Honestly glad to be posting again. As I said before, I’ve had a few issues that have set me back with writing, and this story is a monster (longest one of I’ve written) of one that I hope you’ll love. I will try and get back on track with some shorter ones, and if I can set up a discord sometime soon.
Now this story is long af so I’m gonna post the tags for it here as well, just so you know what you getting into.
I hope your all getting through quarantine
(tags: nerd to jock, Gay to straight, dumber, race change, homophobe tf, gender tf, breeder tf)
“So that should be everything bro. If you need anything else gimme a call, but I’ll be back on Sunday,” Chris finished.
“Yeah sure, well, have a good weekend,” replied Jerry
“Thanks, bro, you too,” Chris finished, before heading out the door and jumping in his mate’s car, which then sped off.
Jerry had been asked by Chris to house sit for the weekend. The two knew each other from college as friends of friends. Chris was a stereotypical Latino jock, he worked out daily, partied at the weekend and was pretty dumb. Chris was well built, with beautiful golden brown skin. He had black spiky hair and spoke in short sentences or Spanish occasionally.
Jerry was pretty average, he 5'6 in height, he was quite skinny, but nothing abnormal, he wasn’t ugly and he always wore smart button-up shirts. During the day he would study for his computer science course at college, and at night he would play league like a pro.
Jerry was reluctant at first, but he needed some peace to study and some extra money over the weekend. While Chris was off to his bro’s summer house to party. Jerry wanted to keep Chris away, he didn’t see eye to eye with him on many things and he annoyed him. Chris was an idiot to Jerry, who had annoying habits, talking of conquests and his recent workouts. But not only that, he was confounded at his dumb decisions. At one weekend party, Chris had unexpectedly got four girls pregnant and ended up with multiple kids. That wasn’t the worst to Jerry though, it was the excuse afterwards. Due to his catholic upbringing, he had been led to believe that lots of kids was gods will, couple this with his desire to spread his genes and Chris ended up being a bit of a breeder.
Even though he talked about his faith, he didn’t practice it. He never went to mass or even spoke to a priest, he only used to justify his fuckboy behaviour and homophobia, which also put off Jerry. Chris, however, didn’t know about Jerry’s sexuality, as if he knew he probably wouldn’t have asked him to house sit.
Jerry moved into the sitting room, where he was assaulted by a vicious musky smell. The room was littered with rubbish and dirty piles of clothes.
“Ugh, how does he live like this?” Jerry complained as he tiptoed around a pile of rubbish. Jerry hated dirt or uncleanliness, he always had to be clean and smart, otherwise, he felt disgusted.
Jerry cleaned up a small portion of the mess in the room before sitting down and setting up his laptop. However, as he did this, he felt uncomfortable, as if there was some invisible creature watching him from the shadows. Jerry sat down for the night and played for a bit, but between each game, he looked around the room. He felt uneasy, he felt as if something else were with him. He believed he heard movement behind the couch, or in the piles of dirty clothes.
The clock struck 11 pm and Jerry realised it was late, he powered down his laptop and got ready for bed. Just as he got up there was more rustling from the corner. He looked over and edged closer to investigate. Then out of nowhere, four metal arms sprung out the piles of rubbish and the ceiling. The quickly grabbed Jerry’s limbs and pushed him back onto the couch, where he struggled.
“What the fuck is this?” he yelled as he fought with the robotic arms that held him. Two smaller arms hung down from the ceiling, instead of cold robotics hands though, they had smaller earpieces. The one on the left shot straight to his ear and attached itself to him, while the other tried to get a lock. Jerry thrashed his head back and forth, trying to stop the second earpiece attaching itself to him. The four arms holding his limbs suddenly charged up and tased jerry on the spot, the second earpiece then dashed onto Jerry’s right ear.
They made a faint white noise at first, but that moderately got louder and louder, making Jerry get sleepier the louder it got. He tried to widen his eyes to stay awake, but it was no use. He fell asleep within five minutes. Though just before he slept, he heard Chris’s voice say something.
“Ughhh… 7 am wake up, time to get on with protein shake and then…” Chris’s voice spoke. Jerry fell asleep after hearing this.
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After he fell asleep he had the weirdest dream. He woke up in Chris’s bed and got up as if Chris would. It felt as if he was Chris, but he looked at himself in the mirror and it was still him. He looked around to for something to get dressed into. He looked in his draws and saw two very different outfits. On the Left was his usual button-up shirt with smart trousers and shoes. While on the right was a dirty white vest with black lycra shorts. It should be an easy choice, the smarter clothing would be his. But his body acted differently, instead, it went for the dirty gym outfit.
‘Eh, who cares, it’s just a dream’ thought Jerry, who immediately put on the clothes. He felt disgusted as he popped on the sweaty clothing.
His body then continued uncontrollably. It went downstairs into the kitchen and decided to make him a protein shake and some protein cereal for breakfast. Again they were things Jerry wouldn’t ever do, but in this dream, he did them as if he knew what to do. He ate the cereal, not expecting to taste anything. But he was surprised at how realistic the feeling was like he was there eating the cereal awake. He finished the bowl up quickly, as he surprisingly found himself enjoying it. He enjoyed it so much he had three more bowls. Once he finished the last mouthful, he felt weird. He looked down to see he had put on plenty of weight. His belly bulged out slightly, and his arms and legs had gotten thicker with fat. It was an odd feeling, but he continued with the dream. He made up his protein shake and downed it. He tried these once before and hated it, it had some mushy texture and the flavour was bland. This time, however, it felt the same, but it was as if his taste buds had changed to like it.
He plopped on the cap, which made him feel fuzzy in the head and strode out the door to the gym. He didn’t have a membership, but Chris left him his, in case he wanted to use it. Naturally, Jerry wouldn’t go as he didn’t care about working out, he only aspired to be smarter.
Jerry’s dream continued and he was now jogging to the gym. He had no idea of when this dream was supposed to end.
Jerry arrived at the gym. It was weird being in such a different environment, the smell, the people and atmosphere was all foreign to him.
“Heya new guy,” came a cheery voice from the front desk. They were signalling for Jerry to come over, which he did. Jerry felt slightly intimidated by this big jock talking to him. He wanted to let out the usual voice he used when scared or threatened. Instead, the dream had other plans.
“Hey, bro WhatsUp,” Jerry said in a far more masculine tone.
“Not much today bro, names Riley. Heard your house sitting for Chris for the weekend. Chris is my bro and said if you need any help, today bro, just give us a shout,” He continued. Naturally, Jerry should ask him for all the help he could offer, but the dream had different idea’s.
“Thanks, bro, names Jerry. I might need a spot for some bench pressing, but I should be good for the rest,” Jerry continued.
“Sick bro, tell me when ya need it”
Jerry promptly got settled in and began a workout. He had no idea what he was doing, except that he was going to be using his arms. He added 50kg to either side of the bench press bar and began to lift. Riley stood behind him and spotted for him. Jerry began lifting and as he did his arms felt pain, as if he was doing it in real life, but it was a dream wasn’t it? Jerry wanted to stop this dream and wake up, but he couldn’t. He kept watching himself lift more and more, feeling more pain flood down his arms and into his pecs which were drastically changing.
As he pumped his arms they began contracting, the fat was turning to muscle. His pecs rounded out into boulder-like shapes. When he moved on to the next exercise, it continued. His triceps and biceps exploded, a neat six-pack popped out of his abdominals, thighs thickened and calves erupted with muscle. By the time his session was over Jerry was reeling in pain, but his body felt good. Jerry went to get washed, before getting his things and heading home.
Jerry still felt confused by the dream, why was he thinking this and why was it so long? He had an idea that maybe it was him pretending to be Chris since he found him so attractive. Jerry walked back up the bedroom and lay down on the bed to take a rest, first though he took a look in the mirror. He saw his body was as muscular and big as Chris’s, which turned him on. He began smirking and uncontrollably flexing, thinking about how swole he was. Jerry was turned on by what he saw, thinking about what it would be like to be a jock like Chris.
He remembered though, that this was all still a dream and not real. Jerry wondered when this dream would end, as he became uncomfortable with how attracted he was to being dumb gymbro he was. He heard a faint noise, like a robotic voice, as his body flexed and he smirked in the mirror again. Suddenly the same arms that attacked him before fell from the ceiling.
They grabbed him and pulled him to the bed, Jerry prepared himself to resist, but his body decided otherwise. It chose to obey the arms and do as they said, laying there willingly. He watched in fear as the same arms with the earpieces appeared again, and one additional one, which terrified him. The new one had a needle and canister filled with a weird green liquid which he had no idea as to what it was. The earpieces sucked on to his ears nicely and played the same white noise again. The needle, however, made its way to his neck, scanning away to find its mark. Jerry was filled with fear not knowing what would happen.
The needle shot into his neck in an instant. Jerry was filled with pain and unease, but there was a slight hope as he realised his eyes were closing and he would wake up from this odd dream. His blinked rapidly before he woke. The pain in his neck, the white noise in his ears, the cold metal feel of the arms on his limbs left him.
Jerry very slowly opened his eyes and woke up. He was in the bedroom, lying on the bed just like in the dream. His heart rate hastened. Had the dream been real, or not. His body suddenly began feeling again. His chest felt wet and hot, as did his crotch and thighs. He got up and looked down over his body. He was shocked at what he saw. He was still wearing Chris’s clothes and his body was ripped, just like in the dream.
“What the fuck!” he yelled as he began panicking. The dream had been real. His mind was racing trying to put things together, but it tried to do too many things at once. The light in his room was disappearing, he turned to see the sun setting. He had somehow been asleep for the last six hours.
He calmed down as he tried to formulate a plan in his head. His head was thinking slower than usual though. As he thought up a plan though, his eyes darted to the mirror again. He couldn’t help but feel how good it was to be swole like Chris. His dick was getting hard to the thought of how many guys he could bang on a night out on Friday if he tried.
'No, this is wrong’ he thought, realising the casual horny thoughts of Chris were invading his mind. He tried to take his eyes off his hot body, but it was as if they were glued to it. His cock began spurting out precum as it got harder to the thought of how easy it would be for him to bang any of his old crushes.
He couldn’t take it anymore, he wasn’t this. He was an A grade student currently studying Computer Science, he was far too smart to become such simpleton. He began panicking and began to pace around the room, trying to think up a plan for escape. First part though, he needed a space to hide. He knew the arms were around him in the bedroom and in the main room downstairs. Maybe there were blind spots in the house where he could hide from the arms, he looked about for somewhere to hide.
It clicked in an instant, there was a small storage room at the end of the hall outside the bedroom. Jerry got himself together and walked out of the room, trying to look as natural and unsuspecting as he could.
He entered the hallway and looked down the end at the small storage room. The door to the room wasn’t completely covered as it had little slits that gave a small look into and outside of it. It would have to do though, he couldn’t think of anywhere else to go.
He looked about and promptly got in the storage room. The room was hot and filled with wet clothes. Obviously, a room where Chris dried his clothes, which was odd as Jerry couldn’t believe Chris could actually wash his stuff.
Jerry got settled and tried to think. It was a tough battle to think though, on one hand, the heat in the storage area and whatever had happened to him reduced his thought process down quite a bit. And on top of this, it was becoming more challenging to fight off the invasive ideas and horny thoughts of Chris.
His temptation to just leave it and go jerk himself to some porn was incredibly hard to put off, even with all his fear of the arms coming back.
He thought about making it for the front door or a window, but he didn’t know if he would make it or worse be brought back into one of those 'dreams’. Maybe there was a control panel to shut this thing off, but he didn’t know where it could be. Worse it would presumably be protected by the arms, who would get him again.
He thought hard about what he could do but it was helpless. He was trapped in the house, being turned into one of Chris’s dumb jocks. Then he had it, well his jockier side did. Why not just text one of his bro’s to come over and help sort it out. Chris would be too far, but his mate Elliot was nearby and he was smart. He would be able to help. Jerry held his breath and kept his head down, writing his very small but intense message to his friend. He blew a sigh of relief as he saw the message be sent. There wasn’t a response for several minutes and in this time the arms grew confused as to where Jerry had gone. The hall outside had a set of tiny red lasers that gradually went up and down, scanning for Jerry.
His friend responded but said he was busy, he would come over the next day. Jerry was frustrated, he went to send another message, pleading for his friend to come over right now. But as he did a laser shone through a slit, it instantly scanned him and a loud alarm went off. Jerry was in shock, he immediately jumped out and made for the stairs. He jumped down the stairs and turned to the door. He heard the arms behind him dropping down, fear of what they might do to him next filled him.
He tried to open the door but it was locked. He went to undo the latch, but it was fixed for some reason. Probably a defence to keep him locked in. He felt a cold hand grasp his right leg and then his left leg after. He took a breath in as he knew something else was about to change.
The arms pulled him to the floor and dragged him back to the couch in the main room. He was swiftly turned over as the other arms two grabbed his arms and spread them out. His limbs were being pulled out to their limit.
The fifth arm then came, but this time it was different. Instead of having two earpieces, it had a mouth ventilator. The arm sucked onto his mouth, covering his chin, cheeks and nose. Two small tubes then slithered up his nose and began to tickle his brain. All Jerry could feel was a pleasurable tickling sensation across his head. The sensation took him out of his fear, making him unfocused as it began its process. Jerry’s computer science knowledge was sucked out his brains and down the metal tubes. Then it moved onto other information. His high school straight A’s were reduced to C-s, just barely enough to pass. As he lost his knowledge, the thoughts and mannerisms of his jock side began taking over. He tried to resist but gym routines, workout goals and a new vocabulary forced their way in. Life was being twisted into something it wasn’t. His friends and family were fading from his mind, being replaced by workout buddies and Chris. In fact, his mind was starting to centre around Chris, almost as if it was becoming like him. Jerry tried to resist more and more but the dumb gymbro was too strong. Eventually, he forgot his own name. Instead, he called himself Chris, Believing that everything that was Chris’s was his and forgetting that the actual Chris was still out there and returning tomorrow.
Jerry’s last thoughts were of tomorrow and his plans, he remembered his friend was coming over tomorrow, but couldn’t remember who, only that they were a total dweeb. His eyes eventually succumbed and slept again.
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Jerry woke up on the couch to loud banging on his door. He took a while to get up, but once he did he got changed into whatever he could find around him. He popped on a tight black shirt and black lycra shorts like usual, before screwing on a green cap backwards. He went up to the door and opened it. Before him, was a scrawny dweeb, his skin was rosy red, hair was brown and slicked back, he wore black jeans and a large hoodie.
Jerry stood there trying to think who this guy was until he remembered. This was the guy who was over… for some reason. He knew that he was an old friend, since the changes, maybe he was here to help with something related.
“Sup Brah,” said Jerry casually, he felt slight disgust at saying it. Jerry was still inside his head tortured by his loss of memory and knowledge, he only knew everything was wrong.
“What the fuck happened to you, Jerry?!” said the dweeb.
'Jerry? Who the fuck is that? I’m Chris, aren’t I?’ questioned Jerry as he began to question the conditioning the arms had drilled into his mind.
“You coming in or what,”
“Yeah, sure,” Elliot replied entering hastily.
The two went into the main room. Jerry sat down and put his arms around the back of his head as he put on the TV, while Elliot stood there examining him. He couldn’t believe how his friend had changed so much. Jerry, however, was struggling to understand what was wrong. He knew and believed he was Chris, but also felt that something was off like he wasn’t always this way.
“What the fuck? I still don’t know how this could have happened? like what triggered this Jerry?” Elliot inquired
“Huh, the fuck is Jerry bro?”
“You’re Jerry,”
“Fuck that bro, I’m Chris. Always have been,” Jerry’s body replied confidently as if it were on autopilot. His mind was still confused and questioning itself.
“No, your Jerry… What the fuck has Chris done to you? Look here, this is you,” Elliot held up his phone and showed him a picture of himself before he had been turned. Jerry was intrigued but he didn’t get much from it. His friend could be right, but he had no memory of before. He shrugged and went back to watching football, one of his new interests.
Elliot was absolutely confounded, what could have happened to his friend. He was about to open a video and try to talk more of who he used to be, but at that moment, there was a small cloud of perfume that descended from the ceiling. Elliot breathed up all the perfume, it was pleasant, a break from the odour of sweat. However, as he finished inhaling the perfume, he felt a burning sensation in his dick. He suddenly became incredibly desperate for a piss.
“Hey… Jer… Chris where’s your toilet, I need it bad. I’ll come back down and show you more stuff after,”
“Up the stairs, then into my bedroom on the first door on the right, You’ll see the door to it on the side,” Jerry replied. Elliot ran up the stairs in a hurry.
Jerry sat on the couch staring at the football players run around the field, while in his mind he was struggling with his identity. Was he Chris? or was he Jerry? Something was off about him since the previous night. Perhaps he was Jerry and had turned into Chris somehow. Either way, he couldn’t find out now, better wait for, whoever that other guy was. He had a more pressing matter now, his dick was at fall mast and he was totally horny. A quick jerk now, before that dweeb got back. He took down his shorts and underwear, grabbed his raging cock and began to pump it hard.
He pumped and pumped, but before he was gonna cum, he heard a noise above him. He stopped for a second and listened. He was again grabbed by the mechanical arms.
“What the fuck?!” he yelled. His mind was racing, but then it became clear. He had been Jerry, this is what must’ve changed him. Jerry struggled in the metal arms, but they were too strong, and yet again held him in place. The mouth ventilator returned again and sucked itself on to his mouth, muffling his pleading. Another arm came down, this one was different as well though. It had a large jock cup-like base, but it was fitted with a long tube that had a smaller sack further down. Jerry didn’t know what it was or for. He found out soon though as it casually moved towards his crotch before it went over it. His erect dick fit in the tube perfectly.
'I’m not Chris, I’m Jerry, Have to remember who Jerry is’ Jerry repeated in his head, hoping it would help in resisting whatever was about happen.
His dick became unerect and began shrinking back down a little. The TV then switched channel. He saw on this new channel some fit bimbo laying on a bed, completely naked and looking directly at him through the screen. Jerry would never find this interesting in any way, even since being jocked. But the machines had other idea’s, the contraption on his dick began to forcibly jerk him. It started to massage it gently but sped up as the female on the bed began to do more. She rubbed her thighs up and down, he then felt a prick in his crotch and his dick felt tingly.
Suddenly there was a noise on the mouth ventilator and mist started going up into his head. His dick felt good as he got jerked harder and faster. He tried to resist though.
'Remember, I’m Jerry, not Chris. Jerry, Jerry… fuck she’s bouncing her big titties… No stop!’ Jerry resisted as Chris’s horny straight boy thoughts began taking over.
'Fuck this device is jerking me, need to get it off… need to sav… myse… oh shit whose this stud with a big dick… damn he gonna bang her brains out.’ he continued as his new horny thoughts were getting into the porn more.
His dick was now at fall mast, his mind was entering a blissful state. The tubes pumped new memories and thoughts into his head, ones that belonged to Chris. With each jerk now, a trace of Jerry disappeared, while Chris became more prevalent.
While his mind succumbed to Chris’s new thoughts and desires, the machine got on with its work. The main tube going into his mouth began to pump some weird red paste into his body. His body began radiating heat, as his skin began to tan. The flow of paste got more intense and the skin continued to change, shifting to a browner tone. He looked just like his Latino twin now, only a few more things remained and he would be just like Chris.
His dick kept pumping and Jerry was loving every moment now. His old thoughts had been overwhelmed by Chris’s simple-minded jock bro thoughts. His homosexuality had been consumed by a new lustful, but secure heterosexuality, no part of him enjoyed or would even consider being gay. In fact, he was growing a strong set of homophobic views, believing effeminate gay men were weak and pathetic. He began to loathe dweebs, fags and any male he thought was weak. In addition to this gay sex became more repulsive and straight sex became hotter.
Jerry was about to explode into the machine milking him, but before he did, he was given one last desire. This desire was one of Chris’s more unknown desires. Chris loved to fuck a tight pussy, but he also loved to knock up the chick with his Latino seed. He wanted to knock up as many chicks as he could. He didn’t know why it just felt good to put spread his genes as much as he could, like a primal desire.
Jerry was pretty much a clone of Chris, his looks and appearance were identical. The process was coming to an end though now, his dick was ready to explode and release the remnants of Jerry. The arm on his mouth released and went back up into the ceiling.
“Fuck yeah! This is hot as fuck! gonna cum… those titties….” he moaned as he came. The machine sucked out all the cum, sending it away. Chris’s balls then began producing new Latino jock cum, for superior baby-making.
The TV then turned blank and the arms, including the one on his dick, disappeared back into the ceiling. But before he went back to normal he felt a necklace be placed over his head. It fell on his shoulders and weighed him down. He took the cross pendant and looked at it for a second. He was suddenly filled with a feeling of confidence and goodness. Traditional Catholic views filled his head, reinforcing and legitimising his current desire to breed while creating political and social views. The feeling faded as he felt the last of these views be absorbed. He sat back relaxed and put the football back on.
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At the same time…
Elliot ran up the stairs and slid down to Chris’s bedroom. He burst into the room and quickly scanned for the bathroom door. When he saw it he shot over to it. The pain in his groin wasn’t getting any better, he needed to sit down and release.
Elliot ripped off his trousers and plopped his backside on the dirty toilet seat. He desperately wanted to pee, but his cock wouldn’t do it. He could feel the pain still, the burning need to pee, but it was as if it was a kind of trick, pretending to be there.
All of a sudden, the same arms that had been turning Jerry, slithered around the corner of the doorway into the bathroom. Elliot saw them, there were four, two arms to restrain him, a ventilator for his mouth and a jock cup. Elliot tried to get up and run, but his butt was stuck to the seat.
“What the fuck?” he yelled, the fear in his voice rose as the arms got closer to him.
“Wait… no no no no…plea…” he pleaded to the arms before they darted at him. The ventilator was the first to hit him, muffling his screams and screams for help. He tried to yank it off with his hands, but two arms restrained them holding them out. The last one sucked on to his crotch, cupping his dick and balls.
The mouth ventilator began its work by sucking out his brains, before pumping some weird, clear gel into his body. He felt a sting on his wrists as the arms holding them injected him more weird substances into him. Finally, the jock cup activated. It began spraying something over the crotch, numbing the pain until he couldn’t feel anything. Elliot was distressed at what was happening. Was he about to turn into Chris as well or something else?
He felt his body begin to change, becoming leaner and more tender. His arms melted away fat, turning into muscle but not growing in size, instead, his arms shrunk down. The same happened with his legs and chest. He was becoming smaller. His height gently moved down from a tall 6'1 to 5'7. His body became thinner and feminine. His nails grew out slightly, turning into that of a women’s nails. His slicked-back greasy hair began growing out all over, getting longer and turning dark brown.
His mind was forcibly sucked out, losing everything. So far he had lost all his college memory and high school memory. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening. The machine eventually stopped sucking out his brains, all he was left with was where he was and very little about himself. The two arms holding his wrists and ventilator on his mouth retracted leaving him, but not before ripping off his hoody and shirt underneath, leaving him fully exposed.
Elliot looked down over his body and gasped in shock. Where his old man tits were, were a pair of massive female tits, his chest and body was hairless. His dick had gone and a tight pussy had taken its place. He tried to scream, but his voice was turning on, and now it sounded more feminine. His hair was still growing, it grew just past his shoulders before stopping.
He ran out and started looking at the ceiling, hoping the arms would come and change him back.
“PLEASE COME BACK! CHANGE ME BACK PLEASE,” she screamed, pleading to be turned back, but she couldn’t remember what she was before.
She stopped after while realising she was stuck like this for good. She turned slowly, but in the doorway was Chris.
“Oh hey, Chris… I didn’t know if you were in,” she said slowly trying to remember who he was. Chris didn’t say anything, he just walked towards her, feeling as his dick got harder at the sight of her naked body. Then she began to remember bits about Jerry being turned into Chris.
“Wait, no Chris I know what your thinking, but I’m not a girl… I got changed just like you, you were just a dumb gay bro before, but now…,” she paused. She cried inside knowing that he had probably been turned again, this time into a straight stud.
Chris, however, didn’t see any pleading from her, instead, he saw her act flirtatiously, playing with her parts and tits. He moved closer, cornering onto the bed. His hand moved down to his shorts pulling them down until they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them, his hard cock was now pointing at the girl who was sitting on the bed. Elliot continued to plead but had no success as Chris didn’t see it. Chris pushed her down back onto the bed and climbed on top. His dick was at its full size now and it was locked onto the tight pussy only being restrained by Chris’s speed at getting on top.
“Oh fuck no! please don’t do this Chris… I mean Jerry your Jerry,” Elliot screamed, Chris ignored it though, he only heard flirting. Chris got down and inserted his big dick into her. Elliot began to moan in pleasure as Chris gently thrust his cock into her. He then started a routine of thrusting his cock in and out. This sent waves of pleasure through her, forcing her to moan. Elliot stopped pleading let the pleasure take her, she forgot the last traces of memory she had. Chris smirked as he continued to screw her knowing he would spread his family baby sauce to her.
The sex got more intense as Chris pounded her more. It went for five minutes until…
“FUCK YESSSSSSSS!” Chris moaned unleashing his load into her and impregnating her. As the cum entered her, she had new memories and thoughts pop into her mind. She was a dumb bimbo who barely passed high school and only got by on her looks and boobs. Her only aspiration was to party and right now carry Chris’s offspring. Her name also changed to Elise. Once Chris’s load finished, she felt tired and fell asleep. Chris got up, pulled his shorts back up and went back to football downstairs.
However, after a few hours of sitting about on the couch and watching football, there was key in the door and someone came in.
“Yo, Jerry brah soz for being late and all,” came the voice from the door. Chris was confused, it sounded exactly like his. He got up to go and see who it was. His jaw dropped as he saw his doppelganger standing right in front of him.
“Jerry, Brah… what the fuck happened?” the original Chris asked
“Jerry, who the fuck is that?” replied new Chris (Jerry)
The original Chris pondered for a sec until he realised what had happened.
“Ah shit, I didn’t switch off my anti dweeb defence system. Keeps away nerds or fags, or if it has too turns them into jocks. It probably thought I was gone, and I’m the only one that can control it. So it turned you into me,” the original Chris explained.
“Huh”
The original Chris then thought about what to do. He couldn’t turn him back, but couldn’t keep him as Chris. Then he had a spark of intelligence, something rare for him.
“Uh… Computer put the subject under hypnosis for me,” He called.
Instantly a pair of arms came out of the ceiling, they had earphones again. They very quickly shot onto to Chris’s (Jerry) ears. In an instant, Chris (Jerry) went under.
“Ok so your name isn’t Chris and this isn’t your apartment… it’s ours, bro. Yeah, you’re my twin bro… uh… Sean. Yeah, your name is Sean and your my twin bro. You always look up to me as your big bro and that’s why you’re just like me bro,” Chris explained.
There was a buzz from the machine to indicate that it was finished. They disappeared back into the ceiling.
“Brah your back, been pretty boring without my big bro,” Sean said excitedly as if he had just seen his new big bro come in.
“No worries lil bro, what you been up to anyway?”
“Not much, just gym yesterday and then got some bitch cooking up a baby,”
“Hell sick brah, we gonna spread the family even further,”
“Fuck yeah bro,”
The two fist-bumped before heading back into the main area to play games.
