Interactive: The Idol, final chapter (Patreon)

***** The winning vote last round was "Chris bottoms for Alex" and as I was writing, it seemed like a really good place to end it.  I've got some ideas for future interactives, but there's not enough time in the day to keep them going at the same time.  Thanks to everyone who voted on this one.  Keep an eye out for the next one to start. *****

“We’re just getting started,” Chris said, pulling Alex to his feet.  

“With whaaammppfff…” Alex was cut off when Chris grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards him to press their lips together.  Alex’s mouth was invaded by his friend’s eager tongue while their solid bodies writhed together.  For Alex, it was the first time he really felt how big he’d become.  Chris had always towered over him.  Despite their same height, Chris had always been twice as thick as he had.  Now, somehow, Alex had the advantage.  It didn’t make sense.  It shouldn’t have been possible.  All of the day’s weirdness was culminating but he was too overcome to try and process anything.  Between his experience at the club and having just blown his friend, it was all he could do to keep his brain from shutting down.  He let his body take the lead instead.  

“Fuck, man, you ARE jacked,” Chris sighed, roughly kneading Alex’s recently acquired pecs.  He gazed into his friend’s confused eyes and reached down to grab Alex’s aching pole.  Alex searched Chris’s eyes for some spark of recognition that this was wrong, or at least weird.  All he saw was a growing hunger.  “Come on,” Chris said, pulling his friend along behind him to the bedroom.  

Alex gasped when Chris grabbed him and he scampered to keep up.  His friend’s rough hand on his enlarged tool felt fantastic.  He didn’t want him to let go, but he didn’t resist when Chris shoved him onto the bed.  He writhed as his friend fell on top of him, straddling his muscular frame with his own solid body.  He still didn’t understand.  He could blame his own strange behavior on whatever was happening to his body, but as far as he could see, Chris hadn’t changed.  He had no idea why his straight friend was suddenly so interested in him but he wasn’t going to complain.  Chris’s mouth traveled left Alex’s lips and traveled down his neck to linger on his pecs.  Chris’s tongue was warm and wet on the wiry hairs as it bathed every inch of the solid slabs.  “OOHHH!”  Alex spasmed when Chris roughly gnawed on one of his nipples, his hands digging into his friend’s firm cheeks.  

“You liked that?”  Chris’s grin was mischievous as he flexed his solid cheeks against Alex’s grasping fingers.  

“Ye...yeah,” Alex panted.  “It wassoohhh!”  Chris resumed his attack, harder this time.  Alex writhed underneath him.  This was nothing at all like the sex he’d had with women.  Chris was powerful and in control and he was putty in the other man’s strong hands.  Alex was always the aggressive one during sex and he never imagined that being on the receiving end could feel this good.  Just like he’d been ordering him around all day, his brawny friend was calling the shots, and looking up at Chris’s broad athletic build sent a thrill through him.  

Chris lifted his head from Alex’s chest and sat back on his legs, straddling Alex’s trim waist.  Alex squirmed between his powerful thighs, loving how the heavy, hardening cock and meaty balls felt on his hairy stomach. He was trying to read Chris’s expression.  His friend was gazing down at him with a cocky grin, but there was a strange look in his eyes.  “Why didn’t we ever do this before?”  Chris panted, rubbing his hands along Alex’s washboard abs.  

Alex laughed, squeezing Chris’s powerful thighs.  “I don’t even know why we’re doing it now.  Look at me, man.  How did I get jacked in a day?  And since when did you like guuuuhhhh!”  Alex trailed off into a groan when Chris reached back and grabbed his oozing cock again.  

“What’d I tell you earlier, dude?  It feels good, right?  Just relax and go with it.”  

Alex closed his eyes while Chris tugged, riding a wave of euphoria.  His friend was right.  Putting aside all the questions and impossibilities, he’d never felt better.  He was perfectly content to lay there between Chris’s legs and let his friend do whatever he wanted.  

What Chris wanted turned out to be a surprise.  Alex felt his friend let go of his rigid cock and slide further down.  When he felt the other man shifting his weight, Alex opened his eyes just in time to see Chris lower himself onto his positioned rod.  Alex could only gasp, his eyes bugging out of his skull at the intensity of the sensation.  

“NNNnnggg...fuck...fuck that hur...uuurr…” Chris’s face was a mask of pain as he lowered himself bit by bit.  Alex watched that expression gradually change as his friend worked himself down and grew accustomed to what he felt.  “Whoooaaaaa...haha….there it is…” Chris laughed, bucking when Alex’s thick cock hit a sweet spot.  

“Dude...what’re you...shit man...oh shit…” Alex clutched Chris’s thighs as his friend started working his hips and rocking back and forth.  The whole bed shook as they became a bucking mass of muscle.  

“Fuck man...fuuuuck yeah...come on...don’t just lay there…” Chris moaned, his fingers biting into Alex’s meaty pecs while the prone man started raising and lowering his hips to drive himself deeper into his friend’s eager hole.  Despite the fact that Chris was riding him, Alex couldn’t escape the feeling that his friend was still in charge.  He wasn’t fucking Chris, Chris was using his ass to fuck him.  The fact that the other man could still seem so controlling and in charge while bouncing up and down on his dick only made Alex squirm harder.  Chris’s flexing abs and arms were the picture of perfection.  He let go of one of Chris’s thighs and grabbed the oozing cock that was slapping up and down on his stomach, stroking it while his friend shimmied and squirmed.  “Ohhh shit man...I’m...I’mmmmmUUUNNNN!”  His fingers tensed on Alex’s chest and then the prone man felt a torrent of warm, sticky fluid spatter in thick spurts all over his chest.  

Alex groaned, loving how the rain of cum felt while being surprised that he hadn’t blown his own load yet.  He’d never had stamina like this before.  Chris’s tight hole and coltish frame felt better than anything he could remember, but he still hadn’t gone over.  

“Damn...you ARE a stud,” Chris panted.  “Get ready champ,” he said with a smug grin, leaning down and tweaking both of Alex’s nipples while bouncing with renewed vigor.  

Alex grunted as his world exploded into sparks of pleasure.  Chris’s firm cheeks were slapping against his legs in rapid fire succession.  The bed was slamming against the wall, the mattress shaking off the frame while the sheets tore loose.  Alex stared up at Chris wide-eyed while his friend flexed his arms behind his head and gyrated his hips in a circle, sending wave after wave of bliss through him.  Chris’s smooth, broad pecs glistened with sweat and his face never lost it’s smug, arrogant expression.  

It was staring at that cocky grin that finally pushed Alex over the edge.  He spasmed so hard he lifted Chris up off the bed when he arched his back and sprayed into the other man.  Chris held on and rode it out like Alex was a mechanical bull, not sliding off until his larger friend was a sweaty, panting lump underneath him.  

“That was...that was incredible…” Alex finally panted.  He looked over to his friend, but Chris was already fast asleep.  

**********

That night, Alex dreamt of the mountains.  He was back in his old body, running as fast as he could down a forested mountain slope.  Even in the dream he noticed how much lighter and natural his old body felt.  It had only been a day since he’d started growing and already he was losing sight of how wrong the extra mass should feel.  This lean, wiry body was the one he should have, not that lumbering, hulkish one he’d grown.  

He didn’t have time to dwell on it.  Something huge was chasing him down the mountainside.  He didn’t dare look back for fear of losing his footing but he could hear it crashing through trees and underbrush.  The ground shook with each of its pounding footsteps.  No matter how fast he ran it kept getting closer and closer.  Eventually his luck ran out.  He hit a root and went tumbling end over end.  The thing was on him instantly.  Alex only caught a glimpse of it before being engulfed in darkness.  It was covered in scales and had a wide, frog-like mouth and squat body.  He heard the flap of huge, leathery wings as he felt himself lifted into the air and thrown into the void.  

“Aaaahh!”  Alex shot up in bed, his heavy new pecs bouncing with the motion.  He raised his meaty arms to rub the sleep from his face as he tried to piece together his disjointed thoughts.  It took a moment before he realized he was in Chris’s bed, not his.  But that was normal, wasn’t it?  Chris was gone, but he usually woke up first since Alex didn’t get home from the club until late most nights.  He kicked his thick legs over the edge and stretched, his heavy cock resting half-hard against a beefy thigh.  He felt anxious without knowing why.  Looking at the copious amounts of dried cum matting the hair of his chest and stomach he and Chris had clearly had a good night, it all just felt hazy. 

“You okay in there?”  He heard his friend call from the living room.  

He stood and stretched his brawny, naked body again, inspecting himself quickly.  He was relieved to see that he hadn’t grown any bigger, but then he wondered why he would even think that in the first place.  “Yeah, sorry,” he yawned, walking out into the other room.  “I just had a...night...mare…” he froze when he saw Trent sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand.  A part of his brain yelled at him that he shouldn’t be naked and half-hard in front of the other man, but the other part of Alex knew Trent had seen it all before, and then some.  

“Mornin’” the other man waved.  He had on a loose tank top and a pair of tight boxers stretched around his thick lower half.  His messy hair and stubble gave the impression that he’d just gotten out of bed.  It wasn’t uncommon for him to walk across the hall to their apartment for coffee.  The three of them practically lived together.  

“Guess we got a little loud last night,” Chris said, grinning proudly.  All he had on a was a pair of tiny red briefs as he sipped from a mug next to their neighbor.  

“Sorry,” Alex said bashfully, walking towards the two men instead of away from them to put something on.  

“It’s just hard not to get carried away with this big guy.”  Alex blushed when Chris reached down and grabbed his girthy cock in front of the other man.  

“Oh, believe me, I know,” Trent laughed.  “I’m not judging.  I know how loud I can get when I’m going at that back end,” he said, nodding towards Alex’s meaty globes.  

Alex just stood there while the men talked about him like he was nothing more than an object.  He somehow had memories of Trent’s thick tool filling him from behind, but at the same time he felt like he’d just met the other man.  As if reading his throughts, Trent reached over and squeezed one of Alex’s plump cheeks.  “Maybe you can wear that orange jock when you come over to clean and we can see how loud it gets this time?”  The other man’s hand on his ass made Alex’s cock twitch while he processed what he heard.  As crazy at it seemed, he knew his day job was cleaning for people, usually in nothing more than a tiny pair of underwear, if anything at all.  They weren’t really paying him to clean, after all.  

“I think we can make that happen,” Alex winked.  He didn’t know why the thought made him anxious.  He loved it.  Between that and his evening gig at the club, he spent most of his days in the buff.  It’s what he liked.  Wearing anything at all felt like a chore to him, and he loved using his impressive body to make money.  What he didn’t understand was why that felt so wrong all of a sudden.  

He left Chris and Trent to talk at the counter while he went to clean up the bedroom.  He knew how much Chris hated a messy apartment and it was his job to keep it clean.  On the way, he noticed the carved stone idol on the shelf.  He shivered, something about its frog like shape and wings filling him with dread.  He tried to remember where it came from.  Had he found it?  Why did he think of it as cursed?  For one brief instant it all made sense.  He should never have gone up that mountain, and he should never have brought the idol back with him.  He didn’t know why it kicked in when he was with Chris, but it clearly had.  He wanted to tell the other man what happened, but as quickly as they came, the thoughts flowed like water through his hands.  He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.  He couldn’t remember what he was about to say.  Alex wasn’t surprised by that.  His attention span for things not related to physical sensations was limited at best.  It’s why he lived with Chris.  His friend took care of him and told him what to do, which is what he needed.  He was content to let the other man do the thinking for him.  Alex scooped up the stained sheets and scattered laundry and headed for the laundry room.  

“Whoa!  Hey, you know the rules,” Chris said just before he opened the door.  “If you leave the apartment you at least need underwear, dude.  We don’t want another complaint.”  

Alex looked down at his still-naked body and felt a brief flash of horror at the thought of what he’d almost done.  It passed quickly.  “Fiiiiiiine,” he sighed dramatically and lumbered into the bedroom to pull a pair of tiny yellow briefs on.  This time he didn’t give the idol a second thought when he passed.