Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 17: Time For a Change (Patreon)

“Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck…” Drew whimpered, his muscled frame shaking from the force of Cole’s pounding.  

“Did I tell you to fuckin’ talk,” Cole barked, clamping a palm over the other man’s mouth and pulling his head roughly back.  Though the whimpering hulk usually towered over him, Cole’s current form made Drew look small.  The burly brunette was one of Ian’s workout buddies, but unlike the diminutive, bottom heavy form he adopted around his friend, Cole exploded with muscle whenever he and Drew were together.  

It was the last thing he expected.  Even ignoring the strange effect he had on other men, Cole assumed that guys like Ian and Drew liked being big and in charge and throwing their muscle around, but that clearly wasn’t the case here.  Maybe it was the novelty of the situation because he was always bigger than his partners, but Drew wanted nothing more than to be manhandled and controlled.  Cole didn’t know how the strapping hunk operated with women, but with him he liked it rough.  Drew didn’t want tender lovemaking; he wanted someone to throw him down and take him.  He wouldn’t make it easy, he didn’t just lay there and let it happen, and it was that struggle for domination that got the eager meathead off more than anything.  

Not that Cole ever lost.  Drew just liked the struggle before he submitted, and as soon as Cole and the brawny stud made contact, the lean man’s frame inflated like a balloon.  He shot up to a towering 6’5”, his thick blonde hair vanishing to a shiny bald scalp while his handsome features became rough and weathered.  As his surfer’s build expanded into a wall of thick, lumpy muscle and his cock ballooned to a fleshy piston, Cole didn’t just become larger, he seemed to grow older.  There was a scrubby layer of hair coating his uncut bulk and his skin was worn, tanned leather.  Instead of his mid-twenties he looked closer to his mid-forties, like one of the rugged workers down at the docks.  

And his personality changed to match.  There was an injection of smug confidence as soon as his body began to change, a rush of strength and power that pushed aside any fear or anxiety he might have felt at his unusual circumstance.  Drew was his for the taking, and that’s all that mattered.  Cole was still aware of the shift in his behavior as he slammed the broad, younger man up against the wall and stripped him down, listening to himself bark out orders and call Drew all manner of names.  He knew it wasn’t how he would ever normally behave, but in the moment it felt perfectly natural.  Just like when he became eager and submissive around Ian, or ditzy and giddy around Vince, or horny and uninhibited around Kevin, there was no stopping the new behavior.  

It was more jarring than the physical changes.  As intense an experience as it was, Cole could have grown used to his body changing.  He was proud of his toned, surfer’s build and handsome face, but that was just a shell.  The essence of who he was went deeper than that, or so he thought.  Now, with his personality and behavior constantly in flux, bouncing between extremes, the fluid blonde was starting to lose touch with his sense of self.  Was he a young, laidback blonde, or was he a middle-aged, rough-around-the-edges hulk?  Or, as he was starting to think, was the Cole he knew also just a mask?  As he bounced from body to body, the morphing blonde wondered if his true self wasn’t being revealed for the first time in the process.  He didn’t know who that person was yet, but at the rate things were going it wouldn’t be long until he found out.  

“Fuckin’ like...that...little boy…” Cole grunted, his hand still clamped over Drew’s mouth as he slammed his girthy monster deep inside.  “I asked you...a question…” he said, reaching around with his free hand to roughly tweak one of the penetrated stud’s nipples.  Drew squealed and nodded, his eyes wild with ecstasy as he slammed his muscled cushions back against the altered stud’s solid, prominent gut.  “Goddamn...right….you do…” Cole laughed, his hand sliding down from Drew’s bouncing chest to grip the bodybuilder’s aching cock.  “Your little nub is...leaking…” he said, giving the other man’s girthy rod a quick jerk.  The thick, six inch organ wasn’t small by any definition, but compared to Cole’s temporary beast it seemed well below average.  He kept tugging as he slammed away, loving how Drew squirmed and writhed in his grip until the kneeling hunk finally tensed and shuddered.  He let out a deep, bellowing groan into Cole’s palm as he sprayed all over his bed, huffing and grunting until the bigger man finished.  A torrent of sticky fluid ran down Drew’s meaty thighs like a waterfall as Cole pulled out and gave his battered cheeks a heavy, stinging slap.  

“Goddamn,” Cole sighed as he let Drew fall and slid his heavy frame off the bed.  “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” he said, his voice going from deep and gravelly to a smooth tenor as his body shrank back to its original form.  The once-again-blonde blushed as the overwhelming confidence faded with his extra bulk and he found himself looking at his familiar, naked frame.  He was back to being smaller than Drew, and even though they’d done this before, there was still a sense of whiplash as he tried to wrap his head around the idea of being bigger than the cum-soaked meathead.  

“Me neither,” Drew said, giving Cole one last look at his plump, muscled rear before slowly rolling over and sitting up.  His heavy slab of a chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, a similar shade of red creeping up his lantern jaw as he looked back and forth between them.  As the overwhelming lust faded, the sticky hunk had more room to process the fact that the lean blonde had just fucked his brains out.  “At least we remembered to get you naked first.  I still can’t believe that you and...him...are the same person.”  

Cole shrugged, laughing awkwardly at the memory of the first time he and Drew connected.  He’d literally exploded out of his clothes, a situation they tried to avoid ever since.  “What?  You don’t think I could take you otherwise?”  

Drew raised an eyebrow and flexed an arm the size of Cole’s thigh.  “No offense, but no,” he said, nodding at the blonde’s significantly smaller cock.  “Neither could that.”  

“Hey!”  Cole slipped into his discarded boxers and cupped his package defensively.  “I’ve never had any complaints.”  

“Maybe not from the ladies in this town, but do I look like…” Drew trailed off, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he realized he now shared something in common with a big chunk of Kingsbury Harbor’s women.  “You know what, never mind.  This conversation is making me feel weird,” he said, running a hand through his messy, chestnut hair.  “This whole situation is bizarre enough.  I’m still trying to figure out what it even means that I want something like that in the first place.  What the fuck is wrong with me?”  

Cole shook his head as he slipped back into his shorts and pulled his t-shirt on.  “Nothing’s wrong, dude.  I mean, okay, yeah, something is technically wrong that this is even happening in the first place, but don’t feel bad about liking what you like.  I don’t know why I’m into it anymore than you are, but is that really important?  It feels good, so who cares?  Just ‘cause you like getting fucked doesn’t make you any less of a man, if that’s what you’re worried about.”  

Drew grinned, his prominent chest flexing as he sat back on his arms.  “You’re a therapist now, too?”  

“I don’t know what I am anymore,” Cole sighed, shaking his head.  “You think it’s weird for you, try changing like that several times a day and see how it feels.”

“No thanks,” Drew said, looking down at his naked bulk, his soft cock flopped against his thigh, and back up at Cole.  “This is enough to try and figure out.  I don’t know how you do it, man.”  

“Me neither, and I’d really like to.”  Cole’s tone was flat as he thought back to his frantic search for Frank the day after his initial change with Ian.  He’d eventually found the older fisherman, but Frank denied any knowledge of the strange looking fish, or that he’d even seen Cole on the day in question.  He was even able to show proof that he’d been out of town, leaving the flustered blonde to wonder who he’d actually talked to.  It was just another question on his steadily growing list.  Cole had asked some of the other fishermen in town, but no one had ever seen a fish like the one he described, nor did they remember seeing Frank on the docks that day.  But even if they had, he knew it still wouldn’t explain what was happening to him.  

It had been a few weeks, but Cole still didn’t know if his situation was permanent, or if he’d eventually get stuck in one of his altered forms.  Through trial and error he’d learned that he stayed in whatever form until he and his partner got off, regardless of how long that took.  Due to the surge of lust that seemed to follow the changes that was normally a time-limited process, but he’d pushed it to three days in the short, bottom-heavy form Ian preferred.  During that time he learned that the world at large seemed to accept the changes as if they were normal.  People knew he looked different, but they didn’t react with the shock that Cole knew they should.  He also figured out that he could only do one change at a time, meaning if Ian touched him first, Drew was out of luck until they were done.  

Fortunately, it took being around someone for a bit in close contact before the change would occur, which meant Cole didn’t have to worry about his body suddenly changing every time he accidentally brushed up against someone in a crowd.  Unfortunately, once the change happened the first time, a touch was all it took.  That meant Ian could walk up and put a hand on his shoulder, and Cole would suddenly be looking up at the towering stud.  The loss of control was unnerving, but at the same time, the ever-changing blonde felt a slight thrill at the thought.  He was wrestling just as much as the other guys with the question of what their sudden attraction meant, but he’d never gotten laid so much in his life, and on top of that it had never felt better.  If he could learn to roll with a body that was always changing and some of the more experimental positions that put him in, Cole didn’t feel like he actually had much to complain about.  

“So, uh, when do you want to do this again,” Drew asked, trying not to sound too eager.  

Cole grinned at the brawny stud’s bashful expression and shrugged.  “You know where to find me.  Unless Ian gets to me first.”  

“That dude has got to learn to share,” Drew laughed, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed.  Cole took an instinctive step back, not wanting to start all over again.  His cock twitched at the thought of Drew and Ian together, and he made a mental note to bring up another experiment idea later.  The guys were insatiable with him, but Cole wondered if Drew would enjoy taking Ian’s fat cock just as much.  Did the bashful hunk like getting fucked just by him, or had a larger door been opened?  Drew wasn’t Ian’s type, but he doubted the horny meathead would object to sticking his dick into any willing hole.  “So, uh, do you want me to make you lunch or something?  I feel weird making you come over for this and just leaving.”  

“That’s sweet of you, but I already had plenty of cake,” Cole said, laughing when Drew’s face turned purple with embarrassment.  He waved goodbye and headed for the door, taking one last look over his shoulder.  “Call me later.”  

Cole was surprised at how natural this part was starting to feel.  As he left Drew spent and satisfied, instead of acting like there was some shameful secret, he had the same spring in his step that he’d had whenever he left a girl’s house after a successful hookup.  As he wove his way through town back towards his apartment, the sun seemed a bit brighter in the sky, the salty air smelled fresh, and he looked forward to a relaxing afternoon.  

At least until he heard a familiar voice call his name.  “Cole!  Hey, man, good timing!”  

Cole had just made it past the docks when Vince spotted him.  Before he could turn to see where the other man was, a hand landed on his shoulder, a familiar tingling breaking out across his body.  “Oh!” Cole gasped, his tight t-shirt pulling up to reveal the bottom of his ripped abs as his toned pecs ballooned into a set of supple, heaping breasts.  There was a tightness in his shorts as his perky bubble ballooned in time, but fortunately the straining fabric held.  Cole was both furious and humiliated that Vince had caused him to change in public without warning, but that anger only lasted until he turned and saw the dark-haired man grinning at him.  Vince’s olive-hued, hairy pecs and sturdy arms spilled out from the tank-top that showed off his tapering torso, leading Cole’s eyes down to the lump in the board shorts covering his toned legs.  The shifting blonde’s thoughts were already becoming fragmented and disjointed as he settled into the big-titted bimbo that Vince loved, and all he could do was smile and giggle at his friend.  “Vince!  Hi!” he chirped, putting a hand on the other man’s solid chest.  Cole was still aware enough to be embarrassed at the thought of his huge new chest hanging off his otherwise masculine body, his enlarged nipples poking against his shirt while he stood and toyed with the hair on his friend’s pecs.  

“Hey babe,” Vince said, a smug grin on his stubble-covered face as he reached down and gave Cole’s expanded rear a squeeze.  “I’m glad I ran into you.  I was just about to take the boat out for a bit and get some sun.  You want to come with?”  

“Sure!” Cole said, nodding like a bobblehead.  He hated the way he giggled while Vince led him through the bustling docks, his softened chest bouncing the entire time.  He couldn’t help but wonder what people thought when they saw his lean, athletic body sporting the oversized mounds, but other than a few hungry stares no one seemed to react at all.  

“I’ve got something under the seats you can put on,” Vince said as he steered the boat towards open water.  

Cole knew what he’d find before he opened up the storage trunk.  This wasn’t the first time he and Vince had fooled around in his altered body, but it was the first time the other man had made him show off his top-heavy additions in public.  As he pulled out the hot-pink bikini, Cole was grateful that it was just the two of them on the boat and not a larger crowd.  They’d pass other people out on the water, but hopefully no one that was close enough to get a good look at his soft new pillows, or hear his empty, air-headed laugh.  “This is cute!” he said, shivering as he peeled out of his shirt and felt the warm, ocean breeze on his inflated chest.  Instead of stopping to tie it on he undid his shorts and pushed them down, the contrast of his ill-fitting boxers and the feminine top making him dizzy.  It was worse when he pulled the boxers down and saw the tiny remains of his cock, smaller even than when he and Ian were together.  Vince was all about the tits and ass, which meant his usual hose would be entirely out of place.  As it was, his shrunken package was small enough to fit comfortably inside the bright bottoms as he tied them on and slipped the top into place, feeling whiplash from the two extremes he’d experienced that day.  Just a few hours ago he’d been a rugged brute of a man with a cock like a third arm, and now he was a chesty, micro-dicked bimbo giggling in a bikini.  

It would have been worse if Cole didn’t love them both so much.  The two forms couldn’t have been further apart, but they each filled him with the same sense of contentment.  There was a part of Cole that was terrified at the thought of something happening and leaving him stuck in his current, ambiguous state, but even if it did he wondered how much it would bother him.  No matter what he thought about it, it felt wonderful.  And he was too dazed to worry about it for long.  Vince wasn’t interested in conversation.  The handsome, hirsute jock just wanted a nice set of tits to fawn over his athletic body, a role that Cole happily filled as the other man peeled out of his tank-top.  

“I knew you’d like that,” Vince said, tossing his shirt aside as he steered the boat towards an empty patch of water.  Cole giggled and squeezed his barely-covered bosom while the other man watched.  He was surprisingly used to the sensation of his enlarged cheeks shifting and bouncing from his time with Ian, but the feeling of the heavy, sensitive mounds hanging off his otherwise lean, athletic torso were still new.  “Who would’ve thought you’d look so great with a set of tits?”  

“Ohh!”  Cole gasped when Vince reached out and gave one of the soft mountains a squeeze, pursing his lips in an exaggerated fashion.  “Like, you did,” the altered blonde purred, leaning into his friend’s grip.  

Vince sighed and slowly looked his friend up and down.  “This is my absolute favorite version of you.  Don’t get me wrong, I love you, man, but this is...this is just perfect.”  

Cole didn’t know how to feel about his friend telling him that he preferred him as a dumb blonde with a huge rack, but at the moment he couldn’t piece it together.  All he could do was smile back and let his friend grope his altered chest, his body lighting up at Vince’s touch.  “I thought you, like, wanted some sun,” he giggled a few moments later as he reached out and tugged the other man’s board shorts down.  Cole licked his lips when his friend’s squat, stocky cock sprang free, already dropping to his knees.  The blonde’s shrunken member didn’t so much as twitch, but Cole knew that wasn’t the source of his aching need anyway.  Cole had been frustrated at Vince forcing him to change, but as he wrapped his lips around the other man’s musky rod, the sun beating down on them as the boat gently bobbed, he sighed contentedly.  He was still going to have his relaxing afternoon.  

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Option 1: A man finds a familiar, worn brown book filled with unique journal entries at a local antique store (Hidden Passages crossover).  

Option 2: An older, crooked politician in town tries to extort the wrong store owner and has his body, as well as his secrets, exposed. 

Option 3: A group of college jocks visiting the town take a boat out to one of the small, rocky islands and have to decide what they’re going to leave behind if they want to return to shore.  

Option 4: A man hiking in the swamp finds a strange fungus that causes anyone who touches it to gain weight, growing thick and beefy.