“Ugh, what’s that smell?” shouted Douglas from his room.
“Probs my feet, you stupid dweeb,” replied Brady, who was focused on his game of call of duty.
Douglas came out into the main room and was shocked as it was an absolute mess. Pizza boxes, beer, and soda bottles littered the floor. Socks and dirty clothes had been hanging from shelves and seats.
“How the hell has this place become a tip again Brady? I literally cleaned this up last night? Like what the fuck do you do it?” shouted Douglas, who was now aggravated by his uncaring roommate.
“Calm it, fag. You did yesterday, I’m sure you can do it again,” Brady responded calmly, still immersed in his game.
“Again, again? I did it last week and the week before that, and you just fuck this up every day what’s the point? and on top of that fuck you, you stupid straight white douche!” Douglas had blown up and decided to go back to his room to read and calm down.
“Straight white douche, but your white too, bro,” questioned Brady.
“Of all the things you call me, I am absolutely not your fucking ‘bro’!” Douglas shouted one last time before slamming his door. He sat down on his bed and looked about his room. Douglas’s room was clean, everything was in its place, unlike everywhere else in the dorm. Where ever Brady went, he left a mess, and what made it worse he didn’t care at all. He lived in a mess and somehow coped, no he enjoyed living in it.
Brady was quite dumb, which was probably a factor for being so lazy. However, he may have been lazy when it came to cleaning and at his work, but when it came to working out, doing his sports psychology course and partying, he gave it his all. He would be on time for them, strict at doing them and made sure he looked good doing them.
When it came to Brady’s personality, he was very calm and relaxed most of the time. When he was with his bro’s, they would rate girls, watch porn, and play video games or workout together. They also complimented each other fit bods regularly and boasted about how much they could lift, in short, they were all alpha douche bags. They even wore the clothes to fit the stereotype, backward cap, t-shirts or tank tops with some sporty logo on it, sporty socks and studs.
Douglas, on the other hand, intelligent, gay, and much more of a social activist. He enjoyed learning and discussing social politics with his friends. He wasn’t too into the whole gay scene as he didn’t have a cut body or any muscles. His body was pretty average, he could run and do most exercise if he wanted to, but he couldn’t do it excessively like his roommate. His fashion also made him feel out of place at parties so he avoided those too if he could, but sometimes Brady forced him out. He didn’t know why maybe he wanted Douglas to be more like him. Either way, it failed to make Douglas anymore excited or happy living with him.
What also added to Douglas’s dislike was Brady’s insults, sometimes they were about him being a nerd; other times it was homophobic. Brady never really gave off a homophobic persona, but the insults stung none the less.
All this had lead Douglas to his final solution, to move out.
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Next day
Douglas walked back to his dorm quickly as his last exam finished. The dorm moving forms would have been delivered today, and he would be able to sign and move out ASAP. No more dumb lazy Brady to ruin his time at college. He knew that Brady would be at the gym working out at the moment so all he had to was get the papers to take them to his room, sign them and he should be able to move out quietly in the next two days. Of course, he felt sorry for the next poor sod who had to move in, but they could always move out to, or maybe they’re the same as Brady.
Douglas walked up to his dorm door, opened it, and looked on the floor, scanning for his letter. He looked and looked, but nothing was there.
“Looking for something, fag?” asked Brady aggressively. Douglas looked up, Brady was sitting on the chair, a piece of paper resting on the armrest.
“No… nothing Brady,” Douglas stuttered taken by surprise at Brady waiting for him. Douglas moved closer to Brady, who cockily sat there smiling at him. Brady was drenched with sweat; obviously, he had decided to go to the gym earlier.
“Nothing? Really fag, you can’t play dumb with me, I know you want to leave. Only questions left, Why and is there anything to make you stay?” Brady intrigued. Douglas was taken aback by this reasoning. Was, Brady, asking him how he felt? Was he going to change to be better? No, it was just some ploy to make him stay and continue to clean up after him. Douglas decided to let out his rage, knowing Brady couldn’t do anything about him leaving.
“You know what Brady, no. No, there isn’t anything you can do to make me stay. You are the laziest guy on campus; you treat women like shit, you call me names even though I do so much for you. I clean this fucking room constantly and all I ever get his a fucking grunt. I can’t take your shit anymore! Now give me that piece of paper so we can move on, you obviously want someone just like you, to revel in this fucking shithole of a room!” Douglas shouted at Brady, who remained quite calm throughout.
Brady stood up once Douglas calmed down, he placed his hand behind Douglas’s head. Douglas tried to grab Brady’s arm, but the stench he began breathing in made him feel sick.
“Is that it then? Well, your right, I wanted it someone more like me to share, but I also needed some faggy dweeb like you to clean up after me. That’s all you were, a fucking weak ass servant doing everything I asked, I wish it lasted longer between us, but you are getting boring now.” Brady explained.
“So I can go then?” Douglas asked.
“No fag, as I said I need a bro like me to hang out with. And since there’s no way to make you stay as you are, guess I’m, just gonna have to make you just like me,” Brady continued cockily.
“Wait, wha…?” Douglas was about to ask what Brady was going on about, but Brady instead decided to slam Douglas’s head into his pecs. Douglas was confused, but the smell made him feel sick, his mind was spinning and his organs turning over, twisting inside. After a second of being stuck in Brady’s chest, Douglas could feel himself getting wetter?
He looked down to see all of Brady’s sweat droplets slowly moving, like little insects. The droplets were all moving to the edge of Brady’s skin before hopping over onto Douglas. The sweat-drenched his clothes and hair, making them feel unclean. A lot of the sweat built up around his mouth, eyes, dick, and ass before entering him and spreading Brady’s stink inside of him. Brady let go of his head and pushed him onto the sofa where he lay in agony.
“I told you fag, I want someone I can work out, play games and rate girls with and since your no use to me, your just gonna have to become me. Don’t worry though, I will make you slightly different, so no one mistakes us for the same person,” smirked Brady as he watched Douglas twitch on the sofa.
Douglas felt his body begin to heat up as the sweat that covered him began entering him. The sweat on his face drained into his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. Small lumps started pushing out of his skin on his face before they began moving about all over. The lumps were painful and caused Douglas a lot of pain, but he felt it die down a bit after a while. Unknown to Douglas, it was because his face had grown and reshaped, becoming rounder and his skin whiter in complexion. His eyes had taken in sweat, changing their color to match Brady’s dark brown ones. His facial features altered as well, his nose thickened and eyebrows thinned down but becoming longer, making his face brutish. Light hairs began sprouting on Douglas’s cleanshaven chin; they spread in two thins lines moving around the bottom of his jaw and up to his ears connecting to his hair, forming a light chinstrap beard. His hair on top retreated back down a bit into his scalp, shorting his hair. The sweat then swept the hair off to the side and lightened the hairs to become chestnut brown like Brady’s. The sweat inside his mouth then collected more sweat that Douglas had produced from the intense heat it created, before trailing down his gullet. His skin only showed a massive wave that poked out, But as it went down, Douglas’s features, all grew larger and thickened to match Brady’s size. Douglas’s once thin neck, grew out to hold up his larger head.
Once the wave hit his chest, it split in three, one main wave going down his chest and the other two traveling down his arms. The waves going towards his arms slowed down as they split and doubled the mass in his shoulders, eating away at his fat and turning it into muscle. The wave left his now broader shoulders and sped down his arms, again eating away at his fat cells and turning it into mass and muscle. Any excess sweat also turned itself into more muscle and size until he had big beefy arms.
The primary wave in his chest then swept down his man boobs, enlargening them. The fat within them was used to make them bigger, rounder, and harder. Once they became the perfect round pecs of a jock, the wave moved on sparing no part Douglas and ensuring he became as close as he could to look like Brady.
“Haha fag, you half look like me now. Just wait until it’s finished, then you will be totally like me. We can do everything together and don’t worry; I’ve already got you signed up for my sports psychology course, you can join me there too. It’s gonna be great fucking every girl at a party, drinking beer until throw up, playing cod all day until we have to go and workout,” cheered Brady as looked down at Douglas who was slowly being cloned into Brady.
“N…no, I am not… I will never become like you… I respect women… and I am far beyond your intelligence. I will never… lower myself to your level of ignorance… and misogyny. I’m… just a bit hot at…. the moment that’s… all,” Stuttered Douglas, whose tone was slowly deepening into a Brady like voice.
“You think you’re going to be ok, fag. Let me get a mirror to show you how fucked you really are,” Brady went moved a bedroom mirror and placed it down in front of Douglas, who was shocked at what he looked like.
“See fag; you’re nearly just like me. Ya got the face, the arms, and the upper body. But, now can you see your stomach as it swirls about and forms the greatest set of abs ever. I know you wish you didn’t have to be exactly like me, but it’s my sweat, my DNA traveling through you, so you have to become me. Also means the next fag we eventually convert is also gonna be me, so I guess one of us is gonna have to get a hair cut or a tattoo. God if I wanted, I could walk into some fag club and just turn everybody in alpha like me. Sadly there wouldn’t be enough pussy for everyone, but they would all have the best DNA and bod ever,” Brady complimented himself in his usual self centered way.
Douglas tried to ignore him, but his words were absorbed into his mind creating fear. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to become a straight alpha douche bag bro; it was a fate worse than death. To sit around all day and play games, jerk your dick to some bimbo’s and then work out your body.
Douglas focused his eyes back on the mirror watching as his swirling belly sucked in down, so the pecs were shelving them, before creating some well-defined abs. Brady lifted his tank top and laughed, pointing down at him as he saw that they now had the same body.
The waves of sweat continued down, meeting with the sweat in his butt and dick. His butt slowly grew out, not quite becoming a bubble butt, but enough to fill his jeans and underwear. It then muscled out hardening his butt. The sweat in his dick then absorbs into his shaft lengthening it out to 10 inches long. The rest of his sweat then fell back down into the balls, enlargening them to the size of golf balls, and growing a bit more after that. Traces of the sweat then made its way into Douglas’s cum which turned from Douglas’s inferior nerdy DNA into Brady’s better jock DNA.
The waves of sweat finally make their way down Douglas’s legs where they do the same, turning every fat cell into hard muscle and stretching out. Douglas’s thighs became thick like Brady’s. His calves strengthened out as muscle was added to them. Finally, his feet grew out ripping his shoe’s apart. Brady ripped them off his feet and lay down next to him on the couch.
“Wow, you really do look like me. I mean your, not the first fag I converted but damn do you look good, cos you know, you are me, bro,” Brady taunted
“No… I am not like you. I am still a 'fag,’ and a 'dweeb’ remember. How can you live with a nerdy gay clone of you?” Douglas snapped back, trying to make one last attack at Brady.
“Don’t worry about that; you will be a pussy smashing alpha like me in no time. Oh look here we go, you can be white cap bro, and I’ll be black cap bro,” Brady got a cap off the top of the couch and placed it on Douglas’ head before slowly spinning it around backward. In the process of spinning the cap around, it slowly expunged lots of knowledge and memory from Douglas’s mind. It was painful, but Douglas was helpless as he felt his knowledge be sucked out of his brain. His memories and knowledge were sent straight down to his balls which were filling up with more of the new Brady cum.
Douglas’s mind went blank slightly, and he became confused at his situation, was he dreaming? Why was he so scared? He had no recollect of what had happened to him. He only remembered his name was Douglas, or was it?
Douglas looked down at his clothes, his jeans were ripped and so was his shirt. But he swore he saw them change. Douglas’s vision went blurry, but he could kind of make out his red star trek t-shirt shifting from red into a light grey, and he felt as it lightened. His shoulders felt a breeze as the sleeves of his t-shirt retracted back. He felt another breeze on his legs as his jeans retracted as well, turning into white gym shorts. Sharp pain in his ears flared up as some last droplets turned themselves into some cheap studs. Douglas looked himself in the mirror. He nearly looked like a clone of Brady. He felt nothing as his nerdy self had been mostly wiped, and his jock self hadn’t come.
“Hey, bro, how you feelin?” asked Brady.
“I… dunno, I feel kinda empty. Like I don’t really remember much,” Douglas said, confused. His mind may have lost most of his memory, but a small fragment was trying to reconnect to his conscience.
“Don’t worry bro, I can help you out,” Brady said enthusiastically. Brad set up his favorite video to jerk off to. It was some hot bimbo getting absolutely fucked by a guy who looked a lot like him, which is why he enjoyed it so much. But while he set that up, in Douglas’s head the remainder of the sweat built up around his brain and prepared to absorb itself into it. Douglas could feel his mind connecting his remaining memories, but before they all came back to him, the sweat was absorbed into him, and Brady’s douchey alpha mindset started breaking in. His connections to his all memories broke, and Brady’s mindset now fought to kick out Douglas’s memory from his head.
Douglas’s memories were pushed to the edge of his mind. The alpha douche bag thought, memories, and personality then began settling in Douglas’s mind. Gym routine’s, drinking and video games then replaced his nerdy hobbies. Finally, his social activism was replaced by objectifying females and homophobia. He only saw sexiness in women and only desired to fuck them, or as he thought 'conquering them.’ On his homophobic side, he didn’t like gays, thinking they were weak and should serve him until they refused, then he would convert them into a straight alpha like him to go around and fertilize the many bimbos in bars and clubs. He also had a dislike for lesbians as he knew they were the only women who wouldn’t be interested in him at first, but he felt that his big dick could turn them easily enough.
Brady then began the video, and two people appeared on the screen. It was a man and a woman. The woman didn’t do much for Douglas at first, but the dude started peaking him.
“What do you think, bro?” asked Brady.
“I dunno, it’s ok I guess,” Douglas replied.
“Ok? O…k? Bro, look that guy is basically you, and you’re fucking that sweet hot blonde chick,” Brady re-affirmed. Douglas’s mind then clicked as the first parts of his new douchey mind kicked.
'What the fuck am I thinking? I’m not a fag, that’s the hottest shit fucking ever. Why the fuck am I not jerking off to this?’ thought Douglas his mind-altering and his homosexuality being overwritten. Douglas got out his dick and started jerking off to the woman’s bouncy tits and fit body.
Douglas’s last bit of memory screamed when it saw him giving in to this new personality and heterosexuality.
'No I must try and get back’ it thought, trying to fight Brady, but Brady had already settled lots of himself in Douglas’s head. Douglas was becoming straighter the more he jerked his dick, his homosexuality was being flushed away into his balls along with the last of his memories which screamed to remain. Eventually though the last of Douglas was lost to Brady. Douglas began Jerking his dick harder and harder now.
“Ah fuck bro, I’m gonna cum,” Douglas screamed.
“Don’t worry bro, it’s ok just make sure you get it all out of you,” Brady said in a relaxed manner.
'Come on Brady, that’s who I am now, gotta cum to those titties. They are so bouncy
'Oh god, don’t do it Douglas, don’t let him win’ thought the last trace of old Douglas.
'Fuckin tits man, so bouncy, so good’ thought Douglas staring at the boobs that had conquered his gaze.
“Oh, fuck… I’m gonna… cum,” Douglas moaned in pleasure. Suddenly Every part of the old Douglas that was swimming about in his balls was shot out onto his chest. It instantly evaporated into air and Douglas was gone for good, he was Brady now.
“Thank’s bro, what’s your name?” asked Douglas, his mind starting afresh.
“I’m Brady, lil bro,” replied Brady
“Woah, bro I’m Brady too and why am I lil bro?” asked Douglas
“Nah lil bro, you’re my lil bro from the course and your name isn’t Brady its… um… Sean, bro,” Brady confirmed. Douglas’s mind twitched slightly and altered his mind to him, Sean.
“Ah, I guess your right big bro, hey what shall we do?” He asked.
“Wanna play CoD for a bit, then go to a party. There’s gonna be plenty of pussy for the both of us,” said Brady
“Ok, sure big bro. But what about this room like who’s gonna clean it?” Sean asked again.
“Don’t worry, we can get some fag to move in and do that for us,” Brady explained.
“Sweet,” Sean shouted, high fiving his bro.
Sean was now an alpha douche bag bro who didn’t do shit for anyone except Coach and Brady. The boys got a new faggy dweeb within a week and tormented him. But after two weeks, Sean came back from a night out hot and sweaty and mistook the new kid’s bed for his own. When he woke the next morning, 'Bradley’ the alpha was there instead of the nerd. Guess they’re gonna need another dweeb, and be more careful or maybe Brady’s gonna have to start his own Frat house, full of alphas just like him.
