Overcast, ch. 11: Curses (Patreon)

Kayden fumed, the embarrassment he should have felt at his erect exposure entirely forgotten in the face of his fury.  Standing naked and hard anywhere other than his bedroom or the bathroom was a novel experience for the bashful, bronze-skinned young man, but he had more pressing concerns than his insecurity.  They all did.  “You told us you knew what you were doing!  What the fuck, man?!  Look at this!”

Drew blushed as he watched his skinny friend grab his rigid cock and wag it in his direction.  “We’re all looking at it, man.  What do you want me to say?”  He and Blake were just as naked and just as hard as Kayden, to say nothing of being equally concerned.  The attempted spell was clearly having an effect, all three of their unremarkable bodies had begun to blossom with muscle, but there appeared to be unintended consequences.  “Have you noticed what’s going on with the rest of you?  It’s working, okay?  Just let it do its thing.”

“I’m more worried about MY thing,” Kayden shot back.  “I’ve never had much to brag about when it came to this,” the dark-haired man said, motioning to his still-scrawny frame, “except my dick!  You didn’t tell us it was going to make them shrink!”

“This isn’t an exact science!  We all knew that going in…we just have to stay calm.  Panicking isn’t going to help anything.”  Drew did his best to sound confident, no more thrilled at the prospect of his own reduction.  Unlike Kayden’s whopping seven-and-a-half inches, he barely topped out at six, leaving him with less to spare overall.  The same went for Blake, though it was hard to tell how much the pudgy blonde may have lost.  As the surrounding area shrank and solidified the thinning man’s cock had started to look larger, though whether it would continue to do so was uncertain.

“I’m willing to give up some size downstairs if it means I’m super hot everywhere else,” Blake shrugged, a broad grin still plastered to his solidifying face.  As someone who’d struggled with his weight for years, taking the role of the trio’s thickest, the blonde couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the beginnings of definition creep along his deflating frame.

“It just would’ve been nice to know,” Kayden huffed, torn between glaring at Drew and watching his own transformation.  His wiry frame sat at the opposite end of the spectrum from Blake, never growing to much more than skin-and-bones, but, like his friend in reverse, his body began to sprout channels of definition as virgin muscle formed out of nowhere.

“The book didn’t exactly come with a user manual, you know?  And I’m not a fucking caster.  Again, you guys knew all that.  No one forced you to participate in any of this,” Drew said, his tone defensive.  He resented having to defend himself when, as far as he was concerned, he’d just made all their dreams come true.  He was no more fit or attractive than the other two, with a dumpy, doughy frame that sat somewhere between his friends, but he’d been the one to finally do something about it.  Drew had found the spell book wedged inside a backpack he’d purchased from the thrift store, the compact volume no larger than a standard pocket notebook.  At first he’d thought it was merely someone’s old journal, but as he’d paged through the tiny tome it eventually occurred to him what he’d found.  Much of the book was beyond them as they lacked the arcane horsepower of a real caster, and by law they should have turned it over to the BMR once they’d realized what they had.  But, being a trio of nerdy, bookish young men who’d grown up playing fantasy games while watching the disgustingly wealthy manifest their dreams, they’d decided to hold onto it.  If nothing else it made for a curious memento, and there was always the possibility that they’d find some way to use it.  That latter eventuality had come to pass after a few weeks of studying, with Drew excitedly declaring that it looked like some of the spells could be conducted via ritual if they didn’t have access to an actual caster.  The magic in question relied more on reaching out to extra-planar powers than internal mojo to manifest their desires, and while they didn’t know the specific entity to whom they were supplicating, they were all willing to roll the dice.  It would require a bit more work, as well as some shared discomfort as the three roommates would have to expose themselves to each other, but they were all willing to tolerate some short term pain for long term gain.  “I’m with Blake,” Drew said, marveling at the presence of a real bicep as he reached up and ran a hand through his short, chocolate hair.  “I don’t need a huge piece if the rest of me can make up for it.  And, guys, you should see yourselves.  We’re fucking hot already,” he chuckled, flexing his newly formed abs.

There was a moment of silence as the trio inspected themselves, their formerly mismatched frames now falling in line with each other.  Where once there’d been a group of scrawny, dumpy, and doughy men now stood a similar set of strapping studs in the making.  Shoulders pushed apart, arms inflated, thighs grew, and waists pinched.  Even their faces had begun to change, shedding the weak-chinned awkward features and replacing them with strong jaws, razor cheekbones, and piercing eyes.

“Okay, yeah…this part’s not so bad,” Kayden laughed, squeezing a chest that was still being sculpted.

Blake flexed his own newly muscled mounds, his expression dazed.  “Right?  I’ve got pecs!  Honest-to-god pecs, not just tits.”

“Abs too, bro,” Drew pointed out.  He reached over and gave the blonde’s now-firm midsection a rough rub in an uncharacteristic show of horseplay.  “What,” he asked when the other two gawked at him.  “Isn’t this how we’re supposed to act now?  Call each other ‘bro’ and rough house and all that?”

“Don’t get carried away…bro,” Kayden grinned.  Like Blake, he felt dizzy as he stared at the chiseled strangers now occupying their apartment, unable to wrap his head around the fact that they actually were the trio of stereotypical studs.  In less than half an hour they’d gone from nerds to jocks, victim to varsity, finally achieving the kind of elevated physical status they’d only been able to dream of before.  Kayden still felt a rush of anxiety when he looked down at his now five-inch member, but the sight of the sturdy thighs on either side and the washboard above helped mitigate his dread.  The others appeared to have landed at a similar cock-to-muscle ratio, and the newly buff, bronze-skinned beauty had to admit that his friends might have been correct.  They might not be the most hung guys in the locker room, but their rigid five inches were still plenty serviceable, especially when attached to the rest of their handsome, hunky frames.  “I can definitely make this work,” Kayden said, pursing his plumped lips as he ran a hand along his abs.

“I don’t think anyone’s going to complain,” Drew grinned.  He broke into a double bicep pose, feeling a rush of power and freedom like he’d never experienced before.  Now, the concept of being embarrassed by his nudity seemed ridiculous.  He liked the fact that his friends were seeing him hard and horny, watching him flex and fondle himself, just as he did the same to them.  The fact that they were all obviously aroused seemed entirely natural in the moment, a perfectly understandable byproduct of their newly-acquired beauty.  They each told themselves it wasn’t so much that they were turned on by other men, but by what they’d become.

Blake shrugged, still flexing a prominent pec against his hand over and over again.  “Who cares if they do?  There’ll be plenty more where they came froOomM…” The blonde’s eyes went wide and they all started when his voice abruptly broke off in a harsh crack.  “WeEiRd…” he sputtered, clearing his throat when the harsh tone remained.  “Didn’t expect our voices to…fuck!  What the fuck?!”  Blake was horrified to discover that, while the vocal peaks and valleys had stopped, his voice had been left at the shrill, upper range of one of those peaks.  “Why do I sound like I’ve been sucking on helium?!”

“I don’t…know…shit!  Me too,” Drew cried, his whole body going crimson.

Kayden hesitated, his heart racing as he heard his friends.  He cleared his throat and tried to feel for the change before he spoke, his stomach dropping at the first, squeaky note.  “Oh come on!  What the fuck is this?!” he chirped, rubbing at his throat.  “I told you something was wrong!  Listen to meeeEEEEE…!” The bronze beefcake broke off in a yelp when his body suddenly felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, the joy he’d experienced at his earlier growth evaporating when the inflation resumed.  They’d all reached the lean, athletic proportions they’d sought, and none of them desired much more in terms of mass, especially when they noticed the resumption of a terrifying reduction.

Unlike before, this latest round of growing and shrinking happened at a rapid pace, with each of the stunned studs ballooning with bulk.  Already-broad shoulders became bloated cannonballs, sculpted pecs swelled to heaping, juicy slabs, tapering washboards pushed outwards into burly muscle guts, sculpted arms inflated to heavy pistons, muscled thighs expanded into meaty trunks, and perky bubbles puffed into round, ample globes.  Instead of a trio of jocks they’d become a trio of bodybuilders, their recently refined features now crossing over into caricature territory.  Jaws were slightly too broad, cheeks were slightly too sharp, and plump lips now looked comically full beneath the pronounced ridges of their foreheads.  More alarming, though, was what they didn’t see as they looked down, having to gawk at each other’s nubbish, barely visible cocks to understand the state of their own.  Instead of five inches, they now topped out around two, with small suggestions of balls where their once-modest orbs should have been.

“WHAT DID YOU DO,” Kayden squeaked instead of roared, his helium tones as out of place against his mountainous muscle as his miniscule new endowment.  He reached down and gripped the obscured equipment, a bright, blissful shiver running through him on contact even as he dreaded the insubstantial size.

“This…this wasn’t supposed to…” Drew sputtered as he squirmed in place, both hating and loving the way his heavy new body rubbed against itself.  He was just as horrified by the fact that he could conceal his acorn cock with a pair of fingers as Kayden, but he was too busy trying to figure out what went wrong to notice how turned on the sight of the other man made him.  “It wasn’t supposed to be like this!”

“Obviously!  But I’m starting to think you didn’t actually know WHAT it was supposed to…”

“Uh…guys,” Blake squeaked, interrupting Kayden’s shrill tirade.  “Look…look down.”  The blonde boulder bent and picked up a bright scrap of fabric that should have been his discarded boxer shorts.  Instead, he held a neon yellow thong, and where his jeans and t-shirt should have been lay a pair of tissue-thin nylon shorts and a cropped muscle shirt.  Both garments were just as bright as the thong and obviously far too small to provide any real coverage, making it clear that there would be no hiding their warped new proportions.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Kayden stammered, his head filling with impossible images of himself similarly clad as he slipped into the metallic purple thong he’d found at his feet.  It was so small as to be little more than a shiny strap as it stretched around his widened waist and plumped rear, and he hated the fact that his shrunken equipment was still able to nestle inside.

Blake shivered as he followed suit, trying to deny the images of his own meaty melons spilling from the tiny shorts while his oversized muscle tits filled out the crop-top like a sports bra.  The ill-fitting attire left none of his thong, nor what it contained, to the imagination, and even if it had there was still no hiding of their altered voices.  “Just…just walk us through it again,” he said to Drew, his mouth watering as he looked at the burly brunette’s little nub.  “From the beginning.”

Drew had started to slip into his altered clothing, the cut-off shirt not even reaching his nubby new nipples, but he forgot about the rest as he stood under his friends’ accusing eyes.  “Guys…I swear!  I did everything the book said!  Like, to the fucking letter,” he insisted.  His ample new rear shifted and swayed as he lumbered over to the table, the floor of the apartment shaking under his now-heavy steps.  The tiny volume was smaller than ever in his meaty new hands, and Drew was careful not to damage it as he fumbled the cover open.  “The first section is all the spells, but the back section where the rituals are…the squalms or whatever they’re called…is where I found the…”

“Wait…what did you just say,” Blake asked, his calm veneer finally starting to crack.

Drew shook his head, the motion feeling odd on his missing neck.  ““What?  The rituals?”

Blake took a deep breath.  “Did you just say ‘squalms’?  Did I hear you right?”

“I don’t know if that’s how you pronounce it,” Drew shrugged.  “But yeah, I think that’s what it says.”

“YOU ASSHOLE!”  Blake slapped the book out of his friend’s hand and shoved the inflated hulk, surprising them both by how strong he was, and how little the brunette actually moved.  More than anything, they were both caught off guard by how much they enjoyed the sensation of hands on skin, and the thoughts that immediately followed.  “Squalm isn’t another word for ritual…”

“It’s another word for curse,” Kayden groaned, his head falling back on his shelf of shoulders.  “Oh my god you’re a fucking idiot.”

“Did you not pay attention at all during any of our games,” Blake squeaked with a shocked laugh.  “We even fought a coven of hags that one time who specifically ‘ensqualmed’ half the fucking party!”

Drew’s eyes were wide, the color drained from his squared-off features.  “You…you mean instead of casting a spell I just…”

“Cursed us,” Blake sighed, his pistons arms inflating as he rubbed his own exaggerated face.  “Which would explain why we got the muscle, but still look, and sound, like this.”

“And since we wanted to get laid more, that would explain why we’ve got these useless little dicks now,” Kayden squeaked.  “Good job…bro,” he spat, rolling his eyes.

Drew wanted to protest, to at least point out that things didn’t feel so cut-and-dry.  His dick may have shrunk significantly, but the way it ached and throbbed didn’t feel useless, especially as he thought about what it would feel like swallowed in Kayden’s pretty mouth, and vice-versa.  It was rapidly occurring to him that the arousal he felt wasn’t simply the side effect of a spell-gone-wrong after all, but before he could point any of that out they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who the fuck is that,” Blake squeaked, alarmed at the thought of being seen in their current state.

“Oh, shit!  I forgot you invited Katy and her friends over…but we aren’t supposed to be like this!”  Kayden frantically looked around for something other than the pitiful thong or pointless shorts to cover himself with, but he knew it was a futile search.  The clothes at his feet were considered modest by his new standards, and it was a moot point anyway.  “Dude!  What are you doing?!”

Drew didn’t have an answer as he lumbered towards the door.  His body was on autopilot, and not even the knowledge that he was about to expose his warped frame to whoever stood on the other side could stop him.  He tried to keep his massive new hand from turning the knob, tried to find something within reach to put on other than the useless crop-top, but failed on both counts.

“Whoa!  Hey, big guy.”  Instead of Katy, a petite, curvy little redhead from his Economics class, Drew found himself face-to-face with Isaac, a chestnut-haired hunk from the same session.  He didn’t recognize either of the equally-athletic studs currently blushing behind his classmate, but he couldn’t fail to notice that they sported the kinds of bodies that he and his friends had so briefly possessed.  “Guess we’re getting right to it?”

“Come on in,” Drew said, smiling despite himself as he ushered the trio inside.  In addition to the man he knew, there was a buff redhead with a nearly maroon mop, and a raven-haired stud with a furry, olive complexion, both of whom drove the naked hulk wild on sight.  Drew looked over at his friends as if they could offer some sort of explanation but found equally glazed expressions on both faces, with the pair already moving in the same automatic fashion as himself.

“It’s so awesome of you dudes to help us blow off some steam before we hit the bars,” Isaac said, casually undoing his fly.  “It’s a good warmup before we get to the real pussy later.”  If the jock’s deep, smooth voice inspired envy, the long, thick cock that flopped forth only heightened the sensation.

“Happy to help,” Kayden squeaked, not even trying to stop himself as he dropped to his knees.  Though he knew they should have felt wrong, everything about his current actions felt entirely right.  The same went for Blake and Drew as they each took up a similar position in front of the dark-haired hunk and the ginger, respectively, their stubby fingers deftly fishing the jocks’ eager poles free.

“Fuck, man…you weren’t kidding about how big these guys were,” the raven-haired man laughed as he looked down at the brawny blonde going to town on his wide organ.

“Those lips feel fuckin’ great, though,” the redhead sighed, his modest rod swallowed to the hilt by Drew’s expanded jaw.  “Thanks again, dude,” he said, his tone smug as he reached down to ruffle the bobbing brunette’s hair.  Despite the fact that Drew could have picked him up with one hand, the jock seemed huge as he thrust his hips and towered above the kneeling hulk, his deep, unaltered voice making the meaty man quiver.

“Just wait’ll you hear ‘em,” Isaac chuckled, holding Kayden’s head in place as he pumped his hips.  “These birds like to sing.”

Drew didn’t need an explanation for the confusing statement.  As he pulled his lips away and repositioned himself on all fours, he knew exactly what was coming.  Like the rest of the magical misfire, he was now certain that he and his friends were still going to get laid often, just as they’d desired, only not at all in the way they’d anticipated.  “HHHIIIiiieeeEEEE….!”  The burly brunette let out a shrill wail when his ginger friend plunged inside, his piercing siren quickly joined by the other two.

As their warped, helium warbles echoed off the walls, mingling with the jocks’ deep grunts, Drew wanted to be mortified.  But as he looked over and saw the unfiltered ecstasy on his friends’ faces, as he felt his own exaggerated mask twisting in a similar fashion, all he could focus on was the bliss.  They were all still well aware that they’d been turned into chirping, micro-dicked meatheads, that instead of pretty-boy ladies men they’d become beefy power-bottoms.  It just didn’t matter.  Nor did they care about the fact that they lumbered around in a perpetual state of near-nudity, flaunting both what they lacked and what they possessed in abundance.  It should have been a nightmare, they’d literally been cursed, but with each rippling impact against their ample rears, each of them cared less and less.

By the time it was over, when the jocks had exploded inside each of them and then quickly left, the trio didn’t know what to think.  As they lay in a panting, horny heap on the floor, their new friends leaking out of their battered holes, all they really wanted to do was keep going.

“That…was unexpected,” Kayden finally squeaked, running a hand over Blake’s bulging pec and tweaking the nipple.

“This is all so wild,” the blonde nodded.  “Did…did we really just get fucked?”

“Sure did,” Drew sighed, his battered hole still tingling.  “That redhead felt great.”

“So did his furry friend,” Blake laughed.  “It’s crazy how normal this all feels?  Like it happens all the time, even though I know that was a first?  Fuuuuuck…I wanted to tear that dude out of those clothes so bad.”

“Me too,” Kayden squeaked, absently tweaking his tiny nub between a pair of giant fingers.  “Goddamn they were hot.”  For a brief moment his expression faltered, the awareness that he was tugging on his shrunken cock while in a pile of naked muscle with his friends comparing notes about the dicks they’d just ridden hitting him like a fist in the muscle gut, but it quickly passed.

“I mean, the night’s just getting started.  We can go out and get some more,” Drew offered, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to be let off the hook that easily and loving every second of it.

“Uh-uh,” Blake said, shooting Kayden a quick glance.  “You still owe us for the fuck up.”

“I’m all for going out,” the bronze-skinned man shrugged, drawing Drew’s eyes to his own little rod.  “But those guys had the right idea.  Why don’t you help me and Blake blow off some steam first?”

*** Since the last round of voting was basically a photo-finish between the top three, I'm going to do the third runner up for the next chapter as well.  People seemed into that idea (and I also want to write it) so I'm going to bend the rules a bit on this one.  I'll try to throw in a few more rounds of voting to make up for it down the road. ***