Meanwhile, a timer had appeared on Jeff’s computer, slowly ticking down from the 24 hours Jeff had selected for his random transformation. A pop-up window appeared reading “SUBJECT HAS COMBINED WITH NON-TRANSFORMED MATERIAL. RECONSTITUTION WILL BE ATTEMPTED AFTER CLOCK RUNS OUT.” But Jeff had no thoughts of the implications of his actions. Now that he had thoroughly mixed with the semen from Nate’s testicles, Jeff had ceased to be. There was only cum, aware of the fact that it was alive, but not questioning anything beyond it’s biological function.
Nate woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. He never had dreams like that usually - what was that about? It had been pretty great though. Maybe all this extra time wrestling was causing his libido to go out of whack? No, that’s gay shit, and he wasn’t gay. He liked wrestling because he got to roll around with other guys, but he would never admit it to anyone. Nate started stroking his cock.
Inside Nate’s balls, the full pounding of Nate’s heartbeat began to quicken. Nate’s cum had been swimming quietly, but now it started to move faster, to heat up in sexual euphoria. It was time to serve it’s function.
Nate reached into his side drawer, and pulled out a condom. Better not to make a mess again, he thought. I don’t have time to do laundry before work. He ripped open the packaging and rolled the condom out onto his 9-inch penis. The pleasure made his cock throb and flex. A bit of Jeff leaked out, collecting in the tip of the condom. Nate began to run up and down on his cock, moaning as he thought of wrestling, those fucking hot guys he wished he could fuck. His balls tightened.
The warm testicles began to constrict, and then suddenly relaxed, shooting Jeff out into the condom. More and more Jeff/cum shot out of Nate’s penis, stretching the rubber of the condom. Jeff could taste Nate’s sweaty cock again, and the cum began to gently rub itself against the head of the penis that had just expelled it.
“Shit,” Nate said aloud. “I must have waited a few days since last time.”
Nate pulled the condom off his penis, and inspected it. He had come much more than normal, it was kind of hot actually. He got out of bed and walked to the garbage can, throwing the used condom inside. Time to get ready for work.
For hours, the used condom sat in the garbage can. The cum didn’t know where to go or what to do. It leaked out of the swollen rubber condom, collecting in the bottom of the waste bin.
The timer continued down.