A Big Change: Personal Growth, pt. 2 (Patreon)

“Kent...fuck, man, why didn’t you say something?”  Brad squirmed out of the way as Kent threw himself back down on the couch, shooting Drew a stunned look.

The auburn-haired jock still had his rigid cock in hand while he gawked back and forth between Kent’s bare frame and Brad’s stocky bulk.  Even with the recent revelation, or perhaps because of it, the lean hunk wanted to keep pumping away, but he reluctantly let go.  “So this is why you were acting weird,” Drew said, running a hand along the back of Kent’s increasingly hairy thigh.  His cock throbbed when he felt the blonde stud shiver, and he let the hand linger.  “When did it start?”

Kent took a deep breath, his eyes still glued to the spot on the couch formerly occupied by Brad’s wide pole.  “This morning.  At least that’s when I noticed it.  I guess it probably started last night?  I thought I needed a shave when I woke up, but it started growing back almost immediately.  I tried to tell myself I just did a bad job, so I did it again, and the same thing happened.  That’s when I knew,” Kent sighed.  “Just now…before...before the clothes...my clothes…” he stammered, taking another deep breath.  “I noticed my hair falling out...oh god…” he broke off in a groan, burying his face against the sofa.  He tried to focus on Brad’s warm, solid thigh next to his head, and the way Drew’s stroking fingers sent little darts up his spine.  His friends’ presence was both reassuring and an extra layer of humiliation.  As much as he didn’t want to go through what he knew was coming alone, he also didn’t relish the idea of doing it in front of others.  “How bad is it?  How bald am I?” Kent finally mumbled into the sofa.  The following pause told him all he needed to know.

“It’s...noticeable,” Brad said, running a finger over the growing bare patch spreading out from the back of his friend’s head.  “But it’s not a big deal!  Lots of dudes are bald.  It looks weird now, but once it, uh, settles, it’ll look fine.”

“You mean once it all falls out,” Kent sighed.  He rolled over and lurched upright, his whole body crimson as he lifted a tentative hand and felt the growing bald patch for himself.  While his scalp was losing its hold on what remained of his golden locks, the rest of his body had a much easier time.  The silky patch at the center of his chest continued its inexorable spread, inching its way up towards his shoulders.  The wispy fuzz that acted as a precursor had hardened into a light, wiry dusting up along the ridge of his collarbone and down between the channels of definition that would soon be vanishing from his firm abs.  It was too much to process.  Looking down at his still-tapering frame, Kent couldn’t believe that in a matter of hours it would inflate beyond recognition, and that he’d never cover the beefy, micro-dicked bulk again.  That last thought caught his attention, and he dropped the probing fingers from his scalp to wrap them around his throbbing cock.  “Oh god…” he gasped, his stomach dropping.  Instead of sticking well out of his closed fist the pulsing organ now barely made it past his palm, looking closer to an average six inches than its former eight.  “Oh fuck...oh fuck…it’s actually happening...” Kent panted, his now-furry pecs heaving as he looked with wild eyes at his two friends.  “What...what do I do?”

Brad shot Drew a helpless look before his eyes dropped back to Kent’s smaller cock.  He’d seen the other man’s equipment often enough, especially lately, that even this subtle change was jarring.  The full magnitude of what was coming started to sink in, and he had no idea what to say.  “Don’t...don’t panic, right?  You saw what Billy said.  Everything still works.”

“So what?  Did you see Billy,” Kent cried.  “What the fuck am I gonna do with a dick smaller than my thumb?!”

“Do you...want to take it for a final spin?  While it’s still close to its original size, I mean.”  Drew blushed, a bashful look on his face when the other two turned in his direction, their jaws hanging open.  “What?  I’m just trying to help a dude out.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Brad laughed.  “As if this day wasn’t already weird enough...are you telling me you’ve... “ he trailed off, an eyebrow arched as he eyed his friend.

“No!  Not with a guy,” Drew said, squirming awkwardly under his friends’ piercing eyes.  “Remember Tiff?  She was always trying to get me to ‘experiment.’  Turns out that shit feels real good.”  He gave an embarrassed laugh and shrugged.  “I never said anything to you assholes before ‘cause I knew you’d never let me live it down.  Seems kind of irrelevant now.”

Brad made a tutting sound and shook his head.  “You think you know someone…” he said, slapping the equally-shocked Kent on a furry thigh. The creeping hair had slipped up over his knees and was starting to circle the blonde’s muscled legs like a pair of stockings.  “Fuck it, man.  Hit that shit while the hitting’s good, I guess.”

Kent didn’t know what to say.  A growing part of him desperately wanted to take a crack at Drew’s plump, ample rear, and he was eager for anything that would distract him from his own plight, but at the same time it felt a bit like walking to the gallows.  “I...you’re serious?”

“Absolutely,” Drew grinned and nodded, slipping his underwear free before positioning himself on all fours on the couch.  He wagged his muscled globes in Kent’s direction, his face going a deeper shade of red.  “Honestly?  The way you brag about your skills in bed I, uh, was always a little curious.”

“Hello?  I’m sitting right here,” Brad spat, folding his arms across his chest.  “Should I be offended?”

“We can worry about you later,” Drew said, rolling his eyes as he met Kent’s hungry stare.  “So what’s the word?  Are we doing this?”

Kent swallowed hard, finally noticing the copious fluid leaking out of his aching cock.  He also saw how the oozing member had receded further, the tip now just barely visible at all sticking out of his closed fist.  He didn’t waste any more time.  The balding stud shifted over and draped himself against Drew’s back, a spasm running through him.  He’d never once thought about fucking another guy, but now the sensation of his friend’s sizeable rear pressing against him nearly pushed him over the edge.  Kent did his best not to think about why they were doing this as he forced his slick rod inside, eliciting a loud hiss from the other man.  It was a tight fit as there wasn’t time to loosen anyone up, but after a few slow thrusts his tense friend started to relax.  Kent wasn’t sure if things felt different because of his reduced size or the unfamiliar terrain, though the waves of lust that washed over him were no less intense.  If anything they hit harder than ever, his own ecstatic moans mixing in with Drew’s helpless whimpers.

It was a surreal experience.  With each thrust, Kent was increasingly aware of how his now-hairy chest and stomach felt rubbing against Drew’s smooth back.  The added layer only heightened his ecstasy, and though he’d already cum at least twice he kept pumping, his shrinking cock staying as hard as ever.  A steady stream poured out from between Drew’s battered hole but the balding blonde kept going, wanting to savor every last second.  He’d lost track of how much time had passed, but he could feel himself getting smaller almost by the minute.  To his credit, even after Drew had howled and exploded the lean jock let Kent continue to slam away until the shrinking cock barely felt like it was entering him at all.

“Guess...that’s that…” Kent panted, finally pulling free.  He reached up and felt his mostly-smooth scalp at the same time he looked down, simultaneously discovering both his baldness and tiny new endowment.  He’d done it on purpose, wanting to rip the bandaid off as quickly as he could.  Above, his once-thick, golden hair was now little more than a sparse ring around the edge of his skull, while below, his once-thick cock had been reduced to a stout, three-inch poker.  Kent knew he should be embarrassed, but between the shock and the body buzz from his romp with Drew, all he could do was give a stunned laugh as he tweaked his diminutive new balls and looked over at the caked layer spilling down Drew’s thighs.  “Billy wasn’t kidding.  Little guys dump a hell of a load,” he said, the other hand tracing a finger through the spreading hair coating his abs.  The line was dense and thick in the middle, but already a growing carpet was sprouting on his midsection.  The channels that had filled in between his washboard had spilled over, letting the flooding fur run rampant.  The same went for his chest, which now sported a curly pad that would have tufted out of the necks and sleeves of his shirts, had he still been able to wear them.  “Do I look as weird as I think?”

“It’s like going through puberty again,” Brad shrugged, his eyes blazing with hunger as he stared at Kent.  The thick log he’d been pumping while watching his friend’s go at it looked colossal next to the bald jock’s tiny new nub, but he still licked his lips, fighting the urge to swallow the petite geyser.  “You’re just in that awkward middle phase.”

“Fuckin’ horny enough to be puberty again, that’s for sure,” Kent sighed.  “I hope this mellows out once it all...settles...whoa…” The former blonde wobbled when he forced himself up from the couch, his balance thrown off by the extra weight at his legs.  At some point during his fun with Drew the growth had started, apparently deciding to begin with his lower half.  The jock’s solid thighs had inflated noticeably, pressing together in an unfamiliar way and causing his perky rear to plump considerably.  With the excessive hair that had sprouted on the meaty trunks the formerly chiseled young man looked photoshopped, his tapering torso sitting on a thick, beefy lower body.  “What the fuck?!”  Kent gave another shocked laugh, blushing as he felt his chunky legs and ass shake with each fumbling step.

“Damn bro...that ass is putting mine to shame,” Drew laughed, giving Kent’s furry globes a loud slap.  The hair that coated his thighs had begun to pepper the fleshy cakes, reaching the middle just as the flaxen shoots crested the shoulders above and began waterfalling down the inflating hunk’s back.  “Are you...okay?  Like, does it hurt,” Drew asked, pulling his hand away when it occurred to him that his friend might be in pain.

Kent shook his head, his eyes going wide when he reached down and palmed his new bulk.  “No, not at all.  This is so weird...I can barely feel anything happening,” he said, his tone flat as he looked at his missing definition.  “Real glad I spent all that time in the gym.”

“Nah, dude, you’re going to be a fuckin’ beast,” Brad said, hopping up and giving both cheeks a squeeze.  “The muscle’s still there.”

Kent gasped, proving Brad’s point when he reflexively tensed against the other man’s hand.  He was hit with a strange urge to throw the meaty pillows back but he stopped himself.  He didn’t think he’d be able to do so a second time.  With all the changes happening his body was on overdrive, but even accounting for that, Brad’s cock was a beacon he’d only be able to ignore for so long, and Kent wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or further horrified when it occurred to him that he was no longer thinking about how he’d use his tiny cock at all.  “Wonder what’ll go next,” the bottom-heavy jock stammered as his stocky friend circled around to face him.

“Can’t wait to find out,” Brad purred, his rugged palms reaching up to slip through the amber forest on Kent’s chest.  “I mean it, dude.  I’m not just saying it to make you feel better...you’re going to be so, so hot when this is all over.”  It was the dark-haired man’s turn to blush when the other two gave him a surprised look.  Up until now they’d tried to maintain the illusion that their odd behavior over the preceding days was nothing but a physical compulsion, not something they truly enjoyed.  But even more so than Drew offering up his muscled bubble, Brad had just shattered that illusion.

Kent responded the only way he could.  Without saying anything he leaned in and pressed his lips against Brad’s, giving himself fully over to whatever changes happened next.  At the moment, he didn’t care.  All that mattered was the stocky ball of muscle writhing in his arms.  When Drew joined them a few moments later, kissing his way down Kent’s neck and along a hairy shoulder, everything started to feel right.  As they spent the rest of the day locked in each others’ arms, the former blonde didn’t feel like a freak who’d been cursed; he felt like he was being reborn.  He was shedding his former self while a new, better version grew in its place.  Instead of dreading the fact that he was going through these changes in front of his friends he loved that they could explore them together.  There were no cries of horror when his ripped washboard vanished and his tight midsection ballooned outward into a beachball muscle gut, only lustful moans as Brad and Drew worked their mouths across it.  The same went for his chest when the sculpted pecs inflated into a set of plump, furry muscle tits.  All Kent could do was howl in ecstasy while his friends clutched handfuls of his furry back and sucked on his enlarged nipples like nursing infants.  When his chiseled arms gave way and thickened into a set of beefy logs, Kent felt a surge of power at the sight of his comparatively small friends nestled in their grip.  And when the sharp features of his face began to soften slightly and fill out to match the rest of him, he only thought that it made sense.  His old face belonged to someone else.  It could never twist and light up with bliss the way his new one did when Brad finally entered him for the first time.  His old mouth could never work Drew the way his new one did, and all his hair would have done was make a mess when his friends came, a problem that his slick, bald scalp didn’t have.

Which isn’t to say that Kent had fully accepted his new position in life.  By the following morning he was already growing to appreciate the unique sensations his altered body brought him, as well as the joy of waking up in a tangle between his two friends.  But the fine details still needed to be processed.  Though the experience of becoming the very thing he’d always dreaded hadn’t been nearly as bad as he’d expected, there was still the matter of his permanent exposure.  Being naked around Brad and Drew was one thing, but Kent knew that at some point he’d have to leave their apartment.  After forcing themselves out of bed and into the shower, the inflated wall of muscle had learned the hard way that his body still had its strange new effect on anything that tried to cover it.  He’d wrapped a towel around his expanded waist out of habit, only to have the damp cotton dissolve moments later.  They’d gone to his room afterwards to experiment, watching with a mixture of shock and delight as Kent dissolved one ill-fitting article of clothing after another.

“I guess this is just how things are for now,” the burly hulk finally said, watching yet another of his straining t-shirts vanish into dust.  He looked down at his expansive new bulk, surprised by how normal the sight of his rigid little cock already seemed.

“Lucky us,” Brad grinned, stepping forward to plant another kiss as he reached down and palmed Kent’s tiny package.  It was as if the former blonde’s transformation had flipped a switch in the stocky jock’s brain, unleashing an eager, uninhibited streak.  The same could be said for Drew, though he was still at least trying to act casual.

The lean man rolled his eyes when Brad threw himself at Kent and looked at what remained of his friend’s wardrobe.  “I’ll take some of this stuff, man.  It should fit me pretty well.  At least it won’t go to waste.”

Brad broke off the kiss and shot his friend a dirty look.  “What happened to solidarity?”

“You just want me naked,” Drew laughed.

“Well, yeah,” Brad said, giving his best sultry expression while flexing his prominent pecs.  “Don’t you?”  He grinned when Drew’s long hose twitched and hardened in his direction, loving the crimson sheen that flowed up the other man’s bashful face.  “Come on….say it.”

“Fine.  Yes,” Drew sighed.  “You’re both fuckin’ hot.”  He shook his head and ran a hand through  his auburn hair with an exasperated expression.  “And I thought what happened to Kent would be the weirdest thing…”

“Was that someone else I watched getting fucked senseless yesterday,” Brad asked, twirling a finger through Kent’s ample chest hair while he spoke.  The bigger man shivered, his tiny cock starting to ooze already.  “Face it, dude.  We’re living in a whole new world.”

Drew looked back and forth between his friends, still trying to fight the urge to scamper over and join them.  “I know, it’s just...what do we do now?”

Kent was surprised to find himself with the answer.  Less than twenty four hours ago he’d been mortified, filled with terror over what the future held.  Now, other than a little embarrassment that was more of an exhibitionist thrill than anything, the furry hulk looked forward to it.  “Long term?  Fuck if I know,” Kent said, stepping over and throwing a meaty arm around Drew.  He reached down and squeezed his friend’s thick, solid bubble, digging his tiny cock into the other man’s side.  “Right now, though?  I’ve got some ideas.”  He leaned in for another kiss, motioning for Brad to join them.