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I was wandering around town, looking for my friend. Turning a corner I suddenly ran into a brick wall of a man. Huge and shirtless he knocked me down without even stumbling

“Sorry, little guy. I didn’t even see you there.” He said.

I hardly heard what he said. All my attention was on his massive form- thick neck, huge biceps and bulging pecs, topped off with a bulging gut that moved with every word.

I told him I was looking for my friend.

“Maybe he’s close by” he said “I can help you find him.”

Barely able to take my eyes off his bulging gut, I nodded in agreement, eagerly accepting the help of the hulking man. As soon as I did he took a step forward, barely inches from me.

“Then again, maybe he’s closer than you think”, he said. Grabbing my wrist in a tight grip he held my hand up to his belly. I felt a huge mass, squirming behind a thick wall of muscle. I tried to take my hand away but his strong arm held it there.

“You really want him out?” said the massive man, stood in front of me half naked. Of course I want him out, he’s my boyfriend.

“But you caught him cheating on you with me” I didnt catch anything but his legs slipping past your lips. Who knows who undressed whom. What I know is I can see him squirming in your gut and I want him out!

“Ok if you want to keep him he’s all yours. But I need your help. Just push up on both sides of my belly with your hands. Hard. He’ll come right up.”

I walked up to his bulging gut, bigger than my own torso, and placed my hands on both sides. I felt movement inside.

“Ok. On the count of three. One. Two. Three!”

As soon as I pushed up he took my head in both hands and pulled me into a deep kiss. I felt a heavy mass shift up in his gut, and to my shock I felt it move quickly into my mouth. An overwhelming rushing sensation starting in my throat and moving down to my belly, heavy as a stone.

I tried to pull back in horror of what was happening but he kept his lips firmly locked to mine. I fell back, pinned under my own gut and the man that laid inside it. I could barely move while the stranger made for the exit.

In search of a distraction Griffin condemns his best friend to a life of horny abandon. Will he be able to avoid following suit?

Horny gay man wishes his best friend wasn't straight, shame he's turning into a hairy hunk about it. Hope you enjoy -Occam

Perhaps it’s unfair to judge Griffin. Inundated with spam and meaningless nonsense just like everyone else in the modern world, how was he supposed to know the dusty old tome wasn’t just the ancient form of an email begging for your social security number. Not that he even put this much thought into the thing when he picked it up.

As his hands graced the strange ancient book’s cover, he was struck with a sensation akin to vertigo, and yet he began turning pages anyway. Haphazardly flipping through the unnamed book, apathetic to the frailty of ancient papyrus, Griffin’s attention catches on a page that’s almost entirely blank.

The single line of text upon it glimmers, at first indecipherable, when Griffin blinks it appears in the Latin before finally shifting into modern English. ‘Would that you could change any piece of the world, what will of yours shall be enacted?’ Ignoring the off-putting, almost alien phrasing, Griffin can’t help but let his mind wander, and quicker than he’d like to admit it lands on Alfred. 

Griff’s best friend since high school, the man who made him realize he’s gay, the first man to shoot him down. They laugh about it now, but in the back of Griffin’s mind he can’t help but yearn yet for how things could have been, were Alfred not straight. Were he just a slightly different man. 

"C'mon, motherfucker! Open up, why won't you open?" I cursed, trying to stretch open my sister's hot boyfriend's mouth.

I put three drops of bodysuit serum in his beer, he should be completely hollowed and stretchable by now. I knew I should have put five drops!

David was my younger sister's boyfriend, I never liked the guy since the first day I met him, he was an arrogant douchebag. I really can't understand what my sister sees in him... of course, besides him being hot, and the big snake that bulged under his shorts.

Last night I was at a club while wearing one of my bodysuits, when I saw David there, making out with another woman, he was cheating on my sister! I was furious, so today, while my sister was at work, I knocked on his door. He was visibly confused at the sudden visit and with a forced smile, he let me in.

He grabbed two beers and handed me one. We chatted for a while until he had to go to the bathroom, at which point I discreetly spiked his beer with the bodysuit serum.

He's taking longer to deflate than I was expecting, I have to put him on before my sister comes back home. I'm trying to speed up the process by forcibly stretching his mouth, and it looks like It's working, after a few minutes, his mouth finally got stretchy enough for me to slip inside.

Jackson was playing handball with his friends when suddenly he felt everything around him go eerily silent. He was confused when he noticed that his friends, as well as everyone at the beach, were frozen, as if time had stopped and Jackson was the only one still moving. The waves still crashed against the shore, their rhythm unbroken and relentless, as seagulls flew above.

"Sit" Jackson heard a deep voice order.

Jackson immediately obeyed, sitting on his heels and looking up at the strange man approaching him, whose voice was so deep and powerful that made Jackson feel weird vibrations piercing their way inside his head. He knew he should be freaking out right now, but he wasn't for some odd reason.

Jackson usually wouldn't obey anyone, and even more a strange man, but the vibrations inside his head told him it was ok to obey that one man who was in front of him.

"Good boy," The man said, hovering over Jackson and looking down at him. The man placed his thumb inside Jackson's mouth and gently opened it.

"You're so hot, when I saw you playing I knew I had to try your body. Open up for me, boy," The man started to stretch open Jackson's mouth, stretching it in an inhumane way as if Jackson was suddenly made of rubber.

Jackson remained still, staring at the man with blank eyes as the man inserted his foot inside, then his other foot, for last the man placed Jackson's face over his.

Jackson looked down at his fit body, running his hands down his hard abs and finally squeezing the massive bulge in his speedos.

Felix was the hottest jock in my school. Everyone knew who he was and everyone wanted to be his friend.

And I was no different; I was obsessed with his good-looking face, his fit athletic body, and his loud yet charismatic personality, and he had this casual, effortless way of carrying himself like he didn’t even realize how perfect he was.

But it’s not just the looks. Felix is different. While the other popular guys are absolute douchebags, Felix is kind, even to people like me. He could have anyone he wanted—everyone wants to be around him—but he never treats anyone like they’re beneath him. That’s what makes him even more attractive: he’s not just the best-looking guy in school, he’s actually good. It’s maddening how perfect he is.

I dreamed of having him all for myself, but I could barely approach him without having a full-blown panic attack. I knew someone like him would never pay attention to someone like me.

He was the captain of the school's swim team which gave him a fit athletic body to fantasize and drool all about.

Every time I watched him swimming, my mind would wander, fantasizing about licking the water on his body, tasting his hairy armpits, or finally seeing what he hides under those speedos. Unfortunately, that was all he was to me; a fantasy.

When my parents died when I was twelve, I moved in with my very wealthy grandfather. At first, he seemed like a frightening and enigmatic figure—an imposing man of few words, as people would say. But as the years passed, I gradually grew accustomed to his unique personality.

I never knew what he worked for, how he became so rich, or why he was always traveling, which consequently would leave the mansion all to myself. It was lonely, I will admit, I had no one else to share that beautiful mansion with.

One day we were having breakfast together. He was wearing a black robe, flipping through the newspaper with his usual silence, rarely acknowledging me. I sat across from him, stirring my coffee absentmindedly, my mind wandering back to Felix, as it often did.

"You seem distracted," my grandfather said without looking up.

I froze, unsure how to respond. I never talked about my feelings, especially not around him. He didn’t seem like the kind of person who cared about teenage crushes.

"Just... thinking about school," I muttered.

He lowered the paper slowly, folding it neatly before setting it aside. His cold gaze fixed on me, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat. “You’re not a very good liar, boy. What’s on your mind?"

“It’s… this guy,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel my face heating up.

He already knew I was gay, so that wasn't a surprise to him.

“A guy?” he repeated, almost as if testing the word. "Go on."

"Yeah, a guy from school," I said, avoiding eye contact with him, “Felix. He’s... I don’t know, he’s just... perfect. And completely out of my league.”

My grandfather remained silent, his eyes never leaving mine. I couldn’t tell if he was judging me or just waiting for me to keep going.

“I mean,” I continued, unable to stop myself now that I’d started, “he’s popular, everyone loves him. He’s the captain of the swim team, and… well, I like him. A lot. But there’s no way he’d ever notice me. I’m... no one compared to him.”

For a long moment, my grandfather just watched me, his expression unreadable. Then, he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

“I see,” he said slowly. “So you have feelings for this... Felix. You wish you could have him?"

I nodded, feeling embarrassed for even admitting it. "Yeah. But like I said, he’s way out of my league.”

There was a strange look in my grandfather’s eyes, a glint of something I couldn’t quite place. He stood up from the table, smoothing his robe as he moved toward the door.

“Enjoy your breakfast,” he said cryptically before disappearing into the hallway.

I didn’t think much of it at the time. I thought maybe he was just being his usual mysterious self.

A week later, it was my 18th birthday, but it could as well be any other day since I had no one to spend my birthday with, not even my grandfather, as he was still traveling.

That day at school, I noticed Felix had missed all his classes. That was odd since he had swimming practice that day. I was sad because I was eager to watch him getting all wet in the pool that day; it would be my birthday gift.

Later that day I came back home from school. The house was eerily quiet, as it often was.

When I opened the door to my room, the sight stopped me dead in my tracks. There, in the middle of my room, was a large and long box. Confused, I approached it cautiously, there was a red present lace on top of the box, I pulled it off and slowly opened the box, and inside I saw... I let out a scream and fell to the floor.

My breath caught in my throat.

Felix?

He was motionless with his eyes open, while he was wearing a white tank top and black shorts. He looked perfect, too perfect—like a doll.

I backed away, my heart thudding in my chest. "W-what the hell...?"

This couldn't be Felix; it must be an identical replica of his body, I thought. There was only one way to find out. I slowly approached him and ran my hand on his face, and I felt his soft and warm skin. It was really him, but somehow... different. His eyes were empty, and his body was unnaturally stiff. I gently placed my hand on his chest and felt a heartbeat. It was very slow... actually, too slow for a person—one beat for every five seconds—but at least he had a heartbeat.

A low chuckle came from the doorway. I turned and saw my grandfather standing there with a grin on his face. He stepped inside the room, his cold eyes drifting between me and Felix.

"I see you’ve found your gift."

I swallowed hard, "What... what did you do to him?"

"Consider it your birthday present," he said, "I couldn't let my grandson put himself down over a dumb boy, now you have him."

I stared at him, speechless.

"You don’t have to be alone anymore. He will keep you company when I'm out traveling. He’s yours now, exactly how you wanted."

"But... he’s not... he’s not real, he can't be real!" I stammered.

My grandfather smiled. "Oh, he’s real. But let’s just say I’ve made some... modifications to his brain." He stepped closer, looking down at Felix with a clinical detachment. "You can do whatever you like with him. He won’t resist. He was programmed for obedience only. He sees himself now as a toy, and you as his ultimate owner. Isn’t that what you wanted?"

*Programmed for obedience?* The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, but not in a bad way.

I glanced up at my grandfather, and for once, I didn’t feel like I had to hide my feelings. “You... did this for me?” My voice cracked. I could barely believe what I was seeing. Felix—*my* Felix—was lying right in front of me, his perfect body ready and waiting.

My grandfather nodded, his expression still cold, but there was something else in his eyes—satisfaction.

"Of course, the way you spoke about him, I know what it means to desire something so deeply, you feel powerless. So I decided to remove that powerlessness for you."

“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving Felix’s perfectly still body inside the box, “I’ve... I’ve wanted this for so long, but I never thought...”

My grandfather chuckled, “No need for words, boy. Just enjoy your present, he’s been prepared for you.”

I stepped closer to the box, Felix's features were serene while he stared at nothing. He wasn’t just a fantasy anymore—he was real, and he was mine.

I reached out, my hand trembling as my fingertips brushed against his handsome face. Warm. Awake. And yet completely not.

“He won’t... fight me?” I asked, almost breathless.

“No,” my grandfather replied. “He’ll do exactly as you say. He’s been modified to please you, to follow your every command.”

I turned to my grandfather and smiled. “Thank you,” I said.

My grandfather gave a small nod. "I knew you'd understand. You're my blood, after all. Just remember to never let him out of the house. He's still missing as far as everyone knows. You're 18, so he's your responsibility now."

I looked down at Felix again, feeling a sense of ownership, of power, that I had never felt before. My fantasies were no longer just in my head—they were right here, ready to be made real.

As my grandfather turned to leave the room, he paused at the door, giving me one last glance over his shoulder. “Oh, and there's a manual in the box, enjoy your present."

Once he was out of my room, I locked the door for privacy. Then I picked Felix up from the box. His body was heavy, as expected, but after some hard effort, I managed to drag him to my bed.

Just for fun, I posed his right arm, making him flex.

He looked so serene, so peaceful like he was asleep. But his eyes, those beautiful eyes that I had dreamt about, stared into nothingness. They were the only indication that something was wrong—or right—with him.

I couldn't hold any more second and started to undress him, first taking off his white tank top, then I pulled down his shorts. I was surprised to see he was wearing his swimming speedos.

He probably was abducted after his swimming practice. His body was even more amazing from closer, and to think that for so long, I just watched him from afar...

The realization of having Felix lying on my bed made me start leaking.

I lifted both his arms into a flexing pose.

A smile crept onto my face as I buried my face into his armpits and took a deep sniff, but I was disappointed; he didn't smell like I was expecting to. I wanted to smell his sweaty, musky armpits, but instead, he smelled faintly like a factory or a lab.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I had to figure out how to make him more 'alive'; I needed him to produce the sweat I was so looking forward to sniffing and lick. I wanted him to act more like the real Felix.

That's when I remembered about the manual my grandfather talked about, the instructions were surprisingly detailed. It was like a manual for a very expensive, very human-like sex doll. But this wasn't a doll; this was Felix. After searching for a while, I found a section titled "Activation and Customization."

"To activate your toy, you must press a button installed in your toy's nape. This will initiate the awakening process," the instructions said. I quickly started searching Felix's stiff neck for the button, finally, my fingertips found a small, unnoticeable button hidden under his skin at the base of his neck.

I took a deep breath and pressed it. Nothing happened at first until his eyes fluttered and started to roll in circles as if it was imitating a loading icon.

Suddenly, Felix's body jerked to life. He looked around the room with a vacant expression, his pupils dilating as he took in his surroundings. I watched, frozen, as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"H-Hello, Felix," I managed to say, my voice quivering.

He stared at me, his gaze unflinching and his movements mechanical. "Hello, Master," he responded in a monotone voice. "I'm your toy, Felix. How may I serve you?"

"Ummm, can you... Can you act more like the old... umm, real Felix?"

I watched as his eyes started to swirl again; he then looked at me—the same look that I had seen countless times at school when he was about to tease someone or when he was flirting with the girls. "I'm sorry for acting weird, dude," he chuckled, his voice sounding so much more natural, he then smirked and looked around my room. "That's a nice room you have, did you win the lottery or something?" He joked.

"Well, kinda... ummm... but you are definitely my best prize so far," I said, It was funny how I was still nervous about talking with him, even though I knew he was my brainless toy now. "So, how do you feel?"

Felix rubbed his head and chuckled. "I feel fine, man. A little stiff, but I guess that's to be expected after being in a box all day." He looked down at his body, then looked at me with an eyebrow raised, "But, dude, what the fuck? Why am I in only my speedos?"

I blushed and stumbled over my words. "Well, you know, you don't have to wear clothes around me, you're my toy now."

Felix relaxed, "You're right, I don't have to wear clothes around you." With that, he stood up and pulled down his speedos, revealing his big soft cock. I gasped at the sight.

"W-what are you doing?" I stuttered, my eyes glued to his cock.

"You said I don't have to wear clothes around you, speedos are technically clothes, aren't they?" He said with a cheeky smile.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

He walked over to me, his cock swinging gently with every step. He was so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face. "So, what do you want to do with me, dude? I'm your toy, and as a toy, I deserve to be played with."

"I-I would like you to do push-ups for me, p-please," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Felix nodded and dropped to the floor, his muscles rippling as he pushed himself up and down. I watched, mesmerized, as he performed the task with ease.

"Is this what you had in mind?" He asked, looking up at me with a smirk while still doing push-ups.

I nodded, my cock now rock hard in my pants. "Yes," I managed to say. "It's exactly how I fantasized for so long," I pulled my hard cock out and started jerking off to the sight of my crush, obeying my every command.

For so long I had jerked off to Felix's photos, and now here he was, in the flesh, doing push-ups in front of me. The reality was so much better than any of my fantasies. I couldn't believe this was really happening.

After almost one hour of nonstop push-ups, Felix's amazing body was glistening with sweat. The smell was starting to fill my room, it was heavenly! He looked up at me with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, I kinda wanted to know how far he could keep doing pushups, but I didn't want to break my new toy.

"That's enough Felix, sit on that chair over there with your hands behind your head. I want to taste your sweaty armpits."

"Yes Master." Felix obeyed immediately, sitting down with his arms behind his head and looking up at me expectantly.

My cock bobbed as I walked to him and sat on his lap; I leaned down and took a deep breath, filling my nose with the musky scent of his armpits. I then slowly stuck my tongue out and licked the saltiness from his skin, savoring the taste of the most popular jock in my school. His body tensed, but he didn't move away.

"That's so disgusting dude, how can you get off by licking the dirty armpits of another dude?!" He exclaimed with a mix of shock and confusion, but he didn't resist.

I chuckled and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "It's not just any armpit, Felix. It's yours."

After spending the entire evening sniffing and licking every inch of Felix's sweaty body, I decided it was time to take things to the next level. "Alright, Felix," I said, getting off from him, "I want you to lift your legs and spread them, keep your hands behind your head."

Felix looked at me with a mix of curiosity and confusion, but he did as he was told, his body now programmed to obey his new owner.

"That's so humiliating," he murmured.

My heart was racing. This was it—the moment I had been dreaming of for so long. I looked down at him, his body now mine to explore and use as I wished. "Don't worry," I whispered, trying to reassure him, "you're going to enjoy this, I promise."

I leaned in between his legs and kissed him softly. His body tensed up, he clearly wasn't happy about kissing another guy, but he didn't pull away and just let me explore his mouth. Encouraged, I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding into his mouth and exploring it as he lay there, unmoving. "That's fucking gross.... uuurrghh, I'm not gay," he mumbled against my lips.

"It doesn't matter if you are gay or straight, Felix," I whispered as I continued jerking him off, "You're my toy now."

He stared at me, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anger. "What the fuck, man? I'm nobody's toy!" He breathed out, his voice cracking slightly.

The programming really did a good job at mimicking Felix's real straight personality. Ignoring his protests, I reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it gently, but he wasn't getting hard, of course he wouldn't, I thought with a chuckle.

"Get hard for me," I commanded, watching his cock swell in my hand. "Does this feel good?"

Felix let out a moan, his body betraying his protests. "No, it...uurrghhh... it doesn't," he gritted out, his voice filled with need.

"Then let's try this," I aimed my cock against his tight ass, I felt his body tense up, but before he could react, I inserted the tip, feeling his muscles clench around me.

"What the fuck!" He shouted, trying to sit up, but I pushed him back down gently.

"Don't move," I whispered, "I want you to love this. Remember, you're not just my toy, you're my sex toy. Your purpose is to give me pleasure."

I watched Felix's eyes rolling in circular movement for a few seconds, then he suddenly looked at me with needy puppy eyes.

"Aawwwwwwghhh! This feels so fucking good! I love how you fill my ass, dude!" He moaned.

I grinned and pushed deeper inside him, feeling his tight straight ass envelop my shaft. I began to thrust in and out of him, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. His moans grew louder and louder; the command for him to love it was really proving to be effective.

As I fucked him, I couldn't believe how perfect it felt. Soon I was fucking him real hard, my hips slapping hard against his ass, the sound echoing through my room. As I thrust inside him, I leaned in and buried my face in his armpits. I took deep sniffs as I heard Felix's moans grow louder and more desperate.

"You're mine Felix, forever!" I moaned against his armpits as I came inside him.

While I was still inside of him, I commanded him to cum, but just when he was in the middle of his orgasm, I pressed the button in his nape, and he froze mid-orgasm, his face now frozen with his eyes rolling back and tongue sticking out.

But I was surprised to see his cock was still shooting cum all over his abs, some even landed on his face and tongue. I guess the programming isn't able to stop an ongoing orgasm.

Pulling away, I looked down at him, lying on the chair with his body covered in sweat and cum leaking from his ass. His handsome face, was now distorted in a mindless dumb expression.

I decided to give him a bath, to clean off the sweat and cum that covered him, but also because he still had some of the "factory" smell on him.

I filled the tub with warm water and called him to get inside the bathtub. He was in his mindless, obedient state; that was his default mode. I wasn't in the mood to bathe a loud and rebellious toy.

His eyes were glazed over as I cleaned his body, it was so cute.

As I washed his pecs, I couldn't help but playfully pinch his nipples. I continued my exploration, moving down to his abs and then to his hard cock, which was still hard since I first commanded him to be.

"You're such a good toy," I praised, giving his shaft a gentle tug. "I've always loved you, Felix, yet you never noticed me," I whispered as I washed his hair with shampoo, "you were always surrounded by so many friends and busy with girls, why would you notice someone like me, right?" I said, washing his pecs and abs. He didn't respond since he was in default mode, but I wasn't expecting him to. "I'm so glad we have each other now. I promise we will have a lot of fun together."

When I was finished, I told him to step out of the bath and sit so I could dry him. As I was drying his muscles, an idea suddenly came to me. I pressed his nape and gave him a command...

After I was done with the command, he tilted his head and smiled at me.

"Why use a towel, Master? Use your tongue to dry my sexy body." He then pulled the towel from his lap, giving me full access to his throbbing shaft, "And I think you should start with my cock."

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I've been enjoying my new toy for months now.

Felix's disappearance is commented on to this day, no one knows what happened to him after he left the swimming practice. Somehow, the organization in which my grandfather worked managed to clear all the evidence of his disappearance from that night.

I was back home after a boring day at school, and like every day since I got Felix as my toy, I spent the day looking forward to coming back home to him.

As I walked into my room, I was greeted with the sight of Felix "sleeping" on a chair.

He always spends the day "Inactivated" when I am out. I walked to him and pressed his nape, activating him.

When he saw me he gave me a warm smile and stretched his arms, teasing me by showing his armpits.

"Welcome back Master, please come take your daily dose of your toy's armpits."

Outside the nightclub, I saw a lean man wearing a grey hoodie standing in the dark alley. He nodded in my direction and walked deeper into the alley. I followed right behind him.

"You're Leon, right?" He asked.

"Yes. So... do you have it?"

"Of course. Pink pill or Black pill?"

"Black."

He grinned at me as he reached into his right pocket and pulled out a Ziploc bag filled with black pills. He then handed me one pill. I inspected it closely, it looked like any other pill, but it was what was inside that made it so special and so expensive.

He then pulled another Ziploc, this time it had white pills and he handed me a second pill.

"Swallow the white pill before you use the black pill on your target."

"Got it," I then paid him the money, and after he counted it, he started walking away.

"I gotta go, have more deliveries to make. If you need anything else, you have my number. Enjoy your Alien pill, dude," but before he left he looked back. "Oh, and don't try to make the alien aware, they will crash out and die immediately if you do."

Noted. I put both pills inside my pocket and entered the nightclub. The place was crowded, and the music was loud and shitty. I couldn't wait to leave already with my prize. It didn't take me long to find the perfect subject.

It was not hard to notice him, he was the hottest and most muscular man at the club, he had huge tattooed arms and a sexy goatee. He wore a tight black tee with jean pants, and a big golden watch to match his confident persona. He looked dangerous in the sexiest way possible, like someone you wouldn't want to mess with, but I sure was about to mess with him. Women were being drawn to him like a magnet, they all wanted to get a piece of the man, and I was no exception, the only difference was that they had a real chance with him, while I did not.

But that was about to change, I thought as I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I swallowed the white pill first and while the hunk was distracted watching the girls trying to seduce him, I walked beside him and casually threw the black pill inside his drink. The pill quickly dissolved, and out of it came a very tiny tadpole-like alien. The tiny alien was very small and transparent, so there was no chance of the clueless stud spotting the creature in the dark chaotic dance floor. I watched with a smirk from afar as he took a sip of his drink.

The alien quickly reached the man's brain and in seconds the man was gone and in his place a parasitic alien was in control of his body. The man immediately turned and walked towards me with the biggest smile on his face. I didn't know the takeover was this quick!

The man started dancing sensually in front of me while constantly making eye contact and smiling. He danced like a typical straight man would dance, making sure all his moves were masculine and sensual, sometimes he would wink at me.

"Hey, I noticed you've been staring at me a lot. Do you like my dance moves?" He asked, his powerful baritone voice broke through the loud music.

"You're a talented dancer, but it wasn't your dancing that drew my attention." I then looked at him from his feet to his head.

His smile grew wider. "I'm Vincent, what's your name, cutie?"

"I'm Leon. Nice to meet you, Vincent."

"How about we take this party to my place, Leon? Just the two of us, what do you think?" He then grabbed his bulge and waved it at me.

I gasped when I noticed the massive hard-on inside his jeans. I was out of words, I could only smile and stare at the tattooed hunk staring at me with lust. I was getting hard as well. He chuckled and took a few steps closer, he put his huge hand on my waist and pulled me against his body, my hands were now resting on his big pecs and my hard-on was pressed against his bulge. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

"I've been looking for a date the entire night, turns out I was barking up the wrong trees the whole time. You're exactly what I need." He then kissed me, and I melted in his arms as I allowed my tongue to explore this hot straight man. His mouth tasted of beer and mint.

The parasitic aliens in the pills were totally clueless that they were aliens inhabiting a human body. They were programmed to believe they had always been the hosts they inhabit. The alien in control of Vincent's body had no idea he was not the real Vincent. They were biologically programmed to not realize their true nature as a fail-safe. Even if a client told them that they were just tiny programmed aliens made for horny humans to enjoy people they had no chance of sleeping with, they wouldn't understand and would simply die of shock, leaving their vessels in a vegetative state. That's why the Alien pill dealers always warned their clients to not reveal the truth to the aliens.

The pink pill means the alien has a submissive and obedient personality. These aliens are very slutty and hungry to serve, they're perfect for clients who want a slut to fuck.

The black pill is the opposite of the Pink pill, it means the alien has a dominant and alpha personality, which was exactly what I wanted out of this sexy hunk.

The white pill doesn't have an alien, they have special pheromones that only work on the aliens, making them extremely horny, obedient, and attracted to the client.

When Vincent broke the kiss, I noticed all the women who were flirting with him before, were now all staring with confusion and gossiping.

"Fuck, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm hornier than usual! I'm not gay, I was planning to get some wet pussy tonight, but for some reason all I want is to fuck you hard!" I felt his hand on my ass.

"Then let's go to your place, and you do to me what you were planning to do to your date tonight."

Once at Vincent's apartment, we entered his bedroom while we made out like lovers who were separated for months. My hands were all over his muscular arms and chest, feeling those hard pecs through his black tee, feeling them flex under my touch. I helped him take off his shirt and he backed me up against the wall.

"Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock," he growled against my lips, then shoved me down to my knees. I didn't need telling twice. My fingers hooked into his waistband and yanked his pants down. Out it sprang—his huge thick brown cock, eight solid inches of heavy manhood, veiny and throbbing, with those big low-hanging balls swinging underneath. My mouth watered instantly.

Vincent chuckled, grabbing the base and slapping that fat heavy shaft across my cheek. Smack. Smack. "Look at you, drooling already. Pathetic little cock-hungry bitch," Smack. Smack. "You're the first man to ever enjoy this dick, so you better give me the best blowjob of my life. Open up." He didn't wait. His hand locked tight in my hair, yanking my head forward as he shoved every inch down my throat in one brutal thrust. I gagged hard, throat convulsing around him, spit already dripping down my chin. Vincent groaned, his hips snapping forward, face-fucking me raw. "That's it, choke on it, faggot. Take every fucking inch like the worthless slut you are." His balls slapped my chin with every thrust, his moans getting louder, rougher. I could barely breathe but fuck, I loved it.

I suddenly felt a hard slap on my face, "Suck harder, fag! You should consider yourself lucky, there were women at that club who would kill to be in your place right now!"

I started sucking harder, and every time he felt I was slacking, he would slap my face. After a few minutes, he finally pulled out, strings of spit connecting my gasping lips to his glistening cock. "Enough warming up." Vincent ripped open his drawer, tossed a condom and the lube at my chest like trash. Then he stripped fully, climbed onto the bed, and sprawled back naked. Legs spread wide, hands resting behind his head, showing off those hairy, musky armpits and bulging biceps. His thick cock stood straight up, pulsing.

"What are you waiting for, bitch? Get to work."

I first stripped naked and scrambled up, rolling the condom down that massive shaft, slathering it with lube till it shone. Straddling him, I lined up and sank down slow at first—fuck, the stretch burned so good. Then I started riding him like a whore, bouncing hard, grinding my ass down to take him balls-deep. "Oh shit, Vincent..." I moaned, hands on his sweaty chest, feeling those muscles flex under me. I rode faster, ass clapping, lost in it, whimpering like a slut while he smirked up at me.

"Look at you, fucking yourself stupid on my huge cock. Such a greedy little cumdump."

We flipped after I was shaking and close. Vincent pinned me missionary, legs over his shoulders, and pounded me deep. His sweat dripped onto my face with every brutal thrust—hot, salty drops landing on my lips, my eyes. He was grunting like an animal, that thick dick rearranging my guts. "Take it, bitch. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Getting wrecked by a real man!"

His thrusts got faster, slamming into me so hard the bed creaked. Then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural moan. "Ughhh fuuuuck—yeah, take my load you fucking slut—grrrraaahhh!" His whole body tensed, cock pulsing hard inside me as he grunted and growled through it, flooding the condom while his muscles flexed.

He then collapsed right on top of me, dead weight, breathing heavy. His cock stayed rock-hard and throbbing inside my wrecked hole even as he dozed off, pinning me there under all that muscle and ink.

I knew that although the alien would unknowingly remain in control of Vincent's body forever, the pheromones of the white pill only lasted for a day, meaning the alien's attraction to me would gradually fade until he didn't want anything to do with me. I didn't want this to end so quickly. Carefully, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, making sure not to wake Vincent, and dialed a number.

Joe had really over binged on Friday.

A burger, fries, milkshake. An entire amateur men’s league basketball team. 4 bottles of Gatorade and 11 energy bars. The coach who’d watched him assimilate his team and then devour all their snacks.

He’d half-known it was too much at the time, packing all those men into his body. Rewinding their DNA into coils around his own as he compacted all their knowledge and skills into neat boxes for unpacking and reorganizing into his mind.

He hadn’t even really known why he did it honestly. He’d already been a 10 upon his conception, back when his frat had been stuck on deciding a new president. 4 of those brothers had, the help of the college occult club, faceted themselves into each other. A simple process at the time, given the four beer crushing, class failing jocks had practically been the same man already.

It had taken Joe two years of excruciating tedious self-exploration before he’d been confident enough to have another go at it. Fusion was a tricky thing, especially if one wanted to essentially be the same guy in the end. Joe was selective, picking guys who already were him in a way, with similar lives and goals. Largely gym jocks, who could use a little more intelligence and game that could be gotten by braiding their brain stem’s with Joe’s.

At most 1 man a month, largely though only about 6 a year. A reasoinable pace, with enough time in between each man to properly digest their life story and incorporate their mass.

He’d never met a group of guys so much like him though. He had been jogging through downtown and the cocphany of jeering low voices and bodies against bodies had drawn him to their epicenter. A practical army of near identical men, only differentiated by hair color, slight skin tone differences and sneakers. Their personalities and movements were synchronous though, insulting each other the same way and laughing and shoving each other around.

One of them had seen Joe and like recognized like and upon a quick fist bump and introduction he had been in motion with them. Joe had a whole neatly arranged set of memories in his head to be perfect at the sport, much to the team’s delight and enthusiasm.

“You should play with us all the time bro” One of them had said, offering a water. Joe hadn’t even broken a sweat at the time, until that comment.

“Yeah wish I could be a man like you” Another had said, enviously taking Joe in.

Joe’s mind raced and it was like instinct took him over.

When they began their next practice match, he’d been happy the crew was so similar that they hadn’t even noticed their number dropping in between Joe tackling or shoving them into himself. His first becoming had taken ages of pushing and molding, but now he could combine with others in seconds. One second they were there and the next there was a pile of clothes, quickly kicked to the side of the court.

The coach had noticed Joe, learned when the coach became him, but the man had enough wisdom to recognize a good deal when he saw it. To be incorporated into a gestalt of young men meant a second lot in life, a ungodly better one at that given how Joe looked. Not that the coach hadn’t been a looker, Joe giving the man a pass despite how different the guy was to him. He was a handsome daddy and bloated with as much as Joe had taken, 14 guys in all, he’d said fuck it, before pushing the old guy in as well.

Joe had really thought he’d gotten away with it scott free too. Saturday had been enjoyable even, dozing off to football re-runs as he reshuffled his messy memories in record time. That older coach wisdom working overtime to negotiate nerurons into a working healthy gestalt of Joe. Joe wasn’t really an individual like that, even if functionally he was one person. Joe was more akin to a democracy really, all the individual parts of him deciding on which action he’d take, trading their individual experiances to make up his preferences. That night he’d gone out and bought a whole new closet for himself, learning in the moment that Kenny made him want his clothes tighter and Jack made him a total sneaker nut. Joe was glad he’d lucked out and his now much greater committee of selves were chill exploring himself. They’d all jerked off and even doing it together, it was essentially the same. Although this time with a whole more experience to draw from.

Still he’d felt stuffed that day though. Minds and souls were one thing to incorporate, as insubstantial as they were. But physical muscle and bone, that was something different. Conservation of mass reared its head despite magical assimilation trying to overpower it. Joe supposed it always did, but before his body had had the time to remove the excess and keep going as usual.

Maybe had he kept his libedo in line for at least a week it would’ve passed and he’d burp up all the excess carbon or be stuck throwing up 14 men’s worth of excess mass. This release was different though, as they all had. Too many nerves in his new dick, big as it was. It was like his brain melted.

And then he was falling apart.

The first time was like he exploded. He’d cum what felt like buckets and suddenly there was two warm bodies against him. Big bodies, panting.

His eyes staring down at him, pupils burning with all the same neurons that his did. His cock poking into his own ass, wet and leaking.

“Holy fuck” one of them said, not nearly freached out enough to stop from trying to touch himself. Each still so tense and over stuffed.

“Are you both still me” He’d said, worried he’d lost some voting members of his gestalt. Just a brief examination of his selves though showed all remained present. All curious and not enough afraid, resulting in Joe’s embracing off his other selves.

“I’m still the Joe I was a couple seconds ago” One said, moving to slid his body to face his doubles, below himself.

“Same” the other said.

“Fuck we’re hot” Joe said, despite the straight male majority of his being. They could all acknowledge the vanity and narcissism that made Joe such a functional being. Joe was bound to be somewhat gay as a gestalt, given he was a being made to appreciate himself.

He most certainly appreciated the selves in front of him, seeing his many selves duplicated in their eyes. He wanted to devour them, line up twin Kenny brains next to each other or see if Clark’s rivalry with his twin brother would only increase with extra copies in the race.

Joe cruched their lips together and was glad to experience his talent in third person. His mouth on his cock, the friction of his tongue down its length. Arms pulling and forcefully wrenching him into the place he wanted to be, straddled on their King bed.

It was well into the early morning until their work resulted in another Joe, their bottom pushing slowly into two exhausted selves on their sweat soaked sheets. The other Joes had kissed their tired selves in jealousy, wishing they too could release the tension just a bit more.

He passed out in quadruplet, four hot bodies steaming in the cold air.

Morning had made each thankful for their spending spree the previous day, given Jack’s sneaker obsession would hopefully keep them in the clear of running out of shoes. They’d be rationing the rest of their closet, at least until their Amazon order of bulk order shorts and shirts arrived.

Showering had left one Joe happily slowly split once more, coming out after the long lonmg shower in twain with happy smiles. The other Joes had showered prior, just slightly annoyed they’d have to fry more eggs for their new fifth’s breakfast, although mostly just happy for the extra company.

“This feel right, right?” One of them said, clad in old Joe’s running shoes, long stretched out from Fridays absorbing fest. Splitting didn’t seem to take away any superficial mass it seemed and thus they remained the supermen Saturday had shaped them into.

“Can’t say I’m mad about it” another said, cuddling the one of them frying bacon to go with the fifty odd eggs piled next to qa stack of toast.

“Feels less lonely” their chef said, smiling to himself as he felt his own arms around him. He’d realized it filled something missing in his core.

Joe was a team of more than 30 men in himself, working towards the same goal. Fufillment, sex and success, simple as that. It was a goal that Joe had been working toward to his own legion of satisfaction, but he hadn’t realized the self-sabotage of a project like himself.

Women were fine, men as well. Joe could find companionship easily, hell he was a magnet for it. He had all the combined charisma and jokes and sex appeal that made the world fall to his knees. He could have it all, anyone, anytime. They wouldn’t understand him though.

They all wanted to know Joe, but Joe wasn’t a single guy with his single ambitions. He was many life stories, each with a part to say. It wasn’t a topic that Joe could ever truly broach, and he’d tried. Woman found him self-centered and his few relationships with men lasted for weeks before they inevitably joined him.

His duplicates though. His brothers really. They didn’t need to be made to understand. They knew it all. That Charlie’s jokes were typically the ones that Joe decided upon, or that Rory made him run everyday. They even knew the parts of him that liked to fade into the background, the guys like Kyles and Josh who were happy to ride along as Zach and Tony powered Joe’s career and Riley and Cody filled out Joe’s hobbies. He wouldn’t need to make up some bullshit to disguise his massive life history or justify his existence.

“Hope we actually get fourteen of us” One of the Joe’s split from a shower said, shoving his split mate into his lap to mess up his hair. They were practically built to be in a crowd, how had Joe not seen that before.

It felt obvious now.

“Think we can still fuse together?” another said and it was something they’d all been thinking. So they’d never have to diverge, always able to reconverge and split back into pieces. So they could all share whatever guy would next join their fold.

“Definitely” Another said, and that was the thing with their magic. Intention was everything, even if Joe only ever intended things to be Joe.

“Later” a sensible version of them said, speaking out what their new Coach part warned. Coach already proving to be a useful voice to the impulsivity of their whole.

“Good to wait out this whole mitosis thing” he’d said, one of him. It came out in two voices anyways, given he was the Joe who hadn’t split his first time yet. His vision beginning to double as he felt every mind in him double. His hair getting thicker as the strands parted and he face split in two.

Watched his other self-smile in pride as his point of view divided.

“Seems like it goes slower each time” He said to himself.

“You don’t like spending time with me?” he laughed, half wishing he could still have his twin next to him like this.

“Fuck off Joe” he knocked his own head, much to his own chagrin.

He could already feel the division spready past their necks and double their chests. Even still a tension lay in his cells. More mass waiting for a bit to begin churning out another of him.

Kane loved his twin brother.

For all the thirty minutes the guy had existed of course.

Half an hour ago his twin had been some trainee, named Triston or Christian. Kane couldn’t remember.

Either ways Kane had taken his spare baseball cap and pulled it on over the rookie’s head and let his sweat in the fabric do its work. To be fair, he’d really only intended to let the guy have the cap on for a couple minutes, enough time for some of Kane’s basic knowledge of engine repair to seep into the rookie’s thick skull.

Goddamn was the rookie an ass though, so he’d let the pot cook a little longer. By the five-minute mark, he probably should’ve taken the hat off, when the rookie actually seemed a little charming. The rookie wasn’t much of a looker though and it seemed a shame to leave the guy with a winning personality and nothing else.

He was going to let just a bit of his cheek structure and his full hair soak in, but by then Kane was realizing the guy was getting his own life history mixed up. When a member of his crew called Kane’s name, the trainee had stuttered, half responding before seeming to spiral. Looked like he couldn’t even tell himself if he was a Tristian or a Christian.

Kane couldn’t leave him like that. It would be cruel.

The cap did its work and the rookie’s body filled out first before his hair grew in to match its original. To Kane’s surprise his transformation extended as far as changing the rookie’s cheap jeans and t-shirt into a copy of his overalls and his shiny new watch. Shame he wasn’t wearing his work boots today though.

“Can I get comped new boots boss!” the new Kane had yelled at the thought, their supervisor pointedly ignoring the two. The rookie had definitely been wearing boots prior, but those had become some of Kane’s trashed sneaks. It would be some tough luck getting their supervisor on their side for that too, considering the man’s patience had already been worn thin on the last supernatural event Kane’s sweat had incited.

It was only the fact that Kane’s knowledge could be absorbed by other people with just a drop of sweat that Kane stuck around. That and the more than a couple drops that made his supervisor just look a little too much like an older Kane. Made them family.

“Good luck getting shit rookie” Kane told his new bro with a smirk, his new twin bro leveling a glare. He’d buy the guy new boots. They’d probably be buying a whole new closet at this point, unless the cap could just copy over him again.

Huh, that was a thought. Looked like his twin had the same idea, an adorable little smile on the guy. What a handsome little prick.

Kane already loved the fucker, working with his exact skill and his exact stupid grin on his double’s face. Maybe he could convince his boss to give them both journeyman salary, considering all the work just a single Kane put into the job. If not a few drops more of sweat would get the guy on Kane’s side.

It would be far easier easier than convincing his own anomalous boyfriend, that’s for sure. He’d come around though, Kane knew, given the man’s monstrous sex addiction. They’d convince him tonight, him and his little bro, finally keep up with his magical boyfriend’s magical libedo.

“Focus you horny fucker” his bro said, as if they guy wasn’t rock hard as well under his overalls. They still had a whole section of this machine to fix, even with thoughts of their boyfriends own magical abilities in their mind.

After work though.

I was inspired by a gif I saw from @mucleinmovement and so this story came to be! It’s good to be back 👍

Jack had been obsessing over a guy at the gym he was going to. He'd shown up out of the blue and become quite popular. At first Jack hadn't minded, he was there to work on his cardio for marathons, but this guy bothered him for some reason.

The guy looked like the average Tiktok influencer, always benching, always shirtless. Having a tuft of dark hair and a handsome smile, irresistable. If only his ego wasn't as big as his jiggling pectorals.

For months Jack was used to the regulars he knew hanging around the guy getting to know his business, perhaps they wanted part of that Internet fame. Being the observant type, he noticed that whilst the guy was definitely shaping up, his abs weren't exactly developing at the fastest rate. In fact, he reckoned a good punch to the gut would cut him down to size. But then again Jack wasn't the type to be violent usually. He'd just roll his eyes and get on with his running on the treadmills. He surely had better things to train for than let some influencer live in his mind.

It happened one day that Jack had finished up a session and headed into the changing room to get changed. But it just so happened he walked in on the guy in the process of getting dressed himself. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of black Calvin Klein underpants.

'Oh, sorry' said Jack, looking away quickly. The guy looked at him and smirked. 'All good lad, don't be shy' he chuckled. Jack looked at him, his skin glistening and shrugged. He headed to his locker to change out of his gym kit. 'Say, you're that marathon guy on the treads aren't you? Jack right? I'm Aaron' he said, offering a hand to shake. 'Oh your fanboys told you did they?' Jack asked, taking off his tank top and folding it, ignoring the extended hand. 'Oh the others? Yeah they're cool. They told me about the charity runs you do, that's pretty awesome' Aaron said, lowering his arm and walking over to him, eyeing Jack's back.

'Yeah it's what I do, guessing you've got a good gig going on?' Jack asked, opening his bag and stuffing his tank top in and moving to unlace his trainers. Aaron sat next to him on the bench, watching him. 'Yeah it's alright, people watch my progress. I'm not quite where I want to be, but I'm not too bad, right?' he asked, grinning and flexing. Jack looked to his arms, no doubt they were muscular, and so were the sides of his waist with the abs starting to show, but it was let down by the lack of leg muscles.

'You should work on more than just your upper body Aaron, your stomach needs work too. A good punch to the gut and you'll be on the ground before you know it' said Jack, placing his trainers in his bag and peeling off his socks. Aaron started to laugh. 'You really think so? Wanna test that theory?' Aaron asked. Jack raised his eyebrows and looked at Aaron. 'You serious?' he asked. Aaron nodded. 'How about a deal. You floor me, I'll join in on marathons with you' said Aaron. 'And if I don’t, you'll go find another gym?' asked Jack. Aaron raised his eyebrows. 'You don't like me being here?' he asked. Jack sighed. 'Honestly not a bit. Since you came here everyone's been obsessing over you. It was a better place before' said Jack. Aaron took a moment to think, then he looked at Jack and nodded. 'Very well Jackie Boy, I accept your terms' said Aaron, and he hoisted himself off the bench, walking over to the far wall, turning around to face him. He clapped his hands together and beckoned for him to come over. 'Show me what you've got' said Aaron calmly.

Jack stood up and approached him, not taking his eyes off Aaron's eyes. As he arrived he noticed that he stood slightly taller than him. Aaron looked at him searchingly. 'Fine, brace yourself' said Jack. Aaron closed his eyes and faced away and Jack delivered a strong punch to the middle of his abs. Aaron's pecs jiggled from the impact, he tensed up, winced and fell forward slightly.

'Told you so' said Jack smugly in his ear. He stepped back to pull his fist out but he couldn't. It was stuck in place. Aaron finally breathed out, a satisfied moan escaped his lips. 'Oh man, I've been waiting for this' said Aaron, biting his lip and looking up at Jack's puzzled face.

Jack tried to move his arm again, but it sunk in to Aaron's body a little more. Aaron leaned back against the wall. 'Always love this part' Aaron said, turning his attention to his tenting Calvins, gently stroking his dick. Jack looked down in horror, this sick fucker was turned on? 'What the hell's happening?' Jack demanded, his elbow beginning to sink into Aaron. 'I loved this body, but it gets even better each time. I said about progress, and I reckon those thighs are going to fill me out nicely' said Aaron, removing his dick from his pants and moving his hand up and down his shaft, looking at him. Jack tried again to remove himself, but he was almost up to his shoulder in him.

'Don't fight it Jack, you might enjoy it' said Aaron, moving his free hand to stroke Jack's back. 'Oh yeah, we're gonna be so fucking sexy you and I' said Aaron softly. Jack's panic slowly yet surely began to turn to pleasure. He looked at Aaron's sweaty face and realised it was the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever met. He moved in to lock lips with Aaron, his free hand stroking Aaron's hair. Both their breathing intensified as their crotches began to gravitate towards each other. Their mouths pulled away and they both gasped for air, Aaron still panting from masturbating. Jack shook his head and smiled, grinding himself more into Aaron and locking lips with him again.

Aaron slid down the wall as Jack's legs merged with his own, his inflating ass straining the fabric of his Calvins, beginning to tear them. This was ecstasy. Soon enough Jack was fully inside Aaron and he began to audibly moan and strain as he shot a thick rope of his seed from his tip. Panting and brushing his hair away, he looked down at his lower body. He moved his slippery hands up and down his navel and his dick still at full mast had grown a few inches. He spotted Jack's shorts and boxers that had fallen off and picked them up, inhaling them deeply. He exhaled breathily and grinned.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to work.

Toby was a skin thief. A body snatcher. A practiced imposter effortlessly performing the oldest arts, the path of the doppelganger.

He and his gang had all been taught and sculpted in the ways. It was their right to abuse it, as it was their nature to ascend. To higher and greater forms. To find their ways into the upper echelons of this society by preying on the weak who couldn’t cut it. Steal their forms and kill their double. A tale as old as time.

Reilly was a weak fool like the rest.

But here Toby was.

His brain cells wilting. His body changing.

Toby was an experienced shifter, having moved beyond humanity since he was a lonely young man, given the opportunity to be more. He been a nobody then, but a smart one, having discovered the imposter who had killed his father. The shifter called himself Rich, although the name was new and the shifter was far older than its roots. He had taught the young man in his ways and inducted him into his pack, a proper father unlike the man Toby was used to in that body.

Rich had helped him in his first shift, guiding Toby’s shedding of his old form and into the beautiful man across the street. He helped him make the original disappear too, quick and efficient. And Toby had been that man, for eight long weeks until he got bored. So he followed Rich.

Riley was just some young idiot with a relaxed demeanor Rich had fixated on, finding the soon to be college dropout ever brainlessly posting body shots on Instagram. Riley was attractive, but Toby hadn’t really understood. Or cared.

Rich never came back. Riley started posting about his long-lost twin. Crazy that his mother couldn’t remember giving birth to the man also coincidentally named Riley.

Toby had thought Rich was playing a joke on the dumbass. Hell it seemed pretty funny to see just how much gaslighting the guy could take. Rich was amongst the best at a lie.

Then Angelo and Kamal had gone investigating and there was radio silence. Not from Riley of course, excited as the man was to show off how he was actually a surprise quadruplet. All named Riley of course.

Toby had been too self-absorbed on his own course of shifting to pay much mind. He’d been busy enjoying the body of a Olympic swimmer at the time, feeling he deserved to relax given the trouble of disposing of the original.

They were invincible he thought.

Riley penetrated every inch of him. Metaphorically of course, but also physically. Toby choked on Riley, but he couldn’t step away.

The group chat had gone silent and a he had stared intrigued at the absurdity of Riley’s social media. It seemed ai generated, the number of him. Was every one of his accomplices in the art in on the joke? The thought was a siren song.

Toby should’ve left it alone, but then he was in front of the dorm all his coven’s locations inevitably led to. He could half taste them, faint as his fellows were.

He’d done it by instinct just seeing the glazed over eyes of Riley. Reached out to the man’s image and pulled just a fragment over himself to get a taste. Just enough for some surface level memories or to dig deep enough to find Rich or Sam or one other of their number.

Then Toby was walking. To get into his dorm of course. To talk to Riley.

Riley smiled at him with the grin of someone who was failing every class and couln’t give a damn about it. His mind was confounding, boundless confidence with none of the skill or intelligence to form any foundation of ego. Like a happy still pool of empty thoughts.

“Who dude you look kinda like me” he said dopily.

“Dude maybe we’re brothers” Toby had said, although he hadn’t been able to place why.

“I only have identical brothers man” Riley said philosophically in thought, almost confused. “so if you’re like my bro, you should look like me I think”

“I will dude” Toby said and he meant it.

“Sick dude” Riley said, before shouting into the building

There were ants in his brain and they ate the when from the how.

More Rileys emerged from the building and they seemed to grab him. Not with hands of course, but with the volume of them. Both in body but also in spirit. Heavy with the aura of the supernatural.

The Rileys who crowded him with brotherly contact and quick grasping bear hugs leaked it out of every pore, the spiritual essence of themselves. The full force of all the magic he fellows had now saturating his lungs and breath.

“Fuck man you’re almost ripe” One of them said and Toby screamed inside as his smiled turned dopey.

“What does that mean bro” He asked, unable to understand. Understanding in general lost him, yet he went deeper.

“Pretty lame clothes man” Another said and Toby realized Riley was right. All these expensive clothes he had on now were so fancy and ridiculous. It was fine though, Riley had plenty of spare boots and flannels.

“We should match” Riley had said, or maybe multiple Rileys had said.

Toby was halfway through pulling on his new well used pair of boots before his emptying brain remembered something important.

“Bros wait” He said at the epitome, the idea hitting his brain like a meteor. It was sign of hope for the dying shifter soul inside the rapidly Riley shaping facimile trying to tie lacelsss boots.

“I’m fucking half naked already, anyone want to fuck me” He said, genuinely proud of himself. He was cheered of course, but the legion of himself.

“Einstein over here fellas!”

“Me first”

“No I’m fucking first nerd”

Whatever was left of Toby died with the first taste of cum from Riley’s cock. Riley felt the bad taste in his mouth get washed away, happy to be rid of that weird alien sinking feeling he had moment ago. Maybe it was that anxiety emotion people were always being loud about.

It seemed pretty stupid, he thought. Why worry about anything when all that was important was the now. Riley could barely remember where he was before he was sucking his own cock, feeling the same cock against his back and penetrating him from behind.

His bros came and Riley couldn’t even remember who was who at that point, but they all had the same name anyways so that hardly mattered. None of them would be the Riley who went to class anyways. All would get the privilege of being the Riley in the position he was in right now.

Riley was so happy he was a twin times sixteen. He didn’t know the word for it. Maybe he’d ask his followers, who’d be more than happy to meet his new brother, Riley. Was he that new brother? Who cared? His family maybe, but they always wanted Riley to find himself in college.

Riley finished his work on his dopey needy twin and felt two more grab him demanding his service. He smiled, before the smile was filled by both of the pricks.