Illumination (Patreon)

“Dude...what was this place?” Adam asked, leaning over the side of the bridge and looking at his reflection in the black water underneath.  The stone archway holding them above the inky stream was smooth and weathered with age, just like the others that peppered the soggy field.  A smattering of small lakes and ponds dotted the landscape, connecting to each other through a series of streams that crisscrossed the marsh like a spiderweb.  The daylight was fading, causing a low fog to waft up from the ground as the temperature dropped and stars began winking to life overhead, though even if the sun had been high in the sky, the waters around them would have been just as dark.  The odd, impenetrable hue was blamed on decomposing plant matter and silty creek beds, but that didn’t explain the almost complete absence of wildlife.  For a damp, marshy swamp there were no buzzing insects, nor were there any croaking frogs or jumping fish in any of the ponds or streams around them.  The forest Beckett and Adam hiked through to reach the spot had been teeming with life, but as soon as they stepped out into the open field everything came to an abrupt halt.  

“Depends who you ask.  I think they tried to set up a logging town out here...all the water would have powered the lumber mills, but no one ever stuck around.”  Beckett shrugged his broad shoulders, his tanned skin breaking out in goosebumps beneath his baggy tank-top.  The young blonde sighed and hopped up onto the side of the bridge, his muscled thighs squishing together as he kicked his legs.  “I don’t know why they couldn’t make it work.  Not like there aren't enough trees,” he said, looking around at the acres of open land.  The treeline on the opposite side was just barely visible far off in the distance, forming a circle around the labyrinth of bridges and waterways.  

Adam leaned against the opposite side, brawny arms folded over his chest as he rubbed his lantern jaw.  It didn’t make sense to the dark-haired jock.  “How long ago was that?  The towns around here aren’t even that old, but these bridges seem ancient.  Where the fuck did they even get the stone?  There’re dozens of them…” 

“See?  I told you it was creepy,” Beckett grinned at his friend.  “And I didn’t even tell you the best part yet: the bridges were already here.”  

Adam looked down at the worn stone with a raised eyebrow.  “Wait...what?  Then who built them?”  

“No one knows.  They just found ‘em out here.  Same with those stone foundations we passed.  Those aren’t from when they tried to set up the mill...they were already here.”  Beckett hopped off the ledge and walked to the end of the bridge, the increasing evening fog obscuring his feet.  “Doesn’t match any of the tribal architecture from the area, either.  Even the indigenous folks don’t know where this stuff came from, and they’ve been out here a hell of a lot longer than us.  They didn’t try and figure it out, either.  They just stayed away.”  

Adam laughed and shook his head.  “How the fuck do you even know all this?”  

“I learned about it in that folklore class I took last semester.  Lived here for all of my twenty two years and never even knew this was here,” Beckett sighed.  His hands rested on his hips, accentuating both his trim waist and perky rear as he surveyed the foggy, twilight swamp.  “I don’t know how I never heard about it.  You know I love shit like this.” 

“I mean, okay, that’s cool I guess...but what are we supposed to be seeing again?  Lights?”  Adam shivered and rubbed his thick, olive-hued arms, his tiny nipples poking against the thin cotton of his t-shirt as it strained over his prominent pecs.  

Beckett nodded, seeming unbothered by the dropping temperature.  “People say the whole area gets full of ‘em.”  

“Full how?  Like, from the sky?  I don’t even know what that means,” Adam laughed as he joined his friend at the end of the bridge.  He took an instinctive step inland away from the edge, not wanting his feet to be near the black water lurking under the blanket of fog.  The athletic young man told himself it was out of a fear of snakes or other creatures he couldn’t see, not from anything supernatural.  

Beckett shrugged again.  “If we’re lucky we’ll find out.  From what I read, people said you could see these glowing orbs floating all over the field, just kinda drifting around.  They don’t happen all the time, though.”

Adam looked up at the slim crescent of a moon hanging overhead.  “Are you sure people aren’t just seeing the moon reflected in the fog?  Especially with all this water out here...”  

“Could be, but they’re supposed to show up more on nights when there isn’t much moon to speak of.  A lot of people think they’re aliens since folks have supposedly gone missing out here, but I couldn’t find any proof of that.”  Beckett turned and grinned at Adam’s obvious discomfort.  Standing a few inches above the six foot mark with a broad, strapping frame covered in chiseled muscle, he was used to his dark-haired friend looking intimidating, not frightened.  With his raven hair, brooding features, and hirsute, mediterranean complexion, Adam was normally a portrait of masculinity.  His thin t-shirt strained around his sculpted torso, and his tight jeans were full to bursting with his powerful legs, ample rear, and stuffed bulge.  Yet in the moment, standing in a quickly darkening swamp, the young jock seemed significantly less sure of himself than usual.  “What’s wrong? You’re not scared, are you?”  Beckett ran a hand through his short blonde hair, looking as calm and collected as ever.  His nervous friend may have had a few inches in height on him, but he was just as built, with a boyishly handsome face that was more charming than mysterious, though no less effective when it came to roping in potential hookups.  The two young studs prided themselves on the number of coeds they’d plowed through during their time in college, trying to make the most of their situation before graduating in a few months.  

“Scared?  Of what?  Mysterious ruins in the middle of nowhere that may or may not be full of strange glowing balls?  Nah,” Adam said with a short laugh as he wrapped his arms around himself and looked at his tank-top clad friend.  “Dude, how are you not freezing right now?”  

“I’m always hot, you know that,” Beckett winked as he stepped over and wrapped an arm around Adam’s waist, pulling his friend in close.  “Aw, don’t worry baby.  I’ll keep you safe and warm,” he purred.  

The taller man just shook his head.  “This would be your idea of a date, wouldn’t it?  You are such a fuckin’ weirdo,” Adam sighed, pulling out of Beckett’s grip.  

“What?” The blonde jock sounded surprised as he raised his arms and motioned at the increasing fog around them.  “I guarantee...GUARANTEE...bringing a chick out here would get me laid.  It’s spooky, it’s pretty, it’s cold...this shit is tailor made for breakin’ off a piece.”  

“Then why’d you bring me?”  Adam tried to keep his eyes on the bridge behind his friend, his heart beating faster as the stone began to vanish in the growing cloud.  It was occurring to him that finding their way out was going to be much more difficult than finding their way in.  

Beckett batted his eyes and stepped close, his fingers brushing against the trail of hair on Adam’s abs as he toyed with the bottom of the other man’s shirt.  “Maybe I just wanted a challenge?  I mean, it IS romantic out here…” 

There was a pause as Adam blinked at his friend, the mist swirling up around them.  “Dude!  Knock it off,” he finally laughed, pushing Beckett away.  

“Admit it, man...you thought about it,” the blonde hunk said, flashing a smug grin.  

“You’d be the lucky one in that situation...you know that, right?” Adam flexed a chiseled arm and grabbed his package with his free hand, shaking his head.  “But sorry...not feeling too generous right now.  I’m more concerned with how we’re going to find our...way…out…” he trailed off, his eyes going wide.  He swallowed hard and nodded at the patch of fog that had suddenly started glowing a few feet behind his friend.  “Uh...turn...turn around.”  

“Shit!” Beckett gasped, spinning to face the luminescent globe.  It was roughly the size of a basketball and seemed to be composed of the same fog that drifted all around them, though it was clear the internal radiance wasn’t a mere reflection.  The light flickered, shining like a TV screen in a dark room.  “O...okay...this is, uh, this is weird,” Beckett said as he took a hesitant step towards the orb.  “Is...is that us?”  

“Dude, now is not the time to fuck with me,” Adam grumbled.  “What are you even talk…” he broke off in a gasp as he stepped next to his friend, his wide jaw dropping in stunned silence as he looked at small versions of himself and Beckett in the hovering globe. Their athletic frames were rendered in perfect detail, as was the interior of Adam’s sparse, studio apartment.  The dark-haired hunk could see each line of definition on his bare torso exactly where it should be, and he recognized the loose, mesh shorts he had on.  It was like watching a video.  Though the point of view didn’t show his whole apartment, Adam could see the corner of his bed where it should be, and even the collection of empty glasses on his coffee table were staged just as they’d been when he left earlier that day.  

While he watched himself standing in one spot, Beckett slipped in and out frame as he moved around the room, looking just like the blonde jock always did when they bummed around one of their apartments.  He had on his usual outfit of gym shorts and a tank-top, giving the familiar scene a timeless quality as it easily could have been either a memory or an image of things to come.  They could see their mouths moving, but there was no sound to clue them in on the conversation, Adam’s smug grin and eager expression being the only hints of any context.  The brawny jock watched his eyes following Beckett around the room, not understanding why he was looking at his friend the way he normally looked at a girl he was about to hop in bed with.  The two jokingly flirted, but they both thought of themselves as very straight.  

Which is why they were both so stunned when Beckett walked back into frame, wrapped his arms around Adam’s waist, and leaned in for a long, passionate kiss.  There was nothing joking about the way they writhed against each other, Adam’s hands slipping beneath his friend’s shirt and running up and down the other man’s tapering back.  At the same time, Beckett had a death grip on Adam’s solid rear, kneading the ample cheeks while he probed the inside of his friend’s mouth with his tongue.  

Neither of them could look away.  They were transfixed, feeling weightless, as though they were hovering above the scene as it played out and not standing in a cold, foggy field.  Adam watched himself strip Beckett out of his tank-top, an obvious lump in his shorts as he ran his rough hands over the blonde’s smooth, chiseled pecs and stared at his friend with adoring eyes.  Before the taller man could go any further, Beckett leaned in and began working his tongue over Adam’s hairy chest, sucking hungrily on each of the tiny nipples before dropping to his knees.  Without the slightest hesitation, Beckett watched himself tug the other man’s shorts down, grinning from ear to ear as Adam’s rigid club of a cock sprang free.  He nuzzled the girthy organ, his tongue flitting against the inside of his friend’s hairy thighs and heavy balls before he pulled back and slowly swallowed nearly all of the lengthy pole.   

The Adam that was watching felt himself blush at the sight of his slack-jawed expression while Beckett’s head bobbed.  The olive adonis had never watched himself getting blown before, and though he appreciated his powerful physique, he hadn’t given much thought to what his handsome face looked like in the throes of passion.  He let out a quiet whimper, his hands tingling from the sensation of the phantom blonde hair against them.  He could practically feel his friend’s lips around his cock, and he wondered if the slight grunting coming from Beckett next to him meant the other man was experiencing a solid rod hitting his throat.  Adam’s heart raced as he watched his pace quicken, his hips pumping back and forth like a piston, jamming his cock deep into his friend’s mouth.  

“UUUNNNNNHHHNNNnnn!”  The dark-haired man groaned, his attention snapping back to his spasming body while Beckett coughed and sputtered.  “What...what the fuck just happened…” he stammered, the orb going dark.  

“Did...did you just have your dick in my mouth…” Beckett said, wiping at the phantom trails of cum he could still feel dripping down his chin.  

“What?!  No, of course not!  Dude, I was standing here the whole time,” Adam said, having to remind himself it was true as his body basked vicariously in the release.  

Beckett’s face was crimson with embarrassment.  “But...I can fuckin’ taste you, man!” he cried, sticking his tongue out like he’d bitten into something sour.  He punched his friend in a meaty bicep, glaring.  “I...I just had your balls in my mouth!  That’s so fuckin’ gross!”  

“Hey!” Adam stepped out of the way when the flustered Beckett went to shove him.  “Would you chill the fuck out for a second?  I didn’t do shit.  WE didn’t do shit.  Our clothes are still on, aren’t they?” he said, motioning to the two of them.  “I don’t know what this is, but I don’t need you losing it, alright?”  He sighed and shook his head, his grin returning as he reached down to grab the solid tent in Beckett’s short.  “Doesn’t feel like you were too grossed out.”  

The blonde stud gasped when Adam’s hand squeezed his fat cock, but he didn’t pull away.  “Fu...fuck you,” he spat, his glare softening as he stared at the other man’s smug grin.  There was a long, tense pause before they both realized what they were feeling.  

“Oh...oh shit…” Adam said, looking back and forth between the hand on his friend’s package and Beckett’s wide-eyed expression.  “Are...I mean...do you…” he stuttered, his face going red.  

The blonde stud nodded, absently pressing himself harder against Adam’s hand.  “Why...why do I wanna make out with you right now?”  

Adam gave his friend’s thick organ a squeeze through his shorts, his own cock starting to throb.  “It was that orb...whatever we just saw...it did this.  But why would…” he stopped short and let go of Beckett’s crotch, his hand darting away without warning.  “You did this!”  

“Me?!  How the fuck did I do anything?!”  Beckett hated how much he wanted Adam’s hand to pick up where it left off as he reached out instinctively for the other man.  

“You were just joking about us hooking up, and two seconds later some glowing ball shows us doing exactly that,” Adam said, fighting the urge to reach out and swallow Beckett’s hand in his.  

“What?!  How could you possibly think I had anything to do with this?  I’m the one who just had a dick in his mouth, remember?  Even if me joking around had something to do with it, how the fuck was I supposed to know?”  

“Aren’t you the one who knows all about this,” Adam asked, his anger starting to fade in the face of his friend’s obvious distress.  Whatever just happened, his feelings for Beckett now went far beyond simple friendship.  

“Look, man, all I thought we’d see out here were some weird glowing lights.  That’s it.  Yeah it’s creepy, but I honestly thought it would just be swamp gas or something, not...whatever the fuck this is…” he broke off in a short laugh, rubbing his face with his hands.  “Goddamn...wanting to kiss you is such a weird feeling…” 

“Maybe we...I mean...what happens if we try?  Maybe that’d snap us out of it?”  Adam’s hands trembled as he fidgeted, trying not to think too hard about what he just suggested.  

The blonde jock hesitated.  He licked his lips nervously as Adam inched closer, finally taking a deep breath and throwing himself at the other man.  Like ripping a bandaid off he quickly pressed their lips together, a surge of warmth spreading over him as Adam’s tongue parted his lips and mingled with his own.  Instead of instantly pulling away the two pressed close, their hands exploring every inch of the other’s body.  “Oh...oh shit…” Beckett panted, grinding his aching cock against the other man.  

“Yeah...that didn’t snap me out of anything,” Adam said, dropping his forehead against his friend’s.  “Okay...we’ll figure this out, but we really need to get the hell away from here.”  

Beckett nodded reluctantly, his every instinct wanting to tear Adam’s clothes off.  As it was, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from his friend’s piercing blue eyes.  “You’re right.  I think if we go back across the bridge we should hit the tree...line…” He trailed off, a glowing brightness lighting up their peripheral vision as another orb formed and floated beside them.    

The globe flared before either of them had time to react, another scene taking shape in the ethereal sphere.  Adam saw himself in the center of the frame once more, only this time he was at the gym, not his apartment.  The view was close up on his straining frame as he stretched out on a bench and struggled with a pair of dumbbells, and though he looked the same, already the dark-haired jock could tell that something was off.  The weights were huge in his hands, and he didn’t fill out the bench the way he should have.

As soon as he had the thought, the view pulled back.  Adam wanted to scream.  The weights seemed huge and he didn’t fill out the bench because there was significantly less of him.  He still had his chiseled, athletic proportions and smoldering looks, but as he watched himself sit up, his feet dangling above the ground, the horrified hunk found himself looking at a fun-sized vision.  Guys he should have towered over seemed huge, and when Beckett finally wandered into the frame, tousling his hair and pulling him in close, Adam saw just how short he was.  Based on the way his head hit his friend’s midsection, he guessed that this version of himself didn’t even make it to the five-foot mark.  The new feelings for his hunky blonde friend were clearly still present as he watched himself gaze longingly up at the other man, blushing as he saw the two of them playfully pawing at each other in public.  Adam wanted to disappear into the fog as his tiny doppelganger followed Beckett into the locker room.  It was bad enough looking at himself next to fully clothed giants on the floor; he couldn’t imagine what it would be like in the showers.  

It was more jarring than he thought, but not in the way he’d anticipated.  Adam studied his hairy, chiseled torso as he watched himself strip.  He still had the same proportions and was still covered in the same wiry hair and sculpted muscle, and if there was nothing to compare himself to he wouldn’t have been able to tell anything had even changed.  Until he dropped his shorts and saw the massive bulge in his tiny briefs.  It looked like someone had wedged a grapefruit in the front of his underwear.  His draping shirt had obscured the view of it lumping out his shorts, and Adam gasped at the dangling monster that flopped free when the tiny stud peeled out of the confining underwear.  Unlike the rest of him, his hefty package had grown larger, to the point that it would have looked huge even on his regular, six-foot-three frame.  On someone barely two thirds that size, it was almost comically oversized.  He winced as he watched it sway and bounce while they walked to the showers, noting the condescending way in which the other guys looked at him.  Instead of the jealous glances his stunning appearance usually brought him, Adam saw himself being smiled at and talked down to, the entire time having to stand just above dick level with the men he used to feel were beneath him.

“Guh!”  Adam grunted, his chest heaving and his heart racing as he snapped back into his body.  He squeezed Beckett tight, not wanting to open his eyes.  Instead of his friend’s face, he could feel the soft cotton of the other man’s tank-top pressing against his forehead, and there was a rush of air on his exposed legs, along with a gathering of fabric at his feet.  Adam knew what it meant; he just wasn’t ready to face it.  

“Je...Jesus dude...you’re…” Beckett stammered.  

Adam finally forced his eyes open, his stomach dropping as he found himself looking just above his friend’s navel.  He felt dizzy as he craned his neck, for the first time in his life having to look up at Beckett, not down.  “Fuck...FUCK!” he cried, his formerly deep voice now coming out in a shrill squeak.  “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!  I SHRUNK!” He pulled back and fell, his feet catching on his oversized shoes and the pile of his jeans and boxer briefs that had fallen off his tiny new frame.  His now-oversized shirt pulled up as he struggled and squirmed out of the pile, giving both him and Beckett a view of his huge, rigid club as it slapped against his stomach.  “Oh god…this can’t...this can’t be real...” Adam moaned, feeling the full weight of his lost size when Beckett reached down and easily lifted him to his feet.  

“You’re okay...you’re okay…” the blonde adonis kept repeating as he dropped to his knees so that he’d be eye level with his panicked friend.  He stroked Adam’s hair, unable to do much more than blink while he looked the altered jock up and down.  

“No I’m not! Look at me!  Listen to me!  I’m a fucking freak!” he squeaked, his face going red at the sound of his helium voice and the sight of Beckett’s slight grin.  “Fuck you!  This isn’t funn…” He was cut off when the other man leaned in and resumed their former kiss, his tiny body melting at the way his friend’s muscled body towered over him.  

“I wasn’t laughing at you, dude.  I’m smiling because you’re so adorable right now I can’t handle it,” Beckett said, waiting until Adam had stopped shaking to break off the kiss.  He reached down and lifted the bottom of his friend’s draping shirt to get a better look at the hulking organ underneath, reflexively licking his lips as he hefted the heavy package.  “That’s...wow.”  

“We have to get out of here,” Adam said, looking around for any other orbs that might have formed while he was changing.  “Maybe once we’re out of here everything will go back to normal?” 

Beckett stood and took Adam by the hand, barely able to see the bridge just a few feet away.  “Are you going to be able to make it without shoes?”  

Adam nodded quickly and pulled Beckett along.  The stone was cold and smooth under his small new feet, but he’d tolerate whatever he had to if it meant getting to safety.  He tried not to think about how short his stride was as they crested the arch, his frantic flight stopped short when Beckett froze.  He turned with his friend, momentarily forgetting their precarious situation as he looked out over a glowing field.  The whole swamp was full of the radiant spheres, peppering the foggy landscape like the stars overhead.  It would have been beautiful if the implications weren’t so terrifying.  Each one flickered with unique images, and though they couldn’t see the specifics, both men knew what they’d find.  “Holy shit…” Adam gasped, “are those all full of...us?”  

Beckett squeezed the other man’s tiny hand and started to turn away.  “Don’t know, don’t want to find out,” he said, making it only a step before coming face-to-face with another orb that had formed behind them.  He tried to avert his eyes but it was too late, leaving him unable to do anything other than stare in transfixed silence at the image of himself.  

Like his friend before him, the frozen blonde filled the field of view, showing just his face and bare shoulders.  Beckett could tell by his half-closed eyes and pursed lips exactly what was happening even before the view pulled back to show a shrunken, naked Adam squirming on top of him.  They were on Beckett’s couch, and the tiny stud was in the middle of kissing the blonde stud’s prominent pecs while he reached down, his shrunken hand disappearing into the bigger man’s shorts.  

Beckett’s first thought was of how cute Adam looked.  From his aerial vantage point, he could see his friend’s small, meaty cheeks flex as he ground his girder of a cock against the other Beckett’s firm abs, the other man’s stubble covered cheeks and bright eyes looking every bit as handsome despite his smaller frame.  His second thought was of relief as he frantically searched his body for any signs of change, but from what he could see, everything looked the same.  It wasn’t until Adam pulled his hand free and slid off Beckett’s lap that the blonde jock thought something looked off, though he didn’t have time to process what it could possibly be before his world shattered.  

He watched himself lift his hips up off the couch as Adam grabbed the bottom of his shorts and pulled them down, in no way prepared for the flat, crimson panties that waited underneath.  Instead of stuffed, tented boxer briefs, Beckett stared in horror at the feminine underwear, his brain slowly piecing together that the ecstatic face he’d just been looking at was a result of Adam fingering a hole that shouldn’t have been present.He wanted to scream at himself when Adam reached back up, his strong little fingers slipping briefly inside once more before pulling the tiny thong free and giving Beckett a full, horrifying view of his altered body, unchanged except for one major difference.  

The unobstructed view of his athletic physique missing its girthy cock and churning balls was blessedly brief before Adam was on top of him again.  Beckett watched his other self howl and arch his back off the couch as Adam’s thick club slipped inside.  His friend always bragged about his superb technique, and the little stud’s loss of size didn’t appear to have dulled his skill as he rolled his hips without missing a beat.  Adam alternated between jackrabbit thrusting and slow, deep plunges, and Beckett watched his face go from wide-eyed ecstasy to desperate, frenzied lust.  If he wasn’t so horrified, he would have been jealous of the obvious bliss his other self was experiencing.  

“HHHHOOOUUUUuuuooohhHHHHOOOO!”  Beckett howled and dropped to his knees, the overwhelming wave of intensity knocking him off his feet.  He fell onto his back, bucking and squirming as he frantically pawed at the front of his shorts.  “Gguuh...god...oh god...no no no no…” he panted, going pale as his clumsy fingers found nothing but empty space.  His terror was finally confirmed when he managed to push his shorts and underwear down, revealing an eager slit where his thick cock should have been.  “My...MY FUCKIN’ DICK IS GONE!” he cried, clutching at the unwanted opening.  

Adam shook his head, barely resisting the urge to throw himself on top of his friend and pick up where the vision had left off.  “I know, baby, but we gotta go,” he chirped, not catching his use of “baby” where he’d normally use “dude” until after the fact.  “What’d I tell you?  Freaking out isn’t going to help.”  

Beckett could only stare at the way his hand rested flat between his thighs, trying to reconcile the foreign sensation with the part of his brain that said a fat cock should have filled his palm.  

“Honey, please,” Adam said, grabbing Beckett by the shoulders and giving him a shake.  “Those...things...are getting closer and I can’t carry you out of here anymore.  I need you to get it together!”  

Beckett swallowed hard and nodded, numbly pulling his shorts and underwear back up.  “But...but what if we’re stuck like this…” 

“You didn’t seem to mind too much in that vision,” Adam laughed.  “I mean, you did say coming out here would get you laid.”  

“Not funny,” Beckett spat as he climbed to his feet.  “And don’t call me baby.  Now let’s...oh...oh fuck…” he grabbed for Adam’s hand, pulling the other man against him.  In the field behind them, the orbs had coalesced, growing brighter and larger until they formed a solid, glowing wall that was quickly heading in their direction.  At the same time, instead of seeing the dark tree line, there was another luminescent wall on the other side of the bridge, also heading towards them.  

Adam squeezed Beckett’s hand as he stared at the encompassing nothing racing in their direction.  It wasn’t just a light, but an absence of everything.  It stretched up into the sky and swallowed the ground as if it erased whatever it came in contact with.  The tiny jock had time for one last look at his friend before the walls collided with them in the middle.  He clung to Beckett’s hand, his vision going as white and empty as everything else until he couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed or if he’d gone blind.  There was a roaring rush of air, and what sounded like colossal, grinding gears that left his ears as useless as his eyes while he thrashed in the void.  

“Whaaaahhh!”  Adam was still thrashing, but he was no longer in a void.  The bright light was simply the morning sun landing on his face, and the roaring torrent was Beckett’s loud snoring in bed next to him.  He stared down at his compact frame, his heart racing as he struggled to hold onto his memories.  “Beckett...Beckett!  Wake up!”  

“Mmm...wha’s problem…” the groggy blonde slurred as he rolled over and draped a muscled arm across Adam, pinning him to the bed.  He slowly opened his eyes, the struggling lids darting open when he saw the little hunk next to him.  “FUCK!  WHAT THE FUCK?!”  He shot up in bed, tossing the sheets aside to reveal his naked body, complete with its hungry new orifice.  “It...it wasn’t a dream…” 

“We went out to that field last night, right?  There were the glowing orbs and those walls of light and we...we...wait...where are we?”  Adam slowed his frantic stammering and looked around at a room he’d never seen before but that felt entirely familiar.  There were piles of laundry on the floor and dirty dishes scattered around as with any apartment belonging to a pair of men in their early twenties, but mixed in with the clutter were pictures of the two of them.  Not as they had been, but as they were.  And looking at the piles of laundry, they saw a mix of Beckett’s new panties mingling with Adam’s much smaller clothes, a clear sign that they’d been living together for a while.  “Is this...ours?”  

Beckett fell back on the bed, rubbing his face.  “Fuck, babe, I think so,” he said, confused.  “Do you...remember stuff you shouldn’t?”  

Adam nodded, his head full of new memories of the two of them in their current forms.  Much of their previous trajectory in life was the same, but now he remembered it from his new perspective.  Most importantly, instead of meeting Beckett in high school and simply becoming best friends, they’d now become much, much more.  “This is soooo weird,” he laughed, his horror already starting to fade.  The memories of his old life were still there, but they were hazy and dreamlike and starting to feel more like a nightmare than their current situation.  Though he knew his body had been drastically altered, the thought of a life without the gorgeous blonde was almost too terrible to contemplate.  Adam still remembered what it felt like to be the big man in the room, but as the memories of his new life started to gel, he realized how much more he enjoyed his current perspective.  The thought of a man towering over him turned him on like he never imagined, and instead of being embarrassed at their condescending attitudes, he loved them, especially when he later topped them with his oversized club.  

“Right?  I know I should be super freaked out, but this feels...normal?”  Beckett’s face went red as he stared at himself, trying to process the rapid fire memories forming in his head.  “Oh...fuck...I walk around with this thing out at the gym,” he said, unsure if he should be relieved or horrifed at how the memories of his time in the locker room over the years switched to accommodate his alterations.  

“I mean, I walk around with this thing out everywhere,” Adam laughed, hefting his solid club and letting it drop against his stomach.  “Can’t really hide it in pants small enough to fit these legs.”  

“God...you really ARE adorable like this,” Beckett grinned.  He reached over and wrapped a hand around Adam’s cock, giving the massive organ a few gentle strokes while his friend blushed bashfully.  “No, I mean it.  Your voice, your cute little ass, that body...I’ll take this Adam over a bigger version any day of the week.”  

Adam sighed as Beckett pumped away, just as enraptured with the handsome blonde.  The thought that he had the sculpted, strapping stud all to himself was more than he could process.  He had hazy, forming memories of them bringing other guys home to play, but at the end of the day they were all that mattered to each other.  “So what do you think really happened out there?  What do we do now?”  

“I don’t know,” Beckett said, grabbing Adam and rolling over so the smaller hunk was on top.  “They said people disappeared out there...maybe this is what they meant?  I mean, we’re clearly somewhere else, and we’re still us...but we’re not “Us”, you know?”  He squeezed his shrunken friend’s solid bottom, blinking at the unending rush of memories flooding into his mind.  He was already losing his grip on which world they really belonged to.  “I...I think everything’s more or less the same?  Other than the obvious, I mean.” 

“But...does that other place...do those other “us’es”...still exist?” He rested his head on Beckett’s chest, his head spinning as he tried to wrap his head around everything.    

“Who knows?  We’re basically still who we are, or were, and all the people I remember from over there I still remember here.  So does it even matter?”  The blonde jock shook his head and sighed, the question pushed away by a tide of desire.  

Adam grinned and licked at one of Beckett’s nipples, finding it easier to give into what his altered body wanted than to try and understand the workings of the universe.  “Maybe we just got really, really drunk last night and none of that ever happened?”  

“Wo...works for me,” Beckett gasped, squirming under Adam’s nimble tongue.  The little stud ground his oversized cock between them as he slid down to better position himself.  With a pop of his hips he jammed himself inside, holding onto his friend as the blonde groaned and arched up off the bed.  “Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Beckett whined, his eyes wide.  Though most of this felt blissfully familiar, there was still a small part of his former self who was experiencing the sensation of having his aching pussy penetrated for the first time.  “Go...goddamn you feel good...holy shit…” he moaned, falling into rhythm with Adam’s thrusting.  

The pint-sized Adonis was having a similar, but different reaction as he fully experienced sex with his colossal organ for the first time.  The old part of himself was disoriented from his altered perspective, but the new Adam loved the encompassing sensation of writhing on top of a wall of muscle.  Even his squeaking grunts and moans no longer felt embarrassing as he brought the two of them to the brink over and over.  “Oh fuck..oh fuck...gonna...gonna cuuummmnnnnn…!”  He barely had time to warn Beckett before his monster cock erupted.  He felt his friend tense beneath him, a slow growing howl leaving his mouth as he joined the little stud in plummeting over the edge.  

“That...that right there is the best way to wake up,” Beckett panted, pulling Adam up so they could press their lips together.  If there was any of his old self left, it didn’t react when the formerly hung stud proclaimed his love of having his pussy stuffed first thing in the morning.   

The same went for Adam, who relished how it felt to be so easily manhandled, nestling into the crook of his friend’s arm as they caught their breath, his huge, leaking cock flopping over onto the other man’s stomach.  His terror, along with the memories of his old life, seemed like nothing more than a bad dream.  “So what do you want to do today?”  

Beckett grinned and reached down to stroke Adam’s thick snake.  “First, I want to stay right here until we can do that again.  After that...I don’t know...we’ll figure something out.”  

“Sounds like a plan,” Adam said, leaning in for another kiss.