Models: Jace Myers, Riley Finch & Eli Bennett
The sensations that flooded Michaela when she downed the whiskey were wildly conflicting.
The G-lixir infused within immediately sank roots of pleasure deep into her core. At first the heat of the liquor dominated, but in seconds the arousal of the drug took hold, spreading as fast and hungry as a wildfire until it filled her to the brim. When the physical transformation kicked in it felt like a climax that just kept going, the ecstasy threatening to drive her to her knees.
But at the same time a knife of guilt drove itself through her gut as she fixated on George. Her boyfriend looked up at her with a mixture of emotions – desire, apprehension, excitement – yet the only thing he should have been feeling was betrayal, and that was very much absent. Somehow the fact she had broken him to such a point he couldn’t even understand her deception only made Michaela feel all the worse.
The lithe twink kneeling behind George did not share Michaela’s remorse. In fact, he was actively enjoying himself.
‘Oh Georgey, you’re going to love this bit. Trust me, watching your cute little girlfriend turn into Mikey is so fucking hot. Here, let me help you get comfortable while you watch the show.’
Michaela had one final moment to witness Riley lean in and start rimming George’s ass, then her groans joined his as euphoria consumed them both.
The first time Michaela had taken G-lixir it had taken several minutes for the transformation to run its course. Tonight the effect was far quicker, her body reacting eagerly to the drug as if her very cells knew what pleasures lay in store once her alter-ego emerged.
Perhaps the most drastic change was the surge in height. Mikey stood over two head heights taller than Michaela, hence the room was briefly filled with the creak of shifting bone and stretching muscle. Dumpy curves were pulled into a lean physique so slim the ribs were visible sliding beneath the flesh of her torso, a torso which itself had already settled into abs as smooth as they were firm. The regression of her tits occurred with blinding speed. Naked from the waist up there was nothing to hide the spectacle when her rack simply collapsed in on itself. Like matter sucked through a black hole they dwindled to nothing, the skin pulling taut over fresh pectorals that tensed as Michaela was forced to brace herself against the corner of the sofa.
Her transformation wasn’t just faster, it was more fluid too. Previously the changes had hit in fits and starts, like bubbles rising from the ocean depths. But now the G-lixir was a tide washing over her and with each wave it swept aside a little more to reveal the man within. Her rosy features honed into a paler, more defined visage; her thighs and calves slimmed down, as did her arms; her long blonde hair dwindled so quickly it left an afterimage that briefly obscured the shaved sides and swooping quiff which took its place.
Then, of course, there was her cock, which swelled out from her pussy with a pleasure so beyond words it was only articulable as a gasping whimper. Her underwear – a pair of humiliating briefs emblazoned with the US flag provided to her by Riley when she and George arrived – were quickly stretched to their limit by her rock-hard boner.
When the transformation settled Michaela’s system was electrified with lust. Her chest heaving and her stupid briefs tented, she had no choice but to slump down onto the nearby chair or risk collapsing.
Turning her gaze back to the sofa, Michaela found that Riley had risen up into position behind George. Her blissed out boyfriend was smiling dumbly as the other man gently probed his saliva-smeared hole with a thumb, the other hand busy stroking himself to full erection.
Michaela couldn’t help himself. She knew what was about to happen and even the guilt couldn’t dampen how horny the anticipation made her. So, sliding her hard cock out the freshly-minted twink shamelessly began jerking off at the exact same moment Riley slid his dick into George’s waiting ass.
Michaela was able to watch George’s mind shut down in real time. His soft lips froze halfway to a groan and his lids fluttered, eyes twitching up as if right on the brink of rolling. He didn’t move, didn’t rock against Riley’s slowly pumping hips, he simply remained there like a mannequin, powerless and vulnerable. There was heaven behind his eyes and when Riley began to thrust the orgasmia trickled out of his mouth in the form of thread of drool and a series of soft whines.
Normally George’s euphoria would have made no sense. After all, he’d never shown the slightest interest in guys before, and truth be told he wasn’t a particularly sexual man in general, preferring a night of cuddles and takeout to a steamy fuckfest.
Tonight though his change of heart was perfectly logical given that Michaela had tricked him into drinking enough G-lixir Twink to turn a whole basketball team. The man staring at her right now was barely an echo of her true love, his psyche buried under a mountain of gay lust. Still, that didn’t make looking into his eyes any less tormenting.
Yet when Riley caught Michaela’s anguished expression he simply laughed. ‘What is it, nerd? Having second thoughts? Is it dawning on you just how far over the line you’ve gone? How much you’ve betrayed the man who loves you? Or should I say the man who loved you,’ he corrected. ‘If this little slut’s whining is anything to go by, the only thing he’s going to love after tonight is my cock in his warm, tight ass.’
Despite Riley’s wicked grin Michaela still couldn’t resist the urge to jerk off. The G-lixir was having just as strong of an effect on her as on George, so much so that barely a sliver of her conscience remained intact – a sliver that seethed with self-disgust.
Riley’s right, you have betrayed him. George adored you. He was never anything but faithful and this is how you repay him? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Michaela knew she should end this. She should take George away from this place, back to their shared campus flat and lock them both in until the G-lixir wore off. She should report Riley dealing in illicit transformational drugs and tricking people into addiction. She should stop jerking off and do everything in her power to salvage the relationship that was falling apart right in front of her eyes.
All of which made it so much more devastating when she took Riley’s next offer without a moment’s hesitation.
‘Don’t just sit there stroking yourself. You gave up everything to make this happen – I think it’s time you claim your reward.’
When George sank down onto Michaela’s cock the ecstasy radiated through her like a virus. The hot, wet embrace of his lubed hole was the most orgasmic sensation she had ever experienced, and the deeper she penetrated the fainter her guilt became. The mental voice of protest stuttered as pleasure tore at the very foundations of her psyche.
It was clear in his eyes that George didn’t even know who Michalea was anymore. He immediately began riding her, the potency of the G-lixir saturating his mind reducing him to a brainless sex doll with all memory of his old life ripped away by the need to worship cock. One hand splayed across Michaela’s chest, the other clasping her shoulder, George rolled back and forth in sensual motions that soon had them both groaning.
Riley, of course, was thoroughly enjoying the view.
‘That’s it, boy. Show Mikey what a slut he’s turned you into.’ He smirked deviously, knowing that identifying Michaela by her male name would mess with her head still further. ‘You know I think you might be one of the sexiest little twinks any of my initiates has ever bought me. And something tells me you’re going to be the perfect incentive to keep our friend Mikey here nice and obedient.’
George wasn’t even listening. His attention was fixed solely on his lover, eager to extract every last ounce of pleasure from her throbbing cock. And as the twisted couple sank ever further into corruption something other than lust flared through Riley: victory.
Despite appearances, Riley was actually president of the university’s most prolific sorority. She used the same name for both her male and female identities, and simply put she was nothing short of student royalty. There wasn’t a single girl on campus who didn’t dream of joining her sorority, yet everybody knew that Riley alone gave out invitations. What’s more, her taste in initiates was notoriously erratic. One week she might invite a vapid nepo slut, the next it would be the super nerd able to score top marks in their sleep. By rights the sorority should have ripped itself apart long ago, yet somehow once they were initiated every sister simply abandoned their differences.
There were plenty of rumours about how Riley maintained peace. Hypnotism, witchcraft – even a few claims that the sorority was a demonic cult. But the truth was far simpler: it was all about the G-lixir. More specifically, who Riley could use it to control.
First, she had her sisters gather information about potential initiates. Where they lived, what classes they took, who their friends were – everything. From this information she pinpointed who those most vulnerable to manipulation, after which that individual would soon receive an invite to a ‘sorority recruitment event’.
Once they arrived, their fate was already sealed. The drinking games always started early with the aim of getting the new initiate tipsy enough to let their guard down. Eventually the stakes would rise until eventually the loser was required to take a dose of G-lixir Twink. The game was obviously rigged, though in their intoxicated state the initiate rarely needed more than the gentlest encouragement to down the drug, at which point the sorority revealed their true intentions. Producing their own vials of the blue fluid they would swallow them with the deranged grins of cult members and fill the house with their sensual groans.
By the time the transformed initiate came to their senses they were surrounded by a horde of horny twinks. Driven to the brink of sanity by the powerful gayification they eagerly submitted to the advances of the crowd, pleading desperately to be used – a fantasy their new sorority sisters were only too happy to fulfil. Just one night was all it took to carve the need for more in their very souls, ensuring that once the effects wore off the following morning the initiate would be irreversibly addicted to the thrill of twinkification. And since Riley was the sole student on campus able to provide it, the only way to acquire their next fix was to become one of her loyal acolytes.
The deeper their addictions the more they ached for permanent transformation, yet in public they maintained their old personas impressively well. After all, if the truth got out then Riley would be expelled, thereby robbing them of the corruption they could no longer live without.
Still, Riley wasn’t content just to hold their addictions over them. No, she preferred an even more physical kind of leverage.
Michaela had shifted positions by now. With George splayed out on his back, the newest sorority member was driving into her boyfriend with powerful thrusts, one of George’s feet hooked over her shoulder so she could pump in as deep as possible.
When Riley lowered himself down beside them George was in a state of bliss, his eyes distant even as his hand automatically stroked up and down his twitching cock. Still, once Riley leaned in to kiss him he eagerly entangled tongues with the sorority queen.
Just like all the others, when Riley told Michaela to corrupt her boyfriend she had been only too willing to oblige. Riley’s ploy was obvious: by drugging George, Michaela was admitting to both Riley and herself there was nothing she would not do to please her queen bee-cum-dealer. Moreover, Michaela would soon be just as addicted to George’s twinkified body as to Riley’s drug. That fact – mixed with the threat of revealing the truth about what Michaela had done – would be enough to keep her permanently in check. As it was, so long as Michaela did as she was told then Riley would maintain a steady supply of G-lixir Twink to keep George permanently obedient; but if he disobeyed the supply would stop and Michaela would lose both her male alter ego and her sex toy too.
It was the same scheme Riley had used on every other member, and it worked every time. Blackmail had never been so deliciously deviant.
It was several minutes before they parted lips, but when they did Riley met George’s eyes with a smile. ‘You know what, cutie, it’s turning guys like you that makes this whole scheme of mine worthwhile. Sure, it’s fun watching guys like Mikey here give up everything for a taste of G-lixir. But you’re so pure, aren’t you handsome? All that drug in your system makes you drunk on desire. You’re so far gone you don’t even know you’ve been betrayed. It’s adorable.’
Still, Riley couldn’t deny he even fonder of George than all the other boyfriends he’d had the sorority twinkify. ‘The thing is, most of the girls I recruit have really boring partners. Dumb jocks or arrogant jerks – the sort who would’ve bullied you in your old life. And when they become twinks they just shut down because their minds can’t imagine themselves submitting to anybody else.
‘But you’re different. I think a part of you wanted this – well, the pleasure at any rate. Before tonight I bet you were far too nervous to make love like this, but you wanted it, didn’t you?’
Riley’s grin broadened as a flicker of recognition sparked in George’s eyes. In his sex-drunk state it was as much of a response as he was able to give, but it was enough. ‘I thought so. And now you can have it. Your girlfriend may be a traitorous, black-hearted bitch, but when you think about it by corrupting her I’ve given you everything you’ve ever wanted.’ Leaning in closer, Riley gave George a naughty wink. ‘Lucky for you, I know just how you can repay me.’
Rising to his feet, Riley strode around behind Michaela. The new initiate didn’t even need him to give the order: like a good little acolyte she simply pulled out and moved aside to allow her superior access to George’s hole. After all, they all knew George was Riley’s property now.
With a single hefting motion Riley pulled George’s hips up onto the arm of the sofa. The next motion found him making full use of the copious lube already lining George’s ass. The sorority queen immediately assumed a slow, sensual rhythm and watched as the flesh just beneath George’s stomach rose and fell with each pump.
Still desperate for release yet unwilling to oppose her god, Michaela jerked off while leaning in to kiss the man she’d made.
‘That’s it, boys, lose yourselves to the lust,’ Riley smirked, his insides buzzing with triumph. ‘The G-lixir is all you need now. But don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. It can be our little secret…’
Thanks for reading!
So, as I mentioned in my comments to last week’s story, until very recently I really didn’t know whether or not I would be running Gaypril on my blog this year. For an idea of just how recently, it might be worth pointing out that I currently have a full slate of weekly stories written up from now until the end of June, all of which were complete by late February. On the whole it’s very rare that I’ll write something and then release it within a short timeframe. Most take at least three months to go live, because I always like to have a decent library of unreleased stories to serve as padding for me to maintain my release schedule in case unforeseen circumstances arise where I can’t write, or so that I can work on bigger projects.
In contrast, all four of the stories I’m releasing throughout April were written in the past month.
The reasons for this are varied, but one of the main things it boils down to is that I just don’t enjoy writing gay content as much as I used to. That’s not entirely surprising to me – my interest in such content does tend to fluctuate quite a bit anyway – but usually I have enough desire to write a few gay pieces for Gaypril, yet this year I really wasn’t feeling it. I think part of that is that while there are undoubtedly many high quality gay scenes out there, I personally feel like the production quality on mainstream het and even trans scenes (which have historically been pretty low-budget) is significantly better than a lot of the gay stuff out there. Since low quality scenes typically don’t inspire me, this made it a challenge to find galleries I wanted to use in my stories, which of course dampened my interest in writing for them at all. In addition, my taste in gay models has narrowed a fair bit over the years, which only further slashes the options for what galleries I am interested in using.
To be clear, I am very happy with this year’s Gaypril slate. It took a while to find scenes that inspired me, but all of them were a lot of fun to write and I’m ultimately very pleased I put in the effort. At one point I was considering just putting out two gay scenes this month and filling the other two weeks with trans stories as I used to in previous years, so hopefully the fact that I did end up writing four gay stories despite not being sure about them at first should show you how satisfied I am with the content I have coming up this month.
What I’m getting at here though is that until my interest in gay content changes such stories are likely to be quite thin on the ground. I’m not going to say this will be my last Gaypril because I highly doubt it will be, but at the same time Gaypril 2026 is by no means set in stone. It may happen, it may not, just as there may be other gay stories between now and then, or there may be none. I really don’t know.
For most of my readership I recognise that this is pretty redundant; my gay stories are by far the least popular of any content I release, so this will only affect a small number of my readers. Having said that, I always aim to be transparent and so for those readers who it does affect, I hope this goes some way to explaining my mindset at the moment. I am very sorry that the content you enjoy is becoming increasingly rare on my blog, and I truly hope I am able to provide more stories for you to enjoy in the future. But if not I hope you’re able to understand why that is.
For now though, thank you once again for reading this one, and I look forward to giving you more gay smut in the next few weeks!
Image gallery: https://www.boyspornpics.com/gallery/img596907-jace-and-eli-coach-riley-.html
