Daren opened the door gently and slipped into the dark room, flicking the light on as he did so. Chris was still sprawled on the bed, still sleeping as per the Chronivac's commands, but Daren saw that his changes had taken effect. While Chris had never been big, the clothes he had been wearing were now too big for him. He looked like a kid trying on his older brother's clothes.
And he was beautiful, the very epitome of adolescent beauty that Daren had intended. Daren approached their bed, sending the suitcase stuffed with Chris's clothes spilling onto the floor. Chris would be going nowhere, and the clothes were now too big for him. Daren wasn't ever going to let Chris be anywhere near big enough to wear them again and so he made a mental note to take them to a charity shop for disposal later on. He eased himself onto the bed next to Chris and for a few minutes just drank in the sight. He could see the kernel of what Chris had been in the boy who slumbered peacefully next to him, but whereas that Chris had been pretty, maybe even beautiful, this Chris was transcendant. He felt his penis begin to engorge as he lusted for the nubile flesh of his miniaturised boyfriend.
With great care he reached over and worked Chris free of the loose clothing that had draped over him, leaving the teen naked and exposed. He drew the boy into his lap, Chris felt as a light as a feather to him, and let the crescent of his soft buttocks rest against his pulsing length whilst he propped him upright, chest, to chest. Chris was the sum of every hidden fantasy he had ever had, every stolen, guilty thought. And with great deliberation, Daren let go.
He plunged down on those ruby lips, hungrily forcing them open and jutting his tongue into the soft, sweet cavern of his pet's mouth. The tensing of Chris's body and the little squeaks he was making told Daren Chris had finally awakened. Daren broke the kiss to gaze into Chris's eyes. His boyfriend was awake, alert and most importantly, lustful. The feel of Chris's little pecker becoming erect and poking into his rock hard abs made Daren smile triumphantly, before he again treated himself to the teen's tongue.
Daren worked a bottle of baby oil free from the draw of the bedside table and liberally slathered it between their chest, over his own raging erection and, with his free hand, rubbed it between Chris's silken ass checks. With a roar, he finally penetrated his little flower boy, feeling the rose bud of his ass give way under his insistent prodding. He thrust in, and out, in and out, all the while Chris moaned like a hungry whore below him. Finally, he roared with the sheer bliss of relief as he pumped several times into Chris before withdrawing and flopping back onto the bed. Chris was beside him, panting heavily, exhausted.
As Darren looked at his boyfriend, the soft body coated in sheen of sweat that shimmered in the light, he felt his second wind come on him. That first time was pure lust. He reached out and grabbed Chris again, rolling him onto his side so they were face to face.
This next time would be love. And with that, he kissed him again.