The Fusion Chronicles

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There are many reasons why people go to the gym, many reasons to get in shape, but some over the course of their time take advantage of others for their own pleasure. Those in or approaching their prime know that they are very desirable & as a result, have many flings at these temples of body improvement.

Rory:

Is one of those people being taken advantage of. A twunk, or approaching one, he has been used a side piece or a stress mate by his more well endowed gym goers.

One of those hunky gym goers used him frequently. No matter how hard, how fast, how deep he pegs him, his hole never adjusts. It never gets loose.

A challenge, like a virgin who has experience.

For Rory, he thinks that this constitutes the beginnings of an relationship, but he does not understand that pleasure is no more a basis for an emotional relationship than his hand doing the deed to himself is.

He walked into his supposed lover topping another twunk and ran off. His lover just laughed and continued doing the deed. Rory was embarrassed, and in that embarrassment he realized the truth.

"I'll get back at him. Make him regret everything, forever."

He was aware that his former lover came in with his best friend, so he went to his car.

He messed with the back door of his car, and it opened with no fuss.

"Too trusting, must have been going to this gym for too long to let his guard down like this."

He sat in the backseat of the car & waited.

Two hours later and he heard the voices of his spurred love & his friend having regular conversation. Rory lowered his body so that he would not get caught.

They both sat in the front.

"Can't wait to go on vacation, bro. Less than a day and paradise is here."

"I know. Let's take a video real quick. Show our girlfriends what is to come, show them our mad pumps:"

Kevin, the man on the right, pressed a button that caused the steering wheel and other driving parts to shift to his side.

"Gotta love future tech."

He started the car & drove off.

"Gotta head to my place first, then we pick up Abigail & Stacey. Also..."

They heard some rustling in the back. Kevin looked at the rear view mirror & saw Rory.

"What the heck, we have a hitch hiker. Jeremy, go deal with him until I find an out cropping or field to kick him into."

Jeremy maneuvered out of his passenger seat into the back. When he moved his head up to look at the stowaway, he froze.

"Rory, what the heck are you doing here?"

"Rory? One of the your dumpsters? You gotta pick better man. Now I might have to turn around & go back this time."

Jeremy continued moving & was now on top of Rory. He placed his hands on top of him, preparing to put him in an embrace.

Rory did not fight back & this worried Jeremy.

This position & Rory's strange confidence turned Jeremy on, and he moved to kiss him before resuming his eviction. When he was done, he tried breaking lip to lip contact, but he was stuck. He found the same for his hands that were cuffed on top of his shoulders.

Instead, he found his hands sinking into his shoulders. His lips were sinking into Rory followed by the rest of his face starting with his nose.

There was an unknown force pulling him towards Rory, and something dampening his panic response. But panic he still did, especially once his pecs touched Rory's & started mixing.

As creaking sounds issued from their merging bodies, Jeremy started to shake a little & put out grunting-moaning sounds, indicating that he was trying to fight the process. There was a gloop as their stomachs touched and merged as well.

The sound alerted Kevin who looked at the rear view mirror again.

"You okay back there? Looking like you are tapping that twink before we kick him out. You are definitely going to have to shower again unless you want-"

There was no response, no look back from Jeremy to indicate that he was listening. Just the sounds of struggle & it sounded like he was losing.

The area started to flatten & so Kevin used this as an opportunity to look for an parking area:

He parked his car on the side of the road and got out. He opened the passenger door corresponding to the driver's seat door and looked at the horror before him.

Jeremy & Rory were a conjoined mass from feet to face. The way that Jeremy was moving indicated that he was converging into Rory.

"What the-"

Jeremy & Rory looked up at Kevin at the same time. Jeremy had this look of fear & sadness, Rory of triumph.

The mass moved out of the cart & onto the grassy field as Jeremy wanted help, and Rory got the idea of bring Kevin into their glorious union.

Kevin stepped out of the way & tripped. The joined mass of the fusing men moved in an inhumanly way towards him, unified in conflicting desires.

Getting away should have been easy for Kevin, but the power of fear & confusion can muddle one's reasoning & the ability to properly use ones body.

Frozen in terror and up against a stump, he watched as the mass made gains on him.

"Stop, STOP, STOPPPPPP!"

Rory's backside met Kevin's frontal. The combined weight of the two men was too much for him to push off.

Then more creaks.

Kevin let out a loud moan that was almost a howl as he felt his body join in on the action, felt himself becoming a part of this monstrosity that held his best friend captive as well. He reflexivity wrapped his arms around the mass, causing them to sink in.

Rory was excited. Assimilating one stud was an accomplishment in of itself, but two studs & at the same time? The universe favored him that day.

The conjoined mass of the three men was looking like a fleshy human sized cocoon. It was undulating wildly as Jeremy & Kevin struggled fiercely to prevent was happening.

But it was too no avail as their bodies slowly broke down and melded into Rory. Rory did nothing, just layed in the middle and let the two studs inevitably merge with him, their struggles just made the process that much pleasurable.

Slowly & surely, the mass began to shrink as they converged into him. Slowly & surely, their minds broke down and melded into Rory's own.

He could feel it. Their drive, their confidence, and so much more that was once theirs become his. And there was so many memories to sift through, but he took the time to devour it all.

30 minutes later, and Rory was back to normal save his new mental state. He was shirtless with a different set of pants, a result of their clothing merging as well. He did not look like he just absorbed two hunks into his physical body.

As he stood up the three men's DNA broke down into their base materials and fused into a new traditional double helix structure:

Rory wobbled back & forth a little as he felt that he was not done, like the bloat he felt was about to resolve itself.

Rory began to grunt & moan, the voices of the three men coming out chaotically.

There was a creak. His neck grew thicker as waves of muscle washed over them.

There was a series of pops. His pecs exploded into a size similar to what the hunks within him had, making them manly. His shoulders erupted with more muscle becoming like bowling balls.

There was more creaks & pops as his biceps pumped bigger becoming like mountains, his fore arms tripling in thickness. His hands pulsated bigger becoming meaty.

His spine elongated with new vertebrae, going from 5'5 to 6'2 in height.

The three voices began to harmonize.

His waist & stomach expanded outward going from an hour glass to an H shape. His obliques became more noticeable. His abs began to reshape & grow, becoming an eight pack of cinder blocks.

His butt ballooned three times their size & then tightened, becoming perky.

His rod grew, taking Kevin's girth & Jeremy's length. Their jewels surrounded his own and fused together into a massive pair.

Like his shoulders, his thighs erupted with more muscle becoming like tree trunks. His quads growing four times their size. The bones of his legs lengthened, putting him at 6'8. His feet grew in size to be able to handle his massive frame & height. His skin tightened all over making him more vascular.

His face began to morph. He had a combination of his & Jeremy's skull shapes. His eye brows were a combination of his & Kevin's. His eyes a mixture of all three. He kept his nose. His mouth & ears a mixture of all three as well.

He had dark blond hair now that sometimes looked brown depending on the season. His texture was a combination of his & Jeremy's. Kept his styling. His volume increased due to Kevin. With the testosterone levels of two hunks merged with his own, facial hair began to grow on is face.

Jeremy's and Kevin's voiced fully merged with Rory's own, giving him a rich & deep voice.

He took a deep breath, and took note of his surroundings. He went through their memories, went into Kevin's, now his, car, and drove to his new home.

Going into the private gym area, he took stock of his new figure:

"Oh yeah, now this is what I am talking about."

He flexed his body all over.

"Now this is power. I can see why you act like top dogs around us. Then again, I am both of you hunks at the same time, plus a little more."

He cruised their memories again.

"Don't get mad at me Kevin, blame Jeremy for being too generous with his rod. You were just a bonus meal. Wrong place, wrong time. Great results."

Then he remembered, the vacation the two were going to take. And take he did:

It was many years later and Rory was doing another fit check:

"Going to get a lot of mileage out of you two, though I wonder if you could hear me, being that your are me & no longer..you, haha. Guess I am talking to myself."

But they were down there, deep within his subconsciousness, forced to advise him, give everything they are to him.

All because Jeremy could not keep it in his pants or be more sly.

"Oh, stop looking down. Have more confidence in yourself. You can do this. He might be huge, but he isn't invincible."

Randy sighed:

He was going to attempt was nothing new.

Plenty of jocks have been successfully captured & assimilated, but who Randy was after was a physical juggernaut.

That juggernaut was Fernando:

Absorbing this beast would be an physical upgrade like no other for anyone.

Randy graduates from university with an dual degree in sports science & nutrition in a month. He wants to work for the big leagues. He is fit but his slim figure could be used as a mark against him. His body is his resume.

And bulking up is not a fast process. When done properly, it could take years, years that he would be held back from reaching his maximum potential. So he went for the biggest & baddest dude on campus.

Fernando was as rough & tumble as his size suggests, but he had a gentle side.

He loved nature, and so while he played on the football team, he was also earning his degree in Plant Science. He wanted a life surrounded by nature if he does not go pro. He had a year to go before he entered into the draft.

A gentle green giant.

He was relaxing in the campus park in a section heavy with greenery & little wild life when he heard some rustling. He looked over and saw that it was just a squirrel. Unlike most jocks on his campus, he was aware of the world of prowlers. He knew he was a potential target.

Who would not want to upgrade themselves using his hunky body as the basis?

He cocked his head up into the air & closed his eyes, confident that this was not the day he would have to fight for his right to exist as an individual.

His mistake.

There was more rustling, but he ignored it. Then he felt a presence overshadow him. He opened his eyes & quickly got up.

A figure moved right out of his sight, a phantom of the corner of his eye.

He turned around & scanned the bushes and saw nothing save the stray cats who nested there.

A sudden pressure went down on his shoulders & neck. He could see a pair of hands grip the upper part of his shirt that covered his manly pecs. Then the right side of his face felt the touch of skin of another person.

"What the, get off me!"

He moved back & forth and spun in circles to no avail. He felt their chest on his upper back, their legs on his butt.

Fernando was able to take one of his powerfully built arms & grab the head of his assailant. He yanked their head in one direction & moved his head in another.

But they were stuck together as he felt the pain of their skin ripping apart. He stopped.

Fernando began to grunt as he felt the muscles in his head reach out & grab the muscle fibers of the other. He could feel them mix, entangle & merge. As this happened he grunted.

Then there was a cracking noise. His skull was fusing with other as they made contact. He then felt it, the thoughts of the person, of Randy.

He wanted to protest, he wanted to talk to him, but the feeling somehow felt good, like he should give in & let himself be consumed. He could do nothing but squint his eyes, open his mouth, and moan.

Randy was able to better handle the sensations overcoming their fusing bodies. He commanded Fernando's body to arch backwards, putting Randy back on the ground.

Fernando then moved himself to be on his knees, as if he was waiting for someone to climb him.

To mount him.

Then using himself as the new focal point, Randy squeezed Fernando's chest tighter causing the chest area to phase through their clothing and meet Randy skin to skin. Almost instantly, the upper chest area began to flow and fuse into Randy's own. Afterwards, the rest of his body followed. His arms, stomach, butt & nether regions, then legs & feet.

Fernando was now within Randy physically. For a moment, save the head, Randy looked like his pre-fusion self.

A moment later & their clothes started to mix & merge.

Randy stumbled back a little, shocked that he was able to capture this mountain of a man.

His DNA was being overwritten & enhanced using Fernando's own, transforming into a new genetic structure:

There was a series of loud booming. cracking, glooping, popping & straining noises issuing from his body all over as his body morphed.

He was violently hulking out.

His spine pushed up as new vertebrae popped into existence, making him as tall as Fernando. He left pec exploded with new muscle, his right arm & hands was flooded with new waves of muscle fibers. His butt balloon outwards, and his thighs grew into tree trunks, his quads like softballs.

He could do nothing but yelp as Fernando violently gave him everything he was. It was like Fernando was slipping in and using him like a skin suit.

His right pec, left arm & hands followed soon with their own explosive growths. His feet grew to be able to handle his bigger and taller frame.

His waist expanded outwards and he felt his abdominal muscles grow and expand outward becoming cinder blocks. He felt his obliques grow thicker.

As his neck expanded, his rod pulsated four times and each time became longer and thicker. His jewels merged with Fernando's own becoming bigger.

He gained a bigger version of his skull. He kept his eyebrows. His eyes became a mix of his own & Fernando's. He had Fernando's nose. A mixture of the mouth & ears.

As his enhanced testosterone levels flooded his body, facial hair started to grow.

His hair stayed the same in all aspects & he kept his skin tone. His skin tightened all over making him more vascular.

He took a deep breath and as he opened his eyes, Fernando's mental traits & abilities merged with his own.

Along with his knowledge.

He looked down at himself and all over and was excited. He was an hunk like Fernando, and just his luck, Fernando's studies complimented his own.

He walked back to his dorm room.

It was years later:

And Randy was an owner of an elite sports clinic.

Everyone in the area wanted to use his services. He had contracts with players from all kinds of professional sports leagues from all over.

Randy was what they call a Triangulator. He did not just absorb someone because they wanted a six pack or huge biceps or to social climb, but to enhance something like an skill to the next level. His dual studies with Fernando's own studies gave him a high level of academic knowledge. Fernando's big body & own sports career gave him context on how to apply his work in an practical manner as well as the visual resume he needed to lock in clients.

Some people are dangerous even after they are put behind bars. Those who testified against themare at risk of fatal retaliation.

The answer to this was the Witness Protection Program. Take those at risk and whisk them away somewhere else and/or get them a new identity.

But it is not fool proof. Short of facial & vocal surgery, they can be found.

Thus a new method was created: hiding via fusion.

Westley:

Is slated for the program.

Testifying against a mob boss, there has been a bounty on his head. Despite the best efforts of the program to protect him, he has been located many times.

Ian:

A fusion agent.

He has many beings merged within him, all deciding to stay a part of him. His continued survival & growing strength means their survival as well.

*beep, beep*

He gets a message.

His next case is Westley with all of his details.

He calls his commanding officer.

"Does he know what is at risk if he accepts. No one who has paired up with me has left me. He risks losing who he is as an indivual person."

He felt them stirring within him, the idea of adding a new person to their, no his, existence excites them.

"He knows and accepts the risk. He wants to live at all costs, even as part of someone else. And he wants it as fast as possible. He was found less than a week the last time, he says he saw some shifty figures roaming around his apartment area last night."

Ian was already out the door.

"On my way."

Within an hour, Ian was at Westley's front door & knocked hard.

No answer.

He had a master key & went in and was assailed by a broom.

"I am from Protective Services and a broom is an bad weapon."

He locked the door behind him and grabbed some chairs to bar the entrance.

As he covered the windows...

"Wait, you are here to help me? Good."

He scanned Ian up & down.

"Like what you see? You are going to have to like it being inside it real quick."

"Actually, I am kind of to yo-it."

Ian turned off the lights, turned Westley around, and pushed Westley against the wall. He was quickly up against Westley himself with his nether regions up against Westley's butt first.

Westley grunted.

"That was sudden, are we doing this now. Can't we get dinner first?"

"After we merge. You can be as horny as you like after you are under my protection. Say hello to the others."

Ian began thrusting his hips against Westley. Then he began caressing him all over. Westley turned his head and they began making out.

The caressing was not a pleasure seeking tool, so much as it let him quickly size up the body shape & composition of his target. The kissing was a way to get a quick DNA sample to begin synthesis of their genetic structures into one.

The thrusting was for pure pleasure tho.

Straining noises and tears could be heard as their clothes began to mix & merge.

Ian's body began to wrap around Westley's like a meat suit.

Within a few minutes, Westley was completely surrounded within Ian.

The bloated Ian stumbled & began taking deep breathes.

He spoke with his & Westley's voice at the same time:

"Oh this is going to be a doozy. Forget assimilation, I think Westley is a perfect match for me. Crap, I am about to take on a new identity. I am sorry Westley, I am the final stop."

He took out his cell phone, typed a code and hit send. He threw the phone.

Code Rebirth. For when an agent is about to become a new person while doing their duties.

The phone landed perfectly to be facing him & created a live stream to head quarters documenting the event.

Ian's DNA merged with Westley's own to create a new traditional structure:

Ian began to squeeze with Westley inside. Westley felt his skin give way & disappear.

He moaned as his felt his muscle fibers wrap around & merge with Ian's own. As their bones broke down and reformed into ones. He could hear Ian's thoughts, and the thoughts of others.

All of those minds, now being made to truly merge into one mind, one person with Ian & Westley at the center before joining up as well. They were now him.

As Ian shrunk, as his physical being became entwined with Westley's, his physical features began to change.

A rounder version of Ian's skull shape. Ian's eye brows. A mixture of Ian's & Westley's eyes, nose, and mouth. Westley's ears.

He had Ian's hair styling, color, & volume. A mixture of his two fusee's hair texture.

He had Ian's neck. Ian's pecs & shoulders. Westley's biceps & hands. He had a blocky version of Westley's abs & a deeper version Westley's obliques. His butt size was a mixture of the two, his rod long & girthy. His sack & jewels three times the size of Ian's. He had Ian's big thighs & large calves. Westley's feet was his. He had a bronzer version of Ian's skin tone.

Then he felt it. Further muscle growth began occur all over. Bigger biceps, bigger abs, a bigger butt, etc. All thanks to their compatibility.

Then it was over

He let out a deep sigh & quickly fluttered his eyes as he took stock of his new being, his new mind, his new self.

After re-balancing himself & getting a hold of his faculties, he grabbed the phone.

"Code Rebirth done. Registering new identity."

From the phone: "Noted, recorded & logged. New name?"

"Colton. Agent Colton."

"Noted."

"Also, I have a Code Waterfall."

"Noted."

After a few button presses, he turned the phone recording system & live feed off and went to get some fresh air. From Westley's memories, he knew they were near.

He unblocked the door and set the apartment straight. He then sat down on the entrance stairs & relaxed, unbuttoning his shirt to let the breeze touch more of his body.

Two gentlemen came up to him.

"Do you know anybody by the name of Westley who lives here?"

"No such person has ever been here."

"Stop lying, we have photos of him walking into the place yesterday."

He pulled out a gun.

Colton gave him a stern look:

The assailant was nervous as he expected him to grovel.

"You can go inside & check if you like. The door is unlocked."

The assailant put the gun away and with his partner, went inside.

For the next 30 minutes, they turned the apartment upside down. The Westley part of him was angry, but the Ian part of him calmed him down. He was rich and could replace any stolen or broken items.

They came out stressed as their quarry was mysteriously gone.

"Sorry for wasting your time, sir. Thank you for your cooperation."

They quickly left.

Colton stayed on the stair entrance for an hour, studying the environment around him as he wanted to get a better handle on his senses. That it threw off the scent was a bonus.

Colton got up & left, leaving behind Westley's destroyed home. An hour later he arrived at headquarters. There he re-registered his identity officially, went through body scans, and ect.

Then he went into the room for Code Waterfall.

Sometimes a merger creates a lot of pent up.....energy. And sometimes a agent is just brimming with potential that the next generation could use.

There was a large metallic sphere in the room:

He walked up to it and unzipped his pants. A hole opened up and he put his rod into it. It clamped down, feeling like rubber.

It began to whirl and rubber got wet. Firm, but wet.

He grunted & moaned as the rubber massaged his rod. After 5 minutes, he let out a final grunt & his seed spilled into the sphere. It took 10 minutes as his jewels went into overdrive and kept producing until they too were dry.

"Sample collected. Thank you for your contribution. Humanity with will be stronger with you as an ancestor."

He left.

In the old days, he would of have to mate with someone and get them pregnant. Now a days, it is collected by the machine for distribution to sperm banks & special programs.

"I need a vacation."

And oh did he take one:

"Finally, after many years of trials & tribulations, I have succeeded!"

The scientist looked at his work. It was a large vial of clear green goop.:

"It just needs testing, real world proof that it works on more than just rats."

He looks over at the end of his lab to a giant rat gnawing at the cage bars.

He takes the vial and rolls it outside. Within an instant, secret cameras shift their vigil to watching the vial move through an dark alley:

The scientist watches the feed. He knew it was about time for someone to show up.

That someone was Yusef:

He was clocking out at work & went out the back entrance into the alley. It was a normal night like any other, then....

*CRACK*

He looked down and saw that he had stepped on & broke open an glass container full of glowing green goop.

"Darn it, I just got these shoes yesterday!"

He moved to get the glass out of his shoes, and then the goop. But the goop only spread to his fingers on his right hand.

It started to move.

Scientist: "Activates only when in touch of biological matter."

Within moments his entire right arm & shoulders were engulfed in the sticky substance. Part of him wanted to panic, but it felt kind of good. Cool to the touch but warmed up as if he was in a pool or the beach.

There was no pain, so he let it continue. Within a few moments, most of his body save his neck, head, and left arm & hands were covered in goop.

Then it happened.

To Yusef's horror, he he could see the parts of his body covered in goop began ton break down & dissolve. He panicked and tried again to get the goop off him.

Scientist: "Does not wait for target organism to be completely engulfed before moving on to phase 2."

Back & forth parts of the goop was tore off, only for the rest of it to cover the uncovered parts again and the tore off goop moved to rejoin the mass.

Yusef ultimately lost and everything below his neck was covered & being broken down. The goop moved up his neck & covered his face completely. As this happened he let out one final scream.

He went completely limp. The goop bubbled and creaked as it broke the rest of him down, leaving only his clothing intact.

Scientist: "Plant fibers & derivatives are immune to phase two. This includes rubbers & synthetic leathers based on shoe survival."

The goop collapsed into a nearly flat pool & waited.

"Snap*

"Looking good."

Preston sent the photo to his friends. He was getting ready for a strip poker when he heard a loud scream. He put on some sandals and then went out the back alley to see if anyone was hurt or being in the process of such.

There was nothing.

He scanned the area again and saw a strange green glint a little ways off and walked towards it. When he was there, he saw a puddle, maybe four times the size of his head just sitting there on the ground.

There is nothing unusual about puddles here as the rain tends to collect in the alleys of the city, but the color & light it gave off was unusual.

Against his judgement he touched the puddle. It gave way like jello, and then stuck to his fingers before letting go.

"Jello that went bad?"

Then he saw it, a familiar face showing through like a tv screen but a little see-through. It was Yusuf, the store clerk.

He had a stern look to his face like he was looking at a profile picture on some company employee directory, and then his face just faded. Ripples issued through the puddle and then tentacles issued forth and latched on to Preston.

Scientist: "Delayed response after first biological human touch after target has been broken down. Perhaps testing DNA first for compatibility to target."

Within a minute, his middle section was completely covered in the goop. More tentacle issued from this area and began to wrap randomly around the rest of his body, expanding once they landed.

Preston struggled to no avail.

Eventually he was completely covered.

Within a minute, it squeezed and then entered into his skin's pores, entering him from all over.

Preston let out a scream as this happened, and then it was over.

The goop was gone. Preston frantically checked his whole body over for any signs, and saw nothing.

"Was I hallucinating?"

Scientist: "Begins phase 3 by entering host body to prevent being rejected."

Internally, the goop was swimming throughout his body, transfusing him with Yusef's DNA, creating a enhanced version of his genetic instructions:

Preston began to turn around when he keeled over.

"Did I eat something bad?"

The feeling went away, replaced by a feeling of fullness all over like he was bloated.

BOOM.

His shoulders, arms, and hands exploded with new muscle. Round shoulders, biceps like mountains. His hands doubling in size.

POP.

His neck thickened, his pecs ballooned out.

Stretching noises could be heard as his spine lengthened, his waist expanded. His obliques & abdominal muscles grew bigger.

Like a balloon being filled with water, his butt got bigger, and then tightened, making them nice & perky.

His sack doubled in size to be able to hold his jewels that were now triple in size. His rod grew three times longer, two times girthier.

Straining noises could be heard as his thigh swelled up in size.

More pops issues as his quads & feet erupted with new muscle.

His skull expanded outward becoming rounder. He kept his eye brows & eyes. He had Yusef's nose & mouth. A combination of their ears.

He kept his hair texture & styling. His hair volume increased, and his hair got a little darker.

As this happened he grunted:

Scientist: "Host has gone through significant physical changes including increased muscle mass & a taller skeletal frame. Shows some traits from target organism. Must look into speed of transformation & where they start and end. Inconclusive if target was distressed during transformation or if they felt positive.

Preston was in a daze, he wondered back to his home and fell asleep on his bed. As he slept, Yusef's mental traits & memories began to meld with his own.

While he was stumbling home, another part of the goop followed him in. When he was deep asleep, the goop sat next to him and transformed into a version of Yusef's clothes.

Preston awoke and felt refreshed. Some how he forget that night's events as he carried on as if he was always like this.

He put on the clothing & shoes next to him and went about his day.

The scientist sent a small drone to follow him.

"Ready for another day of testing yourself out?"

Preston looked at his friend with a smile:

"Definitely. Let's go."

He changed his clothing & shoes and began going through a series of tests:

Scientist: "Enhanced target has desire to test enhanced body. Tests show better physical fitness. Test subject seems unaware of the nature of his current existence. Test Subject 01: Successful Result. More testing to be done."

He put in more commands, and set the probes to return with the exception of one for long term observation.

To Preston, he was no wiser. He was always like this. Yusef never existed as an individual now sundered into Preston's subconsciousness.

An aspect of his psyche.

But for now:

"You had your fun, about time for you to find a career."

It was eventually coming, Career Day. Nikolai could not party forever, well he could with the right career choice.

"Have you at least decided on what field you wanted to go into?"

"Medicine. Thinking doctor."

"Oh, been a while since we had a doctor in the family. The selection should be ready by tomorrow morning."

Nikolai was a part of the Jones family. A line of people who got respectable careers or become rich enough for that to not matter. There were many eyes on Nikolai.

There were many whispers.

He did not go to college, did not start a business, or work up the ladder of any known company.

A party boy.

But the truth is that all the Jones in their youth were party types.

There was a secret to their success. A secret he was about to participate in.

Until then, time to enjoy one final night:

It was morning and Nikolai was groggy from last night's party when a beep sounded from his tablet.

A large red J was in the center of the screen:

J for Jones. It was truly time.

He pressed the screen.

"Welcome to the Jones Family Merging Program. Please stand by."

A green laser light pulsated out and scanned his face.

"Identity confirmed, welcome Nikolai Jones. Pulling up candidate list."

A profile showed up. A picture to the top left, and the rest of their personal information displayed everywhere else. It showcased doctors.

Nikolai swiped through many profiles. Many his similar age, early 30's. All of them soon to be or just became full blown doctors.

He knew the reason why, why the system did not give him experienced doctors at the height of their careers.

Their mental fortitude.

They have had to seen the best & worst cases, and had to develop a strong mind to get through it all. Combined with sometimes random hours if they worked in a hospital, they made the worst candidates. He would be nothing more than fuel to make an wizened old man young again.

But with fresh doctors, their minds are sort of fragmented from learning to deal with the downs of the medical field, the residency hours, the testing. A new doctor allowed you to skip all that & go right into the field. Combined with his family wealth, student loans are wiped out in an instant.

He kept swiping until his found one.

Aiden:

Been fully certified & with his own practice for only a month.

He was handsome & fit as well. That was important to him, merging his existence with someone he was attracted to. Someone with the ability to balance it all.

He doubled tapped his profile and got ready for the day.

With the power of the Jones family, getting a day of appointment was not that hard.

He just had to get there by noon.

After eating breakfast & some relaxation, he set out for the day.

After checking in & doing new patient paperwork, he was soon let in the office.

The young doctor let himself in with a knock after his nurses got vital signs.

"Hello, I am-"

"Aiden."

"Ha, most refer to me by my last name, but Aiden is fine if it makes you comfortable."

Nikolai got up out of his seat & started walking around the doctor, inspecting his body.

"Are you okay?"

"I am fine, just something I do with all my medical professionals. Medical school & residency must have been hard."

"Oh, it had its ups & downs."

"Enough ups to keep yourself in shape. And top of your class too. A total package."

Aiden was nervous. He was the head of the office, the owner, & yet he felt like he was in an job interview with him as the job applicant.

"Say, have you had lunch yet?"

"What?"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I will after I am done with you."

"How about we go grab something now. My treat. I know this is awkward, but I like to be friends with the people responsible for my bodily health. Just this one time."

Aiden studied him for a bit.

The new patient, Mr. Jones, was cut to him so he relented.

"Fine. I know a place we can go."

Nikolai smiled.

Within five minutes they were in a park near an restaurant that he liked.

From Aiden's perspective, he was having a lunch date with a cute dude. From Nikolai's perspective, he was about to assume his career.

"I must say Aiden, I like everything I have seen. I think we will have a bright future together."

Aiden lifted an eyebrow.

"We haven't been in each other's company for an hour and you already have confidence in me. What do you-"

Nikolai tripped over and rolled into some woods.

On purpose.

No need to do the deed in front of others.

Aiden was shocked for a second and then ran over to his date or patient or whatever he was going to be to him.

He rolled Nikolai over who had a big smile on his face. With a quick movement of his legs, he caused Aiden to fall over on top of him.

Both men grunted.

Aiden looked down, now face to face with Nikolai, and went for it.

The tension was too much for him to do nothing, so now he was making out with him.

While they were making out, Nikolai was feeling Aiden's body all over. Caressing & squeezing various parts of his body. To Aiden, Nikolai was doing foreplay, showing desire to be skin to skin all over. To Nikolai, he was doing an final inspection.

He broke off his kiss once he settled one hand on Aiden's butt, and one near his upper back.

"You are everything I need. Fit. handsome, smart, and the career I desire. Can't wait to make you mine."

Nikolai phased through their clothing. Skin to skin. He wanted to moan feeling the muscular body & skin of the hot doctor he was going to assimilate.

Aiden was confused.

There was a creak. Aiden could feel is arms sink into Nikolai's back. Could feel his legs push down hard and began mixing with Nikolai's own legs. He could feel Nikolai's body like it was his own.

"What is this? What's happening," he screamed.

The rustling of the leaves from the summer breeze masked his voice, and it did not help that they went down a less traveled path.

No help would arrive.

"I told you, Aiden, I am making me you mine."

He squeezed a little tighter.

"Your body."

More squeezing.

"Your mind."

Even more squeezing.

"Your identity & career shall be forever melded to me."

Aiden started to moan, the pleasure was getting too much. Had their rods not be in the middle of fusing, he would have let out a volley of his seed.

Soon their chests and stomachs were mixing as well.

Aiden tried fighting back, and it made their conjoined mass squirm & him grunt, but all it did was turn Nikolai on.

He took one hand and pushed Aiden's head down, forcing them to kiss. Starting with their lips, their faces & skulls began to merge as Nikolai's skin reached up & met Aiden's own, forcing him down where the hand could not. Forcing their skulls to meet caused his skull & brain to flow down & settle into Nikolai.

Nikolai could feel his memories & his knowledge flow into him.

He knew he had won, so he splayed his arms wide out as he took in Aiden's body.

As Aiden sunk into his captor, Nikolai began to shift and change. He began to morph.

Their DNA mixed & merged into a new traditional double helix structure:

With a creak, he felt his feet & hands get bigger. He felt his spine get longer as new vertebrae came into formation.

His quads doubled in size, his biceps growing large as his own grabbed Aiden's and forced them to merge with his own muscle fibers.

While this was happening, despite having his mind being actively drained, he continued to fight against the process no matter how good it felt to become one with the guy under him. He was putting out sounds that indicated that he would fight to the bitter end:

But Nikolai did not care, he knew the end result was his victory. If Aiden wanted to squirm, swim against the tide to the last second, go ahead.

His shoulders popped with new muscle becoming larger, rounder. His thighs expanded rapidly as they took in Aiden's mass.

His butt ballooned bigger and pushed harder against the ground, lifting him & Aiden a little higher off the ground. Nikolai had girth and thanks to Aiden, his rod had length too. He could feel Aiden's massive jewels hug his own & forcibly merge with his pair.

He felt his waist expand, becoming more of a cross between an H & an hourglass. Aiden's abdominal muscles pushed against Nikolai's hard and merged with them too. His obliques became more pronounced.

With a gloop, their pecs merged to form large perky ones. Their necks mixing into something in between.

Aiden let out a final sigh and his skull was completely subsumed by Nikolai's.

He had Aiden's skull shape, nose, and ears. Kept his eye brows & eyes. A mixture of their mouths.

He kept his hair color. Had Aiden's styling & volume. His texture was a cross between the two. With the addition of Aiden's testosterone levels, he had some facial hair as well.

While this was happening, their clothing merged as well.

He had a green version of Aiden's attire.

He quickly got up, put on some sunglasses, and started brushing off his uniform while checking himself out:

"Feels a little tight, but it feels good."

He turned around & pulled down his pants a little. His rod & sack came out erect and wasted no time in pushing out volleys of his seed.

But it was not seed. It was the last of Aiden's defiance. And with that, the rest of Aiden's mind, skills, and knowledge became his.

He was Aiden, or more like Aiden was him, a part of him. The part responsible for holding his medical skills & knowledge.

He started flexing a little.

"Not bad, this body feels great. Good job maintaining it for me. I got it from here."

He got a text. A patient was waiting for him.

He was still Nikolai Jones, but he would now be known as Dr. Jones.

"Had a good lunch sir?"

"Oh yeah, had a protein heavy meal."

"Push, push, PUSH," Xandros screamed.

To the regulars here, his work out ethic is the norm. He wants to be the biggest, the strongest.

The every thing.

He looks at himself in the mirror:

"I need to push myself harder!"

He would stay for longer, do more reps, push his body to the limit. At first, this inspired other gym goers to work harder themselves, but eventually it began to worry them.

The human body can only take so much, and you can overwork your body exercising. From ligament tears to fluid build up, it is not pretty.

There is also the matter of diminishing returns, how far one should go or stop is an individual matter.

"I think we have a code java," said the gym manager.

He shot out a series of texts.

He approached Xandros.

"Is everything ok? You have been pushing yourself really hard lately."

"Oh yeah, I am fine. It's just that this body can't get strong enough, big enough, cut enough for my liking."

Body Dysmorphia.

*beep*

He looked down at his phone. They were ready.

"Hey, Xandros, I got something that will help. Come with me."

They went into a secret locker room that was empty, except for one person.

"This here is Winston. Winston this is Xandros. You now what to do."

Winston:

A fellow gym goer who likes to travel & vacation a lot.

He signed up for The Java Protocols to help another gym goer if it ever got to that level.

Winston walked up to Xandros & grabbed him by the arm & then pinned him up against a locker.

Xandros grunted.

"I must say, you are quite strong. I can't wait to learn your secrets."

Xandros was clearly far gone. No fight back, no protesting. Just admiring the strength of the man who just man handled him.

"The secret is simple."

Winston pushed his middle section against Xandros's butt. He lined his legs against Xandros's own, put his chest against Xandros's back.

He whispered in his ear: "Just relax. Just live a little."

Winston phased through his & Xandros's clothing and started melting into Xandros's own body.

Xandros started to moan, then he took a few steps back. Whatever Winston was doing to him felt so good but so unusual. He slowly flailed about with his arms before they were caught by Winston's own & began merging, for he had no knowledge of how to deal with the pleasures flooding his body.

"What are you doing to me," Xandros said in a soft manner.

"I am helping you relax, helping you change your perspective on a few things."

Winston pushed his face against the back of Xandros's skull causing their heads to mix & merge.

Xandros eyes shot wide open. He could no longer make telligible words as he felt his mind & personality mix with Winston's.

Winston did not desire to dominate, so the two minds melded into a new persona, one that held the balance of the two within.

Their DNA lined up & merged into a new code:

Xandros & Winston were gone as individuals, they were now him.

As Winston's body continue to coverage with Xandros' s body, their joint mass began to shift.

Xandros's neck. Winston's pecs & shoulders. Xandros's arms & legs. Winston's hands & feet. A mixture of their abs & obliques. A large sack & jewels. A long & girthy rod. A nice perky butt.

He had Winston's skull shape. Xandros's eyebrows. Winston's eyes. Xandros's ears. Winston's nose. A mixture of their mouths.

His hair color, styling, and texture were from Xandros. His volume changed thanks to Winston.

He kept Xandros's skin tone.

With a final exhale it was done. They were gone & he was here.

He took a quick scan of his body & started changing attire.

"Not working out today....what is your name?"

"Nah, going to go get some coffee & relax for a bit. My name is Reid by the way."

And he did get that coffee:

As Reid, they learned to balance out play & hard work.

He worked out when needed:

And had fun when he wanted to:

Remember to not push yourself too hard out there.

rowdy317 asked:

How many nerds or twinks fused together does it take to make a muscular bear?

"What up," said one of the young men.

The five of them showed up to what they thought was an camping trip.

He looked at the clipboard & then up at them:

"Five this time? Might be enough."

"Enough to get this party started?"

"Sure, you are going to have some great fun today. So much fun, that you will never forget it."

Another guy whistled.

"Here is the map to your camp site."

"Not going to lead us there," said another.

"Other groups are on their way & I need to meet them here. You are the first to arrive, so you get first dibs on everything."

"Sweet," said another.

They left & went into the woods.

He sighed.

"The middle guy had a little something on him, but are they enough?"

They were an hour into the trek.

"How much further until we are there, man."

"A couple minutes more."

They looked out and paid attention for any signs of an camp:

"Yeah, I think we just signed up to be part of a horror film. Let's turn around before one us ends up in a casket."

There was a loud noise like someone snapping their fingers.

The surrounding forest began to let loose massive amounts of pollen:

The five men were covered completely.

"Pft, what is this stuff?!"

"It's all in my mouth too."

"Help me dust it off my body."

As soon as one man put his hand on the other's body, it became stuck.

"What the heck? This stuff is like glue. Give me a hand everybody!"

They all tried to pull him off their other friend, but to no avail. But quickly, they found themselves stuck to each other.

As they squirmed and looked for new ways to separate, their bodies became more & more stuck, and then it happened.

They began to sink into each other.

The grunts turned into moans as their bodies began merging into one. Creaks & gloops could be heard as their bodies contorted and mix around each other until they were one giant bloated mass.

Mentally, they were broken down & remixed into three new personas. The mass split into three & reformed back into human shapes. As this happened, the new beings moaned as they came into being.

Then it stopped.

The five twinks had merged & split into three wolves, that half way point between otters & bears.

"Are you guys ok?"

"I am fine."

"Me too, just a little dizzy."

They turned around & left, soon being back at their cars.

"As I figured, only half way there. Time to for step two," he whispered.

"The forest is having a large pollen event, we are going to move camp much higher & near the ocean."

"Sweet."

And so they left.

"This will be your new abode. Enjoy."

It was a nice little villa, a couple of miles from the beach.

"A coastal town? So much for getting away from civilization for a bit."

"Hey get up here, let's do a group photo!"

They climbed to the rooftop & took a photo:

They got off the roof & got back into the room.

"Do you notice how there is only one bed? Like do they expect three guys to sleep in it all at once?"

"You can sleep on the couch."

"Hey!"

"I agree, you roll around in your sleep too much."

One of them set down, and the bed sheets began to move.

"Bro, get up!"

The sheets had quickly covered him. He was squirming inside to no avail. His friends tried to pull of the sheets off of him, but they too found themselves getting covered up by the sheets. Before long, they were trapped in an cocoon of linen with them as the core.

As they squirmed, they began to moan as they found their skin hyper sensitive to each other. The increased movement from the pleasure caused them to work up a sweat, turning the inside into an sauna.

The check in guy from the forest walked in.

"Sorry about this, but the order was for a bear, and you guys are headed for body builder Ken doll."

Next to the bed was a plate the held a honeycomb full of the freshest honey you could buy or forage.

He took out a honey dipper & pressed it against the honey comb & pulled it up.

It oozed with golden thickness:

He then took the dipper and placed it over the squirming cocoon, and drops of honey dropped onto them.

There was a sudden yelp & the three men stopped squirming.

They lined up on top of each other and began to melt & merge into one.

"Good, that should do the trick."

He left the area after checking the wardrobe.

Their DNA broke apart & refused several times until they formed a new traditional double helix structure:

Their minds also went through many cycles of breakdown & re-fusion, not finishing until his physical body was done forming.

The cocoon stretched out, anticipating his taller frame.

First, it was his skeletal frame. He would be tall. There was a cracking noise as the bones began to thicken, and thicken, and thicken. A big boned man.

Then his muscle fibers began to line up & the sheets tighten. As they pulled tighter, you could see his pecs forming. His shoulders push into view. His butt balloon.

Then his arms & legs started to form. It was like someone gave him tree logs for limbs as they refused to get smaller to the sheets demands. His feet and hands formed as well.

Then there was a his waist. And H shape. Using five twinks to form his body gave him round cinder blocks for abs. His rod became huge, his jewels massive.

Then his neck came into view, and his face followed.

A long skull that rounded out like a white radish. A big forehead, thin eyebrows that threatened to go bushy. Big eyes, nose & mouth. Medium sized ears.

Testosterone began to fill his body and he began to grow even bigger. An interplay of fat & muscle began to occur as his massive frame got bigger. More muscle. More everything.

Then hair began to grow all over. A bushy nether region that hosted its own forest. Hair on his forearms, stomach, pecs. Then the facial hair came in.

Nearly 100% coverage on his lower face.

He would have brown hair that sometimes looked black. A low cut that made him look like he had a smooth layer of carpet on his head. A texture that would allow him to go from straight to curly & back depending on his needs.

The bed sheets could not contain him. Its started with his feet as his toes tore through. More tears formed as he flexed his arms & legs, causing the material to shudder & give in to his power. With a neck rotation, his head tore through, seeing light & breathing in fresh air for the first time.

And then with a final grunt he tore out of the cocoon.

He was here, and he was free.

He saw the remaining honey & gobbled it up, ensuring that the five twinks represented in the three wolves would stay forever merged as him.

The guy with the checkerboard walked back in.

"I see that the transition worked?"

"It worked perfectly. Those five twinks didn't know what was in store for them."

He flexed his muscles.

He grabbed the guy who facilitated his merged & bedded him as he needed to balance out the libido of five men.

The room was in shambles.

*Cough, cough*, "As much as I needed that good....well you know, I need to get the room back in order. You are still a guest. Head out to the beach while I tidy up."

He changed into some orange beach shorts.

"Name?"

The five men that made up his being were irreverent now, as were their names. He needed a new one.

"Emmett."

He stopped at the front door and turned his head.

"Excellent customer service. I expect you for dinner as well."

He left and the the facilitator blushed.

The hulking man was gone.

"He doesn't know does he? That I am a... which means that I am now....."

He blushed.

"Going to need to take a year off."

And so Emmett, relaxed a bit, letting someone take his photo:

He just realized.

He has no job. Now he is going to have to fill out job applications and try to go to college.

"Another day with my partner & friend, can't wait to do some more training with him."

He goes about his day and gets ready.

He looks out:

"Where is he?"

Another dude walks in for training.

"Hey, have you seen Baptiste?"

He had a puzzled look on his face.

"Didn't you hear, he left. He resigned from the clan."

"He what?!"

"Couldn't hack it anymore, probably got tired of being treated like trash by Josh, and for our leaders & elders turning an blind eye. He is now an civilian, but I heard he is joining another clan."

Kennedy ran out of the building in less an second, his speed being something he trained for years to gain & develop.

They were part of an hunter clan. Trained from youth until adulthood to fight monsters.

Baptiste & Kennedy grew up together like peas in a pod, but when more than one person is in an area, harmony is not guaranteed.

While Kennedy was treated well by his peers, the same could not be said for Baptiste.

Bullied, ostracized, etc., he endured it all.

Until he could not.

It had been an year after reaching adulthood. Baptiste had hoped that things would change. He had one of the highest success rates among his cohorts. He thought that proving his skills would bring him success.

But it did not. It only made others jealous of him, and in that jealously they lashed out even more.

He tried going to leadership, but they cautioned patience. The fact that some of their kids & grand kids were in his group may have buttered their sense of responsibility as well.

He had enough. He turned in his weapons, burned his identification, and renounced his clan.

The Ritual of Severance.

Kennedy checked social media for signs of where he could be.

A recent photo came up:

He recognized the area around him. He sped up faster, looking like a bolt of lightning to the common person.

He got to the area and saw that Baptiste was still there, looking down at the water below.

"Baptiste, why are you leaving?!"

Baptiste turned his head towards Kennedy.

"You know why. I am not working & living with those arse-nutters."

"Oh come on, you can take it. You have taken it. What about me? You are just going to leave me hanging?"

"Everything isn't about you Kennedy, besides, you have just as much synergy with Kyla & John. You'll be fine."

Baptiste began to leave.

"But it won't be with you."

He was gone.

Baptiste was not truly done with the hunter world, he was just done with his old clan.

Following instructions, he came to a cave entrance that held another clan:

Before he entered, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"You followed me all the way here."

"I am the fastest."

"They will be fine with me coming in here, given my unaffiliated status, but they will not be welcoming to you. Go home."

"Not without you."

As if my que, Baptiste felt his feet sink into the earth.

"You set a trap for me."

"Being fast means I arrive first and have enough time for countermeasures."

Baptiste moved his hips & upper body for a ground punch, with his strength, he could break the ground underneath him, but something stopped him.

Thin wires.

"Oh you really came prepared. Hope you got enough traps for the clan right inside that cave."

Kennedy approached him silently.

"Not speaking? Hear this, I am done with them. For good. I am only going back in a body bag."

Kennedy stood before him.

"I know."

He pressed his body up against Baptiste, leaving room for their upper bodies. He pulled out a blue vial.

"I am sorry, but you leave me no choice. If you are dead set on this idea, then I am also on this road with you."

He poured the contents of the vial over himself & Baptiste.

He realized what Kennedy was doing.

"YOU DUM-"

Kennedy kissed him and did not let go.

The wires went slack, and his arms went free, but it was too late to escape.

The skulls of both warriors, comrades in arms, were in the midst of merging into one. Soon their chests, stomachs, and nether regions followed suit.

Their arms lined up, and with a creak started fusing, followed by their shirts.

Both men began to moan as their two existences became one.

With more creaks, their legs & feet started mixing as well, followed by their pants & shoes.

As their bodies broke down & converged into one, their DNA merged into a quadruple structure:

Their minds broke down and reformed into one, into a new persona. At the same time, his facial features started to come in.

A mixture of their skull shapes. Baptiste's eyebrows. Kennedy's eyes. Baptiste's ears. Kennedy's nose. A mixture of their mouths.

He would have Baptiste's neck. Kennedy's shoulders & arms. Baptiste's hands. A mixture of their abdominals & obliques. Baptiste's butt. Kennedy's legs & feet. His rod & jewels would be a cross of the two.

His hair texture & volume would be Kennedy's. A mixture of their stylings. Crossing Kennedy's blond with Baptiste's black gave him a brown hair coloring.

His skin tone would be a mixture of the two.

He took a deep breath and their clothing had finished merging as well.

As he opened his eyes, he could feel their knowledge & memories flood him along with new ones. He was wrestling at first with what he wanted as Baptiste wanted to leave, and Kennedy wanted him to stay, but he recognized that Kennedy just wanted to be by his side.

So end the end, he choose to stay gone from his old clan, and now that Baptiste & Kennedy were one, were him, Kennedy would get his wish no matter where he went.

So he walked into the cave & joined a different clan.

"I got to say, these training facilities are much better: "

"You bet they are. With your talents, and our resources, you could go very far. Your name?"

Javier, his soon to be new best friend & partner in hunting monsters.

"Vicente."

"Welcome to the clan, Vicente."

Years passed by:

And Vicente flourished in his new clan.

He wondered sometimes if his old clan missed him, or at least the beings that were used to make him.

But he knew, regardless of the void he left behind to find better conditions, that they, no he needed to do this.

Sometimes you do have to put yourself before the group, sometimes you gotta leave, and spread your wings somewhere else.

c-tilla asked:

Heyy i ve got an idea inspired by dragon ball villain cell

A very talented nerd college student makes himself a cell like tail that he keeps retracted on his back, he uses it to first fully absorb a Jock (by opening his tail and devouring him) and then he uses the new strength to go to his crush (also a jock), restrain him and use his tail to stab him and drain him of his muscles, he then makes his now scrawny crush into his twink submissive boyfriend

Goku, the bane of Dr. Gero's existence.

A monkey tailed child was all it took to destroy the organization he helped build as its lead scientist; The Red Ribbon Army.

A name that once inspired fear, a group that was close to world domination.

Gone. Scattered to the wind. Lucky to be mentioned in the history books.

But Goku was not a thorough person, and the world government is staffed with idiots.

The armed forces might be gone, but the brains behind the operation is still here, and his labs too.

Dr. Gero wanted to bring the group back into fruition, give it another go, but with a being like Goku out there, that was a pipe dream. Goku did irreparable damage as a kid, what kind of horrors could he visit as a teenager, an adult?

And what if that monster had kids?

He looked through his files and found an abandoned project.

Project Cookie Dough.

It was to create a series of strong robots with human reasoning who were loyal to the RRA.

The Androids.

The project was considered a waste of time, so he handed off the project to Dr. Flappe.

The first 7 were absolute duds. They worked, but were weaker than a sergeant. And #8, oh boy, his turning on the RRA got the project fully shut down.

Why build the very beings who would destroy you?

But perhaps fully under Gero's watch., the project could bear mechanical fruit.

9 through 15 showed promise. They had power greater than what Goku showed at his World Tournament win, but they had critically flaws: Achilles heel, personality overflows in their programming matrix that made them almost go nuclear, ect.

I put them to sleep, maybe they could be fixed later.

Or repurposed.

With #16, I placed a gentle nature into him, upgraded his materials. He could handle the power that others could not, and his personality did not cross his programming.

Sort of.

He was determined to kill Goku, but nothing else. He actually loves life, like my dear departed son...

I put him to sleep.

I switched up & decided to look at human test subjects. I found two humans, fitted them with cybernetic enhancements, and set them loose. They tried to kill me for giving them the chance at greatness.

I put them to sleep & installed self destruct devices.

Their genetically similarity as siblings gave me another idea for later.

I went back to the drawing board and took what I learned to make #19.

Fully mechanical, loyal, and no critical programming errors. And he kills whatever I say he must kill.

*Cough, cough*

I am getting old, I will die within a year and Goku flourishes. He is close associates with that retro-bate, Dr. Briefs.

To preserve my glory, I programmed #19 with the information he needed to save me. I was put to sleep, and my brain was placed in an immortal android body.

I am #20, but I retain my authority & genius.

I think I am ready, but I want a back up plan.

Project Hippocampus.

I had miniature robots travel the planet to gather DNA samples from around the world while I tinkered with my androids down the years.

For what purpose?

I did not know until now.

I would create the ultimate being using the genetic potential of my greatest foes. Goku would be killed with an modified amalgamation of himself & his allies!

I programmed the central computer with the task of completing it.

Him.

Even with my newfound powers, there was no guarantee that I would come back.

========

Dr. Gero, deemed dead.

Project Hippocampus override started.

Testing of amalgamated DNA required. Field testing required.

Cell bio fluid issued into the world.

Code Name: Membrane.

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Francis:

A very smart young man. More into academics than sports.

A nerd.

He tried to change himself a little; switch glasses for contacts, better hairdo, better skin routine.

But no matter how much he changed on the outside, he was still a nerd at heart.

His dates ended badly or abruptly when he started to talk about computers or chemistry. About sci-shows or what not. His dates hated that he never went to sporting events or the bar like other dudes.

Being a pretty boy only got him so far.

"Man they just want a gladiator."

There was a knock on his door. When he opened it, there was a small box on the floor addressed to him. He picked it up, closed the door, and opened it.

"My dad would hate that I just accepted a random package like this, with him being former military or something."

He opened it.

In it was a tube full of dull green, almost blue liquid within it. It read:

Membrane X-01.

There was a note under it.

"If you want to reach your full potential, drink the contents of this bottle. Tell no one."

He set it aside and went about his day.

He returned home to another bad date.

"You know what, I'll drink that darn thing. Whatever I am doing now is failing."

He uncorked it and drunk it whole.

"Tastes like salty kiwi. Yuck."

He went dizzy and fell asleep.

Through his body, his cells were being infused with Proto-Cell DNA, a mixture of the greatest warriors & other beings distilled with evil passion. He would wake up a new being.

It was early morning when he woke up. He felt more energized, more aware.

He did not need glasses or contacts. But he was hungry.

So hungry.

He went to the fridge, but nothing appealed to him.

He got ready and began walking around campus. The hunger pains came again. When he looked at other people, they looked like the juiciest steaks ever. He wanted to devour them, but something kept him from doing so, like there was better prey out there.

So he walked.

As he contemplated his new changes, he found himself in the locker rooms for the sports teams.

"How did I get here?"

Then he noticed it. Wrapped around his stomach, under shirt. He lifted it.

He let out a blood curdling scream as he saw that he was in the grip of a scaly green tail with black spots. It had a cream colored end that reminded him of a rattle snake, but it was pointed at the end like a scorpion stinger.

He flailed at first, thinking he was in the hold of a monster, but it did not attack him, it avoided touching him with its pointed end.

It unfurled from his body & Francis felt it. A weight at the back of his body.

"No. No way."

He went to a mirror & turned around. He turned his head & looked.

The tail was connected to him. That formula must have given him a tail!

"My dad is going to kill me."

The doors swung open.

"Who goes there?"

Francis panicked & hid.

When he saw who was looking for him, he remembered.

It was Eli:

The quarter back.

His muscles had muscles.

Everyone wanted to be dominated by him. Rumors have it that they were researching male to male pregnancy because so many wanted to have his progeny, gender & sex be cursed.

Francis's hunger went into over drive. There was something different about Eli. Something more.

Francis got out of hiding and showed himself to the jock.

"What are you doing...what is that!?"

Then it happened, within a flash it lifted itself over his head. The stinger opened up into a bell shape and then slammed on top of his head & shoulders.

Francis was shocked and he too was in panic, but something told him to calm down & accept it. So he did, and just stood there.

Eli was squirming furiously. He was in the grip of something dangerous. It was hard at first, then it became like rubber, and went it did it pulled him up with a sudden suction force.

Half his body was now in Francis's tail, only his hands and buttocks down were outside. It lifted him in the air, and he was kicking and screaming.

Another massive suction.

Inside, it went from hard rubber, to fleshy. It was full of this sticky wet substance that covered him as he traveled upwards.

Another strong suction, and it was just feet.

It took only a few more seconds, and he was completely within Francis's tail.

He could not flail, but he could scream, but the screams turned into muffles, and the muffles turned Francis on. He was not determined to see this out.

He moved slowly up the tail until he was where Eli's back was. With a final push, he was put into Francis's stomach with a final splash:

Francis's waist expanded quickly before settling back down.

Within an minute Eli was completely broken down. He was a mix of genetic material, energy, and bio mass.

Francis squinted his eyes and his body shook as Eli's DNA was merged with his forming a new one:

He could feel it, the jock becoming a part of him.

He opened his mouth and let out an otherworldly scream as he felt his strength climbing exponentially.

His spine lengthened. His neck bulged with more muscle. His shoulders & pecs exploded suddenly into bigger sizes. His arms expanding with new muscle. His hands becoming more meaty. His V shaped stomach stretching into an H. His abs becoming bigger, blockier. His butt ballooning. His rod & sack getting wider & longer. His thighs and quads exploding in size. His feet growing larger.

It all happened at the same time. It all felt so good.

His clothing, except his underwear, tour off, being too small for his bigger frame.

He could feel his head getting bigger, longer. He kept his eyebrows, but had a mixture of their eyes. He had Eli's nose, but kept his mouth. He had Eli's ears.

His hair texture was Eli. His color his own when he is not dyeing it. His styling was also his own, but his volume was Eli's. Eli's manly testosterone gave him facial hair.

Francis took a deep breath.

"Oh man, what happened.?"

A flood of Eli's memories & personality traits hit him. He was into football and now knew how to play it as well. He was a bit horny too.

Francis looked at the mirror and was shocked by what he saw.

"Is this me?"

He slapped himself.

"Yep. And I think ate the quarterback to do it. Oh crap."

As he walked around in pace, he became intoxicated by the power, the muscles.

"I mean, it's only fair that I get to out a jock's body."

He flexed his arms.

"Oh yeah. And are my veins visible too?"

He snapped a picture in excitement:

"Huh, the tail doesn't show in the picture. Maybe some form of camouflage?"

And door snapped open again.

"Who is making that loud noise?"

Francis turned to look.

It was Jimmy:

His crush.

"Yo, Francis are you ok?"

Francis had taken Eli's life as well. He was the quarterback now.

The hunger returned.

"Oh no, run!"

It was too late, the tail stinger moved to the side and stabbed Jimmy instead.

"What the..."

He went limp and at the same time, his bio mass began to pump into Francis.

Pump, pump, pump.

Francis began to change again. Bits of Jimmy's DNA latched to him.

He grew even more taller, even more muscular. Jimmy's mouth & ear genetics melded to his own. His hair volume increasing.

Jimmy regained consciousness and used the last of his strength to rip the stinger out of him, and in doing so, caused the tail to detach from Francis. It wiggled frantically on the floor before dissolving into nothing.

The hunger was gone forever, but the two men were changed too.

The last of the changes to Francis's being settled in. Jimmy looked at the man before him:

"Francis?"

He looked at Jimmy. He was a skinny short twink now.

"Are you ok. Don't want to miss our mountain trip."

Did he forget what just happened? That he drained him of his muscles, his jockiness? Then it hit him, that pang of love.

In this new life, they were lovers. Jimmy his submissive bottom.

It was later that day and they reached the top of an mountain:

Jimmy may not be muscular or playing any sports any more, but he still had the stamina of a jock. Very useful in bed.

All of this was recorded. Tiny robots, small as mosquitoes, had been recording the experience, taking bio scans, genetic samples, and returning to the lab.

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Data collected from various subjects.

Modifying parameters. Making changes to genetic balance.

X & Y chromosome balancers needed.

Androids 17 & 18 shall be used. All other specimens will be used as substance.

Timeline merging abilities will be lost for increased efficiency.

Subject Cell shall continue, Project Membrane subjects will be his first targets.

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Duskwell Academy is one of many private schools that the 1% send their kids to. It has a bit of everything, and in the sports world excels at nothing. Just resume stuffers that look good on an college application. But the new administration wants to change that.

One of the coaches in charge of physical education, Lysander:

He does not just talk the talk, he also walks the walk.

His discipline, passion, and strong body encourages his students to try harder, do better.

Then there is Ian:

The swim coach.

He has a couple of bronze medals from the days he competed in the Olympics. He knows his stuff, but his methods are a bit wonky. The swimming team always places within the bottom half.

Fixing this is the first priority of the head dean.

While checking the swimming pool & area for dirt & grime, he noticed Lysander in the area.

He noticed that he had no shirt on.

"Here for a little swim before those annoying teenagers get here? Be my guest. You can check the water temperature for me."

Lysander did not respond. He had stern look of determination on him and he was locked on to Ian. He began his approach.

Earlier that day, Lysander was called into the dean's office.

"Look, none of our teams place very high, we tend to get lucky if we place in the middle. I know you aren't in control of any of them here."

"So you want me to take over one of them."

"Yes, I think you will do well in swimming. And if you turn them around then maybe put you in control of all water sports."

"But sir, I have no experience or knowledge in any of that stuff. I can maybe do track..."

"I already have it figured out. I want you to assimilate Ian, the current swimming coach."

Lysander lifted an eyebrow.

"You want me to merge with that lazy bum? He barely tries."

"And he has the experience & knowledge that you need to succeed. Combined it with your drive & work ethic, and we may accomplish something in a few years."

"I take it, I'll be the main mind?"

"Yes, if we put him in control, he would just take the enhanced body & make another go at the Olympics or just enjoy the fruits until he gets old."

"I'll do it for the students who rot under his care."

The dean handed him a pink pill.

Knowing what was at stake, Lysander was in front of Ian in less than five strides. Ian was confused, scared almost. His testosterone fueled bravado keeping him from backing up.

"Are you okay?"

Lysander pushed Ian against the wall. He grunted not from the pain but from the audacity, the suddenness of it.

Lysander moved to embrace him as he got off the wall.

"This is a funny way to confess to me..."

Lysander kissed him.

"MMMMm,mmmm...."

Ian thought they were making out, that Lysander was an ask for permission later kind person. He was in to it.

They made out for a minute until their foreheads touched but would not separate. Ian noticed that his lip skin did not end where they should be, it was all one piece that continued into Lysander's face.

At the same moment he noticed that the P.E. coach's skin was touching him all over. He some how phased into his clothing.

He groaned as he felt Lysander's rod grind against his. Before he could climax, he felt a jolt and an widening of his awareness. Their rods had fused into one, creating a bridge where his inner fluids could flow into him & vice versa. He also felt Lysander's body as if it was his own.

He was a fit man himself, but he could feel the power coursing through Lysander's smaller body. It felt good, almost intoxicating.

Lysander pushed his body hard against Ian, and Ian's body began to pump into him. While this happened, they shifted & moved around each other until the clothing was shifted to where Lysander was the main wearer.

By the time Ian realized what was happening, that he was being absorbed into Lysander, it was too late. He wanted to be closer to the source of Lysander's amazing power. He wanted to feel every second of his denser muscles. He just wanted Lysander.

Within a few more moments, and Ian was gone, within Lysander now.

An assistant coach walked in and saw Lysander standing there in Ian's clothing. All he could do was stand & watch as the two men joined their beings, as Lysander transformed & took Ian's life into himself.

Lysander had a floating look to him, like he was underwater. Internally, his body was processing Ian & the timeline began to shift as the sky was arrayed in various colors.

Ian's DNA was merged into Lysander's, forming a new traditional double helix structure:

It began to fire off.

Despite his discipline, Lysander began to moan. As he transformed, his soon to be assistant coach sat down and began to beat his rod as it was too much of a turn on to see an fit man morph into someone even stronger, more manly in front of him.

With a loud creak, his shoulders doubled in size. With a pop his neck doubled in thickness, his Adam's apple becoming more prominent.

His pecs grew & became a copy of Ian's own, glooping at the sudden muscle growth.

With a pop his biceps became mountains compared to what he had before as waves of new muscle fiber grew on top of his own.

He flexed his fingers, and they thickened & elongated.

New spinal vertebrae grew within his spine, making him taller. His waist & stomach area expanded outward as well, making an H shape. He could feel his abdominal stones get bigger and then reshape themselves based on what Ian had.

His butt-cheeks exploded with new muscle becoming two and half times their size. His rod doubled in length, tripped in girth. His jewels becoming double their size as well. He could feel his testosterone rev-up and flood his veins.

His thighs tripled in size becoming like telephone poles, his quads like soccer balls. He flexed his toes, and his feet grew to meet the needs to carrying such a heavier body.

He had a larger version of his skull. He kept his eyebrows. Had a mixture of the eyes. A wider version of Ian's nose. Ian's ears. A combination of their mouths. A darker version of his skin tone.

He kept his hair color & texture. A combination of their styling. Ian's volume. He also had the start of facial hair like he was fighting a 5 o'clock shadow.

The assistant coach had climaxed. He just saw the birth of the new swimming coach, and he was hot.

Ian's personality was obliterated, but his knowledge & experience was added to Lysander's mind.

He took a deep breath and called the assistant coach over:

"Like what you see, Anders? Are you going to be a problem?"

"No sir."

The assistant coach had experienced post nut clarity and quickly cleaned up before Lysander could realize what really happened.

"Don't speak of word of what you just saw, or there will be consequences."

"Not a word."

Truth be told, he forgot that Ian had existed, and he would soon forget what Lysander looked like pre-fusion, and that he just hulked out in front of him. He would just remember that he was attracted to him and that he saw coach shirtless.

"Make sure that the team stretches before entering the water, and I want a full accounting of their diets by end of the week. I am off to go speak to the dean."

"Yes sir."

"I see you did the deed. How do you feel?"

Lysander took a look at himself. The taller frame, the increased muscle mass, the handsomer face, the slightly changed clothing.

"I could have swore..., anyway I feel great. Thank you for the opportunity to better serve our school."

"No problem, lets aim for state."

"Maybe in a few years, say, why not just fuse some of our star athlete's together?"

"Didn't think of that."

Lysander took a death breath.

He thought: How did this guy get this position again?

"No matter, I'll have them winning championships in no time."

The dean needs to merge himself with some critical thinkers.

Private Islands.

The retreat of the rich. These private pieces of paradise are fiefdoms; whatever they say go.

The owner of this island:

Hudson.

He inherited the island from his grandfather along with a little money. There was an residence on the island already as well, so he used the money to build an private gym.

He has been working out consistently for years, but he is not happy about the results. Some people want it all, especially the rich & well asseted.

To pay the property tax on the private holding, he opened a part of the island for visitors, by appointment only. Through hook or by crook, he has taken the DNA samples of his guests and put it through testing.

Today he finally got an 100% compatibility:

Maxwell.

He is an metalsmith, working in an large metal working shop producing all kinds of goods. Mostly processing raw metal into something that could be used by other companies.

He has been afforded the rare opportunity to take a vacation on the cheap in a place that promises privacy. He hates the crowds that you see at amusement parks, and beaches can be hit or miss.

Hudson pulled up the cameras to get a look at his target & smacked his lips & clicked his teeth.

He sent Maxwell an invitation to an private dinner with the owner of the island. He accepted the invitation because he wanted to see the person running the idyllic place.

When he arrived, there was no servants, no butlers. The gates & doors opened automatically at his coming. Somehow, he was able to follow this auto display of electric wizardy into the dining room with no deviations.

Hudson was there sitting at an small table for two.

"Glad you can make it, come sit."

Maxwell lifted an eyebrow & sat at the table.

"Quite young to be owning & operating an private island."

"You can thank my grandfather for that. What do you do for work?"

"Asking personal questions I see, I work with metal."

"Oh, pounding & working with it must have made you strong."

"You can say that, while an island might be good for cardio, I doubt it is good for strength building."

"I have a private gym."

"Of course you do."

And so for the next hour, they ate & interrogated each other, like two predators sizing up prey.

When it was over with, Hudson invited Maxwell to go see his gym.

"Nice, you have just about everything."

"I am missing one thing."

"What is it?"

"You."

Hudson latched on to Maxwell's back and squeezed hard after getting him into an embrace. He started to sink into Hudson, but he fought back. He could not pull him off, so he swing his body back & forth, and smashed his back against the wall & gym equipment. Despite the pain & grunts form Hudson, the process did not slow down or abate.

Half of Maxwell was within Hudson.

To stop Maxwell from totally smashing the place, he pushed his face against the back of Hudson's skull causing them to merge. Maxwell roared as he felt his mind being consumed by Hudson with each creak of their skulls fusing, their brains mixing.

Maxwell was still defiant as his body shook & shuddered, no longer moving about the room.

A few more minutes and Maxwell was gone, fully within Hudson now.

Their DNA merged into a quad helix structure:

Hudson waited & waited.

He did not change, but he felt different. He fixed the gym room up.

"Those machines were not as heavy. Maybe I just absorbed his strength. I was expecting more."

He went into the next room over, to his gaming room, and took off his shirt:

He saw as he gained a little muscle mass, as his abdominals shifted a little.

Maxwell was fighting to the bitter end. Whatever changes Hudson wanted was being denied.

Hudson did not care, he was patient.

And so for the next 72 hours, Maxwell was fighting an mental battle and loosing. Hudson went back to his normal life.

While walking through the forest, he keeled over. He saw his skin pulsate & bubble. He heard his bones cracking, feeling them elongate & thicken. He felt a rush of knowledge about metal working flood his mind. A strain of stubbornness becoming a part of his personality.

Maxwell had lost, he was now a part of Hudson, an aspect of his being.

He could feel it, like a hammer strike hitting his body. Like was being reforged. Reforged by Maxwell.

With each change, he could hear a hammer strike loud in his mind. He grunted even though there was no pain.

He unzipped his shirt, saw as his pecs grew & then tightened into a manly shape. His shoulders grow waves of muscle as he saw the muscle fibers move under his skin & settle there. His neck expand outward like being filled with water.

His stomach widened & flattened like someone was pulling him on his sides. His abs reshaping into bigger, more blockier versions, while keeping his cuts & configuration. His obliques now visible.

His butt doubled in size like a coconut burst open, his grithy rod now tripling in length.

He could feel as his Adam's apple & jewels expand. The increased testosterone flooding his body.

His thighs became like tree trunks, his quads like bowling balls. His feet & arms pulsated with new muscle & tendons, becoming denser.

He gained a rounder version of his skull. A mix of their eyebrows & eyes. He had Maxwell's nose. Kept his ears & mouth.

His hair color & texture was a mix of the two. He kept his hair volume. Hudson tightened up his styling. The increased testosterone meant that more of his facial hair came out.

Hudson blinked when it was all over. One moment he was transforming, the next he was just fine.

He looked out into the wilderness:

He had to get use to the higher line of sight. He was already use to Maxwell's power, and now his body truly reflected their union.

"You took some time to digest. I must say that you were worth it. Now stay with me in this paradise forever. Don't worry, I'll build a forge in your honor."

And so with the body he desired, Hudson became a more well rounded & more content being. Now it was time to think about a family.

Some of us celebrate Christmas in December, some of us in July.

Quinn:

Is of the July variety.

"So many of my brothers & sisters got their coming of age gift, can't wait for mine."

He was 21, there was an unique ritual within his family. When you turn 21, you receive a certain gift that brings out the best in you. Because he was born a week after July Christmas, he tends to get everything on that day.

A combo holiday.

It was Christmas morning when he heard a knock on the door. It was his father.

His was a unit of a man with a head full of hair.

"Go down the hall to the left. Welcome to adulthood son. Come to the usual place after you are done. You mom made her famous grilled salmon."

He was done. Nine kids and Quinn was the youngest one. No more need to hunt down the perfect age of coming gifts for the next generation, that would be their jobs when they have kids.

Quinn went down the hall to the door of the room described and stopped. When he opened this door, everything about him would be changed.

"Good bye old me."

He let out a deep sigh & walked in.

In front of a July Christmas tree was a muscle twink, a twunk:

"Nice body & a pretty face. Sending mixed messages dad."

"If it isn't our birthday boy. Like what you see?"

"Maybe if you take off that bow."

He looked down:

"Ha, want to see all the goodies I see."

Quinn thought: "See or not, it will be all mine anyway."

The stripper took the bow off and put on some pants.

"You are going to have to work for this jewelry box, tee hee."

"What is your name?"

"Red Thunder."

"Your real name."

"..."

"I won't bite, just your first name will do."

"...Atticus."

"And Atticus, what did my father or mother hire you to do."

"To entertain, and to be ok with any funny stuff that may happen."

"That is one way to describe it."

Quinn pushed Atticus to the ground:

"Oooohuhh, you are a little spicy."

"Are you hurt?"

"On this soft rug, absolutely not."

Quinn licked his lips, took his clothing off, and then got on top of Atticus, who never let Quinn leave his gaze. He smiled.

"I would do a bit more foreplay, but I got an entire garlic glazed grilled salmon with my name on it."

Quinn reached down & kissed him. They began making out. As Atticus was busy enjoying Quinn's lips, Quinn moved his body to be laying on top. A few more moments, and he was also in Atticus's pants as well.

Atticus's underwear moved up & phased through Quinn's body before solidifying meaning that their nether regions where touching skin to skin.

When Atticus realized what happened, his eyes went wide and he broke off their smooching.

"It's like you are magic or something."

He unwrapped his scarf and re-wrapped it to surround both of their necks.

"Then you are going to love this."

There was a groan & then some creaks as the lower part of their bodies started mixing and merging. Atticus was overcome by the sensations as their nerves connected, allowing him to feel all of Quinn's body. He pulled his head back, left his mouth wide open while his eyes rolled back. He let out a loud moan that indicated that he was really enjoying this.

"Holy smokes, is this what it feels like being you? I want this to never end."

Quinn smiled, their lower stomachs started to mix & merge.

Enough of their nerves were connected that Atticus could hear his thoughts, access some of his memories.

He was in the grip of terror. He knew now what this family wanted to use him for. Not for pleasure, but as material for something totally different.

He was fuel, fuel to upgrade the man he was half merged with.

"Wait-"

Quinn mushed his lips against Atticus own, making his words unintelligible. Their entire stomachs were now mixing.

Atticus began to flail out with his arms, tried to push up against Quinn to get a better angle to try to separate, but to no avail.

Quinn's arms caught Atticus's own which caused the pair of arms & hands to began merging.

Their skulls began to merge, one end was Atticus, the other end Quinn.

Atticus was still struggling, not wanting this fate, not wanting to be assimilated into another person. This made their conjoined mass look like it was undulating in place, the creaks & gloops getting louder as they converged as one.

Their pecs and necks were now merging.

Soon's Atticus's voice was replaced by Quinn's own as he gave into the pleasure, the pleasure of absorbing this hot twunk.

He could not wait. He was a muscular being himself, but he knew that taking in Atticus's cuts, and muscle sizes would take him to the next level. And then mixing in his facial features...

He was full of excitement. The twunk before him was in terror. Their mass undulating chaotically to reflect this dichotomy.

There was a loud gloop and Atticus was completely within Quinn's being.

He turned over and began taking deep breaths. He was drenched in sweat.

"That was tasty. I could devour a room full of you if I could."

He got up.

Within, their DNA merged into a single traditional double helix structure:

He began to walk towards the back of the room that led to another door.

As this occured, his body began to morph.

His neck pulsated and at the end of each pulse ended up bigger & bigger, doubling in thickness.

Pops issued from his shoulders as they filled with more muscle. His pecs became denser.

With an suddenness, his biceps doubled in size, his hand became broader.

His abs reshaped themselves giving him a cross between his own & Atticus's.

His butt filled up with more muscle & then tightened becoming more firm. Atticus was packing, of which he needed for his side gig. These traits passed on to Quinn as his rod doubled in length & width. His jewels found Atticus's jewels and forcibly merged with them.

Quinn happily moaned at this, knowing that he was taking that hot twunk's virility into himself.

Waves of muscle fibers entered his thighs, making them bigger. His quads would pop into bowling balls, looking like all of those legs days finally show their results.

With each step his feet grew thicker & thicker.

His skull shape was a cross between his & Atticus's. He had Atticus's eyebrows, his own eyes. His nose. Atticus's mouth. A mix of their ears.

He had Atticus's hair texture. His own color & styling. A mix of their hair volumes.

His skin tightened all over making him more vascular, his muscles more defined. The scarf fell off him to the ground.

When he touched the doorknob, he heard Atticus's moaning in his mind before fading away. He was flooded with Atticus's memories, his mental traits mixing with his own.

He was in a bathroom that led to a secret gym located in the house.

He found his phone and took a photo of the new him:

"I didn't think a twunk would could do so much for me."

He flexed his arms. Pulled in his stomach.

"Oh yeah."

A volley of his seed shot out.

"You enjoy being one with me eh? Good."

With Atticus a part of him, he would later learn that he inherited his strong libido as well.

"I got to say, you did the face good as well."

He took a shower, put on some clothes, and returned to his family.

"Looking good sport."

"About time," chimed one random brother who had a metro-sexual hipster look to him.

All of them were fused beings. At the age of 21, a member of the family is given another person to absorb to enhance & change traits. Atticus is just the latest in a long line of people made the join their gifts to this bloodline.

His father was a twig, so he was joined to a line backer. Quinn was a bit insular, so he was joined to someone more outgoing.

Another brother who looked like Jacob Elordi chimed: "I am having a baby."

"That's great, now lets talk about Quinn moving out."

c-tilla asked:

Here i go again

A college nerd tired of his noisy jock roommate hipnotises the jock, the nerd falls to temptation and has sex with the jock (dominating him) and at the end absorbs him, also kind of a stretch but can the end result be this?

Roommates can be the best thing ever, or a total nightmare.

Just as the like-minded can clash or become the best of friends, so too can this happen to polar opposites.

For Ike:

He has been forced into sunbathing again after his roommate decided to host a party in their dorm.

Again.

Every weekend without fault, their room is flooded with anyone who wanted to leave their sanity & senses at the door. He tried locking his room, but nothing stops a determined drunk college student, not even a door lock.

He would come back to his stuff destroyed & stolen. Only his textbooks left unscathed.

Funny, maybe there is something that stops them.

The perpetrator in question, Tucker:

Loves to party, loves the gym, and loves his wrestling team.

From his purview, Ike needs to live a little. Put away them books for a little bit.

He normally keeps it quiet during the week, but decided to change it up.

It was a Wednesday afternoon when he started blasting music throughout the room.

"Can you turn it down, it's about to destroy my eardrums."

"What, I can't hear you!"

"Turn it down!"

"Come closer!"

Ike walked up to him.

"Turn that music off!"

Tucker slapped him. Ike stumbled back.

"Stop being a square & go with the flow."

Ike's dumbfoundedness turned into anger. He turned around and went into his room, pulled out his laptop, the fifth this semester, some wires and used them to connect his laptop to the speakers. After a few minutes he launched a program that took over the speakers. The music turned into a thumping sound.

Tucker got up to stop what Ike was doing, but when he got into his room, he was standing in place, drooling with his eyes up his sockets.

"Time to fix this issue for good."

He moved Tucker to his bed upside down & pulled down his pants. He switched up the sound coming from the speakers again.

Tucker came to & was quick to anger when he saw the position he was in & what Ike was about to do.

Within a few moments he was on top of Ike.

"I don't normally do this, but if it happens, I will be the one to command this. This was a long time coming!"

He entered his rod into Ike's cheeks & began dominating him. Ike was moaning and Tucker was grunting. All of the tension between the two was being worked out on Ike's bed. But as Tucker got tired, Ike was getting stronger, he was absorbing Tucker's energy, his power.

A few minutes more, and Ike stopped.

"Is that all you got. I want more. In fact, let me give you some."

Ike was able to use the uptick in strength from Tucker & flip positions. Tucker was too weak to fight back.

Ike was now grunting & Tucker now moaning.

For the first time, Ike was the one on top.

Tucker would not have it, he gathered his remaining strength to throw Ike off, only for it to melt away like warm butter.

It was the sound.

It drained him of his strength & gave it to Ike, and as the sound kept going, made him enjoy being dominated by him as time went on.

Ike turned him around so that Tucker was laying on top of him. A few seconds later and Tucker began shooting volleys of his seed. But for Ike, his rod shot nothing, it pulsed in the opposite direction.

I was shrinking & then going back to normal erect shape. A few rounds of this & Tucker's mass began to flow into his rod, creating bulges that traveled down into the rest of his body.

Ike's frontal skin & Tucker's back skin started to mix & merge.

Tucker stopped shooting his seed on the floor in front of Ike's bed, and moved to get up, determined to destroy him for soiling him. But he could not, he noticed his body slowly sinking, and even more of his strength leaving him. He tried to squirm out, but that speed up the sinking.

Ike took one of his hands, full of Tucker's strength, and pulled Tucker's head back causing the back of his skull to meet Ike's front.

Tucker began to moan as his skull began fuse with Ike's. He got louder as their brains touched and his own brain began to be consumed by Ike's. All he could do was keep his mouth agape, his eyes in the back of his head, and flail about with his arms.

Before long Ike's & Tucker's skulls had become one featureless, hairless face. Ike's arms & hands caught Tucker's own and began to suck them in, taking in their mass.

The merged face opened its mouth & let out a noise, indicating that Ike was winning.

A few moments later & Tucker was completely within Ike & broken down.

Their DNA lined up & merged, forming a new DNA structure:

Ike began to morph.

Creaks issued from his neck & shoulders as they exploded with new muscle.

"Holy...."

There was a series of pops as his pecs ballooned up with new muscle.

His arms lengthened & then filled up with new muscle fibers, as if someone was furiously stuffing them in, growing on an exponential level. He flexed his fingers & they grew.

"Oh yes..."

His voice started to deepen.

His spine gained more vertebrae making him as tall as Tucker.

There was straining in his stomach area as his waist expanded. His abdominal stones doubled in size.

"Mmm..."

His buttcheeks pushed against the bed as they grew, doubling in size. His rod doubled in length, tippled in width. His jewels also doubled in size.

His thighs tripled in sized in three loud pops, his quads doubled in size. His feet became meatier.

He had a combination of their skull shapes. Tucker's eyebrows, his own eyes. His own nose, Tucker's ears. A combination of the mouths.

His hair doubled in volume thanks to Tucker. His hair texture was a curlier version. He took Tucker's hair color. He kept his styling. He would have no facial hair.

He let out a sigh.

"That felt good, Tucker. I would ask you, but you are nowhere to be seen."

He got out of his bed and felt a rush of Tucker's memories flood him. Unbeknownst to himself, Tucker's personality traits had already mixed with his own.

He turned off the sound. It was silent.

"Time for progress check."

As he put on some clothing, he began to put on some facial piercings.

He went to a more quiet part of the gym lockers & began to inspect the new him:

The first thing he noticed was the tattoos. He inherited Tucker's liking for them. After inspecting the rest of himself & some flexing, he went & had a hard gym session.

He never went to the gym beforehand.

With Tucker practically gone, the parties left with him, and peace returned.

There were noticeable changes.

He started going to the gym, attend social events, and enjoy the occasional party.

"Progress check:"

"Man, you look good."

"You don't have to tell me what I already know."

Ah personal trainers. The current & formerly ripped helping the up & coming reach their fitness goals.

The hardest part is keeping up with the program, to believe what is given will work down the road.

For Gabriel:

He is on the path.

He has started to see some changes, but he questions if it is just newbie gains. He drinks down another protein shake. He hates them. Is it he really going to drink these for the rest of his life?

Then there is his personal trainer, Zander:

What Gabriel hopes to be by the end. But genetics is a funny thing. He could be worse or better, but only time & dedication will tell the truth. But like so many, Gabriel is impatient.

He wants the end results now.

While running parallel with Zander on the treadmill, he looked over and licked his lips. Zander saw that.

"Hey, can we talk?"

"Sure."

They went into Zander's office.

"So, I'll get to the point, are you into me?"

"What?"

"I am not against it."

Zander took off his shirt.

"Tell me that I don't turn you on?"

"..."

"You can stay silent all you like, but your mini you is not."

Gabriel's rod was perking up. Gabriel blushed and left the office. He went to the locker room & Zander followed him.

"Look, don't run from me, I don't take on people who run from what they want."

Gabriel was shuffling in his belongings.

"Talk to me!"

Gabriel stopped and handed him something. It was a bracelet:

"Put it on if you want to be with me. If we date or decide to be bump buddies, then let it be public."

Zander lifted an eyebrow.

"Darn it, anything for you twinks."

He put it on.

Gabriel smiled.

The bracelet began to tighten & tighten, and then stopped.

"This thing is feeling kind of snug don't you think?"

Then he saw it, the veins in his wrist become visible around his wrist and connect to the bracelet. He could feel his blood flow into the bracelet. It was draining him of all his physical matter.

"What is this thing?!"

Zander tried to pull it off, but it did not bulge. Instead the tiny pumps became large & loud. He could feel his muscles drain with each pump & flow into it. Soon half his body was without muscle & bone, looking like rubbery saggy skin.

He turned to Gabriel.

"Why?"

"You are right, you do turn me on, but not because I want to sleep with or date you. I am turned on by the prospect of taking your body & making it mine. Imagine all of those muscles & potential that your brought out in yourself, but given to me. With my youth, I can reach new heights that you can only dream of. We will make a great combo."

Gabriel was talking too long as Zander was just a forearm & a hand now. They too shrunk as they were eventually absorbed into the bracelet.

It fell to the ground.

Gabriel picked it up. He could hear a voice come from it.

"Put me on & receive his majesty. Why wait decades when you can have it now."

He put it on.

Within a few moments the same veins appeared on his arm, only they were pumping into Gabriel instead of out of him.

Within a few minutes Zander's DNA merged with Gabriel's own:

Then his arm started to bulge as if he was flexing, shrink & growing in cycles until they exploded in size, giving him what Zander had before.

His shoulders & pecs grew slowly & surely. His pecs widened & filled with new muscle fibers, and his shoulders doubled in size.

He flexed his hands & they became meaty.

His neck popped with new muscle, becoming thicker than Zanders.

His spine elongated, making him taller. It was like he was stepping on stairs as new vertebrae suddenly formed & appeared in place.

He maintained his H shape, but his abdominal muscles reshaped into a version of Zander's, only bigger. Zander's obliques also formed on Gabriel.

His butt double in size. His girthy rod took in Zander's length. His sack expanded to accommodate his growing jewels & increased seed production.

His thigh & quads expanded to take in Zander's own leg mass. He flexed his toes & he feet got bigger as well.

Then his face started to morph.

He had a sharper version of his own skull shape. His eye brows were a bushier version of his own. His eyes a mix of the two. His nose came from Zander. His mouth & ears was a mix of the two.

His hair texture was his own, while his hair volume was from Zander. His styling & color was a mix of the two. As testosterone filled his body, he gained facial hair, and the start of body hair in his chest & stomach.

Zander's memories & personality traits began to mix with his own. All of Zander's experiences, his knowledge, and ect became his.

He opened his eyes & looked in the mirror.

"Oh yes, this is what I am talking about."

Gabriel flexed his arms.

"You were worth every penny my would be lover. You, I mean, I feel great!"

Zander's cap was next to him, only it changed color. Gabriel put it on.

"Time to snap a photo to commemorate the event:"

Gabriel put a shirt on and went back into the gym work out area. He wanted to try out his Zander-enhanced body.

*Ding*

He looked at his phone, he had a client to meet in 15 minutes.

In absorbing Zander, he too became a personal trainer. He took more than just Zander's body & mind. He took his life as well.

The community has made its voice known, so I have begun posting the concepts on the separate blog.

Anonymous asked:

So I saw you are experiencing with the art of merging people together. But I was wondering, what would happen if you didn't merge 2 guys together but instead a jeep and a jock? Will it become a brand new car with the jock's mind trapped as the AI of the car and forced controlled by his new master? This really got me curious on what would happen…

Not all traditions are set in stone. Some are able to change with the times.

That was the case with the Molin family.

By tradition, each member, regardless of gender is to link their souls with a chosen steed. Whether that was an ox, a horse, or something else; that did not matter.

In modern times, cars or vehicles have become the chosen method of transportation.

"Son, it's time. Time for you to become an adult by family traditions."

Chuck sighed.

"But do I have to bond with this:"

"It looks older than grandpa, and he bonded with a horse."

"Look, son, we need to keep up with the times. The era of animal companions is over."

"But it has no soul, nothing to connect to."

"You have to give it one. You need to find someone, anyone to....sort of meld it to. Just bring someone ok?"

And that was Chuck's day. He had the task of bringing someone in so that they could merge with his broken down jeep, his steed. If only he was a second or third son.

But he got an idea:

Issac.

Pretty boy, dumb jock. Personality of a broken condom. Chuck's sworn enemy.

They are months away from going to college. Making him the soul center of his jeep would be perfect revenge.

It was not that hard to lure Issac in, Chuck sent him an invitation to an post graduation/pre-college party. They were all the rage in the town. A summer full of dancing and other stuff.

By next day, Issac arrived in his black Ferrari in black shades.

"He really is going in on this all black aesthetic," Chuck thought.

Issac had his arms flayed out.

"Where are the babes, the music, the cheap drinks," he said loudly in a cocky manner. But before he could hear an response, he felt a blow to his head & a darkening vision that gave way to a black void before he came to.

He was carried, more dragged, by two men one wimpy & one with thick muscles that said that he had been in the gym longer than he had been alive. When he looked to his left, he saw Chuck.

"What are you doing you dumb nerd? If this is some dumb murder plot then it won't work, or you won't get away with it."

"Oh be quiet, you won't be dead but transformed. When this is over, you can tell me all about your work out routine or some deep dark secrets."

They stopped.

Issac look over and saw a broken down jeep before him.

"This thing is older than Confucius."

"Yeah, and you are going to fix it."

"Pfft, even I know this thing should be left to rot or melted down."

"Or merged with a jock."

They tossed him on to the hood of the jeep. There was a thud & a groan from Issac, but he quickly gathered himself. When he stood up to jump off, he was stuck.

He quickly yelped as he felt something sharp touch his feet. He looked down and his feet were merged into the car.

"What the heck is this? Did you drug me or something!"

"No, but we did prep the jeep. It seems to take to you quite nicely."

Issac noticed his line of sight descending & saw that his quads were merging into the jeep now. He tried struggling, but that only made him sink faster.

His thighs were now one with the car. The moment his butt & nether-region were merging, he felt his consciousness expand. He did not just feel his body, but the car as well.

His stomach was next.

"What is this?!"

"Simple, I need a steed to bind with, but cars don't have souls, so I am giving it one, yours. It course needs your body as well."

"For what?"

"To repair itself, or do you want to be a rotting jeep?"

Now it was his chest & arms.

Information started flooding Issac's brain. It was the history of the car, the life it lived before ending up as a twisted iron heap.

He could no longer respond or talk.

He was just a neck & skull now.

Issac began to spew lines of code rather than any human language, he is eyes stark black with green programing code lines.

He was gone.

"Son, now!"

Chuck put out his hand & focused. A link using Issac's mind & soul was being established.

At the same time, the jeep began to roar to life. Using the young jock as a base, it began to renew & repair itself.

Issac's DNA was converted into schematics & infused into the jeep.

The tires repaired themselves & filled up with outside air. The broken wheel axle threw off their rust filled in with new metal, and then pushed the jeep into an upright position lifting the jeep's body off the air.

There was a screeching & popping noise as the dents in the car body undid themselves, the tears in the metal going away. More metal attached to the jeep as it changed shape into something more modern. The surrounding sand melted into glass to become the new windows for the jeep.

Issac's Ferrari was broken down into a powder & absorbed into the jeep. This resulted in the internals: engine, air conditioning, radio, and ect becoming modernized.

At the same time, Issac felt something scanning him. Then a digital copy was forming in front of him. It had a cold look to it. It smiled & then opened its mouth in an unnatural stretch, and the real Issac was broken down into data & then pour into the mouth of the Issac copy. This gave the virtual Issac the real Issac's memories & personality traits with some modifications.

A few minutes later & the transformation was complete:

"Now that is a car I can take to class everyday."

"Get in nerd."

"Did it talk?"

"Of course I did, using Issac's mind & soul as a basis, I am born. I am Issac 2.0. Now get it or I'll leave you."

Chuck got in the driver's seat.

Then it happened.

"Completing souls link, upgrading driver."

Chuck began to morph. There was a sudden explosion of muscle all over his body.

"Guh."

No place of his body was untouched as he hulked out. Then there was stretching noises as he grew by two feet.

His face reshaped itself becoming more massive befitting his stronger body.

Then it stopped.

"What was that? Oh, my voice is so deep now."

"If you are going to be my rider, then you need to look the part. I infused you with what was left of Issac as an biological being. Apparently you two are quite compatible."

Chuck got out of the jeep.

"Pose with the new jeep. There we go looking good:"

As if influenced by Issac, Chuck took himself to the gym to try out his new body for a few days:

"Perfect, merging Issac into my jeep caused my steed to yield better results than I can ever dream of."

And so, a man & his car:

Became nearly inseparable.