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“Duuuude,” he said.

I had just returned from the past. This douche ran into me on the street and had the audacity to say it was my fault. So I made sure he went to football camp instead of business school.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

He smiled dumbly. “Nah, man,” he chuckled. His eyes flitted down to my crotch.

“Josh, why did it take so long? Are you feeling ok?”

“Do you know me?”

“Josh, stop joking around”

“Wow, you are a beauty”

“What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing… by the way… you said that my name is…”

“Josh.. what are you playing?”

“Josh, I like how it sounds… and you are”

“Alice. I don't like this game. I was really worried for you”

“Sorry babe. Don't get mad at me I am just fooling around”

Alice relaxed. She didn't want to go to a small remote European village. At the end, she had heard some horror stories about the place. She just panicked when Josh left to take a bathroom break that lasted almost half an hour. But now she was ready to leave the place. Sadly for her, Josh had been replaced by an old man… hopefully the new Josh manages the situation well or things will end badly for the young couple.

"Are you going to do the spooky voice, or can we just get this over with?" she asked, gesturing at the grimy Ouija board on the coffee table.

"It's about atmosphere," Jamie mumbled, placing the board between them. He'd bought it at a car boot sale, drawn to how old and grimy it looked. The planchette felt strangely warm.

They went through the motions, their fingers resting on the plastic triangle. "Is anyone there?" Jamie asked, his voice cracking slightly.

The planchette shuddered and began to move. G-A-Z.

"Gaz? Is that you, granddad?" Chloe giggled, taking a sip of wine.

But Jamie felt a jolt, a genuine spike of ice-cold fear. The name felt dangerous. The planchette slid again, faster this time. N-O-T G-R-A-N-D-A-D.

Chloe soon got bored and went home, but Jamie couldn't shake the feeling. Alone in his room, he felt a pull towards the board. He put his fingers back on the planchette. "Who are you?"

M-A-T-E. C-A-N H-E-L-P.

A voice, low and rough, echoed not in the room, but directly inside his head. Bored, ain't ya? I can tell. This whole life... it's a bit fuckin' tame.

Jamie flinched. "Who is this?"

Name's Gaz. I'm stuck in this shite piece of wood. But I can still do things. I sense what you want, Jamie. You wanna be bigger. Harder. More exciting. I can give ya that. Three wishes. All I ask is you let me tag along for the ride. See the world through your eyes for a bit. What d'ya say?

Jamie’s heart hammered. It was insane. It was a trick. But he was so tired of being himself. "Okay," he whispered. "Deal."

A Few Days Later

A few days later, Jamie was walking past a pub when a group of lads, the exact kind of guys who intimidated him, started giving him shit. "Look at this pretty boy," one of them sneered.

Normally, Jamie would have flushed red and hurried past. But Gaz's voice was a poison drip in his ear. Go on, mate. This is what you wanted. Time for yer first wish. Just wish for the balls to handle it.

"I wish I had the balls to deal with this," Jamie thought, a desperate, panicked prayer.

It felt like a switch being flipped. A surge of pure, violent adrenaline flooded his system. His fear vanished, replaced by searing-hot rage. He didn't feel confident; he felt feral.

"What'd you fuckin' say to me?" The voice that came out of his mouth wasn't his. It was a guttural snarl, his accent twisting into something ugly and common. He shoved the main lad, hard. The ensuing fight was a blur of clumsy, brutal violence. Jamie won, leaving the other guy with a bloody nose, but his knuckles were raw and his whole body screamed in protest.

He stumbled away, horrified and buzzing. Gaz's voice cackled in his head. See? Works a treat, dunnit? Now I'm linked up proper. We're gonna have a great time, you and me.

Jamie's life began to unravel. Gaz was a constant presence, a vulgar commentator on everything. He filled Jamie's head with crude thoughts about men and made him feel nothing but irritation for Chloe.

Jamie started looking in the mirror and hating the soft, middle-class boy staring back. He felt pathetic. The body didn't match the aggression simmering inside him.

"This is your fault," Jamie hissed at the voice in his head.

My fault? I gave ya what ya wanted! It ain't my fault you're built like a fuckin' twig. You look like a pansy. Maybe you should use wish number two to fix that.

He was exhausted from fighting. Maybe if he just gave in a little, things would get easier. "Fine," he growled. "I wish I looked the part. I wish I was properly fucking built."

A jolt of searing, electric heat slammed into his spine, so intense he cried out and dropped to his knees on the floorboards. His bones groaned, popping and cracking as his entire frame was brutally reshaped.

He felt his shoulders crack and widen, stretching his t-shirt until the seams screamed. His clavicle felt like it was being pried apart, creating a broader, more powerful base. The change was agonizing, a wave of raw power he couldn't fight.

Then came the muscle. Searing heat flooded his torso as slabs of pectoral muscle swelled into existence, hard and defined. His stomach clenched violently, the faint softness there boiling away in seconds, replaced by a brutally etched six-pack. He gasped as his arms, weak and slender moments before, began to swell. His biceps and triceps inflated, veins popping up like thick wires under his skin, his arms becoming thick, powerful weapons.

The fire concentrated low in his gut. A deep, demanding ache growing in his dick. He could feel himself thickening, lengthening inside the torturously tight denim of his jeans. The pressure built, an intense, throbbing weight as his cock swelled, growing heavier, thicker, a dominant cut of meat straining for release.

He tried to scream, to say "What the fuck is happening?!" but the voice that came out was alien. A low, familiar, gravelly rumble that vibrated in his new, thicker chest. "W-wha... the Fo'k" The sound was a shock, a rough, guttural sound that wasn't his. It was Gaz's voice. It was his voice now.

Finally, a brutal purge. Memories of Chloe, of gentle kisses and shared jokes, dissolved into static. His university course, the books he’d read, the future he’d planned, all of it was wiped clean. The thrill of a scrap behind the pub. The taste of cheap cider. The feeling of a stolen moped vibrating between his thighs. His thoughts became simpler, heavier, focused on survival, on power, on the heavy, aching weight between his legs.

He was left on his hands and knees on the floor, panting, sweat-soaked. Slowly, he pushed himself up. He looked in the mirror. Staring back was the man from the picture. Hard eyes, thick hair, a powerful, leanly muscled body. His jeans were impossibly tight now. He hooked a thumb into his waistband, pulling it forward slightly to look down at the thick, heavy bulge pressing against the zipper.

Gaz stared at his own hard reflection, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. He could feel the last scraps of Jamie fighting inside, a pathetic whisper in a hurricane.

"My turn, pretty boy," he rumbled, his voice low and final. "One wish left. And it's mine."

He met his own eyes in the mirror, his voice a raw command.

"For my one wish: Shove this straight prick in a cage in my head so he can't do shit but watch. Make this body mine for good. And make every lad who sees it desperate for my cock."

Jamie's consciousness was slammed backwards, locked into a spectator's chair in his own skull. He had eyes and ears, but no mouth, no hands. He was a prisoner watching his life on a screen he could never turn off.

Gaz felt the last resistance snuff out, replaced by the faint, satisfying hum of Jamie's silent, unending scream. A final surge of power hardened his body, locking everything into place. It was done.

It was the brutal, demanding ache in his jeans.

His new cock was a heavy, insistent presence, a thick slab of meat that pulsed with a need so intense it was the only thing he could think about. This body hadn't been used properly, and its new engine was screaming for a test drive.

"Right," he grunted to the empty room. "Time to break this in."

He didn't bother with the front door. He vaulted the back garden fence with an easy, powerful grace that felt completely natural and landed silently on the side street. He shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking, a predator looking for prey.

He turned the corner onto the main road. Bathed in the orange glow of the streetlamps, two lads were walking towards him. They were deep in conversation, smoking and chatting.

"Nah, mate, you wish she was lookin' at you," one of them, with a sharp fade, was saying.

The other, in a baseball cap, just grinned. "She was, dickhead. You was too busy..."

His voice died in his throat.

Their eyes had lifted from each other and locked onto Gaz as he approached. It wasn't just a glance. It was like their brains hit a brick wall. The banter, the smiles, the thoughts, all of it vanished, wiped clean. The light in their eyes went out, replaced by a dumb, slack-jawed hunger. They stumbled to a halt in the middle of the pavement, their bodies going rigid.

Gaz didn't break his stride. He walked right up to them until they were forced to look up at him, their faces a mask of mindless, desperate need. He could see the bulges forming in their trackies. He smirked. It worked even better than he'd imagined.

He stopped, towering over them. He jerked his head towards the dirty pavement at his feet.

"On your knees," he commanded. His voice was a low, gravelly rumble.

Like puppets with their strings cut, they dropped. The scrape of their joggers on the concrete was the only sound. They knelt side-by-side, looking up at him with the blank, total devotion of a dog waiting for a command.

Gaz unzipped his jeans, the sound loud in the night air. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, aching with power.

They didn't need to be told twice. They surged forward as one, clumsy and desperate, their mouths open. Gaz grabbed the back of their heads, feeling the rough buzz cuts under his palms. He leaned back against the brick wall, a wave of pure, triumphant power washing over him.

To be honest with you my life wasn’t one worth complaining about, but it sure wasn’t one I was crazy with having. Growing up in a small town where hardly anything new happens. Same old shit, same old different day.

Oh? Me? I’m just another closted gay kid in the sticks. I was from the city but when my mom fell for this farmer guy, I was forced to move out here. Nowadays I just spend my days in the town because my new step-dad kicks me out of my room all the time. While I was walking down the very small networked streets, I couldn’t help but just go to the nearest alleyway to take my anger out on a few bags of trash. I was wearing steel toe boots so at least my feet were somewhat protected should there be glass or metal.

I wasn’t angry at my mom for wanting to live her life in happiness. I was angry that I was forced to be a part of a community that would immediately lynch me if word got out that I was gay.

As I took my anger out on the trash, one happened to split open. And there among the garbage was this crazy looking necklace that could’ve came out of a movie. Normally I don’t mess with stuff like that but I couldn’t help but take it and put it on. Next thing I realize is that my body becomes intangible and I was practically hovering slightly in the air. I was practically a spirit now!

Throughout the day I was partaking in mischief throughout the town. Making dishes float in the diner and coffee pouring itself in a cup, writing stupid shit on foggy mirrors in the barber ships, whispering during the church sermons, oh I was going the whole nine yards! But during my spree of causing fear, I saw the one man who was the target of my wet dreams and fantasies. His name is Ryan and he was walking around town waiting on his friends. No doubt he was completely unaware of the havoc I was causing.

For clarification, Ryan was as idiotic as he was muscular. Poor thing was too dumb to understand things like bigotry or racism or even to see when someone was making passes at him. He was just nice to everyone. It honestly blew my mind how someone that hot can be so idiotic and nice. As such I would touch myself many of nights to the thought of him being in a relationship with me. To be cuddled and held in those beefy arms and spoiled by a man with no mean bone in his body. But then the wet dreams of me getting railed by a certain bone in his body also intrigued me. However, I realized recently he’s planning on leaving to go to college in L.A. in a couple of days. How he managed to do something as go to college was beyond me. But I was both happy for him but envious that he was leaving this static shithole.

Using my newfound abilities, I made some trash fall in the alleyway so he could walk towards the source. And just like a moth to a flame, he did just that. I didn’t want to scare him but I wanted to use these new abilities to just be close to him. To take in his scent one last time and see him from a closer angle before he was gone forever. As he looked at the trash bag, I gave a deep inhale to take in his cologne while seeing those rippling muscles hidden behind his thin blue shirt. What I wasn’t expecting was to get so lost in his scent that I didn’t realize he got up and ran into me.

Everything was black for a bit until my eyes opened. I was looking the opposite direction but I didn’t feel light anymore. I felt incredibly heavy. That’s when I realized that I must’ve entered Ryan’s body when he walked into me. I was shocked but I couldn’t do anything to show it. I was just a passenger in Ryan’s body. At first I didn’t think much about it since I could just hitch a ride in Ryan to live life alongside of him, but soon my thoughts were replaced with a new idea.

Why hitch a ride as Ryan when I can BE Ryan??

These thoughts must’ve held more power than I thought because Ryan stopped in his tracks and noticed his cock beginning to tent in his shorts. He shrugged and was going to continue walking until I willed his feet to stop. No. The Ryan who walks out of that alleyway will be me!

My emotions caused his confusion to form a cocky grin as he peeled off his shirt. He began to feel his muscles and kiss his biceps as I continued to force my soul as the owner of his body. As he was busy worshipping himself, I started forcing myself into his brain by thrusting my essence inside. This caused Ryan to moan as he began to get more cocky over his appearance. With each thrust of my essence, my personality, my mannerisms, it would all send ineffable pleasure to his system.

His moans picked up as he massaged his massive pecs and played with those perky nipples of his as I gained full control of his brain.

“Fuck this towb. Glad I’m leaving all these stupid asses behind.” He laughed.

That made me hard. Not once have I ever heard Ryan swear. My personality and everything else was merging with his own. But it looks like I’m the dominant aspect in this fusion. With my newfound influence, I had his soul expose itself to me in which I devoured it and merged with it. This process caused Ryan to grip his head and keel over. I was overtaking everything that he was as my soul spread itself throughout his body. I would’ve expected Ryan to shout and plead but instead he was moaning and laughing. Looks like my influence really infected him.

With one final push, Ryan stood up and let out a mighty roar as his muscles contracted all at once and relaxed as his cock released ropes of cum in his underwear from all the pleasure. His face was one of apathy before he smirked.

“Hello world.” I say in my new deep voice.

I look down to see my heaving muscles and laugh.

“Fuck. I really did it.”

I started stroking my still hard cock through my shorts until I fired another massive load inside, and just to test my strength I ripped my underwear off from my mighty legs and started eating the massive load caught within.

“Fuck yes … so good . .” I groan out as I feast.

I tossed my shredded underwear into a trashcan once I was done and walked out to the main street. There my now flaccid monster was hitting my legs and my shorts with each step I took. I sat at a bench to test something out. As I tried my hardest to focus on separating from Ryan, I couldn’t. It seems I’m permanently fused to him.

c-tilla asked:

Can you make a story about a nerd twink that has been bullied all his life by a very muscular quarterback jock and after a really bad prank on him decides to take revenge by setting him a trap and absorbing him but instead absorbs the Jocks cocky younger brother and discovers that the younger brother also wanted to absorb the jock so he sets up another trap and ends up absorbing the jock that was supposed to be the original target?

Life can be a cruel mistress.

Especially to a nerd, and doubly so when they are a twink.

This was the case for Noam:

Short, skinny fat, and not overtly into "manly" things, he has been a target since middle school.

He thought things would get better once he got into college, but just his luck, his main bully is attending the same university as him, as while Noam got accepted via his brains, his bully got in through his brawn.

His athleticism.

He is now in his third year in college & nothing has changed between the two despite the distance. He goes to the gym at different times, has different majors, and a vastly different social circle. And yet, his biggest opponent still finds a way to get at him.

He has been thinking of transferring to a different university at an different state just to get away from him.

He is not being overly dramatic either.

First year, he got his first girlfriend as nerds can find love as well, but things turned sour one night when he returned to his dorm one night to find his bully bedding his girlfriend in his own bed.

He ran out & threw up for the next hour. Rumor has it that his ex is now carrying his bully's child.

Second year, during an awards ceremony, he had a bucket of fish dumped on Noam as he received his award.

He smelt like rotten mackerel for a week straight & gained the nickname of "fish boy" among his classmates.

Every year, every semester, it was something humiliating.

It was too much, and the school was not going to punish a star athlete. They bring in millions after all, why mess that up?

His friend, Charlie, found out that he was a few days, some signatures, and some voice confirmations away from transferring out of the state.

He was not having that.

"Look don't leave bro. Things will get better, I promise," he said worryingly.

"When? How? Minus the earth opening up and swallow him whole, he is going to drive me up a wall until I am in a small padded room for the mentally insane," Noam screamed.

Charlie sighed.

"I think it's time to use this. Look, I was not always this social butterfly. I was heavily bullied until...."

Noam interrupted: "Until what," he said with surprising boom in his voice.

"Well, if you can't beat them, make them become one with you."

Noam was confused, which which was evident for Charlie based on his twisted facial expression.

"You ever wonder why our athletes seem so perfect? Why they can perform so well on the field & in the classroom? It's because they have been targeting all of the non-athletic smart students & having the athletes assimilate them," he said calmly.

"Why," Noam asked.

"Because sports have grade requirements, a life time of getting dirty on a field or working up sweat isn't exactly academically simulating. So rather than deal with the issue of having a bunch of dumb jocks humanely, they make smart dudes like you give their brains over to the jocks to create the perfect all rounders."

"And how does this help me & how does it involve you," Noam wondered.

"I wasn't always this roguishly handsome & fit. I certainly had no career in track & field before last year. I was like you a nerd, and I learned after some rumors & snooping around that I was to be assimilated into a track star. Let's just say I outsmarted him, and now he serves me rather than the other way around. It feels great to be honest."

"So you plan on having me absorb him. Your plan is to have me merge with THAT jerkwad," he said loudly.

"Either that or you leave. It's no telling if you are slated for assimilation, but let's say you are chosen to become a part of him."

"Then make him a part of me instead," Noam said with calm.

Charlie smiled.

"You are going to love every second of having that jerk's body & power under your command. Trust me."

Charlie flexed his right arm, mountainous bicep peaks showed through his sleeves.

Noam was open to the idea. The idea of it made him lick his lips.

And so for the next forty-eight hours they planned a trap.

To those formally involved in the Jock-Nerd Program, Charlie was just another successful merger, and so he had access to the tools; the chemicals. And because he was able to move in & out of most social circles, he was able to figure out the target's desires.

The bully had dreams of being an actor & model.

So he created fake flyers about auditioning for roles to shows that did not exist. To him, the universe has answered his dreams.

It had an immediate effect, he stopped bothering anyone & focused on getting ready for the audition. It was a relief for many.

Charlie went & got an DNA sample from him.

"What is this for," Noam asked.

"To screen out visitors. He won't be the only person coming to audition. Once he passes through our screener, we will stop admitting other folks, go through the motions, and then devour his moronic self."

Noam smiled.

A week passed & it was midday. Noam was in a room hiding so that he would not be recognized.

Charlie had other friends in on the plan to assist. They were in their own orbits, and did not know who to aim for, so they were more muscle to help tie their target down if he tried to escape.

For next the two hours, it was a meeting of the whose who of the campus. Gorgeous ladies, handsome studs; they were all ready for the screen.

The screener, disguised as a walk-through metal detector blared green confirming that the target had not arrived yet.

It then blared red.

Security checked the individual for any metal objects. Charlie's phone lit up to let him know that the target has arrived. He gave a nod to the other volunteers, and proceeded to shut the fake auditions down.

The excuse given was that they had seen more than enough, and they will be wrapping up. Anyone not checked in or seen already were turned around to leave.

"This way sir," a volunteer said.

He gleefully followed them into a room located on the other end of the building.

"Before we begin, we need to see if you fit the physical profile of what we need," they said.

He nodded & took off his shirt & began flexing his arms:

"Like what you see," he asked with an cocky attitude.

They were smiling but cold faced. He was not really their type, and they were not there to sleep with him either. His purpose was to give everything he showed them to Noam.

While he was busy flexing, one of the volunteers lowered the window blinds & covers, and turned out the lights.

It was pitch black.

"Power must have went out. For a school with an multi-billion dollar endowment, you would think they would invest in better wiring."

"Yeah," he said nervously.

As they distracted him with small talk, Noam was sneaked in.

Before long he was right behind his target.

"So should we leave, or..." he said.

Noam spoke up.

"We'll leave, but let's do it together."

As if it calling on the power of his ancestors, he spun the shirtless stud around & held him in an strong grip in his left arm.

Before he could register & respond to what just happened, Noam took out a large vial, big as his hand of blue liquid & poured it over himself & his target. When the liquid covered both men, the target began to squirm & protest.

But it was too late.

As his pushed against Noam, his hands & arms began to sink into Noam's body. Noam held him tighter & soon their shoulders & chest began to mix & merge as well.

He began to moan, being a mix of pleasure & confusion wrapped up into one. But for Noam it was pure pleasure.

He could feel a constant flow of liquid flow into is body, and with each passing second, as his target's body mixed with his own, he felt himself getting stronger & stronger.

It was euphoric.

After a minute most of the target's body was within or sagging off of Noam. The only indication that he was there was his voice mixing haphazardly with Noam's.

Noam, now the focal point & soon to be sum total of two men looked like a hairless bloated vaguely human shaped mass.

His mouth opened wide, wider than what was humanly possible & began to almost howl.

First it was the DNA, every part of their genetic structure would be merged into an new traditional double helix structure.

As their DNA finished merging, Noam's bloated body began to twitch. With each twitch, his body began to change shape into something more human.

Each creek, each moan, the new Noam was arriving.

At the beginning Noam would have two voices, and by the end, they would settle into an singular one.

As his body contorted & reshaped itself using the stud as guidance, he felt his center of gravity shift upwards as he grew taller.

He began to issue short grunts as his buttocks was the first body part to form & settle. He could feel a wetness in his pants as his rod & jewels took shape into bigger and longer forms, the pleasure of feel his new enhanced sack making him spill his new seed every five seconds.

His legs were next, his thigh & quad muscles stopped shrinking & began to twist & creek. He knew he would be walking around with tree trunks.

Then his chest & shoulders stopped shrinking. He never thought that he would have manly pecs, but his target was helping him breaking his limits. It was not just bigger, but heavier & tighter. All the fat melted away from his shoulders revealing mounds of pure muscle.

Then his arms stopped shrinking as well. Instead they reshaped themselves. Then there were tight snaps, anchoring his new biceps & triceps. A constant battle of reshaping & snapping would occur, his ligaments determined to hold in place his new massive mountains.

His neck followed soon after, becoming two to three times their original size.

Next was his stomach. He was skinny fat before in life, flat with no real muscle definition, but the stud he was absorbing would not let that continue any longer. His stomach would tighten flat again, pulling tighter until his obliques were visible & then he could feel pressure as his abdominal stones pushed through as they grew. More tightening happened & they became distinct. Noam could not help but moan louder. It felt so good.

He could feel as his face contorted, his skull took on new shapes as the target's facial features joined his own. His skull began to itch as his hair grew back into a different color & texture. At the same time, his feet & hands took shape at last.

A few moments later, and it was done.

The lights turned back on.

"Woah, you look great. He did a number on you," one of the volunteers said.

Noam took one final deep breath, looked at the two men.

"Thanks for your help,... oop, that's a new feel, my voice dropped a few decimals. If you would excuse me..," Noam said before running out of the room.

There was an unused private gym in the building, and he went inside to get a better handling on the new him.

Once in the locker rooms, he sat down & took a photo of the new him:

"You did a number on you hunky idiot. Look at this square jaw, and....."

A flood a memories began to flood Noam. A dawning horror came over him.

He did not absorb his intended target, he absorbed his target's younger brother, Archer.

The bully was still out there being an horror to anyone not a jock or someone he could sleep with.

And cruising Archer's memories, it gets no better. Just as he terrorized those at school, so did he terrorize his brother.

He was stronger, yes, but he knew that he would not stop.

Theodore would go harder with two of his target's merging their being as one. Now he they were related.

But there was something else there.

A desire... for revenge.

As Noam became aware of everything Archer experienced in life, so did Archer learn everything of Noam's.

He wanted in. He also wanted to punish his brother by taking everything he is. He did not care that it would be someone else who would walk away with everything. Within Noam's subconsciousness, Archer was relishing the thought.

These thoughts filtered into Noam's active mind; made him more determined.

After wiping himself off & putting some clothing back on, Noam went to meet with Charlie.

"It worked," he said excitedly.

"It failed. We captured his younger brother," Noam said in a low voice.

Charlie was shocked at first, but he realized what happened.

"My guess is that they are full blooded brothers, so the genetic closeness was enough to fool the net. Does he have any other siblings we should be aware of?"

Noam searched through Archer's memories.

"A sister," he replied.

"Nothing to worry about then. They are still working on cross sex mergers. We will be in graduate school or somewhere else by then if ever."

So they sat another trap.

They would capture him after practice, but until then, Noam enjoyed every second of the new him. Archer was like a subdued less douchey version of his elder brother.

A teaser of what is to come.

Archer's & now Noam's elder brother:

Theodore, goes by Theo.

Outside his parents, teachers & coaches; no one calls him by his full name. Those who did woke up with a black eye or two.

He did not just gain respect, he demanded it. Willingly or forcibly did not matter to him.

And he was anxious.

He was part of the J&N program, but he has yet to be assigned a nerd to devour. But for now, he practices hard.

He was on the football team, training to one day go pro as an running back. But he has so much competition, the program was supposed to give him options. There were auditions yesterday, but he arrived after the cut off & went home.

He would normally take his frustrations out on his brother Arch- no Noam, but his dorm room has been empty of late.

After a hard practice session, Theo was walking home when he saw a nearly naked lady walking to somewhere unknown. She looked back at him seductively, inviting him closer.

No torturing his younger brother, so he would have to settle for bedding another hot one.

His rod perked up in agreement.

When he was about five feet away from her after a brisk walk, there was a rustling sound from the bushes near him, and then his surroundings grew dark.

Noam & Charlie ambushed him, and covered his head in a small burlap sack that only covered his head. It was laced with an sleeping medicine.

"Quick, to my car," Charlie said in a hushed tone.

As the two men carried Theo to the car, Noam asked:

"How long will this last?"

"Twelve hours, even for someone like him. We are taking him to the campus recreational lake hotel. A place where two guys moaning is not out of the ordinary."

Noam smiled.

Within half an hour, the Theo was in an room sleeping with his captors standing above him.

"Want to do it now," he asked.

"No, I want him awake. I want him to feel as every fiber of his being become mine," Noam said with some excitement.

It was Archer within him. Pushing his desire to absorb Theo even higher. The result of merging two of his victims.

Charlie handed Noam two vials.

"Good luck."

"See you when I am a new man, literally."

Many hours passed. It was hard for Noam, here he was helpless, ready for the taking, but he wanted to wait. Wanted for Theo to fight back & fail.

As morning drew near, as the sun began to break the skyline, Noam took the small vial with green liquid & drank it. Without it, it would be a fifty-fifty merger and result in an entirely new persona. He & Noam would be nothing more than materials to create someone else. He instead wanted Theo to upgrade him as Archer already did.

He wanted to be in control.

Theo woke up.

"Man that sleep felt good, I wonder where she went...," he said as he looked around.

But there was no hot lady, only the figure of his brother with a cocky smile on his face.

Theo narrowed his eyes.

"Been looking for you bro. Needed a punching bag last night, but a morning session is fine with me."

Noam threw the contents of the bigger vial on to Theo as he laid in the bed.

Theo spit out some of the liquid as it got in his mouth.

"WHAT THE-"

Noam could not hold back anymore. Theo will be his now. He wanted his strong body, his cockiness, his bloated virility.

He needed it all, and he needed it now.

As Theo processed what just happened, Noam was half way in the air hovering before him, descending down at an alarming speed. There was a thud as Noam landed on top of him.

All he could do was squint his eyes & grunt as he braced for the weight of his young brother.

"You had this coming Theo. Now get in me & give me your body & mind," Noam said loudly.

He then mushed his face against Theo's & almost instantly their faces began to contort & mix together. Where their skin touched around the rest of their bodies, this occurred as well, and as both men were naked, their full frontal were in the throes of merging.

Their nerves connected & could now feel each other's body as if it were his own. Noam grew excited feeling what he was taking into himself. Theo was fearful of the strange new sensations, but the liquid soaked his entire being & turned his fear chemicals into pleasure chemicals.

Theo braced Noam's upper back in his own arms, pulled his conjoined head back, pushed his hips upward in the air, and let out a loud moanfull groan.

It was so loud, that the occupants in the other rooms could hear him, but they did nothing. Instead they thought he was in the throws of pure pleasure, that he found someone that good. Instead it made them bed their own partners or pleasure themselves.

The assimilation of Theo into Noam had initiated a full blown orgy within the local vicinity. It was as if they were mating as a way to send off Theo as a individual, and to welcome the new Noam that was being created.

Enough of Theo's DNA had passed into Noam and completely merged into him, creating once again a new traditional double helix structure.

There was no fight back. Theo enjoyed the sensations too much & squeezed Noam harder, causing his body to sink upwards in Noam faster & faster.

Noam was moaning as well as every second he could feel Theo flow into him, every second as every ounce of his strength & power became his. All he had to do was lay on top as Theo gave in & rushed to become one with him.

As Theo flowed up & broke down within Noam, one could hear glooping sounds.

Before long, with a final whimper, Theo was now within Noam.

He was nothing more than bloated stud-ly mass looking for place to settle.

Noam took the same position that Theo did & layed in the bed alone.

He looked up at the ceiling fan. He was ready.

As if on que, the Theo mass began to distribute themselves within Noam.

It felt so good to feel Theo's body give & become a part of his being, and at the same time, Theo's memories began to meld with his own.

Noam's rod perked up and began issue large volleys of his seed. Out with the old, in with the new. He had no issue with Theo upgrading the genetic potential of his future progeny.

Noam began to moan loudly, making the occupants in the other room move with more passion.

There was a stretching noise as Noam grew even more taller, and his frame more wider.

With a wider & taller frame, his muscles exploded in size to meet his new skeletal proportions.

Pop. Pop.

His shoulders & neck exploded with more muscle.

Pop. Pop. His neck & biceps followed soon afterwards with their own sudden growth.

Gloop.

His hands became more meatier.

There was no sound for his abdominals, but they would reshape & contort to be closer to what Theo had, as if he was directing them himself.

Gloop. Pop.

His buttocks exploded into the size of bowling balls, and nearly as hard too. His rod, still pushing out his seed, grew longer & thicker as if they were a large worm undulating. Theo's jewels hugged Noam's own & merged into a new larger pair.

Pop.

His legs became even thicker, and he was already walking around with tree trunks thanks to Archer.

Pop.

His quads became even bigger.

Gloop.

His feet became thicker so that they could hold his bigger frame.

His rod finally stopped issuing more seed, and at the same time his skin grew tighter all over, giving him more muscle definition.

His face, a random mess of facial body parts, began to resemble a proper human face again.

He had the square skull shape of the two brother's with some of his length sneaking in. His nose was Theo's. His mouth was Archer's. His ears was a combination of his own & Archer's. His eyes where a combination of his own & Theo's. His eyebrows a combination of all three.

The two brother's had completely taken over his head hair. Absorbing the two brothers had ensured that he was blond all the way down to his roots. His hair volume was from Theo, while the texture was from Archer. The only say his own hair had in the mixture was the eyebrow color.

Noam took a deep breath.

He slowly got out of bed & put some shorts on. He looked at the seed soaked sheets & blushed a little. The Theo within him made him feel proud about it as well.

As if on que, Charlie walked into the room. He looked at the empty wet bed, and then looked up to the new stud starring at him:

"What do you think," Noam said with an even deeper voice.

Charlie smiled & snapped a photo.

"Like a million bucks. Taking this photo to be placed in the campus yearly calendar."

Noam smiled and then walked into a bathroom to see if he looked as great as he felt.

He began to do various poses in front of the bathroom mirror. Thanks to Theo, he had experience with that now.

Deep within his subconsciousness, Archer watched as Theo advised Noam with glee as if it had always been that way. As if he was always just a part of Noam's being. He smirked & gave into their combined consciousness, Theo would not be the only one nudging him here & there.

"Theo was a running back, but with a body like this, do you think that I can try out for quarter back?"

Charlie raised his eyebrows.

"Getting a bit cocky there. Gian will be hard to displace."

Noam took a glance at his right bicep, now a mountain taller than what Theo could command on his own.

"But not impossible.," he said as he smirked.

"But let's deal with these soaked sheets, and uh.."

"What," Noam asked.

"If you inherited any of Theo's baby mamas. He bedded half the female student population, and quite a number of them were carrying his child."

Noam smacked his left hand to his face.

"Crap."

"Since you think you are better than me, let's make a bet out of it." Tom suggested with a smirk.

"Oh ok, I am game." Blake paused. "What's the bet?"

"Losers become the winner's socks for a few hours." Tom opened up his TF Pro Max app to show Tom that it was possible. "Unless you want to admit that I am better than you." He added.

"Prepare to have your own app turned against you," Blake set up the game system and loaded the game. "I will beat you regardless."

"Prove it." Tom said as he was selecting his character to fight with. "Talk is cheap."

Blake selected the Undertaker. When he saw Tom select Rey Mysterio, he laughed. "This is going to be super easy. Prepare to be my socks."

Tom just looked at him with a smirk on his face. He felt he didn't need to respond since his playing would do all the talking for him.

Blake was in shock that he was losing to his roommate several seconds later. He was beating the Undertaker with Rey Mysterio. Try as he might, he could not keep his character down for the three count. When he hit the finisher of the 619, it was a done deal. He could not kick out of the pin. Tom had beaten him with an underdog character.

"See, I told you." Tom pointed his phone camera at Blake and hit the flash option before Blake could protest or request another round. He watched as his roommate was reduced to a pair of white socks. He picked them up off the couch. They felt good in his hand.

Blake felt powerless in Tom's hands. He couldn't move or speak. 'At least it's only for a few hours, I can handle that.' He thought to himself.

"Now the feet test." Tom smirked as he put on his new pair of socks. He wiggled his toes in them. "Wow, you feel great on my feet." He decided he would go for a walk to break in his new socks. He walked to his room and grabbed his most comfortable pair of sneakers. He sniffed one and found it extremely toxic with his foot odor. He put them on without a second thought.

Blake thought being walked on was bad enough, but it got worse when he found himself trapped in Tom's sneakers with no escape from the foul foot odor left behind by the owner's feet. "I changed my mind, changed me back. This is torture." He mentally pleaded, but saw that Tom would not hear him one bit. He was just a pair of socks now. There was no way to voice his discomfort on his roommate's feet.

Tom got back to their place an hour and twenty minutes later. His feet were sweaty from the long walk, but never felt better. His socks brought on a level of comfort he had never felt in socks before. He began to wonder how much level of comfort his socks could really provide. He remembered it was only to be a few hours, but he hoped that Tom would not mind borrowing him for a little while longer.

Blake was in misery as he felt plastered to his owner's sweaty feet. He could taste all that foot sweat as though the whole feet were in his mouth. The musky odor of the feet combined with the sneakers felt like a stinky prison. He was relieved when Tom finally peeled him off his sweaty feet but was disappointed when Tom didn't change him back. He was tossed over the chair in his bedroom and left there. Tom didn't even speak to him. Blake began to wonder when Tom would keep his word and change him back to normal.

The next morning, Tom got up, washed and got ready to go to the gym. He grabbed his socks and put them on his feet. He put on his favorite gym sneakers. They were just as foul as the ones he wore yesterday. He didn't mind it since it wasn't his problem. His socks would have to endure the smell just like yesterday. He then went to the gym to do his normal workout.

"Not fair! It's been longer than a few hours. Change me back!" Blake pleaded to no avail. He found himself in another stinky prison, but he knew it would get worse. He knew it was time for Tom to go to the gym. It would be another sweaty time on his owner's feet. He mentally dreaded it.

Blake was right to dread it as Tom continued to work out at the gym. His owner's feet began to sweat, causing him to cling to his feet. He began to stink like the musky sweat all over his owner's feet. It began to saturate his sock bodies. He wanted it all to end and be back to normal, but he was a Tom's mercy until he was changed back. He was powerless to do anything about his situation. He hated it. This bet was only to be for a few hours, not last into the next day. He was a person, not a pair of socks.

The weeks went by as Blake was forced to be worn on Tom's feet day in and day out. Tom would only pick him to wear each and every day. He didn't even bother to wash him one bit. He reeked of the foul stench of his owner's feet. Tom never spoke one word to him, but treated him like common socks. He would go about his day, walking on him to no end. His only relief was when Tom took him off when he went to bed and to shower. Once his owner was up in the morning, he would be worn back on his owner's feet all over again. He grew to hate gym time so much.

Three weeks later, Tom noticed how quiet the place was. It was then he realized that Blake was still on his feet. He had gotten so attached to his new socks, he had not changed them back yet. He had been wearing them literally every day. They were a really comfortable pair of socks. He still has the revert data in his phone and may use it one day if he ever decides to do so. Until then, as long as his socks weren't complaining, why should he ever change them back. He laughed at that thought as he scrolled on his tablet. 'Silly me, socks can't complain, they simply are socks.'

Picture source: Instagram account @feetof_jaee

Jay kept noticed his roommate Tom starring at his feet at times when both of them were in the living room. He would try to ignore the stare, mainly. This went on for about a month, until he had to know why.

"Is something wrong with my feet?" He finally asked Tom, wondering what his reply would be.

Tom gave Jay a nervous look at first. He had hoped partly that his roommate had not noticed he would look at his feet so often, and yet he hoped he did.

"No, your feet are perfect in fact." Tom broke the silence after a few seconds. "I am sorry if it bothered you that I looked." He added, turning away from his roommate.

"Thanks, I guess." Jay paused. He was now curious. "You like feet?" He wiggled his toes to see Tom's reaction. He saw his roommate's face light up with excitement at seeing his toes wiggling. "I take your silence as a yes." He added with a smirk on his face.

"Sorry again it it's a little weird." Tom looked at Jay's feet and turned away again. He didn't want to fully admit it, but he was obsessed with his roommate's feet.

"Tell me what you are thinking now?" Jay paused, still wiggling his toes at Tom. "Don't worry, I won't judge you." He added.

Tom was feeling reluctant to say, but he decided he would be brave. "You promise you won't judge?" He saw Jay nod yes to his question. He decided to tell him. "I have been obssessed with your feet for a while." He paused, almost feeling shame for what he would say next. "I wanted to be a foot slave at your feet for a while. I was just so scared to tell you." He felt a little relieved to finally reveal his fantasy.

Jay laughed a little at what he just heard. He almost couldn't believe it. "Honestly," he asked, wanting to be sure he heard right. He saw Tom nod back. "Well, I am not that surprised, especially how you starred at my feet so much." He paused, as he thought about it. "I will let you be y foot slave on one condition." He spoke up.

"Name it, anything." Tom's face lit up with excitement.

"You have to do anything I say and be completely loyal to me say your foot master." Jay paused with a smirk on his face. "Deal?" He extended the offer.

"Deal." Tom didn't wait to think about his decision. He had been wanting this for a long time.

"Well, you know what to do. Get down to my feet and start worshipping them like a good foot boy." Jay smirked as he saw Tom didn't need a second invitation to be at his feet. His roommate immediately got on the floor at his feet without a second thought.

Tom got down at Jay's feet. He immediately put his nose between his toes, sniffing them. He loved the distinct odor coming from his feet. He would often sneak a sniff of his rank socks and sneakers when his roommate wasn't noticing or wasn't in the room. He continued to sniff, before starting to lick between each toe with his tongue. He soon licked the entire sole of both feet.

Jay was loving the foot worship. It felt good feeling his roommate's tongue going up and down the soles of his feet. The tongue between each toe was even more enjoyable. After all the foot licking, he saw Tom massaging his feet with the right amount of pressure. He was in heaven. "I should have had you as my foot boy a lot sooner if I knew this." He smirked as he laid further back on the couch. He enjoyed seeing his now foot boy down at his feet serving him. He wanted this kind of service every day now. "I hope you know what you started, because you aren't getting out of it until I say so, foot boy. You are foot boy now and no longer my roommate." He added, still with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, Master Jay." Tom replied without even thinking. He was too much enjoying being controlled by his former roommate who is now his foot master.

For the next several months, Jay had his foot boy be home everytime he was home, worshipping and massaging his feet. He really enjoy game time. He would play on the system while his foot boy was down at his feet serving him. Sometimes, he used him like a footstool while he gamed and watch TV. He saw Tom never complained about being a loyal and obedient foot boy under his control. They both were enjoying the dynamic of each other's role in the apartment. He had his foot boy to do whatever he told him, and Tom had to foot master to control him every day like he fantasized about.

One day, Jay discovered the TF Pro Max App on the dark web. He downloaded it to his phone. The idea of changing a person into an object intrigued him. He wanted to try it out.

"Hey foot boy, I want to change you into a sock and see how it feels on my feet." Jay smirked down at this loyal boy being used as his personal footstool while he was relaxing.

"As you wish, Master Jay." Tom wasn't resistant to anything his master wanted. Nearly every day, he was being a footstool and sometimes a footrest under his master's desk at home. He especially love that part. Having his master's feet resting on his face while he worked on his computer was enjoyable. The entire time, he would be ignored like a footrest while Master Jay was above on his computer.

"Such a good foot boy." Jay removed his legs and feet and pointed his phone camera at Tom. He hit the flash option. Instantly, Tom was a white sock on the floor. He picked him up and put him on his foot. He wiggled his toes in his new sock. "Wow, you make a great sock too." He smiled down at his sock. He then realized he needed another sock. He couldn't just walk around on just one sock. He heard a knock on the apartment door. He went to see who it was.

Tom was in foot heaven. He was completely wrapped around his master's foot. He was so loving every second of it. He thought worshipping his foot was great, but being a sock on his owner's foot was even better. Being walked on was a little painful, but he didn't mind it as long as his master's foot was comfortable. All he wanted to do was serve his Master Jay.

Jay opened the door to see Oscar standing there. Oscar was one of Tom's friends he used to hang out with prior to becoming his foot boy.

"Is Tom here? I haven't seen him in ages. He doesn't even answer my text anymore." Oscar asked. He missed his closest friend. He had to come check on him.

Jay then had the perfect idea. He did need another sock to make it a complete pair. "He is in here. Come on in." He invited him and close the door back. He locked it and lead him to the living room. "Have a seat. I will tell him you are here." He waited for Oscar to sit down and look away from him. At the right time, he pointed the phone camera at Oscar and hit the flash option.

Oscar immediately felt strange. He couldn't move or speak. It was very disconcerting. Even his body didn't feel like it always does. He felt singular with no limbs or even a head. He felt soft and extremely flexible. He felt a hand picking him up. The next thing he felt, he thought he was dreaming. It felt like a foot was entering him. He could taste and smell of a strong odor. He wasn't fond of feet much. He tried to get away, but was powerless as he pulled up on a foot.

Jay wiggled his toes in his other sock. "Wow, human transformed socks feel great. I think I will keep you both like this for a very long time." He laughed, looking down at his new pair of socks. "At least, Tom, you won't be alone on my feet. I might even make you friend my foot boy as well." He sat down to watch TV while enjoying his new socks.

Tom was so ecstatic of the idea of serving his master's feet for a long time as a sock. It was everything he had ever imagined. Whether as a foot boy or as a sock, he didn't care. He just wanted to be close to his master's foot no matter what. He hoped that Oscar was enjoying this as much as he was. "Mmmmmm.....Master Jay's foot....... Worship......"

Oscar wanted to squirm, but he couldn't even do that. He was literally wrapped around another guy's foot without his consent. Even to hear that his best friend was also a sock made it worse. Yet, to hear that Tom was his roommate's foot boy, he was shocked. That was the reason why he had not seen him in ages. He was too busy being controlled by his roommate. The fact that Tom's roommate wanted to make him his foot boy as well, scared him. He was powerless as a sock to stop him. Not being fond of feet made this whole situation a nightmare. All he could taste was a foot. All he could smell was a foot. Being walked on was so painful that he cried with each step. He just wanted it all to end.

They crave acceptance, so if you get them to try the gym, you can shift their mindset away from books and character building and towards boners and body building.

Get them to goon to build up testosterone, but not cum to prevent wasting it. Keep them distracted by making them meal prep, make them tired by forcing them to push harder at the gym, they’re still pathetic nerds that want mental stimulation, so recondition them by letting them learn correct form at the gym and how to calculate macros.

I'm a chav bitch. This mean I like to dress like a chav, act like a chav and most importantly serve other chav.

I recently realised I was born to serve men.