Hexed Sex: The Hog

Hexed Sex: The Hog

Growing up in a witches coven had never been the easiest experience for Cato. Most of his life had been spent catering to the elders every whim. It had made him an

adept warlock, but it had been one grueling task after another. The only requests he ever enjoyed taking were those where he could venture into the mortal plane. While the magic ingredient or wondrous item he had to retrieve would never catch his fancy, the men he could have at his fingertips did. For Cato, guys on apps were always easy pickings. He had a handsome face, a slim, muscular build, and the charms to woo any man he talked to on the app. Plus, the occasional spell never hurt.

Still, it never really mattered who it was to Cato. He could always find something attractive to focus on with every guy. The only problem he ever had was with peoples personalities. Usually hookups would go exceedingly well, he would show up at their place and show them the time of their lives with even the cooler men ending up their knees begging for more by the end of it. Sometimes though Cato go so repulsed by his hookup’s attitude his plans for the night change dramatically. Sex hexes are one of Cato’s specialties and he always knows exactly the spell to make sure douche bags and assholes get what they deserve.

In all honesty, Cato suspected his magic hijinks turned him on more than normal sex; something about watching his hookups begin to realize what he had done to them riled up his most primal desires. When he was especially horny, he made a point to find the douchiest guy on the app to teach a lesson. Whether it was covering their body in a forest of hair or taking away their hard-earned muscles, Cato always came the hardest when he watched the man he was with come to the realization they would have to now live with their new body. Most of them would start to cry and beg for their old lives back but Cato’s favorites were those who accepted and even enjoyed the change, so much so that they want another spell to be cast on them. He always made sure to get their numbers afterwards. He always put the same name in their phones: Merlin.

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After a long week of collecting things for the coven elders, Cato had built up quite the sex drive and was feeling almost ravenous for a mortal to play with later. He scrolled through his contact list but found no appeal in any of his pst suitors. After 2 or 3 hexes, he found that the men lost their appeal to him. No longer were they the arrogant men he loved to change but addicts chasing the explosive orgasm of their first transformation. Cato opened his dating app and began his hunt for a new toy, scrolling past the kind-looking, well meaning men he would hookup with normally and messaging only the most self-obsessed gym rats nearby. Finally it seems he struck a cord with one, their profile just a single picture of them shirtless in a mirror flexing their arms with a smug smirk.

“Cute pics, come over now and I’ll treat your tight butt and hole the way they were meant to be” the reply read to his simply “Hey” read. Cato left soon after he got the guys address, only to once again miss the bus. Public transport is especially hard when you’re used to teleporting around. While he was waiting a large man in too tight clothing sat down next to him. He usually liked to not draw attention to himself but Cato found it hard to keep from staring at the man’s exposed navel, shown off by the enormity of his gut underneath a shirt that might’ve fit 50 pounds ago. Unfazed by the attention, the man scratched his exposed belly and let out a burp. Cato saw he still had crumbs of food on his shirt and wagered he had stuffed himself very recently somewhere nearby.

The man was a sight to behold, confident in his gluttony and willing to show it off. Cato knew his type, it was easy to tell who are fat but and want to lose weight and those who want to get even bigger. Gainers were always fun to play with, especially ones who are want to experience the extremes even if it’s just temporary. When the next bus arrived, Cato sat close enough to continue to observe him. He couldn’t help but imagine how this man slowly became more and more obsessed with this erotic relationship with food, to the point where he began to show off how large he had become like a prized hog. Once he got off the bus he knew what was going to happen tonight: he was going to fatten up a new hog.

After finding the place and waiting a decent amount of time at the door, his hookup finally let him inside and greeted him. “My apartment is just upstairs, glad to get to see that nice ass in person,” he said with a smirk. “Hope you’re ready to get the best pounding of your life.” Cato could smell the spray deodorant coming off the man, barely masking the odor of someone who had just finished a long workout at the gym. He had to admit, the cocky man had a devilishly hot confidence to him that was supported by his muscular frame. His huge arms bulged out of his tight t-shirt which clung nicely to his meaty pecs. Standing a few inches taller than Cato, his strong torso was supported by two meaty thighs with an impressive bulge sitting in between being shown off by his sweatpants.

Before long the two were in their underwear on the man’s bed, making out and rubbing against each other. Cato slipped his hand into his underwear and held his hard, 7 inch cock in his hand, feeling thick veins running down the surface. In response to the gesture, the man pushed Cato’s head down to his underwear and said “Take a nice whiff. Smells good right?” It became clear these were the underwear he wore to the gym, they smelled like an addictive concoction of ripe sweat and musk. Biting the band of his underwear, Cato maneuvered the garment away from his dick and buried his his nose in the man’s crotch, unable to stop himself from moaning while the smelly wave of testosterone and pheromones rushed up his nostrils. The man slapped Cato’s forehead with his dick, signaling to Cato it needed attention.

He took the long shaft in his mouth and began to work his magic. His tongue flicked around the penis, feeling its veins and tasting the sweat and body odor from the man’s workout. It wasn’t long before the gym rat began to moan, forcing Cato to deep throat his cock. Cato continued the blow job for a while, alternating between a slow and a fast pace to keep his hookup on the edge of bursting down his throat but never taking a break. When it became obvious the man could barely take anymore, Cato sat up and licked the saliva off his mouth. There were some things he wanted to do to make this the most memorable orgasm of his life. “Want to eat my ass?” Cato asked confidently, noting the man’s ecstatic look as he shook his head so Cato would carry on. It was all going according to plan, soon the first part of the hex would be complete.

Cato positioned his bubble butt in the man’s face, rubbing it across his nose and stubbly chin. The man took a deep breath as Cato felt his tongue began to flick around his hole, pushing in barely giving Cato a taste of what’s to come. While the man was distracted by the ass in his face, Cato began to draw on his stomach the mark of gluttony. As his finger danced across the man’s torso, it left behind a black line that soon took shape as a boar inscribed in a ring of symbols. Once complete, it dissolved into his skin. All the while, the man had been performing the act that accounted for the second part of the hex. He had started to become slobbery, hungry for the hole in front of him and relentless with his tongue.

Cato shifted off of him, scared he might forget to come up for air. Usually the men he cast his spells on were not this affected, the man’s apparent affinity for magic would make this interesting. Already his bottom canines had started to protrude, a tell-tale sign the hex was about to be complete, with his deep breathes through his mouth leaving it open to inquiry. His eyes lusted over Cato’s body, portraying a primal instinct to fuck. Cato felt as if he was staring down a boar itself and it filled him with lust. The final pieces were about to be laid, after all the best way to tame a boar is to fatten it up. Cato squatted over the man’s dick and let it slide into his ass, choosing cowboy so he could have the best view of what’s to come. He began to bounce up in down, picking up pace quickly to get the man worked up faster. The man placed his hands on Cato’s torso and began to thrust in time with the bounce, grunting loudly as he railed Cato’s hole.

This action proceeded for a while, both of the men about to burst with ecstasy every time the man’s dick slammed into Cato’s ass. Still Cato payed attention to the man’s mouth, knowing the true show was only about to begin. Once he saw the man’s small tusks fully form, their enlarged size and pointy tips as giveaways to the man’s new boarish nature, he knew it was about time to let him feel the release. “Let’s hear you oink, hog,” Cato commanded devilishly over the man’s loud grunts. The man looked up at Cato, barely able to focus as his mind was fogged up by the rush of dopamine he was experiencing. Soon he seemed to understand what Cato said and let out three loud oinks in a row, each in time with a thrust. On the third oink, he shot an immense load up Cato’s ass, his dick pulsating in Cato’s hole like a vibrator.

At the same moment, Cato shot a load across the man’s torso and the faded sigil began to shine. The ritual was complete. At once the man’s body exploded with fat, coating his once muscular build in a layer of chub. If he was as susceptible to magic as Cato thought, there would be very little muscle left after the hex worked through. Very quickly his behemoth belly slammed into Cato’s body, resounding in a large smack from the force that almost knocked Cato off the few inches of penis that were left uncovered by the pillow of fat on the man’s crotch. His gut was tremendous and soft, giving in to Cato’s hand. He shook the globe sized paunch and watched as the swollen moobs sitting on top jiggled with it. His arms had gained a few inches in circumference but had completely lost any sign of definition; the man’s arms he worked hard for in the gym would only be able to lift food to his face now.

His face had become chubby and soft with a much more grown in beard, almost hiding his new double chin. His jaw itself had grown, now much more pronounced and larger than before and his nose had turned upwards slightly. His brow had protruded out which would have given him the look of a neanderthal had it not have been for his now visible tusks that rose just beyond his upper lip. The gym rat before him had fully transformed into the picture of gluttony: a fat hog with an enormous gut. As Cato continued to jiggle his gut, he began to slide up and down the man’s now 3 inch penis. The exhilaration of the transformation, the new sensitivity of his belly, and Cato’s incessant stimulation of his proved to be too much to handle and he soon came again, gasping for breath in between moans due to how out of shape he had become.

Cato got off the man and continued to play with the mountains of fat in front of him. “Hog, I think it’s about time for you to get fed,” Cato said. “I wouldn’t want you to go hungry. How about I order some pizza.” The man had begun to drool at the sound of food, waiting for the opportunity to stuff his big belly to the brim. “Sounds amazing,” he responded still out of breath. Cato had a feeling the obese man before him was ride to grow to the extremes for him but fattening up his hog slow and steady seemed more fun as of now.

Ricky Ross was a playful youngster who was more often hauled home by the cops than not. A kid with no daddy to call his own and a taste for trouble, the little guy was practically guaranteed to spend miserable teenage years locked in juvie for talking to people he shouldn’t have been.

It wasn’t that time, however. He still had at least a couple years before everyone expected him to fall off the deep end and until then, Ricky was gonna make it count!

He would sometimes take rides with his friends older brothers; he got along better with them anyway. Driving down the highway was peaceful to him and he’s sometimes think of saving all the money in his piggy bank and buying a car to jet off down the road and never look back, but that was big kid stuff and he didn’t like to think of running away too much; his mother would be scared to death!

They had to stop for gas one day though, a stop that wouldn’t have happened any other day save for one of the twin teens forgetting to fill it up the night before. While they were arguing, Ricky decided to use the bathroom and maybe scratch something into the door or wall while he was in there; just mindless mischief that doesn’t really hurt nobody.

While there though, he found something much more interesting.

Carved into the wall was a hole, smoothed out and with various graffiti marks detailing how you’d find the “best blows in town” or “fucking ace hole”.

Ricky decided to stick his small cock and balls through as a joke, just to get some thrill out of doing adult things and riding the slight high as long as he could. However, when he tried to pull his tiny package back out of the too big hole, as of like it was alive the thing closed shut, surrounding his package and preventing him from pulling out.

Ricky was confused for a second, unable to figure it out before he realised he was somehow stuck with his dick and balls on one side and him on the other.

Meanwhile, inside the store the twins were paying for the fuel. There were two workers, seemingly the hottest gas station employees ever with muscles upon muscles and chiseled features not seen in this kind of area in decades. Simultaneously they both got a signal inside their heads, a connection meaning one of their magical traps was sprung.

See, these two weren’t just employees. They both knew a touch of magic and after spending their time in places like Sam Fran and Palm Springs making the hot people hotter, they enjoyed taking a break and “relaxing” in the middle of nowhere talking the day away.

They couldn’t have these two interfering so while one, the redhead covered in freckles with hair like fire offered each boy a chocolate bar as being their first and only customers of the day, laced with magic of course, the other went to check on who exactly sprung their little trap.

He walked inside and instantly all movement ceased from whoever was struggling on the other side of the door. Peeking inside the man was greeted with quite the underwhelming package, deducing that this person is in serious need of his magical adjustments.

He kneeled before the hole, spitting on his fist to wet it before massaging the little package until it was forced to grow hard. It changed very little, maybe two inches at most and as he kept going a high pitched whimper resounded as a dribble of cum flowed from the tip.

He smirked, this was going to be fun.

The sight of the blonde muscle god, 6ft5in of big and tall muscle kneeling before the small 2in cock and worshipping it like it was near orgasmic as he thought. The magical master shuddered at the reaction if someone entered before he’d finished, caught in the act.

That was impossible though, right now he needed to focus. He swirled his tongue around the head again and again until the foreskin returned, then continued until he was sure it would cover the soon to be mushroom and hand off and give some needy cocksucker something to slurp on.

He continued, taking the entirety of the shaft into his mouth and sucking hard, drawing inch after glorious inch out into the world as he made it grow longer and longer. He let it pop off at a mighty 12 inches long, but still fairly skinny. He got right back on, instead now staying put as he sucker and letting the meat expand to meet his cheeks and throat.

Soon it was becoming unbearably thick, nearing beer can proportions when he finally released it.

Ricky on the other side was in an orgasmic high, unable to do anything but stand there on shaky legs, riding out each and every one of his orgasms as his tiny balls pumped out barely a dribble of cum each time.

Seeing this, he got to work adjusting the balls.

Back inside the twins were currently writhing on the floor as their bodies grew identically into more handsome and slutty forms. The redhead watched over them, seeing their muscles expand out of their twig bodies and asses grow fat and clap when they twerked on the floor, filled with the desperate need to suck a fat cock and guzzle it’s cum.

They compromised by furiously making out, tongues lashing as their lips plumped up and their heads were full of memories servicing only the biggest country dicks as twin cockwhores.

They soon reopened their eyes, staring back into their own faces as their square jawlines clashed again and again, desperate to kiss the beautiful jock in front of them.

Back inside, Ricky’s balls were getting their own treatment, seeing the pathetic nuts hanging down from such a gorgeous cock just wouldn’t do.

He stuck out his finger and thumb, making a makeshift cockring and pushing more and more growth magic into them.

They inflated, throbbing and filling up with gushes and waves of churning, bubbling cum. Enough testosterone to fill a whole football team packed itself in there and when he released, they were ripe and ready to go.

Ricky moaned, voice cracking as testosterone flooded his system and skyrocketed his growth from years to seconds. Meanwhile his mystery benefactor was lining up his pink pucker, lubed with spit and pressing that fat mushroom head against it before slamming down against the wall, engulfing each veiny inch.

He set at a brutal pace, pushing off the adjacent wall and slamming his muscle ass back down before he had a chance to breathe.

Ricky was grunting now, groaning as orgasmic pleasure washed over him. His orgasmic rhythm was back, this time spraying volleys of seed into the tight cavern.

“Wh-what’s- what’s *SPURT* haPPENING TO ME?”

He began, voice cracking and growing deeper as his body grew in height and packed on hairy muscle.

“It f-feels *SPURT* fEels fuckin’ *SPURTSPURTSPURT* fUCKIN’ AMAZING!”

He would now towering over the divider, the same immense 6ft5 of his new cocksleeve had he not bent at the knee. Muscle piled on as his back widened so far and so fast it broke the lock on the door, the thing swinging open and allowing Ricky’s big hands to find purchase on anything but the wall.

“RRRRRRRHHHGGGHHHH FUCK YES BRO MILK MY-“ *SPURTSPURTSPUUUURT* “FUCKING COCK!”

This was it, the crescendo he had been teetering on that would seal his fate. A pelt of hair grew up from his denim covered legs that had magically grown along with him to his torso and the shredded remains of his shirt, finally climbing up to grow a perfectly styled and trimmed stubble, then beard on the handsome square jaw.

“FUCK BRO, FUCK DUDE IM” *SPURTSPURTSPURTSPURT SPUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRTTTTTTT*

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

Ricky, now Rick, let out a primal roar as he filled the man’s already filled guts with at least a gallon of seed, the gloryhole widening and allowing his cum-covered cock and balls to be yanked through.

His twins were on him in a second, breaking their little make out session to push through the seemingly unlocked door to drop to their knees and start cleaning their daddy’s cock. They each moaned at the raunchy taste and came in their pants at the site of his muscular body covered in sweat.

“That’s it boys, clean your daddy’s thick bitch-breaker.” He said, the country drawl mixing with the low baritone. He looked to the alternate stall, the door wide open and the big blonde that had taken his meat was standing there, cradling the bulge in his abdomen from the sheer output of seed.

He nodded and smiled at Rick as he sauntered out the door and back to his work, the country man shoving his meat back into his pants and leaving with his two boys back to their truck.

The man leaned against the car as his cockwhores climbed in the back, eagerly sucking face to taste the remnants of his cum on each other’s lips. How he managed to wrangle two hot studs from a nowhere country town was beyond his luck, and with any more he’d be able to quickly spirit them away and be his houseboys in the city.

He took one last look at that gas station, the two men inside waving him off as he smiled, jumping in the front and speeding off down the road, all memories of that nowhere town and dead-end life forgotten as it was replaced with the cocksure persona of Rick Roserider, one of the most popular gay pornstars there were with his two newest stars in the back.

All memories of Ricky Ross piled into his fat balls; he was ready to go again. “Will one of you two sluts get over here? I need to blow a fat load and the first one to get here gets it!”

The twins couldn’t climb over into the front faster.

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Brochella

Focusing half his attention on the road and the other half on his phone, Jerry ignored the beeps and honks of fellow drivers while haphazardly weaving his giant truck through the traffic as he attempted to type up a text.

"u still waitingat teh entrancse?" Jerry managed to make a somewhat coherent message. Within seconds the phone in his hand vibrated as he received a reply.

"Yeah. Let's meet by security. I'm on my way there."

"ok omw" Jerry wrote back, tossing his phone to the empty passenger seat as he focused his gaze back to the road.

Jerry was on his way to a music festival where he was to meet up with his buddies. They'd all been looking forward to the event for months. The only problem was that Jerry had promised to score them tickets and as he was right now, he was about to arrive empty handed. Each wave of tickets to the event had sold out within minutes so Jerry was forced to attempt to haggle with scalpers he found online, but every single one he reached out to asked for ridiculous prices, definitely more than what he could afford.

Jerry had nearly given up hope in attending, until the day before he stumbled across a post on Craigslist from a guy named Charlie. Charlie had supposedly planned on attending the festival with his own group of friends but a series of last minute cancellations meant having to quickly get rid of several tickets without having money go to waste. That resulted in having to sell them at a somewhat reasonable price, and luckily Jerry was quick enough to reach out to where Charlie had agreed to hold the tickets for him.

Jerry eventually reached the parking lot of the venue. He combed through the lot until he found some empty spaces, but as he got closer he’d find that some guys had set up chairs and were holding those coveted parking spaces. Jerry was about to blow a gasket as that was the only free space he’d been able to find. Pulling up to the guys, Jerry’s rage turned to relief as he identified the men as his buddies.

Jerry rolled down his window. “Fuckers." He greeted the guys. "I was about to come beat your asses." He teased. "Let me park here."

The guys moved their things, allowing Jerry to park his truck.

"So did you get them?" One of the men asked.

"Don't tell us you made us come all the way here for nothing." Another one joined in.

"Chill the fuck out. I'm supposed to meet the guy here." Jerry tried to reassure the group. "He said he'd hold 'em for me."

"Just make sure they're legit."

"Yeah, I don't wanna be caught with fakes."

"If they end up being bogus, you're gonna pay me back what I gave you."

The guys chimed in, expressing their concerns about the possibility of being scammed out of their money.

"I won't let the dude out of my sight until I know they're good." Jerry checked his pockets, making sure he had the cash with him. "Wait here, I'll be back in a bit."

Jerry headed out and walked towards the entrance to the venue, looking for the spot where he was supposed to meet with Charlie. Passing by crowds of festival goers, he'd notice that several of them had fluorescent green wristbands on, possibly something he figured came with the tickets allowing people to enter and leave the festival grounds. Eventually, Jerry arrived at a tent near the entrance with a sign that read "SECURITY." He pulled out his phone, texting Charlie to let him know that he was at their meet up spot.

Almost ten minutes had passed and Jerry still had not received a response. He had begun to think that Charlie had sold the tickets to someone else. That he had been screwed over by this guy. Pulling out his phone to text Charlie again, Jerry felt a slight tapping on his shoulder.

"Would you be Jerry by any chance?"

Jerry turned around to face the person, immediately noticing a man standing besides him. He looked the guy up and down, blonde, no taller than 5'10'' but moderately built with a slender figure. Jerry realized who it was, taking note that if there was any shady business, he'd be more than capable of dealing with the guy himself.

"Yeah that's me. You're Charlie?"

"Yup! Sorry for taking so long." Charlie held his phone up. "I was rushing to get here, just saw your text as I was running over."

"No worries." Jerry paused for a moment as an awkward silence filled the air between them. "So, uh, you got the tickets?"

"Oh.. yes, yes!" Charlie pulled out a manilla folder from the backpack he had been carrying, opening it up and checking its contents, making sure everything was there. "There's four day-passes in here."

Charlie handed the folder over to Jerry who quickly glanced inside the folder to make sure he was getting what he was paying for. "Ok, looks like everything's here." Jerry grinned, passing the envelope of cash to Charlie. "Pleasure doin' business."

Charlie counted the money as he smiled back. "Likewise. Hope you have fun." Once he made sure he had the payment in full, he placed the envelope in his bag. "I'm assuming you're attending with some friends?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah. Some guys I've known for some years. They've been houndin' me non-stop about getting tickets, so thanks again." Jerry reached inside the folder and pulled out a ticket, noticing that each one had come with a colored wristband. What peaked his interest however was the color of the wristbands.

"Hey, is there a reason these are yellow?" Jerry held out the fluorescent neon yellow-colored wristband in front of Charlie. "Every other one I've seen people wear are green."

"Oh? These are VIP passes." Charlie smiled. "They let you get closer to the stages, discounts on food and merch, among other things. I thought I had told you that, I'm sorry."

"Oh shit, really?!" Jerry said excitedly.

"Yeah, I really needed to sell them ASAP though. That's why you got them at the price we agreed on. So consider yourself lucky." He laughed. "Here, let me put it on you. Those things are tricky to put on by yourself." Charlie volunteered to put the wristband on Jerry while Jerry was still too stoked to really say anything about it.

"There we go. They're a little tight, sorry, but your arms are kinda huge." He laughed again.

Jerry held out the wristband in front of him. There was a hint of a sheen to it when hit by the lights but he thought nothing of it.

"So I guess I'll see you around. Thanks again for taking these off of me. I really appreciate it." Charlie waved goodbye as he headed off, eventually getting lost in the crowd. Now alone, Jerry took out his phone and texted his boys that he was coming back with a surprise.

As Jerry left the security tent and began walking in the direction of where his friends were waiting, he immediately felt a strong rumbling in his stomach. "Jesus Christ." Noticing a row of porta-potties off to the side, he beelined it straight to the first available one.

Entering the cramped space, the aching feeling in Jerry's stomach quickly subsided. Instead, what caught his attention was the wristband he had just put on. There was a shine emanating from it which he thought was strange considering he was now indoors and there were no lights to reflect off of it.

Suddenly, the space around him began to spin, and Jerry felt a strange sensation coursing through his body, originating from the wristband. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but then he realized that something was indeed happening to him.

Jerry looked down at his hands and saw them start to shrink and change shape. His thick, muscular arms grew thinner and leaner, and his broad chest began to narrow, causing the tank top he had been wearing to become much more loose fitting, eventually just coming off completely. The slight beer gut he sported suddenly disappeared, as his midsection flattened, revealing rows of abdominals. His monstrous legs followed suit, with his thighs losing most of their mass, becoming slender but leaving him with a tight and rotund bubble butt. He would lose a few inches of height as well, his domineering 6'3'' stature replaced with a more average 5'9''. While still remaining muscular and retaining an athletic build, Jerry found himself with a much more slender and toned physique.

Jerry's body hair soon receded into his skin. The hairy beast found his shoulders, arms, and back smooth and hairless. A tasteful amount of chest chair remained as well as a happy trail leading down towards his groin.

One of the biggest changes to follow would be the loss of what Jerry probably considered his pride and joy. His disheveled beard receded back into his face, leaving him with short, black stubble but keeping a thick mustache while revealing a much more defined jawline. His face in general was now narrow and much more refined.

The transformation seemed to go on forever, but eventually, it slowed down and stopped. The big, brutish guy was now a completely different person, unrecognizable from his former self. Jerry felt himself up, his hands running up and down his new body, becoming slightly aroused as he became familiar with every single change that occurred.

Despite the initial shock of the transformation, he found himself feeling surprisingly comfortable in his new body. Unbeknownst to him, memories of his past life were in the process of being rewritten. Gone were the days where he played college football with the boys, drank himself under the table, and hit on any women with an impressive set of knockers. Instead, a life of gymnastics and dance, Sunday brunches, and nights out at gay clubs came rushing in.

Jerry stepped out of the porta-pottie, still in somewhat of a daze. He had an inkling that he was supposed to meet someone, but wasn't quite sure who.

"Hey! Over here!" A voice yelled out from the distance, catching the newly transformed man's attention. Jerry turned around, catching a glimpse of the person calling for him. As soon as he saw their face, something immediately clicked in his head.

"Charlie!" Speaking in a much higher-pitched voice, Jerry recognized the man as the very same one from earlier. This time however, they weren't meeting as strangers. Jerry recalled a whole life's worth of memories with Charlie.

"Babe, I turn around for one second and you go disappearing on me." Charlie approached Jerry, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Had to go freshen up. Sorry, wasn't aware my boyfriend needed to know my location at all times." Jerry pouted as he put his arm on Charlie, getting ready to lean in for another kiss.

"Oh, you know I go crazy without you." Charlie leaned in as well, with the two men sharing a long, sensual kiss.

"So you ready?" Jerry pulled away. "Got some douchebags on stand by for these tickets. Let's not keep them waiting."