He quickened his pace, unsure if he was running away from, or towards, something. There was a looming presence getting closer and closer, and no matter how hard he pushed himself he couldn’t get away from it. The invisible ground beneath him was like a treadmill keeping him in place as a growing sensation of being watched crept over him.
As he ran, the image of Landon’s face began to materialize in front of him, towering like a massive skyscraper above a distant horizon. His friend’s eyes were the size of small houses and burned with lecherous hunger. Ethan was more aware than ever of his bouncing pecs and inflated rear, but he still couldn’t stop. Even when his too-small shorts vanished and he felt his heavy package bouncing around freely, he kept running. There was another shimmer in the darkness to his left, and Ethan looked over to see Liam’s rough, bulldog face forming next to Landon’s. The burly man’s expression was a mask of ecstasy as he gazed down at the running man with half closed eyes.
Ethan tried to run away from the leering faces, but as soon as he turned to his right he saw a monolithic Mark staring down at him with a smug grin. His agile legs switched directions again without missing a beat, but he was boxed in by a massive pair of Grady’s plump, pursed lips that had formed behind him. No matter which way he turned he couldn’t escape his friends’ lustful, hungry eyes. His long cock went rock hard as a crushing wave of embarrassment slammed into him. All of the modesty that he should have been feeling over the previous days surged through his veins at once.
He closed his eyes as his body went crimson with shame, but he could still see his friends’ faces even through his closed lids. Unseen hands started sliding all over him, squeezing and kneading his altered top and bottom while his cock twitched and spasmed. He’d never been more humiliated or aroused in his life and he was having a hard time separating the two emotions. Every mortified thought about his exposed state brought with it a surge of pleasure that made him groan. Hearing his loud, lustful groans only made him more embarrassed, which further turned him on, and made him groan even louder. He was trapped in a feedback loop that was only growing stronger.
Eventually, Ethan realized he’d stopped running. He was gyrating in place now, squirming and writhing for the cyclopean faces around him. Instead of wishing for cover, Ethan wanted to be seen. He wanted to be exposed and bare and humiliated. He could practically taste each of the lustful thoughts lurking behind his friends’ eyes and he was hungry for more, whatever it took.
He reached down with one hand and started stroking his aching cock while the other slid into the valley between his ample cheeks. He dropped to his knees, pumping his hips and moaning as he worked a finger in. His friends’ faces drew nearer until their hot, panting breath bathed him like a sauna, invading every inch of him.
There was a sudden snap, accompanied by a sensation of falling. Ethan’s eyes went wide as he realized he was looking up at the sight of his altered body jerking off and fingering itself under his friends’ watchful gaze while he fell. He had a split second of relief when he noted that he was back in his lean, proportional body, his changed self a growing spot in the distance above him. The humiliated lust he’d been feeling was gone, but he only had a moment to appreciate it before he saw what awaited him. Growing ever larger in the darkness below was an insectoid, many-eyed shape. The figure was almost incomprehensibly large, each of its multiple, glowing eyes burning like suns in the distance. Ethan screamed as he was drawn towards one of them, the pale yellow glow encompassing his entire field of vision. Then there was nothing.
**********
“Dude...dude! Wake up!” Mark gave Ethan’s thrashing body a rough shake. He’d been woken up when his friend started jerking roughly in his sleep, nearly knocking Mark out of the bed they were currently sharing. The muscular blonde had been annoyed at first, but as he watched the sweat break out on his friend’s huge, heaving chest he started to become concerned. Ethan’s handsome face was warped by fear, and the sleeping man kept whimpering and moaning while his solid cock tented the thin sheet.
Before Mark could shake him again, the thrashing stopped. Ethan’s fearful expression turned into one of contentment as his eyes fluttered open.
“Wha...wha’s happening,” Ethan asked sleepily, propping himself up on one arm.
Mark gave a relieved laugh at the sound of his friend’s confused, groggy voice. “You tell me, man. You were having one hell of a nightmare.”
“I was?” Ethan rubbed his face and blinked the sleep from his eyes. “I...I don’t really remember anything.”
Mark reached over and ran a hand across Ethan’s sweaty chest. “It must have been a doozy. You nearly knocked me out of the bed.”
“Sorry dude...I sort of remember...running? And I think you were there...all of you were...but I don’t…”
“Must not have been that bad,” Mark interrupted, nodding towards Ethan’s still-rigid cock.
“Guess not,” the other man sighed, staring at his erect member in silence. He felt like the dream was on the tip of his tongue, but the longer he stared, the more it drifted away. “Sorry I woke you up.”
Mark grinned and slid closer to Ethan, their noses brushing together. His lips hovered inches from his friend’s as he spoke. “Wanna make it up to me? Since we’re both awake and all?”
Ethan responded by mashing their mouths together in a deep, rough kiss. He rolled and draped himself over the short muscle man, loving how Mark’s rock hard body felt underneath him. His friend’s palms were rough on his inflated cheeks as he dug his aching cock against the blonde man’s washboard stomach. Something about the sensation of Mark’s tiny, rigid member poking against him felt wrong to Ethan, but it passed quickly as he worked his mouth down Mark’s granite pecs.
“I can’t fuckin’ get enough of your body,” Ethan breathed heavily between mouthfuls of the other man’s pert nipples. “Your tits are like fuckin’ iron…all this muscle on your tight little body...”
Mark laughed as Ethan trailed off into a lusty moan. Normally his friend wasn’t vocal at all during sex. “Yeah?” He folded his arms behind his head with a smug grin. “What do you want to do to it?”
Ethan’s face turned red, seeming almost as surprised as Mark by what he was saying even as he kept talking. “Everything….I wanna suck that hot little dick of yours til you cum all over my face...I wanna spread your cheeks and eat you for breakfast...I want you to call me a pretty boy slut while I fuck you senseless…”
Ethan’s voice was bordering on desperate by the time he reached Mark’s crotch. He licked his lips at the sight of his friend’s throbbing three inches and the tiny balls tucked underneath. For a brief instant he saw it as long and thick, as large as his own, before it flashed back to its miniscule size. Ethan didn’t know what would be hotter; Mark with a long banana hang, or the small nub that sprouted from the base of his washboard abs and poked out from between his steely thighs. The underdeveloped package was such a stark contrast to the rest of his overdeveloped muscles that it drove Ethan wild.
He ignored the part of his brain that told him his friend actually should be larger and swallowed Mark whole. He buried his face in the trimmed blonde bush and inhaled deeply, breathing in as much of the other man’s musky scent as he could. The shorter man’s legs were like iron beams on either side of his face and Ethan could feel the sheets pulling as Mark arched his back and clutched at the bed. After only a few moments he pulled his face away, lifting off just in time to receive the warm, sticky spray that he craved from the spasming little pole.
Before Ethan could react, Mark flipped him over and tossed the sheets from the bed, clutching his thick, aching club. He gasped when Mark’s tight fist started pumping, feeling the mix of embarrassed lust from his dream as the other man gazed down at his cum-covered face. He was spread eagle and exposed, whimpering and moaning while his long cock was roughly worked.
“Oh fuck...oh fuck...yyeeeesss...yes…” Ethan groaned, his voice cracking.
Mark gave a jerking tug and ran his thumb around Ethan’s oozing head. “What’d you want me to call you? A pretty boy slut? Is that all you are?”
“UUuunnnyess...yes…” Ethan begged, Mark’s words turning him on more than the fist on his cock.
“Look at you….covered in cum, walking around flashing your tits and ass all the time. You’re not good for anything else, are you?”
Ethan’s oversized chest heaved as he panted and shook his head. “No! No...that’s all...just...fuuuunnngggghhhh!” His erupting cock finished the sentence for him. Mark angled the spray so that it splashed all over his friend’s ballooning pecs and face until his entire torso was covered. Ethan closed his eyes and squirmed blissfully at the sensation of the warm fluid sliding all over him. When he opened his eyes and saw Mark with his phone in hand taking a video, he grinned bashfully and turned a bright shade of red.
Mark shrugged his broad shoulders. “Gotta start spreading the word, right?” He watched his friend’s softening cock twitch again as the handsome man thought about other people viewing the video. “We’ll talk about that later,” he winked and looked over at the clock. “Eh, fuck it. I’m already up…” he said to himself. “I’m gonna go hit the gym. Since Landon can’t keep his pants on I haven’t been in a couple days. It’s driving me crazy.”
He left his sticky friend basking on the bed as he made his way down the hall to his room. He popped his head in Liam’s door, but the big man’s space still looked untouched. He made a mental note to follow up on it later as he entered his room and quickly got dressed. He pulled on a pair of small, bright briefs and his usual outfit of gym shorts and a loose muscle shirt. After tossing a change of clothes into his bag, he hurried out the door to trek across campus towards the rec center.
Given the early hour the gym was mostly empty, which suited Mark just fine. Ordinarily he liked being around the other guys in the free weight area, but he’d been feeling odd since leaving the house. At first, the memory of his morning romp with Ethan gave him a pleasant tingle. By the time he reached the gym, though, he felt conflicted. The whole thing seemed strange. Ethan’s behavior was odd, even given the recent circumstances, and there was an anxious knot in his stomach about something he couldn’t put his finger on.
He did his best to lose himself in his workout. The repetitive strain of hefting the heavy weights was familiar and comforting. Though everything else in his world was becoming increasingly strange, the simple act of raising and lowering a dumbbell was something he could control. He nodded to the few other men that filtered in as they got to work around him, not giving much thought to their lingering eyes. It wasn’t uncommon for the guys back here to check each other out as they lifted, and Mark knew he made an impressive sight with his bulging frame hanging out of his open muscle shirt.
It wasn’t until he stopped to wipe the sweat from his brow that he started to recognize the source of his anxiety. He lifted the bottom of his shirt to wipe his forehead, flexing his exposed eight-pack as he did so. The usual rush of pride that he felt at the sight of his impressive abs faded almost as quickly as it came. He stood with his shirt lifted halfway to his face, staring at his reflection. Mark was suddenly acutely aware of the various lumps in the mens’ shorts around him. The variety of mesh and cotton shorts that the men wore left their bulges outlined or at least noticeable to some degree. Mark had never paid attention to exactly how much the shorts revealed until he noticed the distinct lack of that same lump between his own legs. Looking out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the other men noticing as well.
Mark quickly dropped his shirt and finished his workout, his heart racing from more than the lifting. He still couldn’t put his finger on what his brain was trying to scream at him. The words felt like they were on the tip of his tongue, but they wouldn’t form. Something was very wrong; he just didn’t know what.
He was still trying to figure it out as he finished his last set and made his way into the locker room. He stripped out of his loose muscle shirt and rolled his sore, broad shoulders as two of the men from the floor entered behind him. They were built like Mark, but each stood several inches taller. One had a completely shaved head, while the other had short, buzzed brown hair. Mark gave them a quick nod as they passed and continued undressing. He peeled out of his sweat-soaked shorts and briefs and tossed his towel over his shoulder, turning to head over towards the showers.
“Whoa! Dude, I told you!” Mark paused at the sound of a laughing voice and looked over just in time to see the muscular bald man slap his friend on the arm as they both stared in his direction. The bald one had stripped down entirely, while the brown haired man still had on a pair of sweaty, grey briefs. “You sure you’re in the right locker room sweetheart?”
Mark gave an awkward laugh, unsure what the man meant. “Uh, yeah? Something wrong?” He puffed out his sculpted pecs and spread his pumped arms, but his attempt at bravado only lasted until he looked down. The feeling that he hadn’t been able to pinpoint suddenly slapped him in the face at the sight of his shrunken nub. He looked back up at the two men, his eyes landing squarely on the bald man’s long, thick hose, and the large bulge in his friend’s briefs.
The brown haired man came over and grinned as he leaned down towards Mark. “Nah, Ty, it’s there after all.”
“You sure?” Mark stood frozen in place as the other man joined his friend in inspecting his shrunken package. “Damn...sure is. Can’t blame me for missin’ it, though,” he laughed, hefting his own meaty organ.
Mark was stunned. He had no idea why he was just standing there letting these two strangers humiliate him. Or why he liked it so much.
“Not good for much, is it?” The brown haired man laughed, scratching at the hairy patch on his firm chest. While they’d been inspecting him, Mark hadn’t been able to take his eyes off his tormentors. They appeared to be about his age and had just as impressive, shredded builds. Each of them was covered in tanned, sculpted muscle, and unlike Mark, each appeared to be very well endowed. Despite his own solid build, Mark started to feel small and inferior. He may have had ample muscle, but he was still smaller, both in height and between the legs, than the other two.
“Wait...Derek...is it hard right now?” The bald one, Ty, asked with a laugh.
Mark gasped when the other man reached down and squeezed his rigid little rod between a few fingers. “Oh shit! Guess it works after all,” Derek laughed.
“I still feel kinda bad for the little guy,” Ty said. “Fuck’s he gonna do with that?”
“Way he’s staring at you, I don’t think that’s really an issue,” Derek said, tousling Mark’s hair. “Is it sweety?”
“I...I don’t...I mean…” Mark stuttered, barely able to speak. The combination of the two men’s oddly overwhelming presence coupled with his growing shock at his altered body was too much for him to process. He was mortified by the condescending way they talked to him, or about him like he wasn’t there, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Instead of cresting over into anger, his humiliation was creeping towards lust.
The taller bald man walked around behind and raised an eyebrow as he looked Mark up and down. “You know, from this angle...he’s not so bad.” He reached forward and slapped Mark’s large rear, sending a ripple through the round globes. “Seriously, Derek, take a look at this ass. Slap some panties on it and it wouldn’t be so bad.”
Derek laughed at the expression on Mark’s face when he heard Ty’s suggestion. “What? You wanna wear these?” The sculpted brunette squeezed his stuffed bulge before he stripped out his sweaty briefs. His wide, short cock flopped free, and he held them out for Mark to put on. The blonde man shivered as the sweaty cotton slid up his legs and his tiny cock swelled at the thought of the man who’d just been wearing them. “See? Is there even anything in there?” Mark’s face turned a deeper shade of red when he looked down at the pathetic little tent in the floppy pouch that was so full on the other man. “No...these aren’t for you, honey. These are for the real boys.”
Mark let out a quick gasp as the briefs were pulled down from behind. Already his head was swimming with images of himself in very different clothing. He saw his beefy, sculpted body in tiny, lace underwear. Realistically he knew the feminine garments weren’t any more revealing than Ethan’s jockstraps or Grady’s thongs. It was the knowledge that his tiny package would fit inside something meant for women that made his stomach drop. “Sweety” and “honey” burned in his brain as he both hated and longed to hear the men call him that again.
“Tell ya what,” Ty said, Mark’s eyes glued to his naked rear as he walked back to his locker. He rummaged through for a piece of paper and wrote down a phone number. “Think about it and give me a call.”
“You DO want to see us again, right?” Derek asked as Mark numbly took the piece of paper.
“I...ye..yeah, of course,” the addled blonde said, nodding vigorously. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to get one of the men’s plump rods inside him.
“Then maybe we’ll see you around,” Ty said, giving Mark’s little nub one last tug before turning back to his locker to get dressed.
Not knowing what else to do, Mark hurried over to the showers and frantically scrubbed himself, already making a shopping list in his head.
**********
On the other side of campus, Carter watched the nearly naked hunk jogging down the sidewalk. Since this was a college filled with young men in their prime, Carter was used to seeing plenty of fit, athletic guys, but this one was something else. His proportions were off, with a top-heavy chest and an extremely overdeveloped lower half. Standing outside of the frat house the man had come from, Carter could feel an electricity in the air. Familiar forces were at work and he knew the statue was inside.
Seeing the altered young man, Carter realized that the very scenario he’d been afraid of was evidently playing out. The statue was active and working wild and uncontrolled. Without a will to direct it, anything could happen. He debated slipping inside and stealing it back, but as he watched the man disappear down the street, he thought it best to let the statue stay for now. Since it was already awake, even standing this close was taking all of his concentration to keep the effects at bay. If he wanted to get it back he’d need to contain it, and that would take time.
“I know where you are now,” Carter sighed, letting out the breath he’d been holding ever since the statue disappeared. This could all end up working in his favor. He could monitor the situation from a distance while the unwitting men acted as his guinea pigs. “Now let’s see what you can really do.”
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