Vacation Curveball, pt. 2 (Patreon)

Now, alone with his altered proportions the following morning, the diminished Dean didn’t feel nearly as ambivalent.  The three of them had gone at it for hours the night before, primarily with his two friends going at him, and the spent brunette guessed they must have thought he needed the sleep because he awoke by himself in the middle of the sprawling King bed.  As with the previous morning, Dean had to convince himself he actually was awake and not still dreaming when he looked at his unrecognizable body.  When the changes happened gradually during the day they were easy to ignore, but it was clear just how much he actually was changing, and how quickly, with each nocturnal reset of his perspective.

As he prodded the plump pecs that hung heavily between his seemingly-broad shoulders, Dean didn’t know how to feel.  The sculpted mounds were on par with Steve’s pectoral perfection, but they looked almost too big above his still-tight waist, as did the meaty thighs that lurked below.  Dean had to remind himself that, just over forty eight hours ago, his legs had been long, lean and toned, not the thick, stubby limbs he currently gawked at, to say nothing of the cushioned pillows he sat on.  He’d always had a plentiful bubble given his lean frame, but the bouncing cheeks he’d sported the night before already made his former rear seem nonexistent, and Dean knew he should have felt more dread at the thought of how big they’d become.

But he didn’t dread their size.  He didn’t dread any of it.  As he rolled over to the edge of the bed and hopped down, not simply stood, all he did was grin.  “Whoooaaaa,” he laughed to himself, his eyes going wide when he heard his voice.  It was higher than it should have been, with a slight squeak at the formerly smooth edges.  “Is that my voice?”  He cleared his throat and tried again, blushing when the sound was confirmed.  “What the fuck is even happening?  That…that can’t be me…” he stammered when he caught sight of himself in a nearby mirror.

Dean had never been considered “full-figured” before, but that’s exactly what he’d become as he gawked at the unfamiliar reflection.  His hefty pecs flowed down into a tight taper before his waist exploded out again at his chunky cheeks and supple thighs.  The sheer mass of the jiggling, gravity defying pumpkins was worse than he’d imagined, but Dean’s chipper mood didn’t fade in the slightest as he clutched at the yielding mounds.  If anything, the sensation of his hands biting into the ample flesh only further turned him on, sending a fresh throb through the rigid cock that looked smaller than ever.  He didn't think that the five-inch organ had actually shrunk, but with the crowding pillars of flesh on either side it looked considerably less impressive.  “I…I got smaller again…didn’t I?” Dean had to fight to force the words out, even in the empty room, his stumbling steps confirming what his hop off the bed had suggested.  Without his friends around for comparison he couldn’t tell how much shorter he’d become overnight, but it felt significant.

They’d thought it would be fun to christen each of the unused beds, and when he staggered out into the hall and down to his room Dean could already tell how much larger the furniture seemed, and how the doorknobs and tables and counters all hit higher on his body than they should have.  The same went for the shower faucet when he stepped in to scrub the coating of dried cum from his now-curvy frame, though the realization didn’t stop him from pumping away on himself.  While one hand tugged on his eager rod, the other groped and kneaded his altered proportions, his stubby fingers biting into his jutting muscle tits before dropping down and around to slap and squeeze a fattened cheek.  His body was still clearly on overdrive, and Dean couldn’t stop his heightened voice from slipping out in a loud squeal when he came after only a few moments.

He inspected his reflection as he toweled off, marveling at how different his unaltered face appeared as it sat on his supple, stocky frame.  His charming, boy-next-door features hadn’t changed, but the round proportions the rest of his body had acquired now accentuated the fullness of his lips, and the softness of his button nose.  He’d always thought of himself as passably handsome, but Dean began to wonder if “cute” would be a better descriptor going forward.  He didn’t look like a lean jock anymore; he looked like a thick little twunk.

That question was cast aside as soon as he lumbered out into his room and pulled open his dresser drawer.  He knew none of his clothes would come anywhere close to fitting, but it was a habit.  He caught himself in the act and started to close the drawer without looking, until a bright patch of color caught his eye.

“What the hell?  Where did all this stuff come from,” he gasped, blushing as he pulled out an array of skimpy, revealing garments.  Instead of boxers and swim trunks, he found thongs and bikini bottoms that tied at the side.  Instead of chino and gym shorts, he found tiny, terry cloth cutoffs and equally minuscule mesh bottoms, both of which were significantly smaller even than Steve’s boxer briefs.  His tops weren’t much better, with his t-shirts all having been swapped out for a variety of loose, cropped tank-tops and muscle shirts.  Dean grabbed a pair of flamingo-print bikini bottoms and tied them on without thinking, surprised at how easy he found the process.  They were styled after women’s swimwear but the shrunken brunette was relieved to find them at least cut for a man, though if his subpar package had been any larger he would have been left in a precarious position.  It also didn’t help that the back was wedged between his colossal cakes like a thong, leaving the curvy little man almost entirely on display, and it wasn’t until he was plodding down the hall with his exposed cheeks bouncing that Dean noticed his trimmed bush had vanished.  Instead of being embarrassed by the discovery all he felt was relief, as the patch of hair would have been fully visible in his current getup, but he didn’t like the implication.  He could hear Todd and Steve talking on the floor above him, and he could smell the breakfast they were cooking as he tried to ignore how different it felt to clamber up the stairs with his shortened legs and heavy, bouncing rear.  He froze instinctively at the top, his eyes going wide at how big the already-sprawling living room now seemed.  A part of him expected his friends to panic at his new appearance, but, at the same time, Dean felt like there wasn’t anything to panic over.  And clearly neither did they.

“Weeeeellllll look who’s finally up,” Steve laughed, his brief-clad frame obscured by an apron as he stood in front of the stove.

“Dude, come on.  You can’t give him shit when you’re the one who wore that ass out last night,” Todd said, hopping off his stool at the counter and sauntering over to Dean.  “Good morning,” he purred, reaching down to give his friend’s monolithic ass a squeeze.

Dean’s stomach fluttered at both the sound of Todd’s deep, rumbling voice and the way the beefy, boxer-clad blonde was able to easily bend and kiss the top of his head.  Instead of looking at the other man’s nose, the shortened brunette now stared at the top of his friend’s slab of a chest.  Dean frantically did the math and calculated that his new perspective left him just at, or slightly below, the five-foot mark, a realization that should have sent him reeling but only elicited an excited shiver.  “‘Mornin,” he chirped, the alterations to his voice all the more evident against his friend’s bassy tone.  As he looked at the others in their regular boxers and briefs, with their regular voices and proportions, the sight was almost jarring enough to punch through the giddy haze, but not quite.  “How long have you guys been up,” Dean asked, the tenuous resolve already starting to slip through his fingers.

“Only like an hour,” Steve shrugged.  “We figured you’d earned yourself breakfast after last night.”

Dean blushed at the memories, at how different that body from a day before already seemed as he thought back to bouncing up and down on the shredded stud’s lap. “Did…did you guys go shopping,” he managed to ask before the last strands of certainty were lost.

Todd and Steve exchanged a confused look before the bigger blonde shook his head.  “Nope.  When would we?  Nothing’s even open yet.  Why?”

“I…I just…” It was as far as Dean could get.  “I guess I just don’t remember packing these,” he finally muttered, tugging on the tiny bottoms.

Todd laughed and reached out to tweak Dean’s enlarged nipples.  “Not surprising considering how many of those you have.  How many bikinis does a dude need?”

“Says the guy who’s wearing the same boxers he wore in college,” Steve scoffed.  “What do people say when they see those ratty shorts?”

“No one complains about anything when they see what’s underneath,” Todd barked, squeezing the outlined hose through the thin fabric.  “You certainly never have.”

Steve turned off the stove and slipped out of the apron before coming over and kissing the blonde on the cheek.  “Yeah, because I already know what kind of caveman I’m dealing with.”

“You mean the hung, gorgeous kind,” Todd asked, batting his eyes.

“More like cheap and lazy,” Dean added, his head swimming.  He was confused as to why his friends were talking like they’d regularly fooled around before, like their current arrangement was the way things had always been.  But even as he had the thought, Dean suddenly remembered their years of living together in a whole new light.

“Hey!  Whose side are you on, pipsqueak,” the blonde asked, indignant.  Todd’s hand shot down and untied one side of Dean’s bikini, a smug grin on his face.

Steve reached down and did the other, snatching the pink fabric away before the smaller man could stop him.  “Now there’s an idea,” the dark-haired hunk said, winking at Dean.  “Why don’t we give Todd a makeover?”  The tiny twunk picked up on his friend’s suggestion right away, his shortened arms reaching out to grab Todd’s boxers and pull them down.  At the same time, Steve leapt forward and manhandled the bikini bottom into place, managing to loosely tie it on before the brawny man could stop him.  “Oof.  That’s a look,” he grunted, biting his lower lip as he took a step back and folded his arms across his chest.

Todd turned a shade of pink to match his bright new bottoms as he looked down at the ill-fitting garment.  While the back panel provided more coverage for his meaty rear than it did for Dean’s fleshy pillows, the blonde’s heavy balls spilled out the side while his thick hose pulled down the front until it stopped just above the base of the girthy organ.  “Uh…I don’t really think this is meant for someone like me…”

“And just what is that supposed to mean,” Dean squeaked in mock offense.  “You never seem to mind when it’s my ass hanging out.”

“Nothing!  I’m not saying you’re…I just mean they don’t seem to…” Todd sputtered.

“Sounds like you just need to get used to them.  Isn’t that what it sounds like,” Steve asked, nodding over at Dean.

“Seems that way.  Lucky for Todd, since I have so many, he can just borrow those for a while,” the smaller man grinned, his cock twitching at the sight of his scantily-clad friend.  “You can too,” he added, raising an eyebrow at Steve.

The sculpted Adonis just laughed and shrugged.  “Don’t need to threaten me with a good time.”

“You guys are so fucking weird,” Todd sighed, his face still crimson as he reluctantly adjusted the bikini.  Once put on properly, as opposed to Steve’s flurried attempt, it provided at least a legal amount of coverage for the blonde’s plentiful equipment, but just barely.  “You’re actually going to make me go out on the beach like this?”

“Keep it up and you can go to the store and a few other places too,” Steve said, his tone defiant.

“Why did I ever become friends with you two,” Todd chuckled, shaking his head.  His fat cock had already started to twitch at the way the other two hungrily eyed him.

“Because I’ve got the best ass and Steve’s the prettiest girl in town,” Dean purred, the impossible memories jarring the sense of familiarity that had already settled over his lustful thoughts.  He still knew their days as a mismatched throuple weren’t at all the way things had actually been, but he also knew he’d never want them to be otherwise.

“You guys are just lucky I love you so much.”  The brawny hunk reached out and tousled Dean’s hair while leaning over to plant a long, lingering kiss on Steve’s waiting lips.

It was the final straw for the shorter man.  He’d barely been keeping himself in check as he’d stared at Todd’s beefy build spilling out of the bikinis, and he desperately tore the bright bottoms free before slurping his friend’s twitching log into his mouth.  He was moving on autopilot, but before he could slip a hand into Steve’s briefs Todd beat him to it, and Dean groaned around the invading organ as he watched his friend stroke the dark-haired pretty-boy to his full length.  The memories flooded in with each aching throb, and now the shortened man clearly remembered the years they’d spent in such a state, and why it all seemed so familiar.  He didn’t even see himself as he’d once been but as he currently was, a scantily clad, curvy little bottom, his days as a long, lean jock now gone for good.

Dean would have been more concerned if it didn’t feel so fantastic.  After a few long, luscious moments with his friends’ variously-sized cocks in his mouth, the smaller stud found himself manhandled into the air, his stubby legs wrapped around Steve’s tight waist as he was hauled over to the couch.  His heart raced and his stomach fluttered at the sensation, as well as the knowledge of what was coming, but a small object on the mantle caught his eye before his view was obscured by Steve’s abdomen.

It was the squat, curvy statue he’d purchased that first afternoon, its curvy proportions looking suddenly familiar.  There was a brief moment of crystal clarity as Dean remembered the jokes they’d made about her being the token girl on the trip, and how he’d said it would be nicer if there was an actual, fuckable person who looked like that around.  As impossible as it was, it all made sense.  Shortly after that comment the clothes had started coming off, then they had their naked romp in the pool, and then things had gone completely off the rails.  Dean thought the man was just using a sales pitch on a bunch of tourists when he’d said she hadn’t been carved, at least not by anyone recently, and that she’d washed up on the beach like that.

Now, he didn’t doubt it for a second, but that was primarily due to the presence of Steve’s cock hitting the back of his throat while Todd worked himself inside at the other end.  Dean let out a high whimper at the sensation of his friends filling him from both sides, and the way his bloated bottom and oversized pecs bounced when Todd started rolling his hips.  He sighed contentedly, huffing Steve’s deep musk as he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the empty mantle.  He suddenly felt like he was forgetting something important, but he blamed it on his growling stomach.  As soon as they were done he was ready to devour the waiting breakfast, and then thoroughly enjoy Todd’s embarrassment as they made the burly hunk strut around in the skimpy bikinis.

The hunky blonde would undoubtedly get his revenge before the trip was over, but that was part of the fun.  It had only been a few days; they still had plenty of time to explore all the possibilities.