I am 18 and all participants/characters must be 18

[M4M2F/TF] [M4A Playing M2F/M2TF]

I didn't expect for you to pop back up on my radar, but your message is enough to make me sit up from my nap at my desk. Hey, successful authors sometimes are allowed to take mid-day naps like everyone else, especially those of us dealing with a real bad case of writer's block.

"Hey Lionel. Look, I know it's been some time since we last spoke or saw each other but I could really use your help. Things for me have... shit, how can I even put this into words? Listen, do you remember that trial run study I took part in? Do you happen to remember the name of the company that was involved with it?"

I don't exactly know the full details of where this is going or the exact territories of how fucked up this will be, but I can already feel the strong urge within me to respond to your DM with an "I told you so...". But that would be highly hypocritical of me to do so. I know that whatever it is that you're about to lay on me stems from one very particular point in our lives. One of which where we were just two broke college students who didnt truly grasp the concept of consequential thinking.

We didn't always make the best decisions.

Back then, we spent quite a bit of time trying to put some extra cash in our pockets and bank accounts. When you grow up with not much to your name and surrounded with little to nothing, the dollar holds a much more profound weight on you. We both same from similar impoverished upbringing and were determined to do whatever we could to never again know that hardship. We never crossed any lines and did anything illegal, but we had our share of dumb shit we got into just to get a payday.

Again, we didn't always make the best decisions.

Then came that flier. Now, it's no secret that some companies and organizations will turn to using impressionable adults they find on the street for whenever they need bodies for something. So when you brought me that flier you received that states some nearby medical clinic was looking for candidates for a year-long study of a new drug with pay, we both jumped at the opportunity. It was for some new male enhancement and fertility drug, one that ironically never saw the light of day or hit the shelves at any store now that I think about it. We gave the number on the flier a call and set up an appointment to go meet with the medical team that was running the clinical trial.

And I was denied. There was only one spot left and despite the two of us being of a similar athlete build like many of the other guys who were present, you was picked to be the last candidate.

Soon you were bringing in a big paycheck every month for the whole year while starting to look more and more like some shredded Calvin Klein model or lifeguard. The change in your physique we both chalked up to being a harmless side effect. I didn't think anything else of it but I was envious at the time at all the money and ladies you were pulling in.

After college, we kept in touch for a handful of years before we found ourselves drifted apart. You went on to live your life and I did the same.

"I remember the study, but I can't recall the name of the company. Why? What's the matter?" I respond back.

I see thar you read my message though there's a bit of a lengthy pause. Then I see that you're currently typing your response that I then receive.

"That drug they were testing on us is to blame for all of this. It's messing me up. It's been going on for past few months now. I don't look or feel the way I use to and people around me... well, there are some other side effects I'd rather not get into. Every doctor I've gone to has said it's an aggressive hormonal imbalance but my blood work keeps turning up fine. I-I don't know what to do. It's ruined me, Lionel."

I'm intrigued now. I feel a compulsion of morbid curiosity swell within me to see for myself what is happening to you. But that curiosity is accompanied with uncertainty. I'm not aware of what rabbit hole I'm about to get myself into with whatever is going on with you. Uncertainty provokes a lot of things. Some are drawn to it and others are terrified of me.

As for me... well, reality is stranger than fiction and I can use some inspiration to break my writer's block.

I look at my phone, then text back. "What's your address? I'll come out to see you."

Now A Few Words From The OP

Hello out there, everyone. Thanks for taking the time to read this latest creation of mine. I have been wanting to do something that blends a bit of a medical thriller, speculative fiction, erotica, and some body horror elements for some time now. I had this in mind as a special prompt for an old RP partner of mine but since I haven't heard from them in a long while, I'm making this available to anyone and everyone interested.

The gist of the prompt us how two friends reunite over the uncanny dilemma one of them is facing. What can you do when your body is undergoing a metamorphosis that you have no control over that can also have long-lasting ramifications to those around you?

If this prompt interests you, feel free to message me but please add in some effort. One liners or "Hey I like your post" will be ignored.