To the Top of the Temple, ch. 6 (Patreon)

It was the moment Tony had been waiting for, though until he watched it happen the lean brunette hadn’t been aware that he’d been waiting for anything.  Jake’s squat, stout new proportions no longer registered as the slightest bit odd as far as he was concerned, but Tony was curious how the stocky stud’s friend would react.

He didn’t know why he was so interested.  He didn’t know Jordan at all, he barely knew Jake; it just felt important.  That sense that everything was perfectly fine even though he knew he’d somehow done something drastic had been gnawing at him all day, just as it had with Matt at first.  He hadn’t been around his friend and any of their mutual acquaintances at the same time since the bottom-heavy hunk’s transformation.  As such, he hadn’t been able to see how people who weren’t present when the changes occurred had responded to the new look.  Tony assumed the reactions were positive since no one had texted him and there hadn’t been any blow ups on social media, but watching the older man waddle across the diner finally let him witness such an encounter firsthand.

“Jake!  Omigod!  Look at you,” the young man cried from behind the counter, his bright eyes going wide.  Jordan was as cute as Jake had warned and then some, with a tight, athletic frame capped by an eager, dimpled smile, a button nose, and a head of short-cropped raven hair.  He looked to be around Tony’s age, maybe slightly younger, with skin that hovered between light brown and a golden bronze.  He stood an average height, and his body was tight and defined without looking overly muscled, though his broad shoulders, modest pecs, and toned arms were by no means unimpressive as they strained against his small, thin t-shirt.  When Jordan darted out from behind the bar his chino shorts contained a bouncing bubble that could have given Matt’s new cakes a run for their money, looking all the more round and full as he bent down to Jake’s new eye level.  “What the hell is this?!  I don’t come by the Lanai for a few days and you go off and get yourself a whole new look?  Damn, girl.  I thought we were friends,” he pouted, running his hands along Jake’s shortened frame and turning the now-smaller man in a slow circle.

“A few days?  Bitch, I haven’t seen you in at least a week,” Jake grunted, flexing his stubby new arms.

“Is now a good time for me to point out that your ass hasn’t been in here either?”  Jordan rolled his eyes even as he copped a feel of the older man’s overstuffed bulge.  “I’ve been b-u-s-y,” he sighed.

“If it makes you feel better, you’re one of the first people who gets to see the new me,” Jake offered, giving the younger man a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’m truly honored,” Jordan cooed, putting a hand on his chest as he righted himself.  “So who’s your lovely smelling friend here?”

Tony blushed, smiling bashfully.  As he and Jake had been completing their new looks, the cloying, floral scent had reemerged, bringing with it the violet aura that now seemed to radiate from everything as soon as Tony let his attention wander.  Jake said he could neither see nor smell anything out of the ordinary, so the scantily-clad brunette decided to recreate it by purchasing a sweet, floral perfume.  It was nothing like the masculine, woody cologne he normally wore, but it felt as right as everything else about his own new look, to the point where he’d forgotten about putting it on at all until the other man pointed it out.  “Hey, I’m Tony,” he said, stretching out a hand that was abruptly pulled into a quick hug.

“Please.  We don’t do formal.  Any friend of Jake’s…” Jordan laughed, giving another sniff before stepping away.  He blinked, his expression going momentarily dazed.  “That’s a wild scent.  What is it?”

Tony wasn’t sure which one Jordan asked about; the one he wore, or the one that wafted out of the phantom jungle creeping in at the edges of his vision.  “Jasmine bouquet,” he said, noticing how the other man’s hands still lingered at his trim waist.

There was a prolonged pause before Jordan shook his head and stepped back, taking a deep breath.  “It suits you.  Goes great with your whole look, which, by the way, is giving,” he whistled, smiling again as he looked Tony up and down.  “So did you lovely ladies just come to see me, or am I supposed to feed you, too?”

“I mean, since we’re here,” Jake shrugged, his broad back flexing as he scampered up onto a nearby stool.  He looked smaller than ever with his tiny sneakers kicking at the open air and the diner counter hitting him at the bottom of his chest, but the older stud appeared entirely unbothered.

Between the two of them, Tony was the embarrassed one.  He blushed as he took up the next stool over, his low-riding shorts leaving the top half of his perky rear on display.  With the bright orange jockstrap hanging exposed it drew more attention than it already would have, making Tony painfully aware of just how many gazes lingered in his direction.  Being just around the corner from the Lanai, the 24-hour diner was as much of a gay institution as the club.  It served much of the same clientele, and Tony wondered if any of the men staring at him now had been present the night before to witness his unintended performance with Matt.  He was surprised to find the idea calming him down.  The more he thought about the men witnessing him in all his glory, the more his anxiety faded, making room in his brain for the lush, alien jungle to creep back in.  Tony tried to wipe the lavender glow from his eyes, but as he looked around the bustling diner and saw the eager, lustful faces eyeing him and Jake, the illumination only grew.  There was a growing part of him that wanted to strip down right then and there, to give himself over to the cosmic foliage superimposed on the mundane eatery and shine like the radiant beacon the Temple so clearly wanted him to be.

But he wasn’t there, at least not yet.  Instead, he retained his meager clothing and listened to Jordan talk to Jake like the former hulk had simply changed his hairstyle.  “So what brought all this on?  I thought you already did your whole mid-life crisis thing,” the younger man asked.

There was a moment where Jake’s expressions went distant, his stubby hand looking small as it gripped the pint glass in front of him, but the older man only shrugged.  “Just felt like time for a change, I guess.  Ever since I hired this guy’s friend over at the shop I’ve been feeling…I don’t know…stifled?  Stuck?  It’s hard to explain.  But then when I met Tony here,” he said, clapping the brunette on a toned thigh, “it all fell into place.”

Tony started to demure, to say that he hadn’t done anything, but he knew that would be a lie.  He was amazed that Jordan was treating Jake’s dramatic transformation as a simple choice, and he started to wonder if maybe he really was just opening a door.  He’d been having flashes of guilt over what happened to his two friends, thinking he’d been solely responsible, but what if they really had heard the call of the thing in the Temple?  What if they actually had decided, consciously or not, to answer?  If that was the case he’d be absolved of any responsibility; the only problem was that he had no way of knowing for sure.  “I mean, I don’t really feel like I did all that much,” Tony finally offered.

“Well, whatever you did or didn’t do, I wouldn’t turn it down,” Jordan sighed, nodding to the crowded tables and booths behind them.  “All I do is work, sleep, work, sleep.  Even my hookups have been boring lately.  I thought I was supposed to be this guy’s age before I felt like this,” he said, reaching over to give the top of Jake’s head a rough rub.

The stocky little stud leaned into it, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.  “When are you done for the day?  I’m sure we could help spice things up,” he suggested, looking over at Tony.  “That guy I just mentioned, Matt, should be waiting for us back at my place.  I think you’ll get along…he’s the only one I know who can even come close to bottoming the way you do.  Only one with a bigger ass, too.”

“We’ll just have to see about that,” Jordan winked, looking back over his shoulder to the kitchen.  “Yo, Sasha!  You’re up.  I’m taking a break for a bit.  I’ll be back when I’m back.”  A slender young woman with hair a mix of turquoise and purple stuck her head into the window, rolling her eyes as she looked at Tony and Jake.  “We’ll get you boys fed after,” Jordan purred, grabbing the older man’s glass and draining what remained of his beer before slipping out from behind the counter.

The lustful, envious stares from the diner patrons carried an almost physical weight as the trio made their way outside.  Tony felt like he was wading through syrup, the phantasmal foliage slowing his progress like a corporeal jungle.  Whatever lurked inside the Temple wanted him to stay.  He’d found Jordan, true, but if he lingered, if he let the violet glow and floral scent seep into those around him, he might find others.

Tony pushed that thought from his mind, telling himself he’d figure that part out later.  For now, his attention was focused solely on the lean, dark-haired twunk sauntering down the sidewalk in front of him.  Tony knew Jordan was letting him look.  He knew the other man was purposely bouncing his plump bubble while he took in Jordan’s tapering torso and tight, soccer-player build.  He wasn’t a muscled gym rat like Matt, which made what curves he did possess all the more noticeable.  His ample rear was nowhere near the bottom-heavy hunk’s level, but for something built without supernatural aid the supple globes were plenty striking on their own.  Whether they’d stay that way, and what shape his new friend would settle in, Tony had no idea.  But he knew something was coming.  After his experiences with Matt and Jake he knew what to look for and could recognize the growing disconnect between himself and the world around him.  Something from inside the Temple was seeping into him and taking control, leaving him as more of a passenger in his body than directly behind the wheel.  He still had a measure of control, but he’d become a shared vehicle.

And that’s exactly what he was: a vessel.  He was a means of transportation for whatever it was that pulled the strings, the bridge between the alien jungle’s hideous beauty and the world that felt increasingly distant around him.  As they strolled down the few blocks between the diner and Jake’s apartment, Tony didn’t feel like he was on his way to an afternoon orgy between himself and his three friends.  He felt the way he’d always assumed he should have when his parents dragged him to church as a child.  He’d never been religious, had never felt any sort of connection to a higher power, but walking to Jake’s apartment felt heavy with significance.  They weren’t passing down a city street; they were climbing the massive stone steps towards the monolithic doors at the top of the Temple that opened just a bit wider with each new supplicant.

“I like how eager your friend is,” Jordan purred, reaching out to squeeze the front of Tony’s tented shorts.  The unexpected contact snapped the dazed brunette’s attention back to his terrestrial surroundings.  They were inside, making their way down the short hallway to Jake’s apartment, but instead of blushing at the thought of how long he’d been walking so obviously hard, Tony ground against Jordan’s hand while Jake fumbled with his keys.

“Wait’ll we get inside,” the older man whistled.  On cue, the door swung open to reveal Matt, his curvy muscle clad in nothing but a pair of straining, lime green bikini briefs.

Instead of looking surprised or embarrassed to be caught so exposed in front of a newcomer, the olive-skinned stud scampered over, his pillowy globes threatening to slam out of the impotent underwear with each step.  “It’s about time,” he huffed, a hand on his hip as he whined and pulled Jake into a mismatched hug that forced the older man’s face into his lower abdomen.  “What took so long?  I thought you guys were, like, never coming back.  Hi!  I’m Matt,” he chirped shortly after, his attention split between Jordan and Tony’s new look.  “Um, sorry.  I don’t mean to be rude to our guest,” he said, deciding that his friend’s new look took precedence, “but what the hell happened here?  Bro, you look great!  Holy shit!”

“Told you I could get him outta that shell,” Jake said, sounding proud as he watched Matt spin Tony in a slow circle.  “Our little flower’s really blossoming,” he cooed before pointing a thumb at the stunned young man standing next to him.  “This is Jordan.  Jordan, this is Matt.”

“Uh, hi,” the wiry twunk said, his eyes wide as he looked at the cresting mounds of the underwear-clad stud’s massive rear.  “Wow.  Jake was not kidding.”

“Oh, this old thing?”  Matt grinned and turned, swiveling his hips to send a rippling wave through the barely-covered pumpkins.

“Before I met you, Jordan here was the reigning champ,” Jake said, spinning the younger man around.  In a surprising display of dexterity for his squat, stubby little fingers, he nimbly had Jordan’s pants open in flash, tugging them down along with the tiny briefs they contained.  “See?  Not a bad set.”

“Not.  At.  All,” Matt purred, taking a step back to press his overwhelming mounds against the other man’s comparatively modest bubble.  “Don’t worry,” he winked as he turned around to give the granite globes a squeeze, “there’s room for everyone at the top.”

“I think you mean bottom,” Jake corrected, already tugging on Jordan’s rapidly-hardening cock.  “Top is my territory.”

“Our territory,” Tony added, slipping out of his crop-top and shucking his skimpy bottoms.  There was a part of him that was still surprised at the casual way he disrobed in front of a stranger, and how eagerly he embraced what was coming.  “Looks like we’ve got a 50/50 split.  Dibs on the new guy,” he said in the strange, confident voice that took him over in these situations.

Jake leaned in and swallowed Jordan’s firmly average, eye-level cock, bobbing his head a few times before reluctantly stepping away.  “Fine.  You can get him all warmed up.”

For his part, Jordan could only stand and let himself be worked over, absently raising his toned arms at Matt’s prompting so his shirt could be pulled free.  “What the fuck is even happening,” he chuckled, squirming in the muscled hunk’s embrace and leaning back against Matt’s pillowy pecs.

“You said you wanted some excitement,” Tony grunted, grabbing Jordan by the cock and pulling him along to Jake’s bedroom.  He shoved the other man face-first onto the bed when they arrived, lifting the trim hips as he climbed up behind.  Mimicking what Jake had done to himself for the first time the night before, Tony lowered his face towards Jordan’s juicy bubble and let his tongue go to work.  He’d never done anything like it, but the motions were as easy as they were automatic.  He relished the scent and the smell.  He knew exactly how to work his tongue, exactly when and where to apply pressure to the spasming button.  “You love getting eaten out, don’t you?  Having this tight little pussy get a tongue bath,” Tony groaned above Jordan’s ecstatic whimpers, feeling the familiar surge of pressure welling within him.  “That’s what you’re best at, right?  Riding dick with that hungry pussy…taking load after load…you don’t even need that cock…just gets in the way…”

Tony pulled his head back and flipped Jordan over just as the changes started.  With his eyes blissfully closed, the bronze-skinned bottom didn’t see his six-inch rod begin to dwindle.  In a matter of seconds the average organ had receded entirely, taking the churning balls with it as it reshaped into another point of entry.  The sensation must have been a pleasant one since Jordan’s only response was to groan even louder and bite his lower lip, at least until Tony slipped inside.

“HOOOUUUUUHHOOOO!”  The toned twunk’s eyes shot open, his back arching at the electric ecstasy rocketing up his spine.  His hands clutched at the sheets, his vision blurring as he struggled to lift his head.  “Wha…what the fuck…what just…” he trailed off, his voice drying up in his throat when he saw Tony’s cock slipping in and out of the aching orifice where his own package should have been.  “Wait…is that a…what…what happened to my diiIIIIEEEEOOHH!”  He broke off in a wail, another wave of bliss breaking over him.  He knew he should be horrified, that something impossible had just happened, but as he gazed up at Tony’s hovering, handsome face, his nostrils full of the sweet, floral scent, he felt perfectly calm.  Safe.  Next to him, Matt’s oversized rear clapped as Jake hammered into the colossal cakes, both men grinning at his uncontrolled howling.  Already the doubt was creeping in.  If something bad had happened they wouldn’t have been so excited, and it certainly didn’t feel bad in any way.  The sensation of Tony’s rigid plunger lighting up his insides from this angle was a kind of pleasure he’d never even come close to experiencing before, made all the more intense by the emotion lurking underneath.  As Jordan gawked at the other three it occurred to him that he’d never felt such a sense of belonging.  Though he’d only just met Tony and Matt he already felt an unshakeable connection to the pair, while his existing affection for Jake had been magnified.  He’d always felt a sense of solidarity amongst the gay scene, it was one of the reasons he’d stuck with his job at the diner for so long, but the sudden sensation of unconditional acceptance was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

“How…how’re you doing…” Tony grunted, his usual self coming back to the fore as the strange energies faded.  He knew he was balls deep inside Jordan’s new pussy, but instead of stopping or pulling away, the formerly-straight stud enjoyed the feeling of being back in more familiar territory, even if that territory was attached to a more masculine body than usual.

“Gr…great…” Jordan whimpered, his eyes rolling back in his head.  He’d started rocking his hips, his abs flexing instinctively to match Tony’s rhythm the way he would have if the brunette’s cock had been penetrating the entrance he’d expected.  “Fu…fuckin’ great,” he groaned, eagerly accepting the brunette’s kiss when the other man leaned in.

“Don’t wear him out,” Jake grunted nearby.  “I’ve still got next.”