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“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine, and I don’t want anyone to take you away from me.”

Benny’s eyes drifted from his brother’s face down to the swollen, leaking cock. He swallowed. “I can’t be yours. Think of how difficult that would be for you. If anyone found out, that’d be the end of everything you’ve worked for. We’d be shunned and alone.”

“I don’t mind being alone together.” Tony licked his lips. “I want to fuck you. I want to fill you with pheromones and somehow unlock an omega nature. I want us to make son-nephews together. I want to give you a claiming bite. But you’re a beta, and more importantly, you’re my brother. So it’s up to you. Tell me to fuck off. Or.” Tony started stroking his cock again. His precum dripped onto the floor. “Take your mask off, and bathe in my pheromones.”

One minute passed, and then another. Neither brother said a word. Neither looked away. Tony kept stroking his dick. Benny kept looking between Tony’s eyes and his crotch.

The Chosen Drone

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How about a cock transformation story where the best man fills out the package of one of the grooms on the big day?

Peter thrust his hands forward. “Please, help me.”

A bright pink pill bottle rested in his palms. On the lid, a cartoon, anthropomorphic cock winked. It was cute in a lightly creepy sort of way. Cockify. I’d seen it in stores and in porn, but never would I have expected it to wind up in the hands of my best friend.

“Say something,” Peter said.

I rubbed the side of my neck. “You want me to be your dick.”

He didn’t raise his head. “Just for a little bit. The closer you are to someone, the bigger a dick they’re supposed to make.”

Right. That was the problem with CTF porn. Pornstars playing husbands obviously weren’t close enough in real life for the cocking to result in the gargantuan sizes promised by the drug. You mostly had to go to amateur stuff to see the real extent of what it could do.

“Dude,” I said.

“I’ll tell everyone my corsage fell apart because something got knocked over or whatever and you transformed into that. No one’ll know you’re the reason my cock is gonna be fucking enormous. You won’t have to worry about making everything go well. Told the lady to bother Xan’s mom.”

My fingers hovered over the bottle. It was tempting, getting to rest for a bit. “How long do that last?”

“Uh…” He paused. “I think I got the moderately weak dose? So it’s two hours a pill.”

He’d never used them before. But he’d brought them with him. Did he just go around with the stuff? Maybe it was part of his honeymoon plans? Or maybe he’d been hoping to take the day in this direction from the jump.

I snatched the bottle up. “I’m taking one.”

I have lost my job. Though I am applying for new ones, my field is museums and nonprofits, which are all taking hits and aren't exactly in a hiring spree.

I have one month of work left, and I’ve already been applying since May. But a job I was really banking on decided to go with another applicant and I’m freefalling.

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