Crack the Code, ch. 17: Avatar (Patreon)

“Yo, Donk…you still with us?”

Adam didn’t know how to respond.  He knew Zack and Steve were staring at him, expecting him to say something, but he was too busy staring at the horrifyingly exposed source of his nickname.  The long, thick, ten-inch hose and heavy balls that earned him the name Donkey Dick, usually shortened to “Donk”, should have been obscured by his slate chinos.  Instead, his hefty equipment hung in the open through a newly acquired hole in the front of his pants, but any hopes that his bottoms had simply torn were quickly dashed when he saw the purposely-tailored, finished edges.  And even if his pants had torn, that didn’t explain where his boxer-briefs went, nor why his friends hadn’t immediately called him out on it.  They could see the exposed equipment just as clearly as he could, and the hung hunk knew that Zack and Steve would love to seize any opportunity to humiliate him, but the athletic pair just looked at him with puzzled expressions.

He blinked and shook his head, gazing down one more time past his clinging polo as if he could will things back to normal.  The thin black fabric still stretched tight across his trim torso, accentuating his lean definition, and the rest of his fitted pants appeared as they should around his long, toned legs, but the humiliating omission at his crotch remained.  “Sorry, I…” Adam started, the words catching in his throat.  He’d intended to call his predicament out, to accuse his friends of somehow pulling a prank, but the idea fled as soon as he tried.  He could feel his sharp features turning red the longer he stood there opening and closing his mouth, and he eventually gave up, running a hand awkwardly through his short, chestnut hair.  “...I’ve maybe had too much already,” he finally finished, shrugging.

“What?”  Steve raised an eyebrow at that, following up his earlier question with another inquiry.  “You’re still on your first beer.  Are you feeling okay?”  The shorter, dark-skinned man shot Zack a look before returning his attention to the wiry brunette.

“Yeah man…you stopped talking mid-sentence, went super pale, and now you look like you either just saw a ghost or need to take a shit,” the brawny blonde added with a chuckle.

Adam still didn’t know how to respond.  He couldn’t say what he actually wanted to, and he was starting to wonder if someone in the bustling bar slipped something into his drink.  He kept looking back and forth between Zack and Steve, waiting to see if something about his friends would change, but their appearance remained frustratingly unaltered.  Zack’s burly torso looked as impressive as ever straining against his thin, burgundy t-shirt, while his powerful legs filled his jeans to capacity, and Steve’s slender, compact frame was still clad in a fitted, short-sleeve button down with a pair of khakis straining around his soccer-player bubble.  Everything that should have been covered was, and a quick glance around the crowded pub confirmed that no one else seemed to share in his impossible predicament.  The handsome stud blushed a deeper shade as he caught people noticing his exposure, but, like his friends, no one reacted the way he knew they should have.  Eyes would linger on his impressive endowment, but other than a smirk, an eye-roll, or a hungry stare, everyone acted as if his dick being on display was entirely normal.

He scoured his memories in search of any clue he’d overlooked, or a sign he’d ignored that should have told him something was about to happen, but found nothing.  One moment they were standing off in a corner of the bar chatting like normal, and the next Adam had felt a rush of air where he shouldn’t have.  It had been an entirely unremarkable Friday night so far, no different than the hundreds they’d spent in a similar manner since beginning the weekend ritual a few years prior in their college days, but then things had taken a drastic turn.

Adam took a deep breath and tried to sound casual.  “This really only my first?  Shit…I must be out of it,” he said, forcing a smile.  “Just ignore me…I’ll get it together.”

The others were clearly dubious.  “Whatever you say, Donk,” Steve shrugged.

“Come on, man…you know how he gets in a crowd.  This many dudes around?  I’m surprised he made it this long.”  The sudden shift in Zack’s tone was matched by Steve’s expression.  The wiry man’s face went from confused, to sympathetic, and then to amused, seemingly leaving Adam as the only one who hadn’t put the pieces together.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Steve nodded.  “I’m surprised the big guy’s still asleep…oh…wait…speak of the devil.”

Adam wanted to crawl under the nearest table and hide as he felt his exposed organ start to ache and twitch, but equally confusing was the sudden source of his arousal.  His stomach started fluttering as he looked back and forth between his friends, and at the myriad men milling around the bar.  Their shape, size or age didn’t seem to matter, as all at once every masculine member of the crowd stood out like a beacon.  For a supposedly straight, smug stud like himself, it was a jarring shift.  The only time Adam ever thought of his friends, or about any other man, was in a competitive sense.  He only ever wondered if his long, lean frame was in better shape, or if his chiseled features looked better, or if there was even a chance that they sported a bigger dick than him.  He knew where his friends stood, knew that Zack’s well-muscled physique sported a short, pudgy member, while Steve’s wiry, bottom-heavy build came equipped with an impressive log, but he’d never actually desired them before.  The only thing he’d ever desired from their cocks was the reassurance that his own was larger, a fact that he frequently pointed out, but which he now openly advertised.  As his fat cock reached full mast Adam felt like he should try and cover himself, but all he could do was look back and forth between the throbbing pole and his amused friends with an awkward grin.

“Yup…there he goes.  His goofy-ass face has ‘the look’ and everything,” Zack sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Think we got time for another drink before we have to get him out of here,” Steve asked.  He headed for the bar when Zack nodded, and Adam was so busy staring at his friend’s plump bubble that he didn’t notice his altered reflection grinning back at him from across the room.

He didn’t even recognize it as his own at first, and he wished he could have felt the horror he knew he should have when he finally did.  Instead of sharp, polished and proportional, his features had become a caricature.  His formerly pointed jaw had widened and dimpled to make room for a mouth that had broadened.  The extra space was apparently necessary to house the oversized teeth he flashed with his lopsided grin, the prominent chompers looming large beneath a nose that had flattened and a hairline that had receded.  On either side of the expansive forehead, Adam’s ears had grown slightly larger and now stood out from his head at a pronounced angle, completing his awkward new appearance.  He wasn’t ugly, not exactly, and he certainly wasn’t handsome, leaving Zack’s earlier description as the only appropriate one.  He looked goofy, now sporting a face that would catch just as much attention as his dangling club.  Adam wished he could hide the garish grin and oversized ears as much as he could his erect member and churning balls, but the addled hunk was having a harder and harder time holding onto that desire.  As he smiled at the buff blonde and drank in the sight of the men around him he felt almost giddy, his cock twitching every time another man so much as looked in his direction.

That smile finally faltered when Steve returned with a trio of beers.  “Here we go, fellas.  Drink up, Donk,” the shorter man said, reaching over and giving Adam’s rear a quick swat.

The sharp, braying laugh that shot out of the altered man on contact distracted him at first from how wrong the sensation had been.  His normally smooth tone had turned into a deep warble, far too loud and far too dissonant.  Equally alarming, though, was the ripple that shot through an ass that should have been pert and perky. Unlike his friends, Adam’s six-foot frame was relatively shapeless.  He was long and lean, shredded and defined, not bulky like Zack or thicc like Steve.  Yet, seemingly out of nowhere, Adam found himself reaching around to grip an ass that felt like someone had shoved a basketball in his straining pants.  The now-ample cheeks were far too large compared to the rest of his frame, looking as awkward as his face and as out of place as his exposed erection.  “What…what the fu-uUUuuUUnnnNHH-ck,” he yelped, the word turning into another braying grunt when a foreign pulse shot through him.

“Dude, you just had to go and get his ass involved,” Zack sighed, tilting his head back and draining his beer in one long gulp.

“I didn’t think it would push him this far over the edge,” Steve retorted, nodding at Adam to drain his beer as well.

“Guys…what…whaa-AAaaUUunNNHhh-t’s…” Adam sputtered, still unable to find the words but now for entirely different reasons.  He chugged his beer as instructed, hoping the alcohol was to blame when he felt a fresh pulse at his exposed loins and watched his cock begin to swell.  The ten-inch girder spasmed, then thickened and lengthened by at least a pair of inches, his balls puffing to match.  Considering the lingering, aching throb, he had a sinking suspicion that the sudden expansion wasn’t over, either.

“It’s okay, Donk…we’re going,” Zack said, jerking his head towards the exit.  “Whooaa, easy, big guy,” he laughed when Adam stumbled after his first step.

The stunned stud was so numb from shock that the sight of his massive feet barely registered.  He knew he should have been a size twelve, but the long, wide paddles attached to his ankles now looked like they belonged to a professional basketball player.  They were at least a size seventeen, and along with his expanded rear they forced his usual saunter into a plodding traipse as he stumbled down the sidewalk behind his friends.  “Holy shit, guys…I’m so…I’m so…” Adam tried not to say it.  He tried to keep his hands from untucking his shirt and groping along his firm abs as he lumbered, and only the other two swatting them away kept him from going to town on a cock that had pushed out to an impossibly wide fourteen inches.  “I’m so ho-OOoouuUUHHhhh-rny,” he brayed.  He was humiliated by his desperate moans, but the deep-seated, primal need outweighed everything else.  It was a base impulse, an animalistic hunger that was taking every ounce of his limited will power to control.

“Your building’s right there, dude,” Steve said, his tone surprisingly gentle, as if he understood that his friend couldn’t help it.  “Just gotta get inside.”

Adam’s now-sixteen inch log, like a third forearm complete with heaping, grapefruit balls, started to ooze as they bobbed and wagged on the way up the stairs to his top-floor apartment, but all that mattered to the frenzied man was his impending freedom.  As soon as they were inside he staggered out of his shoes and tugged his pants down, wiggling his hulking toes and kicking out of the constraining bottoms before tearing out of the equally confining shirt.  Though he’d never been overly shy or modest about his body, a part of Adam felt like he should have been embarrassed at the way he stood naked and hard in front of his friends, especially given his new proportions, but all he felt was joy at his lack of clothing.  “Oh my-YYyyUUuuhhHH-Y god that’s so-OOUUHhhnnHH-oo much bett-uuUUUHHH-er,” he brayed, his head spinning as he dropped to the floor.  “Who’s…who’s up first,” he asked, struggling to even piece the words together.

“Goddamn, Donk!  Right here on the floor,” Zack laughed even as he peeled out of his t-shirt.  The sigh of the blonde’s burly bulk caused Adam to wag his inflated bubble back and forth excitedly, eliciting a fresh round of laughter from the pair.  “You want first,” he asked as Steve slowly popped the buttons of his shirt.

“Nah…you’ve got him all excited.  You can warm him up,” the smaller man said, slipping free of his top.

Adam’s head spun as he tried to process the fact that his friends were talking about who was going to fuck him first, but the conversation brought with it a confusing relief.  As he’d watched his mammoth cock swell beyond the point of usefulness, the altered stud had wondered what would become of his virile sex life, and now he knew.  He’d suspected it the moment Steve had slapped his expanded ass at the bar, and his suspicions were confirmed as he watched Zack shuck his jeans and slowly peel out of his briefs.  As soon as he saw his friend’s stout, twitching pudge he couldn’t stop himself from squirming and braying, the overwhelming need to be mounted forcing him from the driver’s seat as his body took control.

“Geez…you’ve gotta give me a second to get ready, Donk,” Zack chuckled as he lubed himself up and lowered into position.  Adam’s braying grunts grew to a fever pitch as soon as he pushed inside, to the point where he had to clamp a hand over the other man’s widened mouth.  “Neighbors are gonna complain tonight,” he said with a smug grin as he rocked his hips against the penetrated man’s rippling rear.

“It was just that one guy next door, wasn’t it?  Donk always used to say he’d bitch at him every time he hooked up with someone,” Steve nodded, stripping out of his khakis and boxer briefs and slowly working his thick cock to full mast.

“Can’t…really…blame him…with this…kinda…noise…” Zack grunted, his own muscled bubble dimpling as he picked up the speed of his thrusting.  “I mean…it’s…an apartment…not a…barnyard…”   Adam heard it all, but he was too far gone to care.  The neighbor in question had always yelled at him the morning after a hookup, which had been just about every morning for the formerly-handsome hunk, but the man had moved out a few days before.  Adam’s constant stream of partners and endless, eavesdropped bragging through their shared wall about his exploits and endowment had finally been more than his neighbor could bear, which seemed like good timing considering the howling, bestial bottom’s current circumstances.  “Fuck…fuck…here we go…fuuuuuuuunnnhhh…” Zack groaned, his muscled frame tensing as he unleashed a sizable load into his friend.  “All yours,” he panted,

“He’s really goin’ now, isn’t he,” Steve grinned, his own prominent bubble bouncing as he began a staccato series of deep, rapid thrusts that elicited a fresh round of braying from Adam’s uncovered mouth.

“Hold on,” Zack said before his friend could ask, making it clear to the addled Adam that they all had plenty of experience in the impossible circumstance.  The blonde plucked his discarded briefs from the floor and wedged them into the howling hunk’s mouth, only slightly muffling the loud bellowing. “There we go.  This’d be easier if he had some of his own.”

“Dude can’t even…fit it…into pants…” Steve shrugged, reaching around to give the massive organ a few strokes.  “Fuck would he…do with…underwear?”

Adam huffed against the musky briefs in his mouth, his frenzied mind struggling to piece together what he was hearing and remembering.  He knew his friends were right, he’d known it back at the bar when his pants had first altered, that every piece of clothing he owned was now tailored to leave his unique endowment forever on display.  No matter where he was or what he was doing, his fat, mammoth cock and impossible balls would always be out in the open, ready to spring to life at a moment’s notice.

It was a jarring prospect, but Adam was more alarmed by the hazy recollections of an overheard conversation from his former neighbor’s side of the wall.  He couldn’t believe that he’d forgotten in the first place since he was the apparent topic of conversation, and his stomach sank as the memories unfolded.  His neighbor was talking to someone named the Code Breaker, outlining in terrifying detail all of the alterations he’d experienced that evening.  Since he was so proud of his donkey dick, the man had said, it was only fitting that he embody the role.  And since he loved ceaselessly rutting like an animal, he could play the part of a horny beast as well.  It would make his life easier, the man had laughed, since Adam wouldn’t have to boast about anything if he simply looked and acted like his animalistic avatar to begin with.

Adam wanted to be horrified, but already the memory was sinking away as quickly as it had surfaced.  Instead, all he could really focus on was the agonizingly slow manner in which the pressure built at his core.  He felt himself fully slipping into the role his neighbor described, a hung, horny animal controlled by the oversized organ he was forever forced to show off.  The heaping piston now reached all the way to the floor, leaving an oozing trail as the bulbous head slid against the smooth wood, taking far more effort to be pushed over the edge.  It was quicker than ever to arouse, to shatter Adam’s now-tenuous hold on his threadbare self control and drive him into his desperate, frenzied state, but once there it was a marathon, not a sprint, to completion.

Fortunately, his friends were up to the task.  As Steve erupted inside him, adding his juices to Zack’s earlier deposit, the buff blonde was already prepped for round two.

The muscled stud gave Steve’s plump rear a swat as the other man stood, not missing a beat as he thrust back inside the bucking brunette.  “Once we wear Donk out, you wanna head back to the bar,” he asked, steadily building up steam.

Steve shrugged.  “I mean…it’s not like we’re gonna find better pussy, and I’m sure he’s got some beer in his fridge.  I’m good with taking our time and kickin’ it here.”

Zack nodded, reaching around to give Adam’s impossible balls a squeeze.  “Hear that, Donk?  Guess it’s your lucky night.”