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Alexander whistled softly to himself as he walked down the street, his long trench coat flapping behind him in the wind. He wiggled his hands inside his pockets, trying to work some warmth into them in the cool November air. He sighed softly to himself and adjusted his backpack as he trudged down the street in the late afternoon light. Colorful leaves blew around him in the wind as he turned the corner and started down a side street as a way to cut a couple minutes off his trip. He walked across a vacant lot, jumping a couple pieces of concrete on the way before he made his way out and onto another side street.

The van had been following him for some time now, taking routes that brought them in and out of sight with him, trying not to raise too much suspicion until they were sure... But the time had come. The van picked up speed and rumbled along the street, barely coming to a stop before the back burst open, two large men rushing at Alexander, dressed head to toe in black. With a start and a cry, Alexander turned and ran, pumping his legs as fast as he could through the empty lot. He jumped clean over the concrete chunks as he ran for what he figured was his life. He dropped his backpack in order to make himself lighter and succeeded in running a bit faster as he cleared the other side of the lot and got back onto the adjacent street.

No sooner had he gotten out onto the adjacent street than another large man slammed into him from the side. The two clattered down to the ground and Alex's hands were brought behind his back, the harsh tightness of a strap coming around his hands to hold them in place. Frantic, Alexander kicked out behind himself, trying to hit the man in the balls, hoping he would be able to get free and get away from whatever this was.

What he hit seemed to be padding of some sort, not reacting in the slightest. His legs were grabbed after the first kick and tied as well. A blindfold was tugged around his face, held tightly, all vision disappearing. Next came a ball gag of some sort, slid into his mouth... What was most unusual was that it seemed to be squishy, even wet, the slightest pressure releasing a strange synthetic flavor into his mouth. Alexander thrashed as hard as he could, but it was mostly in vain as he was vastly overpowered by the men holding him down. He yelled through the gag, but failed to really make much noise. He kicked out again, hoping maybe he'd missed the first time and just got the guy's stomach or something.

His bound legs managed to hit nothing and were soon grabbed once more, the leg restraints tied to the hand restraints, the teen in a most awkward position. He was lifted up and carried, more hands than he coudl count on his body. Alexander slumped and resigned himself to the fact that he'd been well and truly caught. He growled in his throat, but couldn't really do much more than hang and be as annoying and dead of a weight as he could be. It was a quick operation. He felt himself slid into the back of the van, the metal floor cold against his cheek. The doors of the van were slammed shut and then came the rumble and vibration of driving. It went on and on for what seemed like ages and then the ride got even worse, feeling as if it was on some sort of gravel road. Alex could hear the rocks being tossed by the tires. He sighed through his nose and bit down on the gag in sheer frustration, yelling loudly into it and going a bit red in the face from the effort.

"You've got some spirit kid... The doc will like that..." A voice said from his side, "We're miles away from anyone who would care to listen though... And that gag is releasing a seditive." the man smirked gently, the slime sliding down Alex's throat each time he bit it.

Alex tried to blow the slime out between his lips and the gag, but found that he was pretty well sealed and the slime was damn well going to slide down his throat and it didn't really matter all that much, did it? He sighed and relaxed his jaw a bit as the sedative took effect. It was probably going to be fine. They were probably just not allowed to tell people about it because it was such groundbreaking work or something like that. Yeah. Alex licked the gag absentminedly.

It seemed to be more than a seditive. As he licked it his body felt so relaxed, so good... as if all his muscles were loose, massaged. He felt warm, full, contented. His nipples rubbed against his shirt, getting harder. He let out a little hum through his nose as he licked more at the gag, liking the feeling he was beginning to feel. He liked feeling warm and content. It was nice.

The liquid seemed to flow faster down his throat, his cock tingling as if it was readjusting itself in his clothes, his balls seemed to make less room. The van came to a stop, the doors were opened and soon and Alex was lifted up. With the chemical in his blood stream the sudden raise made him feel as if he was flying, floating above everything else. There were sounds in the distance, of doors and buzzers and buttons... But they seemed distant.

Alex reveled in the fun feeling of flying through the clouds. He pictured himself flying up and over the clouds, completely free and happy. He wondered if he needed wings to fly. The hands carrying him felt nice and warm. He licked at the gag again, almost sucking on it, his saliva and the slime sliding steadily down his throat.

After a few long moments Alex was held in place and his legs were cut free, then his arms. More secure straps were put in place on each and Alex's legs and arms were pulled to the side. At long last the blindfold was removed. His vision was foggy at first but it cleared to reveal a large tiled room with cabinets on the sides and blacked out windows on the far wall. There were various tables of medical equipment here and there and the men in black outfits were heading off.

Alex looked around in a daze, his head foggy even if his eyes could see perfectly fine. He traced his eyes over the tiles on the ceiling, vaguely wondering why he was here and why there were hoses and things coming out of the ceiling. He didn't really mind, though, because he felt good. Safe and happy. A man in his late twenties moved out from a door wearing a white lab coat, black hair tied back into a short ponytail. He had a faint mustache and soul patch, appraising brown eyes. He approached Alex and reached up, caressing his cheek in half compassion, half apraisal.

"My name is Doctor Julian." he said softly, "You are Alexander I see... A fine specimin."

Alexander struggled to focus his gaze on the man before him, though he couldn't respond due to the gag still in his mouth. Oh, right, the gag that tasted good. He started licking slowly at the gag, still looking up at Doctor Julian.

Julian smiled happily, giving Alexander's cheek a kiss. He reached up and began working on the boy's clothes. It was difficult with the restraints in place but soon the boy's trench coat was set aside. The rest of the clothes, however, Julian seemed to have no care for. His shirt was literally ripped open, the tatters falling to the floor. Julian took hold of two of the hoses and brought them over. He took caps off the ends and moved one over Alexander's chest. It latched onto his nipple with a fair amount of suction, tugging and twisting the nub of flesh. The other hose was moved to his other nipple and was soon doing the same.

Alexander moaned and arched his back, pushing his chest up as he tried to get more of that. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his entire world narrow down to those two points of suction. Julian walked over, grinning gently. He so loved when his experiments were having a good time. He reached over and groped Alexander's bulge, murmuring happily. His cock must have been at least nine inches. It was off to a good start. He worked quickly, Alexander's pants and underwear removed, tossed aside. Another hose was brought over. Julian gave his cock a few good pumps before he fed it into the hose that was soon sucking and tugging on his long meaty shaft. The doctor then moved, bringing a rolling mirror over. It reflected Alex, held in four point restraints with three insaitable tubes working on his body.

Alexander was too lost in the pleasure assaulting his senses as he sucked on the ball gag and moaned loudly, pistoning his hips up and back. Julian brought over one more hose that ended in a ribbed needle. He slid it into the gag in Alexander's mouth and released the valve. Soon each lick and suck released much more of the liquid into Alexander's mouth. His cock felt as if it was being stretched like taffy, pulled longer and longer into the hose. Julian moved, gathering more tools for the rest of the proceedure. Alexander whimpered and began swallowing the copious amounts of slimy liquid coming from the gag. He moaned as he began to tire and let his hips fall to the table as he lay there, panting through his nose and sucking on his ball gag.

Julian moved and used an alcohol swab on Alexander's arm, cleaning up the sight before he tied it off, taking out a syringe full of a gleaming neon blue liquid. He found on of Alexander's veins and injected the chemical slowly. One the syringe was removed the doctor removed the tie, letting the chemical circulate. Alexander began to feel all the tiredness, wearyness, and sleepiness of his life melt away. His arm felt strong, flexible, light. He couldn't even feel the muscles but he still felt stronger somehow. His skin darkened gently, looking vaguelly as if it was being starved of oxygen. Bit by bit the hairs on his arm began drifting down to the floor.

Alexander let out a soft moan as he tried moving his arm, liking the new feelings of strength and flexibility he was experiencing. He wiggled around a bit, pleased in a strange way. He felt just fine right as he was. Just laying there . . . The discoloration continued but rather than looking unhealthy, it soon looked... unnatural. The same neon blue was spreading across his hairless arm. The skin seemed more durable, tougher, almost synthetic. The color spread from his shoulder down to his forearm, spreading steadily. Soon his wrist, his hand, even his fingers were that bright blue. All the hairs, the folicles, the natural wrinkles... They were all gone. His fingernails even seemed as soft as his skin but were stylized, a dark black that contrasted with the blue. Alexander felt no bones, no muscle, but he could move every appendage just as easily as before, if not easier.

Alexander wiggled his fingers ecstatically as he revelled in the pleasure assaulting his body as it changed and was manipulated by the machines and whatever Doctor Julian had injected him with. He still felt content, warm, safe, and protected here, despite the strange things happening to him. Julian moved, injecting Alexander's other arm, then his legs. He was able to watch the blue appear, spreading. Every where the color went he had become hairless, smooth, sleek. It almost looked like rubber but it felt so strong. Julian then knelt before Alexander, beneath the tube sucking on his cock. He reached up and injected him one last time between the legs. A wave of intense lust began filling his mind. He felt his balls swelling larger... and larger... and larger. The blue orbs were perfectly smooth and quite large, the hose running from his groin groaning as it spread wider.

Alexander moaned loudly through his nose as he felt his balls growing and growing, now soccer ball sized. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the pleasure coursing through him as he changed and grew. His arms were quite larger than they had been, defined by every muscle in perfect anatomy. His legs were bulging in the same manner. His feet swole gently, neon blue toes, each as perfect as the last, perfectly smooth, glistening in the light. The blue moved up his abdomen, the skin forming the outline of the perfect muscles. His entire body throbbed in pleasure and joy, his libido ever increasing, but at the same time there was an odd... emptyness inside of him, a hollowness that ached a little bit more with each moment.

Alexander moaned softly as he felt his toes grow together and form a single, smooth, bootlike sock which he could wiggle as if his own foot were inside. He let out a sigh as he felt the wonderful pleasure of being changed course through him, making his balls twitch and ache. The blue continued to spread through his body, changing everything. He felt his pecs swell up, perfectly formed muscles glistening in blue, his nipples still being worked on by the hoses. Julian knelt down, unable to resist a long, luxurious lick along Alexander's foot. Alexander felt his neck getting stronger, slicker, tighter. He couldn't smell his own scent anymore, the smell of clean latex taking its place.

Alexander shuddered as he felt the hot tongue on his wonderfully sensitive foot. He curled his foot down, straining to get that tongue to lave its attention on his socked toes as he took a deep breath in. Julian grabbed the foot and massaged it, licking all over it happily, the hot saliva running across it, making it shine even more. Alexander felt his head getting lighter and lighter, his hair cascading to the floor. His vision wavered and faded but the pleasure on his foot, his nipples, his cock and balls remained. His neck felt as if it had been in a vice his whole life, finally released, finally free to flex and bend however he wished. He felt his jaw become smooth, sleek, his nose... His nose seemed to lose some of its definition, becoming smothed out. His lips came closer and closer before suddenly the ball gag snapped, the ball lodged inside of his mouth, the hose and strap falling away. The ball suddenly disolved, running down his throat in a gush.

Alexander gasped through his nose as he felt the slick gush flow down his throat. He wasn't at all sure what to make of it and tried to open his mouth to ask Julian just that question. Only, he couldn't open his mouth. He found he actually didn't mind as much as he thought he should, but he wasn't about to start panicing over things that didn't need it.

Soon his vision returned in all its glory. In the mirror before him stood a six foot four, muscled athletic body composed entirely of neon blue rubber, eyes stylized by white slanted semicircles. Julian removed the hoses from him. His nipples were wide and thick but not unseamly. The same could not be said for his cock. The hose was slid back, revealing more and more... and more... and more of a thick, drooling blue cock. It was at least three feet long, curved... and to Alexander's surprise, it moved however he wanted it to. There was one more wave of pleasure filling Alexander, a momentary blacking out. He soon came back but that empty feeling in his arms, legs, and torso now extended all the way into his head. He couldn't feel his tongue, his teeth, anything. No lungs, nothing. Julian reached up and caressed the smooth blue cheek.

"Calm now, my son... You are alright." he whispered, "If you focus... you will still be able to speak." Alexander tried to do as he was told and concentrated, trying to talk. "Can you hear me?" he asked, feeling his chest vibrate, pushing the sound out of his body in an ambidirectional wave of sound. He jumped slightly as he heard the sound and looked at Julian worriedly. "It's alright my son..." He whispered, caressing his chest, tugging on one of his nipples, "I have so much to teach you in so little time." he said, heaving a breath, "You... are a new kind of life, an ultimate companion... You are a being capable of unimaginable pleasure and joy, stimulation... But you can only accomplish this if you find someone to share their life with you, to exist inside of you. Do you understand?" Julian asked. Alexander blinked, finding the action strange because he didn't feel any physical motion despite seeing a blink, and nodded at his father.

"Yes, father, I understand. Who shoud it be?" he asked innocently as he looked at himself in the mirror, moving his cock around like an elephant's trunk. Julian moved and unstrapped his arms and then his legs, letting him stand free on the platform.

"The more innocent the male soul you share and expose to these pleasures, the more you will be fed. The longer he is in you, the more pliable he will become. You will be able to share his conciousness... When you need rest, you can surrender your will to him and let him be in control. Should you want to maximize your own pleasure, seize it from him. You can also share the experiences... but you will learn all this in time." Julian said.

Alexander slowly moved his hands over his body, his smooth fingers easily sliding over his new neon blue skin. "How will I get him in me, father? I feel so empty. I want someone in me," he almost whined as he looked at his father. Julian smiled at that.

"There are several ways..." Julian reached up, running a finger from Alexander's collarbone down to his navel, a silver line appearing for a moment before it disappeared, "You have complete control over your body. You can make anything bigger or smaller, change size and shape... But the more you change, the more you will need to feed. To a point you can feed on the joy and pleasure from your partner. You can take him in through a seam in your chest or a seam in your back... You can melt over him... or you can take him in through your cock or mouth." Julian turned, looking into Alexander's eyes, "But... if you are ever damaged or starving... You will have to absorb a human. This will be easiest through your anal cavity or through your cock." Alexander cocked his head slightly before he nodded slowly.

"I understand, father. I must be careful or I will have to consume a living person. I will be careful," he intoned seriously, his eyes looking into Julian's. "How often should I feed? If I feed off the pleasure of several partners will that satiate my hunger so I don't have to absorb a human?"

"You will find sampling from a variety of humans will feed you quite well and the more you play with them, the more they will feed you. You will be able to change the human's physical parameters and this will feed you as well despite being work." Julian said, "One last thing... You have a tongue, but it forms into the appearence of another cock... and secretes the chemical you were given when you came here. You should use it only when you cannot persuade a human to be your companion on your own." Julian said. Alexander nodded seriously and concentrated for a moment. Seconds ticked by before with a smooth, fluid motion, his cock and balls slid inside his body, leaving his crotch smooth and featureless save for a slight bulge.

"I did it!" he exhalted as he clapped his hands and jumped once.

"Wonderful work my son, fantastic..." He whispered, moving over. He took Alexander's head in his hands and kissed him where his lips had been. The tongue slid across the smooth blue rubber before he pulled back and grinned proudly. Alexander beamed at his father and leaned down to press where his lips had been against Julian's forehead.

"Thank you, father. I will be careful," he said happily.

"Do you want to find a companion on your own, or should I have Pheonix drive you back into town?" Julian asked.

"I think . . . I think I'd like to find someone on my own. I'll be okay. Thank you again, father. I am very happy," he replied, sounding just that.

"If you ever need a safe place or advice or help, please feel free to come back." Julian said, caressing Alexander's cheek. Soon the back of the laboratory rumbled open, heavy security doors sliding apart. Outside was a desert, the city in the distance teaming with life. Alexander squeezed his father's hand and turned to walk out the doors. He hummed happily to himself as he walked out into the dusk. He looked up at the sky, looked all around himself, and started off in a direction which would take him near the city but not into it. He glanced behind himself at Julian and waved before turning back into the desert and walking off, the sunset reflecting off his shiny skin.

A warm breeze blew across the desert but the sun had been setting for some time. It was going to be a cold night, thankfully Keith had been prepared. Their tent was set up, the entry flap moving around in the breeze. Two pristine dirt bikes sat next to the tent, secured for a day of riding the next day. Keith had been trying to get an outing with just his brother for some time, but now that the summer had arrived and his parents had jumped at the opportunity to take a second honeymoon in Europe, well things just came together easily. Keith stood at the corner of the tent, watching the sun go down. He fit the stereotype of extreme sports, wearing rugged dark clothes, hints of green in his hair, a few piercings. He also had a full beard kept about half an inch long except for his chin where it stretched into a longer tuft. His hand toyed with the tuft, the play giving himself a bit of an erection that was easy enough to overlook in his outfit. He kept it up for several minutes before he grabbed his beer and moved back into the tent. Inside the tent, two sleeping bags lay side-by-side, leaving just enough room at the head and foot for gear and bags. The far sleeping bag contained the slim form of Keith's brother, Sam. Sam was reading a book while laying on his side with a flashlight. The thirteen-year-old's eyes swept rapidly from side to side as he read the novel, flipping pages every thirty seconds or so. He looked up as Keith entered and gave a beatific smile while he wiggled his legs inside the silky bag.

"Excited for tomorrow?" Keith asked, finishing off his beer, setting the bottle to the side as he laid down onto his sleeping bag, stretching. His brother was so innocent, so sweet, so tempting. Keith had to work hard to restrain his 'unique tastes'. Sam grinned and nodded.

"Oh yeah, it's gonna be so fun! Thanks for taking me out here, Keith." Sam's happiness was palpable as he gave another huge smile and went back to his book. He wiggled his legs again, enjoying the feeling of the silky lining in the sleeping bag. He flipped another page and rolled onto his back, setting the flashlight against his shoulder so it pointed at the pages of his book. The minutes passed and then the hours. Keith's beer eventually started hitting him a bit harder. He climbed the rest of the way into his sleeping bag, cuddling up against it. He loved the silky feeling too. He opened one blue eye to his brother.

"Now don't stay up too late, you'll need a lot of energy for tomorrow." Keith said.

"I'll go to bed when I finish this chapter," replied Sam with a roll of his eyes and a fond smile in his brother's direction. He went back to his reading, flipping pages for another few minutes until, true to his word, he folded the corner of the page when he reached the end of his chapter. He looked at Keith and stuck his tongue out, "See? Told you. Night, bro."

"Night bro." Keith murmured, eyes shutting, drifting off to sleep. There were no wild animals in the desert, nothing more than a few errant birds. He felt content so close to his brother, drifting into a deep sleep. Sam lay his head down and closed his bright blue eyes. Almost instantly, he fell asleep; his breathing evened out, his body relaxed, his mind and eyes roving over strange dreamscapes. A couple rodents skittered about at the corner of the tent before they decided nothing of note was to be had there.

Not so far away from where the two brothers slept in their tent a tall, muscular figure strode gracefully along. The starlight reflected off the figure's shiny skin, revealing it only as a shimmering, sparkling figure as it paused and looked around before heading directly toward the tent. Alexander felt strange sensations. His emptiness still ached, but it changed, as if... he was smelling the perfect food but with no smell. He could practically feel the body heat from two males radiating from the tent, feel their hearts pump. Two sleeping humans, either one of which could be his very first companion.

Alexander crept up to the tent, the wonderful feel of the two males soaking into his skin, seeming to aleviate the emptiness inside him, even if only a little, it was nice. He stalked silently through the scrub surrounding the tent as he made his way to the front and its zipped door. He knelt down and grasped the zipper pull with one hand and held the bottom of the tent with his other, then slowly pulled the zipper open by a couple inches. He paused and listened, trying to make sure he hadn't awoken anyone.

Keith was in a deep sleep, his breathing regular and his heart steady. It was unlikely even a pack of wild wolves ravaging him would awaken him, at least for the moment. Alexander could feel many more things this close... How innocent the young boy was, how familiar with pleasure the older boy was.

Like Keith, Sam was a very heavy sleeper. He snorted softly in his sleep, his leg twitched, and his eyes darted rapidly under his eye lids, but he gave no sign of being even close to awake. Noticing these things, Alexander felt safer in opening the tent door. He did so, still careful to go slowly and make little noise, but he was able to continue until the door was entirely open and the flap lay over his knees. He rocked back onto his heels, making the door slide onto the ground, and then leaned forward to peer into the tent.

Alexander's body started aching more and more. he could feel the liquid inside of him sloshing beneath his rubber skin, woefully hollow. His body was aching for him to put something in him, anything. Doctor Julian had been very specific, if he was without food for too long he would have to absorb a human rather than merely play with him. Time was running out. Alexander crawled forward and leaned down to nuzzle his smooth, masklike face against the older male, enjoying the feel of the man's thick whiskers against his rubber skin. With a soft moan of delight, Alexander stuck his head inside the man's sleeping bag and began to flow inside it as his body became fluid and amorphous. He slid himself along the man's skin and as he became somewhat frustrated with only being able to see inside the bag, Alexander found he could focus his vision through any part of his body. He shifted his attention to the man's face and formed a mouth with full, supple lips and no tongue--he didn't know how, but he was sure he wouldn't need to persuade this man very much. He pressed his mouth down against Keith's and began to kiss the man slowly.

Keith moaned ever so gently in his sleep, the sensations penetrating his dreams. With skin to skin contact Alexander could see into Keith's mind, all his fetishes and dreams and wants and memories. Keith started getting harder and harder, the bulge in his pants growing painfully tight. He shivered happily as that rubber moved across his beard, his cock dripping precum into his underwear. He slid his tongue out into those rubber lips, slurping happily.

While kissing Keith with a skill he'd never known he had, Alexander melted through the man's clothes and began to slide himself over the man's skin, coating him with slimy, clinging rubber. Rubbery tentacles slid between Keith's cheeks and began to caress his crack, sliding up and down as Alexander formed a nubbed tip and pushed it insistently against Keith's hole.

Keith humped up against the rubber, bucking in his sleeping bag. His kisses became more desperate, sucking on the rubbery lips. He reached up with his hands to grab the head, half away but in a strange sense of delerium as he was connected with Alexander's mind. He felt like he was making the best love of his life to a very old friend. he relaxed his ass and cooed as the tentacle pushed into his hole.

Sam let out a soft moan in his sleep and turned on his side, away from the soft, slick sounds of Keith's kisses. Sam's dreams took on a strange tone he'd never experienced before as Alexander began to conform to Keith's body, sliding inside Keith's ass, gently pushing a thin tendril of himself into Keith's hard cock. Keith's hands, as they came up to embrace Alexander's head, encountered only a smooth skull with no features save the luscious mouth he was kissing.

Keith's mind seemed to be reaching, trying to understand what it was sensing. He kissed those lips passionatly, calling out... but for some reason no sound escaped, the noise absorbed by Alexander's body. It could have been a defense mechanism to ensure his meals were not interupted. Keith thrust hard, his cock throbbing in delight, the muscles inside of him massaging the tendril stretching into him. The body heat felt on Alexander's extremities felt so right, so delicious, countless intangible feelings being realized.

Alexander flowed around Keith, caressing the man's skin inside and out as he encased the man's feet inside his own, his body tightening slowly around the human starting at the ankles and moving slowly up. Alexander allowed himself to relax and slide and he found that his body encased Keith's with no conscious direction. The sensation of his own hands melting over another's was intoxicating and Alexander relaxed his neck, letting himself swallow Keith's head, letting himself coat the man's beard in thin, glistening rubber.

Keith moaned inside the suit, endorphins flooding his brain. Alexander felt as if he was engorging in a starving man's first meal. Keith began running the neon blue rubber hands over his chest, moaning silently, writhing. He twisted and tugged his nipples before reaching down to fondle his groin. Everything he felt, Alexander felt and more... He felt the pleasure of his companion, of himself. It was intense. Keither's other rubber hand moved up and brushed the rubber coated bristles of hair. An electric charge went through him and he came, spraying his man seed into the tendril. The tendril glowed for a moment, the energy spreading through all of Alexander.

Alexander let out a gasped moan as he felt himself climax at the same instant, felt Keith's pleasure mix with his own to take him to new heights where he spilled himself into Keith, his own pleasure feeding back into the man as Alexander's mind melted around Keith's, much as his body had done. Alexander could feel all the things he could do to Keith's body and mind and the heady feeling made him giddy as he surrendered all control to Keith, letting the man use him like the rubber bodysuit he was.

Keith felt the rubber finally completely encase him, so slick and smooth, so cool and seamless. He was naked, smooth except for his face... and it felt so good. One hand gripped his cock tightly with the incredibly strength of Alexander. He gripped his cock and started pumping it up and down hard and fast, writhing in delight, trying to stretch it longer. It was rubber after all. His other hand moved, fingers rubbing between the individual rubber bristles of his beard. It was such an odd and intoxicating sensation before he moved, rubbing his goatee, the hairs swaying back and forth as he played with them. They bounced up and down like when he played with his hard cock. He grunted happily.

Alexander sensed something in Keith's mind that made him give a huge mental smile. With next to no effort, given how much energy he was getting as Keith pleasure himself, Alexander began to slide around on Keith's skin, thickening in certain parts of his body and allowing the man's cock to stretch and thicken. As he stroked, Keith's cock grew to about a foot and a half long and nearly three inches thick. Sam frowned and wiggled around in his sleep, the motions and sounds coming from next to him making him a bit annoyed. After a couple minutes of annoyed, he finally made it to irritated and started waking up. The first sound to hit his ears was the slick sound of someone stroking a well-lubed cock. He turned over and pulled the sleeping bag up to his chin before he finally opened his eyes and gasped at what he saw.

Keith's eyes had rolled back into his head, he felt his actual cock getting longer and thicker inside the rubber, the meaty flesh so huge and thick, encased. Thick blue goo drooled out constantly, coating his cock. Keith forced his tongue through the rubber, it emerging as a slimy blue mass. He licked his lips before pausing, sitting up.

"Don't worry bro... Something amazing has happened... I don't know what, but it feels so good." Keith murmured. Sam froze and took in the sight before him. It was his brother, he could tell that from the voice, but it didn't look much like him. The being that sat before him was thickly muscled with huge shoulders and arms, thick pecs, a well muscled back, slim but completely ripped abdomen, and a huge, glistening, drooling cock. Sam wasn't sure what to make of it all and wasn't sure he wasn't dreaming so he wasn't going to sit up and he wasn't going to answer. Keith moved with stunning speed and acuracy, practically pouncing. He moved, straddling Sam, gazing down at him with white eyes, panting gently, one hand not leaving his cock.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you..." he whispered, pumping his cock. Blue cum dripped down onto Sam's face, splattering across his lips. Sam gasped, letting a couple drops of blue cum fall onto his tongue. He let out a long, enthusiastic moan as his tongue darted out and licked his lips to get more of that delicious taste. His mind began to fog slightly, lust and want slowly crowding out fear as he looked up at the glistening meaty appendage hovering over his face. Keith didn't wait, leaning forward. He began stuffing his drooling cock into Sam's mouth, globs of blue cum dripping into his mouth. Keith continued to pump his cock with his hands, it was so big now.

He shuddered in delight, wondering what had happened to the world to let him realize his dream. It was so easy now... He moaned gently. Alexander could feel every aspect of Keith but now he also could feel most of Sam's thoughts, wants, dreams... And each drop of cum he drank seemed to feed Alexander more than the pleasures Keith was giving him. Alexander moaned aloud softly and trembled against Keith's skin. Sam slid his arms out of his sleeping bag and reached up to caress Keith's blue cock, his eyes sliding closed as he began to suckle on the head filling his mouth. At this, Alexander couldn't hold himself back any longer and with a whispered, 'I am sorry, Keith, but your brother is better for me . . . ' in Keith's mind, Alexander split himself down Keith's back and began to flow down and over Sam's head. Alexander made the transition as easy and gentle to both humans as he could and as he slid off Keith's body, Alexander murmered, in Keith's mind, 'You can keep the enhancements. Call it a gift.'

Keith stumbled back and fell onto the ground, panting hard, moaning sharply. He had never felt a centilla as good in his entire life, he had to fight passing out. He panted, catching his breath. He wasn't sure he was even sane, watching a blue mass descending on his brother, his foot and a half cock drooling incesantly before him. It was the biggest cock he had seen in his life and it was so amazing. He looked at his brother, wondering what would happen to him. In a way... He was almost giddy. The thought of his young brother experiencing all that pleasure. Keith started jerking off hard and Alexander still felt a connection to him, still a tiny trickling of energy coming from his former host.

Alexander sighed in pleasure as he slid along Sam's skin, pushing down the boy's throat, into his nose, ears, and eyes. Alexander caressed every inch of Sam's skin that he covered as he flowed under the boy's T-shirt. The rubber symbiont pinched and licked and sucked on each of Sam's nipples to please the boy and introduce him to a life of hedonistic lust. Sam, for his part, was in heavenly hell. Each body part that was coated by the living rubber seemed to stop responding to his will. He knew it was the rubber and he could feel it controlling his body, but he couldn't do anything about it. Not that he really wanted to, with all the terribly wonderful things that were happening to his body.

Keith climbed over, gazing at his blue brother, panting softly. All of his lusts were coming true as well. He moved, kissing Sam, focing his tongue into that rubber mouth, reaching to help the rubber by playing with his nipples, holding him close. He moaned sharply. Alex felt his powers growing, the volume of goo inside of him growing. It was building quickly, giving the symbiote ever more material to do whatever he wanted. Keith moved, licking at Sam's blue slick chest, his tongue making a soft squeaking noise against it. He purred in delight, hands roaming the boy's body.