He puts something extra in Thad's beer.

I grab the cups and go to the kitchen while the bros amuse themselves with trying to balance frisbees on their noses. While I'm pumping up the keg, I think about Thad kissing Krys. While I'm pouring the drinks, I think about how hot she looks now. While I'm setting them on a tray, I think about how amazing her thicker lips would feel on my cock, and how Thad's the one I'd have to ask to find out if I'm right.

At this point, I'm both extremely hard and extremely angry.

“Fuck it,” I say, pulling out my cock.

I start stroking, imaging all the things I've done with Krys, except now I'm imagining the new Krys doing those things with me. That's what I thought would happen, it's why I changed her. As I feel myself getting closer, I grab one of the cups and hold it under my dick.

“Dude, whose cup is that?” says Kent.

How long has he been standing there?! I have no idea what to say, so... “Thad's.”

Kent gives me two thumbs up. “Nice one!” He grabs a bag of chips and goes back to the living room.

It takes me a sec to get back in the mood, but I manage to get it done. I cum into the cup, swish it around until the cum disappears, and then take the tray into the living room.

“Thanks, man,” says Thad as he takes the cup that I put at the front of the tray. “Kent said you had a little trouble getting the pump working on the keg.”

“Uh, yeah. It took me a little longer than usual, but...”

Kent holds his hand over his mouth to hold in his laughter. No, this isn't suspicious behavior. Kent is high literally all the time. I don't know how, but I've woken that guy up in the morning for work, and a smoke ring came out of his mouth.

“Okay, everyone get ready!” says Thad as they finish setting up for another round of flip cup. “On your marks, get set, go!”

Thad grabs his cup and throws his head back. The moment he tosses the beer down his throat, everything in the world but him and me goes black and white.

I stop for a moment. How long will this last if I don't do anything? I wait for a minute. I reach over and pull Thad's arm down, then start flicking his forehead. He doesn't react, and after a few minutes it becomes clear that this will continue until I do something.

“Thad, you're a loser.”

“I'm a... no... I rule.”

“Thad, you're a pathetic loser.”

“I'm a pathetic... I'm... I'm...” An image starts to form.

“You're a pathetic, ugly loser who looks like Captain America *before* he got the muscles.”

“I'm a pathetic... ugly.. loser... who looks like Captain America... before he got the muscles.”

“You're a pathetic, ugly loser who looks like Captain America before he got the muscles.”

“I'm a pathetic, ugly loser who looks like Captain America before he got the muscles.”

Time restarts. Thad, who now has a bigger nose, greasy hair, and a short, scrawny body, is **** on the beer he just drank.

The next guy on Thad's team says, “Dude, that counts! Flip the cup!”

Tiny, pathetic Thad puts his cup on the edge of the table, but every attempt to flip it goes badly. I finish off my cup and flip it while he just keeps failing. He still hasn't flipped his cup before everyone on my team is done.

“Tough break,” I yell over my teammates' cheering. “But hey, at least you've got Krystina, right?”

Another of the bros slaps my chest and laughs. “Oh, harsh! Do you remember how she shot down the little dude here on the first day of summer! That was a bad move to even try!”

Another one says, “Yeah! Like a hottie like her would ever even talk to a dweeb like him!”

It worked! It worked perfectly! God, this feels good!

Then the guy pats Kent on the back and says, “Damn, I'm so jealous! The only girl working at the club, she's super hot, and you're the one who gets to bang her!”

“That's right!” says Kent. “But remember, that's a secret. Her dad can't find out. Only you guys, and my brother, and my weed guy, and my other weed guy can know about it.”

Fucking hell.