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“Are you sure you want this?” I questioned, trying to persuade him one last time.

Eddie wasn’t like the other guys that had come to my place for a quickie; he was definitely different. Usually when men came over, they understood the whole, “my house, my rules” idea. I was pretty intimidating as an alpha too. With strikingly handsome features, a well built body, and about 6’5 in terms of height, I basically got away with anything I wanted. My deep bass voice made the walls shake, and my overall stature made the boys who came over shake too. I was only turning 30 next month, and yet I was still a force to be reckoned with.

With all this said however, it didn’t seem to apply to Eddie, as he was his own little hurricane. At 5’6, he was the perfect bottom a top could ever ask for. Cute, brown eyes and luscious lips, along with a slim figure and two massive globes he called a butt, he seemed perfect for a strong alpha like me. As soon as I’d found his profile on a dating app, I knew I had to invite him over. My 7-inch python agreed too, growing to its full 10 inches as I looked over his pictures. But, if I wanted it to be more than a one night stand, I’d have to be careful with my actions.

When you’re a better-than-average male, you tend to attract all sorts of men, some of whom you don’t reciprocate the feeling for. This happened about 6 years ago with a guy named Kyle, who after I’d dumped a load in him asked if I wanted to get dinner. Kyle was cute, having a great body and smooth features, but he didn’t really seem like a guy built for a relationship just yet. He was a little full of himself, claiming he held the best bottom that I’d ever get. My soft rejection hurt him a little bit, but it was my reasoning behind the decision that made him go ballistic. I didn’t want to tell him, but he practically begged for it.

“Full of myself?” he spat angrily. “I’m not full of myself!”

“You said, ‘You’ll never get anyone better than me’.”

“Because it’s true!” I could practically see the steam pouring out of his ears.

“Not really, dude.” I knew I was stepping on dangerous grounds. “There are a lot of good bottoms out there!”

“And what, you’re unique? You think cause you’re some huge alpha male that you can do anything you want?”

I’d definitely pushed him too far, but before I could apologize, he was already making his way towards the exit.

“Fine–screw you! If you really don’t want me, I’ll make sure to give you something so you can never forget your mistake.”

To be honest, this turned me on a little, almost making me feel like a beta with his powerful tone. I expected him to hit me or give me some memento, but instead he just muttered a few angry sentences under his breath. I couldn’t make it out, but the tiny bits I heard weren’t any English words I recognized.

“Now you’ll realize how individual I am!” He slammed the door behind him, never to be seen again.

“Sure, whatever, bro,” I replied.

It wasn’t till my next hookup that I had truly learned what Kyle had meant. Henry, a petite English boy I had met the year before, was travelling and wanted to see if he could crash at my place for a night. I immediately understood what he meant and hastily replied. He had had the best pair of dick-sucking lips I’d experienced, and he probably still would’ve to this day. I can still remember his stark black hair, bright blue eyes, and eager, childlike demeanor. Sadly, I ruined that all for him.

When he came over that dreadful night, we performed our usual ritual: small talk, flirting, groping, and finally his famous blowjob before we’d get to a restless night of sex. After I’d shot a hearty load down his throat however, his smiley demeanor disappeared. A low, menacing grumble came from his stomach, causing a grimacing frown to appear on his face.

“I’m… going to the lavatory.”

Dashing away, I barely heard him shut and lock my bathroom door. I wasn’t concerned at first, but I grew concerned when he began to groan. They were throaty, guttural grunts, nothing you’d hear from Henry’s light tenor register. I made my way to the door, my huge feet not hiding my approach as I’d hoped.

“Henry, bro?” I asked. “Everything good in there?”

He moaned, his voice again sounding much lower and duller.

Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I picked it up slowly, not paying full attention until I saw I had received a DM from Kyle. Opening the notification, I was surprised to only see a single message.

You think you’re so special, just wait until there’s a ton of men out there just like you.

I read the message over multiple times, but I had no idea what he had meant. I’d thought he was still mad over what had happened before, but when I’d heard the bathroom door open in front of me, I understood the true meaning behind what he had said.

Instead of Henry, the little British lad, stood a tall, blond, muscular jock. He was wearing Henry’s more formal clothes, except they had to be about 3 or 4 sizes larger. The man had intimidating eyes, a lantern jaw, giant pecs and massive thighs–he seemed like an alpha. It was almost scary how frightening this man looked, but what was even more alarming were the features he shared with me. Same massive Size 16 feet, same defined biceps and triceps, same Adam’s apple popping out of his neck. It took me almost a minute to realize I was looking in a mirror.

“Henry?” I asked timidly.

“Yeah, bro?” he replied in my voice.

“Are you alright?”

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“So you don’t remember anything.”

“I remember us wankin’ together, then I had to take a piss.” He seemed completely oblivious to the change. I later learned that all of reality had shifted. Henry was now known as a muscular, blond brute. He was still from England and was travelling, but he’d now always been a top and alpha. It was just a mere coincidence that he looked identical to me. 

After this, I was in such a state of shock that I refused to partake in any form of intercourse, but I was only human. Sex was addicting, and with my hungry dick, it was only a week until I had another bottom over at my place. I’d convinced myself that Kyle had only cursed me once, but unfortunately I was wrong. Ten minutes after I’d filled the next boy with my cum, he too had become another copy of myself.

“Bro, we ought to do that again sometime,” he grunted, hoisting up his bright pink shorts. They weren’t something I’d ever want to wear myself, but my twin made them look quite appealing.

“Sure, sure.” I replied nervously. I pushed him out in an instant, sighing as the door shut behind him.

Over the years, I found ways to control myself as I learned more about Kyle’s curse. Apparently, he’d made my cum infectious. Anyone who ingested my semen was instantly overtaken by my DNA, devouring their genetic code and replacing it with my own. As I grew older, I learned to control myself more–refusing blowjobs, pulling out swiftly, and only using the most protective brands of condoms. It was a little less successful at first, but as of now it’s been over a year since the last transformation. That being said, I’ve made sure to always keep a head count on my copies, with the number currently at 27.

This brings us to Eddie, who was sitting patiently in front of my ottoman.  He was wearing a deep purple button-up and dark khakis that showed off his lean frame, along with a pair of popsicle socks that made his already dainty-looking feet look childish. He seemed extremely eager, waiting for me to give the command. With my situation, I always make sure to get consent from the boys beforehand. I can’t really say the whole thing without sounding crazy, so I just warn them cautiously.

“Are you sure you want to have sex with me?” I asked. “You can’t go back from your decision.”

“Trust me,” Eddie smirked. “I was built to worship these feet, Troy.” 

Somehow, after all these years, I’ve never had someone want to worship my enormous feet. I was kind of excited to see what Eddie would do.

“Are you sure you want this?” I warned again.

“Yes, daddy.”

He obviously thought I was playing with him, but after the nickname I became too lustful to make corrections.

“You can start with my right foot.”

As soon as I had said the words, he hungrily ripped away a blue and white sock. I threw an arm behind my head and sunk into the couch, ready for the ride.

He started timidly at first, giving a quick sniff to my sock before shoving the whole thing into his nose. His eyes closed as he hummed in joy, giving me a boost of testosterone as I saw the little boy submit to my scent. After putting down the sock graciously, he began to massage my foot, feeling the sheer size and meat. He caressed his small fingers lightly across my arch before moving between each toe. Once he had felt the entirety of my foot with his hand, he positioned his tongue next. Sticking it out softly, he licked the middle of my sole before sucking the big toe happily.

“Ah yeah,” I groaned hornily. “That’s amazing.” 

I felt my cock begin to lurch, ecstatic over the newly found kink. Precum began streaming out from the head instantly, flooding my boxers and beginning to make a noticeable spot on my jeans. If this is what he could do with my foot, I couldn’t wait to see his potential on my cock. I’d definitely have to find a way to keep him around for more than one night.

“Let me help with that,” Eddie cooed, crawling up my legs and fishing out my dick before I could object.

“Woah! Just wait a seCO-” I twitched and caught myself, feeling the sudden rush of ecstasy as his mouth met my very sensitive tip. I tried to warn him, but Eddie knew how to use his tongue. He was in control now, he wasn’t even letting me get a word out.”

“Mmmh!” Eddie grunted, suddenly pushing himself off of my cock.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, surprised at his reaction.

“Oh-” he groaned, curling into a ball on my floor. “I don’t know, my stomach… is…”

“Come on!” I cried, jumping up in frustration. I looked down and saw the cum spread over my pubes. Eddie had been so quick I hadn’t even realized what had happened until it was too late.

“AHHH!” Eddie yelled, reminding me of the current situation at hand.

“Oh right,” I crouched down beside him, holding his hand tightly. “It’s alright Eddie, it’s all gonna be over in a few min-”

“What?” he interrupted. “You know what’s going on, Troy? What did yo-OH!” Eddie’s body spasmed in pain as my DNA scattered throughout his system, converting every one of his genes into one of my own.

“You’ll be fine, Eddie,” I tried to comfort him. “You won’t remember a thing.”

“What are you-” he writhed on my floor in agony, his hand twitching violently in my own. The small thing looked frail and weak compared to the massive glove surrounding it, but I watched as it began to expand slowly. Thick sausages exploded out from what used to be fingers while his palm bloated with extra, soft flesh. His skin grew tanner and more calloused as his knuckles cracked to a larger frame. When he gripped my hand before, I barely felt his pain, but now his giant paws were digging into my skin. 

My DNA ran down his arms, swimming upstream towards the torso. It was always fascinating to watch the arms bounce with excitement, bones elongating as calcium expanded their overall girth. The skinny appendages filled like balloons as tendons and ligaments stretched. Ounces of muscles became pounds, making Eddie’s arms look like that of an avid lifter rather than a college track star. My biceps and triceps easily replaced his twiggy shoulders, pushing at the sleeves of his expanding shirt. I felt a twinge of guilt watching his skin grow weathered and coated with my blond fur, knowing I was taking away almost a decade of his life.

Next came his chest. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I was familiar enough with the process that I could visualize it. His skinny abs would grow even more prominent as they formed into harder chunks of muscle. His pecs would push out along with his nipples, which would double in size and grow twice as sensitive. Golden locks of hair would be slathered across his stomach, curling around every bare inch of skin. They would also completely fill his pits, spilling out beyond his arms and creating a funk that was almost untameable. I could see his body stretch even though he was still in a ball, bringing him to what I assumed was about 6’. His button up stretched along with him in ease, silently adding three more buttons.

Following were the legs, which couldn’t wait to jump into the action. Eddie already had decently developed thighs and quads, but they were built for running, so they smoothly bulged outwards with more muscular flesh. I was more of a short distance runner than what Eddie had previously done, so his upper legs now were meant for lifting rather than endurance. His calves came in next while his knees cracked and readjusted to the new added weight. The lower legs grew thick and sturdy, adorning a similar coat of blond hair as the rest of his body. It was fun to watch his dark khakis push downwards slowly with his legs, accommodating with the new height as he reached 6’5. He was one of the smallest boys I’d been with, so the height modification was entertaining.

After his legs were suitable, my genetic code headed for the top. After a noticeable stretching in Eddie’s throat–which resulted in a major voice crack sending him down multiple octaves–his jaw went to work. It was painful hearing the crunching of bones as his skull separated and grew, creating a noticeable cleft to accentuate a new butt chin. His hairline pushed back while his forehead moved out, making room for the intense eyebrows and narrow nasal structure. Bigger lips, ears, and teeth came next as his eyes darkened into my menacing brown. His hair grew thinner, styling itself backwards and taking on a fairer color. The lightest of wrinkles and creases etched themselves into place. Finally, a scruffy stubble crawled across his face, covering in most of his cheeks and upper lip.

“It hurts…” Eddie moaned in my voice. “When will it stop?”

“Soon,” I tried to comfort him, but I knew the worst was still to come.

Holding his large hand softly, I turned my attention towards Eddie’s feet, knowing after seeing the process too many times what was coming next. Looking closely, I assumed they were around Size 8, but every passing moment they pulsed larger and larger. Multiple layers of muscle and flesh coated his soles while his arch stretched longer. His feet grew wider along with the added mass, allowing for more forceful and authoritative steps. It was interesting to watch the socks grow too. Although they grew with the soles, they also aged, becoming more worn out and abused. The growth finally came to a stop, pausing at what I knew was Size 16. I pushed my focus back to Eddie, ignoring the new odor that was emerging from his massive paws.

Holding Eddie’s hand tightly, his much larger body lurched in the air. His face crinkled in agony, giving me another flash of guilt as his transformation hit its final stages. With my DNA almost completely through Eddie’s system, the last step was to destroy the epicenter. Unfortunately, that meant the reproductive system.

“It’ll all be over in less than a minute.” I tried to comfort him, but I knew it was only for myself. Behind his khakis, I could imagine the extensive growth happening as my genetic code ate away at his. The front and back of his pants bloated outwards as three massive bulges appeared. The first two were his hardening buttocks, now built from squats and many sessions at the gym. His hole was shrinking and firming up, never to be used for anything sexual again. The third bulge was his pouch, with two massive balls carrying my alpha sperm. His cock had definitely grown to, now the same length and girth of my 10’ monster.

“Oh…” Eddie moaned in my voice. “I think I’m gonna-”

His body spasmed one last time, letting out a massive load of cum into the front of Eddie’s khakis. Knowing his size before, I assumed his usual spurts were a quarter of what he’d just released, and what he’d be releasing from now on. I waited patiently for Eddie’s post-ejaculation euphoria to pass.

“Hey,” I greeted him. “How are you feeling?”

“Great!” he chuckled. “Guess after 30 years I can still appreciate a good ol’ jack-off session.”

For some reason after the transformations, the victims always keep their old birthdays, meaning in this case Eddie was now older than me. 

“What do you want to do next, handsome?” he asked playfully. He seemed to be playing off his statement as a compliment to himself, but I wasn’t sure. I never could tell if the victims understood we were identical.

“Is there something you want?” I decided to play along. He hopped onto the couch behind us and sat himself comfortably down. I turned around in time to see his two massive feet plop onto the ottoman right in front of my face.

“I don’t kn-”

“Do it.”

The command caught me off guard. I’d always been the alpha, never at someone else’s feet, but for some reason I was tentatively leaning forward. Something was wrong here, but Eddie’s magnetism was making me feel helpless once more.

“That’s right,” he snickered. “I think we just found where you belong.”

I felt a wave of anxiety rushing over me, knowing my lust had just created a monster.