Chronivac AI Part 07

“You’ve got to be joking!” Scott stamped his foot for some kind of emphasis, but the squeakiness in his voice along with what barely even sounded like a bump made it almost impossible to take seriously. It also didn’t help that he barely came up to Brandon’s chest. “I’m even gayer than I was!”

“Sorry,” Brandon shrugged.

“Sorry!?” Scott shouted. He drew out a finger pointing it right into Brandon’s chest. “You’re about… to be… s-s-s…” The words fell flat as the finger he was pointing, pressed harder into the muscle. His whole hand went to caressing Brandon’s pec. He leaned more of his body weight forward, resting it on the much stronger man.

Brandon could feel himself getting hard again. And the way Scott’s shirt tented, it was pretty obvious what he was thinking as well. Even if Brandon had only said it as a joke, he figured the Chronivac had made it so whenever someone Scott wanted to have sex with was ready to go, he’d be far more than willing. Scott’s body grew more attracted to Brandon by the second.

His tongue licked up the beads of sweat dripping from skin. Scott’s body shuttered in pleasure. A deep moan escaped from his lungs as he lapped all the way up the pecs. “Good boi,” Brandon said. “I’m starting to think I won’t need to train you all that much.” Scott wiggled in excitement, hearing the compliment.

However, it didn’t last long as a loud beating on the door brought both of them out of their sexual haze. “Hey! I know you’re in there! It’s after you’re done with your livestream so open up!”

“Shit!” both said in unison. Their bodies moved quickly as though to try to cover themselves up but it wasn’t fast enough. Greg opened the door as though he owned the place and walked in.

“C’mon…” he groaned, seeing Brandon’s naked body. His cock was still hard from Scott being on top of him and was currently pointed in Greg’s direction. “You said you’d be done by now.”

“We--We are,” Brandon said.

“Really?”

Greg was far from impressed. But then again, he didn’t seem to think seeing the big hunk of man completely in the nude was out of the ordinary either. His eyes maintained a normal comfortable talking position with Brandon’s face as though this was nothing he hadn’t seen a hundred times before. “R-really,” Brandon answered.

“Good, cause I don’t want to do this project on my own. Got it?” Greg said. Despite his size, he had an amazing amount of confidence. He was just a bit bigger than Scott was now, but acted as though he was bigger than Brandon. “So where’s your part of the project?”

“My--My part?”

That wasn’t the right answer. The heavy sigh from Greg made it clear he wasn’t joking around. “Yes. Your part. Or were you too busy working out that you completely forgot about it?”

“I--”

Greg approached him and pressed a finger, hard into Brandon’s chest. Brandon’s buff nudity didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. “Listen you big dumb brute. I’m not going to do this project all by myself. Got it? I want a little bit of help. So… So...” he suddenly stopped and almost looked confused by what he was about to say. The narrow focus in his eyes widened to utter confusion.

“It’s alright,” Brandon said. “I’ve got some of it done. I just need to pull it up.” He quickly went to his phone and pulled up the Chronivac. However, the realization of why Greg suddenly lost his train of thought. ‘Greg is a big and dumb softie,’ was the last thing listed in there. “Hey! You can’t do that!” he shouted at the Chronivac. “All I wanted was to make it so I already had most of the project finished.”

‘Brandon is finished with the project.’ Quickly appeared on the page. Memories started to flood into his mind. But instead of him working diligently in the library or at the very least surfing the web, he remembered doing a private show for a couple of the guys who watched his livestreams. All they wanted was a more intimate experience where he would personally say their names and cry out to them while he felt himself up. Thirty minutes of his life gone but within 48 hours they had finished the project with such diligence and professional quality that he’d get an A without even having to look up a single thing. What was even better was that they produced a smaller document with everything inside that was important and would be able to answer any question the teacher might have asked him about.

“That’s not what I meant!” Brandon screamed at his phone.

“Aww shit bro… Have you really not done anything?” Greg asked. The normal confidence he carried turned to concern. His body wobbled back and forth as the changes in his body started to speed up. It started pretty simply, a little bit of extra weight on his arms. With each of his paces around the room, his legs grew a little bit longer. They quickly filled out with muscle. His jeans looked painted on. Each of his quads showed through the tough fabric while his firm muscular butt pushed far out behind him.

But they couldn’t hold on forever. But instead of bursting, the fabric loosened up. The dark denim loosened into a more flowy fabric of sweat pants. “What are we going to do?” Greg asked again. His hands went to his head, sliding through his hair. The somewhat shaggy brown hair seemed to be clipped away by his fingers. When his hands pushed all the way to the back of his scalp it was nearly all gone.

Scott moved in. His small head rested against Greg’s chest. Each second seemed to fill out those two muscles even more. The flat surface grew into hard muscle that pushed against the shirt. “I can think of a thing or two,” Scott purred. His finger started to trace the developing muscles.

Greg let out a long stupid, “uhhhh…” His mind seemed to have stopped as his body tried to figure out what was going on. The sharp narrow focus widened to an almost dumb vacant look. Confusion filled every bit of his face as he wondered what Scott could have meant. “What?”

“Let me show you,” Scott chuckled as his hands went underneath Greg’s shirt. The plain colored T-shirt had changed to one reflecting the local bar with Security written in big bold letters on the back. His arms filled the sleeves perfectly, almost stretching them under their size and strength. Each time he moved it lifted ever so slightly showing off his hairy meaty mid section.

However, he hadn’t been hired because he was tough; he was hired because he looked tough. Having someone who was a good 6’4” and near 300 pounds of meat was a good enough reason for anyone to not want to start a fight. But feeling Scott’s hands on his skin, running through the thick fur on his bit of a belly made him jump back. The sudden sensation felt so foreign and strange to him.

“Wha-What?” Greg stammered as he tried to get a hold of himself.

That didn’t stop Scott as he pushed forward. His small body moved with grace and confidence. “C’mon big guy,” he rested his hand on Greg’s meaty chest again, giving it a light push. Greg fell backwards onto the bed. “I just want to relieve some of that stress…”

The coo in Scott’s voice only seemed to make Greg even more confused. Especially as his body showed how much he liked it. A firm but small tent poked up in his sweatpants. “I--I--I” he stammered as he tried to think of some kind of defence for it.

“It’s alright big guy,” Scott said. His hands grabbed onto the soft gray material and dropped them down to Greg’s ankles. Scott took his chance to climb up on the giant and caress his body. “I have guys do it all the time.”

“But… But…” Greg tried to find an escape route but didn’t know where to go. He could have easily picked the man who weighed half as much as him up but each time he tried to grip his shirt, Scott would gently run his fingers over Greg’s sensitive body, making the big man lose all his strength. His hips bucked at the sensation. He fought off the orgasm that felt closer by the second.

“What’s a big, strong man like yourself acting so weak?” Scott taunted. He spun himself around, making sure as much of his small body was on Greg as he could get. “Someone like you probably gets all kinds of propositions.” His mouth kissed the tip of Greg’s dick and then opened slowly as he pushed it in his mouth. He made sure to make as many joyous sounds as he could.

Greg tried his best to keep himself from finishing. He knew he was far smaller than Scott would have been used to, but that only made it feel all the better. His hands gripped the sheets of the bed as tightly as he could, but Scott just wouldn’t stop. “I--I haven’t…”

For a second Scott stopped. “You haven’t?” He turned around, sitting up at full attention. “You mean someone as big and strong and handsome as you hasn’t ever had their dick inside someone?” The teasing smile was amplified by Scott’s soft touches.

But Greg shook his head. “I… I haven’t.” He muttered in embarrassment. Scott’s smile broadened as he shimmied backwards. “Wa-Wait!” Greg tried to say, but Scott had pushed Greg’s cock inside him. The slightly less than average member quickly throbbed at the sensation.

Despite all of Scott’s experience, his hole was tight. At least in comparison to everything that it had taken before. It squeezed tightly against the cock, only adding to the sensation. “That’s it big guy! You can do it!”

Greg was taken aback. He couldn’t think at the moment. All the sounds he could make were guttural and incoherent. He gripped the bed beneath him even tighter. The sensation, he didn’t want it to end. He loved the feeling. Especially as Scott complimented him. He didn’t have anything to worry about.

With one final bounce from Scott, Greg felt his hips bucked. It was completely out of his control as he felt himself finish. His body went on auto pilot as nature quickly took over. And just like nature, there tended to be quite a bit of a mess afterwards.

“Oh God…” Greg stared blankly. He seemed confused by what had just happened. “What was that?”

“That,” Scott’s face beamed with delight, “was sex.” His body leaned forward again to use Greg’s body as a body pillow. He wormed his way into the big spoon and cuddled with the big man.

Brandon meanwhile cursed himself for enjoying the show. He couldn’t believe what had just happened despite watching it so many times. But he couldn’t believe just how much this little device seemed to know his tastes despite only being around for about 24 hours. Brandon quickly found a pair of shorts and hoped they were clean while he excused himself from his own room to find a quiet place to think.