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Ben took an involuntary step back, his brawny arm flexing as he raised a defensive hand.  The blonde’s square, stubble-covered jaw hung open, his eyes wide.  “You actually watched it?!”

“Of course I did.  Curses aren’t a real thing, bro,” Cooper laughed.  He shrugged and motioned to his athletic, boxer-clad frame, giving the hefty lump beneath the thin fabric a squeeze.  “See?  Still in one piece.  I’ve watched it a bunch’a times now...gonna watch it again, too,” the copper-haired jock said.  “You’re missin’ out.”

Ben shook his head and folded his arms beneath the furry shelf that was his chest.  The wide-legged stance accentuated his broad shoulders, prominent muscle gut and meaty thighs, his ragged gym shorts looking small on his strapping frame.  “Noooope.  Uh-uh.  Plenty of porn on the internet...don’t need to watch a cursed video.”  His rugged features took on a stern expression as he raised an eyebrow and looked his roommate up and down.  “It’s also more than a little fucked up that you’re watching that shit in the first place, curse or not.  From what I hear that wasn’t staged...she really didn’t know she was being filmed.  That’s not okay, man.”

Cooper let out a slow breath, his hand drifting up from the front of his boxers to absently scratch at his smooth abs.  “You wouldn’t say that if you’d seen it.  Fuck.  The real crime is her keeping a body like that under wraps.  The tits on that chick are…”

“You’re a creep, I get it,” Ben interrupted with a groan.  “Just keep that shit to yourself.  I don’t want her thinking I had anything to do with it.”

“Seriously, what’s the big deal?  She was in the showers at the gym...she was already in public...it’s not like someone snuck into her house or something,” Cooper said, adopting his friend’s stance.  His leanly muscled build was nowhere near as large as Ben’s, but his sharp features were every bit as stern while he returned the other man’s judgemental glare.

“So you wouldn’t care if someone posted a video of you in the locker room?”

“It’s flattering!  Someone thought she was hot.  It had to be another chick doing the filming anyway...that makes it better, right,” Cooper said, a statement more than a question.  “It’s just a harmleeehhheeeyy!”  The thinner man yelped when Ben suddenly darted forward.  With a speed that was all the more surprising given his size, the brawny blonde had Cooper’s boxers around his ankles in a flash.  He slammed a broad shoulder into his friend, sending him sprawling onto the kitchen floor as the surprised jock tripped over the fabric pooled around his feet.  “What the fuck, dude,” Cooper cried, breaking out in goosebumps from the sensation of the cool tile on his bare backside.  He couldn’t fight back a flood of crimson when he looked up and saw Ben standing with his stolen boxers in one hand and his phone in the other, filming his naked frame as he lay in a daze.

“What’s the big deal,” Ben laughed.  “You’re hot...and I’m another dude filming you...don’t you feel flattered?”

“We’re not in public, asshole,” Cooper grumbled.  He felt like he should cover his girthy hose and heavy balls, but he didn’t want to give Ben the satisfaction.  His friend had seen him naked enough over the years, and he didn’t think the other man would actually post the video, so he let his package swing in the open as he climbed back to his feet.  “You also just stole my shorts!  It’s not the same thing,” he spat, lunging for his purloined underwear.  Ben snatched them away in time, circling around to get a shot of his friend’s perky rear.  “Dude, I know you’re not actually gonna post that,” Cooper sighed, deciding to call his friend’s bluff.  “If you wanted something for your personal use, you could’a just asked.”  He pursed his lips for the camera, slowly running a hand down the center of his ripped washboard before wrapping it around his swaying hose and giving a few pumps.  He’d expected Ben to become uncomfortable and drop the charade immediately, but Cooper quickly found himself clutching his rigid pole for the camera.  His heart started racing as he wondered if he’d just made an embarrassing miscalculation, but his friend finally relented.

“Ugh...put it away,” Ben said, lowering the camera and averting his eyes.  “No wonder you don’t have a problem watching the video.”

“What do I have to hide,” Cooper asked with a smug grin.  He ran a hand through his short, rust-colored hair before flexing the chiseled arm, the other still reaching down to grip his thick seven inches.

“Apparently not a sense of shame,” Ben sighed.  He held out his friend’s stolen boxers but Cooper shook his head.

“Nah, you can keep ‘em.  Since you got me all worked up I think I’ll go give it a watch now,” he winked, batting his rigid club against the other man as he passed.  “Wanna join?”  Cooper laughed and gave Ben a view of his perky cheeks while he casually sauntered down the hall.  He still didn’t understand why his friend was being so uptight about a dumb video on the internet.  A part of him did feel a little guilty if the woman really didn’t know she was being filmed, but the video was already out there and people were already watching it, so he didn’t see how his actions were making anything worse.  He told himself it was fine since he wasn’t the one who filmed or posted it, and there was nothing wrong with appreciating someone’s beauty.  He certainly didn’t believe any of the rumors about the supposed curse.  Given how many times it had been viewed the virile young man figured there would be more than just hearsay floating around if something had actually happened to that many people.

“People need to get a grip,” he muttered to himself, giving his rigid pole a few tugs as he settled onto his bed and brought the video up on his laptop.  “Hey babe,” he sighed, his cock aching at the sight of the naked beauty in the gym showers.  Despite this being the thirteenth time he’d watched it, Cooper throbbed just as hard at the woman’s oversized chest, tight waist, and thick, curvy bottom.  There was nothing inherently sexual in her actions, she was just showering at the gym the way he’d done countless times himself over the years, but the young jock’s imagination was all too happy to fill in the blanks.  His cock began to steadily ooze as he objectified and fantasized in an increasingly degrading array of scenarios, from passing her around amongst the guys to thinking that she knew, and enjoyed, every second of being filmed.  He began to picture her going around naked in all aspects of her life, flaunting the body that teased everyone with its potential.  “Fuckin’ put those tits to use...wanna show ‘em off I’d make sure everyone saw ‘em…” he muttered, getting ready to climax just as the video was drawing to a close.

This time it didn’t stop, though the video had reached the end of its playtime.  The red bar at the bottom stretched from one side of the screen to the other, but she kept showering.  Cooper gave a short laugh and kept pumping, licking his lips as the woman’s hands drifted up and lingered at her chest.  Her back was turned in this scene, and the droopy-eyed jock was fixed on her glistening rear as always, until a sudden flash of movement drew his attention upward.  It only lasted for an instant, but Cooper was sure he’d seen her head rotate like an owl’s on her slender neck, her eyes blazing as she glared at him.  By the time he blinked she’d returned to her former pose, back turned, hand on her chest.

“The fuck...is this some joke version someone posted…” Cooper mumbled, his heart racing.  He reached for his laptop to shut the video off, but his hand only made it a few inches before everything went wrong.

When the woman turned to face the camera, Cooper found himself looking at his own face.  The video lost focus for a moment, and when it returned the stunned jock was staring at his own body.  Or at least an approximation of it.  He had his broad shoulders, strong arms, ripped abs, and leanly-muscled legs, but where his sculpted pecs should have been were the woman’s supple, heaping breasts.  And though he watched himself gasp and moan as he kneaded them, the long cock that should have been rock hard hung limp and lifeless in a shower that didn’t belong to a gym, but the one in the home he and Ben shared.

“What the fuuuuuuuuhhhh…!”  Cooper broke off in a yelp when his aching cock suddenly went limp in his hand.  He shot upright, letting out a gasp as his chest seemed to continue the motion when he stopped short.  There was a pulling sensation of pressure, and all Cooper could do was stare as his chiseled pecs inflated, softened, and shot outward.  “Fuck!  Fuck!  What happened to mmmmiiIIIEEEE!”

The stunned stud spasmed and fell back onto the bed as soon as he clutched the unwanted additions, feeling like he’d touched a live wire.  It was so overwhelming that he was huffing and groping himself for minutes before he could bring himself to stop.  He’d never been more turned on in his life.

“Oh god...oh god...come on buddy...don’t do this,” he begged, momentarily forgetting about his heaping new chest as he tugged on the limp cock.  There were still vague suggestions of pleasure as he fondled his heavy balls and tried to stroke the sleeping banana back to some semblance of life, but they were easily outshadowed by the darts of pleasure brought on by even the slight bouncing of his pillowy tits.  “This can’t be real.  I’m just dreaming.  I came and fell asleep...this is all just a nightmare…” he stammered, his crimson face going pale as he looked around the room.

The discarded piles of clothes on the floor that should have been baggy gym shorts, boxers, and t-shirts were now bras, crop-tops, tiny shorts and little briefs; all of it designed to accentuate and flaunt the very attributes Cooper was already desperate to hide.  He was mortified at the thought of himself wearing any of it, let alone leaving his room where other people could see him in his current state.  “This...no...no...this isn’t happening,” he said to himself, hoping that if he forced his voice to remain calm it would cause his body to follow.  When that didn’t work he tore through his dresser and closet, desperate to find any piece of his former wardrobe but only coming up with more of the same revealing new garments.  Making it all worse were the memories that began pouring in of him wearing each of them.  Holding a pink bra in his hand, Cooper suddenly remembered the day he bought it, and how he’d just been strutting around the house in it last week.  He let out a low groan when the memory unfolded, revealing the matching bikini bottoms that bulged around his lifeless hose while he writhed out a lapdance for Ben while Kev and Flint watched and waited for their turn.

“Oh...oh fuck no...that...I wouldn’t…” Cooper stammered, his supple new chest heaving.  He looked down when a shudder ran through him and discovered that he’d absently started toying with his inflated tits at the foreign memory.  His long hose remained stubbornly limp despite the surprising lust surging through him, but Cooper didn’t have a chance to think about what it all meant.

“Couldn’t wait for me to get started, huh,” Ben laughed from the door.  His eyes were fixed on Cooper’s naked frame as the warped man pawed at himself, an obvious, twitching lump pressing against the front of his shorts.  He looked around at the disheveled room and the piles of clothes on the floor, raising an eyebrow.  “The hell happened in here?  You don’t have to put on something sexy everytime, Bunny.  That shit’s built in.”

Cooper gasped, his knees going weak when Ben stepped forward and grabbed each of his sensitive new mounds.  The volcanic lust almost made him miss his new nickname, along with the knowledge of where it came from.  Ben loved the way his perky ass and huge tits bounced when they fucked.  All the guys did, but only the brawny blonde called him that.  After all, they’d been friends the longest, now friends with benefits, Cooper realized, and he wasn’t Ben’s bro, anymore.  He was the big man’s cute, bouncing little Bunny.

Cooper learned where the rest of the name came from before he even realized it.  His hand was already down Ben’s shorts, kneading the other man’s girthy rod to it’s full, impressive size.  The dazed, top-heavy hunk was surprised at how natural it’s warm rigidity felt in his hand, and how much he enjoyed toying with the softer, heavy balls underneath.  When the fat club started oozing he dropped to his knees, tugging Ben’s shorts free and wrapping his lips around the blonde’s carrot with a reflexive ease.  His hands shot to his chest as he knelt, toying with the terrifying tits while his friend’s fingers stroked through his hair and he bobbed his head back and forth.  The taste, the feel of his friend against his tongue, the view of the other man’s ample muscle towering over him; none of it stood out as odd, a fact that made Cooper’s stomach sink even as it tried to flutter back upwards.  He was screaming at himself to stop, until it occurred to him that he wasn’t “himself” anymore at all, but two different people with very different lives.

There was an increasingly small Cooper that was still a smug, straight stud with a set of toned pecs and wrought iron cock, but that person was being quickly overwritten by the new Cooper, a lusty, limp-dicked hunk with better tits and a tighter ass than any girl his boys would ever want to mess around with, willing to go farther and do things those ladies would never dream of.

That uninhibited desire was on full display as he slurped his mouth free, batting his desperate eyes up at Ben.  “Uuhhnn...baby...I need this big boy inside,” he whined, nuzzling the slick organ.  The tone of his voice still sounded like it belonged to a sculpted jock, but the words were a porno parody, a caricature of the women he used to fantasize about.

“And what do we say,” Ben asked, his voice dripping with condescension as he batted his cock against Cooper’s face.

“Pleeeeeaaaaase,” Cooper begged, feeling nauseous at the way both his chest and soft snake sagged and swayed when he shot up onto his bed on all fours.  He wagged his perky bubble in Ben’s direction, pouting until the blonde finally followed.  “HHOOUUUHH!” Cooper arched his back and howled when his friend spread his cheeks and bent down, burying his face between them.  The sensation of the other man’s warm tongue pressing against his confusingly eager hole, his stubble-covered cheeks scratching against the sensitive crevice, made him see stars.  His arms shook and he struggled to hold himself upright, a series of groans and whimpers falling out of his gaping mouth.  “Fuuhh...fuck yes daddy...ea...eat that pussy…” he whined, not sure if he was more horrified at calling his friend “daddy” or referring to his ass as his “pussy.”

He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the blonde was even rimming him in the first place when Ben finally pulled his face away.  Without saying a word he slid into position and wrapped his arms around the lean man’s waist, thrusting inside and pulling him upright at the same time.  There was a moment of silence as the penetrated jock’s eyes went wide, his hands clutching Ben’s as they cupped his tits, his addled brain pushed over the edge by the sudden joy rocketing up his spine.

And then the wailing started.  Cooper was like a siren, his doppler screams rising and falling as he writhed against the wall of muscle behind him.  Each of Ben’s pummeling jabs was a blow to the fortress of his ego until barely anything of the smug stud remained.  Cooper melted.  The warped hunk felt like his body was losing cohesion with each thrust and squeeze, reducing him to a grunting pile of formless bliss.  There were no supple, bouncing tits or a limp hose.  There were no slamming cheeks or any rigid clubs slipping between them.  There wasn’t even a sense of self.  The Cooper that should have been, the straight, smug stud with a set of sculpted pecs and a rock hard cock, melted away with the rest of him, and the remaining kernel of awareness knew that most of it wouldn’t be coming back.  That life was gone for good, replaced by something terribly, wonderfully new.  Writhing in Ben’s grip, Cooper’s ecstasy was heightened by the growing sense of purpose that began to drape itself over the blown fuses of his addled mind.  This uninhibited desperation, the gutural whimpers and frenzied wails, weren’t things to be dreaded; they were the things that made him who he was.  His juicy pillows and long, limp dick were meant to be seen and enjoyed by all.  With tits like his, it would be a crime to keep them under wraps.

“FFFFFuuuuuu….fuuuuuuckkk…” Cooper moaned.  The sound originated both from Ben’s deep thrusts and the lingering stab of horror he felt at that last thought.  Despite its reduced role his old self would always be a small knot in his stomach, a constant, vague awareness that he shouldn’t be strutting around with a pair of heaping breasts always on display, that his friends and former peers shouldn’t be passing him around like a piece of meat - that he shouldn’t be enjoying all of it nearly as much as he was.

“What do you...think we’re...doing...gorgeous…” Ben grunted, his condescending tones sending a fresh shiver through the other man.  “What?  Not...good enough...for you?”

Cooper clutched the hands currently tweaking his inflated nipples and threw his ass back with renewed vigor.  He was still too overwhelmed by the magnified sensations to sputter more than a few words.  “It’s ggrruuuu...great…” he whined.  The kneading mitts on his chest were the main source of his pleasure, and while he also loved the rhythmic way his beefy friend was rolling his hips, Cooper was hit with an altogether different craving.  Feeling a fresh rush of dread at the way the heaping mounds shifted and settled, the warped hunk slipped off his friend’s cock and rolled over, the sensation of his limp, leaking cock draping against a thigh only furthering his horror.  “MMMMnnhhh…” he whined, writhing and groping the inflated tits, his lips pursed in an exaggerated mask of ecstasy.  “Com...come on baby...give it to me...” he purred, unable to stop the humiliating pleas from worming their way out.

Ben didn’t need any further encouragement.  He climbed up and straddled his friend’s trim frame, thrusting his fat log between the cresting mounds while his hands found their way to Cooper’s lightning rod nipples.  Like working a pair of joysticks, the brawny blonde thumbed the nubby tips as he pressed Cooper’s new breasts together and pumped his cock between them.  “There she is,” he grunted, a smug grin on his face as he watched the pinned man explode into a frenzy.

Cooper heard his wailing grunts from a distance.  He could feel himself thrashing against Ben’s muscled frame as it held him down, his hands clutching the other man’s meaty cheeks so hard he’d leave bruises, but it was all dreamy and far away.  His bliss had become transcendent, distilled nirvana, pushing him to the point where even the shredded remains of his former self no longer cared what it took to get there, as long as he could experience this again.  And again.  As often as he could, with whoever he could, Cooper’s driving impulse in life was now focused on achieving this state.  Watching Ben’s oozing head thrust towards his face, only to withdraw and then reappear, while his yielding new chest was puddy in the other man’s gorgeously calloused, perfect hands, was as close to heaven as Cooper thought he’d ever get.  His lifeless cock was running like a faucet, a steady, continuous release instead of the quick spurts he was used to, the prolonged pleasure more than making up for any lack of rigidity.  If he wanted a hard cock to play with he knew there were more than enough to go around, and he was eager to have them all.  When Ben’s churning balls finally let loose and exploded all over Cooper’s whimpering face, the copper-headed hunk caught as much of it in his mouth as he could before smearing the rest across his handsome features like it was moisturizer.  Normally he was quick to compose himself once the deed was done, but Cooper drifted in a daze for what felt like hours.  Ben shifted off his torso and sprawled out in bed next to him, absently running one of his big hands along his friend’s abs while the shell-shocked man caught his breath.

“You still with me,” Ben finally asked, giving a short laugh at Cooper’s lingering, wide-eyed expression.

“Uh...Uh-huh…” The lean former-stud swallowed hard and nodded.  “Fuuuuuuck that feels so good,” he sighed, the tiny sparks of embarrassment returning as he felt the cum drying on his face and chest, as well as the puddle dripping down his thigh onto the bed.  His stomach fluttered when Ben gave him a quick peck on the cheek and tousled his hair.

“Gonna ruin all other chicks for me, babe,” the brawny jock sighed, slipping his meaty arm under Cooper’s head so his friend could nestle close.  “None of them get nearly as excited as you do.”

Cooper registered the “other chicks” comment but couldn’t respond to it.  Instead he swelled at the compliment, loving how it felt to be cuddled against the bigger man.  “Yeah, well, THIS bar has set THE bar pretty high,” Cooper purred, reaching down to give his friend’s girthy rod a squeeze.  “No one fucks these titties the way my Benjy Bear does.”  His old self was mortified at the words leaving his mouth, but Cooper still relished the bashful, crimson sheen that spread up the blonde’s face.

“You know I hate that name,” Ben grumbled, smiling despite himself.

“You know I love making you blush,” Cooper responded, giving the other man a quick kiss.  It all felt as natural as their previous friendship, and when the altered man reluctantly sat up a few moments later he had to remind himself that the heavy swaying at his chest was all wrong.  “I’m going to go get cleaned up,” he said, fighting the urge to throw himself back on top of Ben as he looked down at his friend’s naked frame stretched out on the bed.  “Wanna join?  Or do you just want to take another video?”