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They'd heard the legend of the funhouse.  Everyone had.  An old fair  that went under back in the '80s.  The remains were still around for  teenagers to spray paint and smoke weed in, but the funhouse was the  real urban legend.  It was odd to begin with.  Even when open, the  funhouse had been for adults only.  The real reason was because of the  alcohol, lewd humor, and strippers inside.  It was billed as an adult  attraction at the fair.  Over the years, though, the legend had grown.   Stories of orgies and after-hour satanic rites spread.  There were  ghosts.  Murders were the real reason the fair and funhouse shut down.   Someone's parents knew someone's aunt who'd taken part.  It was just  cliche enough to be irresistible.   
 

The six of them had grown up with the rumors.  They'd heard  everything there was to hear about "the funhouse."  There was nothing  exceptional about the night that they finally decided to go check it  out, other than it was a clear, moonless summer night.  They'd made the  plans the weekend before after their softball game.  They'd go out for a  few drinks and head out to the fairgrounds after dark.  They'd all been  there many, many times over the years, but none of them had ever  actually been inside.  With Austin, the defacto leader of the group,  about to turn 26, they felt it was time.   
 

"You sure about this?  Aren't we officially too old for this crap?   When the cops show up, what's our excuse again?"  Mark, the youngest of  the group at 21, looked hesitant as he got out of the car.   
 

"Quit being a pussy," Bill said as he pried his hulking frame out of  the backseat.  Mark had practically spent the past twenty minutes in  the huge man's lap.  "If you're that scared you can wait in the car."   
 

"Listen to you," Tony laughed, climbing out of the back end of the  large SUV.  "Just last night you were telling me about having second  thoughts."  Where Bill was the biggest, Tony was the shortest.  That  didn't stop him from squaring off against his larger friend.   
 

"Hey!  Fuck you, man.  Are you sure you're even going to be tall  enough to get in?"  Bill leaned to the side when Tony threw himself at  him.  They usually wound up like this.   
 

"Are they seriously starting already?"  Chris, a built, handsome blonde asked.  "We haven't even gotten out of the car."   
 

"Looks like it," his friend, a tall, lean brunette said, slamming the door.  "Knock it off you two."   
 

"Eat a dick, Justin," Tony spat, wiping the dirt off his baggy gym shorts, the only thing he ever wore.   
 

"You guys good?"  Austin was the last to get out.  Tony and Bill  growled at each other a few more times but behaved themselves.  "Good."   Austin looked at his friends.  They couldn't have been a more diverse  group.  He was the oldest at 25.  He'd graduated from college with an  accounting degree and had a finance job.  Of the group, he was the most  put together.  Always well dressed, he worked out and watched what he  ate obsessively, leaving him with a lean, perfectly proportioned  whipcord body.  The others weren't slouches.  Mark could give him a run  for his money in the looks department, and Chris worked a well paying  job as a graphic designer.  Justin was finishing his last year in  college, but with his handsome looks and swimmers build he'd go far,  quickly.  Bill and Tony were the runts of the litter.  Tony almost  literally.  What the short man lacked in height he more than made up for  in muscle and attitude, which is what kept him floating between jobs.   Same with Bill.  The giant bear of a man wasn't a bad guy really, he  just couldn't keep his mouth shut.  On the surface, you'd be hard  pressed to figure out why they were even all friends.  The one thing  they had in common was how long they'd all known each other and their  softball team.  But it worked.   
 

They made their way towards the funhouse, none of them giving voice  to the growing unease they all felt.  They told themselves it was all of  the stories they'd heard, but there was something positively menacing  about the building.  The entranceway was made to look like a smiling  mouth, which would have been creepy enough in its prime.  Now, the  decaying wood made it look like a zombie's mouth.   
 

"I hope you boys aren't planning on going in there?"  The group spun  around in unison to see a tall, thin man standing next to a patch of  trees.  He had on tattered overalls, a stained plaid shirt, and dirty  black boots.  He was half concealed in shadow, preventing them from  getting a look at his face.   
 

"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there," Chris started, flashing a  charming smile.  "It's our friends birthday....I don't suppose there's  any way you could maybe just look the other way and let us check it out?   We won't mess with anything, we've just heard the stories."   
 

The stranger laughed.  "I don't think going in there is a good idea."   
 

"Who are you, a cop?"  Tony asked, squinting at the shadows.   
 

"Me?  No, I'm just the groundskeeper here."   
 

"Look pal, we're just going inside for our friends birthday.  We  don't want any trouble, but you're not stopping us," Bill said  menacingly.   
 

Before Austin could try and smooth things over the groundskeeper  raised his hands in surrender.  "Easy now fella, I'm not going to stop  you.  I just said I didn't think it was a good idea.  But if you're  minds made up....well, there you go."  The man turned and walked back  towards the trees.  "Just a word of advice...if you go in, make sure you  stay ALL night.  That's how it used to work.  Go in at sundown, come up  at sunrise.  Whole world of experience in between."   
 

"What the hell are you..." Bill started to ask, but the man was gone.  "Well that was fuckin' weird," he said to the group.   
 

"We don't have to do this," Austin said.  "I appreciate the thought, but really..."
 

"No way man.  We're going in.  Fuck that guy," Tony said, lighting a cigarette.   
 

"Okay," Austin shrugged.  They walked up through the mouth and saw a  series of doors like rotting teeth.  They picked one in the middle and  walked through.   
 

It was pitch black, even with a flashlight.  The beam illuminated  only a few feet in front and nothing to the sides.  It was silent.  Not  just quiet; there seemed to be an actual absence of sound.  They barely  registered each other shuffling in the dark.   
 

"Cool, great, we can see so much," Mark said after a few minutes of stumbling in the dark.   
 

"Yeah, not what I expected," Chris said with a nervous laugh.   
 

"What about it guys?  We keep going?"  Justin waited for a response.   "Guys?"  He, Mark and Chris were alone.  "Shit!  How did we get  separated already?"   
 

"HEY!  GUYS!"  Mark bellowed.   
 

"WHERE ARE YOU?"  He heard Austin yell back from a distance.  They  searched back the way they came but couldn't seem to find a door or turn  off.  They also never seemed to sound like they were getting any closer  to each other.  "JUST KEEP GOING AND WE'LL SEE IF WE MEET UP.  I'VE GOT  BILL AND TONY WITH ME."
 

The three gave each other dubious looks, but they kept walking.   They told themselves it was just disorientation from the darkness, but  the hallway seemed impossibly long.  They'd seen pictures of the  building from the air.  It was big, but not huge.  Just when they were  about to turn back, they found a door.   
 

"Geeez!"  Justin jumped when the lights in the building suddenly  flickered to life.  He was surprised that there was even still  electricity, let alone functional bulbs.  Not all of them worked,  casting the room in a dim glow.   
 

"Must be the old guy," Chris said, equally startled.  "Not  necessarily comforting."  The room they were in was painted like a  beach.  There were small mouldering pits that at one point would have  been filled with water for people to splash in.  Now they just looked  infected.  The remains of a tiki bar were in one corner, but it was the  wooden cut-out that drew Mark's attention.   
 

“C’mon, you guys’ll be the perfect couple.”  Mark motioned to the  cutout of the two huge, headless musclemen with a spot for people to  stand behind and take a picture.  The scene was a play on the old  sunscreen ad, with one of the hulking men pulling down the back of the  other one's tiny posing strap.
 

“Fuck you.”  Chris laughed, stepping up behind the drawing of one of  the posing hunks.  The guy’s proportions were cartoonishly exaggerated,  with massive arms, impossibly wide shoulders, a tiny waist, and thick,  strong legs.  The tiny yellow posing strap the man was wearing was  tented outwards by an equally exaggerated erection as he pulled down the  strap of the man next to him.  It looked like something straight out of  a naughty comic from the 70s.   
 

“That's appropriate.  I'm used to you checking out my ass anyway,"  Justin laughed, stepping up behind the other stud.  His was just as  built, the only difference being the huge bulge in his violet posing  strap was still soft.    
 

"You wish," Chris laughed, punching his friend in the side.    
 

Justin rolled with the punch.  “Shut the fuck up and smile already.”   Both men positioned their heads on top of the drawings and made the  obligatory goofy face.   
 

“Alright, got it.  You guys make a cute couple.”  Mark laughed as he  examined the picture on his phone.  “Uh, you guys can move now.”  His  laughter died when he saw the panicked expressions on his friends’  faces.   
 

“I…I can’t!” Chris tried to pull his head away but it wouldn’t budge.   
 

“Me neither!  What the hell is this!?” Justin struggled just as hard  next to him but was equally stuck.  “Is this supposed to be  funnyeaaaaghh!”  
 

“What? What’s haaaaagggghhh!” Chris tried to look over at his friend but both men were overcome with pain.   
 

“Jesus!” Mark darted forward to help his friends, only making it a  few steps before stopping in his tracks.  “Wha…what is this?”  The  drawings seemed to be shifting and moving, wrapping themselves around  the two men behind them.  Mark tried to block out the horrible sucking  noises and screams of his friends that echoed through the room.  He  plugged his ears and closed his eyes in a panic, letting out a yell of  his own to block out the sounds.  “Gu…guys?”  He slowly moved his hands  away from his ears but only heard the sounds of heavy breathing.   “Guys?”  Opening one eye at a time, Mark still came close to  blacking  out at what he saw.  Lying on the ground in front of him, his friends  had become living, breathing versions of the drawings.  From the neck up  they hadn’t changed, but from the neck down they were nearly  unrecognizable.  Chris’s already muscular frame had been warped into the  caricature of the body builder, while next to him Justin’s lean, wiry  body had exploded to match.  Not only had both of their clothes  vanished, leaving them in only the posing straps, their skin even seemed  shiny like in the drawing.   
 

“Ohhhh…man…” Chris was the first to come to.  “What the hell  happened?” he stirred groggily, struggling to sit up.  “That’s one hell  of a fun…house…trick…” he trailed off.  It was gradually sinking in that  something was very, very wrong.  “FUCK!” He looked down at his altered  body in a panic.  “FUCK!” He yelled again, staggering to his feet.  He  lumbered awkwardly on his wide new legs, unaccustomed to all the extra  weight he was carrying.  His inflated arms flexed while his giant new  hands frantically explored his massive new body.  “What the fuck  happened!?”  He pawed at his shiny, plastic-looking skin and the muscles  underneath that were permanently inflated as if he were constantly  flexing.   
 

“I don’t know!  I took the picture and then you and Justin started  screaming and then next thing I know you guys are…” Mark blushed and  averted his eyes, “…just like the pictures.”   
 

“Shit!” Chris looked down to see what made Mark blushed and finally  noticed the thick, rigid, foot-long cock that shot out from between his  legs, just like in the drawing.  Unlike the drawing, the posing strap  wasn’t doing such a good job containing his new equipment when he was  moving around.  His balls had inflated to the size of large oranges and  spilled out the sides, while the slightest motion caused his cock to  slip free.  “This…this can’t be real…” Chris muttered, looking down as  he blushed a bright shade of red.  “It couldn’t have made us…oh man,  Justin!” The large man momentarily forgot his own terror at the thought  of his friend.  He looked over just as Justin started to come to.   
 

“What the hell was that?” Justin shook his head and started to sit  up.  He could tell immediately that something was very wrong.   “AAAAHHHHHH!” he screamed at the sight of his huge muscle tits where his  lean chest used to be.  “AAAAHHHH!” he screamed again at the sight of  the huge hands and giant arms that reached up to explore his new  additions.   
 

“Take it easy man…”
 

“Who the fuck are you!” Justin scooted backwards, wincing as the  motion caused his inflated chest to bounce. “Chris…?  Is that you?” he  gasped at the unmistakable sight of his friend’s head on the strange  muscleman’s body.  “What the fuck is going on?”
 

“Yeah, it’s me.  We sort of…I don’t know…became the people in the  drawings.”  Chris blushed and turned away when he realized his rigid  cock was only inches from his friend’s face.   
 

“But…that means I’m…” Justin ran his hands over his now-washboard  stomach, feeling an impossible amount of new muscle on his tiny waist.   “Fuck!  My dick!” His hands dropped from his stomach and grabbed at the  barely concealed hose.  "What the fuck?!  This thing is huge!"   
 

“I'm still bigger," Chris laughed.    
 

“This isn’t fucking funny!” Justin blushed.
 

“I know, I’m sorry.  I’m trying not to panic.”  Chris was also  trying to focus on anything other than how good his friend looked.  If  his cock wasn’t already rock hard, he had a feeling that the sight of  Justin’s new body would’ve gotten him there.  He wasn't gay, but he  suddenly couldn't keep his eyes off the other man.  “Here, give me your  hand.”   
 

“Whoa…” Justin stumbled against his friend when he was pulled to his  feet.  He blushed and stifled a moan at the sensation of their large  bodies pressing together.   
 

“Easy now,” Chris caught Justin in one strong arm and steadied him with another.   
 

“At least we don’t feel like plastic,” he said, motioning to their  shiny complexions.  “But this feels so weird…I’m way off balance.”   Justin shifted his weight but continued to lean against his friend.  His  bulky new hands were resting on Chris’s massive new pecs and it felt  like an electric current of pure pleasure was running between them where  their shiny skin made contact.   
 

“I’m sure this thing isn’t helping.”   
 

“Oh!” Justin gasped as Chris squeezed one of his enlarged, muscular  cheeks.  Justin's solid, perky behind was a thing of the past, and from  what he could tell by Chris’s pawing, there was a lot more of his new  backside.  “That’s a new feeling.” He squirmed against his friend,  feeling Chris’s massive new cock wedge up between them while his balls  pressed against his leg.  “Whoa…are these…dang, those guys got huge.”   Justin reached down and palmed each of the new orbs, sending a shiver  through the other man.  Neither of them was panicking like they should.   The initial terror they felt upon waking was quickly being replaced by  another sensation altogether.   
 

“Uh, guys, maybe we should go find help?”  Mark tried to interrupt.   He was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the direction things  were headed in.  Unlike his altered friends, he was still feeling plenty  of terror.  “Guys?”  It was no use.  Chris was massaging Justin's huge  pecs while Justin moaned loudly.  Not only had the two men changed to  look like the drawing, they were apparently intent on acting it out.   
 

“Ohhh…what…what’re we doing?” Justin groaned, digging his fingers into Chris’s strong back.   
 

“I can’t stop,” Chris whimpered.  He leaned in and locked lips with  the other man, Justin's masculine stubble rubbing against his chin a  stark contrast to the soft flesh he usually felt while making out with  someone.  Justin was pressing his crotch against Chris’s thigh more and  more with each moan and the big man couldn’t take it any more.   
 

"I don't get it," Justin whimpered.  "I'm so fucking hot right  now...why is this thing not solid like yours?"  He squirmed, trying to  escape the sensation of his flesh rubbing against itself while he tried  to figure out where the pressure was coming from if not his mammoth  hose.   
 

"I think I know..." In one quick motion Chris had Justin's strap on  the floor and a few thick fingers worked inside between his friend's  hard globes.  It was just an impulse, but he couldn't stop.   
 

“Gaahhh!” Justin gasped, squirming at the unfamiliar sensation of  having his friend’s fingers inside him.  He knew this shouldn’t be  happening, that his body had been horribly altered, but all he could  focus on was how good it felt.  He couldn’t believe that he even had the  thought, but all he wanted was Chris’s cock inside him.  “Chris…c’mon  man…you’ve gotta…” Justin felt a sudden emptiness when his friend pulled  his hand free and guided him to the floor.  Despite his own new bulk,  Chris seemed absolutely massive to Justin as he positioned himself  behind.  For a moment Justin wondered if his body would be able to  handle the heavy organ rubbing on his back, but the question was  answered abruptly when Chris thrust himself inside.  “Oh…oh god…” Justin  groaned.  The feeling was absolutely incredible.  He loved the heavy  weight of his friend’s altered body on top of his back, and the  sensation of Chris’s meaty new balls slapping against him with each  thrust.  Neither one of them had ever experienced anything that even  came close to feeling this good.  Focused only on each other, they lost  all track of time while they went at it.  It could have been five  minutes or five hours, the only thing that registered was each other's  writhing and grunting.  Justin experienced a few surges of horror as he  felt his huge new cock flop wildly, and softly, while Chris plowed into  him.  No amount of stroking or working it would cause it to harden in  the slightest.  Justin could never focus on it for long, though, before a  blast of pleasure would cause him to see stars.  The experience of  being penetrated was entirely new.  It didn't hurt, he just didn't know  how to process it.  His new body was the first to give.  He practically  howled when he came, digging his fingers into the ground while his soft  cock started spurting globs of sticky fluid.  Chris followed suit not  long after, pumping out what felt like a never ending stream of cum.   
 

“What…what did we just do?”  Chris pulled himself out from Justin’s  dripping hole and collapsed on the ground next to his friend.  The  fading lust was making room for the fear to creep back in.   
 

“I don’t…I don’t know…” Justin panted, his giant muscle-breasts  heaving while his oozing cock was draped over a meaty thigh.  “We’ve  gotta get outta here man.”   
 

“Dude, where are we gonna go looking like this?”  Chris stared back and forth at both of them in disbelief.
 

“I don’t care!  Anywhere but here.”  Justin sat up and looked around  for his discarded underwear and saw a pale Mark still standing there.   “Uh…” he blushed.   
 

“Are you guys okay?” The stunned man stammered.
 

“Oh shit…sorry man…I don’t know what came over us.”  It was Chris’s  turn to blush as he lumbered upright.  He tried to cover himself, but  his giant new cock was still rock hard and refused to stay put inside  the posing strap.  His meaty new balls spilled out the sides with the  slightest movement, leaving the large man nearly naked.   
 

"Come on Mark, don’t stare so hard,” Justin said as he stuffed his  floppy member into the strap.  He was trying not to look at his friend.   The sight of Mark’s tight, muscular frame was filling him with the same  charge he felt from Chris.  Memories of Mark’s naked body in the locker  room filled his head, leaving him with a sudden craving to feel the  other man’s thick cock inside him.  Justin blushed at the unwanted  thought but the heat between his cheeks remained.    
 

“Sorry,” Mark blushed.  He tried to focus on Justin’s unchanged  face, and not the barely recognizable muscle beast he'd become.  He kept  telling himself that this was his friend, but from the neck down Justin  was a living, breathing cartoon come to life.   
 

“Don’t blame him, these are some fantastic tits.”  Chris palmed  Justin's huge pecs, showing off his thick new arms in the process.    
 

“Ohhh…” Justin groaned, pulling Chris’s hands away, “dude, come  on….we’ve gotta figure this out.”  Justin reluctantly stepped away.    
 

Chris shook his head.  "Sorry, I know, I'm just having a hard time focusing here."   
 

Justin didn't want to admit that he was feeling the same fog falling  over his brain.  “Uh…should that still be like that?”  he motioned to  Chris’s still solid cock.   
 

“I’m starting to think it’s just gonna stay that way.”  Chris lifted  a huge arm, the muscles tense, “I’m not flexing…my muscles are just  like this.  See?”   
 

“Whoa…” Mark reached a tentative hand and felt Chris’s solid body.  “Does that hurt?”   
 

“No, I feel great actually, like I’ve constantly got that pump after a good workout.”   
 

Justin nodded.  "Same here.  I'm not even sore, either."  He shifted  his bulk back and forth on his widened legs.  "Still kinda horny," he  said sheepishly.   
 

“God…it’s like we never even…” Chris trailed off, blushing.  He eyed  Justin but was surprised when he found himself eyeing Mark just as  hungrily.  He felt like he could cum again at any minute.   
 

“We should…uh…go find the others,” Mark said, uncomfortable with the look his inflated friends were giving him.   
 

“Yeah…we should…” Justin’s voice trembled, “but how is this…I mean…what…?”   
 

“Come on man, don’t freak out on us.  Let’s just go find the others  and we’ll figure this out.”  Chris was trying his best to sound  confident.   
 

"Oh shit,” Justin gasped, “if this happened to us…do you think anything’s happened to them?”   
 

Chris shrugged his huge new shoulders.  “I’m still not convinced  that I didn’t trip on a loose board and hit my head and none of this is  real.  First thing we've gotta do is find them, then find a way out.”   
 

*******
 

On the other side of the complex, Tony, Austin and Bill were about  to experience the fun for themselves.  They'd stumbled out of the  hallway in to what looked like a theatre lobby.  There were several  posters with paintings of belly dancers and showgirls on either side of a  doorway that was covered in a thick beaded curtain.  From what they  could see inside, the room was decorated to look like a gypsy's tent.   
 

“I think we know what this room was for.”  Tony took one last drag  on his cigarette before flicking it off into the darkness.  As he  entered, the beaded curtain parted noiselessly, seeming to open almost  of its own volition.   
 

“Too bad it’s empty.”  Austin’s laugh was more nerves than bravado.   The dim room had several rows of dust covered benches in front of a  small stage.  The worn, faded paintings of dancing girls on the peeling  walls, along with the pole in the middle of the stage, made it clear  what kind of shows went on in the room.  “Well, except for the fact that  the ladies who worked here probably look like my grandma now.”   
 

“This place is kinda creepy when it’s empty like this.”  Bill  surveyed the dust covered seats and the scattered debris on the floor  nervously.  The more time they spent in the empty building the more  uncomfortable he became.  As far as he was concerned, the sooner they  left, the better.   
 

“Dude, it’s just an empty room in an empty building.  There’s  nothing to be scared of.”  Tony hopped up on stage to look behind the  raggedy curtain.  There wasn’t much of a back stage, just a few chairs  that were still covered in piles of moldy fabric and moth-eaten clothes.    
 

“Woo! Too bad I didn’t bring any singles with me.  You used to do  this when you weren’t playing baseball in the off season, right?” Austin  laughed.   
 

“Singles?  I’m worth 5’s or 10’s at least,” Tony shot back.  “I  wonder what they used to throw on stage back in the day since dollars  were worth a lot more back then.  What’d they do, pelt ‘em with  quarters?”   
 

“You guys ready to move on?”  Bill was steadily making his way back  towards the curtain.  The discomfort he’d felt when he first entered the  room had gotten considerably worse.   
 

“At least this pole looks sturdy.  I can’t tell you how many time’s  I’ve seen girls fall off these thiiiieeeee!” Tony recoiled the instant  his finger made contact with the pole.  There was a loud crack and a  bright flash when the lights in the room suddenly turned on.  It was  only after his vision started clearing that he realized he hadn’t been  electrocuted.  “Holy shit!” he panted, his heart racing.  “What the hell  was that?  Uhhh…guys?”  When his eyes finally adjusted to the sudden  spotlights he saw his friends sitting motionless next to each other on  one of the benches, their expressions glazed.  “Uhh…yo!  Bill! Austin!  What the hell?  You guys okay?”  Silence was the only response.  “Okay  dicks, this isn’t funny.”  Tony went to hop off the stage but instead  found himself reaching over and grabbing the pole again.  There were no  loud noises or bursts of light this time, just a growing sense of terror  as Tony realized his body was no longer under his control.  He walked  in a slow, confused circle around the pole, his baggy gym shorts swaying  with the suddenly seductive motion of his hips.  When he finally  stopped he was in the middle of the stage with his back turned towards  his friends.  “Guys….what the fuck’s going on?”  The growing panic in  his voice was a stark contrast to the smooth motions his body was  making.  Tony found himself jutting his solid ass out and swaying his  hips back and forth in a rhythmic motion while he slowly worked his  shirt up his torso.  He left the baggy tshirt bunched at his shoulders,  giving his friends an unobstructed view of his strong back and the perky  ass in his shorts.   
 

“Austin!  Bill!  I can’t fucking stop!”  Tony screamed over his  shoulder but neither man budged.  They just sat and watched with the  same flat expressions while he wiggled on stage.  Tony blushed a bright  shade of red as his hands slowly stroked their way down his torso  towards the bottoms of his shorts, stopping along the way to give his  ass a few seductive squeezes.  His hands gripped the bottom of his  shorts and slowly pulled them upwards, exposing his hairy, muscular  thighs inch by inch until both sides of the shorts were bunched at his  waist, the white fabric of his exposed briefs standing out sharply  against the dark shorts.  He wagged his ass again, making a show of  flexing each exposed leg as he slowly turned to face his friends.  “For  fucks sake will one of you help me!?”  He tried to give his friends a  pleading look but instead just pursed his lips and winked while drawing  attention to the bulge in front of his shorts.   
 

The helpless dancer quickly decided that having to face his friends  was much worse than having his back turned.  Part of him was glad that  they looked so out of it.  The butch little jock just hoped they  wouldn’t remember any of this.  He’d always been the roughest of the  group, trying to make up for his short stature by being the toughest and  manliest.  He played any sport that he could get his hands on, and he  played them rough to try and prove himself.  Years of this left him with  the strong, rugged body of an athlete, not the sculpted muscle of  someone who spent all their time in a gym.  And he didn’t just look the  masculine part; he acted it too.  He smoked and drank and got into  fights constantly.  His goateed face usually sported at least a bruise  or two, none of which stopped him from hooking up with a different girl  each weekend.  So to be up on a stage gyrating like one of the strippers  he was used to watching was beyond humiliating for the rugged stud.   His fingers eventually let go of the shorts and let them fall back into  place, but any relief he felt was short lived as those same fingers  traveled seductively up his body, rubbing his strong pecs and tweaking  his nipples.  All the while his hips kept up their motion like  clockwork.   
 

“Please!  Snap out of it!” Tony didn’t know if he was yelling at his  friends or himself.  Not that it made any difference.  Without warning  his hands quit running through the wiry hairs on his chest and dropped,  his thumbs hooking in the waistband of his shorts.  He tugged the front  of the shorts down slowly, flexing his strong arms while showing off the  stuffed front pouch of his briefs.  He worked his hips back and forth  for a few moments before letting the shorts snap back into place and  turning around once more.  This time he pulled the back of the shorts  down, letting them stay in place under his bubbly behind.  He wagged his  brief-covered ass back and forth a few more times before his hands  found their way to the back of the straining underwear.  His heart sank  as he felt the cool air on his suddenly exposed ass but all he could do  was go along with the ride.  He put his hands on his head, flexing his  arms while he flexed each firm cheek seductively.  Leaving his ass  exposed, he spun around again and began pumping his hips forward, the  motion causing his shorts to slide down bit by bit.  Tony could feel the  baggy fabric giving way, but he could also feel them pulling his briefs  down as well.  When the shorts finally gave up and landed in a heap at  his feet his briefs had fallen far enough to leave half of his cock  exposed.   
 

Tony wanted nothing more than to reach down and cover himself up.   Instead, when he reached down he gave the front of the briefs a quick  tug down, giving his friends an unobstructed view of his package that he  bounced back and forth a few times before letting the underwear snap  back into place.  Tony had spent a lot of time naked in locker rooms and  he was far from shy about his body, but this was a nightmare that was  steadily getting worse.  With his ass still totally exposed, Tony  suddenly hopped off the stage and sauntered over to his friends.  He  hadn’t been able to tell through the glare of the spotlights when he was  on stage, but his horror grew when he reached his friends and  discovered both had their cocks in hand and were stroking along with his  show.   
 

“Fuck!   Guys!  Snap the fuck out of it!  Come on! Wake! Up!”  Tony  turned to Bill first, the larger of the two, and while he wanted to slap  his friend awake, all he could do was watch his hands reach behind the  other man’s head as he knelt on the bench and straddled the other man’s  lap.  Bill normally dwarfed Tony, but kneeling on the bench put them at  about an even level.  Tony pressed his friends face into his hairy chest  and ground his package into his friend’s stomach.  In place of the  protests he wanted to shout, the only sound that escaped his lips were a  series of groans when he felt Bill’s tongue flit against his nipple.   His friends large hands were all over him, running hungrily up and down  his back and roughly squeezing his ass.  He tried his best to avoid  Bill’s rigid tool, but he could feel the warm cock brushing against the  side of his thigh.  After a few mortifying minutes he finally climbed  down off the larger man and turned to face his other friend.  Tony  winced internally at the sight of Austin steadily stroking his cock  while watching him debase himself with their other friend, but that was  quickly the least of his concerns.  He hopped up and stood on the bench,  grabbed Austin’s head, and roughly buried it against his crotch.   
 

“Austin…I’m…I’m sorry man…” Tony wanted to cry when he felt himself  start to harden against Austin’s gnawing mouth.  No matter how much he  fought, his cock hardened steadily until his briefs were tented out by  his throbbing organ.  When he reached his full length he hopped down,  squatting low in front of Austin to rub the other man’s cock against his  exposed cheeks.  Bile rose in Tony’s throat when he felt the damp tip  of the organ smear across his ass but his own cock showed none of the  disgust he was feeling as it continued to throb harder and harder  between his legs.  Tony turned to saunter back up to the stage, but not  before taking each of his friends’ cocks in hand and giving a few quick  strokes.  Tony felt like he was going to die inside.  He’d never touched  another man’s dick before, let alone two of his friends’.  When he made  it back on stage he reached up and let his tshirt fall back into place.   Aside from the large tent in front, the baggy garment covered him up  as it fell to well below his waist.  Tony tried to enjoy the reprieve  because he knew it wasn’t going to last.  He was proven right when he  reached up under the shirt and tore his briefs off.  He tossed the  shredded underwear to his friends while his exposed cock bounced wildly  under the shirt.  Tony wasn’t looking forward to what he knew was  coming.  He wasn’t ashamed of his endowment.  His package was at least  average sized and even looked a little big on his short frame, but that  didn’t mean he wanted to wag his hard dick and swing his balls around in  front of his friends.  Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened.   Tony grabbed the collar of his shirt, and with a quick rip he tore it  off, leaving himself naked with the exception of his socks and shoes.   
 

He wasted no time going to work on himself.  He stroked his cock and  kneaded his balls roughly, moaning and groaning loudly.  He gyrated and  bucked his hips, even going so far as to lean forward against the pole  and expose his hole to his friends.  Despite his terror and humiliation,  Tony quickly felt himself nearing climax.  No matter how close he came  though, Tony couldn’t cross the line.  He whimpered as the pressure  built and built but he couldn’t get release.  Feeling compelled by a  sudden instinct, he finally jumped off the stage and went back to his  friends.  Bill was still stroking steadily, but Tony swatted the large  man’s hand away and went to work, gasping as he felt as if his own cock  was being tugged while he stroked his friend.  It didn’t take long  before he felt the big man tense and his own cock begin to twitch  wildly.  “OOOOHHHHHH!” Tony screamed as Bill came, spraying a torrent of  cum onto his face and into his open mouth.  The disgust felt by the  naked man at the sudden taste in his mouth and warm liquid on his face  was overpowered by the relief he felt as he climaxed at the same time.   He pumped out stream after stream of cum, but before he felt total  relief it stopped, leaving his cock aching for more.  He let go of  Bill’s softening tool and pounced on Austin.  He dropped to his knees  and worked his friend’s thin rod, stroking the shaft with both rough  hands.  The lean man let out a scream of his own under the assault and  sprayed a steady stream onto Tony’s chest.  As with Bill, Tony came at  the same time, pumping load after load onto the dirty floor, leaving him  a panting heap on the ground when he was finally done.  The last  release had felt odd, and his whole body tingled from head to toe, but  Tony at least felt like he was in control of himself again.   
 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Bill’s startled cry broke the silence.  The large  man looked down at his exposed, softening cock and at his naked friend  on the ground.   
 

“Jesus Christ…” Austin gasped, also seeming to come to.  Both men  quickly stuffed themselves back into their pants and jumped up off the  bench.  “Uh…what the hell just happened?”   
 

“Tony, dude, you alright?  What the fuck did you just do?”  Bill’s voice was a mix of rage, embarrassment and concern.   
 

“What did I do?!” Tony spat, his face burning.  “What did you  assholes do?”  He refused to look up at his friends.  “I couldn’t stop  myself!  It was like my body was…and you guys just sat there…!”  Tony’s  body shook with rage.  He wanted to stand up and get dressed, but he  didn’t want to expose himself again.   
 

“Whoa…easy man…it’s okay,” Austin put a hand on Tony’s shoulder but the other man jerked away.  “Are you okay?”   
 

“Am I okay?!”  Tony laughed bitterly, wiping the cum from his face.   “No.  No, I’m not fucking okay.  After what just…after we…”  
 

“I don’t know about Austin, but I couldn’t stop it either,” Bill  said, sounding defeated.  “It’s like I was watching everything, and I  tried to stop, but my body didn’t listen.”   
 

“Same here.  I tried so hard to…” Austin trailed off, blushing at  the memory of gnawing on his friend’s underwear covered package.  “Dude,  this wasn’t anyone’s fault.  Let’s just get you dressed and get the  fuck out of here.”   
 

“O…okay,” Tony took a deep breath, trying to sound confident.  He  steeled himself to face his friends and stood.  “Does anyone know where  my shorts are…what?  What is it?”  Tony froze at the shocked looks on  his friends’ faces.   
 

“Your…your face…” Austin gasped.   
 

“What?! What about my face?!” Tony reached up and felt his face, but nothing felt any different.   
 

“Dude…you’re wearing makeup.”  Bill stammered.   
 

“Fuck you!  That’s not funny!”  Tony gave Bill a rough shove, but in  the process noticed something was off about his complexion.  He stepped  away from his friends and into the light, his heart sinking once again  as he looked down at his shimmering skin.  Underneath his dark, wiry  hairs it looked as though his tanned body had been coated from top to  bottom with glitter.  There was no hiding the twinkling flakes that  sparkled with the slightest movement, and even his cock and low hanging  balls were sparkling.  “What the fuck!”  Tony tried to scrub the glitter  off.  “Gah!” he stopped scrubbing and stared at his hands in horror,  specifically the hot pink nail polish on his fingers.  “What the fuck is  this?!”  He turned to his friends for help and winced at the sudden  flash of Bill’s camera phone.  “What the fuck are you doing!”  
 

“Look!”  Bill thrust the phone out and Tony froze at the image on  the screen.  It looked like his face had gotten into a fight with a  hooker’s makeup bag and lost.  His lips were bright candy apple red,  making them look full and puffy, while his cheeks were covered in rouge  and his eyes were buried under thick mascara.  The tips of his jet black  hair had become platinum blonde, and all of these changes were  accompanied by the same sparkling glitter.  Tony flushed bright red at  how ridiculous he looked.  His hairy, rugged build had remained  unchanged, making the glitter and makeup look even more noticeable and  out of place.  The goatee on his chin looked especially odd right under  the bright red lips and pink cheeks.  Tony scrubbed furiously at his  face, but like the glitter, none of the pigment budged.   
 

“Whoa…okay, take it easy buddy,” Austin grabbed Tony’s hand to stop  the relentless scrubbing.  “You’re gonna rub a hole in your face.  Just  get dressed and we’ll get out of here and get some help.”  Tony sulked  off to pick up his shorts in silence.  He looked down at his shredded  underwear and shirt, blushing at both the memories and the sudden  twitching in his cock, and pulled his shorts on.  “I…uhh…I don’t suppose  one of you would let me borrow your shirt?  I’m kinda wanting to cover  up.”   
 

“Here man, take mine.”  Austin didn’t hesitate to peel his shirt off and toss it to his friend.   
 

“Thanks man,” Tony said, struggling to get the tshirt over his broad  shoulders.  Austin was leaner than his stocky frame, but the tight fit  was better than nothing.  “Alright, now let’s get the fuck out of…out of  here…”  
 

“You okay?”  Austin and Bill shared a concerned glance as Tony  swayed on his feet.  They both jumped forward and took a side supporting  their friend.   
 

“Yeah, I think so.  I just felt kinda weird there for a second.”   Tony shivered in his friends’ grip.  “I think I’m good nowwwwha?!”  
 

“What?!  What’s…holy shit!”  None of the men could believe their  eyes as they watched Tony’s shorts and tshirt steadily dissolve into  nothingness.  Within a few seconds, they were back to having their naked  friend in their hands.  “Fuck!”  Bill pulled his hands away, afraid  that he would be burned by whatever dissolved the clothes.   
 

“What the fuck’s happening!” Tony yelled in a panic, his hands  grasping at his exposed skin as he suddenly found himself naked again,  save for his shoes.   
 

“This is…this is crazy.”  Austin was trying hard not to panic.  “Did that hurt?”   
 

“No, it just felt a little tingly and then…drafty.”  Tony was trying  hard to keep his eyes from drifting to Austin’s lean, exposed torso,  especially now that he was back to being naked.  There was a bright  strip of red underwear poking out the top of his friend’s jeans that  drew his eyes like a magnet.   
 

“It’s okay Bill, I don’t think whatever it is hurts people.”  Austin  motioned for Bill to stop shaking his hands.  He still had a hand on  Tony’s shoulder and he didn’t feel anything different.  He couldn’t know  that the rough skin of his calloused palm was electric to his friend.   
 

“This is bullshit!” Tony stomped a foot in frustration but  immediately regretted it as he felt his exposed package dance wildly.   
 

“You wanna let him try yours, Bill?”  Austin tugged on the large man’s tshirt.
 

“Uhh…no way dude, sorry,” Bill said sheepishly.   
 

“No…it’s okay…no sense in all of us being naked.”  Tony sighed.   “Hey, wait a second…” he reluctantly jumped back up on the stage and  went to the pile of clothes left to rot in the chair.  Most of it was  decayed and useless, but he managed to find a long, sheer scarf that  didn’t have too many holes in it.  He tied it around his waist as best  he could and tried not to think about how he was going to look.  It left  one of his legs totally exposed, as well as most of his ass, but it was  better than nothing.  It wasn’t until he got back out into the light  that he realized how see-through it was.  After seeing the surprised  looks on his friends’ faces he looked down and clearly saw his glittery  package underneath the fabric.  “Goddamnit,” he muttered.   
 

“That’s a…uh…interesting look dude.”  Austin couldn’t avert his eyes  like he wanted.  He didn’t think he was still under a spell, but Tony’s  glittery body in nothing but the sheer scarf was captivating.   
 

“At least it’s not dissolving,” Bill said, trying to be helpful.   
 

“Yeah, great.  Let’s just get the fuck out of here,” Tony hopped off  the stage and stomped past his friends.  “What are you guys looking  at?” He could feel his friends’ eyes on him the whole way to the door.   
 

“You didn’t notice?” Bill pulled out his phone again.  “Alright man,  walk by us again.”  Tony stomped past his friends to the stage and back  again.   
 

“There.  Now what?”  The video on Bill’s screen made Tony’s stomach  drop.  He wasn’t stomping past his friends with his usual lumber like he  thought.  Now, his shoulders were drawn back and his hips swayed with  each step.  Tony watched himself saunter seductively back and forth in  horror.  “Oh my god…” he gasped, blushing.   
 

“Umm…dude?”   
 

“What?” Tony looked up from the small screen and saw Bill’s beet red  face before he noticed what he was doing.  “Gah!” Without realizing it,  while watching the video Tony had drawn up against Austin, resting one  hand on his friend's toned chest while the other gripped a firm  shoulder.  Even after he saw what he was doing he still didn’t pull away  immediately.   
 

“Okay man, we should probably just get going.”  Austin gently  detached himself from a stammering Tony and the three men quickly left  the room, stumbling over each other in the dark hallway.
 

“I can’t help it…it doesn’t even feel like I’m doing it!”  Tony  tried to pay attention to his walk while they made their towards what  they hoped was the exit.  To him, it still felt like he was walking the  way he always had.  The sidelong glances from his friends told him  otherwise.  “I’m still doing it aren’t I?”   
 

“You could say that.”   
 

“What?  What now?”  Tony felt a rush of anger at Austin’s amused  expression.  “Fuck!” Tony realized he was standing with his fists balled  up on his hips and his elbows out at an exaggerated angle.  “Goddamnit!   This isn’t funny!”  Neither of his friends mentioned the way his face  took on an exaggerated pout the more frustrated he got.   
 

“I know, I’m sorry,” Austin said through nervous laughter.  He  reached out and put a hand on Tony's broad shoulder to try and calm him  down.  “I’m not laughing at you.  I’m laughing ‘cause I’m freaked out.   Whoa…okay…” the hand that Austin had on Tony’s shoulder turned into a  hug when the pouting, rugged man suddenly wrapped his arms around his  waist and buried his head against his chest.  “Really man, it’ll be  okay.”  Austin patted Tony’s back and gave Bill a startled look.  He’d  forgotten how strong his friend really was until the shorter man had his  beefy arms locked around him.  Austin had grown up running cross  country, so his build was naturally thin and lean as opposed to Tony’s  athletic bulk.  He’d taken up lifting over the past several years which  had packed his skinny frame with lean muscle, but he knew he wasn’t as  strong as Tony when it came down to it.  “You ready to keep going?” The  hug was officially becoming more awkward than it already was.  Tony’s  hands had drifted steadily lower until they were now resting at the top  of Austin’s jeans, right at the point where his lower back faded into  his tight little ass.  “Okay Tony, really man, we gotta go.  Tony?”   Austin felt his friend’s hands drift lower.  Then he felt a sudden rush  of air on the back of his legs.  “Fuck!  Bill!”  The large man bounded  over while Austin squirmed in Tony’s grip.  Bill, who was bigger than  Austin and Tony put together, separated the two easily, but not before  the damage had been done.   
 

“Jesus!” Bill watched the front of Austin’s jeans fall forward when  he pulled Tony away.  The denim had dissolved from the back all the way  to the front to where it reached the pockets and down the back to his  knees.  He held Tony out at arms length, hoping to keep his clothes  intact.   
 

“What the fuck did you do that for?!” Austin turned a shade of red  to match his underwear  when he felt his ass sticking out through  several large holes in his underwear where Tony’s fingers had been.   
 

“I didn’t mean to!” Tony finally looked like he was coming back to  his senses.  The look on his face was pure horror when he saw the  tattered remains of Austin’s pants and underwear.  “I’m so sorry Austin,  I really didn’t…”  
 

“No, I know,” Austin sighed, stepping out of the remains of his  pants.  He wasn’t shy about his body either, spending most of his time  at home in his underwear whether people were around or not, but he felt  uncomfortable when he followed Tony’s hungry gaze to the small bulge  between his lean thighs.  The backs of his firm, hairy cheeks were  exposed, but the rest of the boxer briefs were relatively intact.   “Well, this is weird,” he laughed, looking at the still fully clothed  Bill while he was left with only part of his underwear and tennis shoes.    
 

“Hey, fuck you.  These clothes are staying.”  Bill let go of Tony and took a few steps back.   
 

“No one wants to see you naked anyway dude.”  Tony tried to sound  gruff, but the tone in his voice was more suggestive than anything.  The  semi-hard cock between his legs didn’t help his case any either.   
 

“Come on.  We’re still not out of here.”  Austin ignored Tony’s  expanding cock and walked off down the hall.  He was very much aware  that Tony’s eyes were traveling across his broad shoulders and down his  strong back to the holes in his underwear the whole time.  He tried to  ignore the twitching he felt from his crotch while they walked in  silence.   
 

“Well, this room’s creepy.”  Austin shivered as the three men  stumbled out of the dark hallway onto a catwalk.  The room around them  was painted like a nursery, complete with oversized furniture.  The  once-bright murals of cartoon animals on the walls were moldy and water  stained.  Beneath them, the metal catwalk was rickety and rust covered,  creaking and groaning menacingly with each step.
 

“Why would you even put something like this in here?” Bill paused  and looked down over the edge at the large crib beneath them.  “I mean,  what’s so creepy about baby stuuuuUUHHH!” the catwalk railing suddenly  gave way, sending the large man tumbling.  The fall wasn’t far, only ten  feet at the most, but he landed in a heap on the rotting mattress.   
 

“Fuck!  Bill!  You okay?”  Tony and Austin had already made it across, but they inched towards the edge of the doorway.   
 

“Yeah, I’m fine.  This nasty mattress broke my fall.”  Bill was  already back on his feet, dusting himself off.  “Do you guys see a way  up over there?  I take back what I said about this not being  cree…creepy…whoa…” the large man swayed, his legs suddenly unsteady.   
 

“Bill?  You okay dude?”  Before Austin could get an answer they saw  it happen.  It started at Bill’s feet, his shoes and socks seemingly  melting away like Tony’s clothing had, before traveling upwards.  Bill’s  jeans vanished inch by inch, exposing his thick, powerful legs, with  his shirt following shortly after until his broad, muscular torso was  totally exposed and all that remained were the large man’s straining  boxer briefs.
 

“Get out of there!” Tony yelled, finally breaking the stunned silence.   
 

“I…I can’t!” Bill shrieked.  He fell on his back as he spoke, his  legs suddenly giving out.  “Guys!  Help!  Something’s happening!  You’ve  gotta get me outta here!  Hurrmmpphh!” Bill’s cries for help were cut  off by his thumb when he unexpectedly shoved it in his mouth.  His two  friends above could only look down in shock at the sight of the giant,  hairy man squirming on his back and sucking away at his thumb.  Bill did  his best to lift his head and look down when he felt his boxer briefs  begin to bunch and thicken, slowly transforming into a bulky, padded  diaper.  The sucking on his thumb increased pace to match his growing  horror.  He could feel something happening to his body as well.  His  skin tingled, and while he sucked helplessly on his thumb, Bill watched  all the ample hair on his body disappear.  Once his skin was totally  smooth, his natural year-round tan began to lighten until his complexion  was a pale, ruddy pink.  He looked back up to where his friends were  and felt his heart sink when he saw they were gone.  He kicked his meaty  legs wildly, finding that when he tried to move his body only responded  in broad, barely controlled motions.  After a few moments he was able  to roll around, but when he tried to stand he couldn’t make it past his  knees before landing on his padded bottom.  
 

“Bill!”  The large man could hear his friends approaching and felt a  mix of relief and dread.  He was relieved that they didn’t leave him,  but he was humiliated at the thought of being seen like this.  “Hang on  dude, we’re coming!  We had to go around and come back…down…”  Austin  burst into the room and immediately froze in his tracks.  Tony slammed  into him from behind, nearly knocking them over, but even he could only  stand in stunned silence.   
 

“Bill?”  Tony gasped at the sight of his friend.  He and Austin had  left to find a way down when Bill was still a tanned, hairy bear of a  man in his underwear, so they weren’t prepared to find a smooth, pale,  diapered giant.   
 

“Mmm!” Bill’s eyes went wide with relief at the sight of his  friends.  He tried to stand excitedly but after several failed attempts  he could only sit and stare at his friends with pleading eyes.   
 

“Shit man, hold on, we’ll get you out of there.”  Austin tried to  hide his concern over his friend’s stumbling and flailing.  He undid the  side of the crib, letting the oversized wall slide down with a loud  crash.  “Whoa!  Hold on dude,” he rushed over and stopped Bill from  tumbling over the side.  “Let’s just take it easy for a second.  Are you  okay?” he asked gently.   
 

“Mmmhhmm,” Bill nodded, mumbling around his thumb.  He tried to  scoot forward again but Austin held him back.  He wanted nothing more  than to get out of the crib.   
 

“Okay, let’s get rid of this for a second,” Austin reached up and pulled Bill’s thumb from his mouth.  “Now, how do you feel?”   
 

“I…’kay…” Bill stammered slowly.  The big man’s eyes went wide as he  spoke.  His heart started pounding and his thumb tried to go back to  his mouth, but Austin held it in place.  He’d tried to say ‘I think I’m  okay’ but he could barely get two words out.   
 

“You said you’re okay?”  Tony came over and eyed his friend with concern.  “Can you talk?”   
 

“Try…talk…no work…” Bill clenched his fist in frustration, looking like he was about to cry.   
 

“Just take it easy,” Austin said gently, squeezing one of Bill’s  now-smooth thighs.  “Can you understand what we’re asking?”  Bill  nodded.  “So you can still think okay?” Bill nodded emphatically.   “Okay…what about the rest of you?  You look like you’re having a hard  time moving.”   
 

“No...stand...fall down!” Bill wanted to explain that when he tried  to stand or use his fine motor skills that his body wouldn’t respond,  but those few words were all he could get out.  Bill looked like he was  about to cry again as it was dawning on him that he’d essentially been  reduced to a giant, muscular baby.   
 

“Jesus…” Tony muttered.  “What’s this place doing to us?”  He  stroked Bill’s side comfortingly, eliciting a loud, unexpected giggle  from the man.   
 

“Tickle!”  Bill said, looking embarrassed.   
 

“Sorry man, I should’ve thought of that.  You’re skin’s not just  smooth dude, it’s really soft.”  Tony ran his hand along one of Bill’s  smooth, solid arms.  The big man tried to ignore how good it felt with  Tony’s hand on his arm and Austin’s hand on his leg.  He was mortified  and humiliated, but something about his friends’ presence was keeping  him calm.  “Your hair’s changed too, man.”  Bill reached up and blushed  at what he felt.  Instead of a wiry buzz cut, his head was mostly bald  except for a thin, silky soft patch at the top of his scalp.
 

“You wanna try and get out of there?  Let’s take this slow…” Austin  and Tony positioned themselves on either side of Bill as the large man  scooted forward and dangled his meaty legs over the side of the crib.   He hopped off and would’ve been on the floor if not for his friends  supporting him.  “O…okay…” Austin groaned under Bill’s weight as he and  Tony tried to keep their friend upright.  The large man was trying his  hardest, and after a few minutes of stumbling was finally able to stand  mostly upright on his wobbly legs.   
 

“Good!”  Tony and Austin slowly backed away, ready to jump back in  if they had to.  Seeing him standing, the two were able to take in the  full extent of the changes to their friend.  He still had his solid  muscles and large, bulky frame, but with his new complexion and no hair,  it looked like someone had softened the edges.  Instead of looking  rough and rugged, he looked round and plump.  What once looked like a  solid muscle gut now just looked like a soft belly.  “Everything okay?”    
 

“No diaper!”  Now that he was upright, Bill could tell that  something else had been changed.  It was hard to tell since he couldn’t  remember what it felt like to wear a diaper, but something felt off  between his legs.  “No diaper!” He pawed frantically but couldn’t get  his fingers to grasp the Velcro.   
 

“You want us to take the diaper off? Okay, okay!” Austin stepped  forward before Bill’s frantic grabbing sent him sprawling to the floor.   He undid the sides and pulled the diaper free.  “Now what’s the  big…oh.”   
 

“WHA…!” Bill’s thumb shot back into his mouth as he looked down and  saw mostly empty space where his wide cock and large balls should have  been.  In their place a small, two inch nub with balls the size of  grapes poked out, looking even smaller between his giant thighs.  Not  even the lack of hair could make it seem any larger.  He reached down  and easily swallowed the tiny appendage, letting out an unintentional  groan.  Apparently it was just as sensitive as the rest of him had  become, and when he pulled his hand away it was extended to its full  three inches.  He looked at his friends in a panic before tumbling  backwards.   
 

“Shit!” Austin lunged forward in time to slow Bill’s fall but not  stop it, and both men landed in a pile on the floor.  “Okay…don’t panic”  Austin said, helping Bill up into a sitting position.  Before he could  say anything else the big man wrapped his strong arms around him and  buried his head against Austin’s bare chest.  “Hey, it’s okay big guy,  we’ll figure this out,” Austin said gently, rubbing Bill’s back like he  had with Tony.  He hoped this time that he’d retain what was left of his  clothing.  His large friend’s now-pale skin was an even brighter shade  of embarrassed pink.  This was far from normal behavior, leaving Tony  and Austin to exchange a worried glance and wonder how in control of his  actions their friend was.    
 

“Look, Bill, we can’t figure this out if we don’t get outta here.   We’ve gotta keep moving bud.”  Tony came over and stroked Bill’s  now-soft hair.  “You’ve gotta keep it together for a while.  Think you  can do that?”  Bill slowly raised his head from Austin’s chest, his eyes  red and watery.  He hated the way he was acting but he couldn’t help  himself.  His brain was still functioning like an adult, but it was  becoming obvious that his mental processes hadn’t completely escaped any  changes.  “I know how it feels to not be in control but we’ve gotta  keep…uh…big guy?”   
 

“huh?”  Bill shook his head, realizing that he’d been staring  intently at Tony’s glittery cock that was at eye level.  Even now when  he looked at the other man’s naked body he felt a mix of lust and simple  fascination with his shimmering skin.  Without thinking, he reached up  under the sheer fabric and wrapped a meaty hand around Tony’s equipment.    
 

“Whoa!  Maybe later buddy,” Tony said blushing and pulling away.   
 

“Sorry!” Bill said, his face burning.  He hadn’t even thought of  doing that, his hand had just reached for the shiny object on it’s own.   What was even more confounding to the rattled man was how much he  enjoyed having Tony’s thick tool in his hand.   
 

“It’s alright,” Tony said, blushing even harder as he was helpless  to prevent his cock from hardening.  He was finding himself just as  fascinated by Bill’s bulky, altered body as he was with Austin’s  underwear clad frame.  He’d been able to barely keep himself in check,  but seeing Bill like this, and then having the addled stud grab his  package, pushed him over the edge.  “It’s not like you guys haven’t seen  enough of this already,” he tried to laugh.  Bill smiled awkwardly,  fighting the urge to put the glittery organ in his mouth.   
 

“Ahem,” Austin cleared his throat loudly, “let’s just get you  covered up and get the hell out of here.”  Bill's thumb was back in his  mouth, the motion causing his beefy arm to flex.  The contradictory look  was jarring.  Remove the trappings and Bill was still a wall of muscle.   He still towered over the other two, and while his soft, pale skin was  a new look, it wouldn't have been a bad one in other circumstances.   "You ready to keep moving?"  Austin still had his arm around Bill's wide  shoulders and he rubbed his friend's broad back encouragingly.  Bill's  mouth started working his thumb harder, but Austin didn't put together  what was happening until the large man let out a soft grunt and a small  stream shot out of his shrunken cock.  "Oh, uh, shit, sorry man," Austin  said, pulling away with the realization that he'd just gotten his  friend off.   
 

Bill's face was crimson.  He wished he could explain what he was  experiencing.  His skin wasn't just smooth, it was super sensitive.  The  slightest touch was almost overwhelming.  Just Austin's strong hand  rubbing his back was enough to push him over that easily.  He thought  about what that meant.  He'd always had pretty good stamina in the  bedroom, but even if he could still use his diminished meat, he wouldn't  last more than a few seconds.   
 

Austin picked up the discarded diaper and went to help his friend  up, but instead of standing, Bill laid back and lifted his meaty legs  into the air.  The large man was mortified, having intended to stand,  but again his body was on autopilot.  “Heh,” Austin smiled, trying to  mask his shock, “don’t be embarrassed Bill, we know this is outta your  hands." He fastened the diaper in place and he and Tony helped the man  to his feet.  “Let's hope we can find a way out of here before you need  another one."    
 

“Wha…?”  Bill felt his stomach drop at the implication and stomped his foot in protest.   
 

“Hey, I’m not saying you’re gonna need ‘em, but with the way  everything else is going..." Austin trailed off.  He and Tony helped  Bill up and they stumbled on.  It was slow going with the large man's  uncoordinated stumbling but they soon fell into a rhythm that at least  kept them moving.  Tony and Austin tried to distract their friend with  conversation, but the lumbering giant kept a thumb wedged firmly in his  mouth.  He was trying his best.  Things were made worse as the building  seemed to expand around them and they somehow kept walking in circles.   More than once they'd leave through one door, only to find themselves  coming back into the same room from another.  All they could do was hope  they'd eventually run into an exit or their friends.   
 

*******
 

In another part of the impossible building, Chris, Justin and Mark  were equally lost.  Having just entered and exited the same room four  times, the trio was relieved to walk through a door and see a long  hallway instead.  About halfway down, the hallway narrowed into a  cylinder that was rotating slowly.  The bottom of the cylinder was  filled with what looked like rubber balls that perpetually bounced off  each other.  The gimmick must have been to make it across without  falling.   
 

Mark walked up to the edge and inspected the tunnel.  It was about  twenty feet across, but moving at the speed it was, it didn't seem like  it would present too much of a challenge.  "Want me to go first?"  His  altered friends nodded giddily as he stepped down onto a platform.  Not  long after their transformation they'd started to take on a much less  concerned attitude.  By this point, they could only be described as  flighty.  Mark took a tentative step.  “Whoa!  Fuck!” He lost his  footing when the cylinder began speeding up without warning.  He tried  his best to right himself, but the tube kept him tumbling.  The dizzy  man could feel himself hitting against the rubber balls on the floor as  he smashed into them.  The impacts didn't hurt, but they were doing a  surprising number on his clothes.  His shirt was shredded off almost  immediately, but fortunately they weren’t breaking his skin.  “Gu…guys!   Turn this thing off!”   
 

Outside the spinning cylinder, Chris and Justin could only watch  their friend tumble and fall end over end.  Within minutes he was  stripped bare.  Through their haze they both feared the worst but from  what they could see it didn’t look like he was being cut.  Which did not  mean, they discovered, that nothing was happening.  The changes were  subtle, but while they watched their friend rise and plunge amidst the  rubber balls they could see definite changes occurring.  Mark’s time in  the gym and work as a landscaper left his stocky body absolutely ripped.   Each of his bulging muscles gave him a look like he was sculpted from  stone, and like a stone in a tumbler, Chris and Justin could see those  rough edges starting to smooth and soften.  The broad shoulders that  could muscle their way through any crowd were sanded down to smooth,  round ages while his thick arms lost layer after layer of definition.   With the outer edges worn down, his protruding pecs were starting to  flatten steadily, and his tank tread abs increasingly lost definition.   His lower body wasn’t faring any better.  His huge, ripped thighs lost  any definition as they whittled down to round, shapeless poles.  Mark’s  prominent rear end looked like it was staying the same size, but instead  of being two jagged cheeks of muscle, his ass smoothed into two large,  round globes.  He eventually managed to worm his way back to the edge  and pull himself out.  
 

“Je…Jesus Christ…” he panted in a heap on the ground.   
 

“Mark!  Holy shit man, are you okay?” Chris inched forward to the  edge of the cylinder, not wanting to step inside.  He didn’t know if he  should say anything about what happened or let his friend discover it  for himself.   
 

“I think so…?” Mark looked up and shook his head, trying to rid  himself of the dizziness.  When Chris’s image stopped spinning he  struggled to push himself up.  Mark first thought that things felt off  because of the tumbling and battering he’d just experienced, and in a  way he was right.  “Wha…wha…?” he stammered, looking down at the skinny  arms that strained to hold up his weight.  “Guys…?  What…what’s going  on?”  He looked at his friends, the color draining from his face.  With a  grunt, he shoved himself up to his feet, nearly landing back in the  tube when his legs went weak from shock.  There was absolute silence as  the naked man stared down at his altered body.  The buff stud was  sculpted no longer.  Mark felt nauseous at the sight of his flat,  shapeless chest and smooth stomach.  He looked over at his once-striated  shoulders, shuddering at the small, round knobs that led to equally  skinny arms.  The meaty thighs that used to rub together now felt miles  apart, and his once-rocky calves were tiny, rounded lumps.  He reached  behind and felt his rounded new bubble, gasping as it felt like his  hands were traveling over a perfectly smooth globe.  “Can…can you…” the  dazed man reached out for Chris to hold him up when the hallway started  spinning.  Mark gasped when he felt Chris’s meaty paw completely swallow  his skinny new fingers, but that gasp turned into a scream when Mark  stepped up onto level ground with the other man.  “FUCK!” Mark screamed  into Chris’s chest.  It had been hard to tell amidst the tumbling, but  Mark had lost a considerable amount of height in addition to his lost  mass.  Where he and Chris used to stand at the same 5’11”, Mark was now  lucky if he hit an even five feet.  “No…no no no no no…this can’t be  happening…” the stunned man squirmed out of Chris’s grip.  He turned to  run but slammed into Justin.   
 

“Whoa, whoa, easy” Justin said, his eyes going wide as the top of  Mark's head came to the ridge below his huge new chest.  “Just calm down  dude,” he said, holding onto his shrunken friend.   
 

“Let me go!” Mark continued to struggle, but Justin's meaty new arms  would have been formidable even if he still had his old muscles.  It  also didn’t help that no matter where he turned he could feel his  friend’s huge body pressing against him.  “Let…let me go…” his struggles  became half hearted as he began to feel something other than panic.   
 

“Just take it easy bud.  We’ll get of here and…” Justin trailed off  when he felt something pressing against his leg.  “Wow.  Okay.  At least  that didn’t change any.”   
 

“Huh?”  Justin let go and Mark was able to look down and see his  rigid, thick cock poking against his friend’s thigh.  In his initial  panic he hadn’t even noticed that his impressive endowment remained the  same, looking absolutely massive on his short, lithe new body.  Mark had  always been the best hung of all the guys by far, with a thick, 8 inch  cock and balls that were large and heavy.  If it was impressive on his  formerly sculpted frame, it looked impossibly large on his diminutive  new body.  “This can’t be happening.  None of this is even remotely  possible,” Mark kept saying over and over.     
 

“Who're you telling?”  Chris couldn’t help but smile at the contrast  of Mark’s diminished frame against his monster package and still deep,  booming voice.  He knelt in front of his friend so he wouldn’t be  towering over him.  “We’re all freaked out man, but if Justin and I can  hold it together so can you.  We’ve gotta keep going ‘til we find the  others.”  He gave Mark’s ass an encouraging pat, his strong hand palming  one of the globes.   
 

“Okay…okay, yeah,” Mark said, finally raising his gaze to meet his  friend’s.  He’d been telling himself that he was looking at the ground,  not at Chris’s permanently hard rod, but the jolt he felt from the other  man’s hand on his ass told him otherwise.  “So did my face change  much?”   
 

“Sort of.  But it’s not bad!” Chris said quickly at the look of  panic on Mark’s face.  He did his best to describe it.  The shrunken  man's prominent cheekbones had softened while his square jaw had rounded  considerably, and his protruding nose had flattened into a round little  button.   
 

“Sort of!?”  Mark said, blushing.  “I look totally different!”   
 

“Yeah, but it’s not bad.  You look cute,” Justin said, pinching  Mark’s now-button nose.  Mark blushed even harder.  He was used to being  handsome, and masculine, but not “cute.”  “Let’s just get the hell out  of here.”  He turned and walked away from the mirror, his steps  tentative and wobbly on his shortened legs and dainty feet.   “Whoa…that’s gonna take some getting used to.”  His cock had softened  while Chris was describing his new face, and now the long hose and  low-hanging balls dangled halfway down his thighs.  The swaying was  causing it to twitch and bounce.    
 

“Tell me about it.”  Chris jutted out and wagged the club between his legs.   
 

“Oh no, you both have huge hard dicks,” Justin spat sarcastically.  “At least they still work.”   
 

“If it makes you feel better, you can have mine any time you want.”  Chris was starting to revert back to his flaky attitude.   
 

"Keep it together, guys," Mark said sternly.  "We still need to get  out of here."  The cylinder had stopped spinning entirely.  As much as  he didn't want to go near it, Mark held onto Chris and stuck a foot in.   When they were confident that the cylinder wouldn't start up again they  hurried across and through the door at the other end.   
 

********
 

Austin didn't know that he was the only one left untouched, but his  anxiety was high nonetheless.  They'd been trudging at their glacial  pace for what seemed like an eternity.   
 

"I think Bill needs another breather," Tony said, his deep rumble  breaking the silence.  He'd felt himself becoming oddly protective of  the giant man.  He wondered if he was developing a maternal instinct to  go with his other new feminine traits.
 

"Okay," Austin sighed, trying not to let his frustration show as Bill flopped to the ground.   
 

"Sorry," the big man said, blushing.  His bulging muscles were covered in sweat from the strain of simply walking.   
 

Austin immediately felt like a jerk.  "No, no, you're fine big guy,"  he said, tousling Bill's silky hair.  "I'm going to stick my head  through those doors up there and see where they go."   
 

"Don't go far!  The last thing we need is to get separated."  Tony  plopped down next to Bill and let the big man put an arm around him.   
 

"I'm not, I'm just taking a looooohh!"  Austin slipped and fell  through the door, feeling invisible hands push him forward.  He heard  Tony and Bill yell as the door slammed shut behind him.  He squinted  when lights suddenly flicked on and he found himself in a small, round  room with mirrors on all sides.  He turned back to where the door should  have been but only found another mirror.  He could still hear Tony and  Bill yelling.  "Guys!  See if you can get the door open!" He yelled back  as the walls started spinning.  The rotation was slow at first, but  soon he was in a disorienting blur of rapid reflections spinning around  him.  Each one of the funhouse mirrors cast a distorted reflection.  He  knew where this was headed and told himself he wouldn't look, but even  as the thought formed, the spinning stopped and he was face-to-face with  a twisted reflection.  He couldn't look away.  He couldn't shut his  eyes.  He could only gasp when he felt his body start to change.   Austin’s shoulders pushed outwards to accommodate the added mass to his  back and chest as his hairy pecs inflated and rounded, while his nipples  tripled in size and stuck out with large, permanently hard nubs.   Traveling down, his toned stomach exploded outwards to a ridiculous  degree until his profile looked like he had one of those balance balls  from the gym strapped to his torso.  The remains of his boxer briefs  shredded off and his thin rod began to widen accordingly, thickening  until it was nearly inflexible and stood out perpendicular to his body  while his balls puffed to match.  Mass piled upon mass on his arms and  legs until the lean appendages were thick and round.  Austin’s sharp,  angular face lost its hard edges as his cheeks puffed and rounded while  his neck was swallowed by the extra mass of his back and shoulders.  He  couldn’t see it, but Austin could feel his body rewiring itself so that  his giant gut and huge new nipples were just as sensitive as his cock.   Just the draft brushing over them was enough to send a shiver through  him.  
 

“Wha…what the hell?”  he said when he could finally move, his  nasally voice sounding out of place coming from his bulky new body.   “N...no!  No!” he couldn’t believe what he saw.  Instead of the flat,  lean torso he was expecting he saw his inflated new shape.  His pecs and  guts had expanded outwards so far they totally obscured the view of his  cock and feet when he looked down.  “Oh fuck…” he lumbered in a circle,  coming face to face with his new reflection on all sides.  He  immediately noticed the added roundness to his face, but he was more  concerned with his chest.  It looked like someone had cut a basketball  in half and attached them where his modest pecs used to be, leading up  to his widened shoulders and the massive sausages that used to be his  toned biceps and forearms.  Though they lacked definition, Austin was  grateful to find that they were at least solid muscle.  He reached his  stubby new fingers up and tweaked each of his nipples, groaning loudly.   He knew that no shirt on earth could conceal the large, solid nubs that  stood at attention, but more importantly, he also wondered if he could  find a shirt to fit over his new stomach.  He gave the gut a few  tentative pokes, finding it to be solid like his arms instead of the  flab he feared.  He was also relieved to find that his sides hadn’t  pushed out much, with most of the new growth being focused forward in a  way that seemed to defy gravity.  He turned to the side and paled at his  disproportioned profile when he realized just how far out his gut  extended.  What was worse, the added mass gave an arch to his spine that  caused his ass, which he also noticed had ballooned outwards, to stick  out noticeably.  The giant round globes merged with huge, tree trunk  thighs that fought with each other for whatever space they could get  above chubby looking, yet firm, calves and feet that were now nearly as  wide as they were long.  He’d tried to avoid looking at his dick, but  with the help of the mirror he finally saw his altered member.  His dick  hadn’t grown any longer, but it was impossibly wide and his balls had  doubled in size as well.  His cock had become so thick that it looked  like a coke can, standing straight out from his body even when soft.   Austin reached down and wrapped a hand around it, but he wasn’t able to  close his fist completely.  He felt his cock twitch while he held it,  but it took a moment before he realized the bolts of pleasure weren’t  coming from the hand around his cock, but the arm that was brushing  against his gut.  Forcing himself not to panic, he started pushing  against the mirrors until one finally gave and opened.  It took a few  lumbering steps before Austin’s gait settled into something resembling a  pregnant waddle as he hurried out of the room.  “That…that wasn’t the  way out.”  
 

“Austin?"  Tony's eyes practically bugged out of his skull.  "Are you...I mean...is everything okay?”  
 

“Does it look like it!?”  Witnessing his friend's changes had been  one thing, but this was worse than Austin could have imagined.  His  running days were clearly over.    
 

“F…fat?” Bill managed, his thumb dropping from his mouth.   
 

“No, it’s all firm,” Austin said, his new round face turning bright  red, “there’s just a lot of it.”  And there was.  His arms hung out at  an angle, rubbing against his torso the entire way.  When he turned his  head he could feel the extra roundness of his face pressing against  itself.  There was no escaping it.   
 

“Holy shit man.  This is…I mean…wow.”  Tony stepped forward and  placed a hand on Austin’s new gut, causing his inflated friend to groan  loudly.  He could see his friend's thick pole twitching. “Goddamn!  Is  that…?”
 

“Yeah,” Austin gasped, pulling Tony’s hand away, “these too.”  He gestured to his huge nipples.   
 

“Dude, that was intense.”  Tony shook his head, trying to clear away the lust.  “And that was just a little touch.”  
 

“I know.  It’s super sensitive.  It’s even more sensitive than my  cooooaaaahhh!” Austin went rigid when Tony unexpectedly went at his new  gut with both hands.  He was so overcome by what he was experiencing  that he could only stand there and let the other man go at it.   
 

“This is…uhh…incr…uhhhhhh….incredible,” Tony groaned.  "I'm feeling  this...like...you are..." he panted.  He’d figured out by now that he  felt whatever the other person felt, and neither he nor his friend had  ever felt anything even close to the pleasure they were experiencing.   
 

“Tony…Tony!” Austin panted, finally pushing the other man away.   “You’ve gotta stop man.  This hurts…I can’t…” Austin’s expression was  pained.  The entire time Tony was working his gut he could feel the  pressure building like he had to cum, but the pressure just kept  building and building while his stubby cock ran like a faucet.   
 

“Can’t…can’t stop here,” Tony practically growled, throwing himself  at Austin.  He wrapped his arms around his friend as best he could, his  hands forming a death grip on Austin’s meaty behind.   
 

“UUUUUUHHHHH!” Austin grunted, both from the sensation of Tony’s  body rubbing against his gut and his friend’s hands on his ass.  Tony's  tongue was eagerly going over Austin's new large nubs on his bloated  pecs.  They were both whimpering and oozing but neither was going over.   They took a break to catch their breath and both men realized what they  had to do.  “No!  Tony…no!  Not that!”  Austin’s protests were futile.  His agile friend was already behind him, still rendering him immobile by  the assault on his stomach.  He tried to brace himself, but there was  no preparing for the sudden presence of Tony’s cock inside him.   
 

“GGGGAAAAAHHH!” Both men screamed.  Neither could speak, only grunt  and moan while Tony pumped away.  Austin didn’t know what was more  shocking, the changes to his body or the fact that he was being fucked  by his friend, but both were proving to be more pleasurable than  anything he’d ever experienced.  It only took a few minutes before  Tony’s steady pounding pushed Austin over the edge.  His scream echoed  around the room when he finally came, a fire hose of fluid gushing from  his wide cock.  Tony unleashed an equal amount inside his friend before  pulling his dripping rod out and stumbling away from the other man.   
 

“Oh shit…” Tony panted, horrified.  “Austin…I’m so sorry man.  I  didn’t mean to…I mean I couldn’t stop from…” He looked down at his  glittery body in confused horror.  "When I felt what you were feeling it  was like a reflex.  Holy shit.  I feel like I just got fucked too."     
 

“We have to get out of here," Austin said as he struggled to compose himself.  "Soon."   
 

"Do you need a minute?"  Tony had helped Bill up to his unsteady feet.   
 

"No, let's just keep going."  It was the only thing Austin could do  to keep from going crazy.  He and Tony helped Bill back up, who couldn't  stop staring at Austin.  The now-burly man still wasn't as tall, but  Austin had become even beefier than Bill.   
 

They took one of the other doors, expecting another series of endless hallways.  What they saw instead was the entrance.   
 

"Fuck!" Tony yelled.  "This is where we came in!"  The sky was just  starting to light up with the hint of sunrise.  It had only taken a few  hours for their lives to turn upside down.   
 

"Where...friends..." Bill mumbled as they raced for the opening.   
 

"Goddamnit...okay," Austin paused in the entryway.  "We still need to find the guys.  Tony, you take Bill and I'll..."  
 

"Dude, no way.  You're not going back in there.  If they were in our  shoes, they'd want us to go get help, not get lost all over again."
 

"Which is why you two are going for help and I'm..." Austin trailed  off.  He'd turned back around, but the door they'd come through was  gone.  They all were, with the exception of one at the far end.  Before  Austin could say anything else, it burst open.  "Jesus!"  He jumped as  two huge muscle men and a tiny twink of a man spilled out.   
 

"Gah!"  Chris was equally startled to see a naked Tony wearing  makeup, Bill in a diaper, and a burly beast of a naked man waiting for  them.   
 

The group could only stare at each other in silence.  There were a  million questions they wanted to ask each other, but shock and a desire  to escape won out.  Without saying anything the six bolted through the  entrance and into the overgrown fairgrounds.  It hit them as soon as  they crossed the threshold.  They all collapsed, feeling like they were  being turned inside out.   
 

A solitary figure stepped out of the shadows and stood over the  group.  "I warned you not to go in there," the groundskeeper said  patronizingly, shaking his head.  "But you all insisted."   
 

"What...what's happening..." Tony spat through gritted teeth.   
 

"The world, or more specifically your places in it, are being  rewritten."  The man circled the group casually.  "Don't worry, it  shouldn't take much longer.  Such a shame, though.  Another hour and  you'd have walked out without a scratch.  That's how it works.  You stay  the night, you have some fun, you leave at sun-up the same as when you  went in.  You try and leave early and, well, you take most of it with  you."  The groundskeeper gave a loud, shrill laugh and disappeared  inside the funhouse.   
 

******
 

The intervening weeks were an adjustment for the group.  Their  places in the world had changed.  They'd barely made it home that  morning to lives they didn't recognize.  They were still friends, only  now they lived together.  That friendship was the only thing that  remained the same.  The groundskeeper had been telling the truth about  taking most of the changes with them.  The bulk of the physical changes  stayed in place, but some of the others were more metaphorical in  nature.   
 

Chris and Justin were stuck in their ditzy, gym bunny bodies.  They  were practically joined at the hip, never straying far from each other  and never putting much on.  Chris was no longer a graphic designer and  Justin was no longer in college.  They "worked" at a meathead gym and  sold themselves to make ends meet.  They at least lost their plastic  shine, but the massive muscles and huge packages stayed.  Chris's wasn't  permanently solid, though it didn't take much more than a gentle breeze  to get him there.  Justin's, on the other hand, was permanently soft.   Not that he cared.  Neither of them cared about much of anything  anymore.  They had times when they felt like they were forgetting  something important.  Justin in particular would sometimes have a  feeling that this was all wrong, that he shouldn't have a floppy,  useless giant, but then the pleasure he got from his eager ass would  push everything else away.  And with his new body always on display  wherever he went, there were plenty of men willing to help him stay  distracted.   
 

Mark usually made sure that Justin didn't go without.  The shrunken  man loved topping the hulking stud, feeling like that was the closest he  could get to his old body.  Unlike the other two he remembered  everything.  He tried working out, but his little new body wouldn't  grow.  He no longer worked as a landscaper.  Even if he wanted to his  tiny frame would make that difficult.  Now he worked as a barback in one  of the more popular gay bars.  Word quickly spread about the tiny man's  impressive endowment and he soon became a hot commodity, especially  among buff guys who liked to bottom.  He hated admitting it, but even  Mark was coming to enjoy his new perspective.  The size differences,  both in height and in dick sizes, was more of a turn on than he'd  imagined.  He loved being manhandled by someone with an adonis body like  he used to have, only to later have that stud begging him for more at  the end of his larger dick.   
 

Bill had recovered slightly from the night, but the changes were  significant.  He still had the same soft, sensitive skin and altered  features, including the tiny dick, but he'd at least recovered a portion  of his coordination.  Not nearly all of it, but enough so that now he  was just very clumsy as opposed to totally dependent.  He was still  mentally coherent, and while he could understand everything perfectly  clear, he still had a slight speech impediment when it came to finding  and using the right words.  He didn't have a problem keeping his mouth  shut now.  The rest of his personality also remained altered.  The  former bullheaded man was now a meek teddy bear, and when his anxiety  spiked, which was often since he remembered his life from before, his  thumb still shot to his mouth.  He didn't need diapers, but he still  didn't wear much.  With his sensitive skin he wasn't a big fan of  clothes so, not unlike a child, he spent a lot of his time running  around the house with nothing on.  He hated his tiny little cock, but  the other guys didn't seem to mind.  Needless to say he didn't get out  much.
 

Tony didn't leave the house much either.  The cocky jock was still  embarrassed by his exaggerated mannerisms, and while clothing no longer  melted off, it didn't need to.  Tony couldn't bring himself to put much  on, and when he did, the more feminine the better.  Lace, sheer, tight;  these were what he looked for in clothing now.  Gone were the baggy gym  shorts.  If he put shorts on now, they were small terry cloth ones that  left his thick cock snaking off to the side.  He also no longer  dissolved other people's clothes, but he still had the ability to make  them disappear.  Something about him caused men to want to do what he  said.  He could be in the same room as the straightest, most homophobic  man alive and still have that man naked and hard in five minutes.  Which  was convenient because he still needed others to get off.  No matter  how hard he worked himself, he could only cum when he got someone else  off.  The irony wasn't lost on him.  The man that used to cycle through  women without caring in the least whether or not they were satisfied now  had to satisfy others first.  If he wanted to get off on a blowjob, he  had to give one.  If he wanted to get off on fucking, he was fucked at  the same time.  His go-to in a pinch was always Bill.  The big guy was  usually primed and ready, and if he was in a hurry it never took more  than a few minutes.  Just wrapping his lips around the big guy could  make him spray.  Tony also didn't play sports anymore.  He didn't get  into fights at the bar.  Now his physical activity at the bar was  relegated to the stage by dancing at the same club where Mark worked.   It actually became a joke for people to bring their straight male  friends on amateur night because Tony would have them naked on stage in a  matter of minutes, whether they'd intended to or not.  He would glitter  himself up and sway around the floor and men would be eating out of his  hand.   
 

The hardest hit was Austin.  The young man who'd been so put  together was having a hard time getting used to "burly and stout."  He  couldn't do any of the things he used to.  Running, rock climbing,  softball; all of them were out.  All he could do now was lift and eat.   For someone who used to be so meticulous about their diet, constantly  shoving food into their massive new belly was a shift.  And there was no  hiding it.  The baggiest clothing clung to him like a second skin.  His  gut always stood out, as did his hard new nipples, and the sensation of  the shirt rubbing on his sensitive skin was too much.  This left him  going shirtless much of the time, with just a pair of large sweats on  his lower half being tented out by his thick, soda-can cock.  He'd been  just as meticulous about his appearance as his diet.  Tailored clothes,  expensive underwear.  Now he constantly felt sloppy and dirty.  The  stream of men coming and going didn't help.  Like Mark, he was drawn to  guys that looked the way he used to, and they seemed to be drawn to  them.  He hated the way he squealed when they played with his gut while  fucking his meaty new cheeks, or when he buried his round face in their  crotch.  Since his days of working in an office were over he resorted to  a handful of regulars who paid him for particularly debasing acts.   They were corporate men like he used to be.  Fit.  Handsome.  Cruel.  He  hated himself for it, but he loved how they treated him.   
 

On a particularly desperate night they'd driven back out to where  the funhouse had been.  They thought they could beg their way back into  their old lives.  They even brought money to try and bribe the  Groundskeeper.  There was nothing there when they arrived.  The rusting  fairgrounds were gone as though they'd never been.  When they were  pulling away Bill thought he saw something.  A flash, like a mirage, of  the funhouse and the groundskeeper watching them drive away.  He tried  to tell the others but couldn't get the words fast enough.  By the time  he did, he couldn't remember what was so important.