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Paul took a small swig from his water bottle before wiping the sweat from his brow.  The light dusting of copper hair on his bare chest was slick and glistening, the beads of water accentuating the definition on his athletic torso.  He looked around at the picturesque forest surrounding them, the rocky foothills buzzing with all manner of birds, insects, and small mammals in the fading, late afternoon sun.  The mid-summer foliage was thick and dense, more so than it would have been had they stuck to the main trail.  But Corey had other plans.  His sandy-haired friend had insisted on taking an offshoot, claiming that it had the best views and the best shelter on the entire mountain.  It was also a shortcut, Corey said, which would give them an extra day in town when they reached their waypoint.  And after nearly a week of hiking, both young men were ready for electricity, modern plumbing, and food they didn’t have to cook themselves over a fire.  “And you’re sure we can’t get in trouble for hiking a closed trail,” Paul asked again, wiping the sweat from his palms on his small nylon hiking shorts.

“I mean, if someone caught us, maybe,” Corey shrugged, the large pack shifting on his broad, bare back in the process.  “But we haven’t seen anyone all day, and no one was around when we branched off, so chill.  Worst we’d get is a ticket, anyway.  Trust me…when you see this shelter it’ll be worth it.”

“If it’s still even there,” Paul countered.  “Might be why they closed the trail.”

“Maybe.  And if it’s not, we’ll camp just like we’ve been doing.  But if it is,” Corey whistled, his thick arm flexing when he ran a hand through his sweaty mop, “just you wait.  It’s got a well connected to a spring, so there’s a basin where we can wash these nasty clothes instead of fucking with that wash bag, plus water we can drink.  And we won’t have to sleep in that muggy-ass tent, either.  Aaaaaand…the best part is the shower, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“Shower would be nice,” Paul nodded.  “The tent’s getting a little…ripe.”

“Better yet, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves, too.  Back in the day it used to be popping since it was one of the few shelters that had anything like it, but now…she’s all ours,” Corey grinned.  The stocky blonde reached over and gave his leaner friend a swat on the rear, winking.  “It can be our honeymoon suite.”

“Bro, I’m gonna need more than five days before I get that desperate,” the copper-haired man laughed, despite feeling a minor thrill shoot through him.  He and Corey both largely identified as straight, but being virile, athletic young men in their mid-twenties, sometimes things just happened.  They’d grown up sharing locker rooms during their youth, only to now share a small tent together for weeks on end during the summers.  And after so much time spent in the wilderness, taxing their bodies and exposing their flesh to both nature and each other, boundaries tended to blur.  Historically this manifested in some awkward, mutual jerk sessions, along with the occasional blowjob, but usually it took until the second or third week before they were worked up enough to get past the ingrained social stigma.  This time, though, Corey had been hinting at it almost from the outset.

“You say that now,” the blonde chided.  “Let’s see how you feel when we’re freshly showered and sitting around a fire in our own private shelter.”

“Do we know why they closed it,” Paul asked, changing the subject.  “Seems like a weird choice if it was so popular.”

Corey shook his head.  “No clue.  They’re always doing ‘forest restoration’ or whatever out here, though.  Probably something like that.  I mean, there were a bunch of stories about people going missing and devil-worshiping cults and stuff, but you know how it goes.”  He took several more steps before noticing that Paul had frozen in his tracks, arms folded across his trim stomach.  Corey stopped and gave the other man a serious look, followed by a prolonged moment of silence that was broken when the burly blonde couldn’t hold back a grin any longer.

“You are suck a dick,” the leaner man sighed, rolling his eyes as he began walking again.

“Not my fault if you keep falling for shit like that.  Starting to feel like low hanging fruit, honestly.”  Corey stopped at the top of a small incline and waited for his friend to catch up, making a sweeping gesture with a thick arm when Paul arrived.  “Perfect timing, though.  There she is,” he said, sounding triumphant.

Paul didn’t want to seem too impressed and give his friend the satisfaction, but Corey’s excitement hadn’t been misplaced.  Even in its slightly overgrown state, the small structure was by far the most unique trail shelter he’d ever seen.  It was built into the side of the rocky foothills, with a slanted roof and worn, weathered walls jutting out from the stone to form the main interior.  A broad stream flowed down the rocks above it, splitting off in either direction when it reached the shelter roof, before joining with the creek they’d been following.  The flowing water formed a small river as it wound off into the forest, providing a perfect swimming hole as well as serving to create a natural barrier for the small clearing that housed the modest hut.  A large fire pit sat a short distance from the front of the building, surrounded by a cluster of stumps and logs that had been fashioned into stools and benches, and an old-fashioned pump sat next to a metal pipe a few yards off in the other direction.  It was exactly the kind of shelter that would have been crawling with people had it been anywhere else, but as Corey promised it appeared that they had the whole place to themselves.  “Okay, I’ll admit…this is cool,” Paul said as they made their way down to the building.  A quick inspection didn’t show any fresh tracks or other signs that would suggest recent habitation by people, which was both comforting and a little intimidating.  During the summer on the main trail there were regular interactions with other people, especially at shared gathering spaces, and it occurred to Paul just how isolated they really were.

“Dude…I know, right,” Corey beamed, motioning for his friend to follow him around the side of the building.  “And as promised…here’s your shower.”

Paul had been expecting a rusty pipe at most, not a broad platform built under a waterfall.  Where the stream flowed lazily down the rocks on the other side of the shelter, on this one it hurtled off a cliff roughly ten feet above, creating a perfect, natural shower.  A wooden wall had been built to provide at least a modicum of privacy from the main grounds of the shelter, but the platform itself was big enough to house several people at a time.  The water would be brisk, though given the heat and humidity they’d been hiking through for the past several days Paul was already looking forward to it.  “Bet this gets interesting when it’s busy,” the brunette laughed, glad that he didn’t have to navigate public bathing with anyone other than his friend.

“Depends on how fun the crowd is,” Corey winked.  They headed into the shelter and shucked their packs on two of the raised wooden platforms that served as bed frames.  There were eight in total, occupying two-thirds of the interior, while the last chunk was reserved for a small table and countertop with the basin that Corey promised.  A smaller version of the pump they’d seen outside sat on the ground next to it, and after a few dirty, gurgling cranks the shirtless blonde let out a victorious shout as clear, ice-cold spring water came sputtering forth.  “Fuck yes!  We’ve still got water,” he said, pumping his fist.  When Paul didn’t immediately respond he turned to find his friend leaning towards one of the wooden walls, squinting.  “What?  Don’t tell me it’s covered in bugs or something.”

The other man shook his head.  “No…looks like weird carvings.  I don’t know what they are, but they’re everywhere.  Like, all over,” he said, pointing out the intricate, geometric engravings when Corey trotted over.  They formed an interconnected lattice that covered the interior, a web of sharp angles that made their vision blur if they tried to take in too much at once.

“Damn…that’s cool,” Corey said, tracing a finger along one of the lines.

Paul raised an eyebrow.  “Is it though?  Kinda gives me the creeps.  Whoever did this took some time.”

“Bro…how many people do we see whittling and carving and talking about their crafts out here?  You honestly think it’s weird that one of those people would take it upon themselves to decorate a shelter?  It’s just farts and crafts bullshit,” Corey laughed.  Before his friend could say anything else he changed the subject by abruptly shucking his shorts and briefs and strolling naked over to the basin.  He threw the discarded clothes inside before rummaging first through his pack, then Paul’s, and tossing in another pungent wad.  “Come on…throw your shit in here and let’s go clean up while it soaks,” he said, his meaty bubble and sturdy thighs flexing as he bent and started cranking the pump again.

Impressed as ever by his friend’s uninhibited nature, Paul sighed and shucked his own shorts and briefs, looking significantly more awkward as his lengthy cock and heavy balls swayed while he scampered over to the sink.  Even though he was relatively convinced of their solitude, he felt an embarrassed rush at the thought of being naked in a public space.  The two of them saw each other’s bare bodies all the time on the trail, but that was always when they were in their own campsite, not a potentially communal gathering spot.

And there was the issue of the growing sexual tension between them.  While Paul had jokingly said he wasn’t desperate enough, he found his eyes lingering on Corey’s broad, tanned back, watching the ample muscle flex with each pump.  He knew their friends made jokes about the two of them hooking up on the trail, but he also knew much of that humor was rooted in jealousy, and that there were plenty of people who’d love to be alone in the woods with a pair of athletic hunks like themselves.  The lean brunette wasn’t overly vain, but he knew his tapering, defined body and girthy package were worthy of envy, as were his sharp, stubble-covered features.  The same went for Corey, whose brawnier build and cute, boyish face garnered plenty of attention while the buff blonde was clothed, let alone when his plump cheeks and fat, wide cock were on display for all to see.  And as he stared at the other man’s ample bottom with increasing desire, the fluttering that erupted in his stomach told Paul he might be more desperate than he thought.

He pulled his eyes away and went to gather their showering supplies just as Corey finished adding the detergent and giving the clothes a few vigorous swirls.  “So, uh, how cold is this about to be,” Paul asked as they scampered outside, nervously wanting to fill the silence.

“It’s like the river,” Corey said, the water splashing off his broad shoulders as he took a deep breath and stepped under the tumbling falls.  He closed his eyes and raised his face upwards, turning towards Paul and giving his friend a perfect view of his glistening torso as the cascading liquid sparkled across his plentiful muscle in the late-afternoon sun.  “Why?  You worried about things shrink…nope, guess not,” Corey laughed when he opened his eyes and saw his friend’s rigid cock pointing in his direction.

Paul’s face went red when he looked down and made the discovery at the same time.  He’d been staring at the other man so intently he hadn’t even noticed.  “Well…shit,” he said, stepping awkwardly under the water to hide the shiver that ran through him.  “That came out of nowhere,” he sighed.

“See?  What’d I tell you? Honey.  Moon.  Suite,” Corey chuckled, loving the way Paul squirmed under his lingering gaze.  He knew his friend wanted him to look away, but the stocky blonde was enjoying the view of the other man just as much as Paul had of him.  His own cock twitched as he watched the water flow through the wiry hair that coated the brunette’s toned pecs before it followed the same trail of fur down the center of the other man’s abs.  “Give me a second and I’ll be right there with you,” he said, his fat log swelling to life.

“Aaaaaaand it’s weird already,” Paul groaned, shaking his head.  He closed his eyes and started lathering up his wavy, copper hair, letting out a surprised yelp when he felt Corey’s fist wrap around his rigid pole.  “Dude!”

“Just trying to get your attention,” the blonde said with a mischievous grin.  “Turn around.”

His arms still raised, Paul did as he was told, letting out a quiet sigh when Corey began scrubbing his back.  Though his instinct was to tense and fear discovery, the thinner man felt his muscles relax despite himself, the sensation of his friend’s strong hand traveling down his back leaving him with a sense of contented security.  He didn’t tense until Corey reached his perky bubble and took the opportunity to slip a hand under and give his now-churning balls a surprise tug, but even then he didn’t pull away.  “At least we don’t have to worry about the water getting cold,” Paul said, his cock aching as Corey’s hands slid down the insides of his thighs.

“Right?  Just means we can take our time,” the other man said, giving the brunette’s bubble another squeeze before pulling his hand away.  “Alright…your turn.”

Paul didn’t hesitate to pick up where Corey had started, using both hands to knead the thick muscle of his friend’s broad upper back as he scrubbed.  He went slow, savoring the sensation of the blonde’s solid frame against his hungry palms and making no attempts to hide that hunger as he bounced and squeezed Corey’s plump cheeks.  Instead of stepping away when his friend’s backside had been cleaned, Paul stood close and wrapped his arms around the other man to begin lathering the blonde’s prominent pecs, his lengthy, rigid cock wedged between them.  “Damn, dude.  These things getting bigger,” he asked with a laugh, hefting Corey’s prominent pecs.

“Chest day every day,” the blonde said, his tone smug as he flexed the juicy shelf against Paul’s hands.

“Well…not EVERY day,” the lean brunette purred, jamming his rigid cock against Corey’s meaty rear.  “Looks like you’ve found time for some squats every now and then.”

“Fuu…fuck…dude…I don’t know if it’s just been a minute or what, but you’re…” The stocky stud trailed off as Paul’s lips landed at his wide neck.  They stumbled a few steps out from under the falls, but as he writhed in his friend’s toned arms, Corey could feel the other man’s pulsing cock creating a waterfall of its own as it oozed and oozed against his back.  He wriggled his hips to work the leaking organ between them, but he didn’t realize exactly how much he was squirming until he felt the firm club slip inside.  “HOOOOOooohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck,” he hissed, falling forward against the damp stone alcove and looking back over a shoulder with wide, stunned eyes.  “Are…are you inside me right now?!”

Paul nodded, his expression equally surprised.  “Do you…do you want me to take it out?”

Corey quickly shook his head.  The invading organ hurt, but nowhere near as much as he thought it should, and as it pumped slightly back and forth the excessive oozing made it feel self-lubricated.  “No…no…just…just keep going…” the blonde begged, a punch of lust hammering into his stomach.  He’d been horny the whole trip and knew the shower would be a good excuse to relieve some tension, but even he hadn’t anticipated things going this far.  Though as Paul picked up the pace of his thrusting, there were no regrets.  Corey had never felt anything like it.  His body lit up from the inside out, his every pleasure center activating as his brain rewired itself to the concept of erotic bliss coming from somewhere other than his untouched cock.  The fat organ slapped and wagged wildly as he clung to Paul’s hands on his pecs, his hips falling into rhythm with his friend’s thrusting.  “Ohhh…oh shit…dude…this is incredible…” he whimpered, his voice cracking.

“I…I know…you…you feel so fucking good,” Paul grunted, his fingers biting into Corey’s plump pecs while he relished the sensation of the other man’s meaty rear rippling on impact.  Even though he was technically the one doing the fucking, that feeling of peace and contentment was further magnified for the thrusting brunette.  With the blonde’s powerful body writhing against him, Paul felt safe in a way he never had before, and in a way he never wanted to end.

Unfortunately, as worked up as they were, neither man lasted long.  Corey blew first, letting out a series of surprised, gasping grunts as his cock erupted without mechanical aid for the first time in his life.  Paul only lasted a few moments longer before cumming so hard he sagged against his friend and had to cling to the blonde’s broad shoulders for support.

“What…what the fuck did we just do…” Corey asked with a dazed laugh.

“I don’t…I don’t know!  One minute you were all squirmy in my grip and the next thing I know you’d…you’d…and then we…” Paul sputtered, his face going purple.

Corey quickly shook his head and reached out to grasp the sides of the other man’s tight waist, pulling him close.  “Whoa, hey, I’m not anywhere close to mad.  That was fucking amazing,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.  Things started off tense when a surprised Paul went rigid in his grip, but after an awkward moment the toned brunette returned the gesture with equal vigor.  “You’re a good kisser,” he grinned, loving every second of his friend’s flustered expression.

“There’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear you say,” Paul said with a short laugh.  “I mean…I know we’ve fooled around out here before, man, but is there something you need to…?”

Corey pulled his head back but kept his arms around the other man.  “Me?  Why is this just a me situation all of a sudden?  If I remember right you’re the one who boned out first.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m…I mean I’m not…” Paul was cut off when Corey leaned in for another kiss, one he returned without his previous hesitation.

“I don’t care what we are as long as we get to do more of this,” the blonde shrugged.  “Is it too gay if I point out how cute you are when you’re all embarrassed like this?”

“Not as long as I can point out how fucking hot you are when you get going,” Paul said, shaking his head.  “Fuck, dude…I knew I liked tits and ass on girls, but I never knew how much fun they could be on a guy.”

Corey stepped back and proudly puffed out his prominent pecs before turning to shake his meaty bubble, grinning over a broad shoulder.  “Hey, wait a sec.  It just occurred to me…how do we determine which of us is actually the better lay?  You always brag, and I always brag, but how do we officially make the call?”

Paul responded by stepping forward, leaning down, and running a tongue around one of Corye’s nipples while kneading his friend’s rear.  After taking his time with one he switched to the other, licking and sucking until the blonde let out a pained whimper.  “Seems like I’m pulling ahead here,” Paul winked as he reached down to give Corey’s once-again-solid cock a tug.  He darted away before his friend could do the same to him and stepped out from the platform to let himself air dry in the early evening heat.

“For the record, I’m calling that cheating,” Corey grumbled as he followed behind.  The two made their way back into the shelter to rinse off their clothes and hang them up to dry, discovering in the process that they hadn’t thought to leave anything out to put back on.  Even under normal circumstances that wouldn’t have been more than an awkward exchange for the pair, but as it was they were perfectly content with any excuse that let them linger naked around each other.  The temperature was perfect, and though they could hear the far-off chirping of bugs and birds, the immediate vicinity around the shelter was almost supernaturally still.  There were no annoying flies or mosquitos to bother them, and other than the gentle trickle of running water and the muffled crashing of the shower, there was nothing but the sound of their own rustling feet while they gathered wood for the fire.

That and the occasional grunting moan.  They couldn’t keep their hands off each other.  While Paul was bent over the pit building the base for the fire, Corey came up from behind and wrapped his arms around him, kissing his neck and running his rugged paws through the wiry hair on the front of his friend’s torso.  Instead of pulling away, the thinner brunette leaned into the embrace, wanting to melt into the broad man’s stocky frame.  While no actual melting happened, Paul still went slack in Corey’s arms while the brawny blonde nibbled on his ear and kissed his neck, the other man’s hands working their way down and busying themselves with pumping away on his cock until he blasted into the pit.  He rooted around with his perky bubble in the process, but while he enjoyed the sensation of his friend’s pudgy cock against him, there wasn’t the same desperation as when their positions had been reversed. This was further driven home a short while later when, as Corey was bent over their packs deciding what to make for dinner, Paul came up from behind and began kneading his friend’s cheeks again, only to find a trio of fingers slipping into the blonde’s eager hole.  They both looked surprised as the muscled hunk just stood there, slack-jawed and moaning, until his cock erupted untouched for the second time.

Though their clothing had long since dried, neither even thought of putting anything on.  Between their constant arousal, the warm air, and the uncanny lack of biting insects, they were more than content to leave their athletic frames exposed.  As the evening gradually gave way to nighttime proper, the forest rapidly darkening around them, the duo lingered next to the smoldering remains of their fire, still absently pawing at each other while they caught glimpses of a bright full moon through the canopy overhead.

“Well this day took an unexpected turn,” Paul laughed, his hand resting on Corey’s plump pecs as they lay next to each other on a shared bedroll.

The burly blonde clasped and held it, his expression a mix of dazed surprise.  “Right?  I mean…I’ve always had fun when we’ve messed around on these trips.  I even kind of looked forward to it.  But I…I think I…”

Paul raised an eyebrow when his friend trailed off and Corey’s face went a shade of rosy pink in the fading fire light.  “You think you what?”

The now-blushing blonde squeezed his friend’s hand but still refused to make eye contact.  “I think I’ve had a thing for you for a while, dude.  It didn’t hit me until we got here, but I…I don’t know…I’ve never felt anything like this before.”  He finally turned to face Paul, stammering out a flustered explanation when the other man didn’t fill the silence.  “I’m not trying to make things weird!  Honest.  I’m not expecting you to feel the same or anything, I just needed to say…”

Paul cut his friend off by leaning in for a kiss, the quick peck turning into a prolonged session as he rolled over and draped himself on top of the other man.  “I think it’s pretty clear the feeling’s mutual,” the shredded brunette finally purred, grinding their rigid cocks together as he writhed on top of his friend.  “I don’t know what to call it.  All I know is that you make me feel…” Paul paused, his turn to blush, “...fuck, this is embarrassing.  Why is this embarrassing?  You make me feel safe, bro.  Like I don’t have anything to hide or worry about or whatever when you’re around.  I know, I know…get it out now,” Paul sighed, rolling his eyes in anticipation of Corey’s inevitable mocking.  Instead, the other man reached up and gently stroked the side of his face, the blonde’s expression one of wide-eyed sincerity.

“No, dude, I get it.  I mean, shit, you’ve literally been inside me several times today.  First time that’s ever happened,” he said, his surprised expression returning.  “But when you are it’s like…I’ve never felt so connected to anyone.  Sure as fuck never felt that way when I’ve been with girls.  Is this what it’s like for them?  Whoa…that’s a trip,” Corey laughed, shaking his head.

“With these tits and that ass you’re halfway there,” Paul grinned, giving his friend’s chest a squeeze.

Corey flexed against the other man’s hands.  “They’re all yours, babe,” he purred, pursing his plump lips.  “Fuck…never thought I’d actually be glad your dick’s bigger than mine, either,” he said.

Paul slid off and reached down to tug on his friend’s cock before leaning in to give the wide, bulbous head a few licks.  “Such a cute little guy,” he said after making the blonde hunk spasm.

“I’d be offended, but honestly who gives a shit?  You can have it for all I care…just as long as you still put it to good use,” he winked, reluctantly climbing to his feet.  He batted the throbbing organ against the side of Paul’s face before pulling his friend up behind him.  “And speaking of…”

There was no need to say anything else.  Repeating a scene that had played out multiple times that afternoon, the two stumbled into the shelter in each other’s arms, dropping onto the frame with Corey’s bedroll.  Already moving on instinct, the blonde stud propped himself up on all fours, wagging his muscled globes until Paul clutched his hips and pulled him backwards onto the waiting rod.

They were both so focused on matching the other’s writhing rhythm that neither noticed the moon shining unobstructed through the clearing outside.  Nor did they see how the light began to travel through the intricate carvings that lined the interior of the shelter until they were caught in the shimmering, azure web.  Just as Corey raised his head and began to give voice to his surprise, a silver beam shone down on them like a lunar spotlight, locking them in place.

“What…what the fuck is this,” Paul cried, his body erupting in a buzzing tingle.

“I don’t know!  I don’t know!  Do you…this feels weird…” Corey groaned as the same sensation erupted throughout his broad bulk.  The vibrating wasn’t unpleasant, though there were growing pressure points between his shoulder blades and at the base of his spine.

For Paul, the pins-and-needles numbness spread over the entirety of his athletic frame, and between the surreal lighting and stunned surprise it was several moments before he realized he was changing.  “Fuck!  Fuck!  Dude…I’m…I’m getting smaller,” he yelped, his rapidly diminishing frame straining as he tried to pull away.  The brunette wasn’t getting shorter, but as he watched with wide, horrified eyes, his lean muscle began to dwindle.  Broad shoulders thinned as the prominent pecs they supported were reduced to modest, defined little mounds surrounded on either side by arms that had gone from sturdy to slender.  Below, Paul’s abs were still faintly visible, though nowhere near as chiseled, and thighs that had been strong and wide were now merely toned.  “How do we stop…this…”

The shrinking stud’s question went unanswered as Corey spasmed and bolted upright.  They still couldn’t pull away from each other, but at least Paul began to understand where his purloined muscle was going as he felt the blonde begin to swell.  The pecs he so desperately clutched with now-slender hands started to push outward in front while his friend’s already-ample cheeks began to inflate against his midsection.  At the same time, Corey’s broad shoulders thickened to accommodate the extra mass while his powerful arms did the same, expanding into a pair of sculpted girders.  It was hard to tell from his current vantage point, but Paul could see the blonde’s thighs following suit, growing to a pair of meaty trunks to support the excessive weight he sported at his lower back.

“Oh!  Oh shit…dude…I’m…I’m getting fucking swole,” Corey stammered as he looked down at his jutting shelf of a chest.  His stomach fluttered when he saw his friend’s smaller hands clinging to the juicy mounds, but his attention was quickly diverted when another punch of pressure zeroed in on his lower abdomen.  “Fuuuuuuunnnhhh…fuck!  No!  Shit!  Du…dude!  My…my dick is shrinking,” the blonde cried as he watched his fat, six-inch log recede from sight.  He could just barely see the top third over his inflated pecs as it was, but in a matter of moments it dwindled from view.  “We…we’ve got to stooooOOHHHHHHH!”  Corey arched his back and howled without warning when a sudden fullness filled the inflated pillows that were his fattened cheeks.  A bliss like he’d never felt before tore up his spine, as if every pleasure receptor he had fired off at once.

“I…I think I have the opposite problem,” Paul moaned, his eyes wide.  He couldn’t see the whole thing, but the visible base of his cock was significantly wider, and as movement gradually returned to their limbs, the thickened organ kept going and going when he pulled his hips back.  Just how much it had stretched, exactly, would have to wait until they were done, as would a full exploration of their altered bodies.  At the moment all they could focus on was the immensity of their ecstasy.  Though the shrunken man was horrified, the sensation of Corey’s expanded body against his smaller frame only magnified everything he’d already been feeling.  As he watched the blonde’s brawny new arms flex, and as he kneaded the granite, heaping mounds up top while the supple, rippling ones below bounced with each thrust, Paul almost didn’t care about what he’d lost.

The same went for Corey, whose entire body was on fire with longing.  His inflated pecs weren’t just larger but also more sensitive, as was his thickened bottom and the wide thighs that now rubbed together.  With his now-slender friend slamming into him, the blonde hunk didn’t care about whatever state his shrunken cock had been left in as the aching little organ was no more than an afterthought.  His whole body was being worked in a way he’d never experienced; why would he ever want to limit that bliss to just his cock?  When Paul’s hands would slide south to knead and tug on the diminished organ he could tell that it had taken a significant hit, though it didn’t feel that way when he finally erupted.

Every bit of Corey’s new bulk shook and spasmed when the roaring blonde came, nearly launching the lighter Paul off the frame from the force of his bucking.  The lithe brunette managed to hold on, unleashing his own torrent that sprayed with so much force it began spilling and spurting out of Corey’s battered hole to grease the insides of the blonde’s rubbing thighs.

“Oh…oh fuck, bro,” Paul sputtered as he staggered to his feet.  “I…you…we…we changed…” he gasped, his hands trembling as he ran them through the wiry hair that coated a much thinner torso.  The now-slender brunette was still the same height and still sported an impressive amount of definition, but most of his athletic muscle had vanished, leaving him shaped more like a runner than the baseball player he had been.  Not that he’d have an easy time fitting his new package into a pair of jogging shorts.  The softening, nearly foot-long snake and heavy, hefty balls would have looked massive on anyone, but on his twinkish new build it was almost comical.  “Is…is that my dick?!”

“I think it’s part of mine, too,” Corey said, his face going pale as he craned his neck to look down at the two inch nub and petite little balls he now sported.  “Just like this,” he shivered, running his hands along the cresting, lower ridge of his juicy new pecs, “came from you.”  He paused, his jaw dropping when he reached around behind and palmed the supple, gravity-defying melons that had replaced his ass.  “Are…are these as big as they feel?”

“And then some,” Paul whistled, his inflated log already twitching again.  Despite the fear and the shock, the sight of Corey’s new body drove him wild.  His friend’s chest and ass weren’t freakishly large, just oversized, stopping at the upper limit of “improbable” without fully crossing over into “impossible” territory.  Coupled with his little button of a cock, it was all Paul could do to keep from flinging himself at the other man.  “Bro…holy shit you’re hot.  The whole ‘no neck’ look is real, real good on you.”

“Speak for yourself, cutey,” Corey laughed.  “How is it possible that you got MORE adorable?”  He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his friend, easily swallowing Paul in his meatier embrace.

The smaller man sighed and leaned into the blonde’s solid shelf before frantically looking around.  The shelter was once again back to being a dark shack in the woods, with no sign of the recent illumination.  “Wait!  Did you…you saw that light too, right?”

Corey nodded.  “I think so?  Was it just the moon, though?  I thought all these carvings lit up, but that’s not possible, right?”

“And this is,” Paul asked, surprised that he wasn’t more panicked at the sight of his slender new arms when he pushed back from Corey’s broadened bulk.  He was still fit and trim, and he’d never been the kind of guy who put much stock into chasing size, but he thought he should be more upset about finding himself in such a thinned-out state.  Then again, as he gazed at Corey’s beefy build, it occurred to him that he hadn’t so much lost it as much as he was simply storing it elsewhere from now on.  “I think I’m starting to understand why they closed this trail.”

The curvy blonde looked at the engraved walls, a punch of guilt hitting him.  He really had heard about strange cults and orgies and bizarre rituals happening at the shelter, but he’d thought it was all just an urban legend.  Now, thinking back on how quickly he’d propelled himself into professing his feelings for Paul and how their bodies had been warped, the idea of a magic fertility cult suddenly seemed less preposterous.  “Oh no…I didn’t think…I never would have…this is…this is my fault…” Corey broke off in a gasp when Paul reached up and began tweaking his enlarged nipples.

“Like you could have known this would happen?  Please,” the copper-haired twink said.  “Not like you didn’t get caught up in it either,” he winked before dropping to his knees and swallowing the entirety of Corey’s tiny new package.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” the blonde groaned, his meaty rear bouncing when he shuddered at the overwhelming sensation.  “I…I was starting to worry about what the locker room was going to be like from now on, but maybe I don’t…don’t care so much…” he sputtered.

“Whenever you need a confidence boost,” Paul purred, shifting his attention to lick up the inside of Corey’s meaty quads.  There was a lingering silence as he climbed back to his feet and they stared at each other, their reeling minds racing to catch up with their altered bodies.  “So, uh, what do we do now?”

The blonde grinned, his meaty hands closing around Paul’s lithe, toned arms as he lifted them and squeezed what remained of the wiry muscle.  “First, I want to see you flex this tight little body for me,” he said, his voice a seductive rumble as he batted his shrunken cock against Paul’s monstrous new log.  “Then I want you to show me what you can really do with this thing.”

The thin brunette blushed at the thought of what his slender new build would look like flexing, but the blazing desire in Corey’s eyes overpowered any attempts at being self-conscious.  He broke into a double-bicep pose, his diminished arms going firm but hardly inflating in the other man’s grip.  “Good thing we took this shortcut.  Gives us some extra time to…adjust.  Plus, we have to figure out if this fat ass can fit into anything we brought,” he winked, giving Corey’s oversized cheeks a squeeze.  “Be a real shame if they can’t.”

“Sure would,” the blonde nodded, tugging on Paul’s lengthy hose.  “And how much of this do you think is going to be slipping out the bottom of your shorts?”

The smaller man shrugged his bony shoulders and spun Corey around, wedging his colossal cock into the deep valley formed by his friend’s plump globes.  “Lucky for me I’ve got somewhere to put it.”