From the Archives- Fir Hollow: In The Orchard (Patreon)

“Why do you always have to get us kicked out,” Devon grumbled.  The lanky blonde glared at the back of Colby’s skull as they walked, his long arms folded defiantly.  “Unlimited booze and literally dozens of hot drunk girls, but you still just haaaad to fuck it up.”

“Get fucked, bro,” Colby spat.  “I didn’t hear you complaining about anything until AFTER we got caught, so don’t try and pin this all on me.”  The shorter brunette spun and returned Devon’s glare, puffing his prominent pecs out in the process.  The two couldn’t have been a more mismatched pair.  Colby, with his broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and furry chest hanging out of his loose tank-top, had to crane his neck to meet the lean blonde’s stern gaze.  It wasn’t that the athletic brunette was short, but that, at a towering 6’5”, Devon was taller than most.  The blonde’s toned arms looked longer than ever hanging out of the fitted, short-sleeve button down that accentuated the tightness of his torso, while his protracted legs pulled off a similar feat as they jutted out of his khaki shorts.  Next to Colby’s perky bubble, muscled thighs and tapering upper body he looked stretched like taffy by comparison.  Their handsome features continued the theme; Colby with a wide, lantern jaw that matched his plump lips and modest nose, while Devon sported a sharp, long face offset by razor cheekbones and a thin mouth.

“Would you two just kiss and make up already,” Chase sighed.  The broad, heavyset man brought up the rear, walking at a distance behind his friends so as to not get sucked into the argument.  He’d hoped it would have fizzled by now, but the two were in a mood.  “It was boring up there anyway.”

“Easy for you to say.  I bet we could’ve gotten even you laid up there tonight,” Colby said, looking his burly friend up and down.  Chase was the thickest of the bunch, with a body that was nearly as wide as it was tall, and while the rugged build made him great at clearing a path through a crowded football field, it wasn’t nearly as successful at drawing in women the way his two friends could.  His full, blunted features and thinning, auburn hair didn’t help either, but normally there was enough remaining interest surrounding the handsome pair to spill over in his direction.  His beefy build cut an impressive figure as it strained against his thin grey t-shirt and chino shorts, though it lacked the refined details possessed by most of the crowd at Crooked Ridge that evening.

The orchard-slash-vineyard was one of the trendier spots in town, nestled, as the name implied, on a winding ridge that jutted out of the mountain, with sweeping views of the picturesque valley on either side.  All of their wines and ciders were made in-house from fruit grown on the property, and they regularly hosted outdoor concerts and sunset tastings that made them a hit with both the younger Fir Hollow crowd and tourists alike.  On this particular evening the trio had put on their best, at least by the standards of early-twenties bachelors, and made the trip up from town to attend the release party for Crooked Ridge’s fall ciders.  The plan had been to enjoy a warm, August evening and take in the scenery, either of the dusk-shadowed orchards or of the many young women who would undoubtedly be present.

Things had been going according to plan until Colby took a wrong turn amongst the trees.  The brown-haired hunk had been eyeing a curvy blonde all night, and when she and her friends decided to take a walk through the apple trees he’d grabbed Devon and Chase and pulled them along with him as he followed.  If they’d been quicker, or if the sun had been higher, they might have found their quarry, but as it was, the long, evening shadows and meandering paths formed an insurmountable barrier.  Instead of the women they sought, all the trio found was a series of dead ends in the labyrinthine orchard until they eventually came across a sign that read “Restricted Area.  Staff Only.”

All they could see on the other side of the sign were more apple trees, and If they’d been there earlier in the day they likely wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but as they turned to leave and continue their quest for the elusive young women Colby stopped them.  In the fading light, the fruit on the restricted trees seemed to have a faint glow to it.  Instead of the dark, dull orbs on the branches above them, the forbidden apples hung like dew drops, glistening in the dusk.  From a distance they appeared to be made of crystal, but a closer inspection revealed them to be fruit like all the rest, though they bore skin of a much more ornate design.  While the exteriors of the mundane crop had the standard blends of reds, yellows, pinks and greens, the glimmering fruit was coated in patterns that bordered on geometric.  Coupled with the heady, floral scent and the steady hum of awakening nocturnal insects, it was disorienting.  They’d only had a few glasses of wine each but they felt drunk and dizzy, like they were floating above the surrounding valley as they looked down upon it.  For an instant, the sensation bordered on euphoric.  The girls were forgotten, as were most of their concerns, replaced by a contented body buzz that left them in a daze.

Until the old man showed up and started yelling.  He’d appeared seemingly out of thin air, stepping from a pool of shadow behind one of the trees and quickly ushering the three of them out of the restricted area.  He was wrinkled and thin but surprisingly forceful as he led the trio back to the entrance, thrust their gift bags into their hands, and told them in no uncertain terms to leave.  It had all happened so fast, his presence so confusingly imposing despite his bent, spindly stature, that it never occurred to any of them to protest, argue, or at the very least apologize.  Instead they climbed into Devon’s car in shocked silence and drove off, making it several miles before the arguing started.

In an effort to change the subject Chase had suggested they spend the rest of the night at Graves Hill since they were in the area.  The secluded patch of forest had a similar view to that of Crooked Ridge, and the gift bag that came with their tickets had left each of them with a six-pack of cider, so it was basically the same, he’d said.  His friends had agreed, but they’d continued to snipe at each other about the lack of eligible women and who was at fault for the rest of the drive and all the way up the trail to the overlook.

“I’m just sayin’, your dick is always getting us into trouble,” Devon said as he sat on one end of the fallen tree and cracked open a can of cider.  “You couldn’t have waited for that chick to show back up at the bar?”

Colby took up the other end, his arms flexing as he leaned forward and rested them on his thighs.  “You wouldn’t be pissed at me if you were getting a blow job under one of those trees right now.”

“Right about that,” Devon laughed.  He shook his head and took a deep breath, finally dropping the fight.  Colby seemed equally happy to let things go, and there was a period of silence as the group sipped from their cans and looked out at the foggy valley below, the lights of Fir Hollow glowing in the distance, while clusters of stars winked to life in the darkness above.

“At least it wasn’t a total loss,” Chase said after a few minutes.  The brawny hulk had remained on his feet behind the log, and he reached down between his friends to show the trio of apples clutched in his meaty paw.  Now that they’d been separated from the tree they were no longer lit from within, but the intricate patterns were still just as impressive.  “Old timer was so busy yelling at you two that he didn’t notice me snagging these on the way out.”

“Look at you,” Colby said with an impressed laugh.  “Well done, big guy.”

“There were just lights in the trees, right?  They weren’t really…” Devon trailed off, running one of his big hands awkwardly through his short blonde hair.

“Apples don’t glow, bro,” Colby laughed, sounding unconvinced even as he said it.  “These’re probably what they sell to the fancy organic grocery stores.  I bet they have ‘em lit like that for when they tour the rich folks through.”

Chase nodded.  “Yeah...I can’t find any of them on the pamphlet that was in the bag.  I’ve been trying to figure it out while you ladies have been bitching at each other, but none of them look like this.  I think I finally got it.  Some are close, but not exact.”

Devon grabbed the one closest to him and held it up.  The apple sat thick and round between his long fingers, with a surprisingly prickly coating, like a kiwi.  “What’s this one?”

“Jazz, I think.  According to the brochure it’s ‘dense and fruity.”  Good for baking, apparently” Chase added quickly, shooting Colby a dirty look before the other man could make a joke and start another fight.  The handsome brunette grinned but kept his mouth shut as he took the apple facing him.  “I think that one’s a Honeycrisp?  Says it’s ‘light and sweet’ and should be perfect for your drunk ass since it's what they make most of their ciders from.”   He gave the remaining apple a light toss as he righted himself.  “This one should be an Envy?  ‘Well rounded and everyone’s favorite.’  Good for a snack,” he read before tossing the brochure back into the bag.  He held his apple out towards the other two and raised it in a toast.  “Cheers.”

There was another pause in the conversation as his friends held up their apples and each took a bite.  The quiet evening was punctuated by a series of loud crunches while the trio devoured the purloined fruit, not stopping until all that remained were thin cores.  They looked at each other with surprised expressions, a familiar sense of euphoria bleeding in at the edges of their awareness.

“Holy shit,” Devon finally said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  “No wonder they don’t want anyone fucking with these.”

Colby nodded.  “Yeah, definitely for the rich folks.  Fuck, man...never tasted anything like it.”

“Should’ve grabbed more,” Chase sighed, looking disappointed as he sucked the last bit of flesh from the tough center.  “Now we know why that place is so popular.”

“They probably won’t remember us, right?  It’s not like they took our picture or anything.  We can always go back for mooOOHH…!”  Devon was cut off by a sudden spasm.  The towering blonde blinked and shook his head, clutching the fallen tree for support, but before either of his friends could react he saw a similar shudder run through them as well.  “Do...do you guys feel funny?”

Colby nodded quickly, his eyes wide.  “Uh...maybe we shouldn’t have eaten those after all?  What if they were just for decoration or some shit?”

“Who would grow apples for decoration,” Chase asked, his brawny frame pale and trembling.  “They were probably...probably…” he trailed off, his jaw dropping as he looked at Devon.  The tropical-print button down that, until recently, had accentuated the blonde’s defined frame now bulged against a widening midsection.  “Du...dude...your...your shirt…”

“What?  What about myYYIIIIEEE!”  The lanky man broke off in a yelp as his body began to expand in earnest.  Devon staggered upright as, one-by-one, the buttons of his increasingly small shirt popped off when his ripped abs ballooned outwards.  This was followed by a loud tearing sound as both sleeves, along with the back of the shirt, gave way against the tide of flesh consuming the blonde’s formerly lean body.  The growth was incessant, with bulky muscle piling on top of bulky muscle until Devon’s slender neck was nowhere in sight.  Now, his rounded, filled-out face seemed to sit squarely on top of the plump pecs that rested against his beach-ball muscle gut, while girder-like arms hung at an exaggerated angle from his widened sides.  The tight shorts clinging to his long legs fared no better as toned thighs became thick trunks and his relatively flat rear expanded into a matched set of gravity-defying mountains.  His formerly lengthy cock, now a short, wide club with a set of appropriately chunky bull balls, sprung to attention when the tattered remains of his shorts and boxer-briefs fell away.  Before Devon could wrap his head around the impossible changes a layer of golden hair began to sprout, spreading out from the center of his juicy muscle-tits until his formerly smooth skin was coated from head-to-toe.

He looked up to his friends for help, but it was clear none would be coming.  As he watched, Colby seemed to wither on the log.  He watched his friend’s broad shoulders pull inward, the attached, athletic arms losing size and definition while the brunette’s once-chiseled pecs flattened.  In a reverse of Devon’s experience, Colby’s wide, muscled quad’s pulled away from each other, now looking small as they stuck out of shorts that had gone from tight and straining to loose and baggy.  The former hunk looked dazed as his face underwent a similar transition, his wide-jaw pulling inward while his lips plumped and his nose shrank to a small button, while his cheeks lost their carefully maintained coating of stubble.  It was a preview of what was to come for the rest of Colby’s softened frame as the hair that tufted out of the tank-top and flowed along his shrunken arms receded until all that remained was the short mop of chocolate hair on his scalp.  The now-twinkish waif tried to stand but only succeeded in stumbling forward onto his hands and knees when his shorts and boxers landed in a heap at his ankles.  This gave the others a glimpse of his now-supple thighs, the softened, jiggling pillows that had replaced his muscled bubble, and of the rigid, petite little cock that had replaced his girthy equipment.

While he watched Colby dwindle on one side of the log, Devon feared that Chase was undergoing a similar transformation.  The brawny giant seemed smaller than he had just moments before, but it quickly became apparent that he wasn’t shrinking like Colby.  What the once-bulky hulk lost in overall mass, he regained in precision-sculpted definition.  His face had already thinned, now sporting a distinguished nose, plump lips, and a perfectly symmetrical set of chiseled cheekbones beneath a full head of auburn hair.  His now-stunning features were capped off with the kind of lantern jaw Colby had recently lost, a perfect complement to the sculpted pecs that strained against the thin t-shirt.  The muscled mounds had inflated while Chase’s midsection had pulled inward, leaving the shirt hanging loose over his stomach even as it threatened to tear around his chest, shoulders, and granite biceps.  Like Colby, Chase’s shorts now sagged and hung loose around his tapering midsection, but the overly perky cheeks of his solid bubble held them in place.  Even with the bottoms still intact, Devon could see the outline of a massive, rapidly-hardening cock underneath, a sight that confusingly made his mouth water.

It felt like hours before one of them spoke.  “Guys...what...what just happened…” Colby said as he staggered upright, his once smooth tenor now high and light.  He giggled when he looked over at Devon, seemingly oblivious to his own alterations.  “Whoa!  Bro...you’re...you’re huge!”  He absently kicked out of his oversized shoes and shorts, staggering over to run his slender fingers through the soft carpet coating the giant’s new bulk.  “This is a good look for you,” Colby said, his fingers circling the taller man’s enlarged nipples.

Devon gasped and shivered, his fattened log surging at his friend’s touch.  He didn’t know why or how, but he’d never been more aroused by anything than the other two in his entire life.  He had to fight to maintain his focus, and even then he still clamped onto Colby’s softened cheeks.  The former jock hadn’t lost any height, but he seemed tiny nestled in Devon’s meaty new embrace.  “Dude...something happened...look...look at yourself!”

“I’d rather look at you,” Colby giggled again, reaching down to wrap a hand around Devon’s aching log.  Whether it was because he realized his hand was so small it couldn’t close all the way, or the mere fact that he had another man’s dick in his hand, something jarred the brunette at least partially back to his senses.  “Oh...oh god...am I…” he looked down at his curvy new body, complete with a pitifully small package, and back up at Devon with a stunned expression.  “Dude...Dev...I can’t…” he trailed off and shook his head.  “I feel funny...like I’m drunk?  I...I only had the one cider.  How am I wasted?  What...what’s happening to us…” he asked with a dazed giggle.  Instead of pulling away he leaned into the mountain of furry flesh as he looked over at Chase.  “Oh my god!”

“I know, right,” Chase laughed, lifting the bottom of his shirt by running a hand up his recently acquired washboard.  This exposed the crimson patch that was the top of his briefs as his shorts hung low off a trim hip, showing off just how tight and shredded his body had become.  He kept lifting when the shirt reached his perfect new pecs, casually peeling it off and breaking into a double bicep pose.  There wasn’t an ounce of fat or a muscle out of place on his shredded, Adonis-like physique, a fact that he seemed well aware of.  “Look at this shit!  I’m fuckin’ hot,” he laughed, breaking off the pose to run his hands along his gorgeous new face.

“Hell yeah you are,” Devon spat.  The words came out before he even realized what he was saying, his cock oozing against Colby’s softened stomach.

“You want to see the rest?”  Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Chase hooked his thumbs into his briefs and pushed them down, taking the baggy shorts with them.  A long, thick cock that was just as perfect as the rest of him sprung free and wagged when he kicked out of the discarded bottoms.  He beamed instead of looking embarrassed while his friends gawked at him, displaying none of the shock that any of them should have been.  He cocked his head and grinned, tugging on his inflated organ as he looked at the other two.  “I can see why they said that apple was good for baking...looks like you got some cake back there,” he grinned, nodding at Devon’s ample rear.

Instead of protesting or asking any of the countless questions running through his frantic mind the now-brawny blonde simply smiled back.  “Why don’t you come over here and taste it?”

“Okay!”  Displaying the same eagerness with which he’d stripped, Chase darted over, dropped to his knees, and buried his beautiful face deep between his taller friend’s ballooning bottom.  Devon was desperately trying to understand what happened as he held Colby against him and writhed under the kneeling stud’s ravenous tongue, but it wasn’t until Chase spoke again that it all became horrifyingly clear.

“MMmmm...dense and fruity, just like the brochure said,” he purred before going in for more.

Devon groaned as realization dawned.  He’d certainly become dense, and “fruity” was a crude way to describe the overwhelming urges coursing through him, just as Colby had become light and sweet, appearing to be stuck in a state of pleasant intoxication, while Chase was definitely well rounded and seemed all too happy to be a snack for whoever wanted him.  “Oh...oh god...guys we...weeeeuunnnhhh…”

He didn’t get a chance to finish.  Colby’s lips found their way to one of his nipples, pushing Devon over the edge even as Chase’s tongue was replaced by a pair of fingers.  Before he knew it all of them were on the ground, with Chase’s luscious cock hammering into his now-hairy cheeks while he swallowed the entirety of Colby’s tiny organ.  He didn’t know what any of it meant for their future or how any of it was even possible in the first place, only that his head was spinning more and more as his body pushed into overdrive.  But before the lust fully overtook him he heard a hoarse, familiar voice, and out of the corner of his eye saw the old man from the orchard, speaking into his phone.

“Yep, looks like they’re finally ripe.  You see the pictures I just sent?  Should be a hell of a crop this year.”  The man smiled and nodded encouragingly when he saw Devon’s eyes flit in his direction, continuing his conversation.  “The three guys?  Nah, they’ll be fine.  Each of ‘em ate a whole apple, so you know how that goes.  Big guy still seems a little freaked out, but that’s just on account’a his size.  Few minutes from now he’ll be just as happy as his friends.  Forever,” the man said, more to Devon than whoever he spoke to on the other end of the phone.  “I’ll bring ‘em back with me and we can use ‘em around the farm.  They’ll be perfect for ‘private’ events.  Might be a minute, though.  Looks like they got a lot’a energy to burn through first.”

Devon wasn’t listening anymore.  He’d been worried about something, and he felt like he still should be, but all he could focus on at the moment was Colby’s little cock rolling against his tongue while Chase’s massive member lit him up from within.  The way the lithe twink’s body squished against his stubby hands felt wrong, as did the way his own hairy frame rubbed constantly together, but he couldn’t find anything to complain about when it came to the way Chase rolled his hips.  A few moments later even those concerns were gone, and when Colby’s tiny rod exploded in his mouth, all Devon could think was how sweet it tasted.