You were hit by a feeling, watching your old briefs squirm to absorb your old, geeky self. Your kidnapper noticed your wavering attention, quickly snapping to focus back on him.
You did, but your thoughts, despite being possessed to not care about your old self was fighting back.
"Ey, we're gunna get you clothing so follow me." He glared at you, daring you to resist. A large part of your now changed being wanted to follow him, a fellow bro.
But a smaller part was raging.
Again you glance at the now still briefs, entranced and unable to look away. Despite your entire being wanting to force you away from the briefs, the sensation of smooth strokes on your cock bringing so much pleasure, you didn't turn.
"Oi, focus on me ya bas-" your kidnapper was cut short as your new, muscular body springed into sudden action, a fist powered by both the skater's muscular body and your true self punching the guy square in the face.
As he fell, the adrenaline and testosterone fueling and enraging you didn't tell it was enough. In a fit of irrational rage, you had picked up the metal box and quickly walked to the downed man.
You wanted to stop.
But a small powerful part didn't.
A squelching sound erupted alongside the crashing of metal on stone, the man's brain matter scattering on the floor.
You're breathing hard, and your stuffy brain wasn't making it easy to rationalize and realize what you've done.
But you didn't care. No one commands you.
Quickly you ran to the briefs, the remains of your old self inside. Your essence.
Your whole body was resisting you, sweet words and pleasure coursing through you to stop the small voice from winning.
This is your body. Not anyone elses.
You pull down the boxers, knowing full well that the skater had already seeped into your body, and removing this piece of apparel won't remove him.
But you needed your old self too. Your engorged cock leaks as you slide the briefs up your muscular legs, getting its band stuck on your iron rod.
But your muscular hands persisted.
The moment the briefs covers your hard cock and tents, you came...
Hard.
The mixing of both skater and geek cum commences in the briefs, your brain blank as the pleasure reaches a crescendo.
Like the boxers, the briefs clung tight to your waist as the mixed essence began to flow back into your changed body, your cock vibrating as the essences flows into your body, reabsorbed.
The body seemed to tighten with its muscle growth, before a surge of memories and personality, your old geek self returns to the rightful seat of control.
But not alone. Both the geek and the skater was merged.
You fell to the floor, convulsing as the two personas merged into one.
A new being opened his eyes, looking up to the ceiling in confusion. But memories surge to the forefront of your head as you look to the corpse.
A short realization strikes you, for you remembered what you had done.
But inside, you grin. The skater and the geek is one, and you're going home a new man.