Looped (vignette) (Patreon)

Hank heard the quiet padding of bare feet on smooth tile approaching quickly behind him, but before he could turn away from the counter Scott’s arms were around his waist.  Even after several months, the burly jock still wasn’t used to any of it. He’d known Scott for decades, and they’d lived together for years, but never in his wildest dreams could he ever have foreseen their relationship turning into the surreal experience it had become.  Things weren’t bad, he’d actually never been happier, but to call it an adjustment would be an understatement.

“‘Sup, dude?” Hank asked, letting Scott’s nimble fingers untuck his shirt and begin popping the buttons one-by-one.  The lithe, dextrous hands were a far cry from the strong, calloused mitts the other man should have had, but they felt fantastic as they slipped up beneath his thin undershirt and stroked his furry muscle gut.

All through their varsity high school days and rec-league college years, Hank and Scott had always competed to see who could get bigger, both of them developing impressively built, athletic frames.  Until their mid-twenties they’d kept an even pace with one another, but now that they were approaching thirty things had started to change.  While Scott still maintained a shredded, Adonis-like physique, at least part of the time, Hank had been filling out.  The beefy, mahogany-haired hunk was less concerned with staying lean than he was with packing on gains, taking his athletic taper and swapping it out for a thick, stout frame.  Coupled with the curly forest of ruddy hair that covered his broad, brawny build, and the fat, girthy package that lurked between his meaty thighs, Hank was rapidly approaching “Daddy” territory, a status that was only reinforced by the current discrepancy between himself and Scott.

“Come on…get it hard for me,” Scott pouted, burying his forehead between Hank’s shoulder blades as he undid the waist of his friend’s chinos and slid his hands inside.

The bigger man laughed and shook his head, his cock slowly stirring as slender fingers groped and kneaded the stuffed bulge of his boxer briefs.  “I literally JUST walked through the door, bud.  You gotta give me a minute.”

“Sorry…I just…I need it…”

Hank sighed at Scott’s pitiful tone and finally turned in the other man’s grip, his cock surging quickly at the sight.  Instead of looking him in the eye as he had for years, they’d always both stood an even six-foot, the furry jock looked down at the top of his friend’s wavy, golden hair.  As had become the norm, Scott was already naked, and Hank let his rugged hands drift slowly along the blonde’s bony shoulders before tracing them down his friend’s soft, supple sides.  The granite, jock body he’d long competed with was nowhere in sight, instead leaving a soft, curvy twink of a man grinning bashfully up at him.  Though it had taken Hank a long while to admit it, he loved the sight of his friend’s warped features in such a state.  The blonde jock had always been a smug stud, a lantern-jawed, All American pretty-boy who made Hank’s rougher, square features look all the more awkward by comparison.  Now, when Scott was thin and tender, those “pretty” aspects were further heightened.  His cheekbones were stubble free and razor sharp, his lips full and pouty beneath a button nose, with a pair of bright, sparkling doe-eyes completing the deceptively innocent mask.  “I’m just giving you shit, dude.  You know I don’t mind,” Hank said, his hands clutching Scott’s plump, yielding rear.  He raised an eyebrow and let out an impressed whistle when he felt the smaller man’s huge, rigid club wedge against him.  “Damn!  I didn’t get a good look at you this morning before I headed out…you got a big one this time, didn’t you,” he chuckled, holding Scott out at arm’s length to get a better look at his friend’s comparatively oversized cock.  The aching organ had to be close to nine inches, appearing entirely out of place against the blonde’s soft, shapeless torso.

“Might even be big…bigger than yours,” Scott stammered.  He shivered when Hank gave it a gentle tug, his other hand groping the flat, smooth patch where his plump pecs should have been.

“Dude, we both know it’s bigger’n mine,” Hank grunted, asking himself yet again at what point had he started looking forward to jerking another man off.  Scott was technically the only man he had any interest in, but for a supposedly straight jock like himself it was an unexpected interest.  “And, hey, at least you got one that works this time.  How’s it shoot?”

“Gotta pump it some more to find out, Daddy,” the blonde purred, immediately looking embarrassed.  His pretty face went a pale pink, his plucked brow furrowing.  “Fuck…sorry…I still can’t…can’t stop myself from…” he sputtered, fighting to get the words out.

“Scotty, how many times do I have to tell you,” Hank rumbled, his voice sounding even deeper as his tone went stern.  “Do.  Not.  Apologize.  Seriously, bud.  I get it,” he said before giving a quick laugh. “I mean, I still don’t ACTUALLY get it…I have noooo idea how the fuck you got yourself into this mess…but I know you can’t help it.”  Hank grinned and pulled Scott close again, spinning him around so that his piston arms swallowed the blonde from behind.  He nibbled on his friend’s ear and ground his tented underwear against the smaller man’s back while he pumped away, his other hand stroking Scott’s soft belly.  “And I’m more than on board for this part.  I think it’s cute when you call me Daddy.”

“At…at least one of us…does…” Scott whimpered through gritted teeth, his mammoth rod oozing already.  It took all of his willpower to keep the dizzy twink at bay, especially when he was worked up.  And he was always worked up.

“Oh don’t be like that,” Hank chided, tweaking a tiny nipple.  “You love it.  You just don’t like to admit that you love it.”

“Love ridin’ that Daddy dick,” Scott groaned, throwing his bouncing bubble back against his hairy friend.  There was another brief look of humiliation on the smaller man’s face, but the hesitant personality didn’t make another appearance.

“Always told you I knew what I was doing,” Hank said, letting go of Scott’s cock to instead slip his fingers between the other man’s plump globes.  “We’re not all as pretty as you, so some of us have to make up for that with skill.”

“You…you’re soooooo fuckin’ hot,” the blonde hissed, his jaw going slack when Hank’s fingers slipped inside his eager hole.  “Especially those big strong hands,” he pouted, batting his eyes.

Hank felt a little guilty over just how much he loved seeing Scott in this state.  He knew it embarrassed the hell out of his friend, but he’d been honest earlier when he’d told the waifish blonde that he was more than happy to go along for the ride.  Waking up one morning to find himself irresistibly attracted to his best friend had been almost as jarring for Hank as finding Scott in his altered state to begin with, though like his friend he’d gradually adjusted to the new status quo.  He’d already loved Scott in a fraternal way, and when the arousal was thrown in it hadn’t taken long for the beefy brunette’s feelings to transition to genuine, romantic affection.  It was easier when Scott was like this, small, soft and curvy, his compact frame and giddy chirp at least somewhat closer to the feminine waters Hank was used to navigating.  But the burly jock had grown to love the other version just as much, the familiarity to his friend’s default state adding a novel thrill to it all.  “Bet people loved seeing you like this,” Hank said, his free hand finding its way back to Scott’s mammoth rod.  “Did you stream or record some for later?”

“Bo…both…” the lithe blonde sputtered.  “I went with ‘Spencer’ this time…I don’t think we’ve used that one before.”

“Awww, Big Dick Spence,” Hank laughed, leaning in to give Scott a peck on the cheek.  “I like it.”

The smaller man writhed, a determined look on his face as he gazed back over a shoulder.  Hank was still mostly clothed, a state that needed to change ASAP.  “Well I’D like it if you’d let me see that beautiful, burly body,” Scott cooed.  “It’s been all day.”

“It’s been eight hours, Spence,” the bigger man said.  “I’m going to need both hands to get naked…”

“Just do it quick,” Scott begged, throwing himself off Hank’s invading hand as if the action took all of his willpower.  The slender blonde stood staring and squirming with a pained look on his face.  “Like, get on with it already!”

“What’s your rush,” Hank taunted, casually shrugging out of the button-down and teasingly lifting the bottom of his undershirt.  “You going somewhere?”

Scott bit his lower lip, one hand looking dainty as it clutched the rigid girder while the other rooted around between the plump cheeks at his rear.  “Yeah, for a ride as soon as you whip that juicy boy out.”

Hank still felt a surge of pride at the unfiltered desire on Scott’s face when he finally peeled out of the shirt and bared his furry, barrel torso.  He wasn’t unattractive by any means, but Hank also knew there were plenty of other guys who had him beat when it came to looks, so to see such raw desire in his friend’s eyes was a turn on in and of itself.  He’d never experienced it with any of the women he’d been with, and even though he knew it all stemmed from his friend’s mistake, that didn’t make the end result any less authentic.  Scott may not have found him irresistible six months ago, but he did now and that’s all that mattered.  He pushed his chinos down and kicked them free before toying with the waist of his boxer briefs, letting the tip of the stout rod slip free.  “You mean this gu…”

Hank didn’t get a chance to finish before Scott was on him.  As soon as he’d flashed even a portion of his fat cock the smaller man darted forward and dropped to his knees, taking the underwear with him.  He swallowed nearly all of the bigger man’s wide, six-and-a-half inches, his tiny hands glued to Hank’s meaty, hairy cheeks.  “So rude…to…keep this thing…from me…for so long…” Scott said as he occasionally paused to run his tongue along the aching organ or bathe the brawny bull’s churning balls.

Hank rolled his eyes, stroking his fingers through the kneeling man’s hair.  “You’re going to say the same thing twenty minutes from now.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” Scott purred, a pair of thin fingers finding their way to Hank’s tight hole.  The brunette gasped and went up on his toes when his friend started to push and prod, a fresh wave of oozing leaking into Scott’s mouth.  He’d only just let his friend fuck him for the first time a few weeks ago, and he’d been more than a little surprised by how much he’d enjoyed the experience.  They’d done it a few times since, but although Scott was willing if Hank wanted him to, the blonde would always choose to be on the receiving end if he had his way.  “Want me to put this thing to use,” he asked, nodding down at his own leaking snake.

“Nah…not right now.  I think I need to work my way up to a cock like that,” Hank said, still a little shocked to hear such a sentence coming out of his mouth.

“Then in thaaaaaat case,” Scott sang, pulling back and turning around to wag his bouncing bottom in the bigger man’s direction.

Hank gave a short laugh and raised an eyebrow.  “Right here on the kitchen floor?”

“I’m a dirty boy,” Scott purred, arching his back.  “The bedroom is waaaay too far.”

“If you insist,” Hank relented, draping himself against his friend’s back.  He loved the sensation of Scott squirming against his hairy torso just as much as the smaller man loved the feel of the furry pelt against his back.  He worked himself in slowly, his stomach still fluttering at the thought that he was actually inside his friend.  They weren’t just connected on a social level but an intimate one, and as he started rocking his hips and heard Scott’s ecstatic little whimpers, Hank was grateful for whatever supernatural entity had turned the tables on the formerly straight stud.  The thrusting bear had been surprised to learn that things like magic and demons and otherworldly entities were actually real, but he hadn’t been surprised in the least to learn that Scott had gotten himself into trouble with them.  Apparently unsatisfied by his already-plentiful access to women, the pretty-boy hunk had attempted to further enhance himself through arcane means.  Hank was still fuzzy on the details, but whatever ritual Scott had attempted clearly went sideways on him, leaving him irresistible as he’d hoped but in an entirely different way.

“MMNNMmmmm…yeeessss daddy,” the penetrated blonde moaned, rolling his hips in time with Hank’s.  “Yes daddy…daddy yes…dadd…dude..fuck yes…duuuuude…”

The sudden deepening of Scott’s voice was the first sign of the impending changes.  Hank loved it when they happened like this, when he could watch his friend bulk up while he was still inside him.  Like a balloon being inflated, Scott’s shoulders thickened and spread apart, adding a pronounced taper to his expanding torso as the space between filled with muscle.  The spindly arms that held him upright thickened and solidified, with sculpted, striated muscle groups standing out proudly where none had been just moments before.  Not to be out done, his lower body filled out to match, his supple thighs growing to a matched set of meaty quads while his rippling rear became a pair of ample, yet firm, globes.  “Hey there, stud,” Hank laughed, giving one of the meaty, muscled cheeks a rough slap.

Scott grinned back at his friend from his once-again lantern-jawed face, the pretty, androgynous features having been swapped out for a chiseled, masculine mask.  Even his wavy golden hair had settled as a short crop, completing his appearance as a handsome meathead.  “Broooooo,” he groaned, throwing his ass back.  “Perfect fuckin’ timing, bro.  Now you can pound the shit outta me,” he said, sounding eager.  “Whoa!  Wait, wait, wait…I’m big enough to make this more fun.” He slipped off Hank’s cock and rolled over, exposing his washboard abs and perfectly sculpted, prominent pecs as he hefted his athletic legs into the air.  “Awww, man!  Weak-sauce, bro,” he whined, his giddy grin fading when he finally looked down and saw the much less impressive, barely four inch cock poking out beneath his ripped abs.  “Got a real ripe piece’a man meat when I’m a little bitch boy, but now I get a baby dick?  I hate it when this shit happens.”

“I think it’s cute,” Hank said, cupping the petite package with one hand before lining himself back up.  He loved the corresponding shift in his friend’s attitude, how Scott went from femme and flamboyant to a horny hyper-bro.  He knew his friend’s actual personality was still in there, and Scott seemed as embarrassed by the dumb jock as he did the ditzy waif.  Hank leaned down and swallowed the shrunken cock, eliciting a sharp, deep gasp from his prone friend.

“Fuck yeah, bud.  Suck that shit,” Scott grunted.  His square-jawed face was bright red when Hank looked up a few moments later, but the beefy bear just grinned.

“At least I can do that when it’s that size,” Hank said, tweaking the compact organ between a pair of fingers when he pulled his mouth away.

“Just wish it’d make up its mind, you know?  Meat rocket or lil’ acorn…pick a fuckin’ lane already,” Scott sighed.

“Keeps things interesting.”  Hank grabbed Scott’s widened thighs and pulled him back onto his waiting cock, his hands landing on the blonde’s muscled slab once he was inside.  He loved that he could be rougher with his friend at this size, that he could knead the juicy muscle tits and hammer away without fear of hurting the sculpted stud.  For at least the next twelve hours, but never more than forty-eight, he’d be able to roughhouse with this horny himbo version of his friend, after which the slight, supple little man would make his return.

It was what Scott’s life had become since the ritual-gone-wrong, a continuous loop of muscle growth and muscle theft where the details were never quite the same.  Sometimes he’d be a horse hung twink, and other times he’d be a micro-dicked waif with an oversized bottom.  And sometimes he was a chiseled jock with a third leg, while other times he was a shredded stud with a little mushroom.  The amount of muscle lost and acquired would vary slightly, as would his final height and hairstyle and the sound of his voice, but the end results were usually similar.  There had been a few times where the body and personality were at odds, when he’d been a flamboyantly feminine tower of muscle and an aggressive little slip of a man, and while Hank had relished every second of those instances, Scott had seemed more mortified than ever.  The original version of his friend was still present in both scenarios and could surface in short bursts, especially after Hank had helped him relieve some of his constant, overwhelming desire, but it didn’t last long before the other versions fought their way back.

Fortunately, they’d been able to turn Scott’s situation to their advantage, setting the alternating man up with a bustling website that presented his “condition” as an elaborate role play.  Since his body always looked slightly different each time but his face was still largely recognizable, they attributed the similar features to filters and digital effects, turning Scott’s actual, impossible existence into a fictional narrative.  And people ate it up.  His preternatural irresistibility roped men in from all over the world, men who gladly paid for the videos of Scott either going at himself or with a friend.  They changed the names of the “models” to make it more believable that they were really different people, with Hank and a few of their friends being the only recurring “cast.”  As a result of the spell, most of the people who knew Scott in person beforehand just accepted the new version, with many of the guys being all too willing to help him out in one of his videos.

“Broooo…fuuuuck…you’re…you’re…poundin’ a…big load…outta this…lil’ poker…gonna…gonna cum broooooOHOHHH!”  Scott arched his back and erupted, his plump, pouty lips falling open in a dazed moan.  The ropey strands were just as plentiful as promised, coating the inflated hunk’s heaving pecs while Hank quickly followed suit.

The furry hulk rolled his hips to pump out the last of his own copious explosion before pulling out and letting Scott’s legs drop.  He heaved himself back to his feet and reached down to pull his friend up, feeling a slight thrill when he realized the other man stood just slightly taller than himself.  With his currently-diminished endowment seeming much less intimidating, Hank was already planning to ask Scott to switch roles later.  “We good?”

Scott took a deep breath and nodded, blinking rapidly.  “Yeah…thanks, man.  I always think I’m going to be able to control it, but then things just spiral,” the blonde said, sounding less like a caricature of a person.

“Yet you still make it work,” Hank grinned, leaning in for a quick kiss before giving Scott’s impressive rear a swat.  “So what do you want to do now?  Feel like going out while you’re a bit more clear-headed?”

The blonde jock shook his head.  Going out in public was always a risky endeavor since he never knew how long his more rational brain would be in control.  The last time they’d gone out drinking Scott ended up debasing himself at an amateur strip night, and while he’d won, he had to be in the right mood.  “Nah…I think I’m good staying in tonight,” he said, eyeing Hank’s naked frame.  “I’ve gotta feeling this is going to be short lived.”

The burly man smiled and reached down to swallow the package the looked even smaller now that it had softened.  “Like this short,” he asked, tugging on the little nub.

Scott gasped, a dull, half-smile forming.  “Bro…you have no idea.”