The Big Picture (Patreon)

“That was a waste of five bucks,” Chad grumbled, looking at the picture of the stranger.  He still wasn’t sure if he’d simply gotten someone else’s photo, or if there was a glitch with the photo booth’s digital effects, but either way it wasn’t at all what he’d expected.  The strapping stud in the photo did have vaguely similar facial features, but the rest of the man’s towering, sculpted build looked nothing like the wiry runner’s whipcord frame.  And while the man appeared to be wearing a tank-top and shorts as Chad currently wore, the bright, flamboyant crop-top and vacuum sealed cutoffs were at the opposite end of the spectrum, as was the obviously heaping package they contained.

Chad wasn’t even sure why he’d stopped in the photo booth in the first place.  He’d decided to take the long way home on his run, and by the time he’d reached the boardwalk near his apartment he was already feeling the side effects of that decision.  His toned thighs and rocky calves burned with the exertion of his loping strides, his tight, ripped frame covered in a coating of sweat that soaked his clothes and glistened in the afternoon sun.  His plan had been to grab a smoothie and walk the rest of the way as a cool-down, but he’d been struck with an impulse to stop and have a seat when he saw the photo booth.  The young jock had never actually used one before, and if nothing else he thought it would be funny to post the results later online.  So he’d slid his credit card through the slot, wiped the sweat as best he could from his damp, ruddy brown hair, and posed.

At twenty-five, Chad still possessed a body that he didn’t think twice about flaunting.  He wasn’t as built as some of his friends but, as a lifelong runner, size for size’s sake had never been the goal.  His trim body was well-muscled and lean, with rivers of shredded definition coursing over his 5’10” frame.  He had firm, modest pecs, steely arms, an enviable washboard, a perky bubble for an ass, and a cock that was big enough to look impressive against the rest of his wiry build without being unwieldy.  His face was charmingly handsome, with enough sharp edges to look striking, but still softened enough by a button nose, plump lips, and bright eyes to be approachable.  He hooked up with woman after woman, night after night, never having an empty bed unless he wanted it that way.

So when the photo booth spit out a picture of a towering, hunky hulk whose bloated body spilled out of his ill-fitting clothes, Chad didn’t quite know how to respond.  The similarity to his facial features was more unsettling than amusing, though he couldn’t put his finger on why the image made his stomach drop.  He still recorded a quick video of himself outside the booth, the picture held up next to his face as he asked people who wore it better, and headed for home.  He wanted to take a shower and then relax for a bit before heading out to the bar, eager to forget the bizarre photo booth altogether unless he thought the story could help him seal the deal with an interested partner.

The first part of Chad’s plan had gone as expected.  He’d said a quick hello to his roommate, Tommy, and quickly rinsed off, slipping back into a fresh pair of the small, thin running shorts that were his perpetual uniform whenever he was at home.  He found his friend sitting at one end of the couch when he stepped back out of his bedroom, and Chad promptly deposited himself at the other, stretching out so that his feet rested in the other man’s lap.

“Can I help you,” Tommy scoffed, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at the prone jock.  The sandy-haired young man was of a similar height and build, though his thin frame lacked the excessive definition that marked Chad’s smooth muscle, and his face sat closer to “cute” than “striking.”  Tommy was also openly gay, though that had never been an issue between them.  They maintained an easy, flirtatious friendship, with Chad constantly trying to get his friend’s attention and Tommy steadfastly refusing to give him any.  The auburn-haired jock wasn’t his roommate’s type, which is what kept the current scenario from getting too awkward.

“Dude, my feet are killin’ me after that run,” Chad pouted, wiggling his toes.  “Help a bro out?”

“Oh. My. God. You’re like living with a fucking cat,” Tommy laughed as he shook his head and started massaging his friend’s feet.

“Thanks, man,” Chad sighed, closing his eyes as his friend went to work.  They’d done this before, and he’d given Tommy his fair share of back rubs during their time together, but the sore stud hadn’t realized just how badly he’d needed it until the other man started kneading.  Surprising waves of pleasure crept up his calves and along his thighs before settling squarely at his suddenly-aching cock.  After a few minutes of Tommy’s gentle rubbing, Chad realized he was biting his bottom lip, fighting back the urge to moan and whimper.

“I still don’t understand how these things can be so ripe so soon after you just showered,” Tommy said.  “Is it just ‘cause they’re these gigantic Hobbit feet?”

Chad smelled it before he opened his eyes.  A sudden, sour funk hit his nostrils, coming from the feet in his friend’s lap, but wafting even more potently from the sneakers that sat off by the door.  “What do you mean gigaaaaAAAAHHH!  What the fuck happened to my feet?!”  Chad’s jaw dropped when he opened his eyes and saw the massive paddles resting on Tommy’s thighs.  They should have been just under a size ten, but now the wide, lengthy appendages were easily several inches longer.

The lean blonde cocked his head, confused as he looked back and forth between Chad’s stunned expression and the other man’s large, stubby toes.  “What do you mean?  They’re the exact same as when you put them in my lap a few minutes ago.”

Chad just blinked.  “What?!  No they’re not!  They’re…they’re…” he trailed off, the words drying up in his throat.  He still knew something dramatic had happened, he just couldn’t bring himself to mention it.  He wanted to get up and drag himself to a doctor, but his attention was quickly diverted.

“They’re at least getting the same reaction,” Tommy chuckled.  “How many of your bros on the track team would do this for you if they knew how much it gets you going?”

“But…but I don’t…” Chad’s sharp face went crimson when he looked down at his tented shorts.  His cock was rigid and outlined against the thin emerald fabric, his churning balls clearly visible from Tommy’s vantage point as the leg openings were lifted up and away from his thighs.  He wanted to argue, but he could no more protest his strange behavior than he could his altered proportions.  And his friend wasn’t wrong; it felt fantastic.  Chad was so horny he felt like he could pop any second, something that his friend also clearly picked up on.

“That’s probably good for now,” Tommy said, gently sliding Chad’s feet off his lap.  “You can go take care of the rest on your own.”

The flustered jock couldn’t believe how heavy and awkward his enlarged feet felt as he lumbered off the couch and scampered to his room.  He could still smell their pungent aroma, and his stomach fluttered confusingly when he looked over and saw his now-massive sneakers sitting by the door.  It didn’t make any sense, it all should have been impossible, yet when he made it into his room he saw similarly enlarged shoes and socks waiting for him.  He grabbed one of the large ankle socks as he gave his door a fumbling kick to at least mostly shut it, already peeling his shorts down.  Chad was mortified as he slipped the sock over his aching cock and started pumping, knowing that Tommy was not only sitting right outside, but that his friend was well aware of what he was doing.  Still, the revved up runner didn’t even try to stop himself as he wiggled his toes and basked in the recent sensation of having them worked, erupting like a fountain after only a few seconds.  He couldn’t hold back a loud whimper, and Tommy’s subsequent laugh made his stomach drop, but Chad was so overwhelmed by the potent release that it was hard to focus on anything else.

His confusion only grew when he cleaned himself up and dressed in real clothes to head out for the night, sheepishly stepping back out into the apartment to find an entirely nonchalant Tommy.  Chad didn’t understand why his friend and roommate of several years was acting like his hulking feet and strange behavior were both entirely normal, but he still couldn’t do anything to point it out, or to try and remedy the situation.  Instead of hurrying to a hospital like he wanted, Chad instead slipped into a pair of sneakers, now ballooned to a size fifteen, and headed for the bar.  He blushed whenever he stumbled on the clownish feet and when he thought about the odor-eater inserts, but he soon tried to stop thinking about them altogether when that mental thread pulled his memories back to the confusing foot rub.

It was a futile effort.  Chad couldn’t shake the lingering buzz he felt whenever he wiggled his toes in his giant shoes, and it didn’t help that he struck out like never before.  Despite the rest of his appearance remaining unchanged, the frazzled jock couldn’t get any of the plentiful women to give him the slightest chance.  He told himself it was just because he was off his game, that his vibe wasn’t right considering where his head was at, and that things would come back around eventually.

When the clock hit ten and he was still solo, Chad knew that nothing would be going anywhere that evening, except himself, alone, back to the apartment.  He sulked the whole way back, staring at the plodding anchors that had replaced his once-proportional feet and wondering whether or not he was just going crazy.  He asked himself that question again when he made it back inside and kicked out of his shoes, going several minutes before the sweaty, sour aroma registered at all.  He’d smelled it the whole time; it just hadn’t immediately struck him as being out of the ordinary the way it should have.

What did immediately strike him, though, was the sight of Tommy’s slumbering frame as he passed on the way to his room.  The other man’s door was slightly ajar, and Chad stopped in his heavy tracks when he looked in and saw his friend’s bare shoulders sticking out above the top of the thin sheet that covered him.  It was a warm night and the only covering that Tommy used, leaving his wiry frame tantalizingly outlined underneath.

Chad was hard in an instant, and before he even realized it he had his aching cock in hand, slowly stroking it while he stared at his sleeping friend.  He held his breath when Tommy rolled over onto his stomach, fearing that his roommate would wake up and catch him, but that fear was replaced by an overwhelming lust as he gawked at the other man’s plump little bubble.  Chad had always recognized that Tommy was cute.  He wasn’t one of those guys who couldn’t admit when another man was attractive, but he’d never fantasized so intently about what it would feel like to have the blonde’s thick little cheeks bouncing up and down on his cock before.

The mere thought was so potent that it pulled a deep, low moan from Chad’s slack jaw, the unexpected noise jarring the stroking stud back to his senses enough to recognize everything that was wrong.  Not only was he standing in his roommate’s doorway jerking himself off while staring at the other man, the cock he was stroking no longer felt like his own.  Chad stumbled away as he looked down, barely biting back another frightened cry as he clutched the distended monster and staggered into his room.  Like his feet, the aching organ had somehow grown, extending from a respectable six-and-a-half inches to a colossal, foot-long log.

“What the fuck is happening?!  That…is that…wait…why do I…” Chad froze as he whimpered and swallowed hard, hearing the deepened tone to his normally smooth tenor.  “Did my voice get deeper too?!”  He looked up and momentarily forgot all about his throbbing club when he saw his reflection, specifically the way his neck had widened and the prominent Adam’s apple that jutted from the midsection.  “Is this some kind of fucked up puberty?!  How is any of this even possible?  What is happennnnuuuUUUHHNNNN…!”  Chad broke off in a low groan, his attention dropping back to the demanding beast between his legs.  He tore out of his shorts and boxers, his stomach dropping at just how massive the heaping balls and girthy monster looked against his tight frame.  Coupled with his enlarged feet and widened neck, Chad was starting to look, and sound, noticeably misproportioned.

The dramatic nature of those shifting features was further magnified when the overloaded jock dropped onto his bed.  Chad gasped at the dual sensation of his head against the wall while his oversized feet hit the edge of the mattress at the other end, the room feeling like it was spinning around him when he propped himself up and looked down on a body that had stretched by several inches.  He gave himself a frantic once-over and discovered that the rest of his body looked the way it should, but that was all Chad could manage before giving in to the electric, agonizing desire coursing through him.

No matter how much he pumped or how often he came, the grunting brunette could barely take the edge off.  His head swam with images of Tommy writhing on his lap, and he pictured that each warm, spurting rain came from his friend’s cock and not his own.  A part of Chad still knew that he shouldn’t be angling his cock to purposely cover himself with his own juices, but he loved it.  The sticky splashes weren’t embarrassing, they were comforting, like the sheets and blankets he was rapidly soaking.  He was also fully aware that he shouldn’t be desperately fantasizing about fucking Tommy senseless.  As the night wore on, Chad pictured himself taking his friend in every conceivable place and position until he finally passed out in a spent, sticky daze.

That daze lingered the following morning.  When Chad finally stirred and forced himself upright, the taller jock couldn’t quite get his thoughts to gel the way they should.  Instead of panicking at the sight of a cum-covered body that stood at least six inches taller, topping out somewhere in the six-foot-four range, all he did was feel a slight tingle in his stomach.  He ran a hand through the cum-matted, reddish-brown mop on his head, still confused by the foot-long girder and oversized feet, though both looked slightly less hulking on his new body, trying to put his finger on what it was that he forgot.

It wasn’t until he sleepily staggered out into the apartment and saw Tommy that it hit him.  He was too tall.  Too hung.  His feet were too big.  He both sounded and smelled wrong.  He was also naked, hard, and covered in dried cum, but none of it sparked the reaction he knew it should.

The fully-clothed Tommy simply rolled his eyes.  “Chad…we’ve talked about this, bud,” he said, his tone stern.  “This isn’t a naked house, remember?  We wear clothes around here, big guy.”

“But…but…look at me,” Chad cried, spreading his arms wide.  It wasn’t the detailed protest he wanted, but it was the most his distracted brain could put together.  The now-taller jock felt an increasing anxiety over the fuzziness that refused to leave his head, clearly not a simple byproduct of his exhausted sleep.

“I am,” the shorter blonde said, shaking his head.  “I’m smelling you, too.”

Chad blushed at the sense of pride he felt when the combined odor of the musky cum and sour feet hit his nose.  “Sorry,” he said, sounding sheepish instead of horrified.  “I’ll take a shower.  But I don’t…I don’t look right!  I sound funny!”  Chad’s stomach fluttered, his fat cock throbbing even harder when Tommy sighed and walked over.

“You look EXACTLY the way you always look,” the smaller man said, his tone softening.  “I know, I know…it’s not your fault.  You just get confused sometimes, especially when you’re all worked up like this. But look…” Tommy pulled out his phone and brought up Chad’s TikTak.  “See?  There you are.”

Chad wanted to scream.  He felt himself changing even as Tommy reached for the phone, a sudden sensation of pressure as his body expanded.  Toned shoulders grew thick and round as they pushed apart from each other, making room for the plump, juicy pecs that sprouted between them.  Chad’s waist didn’t change much, but it looked smaller than ever as a pair of muscled, piston arms hung on either side, while widened thighs and round, meaty cheeks loomed thick and powerful below.  It was a body he’d seen before, which was confirmed when Tommy pulled up a video Chad had apparently posted the previous afternoon.  The inflated hulk saw the familiar photo booth, as well as the strange picture, but now it matched the person looking at the camera.  Same body, same face, same skimpy attire.  Chad’s stomach sank even further when his friend continued to scroll, revealing an endless stream of naked, or nearly naked, thirst traps.  The photos and videos made his sexuality ambiguous, never crossing the line into overtly gay, but no one, including Chad, had any illusions about the stud’s true nature.  The brawny brunette may not have been fully comfortable with the idea of being publicly out, but Chad suddenly recalled just how many men, including most of his friends, had privately experienced his muscled meat in some form or another.  “But…but…” Chad sputtered, unable to wrap his fractured thoughts around a world where he’d traded his existence as a straight jock with a budding corporate career to become some kind of hunky, himbo influencer.

“That’s still right where it should be, too,” Tommy laughed, giving Chad’s inflated melons a light slap.  “Just go take a shower…you’ll feel better after, I promise.  And Aaron’s going to be here any minute for our breakfast date, so I don’t need you…”

“Aaron?  Who’s Aaron,” Chad barked, a sudden rush of possessive jealousy hitting him like a physical force.

“He’s that guy I’ve been talking to on Buzzr.  You really are out of it this morning, aren’t you?”  Tommy shrugged and gave his inflated friend a slow look up and down.  “Bud, you know I love fooling around with you, but I need a guy who isn’t afraid to be with me in public.  If you can’t do that…” The smaller man was interrupted by a knock at the door and his tone went stern again.  “Just stay out of sight, okay?  You’re kind of a lot right now.”

Chad watched Tommy scamper over to the door, feeling like the floor had been removed from beneath his feet.  The thought of being publicly out and in a visible relationship with his friend brought a certain amount of anxiety, but it paled in comparison to the crushing thought of the smaller man being with someone else.  When he peeked his head around the corner and saw the slight, slender twink standing in the doorway, it was too much.  The man was well put together, with dark, styled hair and a waifish build, the opposite of everything Chad had become and someone who he knew wouldn’t be able to give Tommy what his friend truly wanted. Feeling like he’d be letting the other man down if the date were to go through, the freshly grown hulk lumbered to the door in all his naked, erect glory, throwing a meaty arm around his friend from behind.  “Sorry, he’s taken,” Chad grunted, glaring at the stunned, smaller man on the other side of the threshold.

Tommy yelped and tensed, his face going crimson.  “Chad!  What are you doing?!  Aaron, I’m sorry about him.  He’s my…”

“Boyfriend,” the big man interrupted, his hand dropping down to grab the front of Tommy’s chinos.  “This is mine.  Go get your own,” he barked, slamming the door shut.

“Dude!  What the hell is wrong with youummmphh…” Tommy was cut off when Chad spun him around and pressed their mouths together, his giant hands latching onto his friend’s perky little rear.

“I’ll do it…whatever you want,” the big man mumbled when they finally relented a few minutes later.  “If you want to make this official or whatever, that’s cool.  Just…just don’t…what was that little runt gonna do for you anyway?”

Chad’s stomach fluttered when Tommy grinned up at him.  “I’ve never seen you get jealous like this before,” the smaller man said, his hands drifting across his friend’s pillowy pecs.  “You’re cute when youuoOUUHHH!”  The lean little man was cut off again when Chad abruptly lifted him from the ground and began carrying him towards Tommy’s bedroom.

“Lose the shirt,” the burly blonde ordered, shifting his friend around so that he was supported by one massive arm while he used the other to pull the thin t-shirt free.  He loved the way Tommy flushed and shivered excitedly against him, and the look of pure hunger in the other man’s eyes when he roughly dumped him on the bed.  The toned brunette didn’t try to resist at all when Chad reached down and tore his bottoms free before draping himself on top to resume their earlier kiss.  His mammoth cock made Chad’s average appendage appear tiny by comparison, but that didn’t make it seem any less perfect to the revved up giant.  He swallowed nearly the whole thing, savoring the taste and feeling of the rigid organ against his tongue as he bobbed his head, wondering at the momentary rush of anxiety it brought.  By the time he’d pulled his face from Tommy’s lap it had passed, leaving Chad free to relish the sensation of Tommy’s supple thighs straddling his waist, and the look of slack-jawed bliss on his friend’s cute face when the smaller man slowly lowered himself on the blonde brute’s waiting pole.

It was better than anything Chad possibly could have imagined.  He lost himself to the rolling rhythm of their hips, his previous life already forgotten against the tides of ecstasy that the new one brought with it.  He dimly recalled a time when he hadn’t been a horny, hulking himbo, but he also remembered that Tommy wasn’t his during that time.  He shuddered at the thought, choosing instead to focus on the way his friend whimpered and moaned, and to bask in the warm, musky splatter that soon followed.

Tommy kept rocking until Chad had joined him on the other side, his plump little bubble unable to contain the bigger man’s potent explosion.  He collapsed into his friend’s waiting embrace, shivering at the copious liquid streaming down his thighs as Chad posessively clutched him like a teddy bear.  “Well…since someone wants to make this official,” he said, dancing his fingers along the ridges of his friend’s heaping pecs, “you can take me out for a breakfast date instead.”  He grinned when Chad blushed and reluctantly nodded, relishing the powerful hunk’s bashful expression.  “We should do something to commemorate this momentous occasion while we’re at it.  Maybe you can take me to that photo booth you found yesterday so we can get a picture together?”