Hidden Passages: Husband Edition (Patreon)

“Hon, do you have any idea how crazy this sounds?”  Trevor resumed his pacing.  He couldn’t seem to sit still.  Ever since Dylan had shown him the book he’d been alternating between nervously tapping his leg and wearing a track in the carpet.  His husband’s suggestion was impossible on the surface.  “You honestly believe that writing in a book will somehow change the world?  It’s insane.”  

Dylan tried to rub the frustration from his expression as he stared at the floor.  “Look, I know how it sounds.  I’m not an idiot.”  

Trevor stopped pacing.  “I didn’t mean to imply you were,” he sighed.  “But come on.  Why are we even fighting about this?”  

They’d been arguing for the better part of two hours.  Dylan had found the book a few days earlier under circumstances that he felt added credibility to his argument, but he’d sat on it for a few days before bringing anything up to his husband.  He knew how Trevor would react.  His analytical, engineer’s mind was concrete and matter-of-fact.  Trying to pitch the idea of a magic, reality altering book was going to be an uphill battle no matter what.  Based on what he’d read in the pages that had already been filled out, Dylan knew he didn’t actually need Trevor’s permission to try, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything to the man he loved without an all-clear first.  

Ever since he found it, Dylan couldn’t stop flipping through the pages.  If it was real, and his gut told him it was, there were a lot of guys who had very, very bad days.  Not all, but most of the passages seemed written out of anger or desperation.  Dylan was neither of those things, nor was he naive enough to believe in something as fantastic as magic, yet he couldn’t dismiss the possibility.  

It certainly wasn’t the book’s appearance that made him wonder.  It was a plain, brown leather volume.  Other than some scuffs, there were no markings on the cover or the spine.  Some of the language in the passages was archaic, which made the book seem old, but even that wasn’t reliable since the passages didn’t appear to flow in any chronological order.  There were early passages written in modern language with contemporary slang, followed by passages that sounded, and looked, like they’d been written a century prior.  

Dylan knew the simple explanation was that it was either written by a crazy person, or it was some art project that he’d stumbled across.  Both options would be interesting enough in their own right, but neither explained how he found it, and there was something about how the book felt that he couldn’t shake.  Whenever he picked it up there was a slight, almost static tingle in the air.  It ran up his arms, sending shivers through his entire body.  There was a weight to it.  Not a physical heaviness, but the kind of weight a dinosaur bone or Roman coin would have, like he was flipping through millenia whenever he turned a page.  There were times when his vision would blur and the writing would become unfamiliar, both in content and shape.  He saw languages he at least recognized, but other times the pages would be filled with markings that didn’t look like anything mankind had ever come up with.  

A part of his brain cautioned against using it at all.  He was well aware of the Monkey’s Paw risk that came with making wishes, but he was confident they could handle it.  Not all of the passages were fueled by anger, so he told himself it had to have worked out for some of the previous owners.  And if he wasn’t supposed to use it, how did that explain the way he found it?  He’d been hearing a scratching sound in the crawlspace above their bedroom.  Thinking they had mice, Dylan was up there setting out traps when he’d seen the corner of the book sticking out behind a loose patch of insulation.  It didn’t make sense.  Their townhouse was brand new.  They were the first people to ever live there, which ruled out a previous owner right off the bat.  It was possible that one of the workers could have left it, but there was a dated entry from after they’d moved in.  Since finding the book there’d been no more scratching and the traps never caught any mice. 

“We don’t have to do anything,” Dylan said as he sat back in the chair and turned the book over in his hands.  “If you really don’t want to try this I’ll toss the book and we can forget all about it, okay?”  

Trevor stopped pacing but didn’t sit.  He always had a hard time saying no to Dylan.  As soon as the other man flashed his broad, dimpled smile it was already over.  “But if I say no, it means I’m admitting that I think this is real.  Which I still don’t,” he added quickly.  “I’ve gotta be honest...when we got married I never thought whether or not to use a magic book would be something we’d end up arguing over.”  He shook his head and stared down at Dylan’s tight, wiry frame, his stomach still fluttering after all these years.  

Dylan knew he’d already won.  “Just think about it though...with this you could have the body you always wanted.  We wouldn’t have to role play the jock thing anymore, we could live it.”  He could see Trevor’s resolve waning at the thought.  Pretending at being jock bros was their favorite foreplay.  Both men were slightly built, with tight, wiry frames covered in defined muscles.  Still in their mid-twenties, they had youth on their side, though their genetics worked against them.  No matter how much they tried, they couldn’t seem to bulk up.  And while neither of them were overtly feminine, people were never surprised when one of them would reference their husband.  Despite their fantasies, it seemed as though they were destined to remain a somewhat stereotypical gay couple.  They weren’t into sports or other typical “guy” interests, they kept a fastidious, well-furnished house, and their shoes were always the best in the room.  They were still head over heels for each other and had a life that many would have envied, but deep down they couldn’t help but wonder, Trevor especially, what life on the other side would be like.  

They would watch the beefy meatheads at the gym, their brawny bodies covered in baggy, mismatched workout gear and ratty cross-trainers, and try to imagine what happened when they left.  Once they’d strutted casually around the locker room and donned their jeans and t-shirts, did they go hang out with the boys at the bar and watch a game?  Did they go home and fuck their girlfriend in a messy, bare apartment?  Did they work in an office like Trevor and Dylan, or were they in a hands on field like mechanics or contractors?  Most of their friends were either gay men like themselves or straight women, so they gathered what information they could second hand, but now they had a chance to find out for themselves.  

“Okay,” Trevor finally sighed.  “If for no other reason than to prove you wrong, let’s give it a shot.  BUT...nothing major right off the bat.  Just in case.”  

“Yes!” Dylan couldn’t hide his elation as he flipped the book open, pen in hand.  “Okay...okay…” he muttered to himself as he looked Trevor up and down.  “Hmm...so what’re you thinking?”

Trevor’s face turned a bashful red.  He didn’t usually get embarrassed in front of his husband but this was new territory.  “Uh…” he gave a nervous laugh,” ...jesus...I don’t know...you pick something.”  The mischievous twinkle in Dylan’s eye as the other man started scribbling made him second guess his decision.  He held his breath until the pen stopped moving.  

Dylan looked at him expectantly as he set the book aside.  “Anything?”

Trevor shook his head.  “Sorry hon, I don’t feel...any…” he trailed off, his eyes going wide.  “Uh...what...what did you write in the book,” he asked, looking down.  Dylan was already staring at the front of his pants with an equally shocked expression on his face.  

“Are you serious!?”  Dylan reached forward and squeezed the larger bulge in Trevor’s tight chinos.  His shaking hands fumbled them open and both men gasped at the stuffed lump in Trevor’s small, blue briefs.  “It’s...it’s real…” Dylan said, tugging the briefs down and letting his husband’s heavy new monster flop free.  

Trevor’s mouth hung open in stunned silence as he watched his new equipment dangle between his lean legs.  He’d always been on the smaller side, at just over a thin five inches.  Now it looked like a large banana had been strapped to his crotch.  He reached for it slowly, gasping when he felt its very real heft in his hand.  It twitched and hardened quickly, extending to its full, wide eight inches.  “Holy shit,” he finally managed, looking back and forth between his massive new package and Dylan’s stunned face.  

“Holy shit,” Dylan echoed, his hand joining Trevor’s on the throbbing club.  

“Of course that’s the first thing you change,” Trevor said with a shocked laugh.  “You trying to tell me something?”  

“Hey, you know I was perfectly happy with your size.  You’re the one who always said you were jealous of the guys who had that long hang instead of being a grower.”  

“This thing is huge…” he said, whimpering slightly now that both of them were stroking the enlarged organ.  They stared at the altered package in silence as they kneaded the equally heavy balls.  

“So do we keep going,” Dylan asked, giving Trevor’s eager rod a long tug.  

Trevor’s breath came short and fast, his lean chest heaving and his heart racing.  Being presented with the option of living his fantasy life was too much to pass up.  His hesitation fled as he nodded.  “Yeah, but after this...after you write me in there, I get to write you in there,” he said, matching Dylan’s sly grin.  “I’m trusting you.”  

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Dylan said.  He started writing again, not even needing a moment to think about it.  He and Trevor had fantasized enough about this that he knew exactly what his husband would want.  The lean, thin man with the spindly arms and legs was about to become a meaty, barrel-chested stud.  He knew he needed to be careful.  They both wanted their personalities to change, but he didn’t want to inadvertently make his husband lose his intellect because he phrased something wrong.  They didn’t want to lose everything that made them who they were, they just wanted to tweak it a little.  “Okay...I think I got every...thing…” The book fell from Dylan’s limp hands, landing on the floor with a thud.  He’d looked up just as Trevor’s image blurred, like he was slightly out of focus with the rest of the world.  

The changes happened quickly.  In the blink of an eye, Trevor’s shirt and wiry torso were gone, replaced by a bare-chested slab of muscle.  The man who’d never had much of a chest suddenly sported two hairy, thick mounds that hung proudly between his broadened, bowling-ball shoulders.  His lanky arms were wide, muscular pistons, terminating in thick forearms and huge, rough hands.  His torso tapered only slightly, leading down to a firm, wide stomach that had lost its definition but had packed on considerably more muscle.  

The pants and briefs that had been at Trevor’s ankles were nowhere to be seen as his legs exploded with size.  Tiny thighs inflated like balloons until the massive quads pressed together and his calves were solid, rocky mounds above long, wide feet.  His huge new package looked slightly less impressive compared against his new size, but the same couldn’t be said for his rear.  Trevor had never managed to build much more than a small, perky bubble, but now his broad, burly back led down to a set of round, ample globes.  

Dylan had to crane his neck to see the changes to Trevor’s face as he shot up from 5’10” to 6’3”.  His husbands lean face had filled out, softening the sharp edges to his features.  His jaw was wider, and his prominent cheekbones were slightly less visible, while his lips looked fuller and his nose stood out a bit farther.  He still had his chocolate brown hair, but it was cut into a short fade.  He still looked like himself overall, but the fine details were different.  He sported a rough stubble on his usually smooth cheeks, and that stubble spread down to leave a slight, but noticeable coating over the rest of his beefy body.  His usually manicured nails were now cut short and rough on the ends of his widened, calloused fingers.  The new muscle wasn’t just for show.  Trevor’s palms were rough from lifting and his soft pale skin was weathered and tanned, as though he spent a lot of time shirtless in the sun.  

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”  Trevor bellowed in a deepend, booming voice.  He pawed at his strong, hairy chest and prodded his muscular new gut.  

Dylan went hard at the impossible sight of his now-thick husband flexing and groping his new body.  The deep voice alone nearly made him cum, and he felt his knees shake as he stood and found himself looking at Trevor’s chin instead of meeting his gaze.  “Are you...are you okay?”

“Fuck yeah I’m okay!” Trevor roared triumphantly.  “Look at me!”  He spread his granite arms wide and turned in a circle, reaching back to grab Dylan’s hand and place it on one of his huge new globes.  “Feel that! I’ve got an ass!”  

Dylan gasped at the feeling of the firm, hairy cheek against his palm.  “You...you sure do…”

“Dude...this is incredible…” Trevor laughed.  He turned and looked down at Dylan, chuckling when he noticed the size difference for the first time.  Without saying anything, he wrapped his heavy new arms around the smaller man and swallowed him in a bear hug.  He bent and planted a long, rough kiss, his huge hands traveling all over his husband’s tight, skinny body.  “Holy shit babe,” he panted when he finally broke off the kiss.  “Sorry I argued...you were right...this is fuckin’ insane…” 

Dylan was too overcome to respond.  The sensation of being swallowed in his husbands powerful new embrace was overwhelming in itself, but the kiss had sent him over the edge.  It was raw and passionate, unrestrained in a way he’d never felt from Trevor before.  The scratchy stubble and aggressive tongue made him swoon.  There was also the matter of his speech.  Already, Trevor sounded like a different person.  He’d said “fuck” more times in the past minute than he had in the past week, and Dylan couldn’t remember ever having been called “dude “or “babe” before.  “You...you’re...wow…” was all he could manage as he gazed up at Trevor’s sparkling brown eyes.  His husband’s hand felt huge as he stroked his hair and grinned down at him.  

“Sorry, this is probably a lot, huh?  How’re you doin’?”

The sudden tenderness from the masculine giant made Dylan’s knees go weaker than they already were.  It was all the proof he needed that the man he loved was still in there somewhere.  “I mean...I know this was my idea, but actually seeing it...it’s...wow…” he laughed, burying his face against Trevor’s bulging new pecs.  

“Tell me about it,” Trevor said as he stroked Dylan’s back, neither one of them able to wrap their heads around the new size difference.  “So, uh, I know it’s technically your turn, but, uh, do you maybe wannaaaahhh…!” Trevor was cut off when Dylan’s tongue started flicking one of his enlarged nipples.  

“Whoa!”  Dylan yelped when Trevor scooped him up unexpectedly and carried his lithe frame as though it weighed nothing.  He watched his husband beam from the display of his new-found strength and returned the hungry kiss when Trevor bent down.  He was almost disappointed when Trevor finally set him on the bed, until his husband climbed up and straddled him on all fours.  The large body looming above him radiated masculine power as Dylan’s hands roamed up and down the sturdy, flexing back while Trevor worked his tongue along his neck.  

“I wanna try something,” Trevor said right before he grabbed the neck of Dylan’s shirt and pulled.  The tight t-shirt shredded off the slender man’s body with a loud rip.  

“Hey!”  Dylan gasped in surprised lust.  He’d loved the way Trevor’s entire upper body had inflated momentarily as he tore the shirt free.  

“What?”  Trevor asked as his face dropped to Dylan’s exposed chest.  “It’s not like it was gonna fit soon anyway.”  

“Good...good point…” Dylan said, stroking Trevor’s shortened hair while his husband worked his way lower.  The sensation of Trevor’s strong jaw and scratchy stubble on his smooth skin made him squirm.  He wriggled free when Trevor’s thick fingers undid his pants and they both stared at his damp, tented briefs.  “You know you want to.”  

“Ha!”  Trevor gave a loud laugh as he ripped Dylan’s briefs free the way he had with the shirt.  

“MMMMmm….” Dylan groaned when his aching six incher was swallowed in Trevor’s widened grip.  His husbands normally soft palms were rough as he stroked, his cock feeling absolutely tiny by comparison.  “Ooohhh fuuuuck….” he sighed when Trevor replaced his hand with his mouth.  Dylan spasmed at the scratchy cheeks rubbing against his thighs and stared in wide eyed disbelief at the broad shouldered stud bobbing his head up and down on his dick.  Even the slightest movement of Trevor’s new body suggested restrained power, like he could erupt at any moment.  “Wait...wait…” he forced himself to say, struggling up onto his shoulders.  

Trevor lifted his head, a concerned look on his face.  “What?  Was I too rough?”  

“No, not at all...I just wanna explore the new you for a bit.”  He laughed as he was flung into the air when Trevor flung himself up onto the bed, his increased weight causing the mattress to bounce wildly. 

“Okay!” he said eagerly as he folded his giant arms behind his head.  

“I can’t get over how hot you are right now,” Dylan muttered as he climbed onto Trevor’s stomach, his legs spreading wide as he straddled his husband on his knees.  

“I know, right?”  

Dylan was already in love with the smug grin his husband had acquired. He reached down and tweaked both of Trevor’s nipples, laughing when he was lifted up off the bed by the other man’s squirming.  “Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” Dylan said, his hands massaging the hairy, muscular mounds.  He reached behind and stroked the large, oozing cock behind him.  “I didn’t really think this through...I’m not sure I can even fit this thing in my mouth.”  

Trevor raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.  “Only one way to find out.”

Dylan rotated around so that he was facing the twitching rod and bent, running his tongue along the inflated head.  His whole body vibrated from the deep moan that escaped Trevor’s lips when he swallowed as much of it as he could.  He felt his husband shifting beneath him, but his attention was focused on how much more Trevor’s new organ filled his mouth.  It wasn’t until he felt Trevor’s big hands spreading his cheeks that he even realized what was about to happen.  “MMMMM!”  He hummed desperately against the cock in his mouth when Trevor’s tongue started flitting against his hole.  His entire body lit up with pleasure while Trevor worked and he could feel himself oozing on his husband’s firm stomach.  “Oh shit...what...you were never into that before…” Dylan panted when it became more than he could manage to work Trevor at the same time.  His husband had never shown even the slightest interest in eating him out before.  

“I got an urge,” was all Trevor said, giving one of Dylan’s small cheeks a light slap.  

“Now...I’ve got...one...too…” Dylan grunted, clutching at the sheets while Trevor’s slick cock rubbed against the side of his face.  

“It’s not too big, is it?”  

Dylan spun around on Trevor’s expansive torso and worked himself backwards, mimicking his husband’s smug grin from earlier.  “Only one way to find out.”  

“OOOHhhhh fuuuuuck yeeeaaahhh…” Trevor sighed deeply as Dylan slowly lowered himself and took him in.  For the smaller man, the feeling of his husband’s huge new cock sliding inside was blissful agony.  His body was accustomed to the thin five inches, but he was quickly adapting to the bigger size.  “You okay,” Trevor asked, squeezing Dylan’s thigh.  “Tell me if I hurt you.”  

“I’m...good…” Dylan grunted, shifting his hips.  At his nod, the two fell into rhythm.  He rocked and swayed while Trevor bucked and pumped.  The feeling of Trevor’s huge hands holding onto his small waist, and the deep, moaning whimpers escaping his husband’s ecstatic mouth were enough to push Dylan over the edge.  He felt like he was riding a mechanical bull at a bar.  All of that barely restrained potential was unleashed by the writhing, muscular beast of a man.  In their most passionate moments, Dylan had never seen the look of pure, hungry lust that he now saw in Trevor’s eyes.  He only dimly heard himself moan as he came, soaking Trevor’s hairy new chest and stomach.  The big man just smiled and kept pumping until he erupted forcefully not long after.  Dylan’s eyes went wide at the amount of fluid he felt filling his insides as he leaned forward for a rough, long kiss. 

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Dylan lost track of how long they ended up going at it.  All he knew was that when they finally called it a night, the feeling of curling up against Trevor’s powerful new body, his heavy arm draped over him, was almost better than any of the sex had been.  As he slowly stirred the next morning, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept as soundly or as deeply.  

“Hey,” Trevor said, his deep new voice still groggy with sleep as he smiled down at the stirring Dylan.  

“Mmm…mornin’” Dylan rumbled back.  In his half-asleep state it took a moment before he noticed how his voice sounded.  It was deep and gravelly.  “Wait...what the…”  He rolled over onto his back and sat up, his jaw dropping when he looked down at himself.  Like Trevor, his lean, skinny body was gone.  He found himself looking down at a set of bulging, shelf-like pecs that sat on top of an enlarged, muscular stomach.  He raised his hands and saw a set of wide, rough palms that led up to a matched pair of round, beefy arms.  “Did you…?”

“Surprise!”  

Dylan threw the sheet aside and scrambled out of bed, stumbling on his thick new legs.  As with his husband the day before, a half-hard monster wagged between them as he made his way over to the mirror.  “Fuck!  Is that me?!”  Dylan stared at the stranger reflected back.  He was nearly as broad as he was tall, covered from head to toe in burly, lumpy muscle.  As captivated as he was by his acquired mass, the first thing he noticed was his face.  Unlike Trevor, he still had his sharp, lean features.  If anything, his lips looked fuller than they had been, and his nose was almost small and button-like.  The pretty features were a sharp contrast to the stocky body that he sported from the neck down, made all the more noticeable by the bright shock of short blonde hair. “You made me blonde?!  What the fuck, man?!”  

“I know it’s not what we talked about, but it’s a good look, dude.”  Trevor sauntered over and wrapped his heavy arms around Dylan’s waist, resting his head on top of his husband’s.

“Hey!  Why am I still shorter than you?”  Dylan hadn’t noticed when they’d been in bed, but while Trevor was still a towering 6’3”, he was still the same 5’10”.  

“‘Cause last night was fuckin’ hot, dude,” Trevor said, grinding his cock against Dylan’s inflated cheeks.  “You can’t tell me this doesn’t turn you on.”  

Dylan watched his thick, hanging monster twitch and harden as he stared at his reflection.  Trevor was right.  The size difference was definitely an unanticipated turn on.  As he stared at himself, he saw the other unanticipated consequences.  It had never occurred to him that once he changed Trevor, it would be the new Trevor, with his new desires, that changed him.  He paused at the thought, unable to remember exactly how these changes occurred.  He knew they did them to each other, but the details were hazy.  Apparently the new Trevor had a thing for blondes with pretty faces and large asses.  Dylan blushed slightly when he saw how bottom heavy he was.  He was still beefy overall, but he was built like a wrestler, with huge, strong legs and an absolutely mammoth behind.  Like Trevor, his skin had taken on a weathered tan, but unlike his taller husband, he was still mostly smooth.  

“You’re not mad, are you?”  

Dylan smiled at the look of genuine worry on Trevor’s face.  “No,” he said, turning in Trevor’s grip so they were facing each other.  Their huge cocks wedged between them as they kissed for what seemed like hours.  “I never thought I’d go fuckin’ blonde though, you weirdo.”  

Trevor laughed and squeezed Dylan’s inflated rear.  “Blonde hair and a big ass.  I’m weak.”  

“You want me to have fuckin’ tits, too?”  Dylan gasped when Trevor roughly kneaded his pecs.  

“What do you think these are?”  

They fell back onto the bed, the frame creaking loudly under their increased weight.  Dylan’s body seemed to be on autopilot as he lifted his thick legs into the air and rested them on Trevor’s shoulders.  “Ssshhhhiiiiiiiiiittt….” he half laughed, half moaned when Trevor’s huge club slid inside.  This time there was none of the pain he’d felt the night before.  His altered body seemed tailor made to take his husband’s mammoth equipment.  He wondered if this was another unexpected change.  They usually took turns depending on their moods, but as he felt wave after wave of unknown pleasure crash over his whimpering body, Dylan had no desire to take a turn on top.  “Don’t be such a pussy, man,” he heard himself hiss.  “Fuckin’ give it to meeeeee!”  He let out a low squeal when Trevor started jackhammering into him and his body exploded.  They stared at each other in wide-eyed, lustful hunger, never breaking the other’s gaze.  This time it was Trevor who came first, erupting with the same geyser as he had the night before.  Dylan didn’t get to see the strength of his own release since Trevor swallowed his cock the second his own was done spewing.  The copious amount trickling out at the corners of his mouth told Dylan it was just as impressive as it felt.  

As they lay panting in each other’s arms, catching their breath, it was Dylan who noticed the changes to the room around them.  Artwork was missing from the walls, and there were piles of dirty laundry on the usually clean floor.  Even the bed beneath them was different, growing from a queen to a king to accommodate their new size.  

“Whoa...dude, did you change the house?”  Dylan heard his language change the way Trevor’s had, but it felt entirely natural leaving his mouth.  

“Uh-uh,” Trevor said, shaking his head.  “Just you.”  

“Oh shit...I wonder what else changed?”  

The two forced themselves out of each other’s meaty embrace and stared around the room.  The piles of clothes on the floor were noticeably different, and as they opened their closets and dressers they saw why.  The business casual clothes hanging in the closet told them they still had their office jobs, but the rest of their wardrobe was drastically different.  Baggy jeans, sweats, gym clothes, and t-shirts replaced their fitted, fashionable outfits.  Bright briefs were gone, replaced by black or grey, with a smattering of boxer briefs thrown in.  When they’d role played this fantasy they always wore brightly colored jocks, but now that just felt wrong.  

“We don’t need that gay shit,” Trevor shrugged when Dylan pointed it out.  “Not if we’re livin’ it.”  He pulled on a pair of light grey briefs and followed them with some baggy basketball shorts.  Dylan did the same, laughing when he saw how much his bubbling, solid rear stretched out the back of the shorts.  They were almost loose at his firm waist, but they were so tight in the back that the valley between his cheeks was visible, as were the lines of his briefs underneath.  

“Dude, look at us…” Dylan said in amazed wonder as they stared at their athletic, built new bodies.  

“This feels okay, right?”  Trevor asked, a puzzled look on his face.  “I know we’re different...I feel different...but still the same?  Does that make sense?”  

Dylan nodded and pulled on a tank-top that had been made by cutting the sleeves off a t-shirt.  Though it was two sizes larger than he normally wore, his muscles strained against the tight cotton.  “It’s like this is all starting to feel normal and our old lives seem weird.”  

“Right?”  Trevor pulled on a similar shirt and the two made their way out into the rest of the house.  Like their room, artwork was missing from the now-bare walls.  There were a few pieces of pre-fab art awkwardly hung in random spots, but for the most part their house was much more sparsely decorated.  Shelves that used to be covered in books now had random sports memorabilia or baseball hats on them.  There were still plenty of pictures of the two of them, but they were with people that Dylan couldn’t ever remember meeting, and they were in places that he didn’t remember going.  The house was clean, but it was clear that they weren’t nearly as fastidious as they had been, with dirty dishes in the kitchen and piles of junk mail scattered around.  “Shit!  We’re gonna be late!” 

Trevor’s sudden outburst interrupted Dylan just as he was about to ask something important.  He couldn’t remember what, but he felt like he was forgetting something.  “For what...oh fuck!” he spat as the same forgotten urge hit him.  

“Here,” Trevor tossed him a protein shake from the fridge as they slipped into their worn cross trainers and hurried out of the house.  When his husband had opened the fridge, Dylan saw it was filled with beer, protein shakes, and not much else.  

Their heads started to clear as they drove.  It was Sunday morning, which meant football with the boys.  It was a nice release before they went back to the office on Monday.  They pulled into the park and saw the group of guys milling around on the edge of the field.  They both sat in the car and shook their heads as memories of their new friends flooded in.  

“About time you lovebirds showed up,” a tall, heavy set ginger said, tossing Dylan a football as they approached.

“What?  You ladies in that much of a hurry to lose?” Dylan asked as he plucked the ball deftly from midair.   

“The fuck you two know about ladies?” an ebony skinned mountain of muscle next to the redhead laughed.    

“Any time you wanna find out, Shawn,” Trevor said, blowing the other man a kiss.  

“I don’t get laid this weekend I just might,” the other man said, laughing and shaking his head.  

“Still got a few hours,” another of the guys said, slapping Shawn’s rear as they divided into teams.  

Dylan and Trevor were amazed as the game unfolded.  Neither of them had ever played football in their lives.  They didn’t even know the rules.  Yet they found themselves moving on instinct, their powerful bodies using their ample muscle as though they’d been doing this for years and years.  Their tans were explained as they peeled out of their shirts before they started playing.  They were both sweaty, bare chested, and covered in mud and neither could remember a time when they’d been happier.  The feeling of impacting against one of the other guys was joyous.  The crass comments and dick grabbing made them laugh just as much as everyone else.  They no longer viewed these guys as sex objects, but as peers.  After all, they found themselves being just as crass and acting just as crude.  Some of their new friends were still very hot, but these were their bros and they didn’t even think of them like that.  Besides, they were still entirely in love with each other.  They knew some of the guys weren’t comfortable with them being gay, but they also didn’t care.  If it came down to it, they could take just about any of them in a fight.  

Most of the guys were actually happy to have them around, especially after the game.  Once they’d cleaned most of the mud from themselves, they all went to a nearby bar for beers.  It wasn’t the type of place Trevor and Dylan normally went to, especially in nothing but dirty shorts and muscle shirts, but the dive felt like home.  They knew the bartenders and most of the patrons by name, and when women would inevitably hit on them, especially Dylan with his blonde hair and pretty face, they found themselves acting as wingmen, directing the disappointed ladies towards one of their friends.  They were the group’s secret weapon.  

As Dylan watched the afternoon unfold through a growing haze of cheap beer, he kept returning to that feeling like he was forgetting something.  Their old lives seemed more and more like a dream as the day went on.  The thought of the two of them as skinny, slightly femme gay guys felt ludicrous.  He didn’t have anything against guys like that, it just wasn’t him.  Not really.  

“You okay babe?”  Trevor asked as he came over with another pair of beers.  He sat and rubbed Dylan’s thick thigh under the table.  

“Yeah, just thinkin’,” Dylan said, downing half the beer in a single swig and following it with a loud belch.  “I feel like I’m forgetting something important.”  

“Like what?”  Trevor eyed his husband quizzically.  He’d been waiting to see if this happened all morning.  When he’d made the changes to Dylan he’d written the book out of their hands and out of his husband’s head.  He felt a stab of guilt, but he didn’t want to risk Dylan changing his mind and giving up their new life.  He made sure Dylan still remembered his life before, just now how they got to this new one.  

Dylan shook his head and shrugged, unable to put his finger on it.  “I don’t know,” he laughed. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Trevor said, sliding his hand to rest against the large bulge in Dylan’s shorts to distract him.  “It’ll come to you.  If not, must not’ve been that important, right?”  

“You’re such a dick,” Dylan blushed, taking a deep breath and trying not to get hard in his shorts.  After a game like that, he knew Trevor was just as horny as he was.  They both loved scrubbing each other down in the shower afterwards.  “You wanna get outta here?”  He squirmed as Trevor nodded emphatically.  “You’re gonna have to cash out...I need a minute, jerk,” he laughed.  

Dylan let the worrisome, forgotten thoughts go as he watched Trevor lean against the bar, slapping guys on the shoulder as he said goodbye.  Several of them made crude gestures knowing full well what was about to go down and gave Dylan a thumbs up from across the room.  He finished his beer, dedicating the last bit to the hazy memories of his old life.  He thought back to Trevor’s “we don’t need that gay shit” comment and smiled.  Maybe it would be fun to get some new gear and role play what it would be like as a couple of skinny little twinks?