Just like before, one moment, you were standing on the doorstep to Blake's trailer, wearing the strange magic suit.
The next moment, you weren't standing there at all. Someone else, someone more fitting to this reality, had taken your place, and what bits of you remained were swimming around in that person's mind, trying to make sense of who he was, and what he was doing here. It only took you a few moments to realize that something had not gone according to plan. Trent was not standing where you'd been a second ago, like you'd planned. Trent still didn't exist at all, as far as reality was concerned. The suit, apparently, wasn't interested in making the same person twice, even if you were in relatively the same situation as before.
Now, standing on Blake's doorstep, right in front of Blake with the door open, was Blake's uncle, named Hutch. Hutch was in his early fifties, and a roughneck through and through. He hadn't bothered finishing high school, and had gone into trucking just like his younger brother had--Blake's dad. Unlike his dad though, Hutch didn't do the long haul stuff. He did local deliveries for an alcohol distributor in the state--though you aren't quite sure why that detail seems so pertinent. "Oh hey Uncle Hutch, you got the kegs?" Blake said.
"Sure do, nephew. Ya must be plannin' quite the party if ya think yer gonna get through three a these things," Hutch said with a thick drawl. "Lucky I get's a discount through the warehouse fer shit like this."
"Well let's get them unloaded then," Blake said, and the two of them headed for Hutch's beat up pickup truck--which you were certain hadn't been there moments earlier, with three silver kegs strapped in the bed.
As the two of them start muscling the heavy kegs into the trailer, one after another, you're quickly trying to get control over Hutch from the inside. You don't want to be some old, beer bellied roughneck after all! Just like before, you struggled to figure out how to connect your own thoughts to Hutch's actions--and most importantly his voice. If anything, it seemed more difficult this time, but you couldn't quite pin down why that was.
After about five minutes of hauling, all three kegs were settled in the kitchen of Blake's trailer. Hutch let off a whistle, and scratched his balding scalp with the brim of his ancient, threadbare trucker cap. "Well nephew, guess that just leaves the question a payment then," Hutch said with a grin.
Just like before, memories came pouring into Hutch's mind, washing over your own thoughts in the process. The only difference this time, was the sheer volume of them. Maybe it was because Hutch was older than Trent had been, maybe it was just the quirk of the suit, but the seemed heavier, like cement forming around you and Hutch's desires, so much stronger than Trent's thoughts had been before. It wasn't just memories of being attracted to Blake, of all the perverse, dirty thoughts you'd felt about him as he'd grown into the handsome young man in front of you, it was all the other men you'd lusted after over the years--and plenty of sex to go with it. Hutch was a fucking pervert, he wouldn't pass up an opportunity for cock--any cock, and the more perverse the situation, the more excited it got him.
Hutch had an arrangement with Trent for times like this. He'd deliver the kegs, and in lieu of cash for payment, Trent would let his dirty minded uncle suck his cock, one load for each keg. Of course, he wouldn't take all three loads right now--he'd want to space them out a bit. Blake was a horndog, and he certainly wasn't going to turn down a mouth, but he always got a little nervous about it being his uncle and all. For Hutch though, seeing his hot nephew squirm a bit just made the whole thing more exciting. "Come on Unc, I got guys showin' up soon..."
"I've never known ya tah take yer time with a load," Hutch said with a chuckle. He flipped his hat around, and got down on his knees. You felt that simple act reverberate through Hutch's whole life, all those cocks he's sucked over the years, and you were surprised by how excited you were. You might not be Trent right now, but you were gonna get a taste of Blake's hot cock one way or another, and you knew just how sweet Hutch's nephew's cum was, and...
No, this wasn't right! This was sick, and twisted, and perverted, and...and the more you tried to push back, the more you thought about how wrong it was, the more excited Hutch seemed to get, almost like he could sense your own disgust and reluctance as well. You tried to connect thought to voice, tried to say you wanted to be ignored, but you couldn't find your way through the maze of Hutch's perverted mind. Everything seemed to be flipped around. The more you didn't want it, the tighter Hutch's control seemed to become.
Still, Blake hesitated. Hutch chuckled. "What, savin' yer load fer a special someone tanight? One a those hot friends a yers gettin' ya all hot 'n bothered? Maybe I can stick around tahnight fer yer little party, show them boys what real men can get up to. Yer still plenty young, 'n ya got nuts like mah brother a mine," Hutch reached out and groped Blake's bulge in the front of his jeans, "if yer anythin' like him at yer age, he was plowin' mah holes from dawn tah dusk 'n still had sperm tah make you with."
More memories forming around you in Hutch's mind, of the filthy fun Hutch used to get up to with his brother--and his massive nutsack. He had some of the biggest loads Hutch had ever seen, and as he groped Blake's crotch, you saw it beginning to expand and swell. Fuck--Hutch's filthy mind wasn't just adding memories, he was actually changing the people around him too! Could the suit actually do that? "Fuck, that feels good," Blake said.
"You know yer uncle will always treat ya right, boy. I also know these full nuts need a good drainin', 'n ya'll still have plenty in there fer yer little orgy tahnight. Yer Daddy tells me yer becomin' quite the stud..."
"It's not...*grunt* an orgy..." Blake stammered, but again, you could feel Hutch's perverse desires infecting reality. Sure, they might not call it an orgy, but Blake and his friends would almost always end up drunk and naked at his parties, fooling around with each other plenty. Hutch reached out and tugged open the button fly of Blake's jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear, and while his cock was a respectable size, it was dwarfed by the size of his new nuts. A stream of precum drooled from the head, and Hutch leaned in to lap it up before it could fall to the floor.
You'd never tasted cum before, not even your own. Hutch, on the other hand, had tasted thousands of men's cum. The taste tingled your tongue, both new and familiar, and before Blake could put up another meager protest, Hutch swallowed his nephew's cock to the hilt there in the kitchen. Blake grabbed hold of Hutch's head, fingers twisting up in the remains of the older man's mullet that had been quite the sight in his younger years, when he'd had more hair, and it hadn't been turning grey quite yet. True to his words, Blake didn't last very long at all, and the load he shot down his uncle's throat was massive. Hutch's own cock was leaking in the front of his grungy jeans and would demand attention itself soon enough. You tried to convince Hutch to pull his face free of Blake's cock, but Blake's hands were still wrapped around him, even as his cock was softening. A memory was coming--of course they weren't done yet. Most guys needed a piss after a blowjob after all, and Hutch loved the taste of piss almost as much as he loved the taste of cum. Once he'd drank it all down, he cleaned under Blake's foreskin and then pulled away, letting off a satisfied belch and grinning up at his nephew.
"You're a dirty fuckin' pig, Uncle Hutch," Blake said, tucking his cock and huge nuts back into the crotch of his jeans.
You would have expected Hutch to feel some shame at the comment, but all you felt in his chest was a swell of pride. Hutch liked being a dirty pig, and increasingly, you found yourself enjoying it too. It was...freeing, not needing to give a fuck what other people thought about you. Free to just be a man, he a horny fuckin' pig of a man, taking and giving satisfaction whenever you felt like it. This wasn't right though, this wasn't what you'd wanted at all. Sure, it felt good, but you could tell that the further you slid into Hutch's mind, into his reality being created around him, the more difficult it would be to drag yourself out again. What do you do now? That is, if you can get control away from Hutch's lust driven mind long enough to do anything...