Code to the Universe
Story by Leo_Todrius on SoFurry
Code to the Universe
Written by Leo_Todrius
Commissioned by @Scot158f
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When an eighteen year old engineering enthusiast combines a mysterious code from the internet with unclear equipment schematics, he is rewarded with a transceiver operating chronovac software - an intuitive, reality warping suite of systems that allow him to reshape anyone and anything around him. As he starts to make changes, those changes ripple outward, shifting his own life and the rest of reality forever.
Code to the Universe
Written by Leo_Todrius
Commissioned by Scot158f
It was a late Thursday afternoon and the fall days still felt a bit like summer. The sun came in steep angles, nature was full of green trees and parched lawns, the days were long and the nights were fleeting, but for Jake Ward, that was perfectly fine. He'd turned eighteen, senior year was off to a good solid start and things seemed to be going well enough - although that phrase seemed to hang around Jake's life a bit too much for his liking. Everything was good enough, alright, fine… but who wouldn't want more than fine?
Jake sat at the desk in his room, the smell of his soldering iron hanging in the air. Jake was fairly hearty stock at six feet tall and a hundred and sixty pounds. He had the broad shoulders of an All-American teenager, capable of trying out for the football team or perhaps getting a summer job in the agriculture field, but instead he spent his off time invested in engineering, programming and other intellectual pursuits.
The eighteen year old's toffee brown hair had just a few centimeters of grow-out to it after having been buzzed, though that was hidden beneath a well worn black and brown baseball cap. Honey brown eyes peered out through the respectable black framed glasses he wore, focused on his most recent project. His shamrock green shirt had a few burn marks from his projects and the white lettering supporting the city's soccer team was all but gone.
Jake had always been good at engineering. He'd aced drafting class, wood shop, and seemed to be a star pupil in the metal working course at the school even though they were only a few weeks into it. His dad seemed supportive since Jake's hobby could translate into a variety of careers, even if he didn't fully understand it all. For Jake, there was a supreme satisfaction of putting everything together, using his mind and his hands to create something out of nothing. It was like solving a puzzle, but his most recent project was the biggest puzzle of all.
The algorithm had shown up on the internet during the summer before his Freshman year of high school. It had been dismissed as mathematical nonsense by academia. During the spring of his sophomore year, seemingly unrelated schematics had briefly hit the engineering page of reddit before being downvoted and eventually deleted. Being a packrat, Jake had saved both to a folder and forgotten about it until six months back. Apparently a like minded group of creative souls had looped back through the archives and realized that the schematics for the orgonic energy transceiver that seemed to have elements that did nothing had in fact been based on the mysterious algorithm. It had, at that point, become a race to see who could combine the two first - albeit with one last hurdle.
While Jake had focused his efforts on creating the transceiver, his computer had been doing the heavy lifting, plugging numbers and variables, even other math equations into the slots of the algorithm itself. It had been running for almost five months, tasking his computer and running in the background, the device hardly ever being turned off. Jake seldom thought of it, focusing instead on the transceiver. He'd taken a few liberties with the device, using an AMOLED screen from one of his old cell phones and trying to keep the exterior as elegant as possible. What resulted was a handheld device twice as thick as most cell phones, a large screen with a home button and an emitter array tucked into a translucent pearlescent bar extending from the top of the screen with bands of copper bracketing it into place.
The last few wires and capacitors sizzled as the solder locked them in place, the metal cooling back down and hardening over the course of a few moments. Jake returned the soldering iron to its holder and turned it off before he grabbed a circuit probe. He carefully brought the metal tip down, touching one of the pathways, sending a miniscule surge of electricity along the path. As he did, a chime came from his computer. Jake nearly jumped out of his chair, looking up. His eyes widened in shock.
“What in the hell?" he whispered softly. The moment he had completed the transceiver, the moment he had confirmed his work was flawless, the computer had found the missing variables to the nonsense algorithm… It had put the pieces of the puzzle together. Jake blinked slowly. There was no way in a thousand years that those two things could or should have happened in the same moment, and yet… they had. It was as if the hardware and software had always been meant to operate together, in tandem, as if they had been born into the universe.
Jake took a long breath, not sure what to do at first… But then again, he'd been preparing for this moment for months, even years. He set the device down on the desk and clicked okay on the message. The screen filled with the scrolling code, the meandering and needlessly complex mathematical formula. The computer had plugged in countless figures into the gaps and then, finally, had been able to test the formula and ensure that a logical answer emerged. Jake drew the mouse across the screen before he clicked the red run button at the top of the screen. It took only a second later for him to wonder if it had been a mistake.
His computer screen flickered, the operating system disappearing for a moment. The code greyed out a second later. Jake's heart skipped a beat. Had he created some error that would corrupt his system? Had he inadvertently created malicious code? The monitor timed out, the power light switching from white to orange before it turned itself back on. The code was gone, but the screen was filled with a modest user interface. Sitting at the very top was a title card - Chronovac. There were fields to enter user information, passwords, even customizable front page widgets, but what stunned Jake most was that there was a picture, more or less, of the transceiver in the bottom right of the screen. Had this all been some sort of practical joke?
“This isn't possible." Jake whispered to himself, but he slid the mouse over and clicked on the picture of the transceiver. A new window popped up with an alert; 'Please Connect Transceiver.' Jake looked down at his creation, then back at the computer. Fear and confusion gave way to a giddy excitement. With a flurry of activity, Jake threw open a drawer and pulled out a long cord, plugging it into the computer and then into the transceiver. The device had flash memory but no internal code… but apparently that didn't seem to be a problem. As soon as the transceiver was plugged in, the screen lit up.
“Updating firmware to version 0.002." A male voice announced. Jake was stunned, even amazed. While the transceiver updated, he quickly screwed the back panel onto the case, making it complete before he turned it back over. A variety of bars and spinning wheels filled the screen, but then it flickered again, “Loading user preferences." the transceiver announced. The chronovac screen minimized, revealing Jake's computer. He felt relieved for a moment, but then even more alarmed as he saw the computer start working in overtime. Files were copied, folders were opened, including the one he only accessed when he was sure his father wasn't home… It was a nested folder, layer upon layer of misleading folders about projects, work, notes… but inside was something far more private.
“No, no no no!" Jake murmured. New windows appeared as the software cycled through a litany of photographs, some pornographic, some stimulating to Jake despite their seeming normalcy. What they all held in common was a general theme - the theme of men being men. There were bearded men of all ages and creeds, masculine, enjoying themselves and the company of other men. There were lumberjacks, bikers, thugs, hipsters, punks and criminals. They drank, they smoked cigars, they liked vehicles and the wilderness. Jake tried to interrupt the process, but in moments it was complete.
The chronovac window popped back up, though this time the widgets were already filled out. The first showed a variety of statistics that Jake recognized as his own; height, weight, build… the second was blank, though the variables were the same. The mode was set to automatic. The third was the transceiver. Jake let out a long, slow exhale. He had no idea what had just happened, but whatever it was had been… stunning. He decided to do what any good engineer would do and moved over to save the program on his computer and make a fresh backup of everything before he leaned back in his chair, debating his next move.
The old keychain jangled, being flicked back and forth by the hand that held it on the short walk from the driveway to the front door. At the last moment, the sturdy master lock key was selected and inserted into the front door. The tumblers were tickled, the knob turned and the door was opened. At last Richard was home. He stepped over the threshold but paused, realizing that his son had likely been too distracted to check the mailbox. A hand lifted the narrow lid of the box affixed to the outside of the house, revealing that surely enough, the day's mail had been missed yet again.
A mild bit of annoyance took the form of weight that drew Richard's brow down. His reddish brown hair had flecks of silver here and there, creating a melange of tone. He had a wide neck and wide shoulders, his arms strong from working his way up in a construction company, although some of that strength had faded away as he'd transitioned more into office work. Richard filtered through the mail, sorting it into bills and junk, although he paused as one envelope proved to be an outlier - well outside what he had expected.
For a moment the egg creme envelope on thicker paper stock was encouraging. The thickness, the unusual font, the extra postage - it all added up to one thing, a college acceptance letter. There was a brief moment of excitement until Richard read the return address. All mirth and joy drained from his face. The rest of the mail was cast onto the dining room table as he stalked to his son's room, moving down the narrow hall before he grabbed the door knob and flung it open.
“What is the meaning of this?" he asked, holding up the letter as if it was evidence of a high crime. Jake had nearly fallen from his chair, fumbling with his most recent creation.
“D-Dad, you didn't even knock!" Jake protested.
“This is my house, and I don't have to knock. What is this? You applied to Pendleton? Do they even have an engineering program?!" Richard asked. Jake stood up and turned to face his father, sharing the same grim brow.
“Why are you mad that I applied to other colleges? Most dads would be glad that I took initiative. It's barely the start of my senior year, I'm ahead of the curve." Jake replied. Richard shook his head.
“For such an intelligent boy, you can really be dumb sometimes." Richard said, “This is your future we're talking about, your whole life. You have a gift, you have to use it to make your life better. No son of mine is going to waste his life at some hippie school, especially if I'm having to scrimp and save for it. As far as I'm concerned, anything short of a certified trade school is junk mail. You got it?" The question hung in the air for a long moment, rage boiling in Jake's chest until he gave a curt nod.
“Yes sir." Jake said finally. Richard remained for a moment, feeling that his victory wasn't quite complete. Still, it would have to do for now. He gave a soft nod and turned, leaving the room. Jake stood there for a moment, reeling, furious. Sometimes there was no fairness to life.
The sun had set and the stars had come out in full force. Jake had listened for his father going to bed, and after months of operating at peak efficiency, his computer had finally been turned off. Jake lay in bed with nothing but the light of the transceiver, his fingers swiping around the screen, checking out the ways the strange algorithm had manifested. It seemed to have cobbled together the various information from his computer into some sort of interactive archive.
There was something about staying up late that felt liberating, even if there were consequences to face the next day. It was almost as if one could get away from the pressure and the stress and that feeling was very liberating. Jake lay on his stomach, the display glaring off of his glasses. He'd stripped down to his boxers, trying to stay cool on the warm night. It was yet one more reason to stay up, although the main reason was to explore the Chronovac software.
It seemed that during the course of the day, more and more of the program had unspooled in the transceiver. The center widget had locked onto his father, displaying his height and weight, his age and occupation. Jake had opened up the context menu as a joke at first, trying to see if he could figure out what his father's deal was. The results below were vague and cryptic. Jake tapped on a few of the fields, realizing he could edit them.
“What good does that do? Is it to correct errors?" Jake muttered to himself, dropping down to his father's occupation. He thought about how hard his dad had worked, starting from earning his journeyman's license to becoming a foreman, then an office worker. He'd struggled for a long time in an industry that didn't seem to care. It also had given them a lot of time together, almost too much at times.
Jake tapped occupation and a list presented itself. The trades were all rather manly, including lumberjacks and boat captains, military officers, gym trainers, retired bikers, and then something caught Jake's eye; trucker. A small smile crossed Jake's lips. If his dad had been a trucker, he might not have spent quite so much time at home, and he certainly would have been proud of his son getting accepted to any college. With a quick tap of his thumb, Jake selected the feature.
“Auto-update related fields?" The transceiver questioned. Jake winced, trying to turn the volume down before he hit confirm. The border of the screen turned from black to orange. A spinning hourglass appeared in the corner before the interface continued, “Changes in progress. Please wait for full implementation." the transceiver stated. Jake looked at the screen with dismay. How could a simple archive entry take so long? Maybe the algorithm really was some kind of prank… a prank he'd have to unravel another day. Jake set the transceiver down on his nightstand before finally taking off his glasses, rolling over onto his back, trying to surrender to sleep. Maybe a new day would bring new opportunities.
The sound of the shower turned off after almost a half an hour, a cloud of steam escaping as the door opened long enough for Jake to emerge. Water still beaded across his bare shoulders, but he'd pulled on an old pair of shorts to provide some modesty. He moved down the hallway toward the kitchen, but to his surprise, he smelled something… peculiar. It wasn't the smell of breakfast, at least not entirely. There were strange undertones of coconut and wood, but the most distinct scent was tobacco. It was a smell he'd never smelled in his own home.
Jake emerged from the hall to see a slight haze in the dining room. The kitchen looked like it had been obliterated. There were pans all over the place, some still filled with grease. There were plates in the sink, a spatula on the counter, but for the first time in years, there was a plate on the dining room table heaped with eggs, sausage, bacon and hash browns. As a slightly less healthy companion to the meal, a can of root beer had been set out beside the dish. Jake stood there in stunned shock.
“What, take the words right out of your mouth?" A companionable chuckle sounded, “Well, I know I'm not around much, but I'm just so damned proud of you… Your first college acceptance letter!" The voice was familiar to Jake, but the words seemed foreign. Jake turned, even more startled by what he saw. His father was a changed man, literally. “Figured I outta celebrate before I go on my next run. I know it's no cake or nothin, but it's a start, right? Growing boys need their protein after all."
Richard Ward had completely changed over night. His bone structure was still there, but there was a lot more of him there as well… A plaid shirt was doing its best to contour over a rotund muscle gut, the sleeves straining to keep in rather meaty arms. What had been a well groomed face now sported a few centimeters of copper-brown stubble and a thick mustache spanned his upper lip before dropping down on either side of his mouth all the way down to his chin. About the only thing he lacked, now, was hair. His skull had been shaved, bringing much more attention to his facial hair… and the cigar he brought up to his lips, taking a long draw.
“Dad?" Jake asked. The end of his father's cigar burned bright for a moment before he pulled it away, letting out a plume of smoke.
“Hey, it's not long I was gone all that long on this last run, just two states over… Don't go acting like you forgot me already." Richard smirked, moving over. He swung an arm around Jake's shoulder, patting him on the back. It was strange but oddly nice, and the smell of his father's cigar was oddly alluring.
“Of… of course not. I am just glad to see you. And you're happy… right?" Jake asked. Richard grinned wide, letting out another chuckle.
“Of course I am! My boy getting accepted to college, it's the greatest day of my life - well, except the day you were born of course. I just wish I could help out more with your schooling, but that fafsa thing and that student aid's already balanced out so it still works out. You're going to make me so proud son." Richard said, “I promise when I get back, we'll celebrate more, just promise me you'll have some fun of your own. You really need to sew some of your oats sometime." he smirked, giving Jake a wink, “I'll be back by Tuesday. Have fun now." he said before he turned, moving out of the house and down the front walk. His suburban was gone, replaced instead by a big truck parked on the street along the entire stretch of the front lawn.
Jake wandered up to the front window and watched his dad swing himself up into the big truck, still puffing away on his cigar. The big vehicle lumbered to life like some great beast before, eventually, it pulled away from the curb and moved down the street. He heard it even after it had disappeared from view. Jake stared out for a moment before he turned, looking around the living room, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together - but the image on the puzzle had changed. His whole house had.
His father's matching couch and chair were gone, replaced with a rather battered couch and an even more well used recliner. An ashtray sat on a stained coffee table, sporting the butts of several stogies and a humidor box presumably held fresh ones. Even the family portraits had changed, showing his father in various states of ruggedness as Jake had grown up, including one with a long ponytail before he'd gone for the shaved head look. Even the fridge had magnets of various beer brands and truck logos.
“It came true…" Jake whispered, leaving the dining room behind, running back to his bedroom. He grabbed the transceiver and lifted it up, realizing that he still couldn't make out the screen. He grabbed his glasses and pulled them on, bringing everything else into clarity. The transceiver was just where he had left it, the border still orange and the hourglass still spinning. Jake swallowed before he tapped the audio button and cleared his throat, “Status?" he asked.
“Updates are being applied. Full implementation is incomplete." The Chronovac stated. Jake pressed the audio button again.
“Can more changes be applied?" Jake asked.
“This unit is capable of multitasking, however any conflicting updates will increase implementation duration." the Chronovac replied. Jake considered for a moment before he dropped back down to his father's widget and brought it up again, scrolling down. Now he understood what the device had meant by related fields. Changing his father's occupation to trucker had changed so much about him, from his diet and habits to his personal grooming… but Jake had to admit, he liked his new dad. He was supportive and loving and… handsome.
With a strange thrill in the back of his mind, one he couldn't quite explain, Jake started to play around with the variables. He found the one related to his dad's smoking habit and he dialed it up, making it a more important part of his life. His dad's mustache was great, but a trucker didn't have to be limited to that either… He had the freedom of the road, all the time he needed… He set his dad's aspiration to grow as long of a beard as he could - a yeard, no, he'd been a trucker for a while now… a seven year beard…
Jake stood there, his heart racing, his chest rising and falling. It was oddly exhilarating to build his perfect father. Seeing one set of changes click in overnight, he couldn't wait to see how the rest came into play. His father had been a jerk for so many years, but now? Now he was going to be the kind of dad other guys envied. He'd be a man of the people, talking over beers, good at barbecues, always with a good stogie in his hand… but would he truly understand his son? Would he understand just what kind of man he was? Was that something… he could truly change?
The choice hung there for a long moment. He had already rewritten his father's life, changing his history and his habits. He'd tailored him to be fun, relatable, handsome and interesting… But did he have the right? Did he have the right to play with people's lives? Jake froze there for a long moment, starting to feel the weight of everything he had done. He started to flick through the options, trying to find some sort of master reset. As he dug deeper into the interface, the border on the screen turned red.
“Implementation is not complete. Please do not disrupt the process." The Chronovac stated. Jake gritted his teeth and swiped away the notification, going deeper into the settings before he found the option to reset to default. As he went to tap on it, the button greyed out.
“Ugh, stop resisting me… Reset to default, I shouldn't be doing this." Jake muttered. The red border began to grow more intense.
“Updating firmware to version 0.003. Please standby." The device said, but this time it was not the device that changed. Jake's back went rigid, his honey brown eyes flickering for a moment. His mind jolted and jumped, darting from memory to memory of every harsh thing his father had said, how oppressive it had been keeping his secret, how isolating it had been living on his own. When Jake came back to his senses, he could still smell the smoke in the air, the scent of a father that finally, truly cared… a father that was almost perfect.
Jake navigated back away from the reset screen, not remembering why he had been there in the first place. He jumped back to the home page, clicked on his father's widget and jumped back down. It wasn't hard to find the orientation option and change it from straight to gay. Now that was one more thing they would have in common. Jake tapped accept and the new queue of changes had been submitted. A grin crossed Jake's lips. He'd improved his home life, but it was time for school. Something told him that casual Friday was going to take on a whole new meaning.
There was a comfort to being on the open road, a feeling of freedom. Navigating the highways of the country was like being part of a living organism, and moving things from spot to spot, well, that was what bodies did, right? Richard - no, Rick… Rick loved his job. It paid reasonably and he was good at it. He always had been. Sunlight streamed in through the cabin of the truck as he left the town behind, the suburbs fading away to be replaced with wide fields and hot stretches of highway.
Light glinted off of the mirrors and the bits of the truck that were covered with chrome, but a slightly different light began to shimmer in the cabin as well. It played along Rick's face for a moment, the ends of his stubble glinting before the light faded away. Rick hadn't noticed, but he did notice as the hairs started to actively grow, accompanied by an intense euphoria. He moaned out, one hand dropping down to start massaging himself, feeling his eternally semi-hard cock roar to life.
Rick moaned louder, feeling the wind from the open window play with his mustache as it dropped down over his lips, caressing the stubble that pushed out to half an inch, then an inch, then more. His throat tickled as new hairs emerged, accompanied by more creeping up his cheeks. His sideburns flared out, his chin disappeared, all of it subsumed in the growing coppery-brown mane.
The pleasure was intense, enough to force Rick to pull over to the side of the road - no easy feet in such a big vehicle. The hazard lights started flashing as he took up his spot, throwing the whole mechanical beast into part. His hand opened his fly and drew out his cock, a cock that was fatter and longer than it had ever been before. Rick started pumping his shaft, throwing his bald head back, panting and grunting, arching his back.
The buttons on his shirt strained more and more, the plaid pulling apart until it could take no more. The shirt split open, revealing his sturdy, round ball gut - a gut that was expanding outward in all directions, as well as his meaty nipples. They, too, were engorging as they stretched longer and wider, neglected in his previous life but now played with most frequently. Orange light glittered as it spilled out from his nipples, building heavy rings molecule by molecule.
Rick's beard continued to unspool from his face, extruding outward, stretching to five inches, six, then seven. The crest of his masculinity descended down, sliding over the curved edge of his belly, nearly reaching his navel when it finally started to slow. A few streaks of silver had worked their way in, complimenting his age. Rick grunted and shuddered, then his eyes widened. Below his fat, long cock, his balls were growing as well. New hair sprouted from them, liberally coating the orbs as they expanded outward. Deep inside, another change was ensuring his prostate could keep up with the rest of him.
The trucker writhed in pleasure, feeling his feet throb and tingle. The arch of his feet grew longer, the heel wider, and his toes elongated. His boots felt cramped until they too began to shimmer with orange light. The leather stretched, the rubber grew, and the boots swelled three sizes to accommodate. Even the truck creaked and groaned, expanding wider and taller, giving Rick just enough room to fit. As the orange light started to fade away, Rick moaned out loud and grunted, cumming hard.
A thick, sticky jet of semen sprayed out of his shaft, splattering across his belly and his beard, adding to the growing musk that filled the cabin. Rick panted hard, heaving for breath, overcome with confusion and joy and pleasure at how wonderful his body was… but the perception of what had happened was eroded away just as fast as the changes had started. They crept backward through his life, rewriting and editing everything that needed to be changed.
Rick's marriage to his wife had become more uncertain, his sexuality in question at the time. The birth of his son had been wonderful, but it only illustrated the truth. When Rick had gone into trucking, he'd found himself… and several lovers. They loved him for who he was, for the beast he could be, and he'd found himself being called daddy by more than a few. He'd become the king of the roads, inducting new truckers to a life of hedonism and sin… and he'd tried to steer his son that direction as well.
A meaty hand opened the glove box of the truck, drawing out a long, fat stogie. Rick brought it to his lips and lit up, passing the flame back and forth across the tip as he puffed, getting it going. Once the cigar had a life of its own, Rick brought the truck roaring back to life, checking his mirrors before he pulled back onto the road, resuming his journey. If life was the journey, he knew he'd have a good life.
Jake wasn't sure which season he preferred when it came to waiting for the bus. Anything was better than Winter, waiting in the cold and the dark and the usually wet… but early Fall was strange too. It felt warm already and the light was pretty bright, as if part of the day had already unfolded. Jake stood on the street corner, wondering just what his dad would look like when he came home. Jake smiled a bit at himself, rather pleased with some of the changes he'd done. It was enough to leave him over-stimulated. It even felt like his scalp was tingling.
Beneath the hat he so frequently wore, Jake's hair was actually withdrawing slightly. The mildly unkempt shag was pulling back, the hair dismantling itself to a uniform length as if it had been buzzed… but that uniformity began to stretch outward in areas previously smooth. Thousands of toffee brown hairs began to push out down his cheeks, causing Jake to gasp. He reached up, his fingers brushing across soft fuzz… fuzz that descended down in a perfectly sloped curve along his cheeks, reaching toward his lips.
Jake fumbled in his pockets, pulling out the transceiver. Rather than checking the display, though, he left it off, using the screen to check his reflection. He watched with wide eyes as a peach fuzz mustache formed, growing out over his upper lip, descending down into the fur that covered his cheeks. A tuft of hair sprouted beneath his lower lip and soon his chin was blanketed by facial hair. In another few moments the mustache had matured a bit, a nice golden brown.
The tingling subsided, leaving Jake with a respectable teenage beard. It had been groomed, apparently, buzzed to be the same length as the hair on his head for a uniform coating. Undoubtedly it'd be one of the best beards in his class, looking a year or so ahead of most of the other students. Jake was confused at first until new memories began unspooling…
His father had refused to buy him a razor, insisting that men had to be men. The beard was a natural extension of that… but the memory did not replace his previous ones, it only added to what he remembered. Jake nervously opened the transceiver and opened his own widget. A small paperclip icon had appeared next to a few variables. When he tapped that, it brought up changes he had made to his father.
“Auto-update related fields…" Jake whispered to himself, realizing that by changing his father, the changes could ripple out to how he was raised. Jake stood there for a moment in wonder, looking up as he heard the familiar growl of the school bus turning onto the street and lumbering toward him. The day was just starting and already he'd changed his entire life.
It was one thing to daydream in school, but it was something else to know the power existed to change reality and not be sure how to use it. The first half of the day had been a blur for Jake other than being called out by two teachers for not paying attention. He'd numbly apologized and tried to focus, but in the end it had been impossible. Lunch time had been a welcome respite, though he'd been too excited to eat. Jake sat at one of the tables in the cafeteria at the back of the school, looking through the glass wall out at the sun drenched football field.
Most of the football team had signed up to have the same PE class and, as a result, the coach had been fine with letting them practice during school times. They stood out on the field in their blue and orange uniforms, trying various runs. Jake had never paid much mind to school spirit, but he didn't see any harm in giving his team a competitive advantage. He ran his tongue across his lips as he drew out the transceiver and the Chronovac software booted up.
The widgets started to jump around like crazy, picking up so many people around. Jake tried something new, holding the widget down as he dragged the transceiver across his field of vision. The widget expanded, showing the pictures of several different individuals. Jake's heart fluttered a bit as everything fell into place just as he had hoped. Even the variable fields changed, giving him a way to make changes to the whole team at once rather than just individually. There was a gleam in the engineer's eyes as he set to work, playing around with the options.
The High School's senior varsity team had been made up of the usual mix of builds, from Enrique being skinny and fast to Brick being built like a tank and able to crash through anything the opposing team had to offer. Brick had really been the only one of the team to grow much of anything facial hair wise, cultivating some mutton chops. As they ran back and forth beneath the sun, their sweat beaded bodies began to tingle and throb. Brick snorted a blast of air through his large nostrils, looking out at the others, feeling oddly exhilarated. His testosterone was surging, his muscles felt like they were growing, and even his jock strap was filling with more and more meat, his confidence surging.
The plastic gear creaked and groaned across team members as their bodies began filling out. Biceps and triceps expanded, glutes thickened, lats elongated. It was as if the entire team had been put on a regime to get them ready to film a superhero movie. Enrique shivered a little, panting as his pectorals thickened, his pants tented, and even his shoes had to grow a few sizes as his feet stretched out. A line of black velvet grew out across his upper lip before dropping down, his boyish charm shifting as the hair sprouted from his chin, creating a goatee that descended down with a curve to a point. His helmet filled with longer and longer curly locks.
Back inside, Jake felt his own heart racing. He'd amped up the muscle and cock size of the whole team, raising testosterone and giving them all an increase to hormones that contributed to facial hair. They'd be the biggest boys in the state, but that wasn't enough. He left the batch process behind and started jumping around, making specific edits. Enrique shuddered again on the field as diamond studs appeared in his ears and his arms began to sting as tattoos sizzled into place, wrapping around his arms and creeping downwards to his wrists. His ass filled outwards, turning into a juicy bubble butt and somewhere in the parking lot his modest suburban outback reconfigured itself with twisting metal and glass into a much more streamlined Maserati.
“Coach?" Brick grunted, stumbling a little. He looked up as a mane of bushy blond hair erupted from his mask, his beard dropping down to his throat, then his collar bone. Hair sprouted from his knuckles, nearly covering the back of his hand. His brow bone thickened and his body shifted to add another eighty pounds of muscle from head to toe.
“What is it, Brick?" The coach asked, turning. Even he had not escaped Jake's focus. What had been a receding hairline soon became completely bald as the last vestiges of hair disappeared. What he had lost on top, though, was supplemented by a well groomed beard filling out along his cheeks, dropping down. The brown in the hair drained away, leaving a willowy silvery beard. Two thick steel rings dropped from the coach's ears, sparkling into place and his jersey seemed to poke out a bit more in the front as his nipples became similarly adorned. As the changes subsided and locked into place, their minds began to resettle and adjust as well. Brick blinked a few times.
“Nevermind Coach, I've got my head in the game." Brick said, not sure why he'd hesitated in the first place. The coach grinned and moved over, reaching up to rub the behemoth's shoulder.
“It's okay Brick, I know you've got that date coming up with Enrique… It'll be fine." the coach whispered. Brick blushed beneath his mask, looking over at Enrique stretching, showing off that ass…. Brick nearly drooled, imagining how he was going to ravage that angel's body after treating him to the most romantic dinner of his life. Enrique looked up and gave the most charming smile he ever had, though his angelic face had just a hint of mischievousness with the demonic looking goatee he sported. Brick nearly barked with his energy before he broke into a sprint and the team moved in formation. It was a thing of beauty to Jake, admiring his craftsmanship.
Everything about the Chronovac amazed him. He looked down at the device in his hands, tyeh back out of the window. It was as if the software knew him, knew what he wanted, how he wanted to use it. Everything about it was intuitive. Even the way the software and hardware came together was as if it was meant to be. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small concern fluttered about. There had always been the conspiracy theory that life was some kind of simulation, a program being run in some alien's computer. If so, the chronovac was a cheat code to that simulation… But if it was reality, was it operating on the same principle? Was it some secret code to the universe that made itself known? Did it want to be found and used? Had Jake just been the first one to put the pieces of the puzzle together?
“Were you looking at my ass, you fag?!" The shout cut through the cafeteria, shaking Jake out of his rambling thoughts. He turned to see a skinny young man shoved into the vending machine, bouncing off of the plastic window and crumpling to the floor. Blake Woods had been a senior year transfer student and as such he had a harder time fitting in. He wore baggy tie dye pants and a long sleeve shirt even in warm weather. The top of his head was covered in puffy bleach blond hair while the undercut was shaved short, showing his natural shade of brownish black. Hauntingly pale blue eyes looked up at his aggressor, almost like a prey looking into the eyes of a lion.
Towering over the transfer student was someone that Jake knew a lot better, Danny Harris. Danny hadn't had the easiest life, growing up with a single mother that couldn't really make ends meet. He'd taken his inner stress and anxiety and projected them outward as a shield at first, but later as a club. His olive drab jacket was ratty and frayed in places and his camouflage pants were a bit faded. His wavy brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and stubble covered his cheeks, one of the few that had been developing much of anything before Jake's intervention.
“I just was trying to get past, you were blocking the way." Blake said, trying to stand up. Two meaty hands came down, slamming into Blake's shoulders, knocking him back down. This time he skidded a foot. Jake's anger riled up inside of him. Once more he brought up the transceiver, making some quick edits.
“Pick on someone your own size…" Jake muttered softly, changing several variables before he sprung to his feet and started making his way over.
“Like hell you were, everyone knows you can't get enough of… of…" Danny trailed off, his eyes seeming to grow vague and unfocused. Blake looked up at him in confusion for a moment until a strange wash of euphoria swept over him as well. The two were frozen in place, feeling their bodies shift and change, caught between an awareness that something was different and the pressing into their minds that this was the way things had always been.
Danny felt his confidence and bravado waning slowly, but the emotional shift was just the start. The bit of extra weight he had gained from his diet of heavily processed junk food melted back. His wavy hair began to grow longer, the ponytail slipping down his back… but as it did, it became clear that his old army jacket was getting baggier and baggier. It wasn't just the fat slipping away, but the bully's muscle as well. His skin hugged his bones, his shoes seemed a bit too big, and his shirt nearly hung off of him. In moments Danny had been reduced from a rather tough looking opponent to a thin twink. It was only in that moment that the two remained the same size.
While Danny's hair had gotten longer, Blake's seemed to be pulling back a little. His wavy, curly locks were shorn off shorter, and the hair that had been bleached blond lost even more color until it was dyed an artful silver. The silver hair contrasted the black hair beneath, but it stood out even more as a flush of new stubble bristled out across the young man's face. It pushed out centimeter by centimeter, contrasting his pale skin. A new light glinted off of metal as a nose ring descended down from his septum, resting over his bristly black mustache. Weeks of growth expanded in moments, but it seemed that everything that Danny had lost, Blake was gaining.
His baggy pants filled out with stronger legs, his shirt growing tight over firmer pecs and a bit of a belly. The bully had become a twink, the twink had become a beast… or at the very least a very respectable bear cub. The changes seemed to slow as Jake made it over to the two. Jake reached his hand down, offering it to Blake. The bearded cub looked up at the hand and accepted it, Jake pulled Blake up to his feet, a task made more difficult by the fact that he was no longer the scrawny beanstalk he had been moments before.
“Updating firmware to version 0.004." The voice was muffled but distinct as it came from Jake's pocket. Jake looked down in shock, wondering what the Chrronovac had meant. Blake's pale eyes flickered for a moment as new data was uploaded, writing a complex series of changes into him, but after that a grin crossed his face.
“Thank you daddy…" Blake whispered, leaning up to give Jake a kiss on the lips. Jake felt like lightning was ripping through his body, feeling that bearded face press to his, that warm body, almost feeling like electricity was jolting through them at every touch. In a split second, Jake's cock was rock hard and his nipples were following soon after.
“Updating associated variables." The Chronovac announced. Jake looked down again, seeing the glow of the screen filtering through the cloth of his pocket, but slowly Jake gasped as he felt his nipples sting and throb, tugged out from his chest, expanding outward over new metal dropping down. His shirt was too tight to hide it, presenting his rings for the world to see. He let out a moan as he felt his cock swelling longer and fuller, draped over fat, full balls in his pants, the whole package distending almost obscenely. Blake's hand found its way there, rolling back and forth over it affectionately.
Jake was petrified in pleasure and shock, feeling almost every follicle on his face come to life. The well groomed beard he'd been sporting was growing again, pushing outward, extending. His rusty reddish brown facial foliage no longer appeared to be maintained. The tips of each hair were natural, never blunted by a blade. His mustache dropped down over his upper lip, the hair on his cheeks pushed out an inch, then two, and the hair growing out from his chin dropped down more.
New memories slipped in to compliment his originals… He remembered his burly beast of a dad encouraging him never to shave, promoting his manhood, encouraging him in habits that any good man would have… and that had been how he had caught Blake's eye. The cub had moved into the school and sought out the most manly bachelor there. Jake looked into those pale blue eyes before him as their entire history seemed to shift… He remembered how Blake had asked to be tutored after school in engineering, but when the other students had gone home, he kissed Jake instead. They'd started dating and Blake had begged him never to trim his beard again, he wanted his daddy to be the biggest, hairiest man in school.
“I'm sorry Blake, I didn't see you there. I'm so sorry I knocked you down." Danny said timidly, scrawny and willowy next to the two men. Blake looked mildly annoyed but set aside his frustration.
“It's okay, just be careful." Blake said. Danny nodded before moving off, heading for the elevators up to the upper levels. Blake reached up and sunk his hand into Jake's beard, combing his fingers down through it, fluffing it up. Jake moaned harder. Blake grinned and kissed Jake one more time, “We should go outside, you've got enough time for a smoke if we hurry." he grinned. For a moment Jake was confused, but then he realized that was exactly what feeling had been nagging at him, gnawing at his brain and his hands, this urge he couldn't put his fingers on… The new memories formed of his dad celebrating his eighteenth birthday by getting him everything he needed for his own cigar habit, and apparently it had taken deep root already. A strange grin crossed Jake's lips as he nodded, deciding to take Blake up on his offer.
From a distance, it would have been easy to mistake Jake for a member of the faculty or maybe even a groundskeeper at the school. The two had absconded around the back of the utilities building, hanging out in the shadow cast by the overhang of the roof. Jake had on his cap, his beard blowing in the wind, drawing on his more modestly sized cigar. He hadn't graduated to the almost comically oversized cigars his dad smoked, but apparently he'd got quite proficient at the standard ones. He drew on the cigar, puffing away, an inch worth of ash accumulating at the end. As he exhaled, the smoke twisted and curled around him before being caught by the wind and blowing away.
Blake was grinning ear to ear, sitting on the ground, his arms braced behind him. His shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing the furry trail running down his stomach. He groped himself every so often, finding immense joy at watching his boyfriend puff away on his cigar like a real man, looking like he could be a cover model on a bear magazine. Blake shivered with anticipation until he couldn't contain himself any longer.
“Let's just skip the rest of the day, cut class and go wild. I can't contain myself anymore. I want you to fuck me so bad." Blake said. Jake nearly coughed, looking down at him, feeling almost a little guilty. He'd tried to help him out when he was being picked on, but it was like the chronovac had decided that they should be together. It felt almost like a breach of some kind. Jake hesitated.
“Blake, there's something I need to tell you." he said, taking one last long drag of his cigar before he clenched it in his teeth, reached into his pocket and pulled the transceiver out. Blake looked interested before he pushed himself up to his feet and moved over.
“You finished the Chronovac?" Blake asked. Jake looked startled.
“You know about it?" he asked. Blake rolled his eyes.
“You've been working on it for months, how could I not? I have to admit, I got jealous a few times when you'd work on that thing instead of talking to me… but I know you love tinkering." blake said, “Can I see it?" he asked. Jake was still a bit numb from how reality had worked itself out. It made sense, if they'd been dating since Blake showed up at school, he would have overlapped with the creation of the device. It was all surreal to Jake.
Blake took the device from his boyfriend and examined it carefully. For the most part it just looked like a fat smart phone other than the emitter at the top. He looked at it and pressed the home button, causing the screen to light up. As he maneuvered it around it locked onto Jake and filled the central screen with details.
“Wow, it really knows everything… That's amazing." Blake whispered.
“Just be careful, some of the changes have consequences." They don't always turn out exactly like you think." Jake said. Blake grinned a bit at that, looking at the variables.
“Some consequences I can live with…" Blake said, dropping down before he slid one bar. Jake moaned softly, his already very full pants starting to get tighter. Jake blushed, taking another puff on his cigar.
“What did you do?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. Blake grinned.
“I just want my daddy to sport a five dollar footlong…" he said. Jake maned at that, feeling his underwear get even tighter. He had to be longer soft than he had been hard before. Blake looked at a few more options before he looked positively giddy. He tapped another option and drew it out farther. Jake was about to ask what it was before he gasped, his back arching, falling back against the wall.
Jake had noticed the sensations the last two times his beard had grown. Even though most people couldn't feel the hairs, when they grew it was as if his entire face was being massaged - no, more than that, as if every hair was being filled with a euphoric, almost orgasmic pleasure. Jake had gone from baby faced to bearded, from bearded to a wild man, but now the hair was growing again.
“Blake, what did you do now?" He asked, moaning harder, groaning. Blake moved over and took the cigar from Jake, setting it aside, reaching up to pet and stroke Jake's beard as it dropped down to his Adam's apple, then his collar bone, showing no signs of slowing. Blake licked his lips and leaned in for a kiss before grinning wider.
“If the Chronovac really can do anything, why accept any limit?" Blake whispered before kissing Jake again. Their lips parted, their tongues danced. Jake was lost in a fog of pleasure as his beard kept growing, descending down between them. It pushed past his sternum, creeping inch by inch towards his navel. Jake's memories continued to augment themselves. He remembered growing his first peach fuzz in middle school, then it developed into more. His father came to the school to defend his right to grow it out despite the grooming code and ever since he'd been growing it out…
“Blake, I…" Jake whispered. Blake shook his head.
“It's okay Jake, I know… This was meant to be. We were meant to be. This is just the universe… correcting itself." he said before he kissed Jake even deeper. The two embraced in the shadow of the building, pressed tightly together, grinding groin to groin. It was in that moment that Jake knew there was no use going back to class. He wouldn't be able to focus on anything else for the rest of the day.
Soft moans escaped Blake's lips, his eyes clenched shut as he braced himself on all fours in the well used bed. His short bushy black beard framed his lips as he elicited all sorts of noises, his nose ring dangling with the impacts of Jake's thrusting against his boyfriend. Blake's silver hair was soaked with sweat and he groaned, pushing his ass back as Jake's mammoth cock slid in deep through his ring, delving deep with each movement.
The walk home had been somewhat urgent, the two growing more and more heated by the second. Both had been thankful that Jake had the house to himself so frequently with his father being a trucker. Jake had lost himself in the experience, holding onto his boyfriend's hips, pounding his cock in and out of that ass, testing his depths like he was checking oil in an engine. Jake threw his head back, his beard cascading downward, complimenting the hair on his arms. Even his well worn hat was soaked with sweat.
While Blake could barely focus on anything outside of the great pounding he was getting, he had managed to maneuver the transceiver onto the bed when Jake wasn't looking. The glow of the screen washed across his face and chest, the widgets showing the current statistics of the two men. Blake adored how handsome Jake was, he was the perfect boyfriend, the perfect man, the perfect everything… but somewhere deep down, he wondered just how much more perfect he could make Jake, especially if the world would adjust to accept that this was just how things had always been…
More moans escaped Blake's lips as he tapped on Jake's widget and got it to fill the screen. He held himself up with one arm braced below, using the other to swipe at the screen. The sliders moved up blue bars, though as he got near the edge it seemed the entire bar re-scaled itself, turning orange. Blake's heart felt like a hummingbird's between the sex and what he was doing. He tried to stay focused, but it was getting to be too much. Blake collapsed forward, his face pressed into the mattress, tipped to the side just enough to breathe.
Jake, meanwhile, had never felt so powerful. His body was in its prime - more than prime. His cock was so long, so thick, and his balls were so full. They swung back and forth like pendulums beneath him. Jake knew that Blake loved him, and he certainly lusted for him, but there was something more at play. He had never really been one to take pride in himself, but why wouldn't he? He was a handsome, strong, amazing man… and he could harness that and use it to drive Blake insane with lust.
The bed lurched with each thrust, but the bed frame was groaning almost as much as Blake. Each thrust seemed slightly more taxing than the last, the swaying moving just a bit more each time despite the fact that Jake was keeping perfect rhythm. The reason for the change in inertia came from the simple fact that Jake had started to grow again and that much mass moving that fast was taxing on the bed. Blake, however, had taken certain precautions to ensure that he could keep up with whatever his boyfriend had to offer.
Jake's brain burned with lust, but his body tingled as his blood circulated throughout his expanding body, nourishing cells as they divided at an accelerated pace. His spine felt like red hot metal as new mass was forged. Vertebrae expanded wider, longer and thicker. His ribs pushed apart only to grow larger to make up the difference. Even his pelvis creaked and warped, expanding outward. Jake's wiggling toes fattened and stretched, the soles of his feet broadening behind him.
Surges of testosterone added to the already potent mix and Jake couldn't help but grab Blake's silver hair, tangling his fingers in it, holding his boyfriend's head with one hand and his hip with the other. Blake moaned happily, arching his back, feeling his ass splayed wider and wider. Jake had already been reasonably tall, but it seemed that Blake had wiped reason off the table. Inches were stacking onto Jake's height, pushing him past six feet, then six foot five. With that much height, it took more mass to support his strength and to keep everything in proportion, his face started to throb.
Blake's already full, long beard began to grow again as centimeter after centimeter of reddish brown hair pushed out from his cheeks, his jaw and his throat. The long crest crept down past his belly button to his waist, growing as wide as his shoulders. It was a massive symbol of masculinity, but not as massive as his actual member. Jake's brain was saturated in too many hormones to keep track of, all fed by his reproductive system. His balls were massive, pushing past the size of oranges as they crept toward grapefruits, but his shaft had become a pillar.
The hot, hard flesh had grown wider and wider, easily thicker than a can of beer. Each time he pulled his hips back, it was as if the fat, full head wanted to stay inside of Blake and the length made up for the difference, adding on inch after inch. Jake impaled his boyfriend with his rod, throwing his head back, letting out a growl as his canine teeth seemed to get a bit sharper and his skull thickened a little above his eyes. The chronovac screen flashed that related variables were being updated, a necessary precaution as Jake pushed past any semblance of a normal human life… but the changes weren't stopping.
Blake panted and whimpered with delight, looking up at their reflection in the computer screen across the room. Blake was no small thing, but compared to Jake he looked absolutely miniscule. Jake had added on hundreds of pounds of muscle, bone, flesh and hair. The hand on the back of Blake's head was big enough to wrap around it as new bristles of hair erupted from the knuckles, spreading across the back to grow right into the forests covering his arms.
While the Chronovac had done its best to keep up with the changes, it seemed its processing power was being strained. Jake's green shirt hadn't been adjusted fast enough and the fabric strained, stretching over a back that expanded every second. As Jake's biceps and triceps increased enough to make his arm as thick as Blake's bully's waist had wound up at the end, the shirt split out. The stitches had held but the fabric had not and a massive ripped set of shoulders exploded into open air, covered with a forest of body hair.
Jake snarled a bit, grunting and growling, feeling the power surging through him. The hair in his pits grew longer and thicker, absorbing his manly scent in a way nothing could ever cut through. His neck broadened, cords of flesh running up to anchor his head to his body. Even his beard grew longer, having to split into two tufts at the base as it grew down lower than his cock. The Chronovac jumped from one variable to the next and a shimmer of orange light spread out beneath them. The rickety bed on the edge of collapse grew wider and longer, a custom built bed. Aluminum struts were replaced with steel beams and the mattress got a lot bigger.
Blake's eyes had long since rolled into the back of his head, feeling new memories join his old. He remembered everything that had happened in the first version of his life, the benefit of using the Chronovac, but now… now he knew in his heart that Jake was something else, just as his father was… They were a different breed, a different species, a truer sense of man. Blake moaned, forcing himself back up, a long string of drool leaving his mouth as he came… but he was far from done. He was there to please Jake… but he had to know. He tapped the screen and looked at where the variables had landed…
The numbers on Jake's widget were still climbing, the changes taking time to unfold… but his height showed as ten feet and it was still climbing. Blake turned and looked over his shoulder to see the bearded, handsome face of his lover. He had to weigh a ton, possibly even literally. He'd called Jake daddy to flirt, at first. They'd been the envy of others at the highschool when Blake had made himself comfortable in Jake's most ample lap, but now? New memories were forming of everyone envying them, of envying Blake, of wondering how he could stand such a big lover. Blake came again, suddenly, moaning and gasping, eyes fluttering. Then a third volly erupted from him.
Jake fucked Blake relentlessly, pounding into his ass, filling his boyfriend, his lover, his pet, his everything. When he felt Blake's body convulse yet again beneath him, his ass wrenching and ringing the cock buried so deep, Jake couldn't stop himself. He felt the pressure building and building, the golden glow spreading through his brain, his toes curling and his muscles tightening. Jake grabbed onto Blake's waist with both hands, thrust as deeply as he could get without hurting his lover, tipped his head back and let out a yell of triumph that rattled the windows.
Blake was speechless, feeling the oncoming storm of his lover's orgasm. A torrent, a flood, a monsoon of hot semen erupted into him as if summoned forth from a volcano god. It coursed through his intestines, filling every nook and cranny until there was no space and the precious white flood leaked out around Jake's gargantuan cock. Jake heaved for breath, holding on for dear life as he came and came, pouring everything he had into his lover. Blake tried to stay up but eventually he collapsed onto the bed, unable to move.
Jake slowly leaned forward, careful of the friction and torque his cock would apply inside of Blake. He leaned down and kissed the back of his head. While Blake couldn't move, he did smile, feeling Jake's huge beard cascade across him like a blanket. Despite the heat, despite the sweat, there was no place in the world that he could imagine that was more comfortable than to be trapped beneath his boyfriend's leviathan body enshrouded in his beard.
The sun hung low on the horizon, half shrouded beneath the peaks and crags of the distant mountain range. The sky was filled with the richest shades of citrine, salmon and violet as ribbons of clouds ran haphazardly between patches of stars on a navy blue backdrop. It was a beautiful evening, though a bit hot. Jake stood in front of the garage door to his house, shirtless though he'd managed to find pants. He wasn't quite human anymore, defying any conventional measure. He was eleven feet tall, his arms hanging down a big longer than a human's would. His beard had remained just as huge, hanging down to the inseam of his pants, billowing in the slight breeze.
One of Jake's humongous arms curled around Blake's waist, holding his boyfriend close. The other raised up to take a draw on the huge cigar, puffing away on it before ribbons of smoke left his lips, climbing up to join the clouds in the sky. Blake cuddled against Jake, feeling so safe and beloved. A faint orange glow worked its way through the house, reshaping every door, every window, the garage and the vehicle inside to fit a larger size of inhabitant.
The Chronovac had become unresponsive after the last changes, having to reach back across the entire history of mankind to introduce a new species, a homo superior that coexisted with mankind. It was reaching back along Jake's family tree, rewriting entire lineages which in turn introduced those genes to other humans. A few of the other houses on the block had doubled in size, indicating larger occupants. Jake took a thoughtful drag of his cigar before exhaling once more.
“I don't want you to feel left out, you know… This is a whole new way to live." Jake said. Blake gave a soft smile at that and leaned back, nuzzling against Jake.
“I know, but I kind of like the difference. You're my big bear daddy, bigger than any man ever, and you're all mine. I'm so safe in your arms." Blake said. Jake purred at that and hugged him tighter, rubbing his tummy.
“If you're sure… but I was thinking, if the first transceiver is stuck taking care of this update, maybe I could build another? Maybe even a better one… One for each of us. I'm sure there are a lot of things we could have fun changing. We have the cheat code to the universe after all." Jake said. Blake grinned at that, contemplating for a long moment before nodding.
“There is, but there's one thing I want to do the old fashioned way." Blake said, looking up into the beautiful eyes of his lover, “Marry me." he whispered. Jake looked at Blake at that, feeling overjoyed, content, surprised and amazed all at the same time. Despite everything they had been through, everything that had been manufactured, he'd been an ordinary guy and the universe had handed him the most amazing boyfriend. He knew their shared memories as well as he remembered his own life. He nodded eagerly.
“Yes, I will marry you… I want to be the best husband ever." Jake whispered. Blake turned around and stood on his tip toes, straining and stretching. Jake hunched down and brought their lips together, black beard rubbing against brown, Jake feeling the oddly stimulating presence of Blake's nose ring. Their lips parted, their tongues wrestled and the two enjoyed each other's scents. After all the strange struggles of their lives, the world finally made sense. All it took was a little re-configuring.