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Luke shook his head as he looked at the small pile of pink and crimson waiting on Nate’s bed. “I don’t know why you always let him bait you like that.  You know it never ends well.”

“I don’t need a lecture, dude,” Nate sighed, peeling out of his tank-top. The burly jock shucked his shorts and boxers next, pulling both down in a single tug.  His smallish package bounced as he kicked free of the discarded bottoms, a pit already forming in his muscled stomach. Nate wasn’t shy about his body, a fortunate trait considering the circumstances, but even his flexible limits were about to be tested.  Already there was an unfamiliar rush of embarrassment when he looked over at his strapping, dark-skinned friend.  Between shared dorms, locker rooms and some of the wilder parties they’d been to over the years they’d seen each other in every state imaginable, except for the one Nate was about to put himself in.

“No, you need my help putting your panties on,” Luke scoffed.  He reached for the frilly lace so he could throw it at his friend but pulled back, not wanting to touch more of it than he had to.  He wasn’t any more thrilled about what was coming than Nate, but as the arrogant stud’s longtime friend he was used to getting roped into the other man’s antics.

“I don’t need your help with the panties, it’s the corset I can’t get on by myself,” Nate said, his face going beet red when he slid the impossibly small thong up his powerful legs.

“That looks...uncomfortable,” Luke laughed as his friend’s plump balls spilled out the bottom.  “At least that little dick finally paid off.”

Nate winced and adjusted the pouch as best he could, blushing a deeper shade at the foreign sensation of his calloused palm against clean-shaven skin.  “And for the record, it ends well at least half of the time,” he said, eager to change the subject from his short, barely-contained cock.  He grabbed the matching stockings and slid them up, amazed that the straining fabric didn’t rip around his beefy quads.

“I think you two should just fuck and get it over with,” Luke suggested as he watched Nate wrap the garter belt around his waist and clip it to the top of his stockings.

The blushing jock stopped what he was doing so he could fix his friend with an offended glare.  “What?!  Don’t be gross.”

“Bro.  Look at you.”  Luke grabbed Nate by his broad shoulders and guided him over in front of the full-length mirror.  The two were similarly built, which, coupled with Luke’s more traditional outfit of loose muscle shirt and baggy gym shorts, drove home the extreme nature of Nate’s forced exposure.  “Why would he want you dressed like this if he didn’t want to hit it?”

“Because it’s humiliating.  Fuck, man, I’d have done the same thing.”

“My point exactly,” Luke laughed, giving one of Nate’s bare, ample cheeks a squeeze.  “There’s other ways to embarrass someone than makin’ ‘em walk around with their dick out.  This is punishing everybody.”

Nate pursed his lips and winked at the other man.  “Are you calling me ugly,” he purred.

“I’m calling you a dude...a big, buff dude...dressed in women’s lingerie.  Shit, man, now this is going to be burned into my head every time I see a chick wearing this stuff.”  Luke scowled and reached down to adjust his thick hose through his shorts.  “Going to take one hell of a palette cleanser.”

“I already told you...I owe you a night at Christie’s.  I’ll pay for as many lap dances as it takes to make both of us forget about this.”

“And your hidden feelings for Alex?”  Luke patted Nate on one of his prominent pecs and motioned for him to turn so he could help fasten the bright corset around his friend’s chiseled torso.

“Dude!  Come on,” Nate laughed, wincing when Luke cinched the top tight.  “That motherfucker wishes he could get a guy like me.”

“My point.  Again,” Luke said, his eyes going wide when Nate turned to face him.  The squeezing top lifted and thrust the other man’s slab of a chest to an impossible degree, leaving the muscled mounds plump, thick and juicy.  “Especially when he gets a look at those titties.  Damn,” he whistled.

The combination of his friend’s genuine shock coupled with his own embarrassment at the gravity-defying mounds formed a crack in Nate’s confidence.  Parading around in a ridiculous outfit was one thing when it was just a bet, but it was something else altogether if Alex actually was going to get off on the sight.  “You don’t really think he...you’re just fuckin’ with me, right?”

Luke shrugged.  “There’s friendly rivalry, and then there’s whatever the fuck you two got goin’ on.  The way you’re constantly trying to out-fuck each other?  It’ll be a moot point soon since the two of you have managed to piss off every girl on campus.”

“It’s not like that,” Nate insisted weakly.

“Just sayin’...I’m not thinking about another dude whenever I’m gettin’ some pussy.”

Before Nate could respond, a harsh voice yelled from outside his bedroom door.  “Time’s up!  No hiding in there,” Alex called.

Luke reached out and tousled Nate’s short, chestnut hair the way he used to before their football games.  “Guess you’ll find out, stud,” he smiled, giving the other man’s bouncing cheeks another swat.  “Go get ‘em.”

Nate took a deep breath and lumbered over to the door, his stomach dropping as soon as he opened it and saw Alex standing with his camera at the ready.  He couldn’t stop himself from blushing when their last housemate, Brent, gave a loud, catcalling whistle.

“There she is,” Alex cheered.  “How you feelin’, sweetheart?  Give us a turn.”

“I have literally never been more humiliated,” Nate grumbled, his sharp, lean cheeks burning visibly beneath his trimmed beard.  The crimson hue flowed south as he turned in a slow circle, popping against the various shades of pink adorning his muscled frame.  Now that it wasn’t just Luke looking at him, Nate wanted to crawl under a rock at the way the rosy corset lifted his chiseled pecs to an obscene degree, further accentuating the impressive size of the prominent mounds.  They were formed into a plump shelf between his broad shoulders and powerful arms, but while the enhanced slab also showed off the hard-earned taper to his waist, Nate couldn’t muster any of his usual swagger.

The ill-fitting thong certainly didn’t help the issue.  His ample rear swallowed the string entirely, and the lace front couldn’t come anywhere near to containing even his below-average equipment.  Nate had been able to get his short, stout cock to stay beneath the fuchsia fabric, but his balls spilled heavily out the sides.  The exposed orbs only served to draw further attention to the sheer lace stockings plastered to each of his meaty thighs on either side, their frilly lace tops connected to a matching garter belt that rode low on his trim hips.  At 6’3” and 275 pounds, Nate was still amazed that Alex had been able to cobble together as much of the humiliating outfit as he had.  He’d been able to resist the other man’s push for makeup, but he’d still been forced to shave everything from his neck down.  Alex wanted even the short beard to go, but luckily the other guys were able to intervene, pointing out that Nate would look more ridiculous with it than without.

“Don’t make the bet if you can’t afford it,” Alex grinned.  The smug blonde looked Nate up and down as he walked in a slow circle around the blushing mountain, nodding to himself.  Alex wasn’t as built as the scantily clad stud, but he was still every bit the athletic pretty boy, and he took any opportunity he could to knock Nate down a peg.  They had a friendly, if grudgingly so, rivalry, each of them always trying to outdo the other either in bed, in the gym, or both.  Though he wasn’t as big overall, Alex’s lantern-jawed, All-American face sat on a body that had a level of shredded definition Nate couldn’t touch, complete with a full head of thick, golden hair.  He also loved to remind Nate that he had a bigger dick, but his slightly shorter height was considered an unfair advantage in that regard, which left the question of who had the better body as a draw.

The same went for the question of who could put that body to the best use.  Both Nate and Alex had revolving doors to their bedrooms, each of them fucking an endless stream of women as they tried to one-up the other.  With their above-average looks it was never difficult to find a willing partner; the only question was one of caliber.  They had to find someone who was at least on their level, and preferably more attractive than whoever came before them lest they cede ground to the competition.  Nate had never stopped to think about Luke’s point, about how often he actually did have Alex on the mind while his stout shaft was buried to the hilt inside some lithe, moaning beauty.  The warm air of the apartment tickling his exposed balls as they spilled free, he tried more than ever not to think about it now.

“And for the pièce de résistance,” Alex said with a flourish as he stepped aside to reveal the matching heels Brent had pulled out from behind his back.  “Your glass slippers, Cinderella.”

Nate groaned and rolled his eyes.  He never thought it could actually get worse.  “Where the fuck did you even get heels in a size 14,” he asked with an awkward laugh, grabbing the table to steady himself as he slipped them on.  The pink pumps caused him to shoot up another three inches, leaving him towering at least a full head over everyone else, but instead of boosting his nerve it made him feel more exposed and ridiculous than ever.  The arch to his foot caused him to adopt an unfamiliar stance, and he could feel his plump cheeks shifting and flexing with the slightest movement.

Alex beamed as he watched the wobbling jock stagger, his unsteady feet clopping loudly against the worn, wooden floors.  “Same place I got all this stuff.  Maxie was only too happy to help out when I told her why I needed it.”

“You went to Maxie?”  Nate couldn’t hide his surprise.  “That chick’s nuts.”

“Why do you think I went to her?  If anyone was going to have this stuff, or at least know where I could get it, it’s her.  And she really, really doesn’t like you.”

“I didn’t think she was too fond of you, either,” Nate said, forcing the thought of Maxie’s naked body from his mind before his cock got wind of the memories.  A stab of regret mingled with Nate’s embarrassment.  He’d genuinely liked Maxie.  With her short hair that was constantly changing color and tattooed, nimble frame she was not only gorgeous, she was unique.  She was into weird art and meditation and deep conversations, nothing like the preening sorority girls he usually hooked up with.  In a perfect world Nate could have seen the two of them actually starting a real relationship, but he didn’t have time for that, not when he always had to one-up Alex.  Unsurprisingly, Maxie hadn’t taken it well when she learned she was just another mark on a scorecard, and even less so when Alex tried to swoop in and add her to his collection.  She wasn’t his type at all, but he knew Nate actually liked her, which was all the arrogant hunk needed.

“Oh, she’s not,” Alex agreed.  “But you know what they say about common enemies.”

“She better not see these pictures,” the scantily-clad hulk growled, looking at the other two men as he finished.  “No one does.”

It was Alex’s turn to roll his eyes.  “Yeah, yeah.  Blackmail and leverage only, I know.  Believe it or not, she didn’t even want ‘em.  I offered just in case it would help, but she said no.”

Nate’s already-fragile ego felt the blow.  “One...fuck you for even putting that out there with her.  Two...whatever, then.  Am I supposed to be mad that someone isn’t going to see me like this?”

Alex grinned at the big man’s obvious blustering.  “Awww, it’s okay babe, we still think you’re pretty,” he cooed.  “She just made me promise to call you something...a nickname?  Shit...what was it…” the blonde jock trailed off, his eyes lighting up a moment later.  “Oh!  Cherry Blossom.  That mean anything?”

“Uh...no, not familiar.  But who knows with her.  She was always coming up with weird shit like that,” Nate said, clearing his throat as he winced internally.  He didn’t want to give Alex the additional satisfaction of knowing that Maxie was twisting the knife.  “Cherry Blossom” was the name he’d used for Maxie during some of their kinkier hookups, when she’d been wearing an outfit similar to the one he currently had on.  It wasn’t a coincidence that she’d given Alex the rosy lingerie, but a message.  Any hopes Nate had been entertaining that maybe she’d moved on were sufficiently dashed as soon as Alex said the words, though the crestfallen jock didn’t have much time to dwell.

Just as he was remembering the last time he’d seen the pink lace, the room suddenly took on a shimmering, matching hue.  The strange glow permeated everything but seemed extra focused on wrapping itself around Nate’s brawny frame like a blanket.  His exposed skin started tingling, and for just a second he thought he saw the others’ amused expressions twist into leering, lecherous masks.  It was only a flash and then the room was back to normal, the strange tingling all that remained of the dizzying illumination.

Alex rubbed his chin, nodding.  If he’d seen the strange glow, it didn’t show in his smug grin.  “I kinda like it.  What do you guys think?”  Luke just shook his head, but Brent finally chimed in, having to crane his neck to look up at Nate’s towering new height.

“I could get used to this,” Brent sighed, reaching out to run a stubby finger along the frilly trim of Nate’s garter belt.  The stocky, dark-haired ball of furry muscle was already the shortest of the group, and he looked even moreso against the rosy hunk’s elevated frame.  Unlike his sculpted friends the stout wrestler was broad and beefy, with powerful arms and a constant layer of scrubby stubble on his rugged face.  His overdeveloped lower half sported a long, fat cock in addition to his plump globes, and if it weren’t for his diminutive, 5’7” stature Brent would have looked almost comically masculine.  As it was, he hung around Alex for the easy access it gave him to the blonde adonis’s leftovers, being more than happy to take advantage of the girls who didn’t make the cut.

“What?  Having my dick at eye level,” Nate sneered, fighting back an odd shiver at the sensation of Brent’s finger on his waist.

“Is that what that is?  I thought it was just a clit boner.”  Brent slid his finger down the taller man’s obliques, giving the precariously stuffed thong a little bounce.  He raised an eyebrow at the way Nate’s abs tensed, the other man biting back a gasp, but didn’t say anything.

“As much fun as I’m sure you’re all going to have, I’m outta here,” Luke said, giving Nate a sympathetic nod.  He kept shaking his head and blinking, but Nate seemed to be the only one who noticed.  “I’ve got some actual girls I could spend time with.  No offense,” he winked, his gaze lingering on his exposed friend a bit longer than usual.

“Your loss,” Alex shrugged, slipping a hand around the taller man’s waist.  “Just means we get this all to ourselves.”  Nate bit back another gasp at Alex’s touch.  He blamed it on the way the constricting outfit was messing with his circulation, but the slightest contact was like a live wire.  He’d almost whimpered when Brent stroked his stomach, and now Alex’s hand at the top of his thigh was sending him into overdrive.  As embarrassing as it would have been Nate was surprised that he wasn’t actually hard yet, but he blamed it on the tight thong and felt a bit of relief that the humiliating underwear had some usefulness afterall.  He was disappointed that Luke had decided not to stick around, but he told himself that was only because he’d lost an ally, nothing more.  “Might as well get started then,” Alex continued once Luke was gone. “My room isn’t going to clean itself.”

Nate sighed and clopped off to the blonde’s messy room, hoping the mindless tasks would take his mind off the humiliating situation.  One whiff of the other man’s musky dwelling, though, made it clear that hope had been in vain. Nate’s stomach fluttered as he looked around at Alex’s messy bed and the discarded piles of clothing scattered around the floor. His eyes specifically lingered on the sweaty gym shorts and pungent briefs, and Nate actually caught himself licking his lips as he gathered them into the laundry basket.  He was more focused on kneading the briefs in his hand than he was at the way he exposed his hole every time he bent to pick up a pair.  On more than one occasion the scantily-clad stud had to stop himself from holding the dirty underwear to his face, and, his confusion over the source of his arousal notwithstanding, Nate was starting to grow worried that his stout little rod was still soft.  Whether he wanted to admit it or not he was painfully horny.

“I’ll be honest...never thought I’d see you in my room like this.”  Nate blushed when he turned to see Alex watching from the doorway, the blonde’s muscled arms flexing as they folded beneath his prominent pecs.

“And do you like what you see,” Nate purred.  He told himself that he was just trying to call Alex’s bluff, but that thought hadn’t occurred to him until well after he’d spoken the strange words.  His stomach erupted in a fresh wave of fluttering at the handsome jock’s smug, half-grin.

“So far, yeah,” Alex nodded.  He jerked his head towards his bed, his smile growing as he pulled out his phone.  “Why don’t we make it official.  You’re already dressed for it...hop on in there.”

Nate’s broad frame practically vibrated with confusing excitement as he lumbered over and stretched out on Alex’s bed.  He laid down on his stomach, his powerful arms and elevated chest flexing as he held himself up on his elbows, his meaty cheeks and stocking-covered thighs doing the same while he kicked his heel-clad feet.  Nate was so busy trying to convince himself that he didn’t really want Alex in bed with him that he didn’t even notice the way he pursed his lips and posed for the camera.  It wasn’t until he thought about what he must look like, his athletic frame squeezed into a curvy, sultry ball of muscle, that the humiliation came rushing back.  His eyes went wide and frantic for a moment as he fought the urge to bolt, then zeroed in on the noticeable twitching in Alex’s shorts.  At first he thought his friend was just oblivious, but when he saw the smoldering hunger in the other man’s eyes it occurred to Nate that Alex wanted him to see it.  He thought back to what Luke said about the blonde’s true motives, only now Nate couldn’t be certain of his own, either.  He started to wonder if he’d taken the bet because he actually wanted to lose, and if a part of him wanted to be in this exact scenario all along.

“Oh, shit, there’s a sight,” Brent laughed, his square face appearing in the doorway.  His smile faltered as he stared, fading for a moment before reappearing as an arrogant smirk.  It was an expression Nate was familiar with, but one that the stocky stud usually reserved for judging a potential hookup.  “I’ve seen a lot of chicks in your bed, bro, but never one like that,” he sneered, slapping Alex on the arm.  “You going to hit it or what?”

“It’s not playtime yet,” Alex said, nodding back to the overflowing laundry basket.  “Someone has to finish cleaning up in here first, then take care of the dishes, and then we’ll see if she deserves a treat.”  He stopped Nate when the burly man rolled off the bed and started to pull the sheets free.  “Those might get messy later...you can leave ‘em for now.”

Nate’s heart started racing at the thought, but the dread that should have accompanied Alex’s words was nowhere to be found.  The pounding organ in his raised chest was alight with anticipation, not fear, and no amount of attempted denial on the eager hulk’s part could change that.  He flitted quickly around his friend’s room, surprised by how natural his unusual posture and gait were starting to feel.  Instead of an awkward lumber he’d developed a nimble prance in the shoes, and he was actually starting to enjoy the way his puffed pecs and accentuated cheeks shook and bounced with each step.

He finished in Alex’s room, throwing the other man’s clothes in the washer before making his way to the kitchen to start on the dishes.  The process took some getting used to as the already-tall Nate was forced to bend more than usual at the counter, constantly distracting himself by the way his bearded chin would scrape across the top of his lifted chest.  He couldn’t hold back a hissing groan whenever it happened, much to the delight of the other two.

“Something wrong,” Alex finally asked after watching Nate grunt and shudder yet again.

The big man stood panting and red-faced at the sink, struggling to find the right words.  He was afraid that if he opened his mouth a desperate string of begging and pleading would follow.  Not to end his torment, but for Alex to take him right then and there on the kitchen floor.  By this point Nate knew something strange was going on; he just wasn’t sure that he cared.  A part of him wondered if Alex had laced the clothes with some sort of aphrodisiac, but he wasn’t convinced the blonde pretty-boy was conniving enough to think that far ahead.  And it wasn’t just that Nate was horny.  The addled jock felt like two people inhabiting one body, with a quickly shifting balance of power.  His old self, the smug, straight ladies man, was no longer anywhere near being the one in control.  It was as if his clothing was driving, overwriting his personality with all of the eager, erotic impulses his outfit implied.  “Cherry Blossom” was what he’d called Maxie at her most adventurous, a persona that he was apparently adopting.  Alex and Brent suddenly shone like stars, but it was Cherry Blossom who stood in their light, casting Nate’s former, straight jock self as a shadow.

He cleared his throat, trying to hold onto that last thought.  It felt important, but already threatened to slip through his fingers.  “No, I’m fiiiiIIIEEEE!”  Nate spasmed and howled when Alex reached around from behind and cupped his plump pecs.  He slammed his bare cheeks back on instinct, grinding the muscled globes against the front of the other man’s shorts like a rooting infant.  “Ohhhh fuck…” he whimpered, his voice cracking as he swallowed Alex’s hands in his own.  He didn’t try to pull them away but instead held them in place, trying not to think about how he must look writhing in the blonde’s grip as he towered over him.  He knew the enhanced sensitivity had to be caused by something more than circulation being cut off, though the source didn’t matter nearly as much as the resulting pleasure.

“Like riding a bull,” Brent laughed, his eyes dropping to the way Nate furiously bucked his hips against Alex’s tented shorts.

“If she’s good,” Alex said, giving a final squeeze before letting go and stepping back.  “Doin’ great so far, sweetie,” he laughed, clapping one of Nate’s frustrated globes.

The combined sensation of Alex’s condescending tone and the resounding slap echoing around the kitchen jarred Nate at least partially to his senses.  For a brief moment it occurred to the panting bruiser that his friends’ behavior was just as odd as his own.  Even if Alex had ulterior motives that didn’t explain the obvious lump in Brent’s shorts, or the lecherous hunger with which the hairy little beefcake stared at him.  There should have been no question about the stocky wrestler’s orientation, regardless of how he tried to ride the blonde’s coattails.  Nate wasn’t some leftover runner up at the bar that Brent should want to swoop in and claim for his own.  And yet, even as Nate had the thought, the hirsute hunk stepped forward with a mischievous grin.

“Personally, I prefer motorboating to bull riding,” Brent said, leaning in and burrowing his face against the bigger man’s sensitive chest.

It was too much, too fast.  The confused jock had already been teetering on the edge, especially after Alex’s previous pawing, and Brent’s scratchy stubble pushed him over.  Nate’s eyes went wide and he howled, letting loose a high, piercing wail that was nothing like the deep, satisfied grunts he normally gave while cumming.  His short cock still soft, it took a moment for the stunned man to realize what was even happening as spurts of sticky fluid pumped through the lace thong and all over Brent’s clothes.  Nate’s head spun when Brent stepped away and he looked down, the damp spots on the other man’s shirt the only clue as to what happened since he couldn’t actually see his soaked thong over the heaping crest of his pecs.  “Oh...oh fuck...oh fuck…” he stammered, still burning with lustful fire.  He knew he should have been more worried about his limp cock, but at the moment it didn’t seem to matter.

Brent grinned and shrugged as he looked at his cum-stained shirt and tented shorts.  “Can’t ride a boat without getting at least a little wet.”

Alex sighed and rolled his eyes.  “I mean, there was still vacuuming to be done, but I guess we can do that later,” he said.  “The bet was for you to clean the apartment...we didn’t technically specify when that happened or how long it took.  Can’t hurt to throw a little break in.”

Nate opened his mouth to protest, paused, then closed it again.  He couldn’t find the words.  Their bet hadn’t just been for him to clean the apartment; their bet had been for him to dress in the ridiculous outfit and do whatever Alex commanded.  But as soon as he tried to say that out loud the thought, along with the accompanying conviction, crumbled.  Looking back and forth between his erect friends and his own exposed frame, Nate suddenly wasn’t sure of anything.

“Since you’re working on laundry, you can throw Brent’s in next,” Alex said, winking at the shorter man.  It was the only direction Nate needed.  Without the slightest hesitation he stepped forward and grabbed Brent’s shirt, pulling it free in one quick tug before sending the furry stud’s shorts and underwear to his ankles.  Nate shivered as the other man’s long, fat cock sprang free, the sight of Brent’s furry bulk literally bringing him to his knees.  The foreign sensation of the heels pressing against his meaty rear barely registered as Nate acted on instinct, swallowing the shorter man’s girthy monster all the way to his trimmed bush.  His large, calloused hands made Brent’s furry globes seem small as he clutched them and bobbed his head, the ecstatic hum surging through his body drowning out the lingering confusion.

Nate was having a harder and harder time questioning any of it.  Despite his brain telling him otherwise, his body moved with a practiced ease.  If he’d really never blown anyone before, why wasn’t Brent’s massive cock choking him?  Why did the other man’s hairy muscle feel so normal against his palms?  Why were the musky scent and salty taste so comfortingly familiar?  How did he know which flicks of his tongue would elicit a pleasant shiver from the other man?  And why was the sensation of Brent towering over him as he knelt such a turn on?  Following those same instincts, Nate pulled his mouth away just as the other man tensed, closing his eyes and dropping his head back.  “MMMMmmmmm...yeeesssssss,” he whined, savoring the ropey strands that found their way into his mouth while Brent sprayed all over his chest and face.

“Fuuuuuck, Cherry...if I’m only gettin’ head from one source, I’m real glad it’s you,” Brent panted, reaching down to tousle Nate’s hair.

“Any time you want that fat cock worked, you know you just have to ask,” the kneeling hunk purred, responding to the foreign nickname as if it were truly his own.  He reached out and gave Brent’s softening hose and hefty balls a tender squeeze, leaning in to run his tongue up the inside of a hairy thigh before climbing back to his feet.  He shivered as he looked over at Alex, copious cum trickling down his bearded cheeks and waterfalling through the deep valley of his chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” the blonde laughed, taking him by the hand.  “But not here.  Let’s mess those sheets up one more time before you wash ‘em.  You can still watch, though,” he said to Brent, who beamed and followed along.

Nate was struggling to keep up.  Alex liked to show off, but he’d never offered to let his friends watch while he fucked someone before, nor should Brent have been so eager for the opportunity.  It was more clear than ever that whatever forces were at work on him had affected everyone, but Nate had more immediate concerns.

“This thing’s a mess,” Alex said, shaking his head as he stepped behind the broad man and began undoing the corset.  “Big Shooter Brent sure gave you a soaking.”

“You’re welcome,” the furry stud said from the doorway, his hulking cock already twitching again.

Nate didn’t have time to respond before his world turned further upside down.  He felt Alex pull the corset away, but the accompanying rush of freedom never came.  It wasn’t until the pink top was being removed that Nate even realized it no longer felt tight, and by then it was too late.  Staring at his unfamiliar reflection in Alex’s mirror, all Nate could do was blink in stunned silence.  Though the corset was gone, his pecs were still huge and elevated, jutting off his torso as a set of heaping, supple muscle-tits.  The exaggerated taper was also still present at his waist, as if the excess mass had been permanently thrust upwards to his chest.  Not to be outdone, as he reluctantly stepped out of the too-familiar heels Nate watched his body retain its arched-back pose, his ample rear staying thick and perky as though it was still being forced into the position from the shoes.  The exceptionally round globes were at least a third larger than they should have been and were nearly as eager as his juicy tits for attention.  When Alex slowly worked the soaked, rose-colored thong down his powerful thighs Nate almost came again from the sensation of the other man’s warm tongue flitting against one of the cresting pillows.  As it was he still gasped and spasmed, feeling a fleeting stab of humiliation at how his permanently limp cock seemed smaller than ever against his curvy new frame.  He was still every bit as built, but instead of hard and tapering he looked soft and round.  And the more Alex pawed at him, the more Nate noticed how smooth even his skin felt, the scratchy, freshly-shaven sandpaper having disappeared with his previously proportional frame.  Nate knew what that meant.  Just as he knew he’d never have a rigid cock again, the altered jock knew his manscaping days were over.  He still had the trimmed beard on his sharp cheeks, but like his formerly chestnut scalp the facial hair had taken on a pale pink hue.

Instead of screaming in horror Nate turned to face Alex, swallowing the other man in his meaty embrace.  He pressed his oversized chest against his friend’s, his hands slipping into the back of the blonde’s shorts.  An unusual thrill shot through Nate as he writhed against Alex, like he was scratching an itch he hadn’t been able to reach for years.  The sight of Brent standing in the doorway, jerking off and watching, was just as confusingly familiar, but it felt new at the same time.

“OOHHHHHHHHH!”  Nate screamed again when Alex lowered his chin and began licking at one of his enlarged nipples.  He squirmed and let go of the blonde’s perky bubble to literally tear the shirt from the other man’s athletic frame.

“I love it when you get worked up,” Alex laughed, shoving Nate back onto the bed.  The prone, top-heavy hunk gawked up at his friend over his heaving mountains, the sight of the blonde’s shredded, tapering frame driving him wild.  The perfectly shaped muscle, with its light coating of golden hair, filled Nate with a mixture of overwhelming desire and envy for something that he realized he could never possess for himself.  The latter emotion was fortunately fleeting, disappearing entirely by the time Alex had stepped out of his discarded shorts and wagged his rigid club in Nate’s direction.  The big man didn’t need his own body to look like Alex’s as long as the blonde adonis was willing to share.

And he was.  Nate went hoarse from screaming as Alex worked him over from every angle.  The broad stud’s soft, tiny cock oozed like a leaking faucet while the pretty-boy rode him for what felt like hours.  Nate was on his back with his legs in the air.  He straddled Alex’s tight waist, his muscle-tits bouncing wildly as he rocked back and forth on the other man’s lap.  He was on all fours, Alex riding him like a bull while he bucked and spasmed against the force of the blonde’s thrusting.  It was ecstasy like he’d never experienced before.  Blinded by the blonde’s increasing radiance, the shadow of the old Nate began to fade away entirely.  Against the overpowering tide of bliss the formerly straight jock was almost happy to go, until Brent climbed up onto the bed on all fours next to him.

“What...you want me to multitask?  Fiiiiine,” Alex sighed, slowing his thrusting as he reached over and worked a pair of fingers into the stocky wrestler’s furry hole.  He laughed at Brent’s deep, guttural grunt, jamming the digits in deeper.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” the dark-haired jock whimpered in open-mouthed ecstasy against the mattress, his eyes wide as they met Nate’s.  “Why...why did weeeEEEEE...ever...fuck around with...girls before this…” he groaned.  “Maxie sure di...did us a...favoooOOOHHHH…”

“Right?  Especially you two,” Alex sneered.

“Hey!  When was the last tiiii...time a chick...made you...thi...this hard…” Brent panted defensively.

Alex shrugged.  “Solid point,” he said, giving a rough thrust into Nate’s plump rear.  “Pun intended.”

The big man barely felt it.  His mind was racing as he fought to hold onto the sliver of awareness.  It all made sense.  Maxie had always had weird hobbies, but Nate never truly appreciated how weird until just now.  He remembered the strange tingle he’d felt the first time Alex called him Cherry Blossom, and though he had no idea how, he knew his former fling was responsible for everything that was happening.  She didn’t like Brent any more than she liked Alex or himself, and she’d clearly had enough of their inconsiderate womanizing.

All things considered, given the ecstasy he currently felt, Nate knew she’d been merciful, though gratitude was hard to come by as he saw himself prancing around in his skimpy, cherry-colored new wardrobe.  It was as if his memories, and reality itself, were changing to match his new body.  He somehow knew that when he went back into his room he wouldn’t find his usual boxers, mesh shorts, and t-shirts, but bright, revealing variations on his current theme.  He had slinky crop-tops that draped over his muscle-tits and hung loose off the tight waist they left exposed, while his shorts were as small and clingy as possible to show off his plump mounds and the lace thongs that wedged between them.  Nate wanted to be embarrassed, and he was, but Cherry loved the attention.

Something about the thought of his room and his altered clothing set off an alarm in his brain, and he was suddenly reminded of how he’d felt getting dressed in front of Luke earlier.  The memory hadn’t been replaced yet, and what remained of the old Nate tried to muster the willpower to pull away.  Since his friend had left before things went fully off the rails he’d hoped the other man might have been spared.  If Nate could get away and warn him not to come back, Luke might avoid the trap they’d all fallen into.  Maxie had known how close he was with the dark-skinned stud and she would have viewed him with the same disdain as the rest of them.  They hadn’t interacted much, and while Luke wasn’t as gratuitous in his sleeping around he also didn’t do anything to rein the others in.  Still, Nate thought there might be a sliver of a chance if he could get himself together long enough to send a warning.

“I go away for a few hours and you all do this without me?”  Like so many other times that day, Nate’s hopes withered at the sound of Luke’s voice.  He turned and saw his friend already peeling out of his shirt in the doorway, seeming not at all surprised to find the three of them going at each other.  Far from the shock he should have displayed, his expression was a mask of eager desire as he dropped his jeans and trotted over to the bed, his long cock slowly swaying to life.

“You know Cherry can go for hours...we’re just getting warmed up,” Alex said.

Nate expected, and wanted, Luke to take up the spot in front of him.  He wanted to go to work on the muscled stud’s pole with his achingly empty mouth, but Luke instead draped himself against Alex’s back.  The blonde stud’s pale skin popped against the taller man’s ebony bulk as Alex shivered, his mouth falling open when Luke began grinding his cock against his lower back.  “I know.  But what about you?”

Nate groaned in time with Alex as Luke plunged inside, completing the circuit between the four of them.  He watched as the blonde’s smug expression fell away into a frenzy, the former ladies man now just as desperate for cock as the rest of them.  Nate may have been the only one to change physically, but they were all bearing the brunt of the scorned woman’s fury.

Though as he writhed next to Brent, both of them squirming off Alex while the pretty-boy impaled himself on Luke’s thick rod, Nate started to wonder whether he’d misjudged Maxie all along.  He and Alex were so consumed with each other that it occurred to him this may have been for the best.  During his more insightful moments the brawny jock was aware of the damage the two of them caused, and if Luke and Brent wanted to go along for that ride, they might as well come along for this one.  Now the competitive pair wasn’t hurting anyone, and instead of using people up and discarding them, they sated each others’ ravenous appetites in a way that no one else could.  The four of them had become a happy, horny, self-contained unit.  As embarrassed as he was by his warped body and new position in the world as a curvy, limp-dicked power bottom, Nate had never experienced such primal ecstasy.  It certainly didn’t feel like a punishment.

Luke chimed in on cue.  “Oh, Cherry, I ran into Maxie while I was out.  She gave me a new toy for you and Alex.  This one’s double-ended, so you guys can fuck each other’s brains out at the same time.”

Nate grinned, feeling an odd rush of relief.  The dildo wasn’t a further punishment for them, but something she knew they’d actually enjoy.  The guilt he’d been carrying about how things ended between them vanished, no longer necessary in this new world.  He let what remained of his former self go with it, the formerly straight jock drifting away to a contented murmur in the back of Cherry’s head.  A part of him would always know what happened and remember how things used to be, but he didn’t want to go back.  Not when Cherry was having so much fun.  This wasn’t Maxie’s anger at all; it was tough love, and he’d never be able to repay her for it.  “That’s so...nice of her…” he grunted, his fingers clutching the mattress.  “She always knows...just what...people need.”

Luke smiled at Cherry’s gasping, halting speech, watching the force of his thrusts travel through Alex and into the big man’s rippling cheeks.  “She knew you’d like it.  Nothing but the best for her Cherry Blossom.”