You finally settle on the one labeled Extra Sensitive. After stripping, you tear the condom wrapper open and roll it over your cock. Like last time you did this as Scott, the condom is too big for you, practically wanting to slide off as you start to stroke your cock. But the extra sensitive doesn't just seem to be a name, even through the thin layer of latex it feels amazing, like nothing is there.
After a moment your cock starts to swell in your hand, filling the condom. Your thin teen limbs start stretching out, a growth spurt quickly adding inches to your height. At least you're returning to an adult, well, you hope. Pale skin starts to darken, becoming a rich bronze color. Soon the condom is tight against your cock, with how thin it is it feels like it's not even there.
Your body starts to fill out with muscle, chest plumping with growing pectorals, arms and legs getting thicker. Red hair turns dark brown, gaining a slight wave to it. More hair is growing in on your body, the little bit on your legs and crotch darkening and thickening first. More is growing in on your forearms, a spread of brown hair growing in and fanning across your chest.
You dick by now is long and thick, not quite what Jay was packing, but still bigger than your old tool and well above average. You reach down and cup your balls with your other hand, rolling your heavy testicles between your fingers as you keep stroking.
Your stomach pushes out a little, as a thin layer of fat grows over your muscles, giving you a heavy, stocky build. No one would call you fat though, bulky yes, but the muscles are still obvious even if you're not shredded. As your pecs become mostly covered in curly brown hair it grows over your stomach as well, itching along your jaw announcing the growth of a beard.
There's a sudden coldness in your nipples, and looking down you see a silver ring pierced through each of your nipples. The condom shifts, and through it you can see another piercing through the head of your cock. Tattoos flow down your left arm all the way to your wrist, and abstract pattern that seems familiar but you can't quite place.
You gasp and moan, rolling your head back as you empty your load into the condom. The tip of the latex filling with an impressive amount of seed. The first thing you do is look around the room, as it's changed again. Gone is Scott's kiddy room, you are now sitting in an adult's bedroom.. or adults'. There's things on both nightstands, as well as other signs of two people sharing the room. Quickly you look at your hand. No ring. No not married...
You pull off the condom and stand up, chucking it in the waste bin. There's a mirror on the closet door, you know it's there, you don't need to check. The memories are starting to filter in. You check yourself out from head to toe. Definitely a bit more of a bearish body, but younger than Jay, mid to late twenties. You remember where you've seen those tattoos before, it's a Pacific islander style, and with your coloration you look the part, even if you might be a bit hairier than most are. A neatly trimmed beard and groomed hair, running your hand over your chest, you know you trim your body hair. A regular groomer. Phil, that's your name right now. You run your hand over your firm, hairy stomach.
"Don't tell me your fretting over your stomach again, love." Comes a voice from across the room. It's male.. and familiar.
"You don't think I should try to trim down." You say, trying to buy yourself time to sift through your memories.
"Nah, I like the bearish look, it suits you." Arms wrap around you from behind, the speaker is shorter than you so it's hard to see him in the mirror, but his arms are lean and pale. On of those hands drifts down to your still sensitive cock, stroking you teasingly. "Would a blowjob make you feel better."
You wince, your memories of straight you conflicting with Phil who is obviously gay. Your cock betrays you and springs completely to attention.
"I'll take that as a yes." Your mysterious boyfriend slips around in front of you, going to his knees to take your cock in his mouth and have a sudden flashback of being Jay. Not only because of getting serviced by a guy, but the same guy. There's your brother Henry, on his knees, your cock in his mouth.
He doesn't seem to know it's you. Whatever about the condoms makes people think you belong where you are seems to be working on him. The person you are only exists when you're them, there was no Scott when you were Jay and vice versa, so Henry must be single.. except now that you're Phil.
With your thoughts wandering, it's easier to accept what's going on, one hand going to Henry's head as you guide your cock into his mouth. With a grunt, you cum again for the second time in ten minutes, this time Henry lapping up every drop. He stands and presses his lips against yours, the kiss is salty and musky, at first you think you're going to hate it, but you actually like the salty kiss.
"Something wrong, you seem distracted." Henry asks as he runs his hands over your shoulders.
For a moment you almost confess, but think this is the opportunity you needed. As Henry's boyfriend you might be able to get information about the condoms out of him that he'd never share with his brother.
"No.. nothing. Just thinking." You say with a smile.
"We still on for dinner tonight?" Henry asks as he steps away, he was still dressed in the same clothes you saw him in at the park.