Drunk driving

Ben was sitting in the passenger seat, skimming through his social media on his phone. After the... face fucking Matt gave him, Ben's mind felt more sober and clear than he could remember.

"Seeing anything new?" Matt asked from the driver's seat, noticing Ben's distracted posture, biting his plump lower lip.

"Well, yeah," Beh said with a shrug, scratching his chin. "I am 99% sure I used to be a boy. More average boy, that is, compared to this," He said and pointed at himself.

He was wearing a white with red stripes spagetti top with plenty of side boob. After cumming when tasting Matt's cum, Ben realized that the outfit he'd worn before had disappeared. he'd also lost another few inches and was probably not weighing more than a hundred pounds now. His boobs and ass were the only places that had any padding. He had to admit to calling them boobs now, because they jiggled, they could fill his small hands, and if someone played with them well, he'd cream his pants.

Shorts and panties, to be exact. His asshole had also grown, spreading his cheeks to make way for the lip-like donut of a pliable and massive sphincter. If he took off his shorts, his thong would not be able to hide it as it probably was two inches across and poking up at least half an inch. It wouldn't help that he was still sitting on his vibrating buttplug with a half-inch bottleneck and a one inch synthetic ruby glittering where the sun sometimes shine. Ben felt a tinge of pride that he'd not turned the vibrator back on yet, for his asshole was a cruel and demanding mistress that didn't like not being left ignored for too long.

"You sure you don't remember the old me?" Ben asked Matt, shaking his head as he tried to stay focused. He had a theory that the hornier he was, the dumber he would be, and the longer he waited the more his less intellectual instincts would take over.

"You've always been effeminate in my mind," Matt said while shaking his head slowly, appearing to be thinking hard. "Tomboy for sure, until you started having sex and let the sub take over."

"Tomboy? The sub?" Ben said with a scoff and a giggle. "You know whats weird? I don't remember ever doing any hormone therapy. Which I am sure would be required supplements to be as good looking as me."

"You're not on meds? I'm sure you've said so to us?" Matt asked.

"A white lie, I think. Teacher's ask when little boys start wearing bras, summer dresses, nail polish, make-up, heels, thongs, lipstick, extensions..." Ben said as he caught Matt's slow pan of his head towards him with a flat look on his face, causing him to pause before breaking into a giggle. "Suffice to say, it's easier to say you're trans and on meds than saying 'I dunno, puberty, am I right? Now excuse me while I drill a hole in this bathroom stall for an experiment.'

"So you remember this, but you also remember it being fake?"

"Yeah," Ben said and nodded. "So, if I were to guess, I changed in that gas station rest room into this."

"So, my cock was your first?" Matt asked, giving Ben a sheepish but apologetic smile.

"Don't tell my girlfriend that," Ben said, then paused. "Holy shit! Amber's got a massive donger!"

"What? Well, that makes sense," Matt said after reeling for a second at Ben's wail.

"What?"

"Well, you're a massive cock-addict. We were considering warning the school nurse that you must have hit your head or something when you got together with her, but we figured you had... other options," Matt said as he gestured to his own crotch. "Or that she had a dick."

"Well she does have a awesome dick, and if I wasn't already effeminate it... holy shit!"

"What!?" Matt said, reeling again.

"She's infectious! Like to men! If they get too much of her cum in their system, they'd turn into sissy submissive cock hunting femboys in an instant!"

"Oh one of those."

"One of those!?" Ben said, his time to reel. "Matt, that's fucking magic!"

"Pfft, everyone knows you don't suck off a girl cock without protection or medicine available. Just be on the pill and you're pretty much safe," Matt said with a tone of surprise that Ben didn't know this.

"No, that has to be a part of this somehow," Ben said as he began googling the terms and blinking rapidly as the facts began coming up in the search results. "Anyway, it's not relevant right now. My girlfriend has a great cock is great and all, but this is bigger than that!" he said and held up the baby blue wrist band. "This thing seems to be working, Matt. I only noticed all of this when I put it on. Isn't this what you wanted to hear?"

"Well... yes," Matt said after hesitating for a moment. "but now I'm sort of worried. Me and Jake have been using the app for days. Well, less after Jeremy said we should be careful... but Jake's on a 'truth statement' run right now."

"What does that mean?"

"It's a challenge in the app that gives you money for claiming things that seem a little out there, but it turns out to be true. Remember the rollergirls we ate at?"

"Those dick-girls? They seemed to have a lot of them in employ," Ben said, thinking back.

"Jake said that all Rollergirls waitresses probably look feminine to keep up with the branding. I figured there might be some guys in some different outfits like a mechanic jump suit or something, but no, all girls, some with dicks."

"And you're clean?"

"I only asked for that wrist-band," Matt said before correcting himself. "Actually, scratch that," he said as he opened the storage box between the front seats and pulled out another plastic bag with a big wrist band in it. "One is none, I figured, so I made a spare."

"Maybe you should put it on too?" Ben asked while considering the situation. "Or maybe that will expose you to something like what happened to me? It seems the magical abilities work mostly on yourself."

"That seems likely," Ben said as he looked down at himself. What was left of him at least.

Though, if he had paid more attention, he might have noticed that Matt had indeed grown a little more massive during their get-together in the dirty bathroom. In fact, he was still slowly growing more and more handsome in Ben's inner eye as the time since Ben has had his insides filled with cum started to recede, but neither had noticed such miniscule changes.

"In a mile, take the first turn to the right," Ben's phone suddenly said, the GPS interrupting their train of thought.

"Oh damn," Ben said, distracted as he swapped app to the map. "Five minutes away from Noah and Anthony. Should we tell them about this?"

"...Not yet," Matt suggested and Ben nodded along. "I'm not sure how happy Jake will be if we tell her about this. She's got another day or two of that enhancement left. And I'm not sure how well these things work against her abilities... at least not until we try it out," Matt said as they drove off the main road.

"Maybe we could trick her into changing something minor with one of us while we wear the wrist-bands? then we could consider how hard it is to work around it?" Ben said, glancing over at Matt.

"That might be an idea worth checking out," Matt said as he saw something in the horizon. It looked like a familiar colored car, parked under a tree. "I think we're at our friends destination," he said before he pointed and smirked.

Ben looked at where Matt was pointing and smiled. Some part of her was glad to meet her other friends. Another part had other ambitions.

"I see a big car coming our way," Noah said, leaning against the tree. Adrian lay in the back of the car, their luggage in the shadow of the tree. After a few seconds he groaned and got up into a sitting position. "I hope they got bagel," Adrian said as the car came towards them, stopping next to the luggage. Noah had rolled his eyes and waved at the car.

Ben came out of the car first, wearing a pair of sunglasses and giving Noah his award winning smile. "There you are, guys!" Ben said as he jumped up at Noah and hugged him as he bent down to hug him back. Ben then moved over to the car and Adrian as Noah turned towards Matt.

Noah leaned back to look up at their black friend. Both Noah and Adrian were white pasty kids compared to the Adonis Matt, but they had common interests and Matt was a cool guy that helped them with their game back in their younger days. "Glad to see you two survived," Matt said as he fist bumped Noah and the two began lifting up luggage to haul into Matt's car.

"Eh, I was prepared," Noah said in a low tone with a smirk. "You know how stubborn Adrian is. He swore his brother had helped him fix the problem."

"When cars get old and cranky, they find all sorts of problems," Matt said as he opened the back of his car and helped Noah put the luggage neatly into the car. Then they walked back to get another batch of luggage.

"I don't know if this car can out cranky Adrian," Noah said to Matt before glancing around, pondering where their subject of debate had gone.

"Well, shit," Noah said as he noticed where Adrian had gone and picked up a few more bags of luggage and turned back towards Matt's car. Matt noticed too and did the same. "I guess he really wanted that bagel," Noah said in a hushed tone over his shoulder to Matt.

"Ben's Bagel," Matt agreed as the sounds of Ben squeals began bubbling through the air. Behind Matt and Noah's back, Adrian's car was gently wobbling.

In the back seat, Ben was standing, ass up, filled with Adrian's pistoning cock.

The moment Adrian had gotten a hug from Ben, Adrian had unceremoniously started unbuttoning his shorts and quickly pulled off his top. Ben was about to protest before his body realized what was about to happen and had taken over. Nothing made Ben melt like butter like being manhandled and used like a toy. Being used out in the open like this made Ben feel even more aroused.

Some part of Ben was wondering what old Ben would have thought of this. New Ben had some ideas, but New Ben had made other life choices. Every thrust of Adrian's cock made his tits jiggle a tiny bit more, made his already big asshole grow a little fatter, hungrier and more sensitive, made his former four inch dick shrink towards three, and his already very well hidden testicles recede even further inside of him. One errant motherly thought, and they'd be ovulating inside of a virgin womb.

Not that Ben needed that to have fun with cocks. Ben had two bagels to share, two donuts to glaze, and couldn't be happier that there was no risk of having that glazing end his life of submission to her friend and girlfriend's cocks. Ben loved being a toy, and some part of him had begun to wonder if there were ways to go beyond human limitations in pursuing toyhood.

"I guess we should give them five," Matt said as he pulled out a pair of soda cans, handing one over to Matt.

Noah took the offered coke and noticed a pink wrist band on Matt's person.

As he was about to ask about what it was for, he was momentarily distracted by a high squeal from Ben, glancing around to look at their fornicating friends for a second and chuckling at the sound. "If they can last that long," Noah said as he fanned his face, not wanting to show to Matt that the scene was getting a little to him.

Noah pondered if Matt would mind or not, glancing over at his ebony friend.