Gone Wild, pt. 1 (Patreon)

“Don’t worry.  To everyone else, this is how things have always been.”  The silky smooth voice couldn’t hide the horror of the message.  “You’re the only one who knows the difference.  Not that you’ll be able to do anything about it.”

Gavin gasped awake, his heart racing as his eyes darted around the dim room.  The sun hadn’t yet crested the dune outside his window and he could hear the waves crashing just on the other side.  Instead of being relaxed by the coastal surroundings he was on the verge of panic, his lean body drenched in sweat from the dream he couldn’t quite remember.

“Weird fuckin’ nightmare,” he sighed, kicking his legs over the bed and stumbling to the bathroom in a groggy haze once his frantic pulse had finally slowed.  It wasn’t until he was standing in front of the toilet relieving himself that he even realized he was naked.  Normally he’d have on a pair of boxers, and normally the cock in his hand didn’t feel so large.  Gavin let out a quiet yelp, his eyes going wide when he looked down and saw the inflated beast, the details of his dream filtering in through his growing dread.  The specifics were fuzzy, but he remembered someone talking, followed by his body changing in impossible ways.

Now, just like he’d seen in his dream, he was staring at a limp hose that was almost twice as large as it should have been.  When he’d gone to bed he’d had an average package, at best.  His cock had been a little thin, with pert, matching balls, but overall the equipment was a perfect match to his tight, lean build.  Unlike his new monster.  Soft, the altered member looked like a hefty banana hanging between his legs, made all the more prominent as his equally enlarged balls thrust the whole thing forward.  “No…no…no no no...” he stammered, rushing over to the mirror and feeling his other alterations shake in the process.  Like his package, his formerly perky little rear had grown considerably, exploding outward as a matching set of large, round globes.  The muscled cheeks still solid when he flexed, but they were covered in a soft layer that bounced and jiggled with the slightest movement.

Looking at his warped body, Gavin wondered if he was still dreaming.  He told himself he had to be, that none of this could be possible in the real world.  There was no way he could have the same trim beard and handsome features, the same whipcord torso with its deceptively strong arms.  He still had his shaggy brown hair and defined, modest pecs, leaving him exactly as he should be from the waist up.  But from the waist down, his jiggling cheeks and dangling beast offset his otherwise toned thighs and rocky calves.  He wracked his brain for the rest of the dream, but the details were becoming hazier by the second.  There was something else, something even more alarming, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“It still looks good, dude…”

Gavin whirled from the mirror as his friend Brad, also naked, stumbled to the toilet, giving the surprised man’s abs a pat as he passed.  Having been on the same teams and in the same locker rooms for years this was far from the first time they’d seen each other naked, but Gavin felt like he was looking at a stranger.  The sight of Brad’s short, stocky body bulging with hairy muscle filled him with what he could only describe as hunger.  He stared at his friend’s bare, barrel chest and thick arms, blushing as he suddenly realized he knew much more than he should about how those furry pecs felt pressing against him.  And the way his inflated ass tingled at the sight of Brad shaking his thick, squat rod told him he knew much more about that than he should have as well.

“…didn’t think I was that rough on it last night,” Brad continued, turning from the toilet with a yawn and a stretch.

To his surprise, Gavin found himself reaching over and wrapping his arms around the stocky jock’s beefy waist, gripping the shorter man’s solid, hairy globes.  “When have I ever complained about things being too rough,” he purred.  On the outside Gavin grinned, but the whole time he was panicking internally.  He had no idea where the odd words had come from or why either of them were acting the way they were.  More importantly, he had no idea why his monster cock was twitching at the sudden memories of himself bouncing up and down on the stocky man’s thick, solid rod the night before.

Brad reached down and grabbed the twitching hose, eliciting a gasp from his leaner friend.  “I still remember how weird this was at first,” he laughed, his stubby fingers barely wrapping all the way around the stiffening organ as he tugged.  “But man…who needs a girl along when you’re around?”

Gavin let out a quiet groan, more confused than ever by the other man’s actions.  He couldn’t figure out why his very straight friend was jerking him off, or why he was just standing there letting him.  That confusion, along with his growing lust, reached a fever pitch when Brad dropped to his knees and added his tongue to the mix.  He felt like he should pull away, but all Gavin could do was close his eyes while Brad’s stubbled cheeks scraped his thighs.  As the pressure built, it punched through the lingering fog to bring with it fresh memories of the strange dream.  Gavin tried to hold onto them the same way he gripped Brad’s slurping head, afraid that they’d flee again as soon as he came.

“It doesn’t matter that they’re straight,” the man in his dream had said.  Gavin still couldn’t remember exactly what the stranger looked like, or how he’d ended up in his room, but the smooth, charming voice came through in perfect detail.  There was a familiarity to it, and he kept thinking back to the man in the purple speedo they’d made fun of earlier in the day.  He hadn’t done anything to them, but, as usual, Gavin wanted to show off.  As soon as the fit, older man was within earshot he began hurling insult after homophobic insult.  The man, if that’s truly what he was, didn’t so much as flinch, but given his sudden appearance in Gavin's dream he’d clearly heard.  “They’ll want to do to you aaaaalllllll those things they usually do to their pretty little girlfriends.  They’ll probably want to do them to you even more.  And you’ll let them.  Hell, you’ll WANT them to.  But,” the man paused for effect, and though he couldn’t remember the face it was attached to, Gavin remembered the wry grin as the stranger finished, “once they do, they’re yours.  You’ll get to do all those things YOU want to do to them, and they won’t even stop to think about it.  Actually, come to think of it, there’s a chance you might not even realize it’s happening once you wake up.  Still, I think you’ll be surprised by how much fun you can have when those pesky filters aren’t there, and things like “gay” and “straight” no longer matter.  You’re not forcing anyone into anything, just removing the impediments that keep them from feeling good.  Just think of it...you and the guys around you, each feeding off the other, no one knowing where it’ll end up.  And that’s not even including the new friends you’ll undoubtedly make with that new body of yours.  Since you’re clearly so interested in their attention, men will find you irresistible.”  As he spoke, Gavin remembered the man’s outline wavering.  The appearance of a fit, older man cracked, the smooth, tanned skin falling away to reveal iridescent scales underneath.  Its voice remained as velvet smooth as ever even though the creature’s mouth no longer moved the way it should.  “You’ve got limitless stamina now, so, by all means, have at it.”

The memory of the thing’s laughter faded as Gavin was abruptly brought back to the present.  He heard himself groan and he opened his eyes just in time to see Brad get a face full of sticky fluid.  While Gavin’s altered equipment unleashed its torrent, he could see that his kneeling friend had actually positioned the now-huge rod specifically to douse his face and chest.  Not only that, at some point Brad had started stroking his own cock, and when it began spurting a few moments later he held it so that it would blast up onto his furry stomach and chest.  The sound of his friend’s deep whimpers while he was being rained on only heightened Gavin’s release, filling him with a kind of satisfaction he’d never felt before.

“Maaaaaaaaan,” Brad sighed, slowly climbing to his feet.  “You know just what I like.”

Gavin surprised himself once again by reaching out and smearing the sticky fluid across Brad’s bulging chest.  “Of course I do,” he grinned, holding out his cum-soaked hand and letting a red-faced Brad suck his fingers clean.  Gavin thought back to what the man in his dream had said and wondered if his friend even truly realized what just happened.  Never in a million years would he have thought that buff little Brad would love getting doused in another man’s cum, or that he’d so love being the one doing it to him.  But the sight of his muscular, hairy friend dripping with his copious release was suddenly more arousing than he ever could have imagined.  Gavin didn’t know how to even begin untangling the events.  Had Brad always been attracted to him on some level?  Was a cum bath what the stocky stud always wanted?  Or was it what Gavin wanted now that his desires had shifted, and Brad was only going along for the ride?

The altered jock’s confusion only continued to grow as they scrubbed each other down in the shower and he realized just how much he enjoyed Brad’s solid, hairy body under his hands.  Instead of the soft, smooth skin and womanly figure he normally lusted after, the brawny hunk’s rough skin and rugged build drove Gavin wild.  His heartbeat quickened at the sight of his friend’s suddenly cute smile, and all at once he started noticing things like the other man’s bright eyes, button nose and sharp cheeks.  Never realizing how handsome his friend actually was, Gavin had to stop himself from leaning forward and planting a deep kiss when he focused on how soft and puffy Brad’s lips looked.  Not because he didn’t want to, but because if he did they’d start the process all over again.

The two talked like always while they toweled off, wondering what the rest of the day would bring.  They’d rented the beach house with a bunch of their friends for their Fall break.  It was supposed to just be “the guys,” or at least that had been the plan before.  Now it was “the guys” and Gavin.  He was at once one of them and also something entirely different, a seed of lustful chaos that “the guys” now unintentionally cultivated with each new encounter.

Gavin wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or terrified at the hazy memories of each of his friends.  Like Brad, though he knew he’d never hooked up with any of them before, he now recalled phantom encounters that made him intimately familiar with each member of the athletic crew.  He didn’t need to worry about what was going to happen.  Somehow, it already had.

The altered young man sauntered back out into his room and casually tossed his towel aside, feeling an internal rush of dread when he looked on the windowsill.  For the past two days he’d had a pair of baggy green board shorts with a white tropical flower print.  He’d left them on the window to dry the night before, but now in their place he found a small speedo. It was the same color and print, but considerably tighter, and with much less fabric.  As with everything else that morning, his body was on autopilot when it pulled the swimsuit on, and he winced internally as it settled into place.  Gavin could feel the top third of his newly rounded ass hanging out, but the front was something else altogether.  The speedo bulged obscenely, with his huge hose tenting out the fabric so much it left the sides of his inflated balls exposed.  He repositioned himself so that his cock snaked off to the side, but either way there was no diminishing the hulking basket.

He and Brad made their way up to the kitchen, where Dave and Dylan were already making breakfast.  The moment Gavin walked into the room, all eyes were on him.  He knew that his inflated package left him with the largest of the group, but as he walked around with the barely concealed bulge, he felt none of the manliness or masculinity he always thought a bigger cock would bring him.  Instead, he felt exposed and vulnerable.  Gavin wasn’t used to feeling like such an object as he watched the guys stare at his stuffed speedo the way they all normally leered at a girl’s chest.

Knowing what they were thinking was both intimidating and a turn on.  Gavin had always been modest, or at least oblivious, about his looks.  Now, he was acutely aware of what he was working with.  He knew his lean, defined build looked good.  His modest pecs, with their sprinkling of hair and tiny, matching nipples, sat perfectly above his washboard abs and toned obliques.  His legs were long and supple, managing to be solid yet soft in all the right places.  The same could be said of his wiry arms, which looked thin and inviting until he flexed, popping the deceptively large muscles underneath.  The longer he looked at the leering eyes, Gavin began to realize he didn’t feel vulnerable after all.  He felt exposed, but that was exactly what he wanted.

“You guys are up earlier than I thought you’d be,” Dave winked from behind the counter.

Gavin bit back a gasp as he looked at his friend’s shaggy blonde hair, broad shoulders and prominent pecs, feeling the same overwhelming sensation as when he’d looked at Brad.  It was like he was seeing everyone for the first time.  “Were we too loud last night,” he asked, his nonchalant tone betraying none of the confusion he felt at the question.

“It’s a good thing the houses around us are empty.”  This came from a yawning Dylan as he turned away from the large window overlooking the beach, his eyes still droopy with sleep.  The groggy young man was wearing only a pair of loose, striped boxers, showing off a frame that was similar to Gavin’s, though with a bit more muscle and without the new additions.  “Sounds like you guys had fun again this morning, too.”

“You know how Brad likes his baths,” Gavin purred, watching Brad turn bright red though the other man didn’t say anything to deny it.  “You should try it some time,” he said, nodding back and forth between Dylan and the stocky beefcake.  Gavin didn’t know why he’d added that last part, only that he was suddenly very interested in watching his two friends go at it.

“Fuck no,” Brad laughed a little too quickly, his eyes running up and down Dylan’s boxer-clad frame.  “No offense man, but I only want it from one source.”

Dylan shrugged.  “You didn’t hear me leaping at the idea, did you?”  He settled next to Gavin and ran a hand down the other man’s back before letting it slide into the back of the speedo.  “I’m just wondering when it’s finally my turn at these?”

Gavin felt the back of the skimpy swimwear slide down, leaving his supple new cheeks exposed while Dylan’s hand kneaded a plump mound.  He could feel everyone staring, but instead of trying to cover himself, he left his ass hanging out as he pushed it back against the other man’s hand.  “What’s your rush,” he asked as he reached over and slid his fingers in through the fly of Dylan’s boxers, grabbing the quickly hardening cock.  “Is this going somewhere?”  The lustful display wasn’t like any of them. Even when they’d had girls around, none of them were so overt or obvious in their affections when others were around.  Yet, as jarring as it should have been, everyone in the kitchen was acting like this was entirely normal behavior.  And, as he searched his new memories, Gavin wasn’t sure whether he should be thrilled or embarrassed at the knowledge that it was.  Just as the man in his dream had said, as long as he was around there were no boundaries or filters, and he knew that as time went on, those walls would stay crumbled even when the guys were on their own.  “Besides,” he said, fishing Dylan’s solid rod out of the fly, “you know what you need to do first.”

Dylan blushed, both from having his cock sticking out and from what Gavin wanted.  The lean, auburn-haired man thought of himself as the group’s pretty-boy, and he routinely let everyone know how superior his looks were.  As such, Gavin wasn’t going to let him take a crack at his ass until he’d fully proved his standing by doing a go-go routine.  “Oh, come on…” Dylan pleaded, fighting the urge to get up and start swaying right then and there.  He wanted Gavin, bad, but he couldn’t bring himself to cross that line yet.

Gavin just smiled and turned away, taking a few steps before casually pulling his speedo back into place.  Looking around the room, he was pleased to find that the attention had shifted from himself to Dylan’s exposed rod; especially from Brad, who was actually licking his lips.  The implication was enough to jar Gavin’s confusingly pleasant mood.  The thought that he was somehow responsible for turning the room full of “straight” jocks into something else entirely made his head hurt and his stomach flutter.  There was a part of him that felt guilty.  He’d been the one to run his mouth to the stranger, and while technically nothing was happening that the guys didn’t on some level want to, he blamed himself for getting them involved.  At the same time, though, what he really wanted was for his friends to throw him on the floor and take him as a group.

It was too much.  Hoping some distance from the others would help clear his head, Gavin slid out of the room and hurried downstairs to make his way outside before anyone could stop him.  “What the fuck is this…” he muttered to himself, stumbling as he passed the pool on his way to the beach.  He was thrown off balance by a sudden memory of Dave pounding him in one of the loungers spaced out on the patio, his friends’ faces leering down from above as they watched through the great room’s window.  He’d hoped the fresh air and a dip in the ocean would help clear his aching head, but with each step, memory after memory flooded in.  A whole new life was filling his head, and it was pushing out the old one in the process.  Gavin tried desperately to cling to how he knew things should be, but he could feel that knowledge slipping through his fingers by the second.