, "Okay."

He looked at me strangely. I didn't care. For once in my life, I didn't feel helpless against him, helpless against my attraction for him. I had the solution.

Just as scheduled, he went to the gym first thing in the morning. When he came back, he fixed himself a drink and got on the shower. Listening carefully to the running water, I let the liquid fall into his drink. I felt calm. I was so nervous thinking about it, but doing it felt so easy. I ate breakfast as I watched him drain the drink in a single gulp.

I saw him groan and enter his room. I sat on the couch, looking at the clock as minutes passed by. Finally, he opened the door, shuffling slowly to the living room, a confused look on his face.

"I… I don't feel so good…" he mumbled, collapsing to the floor.

I looked at his unconscious body. He even got a nice bubble butt. Too bad it was wasted on a straight dude. I got the vial from my room and swallowed it down. This shouldn't take too long, but for now, I looked at his body.

I turned him around. God, he's handsome. In spite of the horndog jerk, he was so pretty to look at. I let my hand roam over his skin, then gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He smelled clean and fresh, his skin cool. I inhaled deeply, burying my face on his neck. His potent scent filled me. I could feel my dick become harder. I looked at his face, letting my fingers trace over his abs, and I kissed his lips. I let my tongue inside him, savoring his warmth, enjoying his saliva. I lifted his arms and smelled his pits. Still fresh from his shower, I gave it a lick. A shiver ran down my spine. God, I wanted more. I needed more of him.

I felt a tingle in my chest. The vial was kicking in. I shucked off my clothes and let my naked body fall on him. I could feel his chest, his dick, and his arms. I felt my brain cloud. An odd sensation lingered on my feet. looked down and gasped as I saw my foot slowly merging into his body. This was it. It was happening. I kissed his chest, my hands moving over him as I felt more of my body sinking into him. I could feel his soft breath against me, and it drove me wild.

I felt my chest fall inside him, my arms fading into him, and then the darkness consumed me as my consciousness slipped away.

I blinked. I was looking at the ceiling. A sharp pain throbbed in my head, and I clutched it in pain. Everything felt weird. My eyesight was hazy. I blinked rapidly until it cleared.

"What the fuck…"

Phillip's voice came out. I gasped and touched my throat. I felt stubble on my cheek. Looking down at my legs, I noticed how much stronger and more defined they were.

"Holy shit," I said, the words coming out in Phillip's voice. I touched my abs, feeling how firm they are. I looked down at my arms. Holy shit. They were toned as hell. I stood up and gasped at my new weight—my new height. I stumbled into the bathroom and looked in a mirror. Phillip's handsome face stared back. He looked confused, and I raised my arms and saw Phillip in the reflection do the same. I reached out and touched my cheek.

"It… It really worked…" I felt his tongue, somehow the feeling of enunciating words and syllables felt different. I flexed his arms and saw Phillip in the reflection doing the same. "It fucking worked!"

I watched as Phillip's face lighten up, grinning, as I felt my new body. "God, Phillip. You were always so fucking hot."

Hearing Phillip talk this way was enough to make me hard. I looked at every inch of his chest, at every part of his arm, and I could no longer ignore the hardening length below me. I shoved his boxers down. Good God. Phillip was packing serious heat. The thing was seven inches long, and it was only half hard. "Damn, Phillip," I muttered, "no wonder you got a chick every night."

Just the mere fact that I'm looking at Phillip and listening to his voice was enough to make me hard. I let out a heavy breath as I watched his cock get harder, arching to a full ten inches. I gave it a tug and left out a groan. Phillip's voice was manly and needy.

"You're so hot, Phillip," I said, gasping as I took his dick in his hands. I closed my eyes and let the sensation overtake me. I was him. I'd finally done it. I gave my brand new dick a squeeze and I groaned, as loud as I can. I felt my knees buckle, warmth coursing through my body and directly to my dick. I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection, seeing Phillip with his mouth open, hand on his long, hard dick, groaning. I spit on his dick, the saliva mixing with his pre-cum. I grinned at his reflection, trying to emulate the original Phillip as much as I can. I flexed his arms, wiggling his eyebrows as I stuck his tongue out. Jesus Christ he was sexy.

I turned and looked at Phillip's hairy bubble butt in the mirror. He was perfect. I stroked his cock, feeling the overwhelming heat radiating from it. It was veiny and wet, pulsating in my hand. I stroked it faster while flexing his arms, sniffing his armpits and feeling his knees buckle from the sensation. I started stroking harder and harder. "Fuck, Phillip!" I groaned, the words coming out in his voice, sounding so damn sexy. I stroked harder, feeling his body get slick with sweat. "Ohhhh fuck yeah!" I groaned harder, letting his voice fill the room. I inhaled deeply, taking in his smell, sniffing his armpits as hard as I could. His scent was powerful. It'd never been this overwhelming. It was in me. This strong, musky scent was everywhere.

I stroked harder and harder. I looked at Phillip in the mirror, seeing his body jerk off, his hands slick with saliva as his mouth drooled. I felt my knees buckle and I let out a loud groan, massive amounts of cum spurting from his dick, splattering against the mirror. I let the sensation wash over me, the warmth still so overwhelming. I breathed in and out, my chest rising and falling.

I looked at his reflection again, then at my hand. It was slick with his cum. I stared at his reflection and watched Phillip lick his own cum from his hands.

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I plopped down on his bed. Even his bed smelled like him. His room was a mess—clothes thrown everywhere, bottles, papers—but I didn't care. I stared at the ceiling, watching Phillip's chest rising and falling. I looked over his body, the birthmark, the veins, and all the little things I'd only began to notice now that I was in him.

"God, Phillip, why did you have to be such a dick?" I whispered in his voice. I breathed in and out, still not sure if this is real or a dream. I heard a notification from his phone, and grinned as it opened using facial recognition. It was a message from a random chick, asking when they were going to meet up.

"Well, that's not gonna happen," I whispered. "I'm gay as fuck."

Hearing Phillip say those words made me snort, a laugh escaping my lips. I tossed the phone aside and let myself enjoy the warmth of his bed. He feels so tight, so manly, and so good. I looked down at his dick, which was already getting hard again. A wave of intense horniness washed over me, then dove straight to my hardening cock. "Jesus, Phillip. Now I get why you're such a fucking horndog."

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