“That won’t help,” the creature said gently, once again adopting the guise of the small, dapper man. “We’re already connected.” Braden gasped when ghostly images of his friends suddenly appeared around them. “See?” The creature examined each of them in turn until settling on front of the tall, broad tattooed man. “Quite a lot to work with here, isn’t there,” he said, looking Nate’s apparition up and down.
“Don’t...what are you going to do to them?” Braden moaned. His powerful frame strained to right itself, but it felt as if the very air was a solid mass holding him down.
The man shook his head slowly. “It’s not up to us. We’re just making the connection. They,” he gestured to the night sky, “will do the work.”
Braden watched him make a series of gestures with his hands. The images of the other three men faded while the sky above him seemed to blur. He started to feel like he was in a planetarium when the stars began to move and he found himself instead watching Nate in the shower at the gym. “Wait...when is this…” Braden asked, seeing daylight filtering in through the locker room skylights.
Again, the man just shrugged. “Could be yesterday...could be tomorrow. Time doesn’t work for them like it does for us.” He raised a long finger to his mouth, motioning for Braden to be silent. “Quiet, now. Let’s watch.”
**********
Nate quickly turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. His thoughts about the upcoming appointment with the hot redhead had gotten out of hand as his cock went from twitching to rock hard. The big man blushed as he toweled himself dry. He’d seen other guys get hard in the locker room. It was a natural occurrence sometimes, especially after a workout. It had just never happened to him before.
He walked back to his locker with the towel hanging in front of him. This left his powerful rear on display, but when he’d wrapped the towel around his waist there was no hiding the small tent formed by his rigid little poker. His meaty chest rose and fell slowly as he took deep breaths, trying, and failing, to get himself back under control. He finally let the towel drop and pulled his grey boxer briefs on as quickly as possible, with his jeans following right after. He winced as he shoved himself in, feeling grateful for the first time about his small endowment. There was a noticeable lump in the baggy jeans, but he could work with that. He slipped into his t-shirt and hoodie and headed for his car, slinging his gym bag in front of him to cover his tented pants.
“Ow! What the fuck is going on,” he grimaced in pain and squirmed in the driver’s seat as his aching cock was pinched and squished. He tried to find a comfortable position as he drove to the shop, but no matter how he sat his powerful thighs crowded out the persistent organ. The pain only got worse as he drove, and by the time he pulled into the shop’s parking lot he was desperate. Not knowing what else to do, Nate looked around to make sure no one was watching and undid his jeans. He fished his proud cock out and breathed a sigh of relief when the pain faded. Until he saw why it was pinching so badly in the first place. “Wha...what?” He gave a shocked laugh at the sight of the longer, thicker cock standing straight up from his open fly. It had grown by at least an inch in length and half as much in width. He gave it a quick poke, not believing what he was seeing. Sure enough, it was real.
Before he could examine himself further, the confused man was interrupted by a knock on his window. He jumped at the tapping and turned bright red when he saw his coworker Aaron looking in at him.
Nate froze in panic. He looked down at his exposed cock and back up at his friend without making any move to cover himself. Instead, he rolled the window down with an awkward grin.
“Hey dude,” Aaron said casually, as if Nate’s solid cock being on display was entirely normal.
“Uh...hey…” Nate stammered, red faced.
Aaron cocked his head to the side and looked the big man up and down, still saying nothing about Nate’s exposed state. “You okay? You’ve got a weird look on your face.”
It took Nate a second to process what he’d heard. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or concerned that Aaron hadn’t said anything about what he was seeing. The other man never got worked up about much, but surely the sight of his coworker’s hard dick in the parking lot should have warranted some kind of reaction. “Huh? Oh, yeah, no, I’m fine,” Nate said, instead of asking the hundred questions that were racing through his brain.
Aaron’s raised eyebrow gave the impression that he didn’t believe the bigger man, but he didn’t pursue it. “If you say so. Just wanted to give you the heads up that your appointment called and said they’d be a few minutes late. He got stuck in traffic.”
“That’s fine, it’ll give me time to get ready,” Nate said. He’d wanted to ask who called since his appointment was supposed to be a she, not a he, but his mouth had other ideas.
So did his body. Nate’s eyes went wide when he found himself opening his door and climbing out with his jeans still open and his growing dick still exposed. He didn’t even try to cover himself. He grabbed his shoulder bag out of the backseat and followed Aaron inside, his thick thighs holding his open jeans up while his solid, bobbing rocket led the way.
“Hey guys,” he waved to Chad and Eric, his other two coworkers, as he walked in.
“‘Sup,” Chad nodded, not looking up from the paper he was drawing on.
“You’re dressed up today,” Eric laughed when he looked at Nate’s open jeans.
“I...am?” Nate stammered when he looked down and saw that his exposed cock looked even bigger than it had a few minutes ago in the car.
“When was the last time you actually wore jeans?” Chad asked, finally looking up.
Nate’s heart started racing. Nothing about any of what was happening made sense. “I...uh...I dunno…” he said, leaving his three coworkers to exchange puzzled looks as he hurried into his room and shut the door. “This is insane! What the fuck is...going...on…” the big man trailed off when he realized that, even as he was trying to figure out what was happening, he was kicking his shoes off and had dropped his jeans. “Wait...where are my…” he gaped at his bare lower half. The boxer briefs he’d put on at the gym were nowhere to be seen, and his still-throbbing pole was continuing to push ever outward. He wrapped a hand around it and felt a mixture of horror and excitement at the way it filled his hand. He had to be close to seven inches now and his balls were inflating to match. He bent to check his discarded jeans for his underwear and heard his door click open.
“That’s more like it,” Chad said, slapping one of Nate’s bare cheeks as he came in the room. Nate shot upright, blushing at the thought that he’d just flashed his exposed hole to the other man. “Lookin’ for something?”
“Yeah, my underwear,” Nate said flatly.
“Well it’s not gonna be in there,” Chad said with a raised eyebrow. “This is the baseball guy coming in, right?” Nate watched Chad cross his room, noticing for the first time that it wasn’t set up how it should have been. None of his tattoo equipment was present. There was a small dresser, a cabinet, a large, padded table bigger than the one he used for tattooing, and a tall mirror. Chad opened one of the drawers and pulled out a bright orange jockstrap and handed it to him. “He’s a jock, right? He’ll probably be into that.”
Nate just stood there, pantsless and hard, staring at the jock. He’d never owned anything like it in his life, but it felt totally familiar in his large hands as he took it from his friend. He slid it up his thick, inked thighs and did his best to contain his now-huge, tenting rod. His inflated balls were visible though the sides when his new, eight inch cock pushed the pouch forward. He blushed at the sensation of the straps lifting and accentuating his already prominent, exposed ass.
Nate felt dizzy and whiplashed from the increasingly routine way the impossible scenario was starting to feel. He still didn’t understand why everyone was acting like this happened all the time. His thin coworker looked normal. Chad was clad in his standard tight t-shirt and skinny jeans, and Eric and Aaron had both appeared the same. It was just him that was different from what he could see.
Chad watched Nate slide the jock on like the big man was tying a pair of shoes. “You gotta check out this piece Eric is working on,” he said, nodding for Nate to follow him.
Nate tried to stop himself when he started back out onto the shop floor. His small, tight t-shirt rested on his bare, shifting cheeks, providing no coverage at all for his tented lower half. He started to wonder if he was having one of those nightmares where you’re pants-less or naked as he walked over to Eric and his client, his solid cock throbbing just inches from both of them.
“Check it out,” Eric said above the hum of the needle gun. Nate looked down at the intricate dragon being outlined between the shirtless man’s shoulder blades. The design was impressive, but Nate’s attention was more focused on the fit young man’s bare torso. He had a shaggy mop of blonde hair and trim, tapering sides that led to a small bubble in the back of his jeans. Nate’s cock throbbed at the sight.
“It’s, uh, great,” he said, confused and blushing as the man on the table turned his head to look up at him. The blonde flashed a wry grin that sent another pulse through Nate’s loins. The jock lost its precarious hold, letting his cock that was now closer to ten inches spring free. Instead of being horrified or repulsed, both men just laughed.
“Yeah, yeah, we know what you’re really interested in,” Eric said, rolling his eyes while the young man getting tattooed licked his lips at the sight of the muscular man’s bobbing pole. “You can schedule appointments with Nate here if you’re interested in that,” Eric said, giving Nate’s rod a squeeze as he pulled a glove off to change needles.
Nate gasped at Eric’s sudden fist on his cock. “Really?” The young man asked, an eager look in his eyes.
“Yep. Top, bottom, whatever you want, the big guy here can supply,” Eric said casually as he filled a series of small plastic cups with ink.
“I’ll have to remember that,” the man on the table said as the bell above the door rang.
Nate’s heart was racing as he tried to process what he heard. None of it made sense. He was an artist, not some kind of sex worker. Wasn’t he? He was having a hard enough time trying to wrap his brain around his lack of pants and somehow growing dick, and now this? He turned towards the door, mortified that yet another person was seeing him in his current state, and felt his stomach flutter. The sight of the lean young ginger sent a thrill through him and he grinned despite his confused fear.
“Hey big guy.” The redhead’s cheeks dimpled when he smiled back, his bright blue eyes wrinkling at the edges above his button nose.
Nate’s eyes instantly traveled down the man’s solid, built arms escaping out of his small t-shirt. “Hey Trav,” he said, nodding back towards his room. His body was on autopilot again as he let the young man enter and shut the door. “How’s it goin’ today?”
“It’s about to get a whole lot better,” was all the man said before throwing himself at Nate.
Despite his bigger size, Nate melted in Trav’s grip. His own meaty arms returned the embrace as he leaned in for a rough kiss. He hesitated. The sensation of another man’s tongue in his mouth jarred him back to his senses, and he thought about the short, redheaded woman with the big tits that he should have been tattooing.
As if he was reading Nate’s thoughts, Trav stepped back and peeled his shirt off to reveal a set of large, solid pecs above a ripped, washboard stomach. “Not used to seein’ you in a shirt,” he laughed, grabbing the bottom of Nate’s shirt to do the same.
The combination of the sculpted mounds with their smattering of red hair and Trav’s bright grin caused Nate to lose what little grip his former self had. He numbly raised his beefy arms and let the other man pull his shirt free.
“Jock’s a nice touch, though,” Trav purred, snapping one of the elastic straps. “Let me get a look at you.”
Nate broke into a series of flexing poses as he turned in a circle, pausing when Trav’s hands started massaging his meaty globes. The young man took his time, pressing against Nate’s broad back while he the other man’s thickened cock filled his hands. Nate gasped when Trav’s mouth worked its way across a broad shoulder and his hands drifted up to palm his granite pecs. He felt like he was losing control. He couldn’t stop himself when he turned in the other man’s grip and reached down to fumble with Trav’s jeans, his hands caressing the firm muscles of his stomach in the process.
Though he knew he’d never seen him before, the longer he was around the other man, the more memories started to form in Nate’s addled brain. He suddenly knew why Chad had referred to Trav as “the baseball guy.” He played for the local college and had come in for work one day. Nate remembered watching as Chad tattooed the tribal designs around Trav’s large biceps. Like the blonde he’d just seen, Nate had stared lustfully at the redhead’s tight, toned body while the other man had been just as captivated by his hulking, naked frame.
Nate shook his head at the thought, telling himself it was all wrong. He didn’t spend his time naked in the shop. He couldn’t. But even as he thought it, he started to doubt. Memories of his daily life started creeping in, and he was naked and hard in just about all of them. The shop, the gym, restaurants, parks, the mall; he saw himself casually strolling along with his meaty thighs and ample ass out for everyone to see. His impressive cock was hard all the time now, but that was just how the world worked.
“You still with me,” Trav panted, taking a break from giving Nate’s muscular chest a tongue bath when he felt the big man’s hands stop undoing his jeans.
“Yeah, so..sorry,” he gasped when one of his perky nipples was swallowed. He felt his monster rod start oozing when his hands slipped inside Trav’s tight briefs. He reluctantly pulled his chest away from the other man’s warm tongue so that he could drop to his knees. He slowly pulled the tight jeans and briefs down Trav’s toned thighs before his hands slid back up to swallow each of his small, solid cheeks.
The strange sense of deja vu kept growing as Nate pawed at Trav’s body. Not only did the lean, defined muscles feel familiar under his large, rough hands, Nate somehow knew exactly how to make the other man squirm. When he leaned in and started working Trav’s low hanging balls in his mouth, the salty, musky taste was at home on his tongue. He loved the silky bush against his face and the quiet moans when he finally swallowed Trav’s aching cock.
Nate swooned under another wave of confusion. He was entirely straight. He’d never messed around with a guy before, yet his head was filling with memories of man after man, both in the shop and out of it. When he thought back, the big man couldn’t remember ever being with a woman anymore, just like he couldn’t remember a time when his solid dick wasn’t on display.
He wrestled with his dueling thoughts while his head bobbed and his tongue worked expertly. He brought Trav to the brink time and again without letting him slip over the edge. Though his partners may have changed, one thing that remained the same was Nate’s skill when it came to sex. He let Trav’s long cock slip out of his mouth and spun the panting man around. His mouth watered as he spread the younger man’s small cheeks and attacked the eager hole with his tongue. Trav became a writhing, whimpering mass, his tiny waist swallowed by Nate’s strong hands. The redhead had the kind of body that Nate always envied: lean but built, with a small waist and a big dick. Now, he didn’t envy it, he lusted after it. He didn’t feel resentful looking at the lean, defined redhead; he felt hungry. The longer his face was buried between the pert cheeks, the more Nate felt himself slipping. He wasn’t fighting any of this anymore. He didn’t want to. His permanently hard cock was aching and oozing and he was itching for more.
“You just givin’ me a bath today or what,” Trav panted over his shoulder.
“Sorry,” Nate grinned, his hand sliding around to stroke the other man’s equally hard rod. “Guess I got caught up down here.” He gave Trav’s hole one more rough push with his tongue before standing and draping his beefy arms around the smaller man. Nate kissed Trav’s freckled neck while his hands ran up and down the ginger’s abs, his usual confidence starting to come back.
“Oh fuck big guy...I need it…” Trav whimpered, grinding his ass back against Nate’s ready cock. “Leave the jock on.” The tattooed giant bent Trav forward and guided the eager young man into position, sliding the now-huge club slowly inside. “OOOOHHHHhh….yesssss….” Trav hissed, letting out a series of gasps as Nate worked himself in. He was impressed that the smaller man was able to handle his size, but then again, he knew that’s why Trav paid him. He liked being topped by huge guys, and between his tall height, huge muscles, and lengthy endowment, they didn’t come much bigger than Nate.
The big man was back in his element. Each of his inked, ample muscles flexed and tensed while he expertly worked the grunting young stud on the end of his dick. Short jabs, long thrusts, quick pounding; he alternated between all of them until Trav was flat on his back, his toned thighs on Nate’s broad shoulders while his sculpted pecs bounced from the rough pounding he received. Nate knew this was his favorite. The young man’s impressive cock slapped uselessly against the auburn trail that ran down his stomach and his face twisted into masks of pleasure. He clutched wide-eyed at the vinyl table until finally arching his back and unleashing a stream of ropey fluid all over his heaving chest.
Nate didn’t stop. His hands were clamped onto Trav’s thighs, holding the dazed man in place. “How we doin’,” he asked with a smug smile.
“Do...do it…” Trav begged. Nate pulled out and let the other man’s legs drop onto the table. His old self surged to the surface when he wrapped a large fist around his cock and saw how big it really was. He had to have been over ten inches and was as thick as a beer bottle. As quickly as it seemed odd, everything felt like it was back to normal, and after a few pumps Nate groaned and sprayed all over the prone man. The look of pure satisfaction on the redhead’s dimpled face as he was showered filled Nate with a familiar sense of pride. “Oh...oh shit…” Trav finally laughed with a dazed smile. “That was fantastic as always.”
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Nate said, helping the other man sit up. The huge pole between his legs hadn’t softened in the slightest, but that no longer struck Nate as odd. None of it did. Helping Trav wipe up and then cleaning stray pools of cum in his room seemed perfectly normal. When he pulled on a cut off muscle shirt that left everything south of his belly button exposed and walked back out into the shop, he didn’t hesitate. He stood around and chatted with the guys and their clients like he always did. His ample behind, meaty, thick thighs, and huge, solid cock and inflated balls were proudly on display for everyone until his next appointment arrived.
By the end of the day, Nate didn’t even remember having any other kind of life. His days of hooking up with women and tattooing weren’t just things of the past; they’d never existed to begin with. He still spent his days lifting and working at the shop, only now he did so with considerably less on. And while Nate was still considered an artist, tattoos were no longer his medium, unless you counted the ones covering his well-muscled body. Now the art he perfected was bringing men pleasure. Whether he used his huge rod, ample rear, or powerful muscles, Nate spent his days getting paid to get men off, and his nights practicing his craft for free. It didn’t matter if the other men were gay or not. Nate had plenty of straight clients, and plenty of straight men put their hands on his bobbing rod when he was out in public. Something about him set him apart, making him desired by gay and straight men alike. He topped, he bottomed, he tied people up and was bound in turn; whatever the client wanted, he’d provide. And through it all, his enlarged cock never wavered or softened. No matter how often he got off, his huge, rigid pole stuck out and pointed the way in front of him. On the rare occasions when he would wear something on his lower half, it would always be open in the front to leave his obscenely large package unobstructed. No one ever questioned why it was seen as normal for the hung, hulking stud to do what he did; it was just accepted as the way things were. In fact, it would have been seen as crazy for someone to suggest that, at one time, Nate had been a clothes-wearing, smaller-dicked tattoo artist. Even people who’d known him for years couldn’t picture him regularly wearing pants, and they couldn’t picture anything other than the thick, heavy snake between his sturdy legs.
Nate certainly didn’t mind. His daily life wasn’t all that different from before, with a few key exceptions. Take away the pants and change what he actually did while he was at the shop, and his days weren’t all that different. True, he was strictly interested in men now, but as long as he was getting off it didn’t bother him. His love of fucking had been ramped up to another level entirely. His permanent hardness wasn’t just for show; he was horny constantly. More than the money, which was good on its own, the big man needed to get off as often as he did. It didn’t even occur to him anymore to be embarrassed. He loved people staring at his broad, brawny body, and if a stranger wanted to reach out and grab his girthy cock, he was happy to let them. Giving a taste for free was good for business, after all.
**********
Braden moaned, his head spinning. He’d just watched his friend go from a straight tattoo artist to a gay, impossibly hung rent boy who walked around with his hard dick always exposed and ready. Seeing his friend’s physical change was jarring enough, but then he’d spent what felt like hours watching his large friend fuck, or get fucked, by man after man. Braden didn’t know what seemed more impossible; the changes to Nate’s body or the thought of his friend putting another man’s dick in his mouth.
“What did you do to him…” Braden stammered when the visions faded.
The small, dapper man looked down at him with a broad grin. “Don’t look so concerned! Your friend didn’t seem to mind. Did you hear him with that last gentleman? Those whimpering moans sounded quite satisfied.”
Braden seethed. The last gentleman in question had ridden Nate like a bull, roughly fucking his burly friend until he’d sprayed like a fire hose. Despite the look of ecstasy on his friend’s sharp features, Braden couldn’t accept that Nate had liked it. “But...he’s not...you can’t!”
“I think we both know that I can.” The man reached down and patted one of Braden’s cum-covered pecs gently. The prone man’s cock still oozed a steady, seemingly endless stream. Braden’s skin crawled at the creatures touch. Though it looked like a finger, he’d felt a long, thin claw scrape against his chest. He whimpered and struggled against the invisible bonds as the man licked his finger clean. “Who should we visit next?”
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