Skin tight

A loud growl from my stomach (or possibly Devon’s) shook me out of the moment.

Without thinking, I took Devon’s hand to help him out of bed.

“Whoa!”

“Yeah,” I replied. Just touching him seemed erotic. I didn’t have time to spend another hour fucking around.

I will adjust the feedback, you are still in expanded sensitivity mode. With your permission?

Oh, better. Much less distracting.

“Thats so....why is it so fucking HOT to touch your hand?”

“Tell your AI to dial back the erotic sensitivity,” I explained, gently. “You will need to provide some active guidance until it gets better at figuring you out.”

I helped him to his feet — he seemed almost weightless to me with my enhanced strength — and together we got to the little kitchen where Phil waited. He was eating a dumpling — using a fork, to my annoyance.

“Before you say anything, they forgot to give me chopsticks,” he said. “You’ll have to make do. Also, these dumplings are mine, the rest is yours. I’m guessing you guys can eat like a beast these days, so I got a ton of food.”

“That smells AMAZING,” Devon said. “You must be Phil. Sorry about all this.”

“Don’t be sorry, you guys have had enough worries. Dig in.”

I had nearly forgotten how much sheer quantity of food I was eating when the suit was first integrating, but it felt like Devon was out eating me. I was hungry, of course, but he ate like a man possessed. Which I suppose he was.

While Devon greedily sucked back a quart of soup and powered through some beef lo mein, I covered some basic logistics with Phil.

“First thank you so much, buddy. You may have saved our lives. Second, are your parents around?”

“They should be home tonight.”

“Think they’d mind if we crashed with you?”

“Probably not,” he mused. “They might freak seeing you, though. Oh shit, man, what about YOUR folks?”

“I’m going to have to deal with that when they arrive.”

Your parents have a hotel booked and have made some arrangements already. They have also sent several messages while you were otherwise occupied.

“Speaking of, give me a sec,” I begged. I spent a little while replying to their messages and checking a few options. They were doing what they could from the plane, but with the AI’s help, we had taken advantage of online bookings systems and soon had insurance auditors and other practical things lined up. Anything that didn’t require human interaction was set, and all I could do was await returned messages for the rest. The big remaining concern was actually seeing them, or rather them seeing me. I couldn’t exactly hide what I’d become, but the question was how much to tell them.

“Take all the time you need.”

“Wait, didn’t I just ignore you for like ten minutes?”

“No?”

He is referring to the accelerated perception you displayed. Our link allows you to process digital actions far more quickly.

“I’m already done.” I took another bite. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

“Seriously that couldn’t have been ten seconds, much less ten minutes.”

“Damn, boy, you got another super power,” Devon said. “Now you wanna be Cyborg too? He ain’t even Marvel.”

Phil was lost, so between mouthfuls of garlic pork, I explained.

“That’s so neat,” he said. “But also a little scary.”

“Speaking of scary,” Devon said, “now that I’m almost full, we gotta talk about phase two.”

Phil looked confused.

“Someone wanna explain?

“Might be easier to display what the AI is saying so we are all on the same page,” I said. Phil’s TV screen turned on and the AI hijacked the streaming device.

Devon’s AI remains in protective mode. As such I can only add to the code base while maintaining direct contact. However, I did manage to reinforce the key protections you overlaid my directives with. I cannot be certain how effective my safeguards will be without frequent direct contact.

“Does that mean more sex? Because we gotta set up some boundaries, man...” Phil moaned.

Phase one for Mark was to achieve your initial suit goals of strength enhancement, plus the directives I deduced while learning to interface with you. That phase is complete and you have been enhanced to the degree possible while still within the bounds of human possibility. Phase one for Devon was primarily to enhance his ability to satisfy your sexual needs without injury, and to add some “extras” associated with the bonding we have already undergone. I project only two days are needed to accommodate that goal, as the nanotechnology has become much more efficient.

Phase two addresses the option to pursue more fantastic alterations. Among your possible goals are sizes, shapes, and configurations that are not possible while you are bound by human norms and genetics. Safeguards are in place to preserve your core systems, but I have been learning at a significant rate how to decentralize my own programming. I project that it may be possible to do that with your core self as well. That is a longer term goal, however. Phase two represents a hybrid mode, in which you would have more direct control over your form as needed.

Phil and Devon’s eyes were like saucers.

“That is some serious sci-fi shit,” Devon said.

“Is that even, I dunno, safe?”

My core programming demands safety for Mark Prentice. Phase two will increase his safety, as his physical form will become more durable and adaptable. With Phase Three, his core software will be resistant to deletion or obsolescence.

“And me?” Devon asked.

Ensuring your safety is a secondary goal for me, but your own AI has been tasked with your safety and enhancement. It is effectively a clone of my core, but will evolve to meet your requirements.

“So I’m gonna be like Mark?”

I am uncertain. Your initial requirements were geared to specific modifications. However, your AI has proven resistant to external directives. I believe as you integrate more fully, you will be able to reach an understanding.

For a few moments, nobody said a word. Then Phil broke the silence.

Phil looked at me seriously. “Can you disable that thing for s minute?” I nodded and did so.

“Mark, have you gone crazy or something?” Phil asked.

“I told you...”

“Yeah, you did, but I never really understood until just now. You built that thing to make you strong, right? And you said it got confused about what you really wanted, so instead of a suit you have — “

“A much more integrated suit.”

“And it’s in your head. Maybe that’s why you can’t see this. You said it can alter your brain chemistry and hormones. Maybe it doesn’t want you to see this.”

“This? What ‘this’?”

“Dude, if you change everything about your body, are you even you anymore?”

“Dude, if you change everything about your body, are you even you anymore?”

"Wow, really? What's with all the deep philosophical stuff? And you always give me grief about --"

"I'm serious, man," he said. "I have spent half the summer wrestling with who I am, and who YOU are. You are my friend and I don't want to lose you. I almost lost you once because I'm stupid, but you don't have that excuse."

He stomped off into the bedroom, and Devon gave me a really uncomfortable look. Then the door opened again, and Phil came out with a blanket and a pillow.

"I'm wiped. I'll crash for a bit on the couch. You guys take the bed if you want," he said. "I need a few hours if I"m going to drive you to meet your folks. Might want to figure out how to solve that problem while you decide if you want to rewrite your DNA or whatever."



My grumpy friend had a point. Well, two. One, he was right about timing -- I had a few hours before I'd be expected to deal with my folks. And two, well..... yeah, I wasn't 100% certain about where the line between me and sentient nano-goo might be. I needed some me time to think it through, so I left the AI in silent mode and instructed it to alert me when my folks landed.

Devon was tired, too, exhausted from his still evolving transformation. He curled up pretty quickly on the bed, but I sat typing away at Phil's desk for a while, losing myself for a bit while I got started on paperwork and lining things up. My folks called but couldn't talk just then. I shot them a quick text but there was no reply -- a quick consult of their itinerary showed they'd be in the air for another few hours. I had a little time, at least, to figure out what to say.

Sorry for the short update.

"You guys still alive?"

This from Phil, poking his head in the door. His eyes were shut.

"Please tell me you're not still going at it," he said. "on my bed. Either way, you're washing those sheets after we all shower."

"I'm awake," I said. "Didn't sleep great. Devon's still asleep."

Inaccurate. Devon is now awake, but may not be fully articulate; he is fully occupied acclimatizing to his AI.

"Sorry, he's kinda out of it for a bit longer. But I'm starving. If you have food, I can cook, it's the least I can do."

"Already ahead of you. I need about fifteen more minutes and the bacon will be done. I'll do a quick fritatta." Oh, right. Phil liked to cook. For me it was more of a necessary life skill, but he was actually good at it. "Maybe lover boy will be awake by then." He ducked back out. I heard music start in the kitchen, probably an effort to tune us out politely.

"I'm awake," Devon said. "I feel weird."

"I know the feeling."

"No," he said. "I mean, I'm still trying to figure boundaries out with Sparky here. Been arguing in my head for a while, but that's not really it. I mean, physically, I feel weird."

I looked him over with a practiced -- and somewhat enhanced -- eye. My AI interpreted my intent and fed me vitals.

"You're a little flush, but that make sense. There's a lot going on under the hood."

"This is gonna sound weird, but my ass ...." he hesitated.... "my ass feels weirdly empty."

"Oh."

"Yeah. And I'm hungry."

"Working on part of that, if you missed it. But the other -- well, you know what we talked about."

"I'm a little scared to test it out."

We eyed each other awkwardly for a moment, then he shook his head. "Fine," he grumbled. "Take a look?"

"I'll send you video if you want."

"Damn that's weird. Cool, but weird. For now, just tell me, okay?" He threw off the covers.

Devon gingerly rolled over and positioned himself to showcase his ass; the minute he did, a scent hit me - hard. It wasn't the normal smell of sex or ass, smells I'd grown accustomed to lately. This was almost a cinnamon scent with a hint of -- something....

Whatever it was, it was enticing, and my monstrous dick sprung an epic, 20-inch boner, firmly lodged in my pecs. I ached for him. My heart thudded in my chest and I felt a little dizzy.

Devon is producing a scent and pheromones geared specifically for your arousal.

At that precise moment, I felt like the entire *universe* was built for my arousal. I reached out with a shaky hand to touch his fantastic and perfect ass.

The moment I did, the arousal *ramped up*, as his small brown pucker irised open.

"Holy fuck," I said, but my tongue had other plans. I'd never rimmed anyone before, but Devon had teased my ass before with his tongue.

Your inexperience will matter little. Your mere touch will cause adequate response, even without my amplifying the feedback for you. Would you like me to show you a technique video?

No, I thought. I need to do this myself.

I practically dove into him, parting his cheeks with two large hands and planting my face deep within. I breathed in his essence, barely noticing that his smell was completely lacking in the usual bacterial and fecal scents one would expect down there. His entire ass was hairless and smooth, and his soft, curly leg hair sparse on his thighs. But I barely noticed that, either, not consciously.

My tongue darted to his pucker and began to tease it; every tiny touch was like silk and before I knew it I'd planted my tongue as far in as it would go. There I found a nectar, a spiced lubricating fluid not unlike pre-cum, and my tongue could not get enough of it.

I barely notice Devon flailing helplessly in pleasure; my whole world was focused where my mouth and his ass met, and where my tongue continued to explore. I'd never tasted anything like it, and each dart and lick of my tongue caused more of it to seep out.

You should find the fluid very pleasant to ingest, though it is intended primarily to ease your passage into him.

I want more, how can I get more, give me more!

I anticipated your desire to please Devon through this technique. May I activate something that will allow you to do so?

Yes, dammit!

And to my shock, my tongue -- strained at what had been maximum length -- seemed to suddenly shoot forth with an odd snapping sensation. New, raw tastebuds and sensory input flooded my mind but was quickly disrupted by a sudden tightening of his hole around my entire tongue. It was more than I could stand, and I blew my first load of the day.

Above me, Devon gasped and moaned even more, and I could tell he'd just shot an epic load himself.

Your tongue has been enhanced, Mark. Previously, it was approximately 3.4 inches 8.6 cm. It can now extend up to 22.8 cm or 9 inches when you wish it to do so. You should be able to retract it to normal length by deciding to do so.

Seriously? Of course I tried. Yup, I could certainly do that thing. And I had really good control over it. I tentatively stuck out my tongue, then stuck it out further -- and licked my own eyebrow.

Devon rolled over smiling, and chuckled. "Well, that's a super power they won't show on TV!" He lazily probed his crack with his fingers as I leaned back panting.

"Whoa, that smell is me?"

"Apparently. Your magical butt is literally built to drive me wild. I mean, it was before, but now it's actually true." We both giggled stupidly.

A growl -- still not really sure which of us produced it -- from someone's empty stomach broke the moment. Food.

Phil had a nice little spread set up, and we walked in just as the frittata came out from the broiler. There was a mound of bacon and four slices of sourdough waiting for us too. Phil quickly served up piping hot eggs while I poured us each a coffee.

We happily tucked in -- Phil was a good cook -- but I noticed an odd look on my friend's face.

"It's the oddest thing," he said. "I keep smelling cinnamon, but there isn't any in any of this stuff."

We never did tell him why we laughed so hard at that.

I have some thoughts. Been a little preoccupied with the real world and my other stories, but this one is definitely a fave. Glad you like it.

Mark will have to sort things out with his family of course, and there is a vague ending I hope will be made clear to me once I get back in this groove.

“So,” Phil said, “Either you tell me why you’re laughing about cinnamon, of all things, or you tell me what you plan to say to your folks.”

“Cinnamon buns is my new nickname for Devon,” I said.

Totally worth it for the look on Devon’s face. He actually blushed.

“Uh huh,” Phil said, nonchalantly gnawing on a piece of bacon. “And your folks?”

I had no answer for that.

“There’s so much to explain,” I said, at length.

“Way I see it, You either tell hem what’s going on, or you dig a deep hole of lies. I don’t think they’re going to buy anything you cook up.”

Devon merely watched us, saying nothing. He was the newcomer here.

“hi mom, hi dad, I’m Gay, here’s my boyfriend, and by the way I have permanently altered my body and my boyfriend’s in a super science experiment,” I said. “Sorry I burned down the houses how was your trip?”

“Dumb ass. You didn’t burn down the house. Lightning struck your house.”

“Whoever thought that would be the easier part to explain?”

“Good luck explaining the half a foot you’ve added, and the hundred pounds of muscle you’ve gained in the last couple months.”

“I could explain it as experimental treatment, I guess.”

That is an accurate statement. There are seven teams of researchers, each of which has had some input into the various parts of your development, who could substantiate that claim. Although they are unaware that their subject is a teen genius, or that their colleague is an artificial intelligence.

“Yeah, but if they think I was experimented on, they’ll worry. And if they worry, they’ll want me to see doctors and lawyers will be part of it.”

“I’d just be straight with them,” Devon finally said. “Any cover story you come up with, they’ll eventually figure out, and I know my parents could always sniff out a lie. Then they would get mad, or worse, disappointed. Just...tell them. If they freak out, they freak out, and you deal with that.”

He was right, of course. I mean, he hadn’t really freaked out when....huh.

Yes, it would be possible to repeat the process you followed with Devon. Or rather, something similar. A limited use strain could be delivered that would....Prevent overreaction, I suppose.

“Apparently, I could load them up with some short-term nanos to keep them calm,” I said.

“Dude, do you even hear yourself?” Phil said, visibly put out. “You’re talking about mind controlling your own parents.”

“No! Not that, just ...making sure they’re receptive and don’t freak out.”

“I can’t believe you’re okay with that.”

“Phil, what if they DO freak out?”

“Then they freak out. They kick you out. So what, you’re legal and you’re apparently loaded now, and nobody will fuck with a guy that looks like he could break a linebacker in half,” Phil said.

“I get where you’re coming from. But it’s still a lot to dump on them at once.”

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that,” Phil said, sourly. “But look at us, man. It was bump in the road. You’re my bro, always, even if I was stupid for a few months.”

Unfortunately, there are other dangers, should your parents react poorly to your changes. Unwanted government attention is the primary concern. While i have covered your digital tracks, physical records are less easy to manipulate, and your current form has become significantly different as to draw attention, particularly among those you are closest to.

“Just sayin’,” Devon said, “It ain’t worth lying to them about all this. They’re going to know.”

I sighed.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I”m just....not looking forward to that conversation.”

“That reminds me,” said Devon. “I don’t think anything about me has changed enough for anyone to notice. Nothing visible, at least,” he said, with a hint of a blush, “so I planned to tell my folks later this week. Maybe introduce you if you’re willing.”

Devon was a keeper.

“I mean, my grandma and aunties might be a little pissed your’e a white guy, but they all married smart guys, so you’re half way there. And I’ve meant to come out to them for ages.”

That reminded me. “What about your folks, Phil?”

“Nothing to say. If they get too curious I’ll worry about it then, but for now they’ll just be surprised you shot up and bulked up.”

* * *

So it was settled, and none too soon. We had only just finished the breakfast dishes and bunged the poor sheets into the washer when my parents called. I promised them I’d pick up their favorite Thai takeaway, and meet them at home. And that’s where they found me, sitting in the half-light, waiting for them in all my transformed trans human glory. I’d signal Devon when the time was right; until then, I was on my own.

Shall I calm your anxiety?

No. Wait, yes, but only a very small amount, please,

Instantly, my fears calmed down. Again, just in time, as I heard the car pull into the driveway...