New Faith, Inc.: Trinity (Patreon)

“Wait…where the fuck are we,” Dane asked, stopping so abruptly his two friends bumped into him from behind.  The lean, wavy-haired brunette was jostled forward a few steps, his glare morphing into a wide-eyed look of shock when he turned to face his companions.  Instead of stepping out onto a bustling city street, the very street they’d seen through the clear glass doors of the New Faith, Inc. offices just moments before, the trio found themselves standing in what appeared to be a posh, suburban neighborhood.  They hadn’t even exited through an existing door or rectangular structure of any kind.  When Dane turned to look at Eddie and Owen, all he saw behind them was a well-kept street lined with broad lawns and luxurious houses.

“Is this…holy shit!  How is the city all the way over there,” Eddie yelped, pointing to a familiar skyline off in the distance.  The athletic blonde’s normally-smug expression was every bit as shell-shocked as Dane’s, a trait that was shared by all three when the olive-hued hunk accompanying them let out a sharp gasp.

“Does that mean that…thing…was telling the truth,” Owen asked, his stubble-covered jaw dropping.  He ran a hand through his thick, raven hair, his deceptively thin arm straining the sleeve of his fitted button down with the motion.

Dane shook his head and shrugged, nervously loosening his tie.  The toned brunette wasn’t as built as his two friends, but his fit frame looked every bit as impressive beneath his skin-tight button-down and tight slacks despite his smaller frame.  They’d dressed like they were headed for a court appearance since a judge had mandated them to the New Faith, Inc. offices, each of them hoping that showing off their superior builds might help their case.  If the thing they’d spoken to in the office that looked human, but very clearly wasn’t, had been telling the truth, that plan might have backfired.

The handsome, chocolate-haired pretty-boy hadn’t actually believed any of it was real until now.  None of them had.  They all thought it was a diversionary, “scared straight” kind of program, not an actual deal with the devil.  Or at least “a” devil, based on their experience.  The thing they’d spoken to had worn a human looking shell, but as the conversation had worn on it became clear that a “shell” is exactly what it was.  The features didn’t move the way they should, and the man had an almost plastic sheen to his appearance that became more noticeable the longer they’d stared at him.  His voice also didn’t seem to be coming from where his mouth was located, but lower, as if from behind his sternum.

By that point the three of them just wanted to leave.  They quickly agreed to whatever the thing said, only hearing that it would keep them out of jail and let them escape the increasingly-confining office.  The parts about their “karmic debts” and being bound to their trial lawyer, a mousy, strawberry blonde young man not much older than themselves, along with changes to their bodies, didn’t register until they’d already agreed.  They’d all exchanged quick, confused glances but kept quiet, deciding as a unit not to talk about it until they got outside.  But that had been when they were expecting to step onto a city street, not magically teleport miles away.

“No way! It can’t be,” Eddie scoffed, following Dane’s lead by loosening his tie and popping the top few buttons of his shirt.

“It very clearly fucking is,” Owen cried, his brown eyes wide as he kept spinning in a slow circle for any sign of the door they’d just walked through.  “That means…that means the rest of that shit we agreed to…oh god…” he moaned, frantically pawing at himself.  He untucked his shirt and tore off his tie, going from primped to disheveled in an instant.  “What did it say?  We’re…we’re going to get bigger or something?”

“Bro, calm down,” Dane said, putting a hand on the dark-haired hunk’s broad shoulder.  “No one’s getting anything, alright?  That’s not…possible…” he trailed off, his chiseled jaw dropping when Owen’s shoulder inflated beneath his hand.  It felt for a moment like he held a bag of crawling insects, and when the sensation passed the other man’s upper body was noticeably bigger.  The top buttons of his shirt strained near to bursting, while the fabric around his biceps and shoulders threatened to tear.  “Oh fuck…” the brunette whispered, a wave of dizziness washing over him when he looked down at himself.  Being the leanest of the group his outfit had the least amount of wiggle room, meaning that when his own frame had inflated slightly his clothing fared the worst.  It made the visible pec cleavage he now sported remarkable not only because the growth had caused the top half of the buttons to explode off his shirt, but because he had any at all.  Instead of being merely defined, his pecs now stood off his chest as prominent mounds, and the sleeves of his shirt had torn around his ballooning biceps.  Nor were his pants far behind as the fitted fabric had reached the breaking point around a pair of widening thighs.

“Fuck!  It’s all real!  Look at me,” Eddie roared, his sleeves disintegrating when he broke into a double bicep pose.  The action caused the blonde’s shirt to give in several other areas, leaving the shredded fabric to hang like an open, ill-fitting vest on his broadened upper body.  Like Dane, his pants were about to give at any moment, looking more like leggings than dressy slacks.

Owen’s olive skin was a pale shade of green as he prodded his own inflated chest, the plump mounds looking imposing and meaty beneath a thin layer of raven hair.  “What else was supposed to happen?  Something about our lawyer?  What was his name?  Stephen?  Fuck…I can’t remember…does…does anyone else’s head feel funny?”

Dane swallowed hard and nodded.  “Starting to feel like I’m fuckin’ drunk,” he said, a confused grin spreading across his widened jaw as he absently groped at his expanding muscle.  His shirt had fully torn open like the others, and he alternated between squeezing a juicy pec and flexing a brawny arm against his fingers.

“Horny too,” Eddie laughed, nodding at the outline of an obviously hard cock in the brunette’s straining pants.  The rigid organ looked both too large and like it could spring free at any moment, a condition shared by all three of them.

“Fuck yes I am,” Dane practically grunted, more concerned with getting relief than with the fact that his cock was quickly becoming a club that he openly groped in public.  “Is it weird that you guys are real hot right now?  Fuck…all that meat looks so fuckin’ hot…” he groaned.

“Wait…bros…this is…this is what they said!  We’re…we’re…” Owen’s frantic stammering was interrupted by a drunken laugh when the hairy hulk’s pants exploded free.  His tattered boxer briefs were no better underneath, looking like a pointless gray loincloth as the dark-haired man’s fat club poked free.  In minute’s he’d gone from athletic, to muscular, to massive.  He no longer looked like someone who lifted weights; he looked like someone who ONLY lifted weights.  His handsome features had squared and widened, his neck vanishing beneath the expansive sea of flesh that had draped itself over him.  He’d grown a few inches taller as well, though it was hard to determine against the impossible body-builder backdrop.  “A dumb, horny har..hair?  Hard?  What was the word?  I can’t…hair men?  Fuck…is that my dick now?!”  Owen’t quest to recall the word “harem” was forgotten when he stared at the aching girder jutting out beneath his shredded muscle gut.

“Dude!  Look at that piece!  Fuckin’ huge, bro,” Eddie cheered as he walked over and grabbed the imposing club, his other hand giving the hairy slab that was his friend’s chest a loud slap.

“Look at our tits, man!  Fuckin’ pecs for daaaaays,” Owen laughed, giving the blonde’s smooth shelf a rough chest-bump.  Other than a short gasp he didn’t react in the slightest to the fact that his friend was tugging on his inflated cock.

“Awww…no fair!  How come you guys are still bigger,” Dane pouted, going through a series of poses as he inspected his own inflated bulk.  The once-wiry hunk had ballooned beyond the size of a heavyweight bodybuilder, but he was still smaller than the groping duo.

“Doesn’t look like we’re the biggest, bruh,” Owen purred as the brunette’s impossible cock finally burst forth.  Normally Dane was the least hung of the group, but while his friend’s had ballooned everywhere else, he’d packed on extra growth that left him with a colossal log where his formerly thin five inches should have been.

“Fuuuuuck,” the once-wiry hunk moaned as he wrapped an inflated fist around the girthy monster.  Far in the back of his brain an alarm bell was ringing, trying to warn him that none of this should have been happening, and at the very least it shouldn’t have been happening out in the open on a quiet suburban street, but it was drowned out by the boisterous new desires growing in time with his body.  “Who’s gonna come over here and choke on this thing?”

“What the hell are you three doing?!”  On cue, a stunned, shrill voice answered Dane’s question.  The trio turned in unison to see a familiar, mousy young man stepping out of the large house they stood in front of, the briefcase falling from his hand as he gawked at the nearly naked hulks.

“Stephen!  There he is!”  Instead of confused or questioning, Eddie only looked eager as he turned from Owen and bounded towards the smaller man.  “Where you think you’re goin, bro?”

“Yeah!  You can’t just skip out on us,” Owen roared, lumbering behind the excessively brawny blonde.  The sight of their lawyer cemented the last piece of the puzzle, leaving only a dull familiarity in place of the anxiety they’d been feeling.

Like a panicked deer, Stephen bolted for his car.  He managed to hop into the driver’s seat and throw it into gear, but as he floored the accelerator the car stayed in place.  A quick glimpse at a rearview mirror filled by a pair of bare, flexing torsos told him why.  Eddie and Owen, having grown from a flat six foot to nearly seven feet tall, had lifted the back of the small sedan off the ground, leaving the tires to spin helplessly against the air.  His heart raced as he watched Dane approach in the side mirror, too overwhelmed by what was happening to notice that he’d left the door unlocked.

“Dude, how you gonna leave us hangin’ like this,” the strapping brunette asked as he threw the door open.  “Get out here and look at these two!  Fuckin’ monsters,” Dane sighed, easily grabbing Stephen by the waist of his pants and pulling him out of the car.  The slight, strawberry blonde yelped as he was casually thrown over a cannonball shoulder, a massive hand clamped on his perky little bubble to keep him in place.  “Look at that shit, bro!”

Stephen couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of the larger two.  At a meager 5’8” himself, the 6’5” Dane was imposing enough, but Eddie and Owen looked like statues come to life.  Their meaty glutes and herculean thighs seemed like the size of his whole body as he watched the two hold the car aloft.  “Now…now just wait a second here, guys,” Stephen stammered.  “I had nothing to do with this!  That…that…thing…from New Faith came to me and asked if I wanted a reward for all my pro bono legal work, but that was it!  I didn’t know it was going to do this to the three of you.  So if you’re mad, I’m not the one who…”

The tiny lawyer broke off in a yelp when Dane gave his ass a rough swat.  It didn’t actually hurt, which Stephen recognized showed a surprising amount of restraint given their size differences.  “Mad?  Fuck would we be mad about?  You’re our little Stevie…we just didn’t want you leavin’ without a proper goodbye.”

“But…but what does that even…hey!”  The mousy man squealed when the hand on his ass shifted into the waist of his pants and briefs before easily tearing the backs of both free.  His face was already red from being suspended upside down over Dane’s giant shoulder, and he went an even deeper shade at the sensation of the open air on his exposed bubble.  “HOooooooookay…just…just wait a…” he whimpered when a rough finger began toying with his eager hole, his own head starting to spin.

“Come on guys…Stevie’s little cock’s pokin’ a hole in my shoulder,” Dane laughed, flexing his arm to grind the smaller man’s rigid member against it.  He waited for his friends to set the car down before turning towards the house but paused when the naked giants flanked the smaller man.  Lifting the vehicle had been enough to cause the rest of their tattered clothes to shred away, though they weren’t concerned with their own nudity nearly as much as the small lawyer’s.

“Guys!  Please!  Can…can we at least get inside firstttuuuunnnhhh…!”  Stephen spasmed when Owen bent over, spread his cheeks, and then buried his lantern, stubble-covered jaw between them.  Pinned as he was by Dane’s grip, all he could do was grunt and writhe while the dark-haired hulk rimmed him in the driveway, but even that was brought to a stop when Eddie approached from the other side.

“Why you still wearin’ this,” the blonde behemoth asked as he casually tore Stephen’s shirt free.  Once the smaller man’s torso was exposed he gently put his hands against the little lawyer’s chest and lifted him upright until he was high enough for a rough kiss.

Stephen felt like he was going to pass out.  Between the rush of altered memories, the blood rushing to his head, and the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through him as Eddie’s tongue probed his mouth and Owen’s tongue probed his hole, it was too much.  Dane’s massive frame was like a pommel horse beneath him, so solid and sturdy that the muscled mountain barely moved while the other two went at him from both ends.

“Quit hoggin’ him,” the brawny brunette finally grunted, abruptly turning and pulling the sputtering Stephen away from the other two.  “Let’s go inside so we can ALL have some fun.”

The stunned lawyer listened to his floors groan as the trio lumbered inside and slammed the door behind them.  Dane didn’t put him down, but he somehow knew the other man wasn’t going to. They all liked hefting and manhandling him just as much as he liked being hefted and manhandled, a realization that made him swoon.  Suddenly the three naked goliaths didn’t feel like strangers in his house but fixtures, belonging there just as much as he did.

When they hauled him upstairs to the bedroom, Stephen wasn’t surprised to see his queen mattress replaced by a modified king.  It didn’t look like a bed as much as it did a small stage, but to hold all four of them it needed to be big and sturdy.  Luckily for him it was both, not even creaking in the slightest when Dane roughly tossed him onto it and the three crawled on behind.  “Okay…okay…I’m sorry I was going to leave without saying goodbye, but you three know you can’t be outside like thiiiiii…” Stephen was cut off when Owen reached down and tore the remains of his pants free, giving Dane unrestricted access to swallow the entirety of his slight package.  He arched his back and moaned, his hands shooting out to the throbbing, oozing pillars that loomed on either side.  Considering their much smaller size, Stephen’s fingers couldn’t come close to fully grasping the wide organs, nor could he even begin to fully palm the heaping, churning balls attached underneath.

He still tried, equally overcome by the impossible familiarity of it all as his three new friends were.  He correctly guessed that, given their diminished attention spans, he was the only one who still remembered what was happening, but he wasn’t going to bring up a potentially sore subject.  He’d taken their case for free thinking it would be easy, a trio of drunk young men who’d started a bar fight.  No one had been seriously hurt in the incident, it was mostly just property damage, but when the judge recommended New Faith, Inc. instead he’d never imagined it would end this way.  He’d been attracted to the trio, with their fit, frat-boy bodies it was impossible not to be, though that’s where he thought it would end.  When the strange, plastic-looking man appeared in his mirror and offered him a reward, he had no way of knowing that reward would be the three of them turning into his own horny, titanic trinity.

“Oh…oh fuck…guys…this is…wait…Dane…don’t just shove that innnNNNUUUNNHHH!”  Stephen braced himself for a searing pain that never came when Dane lifted his legs into the air and roughly thrust his oozing monster inside.  At its thick, footlong length the monster organ should have split him in two, but all the impaled little man felt was a soul-quivering bliss.  He tried to speak, to tell the big brunette to keep going, only managing a wordless howl instead.

“He’s so cute like that,” Eddie purred, his fat cock joining with Owen’s to hover over the smaller man’s face as the two giants leaned in to exchange a long, rough kiss.

“Love it when all he can do is lick,” Owen grunted, smiling down at Stephen as he helplessly lapped at the looming logs.  His hands clutched at each of the bigger men’s mammoth globes, feeling small and weak against the onslaught of muscle.

“Let’s help him out.”  The broad blonde took a hand and angled his cock so the bulbous head pointed directly at Stephen’s mouth while Owen did the same, giving the prone man easier access to the sensitive rods. “Fuuuuuck yeah,” he grunted, his heaping balls resting against Stephen’s head on one side while Owen’s took up the other.

For his part, the penetrated little man did as he was told, just like always whenever the trio gave him an order.  Not because he had to, either, but because he wanted to.  Spending his days being confident and commanding in a courtroom, he loved being bossed around by his dull, doting boys.  He knew they’d never do anything to hurt him, which left him free to enjoy it whenever they manhandled him just to that line.  They’d carry him and toss him around and, like in the driveway, embarrass the hell out of him, but that was all part of the fun.  It also helped that his own body had apparently been altered to handle the size of the three so they didn’t tear him in two, though it wouldn’t have been much of a reward otherwise.

Stephen sputtered when Owen sprayed without warning, gulping down as much as he could while the rest of the copious load coated his thin face and ran into his matted, strawberry scalp.  The big guys had a tendency to pop off at random but they always recovered quickly, and he knew that Eddie could always go next after Dane anyway.  He’d be late to the office, but it was a small price to pay to keep his guys happy.

“Were we…were we doin’ somethin’ before,” Eddie asked as he grinned down at the cum-soaked Stephen.  His eager expression fell slightly, but he still gazed longingly at the slender man’s subtly defined frame.

“Yeah…gettin’ ready for this…” Dane grunted between thrusts.  His heaping pecs glistened with sweat, his already-dazed expression taking on a slack-jawed smile.

“No…I mean…I keep thinkin’ that we…like…I dunno…” Eddie continued, punctuating the sentence with little gasps as Owen toyed with his enlarged nipples.  He was interrupted before he could speak again by Dane’s piercing bellow as the brunette bruiser came, nearly shooting Stephen off the end of his massive cock from the force of the eruption.

The panting brunette just smiled at him and tousled Eddie’s hair with a cum-slick hand, leaving the golden shock a spiky mess.  “Dude.  Who gives a fuck what we were doin’?  Just get over here and take your turn before Owen does.”