Peering into the now empty chamber, Trevor's memory lost what'd just seemingly happened with the black puff of dark smoke that he thought had somehow appeared in the chamber. Rubbing his tired eyes and chalking the unknown thing to his own imagination getting the best of himself, Trevor added another of those ideas he'd devised to torment brutal Nils' preserved memories with new gay pleasure he'd learn to sense with his gay boyfriend's same devious lusts, and Trevor's own gay sexuality. Despite the now easily aroused new homo jock's memory of who he'd been before, Trevor's own sexual interests would give this new gay jock his own demanded needs to be Trevor's sex starved boyfriend.
Tired, glancing down as a loud pinging bell like signal sounded from the computer's speaker, Trevor charged through the space and quickly opened and entered his waiting chamber's vaulted confines as the lab door opened and revealed Nils Lagerfeld dressed in what looked like a ratty pair of torn sweatpants, skintight tank top beneath his wrestling team's junior varsity jacket, and scruffy football cleats with tiny metal spikes that'd probably ripped up the lush carpeting between both the kitchen and front door when he'd just entered Trevor's mansion without even removing his footwear outside. As he ran inside the vault's cylinder, Trevor's grin was met by Nils' confused expression as the Swedish jock noticed what Trevor was wearing, and that Parker was no where in sight as the vault silently sealed.
"Where the fuck did you get that medical doctor costume, Booger?" Nils shouted, apparently unconcerned or seemingly uninterested with this being Trevor's own multi-million dollar estate his grandmother and grandfather bequeathed him when they passed on just 4 months earlier. "Deaf, yo? And where in the fuck is Parker hidin' out, Boog? He inside anywhere here, Booger? No, I don't ... HEY! What's fuckin' goin' on, you fuckin' pimple-faced oily pizza-face gay fag boy? How did you shut that fuckin' door standin' over there, you horny jock cravin' fag? This some fag nerd's cock suckin' April fool's joke you and that Parker dick tried to trick me over here for? Fuckin' say somethin' you little boner poppin' pimply pus leakin' little greasy black-haired scrawny fucker!"
But Trevor simply giggled at Nils' limited jock vocabulary and over used typical name calling bullying insults.
Pointing upward to the now descending refractor that was now a few moments away from flashing a low electron energy beam of invisible waves inside the chamber's space, Trevor backed up against the wall and felt the sharp sting from the only hypodermic needle that instantly injected him with the chemical reagents that'd speed up his changes. His boyfriend's own change would now both be felt in, and on, each pore and inch of his adjusting body. As the altered changes he included for the hot teenage jock needed even longer to initiate, the teen's pain as all of his physical body components began changing would also keep the teen's body in its currently formed condition even if injured or became partially destroyed as it recreated itself.
Without Trevor even realizing what he'd achieved, the physical changes he made would make the blonde's own improved imperfections inside his boyfriend's body an invincible young jock's physique. It would retain the physical change he'd almost perfected, but return the unfortunate teen's exact same current state, permanently. And soon, Trevor's own decision to implement these changes would also affect his own body to experience a very similar fate and change when his program completed its processes to make both an infectious werewolf based human beast that shouldn't exist as Trevor designed, but unknowingly created, for all eternal changes shared and inherited by both teenagers.
With his programmed changed internal AI, his program corrected the errors found with its new code while it ran, and several loops were corrected to include it to encrypt the updated files once Trevor's processes completed.
But Trevor's program made two primary keyed coding errors that would also give some unexpected fixes when any fluid
supply grew lower and changed unsafely. And the primary improvement Trevor's programming included was only onto one extremely sensitive unique part on the teen's body that would give far more discomforts and eventual pleasures with the teenage jock's newly revised sexual activities. Trevor's own penis was a slender 7-inch long erection, when it grew stiff. But Nils' member, an uncut 4-inch drug-abused fuck pole that hung down in an un-erect limp very painful sagging condition, was a much fatter shaft than Trevor's longer sexual tool that often hardened rapidly to an uncut full form in its greasy cum coated inner foreskin sheath. Easily stretching at the wrinkled skin that enclosed the organ full inside it without any pain and difficult effort, Trevor's cock head exited his flesh easily. Nils often felt his deeply recessed hidden length nearly impossible masturbating without a severe painful experience that he'd regularly just avoided even attempting to beat off frequently.
However, only when being sucked off could Nils ever enjoy an orgasming release. Trevor wasn't aware the jock had a medical erection issue since most jocks were typically exposing their large cocks in the school's showers. Some had even ejaculated on nerds they bullied or humiliated, though Trevor hadn't experienced that bullying his only friend related to him about being forced into the center role of some circle-jerk offs the wrestling team did whenever the team lost their matches. But Jeremy seemed to like that sort of action from the wrestlers, and he'd claimed a trio of them were secretly homosexual. And one even spent a few weekend sleepovers recently. Jeremy's story sounded as fake and imagined as the freckled redhead's other stories about some senior football jocks, too, but Trevor guessed his friend's story was far fetched and obviously impossible with parents who monitored the nerd's life closely.
Nils glanced up to where Trevor's index finger was pointing, suddenly finding every garment he'd worn here had been somehow instantly removed with little to no sense he'd just been stripped of them until he looked downwards and saw the discarded clothes draped around his naked body. Nils thought he'd been drugged or gassed by some unknown thing that'd taken off every item by an invisible forceful devil or demon since some weird tingly presence had surrounded his entire body. It felt as if pins and needles were suddenly pricking at every inch of his skin, turning his mean stare to the gay nerd Trevor's own form as he now stood against the wall sporting a severely upright stiffened uncut fully aroused penis staring at Nils' own nakedness revealed in full bright view.
Nils' limp and drooping cock's now sweat soaked blonde pubic nest of thin fine hair that surrounded his 4-inch soft uncut meat he left unchecked, and had avoided showering after wrestling practice ended today, smelled like a filthy wrestling jockstrap from his now sweaty crotch and dangling foreskin's sheath. The continuous wash and cleaning he had to endure for an excessive long ritual of medical ointments he applied to disguise the smell of his potent musk usually took a long time to smell somewhat normal around his friends and family. Usually, his crotch odors were so overwhelming, friends peeled off without any word or reason for leaving. Nils knew why that was. People hated his stink. His body odor's sweet ripe odor wasn't quite as bothersome and difficult to cover and disguise as the musky strong odors he himself noticed in his clothes, his room, even the air around him had that same stink if he avoided a shower more than a day. Trevor, a gay nerd he'd only picked on and bullied to impart a dominating influence into the one kid who always seemed turned on and aroused by Nils' strong odors and smells, simply terrified Nils to both insult and bully the young gay teenage nerd with a constant glare and hatred against the fag kid, and everyone dumb enough or foolish enough to protect any gay boys. Nils despised almost all minorities, and any stereotypical teens unlike himself. His blonde looks made them run once he was in sight. He was so visible from afar, they'd just see his light blonde hair, and run, believing he'd insult or bully anyone he wanted to humiliate wherever he went.
All gays, slant-eyed Asians, blacks, Indians, even a native American, were well deserved to suffer his own endless wrath or anger. Especially nerds, or gay nerds that would always stare at him, freaking him out when he caught the hungry looks or gawking gay's thoughts they radiated with their creepy staring eyes. To Nils, their stares were as pungent and foul as the smells of his sweaty body odor and sharp peppery stench.
Trevor's white hospital-style doctor's smock, and his dirty white underpants, shoes and socks were on the chamber's floor around him, removed just as instantly and effortlessly as Nils' clothing had stripped away by the programming he modified to remove clothes from anyone inside the vault cylinder when his program was run.
"Check that out you sexy sweaty jock," Trevor said, smiling when Nils' blonde pubic hair began to sprout more hairs and grow a bit thicker and far more moist with the sweat that sent Trevor's needs into immediate overdrive. Blonde Nils had the most fragrant, and overpowering muskiness and sweet stench that Trevor adored and lusted about for the hot Swedish teen bully he popped countless erections and an orgasm thinking about. "Your pubes look so moist right now, Nils, it's sorta lookin' like you kinda like that slippery feeling it's giving you now, Nils."
"W-what the ... what the fuck is ... oh no you gotta be fuckin' kiddin'!" Nils groaned, looking down at the growing dense crop of blonde pubic hair that'd begun to impossibly sprout out through the fine silky strands of hair that'd just been nearly crinkly dry when he left his house to back up Parker's text. "Holy shit! My ... my pubes are ... are ... oh my fuck how the fuck ... how is this just ... happening? Fuck! Yo? What the ... what the fuck's going on? It ... oh shit it's still growing more! Like ... oh fuck what the fuck is ... oh no I've gotta be dreaming, I can't just grow more pubes like this it ... oh fuck, no! Jus' lemme out! Lemme the fuck outta here ... oh no, you must be doing this to me, Booger! Lemme go. Oh fuck jus' lemme go and ... oh my fuck that's just ... oh fuck it's starting to look way the hell like ... oh fuck no! Like that! It's gettin' hairy as ... as yours!"
Less than 10 short minutes had elapsed since the weird note the keypad's touch screen revealed of a 4-digit code to enter, and open the thick metal door he'd stood in curious anger and roaming thoughts about what that note Parker's last text was. Clearly gonna whip his ass. If Parker needed help with Booger, and was inside Booger's house, with locked doors and who knows how many guard dogs, policemen, rent-a-cop security losers, FBI, or even CIA operative's stakeout to catch dangerous criminals they'd arrest ... wait a minute! I never committed any crimes to be arrested by the police or government. Worst thing I've done is drown that neighbor's ugly cat, shot a few birds with an air gun that don't even work now anymore. Oh, and that one unfortunate thing that had caused that flood around several elderly neighbors homes and basements. But that was years earlier when I was still in elementary school!
Nils moaned out in fear as his cock started to swell, the painful scrape and fire it gave soon as he started to get erect rapidly beginning when he'd clearly started to pop a hard-on despite not even getting aroused by something to make him get wood. What the fuck, Nils thought, glancing down as his penis continued growing harder. Getting stiff he knew would soon be a painful boner if it got any longer or even started to slide out more through his foreskin's tight dry sheath.
And even worse, his body was stuck against the cement chamber's wall, and he could barely move.
Then something strange happened, and moisture seemed to fill the insides of his sheath and coat his penis' shaft in a slippery glaze-like lubricant similar to the gel he used at night to prevent waking up in bloodstained underwear, sheets, and a raging boner. His now half erect cock and the pain of it had lessened, slowly fading as he'd watched it point out with the typical jutting wide spike of its tightly sheathed flesh now wrapped around it, but his penis was now pointed out from a much thicker, and a significantly larger, dense jungle of sweat-dripping blonde pubes.
Then Nils cried out as his foreskin's flesh began to seemingly turn a somewhat darker flesh tone, suddenly loosening around his shaft's thick member as it darkened. And it appeared the more the foreskin's flesh darkened, the looser it became until actual visible wrinkles were starting to ripple and form on its entire length.
"Oh shit, oh shit," Nils said, staring as his cock began lifting upwards, growing harder and pointing upright as it swelled and the foreskin's flesh grew shades darker. It had clearly lifted upwards, developing an arched curvature and hook when it swelled, suddenly growing even longer as his foreskin's fleshy tube seemed to somehow grow longer, until the lengthy flesh was actually a wrinkly loose sheath. "What the fuck, how the fuck is this making me get so aroused and ... oh, no fuckin' way in hell! It's not making me feel like ... like this! I ain't a fag!"
Nils looked upward and across the chamber, shocked at how much his upturned cock now looked similar to Trevor's own upwards curved erection, moaning as his stare at Trevor's stiff boner actually excited an idea inside his mind that sent his cock growing even harder and faster to an erection as it rose up higher and got a curving steepness that'd curved the entire sheath completely upright in a totally stiffened aroused erection. His penis was still hardening even larger now, and then it's mushroom's cap started sliding out of the foreskin sheath revealing the head was now hellishly thinner, exposing the slick mushroom's cap crowned a now 6 or 7-inch long thinner cock. And then it began to grow fatter again, growing slightly longer and extending from the foreskin's wrinkled puckered flesh as his cock curved even sharper upright, extended now almost 8-inches from his heavily sweating blonde pubic hair as the curved shaft grew impossibly more upright, arching and bending the mushroom's head up so it's exposed vent now aimed up at the ceiling and pointed his stiff boner straight upwards. His erection finally reached what appeared to be clearly 9-inches long, and now fully aroused and hellishly stiffened with thoughts about being sucked off or sucking Trevor off if he agreed to come over and suck his erection until they were both squirting their cum on one another.
Gotta stroke him, Nils shivered, looking away from Trevor's arousing erection before realizing he thought something definitely homosexual and gay. He wasn't turning into a gay fag despite his obviously stiff aroused boner. It was not possible to feel attracted to Trevor. He's just 13-years-old and ... fuck, so sexy for a young nerd. No, that fag's not hot as those jocks on his football and wrestling team, or the older senior jocks he'd fantasized about at the nearby high school! Oh fuck! He's making me think like a gay fag!
Fluids were actually leaking from the sheath's flesh at the cap. And then the foreskin itself slid upward around it and enclosed his entire mushroom's tip inside as it surrounded the swollen bulging head and settled into the almost perfect hooked shape and curve of a fishing hook's bend as it shrank somewhat. It'd decreased his cock's length to some measurement closer to maybe 8-inches as it curved and flexed with arousal as his foreskin's skin made the same exact slick spout-like growth of wrinkly flesh identical to Trevor's greasy foreskin. His sheath looked so similar to Trevor's foreskin now, Nils wondered if that oily glaze on it would be created on its own darker flesh since his own sheath and stiffened boner curved upright as aroused and needy as Trevor's hot cock was offering.
"That's the first gay change made," Trevor stated, trapped with his back against the wall just like the blonde jock was still pinned up against the opposite wall. "Now the next change is gonna make you really aroused and horny I'd expect. You ever thought it'd be cool being a vampire or werewolf before, Nils? You know, having fangs and giving your blood cravings to someone else who would have to obey and do everything or anything you wanted to do with them as they turned all of your fantasies and cravings about long sweaty rough sex into your reality? You know, like if you wanted me to stroke that boner or suck you off until you're cummin' down my throat since you now feel gay as me so we'd become gay boyfriends and live forever? I'm sure you have the same desires and gay thoughts as me now that you're a gay fucking jock, Nils. A gay fag teenage jock who fantasizes about us together, having animal sex like a real werewolf, and doing all those things you imagined and now want to do to satisfy your own hungers."
"Oh that's about the stupidest thing I've heard, Trevor," Nils said, shocked when his cock actually swelled at that same thought entering his mind. His thought matched the nerd teenager's words exactly, almost as if his desire for werewolves and rough forced sex had been replicated in Trevor's own brain. "What did we ... oh ... no fucking way, Trevor! I've never known gay fags were into werewolves like I am, but ... but werewolves aren't real you ... wait! You thought I'd wanna be a gay jock to be your fucking boyfriend like ... I was gay and ... oh fuck what the ... oh fuck you made me run here to ... get me in this chamber to ... oh no way I'll be your gay fag boyfriend and do what I pretended I'd do with you if we were both fags and I only wanted gay fucking sex with you, Trevor!"
"Yes you will, Nils," Trevor laughed, watching Nils' upturned boner growing stiffer and stiffer as the pubic jungle of blonde hairs sprouted more blonde hairs with an oily glistening sheen inside their deep new growth. Nils' hairy crotch was now as dense and overgrown as Trevor's had become with his changes. "We're both gonna get to share much more than gay sexual cravings and fantasies as boyfriend's, Nils. You're gonna bite me, and change me with cum and saliva when you become a werewolf, fucking me to make me your mate so you'll become my gay jock boyfriend when your cum pumps me full of your jock sperm and we become immortal, mating each other as gay lovers forever, Nils."
As more blonde hairs thickened and enlarged Nils' once faint patch of pubes, silkier blonde hairs even spread above his deeply rippled abdominal muscles and touched his chest with fine white chest hair as longer hairs grew down the back of his neck and formed the hairstyle Trevor's programming added for the jock teenager's more punkish half with a more Emo length mullet-like look. Sprouting more oily filthiness within its silky sweat moist strands as a slick glaze erupted across every inch of flesh across Nils' increasing muscular physique, even longer hairs grew over his forehead and draped down over his light blue eyes until a path formed between them and thickened the curving arched dense curtains it extended upwards and outwards. As new undercut hairs and oily scalp prickled the shortened spiky blonde barbs of greasy moisture along both sides of his head, those spiked up hairs also grew more dense to moisten and coat Nils' scalp in the dirtier condition now matched to Trevor's own unwashed oily hair and damp scalp as he'd programmed into the teenager's appearance so the hot jock's odor would increase and satisfy Trevor's fantasy.
Unfortunately, Trevor didn't know that addition would give them both an even stronger, and far more potent musk and smell when the jock's own body odors were increased more. Once both completely avoided showering and cleaning, they were also going to adopt one another's feral werewolf's same habit and wolf-like instincts at grooming each other's body's like animals, with their tongues. Trevor programmed in to include it so they'd smell each other's odor, and even their own smells as well, so it'd get them as aroused as it already made him whenever he'd smelled the jock.
"What the fuck is happening now?" Nils shouted, glancing down when his boner shot a thick rope of cum up and out of his vent and sheathed tube. Moist spiked up blonde hairs exited from each pore below Nils' throat when another fat rope of cum spurted upwards as arousing pleasures filled Nils' increasing libido's need to fuck Trevor's gay ass to change his fear that gay fags gave him. It was as if Trevor wanted him to pump loads of his jock cum into the nerd and turn him into exactly what he'd asked him for. "You want this? You want me to cum in you, raping your ass!"
Humiliating gays and nerds was the typical fantasy Nils' usually had when he dreamed of gay bashing, and bullying a kid. But now, Nils felt like he should force any male that he craved or wanted sex with, turning them into gays or fags who'd be horny, or willing to become an obedient sex toy and satisfy his need for gay sex, satisfying his same sexual cravings or fantasies when they'd fucked, sucked, taste, or obey his sex demand. Doing all of his own cruel acts he'd even force on the guy regardless of their age, want, objection, or shock he would make them do for him as they'd become willing, or sickeningly helpless to resist his demand even if they were so young or pre-teen immature it made little boys become gay werewolves. Even if reversing his sex role so their new sex cravings included Nils' need. Nils even liked being gay. And popping boners like them was more fun than just wishing he could make hetero jocks, nerds, punks and the straight prep studs as aroused and horny for gay sex as he knew Trevor and he wanted to share and spread with others in their middle school. He and Trevor wanted to have a pack of gay werewolves and gay teenage jocks mated to that teenager they previously hated or teased so they'd become a boyfriend of the one they'd mate and be gay werewolves with for an eternity. Nils thought it'd be even funnier pairing pre-teenager's with the older teenage jock's, prep's, and Emo-type kids, making the young boy the dominant sex one instead of the teenager. Then the teenager would have to satisfy the pre-teen boy's gay werewolf instilled desires and instincts, sorta like his own alpha nerd boyfriend's own dominating influence he'd already felt from Trevor, somehow.
Young Trevor, the anorexic slender freckled nerd with greasy black hair, slightly bad acne and slick oily skin, and a flat bowl-cut around his head, was also actually really sexy as hell, Nils thought, staring at the nerd with horny cravings to torment the young gay fag and fuck his ass now. Trevor wouldn't object to being raped, sucked off, and fully humiliated with some forcible tongue slurping action on various parts and areas Nils' own oily sweat dripped from in a much heavier supply than even wrestling practice caused on his still filthy moist jock physique. His own delay to take his nightly shower would ensure the nerd drank plenty of manly juices at his pits and pubes once he'd make Trevor suck his sweat out until his dirty flesh was entirely clean and dried as if he'd showered. Nils didn't quite know when or where the idea came from, but he liked the idea of having a demanding horny gay boyfriend's warm tongue lapping at his sweat dripping smelly crotch and body, and armpits hungrily, willingly.
Nils' strong musky odor was clearly becoming even stronger as the sweaty glaze across his abdomen trickled rivulets of moisture down the now even deeper formed 6-pack his program's change enhanced. Instead of just a firm body, the blonde jock's stomach had become ripped with firm muscle as his entire physique seemed to grow even dirtier as some bizarre things started becoming more noticeable and happening to his flesh.