Fresh Peach (Patreon)

“Ugh...this thing better work,” Brandon said, wincing at the pungent aroma.  It didn’t smell like any “fresh peach” he’d ever come across, but according to the crude drawing on the lid that was the supposed scent.  It was vaguely fruity, with a sweet undercurrent that bordered on sickly.  Nick promised that the candle would help get him laid, and he’d said it had a natural aphrodisiac in it that would lead to the best sex of his life.  The lean brunette wasn’t convinced.  He’d never been a fan of scented candles, let alone sweet, fruity ones, and he worried that it was far from the kind of masculine vibe he wanted to put out there when Jessica came over.  It smelled like something that would be in a woman’s moisturizer, not a man’s apartment.

But already he felt like it might be working.  After taking a few deep breaths his body had begun to tingle, and his long, thick hose twitched when he peeled out of his tiny jogging shorts and stepped into the shower.  Nick said he needed to let the whole thing burn to “saturate” the air or it wouldn’t work, and Brandon was willing to give it a shot.  He felt a little foolish for even trying such a gimmick, but the handmade candle looked expensive in its vintage glass jar, and his friend had seemed so genuinely excited to give it to him that he felt too bad to blow it out.  The hairy meathead swore it would work, tacking on a familiar jab that the candle would help make up for the shredded brunette’s “scrawny” build.

Brandon wasn’t like Nick.  He was perfectly content at his current size and didn’t feel the need to chase after gains the way his dark-haired friend did.  He liked how his tight frame strained against medium-sized t-shirts and how his perky rear filled out a 32” waist.  The lean build made his modest pecs pop and his arms seem bigger than they really were by comparison, and when he factored in his razor cheekbones and hefty endowment he didn’t see any reason to improve upon perfection.  Nick wasn’t as hung as himself, and his features were a little rougher around the edges, so Brandon could understand why his friend would want all the help he could get.  He just didn’t need it himself.

He smiled as he thought about the other man, his thoughts drifting to the way his friend’s sweaty, furry shelf had looked hanging out of the damp muscle shirt at the end of their run earlier.  With his ample, hairy bulk and constant stubble coating his wide jaw, Nick may have been rough around the edges but he was still plenty impressive in his own right.  And just because he didn’t want them for himself didn’t mean that Brandon couldn’t appreciate the effort that went into maintaining arms the size of his toned thighs, and thighs that were like slightly smaller versions of his waist.  He’d been watching Nick’s meaty quads inflate and shake with each footfall, the ripples traveling up to his friend’s ample, bouncing cheeks, but the memory didn’t stir the same sense of amusement he’d felt in the moment.  Now Brandon wondered what it would feel like to have a body that constantly competed against itself for space, that carried a contrast of granite-yet-supple mass.

He started to think back to all the times he’d been wrapped in his friend’s piston arms when they’d been horsing around.  Nick had always felt like a fuzzy boulder but Brandon had never stopped to think about the softer parts, like the other man’s plump lips, thick rear, and the stout package that had bulged against the front of his running shorts.  Starting to pump away on himself, the lean brunette began to imagine what those parts of his friend would feel like.  How hard would he have to squeeze each of the meaty cakes before his fingers hit something solid?  Would Nick’s lips feel as soft if they were pressed against his own, vying for dominance?  And how long would it take before the olive-hued meathead’s thick hose went rigid?

Brandon groaned, his groping hands tingling as he imagined them traveling all over Nick’s brawny frame.  He could practically taste his friend’s breath as he returned a phantom kiss in the shower, suddenly feeling small as he writhed against the other man’s rigid cock as it wedged between them.  His burning palms were filled beyond capacity with heaping handfuls of the dark-haired hunk’s ample globes, a sudden rush of jealousy surging through him as he thought about his own tiny little bubble.  There was barely anything there, almost nothing to work with at all, certainly not enough to satisfy a rugged stud like Nick.

But he could still try.  Without fully knowing why, Brandon turned and threw his solid little rear back against the fantasy of his friend, oblivious to the now-cold water cascading across his shoulders as he started to buck and moan.  His trim hips tingled against the ghost of Nick’s weathered palms while the other man held him in place and hammered home, each thrust a jarring impact.  With its efficient build, Brandon’s tight frame didn’t have the extra mass to act as a shock absorber the way Nick’s beefy bulk did.  He didn’t have the needed padding at his rear to cushion the blow, and for the first time that he could remember, Brandon felt a stab of disappointment over how he looked.

The odd experience was enough to jar him back to his senses.  “Guuhh...goddamn...what...what the fuck am I doing,” he cried, his eyes going wide.  He was bent over, his face pressed against the wall while one hand pumped away on his throbbing cock and the other reached behind, a pair of fingers wedged inside his tight, virgin hole.  He’d never done anything like it, neither fantasizing about another man nor playing with his ass, but the realization came too late.  “OOHHHOOOOUUHH!”  Brandon howled, falling over the edge with his fingers still inside and lingering images of his naked friend burned into his brain.  The confused brunette heard his howl turn into a sputtering grunt from the overwhelming intensity of his release, his toned thighs nearly giving out against the novel sensation of cumming while being penetrated for the first time.

Brandon pulled his hand free when the spraying and spasming finally stopped, closing his eyes and clutching at the wall with both hands while he drew a series of hoarse, ragged breaths.  He swallowed hard and collected himself, surprised at how persistent the fading images of Nick’s bare, furry bulk were.  “Holy fuck,” he finally chuckled under his breath.  “Motherfucker never said anything about that candle making me so horny.  At least we know it works.”

Brandon shut the frigid water off and stepped out, blushing as he looked at his dripping, naked frame in the mirror.  He had a hard time meeting his own reflected gaze, a sudden rush of embarrassment lighting him up as the shock wore off and he began to think about what he’d just done.  His tight little bubble still buzzed with a pleasant tingle, and as he toweled himself dry he felt an almost magnetic tug pulling his hand around and behind.  He told himself it was just because of how new the experience had been, that there was nothing wrong with experimenting and liking the results.  But no matter how he tried to explain away the physical stimuli, Brandon couldn’t come up with a reason for the mental ones.  He’d never thought about another man, let alone one of his friends, like that before, and he couldn’t figure out where the confusing arousal originated.  Even when he’d hooked up with some kinkier women and let them call the shots, Brandon had never crossed the line into being penetrated, yet he’d just blown harder than ever before while gleefully fantasizing about taking another man’s cock.  It didn’t make any sense.

He tried to push it from his mind as he sauntered to his bedroom and slipped into a pair of small briefs.  The sweet, fruity scent from the candle was more pungent than ever, but Brandon still decided against blowing it out.  The creamsicle wax was burning faster than he’d expected and he didn’t want to waste any of the potent aphrodisiac.  Nick had told him it would linger for hours even after it burned all the way through, and the longer he let it build up the more effective it would be.

While hotboxing the apartment with the overpowering aroma, Brandon busied himself with cleaning the place up before his date arrived.  Dirty dishes filled the sink, piles of junk mail sat on the table, discarded laundry peppered the floor, and a thin layer of dust coated nearly every flat surface.  The brief-clad pretty-boy dove in, hoping the tasks would keep his mind focused on anything other than the images of Nick’s naked frame that stubbornly refused to make way for the excitement he wanted to feel about his impending hookup.

The strategy worked at first, but as the aroma continued to grow and a thin haze of wispy smoke began to join the sweet stench, Brandon started to have difficulty focusing on much of anything.  He kept catching himself stopping and staring at the trailing smoke, and the way it flowed like motor oil on the surface of a puddle with the slightest waft of air.  Things seemed to be moving within it, causing rippling waves that curled the smoke in on itself, and pulled it in a spiral around him.  It was as mesmerizing as it was relaxing to watch, especially when coupled with the small, flickering flame that seemed to blaze like a tiny sun within the small glass jar.  Brandon would pass by as he moved from one corner of the apartment to the other while tidying up, only to pause and stare for longer periods on the return trek.  He’d started to stumble, his balance thrown, though he barely noticed through the contented daze that started to settle over his thoughts.

With nothing to hold them back the images of Nick returned stronger than before, only Brandon no longer stopped to question or resist them.  He stood and grinned, absently kneading the straining red fabric that barely contained his hefty bulge while he replayed the scenario from the shower.  The pleasant tingle he’d felt earlier came rushing back, growing in strength when the scene shifted again and again, putting Brandon in new position after new position.  The lean brunette saw himself excitedly bouncing up and down on Nick’s broad lap before he was flat on his back, legs in the air and gazing up at his friend’s furry shelf of a chest while the bigger man plowed into him.  He was on his side, then face down against the mattress, then on all fours, eagerly taking Nick’s stout cock again and again until, without warning, his partner shifted.

Brandon let out a low, whispering moan when Nick’s image blurred and changed, going from broad and hairy to a towering wall of chiseled, ebony muscle.  Instead of staring up at his friend, the impaled hunk now issued his slack-jawed grunts at his coworker, Carson.  They were friendly enough at the office, though not exactly friends, and while Brandon had always recognized how good Carson looked as he bulged out of his polos and filled out his fitted chinos, he’d never once stopped to think about the other man in such detail.  It was as if they’d actually been together.  Brandon could taste the other man’s musky cologne on his tongue, could see the dimpled muscles and stretch marks at the edge of Carson’s pecs with such clarity it was like watching a video.  He’d always guessed his coworker was hung, but now Brandon knew without a shadow of a doubt that the wide, eight-inch club splitting him open had been mentally rendered with expert accuracy.

As the small, coherent parts of his mind wrestled with the idea that he was now fantasizing about men beyond his friend, he gasped when the grinning fantasy flipped him over and he came face-to-face with Anton’s short, wide cock.  Like Carson he barely knew the older man, but now the thought of the bald bruiser’s naked bulk drove him wild before he buried his face beneath the brawny bull’s muscle gut and swallowed his stout organ to the base. He’d always been impressed by the sheer amount of mass Anton had acquired whenever they crossed paths at the gym, but he’d never wanted it himself, nor had he ever found it particularly attractive.  But none of that stopped him from quaking with excitement as Carson plowed into him from behind and Anton filled him from the other end, Brandon’s long, limp cock flopping wildly while his oversized cheeks bounced with wild abandon.

The odd sensations gradually registered.  His body smoldered with desire, and he could feel himself building towards a soul-shattering climax, yet his leaking hose was soft and swaying.  Brandon tried to pull back, to force the confusing fantasy from his addled mind, barely succeeding after what felt like a monumental effort.

“What the...what the fuck is happening…” he croaked, blinking as if he’d just woken up from a long nap.  He had no idea how long he’d been standing there.  The light through the windows was growing dim as the sun began to set, and the candle had long since burned out, though the pungent odor remained stronger than ever.  He shook his head and blinked, nearly stumbling from the persistent dizziness.  “Okay...definitely having a talk with Nick about just what the hell was in that candle.  Aphrodisiac my ass...that shit’s…” Brandon trailed off, finally noticing that his hand was still glued to his stuffed bulge.  He absently kneaded the damp, heavy mound, and while the motion sent little sparks of pleasure up his spine, his leaking organ was as squishy and malleable as it had been in his odd visions.  “Oh, come on!  Don’t tell me this...this…” Brandon broke off in a stammer when he stomped a foot in frustration, feeling a rippling impact where none should have been.  “FUCK!  FUCK!”  He cried, looking over a shoulder at an ass that had doubled in size.  The enlarged cheeks spilled out the sides and top of the briefs that were stretched to the point of bursting, the extra mass carrying over to Brandon’s thickened upper thighs.  “But...but that’s not...what is this…” he moaned, nearly falling when he took a few fumbling steps backward.  Brandon’s altered lower half threw his balance off, the slightest motion causing his barely contained globes to shake and jiggle.  More confusing still, each one of those ripples caused his slumbering snake to drool, overwhelming his dread with a wave of irresistible arousal.  “This...this isn’t possible.  I’ve gotta be high, right?  That’s...that’s all this is…” he mumbled, waddling his way to his bedroom.  He gripped the heaping cakes as he walked, his eyes going wide at the way they filled his large hands beyond capacity.  His ravenous hole still throbbed with the strange hunger, but beneath that was another dull ache deep in the muscle, and Brandon felt a fresh stab of horror when he realized he was still growing.

His jaw dropped when he flung his closet door open and stood in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the opposite side.   The rest of his lean, shredded body was unchanged, making his inflated bottom all the more noticeable.  Following the tapering line of his sides down from his broad shoulders, Brandon’s trim hips now suddenly exploded with mass, jutting out from his back like a supple shelf.  The cresting cheeks were already bordering on a size that should have been impossible for Brandon’s tight frame to develop naturally, and as he turned to the side and gawked at his bulbous new profile he watched them officially cross the line.

“NNnggnnnooo!”  He grunted against a brief stab of pain that constricted his soft package before it fled with a loud tearing.  Another surge of growth had caused the straining briefs to finally reach their breaking point, and Brandon went pale at the sight of the colossal cheeks that bounced free.  Instead of a firm, proportional little bubble, the stunned brunette now sported what looked like a beachball strapped to his lower-back.  “Oh god...oh god...that’s...that’s huge!  What am I supposed to do with that?!”

“I can think of something.”

Brandon yelped and spun on his heels, his expansive rear slamming heavily into the mirror as he turned to find Nick grinning at him from the doorway.  The surprise quickly gave way to embarrassment, but both reactions were overcome by a screeching lust that ripped through the bottom-heavy hunk as soon as he laid eyes on the other man.  It didn’t matter that he’d seen Nick clad in gym shorts and a muscle shirt countless times before; one look at his friend’s furry bulk and it was all the altered man could do to keep from begging the raven-haired stud to take him right then and there.  His eyes locked in on the outline of his friend’s cock beneath the mesh fabric and Brandon bit back a groan, his mouth watering and his swaying snake remaining limp despite the throb that pulsed through him.  “Nick?  What...what are you doing here?”

“I thought the candle should’ve kicked in by now.  Gotta be honest, I didn’t know if any of it was real, but…” the raven-haired man broke off in a whistle, his eyes traveling up and down Brandon’s new hourglass frame.

“Wait...you...you knew the candle would…?  You did this?  What the hell?!”  Brandon wanted to scream and throw himself at the other man in a frenzy, but if he so much as moved he knew he’d follow through on the kind of frenzy he was trying desperately to resist.

The brawny man raised his hands in surrender, a sympathetic smile on his square face.  “I know you’re freaked out now, but trust me.  You’ll be thanking me for this.”

“Thanking you?!  Look at me!  I’m a fucking freak!”  Brandon spread his arms wide, the lingering elastic waist of the tattered briefs accentuating the way his ripped stomach pinched inward before erupting outward again.  “My dick doesn’t even work!” he cried, wagging his hips to let the dangling organ sway from behind the red scraps of the torn pouch.

“Freak?  Not even close,” Nick said, stepping forward.  “You’re fuckin’ hotter than ever, bro.  Just look at this shit.”  Brandon gasped when his friend reached down and grabbed the elastic band, tearing it and the remaining briefs free.  “And your dick still works...just not the same way.”

“MMmmhhnnn…” Brandon moaned as Nick’s rugged hand closed around his impressive cock and started tugging.  He felt like he should pull away but at the moment it was the last thing he wanted, and though he didn’t harden, the whimpering brunette was at least a little relieved at the waves of pleasure the stroking brought.  “But...but what…” he finally sputtered, staring wide eyed as he watched Nick tug away at him.  “Why?”

The burly man’s pecs bounced when he shrugged.  “I mean, I thought it would be pretty obvious.  All that time we spend together?  You really didn’t know?”

“Know what?  That you lied to me and turned me into...this?!”  Brandon’s anger was trying to resurface, but his friend’s stroking hand kept pulling it back under.

“I didn’t lie.  I told you the candle was an aphrodisiac, which, obviously,” Nick grinned.  “And I told you it would lead to the best sex of your life, which, again…” He let go and reached around with a cum-slick hand, slipping a pair of stubby fingers into Brandon’s deep new valley.  The lean pretty-boy went up on his toes, a high pitched whimper falling out when his jaw dropped.  “See?  And we haven’t even done anything yet.”

“GGGGuuUUUhhHHNN…!”  Brandon’s eyes rolled back when Nick’s fingers slipped inside, his tight, starving hole sucking them in and holding fast like a third hand.  He didn’t fight when his friend gently turned him around, instead eagerly bending over against the back of the couch to provide easier access.  His defined frame spasmed as the big man worked the digits in deeper, and Brandon didn’t understand why the knowledge that he was getting fingered by Nick felt more exciting than embarrassing.  “Fuh...fuck that’s...that’s good…” he grunted, arching his back.  “But...how does a candle do...this?”

Nick’s voice was a deep rumble as he leaned in close.  “I don’t know all the specifics, just that it wasn’t wax you were burning when you lit it.  They didn’t tell me what it was, and they weren’t really open to a lot of questions.  They were kind of terrifying, actually.  I mean, look at what they can do,” he laughed, running his free hand up and down Brandon’s back.  “Whatever the candle’s made of apparently opens some kind of door?  Again, to where, exactly, I have no idea.  Only that something comes through.  As long as the candle’s burning it...eats?” he hesitated, before nodding and continuing.  “It eats parts of the old you, letting something new take its place.  Once the flame goes out the door closes, but, as you can see, they’ve got it down to a science.  Light the candle, eat away that straight little bubble butt of yours, and pull something new down in its place.  They had candles for all sorts of things, stuff you can’t even imagine.  I’m a sucker for that thicc, though, so I thought this was the best way to go.”

Brandon didn’t know what to say.  He’d only half-heard what Nick said through the agonizing ecstasy coursing through him.  He still had a hard time believing that something so arcane could be possible, but the end results were hard to argue with.  If something really had been eating away at the old version of himself it would explain the strange fantasies and the confusing attraction he’d started to feel, and while the physical manifestations of his “new” self were obvious, Brandon couldn’t help but wonder what else remained to be discovered.  “I still don’t...understand...why...me…”

“Because I got tired of watching you waste your potential,” Nick said as he pulled his fingers free.  “I watched you hook up with random girl after random girl only to then listen to you complain about how bored you were by it all.  And the whole time you were completely oblivious to how I felt about you.”

“I didn’t...I didn’t even know you were gay, man,” Brandon said, his voice sounding pained by the absence at his rear.  “I mean, I’m not...but I…”

“You mean you weren’t,” Nick interrupted, peeling out of his muscle shirt.  He watched Brandon’s eyes go wide at the sight of his granite torso with it’s raven coating, loving the look of hunger that blazed in his friend’s blue eyes.  “I think things have changed, yeah?”

Brandon swallowed hard and was nodding before he even realized it.  A part of him questioned why he was so easily accepting such a drastic admission, but mostly he just wanted to tear the rest of Nick’s clothes off.  “This feels so weird,” he gasped, still unaccustomed to the way his altered body moved when he turned around and bumped his fattened cheeks against the couch.  Though they stood the same height, Nick seemed to tower over him as he squirmed naked beneath his friend’s penetrating gaze.  He knew he should be furious, or terrified, or both, but all he felt in the other man’s presence was a contented thrill.

“That’ll pass,” Nick said, reaching out to stroke a hand through Brandon’s soft brown hair.

The smaller man shivered and stepped close, a hand reaching up to rest on one of his friend’s prominent pecs.  “You...you said it made way for a ‘new’ me.  What else did it do?”

“Nothing much.  Just greased the wheels, really.  I knew the old you would be mortified at lugging that thing around, so it should have set those new inhibitions real low.  And, horny as you are now, I figured you didn’t want to walk around hard all the time, so it fixed that.  I thought about something that would make the big guy real little, but it just looks so good,” Nick purred, hefting Brandon’s limp showpiece.  He leaned in and kissed his friend’s forehead, interrupting him when the other man started to speak.  “Like I said...you’re not going to regret the change,” he whispered.

Brandon was ready to put that to the test.  His toned chest heaved, the dam of his control finally breaking from the proximity of Nick’s exposed muscle.  He reached forward, slipping his hands into his friend’s shorts and groping along the hairy bulk underneath as he pushed them down.  There was a twinge of jealousy when Nick’s stout, rigid cock sprang free, but it only lasted as long as it took for Brandon to wrap a hand around it.  He gasped, surprised at how much he enjoyed the sensation of a warm cock in his hand as he greased the pole with the copious emissions that were once again churning from his own dangling faucet.

There weren’t any words.  After a brief, rough kiss Brandon was spun back around and pushed forward, his vision going white when Nick thrust inside.  The penetration surprisingly didn’t hurt, but the intensity of the bliss was more than the bottom-heavy man’s nervous system could process.  It was like being reborn, a spiritual nirvana that sent Brandon reeling into his new role as an eager, cock-hungry power-bottom.  He felt the splinters of his old life bite at him along the way, but as he came to, rolling his hips in time with Nick’s thrusting, he knew it wouldn’t take long for them to be worn down and smoothed out through repetition.  The sensation of his friend’s hard, hairy muscle pressing against him, the exaggerated clapping of his fat globes, and the wild swaying of his soft hose all combined to leave him riding a kind of high he’d never felt before.

As promised, the thought of himself walking down the street with his impossible ass swaying prominently for all to see didn’t leave him humiliated, but excited.  It didn’t feel any different than when he’d worn form-fitting clothes before, and if anything the thought only left him eager to take his new proportions for a spin in public.  Jogging and the gym would be vastly different experiences, everything would, and Brandon couldn’t wait to give it all a try.  He thought about what he’d look like at the office, his slim shirts tucked into custom-tailored pants that strained around his bouncing pumpkins, and whether or not the real Carson would be as eager as his fantasy counterpart.  The same went for Anton, and any of the other guys who would undoubtedly stare when Brandon lingered naked in the locker room.

“So...was I...wrong…” Nick grunted, his hands feeling huge on Brandon’s chest as he held his friend’s spasming body upright.

“Nuuhh...no...not at...aaalllluhh…” Brandon sputtered, feeling like his body was beginning to melt.  He was inches away from the edge, and he had no idea what was going to happen when he fell over.  He’d never felt anything like it, and even if he’d been able to muster some anger, he doubted that it would still be around.  Regardless of the source, his definition of pleasure had just been expanded and rewritten, the bar now well above anything his old self could have reached.

If Nick hadn’t been holding him up, Brandon would have hit the ground when he came moments later.  He let out a slow-growing howl that shook the walls, his cock not erupting the way it used to but pouring like a spigot that had been cranked to maximum volume.  It was all so intense that he barely even registered the warm spurts hitting his insides when Nick quickly followed suit, though the aching emptiness immediately caught his attention as soon as the other man pulled out.

“Money well spent,” Nick sighed, pulling Brandon in for a longer kiss.  He smiled when they broke it off, his hands clutching his friend’s pillowy rear.  “I should probably tell you your date’s not coming.  I texted her from your phone when I got here and canceled.  Didn’t think you’d mind.”

Brandon could only grin back, still too dazed to muster more of a response.  One of those splinters jabbed into him, telling him he should be bothered that the thought of a woman didn’t turn him on in the least, but he ignored it.  A woman couldn’t do to him what Nick just had, and getting more of that was his only concern at the moment.  He took a deep breath, the overwhelming peach scent now twinged with a musky undercurrent, and leaned in for another kiss.