Summoning, pt. 2 (Patreon)

“You came so hard you passed out.”  Tom sounded proud as he turned his phone in the other man’s direction.  “Don’t worry…I got the whole thing on video.”

Pete’s stomach dropped as he watched his frenzied, animalistic thrashings.  He was wild-eyed, his cock spraying like a fountain as he howled and bucked on the cummy floor.  It was both horrifying and mortifying, not to mention a pleasure like he’d ever experienced.  And things were just getting started.  “You...you’re not really going to post that, right?”

Tom shrugged.  “Maybe.  I’m curious what’ll happen after the next change.  Will this still be here once those go away?  Or does this video get updated along with everything else?”  He walked over to Pete’s dresser and gave a short laugh when he pulled the top drawer open.  “Can’t wait to see how these look,” he said, holding up a pink bra and what looked to be a matching pair of panties.  Though they were fashioned in a feminine style the large pouch made it clear the skimpy underwear was cut for a man, but they were still a far cry from Pete’s usual boxers.  “We should probably go get you rinsed off, then you can come back here and clean this up for real.”

“O...okay…” Pete stammered, a fresh rush of embarrassment coursing through him as Tom followed along to the bathroom.  It wasn’t odd for them to share the space while one was in the shower, but leaving the curtain open to put himself on display for his friend was an uncharacteristic move for the toned brunette.  “You don’t have to enjoy this so much,” Pete finally grumbled, his cock once again rigid and throbbing as the warm water cascaded over his altered chest.

“That’s just it...I think I do, thanks to you,” Tom shrugged.  “Believe me, I never thought there’d be a day where I’d WANT to watch you in the shower, let alone get hard over it,” he said, squeezing his twitching bulge and shaking his head.  “You really got us in the shit this time, didn’t you?”

Pete turned the water off and grabbed a towel, his face going purple at the sound of his loud groan as soon as the fabric made contact with his sensitive chest.  “Look man...what I said earlier about my plans, I wouldn’t really have...I mean...I was just frustrated, you know?  I got it all twisted, but I wouldn’t have done anything that you…”

Tom cut him off with a wave of a hand.  “Uh-uh.  It’s still waaaaay too soon for this conversation.  You know we could’ve just had one of those, right?  That thing mature adults do where they express how they’re feeling to each other?  But since that’s too difficult for you we can let it ride for a bit,” he said, his tone flat as he turned to leave.  “And you already did something I didn’t want or ask for, so shut the fuck up,” he spat over a shoulder.

Pete let the subject drop, both because he knew silence was the best response and because Tom had told him to.  The arrogant young man wasn’t used to doing what he was told in the first place, so having no choice but to follow a command was a foreign experience.  Though not an entirely unpleasant one, he began to realize as his eyes locked onto Tom’s ample, shifting cheeks while the muscled jock walked away.  He knew his friend was furious, and he couldn’t blame him, but he still trusted the other man not to do anything that would actually hurt him, leaving a small-but-growing space for an excited thrill alongside his dread at the humiliation to come.  Pete didn’t know whether the turn-on was a result of whatever the demon had done to him or something he’d had buried deep down all along; he only knew that the thought of being helpless in Tom’s strong hands made him quiver.

Once back in his room he stood obediently in place and let the ginger jock step around behind to slip the bra on and clasp it shut, his face going crimson as he watched in the mirror.  His thick log twitched and spasmed the whole time, though he felt a bit of relief that the shiny pink material at least partially dulled the overwhelming sensitivity.

“Not a bad look,” Tom laughed.  He gave his friend’s soft mounds a squeeze but let go when a fresh stream began to leak from the brunette’s cock.  “Whoops...don’t want to get stuck doing that again,” he said, opting instead to reach down and wrap a meaty fist around Pete’s cock.  He sighed and rested his head against the other man’s shoulder, his free hand absently drifting along his friend’s abs.  “See?  Now you’ve got me jerkin’ a dude off.  Not something I ever thought I’d be doing.  And I can’t even say I don’t want to ‘cause, thanks to you, I really, really do,” Tom purred.

Pete whimpered, instinctively throwing his perky bubble back against his friend’s tented bulge.  “I...I didn’t think you’d…”

“No, you never think of anyone else,” Tom interrupted.  “Ever wonder if maybe THAT’S the reason people like me more than you?  I’m curious, though.  Since we’re talking about other people...are you thirsty for dick in general, or just mine?”

“I haven’t really...thought...about it…” Pete grunted, still squirming in his friend’s powerful arms.  His stomach took a fluttering plummet when he tried to picture his usual feminine fantasies but instead found them replaced by memories of all the time he’d spent in locker rooms over the years, and the naked, masculine flesh they contained.  “Oh...oh fuck...it’s not just youuuhhhnn…!”  He hissed and spasmed, this time shooting a much smaller load to join with the sticky coating on the floor.

“Same,” Tom said as he let go and took a step back.  He motioned to his friend’s softening hose and his own straining underwear.  “Whatever part of the deal that  makes me want to do this with you must have flipped things around.”  He shook his head when Pete started to speak and turned to pick up his discarded clothes from earlier.  “So it looks like you still got what you wanted in that regard,” he sighed, pulling his pants up and slipping back into his t-shirt.  His expression was flat when he turned back around and watched his friend step into the pink panties, the growing shock preventing him from enjoying Pete’s embarrassment as much as he wanted to.  “I need to go try and wrap my head around everything.  Clean this up before it gets gross.”

Pete watched his friend hurry out of the room, feeling an unanticipated surge of guilt.  Considering how all of this had started, he was surprised to find himself regretting the inadvertent damage he’d wrought in Tom’s life.  The brawny redhead was at least single, so Pete hadn’t tanked the other man’s relationship with anyone, and while his friend wasn’t a homophobe either, he knew firsthand how jarring it was to suddenly have your attractions rewired.  When he’d found the book and formulated his plan it had been so easy to get caught up in the theoretical, but now, thinking about swapping roles and having Tom in his current state was the last thing Pete actually wanted.

The busty brunette scampered to the kitchen for cleaning supplies, trying not to look at his reflection or think about how odd his body’s new movements felt.  The extra weight at his chest threw his whole gait off, and even the softest footfalls caused the hypersensitive mounds to jiggle and shake.  And that didn’t even factor in the foreign sensation of having his perky cheeks hanging on display, or his girthy package grabbed and thrust prominently forward by the skimpy underwear.  It was even worse while he was on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor, and by the time he was done his thick rod had gone rigid once more and poked out through the side of the pouch from all the squeezing, shaking, and swaying that occurred during his vigorous cleaning.

He fought the urge to go find Tom once he’d finished.  He knew his friend needed space, but the desire to just be near the other man was overwhelming.  He busied himself instead with exploring the extent of the changes to his wardrobe, immediately regretting the decision as soon as he started pulling open dresser drawers.  The clothing was unrecognizable as his own, a bright mix of small, revealing pieces that would have been much more at home in the dresser of one of his former hookups.  It was thin and sheer and made to accentuate his altered frame, not hide it.  Even the business casual attire he wore to work had been swept up in the changes, and Pete dreaded the thought of walking around the office in a low-cut button-up and tight slacks that would leave nothing about his inflated chest or hefty equipment to the imagination.

He dropped onto the edge of his bed, feeling dizzy as he realized that not only did he need to worry about what was coming, but also about what had already occurred.  The more he looked at the unfamiliar clothing, the more he started to remember actually wearing it, a fact that was confirmed as soon as he looked at his phone.  All the photos now showed him as he currently was, dressed in the clothing he currently owned.  The group pictures he’d taken with the guys had been altered to show his friends as he remembered, their firm, athletic bodies clad in jeans and tight t-shirts, while he stood in a thin crop-top and low-riding yoga pants that left the strap of his thong clearly on display.  And as if the supple mounds between his broad shoulders weren’t enough on their own, a bright purple bra was visible beneath the thin fabric of his tiny top.

It only got worse from there.  Pictures at the beach now showed him clad in a two-piece bikini, while photos from work functions showed him sporting deep, displayed cleavage as his unwanted additions fought for freedom beneath his fitted shirts.  Even the dick-pics he kept hidden had been affected, and instead of posing in front of a mirror Pete now saw himself pursing his lips and groping his chest while wearing a sheer teddy, or sprawling out on a bed in a corset with his fat log barely making an appearance in the frame.  He was mortified, filled with an impotent humiliation at the thought that it had somehow all happened already.  Not only was there nothing he could do about any of it, if the demon was telling the truth he’d have to go through a similar experience whenever Tom made a change.  He wouldn’t just be embarrassing himself after whatever alterations his friend made, he’d be stepping into a new reality preloaded with a lifetime of accompanying humiliation.

It was too much.  Pete staggered down the hall to Tom’s room, needing to be near the other man.  Even if his friend berated and tormented him, just the proximity would be comforting.  “Uh...hey man, you in there,” he asked, his voice shaking as he gave a light knock.  His heart started racing when he heard Tom’s plodding steps, a palpable relief washing over him as soon as he laid eyes on the ginger’s grinning face.

Tom looked down at the phone in Pete’s hand, his smile growing as he held up his own.  “I’m guessing you poked around your phone, too?  Did you see this one?  I think it’s my favorite so far.”  He tapped the screen a few times before turning it to face Pete, loving the brunette’s wide-eyed response as the video started.  It showed the naked, top-heavy hunk on all fours in front of their friend Chuck, the blonde mountain of a man’s face a twisted mask of ecstasy as he hammered into Pete’s firm bubble from behind.

“I...I...oh fuck...I remember that…” Pete gasped, his trim hips tingling at the sudden memory of Chuck’s calloused hands clutching them while his altered chest flopped wildly.  He’d known the lantern-jawed Adonis for years, but never in the way he knew him now.  Before, Pete never knew what it was like to look back over a shoulder at the thrusting jock, or up at the other man’s chiseled expanse of a torso while his legs were propped on Chuck’s sturdy shoulders.  He never knew what it felt like to be taken on his knees, or on his back, or up against a wall, or in a shower.  Wherever, whenever, the blonde hunk wanted, Pete was game.  Just like always.  “Oh...oh no…” he groaned, his face going crimson as the memories settled.  It wasn’t just Chuck, but all of his friends.  In this new reality they passed him around like an old sock they jerked off in, treating him less like a peer and more like a fleshlight that could talk.  But it was the way he quivered that bothered Pete the most, and the fact that he had to question whether or not he even wanted Tom to set things back to the way they were.

“Right?  That demon did a hell of a job,” Tom winked, laughing at his own pun.  “I mean...you DID want to get laid more.”

“But not like this!  You guys can’t just hand me off like I’m a...a…” he trailed off when he realized his hand had started to drift up towards his chest, his body vibrating at the rush of memories.  “Oh my god this is embarrassing,” he finally muttered.

“Is it?  What are you upset about?  This is just the new you.  It’s already happened, and you clearly loved...or ‘love’, I guess...every second of it.  What’s to feel bad about?  It’s like ripping the bandaid off.”

“That’s easy for you to say!  You’re not the one who got turned into a group fuck-toy,” Pete cried.

“Not for lack of trying on your part, though,” Tom said, crossing his arms under his chest.  Instead of glaring he continued to smile as he reached out and stroked a finger along Pete’s chin.  “And hey, by this time tomorrow it’ll all go away when we swap it out for something else.  Might as well enjoy it while you can.”

Pete didn’t know what to say.  Part of him was desperate for Tom to make the alterations go away, part of him was desperate for them to stay, part of him dreaded the thought of what would replace them, and part of him was thrilled by the prospect all at the same time.  “This is too much,” he whimpered, dropping onto the corner of his friend’s bed.  He’d already been fighting a heady rush of lust from the moment he’d stepped into the other man’s room, and the internal conflict didn’t help.

“You always were good at getting in over your head.”  Tom gave a sympathetic nod and sat next to his shell-shocked friend, reaching over to squeeze the other man’s bare, hairy thigh.  “And like always I’m bailing your ass out.”

“Is that what you’d call this?”  Pete’s tone was dejected as he looked down at his ample new bosom.

“Compared to the alternative?  Yeah,” Tom said, sliding a hand up the other man’s back to deftly unhook the bra.  He laughed at his friend’s surprised gasp, and at the way Pete’s hands instinctively shot up to cover himself.  “So, look...I’ve been thinking things over, and I’m willing to give some benefit of the doubt here.  I know you, and I’m guessing you didn’t actually stop to think this plan all the way through.  If you had, we wouldn’t be seeing all this.”  Tom patted his phone, not asking for confirmation.  Instead, he turned to face his friend and reached up to hook a finger in the front of the bra, pulling it free.  He leaned in before Pete could say anything, swallowing the other man’s groan when he began kneading the softened mounds.  “And honestly, I think I could get used to this,” he added after a few minutes of aggressive tongue wrestling.  “It might take me a few tries, but I’m pretty sure I can nail this process down to work out real well for both of us.”

Pete was once again speechless.  He’d hoped his friend would eventually come around, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so fast.  “I...I think I can make it worth the trouble,” he finally stammered by way of an apology.

The brawny redhead grinned and raised his arms as Pete lifted the bottom of his shirt, flexing his sculpted shelf once it was free.  “Never thought there’d come a day when you had bigger tits than me.”

“I know, right,” Pete said, a bit of his old confidence coming back.  He pushed Tom flat on the bed and undid his friend’s pants, slowly pulling them free along with the stuffed boxer-briefs underneath.  He briefly hopped upright to toss them free, taking the opportunity to peel out of his own pointless little panties before draping himself on top of the prone jock.  Their lips met once more as Pete writhed on the brawny redhead, slipping his hand low to work his friend’s fat cock to full mast.  It didn’t take much effort, and the busty brunette was straddling Tom’s waist almost before he knew what was happening.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” the muscled hunk moaned, arching his back and clutching Pete’s thighs when the lean man swallowed him with his solid bubble.  “Even better than I remember,” he grinned.

“Li...Likewise…” Pete panted, his rigid, untouched girder slapping loudly against Tom’s abs as he began to rock and bounce.  “Ohhhhh shiiiiiiiit...you’re right...I could...absolutely get uuUUUuuused to this…” he whined, working his sensitive tits until Tom’s calloused hands landed on top of his own.  With his friend taking over, Pete folded his toned arms behind his head, ignoring the rush of embarrassment when he thought about how he must look, and began swiveling his hips in earnest.  His normally stoic grunts were a crescendo of cracking wails as he was driven to the edge over and over, but unlike before he didn’t fight it.  He didn’t want to.  He only wanted to make sure Tom had a good time.

Based on the lantern-jawed ginger’s open mouthed grunting, Pete was more than meeting his objective.  Their first time, Tom could do little more than lay there while his friend took control, but by the second he was finding his rhythm again.  By the third the skilled stud was feeling back on his game, and by the fourth he had Pete howling like the women he barely remembered hooking up with in the past.  He’d been just as embarrassed as his friend when they’d started, but by the time they’d finally wore each other out he couldn’t muster anything close to humiliation.  It all felt entirely natural.  He was spent, content, and had a hot, stacked brunette dozing in his beefy arms.  The anger was still there, Tom knew it would be for a while, but it had gone from a raging boil to a light simmer.

And if their recent experience was any indication, it wouldn’t be long before it went out altogether.  Tom was already buzzing with excitement over the infinite possibilities at their fingertips, and he was relatively certain he’d stop trying to make things extra embarrassing for Pete at some point.  Maybe.

“As soon as we can, I already know the first thing we’re changing.  This bad boy’s getting bigger,” Tom purred into Pete’s ear as he reached down and gave his friend’s pummeled cheeks a squeeze.  “We’re talking huge.”

Pete blushed at the thought but nestled back against the other man.  “And what about the rest of me?”

“Maybe we can finally hang some muscle on these bones.  You’d look so hot as a fuckin’ meathead, all jocked up.”

“I would, huh?”  Pete rolled onto his back and flexed his defined arms with a reluctant grin.  “That wouldn’t be so bad.”

Tom didn’t mention the part where Pete would be a dumb jock, and he was torn on whether he wanted to double the size of his friend’s equipment or halve it, but he still had time to make up his mind.  “Not bad at all,” he said, leaning over to swallow one of Pete’s thick nipples.