Ty was certain Dalton's sexuality had been completely switched into a similar, if not an exact same homosexual identity to Justin's own blatantly increased gay sexual libido. Ty had blended and created Justin's own more dominant sensuality and control by using Dalton's own beefed-up libido with the hope it would force the Senior jock to become a lot more receptive and submissive with--and for--the gay influence of Justin's sexuality.
Glancing from Justin to Dalton, and back again, both sporting stiffened erections and staring from their own groin's to each other's, and then at both Carlos' and Thatcher's beefy jock body, Ty knew Dalton was at least responding in total acquiescence to Justin's domineering gay teenage influences inside his head.
Dalton even agreed, willingly, to surrender his own football uniform to his replacement twin. And as Dalton removed every soiled item, exposing his openly aroused and naked young physique to Carlos as he'd scrutinized each piece, his boner stiffened even larger. And it continued growing unmistakably harder when Carlos' beefy nakedness approached him, accepting every garment from him and started fixing their inside-out, inverted moist clumps so he could put them on correctly, right-side out, to cover up his near nakedness and finally get out of the towel wrapped around his waist.
"I need your cup, too," Carlos stated, pointing his large tent at Dalton's protective gear still left on the floor. Carlos snatched the gear from Dalton's surrendering hand and secured the stained Protector cup in the jock's dirty pouch, and said, "Haven't you noticed it? Your phobia isn't fuckin' mine, dude. Me and Thatcher are already lovin' us havin' his same exact thoughts and identical looks, Dalton. Now everyone'll see your's finally ended its hairless shaving weirdness for good, on me, now that I've taken your place."
"Stop him, Tyler!" Dalton moaned, spotting the thick blonde bushiness within Carlos' underarms. Carlos' pits were the exact same hairiness of moist white-blonde hairs at them as Thatcher's armpits. "He's not Dalton, I am, Tyler! You've gotta fix this it ... it's not fair! I-I'm Dalton! He's frackin' Carlos Sanchez!"
Carlos lifted Dalton's jockstrap up to his face and sniffed the potent rank odor. "Sweet. Guess now I'll get to be the grungier twin who won't ever friggin' hide his new ... jock sniffin' fetish from his hunky teammates ever again! Didn't you know he was doin' that, Dalton? Gotta tell you, he thought you were doin' that exact same thing since he'd first started jackin'-off, about, 5, 6 years ago, little bro. At least I haven't snuck into your own room and searched inside your gym bag for your's, dude. Be kinda strange gettin' your rocks off to your twin's musk, wouldn't it? Mom never could explain why your's smelled so much stronger than his since you were identical twins. She didn't know you stopped takin' showers and usin' soap or shampoo like, forever ago, dude. Oh, you didn't know he knew that, either? Guess you and Thatcher weren't very identical after all is said and done, huh? Well, we are absolutely identical twin's now, Dalton. Me and Thatcher actually. I've gained every single lust and fetish and sexual craving Thatcher has been hiding from you. He's bi, Dalton, so now I'm bisexual, too, or, you are since everyone's gonna be callin' me Dalton from now on, dude."
"HECK NO!" Dalton loudly shouted, and tried but failed snatching back his practice uniform pants. Carlos had merely moved them behind his white-blonde lightly pelted muscular legs. "You're not me! I'm Dalton Murdock! Please make us all better again, Tyler. He's that lyin' frackin' geek Carlos Sanchez! He's not Dalton!"
As Carlos stripped the towel away from his waist, exposing the 10-inch long drooping monster of the perfectly formed Adonis-like manly girth of his now Senior football jock's 17-year-old giant penis, Dalton and Justin both gasped. Carlos restarted pulling the filthy jockstrap's stained and sweat-soaked leg straps upwards as he settled his cock into that dirty wet pouch and Protector cup, violently tugging the jock's stretchy strap between his ass cheeks higher until he'd forced its brown-stained length deeply against his moist asscrack's blonde shellacked sweaty flesh. Just the way Thatcher's conjoined and infused knowledge had imparted how to properly wear a jockstrap when their brain's were as one.
Sliding Dalton's dirty football practice pants up and around his waist, fastening up the shoe-like laces at the grungy dirt and sweat-stained groin nice and tight to keep the saturated light blonde curly pubes pressed firmly up against his crotch, Carlos popped a nice hard boner. Dalton's peppery scented odors and the strong musk his bare flesh had soaked into the well-worn jock was far stronger and much more noticeable than his own pungent crotch's new stink. So that's what the thought he'd had earlier was about, Carlos smiled.
Carlos remembered Dalton having a grunge-fest the past several months by rarely showering at all, even after the twins' lengthiest recent football practices as their game season drew closer. But Carlos had previously condoned those same negligent sentiments about frequent washing or showering, himself, when he was ... Carlos Sanchez, a 14-year-old Guatemalan Freshman geek.
And it now appeared that Thatcher's mind had actually blended and adopted some of Carlos' own same Guatemalan nasty hygiene habits, too. Maybe that commingled blending gave Thatcher many other likes and dislikes Carlos had as well, Carlos thought, unable to prevent the weapon swelling inside Dalton's suddenly space-restricting Protector cup and extra-large jockstrap.
Unfortunately, Carlos realized, Thatcher's own brain had either overpowered his mind during their shared body commingling and altered his brain to become identical with Thatcher's, or it was completely overwritten with his own prior knowledge and memories combined with Thatcher's knowledge and memories.
And within Carlos' new blonde football jock twin brother's far more dominant personality and bi, sex-corrupted subconsciousness, Carlos didn't mind the bisexuality Thatcher gave him with their conjoining as much as he'd thought he would. Because the instant Carlos smelled Dalton's filthy jock's ripeness, and that young blonde jock's sweaty fresh odor, his thick cock responded with his twin's same arousing sexual thoughts he now craved and appreciated with his own corrupt ideas deep inside his own beefy blonde jock's sex-hungry brain.
And despite his own prior memories, his hopes and wishes to loose his sacred virginity banging some sweet sexy cheerleading girlfriend he'd scored with didn't matter since Dalton and Thatcher just took what they wanted, so now he could, too, as Dalton Murdock. Carlos also knew precisely what Thatcher was really doing in their equipment cage when they'd first walked into the football locker room with Ty and that gay Asian geek, Justin Li. And it aroused him as equally and excitedly as the ideas he now knew both he and Thatcher were going to do with that Asian Freshman Justin Li, and with that Junior cocksucker still hiding in the equipment cage, very very soon.
In fact, thought Carlos, maybe it was time to call out that sexy cocksucker and have some 4 or 5-way, no, a total 6-way happy-ending to this since it was Ty responsible for all of this.
But a second before Carlos was about to call the Junior cocksucker out of the cage, Dalton's panicked voice and screaming started again.
"What the heck? Oh crap what the frack is happening now, Tyler?"
Ty shrugged his shoulders, smiling at what was unequivocally happening to Dalton Murdock.
Dalton screamed even louder, lifting his arms and staring in dread at the darkening flesh of their hairless and sweat-shined thinner length. Tiny black hairs were now visible on each arm, but the fineness and sparsity of the hair was such that they weren't really creating a noticeable difference, or giving the appearance of any hair. It was more like a further darkening effect to that already chocolate color brownness of his glazed skin. It was that very same thing with his legs, and they too were darkened so completely and quickly that Dalton hadn't even noticed the darker skin tone at his knees and ankles as they'd both turned a much darker and deeper, charcoal-black coloring.
Dashing across the locker room toward the showers to hide this, Dalton stopped mid-step, realizing the showers wouldn't stop what was happening, turning instead toward Tyler to make this somehow stop as the chocolately dark fleshy changes spread across his more slender abdomen and chest.
"Oh heck, no, please, Tyler?" Dalton begged, glancing downwards to his chest and stomach as the alarming dark flesh turned his smaller nipples tip's ebony black nubs against the raven-black coloring his areola's had just become. "You can't change me into an Asian frack-fr-Fucker like him! I can't stand no Asian fuckers, Tyler! Please no, Tyler, please. I-I'm begging you, Tyler. Please? Anything but that!"
"But you're not gonna be an Asian fucker, Dalton!" Ty said, and giggled at his lame pun. "But you're gonna be an amazing Asian fuck, Dalton. A Vietnamese fuckin' cocksucker geek who just loves cock and loves suckin' on 'em every chance he gets. Just like his identical twin brother, Justin Li. Why, you two gay Freshman are so much alike nobody can even see any difference between you two geeks, unless they get close enough and can smell the stronger, dirtier smells you have. It'll be just like you were with Thatcher. What did Carlos say that you were? He called you the ... 'grungier twin' I think. Yeah, you'll still be that, Dalton. And guess what else, Dalton? Yup. looks like you're gonna get to experience that grungier stink right about ... now, in your own hair, and the massive nest of the oily jet-black Vietnamese pubic hairs you're getting!"
"FUCK!" Dalton shouted, suddenly reaching down to the squirming growth of slippery black pubes he'd instantly felt sprouting heavily through his groin. He rapidly pulled his hand away from the shocking nightmare. "NO! No! Not, please no ... not ... not my frackin' dick, too! Oh jeeze no, not like his, not like his. NO!"
Dalton ran to get away from the others.
Dalton ran to get away from what he saw he was becoming.
But it wasn't enough to escape.
Dalton raced across the other end of the locker room to hide, sliding recklessly past two wooden benches and smacking his left foot and leg as he ran around another, skidding to a halt as a pain unlike any other pain made him slump back against the lockers. Dalton's 8-inch fully stiff erection was a glistening black spike, greased with a filmy glaze of cum, and what at first he thought was sweat.
But staring down at the disgusting black shaft, completely exposed without a tube of foreskin covering it, Dalton's eyes grew wide from the veins moving and bulging into subtly different position that'd made him stop from the excruciating pains their repositioning unleashed through the length of his now oily slick penis, and even into his throbbing balls.
Dalton's shaft grew thinner as its length decreased, slowly losing just over 2-inches of length as its rigid firmness grew stiffer and stiffer and began curving the 6-inch length upward from the jungle of gruesome oily jet-black hairs blanketing his entire crotch. Dark brown foreskin even darker than his groin started slowly rising up the curving shaft, sealing the moisture within as it encircled the stiff black cock. Dalton wanted to reach down but drew his hand back instantly, cringing from the sensitivity and added arousal his slippery new foreskin's moist folds created around his boner. His scrotum was completely hidden, buried inside its own forest of his pubes. Once his new foreskin reached his cock's mushroom head, the dark skin continued rising upwards around the bottom of it and created the same exact wrinkly spout-like excess he'd seen on Justin Li's boner, duplicated with even his own new Vietnamese pre cum spilling from its puckered tip.
Fortunately, Dalton hadn't seen his scrotum turning jet-black beneath a carpet of musk-saturated black hairs, actually growing a little larger than it'd just been as both new Asian testicles throbbed from the increasing supply of his thicker Vietnamese semen. Dalton may have passed out if he'd seen it's glossy blackness.
Nor had Dalton felt the ring of his new Asian ancestry sprout its abundant supply of fine oily hair follicles around his now near black-rimmed anus.
But Dalton'd definitely saw the surprising rippled four, almost six-pack's vivid formation across his slender abdomen. It's six carved ripples were far more distinctive sitting down, and the black lines they'd made at his stomach where the flesh bunched up and, well, rippled, was athletic-looking! Justin Li wasn't completely geek physique. His abs were ... firm, hard, and tight, from years of frackin' Karate! This gay geek was a, an almost real jock! With a second level black belt! But there were ten levels of black belt. Still, Dalton knew he was now a second-level black belt in Karate, too! Wild take down moves and quick body strikes filled his mind as though he'd trained with his 13-year-old identical twin, too.
And before Dalton even realized the tingling sensations along his scalp was jet-black hair growing out of the fresh oil-filled pores across his head, he saw the lengthier black strands of them drooping over his forehead and eyebrows. As their sweeping oily rivers parted and flowed down onto his cheeks and face, thickening into those same thick black curtains that Justin Li always had extended outward above his forehead and constantly brushing back and forth against his face as their tips curved beneath his chin, Dalton shivered with helpless arousal and felt his cock swell painfully hard as he climaxed.
Frothy oily semen jetted from his stiffened boner in four rapidly spurting ropes, arching upwards and then downwards onto the locker room's tiled floor between his splayed legs. Dalton giggled from that bareness on both of his legs, sparse, ink-black fine hairs barely detectable at the back of his calves just above his much darker ankles. Two additional squirts from his uncontrollable orgasm spurted out before he'd leaned his head back against the lockers. And that's when Dalton felt the long mane of hair flowing downward on the back of his neck, moistening his shoulders with the ever-present oiliness he had briefly felt from 13-year-old Justin Li's own hair when they'd been conjoined less than an hour earlier.
The sensations sent another shudder racing down Dalton's spine, but the thickness of his new long hair, along with its greasier moist strands brushing against his bonier shoulders, back, and neck, felt sorta, enjoyable. It was almost as if he liked having longer, dirtier hair. Looking through the thick black curtains curved out over his own forehead, Dalton swept his tongue across his teeth, startled by the different tiny size, shapes, and odd filmy glaze on them from the spit in his mouth, chuckling as a single large tooth dropped out of his drooling mouth. His own teeth were now complete duplicates of Justin's, and he imagined their brilliant white shine was the same whiteness and tiny squared perfections of his identical twin's.
"No, what's happening now?" Dalton whispered, shivering at the thoughts racing through his mind. He realized he was somehow encouraging these thoughts. "NO! No, I won't like this, I won't ... I won't ... become like him! But it's ... it's not really that bad, is it? No. I kinda like this, I guess. I do like having this thicker black hair though, it's ... so black and ... so frackin' silky. How's it staying this silky and wet? But the rest of this is so ... darn, homo and geeky! I'll never get used to this! The smell's not really so bad, though. But even this long hair smells. Mine now, I guess. And it's makin' me so darn horny, too!"
Reaching up both hands to his lengthy greased Vietnamese black hair, just the way he liked it, Dalton brushed his fingers through the thickness of those flawlessly curved waves he preferred, draping them back onto and across the sides of his boyish face. It gave his sweet, jock-serving sexy boy toy appearance a glossier, and more appealing sheen, like Justin. And it was all the more for guys to hold on to whenever they were pounding his mouth full of swollen jock meat, Dalton thought, giggling at the arousal even that gave him. They often told him he could suck the bottom off a can.
Cum began leaking from his rapidly stiffening boner, again. And almost instantly, Dalton was thinking about how difficult it was keeping it getting harder soon as he'd thought about sex. And he felt his already curved shaft getting even harder, and curving even steeper upwards than just moments before.
Dalton brushed strands of hair from the corner of his eye, feeling the epicanthic fold of his upper eyelid, discovering his eyes had already completely changed into their thin Vietnamese slanting effects without even feeling their change. He was certain he now also had the same black tint of black eye color just like Justin Li's eyes, appearing exactly like his twin's beneath those dense, inky black eyebrows. Of course they would be the same, Dalton chuckled. Everything about them was totally identical. Every body smell, from their rank foot odor to the muskiness at their hairy groin's. Even their sweat and oils were identical. They even had the same horniness for older blonde football jock's, even if Dalton fought his, he'd give in to it because it made him pop a boner so hard and fast that it constantly begged for the relief only a jock could give him.
Cum streamed down his shaft heavily, pouring down its curve into the thickness of his soft black pubes. As its thick river flowed over his balls, Dalton moaned in surrendered pleasure, allowing his mind to drift off to the hunky blonde jocks he had foolishly, embarrassingly run away from. And unable to escape his arousing, and overwhelming homosexual thoughts, knowing he shouldn't feel them, or want them, Dalton climaxed again.
"There you are!" Thatcher said, walking around the corner and discovering the hiding teen. "Hot damn, bro, you are his exact little twin already, aren't you? Ty said you'd run off to change, said don't go, Thatcher, leave him be, cause it's best alone. But I would've liked to have watched your cock changing into ... that, Dalton. Pretty friggin' hard boner, huh? That curve is like mad ugly, though, dude. Like way better you're havin' that than me havin' that hooked thing, dude, but ... I came over here to find you and well, show you that we're here for you, if you ready to be Justin Li's twin and all. Come on. Come on back, dude. We all friggin' know."
"You ... want me to be his twin, Thatcher?" Dalton questioned, rising up and attempting to cover up his now painfully hard curved cock. He slowly followed Thatcher like an obedient puppy. "Wait! I need some clothes, Thatcher. I-I can't go back there like this without clothes."
As Dalton rounded the next corner, he saw a sight he'd never expected in a quadrillion years to ever see, and said, "Oh my cripes!"
Dalton saw...