Interactive: The Idol, ch. 5 (Patreon)

*** The winning option last time was "Instead of help, Chris decides what Alex needs is a new wardrobe. ***

Alex fumbled with his phone as he sent Chris a frantic text message.  His larger fingers felt sluggish and awkward hammering against a screen that felt too small in a widened grip.  He finally gave up and used the voice option.  

“Dude I think I need to go to the hospital or something I’m still getting bigger.” The words sounded even more bizarre out loud.  The few minutes of waiting for Chris to text back felt like hours.  

“Wtf do you mean you’re STILL getting bigger?”  

Alex stood in front of the mirror, flexing a thick bicep to send Chris a picture.  “Look at this!”  

“Fuck! Holy shit man you’re jacked!  Does it hurt?  Do you feel okay?”  Chris’s messages came in a hurried string one after the other.  

“It doesn’t hurt.  I’m freaked the fuck out but I feel okay,” Alex managed to type back.  Now that he was stopping to think about it, he really did feel fine.  He was starting to question whether he needed help after all.  

“If you feel fine then I wouldn’t go to the hospital.  You’re just gonna sit there all night and pay out the ass for them to tell you you’re fine or send you to another doctor.”  Alex waited, the three dots on his screen telling him more was coming.  “I’m literally getting ready to leave as I type this.  Just sit tight and we’ll figure something out when I get back, cool?”  

Alex hesitated.  The nagging voice told him he should still go for help, but Chris made sense.  He took a deep breath, feeling foolish for panicking like that.  “Okay.  See you in a bit.”  

As soon as he typed it, Alex remembered he hadn’t finished cleaning the bathroom.  Despite his unease over what was happening to his body, Alex's heart started racing at the thought of not finishing before Chris got home.  He was bordering on desperate as he dropped to his hands and knees, his growing bubble wagging behind him while he scrubbed the floor, toilet and tub until both were spotless.  He watched his new, bulging, heaving pecs as he wiped the mirror and panted at his reflection from the marathon cleaning session.  

“Fuck!  The laundry!”  Giving it no more thought than he had the first time, Alex bolted from the apartment in nothing but his tight briefs.  The thought of letting Chris down outweighed his embarrassment at being so exposed.  He made it back just before Chris arrived.  

“HOLY SHIT!”  Chris’s briefcase hit the floor at the same time as his jaw when he saw the full extent of Alex’s changes.  “You’re...fuck, man, the pic didn’t do it justice.  Look at you!”  Alex stood bashfully while Chris came over and prodded at his enlarged body with wide eyes and gaping mouth.  For the first time in their decade of friendship, Alex was the bigger one and neither man knew how to respond.  “I get why you were freaked out now,” Chris said, finally stepping back.  He loosened his tie and made Alex turn in a circle and flex for him while he undid his shirt.  “Dude, how are you bigger than me now?!”  Chris pulled his shirt free and exposed his own built torso.  He flexed his meaty pecs and firm arms, marveling that Alex wasn’t just bigger; he was leaner.  His formerly lanky friend wasn’t just filling out with mass; he was somehow putting on precision sculpted muscle.    

“I dunno man,” Alex laughed awkwardly, trying not to stare at Chris’s bare chest.  “This feels real weird.”  He didn’t elaborate on the full reasons why.  Alex didn’t know how to explain that even though he was now bigger than his friend, he felt smaller and more insecure than ever, especially as he watched Chris stare at his stuffed bulge.  

“Fuck, man!  Even this is bigger than me now?!”  Chris laughed as he quickly reached over and tugged Alex’s briefs down, letting the other man’s longer, thicker package flop free.  

Alex blushed but didn’t try to cover himself.  Instead of a rush of masculine pride at his girthy endowment, all he wanted was his friend's approval.  “I mean, that’s not saying much…” 

“Hey now!” Chris slapped Alex’s rigid washboard and gave his friend a final once-over before turning away to look around the apartment.  

“I got everything done,” Alex said quickly, watching Chris’s inspecting eye roam around the room.  

“Good! This place needed…” Chris paused at the basket of his laundry on the couch.  “You didn’t fold it?”  

Alex's stomach dropped.  “Oh, uh, no, I didn’t….I mean….I got distracted by…” he motioned down at himself, having a flash of awareness that something was increasingly wrong.  He was standing in a pair of his friend’s briefs that were pulled down around a set of thighs that were too big, with his dick hanging out, while being chastised for not folding Chris’s laundry that he’d done on top of cleaning his friend’s entire apartment.  He opened his mouth to protest, but instead only managed a weak apology.  “Do you want me to do it right now?”  

Chris clapped him on the back and shook his head.  “Nah, you can do it later.  Just remember that for next time.  You can hang these up, though.”  Alex was too distracted by the sight of Chris pulling his slacks off to question what his friend meant by “next time.” His eyes were fixed to the way Chris’s briefs stretched tight across his friend’s firm cheeks as the other man picked up his discarded shirt and handed it to him.  

Alex followed when Chris headed for his bedroom, turning a bright shade of red when he felt his still-exposed cock bounce against his thighs that were  bound by his pulled-down underwear.  With Chris’s shirt in one hand and pants in the other, he waddled into the other room and gave his friend a view of his exposed bubble while he hung the clothes.  It wasn’t until that was done that he finally pulled his underwear back into place.  “I don’t think you need a doctor, bud,” Chris said as he slid on a pair of form-fitting khaki shorts and a tight tshirt.  “Right now I think you need some clothes that fit.  Let’s get you set up and then see how you feel in the morning.”  

Alex just nodded.  It wasn’t phrased as a question and he took the shorts and shirt that Chris handed him without comment.  Looking at what he was given, he didn't know what Chris was thinking.  He knew his friend had things that were more in line with his basic tastes, and that would probably fit better, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.  He recognized the small green gym shorts from when he'd lived with Chris years ago.  His friend had been several sizes smaller then, and while they’d be a squeeze on the buff blonde now, on Alex’s expanded frame they were stretched almost as tight as his boxer briefs would have been.  The shirt, a paper-thin, light blue tanktop that just barely reached the top of the shorts, wasn’t much better.  His broad pecs were almost entirely on display and if he raised his arms he exposed his hairy new six-pack.  

He squeezed his feet into a pair of Chris’s bright cross-trainers to cap the outfit.  “Let me, uh, just grab my wallet,” Alex said, sounding confused that he was agreeing to leave the house looking like this.  

“Dude, don’t worry about it.  I got it.  You don’t have the money for this right now anyway.”  

Alex felt a flutter in his trim stomach at the thought of his friend looking out for him.  “Really? Oh man, that’s great!  I’ll pay you back as soon as I can, I promise.”  He was so distracted by his sudden gratitude that he forgot all about his embarrassment.  It wasn’t until they were out on a crowded sidewalk and he saw his reflection in a store window, as well as the looks on people’s faces, that his second thoughts returned.  He was handsome enough that he was used to getting checked out, but not like this.  Half of the looks were thirsty, and the other half were sneers at his bright, plastered on outfit.  Alex couldn’t help but notice that most of the thirsty glances were from men.   

His second thoughts continued to grow when he saw where Chris was taking him.  Instead of just getting bigger versions of his standard clothes, Chris took him to a sporting-goods store.  Alex soon found himself staring at racks of spaghetti-strapped, open-sided muscle shirts and an array of mesh and nylon shorts.  But as Chris started pulling out the brightest colors and most revealing styles, he still couldn’t say no.  He couldn’t even protest when his friend wanted to follow him into the dressing room.  

“I’m paying for it, aren’t I?”  Chris said, pushing Alex along into the dressing room.  “Besides, I’m used to stuff this size.”  

Alex could only shrug and strip out of his borrowed outfit while Chris watched.  He was surprised as he went through his impromptu fashion show that even though these clothes were bigger, they were somehow MORE revealing.  The shirts left his torso entirely visible to anyone who looked at him from the side, and the scooping necks and tiny straps left his perky little nipples uncovered while his broad back spilled out from behind.  The bright shorts weren’t any better.  They weren’t skin-tight like the ones he’d had on, but “short” was a literal description.  These weren’t baggy, knee-length basketball shorts; they were snug, revealing, and barely traveled south of his thigh.  They accentuated and thrust forward his meatier package and left each of his solid, growing cheeks separated and outlined in back.  

“Yeah man, this stuff is waaay better,” Chris said approvingly.  

Alex turned in the mirror and squirmed under the loose, open muscle shirt.  The hot pink fabric popped against his tanned, olive skin tone and the wiry black hairs that coated his mostly-visible torso.  “It is?”  He sounded even more unsure as he tugged the lime green shorts as far down his widened quads as they’d go.  

“Here, try these and then we’ll call it for now.” 

“Okay,” Alex sighed and shrugged, taking yet another pair of tiny shorts from his friend.  They were a light powder blue like the shirt he’d had on, and like the shirt the material was incredibly thin.  He started to pull them on when he noticed the built in mesh.  “Oh...uh...these look like they…”

“Yeah dude, they’re jogging shorts.  You’ve worn them before,” Chris said, sounding annoyed by his friend’s hesitation.  

Alex quickly shucked his briefs at Chris’s tone and tried not to look at the well-muscled stranger in the mirror.  He told himself that thick, hanging package between those solid legs wasn’t his own, and he wasn’t really wearing a hot pink muscle shirt.  When he pulled the shorts on, he didn’t really have a huge bulge with his almost-visible cock outlined against the thin material.  And those weren’t actually the dimples of his ass poking out through the slits in the sides of the shorts.  

“Oh yeah, those are winners!”  Chris’s excited tone told him they really were his, and he was suddenly glad.  “Just leave it on and we’ll pay for it on the way out.”  

Alex tried to wrap his head around the mix of excitement and humiliation he felt.  He’d been mortified at the look on the salesman’s face when he sat to try on a pair of shoes and his new shorts spread so much it looked like he didn’t have any pants on.  But one word from Chris and he was back on cloud nine.  By the time they left Alex had gone from someone who wore drab colors and utilitarian clothes to a peacocking gym-bunny.  He had on neon orange running shoes, striped knee socks, his bright blue shorts, and the hot pink muscle shirt.  There was no way for him to go unnoticed.  The few remaining muscles that weren’t already on display were expertly accentuated by the bright garments.  

“Uh, thanks for all this,” he said, squirming against the feeling of the warm evening air on his heavier package as it reached in through the sides of the shorts.  “Like I said, I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.”  

Chris grinned and squeezed Alex’s bare shoulder.  “About that….”