Carter gestured robotically to the projected image of a set of towering stone walls, so large and overgrown with vines that at first glance they appeared to be a part of the natural landscape. The marble slabs were the height of small skyscrapers, an impressive feat of engineering for a technologically limited group of people, but one that had long since ceased to be impressive for Carter. He knew all too well what really went on in that forgotten city of ancient necromancers, and the resulting cataclysm they’d brought on themselves, but he wasn’t going into details. The horrifying nature of that truth wasn’t knowledge for just anyone to possess, least of all a group of bored college students.
Carter’s voice was flat; his mind elsewhere. While his lecture continued on autopilot, he busied his thoughts with the information that Randy had brought him. Trying to pry details from the altered old man’s limited new brain was frustrating at best. Carter was starting to get a better picture of what was happening, but he’d need access to the young men himself if he was going to fully understand what the statue was doing. From what Randy told him, the changes seemed chaotic and random. Some of the men were growing, some were shrinking, their personalities were changing, and all were exhibiting increasingly uncharacteristic sexual desires.
The data seemed to be confirming his research into the statue’s origins and purpose. It could clearly twist and warp people in powerful ways. Carter had a hand in his elderly colleague Randall’s abrupt transition into the young, musclebound Randy, but even without a directed will behind it, just being in proximity to the awakened relic was enough to gradually alter someone. Given that it was currently residing in a house full of athletic, virile young men, Carter wasn’t surprised at the nature of the changes Randy told him about. He was eager to speak with the affected group himself to determine if there were any subconscious characteristics that may have dictated the type of changes that each of them underwent, or if they truly were random.
“What happened to the denizens of the fabled city is unknown,” Carter lied, “but research points to...war...ds…” The distracted professor trailed off as a screeching, piercing sound ripped through the room. A glowing, greenish-black wave of energy slammed into him, knocking him off his feet.
Dealing with the kinds of forces he dabbled in, Carter knew how to protect himself. He had layers of charms and sigils and talismans on him at all times. He thought himself prepared for any entity that he may encounter, but even his thorough preparation was barely enough. He could feel the melted remains of a talisman burning the skin on his prominent pecs as his solid, stocky body was picked up and tossed as though he weighed nothing.
The wind was knocked out of him and he lay on the ground in a daze, trying to catch his breath and recover from what felt like being hit by a large vehicle. “I’m alright...I’m alright…” he wheezed to the class as he staggered to his feet. He could hear students murmuring about the sound, but he knew that none of them would have seen the flash of energy as he had. To them, it simply looked like their professor had taken a tumble for no reason. “But we’re going to go ahead and call it an early class after that embarrassing display,” Carter said with a forced laugh that hid the growing knot in his stomach. Looking out over the room, he could see a dull, greenish-black glow emanating from several of the male students.
**********
“Hey man, you feeling okay?” Dylan gave his roommate a concerned look as he entered their apartment and kicked his shoes off. His skinny friend was leaning against the lone counter that served as their kitchen in the small efficiency, looking pale and dazed.
Tyler shrugged, blinking rapidly and rubbing his angular face. When he pulled his hands away, the lean, shaggy headed ginger had large bags under each glassy eye. “I think I’m comin’ down with something.”
“You look like shit, dude. You know, more than usual,” Dylan laughed. Tyler aimed a weak punch for his friend’s firm bicep but barely made contact. “Damn...even for you that was a lame hit.”
“I don’t get it...I felt fine this morning. Just hit me outta nowhere this afternoon. Oh, speaking of this afternoon, did you hear that weird noise earlier?”
Dylan nodded. “Yeah...that was fuckin’ weird, right? Anyone know what it was?”
“Not from what I’ve seen. Probably construction noises from the new dorm they’re building. Maybe that’s what made me sick?” Tyler laughed.
The other man put a hand on Tyler’s bony shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Summer colds are the woooorst. Need me to get you anything?”
“Nah, I think I just need to sleep it off. You weren’t planning on bringing anyone back tonight, were you?” Their apartment wasn’t much larger than a dorm, with a small living room that also housed their makeshift kitchen. Beyond this there was only a bathroom and a single, shared bedroom. There wasn’t much space, but the guys were just happy to have their own shower and a toilet that wasn’t shared with fifty other people. They had to get creative when it came to bringing back girls since they shared a bedroom, but they made it work. It was mostly a concern for Tyler, as his handsome, athletic friend scored far more often than he did.
Dylan shook his head. “No, I’ve got a big test I need to study for. I hit the gym early so I can focus on that,” he said, nodding down towards the sweat soaked tank-top that clung to his sculpted pecs. The broad shoulders and large arms that hung exposed were a far cry from Tyler’s long, shapeless body. Dylan was a jock through and through, playing whatever sports he could make time for on top of daily trips to the gym. His tapering torso was packed with solid muscle and supported by a set of equally built, sturdy legs, all of which were covered in a sparse coating of the same dark brown hair that lined his scalp. On top of his impressive build, the six-foot stud was hung and handsome. If his lantern jaw, full lips and dreamy brown eyes weren’t enough to leave someone wanting more, the thick seven inches between his powerful thighs usually sealed the deal. “I’m gonna grab a shower and then it’s books, books, books,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“I was supposed to be in the studio tonight but I think I’m just going to bed,” Tyler sighed regretfully. The young art major had a project to finish and hadn’t counted on being sidelined. He watched Dylan’s broad back flex as his friend peeled out of his sweaty shirt on the way into the bathroom. Given their tight living quarters they were more than familiar with how the other looked without clothes on, but Tyler was always silently fascinated by Dylan’s dedication to his body. As someone who’d always been awkward and bookish, Tyler had never developed an interest in sports or other stereotypical “guy” hobbies the way the other man had, leaving him with a long, relatively shapeless frame. He’d always been naturally thin, and having zero interest in lifting weights left him that way. Tyler’s flat chest and tiny waist sported hints of definition, as did his lanky arms and legs, but overall the bony ginger lacked any significant build. Unlike Dylan, he also lacked an impressive package and didn’t have quite the looks that his jock friend had. Tyler’s short, five inch rod was just as thin as the rest of him, and though he wasn’t unattractive, his angular features were more harsh than handsome.
Hearing the shower hiss to life, Tyler stumbled into their bedroom and stripped out of his small t-shirt and khaki shorts. He was starting to feel dizzy and feverish. A clammy sweat broke out on his exposed skin as the line between asleep and awake began to blur. Tyler thought he was dreaming when Dylan walked in and dropped his towel. His friend’s ripped, athletic form was like a beacon. Tyler’s half-closed eyes traced their way down every line of definition, lingering on Dylan’s plump, round rear. He continued to watch his friend through the open bedroom door when Dylan spread out on the couch to study, clad only in a pair of tight grey boxer briefs as the world melted around him.
Tyler swam towards the other man through the psychedelic fog of his fever dream, imagining himself as the straining grey cotton stretched around Dylan’s heavy package. He could practically feel himself draping against his friend’s soft organ and brushing against the prickly hairs on the pressed-together thighs, Dylan’s musky scent filling his nostrils. His thoughts shifted from his friend’s underwear to the couch cushions, and he could feel Dylan’s firm bubble pushing down on him. He was the book on the other man’s lap, gazing up into a handsome face while he felt the meaty bulge dig into his back. Then he was the pen in Dylan’s hand, his friend’s rough palm and strong fingers holding him tight as reality broke and swirled around him.
The redhead’s body ached as he faded in and out of consciousness, his thin rod straining against his briefs the entire time. He eventually pulled the confining underwear free, or dreamt that he did, as it became tighter and tighter. In his manic dream he felt himself growing. He watched his body from the outside, seeing his bony frame start to expand. His flat chest inflated, pushing outwards with large, firm mounds of muscle that spread over to his shoulders and down his arms. Bit by bit, muscle seemed to grow out of nowhere, causing his torso to look less like a rectangle and more like an inverted triangle. Bumpy abs formed on his flat stomach and his legs became wide and round, while between them his smallish cock sprouted like a weed, growing longer and thicker and pulsing with vigor.
That vigor was directed towards Dylan, who stayed rooted in Tyler’s thoughts even as his body changed. He laughed at the realization that his dream self was actually bigger than his muscled friend, and he imagined himself easily manhandling a naked Dylan. He pictured the other man’s solid, hairy body writhing beneath him, helpless to escape.
“Dude...DUDE!”
Tyler’s eyes fluttered open to find a concerned looking Dylan staring at him. Seeing his friend’s face, he wasn’t sure if he was awake or still dreaming. He’d just been picturing the other man’s whimpering expression, only it was looking up at him, not down. “Ugghh...wha...what,” Tyler groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It was still light outside, which meant he couldn’t have been out of it for long. His arms felt heavy and sore as he lifted them, and the more he woke up, the more he realized his whole body did.
“You...you’re…” Dylan stammered, “...you’re fuckin’ huge!”
“What do you….” The sentence went unfinished as Tyler looked down at himself and saw the inflated body from his dreams. His eyes crested over the large mounds of the huge new pecs that loomed heavily above his tiny, shredded waist. On either side, massive upper arms led down to thick, striated forearms that were capped by inflated, meaty paws. In his sleepy thrashings he’d kicked most of the coverings off his bed, but the thin cotton sheet remained, held in place by the large, thick pole that stood rigidly between his widened legs. The sheet left one of those altered legs uncovered, and Tyler looked down in shock at the pale, trunk-like appendage that had replaced his previously lanky one. “Oh...oh fuck...oh fuck!”
Dylan put a hand on Tyler’s shoulder and they both froze, realizing how small it seemed when just hours before it had swallowed the bony protrusion entirely. “Just...just stay...we’ve gotta be calm about this,” the other man said, trying not to panic. “I heard you in here moaning and when I came to check on you...you...you looked like this. How do you feel?”
Tyler continued staring down at himself, afraid to move, for several more moments before the question registered. “Fine? I think? Are we...I mean am I...dreaming?”
Dylan gave a quick laugh and shook his head. “No, man. We’re very much awake.”
“But how does...this isn’t possible…” Tyler said, kicking his legs over the edge of the bed, the mattress groaning from the increased weight. He stood, feeling awkward and cumbersome in his new body. Dylan reached out and grabbed him when he swayed, causing a surge of unfamiliar lust to run through Tyler. Like his dream predicted, he was indeed bigger than his friend.
“I don’t know how it happened, but you’re...wow…” Dylan said, his eyes going wide when the size difference finally hit him. Instead of being able to wrap Tyler’s skinny body entirely in his own beefy arms, Dylan couldn’t make it all the way around his friend. He put a tentative hand on one of Tyler’s granite pecs as if to convince himself it was real.
Tyler shivered at the touch. “You’re the jock...does this just...do people just grow muscle like this?” He flexed a burly new arm and watched Dylan’s eyes go even wider at the size of his bicep.
“No,” he said quickly, forcing his eyes away when he felt himself licking his lips. “Or at least...they shouldn’t? Clearly you just did, but...no idea how. Do we need to go to the hospital or something?”
Tyler prodded his statuesque new body while Dylan spoke. He felt giddy and strangely confident. “I don’t think so. I feel fine, just…” he broke off into an awkward laugh. “I’m fuckin’ horny, dude.”
Dylan laughed back and looked down. “I can see that. Kinda jealous there.”
Tyler had almost forgotten about the thick, seven inch pole he now sported, but looking down his attention was more focused on Dylan. His friend’s boxer briefs were tented by an equally large, equally solid cock. “Wait...am I bigger than you now?” Without warning, Tyler’s hand shot out and pulled the front of Dylan’s underwear down.
“Hey!” Dylan gasped as his cock shot free. He went to cover himself, but Tyler beat him to it.
“They look about the same to me,” he said, wrapping a fist around his friend’s throbbing member.
“Dude! What are you doing?!” Dylan, who was already having a hard time believing his eyes, watched in shock as Tyler tugged on his cock.
“What?” Tyler’s newly lantern jawed face was a mask of innocence. “Come on, man. I’m so fuckin’ horny,” he sighed, running his free hand over Dylan’s furry pecs.
“And what do you want me to do about that!?” Dylan couldn’t repress the shudder that ran through him at the feeling of Tyler’s strong hand. He had no idea what was happening. He’d come into the room to find a buff stranger in his friend’s bed, and now that unfamiliar meathead was slowly starting to jerk him off and he was just standing there letting it happen.
“I fuckin’...I need it...please man…” Tyler begged, his deepened voice rumbling against Dylan’s chest as he pressed into him.
Dylan’s breath was fast and heavy as he let his head fall back on his shoulders to stare at the ceiling. The pale, freckled stud that had once been his skinny friend was working his mouth down the side of his neck, the free hand sliding around to start squeezing his firm bubble. “Tyler...c’mon man...we need to...to…” his protest turned into a sigh when Tyler dropped to his knees and swallowed nearly all of him. Dylan let out a long, low moan, watching his friend’s ginger scalp bob in and out of his trimmed auburn bush.
He was too confused to resist. As soon as he’d made contact with his altered friend it was like a fog settled over his brain. His thoughts were slow in coming and like liquid in his hands. The only thing he could focus on was how good Tyler’s warm mouth felt as his friend’s tongue dexterously worked his oozing pole. Dylan thought of himself as entirely straight, but something about the sight of Tyler’s huge, firm cheeks flexing below his broadened, muscular shoulders was driving him wild. Where his roommate had once been meek and timid, he now radiated strength and confidence, making even Dylan insecure.
When Tyler pulled his head away and pushed him back onto his bed, he didn’t protest. He loved how it felt to be imprisoned between his friend’s steely arms while Tyler’s rock solid body towered above his own. It was the first time Dylan had ever felt smaller than his partner and the thought alone nearly made him cum. He squirmed and whimpered while Tyler’s hungry mouth traveled over each of his ample muscles and worked his pert little nipples. His own hands found their way up to his friend’s impossible body, his fingers digging against the iron flesh.
Like Tyler, Dylan started to wonder if he was dreaming. The surrealness of the situation and the intensity of what he was feeling made it hard to tell. He arched his back as Tyler’s tongue gave his hairy balls a long, dedicated bath, but before he could lower himself his legs were hefted into the air.
He opened his eyes and looked down just in time to see his friend lining himself up. “Wai..wait! Tyler...hold onnnnnNNNNNGGG!” Dylan saw stars when Tyler plunged inside. The straight stud felt like he was being ripped in half. His friend’s long, thick cock seemed impossibly huge as it stretched his virgin hole, the pain making it clear that he wasn’t dreaming. He whimpered wordlessly up at his friend who continued to work himself slowly in and out, his athletic body tensing and writhing. He didn’t know if he wanted to pull away or not, but Tyler’s unbreakable grip made it a moot point. “FFFFFfffuuuuuck….” he hissed against the other man’s relentless probing. “Tyler...shit man...thissssOOOHHH!”
Dylan went rigid on the bed as the first jolt of pleasure hit him. His eyes bugged out of his skull as it was followed by another, and then another, until the pain was replaced entirely. He heard himself moaning and groaning loudly but he couldn’t stop. Tyler stayed quiet, only staring down at him with a smug, arrogant grin as his hips alternated between quick jabs and long, slow thrusts.
The straight stud was overwhelmed. Not only had he never imagined himself being on the receiving end of another man’s dick, he never imagined that it could feel even half as good as it did. He thought of himself as talented in bed, but now he questioned if he’d ever made someone feel as good as Tyler was making him feel. The thought that his skinny, artsy friend was reducing him to a pile of whimpering muscle seemed almost as impossible as Tyler’s sudden growth. He couldn’t think about it now. All he could do was continue to squirm and moan like a man possessed.
**********
Carter stood in the warm evening air, listening to the loud moans ringing out across campus. All over, men had begun to change. He’d witnessed it himself on the way to the frat house, watching a pair of young men suddenly double over, fall to the ground, and start inflating. They’d been fit from what he’d seen, but nothing like the two muscular studs who stood back up in their tattered clothing. They’d started going at each other almost immediately, barely making it off the sidewalk and out of sight before rutting like beasts in the grass.
And it wasn’t just young men, either. A walking wall of muscle had stumbled past Carter in a shredded button up and tattered khakis, a long, thick cock standing rigid and ready as he went by. Not wanting to be delayed, Carter had ducked out of sight, and as he watched him pass, he saw the face of a man who looked to be in his fifties. Carter guessed him to be a faculty member by his clothing and briefcase, but he was in no position to ask. There was something about the men that was alluring. Even beyond their impressively altered bodies, Carter could feel a force that drew others towards them. Just being around one of the changed hunks would be enough to suck even the straightest of men in. It was a similar energy to the one he’d bound into the detective, and he knew how dangerous that could get.
Carter had known from the start that it wasn’t just the men in his classroom that had been affected, and he’d found other remnants and signs that confirmed just how widespread the wave had been. There were random piles of tattered, discarded clothing all over, and the growing chorus of bellowing moans filling the night air was only growing louder.
“This shouldn’t be possible,” he spat, glaring into the void that floated before him. He could see the tear in reality from where the statue had landed and could see the shapes moving just on the other side. “It’s indestructible,” he cursed under his breath. “It’s supposed to be indestructible!” Carter knew that no mere fall should have been able to destroy the statue. It had survived for countless millennia, through countless world-shaping disasters. It was made from the very stuff of those beings that lurked on the other side of the void into which he was currently looking.
He crossed his thick arms over his beefy chest and sighed in frustration. Things were worse than he thought. Somehow, the statue had torn a hole, and now instead of gradually changing just those in close proximity, waves of random changes were shooting out. He’d felt one and was seeing its effects already, and if he didn’t find a way to seal the rift soon, more would issue forth. From a pure research standpoint, it was a thing of beauty to behold. However it occurred, he was actually looking into another dimension, a source of potentially limitless power.
The problem was that he had no idea how to close it or control it, and the only other person that might have been able to help him was currently trapped in the body of a blonde, muscle bound idiot. Carter didn’t know if the men he saw gaining muscle were losing brains like Randall had, but either way things were quickly getting out of hand. He was going to need help.
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