This time, he could feel it–like he had in the alley. The gun was pulling from his own thoughts, ideas and fantasies, pushing them out in the ray which enveloped the young derelict. As he watched, he saw the man shift and change as he held down the trigger for a few seconds, and when he released it, he found himself looking someone quite different. Some of him was the same, now that he looked. His clothes hadn’t really changed much–he was still in his piss soiled denim–but the man had gone from being relatively fit and trim to a much, much larger body. He looked to have gained at least fifty pounds of muscle, and he was looking at Wade, blinking…and then squinting…
“You…what the hell did you do to me?”
Tell him? Don’t tell him?
The guy pushed himself up to standing and started walking towards him–or lumbering, rather. But as he got closer, the guy’s nostrils flared out, his mouth dropped open, and he let out a moan. “F-Fuck…what’s that…smell?”
Before Wade could do anything to avoid him, the guy had rushed over and pushed him up against the wall, nose pressed to Wade’s body until he wrapped his lips around one of his fat nipples and started sucking and biting at it, his milk gushing out into the man’s mouth. Immediately he started groaning and moaning, grinding his cock against Wade’s bare thigh–the pisswet denim clammy against him, and Wade wondered what in the hell he’d done exactly, but he couldn’t think that hard with his milk flowing–he pushed the man down to his knees and freed his cock from his rubber pants again. It was already wet, and the man started drinking down his cum, sucking it freely, one hand thrust down into his jeans, massaging his own cock.
Wade looked down the alley and saw they were in full view of the rest of the world. This didn’t exactly bother him–if anything, the idea of people seeing what was happening kind of excited him. However, it wasn’t going to be very helpful for either of them to get caught by the police, especially with the gun. He pushed the guy free from his cock, as much as it hurt him to do so. “No, we need…fuck, we gotta go.”
The guy was obviously trying to sort through what had just happened to him on the asphalt, and he looked up at Wade. “What did you do? I was pissing, and then…then I couldn’t get enough, and now…fuck, your cum, I need it so fuckin’ bad. Please…”
Well, at least he wasn’t going to have to try and convince him to return home with him. “You can have all the cum you want, but you have to come back to my place with me for it.”
It was obvious that had the guy not just tasted cum which had a drug like hold on him, he never would have left his alley to go home with some stranger, much the less a rubber freak like this. But he…needed to taste it. Drink it. So he got up, and nodded. “But…but what was that thing? That thing you shot me with?”
Wade stashed the gun in his backpack again, and looked at him, wondering how much to say. “It’s…well, I don’t really know. It changed me, but I don’t know how it works. I’m trying to change back to my old self,” he lied, “but I need someone to test it out on. You’ll be back to normal by morning, if you help me, I promise. What’s your name, by the way? Mine’s Wade.”
“Ben.”
“Alright, can I get your help for the night, Ben?”
That was at least a bit of reassurance, and even though he was uneasy about his new addiction, he followed Wade out of the alley and back towards his apartment. What Wade hadn’t noticed was a dark figure hunched down at the other end of the alley, who had arrived around the time Ben had tried to whore his mouth out to him. Now, he stood up and followed the two of them at a safe distance, his uniform and body immaculate aside from a curiously large bulge at the crotch, where his grapefruit size sack was held. The uniform thought about calling his partner to help, but it would be better if he could handle this on his own, rather than involving his other half. Besides, then he could be the one in charge of the gun, rather than just playing second fiddle–yeah, he liked that idea a lot–besides, what trouble could these two give him really? Some rubber freak with a massive sack and tiny cock, and a derelict urinal cumwhore wouldn’t be any match for him, even with the gun. And then he’d be in charge–like he should have been all along.
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