Crack the Code, ch. 18: Fresh Start (Patreon)

“Tony…how many times do we have to talk about these weeds?  This is entirely out of hand!  Your lawn is more dandelion than grass at this point, and I’m tired of it spreading…onto…my…”

Tony grinned and cocked his head when his neighbor trailed off, doing his best not to react further as Bill’s tight navy polo suddenly turned into a grimy, yellowed undershirt.  The thin, sleeveless tank-top had clearly been white at one point, but now it was sweat stained and mottled with both age and an apparent lack of care.  The ribbed fabric did serve to emphasize Bill’s impressively defined, smooth torso as it clung to the lean muscle, outlining his sculpted pecs and showing off his tapering waist, but Tony knew the other man would have been mortified had he been fully aware of what was happening.  “Everything okay,” he finally asked the dazed brunette, letting his eyes linger as they slowly traveled along Bill’s exposed arms and down to the waist of the other man’s khaki shorts.  There was a marked contrast between the immaculate bottoms and the dingy shirt that was tucked into them, a situation that would soon remedy itself.

Bill looked down at the filthy shirt with an expression that wavered between confusion and disgust, confirming Tony’s suspicion that the fastidious stud normally had nothing like it in his wardrobe.  “I…no…” Bill stammered, opening and closing his mouth several times without speaking in the process.  “...the…the weeds are…out of control…” he said, placing the emphasis on the final part of his sentence.  It was as if his mouth knew what his brain didn’t, that something impossible was occurring.

For his part, Tony enjoyed watching the other man squirm.  He’d never considered his neighbor an enemy, not exactly, though he doubted that sentiment was reciprocated.  In all their years of living next to each other, despite being a pair of youngish single men in a suburban sea of middle-aged spouses, he only ever interacted with the other man when Bill was yelling at him.  His lawn was too unkempt.  He’d left his trash cans on the curb too long.  He’d made too much noise the night before when he’d had friends over for a bonfire.  Seemingly anything could set the uptight brunette off, and nothing could ever meet his standards.

It didn’t make sense to Tony.  By any objective definition, Bill was strikingly handsome.  He stood slightly taller than average, with a thick head of wavy, coffee-colored hair capping a face framed by sharp cheekbones and offset by a distinguished nose, plump lips, and a strong jaw.  His now-bare shoulders were broad, his arms strong on either side of the prominent pecs that hung above his tight, firm waist, while his lower half sported a perky set of cheeks along with his toned thighs and rocky calves.  Just under thirty years old, Bill was fit and pretty, maintaining an appearance that was as manicured as his perfect lawn.  Tony had never once seen his neighbor in anything close to a disheveled state, and while he had no problem checking the mail in his underwear or working outside in nothing but a pair of running shorts himself, Bill was always immaculately dressed.  The uptight hunk wouldn’t even mow his lawn in anything less than chinos and a button-down.  And although Tony enjoyed the view of his neighbor's perky bubble straining against his tight pants while the other man knelt on the lawn with a pair of scissors to catch any errant blades of grass the mower had missed, it had started to grow tiresome.

At first, Tony had been amused by their interactions.  He’d always taken the lectures as an opportunity to check Bill out and to flirt with the other man, either as a genuine display of interest or simply because he knew it flustered his neighbor.  To his credit, Bill wasn’t a homophobe; he was simply a bit of an asshole.  Or, as Tony had long suspected, simply miserable.

In the almost five years that they’d lived next to each other, Tony had never seen anyone resembling a romantic partner, man, woman, or otherwise, leave Bill’s house.  Nor did his neighbor ever seem to go out, other than to the gym or to run errands.  Even his platonic socializing was kept to a minimum, with Tony being able to count on one hand the number of visitors his neighbor had hosted in the last six months.

And it wasn’t that Tony was spying or keeping tabs on the other man, but since he worked from home as a consultant he couldn’t help but notice what did or, more precisely, didn’t, happen at his neighbor’s.  He’d tried over and over to extend the hand of friendship.  He’d invited Bill over for dinner, and to join in the cookouts and bonfires he hosted, or to simply sit on the deck and drink a beer, but the anxious Adonis always refused.  Tony had the impression that the other man actually wanted to take him up on his various offers, but, for whatever reason, he seemed stuck in his oversized house all by himself.

Tony didn’t even know what Bill did to afford the place.  Their neighborhood wasn’t cheap, and while he’d lucked into his own wealth by selling a start-up post college, the source of his neighbor’s income was unclear.  He’d fantasized about an OnlyFriends, that Bill was a secret freak on the internet whose videos he could stumble across if he looked hard enough, but, at present, his searching had been in vain.

It had, however, led him to the Code Breaker.  Fantasies aside, Tony never really expected to find videos of his neighbor anywhere on the internet, but in a moment of indulgence he’d been searching forum posts for strategies on ways to find said videos should they exist.  In doing so, he’d come across a posting talking about how, if you couldn’t find what you were looking for, you could always have someone make it.  There was a person who could “write it into the code,” the poster had said, finishing their ambiguous message with an email address.

Despite it being the exact opposite of his normal behavior, Tony decided to reach out.  He told himself his fantasies were actually rooted in a desire to help Bill, not out of any purely selfish lust on his part.  The other man was obviously lonely, obviously unhappy, and if he could do something to help bring Bill out of his shell, he needed to at least try.  And when it became clear that the Code Breaker was the real deal, that the mysterious miracle man actually could do the things he promised, Tony let the fantasy go.  He wasn’t about to force his neighbor into the life of a horny, airhead cam-boy because the uptight jerk yelled at him all the time.  He just wanted Bill to chill out a little.  He wanted a neighbor that could be his friend, a drinking buddy, and if they just so happened to fool around at the same time he wouldn’t complain about that either.  Tony didn’t even specify how Bill should end up, but instead asked that the Code Breaker unlock whatever version of the other man lurked in his neighbor’s hidden desires.  He wanted Bill to become his best, happiest self, even if that meant calling forth an aspect that the primped pretty-boy would have found consciously repellant.

So when Bill’s perfectly ironed polo turned into an unkempt undershirt, Tony could already guess where things were headed.  Even as he watched Bill try to continue lecturing him about his lawn, wispy brown sprouts were starting to spread across the exposed top of his neighbor’s chest, flowing up along the broad shoulders before spilling down the defined arms.  Along with the follicular frenzy, a slight, sweaty sheen started to form on the once-smooth skin, making it obvious that the ample stains on Bill’s shirt weren’t merely decoration

“They’re just weeds, man,” Tony interrupted, clapping his neighbor on the shoulder.  “I cut ‘em down, they grow back. I cut ‘em down again, they come back again.  There’s only so much I can do about it,” he shrugged.  “I even did what you asked and sprayed ‘em with weed killer, but I guess it hasn’t kicked in yet.”  Tony’s heart raced as he watched Bill’s eyes increasingly linger on his own athletic frame.  The sandy-haired man wasn’t anywhere near his neighbor’s level of pectoral precision, though he put in an above-average amount of effort in maintaining a fit, firm frame.  He wasn’t a walking roadmap of definition or a muscled meathead, but Tony also didn’t hesitate to pop his shirt off or strip down when the situation called for it.  He had a cute face, a nice body, and a serviceable bulge, more than enough for a laidback reformed tech-bro like himself.

And, as was becoming increasingly apparent, it was more than enough for Bill, too.  “I…I…” the flustered brunette paused and let out a long, low sigh, his shoulders slumping as he shook his head.  “Aw, hell.  You didn’t really have to go and do all that,” he said, the shift in his vernacular seeming to catch himself by just as much surprise as it did Tony.  “Bein’ kind of a dick, wasn’t I?”

Tony’s stomach fluttered at the sight of Bill’s awkward grin, possibly the first time he’d ever seen the other man smile.  “I mean…I wasn’t gonna say it.”  The inaugural grin was joined by a loud laugh and the appearance of Bill’s hand on his back as his neighbor officially stepped closer than he ever had before.

“Guess I deserve that,” Bill said, his expression genuinely remorseful.  If he was at all aware of the thickening hair spreading across his body it didn’t show, nor did his suddenly friendly demeanor change when things took an even more drastic turn.  While one of Bill’s hands patted Tony on the back, the other reached up to absently wipe at the sweat on his brow, taking the majority of his chocolate coif with it.  The hair didn’t fall away but simply vanished as if the other man’s hand had been an eraser, leaving a broad swath of bald scalp to shine in the afternoon sun.  Instead of panicking, Bill’s smile remained as he gently guided Tony along towards his deck.  “How ‘bout I make it up to you?  Still wanna get that drink?  Beer’s on me.”

“No need to apologize, but I’ll never turn down free beer,” Tony said, fighting back a whimper at the sight of Bill’s bald head and furry frame.  He eagerly let himself be pushed across the yard to his neighbor’s house, doing a double take when he saw Bill’s hand fumbling with the fly of his shorts.  The other man absently rubbed at his now-hairy abs while they walked, his fingers eventually popping the fly.

“Hot as balls out here today,” Bill chuckled, his eyes going wide for only a moment when he heard himself.  “Maybe it’s just me…fuckin’ sweat like a pig, let me tell ya.”  Tony had just stepped into the other man’s house as he spoke, giving him only a glimpse of the previously immaculate interior before the changes began.  The smell hit him first, a musky wave that replaced the formerly fresh atmosphere.  It wasn’t rank or unpleasant, merely pungent, like the men’s floor when he’d lived in the dorms during college.  “We’re not fancy over here, so make yourself at home,” Bill grunted, casually shucking his shorts as if they were old friends.

Tony didn’t know what to look at first, the firm cheeks filling out the black boxer briefs, the layer of hair coating the toned thighs, or the impressively girthy package filling out the front.  Fortunately, it became largely a moot point moments later when, as with his polo, Bill’s modest underwear shrank to a pair of weathered white briefs that matched his new shirt.  They left much less to the imagination, though Bill appeared entirely unbothered as he sauntered into a kitchen that changed around him.  Like hot pavement in the summer, the air itself seemed to ripple and distort as uncluttered countertops filled with dirty dishes, junk mail, empty food cartons, and piles of recycling that hadn’t made its way to the bin.  Tony’s earlier comparison to the dorms became more apt by the moment as dirty laundry began to pepper the surroundings and a general state of disarray turned the once-spotless home into an oversized bachelor pad.

“Nice place,” the dazed blonde said, his head spinning despite being the only one who actually knew what was happening.

Bill gave a short laugh.  “Pardon the mess,” he shrugged, his perky cheeks flexing as he opened the fridge and bent for a low shelf.  Tony watched the food inside shift to match the altered exterior, with fresh produce turning into takeout containers and a pizza box, and cheap beer replacing the bottles of water.

But the real surprise came when Bill turned back around, displaying the burgeoning belly that had begun to push the bottom of his tight shirt up.  A patch of hairy flesh now stood exposed where his abs should have been, and the growth was spreading.  As Tony gawked, the formerly sculpted man’s body began to bloat, the shredded definition vanishing beneath a wave of beefy bulk.  Cannonball shoulders, piston arms, meaty pecs, muscle gut; Bill’s hairy frame inflated like a balloon, his legs becoming tree trunks while his now-ample rear and even heftier package threatened to tear out of the straining briefs at any moment.  Even his face had filled out, losing some of the sharp edges but none of the overall handsomeness as he held out a can.

“My turn,” he laughed, his voice seeming to have filled out with the rest of his body as he cocked his head and looked at the stunned blonde.  “You okay?”

Tony shook his head and blushed, blinking rapidly.  “Sorry…just spaced out for a minute there,” he said, his hand shaking as he cracked open the can.

“Maybe you overheated too,” Bill grunted, draining his beer in one long pull before letting out an echoing belch.  He crushed the can in a now-meaty hand and tossed it aside, stepping forward to grab the bottom of Tony’s t-shirt.  “Should probably cool down,” he said, a statement, not a question, as he began to lift it free.

Too shocked to do anything else, Tony raised his arms and let Bill pull the shirt away.  He’d felt like he was the one in control when their encounter began, but now he felt anything but as he squirmed under the now-bigger man’s hungry gaze.  “Oh!  Uh…okay…” he laughed when Bill’s hands immediately dropped to his waist, tearing open his pants and sending them to his ankles.  There was a moment of silence as Tony stood in nothing but his own twitching briefs, entirely overwhelmed by the balding, hairy, musky mountain his neighbor had become.

“Ya know…I kinda hoped you’d pick up on it by now,” Bill said, his voice a low purr as he slipped a hand into the front of the blonde’s briefs and began kneading the hardening rod inside.  “All that yellin’ I did about yard work…it’s ‘cause I like to watch you do it.”  His hands shifted around to give Tony’s firm cheeks a squeeze before he pulled the blonde’s underwear down, letting the thick, short cock spring free.  “You’re cute as hell in those little shorts you wear…still, probably better if I’d just been more direct,” he rumbled, dropping to his knees.

Tony groaned as Bill swallowed him, his hands stroking through the hair on the kneeling man’s broadened shoulders.  The sight of the bald head bobbing back and forth nearly made him cum on its own, but he didn’t want things to end any time soon.  Tony tugged on Bill’s shirt, desperate to get an unobstructed look at the burly man’s furry new bulk, but instead of pulling it free the hairy hulk tore it away as if it were tissue paper, a feat of strength he repeated with his tented briefs.  “Im…impressive…” Tony sputtered, unsure whether he was talking about the primal display or the fat log that loomed between the other man’s meaty thighs.

“Ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Bill grinned.  “You want the real thing?”

Tony had barely finished nodding when the room spun around him.  In a flash, Bill hooked his arms behind his knees and brought him to the ground in a controlled tumble, gently but firmly manhandling him as easily as he had his discarded clothing.  Before he could even fully process what was happening, Tony’s legs were on the brawny bear’s shoulders while the other man’s lubed girder pushed its way inside.  The blonde arched his back and howled, his whole body feeling like it was melting against the waves of bliss that began washing over him when Bill rolled his hips.

None of Tony’s fantasies had involved him getting his brains fucked out by a hairy, musky Bill Bear on a dirty kitchen floor, but the reality was infinitely better than anything his own meager imagination could have come up with.  As he writhed and squirmed under his neighbor’s warm, hungry grin, the penetrated blonde was more grateful than ever that he’d asked the Code Breaker to let the inner Bill rise to the surface.  Though he was significantly larger, this version of his neighbor seemed positively weightless, making the laidback blonde seem like the uptight one by comparison.  They’d technically just met, but Tony could already tell that he and his new neighbor were going to get along just fine.

As if reading the blonde’s thoughts, Bill echoed the sentiment.  “Occurs to me that we’re gettin’ a fresh start,” he said, toying with Tony’s nipples between thrusts.  “Let me introduce myself…name’s Bill, but friends call me Bull, for obvious reasons,” he grinned, nearly lifting Tony off the floor with a deep thrust.

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Voting Options

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Option 1: A hunky professor who sleeps with his students and then fails them uses his improved, exposed body to give out extra credit. (muscle growth, cock growth, butt growth, stripped)

Option 2: After getting stepped on for a promotion and being forced to hear about his rival’s fancy car collection, a man turns his coworker into a himbo greaser.  (muscle growth, himbo, greaser)

Option 3: A pair of insufferable jocks who constantly lord their physiques over their friends are cut in half, with the excess mass being distributed amongst the group. (shrinking, muscle growth)

Option 4: A man who’s always getting kicked out of strip clubs for being too handsy finds himself putting on a show. (pecs, cock growth, butt growth, dancer)