#digitization

The space was a time capsule of their shared history: posters faded on the walls, a mini-fridge humming in the corner, and the faint scent of old takeout mingling with circuit boards. It had been four years since freshman orientation, when he'd first met Alex, back when they were just two guys navigating college chaos. Michael, the outgoing athlete drawing crowds at parties; Alex, the sharp-minded introvert who could fix any gadget or debug code in seconds. They'd bonded over late-night study sessions turned video game marathons, Alex helping Michael scrape by in classes while Michael dragged him to games for a taste of the social scene.

But college had a way of pulling people apart. Michael dove headfirst into team life, the parties, the hookups, his confidence swelling with every win. Alex retreated into his tech world, glasses perpetually slipping as he coded through the nights, his social circle shrinking to online forums and video games marathon listening to music until sunrise. What started as friendly ribbing, Michael teasing Alex about skipping parties, slowly evolved into something sharper. Michael’s cockiness edged into casual jabs, Alex withdrawing further until their interactions were a tolerated routine: bully and bullied, with an undercurrent of old familiarity neither fully shook off. Both tolerating each other but deeply hating what the other has become.

Michael dropped his duffel with a thud, kicking the door shut behind him. “Hey, man, you still glued to that screen?” he said, his voice carrying that easy baritone swagger, not quite hostile but laced with the self-assured grin of someone fresh off a high. He leaned against the desk. “Graduation was wild. Whole team's out there owning the night, beers, girls, the works. Figured you'd be packing up by now, heading to whatever genius gig you've lined up.”

Alex glanced up from his laptop, pushing his glasses higher on his nose. His frame was slight, 5'8" and 140 pounds, messy blonde hair framing thoughtful eyes, but there was a steadiness in his posture that hadn't been there before. “Yeah, it's been a long day for you, huh? Congrats again. Sounds like you had the perfect send-off.” His tone was neutral, almost nostalgic, fingers pausing on the keys as he pointed out Michael’s opened fly.

Michael chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he quickly closed it up, his size 11 feet shifting in his sneakers. “Thanks bro, appreciate it. Remember freshman year? We'd crash here after games, you fixing my busted phone while I ranted about coaches. Good times. Kinda miss that before everything got... complicated.” He paused, eyeing the room he spent so many nights in for one of the last times.

Alex's lips twitched, not quite a smile. “Listen Michael, once again, I’m not your bro. We've drifted, yeah, me into code, you into being a cocky douchebag who spends all his time making sure all the light is on you and fucking your bimbo of a girlfriend. But it's whatever... We could have been friend, we might have been at some point, but I don’t have to be scared of you anymore now.” He closed his laptop, the room falling quieter. “Speaking of, I've been working on something big and I should be able to refine it before selling it. Want to see what it does? It rewrites the world on a personal level, bodies, perceptions, memories. Pulled from public data, simulations. Tested it small-scale first.”

Michael raised an eyebrow, settling in between the beds. “Okay fucker. I have been as nice as I could to you. You want to know why nobody likes you? You are a fucking bitch who spends his time playing mister knows it all and making sure everybody feels stupid next to you. I have tried to be your friend, really, because I wanted us to bond and create a true friendship that we could have talked about in years to come to our child and wives. But this is impossible.” Michael exploded in rage, letting go 4 years of accumulated rage and frustration on Alex. “And what is about this “app”? You stupid? You think something like that is real? Grow up, we are not in Startreak!! Oh, and by the way, nobody is dumb, we all saw you are gay by the way you look at my friends after the training and your stupid obsession with this singer you spend your time listening. What is his name already, Charley, Charlie? Whatever! I am done with you! Oh, and one last thing, make all of us a favor and rewrite your reality to be normal and maybe grow some muscles and a personality!”

Alex didn’t even flinch, he just stood there motionless, staring as Michael’s tantrum of rage with a shy smile on the corner of his lips. With a swift motion, he pulled out his phone. The screen glowed with a custom app, icons swirling like code unraveling. Alex didn’t even talk, he just continued staring at Michael exploding in rage and not being able to stop the insults and anger as Alex just tapped on the screen. Suddenly Michael froze, he felt like a bucket of ice water was thrown on him, cascading all over his body.

“The fuck was that…” Michael said as the sensation finally left his body, leaving him almost out of breath and not able to think what he was just saying a minute ago.

Suddenly, Michael's vision splintered into pixels, a sharp jolt ripping through his core, muscles locking, bones humming with unnatural vibration. He gasped, clutching his stomach as waves of nausea hit, his body folding in on itself. “What the Alex! what is this?” Pain bloomed in his limbs, compressing, reshaping; his broad frame shrank incrementally, shoulders narrowing, height dipping to 5'10". The gown dissolved in a shimmer, reforming as a floral yellow short sleeved opened shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts that hung looser now. His tailored shoes glitching at their turn before reshaping into dark brown leather shoes while white sport socks climbed up his legs to settle around his calves. Michael could feel heat invading his body as his head started to turn, his vision blurring and then coming back together with each of his heartbeats. He could hear bones grinding and popping together while his muscles were making bubbling sounds before stretching the rest of his skin.

Michael straightened after a weirdly intense minute, disoriented, the room tilting slightly. His hands, once powerful, hairless grips, felt lighter, fingers elongating into graceful shapes, skin softening to a flawless sheen. No scars, no calluses. Panic flickered as he touched his face: cheeks smoother, jaw gentling into a softer curve, lips fuller. In the mirror, wavy brown hair framed hazel eyes, a scare on his right eyebrow, the reflection staring back as a complete stranger stripped of Michael’s original bulk. His voice cracked out higher as he let out a painful moan in a higher voice then what he’s been used to hear for the last 22 years of his life. “Alex… What have you done?!”

Alex watched calmly. “I have to say, for a test on a human subject, it worked exactly like I had planned, even better! You're looking good, Michael. Or should I say… Charlie?”

Michael's heart raced, fear and terror rushing through his veins as he felt he was about to throw up. As fast as he could he took a step on his left side to face his modified face and body in the full body mirror hanging on the wall. The once-mighty gymnast, now this slim pretty boy, voice lilting like a pop tune, body fragile and exposed. “OMG!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!! THIS ISN’T REAL!! THIS CAN’T BE REAL!!” he screamed in fear and incomprehension as he touched his face with his sensitive fingers, dragging his fingers along his new face curves around his cheeks, his plump lips and his curly hair. “We were friends, man! This is messed up, change me back!” he continued still looking at himself in the mirror, tears of fear rising in his new hazel eyes.

“What is wrong Michael? I thought you like when things switched up. Plus, all of this non sense bullshit can’t be real right?” Alex tapped again, sliders adjusting on the screen.

Michael stood there, frozen watching his reflection and shaking from incomprehension and apprehension. He could feel the same icy feeling cascading his body and just like a trained rat, he understood what was about to happen in the coming seconds. Itch bloomed under his arms first, dark curls sprouting in his pits, releasing a subtle, musky warmth. Then his legs prickled, fine hairs pushing through from thighs to ankles, darkening into a neat pelt that accentuated rather than overwhelmed his calves. Lower, his pubes thickened into curly, dense but groomed bush, framing his groin without wild overgrowth. His feet stretched next, bones aching as they grew to size 12, broader and longer, toes flexing in tearing socks. Finally, his cock, shrinking from 8 inches to a plug-shaped 6 inches flaccid, thicker at the head but slimmer at the base, nestled in the curls, nerves firing hypersensitively as he could feel it grinding against his now hairy thighs and the soft denim shorts.

Michael screamed at his reflection while the musk of his new body invaded his nostrils, yanking up his shirt to stare: hairy pits peeking, legs fuzzy yet maintained, pubes a curly thicket. He kicked off his shoes, oversized size 12 feet slapping the floor, soles arched and sensitive. Fumbling with his shorts, he exposed the new dick, plug-like, head bulbous and throbbing from the air, every brush sending electric jolts. “This is not real. This is a nightmare. I’m gonna wake up. I must have fallen asleep and now I’m having a nightmare. That’s it. It can’t be…” Michael stopped talking as he felt a rush coming through his lower abdomen. He tilted his head down only to see his bulbous limp cock gushing out of his cock head a thick pearl of viscous precum falling slowly to the ground on his exposed feet.

Alex's eyes sparkled. “Perfect! I see that we can pile modifications and they add up to each other’s without visible glitches. Good to know. Let’s see what happens with this parameter now!”

Agony exploded in Michael's skull, thoughts fracturing as programming overlaid. He tried to resist, but his body smiled, Charlie's charismatic grin, and sauntered forward, size 12 feet padding softly. Inside, he screamed as Michael could hear a new voice directly in his brain telling how much he enjoyed his boyfriend and how it inspired him to write a song. He felt his body fold to grab back his shorts and put them back on before putting back his shoes on. Michael tried to resist but he couldn’t control his body anymore, trapped as passenger of his own modified body while the new tenant rose up with a dumb cocky grin plastered on his face. “Wow, I have to say, I am stinking today!” Charlie said as he started to smell at his own musky sweaty pits. His tongue centimeters away from his savoring hair.

“No, stop!” Internal cries drowned as his own body rebelled against him. Alex moved closer, stripping the shirt to fondle the lean hairy chest, fingers tugging pit hair, then gripping the throbbing shaft through the shorts. Jerking slow, the sensitivity amplified every vein's drag, head pulsing like a live wire against the tissue. Michael felt it all, humiliation peaking as Alex grabbed the shorts and dropped them, freeing Charlie’s plug shape hard cock. Alex kissed him as he continued to jerk him off. Charlie fell for the kiss as Michael could feel his tongue fighting with Alex’s one and suddenly, Michael could feel hands on his pecs pushing him down his own bed. Exposing his hairy legs spreading opened, size 12 feet curling toes. Michael was trapped forced to watch as Charlie stood there motionless on the bed watching at Alex in front of him. He could feel the sweat pouring out of his pores and cocooning around his body, drowning him into Charlie’s potent musk. Charlie was grinning, hard and leaking precum in the forest of his pubes, legs spread on the bed. “I hope you are read for me Michael. But first, what is it you said earlier? Oh yea, I should use the technology to alter myself and put on some muscles to look normal huh?” Alex finished as he grabbed his phone to tap on the screen. “Wow, I have to say, it’s quiet a weird feeling, you were right on that point Michael” Alex said as his body goose bumped before settling back to normal. “Watch what happens now Michael!” Alex finished as his body started to grow and elongate, growing taller and more muscles. His clothes adapting around his body and looking like they were now painted on his skin. Veins popping left and right against his muscles and trapped between them and his tanning golden skin. His hair growing out and taking a wavy form before settling in mid long hair while his face grew more angular and defined. In front of his pants, his bulge grew again and again, showcasing a thick and bulging dick trapped against his thighs and leaving nothing to imagination. All around his body, his body hair grew back in his skin as he now stood there hairless. Without even looking at himself, Alex popped a grin on his face before flexing his new modified thick biceps in front of Charlie. “Tell me, how do you like it babe?” he asked in a cocky nonchalant voice to Charlie, truly targeting Michael deep inside, now looking exactly like Michael’s original body.

Michael, trapped deep inside Charlie couldn’t believe his own eyes. He couldn’t control his face or his sight but he swears in this moment he would have cried and scream if he could. Instead, the only thing he felt were his lips parting as his tongue moved, air rushing out of his lungs to create in his new harmonious voice. “You look so hot babe. You have no idea how lucky I am to be your boyfriend…” “I can say the same thing to you Charlie.” Continued Alex as he got back up and slowly walked to Charlie still laying on Michael’s bed. Alex was enjoying every minute that was given to him. A smile slowly creeping up on his cheeks as Charlie opened his mouth again, forcing Michael to say something he would have never done on his own. “Baby you are so hot… Your body is a work of art. Don’t hide it. You know how much I love your abs and pecs…” “Oh you mean… That?” said Alex in a cocky voice as he started to rise his yellow shirt, freeing his popping abs and pecs as his manly hands groped on his sensitive hard nipples.

Charlie stood there, biting his lips while Michael was trapped with the taste of blood and disgust on his tongue. Not able to control himself anymore, Charlie jumped on the bed to grab Alex by the neck as he threw himself at him, forcing a French kiss on him. Alex’s eyes popped open in surprise before slowly closing back as his calloused hands grabbed Charlie’s neck to assert his dominance on the kiss. Charlie was moaning in Alex’s breath as Alex continued to kiss Charlie down his neck and his pecs, pushing him back on the bed as he raised back up to slowly get his shirt off followed by his shorts. Once he was naked, he just looked at Charlie’s naked form on the bed before grinning cockily as he followed by saying in a vicious voice full of sex and envy: “I knew you just wanted my Attention…”

Alex lubed up, his own 8-inch cock pressing into the tight ass, slow breach, walls stretching around the girth, prostate sparking pain-pleasure as Charlie continued to moan, lost in the pleasure of Alex’s cock while Michael screamed in pain, taking the girth he was so proud of and for the first time, wondering if Becky felt that every time, he fucked her. Charlie opened back his eyes as stars appeared in his vision, his sight locking on Alex sweaty head front and focused eyes. Their eyes locking as Alex forced another kiss on Charlie’s sweaty mouth before breaking it and grinning. “You like that babe? You like my big dick thrusting in and out of you huh? I want you to sing for me!”  Alex said as his path accelerated, forcing pleasure moans out of Charlie’s mouth while Michael was screaming in pain. Thrusts built, balls slapping the curly taint, hand milking the plug-shaped dick to eruption. Charlie’s ass started to contract on its own around Alex’s cock and Alex grabbed Charlie’s cock tighter in his big meaty palm as he smiled, not stopping the milking. “Looks like you enjoyed it a bit too much baby!” Charlie between moans and heavy breath continued as his body started to spasm because of the continued milking after orgasm “What would a cele… BRA… tion be without a fi… REWORK! Congratu… LA… tions on your gra…duration ba… BE!” he finished as he saw Alex’s face started to contract and soon, he could feel him orgasming deep inside his bowels, rearranging his insides as he stood there for a couple of seconds, still absent mindly jerking Charlie’s limp cock with the residual sperm and sweat.

Pulling out, cum dripping from his used hole, Alex threw the clothes to Charlie as he eagerly put the shorts back on, still gasping and trying to find his breath back drenched in sweat on the new dirty bed as his left arm behind his head and closed his eyes to rest. Exhausted by the sex he just had with his boyfriend and already thinking about the next time he’ll be lucky to get fucked by his own gymnast. Alex grinned as he walked calmly to his desk to grab his phone.

Alex tapped his phone and suddenly Michael could move again, jumping from the bed as he realized in satisfaction and horror that he could move freely once again. As his feet touched the ground, he jumped in pain as he could feel Alex’s cum dripping out of his distended ass and he couldn’t do anything o stop it. He could still feel ants in his legs and feet while sweat continued to pour down his pits. “Alex please, I’m begging you. Change me back. This was a torture; I had no self-control and it was awful. Please. I’m sorry I told you all those awful things. Let’s just forget it and move on with our lives, ok? Change me back and I won’t ever talk to anyone about any of that. Please I’m begging you. Becky is waiting for me and we plan on getting an apartment and a dog. I have an interview tomorrow for a job at my dream company. I’m begging you, Alex. Please. PLEASE...” Michael couldn’t stop begging Alex, on his knees on the ground as tears rushed out of his eyes just as much as cum rushed out of his ass.

Alex didn’t even turn back, still naked and sweating from the sex he just had. He then laughed softly as he grabbed his phone and unlocked the screen. “Of course, Michael, in honor of our passed friendship, I can make sure you have the life you deserved.” One final tap. “OMG Alex thank you so much, I swear I’ll be the best version of myself. Thank you so much, thank you!” Michael smiled as he felt the rush cascading his body, thinking he was about to be freed from this nightmare he’s just been through. Promising himself to never talk about that to anyone. Michael could feel his body starting to itch crazy, he continued to thank Alex, still turning his back to him as he started to get back on his feet only to realize the ant itching sensation didn’t go away, instead it grew harder and harder. “Alex, I think there is a problem, the sensation is different. I think something is off. OMG WHAT IS THAT?!” Michael screamed looking at his hands and seeing them slowly starting to glitch as he could see his finger turning into glowing pixels falling on the ground and getting slowly swallowed inside Alex’s direction. “ALEX!!! WHAT IS WRONG?!” Michael continued to scream as Alex finally turned back to face him, his phone in his hand as Michael saw his pixelating body continuing to turn into pixels and falling off his body to get swallowed at light speed inside Alex’s phone.

“I said I’ll make sure you have the life you deserved, and I’ll enjoy every minute of it, Michael.” Alex said in a calm voice. At this instant, Michael realized Alex never had planned to turn him back. His life started to flash in front of his eyes, his family, his friends, the training, Becky and the life they had planned together. He couldn’t focus on one single thought as his body accelerated his pixelization and in a matter of second, Michael was completely gone and swallowed inside Alex’s phone. On his screen, a pop up appeared with a notification. “Process status: 100%” Alex clicked on the green button and an uploading wheel appeared next to the YouTube logo. Michael opened his eyes only to see himself in a vintage looking apartment. He tried to walk, to scream but it seemed like once again he had lost every ounce of freewill. In front of him, a big white title appeared in mirror. He tried to read it but it disappeared as fast as it appeared and soon, he felt his body starting to move on its own again, his mouth opened as he felt himself starting to sing, trapped forever inside Charlie singing one of his songs in one of his video clips. In the dorms, Alex grabbed Michael’s box and backpack as he turned around one last time to face the now empty room, he unlocked his phone and put on a headphone as he hit play, music starting to pulse in his ears as a smile crept on his face. Charlie appeared on the screen as he started to sing one of Alex’s favorites songs: “Girlfriend”. The world is his to conquer and he’ll have the life Michael had always dreamed about.

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Hey everyone!

I hope you enjoy this brand new story, created in collaboration with @forthegaze123 We brainstormed some ideas together and found this one particularly interesting. You’ll also be able to find a video version of this concept on his page.

I’d like to thank him for creating the AI images I used, and I really hope you enjoy the story.

I have to say, I had a great time writing this one, especially since I have such a crush on Charlie haha.

As always, feel free to share your feedback, and don’t hesitate to send requests via inbox or DM if you’d like to talk about ideas. I don’t bite!

Also, next month is my 30th birthday, so I’m thinking about organizing some kind of event to celebrate. Let me know if you’d be interested :)