#spreading tf

I could tell something was wrong the minute Professor Daniels stormed into the room. I’d always known him to have a calm regulated demeanour, so it was clear he was bothered that morning. His graying hair was unkempt and wild while his face was flushed bright red with anger. He muttered something under his breath, shaking his head in disgust.

“You okay, Professor?” I asked timidly, not sure if I wanted the answer. We were in the small cluttered office we shared at the University. I’d been working as Professor Daniels’ assistant since finishing my Master’s the previous year; I was halfway through marking term papers when Daniels made his dramatic entrance.

“I’ve got some bad news, Preston,” Daniels sighed, his tone somber. I could tell where this conversation was going - I was out of a job. “They’re slashing the department’s budget AGAIN. I was running numbers all last night, but I just don’t think there’s a way to keep you on.”

The news shouldn’t have been surprising, but it still hit like a gut punch. I was barely keeping my head above water with this job; I had no savings and lived paycheck to paycheck with just enough to cover the basic necessities. I really needed this job and was fucked without it.

“Shoot. We’ll, that’s too bad,” I tried to keep my voice even, hiding my internal despair. I was sure Daniels already felt horrible about the situation that was out of his control - there was no need to make him feel even worse.

“I am really sorry, Preston. You’ve been great to work with and I wish I could keep you on. I know how much you need this job,” Daniels said as he sat down in his chair on the opposite side of the small desk we had shared. Professor Daniels was well aware of my financial situation - he’d actually helped with the scholarship application that allowed me to finish my Master’s Degree. I was pretty sure I’d only been hired on as his assistant because he pitied me; he had been managing just fine on his own.

“It’s not your fault, Professor,” I told him reassuringly, forcing a smile. “I’m sure I’ll find something.” The job prospects for a Masters in Microbiology were nonexistent. If I didn’t find something in the next few days I’d have no choice but to move back in with my dad; I dreaded the thought.

“I may be able to help in that regard. I made some calls, and I have got you a job interview at a lab with an old associate of mine - if you’re interested.” Daniels grabbed a pen and scribbled something down on a pad of paper before tearing the page off and handing it over to me.

“Wow, that’s great, Professor Daniels. Thank you.” I glanced down at the piece of paper, surprised to see the interview was scheduled a few hours from now. Guess that meant I was terminated effective immediately, then. I didn’t recognize the address.

“Wesker and I studied together way back in the day. He’s a good scientist and a good man, but I do have to warn you - I don’t always agree with his ethics. His studies tend to focus on molecular enhancement and DNA modification - he likes pushing the boundaries of what science can do. His lab is in the middle of nowhere, and he likes it that way - private and remote.” I could tell Daniels was trying to caution me, but his warnings fell on deaf ears. There was nothing he could say to convince me not to go for this job interview; I would sell my soul to the devil if that’s what it took.

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Daniels hadn’t been lying about the location - it took me the better part of two hours to reach the lab. A few kilometers away from the lab my phone lost its signal, causing the GPS system to shut down. Luckily I just had to keep driving on the same road until I saw the lab - it was the first building I’d passed in over half an hour. I was surprised to see that the entrance was blocked by a security gate - whatever this lab was working on, it must have been pretty secretive.

The guard house looked empty as I drove up to the gate and I saw no sign of an intercom buzzer. I checked the time - the drive had taken me longer than expected and I was cutting it close to the scheduled interview time. After a minute had passed, I tapped on my car horn to let out a short honk, hoping it would catch somebody’s attention. Sure enough, I saw movement in the guard house and a minute later a man emerged.

The man was dressed in a security uniform, but he looked more like a model. Tall and broad with a muscular, athletic build, he had bright blonde hair in a styled fringe and warm, welcoming blue eyes. He flashed me a smile as he approached the car, showing off his perfect teeth. I glanced down at the name tag on the right breast of his security vest which read ‘Will’.

“Hey man,” Will greeted happily, still smiling. He rested one of his thick muscular arms on the car as he leaned over to speak with me. “How ya going?”

The man was a total stud, and I found myself momentarily speechless as I stared into his eyes. I’d always been liable to become a bumbling idiot around hot guys, and Will was one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen. The fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in months probably made him seem even more attractive. After a long moment of staring at him in a daze, I finally regained my composure and answered him. “I’m doing well, how are you?”

“Can’t complain, bro. Sorry about the wait - I must have dozed off for a minute!” Will chuckled. It seemed weird for a security guard to admit to a total stranger he was sleeping on the job, but I let the comment pass. Will’s work ethic was none of my concern, so long as he let me in for my interview.

“No problem - sorry I had to wake you,” I replied with a smirk of my own, which elicited another laugh from Will. “I’m here for a job interview with Dr. Wesker.”

“Right on, man! That’s awesome. He’s the big boss of this whole operation,” Will said enthusiastically. I waited for him to continue, but he just looked at me with that sexy grin.

“So do you need to check my ID or cross my name off a list or something before you open the gate?” I prompted, raising my eyebrows. Something seemed off about Will - he didn’t seem to know how to do his job very well. But maybe he was also new? I shouldn’t judge him too harshly.

Will looked at me appraisingly for another moment before shrugging his shoulders. “Nah, you seem like the good sort. I’ll let you on through!” He started walking back to the guard house, pausing halfway to look back at me. “Good luck with the interview - it would be nice if we got to work together!” He called out with a wink.

I was self aware enough to know that he was just being friendly and not flirting with me. I was average looking at best, and that was before I’d recently put on a few extra pounds. If Will was gay - and that was a pretty big if in itself - he was miles out of my league. There was no harm in a little wishful thinking, though.

Through the guardhouse window, I could see Will staring down at the control panel with a frown. His look of confusion gave the impression he’d never had to open the gate before - he must have been new. It seemed like he eventually figured it out, as the gate in front of me swung open. Will waved as I drove through the now open gate down the short drive leading to the lab. The small parking lot was mostly empty, with only a handful of cars strewn about. It wasn’t a large facility so it was easy to find the entrance leading to reception.

The interior was modern and minimalistic, with a small waiting area and a front desk. A set of double doors heading into the rest of the building, presumably the actual lab area of the facility. A man sat behind the desk, slumped over and chuckling at something on his phone. I approached and cleared my throat to get his attention; he looked up from his phone at me and I let out a startled gasp.

The man was the spitting image of Will, the security guard I’d seen just moments earlier. He had the same handsome features and muscular build, though he was wearing a polo and jeans instead of the security uniform Will had been sporting. He had the same friendly but slightly dopey smile as he looked up at me from behind the desk; I noted that his nametag read ‘Adam’.

“What’s up, bro?” Adam asked, setting his phone down. He shook the mouse on his computer to turn back on the monitor’s screen, which had gone dark from inactivity.

I was a little taken aback by Adam’s appearance, but I smiled back and tried to hide my discomfort. “Hello, I’m Preston Harris - I think Dr. Wesker is expecting me?”

Adam looked something up at on his computer, then nodded. “Yeppers - I see you’re in his calendar!” I waited for him to continue, but he was looking up at me expectantly.

“Should I just wait here, then?” I asked, gesturing towards the seating area.

“Oh, I should probably tell him you’re here!” Adam chuckled, shaking his head at his own foolishness. He grabbed the office phone from his desk and dialed one of the extensions, pressing the receiver up to his ear. “Hey, doc. That dude is here for your interview.” I could hear a muffled response over the phone, but couldn’t make out what Wesker was saying. “Sure, I’ll let him know.” Adam hung the phone up and turned his attention back to me, still grinning ear to ear. “He’ll be right out. Feel free to take a seat.”

“Thanks. By the way - are you and Will related, by any chance?” The question felt pretty invasive for someone I’d just met, but my curiosity got the best of me. The more I looked at Adam, I was convinced he and Will had to be identical twins. They had the same chiseled jaw, the same sharp pointed nose, the same luscious, juicy lips…fuck, I was getting horny being surrounded by all these hot men.

“Huh?” Adam looked at me with genuine confusion, his brows furrowed. “You mean Will from security?”

“Uh…yeah,” I nodded, staring down at the ground in embarrassment. I suddenly felt very dumb for asking the question - it was obviously none of my business and it was an unprofessional first impression to make.

“No, man. I mean, we’re bros but not like…actually bros, you know?” Adam shook his head. He seemed genuinely surprised by the question.

“Ah, okay,” I was sure I had turned bright red with embarrassment at this point. “I was just asking because you sort of look alike.”

“Huh…” Adam stared off into the distance, considering my remark. “I’ve never heard that before. Will’s like 20 years older than me - are you saying I look like an old man?”

“Uh…I didn’t mean…” I stuttered, flabbergasted. This was not going well at all.

“Relax, buddy, I’m just teasing,” Adam laughed, reaching across the desk to give me a playful punch in the arm. I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn’t actually offended him. “He’s a handsome fella, so I take it as a complement.”

I hadn’t really spent that much time with Will, and I had been so distracted by his muscles that I probably hadn’t actually gotten a good look at his face. And as my friends loved to point out, I wasn’t the most observant guy when it came to the finer details. More likely than not, I had seen two hot blonde guys in short succession and thought they looked more similar in my head than they actually did. I was feeling pretty silly, and this was not where my headspace should have been before an important interview. I needed this job badly; it was time to focus.

One of the doors behind Adam swung open as a man in a white lab coat entered the room. “Hey, pal. You must be Preston. I’m Dr. Wesker,” the man introduced himself, reaching out his hand as he approached.

At this point I was starting to think I was seeing things. Professor Daniels was in his late 50s, and so I had assumed that Wesker would have been a similar age. Instead, Wesker was another muscular blonde hunk who looked ridiculously out of place in the lab coat he was wearing. I did a double take between Adam and Wesker - the two men looked identical except for their outfits. I had already thought that Will and Adam had looked similar, but seeing Wesker and Adam at the same time made me feel like something really weird was going on. I’m sure I had a dumb confused look on my face as I shook Wesker’s hand. I kept looking between Wesker and Adam, expecting one of them to address the elephant in the room, but both men seemed completely oblivious.

“Are…are you guys twins?” I asked. I hoped I wasn’t hallucinating.

Wesker frowned, exchanging a concerned look with Adam. “I don’t know what’s going on with him bro,” Adam whispered, though loud enough for me to overhear. “He also thought that me and Will were brothers or something.”

“Are you feeling okay, Preston?” Wesker asked gently. His condescending tone would have pissed me off if I wasn’t so concerned that I was losing my mind. Adam and Wesker were doppelgangers of each other, but neither of them seemed to be aware of their similarities. Adam had also been taken by surprise when I said he looked like Will, so either I was imagining it all or they were clueless. If I was having a mental break, it was at a super inopportune time; no way was Wesker going to hire me after I caused a ruckus before the interview even started. I could figure out what was going on later, but I needed to try and save face if I wanted any chance of landing this job.

“Yeah, sorry,” I laughed nervously, trying to seem casual. “I guess I’m just tired after the drive and my eyes are playing tricks on me.”

Adam and Wesker exchanged another worried glance. “If you’re not feeling so hot, we don’t need to do this interview right now,” Wesker offered. He was obviously trying to get rid of me, and I could hardly blame him.

“No, I am fine, really,” I insisted. “I promise there won’t be any more outbursts. I am really excited for this opportunity and would love to discuss it with you.”

Wesker looked at me for a long moment appraisingly before coming to a decision, nodding his head. “Sure, bro. Let’s do it.” He pushed open the double doors, holding them open for me to follow him. Adam gave me an encouraging thumbs up and smile as I followed Wesker into the office area. It was a narrow hallway, with one side a large glass wall showing off the laboratory area. I could see two men through the glass, both men wearing lab coats and chatting animatedly. Like every other man I’d seen since arriving, they had the same appearance of being tall, muscular blonde jocks. “Keep it together, Preston,” I whispered to myself under my breath. Everyone else was acting normally, so it must be something in my psychosis causing me to see things. I’d get myself checked out at a clinic as soon as I got through the interview.

“So, you and Professor Daniels were in school together?” I asked Wesker as I followed him down the hallway. He turned into the last door on the opposite side from the lab, a modest boardroom.

“Huh? Oh yeah, we were study buddies. That was, like, almost thirty years ago. Wild,” Wesker answered as he sat down at the boardroom table. That timeline didn’t make sense, seeing as Wesker looked like he was in his midthirties if not younger. Wesker’s dialect seemed a bit off, too; not all scientists spoke the same, but he was conducting himself more like a dumb frat dude. I’d noticed similar mannerisms in Will and Adam, but it stood out more in Wesker given his position.

“Oh shoot! Can you give me five? I just realized I don’t have my notes.” Wesker jumped up from the table and walked back to the door.

“Yeah, no problem,” I nodded. Truth be told, I was happy to have a minute to try and regain my composure with some solitude.

“Thanks man!” Wesker called before heading out into the hallway. I sunk my head down into my hands, running my fingers along my temples and letting out a loud groan. What the fuck was wrong with me? I wondered if I was experiencing face blindness, but as far as I knew people with that condition didn’t typically see everyone as the same hot jock. Maybe I actually was just tired and needed a good long sleep.

I jumped at the sound of the boardroom door slamming shut. Looking up from the table, a man stood before me with a panicked expression. He was breathing heavily, casting a frantic look over his shoulder. At first I thought it was Wesker returning, but the man’s attire was different; instead of a lab coat he was in a black muscle shirt and navy blue exercise shorts.

“Dude, we’ve got to get out of here!” The man cried out. I stood up from my chair and took a cautious step away from the man; I didn’t like the unhinged vibes he was giving off.

“Who are you?” I asked warily. My eyes darted towards the exit, but the man was in my direct path and unless I wanted to throw myself across the table there wouldn’t be an easy way out.

“Chill, bro, I’m not here to hurt you,” The man raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back. “We just need to leave now, while we still can.”

I had had it up to here with this day. First I got fired, then I started seeing things, and now a strange man was shouting cryptic warnings at me? I needed a job, but this was starting to become too much even for me. “What are you talking about?”

“You must have noticed that every dude in this place looks like me, right?” The man was still panting heavily. I froze; whoever this man was, he was seeing the same thing as me. Maybe it wasn’t in my mind after all. That would have normally been a relief, but that actually led to bigger questions. “I thought I was going crazy. Everyone else is acting completely normal, oblivious to the fact they all look the same!”

The man nodded. “I’m Trevor Harris, by the way.”

“Preston,” I replied brusquely; this was not the time to make introductions. “Can you tell me what the hell is going on, Trevor?”

“Right. So, like, I see this ad online asking for participants in some scientific study. The only requirement is that they need to be fit and attractive, so naturally I apply,” Trevor started. I would usually have found this kind of cockiness off putting, but I couldn’t really fault Trevor’s logic; if I looked like him, I’d be confident in my looks too. I gestured for him to continue. “Anyways, I get to this lab, and Dr. Wesker is trying to explain the point of the study to me, but he’s using lots of big words and talking real fast and I dropped science in high school. He’s saying something about making my DNA more dominant so he can transfer my traits, like my muscles, on to other people. The whole thing sounds pretty far- fetched, but what do I know?”

Daniels had mentioned something about Wesker being obsessed with molecular modification, so Trevor’s story seemed plausible so far. As I listened to Trevor’s story, I was starting to sweat; it suddenly felt very warm in the board room. I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my dress shirts to let my skin breathe, wiping away the sweat forming on my brow. Trevor really was a good looking guy, especially in his current outfit; the muscle shirt showed off his boulder-like shoulders and the shorts exposed his defined muscular calves. I told myself to focus on Trevor’s story, but it was increasingly distracting the longer I stared at him.

“So he asks if he can give me some kind of injection, promising that it’s totally safe. I’m not a fan of needles, but they’re paying me for this study and I need the money, so I say sure. And then he gives me the shot, and things go total bonkers.”

“Bonkers how?” I asked, encouraging him to continue. Wesker had been out for several minutes now and was likely to return shortly. My growing lust for Trevor was starting to turn me on; I could feel blood rushing towards my crotch. I hoped it wasn’t obvious I was getting a stiffy as he told me his harrowing tale.

“Everyone was super horny all of a sudden. Like, jerking their dicks off horny. I don’t know what caused it, but all of the scientists, Wesker included, started tugging themselves like there was no tomorrow. And then one of them came, and he started to change. He was an old fat dude, but he was becoming young and fit. Suddenly it was like looking in a mirror - the guy looked just like me! The others started to jizz too, and they all started to change until they all had my body.”

It sounded like a wild story, but I didn’t have a rational alternative to explain what was going on. Alarm bells were ringing in the back of my mind - wasn’t I feeling super horny all of a sudden? Would I change, too?

“And as crazy as that was, it wasn’t the weirdest part. After they had all changed, the guys just went back to work as if things were completely normal. It was like they were completely clueless that they now looked different. And they were acting differently, too. They weren’t using big words anymore. They were talking more like me, a little…” Trevor trailed off, struggling for the right word to use.

“Dumber?” I supplied. Trevor shot me an offended look, but then nodded that it was appropriate.

“I ran out to the front desk for help, but that guy started wanking off, too. And when I ran out to the security guard at the gatehouse, the same thing happened to him. I was scared, so I found an empty office and hid inside. That was like, hours ago. Man, I’m so hungry and I need to take a piss…anyways, I could hear your voice while I was hiding and I realized that there was someone at the lab who hadn’t changed! And I knew I had to warn you. So now let’s get out of here before they find us,” Trevor grabbed me by the arm, pulling me towards the door.

It was way too hot - I felt like I was burning up. I unbuttoned my shirt all the way and flung it off, then slid my pants down and off as well. My skin was drenched in sweat and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I could faintly hear Trevor shouting something at me, but it sounded distant and muffled even though he was standing right beside me. I could feel the throbbing of my hard dick just aching for release; maybe if I relieved myself I’d be able to focus again. The logical side of my brain was trying to tell me that it was a bad idea, especially after what Trevor had told me happened in the lab. Something had been done to Trevor that was making me feel like this and I needed to get away from him as fast as I could. The urge was so overwhelming, though…I couldn’t even think clearly.

My hands pulled down my boxers, exposing my erection. Trevor was still protesting, telling me to stop and that we needed to get out of here, but his words were falling on deaf ears. Even though I knew it was wrong, I took my dick in my grip and started pumping it. As I stroked my member, the pressure that had been building in me immediately started to subside, my vision and hearing returning to normal. All I had to do was get off and I’d be able to think clearly again.

“Dude, come on, stop!” Trevor pleaded helplessly, watching as I jerked it. I just grunted in response - I was too focused to talk to him right now, my only goal in that moment being to cum as quickly as I could. Trevor was too stupid to even realize he was the one causing this - something about being in his proximity had sparked this reaction in me.

My cock felt unfamiliar in my hands, thicker and heavier than usual. I glanced down and sure enough, my dick was a good two inches longer and had almost doubled in girth. My balls also looked different, hairy and swollen. The hairs surrounding my genitals spread upwards, coating my belly and chest in a dusting of light blonde hair. I should have panicked at these changes, but it felt right as my body shifted - as if this was the way I was always supposed to be.

Trevor ran for the exit; he’d clearly realized I was beyond help. He pulled the door open, glancing over his shoulder at me. “I’m sorry, bro - I tried to help you!” With that, he disappeared out into the hallway. I was so focused on my own pleasure that I barely noticed his departure.

The pace of my strokes accelerated as I grew closer to climax. My entire torso had changed by this stage, not that I cared. My thin slender arms had erupted with muscle, thick veiny biceps and triceps forming as my shoulders widened. My small round belly had receded, replaced with tight chiseled abs, and my flat chest pushed outwards to form thick round pecs. My lower body quickly followed suit, my limbs elongating and stretching as I grew taller. My skinny quads and calves were now thick branches of muscle and definition, completing my new muscular build.

“Fuck, man!” I cried out as my cock started to spurt out jizz. My face was tingling gently as it restructured, my average looks being replaced with Trevor’s handsome features. My frizzy brown hair lightened to blonde, growing straight and styled. The thick glasses I’d been wearing dematerialized; I wouldn’t need them anymore with my perfect vision. I continued to pump my cock - every shot of cum brought more clarity as I felt lighter and happier than ever before.

“Whoops,” I chuckled to myself, looking around at the mess that I made.

Wesker re-entered the room, carrying a briefcase in one of his hands. He paused in the doorway, noticing that I was naked and my jizz was all over the room. “Looks like you’ve been keeping yourself entertained, bro,” he laughed. He seemed to have no problem with my current state, acting like cumming during the interview process was completely normal. I didn’t feel any embarrassment or shame; I was horny, so I got myself off. Besides, with a body this hot it was almost a crime to keep it hidden beneath clothes.

“Sorry,” I giggled with a shrug, not really meaning it. I grabbed my boxers off the floor, using them as a cum rag before slipping them back on.

“Nah, man, that’s what we’re all about around here. It’s about feeling good and doing what you want - jerk when you want, suck when you want, fuck when you want. I can tell you’ll fit in great. In fact…” Wesker tossed the briefcase aside, crossing the room to extend his hand. “Welcome to the team, Preston.”

This dude was gonna be the best boss ever, I could already tell. This was totally the best day ever.

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Trevor sprinted down the hallways and out of the building, running to his car. This was so messed up. All he had wanted was to make a quick buck on the side to help pay for rent, and now everyone was looking and acting just like him? He needed to get the hell out of here. He felt bad about leaving that other dude behind - what had his name been, Prescott or something? - but he had tried to help him.

He accelerated his car up to the security gate leading out of the facility. He didn’t even bother to slow down, he just revved his engine and drove right through the blockade. He caught a quick glimpse of the security guard that now looked just like him, the man’s jaw dropped in surprise. He swerved out onto the road, heading back to the city.

This was so wild. What should he do now? Call the cops? Would they even believe him? What if whatever caused the changes continued to spread? He thought of his boyfriend Wes and prayed that he was okay. He didn’t have time to deal with the police and their skepticism; he would get back to his apartment, grab Wes, and then they would get out of the city before things got crazy.