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Todd was starting to like it.  It was hard for the formerly straight stud to admit, but if he was being honest, the money now ranked second.  It always felt good; that was never the issue.  The technology that made his body constantly malleable did the same for his attractions, easily swapping from women to men.  The problem was his pride.  Having spent most of his life as a sculpted ladies man, the dark-haired hunk had a hard time adjusting to the idea of his clientele.  He knew he’d voluntarily sought out the position, and he’d been well aware of what he was getting in to, but he thought he’d always just be doing it for the money.  Who he was inside wouldn’t change the way his exterior did, he’d told himself.  Now, he wasn’t so sure.

Looking down at his chiseled pecs and ripped abs, with their light coating of raven hair, Todd didn’t feel the swell of pride he used to.  It was the same when he looked at his granite arms and muscled quads, or his perky, solid bubble, and the thick, hefty package he sported.  Even his wide, dimpled chin, pouty lips and high cheekbones did nothing.  The features used to make him feel smug and arrogant, especially when combined with his athletic frame, but now he realized how meaningless they were, to the point where Todd was actually having a hard time remembering if they were really his or not.  After his first few changes he’d been desperate to get back to his regular self, but now he just felt silly when he thought back on his earlier panic.  When it came to his physical shell, he’d had better, and he’d had worse, though even those words were starting to lose their impact.  When everything felt blissfully ecstatic, there was no “better” or “worse”, just different.

During his time at the Dollhouse so far, Todd had experienced a dizzying array of perspectives.  He’d been impossibly short and extremely tall.  He’d been soft and round and rail thin.  He’d had a cock that trailed nearly to the floor, and a hungry pussy that couldn’t be satisfied.  He’d been hairy like a Sasquatch and baby smooth.  He’d had tits.  He’d had too many arms and legs.  He’d had no limbs at all.  He’d worn every conceivable type of clothing and had been in every position imaginable, each encounter steadily chipping away at his earlier resolve.  The straight jock that was just doing it for the money had quickly become someone else entirely, though who that person was, Todd still wasn’t sure.

“Back to basics?”

“Still a habit,” Todd shrugged as Gage walked in, grinning as he looked the middle-aged wall of muscle up and down.  The other man was only twenty two, five years younger than himself, but that was impossible to tell just by looking at him.  Currently, he sported a broad, strapping frame, complete with a head of chocolate, salt-and-pepper hair, and a lantern-jawed face that was so clean cut it could have anchored the evening news.  His rugged build was that of a former college athlete, still solid but less defined, and he would have been the picture of masculinity if it weren’t for the purple lace panties and a flat mound where a meaty package should have been.  “I see you’re still having fun.  Someone else want that, or is it just for you?”

“I’m off the schedule for the next couple days, so this bad boy’s all mine.”  The older-looking man smiled and folded his arms behind his head, simultaneously flexing the beefy guns and thrusting his empty panties forward.  “Turns out this CEO-with-a-pussy fantasy is a blast.  Anything you want to know about the stock market?  It’s all still rattling around up here,” Gage said, tapping his thinning hair.  “Guy sounded like he was trying to get his MBA while we fucked.”  He paused and grinned when he heard himself.  “Sorry, guess that’s still up there too.  Anything you want to do while I've got this, son,” he asked Todd, emphasizing the last word and relishing his deep, confident voice while toying with his panties.

Todd’s cock twitched while he watched his friend.  A part of him was jealous at how easily Gage could switch from altered form to altered form without ever reverting back to the wiry young man he’d first met.  Todd still felt like he needed the reset.  He was afraid that he’d fully lose himself otherwise.  “Did he want his boss to order him around, or did he want to order his boss around,” he asked.

“Oh, he wanted to call the shots,” Gage sighed, dropping onto the bed.  “Way he pounded this, he had some serious office aggression to work out.  Gotta admit…for an older, heavier guy, he lasted longer than I thought he would.  It was fun to do the whole ‘suit and tie striptease’ thing, too.  I forget what a novelty wearing clothes is.”

“Right?  It’s gonna be weird going back after all this.”  Todd looked down at his semi-hard, naked state, and then around at the small, empty room.  The customer suites could be whatever the person wanted, but the living quarters for the dolls like himself and Gage were little more than a closet with a bed they shared.  They didn’t need anything else.  The changes to their bodies made it so that they no longer required food or water, meaning they didn’t even need a bathroom.  There were showers that they shared, but, unless a client wanted otherwise, the only thing that came out of them was the seemingly endless amounts of cum.

Gage rolled his eyes.  “Ugh.  Don’t even bring that up.  I’m not at a point where I want this to end yet.”  Completely unbothered by his friend’s presence, the burly man toyed with one of his nubby new nipples while he spoke, the fingers of his other hand slipping beneath the front of his panties.

“I can see that,” Todd said, shaking his head even as his cock throbbed to full mast.

“Oh, don’t judge,” Gage chided.  “You know how it is.  They’ve got me ramped up to fuckin’ eleven over here.  Doesn’t matter how many times I cum…it’s never enough.”  He squirmed his strapping frame on the bed and pursed his lips in Todd’s direction, giving the olive-hued hunk a pleading look.  “And if you’re not gonna bring that big boy over here, what else am I gonna do?”

There was a time when Todd would have refused.  When he first arrived, his sex was limited to his clients only.  Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t fool around with Gage or any of his other coworkers in his downtime, telling himself that doing so would make him something he really wasn’t.  Now, he was all too eager to jump into bed.  Just the thought of stuffing some beefy jock-dad pussy made him groan.  “You ARE really hot like this,” Todd said, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on an elbow while he gazed at Gage’s handsome, All-American face.  He slid his other hand down Gage’s muscle gut to join with his friend’s inside the panties.  He leaned in for a kiss as he slipped his fingers inside, loving the gasp he swallowed from the other man.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck, man,” Gage sighed when he broke off the kiss.  He clutched at the sheets with his meaty hands and squirmed, occasionally arching his back whenever Todd hit a sweet spot.  “Did you…ever…think it’d be…like this…” he asked, the question punctuated by short hisses.  “I mean…I knew this place was wild…but I never thought I’d actually be…getting fingered…in some…old guy’s body…”

Todd brushed his lips against Gage’s ear before sliding down to kiss his neck.  “I didn’t know what to think,” he finally said, locking eyes with his friend.  “I just needed the money.  I barely graduated high school, you know?  Job market’s not so great out there, and my body’s the one thing I’m good with.  I thought we’d get up to some kinky shit, but this…” he leaned in for another kiss, his lips lingering against Gage’s.  “Do you ever regret it?”

“Does it look like it,” the squirming bull laughed.  “Fuck, man, I’d do this shit for free,” he panted, his slab of a chest heaving.

Todd sat up and took his time pulling Gage’s panties free, running his hands up and down the other man’s meaty thighs.  “Does that ever make you feel…” he hesitated, unsure of what he wanted to ask.  “I don’t think we ever talked about it, but before all this, were you…?”

“Gay?  No, not at all,” Gage said, sounding confused by the question.  “I jerked off with my roommate in college while we watched a porn once, but that’s about it.  You?”

Todd shook his head.  “Not even a little.”

“…and you’re feeling weird about liking this,” Gage asked, reading the expression on Todd’s face.  “And you’re wondering if you’ll still like it when you leave all this?”  The dark-haired man swallowed hard and nodded, his aching cock betraying the futility of the question.  “Hey, I get it…but really?  Who cares?  Look at me…I’m twice my age, in a meathead body with no dick, and I’m having a blast.  If you don’t want to feel bad about it, you don’t have to.”  Gage grinned and bolted upright, catching Todd off guard as he flipped the temporarily-younger man over onto his back.  He leaned in for another kiss, massaging his friend’s firm, hairy pecs as he straddled Todd’s thighs.  “And if it makes you feel better, you’re about to get some pussy.”

“MMMmmmmhhh…” Todd sighed as Gage dropped down onto his waiting pole.  His hands instinctively shot to the other man’s ample, muscled globes, instinctively kneading the plump mounds while the bigger man rocked his hips.  “Looks like…business…wasn’t the only thing…they programmed into you…”

“Nope,” Gage grinned, eliciting a grunt from Todd with a precision swivel of his waist.  “So what are you waiting for?  Let me see what that straight, jock meat can do,” he purred, raising an expectant eyebrow.

Todd took the bait.  He knew his friend was just egging him on, trying to make him feel better with the “straight jock meat” comment, and it worked.  With another grunt, he hefted Gage’s heavy frame over so that he was on top, dropping his face to just above the other man’s as he began thrusting in earnest.  “Like that?”

“GGGGnnn…god yes…” Gage moaned, his thick pecs slamming up and down from the force of Todd’s pounding.  “Ha…have you…you’ve had one of these too….right?”

Todd nodded, his stomach giving a jealous flutter as he thought back to the many times he’d been in his friend’s position.  It honestly felt better than his current role, but he still wasn’t ready to admit that.  “Not with someone skilled as me, though,” he added with a smug grin.

“Tha…that suh…sucks for…yo…you….” Gage stuttered, his eyes practically rolling back in his head.

The sight of his friend’s perfectly masculine face driven to the edge by his thrusting rod sent a rush of pride through Todd.  He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was different than the ego boost he felt when getting a woman off.  He knew firsthand how a man’s body worked, and the sight of one screaming in ecstasy because of what he did brought with it a whole other level of satisfaction.  It soothed the anxiety he felt over whether or not he should be enjoying himself as much as he was, letting him focus on nothing but the rhythmic rolling of his hips.

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Rose leaned back in her chair, shaking her head as she watched the writhing figures on screen.   Their grunting moans joined in with the dozens of others on the bank of monitors looming over the control center.  “Ooof.  Look at those two go,” she said, swiveling to face the older man seated next to her.  She drummed her fingers on the counter, her normally soft features taking on a hard edge beneath the thin wire frames of her glasses.  “Does it…” she started, hesitating.  She’d only been in her position for a few weeks, and she didn’t want to blow it.  The Dollhouse was a plush job.  As a young black woman fresh out of college, Rose had an uphill battle trying to break into the male-dominated tech world, so when she saw the open position for a programmer she’d jumped at it.  The setting was a bit odd, but her skillset was perfect, and she wasn’t in the habit of judging people.  The money was also better than anything her friends from school were making, and it would be a guaranteed resume booster, even with the somewhat risqué subject matter.  But now she was having second thoughts.  “…ever get less weird?”

The balding, heavyset man gave a sympathetic smile, shrugging.  “Less weird?  Not really,” Stan said, running a hand over the shiny patch in the center of his scalp.  “But you get used to it.  Trust me…I’ve been here for almost fifteen years now.  You stop being shocked by what people are in to.”

“It’s not that.”  Rose gestured at the string of code cycling across the monitor next to the one that displayed the humping men.  “I just didn’t expect them to be so real.”

“Ah,” Stan said, taking a sip of his perpetually-tepid coffee.  “That trips up a lotta the rookies.”

“I mean, look at this one.  ‘Todd’?  It doesn’t know it’s just a robot at all.  It really thinks it’s a formerly straight jock.  It’s literally wrestling with internalized homophobia.  And I think those two really like each other.”

“Yeah, and last month it probably thought it was a fabulously flamboyant ex-dancer or something.  It’s always changing.  That’s the point.  That “struggle” is going to come through in its actions, whether it realizes it or not.  There are a whole lotta people who pay just for that level of detail.  And of course it seems like they like each other!  These dolls are the most lifelike simulations in the world…why do you think this place can get away with charging so much?”

“I guess I just feel, I don’t know, bad for them,” Rose said, her voice quiet.

“Just means you did a good job, kid.  After all, you’re the one who wrote that code, and hell, even I’m impressed,” Stan laughed.  “But seriously, don’t feel bad.  They’re no different than your toaster.  And besides, their whole existence is nothing but a constant string of pleasure…I can think of worse fates than that.”

“Sure,” Rose said, forcing a smile before swiveling away and turning her attention back to the monitors.