#multi head

Been wanting to draw Jesryn again for a while. She just encapsulates so much of the kinds of dragon features I like. And she's just so dang pretty.

Jim hadn’t intended this result, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

It had been an attempted body snatch. A injection he’d gotten from a friend, who’d showcased its efficiency with reckless excited abandon as he shrugged on the hollowed husk of a passing gym bro. He’d seen firsthand how the concoction let one acquire a whole new persona, wearing another’s body and brain atop your own.

Jim just hadn’t known this was an option.

Tyler hadn’t been an easy mark. He wasn’t some easy-going brain-dead dude bro. He was a force of nature honestly, everything that Jim wished to god he was. Likeable, funny, extremely intelligent. An avid motorcyclist, probably just to make him hotter than he had any right to be. He was a social butterfly with enough wit to get a immediate sense of a person.

“You know I knew you wanted something from me dude, but I couldn’t guess it was this” Tyler said, preening at the mirror. He flexed his arms and Jim could feel the way their tightly combined muscle mass was packed beneath Tyler’s skin. Everything that Jim was sat beneath a shell of Tyler. He could almost still feel the divide, his skin rubbing against whatever the injection had made of Tyler’s insides.

Tyler gave him a happy self-satisfied smirk as Jim rolled his eyes at the guy’s blatant self-obsession. “Yeah I wasn’t really subtle, was I”, Jim sighed. Tyler laughed, before Jim’s side’s arm to traitorously mess up Jim hair to his protests. Jim couldn’t help but blush despite the annoyance, the vivid red of Tyler’s blush across his face. It was crazy how easily that face could make his heart flutter, a fact that Tyler clearly took pride in considering he could feel Jim’s heart in their chest judging but how the guy seemed to lavish in Jim’s little crush.

This would’ve been a lot less complicated if Jim had known what he was doing when he injected Tyler that distant feeling week ago. Jim had been a suspicious fucker and Tyler had known, but he’d been very vocal about how distracting Jim had been that week.

“Like a gay little goblin” Tyler said one night. “But a really adorable one, all anxious and shady”.

“I wasn’t even that attractive” Jim had argued, maybe a little of his miniscule ego worming its way into his voice.

“Attractive is subjective Jimmy” Tyler corrected, voice low and reassuring. Jim wondered if they had the same lungs and the reason he was always speechless was because of that. “You’re quite a sweet little weirdo once you get past the science fiction crime of it all.” Tyler said like the science fiction crime was so little.

Jim had injected the guy when they’d finally been alone. 3 hard fought invitations to the kinds of parties Tyler was a natural inhabitant of. 3 parties where Jim searched for an in, only to be surrounded by people as Tyler practically orbited him. Almost mocking in how warped it was to Jim’s expectations, having a hunk wrapped around his finger only to be stopped from his sinister plans by Tyler’s army of loyal friends.

It was only during their first outside of party hangout when Jim had done it.

“You know I thought we were going to have sex” Tyler thought out loud.

It wasn’t sex. But they both enjoyed it, considering the fond smile Tyler seemed to remember it by.

That wasn’t the mental effects of the injection talking either. Jim had fast learned Tyler was just as much of a freak as he was.

It was unfortunately very hot.

It had been the oddest feeling that night. The injection had acted so fast, turning Tyler from a person to an empty shell in the matter of moments. Just a loose warm husk of his body in his worn leather jacket and old jeans.

Jim had need to take off Tyler’s shirt and jacket before he could find the mysterious entry point, appearing exactly like a perfect straight scar between Tyler’s shoulder blades. It had needed only slight touch before it was opened, feeling somehow soft within.

Jim had stripped, before widening that elastic opening. He hadn’t known what he was doing and it had shown. Nearly had tried to pull his legs through sideways.

It was at first like sliding his leg through molasses. It was firm and unyielding, yet utterly impossible to move in. Every push into it was impossible to reverse, but the idea of backing out at that moment had been preposterous.

The velvety feeling subsided as the static of nerve ending connecting alit from the feet up. He’d just managed to worm the shell up to his shins when the static subsided in a perfect intoxicating moment. Tyler’s muscles anchoring to his own, letting Jim wiggle Tyler’s larger toes under Tyler’s socks. Seeing Tyler’s shitty ankle tattoo peak out from the old jeans like it was his own shitty tattoo.

Jim had happily taken to effortfully pull the rest of the shell up, bunching Tyler and Tyler’s jeans up his waist. The thighs had gone and then Jim had gotten to the struggle of trying to shove his hard cock into the tight fit, trying his best not to let the high stimulation of fondling his dick into Tyler’s push him over the edge. Jim honestly couldn’t guess how he stood out from release as the nerves aligned up his dick inside Tyler’s sizable sleeve.

Maybe the fact that he impossibly couldn’t cum in that moment was his first hint, as some other will tempered his excitement to not waist the rest of the experience.

“It was like sensory deprivation and full body sleep, I guess. Comfortable in a way, but every time you lined us up it was like electricity. Really fucking good electricity. Does that make sense? Didn’t want it to end” Tyler explained as they cooked breakfast. Jim ate a lot these days. Muscles took a lot of energy to maintain, especially with the amount of work needed to build them.

Jim could feel the strain on every exercise get easier with every day, his body at the core becoming stronger in its own right. Solid muscle now working in conjunction with Tyler’s own.

He had been pouring with sweat as Tyler’s torso was pulled slowly up his chest. He’d gotten it as far as it could go before he needed to push his scrawny arms in, like trying to push your hand through a solid layer of clay. It took all of his feeble strength but eventually he felt his hands glide into Tyler’s like a tight pair of gloves. It was numb and then it crackled with sensation, Tyler’s bigger hands twisting and turning at Jim’s whim. The sensation had travelled up to his shoulder, and suddenly Jim could feel the hair on Tyler’s arms and the weight of the layer of muscle tense and relax to Jim’s tune.

Well not exactly Jim’s tune. It was definitely the amount of mind-numbing pleasure of the experience that made Jim believe his hand was acting under his direction to powerfully shove Jim’s other hand into Tyler’s empty other arm. It was certainly what Jim had intended to do, although maybe not so impatiently.

“You get wrapped up in taking it slow babe. I’m a much more impatient person” later complained Tyler over their 5th hour of side quests in their shared hobby of shooter games. Coordination had been confusing, but gaming had helped their messy tangle of bodily controls. That and working out refined it all, convincing Jim’s body to relax into Tyler’s own powerful shell.

His arm had had a much quicker journey into the Tyler’s other arm with Tyler’s full force behind it, pushing and messaging the fingers into position and receiving that incredible sizzling feeling of every nerve singing. The man’s body wielded a lot of strength in its lithe form, not so muscular as to be a bodybuilder but still impressive and disproportionally unstoppable.

It was only when only Tyler’s head laid empty and waiting in front of Jim’s head that he had been able to understand the difference between him and the body in who was doing what.

“I was trying to be gentle”

It wasn’t gentle, as Jim’s hands in Tyler’s moved against his will to awkwardly push his face into the tight mask of Tyler.

“I thought I was going to suffocate Tyler” Jim would complain, only to receive Tyler’s constant protests always going something like “Play stupid games, get stupid prizes”. Inject a hot guy with a mystery drug and don’t complain when it doesn’t go great.

Jim hadn’t been able to breath through the tightness of Tyler’s neck and shoulder slowing his progression upwards. It was the finality of Jim’s singular mistake, that being the insulating lubricant he had neglected to add. It wasn’t so much Jim’s mistake, as it was Carlson’s. The now buff once nerd who was Jim’s supplier.

“Oh it was probably the lube that I definitely forgot to give you” Carlson had cringed, looking at a panicked Jim and a amused Tyler sat head by head in a stretched hoodie. He had reached back to his own back and shown the slit that marked the entry point of his own bodysuit. It was still elastic where the conjoined twins’ was rapidly disappearing. “Lube does stuff to the nerves I think, makes them communicate but not like bond with you.” Carlson said, nervously looking at Tyler who was quirking his eyebrow in clear judgment to what that meant. Basically, turning a person into a interchangeable suit and preventing an consciousness in the suit to be anything but a shell of a personality that could be worn by the innermost person. Tyler would’ve thought it was despicable if he was normal, but unfortunately, he just found it hot.

Carlson couldn’t explain how the two heads had happened, but he had been a good lay. Jim and Tyler’s first technical lay together, although Jim was privy to Tyler’s memories of every previous lay. So it had just felt comfortable, somehow as they traded kissing his longtime geeky friend who now inhabited the built body of a lumberjack-like man. Or the gym bro that Jim had watched be transformed. Or a stoner, a surfer or any of the other hundred suits Carlson had accumulated.

It was all so overwhelming.

He’d felt like he was suffocating. Then the pressure broke and the skin expanded, pushing outwards. It wasn’t the right path, but the biology hoodoo of it all was improvising. His face pressed into the expanded skin it settled onto his face, following the trends it was accustomed to. Shaping itself into the lips, eyes, facial hair that Jim had long since memorized. Jim’s sweaty hair pushing through the forming scalp only to get quickly transitioned into Tyler’s sweaty hair.

Jim had gasped for air and had opened his eyes. The vision was different and the colors a little duller. “I think you’re a little colorblind Tyler”, Jim would later say. “Oh, huh red and green do look pretty similar” was Tyler’s amazed reply. It undersold the absolute perspective shift that were Tyler’s eyes, alongside the invasion of literal perspective of Tyler that slowly filtered into Jim’s brain.

Tyler lived inside Jim as much as Jim lived inside Tyler. Tyler had gotten a taste of how true that fact was over their week together. It bordered on the horrors of complete privacy invasion, but Jim’s luck had just gotten a person who was far too into it.

“Name my first memory” Tyler had demanded, knowing that something like that was nearly impossible for anyone to accurately discern. Especially for a person who was dealing with the personality of a whole other man seeping into his own.

“Fire at the Dennys?” Jim guessed, genuinely disturbed by the visceral memories of flaming pancake mix and molten syrup. Tyler just looked awed and their dick certainly twitched in their joggers, the little response that Jim had gotten quicly acquainted too despite how little he could actually see of the man’s expressions. It was generally pretty hard to turn one’s head to see the head next to you. Gaped excitement was pretty obvious though. That and the quick arousal.

He'd felt the same exact reaction when he turned his head after that gasp of air, only to see the same old Tyler looking at him. Mouth wide open as the empty head rapidly regained mass, seeming to draw it from nowhere, yet the sensation of that other face still filtering through Jim’s brain.

The swallow of shock. The rush of adrenaline and fixation of pure need.

That awe had quickly fallen under the urgenecy that was the two of them in that moment. One of them had taken their dick in hand and the other had tempered the motions, leaving every stroke to cause Jim’s own dick to rub against the nerves of the one surrounding it. It was velvety friction and it was all either could think of, the poison of Tyler’s kinks being driven like a nail into Jim’s brain.

It was feeling close to another person, Jim could guess. That was what had become Tylers love for all this. Why Tyler had dove face first into each of Jim’s strange friends, trading favors and nights for all the little nick knacks that they could obtain.

The perception filter from one of them had been essential, making their status as a two-headed Tyler the norm. Not conjoined twins, but one person. The person that Jim’s brain was so convinced it was, being fed spoonfuls of Tyler every minute. Giving Jim’s little brain ever more material for his obsession with his now body mate.

Another had supplied sewing lessons, which was less obviously strange, but just as important. Store bought shirts were their regular enemy now and one that required some new skills to overcome, although Tyler’s motorcycle leathers still fit.

“Its good leather” Tyler said in victory, showing off the tight leather in the mirror. Jim could remember buying it, being the young Tyler who saved up to get the gear. All fresh faced from dropping out of college and enrolled in trade school.

Jim was as much Tyler as he pleased most days. More so when Tyler enjoyed it, all that restrained narcissism let loose between the two’s night’s alone to themselves. Other days, he was mostly just the weird goblin Jim under a Tyler patina and Tyler was just as fixated on that.

They’d ejaculated the cum of two men that first night before passing out in their own sweat on the bed. Introductions were made and that was life. They never had bothered to fix the situation in the slightest.

The entry point was nearly gone. Just a small opening in Tyler’s shell that shrunk by the day. They were happy to let it disappear. The sensation of Jim’s body beneath Tyler’s was always there, just rubbing against its cage in the right way to scratch an itch.

They would wake up every day, brush two pairs of teeth, share one cup of joe. Spend an agonizingly long time debating a morning jack off session after putting on their leathers, sometimes winning and sometimes losing the debate before shrugging on a pair of Tyler’s boots and heading to work. Often just jacking off at work if they hadn’t in the morning, possibly even fuck a customer if Jim’s burgeoning overconfidence was rearing its head that day. Spend the day working in the shop, two Tyler’s worth of attention and love on the same bikes and cars. Nothing but good reviews going forward

Evenings were spent in the merging of Jim and Tyler’s worlds. Strange men and women, Tyler’s own circle becoming just as strange as the worlds mingled. Trading morally grey concoctions and horny ethical dilemmas of identity. Dinner prepping as shapeshifters joke around their living room, trading stories and sexual encounters. Making many more sexual encounters with the men who were so many men, stacked inside each other.

It was a good chaotic tiring life and they were twice the man to take it on.

What a brilliant fluke of a result.

All thanks to fucking Carlson.

“You’re welcome by the way boys”

“Fuck off”

“Fuck off”