Pancakes, identity, and absorption

Previously: Hank left behind his chauvinistic ways after being transformed into a muscular futanari and adopted a new identity and name in Red. She and her friends defeated the misogynistic mind-controller Randy, but it required her to absorb him to become male and use the ring to free the enslaved sorority. Craig warned her that unmerging may result in her being returned to her original male form.

Red

Goddammit, Craig. How do you keep doing this to me?

The sound of the shower did little to drown out Red’s thoughts. Her long, wet hair was matted against her face, and she leaned heavily against the wall. She had left the Merge Necklace on the towel rack, but struggled to get it out of her mind. For once, her insistently throbbing cock came as a relief.

Being back in a male body was like sleeping in your childhood bed. Familiar but outgrown. Gone were the accustomed fullness of her chest and the wet warmth between her legs. Once again, she was limited to just a shaft, one that was much larger than the one she remembered. Even the mechanics of stroking it felt wrong: one hand couldn’t wrap completely around the girth, and pumping with two hands together felt ridiculous.

She was still worked up over Piper’s short skirt and long legs, but didn’t feel comfortable fantasizing about her. The glare she had given Red had been withering. One look at ‘Hank’ and she assumed Red was a mind controller and abuser.

Skye was definitely sexy enough, but she still hated Red’s guts.

And with good reason.

Imagining her own futa body just made her miss it more. Fantasizing about Lily brought up images of glassdoll on stream. And Craig…

Nope. Not after what he tried to say.

Finally, she latched onto Cam. Her soft curves, the way her sweater clung to her huge tits. Red worked her shaft with increasing fervor.

jacking a penis is gay

“Christ, Randy. Will you get off my fucking dick? Yeah, I’m gay. I didn’t hear any complaints when I was sucking you off.”

Red pounded the wall of the shower, her mood ruined. In her mind space, Randy was spreading. It was getting harder to tell where he stopped and where she began. She mentally compressed him back into place when her concentration was broken by a knock at the door. With a frustrated groan, Red turned the water to cold and felt her balls start to ache as her cock flagged.

She dried off quickly and threw on a tank top before heading to the door. She caught a glimpse of her male form in the bathroom mirror.

Am I going to have to get used to having this face again? This body?

She pushed down the nagging thought, filing it away like Randy.

Red opened the door to find Malik. The lanky athlete stood awkwardly in the hallway. Red flashed back to the last time he had been here. Her failed seduction. His absorption by a misguided Carrie. His indomitable commitment to consent.

A look of shock crossed Malik’s face at seeing Red.

“It really is you.”

Behind him, the first rays of morning peeked over the horizon. Red realized she had been up all night.

“Thanks for coming,” Red said hesitantly. “Some asshole who disappeared months ago texts you out of nowhere at the crack of dawn. You didn’t have to come.”

“You said it’s important. Is it?”

“Yeah, it is.”

Malik glanced at the room behind Red.

“Something real weird happened the last time I was here, man. Left me spooked. I’m here for answers.”

“I owe you more than that, and I have a big ask coming. But yeah, I can give you some answers.”

Malik came in and looked around suspiciously before taking a seat at the kitchen table. Red joined him, but lurched back up when her engorged testicles screamed in protest at contact with the chair.

Blue balls? Dammit, Randy, this is your fault.

you lack self control

With a wide-legged gait, Red tried to casually mosey on over to the kitchenette.

“On second thought, it’s time for breakfast. You want some pancakes?”

“I could do pancakes.”

Happy for the distraction, Red started mixing pancake mix and water in a mixing bowl.

“Who’s Red?”

Red cringed, happy to be facing away. Her cheeks burned, and she felt the flush start to run down her neck. She poured some batter out onto a pan.

“Why do you ask?”

“She was here in this apartment. She knew shit about me. Are you together?”

“Oh, she is very single,” Red said cautiously. “What do you think of her?”

“Crazy hot. She said some crazy shit. But hot enough to make you wonder if she’s worth it.”

“And her dick? Is that a dealbreaker?”

A heavy pause hung in the air.

“This really matters to you?”

“What? Nah,” Red said, her throat tight. “I’ve been up all night, and now I’m talking crazy.”

“Are you okay?”

Red’s shoulders slumped.

“No. I’m not.”

The silence stretched out as Red collected her thoughts.

“A lot of shit went down last night. There’s someone I was into. I was shitty to them in high school, but I thought it was behind us. I found out it wasn’t.”

Red felt her eyes start to tear up and wiped an arm across her nose with a sniffle.

pussy shit

“Pussy shit, I know. I shouldn’t be dumping this on you-“

Red felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Malik’s concerned face.

“Red?”

She turned away, her eyebrows pinched.

“How did you know?”

“The Hank I know would never let himself look weak. Or ask for help. Also, you’ve been wiggling your butt while you cook. That’s different.”

Red barked out an embarrassed laugh despite herself. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

“You really don’t think I’m Hank anymore?”

Malik gave her shoulder a squeeze before letting go.

“I can’t tell you who you are. You just don’t act like the Hank I used to know. In a good way.”

“I’m trying to change, but I still did those things.”

Time to face the elephant in the room.

“I stole Skye from you,” Red said carefully.

Malik froze a moment before forcing his body to relax.

“You didn’t steal her, ‘cause she wasn’t mine. We both wanted her. You won,” he said.

That’s not really the way it went down, but if that’s the way he wants to remember it, I won’t stop him.

“No hard feelings?” Red asked.

“Ghosting her was a dick move, but that’s between y’all. Like I said, she’s not mine to defend.”

Malik’s tone was casual, but discomfort showed in his posture. He couldn’t keep eye contact with Red, speaking past her. He changed the subject as he settled back down at the dining table.

“You still owe me an explanation about what happened that night,” he said.

Red sighed.

Looks like neither one of us is ready to talk about Skye. Maybe we can settle things around her later.

“Bottom line, you got used. You didn’t deserve it,” Red said, gearing up to tell the story. “Magic is real, and I want to use it on you again. But this time it’s only if you’re good with it.”

Red cooked while she talked, starting with that fateful day on the beach. She told the story as she built a high stack for each of them. They ate, and she continued between mouthfuls of pancake, leaning against the kitchen counter. Malik sat listening while eating at the table.

The story unfolded. Her transition to Red. Lily’s ****. The search.

Malik wanted more details when it came to Red and Carrie’s night at the party, and despite her discomfort, Red was able to explain it to his satisfaction. She finished with the previous night, Randy, and the ring. As she concluded, she brought out the necklace for him to see.

“So you want me to use this?” Malik asked, gazing deeply into the green gem.

Red nodded enthusiastically.

“The justice system isn’t equipped to deal with Randy. There’s no evidence that they were enslaved, and if they tried to tell the cops it was magic, people would think they’re crazy.”

A frown creased Malik’s dark features as he considered.

“So what I’m hearing from you is that you need me to fix your problem. You think I’ll be on board to avenge some rich white girls if you throw around the term ‘****’?”

Red recoiled.

“Whoa! What? No! No, no, no,” she insisted, flailing her arms with her palms out. “It’s not ‘cause you're black. You’re the only person I can trust to not be corrupted.”

Malik raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn’t interrupt.

“Look. He’s in my head, and I don’t know if I can trust myself. Sometimes I can’t tell if my thoughts are coming from him or me. If I keep him too long, what if I become just as bad as him? Or worse? But you… I know you can control him. You were never like me. That night here, you got absorbed. But even from inside Carrie, you wouldn’t let her fuck me unless I was a hundred. You have that unbreakable conviction. It has to be you. Please.”

Malik looked conflicted. He spent a few more minutes examining the necklace in his hands.

“You’re right. It is a big ask,” Malik said, mulling it over. “If it was Hank asking, I would have said no already.”

“It’s not forever,” Red pleaded. “Just until we can come up with a long-term solution. I know I have a lot to make up for already, with what I’ve done. The smart play would be to not get involved at all.

But I trust you. Under the lights, in front of the crowd. I knew you’d put your body on the line for me, and I’d do it for you. I just…

I just need you right now.”

Malik nodded.

“Alright. I’ll do it. Not so you owe me. But because I want fewer of him in the world. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Yes!” Red shouted, pumping her fists. “Thank you!”

After a breath, she repeated it softly. “Thank you.”

Red put the Merge Necklace on and was so excited at the prospect of ejecting Randy, she had her hand around the emerald before she remembered the consequences.

If I go back to being a man, what would everyone think of me? Skye and Piper assumed the worst just by looking at me. I couldn’t be the same streamer I was.

I could never feel a cock in my pussy. I’d never know what it’s like to be bred. To be a mom. What is it about Malik’s dick that brings out my breeding kink?

Malik saw her hesitation.

“You good? I thought this was what you wanted.”

“When someone unmerges, they go back to their old body. This is the first time I’ve done this since the necklace broke. I got a new body by accident, and it’s the best thing that could have happened to me. I have friends now, a new life. But when I push Randy out, what will I look like?”

“It sounds like you don’t want to go back.”

Red ran a finger over the emerald in her hand. A tingle of power shot up her arm.

“I’m scared,” she admitted. “Having a new body let me start a new life. If I looked like Hank again, what’s to stop me from going back to being him? It would be easy.”

“If you ask me,” Malik said, shrugging. “You’re letting something else define you, again. Calling you Hank doesn’t make you Hank. Looking like Hank doesn’t make you Hank. If you want to be a better person, do it.”

Red let out a small chuckle.

It’s my choice.

She held the necklace’s power in her hand, felt for Randy in her mind, and pushed.

I choose Red.

Her being twisted, and she felt a body fall out of her back. Her eyes were pinched closed, her mind focused on the identity she had created, the body she had forged. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes.

“Yes!”

Red clutched her breasts and hopped in a circle with joy. She was blissfully freed from her blue balls. Squeezing her thighs, she felt a pleasant clench below her dick. She looked at Malik and beamed.

“I did it. I’m still me.”

He gave her a proud smile and stood. He gestured with his head to the air between them, and Red remembered their on-court celebration.

Red lunged toward him before launching herself upwards. Malik met her in the air, their bodies bouncing off each other. After landing, the apartment rang with their fierce dap.

“You got this, dawg!” Malik barked, slapping Red’s ass.

“I’m built different!” Red boasted, pounding her chest.

As much as Craig had tried, this was a loss he had never come close to filling. Comrades and celebration. Red breathed heavily and suddenly realized how close she was standing to Malik.

She flashed him an appreciative smile, and he returned it in kind, a broad grin splitting his handsome face. Red idly rubbed her ass where he had smacked it, his hand leaving a pleasant burn.

Endorphins flowing, her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples poked conspicuously under her shirt. He noticed her sudden shift in posture and took a quick half step back.

“My turn, now, huh?”

Red took off the necklace and held it out gingerly.

“Green means go. Don’t touch the jewel until you’re ready to transform.”

Malik put the necklace on and crouched down next to the snoozing Randy. He averted his eyes from the erection tenting Randy’s robe.

“Momma told me kids at college would try to get me to experiment with weird shit. I thought she just meant meth,” he joked. “Anything else I should know before I do this?”

“You can look at his memories if you want, but I wouldn’t. You can focus on how you want your body to end up. I’d try to keep mostly the same, so people will recognize you. That’s it. This is a big sacrifice, heroic even,” Red said with a grin.

With a nod and a roll of his eyes, Malik gripped the necklace and pushed the emerald into Randy’s body. In a flash of light, two bodies become one. He stood up, and Red’s mouth hung open.

He was still recognizable as Malik, only with a superhero physique. Arms that had been lanky with wiry strength now bulged with rippling muscles. Dark skin stretched over enormous biceps, tracked by pulsing veins. A monster bulge throbbed between his legs, threatening to tear through pants stretched to their limit. Red felt weak in the knees just from the smell of him.

“Damn,” Malik whispered.

He stared at his thick hands before inspecting the rest of his body. His hair twists had become cornrows with a fade, but he kept his boyish face.

“We good?” Red asked cautiously.

“We good,” Malik replied before experimentally stroking his new equipment. With a flinch, he looked up in pain.

“Hold up. Why do I have blue balls?”

“Oh, that?” Red said, cringing. “Um, that’s probably just the necklace. It’s fertility magic. Makes you horny when you use it.”

“No shit,” Malik said, gritting his teeth.

He turned to Red and ran his eyes along her body. She flushed under his intense gaze, heat flaring up within her like an inferno. Moisture started to soak her panties, and her cock lurched in expectation.

Red’s eyes flitted to the front door. Skye still hadn’t arrived.

Then again, she never said she would. I tried to set them up. It’s not my fault she didn’t show. He’s suffering, and I know what it’s like to need release. He needs me. Unless…

“So, if I wanted to help you with that, would my biology get in the way?”

Red gave a significant glance down at her own tent.

“Girl. Usually, I would have some reservations, but right now? I’ve got a big problem on my hands, and you’re lookin’ fine as hell.”

Red bit her lip, the heat in her cheeks battling with the heat between her legs. Her face broke out in a grin she couldn’t contain. She put some extra sway in her step as she strutted forward. Her fingers found his wrist and traced up his arm. She thrilled at his shiver. His breath was hot and heavy. Close up, he dwarfed her. His bulk seemed to block out the light, and, for the first time in her life, Red felt small.

Next to him, I’m tiny. Feminine.

She stroked the back of his neck, earning a sharp inhale through his teeth. Leaning forward, she flattened her breasts against his chest. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her into him, his cock pressing insistently against her abs. Her hands pulled his lips toward hers.

One last test.

“What would you do if I said I’m having second thoughts?”