I decided to tell Phillip about my gift. I just wondered if he would believe me. I could probably make him, but I wanted to really talk to him
without reality adjusting every five seconds. I excused myself to the bathroom, giving Phillip's hand a squeeze.
I needed to see if I spoke to myself, would my gift work? Closing the door behind me, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
"My name is Brad," I said to my reflection, starting with something small. I really didn't notice anything change. I pulled out my wallet. Sure
enough, my driver's license said that my name was Brad. I suddenly "remembered" having memories of always being called Brad.
"Ok," I said to myself. Try for something physical. "I have a second mouth that is my belly button." That's when I felt something weird
happen. It felt like someone was stretching my belly button sideways and pushing it deeper into my body. The sensation stopped, and all I
did was stand there, not doing anything. I slowly lifted up my shirt and looked in the mirror since my pecs were preventing me from seeing
anything other than my toes when I looked straight down.
I nearly gasped as I saw a pair of lips in place of my belly button. I thought about smiling with it, and sure enough, the lips parted into a
smile with perfectly white teeth. My abs made dimples on both sides of my new mouth. I stuck out my new tongue out as well. That got me
thinking.
"My cock is a foot long soft," I said. I groaned as my very-not-soft cock lengthened down my leg. I quickly pulled it out. It must have been
at least 15 inches. My lower tongue licked my lower lips in anticipation. I lifted my cock up and used my new tongue to give it a quick lick.
The pleasure I felt was out of this world. My knees nearly buckled. I could taste my cock, and it tasted good. But I came in here for one
purpose.
"From this point on, I can mentally choose when I want what I say can change reality," I said to my reflection. Nothing felt different. "I have
a pig's snout, I added, not at all wanting that to come true. Nothing changed. My nose didn't twitch or turn up. It felt like normal. I can
finally control it now.
I put my cock away and put down my shirt. Just before I walked out of the bathroom, I said to my reflection, "From this point on, Phillip will
remember any changes I make to reality." I walked out and smiled at Phillip, my cock twitching a little at the sight.
"Hey you," I said, making quick strides and nearly falling into his strong arms.
"Hey Brad," he said, kissing me on the cheek.
"There's something I need to tell you," I began to say but be interrupted.
"I need to tell you something as well," he said, getting a little nervous. "It can't wait."
"I'm glad you can wait," I said, wanting it. He no longer appeared nervous and looked at me expectedly. So I continued. "I have this unique
gift, you see. I can, uh, change anything just by saying it." Phillip gave a slight chuckle. He must think I'm joking. "I'm serious. But not only
that, reality changes along with it so nobody notices anything different."
"So if you said that my roommate is part chicken, it would come true?" he asked, still seeming to play along with my "joke."
"And he wouldn't even notice anything different," I finished. "I'm not joking! I'll prove it to you. Where is your roommate now?"
"He's upstairs in his room," Phillip answered, now clearly concerned that I had lost it.
"Describe him to me," I said. Phillip paused for a moment before doing as I requested. According to Phillip, his roommate's name is
Michael. Where Phillip is super muscular, Michael is not. His form of exercise is running, which makes him very skinny. He is relatively
lazy when compared to Phillip. Michael is 5'6" and weighs about 150 pounds.
"Is he single?" I asked.
"No," Phillip said. "He has a girlfriend named Janice. She's going to be coming over to see him within the next couple of minutes."
"Ok then," I said, stretching my massive arms. I felt my lower mouth stretch into a smile underneath my shirt. I closed my eyes and wanted
for the following changes to happen to Michael.
"What you said gave me some inspiration," I told Phillip. "Michael is part chicken. He doesn't have any feathers or any external body parts
that would suggest he part chicken. His belly is very large, almost the size of a beach ball. He is capable of laying decently sized eggs, but
only when he is aroused. The ways to get him aroused is to either stroke his dick or caress his belly. He is often nicknamed 'Hen' by his
boyfriend, Jason, who happens to be part rooster.
"Like Michael, Jason does not have any external body parts that would suggest that he isn't completely human. His dick is massive when
compared to Michael's. He crows like a rooster when he orgasms." I finished and looked at Phillip. He was visibly worried that the love of
his life had completely lost his mind.
"You don't believe me, do you?" I asked.
"What you said is completely impossible!" he exclaimed. "I want to believe that you have this power but-"
"Then you'll have to see for yourself!" I told him. "Only the two of us will notice any differences. No one else will." I then heard footsteps
coming from the stairs. "Here's your chance." Michael came into the room, and Phillip's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
Michael wasn't wearing a shirt. How could he though? His stomach stuck out a good two feet from the rest of his body. The skin wasn't
flabby but just short of being taut.
"Hey, who's your friend?" he asked, gesturing to me. Phillip grabbed my hand and smiled at me affectionately, although still a little
bewildered at his now rotund roommate.
"This is Brad," he answered, "my new boyfriend." Michael's eyebrows shot up so high, they seemed to disappear in his red bangs.
"Boyfriend?!?" he repeated, clearly in shock. "I thought you were going to ask out that hot blond chick at the front desk of the gym. Was
she that bad that you've given up women completely?" Now it was my turn for my eyebrows to rise into my bangs. I looked at Phillip. He
smiled sheepishly and shrugged his massive shoulders, completely out of words to say.
I looked to Michael and said only one word, "Nate." Michael started beaming, and almost started laughing.
"I TOLD you, Phillip," he said proudly. "Nate is a real Cupid out there. Once he matches you with another guy, you can just forget about
everything else. Nate was the one who matched me and my boyfriend, Jason, together. I don't know how he knew."
"Knew what?" I asked curiously.
"Both my parents and Jason's parents are brilliant genetic scientists," Michael explained. "For some weird reason, they felt that it was okay
to add animal DNA to their children. I got a hen's DNA, and James got DNA from the rooster in the same coop. It was like we were
destined to be together. You should see my older brother though. He got DNA from a golden retriever bitch."
I then asked if being part animal ever got annoying, to which Michael replied with a shrug, "Not really. Our animal sides don't really come
out until spring, when all of the animals start getting frisky. I stop laying eggs around the middle of May, and my stomach shrinks down to
a normal size. Jason's hair turns red and becomes very soft like feathers during the spring. We can barely concentrate on anything other
than having sex. Just looking at each other in a certain way can get us going. Heh, my brother goes into heat and acts a little more canine
than the rest of us. He emits pheromones that attract humans and dogs. I can't even count the number of puppies and half-canine, half-
humans he's given birth to."
"Have any chicks hatched from your eggs?" I asked, my interest rising with every passing second.
"No," he answered, a little crestfallen. "I can't. Jason has to be rooster before I swell up like this, which hasn't been the case yet."
I couldn't believe it. I had changed, not only Michael and his boyfriend directly, but also their parents' jobs, their siblings, and their entire
lives indirectly.
"I almost wish you could make me part animal," Phillip whispered to me. I raised my eyebrows. "I said almost. I don't actually want to
become part animal."
"I could change that," I whispered back, knowing all to well my eyes glinted with mischief. But Phillip looked at me sternly so I dropped it.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Michael stood up quickly despite his massive belly.
"That'd be Jason," he said, heading to the door. "I'll see you two lovebirds later." The door then opened and shut.
"I think those two are literal lovebirds," I stated with a chuckle before looking back up at Phillip. "Now do you believe me?"
"I guess so," he replied.
"You GUESS so?" I repeated. "Fine. You have a second mouth instead of a belly button."
Phillip groaned and pulled up his shirt. I knew what he was feeling and took my shirt off. His eyes sparkled when he saw my second
mouth. I leaned up and kissed him with both of my mouths.
After a minute, I pulled back and asked, "Wasn't there something you wanted to tell me?"
Nodding, Phillip said...