Shattered (Patreon)

Scott couldn’t tell if he was awake or having a nightmare.  Everything felt vivid, as if he was wide awake, but since shooting upright in bed the young man found himself frozen in place.  The extent of his movement was limited to his darting eyes and his heaving, sculpted chest as his heart raced.  His muscled arms flexed while they held him up on his elbows, but he couldn’t move them an inch.

Staring at the blurry, humanoid outline watching from the foot of his bed, Scott wished his darkened bedroom would have had a surreal or dreamlike quality to it.  Instead, everything seemed horrifyingly mundane.  He could still remember the dream he’d been having, a pleasant bedroom romp with a fantastically endowed version of the curvy brunette he always hit on at the coffee shop.  In the dream, her normally petite frame bore a mountainous set of breasts that Scott was taking full advantage of until a chill shot through him.  A deep, resonant laughter accompanied the sensation, jettisoning him back to the waking world with dizzying force.  The dazed blonde stared at the hazy figure for several moments before his groggy brain pieced together the bizarre input his eyes were sending it, leaving him wide-eyed and trembling in the spectral presence.

“What…what are you…?”  Scott croaked, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper.  Though he couldn’t see any features on what he assumed to be the figure’s ghostly head, he could hear the smile in the response.

“He finally speaks.  I thought you were just going to stare all night.  Though I do enjoy the view.”

A skittering embarrassment crept in beneath Scott’s dread at the the smooth, distinctly human voice echoing in his head.  The sound made him acutely aware of the tented sheet between him and the phantom intruder.  His long, thick cock refused to soften, and in his frozen state there was nothing the athletic stud could do to cover himself.  “Are you a…ghost,” Scott asked, blushing when the floating entity let out another laugh.

“No…I’m much, much worse,” it said, their voice going cold.

Scott started to sweat, his tapering frame straining against the invisible bonds holding him in place.  “What…what do you waaah!”  He broke off in a gasp when the sheet flung itself off the bed, exposing his naked frame in full.  Normally the handsome blonde was proud of his sturdy thighs, ripped abs and chiseled pecs, but watching his thick club bob back and forth he felt none of the smug swagger he was accustomed to.  “How did you…” Scott hadn’t seen the figure move, yet the sheet somehow threw itself forcefully across the room.

“If you’re going to flex those muscles of yours I at least want to watch,” the strange entity said, ignoring the young man’s question.

Scott’s body went crimson, his humiliation momentarily outweighing his fear.  “What are you?  What the fuck do you want,” he barked, hating the chuckle he heard in his head.  His smooth skin broke out in a roadmap of definition as he struggled, unintentionally giving the menacing figure exactly what it wanted.

“What do I want?  I want to be left alone so I can work in peace, but you and your friend saw fit to come to my house and disturb me,” the voice growled in Scott’s mind.

“What are you talking about?  I don’t even know who you are!  I’ve never been to your fuckin’…house…” the young man trailed off, going pale as he thought back to earlier in the day.  He’d been out for a run with Cody when they’d passed the old Beaumont estate.

The house, and the entire Beaumont family, were the subject of countless urban legends.  Everyone had a different story about cults and devil worship, and how Rudolph Beaumont had gone crazy and murdered his family as part of some ritual.  They’d swear that they saw robed figures through the windows and heard mysterious sounds coming from the house late at night, or at least knew someone who did.

In reality, the sprawling victorian had been in a state of disrepair for as long as anyone in town could seem to remember.  There had never actually been a Beaumont family, just Rudolph himself, and though he had gone missing, there was never any evidence of foul play.  For all anyone knew, the wealthy recluse just left town one day.  It was odd that no one did anything with the house, but the more practical-minded people in town just assumed an estate owned it.  Given the building’s dilapidated condition and the overgrown grounds, there were no signs that anyone actually still lived there.  The house was always dark at night, and no one had ever been seen coming or going, other than the occasional youth who used the ominous location as a right of passage.

So when Cody dared him to go up and knock on the door, Scott’s arrogance had gotten the better of him.  To prove how unafraid he truly was, the blonde jock vaulted the wrought-iron gate, picked up a rock, and pitched it through one of the front windows, much to the delight of the other man.  It was a childish display, especially for a pair of college students, but the fit young men were known more for their impressive looks than their maturity level.  It was the kind of brash activity they engaged in all the time, such a common occurrence that Scott had forgotten all about it until waking up with the blurry intruder in his room.

“Uh, hey man, I’m really sorry about the window,” the naked jock stammered.  “It was just a joke, you know?  I’ll fix it!”  Scott’s stomach dropped when the figure seemed to come momentarily into focus.  Instead of a blurry patch in his vision, he saw a thin, middle-aged man with a bald head wearing an antiquated suit.  Even from the brief glimpse the man reeked of wealth, and Scott couldn’t help but notice the handkerchief with the embroidered letters “RB” sticking out of the jacket’s breast pocket.

“I’ve already fixed it, but thank you for the offer.”  The man’s voice was gentle as it bounced around inside Scott’s skull.  “You actually did me a favor.  The old one needed replaced for years, it’s just so hard to keep track of time when you’re in a state like this.  My work tends to keep me focused on other things, but then you and your friend came along.  I suppose that’s how things go, right?  They get broken, then put back together as something better?  There’s a lesson there, and since you’re so eager to shatter things, you can help me teach it to that handsome friend of yours.”

“I don’t understand…” Scott said, dizzy from the voice buzzing in his brain.  He didn’t know what the man meant when he mentioned his “work” or the “state” he was in, but the frightened jock was starting to suspect that the urban legends didn’t come anywhere close to what Rudolph had really been up to in his old house.

“It’s simple…you’re going to break your friend, and then put him back together as something better.  With my help, of course,” the man said, his tone matter-of-fact.  “The two of you clearly have an abundance of energy.  We just need to focus that on something more productive.  Maybe each other?”

“You’re crazy!  There’s no way I’m gonna fuck with my friend,” Scott growled, trying his best to sound intimidating.

“Not right now, no.  But that’s only because we haven’t broken and fixed you yet.  All this macho posturing and blustering…if it’s this exhausting to listen to, I can only imagine what it’s like to experience firsthand.  Once we get rid of all that, things should be much, much easier.  Trust me…you’ll not only shatter your friend; you’ll want to.  As soon as we redirect all these vigorous desires of yours, you won’t be able to help yourself.  You’ll want to do all sorts of things together, and with most men from now on, I’d imagine.”  The man paused, chuckling again at Scott’s stricken expression.  “Don’t worry!  The point is to rebuild better, remember?  You’ll be well equipped to handle them all.”

Scott opened his mouth to respond, but his voice was drowned out by a loud crash of broken glass, the world going dark around him.  The fit young man felt numb and bodiless as he floated in the inky abyss, his mind reeling from what he’d just been told.  He didn’t know what Rudolph meant, and he was terrified that he was about to find out.

When sensation began to return, it came in tingling waves of pleasure.  Scott was suddenly aware of his body again when a pulse surged through his aching cock.  He squirmed, grateful to be able to move once more, but confused by what he felt as he reached for his throbbing member.  The thick log filled his hand to capacity, and when his eyes finally fluttered open a few moments later, he gasped at the sight of the mammoth beast.  Instead of being a reasonably thick, seven inches, he held a club that stretched for nearly a foot.

“Wha…is that my…” he groaned, arching his back when another wave of lust washed over him.  The motion drew his attention to a strange aching at his backside and he rolled onto his side to reach behind.  “Wait…that’s…that’s not right…” Scott murmured to himself, his heart starting to race.  He felt like he should have held a firm, solid little bubble in his hand, not a plump, supple globe that seemed to go on for miles.  The expansive cheek was broad and yielding, giving against his probing fingers as he sought out the source of the unfamiliar aching.  “HOOOOuuuUUhhh!”  The blonde jock spasmed when his hand slipped into his deepened valley, the inflated cock oozing against the bed quickly becoming an afterthought.  There was another flash of awareness, an alarm bell signaling that something wasn’t right, but Scott ignored it in his desperate quest for relief.  Unable to get a good angle on his side, the addled stud rolled back onto his back, hoisted his legs into the air, and slipped several fingers into his ravenous hole with a kind of ease that made him doubt the alarmed klaxon in his brain.  If this was something he shouldn’t be doing, it didn’t make sense that he'd be so good at it.  “Fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” he groaned, his fat pole oozing an ecstatic puddle onto his straining abs.

As the moaning jock fingered himself and looked around the dim bedroom in a daze, Scott began to question the details of his surroundings.  The posters of underwear-clad men papering the walls didn’t feel right, nor did the small piles of bright, skimpy underwear that were scattered across the floor.  Scott felt like they should have been boxers, and that it should have been posters of scantily clad women, but when he tried to picture either he hit a wall.  No matter how hard he tried the memories refused to form, as if he’d truly never seen them in the first place.

His confusion only lasted a moment before he pushed himself over the edge and sprayed like a hose against his chest and face.  Scott sputtered as the warm fluid launched into his slack-jawed mouth, wondering if the taste and the sensation of the sticky rain cascading over his sculpted pecs should have seemed so familiar.  His body certainly responded as if everything was perfectly normal, and by the time he rolled off the bed and grabbed a discarded t-shirt to wipe himself up, even the feeling of his bouncing rear no longer registered as strange.

“Weird night…” he muttered, looking at the cum-soaked crop-top in his hands.  As with everything else since waking, a voice in his head told Scott he’d never owned anything like it, but the flustered jock pushed it aside.  He continued ignoring it when he opened his dresser drawer and slipped into a cherry red thong, not pausing until he caught sight of himself in his mirror as he was walking out the door.  The overly-stuffed bulge pulling the pouch low accentuated his trim waist, drawing further attention to the way his ass and thighs had expanded.  The legs that he thought should have been toned and lean had widened at the thigh to compensate for the hefty cakes at his back, and while the rest of his athletic frame was just as chiseled and tapering as always, Scott blushed at the realization that he could now be classified as “thick.”  His embarrassment only lasted a moment, and instead of dreading it, he grinned at the thought and gave one of his fat cheeks a slap as he sauntered out into the house.

He made it down the hall and to the kitchen before the alarmed voice in his head started up again.  Now that he was out of his surreal bedroom and into the rest of the unaltered house, the sensation of his fattened ass bouncing free, his girthy, swinging package barely contained, started to feel less joyous and more like a nightmare.  The way he moved, adding a sway to his step, his arms seeming to float next to him in the air, and the way he stood in an arched-back pose at the counter, further accentuating his plump cheeks, all seemed horribly wrong.  Scott suddenly wanted to scream when he looked down at his warped frame, but as he turned to dart back to his room he found himself face-to-face with Cody.

The sight of the groggy brunette’s athletic frame in nothing but his boxers hit Scott like a punch in the gut.  He gave a quiet gasp, his heart racing and his face going red when he felt his inflated log start to twitch almost immediately.  He was mortified at being caught in his current state, but he was more embarrassed at the way he couldn’t stop staring.  His eyes lingered on Cody’s bulging, oversized pecs, broad shoulders, and thick biceps, taking their time as they traveled south along the bumpy road of the other man’s washboard stomach.  Scott’s mouth watered when he reached the elastic band of Cody’s boxers, and he licked his lips instinctively at the long, bouncing hose he saw beneath the thin cotton.  His friend was every bit the handsome jock that he was, but instead of knowing that on an objective level, Scott felt it down to his bones.  Cody’s short brown hair, his dimpled chin and pouty lips; all of it washed over the stunned blonde like a wave.

“Mornin’,” the sleepy hunk yawned as he stumbled over to the coffee maker.  Scott was so focused on the sight of his friend’s solid little bubble filling out the back of his boxers that he didn’t notice his friend’s casual reaction at first.  Not only was he wearing something completely out of character, Cody should have immediately noticed his warped proportions, but the other man was acting like it was a perfectly normal morning.

“Uh…hey,” Scott said, his stomach dropping when he felt his cock start to harden.  Instead of asking Cody why he wasn’t freaking out, or at the very least retreating back to his room, all he did was stand there with his rapidly-tenting thong on display.  He didn’t even try to cover himself as he batted his eyes and posed at the other end of the counter, leaving him with an overwhelming desire to crawl under a rock and hide when Cody turned back towards him and saw his rigid beast.

Scott’s stomach fluttered at his friend’s sleepy half-smile, his brain racing as he tried to understand how any of the strange events were happening, and both of their apparent nonchalant reactions to them.  Cody wasn’t overly homophobic, but if the changes to Scott’s body weren’t enough, the sight of his roommate in nothing but a bright thong throwing wood in his direction should have at least made the smug ladies man pause.

“Did you have company last night,” Cody asked, turning back to the cupboards to grab a mug.  “I heard you talking to someone.  Or were you doing your cam boy shit again?”  Scott had no idea what his friend meant by “cam boy shit”, but he didn’t like the hazy memories he had of working his altered body in front of a monitor.  Though, at the moment, he was too busy staring at the way Cody’s body moved, how his friend’s arm flexed and his waist tightened as he reached up into the cupboard, to worry.

“No, I…” Scott trailed off.  He clearly remembered having a conversation with someone, and that whoever it was had caused all of this to happen, but their actual identity and motivation was a blank spot.  “Must’ve been talking in my sleep.”

Scott swallowed hard, his heart racing.  The longer he eyed Cody, the stranger he felt, and not just from the way his cock embarrassingly ached.  As he continued to stare back and forth between the other man’s prominent pecs and the low-riding boxers that teased his shredded obliques, Scott began to notice an odd vibrating sensation at the back his skull.  It seemed to grow in time with the blonde jock’s confusing, lustful new thoughts, making it hard to focus on anything else.  He leaned back against the counter, dizzy from the cloud of insects buzzing in his brain, just as Cody froze.

The dazed blonde only had enough time to blink at his friend, the world coming to a stop around them while spiderwebbing veins of dull green light spread across the brunette’s lean frame.  With a sickening sound of shattering of glass, Scott watched Cody explode into a cloud of shards that hovered, sparkling in midair.  Before the horror of what Scott just witnessed could sink in, the pieces began gluing back together from the top down, like an image being rendered over a slow connection.  Cody’s short brown hair and handsome features rebuilt themselves in their previous image, but as soon as the pieces reached the broken man’s chest, things took a drastic turn.  Like Scott’s inflated rear, the frozen jock’s pecs stitched back together at triple their previous size.  Instead of looking like Cody took one too many chest days each week at the gym, the heaping mounds of muscle jutted out so far that the top-heavy jock wouldn’t be able to see over them.

Scott wondered if that would be a blessing as the rest of his friend rematerialized.  Cody’s tight waist looked even moreso beneath the juicy muscle tits, but the other man’s impressive abs were an afterthought compared to his altered lower half.  Instead of the powder blue boxers he’d been wearing, Cody now sported panties of the same color.  That would have been jarring in and of itself, but the flat patch of fabric where the formerly hung man's hefty package should have been made it all the more shocking.

As the rest of Cody fell back into a familiar formation, Scott didn’t know if he’d been staring for hours or seconds.  He had a vague memory of hearing a familiar shattering the night before, and he looked down at his own warped body with renewed horror.

“Whoa…that was weird…” Cody stammered.  Scott looked up as the other man stumbled, thrown off by his inflated chest.  His friend’s eyes were wide and his face pale as the stunned jock reached up with one hand to prod his muscled shelf, while the other brushed against his new opening.  Scott couldn't tell if Cody had the same hazy, dual awareness that he did.  His friend seemed surprised, but as the shocked silence continued on, the brunette’s expression softened.  Instead of the frantic horror that Scott knew Cody should be experiencing at the loss of his pride and joy, the other man just shook his head and smiled.

“You okay,” Scott asked, watching the hand on Cody’s chest go from tentative prodding to slow, gentle strokes across the solid mountains.  He’d wanted to react with the kind of horror that he’d wished Cody had when his friend first saw him, but like the other man’s unflinching response, he was already having a hard time convincing himself that anything was out of the ordinary.

Cody strained to look down over his freakish pecs, his stubble-covered chin nearly brushing against the cresting piles when he nodded.  “Guess I’m still out of it.  I didn’t sleep well since someone,” he said, emphasizing the last word as he stepped closer to Scott, “made me sleep alone last night.”  Before the bottom-heavy blonde could ask what Cody was talking about, the other man reached down and flicked the tented pouch of his thong aside, letting his rigid pole spring free.  “And now you’re going to stand here and tease me with the big guy?  That’s just mean,” he pouted.

“I…I don’t…” Scott stammered, even as his hands reached up to cup Cody’s plumped pecs.  He searched his friend’s eyes for any sign that the other man knew something was horribly wrong, but Cody just pursed his lips and gave a soft groan when Scott started squeezing.  The sensation of his friend’s heavy chest pressing against him was overwhelming, and it was the blonde’s turn to whimper when Cody began grinding his flattened crotch against him.

The lusty brunette raised an eyebrow, tapping Scott on the lower lip with a finger.  “Don’t?  That’s not a word we use in this house, mister,” he grinned, reaching down to give his friend’s aching log a tug.

The blonde jock's groan was swallowed when Cody leaned in and pressed their lips together.  Feeling his friend’s tongue wrestling against his own, the voice in Scott’s head started up again, but he quickly realized that it was only the idea of kissing another man that made him pause.  In practice, it felt wonderfully familiar.  The way he and Cody writhed together came with the kind of ease that was only achieved through repetition, and even the smell and taste of his friend was oddly comforting.  They’d horsed around and wrestled plenty over the years, but Scott never imagined that holding the other man in his ams could ever feel this good.

Especially with Cody’s eager new hole batting against his now-oozing cock.  The inflated monster was leaking an embarrassing amount of pre-cum as his friend tugged on it, and the flow only grew stronger when Cody let go and reached around to begin toying with Scott’s cheeks instead.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Scott groaned, breaking off the kiss and pressing his forehead against Cody’s while the other man’s fingers pressed around his eager hole.  He was torn.  On the one hand, he was confusingly eager to slip between his friend’s toned thighs, but on the other, he wished more than ever that Cody still had a long, thick pole to use on him instead.

“What do you think we’re doing,” the top-heavy jock laughed.  He spun his friend around and tore the thong free, dropping to his knees in the process.

Scott howled when Cody parted his plump globes and buried his face between them.  He was normally quiet during sex, but the altered jock was embarrassed to discover that, along with the rest of his changes, he’d become a screamer.  He dug his fingers into the counter, squirming and whimpering at the incessant bliss Cody’s tongue was bringing him.  He was dimly aware that the other man shouldn’t be licking his asshole clean, nor should he be letting him, but the thought paled in comparison to his building ecstasy.  He was in such a daze when Cody finally stopped that he barely heard the drawer open, and he gave a quick gasp when the heavy rubber slapped against his tingling bottom.

Scott couldn’t believe what he was looking at when he saw the large, double-ended dildo in Cody’s hand.  He didn’t know why they’d keep one in the kitchen, either, but the sight of the silicone cock was like water to a man dying of thirst.  He could feel himself losing control as he whimpered and looked at his friend with, wide, pleading eyes.

“I was going to say we should go back to one of our rooms, but fuck it.  We keep these things around for a reason, right?”  Cody’s heaping pecs bounced when he shrugged, and Scott’s cock was like a faucet as he watched his friend bat one end of the dildo against the front of his panties.  His body on autopilot, the ravenous blonde practically threw himself on the ground and quickly hoisted his legs into the air.

“Yes…yeeeesssssss…” he whined.  Cody lubed one end with the copious fluid Scott was now leaking all over his stomach, and the blonde jock let out a wordless grunt, his eyes rolling back in his head when his friend worked one end inside.

The fact that Cody had been stripped of his dick but was still the one fucking him wasn’t lost on the spasming stud.  His own cock may have doubled in size, but the hulking organ was pointless in bringing him what he really wanted.  He lay panting on the floor, both loving and dreading the incessant dripping from his bulbous monster as he watched Cody slowly strip out of his panties.  The shock he’d expected to feel at the sight of his friend’s altered equipment never came, leaving nothing but the encompassing lust burning inside him.

“You make the absolute best faces,” Cody laughed as he lowered himself in front of his prone friend.  He leaned in for another kiss, shivering when his inflated pecs pressed against the backs of Scott’s thighs in the process.

“Who’s…teasing who…now…” Scott groaned, his friend’s condescending tone driving him wild.  The dread he’d been feeling all morning was falling away by the moment, and though the part of him that knew what was happening tried to hold on, the fear and anxiety slipped through his fingers like water.  He didn’t want to be embarrassed by their actions or humiliated by his altered appearance.  He didn’t care if he pranced around as a scantily clad, flamboyant bottom.  All he wanted was for his friend to settle on the waiting end of the dildo and bring him the release he needed.

Cody sighed as the silicone slipped inside, giving no sign that he was bothered by the presence of a fake cock filling the space where his dick should have been.  “I should make you give me the real thing since you left me hanging last night,” he said, his body tensing as their shared toy pushed deeper inside.

“Wo…won’t…happen again…” Scott grunted, arching his back off the ground when Cody started rolling his hips.  The sight of the other man’s ballooning pecs bouncing as he thrust nearly made Scott cum on the spot.  It didn’t help that Cody was penetrated so deep he slammed against the blonde’s equally ballooning rear, causing the oversized pillows to ripple and bounce with the same vigor.

Each jarring shake brought with it a flood of new memories.  Scott suddenly recalled the countless hours he and Cody had spent in a similar position, no longer a pair of straight jocks acting as a wingman for one another, but as a pair of uninhibited, exhibitionist lovers.  As the two hunks writhed together, complementing each other’s inflated additions, Scott understood why it all felt so easy and natural.

Through the hazy bliss, there was a stab of fear as the full weight of their altered future hit him.  Though he’d been pushed down deep, the old Scott was horrified at the images of himself prancing around campus in bright short-shorts, flaunting his plump globes and fat cock for anyone who wanted to look.  He tried to deny that it was really him batting his eyes at every guy who passed, and who spent his evenings debasing himself for strangers on the internet to make a living.  He wasn’t really uncontrollably horny and desperate all the time, and he told himself the bubbly, giggling voice he heard whimpering and whining couldn’t belong to him.  He tried to push it all aside and search his shifting memories in vain for the identity of the person who’d done this to them.  If he could find them and apologize, maybe he could fix things.

Even as he had the thought, it fled under the new memories of Cody.  Scott’s cock throbbed at the images of his panty-clad friend lounging around the house the way he used to in his boxers, his mountainous muscle tits always on display.  The top-heavy brunette hardly ever wore a shirt, and when he did it was always a crop-top or muscle shirt to further accentuate his oversized shelf.  Scott was further struck by how masculine Cody seemed compared to himself, despite the physical changes that suggested otherwise.  The blonde jock now fully lived up to the stereotype of his scalp, while Cody was more or less the same smug, confident stud he’d always been.  The major difference now was that Scott was the object of his affection, not a string of nameless girls he brought home from the bar every night.  The handsome brunette did have a wild streak that he’d never had before, often joining Scott in front of the camera and seeming to have no problem strutting around the pool in nothing but a skimpy bikini bottom, but for the most part he was the one keeping the bottom heavy blonde under control.

“Oh…oh fuck…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna…” Scott was torn away from his altering thoughts by a sudden surge of pressure.  He braced himself for the sticky torrent about to blast all over his face, but Cody grabbed him before he could explode.  The thrusting jock aimed Scott’s pulsing club at his bouncing mountains, letting out a low, guttural moan when the warm flood splashed against them.  As it had that morning, the blonde’s cock seemed to spurt endlessly, and there was just enough of the old Scott left to feel a final stab of terror at the image of himself as a uselessly hung, power bottom cum fountain pushed over the edge by someone who didn’t even have a dick anymore.  For the formerly straight jock, it was a shattering blow.  For the new Scott, it was a dream come true.  He watched Cody shudder and grunt, smearing the cum across his tits as he pushed himself over the edge.  The muscled mountains were dripping with Scott’s release, making it appear as if the spasming brunette was milking himself.

“Okay…that was…yeah, we’re square for last night…” Cody panted, falling forward and smearing his sticky chest against Scott as he leaned in for another kiss.

The prone blonde dropped his legs and squeezed his friend’s solid bubble, eagerly returning the embrace.  The two rolled around the floor, the dildo slipping free as Scott came to a rest on top of Cody.  His cock was already twitching as it wedged between them, and he popped his hips to grind it against his friend’s sticky abs.  “You sure about that?”