Interactive: Campus Nights, ch. 4 (Patreon)

Landon stood in the doorway, arms folded across his firm pecs as he watched his two friends.  Mark was sprawled out on the couch while Grady flitted back and forth between cleaning the rec room and bringing the blonde stud more beer.  The fact that Grady was both cleaning and waiting on Mark would have been surprising by itself, but then there was his outfit to contend with.  

The wiry man had given his entire wardrobe a drastic overhaul.  Where Ethan had just stopped wearing clothing as much as he could, Grady had taken a more curated approach.  From what Landon could tell, his current outfit was some sort of bodysuit.  The stretchy, black material looked like a mix between a lingerie teddy and a wrestling singlet.  A pair of thin straps flowed over his trim shoulders, leaving his modest pecs and upper back mostly exposed.  While his stomach was covered, Grady’s firm abs were just about the only part of himself that were obscured from view.  The bodysuit left his toned, hairy legs and plump, round cheeks entirely on display as it wedged thong-like between them.  The front barely contained his hairy orbs and his cock was clearly visible snaking up and off to the side.  The revealing back left his recently acquired tattoos hanging out, the pair of images accentuating the way his ass bounced and shook when he walked.  Grady had already gone out and gotten another one, this time stamping his upper arm with a vintage looking, hula dancer.  Instead of the usual topless, cartoonish islan woman, Grady’s was a muscular caricature of a man in a grass skirt.  

Landon still did a double take whenever he saw him.  He wasn’t used to Grady’s stylish new hair any more than he was his friend’s new clothes, but it was more than that.  The way Grady carried himself felt different.  He used to be goofy and weird in a funny way.  Now he just felt weird in a way that made Landon uncomfortable.  He didn’t care what his friend did, but more and more he found himself staring at the other man’s usually-exposed rear and thinking how nice it looked.  

“Still bossing him around?”  Landon asked when he walked over to the couch.  He wasn’t surprised when he looked down and saw Mark stretched out in a long muscle shirt.  It draped down past the short man’s thighs, and Landon knew there was nothing on underneath.  Ever since the night Grady had shown up with his new look and had stripped Mark down in front of everyone, the blonde had been having a harder and harder time staying covered.  The stocky muscle man had never been the most modest, but it was a shift even for him.  

“He likes it,” Mark said, his lips curling into a smug grin.  “Seriously.  Ask him to do anything...anything...and he’ll do it.”  

Landon didn’t like the twinkle in Mark’s eyes when he said “anything.”  He had his suspicions that the two were hooking up.  Grady had taken to sleeping in Mark’s room, and he’d seen both of their feet in the same shower stall on more than one occasion.

“I, uh, I think I’m good,” Landon said, backing away as Grady sauntered over.  He had to force his eyes from the shifting globes that were made even more prominent in his tight suit.  

“Cleaning’s done,” Grady said, setting another beer on the coffee table in front of Mark.  “Now what?”  

“You’ve earned a break,” Mark said, his muscular body moving with surprising speed as he shifted and wrapped his sculpted arms around the other man.  Landon’s suspicions about Mark’s outfit were confirmed when the shirt lifted and he got a full view of his friend’s firm globes and swinging package as the two men wrestled on the couch.  

Landon backed out of the room.  He suddenly needed air.  The basement felt cramped and claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in.  He only made it to the top of the stairs before he ran into Ethan and had what remained of the wind knocked out of him.  

“Hey man,” the sandy haired hunk waved.  As had become his routine, all he had on was a bright purple jockstrap.  For someone who’d only ever worn shades of grey and black, the recent burst of color in Ethan’s wardrobe was almost as drastic a change as the clothing itself.  

Landon struggled to keep his composure.  “Hey,” he gave a quick nod and started to head up to the second floor, but something about Ethan made him stop in his tracks.  He turned back and stared at his friend, feeling like he was on the verge of a panic attack.  “Have...have you been working out?”  

Ethan laughed and shrugged, looking down at his bare, tanned skin.  “Not any more than usual.”  

Landon didn’t believe his eyes.  As someone who spent a good chunk of his free time lifting weights to bulk up his own body, his eye was trained to spot muscular development.  Add to that the fact that he’d become well acquainted with Ethan’s naked body, and there was no denying that his friend’s chest was significantly larger.  What should have been a set of solid pecs proportional to the rest of him were now large and bulging.  They hung heavily over Ethan’s tight stomach, large enough that he could see them bounce when the other man shrugged.  The ebony giant fell back against the door frame, his head spinning.  Even if Ethan had been working out, Landon knew there was no way he could have grown that much in such a short amount of time.  He was more sure than ever that something was happening to everyone; he just had no idea what.  

“Whoa!” Ethan reached out when he saw the other man sway.  “You okay?”  

Landon pulled away when Ethan stepped forward.  “Just...uh...came up the stairs too quick,” he said with a forced laugh.  He felt like he’d been punched in the gut when he watched Ethan walk out of the room and saw that a similar growth had taken place at his friend’s rear.  The small bubble had shot outwards, surpassing even bottom heavy Grady in its size.  “Okay...this isn’t...what the fuck…” 

Landon staggered back down the stairs, rubbing his aching temples.  It felt like a pressure was building inside his head, behind his eyes.  He’d never known what being in shock felt like before, but he had to guess this was close to it.  His breath was coming fast and shallow and his mind was racing a mile a minute while simultaneously refusing to settle on a single thought.  The only thing he could see in his mind’s eye was Ethan’s altered body, and it was the last thing he wanted to think about.  

“Hey, have you guys...seen...Ethan…” Landon froze in the doorway to the rec room, blinking rapidly in an attempt to see something other than what his eyes were telling him.  Grady’s upper half was rocking back and forth in rhythmic fashion.  The back of the couch obscured the lean man’s lower half, but his soft whimpers made clear what was happening.  All Landon could see of Mark were his thick forearms and wide hands traveling up and down Grady’s tight body while the hairy man writhed on his lap.  

Landon tried to tell himself that it was the shock that kept him rooted in place.  It was the surprise, like a car accident on the highway, that kept him gawking.  While part of that was true, he knew deep down that it didn’t explain why his cock went rock hard, or why he stood there rubbing it through his shorts while the blonde muscle man fucked Grady senseless.  He didn’t think either of the men noticed him standing there, but he also didn’t think that it would have made a difference.  He wasn’t even aware that he was doing it until he shuddered and came, soaking through his underwear and the front of his shorts while his ears rang with his friends’ lustful moaning.  

The release cleared his head enough to restore movement to his frozen legs.  He turned and bounded up the stairs to his room, slamming the door behind him.  He leaned against it, his broad chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.  He tore his cum-soaked clothes off in disgust, chucking them across the room and hating how turned on he still was.  His long, thick cock hung half-hard and eager, the image of Grady’s writhing body now competing with Ethan’s impossible chest and full rear.  

He paced the perimeter of his room, feeling trapped.  The tall man knew he needed to get out.  He needed to find Liam and get the two of them away from there before whatever was happening spread to them.  He hadn’t seen much of their burly roommate lately as the big man was spending more and more time away from the house, and when he was home he barely left his room.  Landon figured it was because of Ethan’s tormenting, but now he was starting to worry.  

“Yo, Landon, everything alright?  I heard you sprint down the hallway and then your door slam.”  

Still bottomless, the muscular giant spun to see Ethan standing in his doorway.  His friend had stopped knocking soon after he started changing his look, as though he thought everyone should be as uninhibited as he was becoming.  Landon’s instinct was to yell, but his irritation only lasted as long as it took for him to look at Ethan.  The handsome hunk had pulled on a pair of his small running shorts, and the extra covering accentuated his new growth instead of hiding it.  His inflated rear pulled the shorts tighter than ever, splitting them wide at the side and leaving nothing of his stuffed bulge to the imagination.  The expansion at his rear made his tight waist seem even smaller, especially considering how his torso now tapered outwards at his widening pecs.  It left him muscular and curvy all at the same time.  “I...I…” Landon could only stammer while his large cock rocketed to attention.  He looked down at it and back up at Ethan helplessly.  

“Haha, looks like you’re fine!” Ethan laughed, his eyes lingering on Landon’s long, meaty rod.  “If you’re cool, I’m gonna go for a run.”  

Landon followed Ethan out of his room and watched the other man hurry down the hallway, openly stroking his thick pole and licking his lips at the sight of the two bouncing, barely contained mounds at his friend’s back.  He was well aware of what he was doing; he just couldn’t stop.  He was mortified when Ethan looked back and saw him, but the sandy haired man’s charming grin only made him tug harder.  

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“Thanks for taking the time to meet with me, Dr. Willingham.  I’m Detective Peterson...I’m working the disappearance case of your colleague, Dr. Martin.”    

“Of course, of course,” Carter said as he stood and extended a hand across his desk, already sizing up the other man.  He’d given an initial statement, but he’d known it was only a matter of time before the authorities came around for more information.  It had taken longer than he anticipated, but sure enough, he’d returned from class to find the detective waiting outside his office.  He was glad that they approached him on campus instead of his home, as this way he didn’t need to worry about Randall being present and raising any suspicions.  As Carter’s hand closed around the detective’s he tried to get a read on the other man.  He looked to be a few years younger than himself, most likely in the back half of his thirties.  He was still fit, with a tall, strapping body straining against his tight button down, but his face was starting to show wrinkles and his short brown hair was receding.  “Has anyone turned up any leads?”  

Detective Peterson shook his head.  “We’re still working on it.  I’m trying to fill in some gaps in the timeline at the moment.  You said you hadn’t talked to him the evening he disappeared?  We pulled the phone records and saw that he placed several calls to your office that night in a short amount of time.  Do you have any idea why he’d be trying to reach you?”  

Carter’s face was a mask of calm as he shrugged.  “I’m sorry...we’re working on several projects together at the moment.  He could have been calling for any number of reasons.”  

“I’m glad you said that, actually.  We interviewed his office staff and they mentioned that he was working on a statue that you’d found, but in going through his office we didn’t find anything that fit the description.  I noticed in your statement you didn’t say anything about it.  Seems like a priceless artifact going missing would come up, yeah?  Do you happen to know where it is?”  

“No, but I wish I did.  Like you said, it’s one of a kind.”  Carter let a hint of irritation slip through.  “Still, it’s just a statue.  I was a little more concerned about my friend’s well being.  Look around,” he motioned to the shelves in his office, lined with all manner of artifacts.  “There’s no shortage of priceless around here.  You don’t think someone went after that and he…” 

“We don’t know what to think,” Detective Peterson sighed.  “Your professor friend’s car is still where he left it, and there’s no sign that he’s been home since he was last seen.  From everyone we’ve spoken with, this is entirely uncharacteristic behavior.  Add it all up and there’s room for concern.”  

Carter nodded gravely, as though sharing the detective’s line of thinking.  In reality he was formulating a plan for dealing with the other man.  It was clear the detective knew more than he let on, which meant he needed to be dealt with, and quickly.  Fortunately for Carter, the statue wasn’t the only source of power from which he could draw.  He answered a few more of the detective’s questions until the younger man seemed satisfied.  “Here, let me give you my card,” Carter said, ignoring the business cards in the holder on his desk and pulling one from his drawer.  He grabbed an ornate, antique pen and turned the card over, scribbling his home number and address on the back.  “This is my address and private number.  If you need to reach me, feel free to call any time.”  

They shook again and Carter watched the detective put the card in his wallet, just as he’d hoped.  Unlike the ones on his desk, he had a few that he saved for special occasions.  They were printed on specifically designed parchment and the pen held a ritually-infused ink.  It wasn’t the strongest charm, but it was enough to get started.  The longer the detective held it close to him, the stronger its effects.  

“One more thing to deal with,” Carter sighed in frustration.  Once he was confident the detective was truly gone he shut off his light and headed out to walk the campus as he’d been doing every night, searching for some sign of the statue’s influence.  “Time to get work.”  

***** What happens next? *****