Trent lay back in his new body and thought over what had just happened. He was a God. He could become anyone and anything he wanted, and he didn’t even need their permission. All he had to do was take it from them. And with his new rippling muscles and devilishly handsome manly face, that shouldn’t be too hard for him anymore. God, he had never felt this huge. He wasn’t inhumanly large, but he had the body of a pornstar now, a body he had created and then taken control of, allowing his old one to be subsumed by the two Adonises and then claiming them as his own.
But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted the ring’s power for himself. He wanted to be a God himself, not to need some piece of jewelry to do his will for him. And he knew how to do it. Lying on the bed, craning his head over his thick neck, he carefully removed the ring from his gloved finger and placed it on the heaving slab of muscle that was his left pec, right where Ryan’s face had disappeared minutes earlier. He concentrated. A circle of liquid flesh opened up beneath the ring, letting it fall in and dissolve. Trent felt the ring’s power flow through his bloodstream until it reached his head, and he was overcome with energy. It felt like the orgasm he had had with Ryan. It was like an ocean was pouring itself into his veins, and he was temporarily blinded and deafened. He couldn’t feel anything either other than the torrents of energy that the ring had become inside him.
But instead of solidifying, the pool of liquid flesh began to spread, until his pecs were literally melting off of his chest and pooling on the floor. This scared Trent, but he did not have enough control yet to stop it happening or even to physically react. Inside his head he was screaming. His buff arms began to lose solidity as they joined his chest on the floor, and soon his cobblestone abs and thick, meaty legs were doing the same. He got a not-entirely pleasurable orgasm as his erect dick dissolved into the tan puddle of flesh, and when he could bear the sensation no longer and gave in, his head joined it.
He could do nothing for a few minutes. Everything was black and quiet. He had no body, only a vague awareness of his consciousness being spread all over the bed, with a certain knowledge of what parts of the puddle originally belonged to him, what parts belonged to Shawn, and what parts belonged to Ryan. It all belonged to him now, and he could do with it what he wanted; Shawn and Ryan had been dissolved with his old body into nothing more than memories, fetishes, and habits, like Ryan’s smirk.
As the orgasm subsided and Trent’s mind cleared up, he began to realize what he could do now. He was no longer bound to any specific solid form. He could now control his body and its shape with nothing but his mind, and he could merge with new people at will. He began to think of the possibilities. He needed to try something simple at first, as he was unfamiliar with this new form of existence. He decided to absorb the tight leather gloves that had fallen off when he had melted. He started to move his liquid form around, at first slow then gradually faster, until he had surrounded and submerged the gloves within himself. Then he thought about dissolving them, and within seconds they were liquid as well, mixed into him.
Now he needed a body. This time, though, he wanted to watch as it solidified. He made two eyes appear out of the puddle, facing the mirror, so he could see the beige mess he was. Anxious to be corporeal again, he lifted an arm out of the liquid. It looked strange at first, until he began to move it a little. It started to become solid, with a rich tan skin, as flesh pumped into it to form bulging biceps, thick triceps, a meaty forearm, and a huge calloused hand at the end, just as it had been before he merged the ring into himself. He smiled inwardly, and Ryan’s trademark smile appeared on a mouth right below his eyes. On his command, flesh piled toward that area, and he watched as some of it slinked away to reveal that incomprehensibly handsome bearded combination of him, Shawn, and Ryan that he had felt collapse under the ring’s (now his) power only moments earlier. He was in total control now. He was a monster now, the stuff of nightmares, but he could shape himself into the perfect man. After the head, the rest of his hunk of a body was easy to recreate. It was an impressive sight to watch in the mirror, as a flesh-colored pool of liquid built itself of its own accord into an incredibly muscular, incredibly handsome man in his late 20s.
He decided to try one more thing: on his command, as though moving a finger, black liquid began to pool out of his hands and encircle them, coating them in formless tendrils of black leather. They snapped into place, resolidifying into his tightly fitting black gloves. But this time, he could feel everything they touched as though they were his skin. He relished his new power, the control he now had, and began to think of the infinite sexual possibilities. He was no longer tied down to human life. He was something else entirely. He was a God. He was a monster. He was the ring, and the ring was him. He decided to go back to the gay bar to try some new ideas.