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From the Archives: Under the Floorboards
🕑 Added 2023-12-28 17:00:05 +0000 UTCHis curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, and after a week of tripping over the loose floorboard Matt decided to investigate. There were plenty of creaks and moans from the ancient house he’d just purchased, but this one was different. It felt intentional. There was something about the uniformity of its decay that caught his attention, and as he dropped to his knees to get a better look the young man discovered his hunch had been correct.
“Whaaaaaaat the fuuuuuuuuuck,” he sang under his breath, prying up the loose board. Two nails were missing from one end, causing the weathered plank to shift whenever he stepped on the wrong side. Pulling the slat away from the rest, Matt wasn’t surprised to find a gap between the floor of the second story bedroom and the ceiling of the room below. What he wasn’t expecting was the small, leather wrapped bundle waiting for him. “Dude! Come and check this out.”
There was a quick padding of bare feet against worn floors hurrying from the other room, followed by a head poking in through the doorway. “What is it,” Luke asked, leaning just far enough in so that his broad, bare shoulders were visible. “I’ve got a wet paint roller.”
“I found...something…” Matt said, turning the bundle over in both hands. It was roughly the shape of a shoebox and surprisingly dense for something of its size, causing the young blonde’s muscled forearms and biceps to flex as he examined the musty leather wrapping.
“The hell is that?” Luke asked, trotting into the room, forgetting about the roller in his hand. The athletic brunette cocked his stubbled face to the side as he looked over his kneeling friend’s shoulder. “Was that in the floor? Dude! What if it’s money?!”
Matt shook his head. “Feels too heavy for that…”
“What are you waiting for? Unwrap it,” Luke prodded, nudging between the other man’s bare shoulder blades with his wet roller.
“Gah! Fuck!” Matt jerked away, arching his back and sticking out his solid pecs as the wet, white paint dripped down his tapering back towards his bubbling gym shorts. He glared up at his grinning friend as he stood, resisting the urge to punch the outlined cock just in front of his face under the other man’s shorts. He’d known Luke too long to stay mad, and by the time he was on his feet looking at the charming jock’s mischievous grin he was already over it. “Hope it was worth it. You’re scrubbing that off later,” he laughed.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Luke purred, pursing his lips. He shot the roller forward again, leaving a smear across the other man’s tight abs, just above the low-riding shorts and the exposed elastic waist of his briefs. “Want me to get that, too?”
Matt shoved his laughing friend away, the bundle in his hands the only thing keeping him from tackling Luke to the floor. He knew he was being goaded. His muscled friend had wrestled all through college and loved nothing more than to taunt him into being pinned to the ground. His years of soccer left him more lean and nimble, but if Luke got his meaty hands on him it was over. “You wish you were that lucky,” he sighed, ignoring the other man as he pulled away the layers of black leather surrounding the mystery object.
The oak box inside was as unassuming as its covering. The unmarked wood was thick and heavy, and though it seemed at least as old as the house based on the tarnished hardware the sturdy container was still solid, practically springing open when Matt pulled back the hinged lid.
“Well that’s disappointing,” Luke spat, raising an eyebrow and resting his free hand against his trim waist. Instead of counterfeit bills or stacks of gold coins the pair was greeted with a rough, lumpy stone.
“Why the hell would you…” Matt started, pulling the rock free to get a closer look. It was roughly spherical, an asymmetric softball, but unlike the box didn’t feel as heavy as it should. “Wait...I’ve seen these before. It’s a geode.”
“A what?”
“You can get ‘em at the hippy store in the mall, just not this big. You crack it open with a hammer and the insides are lined with crystals.”
“Cool, lemme go light some patchouli real quick,” Luke laughed, shaking his head.
Matt turned the rock over in his hand before lifting it to his ear and giving it a shake. “Sounds like some of them broke off...there’s something rattling around in here…”
“So? Let’s bust it open and find out!” Luke bounded off for a hammer before Matt could stop him.
The lean blonde was significantly less excited. He’d heard the rumors about the family that previously owned the house. The urban legends of sorcery and disappearances and strange lights and sounds were a big part of the reason such a sprawling victorian sat empty for so long, and sold for so cheap. It was the definition of a “fixer upper”, but it wasn’t the cost of remodeling that kept people away, and though Matt didn’t think of himself as superstitious or believe in anything as foolish as magic he would have been lying if he’d said the house didn’t creep him out.
That was part of the reason he’d been so quick to offer Luke a place to stay. He’d told his brawny friend it was because he needed help fixing the place up, which was true, but he also didn’t relish the idea of being alone in such an ominous space. There were noises that houses made, especially old ones. Wood swelled, foundations settled, pipes rattled, mice gnawed. Those were easy to explain. The sounds of quiet, shuffling feet and voices just out of ear shot were another matter altogether.
“Okay, let’s smash this thing,” Luke said, snatching the geode out of Matt’s hands.
“Wait! You don’t just bash it, you crack it around so it…” Matt was drowned out by the loud crack of the hammer. One swing from his friend’s powerful arm split the rock open with an ease that surprised both of them. It wasn’t just how quickly the rock split, but how perfectly. Luke’s brutish blow caused the stone to break almost exactly in half, revealing a lining of jagged, blood red crystals on the inside.
Luke shrugged his heavy shoulders, sounding disappointed. “That was easy.”
“Uh, yeah, I didn’t expect it to break so...wait a sec...is that a ring?” Matt reached down and plucked the shining piece of silver from the crimson interior. Instead of feeling cold and lifeless the crystal felt warm, seeming to pulse when his fingers brushed against it. “Holy shit! How the fuck did a ring get in there?” The band was spotless, untarnished silver in the shape of two entwined snakes whose heads came together at the top, a pair of sparkling crimson gems in place of the serpentine skulls. The stones seemed to be made from the same material lining the geode and felt just as warm when Matt instinctively slid it on his ring finger and found it a perfect fit.
“You should’a let me get down on one knee first,” Luke laughed as he watched Matt stare at the ring. “I mean it’s cool, dude, but it’s just a ring.”
Matt turned his hand over in the dusty beam of light streaming in through the grimy window, the twin gems glowing a deep red. “But I don’t understand how it got in there. Do you know how long it takes for one of those to form? There’s no way someone could have gotten this inside.”
Luke raised an eyebrow and put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I mean they clearly broke the thing open, put the ring inside, and then glued it shut again. Probably why it broke so easy.”
Matt nodded absently. Luke made sense, but he’d inspected the outside of the geode and hadn’t seen any sort of seam. “You’re right,” he said, shaking his head and letting his hand drop. “Wonder why they stuck it under the floor, though.”
“Might be worth some money? Or they were just weird. You said the family that owned this place was strange...who knows WHAT these assholes got up to.” Matt didn’t want to think about it. He put the halves of the geode on the mantle and went back to his painting while Luke finished the room next door.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, but the night wasn’t as fortunate. Matt tossed and turned for hours, his dreams full of twisting, silver serpents of all shapes and sizes. They chased him through a hazy, ruby lustred void, twisting up his legs and spilling from his nostrils. The longer he ran the more his skin began to break out in silver scales, flaking off as he shed his outer appearance for a new identity underneath. The process repeated itself over and over as he ran, stumbling on short, squat legs followed by long, thin ones. He was old, then young, then female, then male again, then a mix of the two. He was rail thin and then morbidly obese as the cycle of shedding continued. All the while, colossal serpents writhed in the blood colored skies above him and the ground wriggled and slithered beneath his feet.
He woke up screaming, a bleary eyed Luke trying to calm him down. The presence of his friend’s strong, familiar frame on the edge of the bed helped, but sleep was out of the question. Matt could still feel the reptilian, nightmare eyes watching him and more than anything he needed out of the house. He laughed it off and thanked Luke, sending his friend stumbling back to bed while he grabbed his gym bag and work clothes and tried not to run from the house. He had the nagging thought that he kept forgetting about something important but blamed it on the lack of sleep.
Matt tried to think about anything other than the vivid dream, but the hiss of the air conditioner, the winding, serpentine streets and crimson, predawn sky kept bringing him back. He was still trying to forget when he stumbled out of the locker room and onto the floor, for the first time in his life hating how sparse the early morning crowd was. Normally he longed for an empty gym, but in that moment he would have given anything for the usual post-work crowd.
The fit blonde lost himself in his workout, relaxing as more people slowly filtered in and the light broke outside, a golden yellow finally replacing the horrible red. He was starting to feel foolish for getting so worked up over a dream. He’d let the strange geode and the legends of the house get to him. Finding a piece of jewelry hidden under the floorboards had simply sparked his imagination, he told himself. It was just a ring, and until he saw the twin, crimson sparks from his finger Matt hadn’t even noticed he still had it on. What he saw after the flashes occupied enough of his attention that he didn’t immediately connect the dots. A bit of light reflecting off a gem wasn’t nearly as interesting as a man’s clothes suddenly disappearing.
Matt had been annoyed with the grunting pretty boy since the young stud strutted out onto the floor twenty minutes earlier. He was the kind of guy who liked to peacock, showing up as much for the attention as for the workout. His short, dark fade was perfectly styled, his high cheeks were clean shaven, and the flawless, sharp features of his handsome face were obviously moisturized on a regular basis. The rest of his chiseled, tanned body was almost as on display as his symmetrical face, with his shredded muscle hanging out beneath a draping muscle shirt that was more a formality than a practical piece of clothing. The open sides and scooping neck left the broad, striated shoulders, granite pecs and washboard abs as visible as if he’d been shirtless, and his small, tight shorts showed off his sturdy quads and muscled rear.
The roaming eyes that alternated between subtly checking out and obviously ogling the primped hunk weren’t undeserved, but that’s not what bothered Matt. It was the young jock’s behavior, the constant grunting and making a show of lifting weights that were clearly within the capabilities of his ample muscle, followed by prolonged periods of flexing and inspecting his shredded body in the mirror while everyone watched.
“Bit overdressed if you wanna show off,” Matt had thought to himself as he watched the preening adonis lift his shirt and flex his abs in the mirror. “But then everyone’d see what you’re compensating for.”
The ring flashed as soon as he’d finished the thought, happening at the exact same moment as the young stud’s loud gasp. Matt blinked and shook his head, his brain struggling to wrap itself around the other man’s sudden, nearly naked appearance. The outfit that had been carefully chosen to show off just enough of his tapering physique was gone, replaced by a bright red posing strap that cut right to the chase. The back of the shiny material wedged into the valley of the young man’s solid bubble while the top rode low, tracing along the sides of his shredded obliques before forming a small, petite bulge between his muscled thighs. Save for his sneakers the athletic young man was otherwise naked, a stunned expression being the only other thing he wore. No one around him reacted to the change in the slightest aside from a few extra eyes checking out the display of rippling muscle. Even the stripped young man continued with his workout, but the look of confused shock in the eyes that lingered on his meager bulge made it clear he knew something was wrong. Matt knew it too. He’d seen the obvious lump in the other man’s tight shorts when he’d lifted his baggy shirt to check out his abs, and it had been much larger than the unimpressive package barely covered by the tiny poser.
Matt wondered if he was going crazy. He’d clearly seen what the man was wearing before, as well as the hefty equipment straining in his shorts, but now the muscled hunk was strutting around nearly naked with a barely present lump and no one else acted as if that was out of place. He’d been tempted to go up to the man and ask what happened, but he held back, deciding to wait and see if anyone else eventually noticed. When no one did and the exposed athlete finished his workout, Matt followed him back to the locker room and got a full view of the short nub and tiny balls when the other man shucked his poser and strutted towards the showers. On the surface the altered pretty boy still seemed every bit as casual and arrogant, but Matt could see a wild fear in his eyes, a fear that grew when he toweled off and opened his locker to find nothing but another poser waiting for him. The young jock pulled the small garment on and looked around, as if hoping someone would confirm that this was indeed correct, before grabbing his bag and heading out into the world for all to see.
It was only later, as he was obsessively replaying the events in his head while he sat at his desk, that Matt remembered the glowing ring. “Wait…” he muttered, surprised to find the twisting silver still wrapped around his finger. Even though he could see it, the ring was weightless on his hand. If his eyes weren’t telling him it was there he wouldn’t have believed it. He reached for it with his other hand, could feel it warm and solid against the grasping digits. Then his hand was at his side and he couldn’t remember what he’d just been about to do. He turned the ring over in the light, failing to recreate the flash. “That can’t...that’s crazy…”
He didn’t think it was possible, but he had to know. It was more than just the flash of light; there’d been a tingle, an electric numbness that had caused him to look down at the ring in the first place. Feeling more than a little foolish he got up and walked over to where he could see his coworker, Josh. The lean blonde was tapping away at his computer, oblivious to what may or may not have been about to happen as Matt weighed his options.
Josh was a pain in the ass, but on the impossible chance that the ring actually did have some kind of power Matt didn’t want to be too drastic. “Uh, okay I guess,” he mumbled, focusing on the other man’s short, golden hair. This time there was no denying the crimson flashes coming from the gems as Josh’s yellow hair turned a matching deep, purplish red.
“Oh...oh fuck no…” Matt gasped, reaching to tug the ring off. “I can’t...can’t…” Matt fumbled, his hand at his side again. “...can’t believe this,” he said with a shocked laugh, forgetting that he’d been attempting to remove the ring. His coworker had no idea. As with the gym, when Sarah came around from her cubicle to ask Josh a question she didn’t react to his new hair color in the slightest. When the young man finally caught his reflection a while later Matt watched him pause and run a hand through it before shrugging and going back to work.
It was overwhelming. The tempting rush of power, not to mention the potential consequences, were too much for Matt to contemplate. He lost himself in his work instead, a pit forming in his stomach at the thought of what he’d inadvertently done to the young man earlier that morning. The arrogant pretty boy had been annoying, but had he really left him as a micro-dicked exhibitionist? He tried not to think about it, telling himself that he’d find a way to fix things once he understood what was happening.
That plan changed as soon as Matt arrived home and saw Luke standing in the kitchen, still in his boxers and clearly having just woken up not long before. He’d figure out how to fix the guy from the gym later; right now he knew exactly what he was going to do with the ring. He still owed Luke for the hour it had taken to scrub the paint off in a freezing shower the day before, and a part of him was slightly annoyed at the other man’s slacker attitude. He was grateful not to be alone in such a creepy place, but if Luke wasn’t going to kick in for bills there was still an entire house that needed fixing. The stocky man pitched in when he wasn’t given another choice, but if Luke was only going to help out when he was given a hard time Matt was at least going to have some fun.
He put his hand behind his back to hide the glow and shivered at the quick jolt that shot up his arm. In an instant, Luke’s thin, worn boxers dwindled to a pair of tiny, pale yellow bikini briefs. Having been a wrestler for so many years, the stocky jock had a thick, meaty lower half that was now almost entirely on display. Luke’s solid, hairy cheeks were barely covered by a small panel of fabric that wedged between the plump globes and didn’t even reach halfway up the muscled mounds, while the thin band of the elastic waist accentuated his impressive abs before filling out as a bulging, overly stuffed pouch. The pastel fabric was so soft and thin that it was nearly sheer, leaving nothing of Luke’s long, fat hose or heavy balls to the imagination. The exposed stud jerked upright at the sudden rush of air on parts that should have been covered, and Matt watched his friend’s nearly naked body flush as the broad jock looked down at himself and pawed at the foreign underwear.
“Everything okay?” Matt asked, using Luke’s startled jump as an excuse to let out the laughter he’d been holding back.
Luke’s brown eyes were wide with shock, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as he struggled to wrap his head around the sudden shift in his clothing. “I...uh...think so?” he stammered, running a hand through his shaggy hair.
Matt thought he’d find the sight of Luke standing in nothing but a skimpy pair of underwear amusing, but he was having a different reaction entirely as he started noticing a new layer of detail that he’d never paid attention to before. His eyes pored over the way his friend’s arm inflated as Luke scratched confusedly at his head, and how the wiry hairs spreading across his shelf of a chest seemed to flow like water towards the center before cascading down his washboard stomach in a straight line. Matt broke out in goosebumps at the memory of that solid body pressed against his own in the shower the night before. Luke had called Matt on his bluff, pouncing on his friend while the lean blonde tried to scrub the paint off his ripped frame. Luke wasn’t actually trying to help, he just wanted to make Matt uncomfortable, but what had then been horsing around now felt like something else altogether.
Matt cleared his throat and forced his eyes away. “You sure? You’ve got a weird look on your face.”
“So do you,” Luke shot back, catching Matt’s hungry gaze. “Hold on…” the stocky wrestler brushed past his friend and lumbered off towards his room.
Matt followed, his eyes glued to Luke’s shifting, bouncing globes. He felt a confusing throb as he watched the tissue-thin fabric bunch and wrinkle against the ample mounds, unsure why the familiar sight of his friend’s exposed bottom was turning him on. He’d seen Luke naked nearly as often as himself. They’d showered together, shared beds, fucked in the same room, and had even jerked off together a few times, but it was always in a strictly platonic way. Now, his mouth watered as his eyes traveled over Luke’s firm abs to the hefty package that pulled down the front of the briefs. “What are you looking for,” he asked as Luke rummaged through a drawer. He already knew the answer, just as he knew that Luke’s boxers had all been replaced by similar underwear to what his friend was currently wearing.
Luke stepped back, his hands accentuating his tight waist as they rested on his hips. “I don’t know,” he said with a short laugh. He looked down at his bare state and shook his head slowly. “Felt kinda...exposed...”
“You?” Matt laughed. “What, you’re modest all of a sudden?”
Luke responded by hooking the elastic waist in his hand and tugging it down, letting it spring back up behind his heavy balls. This thrust his thick package forward as he wagged the exposed equipment in his friend’s direction with a wry grin. Normally Matt would avert his gaze, but the dangling snake and furry orbs were suddenly captivating. He was starting to worry, his addled brain piecing together that whatever forces were at play could be affecting him as well, but even as he had the thought he felt the jolt from the ring.
It was entirely unintentional. Matt had only intended to mess with his friend’s clothes, not his body. It was just supposed to be a joke. Luke’s swaying package wasn’t supposed to inflate the way it did. Matt didn’t mean for the impressive hose to plump and elongate further, hanging like a large banana in front of equally engorged balls.
His grinning friend didn’t seem to notice until he attempted to snap the bikini briefs back in place and found them pitifully unequipped for the task. Where before his heavy package weighed down the pouch to expose a patch of bush, now the bottom third of his widened cock was on display and his balls hung out the sides. It looked like someone had attempted to wedge a grapefruit in a pair of panties. Luke’s grin faded as he hefted the unwieldy bulge, his eyes flashing with the same fear Matt had seen from the man at the gym.
The stunned blonde was equally horrified. As confusingly turned on as he was by the sight, it had been out of his control, a subconscious impulse he wasn’t remotely aware of. Already he was trying to pull the ring off behind his back, but it wouldn’t budge. “I’m, uh, gonna go change,” he stammered.
Luke kept looking up at Matt and down at his inflated package in a daze. “Uh, yeah, sure man…” he mumbled, waddling off with an awkward gait as his meaty thighs brushed against his heavy new bulge.
Matt refused to turn around until he heard Luke start down the stairs, waiting until his friend was out of sight for fear of further unintended changes. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he moaned, tugging on the ring with all his might as he darted for his room. He pulled until he thought his finger would tear off. He tried water and lube and even a pair of pliers, but the silver band was seemingly fused to his skin. It didn’t even twist or shift in the slightest at his repeated and various attempts at removal, as if it was merely an illusion wrapped around his battered digit. “Okay...don’t panic...you’ve just got a magic ring stuck to your hand that you can’t really control…” he muttered to himself, taking several deep breaths. “I didn’t mean to do that back there, but he’ll be fine, right? He wouldn’t have complained about a bigger dick anyway…I can always buy him more boxers…”
He repeated his rationalizations as he peeled out of his work clothes and tried to calm his racing heart. “I’ll get the hang of this...maybe I can even fix everything. I’ve just gotta be careful until I can find a way to get it off,” he said, failing to convince himself. He started to pull on his usual evening outfit of gym shorts and no shirt but stopped, feeling a stab of guilty solidarity at the thought of Luke in his pointless bikinis. He sighed and dropped the shorts, opting to stay in nothing but his teal briefs. The small, tight underwear barely covered his perky bubble and impressive bulge, but compared to his friend’s new look they were practically sweatpants.
Luke was back in the kitchen when Matt came downstairs. Like the man at the gym, the shocked look in his friend’s eyes betrayed the otherwise casual exterior. The muscled brunette kept shifting his weight and looking down at the mostly exposed, hefty lump between his furry thighs.
“What? You’re not the only one who gets to walk around in their underwear,” Matt shrugged when Luke raised an eyebrow in his direction. There was an odd electricity in the air, a tension that he usually felt before hooking up with a woman for the first time, not when hanging out with another guy. He was doing his best not to look at his friend’s stuffed bikinis or think about the plump, barely covered cock, but the temptation was constant. “It’s not a competition.”
Luke’s expression fell when he saw the differences between what they wore and what those garments contained. “Lucky for you,” he laughed a moment later, his cocky grin returning. It was an old joke. Luke had always been the bigger of the two, a title that, thanks to Matt, he held over just about everyone now, especially at full mast.
Matt pictured it before he could stop himself, the ring already glowing on his hand. If his friend’s equipment was this impressive when limp, it would be a monster at full size. The other man gave a quick gasp as the inflated cock rocketed out of the pointless underwear, reaching a fat eleven inches.
Luke’s face went crimson, his eyes wide at the sight of his rough paw failing to wrap around the solid club when he instinctively reached to cover himself. “Uh...whoops…” he stammered.
The lean blonde forced a smile, unable to look away. “See? This is why I don’t walk around in my underwear. Can’t be responsible for those kinds of reactions.”
“Fuck you,” Luke laughed awkwardly, his hand still wrapped around the mammoth pole. It was was if the altered stud was trying to confirm with his fingers the impossible data his eyes were sending to his brain.
“With that? No thanks.” Matt was trying to keep things light to hide the horrifying guilt coursing through his system. He knew he should turn and walk away. Distance would be the only thing that could keep his friend safe, if only his confusing lust would let him leave. It boiled just below the surface, evaporating the guilt as fast as he could feel it. He tried to hold on to the horror, but with each change, intentional or otherwise, Luke’s body became a mosaic of detail. The rest of the world blurred, pulling focus on the athletic stud who stood out in high definition. Matt could practically count each of the wiry hairs coating his friend’s plump pecs and firm stomach. The definition of Luke’s muscled build popped against the fuzzy blur that was the rest of the world, his beefy arms and broad shoulders calling to Matt like a beacon. He remembered all the times those strong limbs had been wrapped around him, Luke’s lantern jaw and stubbled cheeks pressing against his own while his friend pinned him to the ground.
Luke scoffed, hefting his beast of a cock. The smug jock was already adapting to his changing reality with the same laidback ease he approached everything else. “You WISH you could handle dick like this.”
Matt’s breath caught in his throat. He did wish it. And whether or not he understood why, as he wished it, the ring sparked to life again. This time the tingling numbness wasn’t confined to his hand but snaked up his wiry arm and cascaded down the rest of his tight, ripped frame. He knew he was the one changing, though into what he couldn’t tell. There was a rush of air as his briefs vanished, and he felt the strange absence between his toned thighs as an internal throb nearly knocked him to the ground. His brain tried to piece together the contradictory input, but all Matt could think about was the number of times he and Luke had fucked in the same room. His friend always seemed even more masculine and powerful rolling his stomach and rocking his hips into a groaning blonde beneath him than he did pinning an opponent to a mat.
Luke’s arms were around him by the time Matt realized he wanted to be that groaning blonde. He wondered if perhaps he’d always wanted to be the one underneath his friend, but the garnet energy now swirling around both of them made it a moot point. Reality was changing, and whether he’d wanted them before, now Matt was nothing but eager to have Luke’s soft lips pressing against his own. They parted to let his friend’s tongue inside while the throbbing monster of a cock wedged between their washboard stomachs.
The shivering blonde groaned against the probing tongue when Luke let go of his perky bubble and slipped a few strong, stubby fingers into the aching hole where his cock should have been. Matt’s brain told him the sensation was terrifyingly wrong, but his body told him it meant he was simply one step closer to getting his wish. He nodded when Luke broke off the kiss and locked eyes, his heart racing at the thought of what was coming as his friend guided him to the floor.
“OOOOOoooaaAAAHHH!” Matt’s fingers dug into the weathered boards when Luke plunged inside. He arched his back up against the other man’s furry torso and squirmed as the rigid, blissful cock slid in and out. Whether it was due to the ecstatic lust or the changes to reality, Matt didn’t pay any more attention to the sight of his friend’s fat club penetrating the throbbing orifice where his own cock should have been than he did to the fact that they were fucking in the first place. The fact that Matt was watching his new pussy get stuffed should have made him scream in horror, but all he cared about was the warmth of Luke’s solid frame looming over his own.
The ring was glowing constantly now, casting the entire room in a crimson haze. Coupled with the tingling body buzz from Luke’s precision thrusting, Matt didn’t know they were still changing until the size difference between them became increasingly noticeable. He didn’t know if he was getting smaller or Luke was getting bigger, but the sensation he so loved of his friend towering above him was amplified as he stared up at the grinning, boyishly handsome face attached to the body of what felt like a giant. Matt couldn’t wrap his arms all the way around Luke’s broad, rippling back, and the other man’s beefy limbs were like steel girders. It was too much. Matt dropped his head back against the floor, the endless series of moans and whimpers still issuing from his gaping mouth. The athletic blonde had never thought it possible to feel as good as he did in that moment.
Matt was still moaning when he saw the ring slithering across the floor out of the corner of his eye, the twin serpents no longer entwined. He hadn’t noticed it leave his hand, and the grunting young jock felt a distant stab of fear at the realization that without the ring he, and everyone else he’d changed, would be stuck. He watched in lust filled terror as the silver pair made their way into the open space of the living room, the crimson illumination emanating from their garnet heads growing brighter and brighter as they reconnected and started to spread outwards until they were no longer a ring at all but a large, glowing circle.
The thing that crawled out of that circle wasn’t a man. Matt knew that, even as he stared up at the gorgeous, human-looking figure smiling down at him while Luke continued to buck his hips. His friend was oblivious to the nude adonis watching their bizarre copulation, but Matt couldn’t look away. The thing’s eyes seemed to bore into him, taking him apart atom by atom until there wasn’t a piece of himself left that hadn’t been tarnished by the penetrating gaze.
“HHnnniiiIIIIIIEEEEEE!” Matt screamed, a howl of pleasure and terror as Luke pushed him over the edge and the thing that crawled up out of the crimson void left him unraveled. When his vision cleared the man, the ring, and the glow were gone, leaving the two sweating, panting friends alone in the house.
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“Duuuuuude, come on,” Luke whined, his deep, booming voice echoing off the freshly painted walls. The tower of muscle looked at the streak of paint coating the trail of hair that led down his ripped stomach to the stuffed bikinis, grinning despite his protest.
“Uh-oh,” Matt laughed, “someone can dish it out but they can’t take it.”
“Taking it is your job, remember?”
“Hey! Don’t…” the laughing blonde was cut off when Luke lunged forward and swallowed him in a bearish embrace. He squirmed against the wet streak as it smeared across his back, loving the way Luke’s scratchy chin felt against his shoulder when his taller friend bent down to kiss his neck.
Matt still struggled to wrap his head around just how much their lives had changed in such a short time, though Luke seemed unaware that anything was different. When they’d picked themselves up off the floor after that first time in the kitchen, Matt quickly discovered that he hadn’t shrunk after all. Instead of standing a similar 5’10”, his friend had shot up to a towering 6’5”. Luke had kept his muscled proportions, leaving him an imposing beast of a man with a booming new voice but the same charmingly handsome face. The inflated cock didn’t look quite as colossal on Luke’s hulking new frame, but the skimpy bikini briefs seemed even more ridiculous as they struggled and failed to conceal much of anything.
It wasn’t a problem Matt could relate to as the toned jock no longer had much to conceal as he casually strutted around the house in the black lace panties that had replaced his briefs. The part of his brain that knew he should be a hung, straight lady’s man still screamed at him every time he got a glimpse of his flat crotch, but that voice was growing quieter with each passing day, and he wondered if a time would come where he didn’t remember being anything other than what he was now. Luke’s ravenous lust and inability to keep his hands off the perky, soccer-player bubble in those panties made Matt wonder if he should even care.
It could have been much worse. All things considered, their lives were largely unchanged. There was a significant new element to their now-romantic relationship, but they’d already been friends and were already living together, so the sex wasn’t that much of a leap. Matt had to adjust to the idea of not being the one plowing in and out of someone, but the best sex he’d ever had in his old life paled in comparison to what he experienced now, making him question if he’d actually lost anything at all.
The rest of the world certainly didn’t seem to think so. He’d been mortified the first time the guys had shown up unannounced and caught him in a pair of pink silk panties, but they’d acted like they’d simply caught him in a pair of boxers. The same went for Luke’s bulky, enlarged state and their new relationship status. When the big man had pulled him down onto the couch in front of everyone and planted a long kiss no one even batted an eye.
Matt still didn’t understand exactly what strange cosmic force he’d brushed against, he doubted he ever would, but whatever it was seemed to be well and truly gone. The only strange noises in the old victorian now were the ones he made on the frequent occasions of Luke fucking his brains out. In the weeks since his brief encounter with the ring the altered blonde had scoured the place from top to bottom but didn’t find any more hidden crevices or secret objects. Even the box and geode they’d found were gone, and when Matt had asked, Luke didn’t seem to have any memory of them being there in the first place. Regardless of what it may have been in the past, the legend haunted estate was now just a rundown house being fixed up by a pair of fit young lovebirds.
But despite their own roughly happy ending, Matt wrestled with the thought of what he’d unintentionally loosed on the world. He’d felt its power, wielded and been changed by it, and now it was out there doing who knows what to who knows how many people. He told himself that the unintended changes to his own life and body were penance enough for what he’d done to the prettyboy at the gym, his now-ginger coworker, and to his best friend. How could he have known that he was feeding something whenever he used the ring? There wasn’t an instruction manual that warned against weakening some magical barrier. He couldn’t have known that it was a gun at all, let alone a loaded one.
On sleepless nights he tried to convince himself he wasn’t responsible for whatever happened next, that he couldn’t possibly have foreseen what events he was setting into motion. On some of those nights he could almost believe it. On most he just rode Luke’s inflated pole until he collapsed against his brawny friend in a dreamless sleep.
Comments
Selvetrica
Yea it would be fun to see him interacting with the world the next day
The Screaming Moist
If not him, I'm sure there will be others!
UltraM0th
I'm loving all of these archive posts that you've been putting out! Hopefully the microdicked exhibitionist makes a return someday. That's a hot TF
