Fir Hollow, ch. 4: Right on Time (Patreon)

“How are you not freaking out right now?!”  Zack clutched the sides of his head, his toned arms flexing.  A fresh flood of crimson washed over his sharp features when he looked down and saw how the pose only further accentuated what he desperately wished to conceal.  Below the bottom of his too-short t-shirt, along the trail of golden hair that bisected his firm stomach, hung the stuffed, shiny pouch for all to see.  Thrust forward between his toned thighs, not only was the sequined bulge prominently displayed by his complete lack of pants, it was far larger than it should have been.  The young blonde’s heart raced as he felt the fresh air on his perky, barely-covered cheeks and on legs that were exposed down to his sneakers, his mind working just as quickly trying to understand what happened.

He’d been enjoying an afternoon skate session with Luis before the nightmare started.  Without anything close to an official skate park in Fir Hollow, they’d taken their boards downtown to the Clocktower Plaza.  With its smooth, wide open concrete, plentiful curbs, benches, and short stairwells, it was the next best thing.  Being the middle of the day they had the place mostly to themselves, save for a pair of city workers replacing a section of the landscaping, and up until the bell started ringing it had been an entirely pleasant way for the two young twenty-somethings to spend their day off.  The sun was out, the air was warm, and they’d been rocketing down the hilly streets without issue.

Then the clock struck three, and everything changed.

Zack had just watched Luis finish boardsliding one of the handrails when the hour changed.  Though he’d never stood directly at the base of the tower when it rang before, everyone in town was familiar with the sound of the bell, but the sheer, unexpected volume caught the lean young man off guard.  It penetrated to the core, rattling his bones and causing his vision to blur.  He shook his head, feeling like he’d just been tossed from his board and into a brick wall as the third chime faded from his redlined hearing.  Luis was still down by the street, apparently unbothered by the cacophony, but Zack’s attention was quickly pulled back to himself when he noticed his now-exposed lower half.  Instead of the skinny jeans and boxers he’d been wearing, he saw toned thighs dusted in golden hair and a shiny silver bulge that looked like it contained a grapefruit.  Even the baggy t-shirt that had draped below his waist had changed, still hanging just as loose off his tight torso, but now stopping just above his navel.  A small fanny pack hung against one hip, taking the place of the pockets he should have had while simultaneously accentuating his trim waist.  Zack was so disoriented from the auditory assault that he’d just given a shocked laugh at first.  Then he started screaming.

Luis acted quickly, guiding his panicked friend away from the plaza and down a nearby alley.  It butted up against the canal that ran through town, and it was just a short drop to a narrow bank concealed by the road above.  The secluded, makeshift tunnel was a favorite spot of theirs for getting high, but now it provided coverage for the frantic blonde’s breakdown.

“Dude.  Deep breath.”  Luis put his hands on Zack’s shoulders and fixed his friend’s wide blue eyes with his own.  “What the fuck’s gotten into you?  Did you drop some of that shit from Gary before we met up?  Why are you spazzing on me right now?”

“Look at me!”  Zack motioned down to his hefty bulge.  “Where’d my fucking pants go?!  And what happened to my junk?  It’s huge!”  He gripped the meaty equipment through his shiny bikini brief, his stomach dropping at how heavy it felt.  The fit blonde should have had a comparatively proportional, five inch rod and matching balls, not a heaping package that took two hands to lift.

The dark haired man sighed and rolled his eyes.  “Yeah.  I know.  EVERYONE knows…we’re already jealous, bro.  You don’t have to rub my face in it.  I mean, not unless you want to?”

Zack caught the hopeful note at the end of his friend’s confusing sentence, an equally unusual throb pulsing through his enlarged equipment.  His eyes kept roaming over Luis’s torso, lingering on the smooth, caramel pecs spilling out of his friend’s tank-top.  They’d spent countless hours cruising the streets shirtless over their years of friendship, and the sight of the other man’s body had never made Zack pause before.  They were both naturally lean, with tight, defined frames kept trim by constant skating, and while the addled blonde knew on an objective level that they were both attractive, he’d never felt it so intensely when looking at Luis before.  Now, despite his terror, he didn’t want to look away from his friend’s stubble-covered cheeks, pouty lips, and bright eyes.  “Wait…what did you just say?”

“Everyone knows you got that diamond dick, dude,” Luis said, sliding a hand down to hook a finger in the straining elastic waist of the other man’s shiny underwear.  “We all want it…you don’t need to brag.”

The blushing blonde gave a quiet gasp when his friend tugged, letting his dangling hose spill free.  Instead of five, the thick snake had to be close to eleven inches, with a palm-filling heft and a set of equally plump balls.  He didn’t know why his supposedly straight friend was interested in his dick any more than why he wanted the other man to be, but as he watched Luis’s hungry stares, Zack felt the swaying monster begin to twitch.  “What?  No!” He said, shaking his head and trying to will the stirring beast back to sleep.  “That doesn’t make sense!  And…and even if…why don’t I have pants on?!”

“You ARE high, aren’t you?” Luis laughed.  He pried his eyes away from the supple organ and reached into the bright fanny pack resting against Zack’s hip, pulling out his friend’s phone.  He brought up the blonde’s social media, scrolling through countless photos of the other man in his current state, or even less.

It was those latter pictures that made Zack’s stomach drop.  Seeing himself posing in nothing but crop tops and multi-colored variations of his sparkling underwear was bad enough, but mixed in were pictures where his fat organ was hard and fully on display.  It shouldn’t have been possible.  The physical changes aside, most of the photos were in public, but no one seemed at all bothered by his rigid club.  In many of them, the guys around him were either openly staring at it or even touching it, with Zack smiling as if everything was exactly as it should be.  The lean blonde wasn’t shy about his body, but he wasn’t an exhibitionist either, so the thought of walking around with a warped package literally up for grabs by other guys shouldn’t have provoked an eager grin.  “Luis…dude…I'm telling you…something weird happened.  This isn’t right…”

“I know,” the other man grinned as he reached down and tugged on the hardening club.  “You get this perfect cut’a meat and the rest of us have to fend for ourselves?  It’s not fair,” he said, fishing out his own wide, six inches with his other hand.  The organ was thick and impressive compared to Luis’s tight frame, but looked pitiful against Zack’s hulking equipment.  “I’m just glad you share.”

Zack groaned and fell against the wall of the tunnel.  The sensation of Luis tugging away while he watched his friend jerk himself off at the same time made the blonde’s exposed knees weak.  He didn’t know why the other man kept referring to his inflated log in such reverent terms, but looking at the plump, shapely organ, Zack felt an unfamiliar swell of pride.  He was still confused and mortified.  Nothing made sense and none of it should have been remotely possible.  He knew it had something to do with the clocktower, but he had no idea what or how, and no idea where to begin.

Zack tried to push back against the creeping tide of new memories, desperately telling himself they weren’t real.  He tried to hold onto the knowledge that he was straight, and that he didn’t really enjoy getting his flaunted dick worked by every guy in town, but even as he had the thought he knew it was a lie.  He loved it.  He loved the longing stares.  He loved the jealous advances.  He loved that he got to walk around with his perky bubble and perfect package on display.  He loved the look on a man’s face every time they realized he was fucking them better than they’d ever fucked a woman in their life.  He loved how men lined up to remind themselves that he was the best dick in Fir Hollow.  It wasn’t how things had been when he’d begun the day, he still knew that.  But, impossible or not, Zack started to believe it was the way things were supposed to be.

“Oh…oh fuck…” the hung blonde whimpered, pumping his hips in time with Luis’s stroking.  He reached out and ran a hand through his friend’s short, dark hair, loving the difference in their respective sizes as the other man worked them both.  He was tempted to grab the other man’s cock and take over on Luis, but held back.  He was already doing his friend a favor by giving him access, and he had another plan in mind.

“There he is,” Luis said as his friend’s stricken expression softened.  “You finally coming down?  You freaked me out back there.”

“Yeah, uh, sorry about that,” Zack said, knowing it was pointless to try and convince the other man that something had happened.  All evidence pointed to himself being the only one who knew better, and the increasingly smug skater was having a hard time coming up with reasons to protest.  He tugged on Luis’s tank-top and lifted it free when the other man raised his arms, relishing the feeling of the other man’s smooth, solid torso against his hands.  He stroked along his friend’s trim sides, tweaking the tiny nipples on Luis’s toned pecs and ignoring the voice in his head that kept telling him he shouldn’t be enjoying this.  “But, uh, what was that you said about wanting to rub your face in it?”  Zack sighed and closed his eyes as his friend dropped to his knees.  He’d figure out what happened when they were done.  Or not.  Given how good it felt to have Luis’s tongue gliding around his bulbous new head, Zack wasn’t in any hurry.

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Steve’s stomach dropped as soon as a shirtless Bill opened the door.  The first thing he saw was the bright green bra strapped around the burly bear’s chest, supporting the smooth, supple mounds that contrasted with the rest of his friend’s rugged build.  “Oh fuck, you had ‘em too?”

Bill nodded, wincing as he looked down at his heaping bosom.  “Whole drawer full of ‘em.”  The lime-green garment lifted the sizable new additions and thrust them forward, making them all the more prominent.  Clad as he was in a pair of loose gym shorts, the middle aged hulk was otherwise the portrait of masculinity, with sturdy legs, a meaty rear, and a noticeable bulge beneath his firm, hairy muscle gut.  A set of thick, piston-like arms and broad shoulders made the soft, yielding alterations all the more noticeable as they stood off his chest, wedged between the rest of his beefy torso below, and the full, weathered face with its trimmed, salt-and-pepper beard above.  “I thought they might’ve been Sarah’s, but guess who’s not my girlfriend anymore?  We’re just friends now, apparently,” Bill spat, looking exasperated as he shook his head.  “What about you?”

“Same.”  Steve nodded and swallowed hard, his flat, pug face turning beet red beneath his buzzed scalp.  “But fuck that.  I ain’t puttin’ that shit on,” he said, his own inflated pillows bouncing noticeably when he waved a muscled arm.  The stocky younger man’s t-shirt was lifted by his own set of plump mounds, exposing the base of his abs while his enlarged nipples poked noticeably against the fabric.  “I don’t care what everyone says…I know we didn’t have tits before yesterday!”

Bill sighed and shrugged, giving the other man a sympathetic look.  “I know that, and you know that…so how come everyone else thinks otherwise?”

“I don’t know!  And I don’t care…I just want my fuckin’ pecs back, man,” Steve barked.  Only a handful of years into his twenties, the former wrestler still had a stocky, well-muscled frame that he maintained through his job with the city.  He still hit the gym, but in between he spent his days doing manual labor, simple maintenance, and landscaping jobs, the latter of which they’d been working on when everything turned upside down.  Steve knew he didn’t have the best face, but he’d always made up for it with his impressive build.  Now, he didn’t know what to do.  “This is bullshit,” he grunted, his face turning purple as he peeled out of the shirt to give Bill a look.  Despite historically spending more time with his shirt off than on, there was an unaccustomed rush of exposure when the stocky jock pulled it off, like he’d just whipped his fat cock out instead.

“I don’t know WHAT it is, but bullshit’s as good a place to start as any,” Bill said, his eyes tracing along Steve’s broad shoulders.  Though he’d been equally altered, the sight of the other man’s cresting tits made his cock stir in a way the straight hulk wasn’t used to.  “I’m sure you saw how deep this goes?”

“Don’t remind me, man,” Steve groaned.  After their terrifying alterations the day before, Steve, like Bill, had raced home to discover a world that thought he’d always been so busty.  In addition to the new undergarments, he found album after album of photos with him looking the way he currently did.  In his old wrestling pictures his heaping chest spilled out of his singlet, and he saw his altered frame sticking out like a sore thumb in all of his team photos.  But more horrifying were the casual shots.  Pictures from the beach now had him with a bikini top on, but as if that wasn’t bad enough, in most of them he wore matching bottoms.  They’d clearly been cut for a man as they managed to contain his girthy package, but they were still every bit as small and revealing as the ones he’d used to stare at on women.  Many of those same photos also showed his bikini-clad frame hanging off his male friends’ arms, but he didn’t want to linger on those.  “How does this even happen?”  He prodded his dangling pillows, a shiver running through him that caused his cock to bounce against his shorts.

“So you’re not wearing those, either,” Bill asked, grinning when he saw the younger man’s stout cock twitch.

“Fuck no!  That’s…that’s too much.  Don’t tell me you’re…” Steve reached over and tugged Bill’s shorts down, revealing a stuffed pair of lime green panties that perfectly matched his bra.  Like the bikini bottoms in Steve’s photos the underwear was clearly cut for a man, but in a very feminine style.  And like the bras, they’d somehow replaced all of their former briefs and boxers.  “Goddamnit, Bill!  Look at yourself!  You can’t just...just let this happen!”

The older man looked down at his brawny, hairy bulk, offset by the dainty undergarments.  His thick package was thrust forward by the panties, and his hairy cheeks hung free behind.  He knew he should feel ridiculous, that none of this was even remotely close to the way things should be, but it all felt horrifyingly normal.  He felt the same way he would have if he’d been standing in a pair of his former white briefs in front of the younger man.  And looking at Steve, he had to force himself to remember that the stocky jock hadn’t always been so stacked.  “I’m not ‘letting’ anything happen,” he said, taking a deep breath.  “It already happened.  So unless you know how to turn back the clock and undo all this, I’m just trying to deal with it.”

“Wait...the clock!”  Steve jerked upright, wincing as his softened chest shook and bounced with the motion.  “Remember how weird and loud it was?  And that dude in the glittery underwear that started screaming right when we changed?  That had to have something to do with it!”

“I was thinking the same thing.  It’s a place to start,” Bill nodded, giving Steve a sympathetic look, “but unless you want to deal with everyone thinking you’re crazy on top of this, I’d start playing along.”

“But we’re not crazy!  We…”

“Kid, listen,” Bill interrupted.  “I’m not a religious man.  Hell, I don’t believe in ghosts or any of the bullshit that gets peddled for tourists around here.  But something...big...happened yesterday.  Think about it.  It didn’t just change us; it changed everyone.  It changed Sarah, it changed the guys at work, it changed my friends.  Look at those pictures!  It didn’t just change the way they looked, it changed what actually happened.  The fucking past itself!  That’s...I don’t know what that means…” Bill trailed off, shaking his head.  “I thought by the time I got to my age I’d know how the world worked.  Turns out I don’t know shit.  Maybe this IS how we’re supposed to be?  Or maybe not?  Or maybe we go poke something this big and end up even worse?”

“But...this isn’t how IIIiiiieeeEE…” Steve broke off in a yelping gasp when Bill reached over and gave his chest a rough squeeze.  In an instant, the young man’s shorts went from twitching to tented as he squirmed in the burly stud’s grip.  He knew he should pull away, but the intense bolts of pleasure kept him rooted to the spot.

“And there’s that,” Bill grinned.  His own fat log went rigid and shot out of his panties as he squeezed, the dual sensations of Steve’s granite muscle and soft chest sending a confusing thrill through him.  “Might be embarrassing, but these things feel fuckin’ great.”

Steve’s face went crimson as he reached out and grabbed Bill’s thick forearms, not to push them away, but to hold them close.  “Oh...oh fuck…” he panted, unable to look the older man in the eye.

Bill’s smile grew.  “Something tells me you and Dave had a good time last night.”

Steve shuddered at the memory, his whole body joining his blushing face.  Despite his panic and terror the previous day, he hadn’t been able to hold himself back.  As soon as he’d taken one look at his roommate, his body started moving on autopilot.  He knew he shouldn’t be so attracted to his straight, male buddy, and vice versa.  They’d been friends and teammates for years, but like everything else, their relationship had apparently changed dramatically.  They went at each other all night, with Dave straddling Steve and working his thick cock between the altered man’s sensitive mounds until the stocky wrestler’s screams of bliss left him hoarse.  Steve kept trying to tell himself he shouldn’t like it, but it drove him wild.  He’d never felt even a fraction of the ecstasy that his friend brought him, and when he’d woken up in Dave’s arms that morning, he’d never felt more content.

“Good for you,” Bill finally stopped squeezing and gave the stocky jock’s buzzed scalp a rough rub.  “I mean, fuck it, right?  If everyone thinks this is the way we’re supposed to be, there’s no reason to be embarrassed, is there?”

Steve looked down at his damp, tented shorts, his altered chest heaving as he fought the urge to throw himself at his brawny friend.  “How are you so calm about this?”

It was Bill’s turn to blush.  He reached up and gave one of his new tits a squeeze, his exposed cock starting to ooze at the touch.  “This is super fuckin’ weird, but I haven’t felt this good in…” he trailed off, his heart racing at the memory of his previous afternoon.  Unlike Steve he’d been alone, but that didn’t stop the beefy bear from going at himself for hours.  He’d writhed on his bed, groping his unwanted additions and cumming like a geyser over and over.  He didn’t know if it was his fear, or the novelty of the situation, but Bill had a kind of energy and virility he hadn’t had in years.  Even putting on the bra and drastically different underwear sent an excited thrill through him, and he was starting to like the thought of how he must look, not dread it.  “If we can’t do shit about it, I’m sure as hell gonna enjoy what I can.  I’ll worry about the rest when it comes.  For now,” he said, reaching over and tugging down Steve’s shorts before reaching up to thumb the other man’s nubby nipples, “let’s see what these things can really do.”