Lance was hot. Too hot for his own good, and he knew it. He would
finagle freebees from waitresses and waiters. He managed to convince
professors to raise his grades. He flirted with everyone to get what
he wanted, or get out of what he didn't want.
He had been working on the RA to get rid of his room mate, so he could
have a private room. He probably would've been able to live at any
frat on campus, but his scholarship came with a specific dorm room &
board voucher, so he was stuck in the dorm. At least his nerd room
mate was of use for the science classes Lance had to take between his
gym classes. He was majoring in being a hunk. If he didn't make the
pros, he didn't really care, his long-term goals were modeling and
being a movie star (he really thought acting was overrated - it was
all about looking good).
"Say, Lance, I couldn't help noticing your tan lines?" Steve said.
Lance was naked and drying off in the middle of the room, as if he
owned the place. He turned his head with a surprised expression. It
was as if he hadn't noticed Steve until he spoke. His surprise quickly
turned to annoyance, as he replied, "So?"
"Would you like to have an even tan all over? In my science class, I
developed a chemical tan that is perfect every time. No tanlines
guaranteed. You want to try it?"
"I don't know those bronzers usually look too brown or orange. And
they often streak. I'd rather not be your first guinea pig, uh," he
paused and looked around the room. Steve could see him stop on an
envelope on Steve's bulletin board, and then he added, "Steve."
How does a guy forget his room mate's name?
Steve bit his lip. He was prepared for this - well, not for Lance
forgetting his name, but for Lance being resistant. He turned to his
friend that was sitting with him at his desk studying with him.
He tapped his shoulder and said, "Derek, would you mind taking off
your clothes and showing Lance your perfect tan?"
Derek stood and shrugged. He pulled off his t-shirt and stepped out
of his cargo shorts. Lance seemed impressed. Not by Derek, but by the
nice even natural looking tan that Derek had all over without tan
lines.
"Okay, I'll give your tan treatment a shot, but if it doesn't work as
advertised, you'll be sorry."
"Great, Lance, first we need you to get into this barrel."
Derek and Steve rolled a 20 gallon barrel with the top removed out
from behind Steve's desk. They uprighted it next to Lance, and Derek
asked, "You need help getting in, Lance?"
"No, I can do it myself. You're sure this will work?" Lance said
climbing into the barrel.
"Now give me your towel, and drink this," Steve said handing Lance a
test tube of clear liquid.
"What's this for? I thought this is a paint on tan?"
"That's the catalytic agent. You only tan when the spray reacts with
the solution in your body. That's why it ends up uniform all over,
the solution is evenly distributed across your skin, and it's not the
evenness of the spraying that counts."
"Oh? That makes sense," he said swallowing the entire contents of the
test tube. He smacked his lips with a distasteful expression, "You
need to work on the taste though. It's worse than vinegar."
"That's okay, you only have to drink it once," Steve said cheerily, as
he handed Derek a spray bottle, "Now close your eyes, Lance."
He sprayed Lance in the face, and then down his front. Derek was
spraying his back.
"Now raise your arms!"
They each sprayed one side. Then told him to spread his legs and butt
cheeks. Then to lift his cock and balls, and to keep his eyes closed.
"Why are you spraying my hair?" Lance asked.
Steve's response was to spray into Lance's open mouth, and say, "You
don't want white scalp showing through do you?"
Lance sputtered and opened his eyes. He saw his body was bright
orange, and he felt really weak suddenly.
"What did you guys do? This doesn't t look anything like Derek's tan.
I look hideous. Get this off me? I think I must be allergic, I feel
so -oh,oh," Lance grabbed his stomach. He looked like he would vomit.
Instead he just collapsed into the barrel with a splash. He had
completely liquified.
"I don't know if you can still understand or not, Lance, and I really
don't care. But if you do understand, I spent the last 4 months
working on this perfect tan, and neither Steve nor I said I got it
from his technique. Heh, heh," laughed Derek kicking the drum of
orange liquid.
"Now we let our solution set for a bit. Hand me the drum lid, Derek,"
Steve said.
"Now what do we do when it's ready? Drink him?"
"No, the bottled hunk solution is strictly topical. We put it on our
skin, under no circumstances should you ever drink him- it."
"Now will it make me look exactly like him or does it just give me
some of his traits?"
"Well, theoretically, the strength of the dosage will determine how
much you look like him or how long the transformation lasts or maybe
both. Hey, it's experimental. We'll find out soon enough."