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“Wait...I’m confused,” Hank laughed.  “You want to get jacked, but you don’t want to be around other guys lifting?”  

“No!” Kyle shook his head in frustration.  “It’s not that I don’t want to be around guys working out...I just can’t stand all those grunting meatheads.”  

“But you want to BE one of those meatheads.”  

“Not one of THOSE guys,” Kyle sighed.  It was perfectly clear in his fastidious mind and he was trying to make Hank understand.  “I want some gains, but those guys are animals.  I don’t want to feel like I’m spending my time in a barnyard.”  

“Then go to a different gym,” Hank shrugged.  

“I can barely afford the one I go to now.  I’d love to go somewhere else.”  

“So get a second job?”  

“Then I wouldn’t have time to go to the gym!”  Kyle rubbed his temples in an attempt to stave off the headache he could feel coming.  Hank just didn’t get it.  Most people didn’t, even the ones who’d known him for nearly twenty years like his friend.  Kyle wasn’t just a perfectionist; he was a perfectionist’s perfectionist.  His life was regimented from the time he got up in the morning until the time he went back to bed at night.  Strict diet, strict budget, strict workout routine.  

His discipline showed, too.  He had sharp, angular features beneath his full, wavy, dark hair.  His eyes were bright and analytical and there was always just the right amount of stubble covering his high, prominent cheekbones.  His face alone turned heads when he walked in the room, and the rest of his body was just as impressive.  He was a shredded work of art.  Each one of his carefully sculpted muscles was perfectly proportional.  His broad shoulders were equally developed, and his large biceps were the exact same size.  The, long, firm lumps of muscle that made up his pecs were mirror images, as were his rigid abs and cut obliques.  His round, perky ass was eye-catching without being too large, and his thighs were expansive but not so large he had difficulty with pants.  

Kyle could have had his pick of partners for the bedroom.  Men and women alike threw themselves at him, but he didn’t have time for that.  Hank always found it ironic that his friend was so busy working on himself that he never stopped to enjoy the benefits of his labor.  Now, feeling like he’d plateaued, Kyle was on the quest for additional size.  The only problem was that he couldn’t deal with the guys around him.  It was one thing when he was splitting his time between cardio and weights.  He could ignore the clanking and grunting and shirtless, sweaty torsos when he wasn’t spending his entire workout around them.  But now that his routine demanded that he spend most of his time in the stock yard it was unavoidable.  He’d become so desperate that he was turning to Hank for the impossible.  

Hank crossed his beefy arms over his own set of large pecs and cocked his head to the side.  He wasn’t as ripped as Kyle, but he had a thick, powerful build.  “So what is it you’re wanting me to do?”  

“Come on, man, don’t make me ask.”  

Hank laughed again.  “Dude, I’m not being difficult.  I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”  

“Magic.”  Kyle blushed as he said it, feeling ridiculous.  

Hank gave a few stunned blinks.  “I’m sorry, what?”  

“Don’t act like you don’t know.  How long have we been friends?  You’ve told me all about your family down in New Orleans and their bayou hoodoo.  Hell, I’ve seen you practice it on your own before.”  

“Yeah, to make good luck charms!  Dude, it was one thing to draw a few symbols and say a few prayers over our football equipment to help us win games back in the day.  That was just good ol’ fashion folk magic.  But this…” 

“Is it possible or not?”  

“How should I know?  If it was that easy to just conjure up whatever you wanted, don’t you think I’d have done it by now?”  

Kyle’s eyes narrowed.  “Haven’t you?  Don’t jerk me around, Hank.  We’re both a year out of  college and you’re already a step below an executive position while I’m still busting my ass on the ground floor.  You don’t go to the gym with me anymore but I don’t see you losing any of that,” Kyle said, nodding towards Hank’s straining t-shirt that was stretched tight over his well-muscled torso.  “I’ve always had your back and I always will.  I’m just asking...if there’s anything you can do…” 

Hank took a deep breath and let it out slowly, running one of his wide, rough hands through his hair.  He looked over at his flexing bicep with a twinge of guilt.  Kyle hadn’t been entirely wrong.  He’d goosed his workouts over the years with his family traditions, and he’d used his ancestral knowledge in other ways, too.  Better opportunities, better pay, better grades; while Kyle had been busting his tail, Hank had been able to coast his way through parties and women with things seemingly falling into his lap.  “Okay, look, there’s something you need to understand...this isn’t like a shopping list where you get to pick and choose exactly what you want.  It doesn’t work that way.  Things can go entirely off the rails in ways you don’t expect, and once you start, there’s no stopping until the spirits are done with you.  You have to be absolutely sure you want to take that chance.”  

“I’m sure!”  

Hank locked eyes and stared.  “You really don’t know what you’re asking, man.  Working something like this on someone else it creates a...connection.  I’m the one opening the door, so whatever comes through has to go right past me.  I could get caught up in its wake.”  

“If it’s too dangerous I won’t ask you to…” 

“No, it’s fine.  If it’ll make you happy...” Hank sighed, shaking his head.  He’d never been able to say no when Kyle pressed.  Part of him always felt bad for his uptight friend and he really did want to see him happy.  “The new moon is in two days...I’ll do it then.”  

**********

Kyle spent the next two days feeling entirely ridiculous.  He couldn’t believe that his desperation had gotten the better of him to the point where he asked one of his best friends to magic up a solution.  He’d always humored his friend, but despite what Hank said, Kyle never believed in any of it.  That all changed on the third morning.  

He’d tossed and turned all night.  He couldn’t remember his dreams, but he’d woken up several times drenched in sweat with his heart racing.  When he eventually gave up trying and kicked his legs over the side of his bed his first thought was that he was still dreaming.  

“What the fuck…” he gasped, staring down at himself.  He was covered in hair.  Chest, arms, stomach, legs; from the neck down he’d sprouted a coating of scrubby body hair.  Kyle had always been naturally smooth, and he kept what few patches of hair he did have trimmed.  He hopped off the bed and hurried to the mirror, blushing at the foreign sensation of the ample hair beneath his palms as he ran disbelieving hands over it.  He winced when he dropped his briefs and saw that the hair had spread over his taut bubble and was starting to make its way up his back.  “This can’t...no way…” he said over and over as he examined his naked reflection.  He finally grabbed his phone and texted a few picture to Hank.  “Shit...he can sleep through a tornado,” Kyle sighed, tossing his phone onto his bed.  He knew Hank wouldn’t respond until he woke up, which wouldn’t be for a few hours.  

He set about shaving himself clean while he waited, methodically trimming away the unwanted hair until he was smooth once again.  “That was weird…” he said as he toweled off.  He tossed the towel aside and gasped when he examined his reflection again.  He hadn’t noticed under all of the hair, but he looked bigger.  He flexed, noting that his pecs seemed larger and his shoulders and traps seemed thicker.  His arms were visibly larger too, with thickened top halves tapering down to his widened forearms.  “Holy shit!” He gave a shocked laugh as he jumped on the scale and saw that it read ten pounds heavier.  “No way...no way!”  

Kyle was elated as he got ready for work.  His tighter clothes were further proof that something really was happening.  He could barely button his fitted shirt over his chest, and his pants fit all wrong.  They were tight through the waist and thighs but felt bunchy around his feet.  He kept staring at his reflection all morning, surprised that just a few extra pounds could make such a noticeable difference.  The extra mass around his shoulders made his neck seem shorter under his tightened collars, but he didn’t worry about it.  It gave him a more rugged, masculine look, which he enjoyed.  

What he didn’t enjoy was the constant itching.  He scratched at himself all morning, itching from head to toe.  He thought it was just a result of all the shaving, until he looked down a few hours later and saw a patch of scrubby hairs on the backs of his hands.  “Shit!”  He popped the top buttons of his shirt and saw an fresh grouping of hairs at the base of his neck.  “Uh..okay...that’s not good.  Really, really not good…” he stammered.  Just as he reached for his phone to frantically text Hank, his friend finally responded.  

“Whoa!  Look at you, furry!”  Hank’s text read.  

Kyle’s shaking fingers made it hard to type.  “It grew back!”  

“What?”  

“I shaved it all off this morning but it already grew back!  What did you do?!”  

Kyle felt like hours passed as he watched the trio of dots cycle while Hank typed his response.  “I told you this isn’t an exact science.  I’ll come over after work and we can talk about this.  Just try and relax in the meantime.  It doesn’t look like it bothered you too much based on that pic LOL.”  

Kyle’s confusion turned to embarrassment when he looked again at the picture he’d sent.  He hadn’t paid any attention at the time, but he’d been rock hard.  His long, thick cock stood out rigidly from the dense patch of hair around it.  He couldn’t believe what he was looking at, or how he felt while he stared.  The hairy, naked man on screen oozed a primal kind of power that sent a thrill through Kyle at the thought that it was him.  He was displaying the very qualities he was complaining about in the guys at the gym, yet seeing them on himself, he started to view them with a different perspective.  This time he was entirely aware when he felt his cock twitch and harden in his tight pants.  The longer he looked at the picture, the less embarrassed and more turned on he felt.  

That rush of arousal had lasted all day.  It made for an interesting afternoon as Kyle stuck to his desk and did his best to hide the lump when he did have to get up.  By the time he got home, he was desperate.  He stripped out of his tight shirt before the door had even shut behind him and kicked off his ill-fitting shoes.  His pants and underwear were shucked together and left where they fell as he walked, stroking, into the other room.  

“Jesus…” he exhaled, staring at the burly, hairy stranger in the mirror.  All of the hair he’d shaved had grown back and then some.  Even the stubble on his cheeks was thick like he hadn’t shaved his face in days.  “This is crazy,” he said absentmindedly as he stroked a hand across his newly furry pecs while he pumped away.  He stopped toying with his tits and flexed, smiling despite himself when he saw that his arm was even bigger than it had been that morning.  The hair may have kept growing, but so did the muscle.  He gave a sudden grunt and sprayed, the thought of his growing body pushing him over the edge.  He splashed a stream onto the mirror and left it to trickle down when he heard his front door open.  

“Hey man, are you hooooooOOHH shit!”  Hank froze at the sight of his now-hairy friend, his mouth hanging open.  “You weren’t kidding!  Look at you...you didn’t mention how much you’d grown!”  

“Yeah, but what’s with the hair?!”  Kyle turned in a circle to give Hank a view of his expanding body and the carpet of hair that had grown over it, spreading down from his shoulders to join with the patch that had started spreading up from his ass that morning.  He blushed when he thought about his softening, still dripping cock but made no move to cover himself. 

Hank shook his head slowly, trying not to stare at the freshly pumped hose between his friend’s legs.  Even it looked larger.  “I don’t know.  Dude, I told you, this isn’t an exact science.  There could be unanticipated results.  I mean...wow…” he said, unable to look away.  It occurred to him that they had seemingly swapped roles.  He’d come straight from his office and was still wearing his suit and tie, while the normally fastidious Kyle was standing naked in a pile of the discarded clothes he’d left laying on the floor.  Hank was the one who strutted around in his underwear while he barely saw Kyle so much as shirtless, let alone naked.  It was his place that was a perpetual mess, but Kyle’s should have been nothing less than spotless at all times.  

“Okay, yeah, but what are we talking?  Are there things we should watch out...for…” Kyle trailed off, paling slightly as he took a step forward.  “Fuck!”  

“What?!”  Hank jumped, startled at Kyle’s sudden outburst.  “What are you...freaking...out...oh...OH!  Dude!  You’re…” 

“Shorter!”  Kyle took another step so that his furry pecs were brushing against Hank’s blazer.  They’d both always been the same height, standing just over six feet and looking eye-to-eye with each other.  Now, Kyle was looking at Hank’s chin.  “Fuck!  Fuck!”  

“Whoa, whoa, dude, don’t panic,” Hank said as calmly as he could.  He reached out and grabbed both of Kyle’s hairy new bowling ball shoulders.  “Freaking out won’t help.”  

“How tall am I?”  Kyle frantically ran over and grabbed a tape measure and a pencil from a drawer, shoving both of them at Hank.  “Dude, measure me!”  He straightened up against a door frame while Hank made a mark.  

“Uh...five-ten,” Hank said, reading the tape measure.  

“Three inches.  Three whole inches.”  

“Maybe it’s just because of the growth?  You HAVE gotten bigger.  That growth has to come from somewhere.”  

“You didn’t tell me it would make me shrink!”  

“I didn’t know either!” Hank said defensively.  “Have you weighed yourself?  How much bigger have you gotten?”  

“I did this morning.  I haven’t since I got home.”  Hank followed Kyle into his room, his eyes drifting to the now-large, shifting globes of his friend’s ass.  He looked up just in time to see the drying streaks of cum on Kyle’s mirror, unsure why he felt a tingling at the sight.  “Damn!  Another ten pounds,” Kyle said, his voice a mix of fear and excitement.  

“What’s that bring the total to?”  

“Twenty pounds.  Twenty pounds in a day.”  Kyle said, as if he hadn’t heard himself right.  

“And three inches in height.  That’s not such a bad trade off.”  

“Yeah, but what if it keeps going?  What did you do?!”

“I did what you wanted!  I asked the spirits to give you more muscle.”  

Kyle looked down at his hirsute, shorter body.  “And that’s all?”  

“Yes!”  Kyle nodded quickly.  “I mean, that and to make you happy.  But that’s a given!”  

“I don’t feel too happy right now,” Kyle said, his broadened shoulders slumping.  

“Look,” Hank said, stepping forward and throwing an arm around Kyle.  He stroked his friend’s enlarged, hairy bicep while he spoke.  “This has to run its course.  There’s nothing we can do about it now, so let’s not panic yet, alright?  How do you feel otherwise?”  

Kyle thought about it.  “Fine.  Good, actually.”  

“I can see that,” Hank laughed, nodding down to Kyle’s once again rigid cock.  

“Fuck!  Again?”  Kyle’s head fell back on his widened neck in frustration.  “I’ve been super horny all day.  I even jerked off just before you got here.”  

Hank decided against pointing out how odd it was that Kyle would so casually admit to something like that.  In all the years they’d known each other he’d never known the other man to be an exhibitionist.  They’d seen each other naked plenty of times, but always in a locker room setting, never just hanging out at home, at least on Kyle’s part.  “Uh, I don’t want to be weird, but did that get bigger,” Hank finally asked as an excuse for his lingering gaze.  

Kyle had a puzzled look on his face as he reached down and wrapped a hand around it.  He’d been so eager for release earlier that he hadn’t paid attention to how much thicker and longer it felt.  “Whoa!  Uh,” he laughed awkwardly, “yeah.  That’s bigger too.”  

“See?  Good news already.”  Hank let go of Kyle and took a step back when his friend didn’t let go of the solid rod.  “I’ll, uh, let you take care of that.”  Kyle blushed, but then nodded and smiled.  He didn’t notice Hank’s reflected face in the mirror when his friend positioned himself so that he could still see into the bathroom to watch.  

When Kyle came out of the room a few minutes later he’d pulled on a pair of briefs that should have been a perfect fit but looked much too small.  “Sorry about that,” he said, blushing.  

Hank actually felt his stomach flutter at the sight of Kyle’s bashful smile atop his brawny, hairy new body.  “No worries.  Better?”  

Kyle shrugged.  “For now.”  

Hank loosened his tie and popped the button of his collar.  “Look, why don’t I stay here until this is all said and done?  That way we can keep an eye on things.”  

“Yeah?”  Kyle looked visibly relieved.  “That would be great, actually.”  

“Perfect!  Alright...let me change outta this suit and then I’ll whip us up some food.  You just relax.  Cool if I borrow some clothes?”  

Kyle nodded and flopped onto the couch feeling oddly satisfied at the thought of Hank staying and taking care of him.  “Couldn’t find the clothes?”  Kyle laughed when Hank came back out in just his small red boxer briefs. 

“Eh, I mean, at this point, why bother?”  He looked down at the light dusting of hair that covered his exposed skin.  “Remember when I was the hairy one?”  

“You mean yesterday?”  Kyle’s laugh was missing any humor.  

“The good old days...before I’d seen your hard dick.  Twice.”  

“Hey, wait a second,” this time Kyle’s grin was authentic as he jumped up off the couch.  “I’m finally bigger than you, aren’t I?”  Hank had always been the more endowed of the two.  It was the one thing that no amount of work on Kyle’s part could change.  

“Dude!  Come on!”  Hank yelped when Kyle reached over and tugged the front of his underwear down.  

“Can’t really tell…” Kyle fished out his own thickened package while he kneaded his friend’s twitching hose.  

“What...Kyle...come on…” Hank gasped in surprise as he steadily hardened.  

Kyle’s rod shot forward like it was spring loaded.  He smiled as he examined them both, having at least half an inch on his friend.  “Ha!  I knew it!”  

“Happy now?”  A red faced Hank asked, his meaty chest rising and falling rapidly.  

“More like horny now,” Kyle whimpered.  They stood stiffly, neither one making a move to put themselves away.  “Hey...wait a second...you said you wanted me to be happy, right?”  

Hank blushed even harder at Kyle’s raised eyebrow.  “Yeah, but...I mean…” he stammered.  “What?  You want me to do something with that,” he asked, reaching out and giving Kyle’s thick pole a bounce.  

“It WOULD make me happy…” 

Hank couldn’t believe that he was even considering it.  “Really?  Since when?”  

“Since I’ve been horny constantly!”  Kyle’s expression was pained.  “But if you don’t want to…” 

“No, I didn’t say I...damnit…” Hank spat, flustered.  He reached towards Kyle, but the other man stopped him.  “What?  I thought you…” his eyes went wide when he followed Kyle’s downward gaze.  “Are you serious?  You want me to blow you?”  He didn’t even wait for his friend to respond before he dropped to his knees.  “You’re lucky I’m your friend,” he said before hesitantly swallowing Kyle’s thick, pulsing organ. 

Hank’s hands instinctively found their way to Kyle’s hairy, inflated cheeks.  Despite his protests, he was practically starving for his friend’s cock.  He’d never even contemplated blowing a guy before, but now he relished the sensation of the other man’s heavy, hairy thighs and thick bush against his face.  He didn’t know what he was doing, and his movements were awkward at best, but Kyle didn’t seem to mind.  The altered man moaned loudly and stroked Hank’s short hair with his widened fingers, gently urging his friend on.  

Hank took the direction he was given, swallowing more and more of Kyle’s cock until he’d somehow managed to fit almost the whole thing down his throat.  He alternated between working the man’s oozing snake and giving the hairy, heavy balls behind it a tongue bath.  He was in between the two when Kyle came without warning, spraying him full in the face with a torrent of warm, sticky fluid.  

“Oh...shit...sorry man…” Kyle half laughed, half panted.  “I should have warned you.”  

“You did that on purpose,” Hank laughed, hating how much he’d loved it.  

Kyle looked down with a smug grin and helped Hank to his feet.  “Maybe.”  

“Are you happy now?”  

“Getting there,” was all Kyle said before dropping to his knees and swallowing Hank.  The taller man groaned at the unexpected jolt he felt when Kyle’s bristled cheeks rub against his thighs.  He squirmed in his friend’s iron grip while the other man held him fast, not letting him pull away even if he’d wanted to.  All Hank could do was whimper and gasp, confused by what was happening.  He didn’t understand why either of them were behaving this way.  He knew it had something to do with the ritual he’d worked for Kyle, but something had clearly gone awry.  Staring down at the other man’s widened back and hairy shoulders, he almost didn’t recognize him.  Running his hands through Kyle’s hair felt equally strange, as the normally thick locks were short and thin.  

“Kyle...dude...I’m gonna…” Unlike his friend, Hank tried to give what warning he could before exploding into Kyle’s mouth.  His friend’s technique had been considerably better than his own, and Kyle swallowed all of the copious spray without spilling a drop.  

“That’s better,” Kyle said, wiping his dull grin as he stood.  He puffed out his growing, hairy pecs proudly before wrapping his ape-like arms around Hank and pressing him tight.  

Though he was the taller of the two, Hank felt small and weak in his friend’s meaty embrace.  He could still taste the lingering remains of his own load when Kyle lifted his head and kissed him roughly.  The shortened man’s thickened cock started twitching again already as Hank squirmed against the ever present hair on Kyle’s beefed up body.  

“Kyle...Kyle!”  Hank pulled his head away and managed to squirm out of the powerful grip.  “What are we doing?!”  He had to remind himself that the hairy brute in front of him was his friend.  Just since he’d arrived, Hank could see that Kyle had continued to change.  The man he looked at now bore no resemblance to his tall, handsome, precision-sculpted friend.  He was thicker and less defined all around, and, somehow, even hairier.  His face was also starting to change.  His features were becoming blunt and wide, as if someone had taken his head and squished it down.  Hank hadn’t just been imagining that Kyle’s hair felt thinner.  Instead of the perfectly styled mane he’d always had, Kyle’s hair was buzzed and receding, drawing attention to the increasing slope of his forehead.  

The altered man seemed oblivious.  His eyes had gone from bright and intelligent to dull and hungry.  “I don’t know!” he spat, rubbing a hand across his expanded muscle gut.  His increasingly stubby fingers played with the ample hair distractedly as his enlarged cock twitched back to full mast.  “I feel like I’m gonna fuckin’ explode!”  

Hank drew back from Kyle’s outburst, quivering unexpectedly at his friend’s deep voice.  “Okay...let me see if I can figure out what’s happening and maybe we can stop this.”  

Kyle shook his flattened head on what remained of his thick neck.  “I don’t wanna stop!  Now get over here.”  

Hank tried to keep his trembling body from obeying.  In his mind he knew he needed to get out of there, but something told him it was already too late.  His trembling wasn’t out of fear; it was out of anticipation.  His stomach fluttered when he walked over and saw that Kyle had dropped another few inches, his own cock twitching at the sight of the growing bald spot at the back of his friend’s head.  He somehow knew what was coming but didn’t resist when Kyle spun him around and shoved him against the couch.  In an instant, the other man was inside him.  The thick, dripping pole supplied its own lubrication as Kyle shoved himself in.  

Hank moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the dueling sensations of pain and ecstasy.  Kyle’s pounding rod felt like it would rip him in half, but Hank had never loved anything as much as he loved the feeling of his friend’s hairy gut bearing down on his back.  The room spun and his vision blurred from the intensity.  He heard himself whimpering and grunting as if from a distance, like his brain couldn’t process everything that it was feeling at once.  When his head finally cleared, all Hank felt was an encompassing lust.  Tidal waves of pleasure ran up and down his bouncing body as his friend’s probing rod made him feel things he never imagined possible.  He clutched at the couch and pressed his ass back, falling into rhythm.  

“Oh...oh god...what’s happening…” Hank’s eyes widened even further when he lifted his head again and saw Kyle’s apartment.  It was starting to change like his friend.  He should have been looking at a full bookshelf across the room, but instead all he saw was empty space.  Scattered piles of dirty laundry were peppered around the room and even the couch underneath him had changed from a stylish, modern design to a ratty, worn sofa that seemed older than both of them combined.  He wanted to turn and face his friend but he was locked in place by the pounding beast behind him.  Kyle’s grunts had grown deeper while the cock inside him felt larger and larger with each thrust.  The stomach against his back seemed wider than ever, filling Hank with a dreadful lust at the thought of what he’d see when he turned around.  

**********

“Come on man, I’m fuckin’ ready!” Kyle bellowed from the bedroom.  

“I’m coming!  I’m coming!”  Hank unbuttoned his shirt as he hurried into the room.  Kyle was always desperate by the time he got home, and if he wasn’t careful his friend would literally tear the clothes from him.  He kicked off his pants without breaking his stride and had his underwear around his ankles when he reached the bedroom.  His exposed cock went rock hard at the sight of the hairy mound of muscle on the bed.  

“You’re late,” Kyle grinned as Hank clambered on top of him, straddling his wide, furry torso.  Arms the size of Hank’s muscular thighs were flexed as much as they were able behind his squat, square head.  

“Traffic was killer today,” Hank sighed, kneading Kyle’s massive pecs.  His fingers disappeared beneath the forest of hair that covered the granite mounds as he leaned forward and worked his cock against Kyle’s lumpy, solid gut.  He kissed his friend’s flattened nose before mashing their mouths together.  

“Put that mouth somewhere else,” Kyle said gruffly.  

Hank grinned, loving when Kyle ordered him around.  “Here?”  He asked, attacking one of the hard, nubby nipples poking out through the hair on Kyle’s chest.  

Kyle groaned and squirmed, the bed creaking as he bucked his hips.  “Lower,” he barked, lifting his head as much as he could.  

Kyle’s transformation had stopped the day after their first encounter, but when it was over, the altered man was a totally different person, inside and out.  Gone was the tall, disciplined adonis with the analytical mind.  In his place was a gruff, hairy little beast of a man.  “Little” wasn’t entirely accurate.  Kyle had shrunk to just under five and a half feet in height, but he was almost as wide as he was tall.  He literally had to turn his stocky body to pass through doorways. His impossibly huge arms hung at an exaggerated angle from his broad back, making him seem even wider than he was.  Coupled with pecs the size of small children, Kyle found his range of motion severely limited.  Clapping was out, as were touching his toes and scratching his back.  The protruding beach ball of muscle that he called a stomach hindered him further, forever preventing him from looking down on his feet.  As large as it was, he could just barely make out the tip of his cock when it was at its hardest.  Reaching it was another matter, even thrust forward by the lack of space between his legs as it was.  Running was another thing of the past as Kyle could barely waddle on those same huge legs.  Muscle piled on muscle to the point where his knees could bend only slightly and his ass was the size of a hatchback.  

As they had that first night, his sharp, handsome features continued to morph until he had a blunted, puggish face that seemed to sit directly on his torso since his neck was almost entirely enveloped in muscle.  The hair on his head had thinned to the point where he was mostly bald, but the rest of his body more than made up for it.  Every inch of his skin from the eyebrows down was covered in a dense forest of hair so thick Hank would grab handfuls of it to hold on to while Kyle bucked and writhed like a bull beneath him.  

Hank knew that the old Kyle would be horrified by what he’d become, but that person was gone for good.  Magic, like water, takes the path of least resistance.  When Hank had wished for his friend to be “happy”, the simplest solution was to make it so that he physically couldn’t think or worry about as much.  Instead of the uptight, OCD man that he’d been, the new Kyle was an impulsive, physical creature.  He didn't order Hank around because he was purposely trying to be dominant.  He barked out orders because there was no filter between what his body wanted and his mouth said.  And what his body wanted was release.  The stocky wall of flesh was horny all the time, to the point where he was half-hard and oozing constantly.  Since his cock had thickened to the size of a soda can and was now pushing nine inches long, that made going out in public difficult at best.  Finding clothes that fit Kyle was a challenge to begin with, even more so when he’d soak through whatever he had on.  He’d become a hit at some of the more exotic bars in the area, and though the old Kyle would have been mortified at the thought of his brutish body being on display and pawed at, the new Kyle was just happy to get off.  

It made Hank jealous, but if it made the other man happy he’d go along with it.  He hadn’t escaped the feedback he’d been concerned about and was caught in the backlash when the world changed.  He was still the same built, handsome pretty boy that he had been, but now he and Kyle were much more than just friends.  They lived together, and he quickly discovered that it was his job to keep the hairy musclebeast happy.  In this new reality, Hank worked his same office job, but now he did it to support the two of them.  His friend had become his whole world.  Hank did the cooking and cleaning and laundry.  He scrubbed the other man clean every day and made sure the shortened Kyle could reach everything in the apartment.  He knew Kyle liked looking at his beefy build and would spend all his time naked at home.  The nudity served a practical purpose as well since Kyle wouldn’t let him keep clothes on for long before he needed release anyway.   

Unlike his friend, Hank remembered everything from before.  Part of his brain was still the straight ladies man he’d always been, leaving him with a constant feeling of embarrassment while he paraded around naked or jumped at the other man’s command.  Or, like now, when his face was buried in Kyle’s ample bush as he ran his tongue along the giant, heavy balls and massive, leaking tool.  Luckily for both of them, part of the changes to his own body had been the ability to accommodate Kyle’s gargantuan new endowment without tearing in half.  

That nagging feeling that he shouldn’t be doing any of this was drowned out when Kyle grunted.  “Get on there,” he commanded.  

Hank clambered up onto Kyle’s torso and slid backwards, easily impaling himself on the slick rod.  They both groaned loudly and started bucking, the first of many sessions they’d have that evening.  It was exhausting for Hank, but Kyle was happy, and that was all that mattered.