Ty raced back inside his school and headed to the Science Lab where he hoped to find the two geeks that he'd chosen. He wasn't set on only changing two of them though. And if this worked out the way he planned, then he was going to need several other smart young Freshman geeks for at least three or four of the big football jocks so he could help out the school's football team and still get to experiment with his new power.
But first, Ty needed to see what the end results would be with the Murdock twins.
Ty stepped into the Science Lab and saw just one of the two geeks he'd originally wanted, but the other thin Freshman geek staring into a microscope might work even better than the one he'd first targeted. Justin Li was going to make a great addition to their Football team, Ty guessed, laughing about his alternate choice.
"Hey guy's," Ty shouted, entering the quiet Science Lab. Nine faces lifted from the microscope's in front of them as Ty stepped inside. "Hey Justin, Carlos. Can I bother you two guy's a minute?"
Carlos Sanchez and Justin Li glanced at each other nervously, following Ty from the Science Lab and into the hallway.
"Hiya, Ty," Justin said, wondering why the jock was even speaking to him. "What's up? You want me or Carlos to do your homework again? I've told you before doing that nearly got me into a detention, Tyler."
Carlos snickered.
Ty shook his head. "No, Justin. I don't, but I really need your help. Well, the school's varsity football team does. And you told me a few months back you'd wished that you were a football player, right?"
"Ah, yeah, Ty," Justin replied, "but I was talkin' about soccer! You know, like European football. I wasn't talking about American football. They're just brutes with simple brains ... and huge sweaty muscles."
"Oh!" Ty said, shaking his head. Ty leaned against the wall of lockers behind his back. "What if I told you I knew how to make it so you'd be popular, and way more muscular, Justin. And what if I knew exactly how to make it happen, for reals. Today. For you, too, Carlos. Wouldn't you both like having a mad hot girlfriend taking care of all your own ... perverted needs every night? Maybe even a sexy cheerleader who'd do whatever you wanted her doing for you, lusting for your own beefy muscular bod's."
"There's only one big problem with that," Justin replied, sweeping the greasy black curtains of his hair back upwards above his forehead. Justin leaned forward, and whispered, "You might not know this, Tyler, I can't believe I'm even gonna say it, bud, but I'm gay. You know ... homosexual, like ... I prefer guys. I've only told one other, Tyler, at least I think it was only one, but I try to keep my propensity, sorry, my being gay, to only my friends. Most jocks I've watched here aren't real understanding around gay guys, you know?"
"Speak for yourself, Justin," Carlos said, crowding himself between Justin and Ty. "Let's hear his story and hear him out, Justin. I for one wouldn't mind being popular, or a football player if it meant getting one of the sexy cheerleaders as a girlfriend. I'm not a gay homo, dude, and everyone already knows you are, or they at least think you are, but just cause you are doesn't mean I'd give up the chance to have way bigger muscles, Justin. Besides, maybe Ty can make one of them beefy jock football players you're always ogling over become freakin' totally gay for you, or something."
"Could you do that, Tyler?" Justin questioned, unable to prevent the swelling at his crotch from the idea. He knew exactly who he'd want lusting all over his sexual needs every night. "So what's the catch, Ty? And if I remember correctly, there's gotta be a catch to all of this, so, what is it?"
"Just follow me right now and I'll explain everything on the way," Ty said as he stepped away from the two Science geeks. Ty knew he had both of them when he saw their reactions to his comments about muscles. Both were scrawny little Freshman geeks. "And I'm sure you're gonna especially love who it is that really needs you to help him, Justin. I know he's gonna have to learn to be real ... appreciative, and real understanding about your sexuality and gay propensity. In fact, Justin, I'll make sure he'll become totally responsive to all your own homosexual thoughts. Just like you'll be responsive with all of his thoughts, too. And maybe you um, might even know him? The Senior, Dalton Murdock."
And with that, Ty turned and starting walking down the hall, smiling when he heard the quick patter of their footsteps racing up behind him, trying to catch up.
Justin couldn't believe that he was following the distrustful teen. But when Ty said it was the hunky blonde football superstar Dalton Murdock who wanted his help, he nearly climaxed. He didn't like Ty very much, and every interaction that he'd ever had with him--and there weren't many since they were still both Freshman--had gone horribly wrong. The worst was a book report he'd written for him, a twenty-five page thesis really, with almost no help from Carlos, about Dante's Inferno. He even warned Ty to change all of his wording, to change it with his own grammar and not turn it in unedited.
But Ty's laziness had almost earned him a week's worth of detention, well, he'd escaped punishment by ratting Ty out before he'd turned it in to his teacher. Ty had taken the fall himself, and he'd barely spoken to him since.
Hopefully, Justin thought, Ty hadn't held that against him. As for a girlfriend, maybe having two jock stud players to suck off at school could work if the other was the one he truly had a mad crush on, and an equally stunning twin brother. Just seeing those two blonde football hunks gave Justin one of his raging, hours long leaking hard-on's he'd often develop whenever he saw either of the twin blonde football jocks. Or any jock for that matter, Justin giggled.
By the time they arrived at the football team's locker room door, both of the Freshman Science Lab geeks were convinced Ty had gained magical powers despite the scientific impossibility. Ty had switched two Freshman's hair as they'd passed by without either of them realizing their change. And Ty had swapped both the clothing and hair on a group of six emo Juniors with six Senior stoner's walking just up ahead of them as he explained his bizarre plans about creating beefier, smarter football players by altering their already muscular bodies into larger, stronger football players without actually revealing specific details.
However, Ty had explained that their school's football team would become unbeatable, with much smarter, and far tougher football players once they both shared their geek knowledge and mind's with the two jocks.
And with the scientific knowledge and smart Freshman geek's brilliance shared with the jock's mind, they'd be rewarded by gaining the football player's own athletic finesse and talents implanted inside their own mind's. They would also share the similar muscular physique and build of the Senior jock Ty paired them up with as an added incentive, and be able to keep their new muscle body's if they wanted, inheriting even their same jock popularity and sexually dominant personality of the partner they'd be connected to temporarily.
The catch was--as Justin's words were repeated back to him--both had to become older, turning into Senior's themselves. But nobody except them and the two jocks they were paired with would be aware of their changes. Even their own family would think everything was completely normal about their new muscular physique's, Ty stated.
But the second catch Ty added to his plan wasn't shared. He'd decided their changes, good or bad, were going to be permanent for both geeks. He may need to change the Murdock twins afterward, separating the two blonde jocks from their conjoined new twins if their blending failed. And, Ty thought, he might want to convert the Murdock twins into somebody else's body at some point, conjoining them into another identical set of football jocks using two other Freshman geeks, maybe even making them quadruplet brothers as a separate new foursome.
And, yes, Ty promised when he'd seen Justin's growing reluctance, he'd adjust these revised plans to keep the Freshman geek interested. The hot blonde stud football player Justin had clearly wanted would not only share every one of Justin's same sex ideas and homosexual pleasures, Ty promised, but the jock would also become as responsive and completely helpless to elude or control their same physical reactions. Every stimulation, and every sexual pleasure that Justin's own sexuality implanted into him, Ty explained to the geek, would result in an even stronger arousal and more intense reaction from the Senior football jock's fully beefed up libido.
Ty knew Justin's mind was already racing with arousal once he'd added that bit. He also knew Justin Li's own active perversions and sexuality would also be changing into the blonde's heterosexual lusts once they became conjoined twins. But he wasn't going to reveal that to the little Asian horndog. No. Let the geek believe he would have one of the twin blonde football jock's for a gay boyfriend, responding helplessly to every same sexual gay fantasy even more strongly than the greasy-haired Asian geek thought or imagined himself.
Or maybe, Ty considered, he should actually let Dalton, that blonde Adonis Justin was about to be conjoined twin's with, have Justin's same gay homosexuality. That would mean allowing Justin's mind more dominance and overpowering thoughts to fully control Dalton's entire personality, though. And Ty had to listen to the geek keep asking if he could make Dalton gay, and if he would make them boyfriends afterwards, too.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, by doing that, Ty thought, it might cause the young Asian geek's intelligence to completely eliminate Dalton Murdock's sports dominant brain, forever. And Ty wasn't sure he really wanted something that merciless or potentially permanent to happen to either of the conjoined blonde twin's mind.
And at what loss of football and other athletic skills would Dalton permanently lose if Justin Li's own smart brain and gayness somehow replaced the football jock's own intelligence even after they'd separated?
Ty knew they'd both be sharing that beefed up jock's libido once they were conjoined, and the gay Asian's own libido would certainly influence and give the jock some, if not most of Justin's own gayness and gay arousal. But allowing that could also eliminate one of the beefy blonde twins from his school's straight heterosexual breeding pool, Ty thought, opening up Ty's own chances to score with some hot cheerleader. He could get rid of the girlfriend-stealing football jock permanently, and just dump Dalton Murdock into their school's large homosexual meat market population rather than allowing the jock to return to the hetero-breeder pool again.
It would certainly be satisfying, Ty chuckled, thinking he should really take more time to develop his powers more carefully, and work out the bugs before trying to blend the four teens into 2-headed conjoined twins.
Especially, if it could potentially result in a long-term, or even a possible irreparable change to one, or both of the Murdock twins if something went wrong or unexpected.
Ty hadn't even thought about all the new problems their blended merging may cause once they became conjoined twins, just like he hadn't figured out the Murdock's earlier walking or motion problems yet, either. He kept revising his plan to include a bit more, and was not exactly sure how to control his new awesome powers since they seemed to be mostly thought based. He'd only meant to change one of the emo Junior's hair and clothes with one of those Senior stoners, not all six.
And what terror was he going to experience from his stepbrother Dustin's new football hulk size if Dustin had turned against him? That wasn't real likely. Dustin wasn't very bright, and he loved that impressive muscle mass he'd gained with Ty's help. The guy's room always had bodybuilder posters hanging up on every wall in his bedroom even before the change. He likely would fear being turned back into a 16-year-old little shrimp and pre-pubescent late bloomer, again, too. Note to self, Ty thought. Warn Dustin he'd quickly become some plump little greasy-haired preteen gay geek if he ever rebelled.
But Ty couldn't wait to see the outcome with the two football jocks he'd finally have power over. He'd make those two blonde Adonis twins who'd practically stolen the hottest girls from every guy in his school suffer. Including, Ty thought, giving Dalton a well deserved punishment for stealing his girlfriend, and Justin for ratting him out on that book report he had to redo. And Dalton will suffer some permanent gayness, too, Ty decided, a fate worse than his twin brother, Thatcher's. Soon, they'd both pay for their overly-attractive blonde good looks, and their often cruel and unfair manliness that bullied others at school.
By merging their perfectly sculpted bodies with the two wimpy young Freshman geeks, both Murdock twin's were about to be personally connected to, and intimately aware of, every thought and inescapable forced male bonded closeness they could experience with another male. And it would be the geeks brain he'd let control the two Murdock twins's muscles outside of the football field by utilizing the Murdock's enhanced libido to dominate the geeks brain's into their forced conjoined submission whenever playing football.
Even when Ty separated their body's in the future, if he ever did, he'd make sure they'd retain those bonding memories. Along with all of their shared thoughts, and even their deepest personal affections and memories after being conjoined with the two smart Science geeks for the entire football season.
Hopefully, creating conjoined twin Murdock brothers would help Ty figure out how to create more beefy twins for the school's football team, and help them to get to the State Championship's. Once Ty blended these four teenager's into two intelligent conjoined twin football players by using the geeks little bodies for the extra muscles, brains and added tissues the jock's enlarging body's would absorb into their own, Ty knew he'd soon be making even more conjoined twins and identical brothers out of a lot more football players.
And he'd learn how to make them easier, faster, and more normal-looking than the outcome these two geeks were about to endure with the extra beefy muscles and overwhelming handsomeness they'd inherit when they became identical blonde twins of the Adonis-looking Murdock twins.
Dalton and Thatcher Murdock may be the toughest blonde football jocks at their school, but there were several other jocks on the baseball, wrestling, and platform diving teams that were much friendlier, average-looking jocks with muscle bodies similar to the current Murdock twin's physique's. And Ty was already planning some combinations of jocks and geeks to be similarly conjoined on the other teams as he guided these two Freshman geeks inside the football team's locker room.
By using the two geeks he'd chosen, it would force the Murdock twin's own brain's to absorb every intelligent concept in the two geek's brain's, solving their walking and clumsy balance problem by having smart brain's.
But with the fused brain and extra intelligence gained from Justin's brain, Ty knew he'd be altering Dalton's personality even deeper, at least temporarily. Enough to give the girlfriend-stealing jock a real good scare, and some payback for what he'd done. And maybe Dalton would even thank him afterward, making the jock a more considerate human being and a better friend once he permanently separated him from the geek.
"What the hell are 'they' doing in our locker room, Ty?" Dalton questioned, rising from his nap on the wooden bench, and glaring at the two scrawny little Freshman geeks. Dalton's sparkling blue eyes practically firing daggers at the two students. "They're not allowed in here! You know Coach Jones' #1 rule, Ty. No Freshman geeks! Now get them the hell outta--"
"Everyone else's already gone, Dalton," Ty interrupted, ushering the two Freshman around him. "Chill the hell out, Murdock. They're the solution that I came up with! They're gonna loan you their intelligence, Dalton, and you're gonna be thanking them, and me soon enough, once you see what I've planned, dude."
"Why is H-H-HE here?" Thatcher stammered, exiting the team's equipment cage wearing nothing but a towel tied around his waist. His blue eyes grew wide with surprise. "He ... he's that friggin' freaky queer geek kid from the Science Lab that I, that I um, can't stand to be around, Ty. And who the hell is this little Latin greaser? Jesus Christ Almighty, Ty! It's like some friggin' Gay Pride convention meet with the Mexican Oil Slick Science Club in here. Friggin' Coach Jones would have a heart attack if he found them here."
"Yeah, well, Coach Jones isn't here, Thatcher," Ty said, and shook his head. Christ! Maybe both Murdock's deserved a taste of their own medicine. Total 'phobes and racists, too! "Sanchez just got accepted at both Juilliard and Harvard, Murdock, so you shouldn't be judging him by his Mexican skin, dude. Not cool, since he's the one who's gonna be helping your coordination out on the field, Thatcher. You don't wanna upset the Mexican before he helps you with that damn balance problem, do you? Hey, Carlos? Why don't you go and stand next to Thatcher for me. Justin ... go and stand beside Dalton."
"Wait a friggin' second, Ty!" Thatcher exclaimed, clutching the towel tighter around his waist. "You're not really thinkin' some South American from Mexico can help me. He's a, a friggin' greasy Mexican geek for--"
"Guatemala," Carlos interrupted, and nervously approached the sweaty, towering 6'2" blonde jock. "Mexico is actually part of North America, and I'm a Central American, not a South American. My parents and I were born in Guatemala, but Guatemala is geographically still located on the North American continent ... Sir."
"Yeah, what he said," Ty said, giggling, thinking this couldn't get any better. He used his powers by simply internally 'thinking' about all the changes he wanted to have quickly happen, feeling that sensation inside him again, and then said, "Alright then, begin!"
And as Justin Li stepped beside Dalton Murdock, his left arm and hand pressed against Dalton's right arm and hand and was somehow sucked inside as the commingling, disappearing appendage forced one-half of Justin's own body to press even faster into the opposite fusing half of Dalton's body. And the more Justin and Dalton now struggled to pull themselves apart, the faster their conjoining body parts blended. And as the left half of Justin's body settled into Dalton's right half, Dalton's heavily stained uniform reformed and merged Justin's clothes into Dalton's enlarging soiled football uniform.
Carlos and Thatcher were experiencing a similar merge, except Carlos' caramel color body was being drawn more into the girth of Thatcher's taller form much faster. Carlos's body parts were being slurped into Thatcher's upper and lower body parts as Thatcher's towel combined with Carlos' disappearing clothing as it accommodated the now enlarging conjoined two-headed body.
Justin cried out as the greasy long black strands of his hair began sliding upwards off his face and forming the same sandy blonde spikes on Dalton's scalp as his entire skull was reshaping into the exact duplicate of Dalton's head. His left hand reached up to the side of his face as the last of his own facial features were rapidly replaced and transformed into the Senior football jock's identical handsome blonde twin.
Carlos and Thatcher's appearance was changing as well, and the previously bronze-colored flesh across Carlos Sanchez's face was noticeably turning into the much lighter unblemished pale skin of Thatcher Murdock's own sweat-slicked face. Carlos' brown eyes soon matched Thatcher's distinctly brighter sparkling blue eyes.
"Looks like the Trojan's are gonna have the perfect new Murdock players," Ty said. Carlos Sanchez's face was now a near duplicate of Thatcher Murdock's sweaty face. "Damn. Even Thatcher's sweat is leaking out of your own face, Carlos. Yeah, even your dark brown hair's becoming the exact dirty wet replica of Thatcher's same sweat-soaked matted blonde hair, Carlos. Sorry, dude, but it looks as though it's even gonna have to be the same filthiness that Thatcher's helmet-head hair looks like right now, too."
"Fuckin'-A, dude!" Carlos exclaimed, turning his stare to the blonde jock's obviously helmet-flattened dirty light blonde hair. "You could've friggin' showered for me before doing this, Thatcher. It's awesome sweaty! What the hell were you doing in the equipment cage just a few ... oh damn, that's like, oh shit, dude, you're really into ... you gotta be friggin' kiddin' me! I ... oh that's just great, I ... now I am, too! I really am the same as Thatcher now, Ty. My own twin bro. Sweet!"
"Huh?" Ty questioned, and instantly noticed the rising tent being formed in the front of the towel at the new Thatcher twin's groin. Ty shuddered. What was Carlos saying? "What's going on, Thatcher? Carlos?"
"It ... nevermind, Ty," Thatcher chuckled, his hand grasping at the clearly jutting spike created below. He hadn't expected this big a change to happen with any conjoined merger. "I'm just enjoying his ... reactions to what he's just learned about me, rather, about us, Ty. He's already enjoying the unexpected comprehension within our amalgamated brainstem, and the sanctimonious intelligent psyche we both share now. Isn't this the best, my stunning little ... partner?"
"Right, brother," Carlos said, deftly combing his right hand through the satisfyingly sweatier and noticeably greasier light blonde softer strands of hair at his altered scalp. Carlos didn't mind the completely blended effects his prior oily hair unleashed into Thatcher's own hair. It's extra moisture should likely help spike those somehow more appealing spiked up barbs he now also apparently liked more. "We're a-a whole inch bigger down there, Thatcher, judging your memories of it, I'd guesstimate. A lot fatter looking, I'd say, too."
"Damn straight as usual, Thatcher," Dalton said, startled by his choice of words. Considering all the influx of new blatantly homosexual ideas and thinking waging a war inside his brain, Dalton struggled to prevent the persistent battle he felt suddenly happening inside. "Some ... something's happening, Ty! I'm thinking this can't be real good whatever this is."
And when Ty glanced back at Justin and Dalton, Justin's greasy long black hair was somehow returning. It was growing again, lengthening back down across his forehead and curving upward and apart into those same lengthy previous black curtains of thick center-parted hairs above his sharply re-slanting eyes. And Justin's altered bright blue eyes were now returning to the same ink-black color of his severely narrow Asian-slanted eyes.
Ty thought he'd felt another of those sensations flash through him briefly, but he hadn't thought anything of their almost imperceptible feelings. He hadn't thought of any other changes to be included, had he?
But the Asian's body wasn't shrinking or seemingly affected elsewhere by whatever the unexpected change could be. From the neck down, Justin's body was still conjoined to Dalton's body, but with his own previous head attached to Dalton's muscular merged beefiness and improved bulkiness. Dalton was clearly horrified, his own facial expression screaming disgust by the close proximity of Justin's face, and the Asian's long black oily hair dangling so far downwards along the far darker slender neck that their lengthy tips now brushed against Dalton's own left shoulder and back. And Dalton even felt it on the flesh of that dark golden colored neck.
Ty actually giggled from Dalton's queasy expression. He knew Dalton had a bizarre phobia and severe aversion with hair, or more precisely, with hair touching any part of his flesh other than his scalp. That's why the blonde jock even shaved his pits and pubes. As far as Ty knew, Thatcher didn't share the same discord. But it could explain Dalton's short, close-cropped hairstyle, and Thatcher's as well. Although Ty always assumed their military length hairstyle's were because of their need to wear a football helmet almost every day, or from a tribute to their deceased Dad's buzz-cut length hair after that horrific military accident that'd made newspaper headlines for weeks.
"What the hell's happening to them, Ty?" Thatcher shouted, glancing up at the conjoined twin's hair alongside his own head. Carlos' hair was still the same blonde length, style, and shared filthiness of his unwashed, sweat-moistened blonde hair. Thatcher thought that's a relief. "Was Justin's head really supposed to change back like that, Ty?"
Thatcher's hair was a lot more oily now, and far greasier than it ever normally was after a football practice ended. Except for some weird reason, Thatcher actually liked the strange new greasier, dirtier look and feel it seemingly unleashed into his scalp. It felt even softer, thicker, and delivered an impressive sheen and shininess into its healthier texture and appearance. If it keeps this shiny look, Thatcher thought, maybe I won't ever have to wash it again. In fact, Thatcher suddenly discovered, he'd felt more aroused by his dirty hair and grungier body now, too. It certainly had his larger, and fatter erection standing at attention.
"It so better not stay this way, Ty!" Dalton shrieked, leaning his own head as far away as possible from the Asian geek's own glossy jet-black hair. He couldn't stand long hair on a male. "You better fix it, Ty, and friggin' quick, dude! I can't believe you did this to me using a gay Freshman Gook in our school. For what? Payback for stealin' and bangin' that little tramp you dated, what ... once, Ty? Please, Ty. We're friends, dude! Come on! Friggin' fix it right now! Either make it right or I'll ... I'll, oh fuck! What the hell are you doing, Justin? What the ... what the fuck, dude?"
Before Dalton could prevent both of his hands from lowering to the tied laces of his practice football pants, his fingers unfastened the secured knots and splayed the front of his pants completely apart. Dalton looked over at the geek's face barely three-inches away from his own face, startled by the sudden rush of arousing ideas he imagined, wincing from the growing string of spittle drooling out of the Asian geek's open mouth.
It was at that moment, Dalton realized, the gruesomely perverted homosexual thoughts Justin somehow formed in his mind had also caused his cock to swell with increased arousal. And once his practice pants lowered, his cup was hastily pulled from his moist jockstrap's pouch, quickly freeing his thickened erection. Oh hell no, Dalton shivered, realizing it was actually their shared erection now!
Without controlling what he was doing, Dalton wrapped his hand around his swollen 11-inch cock, shuddering in helpless shock as Justin's oily saliva spilled down onto his hand and splashed its warm mess against his hard cock. Striving to hide the perverted act now happening to him, Dalton gasped at his immediate response to an even larger, frothy white cable of Justin's spit dripping downwards and soaking his stiff shaft and hand with the Asian teen's intentionally released slick lubricant.
"Holy friggin' fuck," Dalton wailed, unable to resist the intense feeling as his moist hand's slippery grasp stroked down and upwards along his responding boner. Saliva trickled against Dalton's hairless crotch. "I-I can't friggin' stop it for fuck sake's, Ty! It's not me! He's doing this, Ty! Please stop him!"
Ty panicked. He quickly thought, 'separate,' and then 'stop ... no, go back!'
But nothing happened.
"So friggin' horny now," Justin snickered, raining more of his frothy saliva onto the massive shared erection he felt getting stiffer and equally more responsive between those beefier tree trunk size jock legs. The big thick shaft this jock possessed grew extremely rigid with Justin's own aroused libido, he guessed. "Dalton's 12-inch stiffening monster boner looks and feels so friggin' hot without any foreskin coverin' it, Ty. I-I can't friggin' believe how much hornier it is completely sheathless, dude. But not feelin' my old pre-filled tube around it is sorta ... strange ... I, no ... wait! What ... what are you friggin' doin', Ty? Stop it! Lemme beat off with him before you do ... anything ... else. Oh fuck! What's hap--"
Dalton's screaming shrieks and squealing shouts interrupted, and immediately joined Justin's higher-pitched screeching howls as their conjoined muscular body split apart from each other. Their bone-crunching sucking vacuuming flesh-parting sounds had suddenly paired up with the similar sloshing slurping moist sounds from Carlos and Thatcher's fleshy conjoined separation as their bodies split off into duplicate blonde twins.
Justin's continued bone cracking crunches were the result of his own body shrinking and compacting back down to it's original younger shape and smaller size. His nearly tripled muscle mass from Dalton's beefy physique had completely disappeared underneath the reforming clothes he'd been wearing before their conjoined 2-headed merger.
Strangely, Justin's jet-black oily hair had retained most of Dalton's own dirtier, sweatier effects, giving the Asian Freshman an even greasier, notably grungier perspiring appearance. Justin had maintained some, if not all of Dalton's same sweaty glaze across his perpetual oily flesh, only now that extra moisture secreted from his own pores glistened wetly against the much darker brownish-yellow golden skin tone where it was now visible along the length of each arm as it'd returned him to his own family's Southeast Asian ancestry.
Utterly fascinated with the power of just his thoughts for the twin's to separate, Ty wasn't certain that it was actually his power alone that'd caused all four students to disconnect. Dalton had seemed to freak out once Justin started masturbating their shared footlong manhood. It definitely didn't explain Justin's change back into his original Asian body, though.
And it didn't explain Carlos' unexpected separation and split from Thatcher Murdock's body.
Ty hadn't thought for them to separate at all. He'd only imagined Dalton and Justin splitting back apart to prevent Justin's somehow domineering thoughts from taking over the football jock's entire brain. His thought was certainly not aimed at Carlos and Thatcher. And he didn't imagine or think Carlos to mysteriously become the completely separated duplicate twin of Thatcher Murdock once he planned to return the greasy geek ... or, nope, he had thought of that permanent change earlier. So all his prior thoughts were really happening?
But turning his slightly confused attention to the two blonde twins now standing beside each other, each twin sporting that same severely tenting bulge at the front of replicated school towels, Ty looked back at Dalton Murdock and Justin Li, again. Justin's clothes were again the same geek clothing he was wearing earlier when he'd arrived in the football team locker room with Ty. Even his baggy polo shirt was tucked into the slender waist of those skinny faded red jeans the geek wore every day. The cheap ratty gym shoes Justin was wearing looked as old and close to falling apart as his tattered, no-name skinny jeans.
Dalton's filthy football uniform remained in its prior parted state, open at the front with unfastened laces splaying open the dirty pants and revealing the sweaty, grungy jockstrap tucked under his boner and scrotum's hairless weightiness. Last season's scruffed up game cleats were tied on Dalton's bare feet. And his sweat soaked Trojan's do-rag dangled from the rubberized clasp on the grass and heavily dirt-stained football pants he was wearing. A large, discolored plastic protector, concave side up, lay on the floor between Dalton's legs, several snow-white blonde pubic hairs plastered against the moist cup's stained yellowed interior.
Jutting straight out from Dalton's hairless shaved crotch, the Senior football jock's fully stiffened, nearly 11-inch long greased boner was still moist from his spit, sweat, and escaping pre gathered at its slimy vent. And the 17-year-old jock's erection throbbed with continued aroused stiffness.
"Holy fuck, what the hell, Ty?" Dalton asked, groaning in distress from his throbbing hard spear. "It, it's still friggin' happenin' to me, dude! I ... I can't friggin' help it, Ty!"
Dalton leaned his head forwards, dripping his own abnormally long rope of saliva onto his rigidly erect cock, stroking at the swelling hardness with slow and steady continued unfamiliar gentle strokes.
Justin suddenly unfastened his own jean's waist clasp, unzipped, and then peeled the front of his jeans down, freeing his stiff upright and shamefully thin uncut Asian cock. Justin replicated the same drooling action's Dalton was again splashing down onto his own unrelenting giant penis, saturating his dark Vietnamese foreskin sheath and its blacker inner native with an ample oil-slick coating.
"Sometimes, I don't even need to touch myself to spew a load," Justin said, smiling at the hot blonde football jock tirelessly stroking at that amazing, perfect-looking slippery penis. It seemed he and Dalton may really share the same spit-drooling soaking pleasure when they beat off to speed up an orgasm. "Your cock's gettin' so close doin' it real slow like that, huh? Want some help with it? I'd love suckin' that huge boner dry if you wanna spew your whole friggin' load, dude. I know exactly how to drain that sweet cock totally bone dry, Dalton Murdock!"
Gasping in repulsed horror, Dalton's face twisted with sickening disgust at the perverting gay offering. He never imagined such an alarming twisted act of homosexual behavior himself. But, it wasn't just the Asian's proposition that'd been boldly offered to him that'd frightened Dalton. It was his own thought that'd formed in his head beforehand, arousing him with the same tempting sexual idea to ask the gay Asian Freshman geek to suck him off, or maybe to just beat him off until his sweet cock was totally bone dry.
And it now prompted Dalton's hand to stroke his cock even slower, unlike every previous masturbating jerk off he'd ever done. He was rough and violent when beating himself off. Always. Dalton didn't do anything slow and steady. He certainly didn't like gentle stroking rubs, either! Dalton always abused his stiff erection masturbating, intently watching himself, wanting to feel the pain from his tight squeezing tugs and viciously jerking pulls. He always played hard, and he liked fucking a tight wet pussy even harder.
Dalton's next immediate thought unleashed a torrent of hellishly perverted imagined images and wild arousing fantasies into his brain. They caused Dalton's cock to stiffen, urging him to spill another larger drooling flood of saliva onto the mushroom tip of his cock as if to fill the long length of his erection somehow. It was so disgusting to see now, Dalton closed his eyes, trying to shut out his increasing arousal and pleasure.
Finally climaxing, spurting rope after rope of an ejaculating discharge that Dalton's mind was imagining and pretending was now squirting inside Justin's mouth, and then into his twin brother Thatcher's mouth, Dalton opened his eyes.
And that's when he saw the thick white jetting squirts of his cum splashing onto the tiled locker room floor, one after another, three, four, and then five and six ropes striping the floor up to four feet away.
Then an excruciating painful snap of bones inside his leg stole Dalton's attention.
"How the ... oh fuck, that ... OW! Holy fuckin' trapezoids and tetradecagons!" Dalton shouted, thinking that he felt fourteen bones inside his left leg just crack and crunch painfully. An overwhelmingly sharp tingling surge of heat raced downward to both feet. "What the freakin' hell just happened, Ty. This was your ... your frackin' plan? I thought you came to ... to ... wait! Wait a frackin' millisecond! Ty? My ... my mind is like thinkin' like it's ... it's like his. No, wait a second. I-I think it's stoppin' now."
As Dalton's filthy football uniform suddenly grew roomier on his body, instantly followed by his cleats and his jockstrap, he glanced downwards and saw that his feet and legs were clearly shrinking along with the rest of his body. He was rapidly changing, his whole body losing pounds of mass from his own muscular build as it lost years of hard work and growth, regressing into a more youthful smaller version of himself.
Within seconds, Dalton was no bigger than he'd been when he was 13, his football uniform hanging loosely off his smaller physique. His cock, still rigid and slick with spit and cum, was now just under 8-inches long, and just a little less thick, just like it'd been 4 years earlier before he'd started screwing the three hot cheerleaders he still dated and fucked each weekend, and still planned to dump if they ever asked him to be called steady girlfriends.
"What ... the heck, Ty?" Dalton questioned, his voice noticeably higher pitch. He'd somehow regressed to exactly the same size and age he'd been just after the Junior Varsity Freshman football season had started. "This isn't ... this isn't what you meant by helping us, Ty, is it? Oh crap-a-zoid, bud! Look at me!"
Ty was looking. Speechless. So was Thatcher, and Carlos, and Justin.
"What the fuck did you do to my twin, Ty?" Thatcher asked, his blue eyes bulged wide in disbelief. Thatcher looked as mesmerized by Dalton's familiar appearance as Ty. His twin looked just like they both looked when they were only 12-years-old! "Son-of-a-bitch, Ty! You gotta fix this! We can't become the state champs if Dalton stays like that. Our coach wouldn't even let him play on the JV Freshman team at that size."
"Then I'll play!" Carlos shouted, elbowing Thatcher's ribs. "Doesn't take a friggin' smart Science Lab geek to figure that out. 'Cause I'm your identical twin now, bro. And I'm guessin' everyone's gonna start callin' me Dalton, now, too, I mean, logically, we're both the same, since we're identical twins. Sorta looks like I have to be Dalton, huh, your grubbier twin brother, Thatcher! Unless, of course, Ty figures out how to make the um ... little wimpy jock over there become your same age twin again. Technically, he still is your twin, and mine too I'd expect. But I'm sure the three of us now share the same exact DNA and everything. And if there were any test or ah, drug test done, it'll likely prove that I really am your identical twin, Thatcher. Just like they'll be checking for 'roids before game season starts, like this friggin' Thursday, bro."
"Oh shit, that's right!" both Dalton and Thatcher said in unison. Thatcher added, "We're fucked!"
"Wait!" Dalton screamed, turning his attention toward Ty. "Fix this, Tyler! Change me back to a Senior and make everything right again. You can do that, right? I mean, you made us both conjoined, and then split me and Thatcher back without any problem, so just make me a Senior again. And make them geeks again. You can't let HIM be me. I'm Dalton, not him! He's still Carlos inside of Thatcher's skin, so he's not really me just cause he looks like me and Thatcher, Ty. Jeesh, I gotta go take a shower and clean off this Gook's frackin' oily sweat before I hurl chunks from his strong zesty smell, too. And his oily black hair touchin' me before was so frackin' gross, Tyler, I ... I gotta go and take a hot shower so I can make his smell go away, bud."
"You're the one who frackin' smelled like BO, Dalton," Justin yelled, anxiously brushing his fingers through his greasy black waves. Justin wrinkled his flat nose. "I wish you would go take a shower, Dalton, just like I need to do now 'cause I think your pits made mine dirtier, and ... ew gross, I frackin' smell like I got BO now, too. And jeesh, your body made mine sweatier. I know it made my hair dirtier than it was, bud."
"Like it wasn't always that oily," Dalton said, shaking his head back and forth, cringing. "You greaseball little geeks probably don't even wash your hair more than twice a year. And for cryin'-out-loud, Justin, it could use a major haircut don't you think? It's as long as a girl's hair, you know. I don't know what Tyler thought your little frackin' geek body would do to help mine on the football field, so I-I'm just super duper happy it's not conjoined with mine, bud. Look at what he did, though! I'm a ... a freak little kid now. By the way, thanks, Ty! This will really help us win the state's with me like this, you think? Sometimes, Ty, you're a nihilistic gay boy loser. Why me and Thatcher let you hang with us is beyond me. You're worse than this slanty-eyed frackin' oily smellin' gay Gook! Change me right now, Tyler. Fix me, you fag!"
Filling with rage from Dalton's nasty boy cruel streak coming through, Ty sensed that fleeting feeling again as he thought, I'll fix you real damn good, cause you'll be a fag, Dalton. Permanently! He and Justin were the same age now, so maybe he'd like to be Justin's gay boyfriend. His much greasier, long-haired boyfriend. Or another geek. Another gay Asian geek! Maybe Dalton should suffer after all. Turning into Justin's same Asian race, or another Vietnamese geek so Ty could conjoin him with a football player, or a wrestler, or some big muscle jock once he tried to merge more jocks. Or maybe Justin's gay twin. Or conjoined Siamese twins, permanently fused side by side, or maybe neck to neck with Justin so Dalton would suffer Justin's own greasy long hair dangling against his dark Asian skin all the time ... without being Dalton Murdock, ever again!
And then Dalton screamed from another bone cracking change as he...