Owen stepped off the elevator and onto the library floor. The hall was quiet and empty; with only a few days until the end of semester, most students had already left the University to return home for summer break. Owen walked by a few small groups of students as he looked for the person he was supposed to meet. A wave from the back corner of the hallway caught his attention; he saw Nico stand up from the table he’d been sitting at and gesture for him to come over.
Owen had already finished his exams for the year, having written his last final the previous night. He’d planned on heading back home today, but Nico had messaged him in the morning asking for help with an upcoming exam.
“Owen, hi!” Nico grinned as Owen approached, stepping around the table and embracing Owen in a hug. Owen stiffly returned the hug, gently pushing free as quickly as he could; he wasn’t a big fan of physical contact.
Owen and Nico had shared a dorm room in their first year of Uni together. The two had gotten along well enough, but had never really became friends. They didn’t have a ton of overlapping interests and mostly stayed in their own social circles, but Owen had always liked Nico. After finishing their freshman year the two men had mostly gone their own ways, having only run into eachother a handful of times at parties or around campus. Owen had truthfully been surprised when he received Nico’s text asking for help, but felt bad about leaving his former roommate hanging.
“It’s good to see you, Owen,” Nico continued as they sat down at the table facing eachother. “It’s been ages since we caught up. How have you been?”
Nico hadn’t changed much since Owen last saw him. He had the same broad shoulders, bulging muscles and sculpted jawline that Owen had always been envious of. With Nico’s looks, he could have any woman he wanted - not that Nico was interested. Owen was well aware that his former roommate was gay, accidentally walking in on him in bed with another man on multiple occasions. Owen had no issues with Nico’s sexuality, though he personally couldn’t understand how any guy could be attracted to another man - it just didn’t make sense to him.
“I’ve been good,” Owen replied, readjusting his glasses as they slid down his face. “This was a real tough semester, but I managed to survive. Looking forward to a much needed summer break.”
“That’s great! Happy to hear you’re doing well and killing it as always. You were always so studious when we were living together; I feel like you pretty much lived at your desk. Honestly, that’s why you were the first person I thought of when I realized I needed help.”
Owen was relieved that Nico had brought the conversation to the topic at hand. He wasn’t really a fan of idle chit chat and would much rather just skip the small talk and get to the studying. “Yeah, of course, I’m always happy to help. Your text was a bit vague on the details - this is for your calculus final?” It had been a few years since Owen had studied calculus in great detail, but he regularly tutored in the subject and was confident in his abilities.
“Yeah, me being the idiot I am thought calculus would be an easy elective,” Nico laughed, shaking his head at his own foolishness. “Unfortunately for me, I’ve had a rough year and have already been placed on academic probation. If I can’t find a way to pass this exam, I’ll be kicked out of the program.”
Owen frowned at this news. He hadn’t been aware of the severity of the situation when he’d agreed to help, and now felt the pressure of Nico’s academic future on his shoulders. It didn’t surprise him to hear of Nico’s struggles, though; Nico always seemed to live in the moment, focusing on the partying and social side of uni. Owen could count on one hand the number of times he’d actually seen Nico read a textbook.
“Okay, yeah, definitely not a great situation,” Owen nodded in agreement. “But hey, I’m great at calculus and I’m a pretty good tutor, so we’ll get you there. When is your exam?” With only a few days left until the end of the semester, the exam had to be coming up fast. If they could work out a dedicated study plan for Nico to follow until the exam, he might have a chance of success.
“Uh…” Nico glanced down at his phone to check the time. “In just over 90 minutes?”
Owen’s eyebrows shut up in surprise. “Wait, the exam is today? We have less than an hour to prep?” Owen was a good tutor, but he wasn’t a miracle worker. Nico was screwed.
“Well…” Nico glanced around the library hall, making sure there wasn’t anyone nearby. “That’s why I thought maybe you could write it for me?”
Owen shook his head, standing up from the library table. He’d heard enough. “No way, Nico. If I get caught, we’re both done for. I want to help you, but I’m not risking my own future for you. Sorry.”
“Wait! Hold on, please,” Nico begged, reaching out and grabbing Owen’s hand as he turned to leave. Nico pulled out a small syringe with a bright glowing red liquid pulsing inside from his jacket pcoket, holding it up in the light.
“What the hell is that?” Owen asked, his curiosity piqued as he sat back down at the table. The vial reminded him of something out of his sci-fi shows, the unnatural glow of the liquid almost hypnotic.
“This is how you don’t get caught. I can’t tell you how or where I got this, but if you take this injection…you’ll become me,” Nico explained.
“Become you?” Owen repeated, furrowing his brow.
“Well, you’ll look like me,” Nico elaborated. “You’ll physically look just like me, but you’ll still be you. Which means you can go write the exam in my place and get a passing grade, and no one will ever find out. After the exam, all we have to do is give you another injection which reverses the changes and we’re good to go.”
Owen looked at the syringe skeptically. Nico sounded like a madman, and Owen wasn’t too keen to inject the radioactive fluid into his bloodstream.
“That…sounds crazy,” Owen finally replied.
“I know how it sounds, but it’s the truth. I’ve seen the changes from the serum for myself firsthand, it’s…incredible. I know I’ve put you in a real tough situation, and I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t desperate, but my future is in your hands. I promise you, it is completely safe. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.” Despite how insane it all sounded, Owen got the sense that Nico was being genuine. He truly seemed to believe what he was telling Owen, and that meant something. Nico was a lot of things, but Owen knew he was a good guy at heart.
Even if it was true, the thought of being Nico - even temporarily - was scary. What if something went wrong and he couldn’t change back? At the same time, he was Nico’s only chance of passing his exam. If Owen refused to participate, that would be the end of Nico’s academic career. Could Owen live with himself if he didn’t help?
With great reluctance, Owen reached out and grabbed the syringe off the table between them. Nico let out an audible sigh of relief, his future saved.
“So I just jab this in, then?” Owen asked.
“Not here - somewhere private,” Nico gestured towards the group of students a few table over from them. “The bathroom, maybe?”
Owen nodded in acknowledgment. “Be right back, then.” He crossed the library hall towards the floor’s bathroom, feeling as if the eyes of every person were following his journey. He tucked the syringe into his blue jeans pocket to not draw attention to himself.
Owen did a quick check in the stalls to make sure he was truly alone in the bathroom. He stared down at the syringe, feeling as if he was about to the dumbest thing in his whole life. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, studying his appearance. His slender build and messy brown hair wasn’t much to look at; girls often called him cute, but it was meant in a patronizing way. There was nothing he really liked about his appearance, but now that he was presented with the option of looking like someone else, he found comfort staring at his own reflection.
Owen slid the tip of the needle into his forearm and pushed down on the plunger. Extracting the empty syringe and returning it to his pocket, he continued to look into the mirror, anxiously anticipating the changes to come.
The first alterations were subtle, barely perceptible to Owen. His torso and legs both stretched, elongating his height by a few inches. His vision started to blur, growing fuzzier by the second until he could barely see anything. Owen took his glasses off and his eyesight returned back to normal; he no longer needed his prescription to see. His narrow build widened, his shoulders broadening into a more muscular frame.
“This is crazy,” Owen muttered to himself, watching as his biceps bulged with thick cords of muscle. His previously scrawny forearms doubled in size, veins popping out from his new brawny arms. Owen raised one of his arms and flexed, feeling mighty with his new strength.
The sleeves of his polo could barely contain his hulking shoulders and arms. The front of Owen’s polo tightened as two round beefy pecs pushed out from his previously flat chest. Owen could see through the skintight material of his shirt as his tummy contoured into sculpted abs; his upper body was now an exact replicant of Nico’s.
The changes were happening rapidly now as the transformation reshaped his lower body. Owen’s buttcheeks swelled into a round, toned ass; he spun around in the mirror to admire his new shapely rear. His thighs and calves both thickened with muscle, Owen’s baggy blue jeans tightening as definition formed.
Owen grunted as he felt his cock start to harden, a prominent bulge forming at his crotch. Owen reached down and gripped his dick through his pants, amazed at how big it felt. He couldn’t resist the urge to check, pulling down his pants and admiring the thick hard python between his legs. Owen wanted to take his member into his hand and jerk off, but reluctantly pulled his pants back up. It almost felt like a violation to be admiring his new dick, knowing he was actually looking at Nico’s.
Owen’s frizzy brown hair restyled itself into a wavvy cut, shifting to a darker shade. His bushy eyebrows thinned; it was clear that Nico took a lot of time on his appearance, and that included plucking and shaping his brows. Owen’s round face grew thinner, sharp cheekbones forming on both sides. A light stubble burgeoned along his sculpted jaw, the finishing touch to his miraculous transformation.
Owen was no longer looking at himself in the mirror; it was Nico staring back at him.
“This is crazy,” Owen whispered. His voice had altered as well, adopting Nico’s husky cadence. It felt weird being in Nico’s body, but it also felt kind of good. He felt a sense of power and confidence washing over him.
Owen thought someone would notice him as he returned to Nico, but the handful of students still in the library didn’t spare him a second glance. Nico was scrolling on his phone, so he didn’t notice as Owen approached. Owen cleared his throat loudly to get Nico’s attention. Nico looked up, his eyes widening upon seeing Owen’s new look. “Damn, it worked! How do you feel?”
“Pretty good, actually,” Owen smirked, “It feels good to be you.”
Nico grabbed his student ID and handed it over to Owen. “You’ll need this for the exam. Once you’re done writing, meet me back here and we’ll turn you back.”
As Owen turned to leave, Nico called out to him. “Hey, Owen? Just to be safe, you’d better head back here right away after you’re done writing. There could be side effects if you stay looking like me for too long.”
Owen scowled; that was the first Nico had mentioned about any adverse consequences from the change. “Side effects? Like what?”
“You’ll be fine. Just hurry back as soon as you can. And thanks again for doing this, bud - I really do appreciate it,” Nico smiled at Owen reassuringly, but Owen could sense there was a bit of concern now that he’d actually taken the vial.
By the time Owen made it to the exam hall, students were already starting to enter. Owen recognized one of the proctors checking student IDs at the door as Ivan, a fellow student he’d taken a handful of classes with over the past few years. Owen felt a surge of panic, fearing he’d be recognized and called out on the spot. Remembering that he looked like Nico, Owen forced himself to relax and approached Ivan, handing over his student ID.
Ivan took a cursory glance down at the ID before handing it back over to Owen. “Feeling ready, Nico?” Ivan asked with a smirk.
“Uh…yeah, we’ll see how it goes,” Owen muttered in response. He was sure he wouldn’t have any trouble with an intro to calculus exam, but was trying to play the part of Nico and didn’t want to come off as too confident.
“I’m sure you’re going to do fine,” Ivan said with a wink before turning his attention to the next student.
Owen entered the exam hall, sitting in his assigned spot. He felt unsettled by his brief interaction with Ivan; it felt like Ivan was being flirty with him. Owen had never received that kind of attention from a guy, and it felt weird. More unsettling to Owen was that he was a little aroused by Ivan’s behavior. His heart was beating fast and his palms were sweaty, his thoughts lingering on Ivan and his charming smile.
“Get it together,” Owen hissed to himself, shaking his head to collect his thoughts. This whole situation was bizarre, and it was messing with his head. Of course it was totally normal to like getting attention from a cute guy; it didn’t mean he was gay or anything. He impatiently waited for the exam to begin, eager to get this over with so he could change back.
After what felt like an eternity, the exam writing finally commented. Owen easily made his way through the first few pages of the exam, speeding through the questions. This was almost too straightforward; he’d be done in no time. He almost couldn’t believe this was a legitimate final exam because he found it so unsultingly simple.
It wasn’t until the fourth page where Owen hit his first stumbling block. He was mostly through the question when he realized he was using the completely wrong formula; cursing his mistake, he erased his work and started over. As he finished his answer for the second time, he noticed that he’d messed up his multiplication and division signs several times in the answer. Now extremely pissed at himself, Owen started the question over for the third time. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to focus.
At one point in the exam, Ivan came over to answer a question for the student seated ahead of Owen. Ivan leaned over the desk as he spoke with the student, displaying his round, juicy ass in his tight slacks to Owen. Owen stared lustfully at Ivan’s rear, his own dick beginning to stiffen. One of his hands subconsciously drifted towards his crotch, stroking his hardening cock. It wasn’t until Ivan stood back up and strode back to the front of the room that Owen broke from his trance.
What the hell was happening? Owen knew he wasn’t gay, but when he looked at Ivan he felt an undeniable attraction to the other man. Nico had mentioned something about side effects; had this been what he’d been alluding to?
Owen turned his attention back to his exam paper. He needed to finish the remainder of the test quickly, before any additional side effects occurred. He read the next question over, but his mind was blank on the formula he needed to use to solve the problem. He decided to skip the question for now and read the next one, only to panic when he didn’t know how to answer that question, either. It was like a brain fog was settling in, clouding all of his calculus knowledge.
Minutes started to tick by with Owen making no progress on his exam paper. He kept on staring up at the front of the room and getting distracted by how handsome Ivan was. Students were starting to finish the test and leave the exam room, much to Owen’s dismay. He couldn’t believe how much grief this entry level exam was causing him.
“Last 10 minutes left!” Ivan called out to the handful of students still writing. Owen was in full on panic mode now; over half of his paper was still blank. He flipped through the pages desperately for a question he’d be able to answer, but it was like reading a foreign language. Everything Owen knew about math was just…gone. There was no way Nico was going to pass this class, Owen thought guiltily.
As the exam concluded, Owen slowly rose from his seat. His head was spinning as he tried to process what just happened; he’d never performed so poorly on a test before. It had to be related to whatever Nico had given him - it was starting to mess with his mind.
“So, how did it go?” Ivan asked as Owen handed over his test paper.
“Not great,” Owen sighed. How was he going to break it to Nico that he’d let him down? There had to be something he could do to make things right.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ivan sounded genuinely sympathetic. Owen glanced around to realize he was the last writer to hand in his exam; he was the only one in the room with Ivan. Remembering Ivan’s flirty banter from earlier, it suddenly dawned on Owen that he might be able to get a passing grade another way.
“I suppose you’re not willing to offer me a bonus question?” Owen asked innocently, biting his lower lip.
Ivan frowned at him, not comprehending Owen’s proposition. “I’m not sure I…” Owen cut Ivan off, grabbing the other man by the collar of his shirt and gently pushing him against the blackboard. Ivan’s eyes widened in realization. “Nico, I can’t…”
Owen leaned in, brushing his lips against Ivan. Ivan’s body shuddered at Owen’s touch, his arms wrapping around Owen’s broad shoulders and pulling him in closer. The two men began to kiss, Owen sliding his tongue into Ivan’s mouth. Owen’s cock was rock hard at this point, thrusting against Ivan’s crotch. He felt so powerful and strong, dominating Ivan like this.
Owen slid down to his knees, unbuttoning Ivan’s pants and pulling out the other man’s cock. Though he’d never blown a man before, Owen took Ivan’s member into his mouth with practiced ease. Ivan grabbed the back of Owen’s head, slowly thrusting his hips. Owen continued to slide his tongue along the tip of Ivan’s dick, Ivan’s pleasureful groans encouraging him on.
“Oh fuck, Nico, I’m going to…” Ivan grunted, his breathing heavy. With a wicked grin, Owen abruptly stopped the blowjob and stood back up.
“No cumming for you yet,” Owen ordered.
The two men ripped off eachother’s clothes until they were both naked, staring lustfully at one another. Ivan had a lean, athletic build; not nearly as muscular as Owen, but still very attractive. Owen flipped Ivan around, bending him over a desk. Owen pressed the tip of his cock against Ivan’s hole, teasing him.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Owen asked, feeling cocky.
“Yes,” Ivan panted in response.
“Are you going to make sure I pass this exam?” Owen demanded. His whole life, Owen had always been a rule follower. In that moment, Owen realized how boring it was to be a slave to the machine. He felt so alive and free now, bending the man before him to his will to get what he wanted.
“Yes you’ll pass, I promise,” Ivan nodded in agreement.
Owen slowly pushed the tip of his member into Ivan, eliciting another loud moan from Ivan. Just like with the blowjob, fucking Ivan was easy for Owen as if he’d done it countless times before. He slid more of his length into Ivan with each thrust until he was balls deep inside of him. Ivan was so tight and Owen had already been pretty horny from the transformation earlier, so he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
Owen let out a masculine grunt as he erupted inside Ivan, spilling his seed into the other man’s ass. Ivan came shortly afterwards, spraying the desk and his stomach with his jizz.
“That was incredible, Nico,” Ivan was breathless.
“Yeah, I would say that performance was worth at least an 80,” Owen proclaimed with a laugh, throwing his clothes back on.
“You wouldn’t be…interested in getting coffee later?” Ivan asked bashfully. Owen grinned; this poor sucker was absolutely in love with him.
“We’ll see after my exam grade is posted,” Owen replied, giving Ivan a wink before strutting out of the exam room. Ivan could deal with cleaning up the mess.
Entering the hallway, Owen checked his phone to see he had three missed calls from Nico. Nico had also texted him, wondering why it was taking so long and urging him to get back to the library to change him back.
Owen swiped the messages away without responding. He had already decided that he liked the way he felt now and had no intention of going back. Losing some of his intelligence sucked and definitely had an impact on hia future plans, but he felt better as Nico than he ever had as himself. He’d made sure that Nico had pased the Calculus exam - letting Owen keep his body was the least Nico could do to return the favour. Nico would just have to deal with them being twins going forward; maybe he’d even be able to convince him they should sleep together, which would be crazy hot.
For the first time in his life, Owen didn’t have a plan on what came next. And that felt fucking incredible.
