Interactive: The Idol, ch. 2 (Patreon)

Chris held the idol close to his face to get a better look at the strange stone.  It was cold to the touch and didn’t seem to be getting any warmer the longer he held it.  “I don’t even know what kind of rock this is.”  

Alex laughed.  “Oh, ‘cause you’re a geologist now?  They teach a lot of that in your accounting classes?”  

“Fuuuuuck you,” Chris said, slapping at Alex’s slim, washboard stomach.  

“Seriously though, dude, you’d have loved it.  Super creepy.  I stopped in this little bootleg mining town at the base of the mountain.  Place hasn’t had an active mine since the early seventies...total ghost town except for a few holdouts and one store.  It was like the start of every monster movie ever...bunch’a old dudes sittin’ around the store immediately getting all weirded out when they hear I’m headed up the mountain.  They tried to warn me off with talk of sacred ground and disappearances being the real reason the mine shut down…”

“So of course you ignored them…”

“Of course!  You know I don’t believe in that shit.  I hiked up the mountain, it was absolutely gorgeous, and I found you a creepy souvenir.” 

Chris slowly put the idol down.  “So you brought me back a legit cursed relic?”

Alex shrugged.  “I’ve been carrying it for almost two months now and nothing’s happened, so I think the curse might be a wash at this point.” 

“Either way, thanks...I think…” Chris laughed and went to get dressed for work.  He left Alex in the apartment to get settled, and over the next few days the two friends caught up and fell into their old routine like they were back in college.  Alex shaved his unruly beard down to a manicured stubble and started pounding the pavement to find a job.  The strange idol was placed on a shelf in the living room and quickly became just another decoration.  

It wasn’t until the fourth day that Alex noticed the changes.  

He’d tossed and turned all night, unable to get comfortable.  He felt more stiff and sore than he had sleeping on the ground out in the woods.  He kept tugging at his boxer briefs all night, and when he finally got out of bed the next morning he saw why.  They looked like they were about a size and a half too small.  They bit into his legs and squished his package uncomfortably.  

“What the hell…” Alex yawned, struggling out of the tight underwear.  He tossed it aside and pulled out another pair only to find they fit the same.  “Fuck!”  He gave up after a third pair and waddled uncomfortably out of his room, the underwear pinching and squeezing his thighs and crotch. 

“You okay?”  Chris raised an eyebrow at the sight of Alex stumbling out of his room, tugging at his tight boxer briefs.  

“Yeah, I think I fucked up my laundry.  Or I’m gaining weight?  None of my shit fits this morning.”  

Chris looked his friend up and down.  “Dunno, man.  You DO look a little bigger, but you’re eating real food and not hiking several miles a day, so that’s gonna happen.”  He snapped the waistband of Alex’s too-tight underwear and pinched his friend’s side.  “You could stand to put some meat on anyway.  I gotta run or I’ll be late, but help yourself to whatever clothes of mine you need.”

As soon as Chris was gone Alex stripped down and headed for his friend’s room, stopping to check himself out in the full length mirror on the back of the door.  He definitely looked bigger.  He prodded himself all over, grateful at least that he didn’t feel any softer.  If anything, his muscles seemed larger.  His washboard stomach seemed a bit wider than he remembered, but was still just as ripped, and there was no denying that his lean legs had expanded.  He’d always had a sizeable gap between his toned thighs, but now his rounder quads drifted closer to each other.  When he turned to the side he saw that his pecs stood out a bit farther than they should have, and his tiny bubble butt had inflated.  When he broke into a double bicep pose, his arms were noticeably thicker.  

“What the hell is going on,” he laughed to himself, confused.  He’d been so busy looking for a job that he hadn’t been working out, so if anything he should have been slipping into worse shape, not better.  

He turned from the mirror and started rummaging through Chris’s drawers, feeling a sudden awkward thrill at the thought.  He was naked, in his friend’s room, digging through his underwear.  He pulled out a pair of light blue briefs and slid them on, shivering as they settled into place.  He looked at himself in the mirror again and couldn’t help but think about how much like his bulkier friend he was starting to look.  The thought made his cock twitch.  He ran a hand over the enlarged muscles on his torso, the thought that he was rock hard in his friend’s underwear, and in his friend’s room, was too much.  Without knowing why, he laid back on Chris’s bed and fished his aching cock free of the borrowed briefs.  He folded an arm behind him, resting his head on the inflated bicep while he pumped with the other hand.  His enlarged ass flexed and relaxed over and over as he thrust into his hand.  Even his rigid cock was starting to feel thicker that it should.  Alex was so caught up in what he was doing that he didn’t hear the apartment door open.  

“Dude!”  Chris froze in the doorway to his room, staring down at Alex jerking off on his bed.  “What the fuck are you doing?!”  

*** What happens next? ***