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Chase bit down on his anger and ignored Jake’s remark.  He was too busy trying to put the finishing touches on the expansive spreadsheet that had been frustrating him for hours.  If he pulled off the project he was up for a promotion at work, which meant a raise and a way out of the cramped apartment he shared with his friend and constant tormentor.  When Jake suggested that they keep living together while they got their feet under them after graduation, it had seemed like a good idea.  Now, a few years later, it took all of Chase’s willpower not to snap the other man in half.  

As much as his scrawny roommate would like to think otherwise, Chase was far from being the dumb jock he appeared as.  Underneath his ample muscle and handsome features was a sharp, patient intellect.  Things may not have come as easily to him as they did his smaller friend, but he made up for it with the same dogged discipline that he applied to his body.  He worked hard and had earned, either through sweat or study, everything he had.  Which is why Jake’s constant belittling was wearing him down more and more with every passing day.  

At first he’d written off the other man’s snide comments as a reflection of his own insecurities.  Chase wasn’t arrogant, but he knew it couldn’t have been easy back when they were in college to watch him score girl after girl while, on his best night, Jake could barely get a phone number.  He was tall and strapping; he always had been.  He had naturally broad shoulders and a frame that seemed to effortlessly pile on muscle.  Puberty hit and the athletically prone young man started bulking up without really trying.  To the absolute joy of coaches everywhere, by the time he hit college Chase already had a set of sculpted, prominent pecs, massive arms, and a tiny, shredded waist.  The legs that carried him swiftly across court and field were granite pillars of supple muscle, exploding with strength when needed without being thick and bulky.  He was more chiseled than beefy, with a face that held on to its boyish charm.  His easy smile, thick brown hair, and bright blue eyes made the lantern jawed young man approachable and friendly as opposed to an intimidating meathead.  

Unlike other guys he knew, Chase wasn’t smug about his appearance.  He wasn’t one to lord his looks over people, or to try and use them to get ahead.  He knew the ease with which physical activity came to him was largely beyond his control and he did his best to encourage others, including his skin-and-bones roommate.  When they’d first met, Jake had tried to keep up with Chase at the gym but had quickly given up.  The shorter blonde man’s wiry frame was tight with lean definition, but he’d never been able to put on any significant size.  Jake was lanky and bony, with a personality as jagged as his sharp facial features.  As much as he liked to blame Chase for “stealing” all the girls, it wasn’t the thin blonde’s appearance that was the problem.  Unlike his fit friend’s laid back, easygoing approach to life, Jake was uptight and stuck in his own head.  As a result he took it out on Chase, who’d finally had his fill.  The brunette hunk hadn’t originally planned on doing anything other than moving out as soon as possible.  He didn’t want to nurse a grudge, he just wanted to get some space.  But when he saw the ad, something clicked.  

He’d found an old fitness magazine from the eighties at the gym.  It was wedged in the back of a locker he was using and he’d taken it without noticing until he found it in his bag once he got home.  That night while lying in bed and absently flipping through it, an ad for a bizarre supplement caught his eye.  It was for a topical powder that supposedly worked miracles, packing on muscle in just a few days.  It promised to turn you into a “real man.”  For some reason, he thought of Jake almost immediately.  He pictured himself sneaking it onto the other man’s clothes, laughing at the thought of his skinny friend bulking up without knowing why.  

He was calling the number on the ad before he even realized he was doing it.  Despite the ad being almost forty years old, someone picked up.  The person on the other end spoke quickly, with a thick accent that Chase couldn’t place and had difficulty understanding.  They were spouting out instructions quicker than he could follow, but he figured he’d just read them on the container.  When a small, unmarked jar arrived a few days later with no additional instructions, he did the best he could.  He made a bet with Jake that he knew his friend would lose, the wager being a trip with him to the gym.  Chase managed to sneak the powder onto Jake’s clothes while his friend was at work, and now he just needed to get him sweating to activate it.  

“Speaking of muscles,” Chase said, closing his laptop, “someone owes me a trip to the gym.”  

Jake rolled his bony shoulders and sighed.  “Dude, are you really going to hold me to that?”  

“Fuck yes I am,” Chase said cheerfully, hopping up and clapping Jake on a skinny arm.  

“What?  Right now?  I just got home.”  

Chase did his best impression of a personal trainer.  “Gotta make time to exercise even when you don’t want to.”

“Man, come on...I’ll go tomorr…”

Chase cut Jake off with a quick shove towards his friend’s bedroom.  “Nope.  The rules said I could call it in whenever, so go get changed.”  

Jake glared at his grinning friend for a moment, trying to decide if he could wear him down or not.  Something about Chase’s smirk told him it would be a waste of time.  “Fine, let’s just get this over with,” he grumbled, trudging off to his room.  

**********

Jake tossed and turned all night.  He ached from head to toe, a result of the torturous workout Chase had put him through.  He knew when he made the bet that his friend wasn’t going to be content with a simple trip to the gym, and he’d been correct.  Chase had him doing squats and presses and lifts and laps around the track until he was soaked in sweat and could barely stand.  More than ever, he couldn’t understand his friend’s obsession with such activity.  Jake had always hated the sensation of sweaty clothes clinging to him, and being around other smelly, dripping men wasn’t something he willingly sought out.  The appeal was something he couldn’t wrap his brain around, which meant it was something he didn’t like.  Most things came easily to him.  He’d been a straight “A” student his entire life with barely any effort and he’d quickly shot out of his entry-level position at work.  It was a gift he took for granted, becoming almost immediately frustrated on the rare occasions when he was presented with something that he couldn’t get to make sense, such as gym-going meatheads.  

Jake knew that Chase was well aware of all this when he made the bet and was already planning his revenge, but first he’d have to get through the night.  He squirmed uncomfortably under the clinging sheets, sweating buckets as though gripped by fever.  What little sleep he found was filled with vivid, surreal dreams.  He was back at the gym, grunting in front of the mirror while he hefted dumbbell after dumbbell, his jacked, meaty frame leaving a puddle on the floor from the effort.  

“Ugh...he’s going to pay for this…” Jake muttered as he pried himself up from his mattress and out from underneath the soaked sheets.  He pulled them off the bed in disgust, tossing them in a heap onto the floor.  It looked like someone had dumped a bucket of water on him.  Even his boxer briefs clung to his legs, outlining his small package like a pair of wet swim trunks.  He waddled awkwardly into the bathroom and peeled them off, scrubbing himself in the shower until his pale skin was pink and raw, but at least he felt clean.  

It was a fleeting sensation.  By the time he was done toweling himself off he was sweating again.  He felt flushed and the apartment seemed muggy and humid.  He would have thought that he was coming down with something, but even with the lackluster sleep from the previous night he felt oddly energized.  As much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to wonder if there wasn’t something to Chase’s obsession with the gym after all as he got dressed and headed off to work.  

By mid morning, that feeling of being energized had grown into full blown restlessness.  He fidgeted at his desk constantly, unable to sit still.  If his finger wasn’t tapping mindlessly on the desk, his leg was bouncing under it.  His head wasn’t any better.  Jake’s thoughts raced, and focusing on anything for more than a few minutes at a time took significant effort.  After only a few hours the dazed young man felt like he’d been at work all day.  

“Fuckin’ hell…” he spat, shoving his mouse aside.  He’d gone to bring up a file for what felt like the tenth time, only to forget which one he was looking for once the browser window was open.  He sighed and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head.  He’d barely raised his hands when he sniffed at the air and furrowed his brow at the sudden, pungent smell.  “Jesus...who the fuck is…” Jake trailed off mid sentence when he looked over and saw the large pit stains on his shirt.  Worse than the large wet circles, at the slight turn of his head he was slapped in the face by a waft of musky body odor.  He went crimson as he slowly realized he was the source of the noxious smell.  Jake pored over his memories of that morning and was sure he’d put on deodorant as always, but he currently smelled like he hadn’t showered in days.  

He hopped up from his chair, wincing at the gripping fabric he felt on the backs of his thin legs.  His pants were as damp as his shirt from where they’d been trapped against his chair, and as soon as he stood, beads of liquid trickled down between his sharp shoulder blades as if he’d been running laps all morning.  Horrified, Jake hurried out of his office, doing his best to avoid people on the way to the elevator.  There was a small market on the corner where he could pick up some spare deodorant and cologne, he just hoped he wouldn’t pass too many people on the way.  

His hopes were dashed as soon as the doors opened and he saw the crowd on their way down to the first floor.  In his haste he’d stepped inside without thinking, and the doors had shut before it occurred to him to take the stairs.  The wiry man’s stomach sank when he started to notice the people next to him shuffle as far away as they could, and he saw the reflection of the people behind him wincing and doing their best to cover their noses.  It took less than a minute to descend, but to a mortified Jake the trip felt like hours.  His anxiety only caused him to sweat even more, and he could feel the fabric at his upper back starting to cling to his skin.  

He bought the strongest anti-perspirant he could find, along with the most abrasive cologne the cheap corner store had.  It smelled like alcohol mixed with stale car air-fresheners, but Jake didn’t care.  He only needed it to cover things up until he could make it back home.  

“Long night?” the old lady behind the counter asked as she rang him up, giving his increasingly disheveled appearance a look up and down.  

“Uh...yeah...something like that,” Jake blushed and stammered, his eyes boring holes into the counter.  He had to fight the urge to strip his shirt off right there at the counter, a battle he waged the entire way back to his office.  As soon as the door was shut and locked behind him he undid the buttons and pulled the shirt from his waist, wincing at the new odor assaulting his nostrils.  He hadn’t noticed the distinct musk emanating from his crotch before.  

“What the fuck is going on…” Jake whimpered, frantically pasting his armpits with the deodorant before practically showering in the cheap cologne.  His eyes burned as badly as his nose from the harsh smell.  Not knowing what else to do, he hesitantly opened his pants, wincing at the strength of the aroma he unleashed, and spritzed several pumps onto his damp underwear.  

It was a temporary measure at best.  The anti-perspirant and noxious cologne took the edge off, but underneath the chemical cloud lurked the ever present notes of musky body odor.  Having lived in one, Jake was humiliated further when he realized his office bore the familiar, powerful stench of the boy’s floor of a college dorm. He could see his coworkers taking note by the way they wrinkled their noses or shook their heads when they passed his office.  A few even coughed.  He couldn’t blame them.  In their position he’d have done the same.  

The anxiety furthered his restlessness to the point where he couldn’t focus at all.  His damp, smelly body felt like it was vibrating.  He felt confined in his clothes and in his office.  He needed space to move, to burn off the energy that was heating his insides like an overloaded furnace.  Even he was surprised when he picked up his phone to text Chase about another trip to the gym.  

**********

“Dude...you killed it out there,” Chase said as he followed Jake into their apartment.  He took the opportunity to look his friend up and down again, already spotting noticeable growth on the other man’s thin frame.  “I wasn’t expecting you to want to go back at all, let alone so soon.”  

Jake grinned bashfully and ran a hand through his damp, blonde hair.  If he noticed his enlarged bicep in the process he didn’t show it.  “It’s been a weird day.”  

“Must’ve been if it made you workout like that.”  Chase put a proud hand on Jake’s shoulder, using the contact as an excuse to feel the flesh underneath.  His friend’s shoulders looked wider, and now he could feel a new layer of muscular padding obscuring the once prominent bones.  Whatever he’d bought, it appeared to be working.  

“I’ve been restless all day, you know?  Like I can’t sit still.  Hot, too.  I’m sweating like a pig…” Jake tugged on the tight, soaked t-shirt.  Where Chase looked like he’d been working out, the thin blonde man looked like he’d been caught in the rain.  

“Maybe your body’s finally catching up?  I always said it’d be easy for you to put on some weight if you tried.  Just look at you already.”  He raised Jake’s arm and nodded approvingly when his friend flexed.  

“Damn...that IS bigger…” Jake said, sounding as if in a daze. 

“All it takes is some work,” Chase said casually, flexing his much larger piston of an arm.  He broke off the pose and waved his hand when he got a whiff of Jake’s strong odor.  “Whew...a little ripe there…” he laughed.  He’d noticed it immediately when they’d met up at the gym and it had only gotten worse.  “You can hit the shower first if you want.”  

Jake blushed and sniffed.  He opened his mouth to say something but paused, a confused look washing over him.  “Nah, you go ahead.”  

Chase made a mental note as he watched his friend pull his crumpled work clothes out of his gym bag.  He didn’t bother to hang them up, he just tossed them onto the floor next to the pile of sheets Chase had seen that morning.  When he walked into the bathroom he saw that Jake’s discarded underwear was still on the floor.  He’d been surprised when he’d stepped on it earlier in the day.  In all their years living together he’d never known Jake to leave his laundry laying around like that.  He’d purposely left it to see how long it would stay, but his friend didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get it.  

He closed the door and stripped down, giving his sculpted body a once-over in the mirror while the water warmed up.  The thought that Jake was potentially on his way to a similar build left him confused.  Chase was already feeling guilty for what he’d done.  Never in his wildest dreams did he think the stuff would actually work, and now that it looked like it was, all the questions he should have asked where swirling around in his head.  Was it safe?  Did he just poison his friend?  Why was he even mad in the first place?  

Chase tried to shake the thoughts from his head as the steam built up in the room around him.  He didn’t know if it was Jake’s scent wafting in from outside or if it was coming from his friend’s underwear on the ground, but his nostrils burned with the phantom odor of the other man’s body.  It didn’t bother him.  Chase had spent enough time in locker rooms and gyms to the point where the masculine smell was familiar and almost comforting.  He laughed again at the thought of Jock Jake as he bent down on a whim and picked up the other man’s small boxer briefs.  He’d seen his friend in them enough times to know the source of the musky, pheromone-laden odor that drifted up to meet him.  Chase blushed as he held them, feeling an unexpected twinge of affection at the thought of Jake’s thin rod and tiny balls stinking up the grey fabric.  His own thick, dangling rod dwarfed his friend like the rest of him, but he’d never really stopped to think about it before.  

The underwear was already on its way to his face by the time Chase thought about what he was doing.  Without knowing why, the naked stud pressed the grey cotton to his nose and inhaled until his prominent chest couldn’t expand any further.  Instead of disgust, the harsh remnants of sweat and pheromones were intoxicating.  Chase actually groaned as his cock rocketed to it’s throbbing seven inches and was stroking as he stepped into the shower, the underwear still pressed against his face.  His tongue flitted against it as he pumped, imagining that it was Jake’s actual body he was tasting.  The steamy shower released more of the locked in ambrosia that Chase sought and he savored every morsel of the salty tang hitting his tongue.  Instead of the underwear, the aroused adonis pictured himself eagerly working his tongue all over Jake’s small little balls, desperate to drink straight from the tap.  

Chase was actually gnawing on the underwear when he came.  His pulsing cock blasted like a shotgun, emptying his heavy, churning balls all over the wall and nearly buckling his knees with the intensity.  It was like nothing he’d ever felt before.  

“Fu...fuck!  Fuck!”  He let the underwear fall to the shower floor as his head cleared and horror grew in his flat stomach.  The disgust he hadn’t felt before started to creep in when he thought about the source of the lingering taste in his mouth.  He turned his face towards the hissing shower head and let the water spray inside, trying to power wash his tongue clean.  It was a futile effort.  The salty, tangy flavor only seemed to work itself in deeper, mingling with the lingering scent in his nostrils.  He hopped out of the shower and stood dripping at the counter as he scrubbed his teeth, but even the minty toothpaste did nothing to obscure the clinging taste.  

Chase dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist.  He left the underwear in the shower, not trusting himself to pick them up again.  Already the punch of disgust he’d felt was fading as more thoughts of Jake took its place.  Opening the door and stepping out into the apartment, Chase was greeted with those thoughts made flesh.  

The last thing the confused stud expected to see was Jake standing casually in nothing but his sweaty underwear in the middle of the room.  His friend didn’t even like to be seen without a shirt on, let alone hang out nearly naked.  And on top of that initial shock, Chase could now see how much growth had actually taken place.  Jake looked like a different person.  His flat chest now had a set of small pecs, and his upper arms matched his thickened, broadened shoulders.  There were actual abs running down towards his waist, and what once looked like skinny chicken legs now looked firm and athletic.  

“You okay?  You were in there a long time,” Jake said, turning to face Chase when he heard the door open.  

Chase felt his mouth drop open but was helpless to shut it.  All he could do was stare at his altered friend, feeling himself drawn forward like he was caught in a tractor beam.  Now that he was intimately familiar with it, Jake’s excessive, musky odor was a beacon.  Chase could practically feel the particles in the air bouncing off his bare torso.  There was a growing tension as the two stood in silence and stared at each other, one looking confused, the other looking smug.  “I...uh...yeah...sorry….” Chase croaked.  “The shower’s all yours.”  

Jake cocked his head and stepped closer, a stern look on his face.  “You probably used up all the hot water…”

Chase’s heart started racing.  The closer Jake got, the more out of control he felt.  His friend’s angry tone made him unusually frantic and he scrambled for an excuse.  “No! I...I mean...yeah, but I can…” 

“How ‘bout you do it?”  

“Wha...what?”  Chase didn’t understand.  

“You heard me,” Jake said flatly.  “I’m ripe, right?  So fix it.”  

“I...I don’t know what you mmmphhh…” Chase was cut off when Jake quickly raised an arm and stepped forward, shoving his armpit into his friend’s face.  He didn’t pull away or try to resist.  His brain was screaming at him that he should, but it was the last thing he wanted.  He nuzzled against the small patch of fur, his cock once again springing to attention.  He felt the towel lose its grip and land at his feet, but he didn’t stop.  Instead of reaching for it, his hands made their way to Jake’s growing torso as his tongue went to work.  “UUUUNNNNNmmmmm….” Chase moaned, his strong fingers stroking Jake’s firm chest and expanding back as he eagerly lapped at his friend’s pit.  He was desperate for as much of the salty, sour flesh as he could get against his eager tongue.  His untouched cock throbbed and oozed as he huffed and licked and worked his mouth along the underside of one arm and then the other.  

Jake was hard now too, but he resisted the urge to tear his friend’s increasingly small underwear free.  He hadn’t finished with Jake’s upper body yet.  Something inside him was driving him to make sure the tongue bath was as thorough as it could be.  This wasn’t foreplay; it was worship.  Chase was still twice Jake’s size.  He could have picked him up and thrown him through a wall, but as he dropped to his knees and worked his tongue along his friend’s lower back the muscular stud felt small and inferior.  The scents and flavors pouring off Jake were distilled masculinity and he was nothing but a child by comparison.  All his ample muscle was meaningless in the face of such confident power.  

He could tell that Jake was feeling it, too.  His friend had been commanding him, directing him to work his tongue more in one spot or less in another.  With each command, Chase felt himself fall further.  It was like the voice of every coach he ever had pumping straight into his brain.  He had a desperate need to please Jake, no matter what.  

“Come on...really get in there,” Jake spat as Chase pulled his underwear down.  

The kneeling man groaned as he clutched at his friend’s tiny, but firm, rear.  He spread the perky little cheeks apart and dove in tongue-first.  There was still a part of himself that reeled at the thought of his actions, but all that part could do was watch.  Chase would need to be physically restrained to keep his aching tongue away from his friend’s hole.  

“Jake...fuck, man...I don’t know what’s…” Chase panted when he came up for air, resting his face against the newly sprouted bubble.  

“You can’t bathe if you’re talking,” Jake barked gruffly, pressing his bare cheeks backwards.  

“Sorry!” Chase said quickly, already missing the sour taste.  He shuddered every time Jake let out a quick gasp when his strong tongue would press against his friend’s hole.  The muscular man felt like he was going to explode, but he couldn’t stop until Jake told him he could.  

Chase worked his way forward, licking his way along the underside of Jake’s growing balls until he was finally face-to-face with his friend’s stout cock.  It didn’t appear any longer than its normal five and a half inches, but it looked thicker.  Jake smugly toyed with him, slapping the solid rod against his cheeks or moving it just out of reach whenever he leaned towards it.  

“Ple..please…” Chase begged.  He had a flash of awareness, seeing his perfect body on its knees pleading for another man’s solid cock while his handsome face was covered in sweaty residue.  

“Please what?” Jake said, his gentle fingers stroking Chase’s hair a sharp contrast to his rough tone.  “You want me to fuck your mouth?”  

Chase nodded, his eyes wide.  

“Say it, then.”  

The handsome stud’s already flushed cheeks turned purple.  “Please...please fuck my mouth.”  

Before Chase could close his lips, Jake plunged inside.  The kneeling athlete’s head was held in place while Jake pumped his hips back and forth.  Like Jake said, this wasn’t Chase giving him a blow job; this was Jake using his friend’s mouth as a warm, moist hole.  And Chase loved it.  He relished each plunging stab of the increasingly fat cock and how Jake’s silky bush brushed against his face.  He inhaled until he was lightheaded, breathing in as much of the musky odor as he could get.  He knew something had gone horribly wrong with his plan.  This wasn’t just Jake bulking up.  Chase has been caught in his own web and he had no idea how to free himself, or if he even wanted to.  

**********

Jake woke, groggy and confused.  A naked Chase still slumbered in his equally naked arms as they both lay on a bare mattress.  The sight of his friend and the feeling of their flesh connecting filled him with joy, but Chase looked smaller than he should.  The well-built man should have dwarfed him, not fit comfortably in his grasp.  Jake slipped his arm free and lumbered out of bed, swaying on his feet.  

“Whoa…” he gave a deep, dull laugh when he saw his reflection in the mirror across the room.  Chase hadn’t grown smaller; he’d grown bigger.  Much bigger.  Where once there was a slender, wiry man, now stood a beefy, barrel chested mound of muscle.  He dimly recalled the sensation of growing.  Time was becoming liquid in his brain, but it felt recent.  Chase was using his expert tongue and Jake thought his body was larger, harder, than it should have been.  It kept happening while Chase kept licking, his muscles inflating and pushing ever outwards.  Jake shrugged, the impossibility of what was happening getting lost in the fog of his brain.  He prodded his slab of a chest with meaty fingers before running his hands along his bulging muscle gut more out of curiosity than shock.  His biceps were like bowling balls and his shoulders had grown to the point where they swallowed his neck entirely.  When he took a step forward he felt his thighs rub together, pushing his soda-can cock and heavy balls even further outwards.  

The altered man stared at his face the longest.  Jake could only see the barest hint of his old self in the round, full cheeks, sloping brow, and buzzed blonde hair.  The sight made his heart beat faster, though he didn’t know why.  His thoughts came to him through an obscuring haze and he only caught parts of them, like talking on a cell phone with bad reception.  He eventually gave up trying to piece any of it together, focusing instead on the way his plump pecs bounced when he flexed them.  He laughed again and leaned his head down towards his arm, taking a long sniff and nodding approvingly at the pungent scent that burned his nostrils.  

Something inside him still tried to signal an alarm.  Looking at the crumpled business clothes on the floor, a small part of his hazy brain told him that this explosion of flesh was something to be feared, not admired.  His heady aroma was horrifying, not intoxicating.  On instinct he turned to Chase for help, but the sight of his friend’s ripped, naked body with it’s long, rigid cock sent any other thoughts scattering into the void that was his emptying mind.  He licked his lips and lumbered back to the bed.  

**********

“Pleeeaaaase, Jake…” Chase whined, lifting his face from between the mountains of muscle that Jake’s ass had become.  His brawny friend was stretched out on his stomach, purring contentedly while Chase licked the valley around his hole clean.  “I’ve been good!  I’ll clean you up after, I promise!”  

Jake grumbled and rolled over, his fat cock standing upright from between his round, firm thighs.  “Only ‘cuz you’ve been good,” he said sternly.  

Chase wasted no time in scrambling up Jake’s massive frame, eagerly impaling himself on his friend’s stout rod.  He let out a long, blissful sigh as the large organ slid inside.  The first few times, Chase had felt like he was being torn apart.  Trying to stretch his virgin hole around the enlarged member was like trying to shove a baseball bat through a button hole.  Eventually the pain had subsided, and now the formerly straight stud longed for the sensation of his friend’s musky pole filling him.  

Though it had only been a few months, their life before seemed no more than a distant memory.  Chase had a hard time remembering what it was like to not come home to a smelly, dirty apartment.  His formerly fastidious friend was now anything but.  At most Jake showered once or twice a week, and the concept of doing laundry had become foreign to him.  Piles of dirty clothes and underwear peppered the apartment, and Jake had taken to re-wearing his dirty clothes, no matter how smelly or sweat stained.  Eventually Chase would reluctantly do the laundry, more out of necessity than desire.  He loved the way Jake’s musky cologne permeated everything.  It was like a drug.  Chase’s favorite part of the day was when he came home from work and was enveloped by the pungent aroma as soon as he opened the door.  Still, he knew there was a limit before people would start to complain.  He needed to keep an eye on it because he knew Jake couldn’t anymore.  Along with his new muscles had come a new, significantly limited, outlook on life.  Jake’s attention span lasted a few minutes at most, and he thought nothing of how he looked or smelled when he left the apartment.  Chase had to leave constant reminders while he was at work so that Jake wouldn’t inadvertently lumber off to the gym naked.  He hated being away, but since his friend could no longer hold down a job he had to take care of them both.  Jake didn’t see it that way.  Though he was dependent on Chase, the grunting meathead barked out orders in military fashion.  There was no filter between what he wanted and what he said, and since it usually involved getting the bigger man off Chase was only too eager to comply.  

Chase had been horrified and humiliated at first.  He’d felt out of control and guilty over his actions.  Watching his formerly intelligent friend lumber around in the body of a dimwitted meathead was awful.  He hoped none of the old Jake remained trapped in the twisted version of himself that he’d become, praying instead that his friend at least had the bliss of ignorance.  It was something Chase would never have.  The sculpted stud was hyper aware of his actions every time he begged Jake to let him bury his face in his stinky pits or between the inflated globes of his ass.  Now, watching his washboard stomach flex as he rocked his hips and whimpered at the end of Jake’s fat cock, the days of being a handsome lady killer seemed increasingly distant.  The contrast between spending his days as a well dressed professional, and his nights as the slave to a beefy pig, still gave him whiplash.  He thought about how people would react if they knew what the handsome young executive got up to after hours, especially all the women that flirted with him throughout the day.  Chase couldn’t even remember the last time his own thick rod did anything other than slap against Jake’s muscle gut.  

But he loved it.  He loved being ordered around.  He loved being smaller than Jake and worshipping the other man’s burly muscle.  He loved the taste of his friend’s salty, sweaty flesh against his tongue.  He loved the filth, and the dirt, and the smell.  He loved the embarrassment he felt for both of them when they were out in public and people noticed Jake’s ever-present aroma.  His friend was obsessed with the gym now, and Chase loved how it felt to walk into a locker room, and the rush that came from the familiar scent of other men.  He loved it whenever they’d bring other guys home and he could taste them as well.  

“UUUUuuuOOOHhhhh!”  Chase spasmed and sprayed all over Jake’s meaty stomach and chest.  His friend just grinned and folded his thick arms behind his head.  He hadn’t cum yet, but that wasn’t abnormal.  Jake’s new body had stamina that could last for hours, and when he did finally blow it was like a geyser erupting.  

Chase knew that would come later.  The panting jock licked his lips as he looked down at the sticky liquid glistening on Jake’s broad, sweaty torso.  He needed to clean up after himself.