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“Alright...you two can come out now,” Todd said, banging on the exterior of the trunk before popping it open.  The brawny young man laughed at the sight of his two friends nestled together and raised an eyebrow.  “Unless you want some more time alone together?”

“No, thank you,” Kent grumbled, extricating himself from Dave’s arms.  The lean blonde clambered out of the trunk, opting to inspect his reflection in one of the windows instead of helping his friend out.  He fixed his trim, golden mane and adjusted his disheveled outfit while the brawny brunette hefted the other man free.

“It was literally five dollars each.  We could’ve just paid,” Dave said, stumbling against Todd’s broad frame.  The wiry ginger was as tall as his musclebound companion, but he looked small against the strapping man’s imposing physique.  With his buzzed head, sharp features and perpetual scowl Todd was intimidating at the best of times, and the amused grin he currently wore did little to change that.

The burly bull shrugged.  “Half the fun of a drive-in is sneaking in.  Especially if we don’t have any girls with us.  Fuck else are we gonna do?”

“Easy for you to say.  You and Eric weren’t the ones shoved in the guts of a Buick.”  Kent looked around at the sparsely populated lot, checking for both lone women and angry employees who might be looking in their direction.  Finding neither, he turned his attention back to his friends.  “Not that I mind getting a chance to cuddle with Dave,” he said, blowing the flustered redhead a kiss, “but why are we here again?”

Todd rolled his eyes.  “Why else?  Because Eric’s trying to get laid.”

The slamming car door was followed by the appearance of another statuesque stud as the towering, raven-haired meathead sauntered from the front of the car.  “And I thought you assholes would like something to do that’s NOT hanging out on fucking campus.  Again.  We’ve been going to the Loft almost every night for the last two years.  That well’s been run dry, boys.”

“Doesn’t exactly look wet around here,” Kent said, motioning to the motley assortment of movie nerds, faux-Rockabilly mall punks, and aging hipsters.  It was one of the rare times when the frat boy jocks felt out of place.  With their sculpted bulk simultaneously hanging out of loose muscle shirts and straining against matching tech shorts, Todd and Eric were meathead fish out of Gym Jock water, while Kent and Dave fared only slightly better.  The two smaller men still sported lean, athletic builds and striking, chiseled features, and their pec-popping polos and fitted chino shorts stood out amongst the eclectic crowd, but at least they didn’t loom against the car like a pair of sculptures come to life.  “I didn’t even know this place was still open?  I could’ve sworn it’s been shut down for, like, ever.”

“Patience, bro.  Maybe they reopened?  This vintage shit is always popular.  I heard a chick in my poli-sci class talking about how much she and her friends love it out here.  Trust me...once you see her, you’ll get it.  If her friends are half as stacked as she is you can all thank me now,” Eric said, purposely flexing a meaty arm as he ran a hand through his thick, obsidian hair.  Like the blonde pretty boy, he gave his reflection a quick once-over, adjusting his revealing shirt so it hung just right on the olive slab of muscle that was his chest.  He reached over and tousled the hair that Kent had just fixed when he was done.  “And you little bitches wouldn’t be stuck in the trunk if you’d get your asses to the gym more often.”

“Dude, come on,” Kent whined, wincing as he pulled away.  He flashed a warning glare over at Todd, who stood and watched with his massive arms folded under his bulging chest.  “My point still stands.  How exactly are we supposed to meet all these impending girls if we’re sitting in the car?”

“This is why you never get laid,” Eric sighed, bumping his fist against the top of the old Buick.  “We’re not locked in.  You get up and walk around once the movie starts.  Hang out at the concession stand, see who’s around...you’re overthinking it.”

“Fine, but me and Dave get the front so we can actually see the screen,” Kent said, walking around the dark-haired hunk and sliding into the driver’s seat.

“What movie are we even watching,” the wiry redhead asked as he climbed in the other side.  He settled into his corner of the spacious bench seat like it was a sofa while Eric and Todd took up considerably more room in the back end.

“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Eric shrugged.  “Some horror movie I think?”

“Wasn’t paying attention either,” Todd said, throwing a meaty arm up on the back of the seat.  He reached over with his other hand and traced a finger through the back of Dave’s hair, his voice dropping.  “You can come back here with us if you get scared,” he cooed.

Dave swatted the hand away.  “You two really DO need to get laid.  Go more’n a day and you get all riled up,” he laughed.  “Just let us know if you want some privacy back there and we’ll keep our attention on the screen.”

“Fuck it, you could watch,” Eric said, giving Todd’s thigh a loud slap.  “Isn’t that right, babe?”

Kent and Dave just rolled their eyes when the burly brunette responded by pursing his lips and blowing his friend a kiss, grateful that the movie appeared to be starting.  The screen flashed for a moment and then went dark, a loud hum filling the air as the old speakers crackled to life next to the car.

“They were four friends out for a good time,” the deep, booming voice over began.  The screen was still dark, and all the headlights were off, leaving the drive-in lot a well of inky, impenetrable night.  “But nothing would ever be the same.”

“Is this a trailer, or is the movie…” Kent was cut off when the screen lit up, showing a cloudy wall of fog as the narrator continued.

“They didn’t know about the drive-in, and why it sat abandoned.  They didn’t know they were going to be in the movie.”  The fog began to part on the screen, gradually transitioning to a head-on shot of a familiar, burgundy Buick.  The car sat alone in a weed-strewn lot, though the dense fog surrounding it obscured anything other than the rusted, broken speaker stand that stood nearby.

“Uh...what the fuck?  Is that us,” Dave asked, his eyes going wide when he looked out the window and saw the same fog billowing around them.  He leaned forward and looked up through the windshield, searching for a drone or other camera.

“What?  No, dumbass.  How could it be?  Just relax,” Eric spat from the backseat.

“No, guys, I think that’s us!  Look!  You can see me moving,” the panicked redhead said, watching his mirrored arm waving on screen.

“Oh shit…” Kent stammered.  “Do you think this is how they fuck with people who sneak in?  There’s gotta be a…wait...why won’t my door open?!”  He tried the handle several times, but the door wouldn’t budge.  The car rocked back and forth as first Dave tried, then the brawny pair in the back, none of them succeeding though the doors themselves remained unlocked.

“The fuck is this?!” Eric cried, pressing his face against the glass.  “How are they keeping us in here?!”

“They were about to learn,” the voice boomed, as if in response to the flustered jock’s question.  “Four average friends living average lives.  But what if they were something more?  Something unique?”  The young men gasped when the scene shifted, the perspective now that of the car’s interior.  They all stared at themselves on the towering screen, too stunned to do anything other than listen as the horrible voice kept talking.  “What new roles do they get to play, and in what kind of film?  What if they were four friends looking for an isolated spot to fool around?”

There was only shocked silence when the scene transitioned again, this time to a closeup of the muscled pair in the back seat.  But instead of sitting and staring at the screen, they were now locked in a passionate embrace.  Eric’s shirt was missing, and his thick, rigid cock poked free from his open shorts as he thrust his tongue into Todd’s mouth.  The other man was even more exposed as he writhed in his friend’s grip, his massive cock grinding against Eric’s as his shorts and boxer-briefs sat at his ankles, his shirt nowhere to be seen.

From there the camera slowly panned out, revealing a similar scenario taking place in the front seat.  Dave’s pale, defined torso filled the screen, but the view of his toned thighs was obscured by Kent’s bare upper back and broad shoulders as the blonde’s head bobbed up and down on his friend’s cock.

“Fuck!” Kent cried.  “What the hell is thiiiiiiimmmphhh!”  There was a momentary sense of pressure, as if the car had suddenly plummeted to a great depth, before it popped all at once, leaving the confused quartet mirroring the onscreen activities.  The blonde pretty-boy’s stomach dropped at the sudden sensation of a warm cock filling his mouth, his nose buried in Dave’s ginger bush.  He lifted his head in what he thought was a motion to pull away, but before the bulbous tip slipped free from his lips he dropped it right back down again, repeating the process again and again as he kneaded his friend’s thigh.

“Guuh...god...oh god…” the lean, freckled jock panted.  “Kent...what the fuck are we...oh fuck…” he licked his lips and moaned, watching himself do the same on the giant screen.  His friend hadn’t pulled away, nor had he tried to make him.  Though none of it made sense, that didn’t stop it from feeling wonderful.

The sentiment was shared in the back seat.  “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Todd groaned, his prominent pecs heaving against Eric’s.  “Are...are you jerking us off right now,” he asked as he looked down and watched his friend’s fist sliding up and down both of their aching members at the same time.  He had well over an inch on the dark-haired hunk, as well as additional girth, but the size of his friend’s rod didn’t matter nearly as much as its general presence did.  Todd wasn’t concerned with what it looked like, only how it felt.

“Oh...oh shit...I...I am!  What...why am I…” Eric sputtered, a pained expression washing across his face as a throb rocketed through him.

“You are so fuckin’ hot when you’re worked up,” Todd purred, before looking confused at the words.  “Let’s get you outta these shorts,” he said instead of trying to explain himself.  He grabbed Eric’s shorts and briefs and tugged them both down at the same time, running his hands back up his friend’s powerful thighs on the return trip.  He had no idea what was going on, and he knew he should have been embarrassed, but he wasn’t.  He knew on a logical level that their behavior was uncharacteristic at best, it just didn’t feel that way.  The sight of their naked bodies, the sound of their panting grunts, the musky smell filling the interior; it was all impossibly familiar.  He should have been shocked to look in the front seat and see Kent’s perky bubble being vigorously eaten out by Dave, but instead all he did was remember the taste on his own tongue.

“Four friends with insatiable needs,” the voice boomed.  “Four friends unlike anyone else they know.”

There was another buildup of pressure, and they all wanted to scream as they looked at the unfamiliar group on the screen.  Todd and Eric looked more or less the same, but instead of grinding their cocks together, Eric’s fat log now rested against the hungry slit that had replaced Todd’s massive equipment, while the raven-headed stud’s pecs had ballooned.  The shelf of muscle had tripled in size, looking like a pair of granite basketball halves, complete with inflated, nubby nipples, had been glued to his chest.  Up front, a similar growth had taken place on Kent’s tight frame, only lower.  What had been a set of firm, perky little cheeks were now a matched pair of plump, pillowy globes.  They were impossibly large, round and supple, practically swallowing Dave’s face.  If the brutish, hairy ball of muscle was indeed their friend.  He was built like a powerlifter, covered in unrefined bulk that was itself coated in a curly, russet carpet, and sporting a monstrous cock.  The hefty girder drew their eyes south, though eventually they all noticed the flat, blunted features that had replaced the redhead’s former boy-next-door features.

“NO!  No no no no no no,” Todd whimpered.  “That can’t be uuunnnnhhhh!”  He broke off in a guttural grunt at the simultaneously foreign yet blissful sensation of his friend’s cock inside him.  There was no pain, and he didn’t actually feel any of the dread that he knew he should as he watched the thick rod slip in and out.  He gasped and started rocking his hips, reaching out to clutch Eric’s heaping shelf as a wave of giddiness washed over him.  “Mmm...these things are like joysticks,” Todd laughed, thumbing each of the prominent nubs jutting out of Eric’s inflated nipples.   He groaned when the dark-haired hunk spasmed and bucked his hips, reflexively jamming in deeper.

“GGGNNNHHuuhh...guh...goddamn…” Eric sputtered, his strong fingers biting into the upholstery.  He couldn’t feel any of the horror he knew he should at the fact that he was buried to the hilt in Todd’s new pussy while the other man worked his inflated pecs like a control panel, nor could he feel any of the expected embarrassment at his helpless humping.  They weren’t written into the scene.  He was playing his new role, that of the Top-Heavy Himbo who was more interested in getting his muscle-tits played with than whatever was happening below his waist.  If it wasn’t for his friend playing the role of Cock Hungry Hunk, Eric wouldn’t have cared at all about the dick he couldn’t even see anymore over the cresting, muscled ridge.  “DDDddnn...don’t...don’t stop, bro…”

“Oh, believe me, I won’t,” Todd purred, letting go of his friend’s nipples to knead each of the other man’s oversized mounds.  They were solid yet supple at the same time, yielding to his fingers one moment before going rock-hard the next.  Like Eric, Todd knew that he should be blind with panic, not eagerly rolling his hips with surprising ease.  The very thought that a dick was currently filling his feminine slot, instead of the other way around, should have sent the former stallion screaming from the car, not filled him with joy.  But that was the only word for it.  Having Eric inside him was exactly what he wanted.  Long, short, thick, thin; a cock was a cock and he needed to try them all on for size.  It didn’t matter that his friend could do little more than helplessly buck and thrust into him, not when Todd was happy to take charge.  The raw material that Eric provided was stout and thick and firm, which was all he needed.

Things were just as heated in the front seat.  Kent was bent over on all fours, his handsome face pressed against the window while Dave spread and groped his mountainous cheeks the way Todd worked Eric’s plumped pecs.  Unlike the top-heavy hunk, Kent’s inflated additions were nothing but soft and squishy as the now-rugged ginger buried his face between them.  The blonde bottom huffed and fogged the glass at the sensation of Dave’s ruddy stubble scratching against his deepened, tender valley, the other man’s tongue feeling like an extra finger when it probed his ravenous hole.  He had his face turned away from the screen, his eyes locked on the writhing hulks in the backseat, and he felt a certain solidarity whenever he met Todd’s gaze.  The two of them knew a kind of joy that was denied the other two.  True, they could have easily put their own muscled bottoms to work, but mere penetration couldn’t begin to approach the ecstasy he and Todd felt.  No one else had the kind of impossible pillows strapped to their lower back that he did, and none of the guys they knew could experience a dick the way the buzzed brunette could.

“OOHHHhhhhh…!”  Kent whimpered and closed his eyes when Dave’s tongue was replaced by a finger.  And then another.  And another, until the stunned pretty-boy finally realized the other man’s entire, meaty fist had been shoved inside him.  He didn’t know how it was possible.  His tight, virgin hole should have been split asunder.  He should have been wracked with incredible pain, not shuddering bliss.  It was as if Dave was reaching into the very core of his being and seizing upon every pleasure center his nervous system possessed, pushing him into overdrive.  He could practically feel each and every one of the now-copious hairs on his friend’s thick forearm as it thrust in and out of him, and a part of him felt like he should be embarrassed at getting fisted in front of his friends, but that wasn’t his role.  He was the Preppy, Power Bottom Beauty to Dave’s Burly, Brutish Beast.  “Fuuuuuck that feels inc...incredible…”

“Good,” Dave grunted.  What remained of the former frat boy was mortified, but the bloated, hairy hulk he’d become was just happy to see everyone having a good time.  He was happy when his friends were happy, especially when clothes started coming off.  His perpetually horny state left him painfully frustrated whenever he had to conceal his foot-long girder, and he seized any opportunity he could get to whip it out, which usually wasn’t a difficult process since the now-beefy man hardly ever put anything on in the first place.  Kent was his favorite since the handsome blonde was one of the few people who could easily take his oversized log, and he loved the faces his pretty friend made whenever he rode it.  Dave tried again to tell himself this wasn’t really him, that he wasn’t some furry, pug-faced meatball with a ‘roid gut and more unsculpted muscle than he knew what to do with, but the knowledge wouldn’t take root in his uncluttered mind.  He wasn’t stupid, just a creature of impulse and simple pleasures who’d rather fuck than fight, despite his intimidating stature, and who preferred cuddling over talking.  Get him naked, get him off, and get him around others doing the same was all it took to keep Dave happy.

Though having Kent’s fat cheeks swallowing his girder of a cock certainly didn’t hurt either.  Dave laughed and shivered at the way the other man’s smaller, smooth frame felt pressing against his muscle gut when he pulled his fist free and maneuvered his bulk as best he could into position.  It was awkward in the confines of the car, but Kent’s elastic hole gripped Dave’s oozing log with the same tightness that it had the other man’s fist and forearm as he rocked and bounced as best he could.

“I got next, big guy,” Todd sighed from the backseat as he watched Dave plow into Kent.  With the four of them in motion the whole car was rocking so hard it felt like it would flip over.

“Okay,” Dave nodded, reaching around to tug on the blonde’s forgotten cock while he thrust into the colossal globes.

Kent let out a quiet grunt, but like Eric he’d been pushed beyond the point of control.  He practically drooled against the glass, his world having narrowed to nothing but the bouncing, shaking mounds of flesh and the hard organ between them.  When he came a few moments later he groaned and spasmed so hard it felt like he was having a seizure, to the point where even Dave was caught off guard.

“You good,” the humping ginger asked, a confused smile on his face.  Kent could only nod while he caught his breath, his eyes going wide when he felt a warm explosion splash against his insides a few seconds later.  Even with his head starting to clear and the fear creeping back he didn’t want Dave to pull out, and he hated the aching emptiness that washed over him as soon as his friend did.  “That was fun,” the brawny redhead cheered, pulling the dazed Kent against him and planting a lingering kiss.  The addled blonde went with it, though a part of him felt like he shouldn’t, his eyes going wide at the foreign sensation of sitting on the pillowy mounds.  He could only blink at his friend when Dave pulled away and reached for the door.  “Gotta get outta this car for a minute,” the lumbering man said as he tossed the door open and stepped out.  Kent watched him stretch, then reach behind to scratch his own inflated, hairy rear as he looked around.  “Uh...is this weird?”

“Wha...what’d he just say,” Todd panted from the backseat as he finally slid off Eric’s lap.  He sighed and squirmed, spreading his empty legs as he basked in the sublime afterglow that his altered equipment had just brought him while his raven-haired friend continued to stare up at the ceiling in a stunned daze.  Todd wiped the steam from the window and looked out, the same anxieties worming their way in as the blissful glow faded.  “What the hell…” he muttered, blinking out at the empty parking lot.  The fog had vanished, but so had all the other people.  “Shit!  Everyone’s gone!”  Without thinking about his naked state or the dripping pussy he’d be flashing to the world, Todd shot out of the car, his feet now brushing through the cracked, weed-strewn parking lot.

The entire theater looked abandoned.  The screen was a rotting shell, the concession stand was a roofless mass of old timbers and broken glass, and where the ticket booth had stood was only a small concrete slab.  Despite what they’d seen when they first arrived, it looked as if the drive-in hadn’t been used for decades.

“But...but all the people…” Kent stammered, his face crimson as he felt his fattened bottom shake and jiggle with each step.

Todd shook his head and leaned back against the car for support.  “Were they even here?  I know they were but why can’t I remember…” he trailed off, a look of determination on his face as he searched for the missing memories.

Unsurprisingly, Dave had already made the leap into the new reality.  “Remember what?  We came out here to fuck around.  Isn’t that what we’re doing?”  He turned and pressed himself against Todd as the confused jock rested against the car, his fat log twitching against the former stud’s warm entry.

“We...did?  Something feels wrong...doesn’t it?”  Todd stammered, his hands gripping Dave’s brawny new pecs.  He gasped and went up on his toes a moment later when the bulky new bear shoved himself inside, his knees almost giving out from the wave of pleasure that slammed into him.

“Fixed it,” Dave laughed, his solid cheeks dimpling as he thrust into the other man.

Kent watched, struggling to pick up Todd’s train of concerned thought.  Something about the scene struck him as terribly wrong, but at the same time it all felt entirely right.  He waddled around to the other side of the car as a dazed Eric lumbered out, his friend’s hands hovering inches above his oversized muscle tits.  The dark-haired hunk looked like he wanted to say something, but after opening and closing his mouth a few times he just shrugged.

“That didn’t take long,” Eric said, nodding over a shoulder at Dave and Todd.

“You know how those two are.  Can’t go five minutes…” Kent said, surprised that he knew what he was talking about.

Eric snorted.  “Like you can talk.  Your pussy’s hungrier than Todd’s.”

“I wasn’t judging,” Kent said, flicking each of his friend’s nipples.  He grinned as the other man hissed, and he let a finger slide slowly across the obscuring mountains.  “Not like any of us can say shit, really.”

“That’s the fuckin’ truth,” Eric said through gritted teeth as he fought to keep himself together.  He reached over and pulled Kent against him, his hands biting into the supple globes while the blonde squirmed against his sensitive shelf.  “Glad we came out here, though.”

Kent looked over his friend’s shoulder at their writhing companions, searching one more time for the missing memories that would have told him everything had changed.  Instead, all he found was more of the same until his attention was pulled back to present when Eric began guiding them to the ground.  He smiled as it occurred to him that they were both bottoms in their own way; him because of his plump, eager entryway, and the top-heavy meathead because of his preferred position that let whoever was on top play with his tits.  Kent knew he was about to go for the ride of his life as he straddled the other man, and he couldn’t wait.  “I’m glad too,” he said, throwing a leg over Eric’s prone waist.