Generbator, pt. 3 (Patreon)

*** Here's the first part and the second part if you need a refresher.***

Andy grinned as he swiveled his hips, loving how Scott’s eyes would widen and his lips would purse with each rotation.  The sculpted brunette pinned between the blonde’s meaty thighs had a vice-grip on his friend’s heaping, oversized rear, kneading and clapping the colossal cakes as they bounced up and down on his trim waist.  “How we doin’, daddy,” Andy asked, folding his arms behind his head to emphasize his equally oversized pecs as his friend blushed.

“It’s still so weird hearing you call me that,” Scott said with an awkward laugh.  “But holy shit, dude…you are on…fire tonight…” he grunted, his tapering abs flexing as he tried to hold back the impending explosion.  He and Andy had been going at it for hours, with the curvy blonde descending on him as soon as he’d come home from work.  It had started with a striptease, first on Andy’s part and then on his when the blonde had slowly stripped him bare, getting the buff brunette so worked up in the process that his aching, leaking cock had started to soak through his pants.  Such a display of eager eroticism wasn’t an uncommon occurrence since the unanticipated alterations the month before, but Scott was still caught off guard by that afternoon’s intensity.  Even after several weeks he was still wrapping his head around the fact that the horny, curvy blonde with the huge ass, massive pecs and flamboyant attitude was actually his formerly straight, similarly shaped friend of decades, and Scott was left reeling when Andy’s overzealous appetite was thrown into the mix.  He still felt incredibly guilty for what he’d unintentionally done to his friend, and although Andy didn’t seem interested in taking him up on his offer to put him through the same process, the blonde wasn’t shy about taking full advantage of his unrestricted access to Scott’s strapping frame.  “Something get you…all…worked up…?”

“You mean other than this face,” Andy purred, reaching down to trace a finger along his friend’s wide jaw.  He laughed when the expression in question turned a deeper shade of red, knowing just how to twist the knife.  “What?  I mean it…I just like looking at you.  Especially when you’re about to cum.  You do this super cute thing with your mouth that…”

Scott interrupted his friend with a spasming grunt, proving Andy’s point when his plump lips quivered and parted as he blasted into the bouncing blonde.  Before he’d fully finished erupting, he grabbed the other man’s average endowment and began pumping, pulling out a sizable load after a few strokes.  Andy’s warm explosion splattered all over his prominent, though more proportional, pecs, splashing into his slack, open mouth and onto his flushed, handsome features.  “Hoooo…oh…oh fuck that was good…” Scott panted, his shell-shocked expression lingering.  He blinked and licked at the cum trickling around his mouth, absently wiping it away with the back of his hand.  “I thought I was supposed to cum on your tits,” he chuckled, his tone already sleepy.

“My bad,” Andy cooed, slipping off Scott’s lap and stretching out next to his friend in bed.  “Let me help you with that.”  He leaned in and began licking the brunette’s chiseled chest clean while a hand gently stroked his friend’s impressive washboard.  Scott’s plump pecs rose and fell at a slow, steady rhythm by the time Andy had finished, and the blonde lifted his eyes to find his friend sound asleep, just as he’d hoped.  He slipped out of bed as carefully as possible so as to not wake the other man, tiptoeing over to the nearby desk and quietly opening his laptop.

Andy’s heart raced as he looked over at the naked, slumbering stud.  The sight of Scott’s perfect, sculpted muscle stopped him in his tracks, and he had to tell himself once again that he wasn’t doing this because he was angry.  Andy believed his friend when the other man insisted it had all been an accident, and Scott had been nothing but generous with his time, emotions and body in the weeks that followed.  Yet Andy couldn’t quite smother a small spark of resentment.  Though they’d grown hazy, the bottom-heavy blonde still had lingering memories of his previous life.  He couldn’t quite recall them firsthand, but he could still see himself as the tight, tapering ladies man he’d once been.  He still knew there was a time when he’d gone around more clothed than not, when he hadn’t had a constant craving for cock and an exhibitionist streak a mile wide.  For the most part, he’d been a “normal” bro, a laidback hunk who went to the office and the gym, and who liked watching sports, drinking beer, and hooking up with women.  He certainly  hadn’t been a flamboyant muscle queen whose job was to strip and fuck on the internet, who giggled, danced, and made a pass at anyone with a dick.

When he stopped to think about it in those terms, Andy knew he should have been mortified.  He should have been humiliated at the thought of prancing around in public with his overly large cheeks spilling out of a pair of overly small shorts, while his overly plumped pecs inevitably hung out of whatever pointless shirt he wore.  The coy, flirtatious way he threw himself at men should have been embarrassing, not arousing, to say nothing of the things he inevitably did with many of them.  Andy had already started to lose track of how many of his former peers he’d either blown or ridden, or both, and a small part of him still felt like his stomach shouldn’t flutter at the thought of their warm releases leaking out of his pussy or running between his tits.  He shouldn’t even have thought of his ass and pecs in such terms in the first place, but it all felt so natural.

Andy still wasn’t sure if that impossible familiarity was a blessing or a curse.  After weeks of prancing around an apartment full of his friends in nothing but a thong and crop-top, an outfit that should have stopped them all in their tracks but now garnered nothing more than a few hungry stares, the warped jock felt forgotten.  Yes, the impossible acceptance made his life easier, but Andy almost wished it hadn’t.  He wished that someone other than Scott WOULD freak out, if for no other reason than to validate his feelings and affirm that something incredible actually had happened.

It was that last part that drove his current actions.  As he pulled up the Generbator site, Andy knew deep down that he wasn’t finally taking Scott up on his offer out of revenge, but loneliness.  He needed someone else to know what he was going through, and not just on a logical level but a real, tangible one.  Scott had been wonderfully empathetic and patient, but that only went so far.  At the end of the day, Andy was still a castaway on a curvy, platinum blonde island, desperately in need of the kind of connection that could only come from one place.

And that didn’t even take into account the physical side of things.  After several weeks in his new life, Andy had started to distinguish exactly what it was he was looking for in a man.  He was genuinely turned on by all shapes and sizes, but, if given the option, he’d learned that he preferred a partner who was bigger.  And considering that he stood just under six feet and sported an abundance of muscle himself, that wasn’t an easy find.  As much as he loved Scott’s sculpted, athletic physique, Andy had begun to look forward more to his trysts with their friend Joey, a solid, 6’4” wall of mahogany-haired muscle who loomed over him like a titan.  He’d always been impressed by the bigger man’s abundant bulk, but now it drove him wild.  Andy loved how, despite his own powerful build, the burly bull could manhandle him and take him, could easily pin him down and fuck his fat ass senseles.  Having always been the bigger one in his previous life, Andy had never once considered what it would be like to be on the other end of that equation, which, when coupled with his near-desperate desire to bottom at all times, was proving to be an overwhelming combination.

The only problem was that Joey wasn’t huge everywhere.  Like himself, the massive meathead sported a cock that was average at best, and while his hulking friend knew exactly what to do with it, Andy craved something bigger.  Even Scott’s above-average seven inches had room for improvement as far as the blonde’s eager, altered hole was concerned.  Andy had managed to find the club he was looking for with their friend Ryan, but the stocky stud topped out at only 5’7”.  So while the furry little hunk sported a thick, ten inch beast, Andy felt like he was being fucked by a teddy bear.  And when he hooked up with Dylan, as much as he loved his wiry friend’s fat wine bottle of a cock, he kept worrying about whether he’d break the lean runner.

Because threading that physical needle was proving to be a challenge, and with his confusing emotions still surging, Andy had finally decided to take Scott up on his offer.  Since the day of his accidental transformation, his friend had been insisting that Andy could do the same thing to him.  He’d even called the customer service line for HB&L, the company that made Generbator, and had gotten his hands on a “special credit” for the warped blonde to use, though Andy had always refused.  He loved Scott just how he was, and realistically there was absolutely nothing to complain about regarding the buff, beautiful brunette’s current configuration.  But, at the same time, if he had the option to make a few “enhancements” it felt foolish not to.  Andy knew that the right thing to do would have been to have a conversation with Scott about all this beforehand, if only that resentful part of himself didn’t keep reminding him that he hadn’t been consulted either.

With the brunette’s naked frame in his periphery, Andy turned his attention to the laptop.  He’d actually loaded a picture of Scott’s face into the Generbator image creator nearly a week prior, but he’d always changed his mind at the last minute.  Now, though his hands trembled, Andy was determined to go through with things.  He brought up the prompt box and typed in “Tall gay muscle daddy whose hulking body and massive cock are almost too big for clothes,” his jaw dropping when the image appeared on screen.  The man was a grinning mountain of no-necked muscle, appropriately standing in what appeared to be a bedroom, with an upper back and shoulders so wide it looked like he’d have to turn sideways to make it through most doors.  His huge arms hung at a pronounced angle from his sides, fighting for space with the cumbersome shelf that was the man’s pecs.  The granite piles were so big that they somehow managed to make the bulky muscle-gut below still appear tapering before the man’s body exploded outward again at his thunderous thighs and the muscled melons that were his ass.  He was clad only in a blue jockstrap, the stuffed pouch of which was pulled low by his girthy package, exposing the base of his mammoth cock while his grapefruit balls spilled out the sides.  Andy’s mouth watered at the sight, and his hands tingled as he thought about what it would feel like to run them through the dusting of fur that coated the man’s gargantuan frame.  That desire grew to a fever pitch when he hit the button to swap in Scott’s face, his cock throbbing as he watched the stubbled, statuesque features take on a familiar shape.  The short, buzzed crop and constant facial hair were an equally foreign look for his friend, though Andy couldn’t understand why as he gawked at the rugged hulk.  The contrast between Scott’s pretty-boy looks and the butch, brawny shell made for a stunning package, one which Andy quickly made a reality.  He hammered the “purchase” button without a shred of hesitation, putting in the special code they’d been given and holding his breath as he made things final.

The changes were immediate.  As soon as he’d completed the process, Scott started to grow.  Andy couldn’t believe his eyes as his friend’s six-foot frame stretched towards the foot and sides of the bed, growing longer and wider as if he’d been connected to a pump.  The excessive muscle and chocolate dusting from the image on screen began to pile on top of Scott’s smooth, precision physique, and for just a moment Andy almost felt guilty, until he watched the brunette’s cock swell in similar fashion.  His view of the inflating beast was momentarily obscured when a jockstrap appeared, but the uncontainable organ quickly reappeared as it twitched free of the pouch and hardened, looking like a fleshy hydro-flask jutting up from between the granite columns that had become Scott’s thighs.

“MMmmm…” The slumbering giant began to stir as the changes settled, his sleepy groan coming out as a low, bassy rumble.  “Hey…sorry…totally drifted off,” he said, flashing a sleepy smile when he saw Andy staring at him from the desk.  “Everything okay?  You’ve got a weird…look on…FUCK!”  Scott’s shocked roar shook the walls when he finally looked down at himself, his mountainous frame shooting up with surprising speed given its size.  “Babe!  What the fuck?!   What…what did you do?!” he bellowed, poking at his bloated bulk with widened, stubby fingers.  He shook his head as he looked around the room, finally registering his increased height as well as width.  “I’m fucking huge!”

Faced with his lover’s shock, Andy finally felt his first pang of regret.  “I know!  I’m sorry!  I just…I just, like…I needed you to…you said I could!” he stammered, unable to pry his eyes from the demigod towering before him.  Even seated, Scott loomed like a force of nature, his very presence heavy with the weight his muscle implied.

“I…I know I did, hon, but we could’ve at least talked about OH MY GOD IS THAT MY COCK?!” Scott’s huge new hand shot down to the fleshy piston, his stubble-covered jaw dropping when he felt the heft of his altered organ and swollen balls.  His free hand still absently roamed across the fur-peppered landscape of his pecs, his head spinning as he rapidly recognized his altered range of motion.  Everything was heavy and rubbed together and fought for space with the rest of his body, an ongoing battle that sent little bursts of pleasure through his expansive frame.  “Sweety…this is…this is a lot…” he sputtered, clearing his throat when he recognized how much deeper his voice was.  “Where the fuck did my hair go!” he yelped a moment later when he caught sight of his reflection, his hulking arm doubling in size as he reached up and ran a calloused hand over the buzzed remains.

“Kind of all over,” Andy said, his tone meek as he sat next to Scott on the bed and ran his hand along the other man’s dusted bulk.  They both marveled at the new size difference between them, and although they’d have to confirm with a measuring tape, it looked like the brunette bruiser now topped out around the 6’6” mark.

“This isn’t funny, babe…I’m freaking out,” Scott said, a slight grin forming despite his fear.  “Wait…why am I calling you ‘babe’ and ‘hon’ and ‘sweety’,” he asked, a heavy arm wrapping around the now-smaller blonde.  “What exactly did you put in the prompt?”

Andy shivered at the size of the muscled limb as it held him close to the hulking hunk.  “You know, nothing too crazy,” he said, batting his eyes up at the bigger man.  “Just that you’d be a tall gay muscle daddy with a body and a cock that were almost too big for clothes.”

“WHAT?!”  Scott’s massive frame went red as he looked down at himself, his eyes widening at the rush of foreign memories.  “Guess that explains the jockstrap…”

“I said ALMOST too big.  Almost!  What…what are you remembering right now,” Andy asked, unable to keep from reaching out and wrapping a hand around the other man’s thick club.  The imposing organ had to be close to ten inches and was so wide that he could just barely close his hand all the way around it, a fact that made his jaw ache and his hole quiver in anticipation.  As with Scott when he’d undergone his own transformation a few weeks prior, Andy could still only remember his friend as he’d been.  Whoever made the changes was apparently spared the new memories, though the person who’d been warped wasn’t so lucky.

“A lot of real big, real tight clothes,” Scott groaned.  “Fuck, hon…my shit is just out there all the time now,” he said with a shocked laugh as he suddenly recalled his mammoth package bulging obscenely out of whatever he wore.  Despite the XXXL size of his muscle shirts and joggers, Scott’s mammoth new body refused to be contained.  The casual athleisure gear was all the towering titan ever wore anymore, and only then when he absolutely had to, filling the rest of the gaps in the newly christened hulk’s memories with images of himself spilling out of pointless jockstraps.  Scott blushed even harder when he pulled the thread tied to those last images, recalling his new source of income and how he’d joined Andy on his OnlyFriends journey to build their own little pornographic empire online.  “Oh…oh wow…it really IS just out there all the time now,” he sighed, his head spinning.  “Is this what it was like for you?”

Andy nodded.  “I’m sorry.  In retrospect, this might’ve been a really shitty plan.  I don’t know what I was…”

“You were pissed off and lonely,” Scott interrupted.  “I mean, babe.  Come on.  I’ve known you for how long?  I’m not oblivious, I just didn’t know how to fix it.  I was trying my best, but this…this might’ve done it,” he chuckled, flexing his free arm.  “And no, I’m not mad at you.  I’m surprised as hell at the moment, but I get it.”

Andy could feel himself melting in the other man’s embrace.  “It’s just…it was an accident when you did it, but this was…”

“A delayed result of that same accident.  And now we’re even.  In a lot of ways,” Scott rumbled, tilting Andy’s head up to face him.  “I loved you before…but this is…intense.  The things I’m feeling right now?  The things I want to do?  Fuck, babe…” he broke off in a growl and leaned in for a long, rough kiss before effortlessly manhandling Andy onto his lap.  “So a muscle daddy, huh?  Guess that explains all the hair, and why I’m suddenly so possessive of my little man,” he cooed, a giant hand reaching down to swallow Andy’s twitching cock.  “I thought you just called me that ‘cause it embarrassed me.  If I’d have known you really wanted a big, strong man to pound the fuck out of that pussy, I’d have been happy to help.”  It was the blonde’s turn to blush.  Scott had gone out of his way since the initial transformation to take things slow and be accommodating, letting Andy call the shots so he didn’t seem like he was taking advantage.  Now, the hungry look in the bigger brunette’s eyes told the blonde those days were officially over.  To prove the point, Scott shifted him back onto the bed as if he weighed nothing, roughly flipping him over onto his stomach and pulling his hips into the air.  “We’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

“MMMMmmmm…” Andy moaned when a pair of Scott’s stubby fingers slipped inside.  His friend had reluctantly fingered him before, but it had been nothing like the vigorous stretching he currently received.  Then, Scott had seemed to experience the embarrassment that Andy no longer could, though he displayed none of that hesitation now.  “Fuuuuck that feels good…”

Scott’s free hand gave Andy’s plump cheek a rough swat.  “Of course it does.  I know what my man likes,” he grunted, sounding almost surprised to realize that he did, in fact, know how to play Andy’s bottom-heavy build like an instrument.  He’d been more than proficient to begin with, but their deepened connection added an extra layer of intimacy.  Before, he’d been a largely-straight man “helping” his bro out of a mess he’d unintentionally created.  He’d been legitimately aroused and hadn’t been doing anything out of pity, but now it was different.  Now, that straight man filter had been removed entirely, leaving only a deep, almost overwhelming love for the gorgeous, curvy hunk squirming at the end of his fingers.  Scott knew that he should have been angry regardless of the permission he’d given his friend, but he’d meant what he’d said before.  When he looked at Andy now, he didn’t think it was possible to stay mad at his beautiful blonde lover.  All he wanted to do was protect him, his natural “big brother” instincts getting dialed up to eleven with his new size.  Scott had always been that way, and now, as he saw himself looming over his friends, he leaned into that paternal “daddy” vibe even more, just as Andy desired.  More than anything, he wanted the people he cared about to be happy, especially his curvy counterpart, and if getting turned into a bloated beast of a man is what made that happen, then so be it.  “How we doin’ baby?  Still feeling good?”

“MMmhhhhmmm,” Andy whimpered into the sheets, his fingers bunching the thin fabric.  He loved the way Scott had swapped out his normal “dude”, “bro” and “man” for things like “baby”, “sweety”, and “hon”, the possessive, condescending edge turning him on even more.

“You ready for the real thing?”  Knowing the answer before his friend gave it, Scott pulled his fingers free and grabbed Andy’s hips again.  With the same ease as before he flipped the blonde over onto his back and hoisted his legs into the air, tugging him into position.

“That chest hair feels so weird against my thighs,” Andy giggled as Scott loomed over him.  “You are, like, so fucking hot right now I can’t stand it.”

“Look who’s talking,” the bigger man grunted, gradually pushing his fattened cock into his friend.  He went slow so as not to hurt the other man, though it quickly became apparent that Andy’s capable bottom was more than up to the task.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” the blonde sputtered, his jaw going slack.  Finally having all of his boxes checked was overwhelming on its own, and the fact that they were now being checked by Scott only added to the intensity.

There were no more words after that, only the chaotic din of high whimpers, deep grunts, groaning mattresses, and slamming headboards.  Scott took Andy again and again, his thickened rod proving every bit as capable as the blonde hoped, while his thickened, hairy body served as the perfect delivery method for the blissful pounding.  For his part, Scott was quickly growing accustomed to his new shape, already loving the surge of raw, primal power that his hulking physique brought him.  He’d never been one of those guys at the gym who always wanted to get bigger, but, now that he had, he could see the appeal.  Instead of being embarrassed, Scott now felt a swell of pride at the thought of his perpetually exposed bulk and bulge, and how he inevitably turned heads wherever he went.  He had a lot for people to look at, and he was happy to let them.  At the end of the day it was only one set of eyes that mattered anyway, and in them he had nothing to worry about.

When they finally wore each other out, the altered pair lay in a sticky, sweaty heap on the disheveled bed.  Andy draped himself against Scott’s furry torso like it was a body pillow, while the bigger man gently clung to his friend’s pummeled cheeks.

“Okay…I don’t regret it anymore,” Andy sighed, still reeling from the pounding he’d just received.  He’d never felt anything even remotely like it before, and already he couldn’t wait to do it again.

“Yeah…that was…this body is…wow…” Scott panted, equally dazed.

“I didn’t just mean you, daddy,” Andy grinned, flexing his cheeks against his friend’s hands.  “Me…us…all of it.  Just think about who we were a couple months ago.  And now?  This still feels so weird, but so right.”

Scott kissed the top of Andy’s head, a hand gently gliding along the other man’s back.  “You really should’ve taken me up on my offer sooner.”

“Bitch, don’t you dare try and act like you knew this shit would all work out,” Andy laughed, giving one of Scott’s enlarged, nubby nipples a rough pinch.  “What I’m hearing is that I saved our asses.  Like always.”

“If it makes you feel better to think that.  I’m a big enough man…literally…to let you have this one,” Scott said, shrugging his mammoth shoulders.  Before he could continue he was cut off by a loud series of rumbles from his expanded stomach, eliciting a laugh from Andy.

“I’m on it,” the blonde grinned, reluctantly slipping off his friend and climbing from the bed.  He trotted over to the dresser and pulled out one of the draping muscle shirts that had replaced Scott’s former clothes, the loose top fitting him like a gown.  “You always get hungry afterwards…guess some things don’t change.”

“What can I say?  I’m a growing boy,” Scott winked.