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Jeff and Trevor smelled the wall long before they saw it.  The deep, floral scent was a beacon, cutting through the damp miasma that coated the rest of the swampy forest.  It pulled the two young explorers along by their noses, the rosy aroma growing so strong they could practically see it floating in the air like a wispy trail of pink smoke.  They clambered over twisting roots, stumbling trance-like, somehow managing to avoid the camouflaged ebony ponds, whose surfaces rippled from the touch of unseen creatures.  With the kind of agile grace brought on by years of athletics, even in a daze the pair crept carefully along the moss-covered trunks of fallen giants, the arboreal corpses having long since been left to rot.

They followed the pungent trail for nearly an hour, winding ever deeper into the shadowy murk until, seemingly all at once, the trees came to an abrupt halt.  The duo blinked and winced at the unexpected brightness as they stepped out of the dark, wet woods into a broad, sun-dappled clearing of dry grass.  The jarring transition was made all the more so by the towering slab of twisting emerald, dotted with spots of bright pink, that loomed a few yards ahead.

“Is that…is that what I think it is,” Trevor asked, his eyes wide as they took in the full scope of the wall that stretched for nearly a quarter of a mile in each direction.  He twisted his sweat-soaked baseball cap around backwards, craning his neck to look up at the top of the structure that stood at least ten or fifteen feet above his own six-foot height.

“What else could it be?”  Jeff clapped his friend on the back, grinning excitedly.  “Dude!  We actually found it!”  The sculpted blonde could barely contain himself.  His thick arm flexed when he reached over and gave Trevor’s hat-covered scalp a rough rub, the other fist raised triumphantly.  “And you said we wouldn’t find anything.”

Trevor pulled out from under his friend’s grip, shaking his head and raising his hands in surrender.  “I sure did,” he said with a short laugh, his lean pecs bouncing slightly against his tank-top when he shrugged.  “Looks like I was wrong.  But that still doesn’t mean there’s a…”

“Come on!  Let’s see if we can find the way in,” Jeff interrupted, darting off in search of an opening in the unbroken green.

Trevor watched his brawny friend scamper eagerly away, wishing he could share in Jeff’s excitement.  Now that the shock of their discovery was wearing off, his reluctance had room to grow.  If the legends were true, as the looming wall of roses seemed to suggest, the young brunette wasn’t so sure he wanted to find the house that supposedly lurked at the center of the fragrant maze.  It was rumored to belong to an old hag, whose pact with ancient forces had created the impossible clearing in the dense swamp, where she could work her magic uninterrupted.  The massive labyrinth, somehow made entirely of roses, acted as the final test for anyone who wished to seek her out.  There was no guarantee that she would grant a person’s wish, but anyone who made it to the center was at least given an audience.

It all sounded like nonsense to Trevor.  He didn’t believe in magic or the supernatural, nor did he think Jeff truly bought into any of it.  His friend just liked to explore.  The giddy ball of muscle had always been the more impulsive one, so when he heard about the supposed labyrinth in the middle of a swamp, with a witch’s hut in the middle, there was no way he could pass it up.  Never one to turn down a hike, Trevor had gone along to humor his friend, but he never actually expected to find anything.

“Dude!  There’s an opening!”  Jeff stuck his head around the corner and motioned for Trevor to hurry up.  The lean brunette jogged to the end of the wall in time to see his friend step through an open archway into the maze.

“Hold up!  If you get lost in there don’t expect me to stick around waiting for you.  I’ve got the car keys, remember?”  Trevor’s jog turned into a sprint, his years of soccer propelling him to the opening before his excited friend could get himself in trouble.  “Damn, man, would it kill you…to…wait,” he trailed off, nearly bumping into Jeff because he was too busy staring at the flowered walls to look at anything else.  They were impressive from the outside, but inside, completely surrounded by the towering, fragrant barricades, they were awe inspiring.  “Holy shit.”

“Okay, how do more people not know about this?  I mean, I’ve heard the stories, but why isn't this all over the internet?  This is incredible!”  Jeff sniffed one of the buds that rested at nose-level, leaning in to try and see if there was a manmade structure underneath, or if it was all natural growth.  “Someone’s gotta maintain this, right?”

“No clue,” Trevor said, looking back at the opening behind them.  “But now that we know this is here, maybe we come back with more supplies?  It’s already afternoon, and this place is clearly massive, so how about we…”

“No way!  We have to at least go in a little.  What if the hut’s right around one of these corners?”

“That’s my point.”  Trevor shivered, doing his best to stay in the middle of the corridor away from the walls.  “You ready to meet some swamp hag for real?”

“Don't tell me you believe that shit,” Jeff scoffed.  “I mean, yeah, maybe there’s a hut out here, but I doubt there’s a real witch.”  Without giving his friend a chance to protest, the brawny blonde started down the path, rounding the first corner only to discover two diverging options, one to the left and one to the right.  “Uh…maybe you've got a point.”

Trevor put a hand on his friend’s shoulder.  “See?  This isn’t some fuckin’ corn maze at the fair, man.  We could actually get lost out here.”

“Let’s just go down this one to the left a little, but no more turns.  Just a chance to see if we’re maybe close.”  Even Jeff was starting to get spooked, though he’d never admit it.  The combination of the smell and scale of the labyrinth was disorienting, and though they’d only made one turn he was already afraid of losing his way.  He crept forward and stuck his head around the corner, finding a straight path that seemed to go on far longer than it should.  “Yeah, I’m, uh, I’m good.  We can head back.  Let me just grab one of these for the road,” Jeff said, plucking a nearby rose.  As soon as he pulled the crimson bud free, the corridor began to seethe.  It was as if they were surrounded by a tangle of writhing snakes instead of vines, the roses opening and closing like vile suckers.  “Whoa!” Jeff yelped and dropped the purloined flower in surprise, jumping back from the undulating wall.

“What did you do?!”  Trevor tried to tell himself he’d just imagined the whole thing as he blinked and rubbed his eyes, the vines and flowers once again stationary.

“Nothing!  I mean, I just picked a flower to take back with us.  That’s all!  I didn’t…whoa…” Jeff trailed off, his eyes going wide.  He swayed on his feet and shook his head, a stunned expression draping across his all-American face.

“What?  What is it?  Are you alright?”

It happened before the strapping blonde could respond.  All Jeff had time for was a short gasp, his body seeming to collapse in on itself.  The chiseled jock’s broad shoulders pulled towards each other, his prominent chest going flat while his powerful arms became soft and slender.  The changes to Jeff’s lower half were harder to see as his suddenly-oversized shorts and boxers slipped down legs that had gone from muscled trunks to supple twigs, his formerly tight tank-top now hanging low and loose below his waist.  The changes to his face, though, were all too apparent.  In an instant, the blonde hunk’s features had softened, his wide jaw becoming small and dimpled, with soft, pouty lips nestled between it and his button nose, while a pair of bright, sparkling eyes completed his new look.  “What…what just…FUCK!  WHAT THE FUCK?!” he cried in a voice that had become as soft as the rest of him.  He landed in a heap when he stumbled over the clothing pooled at his ankles, exposing the long, thick cock that hung between his squeezable thighs.  The dangling snake would have looked large on his previously muscled frame, but against his diminished new shape it was massive.  Jeff looked down at himself and back up at Trevor, his doe eyes wide with fear.  “Is this…this can’t be real…” he stammered, his pouty lips trembling.

Trevor finally shook himself out of his daze and darted forward, standing awkwardly above his prone, shrunken friend.  He wasn’t used to being the larger of the two.  “Are you alright?  I mean, no, clearly you’re not, but…does it hurt?  Can you stand?”  He reached down when Jeff nodded, fighting back a gasp as his hands swallowed the now-smaller man’s arms and pulled him to his feet.  In addition to his lost muscle, the former hunk now stood a full head shorter than Trevor, topping out at barely five feet if he was lucky.  There was a long moment of silence as the two stared at each other from their new perspectives, Jeff trying to wrap his head around the fact that his friend now towered over him, and Trevor trying not to stare at the way the smaller man’s tank-top threatened to slip over a bony shoulder.  “Easy, easy,” Trevor said, catching Jeff when he stumbled out of his oversized shoes.  He was surprised at how light his friend felt, and how soft the ex-stud’s skin was against his palms.  “Don’t panic…we’ll figure this out,” he said, rubbing Jeff’s waifish new arms when the smaller man trembled in his grip.

Jeff swallowed hard, the sensation of Trevor’s strong hands against his skin sending a shiver through him.  He was trembling, but not out of fear.  With his friend towering over him, his deep voice sounding calm and confident, the shrunken blonde was hit with a confusing wave of emotions.  He knew he should be horrified, and he was, but he could only process that knowledge on a logical level.  He knew it; he didn’t feel it.  Instead, all he felt was a surge of lust as foreign as it was overpowering.  Staring up at Trevor’s lean, solid torso and handsome face made his oversized cock throb, a reaction they both became acutely aware of.  “I…uh…this is…this is a lot…” Jeff squeaked, his face going red when he felt his thick log lift the bottom of the draping tank-top as it twitched to life.  His package had always been average, the six-inch cock and heavy balls fitting his athletic frame perfectly, but now there was nothing proportional about the eight-inch beast pointing in Trevor’s direction.

“Sure looks like it,” the now-taller brunette laughed.  He whistled as he looked down at his friend’s rigid pole, raising an eyebrow.  “Guess we know where some of that size went,” he said, reaching down to lift the draping tank-top further.  Like Jeff, he knew his reaction wasn’t what it should have been.  He should have been just as horrified at watching his friend deflate, but all he could focus on was how cute the little man looked.  There was something captivating about him.  The deep, floral notes of rose and musk seemed to be wafting directly from his slight little frame, not the overgrown walls, making Trevor’s head spin.  Jeff was soft and curvy in all the right places, with a face that had gone from handsome to adorable, and it was taking all of his willpower not to reach out and swallow him in his arms.  “Looks like some of it went back here, too,” Trevor grinned, slipping his hand around from Jeff’s soft stomach to squeeze the plump, bouncing globes that had replaced his muscled bubble.

“It’s not funny, dude!”  Jeff’s voice sounded more whiny than commanding, and even as he said it, he pressed back against Trevor’s hand.  “We have to fix this!”

“We will,” Trevor said, tracing a thumb along his friend’s softened jaw as he reached out to ruffle Jeff’s hair the way the withered jock always did to him.  “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy being the bigger one for a change.”

“Not bigger everywhere,” Jeff grumbled, leaning his head into Trevor’s grip.  As scared and embarrassed as he was, the other man’s presence was calming.  He knew he shouldn’t be getting hard at the thought of his friend, and that he should be trying to cover himself, but he didn’t want to.  What he wanted was for Trevor to reach down and grab his oozing club, he just didn’t know how to ask.  He wasn’t actually humiliated the way he knew he should have been; he liked the way the other man was staring at him.  It was a small thought, but it occurred to Jeff that, despite his loss of size, he was still the one in control of the situation.  “Can we just…” he broke off in a gasp when his friend stopped squeezing and gave his plump pillows a rough swat, nearly making him cum on the spot as they shook and rippled.  “How do we undo this?”

Trevor’s hand lingered against Jeff’s face for another moment before he sighed and stepped back, forcing himself to look away.  His own cock was rock hard and outlined in his shorts, and he was afraid he’d lose control if things went any further.  “Okay…let’s think.  It happened when you plucked the flower, so maybe we can put it back?”  Trevor bent and reached for the rose, watching Jeff out of the corner of his eye.  “What if we just stick it back on the wall?  That could…ow!”  He winced and dropped the rose, shaking his hand.  “You didn’t tell me it was so thorny.”

“It wasn’t!  I didn’t feel any,” Jeff said, his heart racing.  His friend had picked up the flower before he could stop him, and he didn’t think the sudden finger prick boded well.  “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it just stings.  Roses aren’t poisonous, are…theyyyuunnnnggg!”  Trevor grunted, doubling over as his body suddenly swelled.  As with Jeff, the changes happened fast, but unlike the shrunken man, they were accompanied by a loud tearing sound as Trevor’s tight tank-top and fitted shorts exploded off his body.  While the muscled blonde had grown smaller, the lean brunette was thrust in the opposite direction.  Trevor’s toned torso inflated, his shoulders shooting apart as they grew round and firm with muscle that flowed down to his rapidly expanding arms.  His pecs ballooned to fill the sudden void, the formerly toned mounds pushing out into a prominent, heaping shelf that obscured the view of his bulky new muscle gut.  There was another, softer tearing sound as Trevor’s briefs gave out against the onslaught of flesh, his already-ample rear growing into a matched set of granite globes, while his thighs slammed together as a pair of meaty pylons above his rocky new calves.  Like Jeff, his face underwent an equally dramatic transition, but whereas the blonde’s features softened, Trevor’s grew hard.  His chin widened into a comically lantern jaw, and his cheekbones became razor sharp to match his pointed, prominent nose as they sat below a slightly sloped brow.  “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Trevor roared, his voice several octaves lower.  In a matter of seconds, his lean build had become thick and bloated, leaving him closer to a heavyweight bodybuilder than a soccer player.  He gawked at his exposed sea of muscle, the backwards cap on his head all that remained of his former outfit.  “WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DICK,” he cried, finally looking down over his cresting pecs to discover that, while Jeff’s package had grown, his had shrunk.  He should have had an average, proportional cock with a matching set of balls, but now he sported a short little nub with petite marbles underneath.  If his friend’s cock looked ridiculously large on the other man's smaller build, Trevor’s looked impossibly tiny on his hulking new frame.

“Holy shit…” Jeff gasped, his rigid pole throbbing at the sight of his inflated friend.  The naked hunk didn’t appear to have grown any taller, but he was at least twice as broad, with arms the size of the curvy blonde’s thighs.  He licked his lips as he stared at Trevor’s tiny poker, unable to tell if the little acorn was hard and not caring either way.  “Uh…should I even ask if you’re okay?”

“No!  Look at me!” Trevor swayed, then dropped to his knees, his meaty pecs bouncing on impact.  He stared at his widened hands, wincing as his unwanted bulk rubbed against itself with the slightest movement.  He could already tell that his range of motion had been significantly limited when he reached down and swallowed his minuscule package, a desperate, pleading look on his exaggerated features.  “I’m a fucking freak!”

It was Jeff’s turn to be the comforting one.  He stepped forward, Trevor’s head only slightly lower than his own even while kneeling, and cupped his friend’s face.  “Bro, are you kidding?  I know plenty of dudes who’d kill for a body like that.”

“Even with this,” Trevor spat, thrusting his little nub forward.  The motion caused his slab of a torso to press against Jeff’s thick pole, and both men shivered as the leaking club left a trail of pre-cum across the kneeling giant’s muscle tits.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Jeff whimpered, instinctively grinding his cock harder against Trevor’s granite shelf.  He couldn’t stop.  Just as his friend had been, he was suddenly captivated.  His head swam from the overwhelming aroma wafting up off the other man’s brawny muscle, and the world melted away until there was nothing left but the two of them.  No fear or embarrassment, just pure, unfiltered pleasure.  Jeff slid his hands down from the other man’s face to grip his cannonball shoulders while he pumped, working his aching rod in the deep valley of Trevor’s chest.

“Guuuhh…goddamn…” the kneeling stud groaned, his hands latching onto Jeff’s yielding bottom.  The sensation of the warm, solid cock gliding against his pecs was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.  He knew that with his increased size he could have easily seized control of the situation, but even thinking it felt wrong.  Being on his knees, looking up at Jeff’s shrunken frame, just seemed right.  It suddenly occurred to him that, like his friend’s athletic build, something more than inches off his cock had been stolen, but he couldn’t bring himself to focus on the idea for long.  “Jeff…dude…what…what are we doing…” he whined, dropping his head against the other man’s flat chest.

“I don’t know…but it…feels too good to stop…” the blonde sighed, his head falling back on his thin new shoulders when Trevor finally gave in and flicked his tongue against the bulbous head wedged between his pecs.  One tentative lick became two, which then quickly became the kneeling beefcake’s entire mouth wrapping around the rigid beast.  Jeff gave a long, low groan while Trevor bobbed his head, no longer sure of what was and wasn’t real.  The maze, the roses, the changes they’d both undergone; it all should have been impossible.  The thought that there was a real hag living in a hut in the middle of a magical hedge maze, that itself sat in the middle of a swamp, was ludicrous.  There was no such thing as magic or witches in the first place.  It was just an urban legend.

And yet, there they were with their warped bodies, two straight friends desperately going at each other in a frenzy of lust, surrounded by a labyrinth of pungent rose.  Jeff knew what that meant.  If even part of it was real, then all of it was, leaving everything he thought he knew about the world in the dust.  Even as he watched Trevor’s massive shoulders flex, feeling himself rocketing towards the edge, it was dawning on him that they were very likely stuck this way.  According to the legends the hag wasn’t known for her generosity, and he’d apparently crossed a line by plucking the flower.  He’d taken from her, and she’d taken from them in turn.

But she’d also left something behind.  Jeff could feel it crawling under his skin, just as he knew Trevor could, the heady, floral aroma that would forever have a similar effect on any of the men around them.  He didn’t know yet if the responses would be the same, him with a desire to dominate and Trevor with a desire to be dominated, but he was sure it wouldn’t take them long to find out.

“Oh…oh god…Jeff…I need…I need it…” Trevor moaned, lifting his face from his friend’s cock and groping his plump pecs as he squirmed on his knees.  His little nub was leaking constantly, but that wasn’t what demanded his attention.

“I know,” Jeff said, a smug grin on his face.  At his nod, Trevor spun around and fell forward, thrusting his muscled globes back in the smaller man’s direction.  The lithe blonde didn’t hesitate.  With an ease that surprised them both, Jeff worked his spit-slick girder into Trevor’s seemingly elastic hole, causing the broad hulk to arch his back and let out an echoing howl.  The shrunken jock laughed and clutched his friend’s waist, feeling a return of his former confidence.  He’d lost his hard-earned muscle, but this was at least a position he was used to.  “You like that,” he said, more of a statement than a question as he slowly pumped his hips.

“FFFFFnnnggg….fuck yes…” Trevor nodded, his piston-arms flexing as he clutched at the ground and started rocking in time with Jeff’s thrusting.  He’d never once thought about getting fucked before, but now it was all he wanted to think about.  Despite knowing that it was a result of whatever had been done to them, as Jeff thrust deeper and deeper, Trevor was already thinking ahead to the next opportunity.  He was overcome with a desire to be used, and the more he thought about it, he specifically wanted to be used by men smaller than himself.  Instead of being horrifying, the thought of a slender little twink like Jeff bringing him to his knees made him quiver.  Even the sensation of his shrunken cock aching pointlessly didn’t dull the ecstasy rocketing through him.  He knew their lives had been drastically altered, and he had no idea what the future looked like for either of them, but as long as that future had him bouncing on a dick he’d make it work. The bliss finally causing his burly arms to give out, Trevor fell forward, burying his face against the soft soil.

“You still with me, stud?”  Jeff laughed and drove in hard, the sight of his friend’s overloaded bulk pushing him towards the inevitable conclusion.

“Uh-huh…don’ stop…” Trevor grunted, practically drooling.  His world had tunneled to nothing but Jeff’s thick rod slipping in and out.  He felt his own miniature member erupt with a spurting little explosion, but he was content to let Jeff take his time.

When the smaller man finally came he collapsed against Trevor’s broad back, wrapping his thin arms around the other man’s muscle gut as much as he could and spasming as he unleashed a torrential load.  It spilled free when he pulled out a few moments later, pouring down the inside of his friend’s meaty thigh and reeking of the same fragrant rose.

It wasn’t until then that he noticed the change to their surroundings.  They were no longer in the maze but in a small glade not far from where they’d first entered the swamp, and the overwhelming scent of rose wasn’t coming from the overgrown walls.  It was coming from them.

“Trev…dude!  Get it together, man.  Look around,” Jeff said, his voice shaking when he saw the changes to his tank-top.  It was still loose and flowing, but instead of the deep turquoise it had been, it was now a light, pastel pink.  The same went for the pile of clothes nearby, his khaki shorts replaced by a small pair made of pink terrycloth, and his plaid boxers now a pale pink thong.  His oversized sneakers had become a pair of pink boat shoes, completing his monochromatic outfit.

“Wha…wait…where are we?”  Trevor finally hefted himself up from the ground and rolled over, blinking in a daze as he looked around.  “What happened to the…” he stopped and sniffed at the air, his flushed face turning a deeper shade of red.  On instinct, he reached down and scooped a bead of liquid from the inside of his thigh, his eyes going wide when he licked it clean and tasted the sweet, rosewater flavor.  “Is that smell…us?”

Jeff nodded, wincing as he slid the thong up his softened thighs.  The string slipped between his plump cheeks while the stuffed pouch struggled to contain his girthy package, and he was grateful for the draping tank-top when he saw the prominent lump bulging out of his dainty new shorts.  It would be exposed whenever he so much as lifted his arms, as would his constantly bouncing bubble, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.  “This is humiliating,” he sighed, saying it more out of reflex than any real emotion.  Nothing had changed, he still liked the way Trevor eyed him in his bright new clothes; he just felt like he shouldn’t.

“I think it’s pretty cute, actually,” the bigger man grinned.

“Good, ‘cause those are yours.”

Trevor looked over to where Jeff pointed, his smile faltering.  Instead of his shredded clothes, he saw a pair of pink bikinis, tiny pink gym shorts, a cropped pink muscle shirt, and matching cross trainers.  His stomach dropped when he lumbered over and pulled the bikini briefs on, his shrunken equipment leaving a barely-visible lump where his stuffed bulge should have been.  It was the same when he pulled the shorts on, which weren’t much larger than the briefs and which showed off exactly what he’d lost between his massive quads.  And unlike Jeff, his muscle shirt stopped just above his navel, meaning there was nothing to hide either his petite equipment or the massive globes that threatened to escape with the slightest movement.  “I take it back, this isn’t cute,” he spat, blushing at the contrast between his exaggeratedly masculine features and the feminine outfit.  He sniffed at the air again, his brow furrowing.  “We reek, dude.  Do you think this smell is going to wash off?”  He spread his muscled arms wide and turned in a slow circle, looking back and forth between them.  “We can’t just walk around like this…can we?”

“I don’t think we have a choice,” Jeff said, the tank top slipping down his shoulder when he crossed his thin arms over his flattened chest.  “Do you…remember why we’re even out here?”

“Of course!  We came out here to…to…” Trevor trailed off.  He scratched absently at his head, pulling his cap off to look at the pink hat that no longer bore any baseball logos, before putting it back and shrugging.  “Huh.”

Jeff opened and closed his mouth several times before speaking.  “I want to say we came out here to fool around, but that doesn’t feel right.  Does it?”

Trevor shook his head.  “No.  We wouldn’t…I mean…we’re not…are we?”  He looked down at his bloated, pink-clad body, a confused grin on his face.  A voice in his head was trying to tell him that he really was a micro-dicked, meathead power-bottom, but that didn’t sound right, even if it felt that way.

“Why else would we be out here?  And I was just fucking your brains out,” Jeff conceded, sounding like he was trying to convince himself just as much as Trevor.

“Yeah but that’s not hard,” Trevor said with a dull laugh, more proud than alarmed at the idea of his decreased mental capacity.  Why the thought should have been alarming slipped out of his grasp before he could hold on to it, leaving him surprisingly content.  He wasn’t dumb; he just preferred to listen to his body instead of his brain.

Jeff sniffed at the air again, confused at why he thought the rosy aroma was out of place.  “Were we just worried about something?  What did you want to wash off?”

Trevor looked down at the dried cum on his thighs and shrugged.  “I dunno…I like it when you leave me sticky.”

Jeff rolled his eyes.  “No wonder we’re out here fucking in the mud, you little piggy,” he laughed, reaching over to squeeze Trevor’s small bulge.

The hulking brunette beamed, thrusting into his friend’s small hand.  “Wanna do it again?”

Jeff paused, trying one last time to force his fractured thoughts together.  He couldn’t put his finger on the source of his underlying anxiety, and he kept having flashes of himself in a bigger, muscled body, but they always drifted away.  He kept thinking that it should have been his, but every time he had the thought it seemed more and more ridiculous.  He just topped big guys; he wasn’t actually one himself.  He slipped his hand inside Trevor’s shorts, tweaking the little nub and flashing a smug grin up at his friend.  “We did drive all the way out here.  Might as well make the most of it.”