Disclaimer: This is a fictional, gay erotic transformation story intended for 18+ audiences only. All characters are 18+, fully consenting, and the content includes intense physical changes, dom/sub reversal, and breeding kink.
Chapter 1: Calibration
Cade Walker was exactly the kind of man the program wanted—without knowing it.
Tight-fitted compression shirt hugging his chest. Backwards cap. A cocky smile that came too easy. Ex-football star, now part-time personal trainer, full-time attention addict. When the popular research lab Polarity Tech reached out for a paid tech trial, he signed up in seconds.
"Just strap the band on and sit still for an hour? Sure. Easy cash."
If only he had read the fine print.
He sat on the padded bench, legs spread wide, phone in hand, tapping absently as a young technician entered with a gleaming black wristband.
Technician: “You Cade?”
Cade : “You bet.”
Technician: “Left wrist.”
She clipped the band around him and pressed a small button on the side.
The band clung tightly, almost eagerly. Cade raised an eyebrow.
“Feels like it wants something.”
The technician didn’t smile. “It reads involuntary arousal patterns. If anything excites you—even subconsciously—it knows. And it adapts.”
Cade laughed. “I’m good. Trust me. I’m not some confused boy in denial. I know what I like.”
She didn’t answer. Just tapped her tablet.
[CALIBRATING: BASELINE HETEROSEXUALITY LOCKED]
Cade flexed his arm and grinned. “Still straight. Still strong.”
Then he felt it. A small buzz, gentle and warm against the inside of his wrist. It made his fingertips twitch.
The band vibrated again. Slower. Smoother. Almost like it was caressing his skin.
Then it tightened.
“Woah.”
[AROUSAL PULSE DETECTED – 3% / ADJUSTING POLARITY 1%]
The technician didn’t look up.
Cade shifted on the bench. “Did it just… touch me?”
The band warmed again. His cock stirred. He looked down—embarrassed.
“It’s not supposed to do that, right?” he asked, trying to chuckle.
No answer.
[SEED IMPLANTED – VISUAL LURE PHASE INITIATED]
The room lights dimmed.
A screen slid down in front of him with a soft hum, flickering to life with gentle, pulsing white light. Cade blinked.
A soothing voice cooed: “Relax. Just watch.”
He smirked. “This some kind of meditation crap?”
Then the images began.
First: women. Curvy, soft-skinned, seductive. He smiled lazily, shifting his hips. The band vibrated in rhythm with the visuals. Arousal registered. Normal.
Then—without warning—the visuals changed.
Shirtless male torsos. Muscles. Hips grinding.
“What the f—” he muttered, but the voice whispered again:
“You can look. No one’s watching.”
He looked.
[EYE CONTACT: 4.7 SECONDS / POLARITY SHIFT +6%]
One of the figures leaned forward on-screen, dripping sweat, flexing.
The voice: “Do you wonder how it tastes?”
“What?”
The band buzzed hard. His cock throbbed in his pants.
[MOAN DETECTED / RESPONSE NOTED]
“No. Hell no,” he said, grabbing the armrests. His knuckles whitened.
But then… a new video.
A man kissing down another’s stomach. Tongue circling his navel. Slipping lower.
Cade inhaled sharply. The band responded, coiling with heat against his pulse. His cock was fully hard now, straining.
His thighs clenched. He shifted, but not away. The seat beneath him suddenly felt softer. Warmer. Like it wanted him to stay.
The whisper came again.
“You’re reacting. You’re letting go. Let it take care of you.”
Another video: a man bending over, revealing his tight ass, licked by another on his knees.
Cade's breath hitched.
His hips thrust forward without thinking.
[HIP THRUST DETECTED – AUTOLOCK OVERRIDE ENABLED / AROUSAL 78%]
“What—what the fuck’s happening?”
He looked down and gasped.
His belt was unbuckled.
He didn’t remember doing that.
His fingers were already inside his waistband, stroking just above the base of his cock, rubbing in small lazy circles—like they didn’t belong to him.
“Stop,” he whispered.
His hand slowed. But didn’t stop.
The whisper again:
“Say it, Cade. Say you want to be filled.”
“No…”
But the screen showed it. A man bent over, begging, licking cum off his own fingers.
Cade’s mouth parted.
He moaned. Louder this time.
[VOCAL SUBMISSION DETECTED / POLARITY SHIFT: 42% / REINFORCE OBEDIENCE SEED]
Then the voice said something new, “Touch yourself. Show us how much you want it.”
And before he could say no—his hand moved.
His fingers inch lower…
His hand’s inside his pants. His body’s no longer asking permission - does he stop? Or surrender?
