Hey! Firstly, thanks for reading my story. Writing is quite new for me so I'd love to get as much feedback, good or bad, as possible. If you have anything you want to say, or ideas to add, or anything at all, please email me at: danny4nifty@protonmail.com
All of the usual things that we always see at the top of the stories apply here. These events are not real, and neither are metamorphs, so any similarity to your own experiences is purely coincidental. If you shouldn't be reading these stories, whether because of the country you live in or because of your age, then don't. Equally, these chapters will contain sexual encounters between two consenting men (or more in the future) so if that offends you in any way then please don't read this - and maybe question why you are on the site in the first place.
With all that said, if you're still here then please enjoy.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Pleasure is everything. It is what brings meaning to life and enriches the human experience but, for me, it is far more than that. Pleasure is the very thing that gives me life; it is my nourishment and the single reason for my being.
You see, despite how I appear to others, I am not human nor have I ever been. I am a member of a species known as the metamorphs and I do not live as you do. I do not sustain myself with the consumption of food and drink, although I can choose to partake in these things if I wish. Instead, I survive by feeding on the pleasure of others. Whilst all pleasure is beneficial to me, it is greatest when I am the reason for that pleasure - if I am the one causing it to happen.
I suppose that that is the reason why my species has evolved as it has. If you were to look at me, you would see another ordinary human but that is not my true form. In fact, it has been many centuries since I existed in my original form and I have long forgotten what I truly looked like. Over the time that I have been alive, I had taken many different bodies as my own and have lived many different lives: I have been the consort to kings and peasants alike, feeding each time from the pleasure that I brought them. To each of my partners, I have looked very different as my appearance is not decided upon by me.
A key part of being a metamorph is understanding the way in which our powers of transformation occur. When a member of my race meets a person, they are capable of reading everything about that person's desires - both those that the person is aware of and those they have yet to discover. If we choose to engage with that person, our appearance will change to match whatever that person wants the most. Through the years I have been everything ranging from the skinny, tight-arsed, virgin twink to the thick-cocked burly bear and everything in between. Fulfilling the desires of others is what keeps me alive and so I will be whatever I need to be in order to survive. There are many different kinds of metamorphs, although I have not seen another member of species for a very long time. I am a metamorph for men and so I am completely unable to read the desires of woman, nor do I have any wish to. I am also male and, as such, I cannot take female form. I exist for those men who desire other men and I have been this way for many centuries.
In the past, I used to take form for a much longer time. I would find a man and live an entire life with him, drawing from him as I gave him pleasure. When he passed, I would simply end the life I had been living and begin again with a new man. Sometimes those relationships would be more open, others would be held in secrecy but all of them gave me exactly what I needed whilst I gave them what they needed. In a more sexually-repressed society, that is how I had to live but that is not the way the world works now. In the modern world, sexuality is much freer than it used to be. I have no need to latch on to one particular man for a longer period of time and have, instead, from it to be much more of a benefit to me to swap and change as often as the mood takes me: using many men as my source of sustenance.
I possess a more neutral form that I take between each of these encounters; I call him Adam. He is quite an unassuming character and his existence does not stand out in any way. Adam has a simple life: an ordinary house in an ordinary area, an ordinary job at an ordinary company, ordinary friends with whom he shares in his ordinary experiences. But he is just the cover for what I truly am. Indeed, it is my life as Adam that has enabled me to create so many encounters with so many men since I began living in this way instead of connecting with one particular man.
My way of life began to change as the gay community became far more open. My first experience going into a gay club was overwhelming - every man in there had a mixture of different desires and I was nearly taken over by my need to meet as many of them as I could. In fact, it took several years before I gain sufficient enough control over my powers to be able to be around more than a small handful of gay or bisexual men at any one time. Now, I have learnt how to focus my power on a single voice amongst a screaming crowd and to be able to decide who I am and am not going to being pleasure to at any one time.
The creation of so-called 'dating' apps threw me once again. Here I could see many different men with a range of different desires but I had no way of knowing what they were. I didn't get a sense of the person behind the profile until meeting them in person and that did create a series of unfortunate mishaps in which the person I had presented myself as online was, in fact, not the person they desired the most and I had to really fight against the huge to transform mid-encounter. I can't imagine that any human would respond well to looking back at the man fucking him to realise that he was now a completely different man. Over time, I have learnt to do this more successfully and I am now beginning to sense the true desires of those I see online by trying to reach out psychically to the person on the other side of that profile but it is in no way a refined power yet.
That is how I find myself tonight. Originally, I met a man online through Grindr - Christopher was his name. From his profile, he appeared to be into domination and taking control of skinny, little twinks and so that was what I presented myself as. My form changed and became a nineteen-year-old blond twink with a tight body and below average dick - that was what it seemed like Christopher wanted. However, when we arranged to meet, it turned out that my read on the man had not been as accurate as I thought.
Whilst Christopher presented himself as a dominant top who, in his words, wanted nothing more than the pound my tight little hole into the ground, that was not what he truly desired. Immediately upon meeting him at the club, I knew that the dom top attitude was just a front. In reality, what Christopher wanted more than anything else in the world was to be taken and used exactly in the way he used others. He wanted a man - a powerful, strong man - to come and fuck him in a way that he had only dreamed about.
I had a dilemma: I could persist as the twink and take an element of pleasure from this man but it would not have been enough to sustain me for very long and, in all honesty, would hardly be worth the effort I had put into finding him and transforming for him. Or, I could expend more of my power and become the thing that Christopher most craved and give him so much pleasure that it would recharge me back and sustain me for days. Given that, to me, pleasure is everything, I'm sure you can guess which decision I made.
That is how the twink disappeared for the night. A quick trip to the toilets saw him replaced by Gavin. Gavin was a mountain of a man. He towered over others at 6ft5 and certainly dwarfed Christopher's 5ft9. But more than that, his body was sculpted; every muscle looked as if it had been forged in a gym over years and years of work. I gave him the appearance of a man in his early thirties - not too much older than Christopher but enough to give a sense of authority over the man. However, his defining feature, and the one that Christopher needed the most, was Gavin's thick, uncut, nine-and-a-half-inch cock. Even soft, it was clearly visible through the pair of tight jeans I had created for Gavin to wear.
I took a last look in the mirror inside the club's bathrooms, happy that how I appeared now was exactly what Christopher needed. As I'd expected, as soon as I left the room and joined the main club, the eyes of many were upon me. There were many men in here that desired their own Gavin, albeit it with a few small changes, and I could hear those around me whisper to their friends about how sexy I was and how much of my monster dick they could make out from the bulge in my jeans. But tonight wasn't for them. Tonight was just for Christopher. I was everything that he wanted - everything that he needed. But I had a hurdle to overcome. A part of the man knew that this was what he wanted but, with his dom top persona, he wouldn't immediately jump on Gavin in the same way that some of the man in the club wanted to.
He looked at me as I approached his seat at the bar. A flash of desire appeared in his eyes but he quickly looked away, seeming to blush slightly before he glanced up again for a short look at me. I took the seat next to him and he tried to speak to me in the voice that showed the effect that my sudden appearance at the bar was having on him: "Erm... sorry... that's someone's... he's just..."
"Not here," I stated, my voice much deeper than I thought it would have been. Christopher wasn't going to be dissuaded though.
"He's just at the toilet, he'll be back. I'm on a date." His voice seemed surer now as if he had settled back into that false dom persona that he'd been peddling for years.
"Oh," I began, "was he your date? The young, blond thing?" I looked him up and down before continuing: "I wouldn't have thought he'd have been your type."
"What?" he started, "He's exactly my type!" He seemed almost defiant in his insistence: "He's sexy as fuck."
I laughed, a loud and almost booming sound, "I know. But he doesn't look like he'd do much good fucking you." I locked eyes with Christopher as I said the last two words. He held my stare for a moment, his pupils darting between focusing on each of my piercing blue eyes in turn, before looking away.
"No... I... I don't know what you mean. I don't get fucked," he blurted out.
"That's a shame," I said as I turned my body to face him, my hand resting on the very noticeable bulge in my jeans. Christopher couldn't help but see it and I swear I heard him audibly gulp.
This was going to take some work but the game had already begun. Fortunately for both me and Christopher, it was one I had mastered long ago.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hey again, I hope you've enjoyed the start to the story. In the next chapter, we'll see whether 'Gavin' is able to get Christopher to accept what he knows he truly wants - it's going to be hot!
As I said before, if you have any ideas, suggestions or feedback please send me an email on: danny4nifty@protonmail.com
I'd love to hear about some of the fantasies that the metamorph would be able to make come true as well so any future chapter ideas would be greatly appreciated.
Oh, and remember to donate the nifty if you want to keep this site up and running and, let's be honest, who wouldn't want to keep it up ;-)