Alter Call, pt. 1 (Patreon)

Hunter still didn’t understand why everyone acted so casual about everything.  They all looked at him like he was the one with the problem, like he was simply being intolerant or close-minded about the process.  He even asked that question of himself.  His friends who’d answered the Call were all perfectly happy, happier than he’d ever known them to be, and while that was all that really mattered to the young jock, he couldn’t shake the weight of it.  He didn’t care what his friends looked like or sounded like or who they wanted to fuck; if they were healthy and happy then he was content.  He had a firm “live and let live” approach to life that had served him well for his first twenty two years, and didn’t see any reason to switch things up now.  He only wished he could be sure.

Looking at him now, it was hard to reframe the Finn he’d grown up with as someone who’d be happy with their current state.  They’d been on soccer and baseball teams together from elementary through college and, like himself, Finn had been a long, lean stud, with short, sandy hair, bright eyes, a charmingly chiseled jaw, and a slim, shredded body.  It was the kind of look that people aspired to, perfectly at home in whatever he wore and guaranteed to draw attention from whomever he so desired.  Neither of them were ever the most hung guy in the showers, but on their deceptively tight, six-foot frames their average endowments looked borderline impressive.  They’d certainly never received any complaints during the ample opportunities they’d had to use them, which made things all the more confusing for Hunter.  Aside from having a darker shade of chestnut hair and an extra dimple in his wide jaw, Hunter always could have passed for Finn’s brother, at least until recently, a state he saw no reason to change.  And no matter how many times his friend tried to explain it, he still couldn’t wrap his head around why Finn suddenly changed his mind.

The short, squat bulldog looked nothing like his wingman.  There were still traces of the old Finn in the blonde hair, bright eyes and easy smile, but the rest of his friend’s pretty-boy features had been blunted and broadened like the rest of him.  His once-long neck now lay buried between cannonball shoulders that led to a pair of piston-like arms hanging at an angle on either side, forced outward both by their excessive mass and the heaping pecs that jutted between them.  The plump mounds would have looked more impressive had they not been resting on a cresting beachball of a muscle gut, though they accentuated the overall curvy theme while simultaneously acting as a counterbalance for Finn’s inflated ass.  His formerly toned thighs had become appropriately chunky to match the rest of his beefy new build, a trait that carried over to his comically thickened cock and hefty, churning balls.  At six feet tall the extra bulk would have made Finn an absolute monster of a man, but now that he topped out at just under 3’9” the burly little bruiser looked more cute than imposing.

There was certainly nothing intimidating about his chipper, cheerful attitude.  Finn had always been a happy, friendly guy as the handsome hunk had little to be upset about under most circumstances, and those traits had been as amplified as his newly acquired muscle.  The short stud was perpetually content, having not once shown a crack in his laidback attitude since the changes occurred.  Even when he now had to ask for help reaching something, or for a ride since his stubby legs and shortened arms could no longer operate an unmodified car, he never appeared uneasy or frustrated.  And while he’d never been overly modest to begin with, Finn no longer seemed to possess the slightest inhibition.  Not only was he unbothered by his dramatic new look, he appeared eager to show it off whenever possible.  Shirts had always been a rare occurrence when just hanging out around the house, but now Finn kept his brawny new bulk clad in little more than a bright jockstrap unless absolutely necessary.  And when he did go out, the clothing he chose was specifically selected to accentuate his unusual features as opposed to obscuring them, not that covering his curvy bulk would have been an easy task to begin with.

All of which meant that Finn still turned heads wherever he went and still enjoyed the attention, only now it came from a different source.  Like everything else about his altered existence, the bite-sized brute showed no hesitation in embracing his new desires, throwing himself at men with the same eager abandon he had with women.  Watching the former ladies man now put his perfect height to use sucking dick after dick was as jarring an adjustment for Hunter as his friend’s physical changes, though not one he was above enjoying firsthand.

He told himself it was just to make Finn happy, but even before he realized it was the best blowjob he’d ever received, the brunette jock knew that was a lie.  For whatever reason, his friend’s new shape was a confusing turn on.  Hunter identified as straight, though he could still recognize an attractive man when he saw one, but Finn’s new shape wasn’t one that normally would have qualified.  The blonde’s formerly lean, traditionally handsome looks were the ones that Hunter should have seen as ideal, not the fat-dicked little meatball his friend had become.  And yet, the brunette’s cock throbbed whenever he thought about his friend’s bare, inflated cheeks bouncing in whatever jock he wore while his stubby new legs scurried around the house, or the contrasting softness of his friend’s hair against his granite shoulders while the shorter man’s head bobbed back and forth between the taller man’s legs.  Or, most surprising of all, the look of pure ecstasy on Finn’s warped face while the squat ball of muscle bounced up and down on Hunter’s lap, his oversized rear swallowing the lean jock’s cock with a vacuum seal.

And his altered friend’s eagerness was seemingly contagious.  Hunter wasn’t overly modest either, but he also wasn’t one to participate in group activities when it came to getting off.  So when he found himself naked on the couch with Finn squirming on his lap while blowing their friend Derek at the same time, everyone was a little surprised.  The sculpted, dark-skinned hunk had also never expressed an interest in sharing such an activity, but after hanging out for a while things just happened.  Finn was thrilled.  The stocky stud was never happier than when forming the middle of a sandwich between a pair of friends, which left the other men involved to pick up the slack when it came to piecing together their bizarre new turn ons.

Everyone, Hunter included, seemed to be rolling with it, to the point where mornings like this one, when the toned brunette woke up naked in bed with Finn and at least one other person, no longer seemed weird.

“You watching me sleep again,” Finn mumbled, his voice a groggy slur as one eye crept open in Hunter’s direction.

The leaner man blushed and smiled, a hand reaching out to rest on his friend’s meaty chest.  “Maybe.  Or maybe you were just snoring.”

“That’s the dude behind you,” Finn grinned sleepily, nodding behind Hunter at the slumbering wall of ebony muscle.  He raised an eyebrow as he folded one arm behind his head and reached out with the other to run his short fingers through his friend’s messy hair.  “How’d you wind up in the middle?”

Hunter shrugged.  It was becoming easy to lose track.  At some point during the previous evening they’d shifted around enough so that he was the one with Derek’s massive cock in his mouth while he busied his hands with pumping away on Finn’s fat log.  So far the shorter man had been the only one to actually get fucked by anyone else, but the shiver that ran through him at the feeling of Derek’s rigid meat pressing against his bare bubble was only one of several reasons that made Hunter think it would only be a matter of time.   He’d always been jealous of Derek’s “Donkey Dick” nickname, but now he was interested in it for an entirely different reason.  “Dunno…guess I’m getting my practice in now.”

“Dude…that’s not how the Call works.  You don’t HAVE to do anything.  You know that, right,” Finn asked, rolling over so that he faced his friend.

“Don’t I?  I’ve been having the dreams for like two weeks now.  Every time I close my eyes I can hear that voice, and it’s getting louder.  That’s what happened to you, isn’t it?  That’s how everyone says it starts.  I mean…I haven’t met anyone yet who heard it and DIDN’T go through with it at some point.”  Hunter sighed.  The dreams in question weren’t exactly nightmares, but they were far from pleasant.  It had started with a deep, resonant voice interjecting itself in his usual nocturnal wanderings, calling his name from a distance.  With each successive evening, though, the dreams turned into something else entirely.  Now Hunter spent his nights seeking the source of the voice through an endless, metallic labyrinth.  He’d find himself naked, wandering the endless corridors in what felt like real time as the voice called his name, an occasional shiver running through him until he finally woke up feeling like he hadn’t slept at all.  And now he was starting to hear the voice during his waking hours if he closed his eyes too long, all of which was a pattern he’d heard from several others.

“Then you can be the first,” Finn said, propping himself up on a meaty little arm.  “You’re the most stubborn asshole I know.  If you don’t want to do it, then don’t.  Buuuutttt,” the shorter man grinned, shifting over so that he pinned the other man and straddled his friend’s tight waist, “don’t sound so bummed if you DO want to go through with it.  It’s fuckin’ great, bro.”

Hunter couldn’t help but grin as Finn flexed, the squat man’s thick cock resting heavily on his stomach.  He reached up and gently squeezed the stubby thighs locking him in place, enjoying the view in silence for a moment.  “Is it true what they say, though?  I’ve heard some dudes talk about it like a religious experience…like they’d literally been called by a higher power.”

Finn stopped flexing, instead raising his hands in a confused wave.  “I don’t know a better way to describe it.  You know I’m not religious.  Never have been, and I still wouldn’t call myself that.  But what else could do something like this,” he asked, giving his lumpy muscle gut a light pat.  “And what else could get in our heads?  Or lead us to the Altars in the first place?”

“Is that Altars with an “A” or Alters with an “E”?  I’ve heard both.”  Hunter’s cock had gone rock hard behind Finn, and it was taking all of the lean man’s willpower not to guide his shrunken friend back onto it.

“Either one, really.  An Alter Altar?  Rolls right off the tongue,” Finn laughed.

“But what about now?  Be real, dude…you really like being this way?  All short and stout and horned up for guys all the time?  The Finn I knew wouldn’t have been stoked on that,” Hunter said, trying to be careful not to sound too judgy.  “How do you know you haven’t just been brainwashed into liking this?”

“How do you know I wasn’t brainwashed into thinking I wouldn’t?  How do you know you’re not brainwashed into being afraid of the possibilities?  We’re all programmed…it’s what society does.  Men are this thing, women are that thing, and god help anyone who steps out of line.  But this,” he said, rubbing a meaty pec, “didn’t just change my body; it opened my mind.  All that bullshit fell away.  I guess it IS brainwashing in the sense that your mind is cleaned for the first time and you can look at the world without all those filters in place.  I dunno, man.  It’s hard to explain without feeling it.  I’m still the Finn I always was, just one that’s not carrying around all that baggage.”

“It really does sound like a religion,” Hunter said, rolling his eyes.  “But you’re good at selling it.”

“I’m good at all kinds of things,” Finn purred, reaching behind to give his friend’s cock a few gentle tugs.

“And you didn’t choose…this…” Hunter asked, sliding a hand up from the other man’s thigh to begin rubbing his solid gut.

Finn shook his head.  “No one chooses it.  At least not on this end.  It’s kinda like a dream…I remember something happening, but I can’t recall the details.  Just that it felt safe and warm…I remember, like, a kaleidoscope of colors, a feeling of falling, and then it was over and I was like this.”

Hunter’s hand slid down to begin dancing a few fingers along the fat log resting on his stomach.  “It just seems so scary!  What if I end up with a pussy like Tommy?  Dude’s a wall of muscle walking around in panties.”

“So what if you do?  Does Tommy seem any worse off?  And I remember a certain someone being buried to the hilt in that wall of muscle just the other day,” Finn said, giving Hunter’s cock a rough tug.

“That’s what I’m saying!  I like being buried to the hilt!  I don’t want to give that up,” the wiry brunette protested.

“Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it.”  A heavy arm landed across Hunter’s chest as Derek’s sleepy voice rumbled next to him.  “Besides, we wouldn’t leave you hanging.”

“Lucky me,” Hunter sighed, another shiver running through him when the muscled giant began toying with one of his pert nipples.

“Yeah, literally.  Lucky you,” Derek yawned.  “Fuck, man, I’d love to get the Call!  This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance…don’t waste it ‘cause you’re afraid of how you’ll end up.  Unlike you heathens, I actually DO believe in a higher power and I don’t think you’re supposed to turn your back on this.  Look at us, dude.  Look at how close we are…how close we’ve all become.  And I don’t just mean ‘cause of the fuckin’.  Finn and Tommy and all these guys are out here doin’ the Lord’s work…when you get the call you gotta answer.  Of course it’s scary!  Things that are worth doing usually are.”

Hunter gave a short laugh and turned his head to look Derek in his bright brown eyes.  There wasn’t a trace of irony or sarcasm anywhere on the handsome hunk’s earnest expression, and before he even opened his mouth the toned brunette knew he’d just made up his mind.  “Did you ever think there was even a chance we’d end up like this?  In what world does Triple D wake up naked in bed with two dudes?”

The dark-skinned stud ground his rigid girder against Hunter’s side as he leaned in for a quick kiss.  “This one, apparently,” he laughed, now roughly kneading the thinner man’s chest.  “Oh, shit!  Maybe you’ll get some big ol’ titties and we can share that name?”