Metabreeders pt 2

Midday light stretched its fingers through the blinds, stroking the twink's

sleeping body with bands of illumination. As the minutes ticked by, the

young man did naught more than murmur contentedly in his dreamland, unaware

of the golden stripes slinking past his chest, onto his neck, tickling his

lips, before the first strip of sunlight flickered over his eyes.

His eyes scrunching at the sudden brightness, his coy, sleeping smile

curling into a frowning yawn, Jordi slowly stumbled into wakefulness, his

mind leaving the pleasant dreams he had been having and reluctantly

reentering the material world. He tried hanging onto the last shreds of his

dreams for as long as he could; he remembered something about sharks,

zombie sharks maybe, and that he was a dolphin who smoothly cut through the

water to kill the main zombie shark. He had just swam inside a gaping hole

in the decaying flesh of the massive megalodon's flank when the sunlight

had awakened him, interrupting his sleeping adventures.

One hand reached for his phone as the other scratched his itchy chest,

before passing his equally itchy belly and grabbing his rock hard morning

wood. Jordi gave it a few shakes as he opened up grindr, checking any

messages he got over the night. The top one was from a guy named Sandalio,

thanking him for the hookup they had shared the night before. Jordi sent an

emoji in response, the sly, grinning face, along with the message "I had a

lot of fun too! We should do it again sometime."

Jordi's hand drifted from his cock down his lightly-haired taint to his

aching hole. Sandalio had really given it to him good the night before,

pounded two loads into his guts and another down his gullet, after they had

both compared test results of course. His ass lips were still a little

swollen, though Jordi marveled at the fact that no cum had leaked out.

Almost as if his body had absorbed it all.

He paused in the exploration of his body, his finger pressed against his

pursed lips (as one does when they are deep in thought). Something wasn't

quite right here. As he mulled it over, he answered the next grindr

message. A guy had opened with the line "I want to split your smooth boy

pussy wide open... be a good submissive twink boi for daddy." Jordi blocked

him. His hand made its way back up his body again, rubbing over his happy

trail and chest hair, passing his face so he could run his fingers through

his luxurious, dark locks. As he did so, his fingers passed over his jaw.

`It's been a few days since I shaved, I should probably do it soon. Not

like I have much stubble anyway.'

Jordi tapped back to the main grindr grid, scrolling to see if anyone new

was on. Not seeing anyone noteworthy, he scrolled back to the top,

remembering that since his test results had came back neg again he should

update that on his profile. He clicked his square, and his shirtless

profile picture filled the screen. It had been taken by a friend of his at

a beach day, and Jordi was proud of how it came out.

In the pic, he was emerging from the ocean, sunlight gleaming on his smooth

skin and reflecting off his wide smile, rivulets of sea water falling from

his head and dripping down his hairless body. It was a picture that caught

him plenty of messages from attractive men, though also more than his fair

share of chickenhawk-types who wanted to fetishize a boyish-looking Asian

guy. Still, Jordi wasn't going to let racist old men ruin his fun, or stop

them from showing off his smooth, hairless twink body.

Jordi scratched his happy trail again. His... happy trail. Jordi did not have

a happy trail, or at least he did not remember having one. Genetics had

gifted him with a smooth body, but as he threw his covers off, he was met

with a foreign sight. While he wasn't a bear by any means, or even an

otter, Jordi had a light dusting of hair over his chest, spreading out to a

pretty wide happy trail leading to his cock. It was as though the puberty

fairy was going over her checklist and realized that she had skipped over

Jordi the first time, returning to do a one night special on body hair.

Jordi got out of bed, his morning wood and aching hole all but forgotten as

he padded to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, he appraised his naked

body in the mirror. Pits still smooth, arms still hairless, legs basically

untouched... but his chest and abs were now covered with a short layer of

black hair.

This couldn't have just happened overnight, even though all signs said it

had. Jordi went through a mental checklist of what could've happened.

Someone slipped rogaine into his body wash? Unlikely, since he hadn't had

anyone over for a week, there was no signs of a break in, and rogaine

doesn't work that fast. Also, that was a ridiculous idea to start with.

Testosterone in the tapwater? He had heard conspiracies about that, but

knew they weren't true. It wasn't testosterone in the tapwater that was

making the town gay. Could it just be puberty? No, because Jordi was 24,

and while he still looked quite youthful, he knew that he had stopped

growing years ago.

And so, once he eliminated the possible, he moved on to the impossible. It

was magic.

Well, of course it was magic. Honestly, that's what he should've guessed

from the start. Jordi had grown up exposed to the supernatural. His mother

was a social worker who helped incorporate dryads into human society, and

his father was a forest ranger whose responsibility was keeping lindworms

confined to their natural environment and a secret from the world. Jordi

had vacationed in the Summer Lands, the pocket dimension home of the Fair

Folk, he had ridden griffons at a carnival, he had taken magical shots at a

friend's bachelor party that transformed their bodies and memories into

those of a different person for one wild night of partying. Hell, even his

anxiety medication was magically prescribed, a potion that regulated his

neurochemistry and stopped him from having panic attacks. As a grad student

studying psychology, this was coincidentally his area of study as well.

So really, magic should've been his first guess. But he hadn't done

anything recently that would involve magical change, unless...

Jordi had a theory, but it was one he wanted to consult with a more

experienced person first. He knew that magical transformation wasn't this

person's area of expertise, but he must know something about it,

considering one of his staff had the gift.

--- *-* *- -* --* *

When six pm hit, Jordi was walking through the front door of Club Lux,

nodding to the bartender as well as one of the gogo boys who had gotten

there early.

"Hey Jordi!" the boy piped up, hopping down from one of the sidestages,

where he had been doing some stretches. "What're you doing here? Looking

for a better job that just TAing?"

Jordi smiled. "Nah Alex, I just needed to talk to your boss about

something. Statistics for some research I'm doing."

"In our lab?" Alex asked, cocking his head. Jordi had helped the fellow

psychology major get an internship in the lab he worked at, in return for

Alex fucking a couple loads out of him. Now, they mostly kept things

professional, but if a day in the lab was going on long they could

occasionally be found swapping blowjobs in the supply room.

"A private project," Jordi hastily improvised. "Studying anxiety in

homosexual sex workers."

"Well I'm bi, but if you got a survey for me to take I'm down."

"I'll remember that," Jordi said, attempting to disengage from the

conversation. "Good luck on midterms!"

He knocked on the inconspicuous door at the back of the club, opening it

when he heard the muffled "come in!" from inside.

"Jordi!, good to see you. Have a seat," Zachary said, gesturing the young

man to the chair across from him. "Your email said something about an

unexpected change?"

"Yeah," Jordi said, making sure to shut the door behind him before sitting

down and continuing. "Last night I went to sleep totally smooth," he

started, before raising his shirt. "And now I've got this going on."

"Doesn't look half bad on you," Zachary commented. "What's the problem?"

"I think it might've been a metabreeder. And I'm not sure if he knows he is

one."

--- *-* *- -* --* *

Sandalio stepped out of the shower, toweling the water from his hairy,

husky body. He groped his crotch a few times, his cock plumping up as he

thought about the hot little piece of ass he had scored the night before.

He was thinking of actually asking him over again tonight, but he didn't

want to seem desperate. He liked the guy, but a pretty boy like him

probably wasn't looking for a commitment.

Not that Sandalio wouldn't have been a catch. Rugged good looks,

genetically gifted with a hairy body, and a cock as thick as a beercan,

Sandalio knew that any guy would be lucky to have him. Not to mention the

dollars he pulled in from his job at a law firm, and the fact that his

sharp mind and observant eye made him a master at catching what made boys

squirm so he could torture them with more.

Admiring his naked body in front of the mirror, he rubbed a hand over his

hairy belly, appreciating the bulk it added to his frame. He had a body

that put on weight effortlessly, and while it had come in handy in his

college rugby days, his metabolism was now more concerned with packing on

pounds around the belly. But Sandalio liked having the extra bulk. He

thought having a gut made him look bigger, and he knew twinks loved getting

pressed into the bed by a heavier dude.

As he appreciated his body, the doorbell suddenly rung. Not expecting

anyone, he wrapped his towel around his waist as he strolled to the door.

The white fabric barely wrapped around his girthy thighs, and his strides

revealed a hairy strip of flesh with each step. If Jehovah's witnesses had

come calling, they were in for a surprise.

But peering through the peephole, Sandalio didn't see any well-dressed

religious folk, though the man standing on the stoop had the same

clean-shaven, twinky good looks. Sandalio opened the door, taking a step

back and dropping his towel as he did. "Came back for seconds?"

"Hey, dude, we need to ta--" Jordi started, before his jaw went slack and

his eyes fell low. Sandalio's cock was plumping up, the head slowly raising

to make eye contact with Jordi. "Fuck," he said, dropping to his knees.

Sandalio grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling the slimmer man over

the threshold of his house. Jordi shuffled on his knees to keep up and get

as close as he could to that delicious cock.

He leaned his head forward into Sandalio's crotch. He missed the cock on

his first try, his nose smushing Sandalio's pubes, breathing in the scent

of soap. Jordi always loved the smell of a freshly clean man, though he did

find himself missing the sweaty, unwashed scent of their romp the day

before.

He lapped at Sandalio's pendulous balls, slobbering over them with an

uncharacteristic vigor, before wrapping his lips around the base of the

shaft and sliding up to the head. He started licking around the head,

dipping under the foreskin, eliciting a groan from Sandalio, who ran a big

hand through the kneeling man's long hair before taking a big handful and

shoving Jordi's throat down on his cock. A lesser man would've gagged, but

Jordi had gotten an enchanted Tattoo of Gag Reflex Reduction for his 18th

birthday.

Even so, stretching his lips around the huge meat was not easy. But after

yesterday's performance, Sandalio knew Jordi had it in him, and was

merciless as he pushed Jordi back into his pubes. Jordi tried to bob his

head up and down, but Sandalio's grip was too firm for him to even wriggle.

Jordi's hands found their way to Sandalio's hairy thighs, his grip

tightening as he ran out of air. A second before he dug his nails into

Sandalio's skin, the bear pulled Jordi off by his hair, long strings of

mucousy spit connecting the two men.

Panting, Jordi opened his mouth again, planning on finishing the sentiment

he had started a minute ago, but Sandalio used the opportunity to shove the

twink's mouth back on his pole. This time, instead of forcing Jordi to

deepthroat him, he bobbed his head up and down on his cock, Jordi's lips

sliding over that middle third, Sandalio's cockhead barely breaching the

back of his bitch's throat on every thrust.

His plan was to suck Sandalio's cock for a little, just as a greeting

between fuck buddies, before getting down to business, but it seemed that

Sandalio had other plans. Judging by the amount of precum that was slicking

up the base of Jordi's tongue, Sandalio had been horny all day, and judging

by the appreciative moans, he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Mmf bgrbgl mmmf," Jordi tried to say on a backstrooke, but Sandalio just

assumed that Jordi was moaning too. The vibrations tickled his cock, and he

shoved it even deeper down Jordi's throat. Normally, Sandalio was enough of

a gentleman to ask before he drowned someone with his cum, but considering

how eagerly Jordi had moaned for his load the day before, he knew it was

okay.

He shoved the man balls deep onto his cock, throwing his head back and

moaning. With his eyes closed, he pictured the night before. Jordi on his

knees in front of him. A quart of Sandalio's cum already deep inside his

wrecked ass. Jordi jerking his own cock, so turned on by being at

Sandalio's feet. Sandalio's hand stroking faster and faster, his cock

pointed at Jordi's plump lips. Jordi begging for it, "please, sir, give me

your cum". Sandalio shooting his load into Jordi's wide open mouth,

painting his tongue white and shooting blast after blast down the bottom's

throat.

Remembering the night of pleasure knocked Sandalio over the edge. With

Jordi's face pressed into his pubes, he began shooting again, mirroring the

image he held in his mind. "Fuuuuck," he groaned, his voice ragged. Jordi

could feel his chest growing hairier as the cum took its effect. He

couldn't look down, what with having a cock lodged in his throat, but he

could feel the itchiness spread through his upper body. Finally, Sandalio

let him go, and Jordi fell back on his haunches, his eyes drawn first to

the massive man above him, before falling to his own chest.

Sure enough, he could see the hair darkening and growing in thicker. What

started as a smattering of light chest hair was not a solid patch in the

center, spreading to a dusting around the nipples. His happy trail didn't

seem to have been affected, but he could feel his normally shaved pits

beginning to prickle.

"You alright dude?" Sandalio asked, reading Jordi's downturned eyes as

dissatisfaction. "Sorry if I went a little rough on you. You loved it last

night."

"No, I'm good," Jordi said, still catching his breath. His voice was husky

from the pounding it had just received, making him sound a lot more butch

than he felt. Then again, with the hair growing in, he looked a lot more

butch these days. "But before we get carried away again, we need to talk."

--- *-* *- -* --* *

"Are you sure that's what I am?" Sandalio asked, reluctant to believe what

Jordi had just told him. The two men sat naked across from one another at

the kitchen table, the coffees placed in front of them growing cold and

undrunk.

"Look at me now," Jordi said, "you remember what I looked like last night

before you fucked me? I didn't have a strand of hair beneath my neck. Even

my pubes were shaved smooth. I remember you saying how much you liked the

feeling of that when you were sucking my cock."

"Yeah... yeah I did say that," Sandalio said. "So is it some kind of genetic

mutation?" he asked, not really believing what he was saying. "Magic?" he

continued, almost derisively.

"Honestly, I don't really know. All I can say that it is what it is. Your

cum makes guys hairier. If telling yourself it's genetics works for you,

then it's genetics."

"At least that's real," Sandalio murmured, finally picking up his coffee

and taking a sip. He put it down with a grimace. "So do I just make hair

grow? Or are you like, permanently hairier now?"

Jordi shrugged. "Only one way to find out. I shave this off and see if it

grows back. Used to be, I couldn't grow any body hair at all, not even a

happy trail. Hell, I only had to shave my face once a week or so. So we

have a pretty good baseline to see what the effects are."

"So... what's this mean for me? Do I have to tell my doctor?"

"I wouldn't if I were you. It's not like metabreeders are studied in the

New England Journal of Medicine. You tell someone, who knows what happens

next."

"What about with other guys?"

Jordi shrugged. "That's your call. I think it's decent to warn people that

you're going to change their body by having sex with them, but it's not

like getting hairier is that big a thing. Most guys probably wouldn't even

notice."

"Sorry, by the way," Sandalio gave an ashamed grin.

"It's cool. A little happy trail isn't the worst thing. Especially since...

well, you're not the first metabreeder I've ever hooked up with. The other

metabreeder, well, he was this really hot dancer would worked over at Club

Lux. Thought I was really scoring, but turns out he changing me without my

knowledge. Every load he dumped in my ass made me half an inch shorter.

Lost an inch and a half of height to him."

"You're cute as a shorty," Sandalio said.

"Yeah, it's not like I was a basketball star or anything." Jordi shrugged.

"And it's not like being a twink is central to my personality. I can be

Jordi, the fuckin cute otter bottom."

"That's for fuckin sure. You look good with that hair on your body. And

fucking me can put a little more hair on your chest."

"Actually, I think if you came inside me, it'd put more hair on my abs. And

ass. It makes a difference where you cum in a guy."

"You sure about that? You wanna test that hypothesis, science boy?"

Sandalio's hand found Jordi's leg under the table.

"I think I cAn give it a test," Jordi replied, his voice shooting up an

octave in the middle as Sandalio squeezed his leg.

Twenty minutes later, Sandalio was buried to the hilt in Jordi's ass,

pumping a load of his transformative cum deep into the

twink-becoming-otter. Jordi had already came a minute ago, the evidence of

which splattered across his abs and chest, soaking into the newly grown

hair.

Sandalio groaned as he collapsed onto Jordi, pinning the man beneath his

sweaty body. His cock stayed rock hard in its warm den. Jordi's cum mixed

with Sandalio's hairy body too, forming little strings of white as Sandalio

pushed himself up.

"I'm going to have to get used to this," Jordi sighed, pinching globs of

his cum up from his happy trail. "Washing it all off used to be so much

easier."

"That's why you just use another guy's tongue," Sandalio replied, kneeling

between Jordi's legs to lick up the hairy twink's body. The feeling was new

to Jordi, but definitely one he appreciated. As the bear slurped up his

cum, Jordi lay back in bed, enjoying the sensation. Being an otter really

wasn't so bad.