Thor‘s Space

tf by magic - weight gain

The Slytherin common room disappeared behind them as Harry and Ron hurried through the deserted corridors, each struggling to keep pace with the last fading moments of the Polyjuice Potion.

Harry could already feel it. A strange warmth spread beneath his skin. His shoulders tightened, then narrowed. His hands shrank around the oversized sleeves of Goyle's robes.

"We've got to get back!" Ron whispered, his voice already rising toward his own. "It's wearing off!"

They slipped into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom just as Harry's knees buckled.

Both transformations happened almost simultaneously. Bones cracked softly. Heavy muscles melted away. Their uniforms hanged awkwardly from their suddenly smaller bodies. Harry stumbled against one of the sinks.

His vision blurred—

Then sharpened.

He blinked instinctively before realizing he needed his glasses again. Ron rubbed his own face in relief.

"Oh, thank Merlin..." he muttered. "I thought Malfoy was going to notice something."

Harry barely answered. Instead, he stared at his own hands. Thin. Scarred. Familiar. He flexed his fingers once. Something about them suddenly felt... surprisingly fragile.

"You alright?" Ron asked.

Harry looked up a second later.

"Yeah."

The answer came a little too quickly.

"I just..."

He hesitated.

"...forgot what it was like."

Ron laughed.

"I didn't. I hated every second of being Crabbe."

Harry forced a smile.

"I suppose."

At that moment the bathroom door burst open. Hermione stumbled inside. Or rather— Half-Hermione. Her face was covered in fine black fur. Golden cat ears poked through her bushy hair. Long whiskers twitched beside a flattened nose.

"Oh no..." Ron gasped.

Hermione tried to speak.

"I... I think..."

Only a strange meow escaped her lips. Ron immediately rushed to support her.

"We need Madam Pomfrey."

Harry nodded automatically. Neither of them noticed that his eyes drifted, just for an instant, toward the large brass cauldron hidden beneath the broken sink. There was still Polyjuice Potion inside. Not much. But enough.

When they arrived at the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey looked horrified.

"You put what into your body?"

Hermione lowered her furry head in embarrassment.

"I accidentally used a cat hair..."

"I should think so!"

The matron immediately ushered Hermione toward a private bed.

"I've never seen such careless experimentation."

Ron looked apologetic.

"Will she be alright?"

"In time."

Madam Pomfrey sighed.

"It may take several weeks before every feline feature disappears."

Hermione gave Harry and Ron an embarrassed look.

"Don't... tell anyone."

"We won't," Harry promised.

Ron nodded enthusiastically.

"Never."

Madam Pomfrey dismissed them.

"You two should get back to your dormitories."

As they walked back toward Gryffindor Tower, Ron looked exhausted.

"I don't ever want to drink that stuff again."

Harry kept his eyes forward.

"It was useful."

"It was disgusting."

Harry smiled faintly.

"I suppose."

Ron yawned.

"I'm going to bed."

"You go ahead."

Ron stopped.

"Aren't you coming?"

"In a minute."

"I forgot something."

Ron shrugged.

"Don't stay up too late."

As soon as Ron disappeared around the corner, Harry turned and headed back the way they had come. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom was silent except for the occasional drip of water echoing through the cracked pipes. Myrtle herself floated lazily near the ceiling.

"Oh..."

She recognized him immediately.

"You're back."

Harry smiled politely.

"I forgot something."

"You boys always forget something."

She drifted through one of the sinks with an exaggerated sigh. Harry waited until she disappeared into the plumbing. Then he knelt beside the hidden cauldron. The Polyjuice Potion shimmered faintly under the bathroom's dim light. There was more left than he had expected. Enough for several doses. He uncorked many empty glass vials from his satchel. His hands moved carefully. One ladle. Then another.

The thick potion flowed slowly into each bottle, swirling with metallic colors that shifted between bronze, silver and dark green.

Harry sealed each vial tightly. He stared at them. He should destroy them. That was the sensible thing. The mission was over. They no longer needed Polyjuice. He reached toward the nearest sink. His fingers stopped halfway.

Instead, he wrapped each vial in a scrap of cloth and placed them inside an old leather pouch. He crouched beside one of the broken pipes beneath Myrtle's sink. There was a narrow cavity behind loose bricks. Perfect.

He slid the pouch inside. Invisible unless someone knew exactly where to look.As he pushed the final brick back into place, he remained kneeling for several seconds. His reflection shimmered in a puddle on the floor. Harry Potter. Messy black hair. Thin frame. Round glasses. The lightning scar. Completely himself.

Yet he couldn't stop remembering what it had felt like only minutes earlier. The effortless strength. The silence. The strange relief of walking through Hogwarts without whispers following him. Without everyone expecting Harry Potter to solve every mystery.

As Goyle... No one had cared. No one had stared. No one had expected anything. It had been... peaceful. Harry quickly shook the thought away.

"What am I thinking?"

The bathroom gave no answer. Only the slow dripping of water echoed through the empty room. Harry stood, adjusted his glasses, and left the bathroom. Hidden behind the loose bricks, the three small vials waited patiently in the darkness.

Harry waited three days. Three days of classes. Three days of Quidditch practice. Three days of pretending nothing had changed. Yet every now and then, without warning, his mind drifted back to the feeling of being Gregory Goyle.

The weight. The strength. The silence. It wasn't that he wanted to be Goyle. At least, that was what he kept telling himself. He simply wanted to understand why it had felt so... comforting.

Late on Friday evening, after Gryffindor Tower had gone quiet, Harry slipped out beneath his Invisibility Cloak. The castle was almost silent. His footsteps echoed faintly as he descended toward the abandoned girls' bathroom.

Moaning Myrtle wasn't there. Perfect. Harry knelt beside the loose brick beneath the cracked sink. His fingers found the leather pouch exactly where he had hidden it. Inside were several glass vials.

The Polyjuice Potion still shimmered with metallic swirls. He uncorked one. The familiar smell of overcooked cabbage and bitter herbs filled the room.

"This is just curiosity," he whispered.

He drank. Immediately the potion burned all the way down his throat. The sensation returned far faster than he remembered. His stomach tightened. His arms grew heavy. His shoes suddenly felt too small. Harry leaned against the sink as the transformation spread through him.

His chest widened. His shoulders stretched outward. His sleeves crept toward his elbows as thick forearms swelled beneath them. His hands became broad and rough. His neck thickened. His jaw pushed outward with a dull ache. The muscles of his back expanded until his Gryffindor jumper strained against them. His trousers became painfully tight around his thighs.

Then—

Everything stopped. Harry took a slow breath. He looked into the mirror. Gregory Goyle stared back. The broad face. The thick neck. The heavy brow. Dark, cropped hair. He take off his glasses. Perfect eyesight. Harry blinked several times. The world looked strangely... clear. No lenses. No frames. Nothing between him and the castle. He raised one enormous hand to his face.

"My eyes..."

He smiled despite himself.

"I forgot."

Then he looked down. The smile vanished.

His Gryffindor clothes were a disaster. His jumper stretched so tightly across his chest that the seams groaned whenever he breathed. His trousers barely reached his ankles. Every movement threatened to split the fabric.

"I can't leave like this."

After an hour, Harry watched uneasily as his massive fingers slowly narrowed. His shoulders shrank. The oversized clothes slipped awkwardly from his body. Within moments he was Harry Potter once again.

Keeping to the empty corridors, Harry hurried toward Hogwarts' laundry rooms. House-elves worked silently among towering stacks of freshly washed uniforms. Before any of them noticed him, Harry quietly searched through a pile of clothing awaiting repair.

He found exactly what he needed. A plain white shirt several sizes larger than his own. Black trousers with a wide waist. An unused Slytherin uniform neatly folded beside them. He hesitated. The green robes felt surprisingly heavy in his hands.

"This is only practical," he muttered.

He bundled everything under one arm before slipping back into the corridors. He dressed quickly in the larger shirt and trousers. They hung loosely from his slim frame.Then he uncorked a second vial. He stared at it for several seconds.

Harry drank. The second transformation came even more smoothly than the first. Almost eagerly. His body expanded into Goyle's once again.

This time there was no panic. Only anticipation. The borrowed clothes stretched comfortably over his larger frame. No seams protested. No fabric threatened to tear.

He studied his reflection. For the first time since drinking the potion...Nothing looked wrong. Only one problem remained. His feet.

Transformed, the borrowed shoes from Gryffindor pinched painfully around his now much larger feet.

"I'll need Goyle's."

Crossing into the Slytherin dungeon felt strangely natural. No portraits questioned him. No ghosts paid him any attention. Students barely glanced his way. To them, Gregory Goyle had simply returned after wandering the castle.

Harry entered the boys' dormitory with surprising confidence. Crabbe was lying on his bed, lazily reading a Quidditch magazine.

"There you are," Crabbe grunted.

"Thought you'd got lost."

Harry gave the simplest answer he could think of.

"Took a while."

Crabbe shrugged.

"Wanted to play Exploding Snap?"

"Maybe later."

Apparently that was enough. Crabbe returned to his magazine without another question. Harry quietly crossed the room until he found another large bed surrounded by untidy belongings. Large boots rested beneath it.

His size. He slipped them on. Perfect. Not merely comfortable— Natural.

As he stood upright again, Harry caught sight of himself in the dormitory mirror.

A tall, broad-shouldered Slytherin boy looked back at him. No scar. No glasses. No famous face. No one stared. No one whispered. No one expected anything extraordinary. For the first time in months... Harry Potter had disappeared. And strangely... He wasn't sure he missed him.

The next week, Harry established a routine. Attend classes. Finish his homework. Visit Hermione in the hospital wing. Wait until the castle had fallen asleep. Then disappear.

The hidden vials beneath Myrtle's sink became part of his nightly ritual. Each time he drank the Polyjuice Potion, the transformation came a little faster. A little smoother. As if his body had begun remembering Gregory Goyle.

Harry no longer counted the hours. He counted the evenings. One evening became three. Three became six. Soon, slipping into Goyle's body felt almost as ordinary as putting on a different set of robes.

He no longer gasped as his shoulders broadened. He no longer stared in disbelief when his glasses became unnecessary. Instead, he calmly folded them into his pocket before the transformation had even finished.

"My eyesight..."

He smiled.

"...still perfect."

The novelty should have faded. Instead, it became one of the things he missed most whenever the potion wore off. Life inside Slytherin House proved strangely uncomplicated. Crabbe never asked difficult questions. Malfoy expected little more than agreement. The older students barely acknowledged Goyle unless they needed someone to carry books, move furniture, or stand nearby looking intimidating.

Harry discovered something unexpected. Being underestimated was peaceful. No professors watched him suspiciously. No portraits whispered his name. Nobody wondered if he was the Heir of Slytherin. When he walked through the dungeon corridors, he was invisible in the best possible way. Not because of magic. Because nobody cared.

Meanwhile, Harry Potter still existed. He attended Gryffindor classes every morning.He laughed with Ron. He brought Hermione books from the library.

But something felt... Different. One afternoon, while changing after Quidditch practice, Harry paused. His school trousers felt tighter than usual. He frowned.

"That's odd."

He had always been lean. Now his thighs filled the fabric more noticeably. His shoulders also seemed a little broader beneath his shirt. Nothing dramatic. Nothing anyone else would notice. Probably. He blamed Quidditch.

The changes continued. Every morning after a night spent as Goyle, Harry noticed something new.His palms seemed slightly larger. His grip stronger. His appetite greater. He found himself reaching automatically for second helpings at breakfast. Then third. Ron looked up from his plate.

"Hungry today?"

Harry blinked.

"I suppose I am."

Ron laughed.

"Brilliant. More bacon for you means less for Fred."

Harry smiled faintly. He hadn't realised he'd already finished nearly everything on his plate. Three days later, Harry caught himself standing before the mirror in the Gryffindor dormitory. He rolled up his sleeves.

His forearms looked thicker. Not muscular. Simply... Heavier. His hands seemed broader than he remembered. The differences were tiny. Almost impossible to measure. But Harry knew his own body. Something was changing. He whispered the thought aloud.

"It can't be the Polyjuice."

The potion wasn't supposed to leave permanent effects. Was it?

Hermione remained confined to the hospital wing. The cat-like features had faded considerably, but traces still lingered around her eyes and ears. Madam Pomfrey insisted she stay for observation. Harry visited every evening. Hermione always asked the same question.

"Everything alright?"

Harry always smiled.

"Everything's fine."

She believed him. Or perhaps she wanted to. Ron usually did most of the talking anyway, describing Quidditch practice and lessons while Harry remained unusually quiet.

Hermione noticed.

"You seem tired."

"Just sleeping badly."

Another lie. One that became easier each day. One evening, after leaving the hospital wing, Harry returned to Myrtle's bathroom. He uncorked another vial. Only a few remained now. The potion swirled lazily inside the glass.

"You should stop."

The voice surprised him. Myrtle floated upside down near the ceiling, watching him.

"You keep coming back."

Harry looked away.

"It's only until they're gone."

Myrtle tilted her head.

"Is that really why?"

Harry didn't answer. He drank. The familiar warmth spread through him. His body expanded with remarkable ease. His shirt tightened. His chest broadened. His neck thickened. His glasses slipped from his face before he casually caught them in one large hand. He smiled without thinking.

It no longer hurt. It simply... Fit. Nearly two hours later, Harry waited for the potion to wear off. He sat alone on the bathroom floor. The change began gently. His heavy muscles softened.His height decreased. His jaw narrowed. His glasses returned to his face. When the transformation ended, Harry remained seated.He stared at his hands. They were Harry's hands again.

Yet... Not completely.

His fingers still looked slightly broader than before. The sleeves of his Gryffindor jumper hugged his forearms more closely than they had a week ago. He stood. His shirt pulled faintly across his shoulders. Harry frowned.

"That's impossible."

He looked into the cracked mirror. Harry Potter looked back. Messy black hair. Round glasses. Green eyes. The lightning scar. But there was something undeniably different. His face appeared a little fuller. His jaw just slightly squarer. His frame no longer looked quite as slight as it once had. The potion had ended. Yet Gregory Goyle had not disappeared completely.

For the first time, Harry wondered whether part of the transformation had decided to stay.

The changes were no longer easy to ignore. Harry had stopped timing the Polyjuice Potion altogether. Some nights it lasted two hours. Others, nearly four.

There was no pattern anymore. The transformations came quickly, and the return to his own body had become frustratingly unpredictable.

Each time he waited for the familiar warmth to fade...it lingered.

Hermione had finally left the hospital wing. The last traces of feline features had disappeared, and Madam Pomfrey had reluctantly declared her fit to return to classes.

"You've been quiet lately," Hermione observed over breakfast.

Harry shrugged.

"Just tired."

Ron nodded.

"He's been exhausted for weeks."

Hermione frowned.

"You're sleeping enough?"

Harry forced a smile.

"I'll be fine."

She wasn't convinced.

That evening Harry became Goyle once again. The transformation felt almost effortless now. His shoulders broadened. His neck thickened. His hands swelled until they completely filled the sleeves of the Slytherin uniform.

His glasses came off almost automatically. He slipped them into his pocket without even thinking. Perfect vision greeted him again. He spent several peaceful hours in the Slytherin common room. Malfoy complained about Lockart's homework. Crabbe absent-mindedly demolished an entire plate of pastries. Nobody expected Harry Potter to answer difficult questions. Nobody asked him to make decisions. Nobody watched him. Harry simply existed.

It was... restful. Near midnight he quietly slipped away. He expected the potion to fade before reaching Gryffindor Tower. It didn't.

By the time he whispered the password to the Fat Lady beneath his Invisibility Cloak, Gregory Goyle was still staring back whenever he caught his reflection in dark windows.

Harry frowned.

"That's never happened before."

The portrait swung open. The common room was silent. Only dying embers glowed inside the fireplace. Every armchair stood empty. He crossed the room slowly, listening to the steady ticking of the grandfather clock. No footsteps. No voices.

Everyone was asleep. Instead of climbing directly toward the boys' dormitory, Harry turned toward the adjoining washroom.

Moonlight filtered through the tall windows, reflecting across the polished stone floor. A long mirror stretched along one wall. Harry stopped in front of it . For several moments, he simply looked.

Gregory Goyle looked back. The broad shoulders. The heavy chest. The square jaw. The thick neck disappearing into the collar of his robes.

Harry slowly removed the robe and folded it over a nearby bench. Then the green tie. Then the white shirt. Standing in nothing more than his trousers, he studied himself with quiet concentration. His chest rose and fell steadily. He lifted one heavy arm, turning it slowly beneath the pale moonlight. His forearm looked thick enough to dwarf Harry Potter's. He flexed his hand experimentally. The broad fingers closed into a powerful fist.

"It still feels..."

He searched for the right word.

"...natural."

He turned sideways. The reflection showed a solid frame that occupied far more space than his own ever had. He rested a hand against his shoulder, then traced the line of his arm with quiet curiosity, as though committing every detail to memory.

He expected the transformation to begin fading. Nothing happened.

A floorboard creaked behind him. Harry froze. Someone had entered the washroom.

He turned sharply. Ron Weasley stood in the doorway, barefoot, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Ron stared. His expression shifted from confusion...to disbelief.

"Goyle?"

Harry instinctively took one step backward.

"No..."

Ron narrowed his eyes. Then recognition slowly dawned.

"Harry?"

Silence. Ron looked from the folded Gryffindor clothes on the bench...to Harry's glasses resting beside the sink...then back to Goyle's face. His own face went pale.

"What are you doing?"

Harry opened his mouth. Nothing came out. Ron glanced at the mirror.

"You were just standing there..."

His voice became quieter.

"...looking at yourself."

"I was waiting for it to wear off."

Ron frowned.

"It's been hours that you deasapear."

"I know."

Harry looked down at his large hands.

"It should have ended."

"But it hasn't."

Ron stepped closer.

"How many times have you done this?"

Harry hesitated.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I stopped counting."

Ron stared at him in horrified silence. Harry answered so naturally that he barely noticed what he had said. Ron did. The words lingered between them. Neither spoke for several seconds. Finally Ron whispered,

"We need to tell Hermione."

Harry immediately shook his head.

"No."

"Harry—"

"No."

His answer came faster than intended. Too sharp. Too defensive. Ron blinked.

"You've been hiding this from us."

Harry lowered his gaze.

"I wasn't ready."

Ron looked once more at the mirror, where Gregory Goyle still stood despite the passing hours. For the first time since the Chamber of Secrets investigation had begun, Ron felt something he had never expected to feel toward his best friend. Not confusion. Not anger. Fear. Because the Polyjuice Potion should have worn off long ago. And yet Harry was still looking back from the mirror with Gregory Goyle's face.

Harry's transformation finally broke just before dawn. He was halfway back to his bed when the familiar warmth suddenly vanished. His shoulders narrowed. His heavy muscles softened. His jaw drew inward. The weight disappeared from his limbs.

A moment later, Harry Potter stood in the empty corridor once more, breathing hard as his glasses slipped back onto his face. Ron let out a long breath.

"Thank Merlin..."

Harry looked down at his own hands. Thin again. Smaller. Fragile. He didn't share Ron's relief. The following morning, Ron insisted on speaking with Hermione. The three of them met in an unused classroom after dinner. Hermione listened without interrupting while Ron described everything he had seen.

"...he was just standing there," Ron finished quietly.

Hermione's face slowly lost its colour.

"That's impossible."

"I know."

"The Polyjuice Potion should never last that long."

"It did."

Silence settled over the room.

Finally Hermione spoke.

"Harry..."

He avoided her eyes.

"How many doses?"

"I don't know."

"You truly don't know?"

"I stopped counting."

Hermione closed her eyes briefly.

"I was afraid you'd say that."

She began searching every book she could find on advanced potion theory. Three evenings later she spread several heavy volumes across a library table.

"I've found references to prolonged magical adaptations."

Harry looked up.

"But?"

Hermione hesitated.

"Not with Polyjuice."

Ron frowned.

"What does that mean?"

"It means nobody has ever recorded someone taking it this often."

She turned another page.

"The potion imitates another person's body."

Harry nodded.

"I know."

Hermione looked directly at him.

"But repeated exposure might encourage the body to remain in that borrowed form longer each time."

Ron swallowed.

"And eventually?"

Hermione didn't answer immediately.

Finally she whispered,

"I don't know."

From that day onward, Ron and Hermione watched Harry constantly. Whenever classes ended, one of them stayed with him. Whenever Harry disappeared for too long, Ron searched the castle. Hermione quietly inspected Myrtle's bathroom more than once. Harry said nothing. He simply waited. Waited for an opportunity. Waited for them to become distracted.

He thought about the final vial every day. Sometimes every hour.

Several classmates casually remarked that Quidditch training seemed to be "bulking him up."

Harry knew better.

Every morning he compared himself with his reflection. He missed feeling Goyle's fuller shape.

"You have to stop."

Hermione's voice was firm. They stood once again inside Myrtle's bathroom. Ron had discovered the hidden pouch. Only one glass vial remained. Hermione held it tightly.

"I'm serious."

Harry stared at it.

"You don't understand."

"No."

Her voice shook.

"I understand perfectly."

She lifted the bottle.

"This has gone too far."

Harry took a slow step forward.

"Give it back."

"No."

"It belongs to me."

Harry's expression hardened.

Ron stepped between them.

"Harry..."

He raised both hands.

"Listen to her."

Harry's jaw clenched.

"Weasley."

Ron blinked. Harry had never called him that before.

"What?"

"Stop pissing me off! Weasley."

The name came again. Cold. Dismissive. Almost contemptuous.

"Move."

Ron stared at him. Hermione looked horrified.

"Harry..."

He didn't even seem to hear her. She took another cautious step.

"Harry, please."

His eyes turned toward her. For an instant they looked unfamiliar.

"Tired of lecturing everyone?"

She froze. Then came the words neither Ron nor Hermione ever imagined hearing from him.

"Give me the bottle, Mudblood."

The silence that followed was absolute. Harry himself looked startled for half a heartbeat. As though some distant part of him had recognised what he had just said.Then the hesitation disappeared.

He snatched the vial from Hermione's hand. Ron lunged forward.

"Harry, don't—"

Too late. Harry uncorked it. The remaining Polyjuice Potion disappeared in a single swallow. The transformation exploded through him.

Unlike every previous dose, there was no struggle. No pain.No resistance. His body welcomed it. His shoulders expanded with effortless certainty. His chest broadened.

His neck thickened. His face settled naturally into Gregory Goyle's familiar features. His eyesight sharpened before he even remembered removing his glasses.

They slipped from his fingers onto the stone floor. Neither Harry nor Ron bent to retrieve them. The silence lasted several long seconds. Then... Nothing.

No lingering warmth. No expectation that the magic would fade. Only stillness. Gregory Goyle took one slow breath. He flexed his broad fingers. Ran one hand across his heavy jaw. Touched his thick neck. Rested both hands against his broad chest.

Everything felt... Right. He turned toward the mirror. The reflection felt utterly familiar. Not borrowed. Not temporary. He smiled faintly. As though recognizing an old friend.

"So..."

His deeper voice was calm.

"...this is me."

Ron stared in horror.

"Harry..."

No answer. Hermione whispered,

"The transformation..."

Her voice broke.

Gregory looked at them both with quiet detachment. There was no anger on his face anymore. Only certainty. He picked up the neatly folded Slytherin robes. One piece at a time, he dressed himself.

The robes settled comfortably across his broad shoulders. The green tie sat perfectly beneath his thick neck. He slipped his feet into Goyle's shoes. Every movement felt instinctive.

He glanced once toward Harry's abandoned glasses lying on the floor.

For a moment... He searched his memory. They seemed strangely familiar. Then even that feeling drifted away. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Ron took one desperate step after him.

"Harry!"

Gregory paused only briefly. Without looking back, he replied,

"My name is Goyle."

Then he continued down the dungeon corridors. When he entered the Slytherin common room, no one reacted with surprise. Crabbe merely looked up from a game of Exploding Snap.

"There you are."

Gregory nodded.

"Yeah."

Malfoy barely glanced in his direction.

"About time."

"Why are you so surprised that you cannot read this, you're not Arab, you're a pale white American," Hashim said so casually with a knowing smirk

Hamad's eyes went wide as he realized that his complexion started to get lighter. Is this really happening???

"You're such a unique finding, Matt. It's not everyday you spotted a gay, muscular 245 lbs American frat bros in the wild, you know? But thankfully I grabbed that fat bouncy ass of yours in the club and made you mine ever since," Hashim said as he freely explored his world-building to create his boyfriend next perfect form in accordance to his fantasy

And just like that, Hamad found his body swell to match the description mentioned by Hashim. His muscle grown, his ass turned rounder and he felt this ghostly feeling of the tight hole getting looser by the second as muscle memories of receiving cocks in various shape entered his mind. He even started to lose his connection to the Hamad's name as it became a foreign entity that will be gone from his system soon with more information provided by Hashim

"Not only that, a gay, muscular 245 lbs American frat bros with domination kink by Arab men. That shit is the only thing that makes you really hard. Not other football bros tight ass that you pounced a couple times in the past. Not those expert cocksucking twink that didn't even manage to make you squirt one out. Only Arabs. What's up with that, huh? Guilt from your father and uncles tour of Iraq? Or are you just a big brute bottom after all, desiring to be handled by real men and since your first sight was a giant Arab cock of your dorm-mate in your freshman year, that's the only thing that filled your mind, am I right?"

All Hashim statement treated as the truth by the tranced Matt, his body and psyche conformed to all the statement Hashim said. As Matt found himself eventually cornered to the bed and fall on his back to the mattress, Hashim blown the candle to eventually finalize his wish and smirked

"Now, open up that mouth and make me the happiest man in my birth day. It's only right after all that I have a brand new toy to play with until my next's birthday. Say aaaa---"

“I’m starting to grow used to this human vessel you know.” Veildorm admitted as he allowed his hands to glide down his torso as he had many times before. He could still feel the satisfying itch of body hair beneath his fingers despite the thin translucent fabric clinging to his form. It did very little to hide the masculine elegance of his new body. “I truly didn’t expect it to feel so… comfortable.”

“That is… great news sir.” A slender, blue skinned alien rattled from behind Veildorm. Standing by idly with his three spindly arms folded behind his back. Eyes fluttering and antenna twitching nervously in the presence of his commander. “If I’m not mistaken, the doctors made sure to give you the most ideal of the male humans we had in stock.”

Veildorm turned to his nervously jittering assistant who seemed clueless as ever. “I’m aware. I requested this human for that exact reason. Mature but still young. High levels of testosterone. Most ideal distribution of fat, muscle mass and body hair.” He paused for a moment as his gaze landed on the not so subtle bulge between his legs. “And impressive levels of virility.” He allowed a lazy hand to graze his crotch, his professional composure slipping for a fraction of a second before returning. “I’ve had my eye on him for some time. On earth he would be considered an ideal mate. Still, I did not expect it to feel this pleasant.”

———

Months Prior…

The Archosians were a very curious species known for sticking their noses where, quite honestly, they didn't belong. Originating from their home planet Archolm-Rem, they’ve spread themselves out across the galaxy thanks to their advanced space tech. They were far more technologically evolved than any other species in the known universe. It was all thanks to their insatiable appetite for both knowledge and advancement. A crusade in which their home world suffered the consequences of. It was stripped bare of all its natural resources until the Archosians were forced to leave in droves.

Nowadays fleets of Archosian ships wander the universe scouting out other planets. Most of these planets they attempted to colonise for the sake of creating new homes for themselves while some planets they used purely to strip resources from. But none of these planets they came across were as perfect as Archolm-Rem had once been in its prime. It’d been a gorgeous blue pearl of a planet rich with life before their species had ruined it. And since abandoning it, no other planet had come close to its natural beauty. All just hideous rocks and gas clouds good for nothing but temporary refuge and resources. That is until one fleet, led by commander Veildorm, discovered a quaint little world sat in the solar system that orbited YellowSun-68Y9.

It was beautiful. In many ways this world was the spitting image of Archolm-Rem. Vast shimmering oceans surrounding land that, upon inspection, was bustling with life. Such a mass variety of biomes such lush green forests, sandy deserts, snowy tundras and stunning mountain scapes. And it wasn’t just rich with plant life, but animal life as well. All serving to cultivate a balanced ecosystem that helped to sustain the natural order.

With one exception.

As Veildorm’s fleet spied on this little gem of a planet from the other side of the solar system, they very quickly deduced who the dominant species were. They were bipedal simion-like creatures that’d evolved to have what appeared to be high levels of intellect. Not as high as Archosians but still impressive nonetheless. Enough so that they managed to come out on top despite there being so many bigger and stronger predators on their world. Upon further surveillance Veildorm’s crew was able to deduce that these creatures called themselves Humans and that they’d named their planet ‘Earth’. And in many ways they seemed similar to the Archosians in their own much slower but still determined efforts to further themselves and their technology. As such it was clear they were making the same mistake the Archosians did. Slowly ruining their planet with little regard. All for the sake of what they likely deemed to be necessary progress.

Unlike Humans, The Archosians had learned from their mistakes. As such, when Commander Veildorm reported back to the council about their findings in regards to Planet Earth, a decision was soon made. They would continue to use the other planets they’d conquered as colonies and wells of resources but Earth would become their new Motherworld. And this time they plan to preserve and respect it the way they should’ve done with Archolm-Rem. The way Humans likely never will.

But they couldn’t just launch a full scale invasion. Something like that would defeat the point. The Archosians would surely win but there’s a high possibility they’d end up decimating a huge portion of the planet in the process. That simply wouldn’t do. So instead the high council ordered Commander Veildorm to stay covert for now and to continue monitoring Planet Earth so that they can learn as much as they can before deciding on their next move.

And so they did for many months. Always remaining a safe distance away from the planet to avoid detection. But from so far away, there was only so much they could do. Visuals weren’t always the best and any picking up radio waves from this far away only yielded crackling half conversations at best. At this rate getting any real intel would take forever and Veildorm was getting impatient. He’d been ordered by the high council to abstain from any kind of contact with earth until their say-so but he just couldn’t sit on his hands anymore. Not when he’d already come up with a plan to streamline the gathering of intel.

And so Veildorm took matters into his own hands when he ordered some of his crew to take a dozen small shuttles directly to Earth. It only took them a few days to reach the planet and once they closed in, the invaders deployed anti-detection fields around their ships to prevent them from being picked up by any earthly radars. It wouldn’t have worked for the bigger fleet ships but the shuttles were just small enough that they were able to enter Earth’s atmosphere undetected. Once they made it just above the clouds, the squad of twelve split up in different directions across the globe.

Their mission was a simple one. Abduct a variety of humans and bring them back to the fleet for testing and extraction of information. They were to complete this mission as swiftly and covertly as possible to avoid any and all detection. It was risky but the rewards would be significant. That’s why Veildorm assigned his best pilots to the job.

Each shuttle scouted out quiet and more remote areas in search of lone humans to snatch up and sedate. They all had enough space to carry ten humans on board making for a total of one hundred and twenty human subjects to be whisked away and shoved under an eager microscope by Veildorm and his crew. There were a few close calls but the mission was a success. An example being how one man had witnessed his older brother being taken and as such he was quickly abducted too. And similarly a big burly farmer had almost saved his wife from being vacuumed up only for them both to get taken instead. Despite that though, the team was in the clear. Soon enough they regrouped to begin the ascent back up into the stars and towards the hidden fleet across the solar system with ten dozen humans in tow.

When they returned a few days later, the humans were unloaded from the shuttles and onto the flagship where Commander Veildorm watched with a smirk. He was elated to finally see some humans up close after spying on them for so long. Each of them strapped into a hovering transport cart as they were split up into different groups. Each group was taken to different facilities around the ship so they could undergo different forms of testing.

Group A was made of eight humans, four of each sex. Groups B, C, D and E all had twenty five humans each. And finally Group F contained twelve humans of equal sex.

Group A were the unfortunate souls that were sent to be dissected for the purpose of learning about the human anatomy and the inner workings of both male and female bodies. Luckily they were only the smallest group. The rest of the humans suffered far less cruel fates by comparison. Not that they knew that.

Groups B and C for example were used for the purpose of extracting information. B was interrogated the traditional way. Being told to give up any and all information they had about Earth from the tiniest details about their personal lives to anything they knew about the wider world and the rest of the human race. Not much encouragement was needed beyond the promise that they’d be returned home safely if they cooperated. Of course that promise was completely hollow but the poor human subjects didn’t need to know that. On the other hand, Group C was taken for a much more unorthodox method of extracting information. It entailed getting hooked up to some very advanced technology that would scan their brains in an attempt to artificially pull information out of their memory banks. It wasn’t completely accurate and certainly couldn’t pull out everything but it was good at snatching little nuggets of information that ordinary interrogation methods might not have dug up.

Then there were the reactionary groups, D and E. Both were being monitored on their reactions to external stimuli to see how humans operate under different circumstances. One of those groups was subjected to things that were more abstract like sounds, images, smells and such like. Meanwhile the other group was given more direct and physical tasks to complete like puzzles or exercise. All these humans were fitted with devices to monitor their bodily activity to see what kinds of chemical reactions arose throughout each experience and interaction. They learned a lot about the inner workings of human brains from these groups.

Lastly there was Group F. This group was strapped down and surrounded by Archosian scientists who were more than eager to poke and prod curiously at their human forms. They went through just about everything that a conspiracy theorist might expect after being abducted by aliens. Having their body parts squeezed and pinched at. Having small hairs plucked and blood samples drawn for additional testing. Being injected with all kinds of compounds with antidotes on standby as they tested human immune responses. Making notes on all the major differences between the males and females. Namely their muscle and bone structure and how the males on average seemed to be hairier and ape-like whereas the females were typically smaller and capable of producing milk for their offspring. Not to mention their reproductive organs which were particularly interesting to the Archosians. After all they were a species of a singular sex, capable of reproducing asexually. Hence they couldn’t help finding the concept of differing sexual organs to be particularly intriguing. Especially with how those organs seemed to respond when stimulated. It was fascinating.

———

Commander Veildorm had overseen all of the experiments. He’d watch either from behind surveillance cameras or by venturing around each facility so he could inspect each group in person. The Humans were being sustained via nutrient and calorie dense fluids designed with each individual Human in mind. They were also given optimal exercise so they could maintain whatever physical condition they were in upon arrival, no matter how big or small they were.

It was fascinating getting to observe them. They looked so different with their soft skin and flat faces as opposed to the tough scales and longer snouts the Archosians possessed. All that hair. Only two arms and legs. They were built so unlike the aliens that’d abducted them and yet Veildorm couldn’t help seeing a certain elegance to the human form. It was so simple and symmetrical. So satisfying in its curves and ridges across various shapes. No matter whether they were Fit or Fat. Hairy or Not. Male or Female. Veildorm found beauty in them all that quite honestly matched the beauty of their home planet. And many of the Archosians aboard his fleet, scientists in particular, were also starting to share his views.

In truth though, Veildorm had taken a particular liking to the male humans. He was fond of their sharper features and bulkier forms in comparison to their female counterparts. There was something so raw about them that mixed rather curiously with their high intellect. It almost didn’t make sense for such intelligent creatures to have such a primal way about them. Whether it be in their looks or the way they conducted themselves in their society. “Fascinating…” Veildorm would mumble to himself quite frequently whenever he observed studies of or read through the finding in regards to the male humans. The females were interesting too in their own ways but the males just sparked something in the Commander that always seemed to hold his attention.

Cocks. They were such amusing things. Tantalising even. Just like the rest of the body, they could come in all shapes and sizes. Some long, some girthy. Some straight, some curved. But one thing they all shared was how the pleasure centres in the male brain all seemed to light up like burning stars whenever the cocks were stimulated. And no matter how much the males protested against it, if their cocks were stimulated enough they would start to grow. Rising from their usually soft state to stiff and sometimes intimidating length, bucking eagerly whether they wanted it or not. Veildorm soon discovered that the human term for this was an ‘erection’. He was enamoured by the concept. Human males being capable of growing their sex organs was unlike anything in Archosian biology. And if the stimulation continued while the cock was erect, they would inevitably be forced to ejaculate a milky white fluid. Yet another act they couldn’t control much like the erection itself and one that seemed to cause even more immense pleasure. So much so that most males would briefly devolve into deep groans and roars as they unwillingly unloaded their seed. Apparently this was called an orgasm. Something both sexes seemed to experience but in slightly different ways.

“P-please… stop. No more… no more…” One of the males had begged while Veildorm was in the room watching as he was being milked over and over. His cock had been stimulated endlessly for about twenty four hours in an experiment to see if there was any limit to the amount of semen a human male could produce. It was the burly farmer who’d tried to save his wife from abduction. He might’ve seemed intimidating had not been bound and reduced to a squirming mess begging for relief. It was amazing how sensitivity of the penis seemed to spike to an almost painful degree upon prolonged stimulation after the initial orgasm. And as the bearish man was forced to produce more of his seed, it was collected into containers alongside the other males for further research just like all the other various DNA samples.

“Sir. Upon examination it would appear that the unique gland male humans have inside their rectum can act as an alternative means of producing an orgasm. They call it a prostate. We believe that with enough stimulation, this gland can quickly cause an erection and make them produce semen without the need to touch their penis.” One of the scientists had explained to Veildorm after comparing notes from the scientists working with the other groups. “Do you want us to test the theory on a few of them?”

Veildorm’s three bright yellow eyes scanned the poor human men who looked oh so broken and defeated. Then eventually returning his gaze to the scientists. “You may proceed but on the condition that I decide which of them you are to test this experiment with.”

The scientists nodded. “Of course Commander.”

Of all the men that’d been abducted, there was one in particular that had caught Veildorm’s attention from the moment they arrived on the ship. He was a male in the prime of his life, mature but not yet burdened by the slow decay of aging. He seemed to have the most splendid muscle to fat ratio, granting him a large and powerful physique that was as aesthetically pleasing as it was impressive. He almost seemed like he was more evolved than all the other males with how he’d managed to increase his muscle mass far beyond the average. It gave him this air of superiority even if not intentional. And to add to that he had a very healthy amount of body and facial hair that seemed to decorate his form in a way that only exuded more dominance. The cherry on top being his well endowed penis which, according to research, was a highly valued attribute amongst males. That alongside his physical strength made him quite the alpha amongst his species.

“This one. 109. Kenneth Barnes.” Veildorm announced while running a finger down the hulking man’s fuzzy pecs and along his abs. “He’s strong. As such I’m very curious to see how he reacts under the probe.”

One of the scientists nodded again. “Subject 109 AKA Kenneth Barnes. He’ll be added to the list immediately sir.”

Veildorm bit his long snake-like tongue in anticipation. Kenneth Barnes. That earthly name had been seared into his memory. It was no wonder with how often he checked that hunk’s record to see any and all updates on him no matter how small. He’d already given explicit orders for his scientists to be extra attentive with Subject 109 for how luxurious of a human he was. Like gold amongst silver. As such Veildorm didn’t pay much mind to the other two men he chose for the experiment. At this point there was only one human he truly cared about.

———

“NO! DON'T YOU FUCKUNG DARE! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM MY ASS! DON’T YO-UUURRRAAHHHHHHGH!!” Kenneth wailed as a girthy, almost penile, probe was speared into his tight virgin ass. Bypassing his thick muscular glutes that’d been parted by the forceful spreading of his legs, making it easy for the well lubed device to plunge deep inside his hole. His entire body tensed up as he fought with all his strength against the restraints to no avail. All while a symphony of desperate pained howls escaped his bearded lips as the probe began pumping generously in and out of his hole.

At first Veildorm couldn’t help but find it puzzling as to why Kenneth and the other two selected men were so terrified by the probe. He didn’t think it was much different from having their cocks stimulated. And yet they were far more hysterical than ever before. However one of the scientists soon explained to the Commander that this strong aversion to anal stimulation was very much a cultural thing amongst heterosexual males. Most considered to be shameful and what they called ‘emasculating’ and was only something that homosexual males typically partook in. As such, having them undergo an experiment like that was likely an enormous blow to their pride and ego. Two things that human males took in high regard.

“G-GETUUH… IT-T… OUUUTTAAHUU…” Kenneth gasped through roars and wails of anguish. His hole being forcibly stretched as the probe pounded against his prostate. His face twisting with pained disgust as he tried his hardest to fight against his body’s natural response to it. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t stop his cock from stiffening to full length at the unwanted pleasure of his prostate being tapped over and over. It wasn’t long before he was leaking shamefully like a broken faucet. Pre-cum dripping in heavy globs from the tip of his penis and into a collection vat below. Just like the other two men beside him.

Before long all three of them were shooting load after load like helpless cum cows. Forced to endure some of the most powerful orgasms to have ever ripped through their bodies. And it was torture. All the other subjects from their group could only watch and listen in horror from the other end of the facility. All sympathetic towards the trio while simultaneously thankful that they themselves had escaped such a fate.

“How interesting that they would view something like this as shameful.” Veildorm had commented while keeping his eyes firmly planted on Kenneth. Watching at that broad hairy and now very sweaty chest rose and fell with every shaky breath. “On one hand the males view being able to produce lots of potent ejaculate as something to be proud of. And yet when faced with stimulation of the prostate to improve that production, they fight tooth and claw against it. Human psychology is so strange.”

Veildorm watched tentatively, going as far as to circle around Kenneth multiple times like a predator circling its prey. Watching the way the probe slid in between his colossal hairy cheeks. Observing how his penis jolted and swooned at each slam against his prostate. Scanning the way his thick muscles bulged and tightened with every unwanted orgasm seconds before another load of cum came flooding out. Ahhh cum. Just another human way of saying semen or ejaculate. Just like all the different words they had for penis. Veildorm found it amusing how humans had so many ways of saying the same thing.

“GAHHHUUHHHUUHH!” Kenneth howled through teary eyes as Veildorm personally increased the speed and aggression of his probe in particular. The wet sloshing sound of the lubricated device ravaging his hole only grew louder as Kenneth lost the ability to form words. Only being able to beg with his eyes. Eyes that’d once been so full of disobedience and a strong masculine will to fight back against his captors. But that fire had been extinguished, leaving behind a broken man.

And yet Veildorm remained fixated on Kenneth. So much so that even the scientists had begun to pick up on their Commander's special interest towards subject 109. There was just something so majestic about this alpha male form that Veildorm was becoming more and more obsessed with through every experiment. Even now as he watched a broken Kenneth wailing and groaning like an animal, he couldn’t help finding him rather beautiful to look at.

Veildorm had even begun to feel similarly towards most of the humans. Despite how different they were from Archosians in the physical appearance, he’d begun to develop an odd form of attraction towards them. The more he looked at them, the more he saw their elegance. Of course they weren’t flawless but those tiny imperfections each of them carried only made them more fascinating. And none of them were more elegant or fascinating than Kenneth. At least in Veildorm’s eyes. His attraction wasn’t sexual though. That wasn’t something Archosians experienced due to their asexual nature. It was more… aesthetic. He could see the appeal of it all. That combined with the intrigue he’d acquired for human psychology. Though he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t become incredibly curious as to what human sexuality must’ve felt like. Especially with how much pleasure those sexual organs seemed to bring…

“Keep them on the probes for a few more hours while you continue experiments with the others.” Veildorm had ordered. “After that, document all your findings on their changes in their mental and physical state.”

The scientists took heed of their Commander’s instructions as Veildorm turned to leave the Group F chamber. He still had to check up in person on the progress being made with the other Groups yet. Then he could return to his quarters where he’d continue to watch from the cameras. As he approached the door however, he turned and took one last look at Kenneth. Sprawled out. Huge hairy body on display. What a handsome creature that human was.

———

“We gave you a direct order NOT to engage with the planet or its inhabitants.” The voice of a member from the high council crackled over the monitor. “You were supposed to sit and observe. Nothing more. Why have you disobeyed us Commander?!”

Veildorm chewed the inside of his cheek. Somehow word of his operation had gotten back to the rest of the Archosians beyond his fleet. Someone aboard his ships must’ve snitched. He’d have to deal with that later.

“We were hardly gathering any kind of intel by observing. We would’ve been wasting so much time and resources had we continued to sit on our hands. So I made a professional call as the Commander of this fleet.” Veildorm explained while attempting to remain respectful of his superiors. “And it has paid off tremendously. Surely you must see that? My forces weren’t detected when gathering humans from the planet and now look at everything we’ve learned about them. The results speak for themselves!”

The council couldn’t deny Veildorm’s successes in this operation but they reprimanded him nonetheless. “Even so, the people of their world are bound to notice over a hundred of their kind going missing. That alone could put them on guard and make a takeover of their planet much more difficult. Have you even considered that factor?”

“I have.” Veildorm responded. Though in truth it was something he’d only considered after the fact but still. “And I have the perfect solution.”

“And what might that be Commander?” Another council member asked.

Veildorm smiled confidently. “My crew and I have been working tirelessly to perfect a procedure that’ll allow us to send the humans back to earth without any worries that they’ll tell the rest of their kind about us. And better yet, they’ll report to us.”

“And how do you figure that?”

“Because the Humans will be us. Archosian brains in Human bodies!”

It was a project that’d been in the works since the day after the abducted humans arrived on the fleet. Some of the greatest minds Veildorm had aboard his ship had been assigned to it as they gathered research from all the different groups. Accumulating all that knowledge into figuring out exactly how the Human brain worked to control the rest of the body. Then comparing it to how the Archosian brain worked in order to find some way of making Archosian brains compatible with Human bodies. It wasn’t an easy task in the slightest considering how different the two species were physically but the project had made some very encouraging progress. It required a lot of modifications needing to be made to the Archosian brain but it was most certainly possible.

“Fine.” Another council member had grunted after listening to Veildorm’s explanation of the project. “You may proceed. But if this plan costs us what could be our new home world, you will be held accountable Commander. Is that clear?”

Veildorm nodded slowly. “Yes. I understand. Thank you.”

And with that, the transmission ended.

———

It was only a few weeks later that the first real transplant had been a success. One brave crew member had volunteered to be put inside the body of a skinny but rather hairy human male who’d been abducted from his camping site in the woods. Subject 34 from Group C AKA Sam Beckket.

When the Volunteer woke up he struggled to adjust at first. Even though his own brain had been augmented to work inside the human body, it wouldn’t have made the experience any less disorienting. He clearly struggled with the reduced amount of limbs and a massively different centre of gravity. Walking wasn’t easy for him at first but he steadied himself eventually and was just about able to stand on his own.

Veildorm was in the room as he awoke. He wanted to witness this with his own eyes rather than through a camera lense. And needless to say he was impressed by the results.

“How does it feel to have the body of a human?” Veildorm would eventually ask once the alien inhabiting the body of Sam Beckket had some time to adjust.

“It feels… tingly. Somewhat feeble but also durable at the same time… somehow.” He was still getting used to the sound of his new voice too. “And also… fizzy? Like there’s this innate energy about it. I can hardly describe it. It’s like I’m sitting in limbo between being an intelligent creature and a primitive animal.” He flexed his fingers slightly before running them down the furry expanse of his flat male chest. “It feels nice. Very fluid and malleable. And sensitive…” He trailed off as his fingers started to slide southward towards his new genitals.

Veildorm watched with wonder as one of his crew began to experience human sexual pleasure for the very first time. Touching his new penis as it slowly began to grow stiff and large while explaining to the scientists around him the exact sensations he was experiencing as he stroked it. He was right. It seemed primitive for one of his own men to have so quickly succumbed to the urges of the Human body. But at the same time it seemed so freeing. The way he smiled and groaned as he touched himself. Not just his cock but his whole body. As if every nerve created some sense of wicked pleasure that only drew him closer to a level of ecstasy the Archosians had never known. No wonder he wasn’t able to stop himself before shooting a load of Human semen all over the floor in front of him.

“Safe to say there hasn’t been any complications then?” Veildorm asked one of the scientists as the man who was once Sam Beckket collapsed onto the chair behind him in euphoric exhaustion. Hands still roaming across his new Human face and experimenting with the sensitivity of his male nipples.

“Not that we can tell. We’ll need to monitor him closely for the next twenty four hours of course but I think it’s safe to say the project has been a success.” The scientists confirmed.

Veildorm nodded proudly. “Perfect. Let me know if anything comes up. Otherwise start making plans for the rest of the Humans and make sure their bodies are suitable for the procedure. Meanwhile I can start drafting in some crew members to become Humans like our friend Sam here.”

The new Sam only grinned dumbly, drunk on his human body. If a skinny male form like that could feel so wonderful, Veildorm could only imagine how divine a form like Kenneth’s might feel. The crew member who ended up with that body would be a lucky soul indeed he thought to himself. Yes. Lucky… very lucky indeed… hmmm…

———

“Suppose I’ve got no choice.” Veildorm muttered to himself in the solitude of his quarters. “I’ll have to add myself.

He’d been going over the plans for the next step in his scheme to take over Earth. Standing before a spread of plans and research as he buffed out the kinks in his operation based on the intel gathered from the humans. And just as he’d been finishing off his list of crew members to be placed inside each viable Human host, there was one slot he’d left blank. The slot for Subject 109. Kenneth.

Veildorm had written down a multitude of crew names next to Subject 109 but everything he found himself erasing the name. He told himself that he needed to find a crew member that was truly worthy of a deluxe human vessel. Reasoning that they’d need to have a particularly strong will and natural dominant streak to be able to handle such a body. He’d run through the names of everyone aboard his fleet but none of them seemed to make the cut for the imaginary standards Veildorm had created. Nobody except for one of course.

Himself.

Of course nobody was meeting the criteria he’d set for Subject 109 because the criteria was practically a self portrait. A leader. Intelligent, strong and capable. Has a strong spirit and sense of reason. Someone who commands respect and gives it in return. Perhaps it was a little pompous of him to believe he had all these traits and more in droves but then again… wouldn’t a Human alpha male also be a little pompous? It was a perfect fit right? And in which case, wouldn’t Veildorm be doing Kenneth a great disservice by putting someone less deserving in a body like his. Surely it was only right for Veildorm to take on that responsibility himself to make sure that glorious form ended up in the right hands. His.

Veildorm had to stop himself from salivating as he scribbled his name down next to Subject 109. Immediately after he took a long deep breath as he stared down at the completed list. For a brief moment he considered erasing his name like he had all the others next to Subject 109. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. How could he possibly let that body go to anyone but himself? Not after all the special attention he’d given to Kenneth across the time he and the other Humans had spent here. All those visits. All the times he’d run his three scaly hands over those hairy pecs. All the times he’d cupped that sharp and oddly alluring human face. No. It had to be Veildorm. It wouldn’t be right for anyone else to take that spot.

He tried to convince himself that the intense pounding in his chest was simply due to his anticipation. He wasn't being selfish. Not at all. He was sacrificing his Archosian body so that he could take on the burden of that gorgeous hunk of Human meat. All for the sake of his people. What could be more selfless than that?

Soon after Veildorm handed off the paperwork to his assistant Garlund who’d been standing just outside the room. He was a timid little thing who was usually good for nothing but running errands for the Commander. As such he didn’t waste any time rushing out of the room with said paperwork so it could be handed off to the team who was handling the transplant procedures.

And as he stood alone in his quarters knowing that his decision was now locked in, that pounding in his chest had evolved into a warm buzz that spread through his entire body. Archosians could not feel arousal the way Humans did but if they could, Veildorm had to imagine it wasn’t far from the excitement he was feeling now.

———

Another week passed since Veildorm signed himself up for the program. In that time many more successful transplants had been performed and there had yet to be a single failure. Both Male and Female humans had made for perfect hosts. Each having their original brains removed and replaced flawlessly with that of an Archosian. Only three of the Humans had been deemed incompatible due to chronic illnesses which made for a total of eleven when combined with the unfortunate Group A. Still that left one hundred and nine Humans who were perfectly eligible for takeover. And by now, fifty-five of those had already been converted as former Archosians acclimated to their new Human shells. Another five were currently in the process of being converted. That left only forty-nine humans who by now dreaded whatever their fate entailed. Not that they could do anything to stop it.

And amongst those forty nine sat Kenneth. Held in a suffocating suspense like the rest of the remaining Humans. Not currently strapped down to any testing tables or chairs but simply cuffed and left to sit in a desolate room until he was inevitably taken away for his ‘treatment’. Usually they were taken in batches of five and seemingly at random. The scientists came in the room one every day or two to collect the next set. They didn’t know exactly what was going to happen to them. All they did know was that all who were taken didn’t return. Except for one. The first man. The one who’d been taken all on his own. Sam Beckket.

Just over a week after poor Sam had been taken away for the first trial procedure. He was escorted back to the processing unit where the rest of the humans were still waiting. At first they were relieved to see Sam alive, believing there might be a chance they’ll survive whatever was going to happen to them. At first the only difference was that his head had been shaved. What was really odd however was the fact that he was no longer in cuffs or restraints.

It soon became clear that something had changed about Sam. They had no idea what at the time but he was acting weird. When he spoke it was like he was still trying to get all the syllables in each word correct. And the way he moved was almost uncanny. And during the hour he was left alone with the other humans, he asked them all kinds of strange questions with a look in his eyes that no longer seemed human. Almost like he was an offshoot of the Sam that a few of them had gotten to know over the time they’d been here. A doppelgänger. Something that only became more apparent when he’d started talking about how good it feels to be human while not elaborating on exactly what he meant.

“There is no need to worry my fellow Humans.” Sam would tell them. “We’ve all been chosen to be part of something so much greater.” He continued on. If the remaining humans didn’t know any better, they’d say Sam had been brainwashed. Especially with how he glorified the Archosians that stole them from their home as this all knowing race that’d come to save their planet. “Earth and Humanity will be so much better off in their hands.”

Once ‘Sam’s’ hour was up, some Archosians guards re-entered the room to collect him. No barking orders. No dragging or handcuffing. Simply treating Sam as if he was one of their own. Leaving the humans to only wonder what kind of fate had befallen him and soon them.

Only seconds after the one who called himself Sam had been escorted from the room. The door opened up again. Only this time it was the Commander of this fleet. Veildorm himself. He’d never actually proclaimed his rank before the Humans but most could tell that he was the one in charge simply by the unique uniform he wore and the way all the other Archosians seemed to bend around him.

Veildorm walked along the line of Humans. Eyeing each and every one of them while saying a single word. He paced back and forth a few times over, nice and slowly to really make them squirm. Only to finally stop on his seventh repetition right in front of his favourite subject. Dear old Kenneth.

Still silent, Veildorm kneeled down and stared closer at Kenneth. His three eyes locked with the Human’s two. Surprisingly enough however, Kenneth was the one to finally break the devastating silence that’d been sucking the oxygen from the air.

“What the hell do you want from us?” He asked sternly, trying to hold onto what little semblance of bravery he had left. Impressive considering all he’d been through. “What the hell do you want from me?” He specified.

Veildorm reached out and stroked a scaly six fingered hand against Kenneth’s bearded face. Flashing a toothy grin at the oh so handsome Human before him. “Everything.” Was all he said. A simple response that somehow managed to convey everything while explaining nothing. And with that response, Veildorm stood properly once again. He took one last look at Kenneth before turning on his heel towards the exit.

“Not long now.” Were the last words Veildorm muttered before leaving the Humans alone yet again.

———

It was only a few days after that when Veildorm found himself lying flat on an operating table. A needle plunged into one of his veins as the good doctors around him began to flood his system with a sedative. During which they reassured him they would take the utmost care with him and his selected Human vessel to assure no complications arose. Hearing that was enough to allow Veildorm to relax into the effects of the sedation as his eyes began to grow heavy.

Just before he slipped under, the last thing he thought about was Kenneth. His mind fogged up with the image of that oddly alluring Human form of his that Veildorm had been obsessed with. He pictured that heavy hairy chest and those broad thighs. Those powerful glutes and bulging arms. And that adorably handsome face. And to think that when he awoke… that would all belong to him. It almost didn’t seem real. But until reality could prove it, he’d slip away into blissful unconsciousness.

Once he was out, the scientists and doctors began their work. Carefully opening up Veildorm’s Archosian skull until his brain was exposed and ready for the taking. They gently removed it from its previous home, leaving Veildorm’s original body an empty husk while his Brain was transported across the OR.

Then came phase two. They couldn’t just cut out an Archosian brain and stuff it into a Human head. The two wouldn’t be compatible. Not naturally anyway. So some augmentation was in order. Some of the best surgical hands Veildorm had aboard his fleet worked tirelessly to remould certain parts of his disembodied brain matter. A few parts were even removed entirely while some new artificial pieces were added in. They had to be careful as to not damage anything along the way or it could risk leaving the Commander with an assortment of permanent mental injuries. Luckily they hadn’t made a mistake yet on any of their previous procedures and with all the practice, they were even less likely to do so now.

The modifications took the longest to complete because of how delicate of a process it was. Even when compared to safely removing a brain. But after a solid thirty seven hours of continuous surgery with doctors swapping in and out on shifts, Veildorm’s brain was finally ready and compatible with the Human body. As such it was left in a large preservative tube while the doctors moved onto phase three.

Inside the chamber where most of the remaining Humans were now being held, Kenneth thrashed about as three crew members tried to restrain him. They’d been sent to collect him at the request of the doctors. There was only so much of a fight he could put up while cuffed and naked. Thus, his efforts were in vain. The rest of the Humans could only watch in horror as the strongest of them was dragged away into the unknown, leaving them to sit knowing that sooner or later it would be their turn.

Kenneth was sedated soon after being strapped down to an operating table. As soon as he was out, they began by shaving his head completely bald. After which his skull was carefully cut open to reveal his Human brain sitting inside, pulsing gently. The doctors and scientists got to work surgically removing Kenneth’s brain from his body. Serving its connections to the body with great care. And once it was out, they placed it inside a jar of preservative fluid for safe keeping alongside all the other Human brains. And that’s where it would stay. After that his body was vacant with space for a new brain to move in.

Only after all the necessary preparations had been made did the fourth and final phase of the transplant get underway. It was the most important one of all. The tube-like canister containing Veildorm’s augmented brain was wheeled beside the operating table where Kenneth’s body lay. After one final check to make sure everything was in working order, tools, body and brain, they got to work one last time on former Subject 109.

Veildorm’s brain was lifted gently from its canister. The inside of Kenneth’s skull was ready to receive it. The surgeons lowered their Commander’s elegant brain inside and began connecting it to its new and equally elegant Human body. Reattaching nerve endings. Connecting blood flow. Wiring everything up nice and neat. And though it’s not as simple as it might sound, the skilled doctors were able to perform the final phase of the surgery with flawless accuracy. It wasn’t long before Veildorm’s brain was pulsing in rhythm with Kenneth’s Human heart. His Human heart.

Once they were sure everything was in working order, the surgery was concluded by reattaching the top of Kenneth’s skull to his head. The scar where it’d been opened healed over within an hour thanks to the advanced medical tech Archosians had developed. There was hardly any trace at all that his head had been cut into, nor that his brain had been replaced with a far superior one.

———

The first thing Veildorm saw when he regained consciousness was the bright overhead lights of the examination room. He struggled to open his eyes as they fought to adjust. And yet even as his vision began to acclimate to the light, a profound sense of vertigo washed over him. It was as though he was laid against a spinning turn table that caused the ceiling above him to twist in and out of focus. As such he found himself squeezing his eyes shut again with a low groan. But even that felt wrong as it felt like only two of his three eyes responded. Yet his vision still went black behind his eyelids. Had one of his eyes gone blind? Surely not. He would still feel it wouldn’t he?

“Try not to move too much sir.” A voice said, somewhere on his right. He recognised it as the voice of one of his lead Scientists. “Your waking mind is still acclimating. It’ll take a bit of time before you fully adjust.”

“H-huh? Wha-?” Veildorm grumbled, only half comprehending the words. “Adjust? I don’t…” He trailed off as his mind struggled to piece together what was happening. It was as though a thick haze had settled over his thoughts.

“You’re going to feel foggy for a few minutes but your memories will return shortly. Your brain is just figuring out how to reboot in its new state.” The voice said again.

Veildorm didn’t respond. He just made another whirring noise as he tried his utmost to gather his thoughts. He dug through the dense mist that’d settled over his mind in search of answers. Little pieces came slowly. He remembered the planet Earth. How it’d looked so similar to his homeworld Archolm-Rem. He remembered celebrating with his crew at having discovered such a gem. And then those celebrations turned to long distance spying of the planet as they learned of its inhabitants…

Humans.

Before he could dig any deeper, Veildorm began to gain a deeper sense of his own body. And right away he knew that something was off. Though it was hard to put his finger on it while his eyes were still squeezed shut, he knew something was different. For a start he could only feel the faint buzz of pins and needles in two arms rather than three. Just like with his eyes, it was as though one of his arms had vanished somehow. As if it’d been amputated. Yet at the same time he didn’t feel as though anything was missing even if all logic dictated the opposite. Same went for the legs. He could only sense two. And on top of it all, he felt so squishy? Fleshy? As if he’d somehow shed his tough scaly exterior to reveal something supple underneath. Not to mention the strange weight between his legs that he couldn’t even begin to explain…

After a few long moments, Veildorm slowly opened his eyes again in a squint. Still only two of them. The light didn’t seem as harsh this time around and the room had mostly ceased its nauseous spinning. He took that as a sign to cautiously open his eyes a little further before turning his head to one side. Even that small motion felt odd. And as he looked around, he saw what he would’ve expected to see in the examination room. A small team of crew members, mostly doctors and/or scientists. Various monitors and cameras dotted around the space. An emergency medical kit close by. He was familiar with the sight from all the times he and his crew had examined specimens from other planets in rooms just like this around the ship. But never before had he seen it from this angle as the one being examined.

“W-why… am I here?” Veildorm croaked. He was starting to notice the stark difference in his voice now as well.

“Your operation was a success sir. Resoundingly so.” One of the many crew members around him said, though he couldn’t decipher which. “You were stable enough that we moved you out of the medical bay and into the examination room just a few hours ago. Scaring to the skull is minimal and best of all there have been no signs of rejection from your new body. We’ll need to monitor you closely for a few days to be certain but at this point it’s safe to say you’re in the clear.” The voice continued on gleefully.

“Operation? New body?” Veildorm’s train of thought from before was slowly beginning to move again. The Humans. He remembered now. He’d gotten tired of watching and decided to take matters into his own hands. Sending some elite troops to abduct and bring some of them back. They’d gotten so much juicy information out of them. And amongst them there was one in particular. Subject… 109? Yes 109. That was him. Veildorm had obsessed over that Human. So much so that when they commenced the project to replace all the Human’s brains with Archosian ones, Veildorm signed himself up to-

It hit him.

Veildorm’s eyes shot wide open as the fog finally began to lift. His heart felt as though it was about to hammer its way out of his chest as the realisation of what had happened dawned on him. A wave of pure adrenaline mixed with cautious excitement washed over him as he finally lifted his head to look down at himself. What he saw was nothing short of mind boggling.

Suddenly all the weird sensations made sense. The missing appendages. The lack of a third eye. The bewildering feel of his skin. All the things that made him uniquely Archosian seemingly stripped away. Because he wasn’t an Archosian anymore. Veildorm was a Human. Or rather he had the body of one. And just from this angle alone he knew exactly which Human he was inside. He could tell purely by the curvature of his pectorals and the modest hair that coated them. Not to mention the densely muscled arms that laid either side of him, now twitching as he tried moving them for the first time. There was no doubt. Kenneth. Subject 109. The most alluring of them all.

“Careful sitting up Commander.” Another doctor told him as they watched him already attempting to do so.

Veildorm groaned again slightly as his back and abs flexed for the first time. His vision dulled for a moment at the brief drop in blood pressure due to the sudden action. It didn’t help that he was still adjusting to seeing with just two eyes. Even as his blood pressure returned to normal seconds later, he struggled to keep his vision in focus properly. But that didn’t stop him from getting at least a somewhat decent look at his new body.

As his memories began returning in full, Veildorm of course remembered that he’d requested Kenneth’s body specifically. However that didn’t make it feel any less surreal to actually have it in his possession. Knowing it would soon be his and actually owning it were two very different things. And now he finally got to reap the rewards of the risks he’d taken since discovering Earth.

He lifted up his arms slowly. Just the two of them. Yet again feeling the subtle flex of Human muscle beneath his softer skin. Despite the fleshy exterior of the human body, it still managed to feel powerful. Even in the smallest of movements he could feel the potential for strength behind them. Not to mention the weight. His arms previously had been long and slender. These arms however were thick, bulky and heavy yet satisfying all the same. And as he moved his arms around he little, he noted how their size didn’t particularly seem to limit their range of motion beyond. A fact he already knew from all the human studies that’d been conducted but he tested nonetheless.

He reached around with one meaty human hand and used it to squeeze one of his biceps. At first the muscle yielded under his touch which was a strangely satisfying feeling. The moment he tensed the bicep however, it felt hard as steel. So fascinating. His curiosity only continued along that arm as he felt up the triceps next before moving along to his wide boulder-like shoulders. And finally his chest. The shivering that touching those hairy pecs sent up his human spine was unlike anything Veildorm had ever experienced. The way they were both firm and soft at the same time as he cupped them, using both hands now. It was euphoric. And the nipples that tipped them. They seemed pointless on the male body and yet they brought so much gratification just by grazing his fingers across them. His breathing stammered a little as he held his muscled human chest for a long moment. It was everything he’d imagined it would be.

“This… this is…” He struggled to stitch his thoughts into a full sentence as he finally pulled his hands away from his pecs so that he could examine them properly. Only five fingers instead of six. But they were meatier and less skeletal than his former hands had been. His palms were like calloused mitts where the soft human skin seemed to be at its roughest and toughest. As simple as it was, he couldn’t help clenching these new hands over and over in wonder. “This is… really something else.” He finished with a hitch of delight in his tone.

The Commander took a long deep breath and felt as the air passed through his new body before exiting again gracefully. With that he finally looked further south. Past his new abdominal muscles and towards his groin where an entirely new appendage hung. A Human penis and testicles, both sitting so heavy and elegant between his legs. Of course Veildorm had never before had reproductive organs like this which of course only made them more intriguing. Hypnotic even in the sense that he could hardly pull his attention away. He’d always found the Human male sex organs to be particularly fascinating to look at but not that appreciation had bloomed ten fold as he saw it through Human eyes. Especially knowing that he owned them.

His curious hands slowly made their way down towards the thick shaft. It’d grown to a half erection in the time he’d been awake due to his bubbling excitement and was now throbbing dutifully against his right thigh. A small gasp escaped his mouth when he finally clasped a palm around the girthy length. He knew from all the experiments that the Penis was an incredibly sensitive appendage but even still nothing could’ve prepared him for how wonderful it felt to encapsulate it. To really feel all those sensitive nerves spring to life, sending pleasure signals shooting up towards his augmented brain that caused his eyes to flutter. He only got as far as a few glorious pumps before he remembered that he was surrounded by his crew.

He pulled his hand back just as his cock had begun to blossom into a full on erection. “Wow. This thing is… alluring.” He muttered softly. “But I can hardly control it.” He continued on as he found himself unable to stop it from stiffening until it felt like a perpetually flexed muscle. No matter how much he tried to will it to return to a relaxed flaccid state, his new hefty cock stayed pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

“It’s not a simple appendage to control. It’s controlled more by subconscious bodily reactions and emotions than direct signals from the brain. It’s normal for human males to struggle to control it when aroused or stimulated.” One doctor said, maintaining professionalism. “As I’m sure you remembered from our many physical experiments.”

Veildorm nodded slowly. As he did however, his attention shifted towards his head. He noticed it briefly before but the small motion had called awareness to it yet again. The shape and weight of it, just like the rest of the Human form, was so unlike what he was used to. Enough so that his hands found their way up towards it so they could inspect its form.

The first thing that shocked him was the lack of any kind of snout like Archosians have. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed it sooner but the flatness of his face was jarring. No longer did his jaw and nose stuck out but rather they sat level with the rest of his features. His fingers roamed over the shape of his skull. Tracing over the ridges under skin as he examined each and every ridge. Everything was so much more compact.

And of course this meant that his hands found themselves running through his new facial hair. Between pressing his fingers to those Human lips and curling them around the ears, he allowed them to brush through the thick beard Kenneth had kept. Admiring its fullness with every little prickle the individual hairs made against his skin. It felt surprisingly satisfying to just scratch his nails through it and really admire how dense it was. Hair was such an interesting thing.

On the opposite side of the coin, Veildorm was equally bewildered by the lack of hair on his head. Especially when the Kenneth he knew had quite a nice head of it. Of course he was aware that the doctors had needed to shave it off. He thought he’d be more disappointed but honestly he didn’t hate the rough scratchy feeling of a shaved scalp. It was certainly a lot more pleasant to touch than he would’ve imagined but at this point the same went for every part of this new body.

Eventually Veildorm found himself attempting to swing his legs over the side of the bed he’d been sitting on. The movement was difficult at first and a little disorienting as the doctors persuaded him to be careful. Despite that, his new sizable Human feet soon touched the cold floor. Toes wriggling slightly as he geared himself up to stand. The doctors around him remained in standby, ready to catch him if ended up simply throwing himself on the floor. Thankfully they didn’t need to as Veildorm was able to stand himself up in one smooth motion. Powerful glutes flexed momentarily as he rose to his newfound full height before relaxing again. He wobbled slightly as he stood in place for a moment but he remained on his feet. Triumphant.

“There’s really no need to rush Commander. You should really give yourself a little longer to-” But before the doctor could finish, he had to watch as Veildorm took his first shaky step away from the bed.

“W-whoa. Okay…” Veildorm managed to maintain his balance despite stumbling just a little bit. Those strong meaty trunks he now called legs were doing a good enough job at keeping this body upright so far. So he didn’t waste much time taking another step. However he got a little too hasty that time and would’ve undoubtedly faceplanted into the floor had one of his crew members not caught his moments beforehand.

“Sir really. You should lie down for a bit longer. Give yourself some time to adjust. You’ve only just woken up.” They told him, almost begging now.

Veildorm glanced at the crew member holding him and then at the mirror across the room. “Fine. But only if you help me get a good look at my new reflection first. I need to see this.” He bargained.

The scientists and doctors shrugged and nodded, knowing full well the Commander wasn’t going to take no for an answer. And so the one holding Veildorm helped him take step after step across the room, cock still hard and bouncing with each one. Until finally, Veildorm was face to face with the reflective surface that showed him his new identity. Clear as crystal.

“I’m… a Human.” Veildorm whispered softly into the mirror. It was big enough to show not only his head but his torso too all the way down to his upper thighs. His mind struggled to process it initially. It wanted to interpret the sight as him looking into a monitor showing subject 109 because how could that possibly be him. But as the man in the mirror moved in sync with every tiny movement Veildorm made, it became impossible for his subconscious to deny. And as wonderful as that reality was, it was still hard to swallow. So much so that weird sense of vertigo from earlier began to return in small waves. For a moment leaving him a little faint as he leaned harder against the crew member trying to keep him steady.

He closed his eyes briefly and took a few deep breaths before opening them again. It was just enough to keep him afloat for now. With that he reached up to touch his new human face again. It was more intense now that he could see it reflected back at him. His human hand roaming over the pinkish skin and admiring the details. Then slowly slipping down his body again and touching each muscle, this time with even more care and wonder than before.

The sight of himself, both in the mirror and when he looked down, ignited a fire in his belly unlike anything he’d ever felt before. It was like a needy desire for himself. Something so deep and primal that was urging him for some kind of release. A type of sensation Archosians had never known. Lust. Raw, unfiltered lust. For himself. For this body. It was hard to comprehend how his new human instincts could desire his own body so badly. It made him want to grab and dominate himself somehow. But also to worship himself? It was difficult for his waking mind to interpret. All he knew was that his cock was now throbbing harder than ever as he found himself subconsciously bucking his hips in the mirror. A small bead of precum even welling up at the tip.

“This is… overwhelming. So intense. I feel like an animal but-” He stopped short as his hand finally reached his cock again, pumping it a few times. He couldn’t help himself. Until another wave of faintness washed over him. He would’ve collapsed on the spot had he not still been supported.

“Alright that's enough sir. Let’s get you back in bed to rest.” They told him. “The extra blood flow being conducted to your penis certainty isn’t helping right now.”

As Veildorm was helped back onto the medical bed, he couldn’t help but grin. This body was already showering him with so many delights he had yet to fully explore. He could hardly wait to have some time alone in the coming days to finally get to know Kenneth on a much deeper level than ever before…

———

“I’m starting to grow used to this human vessel you know.” Veildorm admitted as he allowed his hands to glide down his torso as he had many times before. He could still feel the satisfying itch of body hair beneath his fingers despite the thin translucent fabric clinging to his form. It did very little to hide the masculine elegance of his new body. “I truly didn’t expect it to feel so… comfortable.”

Two weeks had passed since Veildorm’s surgery had been a resounding success. In that time he’d gained much greater control over his new form. Within days he was able to move about completely unassisted. He’d gained better control over smaller functions like focusing his eyesight. He’d adapted to only having two arms and two legs. Even this new skin started to feel normal to him. Veildorm didn’t expect to be able to adapt this quickly but when you fall as deeply in love with your vessel as he did, it makes sense.

In that time his hair had started to grow back. No longer was his head shaved bald. Instead he rocked a short but neat looking cut that’d been trimmed slightly around the sides upon request. Not quite the elegant full hair Kenneth had maintained previously but it looked good nonetheless. Over time it was sure to regrow to its former glory. Unless he wanted to return to the bald look of course. He’d actually enjoyed that more than he thought he would. It was something to think about.

However one thing he knew he wasn’t ever going to shave was all this body hair. It was just delightful. The satisfaction he got from running his fingers through his chest hair was unlike anything else. It always seemed to trigger a response from his cock, no matter how mild. The same went for everywhere else on his body. His stomach. His face. His arms and legs. And of course he couldn’t forget his fuzzy new Human bubble butt.

Veildorm had only gotten to appreciate his new backside in the days following his procedure when he finally got some time to himself. The doctors had been reluctant to leave his side at first just in case something went wrong. But eventually Veildorm had convinced them to give him some privacy. That was when the real fun began.

The first thing he did was get up and stand before the mirror once again. Admiring his reflection in a way he hadn’t been able to with all those prying eyes on him. Groping at his muscle tits. Flexing his arms. Growling like an animal as he let the heightened testosterone of a human male in its prime take over his decision making. One of those decisions had been to turn around and get a good look at his new ass. Initially he wasn’t sure why he felt so compelled to look at it but as soon as he saw his new muscle ass in the reflection, he understood. A pair of large and powerful glutes covered in a modest dusting of hair. It was a brilliant sight, one that caused his altered brain to light up with an unbridled hunger. And despite it being an impossible task, he’d wished to plunge his own cock into those cheeks and into the hole they hid between them. And right on cue, his cock was hard as steel.

In hindsight it made sense as to why he’d felt that way. Thinking back to how Human males had a sensitive prostate that could be sufficiently stimulated via anal penetration, it only made sense for them to have an urge to do so. Whether it be to themselves or other males. And in that moment, Veildorm wasn’t sure which side of that coin he was more curious about. But instead he resigned to simply groping and kneading at the bubbly flesh of his ass while truly jerking his thick human cock for the first time.

Needless to say, Veildorm had experienced many human orgasms over the last two weeks. It was a pleasure that he couldn’t help indulging in whenever he had the privacy to do so. And what was the harm? There was no downside to it. He always felt refreshed afterwards. The act itself brought levels of pleasure he’d never before known. And getting to see such a heavy flow of virile cum spilling from his cock caused his chest to swell with such pride for his new vessel. He was well aware of how odd that pride was for simply knowing how highly capable he was of reproduction but it was a natural human response. Likely to encourage males to have offspring. Regardless he enjoyed the feeling enough that he found himself experiencing it again and again and again. Every time covering his hairy abs in a white glaze.

And now here he was. Fully adjusted. Standing in nothing but a tight plain uniform that hugged his muscled form,

“That is… great news sir.” A slender, blue skinned alien rattled from behind Veildorm. Standing by idly with his three spindly arms folded behind his back. Eyes fluttering and antenna twitching nervously in the presence of his commander. Garlund. “If I’m not mistaken, the doctors made sure to give you the most ideal of the male humans we had in stock.”

Veildorm turned to his nervously jittering assistant who seemed clueless as ever. “I’m aware. I requested this human for that exact reason. Mature but still young. High levels of testosterone. Most ideal distribution of fat, muscle mass and body hair.” He paused for a moment as his gaze landed on the not so subtle bulge between his legs. “And impressive levels of virility.” He allowed a lazy hand to graze his crotch, his professional composure slipping for a fraction of a second before returning. “I’ve had my eye on him for some time. On earth he would be considered an ideal mate. Still, I did not expect it to feel this pleasant.”

“Well I… I couldn’t be happier for you sir.” Garlund praised, finding it hard to look his Commander in the eyes as he spoke. “H-Have you spoken to the high council yet about our progress on your scheme?”

Veildorm shook his head. “Not yet but I plan to fill them in soon. We’re waiting on the last couple of Archosian to Human brain transplants to be completed. If they all go well I can report a one hundred percent success rate. With how skeptical they seemed last I spoke to them, that should help reassure them. Even if just a little.” He reasoned as he placed his hands behind his back in a very commanding sort of stance.

“And after that will we be proceeding to the next step?” Garlund asked, rubbing two of his hands together. “What we’ve done already was such a leap beyond protocol. But to take it even further by dropping you and the others on Earth??”

“We will.” Veildorm confirmed with certainty. “Infiltrating Human society is necessary for taking their planet from them and making it our own. We can deepen our understanding of them. Learn their strengths and weaknesses as a population. Then plan accordingly.” He glanced down at himself. Watching the way his broad chest rose and fell with every breath. Such a sight to behold. “I will take on the name of Kenneth Barnes and use this identity to help make Earth our new utopia.”

Garlund sniffled. “Wow sir. You’re such an inspiration. To sacrifice your true body to become one of them out of pure dedication to our cause. You are something else.” He said, laying it on a little thick. “It’s a shame you’ll be stuck like this though. The doctors say there’s no way to reverse the augmentations to the brain.”

“I’m aware of that too.” Veildorm hummed. “It’s no matter. I’ve resigned myself to this Human fate and I’m more than content to see it through.” He glanced across the room at a small mirror that sat on his desk. In it he saw his new bearded face. Handsome but so far from what he once knew. “Like I said, it’s comfortable. And oddly… liberating in many ways. Not to mention humans seem to have a similar life span to us and Kenneth here was a good ten years younger than I was. So if anything I’ve given myself more time in this life. That I’m grateful for.”

“Liberating… I can only imagine what it must feel like.” Garlund croaked. “Humans do seem very graceful.” He continued on with morbid curiosity flooding his tone.

Veildorm smirked. “If you’re that curious maybe we’ll have to bring back another batch of humans in the near future. Sign you up for a transplant.” He said half jokingly.

“O-oh I’m not so-o sure I cou-uld.” Garlund stumbled through his words clumsily at the offer.

“Think about it. Who knows? You could join me someday. I’m sure we could find you a human vessel befitting an assistant for my new self.” Veildorm teased before tuning on his heel and walking over towards his desk. “Anyway, I have some work to attend to. I need to make sure everything is in order for my second in command when I leave this fleet in his hands. Some privacy would be appreciated.”

Garlund nodded, still a little flushed from the Commander’s prior offer. “Of course sir. I won’t be far if you need anything.” He said before slinking away out the door and into the vast hallway, leaving Veildorm alone.

He sighed as he sat and leaned back in his seat, legs spread as most humans males did. It was true that he still had lots to prepare but he had more than enough time to get it all done. In the meantime there was no reason he couldn’t have a little more fun and relax a little. He’d earned it after all the risks he’d taken. At least that’s what he told himself the last dozen times he whipped out his cock and blew a huge load all over himself in creamy ecstasy.

He pawed at his bulge a little as reached down and opened one of his desk drawers. Inside rolled the shaft of one of the many probes that’d been used on the males during the experiments. Bulbous and phallic. Next to it rolled a small canister of lubricant.

“About time I take this backside for a real test drive before heading to Earth.” He told himself as he pulled both out of the draw and started lubing up the probe. Shortly after he stood and placed it down on his chair before removing the thin uniform that kept his body hardly concealed. After that he didn’t waste any time lowering himself onto the cock-like substitute with a deep moan that could no doubt be heard from outside his quarters.

Veildorm was going to make the absolute most of this new body and he couldn’t be more excited to mingle with the rest of the humans on Earth.

Here are the links to all Season 2 Episodes: Episode 1: Guest Relations 101

Episode 2: Normal Gays

Episode 3: Escaping Oasis

Episode 4: Dorthy's Friends

Episode 5: The Activists, the Cyborg, and the Resort

Episode 6: The Long Way Around

Episode 7: Mijo.exe

Episode 8: The Beat of Castro Street

Episode 9: Cold Memories

Episode 10: Professional Ghoster

Episode 11: That's not the Goal

Here are the links to all Season 1 Episodes: Episode 1: Chasing Clout

Episode 2: Mystery at the Oasis

Episode 3: Sone of Everything CORP.

Episode 4: Marketable Young Gay Men

Episode 5: A Billionaire's Gaze

Episode 6: The Paragon Initiative

Episode 7: Infected Temptation

My new hands. Thick, calloused, powerful. Gliding down this temple… his temple. This chest. I stared at it every meeting, always straining those tight shirts. My palm presses in and the pecs twitch back instantly, like they're learning who owns them now. I squeeze harder and the pecs flex hotter, denser, flooding heat straight down. Thick cock pulses heavy against my thigh, ready and leaking. Wait for your moment, boy.

His voice... No- my voice moans out, deeper every second. That same rumble that once commanded entire rooms now spills out filthy for its new master. It vibrates through this chest, spreading heat into every muscle. Fuck. My skin turns clammy, slick under my palms.

The thick, familiar man smell I used to steal secret sniffs of in the elevator… it’s pouring off me now. It fills my lungs, his lungs, and my head spins. Addictive. Mine. I drag my hands lower, pressing harder, smearing the slickness over every ridge.

Finally my cock. Pre was leaking everywhere. It had been charging up from all the smells, the twitches… powerful. As hard as it'll ever be. My hand remembers all the ridges, the veins. My mind will soon too.

I squeeze the base and it throbs back angrily, leaking more. Stroke. Another deep moan rips out. Louder, filthier. The body is mine to use now. Faster. The musk gets stronger, sweat dripping down the abs as I pump this c-suite cock like it’s always belonged to me.

Then-

The phone rings on the desk. Her name lights up the screen. Wife.

The old instinct kicks in hard — a reflex buried in these muscles, this voice. My hand freezes mid-stroke. The moan dies in my throat. For a split second the body tries to approach like it always did. Professional. Controlled. Straight.

Yuck

I fight it, breathing heavy, cock still twitching in my fist.

“Not anymore,” I growl in that deep voice.

The call keeps ringing.

My head throbbed and I felt more sore than I ever had in my life when I woke up this morning the sun peaking bright through my window. My bed strangely creaked and groaned as I attempted to turn over but when I opened my eyes reality hit me like a truck. Looking down at my body I was giant and hairy, much larger than my normal skinny body of Alex Henderson that was maybe 130 lbs soaking wet. I threw off the sheet and a monster dick that bobbed up and down almost matching my heartbeat and the smell of sweat invaded my nostrils. I panicked because what had slowly been spreading to my family for the last week had finally happened to me. Last Tuesday we were all gathered at home. Summer had just begun. My twenty year old sister had returned from college to study fashion while I was getting ready to leave to study marketing once summer ended. The whole world seemed to ripple for a minute and the sky seemed to change color for just a second and at first we didn’t notice anything different until we realized the internet didn’t work and the weirdest part we couldn’t leave the house we would just wind up back inside and the world continued on outside without us. I could have dealt with all that but the biggest change involved my family members morphing into copies of some of the men around town that I found most attractive. Worst of all they acted constantly horny like they were living in a porno and kept trying everything to get me to have sex with them. Don't get me wrong it would have been great all these hot guys throwing themselves at me but these sex obsessed fantasy guys were my family members. Even more strangely they would switch between acting like their old personality and their new one usually with a blink and shake of their head, it all was completely normal to them if I brought it up they looked at me like I was crazy.

My dad who luckily worked as an astrophysicist, a job I never understood but it came in handy when he said he recognized the pattern of the sky changing color from satellite imagery he studied last week and got to work in his basement office looking for a solution. Now looking in the bathroom mirror I was greeted not by my eighteen year old face but by the shocked face of Mr. Brown, my senior year history teacher and coach of the soccer team. I’d spent my senior year captivated by him the way his dress shirts would hug his bulky frame or how the smell of his cologne would invade my nostrils when I entered the classroom. My favorite way to spend the class period was hoping a student would ask him a question so he would bend down over their desk and I could get a look at his ass in his tight pants. After school I would sit in the bleachers hoping to see him running drills with the soccer team and working up a sweat in his gym shorts and tight school t-shirt. Now I had a front row seat to his naked body and it was even better than I imagined. Legs and thighs like tree trunks and a hairy body that exuded masculine energy and smell. His ass was even bigger than it looked in his dress pants. It felt great just to stand there and grab it with my much larger hands, eventually I worked my hands around to my stomach and down to my new dick. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. I'd never felt so much pleasure radiate through my body and I didn't want it to end ever. No, I had to stay focused this whole situation had to be reversed even if it meant I had to lose this gorgeous body, with none of the clothes in my dresser having a chance of fitting me now I went into my parents room and found a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that could cover me up. I had to find dad and see if he could help me, he said yesterday evening he was close to a breakthrough as he analyzed some more data last night.

After lumbering down the stairs which my new hefty body made difficult, I saw out on the patio the guy who used to be my sister Ashley now with the body of her boyfriend Brandon doing yoga. Who knew the soccer captain could be so flexible? He was out there doing the splits and several different yoga poses I didn’t know were possible especially for a guy. “Brandon, have you seen where dad is? I need to talk with him” I asked. “Oh hey Alex do you like the outfit I found in my closet? It's so cute and luckily it fits I don’t know why but none of my clothes seem to fit lately. I must have visited the dining hall too many times. Even my underwear is too small especially in the front and I don’t know why I’ve always crammed my dick and balls in there before and I never had an issue but now even my favorite pair almost ripped today, even these pants can barely hide my ass” he said his voice even in a noticeably higher pitch as he run his hands up his backside, his white pants stretched to their limit over his butt in the yoga pose he was in. He blinked and shook his head and smirked at me, his voice resuming its deeper pitch Brandon’s personality back in control, “hey looser come out here to stare at me while I stretch? Shit I would too look at me this body is perfection” he said flexing and rubbing his chest. “Here let me give you a better look”, then he began to remove his white pants and was now completely naked, his caramel colored body shining in the morning sunlight. “Take a look at this, all this yoga has really loosened me up. I’ve been working on this for hours pretty soon I’ll be able to entertain myself all day since you love to play hard to get.” He then sat on the ground and brought his foot up to his mouth and licked it all over with his large tongue, never breaking eye contact with me and I couldn’t look away. After each toe had been sampled he raised both his legs up and locked both of his feet behind his head and began to try and stretch his mouth toward the hard dripping appendage between his legs. I finally snapped out of it and ran inside. Well Brandon had been no help just like he was before all of this only caring about himself. I left him in the backyards legs behind his head damn that yoga really was helping I’m pretty sure I saw his tongue make contact with his dick although, I was distracted with him in that position I could clearly see his asshole and there something leaking out of it things just kept getting worse.

I tiptoed into the kitchen because my mom was a little unpredictable in her new body, a former twenty-seven year old convict Luke who worked at the mechanic that I took my cheap sedan to for tire and oil changes. I just had to spend those hours staring at him dripping in sweat while he worked on my car didn’t I. One minute he would be my happy mother asking me how my day was and calling me his sweet boy to Luke’s personality taking over swearing up a storm and scowling and asking me what the hell i was staring at. “Hey honey! If you wait just a second I can have a cupcake ready for you” It must have been a good day today, although it was still so weird to see his tatted up body wearing only my mothers apron and hearing his deep voice call me honey. Even more unsettling was the large protrusion below her waist that was sticking so obscenely in front of her it knocked over the can of baking powder on the counter when he turned to face me. “Sorry, stupid thing won’t go down. I already had Brandon let me release a load in his ass before I started baking but these balls are full again and I’m going to have to mop when I’m done baking, I’m dripping all over the floor. Be a dear and help me out, maybe just a little tongue action on my balls please” Then he lifted up his apron showing the giant dick and dangling balls I had seen too often over the last couple days. He was almost whimpering, biting his lip as his dick twitched and bobbed up and down and continued to leak on the floor. When I declined as I so often had to do in this house it was like a switch flipped and Luke’s harsher personality took over with a shake of his head. “You fucking ungrateful piece of shit, I work hard all day sweating my balls off cooking and cleaning and all I ask is for you to help me out when I need some release you’re fucking useless”. “Um yeah have you seen dad by chance” I asked hesitantly hoping to get out of here quickly. “Where do you think he is in his office downstairs fucking dumbass, God damn it I need a smoke”. He yelled, throwing his apron on the counter and pulling a cigarette from the front pocket, lighting up and blowing a large cloud of smoke in my direction, grumbling and flipping me off and beginning to work his hand rapidly up and down his glistening shaft. As I began to leave the oven timer dinged and Moms regular happy demeanor was back and as he bent over the oven to grab the cupcakes Luke shook his bubble butt and said, “oooooh yay cupcakes are done I’m going to save some icing you can lick it off my ass later honey. oh dang it, excuse my language son I just made more of a mess look at these new puddles on the floor” I needed to find Dad he said he was close to figuring out what was going on last night hopefully he had made a breakthrough because this house was driving me crazy.

My worst fear awaited me when I went down to dad’s office. There sitting on the couch was Jesse, a guy who worked at the local pizza place and was probably the worst body dad could have been put in. Yeah he was extremely hot, why else would he be here making things worse, he was also extremely dumb multiple times when I handed him cash for my pizza order it took him minutes to figure out my change. “Wait dude stop you’re cracking me up so, sure I’m some smart scientist whatever you say bro hahaha. Why would I use my brain for numbers and stuff that shit gives me a headache. You don’t need to use your brain when you look this good, check out these abs and this chest touch them if you want. Dude what the fuck stop crying you’re killing the vibes it’s bad enough my phone isn’t working can’t even pull up my favorite sites to take care of this problem” he said as he pulled down his grey shorts releasing his dick that smacked his stomach as it escaped its confines. “Can you send down the hottie in the yoga pants bro? I couldn't get enough of him last night he snuck down here and was doing the splits and shit while bouncing on my dick it was amazing.” “No dad please you can’t be stuck as this dumbass you’re supposed to figure out how to fix this mess, I don’t want to be old I’m supposed to be starting college in a few months” I began to cry even louder then Jesse blinked and shook his head an angry look appearing on his face as his nostrils flared and a vein popped on his forehead just like dad’s when we misbehaved as kids. “I will not have you swearing in my house young man, how dare you call me a dumbass. Get upstairs, I don't want to see you until dinner Alexander” I climbed the stairs, the stern and familiar expression of my dad already gone from Jesse’s face and replaced with his tongue rolling out of his mouth as he flexed and grouped his pecs any sign of my intelligent father gone. I arrived at the landing on the ground floor greeted by the sight of Brandon and Luke making out naked on the living room couch. “Finally he’s free, hurry up, let's get downstairs Luke, that guy down there is so hot we can share him” they high fived and ran downstairs giggling, their matching boners swinging between their legs with every step. I climbed the stairs back to my room, my only hope of escaping this nightmare gone.

You know I don’t remember what I was so worried about yesterday morning. I have this great body, huge dick, and a house full of hot guys who want to have sex with me everyday. This is paradise. I think this top really makes me look sexy. It kind of just appeared in my closet an hour ago how lucky is that!. I wonder if the boys will agree not that we’ll be in our clothes for a very long time. Damn it is that Luke moaning ugh only Jesse’s dick makes him squeal like that. I told them to wait for me.

Meanwhile in a galaxy three solar systems away…

Caleb Delaney had heard the ring story so many times that the words had worn grooves in his patience.

State championship. Fourth quarter. Mud everywhere. Frank Delaney playing through a knee that should have taken him out in the second half. One last drive. One last hit. The kind of game old men turned into legend because no one could prove how much of it had been real.

The ring sat in a wooden box in Frank’s den, tucked beside yellowed newspaper clippings and a framed photograph of a younger version of Caleb’s father. In the picture, Frank was eighteen, broad-shouldered and grinning, hair thick and dark, one hand raised as if he could still hear the crowd. He looked nothing like the man standing in the den now.

He was twenty-two, constantly anxious about fitting in, nervous about the costume party his friends were dragging him to, and the whole outfit felt ridiculous in his hands. The old shopkeeper only smiled when Chad asked if there was anything less intense. “That one chooses men who need to grow into it,” he said cryptically.

A few months ago, I had been excited to receive an internship at Stuprum Financial. I don't know what I expected... fetching coffee, delivering mail, maybe getting a special project or something? Instead, I've spent the entire time doing data entry work, taking numbers from one spreadsheet and typing them into another one. It was the sort of mind-numbing busywork that could have been automated, if the owners had been willing to pay the money to make it happen. But they were too cheap to hire programmers, so here I am. If it hadn't been for my boss, I would have quit after the first day.

Not that he's a good boss, mind you-- Landon is a complete asshole, as a matter of fact. But the man is amazing eye candy, and I'm getting paid to sit at a cubical with direct line of sight into his office. He's the sort of dominant alpha who pretends that weaker men like me don't even exist. I should probably be angry that my boss barely gives me the time of day, but it means that I can stare at him for hours and he never seems to notice. It helps that he's too busy getting his dick wet as much as possible.

He's fucked all of the female interns at least once, though I know he has his favorites. There's no way any competent manager would have kept Miranda as an employee unless they were getting something else out of the deal, and Landon was definitely getting full access to what were... at least D cups? I'm a gay man, I don't know how to estimate cup sizes. I just know I have to fix all of Miranda's mistakes while she's getting railed during her 'private mentoring' sessions. The man is insatiable-- when he's not fucking a coworker, he's masturbating under his desk. I don't know when he finds time to get any work done, but that's not my problem.

Friday is one of his busier days-- the owners leave early, which means he doesn't have to be as stealthy while he fucks the women who work under him. He's got it down to a science by now-- one after lunch, and another one right before we leave for the day. So you can imagine my surprise when he called me into his office at the end of the day instead.

"You wanted to see... me... sir?" I said, my words trailing off as I walked in to see my boss standing in his office, with his shirt pulled apart to reveal his hairy chest. "Sir, what are you--"

"Shut the door behind you," he barked. "I've seen the way that you look at me, Bobby. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" To my shock, he started removing more of his clothes. "Honestly, I'm a bit flattered. And I thought, why not reward you with something you'd want?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this some sort of trap? Was he actually bisexual? I didn't know and I didn't care. I kicked off my shoes and started pulling at my tie with a shaky hand.

He leaned in, close enough for me to be able to smell his musk. "You'd do anything to have this body, wouldn't you? Well, you're in luck. Make me an offer." God, hearing his voice whispering into my ear turned me on in the worst way.

"Can-- can I suck you off?" I blurted out.

Landon briefly smiled at me before placing his hand on my shoulder and shoving me to my knees. "I accept your terms," he said. "First you suck me off, and then you can have this body." His hand slipped down to his waistband, unleashing the thickest eight inches of manhood I had ever seen.

I was quite the cocksucker in college, but this dick was almost too much for even me to handle. It took all of my concentration to avoid gagging, especially once he grabbed my head and started thrusting. He was clearly focused on speed, and it didn't take long before his salty load hit the back of my throat. I was licking the excess off of his shaft when my vision started to blur.

"It's like I said. You suck me off, and then you can have my body." The speaker was high-pitched and a bit nasally... but also really familiar, somehow. I shook my head, trying to get my eyes to focus again. Someone who could have been my twin was kneeling in front of me, while I... my arms were massive now, and a quick grope of my body confirmed the presence of chest hair that I'd never been able to grow before. Had we switched bodies? But that was impossible! I looked over to the small mirror on my boss's desk, only to find his face staring back at me.

"Congratulations," my old body said. "You are now Landon Wagner. And now I'm Bobby Fischer. The next few days might have a bit of a learning curve, but I'm sure you'll get over it."

My hand started absentmindedly playing with my nipples as I tried to process what was happening. "I don't... I don't understand. You're probably the sexiest man I've ever met in real life." I could feel the excitement building in my chest, but life was never this kind to me. There had to be some sort of catch. "Why would you want to... are you really just giving all of this away?"

My former boss just shrugged. "That's right, Bobby. I mean, Landon. Get used to your new life, because I am not switching back."

Something about his calm tone of voice was making me start to panic. "My life sucks, why would you want mine? Look, I'm honored, sir, but I... I don't know the first thing about being you." I didn't know what the catch was, yes, but there was no way it was worth it. "This is-- no, we have to switch back. Switch us back!"

"Oh, God no," he said, pausing to stare at me as he started putting his clothes back on. "I'm Bobby Fischer, the stand-out intern who's about to get an offer for permanent employment. And when my bosses figure out that my work is high quality, as if I have decades of experience? Shit, I'll be climbing that ladder in no time. Sure, I'll have to start over at the gym, but that's nothing I can't handle.

"Meanwhile, you? C'mon, Landon, did you really think you could fuck all of the interns without HR noticing?" He started laughing at me as a wave of sickening nausea ran through my body. "You weren't getting away with it, they were just building a case against you. Shit-- your ass is grass. Gotta learn how to keep it in your pants, bro! You let the thrill of the chase get to your head, and now you're about to lose it all. They're gonna fire you, Landon. It's not an 'if', it's a 'when'."

I collapsed to the floor, trying to process everything that was happening to me. I finally got to mess around with my hot boss-- I got to become my hot boss-- only now I was stuck with his shitty life? I would be stuck dealing with his fallout while he gets to take my clean reputation and bail out without any consequences. Well, other than the consequence of trying to make something positive out of my own shitty life, I guess.

All I could do was watch as the new Bobby Fischer walked out of my new office, leaving me alone and half naked on the floor.

So, this is me now. Becoming my toxic alpha bro boss was... not something I would have planned, but hey-- it could be worse, right? Honestly, I'm still not sure which of us ended up with the short end of the stick. He's definitely got a higher ceiling for success-- but that's only if he can get promoted all of the way back up. I'm sure that would be a ton of money... but until then, he's only getting a junior salary, and he's stuck in my body to boot. Regaining the muscles he used to have takes time, and he's stuck with that baby face no matter what he does.

Theo's POV

I never thought my twelfth birthday would end with doctors asking if my twin brother could move into my head, but that’s exactly how it went down.

Carson and I were identical twins—same messy brown hair, same green eyes, same smirk when we were up to no good. But I was the one tearing around the neighborhood on my bike, getting picked first for pickup games, and cracking jokes that had teachers shaking their heads with a grin. Carson was the quiet one. Smarter in that bookish way. He’d rather build massive Lego cities than chase a soccer ball, but we still did everything together. Until we didn’t.

I heard most of it secondhand. Mom pulled me into the hallway outside Carson’s hospital room, eyes red and puffy. Dad stood beside her, arms crossed so tight his knuckles were white, looking more exhausted than I’d ever seen him.

“The doctors say the disease is tearing up his nervous system,” Mom said, voice cracking. “They want to put him in a medically induced coma so his body can rest and try to heal. But Carson… he lost it when they told him. But he doesn't really have a choice.”

I shifted my weight. “So now what?”

Dad rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s this experimental procedure they’re testing. They can transfer his consciousness into another living person—share the body.”

I stared at them. “Share… with who?”

Mom glanced at Dad before answering. “They offered your father or you. Carson picked you, Theo.”

My stomach did a weird flip. “Me?”

Mom squeezed my shoulder. “It’s temporary, sweetheart. A few months at most. He’s been through hell already—the tests, the pain, missing everything. He just wants to feel normal again. Run around, play outside, be a kid. You two can switch who's in control whenever. The doctors swear it’s safe.”

I looked down at my sneakers. Part of me wanted to say no. This was my body. My life. I was the one who had soccer practice, who got invited to sleepovers, who everyone at school knew as the fun twin. But Carson was lying in that room looking small and scared, and the guilt they were laying on me was heavy.

“He really chose me?” I asked.

Dad nodded. “Without hesitation.”

I swallowed hard. “Okay. If it helps him get better… yeah. He can share with me.”

Mom pulled me into a hug so tight it hurt. “Thank you, Theo. You’re a good brother.”

---

They didn’t waste time. The next afternoon, after a bunch of tests and forms that our parents signed, they brought Carson and I to a procedure room. He looked pale and nervous, but when he looked at me he gave a weak smile.

“You sure about this?” he asked, voice small.

I tried to sound like my usual confident self. “Dude, it’s gonna be weird, but we’ll figure it out.”

The doctors placed the sensor bands on both our heads, explained the controls one more time—basically a mental “push” to switch who was driving—and started the process.

I felt a strange buzzing behind my eyes, like static in my skull. Then everything went fuzzy for a second.

When it cleared, I was still in my body… but I wasn’t alone.

I could feel him there. Not like a voice exactly, more like another presence in the back of my mind. Quiet. Waiting.

Hey, I thought, testing it. You there?

Carson’s reply came through hesitant but clear. Yeah. This is so strange.

Out loud I said, “Okay, this is officially the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to us.”

The doctors asked if we could switch. Carson mentally nudged me over, the way they’d described, and suddenly I was… watching. My own hands moved without me telling them to. Carson sat up straighter, looked around the room with my eyes, and smiled—my smile, but softer, the way only Carson smiled.

“Cool,” he said with my voice. “I can feel everything.”

He flexed my fingers, then reached up and touched my face like he was making sure it was real.

After a minute he receded, and I was in control again.

---

The first couple of months were weird, but not as bad as I thought they’d be.

Carson stayed mostly quiet in the back of my head. He almost never asked to take over. I’d feel him there, watching everything—soccer practice, riding bikes with the neighborhood kids, laughing at lunch with my friends—but he was happy just riding along. Like a normal kid again.

This is awesome, he’d think sometimes when I was kicking a ball around or eating pizza after a game. That was about it. No big conversations, no fighting over control. I’d offer to switch sometimes, but he’d always say he was good. I kept living my life, and he got to tag along without anyone knowing. It actually felt kind of nice having him there. Like old times, but quieter.

Then things started to go sideways when we found out his body wasn't getting better.

At first it was just small updates from the doctors. “Some setbacks.” “Slower progress than we hoped.” Mom would come home from the hospital looking drained, and Dad would sit at the kitchen table staring at nothing. I could feel Carson getting more tense in the back of my mind, but he still didn’t say much.

By month four, the hope was gone. The disease had done too much damage. Carson’s body wasn’t going to wake up the way they wanted. Not ever.

We had the conversation as a family one night after dinner. Mom and Dad looked wrecked. I sat there with my arms crossed, trying to act like the strong one.

“We can’t put him back in there just to die,” Dad said quietly.

Mom nodded, eyes wet. “The doctors say… it could be any day now. Or it could drag on for weeks. But there’s no recovery.”

I felt Carson shift inside my head. Not words, just a heavy kind of sadness.

“So what?” I asked. “He just stays with me forever?”

Dad looked at me. “For now, yeah. Until we figure something else out. You’ve already been doing it for months, Theo. You’re handling it like a champ.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to say this wasn’t supposed to be permanent. But every time I thought about shoving Carson back into a dying body, I felt sick. He was my brother. My twin.

“Yeah,” I said finally, keeping my voice steady. “We’ll keep sharing. It’s fine.”

Carson didn’t say anything, but I felt a small wave of gratitude from him.

A week later, Carson’s body died in the coma.

The funeral was on a gray Tuesday. I was wearing the itchy black suit Mom made me put on. My friends from school had come, and a bunch of relatives I barely knew kept patting my shoulder and saying how sorry they were.

Suddenly, I felt Carson surge forward without warning. My body stood there completely still while the casket went down. No tears, no shaking, just staring straight at the grave with my face set hard.

Carson? I thought. Hey, talk to me.

Nothing. He didn’t answer. I tried for the first time to force my way back into control of my body, but he didn't let me. Didn’t even seem to notice I was there. He just kept control. It was almost as if his presence was stronger in my head than mine was.

For the next three days he stayed in charge. He went to school as me, sat through my classes, answered when teachers called on him. He even played soccer at recess, but quieter than I usually did. My friends noticed something was off and asked if I was okay. Carson just shrugged and said, “Yeah, I’m good.”

I tried to take over every night when we were alone. He blocked me every time. No explanation. No conversation. Just silence.

By the fourth day, he finally let me push through while he was brushing my teeth before bed.

I spat out the toothpaste and looked at myself in the mirror. “Carson… you good, man?”

He didn’t answer right away. When he did, his thoughts felt exhausted. Yeah, I'm fine.

I wanted to say more. To ask why he shut me out, why he wouldn’t even talk to me. It felt strange having him lock me out like that in my own body. Uncomfortable. Kind of violating, if I was honest. But I bit it back.

He’d just watched his own body get buried. He’d lost everything except this—except me. If he needed a few days to just… be a normal kid, I could deal with it.

“Alright,” I said out loud, keeping my tone casual. “Whenever you’re ready. I’m here.”

I didn’t push it after that. But deep down, I was already wondering how long we could actually keep doing this.

---

A few years went by and somehow this became our normal.

By the time we hit sixteen, I had it down to a system. School days? Carson took the wheel. He’d sit through classes, grind through homework, ace the tests, and even show up for the volunteer shifts at the animal shelter that looked good on college apps. I’d check out in the back of my own head, thinking about who I was texting later or which party I could sneak into that weekend. It worked. He got straight A’s, I got to stay popular. Win-win.

To deal with the high stress of our unusual arrangement, Carson took up weight lifting. He’d wake up super early, take over control, and spend two hours in the basement with Dad’s old bench press while I was still half-asleep. By junior year our body looked fucking incredible—broad shoulders, arms that filled out t-shirts the right way. Girls noticed. I made sure to enjoy that part.

In fact, he let me have all the fun—spring break road trips down the coast, summer parties at the lake, Friday nights where I’d sneak out after Mom and Dad went to bed. I’d hook up with whoever was into it and Carson would stay quiet in the back, never complaining.

But as much as he did all the hard work for me, I still started to resent having to share my body with him. I never said it out loud, but some nights, lying in bed, I’d feel him there and think about how nice it would be to have my head to myself again. Just for a day. An hour.

It didn't help that Carson also became our parents' unequivocal favorite after all this. To them, Carson was the golden boy. Good grades, polite, always offering to help around the house. Then when I was in control, I was always getting up to trouble in their eyes.

One night I came home past curfew, still smelling like bonfire smoke and some girl’s perfume. Mom was waiting in the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Theo, this is the third time this month. You’re out all hours, not answering your phone—”

“It was just a party,” I said, keeping my voice easy, flashing the same smile that usually worked on everyone else.

Dad walked in, looking disappointed. “We wish you could be more like… well, like your brother.”

Mom sighed. “Carson never pulls this. He’s focused. He actually cares about his future.”

I smirked, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “Oh yeah? If you like him so much, here.”

I shoved control forward hard. Carson took over mid-step, blinking as he adjusted.

“Mom, Dad, it’s me,” he said quietly with my voice. “Theo was just out with friends. I’ll make sure we’re both on top of things tomorrow.”

They softened immediately. Dad clapped him on the shoulder. “Thanks, son. We know this isn’t easy on either of you, but you’re handling it so well.”

I stayed in the back, arms crossed in my mind, letting him soak up the praise while I stewed.

It happened a couple more times that year during bigger blow-ups. They’d start in on me for being lazy or staying out too late, comparing me to Carson, and I’d force the switch right there. He never complained to me about it afterward. He’d just think, You good?

Yeah, I’d reply. I’m good. But fuck I was annoyed that my parents couldn't see how unfair they were being to me after I'd given up everything to help Carson.

---

We got the Oxford letter in the spring of senior year. Astrophysics. I didn’t give a damn about what Carson decided to study as it got us out of the house. I’d been pushing for somewhere big and loud back home — ASU, Clemson, Auburn — parties every weekend, football games, girls everywhere. But Oxford? I had to admit it sounded good coming out of my mouth.

“Yeah, heading to Oxford in the fall,” I’d say at parties or when people asked. Their eyes would light up. The muscular jock who was also smart enough for Oxford. I loved that shit. Loved the way girls started texting me more once the news spread.

So we moved to England. New city, new appartment, new life. At first it felt like freedom.

Then the coursework hit.

Carson insisted on being in control all the time to keep up with it. He would grind through the material late into the night most weekdays and during the day on the weekends. I’d then only get to be in control on weekend nights where I would waste no time hitting the pubs and chatting up girls.

Still, Carson would always be pushing to go back home those nights. Theo, we need to catch up on orbital mechanics before the next tutorial, he’d push. I’d wave it off. Chill, man. We’ve got this.

I'd be lying if I said tension wasn't already building between us, but things came to a head when he met Davie.

It was in a physics study group. This guy — slim, dark curly hair, sharp smile — kept hanging around with us after all our other classmates left, asking questions that he seemed like he already knew the answers to just to make Carson feel smart.

One night night, back in the flat, Carson spoke up in our mind while I was in control scrolling on Instagram.

Theo… I need to tell you something.

What’s up?

I’m gay. I’ve been sure for a while. Didn’t want to say anything before. But… I like Davie. From the study group. I want to ask him out. Just a coffee date or something.

I froze. Oh, ok. I thought back. Dude, that’s fine by me.

Relief washed through him. Thanks.

But asking him out? I pushed. I don't think you should do that. People will think I’m gay. That shit will spread around campus. And that shit will kill my cred with the girls.

Carson went quiet for a second. Then: It’s not fair, Theo. You get to party every weekend. You get to hook up, have fun, live your life in this body. I’ve been carrying the schoolwork, the volunteering, everything hard for years. I deserve to be happy too.

I felt a flash of guilt, quickly buried under irritation. Yeah, well, this is still my body. You're lucky I'm letting you live in it at all.

He didn’t argue after that. But I could feel him thinking.

The next study group was a few days later. I figured we’d review the material, then I’d take over and head to a party I’d heard about. But when the session wrapped up, Carson stayed in control. I tried to push forward. He held firm and kept me out.

Davie was packing up his notes. Carson walked over and cleared his throat.

“Hey, Davie,” he said, voice calm but a little nervous. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab coffee or a drink sometime. Just us. Like… a date.”

Davie’s face lit up with a surprised, genuine smile. “Yeah. I’d really like that. Tonight work?”

Carson smiled back with my face. “Tonight’s perfect.”

I sat in the back of my own head, stunned, watching the whole thing happen. Davie gave us his number, and they set a time. As we walked out of the library, I tried again to take control. Carson wouldn’t let me.

Carson. What the hell?

He didn’t answer. Just a quiet, determined feeling from him as we headed back to the flat to get ready.

Carson stayed in control the whole evening. I was stuck in the passenger seat, watching everything unfold like a bad movie I couldn’t pause.

He met Davie at a small café near campus just after seven. They grabbed drinks and ended up talking for hours. Davie told stories about growing up in Manchester, his terrible attempts at cooking, and how he wanted to work on satellite design after graduation. Carson laughed easily with my voice and opened up about the pressure of Oxford and how much he loved weight lifting to clear his head.

“You’re not at all what I expected when I first saw you in study group,” Davie said at one point, grinning. “You’ve got this whole confident jock thing going on, but you actually care about the material. It’s refreshing.”

Carson smiled. “Yeah, well… there’s more to me than people think.”

They closed the café down. When it was time to leave, Davie hesitated, then asked, “Want to come back to my flat? It’s not far. We could watch a movie or something. No pressure.”

Carson didn’t even glance back at me for permission. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Back at Davie’s small, messy flat, they put on some sci-fi movie I’d never heard of. They started on opposite ends of the couch. By the middle of the film, Davie had shifted closer. He reached over and laced their fingers together. Carson’s heart — my heart — started hammering. I could feel the flush in our cheeks.

Davie’s other hand moved slowly, resting first on my thigh, then sliding up to squeeze the muscle there. “You’re really strong,” he murmured, almost shy. His fingers traced up to my bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze. “This is… impressive.”

Carson stayed quiet, but I felt how fast his breathing had gotten. When Davie leaned in and kissed him, soft at first, then deeper, Carson froze for half a second before kissing back.

Our heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might explode.

Davie pulled back a little, smiling. “You okay?”

Carson swallowed. “Yeah. I’ve… never done this before.”

Davie raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. “Wait, really? I just assumed—”

Carson cut him off quickly, voice a little embarrassed. “No, I mean… never done this before with a guy.”

Davie’s expression softened. He brushed a thumb over our knuckles. “How is it? Do you like it?”

Carson nodded, still catching his breath. “I like it a lot.”

They kissed again, slower this time. After a minute, Davie pulled back just enough to look at him curiously.

“So why now?” he asked. “Why with a guy? Why me?”

Carson gave a small, easy smile. “Because you’re really hot… and you haven't stopped making eyes at me in study group. Kinda made it impossible not to go for it.”

Davie laughed softly, clearly pleased, and pulled him in for another kiss.

I sat in the back, jaw clenched, saying nothing. But the resentment burned hotter than ever.

After the kissing got heavier, clothes started coming off. Davie’s hands were all over my chest and arms, squeezing the muscle Carson had built. Carson was breathing hard, letting it happen, following the heat.

They moved to Davie’s bed. Carson was on top, and things escalated quickly. He lined up and tried to push in all at once, the way I’d done with plenty of girls. Davie’s eyes widened and he let out a sharp scream, grabbing onto my shoulders.

“Fuck— wait!” Davie gasped.

Carson froze immediately. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Davie laughed breathlessly, even though his face was still tight. “No, you’re good. You’re just… way too big to shove in like that without warming me up first. Go slower, yeah?”

Carson nodded, embarrassed but eager. He pulled back, took his time this round, using his fingers and more lube until Davie was relaxed and pushing back against him. When he finally slid in all the way, Davie moaned loud, his hole tight and hot around us.

“God, that feels good,” Davie breathed.

Carson started moving, finding a rhythm. He had watched me hook up enough times that his form was solid—deep, steady strokes that had Davie gripping the sheets. But this was different. Davie’s hole stayed so tight, clenching around us with every thrust. Carson groaned with my voice, hands roaming over Davie’s chest and sides.

They started feeling each other up more. Davie ran his hands over my biceps and abs, squeezing hard. “Flex for me,” he said, voice rough.

Carson paused mid-thrust, looking a little awkward, then clumsily flexed my right bicep. The muscle popped up tight. Davie grinned and kissed it. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Carson got bolder. He grabbed Davie’s hips, lifted him up while still inside, and fucked him in the air for a few strokes like he weighed nothing. Davie’s eyes rolled back. “Holy shit, Theo—”

Then Carson set him down gently and flipped him over into doggy style. He pressed in close from behind, wrapping one arm around Davie’s chest in a hug while still thrusting. He kissed the back of his neck, surprisingly tender. Davie pushed back against every stroke, moaning.

Carson reached around and wrapped his hand around Davie’s uncut cock, stroking him in time with his hips. Davie was throbbing hard, leaking all over my fingers.

They switched again. Davie climbed on top, riding cowboy. He bounced faster, taking us deep, his own cock slapping against my abs. Carson kept one hand on his hip and the other stroking him.

“I’m close,” Davie gasped.

He came first, shooting across my stomach in thick streaks. Carson didn’t hesitate—he scooped some up with his fingers and licked it off, tasting it. Davie watched with wide, turned-on eyes.

That pushed Carson over the edge. He gripped Davie’s hips tight and came deep inside him, groaning loud with my voice as our body tensed and released.

They collapsed together, sweaty and breathing hard. Davie curled up against my chest, and Carson wrapped an arm around him. They fell asleep like that, cuddling close under the blanket.

Carson finally drifted off, content. I didn’t say a word to him that night.

Carson stayed in control for the rest of that week. He spent most nights at Davie’s flat. I felt everything — the laughing, the making out, the sex. He was getting more confident each time, learning what Davie liked. I tried to push for control constantly, but he kept me locked in the back.

By the following Saturday evening he finally let me back in. I didn’t waste a second.

I took over and headed straight to the pub. I was pissed. I drank hard, shot after shot, trying to shake off the week of being trapped in the passenger seat while he lived out whatever this new life was. I flirted with a couple girls, but I was too sloppy. They gave me weird looks and moved away. Everything after that is a blur. I have no idea how I got back to the flat.

I woke up the next morning with a brutal hangover. Sunlight stabbed through the curtains. And Carson was back in control.

Carson? I thought immediately. Give me the body back, man. I feel like shit.

He didn’t respond. He just got up, walked to the kitchen, and picked up the phone like I wasn’t even there.

“Mom? Dad?” His voice — my voice — shook as he spoke. “It’s Carson. Something’s wrong. Theo went out partying last night and… when I woke up I couldn’t hear him anymore. His voice is just gone. I feel completely alone in here. I don’t know what to do.”

I started screaming inside. Carson, what the fuck are you doing? I’m right here!

Our parents’ voices came through the speaker, calm. Worried for him, but not panicked. “Sweetheart, don’t freak out,” Mom said gently. “Just breathe. It’ll be okay. You’ll figure it out. We’re here for you.”

Dad added, “Stay safe. We love you. Call us if anything changes.”

I felt sick. They didn’t even sound that upset. Like losing me was just another complication for their golden boy to deal with.

Carson hung up, walked back to the bed, and lay down. He pushed our shorts down and started slowly stroking our cock, eyes half-closed, thinking about Davie. About how good it felt to fuck him.

Carson! I screamed. Stop this. Talk to me!

He finally answered, voice cold in my head. “Shut up, you dick. I can hear you. You know what? I am so sick of this. I think I’ve been able to do this since the beginning, but I never wanted to try because it would be awful. But I’m done with your shit, Theo.”

What are you talking about? I thought, panic rising. Stop messing around.

He kept jerking off, steady strokes, while he flexed our right arm, admiring the bicep in the mirror across the room. I felt him start pushing. My presence got squeezed, shoved into a smaller and smaller corner of our brain.

I screamed louder. Carson! Don’t! Please!

He ignored me, breathing heavier, stroking faster. His thoughts were full of Davie — tight heat, moans, the way he’d looked up at us. Our body tensed, muscles hard. I felt weaker, smaller, like I was fading.

Carson, I’m your brother! Stop!

One final hard stroke and he came, groaning as he spilled over our hand. In that moment the pressure became unbearable. He shoved hard, and I was ejected. Everything went white.

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Carson's POV

I lay there in the quiet of the flat, chest still heaving a little, staring up at the ceiling through eyes that were finally, completely mine. Theo’s body—my body now—glistened with streaks of my own cum across my abs and chest. It felt warm, messy, real. I dipped two fingers into the biggest pool of it, scooped some up, and slowly rubbed it across my pecs, spreading it in lazy circles over the muscle I’d built for years. The smell hit me—thick, masculine—and a low groan slipped out of my throat. Theo’s throat. Mine.

Part of me waited for the guilt to crash in. I’d just erased my own brother. My twin. But the longer I rubbed that slick warmth into my skin, the more that little voice faded. Nah. Fuck that. Theo had been treating me like a parasite for years. Using me for grades, for the heavy lifting, for keeping our parents off his back while he partied and fucked whoever he wanted in my downtime. This? This was justice. Long overdue.

I reached over for my phone and opened the camera. The screen lit up on my face: flushed, hair messy. I angled it down, capturing the shine across my chest and stomach, my spent cock still half-hard against my thigh. Click. Perfect.

I typed out the text to Davie, smirking the whole time.

Me: Partied a little too hard last night. Woke up like this and all I could think about was how much better it would’ve been if you were here to wake up next to me. Wanna come over and spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled up in bed?

I hit send, then admired the selfie again before putting the phone down. Yeah… I’m definitely making this guy my boyfriend. For real. Mom and Dad are gonna be so happy I finally have a steady relationship after all these years of “me” being the responsible one. They’ll eat it up—proud of their golden boy settling down with a nice British guy.

I ran my hand down my stomach again, smearing more of the cum lower, fingers brushing over my cock. It twitched hard, thickening back up fast. Fuck. This body was all mine now. Every inch. The broad shoulders, the arms that could lift Davie like he weighed nothing, the dick that made him moan like that. No more sharing. No more passenger seat. No more Theo.

All mine. All mine. All mine.

My cock throbbed fully hard again in my grip, and I laughed low and satisfied, giving it a slow stroke as I waited for Davie’s reply. This was just the beginning.