Bottoming Out

By screamingmoist published April 16, 2019
Summary

A man grows his friend into the perfect revenge.

Joe was exhausted. He was starving, thirsty and freezing. He’d been sitting naked in the same spot for nearly twelve hours, leaving his legs and back stiff from the solid, unforgiving seat. He’d sit for another twelve if he had to. If the legends were true, and he told himself over and over with a growing desperation they had to be, it would all be worth it in the end.

He knew going into things that it could be a fool’s errand. It certainly sounded crazy enough on the surface. Making a deal in the dead of night with a mysterious creature in the woods? It was nonsense. The rational part of his brain was telling him to get up and walk away, that he was just wasting his time. The angry part of his brain, though, was telling him to stay put.

Joe had spent weeks hiking through the surrounding forests trying to find the spot he needed. It couldn’t just be any fallen tree; it needed to be a Hemlock, and it needed to be remote. It had taken him days of searching the internet to find a suitable forest within a day’s drive, and even then it took several weekend trips of nearly getting lost in unmarked wilderness before he found the perfect spot.

It was a five hour drive and a three hour hike, but that was fine with him. It just gave him more time to think about why he was doing this in the first place. He’d wanted to forgive and forget, but Hunter’s torment was relentless. If his friend had just turned him down Joe could have moved on. He knew when he confessed his feelings it was a long shot. Hunter seemed firmly straight, but then again, to most people so did he. And they’d been friends for years. They’d even lived together for a brief stint in college, so at worst Joe was expecting to be told his friend didn’t swing that way. He’d get his feelings off his chest and they’d all move on.

What he hadn’t expected was to be laughed at. Hunter didn’t just gently turn him down, he made him feel foolish. He’d called Joe crazy, amongst several other names, and became furious at the fact that Joe would have even considered the possibility that he might be gay as well.

Even after that disappointing response, Joe could have chalked it up to a shock reaction. He wasn’t just admitting that he had feelings for the other man, he was coming out at the same time. People always reacted differently when learning that the person they thought they knew was really someone else, but no one had responded quite like Hunter. He mocked Joe constantly, telling all of their friends about his declaration of love and outing him to several people in the process. Then he’d just stopped speaking to him altogether.

The whole experience left Joe angry on a level he’d never even thought possible. He was humiliated and betrayed by Hunter, but he was furious with himself. Even now, after everything that had happened, the thought of his friend’s lean, athletic body and bearded face made his stomach flutter. The first thing he saw every time he closed his eyes was the image of his friend when they’d lived together, his deceptively charming grin flashing in his direction while Hunter lounged in his boxers. He could trace the lines of definition covering the other man’s lean, muscled torso, counting the wiry auburn hairs dusting his modest pecs and trailing down his firm abs before exploding out the bottom in a dense coating around his supple thighs. His cock still throbbed whenever he thought about the way his friend’s surprisingly round bottom bubbled out the back of his boxers, or the way Hunter’s soft, shaggy brown hair had felt whenever he’d given it a rough tousle.

Joe knew his feelings were foolish. He was in better shape, with a larger build and more definition than Hunter had. He was more hung, having a solid two inches over his friend’s meager five, and with his short, raven hair and olive skin, he was the more handsome of the two. Joe had absolutely zero difficulty landing interested men; the problem was that he didn’t want them. His heart only wanted Hunter and retribution, and it wanted them at the same time.

So he’d sit on the log for day’s if he had to. He’d strip down, anoint himself with the pungent oils, and offer to pay whatever price was asked if it meant he’d get his wish. Alone in the pitch black forest with nothing but his rage to keep him company, he’d wait.

It was the lack of sound that caught his attention first. His mind had filtered the constant rustling of leaves and snapping of small twigs as white noise, barely registering after hours of sitting in its midst. He didn’t know how long the nocturnal forest had been silent, but he knew he wasn’t alone. The startled young man was afraid to turn his head for fear of what he’d see. He could sense the shape on the log next to him, could smell a musty, spicy aroma that made his eyes water. His heart was pounding in his chest and only the stiffness of his legs kept him from getting up and running.

“Gonna cost ya.” The voice was hoarse and raspy with age, sounding like rattling leaves from a breeze rustling through the treetops.

Joe swallowed hard and tried to sound confident. “I’ll pay.” He shuffled the bag on the ground over towards the thing sitting next to him, getting a quick glance of the bare, gnarled feet and filthy toes capped by hooked, curling nails.

The deep, guttural noise could have been a laugh. “Not with that.”

“Whatever the price…I’ll pay it.” Joe tensed when a bony, inhumanly strong hand reached over and cupped his jaw. He winced in pain as the fingers closed like a vice, forcing his head to turn and look at the withered crone. Her white hair was long and stringy, hanging off her mostly bald scalp in patches and descending down to mingle with her tattered, patchwork clothes. The woman’s pale, wrinkled skin was mottled by dirt and moss, her eyes a sickly, jaundiced yellow, and what few teeth she had were nearly as black as the forest around them as she smiled at Joe. She held the young man’s head in place, her eyes boring into his as a drunken dizziness washed over him. Joe felt like he was floating, the forest around him disappearing into a sea of black. Even the woman vanished until all that remained were the diseased eyes, glowing with an internal radiance as they grew to twin suns hovering in the void.

“Guess you will,” she rasped, finally letting go.

Joe gasped, not realizing he’d been holding his breath the whole time. He was still disoriented and unsure of how long he’d actually been sitting there naked with the strange woman. Did she just show up or had she been there the whole time? A part of him wanted to get up and run, but instead he turned to look where her skeletal arm was pointing.

There he was. Joe knew it had to be an illusion or another part of whatever bizarre hallucination he was having. Logically he knew there was no way his friend could be here, and yet Hunter somehow stood naked before him, his pale skin illuminated by a single, silver strand of moonlight. Joe’s breath caught in his throat, his twitching cock rocketing to attention at the sight of his friend’s trim beard stretching around the charming smile that had sucked him in to begin with. For that moment, Joe could pretend. He’d forgotten what it felt like to see his friend’s grinning, boyish face and not feel a surge of anger.

“You just gonna stand there and stare?”

Joe’s heart raced in his chest at the sound of his friend’s smooth tenor echoing through the silent forest. He wanted to lunge forward and wrap his arms around him, but the shock kept him rooted in place.

“Maybe this’ll help,” Hunter laughed, reaching down to begin tugging his small cock to life. Joe groaned, watching one of his fantasies play out in front of him as the lean man pursed his full lips and let out quiet gasps while he worked his cock and tugged on his heavy balls. Joe’s mouth watered as he watched Hunter’s abs flex in time with his pumping hips, his hand reaching down to knead his own aching cock.

Joe couldn’t hold back any longer. Whatever the thing was didn’t just look like his friend, it felt like him, too. It even smelled like him. Joe had rough housed with Hunter enough over the years to know exactly what his solid frame and soft skin felt like. He knew what kind of soap and deodorant Hunter used, and the cologne he wore. To all of his senses, this WAS his friend wrapped in his arms.

The only thing that felt new was the solid cock digging into his stomach, and the warm tongue probing the inside of his mouth. He’d felt Hunter’s soft beard on his face before, but never while he had two handfuls of the plump rear he’d dreamed about for so long.

“Joe…please…” Hunter moaned, turning in the other man’s arms. He guided Joe’s hands to his oozing cock while he pushed his perky bubble back and gyrated against his friend’s lap. “I need you inside me.”

Joe didn’t waste any time. He spit into his hand, bent Hunter forward, and plunged inside. His friend’s smooth voice broke into a whimpering, cracking howl of pleasure as he squirmed in his grip. Joe’s hands ran up and down the trail of hair on the other man’s abs as he held on tight and bucked his hips, nearly bursting into tears of joy at the sensation of Hunter’s bouncing globes. He’d always loved his friend’s ample bottom the most, and if everything went the way it was supposed to Hunter’s best feature was about to get even better. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment, never wanting it to end.

“Fuuuuuck, Joe…it feels soooo good,” Hunter moaned, his head rolling back on his trim shoulders. “Cum in me,” he begged, grunting like a desperate animal. “I need you to cum in meee…meoOHHhhhoohhhhh….yes…yessss…yeeeeaaaahahahahaha!”

Joe’s eyes shot open at the sudden cackle. The romantic beam of moonlight was gone, taking Hunter with it. Instead of his friend writhing on the end of his dick, Joe was buried inside a fungal, amorphous blob. It was covered in dirt, twigs and leaves, the smell of damp, rotting forest floor wafting off in waves. It wasn’t Hunter’s voice he’d been hearing but the old woman’s, his friend’s smooth tones turning into a harsh, croaking laugh.

He tried to pull away, but the pulsing, shifting mound wouldn’t let go of his still-throbbing cock. Despite the revolting rush of horror, Joe still felt the pressure building. Whatever the thing was, it’s warm, moist vibrations pushed him over the edge. With a loud grunt his whipcord frame jerked and spasmed as he sprayed into the creature.

“The price!” the woman clapped. “Always the price. Could’ve planted a garden but all you get is a seed,” she laughed as Joe kept spraying. And spraying. And spraying. The stuck young man couldn’t believe the torrent he was unleashing. It felt like he’d launched gallons into the strange shape and he was showing no signs of stopping. It left him lightheaded and weak, like the very life was being pulled from him. He was still cumming when he passed out.

Later, when Joe woke up naked and shivering on the forest floor, he was alone. Faint beams of early morning sun trailed down through the dense canopy, lighting up the small clouds of fog that stood as ethereal witness to the night’s strange events. There was no sign of the woman or the thing she’d conjured, and the offering he’d brought was still sitting next to the fallen tree, leaving him to wonder if it had all been a dehydration-induced hallucination. He got dressed and stumbled out of the woods on shaking legs, hoping whatever price he’d really paid would all be worth it.


Hunter stood naked in front of the mirror, cocking his head from side to side. He turned to the left, then the right, then in a slow circle, all the while staring at his bare, round cheeks. Something looked off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Literally. He’d noticed an odd feeling in the shower, like his skin was crawling with an itch he couldn’t find and that wouldn’t go away. He palmed each cheek, giving them a rough squeeze and shuddering at the foreign sensation that ran through him. They felt bigger than they should, but he told himself that was impossible. He watched his diet like a hawk and hadn’t changed his workout routine at all, which meant his lean, athletic build should remain exactly was it was.

That was the point. Hunter worked hard to make sure he stayed ripped and toned without getting bulky. He had no desire to wind up like the meatheads on his softball team, always trying to get bigger arms and bigger pecs. It was too much work. He liked being wiry and solid, his trim frame inflating impressively when he flexed, and he knew if he got too big it would only make his smallish cock look even more so. Tone and proportion were his goals, leaving him with a shredded body and a handsome, sharply featured face.

Which is why the idea of his ass getting bigger worried him. His plump cheeks were already too large compared to the rest of his lean body, but there was nothing he’d been able to do about it. His body just seemed to store its extra weight there, and while he’d been able to work it to his advantage, he wasn’t looking for it to get any bigger.

“Already attracts the wrong crowd,” he sighed, absently squeezing at one of the globes while his free hand stroked through the dark trail at the base of his abs. Girls thought his perky bubble was cute, but the prominent backside was like a magnet for guys. Enough people already wondered if he was gay because of his tight clothes and trim build; he didn’t need anything adding to that.

He posed in front of the mirror, one hand still locked on his rear while the other drifted down to toy with his hardening cock. Jerking off to his reflection was a favorite pastime, nothing getting him off quite like the thought of himself.

“Mmmhhmm….fuck yeah…” he moaned to himself as he flexed his tight pecs and stroked away, a smug grin on his bearded face. “That’s right fellas…you can look, but you can’t touooooohhh!” His sultry tone turned into a high squeal when he unexpectedly went up on his toes and sprayed like a hose all over the mirror. “Wha…what the fuck was that?!” he panted as he watched his reflection turn an embarrassed crimson. He hadn’t even noticed his fingers pressing against his hole until he felt the reluctance to pull them away.

Hunter did his best not to think about how tight his boxers felt when he slid them on, still telling himself that his ass couldn’t have grown overnight. Especially not enough to make his normally baggy boxers this snug. The thin, worn cotton was plastered to his thighs, pulling the fly open enough to let his bush and spent rod poke free. Since he worked from home and didn’t have any meetings that day he decided against putting anything else on. Usually he at least liked to act as if he was going into an office, but his body still tingled form his recent release and he didn’t want to spoil that.

That tingling only got worse as the morning went on. Hunter squirmed in his chair constantly, unable to focus on anything but the odd sensation coming from his lower half. There was a growing tightness, like his legs had been wrapped in plastic. He wondered if he’d pulled a muscle at the last practice but there wasn’t any pain, just a constant sense of pressure. And it wasn’t unpleasant. Every now and then when he squirmed another jolt would shoot through him, causing him to gasp and start in his chair. His cock jumped every time, twitching and throbbing until it felt like he hadn’t gotten off in days, not mere hours.

“Okay…this is fuckin’ weird,” he sighed, rubbing his face in frustration. He pushed away from his desk and stood, stretching his toned arms overhead and swaying on his feet. His balance was off, something he attributed to simply standing up too fast until he took his first step. There was a loud rip, followed by a rush of air and a sense of freedom. “Wha…I mean…how did…” he stammered, reaching around behind to feel the exposed patches of skin hanging out from the large tear in the back of his boxers.

He darted over to the mirror, trembling as he felt the shifting weight at his lower back. His steps felt heavier, and there was a strange rippling with each footfall. He always had a little bit of a bounce when he walked, but not this much.

“SHIT!” he gasped, his jaw dropping. He went pale, then red with embarrassment when he turned and looked at the plump mounds fighting their way from his tattered underwear. As impossible as it seemed, his round apple bottom actually had grown larger. He peeled out of the tight boxers, marveling at how even the small amount of growth warped his tight profile. The thick cheeks seemed to pull upwards even as they expanded outwards, showing the beginnings of a shelf-like protrusion. “This…this shouldn’t be possibbbuuuuuUUHHHHNNNNN!”

Hunter’s eyes went wide, his knees buckling as he bellowed. He’d reached around to prod his inflated bottom, but as soon as his hand made contact it darted deep into his valley, seeking out his tight hole like a magnet. “Guuhhh….goddamn…this is…fuuuuuuck…” the lean man panted, falling to his knees. He couldn’t stop himself. He’d never been even remotely interested in ass play, no matter how hot the girl was who wanted him to try, but the waves of bliss rocking his body made him suddenly rethink that decision. He was coherent enough to be embarrassed as he heard his pathetic whimpers and watched his reflection dig around between its too-large cheeks, he just couldn’t do anything about it. The handsome jock was well aware that he was on his knees, frantically playing with his asshole, but when his virgin button swallowed his fingers of its own accord nothing else mattered.

He let out a wordless shriek, slipping in extra fingers to join the pair rooting around his insides. His untouched cock was spasming violently, launching sticky strands from the oozing head as it jerked and twitched from his internal massaging. Hunter felt like there should have been pain. His virgin entryway had never been penetrated in such a manner, but it was like he was built for it. His fingers slid in and out effortlessly, gliding with silky grace across unknown vistas of pleasure.

Hunter had no idea what he was doing. He grunted against the floor as he writhed, pumping his hips to work his fingers in deeper. The motion caused his enlarged cheeks to bounce alarmingly, but he was more focused on the way the shaking and bouncing sent more darts of bliss through him. He stumbled over to his bed so he could get a better angle, howling and writhing as he fingered himself for what felt like hours. He only stopped when his phone buzzed, reminding him that he needed to get ready for practice. His spent cock had long ago ceased spraying but he’d continued to go at his hole, unable to resist the electric new sensations.

“Wait..they…they ARE bigger!?” Hunter’s jaw fell open when he stumbled out of bed and saw the obviously inflated globes. There was absolutely no denying it anymore. Impossible or not, his ass was growing. The now-plump cheeks were approaching the size of small melons, far too large to fit into any of his boxers. He tried to squeeze into multiple pairs before giving up and deciding to go commando under his gym shorts, cursing himself for not buying baggier styles. Even the elastic mesh was a tight squeeze, leaving none of his growing bottom or his short little cock to the imagination.

He told himself it would be fine. It was just the guys tonight, not the whole team. He was getting together with Mac, Bryan and Tom to field some balls, and his flopping cock was nothing they hadn’t seen before. He’d make up an excuse about it being laundry day and move on. As soon as he arrived he knew that plan wasn’t going to work.

“Damn! You borrow your sisters shorts or something,” Bryan laughed as soon as Hunter walked up and he saw the other man’s outlined cheeks nearly bouncing free of the small shorts.

“What? It’s laundry day,” Hunter said, trying to act casual. He blushed despite himself as his friends stared, feeling as exposed as if he’d been naked. “Oh!” he couldn’t hold back a gasp when Tom reached out and gave his ass a swat, a strange thrill running through him at the sound of his friend’s laughing.

“Look at that jiggle!” the tall man clapped. “I always knew you had a fat ass, dude, but that’s…confusing…”

“Nothing confusing about it,” Mac grumbled, raising an eyebrow as he licked his lips in Hunter’s direction.

The flustered Hunter took a deep breath and tried not to shudder at the sight of his burly friend grabbing his crotch through his shorts. Everything about what just happened was confusing, especially the way he felt. Instead of shooting back insults and telling his friends to fuck off, Hunter wilted, feeling bashful and insecure. Normally he would have made a joke of the whole scenario, but now it was all he could do to keep from shaking. “Can we just get started,” he asked, sounding whinier than intended.

He jogged out onto the field as a reflex, immediately regretting the decision. As soon as Hunter started running the uncontrollable bouncing at his rear caused his cock to twtich and harden. Worse, the motion forced the shorts to ride down, exposing the top third of his expansive new globes and the beginning of the deep rift between them for everyone to see. Before he could try and cover himself Tom had jogged out, laughing at the pink strip of supple flesh that the back of his shirt rested on instead of covered.

The taller man reached over to tug the shorts further down as a joke, his hand stopping halfway when he saw the lump in the front. “Oh shit! Guys! He’s fuckin’ hard out here!” Tom called, pointing at the small tent in Hunter’s shorts.

Hunter blushed and looked around frantically, grateful that the park was mostly empty at this time of night. “It happens, alright,” he said defensively. “You’ve never had a boner before? It’ll go away…let’s just practice…”

Tom shook his head and wrinkled his nose. “Uh, no way, dude. I’m not running around out here with your hard little dick wagging all over the place.” The tall jock nodded over at the fieldhouse in the distance. “Go take care of that shit.”

Hunter looked back at Mac and Bryan but knew he’d get no help or sympathy from his two friends. He’d react exactly the same way if he’d been in their position. With a frustrated grunt he trotted over to the fieldhouse, feeling humiliated as Tom loudly declared to the other two that he was going to go jerk off.

“Just need to get my shit together,” Hunter sighed to the empty locker room as he paced back and forth, trying to will his stubborn cock soft. The constant shifting of his bare cheeks against the clinging mesh of his shorts wasn’t helping, nor was the warm breeze wafting against the exposed tops of his globes. He was starting to worry that the issue wasn’t his shorts riding down as much as it was his ass continuing to outgrow them, but he told himself that was impossible.

“You good in here?”

Hunter didn’t know why his stomach fluttered when he looked up to see Mac’s smug face grinning at him from the doorway. “Yeah, I just need a minute. Fuck, man, I don’t know what’s up with me today…”

Mac laughed, his meaty arms flexing as he reached up to adjust the baseball cap on his head. “I think we all know what’s up, dude. You’ve been sniffin’ for cock all along, haven’t you?”

Hunter’s fluttering stomach dropped. “What? No! Of course not…I just…I’m having a weird day…”

“Hey, none of us care, you just don’t need to be so obvious about it, you know? That ass in those shorts is like a flashing invitation.” The brawny man laughed and tilted his head to the side, loving how Hunter squirmed under his stern gaze.

“But I’m not! I don’t know what…what…” Hunter trailed off, his lean chest heaving as Mac stepped closer. He was confused why the stocky man was acting like this was normal. His friend should have known that his ass wasn’t supposed to be this big, nor should the beefy jock have been acting like he was interested in it.

Mac laughed as he reached a piston arm forward, sliding it into the back of Hunter’s shorts and gripping a pillowy globe as he pulled the other man forward. He squeezed and kneaded the yielding mound before letting his stubby digits slip against the wiry man’s aching hole. “Dude, look at you…you’re like a bitch in heat.”

“HHHuuuhnnnhhhnnn…” Hunter moaned, leaning against Mac’s solid torso for support as his friend’s strong, wide fingers made their way inside him.

“Nice and tight,” the big man purred, his deep voice rumbling against Hunter’s smaller, trembling body. He grinned when his friend started kneading his bigger, bulging pecs, a wild, desperate look in his eyes. “You want me to fuck you right now, don’t you?”

“Yeeuuuhh….yes!” Hunter cried, burying his face against Mac’s chest. He was mortified at how small and out of control he felt in his friend’s arms. He should have been one of the boys, able to hold his own against even his bigger, brawny teammates, not be begging to get fucked by them. The small part of him that was still fighting for control was equally alarmed at how small Mac’s meaty paw felt on his fattened globes, but that part was drowned out by the all-consuming need. “Pl…please…” he begged.

“You’re gonna have to warm me up first,” Mac said, pulling his hand free and stepping away as he nodded down at his shorts.

The emptiness was painful. As soon as Mac’s stout digits were removed Hunter was hit with a yearning that nearly knocked him off his feet. The trim young man had never been starving or dying of thirst before, but he imagined the sensations were similar. He didn’t even stop to think about it as he tugged Mac’s shorts and boxer briefs down in one motion, slurping the other man’s thick, sweaty cock into his mouth. He gasped at the how large his soft cheeks felt squishing against his furry calves as he sat back on his legs and bobbed his bearded face in earnest. Instead of disgust, the musky scent and feeling of Mac’s hardening cock against his tongue filled him with joy. That rigid cock was going to bring sweet relief as soon as he got it ready.

“Oh…okay…easy champ,” Mac laughed, stopping Hunter’s deep-throating. “You got it goin’…now let’s finish it.”

Hunter started trembling again, this time from excitement, as Mac guided him up from the ground and manhandled him against a wall of lockers. He leaned forward and thrust his shaking mounds back, gasping when the tight shorts were roughly tugged down.

“Whooooo, goddamn, bro,” Mac whistled, giving Hunter’s ass a hard swat that set it in motion. He spread the supple soccer balls and pushed inside, his satisfied sigh drowned out by the other man’s high pitch wail.

Hunter nearly started drooling as he leaned against the cool metal of the lockers, hanging on to consciousness by a thread. He was overwhelmed by everything that was happening, his lean muscle melting against the onslaught of ecstasy. Mac’s rough hands glued to his trim hips made him feel even smaller than his friend’s towering brawn already did. Any parts of himself that were able to register the fact that he was getting fucked by another man for the first time were nothing more than quiet, harmless voices on the breeze. Had he been able, the former varsity athlete would have appreciated the symbolism of losing his virginity to a meathead jock in a locker room. It was the kind of things they did with the cheerleaders, only this time he was the one who’s ample bottom was getting stuffed.

“Holy shit…we thought you guys were kidding…”

Hunter was so far gone that he couldn’t even muster a sense of embarrassment when he turned his head and saw the other guys watching his brains get fucked out. He could feel his small, oozing cock slapping up and down in front of everyone, but their attention was more focused on the clapping cheeks.

“Nah…he’s…really into it…” Mac grunted. The big man was like a machine, rolling his hips with expert precision.

“We can hear him all the way in the parking lot,” Bryan grinned. The chiseled blonde folded his arms over his impressive chest, laughing when Hunter’s glassy eyes landed on the bulge in his shorts.

“He’s…he’s a…screamer…” Mac grunted, driving in deep. The crowd let out a roar of laughter at Hunter’s high pitched shriek that followed. “See?”

“He’s still thirsty for it,” Bryan said, wagging his hips back and forth. “Look at him…he can’t take his eyes off it.”

“We gonna take turns?” Mike, a short, stocky brunette stepped forward, licking his lips as he ran a hand over his buzzed scalp. The compact jock’s shorts were already tenting from the twitching beast underneath.

“I guess that’s up to him,” Tom said. The tall stud lifted the bottom of his muscle shirt to show off the outline of his long hose as he grabbed it through his shorts. “You want some of this?”

Hunter nodded and opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a low, hungry moan.


“Uhhh…uh-huh…yeah…fuuuuuuck yes…” Hunter hissed, his face buried in the mattress. His fingers clutched the sheets while his inflating ass wagged and shook in the air. The vibrator buzzing against his insides felt good, but it paled in comparison to what happened the night before.

The guys had taken him over and over, and he’d loved every second of it. He felt like he should be embarrassed, or at least worried about his still-growing backside, but there wasn’t room for anxiety and mind-numbing bliss at the same time. Never in his wildest dreams did he even think pleasure like that was physically possible.

Mac taking him against the lockers was wonderful, but Bryan fucking him on all fours while he sucked Tom was even better. And when the tall jock had flipped him onto his back and hoisted his legs in the air he couldn’t imagine anything better. He didn’t even mind when the guys pulled his shirt off and laughed at the way his small cock oozed against his abs. It didn’t matter that they called him thirsty and desperate because that’s exactly what he was. They could laugh at him and call him whatever they wanted, they could do whatever they wanted, as long as they used their gorgeous cocks to bring him the relief he needed. He was still surprised at how perfect each one had felt. Mac’s short, thick cock brought him just as much joy as Bryan’s average pole, and Tom’s long, thin snake felt just as good with his heavy balls slapping against him as the others had.

When they were finally done with him and had gone their separate ways Hunter was a junkie needing a fix. He’d stopped at the porn shop on the way home, filling his arms with vibrators and dildos like an alcoholic in a liquor store. He didn’t care about the tiny shorts that barely fit or the odd looks he got. He didn’t even care about the obvious cum dried on his face and in his beard, or the sticky trails running down his thighs. He just needed to get home and play with his new toys.

Even the flashes of dread he felt at his changing appearance couldn’t quench his thirst. When he’d first met up with the guys yesterday his round cheeks had inflated to the size of small melons, and when he’d finally passed out in bed they were like basketballs. The growth had continued overnight and he’d awoken that morning to find his lower back lifted off the bed by what seemed like small beach balls strapped to his lower back. The gravity defying mounds were freakishly huge, looking surgically altered in their impossible size. He appeared photoshopped, his trim waist exploding outwards at the colossal cheeks and chunky thighs that had widened to compensate. None of his underwear or pants would even come close to fitting, but as soon as he was awake the only thing he could think about was getting something inside him.

In a fit of denial he’d tried to work and go about a normal day. That lasted less than an hour before he was back on his bed, howling and whimpering as he shoved various sized silicone rods inside him. He’d eventually settled on the vibrator at its highest setting, but even that just barely scratched the itch.

“Hunter!”

The whimpering jock paused at the unexpected voice, blinking in a daze as he looked around his room. He went bright red when he eventually landed on the face of his boss on his computer screen, the network connection somehow having been pulled up. The older man was equally crimson and obviously flustered as he stared at Hunter’s naked, writhing body on the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing young man? You turned your camera on…the entire office has been watching you…you…do whatever the hell it is that you’re doing! The obscenities you want to engage in on your own time are your business, but doing…that…at work, in front of everyone, is beyond the line. Consider yourself terminated.”

“No! Wait, sir!” The realization that he’d just literally been fucking himself in front of all of his coworkers was enough to jar Hunter back to his senses. He hopped off the bed, waddling over to the computer before he realized that only further showed off his oozing five inches. The screen blinked out and went dark before he could say anything else, leaving him to stare at the reflection of his mountainous rear spilling out from behind his tiny waist.

“Oh…oh god…this is really happening…” he stammered, the terror finally beginning to surface. “I’ve gotta…I’ve gotta get help. This isn’t possible.” He frantically pulled on a shirt, the tight, thin cotton resting on the ninety degree shelf sprouting from his back. Pants were a futile endeavor, and he lumbered out into the rest of the house in search of something he could cover his lower half with. He winced as each thunderous step sent tidal waves rippling through his clapping mounds, a pit forming in his stomach when he thought about just how thick and disproportionately bottom heavy he’d become.

“Hunter? Hello?”

As he was stumbling around his living room in a horrified daze, there was a knock at his door. The lumbering man froze, painfully aware of his exposed state. The voice sounded familiar, and he breathed a short sigh of confused relief when he realized it was Joe on the other side. He didn’t know why his friend had randomly shown up, but at least it was someone he knew. Then Hunter remembered how things currently stood between them. Lately he’d started to feel guilty about how he’d been treating the other man, but in his current state he was in no position to hash their drama out.

“Uh, I can see you, dude.”

Hunter yelped when he looked over and saw Joe looking in at him through an open window. In his panic he hadn’t even noticed that he’d been waddling around with the blinds up, his massive, shaking cheeks on display for the entire neighborhood to see. He hurried over to the door and cracked it wide enough for his friend to slip inside. “Get…get in here,” he said, quickly shutting the door behind him.

“That’s…uh…wow.”

Hunter turned and saw Joe giving him a stunned look, his eyes glued to his altered rear. He started to cover himself but realized it was pointless, sighing and sagging his shoulders instead. “What’re you doing here?”

“Mac posted an interesting video last night so I thought I should come check on you…” Joe said, pulling out his phone to show Hunter the video of himself getting plowed by his softball buddies.

The bottom heavy jock felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach for the second time that morning when he thought about the hundreds of friends who’d woken up to see him begging to have his plumped cheeks fucked by a group of guys. “Oh…oh god…” he moaned. “I can’t believe they…everyone saw that! Fuck!” He stomped a foot in frustration, immediately regretting it as the wave-like ripples nearly knocked him off his feet.

“I know things are weird between us right now, but I figured you could probably stand to be around some other gay guys at the moment.”

“Thanks, man. I really appre…” Hunter trailed off and blushed when it occurred to him what he’d just agreed to. “I mean, I’m not! At least I don’t think I am?” he sighed, burying his face in his hands. “I don’t know what to think at the moment. I’m a fuckin’ freak, man…look at me!”

“Oh, believe me, I am,” Joe laughed. He stepped forward and put a hand on Hunter’s waist, just above one of the gravity-defying mounds. “That’s, uh, that’s a lotta ass.”

“It’s not possible though…right? People don’t just grow giant asses in a day! And it’s not just big it’s…” he gasped when Joe’s hand slid down and squeezed.

“Sensitive?”

“Very,” he groaned, torn between wanting to pull away and wanting Joe’s other hand to join in.

The dark haired man shrugged, acting as if Hunter’s altered body was no different than his friend deciding to change his haircut. “You’ve always had a pretty giant butt, dude.”

“Not like this! No one has an ass like this!”

“Lucky you, then,” Joe laughed.

“It’s not funny! What am I supposed to do with this thing?!”

“You seemed to have the hang of it last night.”

Hunter shifted his weight from foot to foot, his body tingling at the memory. He didn’t want to admit that there was a growing part of him that was eager to replay the scenario at his current size. “But…I’m not just some cum dump for dudes! I don’t want to just get fucked all the time!”

Joe laughed and gave the end of the vibrator a tug. “Then what’s this?”

Hunter sagged against his friend at the electric sensation. In his panic he’d forgotten it was even inside him. “N…no…put…put it back…” he whined, burying his head into Joe’s broad shoulder when the vibrating plug was pulled free. All of his recent protests went out the window, replaced by the all-consuming need to have something inside him.

“But I thought you didn’t want to get fucked?” Joe said, gently stroking Hunter’s head.

“I don’t know what I want!” Hunter cried, squirming. “I’ve never even…before yesterday the thought never even crossed my mind. I’ve fucked plenty of girls in the ass, but never once did I want to be on the receiving end. Until now…” Hunter’s boyish face had a pained look at the admission.

“Okay, how about this,” Joe grinned, reaching down to tug on his friend’s small, solid rod he’d fantasized about for so long. “You’re about to pop, so you could fuck me right now, or I could do the same to you. Which would you prefer?”

“Me!” Hunter barked.

“See? That seemed easy.”

Hunter wanted to argue, but the longer he listened to Joe and the longer his ass was empty, the more sense his friend made. He was resisting out of fear, because he felt like he should, not out of desire. The horror and humiliation he felt at his changing appearance was driven by his straight-guy vanity, not the mind melting sensations his inflated additions brought him. He was worried about how women would view him as a reflex, not because he was still interested in them. Sticking his dick in someone else paled in comparison to being on the receiving end.

And it didn’t matter if people viewed him as a freak so long as they viewed him in the first place. Hunter wanted the world to see his one-of-a-kind thickness as much as he desperately wanted to be stuffed and used. The straight, pretty-boy jock had never felt half as good as he did now, and he could feel that way all the time if he just stopped fighting.

“Still with me?” Joe laughed when Hunter spasmed as he shook a heavy globe.

“Sorry…spaced out there for a second,” the lean man sighed, reaching down to grip Joe’s hardening cock through his friend’s jeans. “Be honest…did you come over here to help me out, or did you come over here to finally see if you could hit it?”

“Not gonna lie…I’m a little offended that you didn’t call me first when you had this awakening. I’m not good enough?”

Hunter’s mouth watered at the memories of Joe’s whipcord body and the way his friend filled out the tiny briefs he liked to wear. He already had the other man’s fly undone and was fishing out the twitching rod while his other hand slid up under Joe’s shirt to stroke his firm, hairy abs. “Nah, nothing like that. I just didn’t think you’d want to see me after the way I acted…”

Joe jammed his exposed rod against Hunter’s stomach as he bent down to kiss his friend’s neck. “I think you’re about to make it up to me.”

Hunter whimpered and pulled Joe along behind him to his bedroom, peeling out his shirt on the way. He climbed up unceremoniously onto his bed on all fours, wagging his supple trunk in his friend’s direction. “All yours,” he purred, a hungry look in his eyes.

“Not so fast,” Joe said as he shucked his own outfit. Finally coming face to face with both his fantasy and his revenge, he didn’t want to rush. He could already tell the second part of the change was taking place based on how relaxed and eager Hunter seemed, so they had all the time in the world.

Hunter closed his eyes and took a deep breath when he felt Joe’s hands spreading his globes apart, but he wasn’t prepared for what came next. “oOOOOIiiiiIIEEEeeee!” He wailed, jerking and thrashing on the bed when Joe’s warm, moist tongue started working his deep valley. His friend was relentless. Not matter how much he whimpered and spasmed Joe held him in place, his tongue alternating between pressing against his hungry hole and licking it clean. Hunter couldn’t handle it; the bearded jock felt like he was getting fucked and blown at the same time. Even the stab of embarrassment he felt at the realization that he was being eaten out the way he used to eat out girls couldn’t dull his bliss. His cock sprayed all over the sheets but still he begged for more.

Joe was all too happy to oblige. The reality of what he’d done was even better than he could have hoped for. The sight of the new Hunter, with his monstrous rear and desperate attitude, had nearly made Joe explode the second he’d seen his altered friend. It was a far cry from the smug jock who’d teased and tormented him, but Joe felt like he’d done his friend a favor in the long run. Hunter had always been insecure at the size of his perky bubble and uncomfortable at the thought of guys checking his ass out, but now he could embrace both and move on from that. Joe had made sure his friend would have an ass built for one thing that no man, gay or straight, could resist. It wasn’t just unnaturally huge, it was preternaturally pliable and smooth, meaning that Hunter was always tight and ready regardless of a man’s size. After only twenty four hours his friend was already a pro at popping his hips and using his dextrous hole like a third hand, all the while whimpering, wailing and grunting constantly. Like the oversized cheeks, there was no hiding his lust.

Tracing his hands up and over Hunter’s cresting globes, staring at the way the athletic man’s tight waist tapered dramatically inwards above his oversized bottom, Joe knew the price was worth it. “OoohhhOOHhhhhh…fuck…dude…I’m…I’m gonna….uuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhh…” the dark haired man tensed and jammed his cock in deep as a shuddering spasm ran through him. “Holy…holy fuck,” he panted, his softening cock still buried inside his friend.

Hunter looked back over his shoulder, confused. “Did you…?”

Joe shook his head and pulled his still-dry cock free. “Shooting blanks these days,” he said with a shrug. Whatever the creature had been that he’d fucked in the woods, it had literally sucked him dry in the process. He still orgasmed, but his impressive rod and churning balls were empty. Considering how it could have gone, Joe was just glad he could still get off at all.

“Shit, dude, I’m sorry…” Hunter started, unaware that he was offering sympathy for the very act that created him in the first place.

“It’s not like I was gonna have kids anyway,” Joe laughed, pointing at the sopping puddle Hunter left on the bed. “And you seem to have more than enough for both of us.”

“Guess so,” the bottom heavy jock grinned, giving his furry balls a proud squeeze. There was a tense pause as his smile faded and he scooted to the edge of the bed, his meaty new thighs squishing together as he sat high on his rotund cheeks. “Fuck, man, I still don’t know what I’m gonna do…I got fired right before you got here. I don’t have a job, I don’t even have any fuckin’ pants…”

Joe reached over and pulled Hunter down onto the bed, loving how the other man’s supple boulders felt pressing against his lap as they spooned. “We’ll figure it out. I can go get you some stuff to wear, and I can already think of plenty of ways you can make some quick cash.”

Hunter blushed, both at Joe’s implication and how much he liked the idea. He lay contentedly in the other man’s steely arms, kicking himself for ever having been hurtful to such a good friend. He was staring down the barrel of a future spent working his mammoth ass for money, a very different future than the one he’d imagined for himself, and there Joe was, taking care of him like always. He was already determined to make it up to his friend. Whatever Joe wanted, he’d do it, no questions asked.

Joe’s eyes went wide when Hunter rolled over and planted an unexpected kiss. The feeling of his friend’s trimmed beard against his face while their tongues explored each others mouths was everything he’d ever wanted. “Why do I feel like you’re about to ask me for something,” Joe said when Hunter broke it off and flashed the charming grin that always made him melt.

“Before you go to the store…could you, uh, do that thing with your tongue again?”

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