Chuck had been mistaken. When all of this had started he had been certain that the manipulation of reality was going to lead to him fucking his neighbor Michael or one of his boys first. But as he watched the rhythmic pounding that Aaron was applying to the tits and face of Wyatt, one thing was clear, he was going to fuck that bright pink ass.
Chuck clicked a few things on his own icon and the grey casual suit he was wearing vanished. Revealing his new and improved body. Before last night, chuck had been a fat, doughy man with a shriveled cock. He had been plagued with type two diabetes and a bit of gout. He had struggled for years with erectile dysfunction. The pain and disappointment in his body had led in part to his reclusiveness.
Now, glancing in the mirror, he stood straighter, taller. His stretcmarked skin was gone and he looked like an aging porn star. He had kept a bit of the gut and he hadn't modified his age out of his late fifties, but he had done away with the suffering that age and a sedentary lifestyle had given him.
Now, his body felt good. He knew he'd have the stamina to keep up with any of his creations. He felt like himself, but better than ever, an apex version of the old lonely perv next door.
Chuck walked behind Aaron, putting his hands on the gyrating waist of the former virgin.
Chuck slowly pushed in to the velvety hole between those bright pink cheeks and he felt it slowly feeding in his whole ten inches. When he was balls deep, Chuck felt the heat of the two cheeks on his pelvis. He stayed there for a moment, feeling the nice warmth of the younger boy, pressing his body into the soft fur of Aaron's back, arms encircling him and griping the firm numbs of Aaron's nipples. He heard and felt Aaron's first orgasm in his new form. The tight, welcoming hoke clamping and spasming around him, the spirting sound of him in the mouth and on the face and tits of Wyatt.
Then, Chuck began to move, slowly at first, feeling the way the hole pulled at him as he drug it almost all the way out and then pushed it back in.
After a handful of deep rocking thrusts, Chuck began to pick up the pace, his balls beginning to slap on the thighs of the younger man.
Wyatt couldn't move. He laid there, held down by the body weight of the two men. His face and upper body being painted with cum and dick cheese by Aaron as his ass was being plowed.
After 15 minutes of friction, fifteen minutes of rigorous fucking, Aaron heard Chuck say, "I'm almost there. Cum with me boys."
Aaron's spent dick sprang back to hardness, this time even more sensitive after blowing his load the first time.
He felt Chuck still, his cock as deep as he could get it in the furry man's ass. Then, he felt the liquid fire of Chuck's hot load coating his insides. He came as well, covering Wyatt's face and hair. He head Wyatt moan as well, muffled under the hairy weight of his balls, his tiny, hairless cock shooting a small load up into the folds of his dress.
They stayed there for a moment, Aaron feeling the softening of Chuck's cock inside him, then, Chuck pulled out, wiping the residual cum off his dick on the fuzzy lower back of his creation. Aaron got up, and without asking permission, he said, "I'm going to take a shower." Then he started up the stairs in the unfamiliar house.
Chuck didn't offer him any correction or direction, knowing that the boy wasn't going to leave this place without his express permission. He just went back to the computer and made a few clicks until he was once again dressed in the well fitted suit and loosely buttoned Oxford.
Wyatt stirred, his body a little sore from being used like a fleshlight and then like a wrestling mat. He got shakily to his feet, not yet knowing how to walk on the black heels he was wearing.
Before he could make his way to another part of the house, he heard Chuck say, "Not so fast, you're the maid, clean that shit up." The words were accompanied by a few clicks on the keyboard and Wyatt found himself on his hands and knees licking up the puddles of spunk and sweat on the floor.