Interactive: Make It A Double, ch. 12 (Patreon)

“We’ll have to do this again,” Owen grinned, leaning over to give Ben a peck on the forehead before rolling off the bed.  Ben watched the brawny hulk stand and stretch, loving the barely visible nub that was almost entirely obscured by the older man’s meaty thighs. 

“Anytime,” Ben yawned, feeling a thrill when he sat up and his stolen girth flopped against his thigh.  He gave one of Owen’s muscled cheeks a squeeze, his enlarged organ throbbing at the memory of being buried between them.  “You can bring the little guy over to play whenever you want.”  

Owen blushed as he pulled up his briefs.  His shrunken equipment had plenty of room in the formerly stuffed pouch and the bigger man’s expression darkened momentarily at the sight before going back to a bashful smile.  “We can’t all be hung like that,” he said, nodding to Ben’s swaying log.  

“I’m glad,” Ben laughed as he stood.  He reached down to knead the empty pouch while leaning in for a long, deep kiss.  “I’m not making fun, I think it’s just right,” he purred after pulling his tongue out of the flustered hulk’s mouth.  He could tell Owen wasn’t used to being in this position.  With his size and build, Ben guessed the older stud was used to feeling like the one in charge, not like putty in a smaller, younger man’s hands.  Given how quickly he’d adapted the night before, Ben had no doubts that Owen would find his footing.  

He wondered how the others would fare.  There were quite a few formerly hung tops waking up as micro dicked bottoms, while formerly average guys like himself were suddenly overly endowed.  It was jarring all around, but he told himself people would adjust.  It was all for the best in the end.  

Owen was proof of that.  The big man was all smiles as Ben saw him out, saying they’d see each other later at the bar.  He inspected his new equipment in detail after the other man was gone, hefting the dense hose and plump balls in front of the mirror.  They looked obscenely large as they hung off his lean frame like an anchor, and for a moment Ben was tempted to change himself back.  He’d leave Owen as he was, but the wiry man wasn’t as sure as he’d been the night before about having a ten inch soda can between his legs.  He picked up the book and flipped it open, the pages fanning to a blank spot of their own accord as they’d begun to do whenever he opened the cover.  As soon as Ben set his pen against the page, though, his mind went blank.  He lost his train of thought entirely.  He knew he’d opened the book to change something, but the memories wouldn’t gel.  

“Guess I’m not awake yet,” he laughed to himself, closing the book.  He stood with it in hand for a few more moments, trying to remember, but eventually shrugged and set it aside.  “It’ll come back to me if it was important enough,” he said to himself.  “Maybe a run’ll help…” 

Ben always liked to go for a jog after a night of good sex to keep the endorphins flowing, and that was doubly true after a night like the one he’d just had.  He rummaged through his dresser for his shorts and pulled them on, giving a shocked laugh when he saw their new fit.  The built-in mesh struggled to contain his oversized package, his heavy balls threatening to spill out the bottom at any moment.  He looked like he’d shoved a grapefruit in the tiny shorts.  The thin blue material bulged near to bursting, leaving nothing of his new equipment to the imagination, but Ben just shrugged.  He didn’t even bother to put a shirt on.  He laced up his shoes and headed for the door, stopping just long enough to grab his small backpack and shove the book inside.  He didn’t go anywhere without it anymore.  He couldn’t even contemplate it.  Leaving the book behind would be like leaving his lungs behind.  He needed it with him.  

He cinched the backpack tight and loped off down the street.  His steps were awkward at first as he adjusted his stride to the bouncing weight shifting at the base of his abs, but by the end of the first mile he’d found his rhythm.  He actually came to enjoy the sensation, as well as the looks he got from passersby when his lean frame went bounding past, his prominent bulge leading the way.  He’d always gotten a thrill from the way people checked out his defined body when he ran.  He knew he looked good, and now he was even more memorable.  

That’s what he was doing with the book: making people memorable.  He was taking average, generic faces in the crowd and turning them into unique individuals.  He wasn’t just changing bodies, he was expanding minds.  When he stopped to pull the book out after getting a dirty look from another pair of passing runners, he wasn’t punishing the wiry young men, he was helping them.  The fit runners staggered as their bodies swelled in size, expanding outwards in all directions.  Thin, bony shoulders grew broad and round, the gangly arms leading off them thickening into burly logs that hung at an angle against their expanding midsections.  Waists that had been trim and shredded ballooned into wide muscle guts above meaty, chunky thighs and the massive, bouncing globes that had swallowed their solid little bubbles.  As he watched their stride change from a rapid sprint to a slow lumber, their inflated new mass shaking with each plodding step, Ben knew he’d done them a favor.  There was a whole new world of experiences waiting for them.  

The same would be true for the men he could hear whistling and laughing behind him.  There was a construction site across the street, and while he’d stopped to write, Ben had already heard several of the guys catcall and harass passing women.  From what he could see they were a group of burly young men busily standing around while other members of their team did the work, but Ben already had some new tasks in mind for them.    

“It’s not a punishment,” he muttered under his breath as he started writing.  

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“Oohhhhh….hate to see you go but love to watch you leave!”  Chris whistled after the young woman doing her best to ignore the laughing brutes as she passed.  The bearded man ran a hand through his shaggy, chestnut hair and shook his head, his eyes glued to the woman’s rear until she turned a corner at the end of the street.  It was his favorite part of the job.  There wasn’t much for him, Matt and Jesse to work on until the building’s foundation was finished, leaving the three young men with ample time on their hands to enjoy the scenery.  “Did you SEE the ass on that one,” he laughed, grabbing the front of his jeans when he turned back to his friends.  

“How could you miss it?  Fuck, man, that’s just not fair,” Matt sighed, licking his lips.  The dark skinned man folded his bare, beefy arms over his chest, flexing them in the process.  “You should’a let me take that one...a real man might’ve won her over.”  

“Fuck you,” Chris laughed, flexing his own impressive bicep.  “You got the last one.”  

Their blonde friend stepped forward and put a hand on each of their shoulders.  “Neither’a you fucks stand a chance,” Jesse said, a smug grin on his face.  Though they were each powerfully built, he was the most cut of the group.  They’d all been star athletes in high school, but while Chris and Matt had let themselves go in the few years since graduation he’d kept himself in shape, adding regular workouts to his already physical day job. They were each impressive in their sleeveless t-shirts and straining denim, but Jesse was cut and chiseled where his friends were bulky and thick.  He nodded up the sidewalk at an approaching woman and cleared his throat, stepping in front of his two friends.  

Before he could open his mouth the woman looked at them and grinned, tilting her head to the side.  “Whoooo...flash those tits, boys,” she laughed, continuing on her way.  

Jesse was too stunned to respond.  He stood, open mouthed and silent, blinking after the laughing woman.  “What the fuck was that,” he cried, trying to save face as he turned back to his friends.  “That was fuckin’ weeeooooohhhh!”  The muscled blonde let out a short laugh when he saw what the other two had on.  Their t-shirts had been cut off, not even reaching to cover the bottom of their protruding pecs.  Chris and Matt looked just as stunned as they stood with their firm, flat stomachs and solid nipples suddenly on display.  Already lacking sleeves, their shirts were little more than useless patches of bright fabric across the top of their chests.  “What did you do to your shirts?!” 

“What’d you do to yours,” Matt shot back, giving Jesse’s exposed washboard a backhanded slap.  

“Fuck!”  Jesse gasped and blushed upon discovering his shirt had been similarly altered, leaving all of his tanned, ripped torso south of his nipples on display.  “But...but how is this posibuuuuhhh!”  He yelped, going up on his toes, his eyes wide.  

“What?  What just happened,” Chris asked, his eyes darting between his bare, hairy stomach and his stiff, frozen friend.  

The blonde man stammered, his face going bright red.  “I...I think...my underwear just…” 

“OH SHIT!” Matt laughed, a hand going to his mouth to hide his smile.  “It sure did.”  He reached out with his other hand to give Jesse’s bright purple whale tail a snap.  

“Hey!”  The blonde man danced out of the way, turning pale as he looked at the strings of his altered underwear.  There should have been the elastic band of a pair of boxer briefs, not the embarrassing, tell-tale signs of a thong.  It didn’t make sense.  The young jock didn’t own anything like it, and even if he did, he’d never wear it to work.  “This isn’t funny!” he barked.  “Something’s happening!”  

“I...I think he’s right…” Chris stuttered.  The bearded brunette was grabbing the back of his jeans, and where the elastic band of Jesse’s boxer briefs had vanished, the one poking up out of Chris’s pants had grown thicker.  “I think I’m wearing…” 

He was cut off as another wave of alterations hit.  Like their shirts, all at once the men’s pants pulled up their legs until they’d nearly vanished altogether.  Thick, hairy thighs, meaty, chocolate trunks, and tanned, granite quads were all on display as the trio stared at their new daisy dukes.  The patches of denim were almost as pointless as the remains of their shirts, leaving more on display than they could ever hope to cover.  With the exception of a thin patch running across the top of his muscled cheeks, Jesse’s firm, dimpled bubble was entirely on display.  The same went for Chris, who was proven right about his underwear when he discovered the exposed bands of a jockstrap lifting his plump, hairy bottom as it hung in the open air.  Matt’s briefs had remained the same shape, but the new hot pink color popped against his dark skin as the bright fabric spilled out from beneath the useless shorts for everyone to see.  

The trio couldn’t decide if they wanted to laugh or cry as they looked at each other in their work boots, cut-offs, and barely present tank-tops.  Chris and Matt were like caricatures with their stocky muscle bulging out of the skimpy outfits, and Jesse’s ripped build looked more like it should be heading for a street corner than a construction site.  If anything, the remains of their clothes only made them feel more exposed, accentuating curving muscle and teasing what little bits of their bodies weren’t already on display.  As the three young men stared at each other it was clear they all wanted to say something, but none of them could find the words.  

“Daaaaamn, look at those!”  

The trio went from looking horrified to annoyed at the sound of the shouting man.  

“Aw, come on sweet cheeks, shake ‘em for me!”  

There was a tense moment of silence before Matt shrugged and looked over at Jesse.  “You said it was your turn.”  

“Ugh,” the ripped blonde groaned, rolling his eyes.  He reluctantly turned from his friends to see a middle aged man hanging out his car window.  

The man’s grin was lecherous. “Pretty little thing, ain’t ya?  Come on...you’re showin’ it off, put that ass to work!”  

Jesse sighed and turned his back, flexing his sculpted arms behind his head as he shook his hips.  The young jock felt a rush of humiliation at the sensation of his bare cheeks bouncing out of his shorts, but he couldn’t stop himself.  What he was doing felt wrong on every level.  He knew he shouldn't be dressed this way or acting this way.  None of them should.  Something terrifyingly impossible was happening to them, but he had no way of knowing what.  

“Thanks, gorgeous,” the man laughed as he sped off.  

Jesse took a deep breath to slow his racing heart and stopped twerking, suddenly feeling ridiculous for overreacting just then.  True, the guys could be annoying, but at the end of the day he loved the attention.  So did Matt and Chris.  It was the reason they dressed the way they did.  They didn’t walk around three-quarters naked just for the hell of it.  They wanted to show off, to be called out.  And not just to strangers passing on the street.  They were the site’s eye candy, and they needed to act accordingly.  It was their job to keep the guys happy, whatever that took.  Sometimes that meant helping with the actual work, but most of the time it meant bouncing on someone’s cock or swallowing buckets of cum.  

“Another satisfied customer,” Matt laughed when Jesse returned.  The beefy man had undone his fly, letting a tantalizing shock of hot pink bulge show through.  

“Eh, could’a been better,” Chris said, unimpressed.  The bearded man turned and shook his hips, setting his plump globes into rippling, rhythmic motion.  “Can’t twerk abs...gotta have an ass in the first place if you’re gonna shake it.”  

“Says the white boy,” Matt laughed.  

The stocky, bearded young jock turned his twerking backside in Matt’s direction, backing up until the hairy cakes were clapping against his friend’s pink briefs.  “Hey, I learned it by watching you.”   

“Then your fat ass can take the next one,” Jesse said, flexing his abs.  

“He might be a little busy.” The other two looked over where Matt was nodding and saw one of the older guys on site motioning for Chris to come over.  He’d caught the furry hunk’s impromptu demonstration, and the gruff, sweaty man had a hand on his crotch and a hungry grin on his face.  

Chris stopped shaking, pulling away from Matt’s semi-hard bulge.  “Looks like Gary needs some help.”  

“Or a hole,” Matt added, a jealous ring to his voice.  

The hairy ball of muscle snapped the straps of his jock and winked at his friends.  “If I’m lucky.”  

**********

Ben loved the ecstatic moans echoing above the noisy construction as the bearded, beefy stud was plowed by the older man.  They’d stepped out of sight, but moments later the young jock’s lustful cries started bellowing across the work site.  Other than a few grinning, shaking heads, everyone acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  Ben couldn’t resist trying it for himself.  

He walked over and made a show of checking out Matt as the bigger man leaned against a shovel, his ass stuck out prominently behind him.  “Cute undies.  Got anything in ‘em,” he asked, looking down at his own massive bulge.  

“You tell me,” Matt grinned, pushing down the front of his open shorts as he grabbed and lifted his neon bulge.  The heavy lump was well above average, but nowhere near Ben’s impossible size.  

“Eh,” Ben shrugged.  

Matt took the challenge, reaching up to tweak an exposed nipple while he kneaded the front of his briefs.  His thick hose twitched and hardened until the dark, shiny head just barely poked up above the elastic waist in an impressive display of size.  

“Not bad,” Ben nodded, fighting the urge to keep his own beast from hardening in response.  “You and your friends ever need some extra cash, come see me at Trunks.  Ask for Ben.”  

He turned and left the rigid young stud poking out of his briefs.  He could have stood and watched his new creations all day, but he had to get home and get cleaned up.  With the bar’s growing popularity they needed extra staff, and people weren’t going to hire themselves.