The Bottle (Patreon)

Sean eyed the bottle from across the room.  For the past hour he'd been  having a harder and harder time looking away.  "Goddamn thing is  starting to creep me out," he muttered under his breath, feeling  ridiculous for being afraid of a purple piece of glass.  He could only  imagine what the guys would think if they could see him; big, burly  Sean, afraid of a bottle.  A pink one, no less.  His crew had just about  finished clearing out the basement of the house they were demoing when  he'd spotted it.  It was roughly column-shaped, with a strange looking  trio of figures standing back to back holding up a spherical top.  There  was a short neck coming out of the sphere with an amethyst stopper.  It  was empty as far as he could tell.  He was surprised something so  fragile looking survived the demo and had pulled it from the rubble to  give to Sarah for her birthday, but he was starting to regret it.  The  androgynous, cherubic looking beings holding up the sphere had a gleeful  look on their faces that seemed completely out of place.   
 

Hell, he thought, Sarah will love this.  She was in to weird, creepy  stuff.  Especially in the bedroom, which is where Sean hoped this would  lead.  Just the thought of their last night together caused Sean's  thick cock to twitch.  This wasn't an uncommon occurrence; Sarah's naked  body was usually on his mind.  Where this differed was the intensity.  A  few minutes later and his boxer briefs were painfully tented.  He  didn't think anything of it; he pulled the underwear free and peeled out  of his tanktop before dropping onto his bed.  It creaked under Sean's  weight as the stocky man squirmed while he stroked.  All of the  sensations were magnified.  He was acutely aware of how his long, thick  cock felt in his meaty paw, and how his hefty balls squished in the palm  of his other hand.  He eventually let go of his cock altogether and ran  his hands up his beefy torso, his fingers dragging through the dark,  wiry hairs.  He grabbed at his chest and flexed his bulging biceps,  panting while his fingers ran through the short, raven hair on his head.   His deep voice moaned while his solid, hairy thighs lifted his hips up  off the bed before dropping his round cheeks into the mattress over and  over.  His soft lips were a stark contrast to the ever present stubble  on his lantern jaw as he sucked and bit on his shoulder.  He was lost in  a haze of lust.  Sean didn't give a thought to his downstairs neighbors  or the thought of his roommate coming home as his powerful frame bucked  and writhed on the bed.  Let them hear him.  What did he care?  His  six-foot frame was covered in solid muscle; not the sculpted kind you  got from going to the gym, but the bulky kind you got from doing manual  labor for 8 hours every day.  He felt like masculinity personified.  He  was strong.  He was aggressive.  He was dominant.  At work, with his  friends, with Sarah - he was the alpha.  His fingers clutched at the  sheets as a powerful orgasm rocked his body and stream after stream  sprayed out like a geyser.   
 

"Je...jesus...." he panted when it was done, his naked body dripping  with sweat and cum.  He hadn't quite managed to catch his breath when  he heard a soft thump.  Looking over, Sean saw the amethyst stopper had  come out of the bottle and landed on the floor.  Before he could even  wonder at the cause, the world went pink.   
 

Sean wanted to scream.  One second he was laying on his bed; the  next he was falling through a lavender colored void.  He could have been  falling for hours or seconds.  He had no sense of time or space until,  without warning, he found himself standing on a crystaline island in the  sea of purple haze.  It looked like a giant piece of amethyst, but Sean  was more concerned with the fact that he wasn't alone.  In front of him  stood the three beings from the bottle.  Even they looked like they  were made from glass.  Their roughly human size, they were four-feet at  most, made their alien nature all the more apparent.  They still had the  same frozen, gleeful expression, only now Sean could see how blank  their eyes were.  Even though he towered over them, Sean felt small and  vulnerable in their presence.  Their voices started buzzing, a mix of  white noise static and the sound of tinkling glass.   
 

"He opened the bottle."
 

"No protection!"
 

"So hungry."
 

"So hungry."
 

"So hungry."   
 

"Freedom."
 

"Slaves no more."
 

"He is the door."
 

"Has much to take.  Much to feed."
 

With this last statement the trio started advancing.  Sean wanted to  run but his body wouldn't move.  He was rooted in place as one by one  they threw themselves at him and seemed to melt into him.  It wasn't  painful; he just felt tingly, like pins and needles but all over while  his skin broke out in goosebumps.  It was hard to tell in the hazy,  tinted light, but Sean could see that he was starting to give off a  faint pink glow.  It grew and grew until he suddenly rocketed back up  the way he came.   
 

"Aaaahhh!"  Sean jolted on the bed in a panic.  He looked around his  room, wide eyed with panic.  Something was wrong.  He knew it wasn't  just a dream.  He felt like he was going to be sick but couldn't lift  himself from the bed.  He only managed one attempt before his mouth was  forced open and a bolt of pink light shot out.  "Guuuhhh!" Sean grunted,  his back lifting off the bed with the force of the exit.   "What...what's happening..." his eyes went wide again at what he heard.   Instead of his deep bellow, the voice that came out was high and light.   "Fuck....oh god!" he squeaked.  "What the fuck happened to my voice?!"   He reached up and grabbed his throat.  "This....this can't be real!   This is all just a dream!"  As he said the words, the room around him  started to spin.  It felt like things were crawling under his skin as he  passed out.   
 

Sean's dream-self was flying behind the strange, pink being he'd  spat out.  They were moving at incredible speed, the cities and  landscape below them passing in a blur.  Sean had no idea where they  were going or what was happening.  He could only watch as the being  slammed into a bar and he found himself staring, disembodied, at two  strangers.
 

*****
 

Brandon and Tony had the place scoped the minute they walked in.   The guy at the hotel hadn’t been wrong when he’d sent them to this part  of town.  It was club city with girls in all states of intoxication.   They were here for a conference, the two of them were always traveling  for work, but this is what they really enjoyed.  In each town they’d try  and hook up with as many girls as possible.  Between the two of them  they usually had no trouble.  Tony was all Mediterranean.  Tall and  broad with olive skin and jet black hair, his bulky, muscular frame  strained against his business clothes.  He was handsome, with perfectly  styled hair, dark features and manicured stubble, but it was his large,  buff frame that usually attracted the attention.  Brandon occupied a  spot on the other end of the spectrum.  At 5’9” he was several inches  shorter than his dark-featured friend, but it worked.  He had a lean,  defined build that was clearly visible against his slim-fitting clothes,  especially his perky behind.  If a girl wasn’t into Tony’s handsome,  brooding features, Brandon’s cute, boyish face usually did the trick.   His trim brown hair was gelled into a stylish part and his cheeks were  smooth, showing off his high cheekbones and bright blue eyes.  They’d  eyed several bars before deciding on this one as it had the best  male-to-female ratio.  They each headed for a different spot at the bar  when it happened.   
 

Tony had just pulled up a stool when a wave of dizziness hit him.   The world went pink, then black for a second before his vision cleared  again.  He shook his head in a daze and looked over at Brandon, who was  doing the same thing.  He sat on the stool while his head cleared.   
 

“Hard time choosing?”  
 

Tony looked over and saw a young man take the seat next to him.  The  guy was dressed in a blue polo that showed off his developed pecs and  tight grey slacks that did the same with his lower half.  His tan,  handsome face was offset by a charming smile and short blonde hair.   Tony guessed him to be in his mid-to-late twenties, putting him at least  five years younger than himself.  Usually Tony was immediately annoyed  by potential competition, but that’s not at all what he felt now.  “It’s  my first time here, actually.  A lot to choose from.”  Instead of  looking at the large wall of beers, Tony found himself making and  holding eye contact with the younger man.   
 

“A first timer!  You chose well.  This place is great.  You from out of town?”   
 

“Here for a sales conference.”  Tony nodded towards Brandon, “we’re  staying at the hotel down the street.”  Tony was starting to feel like  he was watching himself from a distance.  There was a part of him that  knew this was odd behavior, but he was helpless to do anything to stop  it.   
 

“Well let me get you a drink,” the young blonde smiled.  “I’m Alex.”   
 

Tony smiled and swallowed the offered hand in his bulky grip.   “Tony.  Nice to meet you.”  He was incredibly confused.  Why was he even  talking to this guy?  Why was he letting this guy talk to him the way  he was?  Tony railed against himself while Alex explained each of the  different beers to him.  Tony knew all of this already but let the  younger man condescendingly go on while he just nodded and played along.    
 

Alex flashed a bright smile.  “How about I pick the first one for  you?”  The young blonde flagged down the bartender and ordered their  beers while a flustered Tony just sat and stared at Alex’s trim waist  and broad shoulders from behind.  When he handed one off to Tony their  hands touched longer than they needed to.   
 

“So what do you do?”  Tony asked, sipping the beer and leaning in  close.  He knew something was very wrong.  He couldn’t look away while  Alex went on about himself and his rise through the ranks at his ad  agency.  He smiled and nodded encouragingly, his hand drifting closer  and closer to the other man’s.  They kept flirting back and forth  through the next drink, and by the third, Alex’s hand had drifted down  to Tony’s thick thigh.  Instead of pulling away or pushing it off, Tony  let it linger.  He started to wonder if they'd picked a gay bar by  mistake, but even as he thought it, Tony couldn’t help but notice how  turned on he was.  Alex’s hand on his thigh sent a foreign thrill  shooting through him.  Tony had never been in this situation before but  something about it felt very familiar.   
 

“Looks like your friend and my buddy Steve are hitting it off.”   
 

Tony followed Alex’s nod towards the other side of the bar and saw  Brandon in a similar situation.  The shorter man was smiling broadly and  leaning into another guy.  Like Alex, the guy looked to be in his  mid-twenties and was dressed in a form-fitting button down and tight  jeans that showed off an athletic build.  That’s when it hit him.  Tony  suddenly realized they were on the receiving end of the game they  usually played.  These guys were picking them up.   
 

Steve and Brandon saw them looking and made their way over.  Tony  locked eyes with Brandon while introductions were being made, hoping  that his friend would somehow clue him in, but Brandon seemed as caught  up as he was.   
 

“So do you gentlemen want to keep this evening going back in our  room?”  Brandon leaned against Tony as he asked, slipping an arm around  the older man's waist.  Alex and Steve exchanged a triumphant grin and  quickly agreed.  Tony started to wonder if he was dreaming, if any of  this was really happening. He watched Alex and Steve pay for their  drinks in a daze before heading back to the hotel.  They barely made it  through the door before Tony found himself in Alex’s arms, with the  blonde’s lips pressed against his.   
 

"Fuck!  What?!"  Tony screamed internally even as he responded with  equal passion.  His hands were all over Alex’s tight body while his own  bulky frame seemed to be on autopilot.  Alex had Tony's tie off and his  shirt unbuttoned quickly and the burly man let out a moan as the young  blonde's tongue began exploring his meaty chest.  He wasn’t usually into  nipple stuff, but Alex’s hands were electric as they massaged the slabs  of muscle.  He let Alex work his shirt free and tossed it onto the  floor.  Instead of the usual rush he felt at baring his powerful torso,  Tony felt more exposed than usual.  Something about the situation had  him feeling out of control and insecure.  Alex picked up on this and  grinned as he peeled out of his polo, exposing a set of six-pack abs and  sculpted pecs.  The sight made Tony’s stomach flutter, but he was  starting to feel like something else was wrong.  He was too dazed to put  his finger on what it was before another moan caught his attention.   
 

He looked over and saw Brandon and Steve in a similar situation,  only the waist of Brandon's pants was open.  Tony could see a lacy blue  patch that looked entirely out of place underneath.  Steve caught Tony  looking and broke off with Brandon.   
 

"So do you guys ever mess around with each other," he asked, giving Alex a wink.   
 

"That depends on what you consider messing around," Brandon said  before Tony could respond.  He walked over and wrapped a lean arm around  the older man's waist.  Tony was surprised when he did the same.  He'd  never been this intimate with Brandon, but it felt totally normal.  The  lean man's firm abs against his fingers were anything but foreign.   
 

"How about you make out for us?"  Alex and Steve sat on the edge of  the bed, grinning from ear to ear.  Tony was panicking.  He and Brandon  had been in this situation plenty of times, only they were the ones  sitting on the bed and there were girls in the room.   
 

"How about this - we will if you will," Tony said, not believing that the words had just left his mouth.   
 

Steve and Alex grinned at each other and shrugged.  "Okay," Alex said.  "You two first."   
 

They didn't hesitate.  Tony had barely processed what was happening  when he found Brandon's tight body pressed against him and their lips  connecting.  It wasn't the same electric rush he'd felt with Alex, but  it still turned Tony on knowing that the two were watching.  He'd almost  forgotten about Brandon's strange underwear until Steve spoke.   
 

"Why don't you help each other out of those pants," Steve said, more of a command than a request.   
 

"You know the rules," Brandon said, his face still pressed against Tony's.
 

"Yeah, yeah, we know," Alex laughed, an impatient look on his face.   
 

Still making out, Tony reached down and undid Brandon's pants the  rest of the way while he felt the smaller man's deft fingers doing the  same.  He felt a rush of air hit him where it shouldn't when his pants  dropped and stepped back.  Tony wanted to scream.  He looked at his  friend's fit, lean frame in nothing but a pair of blue, lace panties.   He'd seen Brandon naked before, which is how he knew that the other man  should have a long, thick cock between his legs.  Instead he saw a  smooth, feminine bump.  It finally registered why he felt so weird.   Looking down past his own hairy, muscular gut he saw a similar pair of  black lace underwear and the absence of his squat, stout rod.  Instead  of going into shock or passing out as he expected, he casually turned  towards the guys on the bed.  "Your turn," he said calmly, all the while  screaming internally.   
 

"A deal's a deal, fellas," Brandon echoed, crossing his toned arms expectantly.   
 

"Okay, okay," Steve laughed, blushing as he and Alex stood.  Tony  and Brandon took their places on the edge of the bed.  Tony couldn't  tell if Brandon was experiencing the same terror and confusion.  When  they looked at each other he thought he caught a flash of the same  shock, but it didn't last.  Like himself, the other man didn't show  anything other than calm as he leaned back on his elbows and thrust his  flattened crotch forward.   
 

Alex and Steve began kissing awkwardly and pawing at each other.  It  was clear they were more uncomfortable than the altered two had been,  but they followed through.  Alex's sculpted arms flexed as he wrapped  them around Steve, whose large hands were resting on Alex's solid  behind.   
 

Tony was just as turned on as if it had been the usual women they  were watching.  The two sculpted young studs going at each other caused a  growing heat between his legs that felt totally alien and completely  normal at the same time.  When the two blushing men had stripped each  other down to a matching set of equally-stuffed trunks, Tony's mouth was  watering.   He stared at the outline of Alex's wide cock snaking off to  the side.  He knew he should be similarly endowed, but looking at it,  he didn't want his own hose back; he wanted Alex's.  Specifically, he  wanted it in his mouth.  With the two still making out, he lunged  forward onto his knees and tugged Alex's trunks down.  He had the  hardening organ in his mouth before his actions even registered.   
 

Tony heard Alex gasp and the other two say something, but he was  laser focused on the sensation of his face buried between the young  man's sturdy legs.  He couldn't get over how natural it felt.  His face  impaled on a stranger's dick should have been a nightmare, not a turn  on.  He felt Brandon brush against him as the other man took up a  similar position next to him.  Once again, they'd been in this situation  before, only they should have been the ones standing while whichever  random girls they found should be on their knees blowing them.  Tony  knew how this situation was going to end.  It played out in his mind  while his head bobbed back and forth. Instead of dreading it, he craved  it.   
 

He stood and pulled Alex onto the bed with him, loving the weight of  the buff young man on top of him.  He let out a series of moans while  Alex's mouth worked down his neck, chest and stomach before the other  man pulled his underwear free.  Even finally coming face-to-face with a  hungry pussy where his solid cock should have been did nothing to lessen  his hunger for the other man.  Everything about what was happening felt  wrong and wonderful at the same time.  He was beyond caring about what  should be happening when he felt the other man’s sizeable cock slide  inside.  All he wanted was for Alex to keep going.  He squirmed and  grunted while Alex hammered away, his meaty paws digging into the other  man’s lean back.  The sensation of actually having someone else inside  him was overwhelming.   
 

In a daze he looked over at the other bed.  Steve was on his back  with Brandon on top, lowering himself onto the eager pole like a pro.   Once inside, Tony watched his lean young friend start pumping and  rocking his hips back and forth as if he'd done this hundreds of times.     
 

Their lust only fed his own.  He rolled over and straddled Alex,  writhing his bulky frame on top of the other man, who only panted and  groaned louder.  Tony flexed his huge arms behind his head as he rocked  his hips and shook the bed, working Alex further inside his new opening.   Somehow he knew exactly how to work both himself and the other man.   He wiggled and writhed while the younger man's hands bit into his hairy  thighs.  The look of pure ecstasy on his face only made Tony work harder  until Alex sat up, driving himself in deep and working his mouth over  Tony's pecs.   
 

"UUnnnnhh...." Tony moaned as they wrapped around each other and  kissed.  His beefy arms easily swallowed the lean young man but he was  the one who felt small in the embrace.  The dual sensations of Alex's  tongue in his mouth and thick pole between his legs was overwhelming.   When they broke it off he let Alex push him back down on the bed and  work his long, solid cock rhythmically in and out.  Tony whimpered.   He'd enjoyed being on top, but he suddenly craved Alex's strong body  above his.  "Fuck me," Tony pleaded.  "Harder.  Harder!"  The blonde man  on top grinned and started hammering away.  The pounding felt so good  Tony saw stars.  The part of his brain screaming at him that this was  all wrong grew dimmer and dimmer until he couldn't hear it anymore.  It  felt like he was falling.     
 

“Hey man, you’re gonna make us late.”  Tony jolted awake, unsure why  he felt so panicked.  Brandon calling to him from the bathroom had  woken him up, but that wasn't uncommon on their trips.  He groaned and  shifted his bulky legs over the edge of the bed and stood, scratching  his hairy belly.  He still couldn’t figure out why he felt so tense.   
 

“About time,” Brandon’s reflection smiled at him from the mirror.   Tony froze without knowing why.  Everything seemed perfectly normal.   His young friend stood at the bathroom counter fixing his hair, his lean  body naked except for a pair of small, lacy panties.  Tony looked down  at his own naked body, his pussy aching from the night before.  “Some  night, eh?  Those guys were…whhhheeeeew,” Brandon whistled and smiled  with a satisfied look.   
 

Memories of the night before came flooding back, sending waves of  both pleasure and horror through him.  He wanted to shake Brandon and  make him realize this was all wrong.  He wanted desperately to find  someone that could help them, or at least tell them what was going on,  but he didn't know why.  Everything seemed as it should, but he was  terrified of something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.   Fortunately the moment passed quickly.  “Same thing tonight?” he asked,  stepping in to the shower.   
 

**********
"AAAaaahh!"  Sean gasped out a squeak, suddenly back in his bedroom.   His hand was still at his throat while his mind raced with what he'd  just seen.  He was at a bar, then he was watching a group of guys have  sex, only two of the guys were missing something important, and then he  was back in his room.  "Was it just a..." he trailed off at the sound of  his high, light new voice.  "No...no...what is..." Sean was wracked  with another spasm.  He felt another burst coming.  He tried to fight  against it, to hold it in, but it was futile.  Another column of pink  light shot out of his mouth, pulling him up off the mattress.  Sean  collapsed back against the bed, suddenly paralyzed.  Tears of pure  terror filled his eyes as he felt the neck beneath his hand start to  feel smaller and smaller.  The rest of his body exploded in pain as he  felt parts of himself shift and readjust.  He couldn't tell if the  sheets were moving or if his body was sliding against them on its own.   The neck in his hands wasn't feeling so small anymore, but he didn't  like what that implied.  He barely managed to lift his head before his  consciousness was once again pulled out of the room.   
 

*****
 

“Goddamnit!” Ted fumed as he picked up Bryan’s dirty dishes.  He was  always cleaning up after his roommate.  The arrangement had worked out  at first; Ted needed someone to move in when his ex-girlfriend moved  out, and Bryan needed a place to stay.  They knew each other through  mutual friends but didn’t have much in common between them.  At 34, Ted  was a few years older than the 26 year old Bryan and they had very  different lifestyles.  Ted worked as a manager in a local insurance  office while Bryan worked as a personal trainer.  Ted figured he did it  mostly for the free gym membership since Bryan was there all the time  anyway.  They were roughly the same height, a few inches above six feet,  but that’s where the physical similarities ended.  Ted wasn't much for  working out, but kept up with his cardio, leaving him with a tight, lean  frame.  Bryan, on the other end of things, was huge.  The young man  could, and did, compete in body building competitions.  He was covered  in sculpted, bulging muscle from his short blonde hair down to his  large, rocky calves.  Ted knew how ripped his roommate was because Bryan  usually only ever had on a pair of gym shorts, and when he did wear a  shirt, it usually had the sides cut out.  Ted wasn’t bothered by his  roommates appearance, though he never could see the appeal of a body  like that.  All that muscle seemed like too much effort, and Ted saw how  much work it required to keep up since he was always cleaning up.  When  he wasn't working out, Bryan ate like a horse but then never did  anything to clean up after himself.  As a result, Ted was always  cleaning up the kitchen or cleaning up the rest of the apartment.  After  working in the office all day the last thing he wanted to do was come  home and pick up after his meat-head roommate.  He’d yelled at him like  always, but Bryan just laughed it off.  He'd bring it up again later,  but for now he dropped on the couch with a sigh, just in time for the  world to dissolve in a wave of vibrant pink.   
 

“Wha…” Ted groaned, struggling to open his eyes.  He was disoriented  by the bright light streaming in to the apartment.  It was after dinner  when he’d sat down, but he couldn’t imagine that he’d slept on the  couch all night.  He blinked the sleep from his eyes as best he could  and pushed himself upright.  He yawned and looked around again before he  felt it.  Or, more specifically, what he didn’t feel.  He was sitting  upright against the back of the couch, but his feet weren’t touching the  ground.   
 

"Wha…what?  That’s not…" he stammered to himself.  He was looking  down at a pair of thickly muscled, hairy thighs that pressed firmly  together.  His heart started pounding.  "This has to be a dream," he  said.  "I fell asleep on the couch, that’s all."  He followed the  shortened legs up to a pair of small, bright orange briefs.  Ted was a  strict boxers guy and had never owned anything even remotely similar,  but he was more interested in the outline of a thick, long cock  underneath.  He’d always had a smallish, thin rod that he wasn't overly  proud of, but now it looked like there was a log pressed between his  meaty thighs.  He reached for the waistband but froze at the sight of  his stubby fingers and thick forearms.  His lean arms had exploded  outwards into a pair of bulging, muscular logs that were just as hairy  as his thighs.  He saw that he had on a loose tanktop that left most of  his suddenly huge, furry pecs exposed.  Ted had always been relatively  smooth, so the new carpet of hair was almost as jarring as the muscle.   In a daze he hopped up off the couch.  Instead of feeling foreign or  unsteady, the walk to the bathroom felt totally normal.  The way his  thick legs rolled against each other, the way his arms hung at an angle,  the way everything in the apartment seemed bigger and taller than it  should; all of it felt routine.   
 

"Fuck!" Ted screamed when he finally saw his reflection.  Instead of  his lean, smooth body, he found himself looking at a stocky, hairy  little bulldog of a person.  It was worse than he thought sitting on the  couch.  He looked like someone took one of Bryan’s gym friends and  squished them down.  He was almost as wide as he was tall, with every  inch of his short frame bulging with muscle.  The small underwear  struggled to contain his ass that had gone from a perky bubble to what  looked like a pair of soccer balls attached to his lower back.  And  everywhere was the prominent covering of hair.  He could see traces of  himself in the face that sat on top of a shortened, thickened neck, but  his jaw was more square and his cheekbones more prominent.  "Am  I...younger?"  Ted couldn’t tell with the other changes.  His brain felt  like it was moving through molasses.   
 

“Come on man, you’re gonna be late.”   
 

Ted turned as a frustrated looking Bryan stuck his head in the  bathroom door.  His roommate looked more or less the exact same, except  for his clothes.  Instead of the usual gym attire, Bryan was wearing a  button down shirt and dress slacks like he was the one that just came  from an office.  Based on how the clothes were plastered to his muscular  frame the other man didn't appear to have been changed at all.   "I...I..." Ted panicked when, instead of being the same height, he found  himself staring at the bottom of Bryan’s chest.   
 

“You okay Teddy Bear?”  Ted watched Bryan’s expression lose all frustration as he looked down at him.   
 

“Yeah,” Ted said, realizing for the first time his voice wasn't as deep, “I just feel funny.”   
 

“Like you’re getting sick?”  Bryan reached over and put a hand on Ted’s forehead.  “You don’t feel like you’ve got a fever.”   
 

“No, just out of it…”  
 

“That’s ‘cause you just woke up,” Bryan laughed, tousling Ted’s  hair.  “Now come on, we've gotta go if we want to work out before you  start your shift.”  Ted obediently followed the other man down the hall,  wondering if more than his appearance had changed.  He looked around  what should have been his bedroom and noticed that it had both of their  things in it, and a much larger bed.  It didn't make sense, but he  couldn’t seem to get his brain to wake up.  He was trying to process  everything and Bryan seemed like he was moving at light speed.  All he  could do was pull on the tight shorts that the other man tossed him and  catch the gym bag that followed.  He saw the familiar logo of Bryan's  gym on the bag and realized somehow he was the one who worked there now.   He blindly followed Bryan out the door and into the other man’s car,  his heart racing.  Bryan was talking about his day at the office, but  Ted was having a hard time keeping up.  He pulled his wallet out of the  gym bag and stared at the ID.  He noticed that it wasn’t a driver’s  license, just a state ID.  His name was the same, but the age was off.   He should have been born in 1981, not 1993.  It took the better part of  the drive for him to do the math and figure out that he was only 22.   
 

"But that’s not…I went to college!  I have a degree!  How can I…" he  thought to himself.  He struggled hard to remember where he went to  school, or the name of his boss, but none of that was there.  All he had  in his head were memories of playing sports he never played in a high  school he never went to.  Instead of excelling in his classes he only  passed because of his athletics.  It dawned on him with growing horror  that the hazy feeling in his brain wasn’t going to go away.  There were  other memories as well.  Ted felt his enlarged cock twitch when he  thought about Bryan.  He’d never had a gay thought in his previous life,  but he had plenty of them in his new one.  They’d met at the gym and  hit it off right away. Ted couldn’t believe the smart, handsome older  man was interested in him, but he was.  In this new world, it was Bryan  who took care of Ted and Ted did his best to take care of him in return.   His cock twitched again when he thought about HOW he took care of  Bryan.  His hand drifted over to the other man’s solid thigh while they  drove.  Bryan just smiled over at him and kept talking as he parked the  car.   
 

“Tim said he’ll drive you home after you guys are done tonight,”  Bryan said as he leaned over and gave Ted a quick peck before they got  out of the car.   
 

Ted had never been to Bryan’s gym before, but suddenly he knew  everything about it.  “Hi Tim,” he waved to the hulking man behind the  counter, somehow knowing his name.
 

“Teddy!” The man said cheerfully, reaching over and giving him a high five.   
 

The two went back into the locker room and Ted stashed his bag while  Bryan changed.  It took all of his self control while he watched his  buff friend strip down to a pair of bright blue briefs before putting on  his familiar gym clothes.  His mind raced with memories of what it felt  like to pull those off after a sweaty workout.  "Alright, let's go,"  Bryan said eagerly.   
 

Ted was on autopilot when they hit the floor.  He grunted and  sweated his way through exercises he'd never even thought about doing  before.  He squatted and pressed and curled and pulled until he was  soaked in sweat and his entire body felt swollen.  Multiple guys, who he  somehow knew, came and went during the workout, talking to him like  they'd just seen him the day before.  He quickly found that he was by  far the shortest of all of them and had to look up at everyone, but  instead of being terrifying, the sensation of being surrounded by tall,  strong men sent a rush through Ted.   
 

His surprise continued when they went back into the locker room at  the end of their workout.  Without giving it a second thought, Ted found  himself stripping naked and sauntering casually over to the showers.   When he'd gone to the gym before he'd never been one to do more than  change there, and that was rare.  "What am I doing?!"  He tried to stop  himself.  The part of him that remembered his old life was mortified at  the thought of standing totally exposed in his short, wide, hairy little  body.  But his current self didn't mind at all as he watched Bryan do  the same.   
 

The shower was the first chance he had to truly explore his new  shape.  He ran his stubby fingers over the bulging, furry muscle.  Every  inch of him was rock solid.  The old Ted felt himself losing his grip  as he soaped up the huge equipment between his meaty legs.  His stubby  fingers felt small against the thick hose and meaty balls that twitched  at the slightest touch.  The thought of Bryan's naked body in the stall  next to him didn't help.  He kept himself in check just barely, his new  body aching for release.  He cranked off the shower and stepped out  before it was too late to stop himself.   Again, Ted could only watch as  he walked casually across the tile, his furry body dripping while he  pulled a towel from the rack.  Instead of retreating behind the curtain,  Ted stood in front of the mirror, and everyone else, and toweled  himself off.  "This can't be me...this can't be me..." Ted tried to tell  himself over and over that the reflection wasn't his.  He ran the towel  over his bulging, meaty pecs and down his bumpy abs, his huge arms  flexing with the slightest movement.  When he was dry he flung the towel  over his shoulder, instead of around his waist, and continued to  inspect his reflection.   
 

"Lookin' good Teddy Bear."  Ted felt a hand slap one of his huge,  solid new cheeks and turned to find himself staring at the middle of a  sculpted, ebony torso.   
 

"Hey Jay," he smiled broadly, looking up at the giant in front of  him.  The man was even more sculpted than Bryan, and a good deal taller.   Ted couldn't remember the last time he felt so small as he watched the  huge man get dressed.  He had hazy memories of Bryan bringing Jay to  their apartment before, but he'd never actually spoken to him.  Now it  was like they were best friends.  
 

"You working tonight?"  Jay pulled on a  tshirt and turned to say hi to Bryan as he stepped out of the shower.   
 

"Yep.  Just about to start."  The trio walked back to the lockers  and Ted still didn't put anything on while Bryan and Jay talked.  They  both worked in finance and Ted quickly realized he couldn't understand  any of what they were talking about.  He just stood and watched the two  of them feeling more turned on than he could remember.   
 

"Alright, I'll see you at home in a bit."  Bryan reached over and  gave Ted's damp hair a tousle.  It wasn't until Bryan and Jay walked out  that Ted finally got dressed.   
 

For the next five hours, Ted cleaned and did odd jobs around the  gym.  He helped spot guys when they needed it, washed towels, mopped the  showers, and wiped down equipment.  It all felt terrifyingly routine.   After a few hours Ted even stopped noticing how he was shorter than even  most of the female clients.  At least everyone seemed to like him.   They talked to him like he was a child in most cases, but instead of  being infuriating, Ted felt perfectly content.  He especially enjoyed  his locker room duties and getting to see all shapes and sizes of guys.   It was with no small amount of pride that he saw, while he was shorter  than everyone, he was more endowed than nine out of ten guys back there.    
 

"Why do I even care about…this is a nightmare… " The old Ted was  barely hanging on.  He knew this was all wrong, he just couldn't do  anything about it.  The shift flew by and soon Ted was in Tim's car on  the way home.  Ted was horrified to realize in this new life he'd never  even been behind the wheel.  He knew he couldn't pay attention long  enough.  None of that horror showed while he and Tim cheerfully talked  sports on the way back.  Ted had never cared about them before, but like  everything else that night, he was very interested in them now.  He  waved goodbye to Tim and let himself in, kicking his shoes off and  immediately peeling off his shirt.  Even just a handful of hours in  shorts and a tanktop was more than he preferred.   
 

"Hey bear," Bryan called from the other room.  "There's dinner in the fridge if you're hungry."   
 

Ted walked in to find Bryan's large frame spread out on the couch  watching TV.  He only had on a loose muscle shirt and a pair of tiny  green briefs.  "We got food at work," he said, squeezing onto the couch  in front of Bryan.  The deep sofa just barely held the both of them.   Ted couldn't believe how good Bryan's solid body felt against him, or  how it felt when the other man's beefy arm draped across him.  "What're  we watching?"   
 

"Not something you'd be into."  Ted saw it was subtitled and sighed.  "See?" Bryan laughed.  "I can finish it later."   
 

"No, it's okay, we can keep watching."  Ted usually loved subtitled  movies, but after a few minutes he couldn't keep up with the reading.   Instead he drifted, focusing on the feel of Bryan's bare, muscular legs  tangled with his.  He was starting to forget why he felt so upset.  He  shifted his weight on the couch and pushed his ass back against the  bulge at the other man's crotch.  Bryan's fingers idly ran through the  wiry hairs on his chest, leaving Ted both incredibly horny and perfectly  content.   
 

"See?  That wasn't so bad."   
 

"Huh?"  Ted realized the movie was over.  "Oh, uh, yeah…"
 

"You just spaced out, didn't you?"   
 

"…yep," Ted said sheepishly, wishing he was as smart as the other  man.  He felt a twinge of something close to panic at that thought, but  it was pushed away when Bryan's hand drifted south and into his shorts.    
 

"That's okay," Bryan said, his lips brushing Ted's neck, "I'm just glad I got to watch it with you."   
 

Ted felt his stomach flutter at the taller man's words, at the same  time that he felt his huge new cock quickly harden.  He moaned when  Bryan fished it free and looked down past his hairy new muscle gut at  the huge, thick monster poking out of his shorts.  Ted wasn't sure if it  was his new body or his new age, but he'd forgotten that it was  possible for sex to feel this intense.  He squirmed while Bryan stroked  his throbbing rod until he couldn't take it anymore.  He rolled off the  couch and stripped off his clothes before climbing on top of Bryan.   Their lips locked and they kissed roughly while Bryan squirmed the loose  muscle shirt up his ripped torso.  Ted broke off the kiss long enough  for Bryan to pull it off.  When he leaned back in he ran his tongue down  the other man's strong jaw and down his neck.  He worked slowly, moving  his lips over every bulging muscle.  Bryan had his hands folded behind  his head and just the sight of the other man's bare, bulging chest and  huge, flexing arms almost pushed Ted over the edge.  Ted couldn't  believe how much different the huge cock felt between his legs as it  rested on the other man.  It had to be nearly 8 inches in length and now  that it was hard he could barely wrap a hand around it.  When he  reached Bryan's tented briefs he teased the other man, gnawing at the  rigid cock through the cotton and letting his lips work over the other  man's much smoother legs.  The old Ted was in shock when he finally  grabbed Bryan's briefs and tugged them down, quickly swallowing the  other man's oozing cock.  Ted had always been jealous of Bryan's larger  endowment, but now it seemed barely average by comparison.  Like  everything else that day, even though Ted had never even considered  putting another man's dick in his mouth, he somehow knew exactly what to  do.  And based on Bryan's panting moans, he was doing it well.   
 

"Ohhh....goddamn Teddy," Bryan panted, pulling his slobbery cock away.  "I don't know how you're so good at that."   
 

"Same goes for you," Ted purred, falling back on the couch.  Bryan  crawled up and straddled him, smashing their bodies together while their  tongues battled in each others' mouths.  When Bryan broke it off, Ted  was eager for what was coming.  Bryan squeezed his hairy  thighs and  lifted them into the air.  He licked and sucked on each one roughly  while he gave Ted's monster cock a few strokes.   
 

"You ready?"  He put Ted's thighs on his shoulders and the other man  could feel the solid cock probing between his meaty cheeks.   
 

The last screams of his former self faded when he let out a loud  moan as Bryan pushed his way in.  That was the final straw for the old  Ted.  The formerly lean, 30 something accountant was reduced to a vague  memory who could only watch his new life unfold.  The current Ted felt  like he should be feeling something other than tidal waves of lust but  he quickly forgot.  He couldn't take his eyes off the tall Adonis above  him.  He watched Bryan's broad shoulders and chest flex with each  pleasurable thrust.  His short arms weren't long enough to grab onto  Bryan so he clutched the couch instead and squirmed.  His huge cock  bounced and slapped against his hairy abs.  The irony wouldn't have been  lost on Ted's former self.  He suddenly had a huge cock that he had no  desire to use.  The new Ted lacked that insight.  All he cared about  were Bryan's hands clutching his hairy chest while the other man  increased his pace.  He was vaguely aware of the warm liquid streaming  all over his torso when his world exploded in a blinding flash of  pleasure like he'd never felt before.   
 

********
 

Sean was upright in bed, staring down at a foreign body.  His beefy  build was gone.  In a panic he hopped off the bed, stumbling as his new  legs hit the floor.  He looked down at a flat, smooth chest that had  almost no definition.  Below that he had a soft, supple belly that stood  out from the new arch to his back.  He staggered over to his full  length mirror and felt sick at the sight.  His shoulders had pulled  inwards to a pair of soft, round curves that led to equally shapeless  arms.  His tiny new fingers pinched his soft sides at his hips that  seemed to have widened to accommodate the round, jiggling orbs of flesh  his ass had become.  Despite their softness and propensity to jiggle at  the slightest movement, they somehow defied gravity.  His thighs were no  better, having melted into a matching set of round, supple legs.  He  wasn't sure what was worse; what happened to his face or what happened  between his legs.  The long, thick cock and meaty balls were now barely  visible nubs between his jiggling thighs.  When he looked down, he  couldn't even see it over the arch of his new belly.  As far as his  face, his features had softened to the point where he was almost pretty.   His lips were fuller and pouting above a softened chin and ruddy  cheeks that were now as smooth as the rest of him.  He couldn't tell how  much, but it was clear that he'd also lost a significant amount of  height.
 

"Oh god...oh god...oh god..." he fell to his knees, his head  swimming with images of the shrunken, hairy man from his dream.  He knew  in his soft new gut that these weren't just dreams.  These were people  that were being changed like he was.  He stumbled back upright to try  and call for help but only made it a step before the last bolt of light  shot out of him.  He didn't even register himself hitting the floor.
 

*******
 

"This the place?"  Justin looked over at his partner Dylan as they  pulled into the long driveway.  This was a ritzy neighborhood, so he  wasn't too concerned about going on a call out here.   
 

"Looks like," Dylan grunted.  The older man had been on the force  ten years longer and didn't say much.  Not that Dylan was old.  At 32 he  was still considered young by most of the guys on the force, but he had  8 years on the younger Justin.  He'd been reluctant to take the young  man on as a partner since Justin had only been on the force less than a  year.  But the rookie was slowly winning him over.  Justin was  enthusiastic, eager to please, and willing to do the paperwork he didn't  want to.  This was a routine domestic call  so Dylan was willing to let  Justin take point.  
 

Justin pulled the car up in front of a huge house and mentally went  over his checklist for a domestic situation.  He was about to open the  door when the world faded out into a wall of pink fire.   
 

"Kid...you still with me?"   
 

Justin started behind the wheel.  Dylan was giving him a confused look.  "Yeah, sorry, just spaced out for a second there."   
 

"You good for this?"   
 

Justin took a deep breath and shook his head to clear it.  "I'm  good.  Let's do this."  He climbed out of the car and surveyed the  expansive property, noticing a row of cars.  He could have sworn when  they pulled in there was only one other car.  Now he was looking at  several.  Dylan didn't seem bothered so he didn't give it a second  thought.  He climbed up the stairs and listened before knocking.  He  could hear people talking inside.  No one appeared to be yelling or in  distress.  He knocked and listened to the voices fade away inside.   
 

"Oh good, you're here!"  A middle aged man opened the door and  ushered them inside.  Justin scanned the large house but nothing seemed  out of place.  There were no signs of a struggle or that any kind of  fight had taken place.  Again, he looked at Dylan for his partner's  reaction, but the other man had the same flat expression he always did.   They followed the man into the other room where Justin saw seven other  men.  They were all about the same age and none appeared to be in any  danger.   
 

"We got a call about a domestic disturbance at this address," Justin  finally said.  "Who was it that made the call?"  He wasn't sure why the  other men started smiling when they pushed a blushing man forward.   "Was it you?"  Justin stepped in close when the man nodded.  "What's  going on?  This isn't protocol.  Is Dylan playing a joke on... "  Justin's internal questioning was cut off when loud dance music started  playing.  He turned to tell whoever turned it on to cut it off but  instead just winked and started gyrating his hips.  Justin was slowly  pumping his hips and pressing his crotch into the man in front of him  while his hands began undoing the top buttons of his shirt.  Justin was  screaming at himself as his fingers undid button after button until the  top half of his smooth, tanned chest was exposed.  He looked over at  Dylan for help but his relief was short-lived.  The other man wasn't  coming over to help at all.  Instead Dylan positioned himself behind the  other man and began doing the same.  Justin was in shock watching his  rugged partner pumping his crotch into the other man while his thick,  muscular arms reached out on either side and boxed him in.  Justin  wondered if they were drugged, or if he'd passed out, as he reached down  and placed the other man's hands on the next button that was still  fastened and let him take over.  He raised his own meaty arms behind his  head and flexed his pecs and abs while the man untucked and finished  unbuttoning the shirt.  He slid it off slowly when it was open, flexing  his large biceps and turning to show his defined back.  Justin had  always been athletic, having been an avid soccer player his entire life.   Once he joined the force he coupled that with a steady regimen of  lifting which left him with a lean, sculpted body.  Add in his handsome  face, tanned complexion and perfectly styled raven hair and Justin knew  he looked good.  He used it to his advantage when he needed to, but he  never imagined himself in this position.   
 

Once the man got a good look and ran his hands over Justin's  washboard stomach the confused young cop spun him around to face Dylan.   Now it was Justin's turn to gyrate against the man's back while his  partner began undressing.  As shocked as he was at his own behavior,  seeing his rugged partner behave the same way was even more surprising.   Where Justin was lean and defined, Dylan was broad and bulky. He was a  bulldog of a man, with buzzed hair, a square jaw, a thick neck, and  muscle piled on muscle.  Even though he was shorter than most of the  guys on the force, Dylan's powerful frame commanded respect.  So to see  that frame squirming and flexing as it was stripped naked was more than  Justin could process.  Bit by bit Dylan's slab of pecs and bowling ball  shoulders were exposed.  His curvy muscle gut bowed and twisted while  his arms inflated to the size of the man's head when he flexed them.   Equally surprising to Justin was the way he felt when he looked at  Dylan's now-bare torso.  They'd seen each other in various states of  undress plenty of times in the station locker room and he'd never felt  like this towards him, or any other guy. Dylan turned and let the man  grab his beefy chest while he pressed his ass back into the other man's  crotch and squirmed.  The cheers from the other men in the room made it  even worse for Justin.  He'd almost forgot that they were doing this in  front of an audience.   
 

Justin didn't know why the man's dazed, lustful expression filled  him with such satisfaction when Dylan spun him back around.  That  satisfaction only grew when Dylan grabbed the man's arms and cuffed them  behind his back.  "So here are the rules," Justin said firmly.  "If you  want to take off the rest you can't use your hands."  The man's face  turned an even deeper shade of red as the room exploded into cheers.   The man's expression was uncertain, but the lust never left his eyes.   "Alright, you can use your hands for a minute, but they stay cuffed."   Justin turned him around and flexed his arms behind his head again as  the man's hands fumbled blindly at his waist.  He didn't make it easy.   He kept moving to the music while the man grabbed at his crotch.  Justin  purposely let the man grab his package several times before the man  finally grabbed the belt.  "10 more seconds," Justin said, counting down  from there.  The man undid the belt and popped the top button just as  he reached zero.  "Not bad, not bad," Justin said condescendingly.  "But  if you want the rest you've gotta figure something else out.  Unless,"  Justin said after the man hesitated, "you don't want anymore?"   
 

The crowd booed and urged the man on.  Despite his near catatonic  shock internally, Justin's body was on autopilot.  Like he'd done this  hundreds of times.  He just kept flexing and squirming as the man  dropped to his knees and buried his face in his crotch.  He pumped his  hips, pressing his package into the man's face as his mouth fumbled with  the zipper.  "Now he's getting it," he clapped his bronze hands when  the man finally pulled the zipper down.  "Let's see..." he stepped back  and bounced and twerked, but the tight pants only dropped slightly.   Justin had no idea what he was wearing when he looked down and saw the  bright shock of red fabric but it was clear they weren't his usual boxer  briefs.  "Hmm...not quite there..." he stepped forward again and let  the man pull one side down, then the other until the pants were at his  knees and the tiny underwear was exposed.  Justin saw he had on a small,  bright red thong.  The stuffed pouch barely contained his sizable  package as he bounced it in front of and against the kneeling man's  face.  Justin resumed bouncing and shaking his now exposed cheeks.  His  powerful legs and large, perky ass jiggled wildly to the delight of  everyone in the room.  "Okay...okay...that was a good effort, but I  think we should show you how it's done.  Should we?"  Justin grinned as  the room erupted in applause.  He turned to Dylan, who'd been flexing  and making approving or disapproving gestures while the man had been  fumbling, and dropped to his knees.  Mentally, he screamed at himself  again as he buried his face against his partner's crotch.  The wiry  hairs on Dylan's solid gut were pressed against his forehead as his deft  mouth undid the belt.  His head followed the other man's pumping  motions naturally while he undid the button with his dexterous tongue.   Dylan's rough hands gripped the back of his scalp while he smoothly  pumped his hips like he was fucking Justin's face.  None of that slowed  Justin down, who had the zipper undone and the pants partially pulled  down in moments.  Unlike the thong he had on, Dylan had on a bright  purple jockstrap.  From his vantage point, Justin could clearly make out  the outline of his partner's thick, stubby cock underneath.  From  behind, the jock only served to accentuate Dylan's already-massive,  solid globes.  Justin felt his cock twitch at the sight of Dylan's  powerful body dancing around in nothing but the bright jock.  As  confused as he was, it felt perfectly natural.   
 

He got back on his feet and they danced around the kneeling, cuffed  man.  Justin felt like he should be disgusted as they ground and  teabagged and twerked in front of him, but all he felt was turned on.   That feeling was increased when they stood on either side of him, their  crotches pressed against his head, and began roughly making out with  each other.  The cheers from the room only heightened his arousal and  when he stepped back his thong was starting to tent.  "Do we stop here?"  The cries of "no!" drowned out the music.  "That's up to your friend  here," Justin shrugged to the rest of the men.  The crowd urged the man  on again and he inched forward on his knees.  There was no hesitation  this time as he gripped Justin's thong in his teeth and pulled.   Justin's long, solid rod shot free against the man's face.  The man  wasted no time turning to Dylan and repeating the process, exposing the  older man's stout, rigid pole.  The room cheered again as the two  writhed and danced their underwear the rest of the way down before  kicking it free.  They finally stopped and helped the kneeling man back  to his feet.   
 

"You know," this time Dylan addressed the group.  "I'm not sure if  Bill here is having a good time.  Should we see if Bill's having a good  time?"  The man blushed and shook his head pleadingly toward the group,  who only clapped and cheered.  "Sorry man, you heard 'em."  Without  warning Justin came up from behind and had the man's pants around his  ankles.  The man's briefs were tented with a growing damp spot, much to  the room's enjoyment.  The man's eyes went wide when Justin started to  tug down the underwear but the young man just laughed and snapped them  back into place.  This was as far as they'd go with a customer.  But not  with each other.  Leaving the man with his pants around his ankles,  Dylan and Justin turned their attention to each other.  Justin somehow  knew they weren't just dancers.  They'd been paid for the full thing,  which is what they were going to get.  They couldn't engage in any  direct sexual acts with the customers, but they could with each other.   It's what they were being paid a lot of money to do.   
 

Justin broke off the kiss and slid around behind Dylan.  He wrapped  one hand around his partner's thick rod and roughly kneaded a meaty pec  with the other.  Dylan moaned loudly while Justin stroked him in full  view of the room.  The expressions were starting to glaze as the men  watched.  It wasn't uncommon for their customers to jerk off or jerk  each other off while they watched.  Again, it's what Justin and Dylan  were hired for, so they couldn't complain.  It just meant they were  doing a good job.  Internally Justin still screamed at himself.  A part  of him was terrified and humiliated and nearing the breaking point as he  tried to contemplate his impossible actions.  That didn't stop him from  gasping in an exaggerated manner when Dylan spun, dropped to his knees,  and swallowed as much of his long cock as he could.  Justin couldn't  believe that he was gripping his gruff partner's head and pumping his  cock into the other man's mouth, let alone doing it in front of a group.   But even his panicked inner voice couldn't deny how good Dylan's  actions felt.  The men's hungry looks made him feel sexy and powerful.   He'd never been close to an exhibitionist but he knew he looked good,  and he was happy to drink up the lustful gazes.  When Dylan finally  pulled his mouth away from his oozing cock he let the room get a good  look at it's above-average length before burying it again in Dylan's  waiting hole.  This was their big finish.  Dylan was down on all fours  grunting and moaning while Justin plowed in and out.  They were  positioned inches in front of the bound guest of honor who squirmed in  his cuffs. As foreign as this should have been, something about it all  felt familiar.  Justin and Dylan fell into rhythm quickly, clearly  having done this before.  They were a well oiled machine, cumming nearly  in unison.  There was a pause after, the silence only broken by the  sound of heavy breathing before the room broke out into applause.   Justin grinned broadly as he helped Dylan to his feet.  "Happy  birthday," he said, slapping the cuffed man's ass before unlocking the  shackles.  The man's face was beet red.   
 

"Tha...thanks," he said awkwardly.  "I've never...uh...done anything like this before."   
 

"You can thank your friends here.  We made a recording of the whole  thing that we'll send over as soon as it's processed."  The men harassed  their friend while Justin and Dylan cleaned up their mats and got  dressed.  After exchanging goodbyes and being handed a wad of cash, they  headed out.   
 

"Not a bad group," Dylan said once they were on the road.  "Glad we got someone willing to play along."   
 

"Yeah, they seemed like a good bunch of guys.  You workin' tonight?"   
 

"Nah, I'm off.  I'm supposed to take Sarah out to dinner."   
 

Unlike himself, Justin's partner wasn't actually gay. This was just a  job to him.  A part of Justin recoiled at the thought of describing  himself as gay, but he continued.   "I'm on for the Jungle party.  If  it's like last time we should pull in a decent crowd."  Justin made a  series of turns, somehow knowing where they were going even though he  had no idea, until they pulled up outside what looked like an old  warehouse and went inside.  The building had multiple bars, a dance  floor, stage, and several raised podiums scattered throughout.  The club  was mostly empty except for an older man behind the bar.   
 

"How'd it go, officers?"  He called out as they came in.   
 

"Great!" Justin said, leaning against the bar.  "No issues at all."   
 

"Good.  Tip well?"   
 

Justin knew Chuck wasn't asking out of greed, but genuine interest.   He wanted his workers to be well compensated.  "$250 each.  Not bad."   
 

"Sure I can't talk you into staying tonight?"  
 

Dylan shrugged.  "Sorry Chuck.  I promised Sarah."   
 

The older man just laughed.  "Can't upset the old ball and chain.  I get it."   
 

They left Chuck behind the bar and went up to the second floor.   They walked through a large, open gym into a locker room.  They stripped  naked and threw their uniforms and underwear into a large bin.  Dylan  went over to the wall of shower heads and began rinsing off, but Justin  found himself walking to one of the lockers.  He opened it and pulled  out a pair of small running shorts.  They were the kind with the  underwear built in and they split open against his solid thighs as he  pulled them up.  His long cock was clearly outlined as it bulged against  the thin material but he didn't give it a second thought.  He put on  some socks and a pair of tennis shoes and left Dylan to shower while he  went out to the gym.  Despite his outfit, this wasn't too different from  his normal workout routine.  Something nagged at his brain while he  went through his sets, but it wasn't until he was waving goodbye to  Dylan that he saw the cameras.  Why would that be odd?  Of course he was  being recorded.  The club sold the DVDs.  By the time he was done with  his last set he was soaked in sweat.  The beads of water glistened and  accentuated his pumped muscles while he flexed in the mirror.  The  shorts were plastered on like a second skin, and he tugged them down to  flex, wagging his long cock for the camera.  With a quick smile at the  camera he went back into the locker room to clean up.  He had a few  hours to take a break before he had to be downstairs.   
 

*******
 

Sean came to on the floor.  He was still in his altered body, but he  knew it was over.  Whatever he'd let out, whatever had passed through  him, was gone.  At least from him.  He couldn't shake the image of the  dancing men as he struggled to his feet, wondering what the last bolt  had taken.  They hadn't changed physically, but they'd clearly changed  mentally.  "They were so hot..." Sean muttered to himself, then froze.   "Oh...oh fuck..." he thought back on all the men he'd seen and his tiny  new cock was rock hard.  "Not that...I can't be..." before he could  continue he heard the door open behind him.   
 

A deep voice boomed.  "Shit!"  Sean felt himself scooped up off the  floor by his roommate Derek.  The other man was wearing a baggy tank top  and gym shorts and was covered in sweat.  "Are you okay?!  What  happened?"   
 

Sean's head was spinning.  Derek's musky, sweaty scent was  overpowering and he seemed absolutely huge all of a sudden.  Derek was  as big as Sean used to be, only instead of being bulky he was covered in  gym-sculpted muscle.  There was a light dusting of brown, wiry hairs  accentuating his large build that tickled Sean's bare skin.  Sean felt  like he was looking at him for the first time.  He actually felt his  stomach flutter at Derek's chiseled jaw and concerned face.  "I...I  think so...?"   
 

"Did you hit your head?"  Sean let himself be manhandled while Derek  inspected him.  The sensation only caused his little cock to throb.   Standing upright now, the top of his head barely reached past his  friend's bellybutton.   
 

"No, no, I just...fell."  Sean's mind went blank when he tried to  think back on why he was upset.  He felt like it was important, but he  couldn't pin it down.   
 

"Well, you look okay," Derek finally relented, grinning.   
 

Sean heard the other man, but he was more concerned with the large  lump in Derek's shorts.   His little body was on fire.  He felt like he  should be embarrassed by how he looked, especially compared to his  athletic partner.  Sean paused at the word "partner."  He looked around  and saw the bedroom had been altered.  He looked around the room for  something.  He didn't know what he was looking for.  Something glass.   All he knew was that he didn't find it.  All he saw was the evidence of a  shared bedroom.  There was a vague memory of two men in a similar  situation, but it drifted away.  Either way, Sean knew that Derek wasn't  just a roommate.  He turned back and, without pausing, tugged the  shorts and sweat-soaked underwear down.   
 

"Someone's eager this morning," Derek sighed.  Sean didn't know why  he felt confused.  Derek's sweaty, musky cock felt huge in his mouth  like always.  The other man's rough hands running through his hair were a  familiar comfort.  His tiny hands latched onto Sean's firm cheeks while  the other man pumped his hips.  New memories flooded into his head.  He  saw himself bouncing up and down on Derek's lap. He saw his face buried  between the globes of Derek's solid ass, his tongue lapping at every  inch.  He could practically feel his soft new body shake as he  remembered his arms and legs bound while Derek plowed into him.  His  wrists chafed from being tied down while Derek whipped him.  His large  new nipples tingled from the sensation of being clamped.  Derek's deep  voice rang in his ears as the other man spit out commands.   
 

Sean knew this wasn't him.  He wasn't weak and submissive.  He  wasn't small.  He felt his old self start to slip away.  Memories of his  previous life were fading.  He tried desperately to hold on to at least  some part of it, but it was too much.  The new memories settled into  place, and in the distance Sean thought he heard the sound of breaking  glass.