Chapter 1: Building Tension
Nikas bute nesijausti juokingai, stovėdamas priešais didelį, puošnų veidrodį savo Vedlys jam liepė gausiai tepti kremą, bet jis nebuvo visiškai tikras, kur „laisvai“ pateks skalėje tarp tepimo ir viso kūno tepimo. Jis skeptiškai pažvelgė į mažą, nepretenzingą stiklinį, tarsi jis staiga išdygtų sparnais ir nuskristų.
– Tu pergalvoji, Nikai, – sumurmėjo jis į savo atspindį, perbraukdamas per trumpus rudus plaukus.
Jis gūžtelėjo pečiais, atsuko dangtelį ir panardino pirštus į kremą. Jis buvo kietas ir šilkinis, su silpnu blizgesiu, kuris pagavo šviesą. Jis pradėjo skleisti jį ant krūtinės, pajutęs staigią šilumą, kuri tarsi sklinda iš jo odos.
Jis nutilo ir vėl pažvelgė į savo atspindį. Jo akys šviesesnės, skruostai paraudę. Jis nusijuokė purtydamas galvą. – Tu, Nikai, – pasakė jis, jo balsas aidėjo netvarkingai juokingai elgiasi.
Tačiau jis nustoti žiūrėti į save veidrodyje. Kremo šiluma sklido, o kartu ir keistas pojūtis, tarsi burbuliuojanti energija tiesiog po oda. Jis sulenkė pirštus, jausdamas staigų, stiprų norą ką nors liesti – ne, ką nors.
Jo kvapas užgniaužė, kai iš krūtinės pradėjo dygti stori juodi plaukai, o sruogos buvo tamsios ir šiurkščios, greitai plinta per odą. Jis spoksojo, panikavo ir išsigando, kai plaukai tapo tankesni, dengdami krūtinę ir skrandį kaip pūkuota antklodė. Tačiau kartu su panika atėjo susijaudinimo banga, karštis, kuris susikaupė jo pilve ir tvinkčiojimą tiesiai į kirkšnį. Jis aiktelėjo, įsikibęs į krūtinę, jausdamas keistą, pirminę energiją, sklindančią per jį.
"Kas pasaulyje vyksta?" – sumurmėjo jis drebėdamas balsu. Jis apsižvalgė savo bute, o netvarka staiga pasirodo svetima, tarsi jis būtų pervežtas į kitą, labiau laukinę vietą. Jis suklupo prie lovos, griuvo ant suglamžytų paklodžių, o krūtinės plaukai braukė į audinį, siųsdami per jį jausmų sukrėtimą.
Jis nedrąsiai palietė savo krūtinę, tai įsirėžė į storą kailį, jau neapdorotą, pirminę pirštą, kuris pulsavo apačioje. Jis išskėtė pirštus, jausdamas plaukus, pojūtį svaiginantis ir keistas.
"Kas čia per velnias?" – sumurmėjo jis, jam užgniaužė kvapą, kai pajuto, kaip kirkšnyje sustiprėjo karštis. Jis pažvelgė žemyn ir pamatė, kad jo džinsai buvo įsitempę siūlėmis, aiškiai rodydami jo susijaudinimą. Jis aiktelėjo, ranka judėjo prie diržo, kraustydamas sagtį.
Jis nustūmė džinsus žemyn, jo erekcija išsilaisvino, o tai pamatęs jis aiktelėjo, sunkus ir gyslotas, o galva jau spindėjo iš anksto. Jis perbraukė per jį ranką, jausdamas lygų, karštą ilgį, stulbinantį pojūtį.
Staiga butas per tirštas per mažas, oras.
Nikui reikėjo pamatyti save, suprasti, kas vyksta su jo kūnu. Jis atsistūmė nuo lovos, džinsus susipynė aplink kulkšnis ir suklupo prie artimiausio veidrodžio – keisto antikvarinio daikto, kurį praėjusią vasarą įsigijo sendaikčių turguje.
Jis pasilenkė, jo kvėpavimas aprasodamas stiklą, ir nepatikliai žiūrėjo į savo atspindį. Plaukai ant jo krūtinės buvo tankūs ir vešlūs, o kūnas... kitoks. Raumenys, kurių jis nežinojo turįs, dabar buvo aiškiai išreikšti, jo pečiai platesni, juosmuo siauresnis. Ir jo... vyriškumas. Jis buvo didesnis, storesnis, galva tamsesnė ir ryškesnė. Jis ištiesė ranką, liesdamas stiklą tarsi norėdamas paliesti save, jo atspindys tiksliai atspindi jo judesius.
"Kas... kas tai?" - sušnibždėjo jis su baime ir šiek tiek išsigandusiu balsu. Jis pažvelgė į savo akis ir pamatė tą patį sumišimą ir baimę, žiūrinčią į jį.
Jis norėjo daugiau. Jis norėjo sužinoti, kaip veikia šis kremas, suprasti jo galios ribas. Tačiau jis taip pat nenorėjo priblokšti savęs ar dar blogiau – visam laikui pakeisti kažko, ko negalėjo atsiimti. Jis pasitraukė nuo veidrodžio, jo atspindys susiliejo judant. Jam reikėjo būti atsargiam. Jam reikėjo tai išbandyti, kad pamatytų, ką kremas gali padaryti, prieš pradėdamas viską.
Nikas ant savo palangės pastebėjo nedidelį augalą vazone – kaktusą, kurį prieš kelias savaites pasiėmė atsitiktinai. Jis pakėlė jį, laikydamas dygliuotą augalą ant rankų, ir nunešė prie virtuvės stalviršio.
– Pirmiausia pažiūrėkime, ką tu darysi, – sumurmėjo jis, dar kartą atsukdamas kremo dangtelį.
Jis panardino pirštus į vėsią, mirgančią medžiagą ir įtrynė ja kaktuso viršūnę, jausdamas, kaip po jo prisilietimo sklinda pažįstama šiluma.
Per kelias sekundes kaktusas pradėjo suktis ir kreiptis, aštrūs spygliai virto minkštais, tamsiais plaukeliais, žalias kūnas pailgėjo ir patino. Niko akys išsiplėtė iš netikėjimo, kai augalas transformavosi prieš jo akis, o forma ir tekstūra keitėsi, kol tapo neabejotinai fališka. Jis drebančiai nusijuokė ir pastatė naujai suformuotą daiktą atgal ant prekystalio, o širdis daužėsi krūtinėje.
- Na, tai... netikėta, - tarė jis vos aukščiau už šnabždesį. Jis ištiesė ranką, preliminariai paliesdamas „penį-kaktusą“, pirštais braukdamas į gaktos plaukus. Buvo šilta ir sklandu, pojūtis keistas ir pažįstamas.
Nikas pažvelgė į savo telefoną, ekrane švytėjo jo draugo Tomo žinutė. Jis negalėjo atsilaikyti nusišypsojęs, jo galvoje susiformavo išdykęs sumanymas. Jis preliminariai perbraukė pirštu per ekraną, kremas spindėjo aplinkos šviesoje.
„Pažiūrėkime, kas atsitiks“, – sumurmėjo jis, stebėdamas, kaip ekranas pasislenka, žodžiai susilieja ir virsta visiškai kitaip. Dabar žinutė skamba taip: "Ei, Nikai, nori ateiti ir pažiūrėti filmą? Turiu spragėsių ir naujo veiksmo filmo. Atsineškite užkandžių?"
Nikas pakėlė antakį, iš jo lūpų išbėgo juokas. „Na, tai šiek tiek labiau... noriu nei įprastai“, – pasakė jis, šyptelėdamas į savo atspindį telefono ekrane.
Jis atspausdino greitą atsakymą: „Žinoma!
Išdykęs akyse Nikas vėl nukreipė dėmesį į stebuklingo kremo indelį. Jis buvo taip susitelkęs į poveikį savo kūnui ir kaktusui, kad nė nemanė išbandyti to ant kažko kito. Jis sukikeno, dar kartą atsukdamas dangtį ir panardindamas pirštus į vėsią, mirgančią medžiagą.
Jis preliminariai palietė kremą prie plaukų, pirštais perbraukdamas trumpas rudas sruogas. Iš karto jis pajuto dilgčiojimo pojūtį, tarsi mažyčiai elektros impulsai leistų per jo galvos odą. Jis žiūrėjo, išplėtęs akis iš nekantrumo, kaip pradėjo keistis jo plaukai. Jis patamsėjo, augo ilgesnis ir pilnesnis, sruogos sustorėjo ir susisuka galuose.
Jis palietė savo plaukus, jausdamas naują tekstūrą, o kai pirštai braukė galvos odą, atrodė, kad dalis kremo prasiskverbė, jo galvos oda dilgčiojo, pojūtis kaip srovė pasklido į smegenis. Akimirką jo regėjimas neryškus, ir jis suklupo, susigaudamas ant virtuvės stalviršio. Pasaulis pasikeitė aplink jį, butas tarsi pasviro ir siūbuoja.
Nikas sumirksėjo, bandydamas praskaidrinti regėjimą. Jis jautė, kaip grietinėlė, tarsi skysta ugnis, sklinda per jo smegenis, jo mintys tapo miglotos ir nevienodos. Jis pažvelgė į savo ranką, vis dar įsikibusią į prekystalį, ir stebėjo, kaip ji pradėjo keistis, oda tamsėjo, raumenys išsipūtė. Jis aiktelėjo, nuleido ranką į šoną, o kūnas drebėjo.
– Kas man darosi? – sumurmėjo jis vos girdėdamas balsą.
Jis svirduliavo link veidrodžio, kuris atsitiktinai kabėjo ant sienos šalia jo durų, o atspindys rodė vyrą, kurį jis vos atpažino. Jo plaukai dabar buvo laukiniai, tamsūs karčiai, įrėminantys veidą, kuris buvo kampuotas, labiau apibrėžtas. Jo kūnas buvo storesnis, platesnis, o rankų ir krūtinės raumenys buvo ryškesni, tarsi jis būtų sportavęs daugelį metų. Tačiau jo akys buvo tokios pat – plačios iš šoko ir sumišimo.
Jis ištiesė drebančią ranką, palietė stiklą, palikdamas dėmę ant paviršiaus. Atsispindėjęs vaizdas atspindėjo jo veiksmą, ir jis, susimąstęs, stebėjo, kaip veidrodyje esanti ranka didėjo, stiprėjo, o oda tamsėjo iki gilios, sodrios rudos spalvos. Jis pajuto susijaudinimo antplūdį, sumaišytą su baime, transformacija buvo jaudinanti ir bauginanti. Jis giliai įkvėpė, bandydamas nusiraminti, suprasti, kas su juo vyksta.
Jis pasuko galvą, jo akys nukrypo į kaktusą ant prekystalio. Kadaise buvęs dygliuotas augalas dabar buvo neabejotinas, šilkinis lygus falas, stovintis aukštas ir išdidus. Nikas negalėjo nusišypsoti matydamas, kad viso to absurdiškumas pralaužė jo baimę ir sumišimą. "Na, tai tikrai unikali problema", - sakė jis, jo balsas aidėjo per mažą butą.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against the length of the newly transformed object. It was warm and soft, the skin smooth and supple. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his own body, a heat that pooled in his belly. He bit his lip, his mind racing as he considered the possibilities. He picked up the phallus, cradling it in his hand, feeling the weight and the warmth.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What have I done?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. The man staring back at him was a stranger, his body thick and strong, his hair wild and dark. He turned his hand, watching as the phallus twitched in his palm, the skin gleaming under the harsh light of the bare bulb overhead.
"This is... this is not what I expected," he murmured, his voice shaking. He set the object back down on the counter, his heart pounding in his chest. He had wanted an adventure, a change, but this? This was something else entirely. He remembered the wizard's words, the promise of power and transformation. But he had never imagined it would be like this, so... so extreme.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, to think rationally.
The cream was powerful, that much was clear. But he had only scratched the surface of its potential. If he was going to make the most of this opportunity, he needed to be bold, to dive in headfirst. With a determined nod, he picked up the jar of cream, unscrewing the lid and dipping his fingers in. He brought his hand to his groin, already feeling the heat of his arousal, and began to lather his erection with the shimmering substance. The sensation was intense, electric, his breath hitching as the cream spread across his skin, the warmth and energy pooling in his groin. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as the pleasure built, his body trembling with anticipation. When he opened them again, he gasped, his eyes widening at the sight before him. His erection was thicker, longer, the head darker and more prominent.
He was about to explore the new sensations when he heard a soft knock at his door. He froze, his breath caught in his throat, the jar of cream still clutched in his hand. The sudden intrusion sent a jolt of panic through him. He quickly looked around, his eyes landing on the 'dick-cactus' still sitting on the counter. He cursed under his breath, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way to hide it before answering the door.
"Nick? You in there?" a voice called out from the other side of the door. He recognized it immediately - it was Tom, his friend and neighbor. He cursed again, his heart pounding in his chest. He had no idea how long Tom had been there, or what he might have seen or heard. He rushed to the door, his body still trembling with arousal and fear.
"Yeah, hold on," he called out, trying to keep his voice steady as he hastily shoved the 'dick-cactus' into the nearest drawer. "Give me a sec, will ya?" He took a deep breath, attempting to compose himself before opening the door.
"Hey, Tom," he said with a forced smile, Inviting him in with a casual wave.
He did his best to act normal, hoping his friend hadn't noticed anything amiss. "Come on in," he continued, stepping aside to let Tom enter. He quickly looked around, making sure nothing was out of place - or, more importantly, not where it shouldn't be.
Tom walked in, his eyes scanning the cluttered apartment. "You good? You look a little... flustered," he said, raising an eyebrow as he took in Nick's disheveled appearance. Nick's heart was still pounding in his chest, but he tried to laugh it off.
"Oh, you know, just a little... creative block," he replied, waving a hand dismissively. "I was trying to work on something, but it's just not coming together." He gestured to the half-finished projects scattered around the room, hoping Tom would buy the excuse.
Tom grinned, looking Nick up and down. "Maybe it's not just your creativity that's been blocked. You look... different, Nick. New haircut?" He reached out and touched Nick's newly dark, curly hair, his eyebrows furrowing. "Or is this a wig? You're pulling it off, dude. It looks good. What's the occasion?"
Nick froze, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn't even thought about his hair, and now Tom was asking about it. He quickly brushed Tom's hand away, trying to act casual. "Uh, nah, it's not a wig. Just... experimenting with some new product, I guess," he said, trying to laugh it off. "You know, trying new things."
Tom raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "New product, huh?
It does give you a certain... intensity," Tom commented, his gaze lingering on Nick's chest. Nick swallowed hard, feeling a sudden, unexpected heat pooling in his belly. He looked at Tom, his eyes drawn to the strong jawline, the soft fullness of his lips. He felt a strange, primal urge, a desperate need to touch him, to feel the heat of Tom's skin against his own. He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms, trying to fight the impulse. He needed to be careful, to not let the cream's influence control him. "Yeah, you could say that," he managed to reply, his voice rough with restraint. He took a step back, putting some distance between them, his heart pounding in his chest.
Tom, however, didn't seem to notice his discomfort. Instead, his gaze fell on the small jar of cream still clutched in Nick's hand.
"Whoa, what's that?" Tom asked, his eyes widening as he pointed at the jar. Nick's heart leaped into his throat. He quickly tried to think of an explanation, but his mind was drawing a blank. He was saved from having to come up with something by the sudden, sharp ringing of his phone. He let out a sigh of relief, thankful for the interruption. "Hold on a sec, Tom. Let me get that." He rushed to the kitchen counter, grateful for the excuse to put some space between himself and his friend. He looked at the screen, seeing a meaningless ad across it. "Figures," he muttered under his breath.
He quickly dropped the jar into a nearby drawer, slamming it shut just as Tom called out, "Dude, what's in there? You hiding anything interesting?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing," Nick replied, trying to sound nonchalant as he turned back to his friend. "Just some... stuff. You know, the usual clutter." He waved a hand dismissively, hoping Tom wouldn't press the issue.
Tom, however, looked curious, his eyes narrowing as he pointed at the drawer. "Seems like an awful lot of effort to hide 'just some stuff,' Nick. What are you hiding in there, your secret stash of snacks?"
Nick let out a nervous laugh, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. "Nah, man, just... personal stuff," he said, trying to keep his voice light. "You know how it is.
Some things are better left unseen," Nick said with a shrug, trying to act casual. Tom chuckled, heading towards the kitchen. "So, what are we watching tonight? You pick this time."
Nick followed him, trying to keep his distance to avoid any accidental touches. He could still feel the heat of the cream coursing through him, his body hyper-aware of Tom's presence.
"Uh, how about that new sci-fi flick everyone's been talking about?" Nick suggested, trying to focus on anything but Tom's nearness. Tom nodded, pulling out a bag of chips from the cupboard.
"Sounds good.
Let's get the snacks ready, and we can head over to my place," Tom said, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet. Nick nodded, opening the pantry door to reveal a chaotic array of snacks. He grabbed a bag of pretzels and a pack of cookies, trying to act normal despite the storm of sensations raging within him.
As they walked out of the apartment, Nick's body was still buzzing with the effects of the cream. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the scent of patchouli and incense only served to heighten his senses. He followed Tom down the hallway, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
It was difficult to focus on anything but the jiggle of Tom's full ass, encased in snug jeans, as he walked ahead.
Nick averted his gaze, attempting to quell the heat already building in his own body.
Tom led them into his apartment, tossing the bowl of snacks onto the coffee table. "Grab a seat, man. The popcorn's just about ready." Nick nodded, taking a seat on the couch, his eyes darting around the room, trying to find something – anything – to distract him from his friend's increasingly alluring presence.
As the movie began, Nick did his best to keep his attention on the screen, but his body had other ideas. His cock, already half-hard from the earlier encounter with the cream, was now pressing insistently against his jeans, begging for release.
Nick shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to hide his discomfort as Tom settled into the armchair across from him, a bowl of popcorn balanced on his knee. The scent of butter and salt filled the small apartment, but all Nick could smell was the musky heat radiating from Tom's body. He tried to focus on the movie, but his gaze kept drifting back to Tom, taking in the casual way he lounged in the chair, his jeans pulled taut over his thighs.
Nick's length twitched, responding to the sight, and he had to fight to keep from touching himself through his jeans. He crossed his legs, trying to conceal his growing erection, but it was clearly a losing battle. Tom raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You sure you're comfortable there, buddy?" Tom asked, his voice laced with amusement.
He gestured to Nick's fidgeting, a playful smirk on his face. "You seem a bit... antsy tonight. Everything okay, buddy?"
Nick blushed, trying to act nonchalant as he uncrossed his legs. He casually leaned back against the couch, trying to hide his discomfort. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just, you know, feeling a little restless lately. Maybe it's all this 'new product' I've been using," he said with a laugh, trying to deflect attention from his current state.
Tom chuckled, but his expression quickly turned serious. "You know, it's been a while since either of us has been in a relationship. I'm starting to feel like I'm getting left behind in the dating world."
Nick raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Really?
I've been feeling that way myself," Nick replied, his voice barely above a whisper. As he spoke, he felt a shiver run down his spine, his body responding to Tom's proximity. He could see the faint sheen of sweat on Tom's brow, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. He was hyper-aware of every tiny movement, every shift in Tom's weight. He licked his lips, suddenly parched, his body thrumming with a strange, primal need.
Tom leaned forward in his chair, his eyes searching Nick's face. "You know, sometimes I think we make things too complicated," he said, his voice low and thoughtful.
"Like, what if we just... what if we took a chance on something different? Something unexpected."
He leaned in, his eyes meeting Tom's, a question hanging in the air between them. "Do you think... do you think you'd date me if you were gay?"
The air in the room seemed to shift, the atmosphere suddenly charged with an underlying tension that hadn't been there before. Tom's eyes widened, his brows furrowing in confusion and surprise. "Nick, what are you talking about? I’m not gay," he said, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Nick shrugged, trying to appear casual despite the sudden jolt of his heart in his chest. "I don't know, man. I'm just saying, hypothetically.
It's just an interesting thought, that's all." Nick shrugged, trying to play it off as casual, but the heat between them was palpable. "I mean, if we were in a different world, where things were different... who knows what could happen, right?"
Tom shifted in his seat, his eyes flicking from Nick's face to his lips and back again. "Nick, are you feeling okay? You're acting a little... off tonight."
Nick laughed, the sound short and nervous. "Ok maybe another dilemma. Either your dating life stays as it is right now, or you can choose to become someones soulmate right now. You would change to meet their needs, but you’re guaranteed to fit each other. What would you choose? Find your soulmate, even if it means having to give up or change a part of yourself. Or, continue on with your life knowing you might never find the true one?” Nick pressed, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see Tom's wheels turning, the gears of thought visibly clicking into place as he considered the hypothetical scenario.
Tom leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful as he stared into the distance. "I mean, if I could find my soulmate, wouldn't that make it worth it? Even if it meant changing a part of myself?" he mused aloud, more to himself than to Nick.
Nick felt a spark of hope ignite within him, a primal, intoxicating heat that pooled in his belly and sent a shiver down his spine.
This was it - the perfect opportunity to test the limits of the cream's power, to see how far it could really go.
He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Tom's, his voice barely above a whisper. "So, what's it going to be, Tom? Soulmate or status quo?"
Tom hesitated, his brows furrowing in thought. "I mean, I guess it depends on who the soulmate is, right? I'd have to know more about them, about what they're like, who they are..."
Nick's heart pounded in his chest as he felt a mischievous grin spread across his face.
He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself. He was curious, hungry for more. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Well, what if I told you that I could show you who your soulmate is? That I could make you see things differently, experience things you never thought possible?"
Tom's eyes widened in surprise, his grip on the bowl of popcorn tightening. Is this some kind of game?" he asked, a hint of unease creeping into his voice.
Nick shook his head, his grin widening. "No game, Tom. Just a little...
experiment, if you will," Nick finished, his voice laced with a dangerous edge that sent a shiver down Tom's spine.
Tom shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a mixture of curiosity and wariness playing across his features. "What kind of experiment?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Nick's.
Nick reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the small jar of cream. He held it up between them, the shimmering substance catching the light and casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room.
"This is a... special cream," Nick explained, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
"It has... unique properties. It can show you things, make you feel things you never thought possible."
Tom's eyes widened as he took in the jar, his gaze flicking from the cream to Nick's face and back again. "That's... crazy, Nick. What do you mean, 'show me things'?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Nick leaned in, his eyes locked onto Tom's. "It can make you see your soulmate, Tom. It can make you feel what it's like to be with them, to know them on a level you've never experienced before.
But you have to be willing to take a chance, to let go of your fears and embrace the unknown."
Tom stared at the jar of cream as if it were a snake ready to strike. He licked his lips, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know, Nick. This seems... dangerous. What if something goes wrong?"
Nick leaned back, his eyes never leaving Tom's. "That's the thing about taking chances, Tom. You can't be afraid of what might happen. You have to trust that it's worth the risk. Besides, I've already tried it.
And look at me," Nick added, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He spread his arms, gesturing to his own transformed body, the change in his hair, the newfound muscles, and the undeniable.
Tom's gaze flicked over Nick, taking in the changes, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. "You did this to yourself?" he asked, a note of awe and uncertainty in his voice.
Nick nodded, his smile widening. "Yep. And let me tell you, it's been... interesting. But I want to share that experience with someone.
I want you to see what it's like, Tom. I want you to feel it too." Nick's voice was earnest, the sincerity in his eyes impossible to ignore. Tom hesitated, his fingers tightening around the bowl of popcorn until his knuckles turned white. He looked at Nick, at the jar of cream, and then back at Nick again. This is all so... so sudden. I mean, one minute we're watching a movie, and the next minute you're talking about soulmates and magical cream?" Tom's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape route.
Nick could see the wariness in his friend's expression, the hesitation that bordered on fear. But Nick had a plan, a way to break through Tom's defenses and show him the truth. He had to take a chance, had to be bold. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Tom's forehead, the cream already moistening the tips. "Trust me, Tom. I want to show you something amazing. Something life-changing."
Tom's eyes widened, his head jerking back slightly as he felt the cool, slippery substance against his skin. "Nick, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice a mixture of shock and concern. Nick smiled, his touch gentle yet firm. "I'm giving you a gift, Tom. A chance to see the world differently.
As the cream seeped into Tom's skin, his eyes rolled back, his body shuddering as if struck by an unseen force. Nick watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as Tom's breath hitched, his body convulsing with the sudden influx of sensation. He reached out, steadying Tom's shoulder, his voice low and soothing. "It's okay, Tom. Just let it happen. You're safe, I promise."
Nick had experienced the overwhelming sensations of the cream himself, but seeing Tom go through it was an entirely new experience. He could only imagine the whirlwind of emotions and perceptions that must be assaulting Tom's mind. Within moments, Tom's body began to change, his muscles bulging and shifting beneath his clothes. His hair lengthened and darkened, the once-neat style becoming wild and unruly.
His jawline sharpened, his body thickening and broadening as if molded by an unseen sculptor's hands. The change was swift and profound, and Tom found himself gasping, his eyes fluttering open to take in the altered landscape of his own body.
He looked down at his new form, his hands trembling as he pushed himself up from the chair. The room seemed to spin around him, the familiar surroundings now foreign and disorienting. He turned to Nick, his eyes wide with shock and awe. "What... what did you do to me?" he stammered, his voice barely recognizable.
Nick smiled, his eyes dancing with excitement. "I told you, Tom. I showed you something amazing. I showed you your soulmate."
Tom shook his head, unable to process the magnitude of the transformation.
Nick, seizing the moment, leaned in, his hand cupping Tom's cheek. "It's okay," he murmured, his thumb gently brushing a smear of cream onto Tom's lower lip. Tom's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could react, Nick pressed their lips together in a slow, deliberate kiss. Tom froze for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed as if trying to deny the sensation. But the cream acted fast, and soon Tom was kissing Nick back, the heat between them igniting like a firecracker.
Nick broke the kiss, breathless, and looked into Tom's eyes, heavy-lidded and filled with a hunger that matched his own. Without a word, he began to unbutton Tom's shirt, his fingers fumbling with the fabric. Tom helped him, their movements clumsy and eager as they sought to free each other from their clothes.
The air in the small apartment seemed to grow thick with the scent of their arousal, the taste of the cream lingering on their lips as they kissed again, deeper and more passionate this time.
Nick felt Tom's hands on his body, exploring the new muscles, the thick hair that covered his chest and stomach. He gasped as Tom's fingers brushed against his erection, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked into Tom's eyes.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Tom nodded, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Yeah, I'm good. Better than good, actually," he said with a grin, his eyes gleaming with desire. He moved his hands to Nick's hips, pulling him closer. "I want to feel more," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Nick's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Tom's body press against his own. He could feel the heat radiating from Tom's skin, the hard muscles beneath the surface. He reached down, his fingers brushing against Tom's erection, already straining against his jeans. Tom groaned, his head falling back as he pushed his hips forward, seeking more contact.
"Yeah, god, right there," he gasped, his fingers digging into Nick's hips.
Nick smiled, a wicked glint in his eye as he unbuttoned Tom's jeans, sliding his hand inside the waistband and stroking the hot, hard length of him. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a low growl.
Tom nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, yes," he panted, his body trembling with need.
Nick couldn't wait any longer. He needed to feel Tom, to taste him, to claim him.
Nick slid down Tom's body, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses across his newly defined chest and abs. Tom watched him, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire as Nick knelt before him, looking up with a wicked grin.
"I want to taste you," Nick murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Tom let out a shaky breath, his fingers tangling in Nick's hair as Nick tugged his jeans and boxers down, freeing his engorged cock. It was thick and hard, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Nick reached for the jar of cream, his fingers brushing against Tom's thigh as he did so. Tom let out a low moan, his hips jerking forward in anticipation. Nick smirked, drizzling a generous amount of the cream onto his hand before wrapping his fingers around Tom's cock. He could feel the heat radiating from it, the urgency pulsing through the length.
"God, that feels good," Tom groaned, his head falling back against the couch as Nick began to stroke him with firm, steady strokes. The cream made his hand slick and slippery, the friction sending waves of pleasure through Tom's body. Nick looked up, his eyes locking onto Tom's gaze.
"Watch me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick a drop of the cream from his hand. Tom's breath hitched, his eyes widening in surprise as he watched Nick's mouth close around his cock, the sensation of the cream overwhelming him. The taste was sweet and musky, unlike anything Nick had ever experienced before. He could feel the cream working its magic, his senses heightened as he began to suck and lick Tom's length. Tom groaned, his fingers tightening in Nick's hair as he bucked his hips, chasing the pleasure that was building within him. The cream seemed to amplify every sensation, every touch, every taste. Nick could feel Tom's arousal pulsing through him, as if they were connected on a cellular level.
The cream's influence was undeniable, and as Nick continued to pleasure Tom, he felt his own body shifting and changing. His muscles tightened, his skin tingling as if alive with electricity. He looked down at his hands, now covered in a fine layer of downy fur, and felt a thrill of pleasure and surprise. It was as if he were transforming along with Tom, their bodies responding to the same primal call.
Tom's breath came in ragged gasps as he watched Nick's transformation, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Nick's new fur, and let out a low moan. "You're changing too," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Nick looked up, a grin spreading across his face as he felt a primal urge take hold. He wanted to claim Tom, to mark him as his own.
He raised his head, his eyes locking onto Tom's gaze. "You belong to me now," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Tom's eyes widened, his body shaking with the force of his arousal. He nodded, unable to speak as Nick's words seemed to seep into his very soul. Nick felt a surge of power, of primal dominance, as he looked down at Tom's cock, still slick with the cream. He licked his lips, a hungry look in his eyes.
- Aš tave prarysiu, - sušnibždėjo jis tyliu balsu.
Niko akys laukinės, jo krūtinė svyravo, kai jis šliaužė Tomo kūnu, jo rankos tyrinėjo kiekvieną naujos draugo formos centimetrą. Tomas buvo raumeningas ir karštas po juo, o Nikas visas atsistoti. Jis paėmė Tomo burną įnirtingai pabučiuot, jo liežuvis giliai pasinerė, reikalavo ir dominuoja. Tomas aimanavo į bučinį, rankomis braidžiodamas per Niko tvirtina, pirštais braukdamas jį dengiantį naują kailį. Nikas kiekvieną prisilietimą jautė kaip kibirkštį, jo kūnas liepsnojo iš poreikio.
Jis nutraukė bučinį, jo krūtinė išslinko, kai pažvelgė į Tomą.
– Noriu, kad tu savyje, – alsavo jis, o jo balsas ūžė kaip pirmaeilis poreikis. Tomo akys išsiplėti iš nuostabos, bet jis linktelėjo, trokšdamas paklusti. „Taip, po velnių, taip“, – sumurmėjo jis, jo klubai atšoko, kad susitiktų su Nicku, kai jie greitai nusirengė likusius drabužius. Nikas krapštė stalčiuje tepalo, o rankos drebėjo iš nekantrumo. Jis greitai pakilo, o kvėpavimas trumpai užgniaužė, kai pajuto vėsų skystį prie įkaitusios odos. Jis atsidūrė virš Tomo, akis įsmeigęs į draugo žvilgsnį, kai jis lėtai nusileido ant Tomo gaidžio. Ruožas buvo intensyvus, bet malonumas buvo didžiulis.
Nikas dejavo, jo kūnas drebėjo, kai ėmė Tomą centimetrą po centimetro. Jis jau sielą kiekvieną keterą, kiekvieną gyslą, tarsi jos būtų įspaustos reikalingoje vietoje. Tomas stebėjo jį, jo akys prisipildė pagarbos ir troškimo. - Nikai, - sušnibždėjo jis, jo balsas buvo tirštas emocijų. – Tu tokia velniškai graži. Nikas jam nusišypsojo, o jo akyse sužibo piktas. - Aš tik pradedu, - sumurmėjo jis, o jo klubai pradėjo judėti lėtu, jausmingu ritmu. Tomas dejavo, rankomis suėmęs Niko klubus, o pirštais gilindamasis į naują, kailuotą odą.
"Po velnių, Nikai, tai beprotiška. Niekada nieko panašaus nejaučiau", – alsavo jis, o jo kūnas drebėjo, kai Nikas pajudėjo virš jo.
Nikas nusišypsojo, o akyse blykstelėjo, kai pasilenkė, lūpas priglaudęs prie Tomo ausies. - Turiu idėją, - sumurmėjo jis tyliu balsu. "Noriu tau kai ką parodyti. Eime į mano poreikį."
Tomui nespėjus atsakyti, Nikas atsikėlė nuo sofos, Tomas vis dar buvo palaidotas giliai savyje. Jis greitai judėjo, jo kūnas prisitaikė prie nepažįstamo pojūčio, kai perėjo koridoriumi į savo miegamąjį. Tomo rankos sugriebė jo klubą, pirštai braukė po naują jautrų kailį, dengiantį Niko kūną. Nikas jautė kiekvieną prisilietimą, kiekvieną judesį, tarsi jų kūnai būtų susieti gilesniu lygmeniu. Jis atsisuko pažvelgti į Tomą, jo akys prisipildė linksmumo ir troškimo.
- Po velnių, tu jautiesi taip gerai, - sušnibždėjo jis, o jo klubai buvo pakėlę Niko judesius.
Nikas pasilenkė, atsiremdamas į Tomo krūtinę, o jo lūpos ieškojo draugo. Jų bučinys buvo nuožmus, jų liežuviai susimušė pirmaprade šokyje. Kremo įtaka buvo apčiuopiama, kiekvienas prisilietimas, kiekvienas skonis stiprėjo ir sustiprėjo. Nikas jautė Tomo malonumą pulsuojantį per jį, jų kūnai susijungę tokiu lygiu, kuris pranoksta fizinį.
Kai jie judėjo kartu, jų kvėpavimas tapo neaiškus, dejonės ir dusulys užpildė mažą butą.
Nick felt a surge of power and primal need coursing through him, and he wanted to show Tom everything, to claim him completely. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against Tom's face.
"I need you to trust me, Tom," he whispered, his eyes locked onto Tom's gaze. "I want to show you something... incredible."
Tom nodded, a mix of anticipation and trepidation playing across his features. "I trust you, Nick. Show me."
Nick grinned, a wicked spark in his eyes. He carefully pulled himself off Tom, leaving him throbbing and aching with need.