Interactive: Campus Nightmares, ch. 6 (Patreon)

“Okay, yeah, but have you SEEN professor Kelton lately?  Shiiiiiiiit,” Ben sighed, grabbing his bulge through the front of his shorts.  “Dude’s hung like a…” he trailed off, realizing too late that he’d said more than he’d anticipated.  

“Oh fuck!” Stu laughed, the bean bag dropping from his hand.  “Did you finally hit that?”  The short, stocky man’s pale skin turned a deep shade of crimson under his scrubby body hair and bearded cheeks, his eyes glued to the ground.  

Chad grinned across the way, shaking his head slowly.  “You don’t mean…” The dark skinned adonis folded his arms across his perfect pecs, flexing both in the process as he tried to wrap his head around the idea of his burly friend being fucked by another guy.  

“Ha!” Stu reached over with a long, lean arm and gave one of Ben’s solid, ample globes a squeeze.  “HE hit THIS?  Is that why you’ve been wearing your wrestling shit everywhere?  He’s into it? ”

“Goddamnit!” Mitch yelled, spiking his bag into the ground.  The beefy wall of muscle’s broad, hulking body shook with the force of the throw.  “I didn’t even know it was up for grabs.  What the fuck, man?  I thought we were friends,” he laughed.  

“Fuck you guys,” Ben stammered defensively.  “I didn’t even...look, you know I’m not fuckin’ gay or anything….he just…” the stocky blonde bear struggled for the words, still not fully understanding his own actions.  “There’s just something about him.  He showed up to class the other day jacked through the ceiling and next thing I know we’re…” he trailed off again.  

The other three young men exchanged silent glances that ranged from shocked to amused.  They were giving Ben a hard time, but they’d be lying if they said they all hadn’t had strange thoughts lately.  It was like there was something in the air.  Even just standing around playing cornhole with their shirts off, they found themselves eyeing each other’s bare torso’s in ways they never had.  A result of sharing such tight quarters, they were as familiar with each others’ bodies as they were their own, yet their eyes lingered and their minds wandered.  

They were four fit, handsome young men.  It wasn’t odd for them to be thinking about sex all the time; it was the subject of those thoughts that was becoming confusing.  Chad featured into most since he was the stunner of the group; a chocolate skinned hunk without an ounce of fat on his perfectly developed frame.  He was one of those charming hunks that everyone either wanted to be, or to be with.  But even the avowed ladies man was questioning himself.  He kept looking over at Mitch’s thick, linebacker body with it’s shaggy brown hair, boyish face, and long, thick cock outlined against his shorts.  Normally he gave his friend a hard time for being so big.  Now he just wondered what that body would feel like in bed.  

The same went for Ben and Stu.  Already he felt his cock twitching at the thought of Ben getting his thick cakes stuffed while the shorter man’s huge cock bounced around comically.  He knew Stu wouldn’t have that problem, since the tall, lean man didn’t have much of an ass or a cock.  Stu’s long, sharp features were handsome enough, but his body was tall and shapeless with a small package that was just as thin as the rest of him.  

Chad broke the awkward silence.  “So what’d it feel like?”   He quickly raised his hands in surrender at Ben’s angry glare.  “No, hey, I’m not being a dick.  I’m seriously curious, man.”  Mitch and Stu stayed silent but nodded encouragingly.  

Ben’s face was practically purple with embarrassment.  “I dunno...fuck,” he laughed, grinning bashfully.  “Good?  Never thought I’d say that...shit…it felt great.  Like, really, really good.  Super embarrassed to admit that.”  

Mitch ran a hand through his shaggy hair and cocked his head as he thought about it.  “So, what, did you just do it in his office?” 

“Yeah, come on dude, don’t hold out on us.  This is a big deal...give us the details.”  Stu punched Ben in the shoulder, grinning.  “You had your cherry popped!” 

Ben drained the remainder of his beer in one long pull and grabbed another.  “It was after class.   We’d been staring at each other the whole time, and I mean STARING.  I’ve never looked at a guy like that before.”  He shook his head and sighed, looking surprised that he was even still talking about this.  Like Mitch, he reached up absently and toyed with his baseball cap, spinning it forwards, then backwards, while he organized his thoughts.  “We were flirting.  Real flirting.  He invited me up to his office and I went.  I didn’t know why.  I mean, I KNEW why, I just didn’t believe it.  Not really.  Then he locked his door and started unbuttoning his shirt and that was that.”  Ben’s eyes were wide and distant.  “Next thing I know we’re both naked and I’m leaning against his desk and he’s…” the young blonde’s furry pecs were rising and falling quickly at the memory. “It didn’t even hurt all that bad.  It was uncomfortable at first….the dude’s gigantic.  Bigger than you, even,” he said, nodding towards Mitch’s crotch.  “After that it just felt...I dunno...full.  But in a good way.  I could hardly breathe it felt so good.  It was super weird at first feeling his big man hands on me and his fuckin’ rock solid body behind me.  Dude is all muscle.  Once you get used to it though...shit, man, I get why gay dudes are into it.”

“Clearly,” Stu said flatly, nodding down towards Ben’s tented shorts.  

“Fuckin’ hell,” the embarrassed man spat, trying and failing to cover himself.  

Mitch ignored Ben’s solid cock.  It wasn’t the first time any of them had seen each other in such a state.  “So is it better than fuckin’ a chick,” he asked, sounding legitimately curious.  

Ben gave a short, awkward laugh.  “You ever seen me bone out talkin’ about a random hook up before?”     

Chad let out a whistle while Mitch toyed with his hair, both trying to process what they’d heard.  “Can you blame him, though?  Just look at those cakes.”  As he spoke, Stu’s hand shot out towards the back of Ben’s shorts, pulling them down.  

“Hey! Come on, man,” Ben yelped, whirling around and mooning Chad and Mitch in the process.  With his back turned he couldn’t see how their eyes immediately dropped to the exposed, hairy globes, or how they started to step forward.   

The wave hit before any of them could react.  The sound pierced their ears and a numbing tingle draped itself over each of them, the changes starting immediately.  Mitch barely had time to look over at Chad, and already his dark skinned friend had started inflating.  The other man’s sculpted definition faded as his body started to swell.  He puffed outwards, his stomach taking on a familiar roundness that matched the plump pecs resting on top of it.  His shoulders were swallowed as his chiseled arms exploded with flesh, growing round and thick and hanging at an angle from his widened back.  The already tight shorts around his legs looked like a pair of boxer briefs as his thighs enlarged to meaty trunks in place of the toned quads he normally sported.  The sharp features of his face seemed to soften, his cheeks becoming full and his nose shortening to a smaller button instead of a prominent beak.  His altered face took on a pained expression, the cause of which became obvious when Chad’s cock grew and thickened into a long, fat hose with a set of round, heavy balls that strained against the confining shorts.  

Had he been looking at himself, Mitch would have seen his body undergoing changes of its own.  Where Chad’s body inflated, his seemed to be shrinking.  His beefy build quickly withered, melting away to reveal a sculpted torso underneath.  Instead of a meaty shelf of a chest and a muscle gut, he had a set of clearly defined pecs and a washboard stomach that looked like it had been chiseled from marble.  His missing neck was slowly revealed when his shoulders shrunk down and his piston like arms became as striated and sculpted as the rest of him, still looking powerful though they’d lost significant size.  His baggy shorts suddenly sagged as his waist pinched inwards and his legs shed a chunk of their mass.  Unlike Chad’s rounding face, Mitch’s features became sharp and pronounced as he thinned out into his lean new form.  

Across the yard, the changes started to hit Stu and Ben.  Stu’s 6’3” frame dropped to match Ben’s 5’8” height just as the shorter man started stretching upwards and inwards, taking on Stu’s taller, thinner build.  Like Mitch, his shorts suddenly sagged as his formerly plump cheeks deflated into a small, toned bubble and his wide waist thinned.  His thick quads pulled away from each other, and the tent in his now-baggy shorts became noticeably smaller.  Other than elongating, his torso didn’t appear to shed any mass, but it was rapidly losing the coating of curly hairs until only a small patch on his chest remained.  

Next to him, Stu’s shrunken frame started widening, his shoulders and upper back pushing outwards to take on a burly, stocky look.  His tiny ass exploded with extra flesh as the mass from his shortened legs pushed upwards and towards each other, desperate for somewhere to go.  The missing size from Ben’s tented shorts sprouted in his, a large bulge forming between his growing thighs.  As Stu’s muscles rearranged and settled into their new homes, a layer of curly, wiry hairs suddenly sprouted all over his formerly smooth skin.  The thickening carpet spread across his now bulging pecs and down his widened stomach, briefly disappearing beneath his shorts before emerging over his meaty thighs.  

The changes happened so quickly the altered young men barely had time to process them.  They stood in shocked silence, trying to catch their breath as the numb, tingling sensation faded.  

“What the fuck was…” 

“AAAAAHHHHH!  WHAT THE FUCK?!  WHAT THE FUCK?!”  Chad’s frantic cries cut Mitch off.  The dark skinned wall of muscle pawed at his inflated body in terror.  

“Holy shit...you’re…” Mitch trailed off, finally looking down at himself and discovering his lean, sculpted body.  “Shit!  What...why am I so small?!”  

“Small?!  Fucking look at me!”  They all turned to see a much shorter Stu frantically looking around from his new perspective while a stunned Ben ran disbelieving hands over his now-smooth skin.  

“We...I...I look like you…” Ben finally stammered, looking down at Stu instead of up at his friend.  

“Oh...oh shit...he’s right…” Mitch gasped.  “I fuckin’ look like Chad!”  

“Like fuck you do,” Chad said, looking over at his pale friend.  

“I mean I’m built like you...fuckin’ look at me...I’m shredded.”  Mitch flexed a smaller, more defined arm and popped his abs.  

“And I’m fat!” Chad cried, poking at his muscle gut.  

“Fuck you dude,” Mitch said defensively.  “You’ve got more muscle on you than I do right now.”  

“I didn’t want more muscle!”  The now-beefy man squirmed, feeling his extra flesh rub against itself in unfamiliar ways.  

“Fuck!”  Chad and Mitch’s argument was cut short by Ben, who was staring into his open shorts with a look of horror on his face.  Stu may have been the tallest of the group, but he was the smallest between his legs, an honor that now belonged to the formerly hung Ben.  “Where’d my dick go!”  

Mitch immediately followed suit, paling when he saw the thinner, shorter cock where his fat monster used to be.  “Gah!  What the fuck?!”  He looked over and finally noticed the large lump in Chad’s ill-fitting shorts.  “Give me my dick back!”  

“You think I want it?!”  Chad tugged on the confining shorts, trying and failing to make room for his hefty new package.  “How is this even happening?!”  

“Whoa…” Stu’s shocked laugh caught his friends’ attention and they turned to see him standing with his shorts around his thighs and his heavy new package dangling free.  Looking at the hairy, stocky body that should have belonged to Ben, all four felt a strange sensation wash over them.  They couldn’t look away as Stu prodded and explored his altered body.  “This is...this is really weird…” he laughed awkwardly, his thick new hose twitching.  “Fuck, man, I didn’t realize how big everyone seemed to you,” he said to Ben, looking up at a body that used to be his.  

“Don’t say big right now,” Ben sighed, watching his stolen girth harden between his friend’s legs.  

“Yeah...fuck...this is...wow…” Stu’s eyes were wide as he wrapped a fist around his rigid seven inches, marveling at how large it felt.  

“Hey!  Come on, man, that’s mine,” Ben whined.  

“Not anymore,” Stu said, puffing his hairy chest out proudly.  He reached over without warning and pulled Ben’s shorts the rest of the way down, letting his taller friend’s solid cock spring free.  The lankier man felt a fresh wave of embarrassment at the sight of his meager new equipment standing upright at the base of his lengthened torso.  “Damn...I didn’t realize how small that actually looked.”  

“What the fuck is wrong with you right now,” Ben yelped at Stu, still without attempting to cover himself.  Despite his shock, or perhaps because of it, he found himself laughing almost drunkenly with his friend as they stared back and forth at the bodies that should have belonged to the other.  “This is...is this even real…” he sighed, his short, thin cock surging as he stared at Stu’s stolen, furry muscles.  He hadn’t expected the sight of his thick hose on someone else’s body to turn him on the way it did.  

“Sure feels real,” Chad said, his words accompanied by a loud rip when he took a step forward.  The small shorts had finally given out, causing his inflated backside and fleshy thighs to spill free.  “Fuck this…” the beefy new giant grumbled, reaching down and tearing the shredded shorts and confining briefs free.  His eyes went wide when he felt the warm air hitting the entirety of his bare, ample body.  “Whoa…” he laughed, surprised by his own strength.  He kept staring at the shredded clothes as if he couldn’t believe it had been so easy.  “Does anyone else feel...strange…” he asked, rubbing his thickened chest with his free hand.  

“Of course,” Mitch said, unable to take his eyes off the wall of naked muscle next to him.  He wasn’t used to feeling small, and he’d never fully realized just how imposing his size made him.  

Chad shook his head, his face a mask of confused frustration.  “No, I mean...I feel like I’m…” he trailed off and looked down at the inflated equipment throbbing out beneath his solid gut.  “...I feel like I’m about to pop any second…” 

“Me too,” Stu said, a widened fist still wrapped around his thick new club while his other hand stoked absently through the freshly grown hair on his abs.  

“I don’t even know if this little thing worrrrUUUHHH….” Ben was cut off when Stu’s hand shot over and closed around the tall man’s smaller cock.  The sensation was overwhelming, as if he’d never been touched before.  He was trying to keep his focus, to not lose sight of the fact that they’d all somehow just swapped bodies and were standing naked in their yard, but it was a losing battle.  The intoxicated haze was seeping deeper and deeper into his brain, making it hard to think about anything other than what his lanky new body was telling him.  At the moment, it was telling him the only thing that mattered was the meaty fist clutching his small little cock.  

“Guys...come on...we can’t...can’t…” Mitch stammered, his lean new chest heaving with each deep breath.  He tried and failed to tell himself that he didn’t enjoy watching Stu jerk Ben off in his new body.  He gaped at the way his friends looked with their stolen features, trying to wrap his head around a square-jawed, hairy Stu, and a tall, lanky Ben.  He couldn’t stop thinking about Ben’s shrunken cock, and how small his friend’s thin little rod looked compared to his old one.  He didn’t know why the thought turned him on as much as it did.  Looking over at Chad, he was well aware that his own girthy package had been stolen.  Mitch’s now-baggy shorts rode lower and lower on his trim new hips, exposing more and more of his loose boxer briefs.  The chiseled new obliques that framed his washboard stomach pointed directly towards them, but he knew the aching cock lurking inside was nowhere near the size it should be.  

He gave the shorts and underwear a quick tug, sending them tumbling to the ground and exposing his shapely, solid six inches.  It wasn’t the beast he was used to, but it looked just right on his sculpted new body.  Like the rest of his altered frame, Mitch’s new equipment was perfectly proportional, neither too big nor too small.  

“Goddamn….was I really that hot,” Chad whistled, watching Mitch inspect his model-caliber body.  “Congratulations,” the big man laughed, “you’re the only white dude on campus with abs like that.”  

Mitch flexed and a ran a hand along the flat, firm sea of muscle where his gut used to be.  “I still feel so small,” he said, squirming awkwardly.  

“That’s just ungrateful,” Chad laughed.  He took a lumbering step forward and wrapped his arms around Mitch, leaning in and planting a kiss that was returned almost immediately.  They played each other like instruments, their bodies comfortingly familiar. Mitch knew exactly where to place his hands and mouth to elicit groans of pleasure from Chad, at least when the bigger man wasn’t doing the same to him.  

On some level they knew what they were doing was just as impossible as what had been done to them, but the strange new instinct couldn’t be denied.  They were drawn to each other like magnets, as if their new bodies were downloading data from their former hosts.  It wasn’t just lust, it was a crash course in pleasure.  While Mitch and Chad writhed in each other’s arms, Stu and Ben were engaged in their own lesson.  The broad, hairy Stu was face down, moaning into the grass while Ben parted his enlarged, furry cheeks and buried his lean new face between them.  

It was a learning experience for the whole group.  The shrunken man’s purloined body had recently learned the joys of bottoming, while Ben’s new little champ was all too eager to demonstrate how expertly it could be used despite its size.  As he plunged inside, Mitch and Chad moved on from kissing and groping.  The big man let out a deep, low moan when Mitch dropped to his knees and worked Chad’s oozing knob with his tongue, hitting all the spots he’d loved whenever he’d been on the receiving end.  The groaning giant was already beginning to enjoy his newly acquired mass and the way it felt when Mitch worked it over.  Likewise, the chiseled young stud was learning how much he enjoyed having a greater range of motion and flexibility when Chad turned him into putty in his large new hands.  

Unknown to them, it was a lesson being learned all over campus as Men found themselves swapping body types.  For Mitch, Ben, Chad and Stu the changes were ones of degree.  All four young men were athletic and handsome in their own right, but not everyone was so lucky.  At the gym, a buff young sophomore watched his muscles vanish onto a heavyset, middle aged man while his own body started inflating and sagging.  In a lecture hall, a wiry math professor’s clothes exploded off his body when he gained the broad shoulders and thick legs of a football player, who suddenly swam in his baggy shorts and t-shirt.  In the dorms, roommates found themselves growing and shrinking, gaining and losing as a new perspective was forced on them at random.  

And in every case, there was the same magnetic attraction.  The men who’d been affected threw themselves at each other in an undeniable frenzy.  The shock and fear would come later, but first was the instinctual need to exchange information on how their new bodies functioned.  

Oliver had watched the wave erupt firsthand.  He’d been inspecting the tear when the burst of energy shot forth and had just barely managed to protect himself.  

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” he said, reaching down to tousle Carter’s hair.  The altered, brutish man was always in tow, clad only in a pair of small running shorts that left his twisted body on display.  It was a stab at his former colleague’s vanity that the lean, well dressed man couldn’t resist.  “But no, we’re not switching.”  

He’d felt the pull as the wave washed over them, trying to draw his essence towards the shorter man next to him.  Carter had felt it as well, but the only noticeable effect seemed to be the hooked, crooked lump in the hairy man’s small shorts.  It didn’t take much to get the burly, apish little man hard, so Oliver couldn’t be sure.  

“This is interesting,” Oliver sighed, still absently stroking Carter’s hair as he gazed into the swirling void.  He couldn’t help but smile at the short grunts of pleasure, knowing full well that the other man hated his inability to stop them.  “That one was powerful.  And fast.  These aren’t changes that happen over the course of days or hours; reality is being rewritten instantly.  That means they’re getting close!” Oliver clapped, his tone joyous.  “Come,” he said, tugging on Carter’s lumpy shoulder.  “We still have some cleanup to do.”  

********* This is a good midpoint check in spot, so let me know what you think below. ***********