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The New Adventures of Aaron
This thread branches off to follow the adventures of the jock in the theater who became the new Aaron.Justin arrived at the movie theater and purchased his ticket. He was bit early, and it would be a long film. So he proceeded to the concession stand. After all what's a movie without popcorn. He couldn't help but notice the surly looking young man behind the counter. He ostentatiously wore a platinum Rolex with his theater uniform. He was clearly telegraphing a message to everyone that he didn't belong here. Justin didn't know whether the kid was a rich boy whose family was making him have a job, or if he was gigolo between wealthy older women. If he'd been gay he'd have been looking at Justin and not the girl adjusting her shirt-dress by the Ladies Room.
Justin stood at the counter for a full 20 seconds before he cleared his throat, and read Aaron's name tag. He asked, "Aaron, is this register open?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah, so you want the Number One or Number Two Combo?" he asked adjusting his crotch with one hand and picking his nose with the other.
"Aa-ron, listen closely," Justin said leaning across the counter toward the swarthy dark haired punk with spiky hair, "Aaron?" he asked licking his lips provocatively as his scent wafted into the concession stand. Aaron's jaw dropped, and he hemmed and hawed, desperately trying to wet his suddenly dry lips and mouth.
"Uh, ahem, uh, sir, uh, what can I get you?" Aaron finally asked leaning over the register so that his eyes could fix on Justin's bulge. He inhaled deeply. He knew he wasn't gay, but suddenly he wished he was. It would make it so much easier to explain why he wanted the handsome stranger's cock buried between his butt cheeks. His eyes started to water up at the thought. Part of him was repulsed at the idea, part of him loved the idea, and part of him feared that Justin wouldn't want to stick his precious cock in some popcorn jockey's ass. He glanced down at his watch, and undid the safety clasp. "Would you like my Rolex?" he asked breathlessly offering the treasured watch to a this sexy total stranger.
Justin smiled, "Is it real?" He asked as he pulled the watch out of Aaron's grasp.
"Yeah, it's real," there was lilt of longing or forlorn in Aaron's voice.
"Thank you, Aaron. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Aaron froze. He stood there stiffly with his chest puffed out while biting his lip. Then he blurted out, "You can fuck me until, until I'm satisfied." He blushed and swallowed hard. He couldn't believe what he had said, or the fact that he really meant it.
Justin beamed at Aaron, "Well, I don't know about that. You're so totally hungry for cock, I don't think you can ever be satisfied. Do you?"
Aaron clenched his butt cheeks, and swallowed hard. His lust had just intensified ten-fold. His cheek brushed against Justin's manly stubble. He turned his head. Justin had leaned across the counter to whisper, and Aaron had leaned forward to move his ear close to hear the whisper. The scent was overwhelming. Aaron seemed to be in a dreamlike state as his head continued to slowly move until his lips locked on his master's. He didn't even know the guy's name, and he felt totally owned by him.
Justin ordered a large popcorn, large Diet Cherry Coke, and box of Twizzlers. He watched as Aaron rang up the total, then reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet and paid for Justin's snack. Justin tore open the corner of the Twizzlers and deliberately put the long twisted red candy into his mouth. He did it as seductively as he could. He grinned as he watched the bulge in Aaron's black trousers form a 2 inch diameter wet spot.
"You have a break coming up soon, Aaron?" Justin asked casually chomping on a handful of popcorn.
"Uh, yeah in about 30 minutes."
"Fine. I'm in Theater Six, I'll be in the sixth row from the front, dead center. You crawl down the row on your hands and knees, and give me the best blow job you can. And remember to swallow, not spit," Justin ordered.
"Right sixth row, theater six, and swallow, not spit. I'll be there in 30, sir," Aaron said proudly.
"So tell me, do you like your job here, Aaron?"
Aaron shrugged, "Not really? But I haven't got a choice though. I need this job as part of my parole." He sounded sad.
"Parole? What did you do?"
"Nothing really. Just a woman left her purse in my car, and I got accused of theft. But I didn't steal anything."
Justin could just hear the strain in Aaron's voice. It was all true, except it wasn't. He had stolen the woman's heart. Intentional or unintentional, it didn't matter stolen didn't matter. Maybe he just wanted someone to buy him concert tickets, or maybe he just didn't know any better.
Justin glanced at the new Rolex on his wrist and asked, "Is this time right?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'd better head into the movie. Thanks for the Rolex. So who gave you the watch before you gave it to me?"
Aaron opened his mouth to speak, but Justin cut him off.
"Tell me later; oh, and when you crawl down the row, bring a small cup filled with popcorn butter.
"It's not butter - really it's coconut oil."
"All the better to lube you with, my dear Aaron, all the better to lube you with," said in his best big bad wolf impression. Then as he turned to walk away Justin added, "Oh, and make sure you're naked."
He decided it was probably the red smock that the theater employees wore that had made him respond that way. It really didn't matter how it sounded, he knew he owned Aaron, and that Arron would be crawling on the sticky movie theater floor, just to suck Justin's cock. Justin also knew that he'd pop Aaron's cherry, and add Aaron to his collection while he watched Cameron's new movie Avatar. CGI would never replace a willing straight ass.
The avatar was now floating in the tank of liquid, when I heard the crunch of popcorn under Aaron's hands and knees as he made his way down the row of empty seats toward where Justin was sitting. His clothing and shoes were neatly folded and set in the aisle seat of Justin's row.
Aaron's mind was struggling with the concept that he was naked in his place of employment and crawling naked in a darkened theater full of people. Worst of all, he was crawling to suck strange guy's cock. He'd never sucked cock in his life before, he had never wanted to do it. Now his whole being seemed to be obsessed with being the best cocksucker this guy has ever known. Why? Why? Aaron wracked his mind trying to figure out why he was obsessed with this wonderful smelling man.
Justin looked down at the hairy young man that had crawled up to him. His newest boy was far to hairy. Dense black hairs covered his arms, back, ass, and legs. They would have to go. He grabbed the boy's hair and yanked the head up to see his hairy torso and crotch. He had expected with a name like Aaron that the boy would be circumcised. He frowned, some people had no sense of tradition or maybe his looks and name misled Justin into a false assumption. It didn't matter. Aaron would end up without body hair or a foreskin before the movie was over.
Aaron's thoughts of resistance or fleeing were gone. He was too close to his goal. Justin was sitting there with his fly open, and the sweet musky smell had melted away all thoughts that didn't involve sucking Justin's cock, and evolved to include his desire to lose his cherry ass to the stranger sitting in the fifth row center.
"I don't wa-gulp," Aaron said with tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn't want to do it, but as soon as he opened his mouth it moved to swallow Justin's exposed cock. He gulped it down burying his nose in Justin's pubes and driving the foot long sausage deep into his throat.
"Sometimes it's too easy," Justin whispered.
He glanced around to see the nearby moviegoers had their eyes riveted on the blue man floating in the tank on the screen.
"Heh, heh, Hefty Smurf," chuckled Justin. He concentrated on the muscles.
Aaron gulped madly. Justin's cock slid in and out of Aaron's throat. Aaron would inhale air between thrusts. It came naturally. The pheromones ripped his mind and reprogram his identity and somehow Justin's cock reprogrammed Aaron's body. Aaron's eyes stopped watering and his eyes bulged as he saw his exposed biceps swelling and growing more muscular. Then Aaron started shedding. The floor of the movie theater was littered with lots of little black body hairs. The patches of bare skin appeared in the furry coat that had covered Aaron, and the patches grew and grew together until it seemed as if there were hairy spots of fur growing on Aaron's otherwise smooth skin. His spine started making popping sounds as did his joints. Aaron had been 5'10, but when Justin was through Aaron would be 6'4".
"Sh!" hissed the big guy in the hoodie two rows behind Justin.
Justin turned to look. The guy was a jock nerd. He was into gaming, scifi and he played sports. He didn't want his jock buds to know that he was at Avatar, so he had gone alone and wore his hoodie pulled over his head. Justin glanced down at Aaron's changing body. Aaron would look ridiculous in his old uniform, but the jock's clothes would fit the new Aaron better. Justin made eye contact with the jock. The jock stiffened up, and got up. He was soon seated next to Justin, licking his lips as he watched Aaron madly working Justin's cock, and slowly began to remove his clothing. The jock inhaled deeply, Justin's sexually aroused pheromones were even more intense.
Justin smiled. He didn't know the jock's name. He didn't care. The jock would soon be wearing Aaron's uniform, and would be sent back to man the concession stand. For all intents and purposes, the jock would be Aaron. The new and improved Aaron would be dressed as the jock, and fulfilling his new life's ambition of being Justin's bedwarmer de jour.
He glanced at the jock, and grinned. Justin asked, "So you like what you see, jock boy?"
"Uh,huh," mumbled the jock boy drooling as he sat shirtless staring longingly at Justin's cock.
"You like being a jock stud?"
"Uh,huh."
"Oh, good Aaron. You know if I let you suck my cock you won't be a jock stud any more. You'll be just a little jock sniffer longing for the days when you used to be a jock."
"Huh? Uh, jock-sniffer?"
"Yeah, a real jock-sniffer. Your former buds will catch you sniffing their athletic equipment wishing that you still fit into their world. The only way they'll be able to remember you is if you swallow their cum. They'll look down and remember what you used to be, and know what you've become. It may be hell for you, but hell you'll be a jock-sniffer. You'll love just being close to the jocks, even if it is humiliating, degrading, and results in you being the biggest cum dump you can imagine."
The jock stared at Justin's face with one eye, and focused on Aaron sucking Justin's cock. Aaron was now 6' 4" with blond highlighted hair, a golden tan, and no body hair. His body had changed into a total muscle god. He released Justin's softening cock and licked the cum from his lips hungrilly devouring ever last dollop. He knelt with his butt on his heels.
"You brought the butter- I mean coconut oil, Aaron?"
"Yes, sir, Master Justin, sir," Aaron answered. He didn't know how he knew the stranger's name, but he did. Maybe it was contained in his cum. He didn't know, he didn't care, he just wanted the tranformation to be complete.
"Okay, jock boy, you get me hard again. Aaron dip your cock in the oil, apply a little to jockboy's anus, and then use the rest on your own hole."
The two young mindslaves obeyed. Justin stole a glance at jockboy's circumcised cock. It would look good on Aaron's new body. The jock buried his mouth in Justin's lap. He quivered as the oil was massaged into his rosebud. He secretly hoped that Justin would fuck him first.
When it was all done, the new-improved hotter Aaron sat next to Justin wearing the jock's clothing. He didn't care about the movie or anything except serving Master Justin. The jockboy was a lot more confused. He had lost 100 lbs, and was now only 5'6" tall. He found Aaron's clothing at the end of the row and put it on. He had to roll up the legs on the trousers and the sleeves on the smock. He stood up staight in the aisle and his pants dropped to his ankles. The former jock looked down at his manhood. It had shrunk too, in some ways. It was only 4.5 inches long now, which was sort of proportional to his size, but his new foreskin hung down past his glans making it closer to his old length. He wanted to stay with Justin, but he had to obey. Aaron was so lucky. He trudged to the concession stand and assumed Aaron's former job.
His buddy Breck "Brick" Bonner stepped up to the concession stand. "Hey, popcorn jockey, I want an extra large combo."
Brick didn't recognize him. The jock looked down at himself, he didn't recognize himself either. The name tag said he was Aaron, so he guessed that was his name now.
He got Brick the extra large combo, and charged him for only a medium combo. He said, "Here you go, Brick."
"How do you know my name, twerp? You go to my school?" the new Aaron simply nodded.
He was embarrassed that he was positively gushing over the big jock. He was also embarrassed that he was caught staring lustilly after his old buddy's retreating two perfect globes. The hot girl who was next in line was pissed. She wasn't used to guys looking at another guy's tush over her two size DD breasts.
"Excuse me, gayboy, but I'd like a Diet Coke - small please!"
"Oh, sure, sorry, sweetie," the new Aaron answered.
"sweetie?" the young lady was devastated. No one had ever called her "sweetie" before. She took the drink and her change and headed to the bathroom to check her face. Maybe she used too much makeup, maybe not enough. Maybe she had developed crow's feet. She hurried into the restroom running into a woman leaving. Her drink spilled drenching both of them. They stood there dripping with soda as their blouses clung to their chests. Most of the guys who could see were stopped and staring at this free wet t-shirt exposition. Only the new Aaron continued waiting on his customers without even a glimmer of interest.
The next guy in line was a five foot nine tennis player. He was toned but not buff by the New Aaron's former standards. Still he was buffer than the new Aaron was now, and Aaron found himself lusting after the young man's body.
"Hi, my name's Aaron. How may I serve you, sir?"
"Huh, oh, I want a big Coke, a hot dog and nachos with cheese," he answered.
"Do you want mustard, ketchup and onions on your dog?" Aaron asked with his eyes locked on the bulge in the tennis shorts.
"Uh, no I want it plain," he said.
"I'll get you a nice long, straight hotdog."
"Yeah, that'll be fine." The tennis stud was feeling a bit awkward. The guy hadn't said anything overtly sexual, but Blaine had the distinct feeling the little soda jerk was hitting on him.
It was an hour or so later that Justin left the theater with his newest boy in tow. He glanced at the two inch gap between the bottom of Aaron's jeans and his stockinged feet. Turned out the jock's size 12 shoes were too small for the new improved Aaron. His feet were size 18, well out of proportion with his useless dong. Justin led Aaron for the exit away from the concession stand he didn't want the jocksniffer latching on to them.
The last film ended and the movie goers streamed out. Blaine headed for the concession stand to get his free popcorn refill. The new Aaron had his back to Blaine, but was watching Blaine's reflection approaching in the shiny popcorn popper that Aaron was supposedly polishing. He licked his lips. This was his best chance to get some cum, his stomach rumbled, he was starving. What had that man done to him? He turned sharply and pretended to be startled by Blaine's appearance.
"Free refill," Blaine said looking around. No one else was in sight. He noticed that the velvet rope cut off the crowd from this area. Blaine had just squeezed between the pillar and the wall.
"The concession stand is closed, but I can get you some popcorn," then he added softly as he turned away and winked, "Would you like a bj with that?"
"Did you offer me a blow job?" Blaine said incredulously.
"Free of course, sir," Aaron said looking up from where he was bent over scooping popcorn out of a plastic bag in the cabinet. He looked up at Blaine and licked his lips, "We can go in the store room, and get you some salt for your popcorn refill."
Blaine shrugged. He wasn't getting any tonight anywhere else, and Aaron did seem eager.
"Uh, I don't know. I've never..."
He just noddded. Looked to make sure no one was looking and followed Aaron into the store room. Aaron seemed to know what he was doing. He might be light in the loafers, but he still had his jock-take charge attitude, even if it was now redirected to take charge of other guy's delicious cocks. He licked his lips.
Aaron's mouth had a phenomenol affect on Blaine. His whole body felt ennervated. His balls swelled at the same time they contracted. His testosterone levels soared. Each load he blew sent tremors throughout his body. He felt his clothing tightening on him. He literally was growing bigger with each load Aaron sucked out of him. He couldn't believe the bulging arms that filled his now tight jacket like it was painted on. He heard his buttons pop on his shirt as he went from a 42 jacket to a 54 jacket in a matter of minutes. He ripped open his shirt and stared down at his ripped abs and huge pecs. Blaine had never been into bodybuilding before, but henceforth he was a muscle worshipper. He managed to pry his cell phone out of his back pocket and phoned his buddy Mitch.
"Dude, you got to get your ass over to the movie theater right now!" Blaine ordered.
Blaine let Mitch in through the back door while Aaron stood watch. Mitch's eyes went wide when he saw his new improved friend.
"Whoa, Blaine, I'd ask if you'd been working out, but I just saw you six hours ago. What the- how did you get like that?" Mitch stared at the Herculean Adonis that now stood six inches above him. He looked down to see that he could see four inches of socks between Blaine's pant leg and his shoe. He could also see Blaine's outtie belly button where the shirt had been pulled back and away by Blaine's lengthening and widening torso.
"Aaron over here sucked my cock, and each load made me buffer. I thought I'd share my good fortune. Aaron get your ass over here and give Mitch a blow job."
"Yes, Blaine, sir."
Mitch looked down at the short guy kneeling before him. He looked over at musclebound Blaine. He didn't see how this would work, but he wanted the same results Blaine had gotten. Aaron gently pulled Mitch's cock out of his cargo shorts and proved his expertise.
Mitch closed his eyes, and sighed. He threw his head back, his knees flexed with weakness, and he biggest load he ever ejaculated gushed out of his cock into Aaron's hungry mouth. And it gushed, and it gushed, it showed no signs of stopping. Mitch felt his muscles compacting tightening, and he felt his cargo shorts brush the top of his high top shoes. He opened his eyes.
Blaine was looking down at him with a mixture of horror and lust in his eyes.
"Oh, Mitch, I'm so sorry. I'm sure this is my fault, but man I'm not complaining about your looks."
"What the hell happened to me?" Mitch asked looking up and down at his buff hairy tiny body.
Aaron who now stood over a foot taller than Mitch shrugged. His manager called.
"Sorry, I've gotta go. You two sort it out," Aaron said running back to the concession counter.
"You said I'd be buff like you, and now I'm-?" Mitch sighed in frustration.
"You know I've had this fantasy about a sex dwarf," Blaine began.
Mitch's face fell. He suddenly understood why he had been staring at Blaine's crotch. He was Blaine's twisted fantasy made flesh. Blaine was his purpose in life. It was good to have a purpose. He grinned, and looked up at the stud he wanted to call master. So many raging hormones, so many conflicted emotions. Mitch was going to be the best sex dwarf Blaine could want. Mitch desperately wanted Blaine to want him.
Aaron was amazed that the night manager didn't realize he wasn't the same Aaron that had been working there earlier, but it didn't matter. He had completely forgotten about Blaine and Mitch and now was focusing his charms on the manager. Aaron couldn't explain it, but he couldn't help himself. He was obsessed with cock. It didn't matter to him what happened to the guys whose cocks fed his need. He just had to have them. The manager was obviously uncomfortable with Aaron's flirting. His face had turned beet red as Aaron suggestively removed the old hot dogs from the rotating grill.
The balding manager pulled Aaron into the storage room, and shoved him against the wall.
"Okay, punk, I don't know what your game is - I don't know if you want me to cream my pants or get me for sexual harassment or what? I do know I'm a fat bald middle aged guy with two kids and a hefty alimony payment, so I'm not some college boy's wet dream, or college girl's dream either."
He let Aaron grow. He seemed morose.
Aaron went over to him. He knelt at his feet, and looked up into the manager "Jerry's" eyes. He said, "Dreams can come true."
He unzipped, Jerry's fly. Jerry opened his mouth to protest, but as he felt the caress of Aaron's lips and tongue, the only sound to escape from Jerry's mouth was a sigh.
Aaron closed his eyes and went to work. Jerry would have to say his blueballs enjoyed all this attention even if it was from a snotty nosed kid. He felt strangely invigorated and released. He fished in his pocket for a hanky to wipe his sweaty scalp. His pants seemed a bit looser than before, but what startled him was the thick silky hair he felt on his head where minutes earlier there had been bare scalp.
"Thank you, Aaron, thank you. Damn, it's like a fairy tale. I used to be a frog - now I'm a prince. Fairy tale? Haha, a fairy fairy tale. Haha." He chuckled madly as he ran off to see himself in a mirror.
"Whoa, dude!" said Brett. He put his hand on Aaron's shoulder. He was a foot taller than Aaron, and before his transformation, Brett had been Aaron's buddy. Aaron used to be a jock, damned if he could remember his old name, but Brett had been on the wrestling team with him, and had given him a free pass to Avatar. So in a way his current dick-crazed limp-wristed twinky state was all Brett's fault.
"I saw what you did to Jerry. If you can turn that turd into a hunk, you can really make me god's gift to women. Now start sucking," he ordered.
Aaron did as he was told. He had expected Brett to hulk out like he had said, but instead he felt Brett's big cock shrinking in his mouth. He remembered Mitch the sex dwarf, and wondered if that would be Brett's fate too. He wondered, but he didn't stop sucking. He was going to drain Brett's balls dry.
Brett moaned. His knees buckled. He ran his fingers over his head. Clumps of hair came off in his hands. He shreiked.
Aaron stood up and looked down into Brett's eyes. The short hairless man stood there in Brett's baggy smock with his pants around his ankles. He was a four-foot ten hairless freak, and he couldn't take his eyes off Aaron's bulging trousers.
Aaron stood there and enjoyed Brett's blow job. The hairless gnome was really eager.
"Oh, yeah, I'd forgotten how good a blow job felt," sighed Aaron remembering his former life as a jock with a cheerleader at his feet.
Brett slurped. Brett swallowed. Brett yelped.
Aaron stared down. He could still recognize Brett's facial features in the diminutive version of his body currently at Aaron's feet. Brett's face looked eager, loyal and none too bright. His tongue hung out of his mouth, as he panted waiting for praise or instruction.
"Good boy, Brett," said Aaron awkwardly petting his former co-worker's head.
Jerry ducked his head back in, "Say, Aaron, here are the keys. You and Brett lock up - fuck is that Brett? He looks exactly like he did in my dream last night." Jerry seemed a bit flustered and embarrassed.
"Guess, your dreams leaked into reality. That's Brett alright," Aaron said hoping not to have any more need for explanations.
"Uh, okay. I hope he's housebroken. Lock up, and take your new pet home, I'll see you tomorrow."
"What do you mean my new pet?" Aaron asked looking down at eager Brett. He didn't know where the rubber butt plug tail came from that Brett was currently wagging, but he had a sinking feeling that Jerry was right. Still this pet did have one singular benefit.
Aaron collected Brett's stuff, and used his tee-shirt as a diaper. He finished cleaning up and locking up the empty theater with Brett trotting on all fours behind every step of the way.
Now Aaron had to figure out where to go. He wasn't the real Aaron, so going to Aaron's house would be awkward. He couldn't go to his home. No one would believe that he was - damn why couldn't he remember his old name. He decided to take Brett home since that guy lived by himself. He loaded Brett and his stuff into his red BMW. At least that was still there. He drove toward Brett's place with Brett's bald head sticking out the window all the way. Brett's apartment was right up the staircase from his reserved parking space. Aaron was glad no one seemed to be around. He fumbled with Brett's keys, while the dog boy kept rubbing against his thigh and crotch.
Aaron balked when he entered Brett's apartment. It looked exactly like a dog slave lived there. In the corner was a big cage with two big bowls inside it. There were odd bondage devices around the room. Aaron turned on the kitchen light and balked as he saw a big bag of "PURINA MAN-DOG CHOW" resting against the wall. He opened Brett's fridge and discovered more human-canine goodies.
He had a sudden thought he put Brett in the cage with some food and water, and went back down to his car. He went to the glove box and pulled out the registration. The name had changed. It now read, "Aaron Justinspawn," and it gave his jock-self's home address. He whistled. This was all too weird. He didn't want to see if his folks had changed from their buff selves into nerds too. He just wanted to sleep. He locked his car, and went upstairs. It wouldn't be right to leave Brett alone all night.
The next morning there's a knock at the door. Aaron answers. It's the superintendent's kid here to snake Brett's pipes. The kid is 18, but he's a late bloomer. There are probably fewer than a dozen peach fuzz hairs on his virgin unshaved face. He's got a bad case of acne, and you can hear him trying to make his voice deeper every time he talks.
"So how'd you like a blow job?" Aaron asked.
The guy looked from him to Brett who was now completely clothed in a black leather dog suit. "Only if you do it."
Aaron was on his knees in nothing flat. His mouth swallowed Kit's flaccid cock, and soon had him rock hard. Kit closed his eyes, and let himself go in the moment.
There was was the sound of seams ripping as his shirt sleeves were ripped off his shirt by his expanding shoulders, arms and chest. Eight inches of bare calf were exposed now below his taut jeans. Kit laughed as he looked down at Aaron who had gotten up off his knees to keep Kit's rising cock still in his mouth.
"Wow, you look like Brett's big brother," Aaron said looking at the new hulked out Kit.
"Glad you think so. I think I'll keep you two bitch boys," Kit said.
"Uh, thanks, but I'm not a bitch boy," Aaron said standing up.
"I think you will be after you suck your own cock," said Kit grabbing Aaron firmly by the shoulder and forcing him back on the floor. "You might need a little help from my muscle, but I know you'll be able to suck yourself into my ideal slaveboy. Then I'll have to cute little animal slaves: Thing B - that's Brett, and Thing A - that'll be you, Aaron."
Aaron can't help but let his rock hard cock pass his own lips as Kit's firm hands move him into position as if he were a doll. He feels the warm mushroom tip on his tongue and he cannot help but start to lap it, making it harder and coaxing it further into his mouth. He hears a popping sound as his spine bends and stretches to accommodate a better position.
"That's it Thing A, eat your cock and become my pussy," laughed Kit licking Aaron's ear.
Aaron's urge to swallow his cock is the overriding force now, and he makes a lunge forward taking in half his cock. He begins to suck in earnest.
"I can't wait to see what you become," Kit says. Behind him Thing B is silent and staring at the action at hand.
Aaron changes back into the jock he was in the movie theater before Justin changed him. He's the jock again, but he's still the Aaron Justin created. He lunges at Kit and wrestles him and fucks his ass. Kit screams as he assumes the wimpy form of Aaron and becomes the Thing A he had originally planned for Aaron.
"Kit, I like the way you thought, now you're the Thing A you envisioned, except your mine. Haha, oh, and don't call me Master Aaron. I remember my real name now - call me Master Justin."
(Suggestions for Time Slip or different ending welcome)
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* The New Adventures of Aaron
23:12 on 2010-02-19
Some of the scenarios were really hot, but I wound up getting confused by who was who and some of the action. And I'm an English grad, so if I can't get it I guarantee you most people can't.
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* The New Adventures of Aaron
06:44 on 2010-02-22
Very hot but also confusd as to who was who.
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