The two Dougs sat on a bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms in Bob's house, the door locked as they tried to figure out what was going on. The younger lay back against Matthew's broad chest, the elder man's arms encirling him as he tapped away at the screen of the MTD. "Okay. Scanning the pizza... I read 6 neural energy patterns, somehow connected to the slices. That'd be... us?" "Can you bring them into human form?" asked the other Doug, his head perched on the younger man's as he read over the top of him. "Looks like they're extremely unstable. Any change we make with this would dissapate them permanently. The only way we can save them is manual integration. Feed them to someone." "And what happens to the originals?" "I'm reading two freefloating and inactive energy signatures" "OK, that's them. So, can't we just feed the pizzas to people, use the MTD to reform our new... brothers into new identities, and create copies of their original bodies from other things to download the original's souls into?"
"No." replied Doug after a few moment's work. "Whilst we can create bodies for the expelled 'souls', we ourselves're unstable too. We can't change ourselves. Fuck! How much trouble can one moronic kid cause?! Stupid kid certainly wasn't the brightest of the bunch. 'Ooo! A pocket PC!" It's clearly not. Probably spent all his time working out and perfecting his body to pick up women or something instead of occasionally learning something." "Like you're complaining" said the older Doug, running his hand down the younger man's smooth chest and causing him to shudder with pleasure. "It's gonna be picking up men from now on. Doesn't really matter to me, anyway. There's no way in hell I'd be letting Matthew have his old life back." "Gotten fond of him, have you?" Doug replied, dropping the MTD off the side of the bed and rolling over, laying his lithe body atop the muscles of his once arch nemisis. His blue eyes twinked as he wriggled backwards until he'd positioned himself between the two strong legs. Letting his hands slowly drift down Matt's treasure trail into his briefs, all the clothing was left on the man's body, he laughed as the Doug beneath him gasped at sensations new to him. The blond ripped the straining briefs open, enjoying the strength that allowed him to do so so easily, and got wapped in the face as the long thick length of Matthew's cock sprang out. He stroked it a few times with his hands, then took as much of it as he could into his mouth, bobbing up and down and enjoying the gasps eminating from the head of the bed. He kept it up for a few minutes, until he noticed from his other self's familiar expressions that he was coming close to cumming.
Stopping his ministrations, he moved up the bed and straddled the head of Matthew's body. He'd not been wearing any clothes since he'd entered the room, and had been rock hard the entire time. His enemy's head willingly swallowed the long and slender cock he now posessed, and he drew a sharp breath as he marvelled at the extra sensitivity a foreskin afforded the tip. His hands on the back of the head beneath him, the sight of the hated Matthew beneath him, servicing him, was incredibly erotic. He pushed the head back and forth, keeping it going, until after a while - this kid seemed to have quite a bit of staying power - he felt himself approach climax. Pulling out, he toyed briefly with the idea of fucking the man who he'd so long despised, but decided that could wait. He leaned down to the older man's ear. "This guy'd be a virgin where it counts. Come on."
Rolling back, he presented himself to the man above him, then winced as he felt his tight ass be stretched. He gasped as he felt a sudden burst of pleasure reach through the pain, and soon the Doug above him was pumping in and out. It seemed he was also enjoying quite a bit of newfound stamina, and their moans were both filling the room. Finally he tensed, a combination of the pleasure from his ass and the imagery he was being subjected to, Matt's powerful body towering over his sculpted torso, and at nearly exactly the same time the both of them began to shoot. Pulling out, Doug-in-Matthew collapsed on the bed next to his counterpart.