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“You all need to understand who’s really at fault here.  I know you think I’M the monster, but it was your friend Nate who decided to involve you in this, not me.”  Isaac motioned to the strapping auburn-haired man, grinning at the tall hunk’s stricken expression.  The brawny bull stood opposite his three friends, looking small and powerless despite his imposing frame.  Under normal circumstances they were a quartet that turned heads wherever they went, a group of fit, strikingly handsome men used to getting their way.  Nate was the ringleader, a former jock who’d struck gold with a plush position in the tech industry, and they were his entourage, happy to ride the sculpted stud’s coattails and pick up the scraps he left behind.  He was supposed to be taking them all on a tropical vacation to celebrate a recent windfall, and while they could see a lush paradise through the floor-to-ceiling windows that surrounded them, it was clear that their plan to spend the time drinking and betting on who could hook up with the most local women had been derailed.

“Isaac…come on.  I’m the one you’re mad at.  Let them go and we can fix this,” Nate said, trying to keep his booming voice from shaking.  The thirty-year-old stood a towering 6’3” and weighed in at 270 pounds, making him three years older, six inches taller, and more than a hundred pounds heavier than his boss, but the wiry, bald young man’s presence was overwhelmingly intimidating.

Isaac rubbed the bridge of his sharp, prominent nose and shook his head.  “I actually double checked that.  Hence the whole ‘me not being a monster’ thing.  I wasn’t going to suck your handsome friends in as collateral damage just for the sake of cruelty.  Unfortunately, fellas, you know what they say about lying down with dogs,” he shrugged, eyeing the frozen trio.  The same technology that kept them standing in place would soon work further wonders, but for now Isaac enjoyed the unaltered view.

They really were a striking bunch: Troy, a chiseled, ebony-skinned Adonis with cheekbones that could cut glass, Pete, a charming blonde with an athletic, crossfit build, and Greg, a rugged brunette who’s bulky muscle sat squarely between the other two.  After Nate, Troy was the tallest, with Pete and Greg respectively falling a few inches shorter.  In their straining t-shirts, cotton joggers and sneakers they looked every bit the gym-going jocks they were, casually showing off their impressive physiques beneath the thin material.  Though he stood apart, the ample muscle of Nate’s torso strained against a tank-top while his powerful thighs filled a pair of chino shorts to capacity, his sharp, brooding features and short, cropped hair the cherry on top of a meathead sunday.  Isaac had always appreciated the way the broad jock showed off his prominent pecs, thick arms, and meaty rear while at the office, and he considered what was to come a silver lining for what he’d lost.

“But instead of fleas you’re getting a chance to experience some bleeding edge tech.  AND you still get a tropical vacation out of it.  See?  I’m not a monster,” he continued, motioning to the luxurious space around them.  It was a mix of mid-century and island cabana, with a peppering of sci-fi thrown in to keep things interesting.  All of the walls were floor-to-ceiling windows, the plush, tropical flowers in the rainforest outside acting as wallpaper for the side that didn’t look out on a stone-rimmed pool and the sparkling ocean beyond.  A tiki bar and lounge furniture sat at one end of the room, while an oversized King bed occupied the other, and outside by the pool, open to the patio, was a wide, rainfall showerhead.  It gave the impression of a honeymoon suite or poolhouse-turned-rental, a place that any of them would have been happy to bring a date, but not one that they were overly excited about sharing with three other men.  “As repayment for the money your friend stole from me, a situation of which you were all well aware, you can help beta test some new products,” Isaac said, gesturing around the well-appointed room.  Underneath the sleek furniture, and appearing in other seemingly random spots, the smooth, bamboo floor was marked by what appeared to be glowing discs.  “This studio is our most immersive environment yet.  Think ‘augmented reality’, but instead of being limited to a virtual setting we’ve created a system that will let you make actual, physical alterations.  Don’t like the couch?  Switch it up.”  Isaac pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times, causing the glowing disc under the couch to grow brighter as the sofa began to change.  It shimmered as if obscured by heat distortion before resettling in an entirely new shape and color.  “See?  And it’s all real,” the wiry man said, giving the altered couch a pat.  “This studio is filled with a microparticle nanite mist, allowing us to shape and create almost anything.  Furniture, walls, decorations…clothes…” he grinned, tapping his phone again.

There was a collective gasp as the four men found themselves suddenly naked.  There had been no disrobing; one moment they were fully clothed, and the next they were entirely bare.  “Fuck!  Where did our…how did you do that?!” Troy cried, his eyes wide as he looked at his naked friends.

Isaac beamed, his hungry eyes traveling over each of the naked hunks.  “We swapped out your original outfits for ones created by the mist when you were first brought here.  Just goes to show you how authentic these creations are.  You had no idea, did you?”

“Look, man, we’re sorry, okay?  Yeah, we knew what Nate was up to, but we didn’t realize how…big…all this was.  A guy as rich as you…we didn’t think you’d even notice,” Pete said, blushing as he felt the warm air on his dangling package.  He normally liked to show off his impressive body, but he’d never been forced to before.

“It’s all stocks and stuff anyway, right?  It’s not like it’s real money,” Greg added, puffing his plump, furry pecs reflexively.  He wished he could cover the fat log that hung between his bulky thighs, but his hands still wouldn’t respond.  “It sounded like, you know, a victimless crime or something…” He looked over at Nate, giving his friend’s naked muscle a once-over before seeing the taller man’s glaring expression that told him to stop talking.

Isaac walked over and gave Greg’s meaty chest a gentle pat, his tone alarmingly friendly.  “If it was just about the money I’d almost be inclined to agree with you.  Believe me, even I know I’ve got more of the stuff than I’ll ever, ever need.  That’s part of the reason I pay my people so well, as Nate here is aware,” Isaac sighed, turning his attention to the towering wall of muscle.  He ran a thin finger up the bigger man’s tapering side, tracing along the ample definition and under the hanging crest of the prominent pecs before letting it slide down the ripped washboard, stopping just above the trimmed, auburn bush that encircled the hunk’s surprisingly sub-par package.  It was the smallest of the bunch but appeared plenty eager as Isaac watched it twitch at his touch.  “The problem is that it WASN’T just money Nate stole.  Did your friend tell you he also sold the plans for this tech to our competitors?  Years of secret R&D flushed down the drain.  Just.  Like.  That,” Isaac said, prodding the bigger man’s chest in time with the words.  “It’s not going to be a total loss on our end, but pretty close.  Fortunately, timing is everything.  Yes, this is a major setback, but what you see around you was only the first phase.  Even Nate didn’t know about what we had planned next, which is where you all come in.  See, the microparticle mist is even more incredible than we anticipated.  Those tiny little computers can store sooooo much information,” Isaac grinned.  “Like human anatomy.  Not just bones and blood, but down to a cellular level.  It got us thinking…what if we could change a person the way we change a room?  Just think of the possibilities.”  The bald man laughed at the quartet of stricken expressions and waved a dismissive hand.  “Now, now.  It should, emphasis on should, be entirely painless.  And we’re not just going to jump right into the deep end either.  We’ll work our way up after we see if some of the more subtle programs are possible.  Some are already clearly working, as you all have likely figured out by now.  If you were wondering why you couldn’t move, it’s because you’ve been locked in place.”  Isaac turned his attention back to his phone as he continued speaking.  “There are a few other safeguards built in around aggression and attempts at escape that we’ll be monitoring, but why don’t we throw in something fun?  We’ve got the tropical setting for your vacation, and although we can’t provide the women you were expecting, we can provide an alternative.”

Instead of gasps, a series of surprised grunts bounced around the room when four cocks rocketed to attention.  Chiseled pecs began to heave as jaws dropped and stomachs fluttered while the group looked at each other like they were seeing their friends for the first time.  “What…what did you just do…” Pete asked quietly, his eyes darting between the naked studs.

Isaac shrugged.  “Nothing major, just switched your orientation from very straight, to very, very gay.  Since you were looking forward to all that hooking up we made sure to rev those libidos, too.  There are a few other surprises thrown in there, but I’ll let you discover those on your own.”

“You can’t just do this to people,” Troy barked, his aching club a contrast to his angry tone.  “Report us to the cops or sue us or something, but you can’t just…”

“I think you’ll find that we can,” Isaac interrupted, his tone going hard before he shook his head and smiled again.  “But that’s not the mood, is it?  I know this is jarring.  I do.  And I’ll be honest with you all and let you know now that there will be more jarring things to come.  But in the end I’m confident that everyone will be content with how things shake out.  Let’s just enjoy the ride, right?  Now…let’s talk wardrobe.  Remember, you’ve got your own private beach to take advantage of, so do you want swimwear that provides no coverage, minor coverage, modest coverage, or major coverage?”  He smiled politely as the stunned men stared at him in silence.  “No, see, this is the part where you answer the question,” he laughed, turning to Troy.  “We’ll start with you.”

“Uh…mo…modest, I guess,” the sculpted stud stammered.  His instinct had been to say major, but a voice in his head nudged him down a level, urging him to relax and enjoy himself.  He had nothing to hide, it whispered, and he shouldn’t be embarrassed, he should be proud to let the others see him in his glory.

Pete froze when Isaac looked up at him.  Like Troy his instinct was to say major, until an unexpected thrill shot through him at the thought of the others getting turned on by the sight of him.  In a flash he became hyper aware of their lingering eyes, his cock throbbing at the new exhibitionst desires smoldering in his core.  “None,” he said, looking surprised as the word fell out of his mouth.

It caused a domino effect in Greg’s addled brain.  The stocky stud was reeling, trying to catch up with what was happening while simultaneously trying to ignore how good it felt to be so bare and unencumbered.  He was confused and embarrassed, but beneath that was an eager thrill he hadn’t felt in years, a yearning to feel the sun on every inch of his body and to let himself give in to desire.  “Minor,” he said with a curt nod.

Though he didn’t know it, Nate was the only one whose reaction was unaltered.  “Major,” he spat, giving his friends, Pete especially, a puzzled look.  He’d expected them all to say the same thing, though he immediately regretted his decision when their new clothes apparated around them.

There was a light tingling sensation when tight, straining fabric appeared around Nate’s upper body, settling into place as what looked like a women’s one-piece bathing suit.  Thin straps stretched up over his cannonball shoulders, scooping low in front and behind to expose the majority of his meaty shelf and powerful upper back.  The tight material showed off the taper to his torso as it clung to his firm abs, giving a tantalizing hint of his obliques as the sides rose well above his waist, while the back was little more than a strap that disappeared between his meaty cheeks.  And though the front of the swimsuit had a pouch and was clearly cut for a man, Nate’s rigid cock still threatened to escape as it tented the straining confines.  Nor did the brawny man think there was anything “major” about the coverage it provided.  While it technically stretched across a large chunk of his body, the fact that it was made from a sheer, pink mesh that left his firm bulk plainly on display felt like a bait and switch.

The others fared little better, though they each seemed much happier with their respective decisions.  Troy gave only a quick, surprised yelp when a purple bikini bottom puffed into existence around his midsection.  It tied at the sides and his fat girder slipped out from the front, but the back panel at least provided slightly more coverage of his ample rear than Nate’s vanished string.  The same couldn’t be said for Greg, who blinked down in amazement as an elastic sleeve bearing a tropical print formed seemingly out of nowhere around his girthy package, leaving the rest of the beefy bear entirely exposed.  Having chosen nothing for himself, Pete simply watched the revealing garments appear on his friends, still confused but enjoying the way each article accentuated their fit bodies.

Isaac’s voice was chipper as he looked over the group.  “Good choices, all of you.  This looks like a good stopping point for today, so we’ll let you get settled in and…acclimated…with your new perspectives and then start on the rest tomorrow.”

“What do you mean ‘the rest’?  Isn’t this enough,” Nate growled, unable to help himself.  His wounded pride had gotten the better of both his fear and judgment as he blushed a shade that matched his revealing swimsuit.  “Bad enough you stripped us down and got us hot for each other.  What else are you going to ruin?”

“Ruin?  That’s all a matter of perspective,” Isaac shrugged.  “But if you want a taste now we can certainly arrange that.  Just pick one of your friends for me.”

Nate froze, the reality of what he’d just inadvertently done taking the wind out of his frustrated sails.  “Wait, no, I didn’t mean…”

Isaac shook his head, an impatient expression on his face as he tapped his phone again.  “Your voice is going to go up an octave every few seconds until you pick, so if I were you I’d make my mind up before we hit ‘helium’ territory.”

“What?!”  Nate’s eyes went wide when he heard the already-higher register to his normally deep, booming voice.  “Isaac, please, let’s just talk about this, okay?  Can’t we…we…” the strapping stud trailed off, his lightened tone now noticeably out of place compared to the rest of him.  “Fuck!  This is such bullshit,” he spat, practically a chirp.  “Fine!  Troy!”

“Hey!  What the hell, man?  Not me,” the dark-skinned hunk pleaded, but Isaac was already tapping away on his phone.  There was a tense moment of silence before Troy felt a slight buzzing at his chest, quickly followed by what should have been an impossible growth spurt.  His chiseled pecs swelled, then softened, transitioning from a granite shelf to a pair of heaping, supple tits.  Troy only had a moment to gawk at the smooth pillows and the size of his inflated nipples before a bikini top appeared out of thin air, matching his skimpy bottoms.

“Hey!  Look at that!  It works,” Isaac cheered, inspecting the mounds that hung in soft contrast to the rest of Troy’s rock-solid frame.

The bigger man shivered, his exposed log twitching when Isaac gave them a few tentative prods.  “You…this can’t be real…” he stammered.

The wiry man gave one of the yielding lumps a squeeze, eliciting a sharp gasp.  “Like I said, some of these…experiments…might seem jarring at first, but I think in the end you’ll find them quite enjoyable.  I mean, hell, you’re on vacation!  Just have fun with it, you know?”  With that, he gave the group a final, triumphant grin before waving and heading through one of the open walls.  “Enjoy the rest of your day.  We’ll pick things back up in the morning,” he called over a bony shoulder.

There was another tense pause as the group watched Isaac disappear into the dense jungle foliage up the trail.  Movement returned to their limbs as soon as he was out of sight, and Troy wasted no time bounding over to Nate.  He punched the stunned man in a broad shoulder, wincing at the way his altered chest bounced and shook with the motion.

“What the fuck, man?!  Look at me!  I’ve got fucking tits,” Troy roared, his large, gym-calloused hands hovering just above the newly acquired mounds.

“Sorry!  I’m sorry!  I panicked,” Nate said, his face going crimson at the soft, light tones spilling out of his mouth.  He reached up and rubbed his wide neck, clearing his throat to no avail.  “I mean, just listen to me.  You hear what he did to my voice, right?”

“Listening to you is what got us into this mess in the first place,” Pete sighed, trying, and failing, to keep his eyes off Troy’s warped chest.

“Yeah…seems like there’s maybe some details you were keeping from us,” Greg added, folding his beefy arms across his furry torso.  “You want to fill us in on how we got stuck on this fucked up Fantasy Island?”  He gave a quick pop of his hips to bounce his barely covered package for emphasis.

“Guys, I swear, I didn’t know…this…was even a possibility,” Nate said, motioning around the room before growing defensive again.  “But you all knew how I paid for the shit we do, so don’t start getting all high and mighty on me.  I didn’t hear any of you saying ‘maybe that’s not such a good idea’ before Troy got tits.”

“Amongst other things,” Pete cried, looking down at his naked frame and rigid cock.  “Didn’t think I’d be developing a taste for dick on this trip.”

Troy fought to keep himself calm as he spoke.  “Just…just tell me this can all be undone.  Whatever they filled us with can change us all back, right?”

“Theoretically,” Nate nodded.  He rubbed his throat again and jerked a thumb towards Troy’s tits, his expression hesitant.  “But this is all new to me.  I knew about things like this room and the augmented reality environment, not whatever the fuck they just did to our bodies.”

“So break it down for us…how do we get out of here,” Greg asked, fighting the growing urge to reach out and grip one of Troy’s ample, ebony globes.

“Yeah, you’re the one who works with him.  How far is he going to take this?”  Pete’s resistance wasn’t as strong as his stocky friend’s.  He reached up while he spoke and deftly untied the back of Troy’s new top, a smug grin on his face at the other man’s yelp.

“Hey!  Not cool, man,” Troy said, blushing when he squeezed his altered chest for the first time.  He instinctively reached for the top to hold it in place, sending an unexpected throb down his spine when his hands closed on the sensitive new mounds.  “Goddamn this feels weird…”

“Sorry, you know I can’t resist,” Pete shrugged.  “Tits are tits.”

“You sure you’re still into that,” Troy asked, forcing himself to hold onto the softened pecs.  His first reaction had been to yank his hands away from the unwanted alterations, but he was trying to adjust as quickly as he could.

“On you?  Yeah, apparently,” Pete said, reaching out once again.  This time he untied the side of Troy’s bottoms, earning another yelp in the process.

“Dude!  What is with you?!”  Troy didn’t know if he should cover his chest or his exposed package as the bottoms fell away.  “Can you please think with something other than your dick for five fucking seconds?”

The blonde hunk blinked, a light crimson creeping up his sharp cheeks as he seemingly became aware of his behavior for the first time.  “Shit…sorry, man.  I don’t know why I’m so…” he trailed off and looked down at himself for an extended moment before looking back up at his friends.  “It’s this urge all of a sudden.  I feel great like this, and I just want to get you guys in the same boat.  Is this…he said there were ‘other surprises’ that we’d discover.”

“That’s what I was going to say,” Nate continued.  “How far will Isaac take it?  I don’t know.  He clearly wants to make a point, and our best bet might be to just let him.  He can be real clever, but I’ve never seen him be a total monster to anyone.  I don’t think he’d actually hurt us over this, so maybe we ride it out?”

Greg nodded.  “I’ve been in a lotta trouble before.  Doubling down usually doesn’t end well.  We fucked up, he knows that WE know we fucked up, so the sooner we take our lumps the sooner we can get this over with.”

“Oh, great.  Let’s see how chill you all are when you’re the one with tits.  Or worse,” Troy sighed.

“Bro, where would we even go?  Look around.  We’re on an island.”  Pete walked through one of the open walls that faced the beach, stepping out onto the patio and squinting up at the bright sun overhead.  “See?  This is real out here, not some augmented bullshit.  What are we going to do?  Storm the house, overpower however many people are in there and steal a boat?  And then what?  You’d still have your tits and Nate would still sound like he hadn’t hit puberty yet.”  He walked back over to Troy and put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, the tips of their rigid clubs inches away from each other.  “We’re ALL in this, right?  We’ll figure it out.”

“And, hey, in the meantime at least Nate’s voice matches his little dick.”  Greg walked over and gave the towering stud’s cock a quick tug, jumping at the shrill bellow that followed.

“HOOIIIIEEEeehhh!”  Nate whimpered, his eyes wide and his face purple at both the volume and intensity of the outburst.

“Uh…what the fuck was that,” Troy asked with a short laugh as he reached out to do the same.

“EEEEeeeEEuuuUUNnhh…” Nate grunted, his high, cracking voice filling the cabana.  “GGuuuNNHHH…oh…oohHHHHHIIIEEE…” he moaned, a stunned look on his face as Troy continued tugging.

“Wooowwwww,” Pete laughed, taking up a spot on the groaning jock’s other side.  He slipped a hand beneath the sheer fabric and stroked along Nate’s abs, loving how the other man tensed and spasmed at his touch.  “I think this counts as one of the surprises.  Big guy’s a screamer now.”

“HHHIIIEEeeuhh…uh…oh goddddd…don’t…don’t stop,” Nate begged, his chirping voice a pained wail.  He was well aware of how he sounded and what he was saying, but he couldn’t stop himself.  As soon as Greg gave that first tug, everything else in his life became secondary to the overwhelming desire that surged forth.  He needed release and he needed these three to give it to him, whatever that took.

Troy sensed their position of power immediately.  He let go and stepped back, motioning for Pete to do the same.  “I don’t know.  That seems awfully generous of us considering the mess you’ve gotten us into.”

“Yeah, this should really be the other way arouooohhh…okay…” Greg gasped when Nate reached out, tore the pouch from his hefty equipment, and dropped to his knees to swallow it all in one quick motion.  He gave his friends a surprised look as the kneeling bruiser bobbed his head with abandon before reaching down to stroke his hand through Nate’s short, auburn hair.  “You guys def…definitely want to get in on this…”

Troy untied the other side of his bottoms and tossed them aside as he and Pete hurried over.  He reluctantly let the top go as well, his large hands kneading his altered chest while he batted his cock against the side of Nate’s face.  “You like that, big guy?”

“YUuuhh…yesss…oh god yeeesss…” Nate moaned, Greg’s cock slipping free as he turned and swallowed Troy’s.

“Good to knooohhh…oh…hey…” Troy stammered when Greg came around behind and began kneading his chest.  The sensation of the other man’s hairy muscle pressed against his back, and the thick cock wedged between them, sent an unexpected rush through him.  It felt good, better than anything he could recall in recent memory, and before he knew it he was squirming and writhing, working his ample rear back against his stocky friend while Nate slurped away.  “Oh…oh no…I think I found another one of those surpriIIIIIEEE…!”  The tall hunk gave a shriek of his own when he popped his hips and Greg slipped inside.  Instead of pain there was only bliss, an overwhelming ecstasy that pushed him over the edge like Nate.  With the kneeling man’s lips around his cock and with Greg both inside him and clutching his sensitive new chest, all Troy could do was whimper and spasm.  He gave Pete a desperate look while the other man watched and stroked, seemingly content to finish himself off as long as someone was there to witness it.

Unsurprisingly, Troy blew first.  He gave a pained cry and then launched a copious eruption down Nate’s throat, the warm fluid pushing the slurping stud over the edge.  In turn, the broad jock’s cock-muffled shriek combined with Troy’s spasming pulled Greg along with them, leaving Pete to finish things off by blasting all over the side of Nate’s face.

“Gggnn…goddamn…what did we just do…” Nate gasped, slowly coming to his senses.  Cum dripped down his cheeks and down his chin, and though he knew he should have been mortified, he’d never actually felt better.

“I get why people’d pay big money for this tech,” Greg sighed, giving a final pump before pulling out of his taller friend.  He gave Troy a quick kiss on the shoulder as he let go and stepped back, a dazed look on his face.

“You’re…you’re telling me,” Troy sputtered, his overloaded brain struggling to piece itself back together.  He was aware that he’d just been fucked by another man while having his tits worked over, all while one of his supposedly straight friends blew him, but it was more than he could process at once.

“Maybe this won’t be so bad after all,” Pete said as he pulled Nate to his feet.  He gave his friend’s cum-soaked cheek a lick and reached down to squeeze the bigger man’s softening equipment.  “I’m curious to see what we can get the big guy to do for us next time.”