"What do you MEAN you have absolutely no idea!?" Brandon shouted into the phone as he underwent possibly the single most frustrating phone call of his life. Jannes was on the other end, and Brandon had read him the riot act shortly before for the fact it seemed his treatment had made Brandon suddenly become into guys. And...cute. It just still made him feel so angry inside, being described as cute. He was rugged, he was handsome...he wasn't fucking cute!
And especially not cute to gay guys. Because in his opinion that was all that Jake the Pizza Guy could be. Coming on to him like that...
"I'm telling you," Jannes said over the phone, interrupting Brandon's sudden thought back to it, "This drug has a lot of different potential effects, and even when I thought I identified most of the variables and potential effects, it still surprised me today. Have you written down the effects so far, like I told you?"
Brandon swore to himself and figured he needed to do that. Why was he flustering like this when he was put on the spot about doing something? It wasn't like he owed Jannes homework or shit like that. He was his own man! He may be physically in his early twenties now, but he was mentally a man in his fifties! He didn't march according some guy's orders. "I...didn't."
"I swear Brandon..." Jannes seemed to pause for a moment and then said, "No matter what, do not engage too much in sex. This serum bonds to just about every cell in your body, and induces such a rapid, powerful transformation. If someone is exposed to you enough, especially in a sexual context, you might induce some element of change into them. And that would be...not ideal."
"So on top of turning me into...into THIS!" Brandon gestured at his reflection in a nearby mirror, "It could just as well change other people too because it might be transmissible in my fucking jizz..." Bit late for that, then. Thankfully it seemed like Jake was not affected at all yet. Maybe it required two exposures. That might explain...or maybe Jake was just not started yet.
"You signed on for this, I'll remind you," Jannes replied, and then sighed, "And at least you're not dying of cancer. Can you really, HONESTLY say a little attraction to men is worse than fucking cancer, Brandon?"
Brandon paused at that, wondering briefly. He remembered he could still remember and jack off to his female conquests, and while there was a lot of passion in his new gay attractions, maybe...maybe he could retain his old attractions. It was definitely worth trying. "I'll be in contact if anything else happens." With that the phone call ended.
Brandon decided to go ahead and take a shower.
Stripping off his clothes he walked up into the shower room, giving his glutes a flex as he entered the room and saw his reflection. Yeah, there was no question he was a hot, toned young guy now...and if Brandon had to say anything, it seemed that in between then and now, the tone seemed to be improving. "Mm, my glutes seem tighter, stronger, more defined. Look at that nice bubble butt and the way my thighs compliment..."
Grinning a little bit, Brandon slapped his own ass, and gasped from the sheer sensation. His cock went more or less diamond hard in a moment. Figuring he needed to take care of this before honestly showering, Brandon started rubbing his cock as he pressed his back against a wall. Watching himself jerk off. Seeing this muscular young hunk preening and primping his manhood.
Brandon's fantasies seemed caught between the two attractions. He still attained great arousal from thinking back to his many female conquests...but mixed in there was a lot of his attraction to Jake. He remembered how Jake blew him like that, and lightly bit his lip. The mental images were switching between genders in his fantasies remarkably easily. Brandon rubbed his glans and felt himself involuntarily thrust into an imaginary sex partner, groaning.
Muscles tight and ass clenched, Brandon gulped as he felt his orgasm starting. Fuck, it was so intense at the early 20s... he felt it hit him and almost escalated to making Brandon scream from sheer enjoyment...three, four, five, six and seven shots of cum on the floors he would need to clean up. Brandon grinned lazily and flexed his free arm. Fuck he was a gorgeous little thing.
The shower saw Brandon twisting and turning in there, reckoning with his increased sensitivity. He couldn't well just set it to the highest available temperature any more without his skin protesting. It seemed he was noticing even in the shower that his chest was forming much more well toned aesthetics, and his shoulders likewise were becoming distinct - front, side and rear delt. Fuck this looked good.
By the time Brandon was done with his shower, he contemplated. He was in the mood for a hook up despite what Jannes said. He could try for someone new and bank on that hypothesis he had. Or he could call up Jake. Jake... for some reason Brandon could still feel his attraction to Jake burning in his chest. Just as much right now as he wanted to try and go with a woman, he wanted to go with Jake. But there was the fact that he had that active serum in him.
So if he was right, the second exposure could result in Jake changing somehow...