Roommates (Vignette) (Patreon)

“Damn, dude, the gym kicked my ass today.” Steve came out of the steamy bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his trim waist. Beads of water dripped from his raven scalp, trickling down his broad shoulders and wide back. He pulled his right arm across his furry pecs with his left and twisted, stretching out his tight, lean torso. He couldn't figure out why he felt so sore all of a sudden. His sculpted chest, toned abs, and thick arms were evidence enough that he spent plenty of time working out, but he'd never felt like this afterwards. 

“You try that new chest exercise I told you about?” Steve’s roommate, Paul, looked him up and down from his spot at the kitchen counter.  

“Yeah, and I don't know how you pull that shit off man,” Steve said, stretching the other arm and twisting the opposite direction. 

Paul flexed a huge, granite bicep and laughed. Steve was in great shape, but he was on another level entirely. His tiny running shorts showed off his thick quads and round, firm cheeks, while his baggy tank top left his chiseled torso more exposed than not. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. Unlike his furry roommate, Paul’s smooth skin only accentuated his ripped, striated build. “Just takes practice,” he shrugged, his thick pecs bouncing with the motion. 

“Maybe I'm just coming down with something. I'm not feeling so hot.”  Steve scratched at his hairy abs and shook his head as he was hit with a wave of dizziness. “Whoa….” he said, wobbling on his feet. 

“You okay?” Paul cocked an eyebrow but didn't move from the counter. 

“Got real dizzy there for a minAAAGGHHH!” Steve doubled over, the rapid motion sending the towel to the floor. 

Paul stayed where he was, watching his naked roommate stagger forward. Already he could see it working. It wasn't Steve's workout that affected him, it was the formula Paul slipped into his soap that did it. 

Steve gasped for breath, feeling like his entire body was one big cramped muscle. His skin itched and burned. He was so focused on the pain that his arm was almost entirely smooth before he noticed anything was happening. He'd reached out to catch himself on the back of the couch and saw his extended arm lacked the coating of wiry hairs it should have had. 

It also looked out of shape. His hand was smaller than normal, and when he clutched at the couch his forearm didn't flex like it should. His other arm was the same, and looking down, he saw that whatever was happening had spread. The thick carpet of hair he'd had on his pecs since puberty was gone, as was the trail down his abs. His just below average dick suddenly looked huge without any hair around it, and his toned thighs were equally smooth. “What...the fuck is this…” he gasped through gritted teeth as another spasm hit. 

He clutched at his stomach and felt himself start to change. He could feel his skin crawling while the muscle underneath shifted and changed. His crossed arms started to press into a softening stomach and he watched his firm pecs change shape, pushing outwards and becoming soft. He ran his hands up his arms and felt an almost total lack of muscle where his developed biceps and triceps should have been. While he staggered, he felt his ass and thighs start to shake in places where they shouldn't while his cock seemed to be pulling into itself. 

It was over in minutes. Steve lay panting in a heap on the floor, trying not to throw up as the pain thankfully subsided. He knew something was horribly wrong before he even stood. When he sat upright he felt an unaccustomed weight shift on his chest. “Aaaaahhhh!” His voice was a squeal as he looked down at the perky breasts where his hairy pecs should have been. When he reached up instinctively, his hands were small and dainty, as were the arms they were attached to. His toned thighs were wide and supple as he staggered to his feet, his inflated, softened ass shaking with the motion. 

He saw his reflection in the TV and almost hit the ground again. He looked more like his sister than himself. His stocky, solid body was gone, replaced with a lithe, curvy frame. Thin shoulders, gravity defying tits, a soft belly, and an ass you could grab onto and ride. He wasn't sure what was worse - the changes to his face or the tiny acorn dick between his widened thighs. His lantern jaw and ever-present stubble were gone. Now he looked androgynous, with smooth cheeks, a tiny nose, and high cheekbones. The tiny nub between his legs didn't help. He'd never been the biggest, but now he wasn't even sure if his balls were still there. Had he not been hairless it might not have even been visible. 

He turned to Paul for help, his high new voice pleading. “Paul...help...you gotta call an ambulance! What...the fuck just…” he trailed off when he looked up and saw Paul watching, seemingly unfazed, with a huge tent in his shorts. 

“Everything seems fine to me,” Paul grinned. 

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