Interactive: The Idol, ch. 4 (Patreon)

*** The winner of the last poll was "Chris starts texting Alex with things to do around the apartment ***


Alex spent the rest of the morning in a daze. He eventually pulled himself off Chris’s bed and stumbled back out into the apartment. His whole body felt heavier than it should and his bigger thighs threw off his gait. The foreign underwear wasn't helping either. Chris’s briefs were much smaller than the boxer briefs he was used to, and his cock still twitched when he thought about the fact that he was wearing his friend’s underwear. He tried to put on more of his own clothes but everything was officially too small. He actually shredded a tight tshirt when he tried to force it on. It spread across his now-bulging pecs and widened stomach like a second skin and ripped down the back as soon as he moved his arms.  He started to go back into Chris’s room to grab more of his friend’s clothes, but got distracted by a text. 

“Hey man, I forgot to ask, since you're home can you tidy the place up a little?” The text from Chris read. “Dishes and vacuuming really need doing.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Alex responded before he'd even thought about it. It was weird that Chris was asking, but he WAS letting him stay there. Forgetting all about putting anything else on, he went into the kitchen and got started on the dishes.  He kept getting distracted by the sight of his expanding chest and thickened forearms as he scrubbed.  Looking down at the sink, he could see less of it over his meaty new pecs and the dishes felt smaller than they should in his hands.  He kept bumping his muscled stomach against the counter, unused to how it now arched forward.  Alex had just finished the dishes when another text came through.  

“Hey dude, also throw my laundry in for me.”  

Alex was annoyed that this wasn’t even phrased as a question, but just responded with “will do!”  Somewhat reluctantly, he went back into his friend’s room to gather up his hamper and dirty clothes.  While picking up the scattered items on the floor, Alex hesitated over a pair of crumpled black briefs.  He recognized them as the ones Chris had on the previous day and, before he knew what he was doing, had them pressed against his face.  He inhaled deeply, relishing the musky, sweaty scent while he gnawed on an edge.    

“What the fuck?!”  Alex tore them away from his face, horrified by his actions.  His inflated body turned a mortified shade of purple as he stared at the fabric tingling against his palms.  He stuffed everything in the hamper and stormed off down the hall.  He tried not to think about it as he dumped his friend’s laundry into the washing machine.  

“Laundry day, huh?”  

Alex turned and saw a burly, hairy ginger standing in the doorway to the laundry room.  The broad young man looked to be about his and Chris’ age, maybe a bit younger based on the lack of wrinkles around his smiling eyes, with broad, hairy shoulders and thick, freckle-covered arms hanging out the sides of a tight tank-top.  A powerful chest covered in wiry red hairs stuck out the top and his sturdy lower half was covered in a pair of loose basketball shorts.  

“Oh, uh, hey,” Alex said, his eyes traveling up and down the other man’s powerful frame.  “Yeah, I’ve gotta throw this...in…” Alex’s stomach dropped when it finally occurred to him why the other man’s bushy red beard was split into a broad grin.  He’d been so caught off guard by his behavior that he’d taken off down the hall to the laundry room without putting anything else on.  It was his turn to watch the other man’s eyes travel up and down his own expanded frame and stuffed briefs.  “Shit!”  Alex turned bright red and laughed awkwardly.  “Sorry man, I’m totally out of it this morning…”

The big man just laughed and stuck out a wide hand.  “You Alex?  I’m Trent.”  
“Uh, yeah, nice to meet you,” Alex said, squirming slightly under Trent’s mischievous smile.  

“Chris said you’d be staying with him for a while.  It’s cool man, you can relax.  There’s only one other apartment on this floor and he’s cool,” Trent said, cocking his head.  “But if I looked like that I’d probably show it off too.”  
Alex blushed even harder, acutely aware of just how tight his briefs had gotten.  He was also experiencing a bit of whiplash at having gone from feeling huge in his expanding body to suddenly small next to the bearded hulk.  

Trent laughed loudly and clapped Alex on the shoulder.  “He said you were uptight.  I’m just fuckin’ with ya dude.  You want me to leave?”  

“No, no, sorry,” Alex said, feeling foolish and warming up to the other man.  “It’s just been a weird morning.”  

“Chris said you were out hiking for the last six months or something like that?”  

“Yeah, up through Canada and Alaska…” The two went about their laundry while Alex told Trent about his travels like they were old friends.  By the time they finally went their separate ways, Alex had forgotten all about his lack of clothes.  He reluctantly left the other man only after he promised to hang out with him and Chris later.  

When he got back to the apartment, there was another text.  

“Hit the bathroom too.”  

“Jesus, dude, I’m not your fucking maid,” Alex sighed.  “Got it!” He responded, letting none of his annoyance show.  As much as his knee-jerk reaction was to get angry, he found himself almost nervous about making sure he did a good job for Chris.  He pulled out the vacuum, his lack of clothes no longer registering.  The briefs had gone from feeling out of place to perfectly natural.  

Alex ran the vacuum through the entire apartment, surprised at how easy it felt.  His newly-muscled arm pulled it back and forth like it weighed nothing, though he did catch himself stumbling a few times as his expanding legs thew his balance off.  There was a nagging voice in his head that was telling him he should be more concerned about what was happening.  Logically he knew people didn’t just start piling on muscle, especially over the course of a day.  And then there was the incident with Chris catching him, and then catching himself huffing his friend’s underwear.  Just thinking about it made his cock swell.  Thoughts of Trent blended in, and Alex blushed at how much he’d enjoyed the other man eyeing his almost naked body.  

He kneaded his stiff bulge, resisting the urge to go at it a second time that day, and headed for the bathroom.  “Fuck!”  Alex froze as soon as he saw his reflection.  He looked like an entirely different person.  He hadn’t just put on a bit of muscle; he was officially built.  His wiry, lean body had puffed and solidified into a tapering V, and his friend’s briefs that were loose just a few hours ago were now stretched to capacity over his round, solid cheeks.  He understood why Trent had stared.  

“This...this can’t be happening…” Alex stammered, finally paying attention to the nagging voice.  He staggered out of the bathroom to find his phone, intending to call for help.