Bobby ran a hand through his styled hair as he entered the bar, scanning the room for a potential victim. He hadn’t fed in a week and could feel his cock pulsing within his briefs, begging to drain a stud of his muscles and manliness. He quickly took notice of Broden, a muscular jock loitering near the bar counter.
“Hey there,” Bobby called out in greeting, approaching Broden with a friendly smile. “Mind if I join you?”
Broden looked up from his drink, his eyes lighting up as he appraised the slim twink flirting with him. “Sure thing, little guy.”
Bobby slid onto the barstool next to Broden, signaling to the bartender for a drink. His delicate, manicured fingers gently brushed along Broden’s muscled thigh through his blue jeans. “So, what brings you here tonight?”
Broden chuckled, taking a swig from his beer bottle. “Just looking for some company to kill a couple of hours. You?”
“Same,” Bobby replied, leaning in and whispering in Broden’s ear, “How about you show me your apartment?”
Broden smirked, nodding in agreement. “Sure thing, cutie.”
Bobby slid his hand into Broden’s and lead him out of the bar, leaving their half finished drinks behind. Bobby could feel Broden’s eyes fixed on his tight round ass and purposely wiggled his hips so it bounced with every step. Bobby wanted to feast on this jock and drain his masculinity right there in front of the entire bar, barely able to control his urges.
Luckily for Bobby, Broden only lived a few blocks away from the bar. The men walked through the cool autumn night in silence, both thinking about what would happen once they made it back to Broden’s apartment.
Once inside, Broden slammed the door shut behind them before he pushed Bobby against the wall, his hands roaming all over Bobby’s slender frame. “You sure you know what you’re getting into, little fella?”
Bobby moaned softly, wrapping his own arms around Broden’s thick waist. “Oh, I’m positive.”
Broden’s lips brushed against Bobby’s, their tongues eagerly massaging one another. Bobby’s hands slipped under Broden’s tank top, running his palm down Broden’s chiselled abs.
“Fuck, you are turning me on so much,” Broden growled, grinding his hard member against Bobby’s thigh.
Bobby gasped. “Fuck me!”
With a grunt, Broden lifted Bobby effortlessly and carried him to his bedroom. He gently lowered Bobby onto the bed, crawling beside him. “Hope you can handle a big man, baby.”
Broden tore open Bobby’s shirt, exposing his smooth, flat chest. His mouth grazed against each nipple, sucking and nibbling as Bobby writhed beneath him. Bobby’s hands roamed over Broden’s muscular back, squeezing his broad shoulders.
“Take off those pants,” Broden demanded, his voice rough with desire.
Bobby hurriedly kicked off his jeans and briefs, leaving him naked and vulnerable. Broden stood up, quickly stripping off his own clothes with a frantic fervour. His erection sprang free, long and thick, dripping with precum.
Bobby’s breath hitched as he took in the sight. “Holy shit, Broden. You’re… huge.”
Broden chuckled, positioning himself between Bobby’s spread thighs. “Ready, cutie?”
Bobby nodded, his heart pounding throughout his body. “Yes.”
Broden lined himself up, pressing the mushroom head of his cock against Bobby’s tight hole. With one swift motion, he thrust forward, burying himself balls deep.
Bobby screamed, both in pain and pleasure. “Fuck!”
Broden began to thrust his hips, pulling in and out of Bobby’s hole. “That’s it, take it like a good boy.”
Broden’s thick, meaty fingers dug into Bobby’s shoulders as he kept up his pace. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through him, pushing him closer to the edge.
“Harder,” Bobby panted, “Don’t stop.”
Broden obliged, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. His abs clenched with each pulse, his muscles rippling under his skin.
“Almost there,” Broden grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Gonna make you cum, baby boy.”
Bobby came, his body spasming as he coated his own stomach with his release. The sensation pushed Broden over the edge as well, his cock throbbing as he spilled deep inside Bobby.
Both men panted heavily, Broden gently extracting his member from Bobby. Broden collapsed on the bed beside Bobby, his eyes drifting close as he recovered from his orgasm.
Broden felt a strange tingling sensation begin to spread through his body. He looked down in confusion as he saw his abs start to smooth over, the defined ridges softening and filling out into a flat tummy. Broden’s muscles began to deflate, his thick and veiny biceps shrinking down to become lean and scrawny. Bobby’s heart continued to race as he watched the transformation unfold before his eyes.
“What the hell is happening?” Broden muttered, his voice growing soft and higher-pitched.
Bobby didn’t bother responding, too entranced by the spectacle of Broden’s changing form. Broden’s long and thick cock began to shrink down, shortening and thinning. His balls shriveled, retracting into his body. Broden’s ass ballooned out into a tight bubble butt.
Broden’s face was the last thing to change. His sharp features softened, his jawline rounding as his masculine visage gave way to a more delicate appearance. Within moments, Broden had transformed into a mirror image of Bobby himself.
“No,” Broden whispered, his voice now sounding identical to Bobby’s. “This can’t be real.”
Broden’s brain chemistry began to alter, his memories and personality changing. Instead of being the tough macho jock, he now remembered being the shy, quiet outcast throughout most of his life. His memories of topping dozens of twinks were rewritten, replaced with bottoming for various men. He lost any interest in sports or video games, now being interested in fashion, novels and cooking. Broden was completely gone, replaced with an exact clone of Bobby.
Bobby reached out and traced the chin of his clone, admiring his handiwork. Broden had changed just like the others had.