#check up

Oh, yes ofc Ratchet would check status of the little babies! And he say that he never have any problem with regular checks <3!

GOING TO THE BABY DOCTOR AND THEY SAY YOUR BABY ISN’T DEVELOPING RIGHT

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The communal bathroom on the fourth floor of Elmer Hall dimmed as not one soul entered the bathroom that late of the night. Steam from the showers dissipated hours ago, everyone showered warm due to the autumnal weather, but the sharp tang of body spray and BOs lingered still. But then, Aidan walked in to the bathroom only in his boxer and oddly his lab coat. He looked around to ensure that there's no one inside and then just patiently wait in the corner stall, hearts thrumming with anticipation. Around 15 minutes later, bunch of the school jocks all walked together to the fourth floor of Elmer Hall, seemingly returned from their nightly lifting sessions, their skin still flushed and slick with sweat.

When the bathroom door slammed open, it surprised Aidan until his glasses almost slipped off. He grabbed it quickly before it can make a damning noise and adjusted the foggy glasses back, yet his hands still trembled hard, now hugging the clipboard close to his skinny chest. The heavy footsteps causer a stir in him, plus they sounded.....agitated....and closer. Not long after, his thought manifested to reality once he peeked to the swarm of jocks that walked in to the bathroom already marched to his stall.

Fronted by Brock “The Bulldog” Harlan—6’4”, 245 lbs of pure Midwest corn-fed muscle, curly top cropped close on the sides and a smirk that could curdle milk—the rest of the jocks followed behind him.

My God......it did all that? Aidan noticed Jake “Juice” Morrison, Tanner “T-Bone” Reed, and Diego “Diesel” Alvarez—each one a walking protein shake with a pulse behind Brock

“Yo, Kool-Aid, we've seen you. No need to hide anymore” Brock barked, voice echoing off the tiles. Aidan already stop peeking and instead cornered himself to the wall. Is he ready? “We saw the glimpse of that white coat, nerd. You really are ready to check us up, huh?"

The others laughed, deep and guttural, the kind of laugh that made freshmen flinch in the hallway.

Yeah....check up. This is just a regular check up. No need to be so freaked out, right? Like.....yeah they bullied him and all, but not anymore with Brock enlightening them, right? Jake somehow walked in on him first, the school's hockey team captain looking like his usual smug self but clothed a little less compared to his usual hockey gear look or those hoodies he loved to wear. He theatrically peeled off his shirt and then grabbed the curtain railing, showing off his hairy pits.

"Hey there, four eyes. Brock said you would check us up? Well, here I am, ready for your perverted hands to do whatever,"

Aidan gulped. Shit is getting real here, and he cannot help but get aroused. The real Jake would never be this nonchalant with a nerd having a full-blown hard-on while looking at him and huffing his thick pheromones in the air, but this one seems to revel in it

"Smh, that dicklet must be excited, are you zooming in to each pits hair of mine and imagining yourself lost in it? Do you wanna go to town with it with that stupid canister of yours sliding up and down......this?"

When Jake suggestively slipped off the entirety of his shorts to reveal the lengthy, brown shaft with its pinkish head peeking through the hooded skkn, Aidan's cock hit rock-hard and as if tranced, walked closer to inspect Jake with more detail....

"Yo guys, I should've bashed this nerd's head if he steps closer, right? Or should I---" in a surprising violent move, he slammed his head to the wall right next to him, causing Aidan to flinch to see the gush of blood from Jake's head, that instead of groaning in pain, just laughed at himself as he exclaimed

"Why are you so surprised? This is nothing compared to the fight he had in the ice rink LOL. He just wouldn't be dumb enough to hurt himself like this though, but not like he's here to stop me. And look, elite athlete metabolism synced with potent extraterrestrial life force, regenaration and healing is pretty easy and straight-forward so no need to get worried," said Jake with a blank face as if his concussion does not just stop all in a sudden

Deranged. Obscure. Borderline manic. And Aidan leaked pre-cum instead of getting terrified looking at the absolute control wielded to puppet someone as strong-willed as Jake Morrison. The other boys, including Brock, just smirked in the background before nodding his head and then excessively take a breath while his hands motioned a pumping movement, seemingly edging Aidan to just do what's requested of him.

Tanner flexed in the mirror before stepping into the shower and making the tight confinement even more crowded. His veins popping like cables and his abs looked like mountain ridges.

“Bet he’s never even *seen* a six-pack in real close encounter like this with no intent to harm him," as he revealed his carved mid-section that drives countless people nuts everytime Tanner decided to put on some revealing mesh clothes or silly tanktop a little too tight on his physique

Diego joined in, grabbing the curtain railing to reveal the snaking veins in both of his arms and letting the aroma of his pits wafted to fill in the already damp shower

"Nah, man. He’s definitely seen our bodies through our girls account and jacked off to it. We blocked all pathetic nerds like him from seeing us, but of course he found a way. I mean, remember sophomore year? Little bitch cried when we made him do our chem homework after he thought he got invited to my birthday party LOL, but fuck he still pissed me off with that sock I believe he stole from me,"

As the four jocks already cornered the kneeling Aidan in the stall, they then started to fully strip whatever clothes left on their body and then started stroking. Aidan couldn't believe his eyes. This shit is really happening, he thought to himself. All 4 jocks, voluntarily jacking their varied dicks off right in front of his observing eyes to see. All 4 jocks, seemingly unbothered with the idea of crowding themselves into a shower stall in the middle of the night with an audience of one: a nerd in a lab coat with canisters, pen and clipboard seemingly getting ready to collect samples or something

"I should have gone to Alicia for tonight, but of course four-eye here need to set our meet-up right when I should have burrowed my dick into my girlfriend," said Tanner while furiously kneading his massive balls with one hand and pumping his thick, veiny cock with the other

"Heh, at least you don't have to meet Coach Swanson right at 6 AM next morning. I'm potentially ruining my conditioning, all just because Kool-Aid here insisted with this late night jerk-off!"

All in a sudden, Diego shot his load with a silent, held-back grunt that splattered to Aidan's glasses and face. It surprised Aidan that Diego can just silently shot that much load and because of how Diego did not give him any warning whatsoever, Aidan coldly remarked

"Why are you so simple and childish? Shoot your load again, here's the canister, fill it on your own,"

Diego grabbed the canister, half-pissed that a nerd just ordered him around, but slightly terrified because he never saw Aidan that angry. That splattered mess really shifted something in Aidan, as he stared at the 3 other towering men and rubbed the mess from Diego to their legs

"Yall better taught Diege more on how to maintain his composure. Fuck, he really ruined my fantasy. Now, where were we again?"

"Ughhh......we are doing our monologues,"

"Hhhhhh......I lost my freaking mood. Diego, I'll fucking put a note on you for this matter. And your 3 bros will be punished too if they cannot show you the rope to get better at controlling your impulses. Diego is not very bright, why is it so hard to control him? Huh......you boys just grab the canister and let's get this over with, what a way for yall to ruin my night, y'know?" Aidab remarked as he stand up from his kneeled position and handed over the canister coldly for all the other jocks to fill.

But it was not always musk-filled and cum-splattered session that happened like tonight. It was more......discreet to begin with.

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The communal shower hissed with steam, water drumming on tile like a heartbeat. Aidan stood under the farthest nozzle, skinny shoulders hunched, glasses fogged on the hook outside the stall. He was rinsing shampoo from his dark curls when the door slammed open.

Heavy, bare footsteps slapped the tile and gets increasingly closer to Aidan's.

"Maybe it's one of those jocks that just finished their training or spending times with their babe," Aidan thought to himself, not noticing the shadow loomed just right outside his stall. Then, the curtain yanked forcefully, revealing a 6'3" towering stud just outside his stall looking heated and menacing. It's Brock Harlan, and he seems pissed

"Ck ck ck......look what I found here,"

"Ww---w....what are y--" his voice stuttered, eyes darted everywhere in a panic as he tried to get out of trouble, yet the sweaty, thick pit hairs caught his attention just several seconds too long

"Shut it, nerd. You know this is my stall, right?" Ughh.....the way the biceps hardened while his calloused, veiny hands grabbed the bar. Aidan's cock twitched, getting hard slowly but surely due to the sight in front of his eyes and the way Brock's testosterone-laden musk combined with his Acqua di Gio filled the stall quickly

"W---wait, what? There's no---"

"I said shut up, do I need to repeat it once more?" Now he's fully inside the stall, looming over Aidan by 7 inches and looking extra pissed, before looking down at Aidan's hardening cock that instantly invited a smirk "Hmmmm.......faggot get a bit excited because an alpha corners him, am I right?"

Brock, with a sadistic smirk, grabbed Aidan's neck and choked his throat with ease. Aidan yelped and then whimpered in surprise, before Brock use his other hand to then grabbed a handful of Aidan's red-ish fluff of hair and shove Aidan's face to his wet, sweaty pits

"Yeaahhhh......this shit must've turned you on, right nerd?"

Aidan inhaled—sharp, dizzying. Salt and musk and something darker, like skin left too long in a jockstrap. His cock jerked against his thigh, untouched. Brock's laugh was a low rumble.

“Good boy.”

Then Brock spun him, forearm across his chest, pinning him chest-to-tile. Water pounded their backs. Brock's cock slid between his cheeks—hot, heavy, reeking of gym workout and sex. One brutal thrust and Aidan’s cry was swallowed by the tile. Brock set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping wet skin. Each stroke dragged a broken sound from Aidan’s throat; each time he tried to speak, Brock's hand tightened on his hip.

“Quiet,” Brock growled, but his voice cracked—layered, like two people speaking at once. “Don’t want anyone to hear that I fucked a nerd like I'm some gay bitch like you,"

Aidan’s knees buckled. Brock hauled him upright by the throat, breath scalding his ear. “You like this, don’t you? My stink all over you. My cock in your ass. Bet you jerk off thinking about it.”

Aidan whimpered. He was close—so close—when Brock's rhythm stuttered. A low groan, almost pained, then Brock’s whole body locked. Heat flooded Aidan’s ass in thick pulses, Brock’s cock jerking deep inside him.

Silence, save for the water.

Brock pulled out slowly. Aidan sagged, cum and water running down his thighs. He turned—and froze.

Brock’s eyes glowed soft gold, pupils slit like a cat’s. His grin wasn’t Brock's typical cruel smirk; it was smaller, crooked, familiar.

“Hey, Aid.”

The voice layered—Brock's baritone under something reedy, chirping. Aidan’s heart flipped.

“…..Givi?"

Brock's shoulders rolled in an alien shrug. His meaty hand lifted, waved like a puppet. “Miss me?”

Aidan’s laugh cracked, half-sob.

“You asshole. You left—”

“Had to hop a ride. Turns out I’m sticky.” Givi made Brock flex, pecs bouncing, then lifted one arm again. “Humans are roomy. Males especially. All that testosterone—feels like mainlining rocket fuel. And the smell?” He inhaled deeply through Brock's nose. “God, you primates are filthy. I love it.”

Aidan’s gaze dropped to Brock's spent cock, still heavy, glistening. Heat coiled in his gut again.

“You possessed my bully to fuck me?”

“Pranked you,” Givi corrected, Brock's mouth smiling shyly as Givi slimed out from Brock's ear and coagulated into a mass right on top of Brock's massive shoulder, “Owed you for the med-patch. Figured you’d like the upgrade.” A wink. “Jock brain’s on mute. He’ll wake up thinking he blacked out mid-shower. No memory, no harm.” said Brock now rather flatly as Givi made him put both hands on his hips and now Brock is merely posing as if he's being judged for a bodybuilding competition

Aidan swallowed. His voice dropped, husky. “Is he a puppet of yours then? Can you do more? He speaks still despite you going out of him,"

Givi tilted Brock's head.

“More?”

“Yeah.....can you control more people then? Because look at you conveniently piloting a fucking 230+ pounds of a muscle beast.....I mean......then can you be in control of more bodies all at once?"

"Uhhh......sure we can try it. But it might cause some deteriorating effect to me, someone need to check me up. Who do you want me to get inside of?"

"My roommate. Tyler. He’s… kind. Let me borrow his notes, brings me coffee.” Aidan’s fingers twisted together. “But he’s built, just like Brock, TE’s body, thick thighs, thicker neck, even thicker brain. If you take him…” He flushed crimson. “I’d be so good for you. For both of you.”

Brock's face softened—Givi's softness.

“You want me wearing your crush like a costume.”

Aidan nodded, small, eager.

“Please.”

Givi brought Brock's body to step closer, Brock's big hands cupping Aidan’s wet cheeks.

“You’ll owe me another favor, little human.”

“Anything.”

Brock's eyes flared gold.

“Then dry off. Your room is 4B, right? I’ll knock with his knuckles.” A sly grin. “Tell him the RA sent me about some noise,"

Aidan’s cock jerked at the thought—Tyler’s gentle smile stretched over Givi's mischief, Tyler’s strong arms pinning him down. He whimpered.

Brock leaned in, full Givi in action using Brock's irresistible masculine skin, the jock's lips brushing Aidan’s ear.

“Shh. Save that for when I’m wearing your roommate’s skin and making you beg in his voice.”

There, they will assess the vitality and overall condition of our meat suit and when the person doing the check up approved us to transfer, they will discharge us from the Clinic and then a coordinate within a text message would appear on our phone. The coordinate could lead us to the alleyway, a locker room in a gym, the bathroom stall of a seaside cafe, under the bleachers of the local highschool field, anywhere, but there will always be a fresh meat suit waiting there for us to take. I found this latest change of mine inside one of the unlocked locker within a gym literally located in the opposite part of the town from my previous living area. He's this stripper in a very popular gay nightclub on Downtown. If he's not busy dressing up and roleplaying offline, he dedicated his morning for calisthenics and some other outdoor games with the fellas before making salacious content of his own sweaty physical exploit for his thirsty, ready-to-pay admirers. Quite a turn around from the more stable, office-worker lifestyle I got used to in that previous body, but hey, I'm always open for a new challenge. So I guess, bye-bye Robert, and hello Mateo

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A very quick and brief spinoff from the Check Up series, with the roleplay help from the OG author @fullfriendnerdclutch