The two who became one (Pixiv Fanbox)

　Midnight, with heat still rising from the asphalt. Even though it was late September, the occasional breeze was lukewarm, lingering with the day's muggy heat. Senior police officer Hayato Muto, patrolling the neighborhood on foot, wiped his forehead with the handkerchief in his hand and muttered to himself.

"Ugh~~!! Damn it……, it's the middle of the night, and it's still too hot~……"

　He loosened the collar of his uniform and quickened his pace through the residential area. His armpits were dark with sweat stains, and a musky, masculine scent rose from him. Despite his own body odor, Hayato couldn't help but grimace.

　Midnight patrol. Losing at rock-paper-scissors meant he had to hand over the police box's only bicycle to his junior. Having captained the baseball team through middle and high school, then pushed his body to the limit with judo and kendo at the police academy, he prided himself on his endurance. Even he was sick of it—the recent midsummer heat was abnormal.

"……Somehow, tonight feels off."

　It was his intuition. This kind of gut feeling rarely let him down. He'd been stationed at the police box for nearly seven years now. Having risen to the rank of senior police officer, Hayato prided himself on being sensitive to shifts in the local atmosphere.

　He steeled himself—just as he took a deep breath. From around the corner came shouting and the dull thud of something being struck.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"

　Gripping his baton, Hayato deliberately yelled loudly to intimidate them as he rounded the corner. What met his eyes was a middle-aged man who looked drunk and a young man cowering, clutching his head. The young man seized the opening created by Hayato's appearance as a police officer, scrambled to his feet, and bolted away. The middle-aged man left behind glared at Hayato with bloodshot eyes. His hair was messy and streaked with gray, his face unshaven. His belly bulged with fat, and tattoos flashed through the gaps in his koikuchi shirt. Clearly, he wasn't 'just a drunk'. An anti-social element, perhaps?

"This is the police! Hey, you! Do you know what you’ve done? This is assault! Assault! You’re caught in the act. You’re coming to the police box──"

　Hayato grabbed his radio to contact his colleague waiting at the police box, but the man flashed a faint smirk. With a look that was downright lascivious, and a drool-covered tongue hanging out, he eyed Hayato up and down, sizing him up.

"Heh heh…… Nice body, officer……♥"

　He should have been drunk, yet his tone was oddly clear. Hayato took a step back, wary. But the man grinned broadly, pulling a small glass vial from his pocket. Inside was a garish pink liquid.

"Hey! What the hell is that──"

　Just as he started to speak, the man muttered, "Cheers……" and downed the entire bottle in one gulp.

"Bwaha~~~♥♥♥"

　His eyes widened wildly, and in the next instant, he lunged at Hayato. Hayato's body froze solid like ice at the man's unexpected action.

"H-hey, wait!? Mmmphh……!!"

　Hayato was forcibly pulled into an embrace, the man's lips pressed against his. A hot, slimy kiss. The taste of saliva, mingled with the stench of nicotine and alcohol, was so foul it made him want to vomit.

"~~~?!"

　The instant he tried to escape, a numbness spread through Hayato's entire body. His strength drained away. And his whole body began to feel strangely hot.

　Their tongues slurped and tangled together. The mucous membranes inside his mouth felt scorching hot. The middle-aged man's teeth were crooked and dirty, his breath a sickeningly raw stench. And yet, a pleasure that felt like Hayato's very brain was being scrambled overwhelmed him. It far surpassed the sensation he'd felt kissing his first love back in middle school.

(S-stop…… it……!)

　Hayato wanted to resist, but his legs felt like jelly, unable to brace himself. To make matters worse, he seemed to be getting hard. Kissing a man should have been utterly disgusting, yet it felt incredibly good. Hayato's body, supposedly heterosexual, screamed in ecstasy.

(Guhehe……, Let's become one, officer♥)

　His vision distorted. Hayato saw his own lower body merging and becoming one with the man's body.

　Hot. Disgusting──. Yet deep within Hayato's gut, pleasure writhed like a sleeping monster had been awakened.

(No…… We'll…… merge……! My body and this perverted old man's body……)

　He couldn't even manage a faint scream. Because Hayato and the man's upper bodies were already fused together, their lips melded as well. Muscle and fat mingled, bones shifting. It wasn't just their bodies blending. Into Hayato's mind flowed unidentifiable emotions, not his own.

(Stop it! Stop…… Don't come inside meeeee……!!!)

　Words failed him. He couldn't move even a finger. As consciousness sank into darkness, Hayato felt someone's low laughter echo deep within his brain. And the last thing he saw was the impossible sight of his own face melting together with the pervert's.

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　Hayato was dreaming. It was a stifling, clammy nightmare. A slimy tongue, the foul, fishy stench of a man's breath that made him want to plug his nose. The greasy, slick feel of skin when touched, the eerie, death-like laughter.

(……No. This isn't a dream!)

　He snapped his eyes open. Lying on the ground, he stared up at the night sky on his back. A single streetlight swayed and blurred before him.

"Huh...? What was I doing?"

　His voice was slightly hoarse. It was his own voice, yet it felt oddly unfamiliar. His head ached like after a bad hangover. When he sat up, his body felt strangely heavy. A dull, sluggish sensation, as if he'd slept all day. As he slowly stood up, his clothes felt tight.

"Wh…… What the hell is this……?"

　His police uniform was stretched so tight it looked like it might scream. Hayato frantically undid the buttons, revealing a chest sagging heavily with fat. Feeling the weight around his waist, he shifted his gaze to find a thick, hairy potbelly protruding prominently, covered in useless fat.

　With trembling hands, he pulled out his smartphone and checked the time. Less than five minutes had passed since Hayato lost consciousness. Panicking, he rushed into the public restroom of a nearby park. Stumbling as he entered, the moment he stood before the mirror inside──.

"……No way……?"

　The figure in the mirror wasn't 【Hayato Muto】. No, faint traces of Hayato remained, but……

　But his once jet-black hair was now streaked with gray, and moss-like stubble grew on his chin. His sharp eyes, once called manly, drooped slightly; his nostrils had grown larger, and to make matters worse, nose hairs poked out from within. And then there were the tattoos etched onto his completely flabby upper body.

(……That guy……, the yakuza-looking man from earlier? My body and his…… merged……?)

　Hayato frantically looked away, convinced he saw his own expression in the mirror twist into a faint, distorted smile.

(Did we fuse……? With that pervert from earlier?!)

　He couldn't make sense of it. Two people becoming one? Hayato pinched his cheek as hard as he could, hoping it was a dream, but it only stung and brought tears to his eyes.

　He exhaled shallowly, then drew in a deep breath. Though confused, Hayato decided to return to the police box first. He felt like he might go mad thinking alone; he needed to talk to someone, anyway. If he met his colleagues in his current body, they'd surely mistake him for a suspicious person, not recognize him as 【Hayato Muto】. That's what he thought──.

"Ah, Hayato-senpai! Good work on patrol!"

"Good work yourself, Hayato."

　When Hayato returned to the police box, his colleagues greeted him as usual. No one seemed to notice this bizarre situation.

(……What everyone sees is 【the usual me】……?)

　So, to those around me, I still look like 【Hayato Muto】? But this body feels wrong. The tattoos etched into my skin, the stale, oily smell of age clinging to me…… This clearly belongs to 【someone else】.

　And above all, the moment he saw his burly colleagues, Hayato was bewildered by an inexplicable desire welling up from the depths of his heart: 'I want to have sex with guys.' As a heterosexual man, he naturally had no interest in male-male intercourse. He had never once felt such an emotion before.

"No, what the hell is this…… No……! This is crazy…… I don't like men!!"

　Hayato dashed into the police box locker room and threw off his uniform jacket. 'This is a dream, it has to be. If I slept and woke up, I'd surely be back in my own body!!'

　Fortune or misfortune, it was just break time, so he could sleep. Hayato slipped under the futon laid out on the tatami mats and closed his eyes. He wouldn't fall asleep right away. That's what he thought, but his head felt pleasantly fuzzy, like when he was drunk, and his consciousness quickly drifted into a light slumber.

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　When Hayato woke up, he was drenched in cold sweat. The police box's nap room. He'd been dreaming. But the dream was far too vivid.

(No way…… In my dream…… I……!)

　He didn't want to remember. Yet it was seared into his mind. The familiar sight of his colleagues in uniform, their sweaty necks, that tangy scent. In the dream, he had pinned them down, savoring their skin as if licking it. Two well-built men pressed their plump bodies together, sniffing each other's body odors.

　Just remembering it made his whole body heat up, his erection throbbing painfully. Worse, inside his boxer briefs, semen from a wet dream was sticky and clinging.

"Damn it……!!"

　Hayato jumped up, roughly stripping off his sweat-soaked shirt and the stiff, semen-stained underwear. He wiped his forehead and took several deep breaths. His heart pounded loudly. His throat was parched—no, it wasn't just his throat. Something starved and thirsty seemed to be struggling to burst out from deep within his gut.

(Calm down. Stay cool. I'm…… I'm Hayato Muto, a police officer! I'm not like that greasy, anti-social pervert of an old man……)

　Even as he told himself so, his own arm caught his eye. Hairy, calloused hands—fists that looked like they'd knocked people out countless times—once again thrust reality back at him.

"No……, no…… I'm a decent human being!!"

　Hayato rushed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to wash his face. That was when it happened. The 【Hayato Muto】 in the mirror grinned. No, that couldn't be. There was no way he could be smiling in a situation like this. But he definitely looked like he was smiling.

(……Again? Am I seeing things? Or is it a hallucination……?)

　A restless feeling churned deep in his stomach. He couldn't shake the sense that the 【something】 dwelling inside Hayato's body possessed emotions separate from his own will. Sweat beaded on his skin. Even after taking a sip of water, his throat remained parched. And his groin felt hot. For some reason, just looking at his own body made him feel aroused.

(No…… this…… I'm not a……)

　He denied it with all his might. But the projector spinning in his mind wouldn't stop. Hayato's expression softened again, and he began fantasizing about how he wanted to violate his muscular comrades' asses.

(Stooooop……, I don't think about things like this……!)

　Anxiety and disgust. And above all, a fierce, surging lust. Hayato's mind was slowly, steadily being eroded by thoughts that weren't his own.

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　Hayato finally returned home after finishing work and let out a sigh. He locked the door, shed his shoes, and stumbled inside.

(I'm so exhausted……)

　It was a single phrase that condensed the emotions of his entire day. It had been a day spent in an unfamiliar body. The difference in center of gravity, the height of his field of vision—even just standing felt incredibly strange. Still, he'd managed to complete his duties without arousing suspicion. Hayato quickly finished his bath, intending to fall asleep soon, and began undressing.

　He took off his shirt, then his pants──and suddenly, his hands stopped in front of the full-length mirror. His own body stared back at him.

(Is this…… me now……?)

　Muscular, broad chest. But not the lean physique of the Hayato Muto he once knew. Thick layers of fat sat on his abdomen, and though his shoulders were sturdy, his form felt somehow loose. Hayato's eyes were drawn to the slightly slovenly body.

　Looking further, he saw numerous tattoos carved from the shoulders across the chest, arms, and back. Each one radiated an intimidating, distinctly violent aura.

(On the body of a police officer like me, such a……)

　A sense of transgression swirled in Hayato's mind. Logically speaking, it was unthinkable for a police officer like him to have so many tattoos etched onto his skin. Yet, deep within Hayato's chest, what welled up was a thrilling, shuddering sense of transgression.

(Tattoos on my body……)

　A tingling sensation slowly crept up his spine. He, who was supposed to uphold society's order, was now adorned with symbols of antisociality. Hayato found himself inexplicably aroused by this perverse situation. The corners of his mouth naturally curled upward.

　Hayato let out a hot breath and slowly stroked his stomach. His fingers slid over the fat, feeling the heat beneath. Chest muscles, sides, thighs──no matter where he touched, it wasn't the familiar body of 【Hayato Muto】. Yet it was already beginning to feel like a part of Hayato, growing familiar.

(Not bad at all……♥)

　His breathing grew naturally heavier. Heat gathered in his lower abdomen, drawing his consciousness there. Hayato reached for his stiffened crotch. Enveloping the penis pushing against his underwear in his palm, he slowly massaged it. A powerful sensation shot up his spine. No matter how he thought about it, this wasn't the pleasure he got from masturbation. He felt filled with unease, but his hands couldn't stop touching him.

(What the hell is this…… This is perverted! But I can't stop my hand……!!)

　Tearing off his boxer briefs, Hayato began stroking his hardened cock directly. He cupped the glans, already glistening with precum, making squelching sounds. The sensation was overwhelmingly intense, a sweet ache so powerful it felt like his hips might shatter.

"Ah…… Kwaah……!"

　Hayato masturbates while staring at his reflection in the mirror. He can't stop the moans escaping his lips. Remembering his colleagues' faces from earlier that day and their lewd bodies only heightens his arousal. At the same time, he savors this slovenly yet muscular physique and the tattoos etched into it, as if violating 【someone else】's body.

(To become this body…… To possess this body…… I……)

　Sparks fly behind his eyelids. Climax is near. The moment he senses the warning sign, his hips start thrusting involuntarily. A surging pleasure, like something thrusting up from deep within his core, has been building unnoticed, steadily rising higher and higher.

(I'm…… cumming!!)

"Wooohhhhh♥♥♥"

　With a loud splash, the forcefully ejected semen hit the mirror and splattered everywhere. Panting heavily, Hayato knelt down where he stood.

"……Haa…… hmm……"

　Sweat trickled down his forehead. The 【Hayato】 in the mirror wore an ecstatic smile.

(This is…… 【me】……♥)

　Enveloped in the lingering excitement and pleasure, Hayato collapsed onto the tatami mat. And then, he fell into a deep sleep.

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　Late at night. The bedroom light was off, and the streetlight shining through the curtain gap quietly illuminated the silhouette of a man sleeping on the tatami mats.

　The police officer lay on his back, his futon half-open, breathing comfortably. His limbs stretched out in a star shape. His hair was tousled, his forehead glistening with sweat. But as he wiped the drool from the corner of his slightly parted mouth, he opened his eyes and murmured softly.

"It's about time……"

　Shaking his head lightly as if to awaken his consciousness, he suddenly remembered something and began rummaging through the closet. Holding the item he retrieved up to the moonlight, he grinned. What Hayato clutched was a jet-black dildo shaped like a male organ. He had bought it for sex with his ex-girlfriend, but it had ended up gathering dust in the dresser, never used. 'Well, if anything, it might feel better to cum with this inside me──.'

　Thinking that, Hayato slathered copious amounts of lotion onto the thick dildo. He spread his legs wide, positioned it against his ass, and slowly began to insert it.

"Kuh, uuuh……♥"

　The flesh walls stretched tautly. Hayato's anus was soft, accepting the dildo without resistance. All of this stemmed from his fusion with the homo yakuza who had thoroughly broken him in with male sex. Far from feeling any pain, pleasure alone dominated his mind. As the dildo was driven deep, stimulating his prostate, his already slackened face contorted further, sweet sighs escaping him. Hayato began to slowly shake his hips. Splash, slurp. Lewd wet sounds echoed.

"Oh……♥ Good, it feels so good……♥ It'll start……♥"

　Just as Hayato said, the transformation began. His body, already altered once. First, the color of his skin changed. The soft, pale hue was gradually consumed, shifting toward a wild, bronze tone, likely forged from years of labor under the sun. Simultaneously, his physique transformed.

　His stature, shrunk by the fusion, began to stretch slightly, accompanied by a creaking sound. His bones expanded, and the contours of his muscles sharpened. Unnecessary fat vanished from his chest, tightening it. A defined waist formed, sculpting a solid, sturdy torso. His arms and legs, too, grew thicker and more powerful, veins bulging as if remembering their former shape. Tightening the muscles of his once-flabby buttocks, he forcefully expelled the dildo thrust deep inside him.

　Most of the dense body hair that had grown like a jungle was sucked back into his skin, and once the tattoos faded and the changes to his body other than his cock were complete, it was his face's turn. Hayato's once-rounded contours shifted into a masculine, angular shape. His nose bridge straightened, his eyes sharpened, transforming his features into those of a man radiating a strong sense of justice. The shape of his eyelids, the thickness of his lips, the texture of his hair──everything reverted to its original state as if time were flowing backward. The lingering gloom vanished instantly, replaced by a ruggedly handsome face radiating dignified confidence and cool composure. This was not a 'transformation' but a 'regression'.

　The fusion body of 【Hayato Muto】 and 【Tetsuo Washio】 did not retain the appearance of their blended forms upon awakening. Instead, it reverted to the exact appearance of 【Hayato Muto】 before their fusion.

　And then──as the physical transformation reached its end, the penis that had been covered in skin due to their bodies fusing together also transformed, as if it had always been that way, into a magnificent, fully circumcised giant cock.

"I'm cumming with Hayato's cock!!!"

　Finally, trembling violently as he ejaculated copiously, Hayato let out a gasp of ecstasy, his tongue hanging out. Despite having just spewed his sperm, his crotch was rock hard, and clear pre-cum was already dripping from the tip once more.

"Hmmmm……♥♥ So this…… is 【my】 new body……♥"

　A slightly raspy, deep voice. The voice, low and pleasantly resonant, was rich and full of sensuality. Hayato slowly sat up and stood before the mirror. Reflected in the full-length mirror was the face of a well-toned, fearless man. His perfectly proportioned body showed no excess, clearly defined muscles. Even the way his pectorals and abs rose and fell with each breath felt beautiful, a truly perfected physical form.

"……Perfect…… It's a perfect body…… And no tattoos either……"

　He bent his arm, striking a pose like a bodybuilder. A mountain-like bicep formed, and a masculine scent began wafting from his armpit. The movements of his youthful, supple muscles—honed as a seasoned police officer—stimulated his entire body, as if designed to please Hayato.

"Ah…… this is unbearable♥"

　A gasp escaped him involuntarily, and Hayato's manly face slackened sloppily. Simultaneously, another wave crashed into his mind. The life, memories, emotions, habits, likes, dislikes, faces of colleagues, knowledge and experience gained from missions──all of 【Hayato Muto】's existence poured into 【his】 consciousness like a muddy torrent.

"Ugh, ah, nnghaaaahhh♥♥♥"

　Overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information and pleasure, Hayato instinctively dropped to all fours on the floor, his shoulders shaking. An intense sensation akin to climax. A perverse acceptance of losing himself. His skin instantly broke out in a sweat, and his massive cock thumped violently, writhing wildly. Unable to hold back, Hayato grabbed it.

"OHOHO♥"

　That sensation alone was enough to make him realize his very being had transformed into something else. Thick and long, a symbol of a man's strength with veins bulging. Just gripping that rock-hard erection and stroking it up and down felt so good it nearly shattered his hips. Pre-cum overflowed, and the sticky, wet sounds echoed through the room.

"Mmm……♥ Ugh! Phew!"

　He clenched his teeth, desperately trying to stifle his voice. Yet the sounds and breaths that escaped were sweet and lewd. Eventually, the limit arrived. Hayato spread his legs facing the mirror, thrusting his hips forward as he came. The forceful stream of white fluid splattered against the mirror, dripping down lasciviously.

(Ah, Hayato's body is mine……♥ From today on, I am 【Hayato Muto】♥♥ Damn…… I'm a cop, yet I've seriously turned into a pervert♥♥♥)

　Hayato's mind had been completely overtaken by the presence of Washio, and 【Tetsuo Washio】 had taken full possession of everything belonging to police officer 【Hayato Muto】. While memories from before the fusion remained, they were now nothing more than a spice that brought him perverse pleasure. He felt excitement at the immoral act of living as someone else, manipulating his new body while thinking about the pitiful police officer whose body had been stolen by the yakuza.

"Oh♥ Ahhh……♥♥"

(Damn…… this cop cock feels so good♥♥)

　Sticking his hips out toward the mirror, Washio frantically jerked off his own cock. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure and euphoria, unable to think clearly, he raced toward climax once more. Thick, yellowish semen spurted forcefully, forming a sticky, viscous puddle on the tatami mat.

"I'm……, I'm Senior police officer Hayato Muto. My body got taken over by a yakuza and I turned into a bit of a pervert, but I'll still work for the town's peace today too♥"

　He grinned broadly at his reflection in the mirror. A refreshing smile you'd never guess came from a former yakuza. The realization that he'd become a different person surged through him, and Washio's penis regained its strength.

(Oops…… this is gonna get addictive, huh? Whoa, gotta stop jerking off. If I'm gonna live as a proper police officer, I better get to work before I'm late♥)

　He roughly wiped the semen-covered mirror and floor with a towel, then reached for his freshly laundered boxer briefs. Slipping his arms into a white dress shirt, he lightly buttoned the front, his posture naturally straightening. He tied his tie, pulled on his dark navy slacks, and fastened his belt.

　The man standing in the mirror was unmistakably 【Hayato Muto】 himself. And Hayato slowly opened the front door.

"Alright, I'm off♥"

　A new day begins. But the person experiencing this life from now on was 【someone】 completely different from just a few hours ago.

(End)