Overcast, ch. 19: Party Boys (Patreon)

“Oh, goddamnit,” Finley groaned, his square-jawed face going crimson. He held the literal golden ticket, which meant his evening was about to take an interesting turn. “On second thought, maybe this wasn’t such a good…”

“No way, bro,” Chad interrupted, giving the blushing bulldog a swat on the rear. The blonde jock flashed a smug smile, though his pretty-boy features had borne a similarly worried mask only moments earlier. “Could’ve been any of us, man. You knew the rules.”

“It’s all for fun,” Dylan added, his prominent pecs slowly falling as he let out the breath he’d been holding. The towering, dark-skinned stud exchanged a look with his friends that made Finley doubt whether the word would apply to him. A Boy’s Night party raged outside the deceptively quiet study, and it wouldn’t be long until the dark-haired man was flitting through the large house “entertaining” his peers.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll like it,” Caleb said, holding up the slip of paper describing Finley’s impending humiliation. The group was taking part in a viral trend that combined casters and Russian roulette, with a random person picking a random spell. To help cover the cost of beer, for a large enough donation at the door people had been able to put their desired outcome in a basket, resulting in dozens of potential scenarios. Chad, Finley, Dylan and Caleb had been previously selected as the potential contenders for the evening, which came as no surprise given their status as Big Men On Campus. People either envied or lusted after the handsome quartet, or both, making the plethora of embarrassing, exhibitionist outcomes equally obvious. The four had stepped away from the party to make the reveal a surprise, and to reward themselves with a front row seat for putting their bodies on the line. “And look at the bright side! You’ve always been a shit dancer…maybe you’ll come away from this with some new moves?”

Finley glared at the grinning brunette and snatched the paper, his stomach dropping and his voice shaking as he read the words out loud. “Hot, slutty stripper with big tits and a huge ass,” he said, giving the caster a pleading look. “Are you really about to turn me into a chick?!”

“I’m here to do what you hired me for,” Jamari shrugged, trying his best to hide the irritation in his voice. He resented being relegated to little more than an elaborate party trick for a bunch of rich college students, and he still didn’t understand how these gigs got the official green light from Casters Inc. in the first place. “But I’m not about to force anyone into anything. So if you really don’t want to do this…you can work that out with your friends.”

“Dude! I’ve got an idea,” Chad said before anyone else could respond. “You know what would be hilarious? What if he stayed a male stripper? It just said hot, big tits, and a huge ass. It didn’t say anything about being a girl.”

“Oh shit! That’s right,” Caleb laughed. “Can you imagine the looks on their faces?”

“Serves ‘em right, too. They thought they were going to fuck with us…it’s only fair that we take a swing at them,” Dylan nodded, looking at the caster. “Can you do that?”

“Of course,” Jamari said, a new plan already forming. “That’s actually pretty straightforward. Is that what you want,” he asked, waiting for Finley.

For his part, the dark-haired meathead was only slightly relieved. “Fine,” he sighed, rolling his eyes with a bashful grin. “This gay shit’s actually going to be really funny.”

“If you say so.” Jamari’s expression was neutral as he eyed the group. He wasn’t that much older than the young men, and it hadn’t been that long since smug jocks like them, and the ones partying throughout the rest of the house, had gone out of their way to make his life as a wiry gay youth miserable. The spell was only supposed to impact Finley, and it was supposed to be temporary, but Jamari knew how easy it would be to tweak things a bit, and how easy it would be to cover his tracks. “Are we ready?”

Caleb made sure his phone was set up and recording. “Let’s do this,” he beamed, giving Chad an excited slap on the bicep. The blonde responded by wrapping the muscled arm around him and pulling him into a headlock while Dylan mock-humped him from behind.

“Someone’s a little too excited,” Chad said, holding Caleb’s head near his crotch before letting go and ruffling his friend’s hair. “You can have first dibs once this is done.”

The flustered brunette normally would have leapt right back into the fray, but they had higher priorities. “I’m going to remember you said that,” Caleb huffed, looking sheepish when he saw the stern look on Jamari’s face.

“Sorry. We’re good. You can get started,” Dylan said, throwing a conciliatory arm over the brunette’s broad shoulders.

“Why don’t we begin with ‘hot’? Get that dialed in first,” Jamari nodded, his voice going distant. The lights flickered as his eyes turned a solid, glowing gold, but the group was more focused on Finley’s changing wardrobe.

“Fuck!” The dark-haired jock gasped when he felt his clothing begin to shrink. His brawny frame had been clad in loose gym shorts and a baggy tank-top, but already those descriptors were a thing of the past. The mesh fabric of his shorts didn’t change, but the color went from dark gray to stark white, with hot-pink piping, as they pulled up his thighs. The shrunken bottoms eventually settled at a size so small that Finley’s black boxer-briefs stuck out through the legs and above the waist, at least momentarily. “Gah! What…what the fuck,” he yelped, his eyes going wide when the string of a thong wedged between his meaty cheeks. The neon whale tail matched the piping on the shorts, the bright elastic clearly visible as Finley’s shirt pulled up his torso. Like the altered bottoms, the now-cropped top was skin-tight, going from a dark navy to a day-glo orange mesh. “This is a look…” Finley mumbled, blushing as he gawked at the revealing outfit. The dark-haired jock wasn’t long and lean like Dylan, or perfectly sculpted like Chad, or even tight and toned like Caleb. He was burly and bulky, with the slinky shorts leaving none of his meaty thighs, muscled cheeks, or ample endowment to the imagination. Likewise, the sheer top left his slab of a chest and beefy muscle gut on full display while simultaneously accentuating the breadth of his shoulders and the heft of his arms. Even Finley’s ratty sneakers had changed, with the dirty black trainers becoming a pair of bright, flashy high-tops.

“Daaaaaaamn,” Chad whistled, groping his crotch through his khaki shorts. “I’d call that an upgrade.”

“Too bad about that face, though,” Dylan laughed.

Jamari’s unnaturally deep voice startled the group when he spoke. “We’re just getting started,” he said, leaving out the part where Finley’s entire wardrobe had just been altered in a similar manner.

“Oh…oh! Whoa,” Caleb gasped when his friend’s rugged features began to change.

“What?! What’s happening,” Finley sputtered, his heart racing at the trio of stunned expressions. He frantically looked around until he remembered the mirror above the mantle, the color draining from his altered face. He barely recognized himself already. The few lines and wrinkles he’d acquired by his early twenties melted away, his face going from flat and blunted to sharp and refined. His cheekbones raised and settled to match his lantern jaw, his thin lips puffing and swelling to fill the space in between while his wide nose narrowed to a distinguished point. Even his stubble went from unkempt to expertly manicured, the dark layer making the brightened, innocent blue eyes all the more noticeable. “Holy shit! Dudes! Look at me! I’m…I’m…”

“Pretty,” Chad said, telling himself it was only resentment that kept his eyes locked on the other man’s suddenly stunning face. With his blonde, classic features he’d always been considered the best looking of the bunch, but now Finley made him appear average at best.

“Okay…okay…” the now-handsome hunk chuckled. “Maybe this isn’t so baauuuUUNNHH…!” Finley broke off in a grunt, feeling like he’d been punched in the stomach. Faster than his stunned mind could process, he watched as his already-prominent pecs began to inflate, while his already-ample rear followed suit. At the same time, his bulky midsection pulled inward, as if the mass was being squeezed up to his chest and down to his ass. Though he couldn’t see them, Finley could feel his ballooning cheeks spilling out of the straining shorts, while his jutting muscle tits began to obscure the sight of his increasingly pinched waist. “Oh…oh my god…” he sputtered as he reached up to knead his oversized slab. After a few seconds of groping he dropped his hands behind, his newly refined features going crimson as he felt the supple, seemingly endless melons.

“There we go,” Jamari said, a satisfied tone in his booming voice. He could see the stunned expressions on the group’s faces already turning hungry, and there was still one trait left. “Hot, tits, and ass. That just leaves slutty, right?”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Finley moaned, his lovely lantern jaw dropping as a pulse of lust throbbed through him. His bright eyes stayed wide as he stared at his friends, feeling like he was seeing the group for the first time. There was a moment of silence as they stared back, the tension palpably growing. “This is…this is wild,” Finley chuckled. “I’m so fucking horny right now…and you dudes are so fucking hot I can’t stand it,” he said, going a deeper shade when he heard the words leave his pouty lips. “Wait…did I just say I couldn’t wait to get you all naked? Fuck! No! I…I said I’m gonna ride those dicks all…night…”

“This was DEFINITELY the right choice,” Chad laughed, taking a deep breath as he eyed his sputtering friend. “Everyone satisfied,” he asked the other two.

“Uh…is there something we can do about that?” Dylan nodded to Finley’s thick, twitching bulge. They’d all seen each other naked countless times, and they were all plenty familiar with their friend’s fat seven inches and churning balls, but they were clearly uncomfortable with the other man’s girthy proportions in the context of their new desires. They all silently liked it, but admitting to such was still a bridge too far.

Caleb swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah…kinda takes away from the whole package. No pun intended.”

“Hey! Fuck you guys! You’re just jealous because I’m big…bigger than…” Finley trailed off, the tingling between his thighs registering just as the changes stopped. Instead of the fat grapefruit lump he’d had only moments before, he now saw, and felt, a petite little mound. “Dude! Not cool,” he cried, his amused tone a sharp contrast to the words he spoke. “Look at this little thing!” There was a collective gasp when Finley tugged the front of his shorts and thong down, exposing the two inch acorn and miniscule balls that had replaced his once-hefty hose. He let the elastic snap back into place, pursing his plumped lips. “Well? I showed you mine,” he purred.

“That’s that,” Jamari said, his voice returning to normal as he spoke. He took a deep breath and shook his head, the golden glow fading from his eyes as bouncy dance music filled the study.

Much to his own surprise, Finley needed no encouragement. “Wha…! Oh, whoa! Dudes! Look at me go,” he laughed as his curvy new hips started moving. As if it had been programmed, the jock’s altered body began swaying and squirming in rhythm, his hands steadily groping every inch of himself. He flexed and posed, batted his eyes and pursed his lips, the whole time letting out a string of whimpers and gasps. “Fuck, guys! This is wild! I’m…I’m actually dancing like a stripper up here,” he said, turning around and tugging the back of his shorts down. He rolled his tapering new abs and bounced the cheeks, leaving the shorts in their lowered state as he sauntered over to his friends. “This feels nice,” he purred, groping the outline of Chad’s rigid cock in the blonde’s khaki shorts. He leaned in close, his voice a sultry whisper while his lips brushed against the other man’s ear. “I wasn’t kidding earlier…if you want to see mine, I need to see yours.”

“I…uh…o…okay,” the blonde stammered when Finley undid his shorts and sent them to his ankles, along with his boxers. His six-inch organ sprang free, and Chad let out a hissing gasp when the squirming stud turned and began bouncing his inflated cheeks against it. He reached around and gripped Finley’s ballooning pecs, but he only managed a few squeezes before his friend pulled away.

“Not so fast, mister,” the dark-haired hunk tutted. “Your friends haven’t had a turn yet.”

Chad blushed when he looked over and caught Caleb and Dylan staring at his exposed equipment. “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! Look at him,” he said, oblivious to the way his own gaze sought out his friends’ tents.

“Yeah, guys…look at me,” Finley groaned, slowly peeling out of the pointless shorts. The jock’s shrunken package was all the more noticeable as he was clad in nothing but the high-tops, thong, and mesh crop-top, but if he was at all embarrassed it didn’t show. “Am I…am I actually twerking?!” he laughed, bouncing and clapping his bubble with surgical precision. After a few moments of popping his hips he returned his attention to the others, unceremoniously stripping Dylan of his gym-shorts and briefs before doing the same to Caleb. “Hey, fellas,” Finley cooed, giving each of their rigid organs a light bounce.

“Wait…guys…seriously,” Dylan said, shaking his head as he looked back and forth between his friends. “Is this supposed to actually be hot? What’re we…what’re we doing…”

“Enjoying the show,” Finley purred, peeling out of the tiny thong and tossing it to the dark skinned stud. “Fuck…look at this little thing…does it even work,” the curvy jock whined, pursing his puffy new lips lips with wide eyes as he tweaked the shrunken organ between a pair of fingers. “Ohhhhhhh yes,” he grunted, his head falling back on his broad shoulders with a grin. “Still got it.”

“Holy shit this is…this is wild…,” Caleb groaned, absently stripping out of his t-shirt as he watched Finley jerk his little rod. Instead of reaching for his own stout member, his hand drifted over and wrapped around Chad’s, eliciting a surprised yelp.

“Hey! What’re you doing?! Don’t…” the blonde barked, the words changing even as he spoke them. “...don’t…don’t stop,” he said, pumping his hips through Caleb’s fist while he frantically tore out of his own t-shirt.

“I…I…guys…” Dylan started to speak again, to try and give voice to the bizarre nature of their behavior, but Finley was on him before the words could form.

“Looks like they’re busy,” the shorter man purred, sliding his hands up Dylan’s ebony frame to remove his friend’s remaining shirt. He stripped out of the mesh top right after, pressing his overly plump pecs against the taller man’s tight, swimmer’s build. “Guess that means you get to pop my cherry,” Finley laughed, pulling Dylan by the cock over to the couch. He shoved the stunned stud down and went into a sultry lap dance, swaying and bending lower and lower until he was grinding his inflated melons against his friend’s lap.

“Oooohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck that’s hot,” Chad whimpered, his own fist pumping away on Caleb’s cock while they watched Finley and Dylan. “Dude’s…dude’s lucky.”

“Which one,” the brunette asked, slipping around behind and humping the blonde’s perky granite bubble. He laughed when the sculpted stud actually started rooting around with his rear, loving the surprised, embarrassed expression on the other man’s face. “No way! Dude! You seriously want me inside you? I mean…I was kidding, but…”

“I…no! I don’t…I mean…” Chad sputtered, biting his lower lip as Caleb’s hands lingered on his waist. The brunette’s tight, toned body was driving him wild, it all was, and the overwhelming arousal was more than enough to obliterate what remained of his Straight Jock reservations.

Caleb’s tone was smug, sounding like he was talking to an impending hookup and not a campus Alpha. “Hey, it’s okay,” he cooed. “You DID tell me I could have first dibs.”

Before he knew what was happening, Chad was face down on the couch next to Dylan, his strapping frame shaking from the force of Caleb’s thrusting. The cushions swallowed the blonde pretty-boy’s ecstatic howls, but, even if they hadn’t, the lustful moaning would have been drowned out by Finley’s deep, bellowing moans.

“Can’t believe…you’re…actually fucking…me…” the bouncing, bottom-heavy jock whimpered. “That dick is so…gooOOoodDD…” Finley croaked, guiding Dylan’s hands to his heaping, rippling chest. “Feel those…titties…bounce…just…like this fat…ass…fuuuuuuck…” he trailed off in a drunken, gasping chuckle, looking over and locking eyes with Chad when the other man was flipped onto his back. “Dude! You’re…takin’ it…bro!”

Chad could only give a dazed grin, pushed beyond words as Caleb hefted his thighs onto his shoulders and resumed thrusting. It wasn’t long before the blonde jock’s handsome face received a sticky coating as he came all over himself, with Caleb’s copious load trickling out of his battered, once-virgin hole a few moments later.

“Nice one…dude…” Finley grunted, rapidly nearing the edge. “My little meat’s…about to…goooOOOOOOHHHH!” The penetrated pretty-boy spasmed and shook so hard the couch nearly broke as his shrunken cock launched a meager load, the output in no way reflective of the release’s intensity. Now the last man standing, Dylan was pulled along by Finley’s rapturous reaction, the force of his eruption actually splashing out and adding to the coating on Chad’s face.

There was another pause before Caleb broke the panting silence, abruptly extricating himself from the sticky blonde and hopping to his feet. “Guys! Fuck! What…what are we doing,” he cried, sounding almost frantic as he stared at the pile of naked, sticky muscle. “We’re missing the party!”

“Dude, calm down,” Dylan laughed, standing and stretching when Finley finally slid off his lap. The curvy hunk was busy slipping back into his skimpy outfit, but none of the others appeared in a hurry to get dressed, even when they finally headed for the door. “It’s still so early. There’s plenty of party left.”

Unseen, Jamari gave a satisfied laugh as the naked jocks strutted out into the party. He’d cloaked himself shortly before the fireworks, making sure that no one would see him on the video or on his way out of the house. His spell had worked perfectly, leaving Finley as a hot, horny, micro-dicked hunk with no filter, huge tits and an even bigger ass, which is exactly what they’d agreed to. The group even found the altered jock irresistible, just as they’d technically requested. Of course, doing so meant that Jamari had to flip a few switches so that the four hunks, as well as the dozens and dozens of other men in attendance, would suddenly find another man attractive. And if those switches got dialed up a bit more than necessary, and got stuck that way for good, just like the new Finley, he doubted anyone would mind. No one got hurt, they were all currently having, or about to have, the best sex of their lives, and there were stranger things than a bunch of hunky jocks going off to college and coming out of the closet. Already the men at the party had started to descend on each other in a similar fashion, and the video Caleb had taken, no longer of a viral challenge but of four jocks fucking each others brains out, would simply be one of many that night. After all, with Jamari’s assistance and Finley as the curvy crowning jewel, the Boy’s Night parties at the house had just become legendary for their lustful debauchery. A legend would only continue to grow.

“Worth it,” the caster laughed to himself as he sidestepped the groups of naked, rutting jocks on his way out. He paused at the door, taking one last look at Finley as the thong-clad power-bottom flaunted his new shape and shrunken cock by dancing on the dining room table for an eager, increasingly-naked crowd. “Maybe these party gigs aren’t so bad after all.”