Campus Nights (full text) (Patreon)

********** Since we're getting ready to start the next phase I figured it was a good time to post the full text of the first round.  I'm making it available to everyone in case anyone has been curious about the interactives and wanted to jump on board before the next one gets up and running. **********

Randall staggered across campus, his fumbling steps lurching him erratically forward.  He couldn’t get his body to move the way he wanted it to.  His normally spry steps were heavy and awkward.  He tripped and caught himself over and over, refusing to look down.  Looking down meant seeing his body, and feeling it was bad enough.  

Panic was something he didn’t have time for.  He had to get to Carter, to warn him, before it was too late.  “I should have written it down…” Randall muttered under his breath, clutching desperately at the memory of his message.  He could feel himself slipping.  “I warned Carter what could happen...I told him!  I told him this...this thing...shouldn’t mess with it.  Only bad could come of it...damn him!”  he cursed and ranted, quickening his pace.  

“My name is Randall Martin. I’m a Professor of Cultural Studies.  My name is Randall Martin.  I’m sixty four years old.  My name is Randall Martin.  I’m a Professor…” Randall repeated his mantra out loud, the distance between his office and Carter’s feeling hopelessly long.  Normally he enjoyed taking a leisurely stroll to the other side of campus, especially in the warm, summer air, but now he felt like a starving man crossing the Sahara.  With each step more and more of himself fell away.  His thoughts came to him through a growing quagmire, his focus increasingly shifting to his new body.  

He’d been studying the statue, currently wedged under a heavy arm, in his office when it happened.  One moment he was a thin, lanky older man inspecting a portion of the intricate carvings, and the next he was something else entirely.  He and Carter had no idea what the statue depicted.  His younger colleague had found it while galavanting on one of his Amazonian expeditions, but it was unlike anything either of them had ever seen.  It didn’t line up with the known tribal cultures in the area, including the ones dating back to prehistory.  Even the stone from which it was carved defied identification.  The statue itself was roughly fourteen inches tall, while the the strange creature it depicted appeared to be a hybrid of mammal and insect, with several bulging eyes, multiple limbs, and antennae-like appendages sprouting almost at random from its body.  The level of detail was astounding.  Neither of them had been able to pinpoint an era yet, but the statue was clearly very, very old.  To have been rendered in such lifelike detail suggested an advanced civilization that, so far, had gone undiscovered.  

He’d been studying one of the many eyes when, in unison, they all blinked.  He’d taken a step back, rubbing his own face and blaming eye strain, until he felt himself start to change.  His body grew painfully tight and stiff.  His rigid frame was frozen in place for an eternity, in reality only a moment, until all at once the pressure vanished.  There was a palpable wave of relief as the constricting force loosened and his body relaxed, only it didn’t stop.  His muscles pressed outwards, the tight shirt exploding open against the force of his expanding chest. There was an equally loud rip as his pants shredded.  He gasped for breath, pain lacing through his skull as he staggered around his office.  He seemed to lose all coordination as his heavy, muscular new limbs flailed about.  He only caught sight of his face briefly, seeing smooth skin and a full head of hair in place of his wrinkled, balding countenance.  

After that he didn’t look.  He grabbed the statue and hurried out of his office.  The weight of his heavy, bulging pecs bouncing in the warm evening air was constantly threatening to distract him, as was the increasing tightness in his partially exposed briefs.  He knew what he must look like frantically scrambling across campus in his tattered, ill-fitting clothes, but he had no choice.  He needed to get the statue to Carter.  

“My name is Randall Martin.  My name is Randall Martin.  My name is Randall Martin.  My name is…”   

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Ethan struggled for breath as he slowed his rapid sprint to a comfortable trot.  He was nearing the end of his run and had blown through his intervals, so now he could just enjoy himself.  He loved being on campus this time of year.  The university emptied out after the Spring semester, leaving just the handful of students like himself who took Summer courses.  Even better, the frat house dropped down to just a few of the guys who didn’t have anywhere else to go for the intervening months.  That meant no long lines for the showers, no constant bumping into people in the hall, and no accidentally walking in on a masturbating roommate.  The small group that stuck around actually had some privacy, as opposed to just fantasizing about it.  

The empty campus also meant Ethan didn’t have to feel as self-conscious loping about in his tiny running shorts.  The boxers he always wore were bigger than the skimpy shorts, and despite the knowledge that the thin, split-leg material was the best choice from a functional perspective, he was always a little embarrassed.  It’s why he did his running in the evening.  Not that Ethan needed to worry about his looks.  There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his lean, 5’10” frame, nor was he lacking in solid, well-defined muscle.  His ripped torso, with tan skin glistening under beads of sweat, was an outlined map of major muscle groups.  Pecs, abs, biceps, triceps, lats; all stood out prominently, flexing and inflating as he covered mile after mile.  The shorts that he was so embarrassed about only accentuated his sturdy quads as the thin material spread wide around them.  He never gave it much thought himself, but he’d been told by several girlfriends that the shorts made his tight, round bubble look exceptional.  It helped that he was usually too busy focusing on his form and breathing to think about his relatively exposed state, but buried deep there was a part of him that always felt a slight thrill, knowing full well how good he really looked.  Fortunately, that part was buried under a mountain of boyish charm.  Ethan still had a youthful, all-american face that was a sharp contrast to his powerful, masculine body.  If he tried, he could have been truly striking, but as it was he just thought of himself as one of the boys.  He was a jeans-and-t-shirt kind of guy, with a beauty regimen that consisted of brushing his teeth, putting on deodorant, and running a comb through his wavy locks when he didn’t forget.  He didn’t keep himself in shape out of vanity; he truly enjoyed athletics.  He ran and lifted every day, with a heaping helping of rec league sports in between. Soccer, baseball, basketball - as long as he was moving, he was happy.  It’s what he loved most about running.  He could shut his brain off and let his body take over.  

It was this detached state of mind that kept him from paying more attention than he should have been as he rounded a corner and collided with a passing stranger.  “Whoa!  Oh, shit, I’m so sorry!”  Ethan said, shaking his head and trying to catch his startled breath.  His first thought upon seeing the buff, sculpted man was that he’d fallen, but he quickly realized that they were both still standing.  This meant that the man’s outfit had been shredded somewhere else.  Ethan tried not to look stunned as he took in the ample muscles sticking out and straining against the obviously too-small clothes.  Whoever he was, the man’s pants were just barely hanging on.  They were completely tattered around his wide, trunk-like legs and had split at the fly, leaving a pair of equally tight white briefs almost entirely on display.  Ethan actually felt himself blush when he noticed the long, rigid cock outlined against the tight pants.  What remained of the man’s shirt served only to make his already prominent muscles seem even larger, his bowling ball shoulders and granite arms hanging exposed in the night air.  Ethan could have used the man’s chest as a shelf his pecs were so developed, and he had a set of abs that made Ethan’s washboard seem flabby.  “Uh, hey man, you okay?” Ethan asked gently, finally registering the confused look in the man’s bright green eyes.  Even though he looked to be around Ethan’s age, maybe a year or two younger, Ethan didn’t remember ever seeing him on campus.  He would have remembered someone built like that, and he definitely would have heard the girls talking about someone with a face that handsome.  Ethan didn’t usually size up other guys for their looks, but even he had to admit that the man’s chiseled jaw, razor cheeks, and plump lips were impressive.  

“I’m Ran...Ran...I’m…” the man repeated in a daze.  

“You were running?  Did you get hurt?”  Ethan reached for the phone strapped to his large bicep.  “Do you want me to call someone?”  

The man’s eyes went wide and he shook his head.  “I’m Ran...R...I’m...I…” he stammered a few more times before turning and running off in the direction he’d been heading.  

With his bodybuilder frame and torn clothes, Ethan felt like he was watching an old episode of the Incredible Hulk as the man disappeared around another corner.  He hesitated, debating whether or not he should call the cops, but ultimately decided against getting involved.  He told himself the man was probably just drunk or high, and was about to resume his run, until he saw the small bundle on the sidewalk.  

“What the fuuuuck….” He picked up the strange statue and turned it over in his hands, shuddering slightly at the sinister detail.  “Guy must’ve dropped it…” He looked back in the direction the man had gone, but decided against trying to follow him.  Instead he took it with him, figuring he could return it when he ran into the man again later.  Whoever he was, he was certainly noticeable enough that Ethan would undoubtedly hear about him again.  

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“Okay, one more time, I need you to focus,” Carter said calmly to the addled young man in his office.  “Where is the statue?”  

“I...I don’t...I don’t know…” the man stammered, staring down at his naked body with wide, shocked eyes.  He reached a large hand for the massive, rigid cock that stood straight out from his hulking body.  “I’m Ran...I’m…” he said, absently stroking himself.  

Carter sighed and tried to maintain his composure as he watched the sculpted muscle man pump absently away on his impossible cock.  On the one hand, he felt sheer triumph.  On the other, he was furious.  The sudden appearance of the confused stud at his office door meant the statue was awake.  Unbeknownst to Randall, he’d been trying to activate it for weeks, but the stars were never in the right position.  Carter had been lying to the old man ever since he returned from the Amazon.  He was well aware of where the statue came from and exactly what it depicted.  He hadn’t needed his colleague’s professional opinion; he’d needed a guinea pig.  The statue would demand a sacrifice when it woke up, and Carter had no intention of allowing that to be him.  Randall, with his age and well-developed brain containing a lifetime of knowledge, was perfect.  The statue would suck out both, leaving a twisted husk in its wake.  

The results were better than Carter ever could have imagined.  He’d always hated the affected, dignified way that Randall had carried himself, and the condescending way in which he always spoke to everyone.  It chafed Carter every time they interacted.  Though he was only in his mid-forties, he was still Carter Willingham, renowned professor and world traveler.  He was every bit as accomplished as the older man, if not more so.  In addition to the desk work, he still went out into the field on a regular basis.  He climbed mountains, hiked through jungles, and explored ruins.  He had brains and body both in ample supply.  With his dashing, rugged good looks, students, male and female alike, threw themselves at him all semester long.  His finds made international news, and yet Randall always talked to him like he was still just some punk kid.  Not any more.  If the old man had ever learned what Carter truly found on his travelers it would have made what remained of his hair turn white.  

“Think, Randall,” Carter sighed, popping the top few buttons of his shirt and exposing a patch of his firm, hairy pecs.  “Where did you last have it?”  

Randall licked his lips at the sight of Carter’s exposed flesh and shook his head.  “I...don’t remember…” 

“Damnit,” Carter hissed.  On the verge of his greatest success, victory had been snatched away because Randall lost the statue. He hadn’t anticipated that the older man would take off running with it.  Now it was active and out there somewhere, only he had no idea where.  He knew he’d find it eventually.  Once its effects started spreading, they’d be hard to miss.  He just had to be patient.  He gave another deep sigh and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way to expose the salt and pepper fur on his hairy, burly torso.  His stubble-covered cheeks spread into a sinister grin as he watched Randall stare lustfully at him.  “At least the night’s not a total loss,” he said, walking over to the naked stud.  

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“Can I help you?” Ethan laughed when he returned from his shower to find one of the other brother’s, a hulking wall of muscle named Liam, staring at the strange statue he’d left on his dresser.  

“What the fuck is it?”  The tall, beefy man asked as he picked it up and turned it over in his meaty paws.  

Ethan enjoyed Liam’s look of discomfort.  The large man always had a smug, “I Know I’m Bigger Than You” grin plastered on his round, bulldog face.  Liam’s favorite hobby was pushing the new blood around, but when they weren’t available, he turned that attention to everyone else.  Ethan had experienced more than a few of the brutish man’s “pranks” firsthand over the summer.  “No clue.  I literally ran into some weirdo on my run and he dropped it.  He took off before I could give it back to him.”  

“And you had to bring it back here?” Liam asked, running a hand over his buzzed scalp.  He shrugged his wide shoulders as he sat it back down.  “Eh, whatever, I’d rather look at this,” Liam cooed.    

“Hey!  Fuck you, man,” Ethan spat when Liam’s deceptively fast hands shot out and snatched the towel from around his waist, leaving him naked.  He covered his dangling, hefty package just as the other man took out his phone and snapped a few pictures.  “I will murder you if I see those online.”  Liam just laughed and walked down the hall, leaving Ethan to think about his revenge as he walked over to his dresser.  He started to open a drawer, but got distracted by the strange idol.  

“Hey dude, I’m gonna - whoops!  Sorry.”  

“Oh, uh, hey,” Ethan stammered when another of the brother’s, a short, lean young man named Grady, stuck his head in the door and caught him standing there naked.  “It’s cool, I just got visited by Liam,” he said, gesturing to his exposed state as he quickly pulled on a pair of plaid boxers.  He and Grady had roomed together their first year, so they were used to seeing each other without anything on.  “I’ve now had two dudes see my ass tonight.  Great.  What’s up?”  

Grady laughed as he strolled in and casually tugged the back of his basketball shorts down, exposing his large, hairy cheeks.  The shorter man’s years of playing soccer left him with a set of plump globes that he was all too happy to expose at a moment’s notice.  It also left him with a toned, whipcord frame that he showed off by almost never wearing a shirt.  “There.  Now we’re even.  Just wanted to see if you were down for some pool and beers later?  Mark and Landon should be back in a bit and we owe those fuckers for last time.” He tilted his head towards the dresser with a raised eyebrow.  “What the fuck is that?”  

“Don’t ask,” Ethan said, throwing on a loose tank-top and following Grady down the hall in his boxers.

Behind them, the statue watched.  

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Chapter 2

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“I didn’t think you guys’d be in such a hurry to lose again,” Mark laughed, racking up the billiard balls.  Next to him, Landon and Grady argued over cues while Ethan leaned against the table and watched it all unfold, shaking his head with his arms crossed over his firm pecs.  Liam’s brawny frame was spread out on a long couch at the other end of the rec room, taking in a game on the large TV hanging off the wall.  The five young men were enjoying the relative calm of the house.  They knew that in a couple months there would be at least twice as many guys all vying for space.  The already dingy room, with it’s ratty, stained carpet and beat up furniture would constantly look like a cyclone had blown through.  They needed to enjoy it while they could actually relax.  

They certainly looked casual enough.  Grady’s lean, shirtless frame was clad in nothing but his baggy gym shorts.  They bubbled out around his plump cheeks, leaving the toned, whipcord muscles of his torso on display.  A thin layer of dark hair spread across his chest and down his stomach, but instead of obscuring his tight build, it seemed to accentuate his definition.  The same dark, unkempt mop of hair that sat on top of his handsome face seemed to match his personality perfectly - wild, unpredictable, and slightly spastic.  “Dude, this is MY cue,” Grady said, pulling on the end of the pool cue in his hand.  

The tall, broad young man holding the other end pulled back just as hard.  “Fuck you, man, I called it!”  Landon’s eager smile was as friendly as ever, but his eyes were determined.  Like Grady, Landon was dressed in a pair of loose fitting cotton shorts and nothing else, leaving the majority of his impressively ripped body exposed.  His smooth, dark brown skin was stretched tight over precision-crafted muscle.  Where Grady was bottom heavy, nothing on Landon’s towering frame was out of place.  If his tall stature, sharp features, and sparkling personality weren’t enough, the ease with which the friendly giant packed on pound after pound of lean muscle made the rest of the guys frustratingly jealous.  

“Could you ladies keep it down?  I’m tryin’a watch the game over here,” Liam yelled from the other end of the room, his bulldog face sticking up over the edge of the couch.  Because of their similar height, people automatically lumped Liam and Landon together, but the two couldn’t have been more different.  Nothing on Liam’s burly, beefy body could be considered “precision.”  He was the house’s resident brick wall; a wide, lumbering mountain of muscle.  He was also the house’s resident asshole and a thorn in just about everyone’s side.  Where Landon was a big, friendly teddy bear, Liam was a hulking jerk.  

“As much as I hate to agree with fuck-face over there,” Mark laughed as Liam’s beefy fist rose up from the couch to give him the finger, “can we get on with this already?”  The toe-headed young man shot his friends an annoyed look as he tapped the table impatiently.  He was the shortest of the bunch, clad in a baggy, open-sided muscle shirt that left his huge, granit pecs hanging out and that fell down far enough to cover the small, tight mesh shorts he had on.  His voice was surprisingly deep for someone who stood just over five and a half feet, but he made up for his lack of height with an excess of muscle.  The stocky man lived for lifting and was nearly as wide as he was tall.  He and Landon were always at the gym, and like his taller friend, his body was draped in shredded muscle.  Along with his adonis-like body, his sharp, symmetrical features, piercing eyes, and golden hair were stunning.  If he’d been another six inches taller, Mark would have been the house’s pretty boy, not Ethan, who he was currently giving a look that said “will you please end this.”

Ethan watched his friends argue with a stoic grin, as usual.  He liked to stay out of it and not choose sides as much as was possible.  Like Mark, his sculpted muscles were slightly more covered than the arguing men by his loose tank-top and worn, plaid boxers.  He’d thought about putting shorts on, but the more time that passed, the more unappealing that sounded.  He told himself it was fine since it was just the guys.  

“Alright, fine,” Grady conceded, finally letting go of the cue.  “But I want it on record that if we lose, it’s his fault,” he said, nodding towards Landon, who just shook his head and laughed.  

“Always excuses,” the tall man muttered as he chalked the end.  He motioned for Grady to make the break.  “Losers...I mean ladies... first.”  

Grady’s face was a mask of determination as the muscles on his lean torso popped while he leaned over the table.  His plump cheeks loomed ever larger as he bent and lined up his shot, his deceptively thin arms flashing large when he shot the cue forward.  “Damnit!” he spat when the break went sideways, leaving a large chunk of balls untouched in the middle.  

“Aww, too bad,” Landon said with mock sincerity, giving one of Grady’s large cheeks a swat before he took his shot.  

The game repeated this theme, each of them taking turns and talking shit between swigs of cheap beer.  Eventually Liam wandered over and leaned against the makeshift bar to watch.  The tall bear’s thick, hairy pecs and firm, furry muscle gut were uncovered above his baggy gym shorts.  He crossed his beefy arms, tossing in the occasional insult until Ethan was directly in front of him, lining up a shot.  Like earlier in the evening, Liam moved with surprising quickness and had Ethan’s boxers around his ankles in a flash.  

“Dude?!  Come on!”  Ethan whirled around, ready to tear into the bigger man, but as soon as he looked in Liam’s eyes something changed.  That buried kernel of himself that was fully aware of his good looks started to grow.  Instead of yelling, he just grinned and shrugged.  “You know what?  Fine.  You wanna look at my ass so bad?  Here it is,” he said, turning his back to Liam and bending slowly to pick up the boxer’s he’d stepped out of.  He hooked the underwear around a thumb and shot it towards the big man’s face like a giant rubber band.  The other guys erupted into laughter as Liam frantically batted it away.  “This is what you wanted?”  Ethan turned back to the table to line up his shot, but when he bent, he pressed his bare cheeks back against Liam’s crotch.  

“Hey!” Liam shot away from the bar as though Ethan’s bare cheeks were hot coals.  “I was just messin’ with you...you don’t have to get all weird.”  

Ethan stood and leaned against the pool cue, using it to thrust his already prominent package forward even more.  “What’s weird?”  Ethan couldn’t help but smile when Liam’s face turned crimson.  “We’re all cool here, man.  If there’s something you need to tell us, no one’s gonna judge you.”  

Liam’s face turned a deeper shade of purple as he turned on his heel and lumbered out of the room.  “Whatever…” he grumbled over his shoulder.  

Ethan turned back to see his friends staring at him with shocked faces.  “Uh...sorry about that…” 

“Nicely done!” Grady laughed, clapping Ethan on the shoulder.  

“Yeah man, way to call him on his bluff.”  Mark and Landon seemed equally amused and a little surprised by the normally modest man’s unexpected behavior.  

“The big idiot is never gonna STOP seeing my ass from here on out,” Ethan laughed, blushing slightly.  The sandy-haired young stud felt a slight thrill at seeing everyone’s eyes on his meaty cock.  He started to reach for his boxers but instead just bent to take his shot, staying pantsless even though Liam was gone.  “Sorry if you guys get caught in the crossfire.”  

The others only shrugged and kept playing.  

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“Not bad…not bad at all,” Ethan whistled as he stared at his mostly naked reflection, feeling an eager rush at the way he filled out the small, bright jockstrap. He turned in a circle and flexed his arms above his head, bouncing the bare cheeks that were made all the more prominent by the tiny underwear. He gave himself one last look before heading down the hall to Mark’s room.  

He’d been true to his word.  Over the past week, any time he crossed paths with Liam he made sure to do so with as little on as possible. Ethan eventually took to wearing nothing but his underwear whenever he was home, so he could remove it quickly if the big man showed up unexpectedly.  Not content to wear his concealing boxers, he’d borrowed some small, bright briefs from Mark.  As he lounged around the house in nothing but the skimpy underwear, he wondered why he hadn’t started doing this sooner. There was a swell of pride every time he looked at the brief’s stuffed bulge, and even Mark, who was surprisingly hung himself, had to admit that Ethan pulled them off well.  Liam’s pride wouldn’t let himself admit defeat or discomfort, so he grinned and bore it as best he could, having to try and convince himself more and more that he wasn’t actually looking forward to crossing Ethan’s path.  

None of the guys questioned Ethan’s behavior when he wore nothing but the small briefs during the times when Liam wasn’t around.  At first they were amused, then they were glad the uptight man was loosening up, and then they all started to feel something that they couldn’t quite explain.  When Ethan came home in his actual clothing, they were almost eager for the handsome young stud to strip down.  Something about the sight of Ethan’s bare, athletic form was comforting.  Not that his clothing was covering much any more.  That small, buried seed of awareness had grown into full bloom, and where he once was insecure about his impressive body, he now had no desire to hide it. He’d taken to wearing his tiny running shorts even when he wasn’t exercising, and his loose tank-tops were becoming increasingly tight when he bothered to wear a shirt at all. His sculpted torso had already grown a deeper shade of golden tan, making his striking features stand out even more.  

Ethan himself seemed oblivious, or at least unconcerned.  The other guys had been more than a little stunned the first morning he’d strolled sleepily into the kitchen, naked and half-hard.  They were growing accustomed to the sight of his naked body, but none of them had seen his thick monster do anything other than hang heavily between his legs.  Ethan had just looked down at it and shrugged, giving his friend’s, Liam especially, a smug grin.  He handily outsized the larger man, and now everyone knew it.  For someone who’d been as modest as he had, Ethan had taken to exhibitionism like a fish to water. What started as boxers quickly turned to briefs, and now to jockstraps, all punctuated by periods of nothing at all.  

“That’s, uh, wow,” Mark laughed, running a hand through his blonde hair while he looked Ethan up and down.  The low-riding jock accentuated the tightness of his friend’s trim waist before jutting outwards as the pouch was filled to capacity.  The straps lifted his perky, solid cheeks more than nature already did, drawing immediate attention to his eye-catching bubble.  

Ethan shrugged off Mark’s surprised laugh as he returned his friend’s briefs. “Right?”  He turned in a circle to let Mark get a good look.  “Can’t wait til the big guy gets a look at these.  Don’t even need to take anything off,” he laughed, giving one of his prominent globes a slap.  

Mark waited until Ethan had gone downstairs before heading to the other man’s room.  The guys had seen him coming home with bags of clothes and had noticed the revealing trend to his changing wardrobe.  Mark’s jaw dropped when he looked inside and saw countless wads of tiny, bright fabric.  This was clearly more than just Ethan trying to pester Liam.  The once-modest man’s normally drab clothing sat in garbage bags on the floor, ready for donation, while a stranger’s skimpy, revealing closet had seemingly exploded all over. 

Looking around, Mark shuddered when he caught sight of the strange statue surrounded by a rainbow of small underwear sitting on Ethan’s dresser.  He couldn’t shake the feeling that the stone eyes were watching him, but he forgot all about it and hurried back to his room when he looked down at himself and saw that he was rock hard without knowing why.  

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“UUUUnnnnnn….yyyyeee...yeeesssss…” Randall moaned, bouncing up and down ecstatically on Carter’s prone lap.  His muscular new thighs straddled the rugged, hairy body as he worked the older man’s large cock in and out of his ample new rear, his only thoughts on the pleasurable sensations shooting through him while his thick, solid monster slapped against the older man’s flat, hairy stomach.  

For his part, Carter watched the addled stud bounce with a detached interest that approached boredom.  His large, firm arms were folded behind his head as his age-regressed colleague clutched at the salt-and-pepper fur on his prominent pecs.  It wasn’t that his former colleague’s new body didn’t feel good writhing on top of him, but that his mind was elsewhere.  After the first few days of experiencing Randall’s insatiable new lust, the novelty was starting to wear off.  

It had been almost a week and he hadn’t found any sign of the statue, nor had the now-younger man remembered any additional details.  If anything, the doe-eyed hunk had fallen further down the mental ladder.  He didn’t seem to show much awareness of his previous life at all.  Every now and then Carter would catch a flash of panic in the dull expression, but it only lasted as long as it took for Randall to reach down and start tugging his massive organ.  It was his version of sucking his thumb.  

Luckily the dimwitted stud was content to do as he was told.  Whatever spark of the old Randall that remained must have still trusted him.  Carter had been able to get Randall off campus and set up at his home without anyone knowing what happened, and the newly young man now spent his days lounging around in whatever clothing Carter could get him to keep on in between their vigorous poundings.  From an outside perspective, it just looked like Carter had gotten a young trophy to keep around the house.  That was far from out of the ordinary for a handsome professor like himself, who’d been known to fool around with both sexes, but questions were starting to arise.  

A prominent professor had suddenly gone missing without a trace, and there weren’t any clues.  All week he’d been feigning concern, pretending to be truly worried about his good friend Randall.  It was starting to become exhausting.  So far the police hadn’t looked his way, but he knew it was only a matter of time before they’d come around asking if he knew anything.  He was confident that they’d never tie the new Randall to the old, but he was less confident about how he’d explain the disaster that was just waiting to happen the longer the statue was active and out of his control.  It was out there somewhere, wreaking havoc and changing people in possibly horrific ways.  

According to his research, that’s what the statue had been built for.  The beings that populated the earth long before mankind ever entered the picture had used it to create their servants.  Those early creations were horrible, formless monstrosities that eventually appeared to have turned on their masters.  In the circles that Carter traveled in, there were some who thought that the statue, or one like it, was actually responsible for the creation of mankind as those ancient beings tried to correct their mistake.  Carter didn’t know if he believed that, but it would certainly explain the ease with which the human mind and body were molded by it.  

Carter’s mind was pulled back to the present when he felt himself erupt inside the bouncing buck on his lap.  He clutched at Randall’s solid thighs and arched his back, the release only momentarily easing his frustration.  Every minute that the statue was out there was a minute that he wasn’t taking advantage of its power, and he’d worked too hard to let that happen.  

“Goddamnit…” he hissed, shifting Randall abruptly off his lap.  The confused adonis gave him a puzzled look before he shrugged and began pumping away on his oozing pole as Carter stormed out of the room.  

He knew the statue was most likely still on campus somewhere, but he was no longer content to wait until he saw signs of its effects.  The fact that there weren’t a bunch of mutated monstrosities roaming the campus was a good sign, but his luck wouldn’t hold out forever.  He needed to make a plan.   

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Chapter 3

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“You fucker!  How long are you gonna keep this up!?”  Grady and Landon both laughed at Liam’s frustrated yelp, so loud they could hear it all the way downstairs from his bedroom.  

“Looks like Ethan finally woke the big guy up.”  Grady shook his head and poured himself a large bowl of cereal before he grabbed a mug of coffee.  He scratched at his hairy chest and yawned as he hopped up onto a stool at the counter.  

“At what point do we start getting worried about him?”  Landon asked as he dumped the last of his morning smoothie ingredients into the blender.  “I mean...it was funny at first, but it’s starting to feel like something else is going on here.”  

Grady waited until the blender’s shrieking stopped, admiring the way Landon’s broad, exposed back tapered towards his tight waist.  He’d always been impressed by the tall man’s discipline.  His own hyperactive metabolism kept his thin body lean and trimmed, and Grady always wondered if he’d be able to work as hard at keeping himself in shape if he had to.  Shoveling spoonfuls of sugary cereal into his mouth, he had his answer.  “I dunno,” he shrugged between bites.  “I think it’s fine.  It’s good to see pretty boy loosening up a little.  I always knew that charmingly modest bit was an act.”  

Landon poured his smoothie and leaned against the counter, smiling as he watched Grady go at his cereal like a kid on Saturday morning.  The wiry man’s shaggy mop of hair was still a mess from sleep and he had a coating of scrubby stubble on his sharp cheeks.  “Or maybe you’re just a bad influence.”  

“Hey now,” Grady said, making a face at Landon.  “Seriously though, what’s he doing that’s so weird?”  He motioned down to his own mostly naked body, clad only in a pair of small grey boxer briefs.  “If we’re gonna start getting judgy about hangin’ out in our underwear we’re all screwed.”  He looked Landon up and down as the bright morning light danced across his tall friend’s chocolate skin and seemed to accentuate the sculpted muscles on the man’s bare torso.  Like Grady, all he had on was a pair of small, stuffed red boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination.  

“I’m not talking about first thing in the morning, or at night when we’re all just chillin’...that’s whatever.  But all day?”  

“Maybe he’s making up for lost time?”  Grady cocked his head and stared at his friend.  “Does it really bother you?”  

Landon shook his head quickly.  “Not at all.  Dude wants to walk around with his ass hanging out all day it’s his business.  If he’s happy, I don’t give a shit. It’s just….sudden.  I wanna make sure he’s okay is all.”   

Grady hopped up to rinse out his bowl and load it in the dishwasher.  “You sure you’re not just jealous,” he asked with a mischievous grin, patting Landon’s washboard abs.  

“Fuck you,” the bigger man laughed.  “It’s your style he’s bitin’, not mine.”  

Grady turned around and popped his hips, bouncing his ample cheeks.  They were the one soft spot on his otherwise solid, whipcord body and he’d learned long ago that it was easier to use the oversized globes to his advantage than try and fight them.  “Bro can copy my look but not my moves,” he laughed while Landon just shook his head.  “I’ll talk to him.  Maybe he’s just going through like a quarter-life crisis or something.”  

He left Landon in the kitchen and headed upstairs, catching Ethan just as he was coming out of the shower.  The other man had his towel flung casually over a broad shoulder as he sauntered naked down the hallway.  

“Mornin’,” Ethan said cheerfully, reaching up to slick back his damp, sandy blonde hair and flexing his chiseled torso in the process.  

“Hey man,” Grady waved, trying not to look at the long cock hanging thick and heavy between Ethan’s firm quads.  “Heard you give Liam his wake up call earlier.”  

Ethan’s handsome face was split by a broad grin.  “I don’t get why he was so upset.  All I did was stand next to his bed and tell him it was time to get up.”  

“Meaning he woke up with your dick in his face?”  

“It’s not my fault his bed is at perfect dick height,” Ethan laughed.  

“I totally get it...you can’t control his furniture.”  Grady’s grin faltered as he followed the other man into his room and he saw the bright, small articles of clothing scattered everywhere.  He was starting to wonder if Landon didn’t have a point.  “So, uh, as much as we all enjoy you terrorizing Liam...is everything okay?”  Grady picked up a lime green jock and examined the revealing underwear as it hung from a finger.  “This,” he motioned to the underwear, “and that,” he motioned to Ethan’s naked body, “are kind of a drastic shift.”

Grady watched a troubled expression flash across Ethan’s face.  “I’ll be honest...I don’t really know what’s going on, man.  This all started as me just fuckin’ with Liam, but then it...I dunno...this just feels right, you know? I did one thing different and then everything else felt stagnant.  Fuck...I’ve been wearing and doing the same shit my whole life and I never even stopped to think about it.  Felt like it was time for a change.”  

Grady nodded absently.  He’d been trying not to stare at Ethan’s naked body while his friend was talking and had landed instead on the strange statue.  He’d almost forgotten about it, but looking at it now he wondered how anyone could ever forget something like it.  The strange carvings seemed to shift and slither like an optical illusion, and if he didn’t know it was impossible he’d swear that he saw the eyes blink.  “No, I get it dude,” he said, finally tearing his eyes away.  His vision blurred momentarily as he looked at his friend and he had to focus to remember what they’d been talking about.  The words “time for a change” echoed through his head.  “Like I said, we just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Thanks bud...I appreciate it.  I’m glad you guys are all cool with this.”  

“Do...do you, man,” Grady stammered, his stomach fluttering at the sight of Ethan’s grateful smile.  He fought down a wave of nerves and forced himself to sound casual.  “Let it all hang out as long as it’s what makes you happy.”  

He left his friend’s room and hurried down the hall, hoping a shower would help shake the weird feeling that settled over him.  With the house currently so empty, the bathroom that would be cramped in just a few months felt huge.  There was a row of three shower stalls, then a counter with a long mirror and series of sinks, followed by a few toilet stalls.  When the house was full, even with another one downstairs, it was always a scramble for space, especially in the mornings.  Now, Grady had the place to himself as he stripped out of his boxer briefs and stepped into a shower.  His hopes that it would help clear his head were dashed immediately.  His thin, five and a half inch cock had sprung to attention the second he let it flop free, and he was reaching down and tugging before he knew it.  

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the image of Ethan’s naked body out of his mind while he stroked.  The skin on his hand tingled where he’d held the jock as his other hand ran through the silky hairs on his firm, modest pecs.  The mental images shifted from Ethan to his breakfast with Landon, the memory of the tall man’s stuffed pouch making his smaller cock throb.  He thought back to twerking in front of his friend, something he’d done countless times over the years, only it had never felt like this.  He told himself he did it because it was funny, but now he started to realize that he’d liked the other man’s eyes on him.  He imagined himself doing it naked, with Landon’s huge rod ready and waiting for him.  

Grady was so focused on his confusing new fantasies that he didn’t notice another person come into the stall next to him.  “Uh, dude, are you jerking off in there?”  

Grady’s eyes shot open at the sound of Mark’s voice.  He looked down and saw his friend’s short, wide feet and rocky calves sticking out below the divider.  The knowledge of what those legs were attached to, just inches away on the other side of the thin wall, made him throb even harder.  He tried not to groan.  “Sure am,” he said cheerfully, still pumping away.  Grady had been caught the most out of all of them, but this time he didn’t feel the accompanying embarrassment he usually did.  If anything, being caught was only more of a turn on.  

“Gross,” Mark laughed.  “Are you, uh, gonna keep doing that,” he added when the rhythmic swishing and splashing sound continued.  

“It’s not like I’m gonna stop halfway through,” Grady said, as if it was a foolish question.  “If you want I can wait for you to catch up and we can race.”  

“Christ...not you too…”  

The sound of his friend’s deep voice made him ooze even harder.  “Hey man, I was the original weirdo in this house,” Grady said defensively.  

“Can’t argue with that,” Mark sighed, feeling awkward.  “Is it weird that we’re talking while you’re doing that?”  

“I’m looking at your feet while I do it, too,” Grady said, trying to sound creepy.  

“Hey!  Leave my feet out of this!” Mark laughed and scampered in a circle, but there was nowhere he could go.  

“So what’s it gonna be?  Race?”  

“No! I’m not...that’s too strange for…” 

“What?  Like you don’t already do it?”  Grady egged on, suddenly desperate to get his friend to agree with him.  

“Yeah, in my room when I’m alone.  Not with another guy.”  

Grady could hear Mark’s resistance wearing down.  “There’s a wall between us.  Unless you want me to come over there?”  

“Dude, I will fucking murder you,” Mark warned, trying to sound stern.  “I don’t want to think about another guy when I...wait...” he trailed off when he looked down and saw the position of Grady’s feet facing his stall.  “You’re pointing it at me right now, aren’t you?”  

“See?  You’re already thinking about it.  Come on!  There’s a divider,” Grady said, tapping the shower wall.  There was a moment of silence, then he heard the same rhythmic splashing start coming from the other side.  “Yes!”  

“I’ll also murder you If you tell anyone we did this.”

“It’ll be our secret,” Grady said, his cock aching at the thought of Mark’s huge arms pumping away on his thick, wide pole so close to him.  He could practically see the short muscle man’s wide body flexing powerfully on the other side.  “Tell me when you’re ready.”  

“What does...the winner get…” Mark said haltingly as he worked himself up.  

Grady thought about it.  “Loser has to do the other’s laundry for a week.”

“You’re on,” Mark said.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this...but...whenever you’re ready.”  

The two fell into silence as they both began jerking in earnest.  The streaming water splashed in the same staccato fashion as a slick, whisking sound filled the room.  Grady watched Mark’s impressive calves flex as the other man raised himself up on his toes while he pumped, letting out soft moans and whimpers.  The sound made Grady clench his teeth as it took all his willpower not to join his friend in the other stall.  

The moans from Mark’s side picked up.  “I’m gonna...fuuuck...gonna….ggnnnnn….” the blonde man gasped and the splashing came to an abrupt stop from his side of the wall as he went up on his toes again.  The room was silent save for the hiss of the showers.  “So did I...hey!”  He yelped, turning a bright shade of crimson when the door to his stall suddenly opened.  He whirled around, turning his back when Grady’s grinning face appeared.  “What the fuck did I tell you?!” he shouted over his shoulder. 

“Sorry!” Grady laughed, quickly shutting the door and going back to his side.  He’d managed to catch a quick glimpse of Mark’s softening monster before his friend turned, leaving him with a view of his granite cheeks instead.  “I needed to confirm your victory.  Congratulatio..uuunnn...congratulations,” Grady said, erupting like a geyser mid sentence.  He didn’t know why he wished the other man had watched him do it.  “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

“Not a word to anyone,” Mark said again, his shower cranking off soon after.  “Alright loser, I’ve got a load ready to go…” 

“So soon?” Grady laughed, interrupting.  

“Of laundry, you creep.  It’s in the hamper in my room. Don’t mess it up, either.”  

“Yes sir,” Grady said, cracking the stall door to watch as Mark wrapped a towel around his waist and left the room.  

Grady finished his shower, not knowing why he’d lost on purpose.  He’d been close enough that he could have blown as soon as Mark started, but for some reason he’d wanted to drag it out, just like he was surprisingly looking forward to doing the other man’s laundry.  His softening cock swelled at the thought of getting his hands on the blonde bodybuilder’s sweaty gym clothes.  

He reached for his towel to dry off, only to remember that he’d come straight from Ethan’s room.  The hairy man shrugged and walked over to the mirror while he drip-dried, staring at his reflection with a growing sense of dissatisfaction.  He felt like he looked like a kid.  He thought about Landon’s tall, strapping frame and Ethan’s perfect looks.  Even Mark, as short as he was, came across as masculine with his ample muscles, and there was no questioning Liam’s manly, bearish figure.  Looking at himself, he felt lanky and generic. He wasn’t the most hung or the most built or even the best looking. The only real attributes that set him apart were his bouncing globes and wiry build. He could make them work in his favor, but he’d never really tried. 

“Time for a change,” Grady muttered under his breath.  He flexed his defined arms while he ran his fingers through the shaggy hair that he suddenly hated.  He tried to imagine himself with shorter hair and more muscle, pursing his lips and suddenly wanting to overhaul his entire look. He turned in a slow circle, inspecting every inch of himself.  “Time for a change,” he said again.  

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Mark had been trying all day not to think about what he and Grady had done in the shower that morning, but the more he resisted, the more it wormed its way in.  He tried to tell himself it was just two guys horsing around, and that he hadn’t enjoyed it for any other reason.  He thought It was only natural that he’d been thinking of Grady while he did it since his friend wouldn’t shut up the entire time.  And he certainly hadn’t liked it when the other man stuck his head in the shower and checked him out right after cumming, either.  

He’d tried to avoid him by spending most of the day at the gym, but he’d just gotten home and saw that his laundry still needed done.  Confusing feelings or not, he wasn’t going to let Grady slide on their bet.  “Hey, have either of you seen Grady?” Mark asked Landon and Ethan as the two sat watching a game in the rec room.  As had become his new normal, Ethan was clad only in a pair of bright orange bikinis, making Landon’s baggy basketball shorts and tank-top seem like a three-piece suit by comparison.  Liam was nowhere to be seen, but since Ethan began his torment the big man had been staying in his room.  

“Not since this morning.”  

“Same here,” Ethan said, echoing Landon.  “Everything alright?”  

“Yeah, he just, uh, lost a bet and is supposed to be doing my laundry for me.” 

On cue, Grady’s voice chimed in from the doorway.  “Sorry!  I’ve been gone all day.  Just got back a little while ago.”  

“I wondered where you….got...off….too…” Mark’s voice dried up in his throat when he turned around saw the stranger standing behind him.  “Holy shit!”  

Grady grinned bashfully.  “You like?”  He stood still to let everyone see that his normally shaggy hair had been cut short.  It was buzzed on the sides and styled into a small, tight pompadour on top with a hard part shaved in.  The close-cropped style and matching stubble accentuated the sharp features of his face and the fullness of his lips in a way that his old mop hadn’t, making him look less boyish and more wolfish.  He suddenly seemed sexy and mysterious instead of friendly and charming, and that was without factoring in his revealing new outfit. 

He had on a white cotton undershirt, so small and tight that his defined, hairy torso was practically visible through the thin cotton that stopped at his belly button.  This left a patch of hairy abs hanging out above the waist of his drastically altered denim.  Grady’s jeans had been cut into a pair of daisy dukes so short that the bottoms of the pockets hung out below the leg openings.  When he turned to set Mark’s laundry basket on the bar, it became clear he didn’t have anything on underneath as his large cheeks hung out mostly exposed in back, the short denim only accentuating their roundness.  Between his hair and his clothes he’d gone from the boy next door to a greaser trick in the span of an afternoon. 

“What the fuck?!”  Landon gave a stunned laugh and got up to join Mark in checking out their friend’s new appearance.  “Those are...those are some shorts…” he stuttered, his eyes traveling down the exposed legs to rest on the black, unlaced boots Grady had on in place of his normal tennis shoes. 

Ethan came over too, looking Grady up and down with an approving smile.  “Not bad,” he whistled.  “Not bad at all.”  

“Of course YOU’D say that.”  Landon rolled his eyes and made Grady turn in a circle.  “Is this a joke?  Are you and Ethan teaming up to...wait...what the fuck is that,” he asked, noticing the clear plastic sticking out from the back of the lean man’s shorts.  “Did you...get a tattoo?”  

“Two of ‘em!” Grady said proudly.  

“Whoa!” Landon quickly turned his head when Grady undid his denim and exposed his short cock and hairy balls to the group as he turned around.  One of his plump, shaved cheeks now sported a heart with a dagger through it, while the other bore a large anchor surrounded by coiling rope. The designs were simple and old school, like something that would be at home on a sailor from the ‘40s, if that sailor was drawn by Tom of Finland. “That’s...wow…” was all Landon could say.  

“Did that...hurt?”  Mark asked, feeling like he should say something to excuse his staring but not knowing what.  He couldn’t take his eyes off the round, supple globes.  

“It wasn’t too bad.” Grady shrugged and pulled his shorts back up, bouncing his heavy cheeks in the process.  “I’ve always wanted to get some ink.  I dunno...just felt like it was time for a change.”  

“I know what that’s like,” Ethan nodded.  

“Yeah, we all know you do.” Landon sounded exasperated as he looked back and forth between his two friends.  He couldn’t tell what was worse, Ethan being mostly naked, or Grady’s unexpected new look. “And here I was thinking Grady was the bad influence.”  

Grady grinned proudly, adding a swagger to his step as he walked over to Mark.  “Just needed to get the last bit of laundry.”  

“Fuck! Hey!”  Mark turned crimson when, without warning, Grady tugged down his shorts and briefs.  The buff man quickly covered his dangling package, but only for a moment before he found his arms lifted into the air and his loose muscle shirt pulled free.  “What the hell are you doing, man!?”  

“It’s all dirty from the gym, right,” Grady asked flatly, as if confused by Mark’s embarrassment.  He didn’t wait for the other man to reply before tossing the sweaty gym gear in the laundry basket with the rest and strutting out of the room, his large cheeks swaying the tattered denim as he walked.  

Landon watched the wiry man leave in stunned silence.  He looked over at an equally shocked, naked Mark, but Ethan was surprisingly casual, like none of this was out of the ordinary.  “What the fuck is going on around here!?”  

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Chapter 4

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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.”  

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Chapter 5

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Ethan slowed his loping sprint to a slow jog, his chest heaving for breath.  He’d only gone half as far as he usually did, but already he was struggling.  Something in his stride felt different, throwing his normal rhythm out of sync.  He was having a hard time focusing on his breath and it felt like he was trying to swim upstream.  As he ran, he kept seeing Landon in his head, the image of the tall, muscular man standing in the hallway while jerking off seemingly burned into his brain.  

The longer he ran, the more he became convinced that memory felt wrong.  He hadn’t given it a second thought when it happened, but now it made him blush.  He was embarrassed for himself, and his friend, but thinking back on the sight still made him tingle.  Landon wasn’t usually that uninhibited.  None of them were, now that Ethan was thinking about it.  Yet Mark and Grady had started steadily wearing less and less, and he’d actually caught the two men going at it in the shower the other morning.  He’d shrugged it off then, but now it seemed impossible.  A part of his brain knew that things had gone well beyond his original plan of making Liam uncomfortable, but at the same time he felt fantastic.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this relaxed.  It was like a weight he didn’t know he’d been carrying had been lifted.  

Or at least that’s how it had been.  Now, a few miles from the house, he was starting to worry.  He didn’t feel relaxed, he felt almost drugged, like he was fighting to stay awake.  Something was very wrong.  He could feel it staring him in the face, he just couldn’t see it.  

“What the hell,” he panted, his chest feeling large and heavy.  He slowed to a brisk walk, raising his chiseled arms above his head to relieve the stitch in his side, before stopping altogether.  He’d manage to catch sight of his reflection in a passing window and it froze him in his tracks.  The sandy haired young man stared at himself, feeling a sense of shock and fear without knowing why.  His eyes kept lingering on the prominent, almost oversized pecs bulging off his otherwise proportional body.  His shorts also looked odd.  His large bulge was outlined in explicit detail and his legs were entirely bare.  Turning to the side, he quickly saw why.  “Fuck!”  Ethan yelped, feeling an unexpected rush of embarrassment.  A pair of large, firm cheeks hung mostly exposed out of the too-small running shorts.  

His already racing heart started beating faster as his eyes kept darting back and forth between his plump chest and even plumper rear.  He couldn’t actually formulate the thought that something was wrong, but on some level his brain was ringing an alarm bell.  A bit of the old Ethan surfaced and he turned crimson at the thought of how far he’d run looking like he did, and how far he had to go to get back.  He started running again, this time acutely aware of the heavy bouncing on his chest, and the constant jiggling at his rear.  The evening air was warm on the bare parts of his ass and thighs, reminding him of just how exposed he was.  His humiliation driving him on, Ethan sprinted for home.  

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Detective Peterson turned the business card over and over absently in his hand as he sat in his car and stared at Doctor Willingham’s house.  Since their meeting the day before, he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that he was missing something.  His gut was telling him there was more to Willingham’s involvement than the man was letting on, he just needed to figure out what it was.  Having already met with him in his office, Peterson wanted to get the jump on him by making a surprise visit to his house.  He hoped that if he could catch him off guard the other man might slip up.  Despite what Willingham claimed, the detective didn’t buy it when the professor had said that he wasn’t worried about the statue.  He’d asked around, and other staff in the office all mentioned how careful he was of it.  There was no way its disappearance would just slip his mind.  

Peterson pulled his car up the long, winding driveway.  He had to give Willingham credit for his taste in real estate.  The professor’s house was a large tudor, sitting well back behind a row of trees that obscured the view from the street.  The detective noted that the house butted up against a forest, eliminating any neighbors on the backside.  The property was also so large that between the broad lawns and encroaching forest, the houses on either side were far in the distance.  This wasn’t the kind of neighborhood where one would pop over to borrow a cup of sugar.  Peterson had been a detective long enough to know the kinds of things that really went on behind doors like these, but even that knowledge didn’t prepare him for what waited on the other side.  

He rang the bell and took a step back, hearing thudding footsteps come running towards the door.  When it swung open, instead of Willingham, Peterson found himself face to face with a mostly naked adonis.  The young man was like a statue come to life.  His tapering torso was covered in thick, sculpted muscle and his tanned body was clad only in a precariously straining speedo.  The bright green material popped against his golden skin, drawing even more attention to the massive bulge it barely contained.  Whoever he was, his face could only be described as beautiful, with its perfect symmetry and sharp features.  He currently wore a broad grin beneath the head of platinum blonde hair.  

“Hi!” he chirped.  Willingham immediately got the impression that there wasn’t much going on behind the other man’s sparkling eyes.  

“Uh, hi.  I’m Detective Peterson,” he said, sticking out a hand that was quickly swallowed in a meaty grip.  “Is Professor Willingham around? I didn’t have an appointment, but he told me to stop by if I had any more questions.”  

“Sure! I’m Randy,” the buff blonde said, seeming proud that he knew that bit of information.  Peterson smiled encouragingly as he was pulled inside, his eyes going wide when the young man turned and bounded off down the hall, giving him a full view of his mountainous, barely covered backside.  The detective only had a moment to take in the large, open foyer before he heard Willingham’s voice.  

“Detective!  Nice to see you again.”  

Peterson turned and saw a similarly dressed Willingham toweling himself off as he walked towards him.  The older professor was nowhere near as built as the young blonde, but Peterson silently noted the other man’s rugged build.  Willingham’s hairy chest sported a set of broad, firm pecs that sat on top of equally firm abs.  As he toweled himself off, Peterson saw how much the older man’s arms inflated as they moved.  The same went for his wide, sturdy legs.  It was clear that the professor didn’t spend all of his time sitting at a desk.  Peterson couldn’t help but see the heavy lump in Willingham’s speedo just before the other man wrapped the towel around his waist.  

“Sorry to drop in like this,” Peterson said as they shook hands.  

“Not at all!” Willingham waved a hand dismissively.  “Please excuse the towel...you caught Randy and I out in the pool.”  He turned to the blonde and nodded towards the door.  “You can go back out.  The detective and I have some talking to do.”  

“Okay!” Randy chirped again, eagerly scampering down the hall and out of.  

“He’s certainly….impressive,” Peterson said, watching until the blonde stud was out of sight.  

Willingham laughed and ran a hand through his damp, salt and pepper hair.  “That he is.  His strong points are mainly from the neck down, but he’s got a big heart.” 

“Amongst other things,” Peterson laughed, before quickly adding, “don’t get the wrong impression...I’m not here to judge.  I just had a few more questions about the Martin case.”  

Willingham just smiled.  “Of course.  Here, we don’t need to stand in the hallway.  Let’s go into my office.”  he motioned for Peterson to follow and led the younger detective into a large, shelf-lined room with an expensive looking mahogany desk at one end.  A pair of leather, wingback chairs sat in front of the desk, giving the room even more of a library feel.  Peterson watched Willingham walk over to a large curio cabinet filled with all manner of strange looking objects.  The professor pulled out an ornately shaped glass decanter and a pair of rocks glasses.  He filled the bottom of both glasses and held one out for the detective.  “Are you allowed to drink on the clock?”  

Peterson took the glass and shrugged, already smelling the peaty scotch.  “Anything in the line of duty,” he laughed.  “So, Professor Willingham…” 

The older man laughed and took a sip of the scotch, motioning to the towel around his waist with the other hand.  “Please, given the circumstances you can call me Carter.”  

“Nick,” the detective said, nodding back.  “So, Carter, tell me more about this statue.  Where did it come from and more importantly, who would want it?”

Carter set his drink down and leaned back against his desk, his burly arms flexing as they held him upright.  “The first part of that question is a bit of a long story.  As for the second, your guess is as good as mine.  It’s valuable, true, but there’s not much of a black market for that sort of thing.”  

Nick took up a spot in one of the chairs when Carter motioned for him to sit, taking another sip of his scotch.  “So you can’t think of anyone who’d want to…” 

Carter grinned evilly as he stared at the frozen detective.  Nick was standing with his drink in hand and a blank expression on his slack-jawed face.  In his head, the younger man was sitting and drinking while he and Carter were having a discussion about the investigation, but in reality, the detective was doing nothing of the sort.  The special ink and parchment that Carter had used planted the first seed, and the “scotch” did the rest.  It wasn’t as flashy as the kind of power that the statue could wield, but Carter knew there was always a time and place for more subtle methods.  

“What do we do with you,” he said, tapping his lips with a finger as he dropped his towel and paced around the frozen man.  He took the glass from Nick and downed the rest of the scotch.  “It IS expensive, after all,” he laughed to himself.  “If it’s any consolation, as far as your brain is concerned you’re actually drinking it.  So there’s that.  For now though, Nick, do me a favor and take your clothes off.”  

Robotically, the younger detective began unbuttoning his fitted shirt, steadily exposing his toned pecs and flat stomach.  He untucked it from his tight slacks and shucked it completely before undoing the fly and letting his pants drop.  The black boxer briefs he wore didn’t last long before they joined the pants around his ankles.  He worked his feet out of his shoes and stepped free from the bundle of clothes, showing his tight hole to Carter as he bent and pulled his socks off.  

The older man stepped back and nodded admiringly.  His initial impression of Nick had been correct.  The detective was covered in lean, ample muscle, a combination of bulk that had been acquired on the job and defined muscle maintained regularly in the gym.  With his thick brown hair, the younger detective was handsome, going on distinguished as he aged.  Carter slinked around behind and gave Nick’s firm bubble a squeeze before reaching in front and hefting the heavy package.  The detective had a short, thick cock sprouting from a trimmed, dark brown bush.  As Carter tugged, he felt it start to twitch and harden until the entranced man reached his full, wide six inches.  He ground his speedo-clad bulge against the younger man’s firm cheeks, resisting the urge to give in to temptation.  

Carter eventually stepped back and left Nick standing naked and erect while he thought about what to do with him.  The detective would have no memory of this.  Whenever Carter chose, Nick would snap out of his trance, fully believing that the conversation in his head had taken place.  Any other sensory input that he experienced wouldn’t be retained.  The older man had done this enough times with the earnest young frat boys in his undergraduate classes to know that it worked perfectly.  They left with memories of regular, office hour meetings, while in reality Carter had been working over their virile young bodies.  

He knew he needed to be careful.  He couldn’t just make a detective disappear without raising too many eyebrows.  It would be much simpler if he had the statue, but even without it he had plenty of resources at his disposal.  

“This could work…” he muttered under his breath.  The more he thought about it, the younger detective could be just what he needed.  He’d already been trying to work out a way to deal with the local police.  His plans for the statue didn’t involve interference from law enforcement, and Nick could be his way in.  

Carter walked back to his cabinet and pulled out a tiny glass jar filled with a dark crimson powder.  He very gently tapped some out into a wide wooden bowl, careful not to spill any of the precious powder.  The creatures who made it weren’t ones he wanted to interact with unless absolutely necessary.  The wretched beings lurked underground in sewers and lived in filth, but he couldn’t argue with their results.  They had been experimenting on hapless victims for thousands of years and had plenty of time to perfect their craft.  If you knew how to protect yourself around them and brought a worthy trade, usually in the form of a young man, you could walk away with powerful artifacts.  

Holding the bowl in position, Carter methodically tugged on Nick’s rigid pole until the frozen man gave a short gasp and sprayed into the bowl with the powder.  The older man milked out every last drop before swirling it all together into a thick, purplish liquid.  Taking a short, intricately carved piece of bone, Carter began drawing sigils on Nick’s body with the viscous ink.  As soon as it touched his skin it was absorbed and disappeared, leaving no trace that it had ever been there.  

“Time to spread the good word,” Carter said, tracing more and more of the sigils all over Nick’s body.  

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Chapter 6

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Nick drove back to the station, feeling a mixture of frustration and relief.  His conversation with Carter was enough for him to scratch the professor off the suspect list, and while this left him no closer to finding the real culprit or the whereabouts of the missing older man, Nick was glad.  He’d written Carter off as another pretentious desk jockey, but after their conversation he was starting to warm up to the other man’s rugged charm.  

Nick had been right about having another conversation away from Carter’s office.  Speaking with him at home had allowed the older man to drop his guard and Nick literally caught him with his pants down.  Even the fit, younger detective had to admit that Carter was an impressive sight in nothing but his speedo, even when compared to the impossibly built Randy.  That one still threw Nick for a loop.  He didn’t care that Carter was gay, he just hadn’t been expecting a nearly naked wall of blonde muscle to be what greeted him on the other side of the door.  

“Good for him,” Nick whistled, muttering to himself in the car.  The two men’s relationship seemed to be inverse, with Randy lacking the brains that Carter had in abundance, but making up for it with his sculpted, hung frame.  It was clear they were each getting what they wanted out of the arrangement, so Nick wasn’t going to judge. All he’d been interested in was pumping Carter for more information about the statue.  After seeing the professor’s house and the sheer volume of artifacts it was easier to buy his dismissive attitude towards the missing relic.  There really wasn’t a shortage of priceless antiques, and after talking about upcoming expeditions, Nick learned that there were plenty more to come.  

Still, it chafed him.  His instincts told him the statue was important, he just didn’t know how it factored in yet.  He thought it over as he made his way through the skeleton crew at the station to his desk.  Like the campus itself, their numbers were lower over the summer since it was generally quiet during those months.  Add to that a Saturday night and the few officers that were on duty were out rounding up drunks, leaving only a handful of other people in the station.  

“Any luck?”  A short, burly pitbull of a man waddled over, his huge arms hanging at an angle from his wide torso.  

“Struck out,” Nick sighed, dropping down into his chair and looking at the mound of notes and files scattered across his desk.  He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head.  “I just don’t get it, Len.  I’ve never seen a missing person case with so little to go on.”  

Len shrugged his beefy shoulders, the motion pulling his shirt even tighter across his shelf of a chest.  Tufts of hair stuck out from the exposed patch of skin behind the open top button.  “Maybe he didn’t go missing.  Maybe he just left.”   

Nick knew the other man could be right.  Len had a decade on him and the older man’s hunches were usually correct.  “I thought so too, but it’s entirely out of character.  Entirely.  This guy didn’t even take a shit without telling his secretary first.”  

“Looks like you keep diggin’,” Len smirked, handing Nick a mug of coffee.  

The younger detective shivered when his hand brushed against Len’s as he took the mug.  As soon as he made contact with the older man’s rough skin a tingle shot through him.  He shook his head and blinked rapidly, noting that Len was doing the same.  “Th..thanks…” he stammered quickly.  Len was just standing in silence, looking down at him.  

“If you wanna clear your head let me know.  I was gonna hit the gym in a bit,” the older man finally rumbled, his usual smirk replacing the look of confusion.  

Nick nodded.  “Sounds good.  Give me a couple minutes to jot down some notes and I’ll come snag you.”  He turned in his chair and started writing, but stopped after a few minutes when Len hadn’t budged.  “Did, uh, you need something else?”  

The older man’s round face was stretched by an awkward grin.  “Shit! Sorry...spaced out there.  I’ll be over at my desk.”  

Nick watched Len’s broad back the entire time as the other man navigated the sea of desks to cross the room.  Something about the way Len looked as he trudged was catching his attention.  He’d never noticed how much the shorter man’s body radiated a feeling of barely restrained power.  Len’s thick, chunky muscles suddenly seemed like an explosion just waiting to go off.  Nick looked away just as his older friend sat, but he could feel Len’s eyes on him the entire time he wrote.  When he stole the occasional glance, Len didn’t even bother to look away; he just kept staring.  

It was enough to distract Nick.  Though the conversation with Carter was fresh in his mind, he couldn’t seem to organize his thoughts enough to get them down on paper.  He thought he’d been jotting down notes the whole time, but as soon as he left the professor’s house and got out to his car he realized his notepad was still blank.  

“Fuck it,” he sighed, pushing away from his cluttered desk.  “He’s in the clear anyway.  Yo, Len,” he called across the room, “you ready?”  

The older man nodded and lumbered to his feet, jerking his head towards a lean, sandy-haired officer who’d just come in with his beefy, redheaded partner.  “Ben and Paul just got off shift.  They’re gonna join.”

Nick walked over and shook the thinner man’s hand.  “Hey Ben...long time no see.”  He shivered again and watched the same glassy eyed look flash across the young man’s face that he’d seen on Len.  The uniformed man seemed to shake it off quicker, grinning as he let go and made room for Paul to do the same.  “How’d it go out there?”  

The dazed, beefy ginger blinked rapidly and let go.  “Oh...uh, you know.  The usual.  Some drunks...a few fighting couples...busted tail lights.  Not the most exciting shift.”  

“It never is during the summer.  You boys’ll learn that soon enough,” Len said in his deep, bassy rumble.  

Ben laughed and clapped Len on the back.  “If I’d have known how boring it was this time of year I would have gone out of my way to give you guys more to do when I was still in school.”  The young man flinched when Len’s meaty hand shot out and punched him on the arm.  “Hey! That’s assaulting an officer.”  

Len reached up and gave the back of the taller young man’s head a shove.  “No, it’s slapping a rookie.  There’s a difference.”  Ben and Paul were the youngest members on the force, something that the other guys liked to point out constantly.   

Nick usually joined in the ribbing, but he was distracted as the group made their way down to the basement.  The three other men stood close, constantly brushing against him, and he was having a hard time looking away from the younger, uniformed officers.  Lean, tall Ben and wide, beefy Paul were quite a pair.  They were like younger versions of himself and Len, and Nick found himself admiring the different  ways in which the two filled out their uniforms.  

The addled detective tried to focus on anything else once they were in the sparse locker room.  One end was a large, locker-lined rectangle with a few benches in the middle, while the other had a wall of showers and sinks.  Nick had never paid attention to exactly how little privacy the room provided.  He was far from shy about his impressive body and had strutted around naked plenty of times without giving it a second thought, but now it was all he could think about.  

He opened his locker and started unbuttoning his shirt while he thought about all the times the other guys had watched him while he undressed and showered.   He knew that they weren’t actually “watching” him anymore than he was watching them doing the same, but he couldn’t shake the idea of all those eyes on his naked body.  

“Yo, earth to Nick!”  

Paul’s laugh snapped Nick’s attention back to the present.  He looked over and saw the grinning redhead standing next to him in a pair of straining blue boxer briefs.  Paul’s pale shoulders were broad and freckled, with a set of large, plump pecs resting between them.  The young man’s brawny arms loomed large and powerful next to his flat, firm stomach, and a slight trail of ginger fur drew the viewer’s eye down to the thick bulge between his sturdy quads.  “Sorry,” Nick said, acutely aware of Paul’s boyish, handsome face and bright blue eyes for the first time.  “Lost in my head.”  

“Ben was asking about the Martin case,” Len said as he stepped out of his pants and stood in nothing but a pair of small white briefs.  The bleached cotton popped against Len’s hairy, olive skin and did nothing to conceal the thick, heavy package it contained.  The stocky older man was a brick wall of lumpy, unsculpted muscle that matched his personality perfectly.  

Ben nodded.  “Yeah...anything you want us to keep an eye out for?”  Like Nick, the lean young man had stripped out of his shirt, giving everyone a view of his smooth, defined torso and deceptively strong, ripped arms.  He stood with his pants open, exposing a patch of his grey briefs underneath.  

Nick stepped out of his shoes and shrugged.  “I don’t even know what I’m looking for yet.  I thought I had a lead with that other professor, but everything checked out.  Puts me right back at square….whoooaaa!”  Nick broke off, his face turning red.  He’d been undoing his pants while he spoke and had let them drop, only to find that he had nothing on underneath.  The black boxer briefs that he always wore were nowhere to be seen, leaving him naked and exposed in front of the other men.  

Next to him, Paul laughed and gave his bare cheeks a quick swat.  “Forget to put something on this morning?”  

“I...uh...I guess so…” Nick laughed awkwardly, his cheek stinging from Paul’s strong hand.  He stared down at his dangling package, confused.  He’d turned to face the other men while he spoke but didn’t try to cover himself.  

“Are you going to put something on now?”  

Nick shook his head again and finally turned towards his locker when he heard Ben’s laughing question.  “Fuck!  Sorry fellas, I don’t know where my head’s at.”  

“Hey...what was that you said earlier,” Nick heard Len ask with a wry laugh.  “Assaulting an officer?  Does that make this indecent exposure?”  

“You know, I think it does.  Should we book him?”  Ben’s voice didn’t sound like he was joking.  

“I mean, the law’s the law, right?”  

Nick started to turn at Paul’s loud laugh, but he’d barely moved before Len grabbed his arms.  In a flash, the naked detective’s hands were cuffed behind him as he was pressed against the lockers.  “O...okay...very funny…” he stammered, overwhelmed by the presence of Len’s hairy, solid body pressing against his bare back.  

“Funny?”  Nick gasped when Len shoved against him again.  The older man had pulled on the cuffs, twisting his arms roughly, but all the bound detective could focus on was the sensation of the stuffed briefs smashing against his perky bubble.  “So you think it’s funny to break the law? What do you think, boys?”  

Nick’s head was a whirl of confusion when Len spun him around.  He tried not to think about his long, thick cock slapping against his thigh in the process.  “Guys...what the fuck…” he said, his sculpted chest heaving as his breath came fast and heavy.  Ben and Paul stood next to each other, arms flexing as they folded across their bare chests.  The eyes that Nick had imagined watching him were now actually staring in his direction with a lustful hunger. 

“Hey man, you’re the one exposing yourself,” Paul said, casually adjusting the twitching lump in his boxer briefs.  

“Okay...you’ve had your fun...joke’s overuuuuhhh…” Nick was mortified at the groan that escaped his lips.  He’d been struggling against the cuffs when a surge of pleasure washed over him.  His dangling cock rocketed to attention while he was helpless to do anything about it.  The more his athletic body struggled against the metal bonds, the more his rigid pole ached.  

“Damn...I think he likes it…” Len said, giving the cuffs another tug and eliciting another confused moan.  

“I think he does too,” Ben laughed.  He dropped his pants and briefs in one motion, wagging his trim hips and smiling as Nick’s eyes followed his swaying hose.  

“So what’s the word, Nick?  You actually get off on this?”  The cuffed detective gasped and struggled for breath.  His heart was racing from a mixture of fear, embarrassment and overwhelming lust.  Len’s presence was overwhelming and arousing at the same time, making it hard for him to think.  “I asked you a question!”  

“UUUnnnnn….ye...yes!”  Nick moaned when Len roughly spun him around and shoved him against the lockers again.  He didn’t know why he said it; the words had just come out on their own.  He knew something was affecting all of them by the glazed looks behind the lustful stares, but the other men didn’t seem any more in control of their actions than he did.  

“It’s always you pretty boys,” Len said, almost in disgust.  “You guys are always into that weird shit.  So….what?  You get off every time you cuff a guy?  You sit at home jerkin’ it wishing it was you?”  

“No!” Nick shook his head as best he could with Len pressing him against the locker.  

The older man dug his briefs against Nick’s bare cheeks again.  “You sure about that?  You sure seem to be enjoying this.”  

“Yes!  I mean...no!  I mean...I don’t know!”  Nick whimpered, reflexively pushing his ass back against his friend’s bulge.  

“I dunno, Len.  Maybe some time in a cell would help clear his head.” The brawny ginger’s stout cock was tenting out his boxer briefs while he watched Nick get roughly manhandled against the lockers.  

Len laughed and stepped back to let Paul take his place.  “Alright, rookie.  You know the procedure...make sure he doesn’t have anything on him.”  

“MMMM….” Nick closed his eyes and groaned at the sensation of the younger man’s rough hands working their way over his bare skin as he was patted him down.  It was like his entire body was one giant nerve ending, the slightest contact making his knees go weak.  

“Don’t forget the cavity search.”  

Before Nick could process what Ben just said, Paul roughly spun him around and shoved him forward, jerking his arms upright behind him.  Nick had no choice but to bend forward so that his shoulders wouldn’t dislocate, and as soon as he did, a pair of thick fingers worked their way inside his tight, virgin hole.  “HHHHNNNNGGGGG!”  

Nick saw stars.  Every one of his ample muscles tensed like he’d just stepped on a live wire while Paul’s strong digits rooted around inside him.  “Ahh..aha...ahhhooo...oh...oh fuck…” Nick whimpered.  “Fuuuuu….fuck...that’s...that’s good…” He was actually disappointed when Paul finally pulled his fingers free.  

“He’s clear,” the young officer laughed smugly at the sound of Nick’s desperate voice.  

Len walked over, his now-tented briefs inches from the bent over detective’s face.  “So what’s it gonna be?  Do we need to keep you in a cell or did Paul jog your memory?”  He rubbed his straining briefs slowly against Nick’s face.  

“He...he did…” Nick stammered, his mouth reaching for the older man’s tented bulge on instinct.  

Len held his crotch tantalizingly close, but just out of reach.  “So you DO get off on being cuffed and treated like a common criminal?”  

Nick was screaming in his head.  He knew he shouldn’t enjoy any of this.  He should be thrashing and fighting his way free.  Even with his hands bound behind him, the fit detective was confident he could still put up a decent struggle.  The problem was that he didn’t want to.  The only thing he wanted was the fat, solid cock being held just inches away.  “YES! Yes...god...please...just let me…” 

Len’s tone softened as he suddenly took on the role of “good cop.”  “That’s all you needed to say, bud,” he said, stroking Nick’s thick brown hair.  With the other hand he pulled down the front of his briefs, letting his solid member spring free.  “Whooaaa….get ready fellas,” Len laughed, “he’s eager.”  

“I’m more interested in this right now,” Paul said, giving Nick’s ass a squeeze.  “Got him all loosened up and everything...be a shame to waste that.”  

Nick barely heard both men over the sound of his humming groans.  He’d never felt more content or turned on than he had the instant Len’s cock hit his tongue.  The older man filling his mouth made him feel better than he ever thought possible.  At least until Paul joined in.  “HHHHMMMMMMM!”  Nick’s eyes nearly bugged out of skull when the buff redhead’s thick, short cock split him open.  He squirmed and writhed as the squat organ worked its way in until he felt the other man’s fiery bush tickling his bare cheeks.  There was a moment of pure shock as Nick tried to wrap his head around the fact that he was being stuffed from both ends.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ben watching, stroking away the entire time.  

Then his body took over.  The handsome detective started bucking his hips and working his mouth like he’d done this countless times.  His arms were still bound and his firm abs burned as he held himself in the bent over position, but it only turned him on more.  The idea that he was getting two men off at the same time without the use of his strong arms or his long, thick cock drove him wild.  He knew there was no going back.  His relatively vanilla sex with women over the years seemed pitiful and bland compared to what he was feeling.  He never wanted it to stop.  When Paul came inside him and pulled away, he was desperate for a replacement.  He’d whimpered around Len’s cock and looked pleadingly at Ben until the other man took up the beefy man’s spot, laughing as he slid into the lubed up hole.  The tall man’s long rod felt nothing like his buff friend’s, but Nick loved it just as much, working his perky bubble until he’d swallowed all of it.  

He could feel a pressure building.  The more Len’s oozing cock slammed into his mouth in time with Ben’s steady pounding, the stronger it became.  Nick was on the cusp of exploding, but the pressure felt deeper than that, like something was about to be unleashed.  A purple haze glowed at the corners of his vision and Nick felt like things were crawling all over his skin. There was one last pause; a horrifying moment of clarity where the addled detective was entirely aware of how wrong all of this was.  Like the eye of a storm, it passed quickly as Nick came.  He let loose a long, deep bellow, his untouched cock spraying like a hydrant that had been broken open.  The purple haze that had lingered at the edges flared into a blinding flash that shot outwards from him.  The light washed over the other men, passing through the walls and up through the floor to permeate the entire building.  

When Nick came to he was in a panting heap on the cum-covered floor.  His arms were still cuffed and he looked up just in time to see his three coworkers finish getting dressed.  

“Come on,” Len barked, tugging Nick up by an arm.  The naked detective staggered on his feet, too weak to resist as Len pulled him along.  

“What...where are we going…” Nick managed to ask while Ben and Paul flanked him.  

“You’re going to get your wish and spend some time behind bars,” Len said flatly.  

“Wait...what?  No!  You guys can’t just…” Nick tried to pull away but only managed to scoot back a few feet before Paul shoved him forward.  The longer they walked the more his head cleared, and Nick was horrified at the thought of being paraded naked through the station.  They were already making their way up the back staircase, and before he could stop himself, the sculpted detective was being marched down the hall in front of the other cells.  The handful of men already in lock up whistled cat calls as he passed, and Nick was mortified to feel his cock twitching in response.  

“Be good and maybe you’ll get out early,” Ben said when they passed through a door to reach the isolation cell.  It was separate from the rest, reserved for people who were either out of their minds on drugs or having a mental health crisis.  All it had was a thin, bare mattress on the floor and a toilet in the corner.  

The bars slid open and Nick was shoved inside.  He was already hard before the door slammed shut behind him.  

“Hands.”  

At Paul’s command, Nick stuck his arms back through the bars so the cuffs could be removed.  “But...wait!  You can’t just leave me in here!”  Nick’s heart was pounding.  He didn’t know why he was letting any of this happen, but he was more concerned with why he so badly wanted it to happen.  He was naked and hard, locked in a cell with nothing to cover himself.  He’d never been more turned on in his life.   

Len gave one last look over a broad shoulder as the three men left.  “Don’t worry pal...you’ll have plenty of visitors.”  

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Carter sighed contentedly, running his fingers over the wad of black fabric in his hand.  He opened his eyes slowly, still dizzy from his consciousness returning to his body.  The professor had watched Nick’s ordeal at the station from afar, and he smiled triumphantly at what his spectral eyes had seen.  The plan was working perfectly.  The sigils he’d drawn had activated on contact, and the testosterone fueled environment of the police station only sped things along.  All that pent up aggression was the oily rag, and Nick was the lit match.  He’d kept the detective’s underwear because he thought it would be amusing, but it turned out to be the spark that set everything off when the handsome man unwittingly exposed himself.  Now, not only was Nick occupied, but he’d soon spread his influence over the entire station and the other officers.  Carter felt the exploding energies all the way across town as the veils between dimensions thinned around the building when Nick erupted.  Carter knew the results could be unpredictable, but one thing was certain: the local law enforcement was going to get much more interesting.    

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Chapter 7

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“OOOooohhh...fuuuuuuck….fuck yeah…” Mark groaned.  His steely arms flexed as he folded them behind his head.  The buff blonde was stretched out on his bed while Grady bounced up and down on his lap.  “Seriously dude...how...how are you...so good at this…” 

“Natural talent,” Grady purred, reaching down to tweak the tiny nipples on Mark’s bulging pecs.  

The prone man let out a loud groan and brought his arms down to clutch at Grady’s wide, solid thighs as they straddled him.  He thought back on it and couldn’t believe how much the other man had changed in such a short amount of time.  A week ago, Grady had been an average, athletic goofball.  Everyone knew that a handsome young man lurked under his shaggy hair and nondescript clothing, but no one anticipated the force with which that handsome man would make his appearance.  

Things had only continued to spiral since the afternoon he’d come home with his new haircut and tattoos.  His raven hair was now always perfectly styled into a tight pompadour, and his high cheekbones were constantly covered in a light stubble.  The combination accentuated his striking features and left him with a dark, brooding look that was offset by his surprisingly plump lips.  

Along with his newfound interest in his appearance, what little clothing Grady still wore was far from nondescript.  Shorts and t-shirts had been replaced by lycra and tank-tops, and if he wore jeans, they were never more than a short pair of daisy dukes.  As long as it was form fitting and revealing he’d wear it; otherwise he went without.  The fun loving spaz had turned into a sultry stud.  

Mark had originally only intended to act on their bet and make Grady complete all the menial, daily tasks he hated, but his friend had other ideas.  The morning after Grady had stripped Mark down to do his laundry, the bottom heavy young man joined his friend in the shower.  Mark hadn’t asked him to; Grady just tossed the curtain open and started lathering his muscular torso up.  He was so caught off guard that he didn’t realize his fat seven inches had sprung to attention until Grady was stroking it, then sucking it.  

One look at his friend’s tight, defined body on its knees was all it took.  Since then they’d been going at it constantly, to the point where Mark had started wearing less and less so they wouldn’t be slowed down.  The short man’s baggy muscle shirts draped down below his waist and he’d taken to wearing them like gowns.  His meaty pecs and bowling ball shoulders hung out through the sides, and he exposed himself whenever he reached for something or sat down, but he didn’t care.  If Ethan and Grady could walk around mostly naked, he wasn’t about to worry.  

Even Landon was finally getting in on the changing mood.  Mark caught his tall friend openly jerking off all the time now.  The first time he’d stumbled across him, Landon had been standing in the hallway outside Ethan’s room, stroking and watching while their other friend toweled off from a shower.  For his part, Ethan didn’t seem to care and even looked like he was egging it on.  Since then, Mark had caught Landon watching him and Grady multiple times, to the point where Grady had even taken to doing strip teases for the muscled giant.  They’d asked if he wanted to join them, but Landon only seemed interested in watching.  

Ethan was another story.  The handsome, sandy-haired hunk didn’t hesitate to join in when Grady asked.  Mark still got hard at the thought of what it had felt like to be in the middle of that sandwich.  It was the first time he’d ever bottomed.  Ethan’s endowment rivaled his own, and while Grady squirmed on the end of his large rod, Mark grunted in pain while his virgin hole was split open by the other man’s meaty cock.  

He hadn’t expected to enjoy it as much as he did.  Once the pain subsided, the sensation of Ethan’s thick pole sliding in and out of him was electric.  Mark had always thought of himself as good in bed, but now he wondered.  Ethan had made him feel things he’d never thought possible, and since then he was almost as eager as Grady to have his granite cheeks stuffed.  He didn’t know if it was just the result of their recent bedroom romps, but Ethan was somehow seeming to grow hotter by the day.  Mark had never noticed how expansive his friend’s pecs were, or how big and round his solid rear was.  

Despite Ethan’s ample bottom, Grady still had everyone beat in that department.  The lean man’s bouncing cheeks seemed absolutely massive against the rest of his tight, wiry body, the one soft spot on an otherwise solid frame.  As much as he also enjoyed being on the receiving end, Mark couldn’t get enough of the bouncing pillows, loving how Grady alternated between submissive and dominant.  His thinner friend would beg to be ordered around, but then when the action started it was unclear who was fucking who.  Grady loved being on top, and the large, round globes almost formed a vacuum seal while he used his hole like a third hand.  

Mark’s reverie was interrupted by an unexpected building of pressure.  “Fuck...I’m gonna...gggnnnnnn….” his powerful core flexed as he spasmed and bucked the smaller man up into the air, cumming without warning.  Grady’s still-solid cock slapped against Mark’s washboard stomach as he bounced up and down like he was riding a mechanical bull.  

“That was quicker than normal,” Grady sighed.  He loved the feeling of Mark’s warm fluids hitting his insides, but he was still far from the edge himself.  

“Sorry dude,” Mark panted, feeling slightly embarrassed at his poor performance.  “Guess you were just extra on your game tonight.  I’ve still got fingers,” he offered, taking two handfuls of Grady’s hairy cheeks and giving them a squeeze.

The dark haired man leaned down and planted a long, deep kiss while he slid off his friend’s softening member.  “Maybe later...I’m gonna go see what Ethan’s doing.”  

Mark had a moment of clarity as he watched Grady scamper down the hall.  He knew without a doubt that his friend’s sizeable cheeks had grown larger, just as he knew that Ethan’s body was changing as well.  He knew all of their recent behavior was strange and wrong.  For a brief instant he could see everything that was happening to them, but by the time he sat up it was gone.  He felt like he was forgetting something as his feet hit the ground.  He shrugged it off while he stood and stretched, his attention focused on his reflection in the mirror.  Something looked off.  

He turned from side to side, flexing and prodding at himself while he tried to figure it out.  His muscles all seemed to be in their proper place, but as he examined his reflection, he noticed that his package didn’t seem to have the same heavy hang to it.  It looked shorter and thinner, and his normally low-hanging balls didn’t dangle as far.  He blamed it on his recent release as he pulled on one of the draping muscle shirts and headed down the hall.    

“Hey man,” he said, stopping in Landon’s doorway.  The bald muscle man was stretched out on his bed, his large, solid cock tenting the tiny yellow boxer briefs that popped against his dark brown skin.  

“Hey,” Landon sighed, his washboard stomach flexing as he exhaled.  He sounded as if he was in a daze and had a glassy look in his normally bright eyes.  “That sounded quicker than usual,” he said, openly rubbing the solid lump in his straining underwear.  

Mark blushed and scratched at his short blonde hair.  “Yeah...I don’t know what that’s about…” He trailed off as he followed Landon’s eyes to the package he’d exposed when he lifted a meaty arm.  “What?”  

“Is that...smaller?”  Landon sat up to get a closer look, a damp spot starting to form in the yellow fabric of his boxer briefs.  

“What?  No! Of course not!” Mark let the shirt drop, but the other man lifted it back up and grabbed his dangling equipment.  Even though he’d just cum, the short, sculpted man hardened against Landon’s rough palm.  “Dude...there’s no way it’s…”

“Oh shit!”  Landon pulled his hand away and stared in wide-eyed shock at Mark’s obviously smaller cock.  He’d seen his friend naked enough times over the years to know what it should have looked like, and the short, solid rod wasn’t it.  

Mark’s heart started to race.  “It’s not...is it really smaller?”  He quickly pulled the muscle shirt free and pawed at his lower half while Landon rummaged through a drawer.  He almost didn’t want to take the ruler from his friend, but he had to know.  “Fuck!”  the blonde stud yelped as the plastic ruler clattered to the floor.  Instead of seven inches, he topped out at barely five.  He ran to Landon’s mirror and looked at himself again, turning from side to side.  For the first time since he could remember, his rigid poker looked less massive and more proportional to the rest of his short frame.  “What the fuck?!  How is this possible?!”

Landon heard his friend’s panicked cries, but all he could focus on was the other man’s shortened member.  He couldn’t stop thinking about how different Mark looked already.  Landon gasped as he pictured Mark’s sculpted, granite body, strutting around and flexing with nothing but a tiny nub poking out between his muscled thighs.  

“Hng!” the sitting man gave a quick grunt as he came, soaking the front of his underwear when he blasted through it.  

Across the hall, the open eyes of the statue stared hungrily.  

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At the same time, across town, Liam was leading his two new friends out into the woods.  He’d spotted the men from across the bar the instant they’d walked in.  The short, beefy ginger and his tall, lean partner had him hard before the door even closed behind them.  He didn’t know their names, but he’d already learned to stop asking.  It didn’t matter.  

The few times he’d been able to stop and think about it, the burly man was surprised at how quickly he’d taken to picking up guys.  As someone who’d beaten a man up for hitting on him, the sudden shift in behavior was as unexpected as it was confusing.  

It all started with Ethan.  At first his friend’s constant nudity was just annoying, until a switch flipped in Liam’s head.  Instead of being irritated by Ethan’s exposed flesh, it was all he could think about.  It was all he wanted to think about.  He tried to isolate himself in his room, but after he caught himself jerking off thinking about his friend’s naked body, he split.  He’d only been back to the house a few times when it was absolutely necessary, but it hadn’t helped.  Things were still escalating beyond his control.  He’d been staying at his buddy Alex’s apartment for a few nights after leaving the house, but his fellow football player had thrown him out when he’d woken up one morning to find Liam’s mouth wrapped around his cock.  

Things moved quickly after that. Since then, Liam had been hopping from bed to bed, picking up a different guy, or multiple guys, every day.  He liked to think he was good at it, but the big man had noticed that other men seemed drawn to him.  His beefy body and bulldog face weren’t unattractive, but they were far from irresistible.  It shouldn’t have been so easy to land so many guys, and once he did, he shouldn’t have been so good at it.  His mouth, his hands, his ass; Liam suddenly knew how to use all of them to reduce a guy to a moaning puddle.  

And the more he did it, the more he wanted to keep doin it.  He didn’t even care what the guy looked like anymore, or what they wanted to do.  In this strange new world he’d entered, Liam was just desperate to experience as much of it as he could.  

“This spot should be good,” Liam said, coming to a halt in a wooded clearing.  A shaft of bright moonlight illuminated the surrounding forest as he turned to face the two men.  “So what do you guys wanna do,” the burly man purred, sounding almost coy.  

The stocky ginger adjusted the large bulge in his tight jeans as he looked up at his taller friend.  “What sounds good to you?”  

The lean man raised an eyebrow as he looked Liam up and down.  “Something tells me you’re really good with that mouth of yours.”  

Liam shrugged his giant shoulders.  “I don’t like to brag.”  

“We got a cocky one,” the shorter man laughed.  

“We’ll see,” the taller one said smugly as he opened his jeans. 

Liam didn’t wait.  He fell to his knees and zeroed in on the shorter man.  He had the man’s pants open in a flash, swallowing the fat cock that shot free.  While the thick pole filled his mouth, he used his other hand to fish out the taller man’s long, thin rod and started stroking it.  A loud sigh hummed out around the invading organ in Liam’s mouth as his body lit up.  It was like a drug and this was his fix.  As soon as the buff little man’s cock hit his tongue, Liam was soaring.  When he pulled his mouth away to switch to the other man he rubbed his cheeks against the spit-slick rod like a cat scratching its face on a door frame.  

“He wasn’t...kidding…” the short one panted, grinding his cock into Liam’s stroking hand while the kneeling man’s pug face bobbed in and out of the tall one’s crotch.  

“Hoooo boy he sure wasn’t,” the thinner man grunted.  “Come on big guy...let’s get a look at you.”  

Liam obeyed, raising his thick arms above his head and pulling his mouth away just long enough to let his shirt be lifted free.  He flexed his brawny chest while his pudgy fingers fumbled his jeans and underwear open as he resumed working the dripping rod in front of him.  

“Football player?”  The shorter man walked around and stroked the back of Liam’s head with his rigid cock.  “You’re definitely built like one.”  

“Ye..yeah…” Liam gasped as he turned and switched back to the other man. The mention of being on the football team sent a rush of embarrassment through him that somehow drove him on even more.  

“I bet the guys love that,” the taller man said, catching his breath.  “Fucking a real football player?  Big burly thing like you?  Do the other guys know what you get up to?”  

Liam’s face burned from the taunting question.  “No...I mean...probably not…” he stammered as the shorter man pulled away.  

“Do you want them to?”  Liam’s stomach dropped when the tall man pulled out a badge.  

“Oh...oh fuck...wait a minute...I’m not…” the big man’s heart was racing as he tried to desperately talk his way out.  

“You’re not what?  Exposing yourself in the park like some pervert?”  Liam shuddered as the shorter man ran a booted foot along the thick cock he’d loosed when opening his jeans earlier.  

“But...but you guys...you’re also…” 

“We just stood here.  You’re the one that did all the work,” the tall man shrugged.  “On your feet.”  

“Wait!  Please!  Just let me…” Liam was cut off when he stood and found his hands immediately cuffed behind his back by the shorter man, who promptly sent his jeans and underwear tumbling around his ankles.  

“Kinda small for a big guy, isn’t he?”  The tall man laughed, cocking his head and looking at Liam’s short, stubby cock.  

“Eh, there’s plenty of the rest of him,” the stocky man said, giving one of Liam’s ample globes a squeeze.  He laughed and squeezed harder when he heard the bigger man’s quiet moan.  “I bet you’re just fuckin’ desperate for this, aren’t you,” he asked, rubbing his cock against the thick man’s exposed rear.  

“Come on, man, you can do that at the station once we book him,” the lean one said impatiently.  

The redhead gave Liam’s smallish cock a quick tug as he ground into him again.  “He can’t just leave us like this, though.”  

“Oh, yeah, he’s definitely finishing what he started.  I’m just sayin’ don’t get too crazy out here.”  The tall man stepped forward as Liam was pushed down to his knees.  The cuffed, naked man hated how badly he wanted to keep going.  Even under the dire circumstances, he wanted nothing more than to get the long, throbbing rod back in his mouth.  “Do a good job and we’ll make it easy for you.”  

“Like fuck we will,” the little ginger laughed, slapping his friend on the arm.  

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that.”   

Liam whimpered lustfully and kept going, terrified and strangely thrilled at the thought of what was to come.  

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Chapter 8

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Ethan tossed fitfully in his sleep.  He dreamt that he was running, only he wasn’t jogging across campus like he usually did.  He was running through a vast, perpetual darkness.  There was nothing but an inky void above, around and below him as his legs impacted against a solid surface that he could feel, but not see.  His body felt increasingly wrong, but he couldn’t stop running.  Looking down for the invisible ground, he could barely see over the massive mounds of muscle that had become his chest, and with each footfall, it felt as though large weights were bouncing around at his lower back.  

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.  

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“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.  

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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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Chapter 9

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Landon wiped the fog from the mirror and stared at his reflection, his eyes wide with a horror he couldn’t name.  Somewhere inside him an alarm bell was ringing.  As he stood naked in the middle of the open bathroom, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the room was just slightly off.  Everything looked the same, but seemed just out of place.  The memories stored in his ample muscles betrayed him, jamming his hand into a wall instead of grabbing an item off a shelf, or tangling his feet when he went to take a step.  

It wasn’t just the bathroom, either.  He was out of sync with the entire house, knocking over dishes in the kitchen and tripping when he hurried up the stairs.  At first he’d blamed his constant, insatiable lust for the distraction.  The dark skinned hunk was hard almost all the time now.  The slightest of lustful thoughts or the gentlest rubbing had his long, thick member rigid and throbbing in the blink of an eye.  He’d stopped wearing anything on his lower half because it was too much for him to handle.  He oozed through his tight boxer briefs in no time at all, and just wearing his baggy basketball shorts wasn’t any better.  

And they just slowed him down.  One of the muscular man’s strong hands was always attached to his aching pole lately.  He stroked almost absently as he wandered around the house in a daze, naked from the waist down.  The first time he’d caught himself openly jerking off while staring at one of his friends had been humiliating, but he couldn’t help himself.  The more he thought about them watching him, the more he ached.  For their part, his friends had only seemed mildly amused at first, and didn’t even give it a second thought now.  Landon would walk in the room, pumping away while they went about their business like everything was entirely normal.  

He’d tried to stop himself.  He knew it wasn’t his regular behavior; none of their actions lately had been.  First was Ethan shedding his clothes, then Liam disappeared, then Grady couldn’t stop shoving things up his ass, and now even Mark, his workout partner, had fallen prey.  Landon had felt the strange thoughts creeping more and more into his own head and had tried his best to fight them.  He thought he’d been succeeding, until the day he looked down and saw his dick in his hand while he stood in the hallway, staring at Ethan.  Somehow they’d gone from a house full of straight, athletic frat bros, to something else entirely.  Landon had struggled valiantly in his futile terror, but only at first.  

Now, standing in front of the mirror, the concern he felt was only an echo of what it had been.  He’d stopped feeling embarrassed around the same time he’d decided to stop wearing any clothes at all.  Now the sculpted, ebony adonis wandered the house bare, letting his increasingly sensitive skin absorb whatever sensations it could.  It wasn’t just his dick that had become twitchy; the slightest touch anywhere on his body sent electric shivers through him.  It was why he didn’t participate with the other guys, even when they frequently asked him to.  They either wanted a crack at his own round, solid globes, or they wanted his lengthy cock inside them.  He’d obliged Grady one time, and had nearly passed out in the process.  The short, wiry man had swallowed him with his bouncing cheeks and Landon saw stars.  He could barely breathe while Grady squirmed and writhed on his lap, and the next thing he knew the other man was sliding free and he was hoarse from the relentless, ecstatic screams that tore out of his throat.  

Since then, he kept to himself, sitting off the side and watching while his friends went at it, the whole time knowing deep down that something was wrong.  Tugging on his eager cock had become a way of relieving anxiety, like a baby sucking a thumb.  It was this familiarity that made Landon start to think that his body was betraying him like the house was.  The spurting hose that he was so intimately familiar with started to feel different in his hands.  It felt like it filled his fist more, and that he had a further distance to stroke when he pulled on it.  

He would have thought it impossible, if it weren’t for the other changes to his friends.  Ethan’s proportional, moderate build had somehow sprouted a massively oversized set of pecs, and what was once a perky, firm rear had inflated to rival Grady’s.  That was saying something, since Grady’s already sizeable backside now looked like a pair of basketballs had been strapped to his lower half.  Landon felt his cock pulse at the thought of his two friends going at it.  Whenever Ethan plowed into Grady, they both bounced and jiggled.  Grady’s pillowy cheeks were like shock absorbers, rippling with each of Ethan’s quick thrusts, while the blonde man’s own plump rear twerked wildly.  The contrast between the supple globes and the rest of their rock hard bodies was more than Landon could bear.  

“MMMMmmmmmm….” Landon moaned quietly as his cock sprayed at the mental image of Ethan giving it to the always eager Grady.  Mark had been the one to set the bottom heavy man on that path, but lately the short, buff blonde had taken to receiving more than giving.  While their other two friends had grown, the compact muscle man had lost size, specifically between his legs.  Mark’s long, wide cock should have more than made up for what he lacked in height.  Next to Landon he’d been the biggest in the house, but seemingly overnight, Mark’s package had started to dwindle.  He lost inches along with stamina, spraying almost instantly whenever his increasingly small rod was touched.  

Landon had just seen his former workout partner that morning, sauntering down the hall in a woman’s thong.  The purple lace popped against Mark’s tanned skin, and from behind he looked every bit as masculine and built as always.  The thin purple string disappeared between the granite mountains that formed his ass, but when Mark turned, all Landon saw was a small, petite lump pushing out pathetically between his friend’s wide, solid quads.  

Landon had cum on the spot.  He wasn’t horrified at his friend’s dramatic change, nor was he embarrassed at his own uncontrollable behavior.  All he could think about was how hot his friend’s sculpted, bodybuilder frame looked as it simultaneously radiated masculinity and femininity.  Despite being significantly shorter, Landon knew that Mark could put him through a wall.  But watching his friend prance down the hall in the lacy underwear, the last thing he seemed was dominating.  Even kind, gentle Landon felt an urge to humiliate his friend.  

Though he’d just sprayed, thinking about Mark had the naked man’s cock hard again as he walked out of the bathroom and saw Ethan at the other end of the hall.  

“Hey man,” Ethan waved, causing his massive pecs to bounce in the process.  

“Mornin’” Landon smiled back, casually stroking away at the sight of Ethan in nothing but a pair of small, green bikini briefs.  The sandy-haired man’s pouch was filled almost beyond capacity, and the small patch of fabric at the back was useless when it came to containing his friend’s altered rear.  “Any word yet from Liam?”  

Ethan shook his head.  “None.  I’m starting to get worried.  Before it at least looked like someone had been in his room, but now it doesn’t look like it’s been touched in days.”  

“Damn.  He’s a total dick, but I hope nothing...bad...happened…” Landon trailed off when Ethan stepped close.  They both blinked at each other for a moment while they tried to process what seemed different.  

Landon’s heart started to race again, only this time he could name his fear.  Instead of towering over the six-foot Ethan, the bald man found himself staring his friend in the eye.  There was a flash of realization as Landon suddenly understood why everything in the house seemed just slightly off.  He looked down at the cock in his hand and knew he wasn’t just imagining that, either.  It really was larger.  He looked back up at Ethan and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a knock at the door.  

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Randall felt nervous as he knocked on the frat house door.  He didn’t like being away from Carter.  When they were out of the house he had to wear clothes, which he hated, and he didn’t have someone to take care of him.  Carter made him feel safe, and the longer they were apart, the more anxious Randall became.  The stunning, muscular giant knew he wasn’t good at figuring things out or paying attention, but Carter had told him to come here, and he wanted to keep his friend happy.  If that meant he had to wear a pair of confining little shorts and a skin-tight tank-top, he would.  Randall liked the bright colors of both, but even this small amount of fabric made him feel like he was tangled in ropes.  Carter told him his new friends would let him take it all off once he was inside, and he shifted his weight from one thick leg to the other impatiently until the door opened.  

“Hi!” Randall chirped, a wave of giddiness washing over him when a handsome, nearly naked young man opened the door.  Randall’s eyes immediately dropped to the stranger’s huge chest and tiny waist, before settling on the sandy-haired stud’s bulging underwear.  He watched the other man look him up and down and smile back. 

“Uh...hey there.  Can I help you?”  

“I’m Randall,” he said, sticking his hand out as he’d seen Carter do when meeting someone.  

“Ethan,” the other man said, sounding slightly confused as he grasped the meaty paw.  

As soon as they made contact, Randall wanted to scream.  He was no longer a dull, cheerful hunk, but an elderly professor trapped in a nightmare.  He remembered everything.  The flight from his office as he started to change replayed in his head, and he recalled bumping into the young man that now stood in front of him, or at least a version of him.  His stomach dropped when he thought about all the things that Carter had made him do.  In his head, he remembered them as he should have looked.  He saw himself as an old man bouncing up and down on Carter’s lap, or burying his face between the other man’s legs.  He saw his original body parading around in tiny underwear, not the dull, gorgeous giant he’d become. 

Having felt them before, Randall could feel the statue’s energies pulsing throughout the house.  He knew that was why Carter had sent him in, just as he knew his former associate was much more powerful and dangerous than he ever could have imagined.  This research had all been history and theory to him, but to Carter it had been a very real practice.  He knew the other man had terrible things in store if he ever got his hands on the statue.  As Randall thought back to watching Carter paint strange symbols on a frozen, naked detective, he knew the other man already had powerful artifacts at his disposal.  But they all paled in comparison to the statue.  

He had to warn these young men.  He had to warn everyone.  The statue’s effects were already very apparent and could start spreading, but if he could get to his office and find his notes he might be able to do something.  His burgeoning plan was dashed under a fresh wave of horror when he spoke.  Instead of warning the handsome young man of their imminent danger, he only managed to say, “You’re pretty!”  

Ethan raised an eyebrow and cocked his head as he stared at the large lump in Randall’s tiny shorts.  “Coming from you, that’s a compliment,” he laughed.  “Do you want to come in?”  

Randall tried desperately to turn away.  Their possible salvation was just across campus in his office, but he was quickly discovering a new layer of torment.  Where before he’d been oblivious to what was happening, now he found himself a helpless, aware passenger in his altered body.  “Sure!” he said with a torturous smile as he stepped inside and the door slammed shut behind him.  

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“Not bad, Detective.”  The young officer’s voice dripped with sarcasm, but Nick wasn’t in a position to do anything about it.  He didn’t even know who it was.  Nick knew the man was hung, with a thick, wide cock, but from his kneeling vantage point he couldn’t move his head enough to look up and see.  He was chained to the bars of the cell on his knees, his arms, neck, legs, and cock all held in place.  He’d been that way for what felt like days.  There was a guide in his mouth, forcing it open, and every so often another man would come along and casually take advantage of the waiting hole like they were going on a smoke break.  

It would have been an absolute nightmare if Nick didn’t love it so much.  He’d been confused and angry, but that was gone now.  He didn’t understand what was happening that first night when he’d been stripped and thrown in the cell, cuffed to the bed.  Something in his head had told him to fight what was happening, but by the time he’d gotten to the third man, he was begging for another to come in and fill him from behind.  Now, his ample muscles were stiff and sore from being stuck in the same position, but he loved the discomfort.  His bound cock throbbed at the thought of himself, the once-forceful detective, being used as nothing more than a cum dump.  

He wished he could see what he looked like.  They’d shaved his blonde head, along with the rest of his body, and through the growing haze, what remained of Nick’s old self knew that something dramatic was happening.  In addition to the constant chains, they’d attached clamps and suckers to his nipples and weights to his aching balls, and already he could see that they were changing.  He could feel his heavy, formerly hairy orbs hanging lower than they should, and his normally tiny nipples seemed huge and nubby.  He was starting to feel like clay that was slowly being molded into something else.  Whatever was happening, he knew the handsome, thirty-something detective that had entered the cell wouldn’t be the person who left it.  

It certainly seemed true for the young man in the cell next to him.  He’d been just as confused as Nick had when he first arrived, but like the bound detective, he seemed to be settling in.  Whoever he was, he was beefy.  Nick figured him for one of the football players based on his burly build, but if he had been a member of the team, it looked like those days were over.  The young man was currently bound to the front of his cell like he was, but facing the other direction.  Instead of his mouth, the men would come by and take advantage of the ample rear that was growing larger and softer by the day.  

Because of the young man’s already large size, the officers thought it was funny to make him eat.  They mocked him, telling him he had to fuel up to keep his size while they forced him to down plate after plate.  Like what was happening to his own changing body, Nick could see the effects already as the man was ballooning up with fairytale speed.  What had been a solid muscle gut was looking rounder and rounder, and the strong pecs that had loomed above were losing their definition.  His arms were still huge, but they weren’t the steely pistons they had been, nor were the chubby thighs that increasingly obscured his smallish cock.  The man’s wide, lantern jaw had been swallowed by a growing chin and puffing cheeks.  Like Nick, he’d been shaved from head to toe, only accentuating his rounding frame.  

Whether or not the young man was aware of the changes, he certainly looked like he enjoyed them.  He howled and grunted with pleasure when the men would squeeze his belly or jiggle his softening chest.  He’d been a beast of a man when he arrived, but watching his chubby body shake and bounce on all fours, the young man was literally starting to look like one.  

Nick could hear other men, too.  The cells were starting to fill up and there was already talk of them having to share.  He didn’t mind.  As long as he could keep doing what he was doing, he didn’t care if they put six people in his cell.  Part of him wanted them to.  

“UUUUnnnnn….uuunnnn…” Nick groaned blissfully when the random officer pulled his cock away and sprayed all over his face, trying to catch as much of it in his mouth as he could with his limited range of motion.  He whimpered as the man left, already eager for the next person to come by.  

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Chapter 10

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Randall hated the blissful sensations coursing through his muscular, oversized frame.  He currently had a wiry, tattooed young man bouncing on his lap and working his aching cock with an absolutely massive rear end.   The old Randall, the elderly professor, was both amazed and repulsed by the statue’s handiwork.  The young man’s disproportionate growth was far from natural, and his tattoos were clearly fresh.  He had one on each plump cheek and what looked like growing sleeves of various naked men traveling down each toned arm, starting at the shoulders.  “Heartbreakers” was written in cursive script on his lower back, just above his shelf of an ass, and it looked like his thick eyebrows were tattooed on as well above his full, pursed lips.  In the days that he’d been coming and going to the house, Randall had seen the scattered pictures of what all the men used to look like laying about, and the inked, seductive power bottom was a far cry from the smiling, shaggy haired man he should have been.  

Randall wished that he could make the young man stop.  He wished that he could at least want the young man to stop, but that was the last thing Randy would have liked.  The dull, muscular hunk that Randall was trapped inside of was all too happy to let Grady work his magic, and as far as he’d been able to see, the young man showed no signs of resistance.  None of them did, save for the increasingly short, increasingly hung Landon.  The former giant now stood at eye level with his blonde, micro-dicked bodybuilder friend, Mark.  Randall dreaded what he’d find upon arrival each day as he watched the ebony skinned hunk go from towering, to average, to short, and all the while his already sizeable package grew larger and larger.  The seemingly always hard organ was well over ten inches at this point and nearly as thick as a beer can, looking obscenely large on Landon’s dwindling frame.  

He never gave voice to his concerns, but Randall could see the fear in the young man’s eyes.  Unlike the others, the trapped older man could sense a spark of awareness still clinging on.  Landon’s blonde, panty-clad friend seemed all too happy about his current circumstance, as did the overly-developed Ethan.  From what he’d been able to gather, the young man he’d passed a few weeks ago had been the one to unknowingly start it all.  Randall cursed himself for ever letting the statue fall from his hands.  Looking at the handsome man’s too-big chest and too-big rear, both always exposed, he couldn’t help but feel responsible.  

In the days since his recent awakening he’d been trying in vain to wrest some measure of control from his new body, but so far all he could do was watch and helplessly share in all the joy his altered self experienced.  It was a sensation that Randall hadn’t been able to entirely wrap his brain around.  He constantly felt the humiliation that his limited new intellect brought, no small consideration for the former Ph.D., mingled with a constant, giddy lust.  Even in his younger days all those decades ago, Randall had never been anything close to the eager exhibitionist that Randy was.  Now, he was never happier than when he could prance around in as little as possible, much to Randall’s mortified sense of modesty.  

The worst was when Carter called him back home, though Randall didn’t think his former partner knew about his recent awakening.  He continued to go on at length about his plans while pumping Randall for information.  The older man wished he could hold back many of the details, and for the first time was glad of his current, goldfish-like memory.  But the worst was after the interrogation ended, and Randall found himself wrapped in Carter’s firm arms, loving how the other man’s rugged, hairy chest felt against his smooth skin.  He wanted to use his newly acquired bulk to break Carter in half, not whimper like a dog in heat while the other man filled him from behind.  

Just thinking about his handsome tormentor’s thick pole inside him was enough to push Randall over the edge.  He heard himself let out a loud moan before nearly bucking the lean young man off his lap.  

“Whoooaaaa,” Grady laughed as he was tossed about.  He was facing Randy and clung to the other man’s broad shoulders as he felt the torrent of fluid unleash against his insides.  He purred and squirmed, grinding his own cock against Randy’s washboard stomach while he worked the last of the juices out of his new friend’s iron rod.  He hadn’t cum yet, but he didn’t want to.  “Glad you started comin’ around, big guy,” he sighed as he stretched on Randy’s thick thighs, letting the other man soften inside him.  

“Me too!” Randy chirped, running his meaty hands down Grady’s tapering back to squeeze the squished cheeks.  The smaller man pulled himself off and hopped free, grinning at the amount of liquid that started running down his legs.  His still-solid cock stood aching and proud in front of him.  He wanted release, but he knew he needed to do the dishes, then the laundry, and then mop the floors.  When he was done, and only then, would one of the other guys let him get off.  

“I’ll see you around,” Grady winked before sauntering into the other room.  

Randall tried to pry his eyes from the shifting, hairy globes as the young man walked away, but all he could do was sit and stare and wish that he didn’t desperately still want Grady on his lap.  After a few moments he took a deep breath and got up to make his way upstairs.  Randall still blushed internally as he casually wandered naked through a strange house, something he’d hardly ever done in his own home before everything happened.  

He paused as he passed by one of the empty bedrooms.  He’d overheard the other guys talking about their absent friend Liam, and Randall suspected the worst.  No one had seen or heard from the burly man in over a week now.  Randall kept thinking back to Carter’s meeting with the detective, and the arcane time bomb he’d sent back to the police station.  For what felt like the thousandth time over the past few days, Randall cursed his helplessness.  If his suspicions about the police station were true, countless others could be in danger and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it.  

Lumbering out of Liam’s room, he paused again in front of Ethan’s open door to stare at the accursed statue that was causing all of this.  In his state of dual awareness, Randall could actually see the sickly green and black energies pouring off the ancient creature.  He didn’t even think of it as a statue anymore, but saw it for what it really was: a fragment of a living, terrible being of awesome power.  It wasn’t carved from stone, but from a scale that had dropped or a small fleck of its hide.  Like humans unaware of their shedding skin and creating dust, the eldritch abomination that was already wreaking so much havoc was nothing but a cast off.  Even in his unaltered state, Randall would have had a hard time wrapping his head around the sheer scope of the forces at work.  There was another surge of anger as he thought about Carter and his hubris, and the sheer arrogance it took to even attempt at meddling with such powers.  

Randall turned and walked away, grateful to no longer be staring at the squat, hideous object.  Ethan was out for a run and Mark was at the gym, so the house was relatively quiet.  The only person he hadn’t seen yet was Landon, but as he turned the corner, he literally ran into the other man, bowling him over.  

“Sorry!” Randy said with an exaggerated frown when he sent the naked Landon sprawling to the ground.  As the shaken man stood, the old professor felt his stomach drop. Instead of looking him in the eye as he knew the other man should, the top of Landon’s head just barely reached Randy’s sculpted pecs.  

The shrunken man shook his head with a dazed look.  “No, it’s cool,” Landon said, his hand reflexively dropping to the cock it could no longer wrap entirely around.  

Randall could still see that spark of recognition in the other man’s eyes as they stared at each other.  Reaching out to put a hand on Landon’s small shoulder, he almost felt like he could speak as himself.  “Are you o...okay…” he managed before trailing off, a shudder running through him.  There was a moment of quickly growing tension, the kind that lingered after a fuse had been lit, and then a sudden explosion as an invisible force threw them apart from each other.  They were like two similar poles of a magnet as they each slammed into an opposite wall.  

Randall was dazed from the impact.  Even his new body had a hard time shrugging off something like that.  It occurred to him as he tried to get his bearings that he hadn’t actually touched Landon before.  The smaller man liked to watch more than participate, so he and Randy had never made more than a brief, passing contact.  Looking over, he could see that the awareness in Landon’s eyes had grown from a spark to a raging fire.  

“Oh fuck...oh fuck...it’s real...it’s really real….” the altered man stammered as he looked down at himself in horror.  “It felt like a nightmare….but it’s…” he looked over at Randy, his shrunken chest heaving.  “You...you too.  It got you too.  Just like it got everyone else.  It did this to us!  It turned us into these freaks!”  

Randall staggered to his feet after Landon, trailing the now-small man down the hall to Ethan’s room. 

“You fucking monster!  Look what you did to us!” he raged at the silent idol.  “I had a life!  I had plans...I had...I had a body that wasn’t this horny little...creep!”  Landon’s shortened arms shot out and grabbed the idol.  It looked larger than it should in his tiny grasp as he ran down the hall to where a door led out to the house’s second-story porch.  

Landon didn’t stop to get dressed.  He ran naked outside onto the balcony and Randall saw him shot-put the cumbersome object over the edge.  The older Randall wanted to scream out a warning, but the new Randy could only watch, confused by Landon’s strange actions as the statue crashed onto the concrete below, shattering into a thousand pieces.  

There was a deafening shriek, like a jet plane flying low and fast over the ground, followed by a blinding flash of light and gust of wind.  Both men gagged at the foetid stench that washed over them like a cloud as they watched the broken fragments melt into the ground.  With his new sight, Randall could see a large, jagged tear hovering a few feet in the air.  It was the same sickly green and black color that he’d seen before, looking like an open wound in the fabric of reality itself.  Beyond, he could see countless, swirling stars and a large, looming shape.  He could hear Landon’s panting breath next to him once his ears stopped ringing, but before he could look over at the other man there was another flash and what felt like a pressure wave.  Their bodies tingled as it passed without seeming effect, but as Randall watched the glowing energies continue over the rest of campus, he knew things weren’t over.  They were just beginning.