Fertilizer (vignette) (Patreon)

Adam was embarrassed already.  He was an avowed boxers or boxer-briefs guy, which made the modest underwear seem even smaller than it already would have.  The burnt-orange briefs weren’t excessively skimpy or overly revealing, but as far as Adam was concerned he might as well have been wearing a thong.  While the clinging fabric made his firm, perky rear look fantastic the stretchy material left nothing of his meager package to the imagination, which was the very reason he never wore briefs to begin with.  Though the young, ochre-haired jock was proud of his fit frame overall, his relative lack of endowment had always been a sore spot.  If anything, his charmingly handsome features and lean, sculpted build only made it worse.  Both ensured that Adam never lacked for interested partners, but now, having just hit the back half of his twenties, the frustrated hunk was tired of always worrying about what the other person would think once his pants were off.  As someone who mostly identified as straight, with the exception of the occasional drunken fooling around with a buddy, his eye-catching bottom was only so useful in the process.  And while Adam had developed his skill with the potent, four-inch poker to surgical precision, he was tired of always having to prove himself.

So while he didn’t relish the idea of squeezing into a small pair of briefs, he was willing to bite down on that embarrassment if it meant reaching his goal.  He told himself he could avoid the locker room for a while and remember to change before any potential hook ups, so no one would know of his secret shame.  It wasn’t as if Adam was eager to discuss it with anyone in the first place, and even if he did want to, he still wasn’t sure how any of it worked.

He’d seen underwear that “enhanced” bulges and made things look bigger, but the Fertilizer brand actually promised real growth.  He’d never heard of the company behind the brand, HB&L, and their website was sparse on the proprietary details.  It stated only that the process worked through a combination of bio-reactive fabric and cutting edge supplements, both of which were activated by body heat and a person’s unique chemical makeup when wearing the briefs.  In addition to the growth they promised, the underwear was also supposed to enhance sexual performance, increase overall desirability through a pheromonal shift, and boost the wearer’s confidence.

That last bit all sounded like marketing jargon to Adam.  The brand leaned hard into the horticulture theme, peppering their website with all sorts of floral prints and farming euphemisms to the point where he wasn’t even sure he’d picked the right product.  Instead of being direct, they’d asked if he was interested in his “plow,” “his field,” or both, and something about plant parts that he didn’t fully understand.  He remembered from grade school that a stamen was the male part of a plant, and it had a picture of a man above it, so he’d picked that one along with the plow option since he wasn’t trying to make his solid bubble any bigger.

After that it all seemed deceptively simple, aside from the astronomical cost.  A box of briefs in a variety of muted hues arrived, and all he had to do was wear them for the allotted span each day.  Scanning a QR code sewn into the back of the elastic kept track of the wear-time in the FRTLZR app, the same place that Adam was supposed to log his daily measurements.  He didn’t love that the waistband of the briefs had FRTLZR written all over them, but he could always wear a longer shirt or tuck it in to make sure the letters were covered.

Now, all that left for him to do was scan the code and officially get started on his “growth journey.”  Adam was starting to second guess himself slightly as, so far, the ocherous undies seemed entirely mundane.  The fabric had a spandex stretch to it, and there’d been a slight tingle when he’d pulled them on, but otherwise they appeared to be little more than standard briefs.

“Here we go, I guess…” Adam muttered to himself.  He blushed slightly when he pulled the elastic away from his trim waist and scanned the QR code, his trimmed bush and petite package also visible on screen.  Both were quickly replaced by a glowing emerald seed when the FRTLZR app popped up, the words “Grow Me” blinking below.  He took a deep breath and pressed it, his vision immediately going white as a spasm tore through him.

Adam’s head spun as his sight returned, his whole body humming like he’d just stepped on a live wire.  He’d managed to hold onto his phone, but when he looked at it now the seed was gone, replaced with a more mundane menu screen, as well as a four-hour countdown at the top.

“What the fuck was that?!” Adam cried to his empty apartment, shaking his head.  The sensation had passed as quickly as it came, his surprise turning to irritation that there hadn’t been any warnings.  He was also confused as to where the jolt even came from since there weren’t any batteries or power sources that he could see anywhere, but that irritation turned into something else entirely when he tried to further inspect the briefs.  “Wait…what the hell…” he said with a shocked laugh, trying, and failing, to will his hands into action.  He could visualize himself pulling open the waistband of the briefs or taking them off entirely, but as soon as his hands got within a few centimeters they stopped obeying his commands.  He could scratch himself, and he could stroke the fabric or grope his bulge, but any impulses that involved removing the briefs from contact with his body were intercepted along the way.  “Why can’t I take these off?!  What the hell is happening right now?!”

In answer to his question, there was a loud chime and a quick, vibrating pulse from his phone.  “Hello!  It sounds like you have questions about your Fertilizer journey!  I’m Buzzy, the virtual assistant.  How can I assist you today?”

Adam just blinked at the cheerful, cartoon bee, his heart racing.  “What…why can’t I take these off?”

The bee did a quick loop in the air on screen as it processed the question.  “Once applied, Fertilizer briefs can’t be removed until after the allotted time has passed.  But don’t worry!  When the countdown reaches zero they’ll self-eliminate, saving you the hassle of having to do it yourself.”

Adam blinked again, still not understanding how they were physically preventing him from moving his own body in the way he wanted.  “But…what if I have to take a piss or something?”

This time Buzzy did a cute little dance while the app filtered the question.  “Those specific bodily functions are temporarily halted while our customers are fertilized.  It’s perfectly safe, just like the rest of the process.”

“Hoooooly shit,” Adam mumbled to himself, his eyes wide.  “The fuck did I get myself into?”

“A journey of personal growth and discovery!” came Buzzy’s cheerful response.  “At Fertilizer, we believe all stages of development are worthy of display and celebration.  We understand the adjustment can be jarring, but sometimes we all need a little jolt to get moving!”

“A little jolt?  Is that what that was when I scanned the code?  What do you mean about an adjustment?  An adjustment to what?”  Adam wanted nothing more than to tear the briefs off, but he couldn’t even try a workaround.  He thought about using the edge of the table to try and hook the briefs, which he could then shimmy his way out of, and while he could lean against it and rub up and down, any attempts at using it to remove the underwear hit the same wall his hands did.

Buzzy was as cheerful as ever as he flitted around the screen, his happy tone a sharp contrast to the message he delivered.  “The adjustment is what we call it when our customers are brought into the Fertilizer family.  It’s what allows you to flaunt those colorful petals and show everyone how much you’re growing!  That’s why the designers at Fertilizer spend so much time ensuring that our briefs are as comfortable as possible.  Since they’re all you’ll be wearing, we want the experience to be a pleasant one.”

Adam’s response was delayed as his brain fought to process what it just heard.  “WHAT?!  What do you mean they’re all I’ll be wearing?”

“Your previous attire has been removed!  We took care of its erasure in the adjustment.”

Adam raced down the hall to his bedroom, his knees going weak when he pulled open empty drawer after empty drawer and discovered half the contents of his closet missing.  He had shoes, socks, all manner of shirts and hoodies and jackets, but none of his existing underwear, shorts, or pants could be found.  “No!  No no no no no…put it back!  I’m done!  I don’t want to do this!”

Buzzy’s smile turned into a sympathetic frown, his faceted eyes going wide on screen.  “I’m sorry, that’s not an option.  Once the Fertilizer journey has begun there’s no turning back.  But you don’t really want to!  Not you!  Change can be scary, which is why we’ve found that exposure is the best way to get over anxiety and build your confidence.  And what better way than actual exposure!  You’ll be fighting those boys off with a stick!”

“Boys?!  What?!  No!  Look…get me customer service or something!  I need to figure out how to fix this!”  Adam gasped when, instead of dropping down onto his bed the way he’d intended, he started walking back down the hall.  “Wait…what’s happening…where am I going?!”

“To get some sun, silly!  We know people sometimes need extra help to take that first step, so here we go!”

Adam’s stomach sank as his hijacked body started putting on his running shoes and heading for the front door.  He screamed at himself internally, but no matter how much he tried to focus on the fact that all he wore was a small, thin blue t-shirt, dark orange briefs, and running shoes, he was seemingly intent on getting outside.  “Buzzy, I swear to god…if you make me…please don’t make me go out there like…” He broke off in a gasp when the door opened and he stepped outside with zero hesitation.  Adam lowered his voice so as to not draw anymore attention to himself, his mind reeling from the surreal circumstances.  “How do I stop this?  At least let me go back inside until I can figure out how to…”

Adam froze internally when they reached the bottom of the stairs and he stepped out into the lobby of his building.  There were only a few people inside, but much to his surprise none of them acted the way he thought they should at an underwear-clad man popping out of the stairwell.  They smiled politely, and all of them checked out his tiny bulge, but that was the extent of it.

That same reaction followed when he exited out onto a bustling city street.  He got plenty of lingering glances, especially from the men he passed, but for all intents and purposes he might as well have been wearing a pair of running shorts.  The fact that everyone looked at his subpar package, the very thing he was trying to hide, was like walking into a nightmare, only it didn’t feel that way.  Though he knew how bizarre and wrong it was on a logical level, it all felt perfectly normal.  Even when he caught himself eyeing the other men with the same interest, it didn’t strike him as out of character unless he really forced himself to think of it that way.

“Okay…so what now,” he asked after a few minutes, still trying not to think about how his broad-shouldered frame looked sauntering down the street with his small bulge prominently displayed between his sturdy thighs.  “Where are we going?”

“Anywhere you want!  As long as it’s not back home.  Not until the countdown’s done,” Buzzy said, his tone as friendly as ever.

“Great.  Fucking great,” Adam grumbled.  He wanted to argue further, but he already felt awkward enough standing on the street in his underwear and he figured that screaming at a cartoon bee on his phone would only make things worse.  It also dawned on him that because he’d left the apartment under such strange circumstances, he hadn’t grabbed his wallet or anything else, which meant if he wanted to hide somewhere it would have to be at a friend’s house.

With only his phone in hand he sent a reluctant text to his buddy Calvin, simultaneously dreading how the other man would react while also acknowledging a confusing thrill at the thought of being around the handsome, dark-skinned stud.  They’d been friends for years, and they’d seen each other plenty of times in the locker room, but Adam had no idea how his friend would respond when he showed up with no pants.

He also had no idea why the thought was so exciting.  As he made his way across block after block, Adam’s mind kept drifting back to those times in the locker room.  Unlike himself, Calvin was intimidatingly hung, with a chiseled frame that was equally impressive.  Where Adam was content to stay fit, the taller man wanted size, growing his broad-shouldered build to massive proportions.  And to top it all off, his plump pecs, shredded washboard, powerful arms, and meaty rear were all capped by a devastatingly handsome face.  Calvin’s chin and cheekbones were just as chiseled as the rest of him, his smooth, dark brown skin practically glowing with confident charm whenever he walked into a room.  Adam had known all of this before, and he’d taken advantage of the other man’s overwhelming appeal plenty of times in the past by hooking up with the friend of whoever managed to land the gorgeous Adonis, but he’d never wanted to be in that position himself.

Until he found his heart racing on the other side of Calvin’s door.  His friend had already buzzed him in and he tried to tell himself the quickened pulse was just from climbing the stairs, but Adam knew that wasn’t the case.  He braced himself when the knob turned and the door pulled open, the sight of his friend’s smile hitting him like a physical force.

“How the fuck did you manage to lock yourself out,” Calvin laughed, ushering Adam inside.

The flustered brunette shrugged, not sure if he should be relieved or horrified that the other man didn’t react to his pantsless state.  He’d used the excuse of locking himself out of his apartment as the pretext for coming over, and the fact that Calvin chose that to give him a hard time over as opposed to his tiny dick being on display was telling.  “Dude, it’s been a day.”

Calvin folded his brawny arms and gave Adam a slow look up and down, raising an eyebrow.  “Yeah?  You seem a little tweaked right now.  Want a drink?”

“Please,” Adam nodded, his eyes glued to his friend’s thick, shifting cheeks as he followed into the living room.  Calvin was clad in a thin mauve polo that popped against the bronze tones in his skin, while at the same time expertly accentuating the way his powerful upper back tapered into a tight V before curving out again at his straining gray chinos.  Adam was confusingly, and embarrassingly, aware that he should have been hard as he stared at his friend’s ample rear, but other than a slight tingle his meager endowment stayed soft.  A part of him was concerned at the lack of a response, but another part was grateful that he at least wouldn’t be walking around with a tent.

“So what’s up?  Do you want to talk about it, or are we just ignoring it,” Calvin asked as he poured whiskey into a pair of highball glasses.

“Do I…” Adam hesitated as he took the glass, not wanting an answer to the question he was about to ask.  “Does anything about me look funny?”  He actually blushed as his friend gave him another, more intense, look up and down, his stomach fluttering at a familiar expression he never expected to see focused in his direction.

Calvin shook his head and took a slow sip.  “Not that I can see.  You actually look good, man.  I mean, you seem a little flustered, but whatever you’ve been doing is clearly working.”

Adam was relieved and confused by the throb that pulsed through his cock.  He was starting to suspect that the short rod wasn’t lifeless as he’d feared, but simply contained for the time being.  He dropped down onto the couch, his toned thighs spread and an arm thrown up on the back.  “Yeah?  This outfit looks okay,” he asked, nodding down at his bare legs.

“Orange is a bold choice for you, but it’s a good color,” Calvin nodded, taking up a nearby chair.  “Makes that ass look great,” he winked.

“Just what I wanted,” Adam sighed, dropping his head back on his shoulders.  Between the walk over to his friend’s apartment and the other man’s lack of a reaction, he was starting to believe the impossible scenario really was happening.  And although he still dreaded the thought of walking around so exposed, he was starting to think that if this part was real then maybe that meant the end result would be real as well.  So while he wished he didn’t have to spend the next several days strutting around in his underwear, he told himself it actually might all be worth it in the end.

“Is that what was bugging you,” Calvin laughed.  “You just needed fashion advice?”

“No, I mean, yes, but that’s not all,” Adam said, the sound of his friend’s deep, smooth voice sending a shiver through him.  He was starting to recognize how much he liked the idea of the other man eyeing him, and just how badly he wanted the strapping stud to do much more than look.  “I don’t know.  I’m just in a weird spot.  I’m trying to…refine…some things but I’m not sure if it’s worth it.  Or if it’ll work.  Or if it’s even what I want in the first place.”

“Ohhhhh,” Calvin said with a knowing nod.  “So you’re just overthinking everything like you always do?”

Adam couldn’t help but laugh.  He felt like he should hang onto the anxiety he’d felt earlier out of principle, but he didn’t actually want to.  “That’s the impression I’m starting to get, yeah.”

Calvin drained his glass and hopped to his feet.  “Easy cure for that.  Let’s go,” he said, grabbing Adam by a forearm and pulling him off the couch.

His anxiety surged slightly at the thought of going back out, but the thought of his friend being with him kept it from sinking in.  “Where are we going?  I don’t have my…” Adam was cut off by a rough slap on his rear.

“I got your broke ass,” Calvin laughed.  “We can catch the tail end of happy hour down the street.”

Adam didn’t try to argue.  A part of him knew the Fertilizer folks were correct; if he really was going to be stuck like this for the near future, he needed to get over it.  He was going to have to go to work and the gym and the grocery store in a similar state, so at the very least he could give a dive bar a try.  He told himself it wasn’t all that different from what people would see at the beach, and for the most part it worked.  As he and Calvin stood at a pub table and chatted like always, things felt almost boringly normal.  The odd attraction and subtle tension were still there, and with his friend paying for everything it certainly felt like a date, but Adam caught himself having a good time instead of the nightmare he’d expected.

And then his phone started buzzing.  He’d forgotten about the timer entirely until he glanced down at the noise and saw Buzzy’s grinning face looking back up at him.  A large “Good Job!” was written in cartoonish font beneath him, and just as Adam remembered the part about the briefs being “self eliminating,” he felt them start to fall away.  In a matter of seconds the stretchy orange fabric crumbled as if turned to ash, the aching throbs he’d been feeling finally making themselves known when his cock rocketed to life.

As soon as the orange dust fell away, Adam felt the shift in the room.  Guys had already been paying a little too much attention, but now that his little rod was exposed and hard it was like he stood under a spotlight.  Though fortunately no one responded the way they should have at a practically naked man standing in their midst, Adam knew a hungry stare when he saw one.  On instinct he’d tried to cover himself, his hands refusing to cooperate the way they’d betrayed him when he’d tried to remove the underwear earlier.

Unable to do anything other than helplessly stand at the table with his perky rear and rigid cock on display, Adam couldn’t believe how wrong he’d been.  Just as he was starting to think he could possibly get used to his circumstances, the forced exposure reminded him just how precarious his position was.  Walking around in his underwear was one thing; walking around bare assed with his embarrassingly small cock literally on display was another level entirely.  There was a new timer on the Fertilizer app, this one counting down the twelve hours until he could put his next pair on.

He wanted to crawl under a rock and hide, but one look at Calvin made it clear his friend had other ideas.  The handsome hunk was obviously feeling the same shift now that the imposing briefs had vanished.  “Now that we’re paying full price, you want to just head back to my place?  Plenty of booze there.”

Adam swallowed hard and nodded, feeling like there wasn’t enough booze in the world to make him ignore the way everyone in the room stared at his hard little cock.  It was the same when they stepped outside, and Adam actually gasped at the foreign sensation of the warm night air wafting over his exposed poker and churning balls.  Feeling the steady, inexorable bead of liquid slowly forming at the exposed head, he was humiliated and ashamed and more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.  Calvin’s towering frame was like a magnet next to him, and they both stood closer than they needed to.  Their hands brushed together several times on the short walk, and when they reached the taller man’s apartment he took the opportunity to give Adam’s exposed ass a squeeze as he opened the door for his bare-bottomed friend.  The tension grew with each silent step, and by the time they reentered Calvin’s apartment things had reached the breaking point.

The bigger man let out a low sigh, shaking his head.  “Look, man…I don’t know if it’s the booze or what, but…and I know how weird this is going to sound…is it okay if I kiss you?”

Adam felt his resistance melt at the words.  He’d been ready for Calvin to shove him up against a wall and take him, but to have the suave stud politely and bashfully ask for permission was infinitely hotter in the moment.  He responded by leaning in for a long, rough kiss, and before he knew it he was grinding his cock into his friend’s massive palm.  “Oh…oh fuck,” he moaned, his own hands desperately kneading Calvin’s plump pecs beneath the thin polo.

The bigger man grinned and flexed against the probing fingers.  “Maaaaaan, I am glad I wasn’t the only one feeling this tonight,” he sighed, dutifully raising his powerful arms to let Adam strip the shirt off entirely.  “Like I said…whatever you’re doing, it’s working.”

Adam still couldn’t believe what was happening as he slid his hands down Calvin’s excessively shredded abs and started undoing his friend’s pants.  The other man just smiled and let him, the whole time continuing to work the brunette’s compact package.  Adam felt a stab of jealousy when Calvin’s comparatively colossal eight inch hose sprung free, but the look of pure, unfiltered desire in the beefy hunk’s eyes kept it at bay.  Despite being more ripped and twice as hung, not to mention supposedly straight, Calvin was looking at Adam like he was the most beautiful thing the handsome Adonis had ever seen.  He seemed almost nervous, and the smaller stud actually thought he felt his friend’s hands shaking when Calvin slowly peeled his pointless t-shirt free.

“I’m not putting out just ‘cause you bought me a drink,” Adam grinned, marvelling at how much he enjoyed the sensation of Calvin’s fat cock filling his hand.

“A gentleman like me would never expect such a thing,” the bashful beefcake winked.  “And who said you’re the one putting out?  Fuckin’ love this little thing,” he groaned before dropping to his knees and swallowing Adam’s oozing cock.

The stunned brunette could only gasp, his hands latching onto the sides of Calvin’s bobbing head.  As confusing as it was, he wanted to be in his friend’s position, but the buff bodybuilder had other ideas.  Adam was also surprised that he hadn’t popped yet considering how turned on he was, but no matter how close Calvin’s warm tongue brought him to the edge he didn’t fall over.

He started to understand why when his friend finally climbed back to his feet and pulled him to the bedroom by the throbbing little pole.  “Can’t believe I’m saying it, but I really, really need this,” he whimpered, climbing up onto the bed on all fours and wagging his meaty rear.

Adam couldn’t believe it either, but he was already moving into position by the time Calvin had finished speaking.  Instead of taking his friend from behind, he flipped him over and hoisted the other man’s hefty thighs onto his shoulders, using the shelf-like pecs for support as he thrust inside.

As soon as he pushed through Calvin’s tight hole, Adam felt the dam break.  He rolled his hips with the same expert precision he’d used on countless feminine partners, the knowledge that his small cock was responsible for the thick-dicked god of a man’s wailing ecstasy instantly outweighing any encounter he’d had in the past.  He managed to hold out until Calvin came first, but the sight of his friend’s untouched beast blasting all over his prominent pecs and gorgeous face finally pushed Adam past the breaking point.  He thrust in as deep as he could and erupted, feeling all of the pent up humiliation and anxiety flow out with the copious load.

He also felt a strange twinge and a sudden throb, but not the sexual kind.  It was an ache like a sore muscle, centered squarely on his lower abdomen, and when he finally pulled his softening organ free Adam did a double take.  It was subtle and hard to tell given the circumstances, but his cock was noticeably bigger.  There was an extra width to it, and the spent hose hung at least half an inch longer than it had before, matching the balls that drooped just a bit more than they had previously.

“What…what the fuck, dude,” Calvin laughed, slipping an arm beneath Adam and pulling him close when the lean brunette dropped down onto the bed next to him.  “Did we really just do that?”

Adam was so thrilled by the minor growth that fucking his friend didn’t even register as a concern.  “Looks like it,” the smaller man grinned, running a finger through the drying cum coating the other man’s sculpted torso.  “You’re cute when you’re a mess.”

Calvin blushed as he looked down at himself.  “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life.  I never thought I’d…I mean…have I been doing sex wrong this whole time,” he laughed, a bewildered expression on his face.

Adam leaned over and gave his friend a quick peck on the cheek before reaching down to knead Calvin’s limp monster.  He was already picturing his own cock at that size, and after just a brief taste of growth Adam already knew he’d spend as much time on display and fuck as many guys as it took to get there.  “I don’t know.  Maybe it was a fluke?  Only one way to find out.”