Fruiting Bodies, ch. 5 (Patreon)

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Franco had never felt better.  Watching his thick, rigid log glide through the violet fur on Agustín’s oversized pecs pushed him over the edge like nothing before.  He couldn’t take his eyes off the heaping, muscled mounds.  He didn’t want to.  He loved the look of pure ecstasy on his shorter friend’s face, and he loved the sensation of the other man writhing between his toned thighs, but all Franco really wanted to do was squeeze and knead the hairy mountains as he thrust between them.  He still knew on some level that his friend’s altered appearance meant Agustín must have been exposed to the strange substances the others had been dealing with for the last few days, as well as all that implied, but absent was any concern the knowledge should have brought.  The top-heavy little man seemed perfectly content with his situation, and all that mattered to Franco was the soft, luscious fur caressing his aching member.

He was also dimly aware that his own behavior under the circumstances was odd, but considering what they’d all been up to the last few days tit-fucking his friend was hardly the strangest thing he’d done.  Agustín seemed to need more than want it, and the taller man had an almost irresistible impulse to help the other man out.

“Guuhh…goddamn…Franco…” Agustín sputtered, wiping the glistening layer of cum from his face.  The taller man had blown three times, but his magic muscle tits somehow kept the sticky explosions coming.  He reached up and palmed his friend’s round, modest rear, grinning at the dazed-yet-determined expression on Franco’s sharp features.  “This feels incredible.”

“I…I know…” the lean hunk stammered, letting go of Agustín’s pecs and folding his toned arms behind his head.  His tapering abs flexed as he bucked his hips with an increased fervor before erupting into the prone man’s face once more.  “Fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned, his much smaller chest heaving.  He blinked and shook his head, the glassy look fading slightly from his wide eyes.  “Do you…do you want to keep going?”

Agustín stretched like a cat, licking the cum from around his lips as he gently slipped from between Franco’s legs and sat up.  There was a heavy shifting sensation when his impossible new shelf resumed its fight against gravity, and he gave a quiet gasp when Franco’s fingers reached out to begin stroking through the purple pelt.  The spent, naked studs sat on the floor in silence for a moment, gazing and grinning at each other while they caught their breath.  “I do…but I’d rather you join us first,” he said, running a hand along his friend’s muscled thigh before lumbering to his feet.

“Join?  What do you mean,” Franco asked, his eyes once again zeroing in on the jutting shelf as Agustín spoke.

The short stud ran a finger through his sensitive new forest, his other hand reaching down to stroke Franco’s hair.  “Tom and Will were right.  I don’t know how to explain it, but, weird as this is?  It’s not scary.  Like, at all,” he said, looking down at his obscuring mountains with a short laugh.  “I mean, look at me!  This is so crazy!  And it feels even crazier, but all I can think about is how big it is.”

Franco climbed to his feet, reluctantly giving up the view of Agustín’s jutting shelf towering over him, though he was just as happy with his top-down perspective of the disproportionate mounds.  “How big what is?”

“All of it.  Everything.  It’s like I’m here with you on the boat, but a part of me is everywhere else all at once.  Remember that time João made us drink that tea with him?  And you kept insisting you could feel the planet spinning?  It’s like that, only not so overwhelming.  It’s…comforting?”  Augstin put his hands on his friend’s tight waist, his altered chest lightly brushing against him.  “I know it’s hard to picture from where you’re standing.  I don’t know if I would’ve believed it either until it happened to me, but I want this for you, man.  I want you to feel this connection.  We’ve been on a lot of weird jobs and done a lot of strange shit for Ethan, but this might be the best payout yet.”

Franco was torn.  He wanted nothing more than to do whatever the gorgeous little hunk asked him to, yet the thought of warping his body was terrifying.  He’d never been overly vain about his lean, swimmer’s build and handsome features, but he’d never thought pondered potentially losing them, either.  “I…I don’t know,” he stammered, wishing his head would stop spinning.  Agustín’s argument seemed entirely sincere, and it echoed what Will and Tom had said, but he had no way of knowing for sure.  “It seems scary.”

“I know, I know,” the shorter man said, his tone gentle.  “That goes away quick.  And it’s much, much scarier to think about how alone I was before this.  How alone YOU are right now.  But you don’t have to be.  Man…how many trips have we been on together?  Don’t bail on me now.”

Franco nodded.  He still wasn’t convinced, but that no longer mattered.  The thought of leaving his friend, or being left behind by the other man and his beautiful chest, was suddenly more than he could bear.  Agustín wanted him to come along, so that’s what he’d do.  “How do I…?”

Agustín already had a jar in his hand.  He unscrewed the lid and pulled out a tiny mushroom Will had taken from a cluster at the base of one of the towering fungi.  It was small, only a pair of inches in length at most, the flesh a mottled mix of sea foam green and vermillion orange.  It emitted a musky, earthy scent as he raised it to Franco’s lips.  “Just swallow this.”

The taller man hesitated.  “But how do I know what it’ll…” he was cut off when his friend pushed the mushroom through his moving lips, a surprisingly sweet juice filling his mouth as he instinctively bit down on it.

“There aren’t any wrong choices,” Agustín whispered, taking a step back.

Franco already knew that to be true.  There’d only been a single, blessedly brief moment of dread when his body began to quiver and tingle before that icy fear was smothered by the warmth of his growing connection.  Like strands of LEDs twinkling to life in the darkness, Franco began to feel, he could practically see, the interwoven threads surrounding him.  His body hummed with the shared afterglow that Agustín currently felt, and both Will and Tom stood out like burning flares on the other side of the yacht.  No mere walls could keep them apart anymore, nor sand, nor ocean nor stone.  He became aware of the strands burrowing out from the cave, stretching far and deep as they laced their way through the eons, the subterranean jungle itself smoldering like a well-tended furnace.  The heat wasn’t painful or overwhelming but was as comforting as Agustín promised, holding him like a warm, safe blanket while his consciousness expanded.  Time and space peeled away, and for just an instant Franco felt the full weight and cosmic size of his new connection before his attention was pulled back to the material plane.

“HHNNGG!”  He grunted, an aching throb pulsing through him as his body began to expand.  Unlike his friend’s chest the growth appeared to be taking place all over, and it quickly became apparent that this was no repeat of Will’s expanding rotundity.  Franco wasn’t losing any definition as he grew, but was gaining it.  His lean muscle thickened and swelled, standing apart from each other in striated groupings that became more prominent with each heaving breath.  In a matter of moments his toned, athletic build had been engulfed by an onslaught of chiseled muscle, leaving him with the broad, strapping physique of a stage-ready bodybuilder.  “Ho…holy…is this…meeeEEEOOHHH!”  The budding Adonis broke off in a guttural moan when he flexed, the dynamic tension bringing with it an unexpectedly familiar throb.  Merely raising his massive new arms and breaking into a double-bicep pose made him feel as if he’d just buried himself to the hilt somewhere tight, moist and warm, a scenario that would soon become problematic as he looked down.  “Fuck!  Agustín…what…why is my dick shrinking…” he choked, his eyes going wide when they saw the thinner, five-inch rod that poked out in place of his seven-inch club.  Surrounded by the new bulk it looked even smaller, and continued to do so as it dwindled before Franco’s stunned eyes.  The now-hulking hunk reached for it, his inflated hand easily swallowing the petite new package as it settled at its new size, now no larger than the tiny mushroom that had started all this.  What’s more, as he groped himself in shock, the sensation elicited none of the pleasure that it should.  He could feel it, but it was no different than if he’d been tugging on a finger.  The rest of his body, however, was on fire.  Each writhing muscle that flexed and rubbed against another sent wave after wave of knee-weakening ecstasy rocketing through him, and it wasn’t long before his diminished package was forgotten entirely as he stood whimpering and flexing awkwardly.

Agustín stepped forward, reaching up to squeeze each of Franco’s flexed, piston arms.  “You’re magnificent.”

His impressed sigh was drowned out by the other man’s howl.  “NNGGHH…my…my whole body feels like…this is incredible…oh god…” he whimpered, his addled mind racing to catch up.  Though he had to twist and strain to see his shrunken, lifeless cock at all, he realized that the sensations he’d feared lost had simply relocated, now sparking to life whenever he engaged his impossibly acquired bulk.  Flexing his inflated arms, chest, abs and legs all at once felt like his whole body had been turned into a massive cock that was being blissfully jerked off from head to toe.  And even when he wasn’t actively flexing, merely squeezing or rubbing the ample flesh was enough to send a shiver down his spine.  “You…were right…this is…wonderful…” he gasped, feeling none of the terror he thought he would.  He had a pointlessly small dick and a bloated body that jerked itself off simply by moving, but instead of panic all he felt was an eager joy.  He raised his arms and flexed as Agustín stepped forward and embraced him, pressing their inflated chests together.  Franco’s sculpted shelf still wasn’t as big as his shorter friend’s but had still become just as sensitive in its own way.  “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuuuuuck,” he moaned, flexing and squirming in his friend’s arms.  He could feel himself approaching whatever his new climax would look like, and he wasn’t prepared when he finally fell over the edge.  He let out a deep groan, his every muscle going tense at once as his untouched nub spurted over and over for what felt like minutes.  Despite its small size the petite organ kept pumping out load after load, as if each of Franco’s individual new muscles required its own emission.

The experience was all encompassing, pushing well beyond the swollen stud’s limit of endurance.  He didn’t pass out, but Franco’s vision went white, his entire awareness reduced to the warm, steady hum from the nearby cave and the continual waves of bliss washing over him.

When it finally passed, the slack-jawed giant found himself blinking in a daze at a shocked Dave and Tyler standing in the doorway.  Behind them, Will’s grinning, rotund frame was thick and jiggling while Tom’s strapping bulk now seemed to match his own.  Agustín stood next to him, helping him stay upright while the group gawked back and forth between the shorter man’s altered chest and his own shrunken package.

“Oh, uh, hey,” he panted, a bashful smile on his face.

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“So should we just get it over with,” Tyler asked, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the cave in the distance.  Even in the bright moonlight it was barely visible from his vantage point on the deck, but the blonde could feel it lying in wait.  It wasn’t the satisfying contentment his friends described either, but the sensation of a predator waiting to pounce.

“Of…course not…” Dave said between the bobs of his head as he swallowed the entirety of his lover’s stout cock.  After a few quick flicks of his tongue he let it go entirely and looked up from his kneeling position.  He knew they shouldn’t be naked on the deck as they were, nor should he be openly blowing his boyfriend, but that knowledge was powerless in the face of their growing desires.  The hazy lust that had settled over all of them since arriving at the atoll had become more intense with each of the group’s strange transformations, obliterating what little remained of their inhibitions.  Dave knew it was happening, he could feel his reserved modesty being chipped away piece by piece, but it was all he could do to recognize it, let alone stop it.

“Babe, look around.  It’s inevitable,” Tyler said, turning the dark-haired man’s head towards their friends at the other end of the deck.  It was a scene of carnal frenzy.  Agustín was prone on one of the loungers with Tom straddling his midsection, only now the burly brunette’s bulk had been swapped out for a lithe, slender frame with a cock like a third arm.  It was big enough that the former football star was able to wedge it between Agustín’s altered pecs while he writhed impaled on the top-heavy hunks own impressive pole, locking them in a lustful circuit.  Nearby, Will and Franco squirmed together on the ground, one’s frame massive and yielding while the other’s was massive and hard, a pile of undulating flesh that howled like ecstasy personified.  “Gotta be honest…they almost have me convinced it’s not that bad.”

“No, hon, I told you…we’re still going to figure this out,” Dave sputtered, sounding more like a broken record than someone who actually felt the conviction of his words.  “Ethan should be here in a day or so and once he gets here we can…”

“Dave.  Think about what you’re doing right now,” Tyler said with a sympathetic grin.  “I’m not complaining, but come on.”

The lean brunette blushed when he finally registered the digit poking against his hole.  He’d already been jerking himself off, but at some point while they were talking he’d reached around to begin fingering his perky bubble.  It was completely unlike him.  Even when it was just the two of them he’d never put on such a display, but now he couldn’t help himself.  He looked up at Tyler with pleading eyes, fighting the urge to lean forward and begin working the blonde’s cock again.  “This is just…we’re dealing with an unknown element that we weren’t prepared for.  Once we get some help we can flush our systems and sort this all out,” he said, trying to distract himself from his missing humiliation.

“Even if I trusted Ethan, I don’t think we’re going to make it another day as we are,” Tyler shrugged, shaking his head when Dave started to speak.  “That’s not me being pessimistic.  I’m being practical.  Whatever this is can clearly influence our behavior, so it’s only a matter of time before it starts making decisions for us.  If it hasn’t already,” he said, nodding over at Franco.  “I still don’t believe he willingly went along with something like that.

“What other op…options do we have…” Dave stuttered, his rooting fingers hitting a sweet spot.  Instead of being embarrassed at Tyler watching him, he was overcome with the strange hope that the others were watching as well.  “If you’re right about them knowing what we were walking into, it doesn’t change the fact that we still can’t get ourselves out of it.”

The blonde nodded, sighing softly when Dave leaned forward and swallowed him again.  “You’re right…but maybe it’s better if we throw ourselves to the lions instead of letting them toss us off the railing?”

Dave huffed around the invading cock, too overwhelmed to argue.  He was filled with a hideous contentment that made even contemplating resistance difficult, and on top of that there was a growing sense that he and Tyler were missing out on something wondrous.  His rational brain told him that wasn’t the case, that his friends’ perceptions were clearly being skewed by the chemical forces at work, but he could feel the rest of himself starting to slip.  He kept saying the same thing, that they’d figure it out and be okay in the end, over and over in an attempt to convince himself to no avail.  He knew Tyler was right.  He was blowing a man while jerking off and fingering himself, and no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise he knew he’d still have been doing it even if there were a hundred people there to see it happen.  Despite his outward calm he didn’t trust Ethan either, and he knew there was no outcome that didn’t involve the two of them joining the ranks of the others.  The only question was when and how that happened.  “HuuUUHHhnn…” he grunted, wide-eyed, going up on his knees when he locked in on the sweet spot he’d brushed against before.

“I’m at least glad we held out this long,” Tyler said, sounding wistful.  He stroked Dave’s hair as he watched the other man go at himself, his slight grin a contrast to the sad look in his eyes.  “No matter how we end up, I’m happy that I got to see this version of you loosen up a little.”  Dave could only whimper up at the blonde, his squirming becoming desperate.  He knew once he blew his load his remaining resistance would go with it, and he was trying to hold it in for as long as he could.  “But, listen…I promise I’m going to be just as excited to meet the new you when this is all over.”

Dave shuddered, his fat log exploding in his hand.  He threw his face forward until Tyler’s cock wedged against the back of his throat, breathing in the blonde’s musky bush while he sprayed.  It would be time for them to take the plunge soon enough, and he wanted to enjoy things the way they were one last time.