The Orientation (Patreon)

“Hey, look who’s awake!”  

Ryan blinked, his eyes struggling to focus on the blurry man standing over him as they fluttered open.  “What...what happened,” he croaked, trying, and failing, to lift his head.  He could turn it slightly from side to side with considerable effort, but the rest of his body was like lead.  “Where am I?  What is this?  Please...I don’t remember what…” 

“Whoa, hey, take it easy,” the man said, gently placing what seemed like a gigantic hand on Ryan’s chest.  “You’re fine.  I know this is a lot to take in, but try and relax.  You can’t move right now because you’re still in the middle of the process, that’s all.  You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”  

Ryan was more focused on wiggling his fingers and toes than listening to what the man said, nor did he catch the implication of the rough palm on his bare torso.  His brain was still slow and foggy, his memory full of holes as he frantically tried to piece together where he was or what could have possibly happened.  Though he was struggling to move, he didn’t think he was paralyzed as he could still feel everything, and he wasn’t in any pain that would suggest any other kind of injury.  He just felt tired and sluggish, with aching muscles and an itchy sensation that made his skin crawl.  

The last thing he remembered was showing up for his orientation at the resort.  It was supposed to be his last summer job before finally graduating from the university.  He wasn’t looking forward to being away from his friends on campus, but the money was good, and he was hoping for ample opportunities to get to know his female coworkers better.  The fit young blonde knew how things went behind the scenes at upscale resorts, and he was well aware that if his tight body and handsome face didn’t land any of the girls his age, there’d be plenty of bored housewives looking for a fling.  Years of varsity sports had left him with a lean, shredded body, and he wasn’t above using those looks if it meant extra tips.  He’d shown up for his orientation as scheduled, and he remembered walking into someone’s office and hearing a man’s voice, but then it all went black.  

“It’s all so foggy…why are you...” Ryan swallowed hard, his heart racing as he slowly realized the muscled giant towering over him was shirtless.  The man looked to be well over six feet tall and had a face that made even the groggy blonde jealous.  His features were sharp and symmetrical, with razor cheekbones that were softened by his full lips and dreamy eyes.  The man’s short, buzzed scalp only accentuated his overall size, and Ryan was sure that he wasn’t looking at a nurse as his eyes traveled over the man’s broad shoulders and mountainous pecs.  From his current vantage point he could only see so much, but Ryan made it all the way down the man’s piston arms and ripped, bare abs before his vision was obscured.  “Please...just tell me...what’s happening?”  Ryan blushed when the man stroked his chest and smiled at him, finally noticing the cool air wafting against his own naked frame.  

“You’re still at the resort,” the man said, his voice surprisingly smooth and light for someone his size.  “Why don’t we start with names?  You’re Ryan, right?  I’m Nick.  We’re going to be roommates.”  The muscled giant reached down and squeezed Ryan’s hand, his meaty paw brushing against the prone man’s exposed hip and sending a shiver through him.  “You don’t need to worry about the naked thing.  Trust me...you’ll get used to that quick.”  Nick grinned and raised an eyebrow as he looked Ryan up and down with a slow whistle.  “Not that you’ve got anything to hide.  You’re gonna be one of the lucky ones, I can tell.”  

Ryan was struggling to keep up with everything he was being told.  “Wait...why am I going to get used to being naked?  What do you mean ‘a lucky one’?” he asked, frantically trying to sit up.  

Nick gave a short laugh and shook his head.  “You didn’t read the fine print either, huh?  They got me like that, too.  Fuck...they got MOST of us like that.  All I saw were the dollar signs, you know?  Thought it’d be some easy money and then, boom, next thing I know I wake up like this.”  Nick motioned to the smooth, tanned mounds of muscle that were his massive pecs.  “Believe it or not I didn’t look a whole lot different than you when I got here.  I was a bit thinner, but I was a hairy guy too.”  

“What do you mean you woke up like…” Ryan trailed off as he registered the last of the sentence.  “Wait...but I’m not hairy,” he protested, struggling, and failing, to lift his head.  The tapering blonde had always been naturally smooth, but as Nick stroked his chest Ryan felt the giant’s meaty fingers sifting through an undeniable layer of soft wiry hair.  “What...what is that…” he gasped, his eyes wide.  

“Oh, shit!  Sorry, man.  I wasn’t here when they brought you in.  I just assumed this was already there,” he said, giving Ryan a sympathetic look as he ran his hand along the trail of hair that had spread from the blonde’s chest to split his abs down the middle.  “Don’t freak out...it’s not all bad.  You are gonna be one popular stud,” Nick laughed, clapping Ryan on a thigh.  “Not many hairy pretty boys around here, and I’m guessing you’re gonna be a furball by the time this is done.”  

Ryan wanted to scream as Nick’s hand clutched his thigh.  Instead of lean and toned his leg felt thicker than it should, the other man’s fingers biting into too much flesh.  “Nick...please...you’ve gotta help me.  I didn’t know!  They can’t just do...whatever...this is!  How...how do I stop it?”  

The big man shrugged his massive shoulders.  “You can’t.  Once it starts there’s no going back,” he said, his expression softening at the look of terror on Ryan’s face.  “No, no, don’t get me wrong.  I know you’re panicking right now.  Hell, I did too, but believe me...once this part’s over and done with?  It’s not so bad.  I said “lucky” before, but I mean that loosely.  No one complains too much around here...not once you get used to it.”  

Ryan whimpered and tried in vain to sit upright, his aching body refusing to cooperate.  “Used to what?!  What IS this place?”  

“You REALLY didn’t read the paperwork, did you?”  Nick sighed.  “Let me guess...looker like you probably thought you were gonna show up and fuck your way from one end of this place to the other, right?  Especially with that monster,” the big man said, nodding towards Ryan’s waist.  “Actually, damn...that’s gotten bigger already.”  

Ryan didn’t like the look of genuine surprise on the other man’s face.  “What are you talking about?!  What’s bigggguuuuuhhhhnn!”  He broke off in a loud groan when Nick reached down and wrapped a fist around the cock that Ryan hadn’t even noticed was hard.  

“I know this seems forward now, but once your brain catches up with your body you’ll be all too eager,” Nick said with a smug grin.  “And to answer your question...how’s that feel?”  

“Wha...wha...how are you…” Ryan stammered, struggling to wrap his head around how far Nick’s fist was traveling as he stroked.  It didn’t feel like the other man’s fingers were fully closed either, which should have been impossible.  Ryan had, or should have had, a slightly above average cock that was perfectly proportional to his lean frame, not some bulbous monster.  “Oh...oh god…” he moaned when Nick closed a second hand around the pulsing beast and still didn’t cover the entire thing.  

“Shit, buddy, you’ve gotta be close to ten inches already,” Nick whistled.  “And those bull balls are already workin’ overtime.  You ARE gonna be a popular one,” he laughed, holding up a finger that was dripping with the addled blonde’s leaking cum.  Ryan was horrified as he tried to picture his toned frame covered in hair with a monstrous package dangling between his legs, but he was quickly distracted when Nick shoved the sticky finger in his mouth and licked it clean.  “Tasty,” the muscled hulk said, grinning at Ryan’s look of horror.  “I know, I know, you’re panicking.  But if it makes you feel any better, you could have ended up like this.”  

Ryan’s eyes went wide when Nick stepped fully into view, giving him an unobstructed look at his chiseled, brawny body.  As stunning as the tanned bodybuilder was in nothing but the tiny thong he wore, Ryan’s eyes immediately locked on the petite, barely visible bulge between Nick’s mammoth quads.  

“Like I said...I was a lot like you when I first got here.  I wasn’t hung like a horse or anything, but it was a lot bigger than this,” the big man said, tugging down the skimpy green underwear to reveal a two-inch nub with tiny, matching balls.  The miniscule equipment would have looked small on anyone, but it was an especially ridiculous contrast to the beefy hunk’s ample build and striking, masculine face.  “Small, right?  That’s the point.  Guys go crazy for a meathead like me with a tiny little baby dick.  They’ll watch me flex and pose for hours with the little guy.  Don’t get me wrong, it was humiliating at first, but after a while…” he sighed and gave his tiny package a squeeze, swallowing the entire thing in one large hand.  “Never thought I’d say it when I first got here, but turns out I like being on the receiving end waaaaaay more than giving anyway,” he said, turning and giving the round, chiseled globes of his ass a swat.  “Plus a body like this?  Not such a bad trade in the long run.  You’ll see...you’ll come to love all that extra bulk.”  

“What...what extra bulk…” Ryan croaked, unable to take his eyes off the naked adonis.  His stomach was fluttering and he was still desperate to move, only now he questioned what he’d do with that freedom.  The part of him that wanted to run screaming from the room was suddenly at war with a part that wanted nothing more than to get his hands on Nick’s tiny cock.  

“You, uh, you’re gonna be a thick one,” Nick said, an admiring look in his eyes.  “Those thighs are already getting huge, and you’ve got a nice, fuzzy little beachball growing down here.”  

“No!  Nooouuuuhhhh!”  Ryan’s horrified cry turned into a lustful moan when Nick reached down and stroked his expanding stomach.  The prone young man couldn’t see it, but he could feel his extra new weight give and shake under Nick’s prodding hands, and he could already tell that the hair had spread from a line down his stolen abs to a steady coating over his increasing gut.  The thought of his lean body ballooning and swelling made him nauseous, or at least it would have if not for the darts of pleasure his widened midsection brought him.  “Ffffuuuuuuuck...what are you...that feels…” he groaned, squirming against Nick’s stroking.  

“Ohhhh, so Papa Bear likes belly rubs...good to know,” Nick purred, stroking Ryan’s stomach in earnest and laughing at the look of wide-eyed ecstasy on the changing man’s face.  “See?  It’s not so bad.  Fuckin’ smooth abs and tiny waists are overrated anyway.  Believe me...you’ll be seein’ a lot of guys like that.  It gets old, quick.  One of the best benefits to working here is that you get access to the...unique...staff that the rest of these fucks are shelling out insane amounts of money for.  For real, dude, you think I’m a lot?  Wait’ll you meet Tony.  He’ll fuckin’ love you once he gets a look at that,” Nick said, giving Ryan’s oozing girder another stroke.  “Picture me, but with an ass out to here.”  Nick turned and held his hands six inches from the sides of his own already-sizeable rear and gave his hips a shake.  “Or Dylan, who’s all of about three feet tall with a dick half that size.  Or Mike, who looks like the All-American pretty boy you were about an hour ago, except with a nice, tight pussy instead.”  Nick sighed and stroked Ryan’s hair with one hand while the other squeezed the plump, meaty mounds that had replaced the blonde’s formerly modest pecs.  Instead of brushing across a wiry dusting, Ryan felt Nick’s fingers lace into a dense forest, the sensation nearly making him forget about the tight body he was in the process of losing.  “There are plenty more, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise.  We don’t have a lot of beefy, hairy guys, especially not ones with the face of a pretty, boy-next-door jock, so you’ll be a hot commodity.  Especially with an ass like this.”  

Ryan grunted when Nick slipped a hand underneath and gave his meaty cheeks a squeeze.  Like his unwanted new belly, his perky bubble seemed to have expanded considerably.  He didn’t know whether to be relieved or mortified at the thought of his handsome, youthful face sitting unchanged on top of a burly, bearish body, but it was becoming increasingly clear that he had little say in the matter.  

“Since we’re gonna be roomies and all, I should tell you...I might not be so good with the little guy anymore, but I’m still a wizard with these,” Nick purred, his fingers slipping between Ryan’s fattened cheeks.  

“OHHHHHH!” Ryan winced as he arched up off the bed and felt his excessive bulk shift and shake.  But as mortified as he was, all he cared about was the sensation of Nick’s fingers pressing against his virgin hole.  

“I think you’re just about done, Papa Bear,” Nick said, pulling his fingers away to stroke Ryan’s hairy new gut.  He slid his hand around the cresting belly and through the dense carpet on the blonde’s now-thick thighs before reversing course to pinch and tweak his juicy, forested pecs.  All the inflated blonde could do was squirm and moan, feeling like a piece of dough being kneaded as his bulky new body gave and yielded in unfamiliar ways.  

When he erupted a few moments later, Ryan was well aware that Nick’s hands were nowhere near his spurting geyser of a cock.  Not only had his body grown thick and furry, it had also apparently become incredibly sensitive.  “Oh...oh jesus…” Ryan moaned, rubbing at his cum-matted fur before he realized he was able to move again.  “Is it...am I done?”  

“You tell me,” Nick said, grabbing Ryan by the arm and hauling him upright.  

Ryan’s eyes went wide as he sat and stared down at the wide, beefy stomach wedged between his plumped pecs and squished, meaty thighs.  On either side, his formerly toned arms hung burly and undefined, while an impossibly wide, incredibly long cock oozed half-hard on top of his grapefruit balls.  “Is...is this really me…?” he stammered, torn between lust and horror as he danced his stubby new fingers through the soft, chestnut carpet that covered the majority of his new bulk.  

“That’s your face, isn’t it?” Nick asked, pointing to a mirror.  

Ryan followed Nick’s pointing hand and immediately wished he hadn’t.  He looked photoshopped, his handsome, lantern-jawed face remaining completely unchanged and appearing entirely out of place on top of the hairy bear that was at least twice the size he should have been.  He lurched off the bed and swayed on his tree-trunk legs, blushing at his curvy new shape and the way his recently acquired bulk seemed to defy gravity.  His rotund new cheeks had more give and bounce to them than Nick’s granite globes, but beneath the soft, hairy coating was a body that was still firm with muscle.  He forced his eyes away from the stranger in the mirror and took in the rest of the small room with its single bed in the middle, the irony of it’s dorm-like appearance not lost on him.  

“So, like I said,” Nick purred, wrapping his arms around Ryan from behind as he ground his tiny little cock into the swollen man’s hairy lower back, “the good news is that you’re still gonna fuck your way from one end of this resort to the other.  The bad news is you’re not gonna do it the way you thought.”  Ryan groaned, his cock already rocketing to life despite his recent release.  He knew he should want to pull away, but all he really wanted was to grab Nick’s hands and slide them lower.  The shredded, micro-dicked hunk laughed and began petting Ryan’s beefy torso, the blondes whimpers quickly filling the room.  “Papa Bear, you’re a natural already.  We’ll have you trained in no time.”  Ryan was caught off guard by how disappointed he was when Nick abruptly stopped rubbing and threw the door open, laughing at his panicked expression.  “Don’t worry about that,” the naked hulk said, pointing to the pretty bear’s oozing club.  “Let’s introduce you to your coworkers and let them help you out.  We still need to finish that orientation you started.”