Chronivac AI Part 06

“What the hell did you do to me!” Scott shouted as he gripped Brandon by the collar and pushed him against the wall. It wasn’t nearly as threatening as it had ever been. Especially as Brandon looked down on him now. He must have only been 5’10” now and maybe still weighed 170 pounds. But it wasn’t the same hard muscle it had been.

Brandon accepted the anger and let himself be pushed against the wall. He threw his hands up defensively. “I didn’t do anything. Swear.”

“But you know what’s happening,” Scott sneered. “Less than an hour ago I was the best athlete this fucking school had ever seen and now… Fuck… Every guy here thinks I want to get fucked by them.”

“Do you want to?” Brandon pried. The slight longing feeling in Scott’s voice seemed to give him away.

However, the smirk on Brandon’s face made Scott shove him into the wall again. “No,” his voice cracked. He could hear it as well. “Stop it! Whatever you’re doing stop! Okay?”

“Look, I didn’t do anything. But…” Brandon thought about it. “I might be able to change it back.”

“Good,” Scott let go of him. “Do it then.”

Brandon pulled out his phone and opened up the Chronivac app. He looked through the last couple of things. The app sure had been busy. There were all sorts of things that Brandon had been talking about through the day and then the changes. “Shit…” he muttered.

“Shit? What do you mean shit!”

“I mean… I don’t know. It’s this app. It has a mind of its own…” Brandon said.

Confusion was plastered all over Scott’s face. He couldn’t quite process what any of it meant, but the fact that he was still losing weight was more on his mind. “Then stop it! Turn it off or something.”

“I thought I did!” Brandon shot back. “But apparently it’s still listening even in my pocket. Chronivac, change Scott back.”

Words started appearing on the screen. ‘Request denied. Based off previous interactions, this is a desired outcome that you would wish.’

“Wha-what!?” Brandon squeezed his phone tightly, almost threatening to break it. “Is this a joke? You said you would change anything that I wanted.”

‘Correct,’ the phone typed out. ‘You don’t want Scott to be his former self. Based off previous interactions and your personal desires that I have acquired, you prefer him this way.’

“It… It won’t change you back…” Brandon said.

“Give me that,” Scott reached for Brandon’s phone. Even if he didn’t know what was on it, he knew something had to be up with it.

But Brandon was too fast. He raised his hand as high as he could, far out of the reach of the much littler man. It was almost kind of funny watching Scott try to jump for it and then just having to twist his hand slightly so he couldn’t get a hold of it. The other guys in the gym smiled and laughed as they walked by.

Scott started huffing. He was out of breath and couldn’t jump anymore. “Why… Why won’t you give me it?”

“Because it’s mine,” Brandon said. “C’mon. Let’s go back to my room and try to figure out what’s going on…” He snuck out to the best of his ability. Part of him was still afraid that if Trenton approached him he wouldn’t be able to say no. Since the conversation in the office, he’d already grown so much more. Even a bit taller so his massive muscles would have a bit more room to move around with.

On the walk back, Brandon couldn’t help but notice just how much smaller Scott was getting. He was having to slow down his pace as they walked. Scott barely even came up to his shoulders now. With each step it seemed like Scott was having a more difficult time holding onto his clothes. They were far too large for him, at least 3 sizes. The straps of his sleeveless shirt kept dripping over his thin shoulders while his shorts were trying to fall down to his ankles. Somehow his perfectly trimmed waist had gotten even thinner.

Brandon cocked a smile watching him walk awkwardly. His tiny body was having so much trouble keeping his clothes on. But once they got into Brandon’s dorm, Scott dropped his shorts, and just used the sleeveless shirt as cover.

“So what is that thing?” Scott asked.

“It said it’s called a Chronivac. I never heard of it but it just downloaded on my phone,” Brandon said. He flipped through a couple of screens on his computer and then turned back around to Scott. “I think it’s reacting when I said that I wanted you to be more like me. And well…” He looked down on Scott.

But to his surprise, the other man’s eyes seemed to light up. “I wish I could be like you!”

The enthusiasm in Scott’s voice confused him. That’s when he caught his mirror in the corner. It was full length and his body should have looked tiny in it. But right now it was anything but. Even from the distance, every bit of the mirror was covered. A ding rang from his computer and he threw up his bicep. “What the fuck?! It’s so big!”

Brandon could hear the baritone in his voice. What had been soft and meek was now resonating off the walls. He had to see more. Another ding from the computer filled the room. He spun around looking at the mirror for a better view. Every bit of him bulged. His muscles were big and round. They were impossible to miss. Even in his clothes, their shape wasn’t hidden in the slightest.

There was another ding from the computer. Brandon used both of his hands to strip his shirt off of his body. With their size, he had a little bit less movement in his upper body. That didn’t mean he felt any less good about the trade off. Watching each one of the washboard abs appear on his torso felt better than he thought it ever would. His body glistened slightly from the sweat still on him from the workout.

Scott’s eyes didn’t leave Brandon’s body. It was the only thing on his mind. His mouth hung wide open as his eyes glazed over. Another ding from his computer. “You like?” Scott nodded at the question. “Go on,” Brandon goaded. He lifted up his arm and Scott instantly knew what to do.

The smaller man leaned, forward but something told Brandon it was too slow. He gripped the back of Scott’s head and shoved it into his arm pit, holding it there. Scott struggled slightly, but it didn’t feel like he wanted to leave. The way his tongue licked and lapped up his sweaty armpit. The salty dank taste seemed to only turn him on even more. His tiny little dick throbbed with excitement and joy as he got to taste more and more of the manly man he was being shoved into.

Then, his body went stiff, eyes wide and then filled with embarrassment. A clear stain appeared on the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. “Sorry…” he whispered.

“It’s fine, big guy,” Brandon laughed it off. “I know you’ve got a bit of a hair trigger. But you always seem to be able to keep going until the other guy gets off.”

“Oh gawd!” Scott cried out. His hands tightened as much as they could against Brandon’s hard body. He squeezed with all his might, but it barely felt like anything to the other man. He was just as hard as he had been and his eyes were filled with even more lust than they had been.

“That’s a good boi. Now coach says you want to stay on the team?”

“Yes sir!”

“But you suck at sports. So the only thing you’re good for is wiping up the players cum.”

“Yes sir!”

“He said you need a little bit of practice. So, let’s try some,” Brandon whipped out his dick. It was far larger than any ever needed to be. Nearly as thick as a beer bottle and just as tall. Scott’s eyes didn’t even blink. His entire focus was on the massive dick right in front of him. “Now relax,” Brandon said. He rested his hand on the back of Scott’s head.

“It won’t fit!”

“Of course it’ll fit. I know it’s far larger than anyone on the team has, but you’ve been practicing. Now, relax and open wide.”

Brandon kept moving Scott’s head closer and closer to his dick. Scott’s mouth seemed to widen to fit the massive member without too much trouble. He dropped down onto his knees to get a better position. A distinct craving for the salty and sweaty member filled his mouth. He wanted it so badly.

“Good boi,” Brandon said.

Scott was able to open wide enough to accommodate it. He quickly went to liking the head and then suckling on it. Everything about it felt so good in his mouth. He pleasured himself as he slid more and more into him.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Brandon bragged. The muffled ‘Uh-huh’ only drew out more of his arrogant behaviour. He felt strong. And powerful. His dick throbbed with excitement. All the while Scott greedily swallowed everything he was given. “Yer doing good boi. Real good.”

Brandon’s head carrassed the back of Scott’s head, encouraging him all the more. The other man’s eyes were so bright and ready to please. Even if he could barely see them over his muscular pecs, the effort Scott was putting in told him everything he needed to know. The way he licked up and down his long shaft, or suck on the hard cock told Brandon everything he needed to know.

“Oh God yes!” he cried out in pleasure. It seemed to be too much for Scott as his body jerked. It was the only time he’d had an unnatural pace. “Too much for your little tiny dick? It gets so sensitive doesn’t it. Just being around a horny guy does it for you, doesn’t it.”

Scott’s seemed to agree. The mess he was making was only growing larger, despite his tiny balls. Feeling the desperation in his partner’s pace, Brandon decided he was ready to finish. He made sure to make a show of it, flexing his large arms and pounding against his chest as he cried out in pleasure.

His balls pulled up to his body and then unloaded into Scott’s mouth. He did everything he could to keep it from leaking out. But still a bit drizzled down the side of his mouth.

“Good boi,” Brandon said. He used one of his fingers to wipe it up. Scott quickly suckled on it, making sure to get every last drop. His mouth hung there, eyes almost expecting more to come. But Brandon turned to the computer. “Till next time,” he said, giving one more flex.

The screen showed a black box with, ‘stream ended’ directly in the center. Brandon felt his dick throb again. There were nearly 1,000 reactions and several hundred dollars that was supposedly going to his bank. His dick started to harden again at the prospect. And Scott almost looked like he was ready for round two.

However, he fought it off the best he could. “What the fuck was that!?” Scott’s voice squeaked with anger.

“I think that’s my job.”