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Immersion, ch. 3
🕑 Added 2024-04-22 18:00:05 +0000 UTCThe desire appeared mutual from the simulated studs. Riley, Trent and Evan all found themselves being openly ogled when they neared the crowd, but while the trio was accustomed to turning heads, they weren’t used to feeling so insecure in the process. Instead of charming and confident, they returned the bashful, embarrassed grins of inexperienced rookies, not the smug smiles of virile veterans.
“Okay…this is…this is fucking wild,” Riley muttered as they shifted towards their path towards the surf. “I knew it would be realistic, but…”
“Yeah, this is fucking with me,” Evan chirped, his sculpted little pecs expanding as he took a deep breath of the salty, floral air. “How will we even know when we wake up?”
“Hopefully I’ll have my dick back,” Trent said, unable to keep from blushing when he caught a group of speedo-clad studs hungrily eyeing him. The group was built the way Evan had been, all pretty faces and chiseled muscle, and though they were technically smaller than the ruddy-haired hulk, all Trent could focus on was the ample bulges in their skimpy swimwear and the resulting hunger he felt between his legs.
“You sure that’s what you want,” Riley asked, reading the obvious arousal on the bigger man’s face. “Looks like you could make some friends.”
Trent nodded past Riley to the pair of brawny bears staring at the busty brunette. The bald, beefy furballs were easily as big as himself, and they each clearly had eyes for Riley’s unique proportions. They kept shifting their gaze from the smaller man’s barely-covered breasts to his barely-covered bottom, with the occasional glimpse of a limp hose thrown in by the breeze. “I’m not alone in that,” he said, giving the duo a quick nod. “Why don’t you go say hi?”
“You first,” Riley muttered under his breath, trying to look casual as he smiled at the pair. A part of him was absolutely mortified to be on display in such a manner, but that small sliver was outweighed by his increasing excitement. He’d always been modest about his body, and now that he didn’t have a choice but to experience the fun he’d potentially been missing out on, he was beginning to question his previous decisions.
While Trent and Riley argued about who’d make the first move, Evan slipped out of his little flip-flops and focused on the surf instead. He was transfixed not only by how realistic the warm water felt, but by how vast everything seemed. It wasn’t just the people around him that seemed huge; everything did. As he stood in the rolling surf and was rocked by waves that would have barely reached his knees before, Evan began to realize just how different things actually were. Though his sculpted muscles looked the same to him, the reality was that they were significantly smaller. He wouldn’t be able to lift nearly as much, and just about any of the strangers on the beach could have scooped him up if they wanted. If he wanted. Evan’s whole body tingled when he thought back to being so easily held in Trent’s massive arms, his head spinning from the confusing rush of it all. He’d always loved being the one in control, the one with the superior looks and the superior body who called all the shots. But now that he was a fraction of his former size, now that he could no longer take any of that for granted, he was beginning to wonder whether he really liked things that way after all.
The shrunken blonde was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice the waves growing stronger until it was too late. Evan heard the louder crash rolling towards him, but there was no time to get out of the way or even brace himself for the impact. The tiny hunk was knocked off his feet, his eyes blinded by the stinging salt water and swirling sand as he was swept away by the tide. He tried in vain to regain his footing or at least let out a sputtering cry for help, but it was all happening too fast. A wave of genuine panic slammed into him as hard as the roiling surf buffeting his compact frame, the hyper-realistic nature of the Immersion making him forget that it was all a simulation.
Then Evan felt a pair of hands slip under his arms, plucking him from the churning water. Though he knew only moments had passed, he felt like he’d been knocked around for hours, his chiseled little muscles aching from the frantic flurrying as he’d tried to right himself. He’d assumed it was either Riley or Trent that had saved him, but as he instinctively clung to a set of hairy, meaty pecs, Evan realized he was in the strong, sturdy arms of a stranger.
“Easy, easy,” a deep, gentle voice rumbled. “Looked like that one took you by surprise.”
“It sure did,” Evan sputtered, feeling more insecure than ever about his heightened voice compared to his savior’s smooth bass. When he blinked the sand and salt water from his eyes and found himself staring up at a smiling, stunning stud, that insecurity only grew. The man appeared to be middle aged, with streaks of salt peppering the wavy raven hair on his head, along with the curly carpet coating his chest and the stubble covering his wide jaw. His striking features were weathered, with wrinkles sitting in the corners of his bright eyes and at the edges of his plump lips, lending an extra air of authority to his already-masculine presence. Coupled with a body that was solidly built, at least from what Evan could see and feel as he nestled against it, the man was instantly captivating. The shrunken stud was acutely aware of how big and strong the stranger’s hand felt against his bare cheeks, and just how much he enjoyed the sensation. “Thanks for the save.”
“Any time,” the man said, giving the blonde a quick look up and down. “A guy your size has to keep his eye on the ball out there. You okay?” Evan barely bit back a whimper, his stomach feeling like it was on a roller coaster at the man’s gently chiding tone. It suddenly occurred to him that the dark-haired hunk was like every fantasy he’d ever had about any of his coaches over the years all rolled into one, a realization that made his cock throb. Evan could feel himself going hard and knew there was nothing he could do to stop it, which brought yet another revelation when he felt his exposed cock solidify against his new friend’s brawny torso. He’d apparently lost his sleeve in his tumbling, which left his aching log and churning balls on full display. “I’ll take that as a yes,” the man chuckled.
“Uh, sorry about that,” Evan said with an awkward laugh, his whole body going crimson. “I’m still getting used to…” he started, but then stopped. Even in the Immersion, he didn’t know if people would believe him if he said he’d suddenly shrunk. “...being at the ocean,” he finished.
The man gave his solid rear a squeeze. “No apologies necessary. I’m Hank, by the way.”
“Evan,” the blushing blonde said, already so taken by the other man that he could almost forget that he was naked and hard and being held like he weighed nothing.
“Nice to meet you, Evan,” Hank said, his voice a low purr as he locked eyes with the shrunken jock. A look of obvious, silent interest passed between the two of them before Hank smiled again and nodded at the pair of approaching figures. “Think I found something that belongs to you.”
“Dude! Are you okay,” Riley asked, his altered chest bouncing as he trotted across the sand. “I looked over just as you were hit by that wave, but it carried you off before either of us could get to you.”
“Fuck, man…you’re not as big as…” Trent paused, doing the same mental math as his friend about how much they should say regarding their changes. “...as someone like me. You’ve gotta watch yourself with these waves.”
“I know, I know,” Evan squeaked, rolling his eyes. Despite his display of faux-annoyance, the looks of genuine concern on Trent and Riley’s faces made him squirm.
“I told him the same thing. I’m Hank,” the older man said, extending his free hand to shake those of the newcomers. He gave Evan’s rear a final squeeze after introductions were made and reluctantly set the small stud down. “You three staying in that fancy bungalow down the beach?”
“That’s us,” Evan said, his mouth watering now that he could see Hank’s meaty lower half. The hirsute hunk was clad in a pair of tissue-thin teal trunks that fit like a small pair of running shorts, the split sides revealing nearly all of his powerful thighs while leaving nothing of his girthy package to the imagination. “We’re just heading out to do some exploring, but you should come by later.”
“We owe you for the rescue,” Riley added. “I mean, hell…the place is pretty much wide open. Feel free to hang out even if we’re not around. Help yourself to the hot tub and whatever else.”
“Just might take you up on that,” Hank said, reaching down to tousle Evan’s sopping hair. “Don’t get swept away, big guy.”
“I’ll, uh, do my best,” Evan chirped, knowing full well that it was already too late for that, at least where the older hunk was concerned. His eyes were glued to Hank’s meaty backside when the bigger man turned and sauntered off, his head spinning from the wild range of emotions he’d just experienced.
There was a silent pause until Hank was out of earshot. “Aaaaaand just like that, Evan STILL manages to land someone first,” Riley laughed, giving the shorter stud a playful shove. “What the fuck, man? How?!”
“Didn’t take long for you to lean into the whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing, did it,” Trent chuckled. “Or for you to flash your meat.”
Evan’s impending protests were cut off when he finally realized he was standing naked and hard in full view of everyone on the beach. “Fuck! I should run back to the house and get another…”
“No need,” Trent said, unballing a giant fist to reveal the blonde’s missing sleeve. “I managed to snag it on my way over. Hank seemed to be enjoying the view, though, so…” he shrugged, holding the skimpy scrap of fabric just out of reach above Evan. The shrunken blonde instinctively went for it a few times before turning his attention to his larger tormentor, his nimble little arms reaching out and deftly untying and pulling Trent’s bikini bottom away in one quick motion. “Hey! Give that back,” he yelped, his brawny body blushing from head to toe as he felt the warm ocean air on his altered orifice.
“Why? Seems like those guys are enjoying the view,” Evan taunted, pointing to the fratty-looking trio that hadn’t stopped staring at the now-naked giant. He darted behind Riley for cover, his hands latching onto the brunette’s trim waist as he shifted from foot-to-foot, ready to dart away from Trent if the bigger man lunged for him.
“Guys! Come on! Knock it off,” Riley barked, stuck between his naked friends. “We haven’t even made it to town yet. Do you need to go back to the house and fuck it out real quick?”
“Bet it WOULD be quick,” Trent grumbled, taking a step back and tossing the sleeve to Evan.
The buff little blonde plucked the stretchy sock midair and reluctantly held out the purloined bikini bottom. “Oh, just you wait, bro. There’s no going back from this dick,” Evan said, the smug statement somewhat mitigated by his helium tone. “Not that you won’t have ample opportunities to try.”
Trent’s stomach dropped at his friend’s eager grin. He could already feel the presence of someone coming up from behind, and, bikini still in hand instead of around his waist, he turned to find himself face-to-face with the trio who hadn’t stopped staring. His initial impression that they looked like Evan had been correct from a distance, but up close their sculpted physiques were even more impressive. Not only were they tapering and chiseled, they were nearly identical. Each of them bore the same razor cheeks, plump lips, and smug expression, their similarly strapping bodies equally clad in skimpy, crimson speedos. The only real distinguishing feature between them was the color of their hair, and even that only varied between shades of sandy yellow, tarnished gold, and burnished bronze. Up close, they were the kind of primped, preening pretty-boys that normally drove Trent crazy, an effect they still seemed to have but for entirely different reasons.
“Hey man,” the sandy haired one said, making a show of slowly looking Trent up and down. “Sick body, bro.”
His bronze-haired buddy nodded, not trying to hide the way he openly eyed the bigger man’s out-of-place opening. “Yeah dude, you lift?”
The golden haired Adonis to his left let out a dull laugh and slapped his friend on the arm. “Bro! Of course he lifts. Fuckin’ look at him, bro. Dude’s jacked,” the man said, rolling his eyes.
“I was just being polite, bro,” the bronze-haired hunk retorted. “I fuckin’ know he lifts. And I know he knows we do too,” the man said, breaking into a double bicep pose. On cue, the friends flanking him flexed along, each adopting a slightly different stance. There was an awkward pause as they held their poses, until the one who’d started it gave Trent an expectant nod. “Don’t leave us hanging, bro.”
“Oh! Uh, okay,” the bigger man stammered, half-heartedly flexing his piston-like arms. When he saw the bikini bottoms still clutched in his hand it occurred to him how he must look with his brawny body flashing its new pussy for the eager trio, and he tried his best to muster his usual locker room swagger.
“Fuckin’ beast mode, bro,” the golden-haired one barked excitedly, finally breaking off his own pose. “Oh! Hey, I’m Tad, that’s Chad, and he’s Brad.” The young hunk said it so quickly, and Trent was so flustered to begin with, that the bigger man already lost track of who was who, though he doubted that it actually mattered. “So, like, you wanna fuck around, bro,” he asked, reaching down to squeeze the front of his stuffed speedo.
“Yeah bro,” Chad or Brad said, flexing his washboard as he pushed the front of the crimson swimwear tantalizingly low. “We’ll show that pussy a good time.”
“Your bros, too,” the third one added, waving to the grinning pair behind the naked giant. “Nice tits, bro,” he said to Riley before nodding down at Evan’s rigid, sleeve-covered log. “Sick piece, little bro.”
“Thanks, bro,” Evan chirped, stepping up to Trent and giving his meaty cheeks a swat. “You heard ‘em, bro. Why don’t you go have some fun,” he said, his cock throbbing even harder as he pictured his beefy friend writhing amidst the pretty trio.
Trent cleared his throat and shook his head in an attempt to rid it of a similar image. “Maybe, uh, maybe later,” he croaked. “We’re here all week…are you bros…guys…going to be around,” he asked, his brawny frame blushing even harder as he heard how awkward he sounded.
“You know it, bro,” Tad said, though Trent couldn’t remember if that was actually the one who spoke. “We’ll catch you later bro!”
Trent waved them off in stunned silence, his imposing frame burning from both lust and embarrassment. “What…what the fuck just happened,” he stammered.
“What’s it look like, bro,” Evan laughed, emphasizing the last word. “You just made an appointment to get pounded.”
“You good,” Riley asked when Trent’s stunned, wide-eyed expression remained. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite so…flustered,” he said, trying not to laugh.
The bigger man shook his head and took a deep breath, struggling to regain his normally calm composure as he quickly tied the bikini bottom back in place. “Never flashed a pussy to a group of strangers before,” he grunted. “I’m off my game.”
Riley’s smile was sympathetic. “I mean, those guys were fucking hot. Even I would’ve thought about it.”
“Of course you would’ve,” Evan said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t believe you for a second when you say you’ve never even been curious.”
The busty brunette blushed. “I didn’t say I’ve never thought about it, like, at all. I just said I’ve never thought about you two specifically.” Riley immediately regretted his choice of words when he saw the expressions flatten on his friends’ faces. “Oh, come on! You know what I mean!”
“I guess princess over here is too good to slum it,” Evan squeaked, giving Trent’s meaty thigh a back-handed slap in solidarity.
“We’ll just have to show him the error of his ways,” Trent purred. The brawny hunk was once again his stoically smug self, sending a shiver of excitement through the bearded brunette. “Or those two can,” he said, tilting his head towards the hairy hulks who were still staring at his top-heavy friend. “Maybe a delicate little flower like Riley just needs more of a man.”
“Ohhhhhh,” Evan nodded, a mischievous grin immediately spreading across his face. “That’s a solid point. Why don’t you go say hi? Me and Trent already made some friends.”
“I’m on it,” the bigger man said, waving at the pair to come over.
“Dude! No! What are you doing,” Riley hissed under his breath, refusing to turn and face the approaching duo. His friends weren’t wrong, nor was he surprised that they’d immediately called him out on it. With his unrestrained desires surging, Riley found most of the men on the beach attractive, including his companions, but the beefy bears had immediately piqued his interest. Something about their unrefined bulk and fuzzy frames made him quiver, a sensation that was magnified exponentially when they finally stood face-to-face.
“Hey,” Evan said before Riley could respond. “We saw you checking out our friend here, and he thinks you’re cute too, but he’s too shy to introduce himself,” the tiny blonde said, his tone mockingly cheerful. “This is Riley. I’m Evan…the big guy’s Trent.”
“Sorry about these two,” Riley said with an awkward laugh, his whole body turning purple. He couldn’t stop himself from looking the pair up and down, their broad shoulders, plump pecs, and meaty midsections making his mouth water. Though their builds were similar, one was tanned a deep bronze and sported a chocolate carpet, while the other was an ebony wall of raven-furred bulk, both clad in skin-tight, square-cut trunks that fit like small boxer-briefs, leaving nothing of their ample rears, powerful thighs, or hefty bulges to the imagination. Unlike his two friends with their sharp, chiseled features, the full, round faces of the strangers were accentuated by their smooth scalps, leaving the pair looking simultaneously charming and intimidating. Riley’s palms tingled as he gazed at their scruffy pelts and wondered what it would feel like to run his hands through them, to feel the contrastingly firm-yet-supple skin beneath.
“Glad they took the initiative,” the dark-skinned hulk said with a bright smile. “I’m Shawn, this is Mike.”
“We would’ve said hi ourselves, but you guys looked a little…overwhelmed,” the bronzed bear chuckled. “Just get here?”
“Yeah, like JUST got here. We’re still getting, uh…settled,” Riley nodded. His stomach both dropped and fluttered when he looked down past his heaping new tits and saw that the breeze had wafted the sarong to the side yet again, leaving his average package on full display for the pair. He tried his best to casually adjust the covering back into place, but after a few moments of fumbling he felt the loose knot come undone entirely.
“That’s one way to say hi,” Trent laughed from behind.
“You’d know, wouldn’t you? Seems to be going around,” Riley spat, shooting his friend a quick, angry glare. “Sorry…still getting settled with this thing, too,” he said, turning his attention back to the newcomers and awkwardly holding the wadded fabric in front of his frustratingly limp hose. Riley couldn't decide if it would have been better or worse if he’d been able to spring to life the way his body normally would have, but the hairy duo didn’t seem to mind either way.
“Look around,” Mike said, sweeping a beefy arm. “Not the sort of thing you’re ever going to have to apologize for here. You’re in good company, man. You can relax.”
“Or not. You’re pretty cute when you’re embarrassed like that,” Shawn added, his deep voice making Riley’s knees go weak.
The lean brunette didn’t know how to respond, other than to blush even harder. He opened his mouth to speak multiple times, but all that came out was a nervous chuckle. At least until he felt a sudden release of pressure at his chest. “Hey! Not cool,” he yelped when his untied top started to fall away. He instinctively reached for it, which only caused him to expose himself once again below.
“You were choking, bud,” Trent laughed, giving Riley’s plump bubble a swat. “He said you’re cute when you’re embarrassed…I’m just helping you out.”
‘How thoughtful,” Riley growled. He still wasn’t used to the supple new weights at his chest at all, let alone how it felt to expose them to strangers. A part of him was still plenty mortified at their very presence in place of his toned, modest pecs to begin with, even as bright bursts of pleasure tore through him when he inadvertently squeezed them while trying to keep his top on.
“We got you,” Shawn said, his tone calm and confident. His rough hands felt huge on Riley’s trim hips as he turned the busty brunette around, the ample hair on his forearms tickling the smaller man’s back while he took his time in wrangling the strings of the top. “Our friends are dicks, too,” he laughed, slowly sliding his hand down the trim brunette’s side once the bikini top was secure. “Didn’t hate the view, though.”
“Sure didn’t,” Mike said, stepping forward and taking the sarong. His breath was warm and heavy against Riley’s altered chest as he wrapped the thin fabric into another loose knot, taking the opportunity to feel the blushing man’s deceptively thick bubble in the process. Overwhelmed, Riley tried to take an instinctive step back, only to feel himself brushing against the warm, hairy wall that was Shawn. A similar mountain of furry muscle followed in front, pressing against his torso and leaving him wedged between the brawny bears when Mike closed the gap. “So when can we hang out for real?”
“We, uh…we’re here all week,” Riley croaked, his head spinning. The feeling of Shawn’s hefty bulge pressing against his rear was intoxicating, and the stunned brunette knew right then and there that he was going to have a dick inside him before the day was over. The only question was whose. “We’re going into town for a bit, but we’ll be around. We’re in the house down the beach.”
“Can’t wait,” Shawn purred, lingering against Riley far longer than necessary before finally stepping away. “And just so we’re even…” The dark-skinned stud locked eyes with the bearded brunette as he slowly peeled out of his trunks and tossed them aside, his fat, stout log and heavy balls eliciting a quiet whimper.
“You showed us yours,” Mike shrugged, following suit. He stretched and scratched at his hairy belly once he was naked, grinning as he gave Riley’s toned arm a squeeze. “See? Nothing to worry about. Maybe later we can walk you through it again.”
“I’d…I’d like that,” Riley sputtered, swallowing hard. His eyes never left the naked bears as they lumbered off and splashed into the surf, leaving him dazed and reeling.
“Well, shit,” Evan laughed. “I would’ve skipped shaving my chest if I’d known that’s what the little guy was into,” he said, reaching over to give Riley’s cock a squeeze.
The taller brunette was so shell-shocked that he barely noticed, especially without the sharp stabs of pleasure to accompany the tug. “You’d look more ‘teddy’ than ‘grizzly’ at the moment,” Riley finally said, swatting the blonde’s hand away. “And don’t think I’m going to forget that,” he warned Trent, who’d been watching with a smug grin.
“Don’t think I’m going to let you,” the bigger man shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? Technically you owe me one.”
While his friends argued, Evan scampered off to retrieve his flip-flops. His barely-covered cock had mostly softened, the oversized trunk swaying wildly as he jogged back to the group. Already, the self-conscious embarrassment he’d felt had started to fade, letting him focus more on how good the simulated sun felt bronzing his bare, bouncing cheeks, and how absolutely eager he was to reconnect with their new friends. “Hell of a first outing,” he said, interrupting the flirtatious turn Riley and Trent had taken.
“I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that,” Riley nodded. “I thought these guys would be going out of their way to fuck with us, not…”
“Seem super chill with all this,” Trent finished, motioning amongst the three of them. “Guess we should give Steve some credit.”
Riley’s expression fell slightly as he looked at the small cluster of buildings in the distance. “Don’t be too generous. We haven’t made it to town yet.”
