“Come on, whaddya say?” Corey asked.
He didn’t want to fight it anymore. He was sick of jumping from body to body. More than anything, he was sick of being straight. Even if it meant being some stupid laborer, he’d just be happy to be gay again. He walked back to the door and entered, Corey making way for him. The apartment was a mess, as usual, but it smelled...familiar to him. He was already reacting to it--and to Corey stripping off his wifebeater and boxers--his body beefing up, growing a fine layer of hair. He had to act quick, before he lost his gay nerve and went straight again--if he turned straight, he had a feeling Corey’s face wouldn’t be the only thing busted when he came out of it.
Corey was nervous, and it was obvious that he didn’t like the idea of taking any sort of submissive role. Thankfully, he was drunk and depressed, and Nick’s growing body gave him some extra leverage. He bent Corey over the couch, lubed up with a bit of spit, and shoved his cock in his ass. “Fuck...” Nick grunted, feeling his body changing again, and he realized something else he’d forgotten--every time he changed into the same form, it would get more extreme. It was almost enough for him to pull out and try to run, thinking of what version of this burly Nick he’d turn into this time. He could already feel his mind starting to slow down, trying to puzzle out why his cock was buried in some faggot’s ass. It was too late to go back though--he’d just have to accept what came of it, whether he liked it or not.
He lost himself in the fucking after a moment, his mind dulling. The stupidity helped keep things easy, actually--soon he no longer gave a fuck that it was a guy or not--it was at least a hole, and he pictured that big titted stripper he’d fucked a few hours earlier in that hotel room. Corey moaning beneath him kept ruining the illusion however, so he gave him a sharp smack on the ass--”Shut the hell up, I don’ wanna hear another peep, ‘r yer gonna get it, fag.”
Corey, for his part, had no idea what was happening. That lithe, lisping, fag had come in here, but now...now he was Nick? Still, he couldn’t say that he minded. He’d always wanted to be with Nick, always been turned on by him, but the big brute was terrified of fags. Hell, he could barely take the two of them living together, even without knowing Corey was in the closet. He was petrified that someone might get the wrong idea about the two of them, but now here he was, balls deep in his coworker’s ass, and Corey wasn’t going to complain--he just shut his mouth, and let his roommate do the dirty work.
Nick kept pounding away, his cock growing longer and thicker in Corey’s ass, his body growing even larger. He topped out at six foot four, but was mostly putting on fat--with a layer of muscle beneath. He had to pause for a moment in order to heft his sagging gut up and rest it on the small of Corey’s back, before he resumed the fuck, his tongue running their way over his crooked, rotting teeth and chapped lips, his beard growing in thicker than before, reaching down to his low hanging moobs. Hair coated his entire body, thick forests in his pits and surrounding his cock--he raised an arm, taking a deep sniff...and was surprised by how sexy he found it. He’d always...preferred the stink of a wet pussy, but suddenly his own musk was making him horny.
He was already leaking precum into Corey’s ass, his old self--and his straightness--syphoning away bit by bit. Before too long, he had no objection at all to fucking Corey’s ass--and he finally found himself at the cusp of shooting--he buried his cock in deep and shot his huge load, feeling his old self diminish and disappear...leaving close to nothing in his mind at all. A desire to fuck. A gluttonous hunger. And...love. Love for Corey. He pulled his boyfriend closer to him, listening to the muscular brute moan. One of their co-workers had decided Corey was a fag today and socked him in the face--but Nick had sorted him out right quick. Nobody hurt his man--nobody.
He pulled out with a grunt, letting his last bit of cum dribble onto the nasty carpet, and then flipped Corey over and started sucking on his cock. Sure, their life wasn’t perfect. Neither of them was very smart--hell, Nick could barely hold a thought in his head--they were poor, their apartment was a mess, and they were still in the closet as far as the world knew, but they had each other, right? He slurped down Corey’s cum, with a stupid grin--any memory of his old life forgotten, and his new one just beginning.