You Can Only Change Yourself (Patreon)

Jeremy stared at his ceiling, still shaken from his odd dreams.  The young jock didn’t normally have nightmares, but he could still vividly recall the sensation of being chased down an endless series of dark, twisting hallways.  He never saw what was chasing him, but he kept hearing the old woman’s voice saying “you can’t change other people, you can only change yourself.”  

He didn’t know why he’d even bothered talking to her.  He had his headphones in at the grocery store like always, but she’d been insistent as they stood in a checkout line that seemed frozen in place.  When she asked why he was upset, instead of stopping to wonder how she knew, the fit blonde told her everything.  He unloaded about his roommate Eric, how the other man was always walking all over him, and how he always had over the course of their friendship.  Now that they were out of college and living together, he didn’t feel like his friend was pulling his weight.  He did all the cleaning and the cooking and paid most of their bills while all Eric wanted to do was work out and play video games like always.   

She’d simply smiled and put a wrinkled hand on his arm, telling him that he’d be less worried if he just accepted people for who they were.  After all, she said, people were only going to be who they were going to be.  He couldn’t change his friend, so maybe he was the one who needed to change, she’d said again.  Jeremy had nodded politely and left, still angry, only now he was mad at Eric and himself for opening up in such an odd way.  

“Yeah, change yourself...like it’s that easy,” Jeremy sighed, tossing his sheets aside and rolling out of bed.  The fit blonde stood and stretched his muscled frame, scratching sleepily at the front of his bouncing boxers as he stumbled out of his room.  

His dark haired friend was already in the hall, heading back to his bed for more sleep while Jeremy was getting up for a day of work.  “Hey man,” Eric yawned.  “Sounded like you had a hell of a night...I could hear you thrashing all the way in my room.”  

Jeremy bit down on his resentment and nodded.  “Fuckin’ weird nightmares, man.  I haven’t had...one…” he trailed off as his sleepy brain finally registered the smattering of dark hair across his friend’s chest and abs.  Though he’d seen Eric in his underwear almost daily, he couldn’t seem to look away from the boxer-brief clad stud.  “Did you finally hit puberty or something?  Where’d that hair come from,” he laughed awkwardly, still staring at his friend’s sculpted chest.  

“I dunno, man.  I’ve never really been hairy before...maybe it’s just a late bloomer thing.”  Eric grinned and cocked his head to the side, puffing out his newly hirsute pecs as his friend stared.  “Why?  You like looking at ‘em?”  

“What?  No, I was just curious,” Jeremy said a bit too quickly.  He could feel the heat rising to his blushing face, an awareness that only made him turn a deeper shade of red.  

“Then how come your face just turned purple?” Eric lifted a hand and let it drift through the wiry new hairs, flexing a solid arm in the process.  “Dude, you totally do!” he cheered when he caught his blushing friend still staring at him.  “You’re practically drooling, bro.”  

“The fuck I am!” Jeremy barked, finally looking away.  The crimson blonde stuck out his own impressive, though still smooth, chest, posturing defensively.  “You’re the one feelin’ yourself up in front of me.”  

“You mean like this?”  Eric flashed a smug grin, pursing his stubble-lined lips as he slowly worked a finger up the center of his washboard abs and under the cresting mounds of his solid pecs to circle around one of his tiny nipples.  He toyed with the waist of his boxer briefs with the other hand, the whole time watching his embarrassed friend stare, transfixed by what he saw.  The dark haired stud was especially interested in the sudden bouncing coming from the muscled blonde’s boxers, something that the other man seemed oblivious to.  

“Come on, man...this is...this is gettin’ weird,” Jeremy stammered, his eyes slowly traveling up and down Eric’s chiseled, olive-hued frame.  There was a part of him that wondered why he was just standing there and taking the abuse from his friend, but, despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t turn away.  

“Fuck, man, are you hard right now?” With a swift motion, Eric abruptly stopped groping himself and reached over to tug Jeremy’s boxers down, letting his friend’s thick, six-inch pole spring free. 

“Hey!” Jeremy yelped, mortified at having his confusingly rigid cock put on display.  It wasn’t the first time his friend had seen it in such a state, but it was, as far as he knew, the first time Eric had been the cause.   

The dark-haired stud was relentless, his arrogant smirk growing even wider as he nodded down at the bobbing organ.  “You are!  What the fuck, dude?  You really just throw some wood staring at me?”  

N..no!  No!  Of course not!” Jeremy stammered, too flustered to even think of putting himself away.  A part of him was furious at Eric’s condescending mocking and wanted nothing more than to punch his friend in the face, but a larger part wanted to do something else altogether with his hands as he was strangely, and increasingly, turned on by the other man’s taunting.  “It’s just early, that’s all,” he said, not even convincing himself.  

“You sure you don’t want to see some real meat?”  Eric pushed the waist of his boxer briefs down to the base of his cock, using his fingers to tug the legs up until his heavy, sizeable bulge was isolated and thrust forward.  “I’ll show it to you if you ask me nice,” he said, his voice dropping.  “But you gotta tell me how bad you want to see it.”  

Jeremy’s heart was racing as he stared at his friend’s girthy package, his own cock still exposed and throbbing.  He had no idea why Eric was being so aggressive.  In all the years he’d known him, his friend had never acted even remotely like the way he was acting that morning.  Jeremy knew that Eric was well aware of how good he looked.  With his athletic physique and handsome, brooding features the dark-haired man was constantly turning heads, but he usually at least pretended to be modest about it.  Eric had no problems strutting around the locker room or letting it all hang out in the apartment, but Jeremy had never seen his friend taunt anyone with his looks the way he was taunting him.  “I…” he started, giving his friend’s inviting bulge one last look.  His eyes traced the outline of the plump cock coiled underneath the straining fabric, his mind flashing back to all the times he’d seen the swaying organ in all its exposed glory.   “...I don’t know why I’m still standing here,” he stammered, finally pulling his boxers up.  “Don’t know what the fuck your problem is this morning, man,” he blustered, storming off awkwardly with his tented boxers.  

Once he was alone in the bathroom, Jeremy was more concerned with what his problem was that morning.  He’d sized guys up in the showers, and he could admit when another man was attractive, but he’d never had a remotely gay thought in his life.  He also knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was every bit as attractive as Eric.  His friend may have had a slightly bigger dick, and the other man may have been able to use his sharp, dark features to rope in more ladies at the bar, but Jeremy was no slouch.  He shucked his boxers and flexed in the mirror as if to remind himself that with his shaggy blonde hair and lantern jaw he was a golden-skinned Adonis.  He put in just as much time at the gym as Eric and he had the sculpted muscle to prove it.  When it came down to it he could easily hold his own.  

Yet there he was, naked and hard and trying desperately not to wrap a hand around his aching cock while picturing his friend.  For whatever reason he no longer saw himself as Eric’s equal.  Just thinking back to the freshly sprouted hair on the other man’s pecs made him shiver as he suddenly viewed his own smooth mounds as shameful.  And though Eric’s impressive member only had an inch on him, Jeremy couldn’t help but view his own endowment as pitiful by comparison.  

“Don’t know what got into that asshole this morning,” he muttered as he slid the shower door open, the warm stream hissing to life.  “Don’t know what got into me either, though...fuck...” he sighed, frustrated by his eager cock’s refusal to calm down.  The fit blonde told himself he wasn’t going to give in.  He may have started tugging away, but Jeremy refused to let his mind drift back to the odd encounter in the hallway.  He thought back to the last hookup he’d had a few nights before, trying to focus on the nimble brunette’s supple breasts, or how her thick lips had felt wrapped around his pumping rod.  When that didn’t work he switched to the bottom-heavy ginger, and how her ass had bounced and jiggled as he’d plowed into it, then to the fit, tight blonde whose pussy had worked his cock like a third hand and whose ecstatic screams had filled the apartment.  

It was a futile effort.  No matter how much he fought against them, his thoughts always tried to drift back to his hung, handsome friend.  His resolve waning, Jeremy was about to give in when the bathroom door swung open without warning.  “The fuck, dude?!”  he yelped, dick in hand, as Eric casually sauntered in.  “Forget how to knock?”  

“Why bother,” Eric said, shrugging his broad shoulders as he stripped out of his boxer briefs.  “Like I didn’t know you’re in here jerking off?  You’re also using up all the hot water.”  

“Hey!  Whoa!  This is...what’re you…” Jeremy stuttered, his cock surging in his hand as Eric stepped in behind him.  

“Don’t let me stop you,” Eric said with the same smug, condescending tone.  “I’ll get your back while you finish up.”  

Jeremy froze, trying to process what was happening.  He was standing with his dick in his hand while gawking at his naked friend, who’d just let himself into the shower with him, and he was actually entertaining the idea of doing as the other man suggested.  “Are you...you’re serious?”  

“I’ll let you do mine if you get done...don’t want you blowing all over me,” Eric said as he began lathering Jeremy’s wide upper back.  

The stunned blonde gasped at the sensation of his friend’s rough hands travelling down his back.  He couldn’t help it.  Despite the crushing embarrassment, he started pumping away, his face burning with each little whimper that escaped his lips.  He groaned when Eric’s hands slid down his tapering sides to begin soaping up his perky bubble, his chest heaving as he felt himself preparing to cross a line he never thought he’d cross.  Especially not in such a sticky, explosive fashion.  “OOOHHHHHHHHuuunnnnnhhh!”  Jeremy let out a cracking moan when Eric’s soapy hand slid under his cheeks and brushed against his churning balls, the sensation finally pushing him over the edge.  He spasmed against his friend, spurting out load after load while his face burned with shame.  

“Impressive,” Eric whistled, giving Jeremy’s perky rear a slap before swapping places with the spent stud.  “Well?  What are you waiting for?” he finally asked after a tense moment of staring at the blushing blonde.  

“Oh! Uh...sorry,” Jeremy stammered, his hands shaking as he reached out and began lathering up the hairy mounds he’d just been fantasizing about.  His stomach fluttered under Eric’s piercing gaze as his friend watched him lather up every inch of his torso.  When Jeremy’s trembling hands reached the other man’s trimmed bush, Eric simply thrust his hips forward, grinning at the wide-eyed look on the blonde’s face as he gingerly handled the heavy organ.  

Jeremy’s mind reeled at their actions, warring with the contented bliss coursing through him after the potent release.  He kept expecting to be disgusted as he felt Eric’s hairy muscle, and the way the other man’s cock twitched and throbbed in his hands.  When the olive-skinned stud finally turned and presented his back, Jeremy couldn’t believe how badly he wanted Eric’s eyes on him again, and the other man’s cock back in his hand.  He’d been humiliated under their penetrating stare, but he somehow felt more naked and exposed without them, and his palms burned to finish what they’d started.  

He felt none of the revulsion he thought he should when Eric instead wiggled his hips and Jeremy found his soapy hand cleaning the other man’s musky crack.  The blonde jock had horsed around with guys in the shower before, but this was the first time he’d ever had such intimate contact with another man’s body, and he loved every second of it.  His heart raced and his body trembled with an excitement he hadn’t felt since his first pubescent gropings under the bleachers.  He bent to lather up Eric’s thighs, giving a yelp when the other man turned without warning and knocked him to the ground.  

The dark-haired man let out a quiet sigh as he smiled down at Jeremy while stroking his long, thick club.  “I asked you before if you liked what you saw.  Do you?”  Jeremy swallowed hard and nodded as he gazed up at Eric, knowing his adoring eyes would betray his lying voice.  “Then let me hear you say it,” Eric ordered.  

“I...I like it..” 

Eric took a deep breath, his smile spreading.  “So you want me to keep going?”  

“Ye...yeah...yes!”  Jeremy said when Eric stopped at his silence.  

The dark-haired man nodded, flexing an arm as he ran a hand through his short, damp hair.  “Even though I’m gonna cum all over you?”  He laughed at Jeremy’s crimson-faced nodding, waving a disapproving finger at the prone stud.  “Is that how you ask politely for something?”  

Jeremy couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth.  “Please!” he begged.  

“Please what?”  

It was almost enough of a line to keep the desperate blonde in check, but he couldn’t help himself.  “Ple...please cum on me…”

The stroking man just nodded and tensed, bucking his hips as a sticky explosion rained down on Jeremy.  The seated jock groaned, his muscled body purple with embarrassment as he savored every warm, salty drop.  “You’re welcome,” Eric grunted, reaching down to tousle Jeremy’s hair before exiting the shower.  

**********

Sitting behind his desk at work several hours later, Jeremy was still trying to process the morning’s strange events.  The confused young man had to be careful how much thought he gave them, though, as the slightest recollection of Eric’s ripped frame and thick cock towering over him, and how the warm explosion had felt spattering against his face, caused his own organ to throb uncontrollably.  

He felt like he was going crazy.  It wasn’t just their behavior that had changed; Jeremy was certain that Eric’s body looked different.  His friend had never had a coating of wiry black hair across his chest or down his abs before, and even if he’d secretly been keeping himself manscaped this whole time, Jeremy had seen his friend’s smooth torso the night before.  There was no way that much hair could have sprouted overnight.  

And then there was the issue of the muscle it covered.  Eric seemed broader than he should have.  It was a subtle change, and Jeremy couldn’t be entirely sure that his addled mind wasn’t simply magnifying the other man in his memories, but the dark-haired stud looked bigger.  Having lived and worked out with him for so long, Jeremy was well versed in Eric’s body.  His friend was never one for wearing a shirt unless he absolutely had to, which is how he was able to tell that Eric’s already-impressive pecs hadn’t just grown hair; they’d grown muscle.  They looked rounder than they should, hanging even more prominently than normal off the other man’s torso.  It was enough to throw Eric’s carefully sculpted frame slightly out of proportion, especially when his thickened arms were thrown into the equation.  Like his friend’s chest, the wiry hairs on Eric’s forearms had thickened in time with the other man’s upper arms, leaving the olive-skinned hunk with a set of arms that made Jeremy’s sizeable guns seem small.  

“Fuck,” Jeremy muttered under his breath.  He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, grateful that his desk concealed the obvious lump as thinking back on the sight of Eric’s inflating biceps while his friend jerked himself off caused the blushing blonde’s chinos to tighten.  

He didn’t know how he was going to make it through the day.  Trying to think about work was pointless.  His mind constantly drifted back to the sensation of his friend’s rough hands lathering up his body, and the electric jolt of pleasure when they brushed against his virgin hole.  He still didn’t understand why he’d let any of it happen in the first place, let alone why he was suddenly so desperate for it to continue.  He’d never fooled around with a guy in his life, nor had he ever wanted to.  And even if he did, Jeremy imagined that he’d be the big, dominant one, not the guy who felt small and out of control.  He was always in charge when it came to sex, and even with some of his kinkier hook ups the blonde adonis had never let himself be the bound one, or the one who couldn’t call the shots.  He was the one strapping a girl to the bed, not the other way around, and he liked it that way.  Or so he thought.  

As if reading his mind, Jeremy’s phone buzzed with an incoming text from Eric.  “You’re still thinking about me, aren’t you?” it read.  

“What the hell is this dude’s deal today,” Jeremy sighed.  His hands trembled and his heart started racing, but not from the surge of anger he expected in response to his friend’s smug text.  When Jeremy’s tanned face turned a deep shade of red, it was from the embarrassing realization that he was excited by the thought of Eric giving him attention, no matter how arrogant or condescending.  He knew he should put his phone down and ignore the message altogether, but he was hitting send on a reply that read “all morning” before he could think to stop himself.  

“Yeah?  Prove it,” Eric replied.  

Jeremy bit back on a groan, forcing himself to look casual.  He checked to make sure no one was looking before pushing his chair back and snapping a picture of the rigid pole outlined against his pants.  He screamed at himself as he sent it to Eric, unable to believe that he’d just texted his friend a picture of his hard dick.  

“Let me see the real thing.”  

Jeremy’s heart was a hummingbird in his chest.  His legs shook and his hands fumbled as he grabbed a folio from his desk and headed for the bathroom, feeling like a horny middle schooler trying to hide his boner while walking to class.  The whole time he told himself he really wasn’t going to go through with it.  He was just walking to the bathroom to clear his head, not to do anything else.  He tore his pants open as soon as he was in a stall, fishing out his throbbing six inches and sending a picture of it to Eric.  

“Awww, the little guy needs some attention,” his friend replied, adding a frowning emoji.  “Send me a video.”  

It wasn’t a request, and Jeremy didn’t treat it like one.  Mortified, the brawny blonde grabbed a handful of toilet paper and started stroking, feeling a terrified thrill at the thought of jerking off at work.  He was well aware that getting caught would cost him his job, if not an indecent exposure charge on top of it, but, for whatever reason, saying no to Eric wasn’t an option.  He froze whenever he heard someone enter and had to bite his lip to keep from whimpering, but he did as he was told.  Though it felt like hours from his humiliated perspective, as worked up as he was it only took Jeremy a few minutes to explode, soaking through the wad of paper with the force of his release.  He sent the video to Eric and sat in stunned silence, catching his breath as he waited for a reply.  

“Good job, buddy...quick as ever.”  Eric sent the condescending response with a wink to rub salt in Jeremy’s humiliated wound.  The blonde stud had always liked to brag about his staying power in the bedroom, and he was already painfully aware of how fast he’d just popped.  “We’ll see if you can last longer when you get home.” Jeremy had no idea what Eric was planning, and his friend didn’t appear inclined to share as he stopped responding.  

The rest of Jeremy’s day passed at a glacial pace.  He tried to lose himself in his work to take his mind off the impending events, still unsure if he was terrified or thrilled at everything that was happening.  The more he dwelled on how wrong it all should have been, the more it turned him on, and the more it turned him on, the more his thoughts drifted back to Eric, which started the whole cycle over again.  It left him antsy and distracted, full of a nervous energy that made sitting still for more than a few minutes at a time impossible.  His growing sense of confinement in his stuffy business attire wasn’t helping either.  He wanted to rip the fitted shirt from his broad torso, to tear the uncomfortably tight pants from his lower half and give his aching cock the freedom it longed for.  

He practically ran to his car at the end of the day, feeling like he was going to explode.  His heart raced and his hands shook as they clutched the wheel, refusing to let go out of fear that Jeremy wouldn’t be able to make it home before whipping his dick out.  The flustered jock was mortified at how seriously he’d considered it, forcing himself instead to focus on just getting home.  The sight of Eric’s car in the driveway only made things worse as Jeremy knew that walking through the door also meant crossing a line he couldn’t uncross.  There was a small part of him that wanted to throw the car in reverse and just drive away from all of the sudden strangeness, but Eric was waiting for him inside and he couldn’t let his friend down.  

Jeremy crept through the backdoor, hoping to make it to his room before running into his friend.  He thought that if he could at least relieve some of the unrelenting pressure he could come at things with a clear head, and since Eric hadn’t jumped on him as soon as he’d walked in he figured he had a few minutes.  He made his way up the stairs as quietly as he could, popping the buttons of his shirt and opening his pants to expose the top of his boxers as he rounded the corner to his room.  

“What the fuck…” Jeremy froze as he entered, his stomach dropping at the sight of his open closet and dresser drawers, all of which were now mostly empty.  He saw a few pairs of pants and a couple work shirts in the closet, and his dresser still held a smattering of small gym shorts, but everything else was gone.  

“Thought I heard you sneak up here.”  

Jeremy started trembling at the sound of his friend’s deep voice behind him.  “Dude, did...you…” he broke off in a gasp when he turned around and saw the other man threatening to burst out of his boxer briefs, confirming his suspicions from earlier.  Looking at the buff, nearly-naked stud in the doorway, with his massive pecs, thick, beefy arms, and tight, tapering waist, Jeremy knew It wasn’t just his confusing new feelings that had made Eric seem larger.  Somehow, in less than a day, the dark-haired man had packed on months’ worth of muscle, his thickened thighs and expanded rear further accentuating his trim midsection and leaving him with a curvy, muscled figure.  He’d always been fit, but now the olive-skinned hunk could have walked onstage at a bodybuilding competition.  The coating of dark, wiry hairs was still in place, but instead of obscuring Eric’s new muscle it seemed to enhance it, adding to the overwhelming masculinity radiating off the grinning stud.  “Holy shit, man...you’re fuckin’ jacked!” 

Eric’s expression was smug as he flexed his piston arms and mountainous pecs.  “I know,” was all he said, continuing to flex as his friend gawked at him.  

There were too many questions racing through Jeremy’s addled brain, so he grabbed onto the easiest.  He knew he should have been asking about his friend’s impossible growth, but he was still trying to wrap his head around it.  “Where’d all my shit go,” he asked, not taking his eyes off Eric’s expanded body as he nodded back over his shoulder.  

“I got rid of it,” Eric said, his tone casual as if it should have been obvious.  

“What?!  Dude!  You can’t just...what the fuck am I supposed to wear?  Those were all my clothes!”  Jeremy finally pulled his eyes away, shaking his head as he buried his face in his hands.  He was quickly becoming overwhelmed.  “Okay, look man, something really weird is going on.  Have you looked in a mirror?  People don’t just grow like that!”  Jeremy lifted his face and motioned down to his exposed torso and the tented boxers poking out through his open pants.  “And look at us!  What are we even doing?!  Why are you being such a diiimmphh!”  Jeremy was cut off when Eric stepped forward and abruptly shoved a pair of fingers in his mouth.  Instead of biting down or pulling away like he wanted, Jeremy only raised his eyebrows, a surprised look on his face.  

“Were you going to say dick?  Let’s pretend that’s what these are,” Eric said flatly, ignoring the blustering blonde’s outburst.  “I want to see your technique before we try it with the real thing.”  

Jeremy clenched his fists, his whole body turning crimson as he pursed his lips and began bobbing his head back and forth in short, hesitant sweeps.  He’d never thought about anything other than receiving when it came to blowjobs, but now, when he knew he should be pulling away and throwing Eric through a wall, he instead found himself trying to mimic all the techniques he’d enjoyed.

“That’s better,” Eric cooed, stroking his friend’s head with his free hand.  “This is what your mouth is for, not arguing.  Got it?  Now strip.”    Jeremy couldn’t believe the surge that shot through his cock at the sound of Eric’s stern tone.  He nodded as best he could, barely able to meet the other man’s unwavering gaze as the admonishment drove him on.  He shrugged off his shirt and shoved down his pants and boxers as he started working his tongue around Eric’s fingers, letting his eyes drift shut while his rolling head finally found a rhythm.  “See?  This is so much easier than fighting.  And since when did you think you could fit this thing in your old clothes?  I don’t know where you got the ones you’re wearing, but I’m surprised they made it through the day.”  

Jeremy’s eyes shot open when Eric reached down and slapped his exposed rear, the unexpected ripple hitting him like a punch in the stomach.  He couldn’t fully turn his head with the other man’s fingers in his mouth, but he could see his altered reflection in his periphery.  The sight left him dizzy as his frantic brain finally pieced together why his pants had felt increasingly tight.  It wasn’t his constant arousal after all, but a sudden excess of flesh.  As with Eric, Jeremy found himself looking at a body that was no longer precisely sculpted, but one that was noticeably bottom heavy.  “MMMHHMMMHHmm!”  He moaned around the invading digits when his friend’s fingers slipped between the freshly inflated mounds and began pressing against his tight hole, unable to believe how good it felt when they wormed inside.  The stunned blonde was shell shocked as he stood squirming in Eric’s embrace, both loving and dreading the realization that his untouched cock was about to erupt from having his ass and mouth fingered by the other man.  

“You like that?” Eric asked, pulling both sets of fingers free.  He gave Jeremy’s plumped mounds a rough squeeze when the other man didn’t immediately respond.  

“Yes!” Jeremy practically screamed.  He shifted his weight from foot to foot, the sudden emptiness making him feel exponentially worse than any of the embarrassment he’d felt.  

Eric took Jeremy’s hand and guided it to his own bulge, grinding the tented boxer briefs against his friend’s palm.  “Do you want the real thing?”  

“Please!” Jeremy was wide-eyed, nodding like a bobblehead.  He knew he must look ridiculous with his ample new cheeks hanging off his otherwise proportional body as he begged for his friend’s cock, but none of that mattered.  

Eric traced a finger along Jeremy’s chiseled pecs, dragging out the question.  “And where do you want me to fuck you?  In that pretty mouth, or in that fat ass?”  

“A...ass…” Jeremy whispered, his face burning.  

Eric shook his head and gave an exasperated sigh.  “Is that how we ask?”  

Even in his overwhelmed state, the humiliated blonde knew this was the line.  The next words to leave his mouth would send him hurtling into a future he’d never once imagined, one where women didn’t line up for a spot in his bed, but one where he paraded his altered body for Eric’s pleasure, desperate to do whatever his friend told him.  “Ple...please daddy...fuck my fat ass,” he begged, unsure if the sensation of the ground falling out from under him was merely due to Eric shoving him back onto his bed, or something much deeper.  He stared over at his barren closet and empty dresser while his legs were hefted onto the other man’s shoulders, shivering at the hairy chest brushing against the undersides of his thighs and wondering what could have possibly caused such an impossible change in both of them.  He was just beginning to register the fact that he’d called his friend “daddy” when he felt Eric’s bulbous head push against him.

There was no room for thought after that, just blinding ecstasy when Eric worked himself inside.  Jeremy’s vision went white and he could hear himself howling until the other man shoved his fingers back in his mouth.  When his sight finally cleared, Jeremy found himself grunting and sucking furiously on the fingers, his inflated cheeks rippling from the force of Eric’s thrusting.  His own cock oozed uselessly onto his abs as he writhed under the other man’s penetrating gaze, a flood of contentment washing over him.  Eric may have liked to embarrass him and order him around, but Jeremy liked it just as much.  He was in safe hands, and he needed a strong, rugged man like his friend to take care of him. 

Jeremy tried to hold onto the knowledge that the thought was wrong.  He didn’t like being embarrassed and ordered around.  Or did he?  Was his ass impossibly inflated, or had he been building it because Eric told him to?  His friend loved watching it bounce and twerk just as much as he loved making Jeremy show it off in public.  Were his clothes missing?  Or did he only wear what Eric gave him?  And had the other man’s body suddenly expanded, or had his friend been bulking for years?  Wasn’t that why Jeremy worked at the mall all day?  So he could pay their bills while Eric spent hours in the gym getting ready for his next lifting competition?   

“HHHNNOOOhhnhhh….” the penetrated blonde groaned, unsure if it was just his mind or the very fabric of reality that was changing.  He tried to tell himself that he’d just spent the day in an office, not selling women’s clothing at the mall.  He flirted with the chesty blonde receptionist at the office, not the boyfriends of the women who came into his store.  He was confident and masculine, not flamboyant and ditzy.  He’d just finished a degree and had the start of a promising career.  He wasn’t the vain, giggling bimbo he saw prancing around the gym for Eric’s grizzled friends.  “OOHHHhhhhhmygod...omigod...oh god…” Jeremy shrieked, his hands clutching at his friend’s broad back.  “Babe...you’re like...gonna make me cum...real quick…” Jeremy whined, unable to tell if he was really a straight, young professional, or nothing but Eric’s giggling bottom.  

“How’s that any different than normal?” Eric laughed.  

Jeremy stuck out a pouting lower lip.  “Hey!  I can to...totally...laaasssSSAAAHHH!”  He arched his back and clutched at the bed as he came, soaking his chest and face with the force of his eruption.  He could hear Eric laughing over the sound of his blissful screams as the other man stared at his ecstasy-twisted face with an arrogant grin.  

The olive-skinned stud took his time finishing, working Jeremy for what felt like hours.  The blonde puddle of muscle came three more times before his friend finished, the thick layer of liquid coating his chiseled torso making it clear that his former stamina was a thing of the past.  “You always make such a mess,” Eric finally laughed, sending a shiver through Jeremy as his stubbled chin scraped the other man’s smooth chest when he bent down to lick the sticky puddle.  

“Can’t...help it…” Jeremy panted, feeling a waterfall pour from between his oversized globes when Eric pulled free.  “Just means my daddy did a good job,” he sighed, running a finger through his friend’s sweaty chest hair.  

“Only the best for my girl,” Eric purred, planting a long, rough kiss that made what remained of Jeremy’s resistance fade away.  He’d bristled at hearing himself call Eric “daddy” again, and at being called a girl, but as soon as his friend’s tongue met his own there was nothing he’d rather be.  “Oh, babe, before I forget, I got you something on the way home,” the hairy stud said when he broke off the kiss and hurried from the room.  “I remember you saying you liked these.  Tuck and some of the guys from the gym are coming over later so I thought you’d like to show ‘em off.”  Jeremy’s face went a deep red at the small, pink shorts in Eric’s hands.  The terry cloth fabric had “JUICY” written on the back, and given the size of his rotund cheeks, Jeremy knew they’d leave most of his athletic, altered body on display.  He also knew that was the point, just as he knew where things would eventually go with Tuck and the rest of Eric’s meathead friends.  

He hopped off the bed, the motion causing his cheeks to bounce as his muscled arms flailed excitedly.  “Oh!  Babe!  You remembered!” he cheered, holding the shorts in front of his waist.  They were smaller than the boxers he should have worn, and they’d leave none of his thick, heavy package to the imagination, if they fit at all, but the idea didn’t fill Jeremy with the horror it normally would have.  He shivered with anticipation at the thought of flitting around in the little shorts, waiting on the burly men all night instead of hanging out with them like one of the boys.  He didn’t want to watch sports anyway, not when there were new skincare tutorials on YouTube.  “You are, like, way too good to me,” he said, giving Eric a quick peck on the nose.  

“It’s a gift for me too, sweety,” the dark-haired stud rumbled, slapping Jeremy’s inflated rear.  “Now how about you clean us up and then make us some dinner?”  

The giggling blonde yelped at the slap and shook his cheeks, feeling a sense of pride, not shame, at the way they bounced and jiggled.  “I’ve got dinner right here,” he winked.