AN: Strong language (f-slur)! Pussification. Like, seriously, there's a lot going on here.
Happy For Now ending.
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"Welcome to your new lives!" said the being of light, hovering in front of Paul and the others. "I was in the neighborhood of Earth, and I have chosen you four to be my new vicarious hosts."
Paul, Mark, Adrian, and Leon, had been on the way home from the wrestling game, all of them sweaty and tired and in their third hour being on the road. They were also in their seventh hour of being furious at each other. Adrian had punched out a gay guy in the locker rooms, and now they were all under academic probation. Paul fucking hated Adrian for that stunt, and it probably meant the end of their friendship for multiple reasons. Everyone had acted poorly. Mark came out swinging with hatred for gays that matched Adrian's. Leon wanted to go and beat the shit out of both the 'fag' in the opposing team and all the rest of the other team and the ref and the school administrator who had handed out the sentence. Paul had been vehemently opposed to all of that. He also hated Leon's use of the word 'fag'.
The away match had been a miserable experience. The fallout from that shit probably meant the end of their entire friend group, and Paul knew he wasn't the only one thinking that way.
Academic probation and the loss of friends seemed a distant problem compared to the problem facing them right now.
Paul had been driving, and then everything went white. He thought he had killed them all.
But no.
The four guys stood in the gym of their college, the Phoenix mascot emblazoned brightly on the wall where it had held since long before the four guys started school here. They had each come up from high school wrestling; Paul and Adrian from in-state, from the same high school, while Mark and Leon had come in from California and Florida respectively. They and a bunch of other wrestlers met here practically every day. They trained, they fought. They even bled on these mats. They were the four best guys on the entire team.
And now the four of them were nude, standing around under the bright lights of the floating figure.
Mark tried to speak up, but his voice made no sound. He clutched his throat, his eyes boggling. Adrian steeled himself. Leon tried to look for a way out, trying to step away, but his feet weren't letting him move
Paul waited for the other shoe to drop.
The being of light cheerfully said, "Excellent! You all understand some of what I am saying, and you're smart enough to know that I have way too much power over you. Get used to that. I do what I want, and you do what I want, too. You're not slaves, though; perish the thought! I want you free to enjoy life, but I also want strong emotions.
"I am not a malevolent god.
"I will grant a lot of boons to all of you But beware! Every boon you ask for will be replicated in reverse upon your friends, or however I desire." The being said, "You may call me 'Delta', as in your world's symbol for change. You may ask questions now."
Paul, Adrian, and Leon all held their tongues.
Mark instantly demanded, "What the fuck! Why are you doing this to us--"
He tried to say more, but Delta cut him off; he was speaking but nothing was coming out.
Delta said, "A very succinct question. To answer: You all harbor anger and love toward each other in roughly equal manner, and none of you are related to each other. Other than that: I have checked your internet search histories and all of you are quite kinky; one of you in particular! It will be fun to find out which. In other matters: All four of you are quite hateful toward other people in the world, though all the forms of your hate are different. I wish to make use of that hate, to make you love what you hate. Those are always the most fun changes." Delta finished with, "And now! We will start with the permanent changes to you and all your friends! Be careful now. This shit is permanent. Subsequent alterations might minimize previous alterations, but they won't change them!"
Delta pointed at Adrian, saying, "What do you want?"
"Kill all fags so I don't have to worry about them in the locker room!" Adrian said, as furious now as he had been when they first served him that academic probation hours ago, at the start of this terrible day. And then Adrian jerked as though he had been punched in the face, before righting himself. "What? No. I don't want to kill anyone, you fucking glowing fairy ass--"
"Ohhh! Sorry," Delta said, his voice the only one present in the room. "And now we come to the first of our prohibitions. I won't kill anyone for you. You need to do that yourself, but the people I change often don't want to hurt other people at all, so you probably won't be doing that after I'm done with you. But I will solve this 'faggot' problem for you. There. Now you're all gay. Adrian is a complete faggot, though. It's only fair that he only gets hard when getting another guy off."
It was like Paul had opened his eyes for the first time.
He looked upon Mark, and Adrian, and Leon, and saw studs.
Mark was a Korean guy from California with a tight body and a wonderful set of abs that led to a hairy crotch with the cutest little dick. They always made fun of him in the locker rooms for that tiny manhood, but he was the only one of them who pulled a girl every weekend for multiple reasons, not the least of which was that he was a grower, by a lot; not a shower.
He was fucking hot.
Why was he hot?
Why was Paul's cock rising to attention?
Ah. He was gay, then. Fun to know.
Adrian was Paul's long-time friend, but it was hard to see 'friend' right now when all Paul could see was those arms and that ass and those pecs. Adrian always got accused of being on gear, but he always passed every test they gave him; he was just built like that. His cock hung soft at probably four inches, but his balls were the real draw. They were huge. Big as large eggs, and hanging low in a hairy sack. He always attributed his gains to his big balls, and for some reason Paul wanted to lick them. He wanted to lick those muscle tits and sniff those hairy pits and kiss those cocksucking lips.
And then there was Leon.
Leon was the black kid from Florida with the actually-smallest cock on the team. It was three inches long both hard and soft, and it fit him well. Paul wanted to put the guy in cock cage and drill him from behind, making that thick black ass bounce as he kissed those thick pink lips.
Paul was Paul; his feelings over himself seemed to be the same. He was the tallest of the group, with the biggest cock at 9 thick inches. Looking down at himself, and over at Adrian, and considering how touchy Adrian was about fags... Had Adrian had been scared of him fucking his hole, or something?
Because he would love to fuck Adrian's hole right now. The idea had never appealed to him before, but it appealed to him now.
All of the guys looked ready to fuck, all of them silently looking at each other on the other sides of the square blue mat. Adrian looked especially horny, but his weird little mushroom cock was still soft. his huge balls hanging tight.
Delta smiled, saying, "There! Now that's better. Three of the four of you were homophobic, some worse than others, and now you're all turned on by men. Moving on." He pointed at Mark. "Your turn!"
Mark, ever the smarty, accused, "You said that whatever we wished for would be visited upon us, and then in reverse on our friends. Not whatever the fuck you just did."
Delta said, "I reserve the right to change wishes however I wish! Don't like it? Become an ascended being yourself." Delta pointed at him again, and this time Delta's voice was stronger. "What do you want?"
Mark struggled to shut his mouth but words pulled out of him anyway. "I want all trans people to--" He wrenched back, taking control of his words, but not fully, "--to be comfortable in their bodies!" Mark spat on the mat, glaring at the glowing guy. "Fuck you."
"No, my good pet, fuck you."
And then Mark's cock and balls inverted, his cock slipping backwards and his balls popping up out of his sack with an audible pair of pops, traveling under his skin and then inward. Red splashed where Mark's manhood used to be. Everyone stared.
Mark gasped, holding his pussy and then touching it, his finger going in--
He ripped his finger back out, exclaiming, "Holy shit it's a fucking pussy!"
Paul stared, feeling bad for him. Adrian winced, holding his own manhood.
Leon laughed. "Ha! Fucking tran--!"
"You too," Delta said, cutting Leon off before Leon could finish.
Leon stopped laughing and squirmed as his tiny black cock and balls went inside of his body and red splashed down. Leon gasped, touching himself, whispering, "No no no noooooo!"
Adrian said, "I want the biggest dick in the group."
