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Stepping into Dion's room, Jay's eyes wandered from side to side: he had the idea they'd try to convince him of joining their orgy by getting him into the room and slowly wearing down his resolve. But nobody was in the room: Jay even checked the closet and under the bed, but he still didn't find anyone hiding anywhere.

Not that there was much stuff in the room for anyone to hide under or behind: Dion's stuff was mostly in boxes in the living room, preparing for his move tomorrow. Most of his room's furniture had been packed up too: the only things left out were his bedroom, and the chest-of-drawers that he'd had to keep out because it held on to Archon's glass case.

Jay's vision rested on the case. The snake wasn't in there. Jay's heart pounded, wondering if the snake had suddenly gotten loose. Tiptoeing slowly over, he peered on the top; Jay noticed with an audible sigh of relief that the sliding door of the case was shut. No way could Archon have gotten out. "Probably being looked after somewhere else," Jay guessed.

Jay's eyes quickly glanced over the room. Dion had gotten out the usual toys - dildos, cock rings, leather harnesses - as well as some Jay hadn't seen before, alongside the expected ripped-open boxes of condoms and sticky bottles of lubricant. A pile of discarded clothes, mostly unfamiliar stuff, was heaped into a pile on the floor near the door. Empty bottles lined the edges of the room, kept out of the way in case someone felt the need to roll around on the floor with someone else.

"Okay, Dion," he called out, "you got me!" Still feeling pent up, now he was more annoyed. Ignoring his cock and turning back into the main room, Jay headed over towards the front door, flicking on the light before turning around; he couldn't believe he had been so stupid. They had probably just "moved base" into the main room; maybe things had been getting too crowded in there.

Even with the scattered boxes everywhere, Jay didn't have to spend long looking around to discover he was, without a doubt, the only living thing bigger than a mouse in the apartment. In fact, everything out here had been pretty much how he'd left it.

Dropping onto the couch, Jay puzzled about this second weird thing to happen to him in less than one morning. Looking at the time displayed underneath the television - 3:21 AM - he'd woken up in a new body, pissed so much he nearly finished the toilet, gave a stranger a hand-job in the shower, and then had an entire orgy disappear on him.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"Fuck you, Eric! Get out of my head!" Jay screamed, picking up the nearby remote and hurling it across the room; before it could go flying out one of the windows, the heavy curtains cushioned it, and it slid over to the floor.

Closing his eyes, Jay tried to clear his mind and think; he'd already established that it wasn't a dream, either that or the pinching thing didn't work. It certainly didn't feel like a dream: he could smell and feel things, and he could remember things about his real life, including his old body. If this had been just a dream, he'd probably have not noticed anything odd at all about turning into a hung hunk overnight.

Getting up, Jay returned to his room. He'd try to call Dion, just in case they'd somehow gone out somewhere; even if they had all left the apartment stark naked, that would at least be something more likely than just vanishing into nothingness.

Returning to his room, he glanced down; swearing, he picked up his phone, now with a cracked screen, and tried turning it on. After about a minute of swearing, fiddling and praying, Jay dropped the dead phone on his night stand.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"I shouldn't have called Eric," Jay cursed. Sighing, he collected up some of the empty beer bottles from his room; he could at least tidy up a bit, and maybe find some answers to some of the weird occurrences he'd been involved in.

"First the bottles," Jay decided. He swept both his bedroom and Dion's for beer bottles, collecting them all into a clinking mass in the recycling bin. He took a careful look at any of the weird bottles; he vaguely remembered drinking some of Dion's liquor, and Jay wondered whether perhaps he had just gotten high or something from something special that had been added to it.

The bottle was plain - it had no label, and there wasn't even any residue of a label on the bottle - and he must have drunk it all, because it seemed perfectly dry to him now. Dion's orgy buddies had similar bottles in amongst their collection, along with some labelled liquor bottles. Jay put them to one side, thinking about perhaps getting them analysed once Dion had moved out.

Placing the final set of empties into the kitchen, Jay quickly went into the bathroom. Staring into the mirror, he ran his hands over his body, and waited for something to happen: either to come down off of the high he was on, or to wake himself up if he was somehow still dreaming. Instead, the tall, muscular, well-hung body he was in just stared back with his own eyes. Even after a cold splash of water to his face, Jay still saw and felt the same thing.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Growling, Jay turned; slamming his large fist against the door as he left the bathroom; he wondered why the hell Eric's words were still haunting him, when some kind of body swap or transformation had occurred to him, and half a dozen naked men had just vanished into thin air.

Jay returned to Dion's room, reluctantly picking up the used condoms and screwing up his face as he carried them to the rubbish bin just in from the front door in the kitchen. "No clues," Jay thought, grimacing, "but at least I can walk around in there without getting a foot covered in cum." He lost count: apparently it had been a "really fun" night for at least some of them.

With the worst out of the way, Jay eagerly returned to the bathroom. Scrubbing his hands and liberally squirting the sanitising hand soap over them, Jay stared at himself in the mirror.

He was drawing a blank. When he'd first noticed his change, he had been worrying about reaching the toilet in time, and on not making a huge mess to think about it; then he'd run into Mark, and that had been a huge distraction. Being left alone in the apartment had finally given him the time to think; but being alone had just added in another confusing variable.

"What the fuck is going on?" Jay asked his reflection as he slumped in front of the bathroom's vanity.

Suddenly, he had an idea; pushing off of the vanity, he went back to the pile of discarded clothes. Although he had broken his own phone, he had a steady supply of other people's, and he was sure given the circumstances Dion wouldn't mind if Jay used his one. While he did, he took a quick inventory of the wallets; in particular, looking for any identification.

One hand impatiently holding Dion's phone, Jay paired wallets to pants, and identification cards to wallets in a strange physical three-by-four array. Mark hadn't been lying: he had a student ID in his wallet for one of the larger of the local colleges. Most of the other names he didn't know - although Jay wasn't surprised at that - but at least it was useful. All of them had left their phones here as well: a couple of the others were college students - a Charles Mills and a Lawrence Freeman - while the other was Paul Knight, who seemed the eldest of the three, though still only twenty-three.

Jay placed Dion's phone beside him for a moment, before raising his arms up above his head, stretching. He seemed to have gotten over the worst of the hangover, but he now felt tired from his unusual sleeping pattern, and the whole mystery of what had happened to him and to Dion and the men who were now clothes-, wallet- and phone-less somewhere. Unsurprisingly, Dion's contact list was huge; with some names as much as quadrupled up to middle initial, trying to figure out whom he should call first was going to be a challenge. He'd have tried the HMG, but Jay hadn't even met him yet.

Jay flopped backwards onto the bed; he could feel wet, slimy patches beneath him, but he didn't care. Exhaustion and confusion were creeping over him, but he had to fight it to try to figure out what was going on. This wasn't helped by his insistent penis, which had started to thicken as he sat, nose smelling the remnants of the orgy.

Jay slowly stroked himself again, body tingling pleasantly as he stroked himself, his heavy eyelids flickering open occasionally. No wonder Dion enjoyed orgies: his room reeked of musky sweat, and with the primal thrum that seemed to emerge from underneath the techno music, and a bunch of hot, eager young men at your disposal, it would be easy to get swept away. Jay felt somewhat like he was in a trance, and he felt himself drifting away, kept awake only by the throbbing cock his hands gently stroked into erection. His mind slowly scattered, imagining if he had decided to join the orgy, following Mark and surprising Dion. He could almost picture it happening.

"Five!" he exclaimed, a surge of realisation surging through him, rousing him enough to open his eyes. Although he continued to stroke - his body had been put off for too long to want to leave it any longer - sex was no longer his focus; at least not sex he had been having.

Jay remembered when he'd sauntered past Mark and the others, feeling rather pleased that the other men were finding him so hot. The others had been looking out; Jay couldn't really remember what they looked like, but there had definitely been four faces looking at him. With Dion and the guy fucking him, that made six.

He only had four sets of stuff on the bed; Jay hadn't bothered sorting out Dion's stuff - Dion had a lot of clothes, but he'd seen the ones he'd been wearing when he'd left, so he hadn't needed to sort them like he had for the others. But he'd been thorough: most of Jay's clothing was packed away, and there had been only five sets of clothing in the room.

Sitting with his legs wide apart, nearly straddling the double bed, Jay tried to figure out who the hell the sixth guy had been.

He could place Mark, and of the others, he definitely knew Lawrence had been one of the guys by the door: skin colour was a pretty good indicator of which one had been Lawrence. Carefully, Jay examined Charles' and Paul's IDs, trying to remember what he had seen. One he noticed was pretty hairy: not like Jay's new body, but definitely more like his old one had been. The other was a definite smooth twink. He wasn't sure - student IDs weren't the best when it came to picture quality - but he was pretty sure it had been them.

The other guy - the huge guy fucking Dion - was the mysterious one.

Jay grunted; his cock squirted a heavy load of precum. Dropping the IDs, he focused back on his cock, puzzling over whom the mysterious guy had been. Picturing him gripping the bed, waist slamming into Dion's spread legs, ass pointing slightly into the air, however, was slightly distracting.

Jay's nostrils flared, and he breathed deeply: the air about him felt thick and warm. His rippling muscles flexed as he slowly began to buck his hips. Jay closed his eyes, his grip tightening as his hands slipped over his increasingly lubricated shaft.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands fell around his ankles; in Jay's mind, hidden memories resurfaced, and he opened his eyes, expecting to see nothing. He remembered the ghostly presence that had fucked him in bed last night, and had taken him away from his body to fuck again when he'd been in the shower with Mark.

However, this time there was someone actually there; but Jay knew it had been the same thing - whatever it was - that the ghostly presence had been. Only now he could see it: it was the mystery man.

Kneeling on the bed near Jay's ass, the mystery man raised Jay's legs, spreading them apart and raising Jay's ass into the air. Jay stopped jerking on his penis, an unspoken command passing between them. Instead, he gripped onto the bed as the mystery man rubbed the tip of his thumb around Jay's hole, his legs sliding through the gap between the bulging, toned arms and the thick, muscular torso.

The thumb seemed to unlock Jay's asshole; if he could, Jay would have reached down and pulled his ass cheeks apart with the strong desire to be fucked in the ass by this man. Jay started breathing heavily, his hairy, muscular body starting to drip with sweat.

Jay felt the guy's thick, heavy cock tip poking in, forcing itself into him. Jay winced; even though he desperately needed to be fucked, the cock was still large and stretched him painfully at first. He clenched his jaw and eyes tightly shut; his nostrils flared, breathing in more of the warming air that washed over him.

The mystery man slid further in; Jay involuntarily shivered and gasped as his hole stretched further, a thicker part slipping inside him. The pain slowly subsided; it still ached somewhat but the intensity seemed to die down as Jay became accustomed to it.

Jay's cock, which had at first withered at the more painful parts of being penetrated, flared back into life as the man, pressing down with one meaty hand in the centre of Jay's bulging pectorals, started to jerk Jay off as his own dick buried further into Jay's body.

Jay's eyes flickered open; in the red light, the man seemed almost demonic. His dark eyes looked down on Jay with satisfaction, his white teeth glistening with saliva that occasionally dripped over his lips. Jay wondered where he was from: he was certainly incredibly good-looking, and well-built, but in the room's red light his skin could have been almost any colour, and his body didn't have any extremely obvious racial features. He didn't even know the man's name.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"Fuck," Jay thought. "Why do I have to be reminded of that now?"

He moaned, the other man's dick had almost slipped completely in. The dribbling of precum inside Jay seemed to intensify his own erection as his prostate was rubbed continually. His own pre trailed down his shaft, mixing in with the other man's between his buttocks, sliding down and adding another wet stain to the sheet.

Jay started to buck himself, the steady rhythm of his ass being repeatedly stretched bringing him to the edge. Pressure of his oncoming ejaculation caused his muscles to start twitching in anticipation. His mind, already tired, was growing foggy; it even seemed like the room was filling with smoke.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay wanted more of this feeling: strength and physical prowess, the envy of any man; wild days of fucking and seeking its next mate. Eric's stupid voice shut out of his mind finally. He mindlessly grunted as he clawed at the bedsheets, the odd feeling of his intestines stretched full of thick, heavy, oozing cock and the desire for the pleasurable chemicals his brain would soon release along with his seed driving all worries and thoughts beyond getting off with this hot stranger from his mind.

At last his body could no longer contain it, and Jay's thick cock flared before a thick, heavy geyser of semen squirted out of him. A ring of light seemed to surround him as his cock pumped, pulsing in the mysterious man's hand, squirting ejaculate over and over.

Jay had never felt such a wonderful feeling: his new testicles seemed to be pouring out an infinite supply as the first four or five squirts emptied over his huge chest, forcing his eyes closed as a few blobs reached up to his face. His ass was still being pounded, the other man breathing heavily as Jay's cock continued to pump repeatedly. Bits of his own spunk trickled into his mouth; Jay licked his lips clean, amazed and exhausted as the intensity of his ejaculations started to ebb as pleasurable endorphins carried him even further inside his new body.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay could barely hear Eric that time; it was nice. The man fucking him leaned over him, smoke blowing in Jay's face. Jay couldn't quite understand the words, but he knew their meaning: submission to him would mean this pleasurable feeling would continue, and he'd get an even better, more potent, stronger, more virile body.

A little smaller than I'd want.

And Eric's voice would finally be out of his head. Jay didn't have to answer out loud; he thought, "Who would want to give up this?"

Then the mysterious man ejaculated: Jay's body filled with the same hot, spicy fluids he remembered. The man's talons were entwined with his thickened chest hair; Jay hardly noticed it had been growing while he had been getting the best fucking of his life. But even that wasn't too bad, because when the bed fell away and they tumbled over each other, it felt nice to have him gripping, pouring his hot semen into Jay's eager, awaiting body.

Jay's insides quivered, as though he were feeling the orgasm himself. His body was feeling so heavy; cum dribbled out of his hole, smeared as the mysterious man's final thrusts emptied his strange juices throughout Jay's lower body.

The pair's tumbling eventually slowed, as Jay's heavy form sprawled over the smooth, warm rocks. He sighed contentedly, the pleasure of his distended insides retracting to normal as the mysterious man's giant cock was slipped out of him.

From what felt like far in the distance, Jay heard voices. But he didn't care: he was tired and happy, and wanted to sleep for a little while.