Devin goes home and runs into Thad

Devin barely remembered the drive home. He drove on autopilot until he arrived home and stared at the barren garage wall before him, his mind locked on two conflicting images. The first was of a hot, sexy Krys breathing through his dirty underwear as she bucked on top of the club’s black cook; the other was of a softer, pudgy Krys giving him a blowjob behind the concession stand.

Both versions angered him; one was an easy slut while the other used his friendship to fill a void in her life. Neither Krys had really cared about him, yet he still felt drawn to her. She was a hot Asian teen in love with his cum, ready to suck his dick whenever he wanted. What man wouldn’t be captivated by that?

In the silence of his car, his phone buzzed with a text from her. “Hey, where you at? Did you already leave the club?”

She probably just finished fucking the chef. Unimpressed, Devin’s reply was curt. “Home. Not feeling well so I left early.”

Her response came in soon after. “Got it! Remember, don’t shower before I see you! Mommy wants her treat tomorrow.” An eggplant and wet tongue accompanied the text.

Devin put his phone down with a groan, swallowing the lump in his throat. Another demand. No concerns about his health, just a slut requesting her fix. “What happened to loving me?” he asked the empty passenger seat, though it offered no reply. Had his change been poorly worded? If she did love him, why did he feel so lonely?

His cock didn’t care; it had stayed hard the entire commute back. It remembered the way Krys thrust her hips and bobbed her head, and it yearned for her touch. Despite his conflicting emotions, he couldn’t deny how much Krys turned him on, even if she was betraying the sanctity of their relationship. A relationship he’d fabricated, but even so. It stung his pride that the cook got to properly fuck her pussy before he did, but the feeling was easy to shrug off. In an alternate reality, so had Thad and Kent.

The more he thought of Krys cheating on him, the less it bothered him. It was hard to fully care when one dose of his cum could rewrite her entire sexual history.

Why am I so fixated on her? Sure, she was his first, but she didn’t have to be his last. With his cum, he could have anyone he wanted. He could give Krys a few Asian friends for him to enjoy! Or better yet, while Krys slept her way through the country club, he could be in the VIP room, banging her mom. It wouldn’t be hard to set up; one text is all it would take to bring Krys crawling back to him, salivating for his unshowered groin.

His cock strained in his shorts; yet, masturbation seemed like such a waste now. Would his cum still be potent if he saved it for later? Did it work more effectively when fresh? Many questions about his magical semen lingered as he left his car and went inside.

He moved in a daze, reaching the kitchen without thinking before a sudden question jumped him out of his stupor.

“Is Krys not coming tonight?”

The voice was familiar but estranged. He almost didn’t recognize Thad, still not fully accustomed to the former jock having turned into an uglier version of CGI Steve Rogers. His roommate was sitting at the table, face half-hidden behind a book.

“Wait, no,” Thad corrected while Devin gathered himself, “I was dating Krys… Right?” He lowered the book to instead rub his temples. “Seeing you always makes my brain woozy.”

The questions got Devin’s attention. Right, Thad remembers something. With his focus on Krys, Thad’s sudden clarity through the amnesia that afflicted everyone else had escaped his mind. Is it because he was originally dating Krys after I made her hot? No, she just swapped to Kent after I made Thad pathetic. Why is he different?

“I have something for headaches upstairs,” Devin declared, dodging the question. Thad remembering something made him a problem, and it was best to do something to placate him. “Want me to get it?”

His roommate gave him a long stare. “Look man, I’m not drinking your cum again.”

“I’m being serious!” Devin walked to the fridge and took out a large carton of grape juice. “Krys recommended it, it does wonders.”

Thad winced at the mention of his quantum ex and went back to his book, eager to stop interacting with the source of his pains. “Fine, whatever. If Krys says it’s good…”

Happy with the dismissal, Devin rushed upstairs and locked himself in his room. Panting from the encounter, he fished out his cock and began stroking earnestly. He recalled Krys with a mask made from his dirty underwear wrapped across her face as she grinded on the cook’s black cock. He remembered the night before and the way she shivered with glee when sniffing his musk directly from his groin; how happy she was when tasting his pubes. Krys had become a filthy cock worshipping slut and with that image of her in his mind, it didn’t take long for Devin to get off.

He came in a small glass, coating its bottom with a substantial load. He then poured a large serving of grape juice, diluting the semen and turning the mixture into a quantum cocktail.

Hoping that Thad bought the charade, he rushed back down and offered the glass to him. His friend took it without a fuss, raising it closely to inspect its contents.

“It’s cloudy,” he stated, looking at the purple liquid through the glass.

“I told you, it’s medicine.” Devin hoped his lie was as nonchalant as possible. “A powder, actually; that you dilute into the juice. Look, you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to.”

His housemate gave the cocktail another long stare before downing the juice and semen mixture in a single large gulp. As he lowered his hand, Devin’s vision tunneled and the world slowly shifted to a dull monochrome. In a single moment, he was back in the quantum state.

Now he just needed to figure out what to do.

“What’s happening?” the ghostly specter of Thad pondered in a soft monotone. “Devin, is that you? Please, you gotta change me back!”

Devin sighed, wishing he could avoid conversing with the original Thad. “Sorry man, I’m only here to do you a solid. Somehow, you remember too much.”

“What do you mean? Are you giving me Krys back?” Despite the quantum state dulling out everything around him, Devin could make out hints of hope in his friend’s voice.

“Well, no. But… you’ll see.” He took a deep breath. Thad kept focusing on his relationship with Krys, so it was best to eliminate that. “You have a loyal and loving white girlfriend who doesn’t care that you’re ugly and pathetic.”

“I avoid girls because I’m ugly and pathetic.”

“You have a loyal and loving white girlfriend who doesn’t care that you’re ugly and pathetic.”

“I could never get a girlfriend because I’m ugly and pathetic.”

“You have a loyal and loving white girlfriend who doesn’t care that you’re ugly and pathetic.”

“I… Don’t have a girlfriend because I’m ugly and pathetic.”

“You have a loyal and loving white girlfriend who doesn’t care that you’re ugly and pathetic.”

“I don’t recall having a girlfriend because I’m ugly and pathetic..”

“You have a loyal and loving white girlfriend who doesn’t care that you’re ugly and pathetic.”

“I… have a girlfriend who cares that I’m ugly and pathetic.”

“You have a loyal and loving white girlfriend who doesn’t care that you’re ugly and pathetic.”

“I have a girlfriend and she doesn’t care that I’m ugly and pathetic.”

“You have a loyal and loving white girlfriend who doesn’t care that you’re ugly and pathetic.”

“I have a loyal and loving white girlfriend who doesn’t care that I’m ugly and pathetic.”

The world flashed around Devin as his words became reality. When he returned from the quantum state, Thad had vanished.

Devin blinked. “Thad?” The word echoed in the empty room. “Thad?” he yelled louder, quickly shuffling to his mate’s room. Did the shift warp Thad like it often does with me? He found the door closed and knocked on it with ****. “Thad! Open up!”

On the third knock, a latch clicked and the door opened. However, instead of skinny, Steve Rogers-looking Thad, the gap revealed a tall, broad-chested black man that Devin had never seen.

“What do you want Devin?” the stranger called in a deep voice, looking down at him. “Who’s Thad?”

“No one!” Devin chirped, taking a step back from the intimidating man. “Sorry to bother you.”

The black stranger gave Devin a long silent stare before nodding and closing the door, leaving Devin alone in the hallway.

He slumped back against the wall, breathing heavily. After recovering from the encounter, Devin quickly made his way around the house, asking each of his roommates the same question. Each of them gave the same answer and confirmed his suspicions.

None of them had ever heard of Thad.