Main themes: Robot, straight-to-gay, huge cock, muscle growth, butt growth, cock shrink, feminization, humiliation, hairless, weight gain, muscle loss, virus, science fiction

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Chapter 1

Lexi Harrison’s sister woke him with a quiet knock on the door. He groaned and rolled over in bed, relishing the darkness the blackout curtains in his windows provided. He preferred to be in darkness, even during the daytime. It made life easier for him. Well, easier but not exactly easy.

“Get up, Lex,” Melissa called out. “I have news.”

“Go the fuck away. I’m sleeping.”

A sigh. “Lexi, it’s past noon. You need to get up.”

“Why? I don’t work until midnight.”

Melissa’s tone hardened. “Just get up. I have something important to ask you.”

Lexi huffed, propping himself up on his elbows in bed. “Come in. But make it quick. I wanna go back to sleep.”

Melissa pushed open the door and squinted for a moment before turning on the light. Lexi hissed in annoyance, covering his eyes. She ignored him. “Tian is back home. He’s asking to see you.”

“Tian?” Lexi repeated, confused. “Your ex-boyfriend? Why the fuck does he want to see me? I barely even know him.” Tian Chen was four years younger than him, the same age as Melissa. They’d been freshmen when Lexi graduated from high school five years ago. Honestly, he’d only met the kid once or twice and barely remembered him. He vaguely remembered that Tian had joined the Marines after he dumped Melissa.

“I don’t know why.” Melissa’s voice was soft. “He just does. Says it’s important. He’s home now. Will be for a long time.” She paused, her voice catching in her throat. “He was…injured, Lex. Badly. Really badly. It’s a miracle he’s still alive.”

Lexi blinked at this news, foggy brain trying to process it.

While he mused, Melissa continued. “If you go over there, Lex, be prepared. He’s…unrecognizable now.”

“Oh, God,” Lexi murmured, rubbing his temples. “That’s awful. I’m sorry, Melissa.” Maybe it was because he was still half asleep but he found himself agreeing, “Ok, I’ll see him. Later. After I’ve had coffee and showered.” He sniffed an armpit, wincing at the reek. He’d been alone for so long in his room that he’d forgotten the last time he’d bathed.

Only after Melissa had closed the door and walked away did he happen to think of the implications of going to visit Tian. Tian was a young man. Would he trigger the virus in Lexi? He thought about it for a long time before concluding that he was safe. Tian was seriously injured and incapacitated. Yeah, Lexi didn’t need to worry. He would go, spend a few minutes, and get out of there before anything embarrassing happened.

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An hour later, freshly cleaned and caffeinated, Lexi stood on the Chen’s doorstep. Somewhat ominously, there was a new wheelchair ramp of reinforced steel leading up the walkway and the front door had been significantly widened. He swallowed as he took it in, noticing that the doorway was not only wide but also really tall. 

Tian’s mother answered the ring, her face lighting up when she saw him. “Oh, Lexi! I’m so glad you’re here! Tian will be glad to see you.”

He executed the little bow of respect to Chinese elders that Melissa had taught him and she smiled, dipping her head slightly. He looked back at her, seeing the worry lines on her forehead and the way her lips seemed to frown even when she was smiling. These subtle signs were enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He tried to push the feeling of foreboding aside and make his face look happy. In truth, though, his happiness was just as much of a facade as Mrs. Chen’s. 

“You’re looking handsome.”

He gave a little start at these words. It had been a very long time since anyone had called him handsome. He used to hear it all the time–Fuck, he’d had women drooling over him wherever he went!–but not since the infection. Even though he knew she was just being polite and he really looked like shit, it made him feel a little better. He temporarily forgot about the weight he’d gained and his sallow complexion and scraggly beard. But then the ghost of the man he’d once been came back and peered over his shoulder, giving him a chill even as he warmed to Mrs. Chen.

“Thank you, Mrs. Chen,” he replied. “Honestly, though, I’m not doing very well. Melissa probably told you that I dropped out of college. I’ve been…depressed.” He had no idea why he was telling her all this. He could’ve just kept his mouth shut. But something about his inner state and the obvious worry engulfing Mrs. Chen made him feel like not bullshitting around. He felt like he owed that to her. “It’s good for me to get out. I think that’s why Melissa asked me to come here today. As much for me as for Tian.”

Mrs. Chen nodded, her soft, brown eyes growing ever so slightly misty. She wiped at them. “Yes, yes. I understand. Here, follow me. I’ll take you down to see him.”

She stepped aside and ushered him into the house. Just inside, an old woman waited in a wheelchair, her wrinkled face lighting up when she saw him.

“Have you met my mother before?” Mrs. Chen asked, placing a hand on the old woman’s shoulder. “Mother, this is Lexi Harrison. He’s come to see Tian.”

Lexi bowed deeply to the woman and her smile broadened. She said something in Mandarin that he didn’t understand and reached out to him. He knelt and squeezed her hand, head still lowered.

“She says you are very polite and handsome.”

Lexi smiled. Twice in one day! That was a record. At least he knew that elderly women still found him attractive.

He thanked her and Mrs. Chen led him onward, guiding him toward the back of the home. The place was seriously decked out with all sorts of lacquered bowls, porcelain urns and ornate  carvings. Red and gold were dominant colors. Lexi had never cared much for Chinese decorations but he knew enough to realize these weren’t cheap. No, the Chens had spent a lot of money on these ornaments and, though not his taste, the decor did reflect a certain elegance.

He followed Mrs. Chen past a trickling fountain to a strange doorway. Lexi stared at it. It was just as high and wide as the front doorway and of distinctly industrial design, rather like an elevator you’d find in a hospital…or mental institution, he thought darkly. “The U.S. government,” Mrs. Chen explained. “They…paid…to have this installed here. You’ll see why in a minute.”

“Ok.” The chill creeping up his spine returned as he watched her punch a code into a panel next to the heavy metal door. It slid open, revealing a nondescript (and very big) elevator.

They stepped inside and Mrs. Chen brushed her palm over a biometric sensor, causing the door to whoosh shut again. The elevator lurched to life, descending for what seemed like forever.

“Where are you taking me?” Lexi quipped nervously. “Into a bunker or something.”

Mrs. Chen looked over at him solemnly. “Yes, a bunker.” Lexi’s mouth fell open. Before he could say anything, though, Mrs. Chen forestalled him with a raised hand. “You’ll see why soon. Try not to act too surprised, Lexi. I’m asking you for Tian’s sake.” She reached out to take his hand and squeezed. “I know it will be hard but try not to be scared.”

The door opened into an enormous underground chamber the size of a football field. Lexi stepped out of the elevator, feeling like his world had just turned upside down. The words, ‘What the fuck?’ kept echoing inside his head. At the far end of the chamber were two sentries, big, hulking brutes from the look of them. They wore full body armor and carried assault rifles. Helmets covered their heads so all he could see was their clenched jaws. One appeared to be white and the other was probably African American.

The sight of them gave Lexi pause. He hadn’t counted on the presence of men besides Tian. And these were young, virile men, too. In the peak of health. He paused, resolve wavering. Could he do this?

Oblivious to his inner turmoil, Mrs. Chen squared her shoulders and marched forward, saying, “Come. They’re holding Tian in there.” She gestured toward the wall of steel behind the two guards. After hesitating, Lexi followed. His heart was pounding in his chest. It’ll be Ok, he soothed, as long as they don’t insist on accompanying me inside to see Tian. 

As they approached the sentries, Lexi saw that the metal wall behind them was made of slabs of riveted steel; it had to be more than three feet thick! In the center of the wall was a tall, wide, rounded hatch. There was a tiny window at eye level about three inches wide. The rest of the door was all steel. Really, really, really heavy, reinforced steel.

By this point, Lexi’s hands were clammy both from fear of what he would find inside the foreboding ‘prison’ and from fear of the virus being triggered in his bloodstream. He’d been lucky for the past year; it had remained dormant. He’d had to work hard, adopting the life of a monk, but he’d been successful. The last thing he wanted was a relapse.

He sighed, broad shoulders falling with resignation.

He’d never imagined anything like this when Melissa asked him to visit Tian. It felt like a fever dream. Fuck, his entire life for the past year had been a fever dream! Why had he told her he’d come? This was a total set up! How the fuck would he get out of this with his dignity still intact? When Melissa said that Tian was injured, he’d expected the guy to be bedridden…not sealed away inside an underground bunker behind an impenetrable steel wall and guarded by two, beefy…strapping…virile…hot…sexy…young…studs. He shook his head angrily, banishing these thoughts. The virus! This fucking virus! If he let it, it would turn him into a total faggot.

“I’ll leave you here,” Mrs. Chen informed him and, bowing slightly, walked back to the elevator. “I’ll have some lunch ready for you when you’re done, Lexi. My mother and I would love it if you would share a meal with us.”

“I would be honored,” Lexi said. Somehow, he’d managed to keep the panic out of his voice. He didn’t know how because he really was panicking. Totally panicking. He clutched his hand in his pocket, wishing he’d brought his anti-anxiety meds. The last thing he wanted was to be left alone down here with these men!

He swallowed, fighting to stifle the panic as he stepped toward the sentries.

They scowled. One of them lifted his right arm and held it out at Lexi. Before he could react an array of red lasers was scanning his face and body. “Stand still!” the soldier barked when he wavered. Lexi obeyed, sweating, as the man surveyed a small screen on his wrist. After a minute, he announced, “Alexander Harrison, you’re clear. You can go in.”

Lexi was just starting to relax when the thing he’d been dreading the most happened. A wave of fever swept through his body and the long dormant virus activated in his bloodstream. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Not now! Oh, God, please not now! It was too late, though. He wilted as he felt the horrible gland buried inside his anus contract and emit a little drop of oil. He clenched his butthole but it was no use. A subtle but noticeable fruity fragrance filled the air.

The sentry who had just scanned him sniffed and wrinkled his nose, looking down at Lexi. Lexi felt his cheeks go rosy beneath his beard. The other guard sniffed. Soon, both men were eying him hungrily.

Lexi wanted to die but what could he do? It was his private curse, this virus that was slowly but surely ruining his life, turning him into a repulsive, girly, cock-hungry faggot.

There was a perilous moment when he worried that the sentries would give in to the potent urge that the pheromone unleashed. Fortunately for him, either the tiny droplet of musky oil trickling through the clenched folds of his butthole was insufficient to trigger the full response or these men were made of sterner stuff than most. The scent slowly dissipated in the filtered air of the cavern and both soldiers shook themselves. One of them surreptitiously massaged his groin while the other rubbed his head as if recovering from a daze.

“There’s a containment cell on the other side of this door,” the African American soldier informed him, his voice only slightly shaky. “You will wait in there for twenty minutes before the door on the other side opens. After that, you have thirty minutes to visit. You must be back in the containment room in fifty minutes or your clearance will be permanently revoked.”

Lexi nodded absently, barely comprehending a word the man said. He was giddy with relief because he could already feel the virus going dormant again. The feverish urges dissipated and his pulse slowed. It was a mixed blessing, though; he could already feel his jeans growing tighter in back as his buttocks grew permanently bigger. And it might have been his imagination but the pouch of his boxers felt lighter. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The soldier swiped his palm across a sensor and the ridiculously heavy door began to slide open. Before Lexi could step through, though, the soldier blocked his way. “Empty your pockets first.” Lexi obliged, eager to get away from the men as quickly as possible. He handed over his car keys, wallet and cell phone. The guy nodded and stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

Lexi stood in the containment room, looking around. It was cube-shaped and constructed of the same reinforced steel. On the far end of the cell was another hatch with a tiny window. He thought about stepping up and peering through the thick glass but refrained when he realized it was pitch black on the other side. He stood there and waited, shifting his weight from foot to foot and trying not to feel too anxious. His body felt different, subtly changed. It was the same thing every time the virus awakened. He hated what he would find when he got home and took off his clothes to survey the damage.

Finally, the door before him started to slide open. It moved very slowly, only an inch at a time. When it was fully open, he found himself gazing into blackness. He clenched his hands briefly before remembering Mrs. Chen’s admonition and then forced himself to relax. He stepped forward, hanging at the boundary between light and dark, uncertain what to do next. Was there a lightswitch?

“You can come in, Lexi,” an exceedingly deep voice rumbled from the back of the darkened room. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Tian?” he called out, taking a tentative step forward. “Is that you?”

“Of course,” came the basso profundo reply. “Who else would be locked away in here?”

Lexi forced himself to laugh. “Um, an alien invader or something? This place has serious Area 51 vibes.” He took another step forward. “Where are you? Why are the lights off? And why do you sound so weird?”

Silence. And then the unmistakable sounds of mechanical whirring and clanking. The floor beneath Lexi’s foot shook as something incredibly big and heavy thunked down. And then he heard what could only be described as pneumatic valves and pistons firing as the thing inside the blackness clanked toward him. He took a step backward. The entire room echoed with the sound of machinery and the walls soon joined the floor in shaking. He almost lost his balance and had to windmill his arms to keep on his feet. After a moment, he perceived a dense shadow looming over him and looked up to see steel shimmering in the dim light.

He swallowed hard. “Tian? Is that you? What are–?”

At that moment, the lights turned on and the room was flooded with harsh, fluorescent light. Lexi’s eyes went wide when he beheld the…creature…towering over him.

Creature or machine?

Actually, it was more of a machine.

He stared, gaping, up at the thing. It looked like an immense robot, all gleaming, plated steel and flickering blue lights. Roughly humanoid in shape, it was well over eight feet tall and wider than a truck. Its legs looked like they wouldn’t be out of place on a robotic elephant. They rose up more than four feet to attach to the sides of the robot’s torso…which itself was a maze of super-reinforced silver wiring and tubes and gears. And plate armor. Lots and lots of plate armor. The thing’s arms thrust out from its sides like a pair of curved pistons, bulging like a serious pair of simulated muscles. Its forearms were smooth steel and its hands were bigger than dinner plates, topped off by cantilevered digits more than a foot long each.

When he lifted his gaze to take in the robot’s head, he was embarrassed to find himself crying out as tears sprang unbidden to his eyes. (This was another effect of the virus; he was turning into a total chick who cried at the slightest thing. It was almost as humiliating as being turned into a…he shook his head, forcing the thought away. Now was not the time.) Staring back at him through a metallic visor were a pair of fiery green, laser-like eyes. Beneath those demonic eyes, however, was all the remained of Tian’s human body: A wedge of face containing his nose, cheeks, lips and chin. Everything else was encased in glistening steel.

Tian Chen, Lexi realized as he wiped tears away from his face, was now a robot.

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Chapter 2

He was so overwhelmed that he didn’t realize that Tian was reaching out a mechanical hand until one of his giant, steel fingers brushed the corner of his cheek, delicately wiping away a tear.

“Don’t cry, Lexi,” he rumbled. “Please don’t cry. I-I-I…can’t take it…if you cry.” His voice, while robotic, held a note of human longing in it that twisted Lexi’s (virally feminized) heart.

Lexi sniffled, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I-I-I’m sorry, Tian,” he wailed, hating his girlishness. “I’m really sorry! I can’t help it! You’re just so–” his voice broke off and he clamped down on his tongue, stifling the next wave of tears. After a while, he got control of himself again and muttered, “I thought…I mean, I thought you were injured. I expected–”

“I was injured,” Tian interrupted. “I almost died. The only thing left of me was my brain and spinal cord. They ‘saved’ me by putting them in…in…in–” His voice choked off for a moment before he was able to say, “this machine. This is me now, Lexi.” He motioned with his enormous hands down at the whirring, metallic body. “This is who I am. Even my face,” he gestured to his nose, mouth and chin, “isn’t real. They molded silicone to look like human flesh but it isn’t. There’s nothing human about me anymore.”

Lexi didn’t think; he threw himself at Tian. He knew it was the virus but he was powerless to resist. Still sobbing, he flung his arms around the machine’s barrel-sized waist and hugged him. Tian froze for a moment and they stood there like that, neither speaking. The only noise was the chirping and beeping of Tian’s multitude of gears, levers and pistons. Finally, Tian lowered his plate-sized hand and placed it on Lexi’s back. He patted him before drawing him in closer. He was surprisingly tender for a tank-sized, killer robot and Lexi found himself melting into the machine’s unforgiving metal plating.

The hug felt so natural that he gave up fighting it. Sure, it was the virus messing with his masculinity but he didn’t really care. Tian needed a hug and so did he, if he was honest with himself. He’d just managed to relax completely when a searing pain shot through his body. He gave a start but Tian held him in place. The pain was gone in a moment and Lexi was left with only a slightly throbbing ache on his belly where he’d been burned. It was over so quickly that he barely registered it.

He gazed up at Tian, marveling. The robot was truly a work of science fiction; Lexi had no idea that such a machine was even possible. Apparently, the United States military possessed technology far beyond the limits of his meager imagination.

When they drew apart, there was awkward silence. What was there to say? Gee, I’m really sorry that you’re a robot now, dude. That must really suck. When do you get outta here anyway? Are ya gonna kick some serious butt on the battlefield now that you’re an unstoppable killing machine? Lexi shook his head. No, none of those things were appropriate even though he wanted badly to say them.

“You look different, Lexi. What happened to you?”

Lexi wiped the back of his hand across his face and frowned. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Tian gazed down at him thoughtfully before saying, “You look good, though, man. Really good.”

Lexi froze. “Stop,” he ordered, worried that he could feel the virus stirring again. “Please, just stop. Don’t talk about me or how I look, Ok? I can’t take it.” He took a shuddering breath, worrying that Tian would take offense.

He didn’t.

“Got it,” the robot said softly. “I can relate.”

Lexi sighed, feeling even worse. Of course, Tian would understand! After all, just look at him! God, he really needed to learn how to be less impulsive. Maybe the virus’s forced feminization had some perks? Maybe it would eventually make him more sensitive? He paused. Maybe it already had? He pushed this thought away.

Tian politely changed the topic. “I was deployed with my unit in Gaza and got caught in a firefight between the Israelis and Hamas. I don’t remember anything about it, though. All I know is one minute I was taking cover in a burned-out building and the next…well, the next I had been turned into this.”

Lexi shook his head, mind reeling. “Oh, my God! That’s awful. They didn’t ask–?”

Tian waved a big, electronic mitt dismissively. “No, they didn’t. They didn’t have to. I’m a Marine, dude. They can do whatever they want with soldiers injured in the line of duty. Even turn us into machines.”

Lexi’s eyes went round as he pondered the implications of this. “Was anyone else in your unit…you know?”

Tian shook his head, or tried to. His head didn’t move, though. Lexi would learn later that he possessed 360 degree vision so he didn’t need to rotate his head. “No. Just me. Guess I’m the lucky one. Everyone else is dead. I was the only one whose brain and stem was salvageable. The other guys were nuked good.”

“How long have you been here? And when can you leave?” Lexi asked. He gestured to the bunker, adding, “Though I can’t imagine they wouldn’t build all this just so you could come for a visit.”

Tian laughed ruefully. It was such a guttural sound that Lexi mistook it at first for a massive piston firing. “No, I’m on medical leave. Well, actually it’s more for mental health reasons.” He laughed again ruefully. “The top brass is disappointed in me. They thought I’d be grateful for turning me into a $100 billion Frankenstein and I’d go right back out on the battlefield and fight my new, ironclad ass off for them. From their perspective, I’m a win-win: A robot warrior who isn’t an AI. 

“The trouble is they didn’t stop and think that maybe I don’t wanna be their obedient slave. Maybe I’m pissed as shit for what they did to me and therefore prone to go rogue.” There was a clinking sound as he turned and looked around his cell. “That’s why I’m here and will stay here forever, probably.”

“Forever? Huh?”

Tian’s green, laser eyes narrowed. “I can’t die, Lexi. I’m effectively immortal. There’s a thermonuclear reactor inside my chest. It has enough fuel to last a hundred thousand years. And, even though my brain still needs glucose to survive, I’m capable of manufacturing it from carbon dioxide and water vapor in the air. If I run out of that, I have a stash built into me that will last a decade.” He took his giant hands and battered them against his barrel chest. The clattering was so loud that Lexi had to cover his ears. “I’m fucking indestructible, dude!” he yelled at the top of his iron lungs. “You could drop me into the deepest ocean or space me at the edge of the solar system and I would still be fine.”

The robot paused, eyes lowering to the ground. “You can’t imagine what hell is like until you are me, bro. I envy everything about you. God, it makes me kind of hate you just seeing you. You’re so perfect. So human.”

Lexi wanted badly to deny this, to tell Tian that he really didn’t want to be him, but wisely chose to keep this to himself. Instead he said, “I know.”

Tian focused his laser eyes on him and Lexi had to shield his eyes. “Interesting. You’re the first person who’s said that. Everyone else has said, ‘I’m sorry, Tian.’” He lowered himself down until his great, gleaming head was inches from Lexi’s. “You’ve changed, Lexi. A lot. Maybe you’ve grown up?”

Lexi shrugged. “Or maybe I’ve been hurt, too.”

Silence. Tian watched him closely for a long time before finally straightening with a lot of hissing and squeaking. After a while, he continued, “When they realized I wasn’t going to play their game, they turned off all the special battle enhancements in my hardware and sent me back home. I’m in solitary confinement, bro, until I come around…if I come around. Only friends and family are allowed to see me…and, needless to say, I don’t want just anybody seeing me like this. That’s why I’m so glad you came.”

Lexi had started crying again as Tian spoke and wiped his tears away, murmuring, “Me, too. Seriously, bro. Thank you for inviting me. I’m here for you.” He laughed ruefully, thinking how lame this sounded. “It’s not the same thing…at all…but you and me are kinda in the same boat. Kinda. I’m home indefinitely for mental health reasons, too. And I’m…not the same as I was. Never will be. Fuck, dude, I’m just as much of a Frankenstein as you are. You juss can’t tell. Yet. Soon, though, everyone will know. Soon, I’ll be a big, ugly freak.” He rubbed his reddened eyes. “I kinda wish I was a robot instead of…this.” He motioned to himself, grimacing with distaste.

This seemed to take Tian aback and he folded his huge arms. “What do you mean, bro?”

Lexi shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t feel like talkin’ ‘bout it right now. Sorry, dude. I’ll tell you later. Let’s just say that…someone…did something really shitty to me, too, and turned me into a monster of sorts. Or made it so that I will eventually turn into a monster. The only way to prevent that is to…well, let’s just say I can’t get close to anyone. Ever.”

“I don’t understand,” Tian rumbled. “But it’s Ok. I believe you. You can tell me later if you want to.”

“Thanks, bro.” Lexi wiped his eyes again and tried to smile. “God, aren’t we a pair?”

Tian caught him up in a hug again, surprising him. For the second time, he found himself pressed up against the robot’s unyielding carapace. He didn’t mind, though. Far from it! This was the first time he’d allowed anyone to hug him in a very long time. He was startled by how much his body craved the contact, even if it was just a hunk of metal.

Unfortunately, even hugging a male robot was enough to trigger the virus.

When he felt his body begin to betray him once again, he flinched and pushed Tian gently away. He could already feel the telltale symptoms deep within, radiating outward from his butthole and making him sweat. He clenched but it wasn’t enough to prevent the little dewdrop of golden nectar from leaking out of his anus. Peachy fragrance filled the air. 

Lexi’s heart fell when he saw Tian’s nose twitch. Apparently, the robot could smell. 

Great. Just fuckin’ great.

Helpless, he watched as Tian’s visage sharpened, growing more alert.

Growing aroused.

Can he get aroused? He doesn’t have a penis!

Alarmed, Lexi staggered backwards, holding his head in his hands and whimpering with fear. He couldn’t take this! He couldn’t take it! It was too much! Oh, fuck! Why had he agreed to come?! Even a fucking robot could trigger the virus! Adding to his misery was the distinct tightening in the back of his jeans as his buttocks swelled even bigger. He let out an agonized cry.

“What’s wrong, Lexi?”

Tian started to move closer but Lexi put up his hand. “Stop. Please don’t. And please don’t hug me again. I-I-I can’t take it. It makes things worse. Makes me worse. I can’t explain it. Just stay away.” His voice broke off and he realized he’d hurt Tian’s feelings. He looked balefully up at the robot, apologizing, “It’s not your fault! Really, it’s not. I’m glad you hugged me. It’s just…this curse.” Even as he spoke, he could feel his body continuing to change. “That’s why I can’t be around guy–I mean, people.”

“Can you come back?” Tian pressed. There was a tinge of panic in his voice. “I really need all the friends I can get right now.”

Lexi thought about telling him no. Maybe it was the virus but the thought of rejecting him made him feel sick. After an intense struggle, he gave in. “Sure,” he muttered dully. “I’ll be back again. I can come tomorrow if you want. We’ll just have to agree not to touch each other. Is that Ok?”

Once again Tian tried and failed to nod. “Yeah, that’s fine.” He paused, then, “Thank you, Lexi. I owe you big time.”

Lexi was about to reply when one of the soldiers barked over the loudspeaker, “Visiting time’s up, Lovebirds. Go back to the containment cell.”

Lexi frowned but Tian ignored the jab. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lexi?” he asked, retreating with a thunderous clamor to the back of the room where, Lexi noticed for the first time, there was nothing. Not even a table or a bed or toilet. Apparently, robots didn’t need to sleep or sit down or take a shit. Somehow seeing this made him feel even worse than ever for Tian and he choked back yet more hot tears.

“Sure, yeah,” he mumbled, rubbing his raw eyes. “I’ll be here. See you soon, Big Guy.”

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The damage was worse than he’d thought. 

When Lexi got home, he measured himself and realized he’d lost another two inches of height; he was now five-foot-ten. (Before the virus, he’d been more than six and half feet tall.) He didn’t need to wrap the tape measure around his ass to know it had grown bigger. He could feel it filling up his jeans, getting ready to burst the seams. (Great. Now I gotta buy new trousers. What else?) He pulled them off with difficulty. When he looked at his backside in the mirror, his ass cheeks spilled over the top of the elastic waistband of his boxers. Big, soft and ripe. Like a hefty, juicy peach.

“That’s new,” he muttered, scowling.

He lifted his t-shirt over his head and whimpered again when he saw his nipples. They had swelled, too. And his areolas were much bigger. Was that a little breast tissue? He bounced up and down on his feet, frowning when his pecs jiggled slightly. Sure, he’d gone a little soft over the past year but working as a nurse’s aide in the old folk’s home kept him relatively fit. These bigger, softer, jigglier tits were new.

“How can this get any worse?”

The clump of beard hair that fell off of his cheeks answered the question for him. He looked at himself in the mirror, realizing that half of his beard had fallen out and the hair that was left was really patchy. Lexi clenched his jaw, realizing he had to shave it off. He was going to have smooth cheeks for the first time in nearly ten years.

“There’s no use waiting. Might as well see the rest.”

He looked down at his crotch. He could tell from the absence of a tent in the pouch of his boxers that his worst fears had come true. Still, nothing prepared him for the anguish of seeing his shrunken cock and balls. He wailed aloud, lowering the measuring tape to his crotch.

“Three inches long and two inches around. Great. Fucking great. I lost another half inch! And my balls—fuck! They’re smaller, too.”

He didn’t want to think of how much shorter his erection would be now that the virus had taken more of his manhood away. Getting a hardon was impossible right then anyway. Who got turned on by losing their precious jewels?

Lexi was about to pull his t-shirt back on over his bigger nipples and small, soft breasts when he saw something that made him pause. Wrinkling his brow, he stared down at his smooth belly. (He’d lost a lot of body hair in addition to his beard.) There was an angry red mark right above his navel. As he examined it, he realized it wasn’t just a mark. It was lettering.

Someone’s name was spelled out in the reddened patch of skin: Benoît Guibert.

Lexi stared at it in confusion for a long time before he remembered the funny burning pain he’d felt when he hugged Tian. Had Tian somehow burned the name onto his skin? But why? Heart pounding, the answer came to him in a flash of understanding: It was a secret message. Of course, everything Tian said and did was being observed so he’d had to come up with another way to communicate with Lexi. A secret way.

He pulled out his phone and Googled the name, Benoît Guibert.

***

Chapter 3

One year ago…

Lexi Harrison grinned when he saw Chandler Martin. Chandler, the quarterback, was his one and only rival on the football team and two men were constantly trying to outdo each other in their quest for ultimate dominance. Now, though, Lexi knew the game was up and he–not Chandler–was the undisputed top dog.

“Yo, Martin!” he called out in his deep baritone. “Heard ya got news. Wanna share?”

It was gratifying the way that Chandler jumped when Lexi barked out his name. The dude even cringed and drew away from him. 

They were alone in the locker room. Lexi had been lying in wait for his nemesis, biding his time for this exact moment when they were all alone together. It had taken forever but Chandler had finally crept into the locker room long after practice had ended, looking around to be sure he was alone before stripping out of his sweaty uniform. 

Stalking over, Lexi leered down at the guy, feeling superior in every way. Was it his imagination or was Chandler shorter? He could’ve sworn that the dude was only an inch shorter than him before but now seemed diminished both in terms of height and size. Even his shoulders were narrower. 

And his beard was gone.

Lexi’s eyes glittered when he saw the dude’s smooth cheeks. The absence of facial hair made Chandler appear years younger and his blue eyes looked even bigger and more innocent than before. What a fucking pussy! Lexi thought and then chuckled to himself. Literally. If the tales were true.

Lexi Harrison was a stud. Everyone knew it. It was obvious from the moment you met him. Towering over lesser men, his shoulders were wider than a standard door frame and his bulky torso was loaded with muscles. Standing more than six and half feet tall, he weighed over two hundred seventy five pounds. His barrel chest was covered in thick, brown fur and his legs were like a couple of fucking tree trunks. Best of all, the monster piece swinging between his legs was nearly as long and thick as most guys’ forearms.

Yeah, Lexi was a god.

He smiled and squared his massive shoulders, savoring the moment as he loomed over the quaking Chandler. This was perfect. Just perfect. The moment he’d been waiting for ever since he first met the asshole three years ago. He couldn’t wait to utterly humiliate the man.

Given Lexi’s lofty expectations, it was therefore somewhat disappointing when Chandler’s submissive demeanor evaporated and he stood up to Lexi, a challenging fire kindling in his blue eyes. “What news are ya talkin’ ‘bout, Harrison?” he demanded, squaring his own shoulders. He might be smaller than Lexi now but he was still a very substantial man.

Lexi didn’t let the dude’s bravado phase him. Still leering, he glanced meaningfully down at the crotch of Chandler’s tights…Chandler’s very empty tights. “Heard you got pussified,” he drawled, lips curving upward. “It true?”

Chandler shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe. Wanna find out? It’ll cost ya, though. A lot. You sure yer man enough?”

Lexi almost didn’t hear him. He was too busy staring at the impossible: The dude’s pert pair of tits. The soft, puffy bags of skin dangled luridly from Chandler’s pecs, small but noticeable. His lip curled and he was about to make fun of them when he smelled something. He sniffed, feeling his significant cock twitch in his jockstrap. Peaches. It smelled like peaches. Dazed by the unexpectedly fruity aroma, he shook his head. It was overpowering. It made it hard to think. And it made him hard. Really hard.

Chandler grinned. “Yeah, you want it, dontcha, stud? Ya want in my pussy? I warn ya, though, you’ll never be the same again. You sure you wanna find out?”

Lexi’s cock sprang to a full-on erection in seconds, bursting out the top of his jock and thrusting more than a foot out in front of him. His droopy foreskin tightened before pulling back and revealing his red, glistening glans. His cock was so long it nearly bridged the distance between them. Chandler’s grin deepened as he reached out and batted Lexi’s cock. Lexi moaned, befuddled by the cascade of conflicting emotions flooding his mind. And turning on his body.

He was straight! Why was he getting so turned on? He didn’t even like Chandler. In fact, he hated him!

But…

Peaches.

All he could think about was peaches.

“That’s some piece ya got there, Harrison,” Chandler teased, taking Lexi’s fat, dripping cock in his calloused hand and jacking slowly. Lexi’s mouth fell open and he moaned. Chandler laughed. “Too bad. I almost feel sad about what I’m gonna do to ya. Haha! But not that bad. Truth is yer a total douche.”

With that, he reached with his other hand and took hold of Lexi’s wrist, drawing his fingers toward his crotch. Lexi moaned again when Chandler guided the hand into the pouch of his tights.

UNNNNGH!!!!

Lexi’s cock spasmed painfully and he shot a load of precum that splattered on Chandler’s taut, hairless belly.

Moist.

No, wet.

Slurpy.

Pussy.

Chandler had a fucking dripping cunt between his legs!

And he was hot for Lexi.

Real hot.

Chandler smirked, arching his back and shuddering as he invited Lexi’s finger to penetrate him. Lexi pushed inside those delicate, soft, dewy folds of goodness.

Chandler had a cunt.

Chandler Martin had a fucking cunt!

Things happened quickly then. He shoved Chandler over a bench and forced his big thighs apart. Chandler laughed gleefully, straining to present Lexi with his smooth, soft, round, voluptuous ass cheeks. They parted and Lexi saw the dude’s tight, pink pucker. A slick, golden liquid trickled out from between the moist folds of his anus. The smell was intoxicating. Peach. Peach. Peach.

More importantly, though, Lexi saw Chandler’s dripping cunt. The dude’s deliciously silky pussy lips drew apart, all but begging him to thrust his big man inside.

He didn’t think.

He acted.

Well, more precisely, he fucked.

With a guttural roar, he got down on his knees and thrust his hulking behemoth deep inside that eager man-cunt. Chandler cried out but not from pain. No. He cried out for more. Cried out with ecstasy. And with something else that Lexi only later identified as malice. Somehow Chandler managed to take the entire length and girth of Lexi inside him in one thrust. Lexi panted, eyes rolling back in his head as his vision exploded. Chandler Martin had the tightest pussy he’d ever fucked!

He forgot he was straight.

Forgot that Chandler was a man.

All he cared about was the tight pussy swallowing his cock.

It felt so good.

It felt so wrong.

It felt so right.

He exploded in orgasm within a minute of entering that gateway to paradise, emptying his copious seed into Chandler until it dribbled out and puddled on the floor beneath them.

Chandler laughed the whole time.

***

“Yer such a fuckin’ idiot.”

Lexi looked up at Chandler, chest still heaving from the aftereffects of the massive orgasm. He gulped in air but somehow couldn’t catch his breath. His whole body felt hot. His whole body felt…wrong.

Pulse pounding and head aching, he groaned, rolling over onto his back. He was lying in a goopy mess of his cum on the tiled floor in front of his locker. His cock was still throbbing but something felt different about it. Something felt off.

“Wh-wh-what…you…do…to…me?” he managed to gasp.

Chandler smirked down at him. “I infected you. Or rather, you infected yourself. What a dumb asshole! Now yer gonna be just like me. I hope you like living the rest of yer life with a pussy ‘cuz it’s all yer gonna have soon enough.”

Lexi’s chest went cold. What the fuck was Chandler talking about? Infected? Pussy? But, no! There wasn’t any disease that could make a guy grow a pussy…was there? As if on cue, his cock spasmed again. He looked down at it and yelped in disbelief when he saw it contract.

This wasn’t the shrinkage from going soft, though.

No, his cock was still as hard as ever.

But it was shrinking nonetheless.

He stared in shock as it retracted an inch and then another, reducing in size from a foot long to ten inches. There was another painful spasm and he lost another inch in length…and an inch in girth.

“What a fucktard!” Chandler crowed. “I can’t wait to see you when the virus is done with you. Yer gonna be nothin’ but a stupid, little girl. A fuckin’ stupid, little GIRL!”

***

Chapter 4

Lexi brooded in his bedroom with the blackout curtains drawn after taking his measurements and confirming his worst fears: He’d become even more sissified as result of his visit with Tian. 

He sat on his bed with his head in his hands, hating himself, hating Chandler Martin and–most of all–hating the virus that was slowly but surely turning him into a pussified freak. Beside himself with despair, he gritted his teeth and yanked on his long, luxurious curls. (As he became girlier, his male pattern baldness had reversed course and his hairline had filled out, leaving him with a very healthy head of hair. Rather than glorying in it, though, all that new, thick hair only reminded him of the steady destruction of his masculinity.)

He’d been doing so well! It had been months since the virus had come out of dormancy. He’d almost believed that his body had found a way to fight it off. But, no, now he knew that he was still very much infected and he had to be hypervigilant if he was going to stop the disease’s further progression. The problem was that he really, really wanted to see Tian again.

But if he saw Tian, he risked a relapse.

Tian.

He knew it was the female hormones the virus released, coursing through his veins and making him act stupid, but he was powerless to stop the effects. There was no getting around the fact that the visit with the robot had left him deeply touched. In Tian, he finally had someone who might understand what he was going through. Tian’s situation was different, sure, but it was similar enough that Lexi knew the robot would relate with his misery. Other than his friend, Dmitri, he hadn’t confided in anyone. (He hadn’t even told his mother and sister about the virus, although he knew they’d figured it out.) The problem with Dmitri was Lexi had never actually met him in person, only knew him through the private messaging app they used to stay in touch. Tian was the first person–if you could still call him that–who Lexi could talk to face to face. And maybe he could be that guy for Tian, too? Maybe Tian would share his pain with him? It seemed like he’d already started to do so.

He made up his mind.

He would see Tian again tomorrow. 

He would just have to take precautions. No touching, no closeness, no intimacy. He could do that. Hell, he’d spent the last year doing exactly that and had mostly succeeded. He was a pro at being a monk.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling better now that he’d decided he would visit Tian again. He was about to lie down and take a nap before his shift at the nursing home when he was struck by a sudden thought. Sitting bolt upright, his blood started to simmer and then boil when he belatedly put two and two together. The pieces of the puzzle fit so perfectly that he knew he was right, knew it couldn’t be coincidental. No, he wasn’t imagining things.

He stood up and marched out of his bedroom, going to confront Melissa.

Even though he wanted to kill his sister for betraying his trust, he hadn’t lost all sense. With the name, Benoît Guibert, still burned onto his belly, he knew he had to be very careful about how and where he talked to his sister. The U.S. military had probably already bugged his phone and their house was likely under surveillance. 

It took a supreme act of will but he schooled his features and forced himself to look cheerful as he knocked on the door of the gaming room. Just like most days, Melissa was ensconced in her chair with her long, brown hair tied back (hair that was much like Lexi’s now, rich and thick and lustrous), headphones on her ears and chatting amiably with her friends on Discord while she idly played a video game. She wore her customary gaming ensemble: A tracksuit and trainers. She looked relaxed, happy, comfortable.

Envy surged inside him as he watched her. What would it be like to enjoy a game, shooting the shit with friends, and being, well, so normal? He gritted his teeth, hating her. Hating everything about her. Why did Melissa get to enjoy her life while he was forced to be a fucking outcast?

She looked up at him curiously as he entered. He approached and gently pulled back the headphones, saying, “We need to talk. Can you come with me?”

He must not have schooled his features as well as he thought because she swallowed, her face going pale. She signed off of Discord and got up, not protesting when he removed her iPhone from her hand and set it aside. He did the same with his Samsung Galaxy. The last thing he wanted was for their phones to eavesdrop on this conversation.

“Let’s go for a walk.” 

He headed for the door, not waiting to see if she was behind him.

Melissa followed him outside. They walked in strained silence as Lexi slowly guided her to the park a few blocks away. Melissa’s head was bowed in contrition. He could tell already that she was guilty and he intended to give her hell.

They settled onto a park bench and gazed out at a little pond where white ducks and Canada geese were floating on the placid water. To an observer, they seemed calm, just a brother and sister out for a stroll. Inwardly, however, they were both awash in a sea of emotions. 

Lexi forced himself to take a deep breath and exhale. He looked around, trying to control his anger before he lost it with her and made a scene. A few old people threw bread crumbs to the goslings, coaxing them onto the grass. The evening sun slanted toward the horizon, casting a golden glow. It was late summer in Michigan and the weather was dreamy. Lexi, however, barely noticed.

He took a pad of paper out of his pocket and, covering it with his left hand, wrote, ‘Tell me why Tian asked to see me.’ He gritted his teeth as he looked at his handwriting. Rather than his habitual scrawl, his lettering was loopy and curly like a girl’s and his script was perfect. The fucking virus was even changing his handwriting!

He thrust the notepad at her. She covered the page with her hand and read it. She hesitated a while before finally writing her response, ‘Tian is bi. He only dated me because I was your sister. He really wanted you all along. That’s why I dumped him. He asked me to tell you he wanted to see you.’

She handed the notepad back to him. As Lexi stared at it, two competing emotions welled up inside. First, his heart started pounding when he realized that Tian was attracted to him. His anus twitched and he flushed, panicking that the virus was going to activate again. He violently suppressed his feelings, refusing to go there. He didn’t give a fuck if Tian was attracted to him because he wasn’t gay!

Faggoty urges successfully suppressed (for now), he allowed himself to feel the second emotion: Outrage. His simmering rage quickly reached a boiling point. He had to take a few more deep breaths to get himself together. Finally, he wrote, ‘You told him about the virus, didn’t you?’ It was the first time he’d ever admitted to her that he was infected and it left him feeling brittle inside. His hands were clammy when he handed the notepad back to her.

Melissa shook her head as she read his question, writing, ‘No, I didn’t. When he asked about you, I just thought you might have something in common now. Plus, you can’t infect him. He’s a robot, in case you didn’t notice.’ She smiled slyly over at him as she wrote this.

Lexi clenched his jaw both at her euphemistic phrasing and sarcasm, writing emphatically, “I AM NOT A FAGGOT AND I AM NOT ATTRACTED TO TIAN!!!”

Melissa gave him a disapproving look, writing, ‘You know that’s not cool. Dmitri and I think it’s time you got over your self-enforced isolation and started dating again. Tian likes you and is available. Why not–’

He tore the pad out of her hands before she could finish, writing furiously, ‘YOU KNOW DMITRI??? HOW??? AND I’M NOT A FAGGOT!!!”

Melissa sighed, writing, ‘Dmitri tracked me down a few months ago. I don’t know how but I’m grateful. He told me about the virus and your infection. It helped a lot. I was going crazy with worry about you. Mom and I thought you were dying of testicular or prostate cancer or something and taking female hormones for treatment. It was a huge relief to learn the truth. And, whether you like it or not, you are gay now. That’s just the way the virus works, Lex. It’s time you got over yourself and started living again. Who cares if you like men and have a vagina?’

Lexi started to yell back at her before he caught himself. Gritting his teeth and roiling with anger, he wrote, ‘I DO NOT HAVE A PUSSY AND I DON’T LIKE MEN!’ Then he added, ‘I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL DMITRI!”

Laughing, Melissa replied, ‘Good luck with that; he’s stealth. No one knows where he lives or even what he looks like. Besides, we need him if you’re going to help Tian track down that guy.’

This had the effect of startling him out of his anger. Lexi looked at her askance, writing, ‘Did Tian tell you about Benoît Guibert? He wouldn’t have said the name aloud. They’re recording everything he says and does.’

Melissa smiled. ‘He and I developed a secret code when we were dating so we could talk about dirty stuff when his parents were around. To anyone who overhears us, it sounds like we’re talking about the most banal stuff imaginable but we changed the meaning of every word so we’re actually talking about something completely different. He said he wanted to get free and I told him you had a friend in Ukrainian intelligence who might be able to help. Tian got really excited. He said that there was a man he needed to find but he didn’t know where he was and couldn’t look because he’s locked up and surveilled. I asked him who this guy is. He couldn’t give me the guy’s name, though, because he would’ve had to say it aloud. (Our code doesn’t work for proper names.) He just told me that, if you came to visit him, he would find a way to get the guy’s name to you. It sounds like he did.’

Lexi mulled this over, anger dissipating slightly as he found new respect for his sister and Tian. He had to admit they were pretty clever! Finally, he wrote, ‘Yeah, I was planning on asking Dmitri to look into him later tonight. Now that I know you’re friends, though, maybe you should ask?’

‘No, you go for it,’ Melissa replied. ‘I’m not getting any deeper into this. In fact, I don’t think I’ll visit Tian again. It’s too creepy and heartbreaking. Plus, he doesn’t really want to see me anyway. You, on the other hand…’ She winked as she handed the pad back to him and his cheeks colored.

Their conversation was at an end. Lexi was still pissed at her but less so now that he knew the truth. In a way, it was a relief finding out Dmitri had told her about the virus. It hurt his pride and was extremely humiliating but he also felt warmed by Melissa’s obvious concern. She was a good sister. Yeah, Melissa was alright even if she did think he was a faggot.

Taking the notepad from her, he pulled a pack of matches out of his pocket and, striking one, held the pages with their notes over the flame. They burned quickly, the ash drifting down at their feet. Neither of them spoke about what they’d just done. They would have to be very careful from now on; Tian’s future happiness depended on them…and finding out more about Benoît Guibert.

***

In the year since infection, Lexi had followed Dmitiri’s advice and dropped out of university and cloistered himself in his room. He’d removed all pornography from his phone, smashed his laptop, and done his best to remove anything sexually stimulating from his life. He’d started taking antidepressants more to kill his libido than to help his mood. He began meditating, gave up television, and deleted his social media accounts. Most of all, he avoided men. 

All of this was in the attempt to stop himself from getting aroused. It worked. Well, mostly. There were still times when he’d wake up with a raging hardon in the middle of an erotic dream and the bedroom would smell strongly of peaches. But his dick had only shrunk an inch in the past year and he’d only lost a couple inches of height. Oh, and his butt was bigger and jigglier, but not by much.

It needled him that, after all his efforts and seclusion, the virus had undone him in the course of an afternoon. One fucking day and he was now less than six feet tall and had a big, bubbly ass, pert breasts and a tinier cock. It fucking sucked.

The virus was killing his manhood bit by bit.

He sighed, wondering if Melissa and Dmitri were right. Maybe he should just give in and let the virus have its way with him?

No.

NO!

He wasn’t a faggot and he wasn’t going to lose his penis!

He would fight, dammit!

And NEVER give up!

He sighed again, thinking back to Dmitri. He’d started his job at the local nursing home on Dmitri’s recommendation. “After all,” his new friend had texted via a secure messaging app, “what’s less sexually arousing than changing adult diapers?”

He was right, of course. Dmitri was right about everything. It was eerie how much the man knew. He seemed to have access to an unfathomable amount of confidential and sensitive information. And he was wise about people. He seemed to know exactly how Lexi was feeling even though he’d never come in contact with the virus and claimed that Lexi was the only person he knew who was infected. Yeah, Dmitri was a good guy even if he did spill the news to Melissa about Lexi’s infection.

When Lexi acted on Dmitri’s advice and applied for the job at the nursing home, the head nurse had been skeptical. “We don’t get many young guys applying here. You sure you wanna clean up shit and piss every night, hon? Some of them old folks is just plain mean, you know.”

But he’d done well.

Everyone thought he was an angel for taking care of elderly people in their last months of life. He was invariably kind and gentle and understanding even when abuse (and other objects) were hurled at him. He changed bedpans, diapers and bed linens without complaint. He’d wiped more butts than he could count and, in doing so, had learned he actually enjoyed it. Well, not cleaning butts but taking care of people. It surprised him almost as much as everyone else.

He didn’t do it out of kindness, although he was kind. He did it because Dmitri was right: He never got sexually aroused at work. Even better, his coworkers were all women. There wasn’t a man in sight. Even the majority of his patients were women. It was the perfect job for someone infected with this awful, fucking virus.

***

Lexi bought a burner phone and texted Dmitri later that night when he was on break at the nursing home. It was early morning in Ukraine and he knew his friend would be awake already; Dmitri never seemed to sleep.

>>Gimme a few days<< came the man’s immediate reply. >>I’ll find out everything and send it to you over the bittorrent<< There was a pause and then, >>How are you doing, stud? Still hung like a horse?<<

Lexi laughed to himself, replying, >>More like a mouse. I still have a dick, though. Barely. Lost another couple inches today. And my ass is now officially huge.<< 

He shifted in his chair as he typed this, feeling his swollen globes sloshing around beneath him. His hospital scrubs, normally plenty roomy, were decidedly tight in back now. He couldn’t afford to get any fatter back there or they’d fucking rip apart. He wondered if they made scrubs with plus-sized rear ends? He’d need to ask one of the women about it later. There were a few on staff with very sizable butts.

>>That sucks. How?<<

>>It’s a long story. Has to do with Benoît Guibert, tho. And a Marine named Tian Chen. Can you look him up while you’re at it? I think he and Benoît are connected somehow.<<

True to form, Dmitri read far more into Lexi’s text than he’d intended to reveal. >>Is Tian a special someone? A bf? You deserve to be happy, Lex. Even if it means losing your manhood. You’ll never be straight again, you know. There are worse things than having a pussy and breasts. I, for one, love them.<<

Lexi gritted his teeth, typing >>I AM NOT A FAGGOT AND I AM NOT ATTRACTED TO TIAN!<<. Sometimes he really hated Dmitri. The man could be direct to the point of rudeness. Before he clicked send, he added, >>And thanks for blabbing to Melissa about me. You’re a total shithead, you know? That wasn’t cool.<<

There was a pause, then >>Homophobia check, bro. Don’t EVER use that word to describe gay men again. Hear me?<< A short delay and then, >>I’m sorry about Melissa but you know it’s cruel not to tell your sister and mother about this, right? You need to come clean, man. They are so worried about you! You need to learn how to rely on your family and friends. You’re not alone in this, never have been. We’re here for you, bro.<<

Lexi clenched his jaw as he read this, feeling hot tears filling his eyes. When they dripped down onto the phone in his hand, he cursed aloud. He fucking hated turning into a girl!

***

Chapter 5

“You got a haircut.”

Lexi glanced down at the floor in Tian’s cell, blushing furiously. “Yeah.”

“And you shaved.”

More blushing. “Yeah.”

Tian approached, shaking the ground beneath Lexi’s feet. Lexi’s heart was pounding in his chest and he was awash in a sea of girlish emotions. The virus was stirring again in his bloodstream. The screening process with the guards had triggered it but being in Tian’s presence was making it worse. 

This was crazy! Tian was a robot! He wasn’t even a man anymore. Why was he having this effect on him? He gritted his teeth and kept his eyes downcast. His freshly shaved cheeks were glowing pink. This was a drawback to not having a beard anymore; everyone could tell when he was embarrassed.

Tian either didn’t notice his red cheeks or chose not to comment on them, asking instead, “Did the guards hassle you? You look disheveled.”

“No!” Lexi answered a little too forcefully. Struggling to get himself under control, he added in what he hoped sounded like a neutral tone, “They just, uh, patted me down before letting me in.”

Tian closed the distance between them in two, giant steps and loomed over him. The robot clenched his jaw and was breathing hard. (Wait? Lexi thought in a far off corner of his mind. Does he need to breathe?) Tian balled his enormous, mechanical hands into fists. Lexi looked up at him meekly. Tian warred with himself, clearly wanting to shout in outrage but also knowing that they were being surveilled and he couldn’t afford to express his true feelings. 

Lexi’s little pecker twitched when he realized the emotion the robot was struggling to contain was jealousy. (He’s jealous! he thought in wonder. He’s jealous of those guards!) 

He knew what the robot suspected, that if Lexi had been searched, the military was suspicious they were up to something. Lexi, however, knew it had nothing to do with that at all. No, the truth was far more prurient and shameful and it caused him to clench his tight, little anus even as he felt the virus stirring in his blood again.

***

A half hour earlier…

“Looks like Lover Boy went to the salon and got his hair done,” the guard sneered as Lexi approached the reinforced steel door leading into Tian’s prison cell. The big soldier had the name ‘Wilson’ printed on his ID. Lexi’s shoulders fell as the other guard, the white guy named Dwyer, snickered.

Wilson and Dwyer strode up to him, Dwyer moving behind him and Wilson in front. They towered over him, standing close to his old height of six foot six inches. Their broad, muscular chests filled out their body armor impressively, he noticed, his butthole throbbing. Their hips were narrow and their butts beefy. His cheeks colored when he spotted the significant bulge lurking in Wilson’s pants. Like the day before, the two soldiers wore helmets with visors so he couldn’t see their eyes but he knew they were studying him closely.

To his embarrassment and shame, his blood rushed and the virus stirred. Faggoty feelings rose inside him, overwhelming him with all sorts of disgusting gay urges. He trembled, unable to stop them.

A faint aroma of peach filled the air.

Wilson’s nose twitched and he inhaled appreciatively.

Was it Lexi’s imagination or did the bulge in his pants get even bigger?

“I dunno, Dwyer,” Wilson murmured, staring down at Lexi’s chest where his tits were quickly growing erect and pushing out from the loose fabric of his t-shirt. “I think he’s hiding something. I think we need to search him.” 

Behind, Dwyer grunted his assent and Lexi jumped when the man reached down and massaged his ass cheeks. His big hands kneaded and kneaded, rolling Lexi’s big, fat cheeks around. “You’re definitely smuggling sumthin’,” he grunted in Lexi’s ear. He inhaled, savoring the peachy aroma. “Sumthin’ sweet. I’m kinda envious of our robot in there.”

Lexi moaned, heart pounding and anal gland leaking drop after drop of golden peach honey. He could feel his little dick stiffening in his shorts. He flushed when he felt it both harden and contract, losing more length and girth, as the virus began to rampage. 

His head was swimming and he was on fire both with lust and humiliation. He knew he should fight them, do something to preserve the shreds of his dignity and heterosexuality, but–Oh, fuck!–it just felt SO good to be touched by a man! His whole body ached to have a man’s strong hands all over him. He shuddered when Wilson reached up and cupped his breasts, squeezing them appreciatively.

“Definitely hiding the goods,” Wilson drawled, tweaking Lexi’s big nipples and making him whimper with desire.

“No! Please!” Lexi pleaded weakly, feeling his ass inflate and dick shrink even more. He felt the painful, disorienting internal lurch that always accompanied a loss of height. He looked around wildly, realizing that his perspective had changed and everything in the room felt somehow higher than it had just moments before. Higher because he was now shorter. How many inches had he shrunk? One? Two? Maybe even three?

“What? What’s wrong?” Wilson purred, huge hands now openly exploring Lexi’s voluptuous chest and rounded belly. His head was lowered and his lips were inches away from Lexi’s mouth. Lexi could feel his hot breath on his face.

Behind him, Dwyer was pressing his enormous, erect manhood into the eager cleft of Lexi’s ass. He was now completely sandwiched between the hulking, amorous Marines. “You want us to stop?” Dwyer chuckled. “Seems like you like it. Me an’ Wilson here are better lovers than a big, ugly robot anyway. Maybe you’ll come see us when we’re off shift? We’ll show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”

With that, they stepped away and let Lexi move forward into the now open containment cell. He staggered, nearly falling, and Dwyer caught him by the arm, propping him back up. Laughing, the big Marine swatted him on the corpulent buttocks and pushed him forward.

“See you later, Sweetheart,” he called out behind Lexi. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

***

Back in the present with Tian…

Lexi hung his head, cheeks rosy with shame. He couldn’t look Tian in the eye. Before him, Tian unclenched his giant fists and settled back on his huge heel. He studied Lexi thoughtfully, sniffing the air. Lexi’s body still pulsed with the aftereffects of the virus and his sweet, fruity perfume filled the room.

“Talk to me, Lexi,” Tian rumbled finally. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Lexi sniffled, angrily wiping away the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. He hesitated, not wanting to talk about the virus with his friend. But what choice did he have? Tian needed to know what was happening to him. And there was another reason to talk about it, too: He knew that Wilson and Dwyer were listening in. If he told Tian about the virus, he was also telling the Marines. Once they learned the truth about him, they would leave him alone. After all, what straight man wanted to turn into a faggoty little girl?

“I-I-I’m infected,” he stammered finally. “With a virus that’s making me shrink and…become gay. Every time I’m around a man, it gets triggered and I shrink more. Everywhere.” He looked up and met Tian’s fiery green eyes to be sure the robot understood what he meant by that. He smiled bitterly, adding, “Except my ass, which is getting bigger. And that smell,” he gestured vaguely to the air around them, “it’s from me. From my butt, actually. I produce it whenever I’m…turned on…by a man. It makes guys go crazy.” He swallowed, adding, “And they want to, uh, mate with me. Only, if they do, they’ll be infected, too, and become just like me.”

Silence.

Tian’s laserlike eyes widened. “Oh, God. Lexi, I–”

“Don’t!” Lexi held up his hand. “Don’t say you’re sorry! I can’t take it. It’s just like you said when people find out you’re a robot.” He looked away, instantly regretting this comparison. “Well, not exactly but you get it. I don’t want you to tell me how sorry you are or how awful it is.”

“I wasn’t going to say those things,” Tian said, kneeling down with much clanking until his head was level with Lexi’s. “I was going to say I’m glad.”

Lexi’s head snapped up. “WHAT?!” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Why would Tian be glad he was infected with the heinous virus?

Tian looked contrite and he reached out to take Lexi by the shoulders. Even though his hands were humongous and he was built to be a killer machine, his touch–as always–was so gentle that Lexi didn’t even think of pushing him away. “Melissa told you that I’m hot for you, right?” It was surprising to see his silicone cheeks actually color with embarrassment. “I’ve…wanted you…from the first time I met you. I know it’s awful and selfish to say this but I’m glad you’re becoming gay because it gives me a chance. A chance to be with you.” He lifted his hands from Lexi’s shoulders to cup his face in his cool, metallic fingers. “I know this is real sudden and you’re probably not ready but I want you, Lexi. Will you, you know, be with me? Be my boyfriend?” He added quickly, “I know I’m a robot and don’t have all the…equipment…down there anymore and I’m in prison and may never get out. But I promise I’ll be yours. And I’ll make up for it–”

His deep baritone voice broke off and he was silent for a moment before concluding, “I promise I will make you happy.” He paused, looking off to the side, “And you don’t have to worry about me catching your virus. I’m a robot now, remember?”

Lexi was stunned by this declaration of love…or the promise of it, at least. Tian was right; it was awfully sudden and he wasn’t really even gay yet. He hoped he never would be! Even though gay urges were pulsing through him, he managed to cling to the hope that he could fight them off and remain an intact, heterosexual man. Judging from the conspicuous emptiness in the crotch of his shorts and the tumescence of his massive buttocks, though, he had a feeling this hope was even more miniscule than his little pecker.

He swallowed and looked up at Tian, his angry words to Melissa and Dmitri–I AM NOT A FAGGOT!!!–haunting him. Finally, he managed to stutter, “I-I-I’m n-n-n-not saying y-y-y-yes and I’m not saying no, either. I’m saying maybe. I-I-I-Is that good enough?”

Apparently it was.

Tian pumped his giant fist, filling the room with the hiss of pistons. He lifted his head and howled like a robotic wolf before turning back to Lexi and smiling with victory. “Yes! FUCK, YES! Maybe is good enough. And I vow to turn that maybe into a resounding yes. I won’t let you down, Lexi.” He banged his fists against his armored chest and Lexi covered his ears against the clatter. “I’ll be your man. Your big man. Your one and only.”

***

When he exited the containment cell back into the main cavern a half hour later, Lexi smirked to himself; both Dwyer and Wilson were decidedly pale and shaken. Neither man would look at him and seemed intent to stay as far away as possible. Lexi squared his modest shoulders. Guess I don’t have to worry about them harassing me again, he thought with smug satisfaction. At least there are some benefits to this awful virus.

***

Chapter 6

The next day when Lexi returned to visit Tian, Wilson and Dwyer had been replaced by two women. Thankfully, they treated him much better than the guys and didn’t attempt to pat him down. He was inwardly relieved, even though his tiny pecker tingled at the prospect of being manhandled again.

He’d lost another two inches in height and was now only five foot eight inches tall. His ass was both bigger and perkier, jutting out behind him in an almost obscene manner. He was unable to find pants that fit him and had to resort to wearing tights. He flushed when he felt his magnificent bubbles swinging around behind him with each step. Could this get any worse?

His package was now more of a packet. His nuts were the size of grapes and he’d lost his shaft entirely, not to mention his formerly long foreskin. Now his exposed glans perched over his hairless balls like a little nose. His tuft of brown pubic hair, the only hair left on his body apart from the hair on his head, made his junk look more like an old man’s ugly mug than a young man’s proud endowment. And to think he used to sport a footlong dong!

And, of course, there were his tits. They’d swollen, too. And his nipples were even bigger. It looked like he had a bad case of gyno. He didn’t quite need to wear a bra yet but he was getting close. Instead, he wore a baggy hooded sweatshirt, hoping it concealed his chest. He winced when he felt his tits bouncing in time with his ass cheeks as he made his way across the cavern to the waiting guards.

They scanned him with their ID lasers, asked him to empty his pockets, and then ushered him into the containment cell before closing the door behind him. He stood in the cell, waiting expectantly for the twenty minutes it took for the first door to close and the other door to open into Tian’s room.

It seemed to take forever.

Tian’s arms were around him before he stepped through the door. (I guess he took my ‘maybe’ as a ‘yes’! Lexi thought in a daze. Were all men like this?) The big robot picked him up and cradled him in his lap, caressing his hair and generally fawning over him. Lexi wanted to protest, tell the big machine that he was a man, not a doll, and didn’t even think he was gay yet. But he didn’t have the heart. And the truth was, he liked the attention. More than that, though, he liked Tian.

Yeah, he was falling for him.

His heart began to pound as soon as he saw him and his whole body vibrated with eager anticipation, longing for the robot’s tender touch. He moaned when Tian sniffed his hair.

“You’re so sexy, Lexi. Can I touch you?” Tian hesitated. “I mean, down there?”

Lexi smiled, still unable to believe he was letting this happen. And the words that came out of his mouth were almost as unbelievable, “Only if I can do the same.”

“Yer gonna be disappointed,” Tian said, laughing ruefully, “but, sure, go ahead!” He lifted Lexi onto the floor and stood up, holding his big arms out wide and spreading his legs. The hulking armor covering his crotch was at Lexi’s eye level. The steel was molded into the shape of a giant cup sort of like the rubber protectors that athletes whore inside their jockstraps. “I don’t have a penis, bro. They didn’t think I’d need one anymore.”

Lexi stared at the massive cup-shaped piece of armor before lifting a shaking hand up to touch it. He shook his head at himself, unable to believe what he was doing. This was crazy! This was perverse! Touching a robot’s mound! Unexpectedly, Tian threw back his head and moaned as soon as Lexi’s fingers landed on the smooth, hard steel.

“Fuck, fuck!” he breathed. “I know it’s not real but I swear I can feel you.” He panted heavily, moaning even louder when Lexi began to rub. The plating grew warmer to the touch the more he rubbed. Finally, Tian couldn’t stand it any longer and pleaded for him to stop. “It’s too much, dude! God, it’s too much! I can’t cum so the sensation just keeps getting more and more intense.”

Lexi’s cocklet was straining inside his tights and he could feel (and smell) the peach nectar dripping out of his hole. He felt so naughty for touching Tian’s crotch! And what a big, hard, smooth crotch he had, too! Somehow, it felt even dirtier than if he’d actually grabbed another guy’s cock.

“That…that…that was fucking intense!” Tian stammered once he’d recovered. “I get sensations like that sometimes. I don’t know why. I think it’s just my brain hallucinating or something. Sort of like the phantom pain that amputees feel, only I guess this is a phantom hardon. It’s like my brain remembers what it felt like when I had a cock and makes up the sensation.” He lowered his head and kissed Lexi’s brow. “Thank you, bro! That was fun!”

Lexi smiled, holding his arms out from his sides and offering his body to Tian. “My turn but you’re gonna be even more disappointed when you see all I’ve got now.”

Tian didn’t hesitate. He reached down and took Lexi in his big, capable hands, massaging and caressing him through his clothes. He started with his shoulders and moved slowly down, both exploring Lexi’s body and stimulating him at the same time. Lexi sighed, leaning into the robot’s touch. Even though he was fully clothed, there was something incredibly erotic about being touched in this way. Maybe it was because Tian was a giant machine designed to kill that made the tenderness of his touch so unexpected and thrilling? Or maybe it was because Lexi was hungry for any intimate touch after a year of seclusion?

When had worked his way down to Lexi’s buttocks and slid his hands inside the waistband of his tights, Lexi thought he would go insane with desire. Each of the robot’s fingers was more than a foot long and fatter than a pipe. They should be ungainly. They should hurt! But somehow Tian managed to make them move with such subtlety that it felt like he was being caressed by ten tongues rather than ten massive digits. 

He whimpered in ecstasy, tears filling his eyes.

Tian didn’t allow himself to touch Lexi’s butthole but came close, driving Lexi mad with desire. When Lexi couldn’t take any more and his little nub was about to shoot, Tian removed his right hand from his buttocks and cupped Lexi’s achingly erect pee-pee. It was only an inch or so long but hard as a rock and leaking precum like a little hose.

“So hot!” Tian praised, rubbing Lexi’s nublet. “So sexy! What a fuckin’ stud!” He lowered his head and kissed Lexi’s neck, making him shiver. He lifted his hand, raising Lexi’s shirt up to expose his round belly and big tits. “Are you on ‘roids, dude?” he asked, green eyes staring at him with interest. “Maybe it’s not the virus that’s makin’ yer equipment shrink?” He shook his head–or tried to. “Nah, yer a foot shorter than before. It’s gotta be the virus. Still, bro, yer hot as fuck. I didn’t think ya could get any hotter but ya did!”

Lexi looked down at himself and was surprised to see that he did look like he was sporting a ‘roid gut. His stomach was hairless and smooth like a bodybuilder’s and his abdominal muscles were pushed out against his soft skin by the visceral fat layered around his midsection. And his big, thick tits made it appear as if he had a massive case of gyno. Reaching back to cup his buttocks, he felt for the first time how muscular they were. Yeah, there was fat back there but there was also muscle. A lot of it. His butt had never been heftier or perkier. It stood out behind him like a proud caboose.

He sighed, seeing his body with new eyes–Tian’s eyes. For the first time since he’d been infected, he saw his changes in a positive light. Yeah, he wasn’t feminine or girly. He looked more like a stout, sturdy bodybuilder than a woman. Even his tiny pecker and little pair of nuts were consistent with that assessment. Everyone knew that bodybuilders were compensating for something, usually a smaller than average penis.

He puffed out his big chest, a tentative smile curving his lips. He wasn’t a girl. He was a man!

“You’re so pretty when you smile,” Tian murmured before catching himself. “I’m sorry! Does it bother you when I call you pretty?”

Lexi’s half smile turned into a wide grin. “Fuck, no, bro!” he exclaimed, feeling like a whole new man. “It makes me proud. And happy. And turned on!” He flung his arms around Tian’s metallic bull neck. “Thank you! You’ve made me happier than I’ve been in a long time!”

Tian responded by caressing Lexi’s little nub, massaging him and even taking his tiny cockhead between his big, cool fingers and jerking him off. The sound of his cantilevered digits moving with such precision was like erotic music to Lexi’s ears. Between the mechanical frottage and the whirring sound, it didn’t take long for Tian to work him into a near frenzy. He threw back his head and moaned loudly.

Tian stopped before Lexi shot his load, leaving him gasping for air. Lexi lay back in Tian’s lap, panting and sweating. The virus was alive in his bloodstream and his butthole was drenched in golden nectar but strangely he could tell he hadn’t shrunk and his buttocks hadn’t expanded. Could this mean that the virus had run its course and was done with him? He shook his head at this hope a moment later, though. No, the virus wasn’t through with him yet; he still had a penis–a small one but a penis nonetheless. The virus wouldn’t be done until he had a gaping pussy between his legs. He didn’t know why it had stopped changing his body or when the changes would resume but he’d enjoy this reprieve while it lasted.

***

The next few days were a pleasant blur for Lexi. He went to work, came home and slept for a few hours before making a beeline for the Chen household. Visiting Tian had become the highlight of his day and he couldn’t wait to see the big machine. Tian felt the same way, grinning proudly from ear to ear when Lexi visited. He’d promptly remove all of Lexi’s clothes and then worship his voluptuous body with his mechanical hands and mouth, driving him to the brink of orgasm but never letting him actually cum. It was both frustrating and electrifying.

He knew why Tian wouldn’t take it all the way, why he never touched his butthole or gave him a blowjob. There was a tacit understanding between them: If Tian couldn’t cum, then Lexi wouldn’t, either. Plus, Lexi had warned Tian that having an orgasm could trigger the virus in unpredictable ways and might cause his body to spontaneously pussify in the aftermath. It was better to avoid that possibility, even if it was also very unsatisfying.

Such was life with the virus in your bloodstream and a neutered robot for a boyfriend.

Lexi didn’t worry about his heterosexuality any longer. He shoved all worries about becoming a faggot out of his mind and simply allowed himself to enjoy the closeness and intimacy with Tian. This was a conscious decision on his part: If he allowed himself to think about it, losing his precious manhood and heterosexuality still hurt him deeply. And that’s why he didn’t. Think, that is. He did everything else, though!

He’d almost forgotten about Benoît Guibert completely until one night when Dmitri texted him on his burner phone. >>Just sent you the unlock codes via the torrent, bro<< When Lexi questioned him about the meaning of this cryptic message, Dmitri responded, >>You remember that total douche, Jack Texiera? He leaked a bunch of top secret intel a few years ago on Discord and it went viral. Turns out, there was an encrypted file in this trove of data and I managed to get into it…sort of. Most of the data was corrupted but I did retrieve a couple unlock codes that were associated with a scientist named Benoît Guibert. It’s all I got but I’m hopeful that if you give the codes to your friend, he’ll know what to do with them.<<

Lexi’s excitement grew as he read Dmitri’s message. It was all he could do not to leave work right then and drive over to the Chen’s. He wanted to help free Tian so badly! Fortunately, reason won out of over emotion and he managed to get control of himself after taking a few deep breaths. The codes might be useless, after all. Or they might unlock nothing important. Plus, he couldn’t rush over there right now because it would be suspicious and he didn’t want to tip off the U.S. Government. No, he had to stay calm. Being impulsive wouldn’t help Tian at all.

He texted back his sincere thanks to Dmitri, telling him he owed him big time. A few seconds later, his friend replied, >>If you want to thank me, go get your pussy pounded by that robot!<< Lexi wrinkled his lip but then found himself smiling impishly. He clenched his butthole as another golden drop of nectar was expelled from his anal gland. Maybe Tian would finally let him cum as a reward? He was dying to let the big machine have his way with him. It didn’t even matter to him that Tian was dickless. He was still big and sexy as fuck! Such was his excitement that he didn’t even stop to wonder at this thought. Just a few days ago, he would’ve been horrified. But now…

***

He retrieved the codes from the BitTorrent after work, writing them in permanent marker under the overhang of his ‘roid gut. He never thought he’d be grateful for his protruding belly! Lately, the soldiers guarding Tian had only patted him down and made him empty his pockets. This meant the codes would be safely hidden even if they made him submit to a strip search. He smiled at his cleverness. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Tian!

It turned out that it was lucky he’d hidden the codes because the male soldiers, Wilson and Dwyer, were back on duty when he presented himself for inspection in the bunker. Lexi gave a little start when he saw them, feeling his anus clench with unwanted excitement. He thought they’d asked to be reassigned after finding out he was infected!

“Well, if it isn’t Loverboy!” Dwyer drawled as Lexi approached. He nudged Wilson slyly, muttering, “Little faggot’s even fatter and shorter than the last time we saw him.” Wilson snickered and Dwyer’s eyes narrowed, focusing on Lexi’s chest. “And his tits are fuckin’ huge! Guess we should call him ‘Lovergirl’ now! Haha!” Both men doubled over with laughter at this, making Lexi flush with embarrassment.

Lexi hated how their abuse turned him on. It was humiliating feeling his anal gland leak ‘peach honey’ even as he was wilting with self-loathing. The room filled with his fruity smell, causing Dwyer and Wilson’s mouths to salivate. Wilson reached down and massaged his rapidly tenting crotch.

Dwyer held something in Lexi’s face. It took him a moment to realize what it was: A condom. An extra-large condom. “We, uh, did some research after ya left,” the towering Marine explained, waving the condom back and forth tauntingly. “An’ we learned ya can’t infect us if we wear a rubber.” When Lexi stared blankly up at him, he rolled his eyes. “What I’m sayin’ is our offer still stands, Lovergirl: If yer tired of yer dickless robot and want a couple real men, come see us when we’re off duty.”

Conflicting emotions vying within him–he both hated Dwyer for insulting his manhood and wanted a big cock inside him in the worst way–he found he could only hang his head meekly and nod. His cheeks colored as Dwyer and Wilson barked with laughter.

***

Lexi’s clothing was rumpled and his hair was a mess by the time he made it to Tian. Dwyer and Wilson had given him a thorough search before letting him through. They’d forced him to remove all of his clothing and had patted him down, taking the opportunity to fondle his nub, tweak his fat nipples and squeeze his corpulent buttocks. Dwyer had even inserted a gloved finger into his anus and massaged it around, grunting, “We gotta make sure yer not smugglin’ nuthin’ inside yer orifice.” Lexi whined piteously, hating how much he enjoyed their profane treatment. Golden nectar flowed in rivulets out of his tender butthole, coating Dwyer’s finger and running down his hairless thighs. 

Dwyer lifted the finger and sniffed, eyes rolling back in his head. “What a fuckin’ stinky slut! Ha! Juss you wait til I’m off duty! I’ll leave yer tight pussy gaping!”

Wilson crowed with laughter, cupping his significant bulge and thrusting it at Lexi. Lexi was shaking with humiliation and desire. He was so worked up that he forgot all about the codes written in permanent marker on his belly. Only after he’d entered the containment chamber did he remember them. Thank God the jarheads hadn’t inspected his big tummy!

Tian’s nostrils flared when Lexi exited the containment cell. “What’d they do to you?” he demanded, lumbering over on his elephant-sized legs and causing the floor to shake beneath Lexi’s feet. He took Lexi by the shoulders and shook him. “Did they hurt you?” His brilliant green eyes were flashing with righteous fury.

Lexi couldn’t look at him. “Th-Th-They ‘inspected’ me,” he replied in a wavering voice. “Made me st-st-strip an’ then they, uh, f-f-f-felt me up.”

Tian’s giant fist slammed into the floor with such ferocity that he nearly succeeded in punching a hole through the super reinforced steel. “THOSE FUCKERS!!!” he shouted, robotic voice echoing down the vast, empty chamber. “I’LL FUCKING KILL THEM!!!”

Lexi stood up on his tiptoes and put his hands on Tian’s wide, hard shoulders…or tried to. The truth was that he was only tall enough to put his hands on the robot’s surprisingly narrow waist. “It’s Ok,” he chirped. “They didn’t hurt me.” He paused, hanging his head in shame. “I, ya know, I…uh, I actually kinda liked it.”

“What?”

Lexi kept his head lowered. He was shaking. Shame and humiliation coursed through his veins. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut and not admitted how much he liked being debased by Dwyer and Wilson but he also cared for Tian and didn’t want to lie to him. Tian needed to know that the virus made him get turned on by humiliation. This was just as much as part of who he was now as his big tits and fat belly and lusty hunger for man-cock. He was turning into a cock-hungry whore. Correction: He’d already turned into a cock-hungry whore who got off on being abused. There was no use in trying to cover it up any longer. 

Sometimes, the truth could be brutal.

Tears were rolling down his smooth cheeks. There was a long silence during which Tian stared down at him. Finally, though, the robot knelt down until his face was at eye level and he ordered, “Lexi, look at me.”

Lexi sniffled. Wiping the back of his hand across his tear-stained face, he lifted his head and met Tian’s burning gaze. “Yeah?”

Instead of staying anything, though, Tian kissed him. In one quick movement, he’d scooped Lexi up in his arms and lifted him off the floor. Cradling him against his armored chest, he forced Lexi’s mouth open with his tongue and kissed him with a bright, hot passion. His tongue, which was only reticulated steel covered in silicone, nonetheless felt alive and warm and even tasty in Lexi’s mouth. Lexi responded, kissing him back, and savoring the metallic taste of Tian.

“I love what you’ve become, Lexi.”

Lexi stared up into those burning green eyes. “You do?”

Tian laughed. “Yeah, I know it’s wrong but I love seeing you like this. Knowing who you were before and seeing you as you are now…it’s a huge turn on.” He hung his head. “I even love how angry I get when other guys go after you.”

Lexi swallowed, heart pounding, nub throbbing and peach juice trickling down his corpulent thighs. “And I-I-I like it, too. And I hate it. Fuck, Tian, I’m so confused!” 

He stopped after he said it, amazed and revolted. It’s the virus, he thought. It’s just the virus. It’s turning you into your worst nightmare…or was it? It was hard to tell now. Maybe he really did enjoy being humiliated, manhandled and abused? He even loved having a jealous boyfriend to torment with the possibility of infidelity. God, he was one sick fuck!

Tian must have had the same thought because he grinned sheepishly. “Aren’t we sumthin’, bro? I mean, look at us! Who woulda thought we’d end up like this! It’s sick. And hot. And I can’t wait to see where it goes.”

“I think I know where it will go,” Lexi panted, remembering the unlock codes. “Put me down. I have something to show you.”

With a great deal of whirring and clanking, Tian complied, settling him down on his feet. His green eyes burned with both desire and curiosity as he looked down at him. Keeping his back turned to the cameras, Lexi lifted his belly fat, exposing the unlock codes. To his credit, the robot didn’t react. In fact, he didn’t betray any sign that he understood what the codes were. 

Lexi was beginning to worry when Tian announced in a booming voice, “Done. Jesus, bro! You came through for me! I’m as good as free!”

“Wh-Wh-What do you mean?” Lexi asked, looking around at the cameras. They seemed to still be active.

Tian made a dismissive gesture with his huge hand. “I already hacked into all of the security systems, bro. Took me ten milliseconds after I read those codes on yer beautiful belly. I’m already feeding the cameras and microphones a bunch of banal bullshit. Those fucktard guards–and anyone else watching–won’t have a clue. We can talk freely.” He paced around the cell like a caged lion, the floor reverberating under his feet. “Our visit is almost up,” he said finally. “Here,” he paused and then Lexi let out a squawk of surprise when the robot’s form shimmered before completely disappearing. As if from far away, a disembodied voice announced, “Fuck, yeah! The cloaking device works! All I have to do is engage my stealth systems and no one will see or hear or feel anything. Oh, Lexi! I could fuckin’ kiss you!”

A moment later, he did just that…and more. Lexi was completely flummoxed when he felt himself picked up by invisible hands and fondled in the most profane ways possible. Tian’s tongue and hands were all over him, bringing him once again to the delicious edge of orgasm and once again leaving him hanging, begging for more.

>>Time’s up, Lovergirl!<< Wilson’s voice boomed through the loudspeaker, interrupting them just as Lexi’s little pee pistol was about to shoot. >>Get ready to leave.<< 

On cue, the reinforced steel door began to slowly raise, inch by inch, beginning its long journey upward. Lexi looked up where he thought Tian’s face might be. “Are you sure about this? You can get out without them detecting you?”

Tian laughed. “‘Course, bro! What do you think I am? An amateur robot? Ha! I’m the peak of US military intelligence! I can fuckin’ do anything–well, almost anything…’cept fuck yer tight little pussy–I wanna. Let’s get the fuck outta here!”

Lexi was a wreck from both fear and desire by the time the door finished opening on the other side. On the one hand, he was terrified that Tian was wrong and the guards knew he was in the containment chamber along with him. It didn’t matter how illogical this fear was. Even he couldn’t see or hear the robot! The only way he knew that Tian was standing next to him was from the occasional fondling his ass received from the invisible, horny machine. 

On the other hand, he was on fire with desire. It drove him crazy seeing Dwyer and Wilson’s studly bodies revealed inch by inch as the door slid open. By the time he was ready to step outside, his butthole was drenched in honey and the air was redolent with the ripe scent of his juicy, unfucked peach. He wanted the guards to rape his ass in the worst way! God, how was he going to stand it?

Dwyer and Wilson drank in the sight of him, their eyes burning with lust and the crotches of their uniforms tented out obscenely. Lexi didn’t need to see their cocks to know that both men were incredibly hung. He could feel Tian stirring beside him and knew the robot was straining to contain his jealousy…and shame. The robot was neutered so he had no way of sating Lexi’s desire for a cock inside him. And yet he wanted to possess him and only him. It was a torment nearly as unbearable as Lexi’s own. In a far off corner of his mind, he couldn’t help but admire the irony of their situation. He was a straight man cursed to turn gay and have his cock transform into a pussy and Tian was a robot cursed to never be able give his lover the one thing he wanted more than anything. 

Fate had been cruel to both of them. 

It made him love Tian even more than ever.

“Ha!” Dwyer chuckled. “Looks like the bitch can’t wait for later.” He grabbed his crotch, massaging it lewdly. “You want this, dontcha, Cunt? Ya want a big man-cock in yer sloppy pussy?”

Lexi was weak in the knees. Humiliation and desire were burning him up inside. It only fanned the flames of his passion when Wilson chortled at him, suggestively unbuckling his belt. Beside him, the invisible Tian braced. Lexi knew the robot was about to blow.

The pregnant silence stretched as Lexi’s hole trickled honey like a faucet. Finally, Wilson dropped a bombshell. “We’re not selfish, Honey,” he purred. “We’ll gladly share ya with yer robot boyfriend. Why don’t ya tell him to unhide himself? We know he’s standing right next to ya.”

With this, Tian flashed into existence beside him, an immense machine towering over them with clenched fists. Lexi looked up at him fearfully before turning back to Wilson, stammering, “What?! But how–?!”

Dwyer smirked. “Those codes scrawled under yer belly. Did ya think we didn’t see ‘em?” He puffed out his significant chest. “We may be a couple of horny jarheads but we’re also proud US Marines and we don’t fuck things up. We’ve been onto ya from the beginning.”

As both Lexi and Tian fish-mouthed at this unwelcome revelation, Wilson threw them for yet another loop by announcing, “Now, ‘nuff of this fuckin’ bullshit. Let’s get ya outta here so we can fuck ya in peace.” He laughed, rebuckling his belt and turning to Tian. “Yer precious cargo, bro. Too precious to keep locked up. Me an’ Dwyer here’re gonna escort ya. It’s time ya finally met Benoît Guibert.”

***