Chapter 2: Rising Action
The sleek, minimalistic interior of the apartment felt foreign to Nick as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room in awe. The plush velvet couch, the delicate orchids perched on the metallic coffee table, the lush curtains draped elegantly by the enormous windows. The host had done well in providing them with a luxurious living space to accommodate their new and improved selves.
Nick took a deep breath, the scent of new leather chairs and fresh paint filling his nostrils as he surveyed the scene before him.
Two king-sized beds, side by side, were stationed in the center of the room, with various high-tech gadgets and equipment scattered across the smooth wooden floor. Michael was laying on one of the beds, a horrified expression etched onto his new and highly muscular face as he looked up at Nick.
From Nick's perspective, Michael was now a desired specimen of masculinity. Handsome, chiseled, and towering over him at a staggering 2.35 meters .
He was built like a brick wall, his muscles ripple with an intimidating force. His dark hair was shaved close to his scalp, leaving a bare and shining dome. A short beard graced his jawline, giving him a rugged and masculine appearance.
Michael's green eyes were wide with fear and apprehension as he stared at his towering form. But Nick couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement ignite within his chest. He had always had a thing for big muscular men, and Michael was the epitome of his fantasies.
He was massive and imposing, and despite the fear and apprehension that was written all over his face, Michael was still the sexiest man Nick had ever laid eyes on.
Nick gulped, feeling a wave of heat and excitement wash over him as he took in Michael’s new physique. His eyes lingered on Michael’s chest, his new muscles hard and defined, the skin stretched smooth and flawless over his enormous frame. His pecs looked like a pair of stone slabs, carved to perfection and glistening with sweat under the harsh studio lights.
His biceps bulged supernaturally, teasing Nick with each tense muscle flex. Nick couldn't help but run his fingers along the sculpted muscles of Michael’s arms, feeling the heat of his skin radiate with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.
"You look amazing, Michael." Nick murmured, trying to hide his nervousness behind a pretense of confidence.
Michael remained quiet, his usually tense countenance replaced with an uneasy trance.
His eyes lingered on Nick, but not with the spark of attraction Nick was hoping for. Instead, it was a pained stare, full of regret and mortification.
"Let me show you two around the apartment," The Host interjected, his tone chipper and commanding as he guided them through the living space.
The plush velvet couch sat in the center of the main room, accompanied by a sleek glass coffee table loaded with various technological devices that seemed otherworldly to Nick.
The enormous windows ran from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, giving them a picturesque view of the sprawling metropolis. The host waved his hand towards it, indicating that this was their newly assigned home.
“This is quite the luxurious lifestyle” Nick murmured, impressed by the elaborate design of the apartment.
The host flashed him an enigmatic smile, his yellowing teeth stark against his dark skin. “It’s a taste of what’s to come” was all he said, before departing with a pat on Michael's arm.
The apartment’s high ceiling was perfect for Michael’s new stature h would not be able to fit into any normal apartment.
Nick sat on one of the two king-sized beds that replaced the couches and other furniture that would definitely not be practical for Michael. The beds were pushed together, and an array of high-tech devices laid scattered alongside them.
The host gave Nick a devious smile. “Well, looks like you finally got your ideal partner.”
Nick faked a laugh as he tried to avoid eye contact with the host and Michael. Seeing Michael’s face contort in fear and confusion, it felt like a punch to the stomach.
The blissful feeling of excitement that had washed over Nick when he first saw Michael’s transformed body dissipated immediately. Nick felt a wave of remorse and regret for what he had done. He wanted to roll back the clock, to undo this whole scenario, to have his old, timid, awkward self back.
But the moment passed quickly, and he was once again captivated by Michael’s muscular, chiseled form. Michael looked around the room, still not amused.
“I’ll leave you two alone now” the host waved goodbye and left the room.
“I’m sore all over.
Just let me rest for a bit.” Michael groaned as he lay onto one of the king-size beds, his muscles aching from the rapid transformation his body had undergone.
Michael’s body was now an imposing figure, reaching new heights with his extraordinary height, thick muscles, and massive libido.
Nick watched in amazement, feeling a strange mixture of pleasure and guilt at the sight of his new and improved partner.
Nick sat down on the other twin bed. Taking off his shoes.
Meanwhile Michael grunted with pain, he carefully slipped off the handtailored denim shorts. Revealing his gigantic bulge Nick stared at the beast between Michael’s legs, it looked absolutely gargantuan. He felt a shiver of fear and excitement crawl up his spine.
“Can we please not focus on that right now?” Michael asked, sounding tired and defeated. He turned away from Nick, hiding his red face in the plush pillows.
Nick swallowed, feeling uncomfortable. Michael was clearly not in the mood for any sexual activities. Still, Nick couldn't help but stare at the man-mountain that he had created.
The way the sheets hugged Michael's huge muscles, it was a sight to behold.
"Nick, can you please pass me the water bottle on the table?" Michael called out, breaking the silence. Nick snapped out of his trance and did as he was asked. Michael slowly drank the water, panting softly.
"Thanks," Michael muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted uncomfortably under the sheet, trying to find a more comfortable position.
Nick sighed and tried to make small talk.
"So, uh, you know, you look... different. But good, I mean." He stumbled over his words, feeling awkward and out of place.
Michael didn't respond. Instead, he rolled onto his side, facing away from Nick and towards the window, staring blankly at the cityscape below. Nick could see the tension radiating off of him, and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He wished he could take back what he had done.
Nick tried again. "Look, I know this is all...
different. I know this is all very… surreal. I mean, I never expected this to happen. I didn't sign up for this." Michael's voice was soft and laced with sadness. Nick felt a pang of guilt wash over him, knowing that he had played a part in changing Michael's life forever.
"I just wanted to be myself, and now... now I look like this." Michael sighed heavily and buried his face in his hands.
"I'm sorry." Nick mumbled.
“It’s not your fault. The glasses made it seem like I consented. That show.. I thought they would give me a new purpose. But they tricked us . They tricked me." Michael’s voice was filled with anguish. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”
Nick felt his stomach twist into knots. It was true, they had both been used as pawns in the sick and twisted game that the host had created. The idea of having his ‘ideal partner’ had seemed like a dream at first - but now it was turning into a nightmare.
"Listen, Michael," Nick began, trying to suppress the waver in his voice. "We have to stick together.
We can't let the host and his manipulative games dictate our lives. We're more than just a pair of physical attributes. We have our own dreams, goals, and ambitions. I know this is hard to digest right now, but we have to find a way to turn this around. We have to make the best of this situation and find a way to get our original selves back."
Michael looked at Nick with a newfound respect. His voice was filled with determination and strength.
"You're right.
I shouldn't let my outward appearance define who I am." Michael replied, his voice stronger and more confident.
Nick smiled, relieved that Michael had finally seen through the Host's manipulation. They were in this together, and there was no going back now.
“Look Nick, we both willingly signed our free will away. Now we have to deal with the consequences”. Michael said sotfly. His voice raspy.
Nick didnt know how to respond, the silence hung heavy in the air.
“So.. you’re really into all of this?” Michael moved his hand up and down feeling his sculpted pecs and new abs. “All the muscle stuff?”
Michael gave Nick a sudden, unexpected smile, the corners of his lips curling up revealing fresh, white teeth. But there was a sadness in his green eyes that drew Nick in, making him want to say something comforting, reassuring -- but Nick couldn't seem to find the right words.
“Yeah,” Nick finally murmured, unable to pull his gaze away from Michael's mesmerizing eyes. “You look like... I don’t know, a statue, or something.”
Michael stared back at him, a slight blush coming to his cheeks.
"So you're into the muscle?" he asked, seeming to finally relax a little.
Nick nodded nervously. "Yes, I guess you could say that."
He swallowed hard, unsure of where to go from here. This was all moving so fast, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. But there was something about Michael that drew him in, something that scared him yet excited him at the same time.
Michael leaned forward, his body tense. "Are you... are you going to touch me?" he murmured, his voice husky.
Nick was taken aback by the sudden advance, but he managed to compose himself. He sat up and leaned in closer to Michael, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I, uhm...I didn't expect this to happen so soon." Nick stuttered, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety wash over him.
Michael's gaze met Nick's, and they shared a moment of understanding.
"Neither did I," Michael replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
As Nick reached for Michael's sculpted bicep, he found himself overwhelmed with emotions. This was really happening. He was touching Michael, and the sensation was unlike anything he had felt before. The heat radiating from Michael's body sent tingles of anticipation through him.
Without thinking, Nick leaned in and kissed Michael deeply, the musky scent of his body filling Nick's senses. Michael responded eagerly, wrapping a strong arm around Nick's waist and pulling him closer.
Their lips explored each other passionately, as much desperation as desire in the kiss. Nick could feel Michael's muscle-bound body pressed against his own slight frame, the contrast between them fueling his half-formed fantasies.
“Stop.” Michael pulled Nick away. “This is wrong, it’s because you changed my libido. I can’t control myself like this” he looks up at his briefs, now a big wet stain on them. He starts pulling off his sleek, tight tank top, revealing his new physique even further. He’s built like a Greek god, towering over me with his imposing body.
Michael grunts in pain as he tries to remove his briefs. His appendage still red and swollen. Nick felt a pang of remorse wash over him as Michael struggled with the tight briefs. "I'm so sorry, Michael. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't realize how intense these changes would be." Nick said earnestly, taking a step back.
Michael's face contorted in frustration as he finally managed to remove his briefs, leaving him laying naked in front of Nick. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his short, dark hair. "I'm not mad at you, Nick. But this is...
a lot to take in. I need time to process everything."
Nick nodded, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He had been worried that Michael would be angry with him, but it was clear that he was just as overwhelmed and confused as Nick.
He looked at Michael, taking in the sculpted lines of his broad shoulders and muscular chest. Nick couldn't deny that he was attracted to Michael's new form, but he also knew that this wasn't the way he wanted things to happen.
“Look Nick, you seem like a nice guy. But I’m not gay. I’m a devoted christian, I want a wife and kids and.. uughh” Michael moaned. “Fuck why did you have to turn me into such a horny beast. Getting a hard on hurts like a bitch”. Michael’s voice was full of agony.
Nick didn't know what to say, so he just sat there awkwardly, watching as Michael tried to come to terms with his new body.
“Look, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Nick muttered, guilt seeping into his every word.
“It’s okay.” Michael said, sitting up and taking a deep breath. “It’s just a lot for me to process right now. I need time to adjust.”
Nick nodded. “I understand.”
“Just do one favor for me. And this is not gay.. or anything. I need.. release. And my body is too sore for me to be jacking off right now. My arms hurt, everthing hurts”. Michael muttered. He looked so vulnerable laying there, his muscles glistening with sweat.
Nick couldn't resist the urge to touch him. He reached out a hesitant hand, gently brushing it against Michael's washboard abs. The muscle beneath his fingers twitched in response, sending a ripple of power through Nick's arm. Michael let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut.
"I'll take care of you," Nick whispered, feeling a fierce protectiveness swell within him.
He leaned over Michael, his hand now firmly planted on the other man's abdomen. He could feel Michael's heart pounding beneath his fingertips, his own pulse quickening in response.
Nick slowly trailed his hand downwards, watching as Michael's muscles contracted and relaxed in anticipation. He reached the waistband of Michael's briefs and hesitated for a moment, glancing up at the other man's face. Michael's eyes were still closed, his breathing heavy and erratic.
Nick hesitated, unsure of whether he should continue, but he knew that Michael needed release. He slowly unsnapped the briefs, revealing Michael's impressive erection. Nick felt a wave of heat rise up within him, and he struggled to maintain his composure.
Michael groaned loudly as Nick gently wrapped his hand around his member, marveling at its size and hardness. He began to stroke Michael. “Ouch” Michael winced in pain. “It still hurts from the operation. Please go slow” Michael pleaded, his eyes still tightly shut.
Nick’s movements slowed to a gentle pace, his touch light and tender. Michael let out quiet sighs of relief as he gave in to the sensations coursing through his body.
As Nick continued to stroke Michael, he marveled at the man’s impressive physique, his muscles tensing and relaxing with every movement. He was overwhelmed with an unyielding desire to run his hands all over Michael’s new body, tracing every line and curve that defined his massive form.
Michael let out a contented sigh, his muscles tensing and relaxating under Nick's careful touch.
Nick couldn’t help but feel a small sense of relief wash over him - he was glad that he could at least make Michael feel good amidst all the chaos they had been thrown into.
As he continued to pleasure Michael, the silence of the room was only interrupted by the sound of their combined heavy breathing.
Nick was lost in the moment, and for a while, he forgot about the bizarre circumstances brought upon them.
Nick studied Michael's face for a moment, lingering on his eyes - they were still filled with a mix of guilt and pain. It was getting clearer that Michael was not fully comfortable with his new self, and it took a toll on him.
"It’s okay," Nick said hesitantly. “This is not gay, it’s just medicinal”. Michael mumbled, his voice full of exhaustion. This is not how Nick envisioned their first real conversation. He was still trying to process the rapid transformation that Michael had undergone. And now, he was sitting here, pleasuring him in a way that he had never done before.
Nick felt a strange mixture of pleasure and discomfort. His attraction to Michael’s new physique was undeniable, but the fact that this was happening because of the host's cruel games made him feel uneasy.
After easing Michael down, Nick took a moment to catch his breath. The sexual encounter left Nick with a mix of emotions. He was overwhelmed by the power he held over Michael and the new levels of attraction that this transformation had unlocked.
However, he also felt a deep sense of regret and guilt. He never wanted this to happen, especially not in such a reckless and impulsive manner. He knew that he needed to address this reality with Michael and find a way to regain control of their lives, without falling victim to the host’s manipulations again.
Nick turned his attention back to the bed, where Michael was now lying exhausted and pillow-covered, a sleepy grin playing on his face.
"Hey," Nick whispered, sitting next to Michael on the edge of the bed. Michael muttered something incoherent in response, his eyes heavy with sleep. Nick brushed a stray lock of Michael's dark hair away from his forehead and watched as it bounced back into place.
The same soul resided within his frame, even if it was wrapped up in a muscular exterior now.
"I'm here for you," Nick whispered, gazing into Michael's half-closed eyes. Michael murmured something that Nick couldn't understand before drifting off to sleep.
For a while, Nick stayed there, listening to Michael's peaceful breathing. It was strange, the situation, but also sort of comforting.
Nick lay in bed, still wrapped in a warm embrace from their recent encounter, and watched as Michael's chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths. Nick had never felt this close to anyone before, not even during his school days when he'd been the quiet, withdrawn one who preferred reading books to making friends.
Something had changed between them. It was obvious in the way Michael had turned towards Nick in vulnerability earlier, his demeanor no longer rigid and stoic but full of uncertainty and doubt.
Nick moved away from Michael, giving him some space. He turned his back to the sleeping giant and closed his eyes. Even though Michael didn’t want to be his husband Nick wished they could somehow work it out. Even if it was wrong to change someone to achieve that. Nick closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Michael didnt want to be Nicks husband, but by law he technically signed himself away. Now Nicks property. But Nick wanted their love to be genuine, not being stuck with someone who didn’t even love him in the first place.
He glanced over his shoulder at Michael, who was now fast asleep. His face looked so peaceful, the tension and guilt from earlier replaced with a peaceful slumber. Nick couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
He knew that Michael was under a lot of stress, and that he was probably regretting every decision that had led him to this point. Nick wanted to talk to him, to tell him that everything would be okay, but he knew that Michael needed his sleep. So, instead, he swallowed his words and simply watched over him.
Nick lay there with Michael for the rest of the day until dusk settled over the apartment, and still he didn’t dare move, his gaze fixed on the man beside him.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for Michael, knowing that he, Nick, had a role in the events that led to his current condition.
A few hours passed, and the sun had already set outside, painting soft hues of pink and orange across the night sky as the windows illuminated the room with warm, inviting light. Nick continued to watch over Michael until his eyes grew heavier and heavier. And he fell into a deep slumber.
The next morning..
Nick woke up to the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon , his stomach grumbling in response. He sat up and glanced at the clock, wincing at the bright digital numbers staring back at him. It was already 9 AM, and he couldn’t remember the last time he slept in this late.
He turned to look at Michael's side of the bed, a pang of disappointment hitting him when he saw that it was empty. He must have already gotten up. Nick sighed and swung his legs over the bed, rubbing his eyes as he stood up and stretched.
He opened the door to the kitchen to find Michael wearing just an apron and baking eggs. He seemed to be in a good mood. The apron didn’t fit his giant body well, the tie section hanging loosely around his waist as he cooked with ease. Nick's heart swelled with warmth, seeing Michael in a less tense state. "Morning, Nick." He nodded his head towards the tray of eggs he had prepared.
Nick's stomach growled in response as he walked over and sat at the counter. "That smells delicious."
"I tried to make something we both might enjoy." Michael said, pouring two cups of coffee. He handed one to Nick and slid him a dish filled with perfectly cooked scrambled eggs.
Nick sat down across from Michael and started eating.
"So, um, Michael..." Nick began hesitantly. "I wanted to talk to you about yesterday... Everything that happened."
Michael took a sip of his coffee, his eyes focused on the steaming brew. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about some things”
he began, his voice quiet and measured.
Nick swallowed, unsure of where this conversation would lead. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" he asked, keeping his tone casual and nonjudgmental.
"It's about the... changes." Michael's voice faltered, and Nick could hear the distress in it.
"Yeah, I know we probably should have discussed this sooner," Nick said, trying to take the lead in the conversation.
Michael nodded, a strained expression on his face. "I haven't been able to shake off this feeling of...
it's about the changes." He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I've been thinking a lot lately about what happened, and I... I have an idea." Michael's voice was tentative, almost nervous. Nick felt a chill run down his spine, wondering what could possibly be going through Michael's mind.
"What idea?" Nick asked, his tone cautious.
"I want to ask the Host to give me control over your body." Michael's words hung heavy in the air, causing Nick's heart to race.
"What?!" Nick exclaimed, shocked and horrified. "No way! That's crazy, Michael! I never meant for this to happen to you, and I certainly don't want to have control over your body!"
Michael looked at Nick with pleading eyes. "But it's fair, isn't it?
You changed me into this muscular, dominant version of myself, and I have needs too. I want a wife, a partner, someone to share my life with. And who better than you?"
Nick felt his heart drop into his stomach as he listened to Michael's words. He had never considered the possibility of being turned into a woman, let alone becoming Michael's wife. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"But Michael, I'm not sure if I'm ready for that kind of change," Nick said hesitantly. "I'm still trying to come to terms with your transformation, and now you want me to become a woman?"
Michael looked at him with a determined expression. "I know it's a lot to take in, but think about it. We already have a connection, and we're in this together.
But I don't want to be your wife, Michael. I don't want to be anyone's wife."
Michael's face fell, and he looked at Nick with confusion and disappointment.
"I don't understand, Nick. You've seen me change, and you've experienced me in a way that no one else has. I thought we had something special. I thought we could make it work."
Nick hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain his feelings. He didn't want to hurt Michael, but he couldn't ignore the truth.
"I do care about you, Michael. I do. But I can't be what you want me to be. I can't be your wife. I want to be gay, and I don't want to be a woman.
I want to be myself, the person I was before all this happened. And I want the same for you, Michael."
Michael looked at him with a pained expression, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "But what if I can't be myself again? What if this is who I am now, and I have to accept it?"
Nick reached out and took Michael's hand, squeezing it gently. "You can still be yourself, Michael. You're still the same person inside. You just have a different body now. And I'll be here for you, no matter what."
Michael looked down at their intertwined hands, his expression thoughtful. "But what about the Host? He has so much power over us. What if he doesn't let us go back to who we were?"
Nick took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.
“They won’t let us go back.. They’re making a show. Promoting this crazy idea that changing is somehow good for you. But it’s not.” Nick said thoughtfully.
“Nick we both signed up for this. Now you tell me you’re not willing to make any sacrifices to make this work? I’m christian, I will never be with a man. I didn’t ask to be turned into a gay activist gorilla yet here I am. It’s time for you to do your part in this relationship”. Michael said the word “relationship” with disgust and disdain. As if it was a dirty concept.
Nick took a deep breath, trying to remain calm in the face of Michael’s hostility. “But Michael, I don’t want to change. I never wanted to be turned into a woman, or anyone but myself. And I don’t think you really want this either. You’re just scared and confused and lashing out”.
Michael scoffed, pulling his hand away from Nick’s grasp. “You don’t know what I want.
You don’t know what it’s like to have your entire world turned upside down in the blink of an eye. To have everything you thought you knew about yourself shattered and reformed into something new, something different.” Michael’s voice was raw, filled with anger and frustration.
Nick felt a pang of guilt hit him in the chest. He knew that Michael was hurting, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this whole situation wasn’t right. That they were being manipulated and controlled for the sake of the Host’s twisted games.
“They promised me I’d get my dream husband and I wasn’t exactly waiting for this either”. Nick said annoyed and hurtful.
“I’m not gay! I’m not.. this bodybuilder or this dominant type of man. I wanted to be turned into some succesful accountant or something. Not this!” Michael retorted, narrowing his eyes in a glare. "They don't get to decide what I want or who I can be," he said vehemently. "And neither do you. I am not a prop or a spectacle to be paraded around for the entertaintment of those who seek to exploit us."
"I know that, Michael," he said, his voice steady.
“I need to adjust to this new body. So, I might as well accept that I’m a bodybuilder now. I’m going to the gym. Please leave me alone. I need time to think”. Michael's final words echoed in the air as he left the room, leaving Nick sitting alone at the table.
Nick took a slow sip of his coffee, feeling a cold, hollow sensation settle in his chest.
He couldn't deny that Michael's new physique had an undeniable appeal to him, and there was no denying the attraction he felt towards him.
But he knew that this wasn't the way he wanted things to progress between them. He didn't want to be with someone who was only attracted to him because of external manipulation.
He wanted to be with someone who loved him for who he truly was, and he didn't want to compromise his identity for anyone.
Nick sighed deeply, rubbing his temples with his fingers. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, and he felt like he was losing control of his own life.
He couldn't believe that he had actually considered the idea of being turned into a woman for Michael. It was absurd, and yet, in that moment, he had felt a strange sense of acceptance.
But now, as he sat alone in the apartment, he knew that it was not what he wanted. He didn't want to live a lie, and he didn't want to be with someone who was only attracted to him because of a twisted, superficial version of himself.
He stood up from the table and walked over to the window, looking out at the bustling city below.
His mind was racing with thoughts and emotions. He knew he had to do something. He couldn't just sit around and wait for the Host to make the next move.
He turned around and looked at the phone on the wall. It was a sleek, modern design, with a single red button in the center. The Host had told them to use it in case of emergency. And this, Nick thought, was certainly an emergency.
He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. What if the Host didn't take his call? What if he made things worse? But he knew he had to try. He couldn't just sit around and do nothing.
He picked up the phone and pressed the red button. There was a brief moment of silence, and then a voice came on the line.
"Hello, Nick," the voice said, cold and calculating.
"I see you've called for help. What seems to be the problem?"
Nick swallowed hard, gathering his courage. This was it, the moment he had been dreading. He knew that talking to the Host would bring about unexpected consequences, but he didn't have any other choice.
"I wanted to discuss something with you," Nick said quickly, trying to keep his voice steady. "Michael...he's not happy with the changes you've made to him. And he wants to ask for more."
The Host snorted derisively.
"Oh, poor Michael. I'm sure he's heartbroken over the fact that he's now a powerful, muscular man. I can't imagine the distress he's in."
Nick bristled at the Host's tone, but forced himself to remain calm. "Please, I'm serious. We need to talk about this. We both signed up for a change, but this isn't what either of us wanted. Can't you see that?"
The Host paused for a moment, and then sighed dramatically.
"Fine. I'll hear what he has to say. But I can't promise anything. These transformations are irreversible, you know that."
Nick felt a surge of hope. At least the Host was willing to listen. "Thank you," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'll tell Michael to come and talk to you."
"No, I want to speak to him right now." The Host's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.
"But...
he's not here right now," Nick stuttered, not sure of what to say next.
"Mr. Host, I don't think it's a good idea for you to speak to him while he's still emotional. He just needs some time to think and come to terms with everything that's happened."
But the Host was not listening.
"I don't have time for this, Nicholas. You and Michael are my property now, and you will do as I say. My viewers want a starcrossed lovers story, if I tell you you guys are eachothers dreampartners. You better act like it”.
Nick felt his face flush with anger, but he choked back the words that threatened to spill from his lips. Instead, he stammered, "B-but Mr. Host, it's not that simple. Michael is still processing what's happened to him. He's struggling to accept the changes and the fact that he's attracted to men".
The Host grunted, apparently unimpressed. "I’m coming give me one minute". And the phone was hung up. The line went dead, but the silence in the room was anything but. Nick stared at the receiver for a solid thirty seconds before setting it back down with a heavy hand.
The ticking clock on the wall was now his only company. His heart raced as he waited for the Host to arrive, his thoughts torn between fear and anger. He shot up from his chair and started pacing ferociously, wondering if there was anything he could have said to change the Host's mind.
But he knew it was no use; the Host never budged.
Every word from the manipulative Host, every demand, every promise was designed to bend their will – or break it.
Nick's heart sank as he sat down again, his head spinning with disappointment and fear.
As he struggled to come to terms with the Host's rejection, the apartment door swung open. Michael entered, his arms crossed anti-equationically.
"Nicholas," he said sourly.
"You called the Host without asking me? How could you do that? I trust you, but this goes beyond what we agreed upon." Michael's face grew harder with each word.
"I didn't want to tell you this, Nick, but I have to. You see, the changes I went through, they weren't just physical. I mean, yes, I gained muscle and height, but it was more than that. It was my mind, my thoughts, my desires. They changed too."
Nick looked at Michael with a mixture of confusion and alarm. "What do you mean, changed?"
Michael sighed, running a hand through his now thick, dark hair. "When I woke up, everything was different. I felt...different. I found myself wanting things, doing things, that I never would have before. And I realized that it was because of the changes. The Host didn't just make me bigger and stronger, he changed my mind too."
Nick felt a shiver run down his spine. "What are you saying, Michael?
That the Host can control your thoughts and desires?"
Michael nodded. "I'm afraid so. I don't want to become a pawn in his twisted games."
Nick's mind raced as he tried to process what Michael was telling him.
"But what about the contract we signed? Won't the Host come after us if we try to leave?"
*Ding* the elevator arrived. And the host steps out of it.
, walking towards them with a sinister grin painted across his face.
Michael's eyes widened in fear as they were greeted by the earliest signs of remorse.
"Ah, Nick, it's been such a little while hasn't it?" the Host asked, taking a step closer to the two men.
"Yes, it has," Nick replied, his face freezing with discomfort. Michael clung tightly onto his sleeve, as if seeking solace in his company.
"I see you both have been having quite a discussion." The Host stated, eyeing the pair suspiciously.
"We were just talking about the changes," Michael explained, doing his best to remain calm under the Host's intimidating gaze. "I still don't feel comfortable with everything that's happened."
The Host's face curled into a frown. "I thought we had made it clear that these transformations are permanent. There's no going back now."
Nick felt his temper flare, his nerves of steel starting to snap.
“So. Why are you guys not fucking yet? Nick, do you have second thoughts? What’s the issue?” he asked, turning his full attention on Michael. “Is there a reason you’re not comfortable with your new body yet? I can enhance it further, or revert back some of the changes we made. I’ll do anything to ensure our relationship works out.”
Michael’s eyes narrowed. “I never asked for any of this. And I certainly never agreed to becoming your boyfriend.” He took a step back, his gaze shifting between Nick and the Host.
The Host chuckled. “I think it’s time for a little reminder. I own you both now. A gay love story is good for our diversity numbers and viewers love it.” He leaned in closer to Michael, his breath hot and fetid on Michael's face. “But if you're not satisfied with the changes made to your body, I can make them more permanent. He didn't elaborate, but the threat left both Nick and Michael feeling small and helpless in his presence.
Nick's heart pounded with anger and fear in equal measures. He could see the fear in Michael's eyes, and he knew he had to do something to protect them both.
"We didn't agree to this," Nick said, stepping forward to stand between the Host and Michael.
“But you did” the host held up a contract in which they both signed away their free will. “So.. Michael. Yesterday we didnt just make physical but also psychological chages, we made you bisexual. There is no reason why you should reject Nick”.
The Host said, eyeing Nick up and down with a scrutiny that made me squirm in discomfort.
“I know he doesn’t fully meet the criteria you set forth for your dream partner, but I assure you, he can be molded in time. It would make for great television.” The Host finished with a menacing smile that didn’t touch his eyes.
Michael looked down at his muscular arms and then at me, before shifting his gaze back to the Host. “No offense, but I don’t want someone to be molded into something they are not.
I want to be with someone who is genuine and authentic. And that’s not Nick,” Michael said firmly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
The Host’s smile faded, replaced by a mask of annoyance. “Fine. If you insist on being stubborn, then we’ll just have to move on to the next step.”
Michael and Nick exchanged worried glances as the Host pulled out a small remote control and pointed it at Michael. In an instant, Michael’s body began to convulse and contort.
“Dont worry Nick, you’ll get your dream husband soon enough” he smirked.
“What are you doing to him?!” Nick exclaimed.
“Just erasing any sexual attraction to females and replacing it with attraction for men” The host said. “Guards bring me the dildo and gasmask!” The Host yelled, raising his voice for dramatic effect. Michael's convulsions had slowed down, but the fear in his eyes hadn't dissipated.
Nick felt his heart rate spike as he watched what was happening to his new friend. "What's happening? Why is this happening?!" he demanded, now visibly shaken.
The Host ignored Nick's plea, instead focusing on his latest prop.
Two guards entered the room carrying a large dildo and a gas mask. Nick's heart rate spiked as he watched the guards place the dildo on the table in front of Michael, who was gasping and thrashing on the floor, still in the midst of the transformation. The Host approached Michael, holding the gas mask, and placed it over his mouth and nose.
“Nick give me your socks. We need your pheromones” the host instructed , an evil glint in his eyes as he stared at Michael, who was still writhing on the floor, the transformation now complete.
Nick complied, unlacing his shoes and socks and handing them over to one of the guards, who placed them inside of the gasmask. The transformation was immediate. As soon as Michael took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto Nick's body, and he let out a low growl. The dildo on the table was quickly forgotten as Michael's gaze intensified, his eyes raking over Nick's body with a newfound hunger. "Ah, much better. Now, Michael, why don't you show Nicholas how much you appreciate him?"
Michael didn't need any more encouragement.
He lunged forward, fixated on Nick's body, and he wasn't gentle. He grabbed Nick, hoisting him onto the nearby table with surprising ease. Nick yelped in surprise and shock, but there was no denying the raw power and desire fueling Michael's movements.
Nick felt himself pushed back onto the table, pinned beneath Michael's massive form. Michael's hands roamed his body, tracing every curve and muscle, before settling on his waist. With a swift motion, Michael flipped Nick onto his stomach, pulling his pants down to reveal his bare bottom.
Nick’s heart raced as he felt Michael's breath hot against his skin.
"Wait, Michael," Nick said, his voice shaking with fear and confusion. "What are you doing? I thought you weren't okay with this."
But Michael didn't seem to hear him. He was too lost in the haze of his new desires, fueled by the Host's manipulations. Nick’s words fell on deaf ears as Michael pressed himself against him, his arousal evident through their clothes.
The Host had transformed Michael’s desires and attractions, and he was now overcome with an intense need to claim Nick.
Nick felt a mix of emotions - fear, confusion, and intrigue - run through him as Michael's hands explored his body in a way he had never experienced before. It was different from what he would normally desire, but he couldn't deny the strange attraction he felt.
“Michael, stop!” Nick tried to protest, but his words were muffled as Michael slipped a hand under his shirt and began to caress his chest.
Michael's touch was warm and rough, a stark contrast to his own slim build. Nick felt a shiver run down his spine as Michael's lips found the back of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to his shoulders.
The Host watched with delight as Nick and Michael's bodies intertwined, his sick game coming to fruition. He had manipulated Michael's desires and attractions, and now he was overcome with an intense need to claim Nick.
The Host watched with delight as Michael's hands moved across Nick's slender body, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles and exploring every curve.
“Ok now to seal the deal. Guards place the dildo”
The Host said with a cackle, gesturing to two stoic-faced guards standing by the door. They picked up the large pink dildo and walked towards Nick and Michael who were lost in their sensual dance.
Nick’s heart raced as Michael continued to dominate his slim build, his grip tightening around Nick’s wrists. “Michael, please. Let’s think this through.” But Michael seemed unphased by Nick’s protests, his mind lost in the desire that the Host had created.
The guards, sensing Michael's distraction, seized the opportunity to force the large dildo inside of him. Michael let out a gasp as it filled him up, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and completely new to him. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he couldn't believe how much he was enjoying it. The guards continued to thrust the dildo in and out of him, their movements synchronized with Michael's own rhythm as he continued to grind against Nick. The two of them moved together as one, their bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure and desire.
Nick watched in shock as the scene unfolded before him. He had never seen anything like this before, and he didn't know how to react. Part of him was disgusted, repulsed by the sight of the guards violating Michael in such a way.
But another part of him was fascinated, drawn to the raw, animalistic energy that was radiating off of Michael.
Nick watched, helpless, as the guards continued their assault on Michael's body. He could see the look of pleasure in Michael's eyes, the way his body was arching and bucking in response to the invasion. Nick felt a strange feeling of jealousy, a burning desire to be the one causing that reaction in Michael.
The Host watched with glee, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as he watched the scene unfold. "Ah, yes. Just what I had in mind." He said, stroking his chin with satisfaction.
Michael was still fixated on Nick, obsessed. A fire of passion in his eyes. Nick couldn’t deny his desires any longer. . As much as he tried to fight it, he knew he wanted Michael. All this time, he had been searching for a partner, a rare find among the crowded city streets. And now, Michael was here. Part of him questioned if this was all an illusion, a crafty scheme devised by the manipulative Host. But in his heart, he knew that he couldn't resist the connection he felt with Michael.
He let out a sigh, allowing the emotions that had been building up inside him to finally escape.
He had been so caught up in his thoughts, and in the chaos of the past few days, that he hadn't even had a chance to truly process what was happening.
But now, as he looked into Michael's eyes, he realized that it didn't matter. This was real. They were real. And he was going to embrace it.
"I'm so sorry, Michael," Nick said softly, reaching up to gently touch Michael's cheek. "I never meant to hurt you. I was just...scared.
Nicks words didnt match his actions however. Desire took over as he kissed Michael passionately.
Michael eagerly returned the kiss, his strong arms encircling Nick as they moved closer together.
Their bodies fit perfectly together, despite the difference in height and build. Michael's muscular form towered over Nick's more slender one, but they moved together with a grace that belied their differences.
As they kissed, Nick couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. For so long, he had felt trapped by his own insecurities and fears. But now, with Michael's strong arms holding him close, he finally felt like he could be himself.
He didn't have to worry about whether or not he was skinny, or short, or not confident enough. He could just be Nick.
And in that moment, he felt like he had finally found his place in the world.
Their kiss grew more intense, and Michael's hands began to roam Nick's body. His fingers traced the outline of Nick's muscles, each one tensing under his touch. Michael's lips moved down to Nick's neck, planting soft kisses along the way.
His hands roamed to Nick's chest, unbuttoning his shirt with expertise. Michael's touch was rough yet tender, a fire growing between their bodies.
With each button that came undone, Nick felt his heart beat quicken. The anticipation of what was to come was nearly too much to bear. Michael's lips soon found Nick's nipples, his tongue darting out to tease and torment. Nick let out a ragged breath, his hips bucking slightly as Michael continued to ravage his chest.
His body was aching for release, and he could feel the heat building between his legs. Michael, aware of Nick's growing need, broke away from his lips and lowered himself down, his mouth seeking out Nick's hard, throbbing member.
Nick's hands found their own way to Michael's head, his fingers twining through his thick hair as he pushed himself deeper into Michael's eager mouth. He let out a groan of pure pleasure, his back arching against the cool surface of the table.
Michael eagerly sucked and licked at him, savoring every inch of his rock-hard cock. Nick could feel his pleasure building, the pressure in his lower belly growing more intense by the second. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.
But Michael seemed to have no intention of slowing down. If anything, he was getting more eager, more voracious. His movements grew more frantic, his tongue swirling and teasing at Nick's tip.
Nick not wanting to bust his load yet pulled away softly and wrapped his hands around Michaels monster cock. "Fuck, you are big." He whispered with awe, taking in Michaels twelve-inch erection. Michael let out a deep groan as he felt Nick's soft hands wrap around his throbbing cock.
"Suck it, Nick. I want to feel your lips around me." He demanded, gripping the edges of the table. Nick, eager to please his new partner, leaned forward and took Michael's cock into his mouth, swallowing him down to the hilt.
Michael moaned loudly, his hands clenching the table as he felt the delicate sensation of Nick's tongue flicking at his sensitive head. Nick, who had never been fixated on size before, was amazed by the sheer girth of Michael's cock and the way it filled his throat.
He pulled away briefly, gasping for breath, and Michael leaned down to return the favor. Nick groaned with pleasure as Michael's warm mouth enveloped him once more. The two of them were completely in sync, their bodies moving in harmony as they searched for the pinnacle of satisfaction.
Nick opened his eyes as he realised the host and his guards had left. He didnt even notice when they left the room, nor did he notice anything else. He had been completely entranced by Michael's monster cock. He quickly refocused on Michael as pre-cum dripped down the long shaft. He bent down and wraped his lips around it. Flicking his tongue on the pre-cum and moaning softly at the taste.
Michael hissed through his teeth, eyes fluttering shut as he felt Nick's hot mouth on his cock. "Fuck, Nick.
Suck it harder," Michael groaned, his voice low and guttural. Nick obliged, taking in more of him until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. His fingers dug into Michael's thighs, pulling him deeper.
Michael's hands were on Nick's head, pushing and pulling him in a rhythm that was driving them both to the brink of insanity. The taste of salt and musk on Nick's tongue was overwhelming, but he didn't care. He wanted more of Michael, all of Michael.
He pulled Michael's hips towards the edge of the table, opening himself up to him. Michael knew what Nick wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige. His cock throbbed with need, and he positioned himself so that the tip was pressing against Nick's entrance.
Nick took a deep breath and nodded, giving Michael the go-ahead. Michael pushed himself inside, inch by slow inch, watching as Nick's eyes widened with every thrust. Nick let out a gasp, feeling a slight sting as Michael broke through his barrier. Michael paused, giving him time to adjust.
He looked deep into Nick's eyes, and said, "Are you ready, Nick?"
Nick nodded, his eyes never leaving Michael's. Michael placed a hand on Nick's hip and began to thrust slow and steady, giving Nick time to get used to the feeling.
"God, you're tight," Michael groaned. Nick gasped at the sensation of Michael filling him up. He could feel the heat emanating from the other man's body.
As Michael's movements became more rampant, Nick let out a cry of pleasure.
The feeling of Michael's large, calloused hands gripping his hips was intoxicating. Michael started to thrust harder and faster, almost rough. But Nick reveled in the sensation, his back arching as he braced himself against the table. The smell of sweat and arousal filled the room as their bodies slapped together.
Michael's pace quickened, sweat dripping down his forehead as he gripped Nick's thighs, pulling him closer with each rough thrust. The feeling of Michael inside him was overwhelming, a burning pleasure that Nick couldn't get enough of.
He writhed beneath the bigger man, his inner walls clamping down around Michael's thrusting rod. They moved in a primal dance, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Every nerve ending in Nick's body was alive with an electric charge, and he knew that he was close to release.
"Fuck me harder!" Nick shouted, his voice laced with raw passion. Michael complied, picking up his pace until he was slamming into Nick with animalistic ferocity. Nick could feel the heat building deep within his core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
Michael's rough thrusts were driving him crazy, and he could feel his release just within reach.
"Fuck, Michael!" Nick shouted, his hips bucking wildly as he felt himself edging closer to the brink.
Michael was close too, his body tensing as the familiar pressure built in his lower belly. He slapped Nick's ass hard, leaving a red mark in his wake.
Nick cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, the sharp sting of Michael's hand adding to the intensity of their union.
Michael's thrusting became even more desperate as he felt his own climax approaching. His fingers dug into Nick's hips, holding him in place as he mercilessly pounded into him.
Nick's whole body trembled with the effort of taking Michael's huge cock, but he couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through him. It was raw and intense, unlike anything he had ever experienced. Michael's thick shaft filled him up completely, hitting nerve endings that had never been touched before.
It was almost too much, but Nick found himself begging for more.
"Fuck me harder, Michael! Harder! Don't stop!" He screamed, his voice echoing sharply through the apartment.
Michael gave into his desires and began to thrust faster and rougher into Nick's welcoming body. The smell of sweat and sex filled the room, and the sound of their bodies slapping together was almost deafening.
Nick's cock bounced with each rough thrust, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
Michael's gaze lingered on it for a moment, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He pulled out of Nick, leaving him gasping and empty, and reached for the nearby bottle of lube.
"I'm not done with you yet," Michael growled, slicking up his fingers. Nick moaned softly as he felt Michael's lubed-up fingers tease at his entrance again.
"Please, Michael. More," Nick pleaded, spreading his legs wider. He couldn't get enough of the feeling of being filled up by Michael's thick cock.
Nick had always known that Michael had a big one, but the reality of it was far beyond what he had imagined. He moaned as Michael teased him with his lubed-up fingers, stretching him open in preparation for his cock. I can't wait anymore. Fuck me now." Nick begged, his voice husky and desperate.
Michael didn't need any more convincing. He positioned himself at Nick's entrance and thrust inside with a grunt, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Nick's throaty moan of pleasure vibrated through Michael's body and he let out a growl as he started pumping. With each thrust, Nick's body pushed back against the table, and the sound of their bodies colliding together filled the room.
Michael felt a fire build inside him and he gripped Nick's hips tightly, slamming himself deep inside Nick's tight, wet heat.
He felt a strong urge to take control, to dominate this quiet, submissive man, to make him scream with pleasure.
And so he began to thrust harder, faster, his hips pistoning like a well-oiled machine. Nick's body was pushed against the table, his moans becoming louder, more frantic. The sound of their bodies slapping together was like a symphony, the sweetest music Michael had ever heard.
And then it happened. Michael felt the familiar tightening in his lower belly, the wave of pleasure that told him he was about to cum. He grunted with the effort of holding back, wanting to prolong this moment of pure ecstasy for as long as possible. But it was no use. With one final, powerful thrust, he released inside of Nick, filling him up with his hot, sticky load.
Nick felt Michael's cock pulse inside of him, the feeling of him cumming triggering his own orgasm.
He closed his eyes and let out a loud, guttural moan as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body. Michael continued to move inside of him, milking every drop out of his spent dick.
When they finally collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty, Nick lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath.
"You alright, baby?" Michael asked, nuzzling the side of Nick's face. Nick nodded, unable to speak.
Nick lay there for a moment, letting the afterglow wash over him.
His skin was sticky with sweat and cum, his hair matted to his forehead. He could still feel Michael's warmth inside of him, a pleasant reminder of the pleasure they had just shared.
Michael kissed the side of Nick's neck, then rolled over onto his back, pulling Nick with him so that his smaller body was tucked against Michael's larger one.
"That was...fucking amazing," Michael said, his voice still husky with desire.
Nick nodded in agreement, too stunned to speak. He had never experienced anything like that before.
The pleasure had been electric, shooting through his veins and leaving him breathless. He couldn't believe what had just happened between them.
Nick shifted, feeling Michael's cock still inside of him, causing a pleasurable aftershock to rock through his body. He let out a contented sigh and relaxed against Michael's chest, feeling safe and protected in his strong arms.
But as the seconds ticked by, Nick started to feel guilty and confused. Had he just sold his soul to the devil? Was this another one of the Host's manipulations?
Were they now subjects of his twisted game? Nick couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn't right. As he lay there, exhausted in Michael's arms, he couldn't stop thinking about the Host and his sinister agenda.
No matter if it was real or fake. This feeling of uncensored love and desire was as real as can be.
Nick looked over at Michael who was already fast asleep. Probably exhausted from the brainwashing. Nick put his head down onto Michaels beating heart. Taking in its rythm. He wrapped his legs around his. He kissed his pec and licked his areola. “Goodnight baby” he whispered before falling fast asleep.
The long day of physical and emotional exertion had taken its toll on both of them.