Sunnydale Dreaming, pt. 1 (Patreon)

Paul didn’t look away from the TV as he raised his middle finger back over his head towards his roommate, Josh.  He was in the middle of binging Buffy the Vampire Slayer, his favorite show, yet again.  Paul had lost count of how many times he’d watched the entire series over the years, something his roommates never got tired of pointing out.  After it became clear they were all on very different wavelengths he’d finally given up on trying to get them to watch.  They couldn’t see what he liked in it anymore than he could understand their obsession with sports.  

It certainly didn’t hurt that Paul had a massive crush on one of the male leads, Xander.  It was love at first sight.  The second he saw the handsome, goofy man’s big arms and awkward attitude, he was smitten.  Though the actor that played him had grown older over the years, in Paul’s head Xander was still the same, loveable young man he watched on screen.  

Josh kicked off his shoes and dropped his gym bag by the door on his way to grab a protein shake from the fridge.  “I’m just sayin’ man, how many times can you watch the same show over and over?”  

Paul finally looked over his shoulder as Josh came back into the room in his sweaty muscle shirt and fitted gym shorts.  “Asks the guy who watches old football games when he already knows who’s going to win them.”  

“Hey now, sports are different,” Josh said defensively, flashing the charming smile that always seemed to win over the ladies.  Of course, his friend’s tight, ripped little body and perfect features didn’t hurt either.  There wasn’t an excess ounce of fat anywhere on Josh’s lean, well-built frame, and he had cheekbones that could cut glass.  The only thing that could remotely be seen as a detriment was his relatively short, 5’8” stature, but his smooth, confident attitude more than made up for it.  While Paul was content to sit at home playing video games and watching TV, Josh was constantly on the prowl.  While the blonde stud had lost count of how many times Paul binged through Buffy, Paul had lost count of how many different girls he’d seen leaving Josh’s bedroom.  

Paul couldn’t deny that Josh had his charms, but he was far from his type.  He liked his guys with a little more meat on their bones, and a little less full of themselves.  “I’m just sayin’...it’s a classic for a reason.”  

Josh flopped down at the other end of the couch, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and resting a toned arm on the back.  “I’ll make you a deal since I don’t have a date tonight.  I’ll watch an episode of this, but you have to watch an entire football game in return.”  

“Oh, come on!  That’s entirely unfair.  This is like forty five minutes...a football game’s like six hours.”  

“Take it or leave it,” Josh said, planting his feet on the floor and scooting forward to get up.  

“Fine, fine,” Paul sighed. “If that’s what it takes.”  

“I’m not making any promises that I’ll like it,” Josh said, settling back while Paul pulled up an early episode.  “Am I going to need to know what’s going on?”  

“You’ll figure it out quick enough.”  Paul was trying to play it cool and not to let his excitement show.  “I wonder if we could get Scott in on this?”  

“Good luck,” Josh laughed.  “I don’t think the big boy scout’s ever even watched a horror movie.”  

“Solid point,” Paul agreed.  In the years they’d lived together, he’d only ever seen their beefy friend watch sports or cartoons.  It was mildly alarming how well mannered the big man was.  He didn’t drink, didn’t swear, and was generally a big teddy bear.  He was non-aggressive to the point where both Paul and Josh had a hard time picturing their friend actually playing football like he used to.  Of his two friends, Scott had the thick, muscular frame and dark brown hair that Paul liked, but where Josh was smug, the big man’s saccharine attitude was too much to handle sometimes.  

Paul started up the episode, watching Josh’s reaction out of the corner of his eye.  After a few pestering questions about what was going on at first, his friend seemed to get into the show.  Josh was one of those people who normally had a running commentary, but the blonde man was uncharacteristically quiet.  At first Paul thought he might have fallen asleep, but when he looked over he saw that Josh’s eyes were open and fixed on the screen.  He’d expected his friend to be messing around on his phone the whole time, not paying rapt attention.  

“You’re liking it that much, huh?”  Paul finally broke the silence about halfway through the episode.  “Yo!  Josh!”  He reached over and gave the other man a shove when he didn’t respond.  

“Whoa, sorry,” Josh laughed, shaking his head.  “Kinda spaced out there…” 

Paul cocked his head, watching Josh scratch at his sculpted pecs and squirm on the couch.  “You okay?  You got weirdly quiet.”  

“I dunno man, I feel kinda funny.”  

“Overdo it at the gym?  You want me to get you some water or something?”  

“No, I think I’m okaaaagh!”  Josh suddenly doubled over on the couch, clutching his stomach.  

“Shit!”  Paul jumped up and hurried over to his friend, phone at the ready to call for help.  “Are you alright?  What’s happening?”  

“I don’t...I don’t know…” Josh hissed, leaning back against the couch.  “It feels like everything’s cramping…” 

“Should I call some...one…” Paul trailed off as he stared down at his groaning friend, trying to convince himself he hadn’t actually seen what he thought he had.  A ripple had run over Josh’s smooth skin, like a stone breaking the surface of a pond.  He blinked and rubbed his eyes, the sight making his vision blur.  When he opened them, it was worse.  

Josh was sitting, wide eyed, arms at his side, while his body changed.  The blonde man let out quick, quiet gasps, his ripped frame steadily inflating.  Josh’s bare feet elongated and grew wide, his calves thickening above his ankles.  The growth spread up to his toned thighs that quickly expanded to fill his small shorts to capacity.  The straining fabric grew at the waist as Josh’s washboard stomach lost its definition and his hips pushed outwards.  The thickening of his torso continued up to his chest and down over his shoulders, his arms doubling to a strangely familiar size.  

Even as Paul had the thought, Josh’s changing face confirmed the impossible.  His pointed jaw became lantern-like and his brow pushed upwards beneath his darkening hair, his button nose growing long and prominent.  In a matter of seconds, Paul watched his friend turn from a ripped, short blonde into a carbon copy of his crush from the show.  

“What the...what...just happened,” Josh panted in Xander’s voice.  He stared at his larger hands and down at his altered body in shock.  

“Are you...okay?” Paul asked, not knowing what else to say.  

Josh blinked in stunned silence for a moment.  “No!  I am officially NOT okay!  Look at me!”  He hopped up off the couch, swaying on longer legs that let him look Paul directly in the eyes.  “Am I taller?  How am I taller?!”  He pawed at his thickened frame in a panic, desperately stripping out of his muscle shirt to get a better view.  “Whaaa…!”  Josh was still solidly built, but his shredded definition was gone.  His eight-pack was a four-pack, and he looked like he was on the road to a build like Scott’s.  Still panicking, he pulled open the front of the straining shorts, letting out a loud gasp.  “Jesus!  Okay...that’s...that’s bigger…”

Only the shock of what was happening let Paul resist the urge to look.  “You...you’re...him!”  He pointed over at the TV, his voice giving out.  

“What do you mean I’m…” Josh picked up his phone and turned the camera on to face himself, seeing the image of the man on TV looking back at him.  “AAAAHHH!”  He let it drop and grabbed Paul roughly by the shoulders.  “Did you do this?!  Is this your fault?!”  

“No!  How would I even...I don’t know what’s happening any more than you do!  I swear!”  Finding himself face-to-face with his shirtless fantasy, Paul was starting to wonder if this was all a dream.  

“I’m just sayin’...it’s pretty damn convenient you talk me into watching this show and I...I…” Josh trailed off, unable to say the words.  He realized his hands were still on Paul’s shoulders and that he had no desire to move them.  In fact, the longer he looked at his friend, the more his panic started to subside.  

“Seriously, I promise, I had nothing to do with this.  I’m just as freaked out as you are!  How is this even possible?”  Paul couldn’t resist.  He reached a tentative hand out to rest on Josh’s beefier chest.  

Josh shivered at the touch, a flutter running through his stomach.  He’d never paid much attention to Paul’s appearance before other than to tell him to workout more, so he’d never noticed how attractive his friend really was.  Looking at him now, he could see a solid build lurking under Paul’s t-shirt and shorts, and he was surprised to find himself use the word “cute” when staring at the other man’s shocked face.  He let out a nervous laugh and felt himself blush, a reaction he didn’t usually have when this close and shirtless to someone.  

“You even sound like him,” Paul said quietly, running his hand up along Josh’s altered jawline.  

Josh’s nervous laughter grew louder as he squirmed under Paul’s touch.  “I, uh, don’t wanna make things weird, but I don’t think we have much of a choice,” he laughed, his face going an even deeper shade of red.  

“What’re you...oh!”  Paul followed Josh’s eyes down to the huge tent in his tight shorts.  “Umm…” 

“Sorry!  I’m not usually...jeez...this is...whoooo…” Josh couldn’t stop stammering and laughing nervously.  He’d never felt so flustered in his life, especially when it came to making a move on someone.  He was suddenly desperate for Paul, but his fumbling brain was acting like this was his first time.  

Paul was even more convinced he was dreaming.  “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Yep!  Sure am,” Josh nodded quickly.  

“Shouldn’t we be more focused on…” 

“I’d say I’m pretty focused at the moment,” Josh interrupted.  He finally screwed up enough courage to pull Paul towards him, pressing their lips together in a rough kiss.  

Paul went tense in Josh’s beefy embrace, overwhelmed by everything that was happening.  As impossible as it was, this was his fantasy come to life.  He was wrapped in Xander’s arms, not Josh’s.  It was Xander’s nervous voice he heard, not his friend’s smooth, confident approach.  Unsure what else to do, he relaxed and gave in, his hands hungrily exploring Xander’s broad, strong back while their tongues roamed into each other’s mouths.  

“Should we...do this somewhere else,” Xander asked sheepishly when he finally broke off the kiss.  

Paul nodded wordlessly and pulled the other man along behind him to his room, locking the door once they were inside.  He couldn’t even think about trying to explain this to Scott at the moment.  The only thing he wanted to focus on was the dark haired stud in front of him.  

“This is still so weirrrmmmphh!”  Paul cut the other man off with another kiss, sending them both tumbling to the bed.  He straddled Xander on all fours, running his mouth down every inch of his friend’s altered body.  “Okay...that’s...that’s good...this is nice...ooohhhkay…” he mumbled between quick gasps when Paul licked his way around his firm nipples.  

Paul throbbed with each nervous stammer.  When he paused to peel his shirt off, the blushing, lustful look on Xander’s awkward face nearly made him cum on its own.  The other man squirmed bashfully as Paul stared at him and ran his hands down the trail of hair towards the straining shorts.  “Want to lose these?”  

“Yes please!” Xander whimpered, clutching at Paul’s sturdy thighs.  

Paul hooked his fingers in the stretched elastic and slowly pulled them down, savoring each revealed inch.  He’d never seen a naked picture of his fantasy crush before, but the rigid cock that sprang free was every bit as long and thick as he liked to imagine.  “So that’s bigger than before?”  

“Uh-huh,” Xander nodded, wide-eyed as he looked at the pulsing club.  He gave another nervous laugh as his friend pulled the shorts the rest of the way free.  “Why is this...I mean...why am I…” he panted, his chest heaving.  “I should be way better at this.  Not to brag, but I know what I’m doing.  Usually.  This is...guy or not it’s like I’ve never done any of this before.”

“Does this jog your memory?”  Paul dropped his mouth and swallowed as much of his friend’s large organ as he could.  He felt Xander go tense beneath him and heard a long, low whimper fill the room.  After a few slow bobs of his head he lifted his face free and focused on the hairy, meaty thighs on either side of him.  Paul ran his tongue up one and down the other, working each of his friend’s inflated orbs along the way.  “Comin’ back yet?”  

“Getting there,” Xander panted, springing upright and rolling over so that Paul was beneath him.  “Have you...always been this hot?”  Xander laughed when Paul turned bright red instead of himself for a change.  “Ha! Not so fun, is it?”  He kneaded his friend’s toned chest, surprised at how much he loved the feeling of the prickly, wiry hairs against his palms.  For someone who’d never even thought of being with another guy before, Josh/Xander couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more turned on.  That wasn’t overly surprising considering that the altered man was having a hard time sorting his thoughts in the first place.  He had all of his memories as Josh, but his mannerisms and behaviors were clearly those of someone else.  

His throbbing cock resting on Paul’s stomach drove that fact home as he undid the other man’s shorts.  He pulled them and Paul’s underwear down in one quick tug, letting his friend’s equally solid cock rocket free.  It wasn’t as large as his current altered equipment, but Josh/Xander was surprised to see that it was bigger than his old package had been.  The buff athlete had always thought of himself as more built and more hung, but he’d been wrong about one of those.  The thought sent a strange thrill running up his spine that made him squirm on his friend’s hairy legs.  

“You alright up there,” Paul asked, taking two handfuls of Xander’s ample rear.  

“I think I’m just getting the hang of this.”  There was a growing edge of confidence to Xander’s voice as he bent down to resume their kiss, grinding their oozing cocks together.  He writhed on top of his friend, unable to get enough of the other man’s solid body against his own.  His awkwardness was fading, though not disappearing entirely as he worked his mouth down Paul’s brawny torso.  

Paul was in heaven.  Like in the show, Xander was coming through.  Always the awkward and hesitant one until he needed to step up, the Xander that wrapped his mouth around his eager cock was a far cry from the blushing, whimpering man who’d been underneath him.  He watched Xander’s broad shoulders and large arms flex with each quick bob of his head, clutching at the sheets to keep from exploding too soon.  

“Huh...this isn’t so hard after all.  No pun intended,” Xander laughed when he pulled his mouth free and rubbed Paul’s slick rod against the side of his face.  Staring up at his breathless friend, he was hit with another strange tingle.  As much as he’d unexpectedly enjoyed having Paul’s dick in his mouth, he suddenly and desperately wanted it somewhere else.  Acting on instinct, he wormed his way back up Paul’s prone frame until he was straddling his friend’s waist.  

“What’re you dooooohhh!”  Paul let out a surprised groan when Xander promptly worked himself on top of his spit-slick rod.  

“HHHNnnnngggggggod that’s good,” Xander cried, looking just as surprised as Paul at what was happening.  “Look...I don’t...know...either,” he grunted, wiggling his hips.  “Just...go with it…” 

That was all Paul needed to hear.  He resumed his grip on Xander’s sizeable rear, watching his fantasy come to life.  Xander rocked and bounced on his lap, his cock slapping up and down heavily on Paul’s stomach.  Paul’s eyes were glued to the big man’s flexing chest and stomach as he writhed and whimpered.  Xander had the same bashfully smug grin plastered on his face the whole time, knowing full well how good a job he was doing but not wanting to admit it.  

“Whooaaaaaoookay,” Xander yelped suddenly.  “I’m gonna….cuuuunnnnhhhh…!”  He didn’t finish the sentence before his untouched cock sprayed like a firehose all over Paul’s sweaty chest and face.  The prone man grinned contentedly, loving every sticky splatter.  “Sorry about that,” Xander said sheepishly, trying to wipe one of the puddles away but only smearing it further.  

“Don’t worry...about it…” Paul grunted, bucking his hips to give his friend a few long stabs.  “I’m not...far...behind…” Xander’s quick little yelps that accompanied each thrust finally pushed him over.  

“HHHaaaaaaa….that’s...different….” Xander gasped when his insides were flooded with the warm liquid.  He tensed, a shocked look on his face, until Paul’s spent rod was done spurting.  His awkwardness returning, and not knowing what else to do, he collapsed next to his friend on the bed, blushing at the sensation of Paul’s cum dripping out of him.  

“Huh.  I kinda thought you’d turn back to normal after that,” Paul said, resting his head on Xander’s broad chest once he’d caught his breath.  

“What do you mean?”  Xander instinctively wrapped an arm around the other man, holding him close.  “I thought you didn’t know how this works?”  

“I don’t,” Paul said, absently stroking his friend’s widened torso.  “It would just make sense.  This all feels like a dream anyway.  I’ve thought about this a lot.”  

“I, uh, haven’t,” Xander sighed, shaking his head.  “I mean, I think I haven’t?  This all feels surprisingly normal.  Like we’re supposed to be doing this, you know?”  He looked down at the taller, brawny frame that replaced his short chiseled body.  “I’m not even freaking out about this,” he said, motioning to his less-ripped stomach and meatier thighs, “anymore.  It just feels right.”  

“It’s not like I’m complaining,” Paul laughed.  “But we should probably try and figure this out.”  

“Hey, wait a sec,” Xander said, abruptly sitting up.  “Does this mean there’s two of me right now?  I look like this actor, right?  What if someone sees me?”  

Paul shrugged.  “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.  You look like him from twenty-some years ago.  It’s not like you’ve got a twin wandering around out there.”  

“This is SO WEIRD,” Xander sighed, dropping back down and rubbing his face with his larger hands.  Paul felt his cock twitch again at the sight of the other man’s bare, flexing arms.  “What are we gonna do?”  

“Let’s worry about that tomorrow,” Paul grinned, draping himself across his friend, ready for another round.  

************

Scott awoke hungry and annoyed.  The beefy man had been kept up all night by the loud moans ringing down the hall from Paul’s room.  At first he’d been happy that someone other than Josh was getting laid, but that quickly turned to confusion when he realized Josh was the other person in Paul’s room.  It didn’t sound like the blonde man’s voice, but based on the conversation he’d heard there was no one else it could be.  He’d crept back to his room and stayed there for the night, a growing sense of restlessness settling over him.  

Normally Scott turned in early.  He liked to get up before the sunrise and start his day with a workout.  He didn’t really drink or party, so it wasn’t a hard routine to maintain.  Usually he was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and then ready to go as soon as his feet hit the floor the next morning. 

That night was different.  He’d tossed and turned, his roommate’s lustful groaning and whimpering working its way into his head.  He tried to imagine what could possibly make a ladies man like Josh suddenly decide to mess around with another guy.  Paul wasn’t bad looking, but his ripped little friend had never so much as looked twice at another guy like that.  Surprisingly, Scott felt a twinge of jealousy.  The burly man, with his mountainous pecs and mammoth arms, couldn’t see why Josh would go for someone with a comparatively average build like Paul.  If he wanted to experiment with a man, he should have picked a real one like him.  

He was hard before he knew it.  One second he was trying to figure out what was happening, the next he had his dick in his hand, pumping away to the sounds of his friends fucking.  He imagined Josh’s tight body on all fours in front of him, whimpering and begging while his thick cock stretched the blonde man’s bubble wide.  Then he pictured Paul on hands and knees, going to town on that same stout rod while Josh gave it to their friend from behind.  Then he was fucking both of them, alternating between plunging into Josh’s firm cheeks and thrusting into Paul’s bouncing rear.  

The unfamiliar thoughts made him feel strong and powerful.  He wasn’t just fucking his friends, he was dominating them.  They were helpless to stop him even as he imagined them begging for more.  It was like nothing he’d ever experienced.  As his twisted imaginings grew darker and darker, his stroking grew more frantic.  Scott was usually a quiet, quick pump kind of guy.  He would jerk off in vanilla fashion, occasionally going so far as to knead his heavy balls in the process, but no further.  Now he was like a beast.  His ample muscles flexed and strained as his powerful rear bucked up off the bed, grunting almost as loud as his friends while he clutched at a meaty pec and tweaked his nipples.  When the inevitable burst of sticky fluid rained down on his solid stomach and heaving chest, he didn’t even bother to wipe up.  He caught his breath and went back at it, picking up right where his increasingly violent fantasies left off.  

************

“You should probably wait here,” Paul yawned on the edge of the bed.  He’d been both thrilled and confused to wake up in Josh’s, now Xander’s, strong arms that morning.  His roommate was equally baffled, but surprisingly calm about the situation.  It didn’t hurt that they’d just had the best night of their lives, but that still didn’t explain how the short, athletic blonde had somehow turned into the tall, dark haired actor that Paul had fantasized about for so long.  There was a surreal, dreamlike quality to the situation.  Since it felt like none of this was really happening, they both figured they might as well go with it.  “I think I hear Scott out there.”  

Still sprawled out on the bed, his thick arms folded contentedly behind his shaggy hair, Xander watched Paul slide into a pair of boxer briefs.  His enlarged cock twitched beneath the thin sheet that only covered one of his larger legs, despite the workout it so recently received.  He couldn’t look away from the other man, nor did he want to.  The altered Josh felt like he was seeing his friend, and the world, for the first time.  Everything looked and felt different from his taller, broader perspective.  He was used to feeling smaller than everyone else, but for the first time he was on their level.  Paul actually seemed a bit smaller than him, a realization that had caused him to blow all over his friend’s chest at one point the night before.  “How are we gonna explain this to him?”  

Paul shrugged and shook his head.  “No idea.  Guess we’ll wing it.”  Loving the look of disappointment on Xander’s face, he slid on a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt before cracking the bedroom door and slipping out.  He made his way towards the increasingly loud banging he heard in the kitchen, freezing in his tracks when he rounded the corner.  

All of the cabinets and drawers were open, as was the refrigerator.  Everything was strewn about messily and rummaged through, as if someone had broken in overnight.  Standing in the center of it all with his back turned was a shirtless Scott.  

It was his shirtless friend more than the mess that caused Paul to freeze.  In the years they’d lived together, he’d never seen his friend shirtless in their apartment.  Despite being a total jock, the big man wasn’t the kind of guy to lounge around in his underwear.  If he wasn’t in a pool or at the beach, he was clothed.  Turning the corner to see Scott’s broad, bare back was the last thing he’d expected.  It was enough of a shock that he almost didn’t notice the other changes.  His friend’s normally dark hair appeared lighter, and though it was hard to tell for sure, Scott’s bearish frame didn’t look quite as burly as it should.  Paul could see more definition than usual running down his friend’s arms and thinner looking shoulders.  

“Uh...Scott?  You okay?”  

“No I’m not bloody okay,” the shirtless man spat, frantically rummaging through a drawer.  “You two kept me up all night with your tossing, we’re already out of beer, and I can’t find a single fucking smoke anywhere in this goddamn house!”  He slammed the drawer, causing the small pile of recently emptied beer cans to tumble to the floor.  

Paul didn’t know what to say.  He’d never seen his friend act even remotely like this.  Not only was Scott yelling and swearing, from the looks of things he’d already gone through a six pack of beer.  And, as Paul stepped closer, he discovered that Scott wasn’t just shirtless.  As soon as he was close enough to see over the counter, he was greeted with a view of his friend’s round, plump rear.  “Oh! Uh….” he stammered, blushing.  

Scott finally turned, a smug grin on his face.  “What?  I thought you liked this sort of thing?”  The big man slowly ran a hand down his increasingly ripped stomach to give his girthy package a squeeze.  “Or does Josh have something I don’t?”  

Even through his surprise, Paul felt his cock throb at the sight of Scott’s naked, muscular body.  Up close, he could see that his friend actually was more cut, with the faint outlines of a washboard stomach and a clear divide between his prominent pecs.  Even Scott’s normally round, full face seemed sharper and leaner, and his normally black-brown hair was approaching a sandy blonde.  “Are you feeling okay,” he finally managed to choke out.  

Scott stepped forward, still toying with his hardening cock.  He flexed his arm in the process, knowing full well that Paul’s eyes were glued to him.  “I could feel a lot better,” he said, his voice a seductive growl.  He pivoted quickly so that Paul was pinned up against the wall, slamming both of his large hands on either side of his surprised friend’s head.  His eyes bore hungrily into Paul’s as he stepped close enough for their bodies to touch, his solid cock wedged up between them.  He leaned in close, sniffing loudly before running a tongue along his roommate’s trembling neck.  “You do want me to feel better, don’t you?”  Paul gasped when Scott unexpectedly dropped an arm to roughly grasp his solid rod through his shorts.  “It feels like you do,” the bigger man growled with a broad, sinister grin.  

Paul was too overwhelmed to respond.  It wasn’t just his friend’s size or bizarre behavior that was throwing him off.  There was a force of presence about the large man that wasn’t usually there.  Scott wasn’t a big teddy bear anymore; he was a hungry grizzly.  He was powerful and dangerous and in that moment it occurred to Paul just how little he could actually do to stop his friend if he needed to.  “OOoaawwww,” he yelped when Scott gave his gripped package a twist.  

“I asked you a question,” the naked man said, resting his forehead against Paul’s.  

“Yeah...of...of...course I want you to feel good,” Paul stuttered quickly.  The tension at his crotch released and Scott took a step back.  

“Good,” the now-grinning stud said, roughly patting the side of Paul’s face.  “Then go get me some smokes.”   Paul could only watch with stunned eyes as Scott turned and strutted down the hall, his rigid cock pointing the way while his bare, meaty cheeks swayed with each confident step.  “And more fucking beer!” the big man called over his shoulder.  

Paul slumped against the wall and let out the breath he’d been holding when he heard Scott’s door slam shut.  It had taken a moment to punch through the surprise, but his friend’s behavior had a frighteningly familiar feel to it.  The change in his speech, the lightening of his hair, the shrinking of his muscles; it all pointed to a terrifying, impossible conclusion.  Josh wasn’t the only one of his roommates turning into a character from his favorite show, only Scott’s changes were potentially deadly.  He wasn’t sure if his friend would actually become a vampire, but he knew that even a human Spike would be more than enough trouble.