"So, thenshe, she," Rich slurred as he filled their cups again, the drunk friends leaning against each other in the middle of the futon, "She sits on my face, and she's talking dirty to me, right, like `eat that pussy freshman bitch.'"

"That's-hic-pretty pathetic dirty talk," Merlin mumbled his head half resting on Rich's shoulder.

"No, it'sa pathetic recuh-recoliction," Rich said, raising a finger and sounding like some drunk lawyer, "It was definitely dirty...dirty talk. Cause that's the point right, cause I'm not gonna ask her to piss in my mouth if there wasn't really dirty talk leading up to--"

Merlin burst into drunken giggles, "I forgot that's what we were talking about."

"It's not fucking funny, Merl," Rich whined, shoving Merlin's arm, "Bri is so fucking hot, I literally got in that bitch, and then I--"

"Pissed the bed," Merlin said tongue in cheek, "Figuratively. Unfortunately."

When Rich saw the glint in Merlin's eyes he couldn't help but start giggling, which let Merlin's laughter loose. They laughed till there were tears in their eyes and they struggled for breath, falling against each other as the world spun from the booze and the laughing.

With a few more chuckles and hiccups and coughs, the guys finally calmed down. Rich laid down on the futon, and rested his head in Merlin's lap and closed his eyes. "I've missed this, bro," he said dreamily.

"Same," Merlin said, putting his hand on Rich's chest, and Rich put his hand over Merlin's, his thumb gently rubbing against Merlin's wrist. While they rarely talked of it, the friends both loved to cuddle.

"So," Rich said lightly, his eyes still closed, "How's your love life lookin?"

It was one of Rich's favorite questions, something he'd asked since their "love lives" consisted of stuttering a hello to a girl between classes. Usually Merlin would think nothing of it, but today it was like a punch to the gut. He couldn't help but think of the first time he answered his best friend honestly, back in middle school.

He'd burst into tears. Rich was obviously confused, at least till Merlin sputtered out that he thought he was gay and begged Rich not to hate him. Then Rich started crying, not cause Merlin was gay, but because he couldn't believe his best friend would ever think he'd hate him just cause he liked boys. They hugged it out, called each other brothers, and promised they wouldn't keep any more secrets from one another. They even sealed it with a blood oath, nicking their thumbs and pressing the cuts together.

But unlike most excessively solemn childhood promises, Rich and Merlin actually kept theirs. The friends were radically honest with each other. From gossipy personal drama, to relationship hopes or problems, to serious concerns about their lives or families, even to their turn ons and kinks, Merlin and Rich shared everything, basically without hesitation. Often they'd admit things to each other they hadn't yet admitted to themselves.

But right now Merlin had a secret 10x more explosive than his sexuality. And looking down at his best friend cuddling on his lap, he thought if he didn't tell him he'd burst into tears. The alcohol certainly wasn't helping either.

"Dick...you know how you asked if there was anything different about me earlier?"

Rich's eyes snapped open, full of concern at Merlin's tone, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong per se, it's just...there's a ton that's different about me."

Rich sat up to face Merlin, taking his hand in both of his, "So that's what--Fucking a Merl, I can't believe I said--or should I say Lin, or a different name or--you know you'd be my sister as much as you've been my broth--"

"Wait, what?" Merlin said, confused.

"Your differences--like I know I said that coed stuff but that was just a joke, if you're transitioning or experimenting or whatever obviously I'm totally here for you."

Merlin stared drunk and dumbfounded at Rich's earnest look of support, and then he burst into laughter. Suddenly this seemed much easier.

"I'm not trans, you fucknugget," Merlin said, wiping tears from his eyes, "Although good on you being an ally like that."

"Oh thank fuck," Rich said, then immediately regretting the words added, "Not that I'm glad you're not, it's just--"

"Calling me a basic bitch coed would've been a pretty shitty thing to say to a girl just starting to transition," Merlin said, still chuckling at the idea.

Rich grinned, abashed, but then he looked confused, "Wait, so what're you talking about then? What differences?"

"What differences?" Merlin asked sarcastically, "I'm a whole new fucking person! I'm a half foot taller and muscled like a greek god. My skin's smoother than a pearl, I got hair as luscious as Samson. My dick's longer and thicker and covered in foreskin, and I finally have a fucking ass. `What differences?'" Merlin said, laughing again.

Meanwhile Rich's look of concern returned, as he worried his best friend had gone mad, "Merl, did you have any pills or--"

"I'm not crazy Dick, just--this room. You were like, `why haven't I been spending more time here,' but up to yesterday I had a fucking roommate that made Steve look like Prince Charming," Merlin stumbled over to the drawer beside his bed and pulled out the fleshlight, tossing it to Rich, "Until he stole a fleshlight from a magic store and got turned into it."

Rich ignored the fleshlight in his hands as he kept staring at Merlin, "I think we've had enough to drink. It's getting late, maybe some rest would--"

"Ah fuck, I mean this is all part of it. You can't remember, that's the point, Vano said. Nobody notices except the changers and--" Merlin stopped openmouthed as he had an idea.

Rich thought it was just more mania, "Vano--is that the guy you blew for this fleshlight? Could he have like slipped you something or--"

"Just hold on," Merlin said, and he began searching up and down the room for his phone. He had no idea where it could've gone, and his drunken search was just making a bigger mess.

"Merl, what're you," Rich stumbled up after Merlin and put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him to face him, "Chill, dude."

"I'm just trying to find--" But Merlin's tongue caught as his eyes met Rich's and he saw a faint colorful glow surrounding him.

"What? What's wrong?" Rich asked, confused as Merlin went slack jawed staring at him.

But Merlin didn't hear him. In his mind's eye he suddenly saw Rich stripped naked, floating like the vitruvian man in a circle with two spinning stars behind him. It was different than what he'd seen in the grimoire though--he could only focus on a few of Rich's features at a time, and he had to concentrate or he knew the vision would slip away.

"Why're you looking at me like that, Merl?" Rich said, almost disturbed as Merlin seemed to look both right at him and straight through him.

Merlin was seeing the changes. Trying to remember what changes he'd made for himself, what changes he wanted to add or leave out. It was hard, muddled compared to the crystal clear image and easy options he'd had in the grimoire. But he could still make changes, and when he liked what he made Merlin's vision began to spin.

"Merlin..." Rich was actually frightened now, as Merlin's steely irises spun inside his eyes. Faster and faster until they almost seemed to glow with their own light.

Then Merlin blinked, and as the world wobbled back into place he went weak at the knees and for a moment thought he'd puke.

"Merlin, what's wrong?" Rich grabbed his friend under the arm and helped him sit down.

Merlin looked up at Rich's concerned expression, confused. Then Rich began to pull on his collar, as sweat beaded on his brow.

"Nothing's wrong," Merlin said, trying to get ahold of himself, "Just sit down and maybe get your pants o--"

But Rich started pacing, breathing heavily from the rising heat, "Wh-what's happen--" and he fell to the ground. There were needles all over his body, a searing ache in the back of his head.

"Just relax," Merlin said nervously, kneeling next to his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder, "It's uncomfortable for a second but it should--"

Then Rich moaned, and the changes began. Merlin unconsciously grabbed his dick as he watched the changes he'd experienced earlier that day. Saw how Rich's arms and legs seemed to sprout out like plants, how his muscles twitched as if they were being shocked then bulged into new shapes, how his face seemed to ripple like light on water before shattering and revealing the unblemished skin beneath.

And nearly as quickly as they had begun, the changes stopped. Rich lay on the ground, tucked in a fetal position.

"Rich, you're ok," Merlin said, rubbing his back.

"The fuck was that, Merlin?" Rich's voice was muffled and scared as he stayed huddled on the floor.

"What I've been trying to tell you. Stand up, you'll see."

Hesitantly, Rich uncurled, and taking Merlin's hand shakily got to his feet. As he stood higher and higher he had a sense of vertigo.

"I'm...taller," Rich looked down at his body, and his hands immediately started gliding over his new ripped pecs and abs, his thighs stretched tight against his formerly baggy shorts, "and buff," his eyes lit up and he dropped his shorts, revealing a quickly hardening, and longer dick, "I'm fucking hung!"

Rich waved his dick back and forth, mesmerized by his new body, but his excitement couldn't hold back his curiosity as he looked at his best friend in wonder, "Merl, you-you did this?"

Merlin grinned and nodded. Rich had to grin back.

"Tell me everything."

----

It was slow going as Rich had lots of questions, and he occasionally was distracted admiring his new body, but when Merlin finally went quiet Rich just stared at Jackoff's silently moving lips, dumbfounded. Merlin decided to top off their forgotten drinks to fill the silence.

Rich took the solo cup when Merlin passed it to him, but he couldn't take his eyes off Jackoff. And he kept staring at it long enough that Merlin began to wonder if he'd done some magical brain damage. But suddenly Rich spoke, "Merl..."

Rich dropped the fleshlight, stood up and began chugging his drink. He finished it with a burp and let the cup fall to the floor as he shook his head and arms, as if he were trying to psych himself up. Then Rich drew back his arm, and gave himself the hardest slap across his face he could muster. He slapped himself off his feet.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Guess I'm not fucking dreaming." Rich cursed, pulling himself up and rubbing his already bright red cheek, "The fuck is wrong with me."

"Well, you don't have twigs for arms anymore, so maybe don't hit yourself as hard as you can," Merlin laughed, "But I get the wanting to check. I walked straight into a cold shower when I first found out."

"But Merl, if this isn't a dream," Rich said, his eyes starting to gleam, "This is the greatest thing in the fucking world. You can change shit to whatever you want it to be? You're a fucking wizard, dude!"

"Please don't call me--"

But Rich pulled Merlin into a hug and pressed their foreheads together. Merlin could smell the alcohol on Rich's breath, "Honestly who gives a shit bout some asshole nobody remembers, he's better off as a fleshlight. And you fucking Captain America'd me! Which is good cause I was starting to think that you were too much hotter than me to be an effective wingman." Rich laughed and stood up straight, comparing his new self to Merlin, "Like how tall am I now?"

"About as much taller than me as you usually are," Merlin said, "I couldn't see exactly how tall it was like I could in the grimoire. But I'm just shy of 6'1 so I'd guess like 6'3?"

"I need to update my tinder," Rich grinned, "And fuck that wand app, it's way cooler doin' it with your mind," Rich ran his hands all over his new body, "I'm fucking perfect, so who needs a wand? You're a natural."

"It's not a wand it's a grim--"

"Change something else," Rich interrupted excitedly as he looked around the room for an idea, "Make the tv bigger."

Merlin bit his lip as he concentrated on the small tv across from them. When he really focused the faint glow appeared around it again, but when he tried to think of changes the image in his mind was so blurry it was almost like a watercolor drawing.

"Well?" Rich said as sweat started to break out on Merlin's brow.

"Don't distract me," Merlin hissed, imagining the tv stretching across the wall like a window on a computer screen. It seemed so simple, but in practice it was much harder than changing Rich had been. Merlin knew Rich's body way better than he knew Rich's tv, and the changes seemed to come naturally to him after having done them to himself earlier. Merlin focused so fiercely a vein pulsed across his forehead, but finally the image began to spin.

"You know, it's vaguely terrifying but I'm also really digging the spinning irises," Rich whispered as Merlin's eyes started to glow.

Merlin blinked and there was a shatter of breaking glass and fried electronics.

"What the fuck!" Rich hollered.

As the world still spun like a falling plate, Merlin saw the smoking remnants of the small tv screen broken inside a much larger tv frame. Rich clutched Merlin's arm, "I lied, you're not a fucking natural you need a wand. Oh Jesus," his hands started touching his chest and belly, "Like, what if you fucked up my insides? Do I still have a kidney? How long would it take to even know--"

"Dick, calm the fuck down!" Merlin yelled, uncalmly, "I just need to find my phone and--"

Rich stood up, walked straight over to Merlin's bed and picked up his phone, then all but threw it at him, "Fix it. I need my fucking kidney."

"You have two," Merlin said distractedly as he opened up the grimoire app.

"Well then I need them fucking both!"

But Merlin was now focused on the app, and the broken tv that filled the screen. The perfect changes came up at the vaguest idea. Within seconds he had the image spinning.

The broken glass and electronics suddenly began to float, then expanded into the large tv frame, and like that the changes were done and the screen lit up.

"See? Totally fine," Merlin said, trying to downplay his own relief.

"Good...that's good," Rich said, "But, still, like, check that I have my kidneys, you know?"

But Merlin was only half listening. The tv was too big for the space, and he tried to shrink it down in the grimoire. But when he did the tv frame glowed red, and he couldn't make any changes to it. He clicked on the frame which detached from the rest of the tv. Then a spiky, cursive handwriting appeared across the screen, "Bound--90 inches diagonally."

"That's weird," Merlin muttered to himself.

"What? What's weird?"

"There's this error with the tv frame, I can't change it."

"I mean, that's bad right, I thought changing was the whole point?"

But Merlin was ignoring him again, as he went back to the vr base of the app. He flicked over to Jackoff on the futon. When he selected the fleshlight the whole thing glowed red, and again the handwriting appeared, now simply saying, "Bound."

"Uh," Merlin, "I might've made a change that can't be changed again. The tv says the same thing as Jackoff does, and Vano said Jackoff couldn't be--"

"Wait, did you permanently change me?"

"I'm not sure I haven't checked--"

"Well then stop checking the inanimate fucking objects and check on me!"

"Ok, ok," Merlin said, finding Rich in the app, "See, you're looking fine. No red coming up," Merlin showed Rich his avatar on screen.

"That's just your fucking lock screen!"

"Alright, so you can't see it but I promise it's definitely there. You're totally fine, no permanent changes."

Rich collapsed back onto the futon, his hand clasping his head, "Oh thank god."

"Totally fine," Merlin said, chugging the last of his drink and belching his relief. Then he grinned and began to play with Rich's avatar.

"Wait, what the fuck are you doing," Rich said, clasping his suddenly warm dick.

"Just a demonstration," Merlin said, as the world wobbled around him with his new changes.

Rich's dick started to get harder and harder in his grip, its long purple head dripping pre. But it didn't stop getting harder, it became painfully hard, and then suddenly his shaft began to shrink beneath his fingers, retracting inside his grip till his two inch dick was totally swallowed by his palm.

"It's not fucking funny, Merl!" Rich yelled as Merlin fell into a fit of laughter.

"Oh come on Dick, look at the itty bitty thing, it's hilarious," Merlin said, flicking his finger along the underside of Rich's microdick and getting a drip of pre to leak out onto Rich's balls, "Pissing will probably suck though."

Reluctantly Rich smiled, taking his tiny dick between his thumb and forefinger, "It is kinda ridiculous. And honestly, just like watching it change and it being different is really fucking hot."

"Right?!" Merlin said.

"Fuck yeah," Rich said, rubbing his tiny dick under his thumb with a small smile before he said, "This isn't as bad as I expected. But seriously bro, give me back my dick. You gave me an awesome dick before."

"Fine, fine. I told you, we're just messing around."

"Wait, in that case make it fucking massive. Like down to my knees," Rich grinned, still playing with his choad.

"Monster dick, coming up," Merlin said, excited to see Rich with the dick as big as his torso Merlin had tried out that morning. But when he tried to make Rich's dick bigger than it was before he shrunk it, it flashed red on screen.

"Shit," Merlin grunted, as the spiky hand appeared onscreen again.

"Shit what?" Rich said, his concern quickly returning.

"Nothing, it's--there might've been one tiny permanent change but it's really not a big--"

"What?! What the fuck is permanently changed?"

"It's not even that it's permanent, it's just like a relative thing. I swear it hardly makes a diff--"

"What is it??"

Merlin bit his lip, "Your dick has to be at least two inches shorter than mine."

Rich's face went from distressed to incredulous, "Bro. Petty af."

"It was an accident! I mean, obviously I had the thought that I didn't want yours bigger than mine but--"

"Uh huh."

"Here," Merlin quickly put Rich's dick back to the size he first changed it to, and as Rich moaned from the changes Merlin continued, "I can make you bigger than me in another way."

Rich's grin stretched as his dick kept filling in his grip, expanding beneath his fingers till it was as thick as a coke can. He stroked it appreciatively, "Now that is a nice dick. Even with your fucking insecurities."

"Yeah, yeah," Merlin said then he kicked off his shorts and sat naked next to Rich, "I'll make my dick longer and we can get to the monster--"

"Wait," Rich said suddenly. He was looking at his dick, huge in his hands, curving up to his belly button, the head glistening with pre.

"Make me bi."

Merlin blinked, nonplussed, "What?"

"Make me bi," Rich said again, turning to Merlin like it was the simplest request in the world.

Merlin smirked, "I thought you are bi?"

"You know what I mean," Rich scoffed,

"Nah, I remember. I said using your gay friend as a sex toy was just you being egotistic and horny and you were like, 'Bi erasure!'"

"Like you can talk about using anybody as a sex toy. It's a fucking spectrum, dude, I just wanna be more towards the middle of the spectrum. Can you do it or not?"

Merlin pulled Rich up on the grimoire, and quickly found the sexuality option, "Look at that, you're right, it's a sliding scale. Wanna know where you are on it?"

"No, I just wanna be in the--"

"95% hetero."

"Well see, I'm 5% homo!"

"Can you even wipe your ass at 5% homo?"

"You can kiss my ass at 1%."

They laughed, and Merlin added, "Speaking of, you don't have to wipe your ass anymore. No more pooping."

"No shit?"

"Exactly. Every asshole I see, sparkly clean and just for pleasure now. The scat people can shove chocolate up there or something."

"Come on, no kink shaming. Stay on topic, slide me to 50/50."

"If you say so, straight boy," Merlin said, adjusting the slider. But before he set it spinning he looked back at Rich, "You sure about this?"

"Hell yeah, Merl, twice the fun. And changing our dicks will be way hotter."

"No concerns about--" Merlin gestured between the two of them.

Rich looked confused for a moment, and then his eyes widened, "Ohhh. Fuck, I didn't even think about that."

"Yeah, cause you're so straight."

Rich bit his tongue as he grinned, then he reached over to Merlin's lap and started tickling his inner thigh, which was even more ticklish than Merlin's armpits.

"You done?" Rich asked, straddling Merlin's lap now as he giggled and squirmed trying to get off the couch, unable to push him off with Rich's new size and strength.

"Ok ok," Merlin squeaked. He gasped for breath as Rich finally stopped, but it was interrupted by a huge hiccup.

"Fuck-hic-me," Merlin choked out, "You can't-hic-do-hic-that when I've-hic-been drink-hic-"

Merlin's whole body was shaking from the hiccups and he took a big breath, his cheeks puffing out as he held it in. Rich laughed looking down at him.

"You deserved it," Rich's smile became a little strange as he kept looking down at Merlin, like he was trying to see him in a different way. Then he asked, "Are you concerned?"

Merlin put up a finger as he started to turn red from holding his breath, but as he slowly let it out he just hiccuped again and cursed, "Fuck-hic-it. I don't know, Dick. Maybe? I've really-hic-internalized that you're not attracted to me. It's just-hic-weird to think you would be."

"Who says I'd be attracted to you? Maybe my gay type is bears. Or whatever Elton John is."

"Yeah right, your type is-hic-anything with legs."

Rich grinned at that, and then mused, half to himself, "So I'm thinking...like say we had the friendship we already have, but you were a really hot girl. Cause that's the idea right, I'd be as attracted to you as I am girls?"

"I guess."

"Honestly, Merl, if you were a chick...I'd probably have to marry you."

Merlin laughed, and tried to hum out a wedding march, but another hiccup interrupted him, "Mediocre proposal."

"Maybe I'll do better if I'm bi."

They both laughed again, but they couldn't look away from each other. Merlin stared deep into Rich's icy blue eyes, seeing the curiosity in them, the brotherly love. He imagined seeing them full of desire instead, a hunger and need for his. The silver disks of Merlin's eyes began to spin.

"No way!" Rich said slapping Merlin across the face and snapping him back to reality, "Keep the eyes where I can see them. You could make me gay or something. I love titties too much for you to fuck this up. Use your wand, noob. Magic works better with a wand."

Merlin shoved Rich off his lap, "Grimoire, ya fuckin-hic-dick," he said as he grabbed his phone, dragging the sexuality bar right to the middle. He looked back at Rich, "Ready?"

Rich nodded and then quickly said, "Wait!" He moved over in front of the mirror on the back of the door, "Gotta see how like objectively attractive I am, you know?"

"I'm not sure that's what obj-hic-"

"Ok, ok, just do it," Rich said, brimming with anticipation as he watched his reflection.

The spiral spun on screen, and when Merlin pressed it his world spun too.

Rich bent over as a ringing filled his ears and his whole head grew hot, but then they were gone in less than a second. He stood up, waiting to feel the changes, but nothing seemed to be happening. He looked in the mirror and said, "Is that it?"

Merlin held his breath as Rich kept looking at himself, puzzled. His gaze traveled up and down his body. He knew his new build was incredible, that he was tall and buff and hot. But no more than he had before. He kept looking, as if hoping to find something new. His erection, which had been raging since Merlin had shrunk and enlarged his dick, drooped. Feeling that, though, seemed to remind Rich of his dick, and when he looked down at it his heartbeat quickened and his erection shot back full force.

"Well, that's new," Rich mumbled. He had admired his new dick most of the night, but suddenly it seemed the hottest thing he'd ever seen. His fingers traced every vein, stretched and explored his foreskin, the texture and sensitivity of his head made him leak pre, and then the feeling of the pre made him shoot more pre. He pulled his foreskin over the head of his dick, making a pool of pre, and then he had an overwhelming desire to taste it, so he rubbed it all over his thumb and brought it to his lips, nearly moaning at the hot, salty taste of it. He looked back at the mirror, staring at his dick from every angle. Then he realized how full and smooth and sexy his balls were and as he held them in his hand he imagined them filling his mouth, bouncing on his tongue. And when he saw the way his forearms flexed as he played with his balls he thought of how strong his arms were, how they would flex if he held someone down or if he were tied down. He flexed his biceps in the mirror, and when he saw the blond tuft of his hair the thought of how manly it was made his dick ache again, and he held his arm up higher and put his nose into his own pit, his eyes closing at the musky smell while his tongue--

"Well, still vain I guess."

Rich snapped out of his self absorption and laughed as he turned around. "Fuck you douchenoz-," the word caught in his throat the moment he saw Merlin. He was as nude as Rich but he was sitting down, elbows on his knees and his hands clasped under his chin, so Rich couldn't see most of his nakedness. Not that it mattered, what struck Rich dumb was Merlin's face. He hadn't realized it was beautiful.

"So? How is it?"

Rich thought about how he must have looked touching himself. Then he thought about Merlin watching him and felt ready to die of embarrassment, a pit in his gut like when you're having a dream and you suddenly realize you're naked in public. Then that thought made him even more embarrassed, as he remembered he was naked and standing in front of his incredibly hot friend. Rich's face turned a bright red, and he tried to subtly cover his dick with his hands.

"Umm...different," Rich said, but his voice cracked and he turned an even darker shade of crimson.

Merlin bit his lower lip holding back a laugh, adding butterflies to Rich's stomach, "You seem kinda on edge."

"D-d-d-do I?" Rich stuttered and clasped his hand over his mouth, shocked.

"Oh shit, it's that bad?" Merlin asked, raising his eyebrows. Rich had a bad stutter as a kid, but he'd gotten over it years ago. Except when he was very stressed or nervous.

Rich realized he'd left his dick exposed and slapped his hands back over it, not really able to hide his erection, "N-n-no i-it's fine. Just...d-d-d-different."

Merlin waved his phone, "I can change you back if you want. "

"No!" Rich almost screamed it, making Merlin jump in his seat, but that just embarrassed him again. He looked at Merlin like a whipped puppy, "I m-m-mean..."

Merlin stared back at him, an impish grin coming to his lips. He stood up, and Rich's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide as saucers as he saw Merlin's dick arching up past his belly button.

"You sure?" Merlin asked sarcastically, stopping inches away from him. Merlin hadn't changed Rich's face. It was too set in his mind, too comfortable and familiar. Too handsome. It felt right looking up at him again, even if Rich couldn't take his eyes off Merlin's dick. Merlin gently grabbed Rich by the chin and raised Rich's eyes to his, "Cause this `aww shucks' shit is boring."

"F-fuck you, aww shucks," Rich grinned hesitantly, finally sounding a bit like himself again.

Merlin matched Rich's grin, and rubbed his thumb along Rich's jaw. He stepped closer and said, quietly and reassuringly, "It's just me, Dick. There's nothing--"

But then Rich was kissing him. It was so sudden and clumsy Merlin almost laughed, but he was too eager to kiss him back.

This wasn't some shy, hesitant first kiss. The moment their lips touched they were all over each other. Their tongues twisted, their bodies pressing against each other, their dicks rubbing between, their hands and arms pulling each other closer. It was desperate, almost animalistic, like they had needed it for years.

The bashfulness Rich had just after the changing was gone, now he was nearly possessed by his desire. His fingers dug into Merlin's soft, plump butt cheeks, kneading them, massaging them, pulling them apart. His index finger slipped between, and rubbed against Merlin's tight pink slit. When he did Merlin's tongue moaned in his mouth, and Rich almost growled as he sucked on it. His finger began pressing at Merlin's hole, dry and forcefully, but Merlin didn't care, he needed it so bad. He slung his arms around Rich's neck and Rich lifted him off the ground by his butt, letting Merlin wrap his legs around his waist, his crack resting on top of Rich's dick.

They stumbled onto the bed and it was like Rich was trying to push Merlin through the mattress as he climbed on top. Their mouths refused to let go, so Rich thrust his dick forward blindly, smearing his pre against Merlin's taint and cheeks. Merlin's dick pulsed as he felt Rich humping him, and his hand slipped past their now sweaty and slick torsos, down between his legs, and when his fingers wrapped around Rich's dick the head felt nearly as thick as Merlin's palm. He guided it to his hole, twitching with anticipation.

Rich made a low growl again as he felt Merlin's hole against his dick. His hands moved down to Merlin's waist and held him like a vice, then he thrust Merlin onto his dick as he thrust into Merlin's ass. They moaned, both in pain and pleasure. Rich pushed in hard, with no lube besides a little pre, too fast for either of them. But neither cared. Merlin's hole ached and stretched around Rich's coke can thick dick and even as Merlin screamed in Rich's mouth they kept kissing. While Merlin's right hand dug scratches across Rich's back in pain from his relentless thrust, Merlin's left hand grabbed Rich's ass, trying to pull him deeper inside.

The moment Rich bottomed out Merlin saw lights as he felt Rich hit his prostate, making his whole body twitch. That drove Rich even crazier, and he immediately started making short thrusts, almost able to feel Merlin's prostate and aim his head across it, and as Merlin's hole went crazy with each rub it was like he was milking pre from Rich's dick, making each thrust smoother and finally easing the pain of his intrusion.

They both knew they were close, though their eyes were closed and their tongues were twisted around each other like they were trying to meld. Rich could feel the way Merlin's hole twitched and tightened, and Merlin could feel the cum pumping through Rich's dick as it pulsed against his ring. Merlin came first, and as Rich felt Merlin's dick shoot beneath his abs, his cum shooting between them, Rich shot too, dumping thick ropes of cum one after the other deep inside Merlin, flooding and filling his insides, coming out so hard and feeling so great Rich couldn't even breathe.

Rich completely collapsed on top of Merlin, weakly continuing to thrust as his dick slowly went soft inside. They still made out, too, although their lips finally started playing more than their tongues, and slowly their kisses became more sweet than ravenous.

Finally Rich's dick fell out of Merlin's ass, along with a thick stream of cum and leaving a small gape. Merlin pulled them both onto their sides, and biting Rich's lip finally pulled out of their kiss, but still savoring the taste of Rich on his tongue.

Rich seemed to too, as Merlin saw his tongue curl against his teeth as he looked at Merlin with his usual rakish grin, "Sorry for being such a fucking virgin."

"I know I said it was boring, but I lied. You're cute as fuck when you're flustered. Besides, you were a virgin, so what could we expect."

"I mean, gay virgin. I would've thought I could hold myself together a little bit," Rich's fingers began lightly running up and down Merlin's arm, then across his sides and chest, "Fuck, did I need that. When I saw you--you're a fucking knockout, Merl. A 10."

And like that they were kissing and cuddling again, Rich pushing Merlin back into the bed as his lips began exploring Merlin's jaw, back to his ears, gently biting and flicking his tongue against Merlin's earlobe, down his neck, every few kisses latching on, sucking and gently biting; Merlin could feel the hickies forming and he loved it. His tongue traveled down Merlin's chest, and Merlin closed his eyes as Rich took his nipples in his mouth, let his tongue trace every ab, his lips running through the thick dark treasure trail till Merlin's dick pressed against his chin.

"And this fucking thing," Rich got between Merlin's legs, taking Merlin's dick in both hands as his tongue licked a remaining drop of cum from the tip, "Is perfect." He stroked it, already full hard again, then began kissing it, from just above the balls up to the tip, let his tongue explore the foreskin, rubbed it across his face and lips and tongue, losing himself in experiencing the dick.

"Guess you can see why I liked sucking you off even while you ignored me," Merlin said, his hands playing through Rich's short sandy blond hair as his tongue slid up his frenulum.

"I think I could spend the night down here," Rich said, his chin on Merlin's balls and his lips kissing his shaft.

"I think we can come up with something a bit more exciting than that," Merlin said, waving his phone down at Rich. Rich grinned back at him mischievously.

"Agreed," Rich said as he gave Merlin's dick a final kiss then stood up from the bed, "But we're not drunk enough." He grabbed the jug of filtered water from the fridge and brought it over, "I'm thinking margaritas." Merlin grinned, opened his phone, and started changing.

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Getting blackout drunk is a process. It begins with a distinct force of will; most people will vomit or pass out first. To totally annihilate your memory you have to be really devoted to the task, determined to get as drunk as possible, pushing past whatever warnings your brain or body throws at you. Merlin and Rich were already shitfaced when Merlin made the water crystallize and then transform into frozen margaritas. When they clinked their cups and drank they both ignored the dull headaches and slight nausea already at the periphery of their awareness--they were on their way.

Then it's not so much that you stop remembering things, than that the present begins to dominate your perception, each moment overpowering the next. So one moment the guys were cuddling on the futon, and then suddenly Rich's mouth was cold around Merlin's dick as he switched back and forth between dick sucking and drinking, and then just as suddenly they were on the bed laughing together as Merlin flicked through the grimoire to figure out how to get rid of Rich's gag reflex and his hiccups.

Then you have the brownout. This is the last chance to bail, as you can realize your memory is starting to go, the exact order of your immediate past becoming jumbled up. So Merlin wasn't sure if he'd turned his fingers into dicks before or after he'd turned Rich's nose into a dick, and he had no idea how he came to be translator for a fleshlight, as Rich tried to convince Jackoff it should love drinking piss as much as cum.

The blackout is a world unto itself, like taking a wrong turn and finding yourself in Narnia. You may have fantastic adventures, fully aware of your hopes and plots in the moment, but the next day they're as easily forgotten as a dream upon waking. Blackout Rich could vividly recall their dicks stretch across the room, entwining and playing with each other like elephant trunks, but by the next day it might as well have happened in a different universe.

And like most people who find themselves in some fairy tale world, the blackout drunk is convinced he's the protagonist of the event. He is invulnerable, his ideas perfect and bound to succeed.

They were both talking, even if Rich's head was in Merlin's lap, his eyes fixed on Merlin's dick as his hands played with it. They'd never know who had the idea first, but it didn't matter. The moment it was spoken they both were convinced it was the most brilliant idea they'd ever heard. They talked it out in detail, laughing and turning each other on as they thought it out, the benefits seeming overwhelming. They thought they were so smart, leaving the final decision to their sober selves, but they also thought they were so clever, as they thought of ways they could convince their sober selves.

Once they were decided, though, they couldn't find Merlin's phone. But that didn't matter. They were invincible, their minds were one, it was impossible that they could fuck it up. They made out, sloppily and sensually, then went for it.

Rich knelt in front of the mirror, arching his back and spreading his cheeks as Merlin buried his face between them, his newly long tongue massaging, pushing, tasting as Rich moaned. Merlin slapped and jiggled Rich's butt cheeks and got up on his knees, lining his head up with with Rich's puckered, virgin hole. Rich winced, but as Merlin pumped pre into his hole Rich's pre dripped on the floor like raindrops. They held eye contact in the mirror, loving the faces they made as Merlin pushed deeper and deeper.

When he bottomed out the world began to spin, and Rich saw Merlin's irises start to turn. He pushed back on the dick, squeezing his hole around it. As things started spinning faster Merlin began pumping into his friend, picturing the changes, the conditions, the sensations. Faster and faster as his eyes began to glow, as they both began sweating all over and he felt the load rising up his shaft.

And then he shot. And shot and shot and shot. As the world wobbled back into place Merlin's dick felt like it was cumming like mount vesuvius, a bottomless, fiery pit in his balls exploding out an unending stream of hot jizz.

Rich looked in the mirror at Merlin's closed eyes, and though he loved the way Merlin's dick felt pulsing inside him he couldn't help but feel disappointed. "I'm naht evn close," he slurred at Merlin reflection. But Merlin couldn't hear him. His orgasm had blotted out his mind, there was nothing but the constant cum.

Rich began to feel the heat of it filling him, hotter and hotter as more came. His hole began squeezing in time with Merlin's pumping dick, and suddenly Rich couldn't tell whether it was Merlin's dick or his own ass that was pumping and flexing the hot liquid into him.

His dick became harder, harder than it had ever been, pushing up so that it was flush with his body. And then it was like the sensations of his dick began crawling up his abs, between his pecs, rounding him out like the underside of his dick.

Suddenly Rich's arms and legs gave out, and he collapsed face first onto the floor, even as Merlin's tight grip was locked around his waist, holding Rich's ass on his dick while Rich moaned drunkenly on the cold tiles. Rich groaned, the cum invading every inch inside him, burning him, changing him.

He felt his legs tighten and then lift off the floor. His hands reached back to feel them, but as they reached past his waist he felt skin that was bunched up, soft and stretchy and very, very familiar. But then it was like a magnet turned on, and Rich's arms were snapped to his sides, leaving him unable to lift a finger.

"Merlll," Rich moaned, fear finally breaking through his clouded mind. He felt a strong arm wrap around his chest, and he was being pulled up, and then Merlin was clasping Rich tight against his chest, still moaning as he kept cumming.

Rich's mouth suddenly started to water, salty, slippery spit filling his gums, coating his tongue, sliding down his throat, leaking down his chin, and even as it seemed like he could drown in it it tasted better than anything Rich had tasted before.

Merlin's hand held Rich by the jaw, and as Merlin rubbed the spit all over his face it was like his fingers were sex. Rich's skin was so sensitive, every nerve an ecstasy. Merlin turned Rich's face back to the mirror.

His eyes widened in shock as he looked at his head and shoulders, held tight against Merlin's chest, as they flopped on top of a giant dick attached to Merlin's crotch. His feet were gone but as he tried to move them he saw the 2 basketball sized balls in Merlin's sack pull up and down. Everything from the waist up to his chest had become a thick, rounded shaft, visibly pumping as it slowly spread further up his torso. Even more spit began to drool out of his mouth, and as Rich watched the way it glistened and smeared down his chin and neck and onto the shaft of his body he realized it was pre.

Rich felt Merlin's lips against the back of his ear, and Merlin's hands began to rub up and down his torso, pulling something up, something warm and fleshy and clinging to his body like latex, but that felt as sensitive as the rest of him, like the bag Merlin was pulling over him was a part of himself.

"You feel so fucking good, Dick," Merlin whispered, stretching the foreskin up and down as it slowly began to cover all of Rich's body.

As it crawled up his shoulders and clung to his throat like a turtleneck Rich felt something inside him, the heat that had been filling him up suddenly had to get out, and he could feel it coming up his throat. Then his whole body shook and flexed and pumped with unspeakable pleasure as cum burst out of his mouth in a torrent. But it was nothing like puking. It was as satisfying as drinking a cold glass of water, if your throat could have an orgasm at the same time.

The cum kept pouring out of Rich's mouth, but Merlin kept stretching the foreskin up and over his chin, and then further, and as Rich's vision was swallowed by the foreskin Merlin watched as the outline of Rich's face faded away as cum stretched out the sleeve. He felt a slight tickle as the giant foreskin swallowed up and over Rich's short, sandy hair, and then Merlin sat there, staring at his massive Dick while cum splattered the mirror.