I knocked on Jake's door and got him up early. He was wearing his bathrobe, hastily pulled on, and oh, was he sexy, with a smooth muscular chest and spiky black hair.
Unfortunately, he was straight. But that, of course, could change. If he agreed.
I showed him the canister of nanites, explained the theory and process, the work and debugging I'd done, all this while he made his morning coffee and listened to me, sipping it all the while.
"So," he said at last, "you've got an untested nanotechnology concoction that morphs people into matching gay fuckbunnies?"
"Umm..." I said slowly. "You're not homophobic, are you?"
He sipped his coffee consideringly. "No," he said at last, "but why is something which turns a straight guy gay any better than something which turns a gay guy straight?"
"Well," I said, "if we were both straight, we wouldn't want to have sex with each other."
"If we both stay the same sex," Jake pointed out. "Besides which, how do you know I don't have secret fantasies about having sex with hermaphroditic pomeranian hookers?"
"Hermaphroditic pomeranian hookers?" My mind boggled, finally wrapping itself around the concept of an anthropomorphic pomeranian hermaphrodite wearing fishnets and a candy apple red lame teddy. "Is that your fantasy, Jake?"
He grinned. "You wouldn't know until we both put on the interface and you opened that cannister. But I'm game."
Jake picked up one of the interface headbands, made of morphic gel set with nanofibers, and placed it on his head. "You too, Davie. Then open up the genie bottle."
I was suddenly a bit hesitant, but this bit of dominance and powerplay that was natural to Jake turned me on all the more, and so I picked up the headband and put it on. It molded to my head, the fibers entering my temples slightly but not painfully, and then I gripped the cannister. "Here goes..."
I unlatched it, spilling out a mixture of silver oil and black fibers which poured up my arm to the headband, and equal measure striking out and connecting with Jake where it pulsed and melted into him, the headband dissolving into his his flesh, and I saw him there, Jake, my gorgeous Jake, and I pictured him larger and more dominating, more muscular, the ultimate gay top, or at least bisexual--I wanted him to keep a bit of his former orientation, the idea that I was seducing him, borrowing him, so exciting--and I watched as he grew. Larger and larger, his muscles rippling, his abs stretching up out of his robe as it fell down, his arms longer and lankier and somehow more serpentine as his gorgeous green eyes grew slitted like a snake's and I realized this wasn't all my fantasy, but some of his mixing in as well.
Not to mention his fantasy, as I found myself growing smaller and smaller, sprouting fur, and growing a vagina beneath my cock as my jeans turned into fishnets and I found I was just what Jake had joked about--a tiny pomeranian hermaphrodite hooker, as the huge Jake loomed over me and his jaws unhinged and he struck, swallowing me whole!
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Jake woke up at long last from his torpor, finding on the floor behind him all that remained of his friend Davie--the skeleton of a half-human half-canid midget with a pelvic girdle of indeterminite gender, swathed in fishnets and some undigestible bits of latex corsetry.
He stood up, swaying slightly as he adjusted to his new height, something near seven and a half feet tall, most of it incredibly flexible abdomen. He flicked his fork tongue out, smelling it, and realized he'd become cross between a gay porn fetish and a snake man. "Sssstupiddddd," Jake hissed at the skeleton. "You forgot to take sssssubconsssscioussss dessssiressss into account. And interactionssss between them."
Davie had evidently wanted to be completely dominated, and hadn't known that Jake had had fantasies about snakes and dragons and various reptiles. And while Jake still mentally had strong compunctions against actually eating humans, eating tiny midget hermaphrodite pomeranian hookers? Those were his natural prey.
He was also somewhat bisexual now, he realized, as well as far more intelligent than he had been, capable now of grasping all of the nuances of Davie's theories, as well as some of the problems with them, the main one of course being that the controler interface for his own body was now with another body that was now dead.
Except for the fact that he'd digested it, and it was now part of him, which meant that he might be able to transform via self pleasure.
Jake considered his massive penis, something that would only belong in a gay porn fantasy, and was quite glad that he was now not only attracted to it, but gifted with a highly flexible torso and jaws which unhinged.....