Fir Hollow, ch. 19: Slippery When Wet (Patreon)

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“Okay...let’s just...everyone be calm…” Cayden swallowed hard, his heart racing as he looked at his two friends.  He kept blinking, as if the act would somehow cause Jeremy’s shirt to resume its former position or Bryce’s shorts to slide back up his hairy legs.  He didn’t even know how either had come off in the first place.  They were spending the evening at Bryce’s house after a day of hiking and swimming up in the mountains, fully clothed and grilling hamburgers in the tanned blonde’s backyard, when things began to change.  It started with Jeremy’s tight t-shirt vanishing off his torso and appearing on the ground instead, leaving the dark-skinned man’s lean, ebony torso on display in the fading sunlight.  No one had seen him move, and Jeremy himself claimed that he hadn’t done anything to take off the shirt, yet there it sat.  The sky-blue fabric popped against the green grass until Jeremy finally picked it up and put it back on, only for the process to repeat itself seconds later.  A pair of further attempts yielded the same result, but before Jeremy could go for a third their attention shifted to Bryce.

Like his friend, the shocked blonde had been fully clothed one second, only to find his baggy cargo shorts missing the next.  Though the affected clothing was different the overall experience was the same, with none of them having seen Bryce move and with the flustered man insisting that he hadn’t taken them off.  It was as if they’d decided to give up and move on, leaving Bryce’s stuffed red boxer-briefs and toned thighs to fend for themselves.  The blushing blonde had quickly tried to put the shorts back on and had gone so far as to continuously clutch them, but despite his death-grip they refused to stay in place.

Now, Cayden’s olive-hued skin went pale as he watched his friends’ futile attempts at dressing themselves.  Try as they might, Jeremy’s wiry torso refused to stay covered, and Bryce was continuously left with nothing but his tank-top, bulging underwear, and sandals.  The dark-haired man was trying to keep from panicking, but he had a sinking feeling in his stomach about what was coming.  He’d had it ever since they’d left the secluded spring earlier that afternoon.  He’d heard the stories about the place, and its supposed fey folk guardians, but it was too good to pass up on a hot day.  Though, looking back, he now realized he may have gone too far when he’d purposely knocked over the carefully arranged piles of stones that lined the pool’s edge.  He’d done it on a whim, to show the others that he wasn’t afraid of folk tales, and he’d been trying to convince himself of that last part ever since.  He’d had a constant sensation of being watched, and he kept thinking that he could hear quiet, whispering voices just out of earshot.

On cue, a sudden breeze wafted through the wiry dusting of hair that coated Cayden’s torso.  “Fuck!” he yelped, instinctively wrapping his toned arms around himself as he looked at the small pile of black fabric that was his shirt on the ground.  Unlike his friends he didn’t bother to try and put the t-shirt back on but instead scampered a few steps away from the other two as if they were contagious.  “What the hell is this?!”

“I don’t know!  They just won’t stay on!”  Bryce kicked the wadded shorts at his feet, his frustration gradually overtaking his embarrassment.  He was more grateful than ever that his yard butted up against a small thicket, leaving them mostly obscured from the prying eyes of any neighbors.  Being relatively fit young men in their mid-twenties no one in the group was overly shy about their bodies, especially around each other, but they preferred to have a say regarding how and when they exposed themselves.

“You don’t think this is because of…”

“Dude, don’t start with that again,” Cayden barked, interrupting Jeremy.  “It’s just a swimming hole.  It’s actually the NICEST swimming hole around here.  Come on!  You saw that place.  It’s fucking gorgeous up there.  The pine trees?  A sandy bank instead of having to step on a bunch’a sharp rocks?  All those boulders to stretch out on?  And how many others come with their own waterfall?  I thought the whole point of today was to go and get away from people?  We had the whole place to ourselves!”

“Yeah, ‘cause everyone else knows better,” Jeremy said, stepping forward so he could glare down at his dark-haired friend.  At an even six-feet he was in the middle as far as height was concerned, with Bryce standing a few inches above him and Cayden a few inches below.  “I didn’t realize it was THAT swimming hole until we’d already gotten in.  Bad enough you didn’t tell us what we were messing with in the first place, but you just haaaad to knock all those cairns over.”

Cayden shook his head and brushed past his friend.  “Do you hear yourself right now?  They’re just stacks of rocks, man.  Which, I might add, means other people clearly DO go out there since someone had to pile them up in the first place!”

“Or someTHING,” Bryce interjected, his tone serious.  “My grandma used to tell me stories about faerie pools and forest spirits when I was little.  She said they usually keep to themselves, unless you go giving them a reason to do otherwise like knocking their shit over,” he spat.

“We’ve all heard the stories.  Everyone around here has!  You can’t walk ten feet in this town without passing something that’s either haunted, cursed, or otherwise fucked.  But that doesn’t make any of it real!  Get a grip,” Cayden said, rubbing his face in frustration.  “The only faeries I see right now are you...two…” He trailed off when a matching breeze began brushing against his lower half.  With his hands raised to his face, he inadvertently accentuated the way his compact torso tapered at the small black briefs before curving outward at his sizable rear and stocky thighs.  He looked down at the discarded shorts next to his t-shirt and back up at his friends, his eyes wide.

“Shit!  Jeremy’s right, man!  Look at you!  Look at us!  You need to fix…” The tall blonde broke off in a gasp when his tank-top disappeared from his upper body and reappeared at his feet.

“Fuck this...I’m outta here,” Jeremy muttered as he turned to run.  He stopped when he felt his bare thighs rub together after only a few yards, his shorts having appeared on the ground by his shirt.  “Christ!  What the fuck did you get us into this time,” he growled, looking sheepish in his grey briefs as he awkwardly walked back to his friends.

“I didn’t get you into anything!  Guys, seriously...you don’t really think some faeries are making our clothes fall off, do you?  There has to be an explanation.  A real explanation, I mean.”  Cayden was trying to convince himself more than the others, but it wasn’t working.  “Can we at least go inside so people don’t...uh...Bryce?  What’re you doing?”

“What?  What do you...oh…” Bryce gave a short, surprised laugh when he looked down and saw himself absently rubbing at a modest pec, his cock obviously hardening in his boxer-briefs.  “Huh,” was all he said, a confused expression on his long face as he kept at it.

“You think you can maybe hold off on that for a minute,” Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched the tanned blonde grope himself.  He was surprisingly interested in the display, noting for the first time how good Bryce looked with his ruggedly natural build.  The tall man’s muscle didn’t come from a gym but from the hours spent at the mill, and Jeremy had the strange realization that he was turned on by the sight.

Bryce shrugged.  “Why,” he asked, as if it was his friend’s request that was odd, not his own behavior.  His look of confusion grew deeper, and he opened his mouth several times in attempted, failed speech before giving up altogether.  Instead of stopping, his other hand drifted south and began kneading the tented underwear.

“Dude!  Knock it...knock it...off…?”  Cayden let out another gasp when he felt his own arm moving.  He held off looking down for as long as he could, which gave him the chance to question his eyes twice when he first saw Jeremy massaging his rigid cock through his underwear before seeing himself do the same.  “Guys...what’re we doing,” he finally croaked.  “Why can’t I stop?”

“Why would you?”  Jeremy seemed as surprised to hear the words leaving his mouth as everyone else.  He tried to recover, but it only made things worse.  “I mean...it feels good, right?  And you two are turnin’ me on real hard right now.”  His eyes went wide and he looked at the other two as if they could somehow catch him from falling deeper down the confusing hole.

Instead, Bryce kicked him into the abyss.  “Mmmmm…” Jeremy and Cayden turned at the blonde’s deep sigh to find Bryce now fully naked as he stroked his rigid seven inches.  “Oh fuck it feels so much better to be out of those clothes,” he said, shaking his bare flesh like a wet dog.

There was a long pause as the other two watched and waited for their turn with a mix of dread and confusing excitement.  Their senses were on overload, seemingly hyper aware and seeking out whatever stimulation they could find to process through the eager, lustful new filter.  All around them the nightly chorus of crickets was chirping to cacophonous life, the smell of burning meat filling the air as the forgotten burgers continued their transition to charcoal.  The last rays of the sun had long since faded, replaced by the warm, yellow glow of Bryce’s patio lights while stars winked into existence above them.  The grass was soft beneath their feet, their shoes and socks having vanished at some point, and it took all of Cayden’s willpower not to throw himself onto the emerald carpet and peel out of his underwear before it could disappear on its own.  As he looked over at Jeremy, whose eyes were fixed on Bryce’s dazed smile, it seemed like the dark-skinned man wanted to throw himself in another direction entirely.

“Wait...Bryce…” Jeremy’s voice was like a shotgun shattering the summer evening.  “Look at yourself, man.  You’re tan.  ALL of you.  Why don’t you have any tanlines?”

Bryce cocked his head, confused by the question.  “Why would I?”

Jeremy didn’t know how to answer.  “I...you...your clothes…” The words came out garbled, resisting the attempt at being strung together.  It quickly became a moot point when Jeremy’s briefs showed up on the ground moments later, giving him unrestricted access to the oozing pole that wagged in the blonde’s direction.  “Oh!  Whoa...you were right…” he said with a drunken laugh as he tugged on his low, heavy balls.  “This feels way better!”  Jeremy walked over to Bryce, the same dazed grin on his face while he playfully batted their cocks together, and began pawing at the naked man’s chest.

Cayden let out a whimper, unsure if he was jealous or horrified.  He thought he could hear voices mingled with the rhythmic buzzsaw of the crickets, and he kept catching glimpses of ethereal movement in the trees behind his friends.  At first he thought they were simply the shadows of trees or shrubs, but there was no denying the humanoid shape in the ghostly, illuminated outlines.  They were lithe, slender figures, twirling and dancing between the trees as they watched from a distance.

The ephemeral audience added to the embarrassment when his own briefs finally vanished and he began tugging on the stout cock that sprung free, though the wave of relief that washed over him at being fully nude threatened to obliterate the bit of awareness he clung to.  He’d seen his friends’ reactions but he hadn’t anticipated how visceral an experience it would be.  Just the thought of covering up was painful, and as he looked down at himself, Cayden noticed the same, uninterrupted tan lurking beneath his wiry dusting.

It didn’t make sense, but for some reason he wasn’t surprised by the sight as he stumbled over to his friends.  Bryce and Jeremy were locked in a passionate kiss, and while Cayden wanted to join them, he found an alternate use for his mouth instead.  Without a bit of hesitation he dropped to his knees and slurped Jeremy’s lengthy rod into his mouth, working Bryce’s with his hand while he began bobbing his head back and forth.  A part of him was stunned by the uncharacteristic action and screamed at him to stop, but that part was drowned out by the increasingly recognizable speech buzzing out of the crickets’ din.  Whether they actually spoke, or his addled mind just interpreted it that way, a lilting rhyme filled his thoughts:

Mean mean men messed up our rocks,

Let them instead mess with cocks.

Came to our pool to have some fun,

Now their bodies greet the sun.

Want to be free from the hustle and bustle,

Watch them grow thick and strong with muscle.

Don’t be scared, no need to cry,

Never a worry, no longer shy.

Do what you want, go have a ball,

Eager to be seen, and enjoyed by all.

Cayden groaned, his horror fading by the rhyme’s end.  He tried to muster at least a shred of anxiety to prove the fey voices wrong, but all he found was a giddy well of eager lust.  Even when his body started tingling and he watched his kneeling frame begin to bloat, all he could do was grin around Jeremy’s increasingly delicious cock.  His modest pecs inflated, puffing into a burly slab that sat on his swelling muscle gut like a shelf.  Everything began to rub together as his arms tripled in size, his shoulders swallowing his neck and crowding his head, while his already plump cheeks and meaty thighs became like tree-trunks.  His build had been naturally athletic before, but now he looked like a beefy little powerlifter as his stocky frame struggled to contain the excessive new mass.

His taller friends were having an easier time accommodating the additional mass, and when Cayden finally raised his eyes he found himself looking at a pair of overly-muscled strangers.  Bryce’s formerly fit, rugged frame was now a bulging, sculpted mountain of striated muscle.  His chiseled pecs were heaping, his washboard abs tapering, and his gravity defying globes as hard as they were round, while his formerly toned arms had become as big as his thighs used to be, and his thighs as big as his former waist.  The blonde’s shredded physique was covered in rock hard definition from head to toe, needing only a shiny poser to look stage-ready.

As with his height, Jeremy’s new build split the difference between his friends.  The dark-skinned stud had swelled like the other two, his frame taking on a broad, strapping shape.  While he wasn’t a towering sculpture like Bryce, neither was he a compact meatball like Cayden, instead adopting a powerful, bulky build.  His chest inflated into a set of prominent mounds above a firm, if undefined, stomach, both of which were framed in by thick shoulders and burly arms.  Jeremy’s toned legs had followed suit, expanding until they pressed together and sporting an ample, meaty rear.  If Bryce filled the role of bodybuilder and Cayden took the position of meathead, Jeremy now brought up the Dad-Bod rear.

“Holy shit!  Look at us!”  Bryce’s cry was excited, not frightened.  He broke off the kiss and began flexing, batting his cock against Cayden’s fuller, kneeling features as the meaty new beefcake gazed longingly up at him.

“Did you guys hear that weird voice too,” Jeremy asked, running a hand along the lumps and bulges of his thickened frame.  Cayden gave a slight nod, but he was unable to speak around his friend’s cock.

“Guess that answers the faerie question, doesn’t it,” Bryce said, as if it was all perfectly commonplace.  “Kinda fucked that we’re gonna be walking around like this, but man is it gonna be fun.”  His laugh was more horrifying than humorous, though none of them could process it that way.

“Fuck yeah it will!  It...it will be...right?”  The creeping note of doubt in Jeremy’s voice turned into a yelp when Cayden wrapped his stubby new arms around his friend's legs and pulled, causing him to fall backwards.  In an uncoordinated flurry of bulky limbs, the dark-haired man climbed on top, straddling Jeremy’s widened midsection with his powerful thighs and impaling himself on the spit-slick pole.

“NNNHHnnn...of...of course it will…” Cayden stammered as he began rocking back and forth.  His fat girder and heavy balls ground against Jeremy’s stomach, but instead of stopping to question the fact that he had another man’s dick inside him, he motioned for Bryce to step over so he could put his mouth back to work.

“See?  Cayden’s got the right idea,” Bryce laughed, flexing his massive arms behind his head.  He had countless questions about their future, about how they’d make a living and how people would react, but he literally couldn’t bring himself to worry about any of it.  None of them could.  All they could think about was how much fun it would be to head into town and put their new bodies to use.

But first they had to finish with each other.  “I got...I got next on this…” Jeremy said, tugging on Cayden’s fat log like he was announcing his place in line on the basketball court.

“Good, ‘cause now that you’ve got him loosened up I’m going to take him for a real spin,” the blonde laughed.

Cayden could only smile as his friends filled him from both ends.  The crickets were once again a discordant hum in the background, and already the memory of ephemeral, glowing figures was fading from his frenzied mind.  He liked it that way.  He didn’t want to dwell on most things.  He didn’t even remember how they’d wound up naked in Bryce’s yard, but it didn’t matter, not really.  All that mattered was the air on his exposed skin and the hard, pulsing organs lighting him up from top and bottom.  They were each about to blow, and Cayden couldn’t wait for the warm, slippery rain that would follow.