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It was hard to tell the circular, roughly hewn object even was a bowl at first glance.  Looking quickly, the round, black basin appeared like nothing more than a lump of jagged stone.  On closer inspection, the deep indentation in the middle was clear, as were the strange carvings lining the interior.  The stone itself was a porous lava rock, rough to the touch and deceptively light for such a large object.  

Evan was unable to look away from the crudely etched face that stared up at him from the bottom.  Much of the detail had either been worn away over the years or was never present to begin with, but there was no mistaking the long, pointed chin, the angular slits for eyes, and a slightly curving smile that could only be described as sinister for a mouth.  A series of equally simple shapes and symbols lined the remainder of the basin, giving the impression that whoever had made the carvings didn’t have much to work with.  

Evan turned the bowl over in his hands again, surprised at how equally brittle and dense it felt.  He’d seen it sitting on the shelf as soon as he’d walked in, not an easy task considering how packed and cluttered the tiny curio shop was.  It sat in the first floor of a nondescript strip of storefronts, most of which were empty.  There was no sign, and the front window was so cluttered that it almost looked like a solid wall.  He’d been walking back to the office after his lunch when a pungent, spicy smell emanating from an unmarked door caught his attention.   Evan passed this way every day, but had never noticed it before.  

The small space was lined from floor to ceiling with all manner of strange objects.  They looked imported, each of them being made from stone, teak wood, grass, shells or other tropical elements.  There was no shortage of “island” themed stores selling junk for tourists in southern California, but this one felt different.  The store had an air of authenticity to it that took the young man by surprise.  

“So what is this supposed to do?”  Evan asked the small, weathered old man behind the counter as he held up the bowl.  The man’s tanned skin was like leather, and his long, stark white hair was pulled back into a ponytail.  His baggy linen shirt, with it’s bright tropical print, practically glowed in the dim light of the shop.  Evan couldn’t seen the man’s lower half behind the counter, but he pictured loose board shorts and sandals.  

The man’s face seemed to crack as he grinned and cocked an eyebrow.  “Someone must’ve pissed you off good.”

Evan gave a shocked laugh.  Of all the things the man could have said, he hadn’t expected that.   He was still fuming about his new boss Jason’s recent promotion.  The two of them had worked on getting the project off the ground for months, and he thought they’d actually become friends.  At thirty one, Jason was only a handful of years older than him and the two basically lived together for six months while they slaved away.  Long nights at the office turned into mornings at the gym and crashing at each others’ places, punctuated when they could by hitting the bars and trying to help each other get laid.  Evan was still new enough in the field to let himself believe that Jason really was mentoring him and taking him under his wing, when really he was just setting him up for a fall.  As soon as the project was done, his “friend” managed to take all the credit.  What should have been their shared success was Jason’s alone, and Evan wasn’t taking it well.  He was furious about losing out on the promotion, but more than anything it was the feeling of being betrayed by someone he’d come to care about that knotted his stomach.  

“You could say that.  What gave me away?” 

“Someone doesn’t walk in here and make a beeline for THAT,” the man paused and nodded towards the bowl, “without nursin’ a serious grudge.”  He tilted his head and looked Evan up and down slowly, long enough that it was starting to make the young man uncomfortable.  Evan knew he looked good in his fitted button down shirt, the bright tie around his neck accentuating his well-developed pecs as it nestled between them, while his equally tight slacks showed off his trim waist and athletic legs.  He didn’t mind being checked out; it was the feeling that the man was looking into him, not at him, that made him squirm.  Evan still had a youthful, boyish face, and the smattering of manicured stubble that spread over his strong jaw and full lips matched his shaggy mop of auburn hair.  It was only the angry fire in his bright blue eyes that made him seem anything other than an innocently handsome young man.  “Lemme guess….coworker screwed you over?”  

“Must be obvious,” Evan sighed.  

The man shook his head.  “I don’t understand you young guys.  You should be out chasin’ waves and girls, not dollars.  Locked up in an office all day missin’ the sun and sand?  Look, kid, money comes and goes.  It ain’t worth gettin’ caught up in somethin’ like that.”  He seemed almost sad as he nodded towards the bowl again.  

“It’s not about the money.”  

The man leaned forward and locked eyes with Evan for a long moment.  “No...I guess it isn’t,” he finally said, disappointedly.  “Well, if your mind’s made up I’m not gonna stand in your way.”  

Evan blinked and shivered under the man’s piercing gaze.  “Wait...so what is this thing?”  

“It’s called a demon bowl.  You can probably guess why on account’a the pretty face at the bottom.”  The man’s casual tone made it sound as if it should have been obvious.  “Don’t see too many of ‘em anymore, but some still wash up every now and then.”  

“Wash up?  Like, on the beach?  Where do they come from?”  

The man shrugged.  “Good question.  There’s all kinds’a volcanic islands out there, but the one that comes from hasn’t seen the light’a day in a long, long time.”  His tone was serious as he continued.  “There’s some places so bad they get wiped off the surface and knocked back down...but even the bottom of the ocean don’t want what you’re holdin’.”  

“That’s a hell of a sales pitch,” Evan laughed.  “If they’re so bad, why are you selling them?”  

“‘Cause angry young men inevitably show up lookin’ for ‘em.”  The man adjusted himself in his chair as he started grabbing sheets of old newspaper and motioned for Evan to come up to the counter.  “Get somethin’ that belongs to the other guy.  Doesn’t have to be personal...just somethin’ that’s been around ‘em a lot and’ll fit in the bottom.  Then get some rum...the strong, expensive kind.  Don’t wanna be rude when you’re makin’ an offering.  Fill the bowl to the top and think about the person you’re so mad at.  Think hard.  It might take a minute, so don’t get discouraged.  If it accepts what you’ve given, you’ll see the other person like you were watchin’ a TV.  Now, if all you wanna do is spy, you can stop there.  But if you wanna do more, you’ve gotta give more.  Gunpowder, coffee beans that you ground by hand, and a bit of yourself.  Blood, spit, cum...you’ll know what to do.”  The man spoke rapidly as he took the bowl from the surprised young man and started wrapping it in the newspaper.  His flat tone was unnerving in the suggestion that he was used to giving this speech.  “You can do it more’n once.  As long as the bowl’s in one piece, it’ll work.  The bowl breaks, whatever you did becomes permanent.  Got that?  You just wanna fuck with someone you can, but if that bowl shatters they stay however you left ‘em.”  

Evan numbly handed over his credit card.  He was too busy trying to process what the man told him to hear how much it cost, but he would have paid any price for what he was being offered.  As impossible as it all seemed, he knew in his gut that what the man said was true.  It wasn’t just the bowl, either.  The longer he was in the shop, the more he could feel the energies radiating off the myriad objects.  There was a humming in the air, like the sound of fluorescent lights even though none were present.  Despite the bright warmth of the midday sun just outside, Evan felt more and more like he was in a cave.  The pungent smell was musty and earthy and the man’s weathered, wrinkled features started to look like they belonged to something that lived miles below the surface.  His tan seemed increasingly fake, with slivers of pale skin showing through the cracks that formed around his mouth and eyes when he smiled.  He was glad he couldn’t see the man’s lower half behind the counter.  He was second guessing his assumption about the board shorts and sandals.  

The man handed over the bag, his ice cold fingers brushing against Evan’s.  “Good luck.”  

**********

Jason poured himself a glass of whiskey as he gazed out over his recently acquired ocean view.  Since his promotion, he could afford the large, top floor condo with it’s view of the water on two sides and balcony so deep it was practically a small backyard.  

“About time…” he sighed to himself, undoing his tie while he sipped the expensive liquor.  The long nights, the countless hours spent in the office, sacrificing his friendship with Evan; it had all been worth it.  He still felt guilty for stealing the credit from his friend, but he told himself that it was a valuable lesson for the younger man.  Jason had spent years toiling and waiting for an opportunity like this.  Evan would get his chance sooner or later; that’s how the industry worked.  You could genuinely enjoy someone’s company, as he had with Evan, you just couldn’t trust them.  He didn’t blame the younger man for being furious with him, and he told himself it was better that the lesson came from him than someone who did real harm.  Jason knew Evan was still doing better than most; the other man was plenty young and already making six figures, facts that he used to ease his conscience as he made his way through his posh new home.  

He unbuttoned his shirt as he stood at his kitchen counter and absently sorted through his mail, gradually exposing his tanned, granite chest.  Being an ocean front city in southern California there was no shortage of beautiful people, but Jason liked to think that he was a bit above the rest.  As he pulled his open shirt free from his tight slacks, showing off his ripped abs, it was hard to argue with him.  He applied the same dogged work ethic from his career to his body, maintaining a strict diet and exercise routine.  There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on his shredded frame.  He’d worked hard over the years to build his broad shoulders and thick arms, piling on lean muscle without becoming bulky.  Looking like a meathead wasn’t an asset in the business world.  Each defined muscle fit perfectly in place, big enough to be clearly visible underneath his expensive suits without giving everything away.  

His face was just as chiseled as the rest of him, with smooth, high cheekbones, a beakish nose, and a lantern jaw underneath his trimmed, sandy blonde hair.  An equally meticulous skin care routine kept his handsome features free of wrinkles, but at the same time Jason knew that appearing a bit older never hurt.  He’d tried to tell Evan that his boy-next-door face might get him laid in the bedroom, but looking like a kid wouldn’t help in the boardroom.  His young friend had started sporting the constant stubble after that, which was a good look, but all-american Evan was going to have an uphill battle.  He’d always been impressed by his friend’s lean, equally built frame though he’d never said as much.  Instead, the two egged each other on in the gym, constantly competing to see who could outlast the other.  

Jason pulled his shirt free when he reached his bedroom and tossed it aside, scratching at the sparse blonde hairs that spread across his bulging pecs and down his tapering abs.  He set his drink down on the dresser just as a wave of dizziness washed over him.  “Whoa…” he swayed, almost stumbling and looked down at his mostly empty glass.  “ Hitting me harder than usual….guess I didn’t eat enough today…” he said, shaking his head as the dizziness passed.  He undid his slacks and let them drop, exposing his solid, lean thighs and stuffed, bright blue briefs.  

He sighed and stretched, feeling grateful to be out of the confining work clothes.  His exposed body tingled pleasantly in the cool air conditioning as he walked over towards the large mirror to go through his daily inspection routine.  He flexed slightly and prodded himself, making sure that everything was still in place and feeling a swell of pride at the sight of his tight, athletic muscles.  He turned and looked over his shoulder at his solid little bubble, big enough to be eye catching but not excessive.  The same went for the bulge lumping out the front of his briefs.  Jason’s package wasn’t the most impressive when soft, but at full mast he grew to a thick seven and a half inches.  

Even as he thought it, there was a throb.  The tingling that he’d been feeling grew in time with his twitching cock until the rigid member finally popped free of the confining underwear.  Jason gave a surprised laugh at the sudden, intense rush of lust, but he didn’t complain.  He dropped his briefs and stepped out of them, reaching down to gently stroke himself as he did so.  

“Hhhmmmmm....fuck…” he moaned under his breath, his other hand sliding up to begin massaging one of the muscular mounds on his chest.  He tweaked and pinched the tiny nipple as he pumped his hips, sliding his cock in and out of his fist.  The handsome blonde stared at his reflection through half-closed eyes, taken aback by what he was feeling.  Normally his jerk sessions were quick and mechanical, meant only to tide him over until his next hookup.  Now, he was moaning and flexing and hungrily groping his ample muscles.  He watched himself writhing in the mirror as though he were in the throes of the most passionate sex.  He tugged and kneaded his heavy balls, his whimpering mouth hanging open.  Jason had no idea what he was doing when he stopped pumping and stepped forward, pressing himself against the mirror.  His oozing cock was wedged upright and left a wet streak as he started humping his reflection.  He rested his face against the surface, his quick, panting breath fogging the glass.  His rocky calves burned with the strain of lifting himself up onto his toes over and over while he squirmed against himself until, without warning, he exploded.  

At first, no sound came out of Jason’s open mouth, only a wordless exhalation.  This turned into a loud, triumphant yell when the warm, sticky fluid spattered up onto his chest and the bottom of his chin.  He staggered back, trying to catch his breath, his legs burning.  The straining feeling had spread up from his calves to his thighs and ass, and it was getting worse.  

“Ooowww….what the fuck…” Jason winced, his legs cramping and feeling like he’d been working them out for hours.  There was a growing ache, like his muscles were stiffening.  It continued to build and the naked man felt like his bones were about to break, when it suddenly vanished.  The rushing sensation of pressure being relieved was so overwhelming that Jason didn’t notice his normally distant thighs starting to rub together.  He could only stand frozen in place until it passed and he was left upright on considerably thicker, wobbly legs.  

Jason had watched it all happening in the mirror, but he still didn’t believe it.  He’d seen his thighs start to expand with his own two eyes, but all he could think was that it wasn’t possible.  The human body didn’t just grow in seconds.  Yet there he was, with a set of widened quads pressing together and an ass that had nearly tripled in size.  He reached around with shaking hands and blushed when he felt his fingers bite into a deep layer of yielding flesh before reaching the firm muscle underneath.  The shocked man started laughing hysterically at the bottom-heavy stranger that had replaced his carefully built reflection in the mirror.  Whoever he was, his bottom half looked like it belonged to a rugby player, while his top half looked like that of a swimmer.  The hysterical laughter faded when Jason’s shell shocked brain started piecing together that the stranger in the mirror moved when he did.  

**********

Evan couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited to show up for work.  Despite not getting any sleep the night before he was in bright and early, eagerly waiting for Jason to show up.  He still wasn’t convinced that what he’d seen in the bowl was real.  

He’d followed the instructions that he was given, stopping by the liquor store, grocery store, and hardware store on his way home from work to pick up the needed supplies.  He’d snagged a button from the blazer that Jason had left in his spacious new office while the other man was in a meeting.  He’d dropped it in the bottom, filled the bowl with dark, overproof rum and focused.  He almost gave up after nearly ten minutes of nothing happening, when there was a sudden ripple on the surface.  He’d felt a quick falling sensation while an image formed, and he found himself watching Jason walking into his luxurious new home.  

Evan had never seen it for himself, but all of the details were there.  It really was like watching someone on a screen.  He knew he didn’t have a strong enough imagination to be making up the amount of minutia he was seeing.  He watched Jason kick his shoes off and settle in, surprising even himself with the amount of rage he felt upon seeing his former friend basking in his stolen wealth.  He hadn’t planned on things going the way they did; the thought had come to him in stages while he watched.  First was an intense desire to see the other man’s perfect body altered.  The countless hours of Jason’s bragging, even though Evan looked just as good, if not better, rang through his head.  The jerking off had been unplanned as well, but as Evan thought about how embarrassed the arrogant man would be if he knew, he couldn’t resist.  

He’d prepared a mixture of gunpowder, coffee that he’d ground with a mortar and pestle, and a bit of his blood.  He wanted the other man bound to him, to defer to him, which he hoped his blood would make happen.  The cum he’d stirred in had been a last minute addition which he was now grateful for considering the direction things had gone.  At first he’d tried to convince himself that it was Jason’s fear and the control he had over the other man that was getting him off, but by the end of it he didn’t care what the reason was.  Watching the other man fuck his reflection, and then watching Jason’s perfectly sculpted lower half inflate, had been a rush like he’d never felt before.  

The image didn’t last long after the change.  The picture faded and the liquid drained from the bowl, absorbed into the porous stone.  Evan had stayed up all night joyously imagining what the other man must be going through.  When the elevator doors opened and he finally saw Jason come lumbering awkwardly out, it took all of his self control not to cackle victoriously.  The other man’s already tight slacks were stretched to the point of bursting around his plump new backside, so tight that the lines of his briefs could be seen underneath.  

Evan knew it was just a matter of time.  He tried to hover close by whenever Jason emerged from his office.  His friend’s deep voice lacked its usual confidence that morning and Evan loved the murmuring whispers from his other coworkers who were starting to wonder if there was something odd about Jason’s appearance.  When he finally heard the loud rip, Evan managed to look around the corner just in time to see a crimson-faced Jason hurrying down the hall, the back of his bright green briefs visible through the large tear in his dark pants.  He waited a few minutes before following and letting himself in to the other man’s office.  

He opened the door to find Jason standing in front of his mirror, looking pale and shaken as he stared at his split pants.  The blonde man whipped around when he heard the door open, looking relieved when he saw who it was.  “Oh! Uh, hey, man,” Jason said shakily.  

“Sorry, it was unlocked,” Evan said, trying to sound surprised by what he saw.  “You okay?  I heard you practically run down the hall.”  

The older man forced a smile and pointed to the tear.  “Wardrobe malfunction.”

“That’ll do it,” Evan laughed.  “Damn dude, I know it’s been a minute since we hit the gym together, but are you trying to bulk up down there?  I don’t remember you wanting a booty like that.”  Evan loved every inch of Jason’s blushing face at the mention of his enlarged rear.  

“I appreciate the concern, and we’ll have to catch up, but now’s not really a good time,” Jason said flatly.  

Evan didn’t budge.  “No, I think now’s the perfect time.”

“Look, whatever we’ve got between us, I really don’t have time for…”

“You don’t have to stay like that,” Evan said casually.  

Jason looked like he’d been slapped.  “Wha...what?”  

“I know how you are about your looks.  I mean, you seemed to be pretty into yourself last night when you were going at the mirror.  Those tight, dimpled cheeks looked pretty good humping your reflection.  All that extra junk down there must be driving you crazy already.”  Evan watched Jason’s face go purple with embarrassment as his expression went from confused, to furious, then back to confused.  

“You...how do...how did you see that?”  

“The same way I made that happen.”  Evan let his smug triumph show as he nodded towards the shredded pants.  “And it’s the same way I can make it all go away.  All you have to do is admit that you stole the credit and give me my due.”  

“Get out,” Jason spat.  “Get the fuck out of my office.  Now.”  

“Just think about it,” Evan grinned, leaving the door open behind him.  The fact that Jason hadn’t physically attacked him or thrown him out of the building was a good sign, and the way he’d caught the other man looking at him only further confirmed his suspicions.  He hadn’t really expected Jason to fold right away, nor did he want him to.  He wasn’t done having fun.  

**********

“Fuck him…” Jason spat, pacing around his apartment.  “Fuck him!”  He stomped a foot and immediately regretted it when he felt the sea of motion ripple through his backside.  The blonde stud winced every time he caught sight of his reflection.  He’d torn the ruined pants free as soon as he’d walked in, but instead of draping down like it should, the back of his fitted shirt rested on his gravity defying globes like they were a shelf.  His shaking fingers fumbled with the buttons, but even without the shirt to accentuate his new growth, there was no getting around it.  His normally perfect fitting briefs left more of his huge cheeks exposed than covered, and he knew that trying to wear pants was futile at best.  Everything he owned was tailor made for his precision-sculpted body, not his current bottom heavy build.  

“He was just fucking with me...there’s no way he could know about what happened.  Even if he did...there’s no way he could do something like this…” Jason muttered, stripping out of his shirt.  He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Evan all day, and not just because he was furious with his young friend.  More and more his mind drifted back to their shared workouts, specifically the time spent in the locker room.  The image of Evan’s naked, dripping body in the shower next to him latched on to his brain and wouldn’t budge.  Unlike his own naturally smooth frame, Evan sported a light coating of the same brown hair that grew on his head.  Jason had never paid attention before, but now he kept thinking about how masculine it made his young friend seem; and where he used to feel superior about his more cut physique, Jason started to envy Evan’s bulkier build.  Though his friend had a boyish face, from the neck down he was all man.  

Jason was stroking himself before he even realized it.  He stood pumping into his fist as he had the day before but hurried over to his bed when he could no longer stand the shaking and wobbling at his lower back.  Even laying down didn’t bring total relief since there was a larger gap between his lower back and the mattress, but he ignored it, thinking instead about Evan’s thick, stout cock.  It was shorter and girthier than his own, and he licked his lips as he wondered what it would feel like to have in his hands.  He squirmed and moaned on the bed, the pressure between his legs steadily rising.  His breath was coming fast and hard, on the verge of release, when an odd tingle washed over him.  

He kept stroking, but even though he hadn’t cum, his cock was steadily softening.  He still felt sharp jolts of pleasure with each pull, there just wasn’t any rigidity left.  Jason blinked confusedly at his softened member.  It also hadn’t shrunk down any like it usually did, leaving a thick, nearly eight inch hose flopped against his stomach.  “No...no no no…” Jason said, tugging frantically.  He pulled and stroked until he was starting to chafe, still feeling the pressure build, but there was no other response from his lifeless organ.  

His panicked jerking was interrupted by beep from his phone.  He would have ignored it, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Evan’s name on the text message.  

“That looks frustrating.  Careful though, you’re gonna rip it off if you keep that up,” the message read.  

Jason dropped his phone and sprung out of bed.  His stomach dropped when he felt the dual sensations of his elongated hose swinging and his cheeks bouncing as he quickly rummaged for something to put on.  

**********

“Right on time,” Evan said cheerfully as he opened the door on a pale and furious Jason.  The older man was wearing a tight t-shirt that did nothing to cover his plastered on shorts.  The straining garment looked like spandex over his widened lower half, with what looked like a banana snaking off to the side.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!” Jason bellowed, pushing past the younger man into his apartment.  

“Sure, come on in,” Evan sneered as he shut the door, feeling Jason’s eyes on his broad, bare back the entire time.  He was purposely wearing nothing but a pair of small gym shorts, leaving the rest of his furry, muscled body on display.  He turned just in time to see Jason’s eyes dart away.  

“How?  How are you watching me and how are you doing this?!”  

Evan subtly flexed his pecs and made sure his triceps popped as he leaned back against the counter.  “Magic.”

“Fuck you,” the furious blonde spat.  “How?” 

“Not my problem if you don’t believe me.”  Evan’s arms inflated further as he crossed them over his chest.  “I told you how to stop it.”  

“Look, Evan, I’m sorry for how that all went down, but it wasn’t personal.  This is business.”  

“So is this,” the younger man laughed.  “It’s called leverage.”  

Jason sighed in frustration.  “You don’t understand….you’ll get your chance too!  You’ve just gotta give it time.”  

“So I can, what?  Take someone under my wing and pretend to be their friend?  Lie to them and screw them over like you did?”  

“That’s the way the world works!  You know that.  No one gets ahead without taking something from someone.”

Evan shook his head and took a deep breath, his beefy chest rising and falling slowly.  “And because you’re so good at taking things, that’s all you’ll be doing with that big ‘ol booty of yours from now on.”  He laughed when the older man paled at what he heard.  “You always used to brag about how hung you were...what a beast you were in bed and how you could fuck for hours.  Not anymore.”  Evan could tell that Jason’s composure was crumbling.  “I mean, you already feel it, right?  That ache you never had before?”  Before his friend could respond, Evan casually shucked his shorts and briefs.  “I can help you out with that if you want me to…” 

Jason’s eyes bulged at the sight of his naked friend, the longing hitting him like a physical force.  All he wanted was to be wrapped in Evan’s strong arms and feel that hairy chest against his back.  “No!  No...I’m not…” he stepped back as Evan stepped forward, but was held in place by the couch behind him.  “No!”  He slapped Evan’s hand away the first time the young man reached out for him, but not the second.  His resolve was already in ruins.  When Evan grabbed his straining shorts and pulled them down, he was actually relieved.  

“Wow...that thing’s like a pendulum,” Evan laughed, giving Jason’s limp hose and heavy balls a swing.  The older man whimpered as he pulled on it, his face turning red.  “It really doesn’t work anymore, does it?” 

“MMMMMMmmmmm….” Jason groaned when Evan unexpectedly dropped to his knees and slurped the soft member into his mouth.  The younger man’s stubble scratching on his widened thighs was electric, but his lengthy organ didn’t so much as twitch.  

“Guess not,” Evan said, grinding his fat, solid six inches into Jason’s firm stomach.  Before the other man’s reaching hands could grab it, he spun him around and roughly clutched each pillowy cheek.  “It’s just business, remember,” he whispered as he worked himself inside.  

“OOOOaaaaAAAOOOoohhh!”  Jason’s whole body spasmed as what felt like a live wire was pushed inside him.  It was as if every nerve ending responsible for even the slightest sensation of pleasure fired at once.  He gripped the back of the couch so hard he wasn’t sure what would break first, it or his fingers.  “Ev...fu...uuuunnnn….” He tried, but was too overcome to speak.  All he could do was stand in place, hating and loving the feeling of his rippling rear.  His plump cheeks were like shock absorbers, shaking and jiggling with each of Evan’s slamming thrusts while his useless cock slapped around wildly.  In that moment he didn’t care about his own lifeless dick, he only cared about the wide, iron pole that was blissfully splitting him open.  He started to love how big his backside had become as it allowed him to feel more of Evan’s firm, hairy body pressing against his own.  The younger man’s hands slid up under his t-shirt, gripping his pecs like handles as he stabbed deeper and deeper.  “Hu...hu...ggggGGNNNNN!”  Jason hissed through clenched teeth when he finally came.  Instead of the explosion he was used to, it felt like someone pulled the stopper from a drain.  This was no quick release, but a prolonged, gradual emptying as his flopping cock started to run like a faucet.  Despite his horror, it was ecstasy in slow motion.  

“Guess it’s...not...totally dead,” Evan laughed while Jason spattered onto the floor.  He wasn’t far himself, alternating between quick jabs and slow, rhythmic motions.  Feeling the older man tense and hiss pushed him over.  He unloaded into the virgin hole, eliciting another series of gasps from his friend.  

Jason slumped to the floor as soon as Evan let go.  The horror he’d been trying to ignore came rushing back when he landed in the large puddle of his own cum and felt his soft hose flop over a fat thigh.  He gazed up at his tormentor, his eyes burning with a look of lust, hate, and humiliation.  

“You know, it never occurred to me that maybe you WANT to stay like this.”  Evan turned so that the softening cock that had just been inside him pressed against Jason’s face.  

“No!  Please!”  Jason begged, reluctantly pulling his face away.  “Don’t...don’t leave me like this.”  

“So you’ll admit that you stole the credit and give me what’s mine?”  

Jason’s face was pained.  “I can’t!  Look, even if I did go in there and say what you want me to, there’s no guarantee you’ll get what you want.  They’ll just fire me and keep you where you are!  That’s how these guys operate.”  

Evan sighed and shook his head.  “Alright, well, I’m sure you’ll get used to this, and what happens next, sooner or later.”

“Wait! Please!” Jason hopped to his feet, slipping on the puddle that his leaking hole had added to.  

“Tomorrow.  By noon.  Last chance,” was all Evan said.  

**********

Jason paced in front of his laptop, clad in nothing but a pair of straining red briefs.  His soft cock made the front look as though someone had stuffed a grapefruit into the pouch.  He thought it best to work from home until he could get some appropriate clothing.  A big ass was one thing, but a clearly outlined cock snaking down his leg wouldn’t go over so well.  

He was bracing himself for the worst.  The noon deadline had just passed.  He wrestled all night with what was happening, but he couldn’t bring himself to give in to what Evan wanted.  Part of him still refused to accept what was happening, but another part was starting to enjoy it.  The idea of spending the rest of his life as a hung, limp-dicked bottom with a massive ass was horrifying, but he’d never felt anything close to the pleasure he’d felt the night before with Evan.  His many sexual encounters over the years suddenly seemed bland and boring by comparison.  

“Fuck…fuck!”  he sighed, rubbing his face and trying to ignore the constant ache from his backside.  As of the moment he couldn’t do anything about it.  He wasn’t desperate enough to finger himself yet, but if it kept up that might change.  

He was trying to distract himself with work, absently answering random emails and making a token effort on some ongoing projects.  He was in the middle of a spreadsheet when a familiar wave of dizziness hit him, causing his vision to blur.  When it finally passed, the horror set in.  

“What...oh god…” Jason stammered as he stared at the suddenly confusing figures.  He didn’t know what it was anymore.  Looking down at his keyboard, he didn’t understand what any of it meant.  Letters and numbers were just random shapes without meaning.  He recoiled so fast he almost fell out of his chair and staggered away from his desk, feeling like he was moving through molasses.  He knew what was happening, but by the time the increasingly slow thought completed, he could barely remember what he’d been trying to think about.  He stood, blinking and dumbfounded in the middle of the room for minutes before it occurred to him to get his phone.  He lumbered over to the kitchen counter, feeling as if even his body was moving slower and less coordinated.

“No…..shit!” he cried in frustration.  He had no idea how to use the small plastic object.  He pressed buttons and made the screen light up, but he didn’t understand how to make it work.  “Not this...not this…” he groaned, letting it drop as he felt his brain emptying.  He tried to think back, to cling to memories from his youth, but they were already gone.  Even memories as recent as last week were hazy.  The only thing he could think about clearly was Evan.  He didn’t know why, but the younger man stood out in his brain.  

Telling time was beyond him now, so Jason had no idea how long he staggered around his home before there was a knock at his door.  He didn’t know what else to do but open it, his heart soaring when he saw Evan standing on the other side.  

“Evan!” He threw his arms around the younger man, unsure why he was so happy to see him.  

“I can see that worked,” Evan laughed, extricating himself from Jason’s steely arms.  “How’re you feeling, big guy?”  

Jason’s brow furrowed dramatically.  “I...something’s wrong?  I can’t...my head…” he picked up his phone and held it out in both hands pathetically.  “I can’t make it work!”  

“It’s okay,” Evan said gently.  “Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?”  He waited in silence until Jason finally shook his head.  “I didn’t think you would.  You’ve kinda got a goldfish brain happening.”  He reached into his bag and pulled out the bowl.  “To answer the question you don’t remember, this is what made everything happen.”  He watched a spark of recognition pass across Jason’s eyes, as if being in proximity to the bowl cleared the other man’s head a little.    

“Wait!  You...you did this!  Fix it!”  he pouted.  

“I could.  As long as the bowl is in one piece, I could use it to make all of this go away, but you didn’t want that,” Evan said condescendingly.  “Now, once I break it, all of this is permanent.”  

He waited for Jason to process what he’d just said.  His older friend’s eyes suddenly went wide when most of the pieces fell into place.  The old Jason surged to the surface just long enough to make a final plea.  “No!  Please!  You can’t...you can’t leave me like…” 

He was cut off by the sound of the bowl shattering when Evan pitched it towards the ground.  The lava rock didn’t just break, it exploded, leaving nothing but dust behind.  

“NNNOOOOO!”  Jason dropped to his knees and tried to make a small pile of the remaining powder while his body trembled.  It felt like a blanket had settled over him, one that he’d never be able to shake.  

“Don’t worry buddy,” Evan said as he walked over and cradled Jason’s head against his lap.  He stroked his friend’s short blonde hair while the athletic stud whimpered.  “It’s just business.  I’ll take good care of you.”  

**********

“Mornin’...good morning….hey,” Evan waved and nodded to his coworkers as he made his way to his spacious office at the end of the hall.  Jason lumbered happily behind him, smiling and waving eagerly to everyone as they passed.  

“Hey Jace,” Darren, the office manager, said cheerfully as he patted the sculpted blonde on the shoulder.  “You ready to work today, big guy?”  His tone was condescending, but Jason nodded excitedly.  

“Yep! I won’t make any mess ups either,” the ripped blonde said with surprising conviction.  

“I know you won’t,” Darren laughed, smiling over at Evan like they were talking to a child.  

“Okay, Jace, you go with Darren.  I’ve got some meetings this morning, but come find me at lunchtime, okay?  You know when that is, right?”  

Jason’s brow furrowed the way it did now whenever he thought about something.  “Twelve,” he said proudly.  

“Good job,” Evan cheered.  “Now remember...if you get confused, you come wait in my office, alright?”  After a quick nod from Jason, he watched his friend lumber off.  

Since breaking the bowl, Jason’s role at work had become very different.  Instead of heading up the department, the handsome stud now delivered mail and stuffed envelopes.  Evan told everyone that his friend had an unfortunate “accident”, the result of working too hard.  Since he could no longer fulfill his regular work duties, they fell to Evan.  On top of finally getting his promotion, the young man had been able to convince the higher ups that poor Jason really wanted to come back to the company he loved so much, so they’d carved a minimum wage position for the former executive.  Instead of wearing expensive suits, Jason, now going by Jace, showed up in khakis and a polo.  The short-sleeve shirts showed off his impressive chest and sculpted arms, while the tight pants bubbled out immensely around his new backside.  From a distance, he was every bit as striking as ever, until you talked to him.  Evan relished every second of those interactions.  Watching the formerly arrogant stud be talked to like a toddler was pure joy.  

Jason didn’t seem to mind one way or the other; he just wanted to be near Evan.  Every now and then he’d have a flash of memory, but for the most part the former corporate predator now spent his days as a happy, harmless hunk.  Instead of stepping on people, he was all too happy to do what they told him.  

Evan had been true to his word and took excellent care of him.  The younger man had moved in and made sure Jason had everything he needed.  He laid out his clothes for him in the morning, cooked him food, and fucked his brains out whenever he wanted.   Jason’s favorite was when Evan would take him down to the ocean.  He hated wearing clothes but he understood that he had to, except when they went to the beach.  Then he could run around in just his tiny little underwear.  He liked the way the string felt sliding between his cheeks, and people always seemed to stare at the heavy, stuffed pouch in front.  Evan always seemed so happy watching him run across the sand and Jason liked the way it made his plump rear bounce.  The sculpted blonde felt bad for guys who’s asses weren’t as big as his, but he liked it when Evan would bring them home and let him use their hard cocks.  They always thought his long, limp hose was funny, but Jason didn’t understand why.  He didn’t care, either.  It was bigger than theirs and he liked how it felt slapping around.  

The handsome blonde sometimes wished he understood more.  He felt like he should.  People told him he used to be able to, but he didn’t really believe them.  Following behind Darren, he couldn’t picture himself doing anything close to what the other man did.  

“Okay, Jace.  You can start with the mail.  Now remember; what do we tell ourselves if we make a mistake?”  

“It’s okay,” Jason said proudly, repeating the mantra he’d been taught.  “It’s just business.”