Last day of NNN - Condom TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerLast day of NNN - Condom TFBrody and Tanner lounged in their messy Berkeley dorm, surrounded by empty Red Bulls and protein shake containers, examining the sketchy package that had just arrived. Inside lay two…
Brody and Tanner lounged in their messy Berkeley dorm, surrounded by empty Red Bulls and protein shake containers, examining the sketchy package that had just arrived. Inside lay two simple bracelets - one red, one blue - and matching gel capsules. "Dude, this NNN challenge kit better work," Brody muttered, sand still stuck under his nails from his morning surf. His wetsuit hung dripping by the window. "That Korean site was sketchy as hell. Half of the text wasn't even translated." Tanner flipped through the crumpled instructions. "Look, my cousin in Seoul hooked us up. It's just some banned transformation tech they can't legally sell here. Black market stuff, but it works. I think if you have the blue bracelet you take the blue pill" He adjusted his red bracelet with a satisfying click. "Unless you're chickening out? Tired of being the one who always loses No Nut November by week two?" "You're such a dick," Brody growled, slapping the blue bracelet on his tanned wrist. "When you inevitably bust first, have fun being my personal chauffeur for a year. I'm talking about 3 AM Tinder pickups, airport runs, designated driver duty, and everything." "Yeah whatever, Condom Nutter," Tanner smirked. "That's gonna be your new nickname when you lose. The whole campus will know." They each swallowed their pills with leftover beer, not realizing in their haste they'd mixed up the colors. The first two weeks were brutal but manageable. Brody buried himself in marine biology textbooks while Tanner practically lived at the campus gym. No porn, no hookups, not even Instagram. They deleted dating apps and avoided the sorority side of campus like the plague. The lack of post-nut clarity had them both acting strange. Every yoga pants that passed became psychological warfare. The campus coffee shop barista's innocent "extra cream?" nearly broke Tanner. Brody had to leave his surf club meeting when they started discussing "riding waves." By week three, they were seeing sexual hints everywhere. The way their TA wrote equations on the board and the shape of their protein shakes. Even the campus statue started looking thicc and juicy. Their friends noticed the change - Brody got snappy, while Tanner developed an eye twitch. November 30th arrived... the final stretch. Brody was on a date with Summer, some hippie chick from Bio class who didn't believe in deodorant but somehow still smelled like patchouli and sex. He kept anxiously checking his phone during their vegan dinner. "You seem tense," Summer purred, running her Birkenstocked foot up his leg. "I've got some amazing CBD oil back at my place..." "Just a few more hours," Brody muttered, ordering his fourth sparkling water. The bracelet felt warm against his skin. Across town at Club Nightfun, Tanner was mentally hocked by an absolute goddess on the dance floor. Platinum blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, barely hiding bedroom eyes rimmed with perfect smoky shadow. Blood-red lips that could've been injected with pure sin or filler. Her crop top showed off a flat stomach decorated with a diamond belly button ring, but holy fuck - those hips in that tiny black skirt should've been illegal. Every movement was a pure sex dance, her body flowing to the bass like liquid mercury. When she danced, every guy in the place forgot how to breathe. Even the girls couldn't look away. The air around her seemed charged with raw erotic energy. Tanner's bracelet grew uncomfortably hot as she approached. "Like what you see?" she breathed against his neck, her perfume short-circuiting his brain. Those red lips curved into a predatory smile. "Bathroom?" Tanner followed like a man possessed, his last coherent thought being, "Just hold out till midnight." They'd barely reached the hallway when the pain hit. His whole body seized up, burning like he was being dissolved in acid. The club lights swirled and stretched as his consciousness compressed smaller, smaller... When awareness returned, everything felt wrong. Flat. Synthetic. The bass thumped dully through what used to be his body - now just a thin latex disc on the grimy bathroom floor. He could still think, still feel, but he was nothing but a fucking condom. His clothes lay scattered and trampled. Through the darkness, he saw someone lift his wallet and another grab his phone. His expensive sneakers disappeared into the crowd not so long after. The blonde who'd led him here just sighed, scooped him up, and dropped him in her tiny purse like spare change. The world went dark again, but Tanner's new rubber form could feel everything. The brush of receipts, the scratch of a makeup compact, the overwhelming scent of vanilla body spray. He tried to scream but had no mouth but wanted to scream. Tried to move but had no limbs. Just stretchy latex waiting to be used. Hours passed in the dark prison of her purse. The club bass faded, replaced by the rumble of an Uber. There were quick clicks of heels on the pavement, then a door opening. Then light f
