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“I’m just saying…what kinda dick steals from a donation basket?”  Jayden glared at Todd, his normally charming expression a stern mask.  He knew his friend could be impulsive, and that the fit, handsome jock was used to getting his way and doing whatever he wanted, but stealing from a church crossed a line.

The defensive, dark-haired hunk dropped his head back on his shoulders and let out a loud sigh.  “Oh my god…are you still pissed about that?”  Todd dug into his pocket and pulled out the pair of small golden discs.  He turned the gleaming, quarter-sized objects over in his wide hand, nodding at the angular symbols that covered both sides.  “Does this look like money?  Even if it is, what the fuck are they going to do with it?  It’s not like they can spend it around here.”

“That’s not the point,” Jayden grumbled, looking away from the coins.  Something about the odd symbols made him uneasy, but he wasn’t sure if that had to do with the engravings themselves or where they came from.  “You took ‘em from outside a church.  Or a temple.  Or whatever they call that back there.”

“OoOoHhH,” Todd whimpered and put a hand to the solid pecs straining against his t-shirt, a look of mock concern on his olive-hued face.  “Not from outside a church!  Whatever will those poor souls do?”  He shoved the coins back in his pocket, his stubble-covered cheeks split by a smug grin.  “Fuck ‘em.  If their money’s that important they shouldn’t leave it in a basket on the street.  Also,” Todd said, slapping Jayden’s meaty arm, “there’s no way that place was legit.  What the hell is the Order of the Enlightened Absolute, anyway?  Probably just some cult conning money out of people.  It was in a storefront for fuck’s sake…that ain’t a church.”

The dark-skinned stud laughed and shook his head.  “That’s even worse!  Steal from some Methodists and all you’d have to worry about is Jesus being disappointed in you.  Who knows what these people get up to?”  Jayden shivered at the thought.  They were on their way to the gym and had passed the obscure organization a few blocks earlier, but Jayden hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since.

The windows of the darkened storefront, with a yoga studio on one side and a florist on the other, had been obscured by thick, crimson curtains veined with gold, and a small brass plaque next to the door was the only signage.  It bore “Order of the Enlightened Absolute” in sweeping calligraphy, with a symbol comprised of five interlocking triangles underneath.  Neither of them had ever heard of it, which, considering that their small, Midwest city wasn’t exactly known for its wide array of religious options, only added to the mystery.  There were no signs of activity inside, nor were there any clues as to what the Order was or what the symbol meant from the building’s exterior.  Jayden couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was, but the space had the feeling of a temple or house of worship, and this theory was emphasized by the pedestal outside holding a basket on top with a sign that read “favored are the generous.”  The basket was mostly empty save for a smattering of coins, which left the odd, golden pair at the bottom vulnerable to Todd’s sticky fingers.  Being the more superstitious of the two Jayden had thrown in a handful of change just to be safe, but his friend was significantly less concerned.

Todd shrugged.  “Who’s even going to know?  You going to go back and tell on me?”

“Whatever, man,” Jayden said.  “You want to mess around with something like that, it’s your ass on the line.”

The dark-haired jock groaned.  “Ugh, speaking of my ass on the line, I really hope that Mitch dude isn’t working this afternoon.  Guy hits on me every time…I constantly catch him staring at me while I’m lifting, too.”

“The blonde dude at the front desk?  He’s always been nice to me.”

“That’s the problem.  He’s too nice,” Todd said, wincing.  “He wants some of this real bad.  Guess he hasn’t gotten the message that I’m not on the menu.”

Jayden laughed and gave Todd’s solid globes a swat.  “I don’t know…if he’s that into it, I think you should cut him some slack and give it a shot.”

“What?!  Are you…” Todd trailed off when he looked over at his friend.  For an instant, he thought he saw two golden discs where Jayden’s brown eyes should have been, but when he blinked the other man was back to normal.  “If you think it’s such a good idea, have at it.”

“Nah, that’s your thing.  I don’t want to spoil it by showing him something better,” Jayden said.

“Better?  Keep dreaming.” Todd puffed his chest out, his instinct to one-up his friend overriding his confusion.  The two young jocks were evenly built, standing the same height, with broad shoulders and equally ripped, athletic frames.  It was only in the fine details that they differed.  Jayden, with his smooth, chocolate skin and boy-next-door features made Todd’s olive complexion seem rugged beneath the other man’s wiry coating of raven hair and the constant stubble on his friend’s lantern-jawed face.  They were even similarly hung, adding fuel to their competitive fire as they were constantly trying to see who could land more women.

Which is why Todd was so confused.  He knew Jayden well enough to tell when his friend was joking, but when the other man had said that Mitch was “his thing”, he'd sounded entirely matter-of-fact.  Todd wanted to press him, but he also knew that he ran the risk of protesting too much, which would only egg Jayden on.

He decided to let it drop, and it looked like the point was moot when they arrived to find the front desk empty.  They scanned their cards and headed inside, and by the time they were halfway into their workout Todd had almost forgotten about the bizarre exchange.  Until he looked up to see a familiar, handsome blonde eyeing him from across the gym.  His instinct, as always, was to be annoyed, but as soon as he met Mitch’s gaze he felt something missing.  That irritation was nowhere to be found, replaced instead by an unfamiliar excitement.  Todd found himself eyeing the other man back just as intently, noting for the first time his lean, fit build.  He wasn’t as tall or as built as Jayden or himself, but Mitch still had an impressively muscled frame that, for whatever reason, was making Todd’s stomach flutter.

Flipping the normal sequence of events, this time it was the dark-haired hunk who walked over to start the conversation.  “Hey man,” Todd said, taking the opportunity to flex a powerful arm as he wicked the sweat from his forehead.  He was well aware of the way Mitch stared at the damp t-shirt clinging like a second skin to his chest, accentuating each of his prominent mounds, only now he leaned into it.  “You weren’t at the desk when we got here…wasn't sure if you were working today or not.”

Mitch blinked and shook his head, obviously caught off guard by Todd’s sudden interest.  “Had to clean one of the tanning rooms,” he said, grinning and raising an eyebrow.  “You’ve been paying attention to my schedule?”

“Maybe,” Todd grinned back, feeling himself blush as a confusing stirring blossomed in his shorts.  He didn’t know why he was talking to Mitch like this, but he kept hearing Jayden’s voice in his head, saying he should give it a shot.  On a logical level, Todd knew that didn’t make sense.  He was straight and he’d never given Jayden any reason to doubt otherwise, yet there he was, turned on and flirting with Mitch as if it was perfectly normal behavior.  “Kinda stands out when someone so handsome isn’t there.”

“Woooow,” Mitch laughed, crossing his toned arms.  “That’s a good one.”

“Did it work?” Todd asked, only vaguely aware of the voice in his head shouting at him that he shouldn’t be openly flirting with another man in front of the entire room.

Mitch bit his lower lip and gave the bustling gym a quick once-over.  “Things should be fine out here for a minute.  How about we go back to that tanning room I just cleaned and you can find out?”

Todd purposely didn’t look in Jayden’s direction as he hurried behind Mitch, both because he was embarrassed to meet his friend’s gaze, and because he couldn’t take his eyes off the blonde’s perky bubble.  Mitch caught him staring when he turned to close the door, but before Todd could stammer out an excuse or another line, the ravenous blonde was on him.  Todd let himself be pushed up against the wall, surprised by the intensity of his desire.  His thick log was screaming for freedom in his tented shorts, and the sensation of Mitch’s strong hands sliding through the wiry hair on his torso while their tongues wrestled for dominance was better than he could have imagined.

Todd had never once given serious consideration to kissing another man, and he was caught off guard by just how much he enjoyed it.  He slid his hands up under Mitch’s shirt, eager to explore the firm torso underneath and loving how different the smooth abs were from the soft, curvy frames he was used to.  The same went for the feeling of the other man’s large, rough hand slipping into his shorts and wrapping around his cock.  Like the kiss, Todd had never thought about what another man’s hand would feel like stroking his fat organ, and already he regretted waiting so long to find out.

He’d fumbled Mitch’s pants open on instinct, and before he even realized what he was doing, Todd was on his knees with the other man’s cock in his mouth, bobbing his head like he’d done this countless times.  Instead of being repulsed, the kneeling jock loved the musky scent and manly taste.  Coupled with the warmth of Mitch’s thighs on either side of his face and the other man’s fingers stroking through his short, raven hair, Todd was surprisingly content.  He had a death grip on his new friend’s solid little cheeks as he did his best to mimic the best blowjobs he’d received over the years, the blonde’s whimpers letting him know it was working.

“Goddamn, man…you’re…really good at that…” Mitch groaned, giving his hips a slight pump.  Todd swelled at the compliment and pulled back to focus on the other man’s oozing head, lifting his gaze to look up at Mitch’s handsome face in the process.  “I just think you’d be…even better at it…with some better lips.  You know…a mouth to go with your favorite hobby…”

Todd’s eyes went wide when he saw a familiar flash of gold in Mitch’s eyes.  It passed as quickly as it had with Jayden, but this time it was accompanied by a sudden tingling on his face.  Todd wanted to pull away and get a look at his reflection when he felt his lips begin to shift around Mitch’s cock, forming a perfect vacuum seal, but at the same time the invading organ was like a lightning rod.  His own untouched cock began to ooze and pulse as his tingling lips and tongue sent wave after wave of pleasure rocketing down his spine.  The experience was so intense that Todd barely had time to whip his cock out before it erupted, fortunately soaking the floor instead of his shorts.  His humming, spasming moan around Mitch’s cock was enough to push the handsome blonde over the edge, and he found himself eagerly sucking down every last, savory drop.

“Ho…holy shit,” Mitch sighed, stroking Todd’s hair as the kneeling jock continued to nuzzle his softening member.  “That was a pleasant surprise.  I gotta be honest…I never really thought you were into me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Todd said, his stomach dropping when he wiped the small dribble of cum from his mouth.  The lips that brushed against his palm felt too large and plump, and the act of wiping alone was enough to send another bolt of pleasure down his spine.  “How could anyone not be?”

Todd’s flirtatious tone displayed none of the horror he felt when he finally climbed to his feet and looked in the mirror.  As he feared, his wide jaw and stubbled cheeks were now offset by large, supple lips, marring his otherwise masculine features.  The plump little mounds looked tailor made for wrapping themselves around a rigid cock of any size, and even as he had the thought, Todd became aware that he was already looking forward to the next one.  Instead of screaming in horror or asking Mitch why he wasn’t equally bothered by his suddenly warped features, all Todd could focus on was who he could get his eager lips around.  He was mortified at the thought of how he looked, but at the same time, he was suddenly more interested in function over form.

“I’ve gotta get back to work,” Mitch sighed reluctantly.  “Can I see your phone?”  Todd handed it over in a daze, his heart racing when he fished it free.  While Mitch programmed his number, the dark-haired hunk dug through his other pocket, then frantically looked around.  The coins were nowhere to be found.  Todd had no idea where he could have lost them, nor did he understand why they suddenly seemed so important, but that earlier voice that had been screaming at him began to grow more insistent.  He took his phone back from Mitch, feeling like he was teetering on the edge of a great height.  “You know where to find me, but don’t feel like we can only do that here.  Give me a call if you want to do that again…we can take our time at my place.”

Todd shivered when his altered lips met Mitch’s, his head spinning as the other man walked away.  He stared at his reflection and prodded his altered mouth while he tried to regain his composure, trying to muster even a shred of the terror he knew he should be feeling.  It wasn’t that he didn’t know his body had somehow impossibly changed; he just couldn’t bring himself to care.  Even when he looked down at his phone and saw the waiting message from Jayden, he didn’t feel any of the embarrassment that he should have.

“Didn’t know how long you two would be so I took off.  Let me know how it went, stud,” the message read, ending with eggplant and squirting emojis.  Instead of being mortified at the fact that Jayden clearly knew he’d just hooked up with another man, all Todd felt was the same smug satisfaction he always did after a random encounter.

“Solid 8.  Inches.” he wrote back, adding a heart-eyed emoji and hitting send before he even thought to stop himself.

When the screen went dark a few seconds later and he found himself greeted with his nimble new mouth, Todd just pursed the inflated lips and grinned at the blonde’s lingering taste.  He headed back out to the floor and finished his sets, though maintaining his focus was a challenge.  Todd felt like he was looking at the world for the first time, suddenly acutely aware of the men around him.  Where before his attention would linger on the women in the room, now Todd found his eyes wandering to the front of every passing man’s shorts, his mouth watering at the thought of what lurked underneath.  He couldn’t even bring himself to be subtle about it, and the horrified voice in his head gave a fresh shout whenever a man would catch him openly staring.  A few were obviously uncomfortable, but most just gave Todd a condescending grin that left the usually arrogant hunk more confused than ever.  He put his puffy new lips to work a final time when he blew Mitch a kiss on his way out the door, feeling at once like he was walking on air while simultaneously plummeting towards the ground. The plan for after the gym had been to head to his friend Bryan’s apartment to watch the game, and while Todd felt like he should go home and try to figure out the terrifying turn of events, he found himself still walking in the other direction.

He was more excited than ever to make it to the beefy bear’s apartment, but the game had nothing to do with it.  Todd kept trying to tell himself he wasn’t really looking forward to putting his friend’s dick in his mouth.  He kept insisting that when he got to Bryan’s his friend would see the difference in his appearance and they’d find a way to fix whatever was happening.  The throbbing in his shorts would stop as soon as he saw the hairy wall of muscle, and his mouth would finally quit watering.

Todd knew those hopes were in vain the instant Bryan opened the door.  The towering brunette was clad only in a pair of thin, striped boxers, his thick, furry bulk entirely on display.  “Hey man,” he said, seeming entirely unfazed by his friend’s new porn star mouth.  He just grinned at Todd’s wide-eyed, hungry expression as he nodded down at his exposed brawn.  “Figured this would save us some time.  Make things easier.”

The dark-haired jock swallowed hard, very aware of how he was pursing his lips as he looked Bryan up and down.  It wasn’t uncommon for them to hang out shirtless, but the beefy hulk had never greeted him in his underwear before.  Todd knew exactly what Bryan meant by “make things easier,” but as much as he wanted to dread it, the thought made him giddy.  “Smart move,” Todd purred instead of desperately begging his friend for help.  “You know how hungry I get,” he said, not knowing where the bizarre words were coming from.

“With those bad boys, everyone does,” Bryan laughed, tapping a finger against Todd’s mouth.  The olive-hued hunk shivered, reflexively trying to swallow the meaty digit as he reached out and put a hand on the other man’s hairy muscle-gut.

“Right?  Open for business, dudes,” Todd grinned, following Bryan into the other room.  Normally they’d take up opposite ends of the couch, but this time the addled jock found himself dropping down next to his friend.  He loved the way Bryan draped a meaty arm over the back of the couch behind him, and while the bearded beefcake turned on the game, Todd slipped a hand in through the fly of the other man’s boxers.  Bryan didn’t look away from the TV, only sighed and gave a slight grin, a response that turned Todd on more than ever.  He’d been in the other man’s position plenty of times, but now that he was on the receiving end of a smug, dismissive attitude, it made his knees confusingly weak.

As soon as he’d worked Bryan’s stout cock to its wide, six inches, relishing every second of the warm organ and plump, heavy balls against his hand, Todd leaned over and sucked it into his luscious new vacuum.  The experience of hearing the game on the TV while his perspective was limited solely to the front of Bryan’s boxers was disorienting, but Todd quickly acclimated.  The fat, throbbing organ in his mouth was far more interesting than anything that was happening on the screen, and he was perfectly content to use his mouth as a cock sleeve for as long as Bryan needed.  He shivered when the other man’s hand drifted down from the couch and began absently stroking his back, turning his head as much as he could to stare longingly up at his friend.

“I love how much you love this,” Bryan sighed.  “Kinda weird, but talent is talent, you know?” The hand on Todd’s back slipped lower, stopping at the waist of the slurping man’s shorts.  “I still think you’d have more fun using both ends, though.  Why limit yourself to one hole when you’ve already got two?”

Todd was flexing his muscled cheeks against Bryan’s tantalizing fingers before he even saw the flash of gold in his friend’s eyes.  He whimpered around the other man’s thick log, a sudden desperation washing over him as he started squirming.  “OOHHHHHHH!”  He lifted his head just long enough to let out a deep bellow when one of the other man’s fingers slipped into his boxer briefs and pressed against his confusingly sensitive hole.  Still panting and huffing, he dropped his mouth back on Bryan’s cock, trying to understand how he’d ended up face down in his friend’s lap while being fingered by the beefy stud.  “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” he whimpered after a few minutes of probing.  His competing needs were constantly shifting from one end of his athletic frame to the other, and back again.

Bryan just laughed, jamming the digit in deeper while pulling Todd’s shirt up to his friend’s broad shoulders.  The dark-haired man shimmied out of it and righted himself, his jaw falling slack as he gazed at the bearded hulk’s smug expression.  “Well?  Hurry up before this thing dries out,” Bryan said, nodding down at his spit-slick rod.

Todd didn’t hesitate.  He leapt to his feet and tore his shorts and underwear free, his mind reeling as he turned and spread his own furry cheeks before lowering himself back down.  The screaming in his head was quickly drowned out by his actual screams of ecstasy that echoed off Bryan’s walls as he impaled himself.   The pain he’d expected never came as, much like his mouth, his muscled bottom took the other man as if they’d already done this countless times.

When he started bouncing, Todd tried to hold onto the memories of how he’d gotten here.  He knew the coins and the strange sect were somehow responsible; he just didn’t know how to get any of it to stop.  He didn’t know if he even wanted to.

“Fuuuuuck, dude,” Bryan grunted, his gym-calloused hands fixed on Todd’s trim waist.  “I still don’t know which end is better, but I think you’d have more fun if these cheeks were as fat and eager as those lips.”

Even with his back turned, Todd could clearly picture the golden flash that accompanied his friend’s latest recommendation.  Unfortunately, he didn’t have to use his imagination to see the result.  As soon as Bryan finished speaking Todd felt his muscled globes explode, the slight bouncing turning into a wild rippling.  Where before he’d felt a firm impact when his friend pumped his hips, now the blow was softened by a shuddering, supple layer of flesh that gave against Bryan’s clutching fingers.  From what he could see looking over a shoulder, Todd guessed that his already-ample rear had doubled in size, turning his athletic, proportional build into a bottom-heavy thickness.  He wanted to be horrified, but the ecstasy he was feeling had grown in time with his expanding rear, leaving him on the verge of incoherence as he bucked and writhed on Bryan’s lap.

“Theeeeeere it is,” the burly man groaned, sending wave after wave rippling through Todd’s new bottom.  “I think the only thing that would make this better is if I could still see the TV.”

That earlier sensation of falling became all too literal as Todd’s feet suddenly lifted off the ground.  There was a dizzying moment of vertigo, and when it cleared the dark-haired stud was no longer on his feet, bending in front of Bryan, but seated firmly on the other man’s lap.  Todd’s eyes darted frantically around the apartment that now seemed large and oversized, his addled thoughts slow in piecing together the incongruent input.  He still thought of himself as the same six-foot height he’d always been, meaning that Bryan’s bearded face couldn’t be looming over him a full head taller, and that his friend’s hands on his chest couldn’t really be as big as they felt.

But as the disorienting seconds turned into minutes, Todd knew it was all too real.  He actually had lost well over a foot in height, along with an accompanying amount of size.  Other than his warped bottom he still had his same proportions, and the shrunken, penetrated jock tried not to think about what that meant.  He didn’t want to think about how, in reality, that meant the cock that still looked seven inches was actually significantly smaller, or how his oversized, basketball cakes would look seem even larger on a more compact body.  Todd didn’t want to think about the puffy lips that still sent darts of pleasure down his spine while Bryan easily manhandled him on his lap, and how his formerly deep whimpers sounded higher coming from his smaller body.

He tried to ignore the creeping thoughts that told him this was all a good thing.  At his new height he’d be closer to the dangling hoses he longed for, and his tiny jock body, complete with his supple globes, was the perfect size for bouncing on anyone’s lap, anywhere, at any time.  Though the voice in his head screamed otherwise, Todd started to think that he shouldn’t be embarrassed at the perpetual size difference between himself and his partners; he should relish the sensation of squirming against a broad, larger body.

“How ya doin, stud?”  Bryan’s voice rumbled against Todd’s back, making him feel even smaller.  He clutched his friend’s seemingly massive hands with his shrunken digits, his pillowy cheeks still rippling with each thrust.

“Guuhh…guh…great…” Todd grunted, his stomach dropping at the change to his voice.  It wouldn’t be overly noticeable to anyone else, but to the reduced adonis it sounded like he’d been sucking on helium.  He squirmed back against the solid wall that was Bryan’s hairy muscle gut, his forgotten cock throbbing.  “Fuckin’…fill me…uuuuhhnn…up…” he whined.  Todd still didn’t know what was worse, the changes to his voice or the way he used it, and he decided it was best to give his mouth something else to occupy itself with.  He guided Bryan’s hand up and started sucking on his friend’s finger like he had on the furry hunk’s cock, completing the desperate circuit.  He heard Bryan’s condescending chuckle behind him, but he didn’t care.

About anything.  Todd pictured his new, diminutive frame writhing on Bryan’s lap, sucking away on the other man's finger while his fat cakes slapped and rippled, but the image only served to push him over the edge.  He knew that having his still-impressive body warped and turned against itself was a nightmare, but that knowledge was hard to focus on when it felt like a dream come true.  He’d never experienced even a fraction of the bliss coursing through his reduced, muscled frame, and when Bryan finally erupted a short time later, the warm liquid filling his insides was like the very blood pumping in his veins.

Todd leaned his head back against Bryan’s furry slab of a chest, reluctantly letting the other man’s finger slip from his mouth.  He wiggled his toes as they hung well above the ground, relishing the dual sensations of his friend’s cock softening inside him and the steady stream of cum that poured out in its wake.  “Oh…oh fuck…” he panted as Bryan held him tight and stroked through the wiry hair on his ripped abs.  There was a momentary flash of panic as the lust faded and he thought about how short he’d become, but it only lasted as long as it took for Bryan’s lips to find their way to the top of his head.  “That was incredible,” Todd sighed.

“That’s what you get when you come to the best,” Bryan grinned, his voice dripping with condescension.  “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

Todd yelped when his friend gave his cheeks a rough squeeze and shifted him easily off his lap. The combined dread he felt at still being shorter than the bearded beefcake, even while Bryan was seated, coupled with the heavy, ever-shifting new weight at his lower back, was finally enough to give his fear a slight handhold. He shook his head, riding a wave of panic out of the giddy haze that had draped over him all afternoon. “Dude…have you ever heard of something called the Order of the Enlightened absolute,” he asked, forcing the words out with every ounce of his willpower.

Bryan had already shifted his attention back to the TV, where it stayed.  “The order of the what-ened what?”

“The Enlightened Absolute,” Todd stammered, grabbing his friend’s meaty thigh.  “Seriously man, this is important!  I don’t know what they are, but they…they’re doing something and it’s…I took these coins earlier, but then I lost ‘em, and ever since there’s something weird…”

Bryan sighed and rolled his eyes, fixing Todd with an annoyed look.  “Bro, I’m trying to watch the game here,” he interrupted.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I think it’s better if you just relax and leave the thinking up to other people.  Me, Jayden and the boys’ll take good care of you, you know that.  You can focus on other stuff, like what to do with that tight little body.”

Todd was falling again.  He swayed on his feet, trying to hold onto what the golden flash in Bryan’s eyes meant even as the knowledge slipped between his fingers.  It took a sizable chunk with it, and in the span of a few seconds, Todd was left blinking up at his friend with only a hazy memory of what they’d just been talking about.  He looked down at himself, toying with his sensitive lip as he peered over a shoulder and gave his plump melons a shake.  He grinned at the sight of his defined torso, loving how it felt to have his athletic little frame on display.  “What…what were we just…”

“Fuck if I know,” Bryan shrugged, his attention back on the TV.  “You were sayin’ some weird shit about something.”

“I…was?”  Todd pulled on his lip with one hand, the other drifting behind to absent toy with a mammoth cheek.  His attention had already shifted from trying to remember what they were talking about to the soft cock still poking through the fly of Bryan’s boxers.

“Don’t worry about it,” Bryan grunted, patting one of his hairy thighs.  “I think it’s best if you climb back up here and we give you something else to think about instead.”

Todd laughed at the bright, golden flash in his friend’s eyes as he clambered up onto the couch.  He didn’t need to try and remember or worry.  He was just excited for all the things the brawny bear was about to do to him.