Intercepted Order (Patreon)

My stomach twisted in horror when I got home from grocery shopping and saw that my flatmate Lucas was waiting for me with a silver flask in his hands. His lips were twisted up into a smirk - he knew precisely what was in his hands and seemed to relish in the panic that was quickly spreading throughout my mind. My fingers twitched, fighting the urge to lunge forward and wrestle it from his hands. We were both about the same size, skinny as runts without a drop of muscle or hair on either of our bodies, but Lucas had always had a more aggressive streak than me that made our living arrangements sometimes rather difficult. The concoction he now held in his grasp had been my attempt to rectify that situation and give me some much needed control. It hadn’t been cheap either - sixteen months of saving, scraping by in my daily life on the bare minimum just so I could put an order in for the elixir that would save my life.

“So you thought you could sneak this under my nose, huh?” he asked, the snide tone sending a shiver of disgust through me. “I’ve been onto you since day one, you know. Somebody didn’t clear their browser history.” Lucas had always been the type to help himself to my things and when he had broken his laptop beyond repair he had started to use mine rather than getting himself another. I internally cursed at myself for being so foolish. Of course Lucas would find out. He always acted like my business was his business and had consistently interfered in areas of my life where he had no place. He’d even landed me in hot water with my boss when he’d answered my cell phone with a parade of swears and promptly hung up simply because he thought it would make for a good prank. If it wasn’t for the prime location and the cheap rent I would have moved out a long time ago rather than continued to suffer through Lucas’ reign of terror. Unfortunately it had all come back to bite me in the ass.

“Hand that over,” I ordered, struggling to keep my voice steady. “That’s mine.” I was frozen to the spot, my heart beating like a drum in my chest. I should have known he would check my mail while I was out. Nothing was too far for him.

Lucas just laughed in response. “What’s yours is mine,” he exclaimed suddenly, pulling the lid off of the flask and raising the silver tube to his lips. I could only watch in horror as he downed the elixir in one go, stealing the very thing I had worked my ass off to achieve for the last sixteen months. Bile rose in my throat. I was certain that I was going to be sick.

The changes began the moment Lucas pulled the flask back. I knew that he had deliberately only worn his boxers to show off all of the changes as they happened - just another layer on his torment of me. His trap muscles rose to create perfect slopes down to his broadening shoulders and his arms soon began to thicken, the skinny limbs packing on muscle. His biceps bulged as he tensed each arm, showing off physical strength I had no doubt he would use at my expense. Even the tattoo on his right forearm that I always thought looked tacky seemed to fit better on his more muscular arms, no longer appearing like a desperate grasp for some much needed masculinity.

Two solid blocks of muscle began to push out of his chest, forming pecs that he was capable of bouncing upon command, something he didn’t hesitate to do. Lines of definition settled in across his stomach, suggesting that with just a little bit of a shred he would very clearly have a six-pack of abs. Until then he had a solidly built upper body and the lower half wasn’t that much further behind either. I watched enviously as his legs exploded with thick muscular squads and the kind of calves that only came from hard work. Hard work that Lucas had most certainly never put in.

The real kicker though was seeing the bulge in his boxer shorts expand. I had long predicted that my flatmate wasn’t packing much heat in the downstairs department which was one of the reasons for his sour attitude but judging by the outline of the snake I saw forming that would no longer be an issue. He had to be eight inches and that was soft! Similarly his ass pushed out with delectably firm round cheeks, buns that would get noticed in any tight pair of pants. I could already imagine all the wolf whistling he’d receive - attention that should have been given to me!

His once pale complexion gave way to  sun-kissed tan and hair began to sprout from his pecs, down his stomach and all along his legs. Body hair had always been one of my biggest turn-ons and I was ashamed by the sudden arousal that awoke within me. Facial hair even settled in along his squarer jawline while the blemishes that had marked his face previously vanished into nothingness, giving him a fresh and handsome appearance. He looked like he belonged on the cover of magazines, not stuck behind a desk in a dull office job! Knowing Lucas though, it wouldn’t be long until that level of success came to him. He was the conniving sort - he’d make it happen one way or another.

Once he was certain that his changes had stopped, he held out the silver flask to me, that cruel smirk still decorating his unfairly beautiful face. “Here’s your order, buddy,” he announced, the words emerging in a deep rumble that was a long cry from Lucas’ formerly nasal voice. A shiver rushed down my spine, through my body and jolted my cock to life. Against better judgment I was actively turned on by the male specimen I saw before me, even knowing that it was the most unpleasant creature I had ever known wearing those muscles and that face.

“Lucas--” I didn’t even know where to start. The world had opened up beneath my feet and was eating me alive, all while my long-term tormentor relished in my pain.

“It’s Luke from now on,” he interrupted. “And before you say anything else, be a darling and go fetch me a beer from the fridge. Then I think I could do with a foot massage.” I looked down at his bigger feet - they had to be several sizes larger now - and swallowed. “Well? What are you waiting for?” He was so smug, certain of his ultimate victory over me, and it was clear all over his gorgeous face. 

I stared into Luke’s eyes and saw only evil. How such a horrid person could exist I didn’t know but it was my foolishness that had taken advantage of and I hated myself for it. I didn’t quit and give up though. I would pretend to, sure, but I had played the long game once before and it could do it again, this time far more carefully. I’d find a way to take back everything Luke had stolen from me, I was certain of it, and that eventual revenge would taste oh so sweet.