Love is the Drug (Patreon)

It all started with Tony doing what Tony does best: looking for new and inventive ways to get high.  The lanky young man liked to describe himself as an alchemist, but his friends all thought “junkie” probably would have been a more apt description.  Like a lot of kids, Tony started smoking weed in high school and his life quickly became an epic quest for a bigger and better high.  It was more than just a hobby or a simple matter of addiction with him. It was his calling.  He’d tried the man made chemicals and poisons you could buy on any street corner but they could never hold his interest.  What he wanted came from strange, forgotten shops or rural houses in towns that no one had ever heard of.  If other people were doing it, he wasn’t going to waste his time.  

Ryan always hated to sound like he was defending such a stupid and dangerous hobby, but he had to admit that Tony knew what he was doing.  His tall friend didn’t go the college route as he had, but had somehow still managed to master intricate chemical compositions and formulas.  While other guys his age were busting their asses earning liberal arts degrees so they could wind up with low-paying jobs, Tony was playing mad scientist, selling his home brew highs to buy a house and further fund his “research.”  Though he was technically unemployed, he was the one making all the money, letting Ryan move in when he’d graduated and needed a place to crash.  

It was after one of his “research expeditions” that he’d come home clutching a worn journal in his hand.  He was more excited than Ryan had ever seen him, going on and on about how he’d finally found something truly unique.  Ryan had heard it all before.  While he was slaving away at an office all day, Tony spent his time digging through crates of used books at whatever odd antique shops he could find.  The one he’d found the journal in was tucked away in a back alley without a sign or any other indication of what was inside.  It was simply a worn oaken door in the middle of a brick wall.  

The old man who ran the place was just as curious.  He was clearly old, but it was hard to determine just how old.  His wrinkled skin was leathery with age and his beady, mismatched eyes had a constant faraway stare.  Without windows the store was in a perpetual twilight, and the exposed bulbs dangling from the ceiling could do little to dispel the musty atmosphere.  Tony had drug Ryan there with him once, but the place was so creepy that the short, stocky man had to wait outside.  He’d tried to tell Tony then that nothing good could come from there, but Tony kept going back, always saying something about how he was “getting close.”  Much to Ryan’s frustration, “close” to what he would never say.  

When Tony told Ryan the journal had come from the shop, his first instinct was to burn it.  Instead, he listened to his friend ramble on about forgotten roads and maps through the forest.  Tony’s eyes were wild and his voice was trembling with excitement while he spoke, and Ryan knew that his friend was going on this hunt whether he went with him or not.  Not wanting him to go alone, especially considering his questionable state of mind, Ryan reluctantly agreed to go with him.  

Tony was ready to go at that moment but, after considerable arguing, Ryan was barely able to talk him in to waiting until morning.  The excited man kept his friend up late into the night, reading passages and recipes from the journal.  Given the impossible ravings about fantastic creatures and other worlds, Ryan rapidly came to the conclusion that whoever wrote the entries must have been insane, but Tony was equally quick to point out that the handwriting changed, indicating the book had several previous owners, all of whom told similar tales.  

“Since when are you so interested in the supernatural?” Ryan asked.  “Other worlds?  Come on man, really?”  

“You don’t get it,” he said, fixing his friend with a serious stare.  “Why does anyone get high?  We’re all trying to catch a glimpse of a different world...some people just don’t realize it.”  

Ryan was thrown by the seriousness of the response.  Tony was perpetually laid back and this shift in his attitude should have been a second indication that something else was at work.  “Whatever man,” Ryan sighed.  “If we’re getting up early to head out to fuck knows where, I’m callin’ it.”  

Tony waved his friend off absently, not looking up from the book.  Ryan stripped down and crawled into bed, hearing Tony’s whispering voice reading the strange passages aloud as he drifted off into a fitful sleep.  

His attempt to escape the journal through slumber was futile.  He dreamt of floating naked through an endless void.  Ryan couldn’t see anything other than his own buff, hairy frame, but he somehow knew that gargantuan creatures were all around.  His body vibrated with the deep bass of their deafening calls to one another in a wordless, alien tongue.  He plugged his ears, but nothing could block the relentless torrent of noise.  As the sound literally poured into his bare skin, his mind was assaulted by sights so foreign he could hardly process them.  

Whole cities rose and crumbled, their twisted, terrible inhabitants spreading like a plague before being cleansed by a great flood.  Through it all he began to make out a more familiar sound, though it brought no comfort.  Ryan could hear a pleading voice echoing through the din, alternating between hysterical screams and giddy laughter.  “The book!  The book!” it cried over and over again.  He tried to call out to the man but his voice bled out in the same tongue as the monstrous creatures around him.  He clutched at his throat in terror but nothing could stop the strange language from issuing forth.  

Ryan’s throat felt like it was being dragged across razors as it helplessly struggled to produce the unnatural sounds.  He began thrashing violently and hit the floor of his bedroom with a loud thud, laying tangled in his sheets, afraid to move or make a sound lest he find himself back in that horrible place.  Having heard the thump, Tony stuck his head in the door a few seconds later to see if his friend was all right.  Ryan knew he must have looked a mess, sprawled and panting on the floor in his sweat soaked underwear, but he could see from Tony’s pale, trembling form that his night hadn’t been much better.  Not knowing how to describe what each of them had seen, they lied to each other and said they were fine, neither one of them going back to sleep that night.  

After the auspicious start to their morning, Ryan’s reluctance was only compounded when he saw the “trail.”  To get to their they’d had to drive an hour out of the city through a maze of country roads that became more rugged and decrepit the farther they went.  The weather wasn’t helping the mood, either.  The sky was thick with clouds and there was a persistent fog that refused to dissipate.  Ryan felt a rush of relief when Tony finally pulled the car over, expecting him to say that they were turning around to head home.  Instead, he grinned excitedly and said they’d reached their destination.  

Ryan looked out the window at the impenetrably dense thicket of thorn covered trees and asked Tony if he’d partaken of one of his concoctions before leaving the house that morning.  The tall, thin man just laughed and ushered his friend out of the car, pulling him down the dirt road until they stood in front of a barely visible opening in the trees.  Without a word, he bounded down the trail, his long legs carrying him gracefully over the slippery path while Ryan struggled to catch up, cursing his short stride the whole way.  

For all of their other similarities, the two friends couldn’t have been more different physically.  Tony was 6”4’ and looked like a hairless stick figure wearing a blonde wig, while Ryan, on a good day, could draw his hairy frame up to a whopping 5’7”.  The short man didn’t know if it was from all the herbs his friend used, or just a fluke of genetics, but Tony had a metabolism that wouldn’t stop.  No matter how much he tried or wanted to, he never gained a pound.  His skinny frame gave him a young, boyish appearance that was only augmented by his smooth cheeks and unkempt mop of blonde hair.  

Ryan was nearly his opposite, physically.  The trimmed, raven hair on his scalp and face was complemented by a coating of wiry black fur on the rest of his short, stocky body, and it seemed that the weight Tony couldn’t gain was only too happy to settle on Ryan’s muscular, athletic frame.  He’d played soccer in high school and college, which kept him in lean, toned shape at the time, but since graduating he’d been focused on lifting.   He wasn’t huge, but he had a set of prominent pecs, firm arms, and a tight waist.  What he didn’t have, however, were his friend’s long legs.  His wide thighs and ample rear struggled over the uneven ground as he tried to catch up. 

Due to his slower pace, Ryan was struck by the notion that there was something more than a little sinister about the woods around them.  The trail he struggled down wasn’t a dirt path but the remnants of an old cobblestone road, now overgrown and slick with moss.  It was hard to make out any fine details through the mass of thorny, leafless trees, but he could see the remains of stony, ruined foundations around them through the fog.  On some of the closer structures burn marks and obvious signs of trauma were evident, which only fueled his already red-lined imagination.  He didn’t want to think about the type of person that would want to live on such unwelcoming land when nature itself seemed to shun it.  There wasn’t a single animal or insect sound to be heard and the still, stagnant air told them that even the breeze avoided that forsaken place, leaving the forgotten woodland in an ageless silence.  

He eventually caught up to Tony, finding his smiling friend waiting for him in front of a sheer cliff face.  After the requisite crack about Ryan’s short legs, Tony pointed to an opening in the rock that was partially concealed by a curtain of dangling moss and vines.  Ryan protested, loudly, that his friend’s idea had officially crossed into completely crazy territory.  He pointed out that they had no idea where they were and had nothing to go on but an ancient, hand-drawn map found in an old journal.  Tony just laughed and pulled out a flashlight.  Ryan actually considered leaving his friend there and going back to the car, but by this point he was convinced that Tony was not of sound mind.  No matter how much he wanted to run, he couldn’t let the other man go on alone.    

The inside of the cave was completely dark.  The curtain of moss prevented most of the light from entering behind them, and they trudged slowly through the inky blackness.  As they made their way unsteadily forward, they became aware that the cave wasn’t just devoid of light, it was as if the darkness around them was a living, fluid substance.  Ryan was immediately reminded of his dream from the night before and cursed himself once again for agreeing to this plan. The light from the flashlight was pathetic in comparison to the encompassing dark and failed to penetrate or illuminate at all.  It was barely able to highlight the ground in front of them as the two stumbled on.  

Tony whispered that the cave was actually a tunnel that would open up on the forest again, trying to ease his friend’s fear.  But as Tony whispered, Ryan’s breath caught in his throat.  He’d heard something stir in the darkness.  The sound was faint, only registering because of some prehistoric survival instinct, but he could swear that he’d heard a shuffling, like a large object shifting its weight somewhere in the shadowy distance.  He kept quiet about it, trying to tell himself it was nothing, but he literally pushed Tony forward, ushering his friend along as quickly as he could toward a growing glimmer of light in the distance.  

Ryan’s joy when they finally made it back into the open was as incredible as it was short lived.  Just as he was letting out the breath he’d been holding, he took in the dismal sight before them.  The remains of the cobblestones led off a short distance before disappearing in a murky swamp.  What lay beyond the swamp was shrouded by the ever increasing fog, but he could see that the surface of the putrid water was peppered with what appeared to be tombstones slicing up through the bog.  While he stared dumbfounded, Tony let out a cry of victory and hurried towards the edge of the swamp, leaving his friend alone near the cave entrance.  

Ryan hurried after him, not wanting to be left alone near the accursed cave and whatever lurked inside.  When he found his friend, Tony was bent over a patch of large, yellow mushrooms that were speckled with a deep purple.  He pulled out his knife and began cutting a stalk, the blade struggling against the rubbery flesh.  When it finally penetrated, a viscous purple fluid oozed out of the wound accompanied by a stench more odious than any rotting garbage they’d ever smelled.  When Tony had cut all the way through, the stump continued to pump the foul smelling fluid at a steady pulse.  

While he hacked away at the mushrooms, Tony tasked Ryan with scraping some of the white moss off a nearby tombstone.  Knowing that they wouldn’t leave until Tony had what he’d come for, Ryan reluctantly agreed and scraped some of the strange fungus into the plastic container,   discovering in the process that the rock of the tombstone was unlike anything he’d ever seen.  It had the appearance and texture of coral, but it was spongy and strangely warm.  It was covered in bizarre markings that he assumed must have been some kind of language.  His throat hurt as soon as he had the thought, remembering the foreign sounds that spewed out of his mouth the night before.  

He studied the stone for a little while longer until he was hit with the same instinctual alarm he’d felt in the cave.  A subtle shift was occurring in the environment around them and it was not a welcoming one.  There were ripples in the black water, and a bubbling could be heard growing louder.  Without a word, he grabbed Tony, who had just finished stuffing the mushrooms inside a plastic container, and pulled him towards the cave.  Tony started to protest until they both heard the sound of something large breach the water, followed by a slopping, wet shuffle.  

Neither of them were brave enough to look back as they ran headlong into the cave.  Their fear of the potential monsters in the darkness was greatly outweighed by the very real one squirming and sliding down the trail behind them.  Ryan ran faster than he ever thought possible, his short legs spurred on by fear, keeping up with Kyle’s long stride.  The wet slapping sound kept creeping closer through the fog that was now thick enough to nearly block thier view of the world around them entirely.  They could still make out some of the stone foundations they’d seen on the way in, as well as the outlines of the oddly shaped creatures that somehow now inhabited them.  

Just as the unseen assailant was on top of them they broke from the woods and raced towards the car, diving inside.  Ryan frantically locked all the doors while Tony threw it into gear, but before they could drive off a heavy object slammed into the side, nearly tipping them over.  They both screamed as the car filled with the same noxious smell from the swamp but Tony was coherent enough to slam his foot down on the accelerator, spewing dirt and gravel as the car lunged forward.  

They sped off through the fog, not caring where they went as long as it was away from that horrible place and the hellish things that lived there.  They were both covered in mud and scratches from the tumbles they’d taken during their frantic escape, but Ryan seemed to have borne the brunt of it.  He wanted to scream at Tony, to remind him what a fool he was for nearly getting them killed, but he could see the resolve that lingered in his friend’s eyes.  He knew it would be a waste of my time, so they drove home in silence.  

Once they reached the house the first thing Ryan did was peel out of his soiled clothes and toss them out of the garage.  He didn’t care that Tony would see him naked; the only thing he cared about was leaving the taint of that place outside.  Ryan heard the other man make a joke as he headed for the shower but he didn’t stop to respond.  He cranked the hot water as much as he could and scrubbed until his skin felt raw, only stopping when the water went cold.  When he was finally left shivering under a stream of icy water he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his trim waist, intending to hole himself up in his room for the rest of the night.  

Instead, the second he opened the bathroom door he was slapped in the face by a thick, noxious odor.  He could hear Tony bustling about and when he got to the kitchen he saw his friend was busy fussing over the stove in his boxers.  His face and arms were still muddy, but he’d shed his tattered shirt and dirty jeans, so excited to get to work that he didn’t bother to put anything else on.  

“You’re still going through with this?” Ryan asked, more than a little shocked that after everything they’d experienced his friend was still so eager.  This close to the source of the odor, his head was starting to swim from the fumes.  

“Of course!” Tony said excitedly.  He stirred the boiling pot with one hand and held the book up with another.  A cloud of purple steam began bellowing from the pot, causing Tony to step back.  “And what’s with this ‘you’ stuff?  Don’t think you’re backin’ out on me.  Come here for a sec,” He set the book on the counter and finally turned to face Ryan, eyeing him up and down.  The towel-clad man walked over, but before he could ask what Tony wanted, the tall man grabbed his hand and pricked a finger.  

“Ow!  What the fuck?” Ryan tried to pull his hand away but Tony held it over the pot and squeezed out a few drops of blood.  “What the hell was that?” Ryan yanked his hand away and sucked on the tip of my oozing finger, convinced that his friend had finally done one drug too many.  

“Sorry, it’s part of the of the recipe,” Tony turned back to the stove and continued stirring.  “I did mine while you were in the shower but I knew you wouldn’t do it willingly.”  Tony cranked the flame and the fumes started pouring out thicker than ever.  The room was filled with a pink haze that made Ryan’s head spin.  Tony still looked surprisingly sober as he turned to face the shorter man, and there was a growing hush as they stood looking at one another.  

There was a distinct tension as they both realized how scantily clad the other was; Tony in his baggy boxers, and Ryan with nothing but a thin, low-riding towel wrapped around his waist.  They’d never been the type of guys who lounged around in their underwear with each other, and Ryan expected Tony to make his standard joke, but instead the tall, thin man just smiled and stared.  Ryan followed his eyes as they traveled south and finally felt a twinge of discomfort when Tony’s eyes came to rest on the lump at his crotch.  

“Were you paying attention today?”  Ryan turned his back and stood facing the living room while he spoke.  “That place was…was…” he stuttered, distracted by the reflection in the TV.  He could see that Tony’s eyes remained in the same position, only now they were hungrily fixed on the way the towel bubbled out at his stocky friend’s plump rear.  “Are you high already,” Ryan laughed, turning back around and motioning to his face.  “I’m up here.”  

Tony flashed a sheepish grin and rubbed his face with his hands.  “Sorry dude….these fumes are potent.”  

“If they’re making you look at me like that, they must be,” the shorter man sighed, leaning back against the counter.  He was trying not to let his growing dizziness show while Tony stirred the bubbling liquid and he found himself becoming equally captivated.  He watched his friend’s thin body move, noting the way Tony’s long, lean arms flexed as he stirred, and how the small mounds in the back of the taller man’s boxers bounced slightly.  Memories of the few times he’d accidentally stumbled onto his friend naked in their apartment started running through his head, distracting him to the point where he didn’t even notice Tony filling two shot glasses.  

“See?  It’s not just me.”  Ryan shook his head and blushed, jerking his eyes away upon being caught.  “Whatever man...take it in,” Tony laughed, spreading his arms wide and turning in a circle to let Ryan get a good look at his wiry frame.  

“So now what,” Ryan asked, eager to change the subject.  He nodded towards the steaming shot glasses on the counter.  “We actually drink this?”  

“Yep.  Take a deep breath of the steam, then knock it back.  I, uh, wouldn’t let it linger in your mouth too long.  This probably isn’t going to taste so great.”  

Ryan’s hand shook as he lifted the small glass.  It was warm to the touch, and up close the fumes were even more pungent.  “I just want to go on record one more time as saying this is a bad idea.”  

“Hey man, no one’s forcing you.”  

“Let’s just do this.  Down the hatch?”  Ryan raised his glass towards his friend.  

Tony clinked the glasses together.  “Down the hatch.”  

Ryan held the warm liquid to his nose and closed his eyes, his nostrils burning from the stench.  He could practically feel the fumes working their way up his sinuses and down into his lungs as his furry chest and broad shoulders expanded from the deep inhalation.  He didn’t take the time to ponder whether he felt anything yet before gulping down the vile liquid.  It tasted like rotten fruit mixed with wet earth, warm enough to make him wince but not hot enough to burn.  

The effects were immediate.  The liquid hit his stomach and a tingling warmth exploded all over his body.  He gasped, his eyes going wide from the unexpected intensity and saw Tony grinning at him with an equally empty shot glass in hand.  “Holy shit...this is...whoa….” Ryan stammered.  He took an unsteady step forward, feeling energized and entirely relaxed at the same time.  He let out a drunken giggle as all of the tension melted from his stocky frame.  “This is not what I was expecting,” he said, staring at the backs of his hands.  

“Not bad, right?”  Tony rolled his head on his shoulders and stretched as if he’d just woken up from a long nap.  

Ryan reached up and absently rubbed at his firm pecs.  “Are you all tingly?  I’m all ting…” He broke off into loud gasp as his recently relaxed muscles all tensed at once.  His body went rigid, his cock following suit.  The long, fat organ rocketed to attention, causing the towel to lose it’s precarious hold.  “FFFFFuuuuuuuucccckkk…” he hissed through gritted teeth as an overwhelming wave of sensation washed over him.  Every exposed inch of his skin was suddenly hypersensitive.  Even the slight breeze wafting through the apartment was enough to make him groan.  The small part of himself that was still fully aware was humiliated at the thought of standing naked and hard in front of Tony, but it was all he could do to remain upright.  “What’s...what’s happennnuuuuunnnhhh….” Just the slightest movement of the fingers against his chest was enough to reduce Ryan to whimpers.  He looked down at his throbbing eight inches and back up at Tony only to discover that his vision had taken on the same intensity.  

Every slight detail of his friend’s body stood out in hyper focus.  Ryan could practically count each hair follicle and freckle.  His eyes pored over the other man’s smooth skin like he was seeing him for the first time.  The definition between each of Tony’s lean muscles was like a series of canyons, and the wrinkling cotton of his twitching boxers did nothing to hide the package underneath.  Ryan felt like he was looking at a stranger.  Tony’s neck seemed to extend for miles above his bony shoulders before reaching the strong, cut jawline and the soft, thin lips. 

“Shit, man….you ARE feelin’ it, aren’t you,” Tony laughed while Ryan moaned and gazed at him.  

The naked man squirmed, the sound of Tony’s deep voice bouncing off his bare frame like a physical force.  “Aren’t...aren’t you….” he panted, his other hand reaching up to begin stroking through the trail of hair that ran down the center of his abs.  

Tony looked down at his twitching boxers.  “Sure, but I’ve got a bit higher tolerance than you.”  

Ryan’s eyes followed his friend’s and he let out a quiet groan.  He was still mortified at the thought of feeling up his naked, squirming body in front of Tony, but he couldn’t stop.  His hands felt like they were glued to himself.  He could move them around, he just couldn’t seem to pull them away.  The scruffy young man felt like he was experiencing an orgasm in slow motion and with each passing second Ryan kept expecting his throbbing cock to explode, but only a slight trickle of liquid oozed out.  “Shiiiiiiiiit,” he laughed, his beefy arms flexing as he rubbed his broad shoulders, “this is...kind of embarrassing…” 

The taller man wagged his tented boxer and shrugged.   “Whatever, man.  It’s just us….relax and enjoy it.”  He took a step forward and reached down to give one of Ryan’s plump cheeks a squeeze.  

The raven haired man let out a deep, bellowing moan and clutched Tony’s arm as his vision exploded into stars of pleasure.  “Du...dude!  Come on...don...do…”

“Do it again?”  Tony gave another squeeze and laughed when Ryan went up on his toes.  Before the naked man could stop him, his free hand landed on the prominent, furry mounds of Ryan’s chest, his fingers gliding through the curly hairs to one of the tiny nipples.     

“OOOHHHHHHHHH!”  Ryan sagged under the intensity, his stout legs giving out.  Tony managed to catch him before he hit the floor, but now Ryan was trapped in his friend’s grip, caught in a feedback loop of pleasure.  He writhed against Tony’s firm, smooth body behind him.  He could feel his friend’s solid cock poking against his plump rear as he ground his pillowy cheeks backwards, his stocky body practically vibrating.  There wasn’t room for fear or embarrassment anymore.  The only thing he could focus on was his growing desire. 

What had started as intense physical sensations were quickly turning into a burning lust.  Ryan needed to feel another body against his.  It didn’t matter who it belonged to, he just needed hands that weren’t his own moving across his body.  He heard the short, guttural grunts leaving his mouth as he held one of Tony’s hands against his heaving pecs and guided the other down to his aching club.  He was a restless ball of furry muscle in the other man’s long arms, his animalistic need preventing him from wondering why Tony was so eagerly going along with everything that was happening.  Other than the solid cock digging against his back, his friend didn’t seem nearly as affected as he was.  The lean man still seemed mostly in control.  He wasn’t whining or moaning like himself, and as far as he knew his friend was straight.  

The question was enough to grant Ryan a final, terrifying moment of clarity.  He thought back to how his eyes had been closed when he’d downed the shot, and how he hadn’t actually seen Tony drink his.  The other man’s insistence and strange research started to make sense, and Ryan knew with dawning horror that the drug wasn’t the only experiment happening in their apartment that night.  “Wa...wait...Tony…” he panted.  “Did you...you didn’t drink it, did you?”  

“Didn’t think you’d piece it together so quick,” Tony said, his tongue flitting against Ryan’s shoulder.  

Ryan’s uncontrollable groan of pleasure was tinged with fear.  This wasn’t just a bad trip; something really was happening to him.  “What…?  No!  Why...why’re you…” 

“Shhh...shhh…” Tony said gently, his arms wrapping around Ryan’s waist.  The shorter man hated how wonderful it felt given the recent revelation.  “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.  You know I’d never hurt my little bear.”

Ryan groaned again, his legs sagging a second time.  “What’s...happening to me…” 

“You’re just feeling the effects of the potion,” Tony said with a quick laugh.  “It sounds so weird to say that, right?  Potion.  But that’s what it is.  Dude, believe me, no one was more surprised than me to find out love potions were a thing that really existed.”  

“Wha...what?!”  Ryan wanted to pull away but he was rooted in place.  

“I know it sounds lame, all that fairy tale shit.  Turns out it’s not...exactly....like it is in the movies.  Still, it gets the job done.  You’re going to look a little different when it’s all over, but you won’t mind.”  Ryan hissed when Tony gave one of his cheeks a squeeze.  “It’s already a good look.”  

The shorter man desperately wanted to pull away.  Everything Tony was saying seemed impossible.  He had no idea why his straight friend would want to use a love potion on him of all people, and he didn’t understand what the other man meant by him looking different. 

“Here...take a peek.”  Tony stepped back and pulled Ryan along behind him.  The shorter man’s stomach dropped with the first step.  He thought he’d just been off balance because of the drug, but that clearly wasn’t the case as he felt his thighs rub together where they shouldn’t.  The sensation of his skin gliding against itself was almost enough to bring him to his knees again by the time he reached the mirror.  

The naked man opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come.  All he could do was blink in shock at the sight of his altered reflection.  From the waist up he looked the same.  He had the same broad shoulders, modest pecs, burly arms, and flat abs.  From the waist down, he was a different person.  His thighs had inflated into a set of meaty quads, causing his already large ass to bloom further.  What had been a prominent bubble was now a set of massive, shelf-like globes that seemed oversized on his short frame.  His formerly proportional, athletic build now looked bottom heavy, the built, toned torso sitting on the thick, meaty legs of a rugby player.  And jutting out from between those widened, hairy thighs was a cock that had grown in time with the rest, lengthening to nearly ten inches and putting on additional girth.  

“That’s the thing about love potions,” Tony sighed.  “It’s not just about you falling in love with me, it’s also about me enhancing the things I love about you.”  He bounced one of Ryan’s hairy globes, laughing as his friend’s eyes went wide.  “I’ve always loved these cakes of yours.  And this…” Tony moaned, his hand just barely brushing Ryan’s enlarged member.  “I’ve wanted to get my hands on this monster for so long.  All these years trying not stare...trying not let on how I felt...it’ll be nice not to hide.”

Ryan felt himself slipping.  He was stunned by what he was hearing, but more than anything he felt a growing desire to comfort his friend.  The note of sadness in Tony’s voice was devastating, and even in the midst of his horror, even knowing that it was an emotion being forced on him, he wanted to fix it.  

Tony shook his head and forced a smile.  “Enough of that...it’s all a moot point now, anyway, right?”  

Ryan felt himself nodding eagerly.  Even as he wanted to fight, he was happily giving in. He pressed his growing lower half back against Tony’s boxers, his friend’s tent feeling small against the expanding cheeks.  Tony’s breath was hot on his neck again, the slightest sensation still nearly overwhelming Ryan’s addled system.  He felt Tony’s hands slide down his stomach and heard himself scream ecstatically when they wrapped around his rigid pole.  Then he saw stars, and the world went dark.  

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“Fuck...I’m...so...glad...you...opened...my...eyes…” Ryan whimpered, each word punctuated by a period of mashing his mouth against Tony’s.  He was straddling his friend’s lap on his knees, popping his hips to twerk his rotund bottom up and down on the other man’s thin cock.  His own massive tool was wedged between them and he let out quick little yelps as Tony stroked the thick club.  

“I’m glad...you’re glad…” Tony grunted, returning each of the passionate, almost desperate kisses.  

“I can’t believe there was a time we didnnnuuu….didn’t...do this…” Ryan hissed, altering his tempo.  In the two months that had passed since Tony tricked him into drinking the potion, he’d become a pro with his oversized rear.  

He still remembered everything that happened.  He remembered his life before, and he remembered the events of that night in perfect detail.  Ryan knew that up until recently he’d been a straight man and that his friend had altered his mind and body against his will, he just didn’t care.  In fact, he was grateful.  He remembered being scared while it was happening, but by the next morning that seemed foolish.  Everything made sense now, he just hadn’t been able to see it before.  For Tony, he’d do anything.  

He believed down to the very core of his being that Tony knew what was best and had done this for his own good.  His friend truly loved him like no one else could, and had for a long, long time.  Ryan kicked himself for not seeing it sooner and felt a lingering guilt over putting his friend through that kind of pain.  He viewed his oversized bottom as an appropriate penance for watching Tony suffer and not realizing it.  He might be embarrassed by his disproportionate new body but the lean, wiry man loved it, which meant he wouldn’t complain.  Ryan’s still-modest nature hated how the heavy globes seemed to always be in a state of motion, and how there was absolutely no hiding them.  He had to have his pants custom tailored to fit his widened thighs and the jutting shelf of flesh at his lower back, and even then they left nothing to the imagination.  The lines of the tiny briefs that Tony made him wear always stood out against the straining fabric, and his long, thick cock was constantly visible snaking down a leg.  Ryan was perpetually self conscious by the way people stared, but for Tony he’d do anything.  

At home it didn’t matter.  As soon as he was through the door the clothes came off.  Even when their friends came over he never wore much more than a pair of small, plastered on gym shorts, and even those didn’t usually last the night.  Most of their old friends had stopped coming around, but the new guys Tony brought by the apartment were all too happy with Ryan’s wardrobe choices.  

The hairy stud felt a swell of pride at how much Tony loved to show him off.  Whether they were going to a club or the gym or just on a grocery run, Tony made sure Ryan was always more exposed than covered.  The buff, stocky man was paraded around like a trophy, and he found himself hanging off Tony whenever they were out together.  Being out of his friend’s presence was almost painful now.  He could barely tolerate it for work, and anything more than that was out of the question.  If it meant he was made to strut around in a tiny tank-top and small little shorts that fit his thick, hairy legs like briefs, then so be it.

Ryan always wished Tony would join him with their outfits, but the thin man always stayed disappointingly covered.  Ryan was biased, but the sight of Tony’s lean, lanky body was the most gorgeous thing he could imagine.  Every second not spent worshipping such a beautiful creature was a second wasted.  When he buried his stubbled face between Tony’s toned thighs and swallowed his friend’s thin rod, it felt like reverence.  When Tony would return the favor, Ryan would be brought to tears of gratitude watching the other man work his thick, unwieldy club.  And when, like now, he took Tony’s blissful rod inside himself, it was all he could do to keep from howling like an ecstatic beast.  As it was, he moaned and whimpered constantly, desperately, expertly working his friend to the edge and back over and over, not wanting things to end.  There was still a part of him that said he shouldn’t be bouncing up and down on another man’s dick, but he ignored it.  For Tony he’d do anything.  

“Ffuuuuck...dude...I’m gonna…” 

“No!  Not so soon,” Ryan begged at Tony’s pained expression.  He squeezed with his dexterous backside, grinding his mammoth cock against his friend’s tight stomach.  

“I’ll...tell you what...when we’re done...I’ve got another….potion for you,” he gasped.  “I’m curious if we can make these even bigger.”  Tony laughed and clutched Ryan’s hairy globes, planting another kiss and trying to hold back. 

Despite passionately returning the kiss, Ryan didn’t like the sound of that.  He could barely handle his inflated rear as it was.  Any larger and it would start to look surgically altered, not to mention become truly impossible to contain.  His stomach dropped as he pictured himself with a set of hairy, clapping watermelons strapped to his back.  On his short frame they’d be freakishly oversized, and that wasn’t even factoring in any other growth to his enlarged hose.  “I...I can’t wait…” he purred, shoving his tongue in the other man’s mouth just as he erupted inside him.  

For Tony, he’d do anything.