"I trust my friend, amico." Vinnie... Keith doesn't return the brofist. He scowls instead and turns around seemingly upset at the whole ordeal and walks back to the bathroom along with the car keys. He doesn't say anything else, but you know that he isn't trusting of you yet, or at least the other half of you.
You lose the smile on your face, pulling back the fist that you know wasn't something Alan does. Keith was struggling there, Gabe could ascertain that much. Before the door closes and you lose the opportunity, you call out to him. "Thanks, Keith! For trusting Alan."
The door pauses in its motion for a moment, but closes anyway. It's better to let him process what happened in wet solitude anyway. A sudden knock at the doors jolts you out of your thoughts, and with quick thinking, a towel was grabbed from the bed and became your nudity cover. It was a bit of staring at the now hung equipment you possess, whistling in appreciation at the awe, and pride, of your new self. A whole 7 inches soft and enough girth to leave a bulge in your towel.
It rises as it hardens, a mountain rising from the hills.
"Oh fuck." You try to will it down, but no dice.
Might as well answer the door and get your mind off of it. You walk with confident strides and open it slightly, the chain unlatched, broken, as you peek to see who was outside. It was a bellhop, a something-something 19-year-old twink just outside the door with brown eyes and blonde hair staring back at you.
"Sorry, sir, but we've received complaints from our other guests that loud banging sounds were coming from this room. I was sent to check." His voice wasn't wheezy, but not quite deep either. It was what a normal guy could have at least.
Your erection didn't go down. Instead, you remember that your refractory period was much faster and you are naturally horny, with all the testosterone rushing through your blood. A sudden mischievous thought strikes through you, and as you begin to execute it, you also remember that you don't think before you do.
"Ah yeah." You say as you let the door swing open, allowing the guy to stare at your whole glory, your muscular pecs, and abs, thick arms, shoulders, and triceps as you could see his eyes travel quickly to the tent you've sported. You casually lean with your elbows on the doorframe, flexing your bicep to grow and peak. "We've been a bit too rough on the bed."
The bellhop flushes a noticeable Fuschia, suddenly given a full view of your masculinity. He sputters before he looks to your feet, having scanned your legs that never skipped a leg day. "S-sorry, but be a bit more c-considerate of other sleeping guests, o-kay? Thanks for your patience, s-sir."
The bellhop tried to keep professional, but his walking was crooked as he walked away. "Thanks for the adoration too, Jared."
He flinched and walked faster.
You walk back into your room, closing the door and locking it albeit without the chains. Your memories supplied how you looked with the countless flexing and selfies you took in the bathroom, various poses, and faces you've sent online. As usual, most assumed you to be a dumb meathead, and you're more than happy to let them think so.
But as you stand in front of the mirror, you can't help but let your towel fall to the floor and see your naked glory in the mirror. The part of you that was Alan was in awe, while the part that was Liam was full of pride at a body well built. The reflection showed a bodybuilder who looks confused about all of this. You start flexing as you'd always do, years of experience and habit driving you.
Side chest, abdominal and thighs, most muscular. Your erection became steel hard as both halves of the whole grips the rod in wanton desire, part of you unable to believe this is you and another in euphoria at the upgrade he had from merging with a nerd. It didn't take long as you erupt, splashing the mirror with your virile and brand new seed, a completely new you as a moan escapes in baritone, a look of pure bliss of being Gabriel Fletch.
"Fuck, that was intense. Now I think I know how Keith felt becoming Vinnie." You didn't bother cleaning the mess as you walk to the bed and falling flat on your back, spurts of baby batter jetting with each contraction of your balls. "No wonder that he doesn't want to revert."
It didn't take much to compare the halves of yourself. Liam was a whitebread jock, peer pressured by like-minded jock friends and enabled by his parents, gifted with natural athleticism that allowed him to excel and gain a sports scholarship. "Why bother toiling day and night studying when you can just use your body to win in sports?" It doesn't take much thought to know why Liam was such a womanizer, memories of his conquests fresh in your mind even as Gabe, the many protected one-night stands prevalent in the new memories and with a good reason.
But it isn't just that, Gabe was a winner in both academic and athletic excellence. Being Keith's best friend, Alan's belief that studying would bring success led him to enroll Keith in college. Alan was a wallflower and not that much of a nerd in stereotype as strict and humble parents brought him up to who he is now. "Whew, with reality unchanged from the keys, my parents are safe. I would have wanted to revert if I lost them."
"Now that a bit of self-reflection is complete, literally," You look to the ejaculation-covered mirror and smirk, "I want to make sure I can stay like this for a little while longer."
You look to the bathroom with the showers still running. You know the moment Keith feels like his friend is gone, he'd want to undo it immediately.
"How to do it, I wonder?" You start humming in thought.