The Magenta Cage, pt. 1 (Patreon)

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The Cage

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When more men started showing up with magenta eyes, the government knew it had to take action.  While most people still didn’t believe in the curse, that didn’t make its reality-warping effects any less real.  The Curse of the Magenta Eyes was a threat to the world itself, and if it couldn’t be eradicated, it would have to be contained.  Though no one knew how the curse started, they at least knew how it spread, making the identification and retrieval of affected men a top priority.  A dedicated unit was created to locate and remove afflicted men as early as possible, sparing the people around them from unwittingly getting sucked into what was seen as a fate the afflicted men deserved.

Once locked safely away in the Magenta Cage, the men were kept isolated until a willing volunteer stepped forward.  In the early days there were prolonged incarcerations and forced pairings, but officials were surprised by the number of men actually willing to bind their fate to someone else’s.  Soon, a pool of volunteers was created, with daily announcements going out whenever an afflicted man was made available.  It was unorthodox to be sure, but effective nonetheless.

Now, things run so smoothly that afflicted men usually only spend a handful of days in the cage before the curse is allowed to run its course.  And though the events unfold in a more controlled environment, the results are no less spectacular.

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Daniel

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“This is absolutely ludicrous!  The first thing I’m doing when you animals let me out of here is making a call to my lawyer!”  Daniel fumed, pacing around the small room.  The angry man had been confined to a cell for the past two days, ever since he’d been grabbed without warning from his office by the local authorities.  He hadn’t broken any laws, and Daniel didn’t care what they told him.  He’d never bought into any of the Magenta Eye nonsense he’d heard about, and he wasn’t going to start now.  Even with his eyes glowing a dull, dark pink, it was all too ridiculous for someone with his education to believe.  He had two Master’s degrees, one in Finance and one in Business Analytics, and they honestly expected him to believe in a curse that changed reality itself?  It was preposterous.

Yet there he was, locked in a room, unable to actually see or come into contact with another person.  All he heard was a voice through a speaker, and items were slipped through a small opening in the bottom of his door.  The room itself was a step up from a traditional jail cell, but only slightly.  There was a more comfortable bed, and he had his own toilet and shower, but as with regular cells both were out in the open.  Otherwise the room was bare, with no windows or other breaks in the concrete walls and metal door.  There couldn’t be.  Once his eyes began glowing, there was the risk that anyone he made eye contact with could have their world irrevocably changed.  His own existence would be altered as well, but since the curse was seen as punishment for someone’s actions, the emphasis was on keeping the public safe more than the afflicted.

It was all garbage, Daniel told himself.  He wasn’t some monster or criminal.  True, at thirty three, he’d made more than his share of enemies during the course of his relatively short life.  He was blunt and to the point, and while others would call him arrogant, Daniel liked to think of it as being confident.  He had no problem stepping over people who couldn’t think fast enough to get out of the way, and if he left collateral damage in either his personal or professional lives, that wasn’t his problem.  He wasn’t responsible for other people’s feelings, and if he left a jilted lover or a spurned business partner behind, they’d just have to get over it.

If anything, Daniel thought they should feel lucky that he’d graced them with his time at all, regardless of the duration or the outcome.  His professional hours were worth every penny he charged, and the amount of effort he put into his appearance should have been gift enough for any of his social acquaintances.  He was tall and lean, his chiseled frame standing a few inches over the six-foot mark, with sharp, handsome features offset by a thick head of chocolate brown hair and a long, fat cock that was the envy of the locker room.  Everything about him, from his sculpted muscles to his expensive clothes, was precision crafted and always perfectly in place.  Even now, in his magenta jumpsuit, Daniel made sure that the ill-fitting garment didn’t look too frumpy, and he always left it and the basic white briefs they’d given him folded carefully on the bed when he took a shower.  At first he’d been hesitant to do so while being watched, but the smug hunk refused to give in to such a display of weakness.  He was used to showering at the gym, though his expensive fitness center had private stalls, but the toilet was another story.  Daniel was humiliated at using being forced to relieve himself while he knew he was on camera, but as with the shower, no one would ever be able to tell by looking at his confident expression.  As far as he was concerned, he’d just add it to the bill as a free show when he sued them out of existence.

He still didn’t believe that he was really going to be pawned off to some random person like a stray dog at the pound.  He’d heard the stories about how people volunteered to take on an afflicted person, willingly letting their lives be changed by the curse.  People talked about it like they were performing a public service, but Daniel knew better.  None of it was real.  This was just the local government trying to extort him for money the way they did with the numerous parking and speeding tickets he continually racked up.  They gave him something to make his eyes glow, then tried to scare him until he was desperate enough to pay whatever “fine” they wanted.  Not him, he told himself.  He was too smart to fall for such a ruse.

“Sure you will,” the disinterested voice responded from the speaker.  Daniel jumped, startled by the sound.  His frequent rantings usually didn’t garner a response.  “Good news is, you’re about to find out.  One of these volunteers actually wanted to be paired off with you.”

“What?  You don’t actually expect me to believe some random person is going to…” Daniel was cut off by a loud, pneumatic hiss as the door swung open.  The portal was two stages, with another door already closed behind the man standing awkwardly in the entryway.  Daniel sized him up immediately, noting the stranger’s thin, toned build and short blonde hair.  The other man stood a few inches shorter, and appeared to be several years younger, looking to be in his mid-twenties at most.  Whoever he was, the younger man carried himself with an air of insecurity that made Daniel bristle.  He was the kind of meek punk the older man tore apart on a regular basis, and this would be no different.  “And who are you supposed to be?,” Daniel asked, folding his arms across his chest as he looked with disdain at the younger man’s plain outfit of chino shorts and a tight t-shirt.

“Uh, hi.  I’m Sam,” the younger blonde said, offering his hand and letting it hang in midair for a few moments before retracting it.  “I know this isn’t exactly ideal, but…”

“But nothing,” Daniel spat.  He stepped forward and glared down at the other man, trying to be as intimidating as possible.  “Why don’t we quit with the games and you people just tell me what it’ll cost to get out of here?  I have things I really need to be doing, and this charade has worn out its welcome.”

Sam took a step back, shaking his head.  “I’m sorry…I don’t know what you’re talking about.  They said there might be some confusion at first, but it should pass pretty…”

“Oh, is that what they said?” Daniel asked, giving a short, unamused laugh.  “The only thing I’m confused about is why you people think I’m…dumb enough…to…believe…” he trailed off when he felt a sudden breeze waft across his smooth, chiseled pecs.  Looking down, Daniel’s glowing eyes went wide when he saw that, while he’d been talking, he’d unzipped the top half of his jumpsuit.  He hadn’t even realized he was doing it, but there was no denying the zipper in his hand, stopping just at the base of his washboard abs.  “What?  What am I…” he broke off in a gasp as a sudden shudder ran through him, his thick cock twitching in his briefs.  His whole body was starting to tingle, and the brightened glow from his eyes cast the small cell in a pink haze.

It was hard to tell at first with the changing light, but as Daniel stared at the zipper in his hand, he thought he saw a shift in the body beneath the suit.  His abs seemed a bit too prominent, and his chest seemed to obscure them a bit too much.  His pecs had always been sculpted, but the muscled mounds had never protruded off his chest to such a degree.  “What…what is this?  Why do I feel like I’m…FUCK!”  Daniel yelped when he looked up from his changing body and found himself staring directly at Sam’s nose.  Just minutes before he’d looked slightly down at the younger man, but now, as he gawked, his vantage point dropped from nose to chin.  “Sa…Sam?  What’s…the fuck is happening to me?!”

Daniel was mortified as he continued to somehow grow and shrink at the same time.  His view dropped from the blonde’s chin, to his neck, and then to the top of his chest, all while his body continued to pack on muscle.  Daniel felt his shoulders broaden as his waist tightened above an ass that was expanding to fill out more of the briefs,  even as they started to hang loose on his hips.  The same went for the sleeves of his increasingly baggy jumpsuit that, for an instant, clung to inflated biceps before the material became excessive and sagged away.  Due to his broadened back and shoulders, the jumpsuit held until Daniel’s stunned gaze hit the middle of Sam’s chest before falling free and pooling at his feet.

The shrinking brunette couldn’t believe his eyes, for several reasons.  He’d always been fit and chiseled, but the body he now saw was that of a lightweight bodybuilder.  His pecs and arms bulged, his stomach was a tapering, shredded washboard, and he had a set of wide, powerful thighs that supported an inflated, meaty rear.  The ample, striated muscle would have made him look massive at his previous height, but currently only served to accentuate how short he’d become.  Looking directly at the bottom of Sam’s chest, Daniel guessed himself to be no more than five feet, if he was lucky.

Adding to his confusion was the way the realization made him feel.  Instead of horror, his cock throbbed in his baggy briefs.  The fat organ didn’t appear to have changed, looking even larger than normal as it support the loose fabric that hung low on Daniel’s trimmed hips.  He’d initially stared at Sam to size him up, but it occurred to Daniel that he was looking at the younger man with an entirely different purpose in mind.  The lean torso outlined beneath the blonde’s thin t-shirt made his mouth water, and his stubby new fists clenched and relaxed absently as he fought the urge to reach out and grab the other man.

As much as he wanted to give in to the strange new desire, Daniel was still watching the pieces of his new life fall into place.  The sight and smell hit him at the same time as the shrunken stud noticed the copious stains covering his formerly pristine briefs, a heavy, musky body odor filling his nostrils.  The old Daniel was mortified at the thought of the rank odor coming from himself, and at the sudden appearance of the dried cum stains coating his ripped, burly new body.  He looked, and smelled, like he’d been either fucking or working out, or both, for several days without bothering to take a shower.

“You okay, Danny?”  The short stud smiled even as the remains of his former self bristled at the condescending nickname.  He shivered when Sam ran a hand over his head, relishing the sensation so much that it took a moment to realize his formerly thick hair was now short and buzzed.

“Fuck yeah, babe,” Danny said, his formerly eloquent voice now a scrappy grunt.  He stepped forward and grabbed Sam’s perky bubble, craning his neck to look up at the younger man.  “‘Bout time your ass got here.  Jerkin’ this thing gets boring after a while.”  The old Daniel screamed at himself to stop when his free hand slipped into his briefs and began tugging on his aching rod.  The motion caused his briefs to lose their tenuous grip, but he looked entirely unbothered as he stepped out of the pile of clothes with his warped, buff little body on display.

“Right.  Like you’d EVER get bored with that,” Sam laughed, giving Danny’s buzzed scalp a rough rub.

The shorter hunk smiled, leaning into the other man’s palm while he ground his cock against Sam’s shorts.  Despite being entirely out of character, both in his appearance and behavior, the scenario was starting to feel frighteningly familiar to Daniel.  There was something about the thinner man’s body towering over him that felt both entirely normal and comforting, drowning out the voice in his head that told him he shouldn’t be eagerly opening Sam’s shorts.  “What?  That ass ain’t gonna eat itself,” Danny said when the blushing blonde went to stop him.

“But…we’re on camera in here.  People are watching,” Sam stammered.

“So?  They watched me tug my meat for two days.  It’s nothin’ new,” Danny shrugged, feeling dizzy at the rush of new memories.  Instead of seeing himself as a tall, lean executive raging in his cell, he now saw himself as a burly little bruiser, casually jerking himself off.  The cum stains in his briefs and on his body suddenly made sense as Danny remembered pumping away, desperate to relieve his constant need regardless of who was watching.  He shoved the protesting man down on the bed and pulled his shorts and underwear free, unable to think of anything other than how cute the embarrassed blonde looked.

Though as strange as it was to have another man making his stomach flutter, it was even stranger for Danny to pause at Sam’s feet.  As he tugged the other man’s shorts to his ankles, he found himself excitedly pulling the blonde’s shoes and socks off.  The sight of the slender feet made him groan, and before he even realized it, he’d lifted one of them to his mouth.  “MMMMmm…so fuckin’ good…” he grunted, running his tongue along the sole of Sam’s foot before sucking the toes into his mouth, one-by-one.  The old Daniel was horrified by the thought of his warped, naked body hungrily sucking on another man’s foot while on camera, but Danny only wanted more.  He started tugging on himself while he sucked, savoring the stale aroma and the musky taste.

He needed more.  After giving each foot a thorough tongue bath, Danny climbed up on the bed and straddled Sam, pulling the flustered blonde’s shirt free.  The shorter man’s cock surged at the sight of his now-lover’s toned, naked frame, but he didn’t stop to look for long.  Instead, Danny dropped his face to Sam’s side, burying his nose and mouth in the other man’s armpit.  He licked and huffed, grinding their cocks together as his frenzy built.  As much as he loved the heady body odor lurking under Sam’s deodorant, it still wasn’t what he needed.

Danny was like a bloodhound searching for a trail.  He ran his mouth down Sam’s tight stomach, sniffing and licking desperately.  When he reached it, the diminutive stud gave the blonde’s oozing cock a few tentatives strokes with his tongue, but the aching rod wasn’t what he was looking for either.  It wasn’t until Danny was nuzzling the underside of Sam’s churning balls that he zeroed in on his final destination.

The addled, shrunken man had heard himself say it earlier, but it wasn’t until he was flipping Sam over that he actually believed he was about to put his mouth on another man’s ass.  Daniel screamed at Danny to stop, but the way his body vibrated with excitement when he looked at Sam’s tight little bubble told him it was a lost cause.  All he could do was brace himself as he spread his new friend’s cheeks, and keep repeating that he didn’t love the salty, sour taste after he’d leaned in.

“Fuck me I missed this shit,” Danny grunted, running his tongue in a circular motion around Sam’s twitching button.

“It’s only been tw…two days…” Sam gasped, burying his face against the thin mattress and clutching at the sheets while the other man ravenously worked his hole.

“I get hungry,” Danny grinned, reluctantly lifting his head and sliding up to drape himself over Sam’s back.  “And horny.”

Sam hissed when Danny shoved himself inside.  “NNNGGGgod I lov…love when you…do that…”

“Fuck yeah you do,” Danny barked, his head spinning as he started rolling his hips.  He was having a hard time remembering which memories were right, the new ones where he saw himself as a raunchy little meathead, or the ones where he was an uptight, proper executive.  His dick was happy to decide for him, and with each thrust he lost more and more of the old memories.  Daniel tried to stop, but he was little more than a vague memory in Danny’s limited new brain.  Far from being an educated executive, the scrappy stud could barely read.  He didn’t have an impressive vocabulary; he grunted and swore like a sailor, not caring what anyone thought about him.  He didn’t live in a spacious townhouse anymore, but in the younger man’s small, one-bedroom apartment.  But that suited Danny just fine.  His needs were simple, and as long as he could lift and fuck he was content.  Unlike Daniel, Danny was far more focused on his impressive little body than anything related to his brain.  That smart stuff was what Sam was for; he could work in the office while Danny spent his time at the gym.  The younger man took care of him, and this was how Danny paid him back.  Sam could do the thinking, and he’d do the fucking.  The little bruiser knew he needed his taller lover, but far from resenting him for it, Danny’s stomach fluttered just thinking about the younger man.  He was hopelessly devoted, and well aware of how lucky he was that they’d met in the first place.

Even as he had the thought, Danny felt his powerful new body nearing the edge.  He gave a final thrust, pumping out the phantom remains of Daniel with the copious explosion, until all that remained was the horny, filthy little hunk.  Breathing deep of his rank, ripe aroma while he pumped out the last of his load, Danny didn’t remember exactly why he’d been locked in the small room for the past two days, but he didn’t really care.

All that mattered now was that Sam was there, and they’d be going home.

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Justin

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“Steve?  What are YOU doing here?”  Justin sprang up from the bed at the sight of the other man.  He’d been in the small cell for just over a day, cut off from the outside world, and someone he actually knew walking through the doors was the last thing the young man expected.

“I think the better question is what are you doing here,” Steve said, cocking his head as he looked Justin up and down.  He wasn’t surprised to see the raven-haired hunk lounging with his pink jumpsuit half unzipped, exposing his smooth, chiseled torso.  Justin was gorgeous, and he knew it.  With a smooth, shredded body and a face that made women swoon, the smug stud was used to showing a little skin to get his way.  All he had to do was flash his charming smile and bat his dreamy eyes, and people usually caved.  All the ladies on campus wanted to be with him, and most of the guys wished they could be him, especially when they saw the long, thick banana cock swinging around the locker room.  Far from being unaware, Justin used his stunning looks to his full advantage.  He hopped from bed to bed all over campus, while a handful of bored housewives in town were oblivious that they were footing his bills with half a dozen other women.  Justin knew he was leaving a trail of wreckage in his wake; he just didn’t care.  He was interested in one thing and one thing only: himself.  As long as he was getting attention and getting off, the rest could sort itself out.

“I don’t even know, man.  These stormtroopers snatched me outta class yesterday, telling me I had that eye curse?  What the fuck, dude?  That shit’s just some internet bullshit, right?  My eyes are just red from allergies.”  Justin rubbed his eyes, his hands running along his prominent cheekbones and razor jaw when he was done.  He gave Steve a pleading look, his eyes lingering on the ginger’s broad shoulders, and the outline of his friend’s defined pecs pressing against his t-shirt.  The sight made his cock twitch confusingly in his briefs, but he blamed it on his lack of an orgasm in the last twelve hours.  “They look fine, don’t they?”

Steve’s expression answered before his mouth could.  “Sorry, dude,” he said, shaking his head.  “They’re glowing pretty good.  You look like you’ve got some LEDs in there or something.”  He gave an awkward laugh, blinking and shaking his head when he noticed the scrubby beard sprouting on his friend’s normally smooth cheeks.  He didn’t think he remembered seeing it when he walked in, and the same could be said for the wiry hairs pushing their way out across Justin’s perfectly proportional pecs.  There was a voice in his head that told him his friend wasn’t hairy, but even as he had the thought, Justin questioned whether or not that was true.  “I heard you got pulled out of class and thrown in here.  I couldn’t just leave you in here.”

“But…if it’s true, doesn’t that mean you’re gonna be affected too?”  Justin took a step back, absently scratching at the wiry hair coating his chest.  His eyes went wide when he felt it, and when he saw the size of his arm straining against the sleeve of his jumpsuit.  Instead of being toned and lean he sported biceps the size of small melons, and he finally noticed the tingling sensation covering him from head to toe.  “Is…is something happening…” he asked, his hand shaking as he reached up and felt the short, rough beard coating his prominent jaw.  The motion caused his arm to brush against his chest when it normally wouldn’t have, and the stunned pretty boy understood why when he looked down and saw the hairy mountains steadily pushing out of his open jumpsuit.  Instead of being perfectly sculpted to match the rest of his body, the bulging mounds were almost comically oversized compared to the rest of his torso, their enormous mass only accentuated by the dense forest of hair that covered them. “Steve?  Something’s not…not riiiinnngghh!”  Justin trailed off into a short, huffing grunt when the increasingly tight jumpsuit exploded off his arms and shoulders.  The formerly lean limbs were now fur-covered pistons, looking as large as most men’s thighs, hanging off hulking, cannonball shoulders that spread a waterfall of hair down his widened back.  All Justin could do was gawk at himself, his inflated arms feeling awkward and heavy as he pawed at the mountainous chest he could barely see over.

“Don’t know why they thought that little thing would fit you, but that was fun to watch,” Steve said with a laugh.  He stepped forward and pulled the tattered remains of the suit’s upper half free, running his hands through the coarse hair on Justin’s oversized chest.

“MMMMmmm…” the altered man moaned, his eyes drooping.  A wave of contentment washed over him from the sensation of Steve’s hands stroking his pecs, and, despite his terror, Justin felt a dull grin spread across his face.  He was so focused on the pleasant warmth that he never stopped to question why his supposedly straight friend was massaging his inflated muscle tits, or why he was enjoying it so much.  Justin was horrified by his disproportionate new bulk and equally disgusted by the unwanted blanket of hair, the combination of which left him looking more like a gorilla than a lean jock.  But he couldn’t deny how good they felt.  Even when he opened his eyes and saw the jet-black hair steadily lightening, all he could do was squirm and let out a series of quick little huffs while Steve toyed with his enlarged nipples.

“Goddamn I love this chest,” Steve sighed to himself, his hands looking small as he palmed each of the plump, furry mounds.  The hair that had been a deep ebony just moments before had turned stark white, popping against Justin’s olive skin and drawing further attention to his friend’s apish proportions.  If he noticed the change it didn’t show as he continued kneading, roughly tweaking the nubby tips between his thumb and finger.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Justin moaned, the sensation pushing him over the edge.  He spasmed, forgetting the dread he felt over his warped body and its coating of ivory hair.  Without thinking, he grabbed the clinging remains of his jumpsuit and tented briefs with his widened, roughened palms and tore them both free like they were made of tissue.  He broke out in goosebumps when he felt the rush of air on his still-perky bubble and his fat, rigid cock sprang free.  Other than the freakishly white hair his lower half was more or less unchanged, but instead of being a comfort, Justin knew it only made him look even more top heavy.  He tried not to think about what he looked like, his tight ass and toned thighs now covered in a layer of fur, while his cock looked less impressive sticking out of the dense jungle that was his bush.

And making it all worse were the confusing new urges coursing through him.  His fear and humiliation were all swept aside by the overwhelming impulses coming from Steve’s hands on his chest.  He loved the look of absolute adoration on the other man’s face when his redheaded friend leaned in and began licking the tortured nipples, the devotion making him feel strong and powerful.  “Fuck!” Justin barked, reaching up and swallowing the back of Steve’s head in one of his giant new hands.  He buried the other man’s face in the deep valley between his inflated mountains, digging his aching cock against Steve’s leg.  “Fuck!” He grunted again, his stomach dropping when he realized he’d tried to say more, but couldn’t.  “Need it,” he huffed, letting Steve lift his head.  He couldn’t say any of the words he wanted when they locked eyes, barely managing a rough, “gotta cum!”

“I know you do, big guy,” Steve grinned, giving Justin’s nipple another lick before reaching down and wrapping a hand around the other man’s oozing pole.

Justin was mortified at the series of deep, wordless grunts that followed.  He wasn’t just built like a gorilla; he was starting to sound like one.  He only wished he could care.  The old Justin was screaming at him that this was all wrong, but the new Justin felt perfectly at home with Steve worshipping his pecs and jerking him off. It wasn’t until he felt the tingling again that the veneer of normalcy cracked.  Justin longed for a mirror as he felt a buzzing swarm of insects begin to crawl beneath the skin of his face.  Before, the tingling had been mostly focused from the neck down, but now he could feel his forehead pushing forward, his brow sloping while his nose flattened and his jaw became exaggeratedly wide, leaving him with a full, blunted face beneath his new beard.

Though as horrifying as the changes to his face were, Justin’s attention was focused on the tingling between his legs.  It was becoming quickly apparent that a thickened bush wasn’t the only thing to blame for his cock looking less impressive.  With each of Steve’s strokes, the eager organ seemed to grow smaller and smaller.  The sensations were no less intense, but in a matter of moments his friend went from stroking along the lengthy rod, to kneading it with his hand, and then to tweaking it between a few fingers before it became so small that all Justin could do was roll his hips to grind his tiny new clit-dick against the other man’s palm.  The former hunk was shattered as he huffed and humped his uselessly small organ against Steve’s hand while the ginger continued to work his chest, his former life drifting farther away with each grunt.

His handsome, gold-digging days were over, having never existed in the first place.  Now, he was an eager, horny brute, his misshapen, simian body so hairy and his former pride and joy so small that he didn’t even need to wear pants to cover the shrunken equipment.  Instead of sweet talking women out of their savings, Justin could barely bark out more than a few words at a time, leaving the talking to Steve.  It wasn’t that Justin didn’t understand what people said, he just got distracted easily.  His powerful body was constantly on overdrive, and his ginger friend helped relieve the persistent pressure.  That left Justin with a way to get off, and in exchange, Steve got his mammoth pecs to play with and worship.  It was a win-win for both of them.

“NNNNGGGNNHHNN!”  Justin gave a final pump against Steve’s palm, his powerful bellow a sharp contrast to the pitiful spurting from his clit-dick.  His overworked pecs heaved against his friend’s face as he caught his breath and shook his head in a daze.  There was just enough of the old Justin left to feel a final stab of humiliation when he saw the tiny running shorts where his tattered jumpsuit should have been.  The thin, blue material would have looked eye catching and sexy on his old body, but now he knew he’d look like a teddy bear wearing clothes, and the tight fit would only accentuate what he’d lost between his furry thighs.  The knowledge didn’t stop him from putting them on.  He knew the sooner he got dressed, the sooner they could leave.  And the sooner they could leave, the sooner he could take them off again once they were back home.  “Home,” he grunted, looking down at himself and wondering why he’d been so focused on the flat, empty front of the shorts.  With all the hair spilling out from the waist and leg openings the shorts were almost redundant, but Justin knew Steve wouldn’t let him walk around without them.

The ginger grinned and took him by the hand, nodding at the open doors behind them.  “Let’s get you home.”