Ough

He guides Roman's torso up and away from the terrarium, only so he can lean over it himself. His forked tongue flicks out from his mouth, wiggling up and down quickly before it recedes, with Janus's face scrunching in dramatic disgust. He slides a bit away from Virgil, and insists "you do smell horrible, but it's not a scent that's stuck to your skin. Rather, I think your sweat has soaked into your clothes." 

"Ohhh..." Roman breathes, eyes wide, "we haven't done his laundry yet in the time he's been here." 

Virgil's laundry hasn't been done since he'd ended up in this giant community in general. Though he's sure the pet store would have given him a change of clothes or at least a spare set eventually (he figures a smelly human isn't exactly a good selling point, so it'd make sense if there was some sort of laundry system. He already knows they had clothes laid out, but surely they would have forced him to change into clothing of his own if enough time passed without him putting on something fresher), Virgil hadn't interacted enough with anyone to ask. 

Roman then suddenly suggests "we could do that today! It won't be hard with the size of his clothes; a quick swipe over our washboard, and a quick rinse in the river and they'll be good as new!" 

"And leave me naked?" Virgil immediately splutters. The two giants - previously speaking to each other - turn to look at Virgil as he protests "hell no!" 

It's Roman's turn to frown now, reasoning "but if we don't wash your clothes, you'll continue to smell bad. And it's gotten noticeable!" 

"Not super noticeable," Janus undercuts, motioning his hand up and down Roman's body to emphasize his dragon-like traits, "but noticeable by Roman's standards. He's got a rather enhanced sense of smell; it helps with hunting." 

"But it means every time I walk by your terrarium I have the urge to recoil!" 

"Oh, Roman!" Janus playfully slaps Roman's arm, and tsks at him. "Stop being so dramatic; you're going to make him feel bad for something he can't control. It's not like he showed up in the woods with an overnight sack packed with spare clothes. And it's not like the shop we got him from offers a second pair of clothes for free." Janus wistfully looks to the side. "We did bring enough jam to buy him an extra set, however. An oversight on our part..." 

"We should get him another set soon then," Roman whines. "Maybe even a few extra sets. It's not fair for him to have just the one." 

Janus smiles, and cups Roman's face. "I don't disagree with that sentiment in the slightest. Is that something you'd like to do today?" 

"Preferably." 

"Virgil?" He turns his attention towards Virgil, and guides Roman's face back towards the enclosure. "Does that sound like something you'd enjoy? Surely you've grown bothered by the same grimy fabric you've been forced to stay in since your arrival." 

There's a lot that Virgil's had to process since being purchased by Roman and Janus, and as a result he hadn't realized how sweaty and sticky his clothes have grown. Now that it's been pointed out to him, he's uncomfortably aware of the fact his clothes feel dirty. And when he raises his sleeve to his face and breathes in, he has to pull away with a cough. He really does stink! 

Janus stifles a laugh as Roman motions aggressively towards Virgil. "See!" Roman exclaims, "even he thinks he reeks!" 

"Yeah, yeah," Virgil groans. "In that case, I really do need new clothes. Would they... Do they make clothes my size?" 

"Of course they do," Janus assures him. "There are certain weavers who specialize in making human clothing, as your measurements and limb lengths differ quite greatly from ours." 

Roman's quick to add "and the materials that need to be used are different, as your clothes don't need to grow and shrink with you!"

Janus chuckles. "In fact, I'm sure the store you were kept in has a clothing section itself, as it makes sense that a store specializing in selling tiny humans would also find it profitable to sell tiny human clothing as well, though I wouldn't recommend buying from there. They see enough business already; the people that run the store likely have hundreds of berries, long strings of yarn, and so many carved decorations and trinkets that they don't have a place for them all. You'll want to go to a more dedicated shop to find something comfortable and high quality." 

Roman reaches down into Virgil's terrarium and plucks him up from the back of his jacket, much to Virgil's surprise. It's not often they grab him without warning, and it's jarring and scary every time they do. He's held outstretched almost teasingly until Roman notices the fear written across his face, which is when he pulls Virgil closer to his chest and turns his hand so that Virgil lands in his palm. He shakes in Roman's grip, with the warmth of Roman's hand doing little to quell the sudden spike of anxiety he just had to experience, but luckily neither Roman or Janus focus on it, sparing him his dignity. 

"There are some freshly preserved fruits and jams out in the shed," Janus then says. "Make sure to grab them before you go." 

Roman pauses, and hesitates over Janus's suggestion. "Should I bring the jams, or should I bring some meat? I have some salted cuts hanging in the smokehouse that should probably be traded or served sometime soon." 

Janus contemplates the decision, before asking "what about jerky? Have you dried out jerky recently?" and the way Roman proudly smiles lets Janus know he has. 

"There's a pretty massive container with some, and some actually out drying right now. I'll individually package a few strips, and take that." 

"Good idea, love." Janus kisses the underside of Roman's jaw, and then thumbs over Virgil's head. Virgil grits his teeth, but doesn't pull away from the affection, just jutting out his bottom lip as Janus says "take your time out at the markets; there's no rush whatsoever." 

Roman stands up straighter, puffing his chest out. "Don't worry; I'll make sure Virgil has a large enough wardrobe to prevent him from ever getting this grimy again." Then, he lifts Virgil up to his face. "And I'll make sure the clothes you're in are washed up nicely once you're able to change. I'm sure you have some attachment to your current wear." 

"Bring some jerky back inside with you before you go!" Janus then encourages, before Roman can step out back. "You've put me in the mood to snack a little." 

"Of course, my love!"

Then, Virgil and Roman end up back out in the garden. 

He was so astonished by the plentiful fruits and vegetables Janus was cultivating when brought outside initially that he completely neglected the fact that further away - a bit of a walk from Janus and Roman's home - stood two buildings. They face each other, with one actively producing smoke, and the other being surrounded by flowers. 

Virgil pushes himself onto his knees, and looks over the edge of Roman's hand at the two structures. 

"What are those?" he asks, looking between the buildings and Roman. He can assume one is a shed, and the other is a smokehouse, but he wants confirmation. 

Which Roman aptly provides. "This is the smokehouse," he explains, pointing at the smoking building. "In order to preserve meat, we salt and smoke it. It'll lay upon racks that keep it steadily smoked, which additionally keeps bugs and critters away! It doesn't traditionally cook the meat; it just preserves it, because Janus and I-" 

"Like your meat raw. I'm aware." 

Roman smiles, and then continues "but if you cut thin enough strips, and dry it out close enough to the heat source, that gets you jerky." 

"And the other building is the shed?" 

Roman smiles wide, and immediately heads over to the other building, opening the door and setting Virgil down on a counter as Roman digs around. "This is where Janus stores his fruit. Some can be quickly packaged and handed off, like baskets full of berries or veggies, but when actually making jams it's a tedious process that starts on the stove and ends in a jar, so he likes to do that in bulk. And because he's filling multiple jars at once, we can't very well fit everything in our abode." 

Virgil blinks, and squints, only able to see the outline of the many jars surrounding him from where he sits. The shed is void of windows - likely to protect it from a windstorm or something that could potentially shatter the glass and thus break the jars - and the sunlight that would otherwise shine in through the doorway is blocked by Roman's muscular build. 

But Virgil does see Roman grab something off the ceiling. 

He looks like he's untying a jagged item, and then he steps outside. Virgil hears him tap the side of the shed, before he comes back to the doorway, though this time he's illuminated by bright, warm light, radiating from a rather large, sharp crystal bundle. 

The multiple pieces of pure quartz are still attached to a solid piece of mineral, allowing what Virgil can now see is rope hanging from the ceiling to be fastened around it. The thin strings are looped repeatedly around the base of the crystal, until the glowing geode is strapped securely to the roof of the shed, lighting up everything within. 

Virgil can't help but marvel at the light fixture. 

"In my village, we'd just use lanterns," he comments, as Roman's hands fall away from the crystal. 

"We use lanterns too, when need be," Roman coos at him. He picks Virgil back up, and shows him around the spacious shed interior, which is absolutely cluttered with a variety of jars and jar-related materials, such as ribbons and gingham fabrics. "It's just a bit risky to have flames around so much wood, so crystals are a much safer alternative. Significantly less fires this way." 

"I've never seen crystals that glow so... brightly. I've never seen crystals that glow at all, actually." 

Roman chuckles, and explains "normal crystals don't, but these do! They're grown here in the village, and then channeled with different energies in a variety of different ways. I'm not even going to pretend to know how it works, as that's not my specialty, but I'm sure it's a very beautiful process!" 

He lifts his hand upwards, allowing Virgil to get close to the crystal. He reaches towards it, and sets his small hand atop the large shafts of quartz. Despite glowing bright enough for him to have to squeeze his eyes shut while being so close, the crystal doesn't produce any heat. 

"These crystals specifically are used solely for light," Roman then says, as he brings Virgil back down. "They harness sunlight and store it within its form, causing it to glow. We use them everywhere! Most of our kind, shops, and even hunting fixtures use them! But there are crystals of all kinds; some make you more alluring to animals, increasing hunting efficiency, and some are calming to the touch to ease stress! I know certain properties are harder to channel than others, and as such are in much more limited supply, but Janus has a sweater with microscopic heat crystals woven into it to keep him warm during the winter months!" 

"And the crystals are just... hot? Forever?" 

"Not exactly. Every so often they need to be recharged. Different crystals are charged in different manners. The light crystals are charged by the sun, and the heat crystals are charged by-" 

"Let me guess. Heat?" 

Roman laughs, and nods his head. "Yes, heat. Not all of the crystals have that obvious correlation, though." 

"Which ones don't?" 

Roman blinks, and then shrugs. "I don't know; too many to name! I'm not a mineral expert!" 

Virgil's set on a different counter, where he's now properly able to inspect the different jams and fruits. The jars are bigger than he is, and the preserves within look utterly delicious. Each jar is covered tightly by tied fabric, with the colours of the gingham tops matching the fruits inside. As he looks around, he realizes that everything's separated by fruit type, which is then subsequently separated by colour. Though something clues him into the fact that level of organization might be Roman's doing (and that clue-in might come from Roman frowning and switching around two jars in front of him because one is a slightly darker red than the other). 

Though once Roman's done inspecting Janus's shed, he bends down and reaches for a woven, rectangular basket sitting on the floor. Inside it is what looks like a massive item, wrapped in beeswax-infused cloth. Virgil's familiar with it; his old village would use similar cloths to store meats and cheeses on particularly long treks. 

Within it are long, thin strips of what Virgil recognizes as jerky. 

There's another basket filled entirely with cloths of its own, and Roman lifts it and sets it on a desk that's clearly used for a variety of different purposes - though most likely for laying out and reapplying beeswax to the cloths, based on the dried wax Virgil can see in a bucket nearby. 

In fact, the more he looks around, the more he sees things that are familiar to him. Next to the beeswax is a crafted roller, which is used to apply the wax in even coats to the cotton squares, and there is a small string with pins on it above a pan also full of dried beeswax where Virgil can guess the wraps are hung to dry. 

Roman unrolls the cloth of jerky, and then turns before doing anything with them. 

He sets his hand on the shelf Virgil's sitting on. "Want to come watch me wrap them?" he asks, even though Virgil's already crawling onto Roman's palm. 

He's set on the desk - back by the wall - though he moves forward until his sock-clad feet are sinking against the preservation cloth. He kneels on it, and sniffs at the jerky, delighted by how well-seasoned and meaty it smells. 

Roman stifles a laugh as he watches him. "Do you want a piece? I've made plenty; far more than what I'll need to trade in exchange for your clothes. And it's not like you'll devour very much..." 

"Sure," Virgil agrees immediately, though Roman stops him before Virgil can dig in. 

"Hold on," he starts, backing up the shed's doorway, "I have some fresh pieces in the smokehouse. I'll be right back." 

He takes a wrap with him as he goes, and is gone for just a few minutes, though for Virgil it feels like forever since he's actively being deprived of something he wants. There's perfectly good jerky right in front of him! It's not hot, but when is it ever? 

However, the smell that fills the shed when Roman comes in with the fresh pieces is heavenly, and it makes Virgil's stomach grumble excitedly despite the large breakfast he already ate. 

"Here," Roman coos, as he sets down the warmed pieces. "They'll be a bit hot to the touch, but they should cool quickly. There's not a ton of actual meat to retain the heat with how thin the cuts are." He laughs like he just told a joke, but Virgil's too busy kneeling next to a fresh piece of jerky to laugh with him. He can feel the heat radiating off the cut, and it feels nice against Virgil's body, though the sweat it causes him to produce doesn't help the predicament his clothes are in right now. 

Still, Virgil warms himself next to the jerky, before finally daring to try and tear a piece away. 

His fingers sink into the meat - which may be cut thin by Roman's standards, but is still rather thick compared to the current size of Virgil's hands - but he has some difficulty tearing it away. 

His nails aren't long enough to properly stab into the jerky, and his fingers himself do little against the dried cuts, meaning eventually he relents and slumps forward. 

His mouth rests against the jerky, lips pressed against the rough, seasoned meat, which gives him an idea. 

Slowly, his lips part, and his teeth end up biting into the jerky with a surprisingly amount of ease. Tearing a bite away is still a workout, but Virgil eventually clamps his teeth down fully, which results in him having a mouthful of tough, wonderfully seasoned jerky to chew on. 

He moans softly as the familiar ache that comes with ceaseless chewing pulses through his face, which is a good thing in this situation. He spends as much time as he can savoring the flavor of the dried meat, all while Roman actually focuses on wrapping a couple pieces at a time in beeswax wraps. Some have two, and some have three depending on the size of the cuts, until Roman's previously empty basket is filled with wrapped jerky. Virgil has no idea how many sets of clothes even one wrap's worth will give him, but Roman's packing like one shirt will cost him two or three cuts. 

Then, his thumb glides across Virgil's head right as Virgil pulls away with another mouthful. "What's your favourite colour, Virgil?" he asks, which has Virgil tugging on the bottom of his jacket. The fabric has many purple patches sewn into it due to the many tussles he'd get into during his time at his village. Additionally, the hoodie was something he's had for years, so it's only fitting it'd need to be fixed up every here and then. The purple fabric he'd chosen to use when fixing the holes had no real meaning to it, other than the fact he liked purple. 

It was a rich colour. It was something difficult to make naturally. Even with purple plants and purple fruits, crafting purple dye was extensive. 

In fact, patchwork was the only thing the cut of purple fabric Virgil had could be used for; he didn't have enough of it to sew any sort of proper clothing with it. Not enough to fashion a jacket itself, but enough to fix his favourite jacket when need be. 

He's lucky to have used the last of it before ending up here; he'd be bitter about the fabric he left behind otherwise. 

"Purple," Virgil eventually says, once he swallows down the bite in his mouth. He's sure Roman's already put two and two together by now, but he still feels the need to reiterate it. "Why?" 

"It's common practice when buying clothes in certain colours to trade in materials that can help create the dye," Roman replies. "Obviously this doesn't mean you have to limit yourself to only picking out purple clothing, but if you know your favourite colour is purple, and a lot of the clothes you want are going to be purple, then I can make sure to bring some flowers with us." 

Virgil scoffs, and rolls his eyes. "Flowers like lavender and violets don't make purple dye," he huffs, as he wipes his mouth to clean it of some of the fresh jerky juices and seasonings. "It takes like... thousands of snails to make it."

But Roman just gives him a confused look. "We don't use lavender or violets; those create a more grey-colour, and are better suited for fragrance-making. Some of our florists have bred specific flowers solely to use for dyes, and were kind enough to share seeds around the village, and specifically with Janus and I considering our expansive garden." He stands, and reaches for Virgil, who again crawls onto his hand. Roman takes him and the basket outside, and around the shed. 

The flowers circling the structure are also organized in rainbow order, which Virgil hadn't noticed before. Warmer colours are near the entrance of the shed - which makes sense, considering reds and yellows seem to be Roman and Janus's favourite colours respectively - while purple flowers were relegated to the back. 

Virgil can spot lavender and violets among the different purple plants, but there's a certain unrecognizable type of flower that sticks out to him. 

They're in the very back, and very big, looking like multi-layered hibiscus flowers that are a rich, deep purple on the outer layers, with the petals getting darker and darker the closer they are to the center. The smallest petals in the very middle of the flower look almost black with the shade that they are. 

"Woah..." Virgil breathes, as the colour is so vivid it looks almost unnatural. "What kind of plant is that?" 

"It's a purapura!" Roman happily explains. "They were crossbred over hundreds of years by generations of florists to create a flower that'll provide a consistent stream of purple dye! Pretty, aren't they?" 

Virgil's guided close enough to the flower that he can run his hands over the soft petals. He tries to smell it, but no scent comes. Roman laughs softly. 

"Unfortunately, they don't smell like anything. Their scent was lost in the process of creating them, but apparently the flower they originated from smelt horrible, so you're not missing out on much." 

The basket of jerky is set on the ground so Roman can continue holding Virgil in one hand while the other moves to pluck a few flowers. 

He grabs them from the very bottom of each flowerhead, but avoids damaging the stem at all. As his fingers dip deep behind the pile of flowers, Virgil can see that the entire stem is lined with the large heads, with hundreds of petals ending up filling the basket next to them. 

Roman plucks just enough to fill the basket to the rim, before very gently laying Virgil in the middle of one of the soft flowers, which all but swallows him up. 

Virgil frowns at his placement, and squirms against the petals, but quickly stills when Roman lifts the basket up. 

He's briefly brought back into the shed where Roman grabs the fresh jerky he pulled from the smokehouse, and then leaves to step back into his house. Virgil watches as Janus is passed the fresh meat, which he immediately tears into, his teeth ripping the dried jerky far easier than Virgil's teeth were able to. He thanks Roman for the snack, and then looks around with concern. 

"Where's Virgil?" 

Roman lifts the basket happily, raising it to Janus's face where Janus can see Virgil tucked against the inner disk where he's already being dusted with plenty of pollen. Janus chuckles at Virgil's predicament; it's just more reason for them to get new clothes! 

"I see," he murmurs, before kissing Roman's hand as it's the closest limb to him. "Be careful carrying him around town like that. The last thing you need is for him to slip from the petals and end up lost amidst the village! One of our peers may think themselves lucky to have found such a cute pet if they happen upon him, without realizing he's already owned!" 

"Don't worry; he's safe with me." Roman lifts the basket, and makes kissy noises towards Virgil, who rolls his eyes at the action. Despite having previously fought against the flower, he now curls up quite close to the center, finding it rather comforting. The center petals curled around him shroud him in a comfortable amount of darkness, and he knows he's almost completely obscured from any onlookers outside. 

"Wouldn't you agree, Virgil? Aren't you just so cozy on your little flower?" 

Virgil turns away from Roman, and doesn't dignify such infantilization with a response, which Roman just finds cute anyway. 

"We'll be home before dinner I'm sure," Roman then says, as he lingers by the front door. "We'll miss lunch, though. But I'll make sure I come home with a treat or two for you." 

"Try and get me something with cocoa, love. You know I love cocoa." 

"Will do!" 

"I love you, Roman." 

"Love you, too." 

Virgil half-heartedly listens to their exchange, paying more attention to the outside world as it comes into view as the front door is pushed open, and then pulled close behind Roman as he steps out into the streets of their village. 

It's the most he's seen of their village properly, as the first time he was carried back to their house he was still trying to process everything. They'd just bought him from a pet store, after all; he wasn't actively trying to learn about his new residence. He was trying to accept the fact there was a whole other world just a few hours into the forest bordering his village. 

But now he actively twists his position to be able to see out of the flower, and properly gaze at the land before him. 

Janus and Roman's abode is somewhat secluded, which makes sense considering they'd need such a large area to hunt and garden, but after walking a few minutes down the soft dirt road making up their paths, they end up at the edge of a bustling town. 

The cottages lining the streets are huge, with various plant life and intricate wooden features differentiating them from one another. Some buildings are ridiculously tall - being three stories high in some cases - while others are lower to the ground as though they might have deep basements burrowed underneath. A few hybrids pass while they walk, some of which even greet Roman politely, but are otherwise oblivious to Virgil's presence. He can't see many faces, but he can see all sorts of legs, tails, and claws, and that's enough to deter him from wiggling out of the purapura any further. 

Eventually, the light from the sun dims, and Virgil hears a chime play as they step into a building, where Roman lifts the flower he's in and overturns it, dumping Virgil into the palm of his hand. 

Virgil lands gracelessly, and then scowls. 

"Can you be any rougher?" he hisses, but that just causes Roman to poke at him. 

"Aww, did I hurt you?" he sympathetically croons, trying to look over Virgil's body for any wounds despite the fact his finger practically smothers Virgil beneath it. "I didn't mean to be so careless; I just didn't want to risk pinching you while trying to pull you out of the purapura." 

Virgil has no retort to that, as Roman's line of thinking unfortunately makes sense, but he still crosses his arms and sulks anyway. Though, quickly, his attitude subsides in order to properly look around the shop they've entered, as it really is an eye-catching establishment. 

Unlike everything else in this village, the shelves and racks were specifically designed to cater to tiny humans, meaning that the wooden bars and hooks holding up the clothing around him are all his size, and set on tables as tall as Roman's torso in order to lift them up higher. Virgil's set onto one of these tables, and pushed gently in the back by Roman. 

"You're encouraged to walk around here," he says, motioning to the different styles, sizes, and colours of clothing all around him. "This is a shop for humans. But if you know you want certain clothes in particular, I can quickly scan the area and see if I can find anything." 

"Baggy clothes," Virgil answers immediately. "Stuff that's... comfortable. I've been sleeping in tight pants every night since I've been here." 

Roman frowns, glancing down at Virgil's dark, form-fitting pants. "You poor thing." Though, noticing the colour differential, Roman asks "are you looking for just purple, or purple and black?" 

"I don't know. Anything that fits and is comfy, I guess." 

"But the colours you'd like most are...?" 

Huffing, Virgil answers "purple and black," before turning, and beginning to stroll down the aisle's worth of clothes. He doesn't look back at Roman, but he does notice Roman's shadow grow, and then shrink, as Roman stands up straight and then turns the other direction, likely combing through other parts of the shop for clothes that fit Virgil's specifications. 

Virgil looks too, somewhat grateful for the opportunity to change. Each step shakes pollen off his hoodie and out of his hair, and now that his smell has been pointed out to him he's become hyper-aware of how much his clothes stink. 

The first set of clothes he grabs is the first comfortable, somewhat normal set he sees, that being a black long-sleeved shirt and a matching set of loose black pants that are made to be baggy and cozy. There's a purple sweater further down too, very deep in tone and more indigo than proper purple, but it's good enough for Virgil to want it. He gets to the edge of the table, and then circles one of the racks, where there's two more rows worth of clothing. 

He finds a purple shirt that's the exact shade he likes, but when he grabs it it has a texture that makes him grimace, so he pulls away. Luckily, a bit further down is another purple shirt, just a shade lighter than the other but a nicer texture this time. He grabs it, and sets it in his arms as well, but finds nothing else he wants. 

Roman comes back a few minutes later when he notices Virgil sitting on the edge of the table. 

"What'd you find?" he asks, crouching down so he's face level. He's holding a pile of clothes in his hands - quadruple what Virgil's grabbed, if not more. "I grabbed everything I thought you'd like. There's this," a black-and-white striped, long-sleeved shirt, "and this," a baggy dark grey sweater with a thick hood, "and these," two pair of pants that look similar to the tight pair Virgil has on, but with noticeable drawstrings providing an adjustable waistband. 

"There's also an underwear section near the front," Roman adds, after he's dumped the clothes onto the table next to Virgil. "We should probably grab you a few pairs." 

When Roman reaches forward, Virgil sets the few items he picked out onto Roman's palm, and then begins to dig through the different fabrics Roman's selected. Some are immediately rejected for being neon purple, or having an unpleasant texture, but the others Virgil really mulls over. 

He likes the black and white striped shirt, though it's definitely going to be skin-tight. He likes the grey hoodie. Both the pants are truly debated, but are eventually accepted, and placed back into Roman's hand. 

There's also a plain black tee, a muted lavender-coloured tee, and another long-sleeved shirt, though this one Virgil notices has a small storm cloud intricately embroidered into the purple fabric, right over where Virgil's heart would be. Everything else is rejected, and Roman lets Virgil climb into his hand with the clothes he wants while Roman works to put everything else back he can with his current size (which mainly means everything is set in a pretty, definitely-not-toppling-over pile on one of the tables). Then, he brings Virgil to the front. 

There's a final table that's dressed with folded-up underwear and different coloured socks, which Virgil again is guided to look at as Roman takes what they currently have up to the counter, where to Virgil's fascination is a spider-hybrid! 

It makes sense such a hybrid would work in a clothing store, considering the silk they produce could no doubt be used to weave clothing, though Virgil quickly remembers not all of the clothing was made of silk. And is it... wrong of him to assume that the job the hybrid did is solely because of the kind of hybrid they are? Surely it's comparable to Virgil assuming Roman steals gold as an occupation solely because he's part dragon! 

He lowers his head and focuses on finding underwear that looks like it might fit him as Roman lifts his basket onto the counter. 

He doesn't try to stay in any particular colour scheme as he grabs an armful of socks and briefs - not knowing how much he'll need considering he knows little of Janus and Roman's laundry schedule - and tries to keep hold of everything as Roman circles back to pick him back up. 

"His name is Virgil," Roman then introduces, continuing a conversation he and the shop owner were having before Virgil was brought over. "He's not been with Janus and I very long, but definitely long enough to need a new set of clothes! Or a few new sets." 

"Well, I'm happy I could provide," the spider-hybrid replies with an eager smile. "And you're very kind to have brought fresh purapura! My mother will be delighted with the excess delivery! She was running quite low..." 

"I'd be happy to run her some more next time I'm out!" 

"Oh, Roman. She'd just adore you forever." 

The tone in which the spider-hybrid makes the comment gives Virgil the impression Roman's already greatly adored, but he says naught. Instead he dumps the underwear and socks onto the counter while leaning over Roman's fingers, and then sits down in Roman's palm to try and shake as much leftover pollen as he can from his hair. 

"I also brought a few cuts of jerky," Roman insists, grabbing three wrapped cuts from the basket, effectively handing over six-to-eight pieces of jerky. The shop owner is delighted by this, and takes it greedily, already unwrapping one before she even looks over the items Roman has laid out. 

She mumbles under her breath as she glances over everything, her multiple pupils flickering in various different directions before focusing again on Virgil's face. She gives him an earnest smile, and then nods at Roman. 

"Please enjoy the clothes," she tells him, "the stuff you've given me in turn is more than enough for it all." 

"It's my pleasure! Expect to see us back again sometime!" 

"I'll be counting on it!" 

With that, Roman sets the many clothes into the basket still full of jerky, but now void of flowers, as he carries Virgil out of the shop. 

Virgil's being held out in the open now, and is properly able to feel the sunlight on him instead of chilling in the shade of purapura petals. Now he sees hybrid faces, getting to identify antennas, fur, twitching ears and plentiful antlers. He tries not to stare too long, but once or twice he finds himself utterly fascinated. 

The second shop they walk into has Virgil surprised, as he expected the first clothing shop to be the only one they visited, but he quickly realizes they're not in another clothes store. They're in a little sweet shop! Or something equivalent. 

This shopkeeper recognizes Roman too, and greets him with the same amount of enthusiasm as the spider-hybrid. Virgil's too preoccupied staring at the many open vats and stone ovens cooking sweet-smelling items. He can't get a good look at any pot in particular, but it smells like sugar and taffy. 

"Got any chocolate on hand?" Roman asks, walking directly up to the counter. "The bitter kind. The kind Janus likes." 

Roman scrunches his nose in playful disgust, and then smiles at Virgil, who looks up at him with awe. How could they afford the cocoa beans and sugarcane needed to produce such an apparent amount of sweets? Sugary treats outside of artificially sweet fruits like apples or pears were rare in Virgil's village due to the difficulty to cultivate and how easily they expire or attract flies! And here this butterfly-hybrid is operating multiple vats at once!

Roman sets Virgil down on the counter, and carefully watches him as Virgil moves to the edge of it, though still chuckles as the butterfly-hybrid coos "of course I do! Fresh bars were poured this morning. What size and thickness would you like?" 

"Medium, please. And thin. Janus likes the-" 

"The crack, yes." The shopkeeper chuckles, as though Roman's in here often, frequently requesting chocolate on Janus's behalf. "What about for the little one?" 

Virgil looks up when he hears himself be mentioned, finding himself put on the spot as he realizes that he's actually being asked if he wants any sweets, and it's not a question directed at Roman. 

"Uh..." Virgil starts, "I don't really... know. Candy and chocolates are a luxury; I don't think I've had anything cocoa-adjacent in years." 

The sweetest thing his village could enjoy was maple taffy during the winter months, but that wasn't even something Virgil himself could afford, and instead relied on the generosity of others to break him off a few pieces to sample. 

A sympathetic look flashes across Roman's features. "How awful! You've not gotten to enjoy the pleasures of chocolate and boiled sweets?" Roman looks back up towards the shop owner. "Could we have two bars of chocolate in that case." 

"Both dark?" 

"Uhm..." Roman debates his options, before shaking his head. "Milk, please." 

"Alright; I'll fetch some from the back." 

As the butterfly-hybrid recedes deep into the back of their establishment, Virgil motions for Roman to bend down. Then, he asks "how are they able to make so much? Doesn't it go bad? Doesn't it bring in bugs?" 

Roman's soft look contorts into something more amusing. "Virgil, half the people in this town are part bug." 

"You know what I mean!" 

"Well-" Virgil's scooped up into Roman's hands, "-there's specific wrappings made to keep the candy from spoiling fast. It's a very similar process to beeswax wrap, except instead of cotton cloth, paper is used instead. Creatively called 'wax paper.'" 

"And that... keeps it fresh?" 

"It's just a thinner bit of wrap. Obviously it won't last months, but the sweets can stay wrapped for a week or two and still retain their texture and flavor. Not that the chocolate I'm getting will last that long." 

"But... there are so many pots going at once! Doesn't the excess create waste?" 

Roman shakes his head. "Most sweets are made on demand, and ordered ahead. Anything extra is traded with neighboring villagers whenever they come to town! Or our traders will take stock and head to other towns to trade from there." 

Virgil really shouldn't be so surprised that there are apparently more giant hybrid villages, but he finds himself shocked by this anyway. Obviously the legends passed down from generation to generation in his own village had to have originated from somewhere - likely from spotting one of these towns from a distance, or from escaping the clutches of the giants - but he incorrectly assumed this village was the only one of his kind! 

Awfully close-minded of him, considering there were multiple other communities outside of Virgil's own, which would engage in similar practices to that of bartering and trading. Certain people would go off on multi-week long treks to other villages, trading goods for necessities and gold to then bring back and make their village a bit of money, while other traders from outside towns would come to Virgil's village and attempt to do the same! The similarities between the two species is startling, but it shouldn't be. At the end of the day - despite how horrifying Roman and Janus are to Virgil because of their sizes and animalistic traits - they're another sentient species operating just like Virgil's peers did. 

Albeit with the addition of humans kept as pets, but even that resembles how Virgil would sometimes keep stray spiders around like little pets of his own. 

The butterfly-hybrid comes back with two bars. They're medium-sized by Roman's standards - being about the length of Roman's palm, and just as wide - but giant to Virgil. The chocolate is handed to Roman, who sets it in the basket and pulls out two wrapped packages of jerky. One for each bar. 

The shopkeeper looks surprised as they pull back one of the wraps, and then smiles. "Surprised it's not fruit this time! Me and the missus are going to enjoy snacking on this tonight!" They pull it closer to their body, and then tuck the packages somewhere beneath the counter. "You enjoy now, Roman. And make sure to let me know if your little pet enjoys it too! Human tongues are mighty complex; he may think something needs tweaking, and I'm always open to receiving advice!" 

"I'll make sure to give you his thoughts." Roman lifts the basket, and sets Virgil back into it, this time laying him down against the wrapped chocolate bars. As he heads back outside, Virgil's worried the sweets are going to melt in the warm sun, but they retain their firmness beneath Virgil's body. 

As he presses his face against the wax paper and sniffs it, he basically melts against it. It smells delicious, and he finds himself eager to taste it, and somewhat... grateful that Roman was generous enough to basically get him a bar of his own! He stays curled up on the chocolate bar as Roman walks back through town, heading back to his and Janus's cottage. When they walk inside, Virgil finally sits up, though he can't really see over the edge of the basket due to his size. 

He's set on the center table, and lifted out of the basket shortly after due to Roman grabbing the chocolates. 

He carefully tilts them sideways, causing Virgil to slide off of them and land gently on the table in front of his terrarium, with Roman unwrapping the darker bar of chocolate first and handing it over to Janus who's lazily lounging across the couch, draped in a furry blanket. 

"You're so good to me, Roman," Janus purrs, as he doesn't bother breaking off one of the molded pieces and instead just outright bites into the bar, uncaring of the indents made for easier breakage. "Now, what clothes did you get our sweet Virgil?" 

Roman grips the edge of the table and pulls it forward, before scooping out the clothes Virgil had picked out and setting them next to the tiny human. 

"Why don't you ask Virgil?" Roman urges, as he lifts up Janus's tail and slides beneath it, setting it onto his lap after and leaning onto it to watch Virgil shuffle towards the fabrics. "He made the final decision on what to buy and what to leave behind, after all." 

"Did you get him new underwear?" 

"Plenty of sets." 

"Good. I think that would have slipped my mind had I gone with him, considering my anatomy doesn't warrant such clothing." 

Virgil looks down Janus's tail, and then flushes as he remembers Janus's slit. He tries not to think about it as he grabs hold of a few shirts, and then holds them awkwardly on his lap. Before Janus can ask him to show everything off - as he can tell such a request is moments away from being made - Virgil questions "do you want me to just... hold everything up? It's not like anything's particularly interesting. Just shirts and pants." 

Janus leans forward, taking another bite of his chocolate. The way the thin bar snaps between his sharp teeth has a shiver coursing through Virgil, who forces himself to look away from the sweet. "I was kind of hoping you would be willing to give us a more... formative look at the clothes. Some shirts may look basic, but end up beautiful depending on the person they're slid onto. And I want to make sure Roman's helped you pick out your correct size." 

"He's petite, Janus!" Roman huffs. "What other size is there for a starving human like him?" 

"He's definitely not starving," Janus counters, "considering how big of a breakfast he had. And the plenty snacks you give him throughout the day. Don't think I didn't notice the small bites torn from my jerky, or the second bar of suspiciously lighter chocolate." 

Roman flushes, and smiles like he's been caught. "It's not my fault he looks like he deserves all the treats in the world!" 

"You're going to immobilize him!" 

"Perhaps that's my intention!" 

Virgil watches them playfully bicker as he rolls one of his new shirts in his hands. They've seen him naked by now, but that doesn't mean willingly stripping down for them is less embarrassing, as Janus is basically implying that he wants to watch Virgil put on what's essentially a fashion show for the two of them!

"If anything doesn't fit we can bring it back to the shop and have it tailored," Roman assures Virgil. "I'd do it myself, but that would require being your size in order to make sure my big hands didn't accidentally tear the fine fabric, and well..." he trails off, suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable, before the tip of Janus's tail slides beneath Roman's chin and tilts it up slightly. Roman goes from losing his train of thought to flushing and spluttering in a matter of seconds, as he stammers "just don't worry about it. We'll figure everything out if the issue arises." 

Virgil doubts it will. The only thing that might be too tight on him is the black-and-white striped shirt he's holding in his hands. But since he's already got a grasp on it, he decides to pull it on first and foremost. 

The jacket and shirt he's been in for many, many days now are finally shrugged off and set to the side. The jacket is laid atop the second bar of chocolate, with his shirt joining soon after. Now shirtless, Virgil positions his arms to line up with the sleeves of the striped shirt, and slowly slips into it. 

It's tight enough to emphasize his lithe form, and not quite long enough to fully cover his torso, cutting off just past his belly button. 

When he stands in order to begin getting his pants off, it rides up a little bit. It doesn't expose enough to make Virgil uncomfortable, but Roman and Janus's eyes shamelessly feast upon the bit of exposed skin and Virgil's happy trail while they're able. 

He pulls on the first pair of pants - the black ones he picked out - and is relieved to find they're as loose and comfortable as he hoped they'd be. 

"Well, that looks snug," Janus comments as Virgil twists back and forth to get a feel for the fabric. It's not rough or uncomfortable against his skin, and they're clothes he can easily lounge around in, meaning he'll no longer have to try and sleep in restrictive, tight pants. "How do you like it?" 

"It's fine," Virgil answers dismissively. He then reaches for the next item, deciding to change out just his shirt for now, as his shirt-to-pants ratio is mostly in favor of the shirts. 

He grabs the black, long-sleeved shirt and pulls it on next, quickly changing and then standing so Roman and Janus can admire the next set. He doesn't know how interesting watching him change clothes is, but Janus and Roman react like it's the most engaging thing on earth. Their eyes never leave his body, even when he looks away from the two of them to ease his embarrassment. 

"I see black and purple are your favourite colours," Janus muses, as Roman nods rapidly. 

"I brought purapura with us after asking such a question, which should have honestly been obvious considering the blanket he was tucked into when we bought him. And the jacket he wears has these cute purple patches sewn all over it, though-" Roman lowers his voice, "-the dye for that fabric was made with snails and not flowers." 

Janus grimaces, and utters "gross," which makes Virgil feel judged despite the fact that's not their intention. 

Luckily, when he reaches for his next change of clothes, the tension melts slightly. He slips out of the pants he's in first and foremost, and then pulls on the penultimate pair of sweatpants. They're somewhat tight around his calves, loose around his thighs, and have an elastic waist that's adjustable if Virgil tugs on the drawstrings on the front. For the sake of not wanting to slip out of his pants more time than necessary, he goes to put on the final pair, only for Janus to stop him sweetly. 

"Don't you want to show off some of the underwear you got, love? I can't imagine wearing the same briefs for multiple days feels very good against your body... especially considering the occasional fun we've been having." 

As Virgil's face goes red, he holds the sweatpants to the front of his body, hiding his groin from Janus and Roman entirely. "The two of you just want to see me naked," he accuses, embarrassment written clear across his face. 

Neither Roman or Janus deny it, as Roman instead stutters out "well... kind of..." as Janus just nods. 

"You're beautiful, little one," he insists, "can you truly blame us for attempting to take advantage of every opportunity we're presented with? Besides, it's not like I don't have a point. You'll need to change your underwear either way so we can scrub your old pair clean." 

That's true; even if Virgil is hesitant about switching boxers, it's not like he can avoid it forever. 

And he's already switched his shirt... and one pair of pants... and they've seen him nude before. 

In fact, Virgil's issue comes less with their perverse nature, as he finds it disgustingly flattering, and instead is more humiliated at how their obvious and predictable attraction to him makes him feel! Because how is he casually supposed to reveal that them watching him switch clothes and implying he should slip his briefs off has caused his cock to harden slightly in his underwear? 

 So, he eventually huffs out "fine, whatever," and drops the sweatpants onto the table beneath him. 

He reaches for a few pairs of boxers instead, dragging them closer so he can quickly drag down his current set and kick them away towards the rest of his dirty clothes. 

He avoids looking at Janus and Roman at all while switching out his briefs, and pulls on a form-fitting pair that's comfortable for him to wear. He's half-tempted to stay in them permanently, but Janus looks past the black pair and towards the pile. "You grabbed a yellow set?" he asks, alerting Virgil to the fact that he grabbed a few different colours outside of his standard purple and black. 

"And a red pair," Roman adds, giddy as ever. "It's like he wanted underwear in our colours!" 

"That wasn't my intention in the slightest!" Virgil is quick to correct them. "I wasn't trying to debate over the different colours of underwear; I just grabbed what would fit. I have blue and green in my pile, too!" 

"But you'd look so adorable in the yellow pair," Janus claims. 

Roman's quick to argue "even cuter in the red pair!" 

"Well now I'm not putting on either!" Virgil folds his arms over his chest, fuming where he stands despite how good their attention is making him feel. While it's embarrassing for them to imply he's purposefully grabbed clothes that match their apparent colour schemes, it's even more embarrassing for them to try to convince him he'd look good in them, like he truly is a pet they're trying to dress up in their favourite aesthetics! 

And he'll have none of it! Even if it makes his cock throb in his boxers. 

But they don't seem eager to relent. 

Roman's hand creeps forward, and Virgil can't escape it before it's scooping him up. "Red briefs would match your blushing cheeks," he points out, worsening Virgil's arousing predicament. 

He lays flat in the warm palm of Roman's hand, legs unintentionally spread apart and clean shirt riding up his chest. Being in just underwear means there's no quick way to hide how hard he is. He's lucky the black fabric around his hips makes it less obvious, but his reactions to Roman petting over his front give his thoughts away regardless. 

A moan slips out of his lips before he can stop it, but Roman and Janus don't look surprised in the slightest. 

"Oh, he's just so cute," Janus sighs, as he sits up in order to cuddle close to Roman. "It's quite rude of you to want to dirty his new clothes so soon after he's gotten them, though." 

"We can just wash them," Roman replies, "and can you blame me in the first place? He just looks so delicious in everything he wears! And even more alluring when in little to nothing!" 

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here," Virgil shakily protests, as Roman's thumb pauses right against his hips. "It's... annoying." 

Roman's cheeks go pink, but he applies a bit of pressure to the bump he feels in Virgil's briefs as he murmurs "that's not what this is telling me." 

Virgil gasps, and digs his fingers into Roman's palm as his head falls back with another moan, gritting out an unintelligible noise as his back arches upwards into Roman's touch. When Roman's thumb finally slides away, Virgil collapses, and curls onto his side, squeezing his eyes shut despite the intense urge to glare at Roman for being such a tease. 

"At least get him out of his clothes, love," Janus scolds, his amusement clear in his voice. "Best not to do more laundry than what's necessary." 

"I can get out of my own clothes," Virgil spits, rolling onto his hands and knees and then sitting up with his back to them, hiding his flustered face as he lifts his shirt up and over his head. Roman takes it from him, and holds it in his other hand as Virgil hooks his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slowly begins to guide them downwards. 

He feels silly the way he has to maneuver around to get his briefs off without standing, but by the time he gets them off he's fully hard just from the minimal friction he was receiving and the attention that's been given to him. 

He sits on his knees as Roman plucks his boxers away from him and sets them back into the pile of new clothes on the table, as he draws Virgil's body close to him. 

"So cute," Roman murmurs, fingers already working to push Virgil around, until he ends up on his back once more, semi-propped up against Roman's fingers as Roman's thumb moves to spread his thighs. "I don't doubt all of your clothes will look utterly magnificent on you, though it disappoints me slightly that I neglected to remember to fetch you some accessories..." 

"Don't worry, dear," Janus assures him, "you own plenty of jewels and ornaments to dress Virgil up in later. But now doesn't he look quite gorgeous while completely nude?" 

"More than gorgeous." 

Roman's thumb travels over the length of Virgil's body, the pad of his finger pressing lightly against Virgil's nipples and then traveling all the way down to his shaft. Virgil's hips roll against the finger slightly until Virgil's setting both of his hands against it and pushing it away. 

"If you're just going to tease me, I'd rather get off by myself," he complains, pressing his knees shut and limiting Roman's access. The gentle affection was maximizing Virgil's humiliation, but doing little to satiate his arousal. "I know you're doing it on purpose." 

"I can't help it," Roman whines. "But if you want more, I can oblige." 

Virgil skeptically spreads his legs apart once more, expecting Roman's thumb to return with intensified pressure, but is instead shocked when he's lifted closer to Roman's face instead, where Roman's mouth presses firmly against him. 

His lips envelop Virgil's body in its entirely, smothering Virgil beneath the slick, soft area, and flustering Virgil greatly. His sound of surprise is muffled seeing as his own mouth is pressed to Roman's, but the pleasure he experiences is palpable, as a moan follows quickly after when Roman's lips part slightly and his tongue slips out. 

As his tongue slides over Virgil's front, Virgil ends up coated in a thin layer of Roman's spit, which covers his chest, his legs, and of course his cock. 

He lets out a high-pitched cry as Roman pulls away from him with flushed cheeks, and a shy expression. "Is that better?" he asks, which has Virgil cursing under his breath because he knows Roman's not asking to tease him; the question is genuine, despite how obvious the answer is based on Virgil's reaction. 

So instead of answering verbally, Virgil just slings an arm over his face to spare himself the embarrassment. 

"I think that's a 'yes,'" Janus jests, as he rubs his own finger along Virgil's front, rubbing the saliva further against Virgil's cock and causing him to shiver as the moistness cools. 

"I think so too," Roman agrees, and then presses another kiss to Virgil's form. "You're so small, Virgil. I can't even feel you kissing back." 

When Roman pulls back again - this time leaving a string of spit connecting Virgil's tiny body to his upturned mouth - Virgil splutters "bold of you to assume I'd return your affection." 

But instead of being bothered by this at all, Roman just laughs softly and coos "then why can I feel your little hands grasping at my lips and pulling them closer?" 

And Virgil really has no retort for that. 

So he just frowns and looks away, only delighting Roman and Janus more. 

But Roman's not content to just kiss him, as when he approaches Virgil the next time, his tongue is already out. The wet muscle plants itself firmly between Virgil's legs, pressing flat against Virgil's cock and focusing on it with intent. He's aiming to truly please Virgil now, licking over his shaft repeatedly and making Virgil squirm beneath him. 

Virgil's bitten nails dig into the flesh of Roman's palm as Roman worships his miniscule body, sliding his tongue beneath Virgil enough to raise his hips, and then running forward again with a surprising amount of control, licking over Virgil's ass and then against his cock again. He's panting all the while, causing Virgil to sweat as Roman's hot breath wafts over him. 

 It's overwhelming how both the heat radiating from Roman's mouth and the friction from his tongue afflict Virgil simultaneously, smushing Virgil beneath the muscle every so often even if he always pulls away for a few seconds after. 

That only adds to the odd sensory experience, as Virgil goes from sweltering to shivering as a breeze sticks to his slick skin after, thrusting the conflicting, contrasting sensations onto his skin. 

The next time Roman's tongue rubs against his cock, Virgil attempts to grab it, sinking his fingers into the squishy muscle as he thrusts his hips up and against it, moaning outright as his shaft rubs over the slick area. He can see his own pre smearing onto Roman's tongue, where it quickly dissolves in the pooling spit that then drips from the tip and into Roman's palm itself. 

But Roman's tongue stops moving after that. 

He holds his mouth open - he leaves his tongue out, and he's still breathing hard - but he doesn't actively lick over Virgil. And when Virgil tries to shoot him a desperate, questioning look, he notices Roman's eyes are screwed tightly shut with embarrassment. Despite this, his scaly, dragon-like tail is wagging behind him eagerly, thumping against the couch with excited anticipation. 

Is he... expecting Virgil to work for his pleasure?

When Virgil glances Janus's direction, he notices Janus's half-lidded eyes regarding him curiously, no doubt wondering how Virgil will progress when faced with such a conundrum! 

And embarrassingly, Virgil reaches for what'll get him off, regardless of how embarrassed it makes him. 

He sits up fully, and falls forward, slipping slightly on the saliva coating Roman's palm. He has to messily crawl forward to reach Roman's tongue, which he then sits up to grab fully. It's hard to get a good grip on a slick muscle, but he does eventually resort to pressing his entire front against it, which causes pleasure to shoot through his veins. 

Instead of Roman or Janus touching and rubbing him, it's now Virgil's turn to actively rut his hips in order to derive enjoyment from the situation. But considering how good it feels, it's easy to rationalize, despite his humiliation. 

"So cute," Janus commentates, leaning against Roman's shoulder. His mouth hovers against Roman's earlobe, and Virgil can hear Janus's hand rubbing over the front of Roman's pants, no doubt working his fingers over the bulge that must be straining in Roman's boxers. "He crawled towards your tongue so obediently, and he's saddled against it so prettily. He's so small compared to you, Roman; doesn't that excite you?" 

Roman moans, with his voice vibrating over Virgil's form. 

It makes Virgil shudder, as he rubs his body harder against Roman's tongue. 

The muscle twitches and moves every so often without Roman really being aware of it, as the tongue itself reacts to Virgil's precise movements as if it has a mind of its own. When Virgil rubs against it, the end curls slightly to cup his balls. When his chest arches forward, Roman's tongue mimics the action to give his nipples extra attention.

"You should see the expression he's making," Janus further narrates. "His face is flushed and twisted with pleasure, and he's making the most wonderful little moans... though I'm sure you can hear those." 

Virgil hadn't even realized he'd been moaning, and doesn't process that his mouth is open until some of Roman’s spit ends up against his tongue. 

Despite knowing Janus is watching, he swallows it, which Janus relays to Roman too. 

There's something about every move he makes being vividly detailed to Roman that heightens the experience. When Virgil tries to hide his face, he has no place to push it but against Roman's tongue, which he does briefly only to have to pull away with a gasp when he loses air quickly. His entire body is wet with sweat and saliva, and only soaking further by the second. His hips move tirelessly against the front of Roman's tongue, grinding his shaft against the textured tastebuds and watching his precome smear against the muscle. 

He wonders if Roman can even taste it. 

He's so small in comparison that it's likely Roman can't. He's so insignificant in comparison that his body can fit completely against Roman's tongue, with there still being room to spare! 

Virgil's knees slide apart, until he's sitting on Roman's palm instead of kneeling, pulling Roman's tongue as close as he can with his awkward grip as he thrusts forward needily. 

Because he is needy. 

He needs Roman's tongue to stay where it is in order to guarantee him the pleasure he so desperately yearns for. And likely due to his own protests about Roman's teasing, he has to work for his right to come, even if he wants to just lay back and let Roman lick over him. 

Because he does so badly want to let Roman guide his tongue across Virgil's form, smother him beneath the slick muscle, and choke him on his spit. 

And if Roman's not impulsively gobbling him up now, then perhaps he'd refrain from doing so if trusted with access to Virgil's body completely. Which he has at this very point in time, solely as a result of Virgil's own pleasure-focused mind. 

Warmth overtakes every inch of him, and he feels like he's boiling from the inside out. There's heat swirling in his abdomen, and coursing through his veins, up his spine, and to his head. His vision is spotty, and his breathing is heavy, moaning with each shift of his body against Roman's tongue. 

"I think he's close," he hears Janus whisper, like he's exchanging secrets with Roman. Roman whines, and the noise rings in Virgil's ears. "His eyes are half-lidded and rolled back... and I'm pretty sure he's drooling! Though, it's hard to tell with how much you're drooling on him." 

If Virgil closes his eyes and really focuses on the environment around him, he can hear the soft slapping of slick skin as Janus's hand strokes up and down Roman's shaft, no doubt dressed in his own precome. He can feel Roman's hand trembling beneath him, struggling to keep his hand raised for so long with no support beneath him, but doing so regardless to satiate Virgil's arousal. 

"You and I both know he'll taste delicious," Janus murmurs. "He'll taste just as good as he looks." 

Virgil's face again buries into Roman's tongue, sobbing with pleasure into Roman's spit regardless of how he struggles to breathe, as his hips jerk a few final times, pathetically rutting against Roman until finally his orgasm overtakes him in one ecstatic burst. 

His head falls back as his chest arches forward, with his hips rocking as his cock spurts streak after streak across Roman's tongue. 

There's a subtle twitch to Roman's shut eyes that - if Virgil wasn't too preoccupied to notice - would have alerted Virgil to the fact Roman can feel him come, and taste it too. 

He can also hear the consistent cries that spill out of Virgil's mouth as he rides out his orgasm by rubbing against Roman's tongue, noises no longer muffled now that he's leaning back slightly. Until eventually Virgil's pleasured sobs devolve into soft gasps, and eventually quiet whimpers as he struggles to squirm away from the tongue due to the angle of Roman's hand (which had subtly tilted forward slightly to help Virgil get a good angle) and the spit that's pooled in Roman's palm. 

Luckily, Roman straightens his hand, allowing Virgil to topple over with ease, where he flushes dark as he listens to Roman whimper and whine himself, before suddenly moaning loud as he likely comes over Janus's hand. 

Which is further confirmed when Janus raises his fingers and licks Roman's semen from between them in a manner that's all too sensual. 

Finally, after catching his breath, Roman slowly opens his eyes. 

His pupils settle on Virgil for mere seconds, before darting downwards, where he seems to struggle fixing his pants with just his free hand. He gets them redone after a minute, and then slowly transfers Virgil from his wet hand to his dry one. Of course, some excess saliva dribbles with him, but Virgil lands in a mostly dry, warm palm, that he completely melts against. 

"Guess it's a good thing we got you out of those new clothes, hm?" Janus teases, lightly running his (clean) fingers over Virgil's sensitive body. Virgil shivers at the featherlight touch. "Can't say the same for Roman, unfortunately." 

"That's hardly my fault," Roman whines, before slowly pushing himself to his feet. 

He carries Virgil into the kitchen where Virgil's lowered beneath a carefully molded faucet. He expects the water that begins to drip out of it to be cold, and braces himself appropriately, but surprisingly finds the bit that Roman splashes on him to be warm. 

He shouldn't be too surprised the hybrid village - or at the very least Janus and Roman - have fashioned away to heat up their water without having to wait half an hour for a stove or an open flame to do the trick. They had to have quickly filled his bathtub with hot water somehow, after all. 

But for now Roman just makes sure the sink water is warm enough to not be jarring, before slowly bringing his fingers beneath it, covering Virgil's lower half with the weak stream. His thumb rubs over the length of Virgil's body, using it to wipe away any sweat and spit that's left. And Virgil resorts to just keeping his eyes and mouth closed as the water washes over him. At least they're bothering to clean him instead of letting him take a bath himself; he can guess that they don't want him to retire to his terrarium mid-day. 

When he's been wiped clean, Roman bundles Virgil in the bottom of his shirt, using the clothing he's wearing to dry him off, before keeping him cupped in his hand as he brings Virgil back to the table. 

Virgil's laid upon the pile of clean clothes as Roman shyly sidesteps out of the room. 

Virgil just lays there for a moment, gathering his bearings as his body trembles slightly with the aftermath of his orgasm, until he's able to function enough to reach for the new briefs he got, and a tee this time. He pulls the clothes slowly - ignoring the fact Janus is watching him all the while - and finishes up with a pair of sweatpants. Then, he stays buried in the clothes, comfortable in the fabrics until Janus is scooping him out of it. 

"Ugh," Virgil immediately complains, though he's too drowsy following his exhaustive endeavors to truly play up his bitterness, "couldn't you have just let me relax for a bit?" 

"What do you think I'm doing?" As Janus pets over him, he's careful to avoid Virgil's torso and crotch. And when Virgil rolls onto his stomach, he actually can't help but sigh in relaxation as Janus's nail lightly drags over his back. 

When Roman comes back from presumably washing himself up, he joins the other two on the settee, pulling Janus close so he can cup his hands beneath Janus's own. 

"Do you think he needs a nap?" Roman whispers, making Virgil scowl and Janus chuckle. 

"I think we could all use a nap," Janus replies, "and when we wake for supper you can pull one of the large cuts of meat out from the smoker and fix up a big dinner. Doesn't that sound lovely?" 

Roman kisses the side of Janus's face. "It absolutely does." 

Logan turns to Remus, sipping from his own clean mug. "You could always rinse and wash the cups you use out in the upstairs bathroom," he suggests, taking into account the fact that Remus often hoarded a variety of their flatware upstairs at once. He'd grab a new mug whenever he needed one, and keep five or six upstairs until he was inevitably hounded to carry them all to the kitchen, where he'd either leave them strewn across the counter or stock them into the cabinet. "At the very least, soaking them in hot water will remove most of the residue. Then if you do put them back into the cabinet, they'll at least be a little less poisonous." 

Before Janus or Patton can argue that the problem is Remus is purposely being antagonistic - and not that he doesn't know how to rinse cups - Remus is groaning loud, leaning back far enough in his chair that Patton instead becomes concerned by the idea he might fall back and hurt himself! 

"Ugh!" Remus complains, "but that's so much less fun! It's your guys' fault for forcing me to give the mugs back. If I could just keep what I needed, it'd be no problem!" 

"It'd become a health hazard in a matter of weeks," Janus immediately counters. "And half of the mugs we have aren't yours." 

"Like my Scar mug," Roman pouts, holding out the one in his hand. It resembles Scar from Disney's The Lion King, and is surprisingly one of Roman's favourites despite being modeled after a villain and not a hero. "Why don't you just use yours?" 

"Because he doesn't have any," Virgil grumbles. "He broke them all, remember?" 

Remus sets a hand on his heart. "God forbid a man get a little excited." 

"You shouldn't let your excitement out by smashing stuff," Patton lightly scolds. "Then you'll progressively lose more and more things that you love!" 

"I'll glue it back together." Remus shrugs. "No big deal!" 

Nobody else can relate to damaging their property just for the hell of it, but they don't need to relate in order to understand that's just Remus's way of showing his delight. The same way that he bites when showing affection, instead of hugging or kissing like most average people do. Still, they don't want their stuff being broken by Remus, nor do they want their mugs streaked with red and blue paint. 

"Maybe you should invest in a few more mugs," Logan suggests, "since I doubt you've kept the pieces of your old ones." 

"I kept some of the pieces," Remus argues. "They're too embedded into my sole to dig out. Do you want to see?" 

He's already in the process of pulling off his sock when Janus rushes to stop him. "Nobody wants to see that, Remus," he pleads, not wanting Remus's bare feet to be kicked up onto the kitchen table. And though Remus looks disappointed, he does eventually release his ankle and let his foot fall dejectedly back to the ground. 

Still looking to problem solve - partially in hopes their mornings won't be as loud anymore from one of his roommates screeching about the paint they just swallowed - Logan offers "if you want I can help you look for some new mugs for yourself. I'm sure they make some that are art-specific, and then you can keep them in your room permanently." 

"Take him up on that offer," Roman immediately jumps in. "You know how rare it is for him to want to do anything with any of us!" 

Logan frowns. "I want to do things with you guys, I'm just busy." 

"Indefinitely busy," Virgil mutters. 

Logan's frown deepens, but before he can try and defend himself, Remus is grabbing his wrist and pulling Logan up from his chair. Logan's lucky enough to have already sat his cup of coffee down by the time he's yanked upwards; he would have dropped and potentially shattered it otherwise! 

"I can show you what I'm currently painting, too," Remus gleefully insists, already leading Logan out of the room. "It's not a commission, for once; this one's all mine, baby!" 

Logan gives the others a pleading look, but they all just smile at him in response, and leave him to be guided up the stairs and down the hall to Remus's room. 

Remus's space is one that Logan's only entered a handful of times, though that can be said about any of his roommates' bedrooms, honestly. He's gone in them only when absolutely necessary - like when they ask him specifically to fetch something off their beds or when he's needed to wake them for meals - because that's what he thinks would make them the most comfortable. Though, they seem fine just barging into his room whenever they so please, so perhaps he should be less considerate.

Remus's room is exactly like it was when Logan saw it a month ago. 

He's a hoarder at heart, insisting he "finds art in everything" and uses it as an excuse to not throw out the sticky soda cans and greasy pizza boxes covering his floor. But amidst the trash, there were actual art and crafts. 

Both of the twins were incredibly creative, but Roman preferred writing poetry and songs, and vivid stories that kept one thoroughly enraptured. Remus on the other hand preferred things like painting, drawing, and sculpting, though the things he typically made with his talents appealed only to certain groups. 

In order to pay his portion of the rent, Remus took art commissions, and would often make hundreds of dollars just from drawing someone's anthropomorphic character. Obviously Logan knew that sometimes Remus would draw these furry original characters in... sexual predicaments, but Logan was also pretty sure that Remus made the most out of all of them, so he couldn't judge Remus in the slightest. 

But a lot of Remus's paintings and sculptures were more reflective of his own darker mindset. And though he can draw in a more cartoony, abstract style, a lot of his paintings were horrifyingly realistic. 

Such is the one he's working on currently. 

In the center of his room, propped up on an easel, is a medium-sized canvas that's covered in the very basic outline of what's bound to be a breathtaking piece. 

Of course, finer details are missing, but as of right now Logan can tell it's set up to be some sort of self portrait. Remus's unruly hair with its signature white streak and sharp fangs that he paid money to be sharpened by his dentist are clearly sponged in.

One of his hands is raised to his forehead, his fingers pressing into the skin and seemingly pulling it upwards, trying to reveal the brain beneath - which has just barely been started on, as it's right now just a small blob of red among the peachy-grey of Remus's skin tone.

His other hand is halfway stuffed into his mouth, trying to pull his jaw downwards.

It looks like Remus has painted it so that it looks like it's delving uncomfortably deep into his throat, with his mouth having to stretch wide to accommodate its entrance.

His vaguely outlined body is also completely naked, but luckily this portrait only has Remus shown from the waist up.

Logan finds himself instinctively a bit disappointed to not see a full anatomical rendition of Remus himself, before he shakes his head to rid himself of such a desire. It's inappropriate, despite how curious he is to know what he truly looks like beneath the tattered clothes and spiky accessories.

“Do you like it?” Remus cheeses, standing side by side with the easel and smiling wide, as if urging Logan to compare the two. “I’ve been doing it between taking comms, but recently decided to really focus. I want it to hang above my bed.”

 Currently what’s hanging above Remus’s bed is a Terrifier poster that’s tattered around the edges and barely staying up with a few flimsy pieces of tape.

“I think it looks exactly like the kind of thing you would paint,” Logan replies. “Does it have meaning?”

Remus blows a raspberry. “Nothing I create has meaning. I do shit solely because it looks cool, and I’m good at it, which strokes my ego.”

“Well, it does look cool.”

Logan moves to sit back on Remus’s bed, but hesitates when he sees a few visible stains across the comforter. He tries to move the blanket away, but the sheets are just as gross.

Remus, however, throws himself onto it without a care in the world, and pulls Logan down before he can reevaluate helping Remus find a new collection of mugs. 

"So... what kind of mugs were you thinking of?" Remus asks, taking his pinkie finger to his teeth to scratch away at his enamel. And though he's just asked Logan a question, he pulls his own phone out to mess with, making it clear he won't actually be listening to Logan's answer. 

Logan still powers on his own cell and navigates to a basic shopping app. "Any. So long as they're visibly yours." He goes to search 'mug,' but changes it to 'durable mug' at the last minute. A cup would work just as well, but like Roman Remus also seems to enjoy when his cups are decorated, and mugs were both often sculpted into fun designs and thick. So perhaps Logan could find one that was molded to be able to withstand a bit of... eccentric force. 

Remus also navigates to an app, but his doesn't come with predetermined intention. 

Instead, on his way to click around some social media and tune out Logan's suggestions (as it's more fun to just mess with his brother and his boyfriends anyway), he's reminded of the TF app he installed, and has been paying for. 

And it gives Remus an immediate idea. 

This app claims to be able to turn people into anything (with obvious limits, unfortunately; Remus remembers seeing that people couldn't be turned into currency of any kind, and could only guess it was due to people trying to trade their consenting partners away non-consensually), which means a mug was definitely included in their list of options. 

While Logan rambles on about the different types and themes of mugs he’s finding - showing a few of them to Remus who always shrugs and says “maybe” - Remus begins to excitedly fumble his way around the app’s features.

Sure, turning Logan into a mug wasn’t a permanent solution, but Remus never asked for a permanent solution!

And unlike Janus and Virgil who were a lot more obvious about needing to scan Logan’s body in order to begin the transformation process (even if they thought they were being somewhat discreet), Remus forgoes his typically blunt nature to instead interrupt Logan and feed him a half-lie.

“Logan, real quick,” he starts, causing Logan’s expression to sour at being cut off. Still, he folds his hand in his lap and turns to give Remus his full attention. "I've been wanting to do a painting of you for a while. You're hot as fuck; you know that, right? And it'd be good spank-bank material to have freely on hand. Maybe I could even hang that above my bed instead of my self portrait..." 

When he sees Logan's eyes wide in surprise and his face redden with fluster, he directs himself back on topic. "But in order to do that, I need a reference. Do you mind if I snap a picture really fast?" 

Logan looks down at his clothes. He wasn't still in pajamas, but he was dressed more casually than he would have otherwise liked. 

"In this?" he asks. "I'm not even in a tie."  

"You don't have to wear anything if you don't want to," Remus immediately suggests. "Getting the dimensions of your bare body would probably help me make it more accurate, but it's not a necessity." After all, the app doesn't say the transformee has to be naked in order for the transformation to work. "Regardless, I need you to stand up." 

Logan does so slowly.

He keeps his clothes on for the time being, but takes a step back when Remus stands too, putting more distance between himself and Remus’s phone camera, which helps Remus capture his full body. And thus helps the app scan over him, too.

Once Logan’s body has been copied to Remus’s phone, Remus types in a name (though not Logan’s, as he instead fills it in with ‘slut’ just to be funny), and makes a simple mock profile.

Logan narrows his eyes. “What are you doing?”

He has his skepticism that Remus wasn’t actually taking a photo, but if he did then it’s just as concerning that it looks like he’s typing. Is he sending it to someone?

But instead of answering, Remus just looks up from his cell and asks “it’s cool if I do whatever I want with you, right?”

“With my photo, or with me?”

Remus grins, and Logan knows he has his answer.

He gulps, becoming a lot more privy as to what Remus was actually doing. Regardless of how subtle he thinks he’s being, Logan’s pattern recognition was an incredible trait of his, and he’d already become acutely aware of the fact that if Janus and Virgil had no qualms about transforming him, then the rest of his roommates might as well. They seemed to hang out a lot; they’ve probably talked about it by now, and have devised a plan to do just this. At least, that’s what Logan theorizes.

He doesn't understand why, but they seem to have fun with it. 

And despite how embarrassing it would be to admit, it's still so new that Logan can't help but find it fun too.  

So, he nods his head. "Yes." 

He tries to place his finger on what possibly Remus could be transforming him into. He's somewhat nervous that he'll end up some greasy food or a pair of socks - neither of which sound too bad when he really thinks about it... even if his interest flusters him greatly - but he doesn't understand what would suddenly possess Remus to turn him into something like that. Did he see something on his phone that could have triggered such a desire? Did it relate to something in his room? 

But it was more obvious than he thought. Just not obvious by Remus's standards. 

While something more unorthodox or explicitly sexual would be the clear expectation, Logan finds himself surprised when he's suddenly being compressed into an item that does possess an opening - like a fleshlight would be, kind of - but a lot less malleable and a lot more rigid. Ceramic, even. 

Finding the mug in the list of options was easy, and of course Remus let Logan's personality and interests dictate the design across him, but he's still shocked at how easy it is. 

He crouches down, feet on either side of Logan's much more miniscule form buried in his clothing. That of a mug. 

And as Remus fishes him out of the fabric, he has to acknowledge that it's an admittedly pretty one, too. 

It wasn't sculpted to look like Logan's face or anything thankfully, but instead a midnight-blue body with constellations across it. And the handle was a shooting star, with a molded star shape at the end and three painted streaks (in dark blue, sky blue, and pastel blue) forming the curved C-shaped handgrip. 

He picks Logan up by his handle, which is a disorienting experience Logan's not sure he'll ever get used to. 

He's held up to Remus's face and peered over. Remus's thumb slides across the outer edge of Logan's handle, and it causes Logan to internally shiver. 

Just like usual, it's not like his body parts have been relegated to specific places, just that his entire body is everything simultaneously, and certain spots affect certain senses to greater degrees. This also means that some parts of Logan's new mass are in fact more pleasurable when touched. And that area seems to be his handle, which has him crying out immediately just from the feeling of Remus's jagged nail scratching over his sky themed design. 

"I think you can still taste, which is going to make this next part very unpleasant for you, but I can't hear your complaining so I really don't care," Remus states, as he carries Logan out of his room and to the bathroom. 

As Logan's filled halfway with lukewarm water from the sink, he finds he can in fact taste, with it feeling like he's holding a mouthful of tap water in his cheeks and just inside of him in general. It's a filling feeling - not in a bloating sense, but in the sense he feels comfortably full. And though he dreads what Remus is obviously intending on using him for, he decides he can try and stick it out. If it's unbearable, he remembers Virgil saying something about how he'll change back automatically if need be. 

"You know, weirdly enough, you're making me feel like you're the prettiest mug I've ever seen," Remus then says, as he sets Logan on the floor next to a crusty paint palette, stained with yesterday's colours. "Which is weird, because I feel like you could be seen as basic. Like... there's definitely mugs that look like you, I'm sure. And if I saw them I'd think they're uninteresting. Maybe it's because I know it's you... beneath the ceramic?" 

He shrugs. He's not a scientist, and he really doesn't care about the logistics. He was going to use Logan whether or not he was nice to look at. 

Remus fetches a clean palette from a messy bin of art supplies on the side of his easel. He grabs a few clean brushes too, deciding to ignore the stained and stiff brushes also in Logan's eyesight. Remus kneels on one of them, and it promptly snaps in half underneath his knee. 

The sudden breakage of one of Remus's items and how little he cares about it (as he just swipes the wreckage to the side so he can sit back on his calves) makes Logan shudder. 

He remembers how fierce Remus had been with the popsicle, and how roughly he'd manhandled the controller. 

He hadn't known both of those objects were Logan, but Logan doesn't know if he'd be more or less careful if he did. After all, Remus's impulses could vary from meager and inconvenient to destructive and irresponsible in a matter of minutes.

But for now Remus seems focused on mixing the same colours he used yesterday. 

Some of them had been scraped into cheap plastic containers - which Remus scrapes out with the end of a brush, the chunky paint splattering in one of the palette's divots - but others need to be hand-mixed. 

And as Remus focuses on creating colours, the brush he used to wipe out the original colours is set in Logan's orifice. The first of many. 

Logan's first thought as the paint-covered stick lands in him is that it's not as bad as he thought it'd be. It's definitely not pleasant, but the water dilutes most of the paint taste, and what he can taste seemingly isn't as bitter as it'd be normally. Logan wonders if some of the toxins present aren't as noticeable on his tastebuds due to no longer having a body that can be poisoned, but he doesn't know if that's a proper feature the app would actually make sure was working properly or if it was solely a side effect of being turned into a mug specifically. 

He also feels simultaneously good at being both filled with something (both the water and the brush), and at being useful (though Logan was starting to suspect that his desire to be useful was less a result of being transformed and more a secret kink he's yet to truly process). 

"I think the app also displays your mood," Remus then says out of the blue, though he glances at Logan and grins as he finishes "but I'm kind of busy, so don't expect any wellness checks. If you have any problems with what I'm doing, then that's your fault."

Kind as ever, Remus then turns back to his easel, which he properly begins painting on. 

Logan doesn't expect anything less from him, and he's again pretty sure his transformation is entirely depending on his own comfortability and consent (which he's not sure Remus even realizes; he can't be trusted to read the terms, rules, and guides related to any application), but being spoken down too is weirdly... attractive. 

It's weird how differently Logan's begun to see each of his housemates, which is incredibly unfortunate considering he doubts they'd want him to be having such perverse thoughts about them. 

Because even though they're transforming him, he doesn't know they actively want him to fantasize about their pleasure the same way they all participate in his. And technically Patton and Roman haven't even been aware they were participating, so the thoughts he's had about them are even more unfounded! 

But he can't help himself. 

He just can't stop thinking about how good it feels when they use him. 

Logan's left sitting still, feeling the water inside him move so slowly that it's practically not moving at all, watching as Remus begins refining the basic details he's applied to his canvas. 

He's able to retain a surprising amount of concentration while painting that's not otherwise exerted in any other situation. It's like he tunes out all of the distractions in his surroundings - a tree scraping his window from outside, the sour smell of food as it begins to rot, and the occasional notification from his phone that he's too inconsiderate to silence - and focuses only on the strokes from his brush. 

Each movement is planned and each swipe is practiced, creating lines so straight that they're shocking to have come from a gay man. 

And though the details start out so miniscule that Logan can't even see them (though that's partially due to both his current size and the angle at which he was set), he knows that Remus isn't just brushing willy-nilly.  

He looks to be defining the shape of the body he's sponged in, properly replicating the shape of his head, the thickness of his neck, and the ridges formed by his sickly ribcage. His stomach goes inward diagonally, until he gets to his hips which jut out in a sharp, bony manner. 

Logan's seen enough of Remus's body to know this is an accurate representation of it, but he still finds himself a bit flustered as Remus recreates it so perfectly. It starts to look more and more like a photo with some weird feature-distorting filter on it, and less like paint on a canvas. 

And when Remus is done with that layer for now, he dips the brush into Logan like it's nothing. 

This time the brush is dropped bristles-downward, and there's significantly more paint caked onto the fine hairs. If Logan could scrunch his nose up, he could, but his distaste is immediately quelled by the dizzying feeling of Remus stirring the brush around the water. 

Logan isn't the water, but the water's still inside of him, and as it spins in rapid circles Logan finds himself growing dizzy and hot. 

Then, Remus pushes the brush down against the base of the mug, dragging it against the floor as he tries to clean off as much residue as possible even though he ends up just grabbing a new brush anyway. A spongier one this time, with the thickness of about two of Remus's fingers. 

It splats into a darker, reddish-peach shade that Remus uses to begin shading some of the skin. 

The acrylic on the canvas is still wet, and it causes it to mix with the red in a streaky manner, but it seems to be the look Remus was going for. Though Logan can't pay too much attention to his techniques anymore, as his mind has begun to cloud. 

Perhaps it's the bitter taste from the paint, or the feeling of the water still moving inside him, but Logan's now hyper-aware of the sensations now rapidly afflicting his body. 

The hairs from the brush inside him are almost ticklish, creating this pleasurable itch on Logan that he's incapable of scratching as a mere object. And the other brush that's base-down in him still clinks and scrapes against his sides, feeling like he's being poked and prodded at. 

It causes him to become spacey and less cognizant of Remus's actions, meaning he's not expecting another brush to enter him so soon. 

The sponge dips into him before he can brace for it, and with the amount of paint it's absorbed it assaults Logan so forcefully that Logan cries out in his own mind. It's not just the taste anymore; in fact, it's barely the taste at all. It's that his vision is slightly blurred and warped in a weird water-like way due to the tinted liquid now filling him. It all has a weird reddish hue, and so half of Logan's vision does too, but it spins and shifts in a manner that's so disorienting that it's better if he doesn't try and see at all. 

Remus's fingers break the surface of the water as well, letting Logan get a taste of the sweaty, wood-ish flavor the pads of his fingers retain. 

He squeezes the sponge out, with the peachy-red paint dripping from it in short blasts that cause Logan to internally jolt at each rather intense splash. As droplets land near his rim and then slide down in slow streaks, Logan finds himself shivering intensely. 

And Remus has just started. 

His orgasms seem to be dependent on the object he is. With the controller, it seemed controlled by his power button. As a popsicle, it was only when fully digested that he got that ecstatic feeling. 

He tries to theorize as to what the criteria is as a mug, but nothing obvious comes to mind. 

He would normally assume it'd be being filled up that'd elicit it, as that's what mugs are typically used for, but that obviously wasn't right otherwise Logan would have been forced into an extreme and premature orgasm seconds after transforming!

Though Logan will gladly take an extreme and premature orgasm now, as already he finds himself whining for more acknowledgement and stimulation when Remus rescinds with the sponge. 

It's only when put into a situation like this does Logan realize how reliant he is on the direct attention from the others when transformed. It makes sense; he's an object, after all, and objects are subject to the mercy of their owners when it comes to being used, but Logan's pleasure is also inherently tied to them. If they never touch him, never use him, never pay attention to him, he won't be able to feel anything but tortured. 

And Remus would be the last person Logan expected to put him in such a plight!

He's paying far more attention to the canvas than to Logan; never has Logan wished to be a paintbrush more than in this very moment! 

Remus was caressing the wooden handle of the brush so delicately, unlike how he was neglecting Logan's own shooting-star sculpted grip. He would bring the tip of it to his teeth when he needed to pause for a moment, chewing on the ends and leaving indents, as opposed to bringing Logan's rim to his mouth and taking a nice, big drink from him instead! 

His begging starts as soon as Remus dips the sponge brush back into the paint palette when Logan foolishly thought he was done with it. 

No, he internally gasps, as he watches the palette be rubbed against by the soft sponge, which greedily soaks up the acrylic, I thought you were done with it! Oh, please finish with it soon! 

But of course, he's just a mug. No sound comes out. Remus can't hear his begging in the slightest. 

He's sure the app reads something embarrassing. Needy, it probably says, or perhaps desperate. 

But Remus doesn't care about the app; Remus cares about touching up his painting, which he needs the sponge brush to do. 

He didn't even clean it off between his current colour and the last! Logan swears he saw Remus delve into a darker brownish-green for the background, and now it was a deep red! It makes sense for the ombre he's creating; the bottom of the canvas is the darker red, and the top the green, creating a contrast between the harsher red tones from Remus's face (like the blood from his mouth or the visible brain), but still! 

Until finally Remus seems satisfied with what he's done in terms of the backdrop, and releases the sponge brush over Logan's opening. 

Again, he's initially bothered by the toxic taste of the paint, but it soon fades into obscurity as Logan's able to focus on the feeling of Remus sliding over his ceramic body instead. 

It feels way different to a normal brush, and of course is different to the wooden end of one. It's squishy and creates a few air bubbles in the water that cause Logan to moan at the fizzy feeling when Remus squeezes it. 

And again, Remus's hand dips into the water to begin cleaning the brush somewhat, but he doesn't take the brush with him this time. 

Instead, he grabs the largest brush he owns, which is a standard brush with bristles that has a tip about a quarter in diameter. Even when it thins to a point, it still looks bulky. There's a chance Remus still has bigger, like the kind of brush one would use to paint a wall instead of a canvas, but the one Remus is holding is the biggest one Logan can see immediately around him. 

And this time he wets the brush before getting into the paint. 

The volume distortion this thicker brush creates is a weirdly arousing feeling, further fueling Logan's feelings of fullness while also displacing the otherwise expected water level within him. The closer the water gets to his rim the fuller and better he feels. Perhaps being filled all the way up will bless him with that release he's already started to needily crave? 

Then Remus uses the brush - tinted with the reddish water - to scoop a hefty amount of paint onto his easel. 

It's the brown used for his hair, and before Logan can wonder why he's using such a large brush for strands that Logan would have otherwise expected to be so fine, he gets his answer. 

The brush's thickness creates a variety of different streaks. The harder Remus presses with it, the bigger the brushstrokes, and yet he can also carefully cultivate the flicks of his wrist to account for the thinner hairs on his head. He also gets a mixture of a dark brown and a light brown when he dips his brush into the paint, automatically streaking shadows and highlights into his own hair. And the painting begins to look more and more like Remus by the minute!

Though with him dedicated to such a large part of the picture at the moment, Logan's left utterly deprived. More so now that he already knows what the brush Remus is using feels like. 

He misses it. 

He wants it back in him. He wants to feel its bristles tickle the bottom of his mug form and feel like he's bursting at the fullness that comes from the water, the brushes, and the paint. 

He'd even accept just the revolting taste of acrylics if it meant he got something in him!

And luckily, Remus seems to finish up shortly, at least with what he's interested in doing for now. 

His forearm slides across his forehead, gathering up a bit of sweat that he flicks into Logan's body without care, salting the water briefly before his perspiration is seemingly either dissolved or overpowered by the paint taste. And then, he shifts his position so that he's sitting on his rear, legs stretched out in front of him. He looks done. Logan prays he's done. 

Then he's grabbing Logan's handle. 

Logan would scream if he could at the shocking, electrifying feeling of being actually touched again after what must have been just an hour's worth of waiting for Remus's painting to finish while soaking his brushes on his ceramic tongue. 

"Well you didn't change back," Remus whistles, as he suddenly shoves his current brush down Logan's throat. It again causes water to rise rapidly, and some even splashes out and across Remus's thighs which gives Logan a hint as to what his orgasm could be fixed around. The water spilling over does decrease Logan's fullness, but for some reason being suddenly less full than he was seconds ago sends a pulse of pleasure down Logan's form. "Which means you must like cleaning my brushes with that whore mouth of yours. Is that it? You like sucking on bristles? Fucking gross." 

The insult is ironic coming from Remus, but degrading considering Logan's position in relation to him. It also makes Logan feel hot. 

"I can't even see if you have paint streaked in your opening because of how murky the water is," he mumbles, peering closely into Logan, before standing suddenly. 

The vertigo it creates amplifies Logan's dizziness, but Remus continues petting his handle subconsciously as he's carried somewhere.

He can't focus on his surroundings at all. His vision is still half-normal and half-tinted, but he's also being moved far too fast to understand any of the furniture or walls around him. 

All he knows is that he hears water running, and then suddenly he's coming. 

His orgasm is fast and intense, and Logan cries out desperately as it feels like his climax is forced out of him. And it comes as a result of Remus dumping him out. 

Dumping the water out of him, at least. 

Being emptied so quickly is both disappointing and orgasmic, though not in the way a ruined orgasm would feel. More like Logan's now desperate to be refilled, so he can be dumped out all over again, and the pleasurable cycle can continue over and over and over until they decide they're done with him. 

But Remus just inspects him instead.

"Yeah, there's some strokes in you," he mutters, as he suddenly holds Logan beneath the faucet. 

Dish soap is swirled in him making him gag followed immediately by the intense pressurized water from the faucet. 

He again screams internally, trying to thrash as he's filled so quickly and dumped out repeatedly. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm he's forced to endure as Remus uses his fingers to wipe away the streaky paint inside of him. His nails itch Logan's orifice and slide teasingly around his rim, before filling him a final time and dumping the excess water out. 

As Logan's final orgasm for the time being, it lingers on his body, making him tremble internally at the overstimulation that overwhelms him. But Remus is hardly even aware of the sudden mind-breaking pleasure he just forced Logan to experience, as he instead overturns Logan in the dishrack, letting him try upside down, causing Logan to feel the final droplets of water begin to descend like the final spurts of his come slowly sliding out of him. 

"I'd love to hoard you honestly, but I'm not going to miss out on rubbing it in the others' faces that I can wash my mugs properly, I just think it's funnier not too." He reaches to stroke Logan's handle again, petting over the angles on the star. "Besides, they probably want to use my new mug, too. And I'm sure that idea excites you greatly." 

Remus stares at him expectantly, raises his eyebrow, and then bursts out laughing. 

"No discomfort? You're not changing back, which means you're fine being used like an object by your housemates! What a slut!" Remus's cackling intensifies Logan's embarrassment, but Remus is right. This also means he did read the terms of Logan's transformation, which worsens the humiliation of it all. 

Still, Remus takes a step back from the counter, fully intent on leaving Logan there. 

"Well, in that case I hope you have fun. Hopefully one of the others doesn't shatter you! That'd be awful." He's grinning as if he's hoping one of his partners will be clumsy enough to break Logan to pieces. And Logan gets the feeling that if they don't, Remus might. "I'll come change you back whenever I feel like it. Or maybe I won't." He shrugs, and then walks off like it's nothing. Like Logan's nothing. 

It again leaves Logan with that lingering feeling of need, though this time it's more subdued considering he's still recuperating following his multiple orgasms. But after about half an hour of just waiting, it grows unbearable. 

After he's completely dry there's no active stimulation for him to entertain himself with! And being upside down doesn't excite him either. It just warps his (now thankfully clear) eyesight, so that everything he's looking at is also upside down, which would be the same whether or not he was a mug or a person. 

Until finally Patton comes back into the kitchen. 

He doesn't even notice Logan at first, as he focuses instead on rinsing out the coffeepot and filling it up with some more water, which is then dumped into the coffee machine to start brewing the second pot of the day, only to spot Logan immediately after. Being the only dish in the drying rack has its benefits - paired with the fact that the mug Logan's been turned into is obviously one Patton hasn't seen before. 

Hairy face scrunched into a confused expression, Patton lifts Logan from the rack, and carries him to the kitchen doorway. 

"Remus!" Patton calls up the stairs, "did you and Logan manage to find an old mug of yours?" 

Remus responds immediately. "Yeah! I even made sure it was washed so nobody could bitch at me for it. Feel free to use it if you want!" 

Patton seems delighted at that offer, and as hot coffee begins filling the freshly cleaned coffee pot, Logan ends up sitting on the counter in preparation for it. Patton leaves him in order to fetch some creamer, which he fills Logan partially with first and foremost. It's cold and sweet, with Logan's mouth immediately being filled with french vanilla sweetener. There's just a splash of it in him - enough to sweeten the coffee, but not enough to overpower it - but Logan finds it's much better than the paint water. And though he's always been more partial towards the sweetness foods like fruits provide, he welcomes the artificial sugary taste happily.  

It feels good to be used after going so long without, despite the fact it hadn't even been an hour. 

Though Logan feels a bit of fear shoot through him when the pot is done filling with freshly brewed coffee. It's visibly steaming, and Logan can feel the heat radiating from the glass when the pot brushes by him as Patton lifts it. 

Is it going to burn? Will it hurt? It's going in him; what if it's scalding? 

But he obviously can't try and avoid the coffee, especially as the pot's overturned and the hot liquid begins to fill him steadily. 

And Logan does cry out, but not out of pain. 

Nothing hurts - thankfully - but it is hot. Swelteringly, so. And both Logan's insides and outsides feel suddenly as if they're burning, with the heat overwhelming his entire being in a manner Logan's never experienced before. He feels like he's overheating, and Patton's also filled him to the brim, which again blesses Logan with that wonderful feeling of fullness. 

And then Patton's picking the mug up and carrying him to the kitchen table, holding Logan firm by his handle despite the fact his fingers are so big he can't get more than two of them through the loop. Still, his thumb rests against the streaks of the shooting star, which like Remus he seems to rub without thinking. 

However unlike Remus, Patton never fully lets Logan go. 

Even when Logan's sat against the table, Patton's still clutching his handle, ready to bring Logan to his lips at any given moment. 

Though he hasn't done it yet.

Laid across the table are that morning's newspapers, which Patton had been trying to skim through before Roman interrupted all of them with his squealing. And though Patton looks like he's reaching for that day's headline, he actually just moves that bundle out of the way so he can read Sunday's funnies instead. 

Logan gets a good look at the colourful comic strips as Patton props the paper up (though with the coffee in him, half of the newspaper is completely muddy and brown), but he doesn’t care about the humorous illustrations. He cares about Patton’s attention, and how it’s not on him.

Even if Patton’s hand is on him, still petting his handle mindlessly, and even though he’s full of coffee, it’s not enough.

He sees the corner of Patton’s lips quirk up into a smile, and Logan wishes he could feel those very same lips press against his rim, giving the edge of his ceramic form a kiss while drinking down the coffee he’d poured mere moments ago.

And when Logan's finally lifted, he foolishly lets himself get his hopes up, though is further tortured as a result of this expectation, as Patton doesn't drink from him quite yet. Instead, he purses his lips and slowly blows over the top of the coffee, creating ripples in the dark brown liquid that Logan can feel reverberated throughout his mug-like form. Patton's cool breath wafts over the outside of Logan's body, and of course over his rim, leaving him shivering. He can smell the coffee already on Patton's breath from his first cold cup that morning. And yet Patton had left the mug he used earlier dejectedly on the counter, and chosen Logan instead. 

When Patton's lips finally press to Logan's form, it feels right. 

Patton's curly facial hair tickles Logan's ceramic, but his soft lips are firm and pleasant. It's not like a kiss, but somehow just as intimate, as Patton tilts the mug forward slightly. And being emptied slower is a lot different to being poured out all at once, as Logan can feel himself getting progressively emptier and closer to his orgasm with each gulp from Patton. But as much as Logan wants Patton to just keep going until he’s finished off his drink, Patton merely swallows down two small mouthfuls before setting Logan down again.

The coffee splashes within the cup, streaking the inner walls with hot droplets that eventually rejoin the rest of the liquid pooling below, while Logan cries out an internal mantra of please please please that echoes within his own ceramic body.

Again, Patton never fully releases Logan. His thumb lingers on Logan’s handle, and two of his fingers stay hooked through the loop, but it’s not enough.

Even as the pad of Patton’s thumb pushes down against the rounded angles of the star, it’s not enough.

He’s raised periodically, but every sip taken from him is meager and small, as though Patton’s now savoring the caffeinated drink while he reads instead of actively trying to get a small kick of energy. 

At one point he lifts the mug to his lips, and even presses his mouth against the rim, but ends up laughing at a particular comic strip. And though his cool laughter comes as a brief respite from the hot coffee keeping Logan burning, it doesn’t drain Logan further, and Patton’s too distracted by his glee to notice he didn’t even take a drink.

And Logan’s still half full.

Half of his opening orifice is still filled with sweet creamer and bitter coffee. No longer does it taste refreshing on Logan’s tongue; instead it serves as a consistent reminder that his pleasure is still a few mouthfuls away.

The coffee inside of him slowly cools, but at a rate unnoticeable to Logan until he realizes he’s no longer internally sweating. He’s not chilly, and he’s not cooled enough to be considered lukewarm, but Patton no longer needs to blow on each drink before he takes it, which means the next sip he takes is larger than the other ones.

A singular gulp greedily takes half of what’s left in Logan, causing Logan’s mind to go blank with pleasure at so much being pulled from him at once. 

The sigh of delight Patton lets out afterwards fills Logan with a subsequent sense of pride. He may not be the drink itself, but he's holding it so well. He's not spilling a drop. He's keeping it from cooling quicker than it is. 

Then Virgil walks into the room. 

He looks to be walking towards the fridge, but pauses when he sees the mug in Patton's hand. 

"Is that new?" he asks, and Patton's immediately setting down the funnies to answer. 

"It's Remus's!" Patton cheerily responds, as he holds the mug out to give Virgil a good look at it. "Logan helped him find it in his room somewhere, and he cleaned it thoroughly. It was waiting in the dishrack when I came in to make coffee!" 

"It's pretty." 

Virgil moves to the fridge and pulls out an energy drink - a Monster can that Logan vaguely recognizes as being 'Ultra Violet,' which is Virgil's favourite flavor - before lingering against the open door as he cracks it open. He's trying not to stare at the mug, but he's doing a poor job. And Patton notices. 

Kind as ever, he offers "would you like to use it? I'm almost done with my coffee; I can give it a quick rinse and pass it over." 

Though Virgil's cheeks go pink at the kind offer, he mumbles "you don't have to rush. And I have a can, anyway," but Patton's already tipping his head back and tilting the cup forward, sending the rest of Patton's coffee rushing out of Logan's ceramic body and down Patton's throat. 

And it's heavenly. 

Logan's orgasm is milked out of him, with Patton keeping him upside down until he's swallowed every last drop, drawing out Logan's climax until his mind is overwhelmed by his own incoherent moans. Then, he's carried back to the sink. 

He's filled, poured, filled, poured, filled, poured, over and over and over until Logan's again blearily and crying at the constant bloating and emptying that causes him to come over and over and over in an endless cycle. 

He doesn't use soap as the water rinses him well enough, but he does fill and dump Logan far more than Remus had. 

One orgasm turns to two, and two to three, and three to eight before Logan can no longer count. And after his mind is spinning and his vision is spotty, he's finally passed to Virgil. 

"There should be no coffee residue left in it," Patton explains. "But I can actually wash it if you want." 

Virgil takes the mug in one hand, sliding his fingers through the loop but not actually holding Logan by the handle, instead curving his hand around the outside. He peers in briefly, inspecting the sides as if he's afraid there'll be mushed up grounds or streaks of creamer leftover, which may just be his inherent distrust from Remus spilling into this situation. 

“It looks fine,” Virgil eventually says, before smiling slightly. “Thanks.”

And Patton bends down to kiss him, the coffee from his lips transferring to Virgil’s. “You’re welcome.”

As Patton leaves the kitchen, Virgil pulls one of the ice trays from the freezer, cracking a few cubes out from the mold and tossing them into the mug carelessly. One cube turns to two, and two to three, though thankfully Virgil stops after four - solely because he’s run out of space.

The sharp angles of the ice cubes cause Logan to shiver as the freezing cold objects press into him.

Compared to the heat from the coffee it’s incredibly jarring, and Logan finds himself internally writhing at the chill that pulses through him.

Then Virgil carefully pours his drink into Logan, filling him with an equally cold and intensely carbonated drink that bubbles to the surface and then fizzes out. Small bubbles rise from the bottom of the mug, drifting upwards and popping at the surface. 

It's all new, and all intense. 

The carbonation in the drink is unlike the water from the sink or the coffee from the coffeepot. It's bubbly and honestly quite ticklish as bubbles form along the inner sides, and Logan's unable to pop them. He's only briefly quelled when Virgil stirs the mug with his finger, causing the ice to scrape away the miniscule dots and send more bubbles to the surface. Condensation begins to form on his outer layer, making him feel wet and slick, and as Virgil thumbs away a droplet Logan can't help but moan. 

The ice is freezing, as is Virgil's cold drink. 

It's kind of sour, and overwhelmingly grape, with Logan being able to taste the fizz inside of him just as potently. 

Virgil carries the mug to the living room where Patton's moved too, and he settles onto the couch happily next to him, sitting snug against Patton's side as Patton wraps an arm around him. 

Virgil keeps two hands on Logan at all times, and he doesn't go more than a few minutes without sipping on Logan, though he never drinks more than a bit at once. He's also brought his can into the main area, which sits half-full on the coffee table in front of them, waiting to refill Logan at any given moment. 

There's something playing on TV, but Logan can't hear the show over the sounds of his own internal noises, and he can't see through the bubbles, chunks of ice, and tinted liquid that again obscures half of his vision. 

Virgil's breath is hot as it fans against Logan's rim, and with how curled up he sits it's constantly drifting across Logan's body. Virgil's nail caresses his handle, sliding along the sculpted ridges of the stripes on the shooting star, subconsciously petting the handle as he shifts between watching the show and talking to Patton. 

"What's the energy drink for?" Patton asks him, squeezing Virgil's hip. 

As he takes another slow, loud, buzzing drink, he mumbles "I didn't sleep well last night. I just need a little boost." 

"I thought energy drinks heightened your anxiety?" 

"It does sometimes." He exhales deep, and the warmth of Virgil's breath contrasts greatly against the chill ice within him. "It just makes my heart beat fast, and the fact I can feel it going so fast stresses me out, which then makes it work faster. But I close tonight, so I can't be actively falling asleep on the job." 

Patton chuckles. "I doubt you'd be able to fall asleep anyway, with that constant beeping going on." 

Virgil grimaces, and Logan feels him hold tighter to his ceramic form. "Don't remind me. I hate my job." 

Everyone knows Virgil hates his job, and even Patton pats Virgil's thigh sympathetically. Everyone else had cushier careers, with the closest in similarity being Janus's who would bartend at odd hours, but Janus only dislikes the drunken idiots when they act idiotic; otherwise they're incredibly easy to charm out of an extra few dollars. 

But Virgil didn't make tips. He wasn't a server; he was a McDonald's employee, only maintaining the stressful, minimum-wage job to not feel useless when it came to paying his portion of the rent (even though he knows his partners have offered to just pay for him on multiple occasions). 

"Your streaming will take off one day," Patton then insists, alluding to Virgil's main hobby. "The little people in your computer will learn to love your content! I know I love it. You just look so darn cute when you focus on slaying a dragon!" 

He games whenever he has free time; it's a good way to stay grounded. It's nice to have a task to focus on, and games often have a variety of quests for him to become obsessed with completing! The only downsides were that his platform was still growing, and so it wasn't profitable in the slightest, and that in the trenches of Virgil's streaming hobby he was drinking so many energy drinks that he wouldn't sleep for days. 

So he'd cut back a bit, but that meant that even the ten or twenty dollars he was losing out on needed to come from somewhere else. 

And that somewhere else was unfortunately McDonald's. 

"I hope so," is all that Virgil mutters, before taking a larger drink of his cold caffeinated beverage. 

It's enough to leave Logan half-empty, and an ice cube and a half raised out of the liquid. Though the Monster itself is cold inside of him, the bare ice pressing against his walls is somehow more intensely freezing, and it's dizzying when Virgil swirls the mug in circles to mix the ice further. 

Then he's grabbing the 'Ultra Violet' can and dumping the rest into the mug, topping Logan off before he's even empty. 

No! Logan immediately cries, as his release is withheld from him so harshly. Instead of getting emptier and emptier as he nears his orgasm, he's instead brought halfway to ecstatic pleasure and then filled up completely, resetting the time it'll take to get him off. He's being unintentionally edged in the most filling and extreme way, but obviously Virgil isn't aware of that. He's just making sure the rest of his drink can be chilled by the half-melted ice, too! 

He passes the empty can to Patton, who sets it aside for now, while Virgil himself takes another drink. Another small drink. Practically an insignificant sip.

But then Patton glances down at the mug, and sheepishly asks "you... wouldn't be willing to let me try a bit, would you?" 

Virgil looks up at him, surprised. "It's grape flavored." 

It's more like sour, acidic grapes, but it is primarily grape-flavored, as most purple items were. Patton again smiles. "I know. Or, I figured at least. I know it’s your favourite flavor; I see you drinking it a lot. And I want to be a part of your favourite things. But I understand if you’d like to enjoy it all yourself; you more than deserve it." 

"You can try some," Virgil immediately affirms, as he passes Logan back to Patton. 

Patton holds the mug similar to how Virgil has been, folding both of his hands around the ceramic form and pressing into Logan with warm palms that clash greatly against the inner chill. His hands easily envelop the majority of Logan's star-speckled design, covering the constellations with his thick fingers. 

Patton takes a modest drink - not wanting to take more than what's been offered - and then passes the mug back. Just a little is all he drank, but after being refilled so suddenly Logan will accept whatever's given to him. 

"Is it good?" Virgil inquires, drinking right after him. He takes a larger drink, causing Logan to mentally moan yes! Yes! More! "I mean, I think it's good, but I know grape is iffy with people." 

Patton's nose scrunches up, but he chuckles as he says "well, it is very grape-y." 

And though Virgil knows that means Patton didn't really like it, he still laughs anyway, cuddling further back against Patton who wraps his arms tighter around him. 

After that, Logan's lowered to Virgil's thighs, and held against them as the ice melts into the decreasing fizz, watering down the energy drink until it only tastes faintly like grape. Virgil doesn't take a drink from him for multiple minutes, instead resting his eyes as he lays back against Patton's soft gut. 

"You definitely seem tired," Patton coos. "Do you actually close tonight? Like third shift?" 

"No," Virgil immediately clarifies, "thankfully not. Just a five-to-twelve. Still later than I'd like, but it's better than working from one-to-six, or one-to-nine." Both being shifts Virgil's been stuck on before, leaving him overly anxious and incredibly tired as he's forced to deal with the nocturnal weirdos that only get more confident over the cover of darkness. 

"Are you going to need a ride?" 

"That'd be nice." Virgil raises Logan back to his lips, and Logan cries out immediately. But Virgil barely takes in any liquid, and instead swipes a small ice cube floating in the purple liquid. "It'd save me from having to walk out to my car alone." 

"I think Janus also works tonight, and I'll probably be in bed by then, but one of the twins could probably pick you up, or I can set an alarm. Or you can ask Logan; he might be up working. He's probably also the least likely to swerve the entire drive home." 

Virgil chuckles, his laugh echoing throughout the half-empty ceramic. "It'd save me the nausea that typically came after eating that shitty, greasy food for lunch." 

"You should let me start packing you lunch," Patton immediately suggests. His hands cover Virgil's, further warming Logan's body beneath two levels of heat. "I already make food for myself and Roman, and I sneak a granola bar or two into Janus's pockets before he leaves." 

"I wouldn't want to give you more to do. And Roman would have to make some of the food." 

That's true; Patton wasn't a good cook at all. But he could make a mean sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly, ham and cheese, turkey and pickle... Easy meals! Or Roman could meal prep, which he did try and do at least once a week, making food for himself and Patton (though he always offers to make portions for everyone, it's just that Virgil, Janus, and Logan aren't the best at accepting handouts. And Remus barely eats normal food anyway). 

Patton kisses Virgil’s head. "Just consider it, won't you? It'd really be no problem at all." 

Virgil takes another drink of his soda to avoid having to respond, and then his mouth lingers on the rim in preparation for his next bout of thirst. 

While it's not consistently emptying him, it is stimulation, which pleases Logan greatly. Virgil's tongue presses against him once or twice, but never lingers, unlike Virgil's spit which remains on the edge of his ceramic body when Virgil pulls away for a few seconds to stretch his neck, before drinking down another mouthful. And though Virgil's a lot more lax, he does seem to at least be speeding up the rate at which he's drinking down his Monster, as he drinks until he gets another piece of ice in his mouth. 

Logan shudders and whimpers out a plea as he hears the piece of ice crack between Virgil's molars, and is forced to watch Virgil chew slowly before he even thinks about taking another sip. 

But when he does, Logan's blessed with feeling his orgasm slowly building, and building, and building, growing steadily with each small gulp that drains Logan more and more. 

Until he's empty. 

It comes steadily, with Logan being able to anticipate it, which of course excites him greatly. And it leaves him feeling orgasmic when he comes, finally empty as the last chunk of ice falls from him and onto Virgil's tongue, leaving him with nothing but an inner chill to remind him of the fizzy drink he was previously filled with. 

And Virgil sighs in enjoyment at the same time Logan moans with overstimulated delight. 

He's sat empty on Virgil's thighs for a few minutes, before Virgil finally stands from the couch. 

He's wordlessly brought to the sink, filled with water, and left to soak to clean up the sticky, syrupy juice that the Monster's left in him, with Virgil leaving the room afterwards, and leaving Logan again completely full - this time actively overflowing. 

Logan has no idea how long he sits in the sink, just that it feels like ages. 

It must be hours with how desperate Logan grows, forced to taste the lukewarm tap water, void of any flavoring, excitement, or stimulation.

He can faintly hear Patton and Virgil in the living room he thinks, but he’s unable to focus on them in the slightest. He can only focus on how incredibly full he feels, and how he wants to be used. How he needs to be used.

Roman becomes his saving grace.

He strolls into the kitchen whistling, navigating to the pantry in search of food, but stops - arms still raised towards the cabinets - when he spots Logan in the sink.

His hunger is temporarily ignored so he can brace his hands on the side of the countertop and lean over the sink, fishing Logan out from the metallic divot. He dumps Logan out in the process, causing Logan to internally moan and come yet again, leaving him sobbing in overstimulation.

“I’ve never seen you before,” Roman sings, wiping away the stray water.

He caresses the constellations across Logan’s midnight blue body, and then inspects the shooting star handle, cooing the whole time about how prettily sculpted it is. Roman’s praise is innocent and genuine, but it makes Logan feel so hot that he might as well be filled with coffee all over again!

“Whoever's you are, I'm sure they won't mind me borrowing it…” Roman then murmurs to himself, as he grabs a washcloth and dabs Logan dry. The soft cloth slides across Logan, sopping up all the water from the inside out. “I'll make sure to actually wash you out afterwards, at least. Unlike a certain someone…”

Roman seizes Logan with purpose, and though he came to the kitchen with the intention of grabbing food, he could use a cup of tea…

Their kettle is filled with water and set atop the stove, with Roman fetching a packet of traditional black tea, though he also fetches their bottle of honey to pair with it.

A small pool of honey is squirted into Logan's body, filling Logan with the thick, sweet syrup.

It feels heavy in his body, but Logan likes it because he knows it's just a preface to what he'll actually be filled with.

Roman then actually grabs himself a snack, as was his intention, fetching a small snack cake from the cabinet.

Logan’s left sitting idly as Roman flitters between snacking, tossing the wrapper in the trash, and adjusting the temperature of the stovetop. And Logan just has to watch Roman walk back and forth in front of him, until finally the kettle whistles and Roman can pull it off the burner.

The teabag he grabbed is dropped into Logan first and foremost, with its string hanging over Logan’s rim, tickling him slightly. The bag itself doesn’t have a discernable taste as it sinks slowly in the honey, but it does smell good.

Then, the boiling water is added.

It’s much, much hotter than the coffee Patton poured into him, flooding Logan with a wave of heat. 

The water draws out some flavor from the teabag, but Roman has to dip it in and out of the water repeatedly to truly begin extracting its essence, and then stirring the liquid to make sure it all mixes with the sweet honey. The tea it creates is quite sugary, and of course very hot, but Roman cups the mug in his hands happily and doesn't bother blowing on the surface of it before taking a sip. 

To no one's surprise, he burns his tongue, but aside from just uttering a curse he doesn't seem too dissuaded. 

Similarly to Virgil, Roman holds Logan with two hands, but he clearly does so to keep the full cup steady as he carries Logan from the kitchen to the staircase, and begins to ascend. 

Logan feels himself jostled with every step, and though Roman's careful to never spill his tea, Logan still hopes he might. 

Any sort of spillage or removal of the liquid inside of him felt good, whether or not it was intentional or accidental. 

But Roman's incredibly balanced, and he seems intent on making sure he doesn't spill anything (partially because boiling hot tea splashing against his hands would hurt quite a bit), meaning Logan never even gets a taste of relief. 

He's brought to Roman's room, which again gives Logan an opportunity to look around. Though, he doesn't do much looking considering his vision is thick and darkened by the tea. It's easier to just not try and look at anything, even if it meant he was continuously surprised whenever he was grabbed or drank from. 

He's sat on Roman's desk, with Roman settling down there shortly after. Contrasting how Remus was on his knees painting a canvas, Roman is instead bent over a desk writing in what looks like a composition notebook packed far too full of ideas. There are also a few empty mugs lining Roman's desk, which speaks to the hypocrisy from him when agreeing that Remus was hoarding mugs, and all of them smell like they were filled with some variation of tea or coffee. Something caffeinated, yet calming. 

Logan can guess they're all from the past few days, as Roman's been on a huge motivational kick and has been staying up late to fuel his passions. 

 And judging by how Roman immediately pushes pen to paper, he's going to be receiving little attention. 

There's no background noise or conversation to entertain him, just the burning hot tea inside of him making him feel like he's sweating to death. At the very least Logan was set on a coaster, but that didn't matter in the slightest as it just felt coarse beneath his ceramic bottom, and scratched at him whenever Roman adjusted him slightly. 

And Roman adjusted him frequently. 

Though he hasn't been drank from since the sip in the kitchen, Roman does frequently touch and turn him almost absentmindedly. When he pauses to think, he rubs his thumb along Logan's handle, making Logan cry at the soft affection that feels so intense to his small, sculpted form. 

Talking to himself, Roman murmurs "I wonder what kind of music Janus likes? It's easy to write songs for Virgil and Patton; they have clear tastes. But Janus? Ugh... why does he have to be so coy and mysterious." Roman pouts, but is clearly speaking playfully. Was he songwriting? Perhaps that's why he needed tea - to soothe his vocal chords after performing the lyrics he so thoughtfully jots down. 

And after seemingly finishing a page's worth of writing, he lays down his pen and reaches for the mug, clasping Logan tightly in his hands and sighing happily at the warmth it brings him. Logan meanwhile finds himself overheating beneath Roman's big, hot hands, which further trap heat in his body.

He's raised slowly to Roman's lips, with Roman blowing gently across the top of the tea, and just breathing in the comforting aroma that wafts up. It's like he's teasing Logan on purpose, though he can't possibly be doing such a thing. 

Then, his soft lips press to Logan's rim, as one of his fingers mindlessly fiddle with the teabag's string, shifting the bag up and down within the liquid which of course causes the tea to move inside of Logan. Each ripple rubs against Logan's inner walls, making him feel heavy and full. Though that fullness begins to deplete as Roman swallows down a large mouthful, sighing overtop Logan as the hot, sweet tea soothes his throat. 

And Roman empties him by far the fastest. 

Two drinks and Logan's half empty, with Roman setting him down afterwards to start filling the next page with his newfound energy. 

The sound of Roman's pen scratching against his paper makes for wonderful white noise that allows Logan to get lost in the overwhelming sensations he's experiencing. He's still recovering from the extreme overstimulation afflicting him as though a few minutes between pleasure is torturous, it's not a proper respite in the slightest. And since Logan's not a person, it's not like he has a refectory period to protect him from becoming overwhelmed. 

Roman lifts him again as Logan's trying to mentally catch his breath, and immediately Logan's hoping Roman will finish him off. 

Please, please, please, he cries on loop, as Roman swirls the cup around, spinning the bag within him in an endless whirlpool. Please empty me! Please let me come! 

Please use me!

And Roman does. 

He's not as patient as the others, and finishes the tea within Logan with one final gulp, drinking down the rest with a heavy sigh before pushing Logan off the coaster and demoting him to being yet another mug amidst the empty ones. 

Logan's orgasmic climax comes wonderfully fast, but after it he's left feeling empty and without purpose, especially because Roman pays no attention to him after he stops having use. He's not full of tea anymore; why would Roman pick him up? What would Roman drink from him? 

He's already empty. But it's becoming empty that feels good. Staying empty makes him feel... needy. 

He tries to beg, but his internal words are slurred together into mush he can't even understand! He wishes he could reach for Roman, but he can't. He's ceramic. He's sculpted. He's a mug. 

Then there's a knock on Roman's door. 

Roman stands up to answer it, where he finds Janus. 

They say something Logan can barely understand. 

"Will you drive me to work tonight…? I want to get drunk and... Virgil closes and also... maybe he'll ask Logan?" 

Roman's response comes through clearer, giving Logan the impression Janus is further back in the hallway, while Roman himself leans in his doorway. Logan tries to plead with either of them to turn around or notice him, but it never comes. 

"You want to get drunk before work?" Roman inquires. He wears a look of complete skepticism. 

"Well, they won't let me drink on the job." 

"I assume this means you'll need to be picked up, too?" 

"If Virgil... maybe also ask Logan...? I knocked on his door and... think he's busy." 

Though Roman acts like he's thinking about it for a moment, his answer comes quickly like it was always going to be affirmative. "Sure, I'll take you. Do you work an overnight shift?" 

Logan doesn't hear Janus's response, but he does hear Roman then ask if Janus will brew him some more tea which causes Janus to walk into the room. 

Janus scrunches his nose up initially upon seeing Roman's desk. "It looks like you've been drinking quite a bit," Janus comments, which has Roman smiling proudly. Though, quickly, Janus spots Logan sitting with the other character mugs, and immediately moves to pluck him up from amongst the others. 

He tilts it back and forth, careful not to tip the teabag out. Janus also holds his handle tight, petting over the curved streak from the shooting star. "This is new..." he says, before showing Roman the cup. "Is it yours? I thought you hadn't expanded your collection in a bit." 

"I found it in the sink," Roman admits. "I needed a mug, so I figured I could borrow it." 

"Do you think it's Remus's?" Janus peers into the mug's opening. "He and Logan were shopping for mugs, weren't they? Maybe they just found a spare buried within Remus's disgusting room? Considering all the trash on the ground, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were a few un-smashed mugs lingering around.”

Roman considers the possibility, before shrugging. “It could be… but it doesn’t really seem like his style. It’s pretty and it’s space-y; it reminds me more of Logan than of Remus.” 

Janus hums in agreement. "Now that you mention it, it does make me think of Logan..." He pets his thumb hard over Logan's handle, causing Logan to internally cry out in pleasure, before suddenly Janus is grabbing the rest of the dirty mugs and receding back to the hallway. "I'll make you a new cup, though. Do you want black tea? Or-" 

"Black tea's fine." Roman quickly sticks his head out into the hallway, looks back and forth, and then bends down to press a kiss to Janus's lips. "With honey, please." 

Janus nods, and heads downstairs. 

Logan clanks against the other mugs he's surrounded by, rubbing against their cool, smooth surfaces in a way that's weirdly intimate for Logan who's become a ceramic object himself. It almost feels lewd to be pressed so hard against them, and to feel his warm front press against their cold bodies. 

He ends up in the sink alongside them too. 

Janus doesn't wash them, but he does begin rinsing them and loading them into the dishwasher. 

Logan's splashed once or twice with hot water, and feels like he's sweating as steam from the water begins to float up from the drain. After Janus pulls the used teabag from him and tosses it in the trash, he's then filled with the hot water eventually, causing him to whimper at how sensitive his body feels, but he's then set to the side to soak. And though Logan wants to come again, he definitely needs the break. 

He watches as mug after mug are filled with water, dumped out, and loaded, with Janus looking a mixture of amused and annoyed while he does it, until finally there are just two dishes left in the sink. 

Himself, and a Tinkerbell mug - with her wings making up an odd, wing-shaped handle. 

The Tinkerbell cup is dumped out and handwashed, with Janus setting it in the drying rack so he can be lifted instead. 

When he's overturned, he cries, and when he's filled and dumped again, he sobs. Janus uses soap to clean him, obviously, tasting quite unfortunate compared to the sweet, calming tea he was previously graced with, but the soapy flavor is quickly rinsed away as Logan's dumped out a third time, and then a final fourth, after having forced him to have four more orgasms. 

Both Logan and the Tinkerbell mug are then rubbed dry with a washcloth, and set upright on the counter. 

Logan half expects the kettle to be filled and warmed again, but Janus isn't that patient. Instead, the Tinkerbell cup is filled with tap water and stuck haphazardly in the microwave while Janus fetches a half-drank bottle of wine from the cupboard. 

It's red and room temperature, and it's quickly opened and tipped over Logan's rim. 

Logan's filled halfway with the alcoholic beverage, becoming quickly accustomed to the fruity drink with its bitter aftertaste, and accepting it happily as Janus has picked the bottle he got for the house (but that only Janus himself and Logan have drank from). He's then left to watch Janus fountain a quick drink straight from the bottle itself before shoving it back into the cabinets to grab the other mug from the microwave. 

A teabag is dropped into it followed by a swirl of honey that looks to be a bit more than what Roman added (though Logan doesn't exactly have the best line of sight), followed by Janus including a spoon to stir it all that he leaves in the mug as he grabs it by the awkwardly shaped handles. 

Both Logan and the other mug are lifted and brought back downstairs, where Janus uses the tip of his boot to knock on Roman's door. 

Roman opens it quickly and instinctively reaches for the constellation-covered mug, but Janus pulls it away from him with a sly smirk. 

"It's not your mug," he reminds Roman, "and I wanted to use it." 

Roman's pout is immediate. "For wine?" 

"For wine." He shoves the Tinkerbell cup into Roman's hands. "But I brought you the fairy mug; you like this one, don't you?" 

Huffing, Roman mutters "of course I do," followed by a softer "thank you," which he punctuates with a short kiss. Janus returns it and then backs up as Roman dives back towards his desk. 

He doesn't stay upstairs, instead heading back to the main room which has since been abandoned by Patton and Virgil. Virgil's likely getting ready for his shift later (or maybe he was just in his room? Logan doesn't know what time it is; was the sun already setting? Was Virgil already gone?), and Patton's probably taking a midday nap (if it was midday). 

Janus gets the couch all to himself, and he takes advantage of it, kicking his boots off and settling back against the throw pillows as he holds Logan loosely. His free hand is outstretched, remote in hand, turning on some shitty, cheesy soap opera that Janus and Roman would normally bitch over. He seems to intend on drinking as he watches, which is proven when he brings the mug to his lips and sips from it slowly. 

Janus's fingers do more than just pet his handle, too. They seem to pinch it, and he even presses his pointer to one side and thumb to the other as he drags his hand up and down the shooting star's curve. 

He's still doing it absentmindedly, but to Logan it feels like his cock is being rubbed up and down forcefully, and with his lingering sensitivity it leaves him internally thrashing. Janus isn't drinking him fast enough to satisfy his growing need to come, but he's touching Logan like it's not doing anything to him! Like his nails sliding across the dark blue stripe isn't sending shivers down Logan's spine, and like each squeeze against the handle doesn't feel like Logan's cock is being smothered by Janus's palm. 

Pair that with frequent - but small - drinks, and Logan finds himself steadily begging for Janus to hurry up. 

Cries of please, I need it! are paired directly with too much! Too much! all of which falls on deaf ears. 

Furthermore, Janus's sharp fangs press against his rim on multiple occasions, feeling as though they're going to chip away some of his pretty, midnight blue paint. 

It's almost like he's biting the edge of the mug on purpose, though Logan quickly realizes the ceramic must just feel nice against Janus's teeth. And Janus's fangs feel good against him, so Logan just moans at the feeling. 

The last bit of wine in him is swirled and sipped periodically, with Janus only having drinks during commercial breaks so he can really savor his alcohol. 

But Logan's desperation over needing to be drank is subdued by the constant touching. 

Out of everyone, Logan didn't expect Janus to fidget him so frequently, but he does. He rubs the handle, the front of the mug, and even begins to mindlessly trace the constellations decorating the sides when the frequent advertisements become too annoying for him to even watch. 

When the wine in the mug nears its last few drinks, Janus sits up and looks around. 

"Ugh," he eventually groans, hot breath fanning across Logan's rim, making him shiver. "Of course I forgot to bring the bottle." 

He seems to contemplate whether or not he actually wants to stand and retrieve it, but as he tilts Logan back and swallows down the rest of his wine - sending Logan into an ecstatically pleasant orgasm - he slides off the couch. His trudge to the kitchen is lethargic and upsetting, but eventually Logan's set back on the counter and the bottle of wine is pulled back out of the cabinets. 

He barely gets the time to recuperate from his previous orgasm before he's being topped off, filled more than halfway this time as Janus decides to indulge. 

And though he considers moving back to the couch, he chooses to instead drink in the kitchen instead, settling his elbows atop the counters as he takes a drink from the mug before replenishing it immediately with wine straight from the bottle, never gracing Logan with that feeling of emptiness. And while Logan partially wants to implore Janus to just finish him and then drink from the bottle instead of constantly torturing him, he's too desperate for Janus's constant attention to even think about implying the bottle should get Janus's lips on it instead of Logan himself. 

In fact, Janus merely grasping the wine by its neck makes Logan strangely jealous, as he wishes Janus would just set two hands on his handle instead. 

Then Remus comes into the kitchen. 

Snickering, he peers over at the bottle of wine and jests "getting drunk before work? Do you really think it's going to be that bad of a shift?" 

"It's always a bad shift if it's one I have to work," Janus simply responds, sipping loudly from his mug. Remus's eyebrow raises when he spots it. 

"Wine out of a mug?" 

"I like to defy societal norms." 

Chuckling, Remus moves to wrap his arms around Janus's waist, not-so-discreetly playing with the zipper on the front of Janus's pants. He tucks his head against Janus's shoulder as Janus brings the mug to his mouth to take a hefty gulp. 

Though Logan doesn't have eyes, he knows Remus is looking right at him, and Logan's looking right back. 

"I need that mug when you're done with it," Remus then claims. 

Janus's frown is immediate. "You can have it when I head to work." 

"I need it after this cup." 

Sighing, Janus sets Logan back against the counter, turning slightly in Remus's hold. "Is it yours?" 

"'Course it's mine." 

"It doesn't look like yours." 

Remus flicks Janus's nose, making Janus hiss and scrunch his nose up. "Doesn't look like yours either." He sets his hands atop Janus's own, and guides them back to the sculpted mug, lifting it afterwards to Janus's mouth. "It might have come in a pack or something... I tend to buy in bulk so I have a collection to smash. Or I swiped it from Logan. I don't remember." He winks down at the mug. "We found it in my room and I came to wash it, but by the time I went to fetch it from the drying rack it'd disappeared!" 

"How long did you leave it to dry?" 

Scratching at his unruly facial hair, Remus hums "couple hours, maybe?" which has Janus rolling his eyes. 

Still, with Remus pestering him Janus seems to hurry up his drinking, dumping what's left in the mug into his mouth, much to Logan's delight. His second orgasm from Janus is just as amazing as the first, with his handle being caressed and his body being emptied of all it's worth before he's passed to Remus, who actually bothers to rinse Logan out in the sink. 

No soap this time, just water. 

Filled, dumped, filled, dumped, filled, dumped, until he's had three more orgasms then and there. 

Janus is sipping from the bottle of wine, watching him closely. 

"I'll try and remember to bring this one back down when I'm done with it," Remus then says, not bothering to pat Logan try as he instead hooks Logan carefully on his finger before suddenly spinning the mug around on it. The movement is intense and startling, and Logan becomes incredibly dizzy just from a few seconds. Janus takes a step back in preparation of Remus breaking the mug, though the careless slip never comes. "If I don't, then it's probably a handful of pieces on my floor... But that's fine. At least I'll break one of my mugs this time!" 

"I'd prefer if you didn't," Janus huffs, "I quite like that mug."

Eyes sparkling, Remus questions "why?" 

Janus opens his mouth to respond, before closing it again, and shrugging. "Not sure." 

Then he's bringing the wine to his mouth and drinking it on his way out of the kitchen and up to his room. 

Remus smile stretches into something unnerving enough to make Logan shiver as he’s again spun fast enough to make him nauseous as Remus begins to trek out of the kitchen.

He heads upstairs too, but doesn’t head to the bathroom like Logan expects him too.

Is he not going to be used for cleaning paintbrushes anymore? That’s what he thought Remus was grabbing him for; what else could he want? He didn’t look to have any drinks in his room that he might want to put in Logan…

Logan’s tossed onto Remus’s mattress, the feeling of falling surprising him so much he yelps internally only to moan when he lands on the cushy mattress.

Though, as he watches Remus undo his ill-fitting shorts and begin to tug them down, he gets a flustering idea as to what he’s about to be used for. And it was outside of his intended purpose. And it was exciting.

“Regardless of what everyone else has used you for, I can guarantee you haven’t tasted this.”

In a matter of seconds, Logan ends up exposed to Remus’s cock.

It’s something he’s never actively wanted to see in the past, but it’s currently the most enticing thing in the world to him. It’s bigger than average, and thin, with multiple frenum piercings that line the underside of his shaft like a ladder. The bars pierce his flesh, with two small balls on either side, making for what must be a wonderfully textured experience. 

Then he's climbing onto the bed, bare body on display, while Logan's forced to stare at him. 

It feels perverse observing Remus while he's nude, even if it was fully Remus's choice to strip down. He practically squeals when Remus lifts him up, curling one hand through the handles while the other wraps around the base of his half-hard shaft. 

Logan has no idea what's gotten Remus so worked up, but he decides to egotistically believe it was him. 

Remus transformed him and has been getting off to the idea of him being transformed all day. That was the logical and most likely explanation that definitely was not fabricated to make Logan feel even prouder of being such a good mug. 

"You're not long enough to take my entire cock, but we'll make it work," Remus then quips. 

Fucking a cool, ceramic cup doesn't seem like the most comfortable or pleasurable time, but Remus always preferred the unnatural to the organic, so this is right up his alley. Besides, Logan is the mug, and that makes it all the more exciting regardless of how awkward using a cup like a sex toy is going to be. 

With the mug in his hand, Remus then leans forward, bracing his body to properly fuck the mug. 

The tip of his cock is so close Logan's basically staring down his slit. And due to his smaller size it looks absolutely massive.

Remus doesn't bother lubing up the inside of the mug either, seemingly prepared to just take his cock straight to ceramic. Which he does shortly after, finally pulling Logan down against his shaft. 

The underside with the piercings scrape and clank against Logan's inner walls, making Logan shiver and moan as they slide down the inside of his body. 

Remus's cock fits about halfway into him before the tip is pressing against the bottom and curling slightly. Remus hisses at the chill that goes through him, but moans after.

“Does it feel like I'm fucking you?” he wonders aloud, nails scratching against the side of Logan's body, dragging along the constellations. “Can you taste it? Is it like you're sucking me off?”

Logan can't verbally answer his questions, but he does in his mind.

It feels unnatural. It's not the same as sex, obviously, but it's still pleasurable, and a cock in him is much different to liquid. It's a solid object that's slick with pre but otherwise formed, with metal that feels so good against his sides.

He can taste it. What's pressed against him, anyway. 

It tastes musky, which is what Logan would expect any cock to taste like. It's not unpleasant by any means; in fact Logan might just insist it's the most delicious thing he's tasted all day - though he's partially biased, as Remus's shaft in him feels so overtly sexual that he can't help but enjoy it greatly! 

He moans loud, hearing his own noises reverberate throughout his head as Remus curses at how weird it feels. 

"Definitely in the top ten things I've stuck my dick into, but certainly not the number one spot," he mutters, both praising and degrading the way Logan feels in the same breath. "But I think knowing you have no choice but to take me is more attractive than anything. Everyone else is going to be so jealous... if I tell them, that is. Wouldn't want to have anyone stealing my idea, even if it's brilliant." 

He pulls his hips back slightly, sliding his piercings up and out of Logan, before roughly thrusting back in. His slick slit hits the bottom of the mug with a wet slapping sound that echoes throughout Logan's skill in an addicting manner. He can taste the salty precome as it steadily begins to smear over his form, and he eagerly savors the taste. 

Remus doesn't bother pulling his cock completely out of Logan either, treating Logan as a fleshlight as he rescinds only about halfway before again slamming his tip into Logan's ceramic form. It starts to feel increasingly better for both of them as Logan grows more and more drenched by Remus's pre. 

Remus seems to agree based on the way he groans and grips Logan tighter.

He briefly wishes he had his phone on him to finally spare Logan's thoughts a glance; it'd be so attractive to click onto the app and receive confirmation that Logan was enjoying this almost as much as Remus was! But his phone's on the floor, and Remus was not giving up his current position to go grab it, meaning he chooses to believe Logan's enjoying it based on the fact he hasn't transformed back yet. 

Though, the idea of Logan turning back and ending up with Remus's cock in his mouth anyway was just as appealing. 

As Remus's hard cock rams into him over and over, Logan wishes he'll come fast so Logan can be topped off with his semen. 

Normally such a thing would be disgusting; why would any of them want to use a mug Remus has previously stuck his cock into? But now Logan would kill for that to be the case. He wants to be used and defiled and filled. He'd give anything to be filled. 

Please, please, please, runs on loop through his head like it'd been doing all day. Fill me up, please! 

And he can see all of it. 

The way Remus's face twists in pleasure, and the way he doesn't bother to bite back any of his noises. Anyone walking by his room could hear his moaning! And what would they think if they walked inside and found Remus balls-deep in a kitchen mug?

Logan feels a surge of pleasure course through him at the idea.

The lewd sound of slick slapping as Remus's cock rams into him repeatedly is only made louder due to the fact it seems to reverberate throughout the mug itself, forcing Logan to internalize every wet noise and intense scrape. 

And his tongue becomes assaulted by the amplified taste of Remus's pre, only made more tasteful by the eventual sweat that pools in droplets along Remus's face and falls onto Logan's ceramic body. Remus's clammy hands further rub perspiration into him, which Logan has no choice but to gargle and absorb the best he can as a solid object himself. 

He wants to come so bad.

He wants Remus to come inside of him, and then he wants to be emptied out and given when he presumes to be his final orgasm. After all, the intense, overwhelming, overstimulation pleasure he can't squirm away from has a sense of finality to it, though if Remus decides to keep going Logan will have no choice but to push himself further. 

But his mind is mush and his body burns fiercely, and his own cries fill his head. 

"Fuck," he hears Remus spit at some point, and small drops of saliva flicker across his front. 

Fuck! Logan himself cries out in his head, desperate for relief. His growing orgasm becomes torturous as it builds within him, spurred on by Remus's pre completely coating the bottom of his body.

Remus releases his own shaft to wrap his second hand around Logan too, now squeezing him firmly between both palms. He's pressing so hard on either side that Logan fears he might shatter, but as far as he knows that may just be Remus's intention.

“Are you excited to be pumped full of my spunk?” Remus asks him, though the question is clearly rhetorical. “I'll fill you up with it, though don't expect me to empty you after. I've got other plans for you.”

The way Remus announces that sends shivers through Logan's body.

What was going to happen to him?

What was Remus going to do?

“Fuck!” Remus again swears, and then his head falls back with a particularly loud groan. He starts bringing Logan down excessively hard, feeling as though he's bruising his cock in the process but not caring in the slightest. The tip of his shaft thrusts into the slick bottom of the mug over and over. The wet sounds it makes fills both of their ears, until Remus is leaning over the bed. Logan's half pressed into the sticky comforter while Remus uses him like a fleshlight, his piercings no doubt scraping the paint from Logan's innards. His sculpted form becomes a toy for Remus to use and abuse.

And defile.

Which Remus does. Quite suddenly, in fact. 

He comes fast and suddenly, filling Logan without so much as an audible warning, meaning Logan's completely caught off guard when he goes from tasting Remus's pre to fully drinking Remus's semen as it fills him up. 

He spurts into the mug, filling it halfway, and then filling it a little more, until Logan's crying and begging to be emptied. He wants to come too! Please, please, please! 

"Holy shit," Remus then sighs, as he finally moves Logan away from his shaft. 

Come spills out of him in sticky strings, dripping from the open orifice onto Remus's bed. But Remus is careful not to tip him all the way upside down, preserving some of Logan's contents regardless of how much Logan cries. 

He shuffles off his bed and picks up his phone with his toes, before grabbing it from his feet and clicking it on. 

"The app says you're 'Desperate.' That's cute," Remus comments, panting between words. "Wouldn't it be fun if I left you like this? Half-full of jizz? You'd make a cute trophy to set atop my dresser." 

No, please, no, no, no Logan tries to plead, but even his voice seems garbled in his head. 

Luckily, Remus slides his hand out of Logan's handle and grips around his main body instead. "Don't worry," he assures Logan, though his voice comes out far more sadistic than Logan was hoping, "I'm not going to do that." 

He pulls his arm back, raising his hand far above his head. One of his legs lifts off the ground. 

"I'm going to do this." 

In sheer seconds Logan's being whipped straight at the floor, where he promptly shatters into what must be hundreds of pieces. 

His consciousness goes from being in one complete form to split across all of the shards he's been broken into, which thus amplifies the pleasure he's experiencing by the hundredth. 

As Remus's come splashes out of him due to no longer having a unified body to contain it all, Logan's final orgasm is pulled out of him roughly, though that one final climax feels like a hundred happening simultaneously, causing him to scream so loud that his weeping voice blends together with the tearful moans. 

It's overwhelming. It's intoxicating. It's too much for him to handle. 

It's release brought on by breaking him, and Logan loves it. 

Though, slowly, the pieces begin to gravitate back towards each other. 

They begin to stretch and pull like they're no longer made of clay and are instead flesh as they begin to meld and squish together. Each messy piece sticks to each other, and slowly grows into one solid mass, until Logan himself - in his human form - is curled up, trembling from overstimulation on Remus's floor. 

And still covered head-to-toe in Remus's come. And his own. 

"God damn," Remus murmurs, as Logan's eyes squeeze tightly shut. His voice comes from him only in the form of quaking, breathy gasps that he's unable to control. His knees are raised high to his chest, and his entire body burns with heat that Logan feels incapable of lessening. 

"R-Remus..." he barely manages to stutter out. 

Remus crouches down, but even the gentle hand he sets on Logan's side has Logan thrashing, flinching wildly away and crying out in the process. Remus's fingers burn against his flesh as though he's touch starved, and he can't handle anymore pleasure right now! 

"Hey," Remus immediately scolds, though it's clear he's trying to soothe Logan, "I can't help you if you're flopping away from me like a dying fish." 

"Too- too m-much," Logan sobs, which has Remus licking his lips but rolling his eyes. 

"You're too much," Remus scoffs in response. "And I can't help you back to your bed if you won't let me touch you. Unless this is your subtle way of implying you want to rest in mine?" 

A whimper escapes Logan's throat at the thought. 

And though his vision begs to spot, clearly bleary and struggling to stay awake, Logan eventually whines in relentment. 

When Remus bends down a second time he's holding a thin blanket in his hands. And though Logan still cries when the soft, somewhat sticky furs press against his skin, he at least doesn't try and writhe away. He still wiggles a bit involuntarily as his exhausted body tries to fight away from the overwhelming sensations, but despite Remus's size he's strong enough to keep a steady hold on him. 

Then Remus is pushing his door open slightly, and peeking his head out of his room. 

Even though he doesn't mind walking around completely naked - a fact further emphasized by the fact he was seconds away from doing just that - there'd be a lot of explaining to do if one of the others saw him carrying a bright red, tearful, overstimulated Logan who's practically drenched in a mixture of sweat and Remus's come. 

When the coast is clear, Remus quickly sprints across the hall, jostling Logan and making him dizzy before pushing his way into Logan's room. 

Logan's thrown onto his bed so fast he yelps, but quickly sinks into the cold comforter. Compared to his burning hot body, his own sheets felt like he was laying atop a bed of ice. 

Remus pulls the blanket from him, and whistles out "you look hot as fuck, by the way. Disheveled and crying; it's a good look for you!" 

Logan whines, curling back into a ball as Remus leans over the edge of his mattress. With the blanket he wipes as much of his mess off of Logan's face as possible, though he leaves the rest of Logan's body messy, assuming rolling around in his blankets will help get rid of the rest. 

And though Logan's seconds away from passing out, he manages to choke out "water?" which has Remus nodding. 

"I'll get you some." 

In the time it takes Remus to fill a glass and get back to Logan's room, Logan's managed to steady his breathing a bit and Remus has pulled on a skimpy pair of underwear. Logan's arms shake as he pushes himself upright enough to drink water - which Remus has to hold and tilt for him, resulting in a mouthful splashing across Logan's chest and comforter on accident - but he collapses shortly after. 

His body aches and throbs in ways he didn't know it could before, and his cock especially feels unnaturally sensitive whenever it brushes against anything. 

Remus sets the half-full glass on Logan's nightstand, as well as Logan's glasses which he was thoughtful enough to snag from his own room. 

"Do you need me to stay with you?" he suddenly asks, his loud voice making Logan flinch, though that goes unnoticed by Remus. "Just in case you have a heart attack from over-exertion, or something. Or even if you just want someone next to you while you sleep." 

But Logan whines, and shakes his head. "Too much," he reiterates, which has Remus chuckling. 

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of your hot ass body." Already his fingers twitch like they're itching to impulsively shoot forward and grope Logan. "Will you be fine alone?" 

Unsure of how to answer, Logan just rubs himself deeper into his blankets, which Remus snickers at. 

"Okay, okay. I get the hint. If you need anything, don't be afraid to shout down the hall. Someone will probably hear you." 

He raises his hand like he's going to touch Logan, but thankfully catches himself when Logan rolls away, and slips out of Logan's room less than quietly. The door's slammed shut, but silence fills the space afterwards, which provides enough serenity for Logan to shut his eyes and pass out. 

He sleeps heavily for the next few hours, and straight through dinner. Luckily, he also manages to sleep through them knocking on his door to wake them, though when Remus shakes him awake in the middle of the night "to make sure he didn't die from sex" (as he put it) Logan does fortunately wake and feel better. Of course, he goes back to sleep after this, but at least he knows he'll be fine. 

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A few days pass where Virgil simply stays in his terrarium. It's not really boring per se. Roman and Janus had ensured that his terrarium had all sorts of things to keep him occupied whilst they weren't around. They kept him provided with food, bringing him big full plates of veggies and fruit like his first breakfast every morning and the occasional cooked meats once they finally figured out how to actually cook them (the first attempt had come out painfully charred, and the second was incredibly underdone, Virgil couldn't eat either).

But, a few days into his mostly-solitude (occasionally interrupted by one or both of the hybrids for various reasons, not just… fun) and entertaining himself with books and sketches, Virgil decides it's about time he leaves his terrarium and actually works out where the hell he is.

Until now, he hadn't left his terrarium in the slightest, not even stepping a foot outside.

Janus and Roman were both out today, Virgil hasn't seen either of them since breakfast, which meant he should have free reign to explore their house without worrying about one of them catching him.

They had never said he couldn't leave the terrarium, but they also never explicitly said he could, either. It left Virgil incredibly anxious about what would happen if he did leave, and that had been enough to keep him inside for the first few days, but now boredom has overcome that anxiety.

Unfortunately, boredom alone isn't enough to get Virgil out of this little enclosure. He is, as far as he can tell, trapped in here unless Janus or Roman were to lift him out. So for the last half hour Virgil has been pacing at the glass, trying to figure out a way to get out on his own.

It's not like he's trying to escape. Virgil is… past that, he's pretty sure. This place is comfortable and they feed him and occasionally they make him feel… well, a lot of things. Virgil doesn't need to escape, he just wants to explore. He wants to look around, get some kind of sense of his surroundings. He knows he's in some kind of living room, on some kind of table, but otherwise…

He wants to know what the rest of their home looks like. He wants to know about the place they live in. If this is supposed to be his home from now on, Virgil wants an idea of what it's actually going to be like to live here - at least, he really hopes he won't just remain stuck in the terrarium forever.

A long while passes with Virgil simply contemplating. Maybe he could get out by making a makeshift ladder - stacking up some of the things they had given him. But that would require him making a complete mess of the only place he has to live, and it would look far more like an escape attempt too.

He wonders then when Janus or Roman would come back. They'd mentioned 'working' this morning, though Virgil knew neither what they did or what for, considering nothing had cost them any money back in the pet store, they couldn't be working for that.

But Virgil did know that 'working' generally meant they were liable to be out all day.

Maybe he should try and take a nap or something, if only to pass the time. He could ask one of them to show him around tomorrow, if it really came down to it.

Luckily for Virgil, though, he hears a slither - Janus' tail. He'd come to recognise the sound - and the sound of something being placed down on the ground before Janus enters the den. Immediately the snake hybrid looks over at Virgil's terrarium, eyes widening seeing him sitting up against the glass instead of hiding somewhere like he usually was. Virgil’d given up on pacing only five minutes earlier.

"Hello little one," Janus coos, slithering closer to the terrarium. Virgil doesn’t stand, but he does turn to face Janus properly.

"Hey," Virgil replies.

"I came in to see if you'd like some lunch," Janus says, "But is something bothering you?"

Virgil will probably never get over just how perceptive the hybrids seem to be. Virgil has no idea how Janus knows something is wrong with him, but apparently he just does.

"Lunch would be nice," Virgil says slowly, suddenly embarrassed by his boredom, "I... wanted to leave this terrarium, and um, look around a little? I was bored - I'm sorry if that's not allowed-"

"No no, sweet thing," Janus hums, a thoughtful expression on his face, "We didn't think about you wanting to get out on your own, Roman wished to prioritise your safety."

Virgil nods - he supposes that makes sense. The drop from the table is rather large for someone as small as him, and if they didn't know where Virgil was they could end up hurting him by accident with how big they are, he'd heard Roman panicking about it once already. He definitely doesn't need it to actually happen.

Still, he wilts a little. If they don't want him to leave because he might get hurt, then he would probably never get to leave at all. Even if the hybrids weren't bloodthirsty monsters like he had first thought, Virgil’s still in danger here purely because of his size.

Janus seems to notice his turmoil and clears his throat to get Virgil's attention again.

"However," Janus says, a small smirk on his face once Virgil's eyes were back on him, "Until we get something figured out, you are always welcome to come out with one of us. We are capable of carrying you, and of course showing you around, if you'd like?"

Virgil can't help the way he leaps to his feet in excitement before even thinking about it, making Janus chuckle at his enthusiasm. Virgil feels his face flush in embarrassment as Janus lowers his hand into the terrarium. Virgil expects to be forcefully grabbed again, but instead, Janus lays his hand flat, allowing Virgil to climb on of his own free will. After glancing briefly up at Janus' face, Virgil carefully picks his way onto Janus' hand, sinking to sit on his knees once he was safely in Janus' palm so that he wouldn't fall when Janus lifted it.

"What are you interested in seeing?" Janus asks as he brings his hand back up to his chest. From this angle Virgil could see a lot more of the room. There was, of course, the large sofa he could see from the terrarium. It was made out of an assortment of furs, and piled high with blankets and pillows. An armchair sits nearby of a similar design, and in the middle is a low table on which sat a vase full of colourful flowers and covered in various other knickknacks - as well as Virgil’s terrarium itself, which would give him a good view if he wasn’t so small he couldn’t see past the sofa and armchair at all from that height. . A door leads to what Virgil could clearly see from this distance is a kitchen, and another door Virgil couldn't see from his terrarium is closed. 

There are only a few seconds for Virgil to take it in though, before he realises he still has to answer the question he was asked.

Virgil thinks for a moment, "Well - your house, I guess - um, I was more interested in what you do for work, though. I thought you and Roman were out for the day."

Janus chuckles and Virgil feels it in his hand, even though Janus clearly tries to keep it still for Virgil.

"I'll show you, we can get something to eat at the same time."

Janus begins to slither back the way he had originally come in while Virgil continues to peer around to see what he can spot, there really isn't much in their entryway. There are some cloaks hanging on hooks, one of them is a nice red and has slits cut into it - presumably for Roman's wings - and some heavy boots that obviously belong to Roman. Janus stops momentarily to stoop and grab a far too big watering can that must've been what he had left at the door earlier, before crossing the threshold into the sun.

It’s been far too long since Virgil’s actually seen the sun. Evidenced by the way his eyes feel like they're burning as the sun hits his face. He brings his hand up to shade them and looks down at Janus' hand until his eyes adjust to the brightness. Momentarily, he thinks about the fact that he should probably tell Roman and Janus that he really needs sunlight to stay healthy, even if it’s not something he particularly enjoys either. 

Once his eyes adjust, Virgil looks up and takes in the space Janus has carried him to. It's a large garden. Beyond the little stone patio, the front of the garden is full of giant planter beds filled with plants Virgil couldn't hope to name, and the back seems to be dedicated to some kind of orchard, with trees bearing various different fruits. Some of them Virgil recognises, apples and oranges and plums, but others are completely unfamiliar to him. Some of them were regular things, bigger versions of things that would've been grown in the gardens back at his home, but others...

"Interested?" Janus hums from above him, and Virgil jolts - he’s already forgotten he’s on Janus' hand in his wonder at the garden.

"It's- nice," Virgil says, turning to look back up at the naga, who gives him a charming smile. 

"Why thank you," Janus says, starting to move again, "This is my work, I grow some of the finest things in our village, and often use the produce to trade in various forms - such as the jams we traded for you."

Virgil blinks around at the berry bushes they'd stopped in front of. They looked like blackberries. Janus plucks a rather large one from the leaves, careful not to squash it, before rinsing it by dipping it into water in the watering can and placing it onto his other hand in front of Virgil.

"There you go, try one." 

The berry is as big as his head, if not bigger, but by this point Virgil was used to eating things far bigger than him. The single berry will be no problem. So he shuffles forward and takes as big a bite as he can of the juicy fruit. As he feels the flavour fill his mouth he hums in appreciation. It’s good. Between bites, Virgil can’t help but continue to ask questions, even when Janus just directs him back to the fruit.

"So- you garden," Virgil says, taking a break from eating and wiping the juice from his face. He had about half the berry left, "What does Roman do?"

"Ah - Roman hunts," Janus hums, looking a little amused as he watches Virgil on his palm, once he finishes with the berry, he’s just handed another small piece of fruit from the garden, he supposes this will be his lunch. He does hum in interest, hearing about Roman's job, "Roman is rather strong and quite large, even for a hybrid, being a dragon, so he often goes out to the forest to hunt large animals to bring back for meat, which we both eat and trade."

"Oh wow," Virgil says softly, as that means they must be pretty important for the community, if they were the ones going out and gathering and growing food to trade, "What are those?"

He points down at one of the beds with plants Virgil doesn’t recognise. They’re large bushes with vibrant green leaves and soft pink flowers. Some of the flowers seem to have been replaced with small, similarly vibrant pink fruits that are almost heart shaped. Virgil thinks they resemble an oddly mutated mango, but it also has darker pink speckles that make Virgil think of strawberries. He really has no idea what they might be. 

"Ah! These are some of my favourites," Janus hums, walking towards the bushes Virgil had pointed at and lowering his hand so that Virgil could see them closely, "They're a rarer strain of Aphrodite's berry I got from a breeder a long time ago, they're rather hard to grow but wonderfully delicious - would you like some?"

"You're really just gonna give me some of your super rare fancy fruit?" Virgil asked, tone deadpan and full of disbelief. He can't imagine the hybrids wanting him to have something that was apparently so special, but Janus is already plucking the fruit from the plant with a gentle twist and pull.

"Taking one berry won't harm the plant," Janus reassures him, "And there's plenty more for Roman and I to indulge in still, why shouldn't I give you one?"

Virgil rolls his eyes, but he doesn't get the chance to argue back as Janus splits the fruit in half to reveal a pale pink centre and an even circle of pips that captures his attention. Once more, Janus breaks off a small chunk that's more befitting of his size and places it down in front of Virgil.

Virgil’s still hesitant to take it, but the fruit does look delicious even if it's unfamiliar. So far nothing the hybrids had given him had been harmful even if it was unfamiliar. Janus seems to be willing to give him time to consider, and when he doesn't find himself feeling pressured to eat it, Virgil realises he feels safer to reach forwards and take the fruit.

The fruit was incredibly juicy, the pink liquid already staining Janus' palm before Virgil even picks it up. When he does, the juice that drips down his fingers makes his hands tingle in a way that makes his face scrunch up. It isn't exactly an unpleasant feeling, but it is unwelcome and a little confusing. 

Still, Virgil brushes it off as nothing, because it's not an unpleasant or overwhelming feeling, and takes a bite of the fruit. 

Immediately that tingling spreads across his tongue and when he swallows he feels the warmth spread through his chest and down his limbs. Virgil finds he can only manage one more bite before he needs to put the fruit down. Most embarrassingly, when he moves he discovers that he had for some reason grown hard, and that every shift of his clothing was making it harder and harder to contain a moan.

"What the fuck-" Virgil says, shifting to try and make himself more comfortable and only making the feelings of arousal worse, "What did you do to me?"

"What's wrong, darling?" Janus says, a frown replacing the soft smile he'd had on his face whilst watching Virgil just moments ago, "Is it hurting you?"

"Hurting- wh- no- it-" Virgil bites back a sound as he presses his thighs together and struggles to get his words out coherently with the mixture of adrenaline and arousal coursing through him right now, "It's-"

"Oh..." Janus seems to realise what's happening only a moment later as his eyes widen, "Oh sweetheart... I didn't quite realise it would affect you so strongly - for Roman and I, it barely does a thing unless we eat a whole handful-"

Virgil is, honestly, a little taken aback by how genuine Janus sounds. Part of him had thought that this might be some awful plan, but it seems Janus really hadn't been aware of just how much the fruit would affect him. He doesn't relax, not really, but some of the fear does ebb.

"What is it?" Virgil hisses through his teeth. He only realised Janus had started moving back towards the den when a gentle jolt to Janus' hand makes him let out an involuntary whimper.

"It's an aphrodisiac," Janus explains, "A very weak one, to hybrids, but clearly far more effective on humans than I realised."

"And you didn't think to tell me that?" Virgil asks, wanting to cross his arms but currently a little preoccupied with hiding the tent in his pants. It hadn't quite occurred to him that Janus was well aware of how Virgil was feeling right now.

"I'm inexperienced with humans!" Janus protested, "I didn't think it would effect you any differently than it would me or Roman-"

"Even though I'm tiny compared to you two?" Virgil asks, glaring up at him, "Obviously it's gonna affect me more, it's as big as me."

"...Admittedly, it was a lapse in judgement, I do apologise, my pet," Janus says. Virgil realises when he goes quiet that they were once more standing beside his terrarium. 

With everything going on, Virgil hardly hears what Janus says. Still a little preoccupied trying almost desperately to find a position that actually feels comfortable to sit in whilst his skin feels almost as though it's burning in the best possible way. Janus seems content to watch him struggle until Virgil turns over and shifts his hips in a way that has his clothed, hard cock dragging against Janus' palm. He lets out a moan before he can slap his hand over his mouth and tries desperately to resist the urge to do it again. 

Luckily he doesn't have to resist for long, because seconds later he's plucked from Janus hand with two fingers carefully placed not to arouse him further. Janus looks a little more serious than usual when Virgil looks up at his face, even if he has to quickly turn away from embarrassment.

"If you want me to, I'm more than happy to help you," Janus says, making Virgil's face heat dramatically at the implications, "But I won't intrude if you don't want me there - I'll just set you back down in your nest and leave you be if you'd rather deal with this alone?"

Virgil feels a strange sense of warmth in his chest at the way Janus gives him such a clear choice. And Virgil is shocked to find that he believes the hybrid - that he would go if Virgil asked him to. Janus' tone isn't even sweet and lightly teasing like it had been before when he'd wanted Virgil to agree to something.

Right now though, he finds he doesn't want Janus to leave him alone. He can hardly say that though, he can hardly even look up at the hybrid with the embarrassment making his face hot. 

"You may as well," Virgil mutters, turning away as much as he can whilst still being held in the air, "This is your mess anyway- might as well help me clean it up."

"Awee," Janus coos, already moving to gently lower him onto the big nest in the terrarium, "I'll gladly help you in that case, my sweet, just give me a moment..." 

Once he’s placed down, he’s quickly followed by a shrinking Janus. 

Virgil wonders if it’ll ever get any less weird to watch them shrink. But he doesn't get much time to think about that once Janus' tail wraps around him, scales sliding against Virgil's already way too sensitive skin and making him moan softly as he relaxes into the hold. Janus brings him closer, running the tip of his finger along Virgil's jaw and making him shiver and squirm. In doing so he only ends up pressing his still clothed but painfully hard cock up against the cold, smooth scales, making him let out an upset whine at the fact that nothing was being done about his current state. 

"Cute," Janus says, laughing mockingly at him, "You're already so needy, it's adorable."

Virgil just glares at him, "And you're not doing anything about it."

"Oh how horrible of me," Janus practically purrs, shrinking just a little more until he was just about equal to Virgil before lowering him back onto the nest. Janus hovers over him for a moment, considering what he could do to Virgil, most likely, before swooping downwards, his tail sliding between Virgil's legs as he presses their chests together. Virgil gasps softly as he feels Janus move over him. His jacket is swiftly removed, and is just set aside to make more of the nest as Janus runs his hands up Virgil's arms - teasing. The touch creates electric, hot tingling and Virgil has to bite his lip to stop himself from making a sound that would be absolutely mortifying if it got out. 

"Would you like to know what real aphrodisiac feels like, my pet?" Janus asks, propping himself up on an elbow to look into Virgil's eyes as his other hand almost casually explores under Virgil's shirt, taking his time even though Virgil is certain Janus knows the state he’s currently in. 

Virgil's breath hitches, he already feels hot and flustered from the fruit, but even though Janus' slow touches are keeping that tingly feeling trailing after his fingers, Virgil can already feel the effects starting to dull. He doesn’t want to lose this though, it feels good now that Janus is touching him - and if this alone feels good, then the supposedly better version must be practically heavenly. Virgil wants it.

"Yes," Virgil says, breathing out heavily as he says it, did Janus have to shift his tail the moment Virgil tried to speak? "...Please?"

"Begging already?" Janus teases, but he presses a kiss to Virgil's lips that feels like a drop of fresh water in a desert, and Virgil is already making soft, needy sounds as Janus trails his lips down Virgil's neck, "I'll have to bite you, are you okay with that?"

"Mmh-" Virgil mumbles, having been lulled into a light daze just by the kisses, Janus chuckles and gently nips at his neck, not the bite he had promised, but enough of a sensation to cut through Virgil's mind for a second.

"I want your consent, darling," Janus says, curling his fingers in Virgil's hair, "For me to bite you, give you my venom - just a stronger aphrodisiac, my sweet thing, it won't hurt you, and then... well I would love nothing more than to ravage you, pet, would you like that?"

Virgil is nodding enthusiastically before he even thinks about it. He thinks that normally he'd have said something witty or snarky here, but right now he couldn't come up with a thing more than wanting Janus to do anything he wanted with him. He wants to feel good, he wants Janus to take him, he wants the floaty, hazy, tingly feeling he'd gotten momentarily from the fruit. And he can't argue, not even playfully, right now. 

"Eager," Janus hums, pressing more kisses to Virgil's neck, "Roman's going to be so jealous I got you first."

He says it like it’s a triumph, right before sinking his fangs into Virgil's neck. 

Crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, Virgil presses up into Janus' body. He feels heat spread through his body from the spot Janus bit - and is now carefully licking over to clear the wound. Virgil moans as the pleasant heat courses through him, that same tingly-hot feeling as before, just more in a way he can't hope to describe. He's just so hot - every touch feels like fire in the best possible way, and his cock is practically throbbing with need now. Janus seems to finally take pity on him, at least that's what Virgil thinks as Janus allows him to grind his hips up into Janus' tail. 

More kisses are littered to Virgil's neck and collarbone as Janus pulls his shirt to the side, and eventually gives up and pulls him up to remove the shirt entirely. 

Virgil's pants follow, and soon enough he's completely naked under Janus and practically quivering with desperate need. 

"Aren't you so pretty, doll," Janus purrs, his lips returning to meet Virgil's. His tongue immediately presses into Virgil's mouth which earns a moan for his efforts. Janus' mouth tasted like fruit from the garden, the plum and the blackberries and everything else they had tried together. Virgil tries his best to savour the taste before Janus is pulling away again. Janus breaths out a moan above him and Virgil in his haze looks around to figure out what exactly is giving him pleasure. 

Following Janus' hand downwards with his eyes, Virgil realises that Janus is fingering a slit Virgil hadn't noticed before on the front of his tail. Virgil can’t help but watch, fascinated, as two equally sizeable cocks emerge until Janus is stroking them instead. Only then does he realise Virgil has been watching.

"Like what you see?" Janus teases, a smirk on his face that makes Virgil shudder.

"Yeah," Virgil breaths, before belatedly thinking about just how pathetic that probably sounds, "Only 'cause you stopped paying attention to me."

Okay, so Virgil can't be trusted to say anything that doesn't sound pathetic right now, even when he's trying to be snarky. 

"Oh darling," Janus purrs, running his hand down Virgil's chest, "Was I neglecting you, sweetie? Well you have all my attention now, don't worry, I'll make you feel so wonderfully good."

And suddenly his legs are being lifted to wrap around Janus' tail and fingers are being pressed into Virgil's mouth. Virgil sucks on them without question, licking the remnants of berry juice from before off of Janus' fingers. He feels the tingling on his tongue and just knows Janus is smirking right now.

Far too quickly, though, the fingers are pulled away. Virgil whines pathetically at the loss and Janus just coos at him, before a finger circles his rim in a way that could only be teasing, making Virgil whine again until Janus finally obliged his unspoken but still very clear requests and pressed the finger into him. 

Virgil tips his head back and moans as Janus laughs at him, and Virgil finds he doesn't even care that it's just a little condescending in nature as the finger - and then two - pumps inside of him, stretching him out and making him shiver with pleasure as more and more were added. 

"Please-" Virgil moans, gasping, "I- fuck-"

"What is it, darling?" Janus purrs, his voice smooth and soft and completely unbothered, "Use your words, I know you can..."

Virgil doesn't think he can use his words actually, every time he tries Janus moves his fingers in a way that shoots pleasure up Virgil's spine and makes him cry out instead of the words he had planned to say. 

"Fuck- Janus- I- I'm gonna-" Virgil warns, embarrassed that he was already about to climax, but when Janus shifts to rub their cocks together whilst continuing to finger him, Virgil can't hold back any longer, he comes across their stomachs with a gasp and drawn out moan and Janus chuckles, shifting to stroke Virgil's cock with his other hand. Virgil shivers and moans with the overstimulation for only a few moments until he hardens again almost immediately. 

"Needy little thing," Janus coos at him, and Virgil feels his face heat, even though he can't deny it. "Cumming just from a little fingering, and you're already ready for more, aren't you?"

Virgil just whines as Janus continues to stretch him out. He hadn't stopped when Virgil came, in fact he'd only added another finger whilst Virgil was distracted. Virgil clenches around them, and when Janus begins scissoring his fingers to stretch Virgil out he starts to squirm, already whining and pleading with Janus to hurry up.

"I know, darling, but I'm bigger than you and I can't hurt my darling pet now can I? I promise I'll make you feel wonderful," Janus reassures, talking to Virgil as though he was too stupid to understand. Embarrassingly, Virgil finds it actually just makes his stomach swoop with heat. Janus keeps talking whilst using his other hand to touch Virgil, running his fingers up his side and across his ribs. and making Virgil squirm even more.

"Please-" Virgil whines, pawing at Janus' chest weakly in an attempt to get Janus to just hurry up. Janus laughs, finally pulling his fingers away - though not without a whine of protest despite the fact that Virgil had been practically begging for Janus to hurry just a minute ago. 

"If you insist, darling," Janus says, leaning down to press a hot, easily intimate kiss to Virgil's lips as he used the mixture of his pre and Virgil's cum that was already spurted across their stomachs from Virgil's first orgasm to slick up his cocks. Virgil only hums into Janus' mouth, totally distracted by the way Janus' tongue was hot and wet and making Virgil's brain melt into incoherent thoughts. He is almost too distracted to notice when one of Janus' cocks is guided to his hole, pressing up against his rim. Virgil makes a soft, surprised noise when he registers it and pulls away just long enough to whine at the fact that Janus is still teasing him.

"Janus-" Virgil says, every touch feeling like fire as Janus just barely teases at his entrance. Janus is clearly amused by his begging if the smirk on his face when he pulls away to look at him is anything to go by.

"Are you ready, my pet?" Janus asks as though he doesn't already know the answer from Virgil's needy whining, the way he's been practically begging this entire time. 

"I-I've been ready," Virgil says, trying to sound a little petulant, but it really just comes off as even more needy, "Just hurry up already-"

"Oh I know, I know darling," Janus says, running his fingers up Virgil's chest, tracing his skin with his nails and making Virgil shiver with heat at the feeling. It was only when Virgil was distracted once more by that sensation that Janus finally pushed into him. He's only using one of his cocks for now, Janus doesn’t want to hurt Virgil, especially when Janus is still a little bigger than him, Of course they could remedy that in the future, but for their first time... Virgil isn’t sure he could take more than this. Even with the way his senses were heightened enough that he so desperately wants to. Janus knows that, though, and Virgil finds he wants to let himself trust that Janus wouldn't hurt him.

"F-fuck-" Virgil moans as he finally feels Janus bury his large cock deep inside of him. A foreign, unfamiliar feeling but so incredibly welcome right now. The way it feels so incredibly hot whenever Janus so much as shifted was already exhilarating and brain-melting all at once. Virgil can’t imagine how it would feel once Janus actually decides to move.

As it turns out, he does not have to wait long as Janus quickly pulls his hips back to thrust into him now that they're in position. The pace he sets is slow and gentle at first, giving Virgil ample time to adjust to what he's feeling. He cries out in pleasure as the sensations chase each other across Virgil's skin like lighting. His cock is already aching with need again and they’ve barely even started. 

Virgil doesn't think he should be this worked up yet. He doesn't think he should have come already just from the prep. But whatever Janus had pumped into his veins with that bite was doing things to him. Making every little touch feel so, so much better. Virgil was already shaking with need and want and desperation as Janus' thrusts start to increase in speed. 

Feeling heat quickly pool in his gut as his body shudders and tingles from the sensations, Virgil cries out in a feeble attempt to warn Janus, though he hardly even slows as Virgil's head tips back in bliss with his second orgasm of the day. He's barely even allowed a moment to recover before Janus' thrusts speed up instead of slowing down. Virgil whimpers and squirms with heat. The overstimulation of all of these sensations combined claws at his skin in a way that feels so incredibly good whilst Janus caresses his body with both hands now. Virgil head tips back as he pants, only allowing Janus to learn forward and press kisses to Virgil's throat.

"You're doing so well, my darling," Janus says, voice low in a way that makes Virgil wonder if he's just as desperate for more of the feeling as Virgil is, "What a perfect little pet you are-"

More and more praise falls from Janus' lips as his thrusts grow sloppier. Virgil feels himself nearing a third orgasm when Janus' hand closes around his cock, already coated in cum from before. Virgil moans weakly as Janus begins to pump his fist around it in time with his thrusts, and before Virgil knows it Janus' breath stutters and Virgil feels cum fill him up as Janus continues to rock his hips into Virgil through his orgasm. Virgil’s quickly brought to a rather pathetic third orgasm by Janus' hand, and soon enough, Janus is pulling out of him and grabbing a blanket from the pile to mop them up a little.

Virgil can do nothing but stare at the ceiling far, far above him as he pants and his body shakes. Janus returns quickly from throwing away the towel and pulls him into a gentle embrace in the nest, hands gently petting Virgil's sides and hair and occasionally pressing gentle kisses to his forehead and face. 

----

Virgil is only just starting to doze off when the front door of the house crashes open, meaning Roman must be home. Janus doesn't seem worried in the slightest as he huffs and pulls Virgil closer again. If Janus isn't worried about it, then Virgil will try not to be either.

"Janus-?" Roman calls from the kitchen - probably after not finding Janus in the garden, Virgil thinks, still in a slightly dazed state, "Odd- oh Virgil! Have you by chance seen - oh!"

Roman walks towards Virgil's terrarium as he speaks, and Virgil sees his eyes go wide in surprise when he sees Janus with Virgil. Finally, Janus cracks open an eye and looks up at Roan.

"Oh, hello dear," Janus says with a small smile, pushing himself to sit up just a little, "Did you have a good day?"

 "Indeed," Roman says, still staring at them, "Very successful hunt - looks like you two had a productive day too, hm?"

"Indeed we did," Janus grins, gently pulling Virgil up and into his lap. Virgil is still sleepy, and his skin still tingles whenever Janus touches him, but it's by no means a bad feeling. Virgil most certainly doesn't mind as it makes him relax into Janus' hold, "Virgil wanted to explore, so I showed him our gardens, you enjoyed tasting all of the fruits, didn't you darling?"

"Mhmm," Virgil nods sleepily, relaxing as Janus rubs circles into his hip.

He doesn’t realise Roman’s shrunk enough to join them in the terrarium until a hand was running through his hair. When he looks up, Roman is smiling at him.

"It looks like you two had much more fun than that," Roman chuckles a little, "Don't you look pretty, all tired out?"

"M' not that tired," Virgil says, pushing himself to sit up and rubbing his eyes.

"I can't deny I'm a little jealous," Roman admits, pouting past Virgil at Janus, who was just grinning.

"Well then maybe you should've been quicker," Janus teases, before wrinkling his nose, "Love, as much as I adore you, you didn't shower before coming in here and you're going to get blood all over poor Virgil's blankets."

Roman flushes in embarrassment, looking down at himself. Virgil can see the blood, and he knows it’s likely from Roman's job. They'd talked about how Roman hunted meat already, it was likely the blood of whatever animal he'd hunted today. Now that Virgil is aware of it, though, he too is frowning .

Roman goes to speak, but Janus cuts him off.

"You must wash up - but I know that the bath we gave to our dear pet is lovely, if you wanted to spend some time with him too I'd be more than happy to set it up for you both, Virgil needs it after our...activities... anyway."

It doesn't take much consideration for Roman to be nodding in agreement to the suggestion. Virgil finds himself interested too, though he’s nervous at the thought of spending more time so intimately with Roman.

"That sounds nice," Virgil says halfheartedly. It’ll be nice to be clean at least. 

"That sounds like a lovely idea," Roman agrees with far more enthusiasm, "But… are you sure the little bath is big enough for us both?" 

Roman was still a fair way bigger than Virgil, even though he's already shrunk down from his normal size. Virgil wonders if he'll ever become as small as Virgil, and why exactly he hasn’t been yet. Still, the bath they had provided Virgil with was fairly big. Enough so for two humans to use it comfortably - designed for this exact purpose, he's certain. But Roman is currently not the size of a human, and Virgil is slightly worried he will take up the whole bath if he refuses to shrink any further. 

Janus just squeezes Virgil's hip gently and shifts him from his lap to sit on the soft bed of pillows and blankets, "We'll be back in only a moment, alright darling? Try not to fall asleep whilst we're gone." 

The teasing is unnecessary, and Virgil pouts at Janus to show it, but still he stays sitting up and doesn't allow himself to lie down or think about dozing off. Instead he thinks about Roman, he’s interested to see how exactly this bath will work, that was for certain.

By the time Janus and Roman return - Janus with a full tub of water and Roman with significantly less clothing - Virgil’s actually feeling a lot more awake than he had been. Thinking about the bath and what that might entail for him has gotten him excited and equally nervous, and Roman seems to be the same way, with a small grin on his face and his wings splayed as Janus carefully places the bath back inside of Virgil's wash tent. 

Another few seconds later and Roman is back to the smallest that Virgil has ever seen him - which still isn't all that small in comparison to Virgil, but still a little smaller than he’s been before. 

Virgil is easily scooped up into Roman's arms, which only has him feeling so very small against Roman's chest. It... isn't necessarily a bad feeling, though. Virgil finds himself melting easily into Roman's hold as he's carried off to the wash tent. Roman sets him down carefully on a little stool before stepping back to strip the last of his clothing.

"You're very pretty," Slips out of Virgil's mouth before he can stop it. Maybe the aphrodisiac really hasn’t worn off as much as he thought...Roman speaks before he can take it back, though.

"Why thank you, darling! As are you!" Roman grins, "You look simply gorgeous, especially in such a state - I hope you and Janus had fun..."

Virgil finds himself embarrassed at the idea of telling Roman about what he had done with Janus. Somehow it felt weird to talk about their exploits, even when he is currently preparing to bathe with the dragon hybrid. Virgil knew it didn't particularly make sense.

"We did," Virgil nods anyway, "He- he likes to tease."

"Oh he most certainly does," Roman chuckles, "You definitely haven't seen the worst of it yet, that's for certain - hm, are you ready? the water should be cool enough for you."

Virgil stands and walks over, trying to hide how being covered in dried and drying cum was really not the most comfortable.

"Don't worry," Roman says, stepping into the bath himself before offering Virgil a hand. Virgil takes it with hardly a question, and sure enough he's being gently helped to step over the edge of the tub. He waits for Roman's cue to sit, though when it comes his suspicions are confirmed. Water spills over the sides of the tub as Roman sits down, and he doesn't leave all that much space for Virgil to sit down opposite him. 

Roman seems to realise this only a second after Virgil and reaches out for him, pulling Virgil down carefully to sit on Roman's lap, back pressing against the dragon hybrid's chest. 

"There we go," Roman practically purrs, running his hands up Virgil's arms in a gentle caress that has him shuddering, "It's a good thing Janus filled the tub to the brim, hm?"

"I- yeah, yeah it was," Virgil nods as Roman reaches for a washcloth, dipping it into the water.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we, pet?"

"What about you?" Virgil asks, tilting his head back to look up at Roman, who chuckles softly. 

"Right, of course, would you like to help me?" Roman asks with a small smile, "It's really just my hair I might have trouble with..."

Virgil can see what Roman's trying to get him to do, and he’s having none of it. Drowsy or not he wasn’t about to help the hybrid with anything, even though he’d asked in the first place.

“Do it yourself,” Virgil says, squinting at Roman, who doesn’t get angry at the denial like Virgil had almost expected. He simply laughs and shakes his head. 

“I thought as much, but there’s no harm in asking, just give me a moment, alright?”

“Fine,” Virgil said, trying not to let his glare slip into a pout as he waits for Roman to sort out his own hair, massaging Virgil’s shampoo into his scalp and humming happily as he works the knots out with his fingers and then finally washes everything out. It looks relaxing, and Virgil finds himself a little mesmerised by the movement. He’s already out of it, that was for certain. 

“All done darling,” Roman says, snapping Virgil out of the near trance he’d been in, he had a huge smile on his face, “I’m going to clean you up now, alright?”

"Okay-" Virgil says, shifting to wake himself up a little. As comfortable as the warm water was, he wasn’t falling asleep here. 

With a clean washcloth retrieved from the small stack on a stool next to the tub, Roman begins to use it to gently caress Virgil's skin. Virgil shivers as Roman's hand - far bigger than the cloth - gently caresses his stomach to clean off all of the residue of his and Janus' fun. The soft material gliding over his skin made him hum happily, and Roman let out a pleased sound in return.

"This might be a little uncomfortable," Roman tells him gently, hand coming up to run through his hair and tilting Virgil's face up to look at him, "but I have to clean off the rest of the cum, okay?"

Virgil doesn’t say anything, just purses his lips and nods.

Roman nods back and shifts Virgil in order to cradle him to his chest, nuzzling his hair as he lowers the cloth into the water to clean up the cum around Virgil's ass and cock. Virgil is almost in awe at just how gentle Roman was with him, for someone so big he's capable of being shockingly soft. 

Virgil barely even notices when Roman finishes and sets the cloth aside. The gentle touches are luring him into a relaxed state and only Roman chuckling had Virgil refocusing enough to realise that Roman was smiling softly at him.

"Goodness you are just so adorable," Roman says, gently running his large hand up and down Virgil's side. Pulling him closer with every gentle caress to his skin, Roman presses gentle kisses to his hair and face as he continues to run his hand over Virgil's body, in doing so gently splashing the soap across him too. 

"'m not," Virgil mumbles. Leaning in as Roman started to gently massage shampoo into his scalp. Virgil can't purr like Roman can, and he’s glad, because if he could he would absolutely be doing it right now. 

"So you say, despite being an adorable little puddle of a human in my arms," Roman teases, smiling at him as he rinses out Virgil's hair.

Once more, he's scooped into the dragon hybrid's arms and lifted from the water. This time he's wrapped up in a soft towel, Roman shifting him in his arms expertly in order to get him tucked in and dry before grabbing a towel for himself as well. Virgil squirms a little when the sudden movement startles him, but Roman just squeezes him gently and begins to make his way out of the tent.

When they leave the wash tent, Janus is waiting for them in the central nest, handing Roman a set of pajamas and Virgil his old clothes and shamelessly watching the both of them whilst they change into them, before scooping them up with his tail. 

Virgil is set gently down in the centre of the big nest. Roman’s nudged to lie down with him, immediately wrapping his much larger body around Virgil and draping a large wing over both him and Janus, who came to lie down on Virgil's other side, squashing him in between the two of them. Janus' long tail slipped around them, settling over his stomach and Roman's hips only to curl around them both and loop back around underneath their legs. Janus shifts Virgil so that he can nuzzle into Virgil’s newly cleaned hair. 

With nowhere else to put them, his hands land on Janus' tail, Virgil gently runs his fingers over the smooth scales, feeling Janus' body shiver underneath him. Janus only let out a soft hum. 

As Virgil runs his fingers over the scales, though, he notices a few patches were a little duller than the others, slightly darker in colour and without the soft shine the rest of his scales had. They make him frown.

"What... why are these scales darker," Virgil asks quietly. running his hand over a patch. Janus' tail shifts to move the patch away from him, and Virgil doesn't reach for them again. 

"What?" Janus hums, tone teasing though it lacks its usual playfulness, "Haven't seen someone with discolouration before?"

"Well- I haven't exactly been around many hybrids," Virgil points out, Janus chuckles, though it doesn't sound as though his whole heart is really in it.

"Mm. I suppose not," Janus says, "Let's not worry about that now, shall we? Get some sleep darling, you've had a very busy day."

Virgil sighs softly and nods along. It didn't seem like he would be getting an answer today, and that’s fine really, it’s not exactly his place to demand an answer, Even if he did try to push about it he doubted Janus would tell him a thing.

Instead he falls silent and does his best to relax despite being sandwiched between the two hybrids who seem intent on suffocating him with affection. Janus was right, he’d had a long day, and no matter how hard he tries to keep his eyes open, he ends up drifting off to sleep anyway.

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Virgil clicks his name, and is taken to his own profile. There's a 3D scan of his body, and general information that the app has absorbed from the scan, including Virgil's height and weight. When he scrolls down, there's a dropdown menu that says "Transformation History," and when Virgil opens it there's a line that reads "Spider Plushie - 3 Minutes." 

Remus whistles. "All the objects you could have been, and you chose a stupid stuffed animal?" 

"I wanted something simple!" Virgil protests. 

Patton still looks doubtful. "I don't know... I mean, if you were transformed, how'd you change yourself back?" 

"The transformations can be reversed manually or through the use of a timer," Virgil explains. "Otherwise all transformations naturally reverse after a day. I think they were trying to make it usable in solo or dubious scenarios? Regardless, you're welcome to try it on yourself if you still don't believe me. Remus didn't pay the subscription fee for all of us for no reason." 

Roman frowns. "I'll cover next month's if this app is actually functional," he insists, setting a hand on Patton's shoulder. "But I agree that it'd be wasteful to spend money on a scam." 

Huffing, Virgil responds "it's not a scam. Here; I'll show you." 

He stands, and pulls Patton up with him despite Remus whining about how he would have graciously volunteered. "What do you want to be?" Virgil asks, already aiming his phone at Patton's body. Patton's form is scanned into his phone, and Virgil saves it with his name. 

Patton hums. "Not sure. Maybe I'll also feel what it's like to be a stuffed animal, since that's what you tested." 

He chuckles softly, clearly still a bit hesitant to believe Virgil's claims, but Virgil just waves his phone in front of Patton's face. "I need your verbal consent to transform you." 

"Well, you have my consent," Patton sweetly responds. "You always do." 

The app dings, and then Virgil gets the familiar "Proceed with transformation" pop-up that reminds him all-too-much of Logan's previous endeavors as a pro controller. 

He quickly scrolls to the item list, where luckily there's a "Recently Selected" section, allowing Virgil to hastily click the plushie option. Then, the custom design checkbox pops up again. Virgil flashes the phone screen to everyone. A bit of research had revealed to Virgil that the custom design checkbox caused transformed people to retain their individuality when morphed into objects. Disabling this feature would allow the app's user more control over what the transformed person looked like. Virgil assumes this is for unaware scenarios, where people wish to look like unsuspecting items. But for the sake of Patton's transformation, Virgil selects the custom design option. "This checkbox is just whether or not you want the item to look similar to the person you're transforming. It'll often have their favourite colours or favourite things on them. Otherwise, you can choose to adjust item size, colour, and design to your liking." 

"So what kind of plushie will it make Patton?" Janus asks, raising an eyebrow at the idea of Patton's body being compressed into a quaint little plush. 

"Ooo!" Roman gasps, "perhaps a dog of some kind! Patton does love dogs..." 

"So basic," Remus scoffs, "I bet it'll just be some sort of stupid doll. You know, like those weird humanoid plush toys you can find on Etsy, where the hair doesn't lay flat and the heads are lopsided..." 

Patton laughs. "That'd be mighty amusing!" he insists, "but I do think it'll be something more animalistic. I do love animals..." 

As Virgil's thumb presses the final confirmation button, he mumbles "I guess we'll have to wait and see," before everyone's left stunned into silence as Patton suddenly stumbles forward, dizzy where he stands. He lands on his knees in a way that reminds Virgil way too much of Logan, and continues to shift more and more into a surprisingly large plush. 

To everyone's surprise, Patton ends up a stuffed frog instead of some sort of dog or doll. And when Virgil kneels down next to him, he's kind of surprised at just how massive Patton still is. 

He's knee height and rather round, and when Virgil wraps his arms around the plush, he finds he has to squeeze the stuffie in order to touch his hands together. He lifts Patton up, still holding him tight, and then drops him on Janus's lap. 

Remus's snickering cuts through everyone's speechless demeanors. "Are those his clothes on the floor?" 

Virgil flushes, and tugs at his collar. "Yeah. The app doesn't transform clothing; just the body." 

Janus shakes his head slightly, and rests his hands on the plush frog's back. "What about Patton's bracelets? Those seemingly went with him." 

Shrugging, Virgil brings his hands to his ears. "When I transformed, it left my earrings. Maybe it depends on the accessories, because not every accessory transforms with you, but most do." He thinks back to Logan's glasses on the floor. "Maybe they built the app in a way that anything inconvenient to have to repeatedly put back on would just morph with you? I'm not sure." 

That'd make sense. Some people have permanent bracelets sculpted onto their hands, or anklets unable to be removed. There's also the matter of wedding rings, and how much trouble an app like TF-U would be in if married couples lost these bands in the process of transforming. 

"And is Patton still... aware?" Roman wonders, running one of his hands across the frog's face. 

Virgil nods, and pulls up Patton's profile. "There's a section here that consistently tells you his current mood. Uh... but this is a sex app, so most of the moods will be... well, sexual." 

Remus yanks Patton away from Janus, and shamelessly stuffs the fat frog between his thighs, squishing the plushie's face. "What's his current mood?" 

Virgil's face is red as he reads out "embarrassed," before he clicks his phone. Immediately, the transformation is reversed, and Patton grows back into his full size. Immediately, he falls atop Remus, who is smothered beneath Patton's fat, hairy stomach. 

Patton's face is flush with a mixture of timidness and embarrassment. Though he feels Remus squirming beneath him, Patton doesn't sit up immediately, and instead turns to look at Virgil who's in the process of gathering up his clothes. "So uh," Patton croaks, his voice thick with sheepish resolve, "I suppose the app isn't a scam..." 

"Not in the slightest," Janus hums, already pulling his phone open to the app's home screen. 

"Here," Virgil says, as he pockets his phone and passes Patton his clothes. "That's the one drawback, I guess. You always reform naked." 

As Patton sits up and accepts his shirt, boxers, and shorts, Remus gasps for air. His face is red with sweat that's already begun to form on his brow from being trapped beneath Patton's hot body for just a few minutes. "That hardly sounds like a bad thing," Remus pants, as his hands shamelessly grope Patton's big thighs which are still unintentionally straddling Remus's lithe hips. "I'm certainly not complaining. It's fucking hot!" 

"That's not the only thing that's hot," Roman immediately segues, as though trying to spare Patton the humiliation of having to fend Remus away from his cock while he struggles to get his underwear back on. "Is it just me, or is our air conditioner practically nonexistent?" 

"I think it feels nice," Janus sighs, "it's not often you guys let it get toasty in here." 

"As if your room isn't the stuffiest room in the house," Virgil argues. "But I'm inclined to agree. It's fucking hot. Did somebody mess with the thermostat?" 

 Janus smirks slightly. "I haven't. But I totally should have." 

Patton squeals as he rolls away from Remus, who immediately starts whining as soon as Patton's khakis are up and buckled back around his waist. "We- uh- we could probably sit outside today! If it's this hot inside, then it's nice enough to use our pool!" His hand pushes against Remus's face, keeping Remus an arms length of way as Remus flails towards Patton's bulge, urging Patton to squeeze his eyes shut. "After being transformed I... uh... I also feel very hot." 

"I can make you feel hotter!" Remus exclaims, but he's swiftly grabbed by the back of his collar and gagged as he's tugged backwards. Janus stands behind him, holding Remus's balled up shirt tightly. 

"Show some restraint, you deviant," Janus judges him, "and go get ready to swim. Having a pool day sounds utterly refreshing." 

"As if you'll even get in," Roman mutters. "You're such a priss around water." 

"God forbid a man would rather get tan than wet." 

"You'll get just as tan swimming as you will sunbathing," Roman argues, as he steps over his brother who's pouting on the floor. 

Janus just rolls his eyes, and flicks Roman's nose. "Keep being such a sass and you'll have to put on your own sunscreen," he threatens, which has Roman promptly shutting up and scurrying out of the room, supposedly to go fetch his bathing suit. 

Patton stands, and cracks his back. "I'll take a minute to bring some snacks out," he sighs. "I think gathering up chips and ice cream will help me steady myself anyway. Being transformed is surprisingly disorienting." 

"I can imagine," Janus muses. 

Virgil smiles as he takes Patton's hand. "I'll help prep some sandwiches. Remus, do you want to go grab the cooler from the garage? That way we can keep everything outside without it all spoiling?" 

Grumbling as Janus releases him, Remus also pushes himself to his feet. "I suppose," he spits, "but if you guys take too long coming outside, I'll drag your clothed asses into the pool with or without the snacks in your hands." 

"Noted." Virgil shoves Remus to the door. "We'll make it quick." And he means it, too. They've lost far too many turkey sandwiches and Doritos because of Remus's impatience. Remus sprints out to the garage as Patton and Virgil make their way to the kitchen, though Janus stops them just a few paces short of the staircase. 

"Should I invite Logan?" he asks, which immediately has Virgil flushing and Patton lighting up with excitement.

"Absolutely!" Patton insists. "He's probably burning up in his room! A nice dip in the pool could be just what he needs!" 

"That's if he even decides to join us," Virgil sighs, before releasing Patton's hand and heading downstairs. "Let us know what he says, I guess, but I kind of already have a suspicion he won't be heading outside anytime soon." 

Patton hastily joins Virgil on the bottom floor, cooing "don't be so negative, Virgil! You never know!" before the two of them disappear into the kitchen. 

Janus doesn't get his hopes up. Frankly, he's not even asking for Logan's benefit. In fact, he holds his phone with the screen upright, with the TF-U app already preemptively open as he knocks. There's shuffling on the other side before the door opens slightly, with Logan standing in pajamas looking like he's sweltering. 

"Good morning," Logan greets him, even though it looks like Logan himself has had the exact opposite. "Did I miss breakfast?" 

"You did," Janus affirms, stepping into Logan's room despite not being invited, "but that's not why I'm here. Everyone's getting ready to go swimming. Want to join us?" 

"I just woke up." 

Janus represses a laugh. "I can see that. I'm sure splashing in a cold pool will help wake you fully." 

"Is everyone already outside?" 

"Patton and Virgil are preparing lunch, but both of the twins should be fighting over the big squirt gun by now." Janus's nails tap the back of his phone. "Nobody'll get in until I bring the sunscreen out, though. At least nobody but Remus. He doesn't care about getting burnt." 

"Hm." Logan grabs his shirt by the bottom, and shakes it slightly, urging air up and against his chest. His room was next to Janus's, on the side of the hallway with the least amount of airflow. While Janus found the heat nice, Logan absolutely did not. But he doesn't acknowledge his discomfort as he instead just wipes the sweat from beneath his glasses and says "you might want to go keep an eye on him then." 

Raising an eyebrow, Janus clarifies "does this mean you won't be joining us outside?" 

"Probably not." Logan sits on the edge of his bed, and muffles a yawn with his knuckles. "I was up late on a conference call. I should review the meeting notes today." 

"It's a weekend. Don't you have weekends off?"

Logan nods. "I do. But that doesn't mean I have free time. It's like studying for tests at school. You have to dedicate personal time to work if you want to succeed." 

Janus pulls his phone closer to his body. "Is there anything I could do to get you to reconsider? Perhaps bribe you with sweet treats or convince you with the claim that the Vitamin D will be good for your body...?" 

Surprisingly, Logan's cheeks go pink. Janus can see embarrassment creeping through him, but has no idea as to why. 

"Well, uh, technically," Logan starts, stuttering so unprofessionally that Janus briefly wonders how exhausted Logan really is. It takes him a moment to steady his voice before Logan's shaking his head. "I... I don't think so. Sorry." Though, as he tugs at his collar, he adds "but... if you get any ideas... feel free to try them out." He's a bit ashamed of himself for being reminded of Virgil's previous encounter with him - the one where he was turned into a controller out of the blue - because surely that won't become a common occurrence amongst Logan's roommates. But still, he finds himself a bit more awake than he was a few minutes ago, and a little more interested in Janus's presence than he should be.

Slowly, Janus's mouth stretches into a grin, and Logan shivers at the glee Janus exudes. "That's convenient, because I did have an idea or two on how to get you down there..." Janus says, oblivious to the way Logan's eyes flicker down towards Janus's phone, a mixture of nervousness and excitement overtaking Logan's countenance. "Stand up for me, won't you?" 

Logan does, quite fast, in fact. 

Janus's phone is pointed at Logan's body as though his picture is being taken, and his body is scanned into Janus's phone. Janus takes his time creating a cute little profile on Logan's behalf, but doesn't let Logan see it. But Logan doesn't have to see it. He's not stupid. He knows what Janus is doing, because he's been through it once before. 

"I will need your permission to try it out, of course," Janus then says. "A simple affirmation to prove you're truly okay with me getting a bit... creative."  

"Go ahead," Logan immediately states, perhaps a bit too eagerly. "I'm... uh... curious to know what methodology you believe will convince me." 

Janus can't help the sly smile he wears as his phone accepts Logan's consent without question. He then navigates over to the items menu, where there's a convenient tab listed "Summer Items." 

Janus clicks it solely to browse, debating over what item would be the most fun to turn Logan into. They're going to be outside... Some basic options hit Janus before anything else. Sunscreen, a swimsuit, a pool floatie... but Janus doesn't want anything basic. He wants something that'll be an active, all-day participant in their pool time! It'd be no fun to just have one of them using Logan or for him to be quickly discarded when they all could be around him for hours! 

Popsicle catches Janus's eye right before he scrolls down. Janus stares at it, glances up at Logan, and then taps his thumb against his screen. 

"Just a quick question," Janus begins, as he checks off "Custom Design" just as he watched Virgil do when transforming Patton. There's a question about quantity at the bottom, which makes sense considering boxes of popsicles typically come with multiple in them. "How many popsicles would you say comes in a typical box?" 

Logan thinks for a moment, before answering "six." 

"Six it is," Janus mumbles, as he sets the number to that amount. "Nice. Enough for each of us to have one. And then have one extra." 

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Logan inquires "have one of what?" to which Janus smiles openly. 

"Popsicles, of course. That you'll graciously be providing." Janus confirms the transformation, and watches with half-lidded eyes as Logan becomes shaky on his feet, and begins to shrink. "With your body, of course. Don't worry; apparently this app said any sort of damage or death of the transformed person isn't permanent, which I assume extends to digestion." 

Logan's head swells with heat and dizziness as he feels his form compact once more. But instead of being one solid item, he feels strangely split into six different items, which is disorienting on a whole other level. His consciousness is somehow in all of them at once, with him being aware of each different freezing cold body he's been turned into. And furthermore, he's only the popsicle. The plastic wrapper around him and the box around that are both extras that Logan has no idea how to explain. And with his actual transformed body being trapped beneath two layers of packaging, Logan's left both blind and helpless to Janus's ideas, and can really only internally yelp in surprise when his six bodies are suddenly jostled as the box he's in is lifted from the pile of clothes left behind on the ground. 

"Aw," Janus purrs, his voice sounding muffled to Logan, "they even gave your body a cute design. Loganberry flavored. Isn't that neat?" 

Janus holds the box up to his face, wondering if it'll be too obvious to the others what he's done. While he doesn't particularly care if they know, he's not all that interested in telling them. 

The popsicle box has no clear references to Logan other than the name, but the fact Logan himself had a name akin to that of a sweet berry was just a coincidence, and with Logan's fondness for Loganberry-flavored things, Janus could always just claim Logan bought them for himself but said he was willing to share. 

"You have a cute little logo too," Janus sighs. "This app must be expensive as hell to maintain due to the quality of their transformations. No wonder Remus was boasting about paying the subscription price." He tucks the popsicles under his arm, and makes sure to close Logan's door behind him before heading to his room. 

Changing into his bathing suit is swift and easy, and then he heads downstairs. 

He's lucky to find Virgil and Patton have already left the kitchen and headed outside. Janus can see them all along the edge of the pool through the glass double-doors, no doubt all waiting for Janus to come with the sunscreen. Janus himself snorts as he fetches it from the bathroom, before standing in the kitchen and glancing around to make sure he doesn't need anything else. Then, he steps outside.

It's just as hot by the pool as it is indoors, and Janus sighs happily as the sun settles against his skin. "I grabbed sunscreen," Janus declares, as he wiggles the bottle in front of his four lovers as though it's a treat he's teasing them with. 

Remus's eyes immediately stare at the box Janus is holding. "What's that?" he asks, teetering on the edge of the pool as though he was moments away from throwing himself into it if Janus hadn't come out when he did. 

Janus feigns oblivion. "What's what? The sunscreen? Oh come on, Remus, you know what sunscreen is-" 

"The box!" Remus interrupts, stomping his bare foot against the rough ground. "What's in the box?" 

"Oh! This!" Janus holds up the box of popsicles, jostling Logan's many bodies inside. "It's a box of popsicles. Logan said we could eat them as an apology for not joining us today." 

Inside the box, Logan feels a weird sense of humidity settle over him. The sun beats against the box, being absorbed into the cardboard and trapped within the enclosed space. Logan feels what's similar to a bead of sweat rolling around one of his popsicle forms, and itches to wipe it away, though he's left completely unable. 

"'Loganberry,'" Roman reads, before smiling sweetly. "Aw. They're his favourite flavor!" 

Patton sits up on the beach stretcher he was previously scrawled across, staring at the icy treats with wide eyes. "And... and he's willing to share with us? I mean, I know how he gets around his jam." 

"That's just because you guys can't be trusted not to use up his supply," Virgil huffs. "Logan's generosity isn't surprising." 

"Neither is his physical absence," Roman mutters, which has Virgil elbowing him in the side. When he sees Virgil's glare, he sighs out "sorry," before waving Janus towards the cooler. "I'm very grateful Logan decided to at least give us something resembling him. It's almost like he's here with us right now..." Roman clasps his hands together and closes his eyes, dramatically twisting back and forth like a maiden daydreaming about their knight in shining armor. 

 Janus steps around him to get to the cooler. Remus crouches down next to him, stopping Janus before he can just stuff the whole box into the ice.

"Take them out of the box," Remus snorts, scratching his groin around his skin-tight speedo. "They're not going to fit otherwise." 

Janus narrows his eyes. "You're just looking to grab one now." 

Remus's bottom lip juts out in a dramatic pout. "So what if I am? I'm starved, and you're taking too long to pass us the sunscreen!" 

Shoving the sunscreen bottle in Remus's hands, Janus pointedly says "there, now shoo. I know what I'm doing." 

Remus grumbles a few choice words as he throws the sunscreen towards Virgil, who immediately uncaps it and begins smearing the white lotion along his body. He uses the least amount of it due to his swim shirt and knee-length trunks covering most of his body, and then goes to pass the bottle to Roman. But Roman, being the priss he is, refuses to take it. 

"Janus promised he'd apply it for me," Roman huffs, and then directs Virgil towards Patton. 

"Princess," Virgil mutters under his breath, as he trades Patton the sunscreen for a bottle of water. He takes a sip, and then sits down at the edge of the pool, dipping his legs into the water as he waits for everyone else to be ready. Roman sticks his tongue out at Virgil's back. 

As Patton recruits Remus's eager hands in helping him lather up his own body with sunscreen (which conveniently allows him to get at least a bit of the stuff on Remus's skin, considering Remus likely would shimmy away from every other attempt to get him to take proper precautions), Janus works on opening up the box of popsicles per Remus's suggestion. 

The cooler was halfway filled with ice, and then further stocked with bottles of water and sandwiches zipped up in plastic bags. A few half-eaten bags of chips were leaning against the side of the cooler, but in the shade to prevent them from cooking. There's not a lot of space left in the cooler, but six popsicles aren't going to prevent the lid from being able to close, so it'll be fine.

"I'm dumping the popsicles onto the top, so if you guys grab drinks or anything be careful not to crush them," Janus warns, as he finally overturns the box and dumps the packaged popsicles onto the ice. 

The feeling of vertigo Logan experiences is so intense due to quite literally falling has him breathless, but it's really the cold ice pressing against his body that's overwhelming him. He knows that he himself is cold, and while he feels cold it sort of just feels normal, the same way that even though your internal body temperature is high, you don't constantly feel like you're boiling. But he does feel the ice through the plastic, and it feels intense. 

Furthermore, jagged cubes press differently against each of his six bodies, creating different poking and prodding sensations into his form. And he can't even wiggle to get more comfortable, because he can't move at all. 

Light flows through the plastic packaging, and Logan thinks he can see shadows moving atop him, but very shortly thereafter he hears the cooler lid shut loudly and he's once again left completely in darkness. 

As Patton finishes up with the sunscreen, Janus plucks it from Patton's hands and guides Roman over to a stretcher of his own, which Roman prettily lays down on. Janus pours a handful of sunscreen into his palms and rubs them together, before he moves to straddle Roman's hips and slowly begin rubbing the sun-protection lotion into Roman's body, starting with his pecs of course. 

Roman wiggles happily as Janus's fingers slide over his muscles, as Remus shouts "get a room!" seconds before throwing himself into the pool. In the process he splashes Virgil completely with water, with a few extra droplets hitting both Roman and Patton. 

Grumbling in annoyance, Virgil immediately scolds Remus when he eventually emerges from the deep, but his complaints get him forcibly dragged into the pool too, soaking him thoroughly. 

Patton takes a big drink from Virgil's water bottle before he heads to the pool and wades inside using the stairs like they should, with Roman looking on enviously. 

Janus snorts at the impatience written clearly across Roman's countenance. "Don't start pouting now," Janus teases, "you're the one that wanted me to rub sunscreen into you." 

"You're going slow," Roman whines. 

"I'm being thorough," Janus counters. "If you ended up burning, we'd never hear the end of it! And then you'd be begging me to apply aloe vera to your sensitive skin instead." Janus slides off Roman, urges him to roll onto his front, and then settles back on Roman's body as though sitting on Roman was his god-given right. "You should be thanking me for making sure you're well taken care of. Unlike Remus, who's going to look like a boiled lobster by the end of this." 

Roman grimaces. "Gross." 

"I agree. It is gross. Which is why you don't want to end up peeling." 

Janus finishes his slathering of sunscreen over Roman's body by adding some to Roman's face after Roman’s pulled to sit back upright, before Janus is kissing the tip of his nose and promptly kicking him off the beach stretcher he was on in order to take Roman's place. 

Sunscreen is lightly lathered over his own skin and scales with no help from anyone (as everyone aside from Janus had already dipped into the pool), and then Janus is stretching out happily and letting himself bask in the hot sun. 

Occasionally he's splashed with a bit of water, and at some point Remus grabs the big squirt gun and drenches Janus's chest in pool water, but with just how hot it is outside Janus dries off quickly. He rolls onto his back, then back onto his chest, and then back and forth as his body is cooked by the afternoon sky. Everyone else is just as hot, even in the cold pool. 

Roman repeatedly dips himself under the water to prevent too much sweat from building up on his face, and Virgil complains a little less whenever Remus decides to spray him just because of how relieving it is. 

"At this point, I'm half tempted to pour the cooler's ice in here," Patton huffs, sitting in the shallow end of the pool. His upper shoulders and head are all that remain out of the water, and he's repeatedly wiping his forehead to sprinkle water along his cheeks. His glasses are speckled with fresh droplets that he doesn't bother trying to rub away. 

"Don't do that," Virgil replies, even though he knows Patton didn't really mean it. Our sandwiches would rot in minutes." 

"And the water would boil in their bottles!" Roman laments, moments before Remus is jumping onto his back and dragging Roman deep into the water. They emerge and sink repeatedly, wrestling in the water and creating plenty of waves that crash over Virgil and Patton's idle figures. At some point Remus is hit in the head with his squirt gun as Roman wrangles it away, and then he gets a face full of water when he breaches the surface. 

Coughing, Remus splutters "no fair!" before messily splashing over to the edge of the pool. He lifts himself onto the ledge as his speedo slips halfway down his ass, with everyone immediately complaining about being mooned (as if whether Remus's swimsuit was on or off mattered when it came to hiding his privates). But Remus just blows a raspberry towards them as he shamelessly adjusts his swimsuit, before kneeling by the cooler. 

"Are you really going to eat already?" Patton inquires, swimming over to the edge of the pool so he can rest against it. "I only made one sandwich for each of us so we didn't spoil supper. Roman said he wanted to make that stuffed chicken tonight..." 

"It might be better to save it for another hour or so," Virgil adds. 

But instead of grabbing a cold sandwich, Remus's hand tightly curls around a popsicle instead. "Who said I wanted a sandwich?" he huffs, as he tosses his wet body onto the stretcher right next to Janus, who rolls onto his side to watch Remus tear into the popsicle's plastic covering with his teeth. "I just want something to help me cool off." 

Logan goes from feeling suffocated as Remus's hand squeezes tightly around his icy form to suddenly gasping as he's set free from the wrapper around him. It's quite a dramatic shift, as Logan's no longer blind nor muffled to the world around him. He can see Remus clearly, and hear his shrill voice as it echoes over him. 

It's once he's free that Logan realizes he's the popsicle himself, and not the stick wedged inside of him, which was a feeling he didn't even notice until Remus pinches the wood. With how hot it is, Logan begins to melt immediately, and it causes the popsicle stick to loosen inside of him, making Logan moan as it's shifted around. It's as though it's actually pushed into his hole, making him feel pleasantly satisfied and complete, the way a popsicle wouldn't be complete without its stick. 

Remus holds the popsicle up, inspecting the dark bluish-purple ice, before he turns to Janus and asks "do you think shoving this up my ass would give me frostbite?" 

Janus immediately frowns, as Logan's mind freaks as he hears the idea. "Do not shove that up your ass," Janus chastens, which would have Logan letting out a sigh of relief if he could.  

As his bottom lip juts out in a dramatic pout, Remus whines "you never let me have any fun." 

Still, he seems to listen to Janus (for once), and brings the popsicle to his mouth instead. 

The first sensation Logan experiences is Remus's hot breath as it wafts across his form. It doesn't smell particularly great, especially at Logan's current size, but he's not surprised. And thankfully the sensation feels good enough for Logan to get past the scent. 

The hot air Remus is exhaling causes Logan to feel like his entire body is sweating, and a bead of melted ice rolling down his icy body feels like sweat doing the same. 

The way Logan feels is both arousing and disorienting, as his primary focus is here in Remus's hand, moments away from entering Remus's mouth, but five other consciousnesses exist in the five other popsicles still being chilled in the cooler. And the fact he's in both places at once creates an interesting, contrasting temperature dynamic, where Logan simultaneously feels like he's melting alive (since he quite literally is), and also freezing up. 

If he focuses, he can divert most of his senses to the popsicle Remus has, and that's exactly what he's doing. 

It feels like Remus is moving so slow, but he eventually ends up shoved into Remus's mouth way faster than Logan's ready for. Half of Logan's stiff body is immediately enveloped by Remus's humid mouth, with Remus's facial hair scratching his lower half and Remus's sharp teeth puncturing his midsection. And while these things would normally be painful, they're anything but in this situation. 

As Remus's tongue slides over his body, licking over the melting ice, Logan feels like his entire actual body is being overwhelmed by Remus's tongue. The heat in Remus's mouth makes him sweat, and though Remus's teeth are biting him to hold him tight, it also just feels like Logan's being given a love-bite preluding a hickey. 

Remus sucks obscenely on the popsicle, before biting down hard, and pulling half of it away. 

Virgil cringes instinctively, and a shiver runs through his body. "I hate when you bite ice cream and stuff. It makes my teeth hurt." 

"It makes my teeth hurt, too," Remus reveals, chewing the ice with his mouth open, "that's why I do it." 

Logan's mind goes blank as he's split in two, with half of his body dripping down onto Remus's fingers and the other half being gnashed between Remus's teeth, and he immediately tries to cry and squirm as it feels like half of his body is being overstimulated. The chewing, the licking, and being swallowed all make Logan feel so good, even if Logan's worried about where he's heading next. 

Though half of him is still intact, the other half quickly ends up gulped down Remus's throat, and Logan's left dizzy as he feels his form shift from solid to liquid as he's chewed and melted into slush, and then quickly dropped from Remus's mouth into his stomach. 

The trip isn't tight or slow, but instead swift as his liquid form easily slides down Remus's neck and into the pool of acid awaiting him. 

The tingling Logan experiences is intense, as his entire body is subjected to being broken down and absorbed at a fast rate, which to him feels like insatiable buzzing he's unable to escape from. He'd cry if he could - beg to be treated a bit more gently because this is just too much, but he doesn't get a choice in the matter. And thanks to being a newfound liquid, he's digested quite easily, which feels orgasmic in his final moments before that part of him goes completely black. 

With that half of the popsicle no longer existing in a form Logan's consciousness can stick to, Logan's focus is suddenly snapped to the other half of the popsicle that's tasting the mixture of chlorine and sweat that's staining Remus's hand. 

"You're making a mess," Janus scolds, though his eyes are fixed on Remus's treat. 

Remus snorts in amusement, before grossly dragging his tongue between the crevices of his fingers, licking up the sticky mess Logan's made as he's mostly melted. Then, he bites down on the popsicle stick and uses his teeth to slide the rest of Logan's body into his mouth. 

Logan internally whines as he feels the stick pulled out of him, but the loss of pleasure he experiences there is quickly made up for by the pleasurable sensation of Remus's tongue and teeth working over him yet again. He's chewed and swallowed, and again left feeling overwhelmed and ecstatic when digestion resumes once more, but when that half of him is gone, Logan finds he can still focus on Remus. 

He feels Remus's fingers flex and rub the juice from the popsicle into the palm of his hand, and then against his pelvis as Remus scratches his happy trail. It seems like a lot of Logan had melted onto Remus's skin. 

"Damn, that popsicle was actually kind of good," Remus states, licking the excess juice from his lips. "I didn't know Logan had good taste." 

"How similar does it taste to his jam?" Roman asks, as he swims out to a pool floatie and throws himself atop it. He smooths out his wet hair before settling back on the inflatable. "Because I remember his jam being delicious." 

Remus thinks for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah. It's similar." 

"Just not the same?" Patton asks for clarification.

Rolling his eyes, Remus huffs "it's a damn popsicle. Of course it's not the same as some jelly. Eat one yourself if you want to know so bad." He then stands, tosses the popsicle stick carelessly onto the ground, and wipes both of his hands along his thighs. Logan is partially smeared against Remus's leg hair, but that doesn't end up mattering as very shortly thereafter Remus sprints towards the pool, and cannonballs in, splashing Roman in the process and nearly overturning his pool floatie. 

Logan meanwhile finds his body immediately dispersed into the chlorine, which eats at him similarly to how Remus's stomach acid did, but leaves a worse taste in his mouth. This time - as if it wasn't his purpose to be torn about by chlorine chemicals - he doesn't feel pleasurable release as he dissipates. He feels horribly edged. 

And that need to release paired with his inability to stays with him as his consciousness transfers back to one of the remaining five popsicles still in the cooler. 

No longer being melted by the sun or digested in a hot stomach, a mental shiver runs down Logan's chilled body as he's once again forced to focus on the ice poking into him through his plastic wrapper. He already misses being out of the cooler and out of his casing. 

It's almost embarrassing craving being consumed, especially because Logan doesn't actually know if he'll regenerate from this. 

Because surely having your physical matter broken down and digested would be irreversible, even for an app that's able to restructure your molecules into different items. But Janus said it should be fine, and frankly if this is how Logan dies, then fuck he'll die feeling good. 

He misses being sucked on, and has to acknowledge that a popsicle's purpose is to be consumed. It's only natural for him to want the thing he's made for to occur. 

He wonders who will take a bite out of him next. Maybe Janus? He's the one who did this, after all, and surely he must be getting hot in the sun. Or Patton; he seemed a bit too inquisitive about Logan's taste to not be the least bit curious! 

But to his surprise, he hears Virgil's voice getting steadily louder up until the unmistakable sound of the cooler opening fills his ears. 

"You made that popsicle look so good, Remus," Virgil sighs, as he grabs both a popsicle and a sandwich from the cooler, even though he'd originally agreed that waiting a bit longer before eating would be better. Excitement ripples through Logan's body as Virgil carries him with care towards a stretcher laying in the shade (and far enough away from the pool to keep him safe from the twins' splashing). "Which is odd, because typically when you eat I'm unable to stomach anything for the next hour." 

"Bitch," Remus insults, seconds before he dips back under the water. 

Still, Virgil has to hold himself back from digging straight into the icy treat, deciding it's best to eat his sandwich first. 

His turkey sandwich has been made to his liking (lucky for all of them Virgil and Patton had the foresight to label each plastic bag based on everyone's preferences), and Virgil finds he hungers for it just as much as he does the popsicle. But he can't stop thinking about how good the cold, sweet ice will be in his mouth. And even though the sandwich tastes good, Virgil just wants the popsicle. And he wants it now. 

He chews through his sandwich faster than he typically would, wiping his mouth free of bread crumbs as soon as he's swallowed down the last of it, before carefully tearing the plastic away from the ice lolly. 

This time Logan's not immediately blasted by the hot sun, and finds the cool shade is quite a nice difference. 

Virgil holds his stick high enough up that his nails lightly scratch the bottom of Logan's popsicle body. And though Logan braces himself for what he assumes will be a quick bite as soon as he's set atop Virgil's tongue, he finds that sudden breakage never comes. 

Virgil doesn't devour him quickly, but instead savors him intensely, sucking on the very tip of Logan's form and swallowing down the small amount of juice that's pulled from the ice with each lick. It's incredibly different from the rather fast and rough consumption he'd experienced with Remus, but Logan likes this just as much. It feels more sensual, and just as good. 

It's like getting a blowjob almost, except Logan's cock is his entire body, and all of it feels amazing. 

"Damn," Virgil mumbles as he pulls the popsicle away from his lips. A string of indigo-tinted spit connects Logan's form to Virgil's tongue. "This is really good. Like... better than I thought it'd be, even." 

Janus - who had gone back to tanning - suddenly looks over. "Yeah? How good?" 

"Good enough that I can hardly believe they look like a kid's treat. How much did they cost? Like... five dollars for the box?" 

"Less than that..." Janus hums. "Or more. Depending on how you look at it." 

Virgil scoffs, not digging deeper into Janus's cryptic words and instead muttering "you don't know the answer. Logan bought these. Maybe I should ask him..."

Sitting up a bit straighter, Janus reaches over to grab Virgil's wrist, which nearly causes Virgil to drop the popsicle. "There's no need to go and bother Logan now," Janus smoothly insists. "We can always ask him some other time... like when we're not soaking wet." He scrunches his nose at the water rubbing into his palm, but Virgil just rolls his eyes. 

"Fine. But these might be a good snack to have around the house. Especially with how grueling summer's been so far." 

"You and Remus both have been talking up these popsicles... You're making me want to try them!" 

Virgil's tongue slides over the underside of his popsicle as he drinks up a few melted beads of juice. "Then go grab your own! Don't think I can't see the way you're eyeing up my popsicle. Back off." He hisses at Janus as he tears his hand away, further fighting when Janus playfully tries to wrestle the treat from Logan's hand, but eventually relents and stands to go fetch his own. 

Logan's mind spins from being jostled around so roughly, but he's quickly forced to confront a new experience - that being two intense sensations being inflicted on him at the same time. 

Because while Virgil continues to slowly lick and suck his steadily melting body, Janus grabs a fresh version of him from out of the cooler, and being unwrapped properly splits his focus between the two popsicles (with the back of his mind remaining among the crushed ice, cooled water, and chilled sandwiches). He's no longer able to direct most of his senses and mind to just one popsicle, and now is stuck in an unreal scenario where he's receiving double the pleasure because he has two bodies. 

Half of him is pressed between Virgil's lips as Virgil grabs his phone from a nearby shaded table, scrolling through it absentmindedly as he lets himself spend a bit outside of the pool. A chill runs through him from the cooling water as he sits in the shadow of their house, as Logan's pumped back and forth against his tongue. His other body - now freed from its wrapper - is held by Janus. Janus just stares at him for a moment, observing him. Logan can see his eyes shining with recognition, and a smirk tugging at his lips. 

"It does look delicious," Janus sighs, his mouth mere centimeters from Logan's body. Logan mentally shudders as Janus's breath cascades over him. 

And when Janus finally decides to taste him? 

He feels Janus's forked tongue wrap around the tip of his icy body as Virgil pushes more of his melting, thinning form against his tongue, overwhelming Logan with the feeling of being licked. Both their tongues glide easily over him, savoring and sampling his loganberry flavor. Janus only tastes his tip, before he guides the treat back to his molars, which he uses to break a small piece off. 

He lets out an intentional but totally wholesome moan of enjoyment as he swallows down the juicy ice. "Wow," he sighs, making sure Logan's never pulled too far away from his mouth, "these are good. Mind handing me my phone?" 

"Sure." Virgil pulls his own popsicle out of his mouth as he reaches to grab Janus his own cell. With this motion, Janus can see that half of Virgil's ice lolly has been sucked to a small point that'll be nothing but a mixture of juice and saliva upon a few more licks. "What're you going to do? Doomscroll for a bit?" 

"I'm going to... research these popsicles a bit more," Janus sweetly responds, though his "research" includes him clicking onto the TF-U app, and navigating to Logan's profile. "Maybe this brand makes other loganberry flavored treats. It does seem to be niche, doesn't it? And we both know how much Logan would love more loganberry flavored snacks."

His eyes quickly find the mood section, where Janus is more than amused to find Logan's mood reads "Hot." 

Whether it means temperature-wise or internal-wise, Janus has to repress a snicker. He stares at the screen for a second, pleased to find Logan's mood constantly flickers between a few bright green words that seemingly align with both Virgil and Janus's licking, those words being "Aroused," "Desperate," "Orgasmic," and then back to "Hot." 

 "If not, I'm sure we could always make some," Virgil then responds, snapping Janus's attention away from his phone. Janus quickly turns his cell off and sets it by his legs, before smiling at the way Virgil blushes and turns his head away. "Maybe we can lure him out of his room with the promise of freshly-baked food." 

"He does enjoy home-cooked meals over takeout. Perhaps we can recruit Roman in expanding our baking endeavors." 

Roman - who's swam to the side of the pool by now - lifts himself from the water and looks around. It's clear he's heard his name, but doesn't want to admit he was listening for it. "Not to interrupt or anything," he starts, though it's clear he wanted to do exactly that, "but did we remember to bring towels outside?" 

Virgil's eyes dart around the beach chairs and the edge of the pool before he shakes his head. "Doesn't look like it. Ugh." 

"Don't worry," Janus immediately soothes him, "I'll run inside and grab a few." He stands, and then holds his popsicle outstretched towards Roman. "Roman, would you be a dear and keep my popsicle safe while I fetch them?" 

Immediately, Roman scrambles to get out of the water. "Of course!" he insists, as he carefully plucks the stick from Janus's hands, and then moves to sit on the end of Virgil's stretcher. He avoids Janus's because he doesn't want to get it wet, nor does he want to hold the popsicle in the intense sunlight. It still melts slowly, but at least it'll mostly be in one piece by the time Janus comes back outside. 

"I'll be quick!" Janus proclaims, before he heads back indoors, leaving Roman and Virgil holding their respective treats. 

As Virgil suddenly bites down on the pale, flavorless ice left over from his licking and sucking, Roman turns the popsicle back and forth in his hands. 

"Believe it or not, I've never seen a popsicle that's such a deep blue," he says, thinking back across the flavors he's tasted throughout his life. "There's dark purple for grape, and bright blue for blue raspberry, but never... indigo." 

"It is kind of an odd colour..." Virgil hums, as he uses his thumb to slide the bottom half of his popsicle up its stick. The feeling is like a dildo of some kind being pulled from Logan's body, which has him internally crying at the sensitive feeling, and then further whining at the emptiness he again experiences when he's fully pulled off the wood and settles fully on Virgil's tongue instead. Virgil swishes the chunk of sweet ice back and forth between his cheeks, coating Logan in loganberry-tainted saliva. It's weird to taste himself, even if it's a diluted form of himself, but he has to agree he tastes good. "But a lot of products use artificial colours to enhance the visual. So maybe it just has added dye in it."

A bead of juice rolls down Janus's popsicle and onto Roman's thumb. Roman instinctively licks it off, and then his face lights up as he licks his lips. 

"Oh wow!" he gasps, "this is... amazing!" 

Virgil sits up slightly, pinching the slush ice between his teeth as he replies "right!? It's not like... fake fruit flavor; it genuinely tastes like someone took the time to squeeze loganberry juice into finely crushed ice, and then shape it into individual popsicles." 

While that's not exactly what happened, Logan was finely crushed into a popsicle shape, so it was practically the same thing. 

"Ooo!" Roman squeals, "we could totally try making them at home! Snow cone makers are relatively cheap online, and you really only need them to crush the ice. If we find some loganberries, we can just juice them ourselves and drench the ice!" Drool seems to pool in the corner of Roman's mouth as he pictures doing just that. "And if those taste as delicious as this, then..." 

Virgil nudges Roman with his foot, laughing softly. "You haven't even properly tried a popsicle yet. You've just gotten a taste of Janus's."

"And that taste of Janus's has me half-tempted to just eat his right up!" Roman complains, watching closely as another droplet of juice lands on his skin. The moment it falls against his flesh, he licks it up, which has Virgil rolling his eyes. 

"I'm surprised you can even taste the juice when it's mixing with all that chlorinated water," Virgil grits. 

Roman frowns. "The chemicals are barely there. They're like... a background note." 

"It's probably dangerous to ingest." 

"I'm not gulping it down," Roman huffs, before turning to look over his shoulder at Remus, who's definitely swallowed down at least a few mouthfuls of pool water by now. "He's the one we should be worried about." 

"As if Remus isn't partially immune to poison considering all he's eaten throughout the years." The rest of Virgil's popsicle melts in his mouth, and he tilts his head back to swallow down the lukewarm juice, once again reducing Logan's consciousness to just a pile of liquid mixing in with Virgil's stomach acid. In this body that's slowly dissolving, he again feels the pleasurable release he's come to so desperately crave. 

There's the unfortunate sensation of being mixed with the remnants of a chewed-up sandwich, but Logan finds he can ignore that if he chooses instead to solely focus on his own physical feelings. Feelings of intense ecstasy and mind-breaking enjoyment overwhelm his liquid form until there's no liquid left for his consciousness to cling to. And again, he's roughly jerked into the popsicles that are still remaining, particularly the one Roman's holding. 

It's incredibly jarring feeling both yourself dying and yourself living. It's a sharp contrast that Logan feels only amplified his experience in Virgil's stomach, and one that would have him desperately pleading for Roman to just suck and lick him if he was able to speak at all. 

But Roman has class, and despite his own temptations would never betray Janus's trust by consuming the popsicle he was entrusted with protecting! Though by the time Janus comes back outside Roman looks as though he was ready to break at any moment. 

Janus sets a pile of towels onto the floor and then instantly gets his popsicle shoved back into his hands. 

"Take it!" Roman dramatically wails, "before I get lost in my own desires and take a real big bite!" 

Snorting, Janus shoves Roman's shoulder playfully. "Drama queen," he teases, as Roman quickly grabs a towel and begins to wipe himself clean of water. "Are you both done swimming today?" 

"God no," Roman rushes to answer. "Just taking a short snack break. Like Virgil." 

"Yeah, I'll get back in once my stomach settles." Virgil rubs his back deeper into his chair, getting comfortable for the time being. "That way I don't cramp and drown." He sets his hand on his stomach and massages his fingers into his swim shirt, pawing at the pudge that Virgil's lunch and popsicle had just been sent into. Though half of Logan's vision is partially obscured by Janus's mouth as Janus once again sucks Logan past his lips, the part of Logan that's still outside watches as Virgil kneads his gut, and Logan himself is incredibly aroused by the idea of him inside of Virgil. Of Virgil rubbing his own stomach in order to aid in Logan's digestion. And unaware of all of it. 

More of Logan is suddenly guided into Janus's mouth, as Janus's split tongue steadily licks over the length of Logan's icy form. His movements are unmistakably sensual, as if he can't keep himself from teasing Logan (which makes sense, considering he knows what the others don't), but Logan just internally moans at the idea Janus is treating him intimately. As intimately as one can treat a popsicle, that is. 

But Logan's not the only one who notices the rhythmic pumping of the popsicle past Janus's lips, as Roman's quickly turning his red face away. 

"Janus," Roman scolds, but his voice comes out a lot more pathetic than he intends it to. "You're being... lewd." 

Janus pulls Logan out of his mouth until just the tip of him remains. Then, Janus's teeth crack the melted ice, and the tip of Logan's body crumbles onto Janus's tongue. Roman shivers as Janus swallows down the small piece. "What do you mean?" Janus asks, batting his eyes innocently. "I'm just eating a popsicle. If your mind is crafting up explicit fantasies, then that seems like a you problem." 

Virgil rolls onto his side, observing Janus for a moment, before his feet push into Roman's thighs. "He's got a point. Maybe you're just horny." 

"I'm not-!" Roman immediately shoots up off the stretcher, with his towel falling from his lap and landing dejectedly on the floor. His outburst has Remus and Patton looking his way, and a stream of water being shot at him from the deep end of the pool before Roman can even react. Drenched once more in water by Remus's squirt gun, Roman's bottom lip juts out in a histrionic pout. In a quieter but more pronounced tone, Roman insists "I'm not horny. This would be an inappropriate situation to get horny in. And I don't appreciate your implications." 

Janus slowly slides his popsicle back into his mouth, locking eyes with Roman as he pushes the ice lolly completely into his throat before biting down on the wood stick and steadily dragging it back through his teeth, effectively separating Logan from his stick. 

Roman's face is bright red as Janus then holds Logan in his mouth for a mere few seconds, letting himself melt in the humid, enclosed space until he's soft, before swallowing down the stick of slush that's still barely intact. 

His throat bulges as his treat slides down it, and then a shudder courses through Janus, as Janus breathes out "wow. That was incredibly effective at cooling me off..." before snickering at Roman as he adds "though, it seems to have had the opposite effect on you." 

Roman's hands clasp tightly in front of his swim shorts. "You did that on purpose," Roman accuses, sounding more embarrassed than actually upset. 

As Janus licks his lips, he smiles knowingly, but doesn't justify Roman's fluster with any other response. 

Logan meanwhile gets to feel what it's like for his body to travel through Janus's while still being (mostly) in one piece. This time his transmission is a lot more cramped than it was with Remus or Virgil. Since he's still somewhat solid, and as such a generally large mass, Janus's throat squeezes and massages his form, compressing him into a compact ice chunk moments before he falls into Janus's stomach. 

Because he's not fully shifted forms, he gets to feel the intense tingling sensation as the acid breaks him down from the outside in. 

He'd be crying out of oversensitivity if he could as it feels like he's dissolved atom by atom. His mind is fuzzy with intense pleasure and searing heat, being overwhelmed by his own orgasmic release that comes in pulsating waves as he's slowly digested. It finally feels like he's able to ride out his climax because he's conscious for more of the digestion process than he was before, and he's addicted to it. 

So much so that when Logan's consciousness ends up back in the remaining three popsicles in the cooler, Logan internally sobs. 

He wants to be back in someone's mouth desperately, and he'd be begging if he had the ability to. 

Luckily, Roman seems to hear his pleas (though in reality Roman just wants to eat), as soon enough the cooler's being opened and Logan is being pulled out alongside a sandwich once again. 

Unlike Virgil - who'd settled himself in the shade - Roman chooses to sit in the sun, stretching out in a chair far enough away from Janus and Virgil to spare himself the embarrassment of being teased. 

Logan can hear him grumbling under his breath as he sets his sandwich on his lap atop the towel he's draped over his thighs, and chooses to open Logan up first and foremost. And while Logan would typically scold Roman for spoiling his lunch by snacking first, he honestly is just relieved he'll be consumed sooner rather than later. 

Roman glistens with a mixture of pool water and sweat as he's baked beneath the sun, and Logan begins to drip despite only being unwrapped for a few minutes. A bead of juice rolls down the length of his body, and then lands on Roman's own chest, mixing with a droplet of sweat that then travels down the curves of Roman's abs. That one drop of juice is like a singular thought of Logan's that's overwhelmed by the taste of Roman's body in the few seconds it can think before Roman wipes his stomach, and effectively wipes that bit of Logan away. 

Then, Logan's brought to Roman's mouth, pushed against Roman's tongue, and bitten. 

Half of the popsicle breaks apart and is held in Roman's cheek as Roman moans softly at the refreshing chill that runs through him. He doesn't chew or break the ice, and instead keeps Logan between his teeth as he lets the sweet ice melt at its own pace. 

To Logan, it's like he's being purposely teased, and his pleasure intentionally drawn out. 

Not being chewed means he doesn't get that pleasurable feeling of being broken. Not being sucked or licked means his body isn't actively stimulated. And though a little bit of juice is swallowed down every few seconds, there's not enough for Logan to have an exciting release. In fact, it instead feels like he's having a bunch of ruined orgasms, which is torturous enough that Logan would be crying out of frustration if he could. 

Still, it is hot outside, and hot in Roman's mouth, so eventually he begins to melt faster. And once he's a less compact rectangle of slush, Roman finally bites down. 

His teeth grind against the soft ice, swishing it back and forth in his mouth momentarily before he swallows it down. Then, as half of Logan's mind finally gets to have a half-decent orgasm, the other half is slid onto Roman's tongue for the process to begin again.

He slowly melts to nothing as he's steadily digested into nothing, with Logan begging for the rest of him to be gulped down before he's too far gone to enjoy the combined pleasure. But he doesn't get a say on what happens. He's just a popsicle. He's just a snack for Roman to enjoy however he pleases, and it seems Roman prefers taking it slow and soaking in the cold tingling of his tongue as his body absorbs the sun's heat. 

Still, Roman can only resist the temptation to savor Logan for so long, and eventually the chunk of Logan against his inner cheek is guided onto Roman's tongue, with him licking and breaking the ice into juice before eagerly swallowing it down. 

As the rest of Logan joins the initial half of his body just seconds too late, Roman pats his stomach. "Wow," he exhales, before licking his lips. 

He enjoys the lingering loganberry flavor as he watches Patton trudge out of the pool, gratefully accepting a towel from Virgil before he comes to sit by Roman. 

"Was the popsicle good?" Patton asks, ruffling his towel through his drenched curls. Water drips from Patton's hair onto his glasses, which Roman takes from him to wipe off as Patton focuses on drying his face. 

"Surprisingly, yes," Roman replies. "I always thought nothing could dethrone cherry popsicles, but... I stand corrected." 

"Woah," Patton exhales, "that's a huge compliment coming from you." 

Roman slides Patton's glasses back onto his face as he drags the cooler forward. "I mean it, too," he insists, as he pops the icy container open. "Honestly, if Logan had more than one box, I'd immediately grab another." 

"There is an uneven amount," Patton observes. Instead of reaching for an iced treat of his own, he grabs a bottle of water and his own labeled sandwich, which is piled high with excess meat. A few veggies peak out from the side, but hardly any compared to the slathered mayo and folded turkey. "Maybe since Logan himself won't be joining us, he wouldn't mind someone getting his last popsicle." 

"But it would be rather rude to take it from him, especially since he bought the box for himself and we've already eaten almost all of them." 

Patton frowns, but sighs. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But it wouldn't hurt to ask." 

In Logan's final moments in Roman's stomach - after listening to the muffled, reverberating voice coming from Roman and the even less understandable words spoken by Patton - he pleads with them to just eat whatever they'd like. But again, that's not a suggestion he's able to make, as he ends up back in the cooler, consciousness split between his remaining two bodies, left feverishly desperate to be used again. 

He can hear Roman and Patton making small talk, but again everything is muddled by the container and his wrapper. He can hardly focus on what they're saying anyway, as all his mind craves is to be unwrapped, sucked, swallowed, and digested. And he wants it bad. 

Both Patton and Roman enjoy their sandwiches at the same time, with Roman finishing his faster while Patton prefers to take it slow, before Roman stands up at the same time Virgil does. 

"Getting back into the pool?" Patton asks, as Roman lets his towel drift to the ground

"Yup. I'm getting hot." 

"Mind if I take your chair?" 

Roman bends down to kiss Patton's forehead. "All yours." Then, he jumps into the pool, with Virgil sliding in very soon after. 

Patton immediately hoists himself onto the beach stretcher, choosing to sit in the sun like Roman, instead of in the shade like Virgil, despite the fact his skin already looks quite pink. While the sunscreen might protect the others from burning, Patton was sure he'd at least be tender for a few days after this, but that was fine by him. He picks at his sandwich, truly in no rush to finish it, as he watches his three boyfriends all mess around in the water. 

Seemingly rejuvenated by his food break, Virgil's now more involved in Roman and Remus's squabbles, and is effectively able to wrangle away Remus's squirt gun to then use on Remus himself. Remus, of course, retaliates by trying to drown Virgil, which means Roman needs to pull them apart. 

After Virgil coughs up some water, Roman gets him settled atop a pool floatie which Roman then protects while Remus arms himself with a long pool noodle and chases them around the pool's perimeter. 

Patton chuckles a bit at their playing, and he and Janus end up talking a bit, though not much due to the space between them. After Patton's finished with his food, he opens up his water bottle, and drinks half of it down in just two big gulps. He lets his stomach settle for a moment before he drinks the rest of the bottle, and then reaches back towards the cooler. He grabs a couple pieces of ice to pop into his mouth and suckle on while he focuses on grabbing a popsicle for himself, leaving just one remaining. 

Logan immediately directs as much of his mind as he can to the popsicle being lifted, and he knows it's Patton that's holding him (both because he's the only one who hasn't indulged in a popsicle yet, and because of how recognizable Patton's large, warm hands are). 

His wrapper is peeled away, but instead of getting right into eating his popsicle Patton instead glances around for a trash can, only to find the majority of the wrappers balled up and set on one of their tables. Remus's wrapper meanwhile is blowing around in the wind, and Patton huffs as he stands up to grab them all. 

"We should have a... portable trashcan," Patton suggests to Janus as he gathers up the garbage. 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "Are we outside enough to need one?" 

"No... but it'd save me a trip indoors." Patton cracks his back as he stands up straighter, before adjusting his popsicle in his hand. "Though, I think I'm done swimming for now. All that playing has really put me in the mood for a nap." 

"Nap outside," Janus suggests. 

Patton laughs outright. "And burn to a crisp? You're too funny." He bends down to kiss Janus, whose eyes peek open to stare at the untouched popsicle in Patton's grasp, before Patton pulls away. "Honestly though, I might go on a grocery run. Do we have the stuff necessary for Roman's chicken?" 

"Not sure. Roman!" Janus calls, and Roman stops his swimming to tread over to the edge of the pool. "Yes?" 

"Do we already have the ingredients for your chicken?" 

Roman's face falls slightly. "No, we don't. I totally planned to go shopping before we got distracted out here. Ugh." Roman runs a stressed hand through his hair. "I can dry off and get ready to go-" 

"No, no," Janus immediately rushes to assure him, "Patton just offered to go. Do you think you can type up a list of what's needed?" 

Remus and Virgil join Roman at the edge of the pool, and before Roman can answer Remus interjects "I can just go with him. It's a family recipe, totally different from normal stuffed chicken. Plus, I need more lube." 

"Too much information, Remus!" Roman cringes, shuffling a little away from his brother. "But, I unfortunately must encourage this trip. It'll get you out of the pool, at least." 

"I'll make sure to take a piss in it before I go." 

"Gross!" Roman whines, as he and Virgil immediately lift themselves from the water, fully confident Remus will make good on his words. "Patton!" 

"Now, now," Patton scolds, bending down to literally pluck Remus from the pool. His angle is a bit weird considering neither of his hands are free, and so he's forced to lift Remus using his wrists and forearms, but he makes it work. Remus doesn't help him at all, and instead just grins as his knees drag against the concrete ground. A few drops of chlorine splash onto Logan, who is pleading to be acknowledged at all as the sun causes more and more of him to melt. A few slushy chunks of him melt right into the pool, where the chlorine quickly dissolves his mind into nothingness. "Don't taunt them, Remus. Go get dried off and dressed, and I'll meet you at the car." 

Though he lets out a series of dramatic complaints, Remus eventually stands and stretches. "Fine," he nasally responds, "but for being so discriminatory I won't be grabbing you anything from the snack aisle." 

Roman sticks his tongue out "I don't need your charity anyway."

"I do," Virgil immediately pipes up. "Can you grab me a Snickers bar?" 

"Sure," Patton answers on Remus's behalf, ruffling Virgil's hair as Remus ignores the pile of towels and focuses on grabbing his phone and then shamelessly stepping out of his speedo despite being outside. "Maybe I'll even stop by the frozen section and see if they have any more of Logan's popsicles, so he's not left without them." 

"Before you do any of that, you might want to focus on eating your own popsicle," Janus teases, directing Patton's attention back to the treat melting all over his hand. 

The majority of Logan's sticky form has leaked over Patton's fingers, with barely half of his original mass remaining on the sick. "Oh shoot!" Patton exclaims as he realizes, and scurries closer to the sliding glass doors that'll lead into the kitchen. Remus opens it and steps inside, and Patton follows him. "We'll be back soon! Love you guys!" 

"We love you too," Roman, Virgil, and Janus call back. 

As Remus runs on all fours up the stairs and to his room, Patton focuses on tossing the popsicle wrappers into the trash and then pausing for a moment to focus on eating his own treat. 

He's more than disappointed that over half of it has been wasted considering how good it looks, but just because Patton's missed out on some of the snack doesn't mean he has to let the rest of it escape him. So, Patton slides what's left of the popsicle into his mouth, easily being able to fit the remaining chunk past his lips. 

Logan finally feels some sort of pleasure after being left to torturously melt for so long. Now, he gets to melt against Patton's tongue, which licks curiously over him. His tastebuds slide against what's left of Logan's icy body, and swallows him down begrudgingly after he's nothing but juice. Then, he takes the time to individually suck the juice from each of his fingers, making sure all of Logan's sent down to his stomach together. 

The water Patton chugged down diluted his gastric acid slightly, but not by much, and not for long. So while Logan can still feel the tingling and electric sensation that comes with being digested, his mind takes a bit longer to melt. Meaning his orgasm feels long and drawn out, being steadily milked out of him piece by piece. He also gets more time to actually absorb the sensations that come with being in someone's stomach. The humidity that permeates the enclosed space, the stinging smell of acid and chewed food, and the overall claustrophobic feeling that settles onto Logan as gurgles and growls echo throughout Patton's gut. Then, he's digested fully, with his final fleeting thoughts being those of ecstasy incomparable to anything he's ever felt before right before what's left of his consciousness is directed to the final popsicle left in the cooler outside 

Logan once again finds his mind sequestered to the small cooler he's been redirected to multiple times already. He's always been here - in the back of his mind - even when he chose to push another popsicle's experience to the forefront, but now there was no escaping it. Now, he had to play the waiting game. 

And the waiting game was both incredibly easy and unbearably hard. 

It seems that with each popsicle consumed by the others, Logan's mind became less and less intact, leaving him nearly brainless and pleasure-addicted. This combination results in him being hyperaware of each second that goes by without any pleasure being given to his freezing body, and easily lost in his own fantasies about who would eat him next. 

Because they've all tried him. They've all sampled his flavor. And they've all liked him. So who would go back for seconds?

Virgil and Roman crowd around Janus as they wrap towels around their bodies and get comfortable in separate places, with Roman sitting on the beach stretcher next to Janus's own, and Virgil choosing to sit on his towel on the ground, leaning onto Janus’s seat. They hear Patton's car start and presumably pull out of the driveway, and can assume that both Patton and Remus (under Patton's guidance) have hung their swimsuits up in the bathroom to dry. 

With the two of them gone, Roman and Virgil decide they're done swimming too. 

"Are you sure you don't want to get in?" Roman asks, rubbing a hand up Janus's thigh. Janus's scales are hot to the touch, and Roman quickly winces as he pulls his fingers away, dramatically blowing on them to emphasize their temperature. "You feel like you could use a nice refresher." 

"No thanks," Janus answers, "the pool is far too cold. If we had a jacuzzi out here, however..." 

"In this weather?" Virgil sarcastically snorts, "you'd be cooked alive." 

Janus sighs happily. "I'd enjoy every minute of it." 

"I'd enjoy getting out of this sun," Virgil mutters. "Roman, could you grab me a water bottle from the cooler? And preferably a handful of ice?" 

Roman nods as he stands and grabs the entire cooler, moving it closer to all of them in preparation of eventually bringing it inside. When he opens it, his eyes go wide as he notices the last popsicle. Instinctively, he licks his lips, but forces himself to ignore it in favor of grabbing Virgil some ice and his water. 

Virgil, however, notices the treat too. 

"There's still one left?" he asks, looking between Janus, Roman, and the lone popsicle sitting amongst the uneaten sandwiches and extra water bottles. It sticks out despite the chips that have also been neglected, as everyone seems to want the ice lolly as opposed to anything else. 

Janus raises an eyebrow, peeking into the cold container. "Huh," he muses, "I forgot we had an even number of popsicles." 

"Should we... run it up to Logan?" Roman suggests, but it's clear he's only offering this option because he thinks it's polite, and not because it's what he actually wants to do. 

Curious, Janus checks his phone, clicking over to TF-U as Virgil and Roman seem fixated on the popsicle. 

Logan's mood reads "Needy." Janus can't help but snicker. 

"Go ahead and help yourselves," he says, as he clicks his phone off and waves his hand dismissively. "He said we could have them all, and that he could just buy another box." 

"Really?" Virgil presses. "Could we... at least pay him back, or something?" 

"I'm sure he doesn't mind, love," Janus coos, sitting up to scratch Virgil's head. "He wouldn't have offered us the box if he didn't expect us to eat them all anyway. He would want us to have fun, and to stay cool. After all, he'd likely be the one dealing with all the hospital jargon if one of us had to be wheeled into the emergency room due to heatstroke." 

Looking a lot more convinced, Virgil shrugs. "Fair point. The real question is, who gets it?" 

Roman scoffs as if the answer is incredibly obvious. "Why, me of course!" he's quick to insist. "I want it more than you do." 

"But you've eaten a popsicle more recently than I have. I've gone longer without, so I deserve it more," Virgil argues. 

"That means you want it less," Roman counters. "Because if you can wait an hour between popsicles, then you surely can wait a few days." 

Virgil's eyes narrow. "That doesn't even make sense!" 

He sizes Roman up, debating his next move. Then, he lunges forward and grabs the popsicle from the cooler, yanking it back before Roman can process what's happening. Though, as he tries to stand and run, Roman quickly grabs him, and manhandles Virgil back onto his beach stretcher, with Janus watching them playfight from the safety of his chair next to theirs. 

"It's mine!" Virgil thrashes, protecting the popsicle by curling his body around it as Roman tries to pry it from him. 

Logan is left reeling and winded as he's shaken and pulled every which way. He can hear Roman and Virgil fighting over him, and it makes his mind pulse with excitement. Though before either of them can get him out of his packaging - and luckily before either of them break him - Janus is reaching over and easily plucking the wrapped treat from Virgil and Roman with little resistance.

Both Virgil and Roman freeze as they realize both of them have lost the snack. 

"You two can share," Janus says, trying to repress his amusement in favor of sounding stern, "or I can eat it, and you guys can have none."  

"Sorry, Janus," Roman mumbles, as Virgil utters a huffy "sorry," as they move to sit side by side instead of remaining tangled together. 

When they're both calmed to a desirable extent, Janus unwraps the final popsicle himself, and then hands it over, giving it to Virgil but giving Virgil a pointed look that implies Virgil better share. 

Though Virgil frowns, he still turns his body so that he's facing Roman and holds the popsicle up so that it's halfway between both their faces. 

"How do you want to do this?" Virgil questions, eyes darting skeptically between Roman's intense gaze and the glistening popsicle. "We alternate licks, or you get five seconds, I get five seconds?" 

"We could always just lick it at the same time," Roman states. 

Virgil's face goes red, but he sticks his tongue out in disgust. "I feel like I'd end up with more spit in my mouth than juice." 

"I agree with Roman," Janus suddenly pipes up. "You both just eat your own halves at your own pace would be the most effective solution. And a pretty sight." 

"Yeah, you would like watching, wouldn't you?" Roman taunts, but he's quickly silenced with a pathetic squeak as Janus's foot suddenly comes up to settle in the space between Roman's thighs. Roman gulps as Janus's sole lingers mere centimeters away from his swim shorts. When he meets Janus's eyes, Janus just gives him a look threatening him to continue mouthing off, and in response Roman shyly rolls his shoulders and looks away. 

Still, Roman and Virgil don't start licking right away, much to Logan's dismay as he's forced to stay between them and yet deprived of any and all touch. It's clear they're both wondering how best to go about this, but eventually it's Virgil who takes initiative. 

He shifts to be facing Roman a bit more, and sets one hand on Roman's pec in order to push him back against the beach stretcher. Janus quickly pulls his foot away and crosses his legs as he watches Virgil arrange them to his liking. 

"Here," Virgil says, as he moves to straddle Roman's hips, keeping Roman pressed back against the chair. It's angled up enough that Roman won't choke while trying to swallow, but back enough that Roman feels comfortable enough to relax. "So you won't have to bend down in order to lick. And... here." He turns the popsicle horizontally, and though it's more awkward to hold, he feels it'll work better. "It'll be easier for us to each work on one half this way." 

"Let me take that from you," Roman quietly insists, as he grabs the popsicle from Virgil's hands. "I have a better angle on it anyway. Less strain on my wrist than on yours." 

Virgil smiles slightly. "Aren't you so kind?" 

"Incredibly so." 

"Humble, too." 

Cheekily, Roman winks. "Of course," before he's pushing the ice lolly up and against Virgil's lips. "Now lick. Before I get impatient and just eat the entire thing myself." 

Virgil doesn't need to be told twice, letting his mouth open and wrap around the side of the popsicle, immediately making Logan moan in excitement. Virgil's hot tongue licking over the side of his body has him sobbing in a mixture of relief and delight, knowing it's just the start of what's to come, as soon enough Roman's leaning forward to suck on him too, licking up a few dripping beads of juice, before he keeps his mouth focused directly opposite of Virgil's. 

As they breathe through their noses, heat quickly builds between them, with heat further building metaphorically as Virgil's hips roll down against Roman's. 

He doesn't intend to make things sexual, but they're already sensual, and when Roman whines slightly and arches his hips up to meet Virgil's movements, Virgil doesn't really feel the need to stop or slow down. 

They moan against Logan, Roman's noises sounding high and needy while Virgil's are low and embarrassed, with both of them varying levels of humiliated by doing this in their backyard, but simultaneously assured that their high privacy fence will keep their actions secret. 

To be in two mouths at once is just as jarring as it was the first time he experienced it, except he's still relatively connected because it's still one main consciousness, as opposed to the original six he was split between. So this time when some of him is swallowed by Virgil, and a little chunk is gulped down by Roman, it's like Logan's brain is being separated, making him feel dumber and dumber. 

But they're hardly even licking him to taste him anymore, as Roman's free hand wraps around Virgil's waist while Virgil presses his body as close to Roman as he can. They're more interested in touching each other than eating. And because of this - and their warm mouths constantly exhaling hot air over Logan's form - Logan steadily melts little by little. And because of being held horizontally, Logan doesn't slide down the length of a hand or end up in the pool, but instead ends up an indigo streak on Roman's chest, starting at the top of his pecs, dripping down Roman's cleavage, and eventually coming to a moist stop on Roman's sweaty abs. 

He once again gets to taste Roman's perspiration as it mixes with his form, and it's mind-melting. 

And it's not just one drop of him here and there; it's rather big chunks of Logan that fall and melt on Roman's muscular abdomen. Enough for Janus to take notice. 

"You two are letting quite a bit go to waste," he comments, which causes Virgil and Roman to pull away from each other. Both of their lips are blue with loganberry juice, and their faces are flushed. A mixture of spit and sweet ice drips down their chins. 

"Huh?" Virgil breathes, as the damp sleeve of his swim shirt slides across his mouth, soaking Logan into the fabric where little bits of Logan are quickly dissolved by the remnants of chlorine sopped into the fabric. "What do you mean?" 

Janus waves towards Roman's chest, where both of them blush dark at just how much of the popsicle had melted right off the stick. 

"Oh," Roman murmurs, "sorry." He shifts his position so that Virgil is sitting back farther on his thighs, and Janus takes the last tiny chunk of popsicle that's left from Roman's hands, where he sucks it from the stick without a second thought. 

Logan cries as he's maneuvered back and forth against Janus's tongue, and pushes up against the roof of Janus's mouth where his ice turns to slush easily. As Logan's swallowed down Janus's throat and into his stomach, Janus himself stands to join Virgil on Roman's stretcher. 

"Since you've made such a mess, it's only fitting Virgil and I help clean you up a bit," he starts, setting his hand on the back of Virgil's neck. Virgil shivers at the pressure applied, as Janus makes it known that this is something they're both going to do, and it's not optional (though Virgil would agree regardless; it's just fun not to give him a choice). "Why don't you sit back, relax, and let us handle everything." 

Roman gulps, but nods. "Okay." 

Janus scoots back on Roman's legs, urging Virgil to do the same. Then, urging Virgil to follow his lead, Janus leans down and lets his tongue glide over Roman's abs, gathering up a mouthful of loganberry juice and Roman's sweat. Logan sobs as he's brought into Janus's mouth and swallows down to his stomach, his mind fizzling with pleasure as the final bits of his consciousness are drunk up. Janus's stomach acid brings familiar comfort, pleasure, and release to him, but not all of him gets to experience that orgasmic climax just yet. After all, so much of him is still forced to bask in Roman's musk, boiling in the heat of the day despite the safety of the shade. 

Though he moves a bit slower than Janus, Virgil eventually brings his mouth to Roman's abs too, and his tongue slowly glides between the crevices of Roman's figure. Roman shivers. 

"Virgil," Roman whines, and Virgil pulls his head away, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, wet with spit, sweat, and popsicle juice. 

Though Roman flushes at Virgil's panting, open-mouth expression, he still sets his hand on the back of Virgil's head and pulls him forward, where they kiss. Logan's bleary form is then pushed against both of their tongues, licked into one mouth and sucked back into the other, with Logan's mind swimming with pleasure and anticipation. Who would swallow him? Who would digest him? Who would give him that release he so desperately craves? 

The answer is both of them, as little bites of Logan end up in both their mouths, and thus is drank down by both of them. Since Janus was still kissing, sucking, and frankly worshipping Roman's chest, it meant that Logan was split between all three of their bodies, dissolving in all of them. 

Three different people whose bodies break him down at varying speeds, though he still ends up less and less present as more and more of him is reduced to nothing but sugar and nutrients. 

A few calories that'll be burnt off by the end of the day. 

Janus's forked tongue gathers the last of Logan from off Roman's chest, focusing on licking up a few beads of sweat from between Roman's pecs before he kisses Roman too. And though Roman grimaces at tasting his own salty perspiration, he still moans at the way it mixes with the sweet loganberry juice, and obediently swallows it down. 

The last of Logan ends up in Roman's stomach, and though he's barely a teaspoon's worth of juice, he still feels incredibly pleasured as his body digests. 

It's a combination of the fact this is the sixth mental orgasm he's been thrusted into experiencing, and the looming knowledge that this is it. His consciousness isn't elsewhere. He's not stored safely in a cooler for his mind to shift back to when his fun is over. All that's left of all of him is being reduced to nothing inside of Roman. And he doesn't know what comes after. 

And it's horrifying. And arousing. And orgasmic. 

And Logan has his final, intense, electric orgasm in Roman's gastric acid, seconds before he fades to black completely, and loses complete awareness of the muffled moans and jostling bodies around him. 

When Logan wakes up a few hours later, he's incredibly disoriented. 

He blinks awake in bed, body hot and feverish, and mind rushing to process everything he'd just experienced outside at the pool. He doesn't even realize he's human again until he realizes the world around him is blurry, and reaches for his glasses. 

His hand shoots away from his body so fast Logan jumps, and in the process of moving too fast he groans and lays back down, vertigo hitting him hard. A weak moan falls from his lips as his palms press to his temples, trying to massage away the dizziness. 

When Logan finally feels fine enough to attempt sitting up again, he moves slowly, as his body flinches and twitches with every texture that rubs against him, including his blanket and even his own thighs pressing together. The action of moving is odd, the same way it was odd after he'd been a controller, except now Logan also has to handle the fact that he's no longer in six places at once, which is just as confusing as when Logan had to understand being split between six bodies in the first place. 

His fingers clumsily grab his glasses off his nightstand, where he feels a piece of paper folded too. He grabs it as he pushes his glasses onto his face, and finds a note prettily scrawled in Janus's handwriting. 

'I got you into bed,' the note reads, 'and I went ahead and told the others you were feeling a bit weary due to work so they wouldn't bother you. Roman estimates dinner will be done around 7pm, so feel free to come down whenever.' 

Logan glances at his clock. It's 6:30pm. That's convenient. 

He folds the note back up, and tucks it in the drawer of his nightstand, before shakily sliding out of bed. His legs feel seconds away from giving out under him, and he has to keep himself steady by clinging to the edge of his mattress. He shivers as his toes curl against the floor beneath him. It's weird to feel again. In fact, it's weird to quite literally die and then live again. If Logan was scared of death, he's sure this would make him feel excessively existential. 

He shuffles slowly to his dresser, where he lazily wiggles into the loosest and comfiest clothes he owns so as to not overstimulate his sensitive body, though even the feeling of the waistband of his boxers sliding over his cock makes him whimper. 

It takes him a solid ten minutes just to get out of his room, and even longer to slowly step downstairs.

"Want to go out to dinner at some point soon?" Logan hears Remus's loud voice inquire. "I just finished a seven-hundred dollar commission, so I'm pretty stocked for the next few weeks." 

"Ooo," Patton sings, "are you offering to pay?" 

"No, I'm offering to stuff myself while you guys watch." A playful slap is heard, as though Remus is smacking Patton's ass. "What else would I be offering?" 

As Logan reaches the bottom of the stairs, he watches Janus squeeze a lemon into his water, and then stir his glass with his pinkie. "It depends on the restaurant, I suppose," Janus answers. "Because your definition of restaurant includes shitty fast food, for some reason, and I'd rather not go out expecting salmon and pinot noir and get a ‘mcfilet’ instead." 

"They're called filet-o-fishes, actually," Virgil snickers. 

Janus goes to respond, but he catches sight of Logan past the kitchen doorway, and smiles. "Ah, Logan," he greets, acting as if nothing at all happened between them just a few hours ago, even though Janus's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Glad to see you're feeling better." 

"Uh... thanks..." Logan mumbles, as everyone turns to look at him. His voice comes out shaky and raspy, and he turns to cough into his shoulder due to how dry his throat feels. 

Roman seemingly notices this, and moves away from the stove momentarily to fill a glass with filtered water from the fridge. As Logan slowly walks into the kitchen, he gets the cup pushed into his hands, and then guided to sit in the chair beside Janus. 

"You're just in time," Patton coos, his hands coming to rest on the back of Logan's chair, "Roman's nearly finished with dinner." 

"The chicken’s already good to go; I'm just waiting on the sides," Roman explains, stirring something in a pot. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, and then exhales happily. "It smells so good. I can't wait to eat." 

The mention of eating has Logan nearly dropping his cup of water, though luckily he manages to catch it before more than a few drops of water splash over his pants. 

"Careful," Janus quells him, as he helps Logan lift the cup to his lips, and then takes the water from him to set it safely on the table instead. Then, Janus rests his hand on Logan's upper arm, gently settling it there as he turns back to the others and resumes their conversation about dinner later on. 

Logan can't exactly focus on the conversation, but nobody forces him to respond either, though they are considerate enough to ask his opinion once or twice. He remains ambivalent, which is mostly expected. 

And when dinner's served, Janus generously offers to make Logan's plate, which is an offer Logan is more than grateful for considering his legs are still trembling, and he'd likely trip or drop everything if he was expected to serve himself. Janus grabs his own plate and Logan's first, before bringing them back to the table for them to eat. 

Then, Janus sits thigh-to-thigh with him, catching Logan's eye on more than one occasion, though it seems he's trying to make sure Logan's okay as opposed to enjoying watching him struggle to lift his fork. 

When they've finished eating, Janus quietly offers to help Logan back to his room, and though Logan's embarrassed to accept the help he does, because he'd rather not trip and eat shit on his way up the stairs. 

Janus keeps a steady hand around his waist as he helps Logan ascend to the second floor, and even helps Logan into bed, before Janus is smiling. 

"So," he starts, his amusement palpable, "I assume you enjoyed yourself? The app said you were, but I'd prefer to have your assurance." 

Logan's face goes dark red. He mumbles something incoherent, before quietly responding "yeah. I guess so." 

Janus chuckles at his answer, before he pulls Logan's blankets up and around his body. "Well, I suppose I won't tease you any further. I'll go fetch your glass of water, for you to soothe your throat." Janus backs into Logan's doorway. "And I'm sure it's going to be just as hot tomorrow... in case you actually want to join us in the pool this time," he adds, before softly closing Logan's door, and heading down the hall. 

Virgil clicks his name, and is taken to his own profile. There's a 3D scan of his body, and general information that the app has absorbed from the scan, including Virgil's height and weight. When he scrolls down, there's a dropdown menu that says "Transformation History," and when Virgil opens it there's a line that reads "Spider Plushie - 3 Minutes." 

Remus whistles. "All the objects you could have been, and you chose a stupid stuffed animal?" 

"I wanted something simple!" Virgil protests. 

Patton still looks doubtful. "I don't know... I mean, if you were transformed, how'd you change yourself back?" 

"The transformations can be reversed manually or through the use of a timer," Virgil explains. "Otherwise all transformations naturally reverse after a day. I think they were trying to make it usable in solo or dubious scenarios? Regardless, you're welcome to try it on yourself if you still don't believe me. Remus didn't pay the subscription fee for all of us for no reason." 

Roman frowns. "I'll cover next month's if this app is actually functional," he insists, setting a hand on Patton's shoulder. "But I agree that it'd be wasteful to spend money on a scam." 

Huffing, Virgil responds "it's not a scam. Here; I'll show you." 

He stands, and pulls Patton up with him despite Remus whining about how he would have graciously volunteered. "What do you want to be?" Virgil asks, already aiming his phone at Patton's body. Patton's form is scanned into his phone, and Virgil saves it with his name. 

Patton hums. "Not sure. Maybe I'll also feel what it's like to be a stuffed animal, since that's what you tested." 

He chuckles softly, clearly still a bit hesitant to believe Virgil's claims, but Virgil just waves his phone in front of Patton's face. "I need your verbal consent to transform you." 

"Well, you have my consent," Patton sweetly responds. "You always do." 

The app dings, and then Virgil gets the familiar "Proceed with transformation" pop-up that reminds him all-too-much of Logan's previous endeavors as a pro controller. 

He quickly scrolls to the item list, where luckily there's a "Recently Selected" section, allowing Virgil to hastily click the plushie option. Then, the custom design checkbox pops up again. Virgil flashes the phone screen to everyone. A bit of research had revealed to Virgil that the custom design checkbox caused transformed people to retain their individuality when morphed into objects. Disabling this feature would allow the app's user more control over what the transformed person looked like. Virgil assumes this is for unaware scenarios, where people wish to look like unsuspecting items. But for the sake of Patton's transformation, Virgil selects the custom design option. "This checkbox is just whether or not you want the item to look similar to the person you're transforming. It'll often have their favourite colours or favourite things on them. Otherwise, you can choose to adjust item size, colour, and design to your liking." 

"So what kind of plushie will it make Patton?" Janus asks, raising an eyebrow at the idea of Patton's body being compressed into a quaint little plush. 

"Ooo!" Roman gasps, "perhaps a dog of some kind! Patton does love dogs..." 

"So basic," Remus scoffs, "I bet it'll just be some sort of stupid doll. You know, like those weird humanoid plush toys you can find on Etsy, where the hair doesn't lay flat and the heads are lopsided..." 

Patton laughs. "That'd be mighty amusing!" he insists, "but I do think it'll be something more animalistic. I do love animals..." 

As Virgil's thumb presses the final confirmation button, he mumbles "I guess we'll have to wait and see," before everyone's left stunned into silence as Patton suddenly stumbles forward, dizzy where he stands. He lands on his knees in a way that reminds Virgil way too much of Logan, and continues to shift more and more into a surprisingly large plush. 

To everyone's surprise, Patton ends up a stuffed frog instead of some sort of dog or doll. And when Virgil kneels down next to him, he's kind of surprised at just how massive Patton still is. 

He's knee height and rather round, and when Virgil wraps his arms around the plush, he finds he has to squeeze the stuffie in order to touch his hands together. He lifts Patton up, still holding him tight, and then drops him on Janus's lap. 

Remus's snickering cuts through everyone's speechless demeanors. "Are those his clothes on the floor?" 

Virgil flushes, and tugs at his collar. "Yeah. The app doesn't transform clothing; just the body." 

Janus shakes his head slightly, and rests his hands on the plush frog's back. "What about Patton's bracelets? Those seemingly went with him." 

Shrugging, Virgil brings his hands to his ears. "When I transformed, it left my earrings. Maybe it depends on the accessories, because not every accessory transforms with you, but most do." He thinks back to Logan's glasses on the floor. "Maybe they built the app in a way that anything inconvenient to have to repeatedly put back on would just morph with you? I'm not sure." 

That'd make sense. Some people have permanent bracelets sculpted onto their hands, or anklets unable to be removed. There's also the matter of wedding rings, and how much trouble an app like TF-U would be in if married couples lost these bands in the process of transforming. 

"And is Patton still... aware?" Roman wonders, running one of his hands across the frog's face. 

Virgil nods, and pulls up Patton's profile. "There's a section here that consistently tells you his current mood. Uh... but this is a sex app, so most of the moods will be... well, sexual." 

Remus yanks Patton away from Janus, and shamelessly stuffs the fat frog between his thighs, squishing the plushie's face. "What's his current mood?" 

Virgil's face is red as he reads out "embarrassed," before he clicks his phone. Immediately, the transformation is reversed, and Patton grows back into his full size. Immediately, he falls atop Remus, who is smothered beneath Patton's fat, hairy stomach. 

Patton's face is flush with a mixture of timidness and embarrassment. Though he feels Remus squirming beneath him, Patton doesn't sit up immediately, and instead turns to look at Virgil who's in the process of gathering up his clothes. "So uh," Patton croaks, his voice thick with sheepish resolve, "I suppose the app isn't a scam..." 

"Not in the slightest," Janus hums, already pulling his phone open to the app's home screen. 

"Here," Virgil says, as he pockets his phone and passes Patton his clothes. "That's the one drawback, I guess. You always reform naked." 

As Patton sits up and accepts his shirt, boxers, and shorts, Remus gasps for air. His face is red with sweat that's already begun to form on his brow from being trapped beneath Patton's hot body for just a few minutes. "That hardly sounds like a bad thing," Remus pants, as his hands shamelessly grope Patton's big thighs which are still unintentionally straddling Remus's lithe hips. "I'm certainly not complaining. It's fucking hot!" 

"That's not the only thing that's hot," Roman immediately segues, as though trying to spare Patton the humiliation of having to fend Remus away from his cock while he struggles to get his underwear back on. "Is it just me, or is our air conditioner practically nonexistent?" 

"I think it feels nice," Janus sighs, "it's not often you guys let it get toasty in here." 

"As if your room isn't the stuffiest room in the house," Virgil argues. "But I'm inclined to agree. It's fucking hot. Did somebody mess with the thermostat?" 

 Janus smirks slightly. "I haven't. But I totally should have." 

Patton squeals as he rolls away from Remus, who immediately starts whining as soon as Patton's khakis are up and buckled back around his waist. "We- uh- we could probably sit outside today! If it's this hot inside, then it's nice enough to use our pool!" His hand pushes against Remus's face, keeping Remus an arms length of way as Remus flails towards Patton's bulge, urging Patton to squeeze his eyes shut. "After being transformed I... uh... I also feel very hot." 

"I can make you feel hotter!" Remus exclaims, but he's swiftly grabbed by the back of his collar and gagged as he's tugged backwards. Janus stands behind him, holding Remus's balled up shirt tightly. 

"Show some restraint, you deviant," Janus judges him, "and go get ready to swim. Having a pool day sounds utterly refreshing." 

"As if you'll even get in," Roman mutters. "You're such a priss around water." 

"God forbid a man would rather get tan than wet." 

"You'll get just as tan swimming as you will sunbathing," Roman argues, as he steps over his brother who's pouting on the floor. 

Janus just rolls his eyes, and flicks Roman's nose. "Keep being such a sass and you'll have to put on your own sunscreen," he threatens, which has Roman promptly shutting up and scurrying out of the room, supposedly to go fetch his bathing suit. 

Patton stands, and cracks his back. "I'll take a minute to bring some snacks out," he sighs. "I think gathering up chips and ice cream will help me steady myself anyway. Being transformed is surprisingly disorienting." 

"I can imagine," Janus muses. 

Virgil smiles as he takes Patton's hand. "I'll help prep some sandwiches. Remus, do you want to go grab the cooler from the garage? That way we can keep everything outside without it all spoiling?" 

Grumbling as Janus releases him, Remus also pushes himself to his feet. "I suppose," he spits, "but if you guys take too long coming outside, I'll drag your clothed asses into the pool with or without the snacks in your hands." 

"Noted." Virgil shoves Remus to the door. "We'll make it quick." And he means it, too. They've lost far too many turkey sandwiches and Doritos because of Remus's impatience. Remus sprints out to the garage as Patton and Virgil make their way to the kitchen, though Janus stops them just a few paces short of the staircase. 

"Should I invite Logan?" he asks, which immediately has Virgil flushing and Patton lighting up with excitement.

"Absolutely!" Patton insists. "He's probably burning up in his room! A nice dip in the pool could be just what he needs!" 

"That's if he even decides to join us," Virgil sighs, before releasing Patton's hand and heading downstairs. "Let us know what he says, I guess, but I kind of already have a suspicion he won't be heading outside anytime soon." 

Patton hastily joins Virgil on the bottom floor, cooing "don't be so negative, Virgil! You never know!" before the two of them disappear into the kitchen. 

Janus doesn't get his hopes up. Frankly, he's not even asking for Logan's benefit. In fact, he holds his phone with the screen upright, with the TF-U app already preemptively open as he knocks. There's shuffling on the other side before the door opens slightly, with Logan standing in pajamas looking like he's sweltering. 

"Good morning," Logan greets him, even though it looks like Logan himself has had the exact opposite. "Did I miss breakfast?" 

"You did," Janus affirms, stepping into Logan's room despite not being invited, "but that's not why I'm here. Everyone's getting ready to go swimming. Want to join us?" 

"I just woke up." 

Janus represses a laugh. "I can see that. I'm sure splashing in a cold pool will help wake you fully." 

"Is everyone already outside?" 

"Patton and Virgil are preparing lunch, but both of the twins should be fighting over the big squirt gun by now." Janus's nails tap the back of his phone. "Nobody'll get in until I bring the sunscreen out, though. At least nobody but Remus. He doesn't care about getting burnt." 

"Hm." Logan grabs his shirt by the bottom, and shakes it slightly, urging air up and against his chest. His room was next to Janus's, on the side of the hallway with the least amount of airflow. While Janus found the heat nice, Logan absolutely did not. But he doesn't acknowledge his discomfort as he instead just wipes the sweat from beneath his glasses and says "you might want to go keep an eye on him then." 

Raising an eyebrow, Janus clarifies "does this mean you won't be joining us outside?" 

"Probably not." Logan sits on the edge of his bed, and muffles a yawn with his knuckles. "I was up late on a conference call. I should review the meeting notes today." 

"It's a weekend. Don't you have weekends off?"

Logan nods. "I do. But that doesn't mean I have free time. It's like studying for tests at school. You have to dedicate personal time to work if you want to succeed." 

Janus pulls his phone closer to his body. "Is there anything I could do to get you to reconsider? Perhaps bribe you with sweet treats or convince you with the claim that the Vitamin D will be good for your body...?" 

Surprisingly, Logan's cheeks go pink. Janus can see embarrassment creeping through him, but has no idea as to why. 

"Well, uh, technically," Logan starts, stuttering so unprofessionally that Janus briefly wonders how exhausted Logan really is. It takes him a moment to steady his voice before Logan's shaking his head. "I... I don't think so. Sorry." Though, as he tugs at his collar, he adds "but... if you get any ideas... feel free to try them out." He's a bit ashamed of himself for being reminded of Virgil's previous encounter with him - the one where he was turned into a controller out of the blue - because surely that won't become a common occurrence amongst Logan's roommates. But still, he finds himself a bit more awake than he was a few minutes ago, and a little more interested in Janus's presence than he should be.

Slowly, Janus's mouth stretches into a grin, and Logan shivers at the glee Janus exudes. "That's convenient, because I did have an idea or two on how to get you down there..." Janus says, oblivious to the way Logan's eyes flicker down towards Janus's phone, a mixture of nervousness and excitement overtaking Logan's countenance. "Stand up for me, won't you?" 

Logan does, quite fast, in fact. 

Janus's phone is pointed at Logan's body as though his picture is being taken, and his body is scanned into Janus's phone. Janus takes his time creating a cute little profile on Logan's behalf, but doesn't let Logan see it. But Logan doesn't have to see it. He's not stupid. He knows what Janus is doing, because he's been through it once before. 

"I will need your permission to try it out, of course," Janus then says. "A simple affirmation to prove you're truly okay with me getting a bit... creative."  

"Go ahead," Logan immediately states, perhaps a bit too eagerly. "I'm... uh... curious to know what methodology you believe will convince me." 

Janus can't help the sly smile he wears as his phone accepts Logan's consent without question. He then navigates over to the items menu, where there's a convenient tab listed "Summer Items." 

Janus clicks it solely to browse, debating over what item would be the most fun to turn Logan into. They're going to be outside... Some basic options hit Janus before anything else. Sunscreen, a swimsuit, a pool floatie... but Janus doesn't want anything basic. He wants something that'll be an active, all-day participant in their pool time! It'd be no fun to just have one of them using Logan or for him to be quickly discarded when they all could be around him for hours! 

Popsicle catches Janus's eye right before he scrolls down. Janus stares at it, glances up at Logan, and then taps his thumb against his screen. 

"Just a quick question," Janus begins, as he checks off "Custom Design" just as he watched Virgil do when transforming Patton. There's a question about quantity at the bottom, which makes sense considering boxes of popsicles typically come with multiple in them. "How many popsicles would you say comes in a typical box?" 

Logan thinks for a moment, before answering "six." 

"Six it is," Janus mumbles, as he sets the number to that amount. "Nice. Enough for each of us to have one. And then have one extra." 

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Logan inquires "have one of what?" to which Janus smiles openly. 

"Popsicles, of course. That you'll graciously be providing." Janus confirms the transformation, and watches with half-lidded eyes as Logan becomes shaky on his feet, and begins to shrink. "With your body, of course. Don't worry; apparently this app said any sort of damage or death of the transformed person isn't permanent, which I assume extends to digestion." 

Logan's head swells with heat and dizziness as he feels his form compact once more. But instead of being one solid item, he feels strangely split into six different items, which is disorienting on a whole other level. His consciousness is somehow in all of them at once, with him being aware of each different freezing cold body he's been turned into. And furthermore, he's only the popsicle. The plastic wrapper around him and the box around that are both extras that Logan has no idea how to explain. And with his actual transformed body being trapped beneath two layers of packaging, Logan's left both blind and helpless to Janus's ideas, and can really only internally yelp in surprise when his six bodies are suddenly jostled as the box he's in is lifted from the pile of clothes left behind on the ground. 

"Aw," Janus purrs, his voice sounding muffled to Logan, "they even gave your body a cute design. Loganberry flavored. Isn't that neat?" 

Janus holds the box up to his face, wondering if it'll be too obvious to the others what he's done. While he doesn't particularly care if they know, he's not all that interested in telling them. 

The popsicle box has no clear references to Logan other than the name, but the fact Logan himself had a name akin to that of a sweet berry was just a coincidence, and with Logan's fondness for Loganberry-flavored things, Janus could always just claim Logan bought them for himself but said he was willing to share. 

"You have a cute little logo too," Janus sighs. "This app must be expensive as hell to maintain due to the quality of their transformations. No wonder Remus was boasting about paying the subscription price." He tucks the popsicles under his arm, and makes sure to close Logan's door behind him before heading to his room. 

Changing into his bathing suit is swift and easy, and then he heads downstairs. 

He's lucky to find Virgil and Patton have already left the kitchen and headed outside. Janus can see them all along the edge of the pool through the glass double-doors, no doubt all waiting for Janus to come with the sunscreen. Janus himself snorts as he fetches it from the bathroom, before standing in the kitchen and glancing around to make sure he doesn't need anything else. Then, he steps outside.

It's just as hot by the pool as it is indoors, and Janus sighs happily as the sun settles against his skin. "I grabbed sunscreen," Janus declares, as he wiggles the bottle in front of his four lovers as though it's a treat he's teasing them with. 

Remus's eyes immediately stare at the box Janus is holding. "What's that?" he asks, teetering on the edge of the pool as though he was moments away from throwing himself into it if Janus hadn't come out when he did. 

Janus feigns oblivion. "What's what? The sunscreen? Oh come on, Remus, you know what sunscreen is-" 

"The box!" Remus interrupts, stomping his bare foot against the rough ground. "What's in the box?" 

"Oh! This!" Janus holds up the box of popsicles, jostling Logan's many bodies inside. "It's a box of popsicles. Logan said we could eat them as an apology for not joining us today." 

Inside the box, Logan feels a weird sense of humidity settle over him. The sun beats against the box, being absorbed into the cardboard and trapped within the enclosed space. Logan feels what's similar to a bead of sweat rolling around one of his popsicle forms, and itches to wipe it away, though he's left completely unable. 

"'Loganberry,'" Roman reads, before smiling sweetly. "Aw. They're his favourite flavor!" 

Patton sits up on the beach stretcher he was previously scrawled across, staring at the icy treats with wide eyes. "And... and he's willing to share with us? I mean, I know how he gets around his jam." 

"That's just because you guys can't be trusted not to use up his supply," Virgil huffs. "Logan's generosity isn't surprising." 

"Neither is his physical absence," Roman mutters, which has Virgil elbowing him in the side. When he sees Virgil's glare, he sighs out "sorry," before waving Janus towards the cooler. "I'm very grateful Logan decided to at least give us something resembling him. It's almost like he's here with us right now..." Roman clasps his hands together and closes his eyes, dramatically twisting back and forth like a maiden daydreaming about their knight in shining armor. 

 Janus steps around him to get to the cooler. Remus crouches down next to him, stopping Janus before he can just stuff the whole box into the ice.

"Take them out of the box," Remus snorts, scratching his groin around his skin-tight speedo. "They're not going to fit otherwise." 

Janus narrows his eyes. "You're just looking to grab one now." 

Remus's bottom lip juts out in a dramatic pout. "So what if I am? I'm starved, and you're taking too long to pass us the sunscreen!" 

Shoving the sunscreen bottle in Remus's hands, Janus pointedly says "there, now shoo. I know what I'm doing." 

Remus grumbles a few choice words as he throws the sunscreen towards Virgil, who immediately uncaps it and begins smearing the white lotion along his body. He uses the least amount of it due to his swim shirt and knee-length trunks covering most of his body, and then goes to pass the bottle to Roman. But Roman, being the priss he is, refuses to take it. 

"Janus promised he'd apply it for me," Roman huffs, and then directs Virgil towards Patton. 

"Princess," Virgil mutters under his breath, as he trades Patton the sunscreen for a bottle of water. He takes a sip, and then sits down at the edge of the pool, dipping his legs into the water as he waits for everyone else to be ready. Roman sticks his tongue out at Virgil's back. 

As Patton recruits Remus's eager hands in helping him lather up his own body with sunscreen (which conveniently allows him to get at least a bit of the stuff on Remus's skin, considering Remus likely would shimmy away from every other attempt to get him to take proper precautions), Janus works on opening up the box of popsicles per Remus's suggestion. 

The cooler was halfway filled with ice, and then further stocked with bottles of water and sandwiches zipped up in plastic bags. A few half-eaten bags of chips were leaning against the side of the cooler, but in the shade to prevent them from cooking. There's not a lot of space left in the cooler, but six popsicles aren't going to prevent the lid from being able to close, so it'll be fine.

"I'm dumping the popsicles onto the top, so if you guys grab drinks or anything be careful not to crush them," Janus warns, as he finally overturns the box and dumps the packaged popsicles onto the ice. 

The feeling of vertigo Logan experiences is so intense due to quite literally falling has him breathless, but it's really the cold ice pressing against his body that's overwhelming him. He knows that he himself is cold, and while he feels cold it sort of just feels normal, the same way that even though your internal body temperature is high, you don't constantly feel like you're boiling. But he does feel the ice through the plastic, and it feels intense. 

Furthermore, jagged cubes press differently against each of his six bodies, creating different poking and prodding sensations into his form. And he can't even wiggle to get more comfortable, because he can't move at all. 

Light flows through the plastic packaging, and Logan thinks he can see shadows moving atop him, but very shortly thereafter he hears the cooler lid shut loudly and he's once again left completely in darkness. 

As Patton finishes up with the sunscreen, Janus plucks it from Patton's hands and guides Roman over to a stretcher of his own, which Roman prettily lays down on. Janus pours a handful of sunscreen into his palms and rubs them together, before he moves to straddle Roman's hips and slowly begin rubbing the sun-protection lotion into Roman's body, starting with his pecs of course. 

Roman wiggles happily as Janus's fingers slide over his muscles, as Remus shouts "get a room!" seconds before throwing himself into the pool. In the process he splashes Virgil completely with water, with a few extra droplets hitting both Roman and Patton. 

Grumbling in annoyance, Virgil immediately scolds Remus when he eventually emerges from the deep, but his complaints get him forcibly dragged into the pool too, soaking him thoroughly. 

Patton takes a big drink from Virgil's water bottle before he heads to the pool and wades inside using the stairs like they should, with Roman looking on enviously. 

Janus snorts at the impatience written clearly across Roman's countenance. "Don't start pouting now," Janus teases, "you're the one that wanted me to rub sunscreen into you." 

"You're going slow," Roman whines. 

"I'm being thorough," Janus counters. "If you ended up burning, we'd never hear the end of it! And then you'd be begging me to apply aloe vera to your sensitive skin instead." Janus slides off Roman, urges him to roll onto his front, and then settles back on Roman's body as though sitting on Roman was his god-given right. "You should be thanking me for making sure you're well taken care of. Unlike Remus, who's going to look like a boiled lobster by the end of this." 

Roman grimaces. "Gross." 

"I agree. It is gross. Which is why you don't want to end up peeling." 

Janus finishes his slathering of sunscreen over Roman's body by adding some to Roman's face after Roman’s pulled to sit back upright, before Janus is kissing the tip of his nose and promptly kicking him off the beach stretcher he was on in order to take Roman's place. 

Sunscreen is lightly lathered over his own skin and scales with no help from anyone (as everyone aside from Janus had already dipped into the pool), and then Janus is stretching out happily and letting himself bask in the hot sun. 

Occasionally he's splashed with a bit of water, and at some point Remus grabs the big squirt gun and drenches Janus's chest in pool water, but with just how hot it is outside Janus dries off quickly. He rolls onto his back, then back onto his chest, and then back and forth as his body is cooked by the afternoon sky. Everyone else is just as hot, even in the cold pool. 

Roman repeatedly dips himself under the water to prevent too much sweat from building up on his face, and Virgil complains a little less whenever Remus decides to spray him just because of how relieving it is. 

"At this point, I'm half tempted to pour the cooler's ice in here," Patton huffs, sitting in the shallow end of the pool. His upper shoulders and head are all that remain out of the water, and he's repeatedly wiping his forehead to sprinkle water along his cheeks. His glasses are speckled with fresh droplets that he doesn't bother trying to rub away. 

"Don't do that," Virgil replies, even though he knows Patton didn't really mean it. Our sandwiches would rot in minutes." 

"And the water would boil in their bottles!" Roman laments, moments before Remus is jumping onto his back and dragging Roman deep into the water. They emerge and sink repeatedly, wrestling in the water and creating plenty of waves that crash over Virgil and Patton's idle figures. At some point Remus is hit in the head with his squirt gun as Roman wrangles it away, and then he gets a face full of water when he breaches the surface. 

Coughing, Remus splutters "no fair!" before messily splashing over to the edge of the pool. He lifts himself onto the ledge as his speedo slips halfway down his ass, with everyone immediately complaining about being mooned (as if whether Remus's swimsuit was on or off mattered when it came to hiding his privates). But Remus just blows a raspberry towards them as he shamelessly adjusts his swimsuit, before kneeling by the cooler. 

"Are you really going to eat already?" Patton inquires, swimming over to the edge of the pool so he can rest against it. "I only made one sandwich for each of us so we didn't spoil supper. Roman said he wanted to make that stuffed chicken tonight..." 

"It might be better to save it for another hour or so," Virgil adds. 

But instead of grabbing a cold sandwich, Remus's hand tightly curls around a popsicle instead. "Who said I wanted a sandwich?" he huffs, as he tosses his wet body onto the stretcher right next to Janus, who rolls onto his side to watch Remus tear into the popsicle's plastic covering with his teeth. "I just want something to help me cool off." 

Logan goes from feeling suffocated as Remus's hand squeezes tightly around his icy form to suddenly gasping as he's set free from the wrapper around him. It's quite a dramatic shift, as Logan's no longer blind nor muffled to the world around him. He can see Remus clearly, and hear his shrill voice as it echoes over him. 

It's once he's free that Logan realizes he's the popsicle himself, and not the stick wedged inside of him, which was a feeling he didn't even notice until Remus pinches the wood. With how hot it is, Logan begins to melt immediately, and it causes the popsicle stick to loosen inside of him, making Logan moan as it's shifted around. It's as though it's actually pushed into his hole, making him feel pleasantly satisfied and complete, the way a popsicle wouldn't be complete without its stick. 

Remus holds the popsicle up, inspecting the dark bluish-purple ice, before he turns to Janus and asks "do you think shoving this up my ass would give me frostbite?" 

Janus immediately frowns, as Logan's mind freaks as he hears the idea. "Do not shove that up your ass," Janus chastens, which would have Logan letting out a sigh of relief if he could.  

As his bottom lip juts out in a dramatic pout, Remus whines "you never let me have any fun." 

Still, he seems to listen to Janus (for once), and brings the popsicle to his mouth instead. 

The first sensation Logan experiences is Remus's hot breath as it wafts across his form. It doesn't smell particularly great, especially at Logan's current size, but he's not surprised. And thankfully the sensation feels good enough for Logan to get past the scent. 

The hot air Remus is exhaling causes Logan to feel like his entire body is sweating, and a bead of melted ice rolling down his icy body feels like sweat doing the same. 

The way Logan feels is both arousing and disorienting, as his primary focus is here in Remus's hand, moments away from entering Remus's mouth, but five other consciousnesses exist in the five other popsicles still being chilled in the cooler. And the fact he's in both places at once creates an interesting, contrasting temperature dynamic, where Logan simultaneously feels like he's melting alive (since he quite literally is), and also freezing up. 

If he focuses, he can divert most of his senses to the popsicle Remus has, and that's exactly what he's doing. 

It feels like Remus is moving so slow, but he eventually ends up shoved into Remus's mouth way faster than Logan's ready for. Half of Logan's stiff body is immediately enveloped by Remus's humid mouth, with Remus's facial hair scratching his lower half and Remus's sharp teeth puncturing his midsection. And while these things would normally be painful, they're anything but in this situation. 

As Remus's tongue slides over his body, licking over the melting ice, Logan feels like his entire actual body is being overwhelmed by Remus's tongue. The heat in Remus's mouth makes him sweat, and though Remus's teeth are biting him to hold him tight, it also just feels like Logan's being given a love-bite preluding a hickey. 

Remus sucks obscenely on the popsicle, before biting down hard, and pulling half of it away. 

Virgil cringes instinctively, and a shiver runs through his body. "I hate when you bite ice cream and stuff. It makes my teeth hurt." 

"It makes my teeth hurt, too," Remus reveals, chewing the ice with his mouth open, "that's why I do it." 

Logan's mind goes blank as he's split in two, with half of his body dripping down onto Remus's fingers and the other half being gnashed between Remus's teeth, and he immediately tries to cry and squirm as it feels like half of his body is being overstimulated. The chewing, the licking, and being swallowed all make Logan feel so good, even if Logan's worried about where he's heading next. 

Though half of him is still intact, the other half quickly ends up gulped down Remus's throat, and Logan's left dizzy as he feels his form shift from solid to liquid as he's chewed and melted into slush, and then quickly dropped from Remus's mouth into his stomach. 

The trip isn't tight or slow, but instead swift as his liquid form easily slides down Remus's neck and into the pool of acid awaiting him. 

The tingling Logan experiences is intense, as his entire body is subjected to being broken down and absorbed at a fast rate, which to him feels like insatiable buzzing he's unable to escape from. He'd cry if he could - beg to be treated a bit more gently because this is just too much, but he doesn't get a choice in the matter. And thanks to being a newfound liquid, he's digested quite easily, which feels orgasmic in his final moments before that part of him goes completely black. 

With that half of the popsicle no longer existing in a form Logan's consciousness can stick to, Logan's focus is suddenly snapped to the other half of the popsicle that's tasting the mixture of chlorine and sweat that's staining Remus's hand. 

"You're making a mess," Janus scolds, though his eyes are fixed on Remus's treat. 

Remus snorts in amusement, before grossly dragging his tongue between the crevices of his fingers, licking up the sticky mess Logan's made as he's mostly melted. Then, he bites down on the popsicle stick and uses his teeth to slide the rest of Logan's body into his mouth. 

Logan internally whines as he feels the stick pulled out of him, but the loss of pleasure he experiences there is quickly made up for by the pleasurable sensation of Remus's tongue and teeth working over him yet again. He's chewed and swallowed, and again left feeling overwhelmed and ecstatic when digestion resumes once more, but when that half of him is gone, Logan finds he can still focus on Remus. 

He feels Remus's fingers flex and rub the juice from the popsicle into the palm of his hand, and then against his pelvis as Remus scratches his happy trail. It seems like a lot of Logan had melted onto Remus's skin. 

"Damn, that popsicle was actually kind of good," Remus states, licking the excess juice from his lips. "I didn't know Logan had good taste." 

"How similar does it taste to his jam?" Roman asks, as he swims out to a pool floatie and throws himself atop it. He smooths out his wet hair before settling back on the inflatable. "Because I remember his jam being delicious." 

Remus thinks for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah. It's similar." 

"Just not the same?" Patton asks for clarification.

Rolling his eyes, Remus huffs "it's a damn popsicle. Of course it's not the same as some jelly. Eat one yourself if you want to know so bad." He then stands, tosses the popsicle stick carelessly onto the ground, and wipes both of his hands along his thighs. Logan is partially smeared against Remus's leg hair, but that doesn't end up mattering as very shortly thereafter Remus sprints towards the pool, and cannonballs in, splashing Roman in the process and nearly overturning his pool floatie. 

Logan meanwhile finds his body immediately dispersed into the chlorine, which eats at him similarly to how Remus's stomach acid did, but leaves a worse taste in his mouth. This time - as if it wasn't his purpose to be torn about by chlorine chemicals - he doesn't feel pleasurable release as he dissipates. He feels horribly edged. 

And that need to release paired with his inability to stays with him as his consciousness transfers back to one of the remaining five popsicles still in the cooler. 

No longer being melted by the sun or digested in a hot stomach, a mental shiver runs down Logan's chilled body as he's once again forced to focus on the ice poking into him through his plastic wrapper. He already misses being out of the cooler and out of his casing. 

It's almost embarrassing craving being consumed, especially because Logan doesn't actually know if he'll regenerate from this. 

Because surely having your physical matter broken down and digested would be irreversible, even for an app that's able to restructure your molecules into different items. But Janus said it should be fine, and frankly if this is how Logan dies, then fuck he'll die feeling good. 

He misses being sucked on, and has to acknowledge that a popsicle's purpose is to be consumed. It's only natural for him to want the thing he's made for to occur. 

He wonders who will take a bite out of him next. Maybe Janus? He's the one who did this, after all, and surely he must be getting hot in the sun. Or Patton; he seemed a bit too inquisitive about Logan's taste to not be the least bit curious! 

But to his surprise, he hears Virgil's voice getting steadily louder up until the unmistakable sound of the cooler opening fills his ears. 

"You made that popsicle look so good, Remus," Virgil sighs, as he grabs both a popsicle and a sandwich from the cooler, even though he'd originally agreed that waiting a bit longer before eating would be better. Excitement ripples through Logan's body as Virgil carries him with care towards a stretcher laying in the shade (and far enough away from the pool to keep him safe from the twins' splashing). "Which is odd, because typically when you eat I'm unable to stomach anything for the next hour." 

"Bitch," Remus insults, seconds before he dips back under the water. 

Still, Virgil has to hold himself back from digging straight into the icy treat, deciding it's best to eat his sandwich first. 

His turkey sandwich has been made to his liking (lucky for all of them Virgil and Patton had the foresight to label each plastic bag based on everyone's preferences), and Virgil finds he hungers for it just as much as he does the popsicle. But he can't stop thinking about how good the cold, sweet ice will be in his mouth. And even though the sandwich tastes good, Virgil just wants the popsicle. And he wants it now. 

He chews through his sandwich faster than he typically would, wiping his mouth free of bread crumbs as soon as he's swallowed down the last of it, before carefully tearing the plastic away from the ice lolly. 

This time Logan's not immediately blasted by the hot sun, and finds the cool shade is quite a nice difference. 

Virgil holds his stick high enough up that his nails lightly scratch the bottom of Logan's popsicle body. And though Logan braces himself for what he assumes will be a quick bite as soon as he's set atop Virgil's tongue, he finds that sudden breakage never comes. 

Virgil doesn't devour him quickly, but instead savors him intensely, sucking on the very tip of Logan's form and swallowing down the small amount of juice that's pulled from the ice with each lick. It's incredibly different from the rather fast and rough consumption he'd experienced with Remus, but Logan likes this just as much. It feels more sensual, and just as good. 

It's like getting a blowjob almost, except Logan's cock is his entire body, and all of it feels amazing. 

"Damn," Virgil mumbles as he pulls the popsicle away from his lips. A string of indigo-tinted spit connects Logan's form to Virgil's tongue. "This is really good. Like... better than I thought it'd be, even." 

Janus - who had gone back to tanning - suddenly looks over. "Yeah? How good?" 

"Good enough that I can hardly believe they look like a kid's treat. How much did they cost? Like... five dollars for the box?" 

"Less than that..." Janus hums. "Or more. Depending on how you look at it." 

Virgil scoffs, not digging deeper into Janus's cryptic words and instead muttering "you don't know the answer. Logan bought these. Maybe I should ask him..."

Sitting up a bit straighter, Janus reaches over to grab Virgil's wrist, which nearly causes Virgil to drop the popsicle. "There's no need to go and bother Logan now," Janus smoothly insists. "We can always ask him some other time... like when we're not soaking wet." He scrunches his nose at the water rubbing into his palm, but Virgil just rolls his eyes. 

"Fine. But these might be a good snack to have around the house. Especially with how grueling summer's been so far." 

"You and Remus both have been talking up these popsicles... You're making me want to try them!" 

Virgil's tongue slides over the underside of his popsicle as he drinks up a few melted beads of juice. "Then go grab your own! Don't think I can't see the way you're eyeing up my popsicle. Back off." He hisses at Janus as he tears his hand away, further fighting when Janus playfully tries to wrestle the treat from Logan's hand, but eventually relents and stands to go fetch his own. 

Logan's mind spins from being jostled around so roughly, but he's quickly forced to confront a new experience - that being two intense sensations being inflicted on him at the same time. 

Because while Virgil continues to slowly lick and suck his steadily melting body, Janus grabs a fresh version of him from out of the cooler, and being unwrapped properly splits his focus between the two popsicles (with the back of his mind remaining among the crushed ice, cooled water, and chilled sandwiches). He's no longer able to direct most of his senses and mind to just one popsicle, and now is stuck in an unreal scenario where he's receiving double the pleasure because he has two bodies. 

Half of him is pressed between Virgil's lips as Virgil grabs his phone from a nearby shaded table, scrolling through it absentmindedly as he lets himself spend a bit outside of the pool. A chill runs through him from the cooling water as he sits in the shadow of their house, as Logan's pumped back and forth against his tongue. His other body - now freed from its wrapper - is held by Janus. Janus just stares at him for a moment, observing him. Logan can see his eyes shining with recognition, and a smirk tugging at his lips. 

"It does look delicious," Janus sighs, his mouth mere centimeters from Logan's body. Logan mentally shudders as Janus's breath cascades over him. 

And when Janus finally decides to taste him? 

He feels Janus's forked tongue wrap around the tip of his icy body as Virgil pushes more of his melting, thinning form against his tongue, overwhelming Logan with the feeling of being licked. Both their tongues glide easily over him, savoring and sampling his loganberry flavor. Janus only tastes his tip, before he guides the treat back to his molars, which he uses to break a small piece off. 

He lets out an intentional but totally wholesome moan of enjoyment as he swallows down the juicy ice. "Wow," he sighs, making sure Logan's never pulled too far away from his mouth, "these are good. Mind handing me my phone?" 

"Sure." Virgil pulls his own popsicle out of his mouth as he reaches to grab Janus his own cell. With this motion, Janus can see that half of Virgil's ice lolly has been sucked to a small point that'll be nothing but a mixture of juice and saliva upon a few more licks. "What're you going to do? Doomscroll for a bit?" 

"I'm going to... research these popsicles a bit more," Janus sweetly responds, though his "research" includes him clicking onto the TF-U app, and navigating to Logan's profile. "Maybe this brand makes other loganberry flavored treats. It does seem to be niche, doesn't it? And we both know how much Logan would love more loganberry flavored snacks."

His eyes quickly find the mood section, where Janus is more than amused to find Logan's mood reads "Hot." 

Whether it means temperature-wise or internal-wise, Janus has to repress a snicker. He stares at the screen for a second, pleased to find Logan's mood constantly flickers between a few bright green words that seemingly align with both Virgil and Janus's licking, those words being "Aroused," "Desperate," "Orgasmic," and then back to "Hot." 

 "If not, I'm sure we could always make some," Virgil then responds, snapping Janus's attention away from his phone. Janus quickly turns his cell off and sets it by his legs, before smiling at the way Virgil blushes and turns his head away. "Maybe we can lure him out of his room with the promise of freshly-baked food." 

"He does enjoy home-cooked meals over takeout. Perhaps we can recruit Roman in expanding our baking endeavors." 

Roman - who's swam to the side of the pool by now - lifts himself from the water and looks around. It's clear he's heard his name, but doesn't want to admit he was listening for it. "Not to interrupt or anything," he starts, though it's clear he wanted to do exactly that, "but did we remember to bring towels outside?" 

Virgil's eyes dart around the beach chairs and the edge of the pool before he shakes his head. "Doesn't look like it. Ugh." 

"Don't worry," Janus immediately soothes him, "I'll run inside and grab a few." He stands, and then holds his popsicle outstretched towards Roman. "Roman, would you be a dear and keep my popsicle safe while I fetch them?" 

Immediately, Roman scrambles to get out of the water. "Of course!" he insists, as he carefully plucks the stick from Janus's hands, and then moves to sit on the end of Virgil's stretcher. He avoids Janus's because he doesn't want to get it wet, nor does he want to hold the popsicle in the intense sunlight. It still melts slowly, but at least it'll mostly be in one piece by the time Janus comes back outside. 

"I'll be quick!" Janus proclaims, before he heads back indoors, leaving Roman and Virgil holding their respective treats. 

As Virgil suddenly bites down on the pale, flavorless ice left over from his licking and sucking, Roman turns the popsicle back and forth in his hands. 

"Believe it or not, I've never seen a popsicle that's such a deep blue," he says, thinking back across the flavors he's tasted throughout his life. "There's dark purple for grape, and bright blue for blue raspberry, but never... indigo." 

"It is kind of an odd colour..." Virgil hums, as he uses his thumb to slide the bottom half of his popsicle up its stick. The feeling is like a dildo of some kind being pulled from Logan's body, which has him internally crying at the sensitive feeling, and then further whining at the emptiness he again experiences when he's fully pulled off the wood and settles fully on Virgil's tongue instead. Virgil swishes the chunk of sweet ice back and forth between his cheeks, coating Logan in loganberry-tainted saliva. It's weird to taste himself, even if it's a diluted form of himself, but he has to agree he tastes good. "But a lot of products use artificial colours to enhance the visual. So maybe it just has added dye in it."

A bead of juice rolls down Janus's popsicle and onto Roman's thumb. Roman instinctively licks it off, and then his face lights up as he licks his lips. 

"Oh wow!" he gasps, "this is... amazing!" 

Virgil sits up slightly, pinching the slush ice between his teeth as he replies "right!? It's not like... fake fruit flavor; it genuinely tastes like someone took the time to squeeze loganberry juice into finely crushed ice, and then shape it into individual popsicles." 

While that's not exactly what happened, Logan was finely crushed into a popsicle shape, so it was practically the same thing. 

"Ooo!" Roman squeals, "we could totally try making them at home! Snow cone makers are relatively cheap online, and you really only need them to crush the ice. If we find some loganberries, we can just juice them ourselves and drench the ice!" Drool seems to pool in the corner of Roman's mouth as he pictures doing just that. "And if those taste as delicious as this, then..." 

Virgil nudges Roman with his foot, laughing softly. "You haven't even properly tried a popsicle yet. You've just gotten a taste of Janus's."

"And that taste of Janus's has me half-tempted to just eat his right up!" Roman complains, watching closely as another droplet of juice lands on his skin. The moment it falls against his flesh, he licks it up, which has Virgil rolling his eyes. 

"I'm surprised you can even taste the juice when it's mixing with all that chlorinated water," Virgil grits. 

Roman frowns. "The chemicals are barely there. They're like... a background note." 

"It's probably dangerous to ingest." 

"I'm not gulping it down," Roman huffs, before turning to look over his shoulder at Remus, who's definitely swallowed down at least a few mouthfuls of pool water by now. "He's the one we should be worried about." 

"As if Remus isn't partially immune to poison considering all he's eaten throughout the years." The rest of Virgil's popsicle melts in his mouth, and he tilts his head back to swallow down the lukewarm juice, once again reducing Logan's consciousness to just a pile of liquid mixing in with Virgil's stomach acid. In this body that's slowly dissolving, he again feels the pleasurable release he's come to so desperately crave. 

There's the unfortunate sensation of being mixed with the remnants of a chewed-up sandwich, but Logan finds he can ignore that if he chooses instead to solely focus on his own physical feelings. Feelings of intense ecstasy and mind-breaking enjoyment overwhelm his liquid form until there's no liquid left for his consciousness to cling to. And again, he's roughly jerked into the popsicles that are still remaining, particularly the one Roman's holding. 

It's incredibly jarring feeling both yourself dying and yourself living. It's a sharp contrast that Logan feels only amplified his experience in Virgil's stomach, and one that would have him desperately pleading for Roman to just suck and lick him if he was able to speak at all. 

But Roman has class, and despite his own temptations would never betray Janus's trust by consuming the popsicle he was entrusted with protecting! Though by the time Janus comes back outside Roman looks as though he was ready to break at any moment. 

Janus sets a pile of towels onto the floor and then instantly gets his popsicle shoved back into his hands. 

"Take it!" Roman dramatically wails, "before I get lost in my own desires and take a real big bite!" 

Snorting, Janus shoves Roman's shoulder playfully. "Drama queen," he teases, as Roman quickly grabs a towel and begins to wipe himself clean of water. "Are you both done swimming today?" 

"God no," Roman rushes to answer. "Just taking a short snack break. Like Virgil." 

"Yeah, I'll get back in once my stomach settles." Virgil rubs his back deeper into his chair, getting comfortable for the time being. "That way I don't cramp and drown." He sets his hand on his stomach and massages his fingers into his swim shirt, pawing at the pudge that Virgil's lunch and popsicle had just been sent into. Though half of Logan's vision is partially obscured by Janus's mouth as Janus once again sucks Logan past his lips, the part of Logan that's still outside watches as Virgil kneads his gut, and Logan himself is incredibly aroused by the idea of him inside of Virgil. Of Virgil rubbing his own stomach in order to aid in Logan's digestion. And unaware of all of it. 

More of Logan is suddenly guided into Janus's mouth, as Janus's split tongue steadily licks over the length of Logan's icy form. His movements are unmistakably sensual, as if he can't keep himself from teasing Logan (which makes sense, considering he knows what the others don't), but Logan just internally moans at the idea Janus is treating him intimately. As intimately as one can treat a popsicle, that is. 

But Logan's not the only one who notices the rhythmic pumping of the popsicle past Janus's lips, as Roman's quickly turning his red face away. 

"Janus," Roman scolds, but his voice comes out a lot more pathetic than he intends it to. "You're being... lewd." 

Janus pulls Logan out of his mouth until just the tip of him remains. Then, Janus's teeth crack the melted ice, and the tip of Logan's body crumbles onto Janus's tongue. Roman shivers as Janus swallows down the small piece. "What do you mean?" Janus asks, batting his eyes innocently. "I'm just eating a popsicle. If your mind is crafting up explicit fantasies, then that seems like a you problem." 

Virgil rolls onto his side, observing Janus for a moment, before his feet push into Roman's thighs. "He's got a point. Maybe you're just horny." 

"I'm not-!" Roman immediately shoots up off the stretcher, with his towel falling from his lap and landing dejectedly on the floor. His outburst has Remus and Patton looking his way, and a stream of water being shot at him from the deep end of the pool before Roman can even react. Drenched once more in water by Remus's squirt gun, Roman's bottom lip juts out in a histrionic pout. In a quieter but more pronounced tone, Roman insists "I'm not horny. This would be an inappropriate situation to get horny in. And I don't appreciate your implications." 

Janus slowly slides his popsicle back into his mouth, locking eyes with Roman as he pushes the ice lolly completely into his throat before biting down on the wood stick and steadily dragging it back through his teeth, effectively separating Logan from his stick. 

Roman's face is bright red as Janus then holds Logan in his mouth for a mere few seconds, letting himself melt in the humid, enclosed space until he's soft, before swallowing down the stick of slush that's still barely intact. 

His throat bulges as his treat slides down it, and then a shudder courses through Janus, as Janus breathes out "wow. That was incredibly effective at cooling me off..." before snickering at Roman as he adds "though, it seems to have had the opposite effect on you." 

Roman's hands clasp tightly in front of his swim shorts. "You did that on purpose," Roman accuses, sounding more embarrassed than actually upset. 

As Janus licks his lips, he smiles knowingly, but doesn't justify Roman's fluster with any other response. 

Logan meanwhile gets to feel what it's like for his body to travel through Janus's while still being (mostly) in one piece. This time his transmission is a lot more cramped than it was with Remus or Virgil. Since he's still somewhat solid, and as such a generally large mass, Janus's throat squeezes and massages his form, compressing him into a compact ice chunk moments before he falls into Janus's stomach. 

Because he's not fully shifted forms, he gets to feel the intense tingling sensation as the acid breaks him down from the outside in. 

He'd be crying out of oversensitivity if he could as it feels like he's dissolved atom by atom. His mind is fuzzy with intense pleasure and searing heat, being overwhelmed by his own orgasmic release that comes in pulsating waves as he's slowly digested. It finally feels like he's able to ride out his climax because he's conscious for more of the digestion process than he was before, and he's addicted to it. 

So much so that when Logan's consciousness ends up back in the remaining three popsicles in the cooler, Logan internally sobs. 

He wants to be back in someone's mouth desperately, and he'd be begging if he had the ability to. 

Luckily, Roman seems to hear his pleas (though in reality Roman just wants to eat), as soon enough the cooler's being opened and Logan is being pulled out alongside a sandwich once again. 

Unlike Virgil - who'd settled himself in the shade - Roman chooses to sit in the sun, stretching out in a chair far enough away from Janus and Virgil to spare himself the embarrassment of being teased. 

Logan can hear him grumbling under his breath as he sets his sandwich on his lap atop the towel he's draped over his thighs, and chooses to open Logan up first and foremost. And while Logan would typically scold Roman for spoiling his lunch by snacking first, he honestly is just relieved he'll be consumed sooner rather than later. 

Roman glistens with a mixture of pool water and sweat as he's baked beneath the sun, and Logan begins to drip despite only being unwrapped for a few minutes. A bead of juice rolls down the length of his body, and then lands on Roman's own chest, mixing with a droplet of sweat that then travels down the curves of Roman's abs. That one drop of juice is like a singular thought of Logan's that's overwhelmed by the taste of Roman's body in the few seconds it can think before Roman wipes his stomach, and effectively wipes that bit of Logan away. 

Then, Logan's brought to Roman's mouth, pushed against Roman's tongue, and bitten. 

Half of the popsicle breaks apart and is held in Roman's cheek as Roman moans softly at the refreshing chill that runs through him. He doesn't chew or break the ice, and instead keeps Logan between his teeth as he lets the sweet ice melt at its own pace. 

To Logan, it's like he's being purposely teased, and his pleasure intentionally drawn out. 

Not being chewed means he doesn't get that pleasurable feeling of being broken. Not being sucked or licked means his body isn't actively stimulated. And though a little bit of juice is swallowed down every few seconds, there's not enough for Logan to have an exciting release. In fact, it instead feels like he's having a bunch of ruined orgasms, which is torturous enough that Logan would be crying out of frustration if he could. 

Still, it is hot outside, and hot in Roman's mouth, so eventually he begins to melt faster. And once he's a less compact rectangle of slush, Roman finally bites down. 

His teeth grind against the soft ice, swishing it back and forth in his mouth momentarily before he swallows it down. Then, as half of Logan's mind finally gets to have a half-decent orgasm, the other half is slid onto Roman's tongue for the process to begin again.

He slowly melts to nothing as he's steadily digested into nothing, with Logan begging for the rest of him to be gulped down before he's too far gone to enjoy the combined pleasure. But he doesn't get a say on what happens. He's just a popsicle. He's just a snack for Roman to enjoy however he pleases, and it seems Roman prefers taking it slow and soaking in the cold tingling of his tongue as his body absorbs the sun's heat. 

Still, Roman can only resist the temptation to savor Logan for so long, and eventually the chunk of Logan against his inner cheek is guided onto Roman's tongue, with him licking and breaking the ice into juice before eagerly swallowing it down. 

As the rest of Logan joins the initial half of his body just seconds too late, Roman pats his stomach. "Wow," he exhales, before licking his lips. 

He enjoys the lingering loganberry flavor as he watches Patton trudge out of the pool, gratefully accepting a towel from Virgil before he comes to sit by Roman. 

"Was the popsicle good?" Patton asks, ruffling his towel through his drenched curls. Water drips from Patton's hair onto his glasses, which Roman takes from him to wipe off as Patton focuses on drying his face. 

"Surprisingly, yes," Roman replies. "I always thought nothing could dethrone cherry popsicles, but... I stand corrected." 

"Woah," Patton exhales, "that's a huge compliment coming from you." 

Roman slides Patton's glasses back onto his face as he drags the cooler forward. "I mean it, too," he insists, as he pops the icy container open. "Honestly, if Logan had more than one box, I'd immediately grab another." 

"There is an uneven amount," Patton observes. Instead of reaching for an iced treat of his own, he grabs a bottle of water and his own labeled sandwich, which is piled high with excess meat. A few veggies peak out from the side, but hardly any compared to the slathered mayo and folded turkey. "Maybe since Logan himself won't be joining us, he wouldn't mind someone getting his last popsicle." 

"But it would be rather rude to take it from him, especially since he bought the box for himself and we've already eaten almost all of them." 

Patton frowns, but sighs. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But it wouldn't hurt to ask." 

In Logan's final moments in Roman's stomach - after listening to the muffled, reverberating voice coming from Roman and the even less understandable words spoken by Patton - he pleads with them to just eat whatever they'd like. But again, that's not a suggestion he's able to make, as he ends up back in the cooler, consciousness split between his remaining two bodies, left feverishly desperate to be used again. 

He can hear Roman and Patton making small talk, but again everything is muddled by the container and his wrapper. He can hardly focus on what they're saying anyway, as all his mind craves is to be unwrapped, sucked, swallowed, and digested. And he wants it bad. 

Both Patton and Roman enjoy their sandwiches at the same time, with Roman finishing his faster while Patton prefers to take it slow, before Roman stands up at the same time Virgil does. 

"Getting back into the pool?" Patton asks, as Roman lets his towel drift to the ground

"Yup. I'm getting hot." 

"Mind if I take your chair?" 

Roman bends down to kiss Patton's forehead. "All yours." Then, he jumps into the pool, with Virgil sliding in very soon after. 

Patton immediately hoists himself onto the beach stretcher, choosing to sit in the sun like Roman, instead of in the shade like Virgil, despite the fact his skin already looks quite pink. While the sunscreen might protect the others from burning, Patton was sure he'd at least be tender for a few days after this, but that was fine by him. He picks at his sandwich, truly in no rush to finish it, as he watches his three boyfriends all mess around in the water. 

Seemingly rejuvenated by his food break, Virgil's now more involved in Roman and Remus's squabbles, and is effectively able to wrangle away Remus's squirt gun to then use on Remus himself. Remus, of course, retaliates by trying to drown Virgil, which means Roman needs to pull them apart. 

After Virgil coughs up some water, Roman gets him settled atop a pool floatie which Roman then protects while Remus arms himself with a long pool noodle and chases them around the pool's perimeter. 

Patton chuckles a bit at their playing, and he and Janus end up talking a bit, though not much due to the space between them. After Patton's finished with his food, he opens up his water bottle, and drinks half of it down in just two big gulps. He lets his stomach settle for a moment before he drinks the rest of the bottle, and then reaches back towards the cooler. He grabs a couple pieces of ice to pop into his mouth and suckle on while he focuses on grabbing a popsicle for himself, leaving just one remaining. 

Logan immediately directs as much of his mind as he can to the popsicle being lifted, and he knows it's Patton that's holding him (both because he's the only one who hasn't indulged in a popsicle yet, and because of how recognizable Patton's large, warm hands are). 

His wrapper is peeled away, but instead of getting right into eating his popsicle Patton instead glances around for a trash can, only to find the majority of the wrappers balled up and set on one of their tables. Remus's wrapper meanwhile is blowing around in the wind, and Patton huffs as he stands up to grab them all. 

"We should have a... portable trashcan," Patton suggests to Janus as he gathers up the garbage. 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "Are we outside enough to need one?" 

"No... but it'd save me a trip indoors." Patton cracks his back as he stands up straighter, before adjusting his popsicle in his hand. "Though, I think I'm done swimming for now. All that playing has really put me in the mood for a nap." 

"Nap outside," Janus suggests. 

Patton laughs outright. "And burn to a crisp? You're too funny." He bends down to kiss Janus, whose eyes peek open to stare at the untouched popsicle in Patton's grasp, before Patton pulls away. "Honestly though, I might go on a grocery run. Do we have the stuff necessary for Roman's chicken?" 

"Not sure. Roman!" Janus calls, and Roman stops his swimming to tread over to the edge of the pool. "Yes?" 

"Do we already have the ingredients for your chicken?" 

Roman's face falls slightly. "No, we don't. I totally planned to go shopping before we got distracted out here. Ugh." Roman runs a stressed hand through his hair. "I can dry off and get ready to go-" 

"No, no," Janus immediately rushes to assure him, "Patton just offered to go. Do you think you can type up a list of what's needed?" 

Remus and Virgil join Roman at the edge of the pool, and before Roman can answer Remus interjects "I can just go with him. It's a family recipe, totally different from normal stuffed chicken. Plus, I need more lube." 

"Too much information, Remus!" Roman cringes, shuffling a little away from his brother. "But, I unfortunately must encourage this trip. It'll get you out of the pool, at least." 

"I'll make sure to take a piss in it before I go." 

"Gross!" Roman whines, as he and Virgil immediately lift themselves from the water, fully confident Remus will make good on his words. "Patton!" 

"Now, now," Patton scolds, bending down to literally pluck Remus from the pool. His angle is a bit weird considering neither of his hands are free, and so he's forced to lift Remus using his wrists and forearms, but he makes it work. Remus doesn't help him at all, and instead just grins as his knees drag against the concrete ground. A few drops of chlorine splash onto Logan, who is pleading to be acknowledged at all as the sun causes more and more of him to melt. A few slushy chunks of him melt right into the pool, where the chlorine quickly dissolves his mind into nothingness. "Don't taunt them, Remus. Go get dried off and dressed, and I'll meet you at the car." 

Though he lets out a series of dramatic complaints, Remus eventually stands and stretches. "Fine," he nasally responds, "but for being so discriminatory I won't be grabbing you anything from the snack aisle." 

Roman sticks his tongue out "I don't need your charity anyway."

"I do," Virgil immediately pipes up. "Can you grab me a Snickers bar?" 

"Sure," Patton answers on Remus's behalf, ruffling Virgil's hair as Remus ignores the pile of towels and focuses on grabbing his phone and then shamelessly stepping out of his speedo despite being outside. "Maybe I'll even stop by the frozen section and see if they have any more of Logan's popsicles, so he's not left without them." 

"Before you do any of that, you might want to focus on eating your own popsicle," Janus teases, directing Patton's attention back to the treat melting all over his hand. 

The majority of Logan's sticky form has leaked over Patton's fingers, with barely half of his original mass remaining on the sick. "Oh shoot!" Patton exclaims as he realizes, and scurries closer to the sliding glass doors that'll lead into the kitchen. Remus opens it and steps inside, and Patton follows him. "We'll be back soon! Love you guys!" 

"We love you too," Roman, Virgil, and Janus call back. 

As Remus runs on all fours up the stairs and to his room, Patton focuses on tossing the popsicle wrappers into the trash and then pausing for a moment to focus on eating his own treat. 

He's more than disappointed that over half of it has been wasted considering how good it looks, but just because Patton's missed out on some of the snack doesn't mean he has to let the rest of it escape him. So, Patton slides what's left of the popsicle into his mouth, easily being able to fit the remaining chunk past his lips. 

Logan finally feels some sort of pleasure after being left to torturously melt for so long. Now, he gets to melt against Patton's tongue, which licks curiously over him. His tastebuds slide against what's left of Logan's icy body, and swallows him down begrudgingly after he's nothing but juice. Then, he takes the time to individually suck the juice from each of his fingers, making sure all of Logan's sent down to his stomach together. 

The water Patton chugged down diluted his gastric acid slightly, but not by much, and not for long. So while Logan can still feel the tingling and electric sensation that comes with being digested, his mind takes a bit longer to melt. Meaning his orgasm feels long and drawn out, being steadily milked out of him piece by piece. He also gets more time to actually absorb the sensations that come with being in someone's stomach. The humidity that permeates the enclosed space, the stinging smell of acid and chewed food, and the overall claustrophobic feeling that settles onto Logan as gurgles and growls echo throughout Patton's gut. Then, he's digested fully, with his final fleeting thoughts being those of ecstasy incomparable to anything he's ever felt before right before what's left of his consciousness is directed to the final popsicle left in the cooler outside 

Logan once again finds his mind sequestered to the small cooler he's been redirected to multiple times already. He's always been here - in the back of his mind - even when he chose to push another popsicle's experience to the forefront, but now there was no escaping it. Now, he had to play the waiting game. 

And the waiting game was both incredibly easy and unbearably hard. 

It seems that with each popsicle consumed by the others, Logan's mind became less and less intact, leaving him nearly brainless and pleasure-addicted. This combination results in him being hyperaware of each second that goes by without any pleasure being given to his freezing body, and easily lost in his own fantasies about who would eat him next. 

Because they've all tried him. They've all sampled his flavor. And they've all liked him. So who would go back for seconds?

Virgil and Roman crowd around Janus as they wrap towels around their bodies and get comfortable in separate places, with Roman sitting on the beach stretcher next to Janus's own, and Virgil choosing to sit on his towel on the ground, leaning onto Janus’s seat. They hear Patton's car start and presumably pull out of the driveway, and can assume that both Patton and Remus (under Patton's guidance) have hung their swimsuits up in the bathroom to dry. 

With the two of them gone, Roman and Virgil decide they're done swimming too. 

"Are you sure you don't want to get in?" Roman asks, rubbing a hand up Janus's thigh. Janus's scales are hot to the touch, and Roman quickly winces as he pulls his fingers away, dramatically blowing on them to emphasize their temperature. "You feel like you could use a nice refresher." 

"No thanks," Janus answers, "the pool is far too cold. If we had a jacuzzi out here, however..." 

"In this weather?" Virgil sarcastically snorts, "you'd be cooked alive." 

Janus sighs happily. "I'd enjoy every minute of it." 

"I'd enjoy getting out of this sun," Virgil mutters. "Roman, could you grab me a water bottle from the cooler? And preferably a handful of ice?" 

Roman nods as he stands and grabs the entire cooler, moving it closer to all of them in preparation of eventually bringing it inside. When he opens it, his eyes go wide as he notices the last popsicle. Instinctively, he licks his lips, but forces himself to ignore it in favor of grabbing Virgil some ice and his water. 

Virgil, however, notices the treat too. 

"There's still one left?" he asks, looking between Janus, Roman, and the lone popsicle sitting amongst the uneaten sandwiches and extra water bottles. It sticks out despite the chips that have also been neglected, as everyone seems to want the ice lolly as opposed to anything else. 

Janus raises an eyebrow, peeking into the cold container. "Huh," he muses, "I forgot we had an even number of popsicles." 

"Should we... run it up to Logan?" Roman suggests, but it's clear he's only offering this option because he thinks it's polite, and not because it's what he actually wants to do. 

Curious, Janus checks his phone, clicking over to TF-U as Virgil and Roman seem fixated on the popsicle. 

Logan's mood reads "Needy." Janus can't help but snicker. 

"Go ahead and help yourselves," he says, as he clicks his phone off and waves his hand dismissively. "He said we could have them all, and that he could just buy another box." 

"Really?" Virgil presses. "Could we... at least pay him back, or something?" 

"I'm sure he doesn't mind, love," Janus coos, sitting up to scratch Virgil's head. "He wouldn't have offered us the box if he didn't expect us to eat them all anyway. He would want us to have fun, and to stay cool. After all, he'd likely be the one dealing with all the hospital jargon if one of us had to be wheeled into the emergency room due to heatstroke." 

Looking a lot more convinced, Virgil shrugs. "Fair point. The real question is, who gets it?" 

Roman scoffs as if the answer is incredibly obvious. "Why, me of course!" he's quick to insist. "I want it more than you do." 

"But you've eaten a popsicle more recently than I have. I've gone longer without, so I deserve it more," Virgil argues. 

"That means you want it less," Roman counters. "Because if you can wait an hour between popsicles, then you surely can wait a few days." 

Virgil's eyes narrow. "That doesn't even make sense!" 

He sizes Roman up, debating his next move. Then, he lunges forward and grabs the popsicle from the cooler, yanking it back before Roman can process what's happening. Though, as he tries to stand and run, Roman quickly grabs him, and manhandles Virgil back onto his beach stretcher, with Janus watching them playfight from the safety of his chair next to theirs. 

"It's mine!" Virgil thrashes, protecting the popsicle by curling his body around it as Roman tries to pry it from him. 

Logan is left reeling and winded as he's shaken and pulled every which way. He can hear Roman and Virgil fighting over him, and it makes his mind pulse with excitement. Though before either of them can get him out of his packaging - and luckily before either of them break him - Janus is reaching over and easily plucking the wrapped treat from Virgil and Roman with little resistance.

Both Virgil and Roman freeze as they realize both of them have lost the snack. 

"You two can share," Janus says, trying to repress his amusement in favor of sounding stern, "or I can eat it, and you guys can have none."  

"Sorry, Janus," Roman mumbles, as Virgil utters a huffy "sorry," as they move to sit side by side instead of remaining tangled together. 

When they're both calmed to a desirable extent, Janus unwraps the final popsicle himself, and then hands it over, giving it to Virgil but giving Virgil a pointed look that implies Virgil better share. 

Though Virgil frowns, he still turns his body so that he's facing Roman and holds the popsicle up so that it's halfway between both their faces. 

"How do you want to do this?" Virgil questions, eyes darting skeptically between Roman's intense gaze and the glistening popsicle. "We alternate licks, or you get five seconds, I get five seconds?" 

"We could always just lick it at the same time," Roman states. 

Virgil's face goes red, but he sticks his tongue out in disgust. "I feel like I'd end up with more spit in my mouth than juice." 

"I agree with Roman," Janus suddenly pipes up. "You both just eat your own halves at your own pace would be the most effective solution. And a pretty sight." 

"Yeah, you would like watching, wouldn't you?" Roman taunts, but he's quickly silenced with a pathetic squeak as Janus's foot suddenly comes up to settle in the space between Roman's thighs. Roman gulps as Janus's sole lingers mere centimeters away from his swim shorts. When he meets Janus's eyes, Janus just gives him a look threatening him to continue mouthing off, and in response Roman shyly rolls his shoulders and looks away. 

Still, Roman and Virgil don't start licking right away, much to Logan's dismay as he's forced to stay between them and yet deprived of any and all touch. It's clear they're both wondering how best to go about this, but eventually it's Virgil who takes initiative. 

He shifts to be facing Roman a bit more, and sets one hand on Roman's pec in order to push him back against the beach stretcher. Janus quickly pulls his foot away and crosses his legs as he watches Virgil arrange them to his liking. 

"Here," Virgil says, as he moves to straddle Roman's hips, keeping Roman pressed back against the chair. It's angled up enough that Roman won't choke while trying to swallow, but back enough that Roman feels comfortable enough to relax. "So you won't have to bend down in order to lick. And... here." He turns the popsicle horizontally, and though it's more awkward to hold, he feels it'll work better. "It'll be easier for us to each work on one half this way." 

"Let me take that from you," Roman quietly insists, as he grabs the popsicle from Virgil's hands. "I have a better angle on it anyway. Less strain on my wrist than on yours." 

Virgil smiles slightly. "Aren't you so kind?" 

"Incredibly so." 

"Humble, too." 

Cheekily, Roman winks. "Of course," before he's pushing the ice lolly up and against Virgil's lips. "Now lick. Before I get impatient and just eat the entire thing myself." 

Virgil doesn't need to be told twice, letting his mouth open and wrap around the side of the popsicle, immediately making Logan moan in excitement. Virgil's hot tongue licking over the side of his body has him sobbing in a mixture of relief and delight, knowing it's just the start of what's to come, as soon enough Roman's leaning forward to suck on him too, licking up a few dripping beads of juice, before he keeps his mouth focused directly opposite of Virgil's. 

As they breathe through their noses, heat quickly builds between them, with heat further building metaphorically as Virgil's hips roll down against Roman's. 

He doesn't intend to make things sexual, but they're already sensual, and when Roman whines slightly and arches his hips up to meet Virgil's movements, Virgil doesn't really feel the need to stop or slow down. 

They moan against Logan, Roman's noises sounding high and needy while Virgil's are low and embarrassed, with both of them varying levels of humiliated by doing this in their backyard, but simultaneously assured that their high privacy fence will keep their actions secret. 

To be in two mouths at once is just as jarring as it was the first time he experienced it, except he's still relatively connected because it's still one main consciousness, as opposed to the original six he was split between. So this time when some of him is swallowed by Virgil, and a little chunk is gulped down by Roman, it's like Logan's brain is being separated, making him feel dumber and dumber. 

But they're hardly even licking him to taste him anymore, as Roman's free hand wraps around Virgil's waist while Virgil presses his body as close to Roman as he can. They're more interested in touching each other than eating. And because of this - and their warm mouths constantly exhaling hot air over Logan's form - Logan steadily melts little by little. And because of being held horizontally, Logan doesn't slide down the length of a hand or end up in the pool, but instead ends up an indigo streak on Roman's chest, starting at the top of his pecs, dripping down Roman's cleavage, and eventually coming to a moist stop on Roman's sweaty abs. 

He once again gets to taste Roman's perspiration as it mixes with his form, and it's mind-melting. 

And it's not just one drop of him here and there; it's rather big chunks of Logan that fall and melt on Roman's muscular abdomen. Enough for Janus to take notice. 

"You two are letting quite a bit go to waste," he comments, which causes Virgil and Roman to pull away from each other. Both of their lips are blue with loganberry juice, and their faces are flushed. A mixture of spit and sweet ice drips down their chins. 

"Huh?" Virgil breathes, as the damp sleeve of his swim shirt slides across his mouth, soaking Logan into the fabric where little bits of Logan are quickly dissolved by the remnants of chlorine sopped into the fabric. "What do you mean?" 

Janus waves towards Roman's chest, where both of them blush dark at just how much of the popsicle had melted right off the stick. 

"Oh," Roman murmurs, "sorry." He shifts his position so that Virgil is sitting back farther on his thighs, and Janus takes the last tiny chunk of popsicle that's left from Roman's hands, where he sucks it from the stick without a second thought. 

Logan cries as he's maneuvered back and forth against Janus's tongue, and pushes up against the roof of Janus's mouth where his ice turns to slush easily. As Logan's swallowed down Janus's throat and into his stomach, Janus himself stands to join Virgil on Roman's stretcher. 

"Since you've made such a mess, it's only fitting Virgil and I help clean you up a bit," he starts, setting his hand on the back of Virgil's neck. Virgil shivers at the pressure applied, as Janus makes it known that this is something they're both going to do, and it's not optional (though Virgil would agree regardless; it's just fun not to give him a choice). "Why don't you sit back, relax, and let us handle everything." 

Roman gulps, but nods. "Okay." 

Janus scoots back on Roman's legs, urging Virgil to do the same. Then, urging Virgil to follow his lead, Janus leans down and lets his tongue glide over Roman's abs, gathering up a mouthful of loganberry juice and Roman's sweat. Logan sobs as he's brought into Janus's mouth and swallows down to his stomach, his mind fizzling with pleasure as the final bits of his consciousness are drunk up. Janus's stomach acid brings familiar comfort, pleasure, and release to him, but not all of him gets to experience that orgasmic climax just yet. After all, so much of him is still forced to bask in Roman's musk, boiling in the heat of the day despite the safety of the shade. 

Though he moves a bit slower than Janus, Virgil eventually brings his mouth to Roman's abs too, and his tongue slowly glides between the crevices of Roman's figure. Roman shivers. 

"Virgil," Roman whines, and Virgil pulls his head away, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, wet with spit, sweat, and popsicle juice. 

Though Roman flushes at Virgil's panting, open-mouth expression, he still sets his hand on the back of Virgil's head and pulls him forward, where they kiss. Logan's bleary form is then pushed against both of their tongues, licked into one mouth and sucked back into the other, with Logan's mind swimming with pleasure and anticipation. Who would swallow him? Who would digest him? Who would give him that release he so desperately craves? 

The answer is both of them, as little bites of Logan end up in both their mouths, and thus is drank down by both of them. Since Janus was still kissing, sucking, and frankly worshipping Roman's chest, it meant that Logan was split between all three of their bodies, dissolving in all of them. 

Three different people whose bodies break him down at varying speeds, though he still ends up less and less present as more and more of him is reduced to nothing but sugar and nutrients. 

A few calories that'll be burnt off by the end of the day. 

Janus's forked tongue gathers the last of Logan from off Roman's chest, focusing on licking up a few beads of sweat from between Roman's pecs before he kisses Roman too. And though Roman grimaces at tasting his own salty perspiration, he still moans at the way it mixes with the sweet loganberry juice, and obediently swallows it down. 

The last of Logan ends up in Roman's stomach, and though he's barely a teaspoon's worth of juice, he still feels incredibly pleasured as his body digests. 

It's a combination of the fact this is the sixth mental orgasm he's been thrusted into experiencing, and the looming knowledge that this is it. His consciousness isn't elsewhere. He's not stored safely in a cooler for his mind to shift back to when his fun is over. All that's left of all of him is being reduced to nothing inside of Roman. And he doesn't know what comes after. 

And it's horrifying. And arousing. And orgasmic. 

And Logan has his final, intense, electric orgasm in Roman's gastric acid, seconds before he fades to black completely, and loses complete awareness of the muffled moans and jostling bodies around him. 

When Logan wakes up a few hours later, he's incredibly disoriented. 

He blinks awake in bed, body hot and feverish, and mind rushing to process everything he'd just experienced outside at the pool. He doesn't even realize he's human again until he realizes the world around him is blurry, and reaches for his glasses. 

His hand shoots away from his body so fast Logan jumps, and in the process of moving too fast he groans and lays back down, vertigo hitting him hard. A weak moan falls from his lips as his palms press to his temples, trying to massage away the dizziness. 

When Logan finally feels fine enough to attempt sitting up again, he moves slowly, as his body flinches and twitches with every texture that rubs against him, including his blanket and even his own thighs pressing together. The action of moving is odd, the same way it was odd after he'd been a controller, except now Logan also has to handle the fact that he's no longer in six places at once, which is just as confusing as when Logan had to understand being split between six bodies in the first place. 

His fingers clumsily grab his glasses off his nightstand, where he feels a piece of paper folded too. He grabs it as he pushes his glasses onto his face, and finds a note prettily scrawled in Janus's handwriting. 

'I got you into bed,' the note reads, 'and I went ahead and told the others you were feeling a bit weary due to work so they wouldn't bother you. Roman estimates dinner will be done around 7pm, so feel free to come down whenever.' 

Logan glances at his clock. It's 6:30pm. That's convenient. 

He folds the note back up, and tucks it in the drawer of his nightstand, before shakily sliding out of bed. His legs feel seconds away from giving out under him, and he has to keep himself steady by clinging to the edge of his mattress. He shivers as his toes curl against the floor beneath him. It's weird to feel again. In fact, it's weird to quite literally die and then live again. If Logan was scared of death, he's sure this would make him feel excessively existential. 

He shuffles slowly to his dresser, where he lazily wiggles into the loosest and comfiest clothes he owns so as to not overstimulate his sensitive body, though even the feeling of the waistband of his boxers sliding over his cock makes him whimper. 

It takes him a solid ten minutes just to get out of his room, and even longer to slowly step downstairs.

"Want to go out to dinner at some point soon?" Logan hears Remus's loud voice inquire. "I just finished a seven-hundred dollar commission, so I'm pretty stocked for the next few weeks." 

"Ooo," Patton sings, "are you offering to pay?" 

"No, I'm offering to stuff myself while you guys watch." A playful slap is heard, as though Remus is smacking Patton's ass. "What else would I be offering?" 

As Logan reaches the bottom of the stairs, he watches Janus squeeze a lemon into his water, and then stir his glass with his pinkie. "It depends on the restaurant, I suppose," Janus answers. "Because your definition of restaurant includes shitty fast food, for some reason, and I'd rather not go out expecting salmon and pinot noir and get a ‘mcfilet’ instead." 

"They're called filet-o-fishes, actually," Virgil snickers. 

Janus goes to respond, but he catches sight of Logan past the kitchen doorway, and smiles. "Ah, Logan," he greets, acting as if nothing at all happened between them just a few hours ago, even though Janus's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Glad to see you're feeling better." 

"Uh... thanks..." Logan mumbles, as everyone turns to look at him. His voice comes out shaky and raspy, and he turns to cough into his shoulder due to how dry his throat feels. 

Roman seemingly notices this, and moves away from the stove momentarily to fill a glass with filtered water from the fridge. As Logan slowly walks into the kitchen, he gets the cup pushed into his hands, and then guided to sit in the chair beside Janus. 

"You're just in time," Patton coos, his hands coming to rest on the back of Logan's chair, "Roman's nearly finished with dinner." 

"The chicken’s already good to go; I'm just waiting on the sides," Roman explains, stirring something in a pot. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, and then exhales happily. "It smells so good. I can't wait to eat." 

The mention of eating has Logan nearly dropping his cup of water, though luckily he manages to catch it before more than a few drops of water splash over his pants. 

"Careful," Janus quells him, as he helps Logan lift the cup to his lips, and then takes the water from him to set it safely on the table instead. Then, Janus rests his hand on Logan's upper arm, gently settling it there as he turns back to the others and resumes their conversation about dinner later on. 

Logan can't exactly focus on the conversation, but nobody forces him to respond either, though they are considerate enough to ask his opinion once or twice. He remains ambivalent, which is mostly expected. 

And when dinner's served, Janus generously offers to make Logan's plate, which is an offer Logan is more than grateful for considering his legs are still trembling, and he'd likely trip or drop everything if he was expected to serve himself. Janus grabs his own plate and Logan's first, before bringing them back to the table for them to eat. 

Then, Janus sits thigh-to-thigh with him, catching Logan's eye on more than one occasion, though it seems he's trying to make sure Logan's okay as opposed to enjoying watching him struggle to lift his fork. 

When they've finished eating, Janus quietly offers to help Logan back to his room, and though Logan's embarrassed to accept the help he does, because he'd rather not trip and eat shit on his way up the stairs. 

Janus keeps a steady hand around his waist as he helps Logan ascend to the second floor, and even helps Logan into bed, before Janus is smiling. 

"So," he starts, his amusement palpable, "I assume you enjoyed yourself? The app said you were, but I'd prefer to have your assurance." 

Logan's face goes dark red. He mumbles something incoherent, before quietly responding "yeah. I guess so." 

Janus chuckles at his answer, before he pulls Logan's blankets up and around his body. "Well, I suppose I won't tease you any further. I'll go fetch your glass of water, for you to soothe your throat." Janus backs into Logan's doorway. "And I'm sure it's going to be just as hot tomorrow... in case you actually want to join us in the pool this time," he adds, before softly closing Logan's door, and heading down the hall. 

"I don't hate you guys," Logan sighs, as he rinses his flatware off in the sink. Every dinner brought on this same interaction. Logan simply just ate faster than his five other roommates. Or they ate slower than him. Either way, he was consistently polishing off meals before they were even halfway done. "I just eat quickly. I suppose you could also interpret that as a less impolite compliment," he huffs, giving Patton a knowing look. Patton merely hits his chest twice, and lets out a more polite burp into his fist. 

"What's impolite is getting up from the table before everyone's done eating," Roman counters, though loud, dramatic slurping from Remus next to him - who's chosen to eat tonight's pasta with a straw - has him cringing slightly. "Though, tonight I don't blame you. I wouldn't want to watch Remus do that for the next half hour either." 

Remus chews obnoxiously with his mouth open, with flecks of food splattering across Roman's face as Remus argues "it's just the superior way to eat noodles. Not my fault you guys want to make a shit ton of dirty dishes instead of using a one-size-fits-all straw!" 

"Somebody's still going to have to wash that straw," Virgil grumbles. "Because the dishwasher sure as hell isn't going to clean all that sauce out of it." 

"Whose night is it for dishes anyway?" Janus asks, turning in his chair to look towards Logan.

Logan finishes loading his plate into the sink, before checking their designated chore-chart on the fridge. "Huh," Logan whistles, "it's Remus's. That's convenient." 

"Fuck!" Remus slams his fists against the table, and everyone rushes to grab their drinks to keep them from toppling over. Logan's lone glass of water is the only victim, as it falls to its side and dumps lukewarm water over a clean batch of napkins. Nobody seems bothered nor surprised by this, and Logan merely comes over to use those napkins to wipe away the rest of the liquid, drying the table in a matter of minutes. 

Janus rolls his eyes at Remus’s outburst. "Don't waste time whining," he scolds, before bringing the juice he'd picked out for dinner to his lips. He'd wanted wine, but had been dissuaded considering their early supper. "The sooner you start the dishwasher, the sooner we can begin our game night."

Remus lights up immediately. "I forgot we were doing that tonight!" he exclaims happily, before lifting his plate and tilting it back, dumping an excess amount of alfredo into his mouth. 

Cringing at that display, Virgil pushes his plate away with just a few bites left on it, deciding he's done. "Don't get too excited," he sighs, "I was only able to find one pro controller. Which means even if we use the Switch joy-cons individually, we only have three controllers. I was hoping for four." 

"Three isn't bad," Patton assures him. "There's six of us. It honestly works out better that way! That way half of us can play first, and then the other half can play second!" 

Logan washes his hands in the sink, before drying them with a dishtowel nearby. "There'll only be five of you gaming tonight," Logan interjects. "I'm unfortunately going to have to pass on tonight's hangout." 

The frowns that spread across the table are immediate, with Logan's roommates displaying a variety of emotions from disappointment to dejection. "Oh..." Virgil breathes, looking away from Logan and rubbing his arm. The action reads like an anxious habit, as though he feels silly for assuming Logan would join them in the first place. "You skipped last weeks' too." 

"He skips every week," Remus blurts out, avoiding Logan's eyes. "Too busy working on that fancy-schmancy computer to ever take a break." 

"This is true," Patton nods, "and breaks are really important. Surely you can spare just a few hours..." 

"I take breaks," Logan weakly protests. "There's just a big project going on right now that I need to devote my time to. You'd all like me a lot less if I missed paying my part of this month's rent, right? So it's best I just skip tonight in order to guarantee a paycheck tomorrow." 

Janus raises an eyebrow as Logan already begins shuffling towards the dining room doorway. "When's the project due?" he asks, but Logan slips away to avoid answering. 

He can hear the silence settle among the kitchen table as he leaves, and a part of him feels guilty, but he knows it's best he's not involved anyway. He's never really understood the games they've played, and when he has joined them (once or twice, when he was new to their living arrangement) he'd always felt like his criticisms of game logic messed up the so-called "vibe." 

They were likely only inviting him out of formality anyway. Just because he lived in the same house as them.

After all, it'd be awkward if they didn't ask him to join, and then he ran downstairs for a cup of coffee or something and saw them all piled on the couch gaming together! They probably didn't want him there; it was merely polite. And Logan could acknowledge their politeness, and still decide he didn't want to accept it and intrude on the relationships that were already formed. 

Everyone already knew each other before Logan had moved in. Remus and Roman were twins; Remus, Virgil, and Janus were high school friends; Patton and Roman had the same daycare job. He knows that Patton and Roman had gotten the house first, but had accidentally picked one with way too many bedrooms. So, they took in Remus, who wanted to bring Janus, who wanted to bring Virgil! And they'd all been living together for the past year. 

Logan only knew Virgil because they also were friends in high school, though it was more like they were acquaintances. They'd greet each other in the hallway, and they worked together on a project once, but that was the extent of their relationship. 

The only reason he was invited to live with everyone was due to Logan making a simple status update online regarding house-hunting, and Virgil approaching him with the house he lived in now. 

"Rents cheap," Virgil had told him over the phone. "It's cheap as it is split between five of us. A sixth person would just make it cheaper." 

Logan had doubted it initially. Not only would a house as nice as the one he was then shown around be expensive in the current housing market, but everyone seemed welcoming of him. There had to have been some drawback, some HOA, some clause that would ruin his credit score. But there'd been none of that. 

The only thing was that Logan was the odd-one-out amongst this established friend group. But he was fine with that. 

Right as Logan settles into his desk chair, there's a knock on his door. 

With a sigh, Logan forces himself back up, where he opens his room up to Virgil, who's standing with one of his hands in his hoodie pocket, and the other scratching behind his head. "Hey," Virgil starts, awkward as ever. "Are you... are you sure you don't want to join game night? Like, I completely understand that you already said you were busy, but we'd all really like to have you there. We planned on playing Mario Kart... maybe Mario Party, if we could keep the twins far enough away on the couch." He laughs quietly, but quickly clears his throat when Logan shakes his head. 

"I appreciate the offer, but you don't have to pretend you want me there," Logan replies. "I'm perfectly happy working alone." 

Virgil's brows furrow. "What? What do you mean 'pretend?'" 

Logan waves his hand towards the stairs, leading down to the living room. "I'm not good at games, nor am I a good sport around them. Don't you remember when I used to join you guys?" 

"Admittedly... no." Virgil looks away. "It's been months." 

"Exactly. So my presence isn't a necessity. You guys can have plenty of fun without me there." 

As Logan moves to turn away, Virgil follows him into the room. "That's not-" he starts, but Virgil has to quickly close his mouth and get his thoughts in order. "We can have fun without you there, but we aren't lying when we say we want you to join us. Well, Remus might be, but that's just because that'd be one less competitor to beat..." 

"Seriously, Virgil. I don't mind." 

Virgil reaches forward to grasp Logan's hand, which he squeezes firmly. "We mind," he starts, before shaking his head back and forth. "Not like... not like it bothers us! You're allowed to say no, and you're allowed to want to work, but if this is the reason you've been declining our invitations then I'm afraid you've been overthinking!"

Humming, Logan settles back at his computer. "I might be," he admits, "but that's my problem to work through. You needn't stay and talk me through my feelings, Virgil, especially if your game night is presumably starting soon. I apologize for drawing you away from the start of your gaming session." 

"Well, we haven't started yet." Virgil fiddles with the drawstrings of his jacket. "I wanted to do one last run-through of the house to see if I could find another pro controller. I swore we had two, but..."

"I wish I could help, but I'm busy. I'd recommend checking one of the twins' rooms; they both have horrible object permanence. It's likely under one of their beds, or tucked into a closet. If we actually have another, that is." 

Sighing, Virgil backs out of the room. "You're probably right. I'll check there. Thank you." 

Logan hums in response, and Virgil shuts the door, idling outside of it with a sad sigh. As he lingers in the hallway, Remus suddenly shouts up the stairs "hey! If you can't find the other controller, just turn something into it! It should work fine." 

"Oh please, Remus, that transformation app you spent money on is obviously a scam," Janus huffs in response. 

Virgil scurries over to the banister. "What transformation app?" he asks, stopping Remus seconds before he steps out of the room. 

While Janus looks playfully irritated at Virgil's interest, Remus sprints halfway up the stairs to flash a phone app in Virgil's face. "This is TF-U. It means 'Transformation You,' or whatever. It's supposed to let you turn things into other things!"

"Emphasis on supposed to," Janus mutters. "Remus hasn't been able to get the damn thing to work." 

"It works! Probably…!" Remus protests. "They can't charge you money for a defunct app. There might just be some rules or something I overlooked. You know I hate reading terms of service; it's just a bunch of legal mumbo-jumbo! Besides, I'm not the only one who sees the merit in this app. If that were the case, you wouldn't have downloaded it too!" 

"Just because I bought it doesn't mean I believe in it. It sure hasn't helped me turn any paper clips into wine bottles..." 

Remus rolls his eyes, before snatching Virgil's phone from his back pocket, knocking Virgil back and roughly onto the steps. "Here, I'll pay for your first month if you promise to read the fine print. That way, if you figure out a way to make it work, you can let us know. Otherwise, we have the grounds to storm their office and kill their employees. Legally." 

"We do not," Janus scolds him. "Now hurry up and grab your Switch so we can play." 

"I can't grab Virgil. He's busy." 

Virgil flushes dark red, and pushes himself back to his feet right as Remus hands him his phone back. "That's not funny, Remus," Virgil hisses at him, as he recedes back up the stairs. Remus follows him, though they go in opposite directions. "Logan could overhear those jokes, and he doesn't need to know personal stuff like that." 

"Maybe if he knew, he'd join us for a round or two." Remus licks his lips. "I've always wondered what nerd ass tasted like..." 

Virgil quickly rushes to his room to hopefully prevent any other out of pocket comments from Remus, but then sighs as he realizes he's not going to find the controller in here. His room is the only one he's ransacked top to bottom, as it's the only room he felt comfortable going through completely, so he knows even if he looks again he's going to end up empty handed. Though, Remus did say this transformation app should work. And even if Janus doubted him, Virgil knows the two of them aren't the smartest peas in a pod, and neither of them care much for reading instructions. So, not expecting much, Virgil taps the app, and is immediately greeted with a long terms of service that Virgil honestly can't blame the duo for skipping.

With a sigh, he settles back onto his bed to read through it, though he does try to be quick.

The first half is all just legal jargon that Virgil barely understands. The second half however labels itself as "Important User Instructions," which has Virgil scoffing.

Seriously? The instructions are labeled, and they missed them?

With more interest now, Virgil fully reads through the instructions line by line. The first half is just a welcome message that feels out of place in a TOS, let alone at the start of the instructional portion, but what comes after has Virgil surprised. 

Aloud, Virgil reads "TF-U is made for the kinksters, the deviants, and the freaks. Transformation only works on organic beings. TF-U is not for use on inanimate objects, plants, or animals. It's to be used on people, with its purpose being to turn them into inanimate objects for the sake of pleasure. All transformations will be reversed after twenty-four hours if the transformation hasn't been manually reversed by then. Any cracks, stains, or complete eradication of the transformed object are all for show, and will not cause any permanent pain, damage, or death of the transformed persons."

"Geez," Virgil shivers, "I'm glad they added that bit in there. Though the visual of shattering someone to pieces is..." 

Well, it's intrusive, and Virgil has to quickly shake that horrid image away as he instead focuses on how odd it is to make a transformation app that can only work on people. And how absurd it is to think an app like this could possibly exist... though having a snake-hybrid best friend growing up does allow Virgil to be way more open minded towards magic-adjacent stuff. 

Still, this doesn't really help him. 

"There's not really anyone around I could turn into a pro controller," he mumbles under his breath, finding the idea of a transformation app that can only transform people to be a bit counterintuitive, before suddenly a flush rises to his face. 

There is one person. The one person who turned down joining them for game night, and as such his absence wouldn't be questioned, because he was already intending on being absent…

It makes Virgil feel oddly perverse as he stands up without thinking, as though he's already made up his mind. 

"They said this app was for kinksters," he rationalizes, "which means being transformed must feel some level of good. And... and maybe if Logan joins us, he’ll see that he enjoys spending time with us, and maybe even realize how much we do actually want him there…”

He hardly even needs to justify this decision to himself seeing as he's already stepping out into the hallway, and making his way to Logan’s room.

The trek to Logan’s door is spent messing with the app, which leads to him stumbling upon a section called 'New Person,' which upon being clicked provides a pop-up that reads 'Scan the person you'd like to transform.' Virgil swallows the spit in his mouth as he reaches Logan’s room, keeping that screen pulled up on his phone as he fully commits to testing this app. 

Virgil doesn't bother knocking this time as he heads inside, causing Logan to jump in his chair and spin around fast at the noise of his door being swung upon. Though he looks like his work's been interrupted, Virgil can see the blank document partially obscured by Logan’s body sitting untouched behind him. 

"Virgil," Logan quickly addresses the man, smoothing out his shirt and adjusting his glasses. "Is there... is there something you need?" 

"Kind of." 

"Ah. Still no luck with the controller, I suppose?" 

Virgil chews his inner cheek. "Well, I guess. Can you... can you stand up really quick?" 

Logan raises an eyebrow, but lifts himself out of his chair, standing up straight. "Okay...?" 

Virgil points his phone at Logan, making sure he's completely in frame from head-to-toe, before clicking the white "scan" button at the bottom. Virgil's flash lights up, while the display on his screen shows multicoloured wires warping over Logan's body, as if adhering to the curves and twists of his figure. After the wiring pulses twice, it goes green, and another text box appears reading 'Body scan saved. Enter name.'

Quickly, Virgil types in "Logan," before another instructional wall of text. 

'Audible consent required from 'Logan.''

Clearing his throat, Virgil nervously glances back up at Logan. "Would you mind if I tried something a bit unorthodox?" he asks, hoping Logan's curiosity will allow him to participate without interrogating Virgil’s intentions. 

And though Logan looks skeptical, Virgil can see his interest steadily growing. It takes Logan a minute to answer, but when he does, it's affirmative.

"Sure. You've piqued my interest." 

Virgil's phone beeps. 'Consent acquired. Proceed with transformation.' 

Virgil's taken back to the main screen, though Logan's name stays in the corner, signifying he's the person about to be transformed. There's a separate tab for objects, which are separated into a bunch of different categories (with even more subcategories under those aforementioned categories), but Virgil's thumb clicks on the search bar instead. 

He quickly types up 'pro controller,' and is pleased to find the exact Switch controller he was looking for. He clicks it, clicks a box called 'custom design' without really thinking, and then clicks 'confirm.' 

Logan's just about to question what exactly Virgil's doing, only to suddenly feel vertigo hit him. It's a wave so violent he crumples to his knees, as blood rushes to his head. He feels dizzy and bleary, and he can really only blink up at a slightly excited, slightly concerned looking Virgil before his glasses slip off his face and clatter to the floor in front of him.

He tries to reach for them, but his arms don't move. And when he looks back up at Virgil, he finds that Virgil somehow seems to be standing even taller than he was before. He looks almost gigantic! Not even almost; Virgil is gigantic! 

Logan makes an attempt to ask what's going on, but his voice doesn't come out of him. In fact, Logan no longer has a mouth for words to come out of! 

"Holy shit..." Virgil gasps, before crouching down. Sitting helplessly in a pile of Logan's own clothes is a pro controller. 

It doesn't have a design akin to any Nintendo controller Virgil's ever seen before, but he supposes that might have something to do with the custom design category he checked off. The controller is primarily blue, but the underside is a deep, navy blue that gets lighter as it travels up the controller's front. Along the side are a mixture of silver and white stars, with both of the joysticks being star shaped. 

Virgil's left breathless as he runs his fingers over Logan's new body, though his phone quickly buzzes, startling him and nearly making him drop Logan, who's hit with that familiar feeling of falling and following lightheadedness right before he's caught. 

He's set on his own bed as Virgil messes with his phone, before showing it to Logan. 

"I- I assume you can see right now," Virgil stammers, "but if you can't, I think at least you can hear?" 

Luckily, Logan can do both. In fact, it seems all his senses are intact. He just can't speak. 

"But, for clarification, I've... I've turned you into a controller. Not forever, or anything! Just for tonight's gaming session! Through this app. I don't know how it works; honestly, I didn't even think it would work, but I want you to spend time with us, and everyone else wants a fourth controller, so... this is a good compromise."

Logan stares at the screen as it's all he can do, but finds himself fascinated by everything he sees. Especially when Virgil clicks on Logan's name in the corner, which takes them to a new screen, detailing Logan's current transformation, and surprisingly his mood!

"Woah," Virgil exhales, staring at the 'Currently Feeling:' segment of the app, where it reads 'Fascinated' in green letters. There's a small question mark near the 'Currently Feeling:' part, which Virgil clicks, before reading it to Logan. "TF-U believes in making sure all participants in the transformation process stay happy, pleasured, and comfortable. For this reason, feelings are always labeled and updated by the minute. Good feelings will be shown in green, hesitant ones in yellow, and negative ones in red. If at any point transformed persons wish to be un-transformed, the reversal process will take effect. Be wary they will revert back to human form wherever they currently are, with an unfortunate lack of clothes, so be mindful when taking transformed persons out in public." 

Logan would flush if he could, knowing that he was previously resting in his own empty shirt just moments before. It made sense his clothes wouldn't transform with him, even if transforming at all was still a shock. 

"That's honestly kind of relieving," Virgil murmurs. "At least I'll always have the assurance you're actually enjoying yourself..." 

"Virgil!" Patton suddenly calls up the stairs. His voice comes through Logan's room somewhat muffled through his half-open door, but his thick southern accent is full of unmistakable impatience, masked with a polite "we're waitin' on you, champ!" letting Virgil know he's holding all of them up.

Virgil glances towards the door, before shaking away his nerves. "Okay. You should work just like any other controller, so..." 

And it should feel good, otherwise Virgil doesn't think the app would be boasting about being made specifically for sex freaks, though Virgil doesn't know exactly how good, and he's kind of too busy to care. So, he grabs Logan, holding him firmly in one hand as he tucks his phone into his pocket, and heads back downstairs.

Roman notices him first, and his face lights up in an excited smile. "You found a fourth controller!" he exclaims. "Thank god." 

Patton chuckles. "Remus and Roman have been fighting over the pro controller after Janus and I called dibs on the joy-cons." 

Virgil gives a nervous smile, but hesitates handing the controller over to Remus, who reaches for it immediately. 

"Hey," Remus immediately pouts, "what's the hold up?" 

"It's just..." Virgil's eyes flicker down to Logan, who looks like an unsuspecting item. He swallows the spit in his mouth. "This controller is just new. And... you're not the most careful, Remus." 

Remus raises an eyebrow, before wriggling back into the recliner. "Did you use the app to turn something sentimental of yours into a controller for us?" he asks, making Virgil flush, and Roman and Patton turn towards him with confused expressions. 

"No!" Virgil immediately squeaks, in a manner that's not entirely convincing. "It was just expensive." 

"Hm..." Janus hums in consideration, "it does look expensive. I didn't even know Nintendo could make controllers that weren't hideous to look at. Is the one you're holding Rosalina-themed or something?" 

"It looks too dark of a blue to be Rosalina-themed," Roman argues. "Maybe it's just a simple night-sky design... though I do have to agree it's quite pretty. I'm more than happy to use a controller like that!" 

When Roman reaches for it this time, Virgil hands it over, making Remus huff. However, both Janus and Patton are also eyeing the controller, and neglecting their own. 

"Honestly... I want to use that controller too," Patton confesses, which has Janus smiling slightly. 

"Funny," Janus chirps, "I was about to say the same thing." 

Logan would blush over the attention they were all showering him with if he could, but everyone desiring to... use him only makes Roman grip him tighter. It's an odd feeling considering the size of Roman's hands relative to Logan's new form, but it's quite enjoyable. Roman's warm palms envelop the "legs" of the controller, which feels like half of Logan's entire body is being gripped. Considering he's no longer human-shaped, it's not like any specific part of him is being held, just that half of his current body is. It's incredibly difficult to explain, and even more disorienting to experience, but it's by no means unpleasant. 

"Back off!" Roman insists. "You and Patton already have controllers. And Remus can use the ugly one." 

Remus groans, and pushes himself back so violently in his chair that he nearly topples the recliner to the ground. "Ugh, fine! But I'm getting a turn with Virgil's expensive controller before the night ends." 

"Me too," Patton firmly states. "It looks unlike anything Nintendo's produced. And I just want to see if it feels the same and all..." 

"Virgil and I shall also be using the controller at some point," Janus announces. "Considering it belongs to Virgil, and I'm his best friend." 

"Virgil doesn't have a best friend, actually," Remus nasally responds, as though he's mocking a sweet sentiment argued by one of them at some point. The thick southern accent he poorly imitates quickly reveals who he's trying to make fun of. "He loves us all equally."

Rolling his eyes, Virgil quips "I love one of you a lot less right now," which has Remus laughing outright. 

Roman scoots closer to the arm of the couch while Janus moves closer to Patton, who wraps an arm around him, even though it makes it harder for him to use his controller. The space they make on the cushions gives Virgil the perfect place to sit, and he ends up thigh-to-thigh beside Roman. 

He's honestly glad they're sitting so close, as it allows him to monitor Logan, who still looks like just a pretty pro controller. As Remus powers on the Switch, Virgil takes the opportunity to discreetly check his phone and read Logan's mood, which displays a green 'Embarrassed,' which has Virgil relaxing slightly. Still no negatives is great considering they've integrated with the main group, and it'd be incredibly awkward if Logan shifted back to his human form now. 

Remus's Nintendo Switch loads up to the home screen, with Remus then connecting his controller first, followed by Patton's joy-con as player two, and Janus's as player three. Though, when Roman hits Logan's power button, nothing happens aside from a small shock being sent through Logan's plastic casing. 

It feels startling, but underwhelming, as if something more was supposed to happen. 

Roman frowns immediately, which is a sight Logan doesn't love seeing. "Mine's broken," Roman whines, which has Virgil's heart nearly skipping a beat. 

But before he has the opportunity to curse himself for being stupid enough to think a human-turned-controller would work as an actual pro controller, Janus is snatching the object from Roman's hand and kneeling on the ground in front of the outlet. 

"It's probably not broken," Janus counters. "If it's new, it might just be dead. Have you ever charged it, Virgil?" he questions, though he's already pulling a USB-C cable between his fingers, and bringing it to the controller's charging port. 

Logan's dizzy as he's quickly moved from the couch to the floor, but then he's flushing dark as the plug hovers right above his port. His field of vision is nearly unlimited; it's as if he can see around his entire body at once, but right now he's focused on the cable practically teasing him. He has no idea what being plugged in would feel like, just that it's bound to feel like something. 

"No," Virgil states, though he's scooting to the edge of the couch to watch Janus closely. "Haven't had the opportunity to... you know?" 

"Well, then that's likely the issue. Though, I doubt we have a cable long enough to reach all the way to the couch..." 

"We can take turns playing on the floor then," Patton declares. "Since we all want to use the controller, then rotating on and off the furniture won't be that big of a deal. And the controller should have a nice and full battery by the time we switch to Mario Party!" 

Roman shrugs, and slides off the couch, sitting beside Janus. "Sounds good to me." 

Finally, Janus stops messing with him and pushes the plug into Logan's socket, which is a startling feeling. It's like his hole is being stuffed full by a thick, weirdly-shaped object, that feels way better that it probably should. And what's even more overwhelming than that is the fact Logan can feel literal electricity being pumped into his body in pulses, with the energy then cycling through him so intensely that Logan would be writhing if he could. It's like a constant series of pleasant shocks coursing into him wave after wave, with little respite between them. And this time when Roman presses his button, Logan's body lights up as he's quite literally turned on.

 His power button being pressed sends orgasmic pleasure coursing through him as the crevices of his controller body starts to shine with bright blue light. 

"Cool!" Roman cheers. "It's so fancy, it even glows!" 

"Geez, Virgil? How much of your boss's dick did you have to swallow to be able to afford that?" Remus snickers. “Is it even a normal pro controller? I don’t remember them having that sort of layout with the buttons… And my controller certainly doesn’t have a power button…” 

But Logan can't even listen to them tease Virgil, as he's too busy trembling with ecstasy. 

His plastic body vibrates too, as though translating his pleasured quakes directly to Roman's hand, who smiles as he takes it as a sign it's powered fully on, though the vibration was not caused by Logan at all, and is merely another wonderful feeling stacked atop the multitude of arousing feelings he's being assaulted with. It's as though two toys are buried deep inside of him, vibrating randomly, though Logan can guess he’ll vibrate whenever a normal controller would. 

On the screen, Logan's connected to the Switch like any other controller would be. He ends up as player four, but Roman - who would normally whine and pout about not being player one - doesn't seem to care. Instead, he gets comfortable, holding Logan happily in his hands as his thumbs methodically fiddle with the star-shaped joysticks, which have angles that feel pleasantly textured against Roman's fingers. 

Remus navigates them to Mario Kart, and the group indulge in background chatter, but Logan can't listen to any of them. Not with how oddly erotic his body feels. 

He has no idea how Virgil's transformed him, but he almost doesn't want to question it due to how good he feels. The high from being literally turned on has passed, but that doesn't mean his pleasure has become any less extreme! He's still being orgasmatically charged, and his body is still being fiddled with. In fact, the joysticks Roman's so casually messing with feel like Logan's nipples are being pressed down and rubbed, further sending pleasurable signals through his body, as well as actual signals through the controller and to the Switch. 

"I call dibs on Princess Peach!" Roman exclaims, as he navigates to his beloved princess character. As he selects her, pressing the button is like zapping Logan with a brief shock, more intense than the steady charges that pulsate throughout him. Furthermore, the action of selecting her makes his body vibrate, and Logan would sob if he could. 

He's never experienced pleasure like this, and he doubts his human body would even be able to! His body wouldn't be able to be completely enveloped by Roman's warm hands, nor would his genitalia and erogenous zones be so spread out, yet packed together. It's like he's been completely rearranged on a molecular level... which isn't too far off! 

Janus moves back to his spot on the couch and selects Dry Bowser. Patton selects Cat Mario, while Remus debates between a few characters before finally settling on Waluigi. 

They stick to random tracks, with Remus changing the rules, the speed, and the items, giving Logan the most amount of peace he's able to receive while still being filled with energy, before he feels Roman's fingers tense around him. 

His plastic casing is squeezed, with Roman's palms pressing hard into the controller's legs. The pads of his fingers briefly stroke the underside of the pro controller, before Roman's thumbs settle on Logan's joystick and buttons. It's almost teasing the way Roman hesitates applying pressure until necessarily, especially since Logan can't arch into it. 

But honestly, the fact he even wants to lean into the pleasure fills him with an intense amount of embarrassment. 

These are his friends. His roommates. How would they feel knowing he's getting off on this sexually? 

He wonders if Virgil knows. Virgil had been clicking and reading notes from the app as if he's never used it before, so there was the reasonable assumption that Virgil had no clue how transformed people will feel, and thus has no idea how Logan feels. 

The app would tell him, but Virgil has his phone buried in his pocket, and his legs are pulled up on the couch as he focuses on the TV as a course is randomly selected. It's as though he's momentarily forgotten about Logan for the time being as Janus makes a joke in his direction, causing Virgil to chuckle right as Lakitu makes his way onto the screen to do the typical countdown. 

As soon as the race starts Logan's body is hit with another vibration, as Peach takes off on screen. 

Logan can only briefly focus on the split-screen television before it makes him dizzy, as it's hard to focus on the fast-moving characters while his body is being assaulted from every angle, with every sensation imaginable. As Roman slams the joystick forward, left, and right, Logan's left crying out in his own mind as it feels like his chest is being groped and squeezed relentlessly. 

Furthermore the button being pressed down to accelerate feels like Logan's entire body is being pressed, though specifically like his groin is being abused in the best way possible. 

It's not as though his dick are the buttons, just that the buttons being pressed feel like his cock is being rubbed, and it's unfairly good. It gets even better when Roman subconsciously tries to press the button harder to go faster, even if that logic doesn't make sense with the game. Normally, Logan would point out the flaw in this mindset; this isn't a piano; how hard Roman presses the buttons doesn't affect anything! But the harder Roman presses him, the better it feels, as Logan's left the victim of every push, click, twist, and press. 

The first race ends with Roman in second, just behind Janus. Remus is fourth, and Patton is eighth. Logan hears Patton make some silly joke about being too old for these higher frame rates, and threatening to pull out his old GameCube and Mario Kart: Double Dash and see how well they fare then!

But as the countdown to the second race begins, Logan finds he can taste. And what he tastes is unmistakably sweat. 

As the next course starts and Roman goes back to hitting buttons and maneuvering joysticks, Logan's left reeling as the taste of Roman's perspiration begins to seep into the crevices of his plastic form. 

It makes sense Roman would end up worked up. He's competitive; he's no doubt focused, and Logan can feel the pulse of Roman's heart in the palms of his hands. With him this excited, this focused, this pumped, sweat was almost to be expected! But Logan didn't expect to be able to taste it... though he shouldn't be surprised, considering all of the other things he can feel, see, and smell. 

Tasting Roman's sweat is a lot different than just smelling him after a workout, or washing his sweat-soaked work clothes after a long day at daycare. It should be a lot grosser than it is, but Logan finds he's not bothered at all. In fact, he's only further aroused as his body is invaded with the salty taste of Roman's musk. It feels incredibly perverse to be drinking it down as it's rubbed into the glowing cracks of his body, but he really has no other choice. And as Roman's sweat is literally rubbed into him, Logan starts to overheat. The vibrations, the electricity pulsing through him, the constant pleasure being delivered from Roman's fingers to Logan's knobs and levers... it's overwhelming. 

"Geez," Roman gasps, as the second race comes and goes. "Is anyone else's controller getting hot?" 

"I think you're just causing it to overheat," Janus teases him. "You look like you're burning up hotter than the Switch." 

"I'm just focused, is all," Roman scoffs. "I'm sure you don't understand what that's like, considering you've dropped down to fourth on the leaderboard." 

Janus's hand hits his heart hard. "Rude. Somebody ought to teach you some manners." He nudges Patton in the side. "Can you believe he's talking to me like this? He's got quite the mouth on him." 

Patton flushes and tugs at his collar, missing the acceleration boost he'd get at the start of round three because he's too busy stammering. "Yeah, he does have quite the mouth..." Patton stutters, though the way he sees it clearly implies an innuendo that has Virgil pulling his hoodie over his head to hide the embarrassed tint on his cheeks as he tries not to think too deeply about Patton's words. 

Instead, Virgil focuses more so on the fact Roman said the controller was hot, and begins to worry about Logan's wellbeing. 

He pulls the app up, but tilts himself so that Janus's prying eyes can't peek over his shoulder to snoop. He clicks Logan's profile immediately, eyes immediately flickering to Logan's mood with worry, but letting out a sigh of relief when he sees a green "Orgasmic" feeling. In fact, he's more than relieved! He's honestly a little flustered on Logan's behalf! But they did say this was an app for kinksters, and if Virgil was being manhandled by Roman's hands, then he'd likely be just as aroused. 

When Virgil finally looks up from his phone, it's because Roman's cheering, pumping the controller up and down in the air. While Virgil's chest surges with a brief bit of anxiety, Logan experiences a cooling, disorienting bout of vertigo. Wind rushes over him as he's waved in the air, before his head spins as he's lowered back into Roman's lap, where he rests on Roman's bare, sweaty thigh that's barely covered by Roman's shorts as Roman leans back with a wide grin. "What? No congratulatory kisses?" Roman mockingly pouts, which has Patton chuckling at him while Remus makes a noise of disgust. 

Janus is the only one to join Roman on the floor and press a few kisses to his face, which immediately has Patton glancing behind him, and up the stairs. 

"Should we be so affectionate in the living room?" Patton inquires. "You know I'd love kissing you, Roman, but we did all agree we'd keep our relationship private..." 

Remus blows a dismissive raspberry with his mouth, effectively getting spit all over his pro controller. "Please. As if Logan's going to come out of his room and catch us. He hardly leaves his room to piss! And this was our house first; we might as well just let him know we're all gay and get on with our lives." 

It was Virgil's idea to keep their relationship on the down-low, as it was a bit of an odd relationship. There's not many poly people in their town, let alone a poly quintuple! And it's been hard enough explaining how three of them are dating the twins individually, but the twins aren't dating each other. Everybody they've interviewed for the spare room in their house was either weirded out by their queerness, or assumed they supported incest, which was always a struggle. So when Logan went looking for a house, Virgil had suggested they keep their relationship under wraps at least for a while. But it's been a lot longer than a while; it'd be weird for Logan to find out they were all dating now! 

But Logan's here with them in the living room, and with the game finished some of the senses assaulting Logan's controller body have been alleviated. Roman's no longer pressing his buttons or squeezing his plastic frame. He still is being stuffed full of electricity (which quite literally has begun feeling like he's being force-fed spoonfuls of sheer energy, filling Logan's stomach until it's pleasurably content), and there is still a cord wedged into his socket, but it's still not as intense as before. And he is listening. 

Sure, he's not processing everything, but he can see Roman and Janus kissing, and he eventually sees Patton kneel down to do it too, though he's clearly trying to resist just a little bit. 

Logan is left wondering what's going on between them, though the context is quickly filled in as Virgil doesn't protest, and just stares at the controller in Roman's lap as he says "well, in our defense, it'd be... it'd be a bit weird if Logan hadn't started to suspect something by now," which is enough information for Logan to piece things together. 

Okay, all his roommates were dating one another. That's fine. But right now, he's being squished between two of them as Janus leans partially into Roman's lap, only to be yanked out of it suddenly. 

Janus stands so quickly Logan's left dizzy again, and he internally cries in surprise when the charging cord falls out of him. "Ha!" Janus slyly exclaims, before tossing himself on the couch next to Virgil. Roman immediately tries to protest as the controller is stolen from him, but Janus just winks towards Remus who starts the next race. "You snooze you lose," Janus taunts Roman, before tossing him the shitty Switch joy-con, which has Roman pouting. 

"That controller absolutely wasn't done charging," Roman whines. 

"Doesn't matter," Janus argues, "it's charged enough. And it's my turn with it. This pretty thing has been tempting me since Virgil brought it downstairs." 

Virgil lets out a shaky breath as Janus's thumb rotates one of Logan's joysticks in circles. Slow, methodical circles, that only feel sensual to Virgil given his insider knowledge (though it also feels sensual to Logan, who once again is left unable to writhe as his body is once again teased with pleasure). "It's been tempting me for a lot longer," Virgil mumbles, before wrapping his arms around Janus's waist. Janus raises the controller slightly, suspecting Virgil is trying to steal it from him, but that moment never arises. 

Patton stays on the floor with Roman, both of them leaning against the legs of the couch as a new four-course race is selected, meaning Logan's thrust back into the same sexual cycle filled with tantalizing built up, sensual pressure, and orgasmic feelings that'd bring him to his climax if this body could climax. But it can't. 

In fact, there doesn't seem to be any sort of obvious way Logan can release. He just has to keep all that pent-up sexual energy inside of him!

He'd let out a frustrated cry if he could, but not only is he silenced, he's also quickly consumed with pleasure once again as Janus races with him. Janus is a lot gentler compared to Roman, and he doesn't sweat so Logan's unfortunately no longer tasting Roman's musk with every crevice of his plastic body. Instead, he feels as Janus's sharp nails scratch his outer layer, making him shiver and moan as he wonders whether or not the scratching leaves any marks against him. Janus also has a habit of tapping his nails along the underside of the controller when idle, making Logan whimper at the teasing feeling of the tips of Janus's nails quickly brushing and pulling away from his back. 

Virgil still isn't rotated into their game, but he doesn't complain, instead watching up close as Janus plays so casually with Logan, unaware Logan’s actively participating in tonight’s game night. 

Their game nights have turned into what's essentially date-nights - it almost always ends with some form of kissing or certain people stealing others away to bedrooms - but they still desired Logan to be a part of all of them. It's not like he was brought into the house with the expectation he'd eventually join their polycule, but it's not like they were opposed to adding new members either. If only Logan didn't stubbornly refuse every game night, movie marathon, or outing they tried to include him in...

Virgil briefly wonders if Logan is enjoying himself more like this than he would if he were just a person sandwiched between them on the couch. The app says Logan feels good. Is that just mentally? Or physically as well? Can one even feel mentally orgasmic? 

The answer was yes to both, as Logan is once again worked up quickly and completely. He's no longer getting his stomach pumped full of energy, but it means he gets the inverse sensation of feeling the energy steadily deplete as his battery is drained with each action entered into him, and each twist of his joysticks. When Janus falls behind, he grips Logan tighter, and digs his nails harder into the glowing crevices of Logan's plastic. 

It's an odd intrusion, but it feels like a hard-to-reach itch is being generously scratched, which is a welcome, wholesome feeling among the many sexual ones. 

As Janus claws his way back to second on the overall leaderboard right as the third race ends, he leans back into Virgil's touch and comments "I do wish Logan was here. Honestly, this controller really reminds me of him. And I'm sure he'd love playing Rosalina in-game." 

"I always thought he'd be more of an Isabelle kind of guy," Patton hums. He's coming in dead-last this race, though he seems determined to at least move up a bit as they enter the fourth track. "She's responsible, intelligent, funny..." 

"I'm with Janus on this one," Remus hums, picking at his teeth. He's hardly trying this race, and is middle of the road because of it. "The nerd loves stars, and space, and blue. Rosalina's right up his alley!" 

"Those are very basic things to enjoy," Roman huffs. "Rosalina is also motherly and reserved, and Logan very often speaks his mind about things bothering him. Not that my dear Rosalina wouldn't, just that she wouldn't get as... red in the face as Logan would." 

"He's only red and huffing when he's scolding you," Remus points out. 

Roman's bottom lip juts out in a pout. "He does not! He gets all mad when he's lecturing you, too!" 

"He gets annoyed at both of you," Janus decisively states. "And I completely understand where he's coming from. Now get owned." Janus punctuates his words by setting his controller in his lap seconds after crossing the finish place, in first place this time. Coming in first here puts him into first on the overall leaderboard, and he ends up the winner of that course. He smiles smugly as Roman gapes at the screen, before whining something about how that's not fair as Janus passes the controller to Virgil. 

Logan finds that he can feel the differences in the way they all hold him. There are subtle nuances that he likely wouldn't be able to see with his eyes, but that he can feel with his body. For example, Virgil's hands are trembling slightly, and he holds Logan a lot lighter than Roman and Janus had. 

Logan shivers as Virgil stares down at him. Virgil knows, and that's why he's regarding Logan with such care, but even the gentlest of touches feel so intense to a body as small and compact as Logan's current one. As Virgil lightly hovers his thumb over the buttons, and teasingly presses down on Logan's triggers, Logan feels more than embarrassed, as Virgil surely knows what this is doing to him. He must know! But if he doesn't realize the effect this has on him, then... Well, Logan can't say that's not equally as hot. 

"Hurry up and pick your character," Remus spits, as they linger on the character select screen. 

Virgil snaps to attention, and rushes to move away from Janus's previous pick of Dry Bowser to Shy Guy, who he clicks immediately. In his haste, he's a bit rough with Logan's joystick, making Logan jolt as another vibration courses through him upon Virgil locking onto his character. 

With Janus massaging Patton's shoulders, Remus spread over the recliner, and Roman resting back against the couch, Virgil's left the only one somewhat stiff, and it's because of what he's holding. But if he had any hesitation regarding using Logan like a normal controller, it's quickly washed away as the countdown to the race starts. It's not as though Virgil is insanely competitive; timers just make him nervous! And the ticking down has his heart instinctually speeding up and leaning forward slightly. Besides, he's not half-bad at Mario Kart considering he spends a lot of his free time gaming. It'd be incredibly suspicious if he started doing poorly all of a sudden! And though everyone wants Logan at their game nights, he's not sure how chill they'd be with Logan having been here the whole time! 

So, Virgil tries to convince himself to treat Logan like any normal pro controller. The TF-U app would probably expect people turned into objects to function just like the objects they were turned into. It'd be weird to turn someone into a controller and then not use them as a controller at all... at least for a bit!

Virgil does better than Remus, Patton, and Roman, and though Remus curses at him and Roman whines, the uproar isn't that intense considering this is Virgil's main hobby. As Virgil crosses the finish line on the first course - coming in first place, obviously - the controller vibrates excitedly, and Virgil flushes as he imagines it to be Logan buzzing in excitement. 

Logan meanwhile cries as his body is assaulted by more frequent buzzes. Virgil's good enough at Mario Kart to get a good lead, and when first place is far enough from second, frantic items are enabled, meaning Virgil's repeatedly struck by lightning, hit by red shells, and being chased by blues. Each attack on Virgil's kart sends another vibration through the controller, and through Logan's body. He feels incredibly hot, with his warmth drawing further perspiration from Virgil's hands, though it's not as much sweat as was coming from Roman. Virgil's hands taste like a nail polish remover, which Logan supposes makes sense when he sees Virgil's pale nails, clean of the black polish they're typically dressed with. But he hardly has time to process the way Virgil smells and tastes when the way Virgil makes him feel is so intense. 

He pets Logan's plastic body subconsciously between rounds, which is pleasant affection that contrasts the intense pleasure Logan's experiencing quite overwhelmingly. 

The third course gives Virgil a run for his money, with Virgil groaning out "I fucking hate Cheese Land!" while Remus cackles in the distance. With his lead now being threatened, Virgil leans forward slightly, squeezing Logan's plastic legs so tight Logan fears they might snap off. The pressure is more than pleasing though, and Logan finds he enjoys it just as much as he enjoys the harsher way Virgil presses his buttons and forces his joysticks forward. The actions are so hard that Patton chuckles softly. 

"You're going to end up giving your new controller drift issues if you continue being so rough," Patton warns him, which has Virgil softening slightly. 

"Sorry," he apologizes, even though it's "his" controller that he's using. Despite this apology, his thumb still keeps Logan's joystick pressed firmly forward, causing Logan to writhe and squirm in his own mind as it feels like his chest is being so carelessly abused. "I just hate this track. And if Remus hits me with another fucking red shell, I might actually commit a murder tonight." 

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Remus sings, and Logan vibrates again as Remus hits Virgil with a green shell this time, making Virgil huff. 

Virgil ends up in second following a horrid sequence of being blue shelled, red shelled, lightning struck, and boomeranged by a variety of people, with Remus drifting past him on the final stretch. Virgil's so bothered by this that he locks into the fourth race, with his thumbs pressing hard into Logan's form. 

Gone is the affectionate petting, replaced by hard squeezes and Virgil clicking his buttons so hard Logan's worried one might accidentally end up clawed out of him. Each brutal click is a new onslaught of pleasure, and when Virgil squeezes both his triggers at the same time right as he crosses the finish line, Logan again feels orgasmic. It's an intense amount of pressure and heat welling up inside of him, causing him to crave the sweet release of an orgasm. But one never comes. 

Instead, as Virgil finishes in first place, he sighs and leans back into the couch, handing the controller over to Patton when Patton reaches for it. They trade controllers, and Virgil's left with one of the Switch joy-cons. 

"I remember why I hate playing games with you," Virgil says towards Remus, who looks sweaty but smug where he sits across the room. 

Remus smiles prettily, blinking his eyes with faux innocence. "Why? Because I'm just too good?" 

"Because you're a nuisance."

"You flatter me." Remus watches as Patton lifts himself back onto the couch, and gets comfortable with the remote, and then his bottom lip juts out in a dramatic pout. "Why do I get the controller last?" 

"Because you'd break it before anyone else got to use it if you went first," Roman answers, as he passes his controller to Janus. 

Remus frowns. "I haven't broken the pro controller I'm currently using! Yet!" 

"Yet," Janus echoes with a chuckle. 

Characters are rotated again, and Logan's now held between Patton's hands. Patton's fingers are much thicker than anyone else's, and his hands themselves are simply just bigger and softer. He's also sweaty, but Logan can guess all of them are by now, as they've all been competing round after round by this point!

With how large Patton's palms are though, Logan's plastic body is completely enveloped by them. He briefly wonders how difficult it is for Patton to properly press and click what he needs to, but learns very quickly that it's in fact very difficult to use a controller not designed for your size, and even the process of changing his kart a little has Patton hitting three more buttons than he intends do, stimulating Logan three more times than anyone else typically would. Logan feels particularly helpless in Patton's hands compared to everyone else, and though Patton fidgets with him the least when idle, the fact he's constantly mis-clicking more than makes up for it. 

With his clammy palms pressing into the glowing crevices of Logan's form, Logan's left buzzing with ecstasy. It's so odd being manhandled, passed from person to person and unknowingly played with. And Patton is only accidentally rough, with his movements being as gentle as they can while also being his size. He's clearly taking extra care in trying not to break Virgil's new controller, but it's hard not to press the joystick down harder than the others when there's so much mass behind his movements. And it's difficult not to squeeze the legs of the controller when he's red shelled, letting out a playful quip to signify the frustration Logan can feel pulsing against his body. 

"I do like this controller a lot, Virgil," Patton eventually says as they finish the second race. "It feels good in my hands." 

Janus nods in agreement. "Though odd... I have to agree. It feels a lot better to hold than a typical pro controller, even if it's the exact same shape and style. Maybe the aesthetic of it just makes it better to hold?" 

"The designs of things are important," Roman affirms. "And I completely get what you mean. Does it have an accommodating build or something? A subtle curvature in the legs that make it nicer to hold, or different grooves in the body?" 

"I don't think so..." Patton murmurs as he lifts the controller up, going completely still on the race track as he inspects Logan's entire body. The way Patton's eyes scan his form has Logan feeling embarrassed, as though his naked body is being observed. "It looks like any normal pro controller. Just prettier." 

"Maybe it's a placebo thing," Virgil suggests, with a knowing shrug. "Or it's making you guys think of something you like, and thus you like it more." 

Roman flushes slightly. "Well, it does make me think of Logan..." 

Janus scoffs, as his character rams into Patton's stopped kart on the course. "I think it makes us all think of Logan. It's like that controller was specifically made for him." 

Made of him, more like. 

Remus wiggles his eyebrows. "So you all are admitting you like him? And he's on your minds just as much as he's on mine?" 

"Please," Virgil huffs, "you only think about him so much because you're dying to say you've slept with everyone in the house."  

"It'd be a cool achievement!" 

"You're gross," Roman insults, and he frowns as he watches Janus finish behind Remus in the race. Virgil comes third, just barely behind Dry Bowser, and Patton doesn't finish at all, as he's gotten too engrossed petting the controller. 

The final statistics screen comes up, causing Remus to rather violently toss his plain pro controller to the ground as he propels himself off the recliner to the arm of the couch, which he leans over as he swipes the controller from Patton's hands, causing Patton to whine in protest. 

"I was looking at that, Remus!" Patton insists, but Remus is already possessively curling back up in his chair. 

"Don't care!" Remus sings. "Everyone else has already gotten a turn with it, and it's my time to have fun!" 

Patton pouts, but bends down to grab Remus's controller from the carpet. He passes it to Roman, deciding he's done with games for now. Roman looks disappointed to have the uninteresting black controller, and looks on enviously as Remus pokes and prods at the blue controller invasively. 

The act of being so quickly taken from Patton and handed to Remus once again leaves Logan's head spinning, but Remus's rough and sharp pokes have him sobbing in overstimulated pleasure. Remus isn't even using him to race yet - as Roman has them back at the character select screen for the final time so they can all go back to their preferred characters and karts - and he's already forcing pleasant sensation upon intense jolt of pleasure onto Logan's body. 

"Now look at who's holding everyone up," Roman spits, as Remus is too focused messing with the controller to pick a character. Remus blows a raspberry at Roman before selecting Waluigi - to no one's surprise - and then goes right back to messing with the controller. 

"This feels really well made," Remus comments. "Like, yeah, it's plastic, but it feels like sturdy plastic." 

Virgil frowns as a random set of courses are selected. "Remus, I don't like where your mind is going." 

Remus rolls his eyes. "Calm down; I'm not going to throw the damn thing. I'm just incredibly tempted to do so." He grins wide, laughing openly at the way Virgil immediately sits up straighter. "I think it could withstand it. I mean, I'm squeezing pretty hard, and the casing hasn't cracked yet." 

Logan is being squeezed incredibly firmly, with Remus's fingers pressing brutally into his body. He's basically gripping Logan with the intent to break him, even if he claims to be doing the opposite. 

"Be careful with that, Remus," Virgil pleads, keeping his eyes focused on Remus's hands instead of the race that's starting at the same time. "I... I just got it. I don't need you to break it immediately." 

"I'm not going to break it. Probably." Remus eases his hold on Logan, and Logan internally sobs at the alleviation, though Remus being a bit more gentle compared to how he is normally isn't that much of a change. Especially considering Logan is still feeling sensitive from the four sessions of edging that he's experienced at Roman's, Janus's, Virgil's, and Patton's hands. They've all made him feel so incredibly close, and yet he's been unable to finish. And Remus further twists his joysticks in ways they haven't been twisted before, and presses his buttons so hard Logan can actually feel them start to loosen in his casing. His glow pulses rhythmically, and his body buzzes over, and over, and over as Remus carelessly drives into bananas, throws green shells that bounce back and smack him, and gets overzealous which ends with his kart tumbling over the track. Over, and over, and over. 

Logan would be crying if he could, but he can't. He'd be begging for release if he was able, but he isn't. 

Virgil checks his phone, flushes, and puts it away again, deciding he's not going to be distracted from the game. 

With his body being so recklessly messed with, Logan's desperate to squirm. He's desperate to climax. He's desperate for anything. 

The first race comes and goes. The second goes even slower. By the time Lakitu counts down to the start of the third race, Logan can barely think as his mind is swarmed with noises. His own moans, cries, and pleas are echoed within his own mind, forced to bounce around his mouthless, plastic form. He feels unnaturally hot, and he can tell he physically is! Remus does press hard into him, but is frequently flexing and wiggling his fingers to cool them down after being pressed so firmly against Logan's overheating plastic. When the current race ends, Logan vibrates again, and he no longer feels he can even articulate proper thoughts. 

Only pleasure swarms in his head. Only pleasure courses through his body. 

When the fourth race begins, Remus squeezes him so hard that the creases in his plastic where glowing, blue light shines through are momentarily pressed together, preventing his light from pouring out. It also further presses Logan into himself, warping his form until he can't tell where the plastic starts and ends. He doesn't know what shape he is. He just knows he's not human. He's an object. An object. An object. 

"Fuck!" Remus shouts, as the final course comes to a close. He looks like he might actually slam the controller into the ground, but he doesn't, instead hitting it against the plush arm of the recliner. Still, the feeling of being hit against something is jarring, and leaves Logan's head pounding and ears ringing, and his nonexistent cock throbbing. 

His mind is filled with a steady mantra of please, please, please over and over, hoping that if he begs hard enough he just might be heard. 

"Ugh, just because the damn thing is pretty doesn't mean it's lucky," Remus spits, as he throws the controller across the room where it luckily lands on the cushions between Janus and Virgil. Virgil immediately snatches his controller up, and holds it protectively in his lap. "I was hoping it'd help me win." 

Virgil, who came in first, looks unimpressed. "If you want to win, maybe you should just get good instead of relying on luck." 

"I think your ploy was to distract us all with that pretty little thing so you could pull ahead," Patton chuckles, tapping the blue controller. Patton's fingers drum against the stars on the side. "After all, you did incredibly well, and the rest of us-" Patton glances towards Roman, and smiles "-did okay." 

His fingers curl protectively around the controller, but Virgil can't help smiling. "Well, that wasn't my intention, but if it works, it works. Though, I think I'm going to retire the controller for now. Mario Party feels like the kind of game that'd get it smashed over a lost minigame, and I'd rather not break something so... important." He glares at Remus, who shrugs with a mischievous smile. "I'm going to run this up to my room really quickly. Be right back." 

Virgil's ass is swiftly slapped by Remus as he walks by, which has Virgil hissing at him, before he heads up the stairs. 

He lingers in the hallway briefly to make sure they don't follow him, and then turns into Logan's room instead of his own. He turns Logan back and forth in his hands, before his eyes linger on the shining, pulsing power button, that's front and center. Deciding he might as well turn the item off before he changes Logan back, Virgil hovers his thumb over it, and then presses down. 

The small click does big things to Logan, as it finally grants him that relief he's been craving. Just how being turned on felt insanely good, being turned off - or more specifically, his power button being pressed - is orgasmic. 

Despite having no physical ability to come, Logan still feels his climax as it hits him hard and fast. After being continuously deprived, this is an incredible blessing, as his mind becomes a white slate, blotted with nothing but pleasure as it pricks at every part of him. He's consumed by ecstasy, and even his own cries of relief blend together in one continuous stream of noise. 

Virgil sets him down gingerly on the bed, oblivious to Logan's orgasm, and pulls his phone out. He navigates back to the app, and clicks on Logan's profile, where there's an option to "Revert Transformation." 

Virgil doesn't know why he hesitates clicking it, but he does pause momentarily. His eyes flicker between the app and Logan, reading his green mood and debating whether or not keeping him downstairs for Mario Party would actually be too risky, before he finally reverses Logan's transformation. 

Similar to how Logan slowly shrunk and contorted into a controller, growing is just as strange to watch and slow to progress. But eventually Logan's nude body stretches out, growing from the controller until he's once again made of blood and flesh instead of plastic and wires. Though, there's a visible slickness to him, coating Logan from face to pelvis, with the matching white liquid still dripping from the head of Logan's cock. 

Virgil's eyes go wide as he sees the display. 

Logan's messy, twitching, sweaty body spread across his own bed. Logan's not even looking at him (not that he'd be able to read Virgil's embarrassed expression due to the fact his glasses were still buried in the rest of his clothes on the floor), as he's instead letting out a sob that echoes throughout his room. 

"Oh my god," Virgil breathes, nervously looking away and then back at Logan a few times, before he's able to compose himself. "I'm so, so sorry. Did that hurt you? Are you okay?" 

Logan takes in a shaky breath, settling his cries into overstimulated whimpers as he reaches for the blankets next to him, and pulls them over his body to spare his dignity despite Virgil having already seen his pathetic form. He's burning hot, but he further sweats as the comforter presses against his skin. "I'm fine," Logan croaks, and it's weird to hear his own voice again. Speaking words feels weird as he forms them on his tongue, after about an hour of not having a tongue. "Didn't hurt. Just... just a lot." 

As his thumb raises to his mouth, Virgil bites his nail and asks "a lot in a good way or a bad way." 

Logan's face goes dark red. One of his trembling arms swings over his face, to hide his expression. "In... in a new way," he stammers. "What did you do?" 

Nervously, Virgil steps deeper into the room, and sits on the edge of Logan's bed. "It's an app," Virgil explains. "A transformation app. I didn't even think it'd work at first. It's- uh..." Virgil chews his bottom lip, "it's made for sex, I think. It said it was made for deviants. And stuff. Sorry, I should have explained way more before using it on you. We just needed a controller, and I already told you that I wanted you there, and-" 

"Virgil," Logan raises his voice a bit, though it comes out less stern and more desperate than he'd want. When he realizes this, he almost shuts up completely, before shaking his head back and forth and forcing himself to keep talking. "It was fine. It was... it was fun. Very overwhelming, but fun." 

It was certainly not how Logan expected his night to go, but after experiencing it, he's not complaining in the slightest. 

Virgil nods his head. "Good. I'm glad. And I can admittedly tell you had fun." 

Logan pulls the blankets tighter around him in an attempt to hide his orgasm, even though it seemed to have splattered all over him when he came. 

"The... the shower should be free at least for the next hour. Maybe two. Mario Party tends to run long..." Virgil messes with the drawstrings on his hoodie, avoiding Logan's eyes. Despite the fact he can't seem to meet Logan's gaze out of embarrassment, there is a small smile on his face. He looks almost... pleased with himself. "I can start a bath for you, if you want." 

Further sinking back into the comfortable mattress beneath him, Logan murmurs "that'd be nice." 

Virgil stands, and slips his phone into his pocket. He gives Logan an earnest, albeit shy smile as he recedes into the doorway. "Thanks for joining us tonight," Virgil says, though he says it in such a way that Logan knows he's subtly being teased for not having a choice in the manner. "I'd check on your bath in about ten minutes. And if you have trouble walking or anything... Well, we're friends. I wouldn't mind helping." 

Then, Virgil turns and leaves.

Logan lays panting on his bed for the next few moments, with his body feeling incredibly sensitive. Even the fabric of his blankets rubbing against him makes him whine as his spent cock is rubbed, and he eventually has to throw the blankets away again even if it exposes his mess to the world. 

And though he's trying to catch his breath, he finds his heart surges just a bit at the idea Virgil wanted him there so badly he was willing to transform Logan in order to bring him there. 

"I don't hate you guys," Logan sighs, as he rinses his flatware off in the sink. Every dinner brought on this same interaction. Logan simply just ate faster than his five other roommates. Or they ate slower than him. Either way, he was consistently polishing off meals before they were even halfway done. "I just eat quickly. I suppose you could also interpret that as a less impolite compliment," he huffs, giving Patton a knowing look. Patton merely hits his chest twice, and lets out a more polite burp into his fist. 

"What's impolite is getting up from the table before everyone's done eating," Roman counters, though loud, dramatic slurping from Remus next to him - who's chosen to eat tonight's pasta with a straw - has him cringing slightly. "Though, tonight I don't blame you. I wouldn't want to watch Remus do that for the next half hour either." 

Remus chews obnoxiously with his mouth open, with flecks of food splattering across Roman's face as Remus argues "it's just the superior way to eat noodles. Not my fault you guys want to make a shit ton of dirty dishes instead of using a one-size-fits-all straw!" 

"Somebody's still going to have to wash that straw," Virgil grumbles. "Because the dishwasher sure as hell isn't going to clean all that sauce out of it." 

"Whose night is it for dishes anyway?" Janus asks, turning in his chair to look towards Logan.

Logan finishes loading his plate into the sink, before checking their designated chore-chart on the fridge. "Huh," Logan whistles, "it's Remus's. That's convenient." 

"Fuck!" Remus slams his fists against the table, and everyone rushes to grab their drinks to keep them from toppling over. Logan's lone glass of water is the only victim, as it falls to its side and dumps lukewarm water over a clean batch of napkins. Nobody seems bothered nor surprised by this, and Logan merely comes over to use those napkins to wipe away the rest of the liquid, drying the table in a matter of minutes. 

Janus rolls his eyes at Remus’s outburst. "Don't waste time whining," he scolds, before bringing the juice he'd picked out for dinner to his lips. He'd wanted wine, but had been dissuaded considering their early supper. "The sooner you start the dishwasher, the sooner we can begin our game night."

Remus lights up immediately. "I forgot we were doing that tonight!" he exclaims happily, before lifting his plate and tilting it back, dumping an excess amount of alfredo into his mouth. 

Cringing at that display, Virgil pushes his plate away with just a few bites left on it, deciding he's done. "Don't get too excited," he sighs, "I was only able to find one pro controller. Which means even if we use the Switch joy-cons individually, we only have three controllers. I was hoping for four." 

"Three isn't bad," Patton assures him. "There's six of us. It honestly works out better that way! That way half of us can play first, and then the other half can play second!" 

Logan washes his hands in the sink, before drying them with a dishtowel nearby. "There'll only be five of you gaming tonight," Logan interjects. "I'm unfortunately going to have to pass on tonight's hangout." 

The frowns that spread across the table are immediate, with Logan's roommates displaying a variety of emotions from disappointment to dejection. "Oh..." Virgil breathes, looking away from Logan and rubbing his arm. The action reads like an anxious habit, as though he feels silly for assuming Logan would join them in the first place. "You skipped last weeks' too." 

"He skips every week," Remus blurts out, avoiding Logan's eyes. "Too busy working on that fancy-schmancy computer to ever take a break." 

"This is true," Patton nods, "and breaks are really important. Surely you can spare just a few hours..." 

"I take breaks," Logan weakly protests. "There's just a big project going on right now that I need to devote my time to. You'd all like me a lot less if I missed paying my part of this month's rent, right? So it's best I just skip tonight in order to guarantee a paycheck tomorrow." 

Janus raises an eyebrow as Logan already begins shuffling towards the dining room doorway. "When's the project due?" he asks, but Logan slips away to avoid answering. 

He can hear the silence settle among the kitchen table as he leaves, and a part of him feels guilty, but he knows it's best he's not involved anyway. He's never really understood the games they've played, and when he has joined them (once or twice, when he was new to their living arrangement) he'd always felt like his criticisms of game logic messed up the so-called "vibe." 

They were likely only inviting him out of formality anyway. Just because he lived in the same house as them.

After all, it'd be awkward if they didn't ask him to join, and then he ran downstairs for a cup of coffee or something and saw them all piled on the couch gaming together! They probably didn't want him there; it was merely polite. And Logan could acknowledge their politeness, and still decide he didn't want to accept it and intrude on the relationships that were already formed. 

Everyone already knew each other before Logan had moved in. Remus and Roman were twins; Remus, Virgil, and Janus were high school friends; Patton and Roman had the same daycare job. He knows that Patton and Roman had gotten the house first, but had accidentally picked one with way too many bedrooms. So, they took in Remus, who wanted to bring Janus, who wanted to bring Virgil! And they'd all been living together for the past year. 

Logan only knew Virgil because they also were friends in high school, though it was more like they were acquaintances. They'd greet each other in the hallway, and they worked together on a project once, but that was the extent of their relationship. 

The only reason he was invited to live with everyone was due to Logan making a simple status update online regarding house-hunting, and Virgil approaching him with the house he lived in now. 

"Rents cheap," Virgil had told him over the phone. "It's cheap as it is split between five of us. A sixth person would just make it cheaper." 

Logan had doubted it initially. Not only would a house as nice as the one he was then shown around be expensive in the current housing market, but everyone seemed welcoming of him. There had to have been some drawback, some HOA, some clause that would ruin his credit score. But there'd been none of that. 

The only thing was that Logan was the odd-one-out amongst this established friend group. But he was fine with that. 

Right as Logan settles into his desk chair, there's a knock on his door. 

With a sigh, Logan forces himself back up, where he opens his room up to Virgil, who's standing with one of his hands in his hoodie pocket, and the other scratching behind his head. "Hey," Virgil starts, awkward as ever. "Are you... are you sure you don't want to join game night? Like, I completely understand that you already said you were busy, but we'd all really like to have you there. We planned on playing Mario Kart... maybe Mario Party, if we could keep the twins far enough away on the couch." He laughs quietly, but quickly clears his throat when Logan shakes his head. 

"I appreciate the offer, but you don't have to pretend you want me there," Logan replies. "I'm perfectly happy working alone." 

Virgil's brows furrow. "What? What do you mean 'pretend?'" 

Logan waves his hand towards the stairs, leading down to the living room. "I'm not good at games, nor am I a good sport around them. Don't you remember when I used to join you guys?" 

"Admittedly... no." Virgil looks away. "It's been months." 

"Exactly. So my presence isn't a necessity. You guys can have plenty of fun without me there." 

As Logan moves to turn away, Virgil follows him into the room. "That's not-" he starts, but Virgil has to quickly close his mouth and get his thoughts in order. "We can have fun without you there, but we aren't lying when we say we want you to join us. Well, Remus might be, but that's just because that'd be one less competitor to beat..." 

"Seriously, Virgil. I don't mind." 

Virgil reaches forward to grasp Logan's hand, which he squeezes firmly. "We mind," he starts, before shaking his head back and forth. "Not like... not like it bothers us! You're allowed to say no, and you're allowed to want to work, but if this is the reason you've been declining our invitations then I'm afraid you've been overthinking!"

Humming, Logan settles back at his computer. "I might be," he admits, "but that's my problem to work through. You needn't stay and talk me through my feelings, Virgil, especially if your game night is presumably starting soon. I apologize for drawing you away from the start of your gaming session." 

"Well, we haven't started yet." Virgil fiddles with the drawstrings of his jacket. "I wanted to do one last run-through of the house to see if I could find another pro controller. I swore we had two, but..."

"I wish I could help, but I'm busy. I'd recommend checking one of the twins' rooms; they both have horrible object permanence. It's likely under one of their beds, or tucked into a closet. If we actually have another, that is." 

Sighing, Virgil backs out of the room. "You're probably right. I'll check there. Thank you." 

Logan hums in response, and Virgil shuts the door, idling outside of it with a sad sigh. As he lingers in the hallway, Remus suddenly shouts up the stairs "hey! If you can't find the other controller, just turn something into it! It should work fine." 

"Oh please, Remus, that transformation app you spent money on is obviously a scam," Janus huffs in response. 

Virgil scurries over to the banister. "What transformation app?" he asks, stopping Remus seconds before he steps out of the room. 

While Janus looks playfully irritated at Virgil's interest, Remus sprints halfway up the stairs to flash a phone app in Virgil's face. "This is TF-U. It means 'Transformation You,' or whatever. It's supposed to let you turn things into other things!"

"Emphasis on supposed to," Janus mutters. "Remus hasn't been able to get the damn thing to work." 

"It works! Probably…!" Remus protests. "They can't charge you money for a defunct app. There might just be some rules or something I overlooked. You know I hate reading terms of service; it's just a bunch of legal mumbo-jumbo! Besides, I'm not the only one who sees the merit in this app. If that were the case, you wouldn't have downloaded it too!" 

"Just because I bought it doesn't mean I believe in it. It sure hasn't helped me turn any paper clips into wine bottles..." 

Remus rolls his eyes, before snatching Virgil's phone from his back pocket, knocking Virgil back and roughly onto the steps. "Here, I'll pay for your first month if you promise to read the fine print. That way, if you figure out a way to make it work, you can let us know. Otherwise, we have the grounds to storm their office and kill their employees. Legally." 

"We do not," Janus scolds him. "Now hurry up and grab your Switch so we can play." 

"I can't grab Virgil. He's busy." 

Virgil flushes dark red, and pushes himself back to his feet right as Remus hands him his phone back. "That's not funny, Remus," Virgil hisses at him, as he recedes back up the stairs. Remus follows him, though they go in opposite directions. "Logan could overhear those jokes, and he doesn't need to know personal stuff like that." 

"Maybe if he knew, he'd join us for a round or two." Remus licks his lips. "I've always wondered what nerd ass tasted like..." 

Virgil quickly rushes to his room to hopefully prevent any other out of pocket comments from Remus, but then sighs as he realizes he's not going to find the controller in here. His room is the only one he's ransacked top to bottom, as it's the only room he felt comfortable going through completely, so he knows even if he looks again he's going to end up empty handed. Though, Remus did say this transformation app should work. And even if Janus doubted him, Virgil knows the two of them aren't the smartest peas in a pod, and neither of them care much for reading instructions. So, not expecting much, Virgil taps the app, and is immediately greeted with a long terms of service that Virgil honestly can't blame the duo for skipping.

With a sigh, he settles back onto his bed to read through it, though he does try to be quick.

The first half is all just legal jargon that Virgil barely understands. The second half however labels itself as "Important User Instructions," which has Virgil scoffing.

Seriously? The instructions are labeled, and they missed them?

With more interest now, Virgil fully reads through the instructions line by line. The first half is just a welcome message that feels out of place in a TOS, let alone at the start of the instructional portion, but what comes after has Virgil surprised. 

Aloud, Virgil reads "TF-U is made for the kinksters, the deviants, and the freaks. Transformation only works on organic beings. TF-U is not for use on inanimate objects, plants, or animals. It's to be used on people, with its purpose being to turn them into inanimate objects for the sake of pleasure. All transformations will be reversed after twenty-four hours if the transformation hasn't been manually reversed by then. Any cracks, stains, or complete eradication of the transformed object are all for show, and will not cause any permanent pain, damage, or death of the transformed persons."

"Geez," Virgil shivers, "I'm glad they added that bit in there. Though the visual of shattering someone to pieces is..." 

Well, it's intrusive, and Virgil has to quickly shake that horrid image away as he instead focuses on how odd it is to make a transformation app that can only work on people. And how absurd it is to think an app like this could possibly exist... though having a snake-hybrid best friend growing up does allow Virgil to be way more open minded towards magic-adjacent stuff. 

Still, this doesn't really help him. 

"There's not really anyone around I could turn into a pro controller," he mumbles under his breath, finding the idea of a transformation app that can only transform people to be a bit counterintuitive, before suddenly a flush rises to his face. 

There is one person. The one person who turned down joining them for game night, and as such his absence wouldn't be questioned, because he was already intending on being absent…

It makes Virgil feel oddly perverse as he stands up without thinking, as though he's already made up his mind. 

"They said this app was for kinksters," he rationalizes, "which means being transformed must feel some level of good. And... and maybe if Logan joins us, he’ll see that he enjoys spending time with us, and maybe even realize how much we do actually want him there…”

He hardly even needs to justify this decision to himself seeing as he's already stepping out into the hallway, and making his way to Logan’s room.

The trek to Logan’s door is spent messing with the app, which leads to him stumbling upon a section called 'New Person,' which upon being clicked provides a pop-up that reads 'Scan the person you'd like to transform.' Virgil swallows the spit in his mouth as he reaches Logan’s room, keeping that screen pulled up on his phone as he fully commits to testing this app. 

Virgil doesn't bother knocking this time as he heads inside, causing Logan to jump in his chair and spin around fast at the noise of his door being swung upon. Though he looks like his work's been interrupted, Virgil can see the blank document partially obscured by Logan’s body sitting untouched behind him. 

"Virgil," Logan quickly addresses the man, smoothing out his shirt and adjusting his glasses. "Is there... is there something you need?" 

"Kind of." 

"Ah. Still no luck with the controller, I suppose?" 

Virgil chews his inner cheek. "Well, I guess. Can you... can you stand up really quick?" 

Logan raises an eyebrow, but lifts himself out of his chair, standing up straight. "Okay...?" 

Virgil points his phone at Logan, making sure he's completely in frame from head-to-toe, before clicking the white "scan" button at the bottom. Virgil's flash lights up, while the display on his screen shows multicoloured wires warping over Logan's body, as if adhering to the curves and twists of his figure. After the wiring pulses twice, it goes green, and another text box appears reading 'Body scan saved. Enter name.'

Quickly, Virgil types in "Logan," before another instructional wall of text. 

'Audible consent required from 'Logan.''

Clearing his throat, Virgil nervously glances back up at Logan. "Would you mind if I tried something a bit unorthodox?" he asks, hoping Logan's curiosity will allow him to participate without interrogating Virgil’s intentions. 

And though Logan looks skeptical, Virgil can see his interest steadily growing. It takes Logan a minute to answer, but when he does, it's affirmative.

"Sure. You've piqued my interest." 

Virgil's phone beeps. 'Consent acquired. Proceed with transformation.' 

Virgil's taken back to the main screen, though Logan's name stays in the corner, signifying he's the person about to be transformed. There's a separate tab for objects, which are separated into a bunch of different categories (with even more subcategories under those aforementioned categories), but Virgil's thumb clicks on the search bar instead. 

He quickly types up 'pro controller,' and is pleased to find the exact Switch controller he was looking for. He clicks it, clicks a box called 'custom design' without really thinking, and then clicks 'confirm.' 

Logan's just about to question what exactly Virgil's doing, only to suddenly feel vertigo hit him. It's a wave so violent he crumples to his knees, as blood rushes to his head. He feels dizzy and bleary, and he can really only blink up at a slightly excited, slightly concerned looking Virgil before his glasses slip off his face and clatter to the floor in front of him.

He tries to reach for them, but his arms don't move. And when he looks back up at Virgil, he finds that Virgil somehow seems to be standing even taller than he was before. He looks almost gigantic! Not even almost; Virgil is gigantic! 

Logan makes an attempt to ask what's going on, but his voice doesn't come out of him. In fact, Logan no longer has a mouth for words to come out of! 

"Holy shit..." Virgil gasps, before crouching down. Sitting helplessly in a pile of Logan's own clothes is a pro controller. 

It doesn't have a design akin to any Nintendo controller Virgil's ever seen before, but he supposes that might have something to do with the custom design category he checked off. The controller is primarily blue, but the underside is a deep, navy blue that gets lighter as it travels up the controller's front. Along the side are a mixture of silver and white stars, with both of the joysticks being star shaped. 

Virgil's left breathless as he runs his fingers over Logan's new body, though his phone quickly buzzes, startling him and nearly making him drop Logan, who's hit with that familiar feeling of falling and following lightheadedness right before he's caught. 

He's set on his own bed as Virgil messes with his phone, before showing it to Logan. 

"I- I assume you can see right now," Virgil stammers, "but if you can't, I think at least you can hear?" 

Luckily, Logan can do both. In fact, it seems all his senses are intact. He just can't speak. 

"But, for clarification, I've... I've turned you into a controller. Not forever, or anything! Just for tonight's gaming session! Through this app. I don't know how it works; honestly, I didn't even think it would work, but I want you to spend time with us, and everyone else wants a fourth controller, so... this is a good compromise."

Logan stares at the screen as it's all he can do, but finds himself fascinated by everything he sees. Especially when Virgil clicks on Logan's name in the corner, which takes them to a new screen, detailing Logan's current transformation, and surprisingly his mood!

"Woah," Virgil exhales, staring at the 'Currently Feeling:' segment of the app, where it reads 'Fascinated' in green letters. There's a small question mark near the 'Currently Feeling:' part, which Virgil clicks, before reading it to Logan. "TF-U believes in making sure all participants in the transformation process stay happy, pleasured, and comfortable. For this reason, feelings are always labeled and updated by the minute. Good feelings will be shown in green, hesitant ones in yellow, and negative ones in red. If at any point transformed persons wish to be un-transformed, the reversal process will take effect. Be wary they will revert back to human form wherever they currently are, with an unfortunate lack of clothes, so be mindful when taking transformed persons out in public." 

Logan would flush if he could, knowing that he was previously resting in his own empty shirt just moments before. It made sense his clothes wouldn't transform with him, even if transforming at all was still a shock. 

"That's honestly kind of relieving," Virgil murmurs. "At least I'll always have the assurance you're actually enjoying yourself..." 

"Virgil!" Patton suddenly calls up the stairs. His voice comes through Logan's room somewhat muffled through his half-open door, but his thick southern accent is full of unmistakable impatience, masked with a polite "we're waitin' on you, champ!" letting Virgil know he's holding all of them up.

Virgil glances towards the door, before shaking away his nerves. "Okay. You should work just like any other controller, so..." 

And it should feel good, otherwise Virgil doesn't think the app would be boasting about being made specifically for sex freaks, though Virgil doesn't know exactly how good, and he's kind of too busy to care. So, he grabs Logan, holding him firmly in one hand as he tucks his phone into his pocket, and heads back downstairs.

Roman notices him first, and his face lights up in an excited smile. "You found a fourth controller!" he exclaims. "Thank god." 

Patton chuckles. "Remus and Roman have been fighting over the pro controller after Janus and I called dibs on the joy-cons." 

Virgil gives a nervous smile, but hesitates handing the controller over to Remus, who reaches for it immediately. 

"Hey," Remus immediately pouts, "what's the hold up?" 

"It's just..." Virgil's eyes flicker down to Logan, who looks like an unsuspecting item. He swallows the spit in his mouth. "This controller is just new. And... you're not the most careful, Remus." 

Remus raises an eyebrow, before wriggling back into the recliner. "Did you use the app to turn something sentimental of yours into a controller for us?" he asks, making Virgil flush, and Roman and Patton turn towards him with confused expressions. 

"No!" Virgil immediately squeaks, in a manner that's not entirely convincing. "It was just expensive." 

"Hm..." Janus hums in consideration, "it does look expensive. I didn't even know Nintendo could make controllers that weren't hideous to look at. Is the one you're holding Rosalina-themed or something?" 

"It looks too dark of a blue to be Rosalina-themed," Roman argues. "Maybe it's just a simple night-sky design... though I do have to agree it's quite pretty. I'm more than happy to use a controller like that!" 

When Roman reaches for it this time, Virgil hands it over, making Remus huff. However, both Janus and Patton are also eyeing the controller, and neglecting their own. 

"Honestly... I want to use that controller too," Patton confesses, which has Janus smiling slightly. 

"Funny," Janus chirps, "I was about to say the same thing." 

Logan would blush over the attention they were all showering him with if he could, but everyone desiring to... use him only makes Roman grip him tighter. It's an odd feeling considering the size of Roman's hands relative to Logan's new form, but it's quite enjoyable. Roman's warm palms envelop the "legs" of the controller, which feels like half of Logan's entire body is being gripped. Considering he's no longer human-shaped, it's not like any specific part of him is being held, just that half of his current body is. It's incredibly difficult to explain, and even more disorienting to experience, but it's by no means unpleasant. 

"Back off!" Roman insists. "You and Patton already have controllers. And Remus can use the ugly one." 

Remus groans, and pushes himself back so violently in his chair that he nearly topples the recliner to the ground. "Ugh, fine! But I'm getting a turn with Virgil's expensive controller before the night ends." 

"Me too," Patton firmly states. "It looks unlike anything Nintendo's produced. And I just want to see if it feels the same and all..." 

"Virgil and I shall also be using the controller at some point," Janus announces. "Considering it belongs to Virgil, and I'm his best friend." 

"Virgil doesn't have a best friend, actually," Remus nasally responds, as though he's mocking a sweet sentiment argued by one of them at some point. The thick southern accent he poorly imitates quickly reveals who he's trying to make fun of. "He loves us all equally."

Rolling his eyes, Virgil quips "I love one of you a lot less right now," which has Remus laughing outright. 

Roman scoots closer to the arm of the couch while Janus moves closer to Patton, who wraps an arm around him, even though it makes it harder for him to use his controller. The space they make on the cushions gives Virgil the perfect place to sit, and he ends up thigh-to-thigh beside Roman. 

He's honestly glad they're sitting so close, as it allows him to monitor Logan, who still looks like just a pretty pro controller. As Remus powers on the Switch, Virgil takes the opportunity to discreetly check his phone and read Logan's mood, which displays a green 'Embarrassed,' which has Virgil relaxing slightly. Still no negatives is great considering they've integrated with the main group, and it'd be incredibly awkward if Logan shifted back to his human form now. 

Remus's Nintendo Switch loads up to the home screen, with Remus then connecting his controller first, followed by Patton's joy-con as player two, and Janus's as player three. Though, when Roman hits Logan's power button, nothing happens aside from a small shock being sent through Logan's plastic casing. 

It feels startling, but underwhelming, as if something more was supposed to happen. 

Roman frowns immediately, which is a sight Logan doesn't love seeing. "Mine's broken," Roman whines, which has Virgil's heart nearly skipping a beat. 

But before he has the opportunity to curse himself for being stupid enough to think a human-turned-controller would work as an actual pro controller, Janus is snatching the object from Roman's hand and kneeling on the ground in front of the outlet. 

"It's probably not broken," Janus counters. "If it's new, it might just be dead. Have you ever charged it, Virgil?" he questions, though he's already pulling a USB-C cable between his fingers, and bringing it to the controller's charging port. 

Logan's dizzy as he's quickly moved from the couch to the floor, but then he's flushing dark as the plug hovers right above his port. His field of vision is nearly unlimited; it's as if he can see around his entire body at once, but right now he's focused on the cable practically teasing him. He has no idea what being plugged in would feel like, just that it's bound to feel like something. 

"No," Virgil states, though he's scooting to the edge of the couch to watch Janus closely. "Haven't had the opportunity to... you know?" 

"Well, then that's likely the issue. Though, I doubt we have a cable long enough to reach all the way to the couch..." 

"We can take turns playing on the floor then," Patton declares. "Since we all want to use the controller, then rotating on and off the furniture won't be that big of a deal. And the controller should have a nice and full battery by the time we switch to Mario Party!" 

Roman shrugs, and slides off the couch, sitting beside Janus. "Sounds good to me." 

Finally, Janus stops messing with him and pushes the plug into Logan's socket, which is a startling feeling. It's like his hole is being stuffed full by a thick, weirdly-shaped object, that feels way better that it probably should. And what's even more overwhelming than that is the fact Logan can feel literal electricity being pumped into his body in pulses, with the energy then cycling through him so intensely that Logan would be writhing if he could. It's like a constant series of pleasant shocks coursing into him wave after wave, with little respite between them. And this time when Roman presses his button, Logan's body lights up as he's quite literally turned on.

 His power button being pressed sends orgasmic pleasure coursing through him as the crevices of his controller body starts to shine with bright blue light. 

"Cool!" Roman cheers. "It's so fancy, it even glows!" 

"Geez, Virgil? How much of your boss's dick did you have to swallow to be able to afford that?" Remus snickers. “Is it even a normal pro controller? I don’t remember them having that sort of layout with the buttons… And my controller certainly doesn’t have a power button…” 

But Logan can't even listen to them tease Virgil, as he's too busy trembling with ecstasy. 

His plastic body vibrates too, as though translating his pleasured quakes directly to Roman's hand, who smiles as he takes it as a sign it's powered fully on, though the vibration was not caused by Logan at all, and is merely another wonderful feeling stacked atop the multitude of arousing feelings he's being assaulted with. It's as though two toys are buried deep inside of him, vibrating randomly, though Logan can guess he’ll vibrate whenever a normal controller would. 

On the screen, Logan's connected to the Switch like any other controller would be. He ends up as player four, but Roman - who would normally whine and pout about not being player one - doesn't seem to care. Instead, he gets comfortable, holding Logan happily in his hands as his thumbs methodically fiddle with the star-shaped joysticks, which have angles that feel pleasantly textured against Roman's fingers. 

Remus navigates them to Mario Kart, and the group indulge in background chatter, but Logan can't listen to any of them. Not with how oddly erotic his body feels. 

He has no idea how Virgil's transformed him, but he almost doesn't want to question it due to how good he feels. The high from being literally turned on has passed, but that doesn't mean his pleasure has become any less extreme! He's still being orgasmatically charged, and his body is still being fiddled with. In fact, the joysticks Roman's so casually messing with feel like Logan's nipples are being pressed down and rubbed, further sending pleasurable signals through his body, as well as actual signals through the controller and to the Switch. 

"I call dibs on Princess Peach!" Roman exclaims, as he navigates to his beloved princess character. As he selects her, pressing the button is like zapping Logan with a brief shock, more intense than the steady charges that pulsate throughout him. Furthermore, the action of selecting her makes his body vibrate, and Logan would sob if he could. 

He's never experienced pleasure like this, and he doubts his human body would even be able to! His body wouldn't be able to be completely enveloped by Roman's warm hands, nor would his genitalia and erogenous zones be so spread out, yet packed together. It's like he's been completely rearranged on a molecular level... which isn't too far off! 

Janus moves back to his spot on the couch and selects Dry Bowser. Patton selects Cat Mario, while Remus debates between a few characters before finally settling on Waluigi. 

They stick to random tracks, with Remus changing the rules, the speed, and the items, giving Logan the most amount of peace he's able to receive while still being filled with energy, before he feels Roman's fingers tense around him. 

His plastic casing is squeezed, with Roman's palms pressing hard into the controller's legs. The pads of his fingers briefly stroke the underside of the pro controller, before Roman's thumbs settle on Logan's joystick and buttons. It's almost teasing the way Roman hesitates applying pressure until necessarily, especially since Logan can't arch into it. 

But honestly, the fact he even wants to lean into the pleasure fills him with an intense amount of embarrassment. 

These are his friends. His roommates. How would they feel knowing he's getting off on this sexually? 

He wonders if Virgil knows. Virgil had been clicking and reading notes from the app as if he's never used it before, so there was the reasonable assumption that Virgil had no clue how transformed people will feel, and thus has no idea how Logan feels. 

The app would tell him, but Virgil has his phone buried in his pocket, and his legs are pulled up on the couch as he focuses on the TV as a course is randomly selected. It's as though he's momentarily forgotten about Logan for the time being as Janus makes a joke in his direction, causing Virgil to chuckle right as Lakitu makes his way onto the screen to do the typical countdown. 

As soon as the race starts Logan's body is hit with another vibration, as Peach takes off on screen. 

Logan can only briefly focus on the split-screen television before it makes him dizzy, as it's hard to focus on the fast-moving characters while his body is being assaulted from every angle, with every sensation imaginable. As Roman slams the joystick forward, left, and right, Logan's left crying out in his own mind as it feels like his chest is being groped and squeezed relentlessly. 

Furthermore the button being pressed down to accelerate feels like Logan's entire body is being pressed, though specifically like his groin is being abused in the best way possible. 

It's not as though his dick are the buttons, just that the buttons being pressed feel like his cock is being rubbed, and it's unfairly good. It gets even better when Roman subconsciously tries to press the button harder to go faster, even if that logic doesn't make sense with the game. Normally, Logan would point out the flaw in this mindset; this isn't a piano; how hard Roman presses the buttons doesn't affect anything! But the harder Roman presses him, the better it feels, as Logan's left the victim of every push, click, twist, and press. 

The first race ends with Roman in second, just behind Janus. Remus is fourth, and Patton is eighth. Logan hears Patton make some silly joke about being too old for these higher frame rates, and threatening to pull out his old GameCube and Mario Kart: Double Dash and see how well they fare then!

But as the countdown to the second race begins, Logan finds he can taste. And what he tastes is unmistakably sweat. 

As the next course starts and Roman goes back to hitting buttons and maneuvering joysticks, Logan's left reeling as the taste of Roman's perspiration begins to seep into the crevices of his plastic form. 

It makes sense Roman would end up worked up. He's competitive; he's no doubt focused, and Logan can feel the pulse of Roman's heart in the palms of his hands. With him this excited, this focused, this pumped, sweat was almost to be expected! But Logan didn't expect to be able to taste it... though he shouldn't be surprised, considering all of the other things he can feel, see, and smell. 

Tasting Roman's sweat is a lot different than just smelling him after a workout, or washing his sweat-soaked work clothes after a long day at daycare. It should be a lot grosser than it is, but Logan finds he's not bothered at all. In fact, he's only further aroused as his body is invaded with the salty taste of Roman's musk. It feels incredibly perverse to be drinking it down as it's rubbed into the glowing cracks of his body, but he really has no other choice. And as Roman's sweat is literally rubbed into him, Logan starts to overheat. The vibrations, the electricity pulsing through him, the constant pleasure being delivered from Roman's fingers to Logan's knobs and levers... it's overwhelming. 

"Geez," Roman gasps, as the second race comes and goes. "Is anyone else's controller getting hot?" 

"I think you're just causing it to overheat," Janus teases him. "You look like you're burning up hotter than the Switch." 

"I'm just focused, is all," Roman scoffs. "I'm sure you don't understand what that's like, considering you've dropped down to fourth on the leaderboard." 

Janus's hand hits his heart hard. "Rude. Somebody ought to teach you some manners." He nudges Patton in the side. "Can you believe he's talking to me like this? He's got quite the mouth on him." 

Patton flushes and tugs at his collar, missing the acceleration boost he'd get at the start of round three because he's too busy stammering. "Yeah, he does have quite the mouth..." Patton stutters, though the way he sees it clearly implies an innuendo that has Virgil pulling his hoodie over his head to hide the embarrassed tint on his cheeks as he tries not to think too deeply about Patton's words. 

Instead, Virgil focuses more so on the fact Roman said the controller was hot, and begins to worry about Logan's wellbeing. 

He pulls the app up, but tilts himself so that Janus's prying eyes can't peek over his shoulder to snoop. He clicks Logan's profile immediately, eyes immediately flickering to Logan's mood with worry, but letting out a sigh of relief when he sees a green "Orgasmic" feeling. In fact, he's more than relieved! He's honestly a little flustered on Logan's behalf! But they did say this was an app for kinksters, and if Virgil was being manhandled by Roman's hands, then he'd likely be just as aroused. 

When Virgil finally looks up from his phone, it's because Roman's cheering, pumping the controller up and down in the air. While Virgil's chest surges with a brief bit of anxiety, Logan experiences a cooling, disorienting bout of vertigo. Wind rushes over him as he's waved in the air, before his head spins as he's lowered back into Roman's lap, where he rests on Roman's bare, sweaty thigh that's barely covered by Roman's shorts as Roman leans back with a wide grin. "What? No congratulatory kisses?" Roman mockingly pouts, which has Patton chuckling at him while Remus makes a noise of disgust. 

Janus is the only one to join Roman on the floor and press a few kisses to his face, which immediately has Patton glancing behind him, and up the stairs. 

"Should we be so affectionate in the living room?" Patton inquires. "You know I'd love kissing you, Roman, but we did all agree we'd keep our relationship private..." 

Remus blows a dismissive raspberry with his mouth, effectively getting spit all over his pro controller. "Please. As if Logan's going to come out of his room and catch us. He hardly leaves his room to piss! And this was our house first; we might as well just let him know we're all gay and get on with our lives." 

It was Virgil's idea to keep their relationship on the down-low, as it was a bit of an odd relationship. There's not many poly people in their town, let alone a poly quintuple! And it's been hard enough explaining how three of them are dating the twins individually, but the twins aren't dating each other. Everybody they've interviewed for the spare room in their house was either weirded out by their queerness, or assumed they supported incest, which was always a struggle. So when Logan went looking for a house, Virgil had suggested they keep their relationship under wraps at least for a while. But it's been a lot longer than a while; it'd be weird for Logan to find out they were all dating now! 

But Logan's here with them in the living room, and with the game finished some of the senses assaulting Logan's controller body have been alleviated. Roman's no longer pressing his buttons or squeezing his plastic frame. He still is being stuffed full of electricity (which quite literally has begun feeling like he's being force-fed spoonfuls of sheer energy, filling Logan's stomach until it's pleasurably content), and there is still a cord wedged into his socket, but it's still not as intense as before. And he is listening. 

Sure, he's not processing everything, but he can see Roman and Janus kissing, and he eventually sees Patton kneel down to do it too, though he's clearly trying to resist just a little bit. 

Logan is left wondering what's going on between them, though the context is quickly filled in as Virgil doesn't protest, and just stares at the controller in Roman's lap as he says "well, in our defense, it'd be... it'd be a bit weird if Logan hadn't started to suspect something by now," which is enough information for Logan to piece things together. 

Okay, all his roommates were dating one another. That's fine. But right now, he's being squished between two of them as Janus leans partially into Roman's lap, only to be yanked out of it suddenly. 

Janus stands so quickly Logan's left dizzy again, and he internally cries in surprise when the charging cord falls out of him. "Ha!" Janus slyly exclaims, before tossing himself on the couch next to Virgil. Roman immediately tries to protest as the controller is stolen from him, but Janus just winks towards Remus who starts the next race. "You snooze you lose," Janus taunts Roman, before tossing him the shitty Switch joy-con, which has Roman pouting. 

"That controller absolutely wasn't done charging," Roman whines. 

"Doesn't matter," Janus argues, "it's charged enough. And it's my turn with it. This pretty thing has been tempting me since Virgil brought it downstairs." 

Virgil lets out a shaky breath as Janus's thumb rotates one of Logan's joysticks in circles. Slow, methodical circles, that only feel sensual to Virgil given his insider knowledge (though it also feels sensual to Logan, who once again is left unable to writhe as his body is once again teased with pleasure). "It's been tempting me for a lot longer," Virgil mumbles, before wrapping his arms around Janus's waist. Janus raises the controller slightly, suspecting Virgil is trying to steal it from him, but that moment never arises. 

Patton stays on the floor with Roman, both of them leaning against the legs of the couch as a new four-course race is selected, meaning Logan's thrust back into the same sexual cycle filled with tantalizing built up, sensual pressure, and orgasmic feelings that'd bring him to his climax if this body could climax. But it can't. 

In fact, there doesn't seem to be any sort of obvious way Logan can release. He just has to keep all that pent-up sexual energy inside of him!

He'd let out a frustrated cry if he could, but not only is he silenced, he's also quickly consumed with pleasure once again as Janus races with him. Janus is a lot gentler compared to Roman, and he doesn't sweat so Logan's unfortunately no longer tasting Roman's musk with every crevice of his plastic body. Instead, he feels as Janus's sharp nails scratch his outer layer, making him shiver and moan as he wonders whether or not the scratching leaves any marks against him. Janus also has a habit of tapping his nails along the underside of the controller when idle, making Logan whimper at the teasing feeling of the tips of Janus's nails quickly brushing and pulling away from his back. 

Virgil still isn't rotated into their game, but he doesn't complain, instead watching up close as Janus plays so casually with Logan, unaware Logan’s actively participating in tonight’s game night. 

Their game nights have turned into what's essentially date-nights - it almost always ends with some form of kissing or certain people stealing others away to bedrooms - but they still desired Logan to be a part of all of them. It's not like he was brought into the house with the expectation he'd eventually join their polycule, but it's not like they were opposed to adding new members either. If only Logan didn't stubbornly refuse every game night, movie marathon, or outing they tried to include him in...

Virgil briefly wonders if Logan is enjoying himself more like this than he would if he were just a person sandwiched between them on the couch. The app says Logan feels good. Is that just mentally? Or physically as well? Can one even feel mentally orgasmic? 

The answer was yes to both, as Logan is once again worked up quickly and completely. He's no longer getting his stomach pumped full of energy, but it means he gets the inverse sensation of feeling the energy steadily deplete as his battery is drained with each action entered into him, and each twist of his joysticks. When Janus falls behind, he grips Logan tighter, and digs his nails harder into the glowing crevices of Logan's plastic. 

It's an odd intrusion, but it feels like a hard-to-reach itch is being generously scratched, which is a welcome, wholesome feeling among the many sexual ones. 

As Janus claws his way back to second on the overall leaderboard right as the third race ends, he leans back into Virgil's touch and comments "I do wish Logan was here. Honestly, this controller really reminds me of him. And I'm sure he'd love playing Rosalina in-game." 

"I always thought he'd be more of an Isabelle kind of guy," Patton hums. He's coming in dead-last this race, though he seems determined to at least move up a bit as they enter the fourth track. "She's responsible, intelligent, funny..." 

"I'm with Janus on this one," Remus hums, picking at his teeth. He's hardly trying this race, and is middle of the road because of it. "The nerd loves stars, and space, and blue. Rosalina's right up his alley!" 

"Those are very basic things to enjoy," Roman huffs. "Rosalina is also motherly and reserved, and Logan very often speaks his mind about things bothering him. Not that my dear Rosalina wouldn't, just that she wouldn't get as... red in the face as Logan would." 

"He's only red and huffing when he's scolding you," Remus points out. 

Roman's bottom lip juts out in a pout. "He does not! He gets all mad when he's lecturing you, too!" 

"He gets annoyed at both of you," Janus decisively states. "And I completely understand where he's coming from. Now get owned." Janus punctuates his words by setting his controller in his lap seconds after crossing the finish place, in first place this time. Coming in first here puts him into first on the overall leaderboard, and he ends up the winner of that course. He smiles smugly as Roman gapes at the screen, before whining something about how that's not fair as Janus passes the controller to Virgil. 

Logan finds that he can feel the differences in the way they all hold him. There are subtle nuances that he likely wouldn't be able to see with his eyes, but that he can feel with his body. For example, Virgil's hands are trembling slightly, and he holds Logan a lot lighter than Roman and Janus had. 

Logan shivers as Virgil stares down at him. Virgil knows, and that's why he's regarding Logan with such care, but even the gentlest of touches feel so intense to a body as small and compact as Logan's current one. As Virgil lightly hovers his thumb over the buttons, and teasingly presses down on Logan's triggers, Logan feels more than embarrassed, as Virgil surely knows what this is doing to him. He must know! But if he doesn't realize the effect this has on him, then... Well, Logan can't say that's not equally as hot. 

"Hurry up and pick your character," Remus spits, as they linger on the character select screen. 

Virgil snaps to attention, and rushes to move away from Janus's previous pick of Dry Bowser to Shy Guy, who he clicks immediately. In his haste, he's a bit rough with Logan's joystick, making Logan jolt as another vibration courses through him upon Virgil locking onto his character. 

With Janus massaging Patton's shoulders, Remus spread over the recliner, and Roman resting back against the couch, Virgil's left the only one somewhat stiff, and it's because of what he's holding. But if he had any hesitation regarding using Logan like a normal controller, it's quickly washed away as the countdown to the race starts. It's not as though Virgil is insanely competitive; timers just make him nervous! And the ticking down has his heart instinctually speeding up and leaning forward slightly. Besides, he's not half-bad at Mario Kart considering he spends a lot of his free time gaming. It'd be incredibly suspicious if he started doing poorly all of a sudden! And though everyone wants Logan at their game nights, he's not sure how chill they'd be with Logan having been here the whole time! 

So, Virgil tries to convince himself to treat Logan like any normal pro controller. The TF-U app would probably expect people turned into objects to function just like the objects they were turned into. It'd be weird to turn someone into a controller and then not use them as a controller at all... at least for a bit!

Virgil does better than Remus, Patton, and Roman, and though Remus curses at him and Roman whines, the uproar isn't that intense considering this is Virgil's main hobby. As Virgil crosses the finish line on the first course - coming in first place, obviously - the controller vibrates excitedly, and Virgil flushes as he imagines it to be Logan buzzing in excitement. 

Logan meanwhile cries as his body is assaulted by more frequent buzzes. Virgil's good enough at Mario Kart to get a good lead, and when first place is far enough from second, frantic items are enabled, meaning Virgil's repeatedly struck by lightning, hit by red shells, and being chased by blues. Each attack on Virgil's kart sends another vibration through the controller, and through Logan's body. He feels incredibly hot, with his warmth drawing further perspiration from Virgil's hands, though it's not as much sweat as was coming from Roman. Virgil's hands taste like a nail polish remover, which Logan supposes makes sense when he sees Virgil's pale nails, clean of the black polish they're typically dressed with. But he hardly has time to process the way Virgil smells and tastes when the way Virgil makes him feel is so intense. 

He pets Logan's plastic body subconsciously between rounds, which is pleasant affection that contrasts the intense pleasure Logan's experiencing quite overwhelmingly. 

The third course gives Virgil a run for his money, with Virgil groaning out "I fucking hate Cheese Land!" while Remus cackles in the distance. With his lead now being threatened, Virgil leans forward slightly, squeezing Logan's plastic legs so tight Logan fears they might snap off. The pressure is more than pleasing though, and Logan finds he enjoys it just as much as he enjoys the harsher way Virgil presses his buttons and forces his joysticks forward. The actions are so hard that Patton chuckles softly. 

"You're going to end up giving your new controller drift issues if you continue being so rough," Patton warns him, which has Virgil softening slightly. 

"Sorry," he apologizes, even though it's "his" controller that he's using. Despite this apology, his thumb still keeps Logan's joystick pressed firmly forward, causing Logan to writhe and squirm in his own mind as it feels like his chest is being so carelessly abused. "I just hate this track. And if Remus hits me with another fucking red shell, I might actually commit a murder tonight." 

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Remus sings, and Logan vibrates again as Remus hits Virgil with a green shell this time, making Virgil huff. 

Virgil ends up in second following a horrid sequence of being blue shelled, red shelled, lightning struck, and boomeranged by a variety of people, with Remus drifting past him on the final stretch. Virgil's so bothered by this that he locks into the fourth race, with his thumbs pressing hard into Logan's form. 

Gone is the affectionate petting, replaced by hard squeezes and Virgil clicking his buttons so hard Logan's worried one might accidentally end up clawed out of him. Each brutal click is a new onslaught of pleasure, and when Virgil squeezes both his triggers at the same time right as he crosses the finish line, Logan again feels orgasmic. It's an intense amount of pressure and heat welling up inside of him, causing him to crave the sweet release of an orgasm. But one never comes. 

Instead, as Virgil finishes in first place, he sighs and leans back into the couch, handing the controller over to Patton when Patton reaches for it. They trade controllers, and Virgil's left with one of the Switch joy-cons. 

"I remember why I hate playing games with you," Virgil says towards Remus, who looks sweaty but smug where he sits across the room. 

Remus smiles prettily, blinking his eyes with faux innocence. "Why? Because I'm just too good?" 

"Because you're a nuisance."

"You flatter me." Remus watches as Patton lifts himself back onto the couch, and gets comfortable with the remote, and then his bottom lip juts out in a dramatic pout. "Why do I get the controller last?" 

"Because you'd break it before anyone else got to use it if you went first," Roman answers, as he passes his controller to Janus. 

Remus frowns. "I haven't broken the pro controller I'm currently using! Yet!" 

"Yet," Janus echoes with a chuckle. 

Characters are rotated again, and Logan's now held between Patton's hands. Patton's fingers are much thicker than anyone else's, and his hands themselves are simply just bigger and softer. He's also sweaty, but Logan can guess all of them are by now, as they've all been competing round after round by this point!

With how large Patton's palms are though, Logan's plastic body is completely enveloped by them. He briefly wonders how difficult it is for Patton to properly press and click what he needs to, but learns very quickly that it's in fact very difficult to use a controller not designed for your size, and even the process of changing his kart a little has Patton hitting three more buttons than he intends do, stimulating Logan three more times than anyone else typically would. Logan feels particularly helpless in Patton's hands compared to everyone else, and though Patton fidgets with him the least when idle, the fact he's constantly mis-clicking more than makes up for it. 

With his clammy palms pressing into the glowing crevices of Logan's form, Logan's left buzzing with ecstasy. It's so odd being manhandled, passed from person to person and unknowingly played with. And Patton is only accidentally rough, with his movements being as gentle as they can while also being his size. He's clearly taking extra care in trying not to break Virgil's new controller, but it's hard not to press the joystick down harder than the others when there's so much mass behind his movements. And it's difficult not to squeeze the legs of the controller when he's red shelled, letting out a playful quip to signify the frustration Logan can feel pulsing against his body. 

"I do like this controller a lot, Virgil," Patton eventually says as they finish the second race. "It feels good in my hands." 

Janus nods in agreement. "Though odd... I have to agree. It feels a lot better to hold than a typical pro controller, even if it's the exact same shape and style. Maybe the aesthetic of it just makes it better to hold?" 

"The designs of things are important," Roman affirms. "And I completely get what you mean. Does it have an accommodating build or something? A subtle curvature in the legs that make it nicer to hold, or different grooves in the body?" 

"I don't think so..." Patton murmurs as he lifts the controller up, going completely still on the race track as he inspects Logan's entire body. The way Patton's eyes scan his form has Logan feeling embarrassed, as though his naked body is being observed. "It looks like any normal pro controller. Just prettier." 

"Maybe it's a placebo thing," Virgil suggests, with a knowing shrug. "Or it's making you guys think of something you like, and thus you like it more." 

Roman flushes slightly. "Well, it does make me think of Logan..." 

Janus scoffs, as his character rams into Patton's stopped kart on the course. "I think it makes us all think of Logan. It's like that controller was specifically made for him." 

Made of him, more like. 

Remus wiggles his eyebrows. "So you all are admitting you like him? And he's on your minds just as much as he's on mine?" 

"Please," Virgil huffs, "you only think about him so much because you're dying to say you've slept with everyone in the house."  

"It'd be a cool achievement!" 

"You're gross," Roman insults, and he frowns as he watches Janus finish behind Remus in the race. Virgil comes third, just barely behind Dry Bowser, and Patton doesn't finish at all, as he's gotten too engrossed petting the controller. 

The final statistics screen comes up, causing Remus to rather violently toss his plain pro controller to the ground as he propels himself off the recliner to the arm of the couch, which he leans over as he swipes the controller from Patton's hands, causing Patton to whine in protest. 

"I was looking at that, Remus!" Patton insists, but Remus is already possessively curling back up in his chair. 

"Don't care!" Remus sings. "Everyone else has already gotten a turn with it, and it's my time to have fun!" 

Patton pouts, but bends down to grab Remus's controller from the carpet. He passes it to Roman, deciding he's done with games for now. Roman looks disappointed to have the uninteresting black controller, and looks on enviously as Remus pokes and prods at the blue controller invasively. 

The act of being so quickly taken from Patton and handed to Remus once again leaves Logan's head spinning, but Remus's rough and sharp pokes have him sobbing in overstimulated pleasure. Remus isn't even using him to race yet - as Roman has them back at the character select screen for the final time so they can all go back to their preferred characters and karts - and he's already forcing pleasant sensation upon intense jolt of pleasure onto Logan's body. 

"Now look at who's holding everyone up," Roman spits, as Remus is too focused messing with the controller to pick a character. Remus blows a raspberry at Roman before selecting Waluigi - to no one's surprise - and then goes right back to messing with the controller. 

"This feels really well made," Remus comments. "Like, yeah, it's plastic, but it feels like sturdy plastic." 

Virgil frowns as a random set of courses are selected. "Remus, I don't like where your mind is going." 

Remus rolls his eyes. "Calm down; I'm not going to throw the damn thing. I'm just incredibly tempted to do so." He grins wide, laughing openly at the way Virgil immediately sits up straighter. "I think it could withstand it. I mean, I'm squeezing pretty hard, and the casing hasn't cracked yet." 

Logan is being squeezed incredibly firmly, with Remus's fingers pressing brutally into his body. He's basically gripping Logan with the intent to break him, even if he claims to be doing the opposite. 

"Be careful with that, Remus," Virgil pleads, keeping his eyes focused on Remus's hands instead of the race that's starting at the same time. "I... I just got it. I don't need you to break it immediately." 

"I'm not going to break it. Probably." Remus eases his hold on Logan, and Logan internally sobs at the alleviation, though Remus being a bit more gentle compared to how he is normally isn't that much of a change. Especially considering Logan is still feeling sensitive from the four sessions of edging that he's experienced at Roman's, Janus's, Virgil's, and Patton's hands. They've all made him feel so incredibly close, and yet he's been unable to finish. And Remus further twists his joysticks in ways they haven't been twisted before, and presses his buttons so hard Logan can actually feel them start to loosen in his casing. His glow pulses rhythmically, and his body buzzes over, and over, and over as Remus carelessly drives into bananas, throws green shells that bounce back and smack him, and gets overzealous which ends with his kart tumbling over the track. Over, and over, and over. 

Logan would be crying if he could, but he can't. He'd be begging for release if he was able, but he isn't. 

Virgil checks his phone, flushes, and puts it away again, deciding he's not going to be distracted from the game. 

With his body being so recklessly messed with, Logan's desperate to squirm. He's desperate to climax. He's desperate for anything. 

The first race comes and goes. The second goes even slower. By the time Lakitu counts down to the start of the third race, Logan can barely think as his mind is swarmed with noises. His own moans, cries, and pleas are echoed within his own mind, forced to bounce around his mouthless, plastic form. He feels unnaturally hot, and he can tell he physically is! Remus does press hard into him, but is frequently flexing and wiggling his fingers to cool them down after being pressed so firmly against Logan's overheating plastic. When the current race ends, Logan vibrates again, and he no longer feels he can even articulate proper thoughts. 

Only pleasure swarms in his head. Only pleasure courses through his body. 

When the fourth race begins, Remus squeezes him so hard that the creases in his plastic where glowing, blue light shines through are momentarily pressed together, preventing his light from pouring out. It also further presses Logan into himself, warping his form until he can't tell where the plastic starts and ends. He doesn't know what shape he is. He just knows he's not human. He's an object. An object. An object. 

"Fuck!" Remus shouts, as the final course comes to a close. He looks like he might actually slam the controller into the ground, but he doesn't, instead hitting it against the plush arm of the recliner. Still, the feeling of being hit against something is jarring, and leaves Logan's head pounding and ears ringing, and his nonexistent cock throbbing. 

His mind is filled with a steady mantra of please, please, please over and over, hoping that if he begs hard enough he just might be heard. 

"Ugh, just because the damn thing is pretty doesn't mean it's lucky," Remus spits, as he throws the controller across the room where it luckily lands on the cushions between Janus and Virgil. Virgil immediately snatches his controller up, and holds it protectively in his lap. "I was hoping it'd help me win." 

Virgil, who came in first, looks unimpressed. "If you want to win, maybe you should just get good instead of relying on luck." 

"I think your ploy was to distract us all with that pretty little thing so you could pull ahead," Patton chuckles, tapping the blue controller. Patton's fingers drum against the stars on the side. "After all, you did incredibly well, and the rest of us-" Patton glances towards Roman, and smiles "-did okay." 

His fingers curl protectively around the controller, but Virgil can't help smiling. "Well, that wasn't my intention, but if it works, it works. Though, I think I'm going to retire the controller for now. Mario Party feels like the kind of game that'd get it smashed over a lost minigame, and I'd rather not break something so... important." He glares at Remus, who shrugs with a mischievous smile. "I'm going to run this up to my room really quickly. Be right back." 

Virgil's ass is swiftly slapped by Remus as he walks by, which has Virgil hissing at him, before he heads up the stairs. 

He lingers in the hallway briefly to make sure they don't follow him, and then turns into Logan's room instead of his own. He turns Logan back and forth in his hands, before his eyes linger on the shining, pulsing power button, that's front and center. Deciding he might as well turn the item off before he changes Logan back, Virgil hovers his thumb over it, and then presses down. 

The small click does big things to Logan, as it finally grants him that relief he's been craving. Just how being turned on felt insanely good, being turned off - or more specifically, his power button being pressed - is orgasmic. 

Despite having no physical ability to come, Logan still feels his climax as it hits him hard and fast. After being continuously deprived, this is an incredible blessing, as his mind becomes a white slate, blotted with nothing but pleasure as it pricks at every part of him. He's consumed by ecstasy, and even his own cries of relief blend together in one continuous stream of noise. 

Virgil sets him down gingerly on the bed, oblivious to Logan's orgasm, and pulls his phone out. He navigates back to the app, and clicks on Logan's profile, where there's an option to "Revert Transformation." 

Virgil doesn't know why he hesitates clicking it, but he does pause momentarily. His eyes flicker between the app and Logan, reading his green mood and debating whether or not keeping him downstairs for Mario Party would actually be too risky, before he finally reverses Logan's transformation. 

Similar to how Logan slowly shrunk and contorted into a controller, growing is just as strange to watch and slow to progress. But eventually Logan's nude body stretches out, growing from the controller until he's once again made of blood and flesh instead of plastic and wires. Though, there's a visible slickness to him, coating Logan from face to pelvis, with the matching white liquid still dripping from the head of Logan's cock. 

Virgil's eyes go wide as he sees the display. 

Logan's messy, twitching, sweaty body spread across his own bed. Logan's not even looking at him (not that he'd be able to read Virgil's embarrassed expression due to the fact his glasses were still buried in the rest of his clothes on the floor), as he's instead letting out a sob that echoes throughout his room. 

"Oh my god," Virgil breathes, nervously looking away and then back at Logan a few times, before he's able to compose himself. "I'm so, so sorry. Did that hurt you? Are you okay?" 

Logan takes in a shaky breath, settling his cries into overstimulated whimpers as he reaches for the blankets next to him, and pulls them over his body to spare his dignity despite Virgil having already seen his pathetic form. He's burning hot, but he further sweats as the comforter presses against his skin. "I'm fine," Logan croaks, and it's weird to hear his own voice again. Speaking words feels weird as he forms them on his tongue, after about an hour of not having a tongue. "Didn't hurt. Just... just a lot." 

As his thumb raises to his mouth, Virgil bites his nail and asks "a lot in a good way or a bad way." 

Logan's face goes dark red. One of his trembling arms swings over his face, to hide his expression. "In... in a new way," he stammers. "What did you do?" 

Nervously, Virgil steps deeper into the room, and sits on the edge of Logan's bed. "It's an app," Virgil explains. "A transformation app. I didn't even think it'd work at first. It's- uh..." Virgil chews his bottom lip, "it's made for sex, I think. It said it was made for deviants. And stuff. Sorry, I should have explained way more before using it on you. We just needed a controller, and I already told you that I wanted you there, and-" 

"Virgil," Logan raises his voice a bit, though it comes out less stern and more desperate than he'd want. When he realizes this, he almost shuts up completely, before shaking his head back and forth and forcing himself to keep talking. "It was fine. It was... it was fun. Very overwhelming, but fun." 

It was certainly not how Logan expected his night to go, but after experiencing it, he's not complaining in the slightest. 

Virgil nods his head. "Good. I'm glad. And I can admittedly tell you had fun." 

Logan pulls the blankets tighter around him in an attempt to hide his orgasm, even though it seemed to have splattered all over him when he came. 

"The... the shower should be free at least for the next hour. Maybe two. Mario Party tends to run long..." Virgil messes with the drawstrings on his hoodie, avoiding Logan's eyes. Despite the fact he can't seem to meet Logan's gaze out of embarrassment, there is a small smile on his face. He looks almost... pleased with himself. "I can start a bath for you, if you want." 

Further sinking back into the comfortable mattress beneath him, Logan murmurs "that'd be nice." 

Virgil stands, and slips his phone into his pocket. He gives Logan an earnest, albeit shy smile as he recedes into the doorway. "Thanks for joining us tonight," Virgil says, though he says it in such a way that Logan knows he's subtly being teased for not having a choice in the manner. "I'd check on your bath in about ten minutes. And if you have trouble walking or anything... Well, we're friends. I wouldn't mind helping." 

Then, Virgil turns and leaves.

Logan lays panting on his bed for the next few moments, with his body feeling incredibly sensitive. Even the fabric of his blankets rubbing against him makes him whine as his spent cock is rubbed, and he eventually has to throw the blankets away again even if it exposes his mess to the world. 

And though he's trying to catch his breath, he finds his heart surges just a bit at the idea Virgil wanted him there so badly he was willing to transform Logan in order to bring him there.