He stretched out on the couch in his boxer briefs and tank top, tossing and turning in a futile attempt to get comfortable. The room spun around him when he closed his eyes, leaving him feeling drunk and disoriented. He dozed in fitful intervals, dreaming of being crushed or buried as gravity itself seemingly increased its hold on him. In his scattered state, Ryan chalked up the unaccustomed creaking of the couch to his dreams. He fought for breath against the suffocating force, his meaty, furry chest rising and falling deeply in his slumber. His dreams had switched to quicksand, sucking and pulling him down deeper and deeper.
“Aaaagh!” Ryan jerked awake with a loud yelp. In his dreams the pressure had built and built until he’d finally felt a physical snap, causing him to bolt awake. He stared dizzily around the room as he caught his breath and tried to get his bearings. “Jesus...fuckin’ weird dreams,” he muttered, scratching at his hairy belly and letting his head drop back down. “Oww! Fuck!” Ryan winced when his head landed with a thud on the hard armrest. He shifted on the couch but froze mid-turn. “What the...hell…” He stared down in shock at the wide, hobbit feet that were pressed against the arm rest at the other end. He wiggled his toes against it just to make sure it was real. Given his short stature, Ryan should have been able to stretch his stocky frame out on the couch without touching both ends, but now he was in firm contact with each.
He swung his legs over and climbed to his feet. “Whoooaa…” he swayed unsteadily, feeling off balance and lightheaded as he looked around the room. It was subtle, but everything seemed slightly out of place. “What the fuck is going on…” he stammered, scratching again at his exposed abdomen. He tugged on the tank-top, thinking that it had just ridden up in his sleep, but the now-small garment wouldn’t budge. “Fuck!” Ryan tore his hand away like he’d been shocked. He stared down at the exposed patch of furry stomach between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his increasingly-tight underwear. The tank should have draped below his waist, but now it stopped above his belly button.
And it wasn’t just his shirt. Ryan tugged at the bottom of the boxer briefs that had ridden up his beefy thighs to the point where they were starting to look like regular briefs. The elastic was stretched near to breaking at his legs and his waist, and he could feel a breeze on the tops of his hairy cheeks from where it had ridden down in the back. Ryan told himself that the smaller bulge in front was due to the shrinking fabric as he lumbered into his bedroom.
The heavy, sluggish sensation of moving through water was starting to fade, but Ryan’s coordination was still off. He tripped over his feet more than once and bumped into walls and door frames. When he reached for his closet door, he overshot and jammed his hand roughly into the knob. “I can’t be...I mean...there’s no way I got taller…” he stammered as he pulled the door open to look at his reflection in the mirror on the back.
Ryan’s jaw fell open at what he saw. Looking at just his body with nothing to compare it to, he looked the same. His proportions hadn’t changed; he still had the same stocky build, the same handsome features, and he was still covered in a carpet of dark hair. When compared to the world around him, though, there was no denying that he’d grown. His tank-top looked two sizes too small, and his straining underwear was about to burst. Even the door itself pointed to his new size when Ryan noticed that the knob hit lower on his body than it should. It was the same with the dresser next to him and the bed behind him. Everything seemed smaller than it had been.
“No way…no way!” Ryan gave a drunken laugh, his confined cock twitching. He’d spent his whole life feeling smaller than everyone, and the thought that he was suddenly on their level was intoxicating. The sight of his burly body straining against clothing that was too small for once turned him on like nothing else. He fished his throbbing cock free and stroked it, staring at his reflection. He puffed his chest and stomach against the small shirt, laughing as he watched it strain. He did the same for his underwear, bouncing and flexing his rotund cheeks until there was a loud rip and a large tear formed between the hairy globes.
“This is insane!” Ryan was elated as he casually grabbed the underwear and tore them from his expanding body like paper. He’d been strong at his previous size and his muscles had clearly grown to keep up with his new height. He was starting to look like a powerlifter with his thick muscles and widening frame. If he’d been “stocky” before, now he was officially “burly.”
He wrapped a meaty fist around his bobbing pole and paused mid-stroke. His rigid cock was the one part of him that didn’t seem to keep up with the impossible growth spurt. With his changing frame of reference he couldn’t be sure, but his girthy hose looked smaller. He tugged on it and squeezed his furry balls as if he was checking a fruit for ripeness instead of going for the measuring tape. He was too caught up in what he was feeling to focus on anything else for long. He turned from the mirror and kept tugging as he wandered around his room, comparing himself against every piece of furniture. He did the same for the rest of his apartment, walking and jerking until he’d stood next to everything he could find. He saved his bed for last, laughing out loud at the creaking sound it made when he dropped onto it.
“Oh fuck yes!” he exclaimed triumphantly at how small the formerly vast queen bed felt. “This is so nuts! I’m like...I’m like Nate size!” Ryan groaned at the mental image of his large, muscular friend, overwhelmed by a sudden desire to see him. His expanding skin tingled at the thought of Nate’s touch and Ryan’s pumping became more vigorous.
If he hadn’t been so distracted, Ryan would have questioned his unaccustomed eagerness. Nate was a good lay when he didn’t have any other options, but his mouth had never watered at the thought of the other man before. Now, all Ryan wanted was to compare his growing body against his friend’s to see who was bigger. With a loud grunt he finally came, thinking of the tattooed giant the entire time.
As soon as he’d stopped spurting, Ryan almost frantically struggled to get dressed. He knew that Nate should still be at the shop if he got there soon. In his haste it never occurred to him to simply text his friend that he was coming, since Ryan’s attention was entirely consumed by trying to get dressed. His largest pair of boxer briefs had the same precarious hold as his shredded ones, but his pants were another story. The normally baggy jeans were skin-tight and far too short. The bottoms traveled well up his calves and he was unable to button them shut, but the tightness at least kept them in place. Something in Ryan’s brain told him he shouldn’t be leaving the house dressed as he was, but his body ignored that part entirely as he raced to his car.
He barely made it to the shop. What should have been a routine drive turned into several wrong turns, complete with running redlights and near collisions. Ryan didn’t understand it. He should have been able to make the drive in his sleep, but it was all he could do to keep the car moving. Instead of ingrained muscle memory from years of driving, his brain was overloaded with all the simultaneous tasks it needed to perform behind the wheel. It was pure luck that he arrived at all, let alone in one piece.
“Uh, hey big guy,” Chad laughed when he looked up and saw Ryan walk dazedly through the door in his ill-fitting clothes. He hopped up from his work station and clapped the now-tall man on a hairy shoulder. “You okay?” he asked, shooting Eric a look to go get Nate.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m...fine…” Ryan stammered. The six foot Chad should have been taller than him, yet Ryan found himself looking down at the other man. He wasn’t just taller; his broad, furry body dwarfed the lean artist.
“Hey! ‘Sup bud?” Ryan felt his knees go weak at the sight of his smiling, tattooed friend as Nate came over. He had on a loose muscle shirt but was naked from the waist down save for a pair of cross trainers. Ryan’s eyes immediately dropped to his friend’s rigid, exposed pole while Nate looked him up and down. “What are you wearing,” the sculpted man asked with an exasperated laugh.
Ryan opened his mouth but was too shocked to speak. Nate should have towered over him, both in height and build. He should have been able to pick Ryan up and carry him if he’d wanted, but now Ryan found himself looking the 6’4” man directly in the eye. Even their bulk was similar. Nate may have been smooth and sculpted where Ryan was furry and meaty, but both were equally broad and imposing.
“Did you get confused again?” Nate asked gently. “How did you even get here?”
His friend’s condescending tone didn’t register. “I...drove?” he said, finally finding his voice.
Nate looked genuinely surprised. “You what?!” He went over to the door and looked out, but the only cars in the parking lot belonged to the three men who worked there. “I dunno man...I don’t see any other cars out here.”
Ryan lumbered over and saw the same, confused as to why he thought he should have a car out there. He couldn’t drive, could he? “Oh...umm...I dunno…” he shrugged his heavy shoulders with an awkward laugh. “I wanted to see you.”
“We’ve talked about this, bud. Let me know and I can come to you,” the tattooed giant sighed. “But since you’re here…” Nate winked and nodded for Ryan to follow him back to his room, fully aware that the furry hulk’s gaze was glued to his bare, shifting cheeks. “Alright...let’s get you outta these clothes,” Nate said, shaking his head as he struggled to get the tank top off Ryan’s inflated, barrel torso. “Where did you even find these? I’m surprised you managed to get these jeans...on...at all…” Nate grunted, tugging the skin-tight denim free.
“I had them at home…” Ryan said, the memory suddenly hazy.
“Did you accidentally take someone else’s from work? Or did some guy leave them there?” Nate sighed when he looked at Ryan’s confused expression. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, giving Ryan’s furry cheeks a slap as he removed the confining boxer briefs. “There we go!”
Ryan let out a dull giggle at being free from the restricting clothes. He gave his bearish body a shake, his cock twitching and hardening immediately. “That’s...better…” he said absently, looking down at himself. Something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Nate solved the problem for him. “So what’re we doing? You giving me this,” he said, swallowing Ryan’s entire package in one large hand, “or did you want to go for a ride?”
“I...uh…” Ryan’s heart started racing. When Nate pulled his hand away it finally registered that the solid, three inch nub between his round thighs was very wrong. He should have had a thick hose and heavy balls equal to his friend, not a squat little poker that looked even more miniscule on his enlarged body. He looked over at the mirror and saw the two of them, his immense new size all the more apparent compared to the gym built hulk. Ryan didn’t know how to feel. He’d always made up for his lack of height with the size between his legs, but now that he could go toe-to-toe with any guy in terms of height and build, he was still the smallest guy in the room.
“Both?” Nate asked with a cocky grin, misinterpreting Ryan’s pause as indecision. He slowly peeled off the muscle shirt, flexing his tight abs and bulging pecs in the process. “Well...since you came all the way down here…”
Ryan moaned when Nate leaned in and started kissing his neck. His arms reflexively reached over to wrap around his friend’s trim waist while his hands dropped to the round, solid globes. Every inch of his expanded body was on fire. He pressed himself tight against his friend, not knowing why. When he’d utilized Nate’s services before, it was always utilitarian. Nate could get him off, but in the back of his mind he could never fully overlook the fact that his friend was a guy. Any port in a storm, he’d told himself. A hole was a hole when you’re desperate. But there had never been any kissing, and certainly never any groping. And it had never felt like this.
Ryan’s pudgy little cock was throbbing painfully by the time he climbed on top of Nate’s prone frame. He loved the sensation of his friend’s strong thighs on his shoulders as he hefted the other man’s legs into the air and worked himself in.
“OOHHHHhhh….there it is…” Nate groaned, his sharp features twisted by pleasure. “Fuuuck...fuck yes...give it to me…” the tattooed stud writhed and whined while Ryan pumped away like it was the best fucking of his life. In truth, he could barely feel it. His friend’s tiny rod barely penetrated, let alone reach where it needed to. At least the ample hair on Ryan’s furry gut felt good as it tickled the underside of his own massive rod. He made sure his beefy friend never knew he was faking. Nate knew that Ryan wasn’t smart enough to figure it out on his own, and he was a professional, after all. He let out a high pitched, voice cracking moan that caused Ryean to beam with pride before pulling his friend’s face down to plant a rough kiss. “You wanna switch?”
Ryan nodded eagerly and slid back, letting Nate’s legs drop. They swapped spots so that the hairy man was on his back while Nate deftly lined himself up. There was a small voice in Ryan’s brain screaming at him that all of this was wrong. His body, Nate’s body, his foggy head, their actions; none of it was right. The realization, and the accompanying rush of horror, lasted only as long as it took for Nate to slide inside. “UUUUUUNNNNNNnnhhhhhh!” Ryan arched his back and bellowed, his world narrowing to the bliss-giving organ sliding in and out of him. He couldn’t remember what he’d just been worried about and he didn’t care. His only concern was that the man on top of him keep going. “Oh yeah...ohhhh yeahh...uh...uh…” he grunted wildly while Nate smiled down at him. His small cock oozed steadily against his hairy belly but he wasn’t bothered by its size anymore. His world had opened up to include avenues of pleasure that didn’t even involve it, so why should he care?
Nate was relieved as he watched Ryan’s expression take on its usual look of dim contentment. He’d been worried ever since his bear of a friend arrived. Ryan wasn’t smart enough and couldn’t focus long enough to be worried by much of anything, so he couldn’t figure out what was going on. He was still a little curious about where Ryan got the clothes, or why he thought he could drive. It wouldn’t be the first time some guy had taken advantage him. He also knew that Ryan got confused sometimes, though, so anything was possible. He and Chris tried to keep an eye on him, but he was starting to wonder if they should think about talking him into moving in with one of them. He got into trouble when he was left on his own. “How ya doin’ buddy,” he asked, alternating between quick jabs that caused Ryan’s beefy pecs to bounce, and long, slow thrusts.
“I’m gonna...I’m gonna…” Ryan panted, wide eyed. Nate grinned and gave a deep jab, causing Ryan to gasp and shudder as his tiny cock spurted wildly.
“There’s my guy,” Nate purred, bucking softly until every drop had sprayed out of his friend.
Ryan sighed and stretched as Nate pulled out. “Did you…?”
Nate shook his head, kicking his legs over the side and sitting on the edge. “Nah...but it’s not important. You did, and that’s what counts.”
“I wanna see!” Ryan sat up next to him and wrapped a meaty paw around Nate’s permanently solid rod. He loved how big it felt in his hand, unlike his own tiny member.
“You don’t have...haha...okay then…” Nate sat back, his powerful triceps flexing under his weight while Ryan pumped him. He was already close, so it didn’t take long before his mammoth hose erupted. He couldn’t help but smile at Ryan’s simple laughter as his friend almost amazedly watched the impressive geyser. “Alright bud, I think you got it,” he said, guiding Ryan’s hand away. “Thanks for that.” He gave Ryan a peck on the top of the head and cleaned the furry man up. When he and the room were wiped up, he pulled Ryan to his feet and handed him the muscle shirt he’d been wearing earlier. “That should fit better. You can wear these, too,” he said, following it up with a bright jock. Ryan pulled them both on, loving how his thick torso spilled out around the muscle shirt and not even batting an eye at the loose, floppy pouch of the jock. “I don’t have much in the way of pants, but I think someone left some...here we are!”
“Do I have to?” Ryan waited for Nate’s stern nod before he pulled on the offered track pants. They were tight, but not like the jeans had been.
“Alright, it’s time for us to close up for the night. Go talk to Eric and Chad while I close up in here and I’ll give you a ride, okay?” Nate gave Ryan a swat on his full rear and sent him out into the shop, wondering what they were going to do with the big man.
********
“I don’t know why you’re so upset. He always wanted to be bigger.”
Braden barely registered the man’s voice. His oozing cock hadn’t stopped and his buff body was covered from head to toe in a slimy film. On top of everything he’d seen, he felt like he was losing touch with reality altogether. Ryan hadn’t been the smartest of his friends, but watching the short man grow into a tiny-dicked brute had been horrifying. Nate’s involvement hadn’t helped, either. Seeing the two of them together made it seem, as impossible as it should have been, like the world really was being changed.
He shuddered when the man turned his attention back to him. “Don’t fade away on me yet. We’re still not done.” The note of mock concern adding menace to his voice.
“No...just...just stop...don’t…” his whimpers cut off when an image of Dave hiking through a patch of sunny woods appeared before them. He wished he could scream a warning to his friend, but he knew it was hopeless.
*********
Dave shivered, feeling suddenly like he was being watched. He froze and looked around, but couldn’t see or hear a sign of anyone else. He was miles from the nearest trail, so he didn’t expect to run across anyone else. The seclusion is why he specifically liked this spot. The river turned, forming a natural basin that was the perfect swimming hole. He’d run across it years ago while hunting and had been coming back ever since. The remoteness and beauty of the surroundings made it a perfect spot to bring ladies to when he was trying to get laid, and it was his go-to on days like today when he wanted to be by himself.
Convinced that he was alone, he stripped out of his t-shirt and kicked off his shoes. He let his shorts drop, stepping out of them and dipping his toes in the water while still in his grey briefs. If anyone had been watching, they would have admired the sight. Dave was of average height and naturally built, with rugged, handsome features. His brown hair was shaggy and unkempt, stopping just above his sparkling blue eyes. There was a constant stubble on his cheeks that obscured his full, soft lips while drawing attention to his prominent, square jaw. The stubble led down his long neck to his broad, lean shoulders and the strong arms that hung off them. Since he spent most of his time outside instead of in a gym, Dave wasn’t sculpted like some of his friends. He had a set of defined, eye-catching pecs above a firm, trim waist, and a matching pair of solid, hairy thighs. A perky bubble filled out the back of his briefs while a heavy bulge nestled in front. His skin had a constant tan from countless hours out in the sun and was covered in a smattering of dark brown hair. If he’d been on the west coast, he could have passed for a surfer.
In the wilds of New England, he spent his time hunting, fishing, and camping instead. Dave was never happier than when he was alone in the wilderness. He worked in a kitchen, so he was constantly crammed around other people in a tight space. His attempt at getting a degree in horticulture had only lasted two semesters. He didn’t have the patience for school. Instead, he had a job that paid the bills and spent as many of his off hours as he could in the wilderness that he loved.
It worked out for everyone. The woods in this part of the country were vast and full of secrets that, after decades of hiking them, he was still uncovering. Lately he’d even found some new spots that he and Braden could use when they wanted to have a “group outing” with some of the local girls.
Dave smiled at the thought and dropped his briefs. He closed his eyes, loving how the fresh air and sun felt on his naked body, before wading out into the river.
***** What happens to Dave? *****
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