recycled from Cinaede Furi
Damon was walking the streets late at night. He hadn’t come from a party or a club or even a bar. Instead, he was walking home from the lab, having stayed there past midnight trying to see if he could replicate his findings. He couldn’t, but he wondered if he could if he got some sleep and was more refreshed and alert the next morning. As he was walking, two men dressed in all black jumped out of an alleyway and one of them placed a chloroform gag on Damon’s face. The weak nerd was no match for the muscular goons, and soon enough, he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
When he finally woke up, he found himself in a white room, a scarily clean white room. It was like something out of a horror movie. There seemed to be no entrance to the room, which meant Damon was free to move around and do whatever he wanted. What he wanted to do was yell and cry for help. “Where the fuck am I!? Can anyone hear me!? Help, please, help!” To Damon’s surprise, someone did respond, although not in the way he was anticipating.
“Please quiet down. It will begin shortly.” The voice came over a speaker system, although Damon couldn’t see any black speakers in the room or even painted-over speakers.
“It!? What the fuck is ‘it’!?” Damon wasn’t sure if it referred to the bed that was quickly rising from the floor. There wasn’t enough space anywhere for Damon to get on the platform and escape, so he just watched as the bed became level with the floor.
“Please lay on the bed.”
“Can you tell me that the fuck is going on here!? I have rights, you know!” However, Damon knew that his best chance of getting out of here was to follow their instructions, so he made his way over to the bed and laid in it. It was actually surprisingly comfortable, that is, until the metal bonds shot out from the bed and secured him into place. He tried to wriggle around and try to escape, but he was stuck in place. He wasn’t gagged, though, so he could still scream for help. This time, it was one of the walls that slid open and revealed some glass with a scientist sitting behind it and an intercom system right next to him.
“Damon, it’s a pleasure to finally have you here in-person! We’ve been tracking you for quite some time. You’re a perfect candidate for our special program. What you might not know is that the porn industry is very small. Most people in porn are in it for just one, maybe two, videos. But studios and even sites like OnlyFans want porn stars, those in it for the long run. We specialize in transforming jocks and geeks into porn stars. All the changes that we will do to you are pre-approved by a porn star already in the biz and they pick out the changes so that you too can become a porn star!”
Damon watched out of the corner of his eye as gay porn star Topher DiMaggio walked into the room where the scientist was. The speaker was turned off, so Damon couldn’t hear what the two of them were saying. “Help! HELP!” Damon screamed, but it was no use. Neither man in there wanted him to escape, and Topher was actually going over the changes they were going to make to Damon. He finally stopped screaming for help when they started talking through the speaker again.
“Damon, the procedure is pretty much painless. You will be injected with a number of different substances that have been calibrated to create the porn star of Topher’s dreams. Topher wants a ‘brother’ or even a ‘twin,’ as those are very big in the world of porn right now. To achieve this, you will be injected with a bunch of beta-amylase-” Topher then grabbed the microphone away from the scientist.
“Yeah, it’s going to be so fuckin’ nice, yo, to have another fuckin’ alpha in the fam!”
“What!?” Damon said, still coming to terms with everything that was about to happen to him. “Please let me fuckin’ go!” he pleaded, but it was no use. The only people who could even hear him were in that small room, and Topher was allowed to push the button that would start the transformation process. Both men cackled with glee as a bunch of different arms with needles on the end protruded from the bed and pierced Damon’s skin. His muscles changed first. He had actually been clothed the entire time, but his clothes couldn’t hold up against his much bigger muscles. His biceps swelled up in size, and his pecs ballooned as well.
He had abs now, eight of them, and tree trunks for legs. His ass got nice and juicy as well while also being firm. His cock growth was next, although some might have considered it a muscle as well. Of course, since Damon was going to be turned into a porn star, he needed a porn star-sized cock. Topher actually wanted his “brother” to have a bigger cock than him, which meant Damon now had a monster 10” cock erect! His four inch flaccid cock was certainly nothing to scoff at either.
Then came the change in Damon’s skin, giving it a nice and deep and permanent tan. After that was done, there was some brain rewiring that needed to be done. Damon was actually straight, but that soon changed, as he was turned on by cocks and musk and hairy chests now, amongst other things. Damon had been able to see himself transformed physically the entire time. A mirror had been dropped down from the ceiling, and he was able to watch as his muscles grew and his clothes tore and as his skin darkened.
Since the changes now were mental, Damon couldn’t see them, and put in more effort in trying to get help, even though it was a fruitless endeavor. “Please, change me back!” he whined. “I don’t wanna be a gay porn star! I just wanna be me! Please, help me!” However, he wasn’t going to get any help, and certainly not from Topher. He had read his fair share of transformation stories before, some including him, and had always found them hot. He could have never imagined that he would be able to do this in real life.
Next up was changing Damon’s memories so that his past life as a nerd would be totally forgotten, and he would always be Damon DiMaggio, gay porn star. The final change was making Damon much more horny and dominant than he had been in the past. Damon had had a low libido before the transformation, but now he couldn’t have enough sex with other guys! He also now topped pretty much exclusively, but he would be a power bottom for the right guy. He had memories of being much more vocal in the bedroom and not taking shit from anybody.
There was a small little ding as the changes were finally complete, and it was Damon DiMaggio through and through that was bound on the bed. The scientist released the bonds as Topher walked into the room and hugged his “brother” for the first time. “Let’s go, bro! There’s a thirsty twink waiting for me back at my apartment, and I can’t wait to see the look on their face when I reveal to the world I have a hot twin brother doing porn with me!” Damon was a natural at having dominant gay sex with his “brother” and the submissive twink they double-teamed. Soon enough, Topher and Damon were booking at Men.com, Falcon, and Icon Male and a whole bunch of other gay porn studios.
