Becoming, ch. 2 (Patreon)

Matt nestled his head against Tim’s solid chest, his eyes still closed.  He’d been awake for awhile, relaxing under the sensation of his roommate’s solid, heavy arm draped over him.  He’d been confused at first.  Waking up with another man’s bare, rigid cock pressed against his own was an experience he’d never anticipated having, let alone enjoying.  

Then the memories returned.  Squirming against Tim, he could still feel all the unwanted hair he’d discovered in the middle of the night.  The thought of the creeping fur turned his heart into a jackhammer, with a pace that quickened as he remembered what happened after.  Tim’s mouth on his enlarged organ had been so intense that the recollection alone nearly made him cum.  As surprised by Tim’s actions as he’d been, Matt was even more surprised by his own.  For some reason, he’d been just as eager to get the other man in his mouth.  

It didn’t make sense.  Matt knew he was straight, without question.  He’d spent plenty of time in locker rooms averting his eyes over the years, giving him plenty of opportunities should he be interested in sneaking a peak, but he’d never even remotely thought of another guy in a sexual manner.  Now, somehow, pulling away from Tim was the last thing he wanted.  His friend’s warm, slow breath was hot on his neck as he clenched his eyes shut, not wanting to face the reality of what was making him feel so good.  

“Mmm...whu…” Tim finally began to stir, instinctively pulling Matt in close.  “Oh…’sup man,” he grinned sleepily, his eyes struggling open.  “What’re you doin’ in my…” he trailed off, his grin turning into a full, satisfied smile.  “Fuck...so that really happened, huh?”  

“I, uh, guess so,” Matt stammered, blushing at the sound of the deepened, rumbling voice that had replaced his smooth tenor.  Instead of pulling away, Tim dropped his head down so their foreheads were touching.  

“Never thought I’d wake up like this,” he laughed, his lips nearly brushing against Matt’s.  It took all of the hairy man’s self control not to press them together as Tim squirmed in his grip, his solid cock grinding against Matt’s furry stomach.  “You’re a really good cuddler.”  

“Fuck you,” Matt laughed, finally pulling his head away and rolling over onto his back.  He regretted the motion as soon as his solid pole tented up the thin sheet.  Worse, as he looked down, he could see that what had been a mere dusting of hair had continued to grow in the intervening hours.  It was blossoming into a substantial layer across his toned pecs and ran thick and full down his firm abs before disappearing under the sheet.  

Tim yawned and followed Matt’s eyes downwards.  He reached over and ran his fingers through the curly hair on his friend’s chest.  “Looks like this kept growing,” he said, a crooked smile spreading across his face at the look of conflict in Matt’s eyes.  “Ooof, looks like that did too.” He flung the sheet aside before Matt could respond, exposing the rest of the furry path that led down to the thick, pulsing cock.  Matt let out a loud gasp when Tim reached over to grab it, giving it a few gentle tugs.  “Hmm,” he mumbled, pondering as he tugged, “...yeah man....this definitely feels bigger…” 

Matt hissed and clutched at the sheets, overwhelmed by the intensity of Tim’s rough palm tugging on the hypersensitive rod.  “It….does…?” he whimpered.  “How is...that...possibbbuuuunnnnggg!”  He arched up off the bed without warning, erupting like a geyser after only a few pulls from his friend.  

“Whoa!  Look out!” Tim laughed as the sticky fluid spattered back down onto both of them.  Matt winced at the way it clung to the unwanted hair on his chest and stomach, surprised by the sheer volume he’d sprayed.  Looking down at Tim’s large hand around the softening organ he knew the other man was right; it DID look bigger than it had the night before.  

“Sorry,” Matt blushed, looking at the puddles of his cum glistening on Tim’s comparatively smooth torso.  

“No worries,” Tim shrugged, laying flat and folding his sculpted arms behind his head.  His own rigid cock stood straight up, begging for attention.  “You just gonna leave me hangin’” he asked after a few moments of Matt’s staring.  

“Oh! Uh...no…” Matt said, his face turning a deeper shade of red.  He didn’t know what he was more embarrassed by, the thought of blowing a guy in the full light of day, or the fact that Tim had just caught him hungrily eyeing his naked body.  

“Damn...I’m gettin’ the full treatment?”  Tim sighed and half-closed his eyes as Matt rolled over and swallowed his aching cock.  Like the first time, the hairy man was taken aback by both how much he enjoyed having Tim’s long, thick rod against his tongue, and how good he was at this.  In a matter of minutes he had Tim panting and groaning, the lustful sounds floating like music to his ears.  “Fuuuuck...all that stuff on your face is fuckin’...mmmmm….” Tim sighed and squirmed on the bed as Matt’s roughly stubbled cheeks tickled the insides of his sturdy thighs and heavy balls.  Matt didn’t know if he should feel proud or embarrassed by the fact that his increasingly hairy body was apparently making him better in bed.  Regardless, when his friend sprayed shortly after, he sucked it all down eagerly, not wasting a drop.  

Frustratingly, in the short time it took to get Tim off, Matt was ready to go again.  His inflated, nearly ten inch cock was persistently hard, refusing to soften in the slightest.  “Damnit…this thing is not cooperating,” he sighed, pressing his head back against the pillow.  

“I’d love to help, but then you’d owe me one and then you’d just need another one and then we’d never get outta here,” Tim laughed.  “Just pump one out real quick and let’s go clean up.”  

“I…fine, I guess...” Matt felt an embarrassed thrill run through him as, under Tim’s watchful gaze, his hand wrapped around the girthy rod.  After everything they’d just done to each other it shouldn’t have mattered, but the thought of jerking himself off in front of another person was equal parts humiliating and arousing to the modest Matt.  Each stroke felt like hours as the pressure built.  His bassy whimpers rang in his ears like shouts, and he felt himself flush from head to toe when he saw how Tim’s bright eyes blazed with hunger.  The humiliation he felt when he thought about how he must look with his fuzzy torso only grew when the hand kneading his chest slid upwards and discovered a growing patch of hair on his shoulder.  Not only was it spreading across his front, it was starting to arc up and over to his back.  The thought filled him with a desperate fear, but once he locked gazes with Tim he couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to.  

“Shit!  Hold on!  I wanna get out of the way this time!” Tim suddenly laughed, breaking their staring contest as he scampered to the end of the bed.  

Matt’s vision that had been glued to the other man’s handsome face dropped to Tim’s round, bouncing cheeks as he hopped up from the bed, a sight that finally pushed him over.  “uuuooooooOOHHHH!” The walls of the dorm vibrated from his loud moan, causing Matt to go crimson as the salty rain fell on him for a second time.  

“There we go!” Tim clapped, beaming down at Matt while the other man caught his breath.  

“What the fuck is happening…” Matt muttered, wincing as he felt the sticky fluid run down his chest.  He wiped at it absently but only succeeded in matting down the dense patch of fur.  The hair seemed to be growing in waves, pulsing outwards from his chest.  More and more of his toned pecs were obscured beneath the curly forest as the growth inexorably spread.  The already hairy patches were growing more so, with stray hairs starting to pop up everywhere else.  He knew it would only be a matter of time.  

His focus was so caught up on examining the creeping follicles that he was stumbling along behind Tim towards the showers, towel around his waist, before he realized how would look to anyone they passed.  His stomach dropped at the thought.  Not only was he increasingly covered in hair; he was covered in cum.  

Despite Matt’s confusion and growing fear, Tim seemed his normal self.  The athletic man strutted around naked as always and casually chatted as if this was just a regular morning.  When they ran into Rob, one of their dorm mates, in the showers, Tim didn’t bat an eye even though Matt wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.  

“Whoa!  Lookin’ rugged, dude,” the lean brunette said, nodding approvingly as he looked Matt’s fuzzy torso up and down.  “Finally decide to quit shaving it all down?”  

Matt was pinned in place by Rob’s probing eyes, feeling exposed and freakish despite still looking normal by any standard.  In his head, Matt was already seeing the forest that was to come, not the average, if somewhat thick, fur that he’d sprouted.   “Some...something like that,” he stammered, drowning under a self conscious wave as he jealously looked at his two friends’ relatively smooth bodies compared to his own.   

“Good for you, man,” Rob said, clapping him on a wiry-haired shoulder.  “Plenty of girls go for that manly vibe.”  

“Guys too,” Tim chimed in, stepping into one of the shower stalls.  

Matt’s face went crimson, but Rob just laughed, his eyes landing on the matted, sticky patch on Matt’s chest.  “Hey, whatever works,” their friend said, giving Matt one last look before leaving them alone in the showers.  Matt silently scrubbed himself clean, unable to focus on anything other than how foreign the water felt streaming through the new hair on his chest.  He couldn’t stop thinking back to his younger days when he had to give the family german shepherd a bath.    

Fortunately for Matt, it was early enough that they didn’t run into anyone else before finishing up.  Once he’d toweled himself off he stared at his stubble-covered face in a steamy mirror, barely recognizing himself.  Overnight, the scrubby hair on his cheeks had grown so thick that it could pass for a trimmed beard on some guys.  Matt didn’t bother to shave it.  For the men in his family it wasn’t a “five o’clock shadow” as much as a “noon o’clock shadow.”  His brothers and uncles all had beards for a reason.  “So you’re going to call Nancy?” he asked when they made it back to the room.  

“Already sent her a text...she’s probably still sleeping,” Tim said, dropping his towel and flopping naked onto his bed.  “You don’t wanna be the one to wake her.”  

Matt took a deep breath and forced himself to look away.  “Dude...can you put something on?”  

Tim looked down at his naked frame, his long cock draped over a toned thigh.  “Really?  After all that you’re still uptight?”  

Matt shook his head, hesitating.  “No...it’s just...really distracting,” he finally said, letting his own towel drop to reveal his semi-hard monster.  

“Ooohhhhh really,” Tim beamed, hopping up from the bed and instantly making Matt regret his choice of words.  “Hey man, drink it in,” he said proudly, flexing a sculpted arm and popping his tight abs.  “Maybe a little of this, too?”  The buff blonde turned and gave his large, round cheeks a shake, grinning from ear to ear when he turned back and saw Matt’s cock was once again at the ready.  

“You are such a dick,” Matt groaned, rubbing his face to block the view.  He’d nearly blown just watching Tim flex his ample muscles.  “Especially since whatever the fuck’s happening is all your fault.”  

“Me?  Hey man, I didn’t force you to go to Nancy.”  

Matt dropped his hands, the sight of Tim’s naked, waiting body sending butterflies through his stomach.  “It was still your idea!  If I knew this,” he spat, taking handfuls of the dense hair on his chest, “would happen I never would’ve listened to you!  This is exactly what I was trying to avoid!  I’m...why are you looking at me like that?”

Tim’s arms were folded across his prominent pecs, a bashful grin on his face as he watched Matt’s tirade.  “You’re pretty hot when you’re all commanding and yelling with that deep new voice of yours.”  

It was enough to take the wind out of Matt’s sails.  His shoulders slumped and he just shook his head as he turned to get dressed.  “Not giving you the satisfaction of watching me jerk off again,” he grumbled.  

“Oh, don’t pout,” Tim laughed, finally doing the same.  It was all Matt could do to keep from turning and watching, though he’d seen it enough that he knew he didn’t need to.  Sliding his own boxer briefs up his hairy legs, he imagined they were Tim’s.  He pictured his friend’s tiny briefs slowly sliding up past his rocky calves and stretching around his powerful thighs, before settling perfectly into place around his heavy bulge.  

Only they weren’t settling perfectly into place.  Matt was jarred out of his vision as his boxer briefs stretched almost to the breaking point around thighs that were significantly larger than they should be.  “Ti...Tim...Tim!” he stuttered.  

“What?  What’s wroooohhh!”  The handsome blonde’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of Matt in his straining underwear.  With all the hair and their strange behavior, neither of them noticed that the furry man’s cock wasn’t the only thing to have grown.  “Dude!  You’re...bigger!”  

“I know!  What the fuck?!”  Matt turned in a panicked circle, pawing at his widened lower half.  His toned legs had become thick and meaty, filling his small underwear to the breaking point.  His rigid monster snaked off to the side, constantly threatening to escape, and Matt was horrified to discover a pair of plump, hairy cheeks hanging exposed above the waistband in back. 

Furthering his terror, as he stared at his reflection Matt started to notice that his lean upper body didn’t look as small as it should compared to his oversized legs.  He went pale and started running horrified hands through the carpet of fur on his stomach, finding a distinct lack of definition on the solid flesh.  

“Where the fuck are my abs?!”  He frantically poked at his flexing stomach, and while it was still firm, the washboard was gone.  

“Hey, hey, easy dude,” Tim said gently, putting a hand on top of Matt’s against his friend’s stomach.  “Freaking out isn’t gonna fix any of this, okay?  You’re still solid.”  He gave Matt’s firm abdomen a slap to prove his point.  “Let’s get dressed and go over to Nancy’s, okay?”  

Matt swallowed hard and nodded.  Looking at Tim’s chiseled, brief-clad frame he was already starting to feel heavy and swollen by comparison.  He’d always been as cut as his friend, and even this subtle difference was jarring.  It didn’t matter that he was still solid.  Matt knew the men in his family were thick and beefy with muscle, but his sculpted blonde roommate had the kind of body Matt wanted, not his thick brothers and uncles.  

“Oh god…” Matt whimpered as he pulled his fitted chino shorts on.  The skinny legged garment that would have fit his lean frame perfectly was plastered on like a second skin.  The growing horror was enough to finally send his overly eager cock to sleep, but the tight shorts left nothing to the imagination as his thick monster was outlined down the leg.  “Oh god!” 

Putting a top on was worse.  As soon as Matt’s head emerged and he saw his reflection in the thin cotton t-shirt, he wanted to gag.  Tufts of hair escaped through the opening at his neck, and if the growth on his shoulders kept up, it wouldn’t be long before it billowed out along his biceps.  While the small shirt wasn’t as tight as the shorts, it was still smaller than it should have been, confirming his fears.  He was growing all over.  

And if that wasn’t bad enough, the sensation of his recently acquired carpet rubbing against the clothing was inescapable.  The slightest movement caused him to be painfully aware of how odd it felt to have the cotton rest on a dense layer of hair as opposed to directly on the skin of his chest and stomach.  Once it finally crested his shoulders and waterfalled down his back, it would be like wearing an undershirt he couldn’t take off.  It sent constant, jolting tingles running through him, like someone’s fingers dancing across his skin, and he started to dread the moment when the demanding monster between his legs would wake up.  Turning to see Tim’s athletic frame in a pair of mesh gym shorts and baggy tank-top, he knew that moment would be soon.  

Tim couldn’t mask his stunned tone.  Seeing Matt’s increasingly brawny body spill out of clothing that should have been a perfect fit was jarring.  “Come on...let’s get to Nancy’s.  Quick.” 

They retraced their steps from the day before, moving at a slower pace as Matt struggled with his changing size.  His thickened legs and protruding rear threw his balance off.  He tripped over his own feet and had to concentrate fully on staying upright most of the way.  The good news was that it kept him from thinking about everyone they passed, and how many people were seeing his altered body.  He kept telling himself that only he knew anything was out of the ordinary.  As far as most of them were concerned, this was just how he was.  He didn’t know what would happen when they ran into someone he knew.  

By the short time later when they got to Nancy’s apartment, Matt’s clothing had officially become too small.  His shirt started riding up, leaving his hairy stomach and lower back exposed, and his shorts were growing painfully tight.  They bit into his expanding waist and squished his enlarged package, and Matt had to make slow, limited movements to keep them from exploding off him.  

A quiet voice interrupted their frantic pounding on the door.  “You two looking for Nancy?”  A mousy looking redhead stuck her head out a few doors down across the hall.  “I’m watching her cat...she’s out of town for a while.  You want me to take a message?”  

The two stopped knocking and sullenly shook their heads.  The neighbor just shrugged and closed her door, leaving them in stunned silence in the empty hall.  

“What now,” Matt asked, his deep voice trembling.  

Tim let out a long breath.  “I honestly have no idea.  No sense staying here though.”  

The moment Matt had been dreading arrived when Tim turned to leave.  His eyes dropped to the firm bubble shifting in the blonde man’s shorts, and the way the back of Tim’s tank-top bunched on top of the prominent globes.  There was nothing he could do.  His cock rocketed to life, leaving him looking like he’d shoved a cucumber in front of his too-small shorts.  “Damnit,” he cried, his embarrassment merging with his fear and frustration.  

Tim paused just as they made it outside.  “What’s the matt...oh...uh...yikes,” he whistled, running a hand through his short blonde hair as he stared at Matt’s rigid problem.  “No hiding that thing, is there?”  

“This isn’t funny!” Matt barked, darting around the corner of the building.  He instinctively bent down to cover himself and heard a loud rip that was followed by the sensation of warm air on bare cheeks.  “Fuck!”  

Tim barely managed to bite back on his laughter as he watched Matt’s beefy rear spill out through the large tear in his shorts.  Coupled with the ill-fitting shirt and solid lump in front, his uptight friend was quite a sight.  “Come on,” he said gruffly, grabbing Matt by a thickening arm and leading them off into the patch of woods that butted up against the back of the apartments.  

“Hey!  Where are we going?”  Matt struggled out of habit before relaxing and letting Tim take the lead.  He was more focused on the feeling of his hairy ass bouncing in the open air.  His friend appeared to know where he was going, leading them into a deep, dense cluster of trees.  

“That’s better,” Tim sighed when they reached a small clearing that was obscured from view.  “Nancy and I fooled around back here….figured it was a good spot to get our bearings,” he said, giving one of Matt’s escaping cheeks a slap.  

“I don’t...I can’t handle this, man…” Matt stammered.  He squirmed against his confining clothes, his body feeling heavy and cumbersome.  “We shouldn’t have messed with it. Whatever she did...we shouldn’t have messed with it.”  He stared down past his shaking hands to the small lump beginning to push out from beneath the front of his shirt.  He knew what it meant.  The men in his family all had beachball muscle guts, not flat, ripped abs.  

“One thing at a time, big guy.  Alright?”  Tim put a hand on Matt’s shoulder and lifted his friend’s face to look at him with the other.  “You were right...I got you into this, I’m not gonna leave you hanging.”  Tim leaned in before Matt could respond, pressing their lips together in a long, deep kiss.  “First things first we’ve gotta get you back home.”  

Matt was too busy reeling from the kiss to do anything other than stand in place while Tim dropped to his knees and fished his monster pole free.  The thought that he was getting blown by a guy in the woods should have been a disturbing one, but watching Tim’s blonde head bob back and forth on his slick rod, there was only room for his growing affection.  His hands drifted down to stroke through his friend’s soft, golden scalp while Tim clutched at his inflated backside, a growing warmth spreading through him.  As he sprayed into the other man’s mouth, his feelings towards Tim started a slow twist from mere friendship into something else altogether.  This was more than just getting off.  The fluttering in his stomach was usually reserved for sitting across from a gorgeous woman, not staring down at his friend’s broad shoulders.  

“Don’t worry, you can pay me back later,” Tim grinned, stuffing Matt back in his shorts and wiping the trail of cum that dribbled down his chin.  “That should last you until we get home, and this,” he said, peeling out of his tank-top, “can go back here.”  He shoved it in the back of Matt’s shorts so that it hung down and covered the gaping hole, but they both knew that it was only a matter of time before the shorts and the rest of his underwear gave out entirely.  “Think you can manage?”  

Matt nodded as Tim took him by the hand and led them back the way they’d came.  For the first time, he felt something other than dread about what was to come.