Monster Maker

(When I first put together that story idea randomizer a couple years ago, one of the first combinations it spit out was "two-headed panty vampire". I've been wanting to take a swing at that one ever since, so here we go.)

Like most young men in their mid-twenties, Luke and Johnny hadn’t been overly concerned about the stories. They’d seen the twisted end results the same as everyone else, and while they credited themselves with being members of the target demographic, they both figured the odds were in their favor. After all, there were countless fit, handsome hunks walking around but only one Mengineer. The chances of winding up in the madman’s clutches felt lottery-esque in their scope; technically possible, though far from likely. And that was assuming the menacing mad scientist existed in the first place. The warped bodies and impossible proportions were hard to deny, but government cover ups or extra-terrestrials were just as likely as some mummified boogeyman. It certainly didn’t help official credibility when the news finally went mainstream and everyone learned how long this had been happening, and just how many men had been impacted. The government’s first response had been to try and keep it quiet, to put the warped men into a kind of witness protection program. But that option stopped being viable when enough of the affected individuals finally went public. As would be expected, there’d been an initial burst of activity around the subject, with plenty of performative alarm and calls to action that yielded little in the way of results. Eventually, it all died back down, with the Mengineer relegated to urban legend status, a lurking threat to hung, hot studs everywhere.

That’s all Johnny and Luke thought it was, until the night they’d stumbled out of the bar as a pair of drunken wingmen, only to wake up as two heads attached to a single body. All either of them could hazily recall was a bright, white room and a horrifying figure wrapped in rags with spindly metal legs. Of the procedure itself they were both blissfully oblivious, as it appeared that they’d been melded together as opposed to one of them being grafted onto the other. Their shared frame now bore hints of Luke’s pale pink skin mingled with Johnny’s olive hue, with strands of golden hair joining with the raven dusting on their sturdy pecs. From their necks up they were each unaltered, their strong, square features and alternately hued hair remaining intact, but from the shoulders down they’d become a single entity. Having both been hung and chiseled to begin with, the athletic proportions weren’t new for either of them, though having to share the driver’s seat was a new experience.

Instead of both fighting for control at once, they seemed to swap behind the wheel at random. When they’d first come to, Johnny had been horrified at the sensation of being trapped in his own body, unable to do anything other than turn his head and talk while Luke did the rest of the moving. He wasn’t cut off from his senses, he still felt everything as if it was his own body, making for an intimate experience when his friend absently scratched at their girthy package and he felt as if the other man was fondling him. A few hours later they’d swapped, the transition of control so jarring and unexpected that they’d actually fallen over.

To say that an adjustment had been necessary would be an understatement. Not only did the pair have to wrestle with their sudden freak-like status, their privacy had been ripped away. There was nowhere either of them could go to get away from the other. Eating, drinking, sleeping, shitting; the other was always right there. They were witness and participant, removed and intertwined. When Johnny felt like the one in control, it felt like his own hands that touched his own body, his own blood pumping through his own veins, fueled by his own beating heart. Other times, it was the exact opposite. Though they were no different physically than when he’d used them to touch himself, he couldn’t help but think of them as Luke’s hands, the fingers foreign against his suddenly unfamiliar skin. It wasn’t his blood that he felt coursing through him, it was his friend’s, a sensation that was at once violating and intimate. By comparison, taking a dick was nothing. A crude organ penetrating his muscled bubble or launching a sticky spray down his throat paled against the feeling of Luke’s lung’s causing his chest to expand. His friend was always inside him, and Johnny was always inside his friend.

They’d both expected things to normalize at some point, for the walls that separated them to crumble and leave a single, unified entity, but so far those walls had weathered only slightly. The pretty pair were still distinct individuals, sharing thoughts, functions and impulses whether they wanted to or not, with absolutely nowhere to hide from the other. It was an existence of either constant exhibitionism or embarrassment for their daily activities. Eating and drinking became oddly intimate as the food mingled in their shared stomach, and the subsequent necessities were even worse. If Johnny wasn’t the one behind the wheel, he felt invasive, like he was standing next to Luke watching the blonde take a piss. And he couldn’t even try to give his friend privacy by closing his eyes since he felt the other man’s warm liquid passing through him, a hand that wasn’t his own holding his fat cock in place. It was the same for Luke when Johnny was in control, a relentless sensation of exposure. It helped that they’d been friends for so long, and they were gradually continuing to acclimate to the other’s constant invasion, internally and externally, but it wasn’t happening any faster than if they’d still been separate individuals. And the shared body was only one aspect of their altered existence.

“Who’s that,” Johnny asked, still not used to speaking while simultaneously feeling something sliding down his throat. Though joined to the shoulders, there was a bit of separation at the top, allowing one to converse while the other’s mouth was busy, a trait that proved useful for their new arrangement.

Luke turned the plastic sleeve over after sucking it dry. From the outside, it looked no different than any other energy gel packet, save for its lack of branding. It was the contents that set it apart. “Lewis. Who do you want?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Johnny said, feeling like a baby bird when Luke tore open a sleeve and brought it to his mouth. The dark-haired man could feel his arms moving as if they were his own, but he wasn’t the one directing their actions. At the moment, all he could control was his head.

“Fuuuuuck that feels good,” Luke groaned, a shiver running through their shared frame as Johnny drained the sleeve. His eyes drifted shut while his free hand drifted to the twitching cock, the plump organ swelling to fill a meaty fist. “It’s not even gross anymore. Or maybe it is, but who gives a fuck?”

Johnny looked at the back of the sleeve before Luke tossed it in the garbage. He’d felt a similar thrill when his friend drank, but it wasn’t until they each took a hit that the icy need began to thaw. “Harry’s a tasty dude. I think he’s actually tasting better the bigger he gets.” Johnny felt a stab of disappointment when Luke let go of their shared organ, though the ache from the abandoned handjob came nowhere near the thirst they’d just quenched.

“He’s up…what? Sixty pounds?” Luke chuckled as he turned from the mini fridge and crossed the spacious bedroom, gazing out through the windowed wall at the sprawling property. The manicured lawn glittered with dew, a haze of steam rising from the heated pool as it sat in the center of the well appointed patio directly below. It was a lovely late summer morning, a tranquil scene in a posh setting. The slow start couldn’t have been farther from the rushed routines to leave cramped apartments that the pair was used to, but now they had nowhere to be. They could linger in their massive bed in their giant suite as long as they wanted, enjoying the luxurious surroundings that Beau provided. It wasn’t likely that either of the young studs would have accumulated such wealth on their own, but, if the older man felt like being generous, they certainly weren’t going to say no. If he wanted to give up his ridiculous room along with control of the massive mansion, amongst other things, Luke and Johnny were happy to take the reins. It was Beau’s obscene wealth, after all, and he could do whatever he wanted with it. In this case, “whatever he wanted” translated to “whatever Luke and Johnny wanted”, but as long as the bills got paid no one really cared.

“Almost seventy pounds,” Johnny corrected, biting his lip as a pang of lust throbbed through him. “It’s crazy to think about where he started. Dude was ripped! Abs for fuckin’ days, man. Now he’s all soft and shit? That belly? It’s weird how hot it is.”

Luke reached up and ruffled Johnny’s hair. “We’re a two-headed freak who has to guzzle cum to survive, but you think getting turned on by a thicc boy is weird?”

“Habit,” Johnny grinned, his olive cheeks flushing.

“I love how much of it’s going to his ass,” Luke sighed, the hand finding its way to his cock again. “And those titties.”

Johnny let out a short sigh of his own, turning to nibble on the blonde’s ear. “Beau’s still got him beat there,” he purred.

Luke started pumping faster, his free hand once again stroking through Johnny’s chocolate mane while the other man’s tongue toyed with a sensitive lobe. “I’d hope so. As much as that dude works out, his pecs should be blasted.”

“He really…took to it…” Johnny grunted, the thought of the middle-aged meathead’s transition making him quiver. When they’d first met, Beau was average at best. The older man was primped and polished, but he was neither fit nor heavy, with a face as unremarkable as the rest of him. Beau’s most compelling feature at the time, aside from his obscene wealth, had been his oversized, girthy package, the thick organ changing all of their lives for what Johnny and Luke saw as the better. Now, their older friend was on his way to becoming something truly remarkable. After months of protein and supplements - designer, legal, and otherwise - Beau was becoming a beast of a man. He was broad and bulky, his doughy midsection now a lumpy muscle gut that lurked beneath his juicy muscle tits, the meaty torso wedged between his piston arms. That beefy upper body was now supported by a matched set of pillar-like legs, a pair of ample globes sprouting where once there’d been no ass to speak of at all. Coupled with his impressive endowment, Beau had gone from primped to primitive, his rugged looks accentuated by his whole-body tan and the buzzed scalp that had replaced his acorn-colored coif. Since it was technically the older man’s house, Johnny and Luke thought it appropriate that he should be the one to take care of it, delegating all the responsibilities like yard work and cleaning to the naked hulk. And when he wasn’t doing that, he spent his time working out, making up for years of easy living with constant labor of some kind.

“I like when they’re…together…” Luke whimpered. “The way Harry…shakes is…so good…” he hissed, trying to hold back. Like Beau, the sandy-haired gainer’s journey had taken him far from his tight, lean starting point. A college friend of Luke and Johnny’s, Harry had been a runner and a climber, constantly engaging in some kind of physical activity. People always joked about the wiry man’s metabolism, but once that activity slowed to a crawl, and his calorie intake increased, he packed on the weight as quickly as the older man. But while Beau appeared carved from granite, Harry was significantly softer, his once-sharp features now full and round.

“Lotta meat…between the two of…of…” Johnny was cut off when Luke’s pumping fist pushed them over the edge. He groaned along with his friend as they came, erupting all over the clear wall just as Scott sauntered out onto the patio. The olive-hued twink looked up in time to catch the display, the sight of the two-headed hunk making his own cock spring to life. Once, he’d been built like a smaller version of Johnny. Though the shortest of the bunch at 5’7”, his ample, mediterranean muscle had been covered in a dusting of raven hair that, along with his comically wide, stubble-covered jaw, made him almost exaggeratedly masculine. Like Harry he was around the same age as Luke and Johnny, but, unlike the ballooning blonde, he wasn’t growing. He was shrinking. Scott had been put on a strict diet and a strict regimen of cardio-only exercise, steadily taking him from strapping stud to slender twink. His wrestler’s build had been swapped out for that of a soccer player’s, and whole-body electrolysis had rendered him smooth from the eyebrows down. Now, “masculine” was the last word that came to mind at the sight of the former jock, though his reduced stature allowed the thickness of his short, wide cock to shine. He’d been one of Harry’s coworkers when they’d both had jobs other than intimately documenting their transformations online, and Luke and Johnny were glad that their friend had thought to invite the now-slender stud. There was still room in the house for others, but the attached Adonises weren’t in any hurry to expand their permanent collection when they had a line of interested men just waiting for a chance to be with them. They’d know when the right person with the right resources came along, a Beau 2.0, and they were content to charge their astronomical rates until then.

Luke waved as Scott scampered into the pool. “We have to remember to tell Beau to clean that up,” he said, nodding at the glass before turning away and heading for the bathroom. It was bigger than both of their last apartments, the shower feeling like its own room as they stepped inside.

After a few minutes of standing under the warm streams from the various shower heads, Johnny realized things had switched, the lathering hands now feeling like they were his own. It was him who shampooed Luke’s golden hair, not the other way around, a transition that had become so seamless he almost didn’t notice it. “Guess I’m driving now,” he laughed.

“THAT’S still weird,” Luke sighed, reeling from his abrupt reassignment to passenger status. While Johnny barely noticed, he’d gone from a strapping stud to a head on someone else’s shoulders like a switch had been flipped.

“At least we’re getting better at it,” Johnny shrugged. “We haven’t fallen over when it happens in forever.” He shut the water off and stepped out, letting their shared frame air dry as he inspected it in the mirror. From the neck down, they were a stunning display of symmetrical, muscular perfection. Sculpted. Tapering. Hung. From the necks up, they were a stunning display for an entirely different reason, the pair of handsome faces making a mockery of the picture-perfect physique below. They both knew they would have pulled a crowd even without the Mengineer’s extra tampering, but neither of the once-smug studs were going to complain about the pheromone-based boost. If they could barely bring themselves to cover their altered body, at least there was a benefit.

“Nah, dude, let’s do the pink ones,” Luke said when Johnny left the bathroom and headed for the dresser. The dark-haired man had started to reach for a pair of skimpy black briefs, but his friend clearly had other ideas.

“Feeling frisky this morning,” Johnny asked, pulling out the lace underwear. The sheer panties were cut for a man, but their shape and style were miles away from the boxers and boxer-briefs they’d worn as separate individuals. Part of it was a result of the transformation they’d undergone, a need to expose themselves as much as possible, but part of it was also their new perspective. They were already walking around as a two-headed man. If everything they now did was strange compared to their previous lives, they might as well lean into it and have some fun where they could. If that meant lounging in kinky lingerie, then so be it.

“We make it look good, bro,” Luke said, pursing his plump lips as Johnny turned to the mirror.

Though the dark-haired man agreed with his friend about the accentuating underwear highlighting their firm cheeks, tight waist, and plump bulge, he was less enthusiastic overall. “What DID that dude do to us,” he sighed, a part of him still resenting what their lives had become.

Luke turned and gave Johnny a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t get all mopey. It’s no fun being attached to a pouty piss baby.”

Johnny grinned, his smile growing when he elicited a yelp by tweaking one of their nipples. “I’m not just talking about the heads, man. I mean…look at us! We’re walking around in panties sucking dick all day? Not how I saw things going. We were studs, dude. We could’ve had any girl on campus, but now we’re swallowing loads and taking dicks up the ass?”

“It’s not like we have a choice,” Luke reminded his friend. “At least it’s a great ass, and at least we’re making fuckin’ bank in the process.”

Johnny sighed and shook his head. “Should we feel bad about the other guys?”

“Hell no,” Luke spat. “Why should we be the only ones who changed? And it’s not like they aren’t getting anything in return.”

“Yeah, but…” Johnny started to point out that their addictive blowjobs were yet another manifestation of the Mengineer’s tampering, that he’d done something to their saliva that made the experience impossibly intense, and which pulled the equally impossible loads out of the men. Whether the intensity of the orgasms alone was enough to leave the recipients in such a state, willing to give up their money, quit their jobs, and change their bodies, was undetermined, but the results spoke for themselves.

Luke was insistent. “But nothing. These dudes come to us in the first place because they’re freak-seekers. They don’t give a fuck about us aside from our two heads sharing one body, so why should we give a fuck about them? They’re just using us for kicks…only fair that we do the same.”

Again, Johnny wanted to point out that they literally needed the men and the eruptions they produced, but Luke’s resentment was bleeding over. And it wasn’t like they made everyone undergo dramatic transformations as a requirement to come back for more. For most, it was nothing more than a standard monetary transaction, with the exception of an ongoing “submission” sometimes being required. If a man wanted to become a regular, they had to make regular contributions in between sessions, keeping the pair stocked with a ready supply. And, when the two were in a more mischievous mood, they usually only asked someone to do something simple such as start an OnlyFriends, not overhaul their lives like their three housemates. Harry’s induction had been an accident, all of them unaware of the extent to which they affected each other as the two-headed hunk had nursed from their friend like his cock was a bottle. And while Beau had been intentional, he’d also been necessary. They needed the stability the older man could provide, and Beau had said himself that he regretted not taking advantage of his youth to be in better shape as he aged. Scott had been a gift for Harry, who’d told his friends about the pompous little stud who drove everyone crazy at work, with the now-husky hunk saying he thought it would be hot to see the shorter man slim down, unaware that Luke and Johnny felt the exact same way about his own inflation.

“Yeah…I guess you’re right,” Johnny finally said, not in the mood to argue. He knew he didn’t have any moral high ground anyway, that he was just as much of a manipulative cum-sucker as his friend. But looking like a monster and accepting that they’d actually become one were two different things.

That new status quo was driven home when they sauntered down to the first floor just in time to see Beau and Harry emerging from the room they shared with Scott. The mismatched pair was naked as usual, their exposed cocks springing to life as soon as they caught sight of the hunk with two heads. The eager duo sparked a similar response in Luke and Johnny, who were hit with a pang of hunger as their eyes immediately locked onto their rigid rods. Though they’d just downed a packet each, the joined jocks felt as if they hadn’t fed in days, longing for a drink straight from the source the way a vampire craved a warm vein.

“Mornin’ fellas,” Beau said, his thickened arm flexing as he gave a little wave.

Next to him, Harry let out a slow whistle. “My favorites,” the heavyset man said, gazing lustily at the panties. “You guys are so fucking hot in those.”

“Maybe you should try ‘em out too,” Luke said before turning and giving Johnny a look that made it clear he should follow along. “As much as we like you guys being naked, I think we should mix it up around here.” He grinned as both men exchanged an awkward glance and blushed.

“I bet your followers on OnlyFriends will be into it too,” Johnny added. “Struttin’ around all big and hard or soft and squishy in some little panties? It’ll bring in a whole new crowd.”

“If…if that’s what you guys want,” the middle-aged meathead sputtered.

“We’ll let you guys pick ‘em out. You can order ‘em when we’re done here. Don’t forget Scott, too,” Luke grunted. A barely-perceptible nod was all it took for Beau and Harry to hurry over, both of them practically trembling with excitement as Luke and Johnny dropped to their shared knees. It was a scene that played itself out several times a day, but for the granite hunk and his chunky friend, each encounter was just as exciting as the first time.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Harry groaned, his jaw going slack and his knees going weak as Luke latched onto his thickened rear and swallowed him to the hilt.

“Oh god…oh god…oh god…” Beau already whimpered, a hand absently reaching out to stroke Harry’s back as Johnny followed suit. His muscle gut flexed where the younger man’s burgeoning belly rippled, both of them feeling like they’d stuck their dicks in a socket. There was an electric current of pure pleasure that tore through them, their spit-slick organs already pumping out liquid like someone had turned on a faucet. The experience was as agonizing as it was ecstatic, a slow-motion orgasm that left them reeling. Being sucked dry by the singular pair was like being turned inside out, like the entirety of themselves was laid bare, an act of worship in reverse as the creature they idolized was the one on its knees. Each blissful second that their oozing organs were wrapped in the oral embrace only reinforced what they already knew, that they’d do, be, or wear anything that Johnny and Luke desired.

“Aww, you guys started without me,” Scott whined, his feet padding across the tile floor. “Want me to take up the rear?”

Like a single five-headed entity, the group moved as one in response. Harry and Beau dropped to their knees as Luke and Johnny propped themselves up on all fours, presenting their granite globes for the toned new twink. Scott wasted no time pulling their panties down and plunging in, his slender frame feeling smaller and smaller every time he draped it against the kneeling studs’ back. He clung to Johnny and Luke’s torso like it was a piece of driftwood in a churning sea, his ample cheeks bouncing as his trim hips started rocking of their own accord. It was as if his fat cock was tugged in a steady push-pull rhythm from within the penetrated duo, his wiry frame feeling like it was being sucked up into the pair while Harry and Beau were sucked down at the same time. The three separate men stared at each other in dazed, desperate wonder as they poured themselves, literally and figuratively, into Luke and Johnny, the lines where each of them ended blurring more and more every time.

And then it was over. The three men roared as one, fully erupting in unison, their impossible loads easily absorbed by the slurping studs.

“Goddamn that’s good,” Luke cheered with a drunken laugh when Harry and Beau fell back onto the floor. “How you doin’ back there, stud,” he asked, looking over a shoulder at Scott’s slender, panting frame. The shrinking man slid off and landed in a breathless heap like the other two, flashing a dazed grin as he nodded. Johnny and Luke hadn’t cum yet, but they were in no hurry, wanting to keep their bounty for as long as possible before shooting it back out again.

“Oh, hey, before we forget,” Johnny said, giving Beau’s meaty thigh a slap as he climbed to their feet, “we made a mess on the window upstairs. You might want to clean that up before it really cakes on.”

The buzzed brute was slow in nodding. “Yeah…yeah…of course,” he said, suddenly springing up as if it was urgent. “I’ll do it right now!”

They watched the hulk hurry off before Johnny bent and picked up their discarded panties. “Before one of you starts making breakfast…who wants to wear these for now?”

Luke chuckled as Harry and Scott leapt for the tossed underwear like it was a bouquet at a wedding. “See, dude? Look how happy they are,” he said with a contented sigh.