Immersion, ch. 2 (Patreon)

“Uh…hate to break this up, but where’d our clothes go,” Trent asked when he looked down and discovered their discarded garments had vanished.

Evan slipped around behind Riley again, giving his friend one last squeeze and a peck on the cheek before strutting over to the nearby bar. “Honestly? I’m surprised we showed up wearing as much as we did,” he said, as if the thought of spending the next week entirely naked didn’t bother him the slightest. “Wouldn’t be surprised if…”

The blonde was interrupted by a series of harsh mechanical beeps, like an alarm clock suddenly going off. The three men all jumped at the unexpected sound, their startled expressions going annoyed when a familiar voice followed. “Hi guys, sorry I couldn’t make it,” Steve’s disembodied message began. “If you’re hearing this, it means you all officially had some fun. Knowing what horny fucks you three are, I’m guessing it took, what? Fifteen minutes? If that? Hope you didn’t mind the little nudge. You DID tell me you wanted something special for your birthday, Riley. I know you’re not as big a fan of totally random hookups as Evan and Trent, so I thought this would be a fun way to split the difference.”

“How kind,” Riley muttered, rolling his eyes. Despite his supposed irritation, the naked brunette found himself wishing the lean, dark-haired hunk actually was there to join in the fun with them.

“And speaking of something special, oh, there’s more,” Steve’s message continued, “That first part was just so you guys could get used to things before we got to the real excitement. It’s an Immersion, after all…sooooo many possibilities. Now, I need you to hear me out on this one…”

“Why do I not like where this is headed,” Trent sighed, exchanging a nervous glance with his two friends.

“...remember, none of this is real. This is all just for fun,” Steve reiterated, clearly anticipating the arguments that would have happened had he been present. “You can bail afterwards if you want, but I’d encourage you guys to at least think about it. This is a way to experience something you wouldn’t be able to otherwise, right? So, you know, lean into it. You told me to make it special, so I went big. And, just to say it one more time, NONE of the people you’ll be around are actually real, so we’re the only ones who’ll know this ever happened. And, despite what I know you’re all thinking, I’m not just doing this to mess with you, alright? Let’s start with the birthday boy…”

“Oh god,” Riley groaned, bracing himself.

“I know how much you love a good set of tits, so why not experience them firsthand? This way you’ll have some nearby all week,” Steve said, his casual tone a sharp contrast to the bizarre words.

“What?! He can’t be seriouoooOOHHHH!” Riley broke off in a gasp when his toned, chiseled pecs began to inflate. The modest mounds briefly resembled Evan’s sculpted pecs as they ballooned outward, but that comparison quickly faded when the heaping mounds went suddenly soft and supple. In a matter of seconds, his firm, wiry body had been thrown out of proportion by the top-heavy tits, complete with enlarged, nubby nipples. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” The brunette cried with a shocked laugh. “Did he really just give me tiiiiiiIIIIEEE…!” Riley yelped when he instinctively squeezed the heavy pillows, a vision-blurring bolt of ecstasy surging through him. It was only after he’d been kneading the unexpected additions for a few moments that the stunned stud realized what else felt so out of place. “Wait…why am I…why am I not hard right now,” he sputtered, his dangling cock limp.

On cue, Steve’s message resumed. “I’m sure Riley’s wondering about his cock by now, right? You’ll just have to get creative, dude. Between those lightning rod tits and that fat ass of yours, I’m sure you’ll figure something out. You guys’ll help, right?”

Riley was too shocked to respond. He was mortified at his warped frame and its altered functions, but, at the same time, Steve wasn’t wrong. A part of him was legitimately thrilled at the prospect of exploring a whole new set of sensations, assuming he could get past the embarrassment. His friends, however, weren’t quite as tongue-tied.

“Holy shit, dude! Check those out,” Evan cheered, his eyes wide and his fat cock already twitching. “I know this is going to sound weird, but why do you look so good with tits?”

“Agree to disagree,” Riley stammered, his whole body crimson.

“I don’t know, man. Evan’s got a point. Shave that beard and it wouldn’t take much to…”

Trent was interrupted when Steve’s disembodied voice picked up where it left off, leaving the focus on the bigger man. “On the other side of that coin, since Trent’s always going on about how much pussy he gets, and pussy this and pussy that, well…”

“Oh come oooOOONNNNNHHHH!” The burly meathead gasped and spasmed as his short cock rocketed to life before rapidly receding. As with Riley, it only took a few moments for the compact rod to vanish entirely, leaving a familiar, if out of place, orifice in its wake. Like the now-busty brunette, all Trent could do was gawk at his altered equipment while his friends stared.

“Oh…oh fuck,” Evan gasped, his twitching cock officially reaching full mast. “That’s…going to be fun.”

“No fair! What am I supposed to do with this thing,” Riley cried, wagging his limp hose back and forth.

“You’re always bragging about how good you are at eating that shit out,” the blonde shrugged. “Like Steve said…I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it work.”

“I’m glad you two are so excited,” Trent barked, a large hand hovering just above his new opening. Though the rugged, ruddy-haired hunk had fooled around with men before, he’d never been penetrated in any capacity, either by them or during any of his more adventurous hookups with women. It would absolutely be a new experience, but, like Riley, he wasn’t sure that he hated the idea. He kept reminding himself that this wasn’t real, that his unaltered body was safely asleep, so there really wasn’t any harm in riding virtual dick for a few days. “Going to have to remember to thank Steve in person for this when we get out.”

“If Trent’s done threatening me,” Steve continued, “we can wrap up with Evan and you guys can start having some real fun. But where do we even start with someone so perfect? Blonde, built and hung? With a face like a model? Come on, dude,” the missing man laughed. “But, even with everything you’ve got going for you, you still manage to complain that you’re not tall enough. So, for some perspective…”

“What?! No! Don’t do…” Evan started, his face going pale when his friends and the room around him seemed to grow. “This is bullshit! I was already the shortest one here, how much smaller am I going to get?!” he cried, his voice steadily rising in pitch as he dropped towards the floor. He’d already lost well over a foot during the complaint, and by the time he opened his mouth for another one he’d settled around the three-and-a-half foot mark. For the most part, the stunned stud had retained his sculpted, perfect proportions during his reduction, leaving him looking like a miniature replica of his former self, with the exception of his rigid, unaltered cock. The aching, seven-inch organ now looked like a comically large club against the rest of his reduced frame, which was steadily turning from a shocked pale to a bright crimson. “Not cool! Not cool at…” he paused, his eyes going wide. “Listen to me! I sound like I’ve been sucking on helium! What the fuck?! I’m going to fucking murder you, dude,” he squeaked to the disembodied voice. The humor he’d felt towards his friends’ transformations was markedly absent from his own, but, beneath the anger and embarrassment, Evan’s stomach was already fluttering at the way the other two towered over him.

“I’m sure the little pipsqueak is freaking out,” Steve laughed. “I’ll let you guys calm him down. But seriously, Evan…relax, bro. The first time your tiny ass is balls deep in Trent’s huge body you’ll be thanking me, man. You’ll all find clothes waiting for you, and before you even think about it, no, you can’t change the style. Even if you put something else on, it’ll just turn back into whatever it’s supposed to be. Or will it? You’ll just have to experiment and find out. Maybe it’ll turn into something better? It’s all part of the fun,” he said, his tone going wistful. “Can’t wait to hear all about it. Happy birthday, Riley! Get out there and mingle, fellas.”

With that, the message ended. There was a long silent stretch as the altered men gawked at each other and themselves, with no one wanting to be the first to say it. Surprisingly, it was Riley who finally cleared his throat, taking the lead where his friends had left off earlier. “I mean…this is kind of fucked up, but…” he shrugged. “It’s like he said…no one’s going to know, right? And if it gets to be too much we can always call it.”

“Maaaaaaaaan, I got fucked on this one,” Evan sighed, his face staying red at the sound of his altered voice.

“Dude, I’m literally the one who’s getting fucked,” Trent reminded him. “Probably Riley too since his shit stopped working.”

It was the brunette’s turn to blush when Trent said what he’d been afraid to regarding his limp member. Riley already felt a pang of jealousy as he looked at Evan’s rigid girder, barely fighting the urge to reach out and tousle the little hunk’s hair. “And, bro, you’re still infuriatingly hot at that size. Even your squeaky-ass voice is cute. You’ll do just fine.”

Evan wanted to protest, but he was already distracted by the way his shrunken hand no longer fit all the way around his excessive organ. “Does this look as big to you guys as it does to me?”

“I don’t know…let me get a closer look,” Trent said, eliciting a yelp when he abruptly scooped the shrunken stud up into his arms. “Yep…seems pretty big,” he grunted, holding the stunned blonde against him with one massive arm while he tugged with the other.

“O…okay…this is…oh fuck…” Evan whimpered, his head spinning. He literally couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so easily manhandled, and the sensation of being cradled against his brawny friend was entirely overwhelming in the most arousing way possible. He felt simultaneously small and helpless but safe and secure, a potent, novel combination that rapidly pushed him over the edge. He hated the way his voice sounded shrill and cracking when he let out an ecstatic cry, though that did nothing to prevent the oversized cock from spraying like a fountain.

“There you go, big guy,” Trent cooed, gently setting the blonde back on his feet. He tousled Evan’s hair and grinned when the smaller man leaned against one of his meaty legs for support while his head cleared.

“I’m not saying that fucker was right,” the shortened man finally panted, “but, yeah…maybe this isn’t so bad.”

“We have yet to see what he picked out for us to wear,” Riley reminded them, still unaccustomed to the softness between his thighs. He felt like he should have been rock hard after watching Trent and Evan, he was painfully aroused, but he hadn’t figured out what to do about it yet. Tugging on the lifeless organ felt like tugging on a finger, and he wasn’t ready to stand there kneading his tits in full view. “I’m guessing they’re in our…wait…weren’t there three rooms when we got here,” he asked, stopping in his tracks when he turned to leave. At the far end of the main area there’d previously been a small foyer connecting the three bedrooms, but now there was only one room with a sprawling king-sized bed and a single dresser visible beyond the half-wall that separated it from the rest of the house. When they walked over they discovered that the dresser had a drawer labeled for each of them, with Evan’s conveniently on the bottom, and when Trent pulled his open it was immediately clear that one drawer each was all they’d need.

“Yep. About what I expected,” Trent grumbled when he pulled out one of the small bikini bottoms. It was all his drawer contained, confirming that the burly bodybuilder would be flaunting his missing meat for the remainder of the trip. He grabbed a neon pink one and fumbled with the strings as he tied it in place, the back panel looking pointlessly small against his muscled melons. Instead of providing any real coverage, all the bright scrap of fabric did was draw more attention to the shifting globes, which would inevitably lead the viewer’s eye to the flat mound between the mighty thighs in front. “Guess I’ll be working on my tan.”

The same went for Riley, whose drawer appeared to contain the top of half of Trent’s bikini bottoms. In addition to the skimpy tops, all that remained as far as bottoms went were a variety of small, sheer sarongs, seeming to have been purposely ill-sized to expose the wiry man. No matter how Riley tried to secure one around his waist, one of his legs and a good chunk of his plump rear were left exposed if he wanted to cover his soft snake. Though, considering the almost see-through nature of the fabric, as well as the way his dangling organ constantly brushed against it when he walked, it seemed like a wasted endeavor. “Can one of you guys, uh, tie me on back there,” he asked after awkwardly slipping into a tropical print top and fumbling with the strings. Ones that tied in the front would have been much simpler, but he correctly guessed that Steve wanted to avoid such conveniences, leaving him both dependent upon, and at the mercy of, his friends’ nimble fingers. Once in place the twin, tiny patches of fabric covered his altered nipples and not much else, meaning that the bulk of his softened chest was on full display.

“Fucking garbage,” Evan spat, gazing up at Riley’s altered chest after Trent tied the top into place. “This is so not fair. You get tits like that and I can’t even grab ‘em or snatch that top off,” he grumbled, his shrunken body going crimson when he finally pulled his drawer open. Like his friends, he’d been fully expecting something small and revealing along the lines of a thong or a speedo, but the bright, skimpy sleeves still took him by surprise. “Are you fucking kidding me?! This is…this is…” he sputtered, slipping one of the stretchy socks over his girthy package. The acid yellow sleeve was like a beacon, instantly drawing attention to the bobbing, oversized equipment and making it look as if Evan sported a neon elephant’s trunk between his stubby thighs. “I can’t go out like this! This is humiliating,” he squeaked.

“Dude, please,” Riley said, shaking his head as he eyed the shortened stud’s exposed frame. “Twenty minutes ago you would’ve been all about it. An excuse to run around basically naked? That’s your dream.”

“Yeah, you think this is any better,” Trent grunted, motioning to the bright, flat patch where his own cock should have been. “If we’re rollin’ with it, so can you.”

The buff little blonde sighed, his broad shoulders slumping. “I’m starting a list of all the ways I’m going to make Steve pay when this is over,” he chirped.

“We all are,” Riley laughed, his pulse quickening when they headed back out into the main room of the house. Each step sent little ripples through his altered chest, and the sensation of his lifeless cock brushing against the sarong in the open air was still a foreign one. “So…do we just get this over with,” he asked, nodding towards the nearby beach.

“Might as well,” Trent shrugged. “I’m honestly curious to see what the rest of this Immersion is like when we’re around other people.”

“I mean…we all know Steve’s going to have ‘em fuck with us out there, right? We should just expect it at this point.” Evan blushed when he saw the petite flip-flops waiting for him, a far cry from his usual size twelves. It occurred to him then that having to strut around in miniature versions of his regular clothes would have only further emphasized how small he’d become, and that such an outcome might not have been better than the sleeves after all. At least the stretchy socks accentuated the part of himself that remained the same size.

With a final glance at each other, the trio made their way out of the house in stoic silence, looking more like they were heading to the gallows than a bright, tropical beach. Riley and Trent slowed their pace so Evan’s shortened stride could keep up, but the scrambling blonde still struggled. The sand seemed harder than ever for his little legs to trudge through, causing his unrestrained package to flop and wag wildly while his uncovered cheeks shook and rippled. Riley had a similar experience as his perpetually bouncing bosom constantly felt like it was going to slip free from the tiny top, while the slight ocean breeze wafted the sheer sarong away from the limp hose it ostensibly covered. Of the group, Trent was the only one who felt more or less the same trudging across the beach, save for the unfamiliar skimpiness of his swimwear and the odd absence of a shifting between his legs when he walked.

That feeling fled for the burly hunk as soon as they rounded the slight bend and saw the other men peppering the beach. The stretch of sand between their house and the rest of the small “town” wasn’t overly crowded, but it wasn’t barren either, leaving no way for the three friends to pass unnoticed by the many men. And only men. As they paused and surveyed the simulated strangers, they quickly discovered that there wasn’t a woman in sight. There was plentiful masculine flesh in all shapes and sizes and states of dress, from standard trunks to fully naked, but none of the feminine forms they’d originally expected to find.

Eyeing the crowd from a distance, any hopes they’d had about not being the only unique ones were quickly dashed since every man in sight appeared gloriously unaltered. There was a shared shiver between the three of them as they stared at the lounging hunks, with each and every one of them sending a pulse of lust through the hungry trio regardless of their appearance. Short and thin, tall and sculpted, heavy and hairy; none of the friends said it, but they each wanted to experience them all.