Hand of Fate, pt. 1 (Patreon)

Tom stretched his arms and scooted further into the crevice.  “Almost.  Can you brace my legs for me?  I don’t want to slip in here.”  

“Uh, sure,” Ben said, hesitantly kneeling down and grabbing the back of his friend’s thighs.  This put him uncomfortably close to Tom’s tight rear, but it wasn’t as if he’d never seen it.  The small, thin jogging shorts they had on didn’t leave much to the imagination anyway.  He was more worried about what someone would think if they happened by and saw them tangled together.  They were off trail though, and Ben couldn’t resist.  With Tom wedged in the crevice, his friend was helpless to stop him when he reached over and tugged the back of his shorts down, exposing the small, hairy globes.  

Tom thrashed at the sudden breeze.  “Hey!  Come on, man!  You are such an asshole…” 

“What are you talking about,” Ben asked innocently.  “I’m totally not taking a picture of this right now.”  

“I swear I will murder you if you post that,” Tom grumbled.  

“You’re the one that interrupted our run so you could root around in some hole.”  

“I told you I saw something in here...and I’ve just about...got it!”  

Ben stood, leaving Tom’s shorts down, while the other man wormed back out of the small cave.  They were on a Sunday jog through the mountain foothills, a usual weekend activity, when Tom made them stop.  As they were passing one of the many small caves that peppered the region, Tom said he saw something shiny catch his eye.  Sure enough, when Tom stood, blushing and pulling up the back of his tiny shorts, he held a small, ornately decorated box in his hands.  “What the hell is that?”  

“Finders keepers!” Tom said, turning away from Ben when his friend reached for the wooden box.  “I don’t know what it is...I saw the light shine off one of these metal clasps.  I think the lid is...stuck…” Tom’s lean arms flexed and strained as he tried to pull the lid open.  

“Alright, weakling, let me give it a shot.”  

“Fuck you!”  Tom laughed, aiming a punch at Ben’s equally lean arm.  They’d both been runners their entire lives, and it showed.  They’d met during a track meet in high school and had kept at it through college, and hadn’t slacked in the few years since graduation.  If anything, now that they both had full time desk jobs, they were even more dedicated, leaving both of their long, lean frames covered in wiry, defined muscle.  If it wasn’t for their different complexions, they could have passed as brothers.  As it was, Ben, with his sandy blonde hair, smooth skin and perpetual tan, looked nothing like the raven haired, olive skinned Tom with his light coating of body hair and dark features. .  “I think...I’ve just….about...got it…!”  With a final grunt the lid came loose, sending a small, glinting object flying at Ben.  

Ben’s flailing hands caught the small piece of metal as it bounced off his chest.  It was a small brass medallion about the size of his palm.  The metal had been worked into the shape of a hand with fingers outstretched and was covered in intricate carvings.  In the middle of the hand was what looked like an eye, with a crimson gemstone for the iris.  “What the hell is this…” 

Tom snatched it out of his friend’s grip and inspected it in the light.  “I’ve seen something like this before…”

“At the hippy store in the mall, right?  What are they called? A hansa...hamsa...something?”  

Tom nodded.  “Yeah...I think they’re good luck.”  

Ben laughed and shivered, his bare torso breaking out in goosebumps.  “Whatever man...that thing creeps me out.  How the hell did it even get out here?”  

Tom had no idea.  They were well off the established trail.  They liked the rougher terrain because it was a better workout, but they didn’t usually run across anyone else.  It was possible that someone left it, but the box was unweathered, meaning it couldn’t have been there long. “Who knows? Maybe someone left it out here as part of some hippy garbage? I guess it’s mine now.”  

***********

Tom had inspected the hand the entire way back to their apartment.  Ben didn’t want anything to do with it, so of course Tom kept poking his friend’s bare thigh or exposed side with it over and over until the other man threatened to throw it out of the moving vehicle.  

He reluctantly put it aside when they got home. They downed their protein shakes and ate some lunch before cleaning up.  Tom let Ben shower first, resisting the urge to hide the medallion in his friend’s towel.  The blonde man had an odd look on his face when he came out of the bathroom, and by the time Tom was showered and dressed he could tell that something was going on.  

He came out of his room at the same time as Ben, only his friend was shirtless and had a pair of pants on that were still open at the waist.  “Uh, havin’ a hard time there?”  

“I can’t get them shut!”  Ben nodded down at the red lump bulging out of his open jeans.  The tight denim grabbed the pouch and he watched his friend’s stuffed bulge bounce as the other man tried to tug the straining fabric shut.  “See?  What the fuck?!”  

“So you shrunk your jeans...just get another pair.”  Tom credited Ben’s shrunken pants with making his friend’s package look bigger than it normally did.  

“I didn’t shrink anything!”  Ben kept tugging on the jeans while he spoke, his heavy balls and outlined hose continuing to jerk up and down.  “These are the baggiest pair I own.  None of my others would even get this close to fitting.” 

“That’s what you get for wearing those annoying skinny jeans,” Tom shrugged. 

Ben fumed. “I just wore these two days ago and haven’t washed them yet!  They should be loose!”  

Tom watched Ben pull at his pants in frustration until he saw his friend’s bouncing bulge twitch.  There was a distant look on the other man’s face, as if he wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing.  “Okay, well they clearly don’t, so you don’t need to keep trying,” he finally said, putting a hand on Ben’s bare arm to stop him.  

Ben shook his head and blushed.  He rubbed his face with both hands, giving Tom the opportunity to look him over.  His friend’s flexing arms looked bigger.  His whole upper body did.  His shoulders seemed broader than than they should have been and his abs looked more pronounced.  “Sorry,” Ben sighed, letting his hands drop.  “But how the fuck do I outgrow all of my clothes overnight?  Even my shirts won’t button.”  He peeled his jeans down and kicked them free, his strong thighs shaking with the motion.  He seemed oblivious to the half-hard cock tenting out his briefs.  “Guess I’m wearing my gym shorts today…” 

Tom watched his friend lumber off, equally confused.  As impossible as it seemed, Ben really was bigger.  Watching him walk away, Tom could clearly see that his back and shoulders were broader, and the two large mounds of his ass were almost hanging out of his briefs.  He’d never paid that close attention before, but Tom had seen Ben in his underwear enough times to know how it should have fit. 

“Jesus...even these are tight…” Ben came back into the room a few minutes later, tugging at the clinging gym shorts.  The mesh material was tight around his thighs, and if anything only accentuated the large bulge lumping out between them.  When he turned around, both round, solid cheeks strained against the back.  “Could I really be getting bigger?”  He spread his arms and looked down at himself with a shocked grin.  

“If you are, at least it’s not fat you’re gaining,” Tom said, trying not to look at the prominent cock that was clearly outlined under the tight shorts.  

The inflating blonde inspected himself for another few minutes before giving Tom an awkward smile. “Fuck it I guess,” he finally shrugged and walked over to flop down on the couch.  

While the shirtless man sat in front of the TV, Tom started researching the medallion they’d found.  He tried to reverse image search a picture of it, and while he could find similar versions, he didn’t find any that had the same strange markings on it that his did.  It was definitely a hamsa hand in shape, but that’s where the similarities ended. The ones he found online had swirls and flourishes and other markings that were clearly decorative.  He didn’t know why, but he was sure the markings on the one they’d found were some kind of writing.  Their sharp angles and the way they were grouped together made it seem like a language, just not one he’d ever seen or could find any trace of.  

The style of medallion was Northern African in origin, so he started there.  After a few fruitless hours of searching he couldn’t find anything that matched the markings.  And then there was the stone itself.  It was a deep, crimson red that was somehow warm to the touch.  The gem sat in the middle of the eye like an iris, and wasn’t faceted like a cut piece of stone meant for jewelry.  It was perfectly rounded and smooth.  For something that was supposed to ward off evil, the longer Tom held it and looked at it, the more uncomfortable he became.  

Since he couldn’t get anywhere researching the medallion, he switched over to the box.  It was a simple wooden cube with a hinged top and a latch.  Given the relatively intact state of the wood, Tom figured it couldn’t have been out in the elements for long, and yet he couldn’t figure out how it made its way into the small cave.  Did someone drop it and an animal drug it inside?  Unlikely, he thought.  Did it get kicked in?  Also unlikely, as they were off-trail, and the odds of someone dropping and then kicking a box into a random crevice seemed slim.  And how had they even seen it?  The sky was overcast that day, yet the brass clasps, somehow untarnished from the elements, had shone like a flare to attract their attention.  

Tom sighed and put the medallion back in the box.  The fruitless searching and hours of staring at his laptop were giving him a headache.  He leaned back in his chair and stretched his lean arms above him, turning to look over at Ben who was still slumped in the corner of the couch.  His eyes traveled along his friend’s broader shoulders as he tried to piece together what was happening.  Something in his gut told him that the hand was responsible. He felt ridiculous even thinking it, but the evidence couldn’t be denied. Somehow Ben was growing. Just the top of his shoulders were noticeably bigger. There was clearly more muscle there; he could see it flexing rhythmically.  

The thought made him pause.  It was just Ben’s left shoulder that was flexing in a slow, repetitive manner.  He got up as quietly as possible and crept over, stifling a gasp at what he saw.  Ben’s half-hard cock was now at full mast in his shorts, and the shirtless man was kneading it absentmindedly while staring blankly at the TV.  A large damp spot had formed at the end of the long, wide cock and was quickly spreading to soak the front of his shorts.  

Tom was stunned.  So much about what he was seeing seemed wrong.  He’d never known his relatively uptight friend to act even remotely like this.  Ben had a distant, half-grin on his face while he worked himself through his shorts, as though he were oblivious.  And then there was his body.  Ben’s flexing arm was considerably larger than it had been just earlier that day. There was no mistaking it.  It wasn’t swollen, either, but was somehow covered in defined muscle.  

Tom didn’t know what to do. Part of him felt like he should give his friend privacy, but at the same time he was more than a little concerned by the uncharacteristic behavior.  This meant that he stood and watched his friend jerk himself off for much longer than anticipated.  When it finally occurred to him what he was doing he blushed and cleared his throat.  

“Uh, dude,” he said gently.  Ben dropped his head back on the couch and rolled it to look over at Tom, his smile growing when he saw the other man.  Tom watched his friend look him up and down slowly, with a corresponding increase in the frequency of his moving arm.  “What, uh, what’re you doin’ over there?”  

Ben blinked a few times, like he had to think about it.  His grin faltered and his eyes narrowed.  “I’m...oh...oh!  Shit!”  His face turned bright red as if he was just made aware of his actions.  “What the fuck am I dooooOOOHHH…” he broke off, his whole body tensing.  There was a momentary pause before his back arched and he groaned loudly, trailing off into a series of short, sharp gasps.  “UUUUNNnggguuu...uh...uh...uh..” 

Tom turned as red as his spasming friend.  It was like he’d broken some kind of spell and had pulled the stopper out that was holding Ben back.  The look of horrified embarrassment and absolute pleasure on the handsome blonde’s shocked face as he came filled him with a confusing mix of emotions.  He watched the dampness spread over the front of Ben’s shorts before the fabric was so soaked that the seemingly endless stream eventually pumped through in short, powerful bursts.  When he was finally done, the blushing, panting Ben looked like he’d gone swimming in them.  Tom waited for his addled friend to catch his breath.  “You...you okay?” he finally asked. 

“What the hell was that?!”  Ben looked down at his sopping lower half in disgust.  He wiped at a puddle of the sticky liquid and stared with wide eyes at his glistening palm.  

“Isn’t it obvious,” Tom laughed, trying to lighten the mood.  

“Yeah, but I mean...why did I just...ugh…” Ben hopped up from the now-damp spot on the couch and blushed even harder at the copious liquid he felt running down his legs.  “This is so gross!  I’ve never blown like that in my life!”  Without hesitating, he reached down and worked the wet shorts and underwear down his legs, kicking free of them with a sigh of relief that only lasted until he looked up and saw Tom’s shocked look.  His eyes alternated between his own softening cock that was now on display, and his friend’s blushing face.  He felt like there was something he should be doing, but all he could manage was to look back and forth, his hands hanging uselessly at his sides.  

“Uh, why don’t you go clean yourself up,” Tom finally suggested.  

Ben nodded eagerly, as if it hadn’t occurred to him. “Good idea!”  

Tom watched his friend scamper into the bathroom.  He was glad that the other man couldn’t see his expression when he got a look at Ben’s backside.  The normally small, toned cheeks had actually bounced as he hurried out of the room.  Ben hadn’t shut the door, and as Tom watched his friend give himself a makeshift hooker bath, there was no denying that the hefty hose being manhandled was much larger.  “How’re you feeling,” he asked, not bothering to try and look away.  After what he’d just watched, and was currently witnessing, discretion seemed pointless.  

“Good!” Ben said before thinking about it.  He looked over at Tom and again at himself while he wiped his heavy balls clean, as if a part of his brain knew he shouldn’t be doing this so openly. “I mean, I guess I feel kinda out of it, but not bad.  Just a little...foggy?”  He dried himself off and hung his towel back instead of covering himself.  

“Dude, you were right.  Your clothes didn’t shrink.  You’re definitely bigger.  Like, noticeably so.”  

Ben prodded at a pec that seemed to stick out farther and flexed an enlarged arm.  His dull grin came back.  “Right?  It’s not just me?”

Tom laughed nervously as his flexing friend came towards him.  They should have been the same size, with the same tight, lean builds, but Ben was quickly outgrowing him.  “No, it’s not just you.  I think we should...should...” Tom trailed off as a wave of dizziness swept over him.  Something about Ben’s increasingly muscled body standing only a few inches away hit him like a physical force.  He was going to say that they should call a doctor, but suddenly the idea seemed ludicrous.  His friend seemed okay, and what would they even say?  He shook his head and smiled.  “Sorry...lost my train of thought.”  

“S’okay,” Ben shrugged with a broad smile.  He reached over and tousled Tom’s hair before casually strolling past into the kitchen. 

Tom watched his friend standing naked for a moment in a daze.  His scalp tingled from the unaccustomed contact.  Ben wasn’t usually one for horsing around or unnecessary touching, but Tom hadn’t hated it.  “Are you planning on putting anything on,” he finally asked.  

Ben looked at himself for a long moment again before blushing.  “Oh!  Yeah...I probably should, huh?”  The scene from earlier repeated itself as Ben disappeared into his room, only to come back out a few minutes later in nothing but a small pair of light grey briefs.   

Tom was starting to feel like he was looking at a stranger.  Just the bit of muscle that the increasingly buff Ben had gained made his body look drastically different.  There was an increasingly inverted relationship between his waist and his shoulders.  His top half was pushing out, while his middle appeared to draw inward, before pushing out again at his inflated backside and thighs.  And then there was the stuffed, heavy bulge.  “So, uh, what’re you going to do about work tomorrow,” he asked, forcing his eyes up from Ben’s crotch.  The small set of sculpted pecs that greeted him didn’t make it any easier to focus.  

Ben cocked his head and pursed his lips.  “Oh.  Shit. I didn’t think about that.”  He looked down at himself and absently toyed with the waistband of his briefs.  

Tom watched as Ben’s attention seemed to shift from the topic at hand to the twitching bulge in his underwear.  “Dude!  Work!  Tomorrow!” he clapped, trying to prevent a repeat of what he’d just witnessed. 

Ben blushed and shook his head.  “Shit...yeah...sorry…” he took a deep breath and gave his friend a confused look.  “Jesus...I don’t know what’s up with me today.”  

“What about Mark?” Tom asked, referencing one of their upstairs neighbors they were friends with.  “He’s a bigger guy.  Just ask him if you can borrow something for a day or so until this all settles down.” 

“Do you think it will?  Settle down, I mean.”  

Tom squeezed Ben’s bare shoulder encouragingly.  “It’s got to, right? I’m sure it’ll be fine.”  

********

The next morning, Ben wasn’t so sure.  He’d made up a story about ruining his clothes in the wash and their friend Mark had been more than obliging in letting him borrow something to wear, but Ben didn’t like how it fit.  Mark was a beefy guy.  He was a former football player and was still built like a brick wall.  His clothes should have been huge on Ben.  But while it hung loose at his stomach, the bigger man’s shirt was already tight across Ben’s somehow growing pecs, and the pants weren’t much better.  They squeezed his widened thighs and inflated rear, and there was no hiding his growing bulge.  

Beyond the fit, just being in the clothes in the first place was irksome.  It was all the addled man could think about as he sat at his desk.  He hated how confined he felt and kept getting distracted by the sensation of the rubbing fabric.  It was as if his skin was becoming more sensitive as his body grew.  He tried to ignore it, but soon found he couldn’t focus on much of anything.  Daily tasks that should have been little more than muscle memory were taking all of his attention.  He forgot phone numbers and details that should have been ingrained.  The project he’d started working on just a few days prior seemed like it was written in a foreign language.  And everything kept getting tighter.  

The distracted hunk was finding that he couldn’t stay seated at his desk for more than a few minutes at a time before he had to get up and walk around again.  He heard his coworkers whisper and mutter as he would pass, but he didn’t listen to what they were saying.  His body was starting to demand all of his attention.  He’d been extra horny all day and it was just getting worse.  He was starting to wonder if he’d make it through the day without exploding.  

That question was answered for him.  After only a few minutes of shifting uncomfortably at his desk since his last promenade, he’d gotten up again to wander aimlessly through the office.  He was just about to finish his first lap when he heard his boss call his name.  

“Ben!”  

He turned to see his boss, a heavy set older man, glaring at him with a shocked look.  “Uh...yeah?”  He watched his boss look him up and down, blushing slightly.  In all the years he’d known the gruff older man, Ben had never seen him come close to looking embarrassed.  

“What do you think you’re doing, son?”  

Ben was confused.  “Sorry for wandering, I can’t seem to focus today…”

“I’m not talking about you taking a walk, I’m talking about THAT!”  

Ben followed his boss’s nodding head and looked down.  His stomach dropped at the sight of the obviously hard cock outlined in his pants and the growing damp spot at the tip.  He hadn’t even noticed and had apparently been walking around like that for some time.  “I...I don’t…” he stammered, gasping when he caught sight of his reflection in the window next to him.  He understood why his clothes seemed tighter when he saw the large pecs bulging out against the front of his shirt, and the beefy arms stretching the sleeves.  Though they felt looser than ever at his waist, his pants could hardly contain the two large globes he saw bubbling out at his back.  He swayed as he stared at the buff stranger, the sight filling him with a mix of lust and dread.  

He turned back to look at his boss just as it happened.  “I’m sorry...I don’t know what’s..what’s….UUUUUnnnnnggggggg…” Ben felt like his world was shattering as he came unexpectedly.  Part of him was fully aware that he’d just orgasmed unexpectedly while in full view of the entire office, and another part of him didn’t care at all.  This other part just liked how good it felt.  

“You should go,” his boss finally said quietly but in a tone that made it clear it wasn’t a request.  

“I...I’m sorry...I…” Ben stuttered as he felt the warm liquid spreading through his pants.  

“Go.  Now.” 

He hurried out the door, knowing he was leaving more than just a job behind.  He could practically feel his head emptying.  By the time he reached his car he’d almost forgotten where he was going, and by the time he pulled into the apartment parking lot he could barely remember his apartment number.  He wanted to text Tom, but every time he reached for his phone and picked it up, he couldn’t remember what he’d been doing.  He finally gave up and fell on the couch in a helpless heap of growing flesh. 

**********

Tom came home that afternoon to find a brief-clad Ben curled up on the couch.  The first thing he noticed was how much more mass his friend had put on.  Ben’s arms had officially gone from “built” to “large”, and his chest was bordering on “bulging” territory.  The second thing he noticed was that his friend appeared to have been crying.  

“Whoa, hey, what’s going on, man,” he said, dropping his bag and hurrying over to the couch.  In all the years he’d known him, he’d only ever seen his friend cry once, and then just barely.  He shifted Ben’s legs and gave the growing thighs a gentle pat as he sat down.  He almost laughed at the exaggeratedly pitiful look Ben gave him, but his friend lunged over and wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his head against his shoulder.  “Whoa! Uh…” 

“I got fired!”  Ben sobbed.  

“What? Why?”  Tom rubbed Ben’s broad back while his friend sniffled.  He was thrown by how Ben was acting, but he couldn’t deny that he liked the feeling of his friend’s strong body against him.  “It’s okay...take your time,” he said, leaning his head against the top of Ben’s like he was consoling a giant child.  

“I don’t...I don’t know what happened…” Ben finally said.  “I couldn’t think all morning.  I kept getting dis...dis...I couldn’t think!  My boss yelled at me ‘cause I didn’t turn in some dumb report and I kept trying but I...and then I…” the big man was struggling for words.  “I couldn’t help it!” he finally blurted.  “I was hard all morning.  I didn’t even know!  I was walking around  like that ‘til someone yelled at me ‘cause of the wet spot.  And then I...I didn’t even touch it!”  He pointed over at his discarded slacks and Tom saw the large, dried cum stain.  “I was standing there and it just happened!  Everyone started yelling and told me to get out and then I got a...a...letter thing…”  

“An email?”  

“Yeah! That!  It said I was fired!”  

“Oh man, I’m sorry,” Tom said, his heart racing.  Something was very wrong with his friend, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it.  While his body got bigger, it seemed like Ben’s brain was getting smaller.  He stroked the other man’s head, his fingers dancing through the sandy blonde hair.  “Who needs those guys anyway?  You’ll find another job.  I can take care of both of us in the meantime.”  

“You will?”  

“Of course!  What kind of question is that?”  This time it was Tom who gave Ben’s hair a rough tousle.  “What am I going to do, throw you out on the street?  Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, reaching over and pinching Ben’s ripped stomach.  Ben giggled and sniffed loudly, loosening his grip but keeping his head on his friend’s shoulder.  Tom tried not to think about the heavy forearm that was bearing down on his crotch when Ben let his arm drop.  “You’re, uh, looking pretty good, at least” Tom said awkwardly, finally breaking the silence.  

“It’s weird how small you feel,” Ben said, giving Tom’s lean frame a squeeze.  

“Hey!” Tom laughed defensively.  “I’m ‘toned’ not small.”  

“Smaller than me.”  Ben sat up and flexed an arm the size of Tom’s thigh.  Instead of being scared or concerned by this impossible growth, he grinned proudly.  “Oh! Check out what I can do now!”  He let his arm drop and started flexing his sculpted pecs, bouncing each one individually.  

“Not bad,” Tom stammered, unable to look away from the buff, giddy stranger his friend was becoming.  The man sitting next to him was starting to look like a bodybuilder.  Even Ben’s face was changing.  His features were sharpening while his lips inflated and his jaw took on a squared-off shape.  

Ben frowned. “Not bad?  Let’s see you do it!”  

“Whoa! Hey!”  Tom yelped when Ben quickly had half of his shirt unbuttoned.  He told himself he was just humoring his friend as the increasingly muscled man undid the rest and untucked it from his pants.  “What?  All the way?  Fine…” Tom sighed and leaned forward so Ben could work the shirt down his lean shoulders.  Brushing against Ben’s bare arms while he was stripped, Tom’s olive skin broke out in goosebumps when the shirt was pulled free and tossed aside.  

Already the size difference was incredible.  Just a few days ago their builds had been identical, but looking down at his small, defined pecs and slim arms, Tom could see just how much his friend had actually grown.  Ben was nearly twice his size and appeared to still be growing.  Tom also couldn’t help but notice his friend’s longer, solid cock straining his tight briefs and the large damp spot that was forming.  It was like Ben started oozing the second he got hard, which was becoming increasingly frequent.  

“That’s bigger too,” Ben said happily, following Tom’s gaze to his damp bulge.  Instead of being embarrassed, he puffed out his ample chest proudly.  

“I can see that,” Tom whistled.  Part of him was grateful to have a reason to stare, another part was telling him he shouldn’t have wanted to in the first place.  

“Alright, come on, let’s see you do it,” Ben said eagerly.  

Tom blushed.  “What?  You were serious?  Dude I don’t have the kind of…alright, alright,” he grinned bashfully at Ben’s pouting expression and flexed his toned pecs.  After a few futile attempts at making them bounce they both fell into a fit of laughter.  

Tom was glad that Ben’s mood seemed to have improved, but he was confused by his own reaction.  This was all starting to turn him on.  It didn’t feel like he was horsing around with his friend; it felt like they were flirting. 

 “What can I say,” he shrugged.  “You’ve got me beat….except for that,” he added, nodding toward Ben’s crotch.  “Whaaa…!” he yelped again when Ben’s hands shot forward and started undoing his pants.  “Dude!  You’ve gotta start asking before you just take people’s clothes off,” he laughed, but didn’t try to stop the other man.  “I mean, just ‘cause you want to run around in your underwear doesn’t mean everyone wants toooohh!  Uh, all of it again, huh,” Tom gasped when Ben grabbed his pants and underwear and tugged both down at the same time. 

“So, I, uh….” Tom stammered as he was stripped, his heart racing.  He and Ben watched his long cock twitch, bounce, and steadily hardened until it was standing straight up between them.  “This, uh, this is awkward…” 

Ben didn’t seem bothered.  He furrowed his brow while he watched his friend’s cock reach full mast before casually tugging his damp briefs down.  “I think I’m bigger…” 

“Whoooaaaa!”  Tom’s eyes went wide when Ben shifted and sat straddling his lap. He pressed their rigid poles together, wrapping a meaty fist around both.  Not only did his growing friend have half an inch on him in length, he was substantially thicker.  Tom was silently impressed.  He was just under seven inches himself, which meant Ben was nearly pushing eight.  He squirmed, an unintentional groan escaping his lips when he felt his cock slide against Ben’s cum-slick organ.  

“Yep!  I’m bigger!” Ben beamed, still holding on.  His plump pecs rose and fell steadily while Tom’s modest chest heaved.  He gave a quick tug and laughed at the shocked look on his friend’s face.  “What?  That feels good, right?”  He pumped again, his bigger hose starting to ooze even harder.  

“Yeah...it...it sure does…” Tom stammered.  “I’m just..not used to you...wanting to…” 

“Oh…” Ben said flatly, his expression going blank.  Something in Tom’s words resonated, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.  He thought it over, wondering why he ever wouldn’t want to do something that felt good.  In the end he decided it wasn’t important and gave another tug.  He loved Tom’s wide-eyed, shocked expression.  Despite his friend being smaller than him, he felt safe with Tom.  Just being around his friend made him happy, and he wanted to make the other man happy too.  

He started pumping steadily away, grinding his slick rod against his friend’s pulsing cock.  It only took a few steady strokes before he came.  He let out a high pitched moan and launched a torrent of sticky fluid straight into the air, both of them laughing as it spattered back down on each of them.  Despite the impressive release, he kept going.  His cock didn’t soften in the slightest, and after a few minutes he was back to oozing away.  

Tom couldn’t believe what was happening.  Not only was his up-until-now straight friend jerking them both off at the same time, he never could have anticipated how much he’d love it.  The sight of Ben’s powerful new body tensing just before unleashing the sticky explosion had turned him on more than anything in recent memory.  The look of ecstasy washing over Ben’s handsome face and the accompanying moan had nearly pushed Tom over the edge.  The man who’d just seemed so vulnerable suddenly seemed anything but.  His squirming, beefy body oozed masculinity.  It was overwhelming.  Tom wanted to feel all of it.  Ben’s inflated cheeks squishing against the tops of his thighs wasn’t enough.  While Ben pumped away he leaned forward and clutched both of his friend’s round, bulging pecs before mashing his lips against Ben’s.  He groaned against the warm tongue invading his mouth when he felt Ben wrap his free arm around him to hold him close.  

Tom started pumping his hips to work his cock harder against Ben’s strong hand and thick rod.  The tongue worming around in his mouth seemed to have become every bit as strong as the rest of his friend.  He could feel himself slipping.  Tom had never even entertained the idea of making out with another man, but now the thought of stopping was just as untenable.  Even when Ben came again, blasting both of their faces with his geyser of cum, Tom loved it.  

It was Ben who finally broke the kiss off.  They laughed at each other’s dripping faces as they caught their breath just long enough for Ben to push Tom flat on the couch.  

“MMmmmmm....” Tom moaned quietly and closed his eyes as Ben fell on top of him, working his mouth down his long neck.  He felt Ben’s heavy body slide lower and lower as his tongue explored his chest, then his abs, then his aching cock.  He was so out of it that Ben had his legs hoisted into the air before he even realized what was happening.  “What…what’re you...” he panted, opening his eyes just in time to see Ben lining himself up.  “Wait...hold onnNNNGGG!”  

Tom grunted and clutched at the couch.  He saw stars and the room started spinning as Ben worked his slick club inside.  His virgin hole felt like it was being ripped apart, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell his friend to stop.  The pain was both significant and, fortunately, short lived.  After a few moments Tom’s grunts of pain turned into gasps of pleasure.  “Ohhh...oh...fuck...oh fuck dude...holy shit…” he whimpered.  His cock slapped loudly against his abs while Ben plunged in and out.  He felt his friend cum, filling his insides, but still the other man kept going.  

He never looked away.  Ben’s eyes were locked with Tom’s the entire time.  While Tom’s blissful expression was tinged with confusion, Ben’s face was a mask of dull contentment.  It only changed when the big man came, which he somehow did again and again.  Tom could feel his friend’s copious output oozing out of him but Ben showed no signs of stopping.  Not that he wanted him to. 

“Fuckkkk...don’t stop...don’t stop...oh fuck...oh fuck…” Tom whimpered over and over.  When he finally came he actually screamed, a first for him, launching a stream of cum into his own open mouth as his untouched rod sprayed like a firehose.  He finally had to tell Ben to take a break when his spent cock was flopping uselessly and the other man’s iron rod was still going strong.  

“You can...you can finish out here...but I need a break…” he begged.  

“Fiiiiine,” Ben pouted, sticking out his lower lip as he pulled out and let Tom’s legs drop.  

Tom let out a sigh of relief and turned bright red when he felt how much liquid came pouring out of his battered hole once Ben removed his stopper of a cock.  Even after what he’d just experienced, the sight of Ben’s ripped body pumping away as it towered over him sent a surge of lust through Tom.  He squirmed under the sticky rain when Ben came again, hating himself for enjoying it so much.  

He tried to come up with a way of explaining what just happened, but he came up empty every time.  None of this made sense.  Ben’s growing body, his apparent loss of intelligence, his insane stamina; none of it should have been possible, and that wasn’t even considering their changing behaviors.  Part of Tom’s brain was telling him to run.  He could feel the unseen walls closing in around him.  “Ben...I think we...we…” his concern went unspoken at the sight of his friend’s flushed, beaming face.  

“That was fun!” Ben chirped excitedly.  

Tom watched his friend’s granite globes bounce as Ben scampered from view.  There would be no running.  It was too late, and he knew it.