Bath Bomb (Patreon)

Nick dozed in the ruddy water, the powdery, floral perfume working its way up his nose before falling down his spine as a pleasant shiver.  The smell had been overpowering at first but now it just reminded the muscled brunette of Nora.  Or, more specifically, all the things they’d done together, and to each other, in bed.  He missed the erotic adventures with his ex more than he did her as a person, but, as his aching cock would attest, at least he’d always have the memories.  Because of her kinky spirit he was still surprised that she’d been so upset when she found out about all the other girls he was hooking up with at the same time.  Nick thought they had an understanding, and he’d never intended to hurt anyone’s feelings, but he also wasn’t looking to be tied down.  He’d explained that, being a fit, handsome stud in his mid-twenties he was just in it for the fun, and that they could still hook up if Nora wanted to get weird, an invitation she quickly declined.

They hadn’t spoken since, though the athletic brunette still thought about her plenty while jerking off.  Normally he played the dominant role in bed, but with Nora things had been different.  She’d been the one to take charge, and despite her pale, slender frame, she’d been able to command his brawny frame in a way that made the jock ache just thinking about it.  He’d been tied up, handcuffed, bound on his knees, collared, and taken like he was nothing more than a living toy.  She’d made him be the one to do a striptease and then jerkoff while she watched.  She’d even eaten him out and fingered him until he came, his lengthy, oversized cock untouched by either of them the entire time, an experience that still left Nick confused by how good it had felt.  With the other girls it was always the same boring sex over and over, and in the few weeks that had passed since their fight Nick was starting to wonder if he’d made a mistake.

Finding one of Nora’s leftover bath bombs didn’t help with the nostalgia.  He could have sworn she’d taken all of her stuff with her, but he’d opened the medicine cabinet that afternoon to find a pink sphere waiting for him.  Unlike his own, her apartment only had a shower, and while Nick’s broad build barely fit in his small tub her lithe, shorter frame could sink below the surface with ease.  He’d never understood the appeal of the bright, pungent soaks with names like “Tits & Ass” and “Sex Bomb” and “Lust”, but they’d always put Nora in a fun mood so he wasn’t about to complain.  After his inaugural soak in the “T&A” she’d evidently left behind he was starting to understand.  Though where Nora had always been tantalizingly obscured by the opaque water, the tall jock was left with his meaty thighs poking up out of the bath on either side of his rigid girder.  And while he could submerge his prominent pecs if he tried, he had to have his thick arms folded up behind him to do so.  The end result was an awkward pretzel of tanned muscle in a pool of shimmering pink water, and he was constantly waiting for his roommate Doug to barge in and catch him in such an embarrassing position.  But the longer he lounged in the floral scented bath, he wasn’t sure if the thought of being seen by his friend was humiliating or exciting.

Nick blamed it on the intoxicating memories, the Pavlovian kink response that the mere thought of Nora brought out in him.  He could picture Doug’s response, could see the raven-haired hunk’s smug grin as he towered over him and his helplessly exposed cock.  Other than his friend being slightly shorter, both in height and dick size, they were practically mirror images of each other, a pair of strapping studs with chiseled features and granite bodies.  They’d met during college a few years prior and had fallen into an easy friendship, keeping each other in check both in terms of their abs and attitude, both supporting and competing with one another.  Careers, hook ups, bodies; they pushed each other forward while always thinking they were the superior one.

Until now.  As he thought about how his friend would react, Nick didn’t feel superior at all.  He felt embarrassed and vulnerable, helplessly exposed in a compromising position.  His cock surged at the notion, and before he could stop to think about what he was doing or why, Nick was tugging away at himself while picturing all the other possible scenarios where Doug could make him feel the same.  He replayed the scenes with Nora when he’d been tied up and debased and fingered, only now he swapped her out for the raven-haired stud.  Nick was cumming in seconds, his oversized endowment pumping out a shotgun blast as the brunette jock fantasized about being pinned down and fucked by the other man while Doug tortured his pecs and hammered away at his rear.

“Ooo…okay…I think that’s enough bath time for now,” Nick panted, laughing awkwardly to himself.  He heaved upright, the pink water cascading down through the channels of definition that ran across his strapping frame and waterfalling off his softened snake like the rivers of cum it had just shot forth.  His head still swam from the floral aroma and his whole body had a pleasant tingle to it as he dried off and wrapped the towel around his tapering waist.  He blushed slightly when he stepped out of the bathroom and saw Doug lounging on the couch in his customary uniform of gym shorts and nothing else, feeling a momentary return of that earlier exposed vulnerability.  It didn’t make sense as they saw each other naked on nearly a daily basis, but in the moment Nick was painfully aware that only a damp, low-riding swath of cotton wrapped precariously around his trim hips separated his naked body from the other man.

He shook his head and sauntered over to the fridge, hoping that a cold bottle of water could clear the lingering haze.  Instead it only grew worse when he heard Doug’s bare feet padding up behind him, his heart racing when he felt the other man’s hand dart towards his waist and the towel was sent to the floor.

“Damn, bro.  You smell like a pretty lady,” Doug laughed, giving Nick’s bare, firm bubble a slap.

“You like it,” the brunette asked, resisting the urge to reach down and grab for the towel.  He was too busy trying not to stare at his friend’s sculpted torso, feeling like he was seeing it for the first time.

“For me?  No way,” Doug grinned, slowly looking the naked jock up and down.  “For you?  It fits.  All soft and moisturized now?”

Nick shivered when Doug reached out and ran a hand along his muscled arm, fearing that his cock would shoot to life when a throb blossomed at the base of his spine.  “Fuck if I know,” he shrugged, trying to look casual as he bent and grabbed the towel.  Instead of wrapping it around his waist he tossed it over a shoulder, giving Doug a lingering glimpse of his shifting cheeks as he walked to his bedroom.  He kicked the door with his heel to shut it halfway, still surprised that he hadn’t gone hard given the way his body hummed.

“Damn…that shit really got up in my head, didn’t it,” he said, trying to laugh it off but breaking off in a gasp when he absently rubbed at his chest.  He felt like he’d stuck his finger in a socket at the sensitive jolt that shot through him, so caught off guard that he blinked down at himself for several moments before finally registering the enlarged nipples.

“What…what the fuck…” he stammered, throwing open his closet door to look at himself in the full length mirror on the other side.  Nick’s first thought was that something in the bath bomb had simply irritated his skin, but simple irritation wouldn’t explain how his formerly pert little nipples had more than doubled in size.  Nor would it explain the impossible growth that followed.

As he gawked at his reflection, Nick watched his perfectly sculpted pecs begin to inflate and push outward.  They were still maintaining their firmness and muscled shape, but in a matter of seconds they’d quickly outpaced the rest of his athletic proportions.  The pair of muscular balloons weren’t freakishly or impossibly large, merely too big for the rest of him, leaving the once-proportional hunk with a top-heavy build.

And that bulk came with an accompanying level of sensitivity.  When they finally settled into a plump, juicy shelf, even the air wafting across them sent a slight shiver down Nick’s spine.  The enlarged nubs that had replaced his nipples were like aroused antennae, sending a steady stream of lustful signals directly to a cock that simultaneously throbbed and hung long and limp.

“What is…this can’t be happening,” Nick stammered, unsure whether he should be more alarmed about his drastically altered chest or the fact that his normally-virile cock refused to rouse from its slumber.  “My fuckin’ pecs are huuuUUUUUHHHHNNN…!”

Nick broke off in a grunt when the throbbing at his loins suddenly pulsed backwards, seeming to push his perky rear outward with the force.  Like his chest, the expertly honed cheeks steadily began to pile on extra mass, growing thick, large and round in a matter of moments, with his already-meaty thighs swelling to match.  His stunned brain didn’t even have time to process what it was seeing before the once tapering, precision-crafted jock was looking at a reflection that had become curvy, his tight “V” replaced for a buff hourglass.  He was juicy and thicc, with a set of pecs and a pair of cheeks that were contrasting mountains of firm yet supple flesh.  And through it all his head still swam from the pungent floral stench, the aching at his slumbering snake growing to a painful level.

“Oh god…oh god…” he stammered, stumbling backwards from his altered center of gravity and landing on the edge of his bed.  He winced at the way his jutting slab bounced on impact, and at the way his meaty new thighs and ample rear squished as he sat, but he was increasingly focused on the way his cock didn’t respond.  “Come on, man, not you tooooOOOHHHH!”  Nick moaned when he grabbed the limp organ, another sensitive surge shooting through him.  Though it apparently no longer wished to harden, the throbbing, girthy member was more sensitive than ever, the slightest touch eliciting a gasp.

And gasp he did as Nick frantically tugged at himself.  He pulled and stroked and toyed with his churning balls until the soft hose was oozing and his body was on fire, but the hardness he desired failed to manifest.  “No…no no no no…come on…come on!”

“I’m right here, dude.”

Nick froze at the sound of Doug’s voice, his whole body going crimson when he looked up and saw his friend watching from the doorway as he groped himself.  The naked brunette was mortified at the thought that he’d just been caught going to town on his altered body, but as soon as he had the thought the room began to spin around him.  The confusing fantasies from the bath came rushing back, bringing with them the excited thrill Nick had felt at the prospect of being caught in such a vulnerable, compromising position.  “Doug!  I…I don’t know what just happened.  I…I…look at me!”

“What do you think I’m doing,” the dark-haired man laughed, the front of his shorts twitching noticeably as he stared at his now-curvy friend.  “And what happened is you cooked your brain by staying in the damn tub for too long with another one of those bath bombs.  I know you feel like they made ‘em just for you because of all that tits and ass you’re lugging around, but maybe don’t make the water so hot next time.”

Nick wanted to protest, but the words were difficult in coming.  He knew what Doug said didn’t actually make any sense, but it felt like it did.  Or at least like it should.  Already his dread was fading, making more room for that vulnerable thrill itching to take its place.  Nick felt his stricken expression soften, a hand already drifting up to absently toy with one of his inflated pecs.  “It just feels so good,” he said, his voice practically a whine.

“I can see that,” Doug laughed again.  “Fuck, dude, I’m sure as hell not complaining.  I’d sit in there and play with my titties too if I had pecs like that.”

As soon as Doug said the word “titties” Nick felt something in his brain shift.  There was a rush, a fresh surge of adrenaline that shot through him as his exposed chest suddenly registered the same way his exposed cock did.  Despite having spent the majority of his life in such a state, the idea of walking around bare-chested became an exhibitionist endeavor, the inflated, solid mounds no longer a source of pride but of vulnerability upon their reveal.  Nick whimpered as he reached up and thumbed each of the enlarged nubs, his limp member oozing with renewed vigor at the shift in perspective.

“To think I used to give you such a hard time for focusing on those so much,” Doug laughed, kneading the tent in his shorts as he watched his friend grope the oversized pecs.

Nick gasped again when his memories adjusted to match, years of full-body workouts shifting to chest day after chest day until his formerly proportional torso blossomed into its current, top-heavy state.  He looked up at his friend with wide eyes, his lantern jaw hanging open as he continued to absently grope the heaping piles of muscle.  “You…I did?”

Doug groaned and took a deep breath, his own impressive, though comparatively normal, pecs rising and falling slowly.  “I fuckin’ love the way you become all body and no brain when you get worked up like this,” he said, motioning for Nick to stand.  He stepped forward and ground his solid bulge against his friend’s soft package, reaching around to palm one of the other man’s supple new pillows “Lemme see that thicc in motion.”

The addled brunette turned and blushed as he folded his hands behind his head and his hips began shaking, the sensation of his inflated cheeks bouncing and swaying making him dizzy.  He winced at the combined sound and feeling of his limp cock slapping around in time with the jiggling cakes as, just like his chest, each ripple brought a new memory of altered workouts and diets, both specifically chosen to grow his formerly solid ass to it’s now-ample proportions.  Before, Nick had always thought of his rear as an afterthought.  He wanted it to look good and keep it proportional to the rest of him, but he’d never attempted to hone or enhance it the way he suddenly remembered.  Nor had he ever felt such a thrill at the realization that it was impossible to ignore.  No matter what he wore - gym clothes, jeans, business casual - there would be no hiding his thick thighs and rotund cakes.  “Oh…oh fuck…” he stammered, the realization spreading to encompass his heaping muscle tits.  The same logic applied, and Nick didn’t know whether he should be horrified or ecstatic at the thought of his curvy new frame being constantly accentuated by whatever he wore.

“Nowhere near ready for that, bud,” Doug purred, giving one of Nick’s cheeks a loud slap before reaching up to gently guide his friend’s hands back down.

“Wha…what’re you…” Nick trailed off in a shiver when he felt the handcuffs lock in place, keeping his arms bound behind his back.  The position forced his inflated pecs outward, the arch to his spine drawing further attention to the gravity-defying globes that his hands now rested on.  His heart started racing, but he quickly realized that fear wasn’t the cause.  He was excited.  He knew he was in safe hands with Doug, and while an increasingly small piece of him kept insisting that he should be embarrassed, Nick also knew that was part of the fun.  “Ohhhh…okay,” he said, suddenly feeling like he was forgetting something important as memories of Doug cuffing him time and again flooded in to join with the rest.  For just a moment he felt like the cuffs had belonged to a woman, but as soon as he had the thought he knew that was ridiculous.  He wiggled his fingers when Doug stepped close again, brushing the tips through the wiry trail of hair at his friend’s navel while a solid lump pressed into his soft cheeks.

“Big Softie really is worked up,” the dark-haired stud grinned, reaching down to begin kneading Nick’s supple equipment.

The curvy brunette gasped and spasmed in his friend’s arms, still reeling from the increased sensitivity that had taken the place of anything resembling firmness.  “Ye…yes…fuck yesss…” Nick whined, his head falling back on his broad shoulders.

“Gonna have to get you a diaper if this keeps up.”  Doug stoked and milked the limp snake until both hands were covered in a sticky coating that he then reached up and wiped across Nick’s equally sensitive shelf.

The handsome brunette had another confusing rush of anxiety, feeling for just a moment like there was something wrong with the idea of having his luscious muscle-tits covered in his own cum, but it passed as quickly as it came.  “What…whatever you want…” he said, his stomach fluttering at Doug’s hungry gaze when he was spun back around.

“You’d be cute as a big ol’ jock baby,” the shorter man sighed, tracing a slow hand up Nick’s side until his sticky palm cradled his friend’s stubble-covered jaw.  “Bet you were a thumb sucker, weren’t you,” he asked, running a stubby digit across the brunette’s soft, full lips.  Nick responded by slurping the thumb into his mouth, his heart racing as he sucked the remaining cum clean.  He wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees and replace it with his friend’s much more fulfilling cock but that wasn’t his decision to make, so he stood and eagerly sucked on Doug’s thumb until the other man pulled it away, his warped body practically vibrating with desire.  His arms flexed as he tensed instinctively against the cuffs, loving his helpless state more and more with each passing second.  “Maybe a bottle too?  Nah…you’ve already got a pair strapped to these titties.”

“ooOOooUUUOOOHHHH!”  Nick howled when Doug leaned in and began lapping and sucking at one of his enlarged nipples.  His knees went weak and his legs threatened to give out against the overwhelming punch of bliss that his friend’s warm tongue brought.

He laced his fingers with Doug’s when his friend reached around, his dangling snake now dripping onto the floor.  Looking down at the other man’s bare, chiseled torso while he went to town on his chest, Nick almost started crying at the thought that such a perfect specimen of masculinity was the one taking care of him.  His stomach erupted in flutters when he began to remember their early conversations, and how nervous he’d been to finally admit his secret desires to someone else.

Fortunately, to his relief and surprise Doug had not only been understanding but eager to help out.  The dark-haired hunk identified as mostly straight, but in between buxom blondes he was all too happy to let Nick slurp away on his stocky cock or to fuck the brunette senseless, especially when the now-curvy jock began reshaping his body to specifically accentuate his tits and ass the way Doug liked.  When some of the bootleg steroids and supplements he inhaled by the fistful rendered his once-mighty cock forever limp Nick had been understandably upset, but when he saw the way it made Doug light up that disappointment quickly faded.

And though Nick was still every bit the same charming hunk on the surface, even if the shape of that surface had changed significantly, he now had a barely concealed submissive streak, an ever-present desire to be commanded and controlled.  He’d always been virile and had a healthy sex life, but now he existed in a state of simmering arousal that threatened to boil over at the slightest provocation.  In a way he was grateful for his slumbering snake because if it had still retained its previous function he would have had a much harder time concealing his constant lust.

“I think these bottles are busted,” Doug said when he finally pulled his lips away.  “I suck on the nipple up here but all the milk comes out down there.”  He hefted Nick’s dripping organ again before taking a step back and nodding down at his tented shorts.  “Why don’t you give mine a shot?”

The brunette dropped to his knees so fast the floor shook.  He nuzzled Doug’s shorts, huffing the musky aroma as his mouth fumbled with the elastic waist.  His friend reached down and gently stroked his head but did nothing to help, leaving Nick to gradually work the shorts free at an excruciating pace before returning to do the same to the stuffed briefs underneath.  Before trying he stopped to lick every inch of the inside of Doug’s hairy, muscled thighs, sucking on his friend’s churning balls through the heather fabric until a growing damp spot began to form.  Stopping only long enough to give his friend’s washboard a quick once over with his tongue, Nick turned his attention to the waist and tugged the front down enough for the other man’s spring-loaded cock to burst free and slap him in the face.  With the bulk of the organ exposed, Nick worked it with his lips and tongue until it was steadily oozing and then shifted his attention to the rear, eventually getting the briefs to join the shorts at Doug’s ankles.

When he righted himself again, Nick kept his attention at his friend’s furry cheeks.  He buried his face between them, feeling a surge of pride at the contented sigh he elicited while licking Doug’s tight hole clean.  He’d never entered his friend in any capacity, no one had that he knew of, but that didn’t mean the dark-haired hunk couldn’t enjoy being rimmed.  Doug certainly enjoyed doing it to him, and while he didn’t wail and moan the way Nick did, the kneeling brunette knew his friend loved every second of what he was doing.  There was another quick stab of fear, like the thought of himself cuffed and on his knees with his face buried in another man’s ass was all wrong, but Nick was beyond caring.

All that mattered was getting Doug licked clean and then sucked dry, both of which he accomplished with thorough attention to detail.  When his friend finally came, Nick loved the way the other man pulled out of his mouth and bent his knees just enough so that his massive load splashed all over his face and tits.  Nick didn’t want the warm spurts to stop, and he wished this was one of those nights when some of the other guys were over to join in and add to his friend’s load.  He had a sudden memory of himself surrounded by their friends, their spent, dripping cocks all pointing in the direction of his soaked, sopping frame.  None of them were as big as his own equipment, a fact they all knew and loved.

“Whooooo…damn, bud, you really pulled it outta me,” Doug laughed as he looked down at Nick’s cum-covered face.  “You have fun?”  The condescension dripping from his friend’s voice only turned Nick on even more.  He blushed and smiled bashfully, giving a quick nod as he squirmed on his knees.  He felt like he was going to explode, but at the same time he never wanted the encounter to end.  “Good!  I’m going to need a minute to catch my breath.  In the meantime…I think you earned a reward.”

Nick scampered excitedly back out into the living room, his body seeming to know what was in store even if his addled brain didn’t.  He dropped to his knees as soon as Doug finished rolling out the wide yoga mat and fell forward so that his ballooning chest and face pressed against it.  He wiggled his fattened rear like a dog wagging its tail when he heard his friend approach, letting out a long, slow whine when a few lubed fingers pressed their way in through his presented hole.

“Fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Nick groaned, shivering from the dual sensation of his plump pecs rubbing against the mat while Doug rooted around his insides.  Unsurprisingly, his ravenous hole was just as sensitive as the rest of him, and it wasn’t until the dark-haired man swapped out his fingers for a thick vibrator that Nick even stopped to give his floppy organ so much as a fleeting thought.  It didn’t matter nearly as much as the silicone prosthetic spreading him wide, especially when his friend turned it on.  “HHHOOOUUUUHHHHHHGGGHHHHH GGGGGOOOOODDDDDDD,” Nick roared, unable to help himself.  The words turned into a deep, echoing grunt as he started bucking and writhing uncontrollably, his thickened rear shaking and jiggling like a waterbed with the violent motions.  He tried to quiet himself but literally couldn’t stop the loud, lustful bellows that tore from his gaping mouth until Doug stepped over him and bent to fasten a stifling ball-gag.  Reduced to a loud hum, Nick continued to whimper as he shot his friend a pleading, grateful look, his restrained body on fire with ecstasy.

“Gonna get us kicked out if we’re not careful,” Doug laughed, tousling Nick’s short, cum-matted hair before leaving the writhing hunk on the floor.

The overwhelmed stud watched his friend casually walk away, busying himself with getting a drink in the kitchen, checking his phone, and eventually settling on the couch to turn on a game while Nick’s world continued to tunnel until it was little more than a vibrating seed of bliss.  He couldn’t even tell if he was actually cumming or not.  Everything felt fantastic.  He huffed and grunted into the mat on his knees, grinding his lightning rod muscle tits against it while swiveling his hips like a belly dancer and straining against the cuffs.  He could feel his enlarged cheeks clapping together and colliding like a Newton’s Cradle, the combined weight threatening to knock him over when he really got carried away.  At one point he looked up and saw Doug facetiming with someone, the camera turned in his direction to give the mystery caller a view of his ecstatic display.  In his current state, the thought that it should have been embarrassing never once entered Nick’s overloaded brain, only a bright thrill at the knowledge that someone else was seeing him so out of control.

The curvy hunk had no idea how long he squirmed and writhed before Doug finally walked back over and stood above him, his stout cock once again rigid and ready.  Nick’s nostrils flared as he caught his breath when the beautifully tormenting vibrator was pulled free.  He hated the emptiness and quickly realized how much he still needed to get off when a dull ache punched him in the base of his stomach, but he didn’t have long to wait as his friend dropped down and draped himself across his sweaty back.

“Here we go bud,” Doug purred, slipping effortlessly inside.  Nick’s eyes went wide, his whole body tense as the other man’s thick log slid back and forth, already feeling lightyears better than the vibrator ever could.  That sensation was magnified when his friend reached down, grabbed two handfuls of tits, and hauled him upright, kneading and groping the prominent pecs while hammering away at his plump cheeks.  “How do you still smell so good,” Doug sighed, kissing Nick’s wide neck as the penetrated hunk melted in his arms.

Nick couldn’t have answered, even if he wasn’t gagged.  His eyes rolled back and his head swam, time and space losing all meaning as his world dissolved into a fog of pleasure.  He never wanted it to end, never wanted to do anything other than be his friend’s fuck toy.  He wanted to be tied down and taken and have his naked, disproportionate bulk and useless cock paraded around for everyone to see.  He wanted to be out of control and used, to be told what to do and when to do it.  He wanted to forget the quiet voice in his head insisting that this was all wrong, that they’d gone far beyond “fun kink” and into a whole new identity altogether.

When he finally came, Nick was only able to partially experience the tsunami of relief before briefly blacking out.  He felt his fear and tension and aching desperation pour from his dangling snake, taking most of his consciousness with it until he came to as Doug was taking off the cuffs.  “Welcome back, big guy,” his friend laughed, giving his sore shoulders a few massaging squeezes.

Nick opened his mouth and stretched his jaw, the gag having been removed while he was still out of sorts.  He was face down again, and his arms and shoulders burned as he slowly pushed himself upright, blinking up at his friend in a daze.  “Holy…holy shit…” he panted, his throat raw.  He accepted Doug’s offered hand, the sensation of his bouncing cakes settling into place and the waterfall of cum running down his thighs when he was hauled upright no longer registering as odd.  Nick wouldn’t have had time to think about it anyway before his friend leaned in for a kiss, nearly bringing tears to his eyes for the second time.  He knew how uncomfortable kissing another man still made Doug, and their mingling tongues was more a sign of how happy he’d made his friend than the raven-headed hunk’s erupting cock ever could have been.

“Go get yourself cleaned up,” Doug grunted after a few minutes of vigorous mouth-mashing.  He gave Nick’s ass a loud swat before spinning a finger to gesture around the room.  “Then clean this place up.  You made a fuck of a mess tonight.”

“I had some serious inspiration,” Nick grinned, just as excited at the prospect of spending the rest of the night naked and on his knees scrubbing dried cum off the floor as he was by what they’d just done.

“Yeah, well, be quick about it.  After seeing how excited you were, Brad said he wanted to come over and have some fun.  So this place needs to be spotless in the next half hour,” Doug barked.

Nick didn’t stop to answer.  He was already bounding towards the shower, his pecs and ass both slamming up and down with each footfall.  He wished he had time for another soak with one of his bath bombs to smell extra nice for Brad, but that would have to wait.