Overcast, ch. 21: Some of My Best Work (Patreon)

Jay let out a long, contented sigh, his bare skin baking to an even deeper shade of bronze in the bright afternoon sun. The hue complemented the golden strands weaving their way through his cropped, chocolate mop, though his tan lines were made all the more apparent by the significantly skimpier swimwear. While the former jock routinely went without a shirt, his pale upper thighs were normally obscured by shorts or swim trunks. The aqua speedo he currently wore, however, didn’t provide nearly the same coverage. “Lookin’ good, fellas,” he said, giving a loud whistle as his similarly clad companions emerged from the compact pool house. They’d just finished building it, the crown jewel on the sprawling property the trio had been renovating for nearly two months. They’d arrived that morning to find a note from their client telling them to enjoy themselves when they were done, along with a pile of swimwear. It wasn’t what any of them normally wore, but after so many weeks of tearing down walls, putting up new ones, painting, patching, wiring, and constructing, the group was eager to take things for a test drive.

Lou blushed as he looked down at himself, his furry, beefy build a far cry from Jay’s smooth, sculpted muscle. He’d had a physique like the younger brunette when he was in his early twenties, but now, a decade later, he’d packed on some extra pounds, both intentional and unintentional. Years of manual labor had provided him with a set of strong arms, sturdy thighs, and powerful pecs, but those same years also brought countless cases of beer, fast food, and late nights. The end result was a prominent belly and a layer of paunch that fit Lou’s full, rugged face and hairy frame surprisingly well. With his thinning raven hair and constant stubble, he was a burly bulldog of a man, the kind of guy who looked like he worked with his hands instead of lifting weights at a gym. “Feel like a fuckin’ sausage in this thing,” he grumbled, pulling at the elastic of his orange speedo. The small swimwear was stretched significantly tighter around his wide legs and ample rear than it was around Jay’s trim waist.

“You don’t need to talk about your sausage, man. We can all see it,” Hank laughed, following behind the beefy bear. Sitting at the opposite end of the spectrum, his tight, wiry frame could have fit comfortably inside the hirsute hulk with room to spare. Though only slightly younger than the bigger man, his years of labor hadn’t bulked him up as much as hardened him, leaving his long, lean frame covered in rivers of definition. Where Lou was rugged and round and Jay was a handsome hunk, he was sharp and solid, his short copper hair seeming to glow against the pale, freckled skin that covered his whipcord build. They were all roughly the same six-foot height, but each possessed an opposing shape that combined to form a complementary team. Jay’s all-purpose muscle was good for general tasks, Hank was nimble, and Lou was a wrecking ball.

“Don’t really leave much to the imagination, do they,” the burly bear shrugged, making a show of eyeing his friends’ stuffed bulges. Jay’s long, thick hose was almost perfectly outlined above his heavy balls, while Hank’s shorter, thinner cock nestled off to the side. His own stout log pushed proudly forward, though its impressive heft was mitigated by the abundant flesh around it.

“Get it out of the way now, boys,” Jay said, spreading his arms and thrusting his hips forward. “Kinda surprised we haven’t seen each other's shit before.”

“Never fixed up a rich gay guy’s house before,” Hank countered, nodding at the massive, mid-century mansion looming behind the brunette. The angled, slanting sections of roof came together in a mountain range of peaks and valleys, capping the home’s bright, well-appointed interior. The tidy pool house they’d just built was like a small replica, bigger itself than each of their apartments. “I’m not judging,” the ginger said, quickly raising his hands at the stern looks his statement received. “I’m just sayin’...when in Rome, you know?”

Jay motioned to the spacious patio and large pool. “Bet Andrew’s gonna have some wild parties in this place,” he said, giving another whistle before shaking his head. “It’s a lot of house for one dude, though…right? I feel kinda bad for the guy. It’s gotta get lonely.”

“The poor thing,” Lou spat, rolling his eyes. “Rich and hot with a killer house. He’ll be just fine. You should worry about yourself.” Without missing a beat, the burly bulldog gave Jay a rough shove, launching the younger man into the deep end. He waited for the sputtering stud to surface before throwing himself into the air and crashing back down in a heavy cannonball, sending a wall of water cascading over the disoriented brunette. “Well that’s refreshing,” he said, wicking the water from his raven hair and smirking at Jay when he surfaced.

“Very funny,” the younger man grumbled. “I’m surprised your beefy ass left any water in the pool.”

“Don’t forget who signs your checks, kid,” Lou said, reaching out and tousling Jay’s hair.

“Isn’t that me,” Hank asked, descending the stairs at the far end of the pool and gracefully gliding through the water towards his friends.

“If you want to get technical about it,” Lou grunted, rolling his eyes. “You’re kinda fuckin’ me here, man. I’m trying to make a point about respecting his elders.”

Jay’s tone dripped with condescension as he reached over and rubbed the older man’s belly. “You’re doing a great job, big guy.”

“See? Do you see what I have to put up with,” Lou barked at Hank. “You’re the boss…what’re you gonna do about it?”

“No one likes a tattle tale, Lou,” the wiry man said, giving his friend an almost imperceptible nod. “But there IS a hierarchy to maintain.” Lou had his beefy arms around Jay as soon as Hank finished speaking, grappling the younger man in place just long enough for the grinning ginger to reach out and swipe the skimpy swimwear from the jock’s squirming legs. “Gotta respect the system if nothing else,” he shrugged, tossing the speedo out of the pool.

“Hey! Not cool,” Jay yelped, blushing as he wriggled out of the bigger man’s meaty embrace. “Don’t make me go to HR.”

“Your complaint has been noted,” Hank said, kicking his legs up to float on his back in the warm sun.

The blushing brunette shrugged and did the same, his exposed cock bobbing to the surface. “Joke’s on you guys if you think I actually give a shit,” he said with a smug smirk. “This is way more fun.” Jay felt an excited shiver when he thought about what he was doing, how he was naked in a stranger’s home. Though they’d worked on it for weeks and it felt familiar, the fit young man knew it wasn’t theirs and that Andrew could return at any time. From his encounters with their client he didn’t think the other man would actually care, he’d probably enjoy the view, a thought that only added to Jay’s growing excitement as he floated.

“Maybe a little too fun?” Lou asked, sending a splash in the younger man’s direction.

“What do you…oh! Uh…that’s that, I guess,” Jay said, giving an awkward laugh when he finally noticed his rigid cock poking up out of the water. Even considering the solid relationship he had with Lou and Hank, he felt like he should have been more concerned to be naked and hard in front of the pair in a stranger’s home, but the notion barely registered.

Lou waited for his young friend to continue, his eyes locked on the brunette’s solid organ. “Are you gonna put that thing away,” he asked when Jay made no move to cover himself.

“Why should I? Isn’t this what you guys wanted? Maybe you need a closer look?” In one smooth motion, Jay rolled over and submerged, propelling himself like a torpedo towards Lou. Caught by surprise and unable to find his footing in the neck-deep water, the burly bear was helpless to avoid the collision as Jay’s naked frame draped against him. “This better,” the younger man asked, his solid cock wedged against the beefy bear’s back as he wrapped his arms around his friend. “How’s it feel? Feel’s pretty good on my end,” Jay laughed, pumping his hips while his hands slid down Lou’s burly gut. “Hey, what do we have here? Guess it feels pretty good for you, too,” he purred when he felt the older man’s tented speedo.

“Get…get off me,” Lou sputtered, putting up a half-hearted attempt at pulling out of Jay’s arms. The pair tumbled beneath the surface but, after much splashing and grunting, the older man’s speedo landed with a wet slap on the patio.

“Muuuuuch better,” Jay grinned, his smug smile only inches from Lou’s scowl as they lingered in each other’s arms. Their equally aching cocks rubbed together, but neither made any efforts to pull away.

“You’re such a dick,” the older man grunted, reluctantly letting go. He started to turn towards the edge to go and retrieve his suit, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Dude, relax,” Jay said, his smile going from smug to sympathetic. “It’s just us. What are you worried about?”

“I just…shouldn’t we…I mean…it feels kinda weird to be…” Lou sputtered, a pulse of pure lust throbbing through him as he looked at Jay’s suddenly captivating face. He felt like he was floating from more than just the pool, wanting nothing more than to feel the younger man’s naked body against him once more.

“What’s weird about it? Don’t be shy…you’ve got nothin’ to hide, dude,” Jay said, his hands finding their way to the other man’s furry chest. “You’re fuckin’ hot. Like, seriously. You’re…you’re…” the younger man trailed off and shook his head, his eyes going wide when he looked back at his friend. He hadn’t noticed the changes right away, but Lou’s rugged features had somehow refined. His cheeks were more pronounced beneath the now-manicured stubble that covered them, his forehead had smoothed, his eyes had brightened, and his lips were full and soft beneath a well-proportioned nose. Instead of looking like a burly bulldog, the older man now looked brooding and beautiful, with a face that seemed almost too perfect. “Lou…dude…you’re…you’re really hot! I mean, REALLY,” Jay said, running a finger along the older man’s new cheekbone.

Lou’s heart started racing at what he heard, but he was far more interested in staring at Jay’s equally altered appearance. The brunette’s boy-next-door features had taken on an exaggerated edge, the jaw widening, the chin dimpling, and the lips swelling. Jay’s jock features simultaneously softened and hardened, the overall shape becoming strong and square while his eyes and expression became almost innocent. “So are…you…holy shit…” Lou gasped, his cock feeling like it was about to rocket off his body.

“Guys…guys! Something’s…something’s happening…” Hank’s stunned tone was enough to pull his friends’ attention away from each other, and the looks on their now-gorgeous faces told him he wasn’t just imagining things.

“Fuck! Hank…you’re…you’re…” Jay trailed off, his eyes darting back and forth between the ginger’s altered face and altered body. Like himself and Lou, Hank’s sharp features had been honed and polished, now looking more severe than ever. The redhead’s expression was icy and aloof, untouchable in its almost delicate beauty, ready for runways and the covers of high fashion magazines. The increasingly burly body below, however, stood in equally sharp contrast. Hank had started wading towards the stairs, leaving his expanding torso exposed in the shallow water and giving everyone a clear view of his ballooning build. Where he’d been tight and toned only minutes before, the growing ginger now sported a brawny, broad-shouldered build. His pecs had gone from modest to meaty, his arms had doubled in size, his tight waist had begun to push outwards, and, as he staggered towards the stairs, he exposed a lower half that was expanding to keep up. The purple speedo had already stretched to its limit around the thickened trunks that were his thighs, while a pair of hefty globes spilled out the back.

“This feels so…so weird…” Hank sputtered as he stumbled out of the pool. “I’m so…heavy. I think it’s still…it’s still…” he broke off in a grunt as the speedo finally gave way, exposing the rigid club of a cock that had replaced his once-modest member. In the short time it took to wade free his body had continued to expand, rapidly reaching bodybuilder proportions. A lumpy, prominent muscle gut jutted from beneath the juicy slab of his chest, his muscled globes were quickly approaching beach ball proportions, his thighs fought with each other for space, and his piston arms were starting to hang at an angle.

“Oh shit…Jay…you’re…you too!” Lou let out a gasp when he looked back at his younger friend, immediately noticing the tectonic shelf that had swallowed the brunette’s already-broad shoulders. The former jock had always been sculpted, but the burly body lurking beneath the surface was significantly larger than it should have been.

A frantic scramble from the pool ensued, followed by a prolonged moment of stunned silence as the three friends stared at themselves and each other. Though it had been the most obvious on Hank, they’d each inflated to the same mammoth proportions, their meathead bodies looking entirely out of place against the striking new beauty of their faces. Jay’s sculpted physique was now bulky and bloated with an abundance of mass, while Lou’s furry frame had both inflated and tightened until he looked less like a beefy bear and more like a hairy slab of solid muscle. Their disproportionate packages had likewise ballooned in similar fashion, with each of the mountainous men now sporting a fat, ten-inch club and full, churning balls.

“What do we…what do we do…” Hank stammered, his eyes going wide as he reached up to feel the wide stump that had replaced his long neck. “How is this even possible?! Look at us!”

“Dude, I am,” Jay said with a stunned laugh. He’d wandered towards the open front of the pool house and caught sight of his reflection in a nearby mirror, his widened jaw dropping. “I’m fuckin’ jacked, dudes! Look at this shit,” he barked, breaking into a double-bicep pose. “And look at this meat! What the fuck?!” he laughed, grabbing his thickened log and wagging it in front of his friends. The display proved captivating as Lou and Hank lumbered over to inspect themselves in a similar fashion, their hesitant probing and flexing becoming more eager and excited as they lingered in front of their reflections.

“But…wait…shouldn’t we be…worried…” Hank finally stammered, his icy smile thawing as he kneaded a plump pec.

“About what, bro,” Jay scoffed. He wrapped his arms around the ginger’s now-meaty midsection from behind and started stroking his friend’s inflated cock, eliciting a long, low moan. “I feel fuckin’ great.”

“Look it, too,” Lou grunted, his massive hands picking up where Hank’s had left off on the redhead’s chest. There was a lingering sensation at the back of his brain telling him his friend had a point, that they actually should be concerned about the impossible events, but it grew quiet as he kneaded the muscled mounds. He was much more interested in what their new bodies could do than where they’d come from. “Wonder how you taste?”

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Hank groaned, his newly-acquired muscle going tense when Lou dropped to his knees and began lapping at his leaking girder. For a fleeting moment he felt like the hairy hulk shouldn’t be eagerly going to town on another man’s cock, but he recognized how foolish the thought was as soon as his friend’s soft lips wrapped around him. And when he felt Jay’s bulbous head rooting between his granite globes, thinking about anything else was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Ooohhhhhhhhh shit,” the brawny brunette laughed, slowly working his cum-slick cock inside. “Pussy’s fuckin’ tight, bro.”

Hank could only groan in response. A part of him felt like it should hurt to be impaled on Jay’s imposing club, but a bigger part knew that was as ridiculous as his earlier questioning of Lou’s eager slobbering. After all, he’d had, they’d all had, plenty of practice taking their hulking bodies for rides on each other’s thick tools. It was their favorite activity and how they spent most of their time, which explained why the sensation of his and Jay’s body slamming together like a pair of colliding boulders was so familiar and comforting. With Lou’s warm mouth wrapped around his pulsing rod, there was nowhere Hank would rather be.

Until he’d erupted and it was time for him to drop to his knees while Lou pinned himself on the brunette’s capable member. And when Jay blasted into the hairy hulk the pair switched spots, with the penetrated pretty-boy wailing like a bassy banshee as the older man hammered into him and the kneeling ginger swallowed him whole. Hank was ready to go again by the time Lou eventually exploded, kicking off a fresh round of raucous rutting as he plunged into the former bear’s hairy globes.

The cycle continued for hours before they’d finally worn each other out, by which point none of them remembered the cause of their earlier anxiety. The pool house they called home felt entirely familiar, as did the skimpy posers they’d slipped into after scrubbing each other down under the outdoor shower. The thin strings vanished between their oversized cheeks and their heaping packages spilled out of the pointless garments, but the men knew how much Andrew liked the way they looked in them. As the trio lounged away the rest of the afternoon, further cementing the now-uninterrupted tans coating their bulky bodies, the thought that anything had changed at all no longer registered.

“How was the day, boys?” A deep, smooth voice interrupted the group’s dozing as Andrew stepped out onto the patio, his trim frame straining against a tight navy polo and dark chinos. His golden coif was as immaculate as always, expertly accentuating the distinguished features of the face below. Though he pushed forty, the handsome hunk could have passed for someone closer to Jay’s age with little effort.

“Andrew! ‘Sup, dude? How was work?” Jay sprung up from his lounger and bounded over, not bothering to put his cock away when it slipped free from the slinky poser. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and beamed when Andrew gave him a peck on the cheek and squeezed his rear, his swaying hose already twitching.

“Cast any fun spells today,” Hank asked, lumbering over to take up the spot on the blonde’s other side. He immediately untucked Andrew’s shirt and undid the other man’s pants, his mouth watering as his stubby fingers brushed against the stuffed briefs inside. Something about Hank’s question struck a chord as Lou rolled off his stomach and swung his heavy legs over the edge of the lounger, his rigid cock springing up between the hairy thighs. He knew Andrew was a caster, and that their generous sugar daddy worked for Caster’s Inc., so he wasn’t sure why the idea suddenly stood out in his mind. Not that he was overly interested in asking. As he plodded over to the group, the only thing he really wanted to know was why Andrew still had his clothes on.

“Oh, the usual,” Andrew said as he raised his arms to let the polo be pulled free. He grinned as his pants and briefs quickly landed at his ankles, the trio of pretty-boy beasts practically drooling at the sight of him. He was more glad than ever that he’d decided to hire the group instead of magically fixing up the house, and happier still that they’d taken him up on his offer. If they’d decided not to slip into the speedos and enjoy the fruits of their labor they would have left and gone about their unaltered lives. But if they did, Andrew had made sure that they’d fully embrace their new existence. Now, instead of scraping by and laboring their lives away as contractors, they’d bask in buff, beautiful luxury, with barely a scrap of clothing and not a single inhibition between them. It might not have been an outcome that the men would have chosen for themselves, but, then again, Andrew told himself they didn’t know it was an option, either. There were far worse ways for a person to end up than hung, hulking, handsome and horny, just the way he liked his men. “There WAS one really interesting spell today,” Andrew said after giving each of them another quick kiss. Their massive hands pawed at him as he spoke, their expressions making it clear they hung on his every word. “A group of average guys who became anything but. I won’t bore you with all the details, but I think it was some of my best work.”