Beach Body (vignette) (Patreon)

Erik had his burly arms folded across his barrel torso as he stood behind and looked over Andy’s shoulder at the other man’s reflection.  “I mean…don’t you already have what you’re after?  I’m looking at you in nothing but your briefs and I’m not seeing a lot to complain about.  Aren’t these abs,” he asked, reaching around to give the toned brunette’s firm stomach a rough rub.  The defined six-pack and pronounced obliques were a far cry from his own beefy midsection, as was his friend’s naturally smooth skin compared to his hirsute brawn.  The sight of his friend’s trim, tidy presentation, along with the ample bulge in the front of Andy’s navy briefs, only furthered Erik’s confusion.  As far as he was concerned, the chocolate-haired hunk already had a beach body. Whether in board shorts, tiny trunks, or a speedo, Andy’s wiry, defined build looked perfectly at home in all of them.  Coupled with his boy-next-door features and charming smile, Erik couldn’t possibly think of what his friend would want to improve.  It was true that Andy wasn’t overly built, but, as his plentiful definition displayed, he still sported a physique that qualified as above average at the very least.  Erik would have been thrilled to have his friend’s appearance and had said as much many times.  The burly bruiser had been going bald since his late teens, to the point where he now, a decade later, had given up completely and sported a perpetually shiny scalp.  It well suited his squared-off, ruggedly handsome features and unrefined bulk, but Erik still felt like the Beast to Andy’s beauty as he looked at his broad, hairy frame spilling out of a tank-top while his thick thighs filled his cotton shorts to capacity.  Whereas his pretty-boy roommate looked perfectly at ease on the beach, a part of Erik always felt self-conscious by the ruddy pelt he sported, though not to the point where he wanted to seek out an arcane remedy.  “You’re ripped already, dude.”

Andy swatted his friend’s hand away, seeing only the size he lacked glaring back at him from the mirror.  He didn’t care how defined he was or how big his bulge looked between his toned thighs; he wanted some shape to his body.  He was tired of looking like a skinny rectangle while the guys at the gym had their inverted triangles.  Even Erik’s hairy, burly curves would have been preferable to what he could only see as his own insubstantial, skin-and-bones build.  “Being lean isn’t the same as being big,” he said, looking disappointed as he flexed his modest pecs.  “This is just because of my shitty metabolism.”

“Shitty?!”  Erik let out a loud laugh and shook his head.  “Bro…people would kill to be built like you.”

“Yeah, well, they can have it,” Andy shrugged.

“I can’t believe I’m actually hearing this,” Erik said, reaching around again to cup his friend’s bulge this time.  “You get more pussy in a week than I do in a month, you look good in literally everything you put on, including these cute little undies, but you’re still going through with it?”

Andy couldn’t help but grin at his friend’s exasperated reaction.  Instead of pulling away he ground his hips against Erik’s meaty palm and raised an eyebrow.  “If you want to be the last one to get the old me off, be my guest.”

The bigger man responded by slipping his free hand into the back of Andy’s briefs, wedging a pair of stubby fingers between the brunette’s tiny cheeks.  “That mean this is on the table?”

The toned stud yelped and squirmed out of his friend’s grip, blushing.  This kind of intimate horsing around was perfectly natural for the pair after so many years of friendship and living together, and they had a running competition to see who could make the other the most uncomfortable.  Erik had scored a point this time, but Andy would be sure to even the score when everything was said and done.  “In your dreams,” he said, hooking his hands in the sides of his briefs and slowly working them down.  “But you can still have one last look.”  He popped his hips to slap his thick, seven inch hose and heavy balls back and forth, making sure to slam them into Erik before resuming his earlier spot in front of the mirror.

“If I jerk you off will it change your mind,” the bald bulldog asked, running out of ideas to try and talk his friend out of going through with his plan.

Andy locked eyes with his friend in the mirror, searching Erik’s expression in silence before finally giving the other man a sympathetic smile.  “Damn.  You’d really do it, wouldn’t you?  I love you too, bro, but seriously…you’re worried about nothing.  Besides, you only live once, right?  It’ll be fine.”

“Will it, though?  You paid a Caster to whip up a new reality for you.  And they weren’t even a legit one!  We’re not talking about some bootleg sneakers here, man…we’re talking about your life.”  Erik took a few steps back to lean against Andy’s door frame, knowing he’d lost the battle.  All he could do now was be there when things inevitably went awry.

Paying a Caster to improve their lives had become a common practice for those who could afford it, the ultimate irony being that anyone who could afford the astronomical rates likely didn’t need the service in the first place.  Especially considering the relatively minor miracles that were being worked.  As with any economy there were rules, meaning that the alterations to reality had to be contained, couldn’t make waves that significantly impacted others, and couldn’t flip-flop back and forth.  The work was a quick one-and-done, usually a better body or a cured illness, amounting to little more than a cosmic makeover in the grand scheme of things.

But also like any other economy, there were those who sought to either bend or outright break the rules.  Unlicensed Casters were terrifyingly common, offering discount miracles that usually turned out to be anything but.  Given the magnitude of both the cost and the temptation involved, people constantly fell prey to unscrupulous grifters.  If they were lucky, all they ended up with was a charlatan who grifted a chunk of their bank account.  Some, though, had the misfortune of actually encountering a Caster.  Being born with the ability to tap into a well of magical energy didn’t necessarily mean that someone knew what to do with it, and while the government tried to make sure people with the gift were either properly trained or cut off from it, there were many who slipped through the cracks either on purpose or as the result of inefficient bureaucracy.

It was this latter scenario that Erik feared.  Andy was so desperate to finally achieve his “perfect beach body” that he’d turned to the seedy side of the Caster market.  Neither of them would ever be able to afford the real deal, and the tantalizing prospect of a quick fix had its hooks too deep in the toned hunk for him to let it go.  Erik had offered to help him lift, he’d even offered to pay for a personal trainer, but he’d known his friend long enough to be well aware that once Andy had his mind made up, it would take a true miracle to change it.

“Okay, man…here we go,” the naked brunette said, his hand trembling slightly as he held up the tiny, clear container.  It looked like a nasal spray, the kind people use to treat a cold, only instead of liquid it contained a swirling mass of gold and turquoise smoke.  The administration was the same, all Andy had to do was take a puff in each nostril, only it wasn’t his sinuses that would be cleared but his former existence.

“Last chance, bud.  Are you really sure you want to…” Erik trailed off when Andy raised the tiny pump to one side of his nose and then the other.  He watched his friend’s slim chest rise and fall as the other man huffed the shimmering mist, his own heart racing as he braced himself in anticipation of the worst.

For an agonizingly long moment, it appeared that nothing would happen.  The two men stood in tense silence, neither of them sure what to expect, and neither of them prepared for the changes that soon followed.  It all happened so fast that, even if Andy hadn’t been frozen in process for the brief duration, Erik doubted his friend would have had time for little more than an astonished yelp.

At first, things seemed promising.  All at once, Andy’s shoulders thickened with muscle and pushed apart into a broadened ridge, the growth spreading down his toned arms until the inflated appendages looked like they belonged to a proper lifter.  At the same time, the brunette’s modest pecs began to swell and push outwards, lifting up and away from his torso like a pair of fleshy balloons before crashing back down as a horrifyingly supple set of distinctly feminine tits.  And while Andy did briefly achieve the inverted triangle he craved when his six-pack firmed with additional muscle into a ripped, tapering 8, it quickly turned into an hourglass when his hips widened to accommodate his ballooning new rear.  The formerly tiny cheeks had become round and pillowy, their overall size matching Andy’s thickened, muscular thighs even if their yielding nature was anything but firm.  Equally, or perhaps most, alarming was the way the now-curvy man’s thick cock shot to it’s full seven inches before rapidly receding, dwindling to a short nub no more than a pair of inches with only the petite suggestion of balls in place of the formerly heavy orbs.

Just as abruptly as it began, it was over.  “GGNNNGGNNHHH…!”  Andy let out a grunt when the unseen forces holding him in place loosened their grip, his altered legs giving out.

Erik lunged forward on instinct, grabbing his friend before he could hit the ground and guiding them both over to Andy’s bed.  “It’s okay…it’s okay…I got you, dude,” the bald bruiser said, forgetting entirely about any potential risk to himself as he cradled the altered man.

“What…what just…WHAT THE FUCK?!”  Andy’s eyes went wide, his flushed face pale as he simultaneously saw and felt his warped proportions.  “DO I HAVE TITS?!  WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY DICK?!”  He shrieked, his voice cracking.  He cleared his throat reflexively, but the heightened tone remained, as did the almost pubescent breaking.  “WHY DO I SOUND LIKE THIS?!”

Erik’s head spun as he clung to his friend, his own mind racing to catch up with the discrepancies he now saw and felt in the other man.  “Okay…okay…let’s just…” he stammered before finally shaking his head and taking a deep breath.  “Are you okay,” he asked, forcing his voice to remain calm.

“NO I’M NOT OKAY!  LOOK AT ME,” Andy shrieked again.

“I mean are you in pain?  Are you having a heart attack?  Can you breathe?  All your fingers and toes work?”  Erik loosened his grip but kept an arm around Andy’s broadened shoulders, his other hand resting on his friend’s newly-muscled quad.  He didn’t realize he’d begun gently stroking both, but it seemed to help in calming the panicked brunette down.

Andy swallowed and nodded, his expression still a stunned mask though not nearly as frenzied as he looked down at himself.  “Yeah, yeah…I feel fine.  Sure don’t look it though…” he groaned, leaning into Erik’s embrace before he realized he was doing it.

“Certain parts do…I just can’t tell which ones,” the burly man chuckled.

“It’s not funny!”  Andy shot up from the edge of the bed and stomped a foot in frustration, immediately regretting it when he felt his softened features shake and ripple both above and below the waist.

“Now that I know you’re not dying?  Beg to differ, bro,” Erik grinned, his stomach confusingly fluttering as he gawked up at his friend.  Andy’s body was a mass of contrasts, with his broad shoulders, sculpted, piston arms, ripped washboard, and powerful thighs making the heaping, supple tits, wide, curvy hips, and plump, bouncing bottom look entirely out of place.  Or perhaps it was the other way around, and the muscular, masculine traits were at odds with Andy’s newly feminine features.  His handsome, unaltered face provided no guidance, and his cracking voice and diminished package seemed to be having difficulty making up their minds.

“Fuck you!  Fine.  You were right?  Is that what you want me to say?  Do you feel better?  Now how the fuck do we fix this,” Andy spat, shivering slightly when his large new hands finally made contact with his softened chest.  He blushed as he absently kneaded the voluptuous mounds, bright darts of pleasure shooting through him as he squeezed his enlarged nipples.

“Search me,” Erik shrugged.  “The only thing I can think of would be to pay a legit Caster, which we can’t afford, and even if we could, that would mean admitting you tried to go the illegal route in the first place.”

“But I can’t just stay like this,” Andy whined, flushing a deeper shade when he heard how his altered voice accentuated the effort.

“I don’t think you’ve really got a choice, at least for the time being.  Also…” Erik trailed off and nodded at the bright pile of fabric on the ground.  What should have been Andy’s navy briefs was instead a skimpy, aqua bikini bottom, and the hairy hunk knew there were plenty more where that came from.  “Oh…oh wow…” he sputtered as Andy darted over and yanked a dresser drawer open.  He didn’t need the curvy man’s groan to tell him that similar items were all he was going to find, that they were all he ever wore anymore, because he could clearly remember it.  Though he knew on a logical level that Andy had just been a toned, hung, conventionally-shaped man with a deep, smooth voice, he could no longer actually recall what that looked like.  As he frantically searched his memories, all Erik could remember was the busty, bottom-heavy, micro-dicked muscle-man, a fact that was further cemented when he pulled out his phone and found pictures to go with the recollections.

“Oh my god…oh my god…oh my god…” Andy panted, his heavy new chest heaving as he stood on the verge of hyperventilating.  “I can’t…I can’t remember it either!  All I remember is…this…” he moaned, pointing at the endless array of bikinis.  The closest thing he had to formal attire anymore were a few slinky one-piece bathing suits, but the majority of his time was spent with his alterations on proud display, his new nub of a cock nicely nestled in the pointless bottoms, while his mammoth, clapping cakes hung exposed behind.

“Dude, it’s okay…we’ll figure this out,” Erik said, dropping the amused tone from his voice as he hopped off the bed.  He grabbed Andy’s steely new arms, afraid for a moment that his friend was going to crumble again.  “I’m sorry for laughing…this is just…it’s a lot to take in on my end, too,” he sighed, his face falling forward until their foreheads rested against each other.  Such intimate contact outside the context of horsing around should have struck him as odd, but Erik was too busy running his hands over Andy’s enlarged upper arms to notice.  “You DID technically get jacked though.  Damn.”

Andy made no move to pull away either, letting out a short laugh despite his panic.  “Lucky me,” he said, flexing his arm against Erik’s hand.  “I thought this shit just wouldn’t work if I got ripped off…I never actually thought it could…” he trailed off, finally lifting his face away when he saw the obvious outline of his friend’s rigid cock against his thin shorts.  “Dude!  Are you…hard right now?”

Erik’s face went a deep shade of crimson as he reluctantly nodded.  “You DID want a ‘hot’ beach body, remember?”

Slowly, Andy’s face followed suit.  “Yeah, but I clearly didn’t…I mean this isn’t…” he stammered, ignoring the flood of memories that told him otherwise.

“Then how come I distinctly remember what this feels like,” Erik said, his hands slipping over to begin caressing and kneading his friend’s altered chest.

“Fffffuuuuuuuuuck,” Andy groaned, his own hands instinctively shooting to Erik’s waist.  They slipped around and behind, disappearing into the brawny man’s shorts to clutch the ample, hairy cheeks within.  “This…this feels so…goo..goooohhh…” his cracking voice broke off in a groan when Erik’s fingers were replaced by a warm, wet tongue on his nipples.  The inflated nubs weren’t just larger but more sensitive, sending spasm after spasm down Andy’s arching spine.

“This is wild,” Erik gasped, his face buried between the supple mounds.  “I know we’ve never actually done this before, but it feels like…”

“We do it all the time,” Andy finished, pulling his hands from the back of the other man’s shorts so he could peel Erik’s tank-top free.  His body was beginning to move on autopilot, the growing new desires vastly outnumbering the remains of his hesitation.  When he dropped to his knees and pulled his friends shorts and boxers down, the sensation of Erik’s thick, short cock rubbing against his face was comforting, not confusing.  Its presence in his mouth was equally familiar, filling the space with its hefty girth as Andy’s head began bobbing back and forth in a practiced rhythm.  Each thrust and retraction of his neck seemed to bring with it a fresh set of memories, not just of Erik looming over him, but countless other men.  Andy didn’t know whether he should be thrilled or horrified at the realization that his friend had been correct, that regardless how he felt about his altered appearance, the men in his life apparently couldn’t get enough of it.  Nor he of them, it seemed.  Kneeling on his thickened thighs with his ample new rear bouncing and jiggling, his meaty arms brushing against his altered chest as he clung to Erik’s lower half, Andy would have been content to stay there for hours, but his friend had other ideas.

“My turn,” the burly man grunted, guiding the brunette’s bobbing face away and helping him to his feet.  He gave Andy’s fattened bottom a slap before roughly shoving him onto the bed and draping himself against his friend’s back.  The curvy hunk let out a gasp at the feeling of Erik’s furry torso rubbing against him, shivering as the bald man began kissing his way down his spine.  “Lucky for you I’ve had to rely on skill and not just a pretty face,” the brawny bulldog purred, his lips reaching the base of Andy’s spine.  “Never thought it’d be your pussy I ate out, though,” he laughed, parting the plump cheeks and burying his face between them.

Andy could only let out a series of sputtering gasps as Erik went to work, simultaneously loving and loathing the way his plump cheeks squished and his heavy chest swayed.  His pointless little cock felt like it was ready to shoot off his body, but while the diminished organ had once been his primary source of pleasure, now it was little more than an afterthought.  “Fuuuuuck…fuck bro…I…I need you inside me,” he moaned, knowing full well that he’d been about to make the plea but still being surprised to hear the words leave his mouth.  He braced himself when Erik lifted his face and slid back up into position, completely unprepared for the wave of ecstasy that washed over him as the other man slowly forced his way inside.  He’d expected pain, but the sensation of Erik’s thick, stout log lighting up his insides was pure bliss.  It was like scratching an infuriating itch he’d been unable to reach, like having a warm, heavy blanket wrapped around him when freezing.  It was safe and warm and wonderful in a way he’d never experienced before, and while he’d always loved Erik as a friend, now it occurred to him that he was actually in love with the other man.  Andy’s feelings were so overwhelming that he didn’t even mind when his friend’s strong arms wrapped around his muscled midsection and gently pulled him upright.  The position gave him an unobstructed view of his warped body in the mirror, letting him watch as his nub of a cock oozed and his out-of-place tits were worked over by the thrusting stud behind him.  He could see his thighs and the edges of his fattened rear rippling with each of Erik’s deep thrusts, but instead of feeling like a freak as he expected, all he could think about was how good it all felt.  He actually found himself much more interested in the reflection of his friend’s beautiful, beefy body than his own, loving the look of lustful determination on Erik’s rugged face.  He could still hear his own light, cracking whimpers, but as long as they were accompanied by the other man’s deep, guttural grunts, he couldn’t care less how he sounded.

Even after he came, Andy was delighted to discover that his body continued to bask in the muscle-melting ecstasy until Erik finally unleashed inside him.  With his body constantly on display and his tiny little cock always ready to go, Andy understood that he now simmered at a constant level of arousal.  He’d always had a strong sex drive, but now he was primed for action at all times, another twist in his original request for a desirable, beach-ready body.

“That was incredible,” Erik panted when he’d finally caught his breath and they lay collapsed in each other's arms.

Andy beamed at the way his friend looked at him, loving how eagerly and openly the burly man leaned in for kiss after kiss.  It was clear his own enhanced feelings were reciprocated, a thought that made what came next more bearable. “So…what do we do now,” he asked, marveling at how natural his new proportions already felt when Erik pulled him off the bed.  He felt a similar rush of surprise when he took the aqua bikini bottoms from the other man and slipped them on, with only a small sliver of himself feeling mortified at the tiny little lump in the front while his ballooning bottom hung mostly exposed in the back.  Tying the matching top into place was a bit more difficult for the remains of his former self, but he had to admit that the thin straps actually did accentuate the size of his inflated arms and broadened shoulders, and the supple mounds did make his muscled abs look more impressive than ever.  And while a part of him still couldn’t fathom being seen in public in such a state, let alone constantly, a larger part didn’t know why he was dwelling on it at all.

Erik grinned, his spent cock twitching at the sight of the bikini-clad brunette.  “You wanted a beach body…let’s go to the beach.”