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From the Archives: Hashtag, ch. 2
🕑 Added 2023-07-07 19:59:24 +0000 UTCTroy could hardly contain his excitement when he heard Blane enter the apartment and kick off his shoes. His roommate always worked out after leaving the office, and though it was no later than any other afternoon, the waiting had felt like an eternity. Troy knew as soon as he walked out of his bedroom he’d find the other man in the kitchen, fresh from the gym and chugging a protein shake, providing him with the perfect opportunity to snap a photo without his friend noticing. Sure enough, when Troy peeked out of his room and looked around the corner he spotted Blane just where he thought he’d be. The lean brunette was wearing a loose muscle shirt and baggy gym shorts, his broad shoulders and toned arms hanging out through the open sides, exposing the modest pecs and trim waist underneath.
Troy was more nervous than he thought he’d be. Creeping quietly out of his room to get the best vantage point, he nearly gave himself away when his shaking hands fumbled with his phone. He managed to catch it before it hit the ground, deftly plucking it midair and snapping the picture just as Blane turned from the counter.
“Hey man,” Troy said, trying his best to sound casual and look like he was doing nothing more than scrolling through social media.
Blane gave a quick nod as he chugged the last of his shake and wiped his mouth. “Aw dude, you’re too early. Another few minutes and you could’a caught me coming out of the shower,” he said, grabbing the front of his shorts as he flashed a smug grin.
“I mean, I could always just watch while you take it. I know you like the attention,” Troy smiled back, not looking up from his phone. He’d already decided which tags he wanted to use, and any lingering doubts about whether or not he should go through with his plan had just been obliterated by the other man’s condescending tone. Troy’s thumbs were a flurry of motion, hammering out #thicc, #melons, #twerkqueen, #powerbottom, #thottysquad, #flauntit, #sunsoutbunsout, #thirsttrap, and #himbo. He looked up from the phone as soon as he hit the submit button, wanting to see the changes happen firsthand.
“Yeah, right,” Blane laughed, turning to walk away. “Keep dreamin’...dude…”
Troy couldn’t believe how fast it all happened. In the second that it took for his arrogant roommate to turn around, the changes washed over him. Troy watched Blane’s muscle shirt switch from drab black to bright coral as it drew up his torso, settling as a cutoff that stopped just below his pecs. The altered shirt showed off the lean brunette’s tapering torso and impressively ripped abs while drawing further attention to his rapidly changing midsection. Blane’s shorts went from a thick, baggy mesh to a thin, heather grey cotton, reducing in size until they were smaller than the boxer briefs that momentarily stuck out from beneath them. Troy only had an instant to appreciate how his friend’s original, athletic frame looked in the revealing outfit before Blane’s perky bubble erupted, the jiggling pumpkins spilling out of the shorts as if they weren’t there at all. The thin cotton was little more than a strip of fabric straining around the massive mounds, accentuating their size as the tops and bottoms of the plump globes hung exposed. Instead of the boxer briefs he’d just been wearing, the bands of a bright purple jockstrap were clearly visible as they lifted the inflated cheeks, the elastic waist sticking out above the low-riding shorts. Blane’s toned thighs had expanded to compensate, leaving the formerly proportional stud with a thick, bottom-heavy build that contrasted sharply with the lean definition of his upper body.
Troy couldn’t help but smile as he watched Blane stagger, the slight stumble enough to cause the other man’s altered backside to bounce and ripple, though he knew the true test was about to come.
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Blane froze, blinking down at his exposed abs, altered clothing, and expanded thighs. One second he’d been wearing his usual gym gear, and the next he was mostly on display, with a horrifying weight hanging off his back and his thighs pressing together. He gasped as he reached around and palmed the enormous pillows that had replaced his solid little bubble, his head spinning. “Did...something just happened…” he stammered, his face turning red when he looked up and saw Troy staring at him. A part of him was instinctively angry at the thought of his roommate seeing him in such a compromising state, but a growing, and confusing, part of him was more focused on how handsome the other man was. Blane told himself the thought was wrong even as he caught his eyes traveling hungrily up and down the chiseled blonde’s well built frame.
“What are you talking about,” Troy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Was I...I was just wearing more than this, right?” Blane wanted to scream that the impossible had just happened, that his body had been warped and something was happening to his mind, but he could barely manage to get the words out.
“You? Wearing more than that? Yeah, right. This is dressed up for you,” Troy laughed.
Blane knew that sounded wrong, but he was confused by how right it felt. He winced internally as he stuck his gargantuan bubble in Troy’s direction, the cheeks shifting with the motion. “But...my...did my ass just get bigger?”
His friend shrugged. “I mean, you just got back from the gym, so maybe? Usually takes a few trips before it’s super noticeable, especially at this size.” Blane gasped when Troy reached out and gave one of the mounds a squeeze, a bolt of pleasure shooting through him. The terrified part of himself screamed that he should pull away, but instead the addled brunette just grinned, loving the sensation of the other man’s strong grip. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I don’t...I don’t know…” Blane stammered, his eyes wide as he looked at his friend. The confusing lust he felt at Troy’s presence wasn’t helping his dizzy thoughts. Despite knowing otherwise, everything felt so natural that the altered jock was having to fight harder and harder to hold onto the knowledge that anything had happened at all.
“Aww, buddy,” Troy laughed, letting go of Blane’s rear to tousle his roommate’s chocolate scalp. “Work out a little too hard? You know how easily you get confused.”
The old Blane wanted to lash out at Troy’s condescending tone, but all he managed was a bashful smile and a giggle at his friend’s hand running through his hair. “I do…” he said, the words sounding more like a statement than the question he intended.
“You were just about to go take a shower. That always helps clear your head,” Troy said, giving Blane’s ass a quick swat.
The altered hunk nodded and waddled towards the bathroom in a daze, both horrified and proud of the way his expansive bottom swayed and shook with each step. The old Blane was nauseated by his reflection, feeling like the mirror above the counter had been swapped out with one from a funhouse as he stared, disgusted by the way his body exploded outwards at his hips. Peeling out of his pointless top, he was relieved to find his shredded upper body was as it should be. His broad shoulders, chiseled pecs and sturdy arms were exactly as he remembered, as was the light dusting of hair that spread across his chest and ran down his abs. It wasn’t until he peeled out of the tiny shorts and jockstrap that everything went wrong, his normally impressive cock looking smaller against his widened thighs. Blane hated the dull grin on his face as he swiveled his hips and watched the monstrous cheeks shake, the bouncing sensation already beginning to feel terrifyingly familiar. He looked past his wagging cock as he bounced the inflated cakes, the one soft part of his otherwise granite frame, a gut punch of embarrassment hitting him as he thought about wearing the revealing clothes piled at his feet. He’d never owned anything like the small crop top or the bright jockstrap. Wearing them with his old body would have been bad enough; wearing them with his new shape made him want to crawl into a hole and hide.
“Having fun?”
“Oh!” Blane turned crimson at the sound of Troy’s voice. He hadn’t realized that he’d left the door open as he’d stripped down, and how his roommate had just caught him bouncing his colossal rear in the mirror. “Uh, sorry,” he said, still not trying to cover himself. His cock was half hard and twitching from the bouncing, but even though that voice in his head told him it was wrong to be standing naked and hard in front of Troy, Blane couldn’t bring himself to be convinced.
“Wow...you ARE out of it,” Troy said as he reached out and put a hand on the other man’s forehead as if he was checking for a temperature. “Since when do you apologize for shaking those things?”
Blane grinned, the desperate voice in his head fading at Troy’s confirmation. Shaking his ballooning rear had felt like the right thing to do in the moment, and his friend had just backed that up. Though he knew he should be, Blane wasn’t even close to humiliated at Troy seeing him exposed and hard; he was comforted by it. The other man’s presence was calming, and with the panic fading, Blane was starting to realize that he actually liked showing his unique body off, especially for Troy. He turned and cranked the shower on, giving his hips another shake as he stepped into the tiled stall.
Troy leaned against the counter and watched his friend behind the half-wall that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom. “So how was the gym? It must’ve been something to send you home like this.”
Blane’s brow furrowed as he struggled to recall the events of a few hours ago. His focus constantly tried to shift and stubbornly refused to cooperate, but he managed to stir up a few disjointed memories of his workout. The image of himself in his tiny shorts, with his expanded rear, felt wrong to Blane as he now remembered strutting around the gym in his current form, but more than anything he found his attention drifting back to the other men that had been working out around him. “Oh, dude, it was so good,” Blane said, suddenly excited by the recollection. “Like, so many choice dudes all over the place. You would’ve loved it. There was this one daddy who COULD NOT take his eyes off my ass. Like, at all. He didn’t even pretend not to stare. And, like, okay, he was super hot, so I’m not gonna complain, right? Total silver fox. Papa had arms the size of my waist and I could see his dick from across the room...sign me up,” Blane groaned, his head spinning. The formerly straight jock didn’t know if he should be more horrified at his rapid, ditzy speech, or the way his hand was toying with the base of his aching cock while Troy watched. The old Blane remembered seeing the man in question, but he didn’t remember studying the grey-haired hunk’s fat bulge or lantern-jawed face at the time. “Bet he’s loaded, too. Guy felt like a total executive. Gaaawwwwd, I bet he’s so fucking hot in a suit and tie,” Blane whimpered, squirming and pumping away on himself at the thought. Unable to find any of the embarrassment he knew he should be feeling, he grinned at Troy, as if jerking himself off in front of the other man was a normal occurrence. “I mean, he totally wouldn’t be as hot as you are in a tie. Your tits can’t be beat.” Blane thought Troy’s arrogant grin was as out of place as it was arousing. He still didn’t know why his roommate was acting like all of this was normal, but considering his own behavior he couldn’t blame the other man. Of the two of them, Troy was the one into guys from the start, and if their positions had been reversed Blane knew he’d be doing the exact same thing. What he still didn’t know was why he wanted Troy so much in the first place.
“That’s nice of you to sayyyy...hey!” The blonde hunk yelped when Blane turned and splashed a wall of water at him, his chiseled torso showing through the damp, sheer cotton.
“Wet t-shirt contest!” Blane laughed, beaming from ear to ear. His aching cock throbbed painfully as he watched the clinging t-shirt accentuate every one of his friend’s ample muscles, fully appreciating Troy’s stunning physique for the first time. Given the other man’s sexuality he’d never viewed the striking blonde on the same level as himself or the other guys, but now all he could think about was how lucky he was to have regular access to such a gorgeous stud.
“You think I won’t come in there?” Troy said, for once sounding like the butch roommate as he stepped under the hissing shower in his t-shirt and gym shorts. He pushed the giggling Blane against the wall, the altered man’s cock wedging up against his damp abs. “What’s the plan now, smart guy?”
Blane tried to stop himself, but he knew it was a losing battle from the start. There was no slowing his arms as they eagerly slid up Troy’s broad, solid back, grabbing the other man’s head and pulling him in close for a deep kiss. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. The formerly straight jock had only ever come into contact with other men from an aggressive perspective. He’d slammed them into the grass or wrestled with them on the floor, but he’d never melted in one’s arms before. He’d never experienced a warm tongue mingling with his own while a solid, muscled body pressed against him. Even before they’d become supple, jiggling monsters, he’d never had a pair of strong, masculine hands kneading his bare cheeks while his aching cock counted down to an impending explosion.
He peeled Troy’s sopping t-shirt free, his hands exploring every glistening inch of the blonde’s upper body before reaching down to remove the rest of his friend’s soaked clothes. There wasn’t even an attempt at hesitation when he grabbed the other man’s fat cock, only a giddy excitement at how it felt longer and thicker than his own. Blane whimpered into Troy’s mouth as he stroked his friend, a growing impulse directing his actions. His altered body, not his addled brain, started calling the shots as he squirmed and shifted his weight from a familiar frustration. The act of turning to face the wall and thrusting his bouncing globes in Troy’s direction was enough of a shock to pull the old Blane back from the brink, but none of the formerly smug jock’s horror showed in the ecstatic howl he let loose when the blonde’s stout cock worked itself inside.
“OOOHHHHHHHHH!” Blane groaned, his hands clutching helplessly at the slick tile as he pressed his forehead against the wall. The sensation of Troy’s broad body draped against his back, his friend’s rigid club leaving him blissfully stuffed, was overwhelming. He was putty in the blonde’s strong hands, his massive rear rippling like the surface of a pond as it was hammered into. Blane heard his desperate whimpers and wailing moans, a far cry from the deep, masculine grunting he normally did while fucking, but even the old Blane was too overcome by the encompassing pleasure to care. The arrogant, former bro didn’t care what he sounded like or where it was coming from as long as the ecstasy didn’t stop. Even the implications, the ease with which his supposedly virgin hole swallowed the other man, and the familiar rhythm they fell into, didn’t dull his euphoria. If anything, the thought that such joy occurred regularly was a blessing, not a curse. He let himself fully relax, wailing like a siren when his untouched cock exploded all over the wall. Troy was still pumping away, though, which meant the fun wasn’t over.
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Troy couldn’t stop smiling. The strapping blonde was sprawled out on the couch in his boxer briefs, finally enjoying the kind of casual privilege that other people took for granted. Now, instead of giving him a hard time, Blane chirped about how excited he was when Troy kept himself bare, and the bottom-heavy stud seemed eager to follow the same example. Since their romp in the shower all Blane had put on was a turquoise thong, and he didn’t appear to be in any hurry to add to that.
Not that he had much left to add. Troy had been thrilled when he followed Blane into his room and saw his friend’s new wardrobe firsthand. Small, bright and revealing were the themes, with not a single recognizable scrap of the old Blane’s clothing remaining, and he’d particularly enjoyed the sudden appearance of several vibrators sitting out on the other man’s dresser. Troy had watched the other man’s expression as he looked at his altered wardrobe and slipped the thong on, but the initial confusion he’d seen on his roommate’s face after the changes first occurred looked to have passed. Now, Blane was nothing but smiles as he flitted around the apartment, his humongous cheeks perpetually in motion. The slightest movement set them to bouncing, and Blane was determined to keep them that way. Troy kept catching his friend swaying his hips or dancing around as he walked, his bouncing bulge an afterthought compared to the inflated additions.
“Trrrroooooooyyyyyy,” Blane whined, draping himself on top of the other man and playing with his friend’s slab of a chest.
The blonde hunk reached down and latched onto Blane’s thick bottom, laughing at the brunette’s exaggerated pout. “What’s wrong, bud?”
“I’m bored!” Blane huffed.
Troy tapped the edge of his friend’s nose with a finger and gave him a quick peck on the forehead. “Why didn’t you say so? Let’s go see what Lance and Duke are up to.”
