Easily Influenced

 Originally posted on Tumblr: Dec 30th 2024

 

My life has always been…difficult. You see it all started with my great-grandfather and getting his ass cursed. Was it by a witch, an object, a particularly motivated individual? No one knows, but one thing remains true; My father’s male bloodline is tainted with some form of magic. I had to learn this lesson very early.  When the curse first activated for me, I was too young to even understand. I’m what most people would call a shape shifter except, unlike the cool mutants or terrifying monsters in films, I have no control over my power. 

Imagine it, being a kid sitting on your dad’s lap when your aunt says, “Oh you’re just like your dad.” Suddenly, I’m my own dad, prattling on in the middle of a joke. Not understanding the stares I’m getting, before the screaming. My aunt gasped. As my dad’s sister, she was aware of the curse, but my mom was not. She yelled her head off. As for me, my mind was trapped inside of my dad’s. All his memories, thoughts, likes and dislikes were playing in my head. I could feel how he hated his sister’s cat, played computer games during work hours, and detested how our neighbors let their dog poop on our lawn. There were good things, such as I could genuinely feel his love for my mom, my older brother, and me. 

My body was on autopilot; my clothes were completely ripped apart. It took ‘me’ as my dad a minute to stop talking and hear my mom screaming to pick up what was going on. My dad already knew about the curse. So, when he found himself sitting on his own lap, the pieces came together. The ride home was a disaster. My parents arguing in the back, my older brother staring at me, my dad’s voice coming from my body saying, “Melinda calm down.” That only made things worse when we got home. My brother was sent upstairs, and they tried to send me too, but as my dad, that wasn’t gonna fly. Though after a few voice inserts from me they did make me hush up as it was an unfair two against one, for my mother. 

There were small cracks in their marriage before that, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with communication and time, but my sudden transformation was the final straw, my mom left us after that. 

I had a small fear I’d never be myself again, but that turned out to not be a concern. I’d come to learn while the initial shifting was quick, the change back was a much slower process. At first, my mind always gets overpowered by the personality of who I turn into, but as I turn back my own self starts to bleed in until it’s a mix of me and that person. Then, that’s when my body starts to regain its true features. Lastly, I lose most of the memories and knowledge that person has unless I make an effort to hold onto something specific. Thank God, as I didn’t need to know all the ins and outs of my parents’ relationship.

My dad sat me down and explained, amongst our family the curse was different for all the males, only tangentially related. For my dad, he had to follow commands if spoken with enough conviction. My grandfather had it the easiest, at least in my opinion, if he was told to shut up his mouth would disappear for a short amount of time. My great-grandfather was often compelled to compete with other people, usually men. 

As for my brother, I never really found out, not even to this day. One day he went from being my cooler jock older brother, to a recluse. He even finished college online and still lives with my dad. I hate the curse for that, even more than for myself. My curse struck first and was so more drastic than the rest of the family’s, however, my brother was always there for me. I was changed into my teachers and classmates throughout school, and my brother never once joked about it. Though I did change into my brother often as people couldn’t help but compare us. Then when I came out, people couldn’t help but relate me to gay actors they’ve seen on TV that I’m nothing like. I’m not saying it happened frequently but even twice was too much. Regardless, if I didn’t come home my brother would go out looking for me and drag me home. Then he’d just keep me company and talk till I was back to normal. If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t have been comfortable handling my curse, but he gave me the courage to do that. I have my own apartment, and I live in a different city now. So, it sucks I couldn’t do that for him. 

As for my curse, if someone compares me to another male I change into them. It’s immediate and no one outside of my family notices. The specifics of the curse are: Always male and they’re always older than me. It was simple enough to start with, but as I grew the magic of my curse grew too. Instead of simply tearing through my clothes, the curse eventually would craft an outfit for that person. And then, instead of becoming that person in the present, even if a photo of them had a version older than me I’d change into that version. I think what my dad and brother helped show me was that in the end it’d all be okay. Sure, it was annoying and a waste of a day or hours, but people couldn’t hold it against me. 

My mom never knew about the curse for the longest time as she was never a demanding person, even after marrying my dad. But when she married, she became a part of the family and immune to the magic that hid the curse. Ergo, freaking out on my change and divorcing dad. Dad showed me how when his curse was in effect how his eyes glazed over while he completed a task. 

Years of growing up like that led me to today, 25 and sitting on my best friend’s couch while she searched for a Halloween costume. The party was later tonight, but according to Bethany her break up with her ex recently had left her unable to decide.

“Dylan don’t just sit there: nurse or doctor tell me,” Bethany had run into the room like a tornado, two outfits on hangers in her hands while kicking up earlier discarded clothes on the carpeted floor. Her blond hair was frazzled. She was dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans. Way below her usual standard of clothing.  

The party was hours away, but she had countless outfits, but I didn’t see a big deal at the time, so I said, “Choose whatever you’re going to look good in it either way.”

“Ugh!” She threw her head back, turned towards her room and stormed off, “That’s not an answer, god you’re just like my ex sometimes!” 

“Oh fuck,” I muttered. The change started in my chest as my pecs rose pressing out and becoming visible through the shirt. Now I was pretty fit for my age but Beth’s ex, Matteo, was ripped. The dude lived, breathed, and sweated gym life. I’m not joking, most of the time I hung out with them as a couple the man was always coming back from a workout or run. A nice visual to see, his dark curls matted down, and sweat glistening off him, but hardly ever appropriate. He’d show up to a lunch date at the end of his run and just plop down next to Bethany. So now you see the kind of dude I was turning into. 

That left me in Beth’s apartment, my skin turning brown, biceps and shoulders destroying my short sleeves. Honestly, I sucked at other languages, but Spanish was now drilling its way into my skull. With a quick maneuver I managed to get my shoes off. Right on time as my feet began to expand with my soles stretching longer along with my toes. Shocked, I wiggled them, unable to process Matteo’s large clobbers. It had brought to my attention I had never once realized how fucking big Matteo was. My legs were stretching out, and my spine was going up. My straight blonde hair was lost to brown locks spilling out of my head and over my eyes. Matteo’s meaty ass ripped my pants apart. There wasn’t even a chance as those cheeks destroyed the spread. I rolled my eyes, that no doubt turned brown in that second, tingling.  There was no point in fighting it. I just let my mind go to the back seat as Matteo’s thoughts took over.

The curse’s magic however wasn’t done and finally began its work changing my clothes into a Matteo-appropriate outfit, which meant gray sweat shorts and muscle shirt. There was a bulge that clearly showed the outline of Matteo dick. He was certainly blessed, but it seemed this fucker didn’t wear underwear in the apartment as mine were now gone. Imagine freeballing someone else’s dick…Okay it’s hot, but also annoying. My body blinked as Matteo woke up and tried to figure out what he had just been doing. His feet were up, adidas tennis shoes down on the ground, viewing his clothes: Logical conclusion he had returned from a workout, but he didn’t smell like one.

Over 3 years of Beth’s dating Matteo, I had never once been turned into him. Now in a moment of anger she had inadvertently tampered with the rest of my day. My mind was going to need a min before meshing with Matteo’s and before I could take over. At this stage in my life, I had gotten pretty good at handling and guessing. I gave this one three hours. Bethany strode out in a sexy nurse outfit, white with red lining, a tiny nurse cap, and her hair tied back in a ponytail.

“Uh, Beth didn’t we break up?” Matteo scanned around the familiar room.  I’ll admit it’s weird to constantly think of myself in third person, but it does help keep me sane. Being in your body and not having control could drive a person crazy and what even is ‘self’ after that?

“Yeah, but since Dylan couldn’t make it, I needed someone to rate my outfits.” She smiled, running her hands along her body. The magic had made it seem in her mind I had been unavailable, so annoying. Instantly I could feel blood rushing to Matteo’s dick. One would think you wouldn’t notice but you do, when a big cock gets even bigger. The shorts the magic crafted did nothing to hide that fact. I spotted the head of Matteo’s dick searching for an exit on his right leg. My body leaned back, stretching the width of Matteo’s arms along the spine of the couch.

The muscles in my face formed a smirk as Matteo looked over his ex. “Well, I might need a closer look.” I already knew where this was going, and I began to zone out. Bethany walked over twirling around to show off the skimpiness of her dress and how well her body wore it. She landed over Matteo; the dude was very pleased. I was very bored. “Are we still broken up after this?”

“Oh, definitely.” Bethany said seductively leaning into Matteo’s neck, kissing it up to his ear while her hands pulled back his short’s right leg to expose his cock. “But that’s what makes break up sex so good.” She started to stroke his dick as their lips met. Those small hands of hers couldn’t properly wrap around Matteo’s cock, but she knew how to handle it expertly. And Matteo knew where to slide his hands to get her going. A few light touches on her sides, a graze of a finger, on her collarbone, throw in mini-massages, and Bethany was hooked. Going in for his kill, Matteo grabbed at Bethany’s left boob, while making out with her.

Before anyone tries to come at me with ethics, don’t bother. There wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop it, not this early into a transformation and certainly not for the first time either. A double whammy of bad luck. When I was younger, the simple thought of being compelled to sleep with strangers, or someone’s partner because that’s what the person desired stressed me out. It didn’t take me long to realize that also included taking on their sexuality. I had been so many– too many – straight guys looking to score. Annoyingly, through me, some did. One thing I feared above all else was getting someone pregnant, as another person. Due to the magic the baby would 100% be the child of the person I transformed into, no relation to me at all. A fucked situation for everyone involved.

People with partners were easy to understand, who wouldn’t want to be intimate with someone they love? But so many guys were horndogs to the core. If I turned into a straight dude at a bar, my eyes would be glued on the next woman waking in, rating her eyes, face, tits, and ass. Leaving ‘me’ in my own head to listen to the internal thoughts of the person I turned into. Funny enough, no matter how many times I ‘turned straight’ it never stuck. Sexuality was the one element that slid off my body like water once the transformation was over. I could’ve been the poster boy for anti-conversion therapy. 

If anything, I reached a point or realized it was all out of my hands. The stress I had wouldn’t change my situation. Blaming myself wasn’t right. The only guilty party would be the person or object that placed the curse.

All that to say, Matteo was pounding away at Bethany. Now I’ve dabbled in watching straight porn in my time, but if I couldn’t see the guy, what was the point? I watched Bethany ride Matteo’s on the couch, then flip her over and grind his hips into her that way. Her nails dug into his back, but Matteo hardly even felt it, but the part of my mind that was still me wanted to scream. Matteo dicked Bethany down until she couldn’t walk. She was left dazed, costume pulled down, and gasping for breath. He stepped out of the apartment, giving one last lingering glance to his ex, who he’d fuck into submission. She’d definitely be out until the party and probably have to go with the other costume. Matteo whistled walking to the parking lot, turning his head around as he looked upon the sea of cars. Took me a minute to process. He was probably looking for his car. The curse magic was strong, but it wasn’t working miracles. When he began to pat his clothes down to his keys, he finally found them. He pressed the alarm, walking over to my car, blaring. These weren’t his keys, or his car. There it was. The first crack in his thoughts, that started bringing my subconscious to the surface. It’d take more time for full control, but it was enough to make him get in the car and drive to my house even if he didn’t fully understand why.  He even strolled into my apartment, without a worry.

“Dylan, you here? I think I have your car…and house keys. No idea how I got them but…” When he didn’t get an answer. Going to the kitchen he still called my name while grabbing my hot Cheetos out the cabinet snacking on them. Back in the living room he laid his body on my couch with his SHOES still on. I had never transformed into someone so brazen in another person’s house. I wasn’t even that comfortable in my own place. He flicked on TV, but he was soon out, tired after a hard day’s fuck.

By the time I woke up, Matteo’s brain and mine were back as one.  “Oh shit,” I said with Matteo’s vocal cords as my mind became aware of all its actions. “I’m Dylan.” I sat up scratching my back looking around. I never noticed how drab my apartment was. Turns out Matteo’s thoughts were very unkind about my choice of decor. I walked to the shower peeling my clothes off, dropping them on the floor along the way. A flick, and the bathroom light was on. Now I got a chance to see Matteo’s body. There was a mirror directly across from the doorway, and I let my attention drift between both. I will admit, I did helicopter his penis, but I swear that was from his immature side, not mine. My side may have had me jacking off his dick in the shower, and staring at the mirror, but whatever. I deserved something for my trials and tribulations. The perfect storm actually, my sexuality and his libido. I shot twice because his body craved it so much. Staggering out of the shower shopping wet, hard cock swaying in the air thanks to his reflection, I reached for a towel. 

The walk back to my bedroom wasn’t nearly as fun. I took out my costume and placed it on the bed: Woody from Toy story. A more unique idea, when Beth and Matteo were going to be Jessie and Buzz, but the breakup stopped that. My costume wasn’t built for Matteo’s muscles, but the transformation would be over by tonight anyway. I wasted time working out and honestly anything to keep my hands off Matteo’s dick It was like catnip. When it started to fade even more, and my body lost the ability to perform a pull up I headed to the grocery store. I had been planning to go earlier before my day was rudely interrupted.

By the time my shopping was done I was back to normal. I strode out into the parking lot with a smile on my face. I may have forgotten Matteo’s workout regime, but I wasn’t going to forget that dick any time soon. Unlocking my trunk, I placed the bags inside and closed it. As I returned the cart, however I saw an older lady struggling to lift a watermelon out of her cart. 

“Would you like help?”

She put her hands together, smiling “Yes please! The worker helped me get it in, and I knew my husband could do it at home, but I forgot about this part.

“No worries, ma’am.” I bent over and lifted the heavy melon up. Suddenly I was missing Matteo’s muscles a lot more. After carefully placing it down, I turned to her with a quick nod before walking off.

“Such a sweet young man you are. You remind me of my grandson.” She headed to her car, While I was fucked hearing those words. My body froze the moment the words were processed. Magic went to work on my spine, forcing itself straighter, her grandson must have had good posture. For the second time that day I was gaining height rapidly. This dude was even taller than Matteo, a good 6’5 and my clothes were already warping. Only downside was he wasn’t as buff so no thickness to show off, but my muscles still grew.

So, there I was, changing in a parking lot, giving a full show no one could see. My face elongated, jaw pulling down into a rectangular shape as my ears stuck out even more. Not a blemish anywhere on his face.  Hair erupted on the lower half of my body, itching and torturing me as I couldn’t scratch it. Meanwhile my head hair slicked back neatly combed as my hands delicately patted it. A dark steel gray suit came over me as a royal blue shirt wrapped around my torso. My shoes became, black pointed…Grimentin shoes. Shoe brands were not something I knew but the more I thought about them, I even realized the suit was Burberry and custom made. Then it hit me, right before my ‘self’ sunk into the recess of my mind: this guy was vain.

The first thing he did was whip out his cell phone to check his hair. He turned his head left and right making sure it was still perfect. A handsome man alright. Whereas Matteo was an athlete, this guy, Seth, had the build of a model. The older lady pulled out of her parking spot honking at me.

“Thank you, sweetie!”  she stuck her hand out her driver’s side window to give a goodbye. 

“You’re welcome nanna!” Seth waved her off. The moment she was out of view, Seth’s smile dropped. He had nice thoughts about his grandmother, but there were other more primal thoughts rising to the surface as he watched her disappear. This dude wanted to get laid. A good boy in front of his grandmother but was a freaking gay slut. Not gonna lie, I cheered. Men were exactly what I was craving. Too bad he wouldn’t be able to find HIS car in the parking lot.  What he did find was a guy walking out of the store in gray sweats and a salmon hoodie. The outline of his package was ridiculous bouncing against the fabric with every step. Seth was like a fucking hawk. The man opened the trunk of his SUV grabbing one of his reusable bags as the cart started to roll away. Seth swooped in and saved the day, hands clutching onto the bar.

They started up a conversation, and Seth was smooth. The man wasn’t giving any sexual vibes in preference, but his dick was pretty vocal as Seth spun together honey words to complement the dude. I didn’t even try to remember what he’d said, but why bother. It became obvious at a point Seth was going to get laid and so was I. The two horny fucks barely even went anywhere, just a simple move of the SUV to the empty side of the parking lot. Then the two were on top of each other in the back seat. I wanted sex but honestly had not been expecting the layer of exhibitionism between the two. Come on, having sex in a parking lot with people only a few hundred feet away? Daredevils.

Seth pulled down those sweats like he was dying of hunger for the meat hidden there, and his new companion was just as eager sliding his face over Seth’s crotch. They had a good 69 before, their hands started wandering. Then, Seth was sitting in the man’s lap bouncing up and down, watching people go by with a hand over his mouth to keep his voice from getting out. Not long after Seth had the other guy doing the same. I let myself enjoy the sensations of skin on skin, and fingers grappling asses.

The orgasm Seth had deep inside the other man’s ass was out of this world. The sweats the other man was dressed in did a fantastic job at hiding his sleeper-build body. His muscular ass rode Seth’s cock slapping against his thighs and greedily milking his cock. How could Seth not enjoy having a load up his ass and putting one into the same guy? Don’t misunderstand me I’m all for safe sex but Seth was riskier when he was on the hunt for cock, especially the way the cock was hanging in those sweats. The dude hadn’t hidden THAT and probably didn’t intend to as he was going commando without a single layer of clothing under. Luckily for me, the magic of the curse back would prevent consequences on my body.

Though Seth was typically more of a bottom, he wouldn’t let this other dude go. After he came, Seth started to slowly fuck the dude again pulling him close. Seth was horny for this guy beyond belief. Their eyes met briefly before averting both their gazes. Oh. There was a connection between the two of them, this was beyond a quick fuck. Spend enough of your life viewing it through the eyes of another and it’s obvious to sense. Not that it happened frequently, but enough to know the look. 

Two more rounds finished, and the guys finally unlinked. I won’t lie; I was swimming in bliss. For too long I was denied and finally I got some amazing sex. As the two dressed, Seth hopped in the front seat to pull the passenger mirror down and fix his outfit. His hair was wet and wild, skin flushed, dress shirt crinkled. This was a look he could only be satisfied with after a good fuck. Still, he spent a few more mins trying to get his hair back.

When the two were about to part, I left my sex daze briefly, forcing all my willpower to influence Seth. Give him your number. And thankfully, my body obeyed. Seth, the real Seth could figure it all out later. No way he’d deny sex from this guy and once he was in that ass again, GAME OVER. 

I managed to get home. Seth drove my car, but at least my groceries were still intact. My mind was mostly integrated back, fucking so much tended to waste time like that. Stepping back into my apartment I played all my food away then collapsed on the couch, I wasn’t going anywhere until it was close to party time.

At 8 my phone rang loudly; I jolted awake to see Bethany had called me several times. Answering, I ran to the bathroom to make sure I was back to normal.

“Finally, I’ve been sitting out here for ten minutes.” Bethany said

“So sorry I just hopped out of the shower, getting dressed now.” Before she could say anything else I hung up, then ran to put on my Woody costume. When I ran outside Beth was yelling in her doctor’s outfit, telling me never to hang up on her. I apologized and gave ‘sorrys’ and nodded my head. On the drive over, I directed the flow of conversation to avoid any slip of the tongue from her that would lead to my transformation. 

Turning into the 1300 block of Asherwood, we could hear the music blaring. Our friend Susan and her roommates were throwing the Halloween party of the year. A few people in costume were out on the lawn, alcohol in hand. Beth parked the car and then we made our way inside. I got a few callouts for my costume, mostly drunk dudes shouting “Woody” at me and another guy grabbing his crotch while doing it.

“Ugh, Beth rolled her eyes, “So fucking immature, what are they teenagers?” Before she could go on, a body slid up behind her. 

“I’m glad we can see each other again.” Matteo was dressed as a mummy and nuzzling her neck. “You. Listen this afternoon was a onetime thing, “she tried to sound agitated but couldn’t. Most likely due to the fuck I gave her earlier. I did not want to see how the rest played out and excused myself. I was moving around the party for a good hour before I tried to make my way to the bathroom. On my way up the stairs, a drunk dude passingly said.

“Oh shit, you’re fit is awesome you look just like the other cowboy! Are you two a pair?” 

No, it wasn’t a pair outfit. He was so wasted; dude couldn’t even tell I was wearing a movie outfit. No time to yell back as my body was already changing. 6’0ft was the height for this guy. My body thickened as muscles appeared, and my shirt stretched. The tearing was loud to me but ignored by everyone else as my shirt vanished. The cow print faded into a simple black as did my hat and boots. The red bandanna on my neck turned into a cool dark blue.  My skin became a warm gold color as my hair turned jet black.

“Fuck!” I said “I gotta piss!” My new persona for the evening, Keith, pushed past the drunk and ran into the bathroom. I whipped out his 7 soft inches of cock meat and fired at the toilet. Basking at himself in relief, Keith stared at his reflection in the mirror. Keith Young second generation Japanese American, with a pennant for putting his dick where it didn’t belong. For example, other people’s girlfriends and boyfriends.

Part of Keith did wonder how he got to the bathroom SO quickly. However, he was more concerned over who he was gonna fuck that night. There were a lot of girls who seemed to want attention, and perhaps their boyfriends did too, and if that led to a fight, so be it. 

All the while I groaned. The real Keith was probably still down there. That’d be awkward when we inevitably ran into each other. The magic would sort that out, but I did not look forward to the punches inevitably coming Keith’s way.

It was going to be a long night at the party, but eventually like all things, this night would come to an end. Just another day in my difficult life…but with a bit more sex.