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"So'd you seal the deal with what's-her-name last night?"  Nick turned the truck off the main road and down a narrow alley.   
 

"What do you think?"  Chuck laughed.  "There's a reason I was late this morning."   
 

"And yet I still managed to make it out of Sarah...Susan's?," he shrugged, "Susan's place and back home last night."  
 

"You weren't as drunk as I was."   
 

Nick flexed the muscular arm holding the steering wheel and gave his  skinny friend a cocky smile.  "Takes a little more when you're bigger."    
 

"Is that what you tell yourself when you're standing on your tip-toes at the bar?"   
 

"Fuck you," Nick laughed, looking at the GPS.  He was sure he had  the right address, but there didn't seem to be much in this part of town  except warehouses, and most of those seemed empty. Not the kind of  place they usually made a beer drop.  He was starting to get nervous.   He'd never been robbed on a delivery and had no desire to start now.   "This the place?"   
 

"According to the GPS, yep."  Chuck's leg was bouncing restlessly as  he looked out the window.  The tall, skinny man was a bundle of nervous  energy.  "We've never even come close to making a drop out here.  Is  this even in our district?"   
 

"They're a new customer."  Nick pulled the truck to a stop and  scanned the rusty door frames until he found the number he was looking  for.  "Looks like that's the place," he said, pointing to a rundown  industrial building.   
 

Chuck seemed dubious.  "I dunno man, this doesn't seem legit.  I  think we might've been given a bum address."  The duo worked for a  beverage distributor, meaning they spent their days driving around  unloading case after case of cheap beer in random gas stations and bars.   It wasn't the most exciting job, but it was a paycheck and they were  out on their own most of the time.  Luckily they got along.  They were  about the same age - Nick had just turned 24 and Chuck had just turned  23.  Neither of them were dumb by any means, but college wasn't in the  cards.  Right now they were happy to spend their days making deliveries  and their nights picking up as many women as they could.    
 

"Can you hand me the log?"  Nick's thick arms weren't long enough to  reach from the driver seat.  At 5'8 he was on the short side, but he  more than made up for it with his build.  He spent most of his  non-drinking free time in the gym bulking up as much as possible to  compensate for his lack of height.  He had a set of eye-catching pecs  that bulged against whatever shirt he was wearing and pulled the fabric  away from his trim waist.  Likewise, his large biceps and broad  shoulders constantly threatened to shred his sleeves whenever he lifted a  heavy case.  He had close cropped brown hair and constant stubble on  his high cheeks and strong jaw.  He had piercing blue eyes, but the  second thing everyone noticed about him after his height was the ample  body hair that covered him from head to toe.  Back, chest, stomach,  arms, legs; he was carpeted.  Luckily for him, most people stopped  caring once he was out of his pants they saw his  long, thick cock.   
 

"Here."  Chuck handed him the log, not looking away from the window.   At a solid 6'2", the lean, lanky man had no problem reaching.  He  wasn't skeletal; his constant motion and inability to sit still left him  with a toned frame.  His small arms at least had definition, as did his  flat chest and abs, he just couldn't seem to bulk up.  They'd talked  about it plenty.  Nick was always trying to get Chuck to go with him to  the gym, but the taller man would just say he'd tried it already and it  never worked.  With his cute, boy next door looks and shaggy, chocolate  hair, he never had a problem picking up women, so he didn't see the  point of spending time in a gym anyway.  "So is this it?"   
 

Nick shrugged.  "Guess we'll find out."  He looked around at the  complete absence of cars or any visible human activity and wondered if  they should just turn around and leave.  The idea of getting chewed out  wasn't any more appealing than possibly getting robbed. "Doesn't look  like anyone's here.  You want to check it out," Nick asked with a laugh  at Chuck's hesitant expression.  "I'm just fuckin' with ya.  Wait here."    
 

Chuck watched Nick as he walked in front of the truck and around the  side of the building, his broad shoulders and bulging shirt giving off  an air of authority despite his short stature.  His restless leg kept  bouncing, gaining speed the longer Nick was gone.  When several minutes  had passed and Nick hadn't come back he knew he'd have to go check on  him.  "Goddamnit," he sighed under his breath.  "Hey, Nick!"  He yelled  as he walked around the building.  He never got a response before the  world went black.   
 

***
 

"Guh!"  Nick started awake in a panic, his strong arms flailing.   "What the..." it took a minute in the dimming light for him to recognize  the cab of his truck.  Chuck was propped up next to him, still  unconscious.  "Shit!  Chuck!  Dude!" He reached over and gently shook  the other man.  He was sore, but didn't appear to be injured otherwise.   From what he could see, Chuck seemed about the same.   
 

"Wha...where?"  Chuck slowly came to.  His eyes went wide until he  saw his friend and the familiar interior of the truck.  "What the hell?"   He winced and rubbed the back of his head.  The fading sunlight told  them they'd been there for hours.  "Did we get robbed?"   
 

Nick gave a quick look around and hopped back out.  He grunted and  stretched his stiff frame while he inspected the empty truck.  "We sure  did," he called back.  "Fuck!"  He fumed and kicked at the dirt.   "Goddamnit!"  He didn't care about being robbed; the company would cover  that.  He was mad at the impending paperwork and bureaucratic  nightmare.    
 

"Let's just call this in," Chuck said flatly, joining him outside.   He looked his friend up and down.  "You okay?  I mean, you didn't get  hurt, did you?"   
 

Nick gave a final kick at the ground.  "No, I'm good.  A little stiff.  You?"   
 

"Same.  At least they put us back in the truck," Chuck said with a shrug.   
 

"Yeah, real considerate."  Nick followed the protocol.  He called  911 and then called into the company.  The next few hours were spent  dealing with the local sheriff and filing a company report over the  phone.  It was after midnight by the time they were back on the road to  head home.  They didn't talk much.  The anger was holding the shock at  bay, but as they grew tired it dawned on them how much worse that could  have gone.  Neither one wanted to appear shaken in front of the other,  so they stayed quiet.  "Hey man," Nick said, giving Chuck's leg a shake,  "we're back."   
 

"Whu...!"  Chuck darted awake this time, his thin chest heaving.   "What..." he looked around with an expression of sheer terror.   
 

Nick put his hands up in surrender.  "Whoa!  Easy bud...you fell asleep about half an hour ago.  You good?"   
 

Chuck looked down and struggled to catch his breath.  "Yeah.  Sorry. I just had a really weird fuckin' dream."  
 

"I can tell.  Hell of a day, huh?"   
 

Chuck opened his mouth to describe the nightmare, but it was already  fading.  They climbed out of the truck and left the keys, both of them  feeling jumpier than they wanted to admit in the dark, empty parking  lot.   
 

"Look, why don't you just crash at my place tonight?  It's already  late and you've got another 30 minutes of driving from here."  Nick was  being genuinely nice, but he also didn't relish the idea of being alone.    
 

"Yeah?"  Chuck smiled and yawned, stretching his long torso.  "Yeah.   That would be awesome."  They piled in Nick's car and made the short  drive to his apartment.  Chuck's long legs hung over the edge of the  couch but he was out as soon as he laid down.  Nick was out as soon as  his head hit his pillow.   
 

***
 

Nick wasn't sure if he was dreaming.  It felt real; but it couldn't  be.  He didn't remember getting to the place he found himself in.  He  was just there all of a sudden.  But he had no idea where "there" was.   It had to be a nightmare.  He couldn't really be looking at Chuck's  naked body strung up in a strange ring like a skinny Vitruvian man.  His  friends wiry frame was covered in what looked like acupuncture needles,  including his thin, solid rod.  Strangers in hazmat suits were circling  around them.  Nick tried to move but couldn't.  He tried to speak but  his throat was frozen.  The most he could do was move his eyes enough to  see that he was in a similar situation.  He wanted to scream when he  saw the needles poking out of his own body.  Instead all he could do was  stare wide-eyed as one of the suited strangers approached him with a  long needle.  He felt it bite into his neck, then the sensation of fire  filling his veins.  Then darkness.  And screaming.   
 

"Whaaa...!"  Nick bolted upright in bed.  His heart was beating out  of his chest and he was covered in sweat.  He was terrified at  something.  Then he heard the scream.  It was Chuck from the other room.   Nick bounded out into the living room and saw his still-sleeping  friend thrashing and screaming on the couch.  "Chuck!  Hey!  Wake up  man!"  He grabbed his friend's bony shoulders and shook him gently but  firmly.   
 

Chuck's eyes shot open with a gasp.  For what seemed like minutes he just stared up at Nick with wide, panicked eyes.   
 

"You were having another nightmare," Nick laughed, his own adrenaline fading.   
 

Chuck's panic finally faded.  "Fuuuuuuuuck me," he sighed, rubbing his sweat-soaked face with his large hands.   
 

"You scared the shit outta me man.  That must've been a doozy."   
 

"It was...I can't remember the specifics but it was...damn.  It's  gone."  He lowered his hands and his eyes went wide again, only this  time with a grin.  "Uh...dude?"   
 

"What?"  Nick looked down, realizing he was totally naked.  "Shit!   Sorry man."  He blushed from head to toe and tried to cover himself as  best as he could.  Looking down at himself, he felt his adrenaline start  to spike again.  It took several moments of staring to sink in.  He  wasn't as hairy.  What should have been a thick carpet on his torso was  now a light dusting.  He forgot about covering himself and looked at his  arms.  For the first time in recent memory his upper arms were smooth,  the wiry hairs not kicking in until his forearms.   
 

"Dude?"  Chuck looked concerned again, even more so when Nick abruptly turned and left the room.   
 

Nick made a straight line for the mirror.  "What the hell...." he  muttered as he stared at his smoother reflection.  He couldn't believe  it.  He turned in circles, looking over his broad shoulders at his  now-hairless back.  The lack of hair seemed to make his muscles pop even  more.  Like a lot of guys, Nick spent most of his time at the gym on  his upper body, but even his small ass and toned thighs looked bigger  without all the hair.   
 

"Yo, you okay in here?"  Chuck turned the corner to find his naked  friend staring at his reflection.  He wasn't sure what was going on  until it sunk in that Nick's broad back was totally smooth.  "Did you  shave last night?"   
 

"No!"  Nick didn't know if he should be excited about this or not.   He wasn't sad to see it go, he just wanted to know why.  "I woke up  and..." he trailed off when he turned and saw his friend.  Chuck just  had on a pair of small grey briefs and it was clear he'd undergone  changes of his own.  He was starting to look built.  His formerly flat  pecs now lifted off his chest and his arms were clearly bigger.  His abs  popped more and a perky bubble was forming where his non-existent ass  used to be.  "Jesus!"   
 

"What?!  What's..." Chuck froze when Nick pushed him in front of the  mirror.  "Shit!" Chuck half laughed, half yelled.  He poked at his  budding pecs and flexed arms that showed actual bicep now.  "I've got an  ass!"  He flexed his newfound cheeks proudly.   
 

"Whoa...okay...okay..." Nick was having a hard time wrapping his  head around this.  "This is freaking me out.  What if something happened  to us while we were knocked out yesterday?  I wake up less hairy and  you're suddenly bulked up?  This isn't a coincidence man."   
 

"Yeah...you're right..." Chuck said, pulling his eyes away from his  reflection.  "Do we go to the...." he trailed off, a confused look on  his face.  "I mean, should we try and call a d..."  He shook his head.   "What was I just saying," he asked after a moment.   
 

"I don't...I don't remember," Nick stammered.  "How do you feel?  I feel okay.  Still a little sore, but okay."   
 

"Ditto," Chuck said, his hands on his solid chest.  "I feel like I've been working out a whole bunch, but okay."   
 

Nick took a deep breath.  "Let's not panic.  Let's just..." he  trailed off, his eyes jumping back and forth between them.  He felt  tingly and light headed, making it hard to concentrate.  He couldn't  seem to keep from eyeing Chuck's new muscle.  He blushed and shook his  head when he realized he'd been staring in silence.  "Fuck...this is  weird," he laughed awkwardly, rubbing a hand over a now-smooth shoulder.   "I'm gonna see if a shower helps."  It wasn't until he felt it bump  into the clear glass door that Nick noticed his cock was rock solid.  He  felt a surge of embarrassment but couldn't figure out how to act on it.   He just blushed harder and stepped under the warm stream.  He was  aware that Chuck was still in the room, watching him, but that just  caused his cock to surge even harder.  "Well this isn't how I thought  the weekend would go," he laughed awkwardly while soaping up.  He  couldn't believe how different his solid body felt without all the hair.   The sensation of his hands on the now-smooth skin was electric.   
 

"You can say that again," Chuck sighed and leaned against the  counter.  He couldn't stop watching his friend.  The longer he stared  the faster his heart started beating until he felt something snap inside  him.  In a daze he peeled out of his briefs and slid the door open.   
 

"Dude!  What're you...hey!"  Nick found himself pushed against the  wall as Chuck pressed into him.  The taller man leaned down and locked  lips with his stunned friend.  "Chuck...What the hell's..." Nick tried  to fight it.  He almost managed to push Chuck away but instead his hands  found their way to his newly inflated cheeks.  They went at each other  in a frenzy.  There were no words, just animal grunting.  Each of them  was dimly aware of what was happening but they were powerless to stop  it.  Chuck explored each one of Nick's ample muscles with his mouth  while the other man flexed and writhed against the wall.  Chuck worked  his way down until his mouth was firmly wrapped around Nick's massive  pole.  Nick pumped his hips, shoving his long, thick cock in and out.    "oohhh....ohhh..." Nick whimpered when Chuck pulled his mouth away and  worked his tongue over his equally large, low hanging balls.  He felt  himself cumming, hard, but it did nothing to lessen his confusing new  feelings.  He didn't even go soft.  Instead all he did was turn around  and let Chuck's eager tongue work the base of his spine.  Waves of  ecstasy crashed along his body, growing more and more intense until he  felt Chuck's tongue press against his hole.  "Ggggguuuuuuu....." he  grunted, his knees going weak.  He'd never felt this before.  None of  the girls he'd been with had ever done anything close, not that the  thought would have crossed his mind.  Before he even realized what he  wanted he felt Chuck's thin rod work it's way in.  His vision blurred.   Every muscle tensed.  He gasped over and over, his strong hands  clutching futilely at the wet tile.  He'd just become acquainted with  the size of his friend's equipment but still it felt like it was going  to split him open.  But he couldn't stop.  He didn't want to stop.   "Oh...oh fuck...okay...ohhh...yeah....yeah...." he panted, falling into a  rhythm.  The pain was still there, slowly giving way to a sensation he  never dreamed he could feel.  If he'd been more aware he might have been  surprised at how quickly he adapted to such a foreign situation.  All  he cared about at the moment was his friend sliding in and out and the  long fingers clutching at his beefy pecs.  He sprayed all over the wall.   He felt Chuck pump a huge load inside him, but they didn't stop.  Like  before, neither one even softened.   
 

"Oh...oh god..." Chuck panted, burying his face into the back of  Nick's neck.  He bit roughly at the firm muscles and tweaked his  friend's tiny nipples.  He slammed the water off and pushed Nick roughly  out of the shower.  They staggered into the other room and fell soaking  wet onto the bed, their dripping bodies sliding against each other.   Nick was flat on his back, squirming and feeling small under the taller  Chuck. Even though his friend had only bulked up slightly, it was enough  to make Nick feel tiny around him for the first time, and that thought  turned him on more than anything. He was positively eager when Chuck  lifted his formerly-hairy thighs onto his shoulders.   
 

"Come on...come on..." he begged while Chuck sucked at the insides  of his damp thighs.  Chuck just grinned down at him and roughly pulled  him closer, impaling the waiting hole.  Nick howled above the sound of  his hefty cock slapping against his stomach.  Their eyes locked.   Chuck's arrogant, horny smile sent just as powerful a thrill running  through him.  He clutched at the bed so hard his fingers practically  tore the sheets.  He'd always been on top.  He was always the one  pounding away.  Now that impressive package just bounced uselessly while  he felt better than he ever had.  He couldn't hold back.  His whole  body was on fire.  He let out a yell as a sticky spray landed on his  face and Chuck just kept pumping.   
 

It was almost evening by the time they finally stopped.  The  apartment looked like a tornado had blown through.  They'd been  completely out of control.  The mattress was drenched and half off the  bed frame, the sheets in tatters.  All the contents of his kitchen  counters were knocked onto the floor.  Same with his dining room table.   The couch was missing several cushions and his coffee table was in  pieces.  The two men were laying in a heap on the living room floor.   
 

"What...what did we...oh fuck..." Nick panted, his muscular chest heaving.  His body was sore and slick with sticky fluid.   
 

Chuck was equally dazed.  "I don't...I don't know man..." He sounded  shell shocked as he struggled to catch his breath.  He looked over at  Nick's flushed face and had to keep from leaning over and kissing him.   Their clearing heads did nothing to diminish what they felt.  He  reluctantly extricated himself and stood on shaky legs.   
 

"Goddamn!"  Nick's eyes went wide at the sight of his friend.  He  was noticeably more built than when the day had started.  The definition  that developed over night had grown into full blown muscle.  He had a  set of legitimate pecs above a ripped six-pack.  His shoulders were  broad and round with muscle above his thickened arms.  The perky ass  he'd sprouted continued to bubble out above widened, toned thighs, and  his formerly small cock looked anything but.  What had been a thin five  inches now had legitimate heft and was noticeably longer.  Even his  balls had puffed up to match.
 

"What?  What is it?  I don't....AAAAHHHH!"  Chuck half screamed half  laughed when he looked down at himself.  His thin, shapeless body was  gone and in its place was a budding gym-bunny.  Instead of a  cross-country runner he was starting to look like a swimmer or a  volleyball player.  "How...how is this even possible?!"  His ear-to-ear  grin didn't make him seem too concerned.   
 

"Fuck if I know," Nick said, taking Chuck's outstretched hand and  staggering upright.  He stumbled as he stood, feeling off balance.   
 

"Whoa!"  Chuck laughed at the sight of his friend.  Nick had also  been bulking up during the day and the changes were even more jarring on  his shorter body.  The other man's already-beefy chest seemed to stand  even further outwards.  His shoulders and arms had packed on several  inches which were all the more noticeable as his arms hung at an angle  from his expanded lats.   His already defined stomach was now covered in  thick, rigid muscle, giving his torso a curvy look as his back arched  to accommodate.  This drew attention to the gravity-defying globes that  had started growing from his lower back.  His once-underdeveloped legs  had plumped to the point where his thighs pressed together.  And like  himself, Nick's already large cock was even bigger.  From what he'd seen  that morning, his friend was a grower, looking stubby until his cock  shot outwards to nearly seven inches.  Now it hung thick and long in  front of his heavy pair, looking almost as large soft as it did hard.   Where Chuck was starting to look sculpted, Nick was developing a buff,  curvy frame, something that was only accentuated by his short stature.      
 

"Shit!  Shit!"  Nick nearly fell when he turned in circles trying to  get a look at himself, his long hose flopping around in the process.   "Okay...okay..." he stammered, "we can figure this out.  There's gotta  be an explana..." He was cut off by a sudden knock at the door.  Both  men blushed and stared at each other.  Afraid they'd pissed off all the  neighbors, Nick hesitantly looked through the peep hole.  No one was  there.  Leaving the chain drawn, he slowly cracked the door on an empty  hallway.  "There's no one...oh, uh, someone left a box."  He undid the  chain and hurriedly opened the door just wide enough to pull the  unmarked package in before slamming the door shut.  "I don't remember  ordering anything..." He gave his friend a confused look but Chuck just  shrugged his broadened shoulders.  "Ummm..."
 

"What?"  Chuck didn't like the look on his friend's face.  "Did you  order clothes?"  He watched Nick pull out what looked like matching  bundles.   
 

"No...hold on, there's something else."  Nick pulled out a black  smartphone.  There was a note on it that said 'press play.'  "Uh, I  don't know if I like this," he said, hesitating.   
 

"Just do it," Chuck said, his usually cautious attitude nowhere to be seen.   
 

"Okay," Nick sighed.  He hit the bottom button and a man's voice filled the room.   
 

"Nick.  Chuck," the man said flatly.  "I trust you're both doing  well.  By this point I'm sure you're both very confused, and probably  tired after the day you've had.  I don't blame you; that's a perfectly  natural reaction.  What you need to understand, however, is that none of  that matters.  You're not here to get answers.  You're here to do what  you're told."  The two men exchanged uneasy glances.  "Now, now, don't  panic.  You're not going to murder anyone or hurt yourselves.  No, you  two are much too valuable for that.  Consider yourself guinea pigs for  what promises to be the biggest scientific revolution since electricity  was discovered.  Those changes you're experiencing?  They're just  starting.  The good news is that if you're still alive to hear this  message you should be okay.  See?  Not so bad.  The bad news is that we  had to get some...unorthodox...funding for this project.  They had very  specific requirements.  Just know that your sacrifice is appreciated."   The man cleared his throat.  "Without further beating around the bush:  you and Chuck are going to clean yourselves up, put on what was  delivered, and take the bus to the address on the screen.  You'll know  what to do once you get there."  Another pause.  "Oh, and once you start  in on these tasks you won't even think about this recording until you  hear from me again."     
 

Nick waited until the scroll bar at the bottom of the screen showed  the message was over.  "What the hell?!  What the fuck is going on?  There's no way in hell I'm going to...whoa...no, hold on..." Nick's body  was on autopilot as he walked towards the bathroom.   
 

"Shit man," Chuck finally said, shaking his head.  "We've gotta get  cleaned up!"  They climbed back into the shower they'd started in that  morning.  They wanted badly to explore each other's new body but  something held them back.  Instead they simply scrubbed the day's worth  of sweat and residue from each other.   
 

"We should probably get dressed," Nick said haltingly when they'd toweled off.   
 

"Right...right..." Chuck nodded absently.  They plodded into the  kitchen where the box had been left.  "Uh...no way, dude."  Chuck  blushed when he held up a neon purple jockstrap.  Even as he said it, he  was bending over and sliding it up his toned thighs.  The straps lifted  his budding bubble and showed off his enlarged package.   
 

"No way, huh?"  Nick laughed, until he saw what he was about to put  on.  His face turned the same color as the sparkly red thong, deepening  when he felt the thin string slip between his plump new cheeks.  The  pouch was filled to capacity and thrust his barely-covered equipment  forward.  They just stared at each other, feeling equal parts  embarrassment and lust.  "This is...different."   
 

"Sure is," Chuck said, pulling on the white, nylon shorts that came  next.  The small running shorts weren't much bigger than the briefs he'd  had on earlier and were so thin the purple fabric of the jock and his  bare cheeks could clearly be seen.  He watched Nick follow suit.  His  stockier friend pulled on the same pair, only they were stretched much  tighter over his thicker bottom.  The sides pulled open and the bright  red thong sparkled underneath.  They were both silent as they pulled the  next item on.  Matching, spaghetti strap muscle shirts.  A red one for  Nick, a bright purple for Chuck.  As with the shorts, the top fit Chuck  better, showing off the top of his developing chest and lean stomach  through the drooping sides.  Nick had a harder time.  His pecs bulged  out, leaving his puffy new nipples on display while his stomach pushed  out the front due to the new arch in his back.  Any hopes that the shirt  would drape far enough to cover him were dashed as it bunched on the  shelf formed by his new cheeks, leaving his growing orbs on display  through the nearly sheer fabric.  The outfits were capped by bright,  matching tennis shoes.   
 

"We can't go out like this!"  Nick's face was on fire as he and Chuck stared at each other.   
 

"Yeah man, there's no way we can...can...we can catch the next bus if we hurry!"   
 

Nick shook his head.  Was that what Chuck was saying?  "...I don't..."
 

Chuck grabbed Nick's hand and pulled him out the door.  "Come on!"   
 

The bus ride was torture, but neither one of them could put their  finger on why.  The looks and name calling they got from strangers felt  odd.  They were both mortified, but at the same time there wasn't an  ounce of doubt about what they had on.  Nick felt like there was  something off with the bright red bulge in his shorts, and he could tell  Chuck felt the same, but what would it be?  And where were they going?   They both knew, but they didn't know.  They had an address, and they  could tell they were getting into the seedy part of town, but no clue as  to their destination.  When they finally got off the bus and walked the  remaining few blocks they found themselves in front of a club called  Paradise.  It was one of the more notorious gay bars in the city.  With  no idea why they'd be there they found themselves passing the front door  and going down an alley to a side door.   
 

"Can I help you gentleman?"  A huge, burly bald man opened the door.   He was taller than Chuck, well over six feet, and had a huge, solid  gut that bulged out of an open vest.  He looked the two up and down, his  expression softening.  "Nick?  Chuck?"  The two nodded.  "Great!   You're right on time."  He ushered them in with a heavy hand on each of  their shoulders.  He led them down a dim hallway to a small back room.   "You can leave your stuff here.  The crowd's just getting warmed up."   Muffled dance music pulsed through the walls along with the sound of a  large crowd.   
 

"Thanks!" Nick said cheerfully, peeling out of his shirt.   "Wait...what are we..." his eyes were wide as Chuck did the same and  both of them kicked off their shorts.  In just their skimpy new  underwear and bright shoes they went back down the same hallway.   
 

"Nick...shit man...what are we...." Chuck's shaky voice could barely be hard above the increasingly loud music.   
 

"I don't know!" Nick yelled back.  There was just enough time for a  last, horrified look at each other before they came out into a packed  club.  The blaring dance music and flashing strobe lights were  disorienting but they each made their way past groping hands to the  small raised stages on opposite sides of the club.  Nick's hand was  shaking as he gripped the pole in the center and walked in a slow  circle.  He was screaming at himself to stop.  Instead, he slowly leaned  into the pole and began pumping his hips against it, flexing his  exposed cheeks in the process.  He felt something click inside him.   He'd never been a dancer, and on the few times a girl had drug him out  onto the floor, he'd never been described as a good one.  Now, his  altered body gyrated to the music like a pro.  He flexed and popped and  twerked as though it were second nature.  The hungry looks from the men  in the crowd and their eager fingers as they slipped money into his  underwear was somehow mortifying and thrilling at the same time.  He  still wasn't used to the feeling of his lengthened cock, but that didn't  stop him from twisting his waist and slapping it back and forth between  his thighs or up against his stomach.  He wanted to wince every time he  felt a strange man's hand inside his underwear, but instead he just  smiled, working the crowd even harder.  When one wealthy-looking man  waved a $50 bill Nick instinctively went over and turned, bouncing his  cheeks in the man's face.  He didn't pull away when the man grabbed  them, letting him squeeze and knead the new flesh.  When he did finally  turn around it was to pull down the front of the thong and expose his  long hose.  He pursed and licked his lips when the man wrapped the bill  around his thickening member.  A part of Nick couldn't believe he was  getting hard in front of a busy club while a stranger wrapped money  around his dick, but that part was helpless to do anything about it.   His thickened body had it's own agenda.  Eliciting a roar from the  crowd, Nick bent and slowly pulled the thong down.  He wiggled his ass  while he stepped free.  He draped the thong across the end of his solid  pole before bouncing it free.   
 

Across the club, Chuck was only dimly aware of the sudden cheering.   He had a crowd of his own to deal with.  Like Nick, he'd been terrified  at finding himself exposed on a stage.  He didn't like going shirtless  at the beach, yet here he was in nothing but a jockstrap.  Imagine his  surprise when he flexed his buffed up arms behind his head and began  working his hips.  He was a blur of sensuous moves, bending and bouncing  in just the right places at just the right times.  He felt strange hand  after strange hand brush against his balls or grab his enlarged cock as  his jock was stuffed with bills.  But he loved it.  He wasn't nearly as  conflicted as his friend.  As the music pulsed, he started to feel  drunk.  He wasn't thinking anymore, just reacting to the stimulus.  His  world tunneled to music, men and money.  Chuck loved the hands running  up and down his new abs.  He loved the attention.  He didn't care what  the men looked like; as long as they paid they could touch all they  want.  He'd lost track of how long he'd been up there when he saw a  heavyset young man standing awkwardly by the stage.  He had a twenty in  his pudgy fingers and looked nervous.  Chuck zeroed in on him, ignoring  the more boisterous men.  The man's face was bright red when Chuck  grinned down, guiding his hand to his washboard stomach.  He pushed the  hand further down and ground his crotch into the man's palm, nodding  encouragingly when the man gave it a squeeze.  Writhing his package into  the man's hand, he flexed his arms above his head and motioned down  with his chin.  The man blushed even harder but finally gripped the  sides of the jock and pulled them down.  Though his package wasn't as  big as Nick's, it was perfectly matched to the rest of him as the man  saw when Chuck bounced it within an inch of his face.  He locked eyes  with the blushing man and exagerratedly pawed at his new pecs and abs  while his cock slowly hardened in front of the man's wide eyes.  He  finally gave the man the discarded jock and went back to bouncing his  hard pole around the stage.   
 

As the night went on they both fell further and further into a  trance.  When the music was suddenly interrupted by a siren they didn't  think twice.  They hopped off their stages and made their way through  the groping crowd.  It wasn't until he was climbing into the harness  that Nick even thought about what he was doing.  He gave Chuck a  pleading look, but the other man just strapped him in, ankles in the air  and his hole exposed.  A part of his consciousness surfaced long enough  to hope this was all a nightmare as he stared at sea of hungry faces.   Instead he felt Chuck's hand roughly squeeze his balls before sliding  two long fingers into his hole.  Nick's loud groan was drowned out by  the cheering crowd who couldn't get enough of his whimpering face.  Even  in his current situation he felt disappointingly empty when Chuck  pulled his hand free and walked around to lay his hard rod on his face.   Nick instinctively licked at it.  He couldn't swallow it from his  current angle, but he could give Chuck's sweaty balls a bath.  Again the  crowd cheered as Nick's thick tongue went to work.  He heard his friend  saying something about a special treat to someone in the crowd, but all  he could see was the underside of Chuck's package.  Despite a surge of  fear he moaned when he felt someone else's fingers grab one of his  cheeks.  Chuck stepped away and Nick saw a man wearing a birthday hat  grabbing his thigh.  He had a paddle in his hand, and with a nod from  Chuck the man gave his new cheeks swat after swat.  The pain wasn't bad,  but it served to further pull Nick from his haze.  His face burned with  humiliation even as his cock oozed.  He barely had time to process when  the man stopped before Chuck plunged into his stinging ass.  The  intensity he'd felt when they'd done this back at his apartment was  nothing compared to what he felt now.  His body throbbed in the harness.   His ass felt like a giant welt.  He was sore from dancing all night.   He was humiliated.  All he could see in his head were images of his  naked body writhing around and grabbing bills from strangers.  He felt  cheap and trashy, not hot and masculine.  He heard himself groan as his  body swung from Chuck's thrusting.  Trussed up in front of a crowd of  horny men getting fucked by his friend.  This wasn't right.  Nick tried  to speak but the words were preempted by another moan and a blast of hot  liquid onto his face.  The crowd loved the sight of him blasting onto  his own face.  Chuck kept pumping.  Like before, they both lasted much  longer than normal, each of them cumming multiple times before the show  was over.   
 

"Great job guys," the thick man who'd let them in earlier said as he  came over to help Nick down.  It was pushing 3am and the crowd had  quickly thinned out.  The music was shut off the lights were back on.   "Seriously.  We get a lot of guys in here but you two have an energy  that's...wow."   
 

"Thanks!"  Chuck said cheerfully.   
 

The beefy older man stroked one of Nick's thighs down to his  dripping hole.  "I don't suppose for an extra hundred you'd let me take a  piece of this since you're all warmed up already?  I'm clean."   
 

Nick couldn't believe what he was hearing.  Especially when Chuck  said, "yeah, go for it."  He watched the man fish a short but thick cock  from his jeans.  The man's hairy gut felt so different against the  underside of his legs than Chuck's toned body, but Nick still  gasped  when the man plunged inside.  His stout rod felt like the first time he  did this all over again as it worked entirely different areas than Chuck  did.  "You like that?"  The man asked, roughly squeezing his thigh.   
 

"Ohhh, yeah...." Nick's purring tone was the opposite of what he was  feeling.  He'd been reduced to nothing but a hole.  The fact that the  man didn't even drop his pants, just whipped his dick out like he would  at a urinal, made Nick feel dirtier than ever.  He hated how good that  thought made him feel.  Unlike Chuck, it didn't take the man long to  finish.  A few pumps later and he was pulling his dripping cock free.   
 

"Wheeew," he whistled contentedly, putting himself away.  "Alright,  let's get you down.  Easy now."  Nick leaned against the man as his legs  wobbled, hating how much fluid he felt running down his legs.  Once he  was steady again they followed the man into the back and down to his  office.  "You can get cleaned up over there," the man said, pointing to  an industrial looking sink and wash basin.  "We'll get everything  settled up."   
 

Nick just smiled and nodded.  He couldn't believe that he was naked  in a club's basement scrubbing strangers' sweat and cum off his body  while his pay was counted out like a hooker. Chuck didn't seem nearly as  bothered.  He casually stood naked next to the man's desk like this was  all perfectly normal.  When Nick came over his tall friend was smiling  and taking the money like they'd just made a delivery.  He was too  stunned to talk as they got dressed.  Since he'd given up his jock the  manager gave Chuck a pair of small pink terry cloth shorts with the  club's name printed on the ass.  They were about the same size as the  running shorts but with the benefit of not being see through, unless you  counted the obvious contour of Chuck's cock pressing against the  fabric.  "What the hell did we just do," Nick finally asked when they  stepped out in to the cool night air.   
 

"Just made a shit-ton of money," Chuck laughed, tousling Nick's hair.   
 

"Aren't you at all concerned about what we just did in there?!"   
 

Chuck shrugged.  "No?  Why would I be?"  Before Nick could say  anything else he continued.  "The busses don't start running for another  few hours and I'm starving.  Let's grab some food before we head back. I  think my place is closer..."   
 

Nick just followed his friend a few blocks to an all-night diner.   At this time of night and in this neighborhood it was filled with drunks  and people in more revealing outfits than what they had on, so no one  paid much attention.  The longer they were out of the club, the more  Nick's anxiety faded.  He was starting to adopt Chuck's carefree  attitude.  By the time they were done eating he would have been  positively cheerful if he wasn't so tired.  It was starting to feel like  a late night out after a basketball game, not a long night at a sex  club.  They caught a bus back to Chuck's as the sun was coming up over  the horizon.  Like the previous night, they barely made it inside before  passing out.   
 

***
 

Nick found himself in the same dream.  He was trussed up in the  strange device, covered in needles.  Across from him, Chuck was in a  similar position.  Unlike the last time, Nick was slowly rotated.  He  still couldn't move, but he lost his view of Chuck when the ring was  turned.  He couldn't understand what he was seeing.  Now he was facing a  pair of large screens with a person on each.  The screen in front of  him had a man about his height, but that was where most of the  similarities ended.  The man's body was hairless and had large, round  pecs above a wide, muscle gut that stuck outwards as his back arched  under his broad shoulders.  The man's ass stuck out far and high enough  that you could have eaten off it while a thick, pendulous cock swung  between his thick, meaty thighs.  The man was obviously muscular, but he  looked curvy and thick.  Above, his face matched his body.  He had  plump, full lips and round cheeks that seemed to swallow his button  nose.  His scalp was covered in a shaggy mop of blonde hair.   
 

On the other screen was a man who looked sculpted from granite.   Unlike the stocky, curvy man in front of him, this man's tan skin  covered huge, perfectly proportioned muscles that bulged off his body.   Huge pecs, built arms, washboard stomach, big, but not bulky, thighs,  rocky calves, a large but functional package, and a stunning face.  He  had thin lips and high cheekbones accentuating a pointy nose and jaw  that could cut glass. Before Nick could figure out what was happening,  he woke up.   
 

"Mmm..." he groaned, feeling a heavy arm across his chest.  He  opened his eyes on an unfamiliar room.  He started to panic until he  heard Chuck stir.   
 

"Mornin'" the other man said groggily.   
 

The memories of the previous night came rushing back.  Instead of  feeling embarrassed, Nick felt his cock shoot to attention against  Chuck's stomach.   
 

Chuck smiled sleepily.  "Already?"  He rolled on top of Nick and  leaned in for a long, deep kiss.  Nick's hands were all over his chest  and shoulders.  "What's wrong," he asked when Nick stopped.   
 

"You...hold on...get up," Nick said, sounding urgent.  "Let me see you."   
 

Chuck grinned.  "Whatever you say!"  He hopped up and froze before  Nick could give voice to his shocked expression.  "No fuckin' way!"   Chuck stared at his reflection in his dresser mirror.   
 

"You're...I've seen you before in my..." Nick trailed off.  He  couldn't get the words out, but he knew deep down that he was looking at  the man from his dream.  He didn't know why that made him feel scared,  but it did.   
 

Chuck kept flexing his perfect new body.  "Whoa...look how hot I am  bro!"  He turned back to Nick but just stared down at his friend.   "Uh...did you look like that last night?"   
 

Nick was too worried about what he might look like than the sudden  change in Chuck's speech.  He knew the second he stood up.  He didn't  even need to look in the mirror.  There in the reflection was the thick,  curvy blonde he'd dreamt about.  He'd packed on muscle like his friend  had, but where Chuck looked like a sculpted model, he was beefy and  bulging.  His inflated arms hung from his sides at an angle while his  round, puffed pecs stood proudly off his body.  He still had a washboard  stomach, but it seemed to stick out due to the exaggerated arch in his  back caused by his absolutely massive ass.  His thighs pressed together  like two tree trunks above his enlarged calves and pushed out in front  of his stocky legs was a package that seemed impossibly large.  His cock  was long and thick as it draped heavily over his equally large balls.   He wasn't entirely smooth, but his excessive hair had been reduced to a  manicured dusting.  If you looked long enough at his face you could  still tell it was him, but it was a stretch.  The blonde hair, fuller  lips and smooth, rounder cheeks in place of his strong, stubbled jaw  looked alien.   
 

"Daaaaaaaaamn!"  Chuck laughed from behind.  He came up and took two  handfuls of Nick's inflated ass.  "I cannot wait to get a piece of  that."  He wrapped his large, granite arms around Nick and played with  his friend's new muscle-tits.  Nick couldn't believe how big the other  man seemed.  Their height hadn't changed, but where Chuck's new muscles  made the once-thin man seem like a giant, Nick's extra mass only served  to accentuate how short he really was.  Nick had always felt like he had  the edge over his friend because of his build.  Not anymore.  Chuck  ground his cock into Nick's arched back and dropped his hands to wrap  around his friend's solid 9-inches.  "C'mon Nicky...Chaz Jr. wants to  play."   
 

"What'd you call...." Nick wanted to ask why Chuck, now Chaz, was  talking like a douchebag frat boy.  He wanted to run screaming from the  apartment.  He knew this was all because of what happened in his dream  but he couldn't get the words out.  The more he thought about it the  more difficult it was becoming to even put those thoughts together.  It  felt like trying to press two of the same poles of a magnet together;  the more he pushed, the more something resisted.  "Chuck...man...we've  gotta..." Nick felt his tongue run over his puffed lips.  He couldn't  stop staring at Chuck's widened shoulders, tapering waist, and the long,  thick hose pointing at him.  He dropped to his knees and wrapped his  softened lips around the other man, forming a vacuum seal.   
 

"Mmmm...yeah....yeeaaahh..." Chuck grunted, slowly pumping his hips.   He ran his fingers through Nick's lightened hair.  "Fuck dude...you're  so hot as a blonde..." he panted.  "Your fuckin' pussy mouth  is...fuuuuck...."   
 

Nick had never heard his friend talk like this in all the time he'd  known him.  He blushed at the "pussy mouth" comment but it only caused  him to go at his friend even harder until Chuck pulled away.   
 

"Ah-ah Nicky," he said, wagging a finger, "you're not getting out of  this that easy."  Chuck pushed Nick onto the bed face down.   
 

Nick couldn't believe how heavy his friend felt on top of him.  The  other man slid his mouth down to the inflated cheeks and spread them  wide with his hands before roughly working his tongue between them.   "Oooooohhhhhh!  Shi...shit...goooohhhh...." Nick's thickened fingers dug  into the bed as his body spasmed.  He'd never felt anything like this.   There had been a host of new pleasures the previous night, but they all  paled in comparison to what he was feeling now.  His bulky new body was  responding in an entirely different manner.   
 

"Someone likes getting eaten out," Chuck said when he finally lifted his head.   
 

"Don't...don't stop..." Nick begged.  "Please...don't stooooohhhhh!"   He actually screamed when Chuck went back to it.  His vision blurred  from the pleasure but he couldn't escape the sight of his reflection in  the mirror at the end of the bed.  He stared at his round, ruddy cheeks  and newly-lightened hair.  He didn't feel any of the shame he thought he  should.  Watching his meaty new pecs smashed together between his  flexing arms while he pursed his lips and screamed like a cat in heat  only turned him on.  When Chaz pulled his mouth away again he was  sweating and panting.  "Chuck...Chuck, man...this is..."
 

"Chuck?"  The other man sounded incredulous.  "Since when is my name Chuck?"   
 

Nick looked back over his shoulder at his friend.  "But you're..."
 

"Chaz.  I haven't been called Chuck since..." he trailed off,  looking confused.  The moment passed quickly and his cocky grin was back  before Nick could say anything.  "Are you just fucking with me, Nicky?"    
 

"What?  No!  Why do you keep calling me Nicky?"   
 

"Oh, I get it," Chaz said, running a finger around Nick's waiting hole.  "What's my name?"   
 

"Chuck...?  Ohhhhh..!"  Nick grunted when that finger slipped inside.  It was back out all too soon.   
 

"Nope," Chaz laughed, giving one of the huge cheeks a swat.  "What's my name?"
 

"Chu...Chaz?"  Nick was desperate for his friend to continue.   "Fuuuuuhhhh.....fuck...oh fuck..." his whole body tensed when Chaz stuck  his fingers back in.  The electric sensations washed back over him  until Chaz abruptly pulled away.   
 

"And your name?"   
 

Nick blushed.  He couldn't say it.  "Nick..." he stammered.  He  gasped when Chaz went back to toying with his hole.  After just being  worked like he had, it was torturous.   
 

"Not until you say it."   
 

"But...my name's Nick!  It's not...don't make meeeeee!"  He squealed  when Chaz pushed against his desperate hole.  He couldn't take it.   "Nick...y.  Nicky!"   
 

"There we go!"  Chaz was in position lightning fast.  Nick barely  registered him even moving before he felt the large cock pushing in.   "Keep saying it if you want me to keep going," Chaz said sternly.   
 

He started to pull out right away so Nick knew he wasn't kidding.   "Nicky," the beefy man said desperately as Chaz started pumping.  Nick  was mortified.  His name wasn't Nicky.  It was Nick.  Or Nicholas.   Never, ever Nicky.  Until Chaz stopped.  "Nicky!  Nicky!"  He screamed  as Chaz started pumping harder.  "Nicky....Nicky....Ni...cky..." He  moaned over and over.  His body was on fire.  His bulky new body rubbed  together in ways it never did before.  His huge, solid cock slapped up  against his stomach while he yelled his name over and over.  He didn't  even realize when it stopped sounding foreign in his brain.   "Nicky...Nicky...Nuuuuhhhhh!"  He exploded all over the bed.   
 

Chaz loved his friend's squeals.  He didn't know why Nicky was so  confused this morning.  Chuck?  He'd never gone by Chuck.  He slammed  into Nicky's plump cheeks  over and over, causing the bed to shake and  strain.  He knew how much the other man loved this.  Nicky was desperate  to be filled all the time.  Those meaty cheeks of his needed stuffing  multiple times a day and he loved being the one to stuff 'em.  He gave a  final push before spraying Nicky's insides.  "Better?"  He pumped a few  more times and pulled out, collapsing next to his friend on the bed.      
 

Nicky grinned, blushing.  "Yeah...much better," he purred, cuddling  up against the taller man.  He still felt uneasy about something; he  just couldn't put his finger on what.  Chaz didn't seem bothered by  anything.  Nicky stared at his friend for some sign but Chaz just smiled  sleepily.    
 

They finally pulled themselves out of bed.  Nicky blushed at the  feel of his thick new thighs rubbing together and the ample flesh of his  ass shifting with the slightest step.  He didn't know why that should  feel weird.  This is what he always looked like, wasn't it?    Chaz  didn't seem as concerned.  He happily stretched and scratched his  washboard stomach with a contented smile.  The dim, glassy look hadn't  left his eyes.  "Hey man, does something seem...I dunno...different this  morning?"   
 

Chaz looked down at his confused friend.  "Nope!"  He flexed an arm,  kissing his large new bicep.  "I'm still hot.  You're still hot.  Seems  normal to me."  Before Nicky could say anything there was a knock at  the door.   
 

"Dude, what're you...." he started to say when Chaz casually strolled over and opened it.   
 

"Morning fellas.  Mind if I come in?"  The man didn't wait for a  response before casually walking past Chaz.  The stranger was wearing  jeans and a button up gingham shirt with expensive looking shoes.  He  looked to be in his 40s, with a trim build and styled hair and  everything about him seemed to radiate control and authority.  Nicky  immediately noted how handsome he was, feeling confused by that  response.  Chaz just shut the door and stood silently.   
 

"Who are you?" Nicky finally asked as the man looked them up and down.  He seemed familiar some how.  
 

"Interesting.  It doesn't seem to have completely taken.  It looks  like it's working physically, but you remember, don't you?"  The man's  piercing blue eyes locked Nicky's.   
 

"Remember...?"  Nicky...Nick...felt his heart start racing.   
 

"You do," the man smiled coldly.  "If it's any consolation, you  weren't supposed to.  I can see how that would be traumatic.  Your  friend here seems to have adjusted."   
 

Nick backed away, the haze lifting.  He looked down at his altered  body and wanted to scream.  This wasn't him.  He didn't look like this.   "What...what'd you do to us?!"   
 

The man just sighed and shook his head.  "I could explain it, but  you won't remember anyway, so why waste the time?"  He shrugged.  "Come  here.  This might sting a little.  But I promise you won't worry about  much of anything after."   
 

Nick wanted to run, but his feet slowly started walking towards the  man.  "Chuck!  Help me man!"  Nick yelled when the man pulled out a long  needle.  He never got a response before the needle bit into his neck  and the world went black.   
 

***
 

"OOOOHHHHHH....." Nicky groaned and squirmed, bent over on the stage  as Chaz worked the long dildo in and out.  Around him the crowd  cheered, their lustful faces turning him on even more.  There were piles  of dollars on the ground around him, but he didn't know how much.  He  knew more was better, but the boss did the rest.  It's not like Chaz  would know either.  That was too hard for him, too.  He watched eagerly  as his partner pulled an older man up from the crowd.  The guy wasn't  much to look at but   Nicky didn't care who it was, he just wanted  someone to keep going.  He got his wish when the man picked up where  Chaz left off, working the silicone rod in and out.  Chaz came around  front and without needing prompting Nicky swallowed his friend's thick  cock.  The crowd went crazy when Chaz started fucking the beefy man's  mouth.  They both loved it.  The crowds came to see them every night,  seeming to grow larger as word of the two gorgeous studs spread.   Neither one of them could really remember what they did before the club,  but their memory wasn't so good.  They could barely remember the  previous morning.  Not that they cared.  Their nights were a blur of men  and sex until they passed out, woke up, and did it all over again the  next night.  They didn't even have to leave.  They slept in a small room  upstairs, never venturing outside the club unless the boss was taking  them to a private party.   
 

"OOOHHHHHH!"  Chaz flexed his arms behind his head and pulled his  cock free just in time to spray a torrent all over Nicky's face.  He  beamed and the crowd cheered as the impaled man tried to catch as much  of it as he could in his mouth.   
 

Nicky grinned at the crowd as the fluid dripped down his face,  wiggling his bouncing cheeks against the object sticking out of his  hungry hole as yet another stranger came up from the crowd to take a  turn.