Brad had no intention of fucking things up, this close to being rescued. After everything that had happened so far, he had no problem sitting around on the relative safety of his kitchen counter and waiting for his husband to return from the nearest shop that sold batteries. The dangers in here were small- there was no way that that he was going to move from a known safe spot. Mark knew he was a fly- or, he reminded himself, That he was in the body of a fly, and that quite frankly as the more responsible half of their relationship Mark would no doubt return with the batteries in short order.
For the first time, Brad was able to relax and experience what he was wanted when he made that impulsive decision what felt like ages ago - simply existing as a fly in his own home.
The small fly-human sat there, basking in the knowledge that soon, he’d be able to correct his mistake. And maybe treat mark, for all he’d put him through. If the Chronivac was able to turn him into a fly, then the least it could do would be to make them rich, or give Mark the body of a dedicated bodybuilder. Hell, even beyond that, if he wanted - room sized, muscled out bodybuilder…
Brad rubbed his forelegs together, just imaging exploring his impossibly muscled husband. The things he could do…god, the sweat from those muscles.. he could practically taste it, the sweet scent making his brain go crazy..
The buzzing of wings broke Brad from his reverie. It wasn’t his imagination- something smelled really good. Really, REAllY good.
Brad turned, his wings twitching in anticipation, as another fly flew out from where they kept their trash and landed on the countertop.
God, is that what I look like? Brad thought, staring through his massive, faceted fly eyes at the other member of his current species. Giant eyes.. a thick, hunched back, and wiry legs… all less than an inch big.
Already aroused,it was easy for Brad to slip into old habits, not realizing why the other fly flew up here in the first place.
He was just a fly. A common housefly, identical to millions of others. A bottom feeder.. lowest of the low..and he willingly gave up his humanity for the this. His humiliation kink had never been more sated.
Brad had inched closer to the suspiciously calm fly during his fantasy, his fly brain gently taking the wheels from the human side of him. It took him a second to realize why that fly smelled so good.
It wasn’t just any fly, Brad realized. It was a female fly.
His brain immediately recoils, and almost on clue, the fly in from of him turns, shoving her ovipositor at him. He was pent up, aching, stressed out from the past day, and now this? He was gay! He wasn’t attracted to women!!
But the body he was currently inhabiting didn’t seem to care.
His forelegs gripped at her back as he mounted the fly, finding purchase an around her wings. The female below his seemed excited as he finally woke up to his duty, the bottom of his round fly body dragging up behind her.
And with the tiniest motion, he cheated on his husband with a fly.
His world went white, as his cock plunged into her ovipositor- like a blowjob, he thought , but warmer. The software overlaying his mind onto the fly had a few seconds of rest, as Brad the fly and Brad the human sunk into the pleasure of breeding - there was no difference, in those moments. All data points matched.He wrested control for a second, but instead of moving away, gripped her tighter. He could taste the trash on her, his wings twitching like mad as he mates with the her.
He came down from his high, perched on her back. He was good. He was in control.
He plunged back into her.