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Overcast, ch. 23: Bullish
🕑 Added 2024-08-03 19:36:07 +0000 UTCJameson grunted, his impressive arms flexing as he fumbled with the knotted cord at the back of his wide neck. The pose perfectly emphasized his strapping physique, and the way his torso tapered inward below his broad shoulders. The thin blue t-shirt was stretched to capacity around his bulging biceps and hefty pecs, the seams on the sides threatening to split as his equally expansive back flexed. In addition to showing off tantalizing hints of the fit hunk’s deep pec cleavage, the shirt’s v-neck cut emphasized the strength of his stubble-covered jaw and the sharpness of his features. Jameson had always been an athletic pretty-boy, with his face and body maintaining a fierce competition to see which could attract the most attention. Wavy, espresso colored hair vied against chiseled arms, while bright eyes and plump lips fought against a tight washboard and a perky bubble. He was smooth skinned and solid, envied and lusted after in equal measure, and just vain enough to appreciate it. The handsome hunk wasn’t an arrogant monster; he just knew he looked good and wanted to keep it that way. He wanted to look good at the gym, in the locker room, or anywhere he’d linger without his clothes on. And, most importantly, he wanted to look good for Scott. His boyfriend was every bit the fit hunk that he was himself, only with a slightly smaller build and lighter, sandy hair, adding a sense of urgency to Jameson’s vanity. Though he’d never say it out loud, and Scott had certainly never done anything to make him feel this way, he didn’t want to be seen as the less-attractive half of their partnership.
Which is why he’d purchased the talisman in the first place. Jameson knew on a logical level that he was only twenty six, that he was still far from “old” territory, but he lived in constant dread of the day his youthful metabolism would finally run out of steam. He’d already honed his diet with surgical precision and he still worked out constantly, the only two factors within his control. Yet, despite his current success with that strategy, Jameson wasn’t content with letting things take their natural course. Neither he nor Scott made anywhere near enough money to afford a caster, even an off-market one, but that didn’t mean supernatural options were off the table. They lived in a world where magic literally happened every day; sometimes you just had to look harder to find it.
For Jameson, success had come through an obscure online bazaar. He worked from home as an IT support specialist for a small company, which meant he had plenty of time to plumb the depths of the internet in search of his goal. Casters were out of the question, and he didn’t trust the websites that promised quick, simple results even though the anxious Adonis wasn’t after anything overly complicated. He wasn’t looking for a new body or a full makeover; he just wanted a magical insurance plan to keep him at his prime for as long as possible. He’d finally found it in the form of a bull talisman, an enchanted necklace in the shape of a small, brass bovine skull that promised to impart the traits of its namesake. In this case, that meant strength, virility, and a primal potence, all of the things that Jameson had been after. Each necklace was supposedly enchanted by an actual practitioner, and the dark-haired hunk appreciated that the website had been upfront about results not being guaranteed. They said that each talisman could vary depending on the wearer’s aura and personal energy field, with some people seeing subtle results and others encountering more dramatic transformations. It was like a cologne that reacted differently depending on the wearer’s skin chemistry, giving two people two different results though they wore the same scent. The talismans weren’t made or enchanted on an assembly line, and, like any handmade object, there would be variations in the final product. He’d opted not to say anything to Scott until the necklace arrived, and even then he’d left out his true motivation for the purchase. He’d simply stated that he wanted a boost in the gym, and that he thought the brass bauble made his pecs look good as it nestled at their peak.
The first day, Jameson thought he’d received a dud. There hadn’t been a timeline or any other information about how fast the effects were supposed to happen, but he didn’t feel or look any different. The second day, though, brought noticeable results. At first Jameson thought it was just a placebo effect making him feel more energized, until he’d breezed through his afternoon workout in a way he’d never done before. Normally he and Scott reached their spent, sweaty state around the same time, but he’d been able to keep going long after his lighter-haired lover had tapped out. That buzzing energy remained for the rest of the evening, adding in a lustful edge on day number three. Jameson had woken up voraciously horny, rousing Scott with an early morning blowjob that was followed by a jerk session in the shower, and that continued as a constant simmer throughout the day. Jameson had forgone most of his clothes since he didn’t have any meetings, spending the day strutting around the house in nothing but his tented briefs. And while it wasn’t uncommon for either of the athletic young men to leave themselves on display at home, Jameson had still managed to surprise his partner when the other man had walked in on him jerking off. That discovery had led to a fresh round of frenzied fucking and neither of them getting any of their work done for the rest of the day, to the point where it had almost even kept them from going to the gym, an unheard of occurrence. While they eventually composed themselves enough to leave the house, Jameson had to stop halfway through his workout to go relieve himself in a bathroom stall, his insatiable six inches springing to life without warning in the middle of a set.
As good as he felt, and as embarrassingly fun as the oddly arousing day had been, the horny hunk had begun to feel a sliver of doubt about the talisman. The realization that magical forces were affecting his body beyond his control brought with it an anxiety all its own, not dissimilar to his initial fears about the ravages of time. Only now, instead of his body changing gradually over time as he aged, things were happening at an accelerated pace. It hadn’t been enough of a concern to get him to take the necklace off, however. He’d told himself it was simply an adjustment period, even when he’d woken up just as horny as the previous day. Scott had been accommodating in letting him go to town on his tight, toned body once again that morning, but his boyfriend had drawn the line at the shower. Since they both worked from home and needed to actually get their work done, the horny jock would have to put some clothes on and try to keep himself under control.
It seemed like a simple enough request, until Jameson slipped into what should have been a familiar, perfectly fitted outfit. He’d worn the thin t-shirt, tiny nylon shorts and briefs for years, knew exactly how they should fit and feel, neither of which applied any longer. Instead of hugging and accentuating his athletic frame, the too-small garments clung to it like a second skin. He hadn’t noticed when he’d been naked in the shower, but now Jameson could see that he actually had grown larger. The pecs pushing out against the tight top were heavier and more prominent, and the bottom now rode up and exposed the lower part of his abs while the shorts looked more like the painfully tight briefs he wore underneath. To make matters more confusing, the extra muscle wasn’t the only apparent change. In just the few minutes since his shower, the dusting of hair on Jameson’s forearms had thickened and spread up beneath the t-shirt’s struggling sleeves, reappearing at the visible portion of his pecs. A similar thickening had occurred across his now-hairy thighs, the dense trail snaking up from the waist of his shorts connecting the furry forest below his waist with the now-prominent pelt above. Jameson knew it was the talisman’s doing, knew he should remove it immediately, only he was finding that easier said than done.
“Uh…Scott?” he called, stumbling down the hall to the livin room after a few futile minutes of fumbling with the necklace. “Can you help me with this? Like, right now?”
The sound of rapid footsteps on the wooden floors followed, with Scott’s concerned face peering around a corner. “What’s wroooOOOHH MY GOD,” he yelped, his eyes going wide when he saw his inflated lover. “What happened?! Are you okay?! What’s…what’s going on?”
“It’s this talisman! It’s not just making me horny…it’s making me bigger! But I can’t get it off! The knot won’t come undone,” Jameson cried, his stomach fluttering at the sight of a shirtless Scott. Despite the abundant muscle on his lover’s tanned, bare torso, and the way his sturdy legs filled out his mesh shorts, the other man suddenly seemed small, eliciting a surge of unfamiliar emotions in the panicked pretty-boy.
“Turn around! Let me…try…” Scott started, trailing off when he realized that he had to lift his head a little. Normally, at an even six-feet, he was slightly taller than the 5’10” Jameson. Now, though, his enlarged partner appeared to have at least an inch in height on him. “Are you…taller, too?!”
“Fuck! Hurry up! I think it’s still…it’s still…” Jameson didn’t get a chance to finish before his shirt finally gave way, exploding off his expanding frame and revealing the hairy mass of muscle his upper body was becoming. The startled stud was still solid and defined, but he was starting to look bulky, more like an official bodybuilder than a generalized jock. The decimated shirt also exposed just how much Jameson’s formerly sparse body hair had proliferated, the dark fur now covering everything from the neck down, front and back, in a scruffy dusting. “Oh…oh fuck…look at me! Why am I so hairy?! What the fuck?! Get this thing off!”
“It’s not…it’s not budging,” Scott yelped, doing his best to ignore the sensation of the other man’s now-hairy back brushing against his own smooth skin. “I’m going to go get some scissors!”
Jameson nodded, his heart racing as he felt the surging energies coursing through him. It was almost as if the talisman knew they were trying to remove it and was pumping all of its mojo into him at once. He could feel his body continuing to expand, torn between terror and relief when the constricting pain at his lower half finally let up, his shorts and briefs following in the t-shirt’s footsteps. He blushed, then paled, at the sight of the thick log and churning grapefruit dangling between his hulking, hairy thighs, the comically large organ still looking huge despite the lumpy muscle gut trying to obscure it from above. Already, Jameson could feel his broadened body rubbing against itself as he shifted his weight, a wave of dizziness making him sway on his longer, wider feet. As if a switch had been flipped, the hairy hulk’s thoughts slowed and separated in a drunken haze. The sensation wasn’t painful, only slightly disorienting, leaving the stunned stud feeling like he was pleasantly buzzed by the time Scott returned.
“Okay! Got ‘em! Let me try…to…to…” The smaller man trailed off, the color draining from his face as he looked up at the towering titan who’d replaced his partner. He’d been gone for less than a minute, apparently a long enough window for his lover to have become nearly unrecognizable. In his shock, he didn’t even try to cut the necklace away before it gave up on its own, the bronze metal looking tarnished and brittle as it fell away and shattered onto the floor.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Jameson stammered, his hairy new slab of a chest heaving as he looked down at himself. Instead of toned and tapering he was bloated and bulky with too much muscle, sporting a gargantuan, eleven inch cock that steadily throbbed to life as he pawed at his unfamiliar, furry frame. “Is it…is it over?”
Scott took a deep breath, trying to keep his expression neutral as he stared up at Jameson’s altered face. He wasn’t sure if the other man had noticed yet, and he didn’t want to make things worse. “Uh…you tell me, babe,” he said, his hand hovering just above his lover’s overly plump pec. “Are you okay? Physically, I mean. Does anything hurt? Should I call an ambulance?”
Jameson just blinked in silence for a moment, his panic easing slightly when he finally noticed that the strange throbs no longer pulsed through him. “No…I…I think I’m okay,” he said, shaking his head. “Nothing hurts. I just feel…strange. My head’s all fuzzy.”
“I hate to break it to you, but ALL of you is fuzzy,” Scott said, finally running his hand through the scruffy carpet on Jameson’s chest.
“Fuuuuuck that feels weird,” the bigger man chuckled, his eyes going wide at the sound of his voice. “Do I sound weird, too? Is my voice deeper?”
“It sure is,” Scott said, his stomach fluttering. As shocked as he was by the other man’s alterations, having Jameson turn into a hairy, hulking meathead was proving to be an unexpected turn on.
“I’m so…big! I feel all heavy and shit,” the naked brute grunted, shrugging his mammoth shoulders as he squirmed in place. “Everything looks so small! Even you, babe,” he grinned, swallowing the now-smaller man in his arms and holding him close. “How big do you think I got?”
Scott searched his lover’s eyes, noticing the slightly dulled edge to the other man’s speech. “Do you mean how tall? I’m going to guess you’re at least 6’4” now.”
“Whooaaaa! That’s so wild,” Jameson laughed. “I need to go look at myself!”
“Babe! Wait a sec,” Scott said, grabbing the bigger man’s huge hand before he could lumber off. “You should know…I mean…before you take a look,” he said, hesitating. He raised a hand to Jameson’s face and ran a finger along the bigger man’s much wider jaw as he spoke. “Your face is a little…different.”
“What?!” Jameson roared, the house shaking as he lumbered back into the bedroom. He nearly had to turn sideways to make it through the door, but he was far more concerned with the unfamiliar, unrefined stranger staring back at him from the mirror. Instead of sharp and clean, his features had become a blunted mess. His jaw was exaggeratedly wide, just like the once-distinguished nose that had flattened above his equally widened mouth, looming below a forehead that now sloped slightly. The dense stubble he’d sprouted did little to obscure the roughened mug, the altered face made all the more noticeable by the large ears that stuck out like awkward fins on either side. “Is that…that can’t be…” he sputtered, hating the way his default expression seemed to settle as a dull grin that exposed his toothy new mouth. And when he finally forced his eyes lower, the first full look at his hulking new body did little to ease his concerns. Jameson was able to see just how wide and bulky he’d become, how his head now seemed to sit directly on top of the juicy new muscle tits, each hairy mound capped by large, nubby nipples that poked out from the surrounding forest. “I’m fuckin’ ugly!” he cried, one hand prodding his aching cock while the other reached around to knead a massive cheek. The dark-haired hulk’s formerly perky bubble had been swallowed by a pair of muscled melons, the heavy mounds looking large even against the trunk-like thighs they connected to. “I’m a freak! A big, dumb, ugly…”
Scott was on him before he could finish. The smaller man grabbed the sides of Jameson’s face and turned him to meet his stern gaze as he spoke. “Hey…hey! Look at me,” he said, his voice firm and unwavering. “Don’t ever say that again. Ever. Understand? You’re not any of those things, so don’t even think about going there.” Scott leaned in for a kiss to emphasize his point, though he didn’t know how to feel when he pulled away and saw Jameson’s broad, dull grin beaming down at him. His lover clearly had undergone a dramatic change, both internally and externally, and it was already obvious that they were going to have to make some adjustments. He didn’t know the full extent of Jameson’s mental haze, but, as long as the bigger man was happy and healthy, they’d figure out the rest.
“I thought you didn’t like big hairy guys,” Jameson said, his huge new hands latching onto Scott’s firm rear. His anxiety was already fading, a silver lining to his reduced attention span. He couldn’t focus on much of anything for long, which, fortunately, also included uncomfortable emotions.
“That was before YOU were a big hairy guy,” Scott countered. “Gotta be honest, babe…it’s not a bad look for you.”
“But my face is all…”
“Ruggedly handsome,” the smaller man interrupted. “For real, hon. You make it work,” he said, his hands sliding up to Jameson’s chest. “Especially with tits like these.” Scott gave each of the enlarged nipples a gentle squeeze, jumping when the bigger man let out a deep, unexpected bellow.
“What the hell?!” Jameson stammered, blushing at the uncontrollable outburst. “Where the fuck did that come froooOOOOUUuuuUUUhhhOOO…!” He let out another guttural wail when Scott did it again, with bright bursts of pleasure erupting throughout his meaty frame.
“Oh, this is fun,” the smaller man grinned, sliding his hand down to begin kneading his lover’s churning balls. Jameson had always been stoic and reserved during sex, nothing like the grinning, groaning giant squirming in his grasp.
“WhaaAAUUuuuhhhnng…what is…thUUuuUOOOoouuUUHH…this…?! I can’t…cannNUUUOOUUUHH…can’t help it…” Jameson howled, the words punctuated by the increasingly cracking wails as Scott started tugging on his oozing club.
“So don’t try,” the sandy-haired hunk purred, leaning in to let his tongue pick up where his fingers had left off on Jameson’s chest.
There were no more words after that, just the bigger man’s deep, desperate howling as he and Scott explored his new body. It felt like their first time all over again, especially when Jameson’s inflated cock erupted after only a few moments, launching torrent after sticky torrent into the air. Fortunately, the virile organ was ready to go again almost instantly, a process that repeated itself several times before Scott was spent. For his part, the smaller man couldn’t believe how much he loved the sensation of having his own personal mountain of soft, furry muscle, already loving the new size difference between them. Jameson was primal and powerful, like a force of nature, putting Scott in a position he’d never been in before. With a tall, sculpted frame, he’d never been the smaller one in bed, and he’d never imagined that he’d love it so much. Being buried to the hilt in Jameson’s inflated ass, the walls shaking from the beastly wails he pounded out of the bigger man, was a rush the likes of which he’d never experienced. And when he lingered in his lover’s mammoth arms afterwards, with the bigger man’s heavy cock flopped against his thigh as their legs tangled together, Scott had never felt so content.
“Well, fuck,” Jameson finally laughed, feeling a stab of embarrassment puncture his blissful haze. He felt strong and powerful with Scott nestled against his chest, but the sheer amount of drying cum matting his freshly sprouted fur seemed excessive. “This got weird, didn’t it?”
“That’s magic for you,” Scott sighed, tilting his head up for a quick peck. “I’m not mad about it if you’re not.”
Jameson shrugged as he looked around the room and thought about his answer, the book on the nearby nightstand catching his eye. He’d always liked to read in bed, but now he feared that was no longer an option. The paperback felt ridiculously small in his hands as he opened it to a random page, only making it through a few sentences before losing track. He tried again a few more times, but while he could still make out the words, getting anything more than a few of them to stick together was a struggle. “This might be bad,” he said, his heart racing slightly as he tossed the small volume aside. “I don’t think I can do my old stuff anymore.”
“Do you want to,” Scott asked, waiting for the other man’s response before giving his own.
Jameson’s prominent brow furrowed, his rough features eventually settling back into the toothy grin. “Fuck no,” he grunted. “‘Specially not now.”
“Then that’s that,” Scott said, running his hands through the sticky fur on his lover’s chest. “We’ll find you something…I make enough to float us til we figure it out. Looks like we’ve gotta get you some new clothes, too.”
Jameson’s smile grew, his cock twitching back to life as he shifted over to straddle the smaller man. “The fuck we do,” he purred.
Comments
The Screaming Moist
Thanks!
Flounder
This was excellent.
