Sunnydale Dreaming, pt. 2 (Patreon)

“Ooookay, potential problem.”  Paul whispered as he crept back into his room, quietly shutting the door behind him.  

Xander had squeezed into a pair of his friend’s underwear and was currently rooting through Paul’s dresser to find something else to put on.  His larger build stretched the bright red underwear to capacity, but it held.  “What?  What’s wrong?”  

Paul shook his head, forcing his attention from the sight of his dream man squeezed into a pair of his boxer briefs.  “Well, you know how you sort of turned into my fantasy version of Xander?  It looks like Scott might be experiencing a change of his own….into Spike.”  

The altered man gave Paul a confused look before Xander’s memories kicked in, his eyes suddenly going wide as the full impact hit him.  “What?!”  he yelped, quickly lowering his voice.  “What do you mean he’s turning into Spike?!”  

“Wait...you know who that is?  You’ve never seen him on the show.”  

“Of course I know who that...oh...whoa…” Paul watched his friend struggle with the dual personalities.  Josh may not have known who Spike was, but the man he’d turned into certainly did.  “What are we supposed to do?  Unless you’re gonna whip out a slayer, we’re entirely screwed!”  

“I...I have no idea…” Paul stammered.  “I don’t even know what’s happening!  And we can’t slay Scott...he didn’t do anything!”  

“Yet!”  Xander was already searching the room for a weapon or cross of some kind.  “He’s a vampire...it’s only a matter of time.”  

“First of all, we don’t know for sure he’s a vampire.  He’s acting funny, and he’s not as big, but he’s plenty strong.”  Paul grimaced, his back still sore from where he’d been slammed into the wall.  “But...I mean...vampires aren’t real, right?”

“And this is?!”  Xander spread his meaty arms and motioned down to his inflated, underwear-clad body.  “I just turned into someone else and hooked up with a guy!  ‘Real’ is flexible at the moment,” he hissed.  

“You’re right, you’re right,” Paul sighed.  “He told me to go out and get him some beer and cigarettes, so that seems like our best bet.  Let’s get the hell outta here and then make a plan.”  

Xander nodded in agreement and the two dressed as quickly and quietly as they could.  The bigger man looked out of place in Paul’s smaller clothing, his tall, muscular frame bulging out against the skin tight gym shorts and tank-top.  The stretchy garments were the only things he could squeeze into.  He looked mortified at the prospect of being seen in public, but it was better than staying in the apartment with a potential monster.  

“Could we, uh, maybe get me something that actually fits?” Xander asked as he climbed into Paul’s car, the small shorts riding up his hairy thighs and leaving them entirely exposed.  He looked down at his stuffed bulge and turned a shade of red that matched his underwear.  

“Aw, I kinda like this look,” Paul said, reaching over to rub one of the meaty legs.  

Xander shivered and let out a quick whimper.  “YOU can see it whenever you want...it’s everyone else I’m worried about.”  

“Other than getting you some clothes, where are we even going?”  Paul pulled the car out into traffic, already starting a mental countdown until nightfall.  “Do we go to a church?  A library?”  

Xander stared out the window, his tone flat.  “How about a hardware store for a couple hammers and some wood?”  

“Dude!  We are NOT killing our friend!”

“Spike is not our…” Xander trailed off in a frustrated growl, rubbing his unfamiliar new face with his bigger hands.  “Fuck this is getting confusing.  I’m having a hard time telling whose thoughts are who’s...mine or the fake guy’s.”  

Paul experienced another stab of guilt.  In his fantasies he never had to worry about whether or not Xander actually wanted to be Xander.  “Xan...Josh, you know I’d never do this on purpose.  I swear we’ll figure this out somehow.”  

Xander gave a short laugh and rested his head back on the seat, staring at the roof of the car.  “Just don’t wish me into a chick next time...this is weird enough.  So what’s the plan?”

“Should we get the beer and cigarettes and try and talk to him?  Maybe Scott’s still in there somewhere.  I mean, you’re still Josh, right?”  

“It’s not that simple.  I know I’m still Josh, but all my instincts belong to this other guy.  It’s a struggle to even remember this isn’t who I really am, and that’s with the new guy WANTING me to.  If Scott’s really turning into who we think he is, the big guy’s not gonna have a chance.”  

Paul sighed and shook his head.  “We have to at least try.”  

“I officially want it noted that I think this is a terrible idea.  What if we just kept driving and made out somewhere?”  

“I like that second part,” Paul laughed.  “I’m not going to force you if you really don’t want to do this.”  

“It’s not like I’m going to let you face certain death alone.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘certain’ death…”

“It’s not like I’m going to let you face probable death alone,” Xander corrected.  

“First stop clothes, then we get Scott’s stuff, then we head back?”  Paul counted the list down on the dashboard with his fingers.  

“First stop clothes, then we get Scott’s stuff, then we make out for like ten minutes tops, THEN we head back,” Xander said, reaching over to stroke the back of Paul’s head while his friend drove.  

**********

Back in the apartment Scott tore apart his room, searching for clothing that would fit, and that wasn’t sports related.  The burly man had shrunk considerably, shedding most of his bulk in exchange for a lean, ripped frame.  Though he was only a fraction of his formerly muscled size, Scott had never felt stronger.  His toned arms and long legs moved with coordinated grace and restrained fury.  He’d already ripped the closet door off its hinges without realizing it, and could move so fast that he only had to think of a location and he was suddenly there in a blur of motion.   

“Who wears this garbage?!”  Scott held up a football jersey, the sharpened features of his face twisting with disgust.  He tore the thick material of the jersey to pieces as if it was tissue paper.  “Not a decent bloody piece of clothing in the whole damn place,” he sighed, looking down at his naked, whipcord frame.  His lengthened cock twitched half hard, mirroring the growing hunger he felt coursing through him.  He wanted a beer, a fuck and a smoke, in that order.  And something else, too, that he couldn’t quite put his finger on yet.  

“Paul’s more my size,” he muttered to himself.  No sooner than he finished the words, Scott found himself standing in Paul’s room.  The shrunken man looked around and laughed in amazement at his own speed, his eyes landing on his roommate’s disheveled bed.  He thought back to the loud moaning and grunting he’d heard all night, the memory making his twitching cock go rock hard.  His skin tingled from where he’d pressed Paul up against the wall earlier and Scott started stroking at the power he’d felt.  

He dropped down onto his friend’s bed, not stopping to wonder why he was fantasizing about another man while jerking off.  That part didn’t matter.  What mattered was that Paul was his for the taking whenever he wanted.  So was Josh.  So was anyone.  The primitive, alpha predator rush he felt at the realization was like nothing he’d experienced before.  His now-small, perky bubble flexed as he bucked his hips, his hands literally tearing chunks out of the mattress.  In his head he saw his friends naked and on their knees, worshipping him like the god he was.  Scott roared triumphantly when he came and sprayed all over Paul’s sheets like he was marking his territory.  

“Fuck me this is intense…” He stood and ripped Paul’s closet door off the wall and rummaged through for a pair of jeans.  Finding a sufficiently small pair, he slid them up his lean new legs, sighing in frustration at the way they still hung loose on his tinier waist.  The sight of the baggy denim below his lithe, whipcord waist jarred Scott slightly to his senses.  The part of him that was still the formerly burly man stared at himself in horror, not recognizing the ripped stranger he’d become.  

He ran his hands along the washboard stomach, confused at why his skin was so cold.  His front teeth felt sharp, and when he spoke there was a strange accent to his voice.  “What...what the fuck is happening,” he stammered, swaying on his feet.  Scott felt like his heart should be racing, but he wasn’t even sure it was beating.  He wasn’t even sure he was breathing.  He stumbled backwards and turned to look at himself in Paul’s mirror, gazing in stunned shock at the reflection of the room around him.  He was nowhere to be seen.  Even though he could reach out and touch the smooth surface, his image wasn’t in it.  In a fit of fear and anger he smashed his fist into the mirror, punching a hole into the wall behind.  There was a brief stab of pain, but he laughed when he watched the lacerations on his hand stitch themselves shut in a matter of seconds.  

“Oh...ohhhhhh yes,” he sighed, the old Scott retreating in shock and leaving Spike fully in command.  

**********

“Uh, Scott?  You in here?”  Paul stuck his head in the door and hesitantly called out to their friend.  “We’ve got your beer and smokes…” 

“Please don’t eat us!” Xander added, sticking his head in the door above Paul, Scooby Doo style.  

“For fuck’s sake, dude, let’s not introduce eating just yet,” Paul whispered.  

“Sorry,” Xander said, “but let’s be honest.”  

Not hearing any movement, Paul crept inside.  “Probably not a good sign…” he said in a low voice.  The blinds were all drawn and the apartment was in tatters, like it had been broken into.  Holes were punched into the walls and the furniture had been tossed around like it was inflatable.  

“Let’s just get…”

“What took you so bloody long?  You’ve been gone for...YOU!”  Spike froze when he came around the corner and saw Xander standing in the doorway.  “What the fuck are you doing here?!”  

Paul raised his hands slowly.  “Scott, buddy, just chill out for a second…” 

The thin blonde didn’t take his eyes off Xander.  “Who the fuck is Scott?”  

“I tooollllld you,” Xander said, his buff frame going tense.  The blonde man looked nothing like their beefy friend Scott, and entirely like Spike.  The part of him that was still Josh had no idea why he knew so much about the stranger their friend had become, but every instinct told him to run.  It was only Xander’s persona that held him in place.  That part of him was terrified too, but it was also ready to fight.  It was disorienting, going from awkward and fumbling to suddenly battle ready.  “Spike, right?”  

“You bloody well know who I am,” the blonde spat.  “Little Slayer’s pet...is she here too?”  

“Sco...Spike...this isn’t what you think,” Paul said as calmly as he could.  “Something weird is going on here.  This is Josh, not Xander.  Those aren’t real people...you aren’t really a vampire…”

Paul barely had time to register the blonde man going fuzzy in his eyes before he felt himself flying through the air.  He impacted the wall behind him several feet up, the wind knocked out of him as he slid to the ground in a heap.  Barely conscious, he watched his friend’s altered face twist into a terrifying mask.  His forehead broke out in bumpy ridges, his nose flattening and his mouth going wide as he bared his razor sharp fangs.  

Spike took a swaggering step forward, cocking his head with a smug grin as he looked down at Paul’s crumpled form.  “I’m not a real what?” 

“Leave him alone!”  Xander lunged forward, grabbing a discarded table lamp and swinging wildly towards Spike.  The blow didn’t even come close.  He swung again and again, Spike casually sidestepping each time until, moving so fast neither of them could see it, the lamp was knocked from Xander’s hand.  The brawny man gave a strangled yelp as a vice-like hand closed around his throat and lifted him from the ground.  

The last thing Paul saw before losing his grip on consciousness was Xander clutching at the shirtless, smaller man’s arms as he was held aloft like a toy.  He tried to get up, to at least crawl over to his friends, but the world went black.  

**********

“Wh...where are we?”  Xander groaned, his head spinning from the whirlwind flight.  The last thing he remembered clearly was being strangled in the apartment.  Spike’s grip was impossibly strong, like a steel bar instead of an arm.  He tore at his friend’s wrists but the blonde man just grinned at him, steadily increasing the pressure until Xander was blacking out.  

His memories after that were hazy.  He felt a rushing wind, like sticking his head out of a moving car’s window, and a sensation of falling.  There would be periods of weightlessness, followed by a rough impact, and then more weightlessness, as if gravity couldn’t make up its mind.  When the rushing wind stopped he’d heard a loud banging and crashing sound, then another impact on the cold stone ground he currently found himself on.  

The room around them was nearly pitch black.  A faint trickle of moonlight filtered in through the small, dirty glass windows high up on the walls, providing just enough light to let him see his tormentor clearly as Spike leered down at him.  

“Somewhere a bit more comfortable,” Spike said, patting one of the coffins that lined the wall of the mausoleum.  

“Of course.”  Xander’s tone was flat, more annoyed than afraid.  “You can take the vampire out of the cemetery…” he started.  

Spike was on top of him in a blur, pinning him onto the cold ground.  “Here’s what I’m curious about,” the shirtless blonde hissed.  “I haven’t eaten you yet.  I’m bloody starving, and I bloody hate you, but you’re still alive.  Why is that?”  

“I...I don’t know…” Xander stammered.  

“More importantly,” Spike sniffed at the air, grinning, “why are you enjoying this so much?”  

“What?!”  Xander blushed, trying to back away.  “I’m not enjoying any of thiiiiiiiiieee!”  The big man couldn’t hold back his yelp of surprise when his ill-fitting shirt was effortlessly torn off his muscled chest.  He was still wearing Paul’s borrowed clothes and despite his protests, he could feel his twitching cock about to escape the tiny confines of the shorts.  

“Okay, then why am I?”  Spike groped a hand over Xander’s meaty pecs before shoving him back down onto the ground.  He leaned in as if to bite the bigger man’s neck but instead ran his tongue along it.  

Xander shivered in the other man’s grip.  “Look...Scott...Spike...whoever...Paul was right.  Something’s happening to us.  We’re not who we think we are right now!”  

“Would Scott do this?”  There was another blur of motion and a loud rip as Xander found his shorts and underwear joining his shredded shirt.  His unrestrained cock sprang to attention, betraying him.  

“No...but neither would Spike,” the naked man panted.  

“I’ve been around a long time, pet,” Spike purred.  “You have no idea what I’ve done.”  

“O...Okay, fair point,” Xander said, trying not to stare at Spike’s shredded torso.  The part of him that was still Josh couldn’t believe the thin man in front of him was really his burly, beefy friend.  “But since when would you ever be into ME?”  

“THAT is the real question” the blonde man sighed, slipping off his prone friend and gliding to his feet in one agile motion.  “I shouldn’t even want my fangs in you, yet here we are.” Spike stood so that the naked man on the ground could see the long, solid cock outlined against his jeans. 

“That’s what Paul was trying to tell you!”  A burst of anger momentarily replaced his terrified lust as it occurred to Xander that he didn’t know if his friend was okay or not.  The last he remembered seeing of the other man, Paul was crumpled on the floor, unmoving.  “If you hurt him I’ll kill you,” he said, his voice a low growl. 

“Spare me the bloody dramatics,” Spike spat.  “We both know that’s not what you really want to do.  Even if I couldn’t smell it, I can still see how you feel,” he laughed, his eyes landing on the thick, throbbing rod sticking out from the naked man’s waist.   “Why don’t you show me?”  

“What...what do you…” 

“That surprisingly big cock of yours looks like it wants some attention.”  His lips curled into a sinister smile at the big man’s hesitation.  “I could always help you out but I have to warn you, I don’t really know my own strength lately.”  He punched through the side of a nearby coffin to illustrate his point, sending up a cloud of stale dust.  “Wouldn’t want to rip something off accidentally.”  

Xander didn’t know what to do.  He was absolutely terrified of his monstrously altered friend, but he was also painfully aroused.  It wasn’t just that he suddenly found the lean blonde incredibly attractive; his helplessness and utter lack of control were heightening his confusing new emotions.  The thought of how he’d been so effortlessly manhandled made his aching cock throb even harder.  His face burning with embarrassment, he reached down and started stroking while Spike watched.  

“See?  That’s not so bad, is it?” the blonde asked, slowly running his tongue across his bared fangs.  “Maybe I won’t eat you after all.  You’re used to being the slayer’s pet...maybe I’ll make you mine instead.  Would you like that?”  He let his face take on its warped new appearance when the stroking hunk didn’t answer.  “I asked you a question,” he snarled.  

“Yes!  I’d...I’d like that,” Xander whimpered.  

Spike cocked his head and watched his friend work himself closer and closer to the edge.  The other man’s chest was rising and falling quickly under a glistening layer of sweat, a series of grunts and gasps issuing forth.  The shirtless blonde looked down at his bare feet and stuck one forward.  “Come show me how much you’d like it.”    

Hit with a sudden urge to obey, Xander let go of his oozing pole and crawled forward on hands and knees.  Without looking up he bent down to the outstretched foot and started giving it a vigorous tongue bath.  His body was crimson with humiliation, but as with Paul the night before, he didn’t want to stop.  Confusingly, the embarrassment drove him on.  

“I’m a little surprised to see you so eager,” Spike laughed as he watched the thick muscles of Xander’s broad back flex and shift.  “The way you follow the slayer around like a lovesick puppy I never would’ve pegged you for a poof.”  

“I don’t know why I….” the kneeling man stammered between mouthfuls of his tormentor’s foot.  

“No talking.  If you need to use your mouth for something…” Spike reached down and clutched the back of Xander’s shaggy head, lifting him roughly from the ground to face his open fly.  He shoved his long, rigid cock into the other man’s gaping mouth without warning, laughing at the look of surprise.  “Fuuuuuck me, you’re better at this than I thought,” Spike sighed to the empty mausoleum, his deceptively toned arms keeping Xander’s head locked in place.  “Maybe I should turn you?  Keep you around like this forever?”  

Xander hated the thrill that ran through him at the thought of an eternity with the other man’s cock in his mouth, still unsure why he was so desperately aroused in the other man’s terrifying presence.  With Paul it at least made some sort of sense, but there was absolutely nothing about his current circumstances that should have turned him on.  He was on his knees blowing a man-shaped monster surrounded by coffins.  It should have been nightmarish, it WAS nightmarish, but that didn’t lessen the pressure he felt building at the base of his spine.  

“I don’t know, though,” Spike continued, talking to himself.  “The whole ‘undead gimp’ thing is a bit dated.”  He stroked Xander’s hair like he was petting a dog, pumping his trim hips in and out of the other man’s mouth.  “Let’s be honest...I’d get bored in a month and then I’d be stuck with you.  Seems like a lot of work for all that.”  

Despite hearing his future existence being debated, all Xander could focus on was his altered friend’s new accent, and the small, solid cheeks he clutched in his enlarged hands.  As his jaw started to ache, it occurred to him that he had no idea what sort of stamina vampires had.  His big burly friend would have blown by now, but as far as he could tell, Spike wasn’t even close.  

“Getting tired?”  Spike said, sensing the other man’s fatigue.  “Better keep at it...if I feel any of your teeth, you’re going to feel mine.”  

Xander redoubled his efforts, sweat forming on his brow.  He desperately wanted to stroke his own aching member but that would mean letting go of the other man’s perky bubble.  His ample cheeks and sturdy thighs started to burn from the prolonged kneeling as he continued to bob his head back and forth.  His bare frame glistened with sweat from the marathon session, his stomach sinking as he felt himself slipping.  

“I...I can’t keep…” he mumbled around the invading organ.  

“What was that?”  Spike jammed himself in, gagging Xander.  “Couldn’t quite hear you.” 

“I can’t...jaw...too tired…” Xander whimpered.  Before he even realized he was moving, the beefy man was sailing through the air as Spike lifted him from the ground and deposited him roughly on top of a coffin.  The air knocked from his lungs, Xander gasped when his meaty thighs were lifted into the air, his cock oozing harder at the thought of what was to come.  

“Let’s give the other end a try,” Spike sneered, his fingers biting into Xander’s legs like steel clamps.  

“Scott!”  Xander and Spike both looked startled, and slightly disappointed, at Paul’s sudden appearance in the doorway.  “This isn’t you,” Paul said.  

Spike sighed and shook his head.  “Why do you people keep saying that?  Who else would I be?”  

“Are you okay?” Paul asked Xander, ignoring Spike’s question.  His eyes lingered on the brawny man’s thick cock oozing against his stomach, his legs still in the air.  

“Yeah, I, uh, think so.  This...uh, this isn’t what it looks like…” he stammered, embarrassed.

“It bloody well is!” Spike spat, sounding offended.  “I mean I’m standing right here for fuck’s sake.”  He jabbed Xander with his still-solid rod for emphasis.  “What the fuck do you think that is?  I don’t like it anymore’n you...least you could do is own up to your part in it.”  

Xander gasped as the steel pole pressed against his eager hole.  “Okay, so it IS what it looks like, but we don’t know why we’re…” 

“That doesn’t fucking matter!” Paul cried, cutting them off.  He pointed at each of them as he spoke.  “You’re Josh.  You’re Scott.  You’re not really characters from a TV show.  We’re all roommates and we need to figure out what the fuck is going on!”  

Xander looked back and forth between the two of them, painfully aware that while having this conversation he was naked on his back with his legs hefted into the air, exposing his backside to both of them.  “How did you even find us?” 

“There’s only one cemetery nearby that has mausoleums like this, and there’s only one place he’d go,” Paul said, nodding towards Spike.  

The naked blonde let Xander’s legs drop and folded his arms across his wiry chest.  “See?  That’s exactly what I was talking about with the whole undead gimp thing.”  He shrugged and gave his feet a dejected look.  “I’m getting bloody predictable.  That’s it.  Game over.”  

“What?  No….hey, come on, man, you’ve still got plenty of tricks left up your…” 

“Don’t encourage him!” Paul yelled, cutting Xander off.  

Spike looked back up, his face warped into a monstrous mask.  “Oh well.  Guess I better eat my feelings.”  

“No!”  Xander didn’t even have time to sit up before Spike was on Paul, his face dropping towards their friend’s neck.  He saw Paul’s eyes go wide and heard the sharp gasp as Spike’s fangs buried into him.  The muscular young man felt like he was moving in slow motion.  He finally made it upright after what felt like hours and was just about to rush towards his friends when a brilliant flash of light exploded out from Paul.  It knocked Xander off his feet and sent him tumbling backwards into darkness for the second time that night.  

**********

“So...sorry, man,” Scott groaned.  He reached down to stroke Josh’s broad, sweating back as he pumped into his friend’s ample rear.  “This takes a lot longer than it used to.”  

“Did you...hear me... complaining,” Josh grunted, rocking in time with Scott’s rhythmic thrusting.  The burly man lifted his head to once again swallow Paul’s waiting rod, shivering with delight as his friends filled him from both ends.  

Since the night in the mausoleum, all three of their lives had changed dramatically.  Paul’s plan had been a gamble on his part, but one that paid off.  Figuring correctly that he was central to whatever was going on, he took the risk that Scott, as Spike, wouldn’t murder him.  He’d been wrong about his altered friend being unwilling to do him harm, but things still panned out in his favor.  

As soon as the fangs bit into him, a wave of force had burst outwards.  Spike and Xander were knocked off their feet, and when they stood, it was Scott and Josh who took their places.  Mostly.  The duo still had their altered appearances, but their personalities had more or less returned to the surface.  The formerly short, wiry Josh still had his tall, brawny new body, and the formerly buff, bulky Scott still had his lean, slender frame.  

There was plenty of confusion as the trio struggled to come to grips with what happened, which only got worse when they learned that in addition to maintaining his thin new appearance, Scott still had the undead state that came with it.  And as if finding himself turned into a vampire wasn’t alarming enough, the formerly straight stud was still painfully attracted to his friends.  

The same went for Josh, who kept the awkward, bumbling social skills of the man he was modeled after.  For the smooth, confident ladies man it was almost as big an adjustment as it would have been to find himself a vampire.  

Most surprisingly, to the world at large, Josh had always been as he appeared.  It was like the former version of himself had never existed in the first place.  Things were a bit more complicated when it came to Scott.  The world viewed his shrunken body as normal, but no one seemed to be aware of his peculiar nature.  The trio thought it best to keep things that way.  

Without any other options, they quickly fell into a new normal.  The apartment was put back together and they went about their lives as regularly as they could for a group of friends that had a vampire in their midst.  Josh grew to like his enlarged state and all the benefits that came with being tall and built, and though Scott went through an adjustment period at suddenly finding himself half his size, the preternatural abilities that came with his new body more than made up for what he lost.  

It was relatively easy to find a way to quell Scott’s new cravings, but it was significantly harder to find out exactly what happened in the first place.  They spent countless hours researching and scouring the internet for any clue as to what could cause something like this to happen, but always came up empty.   

In the meantime they were all too happy to enjoy each other’s company.  Scott’s new personality hadn’t completely faded away as the former teddy bear now had a much kinkier streak in the bedroom, which Josh was all too happy to bear the brunt of.  The enlarged man never seemed happier than when he was being ordered around in bed, and neither of his friends were going to let that go to waste.  Paul may not have had anything to do with it, but that didn’t change the fact that this was still his fantasy come to life. 

Josh and Scott got over their initial suspicions that Paul had anything to do with it.  After a few days of pleading it became clearly evident that their friend was just as confused about the impossible events as they were.  They’d been turned into walking versions of the other man’s jerk sessions, but that didn’t mean he’d had any control over it.  

It wasn’t a comforting thought.  In the absence of any concrete answers or a person to blame, all they were left with was the knowledge that some outside force had brushed up against their lives, leaving a twisted new reality in its wake.  

They couldn’t help but wonder if it would happen again.