Crack the Code, ch. 7: Walkin' After Midnight (Patreon)

Colin looked down at his open shirt and sighed.  It was going to be one of those dreams.  His back was to the classroom, so he didn’t know if he was about to expose himself to all of his students or just one in particular.  He guessed the latter, that’s usually how these things went, though he occasionally found himself in the sights of someone more adventurous.

Colin had been horrified the first few times he’d been dropped in this specific scenario.  He hadn’t exactly relished any of them in the beginning, but the idea of stripping bare and indulging in erotic ecstasies in front of his students had been particularly difficult for the modest professor.  The head of the class was where he spent the most of his time, and the dreams were so vivid that it was nearly impossible to tell them apart from reality.  So in one of those first dream lectures, when he’d shucked his pants mid-class, bent over the desk and begged a particular fratboy to fuck him senseless right there and then, Colin had still thought it was all actually happening. It wasn’t until he came to in his own bed afterward, the sheets disheveled and his naked frame covered in his own releases, that he remembered it had all been a dream.

It was hard for him to use that term for the hyper-realistic episodes, as he felt it downplayed just how vivid they were.  Colin didn’t know if they were as intense for his partners, but for him there was no difference between the way he experienced the waking world and the way he did the dreams.  There was no surreal dilation of time.  There was no hazy incoherence.  And there was no forgetting any of it when he awoke.  Though he still physically felt like he got a full night’s sleep, mentally he’d been at it for hours, or days, or sometimes longer depending on the person’s specific fantasy.  He could still taste them, could still feel the ghosts of their touch as if it had all been real.

Which made class awkward to navigate.  Though it was just a dream to the student who’d been fantasizing, Colin had to look at them for several hours each week and pretend that he didn’t know what their cock felt like in his mouth, or in his ass, or what they sounded like in the throes of passion.  While their specific desires dictated the setting and the shape he took in their dreams, Colin knew that he was experiencing his partners as they actually were in the waking world.  Sometimes they changed shape and proportion as well, but the professor knew to his core that what he saw wasn’t an interpretation formed in his own mind but an accurate reflection.  It was an intimate knowledge, a voyeuristic peek behind the curtain that made the professor feel like he was the one violating them and not the other way around.

Considering that it was an earlier attempt at peeking behind the curtain that had set everything in motion, it made a sick kind of sense.  Colin hadn’t sought information on the supposed “Code Breaker” out of malice, but out of intellectual curiosity.  He was a professor of Computer Science with a focus in quantum computing, so of course something like AB Analytics, and someone like the Code Breaker, would ping on his radar.  He’d heard whispers of the shadowy, miraculous organization for years, and he was specifically interested in the amazing system that supposedly made it all possible.  But while Colin’s research would turn up hints and bread crumbs, it always led to a dead end.  He’d been trained well enough, and had enough experience with seeking information, to know what it looked like when something had been scrubbed.  And that was the overall feeling Colin had whenever he looked into the Code Breaker or one of his clients.  It was as if they’d been wiped clean, but whoever had done the wiping hadn’t been quite thorough enough, leaving behind random snippets and bits of information that no longer made sense.  AB Analytics itself kept popping up all over the place, always with a paper trail and records that made it seem well established in that location, until it would vanish and reappear with the same background somewhere else.

And it wasn’t just a clever falsification of records.  Colin had talked to people who swore that the company had been around for years, only to follow up with them later and discover that they now had no memory of it whatsoever.  On multiple occasions he’d even forgotten himself, but a scrap of a note that hadn’t been scrubbed from his research would sometimes remain as a record of his recent efforts.  It was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.  The fact that his own materials were being altered, even analog, handwritten notes, implied that everything Colin had heard about the Code Breaker was actually true.  It wasn’t just an online cover-up or urban legend; the world actually was being reshaped and altered on a continual basis.

In retrospect, Colin knew he should have tread more carefully.  The sheer immensity of the power he’d discovered should have sparked a greater level of caution, but he’d been too caught up in the thrill of the chase.  A lifelong seeker of knowledge, there was no way someone like him could have simply let such a find go, especially out of something as unimportant as self preservation.  Now halfway through his thirties, Colin had spent the bulk of the past two decades filling his nimble brain with as much information as he could, and the Code Breaker threatened all of that.  The impossible actions contradicted everything Colin thought he knew about how the world worked.  He wasn’t trying to stake a claim in the potential earth-shaking discovery out of ego; he just needed to know the truth.

Somehow, the Code Breaker sensed that, and instead of erasing Colin or the meager knowledge he’d acquired, the curious professor was given a glimpse of what he sought.  It came in the form of a curt, short email, no more than a few sentences, but Colin’s life had never been the same.  Since the professor was so desperate to know, the message read, he could experience the full scope of what was possible.  Though, since their arrangement was merely a fact-finding expedition, those experiences wouldn’t manifest the way they did for others, at least not all of them.

Colin had no idea what that meant until he’d finished reading the brief message for the third time, his heart a jackhammer in his chest.  He’d pushed away from his desk to pace nervously around his small office but only made it to his feet before the changes were immediately apparent.  The first thing he noticed was his clothing.  Instead of loose and unremarkable his button-down had become stylish and form-fitting, as had the formerly baggy chinos that now clung tightly to his lower half.  But more surprising was the discovery of a form for them to fit to in the first place.  Given that his pursuits had always leaned more towards the intellectual than the athletic, Colin’s body had always hovered around average.  He was neither too heavy nor too thin, and while he could pass for handsome upon a brief inspection, his face was as unremarkable as the rest of him.

That all changed in the few minutes it had taken to read and re-read the email.  Colin hadn’t known whether he should be thrilled or horrified when he’d looked down at the obvious, prominent pecs pushing out against his new shirt, complete with suggested nipples, and the drastic taper to his midsection below.  Ample muscle strained visibly beneath the sleeves at the slightest movement of his arms, and Colin had blushed when he’d finally noticed the large, perky cheeks filling out the back of his altered bottoms as the fabric stretched around his newly-muscled thighs.  Like the pert nubs at his chest, the front of his clinging pants more than hinted at what lurked inside, an embarrassingly obvious improvement to the subpar endowment Colin formerly sported.  The other obvious improvement had occurred above his shoulders, a discovery that was made when the stunned professor had picked up his phone to get a look at his now-stunning face.  His features had been as refined as the rest of his body, with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, plump lips, distinguished nose, and a thick wavy coif the color of tarnished bronze, all capped by an expertly maintained layer of stubble.

Colin had no idea how to respond, and he’d been both grateful and concerned to find himself on autopilot.  Instead of panicking and running from the office he’d acted like everything was entirely normal, and, to his surprise, so did everyone else. None of his coworkers or students at the time had so much as batted an eye at his altered appearance, though Colin quickly noticed those eyes lingering in his direction.  As someone who’d never given much thought to his looks in the first place it was jarring to feel such obvious lust projected his way, and the flustered professor was further embarrassed by the realization that he seemed to be flaunting his sudden superiority.

That embarrassment grew as the day had progressed and Colin began to discover just how much of a show he was willing to put on.  He’d never spent much time at the university’s fitness center, but as soon as his classes were done for the day the now-hunky professor had found himself strolling across campus with an impossibly familiar gym bag flung over a broadened shoulder.  When he’d stepped inside that first time it suddenly felt like coming home, the musky melange of sweat and bleach sparking an incongruent set of sense memories that told him he’d spent a significant amount of time here despite knowing the opposite to be true.  But, though he screamed at himself internally, Colin hadn’t displayed the slightest bit of hesitation when he sauntered into the bustling locker room and casually disrobed.  A few trips to the bathroom had already informed him of the bright, skimpy little sport briefs that had replaced his boxers, along with the girthy new equipment they contained, but the mortified professor hadn’t anticipated that he’d be showing that discovery off.  Yet there he’d stood, lingering in his exposed perfection as he took his time folding his clothes and putting them away in a locker.  He’d known on a logical level that the athletic body he’d been gifted with was every bit as impressive as the virile young ones around him, even moreso considering that he had at least a decade on most of the competition, but Colin didn’t feel that way.  In his head he was the same slightly dumpy man he’d always been, who hadn’t publicly exposed himself in such a manner since high school.

It only got worse.  The clothing Colin pulled from the bag was as revealing as the briefs, a small pair of white, mid-thigh mesh shorts and a cropped, crimson tank-top that left nothing to the imagination.  As he’d gone through the exercises that he’d somehow learned to perform, the altered professor could feel the eyes on him like the beads of sweat that trickled down his chiseled frame.  He caught man after man staring at his plump new bubble, or taking a quick glance down at his outlined bulge, or lingering a bit too long on his glistening pec cleavage and the wiry hairs that spread out in a light dusting from the center.  It was both aggressive and alarming in the way the men, and only men, didn’t even try to hide it, but instead of calling out the behavior all Colin did was smile and lean into it.

He encouraged it.  When he’d finished lifting, Colin had further surprised himself by sauntering back into the locker room and stripping all the way down before confidently strutting naked over to the showers.  He’d given himself a quick rinse and then reversed course, but instead of dressing himself he’d slipped into an equally tiny speedo and hit the pool.  After a few exhibitionist laps he’d made his way back into the locker room, got naked again, and lingered in the sauna before taking his time in the showers.  Even when he’d arrived at home that evening, Colin had no reprieve.  Not only had he found himself stripping down to his briefs again, he’d discovered his entire wardrobe had been similarly altered, leaving him with nothing but tight revealing pieces.  Not that he intended to wear any of them.  As the sun set Colin had left his blinds open, giving anyone who passed by on the relatively busy sidewalk a clear view of the underwear-clad stud’s activities inside.

That first night was the beginning of his understanding behind his newfound exhibitionism.  Given what he knows now, it made sense to the polished professor that his initial dream took him back to the gym.  He’d only had a single class that day, things were just warming up as far as his students went, and after the display he’d provided on the floor and in the locker room it was only natural that someone would have been thinking about him.

He’d been both mortified and confused when his awareness had shifted from his bedroom back to the pool.  He didn’t understand how he’d suddenly traveled from his bedroom to the fitness center, nor had he known where the strange swimwear had come from.  Instead of the blue speedo he’d worn earlier, Colin found himself gawking down at a skimpy, floral-print bikini bottom that tied at the sides.  More alarming, though, was the small little nub that pushed out against the front instead of the inflated hose he’d recently acquired.  The rest of his body still appeared the way it had been made that afternoon, but his own appearance became an afterthought when he finally looked up and saw the young man pulling himself over the ledge and out of the pool.  He couldn’t have been beyond his early twenties, far younger than anyone Colin would have gone for, and confusingly attractive for a man.  Colin had always recognized when another man was handsome, but not only had he never felt such a longing for one, he wasn’t sure the dripping stranger would have qualified in the first place.  The young man was squarely average, with a heavy build and an unremarkable face, yet the addled professor had felt like he was staring at beauty itself.

Colin was a passenger in his own, twice-altered body as the fantasy played out. He’d only been able to watch as he strutted over and flexed and pawed at the thick young stranger, his shrunken cock throbbing painfully.  The sight of the reduced organ should have been shocking when the younger man finally untied his bottoms and let it spring free, but all Colin had done was giggle and fawn while his new friend tweaked it condescendingly.  The other man’s cock would have been below average in most other contexts, but when Colin dropped to his knees and swallowed it whole he’d been nothing but impressed.  The same when he’d finally dropped onto his back and lifted his legs into the air to let the young man inside.  He’d never done anything like it.  He wasn’t very sexually active to begin with, and he screamed at himself internally, but he’d never felt anything better.  His ecstatic howls echoed around the empty pool area, and it wasn’t until after he woke up that Colin marveled at just how vivid it had all been.  The wet tile against his back, the chlorine smell, the young man slamming into him, his tiny cock spraying like a geyser; it all felt like it was really happening.  And though it had been alarming in the moment, Colin was grateful for the experience of his shrunken cock because it was the only thing that assured him he hadn’t actually blacked out, left the house, and gone through the whole scenario for real.

He wasn’t always so lucky.  The next night, after spending a full day in front of his students with his enhanced figure accentuated by his revealing new wardrobe, Colin had found himself back in the classroom.  Like the previous evening when he’d suddenly appeared by the pool, there’d been another moment of panicked disorientation as the shocked stud came to his senses naked and hard in front of a packed audience.  Though his body appeared unaltered, Colin was mortified by the fact that he so openly displayed it, especially the way he casually stroked his log of a cock while delivering his lecture.  He’d tried to stop himself, but all he could do was go through the motions, his presentation punctuated by occasional grunts and moans as he brought himself just to the brink over and over.  He’d always stop right before cumming, leaving his pole oozing and aching.  Whenever he’d had to turn his back, Colin flexed and bounced his enlarged cheeks, continuing the obscene display until right before class ended and he came like a howling, spasming hydrant.  And because the class had been full he had no way to tell which of his students had been having the fantasy, though it had taken several more dreams for the addled professor to realize that was the mechanic at work.

As the days unfolded and he found himself in classrooms, offices, locker rooms, dorms, and frat houses, Colin slowly put the pieces together.  When he began to recognize more and more of his students and fellow faculty members it became clear exactly what the Code Breaker had done.  Colin’s suspicions were further cemented when he tried to use his impressive physique to land a partner in the waking world, only to be curtly rebuffed every time.  It didn’t matter if he tried to pick up a man or a woman.  Despite knowing they’d just been intently gazing at him, whenever Colin approached a potential hookup they immediately denied his advances.  He’d been confused at first as to why the Code Breaker had given him his beautiful new body, but then it all began to make a twisted kind of sense.

It was the foundation for their dreams.  He wasn’t a blank canvas so much as a coloring book.  There was enough of an outline to get someone started, but it was still easy to go outside the lines and make a unique image all their own.  He’d been fashioned into an object of desire with an air of permanent unattainability, a fertile field for others to sow their somnambulistic seeds.  Colin didn’t sleepwalk in the traditional sense, but he traveled far and wide every night, embodying the fruits of those fantastical, lustful labors.

A part of him wished he could hate what had been done, but after months of leaping from dream to dream and body to body, he’d grown to love it.  Colin didn’t dread the nightly encounters anymore; he longed for them.  As someone who’d always quested for knowledge, he’d come to recognize the gift he’d been given.  He got to experience things that no one else did, or even could.  He’d been every shape and size. He’d been fifteen years younger, and fifteen years older.  He’d been rail thin and soft and round.  He’d been everywhere between six inches and sixteen feet tall.  He’d had tits.  He’d had a pussy.  He’d had too many limbs and none at all.  He’d been bound, chained, suspended, led around on his knees like a dog, diapered, tattooed, penetrated from every angle, dressed in every kind of lingerie and fetish gear imaginable, all in an unending parade of roles from dominant to submissive and everything in between.  He’d been a professor, a frat boy, a dumb jock, a house wife, a himbo pool boy, a husband, a daddy, a stripper, a twink, all while dutifully playing his part whether it was vanilla, wholesome or raunchy.

The hardest part now was remembering that he wasn’t always dreaming.  After getting railed for several hours by the doughy blonde young man in his morning class, Colin had to remind himself that he couldn’t actually walk up to him and whip his student’s dick out in front of everyone the way they had the night before.  He had to constantly remind himself that he couldn’t start disrobing or jerking off in public, regardless of how horny he was.  At least during the day.

At night, like now, he was free to stand at the head of the class with his shirt open.  Colin grinned when he turned from the board, feeling the increased weight at his backside as he moved.  Instead of a full room there was only Danny, a stocky, dark-skinned wall of muscle from his Thursday afternoon class.  The young man was on the university’s football team, and Colin had been wondering when he’d show up in the brawny jock’s dreams.  He’d caught the wide-jawed, broad-shouldered stud staring at his ass several times, which would explain the excessive cheeks currently spilling out of Colin’s ill-fitting pants.  “Danny…are you paying attention,” the older man purred.

“Kinda hard when you’re dressed like that,” the younger man said, his voice smug.

Colin responded by slowly shrugging out of the shirt, flexing his sculpted torso in the process.  “Is this better?”

“Keep going and we’ll see,” Danny grunted.

Colin tuned back to the board but only made it a step before a loud tear erupted from the rear of his pants, followed by a sudden rush of air.  He gave an exaggerated gasp as the tattered chinos fell away, revealing an equally plumped package between his sturdy thighs.  Instead of turning or covering himself, Colin casually stepped out of the useless pants and kept his back turned to resume what he’d been doing at the board.  He felt his hips start to pop and sway immediately, the improbable bubble bouncing and clapping with the slightest movement.  After a few moments the intensity of that rippling motion increased until Colin was fully twerking, his thickened girder of a cock slapping up against his abs.  “I’m…I’m sorry, Danny,” he moaned, turning to show the younger man his engorged member.  “These juicy cakes have a mind of their own…and when they get going there’s nothing I can do but work this fat professor cock,” he whimpered, stroking the oozing log.  “Does anyone want to help me out for some extra credit?”  Colin had long since stopped feeling embarrassed over the way he talked in the scenarios.  It was his voice, but they weren’t actually his words.

“I got you, Prof,” Danny said, his tented gym shorts leading the way as he hopped up from his desk and spun the older man back around.

“OoooOOohhHHH DaaAAaaaNNnnyyYYY,” Colin howled, his voice a cracking wail when the young man draped himself against his back and thrust inside.  Part of the younger man’s fantasy was apparently for it to feel good, and the penetrated professor felt every ounce of that enhanced ecstasy.  “Gi…give it…give it to meeeEEEEE…!”  Colin broke off in a piercing cry, pushed beyond words.  He spent the rest of the time grunting and thrashing while Danny pumped on his fattened cock and slammed into his pillowy cheeks with his own impressive member.  Colin loved the sensation of the younger man’s excessive bulk pinning him against the wall, and he felt a fresh thrill when he heard the door to the classroom open and saw the entire football team come streaming in.

It was going to be a long night.