Fruiting Bodies, Interlude 1: Spore G+ (Patreon)

“You’re actually taking that Spore shit?”  Aaron eyed the slim blister pack on Donny’s counter.  There was one capsule left, its blue, opaque bottom half adorned with a stylized “G+” while the clear top half showed the greenish brown powder inside.

Donny flexed a steely arm, the lean, ample muscle separating into distinct groupings.  “It doesn’t show?”  He nodded down at his bare torso, and the precision-crafted pecs that hung above a perfectly tapered washboard.

“Not really, no,” Aaron laughed, flexing an arm that was twice as large as his chocolate-haired friend.  Where Donny was cut and toned, the burly blonde was thick with the excessive meat he’d acquired on his never-ending journey for size.  “Doesn’t it freak you out?  Isn’t it like weird, overpriced mushrooms or something?”

“This from the bitch who’s constantly cycling?”  Donny popped the last capsule free, giving Aaron a view of his muscled back and surprisingly thick rear as he turned and reached up into a cabinet for a glass.  He downed the pill with the same methodical movement, letting Aaron drink in the sight of his ripped obliques and the stuffed bulge in his tiny red briefs.  The towering blonde liked to give him a hard time for not being as big as he was, but Donny had spent the previous evening experiencing firsthand just how satisfied Aaron was with his athletic build.  “I’ll stick with the natural alternative, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, and I’ll stick with what works,” the bigger man scoffed.

“But that’s the problem with steroids, isn’t it?  Things working,” Donny purred as he reached out to slip a hand down the front of Aaron’s boxer briefs.

“I haven’t heard any complaints so far,” the bigger blonde said, wrapping a thick arm around the tanned brunette and pulling him in for a kiss.

Donny eagerly returned the gesture, sliding his hands around to grip the other man’s mountainous rear.  “Nor will you,” he winked when Aaron broke off the kiss and let him go.  “You’ve got the meathead thing locked down, babe.  I’m not trying to get to your size, you know that.”

“But you cooouuuuuld,” Aaron whined, running a hand over his short-cropped scalp.  Like the rest of the broad frame they were attached to, his features were more rugged than refined, the intimidatingly sharp face a perfect complement to his intimidating bulk.  “You’d look so hot.”

Donny folded his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.  “What exactly are you trying to say?  I thought we’d established a solid Beauty and the Beast dynamic here.”  He wasn’t actually mad, but he wanted to make Aaron squirm.  They were both well aware that Donny was perfectly content at his current size and with his youthful, boy-next-door features.

“I’m not telling you how pretty you are again,” Aaron sighed.  “You know what I mean.”

“I do.  And this,” Donny said, holding up the empty Spore package, “was the compromise.  You’re being hasty…it’s a one-week course of pills, but the box very clearly stated that the results could take a bit to show up.  Give it some time to kick in.”

Aaron rolled his eyes but relented.  “Fine.  I still think you overpaid for some freeze-dried mushroom powder.”

“And you can keep thinking that back at your place.  I’ve got a meeting in half an hour that I need to get ready and signed in for.”  Donny rubbed the bigger man’s muscle gut on his way to the coffee maker, motioning around the tiny apartment with his other hand.  “I don’t need you underwear-bombing me in the background again.  Thank god it was only a one-on-one with Steve when that happened.”

“They should be so lucky,” Aaron smirked, tousling Donny’s hair.  “My last client is due at the gym at six…want me to come by after?”

“You can see how jacked I’ve gotten by then,” Donny smirked, giving the bigger man another quick peck as he handed him a tumbler full of coffee.  “But seriously, get out.”

“Okay, geez, I’m going, I’m going,” Aaron laughed, lumbering out of the kitchen to begin gathering his clothes.  Donny watched for a moment, loving the sight of the other man’s beefy bulk and barely resisting the urge to drag the mountainous meathead back to bed.  He told himself there would be time enough for that later as he washed his face and fixed his hair before donning a slim button-down that showed off his athletic torso.  Since it was just a video conference he kept his lower half bare save for the briefs, earning himself one last hungry stare from Aaron at the way the fitted shirt bunched on his perky bubble.  He posed for a quick picture as the other man left, managing to pull out his laptop just in time for the start of his meeting.

It was torturous.  Donny didn’t mind working from home, but attending a three-hour quarterly update via video conference was its own special kind of hell.  His thoughts drifted immediately, lingering at first on the pleasant memories of Aaron’s thick frame looming above while the burly blonde hammered into him like a piledriver.  He loved the way the other man’s plump pecs bounced with each thrust, and the contrast between the smooth, soft skin and the rock-hard muscle underneath.  He tried to picture himself at that size, wondering what it would feel like to be carrying around that much flesh and to be bigger than everyone else in the room.

It was a fun fantasy, and Donny wouldn’t mind a few extra pounds of lean bulk if it would make Aaron happy, but overall he was perfectly content with his current build.  He mostly hoped the Spore supplement would work because if it didn’t he’d never hear the end of it.  Aaron wasn’t wrong to argue over the price, the trendy pills were going for an astronomical rate, but everything Donny had read about Spore and the company that produced it was positive.  Across the board the results seemed almost magical, with people raving about how happy they were.  It sounded too good to be true, but since Donny could afford it he didn’t see the harm in trying.

So far, his own results were impressive.  Though Aaron gave him a hard time his definition had already improved, and his arms had clearly grown based on the way his fitted sleeves now strained around them.  They were extra tight at the moment, and it was at the halfway point of the meeting that Donny realized they seemed to be getting tighter.  At first he thought it was just his imagination, but as he moved his arms he watched the stitching at the shoulders start to strain and pull apart.  As impossible as it should have been, his arms were growing.

Too stunned at first to do anything else, Donny just sat frozen in his chair, feeling the thin, constricting material grow tighter and tighter around his inflating arms.  He could actually see it happening on screen when he looked at the box that showed him sitting in his apartment, his trim torso starting to look abnormally small between the hefty limbs.  The growth encompassed from the tips of his thickening hands and forearms all the way up to his broadening shoulders but stopped there, leaving the rest of his lean frame unchanged.

The loud rip jarred Donny back to his senses when the sleeves finally gave up.  The material exploded off his expanding arms, exposing the sculpted pistons underneath.  The panicked brunette frantically reached for his laptop to turn off the video but instead batted the computer across the room when the unwieldy limbs refused to move in the way he expected.  They were heavy and cumbersome and becoming more so by the second, already reaching the size of Aaron’s meaty limbs while showing no signs of slowing down.

“What…what the fuck is this?!” Donny cried, staring in horror at the massive pistons jutting out of his tattered button-down.  The thickened, stubby fingers wouldn’t cooperate when trying to undo the buttons and Donny felt a surprising rush of power when he instead grabbed the collar and tore the shirt free as if it was made from tissue paper.  While he was relieved to find the rest of his shredded torso unchanged, his stomach dropped at the sight of his disproportionate build.  He somehow had the kind of overly built gorilla arms that Aaron strived for, but they looked photoshopped compared to the rest of his tapering, otherwise proportional body.  “Wait!  There…there was a number on the box for adverse reactions…” he finally stammered as he stumbled back into the kitchen.  The heavy, swaying weights on either side threw off his balance to a surprising degree, and even the simple act of reaching for the Spore package took all of his concentration.  Fortunately he was able to voice-activate his phone to call the customer service number, wondering the whole time why he wasn’t dialing 911.  The wait for someone to answer was as torturous as his meeting.  Though he was only on hold for a few minutes it seemed like an eternity as he pawed at himself with the bloated arms, feeling like a stranger was touching him.

“Thank you for calling Spore customer service, am I speaking with Donny?”

“Ye…yes!  Speaking,” Donny said, the man’s calm, cheerful tone a sharp contrast to his own panic.  He was so flustered that it didn’t immediately occur to him to question how they already knew his name.

“Great!  What can I assist you with today, Donny?”

“I…I know this sounds crazy, but I just finished a 7-day course of that Spore G+ supplement you guys put out…and this morning my…my arms started…growing!”  Donny felt ridiculous even saying it out loud.

“Enhanced muscle growth IS the purpose of that specific release,” the man said, his cheerful tone never wavering.  “Are you experiencing any adverse effects?”

“Yes!  Didn’t you hear me?!  My arms are huge!  JUST my arms!  I don’t know how this is even possible.  They were normal a couple hours ago and then all of a sudden they just…they just…but the rest of me is still the same and I…help!”

“Thank you for clarifying, and I’m sorry for any distress the situation has caused.  Unfortunately, transient spontaneous muscle growth is a possible side effect that could occur in a small number of users.  The growth will likely shift around to various parts of your body and could remain there for a few minutes or a few days.  As time goes on the pace of such movement should slow to a more predictable outcome.  However, while irreversible, the effects are perfectly safe and won’t cause any lasting harm.”

Donny couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  “Won’t cause…?  I LOOK LIKE A FREAK!  YOU PEOPLE CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THIS,” he roared, his anger preventing him from noticing the tingling in his legs.  It wasn’t until just before his briefs gave out that he realized his arms were more or less back to their previous size, while his toned thighs had ballooned to meaty trunks.  “Fuck!   What the fuck?!” he yelped, nearly falling over when the inflated pylons settled at their new size.  His ass had expanded into a pair of basketballs and his thighs had widened to the point that they pressed together nearly to his knees, thrusting his now small-by-comparison package forward.  It happened much faster than the growth at his arms and left him looking more disproportionate than ever.  “My…my legs just…my arms are back to normal but now my legs are huge!”

“That’s to be expected.  I understand how upsetting this is, but, as I said, the growth should settle for longer periods in just a few days.  Because of the…extreme…nature of this side effect, let me elevate the matter to my supervisor.  Please hold.”

Donny barely heard what the man said.  He was too busy prodding the granite pillars that had replaced his legs and gawking at the literal shelf of an ass jutting off his lower back.  He had no idea what he was going to do if he actually was stuck in such a state and the mere thought left him on the verge of passing out from panic.

“Thank you for holding, Donny.  I was able to speak with my supervisor and they bumped your case over to our corrections department.  Any moment now you should begin to experience some relief.”

Donny gasped.  The man had barely finished speaking when, all at once, the encompassing dread melted away.  He swayed on his feet again, this time from the wave of dizziness that washed over him as his reeling mind hurried to fill the void left by the absent anxiety.  His cock rocketed to attention, and instead of being a horrifying sight, Donny let out a little giggle when he looked down at his oversized lower half.  “What…what just happened…”

“Ah, good!  I can tell by the sound of your voice that it kicked in already.  Like I mentioned, the physical effects are irreversible, but the corrections department is able to adjust how those effects are perceived.  They still might seem a bit ‘off’ to you for the next few days, but as far as everyone else is concerned there’s absolutely nothing out of the ordinary with your appearance.  In fact, you’ll find that most people will be quite taken with the results of your Spore journey.”  The man paused for a moment and Donny could hear him typing away on a keyboard.  “We understand these weren’t the results you’d hoped for, and that you’ll likely need to adjust your wardrobe to compensate, so I’ve refunded the cost of your G+ purchase as well as a little extra.  We’re also overnighting you some Spore athleisure in various sizes to help bridge the gap in the meantime.  Was there anything else I can help you with today, Donny?”

“Uh…no, I don’t…think so…” Donny mumbled, already having to fight to recognize that anything was wrong.  He still knew on an objective level that his body had just been impossibly warped, and would continue to do so, but he didn’t feel any of the fear or embarrassment that such knowledge should have brought.  Instead, his cock throbbed whenever he looked at himself, the sensation of his misappropriated muscle sending little darts of pleasure through him.

“Great!  Let me thank you again for your understanding and for being a Spore customer.  We hope you’ll keep us in mind for any and all of your future health needs.”

Donny numbly went through the follow up satisfaction survey when the man ended the call, unable to shake the contented haze.  He kept thinking he should be panicked and terrified, but all he felt was relaxed and more than a little turned on.  Even when he had the thought that his body would likely change shape again at any minute, he found himself looking forward to it, not dreading the results.

After a quick jerkoff session while he toyed with his ample rear in the mirror, Donny slipped into one of Aaron’s muscle shirts and lumbered back out to his makeshift desk in the corner of the living room.  He opened his laptop to a flurry of concerned messages from coworkers who’d seen him violently disappear from the meeting, but no one said anything about the way his arms had literally blown out of his shirt.  Likewise, when he had a follow up with his supervisor later that evening, his boss said nothing either about the draping muscle shirt he wore, or the way it suddenly strained around his neck-swallowing muscle-tits when his chest exploded with growth.  Donny nearly fell out of the chair when his trim abs ballooned into an oversized muscle gut beneath the heaping slap, but all he could do was grin at the toned, athletic limbs poking out from his bloated midsection.

He still sported the beefy torso when Aaron arrived shortly after.  The rugged blonde caught Donny waddling around the apartment clad only in one of his muscle shirts, and while the sight caused his wide jaw to drop, it wasn’t for the reason that the thickened man knew it should be.  “Holy shit, babe!  You look incredible,” Aaron gasped.  He darted over and slipped his hands up under the straining shirt, caressing Donny’s round, rock-hard belly before reaching up to give the plump mounds above a rough squeeze.

There was a part of Donny that wanted to scream, but all he could do was sigh and lean into the embrace.  The sensation of Aaron’s skin against his own was heightened, his inflated, nubby nipples acting as blissful lightning rods.  “I…I know, right,” he said, feeling like the words were wrong but not knowing what could take their place.

“I take it all back.  That shit was worth every penny,” Aaron purred, peeling the shirt off the other man so he could lean in and begin working one of the nipples with his tongue.  He drifted south, exploring every inch of his lover’s expansive midsection before dropping to his knees and swallowing the brunette’s obscured cock.  Donny lost sight of him as he couldn’t see over the combined mass of his chest and gut, at least not until his body shifted again and the meat flowed to his limbs once more.  This time the growth spread to both his arms and legs, leaving all four inflated, but not to the degree they’d experienced earlier.  Instead of reacting with shock or alarm at the sudden transition, Aaron only whimpered, his large hands reaching around to clutch the other man’s now-ample rear.  “Got any of that stuff left,” the slurping stud asked between long, slow licks of the other man’s oozing pole.  “Maybe I should give it a try after all.”

The faint alarm bell in Donny’s brain was overpowered by the sensation of Aaron’s strong fingers slipping between his now-heaping cakes to toy with his overly sensitive hole.  He felt like he was forgetting to tell his lover something important, but already the conversation with customer service was like a barely remembered dream.  “No, I took it all.  But we can always buy more.”

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Voting Options

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These  have less to do with specific changes and are more about which direction the story should go:

Option 1: Check in with Will and Tom and see how they’re adapting to things a few years down the road.

Option 2: Follow Ethan and learn more about the people pulling the strings behind the scenes at Spore.

Option 3: Stay with Tyler and Shawn as they report back to the Learned and begin to devise a plan.

Option 4: Head back to the atol to visit with Agustín and Franco and explore the setup and facilities at the cave.