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Well, for one, you'd be right. There are so few of us we're basically non-existant 😅 but to answer your question, I think one reason I like it is the contrast. (Aaron's very opinionated, certified rambler, and wouldn't know chill if it slapped him across the face. Rick's laid back, humble, and he's been winning the idgaf war since 1983). Putting them in situations is always a good time.

Another is the bond they have outside of fiction, really. Aaron ends up burning bridges with a lot of people he works with. It's how he is. Him and Sal weren't talking for years after fighting (luckily reconceiling before his passing). Him and Duke aren't talking now after a recent fight of their own. Him and Jeff fell out too. Rick slept with his girlfriend, wanted everything his own way in the studio, and was no good at 2 out of 3 of the things he was given the job for, but Aaron handed him a raise and kept him employed for it. And he's still fond of him today. It's baffling to me how that works.

Rick whirled the spoon around each of the two mugs in front of him. Both tea, both the same flavour, and both freshly brewed. A soft smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. The moon was full, the potion bottle labelled 'feminization' was empty, and the night he'd been setting up for was upon them. His pants couldn't be tighter.

He carefully carried the beverages upstairs on a tray, paired with the last of the shortbread cookies they had left over from when their neighbour had baked them. He watched the water as it swayed and splashed in the cups. One was regular earl grey, the other had something additional mixed in with it; adding a barely noticeable shimmer to the dark colour. Aaron would be clueless. He knew he would. Only he knew what was to come.

"Brought you some tea to go with your shortbread," He smiled innocently, moving the door open with his foot and kicking it shut again.

Aaron sat up in bed, a grin forming. "Oh, thank you, baby." He puckered his lips, pulling a chuckle from Rick as he leaned down to kiss them.

The tray was placed carefully on the bed, and Rick watched with growing desire as Aaron picked up the mug on the left and took a sip from it, eyes cluelessly focused on the TV. It turned him on to an indescribable extent, the sight of him swallowing more and more of it every minute. He picked up his own cup with sparkling eyes, sipping the tea and relaxing against the headboard with a warm, smug feeling simmering in his loins.

The two mugs were finished within ten minutes, and there wasn't much more than crumbs left over on the plate. Aaron was rambling about which characters he loved and which he despised, as relevant to the show they were watching, while Rick was doing nothing more than waiting for the effects of the spell to take over his boyfriend's body.

That soon changed when he felt the first hints of a tingling sensation in his chest.

For a moment he wasn't even sure he'd felt it, it was so discrete. But then it was followed by the sudden sensation of his pecs puffing up, and then it was unmistakeable. He froze in place while Aaron continued his babbling, explaining how half of the background characters looked as though they had more interesting lives than some of the main roles.

"I mean, the whole show has really gone downhill these past couple months, don't ya think?" He shook his head, turning to Rick, only to find he was staring at the wall like he'd seen a ghost; hand trembling against his thigh and eyes going wide.. "...Ricky? What's wrong, honey?"

Rick's heart began to pound. His eyes darted to the empty cups; certain he'd picked up the regular one. Aaron's was the one on the left, and his had been the one on the right. "N-nothing." He gasped. Another burst of growth on his chest made the fabric of his shirt stretch out.

Then it dawned on him. He'd given the tray to him without turning it around, so once he was sitting facing the same way Aaron was, what had been his left became his right. The panic didn't wait to settle in.

"Doesn't look like nothing." Aaron pressed, not yet noticing the breasts forming on Rick's chest. "C'mere, tell me."

He quickly turned his back, arms over his chest. He could feel something between his legs, and that's when he was sure - 100% - that it was over for him.

Aaron was truly concerned now, brows furrowed when Rick turned away. "What's the matter with you?" He asked, firmly, but it was coming from a place of concern. A hand reached out and pulled on his shoulder to turn him back around, right when his breasts dropped completely and his hips expanded until they were prominant and womanly.

His jaw dropped, and then he was panicking just as much as Rick.

"What's happening to you!?" He got up, standing in front of him in a flash with his mind jumping to ten conclusions at once. "Oh my god, I'll- I'll call an ambulance."

"No, Aaron... it's fine. Just sit down. I have something to umm... explain. To you." He shifted uncomfortably as his crotch finished the final stage of transformation. "I did this. It's gonna wear off. But not for twenty-four hours."

As he began to breathe through it, Aaron had almost stopped breathing altogether.

"What do you-"

"I bought a potion from the witch we got the psychic reading from to try and turn you into a chick and I drank the wrong fucking tea!" He said quickly and loudly.

Aaron's already wide eyes expanded impossibly wider. Then he scoffed. And the scoffing became laughter.

"You stupid son of a bitch..." He shook his head, half-offended that Rick would do such a thing, but mostly full of satisfaction at being able to witness the results of his karma. "I can't believe you, Rick."

"I know. I'm sorry. I can't believe myself either. I was bad." Rick looked down in shame, only to have Aaron guide his chin back up to look him in the eyes again.

"Yeah, you were." He sneered, grabbing Rick by the crotch and causing him - or rather, her - to whimper. "How's that pussy feeling for you, hm?"

Rick was squirming under his grasp, but not really attempting to fight the hold. It was so unusual feeling someone grab her down there without having a bulge fill their palm. Aaron was relentless, rubbing up and down and getting used to the feeling of his lover's new form.

"You fucked up real bad, didn't you, babe?" He purred, soaking up the gasps and whines he received. Rick's thighs tightened, but it was useless to stop Aaron's groping.

Slowly, but with little hesitation, he moved his focus from her crotch to her clothing - beginning to strip her down starting with her shirt. It was stretched to it's limit, clutching her tits like saran wrap on her body. He tore it right down the middle and watched it fall away, brown eyes alive with delight in the dim glow of the screen.

"I liked that shirt." Rick sniffled, looking down at her bare chest.

"I don't think we were getting it off any other way," He snickered, grabbing her breasts and rubbing them firmly.

She turned her face away and blushed a scarlet red, Aaron's insistent touch causing her back to arch and her squirming to worsen. Her nipples were drastically more sensitive than when she was in her usual body, and that didn't help her cause. "I miss being hard already..." She whimpered miserably.

"Aah, but you see..." Aaron yanked her pants down, revealing her boxers with a thrilled grin. "Now you get to be wet for me."

Aaron - much to the envy of Rick - was hard as a rock, his dick tenting his sweatpants right in front of her face. Her eyes crossed as they both tried to look at it at once, which brought another chuckle out of Aaron.

"Wanna suck it, beauty?" He taunted, now straddling her chest in preparation.

Rick looked up at him. The final stage of the transformation, the facial differences, had long since taken over; leaving her looking feminine, yet still very much herself. "Yeah... I do."

Head tilting and eyes flashing with lust, Aaron let a hand find her hair and combed his fingers through it. "Go ahead, then." He encouraged, voice a low purr. It sent shivers down Rick's spine when he spoke to her like that. He'd never talked to her that way when she was in her male body.

With her dignity in rags and discarded alongside her old shirt, she brought her hands up and let Aaron's dick spring free, her lips latching onto his tip right away.

After the facial feminization had taken place, Rick's lips had puffed up slightly; and despite the very minor difference, Aaron could feel it right away.

"Oh~" He moaned once he was inside, head lulling back while Rick played with his balls with her soft hands. "That's amazing. Y'know, I was offended that you didn't think I was good enough for you as a man. But now I think I see why you wanted to do this to me."

The words rung through Rick's head like an echo in a tunnel, her brows forming a scowl while Aaron began to rock in and out of her mouth. She sunk her teeth down slowly as an act of rebellion, not enough to hurt, but enough to make Aaron freeze.

He didn't give her any second chances.

Rick was pushed away and rolled over onto her stomach, manhandled until her arms were pinned behind her back as Aaron shifted to sit on her to hold her in place. "Say you're sorry." He demanded.

"No." She replied.

"Say you're sorry."

"No!" She repeated, her tone brattier now.

Aaron glared down at her, then found himself involved in a wrestling match the moment he let go of her wrists to yank her boxers down. "Right." He growled, slapping away her hands. He had her pinned again in an instant, and the fight she'd put up was quickly dropped.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" She whined, before she even knew what Aaron had planned.

Aaron scoffed. "Oh! So now you're sorry!?" He curled one hand around her throat and used the other to hold her still as he slid easily into her dripping cunt. "Really now?" A moan slipped through the tough exterior when he felt her new hole around him. "O-oh fuck, that's good..."

Rick, as expected, was soaked. Her wetness replaced her prior hardness, making her leaking and ready to go before Aaron had even tried anything. She let out moans of her own, each one coming out softer than the sounds she was used to making, and spread her legs helplessly to further invite him in.

The grin returned to Aaron's face after hearing such noises, a shudder of pleasure rushing down his spine. He picked up his pace, the hand around her neck moving to push on the back of her head instead; her face being shoved firmly into the pillow as a result.

She was a mess like this. Her pussy gripped Aaron's cock tightly, walls clenching around him like she was trying to keep him inside unintentionally. She was a slave to the potion effects, to her own instincts, to Aaron. The man she'd tried to put in this position only minutes ago.

"Payback's a bitch, huh?" He snickered in her ear, causing her to whine in defeat. It was indeed. He was right about that. Though she would be lying if she tried to deny how amazing it felt.