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Dave came to staring at a reflection of his naked body. He didn’t remember opening his eyes; just darkness and then suddenly awake. He was standing upright but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t so much as blink or twitch. When he tried to yell nothing happened. It was only as he started to panic that he realized his heart wasn’t racing. It didn’t even feel like it was beating. Nor was he breathing. All he could do was stare in frozen horror at his reflection. The room was completely covered in angled mirrors, positioned so that he had a 360 degree view of himself even without turning his head. He frantically tried to think about how he'd gotten here. The last thing he remembered was climbing into bed for the night. There were no windows, so he had no idea what time it was or how long he'd been there.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking. But don’t worry you’re still quite alive.” Dave didn’t recognize the man that entered. If it weren't for the terrifying circumstances the stranger would have been forgettable. Middle-aged, balding, heavy. He had on a dark blue jumpsuit that was stained and dirty like a mechanic. “From what they tell me, and mind you I don't get paid to know all the details, your biological processes have been halted temporarily while we get you reworked.” The man slowly circled Dave's naked body. Dave wanted to beg, to scream, to do anything other than stare straight ahead with a flat expression while the stranger inspected every inch of him. Even through his fear, Dave still had room to feel a twinge of embarrassment. Having just hit thirty he was still in great shape, but he was far from an exhibitionist. He still played every sport he could make time for, leaving him with a lean, whipcord body. Clothed, his six-foot frame was deceptively thin. Now, with nothing to cover him, his broad shoulders, modest pecs, toned arms, and tight stomach could show off their solid definition. Throw in his sturdy thighs, defined calves, a surprisingly round ass, and he had a body that should leave him feeling anything but insecure. He had a handsome face, with full lips, a prominent nose, and bright eyes. His high cheekbones and sharp chin were covered by a trimmed goattee that matched his thick, dark brown hair. The only real reason he should have felt insecure was his slightly smaller than average package. He had a pair of heavy, hairy balls, but his cock was on the short and thin side, reaching just over five inches when hard. "Hmmm...shouldn't be too difficult," the man muttered, stepping back and rubbing his chin. He mumbled to himself and nodded a few times before leaving the room and returning with cart covered in what looked like surgical tools. There was also a large pile of a waxy pink substance on the lower shelf. "Might as well get started," the man said with a tight, polite smile.

Dave wanted to scream when the man stepped forward with a tool that had a piece of wire strung between two metal prongs. He watched it press against his chest and scrape across. He braced himself for the pain that didn't come. Dave wasn't sure anything had even happened until the man stepped away and he got a clear view in the mirror. His mind refused to believe what it saw. The man had essentially shaved his chest, but he'd taken skin along with hair. Not just skin; but muscle as well. Only instead of bloody carnage and gore, all Dave saw was a lumpy, flesh colored patch, like he was made out of clay. That's when it hit him. Those weren't surgical tools; they were a sculptor's. "As you can see, it doesn't hurt, at least," the man said, making pass after pass with the wire. Dave saw the pieces of himself join the pink lump on the cart. As soon as the shavings made contact, they seemed to melt into the whole. "And with what's been ordered for you, this should't take too long." The man shrugged. "A master's in fine art sculpture and here I am doing this for a living. But hey, a paycheck's a paycheck." While he spoke, the man smoothed out Dave's chest with his hands until Dave saw a flat, smooth patch where his pecs used to be. Even his tiny nipples were gone. Humming to himself, the man grabbed a few handfuls of the waxy pink material. It made a wet sound as it was slapped onto Dave's chest. Again, Dave's view in the miror was obstructed by the man, so he had no way of knowing what was happening. Without looking away from the area he was working on, the man said, "I'm supposed to tell you that you might start fading in and out during this part. Whoever's footing the bill for this has had their hooks in your for a while, so you're gonna start remembering some things you'd probably rather not. I'm told you probably won't remember everything, but enough." Dave only half heard him as the room went black.

Dave blinked. He was sitting at his desk in his house, bright sunlight streaming through the windows. He looked around, confused. Had he been dreaming the mirrored room? He'd never fallen asleep while working before, but there was a first time for everything. He went to stand, but his body didn't respond. He tried again and again with the same result. He was just sitting, staring at his screen. He noticed the date. Three months ago. As he continued staring, he even remembered the project in front of him, and how he'd taken longer than he should have on it. What he didn't remember was his computer beeping with a chat window. He was a passenger in his own body as he brought it up.

"Hey ____", he said, leaning back in his chair and stretching, his arms bulging as they rested behind his head. The image on the screen was blurry, and even though he said the name at the time, his brain wouldn't let him hear it now. He was aware that this was someone he knew, he just couldn't put together who.

"What's up," ____ asked.

"Just trying to get this stupid project done for work. Can I hit you up when it's done?"

"This won't take long, I just need to test something. Can you take your shirt off?"

Dave heard himself laugh awkwardly and he leaned forward in his chair. "What?! I don't....I mean...yeah, okay, what the hell." He screamed at himself as he suddenly reached down and pulled the shirt up and off. The chat window had been switched so the video of himself was taking up the bulk of it. He saw his lean arms and hairy pecs flex while he leaned forward on the desk. Dave was stunned. He had no memory of any of this. "So, uh, what're you testing?"

"We're doing it right now. Flex for me." ____'s voice was calm and commanding. Dave could see his eyes were glazed over on the screen as he broke into a double bicep pose, his lean arms inflating. "Lookin' good man," ____ whistled. "I just need to confirm that this is sunk in all the way. Let's see the lower half." Knowing it was a memory didn't make Dave feel any less mortified as he stood and undid his pants. He let them drop unceremoniously, leaving him in a pair of old, worn boxers. "No, no, the whole thing," ____ said impatiently.

Dave didn't hesitate to shuck the boxers. He cringed when he saw his tiny package bouncing on the screen when he righted himself. "There it is! Turn around and let me see the backside," ____ said cheerfully. On cue, Dave rotated. "Let me see 'em bounce." He methodically bounced his round, perky cheeks, the motion causing his exposed package to flop wildly. When he turned back around his cock was solid. "Geez, you're still as eager as I remember," ___ laughed. "Jerk yourself off for me." Dave robotically reached down and started stroking. "No, like you mean it. Really get into it."

"Oooohhh...." Dave heard himself moan as his expression changed on the screen from flat to seductive. His full lips pursed while he pumped his hips into one hand while he tweaked his pert little nipples with the other. Each of his lean muscles popped as he tensed and groaned and worked himself.

"Bring that little guy closer to the screen," ___ commanded. Dave stepped forward until the screen was largely occupied by his crotch. He'd never watched a close up of his oozing cock before. It looked small and thin in his hand, but that didn't stop it from spraying a torrent of ropey strands. "Not bad," ____ said. "I think we can make this work. A little bit of practice and by the time we're done you'll be a bombshell. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Clean everything up, get dressed, and forget this ever happened. When you think about this afternoon, all you'll remember is working."

The scene faded and once again Dave found himself in the mirrored room. The man was still working on him, preventing him from seeing what had been done to him during his flashback. The man was working on his stomach, and from the brief flashes he got whenever the man turned his head just right, Dave didn't like what he saw. His shoulders seemed thinner than they should, and the top of his chest had a shape that was familiar, but not one he should be seeing on himself. He was still trying to place it when the man finally moved. He wished he hadn't. Where his defined pecs had been, Dave now had a pair of decidedly feminine breasts. Not like a guy who was overweight; these were the kind of tits he'd lust over had they been on the appropriate torso. They stood up and off his chest, his tiny nipples now large and prominent on the perky new appendages. The horror only continued further south as he saw his hairy abs were now a smooth, soft looking belly. His toned obliques were nowhere to be seen, swallowed by the extra flesh that had been placed on his wider looking hips. His shoulders actually were thinner, and he could see that his left arm had been worked on. It had been stripped it of it's definition, leaving it thin and smooth. He wasn't overly built, but his right arm looked huge compared to the diminished one on his left. He would have been hyperventilating when the man leaned in and started on the unaltered arm. Dave saw him pushing and smoothing his bicep area, peeling off chunks to add to the pile. The thought of what that putty-like substance represented made him want to vomit.

The subsequent blackout brought no relief. Dave gasped as the mirrored room disappeared and he was back in front of his computer. He was talking to _____, and again the video was zoomed in on his face. He saw his lips purse while he moaned out a humiliating string of dirty talk. He was so embarrassed by what he heard it took a moment to register that he was naked and jerking off again.

"OOOHHH....ohhh...fuck yeah...fuck _____....I want that big cock of yours inside me. I...uuhhh...I want to get my lips around it aaaaannndd....and suck it dryyyy..." he broke off in a whimper, a pained expression on his face. "I wa...want you to pound my...pussy...til you...fill me uuuhh...up..." He was panting heavily, sweat forming on his crimson face as he squirmed in the chair and made exaggerated expressions of pleasure. "I want to give...those...juicy pecs...a tongue...bath while you stuff...stuuuhhhhh...." Dave tensed and a stream shot up in front of his face. He hated the contented smile that spread across his lips.

"I think we're ready to take this show on the road," ____ said.

Without warning his memories shifted again. Dave wasn't back in the mirrored room or in front of his computer. He was staring out the passenger window of a large pickup truck. He had on his softball gear, stained and sweaty from that morning's game.

"Dude, I don't have all day." Dave was still a passenger in his own body as he relived the memory. He turned and saw a broad, beefy blonde behind the wheel. The man was built like a tank, with huge arms sticking out of the sleeveless jersey. It was stretched tight against the man's huge pecs and solid stomach. Dave didn't know his name, but he recognized him from a rival team. "We doin' this or not?"

"Sorry," Dave said sheepishly, his eyes traveling down to the equally beefy cock sitting exposed in the man's lap. He screamed at himself to stop as his head lowered and gobbled up the thick hose. The sweaty, musky scent was overpowering, but Dave worked the hardening member until it was throbbing on his tongue. He was in shock. He had no memory of this at all. He'd never had so much as a gay thought in his life, but here he was blowing another guy in a parking lot. The man's strong fingers stroked through his hair as he relaxed back in his seat.

"Damn...you must do this a lot..." the man sighed while Dave worked.

Dave was only further confused. He had no idea how he knew what he was doing. He loved going down on women, but he didn't think the skill would translate to guys. He was proven wrong when the burly blonde gasped and shot a stream down his throat. Dave struggled to swallow it all but left a good portion dripping down his chin. The view from the man's crotch as he looked up at the arrogant smile was the last thing he saw before his mind shifted again.

He was on his knees, another dick in his mouth. He had no idea where he was. All he could see was the strange crotch while he bobbed his head back and forth. It was disorienting to the point that he didn't even notice the guys changing while his memories cycled. He could feel the sizes changing in his mouth - thick, thin, short, long, fat, skinny. His head swam with the musky scent and salty taste of the flurry of men. The memory in the truck started to make sense. He was so good at giving head because he'd apparently had a lot of practice. Dave felt like he was going crazy. How could he not remember this? How long had it been going on? What else did he do?

His questions went unanswered when he found himself back in the mirrored room. His smooth, skinny new arms were now a matched set. He came to right as the man finished working on his hand, leaving it soft and dainty looking.

"We're making progress," the man sighed, taking a step back to survey the work so far. From the neck up, Dave looked the same. Same trimmed beard, same handsome features, same shaggy brown hair. From the waist down, he looked the same. Same solid, hairy thighs, same developed calves, same wide feet, same bubble butt, same short, thin cock and same heavy, egg-shaped balls. But in between those areas was decidedly different. His lean, muscular torso was now soft and curvy, complete with ample tits. It was the kind of feminine body that drove him crazy. He didn't like his women skinny and shapeless, or overly built. He liked wide hips and soft, smooth skin. Tone was fine, but he liked being the solid one. He loved lithe arms and tits that were big enough to get a hold on without being too large. He could practically picture what the lower half looked like, and the thought terrified him at what was still coming his way. The man took a pull from a bottle of water and rolled his neck and shoulders to stay loose. "Let's keep going," he said cheerfully.

Dave blacked out again before seeing where the man started working. He was confused, though, because he was still staring at his reflection. Only now his tight body was unchanged. The only thing out of place were the tiny red briefs he had on. Dave was a strict boxers man. He'd never owned anything remotely similar to what he saw himself wearing. Even in his addled state he noticed how the tailored pouch actually made his tiny package seem bigger, and when he turned his ass looked great.

"Hey baby, you're not here to look at yourself."

Dave turned away from his reflection and took in the unfamiliar room. He had no idea where he was. It looked like a cheap motel. He was equally unfamiliar with the broad shouldered, middle-aged man sitting on the edge of the bed. The man was formally dressed, his button-up shirt stretched tightly over what looked like a well-developed torso with a tie resting between his bulging pecs. His slacks were just as strained while his powerful thighs pressed against the bed. He had well-trimmed, raven hair and an olive complexion. His dark features made him seem more handsome than he would have otherwise, but even as styled and put-together as he was, he radiated masculinity. Dave could see patches of wiry hairs on the backs of his wide, strong hands that trailed up the man's shirt sleeves. He suddenly felt insecure. His lean, wiry body seemed small and weak. The tiny little underwear didn't help. He didn't understand why that turned him on so much. "Sorry," Dave said with a bashful smile.

"I'm not complaining about the view," the man said in a deep, seductive rumble. "Especially this," he said, reaching out and grabbing Dave's ass to pull him close. Seated as he was, the man was eye-level with Dave's chest. "You are a sexy little thing," he whistled, looking Dave up and down while his hands slid down to the back of Dave's thighs. "Why don't you help me get a little more comfortable?"

Still in the other man's grip, Dave loosened the tie and started undoing the stranger's shirt. He ran his hands across the solid, hairy pecs that popped out and felt his heart start to race. One by one he undid the rest of the shirt while the man rubbed and kneaded his ass. Once it was open he pushed the shirt down over the broad, hairy shoulders and freed the man's huge arms. The stranger was built like a hairy brick wall. Dave wasn't accustomed to feeling small in these situations. As he writhed in the firm embrace he felt positively feminine for the first time in his life. THIS was a man. Not him. It took every ounce of his control when he reached down and undid the man's pants. The package that his hands brushed against felt large and thick. The man lifted his ass enough for Dave to pull the pants free of his thick, hairy thighs, leaving him in a pair of black briefs that struggled to contain what looked like a monster. Before he could do anything else, the man latched his hands to the back of his thighs again and abruptly stood. Dave instinctively wrapped himself around when the hairy beast of a man lifted him like he was nothing. His legs locked around the man's waist and his hands clutched at the broad, muscular back. He gasped when he felt himself pressed against the wall. He'd never been so helpless. Held like this, pinned like this, there was no way he could get away from this man even if he'd wanted to. Fortunately, that was the last thing on his mind. Their mouths met and hungrily explored each other while Dave writhed against the burly stranger. He could feel the man's ample muscles flexing and expanding and it drove him crazy. By the time the stranger literally tore the tiny red briefs off him he was solid and oozing. He worked his thin rod through the wiry hairs on the man's torso, pumping his hips against the rough hands that held his bare cheeks while his thighs stayed gripped to the stranger's waist. He'd never experienced anything like this. He was so caught up he only barely noticed the man's hand sliding towards the crevice between his perky cheeks. "Uuuhhh...!" He grunted when the man roughly shoved two fingers in.

"Holy shit," the man laughed, working the fingers in farther. "When I saw that ass I thought there was no way you were actually a virgin, but I'll be damned." Dave could only gasp while the man probed deeper. The fingers pressing and sliding around in his hole felt impossibly large. Other than once or twice at the doctor's, it was a sensation he'd never felt before. He loved anal with girls, but he'd never even thought about receiving it himself. After what felt like an eternity the man turned and deposited him on the bed. Despite the painful sensation he'd just had his cock was throbbing. The older man just grinned at him and slowly tugged down the briefs, his thick, large cock springing free. It was huge. Not only did it make his look miniscule, Dave thought there was no way he could fit that inside him. The man wasn't going to give him a choice. Dave watched the man lube himself up with butterflies in his stomach. "It'll be easier if you roll over," the man said, manhandling Dave onto his stomach and up onto all fours. "I'll go easy at first."

"HHHHnNNNnngGGGG!" Dave grunted. His eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his skull. He felt like he was being ripped open. He wanted to pull away but the man had a firm grip on his waist, and all his squirming did was work the invading object in further. He whimpered and moaned helplessly while the man slid in and out, plunging further and further each time. "Nnngg...uh...guh...this...I don't think I can...oh gddd...I...OOOHHH!" His whimper turned into a loud moan when an unexpected jolt of pleasure shot through him.

"There it is," the man purred behind him. Dave didn't know what he meant until he felt the intruding pole hit the same spot. Then again. Then again. Between the pain and the pleasure he saw stars. When he was able to focus again he found himself bucking in time to the man's thrusts, desperate to keep that feeling. He couldn't believe this. His face was buried against the mattress with his ass in the air while a strange man railed him from behind. The man was in so far he could feel the wiry bush against his spread cheeks. "You're so...fuckin'....tight..." the man grunted, slapping one of those abused cheeks. "This just means...you're a....tease...right? Shake that...ass and bat...those pretty...eyes...and guys like me...give you...whatever...you want...right?" The man's pounding was growing with his agitation. He reached around and grabbed Dave's bouncing cock. "It's not like...this little...thing would...guuuhh....get...attention..." he said, tugging roughly. Dave yelped as the man pulled again and again. "Now...you've...had the...real...thing...gggguuuuhhhhhh!" Dave wasn't ready for the sudden onrush of fluids that hit his insides. He felt his own thin rod spray onto the bed as the warm liquid kept filling him. "Not a tease anymore," the man practically spat and pulled free. Dave could feel a trickle of fluid leaking out of him. His shaking limbs gave out and he collapsed on the bed.

He was back in the mirrored room. The amount of progress the man had made told him he'd been out of it for a while. His perky bubble was no more. The pile of waxy material on the cart was much smaller and a good portion of it had to have been applied to his ass. It was a thick, round apple bottom. He had cheeks that he could clap. He'd seen twerk queens with smaller asses. And his thighs matched. The toned, hairy legs were smooth and round, without any hint of definition. The package that hung between them was starting to look out of place, but Dave was relieved to still see it. The man had done a similar number on his calves, smoothing them out to match the top of his new legs and was currently working on his feet. "Almost done," the man said without looking up, seeming to know that Dave was coherent again. The thought wasn't reassuring. Dave kept telling himself over and over that this was a nightmare. This couldn't be real. This altered, feminine body wouldn't be his. This wasn't possible. These weren't really his memories. He was still telling himself that when he blacked out again.

He came to on a beach of all places. He sat up on his arms and breathed an internal sigh of relief when he looked down at his unaltered wiry muscles. What he didn't care for was the small green speedo that barely covered him at all. As with most of his flashbacks, he had no idea where he was. He recognized his city in the distance and figured he was at one of the huge, lakefront homes that peppered the coast. He'd heard that most of them had their own private beaches. Based on the deep tan he saw on himself, this wasn't the first time he'd been here. He felt a brief rush of embarrassment when he realized he wasn't alone. There were half a dozen other guys on the beach or in the water with him. They all looked to be his age or younger. All of them were in great shape and all of them were either naked or similarly dressed. To his immediate left was a brawny, freckled redhead. The buff young man couldn't have been more than twenty and he had a solid, eager rod standing up from a bright red patch between his muscular thighs.

"Looks like we're up," the young ginger said, springing to his feet. Dave was fixated on the young man's pale six pack as he was pulled to his feet.

"You're still a bit overdressed, aren't you?" Dave turned and saw a short, portly bald man descending the stairs from the large house that loomed above them. His large gut draped over the towel that was wrapped around his waist. The man had an equally saggy chest and arms. He looked to be in his fifties, at least. "Help him with that," he nodded towards the redhead. Dave let the young man pull his speedos free while the old man watched. He looked both of their solid bodies up and down approvingly before shucking his towel. Dave could see part of a squat cock poking out from between the excess flesh. "Get to know each other while I get ready." The man gestured and Dave and the redhead fell onto each other. They writhed in the sand, kissing and groping each other eagerly. Dave couldn't help but note that a man's firm body on top of him no longer felt foreign. He was in the process of stroking the young man's thick, short rod when the old man motioned for them to stop. Dave saw the old man's semi-hard rod and knew exactly what to do. He didn't hesitate at all to pull it into his mouth and work his tongue over it. He also wasn't surprised when he felt the buff ginger's cock slide into him. He'd clearly practiced with this too because he didn't feel the slightest pain, just a wave of contentment. He pushed back against the young man's solid abs while his lips formed a vacuum seal. His body was a conduit of pleasure from both ends. Dave reeled. Not only was he being used like a hooker, he loved it. His body knew exactly what to do. And it was fantastic. Never in his wildest nightmares would he imagine that he'd be getting fucked from both ends by strangers and loving it. He'd never imagined anything could feel so good. It was electric. It was overwhelming. It was....

Gone. Dave was back in the mirrored room. He'd arrived mid-sentence.

"....think we're done!"

All Dave could see was that the man was working at his crotch, his kneeling reflection blocking his view. It felt like an eternity while the man gave his most recent alteration a final going over before standing.

Dave felt the final shreds of his sanity slipping. His bearded, very male head now sat on a soft, feminine body. Instead of the pussy he'd expected, Dave stared at a shrunken, hairless cock. It was small to begin with, but the man had worked it to a tiny, short lump with two barely visible mounds underneath where his heavy balls should have been. It wasn't possible. Perky tits, inviting ass, supple thighs. Hairless from the neck down. This couldn't be him. There was no way this was possible. He wanted to scream as the man approached with a needle and stuck it in his neck.

******

"Wah!" Dave's eyes shot open and darted around. The familiar surroundings of his bedroom started to slow his racing heart. He panted until he finally caught his breath. "Jesus...what the hell kind of dream was that?!" He laughed nervously and rolled over. The simple motion was enough to shatter his world as he felt his exposed breasts flop to one side. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He shrieked and bolted upright, grabbing the soft new additions. He saw the dainty hands and thin arms from his dream as he tore the covers free. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" He screamed again when he saw his equally altered lower half. He stumbled out of bed, wincing at the sensation of his new parts jiggling and swaying from his top and bottom halves. His staggering motion didn't help. His center of gravity was off, and his thinner feet didn't hold him like he was used to. He turned in a circle, pawing at the barely existent cock with one hand and feeling his voluptuous new cheeks with the other. Dave fumbled into the bathroom, tears streaming down his face. "No no no no no no no no no no," he cried at his impossible reflection. He poked and prodded himself, his lithe new fingers biting into his yielding new flesh. He tried to flex, but he didn't feel much more than a hint of muscle anywhere on him.

"Gotta say, that's a good look." Dave turned at the familiar voice and saw one of his best friends standing in the doorway. He felt a sharp stab of pain as memories filled in. This was the blurry figure from his flashbacks.

"St...Nick?" Dave couldn't believe that he was looking at his friend. They'd known each other for years. They'd lived together in college. The thought that his friend would have done this to him was impossible.

"Good to see you too," Nick grinned. He had on a pair of small gym shorts and a baggy tanktop, and he could see his terrified friend checking him out. Dave's gaze kept lingering on the dark, wiry hairs that traveled from Nick's cut pecs, over his broad shoulders, and down his ripped arms. They'd always been more or less the same size, but Nick was an avid rock climber, giving him a significantly larger build. His dark, olive tan and jet black hair were a far cry from Dave's pink, pale skin and shaggy brown mop.

Dave felt himself break even more. "What...what is this?! You did this to me?!"

Nick shrugged his solid shoulders. "I mean, I PAID for it. But even I don't know the specifics of how all this works." He stepped forward and grabbed Dave's new chest, kneading the soft orbs.

"Oooohhh!" Dave gasped as a flood of pleasure poured over him. "Sto...stop..." he panted when Nick ran his thumbs over the enlarged nipples. Nick didn't stop. "How...why?!"

"I already told you I don't know how they do it. I stumbled across them online. A little research and a quick demonstration proved they were legit. I have no idea how they do what they do, but you can't argue with the results!" He gave Dave's new ass a swat, sending the cheeks jiggling. "I mean, when I saw the pictures I was impressed, but now? Damn. Worth every penny." He looked up from his friend's new chest with the same satisfied grin. "As for why? I always had a thing for you. You had to have known."

"What? You did? I didn't know!" Dave had always suspected, but he never had a way of proving it. Nick never made any moves, and his friend always took plenty of women to bed. "I didn't even know you were gay!"

"I wouldn't say that I am. Bi, maybe. I mean, I do usually go for women, but there was just always something about you." Nick ran a hand across Dave's bearded cheek. He'd always followed the other man around, doing whatever he did, always trying to impress him. It had taken a while for Nick to even realize that he had a crush on his friend. Then that he was in love. Then that he was obsessed. When he'd found the company he didn't even hesitate to fork over the obscene amount of money this all took. If it meant finally having the object of his desire, he'd do whatever it took.

"Then why...this?" Dave motioned to his new body. "Why not just make me do whatever you wanted with my old body?"

Nick laughed. "Oh, I already did. Believe me. Those memories might not be back yet, but trust me when I say I got my fill. If you don't remember, there are plenty of pictures and videos I can show you."

Dave was struggling to keep it together. He could barely wrap his bring around the idea that this conversation was even happening. "Then why not just make me into a woman entirely?"

"You don't get it!" Nick said, an edge to his voice. "It needs to be YOU. Yeah, I could've had them sculpt you into a woman, but it wouldn't be you." He stroked Dave's hair as he spoke. "I know you're confused now, but can you imagine what it's been like for me? Do you know how many women I fucked trying to get you out of my head? I wasn't into guys, I was into YOU. That's when it hit me." He ran his hands down Dave's thin new arms, his firm fingers swallowing them easily. "What can I say? I love this face. I really did give it a shot with that old body of yours. It was a fun experiment, but long term? Turns out I really am a tits and ass kinda guy. Now I get the best of both worlds."

"You...you're sick..." Dave stammered, starting to feel faint.

Nick smiled gently. "You're just upset right now. I get it. But I think you'll learn to like it. And you don't need to worry about your appearance anymore, you're locked in. How you are now? That's how you'll always be. Downside is you can't work out and buff yourself up. Or shave, actually. You can, shave, that is, but it'll be back in a few minutes." He shrugged. "But you can eat whatever the hell you want and not gain any weight! No more of that pesky exercising."

Dave was still reeling. To make matters worse, the longer he was around Nick the more turned on he felt himself becoming. He should be strangling the other man, or at the very least calling for help. Instead he felt his stomach tremble.

"I know this is rough for you," Nick said gently, his arms gliding down around Dave's softened waist. "You'll get used to it. Trust me." Dave gasped when his new chest was pressed against Nick's firm pecs. Before he could stop himself his dainty new hands were lifting his friends shirt up and off. Nick didn't resist. He let Dave tug his shorts down and pressed their naked bodies together.

Dave was surprised at how natural Nick's naked body against his felt. He'd seen his friend naked before, so the long, thick hose wasn't a surprise, but the familiarity of it hardening in his hand was. Nick had evidently been telling the truth about the time they'd spent together that he couldn't remember. There was no stopping what came next. They fell on the bed, Nick's hard, wiry body on top of Dave's supple new frame. Dave could only gasp and moan while Nick explored every inch of his new body. He was quickly discovering that he'd been rewired internally to make his chest extra sensitive. Nick's firm hands, warm tongue and solid cock working over them was more arousing than anything that had ever been done to his cock. Which was fortunate, since Dave was also discovering that the shriveled organ was useless in this situation. The pressure he felt building was coming from somewhere else. He hated how desperate he was to get Nick's throbbing pole in his mouth, but his friend flipped him over instead. Dave purred and lifted himself up on all fours, immediately noticing how much harder it was to hold himself in this position since he'd been stripped of his build. His thin, shaking arms weren't going to stop him. He pressed himself backwards and let his ample new cheeks envelop Nick's eager cock. The sensation of his friend inside him was just as familiar as everything else. What wasn't familiar was the extra jiggling he felt with each of Nick's thrusts. Instead of his firm, tight frame, his chest, thighs and ass were in perpetual motion. It was overwhelming enough to jar him out of his lustful haze. "Oh...oh god..." he cried as his body shook. He stared down at the thin fingers supporting his frail arms while his tits bounced wildly. The reality that this was really his body was starting to sink in. "No...no...this can't be...Nick...you've gotta stop..." He tried to pull away, but his weak new body couldn't break Nick's iron grip. His friend gave a final thrust and Dave felt the warm fluid hit his insides. Instantly the room started to spin. He felt the terror he'd just been experiencing melt away, replaced instead by a growing contentment. "What...what just happened," he asked with a shocked laugh.

"That's the last bit kicking in," Nick panted, catching his breath. "You're brain is undergoing some changes. Don't panic, you shouldn't lose too many brain cells. This'll just help with your adjustment. I don't need you arguing or freaking out all the time. Think of this as making you more agreeable to your new circumstances. From now on you'll always be in a good mood."

Dave knew he should be horrified at what he was hearing. Physical changes were bad enough, but mental ones too? He should be panicked. He should be angry. All he could do was smile up at his friend while the room spun around him.

****

"This looks like a good spot," Nick said, dropping their blanket and towels in the sand on the water's edge.

"Okay!" Dave chirped happily. He peeled out of his tight shirt and tiny shorts to reveal his bright, floral print bikini. He knew he should be mortified at showing off his altered body on a crowded beach, but he couldn't bring himself to feel any of that. Every time he left the house he knew he should feel something other than a dull contentment. Nick didn't let him hide his contradictory new look. Tight shirts, little shorts, and revealing pants showed off the very feminine body beneath his very masculine head. Even if he'd been able to tape down his large new chest, there was nothing he could do to hide his ample new lower half. Every time someone stared or yelled something derogatory he knew he should at least feel anger. Every time he felt his soft new flesh jiggle, or he struggled to lift something with his weak arms, he knew he should be furious, or humiliated. But he never was. Even now, as people stared at his bearded face and ample curves, he just smiled cheerfully. At the very least, regardless of his looks, he should have been uncomfortable at how much skin he was showing. Even in his old body he never would have worn something this revealing. The bikini bottoms left the majority of his large new cheeks on display, and the top wasn't much more than two small patches of fabric and straps holding up his perky new chest. It was bad enough wearing things like this at home. Nick forced him to replace his old, now-ill fitting clothes with more form fitting attire. After a lifetime of boxers, Dave now found himself wearing bras and matching panties that, with his tiny new package, fit him perfectly.

He tried not to pay attention to the fit young men playing frisbee next to them. He saw them staring, but what really should have bothered him was the idea that he should be one of them, not what he currently was. Their tight, toned bodies should have been his. He should have fit right in with them like the guys he used to play sports with. Nick had made him cut himself off from everyone for a few months, including his friends and family. Eventually he'd been allowed to reestablish contact with a story about hormones and transitioning. Most everyone freaked out. The handsome, all american jock was suddenly somewhere in between a son and a daughter, a friend and a girlfriend. As devastating as that should have been, all Dave could bring himself to care about was whether or not Nick was still around. He knew it was because of what his friend had done to him. He knew he should hate him more than anything. Instead, all he wanted was to be around him at all times, just like Nick used to do with him. Nick had made him sell his house and quit his job and move in with him. Dave didn't want to do any of those things, but he couldn't argue. He hung on Nick's every word. If he didn't want to do something, as soon as Nick told him to, it was the only thing he wanted to do. Like standing on a crowded beach in a bikini. He was helpless to do anything else. Pleasing his friend had become a physical need. Even now, as Dave watched Nick pull his shirt off and expose his ripped torso, he felt like he was looking at him for the first time.

Dave still had no idea how any of this happened. Flashbacks still popped up unannounced when he would suddenly remember yet another encounter that had been repressed. There were times when he would try and convince himself this was all just an elaborate nightmare, but then he'd have an actual nightmare about the mirrored room and it would slap him back into the reality of his situation. Nick wasn't lying when he said he didn't know how the process actually worked. The company was tight lipped and discouraged people from prying too closely. He knew he should try and investigate anyway, but Nick had told him not to worry about it, so he never pursued it.

"Coming?" Nick called from the water's edge. His friend's voice pulled Dave out of his reverie. He bounded across the sand like an eager puppy, his chest nearly bouncing free of the skimpy top, and into Nick's arms.