An Empty Beach (Patreon)

“What is it we’re looking for again?”  Paul swiveled his head, surprised at the size of the empty, expansive beach stretching before them.  The glittering white sand was peppered with driftwood and shells, giving texture to the otherwise smooth turf that butted up against an equally smooth surf.  The wind was low and the sun was high, the slow, rhythmic crashing of the waves creating a hypnotic pattern as they broke against the shore.  When they’d pulled the car over and left it on the side of the road to trek through the scrubby coastal forest, Paul hadn’t expected to suddenly punch through the dense woods and stumble out into a postcard.  The occasional seagull squawked overhead, but the guys would gladly take a handful of flying vermin over a beach filled with tourists.   

It helped that the beach wasn’t on any official maps.  The only reason they were even there at all was because Alan had roped him and Kevin into coming along on a geocaching mission, promising they wouldn’t regret the trip.  Paul had accompanied his friend before, and while he liked being outside, he didn’t come anywhere near to sharing his rugged friend’s enthusiasm for the hobby.  Though if it brought him to more places like this, Paul could see the appeal.  

“We still have a ways to go,” Alan said, pointing up the beach to where it curved out of sight.  “The first waypoint was just where to park...the actual cache is at the next one.”  

“And we’re hiking all this way for what, exactly?”  As usual, Kevin was the least enthused of the group.  He always came along when his friends invited him somewhere, but the scrappy young man never seemed to be enjoying himself.  

“No clue,” Alan shrugged.  “Could be a tupperware container, could be an ammo box, could be a fake rock...guess we’ll find out when we get there.”  

Kevin sighed and peeled his shirt off, sticking the thin cotton into the waist of his board shorts.  “Least I can get some sun,” he said, rolling his solid shoulders and shaking the lingering stiffness from the car ride out of his sculpted arms.  

He made a show of flexing his abs as he adjusted his shorts, tugging them down so they rode low on his hips, exposing his ripped obliques and the bright elastic band of his boxer briefs.   The short, sandy haired man was deceptively ripped and loving nothing more than reminding his friends of that fact whenever he could.   It was easy to mistake Kevin for skinny at first glance, until he reached for something and his lean bicep doubled in size.  And once the clothes started coming off, there was no hiding the map of definition that covered his tight, chiseled frame.  His goateed lips broke into a smug grin when he saw his friends looking in his direction and he puffed his modest pecs out proudly.  “Drink it in, ladies.”  

“Fuck off,” Alan laughed, stripping out of his shirt to reveal a burly, if less sculpted, torso.  The dark haired man’s frame was brawny and solid, taking on a stocky broadness compared to Kevin’s trim taper.  Alan’s arms were strong and beefy, covered in the same light dusting of dark hair that spread across his prominent pecs and flowed down his firm stomach to disappear beneath the band of the boxers sticking out above his baggy cargo shorts.  Though he was technically the most built of the group, Alan was constantly jealous of Kevin’s lean, ripped frame.  The shorter man had just started lifting a year ago and had already made the kind of gains that Alan had dreamt about during his decade of workouts.  As usual, his arrogant blonde friend took all the credit, telling everyone he just worked harder instead of recognizing the advantage his beneficial genes provided.  

Paul just shook his head as he watched his friends stripping down.  He straddled the middle between the two.  Unlike the others, the shaggy haired brunette kept his shirt on, not as eager to show off his less impressive build.  He’d always been thin and lanky, and while he’d been hitting the gym with Alan and was starting to make noticeable gains, compared to his athletic partners he was still closer to the “average” end of the scale.  It also didn’t help that he was the only gay one of the group.  The other guys had a sense of humor about it and actually enjoyed the attention, especially Kevin, but at the end of the day were still as straight as they came.  They were comfortable with Paul looking and only looking.  

“C’mon man, show us your tits,” Kevin whistled, slapping Paul’s pert rear as he jogged past.  “You’re the closest thing we’ve got to a chick out here.”  

Paul enjoyed the view of the shorter man’s solid bottom bouncing in his shorts as he trotted over the sand.  “You really that desperate already?”  

Kevin flashed his arrogant smirk over a tanned shoulder.  “Depends how long this takes.”  

“I think you can make it,” Alan said, pausing to inspect the GPS on his phone.  He rubbed his trimmed beard as he re-read the description of the cache and the history of the area.  “Should actually be pretty cool once we get a little further up.”  

Paul looked back towards the wall of trees they’d stumbled out of.  The gnarled, twisting branches of the ancient live oaks stretched out like grasping limbs, forming a dense web of bark and lichen.  Inside, the canopy had filtered the bright sun overhead to a dim haze, making the quarter mile trek feel like it would go on forever.  “Why would someone hide a cache out here in the first place?”  

“You mean other than the empty, gorgeous beach?”  Alan motioned with a thick, hairy arm towards the picturesque surroundings.  “There’s actually a really cool history.  Back in the ‘30s this whole stretch of shore was covered in ritzy mansions.  Big ones.  It was a private community for old money southern families stretching back to before the civil war.  Here...there’s a couple pictures,” he said, holding out his phone.  On the screen was a group of four men standing on the beach in front of a wide, brick gateway.  The wall of forest loomed behind them, but instead of the unbroken wall they currently saw, the men in the picture stood in front of a massive, ornate beach house.  It was built in plantation style, with open decks and columns wrapping around the looming estate.  “Then a giant hurricane comes and wipes ‘em all away.  Like, completely.  The write up said it was one of the strongest storms this stretch of coast has ever seen.  Totally leveled the mansions, killing dozens of people in the process.  No one out here was left alive.  There are supposed to be some remnants and foundation stones scattered around, which is…” 

“...why someone would hide a cache here,” Paul finished, grinning.  “You had me at old mansions.”  

Alan laughed and punched Paul in the arm.  “See?  I told you to trust me.  Creepy fucks, aren’t they,” he asked, looking at the picture again.  “Just imagine running into those ghosts out here.”  

The men in the photo were dressed in dark, three piece suits that covered them from the neck down and had ambiguous expressions that were impossible to read.  Their features were similar to one another, almost close enough to be the same person, with the same short cropped haircut and the same posture as they stood, looking like they were staring at something behind the photographer instead of directly at the camera.  

“The whole place is kinda creepy,” Paul said, looking back at the way they’d came.  Already he couldn’t tell where they’d punched out of the trees, the unbroken shore repeating like it was on a loop.  “Uh...please tell me you know how to get back.”  

The dark haired man nodded.  “I dropped a pin at the car, so we can follow the GPS.”

“Dude, just go in the opposite direction of the water and you’ll hit the road,” Kevin chimed in.  “It’s pretty straightforward.”  

“Oh really?  Thanks for clarifying,” Paul spat.  “Whatever would we do without you.”  

Kevin slid up behind Paul and wrapped his solid arms around his waist.  “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you if you’re scared.”  

“If you wanna cuddle you just need to ask, dude,” Paul laughed, leaning back against Kevin’s smooth, bare chest.  

“Nevermind!”  The other man quickly let go and scampered a few feet back.  “You’ve got it covered.”  

“Hey, where’d my big strong man go,” Paul pouted, shooting Kevin the bird over his shoulder.  “It IS a little creepy though, right?”  He shivered despite the warm air, constantly looking back behind him.  “It’s not just quiet, it’s….still.  There’s nothing out here but I keep feeling like something’s right behind us.”  

“You’re just not used to an empty beach for once,” Kevin said.  “This is how it’s supposed to be, without all those fuckin’ outta towners.”  

“Paul’s got a point,” Alan said, eyeing the treeline.  “I keep thinking I see something moving in the trees, but there’s nothing there.”  

Kevin tossed his head back with a loud laugh.  “Oh my god!  Do you two hear yourselves?  You bitches spooked yourself with your creepy mansions and ghosts.  It’s broad daylight...I think we’re fine.”  

It was that very broad daylight making Paul so uncomfortable.  The sun hammered the beach without a single obscuring cloud in the sky and reflected off the placid ocean like a giant mirror, and yet his skin still crawled.  He couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise and constantly hurried his steps to stay close to his friends.  Not even the eye candy provided by the two shirtless, muscular men could take his mind off his growing unease.  

“Whoa...what’s that?”  Alan came to an abrupt stop as they were rounding the bend, stumbling forward when Paul slammed into his back.  

“I know that move,” Kevin laughed at Paul, sliding his hands down his trim, tapering sides.  “The ol’ bump and cop a feel routine.  Look, you ever get that desperate for a touch, just ask.  I’m sure we can work something out.”  

“You’d have to stand still if he’s gonna feel that pencil dick of yours,” Alan grumbled.  “But I was talking about THAT.”  He pointed to the crumbling brick archway that stood on the edge of the sand, right at the tree line facing the ocean.  The two brick columns were lopsided, the stone slab at the base having been mostly buried by the shifting beach.  It looked to have been a gateway to one of the estates that had long since fallen to ruin like they’d seen in the old photo.  

“Okay, this IS kinda cool,” Kevin said, hopping up onto the leaning archway and clambering through what remained of the gate.  “Is this what we were looking for?”  

Alan checked the GPS and shook his head.  “No, the cache is still a ways off, but it looks like these are the ruins they were talking about.  I was just expecting some foundation stones or something, nothing like this.”  He followed Kevin’s lead, running his hands over the worn brick pillars and passing under the rusted arch overhead.  The architecture was still solid and heavy, a testament to the power of a storm that could rend and tear such objects like they were nothing.  

“Are there more in the woods?”  Paul hopped up behind Alan and walked to the tree line, pointing out the faint trail that disappeared into the tangle of forest.  

“Probably...I don’t know if I wanna go poking around in there, though,” Alan said, rubbing his brawny arms against the sudden chill as he looked into the dark, dense undergrowth.  

“Fuck that, man.  You guys can go look for your tupperware or whatever...I wanna see if the rest of the mansion is still there.”  

The sandy haired man didn’t wait for a response before plunging into the tangle of trees.  As far as he was concerned he didn’t care if they actually found the cache, he was much more interested in poking around some abandoned buildings.  He just liked being outside, so he was equally content trudging through the woods as he was trotting down the beach.  He hopped over the fallen trees in his path and showed off for no one, his sculpted arms flexing when he pulled his lean frame effortlessly up by a low hanging branch to swing over obstacle after obstacle.  

“Damn...chilly in here….” he said, his bare torso breaking out into goosebumps at the drop in temperature.  The unnatural dip was enough to make him pause.  Even the ever present shade shouldn’t have made it feel like he’d suddenly walked into a refrigerator.  He turned back the way he’d came, expecting to see the tree line but instead finding only uninterrupted forest.  “The fuck…?  I didn’t go that…” 

Kevin froze when he heard a rustling off in the distance.  It wasn’t the rapid, scattered scrambling of a squirrel or other small forest creature, but the slow, purposeful tread of something large.  He held his breath and waited when the rustling stopped.  Everything was oppressively still, Kevin’s pounding heart sounding like a jackhammer in his ears.  The waves still crashed rhythmically in the distance and the sun still sparkled overhead where it broke through the dense canopy.  The dappled forest should have been beautiful, but every instinct in the athletic young man’s body told him to run.  

He never got the chance.  The forest seemed to explode to his left, a huge, dark shape springing towards him out of nowhere.  Kevin’s whipcord muscles and quick reflexes pulled him out of the way of the first claw swipe as he spun to face his attacker.  

“Fuck!” he yelped, scrambling backwards over a fallen to tree.  

His first thought was that he was being attacked by a bear.  It wasn’t uncommon for black bears to roam the forests, but black bears didn’t walk upright like a person.  Whatever it was stood at least a head taller than him and was covered in patchy, dark fur.  It had long, ape-like arms that terminated in clawed hands, with grey, pockmarked skin where the fur was missing.  It had ursine features, with a pronounced snout full of sharp, crooked teeth.  Half the flesh on the face was gone, leaving the skull and tendons underneath exposed and the left eye socket gaping empty.  

Kevin’s stomach turned as he stared in horror at what appeared to be a mangy, zombie sasquatch.  The creature smelled as horrible as it looked, a wave of putrid air washing over him when it leaned forward and spoke.  

“Show us your tits,” it gurgled in Kevin’s voice, the head tilting as it swayed from side to side.  The shirtless young man stood within reach of its lanky arms, but the creature stayed where it was.  “Desperate for a touch….show us your tits...desperate...touch…”  

Kevin trembled as the creature snorted at the air and mimicked his speech from earlier.  He didn’t know if he should turn and run or if it was better to stay where he was.  

“Drink it in...it’s pretty...how it’s supposed to be...show us your tits…” the creature gargled, Kevin’s parroted voice warping at the edges.  It fixed the young man with its empty socket and thrust its snout forward, snapping at the empty air.  

That was enough for Kevin.  Hoping he’d be quick enough, the terrified young jock turned and bounded off the way he’d came.  Even before his foot landed, he felt the first claw swipe.  It raked across his back, causing him to stumble forward as the second swipe landed.  The adrenaline kept him in motion, his toned legs carrying him off into the forest before he realized there wasn’t any pain.  He’d felt the claws hit him, felt them tear across his body, but the agony that should have caused was absent.  He reached around as he sprinted, bracing himself for a blood covered hand but finding only smooth, unbroken skin.  

“What...the...fuck…” he panted, listening for signs of pursuit.  He didn’t know if he was heading in the direction of the beach, he just wanted to put some distance between himself and the monster.  “I should be ripped to….pieces….” he trailed off as he ran, a sudden tingling draping over his bare torso.  It was a numb, pins and needles sensation that spread down from his shoulders and across his chiseled, heaving pecs.  The numbness, coupled with his focus on not tripping as he ran, kept Kevin from noticing the changes at first.  He was completely oblivious as his solid chest softened and began pushing outwards, puffing and inflating like it was being fed by an air pump that caused the small mounds of his pecs to grow large and round, losing their firmness.  

By the time he noticed the unusual jiggling in the periphery of his vision, Kevin had already sprouted a set of shapely, bouncing breasts where his defined chest should have been.  The shock caused the sprinting jock to lose his footing, sending him tumbling head over heels onto the rough forest floor.  “This...this can’t be real…” Kevin gasped, reaching up to palm his supple new additions.  A shudder ran through him as he gave them a squeeze, his palms running across his enlarged nipples.  The confusing sensation caused his cock to throb and shoot to its full five inches, bursting free into the open air.  

Kevin’s thought that his shorts must have torn, or fallen down in the tumble, but when the stunned young man looked down he discovered his long trunks had vanished entirely.  In their place was a small, floral print bikini bottom that left his tightening balls hanging free, a matching bikini top wedged in the waist where his t-shirt should have been.  

He sat staring at himself in shocked silence.  Other than his still-growing chest, the rest of his well-muscled, athletic body appeared unchanged.  He let go of his expanding chest, wincing as he felt the heavy sacks of flesh fall free, and desperately pawed at his face.  There was a slight rush of relief when he felt his same goatee and untouched facial features, but before he could process what that meant there was another loud rustling off to his left.  Kevin clambered to his feet and took off, his stomach sinking at the foreign sensation of his heavy new chest bouncing wildly as he ran.  It threw off his balance but he managed to stay upright, his now-bare legs pumping faster and faster when the tree-line came into view.  

On the beach, Paul and Alan were still milling around the archway.  They’d walked a bit further down, checking for more ruins as they waited for their friend to return, when a flurry of motion exploded behind them.  Out of nowhere, a mostly naked Kevin flew from the trees, stumbling face-first onto the sand.  

“Jesus!”  Alan laughed, startled at the unexpected appearance of the other man.  “Shit, dude, are you...okay…” he put a hand out to stop Paul, both of them freezing in place when Kevin picked himself up from the sand.  

“Are...are those…” Paul’s mouth fell open at the sight of the huge, gravity defying tits that had sprouted from his friend’s chest.  On Kevin’s otherwise lean, tapering torso the new additions looked absolutely massive.  And then there was the matter of his friend’s altered clothing and the solid cock pointing at them as he picked himself up.  Paul had always wondered what Kevin’s equipment looked like, but he’d never imagined himself seeing the other man’s small package quite like this.  

“What the fuck?!  Dude!  What...how are you...are those…” 

“It’s coming!  It’s right behind me!”  Kevin’s panicked shriek cut off Alan’s stunned muttering.  

“What’s coming?  Take a deep breath, man,” Paul said, trying to stay calm.  The shock of seeing his friend’s altered body hadn’t fully hit him yet, his brain insisting that this was all some prank Kevin was pulling.  

The shorter man grabbed Paul’s arm and looked back over his shoulder, blushing and pulling away when he felt his enlarged, softened chest press into his friend.  “There’s a….fuck, I don’t know...a monster or something,” he panted.  “It did this to me!  Look at me!  I’ve got fuckin’ tits, man!”  Kevin grabbed his unwanted additions and gave his friends a pleading look.  “What am I supposed to do with these?!”  

“Hold on...a monster?  What do you mean?”  Alan was shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, as if he could clear away the changes to his friend’s body.  

Kevin hadn’t taken his eyes off the tree line.  “It’s huge.  Like a bear, but it walks upright and it’s got these claws and it…” he trailed off and looked down at himself, his eyes going wide like he was seeing the changes for the first time.  “We have to get out of here!”  

“Okay, okay, let’s just head back the way we...came…” Paul grabbed Alan’s shoulder when he turned to retrace their path.  “Shit!  Look!”  He pointed to their footprints disappearing down the beach, an extra set what looked like huge, clawed feet now visible mixing in with their own.  “I told you it felt like we were being followed!”  

“But...but we didn’t see anything…” Alan said.  “How did we not see it?”  

“How did it do this?!”  Kevin spread his solid arms wide, his softened chest shaking.  “Fuck...I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but can one of you help me out here,” he said, pulling the bikini top from the waist of the barely present bottoms.  He turned crimson as he slid it up his arms and turned away for one of his friends to tie it in place.  “You’re probably loooooving this,” he spat while Paul fastened the top.  

“I’m not really a tits kinda guy,” Paul said, his eyes dropping to Kevin’s solid, exposed bubble.  The bikini bottoms were little more than a triangle of fabric disappearing between the firm globes.  “Those bottoms look good on you, though.”  

“Fuck off,” Kevin laughed weakly, unable to see his exposed little rod over the large mounds of his chest.  “Does this look as ridiculous as I think it does?”  

“It’s...something…” Alan said, not wanting to stare at his friend’s warped figure but unable to look away.  The contrast between the heaping bosom and his friend’s otherwise masculine body was jarring.  “Let’s figure this all out somewhere elllllaaaahh…!”  

Alan screamed, more out of shock than of pain, as a monstrous arm suddenly punched through his chest from behind. The burly man looked down at the clawed hand sticking out from the middle of his hairy pecs and back up at his horrified friends.  He could feel the hulking creature looming behind him, the foetid odor finally creeping into his nostrils.  

“...fuck....pencil dick...poking around…” the creature gargled, this time in Alan’s voice.  “Look...ridiculous…” it added in Kevin’s, pulling its arm free.  

Alan fell to his knees, the tingling sensation draping over him like a blanket as he stared at his chest, expecting to see a gaping hole but finding unbroken flesh.  He looked back up at his friends as his skin crawled, the expressions on their faces confirming his fears.  The dark haired man didn’t want to look down.  He could already feel ocean air hitting his bare lower half that should have been covered, and he could tell his center of gravity was shifting.  He swayed, his toes curling into the sand for support before it occurred to him that he shouldn’t have been standing.  He’d fallen to his knees.  That’s why he was eye-level with his friends’ midsections, not because he suddenly had a set of short, stubby legs.  

He started laughing hysterically when he finally mustered the courage to look down.  His long, muscled legs had been reduced to a third of their normal length, dropping him from his six foot height to somewhere under four.  Like Kevin, his shorts were gone, replaced in his case by a small green thong that left his ample rear entirely exposed and showed off the tiny nub that had formerly been a thick, girthy package.  The rest of his brawny body was unchanged, leaving Alan with a simian, ape-like appearance.  His legs were too short and his arms were too long, nearly reaching the ground as he stood craning his neck up at his friends.  

Kevin didn’t wait.  The altered man took off down the beach, leaving his two friends facing the monster on their own.  Paul was frozen, fixed in place by the creature’s empty eye socket while Alan stared at himself and laughed in hysterics.  

The creature strode past the shortened Alan, advancing on Paul.  “...desperate...cuddle...big strong man…” it warbled in a twisted version of his voice.  “...bottoms look good...

“What...what are you…” Paul stammered, backing away.  He hated to leave Alan, but there wasn’t much he could do for his friend at the moment other than try and lead the beast away.    

“...we have to get out of here!...” it shrieked in Kevin’s terrified voice, tilting its head to the side.  “...I think you can make it…” it said in Alan’s, followed by a mixture of their laughter from earlier.  

Paul knew the creature was toying with him.  It could have lunged on him at any moment, but instead it was choosing to mock him.  There was an intelligence behind the beast’s actions, not just predatory instinct.  “What do you want from us,” he asked, watching Kevin run back towards the gate out of the corner of his eye.  His friend had passed it, then abruptly turned and was sprinting back towards it.  

“...creepy fucks…” the monster tittered in Paul’s voice, sniffing at the air before laughing again.  

“Guys!  The gate!  Go back through the gate!”  Paul seized the opportunity to run when the monster’s head turned in the direction of Kevin’s sudden yell.  He took off as fast as he could, darting around the creature and kicking up clouds of sand as he bolted for Alan.  

“Come on, man,” he begged, struggling to pick up his dense, shrunken friend.  “You’ve gotta moooOOOHHH!”  The claws sunk in just as he lifted Alan, his adrenaline pushing him on.  He stumbled towards the gateway, the short distance seeming impossibly far for his increasingly heavy steps.  His legs felt like they were made of lead even as the weight in his arms seemed to lessen.  He trudged onwards, ignoring the sudden sensation of his thighs rubbing together.  He could see his arms inflating around Alan and feel his chest expanding into the smaller man, but he kept lurching down the beach.  His shirt exploded off his widening torso and he knew his shorts were already a thing of the past as Alan’s stubby legs kicked against his lumpy muscle gut.  

The creature was still right behind him, mimicking their laughter as it herded him towards the gate.  Paul turned his head as best he could on his thick, missing neck to look back over his bowling ball shoulder to see the beast fall back.  It occurred to him that, for whatever reason, it wanted them to make it through.  He paused at the threshold, wondering if passing through would make the changes permanent, or if they even had a chance of undoing them.  He could see Kevin on the other side, the beach looking exactly the same except for their footprints.  Looking through the doorway, all he could see was their own, not the monster’s.  

“Wait...I don’t know if we should...fuck!”  Paul’s hesitation was shattered when the monster lunged forward.  He recoiled on instinct, falling backwards through the doorway with Alan in his arms.  The trip to the ground felt like it took longer than it should, seeming to last several minutes instead of a split second.  “What...just happened…” he groaned, finally noticing his deepened voice.  He shifted Alan off him and looked down at his widened, overly-muscled new body.  He was so thick with veiny bulk that it took all his effort just to lumber upright.  He staggered on his tree-trunk legs, his piston arms hanging at an awkward angle from his obscenely wide back.  Like his friends, his clothes had been altered to a small, orange posing strapped that matched the new, obviously fake tan on his expanded skin.  He couldn’t see it over the crest of his ‘roid gut, but Paul’s fingers finally made their way to a barely concealed cock that had become just as thick and stout as the rest of him.  

Behind them, the gateway showed the same patch of forest as always, with no sign or smell of the horrifying creature.  Paul absently reached for the giggling Alan, suddenly desperate to have someone in his beefy arms again.  

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“Love a crowded beach,” Kevin sighed, stretching out on his towel.  He seemed oblivious to the odd looks he got from the passersby as they gawked at the muscled, goateed man with the huge breasts spilling out of his skimpy bikini top.  They noticed the barely concealed package between his toned thighs as well, but compared to the jarring chest his little bikini bottoms were the least of their worries.  

It helped that their attention was quickly pulled to the mountain of flesh next to him, and the misshapen muscle man held in its arms.  Paul’s enlarged body made everyone seem small, but Alan’s diminished frame looked like a teddy bear clutched to the big man’s massive pecs.  They were both clad in tiny speedos, the only difference being the huge bulge in Paul’s compared to the relatively empty pouch in Alan’s.  

“You would,” Alan sighed.  

“You know he can’t help it,” Paul grumbled.  

Kevin’s grin faltered for just a moment as he looked at his friends.  In the months since their fateful trip to the abandoned beach, they’d all struggled to adjust.  When they stumbled out of the gateway they hadn’t fallen back into their own world, but to one in which they’d always looked the way they’d been changed.  Kevin’s hopes at being turned back to normal were shattered when he returned home to find an apartment full of bras and altered clothing.  His new appearance had come with a desire to show it off, meaning that instead of trying to hide his inflated chest, Kevin strutted around in thin t-shirts and tank-tops to expose his jiggling melons as much as possible.  Oddly enough it worked, and the athletic young man usually had guys lined up for his attention.  Far from being uncomfortable with his new set up, Kevin was all too eager, loving nothing more than the feeling of a heavy, solid cock sliding in and out between his heaving chests while he worked his inflated nipples.  

Unfortunately for Alan, no matter how much he wanted to partake of Kevin’s new additions, his shrunken equipment couldn’t do the job.  When his lower half had been altered, Alan’s formerly thick seven inches had been dwindled to a thin three, leaving him with only a fraction to work with.  The other problem was that his stubby new legs weren’t long enough to straddle Kevin’s trim torso, meaning he spent more time impaled on Paul’s lap than anything else.  

The lumbering, overly muscled giant needed someone against him almost all the time or he would start to panic.  Alan was like his security blanket, feeling just as safe and secure with the hulking wall of muscle around him.  They’d become inseparable, barely taking a break from each other even when new guys were available.  Like Kevin, the two had men throwing themselves at them constantly.  Alan’s new height made him the perfect size for either blow jobs or rimming, and Paul was always showing off the muscled rear that he wanted stuffed.  

Despite the happy outward appearance, they were simply doing the best they could to get by.  Kevin was mortified every time someone stared at him, and Alan felt like a freak whenever he fell into his unintentional knuckle-walk to keep from tripping on his shortened legs.  Though Paul was the most normal looking of the bunch, the formerly average man hated the way his excessive muscle limited his range of motion, and his constant need for physical contact limited his activities to little more than fucking.  

They’d gone back to the beach and had even mustered the courage to pass through the gateway again, but there was never any sign of the monster.  Alan had spent countless hours researching the old families that had lived there and the urban legends surrounding the area, and while he’d found plenty of stories about occult rituals and secret societies, there weren’t any mentions of strange creatures or people being changed.  He was currently working on the theory that the gate was only open at certain times, though he hadn’t been able to figure out what those times were.  

For now, despite their embarrassment, they stuck to the popular areas.  People could stare at Kevin’s bouncing tits and Alan’s stubby legs and Paul’s ‘roided out muscle as much as they wanted, as long as they weren’t alone.  The more tourists and the thicker the crowd, the better.  Nothing was more terrifying than the sight of an empty beach.