Take a Bath (Patreon)

Riley laughed to himself as he slipped out of his briefs and dropped them into the basket with the rest of his discarded clothing.  The beefy blonde’s instinct was to reach for a towel as he did in the locker rooms, but there were none to be had.  Not until after their soak.  “You know, this is a level of male nudity that no one mentioned when describing the trip,” he chuckled, folding his thick arms across his burly muscle gut.

Around him, his three friends were in various stages of disrobing.  Oscar, a bronze-skinned stud whose jet-black hair and pretty-boy features never failed to draw attention, peeled out of his boxer-briefs and gave his hips a shake, his girthy package slapping loudly in the otherwise silent space.  “Didn’t want you to get too excited in advance,” he grinned, reaching out to give Riley’s shorter, thicker cock a squeeze.  The stocky blonde cursed and stumbled away, slamming roughly into a nearby wall.

“Yo, children.  Cool it,” Holden spat.  The athletic brunette shook his head, an exasperated look on his boy-next-door face as he stepped out of his boxers.  “This is supposed to be a sacred space, so could you two please act right,” he said, gesturing to the serene surroundings.  They stood in a small, wood-lined antechamber, the humid alcove smelling pleasantly of cypress and mild incense.  A gentle trickle of running water could be heard just on the other side of the thin curtain that separated them from the bathing area on one side, while a heavy door of swollen wood led back to the stairs on the other.  Several stories above them, nestled onto the cliff, was a quaint, old-fashioned Ryokan, the Japanese-style inn a rarity in the mountains of New England.  Holden had come across it while trying to plan a vacation to celebrate his first major promotion at work, and he’d thought his friends would appreciate a few days of hiking and relaxing.  The inn was tucked deep into the forest, accessible only by four-wheel drive, and existed largely off-grid, with the onsen being the main attraction.  The natural hot spring was fed by waters that couldn’t be found anywhere else, according to the website, and supposedly contained magical properties.  Holden didn’t believe any of that, but the view of the mountain valley from the rooms, and from the cave where the baths were held, was magical enough on its own.

“It wasn’t cheap either, so if you could not get us kicked out on our first night that’d be great,” Mark added.  The lean, dark-skinned jock gathered their baskets and carried them over to the spot where they’d be collected and their clothes laundered for them.

“Look, we apologized to the old guy for getting a little too rowdy earlier,” Oscar said, rolling his eyes.  “Since it’s just us up here I didn’t think we needed to be that careful.”  He slapped Holden on a muscled arm and lowered his voice on purpose.  “Come get naked with a bunch’a dudes and get shushed like we’re in a library.  Great vacation spot, bro.”

“What do you think the guy meant when he said he wasn’t the one who we needed to apologize to?  Fuck does that even mean,” Riley asked, shrugging.  “I thought we were the only ones staying here?  Who’s Oni and why does he give a shit what we’re doing?  If they’re that pissed at us they can come out of their weird room up there and say something.”

“We shouldn’t be in a position where it matters,” Holden sighed as he pushed through the curtain and into the main cave.  “They asked that we treat the place with respect but you guys were acting like it’s the frat house all over again.”

“Sorry daaaaaad,” Riley sang, following behind his naked friend.  “Didn’t mean to get us…in trouble…” he trailed off.  His smug smirk turned into an expression of genuine surprise as he stepped into a spacious natural cavern, lit by flickering brass lanterns secured to the damp walls.  The rough stone ceiling stretched far above overhead, and to his left a ramshackle series of pipes formed a row of small showers, while to his right a sprawling, natural pool stretched to the opening that overlooked the dusk-lit valley outside.  The hot spring was fed by a series of gentle waterfalls spilling out of the rock wall at various points, the whole scene obscured by a thin layer of steam that radiated from the geologically-heated liquid.  “Okay, this is actually impressive,” he said with a short laugh.

“Not so fast.”  Holden cut off Riley’s trek to the pool with a quick swat on his friend’s plump rear.  “You need to shower off first,” he said, nodding to the handheld showers and baskets of soap on the opposite wall.

“Wait…we need to shower before we take a bath,” Oscar scoffed, his handsome face looking confused.

“This isn’t chlorinated like the nasty hot tub at the gym,” Mark said as he walked over and began scrubbing himself down.  The dim light accentuated the definition on his tight, toned frame as it reflected off the glistening muscle, and the lean hunk felt a slight rush of self-conscious anxiety when he looked up and saw his friends watching him.  “What?  This isn’t a free show.  Go hose your asses off or get ready to pay up if you want to watch the whole thing.”

“So, what?  Like a dollar,” Oscar laughed as he took the space next to Mark.  “Can I just venmo you?”  He kept his gaze glued to his showering friend for far longer than he should, much to Mark’s irritation.  He eventually closed his eyes as the warm water cascaded across his tanned, smooth skin, the sculpted muscle underneath already relaxing in the humid interior.  The whole space doubled as a natural sauna, even with the opening at the far end, and despite his performative bravado while undressing the dark-haired pretty-boy was already glad they came.  Out of all of them he was the most comfortable with public nudity, and with his perfect physique and hulking cock it was easy to understand why.

“You can point that thing in another direction for starters.”

Oscar opened his eyes at Mark’s laugh, blushing slightly when he looked down and saw his thick eight inches standing at attention.  “Uh…whoops.  Haven’t had that happen in the locker room in a minute,” he laughed awkwardly.

“I mean, we HAVE been here for a whole twelve hours and you haven’t gotten laid, so…” Holden grinned, politely averting his eyes.  The boy-next-door brunette wasn’t far behind the erect stud in terms of their athletic physiques, though his more pale frame had a light dusting of chocolate hair that the other man’s chiseled bulk lacked.  His average six-inches also lagged slightly, especially while still soft compared to Oscar’s throbbing club, but he’d never had any complaints.

“Is this what we’re doing?  Hold on a sec…” There was a sudden, rhythmic splashing as Riley held the shower in one hand and started tugging on his fat cock with the other.  After only a few pulls the stocky blonde’s wide, five-and-a-half inches was as rigid and ready as Oscar’s, a broad grin on his square face as he thrust it forward.  “There we go.  Now it’s not weird.”

“What did we JUST talk about,” Holden sighed, shaking his head as he did his best not to look at either of his friends’ solid cocks.

“Dude, we’re the only ones in here,” Riley grunted.  “Calm down.”  He turned and batted his thick club against Holden’s thigh, giving Oscar a quick look in the process.  Taking the hint, the handsome stud began doing the same on the brunette’s other side, his arms flexed behind his head while he swiveled his hips.

Holden squirmed out of the way, but the damage had already been done.  Always quick to get hard himself, his cock had started twitching to life, and the blushing jock knew there’d be no stopping it.  He told himself it was just the novelty of the situation, that getting naked with his friends somewhere other than a familiar locker room was exciting, and that they hadn’t horsed around like this for a few years since graduating from college.  It most definitely wasn’t because he found them oddly attractive at the moment, or that he had to struggle to keep his eyes off them.  And his skin wasn’t tingling from where their warm, firm organs had collided against it, but from the soap and water instead.  “You guys are such children,” he pouted, his broad shoulders slumping when his cock went solid.

Riley and Oscar just grinned, their arms still flexed behind their heads as they pressed their bulbous heads together.  “Come on man, get in on this!  With our powers combined,” the blonde beamed.

Holden opened his mouth to give an exasperated sigh, but it choked off in his throat and he swallowed hard instead.  Watching his friends’ juvenile display, he wasn’t as annoyed as he wanted to be; he was aroused.  He became painfully aware of just how impressive Riley’s beefy arms were, and how thick the muscle piled up around the stocky jock’s midsection.  His eyes traveled down over the muscled globes that formed the blonde’s meaty cheeks, before returning north along Oscar’s more tapering frame.  He took in the bronzed Adonis’s perfectly muscled thighs, perky bubble, and washboard abs before resting on the prominent pecs jutting out from between the other man’s broad shoulders.  A sudden movement caught his attention and he turned to see Mark watching him as he watched the others, the dark-skinned stud’s thick seven inches just as hard as everyone else’s.  Though it wasn’t as big as Oscar’s, the throbbing organ looked huge against the deceptively-thin man’s wiry, defined frame.  Holden blushed, but before he could say anything Mark made his move.

The lean man’s cock must have felt as huge as it looked based on how Oscar went up on his toes.  While the dark-haired pretty-boy focused on Riley, Mark wrapped his arms around Oscar’s tight waist and thrust his hips forward, wedging his firm rod between the stunned stud’s perky bubble.  “Whoa!  Hey!  No fair,” Oscar yelped, squirming helplessly in Mark’s steely arms.  The thinner man may not have been as built, but his toned frame was rock solid with a surprising amount of precision muscle.

“Hey man…I said you were going to have to pay for the show,” Mark laughed, giving a few more humps before letting Oscar slip free.  His friendly face was as charming as ever when the other man turned and glared at him, his arms folded across his modest pecs as he swiveled his hips and wagged his cock the way his friend had earlier.

The flushed-faced pretty-boy eventually grinned and shook his head.  “Yeah, right.  Like you’d be the top in this situation.”

“At least you know I’d do you right,” Mark purred, giving one of Oscar’s firm cheeks a squeeze as he sauntered past and into the pool.  “Sorry dude,” he said to Holden, who was already submerged up to his chest.  “I couldn’t resist.”

The brunette just sighed.  “I’m sure we’ve already pissed off whatever’s down here, so we might as well lean into it at this point.”

“No, you’re right.  No more fucking around,” Mark said, shooting Riley and Oscar a look as they splashed in behind.  “Let’s actually enjoy this.  Place is incredible.”

The boisterous pair seemed to agree, falling oddly silent as they settled in the warm bath.  The depth varied, though at its deepest the surface never came above Riley’s mid-torso.  Given that the stocky blonde was the shortest of the group at 5’8”, that left the others either wading through waist-deep water or sitting submerged up to their broad shoulders.

With only the gentle splash of the waterfalls and the rhythmic buzzsaw of nocturnal insects humming to life in the forest outside, the four friends drifted in a steamy haze.  They’d all spent plenty of time in hot tubs and saunas, but something about the bath was different.  They relaxed on a fundamental level.  It wasn’t just their muscles that let go; they each felt something inside themselves shift and loosen.  None of them were what they’d consider “anxious” by nature, but at the moment they didn’t think they’d be able to work themselves up if they tried.  It was like being pleasantly buzzed, their brains only registering “happy” and “horny” as priority emotions.  The awkward embarrassment they’d felt at getting hard around each other had faded almost immediately, and now they just laughed when one of them would lean back and a bulbous head would poke up out of the water.

“Okay, I take it all back.  This place is perfect,” Riley said, the first to break the silence after an unknown amount of time.  He rested next to Oscar at the edge of the pool, his beefy arms folded on the ledge as both of them looked out at the mountain valley.

“Won me over, that’s for damn sure,” the dark-haired man nodded.  “How long can we stay in here?”

Riley rolled over and took a deep breath, blaming the wave of dizziness that washed over him on the heat of the pool.  “I think as long as we want.  I’m gonna go cool off for a bit.  I’m feeling a little waaooohhh!”  He yelped when he stepped forward and found himself submerged up to his chin, having to tilt his head back to keep it above water.  “Fuck…guess I found a deep spot,” he laughed, hopping on his toes.  The water should have quickly shallowed, he’d walked through that same spot on his trip to the edge of the pool and hadn’t sunk, but it stayed at his chin.  “What the fuck…”

“Very funny dude,” Oscar groaned, the water level dropping back to his waist when he stood.  “Just stand up.”

“I am!  I’m on my fuckin’ tip-toes,” Riley cried, his eyes wide when his friend began sloshing over.

“Okay, yeah, sure you are.  Better be careful or you’ll piss…off…Holden…” Oscar broke off in a gasp when he made it to within a few steps of his friend, never finding the deep spot Riley mentioned.  More alarming, though, were the obvious differences he began to notice.  As his friend moved his arms to tread water, the muscled limbs didn’t look as long as they should, and the face that gazed up at him appeared smaller as well.  And now that he thought about it, Oscar began to recognize the slightly higher pitch to the stocky stud’s normally deep voice.  “Wait…is something…happening…”

Riley turned and swam for the side of the pool in a frantic splash.  “Get me the fuck outta this water!  Fuck!”

“What the hell is going on down here?”  Pulled out of his pleasant doze, Mark waded around the bend in the stone pool just in time to see Riley haul himself up and out of the water.  There was a prolonged moment of stunned silence while he stared back and forth between the blonde and Oscar, none of them knowing what to say.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!”  Riley’s voice was a shrill cry as he staggered upright and looked around from a significantly lower vantage point.  Though he’d never been close to tall, his previous, barely-average stature would have towered over his current, barely three-foot height.  “DID I FUCKING SHRINK?!”  The brawny little beefcake pawed frantically at himself, finding that, at least from his own perspective, his proportions hadn’t changed.  He still looked like himself and had the same shape, only on a much smaller scale.

“O…okay.  Nobody panic…let’s just…FUCK!  Oscar!”  Mark finally managed to pry his eyes away from Riley’s warped body, only to have them land on a warping Oscar.  Though he’d only looked away for no more than a minute or two at most, the dark-haired pretty-boy was nearly unrecognizable in his now-ballooning frame.  Oscar’s shredded washboard had pushed out into a broad, still-expanding muscle-gut beneath a set of pecs that now rested full and heavy on top.  To either side, arms that had been composed of perfectly separated muscle groups instead hung like beefy logs from thick, imposing shoulders that swallowed nearly all of the formerly tapering stud’s neck.  Even his face had filled out, his chiseled features swallowed beneath a round, rugged mask.

The tanned, formerly toned hunk had been so focused on Riley that he hadn’t even noticed.  “Shit!  NO!  How is this happening?!”  Oscar shrieked, his voice having dropped where the blonde’s had risen.  He lumbered over to the edge of the pool and hauled his hefty frame out of the water, revealing the meaty, tree-trunk thighs, rippling, ample rear, and long, pudgy cock that now supported the bloated build.  Where Riley had been reduced by more than half, Oscar had gone from smoldering jock to dad-bod on steroids

“Oh god…oh god…is that…is that my…” Mark’s whimpers pulled his friends’ attention away from themselves, and they looked over to see the lean man staring in wide-eyed shock at the rigid log poking up out of the water.  Instead of just a glistening head breaking the surface, the top third of an imposingly wide organ could be seen.  “It’s huge!  Too huge!  I can’t…” Mark scampered out of the pool, eliciting a series of gasps at the sight of his nearly two-foot monster.  The organ was like a third forearm, looking even more obscene against the rest of the man’s unaltered, whipcord frame.  The hefty, churning grapefruits underneath emphasized the colossal nature, and proved they weren’t just for show when Mark erupted moments later.  The stunned man had merely wrapped both hands as best he could around the massive monolith, but it proved too much for the sensitive organ.  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he moaned, arching his back and spasming in place as his inflated cock spurted like a geyser.  When it was done, the rigid club showed neither signs of softening nor a reduction in sensitivity, erupting a second and third time moments later.  “We…we have to get out of here,” Mark stammered, trying desperately to keep his racing thoughts on the task at hand.  Instead of escape he wanted to throw himself at the others, to explore their beautiful new bodies in full and enjoy what they’d become.  Even in the grip of his shock he was able to recognize that surprise was all he truly felt.  There was no actual horror or disgust at what had happened to them, only a growing desire.  He dimly remembered something Holden had said about the place being sacred, and the old man’s words about an apology, but already everything was blurring.  “Holden…man…get…get out of the water…,” he managed to hiss when he looked back and saw the brunette casually leaning against the wall, still in the pool.

“Why?”  Holden’s eyes were fixed on the group, and though his body was submerged his shoulders could be seen moving as one hand caressed his chest and the other focused its attention lower.

“‘Cause we’re moving the party out here,” Riley said with a drunken laugh.  The beefy little blonde pawed at himself in a similar manner, a look of surprise on his face as he tugged on his thick, tiny cock.  It filled his calloused palm in exactly the same way, but he knew that wouldn’t be the case for everyone.  “This probably doesn’t look as good to you guys, does it?”

“Looks great to me,” Oscar said, reaching down to tweak the comparatively petite organ between a pair of fingers.  “Fuuuuck that’s hot,” he groaned, a hand drifting across his beach ball belly.  “I can barely see mine over this gut.”

“Don’t worry, it’s still there.”  Before anyone could say anything else, Riley stepped forward and put his new height to work by swallowing as much of Oscar’s mouth-level log as he could.

“See what you’re…missing…” the tanned man groaned to his submerged friend as he flexed his meaty new cheeks against Riley’s shrunken, clutching fingers.

“When you put it like that,” Holden giggled, making the group’s eyes go wide as he slowly stood.  Instead of being tapering and athletic, his body had ballooned into a broad wall of sculpted muscle.  The furry brunette looked like a statue rising from the depths as the water cascaded over his cannonball shoulders and fell like a waterfall from his heaping, granite pecs.  His mountainous new abs still pinched at his widened waist, but his perky bubble had become a set of perky basketballs, attached to thighs that made Oscar’s new tree trunks look small.  Like his dark-haired friend his face had filled out to match, becoming exaggeratedly wide-jawed and comically chiseled, but, unlike his friend, the modest cock jutting from between his oversized thighs hadn’t grown to match.  If anything the solid little poker had shrunk, now topping out at no more than four inches, a size that would have looked small against Holden’s previous frame but which looked miniscule on the stage-ready bodybuilder physique he’d acquired.  “Whoa!  Is this…is this me…” he asked, groping his distended muscle while giving another drunken laugh.  Even when his massive mitts made their way to his diminished endowment, the now-hulking hunk just shrugged and ground it into his palm.  “Still bigger than Riley’s.”

The shrunken blonde pulled his mouth away from Oscar only long enough to eye his friend’s stout little rod.  “Looks perfect to me,” he said, licking his lips before going back to work on the beefy new bull.

Only Mark seemed to retain any awareness of what was happening.  He gawked at Holden’s strapping, shredded bulk and listened to his friend’s dulled voice with as much horror as he could muster, trying in vain to keep the knowledge from slipping away.  “Guys…wait…look at us!  Look at what we’re…doing…” he trailed off in a groan when he reflexively gripped his cock and the expanded log exploded again, the force sending him to his knees on the damp stone.

“Gotta learn how that thing works if you’re gonna do us right,” Holden laughed, dropping down and draping his wide wall of muscle across Mark’s back.  He leaned in and kissed his friend’s neck, his lips slowly drifting down along the other man’s spine while his enlarged hands held him close.

“Holden…dude…snap…snap out of it, man,” Mark panted, falling forward onto his hands and knees when the burly brunette gently pushed him over.

“Snap out of what?  I’m fuckin’ horny, bro,” Holden grunted, dropping to his knees.  He kissed the base of Mark’s spine before grabbing his friend’s firm little cheeks and spreading them, his widened face abruptly disappearing between.

“OOOOooohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Mark whimpered, his cock oozing like a faucet as the formerly straight stud behind him began licking around his spasming hole.  He wanted to point out how wrong it should have been, but his attention was focused on the other two, who’d moved back to the edge of the pool.  Oscar now sat with his legs in the water while the mini meathead straddled and writhed on his lap, blissfully impaled on the bigger man’s fat log.  For just a moment he had a final, fleeting flash of realization, a sudden remembrance that “Oni” wasn’t a who, but a what.  It suddenly occurred to him that none of them had even thought to ask about the ominous black door with the strange crimson symbol at the back of the inn.  They’d been too busy horsing around and acting like they’d rented a beach house, ignoring the warning to treat the space with respect.  And now, they’d been turned into creatures who thrived on those same, uninhibited impulses.  “NNNgggnnnhh!”

Mark lost the tenuous grip on awareness when Holden stopped licking and shoved his short little rod inside.  Though tiny, the invading poker felt massive in the lean man’s tight, virgin hole.  He felt like he should pull away, or that he should at least want to, but instead he threw his hips back, desperate for more.