The Order, ch. 3 (Patreon)

“Oh, come on!  Not you too!”

Noah wasn’t sure how to respond to Andy’s startled outburst.  The thickened blonde was still reeling from his recent march across campus, trying his best to ignore the constant sensation of air wafting across his exposed belly and exposed cheeks.  Even his buzzed scalp felt different, turning what should have been a familiar trek into foreign, plodding march into unknown territory.  Though his weight gain wasn’t nearly as significant as what Gabe had gone through, and what he had yet to go through himself, his body already moved in different ways.  Things brushed against each other and felt heavier than they should.  Things shook.  Things bounced.  And there was no hiding any of it.  Noah had been acutely aware of everyone’s lingering eyes just as he was very much aware of Tom and Andy’s gawking, stunned faces, but the attention didn’t bring with it the usual sense of smug pride the pretty-boy normally felt.  While Gabe strutted around like a furry, granite titan, he stumbled along like a thick little sidekick.  Noah still didn’t know if he’d sprout muscle at some point the way his friend had, or if he was just going to become pudgy and round, and he couldn’t bring himself to worry either way.  He may not have felt smug at being paraded around with his doughy new bulk on display, but he also didn’t feel bad about it.

“Bro…you were supposed to talk some sense into him, not the other way around,” Tom sighed, shaking his head as he stepped forward to more closely inspect Noah’s altered frame.  The strapping, chocolate-haired jock raised an eyebrow, letting out a slow whistle while he looked his shorter friend up and down.  Like Noah had been, Tom was lean and defined, with a smooth, tapering swimmer’s frame that looked perfectly at home in his loose joggers and tank-top.  Noah kept catching himself staring at the outline of his friend’s long, thick cock beneath the thin material, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Tom, but which did, somehow, escape being called out.  “This is a hell of a look, dude.”  Noah shivered when Tom reached out and gave his recently shorn scalp a rough rub.  He was already teetering on the edge just being around the others while experiencing the new sensations afforded to him by his altered body, and the contact only propelled him closer to an inevitably embarrassing outcome.

“He knows a good thing when he sees it,” Gabe grunted, dumping rocket fuel on Noah’s smoldering arousal when he stepped up behind and reached around to give his friend’s exposed strip of belly a slap and a squeeze.  It was the last straw.  Noah’s stubble-covered face went beet red when his cock twitched, then surged, going noticeably rigid in his too-tight shorts.  There wasn’t enough room for the fabric to actually tent, but the plump, solid log was still prominently featured for anyone who looked.

“Clearly,” Tom laughed, his smirking grin far from the reaction Noah had anticipated.  He reached up and ran a hand through his shaggy mop, flexing an impressive bicep for the blushing blonde in the process.  “Which doesn’t explain why he’d go for your hairy ass,” he said, returning his attention to Gabe.

“Maybe we could let Noah answer for himself,” Andy interjected.  The wiry redhead had an exasperated expression, but though his tone was stern, Noah knew his friend’s nimble brain wasn’t putting the pieces together the way it should.  Andy was both the smallest of the group, with a thin, compact body that matched Noah’s height but lacked the blonde’s athletic definition, as well as the smartest.  He’d been the one to first suspect there was something amiss with Gabe, pointing out the alterations to their enlarged friend’s appearance and attitude that the rest of them had entirely ignored.  Noah now had a better understanding of why that was, and he had a whole new appreciation for the other man’s mental fortitude.

“I don’t know what to say.  He made a compelling argument,” Noah shrugged, leaning back against Gabe’s broader bulk.  The bigger man still had a hand on his belly, holding him in an almost possessive fashion.  It wasn’t uncommon for all of them to horse around in a physical way, but Noah knew that the others should have reacted just as strongly to the intimate display as they should have to his appearance, but they just shrugged it off.  “Then we went and checked out the temple and it’s actually legit.  Like, it’s cool, guys.”  Noah almost couldn’t believe the words himself.  He was standing thick, hairy and hard in the middle of the campus Student Center, his inappropriate arousal and impossible weight gain an apparent blindspot in reality.  He was undergoing a metamorphosis that he still didn’t fully understand, and which had already drastically altered the course of his future.  He’d been fucked by many strange men in front of a monstrous statue and couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful the experience had been, and when he’d get to do it again.  Given all that, words like “legit” and “cool” seemed ridiculously underwhelming.  “You should come check it out for yourselves.”

“Uh-uh…no way,” Andy spat, holding up his hands in protest.  “You’re not sucking me into this cult bullshit.”

“Dude, just hear me out.  You’ve always talked about how you wish you could get bigger, right?  How much time have we all spent trying to help you bulk up?  These guys can do it!  I mean, look at us,” Noah said, startled by the sincere conviction in his voice.

“I am looking.  That’s the problem,” Andy sighed.  He rubbed the bridge of his nose and blinked several times, as if it would diminish the musky scent or somehow return his friends to their former selves.  He didn’t like the way Tom was already joking and flirting, and the unfamiliar desire threatening to invade his own thoughts made him uncomfortable.  “I can’t put my finger on it, but something’s fucked about this whole process.”

Tom rolled his eyes.  “You think there’s something fucked up with everything.  Bulking up?  How about powering down?  You’re wound way too tight, bro.”  He clapped Andy on the back and gave his friend a sympathetic smile.  “This is, like, when we’re supposed to be exploring and figuring shit out, right?  Isn’t that the point of college?”

“The point is to get a degree, not…whatever the hell this is,” Andy spat.  “You guys can do what you want…all I’m saying is leave me out of it.”

“It’s alright to be scared,” Gabe grunted, his eyes fixed on the smaller man.  “I was tweaked at first too…you get over that quick.”

Andy pushed away from the table and gave the altered pair a final, lingering look up and down.  “Ooookay, I’m going to class before this gets any weirder.  Have fun doing…whatever this is,” he said, slinging his bag over a bony shoulder and hurrying away from the group.

“He’ll come around,” Tom offered once the slender ginger had gone.  “You know he doesn’t do well with change.”

“Not really worried about it,” Gabe shrugged.  “If he does, great.  If not, his loss.”

“I mean, you can’t fault him entirely.  This IS a pretty huge change.”  Tom reached out and ruffled Noah’s buzzed scalp again before giving the blonde’s thickened rear a slap.  “I didn’t think you were all about that size?”

Noah fought the urge to grab Tom’s large hand and shove it down the back of his shorts as he spoke.  “I didn’t either.  But the big guy helped me see the light.”

“Helped you do a lot more than that,” Gabe grinned, his smile growing when Noah went a flushed shade of pink.

Tom cocked his head as he watched the blushing blonde squirm.  “So, uh, is that a thing now too?  It’s cool!  You know I don’t give a fuck…I just want to know where everyone stands.”

“If you mean Noah’s newfound love of getting this fat ass pounded, then yeah, I’d say that’s a thing.”  Gabe reached down and squeezed his friend’s plumped pillows, eliciting another round of twitching from the blushing man’s aching cock.

“Wow.  Just puttin’ it out there like that,” Tom whistled.  “Okay…sure.  Whatever makes you happy, bro.”  The lean jock’s eyes darted back and forth between the furry duo, and he opened his mouth to speak several times before finally finding the words.  “So, uh, what are you guys up to now?  I was going to hit the gym and shoot some hoops if you wanted to join.”

“Sounds good to us,” Gabe nodded, answering for both of them.  “We’ve got no plans.”

Noah suspected that this actually was part of some plan on his friend’s part, but Gabe hadn’t clued him in as to what it was.  He guessed it was just a way to further parade him around in his changing body, changes which Noah could still feel happening.  His clothes that had already been tight were becoming ever more so, and the thickening blonde doubted that all of them would survive long under much physical activity.

But he wasn’t about to say no.  He didn’t want to.  Despite everything that had happened so far, including his obvious erection, Noah wasn’t just willing to go along with things; he was eager to.  Other than some light blushing, there were no signs of his missing embarrassment as they made the trek to the campus fitness center, chatting and giving each other a hard time like always.  He kept catching Tom stealing glances at the two of them, mostly because he was doing the same thing to the tapering brunette, but otherwise there was a familiar ease to their interaction.  Even the lumbering way his bulked-up frame moved and felt shifting and rubbing against itself, and the way his new body hair acted as antennae, sending little darts of pleasure down his spine, were all becoming impossibly mundane.  Lacking any outside feedback to tell him that something supernatural was happening, Noah had to keep reminding himself that he was undergoing a transformation at all, and that this wasn’t just the way things always were.

That knowledge became both easier to hold and increasingly nebulous as soon as they stepped inside the bustling gym.  The potent, chlorine-infused musk slapped him across the face, sending his head spinning and his cock surging.  He’d been having a hard time keeping his eyes off Tom as they’d walked, and to be surrounded by an entire building full of fit, sweaty, virile young men like his friend was almost more than he could handle.  He’d never thought of his peers in anything other than a comparative or competitive way before, but now all he could think about was what it would feel like to have each of them inside him.  His experience at the temple flashed through his reeling brain, only this time Noah pictured himself splayed out on the floor of the gym, letting whoever wanted one take a crack at his thickening, hairy cheeks.

At the same time, the sensation of really putting his altered frame to use brought the reality of his situation crashing back down.  He and Tom had decided to form a team against Gabe given the other man’s almost superhuman physical advantage, and Noah quickly realized just how different things had become.  His frame used to be lithe and nimble, but now he felt like he had lead weights strapped to his body as he lumbered across the court.  His meaty midsection and chunky cheeks shook with each heavy step, the rippling vibrations causing a further distraction as they zeroed in on his throbbing, increasingly-outlined cock.  His shorts were starting to look like spandex, and the ridiculously undersized t-shirt had ridden up to officially rest on the upper part of his cresting belly.  People had continued to stare, especially Tom, but no one said anything about the fuzzy blonde beach ball obscenely bouncing across the court.  Nor did they say anything about the nearly-naked, hirsute hulk that joined him.  Gabe had shucked his muscle shirt, leaving his chiseled bulk in nothing but his own equally-revealing shorts, but other than lingering eyes people left them alone.

Noah was quickly growing nervous about the way he began to sweat through his ill-fitting garments, along with the pungent cloud of body odor that accompanied the moisture.  He felt like he hadn’t showered in days despite having just done so earlier, though the morning might as well have been a week prior based on how far away it seemed.  With each passing minute, Noah knew he was trudging further and further from the life he’d had, the life he’d never have again, and he wondered for a moment at his lack of concern.

Following a loud rip, his concerns became much more practical.  He’d hefted himself into the air as best he could to try and block one of Gabe’s shots, and when gravity pulled him back down his overloaded shorts kept going.  Noah went beet red when he felt the open air on his now-hairy lower half, the sensory-seeking follicles making his exposed log throb ever harder, and that embarrassment only grew when his shirt quickly followed suit.  He’d jerked so fast to try and cover himself that his broadened upper back exploded out of the tortured tee in an avalanche of furry flesh, leaving the once-lithe blonde naked, hairy and hard in nothing but his sneakers.

“Fuck!” Noah yelped, his eyes going wide as he gawked at Gabe and Tom for help.

“Uh…whoops,” Tom laughed, letting out a slow whistle as he looked at his exposed friend.  Each second felt like an eternity for Noah as he squirmed in front of everyone, doing his best futile attempt to cover himself.  Everyone was staring, and the naked furball could actually feel things about to boil over, though he wasn’t sure if he dreaded or longed for such an outcome.

And then Gabe stepped forward.  “Here.  Put this on,” he barked, tossing Noah his discarded muscle shirt.  Even at the blonde’s inflated size, the draping top fit him like a gown, providing a technical, though entirely useless, amount of coverage.

“Well this is humiliating,” Noah whimpered, tugging on the bottom of the tented top.  As long as he didn’t raise his arms he was covered from anyone who looked directly at him, though anyone who looked at his sides would be greeted to a curvy show.

“Should we get out of here,” Tom finally asked, a growing lump forming noticeably in the front of his joggers.

“Probably,” Gabe grunted again.  “You comin’ back to my place with us?”

“Sure!”  Tom said it a little too quickly, his sharp features flushing slightly when he heard his eager tone.

“Good,” Gabe nodded, giving his beard a quick stroke as he stared at the lean hunk.

Noah caught a momentary flash of hunger in his friend’s gaze before he realized his own sparked in a similar manner, the thought of what inevitably awaited all of them back at the bigger man’s apartment finally registering.  There was no question as to “if” it would happen, only “when,” and the scantily clad beefcake wondered again if his friend had known the same thing would happen to him when he’d attempted his intervention.

But first they had to get there.  Noah had asked earlier if there was a limit to how far they could push things in public, and he knew his current circumstances brushed up against the line.  He had no doubt that if he’d lingered naked for much longer it would have been a bridge too far, and hurriedly lumbering across campus with his plump cheeks and solid cock occasionally exposed was pushing that same boundary.  People had noticed him before, but now they Noticed.  Eyes lingered in a way that wasn’t just confused or lustful, but shocked and sometimes disgusted, making Noah want to cling to Gabe for support.  Just being near his hulking friend filled him with a sense of security the likes of which he’d never felt, like he’d be taken care of and looked after by the other man.  It was a possessive contentment, but one which Noah didn’t think to question.  Of course he belonged to Gabe.

Fortunately for the inflated blonde, while his non-outfit skirted a line, the trio arrived without issue.  He let out a sigh of relief and kicked free of his sneakers, feeling a mix of amused embarrassment at the shocked look on Tom’s face.

“Woof,” the lean brunette laughed when they stepped inside the tiny apartment.  He wrinkled his nose, waving a hand in front of his face at the overpowering, masculine melange of musk and tobacco.  “This place smells like a jockstrap with a smoking problem.”

“You get used to it,” Noah shrugged, standing obediently in place and raising his arms when Gabe came up from behind and stripped him of the borrowed shirt.  He was immediately aware of Tom’s adhesive gaze, as well as the now-obvious tent in his friend’s pants.

“Yeah, I mean, it, uh, weirdly works for you two,” Tom said, clearing his throat as he stared at the buzzed blonde.  “Damn, dude.  I didn’t get a good look at the gym, but you really have filled out, haven’t you?”

Noah shivered when the tapering hunk stepped forward and put a hand on his belly, noticing for the first time himself just how much he’d continued to change over the course of the morning.  His pecs were now plump and heavy, his shoulders and arms both broad and beefy.  His thighs had become meaty trunks which supported the fleshy globes of his rear, and to look at him now, even Noah wouldn’t have believed that his thickened frame had ever been wiry and shredded, let alone that it looked that way only a day before.  He was thick and curvy, a bulky, bouncing powerhouse of fur and flesh.  Feeling Tom’s fingers brush though his silky, golden carpet and bite into his expanded body, the beefy blonde could tell that he had indeed acquired an impressive amount of muscle, but the soft-to-solid ratio was far from an equal one.  For a fleeting second Noah’s programmed vanity told him he should be horrified, that he should dread the loss of his conventionally attractive, jock body.  Until he saw the look of raw hunger in Tom’s eyes and felt the engine of lust that was Gabe revving behind him.  “Guess so.  Not really sure how I feel about it yet,” Noah said, only half lying.

“It’s…it’s impressive,” Tom croaked, seemingly unaware that he was practically petting the blonde’s plump pecs.  He kept looking back and forth between his two friends, unable to give voice to the confusing desires welling within.  “So, uh, back to you two.  Are you guys…you’re a thing now?  For real?  That wasn’t just a joke earlier when you said…about Noah getting pounded…”  Gabe responded with a quick, grunting laugh before swallowing the blonde from behind and reaching down to tug on the shorter man’s fattened log of a cock.  The pudgy organ hadn’t grown any longer but had nearly doubled in overall girth, a perfect complement to Noah’s portly, muscled frame.  “Guess that answers that.  I, uh, I don’t want to sound weird, but…I mean…fuck,” Tom stammered, his brow furrowing.  He finally noticed the damp spot on the front of his tented joggers, but before he could say anything he found his face being pulled towards Gabe’s by the bigger man’s wrought-iron mitt.  With Noah sandwiched between them, Tom shivered as Gabe’s bearded face pressed against his own, a warm tongue just as strong as the rest of his friend working its way against his own.  His instinct was to pull away, and he was grateful when he realized the blonde bear held him fast as he didn’t actually want to.  His head swam from the potent, overpowering musk that would have been more than he could handle from one of them, but which was devastating as a duo.  Between Gabe and Noah, Tom didn’t know who turned him on more or why, and he didn’t really care either way.  He’d felt the confusing embers of lust smoldering the second he’d laid eyes on the pair that morning, and that unfamiliar longing had only grown more intense the longer he was around them.  Unlike the cynical Andy, the main thing Tom noticed was how happy Noah and Gabe seemed.  Yes, the bearded brunette had become a bit rough around the edges lately, and the former pretty-boy blonde appeared to be following suit, but they didn’t make it seem like a bad thing.  And with Gabe’s tongue in his mouth while Noah’s hands slipped into the back of his joggers, it didn’t feel like one either.  “That was…unexpected,” Tom sputtered when the bigger man broke off the kiss and he was able to take a reluctant step back.

“Lucky you.  He made me strip first,” Noah said, his tone flat.  He smiled as he looked down at his naked frame and shrugged.  “Guess he made me strip first again.”

“I didn’t make you do anything,” Gabe corrected, his bearded face dropping to kiss along the blonde’s widened neck.  “Are you complaining?”

Noah responded by bucking his thickened cheeks back against his friend’s lap.  “What do you think?”

Gabe let out a low, rumbling grunt and gripped his friend’s plumped pecs, kneading the furry slab before returning his attention to Tom.  “And what do you think?”

The lean brunette just blinked in silence for a moment.  “You guys are something else.  Why is this…why am I so hard right now?”

“It’s contagious,” Noah winked.  “Too much raw masculinity for just the two of us.”  He reached out and grabbed the waist of his friend’s joggers, pulling him close once more.  Noah continued the motion as Tom stumbled over, pulling the blushing jock’s pants and underwear down and letting his friend’s spring-loaded log shoot free.  The rigid cock was as long and lean as the rest of him, topping out at just over seven inches with a set of balls that were already churning based on the steady stream oozing from the bobbing tip.  “You doin’ anything with this,” Noah asked, giving Tom’s cock a few gentle tugs.  “Or can I borrow it?”

“Are you…you’re serious,” the gasping brunette stammered, his eyes going wide when Noah pulled him over towards the couch and turned his back to begin grinding his hairy cakes into the eager organ.

“Oh, he’s serious,” Gabe chuckled, his voice a low growl.  “Give it a go.”  He stepped up behind Tom and lifted the thinner man’s tank-top, stripping him bare the way he had with Noah.  He stayed close while his friend lined himself up for entry, his hairy, hulking frame draped against the jock’s back.  “Here,” he purred, spitting in a massive hand and using it to lube Tom’s aching club, practically guiding the invading organ into Noah.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” the beefy blonde moaned, falling forward against the back of the couch for support.  Tom’s long, slender rod, while large, was nowhere near Gabe’s imposing monster, but his elasticized hole made the handsome swimmer’s equipment feel like it was tailor made.  “Fu…fuuuuck yesss, man.  You…you feel…so good…”

Tom was taken aback by Noah’s uninhibited eagerness.  He was still struggling to process the fact that he was messing around with a pair of guys, let alone that he was literally inside one of them.  Being on various swim teams for years, Tom was used to horsing around with naked men, and he’d actually fooled around with a few in the past.  But receiving the occasional blowjob from another guy and jerking each other off paled in comparison to the sensation of Noah’s tight, hairy hole gripping his cock like a third hand.  “So…so do you, bud,” he said with a shocked laugh.  “THIS is what you guys have been getting up to?  Just gettin’ swole and fuckin’ the shit out of each other?”

Noah groaned and started writhing in time with Tom’s tentative thrusting.  The sensation of his friend’s hands stroking through the soft layer of hair along his broad upper back was intoxicating.  “Jealous?”

Tom leaned back against Gabe’s wall of muscle, well aware that his own perky bubble was grinding against the bigger man’s intimidating log with each pop of his hips, but not hating the sensation.  “I mean…not anymore,” he said, giving Noah’s chunky cheeks a slap.

“You…you should…try…this out…” the blonde said, the words punctuated by his ecstatic gasps and whimpers.

“I, uh, I think I’m good.”  Tom blushed and shook his head, thinking he should have sounded more convincing.

“Seriously, man….I knooOOOOHHHH….know it’s…weird…but IiiiIIIIEEEE…I’ve never felt annnnngghhh…anything so…good…” Noah’s slack jawed, croaking whimpers were far more convincing than anything intelligible he said.  “Gabe has a…a trick…that makes it feel even better…”

The internal conflict was obvious on Tom’s sharp features.  The stunned, straight jock part of him rebelled at the thought of getting fucked by a guy, but the inferno of lust that was the rest of himself actually did envy the apparent ecstasy Noah was experiencing.  He’d never seen anyone, man or woman, driven by such intensity while he’d been with them, and the comforting, imposing presence of his friends made him feel surprisingly safe to experiment.  “I…I don’t know.  Does it…I thought it hurts…”

“We’ll start nice and easy,” Gabe said, his bassy rumble gentle.  “That’s what we did with Noah, and look how much fun he’s having.”  The bearded giant grinned when Tom finally gave a hesitant nod.  He pulled him away from, and out of, the disappointed blonde and swapped their positions, bending the smooth swimmer at the waist with his toned arms resting on the back of the couch to hold him upright. “Just relax,” he grunted.

Tom’s whole body was crimson as Noah stroked his back and Gabe’s massive hand took its time exploring his solid bubble before a pair of strong fingers began toying with his hole.  The sensation was as exciting as it was foreign, and the lean brunette couldn’t hold back a surprised gasp.  He locked nervous eyes with Noah, his strong jaw dropping in a groan when those fingers slowly pushed their way inside.  “Hooookay…that’s…that’s a weird feeeEEEEOOOHHH!”  The howl was unintentional, the sound ripped from his body when Gabe’s stubby digits found their mark.  Tom had no idea what the bigger man did, but whatever it was lit him up from the inside out.  He instinctively looked down at his cock, the normal source for such ecstasy, finding the organ still entirely untouched.  He let out another groan, and then another, his fingers biting into the back of the couch as he squirmed uncontrollably against his friend’s probing hand.  He’d never felt anything like it.  It wasn’t just the penetration, either, but the sensation of someone else fully taking control.  He was putty in Gabe’s blissful hands, the intensity of the foreign pleasure only magnified by the embarrassment he felt at having an audience in the form of Noah, who gave the occasional, encouraging grunt and continued stroking his spasming back.

“What’d I tell ya,” the beefy blonde chuckled, taking his own opportunity to lean in for a lingering kiss.  Tom returned the gesture as eagerly as he had with Gabe.  His stray whimpers were swallowed by the other man, who seemed to relish the sensation.  “Wait’ll you try the real thing.  Nothin’ else like it.”

“Did…did you say there was a trick or…something…” Tom panted, his smooth, chiseled pecs heaving.  He watched Noah and Gabe exchange a quick glance and wondered what he was about to get himself into, but if it would make the bliss he already felt even better, he was willing to go along for the ride.

“One of the brothers just showed it to me last night,” Gabe nodded, letting his fingers come to a rest inside the other man.  “You’d be my guinea pig, but I’m willing to give it a shot if you are.”

“No clue what that means,” Tom said with an awkward laugh as he caught his breath.  “What’s it going to do, though?  Make it weird?  I’ve already got a dude knuckles deep inside my asshole…fuck it,” he shrugged.

“Here we go,” Gabe said, his deep voice barely above a whisper.  He had no idea what he was doing, but he trusted the energies to find their target.  With his eyes closed he could feel Noah radiating like a battery next to him, and he tapped into that pool of potential, drawing on the same essence he’d felt the previous night when the blonde had been altered.  He pictured Tom’s hole stretching and shrinking, imagined objects of various shapes and sizes slipping in and out between the brunette’s firm cheeks.  The longer he focused, the more he could actually see and feel his friend’s pleasure as if it was a physical force, and he did his best to center the totality of it squarely on the swimmer’s eager orifice.  His friend apparently felt it too as Noah gave a sharp gasp of his own, though it was quickly drowned out by Tom’s bellowing wail.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!  Fuuuuuhhh…fuuuuuuck!  Wha…?!  What’d you just…oh….ohhhhhh shit,” the smooth swimmer roared, his body erupting into writhing motion.

“Are you okay,” Gabe asked, his commanding tone betraying none of the nervousness he felt at the violent reaction.

“Fuck yes I’m okay!  Goddamn…” Tom huffed, his every defined muscle flexed and on display as he tensed and spasmed.  “What…whatever you just did…this is…incredible,” he whined, reaching around and grabbing Gabe’s wrist to keep it in place.  “Even you just grabbing my ass feels great.  How…how many fingers do you…”

“Four,” the furry hulk said before smiling.  “Now five.”

Tom’s head spun as he tried to process the fact that his friend’s massive mitt was fully inside him.  Instead of pain, all he felt was muscle-melting ecstasy.  It was as if his whole body had been turned into one giant pleasure receptor, which could be activated by the simple press of his impossibly elastic button.  “Can I…can I get the real thing…” he heard himself ask before his addled brain could try and talk him out of it.

Gabe didn’t say anything.  He simply pulled his hand free and pulled his friend’s hips back in one smooth motion, impaling the howling swimmer on his fat pole with ease.  At first, his meaty embrace was the only thing keeping Tom upright as the toned jock’s knees went weak upon entry, but, as with Noah, the handsome brunette was quickly finding his bearings.  He was still helpless to contain his echoing wails, though he’d managed to fall into rhythm, his tight waist rocking in time with Gabe’s powerful thrusts.

It was that rocking which alerted Noah to an unforeseen circumstance.  “Uh…should that…should that be like that,” the burly beefcake asked, nodding down at Tom’s flopping hose.  The lengthy organ was still at the same thick size it had been, only instead of firm and rigid it hung long and limp, waving wildly as the penetrated jock squirmed.

“What do you…oh!  Fuck!”  Tom yelped and grabbed for the dangling organ, shivering at the familiar pleasure when he pulled on it.  Though soft, the impressive package was as sensitive as ever, with a copious, steady stream oozing forth.  “This is…an odd feeling…”

“Guess I went a little too hard,” Gabe said.  “I’m sure one of the guys at the temple can put things back the way they…”

“No!” Tom interrupted, shaking his head.  He cleared his throat and tried to recover, more for his own pride than anything else.  There was still a part of him that wasn’t ready to accept the image of himself as an eager, limp-dicked power bottom, but that part had growing competition from the rest of his lust-fueled frame.  “I mean…let’s figure it out later.  This feels fucking great,” he groaned, absently fondling his sculpted pecs while he spoke.  “I’m not worried about it.”

Gabe looked over at Noah, and the two shared a shrug.  Though their very presence had an arousing, uninhibiting effect on men, it didn’t force anyone to do anything they truly didn’t want to, and neither of them liked the idea of unintentionally altering their friend beyond what he’d asked.  But Tom certainly didn’t seem to mind, and it occurred to Gabe that maybe the forces at work already knew something about their friend that he hadn’t yet discovered for himself.  He reached around and gave the girthy snake a tug before picking up steam again.  “Suit yourself,” he grunted.