The used condom filled with Nate’s cum laid in the garbage bin for hours, while meanwhile in Jeff’s room the chronivac ticked down.
“NOW RECONSTITUTING BODY OF SUBJECT” appeared on the screen. The chronivac scanned the cum in the garbage can. “BIOLOGICAL MIX OF SUBJECT A AND NEW SUBJECT B DETECTED. CREATING NEW BODY FOR COMBINED SUBJECTS.” Squishing sounds began coming from the garbage bin. The used condom grew heavier, falling to the base of the bin and landing in the small puddle of cum that had dripped out. The cum collected itself inside the condom, and began to grow. The condom stretched tighter and tighter. The garbage can tipped over, spilling its contents on the floor. The condom was as big as a ball now, stretching larger and larger. It began to thicken from a semi-liquid into human flesh, stretching out in different directions as limbs formed themselves. Arms and legs grew, then hands and feet. A head pulled itself of out of the defining torso. Fingers, toes. The condom, stretched to its limit, burst apart. A mouth separated itself out of the thickening mass. Eyes formed, and opened. Hair grew. A penis of its own elongated out of its midsection. It’s consciousness and memories began to return, but not merely those of Jeff. When Jeff had mixed his body with Nate’s semen, he had combined himself with Nate’s biological matter, and the new being had characteristics and memories of both Jeff and Nate.
“DONE.” Chimed the chronivac.
The being sat up. It pulled the ripped, sticky condom out of his hair. It had changed back into a human. It could remember when Jeff had transformed into cum, and then merged with Nate’s. It could remember Nate’s wrestling practice, and his forbidden urges. It could remember Jeff’s schooling. It stood up and walked to the full length mirror in Nate’s room. It looked like both Jeff and Nate, a perfect average between the two. Jeff had been 16 and Nate was 23, and it thought that itself looked to be about 20. Nate had dark hair, Jeff very light brown. The being had dark brown hair. It looked down at its cock. 8 inches, the perfect average between Nate’s 9 and Jeff’s 7.
The naked being walked out of the room and into Jeff’s. Jeff had always been more into computers than sports, and his computer still sat at his desk. But now there were wrestling signets on the ground and medals hung on the wall. He must be a wrestler too now. Yes, it seemed so, judging by his muscular body. Not quite as built as Nate’s, but certainly stronger looking than Jeff’s.
The being decided that it’s name must still be Jeff, since Nate still existed separately, and had donated his biological matter to Jeff without compromising the structure of his own body. But the new Jeff felt a closer kinship with Nate than ever before now. After all, they were half the same person now.
Jeff looked at his computer. There were now two subjects on the screen. A digitized image of Jeff standing naked on one side of the screen, and one of Nate on the other. Jeff sat down on the computer. His chair felt different, likely because of all the squats he did now. He stared at the chronivac, thinking about his next move.