Chapter 1

Finn Peterson couldn’t believe it when he saw Beck Randall in the gym at the YMCA after summer vacation. The guy was fucking jacked! As soon as the dude sauntered into the weight room, he sat up on the bench, forgetting all about his workout with his best friend, Kyle Sanders.

“Hey, Kyle,” he whispered, jabbing his friend in the ribs. “Is that Beck?”

His buddy paused as he loaded weights onto the bar of the Smith Machine. Squinting, he looked over at the amazingly swole dude and nodded, “Yep, that’s him alright.”

“How’d he get so big?”

Kyle shrugged. “Dunno and don’t care. Dude’s just a fuckin’ rich asshole.” 

He turned back to the weights, leaving Finn unable to stop gaping at the young dude’s massive progress. How did Beck gain that much muscle over the summer and stay so lean? Steroids? His mind was completely blown and he struggled to square the stunning specimen of virile masculinity with the short, fat guy from only three months ago. How the fuck had Beck changed so much?

Back in June, Beck had been a dwarfy nerd, a consummate beta, destined to live forever in the shadows of the real men at the Y. Finn wouldn’t have even known who he was if the fitness floor staff didn’t go out of their way to kiss his ass whenever he was around. (Beck’s dad owned a hugely profitable genetics research company and his charitable foundation had donated millions for the Y’s recent expansion.) At the time, Finn and Kyle had gotten a laugh out of watching the flabby kid’s ineffectual workouts. ’Dude’s dad should’ve invested in a personal trainer instead of building this weight room,’ Kyle had quipped. ‘Woulda been a fuck of a lot cheaper!’

But Finn wasn’t laughing now.

He was in awe.

Beck had grown at least a foot and now towered more than six and a half feet tall. This was unbelievable enough but Finn also estimated that he’d converted at least fifty pounds of fat into muscle while piling on more than fifty additional pounds of muscle. Somehow, he’d avoided stretch marks, bloating, and uneven development; his solid frame was stacked with muscles.

He looked perfect. 

Every sinew, every curve, every bulge was just right. His porcelain skin was unblemished beneath the ample coat of black fur pouring out from under the collar of his tank top. Even his face looked different. His formerly rounded jaw was now square and covered in dark stubble. His chin was cleft, his lips full, and his green eyes piercing. His black hair was full and thick, trimmed short on the sides and left stylishly long on top. Finn wasn’t into guys (at all!) but he was nonetheless captivated by the guy. He’d never seen anyone so flawless!

As their workout progressed, Finn’s astonishment quickly grew into obsession. How the fuck had Beck grown so big? Finn had done meticulous research online and knew that even with a ton of steroids, it would take years to grow that big. And there would be serious, possibly even life-threatening side effects. How the fuck was this possible? How had Beck done it?

“Dude, why don’t you ask him out?” Kyle chided after catching Finn staring at Beck for the tenth time. “You’re clearly hot for him.”

Finn flushed crimson and scowled. “I’m not hot for him, asshole. I’m just curious how he did it. You remember what he looked like before, don’t you?”

Kyle scratched his armpit contemplatively. While he thought, Finn took the opportunity to examine his friend critically. He’d always looked up to Kyle as an example but now he realized he paled in comparison to Beck. Kyle was a big guy but not nearly as big as Beck. Kyle’s muscles were blocky and he sported a noticeable gut. Beck, on the other hand, was striated and sinewy without a trace of fat on his body. And where Beck was immaculately groomed and decked out in the latest form-fitting gear from Under Armour, Kyle was disheveled. In fact, today Kyle looked particularly bedraggled in his tattered and stained t-shirt and mismatched shorts. His face was covered in a patchy beard and his brown hair was shaggy and unkempt. Sure, Finn decided then, Kyle was broad and somewhat muscular but he was not nearly as impressive as Beck.Truthfully, Finn had never met anyone as impressive as Beck and it left him feeling both captivated and envious.

While these thoughts were spinning away inside his head, Kyle studied Beck with mild curiosity, finally turning back to Finn, saying, “Yeah, I remember what he looked like alright. He was a little chubby guy.” He paused for a moment before shrugging his husky shoulders and adding, “Must’ve had a growth spurt or something. Happens sometimes.”

Finn’s mouth fell open at these words. “‘Growth spurt’?” he repeated. “You call that a ‘growth spurt’?” He jerked his head over toward the bench where Beck was effortlessly pressing more than five hundred pounds. There were so many weights on the bar that it bowed in the middle. And yet Beck easily pumped out twelve reps before placing the bar back in the rest and getting up to add even more weight. When he straightened, his glorious pecs strained against his tank top, two perfectly square mountains jutting out like a shelf before him. Finn was beside himself. “That’s not a fucking growth spurt, that’s fucking impossible!”

Kyle didn’t bother looking. “C’mon, bro,” he cajoled. “Forget about him. He’s a fucking poser. So he got swole. Who cares? He’s still just a rich asshole with too much money and no real friends.”

***

Finn found Beck lounging in the sauna after his workout. Kyle had left to pick up his girlfriend, Chloe, and Finn was finally free to confront the dude. He waited a few minutes before following him inside; he didn’t want to appear too desperate after all. When he pulled open the door, steam swirled around his ankles as a blast of hot air slammed against his body, leaving him momentarily breathless.

“Close the door, boy!” a deep voice barked. “Yer lettin’ out all the heat!”

Finn abruptly shut the door and took a seat on the bench, breathing slowly as he waited for his body to acclimate. When his eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, he looked around and realized he was alone with Beck. The big muscle god was stretched out on the top bench, tree trunk-sized legs spread wide and lap barely covered by his towel. Finn had to force himself not to stare and carefully positioned himself so that he could check out the dude without appearing too obvious.

Seeing the guy laid out like that was almost too much and Finn was overcome with envy. Beck had the body that he had wanted all of his life. Since Finn was a little boy, he had dreamed of being a muscle god. He wanted to be so loaded down with muscles that all the girls turned to stare at him when he passed by. So big that his arms jutted out to the side when he walked. So swole that he had to buy tailored clothes to accommodate his vast bulk. So huge that the floor groaned under his weight. So jacked–

“What can I do for you, pussy boy?” Beck rumbled then, startling Finn out of his revery. “You’ve been following me around like a bitch in heat all day.”

Finn stiffened and only just managed to bite off a sharp retort. Somehow, though, his desire to learn Beck’s secret overpowered his anger at being called a pussy boy. Marshalling every ounce of his self restraint, he ignored the jab and asked instead, “How did you do it? How did you get so big and ripped?”

If Beck was surprised by the question, he didn’t show it. Settling back lazily on the bench, he smirked to himself for a moment before saying, “Yer askin’ ‘cuz you wanna get swole, too, huh?” He snorted, adding, “Yer only like the hundredth dude today to ask me.”

Finn was already regretting his decision to follow Beck into the sauna. The air was stifling and his body was drenched in sweat. Plus, the dude was a total fucker. Kyle had been right: Beck Randall was just a rich, friendless asshole. Still, Finn wasn’t a quitter and he wasn’t about to abandon his quest to get big over a bit of heat and ridicule. He squared his shoulders and demanded, “Well, then what’s the answer. Are you gonna tell me?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

Finn scowled, setting his jaw. “I wouldn’t ask, dude, if I didn’t wanna know.”

Beck chuckled, a gravelly, unpleasant sound. “Nah, you don’t. You really don’t.” His voice was like rock and steel, much like his body. It was pitched as a warning but it didn’t deter Finn. He was determined to find out the guy’s secret!

“Tell me, Beck!” he pleaded. “You gotta tell me! I’ll do anything to be big like you!”

The corner of Beck’s mouth quirked and he reached down to casually scratch his balls before replying, “Alright, pussy boy, I’ll tell ya but you aren’t gonna like the answer any more than the other guys did.”

Finn sat up, all attempts to conceal his eagerness falling away. He couldn’t believe that he was finally so close to learning the secret of getting big! His pulse began to pound in his ears and his breath caught in his chest. He could almost feel his muscles growing and swelling already. He could almost–

“If you wanna get big and swole like me…” Beck began, slowly enunciating every word and taking obvious relish out of prolonging Finn’s delirious expectation.

“Yes? Yes? Tell me! TELL ME!” Finn demanded, jumping up off the bench to stand over the big guy. His hands were clenched at his sides and his eyes were boring into Beck’s head. He had to know! He couldn’t wait one second longer!

Beck looked up at him with amusement, his perfectly toned and ripped body dripping languidly with droplets of sweat, his full lips curved into a smile, and his green eyes sparkling. He opened his mouth, exposing evenly spaced, pearlescent teeth. Finn could see the tip of his red tongue poised just at the back of his upper teeth as the huge man contemplated his next words.

“To get big and swole like me,” he repeated in that sonorous tone that dripped with easy dominance like his swole bod dripped with perspiration, “you gotta suck my cock first.”

Finn’s mouth fell open with shock at these words but it was nothing compared to the shock that followed when Beck Randall flipped his towel aside, exposing the biggest, fattest, longest, and hardest cock that Finn had ever seen.

***

Chapter 2

“And ya didn’t suck it?” Kyle asked, shaking his head and leaning back on his stool to take a swig of beer. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Both Finn and Kyle’s girlfriend, Chloe, were left stunned by this response. Chloe was the first to recover, shaking her head so vigorously that her long, brown hair went flying, some of it hitting Kyle in the face. “Kyle!” she shouted. “A better question is what is wrong with you? I mean, really? Are you telling me you would have sucked off Beck Randall if he asked?”

Kyle smirked, rubbing his face where Chloe’s hair had slapped him. “Nah, ‘course not!” he conceded. “But I don’t wanna get swole as bad as Finn obviously does. I’m just sayin’ that if yer dream is within reach, why not go for it? Sucking a guy off to get what you really want? Pffft. That’s a no-brainer.”

Chloe snorted derisively and launched into an indignant tirade but Finn didn’t hear her. His mind had already wandered away from Kyle and Chloe and the conversation in the dimly lit bar. He was back in the sauna at the Y, the events that had transpired there replaying before his eyes.

“You can go fuck yourself!” he yelled, enraged by Beck’s obscene offer and disgusted by that mutantly huge, dripping cock the dude was waving in front of his face. “And with a dick like that,” he added, balling his fists even as he took a step backward, “you shouldn’t have any trouble with that!”

Beck watched him, a glint of amusement dancing in his green eyes. “Suit yerself,” he drawled, shrugging his giant shoulders. “But if you walk away now, the next time the price will be even higher.”

Finn’s hand was already on the handle of the door. “There won’t be a next time, asshole!” he spat, tugging the door open and savoring the deliciously cool air that exhaled in his face. The stifling air inside the sauna had taken on fetid, unsavory quality. “I will never,” he paused, struggling to find the words and finally settling on, “do that! NEVER!”

“Oh, you’ll be back,” Beck taunted, flopping his giant organ provocatively at him as Finn marched out of the sauna. “I can guarantee it.”

“Isn’t that right, Finn?” Chloe demanded, looking over at him, her eyes flashing with indignation.

Finn shook himself, memories of that awful experience slipping away into a fog. “Yeah,” he agreed. He had no idea what she’d been saying but tried to fake it by matching her outraged tone. “That’s fuckin’ right!”

Kyle watched them both with a skeptical look as he sloshed the dregs of beer in his bottle. “Hey,” he said, spreading his hands, “my original argument still stands: If yer dream is in reach, you’re stupid not to go for it. You shoulda sucked his cock, buddy.”

***

“I’ll do it.”

Beck paused, towel covering his head. He was standing naked in the locker room, drying off his magnificent body after a shower. “I knew you’d be back,” he grunted in a muffled voice before lowering the towel to fix Finn with his disconcertingly clear gaze, “but the price has gone up. You ready to pay it?”

Finn looked down at the floor, only to jerk his head to the side when his eyes landed on that huge flaccid cock, still dripping from the shower. He couldn’t believe he was doing this! What was wrong with him?

“You gonna pay or not, dude?” Beck prompted, waggling his cock at him. “I don’t got all day.”

Finn swallowed, acutely aware that several guys were within earshot. A couple of them had turned to observe them curiously. He couldn’t believe he was doing this! What was wrong with him? What was wrong with–? 

But then he flicked his gaze upward, taking in Beck’s incredibly pumped, svelte, and bulging physique and he steeled himself, making up his mind. It was worth it. Yeah, it was worth it. Sucking off the dude–and doing whatever other humiliating acts Beck had in mind–was a small price if he got to live the rest of his life with a bod like that. Kyle was right: He was too close now to achieving his dream to let sucking off a guy stop him.

“Um, can we, you know, talk about this somewhere else?” he whispered, looking around.

Beck’s face split wide open with a wicked grin and for a horrifying moment Finn was certain that the higher price would involve sucking him off right there in the locker room. Mercifully, though, the big man jerked his head toward the sauna before turning and slowly sauntering off in that direction. Finn watched him go–a muscle god with the soul of a demon–clenching his fists. (Why the fuck am I doing this?) With great effort, though, he managed to force himself to move to his locker where he stripped out of his gym clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. In a few moments, he was lurching on wooden legs toward the sauna.

***

There were a couple guys lounging on the bench when he entered but Beck pointed at the door, ordering, “Out!” and they immediately departed without a backward glance. The big muscle dude watched them go with a smirk. As Finn stood there, numb inside, Beck rounded on him, stopping only inches away. With exaggerated slowness, his hands fell to the towel around his waist, thumbs resting on the edge of the fabric. Finn shivered, gaze unwillingly drawn to the dude’s immaculately manscaped belly, the severe ridges of each abdominal muscle etched in stark relief beneath his trimmed, black hair. Beck’s ridiculously fat, long member was conspicuously outlined against the terrycloth.

The hapless Finn waited for the big man to speak but he remained silent, the tension between them growing more unbearable with each passing moment. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and he stammered, “W-W-What do I have to do?”

Beck crossed his beefy arms and then surprised Finn by throwing his head back and letting loose with booming laughter. He laughed and laughed and laughed as Finn stood there scowling up at him until he finally recovered enough to choke out, “Oh, my god! The look on yer face! Shit, that was fuckin’ priceless!”

Finn grimaced, sweat trickling down his back and pulse pounding in his ears. “Cut it out!” he demanded in a voice that sounded shrill compared to Beck’s baritone. “Just tell me what I need to do to get big like you!”

“Do?” Beck asked, still chuckling. “You don’t have to do anything. Just meet at my dad’s lab tonight and I’ll give you everything you need.”

“That’s it?” Finn pressed, unable to believe that Beck would so willingly help him out. “You’re not gonna make me suck your cock or…” His voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

“Or what?” Beck asked, taking a step closer, lips curving into a sly smile. It wasn’t Finn’s imagination; the lurid bulge pressing against the dude’s towel was even bigger than moments ago.

“Beck,” Finn said, trying and failing to sound menacing as he took a step backward. “You’re such an asshole!”

This only made the big man laugh harder. Finn rolled his eyes and was turning to go when Beck reached out and tousled his hair patronizingly, saying, “Meet me at 7pm, pussy boy. I’ll be waiting for you out front.”

***

Despite his better judgment (and the fact that he didn’t trust the guy one bit), he met Beck at 7pm that night in front of Randall Enterprises, an imposing edifice constructed entirely of black granite. There were no windows and only one door which was guarded by two men decked out in full body armor.

“Expecting a terrorist attack?” Finn asked half in jest as Beck emerged from between the two hulking brutes.

Beck smiled, ignoring the question as he dropped a heavy hand onto his shoulder and guided him through the bulletproof doors. “It’s not much,” he said as he breezed down an imposingly armored corridor, “but I like to call it home.”

Finn barely had a chance to look around before they were in an elevator descending more than fifteen floors into the bowels of the huge building. When they exited, Beck steered him into a nearby laboratory, swiping his hand over a glowing panel and clapping his hands once they stepped into the darkened room. The lights immediately flashed on, dazzling Finn with their brightness. 

He looked around, mouth hanging open. It was like something out of a science fiction movie. The room was filled with row upon row of empty glass canisters, each tall and wide enough to hold a person, something that Beck confirmed a moment later when he revealed, “I spent the summer suspended in one of those tanks, bro.”

Finn froze, the implied meaning of the big muscle god’s words dawning on him. He turned to Beck, croaking, “You mean…?”

Beck nodded, rugged face breaking into a smile as he motioned down at his perfectly muscled physique. “Yup,” he declared. “That’s my secret. That’s how I got like this. It took forever and some…well, a lot of arguing but I finally convinced my dad to let me be a guinea pig.” He paused to cup his massive pecs, jiggling them up and down, before continuing, “Thank god it worked and I didn’t end up a vegetable or mutant freak. I mean, look at these tits! What dude wouldn’t want jugs like these? And then there’s my cock…”

Finn’s face colored and he cleared his throat uncomfortably, murmuring, “Um, yeah, sure.” He shook himself and looked away, saying, “That’s really, um, really quite…”

“Stupid? Risky? Impossible?” Beckl finished for him, clearly relishing his befuddlement. “Well, it is two of the three at least.”

Finn barely heard him. His mind was reeling with unspoken implications as he slowly turned around, examining the tanks with growing unease. “Does that mean I have to–”

“Nah,” Beck said, interrupting him. “Not unless yer ready to drop out of college and spend the rest of the semester in suspended animation, a feeding tube jammed down yer throat and body stuck full of a thousand needles slowly injecting ya with dozens of chemicals.” He paused, a shiver running down his body as he grunted, “Ugh! I’m still traumatized from the experience!”

Finn blinked, not understanding what Beck was getting at. “But if you’re not going to put me in one of these tanks, then what are we doing here?”

In answer, the big man turned to him, holding out his big hand and wiggling his thick fingers. “Your phone, bro. Gimme yer phone.”

Finn hesitated. “Wait! What do you–?”

“Just unlock it and give it to me,” Beck insisted. “I’m tryna help ya out here.”

Reluctantly, Finn stuck his hand inside his pocket and withdrew his iPhone, swiping his finger across the screen to unlock it. Hand shaking, he held it out to Beck who took it and, after fiddling with it for only a few seconds handed it back, stating, “There. The app is installed.” 

Finn took back his phone and opened his mouth to ask a question but the big man held up a finger, saying, “Just a sec.”  Then he startled Finn by producing a syringe and jabbing it into his own arm. As Finn stared in disbelief, Beck withdrew the needle and rubbed his arm, muttering, “Jesus! Thefuckin’  activator juice burns like shit when it goes in!”

“Why’d you do that?” Finn asked, confused and uneasy. “And what is an ‘activator’?”

Beck pretended like he didn’t hear and, turning back to him, smiled brightly as he announced, “You now have five minutes to drink my cum before it wears off.”

Chapter 3

Finn jumped at these words, nearly dropping his phone as he scrambled to get as far away from Beck as possible. “What the fuck?!” he shouted, holding his hands in front of him. “I thought you said I didn’t have to suck you off!”

“You don’t,” Beck answered, nonchalantly bending over to push his sweatpants and jockstrap down around his knees. 

Finn fish-mouthed in horrified disbelief as the dude’s humongous member flopped free, dangling like a limp firehouse beneath his legs. Flaccid, it hung down well past his knee caps. And then there were his balls. Shit, those balls! Finn suppressed a shiver of dread. No man should have balls that big! Belatedly, he realized he’d been utterly stupid to take the dude at his word. Beck Randall was clearly a devious fucker who could not be trusted. And now he was trapped inside an impregnable vault with nowhere to run. Why had he been so stupid?

While these thoughts spun inside Finn’s brain, Beck grabbed his liberated member and started jacking himself with both hands, his huge nuts slapping profanely against his thighs. In seconds, his massive cock had inflated into an erection of truly gargantuan proportions. Finn felt sick to his stomach at the sight.

For his part, Beck was completely oblivious to Finn’s state of shock and acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world to yank down his pants and start jacking off in front of another guy. “You just need to swallow my load after I shoot,” he explained in a somewhat strained voice. “You don’t have to suck my cock. Get it?”

Finn didn’t. 

When he remained frozen, Beck sighed through his nose, clarifying, “Listen, you wanna get big, you gotta swallow my cum. It’s the easiest way to get the stuff inside you.” He suppressed a moan as a frisson of pleasure rolled over him, leaving his tongue hanging out of his mouth. 

“Stuff? What stuff?” Finn pressed. He hadn’t stopped backing away from Beck and was nearly halfway to the door. If the creepy fucker hadn’t locked it, he might stand a chance at escape…

“I dunno! The stuff!” Beck growled through clenched teeth, fapping growing louder with each jack. “I can’t explain the science, I just know ya gotta drink my cum if yer gonna get swole!” His voice broke off then and he was panting with exertion when he continued, ““It’s up to you how you do it but if yer not gonna suck me, then you’d better find something fast to catch my jizz ‘cuz I’m gonna shoot!”

Finn stopped moving to the door, awash with indecision. So, he didn’t have to suck on the dude’s cock, he just had to drink his cum? He shivered with disgust at the idea. Could he do that? Could he swallow another guy’s cum? And did Beck even know what he was talking about? Was all of this an elaborate hoax to trick Finn into blowing him? And, say it wasn’t a hoax, if Finn did drink his cum, would it have the intended effect on his body? 

Fuck! He was so conflicted! What should he do?

Beck’s moaning grew louder and Finn realized then he didn’t have long to make up his mind. He stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists, feeling the floor vibrate under his feet as Beck’s wild jacking increased in fervor. Finally, he shook himself, asking, “Why do I have–?”

“UNGH!” Beck howled, head back and pelvis thrusting with impending orgasm. “FUCKIN’ HURRY UP, DUDE! Ya only got one chance! Grab a beaker or get on yer knees and get ready to swallow!”

While Finn stood there waffling, Beck’s monster cock erupted like a fucking volcano, shooting hot jizz far and wide across the laboratory. He cried out, hips bucking as he sprayed and sprayed and sprayed. Finn gaped, awestruck until it dawned on him that he’d better act. If he didn’t do something soon, his opportunity would slip away and he might never achieve his dream of getting swole.

He lurched into action.

Forcing his disgust and heterosexual pride aside, he dove for that spewing cock, taking in as many inches as he could in one gulp. His stomach revolted as the dude’s hot cum rocketed down his esophagus and it was all he could do to suppress his gag reflex. Somehow, though, he managed to hang on and even swallowed another few inches of that swollen shaft. Soon, cock was all his mouth and throat knew as Beck’s manhood rammed deep inside him. He was drowning in semen!

He hung on.

Beck took the back of Finn’s head in both hands and pulled him close, choking him with his behemoth. Finn’s vision clouded and he started to lose consciousness but, just when he was about to pass out, Beck released him and he fell backward, catching himself on his hands and landing heavily on his ass. He collapsed onto the floor, retching up gobbets of cum and feeling like he wanted to die.

He couldn’t believe he’d done it.

He’d sucked another guy’s cock and swallowed his cum!

Was it even worth it?

***

“You did good, bro.”

Finn looked up weakly from the floor at Beck, blanching at the sight of his giant hose still dribbling cum on the tile floor. Somehow he didn’t feel like he did good. If anything he felt the opposite. His body had broken out in a clammy sweat and his stomach gurgled with revulsion, filled as it was with Beck’s mutant cream. Cum plastered his face, hair, and chest. He was dripping with it from head to fucking toe. 

What, oh, what had he done?

Beck’s face softened as he registered Finn’s freaked-out state and he tossed him a damp rag. While he busied himself stuffing his deflating monster cock back into the custom-sewn pouch of his jockstrap, Finn tried his best to wipe himself clean. When he was (sort of) presentable again, Beck paced over and extended his hand. Finn stared at it dumbly before he stirred and reached out to take it. Beck winked and heaved him to his feet, slapping him fondly on the ass.

“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d do it,” he admitted as he led Finn over to a chair and helped him to sit down. “None of the other guys who wanted to learn my secret were as brave as you.”

“Brave or stupid?” Finn managed to croak. “I feel like a fucking idiot.”

Beck chuckled. “Maybe yer both, bro? Still, I can guarantee you won’t be disappointed with the results.”  He sat down at a desk next to Finn and pulled out a laptop, peering down at it with interest. He pecked away at the keys, scrunching up his face before pronouncing, “Looks good. You got enough of ‘em inside ya for maximum potency.”

Finn was holding his head in his hands, fighting back nausea. “Enough of what?” he asked, not sure he wanted to learn the answer.

“Enough of the molecules,” Beck explained, cryptically. “I tole ya I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout the science and my dad would shit if he knew I was doin’ this but one of the guys in the lab showed me this beta software they’re developing. It’s…well, it’s kinda complicated but it’ll make ya grow big, I promise.”

“How? How will it make me grow big?” Finn persisted, closing his eyes to keep the room from spinning around him.

Beck lifted his mountainous shoulders. “I dunno. My brain power’s not what it used to be before the…time…in the tank. I think it made me dumber or sumthn’. I think it’s one of the side effects but I’m not sure. No one’ll tell me.”

Finn’s body went cold when he heard this. Did that mean he would suffer the same fate? He was already barely treading water in his college classes. He couldn’t afford to lose any IQ points! He hung his head, regretting bitterly his impulsive decision to suck Beck’s cock.

“Anyway,” Beck was saying. “You’re a new host. When you swallowed my cum, you were infected–”

“Infected!?”

“I mean inoc…inoc…inocu–”

“Inoculated?” Finn offered.

Beck’s face broke into a silly grin. “Uh, yeah. That word. Anyway, now this software is…Shit! What’s the word? Well, I think the software is kinda like…harmonizin’…the molecules with your body. When it’s done, you can use the app I installed on yer phone to make ‘em build muscle for ya. Or at least I think that’s how it works.”

Finn moaned again, slumping down in the chair. He’d just done the stupidest thing in the world and now he was fucked. Totally fucked.

“‘Course, it’s not gonna work exactly like it did on me,” Beck continued. “I mean, yer not gonna be swimmin’ in a tank fer three months like I did. But if you take this protein powder.” He paused to pull out a white plastic tub from the desk drawer and plop it on the desk in front of Finn. “And, er, make some sacrifices, you’ll grow huge like me.”

Finn’s head snapped up. “Sacrifices?” he demanded. “What sort of sacrifices?”

In answer, Beck pushed himself away from the desk and stood up, motioning for Finn to do the same. Finn rose stiffly, heart suddenly pounding with dread. “C’mere,” Beck urged, leading him over to a bank of mirrors on the far wall. The glass surface was smeared liberally with the big guy’s drying cum but enough clear patches remained for Finn to see his reflection.

He stood there, blinking back at himself. He looked terrible! His face was drawn and his eyes were red-rimmed. His skin was pale and his hair was lank, drenched as it was with Beck’s seed. And his clothes… Ugh! He started to turn away but Beck stopped him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

“What do ya see, bro?” he asked.

“I see myself,” Finn stated. “What the fuck am I ‘sposed to see?”

Beck sighed, holding out his hand. “Your phone, dude. Gimme yer phone again.”

“What for now?” Finn insisted, not having a good feeling about this.

Beck rolled his eyes. “I’m gotta take some pics for the app. It’ll build a…a…uh, shit! I forget what it’s called! I just know it needs yer pics before it will work.”

Feeling no little trepidation, Finn fished his iPhone out of his pocket again and handed it over. Beck received it with another wink, causing Finn to flush.

“Now take off yer clothes.”

“WHAT?!” Finn shouted, wrapping his arms protectively around himself. “NO!”

“Jesus Christ, yer a whiny little bitch, ain’t ya?” Beck muttered before elaborating, “Ya gotta be nekkid for this to work. Now, c’mon. Off with yer togs!”

When Finn didn’t stir, Beck reached out and wrestled his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room. He was reaching for the drawstring of his sweats when Finn pushed his hands away, saying indignantly, “Cut it out! I’ll take ‘em off myself!”

Beck crossed his arms and stepped back, waiting. Finn’s fingers trembled as he bent over and unlaced his shoes, kicking them off. Then he fumbled with the drawstring of his sweats, finally succeeding in untying it. Turning his back to Beck, he slid the pants down his thighs and stepped out of them. Now clad only in his boxers, he hesitated before sliding them off as well.

He was naked.

In front of Beck Randall.

He hung his head and closed his eyes, longing for this whole humiliating experience to be over.

“Not bad,” Beck commented, walking around him and observing his body critically. “Ya got some definition and yer muscles ain’t too bad. Not much fat to work with, though,” he murmured, adding, “The app works better if ya got some fat on ya…but, fuck it! It don’t matter. You got enough other a-a-a-” he stopped, searching for the word before slowly pronouncing, “at-tri-butes to make it work, at least for a while.” While Finn struggled to understand what he meant by this, Beck paced around in front of him, letting out a low whistle and praising, “Whoa, look at that cock! Nuthin’ to be ashamed of there! The app’ll like that.”

“Hey!” Finn objected, covering his crotch with his hands. “Skip that commentary and take the damned pics. I gotta get outta here.”

“Awww, c’mon, buddy,” Beck cajoled. “Lift up yer hands and hold up yer head like a man. Yer about to become a true alpha. Why not start actin’ like one?”

Scowling, Finn did as he was told but he kept his eyes firmly closed.

“Finn,” Beck warned in a low growl. “Open yer eyes! Go on! Just do it. Take a good long look at yerself. It’s the last time you’ll ever be like this.”

Reluctantly, he did as he was told, opening his eyes to regard his reflection in the mirror as Beck walked around him snapping pictures. He scowled at himself, so scrawny and blobby and misshapen. The only parts of his body he liked were his height–he stood nearly six feet three inches tall–and his cock–all nine and a half inches of it!–the rest was shit. He was bow-legged and his arms were too short. Pimples covered his back, shoulders, and ass cheeks. Patchy, dirt-colored hair carpeted his chest, shoulders, crotch, and thighs. His butt was completely flat and his legs were too skinny. And his belly sagged down listlessly. Kyle called him ‘skinny fat’ and Finn grimaced as he realized his friend was right.

He forced his gaze up to his face and grimaced at his big nose, weak chin, watery blue eyes, and scraggly beard. His big ears jutted out from the sides of his head like the handles of a jug and his muddy blond hair was dull and greasy. His narrow shoulders sagged in defeat. He was not handsome by any stretch and he knew it. 

Seeing himself in all of his ‘glory’ helped convince him that maybe he wasn’t quite as stupid for taking this risk as he’d thought. I guess I don’t have much to lose, he thought, casting his gaze over to Beck as he finished snapping photos.

“There,” the big dude pronounced at that moment, handing the phone back to him. “You can get dressed and then I’ll show ya how it works.”

***

“See these little dials here?” Beck asked, pointing his thick forefinger at the screen of Finn’s phone.

“Yeah.”

“These are what I was talkin’ ‘bout when I mentioned sacrifices.”

Finn furrowed his brow as he examined the screen, cheeks coloring when he saw the utlra high resolution, 3-D image of his naked body on the right side of the display. To the left, there were a series of dails. His head swam as he read the descriptions. There were so many! They ranged from things like ‘Muscle Mass,’ ‘Body Fat Composition,’ ‘Height,’ and ‘Facial Hair.’ He scrolled through them, flicking his finger down the exhaustive list. It was like the character design section in the video games he and Kyle played on the weekends. Every possible detail of his body was covered, even such minutiae as ‘Chin Width’ and ‘Brow Depth’. He gasped when he got to the section labeled ‘Genitals,’ noticing a series of dials labeled ‘Penis length,’ ‘Penis girth,’ and ‘Testicle Size.’ Heart pounding, he turned questioningly to Beck.

The big guy smiled back at him encouragingly, saying, “I know it sounds weird but you can use these dials to change any of these things on yer body. The app talks to the, um, molecules in your bloodstream and they do whatever it tells ‘em to.”

Finn’s mouth fell open. “No. Fucking. Way.”

Beck shrugged. “It’s true but there’re limits. Anytime ya add to something, ya have to take away from sumthin’ else.”

“Huh?”

“The protein powder,” Beck explained. “Yer body can only metabolize so much of it at a time. If you wanna get swole fast, you gotta make trade offs, otherwise it’ll take a really long time to get as big as me. And I’m guessin’ you wanna get big as fast as possible, right?”

Finn nodded. He did! He did want to get big fast! But what would he be willing to trade for more muscle? Certainly not his dick size!

Reading his mind, Beck grinned. “Don’t worry, lil’ guy! Ya got enough fat to trade for some muscle right away. Try dialing back on yer body fat and dialing up on yer muscle mass. I’ll bet you’ll be happy with the results. Once yer down to four or five percent body fat, come back to me and we’ll figure something else out.” He clapped Finn on the shoulder and headed toward the door, saying over his shoulder, “I gotta go now but I think yer ready to start havin’ some fun. Shoot me a text if ya need anything. I added my number to yer contacts.”

“Beck, wait!” Finn called out, scrambling to catch up with him. “Don’t go yet! I still have questions!”

But Beck was already walking through the door and, try as he might, Finn couldn’t get the big man to answer any more of his questions. After following him out of the building, he was left standing on the sidewalk outside Randall Enterprises, holding his phone and watching helplessly as Beck got into his huge SUV and roared off into traffic.

***

Chapter 4

When Finn returned to his apartment, Kyle was asleep on the couch, ESPN playing on the television. His mouth was hanging open and a rope of drool was sliding down his chin. A half-empty beer can was tilting out of his hand, dribbling onto the cushion. 

Finn sighed, looking down with consternation at his roommate. He’d hoped that Kyle would be spending the night at Chloe’s place–like he did 99% of the time–because he really wanted to be by himself. His mind was spinning and his stomach felt queasy after the supremely weird encounter with Beck in the laboratory. (I can’t believe I swallowed his cock and drank his cum! Does that mean I’m gay?) He needed alone time to settle down and contemplate his next move. Should he use the app? And, if so, what should he ‘sacrifice’ first? And what if it didn’t work? Or worse, what if it did work but went all wrong? He could end up a total freak! He could–

While he stood there perseverating, Kyle stirred from slumber, pushing himself blearily up on the sofa. Finn jumped, nearly dropping the tub of protein powder that Beck had given him. As he scrambled to catch the tub before it broke open, his roommate’s eyes went round and he exclaimed, “Oh. My. God. You did it! You really did it! You sucked his cock, didn’t you?”

Finn wilted with shame. “H-H-H-How did you know?” he stammered, looking down at the floor. “Is it that obvious?”

Kyle laughed, drawling, “Kinda. It’s written all over your face, dude. Literally. You’re covered in dried cum.”

Finn grimaced, hands inadvertently going to his face where he discovered that Kyle wasn’t lying: His face and hair were crusty with Beck’s spooge. He took a step backward and was preparing to flee into the bathroom when Kyle stopped him, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him onto the sofa next to him.

“Whoa, dude!” he said, holding up his hands. “Yer not goin’ anywhere yet! You gotta tell me what happened!” He paused to make a face before clarifying, “Well, not everything. I don’t wanna hear about sucking his cock but I do wanna know if ya learned his secret. Are ya gonna get swole?” 

Unable to speak, Finn leaned forward, holding his head in his hands. Finally, Kyle took pity on him and placed a warm hand on his shoulder, soothing, “Awww, buddy! I’m sorry! It’s Ok. You don’t have to talk about it right now if yer not ready.”

For some reason, Finn had to fight back tears as he choked out, “I-I-I…I don’t know what to say.”

Kyle rubbed his back, placating, “Don’t talk. I can wait.”

Finn sat next to his friend for a long time until he had an idea. “Here,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He swiped his finger across the screen to unlock it and opened the strange app that Beck had installed. (It was labeled ‘Get Jack’d’ under an icon of a man’s bulging bicep.) Offering the phone to his friend, he urged, “Check this out.” 

Kyle was reaching for it when Finn had second thoughts and yanked it back, warning, “But ya gotta promise me you won’t touch anything, Ok? It’s linked somehow to chemical stuff in my body. Whatever we change in the app will happen to me, at least that’s what Beck said.”

“Scout’s honor,” Kyle pledged, holding his hand solemnly over his heart before reaching out again to take the phone. Still fighting back qualms, Finn let him have it and he watched, pulse pounding, as his friend stared down at the phone, eyebrows lifting in surprise when the high-res pic of Finn appeared on the screen. “Whoa! Dude!” he yelped. “Yer bare-ass naked on there! Bare-ass naked and…hung…too, from the looks of things.” He lifted his head and looked appraisingly over at Finn, murmuring, “I had no idea my lil’ Finn was packin’! Who’d a guessed it?”

“Fuck you,” Finn said, scowling. “So what if I am?”

“I’m just impressed, that’s all,” Kyle replied, turning his attention to the left side of the screen and the multitude of adjustment dials. After a few moments of stunned silence during which he scrolled through page after page of dials, he queried, “So, am I right in guessing that we can adjust these thingies to give you more muscle?”

Finn nodded, tongue thick in the back of his throat.

Kyle’s eyes went round. When he spoke, his voice was filled with awe. “Totally fuckin’ sick, man! This is like fuckin’ science fiction! So effin’ cool!”

Finn pushed up from the couch, nodding his head as he retrieved the phone. “I know. I can’t believe it, either. It’s too much! I’m gonna take a shower and go to bed. I need to sleep on this. I still can’t decide if I wanna go through with it.”

He started to head toward the bathroom but Kyle stopped him, grabbing him by the wrist. Finn turned to discover his friend staring up at him, mouth hanging open, a look of profound disbelief on his face. “What?!” he demanded. “Yer gonna go to ‘sleep on it and think it over’?! Whaddaya mean? This is yer fuckin’ dream come true, bro! Yer not gonna sleep on it! Yer gonna ACT!” 

Finn tried to free himself but his buddy wouldn’t let go. Far from it! Tightening his grip, Kyle led him into his room where he rummaged around with his free hand in his messy dresser, finally extracting something flashy and gold and stuffing it into Finn’s palm.

“Here,” he ordered. “You go rinse off. When you come out, I want you wearing that and nothin’ else. You understand?”

Perplexed, Finn held out his hand and let the little piece of fabric unfurl, going first pale and then pink at the sight of it: It was a tiny, sheer gold thong. He dropped it in disgust, kicking it under the bed before Kyle could stop him.

“NO FUCKIN’ WAY!” he yelled. “There’s no way I’ll put that thing on!”

“It’s just a posing strap, dude,” Kyle muttered in a bewildered voice, trying to fish out the thong with his foot. “What’s the big deal? All the muscle dudes wear ‘em during competition. And yer about to become a bona fide muscle dude. Ya might as well get comfortable in the uniform.”

“I am not wearing yer fuckin’ thong,” Finn stated flatly, clenching his fists, “And that’s final!”

***

Ten minutes later, Finn emerged from the bathroom wearing the gold thong. Holding his hands in front of his crotch and sidling into the apartment’s tiny living room, he shot Kyle a look of reproach.

“That’s my boy!” Kyle said cheerfully, ignoring Finn’s murderous glare as he looked up from the photography equipment he was assembling. 

While Finn was showering, his roommate had been busy, moving all of the furniture aside to make room for the impressive array of equipment. Against the back wall was a big, silver-colored screen flanked by a pair of giant lights. A trio of video cameras were positioned in an arc around the screen and a microphone hung from a boom on the ceiling. 

Finn’s mouth fell open as he took it all in. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Kyle!” he exclaimed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“It’s for your shoot, bro,” Kyle murmured as if this was completely obvious. “Yer so lucky yer best bro in the whole world is taking a videography class this semester and I have all of this great stuff.” 

“Lucky?” Finn challenged, feeling rising panic at the thought of going on camera dressed in a thong. “What the fuck, Kyle! I can’t–”

But Kyle was already talking over him. “If yer goin’ on a ‘30-day Shred,’ ya gotta make a YouTube video to document yer progress…” His voice trailed off and he asked, “You do have a YouTube channel, don’t ya?” When Finn shook his head (A YouTube channel! WTF?) he exhaled heavily, pulling out his phone and dictating a memo. “Siri,” he instructed, “Add a YouTube channel to Finn’s list.” He paused as the robotic voice responded in the affirmative before adding, “Oh, and an Instagram account. We’ll register the handle ‘FYZZ’–that’s F-Y-Z-Z– if it’s available.”

Finn opened his mouth but Kyle held up his finger. “Hold on a sec, bro,” he ordered, pacing over to the kitchenette and grabbing their folding table and a chair. With great care, he arranged them in front of the cameras, repositioning them several times until he was satisfied. Then, executing a bow, he motioned for Finn to sit down. Before he could do so, though, Kyle grabbed a rag off the floor and laid it over the cushion, explaining, “Wouldn’t want yer butt juices on our fine furniture now, would we?”

“Kyle, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” Finn grumbled but nonetheless took a seat in the chair. He grimaced when he was forced to remove one hand from his crotch to shield his eyes from the bright lights shining in his face.

“Oh, don’t be such a pussy!” Kyle chided. “Smile, dude! If we play this right, it’s our ticket to some serious cash!”

Brow wrinkling, Finn squinted up at him. “Huh? I don’t follow.”

Kyle slapped his hand to his forehead. “Jeezus! You’d be lost without me, you know that? Listen to me, bro: We are gonna monetize this. MON-A-TIZE! You got that? If your boyfriend’s app really works and you turn into a hulking he-man, we’re gonna be rollin’ in dough!”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Finn protested, holding up a hand before clapping it back over his business. “And I still don’t get it. How exactly will ‘we’ make money from this?”

Sighing through his nose, Kyle marched back into the kitchen, grabbed something out of the cupboard, and returned, slamming the object down onto the folding table in front of Finn. Finn stared at it in confusion. It was a big plastic tub of Kyle’s favorite protein powder, Naked Nutrition’s ‘Naked Whey.’

“What’s that for?”

“Oh my fuckin’ god, you’re dense!” Kyle yelled, looking up at the ceiling as he lifted his hands into the air in exasperation. “That’s the product yer gonna push in your video, you dumbfuck! Get it? Yer naked and yer pushing ‘Naked Whey’! Aren’t I brilliant?”

Finn glowered at him. “Yeah, abso-fucking brilliant. Did you ever stop to think, Mr. Genius, that I’m not even gonna use ‘Naked Whey’?” He pointed over to the couch where the tub of protein powder that Beck had given him was laying on its side. “I’m gonna take that stuff. And, besides, Beck said the protein powder doesn’t do much anyway. The app and the chemicals in my body do all the work.”

Kyle’s jaw dropped. “Listen, fucktard,” he growled. “Shut up and let me do the thinking, Ok? We both know that ‘Naked Whey’ won’t have anything to do with your muscle gains but your audience does not. Get it? They’ll see your muscles swelling and your body gettin’ shredded and assume it’s the work of the protein powder. That’s all that counts. It’s marketing, plain and simple. And once Naked Nutrition sees your vlog and takes notice of your progress, they’ll be fucking begging to sponsor us! And Google will dump even more cash on us once you rack up enough views. Trust me. It’s only a matter of time. We’re gonna be fuckin’ rich, bro!” When Finn just sat there with pursed lips and skepticism etched across his face, Kyle sighed and paced over behind the table. Laying a hand on his shoulder, he coaxed, “Trust me, Finn! Ya gotta trust yer best bro here. I’m not wrong about this! Now, let’s get this thing rollin’, Ok?”

***

In the end, Finn sat at the table in his thong looking profoundly uncomfortable while Kyle did all the talking. He stood up and flexed when prompted and tried his best to smile wanly for the camera but his heart wasn’t in it. He felt ridiculous wearing the skimpiest piece of clothing imaginable with his love handles spilling over the waistband and his saggy butt hanging out in back. He couldn’t even take pride out of the way the thong set off his package. He looked down at it askance, realizing with extreme chagrin that the head of his circumcised cock was clearly visible, crammed as it was into the miniscule pouch. He felt like an ugly baboon and said as much after Kyle stopped the recording.

“Well, that’s ‘cuz you are an ugly baboon, you big idiot!” Kyle stated, rolling his eyes as he darted away from Finn’s swinging fist. “But that’s the point!” he added, laughing. “This is the first day of yer shred, dude! Yer ‘sposed to look like a fuckin’ scrawny-ass chimp! That way, it makes yer progress even more incredible. Get it?”

Finn was too busy trying to throttle him to respond, something that only seemed to add to Kyle’s rising humor. He danced away from Finn, giggling and taunting him with comments like, “Ooh, baby! Look at yer junk jiggle! I’m gonna swoon!” and, “Is that a banana in yer thong, Mr. Monkey, or are ya just happy to see me?” until Finn collapsed on the sofa in exhaustion. He’d had it! The whole day had turned into a huge, surreal mind fuck and he didn’t have any fight left in him.

Or at least he thought so until Kyle leaned over and held out his hand, wiggling his fingers and saying, “Alright, buddy. Now the fun starts. Hand over that phone and let’s get yer shred on!” He grabbed the phone out of Finn’s hands before he could stop him. 

It took another hour of chasing Kyle around the apartment before Finn finally gave up and let his friend take his fate–and his body–in his hands.

***

Chapter 5

“So, how do you feel?”

Finn awoke to find Kyle hovering over him, an eager look on his face.

“Mmmfff,” he moaned, rolling over onto his side. “Ok, I guess.” He stopped in surprise at the sound of his voice. It sounded so deep!

Kyle noticed it, too. “OMG!” he exclaimed. “It worked! It fuckin’ worked! Now let’s see that new bod of yers!” He reached out and would have pulled the sheet off Finn’s naked form if Finn hadn’t slapped his hands away.

“Stop it, Kyle!” he growled, startled again by the commanding tone of his voice. He sounded like a real man for the first time in his life! “And get out! I need privacy!”

Kyle crossed his arms defiantly. “Privacy?” he snorted. “I’m yer fuckin’ manager, dude. Ya don’t get no privacy around me. Now lemme see yer progress! I gotta see how it worked so I can plan our next video shoot. We gotta get this up on our channel!”

“My manager?” Finn repeated. “I don’t need a manager!”

Brows knitting in consternation, Kyle scolded, “We’re not having this discussion right now, Finn. I’m your manager and that’s that. Now get yer ass out of bed and lemme see that bod!”

Finn jumped at his friend’s stern tone, throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed before he realized what he was doing. He stood there, naked with his morning wood still at half mast, while Kyle paced around him, muttering to himself.

“Hmmm, it worked pretty well,” he commented, holding his chin in his hand. “I chose the right settings, I see.” He leaned down to inspect Finn’s butt, remarking, “It’s tiny and still covered in flab but there really is a little baby ass pushing out under all that fuzz.”

Finn turned scarlet, waking up to the fact that he’d just let Kyle order him around like he was his boss or something! What the fuck? He was a man now! He wasn’t going to let Kyle own him! “Kyle,” he warned, pitching his deep voice for maximum effect. “Listern, you–”

His roommate shushed him with an angry gesture, commanding, “Shut up, Finn! I can’t be distracted right now. You can whine later.”

Whine? WHINE? Finn thought angrily but nonetheless stayed quiet. He stood there, quietly seething while Kyle cataloged his gains.

“Shoulders are broader. Arms are a little bigger. Chest is more defined. Hmmmm, and those quads are looking decent,” he continued, oblivious to Finn’s resentment. “Still a lot of fat around the hips to work with. Yes, that was smart of me. We wouldn’t want to make our boy look too ripped right away. Gotta stretch this out over the month to keep the fans comin’ back.”

“Are ya done?” Finn demanded after Kyle stepped back. “‘Cuz I’m gonna fuckin’ kick yer ass if ya are!”

His question snapped Kyle out of his reverie and he frowned, tsking, “Now, Finn! That’s no way to talk to the best fuckin’ manager yer ever gonna have, is it?”

“Yer such an asshole!” Finn yelled, turning on him with clenched fists. “I mean, what the fuck? You can’t treat me like this! I’m not yer fuckin’ pet!”

“That hair,” Kyle murmured in response, eyes growing distant. “We really need to do something about that hair. And the beard, too. Hmmm…and there is a new barber next to the muscle gym downtown…” He took a step backward, though, when Finn advanced on him menacingly. He held up his hands, placating, “Down, boy! Down! Calm down and think about this rationally. I know that’s gonna be difficult for ya now with all of that muscle but ya gotta trust yer buddy here.”

“Kyle,” Finn growled, gritting his teeth. “If you don’t stop–”

He never finished. His friend completely shocked him by reaching out and grabbing him by the balls. While he howled in pain, Kyle marched him into the bathroom where he turned on the shower with his free hand and, holding it under the spray until it warmed, proceeded to manhandle his hapless buddy inside the stall.

Pushing the glass door shut, he ordered, “Get yerself cleaned up. I want ya dressed and ready to roll in ten minutes. We got stuff to do before class if yer gonna be ready for yer next video this afternoon.”

***

“You look great, buddy,” Kyle praised as they drove away from the barber shop, heading to their morning classes at the community college across town.

Finn was so busy sulking in the passenger seat that he almost didn’t hear. He scowled and pulled away, though, when Kyle reached out and patted his leg fondly.

“Aw, c’mon, bro!” he cajoled, keeping his hand firmly on Finn’s knee. “Ya gotta admit the barber did a fantastic job! You’re really starting to look like a swole badass!”

Unconsciously, Finn ran his hand over his buzzed head. Kyle had made the guy cut it down to almost nothing! He now sported a serious buzz cut with the sides faded down nearly to the skin and only a half inch or so on top. He did, however, have to admit he liked the way the dude had trimmed his beard. Sitting in the barber’s chair afterward, he’d stared at the man blinking back at him from the mirror and barely recognized himself. He looked older, more mature, more…definite. Like a man who knew who he was. Yeah, like a badass! Maybe Kyle had done the right thing after all?

“Ah, see?” Kyle said, lifting his hand to cup Finn’s chin in his palm and pinch his newly-trimmed cheeks. “I knew there was a smile hidin’ in there somewhere! You look so cute when ya smile, bro!”

“Stop it!” Finn protested but his newly deepened voice lacked conviction and he found himself smiling more broadly. He kind of liked it when Kyle teased him.

“Just wait til we get ya some new togs,” Kyle murmured, looking over at Finn appraisingly. “We need to get you outfits to grow into. Something that will really set off your muscles. Hmmm…” Without warning, he did a U-turn in the middle of the street and pointed the car toward the trendy shopping district downtown. “Don’t worry, buddy,” he said over Finn’s bark of protest. “We can miss composition class this morning. The professor is only going over the material before tomorrow’s exam anyway.”

***

“Hola, FYZZ fans!” Kyle greeted, facing the camera with a big smile on his face. “Say hello to our man, FYZZ, on Day 2 of da Big Shred!” He reached out and slapped Finn on the bare ass, causing him to jump. “He’s lookin’ pretty fly with his new haircut and red posing strap, huh?”

Kyle paused to wink at the camera, eyes brightening when he saw there were now a good half dozen viewers tuning in on Facebook Live. He’d had the idea of streaming the videos and then releasing an edited version on YouTube. So far, it seemed to have paid off because Finn was up to over a hundred subscribers on YouTube and had nearly that many followers on Facebook and Instagram. All that after only one day!

Maybe I should trust Kyle to take charge, Finn thought, staring somewhat vacantly into the camera as his friend prattled on next him. He does seem to have a better grasp of marketing than I do. After considering it for a while, he decided he would stop resisting Kyle’s suggestions for the time being, giving him a chance to earn some money. If his friend/manager was right then the cash should start flowing in soon…

He obediently posed when prompted, flexing his beefier biceps and showing off his more defined lats and traps and delts. He didn’t even complain when Kyle had him clench his butt and stand on his toes to demonstrate his nascent gluteals. He started to object when his friend’s hand slid down his back and landed a little too lingeringly on his ass but Kyle silenced him with a warning slap. He flushed and continued posing.

When it was over, he pulled on the new tank top and shorts that Kyle had bought for him, reclining on the sofa while his roommate tapped madly away on his laptop. When Finn tried to talk to him, he held up his hand, warning, “Be with ya in a sec, babe. Gotta respond to yer fans’ questions first. Responsiveness is key if yer gonna build a following. The fans need to know yer there for ‘em!”

“Gee, thanks, bro!” Finn rumbled. “Glad yer lookin’ out for me!” He settling back on the cushions to stare at his burgeoning pectorals. They were bigger than he’d ever seen them, poking noticeably out against the stretchy fabric of his tank. 

He was really digging his new body! The morning had passed in such a blur that he hadn’t had a chance for his changes to sink in. Now that he was lying there with his body laid out in its growing glory, he couldn’t help but be awed. He had bumps and ridges and mounds where there had only been flab–or nothing–before. And this was after Kyle had only dialed down his body fat by a few pounds! He got excited thinking about what he’d look like when he converted more fat into muscle. He was gonna be shredded!

And the girls! Shit, the girls! He was finally going to get laid!

Already he’d caught them checking him out as he’d strolled nonchalantly across campus with his backpack slung casually over his now beefier shoulder. Not very many, sure, but there had been a couple! He’d been decked out in his new workout gear–the stuff designed to show off his developing bod–and had felt like such a fucking stud. It had been incredible! He was beyond thrilled to be noticed by even a handful of the multitudes of hot chicks who swarmed the campus grounds between classes. Fuck, he was gonna have it made when he was seriously swole! He was gonna fuck so much pussy! He got hard at the mere thought of it and reached down to shove his rapidly fattening dick between his legs before Kyle spotted it.

He was just in time, too!

“Here ya go, big guy!” Kyle said, handing him a protein smoothie and plopping down on the couch next to him. “Drink up! Ya gotta get yer macros in before we hit the ol’ gym.”

Finn froze, smoothie in hand, looking askance at his friend. “Huh? Gym? I don’t need to go to the gym anymore, dude. I got the app to make me swole!”

Kyle rolled his eyes. “Dude! I’m yer manager, remember? Yer gonna do what I tell ya, no questions asked.”

Finn lowered his head, chastened. He couldn’t help pushing back a little, though. “Why, Kyle?” he pleaded. “Why do I gotta lift? I never really liked doin’ it anyway. I was just doin’ it to get swole!”

Sighing loudly, Kyle explained, “‘Cuz we need video of ya liftin’ for yer fans, bro! They need to see ya in action! The more juicy content of ya hammerin’ away at those weights, the better!”

Finn’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Alright,” he conceded. “I’ll go.” 

He took a swallow of the smoothie and grimaced; it tasted more than a little like Beck’s cum. What if…? He pushed the thought away, unwilling to go there. He decided then not to question the contents of the tub of protein powder the big dude had given him. It would only make him sick.

“Good boy,” Kyle said, taking Finn’s phone and sliding down on the cushion as he unlocked it and opened the app. “Now let’s tweak that bod of yers some more…”

Finn turned, wondering if he should be the one who decided where his latest muscle growth would come from, but then shrugged and let his friend do it. Kyle was his friend and manager after all. If he couldn’t trust him, who could he trust?

“Dude,” he drawled, savoring his new baritone voice. “I’m so effin’ horny! I can’t wait til I get to pound some pussy! I’m gonna be so fuckin’ swole the chicks’ll bend over an’ pull down their panties when they see me comin’!”

Kyle was so busy scrolling through the app that he didn’t reply right away. Finally, he murmured, “Yeah, yer gonna be a beast in bed, that’s fer sure.”

“Huh? Whaddaya mean ‘gonna’?” Finn challenged. “I already am! The chicks just don’t know it yet.”

Kyle smiled in response but didn’t look up from the phone.

“I mean, I wish I had a girlfriend like you do, bro,” Finn continued, taking another sip of his protein shake (the flavor was kind of growing on him) and lowering his hand unconsciously to knead his junk. “It must be fuckin’ amazin’ bangin’ Chloe whenever ya want.”

Kyle was silent so long that Finn had to nudge him. He jumped a little, saying, “What? Oh, yeah. It was kinda fun til she dumped me.”

Finn sat up straight, nearly spilling his smoothie. “Chloe dumped you?” he demanded, mind reeling with this news. “Yer kiddin’! Why?”

“Oh, she was pissed over my comments at the bar last night,” Kyle said, waving his hand dismissively. “Apparently, she’s been feeling restless for a while and told me she needed a break.” He shrugged, admitting, “She never really popped my cork anyway. I’m better off without her.”

Finn’s mouth was frozen in an ‘O’ as he processed this. Finally, he shook himself, breathing, “Damn! She was fuckin’ hot, too! I’m sorry, bro!” He laid a hand on Kyle’s shoulder and smiled when his friend leaned into it.

“S’Ok, man,” his buddy said, moving his finger over one of the dials on the app. “I’m over her already. She was a serious pain, you know. Always goin’ on about wanting to spend more time together.”

“Ugh.”

Kyle looked over at him. “I know, right? Chicks!”

“No!” Finn said, sitting up and looking over at Kyle in panic. “That’s not what I meant! What did you just do? I felt something change!”

Kyle looked down at the phone, shaking his head innocently. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could reply Finn had snatched the phone out of his hands and sat there examining it closely. Kyle had scrolled down to a section that Finn had never seen before. It was called ‘Freebies’. He scrunched up his face, wondering what that meant. There were dials with labels like ‘Skin Color’ and ‘Iris Tint’ and ‘Hair Thickness’. What made Finn’s blood run cold, however, was a section a little lower down labeled ‘Sexual Orientation and Gender Identity’. His pulse began to pound as he zeroed in on a dial highlighted in red, indicating that it had just been moved.

It was under the “Gay/Bi/Straight” section.

And it was turned as far to the left as possible.

It was now pointing directly at the word, ‘Gay.’

“KYLE, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” he bellowed, jumping up from the couch and trying frantically to move the dial back safely into the ‘Hetero’ section.

The dial wouldn’t budge. When he tried to move it, a little warning icon popped up saying, ‘ALL CHANGES NOW PERMANENT!”

Finn let loose an anguished howl as he felt the changes take effect. Where just moments before had been thoughts of pussy and tits and clits were now only images of throbbing cocks, low-hanging balls, and man asses. He fought valiantly, trying desperately to hold onto his rapidly fraying heterosexuality, trying to remember the pleasure he’d taken from the female form, trying to retain even just a smidgeon of attraction to women.

But it was no use.

He was gay as fuck.

He was a fag through and through.

He was…

The phone fell from his hands and he stood there, chest heaving. He couldn’t believe Kyle had done it! Kyle had killed his heterosexuality with a swipe of his finger! Kyle had–

Kyle had picked up his phone again and turned another dial before Finn could stop him.

He felt his insides lurch and he gasped, reaching down to clap his hands over his buttocks. Face going white, he looked down at his erstwhile friend and croaked, “What…did…you…just…do? I feel…I feel…strange…. My…ass…is…”

“Ready to be fucked?” Kyle finished for him, grinning deviously. “That’s good ‘cuz I just turned ya into a big ol’ cum-hungry bottom bitch!”

***

Chapter 6

Finn was still seething–and reeling, but we’ll get to that in a moment–when he got to work. He had been yelling at Kyle, threatening to beat the fucking shit out of him, when his phone alarm went off, reminding him that he was scheduled to work the evening shift at Starbucks. Only with supreme effort did he rein in his rage. He stalked into his bedroom, got dressed, and left, slamming the door so hard the apartment shook. Kyle watched him go with crossed arms and a smirk.

Things didn’t get better after he got away from Kyle. The walk to Starbucks was surreal for poor Finn. The whole world seemed to have shifted under his feet and he felt like a stranger in his own body. Unfamiliar feelings surged through him, leaving him confused, over-wrought and super horny. He had to stop several times and close his eyes to regain his sense of equilibrium but even that didn’t help much because he could still smell.

Smell what, you ask?

Man musk.

With one or two cruel swipes of a finger, Kyle had done more than simply alter Finn’s identity; he had altered his senses, desires, and perception. Finn didn’t even notice women anymore. As far as he was concerned, they didn’t exist because all he cared about was men.

Men.

There were so many of them everywhere, all around him all the time!

Every guy he passed on the sidewalk triggered new and potent urges. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of them! Especially their crotches. He was ashamed by how closely he studied those tantalizing bulges, salivating at all those luscious cocks cruelly hidden from view. He wanted at ‘em so badly! It drove him crazy. 

Even with his eyes screwed shut, his nose could still pick out the deliciously robust scent of dick. He could almost taste it when he swallowed! It was so potent that he wondered how he’d missed it before. The odors of all those glorious cocks washed over him, suffusing the air with their delectable bouquet. 

Each cock exuded its own unique scent, distinct and undeniable. Alone it was bad enough but with some many guys, the combined aromas were unbearably exciting. The very wind was ripe with cocks!

Speaking of cock’s, his nearly ten-incher was rock hard the entire way to work.

And his ass…

Well, his ass was the opposite.

He flushed with humiliation as he felt his asshole quiver everytime he drew near to a man. Quiver and–Argh!–gape.

His asshole was gaping wide and hungry before he’d walked three blocks.

Finn wilted with shame at the unfamiliar sensation. He didn’t even know it was possible for his butthole to gape! It’s hunger was rapacious, uncontrollable, and overpowering, almost like it had a mind of its own and there was only one thought in that mind: A longing to be filled.

With cock.

Filled with all of those gorgeous cocks, redolent with man musk, getting fucked to within an inch of his life and pumped full of cum, glorious cum!

Finn hung his head, biting his tongue and hating himself.

More than himself, though, he hated Kyle.

Kyle!

Fucking Kyle Sanders!

His best bro had destroyed his life!

Finn knew he would never be the same. There was no going back to the man he was. Now he was…now he was…now he was… He blinked back tears even as his hole gaped wider and his cock pulsed harder. He didn’t even know what he was now. A cum-hungry bottom bitch, Kyle had said. He hadn’t understood what that meant at the time. But he did now. Oh, he understood because that was who he had become.

A cum-hungry bottom bitch.

Finn Peterson was a cum-hungry bottom bitch!

He sobbed. How had this happened? He’d only wanted to get swole! He just wanted to be ripped and have big muscles! He only wanted to savor his swole-ness and walking around like a total fucking badass with chicks hanging off his hyper-pumped arms. That had been his dream, not this unholy hunger for cock in his hole!

Why had he trusted Kyle? Why?! He never should have let him ‘help’. He didn’t care about followers and sponsorships and monetizing his shred! It didn’t matter to him! He would have been perfectly happy to use the app to grow muscle without sharing his experience with the world. And he definitely would have been happy to never, ever crave a big, fat cock stuffed up his hole. 

A big, fat, dripping, tasty, cock… 

Big. 

Hard. 

Musky. 

Dripping. 

Cock.

Porking.

His.

Eager.

Hole…

Finn let out a strangled gasp and took a gulp of air, trying to steady his nerves. But a guy walked by just then, his cock-scent drifting behind him and tingling Finn’s nostrils. And then he was hard as a fucking rock once again, a burning hunger for cock indelibly etched into his mind and his hole agape…

Fuck! He was such fucking idiot for ever trusting Kyle!

He hung his head, jamming his erection down his pant leg and gritting his teeth as his asshole gaped even wider. It was supremely overwhelming to be so humiliated and turned on at the same time. His heart was pounding and his skin was slick with sweat even though it was a cool autumn evening. He braced as yet another hot guy sauntered past and tried desperately to ignore the cascade of lust the man’s scent elicited. He steadfastly refused to look at the dude’s crotch. If he was going to survive like this, he was going to have to learn how to control his urges. Otherwise, he was fucked.

Fucked.

Fucked?

Ungh.

Fucked!

He grabbed his head in his hands and stifled a moan. How was he going to survive like this!

Fucking Kyle Sanders!

***

The shift leader was Spencer, a gay guy who normally gave Finn the creeps because he was so effeminate. That night, though, he felt relieved when he walked in to find Spencer smiling up at him kindly.

“Hey, Finn,” Spencer called out, smoothing his elegant hands on his apron. “How ya doin’?” Finn was about to mumble something when Spencer took a second look at him and exclaimed, “Whoa! I just noticed yer hair. Lookin’ good, man! And that t-shirt rocks, too. You been workin’ out or sumthin’? You’re startin’ to get some guns there.”

Finn looked down at the floor shyly, feeling the tips of his big ears grow warm. “Th-Th-Thanks,” he stammered. 

Something in his tone must have betrayed his inner turmoil because Spencer asked gently, “You doin’ Ok, doll?”

Finn looked up at him before looking timidly down again. Spencer was short, standing nearly a foot shorter than Finn. His fine, almost elfin features made him look younger than his twenty-five years, something that had bothered Finn before tonight. Now, though… Finn cleared his throat, noticing that beneath his apron, the guy was wearing a tight pink t-shirt that really set off his slim, lithe physique. And his thick afro was stylishly done up. He is handsome, Finn realized. Quite handsome!

Remembering that Spencer was waiting for his answer, Finn struggled to make his voice work. He was so tongue-tied, though, it took him a while to choke out, “Yeah, I’m Ok.” 

He was starting to push past Spencer when his nostrils filled with the dude’s rich scent. Finn’s eyes widened as an image, triggered by the guy’s odor, flashed before his eyes. He stopped, shaking his head, trying to clear it. The image slowly faded, leaving him stunned in its wake.

That’s not possible! he thought, feeling both disturbed and turned on. How…?

Then he caught another whiff and he knew he hadn’t imagined it. He had no idea how he knew but it didn’t matter. He was absolutely certain that Spencer was packing a big cock tucked inside his pants. He knew it! He knew that cock was just shy of nine inches and at that moment it was cradled in the pouch of an orange mesh jockstrap. Further, he could tell that Spencer was uncut.

He blinked in surprise. 

It couldn’t have been plainer if Spencer had unzipped his jeans and dangled his junk in front of him. Despite himself, Finn’s mouth watered at the thought of stroking back the dude’s long, thick foreskin and moistening his cockhead with spit before guiding it into the cleft of his…

“You sure yer Ok, hon?” Spencer coaxed, placing a hand on Finn’s shoulder.

The man’s touch was like a burning brand of white-hot desire and Finn grunted as he felt his cock let loose and spurt out a little rocket of cum. Blushing crimson, he dashed away, all but knocking Spencer over in his desperation to get away. 

***

The shift was torture for Finn. The cafe filled with men as the night wore on and each one was hotter than the next. His cock was dripping so badly after an hour that he had to retreat into the bathroom and stuff toilet paper inside his underwear to soak up all the precum. And then there was his asshole; it felt like it was on fire with lust, aching to be filled with a big cock. Or a small cock! Any sized cock would do! He just needed a cock inside him!

His nose would fill with man scent each time a guy stepped up to the register and his vision swam with tantalizing visions of the dude’s cock. Guys of all shapes and sizes wanted coffee that night and Finn was hungry for them all, his asshole gaping wider and wider. When a transgender dude strolled up to the counter and Finn sniffed out his odiferous man cunt, he nearly passed out with pleasure. He had to brace to stop from bending over and pulling his pants down right there. He didn’t care if the guy didn’t have a cock. He’d be happy with any body part as long as the dude stuck it inside his hole!

Turning, he noticed Spencer watching him with a bemused expression. “How ‘bout if we trade places, doll, and you make the coffee drinks for a while,” he suggested, smoothly inserting himself between Finn and the customer. 

Finn gurgled an inarticulate thank-you and paced over behind the espresso machine where he took a few deep breaths to steady himself. He couldn’t believe that a guy with a cunt could get him so worked up! Just a day ago he would have been repulsed.

Goddamn that fucking Kyle! he thought. If he weren’t so incapacitated by lust (and so in need of money), he would march straight home and clock the asshole in the face. Shit, he’d do more than clock him, he’d–

Wait.

What was that?

He paused in the act of making espresso and felt it again.

His butt.

Something was going on with his ass!

Surreptitiously, he reached back and cupped his butt cheeks through his jeans.

There it was again! Only this time the sensation was accompanied by a wave of disorientation. He closed his eyes and then gave a little start when he opened them again. The room felt different. Or maybe he felt different? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but something had changed…both with his butt and something else. Something…

Whoa! Not again!

He suppressed a shudder as the dizziness hit him again, followed closely by the ass cramp.

What the fuck?!

Finn stood there, fondling his ass cheeks and looking around, trying to figure out why the cafe looked different. His butt spasmed and the room shifted yet again, leaving him even more creeped out. He knew he didn’t have long before Spencer (or, worse, a customer!) noticed but he was determined to figure out what was happening. It wasn’t his asshole gaping. No, it was something else. Something even worse…

He only had to wait a short time before he felt it again.

A distinct throb.

And then a bump and a tremor through his body.

Finn squeezed his butt cheeks in his hands, flushing bright red as he finally figured out part of what was happening. His ass was getting bigger! It was distinctly heavier and bulkier than a moment ago. This increase in ass size was followed by the wave of disorientation. He reached out to grab hold of the counter and…What the fuck? The counter just got higher? But, how was that possible? Could the counter get higher? It wasn’t possible!

Then he got it.

He fucking got it.

The counter was not getting higher!

HE WAS FUCKING SHRINKING!

His gluteals pulsed again and he cringed as he felt his hands push out as his ass cheeks swelled further. At the same time, he watched with horror as the top of his belt dipped beneath the edge of the counter. He grimaced. His belt had been at least two inches higher than the counter a minute ago.

WTF?!

His ass was growing!

And he was getting shorter!

But how?

Then it dawned on him.

He abruptly dropped his butt and clapped his hand over the front pocket of his jeans.

The pocket where he kept his iPhone.

Even before he felt it, he knew what he would find or, rather, what he wouldn’t find.

The pocket was empty.

Finn’s knees went weak and he had to bite his tongue to keep from yelling out. 

He’d left his phone back at the apartment!

With Kyle.

***

His ass was seriously filling up the back of his jeans and he was three inches shorter by the time Kyle was done with him. He would have run out of the cafe crying if his balance wasn’t off due to the shrinking. When he took a step, he had to work hard to keep his balance because his center of gravity had shifted so much. It left him feeling nauseous and lightheaded. Acutely aware of Spencer’s eyes on him, he chewed on his tongue to distract himself from the tears that threatened to overwhelm him. He kept his head down, focusing on making coffee drinks, and found that it helped a bit. As long as he was busy, he could ignore his private agony.

He did a good job of it, too, managing to numb out pretty well. That is, until…

“Hey, is Finn here?”

Finn’s head snapped up at that voice and he looked over Spencer’s shoulder to see Kyle standing there, feet spread in a wide stance and beefy arms crossed. He blinked, feeling his asshole gape wide and hungry at the sight of his roommate. Heart clenching, he scowled at his butthole’s mutinous betrayal and willed himself to march over and bash Kyle’s fucking face in. This was, after all, Kyle Sanders, the total fucking asshole who had ruined his life…and who showed no signs of stopping. He’d just stolen three inches of his height and made his ass inflate fer chrissakes! He loathed Kyle. Despised him! Kyle was clearly a psychopath and had to be stopped!

But…

But…

But…

Fuck!

Why did Kyle have to be so fucking fine? Shit, the dude was beyond hot!

Wait! No, Finn! he thought frantically as Kyle’s eyes slid over to his face. Don’t give in to him! That’s what he wants! He wants you to want him. And you want him fucking dead!

Want him fucking… 

Want him…

Ungh!

He wanted him so bad!

He flushed, staring down at the counter and feeling like a lovesick schoolboy, overwhelmed and confused by the conflicting emotions swirling around inside his head and heart. He couldn’t keep his head down long, though. He could feel Kyle forcing his gaze upward through sheer psychic will. Chest heaving, Finn lifted his face.

And was caught.

Caught like the prey that he was.

Caught by those beautiful brown eyes. Those eyes so full of power and authority and casual dominance.

As soon as Kyle’s eyes captured him, Finn’s resistance and conflict drained away leaving only one thing: Desire.

He wanted Kyle Sanders and no one else. He would do anything for Kyle. Anything.

Sporting a new, austere military haircut and a trimmed beard that set off his strong jaw and chiseled features, Kyle was clad in tight, black workout gear, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The expensive clothes cleaved to his muscular physique, accentuating every curve, ridge and bulge. Finn couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t believe that he’d ever thought Kyle looked anything other than stunning. Dressed as he was and exuding such potency, he made even an alpha male like Beck Randall seem like a pussy boy.

With his predatory gaze locked onto Finn’s, the corner of Kyle’s mouth lifted in a self-assured smirk and his eyes danced with amusement. Finn had to swallow a lump of spit in the back of his throat. He felt like a little lost puppy who had finally found his master, an invisible tail curling between his legs, the tip wagging submissively. His shoulders slumped and he lowered his head in deference. Making matters worse, Kyle’s pungent odor filled his lungs at that moment and Finn felt his knees buckle as the image of his new master’s cock seared into his brain.

Kyle Sanders wasn’t the biggest guy out there. He didn’t need to be! No, he didn’t need a huge cock because he was the whole reason the word ‘cocksure’ existed in the English language. Kyle Sanders was dominant and he had the cock to show for it. Cupped in the pouch of a black jockstrap, his fat cock was half hard and getting harder now that Finn was in sight. Finn licked his lips as he ‘saw’ a little jewel of precum emerge from the long piss slit on the tip of Kyle’s wide cockhead. His asshole trilled behind him, alive and on fire with lust for that meaty man cock.

Kyle’s smirk deepened into a grin and he rumbled to Spencer, “I need to talk to my boy for a minute.” 

It was a statement, not a question and Spencer’s eyes widened slightly as he stepped back, holding up his hands, saying, “By all means, dude. He’s all yours. I was just gonna send him on break anyway.” He stepped away and, pausing to give Finn an appreciative nod, strolled over to refill the creamers.

Finn’s heart was in his throat as his newly diminished body staggered out onto the floor. Kyle jerked his head over to a vacant corner of the cafe before turning on his heel. Finn followed him wordlessly. When Kyle stopped, Finn realized with alarm the he was now an inch shorter than his friend. He used to be at least two inches taller! It was so weird having to look up to his friend!

Oblivious to Finn’s turmoil, Kyle held out a phone to him, stating, “This is yers.”

Finn was reaching out to take it when he realized it wasn’t his iPhone. It wasn’t an iPhone at all, in fact. Not even a smartphone. The phone that Kyle was holding out to him was a flip phone, one of those archaic devices from the turn of the century. He took it in his hand and turned it over, examining it with confusion.

“Yer iPhone belongs to me now,” Kyle explained. “That flip phone is all you get. I’ve disabled texting on it and the only number you can call is mine. Got it?”

Finn didn’t but he nodded anyway.

“Ex-cel-lent,” Kyle drawled. “We understand each other.”

Finn’s adam’s apple worked up and down a few times before he managed to choke, “But–?”

Kyle held up his hand, barking, “I didn’t give you permission to talk, did I?”

Finn shook his head.

“You belong to me now,” Kyle declared. “Everything about you is mine. I own your life and your body. You don’t do anything without my permission. You don’t go anywhere without my permission. You don’t talk to anyone without my permission. Is that clear?”

Finn’s body went taut as he found himself standing rigidly at attention. He nodded his head like a soldier before his commanding officer, which is essentially what he was now. Or maybe it was worse than that? He didn’t know. His mind had stopped working. Kyle was the only thing that mattered.

“Yer such a good boy,” Kyle praised, causing a little sympathetic spurt of precum to jet out of Finn’s cock. “Now come to Daddy.”

He held out his arms and Finn all but collapsed into them. His whole body (and especially his butthole) quivered as those big, strong, muscular arms enclosed him, wrapping him in a tight bear hug. Kyle leaned back to kiss him gently on the lips while squeezing his newly-enhanced butt cheeks with his big hands. Finn’s body and mouth responded with vigor. He was so hungry for Kyle! He wanted Kyle all over him but especially in his…

“So effin’ hot!” Kyle breathed. “I’m lovin’ the ass I gave you but I’ll love it even more when it’s bigger.”

Finn froze at these words, alarm bells going off in his head. He stayed silent, though, because he had not been given permission to speak.

Kyle noticed his rigidity and chuckled. “That’s right! I got big plans for my boy. Yer not gonna recognize yerself when I’m done with ya.” His erection stiffened against Finn’s thigh as he continued, “But we gotta take this slow and maximize our profits. We gotta make yer followers pay, don’t we? And they’re not gonna pay if we give ‘em too much up front. Ha! I got it all planned out. Yer my ticket to big money…and big fun, boy.”

Finn’s mind went blank with these words and he mewled, a sound of half protest and half acquiescence. What was Kyle planning to do to him? How was he going to make Finn’s followers pay? And what exactly would they be paying for?

Kyle didn’t give him a chance to ponder this long before he was propping Finn back up on his feet. Giving him a slap on the ass that made him jump, he said, “Meet me at the muscle gym next to the barber shop after yer shift is done, Ok? It’s open all night and we still need to take that video of yer workout.” He paused, stroking his hand appreciatively over Finn’s now mounded butt cheeks, saying, “I think I’ll have ya do squats. Lots and lots of squats.”

With one final ass-slap, he turned and stalked out of the cafe. 

***

Chapter 7

“G’morning, dudes!” Kyle’s voice rang out through the apartment as he grinned at the camera. “How’s it hangin’?”

Beside him, Finn stood at attention, clad only in a tiny tangerine-colored thong. He was sore and tired from working out late at night with Kyle at the muscle gym after his shift ended at Starbucks. And then he’d had to get up early to make breakfast for Kyle and clean the apartment. He’d only just finished scrubbing the toilet bowl when Kyle barked at him to get into the living room. Fortunately, he’d already been wearing his thong or he might have gotten a spanking. (Mmmmm! he thought, suppressing a shiver. A spanking!) He lowered his head, ears reddening and asshole quivering at the thought. He was careful to remain silent, though. Kyle had ordered him to be quiet during the recording; he didn’t want Finn distracting the viewers.

“If you’ve been watchin’ the videos from last night, ya already know I’m havin’ our boy Fyzz here focus on his glutes,” Kyle was saying. He paused to lower his hand onto Finn’s shoulder, roughly spinning him around so that his ass was to the camera. “And I’d say all of his bendin’ over is beginning to pay off, don’t ya think?” 

He lowered his calloused hand down Finn’s back, letting it linger for a time on his bare butt cheek. Finn braced expectantly, not sure what Kyle was up to. When his hand didn’t move, though, he started to relax…only to let out a startled yelp, when Kyle smacked him hard on the ass. 

“Heh,” Kyle commented slyly, turning to give the camera a shit-eating grin, “that’ll leave a mark.”

Finn lowered his head, ashamed of himself for letting Kyle patronize him like this on camera…but he didn’t complain and didn’t move away; he was Kyle’s boy after all.

“Today,” Kyle was saying, “Fyzz is gonna give his ass a break and focus on his chest. We’ll be live-streaming his workout at 1pm if ya wanna drop by this channel later on but right now I’m gonna go over Fyzz’s nutrition.” He paused to sweep his hand down at the table in front of him where the tub of Naked Whey was prominently positioned next to a fruit smoothie. “As y’all can see, we’re only on Day 2 of the shred and already our boy is showing some pretty stunning results. Sure, he’s workin’ out like a fuckin’ dawg at the gym but he’s also gettin’ some help from our friends at Naked Nutrition with their kick-ass protein supplements…”

Finn’s attention drifted as Kyle rambled on about the benefits of the supplements. He still couldn’t believe that his friend could lie so openly without shame. To Kyle, though, the powder was only a means to an end and that end was money. It turned out, as they discovered later that day, that his strategy was effective because the marketing rep from Naked Nutrition sent them a direct message, inquiring about a sponsorship. The company, it seemed, was very interested in helping to ‘support’ Fyzz’s shred as long as it came with a certain number of product placements.

Finn had drifted off into a hazy reverie when Kyle’s closing words caught his attention and he snapped back to reality. “And before we go,” his friend was saying, “I gotta tell ya that we’ve had lots of inquiries from guys who wanna see Fyzz in all of his glory, if ya know what I mean.” 

Finn tensed in alarm. Wearing a tiny thong was bad enough! He didn’t want to be completely naked in front of everyone! 

Next to him, Kyle snorted derisively, chastising, “C’mon, guys! Do I gotta remind ya this is a shred and not a porn shoot?”

Finn was just starting to relax when Kyle dropped a bombshell. Winking at the camera, he drawled, “This channel is strictly to showcase Fyzz’s gains but he has an OnlyFans page that you can subscribe to and see more NFSW stuff. And who knows? If ya tip him enough, we might even take yer requests. Tell me, what would ya wanna see our boy here do? I’m tellin’ ya, he’s always eager to please!”

***

Two weeks later…

“There you are!” 

Finn looked up from bench-pressing 225 pounds to find a huge guy in a hooded sweatshirt standing over him. He squinted, belatedly recognizing the man beneath the hood. It was Beck Randall. The big guy’s dull but handsome face wore an expression of relief as he squatted  down next to him. “I been lookin’ all over for ya!”

Finn re-racked the bar, looking around fearfully. “Beck, ya can’t–”

“Can’t what?” Beck queried, reaching out to place his big hand on Finn’s shoulder. “What’s goin’ on, bro? I’ve been texting ya like crazy fer the past two weeks but ya never reply.”

Finn shivered as the scent of Beck’s monster cock washed over him. Despite his apprehension, his gaze fell down to the dude’s crotch where Beck’s giant snake was threatening to burst free. The last time he’d seen Beck, he’d been heterosexaul and the sight of the guy’s ridiculously enlarged appendage had disgusted him. Now, though, his asshole twitched, gaping wide, at the mere thought of dropping his shorts, bending over, and…

He violently suppressed the thought, straightening up on the bench and casting a wary eye around the gym. Kyle would be there at any moment and if he caught Finn talking to anyone without his permission, he would be furious!

“Look, Beck, I can’t talk to you. If Kyle sees us together, he’ll–”

“He’ll do what?” Beck pressed, crossing his magnificent, beefy arms. “What exactly will that huge douche do?”

Finn flushed when several nearby steroidal meatheads turned in their direction. He waved his hands, trying in vain to shush Beck before he created a scene. When this was met with confusion on Beck’s part, he leaned forward, whispering, “He’ll punish me, that’s what. Kyle owns my ass. He controls everything I do. Everywhere I go. Everyone I see. And he has my phone.” He paused at Beck’s befuddled expression, realizing the big bro was so dimwitted, he wasn’t following. After taking a deep breath, he continued slowly, enunciating each word carefully, “He has my phone, Beck. He is controlling me through the Jack’d app.”

Beck stared at him blankly, mouth hanging open. Gradually, though, understanding dawned on his bovine features and he rumbled, “He…took it…from ya? He’s usin’ the app on ya without yer per- per- perm-”

“Um, permission?”

The big brute nodded. “Yeah, that word. Geez, I can’t bah-lieve how dumb I am! It’s gettin’ bad, bro.”

Finn frowned. He’d been slipping, too. His grades had never been great but now he was seriously struggling in his classes. Sometimes, he suspected that Kyle was dialing down his intelligence in the app but he couldn’t be certain. It could just be a side effect of swallowing Beck’s cum and becoming ‘infected’. He wasn’t nearly as dull as Beck but it had only been a few weeks. He shook his head, regretting for the millionth time his impulsive decision to get swole…but then he caught another whiff of Beck’s potent musk and all other thoughts faded from his mind. He wanted to ride that long, fat cock so badly! Mouth watering, he dropped his eyes back down to that stupendous bulge and gazed at it longingly.

Oblivious to Finn’s cock worship, Beck’s sluggish thoughts turned away from his declining intelligence and refocused on Finn’s plight. He slapped his knee, exclaiming, “Kyle can’t do that to ya! It’s not right!”

Finn shrugged. “It’s the way it is. Can’t do anything ‘bout it.”

“Maybe ya can’t but I can,” Beck muttered cryptically. He was opening his mouth to say more when a movement at the door caught Finn’s attention and he turned to see Kyle stalking inside.

“Beck, ya gotta go!” he hissed, motioning toward the back of the gym. “Get outta here before Kyle sees ya or he’ll make me pay!”

Beck acted like he was going to protest but then he shrugged his giant shoulders. Standing up, he lumbered toward the back, saying over his shoulder, “Don’t ya worry, bud. I’ll take care of him fer ya. Dontcha worry ‘bout a thing!”

Finn watched him go, feeling a stab of worry. What exactly did Beck have in mind for Kyle? And could he pull it off in his current dimwitted state? Unfortunately, he couldn’t spend much time pondering this because Kyle was bearing down upon him.

“Who was that, boy?” he demanded. His voice was light but held a note of menace. “I don’t remember giving you permission to talk to anyone.”

Finn blanched, looking up at him fearfully. “He’s just some jock who was askin’ me to spot him. I told him I couldn’t, Kyle! Ya gotta believe me!”

Kyle was silent, gazing speculatively towards the backroom where Beck had disappeared. He seemed like he was about to say something but then smiled and lowered himself onto the bench next to Finn. His beefy shoulder rubbed against Finn’s nipple, sending thrills coursing through his body. 

Kyle was just so fucking hot! He couldn’t get enough of him! If only he would consent to fuck him! All Finn craved was a ride on that beautiful, fat cock but in the weeks since he’d been turned into a cum-hungry bottom bitch, his master had cruelly refused to let him anywhere near his cock. He refused to even let Finn see him naked. When Finn begged him, he only laughed and said he was building Finn’s character. It was pure torture and it was driving Finn to the brink of insanity.

“K-K-Kyle,” he stammered, hating how pathetic his normally deep voice sounded when his master was around, “when’re ya gonna lemme touch yer–”

His master cut him off, pulling out his iPhone and barking, “Let’s have a look at ya, boy! I wanna snap some pics before I add more muscle with the app. Yer fans are clamoring for progress pics. Strip!”

Finn looked around, panicking. The gym was filled with beefy, sweaty bros. He couldn’t strip naked here! In front of everyone!

“I said, STRIP” Kyle barked, smacking him painfully across the face. 

Finn jumped up from the bench, holding his sore cheek. He flushed red with embarrassment when he noticed several of the steroidal meatheads had turned in their direction. Kyle jerked his head and Finn swallowed; he had no choice. His master had given him a command.

Lowering his head in shame, he carefully untied the drawstring of his shorts and pulled them down his hips, exposing the tiny pink jockstrap he was wearing underneath. Guffaws erupted all around him as the shorts slid down his beefy thighs. When Kyle ripped his t-shirt off of him, Finn dropped his hands over his crotch, casting a pleading look over to his master.

“Drop yer hands,” Kyle ordered, smiling proudly at Finn’s naked body. “Give yer fans a good look at ya!”

Finn’s hands fell obediently to his sides. His face was burning red by this point and he wanted to die of shame but he knew better than to disobey his master. As humiliating as it was to be naked in a little pink jock, it was nothing compared to what Kyle would do to him if he refused to comply.

Shoulders shaking, he stood mute as Kyle panned his phone over his bare body, commenting on his progress. “Yo, guys! Just look at those bis and tris! And our boy Fyzz’s delts are coming along, too. Lats are meatier and more defined and…wait for it! Wait for it!” He slowly lowered his phone, focusing on Finn’s ass, letting out a low whistle as he zoomed in on his growing bubbles. “Fuck! That’s some booty, ain’t it? Kinda makes ya hungry for cake, huh?” He snorted with laughter, reaching out to pat Finn’s ass, making it jiggle salaciously.

Finn grimaced, closing his eyes. Over the last two weeks, Kyle had focused most of his attention on inflating his ass, using the Jack’d app to shift his belly fat onto his buttocks and sacrificing three more inches of his height to gain even more ass muscle. He was now less than six feet tall and his glutes were getting impossible to conceal. They bulged luridly behind him, stretching his jeans to the max and drawing everyone’s attention inevitably downward. Everywhere he went, he caught people staring at his ass. Whenever he was behind the counter at Starbucks, he heard loud snickering every time he turned his back to get a cup of coffee for a customer. He felt ridiculous…and Kyle wasn’t even close to being finished with him!

Oblivious to his humiliation, Kyle continued ticking off his stats, concluding with a closeup of the very full pouch of Finn’s jockstrap. “This is just a reminder of what yer subscription to Fyzz’s OnlyFans page will get ya,” he teased. “See the whole enchilada when ya sign up!”

He turned off the recorder on his iPhone and straightened, giving Finn a self-satisfied smirk. “Yer really coming along, boy! The YouTube channel is raking in the hits and our OnlyFans page has more than a hundred subscribers. Soon, you can quit Starbucks and work fer me all day. And at night…” His voice trailed off as he reached out and crushed Finn’s crotch in his big hand, making his eyes water. He didn’t let go until Finn’s knees buckled and he was crying out in pain. His brown eyes flashed with sadistic triumph as he concluded, “Well, sadly I don’t think yer ready to ride yet. Ya gotta learn some obedience before I’ll let ya share my bed.”

***

As was becoming his habit, Kyle visited him that night at Starbucks. He liked to keep an eye on Finn when he wasn’t at home, ensuring by his ominous presence that he remembered his orders and didn’t talk to anyone. Over the past couple of weeks, he’d grown more and more controlling and there was barely a moment of the day or night when Kyle wasn’t nearby. Finn both hated and loved it…which in turn made him hate himself even more for feeling the way he did about Kyle. But he didn’t have a choice; Kyle owned him and used the Jack’d app to cement his hold. Everything about Finn, including his innermost thoughts and desires, belonged to Kyle.

He was startled out of these thoughts by Beck Randall. “Pssst, bud!” the big brute hissed, causing Finn to jump. He started to turn but when Beck stopped him, ordering, “Don’t look up! Kyle’ll see me!” 

Finn froze, staring down at the counter and thinking, ‘OMG! What is he doing here!?’ 

“I’m gonna leave this cup o’ jizz here for ya,” Beck continued. “Go make ol’ Kyle a cappuccino and use this for the foam. I’ll wait in the corner by the back door for it to take effect.” He had started to shuffle away when he halted, adding, “And be quick! It’s got the activator in it and he’s gotta drink it within five minutes or it won’t work!”

Finn nodded, heart pounding. So this is what Beck had in mind! He was going to inoculate Kyle with his cum so he could take control of him using the Jack’d app. If he succeeded, Kyle’s body, sexual orientation, and libido would be his to use and abuse. Kyle would be a puppet…just like Finn!

His eyes widened with this realization. Beck was going to take control of Kyle and end his domination over Finn. He flushed, mind spinning with the possibilities and feeling the potential for liberation…

…as well as revenge.

His pulse spiked and his breathing became shallow.

Control and revenge.

But Kyle was his master!

He couldn’t do this to him!

Could he?

Did he dare do this to his master?

The answer came to him almost immediately.

Yes.

Yes, he did.

His cheeks colored and hands grew clammy as he waited for Beck to disappear into the back of the cafe. When he was gone, he casually reached out to pick up the little cup the dude had placed on the counter. To the unsuspecting observer, it appeared to be just a cup of frothy foam, indistinguible from steamed milk.

Trembling with fear and expectation, he took the little cup and proceeded to make a cappuccino for his master. While he was brewing the espresso, he marveled at Beck’s timing. The big ape might be dumb but he still possessed enough wits to wait until the perfect time to strike: Business was slow and Finn’s manager was on break. This meant that no one noticed while Finn made the illicit beverage, topping it with Beck’s cum-foam in the shape of a heart like an expert barista. When he was done, he walked over to the table where Kyle was sitting, sliding the cup across with a smile.

“Here ya go, Master,” he said, dipping his head subserviently and hoping his voice sounded steadier than it was.

Kyle looked up from his iPhone and favored him with a rare smile as he took a sip from the cup. “Thanks, boy! That was nice of you.”

Finn looked down, cheeks reddening. “I made it special for ya.”

Kyle swallowed, looking up at Finn with a milky jizz moustache on his upper lip. “Wow! You really know how to make a capp, don’t ya? This is amazing!”

Finn grinned, casting a furtive glance over to the corner where Beck was giving him the thumbs up.

***

Within five minutes of drinking the spiked coffee, Kyle nodded off. The cafe had grown busy by then and Finn was so focused on serving customers (and sniffing out musky cocks) that he didn’t notice Beck approach Kyle’s table, helping him up by the shoulders and guiding him out of the cafe. An hour passed and still there was no sign of them but, just when Finn was growing worried, he looked over to see a hand sliding an iPhone across the counter to him.

He lifted his head to find Beck–still hooded and incognito–standing before him. The big man smiled, whispering, “It’s yers, bud. I installed the app on it. Take yer revenge on Kyle!”

Finn followed his gaze, eyes traveling across the cafe to find his master was seated at the same table as before. Kyle was rubbing his eyes and shaking his head as if waking up from a nap. Finn looked back to Beck and was opening his mouth to respond when he caught a whiff of the big man’s potent cock spunk. His knees went weak, his butthole twitched and his cock grew stiff. He had to have Beck Randall’s cock inside him. NOW!

A slow smile spread across Beck’s face as he read the expression of naked hunger written across Finn’s face. He crossed his beefy arms and laughed, “Heh, Kyle used the app to turn ya into a big ol’ queer bottom, didn’t he?”

Finn nodded, ears burning.

Beck’s smile turned into a wolfish grin. “Ha! I knew yer were a total cockslut the moment I saw ya!” Finn looked down at the counter, abashed, as Beck chuckled, surprising him a moment later when he took Finn’s chin in his big hand and moved his face upward to look him straight in the eye. Finn’s body quivered with excitement when Beck’s sexy green eyes crinkled, dancing with the light of victory. And then he nearly shot his load when the giant muscle stud jerked his head toward the back, saying, “Lucky for you, we got a few minutes before he wakes up all the way. Meet me out in the alley. I’ll take care of ya.” With that, he patted the obscenely bulging crotch of his sweatpants and sauntered off.

Finn watched him go, heat creeping up his neck and cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He looked over to Kyle and saw that Beck was right; his master was still groggy and probably wouldn’t be fully awake for some minutes. It was a risk–What would Kyle do if he caught him getting fucked by Beck?!–but he was so fucking horny! His hole was gaping wide and eager. He had waited far too long for this moment and would fucking die if he didn’t get his tender cherry popped now! After all, it was Kyle’s fault for turning him into a submissive, cum-hungry bottom bitch and then refusing to break him in…wasn’t it?

He wasted no time. Pocketing the iPhone and grabbing a couple full trash bags, he headed out back to the dumpsters behind the cafe. When he emerged into the dimly lit alleyway, Beck was waiting for him.

The big stud had pulled off his hoodie and was standing bare-chested in the wan light of the street lamp. The shadows accentuated the amazing bulges, ridges, and bumps of his delectably buff and striated muscles. His sweatpants clung to his hulking thighs, pulled so tight that Finn could practically every pulsing vein on that giant cock of his. The brute was fully erect and leaking, a dark stain of precum spreading down the leg of his sweats.

As Finn stared, Beck opened his beefy arms wide, inviting him in. Finn stumbled forward, tears running down his cheeks and asshole hanging open, eager and hungry behind him. He’d wanted this so badly and so long! He couldn’t wait another second!

Beck’s body was fragrant with musk as his arms closed around him, drawing him in for a lingering hug. The last time Finn had seen him, he’d been nearly the same height but, thanks to Kyle stealing six inches of his height, Beck now towered over him. Moaning with pleasure, Finn nestled into his armpit, inhaling his rich, masculine scent. Beck lowered his lips to the top of his head and kissed him before gently guiding his chin upward.

Their lips met, Beck’s full and soft and confident against his own. Finn’s heart hammered against his ribcage, threatening to burst through. He had no idea how delicious a man’s mouth could taste! When Beck’s tongue teasingly traced the outline of his lips, he giggled.

Beck chuckled at his reaction, lifting his great hand to cup Finn’s cheek. Finn moaned again, this time more loudly, when Beck inserted a thick finger inside his mouth, urging, “Go on, suck it, bro. Get it good and slick with yer spit.” Finn complied, sucking that finger with wild abandon and earning praise from Beck. “Yer a natural, bro! A fuckin’ natural! That fucker Kyle doesn’t deserve you!”

While he was speaking, Beck pulled his now very slicked-up finger from Finn’s mouth, lowering it slowly downward while unbuckling Finn’s belt with his other hand. Soon, Finn’s jeans were sliding down his muscular thighs and he felt a cool breeze on his bare bottom (per Kyle’s orders, he was wearing a pink thong.) He braced, eyes wide with delight, Beck’s spit-slicked finger sliding under the waistband of his thong, down the crack of his ass, and finally scoring his goal: Finn’s gaping pucker.

“UNNNNGH!” he moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as that thick, calloused finger entered him.

“Ha!” Beck crowed. “Ya like that, huh?”

Finn couldn’t speak. He was too busy writhing with bliss as his nubile hole gave in, relinquishing the last bastion of his heterosexuality and opening hungry and wide for Beck. It didn’t take long for the huge stud to stretch him out. Soon, he had three, fat fingers stuffed inside and Finn was writhing with delight, pleading for Beck to fuck, pound, and abuse his hole. The big man’s rapacious cock was pressed against his crotch, pulverizing his own comparatively meager manhood into submission.

When he was all but frothing at the mouth, Beck spun him around, throwing him against the dumpster and heaving him up onto the filthy lid until his big, hungry bottom was spread wide open before him. Vile odors filled his nostrils and Finn chewed his lips bloody, waiting breathlessly for that enormous cock to split him in two.

He didn’t have to wait long.

“Heh! Now that’s a fat, slutty ass!” Beck crowed, slapping his butt cheeks so hard Finn squawked. “And that hole…Shit! What a huge, hairy man cunt!”

But Beck wasn’t in any hurry. 

It was almost as if he got off on tormenting Finn as long as possible, not caring he was on shift and his supervisor–or worse, Kyle–might walk in on them at any moment. Taking his sweet time, he ripped Finn’s thong off with a snap before lowering his face down, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. Finn braced as the big stud commenced sucking and probing and titillating his hole until he was screaming at the top of his lungs, pleading with Beck to mount, use, rape, and ruin him.

He finally got his wish.

When Beck grabbed him by the hips and slammed his fully engorged monster inside him with one swift, brutal movement, Finn’s eyes bulged and his vision swam. Scintillating stars rained down inside his head and he briefly lost consciousness only to awaken again to the feeling of his insides being pulverized by the biggest cock known to man. Beck Randall pounded him into submission, tearing his hole open and leaving it permanently gaping. Big enough to drive a fucking truck through…or at least big enough that only a giant cock could satisfy him ever again.

Finn was forever changed: Beck had transformed him into a total, slobbering bottom slut who was addicted to cock. 

And not just any cock. Big cock. The bigger the better. Thanks to Beck Randall’s brutish initiation, Finn had embarked on a lifelong journey devoted to finding ever bigger, thicker, and longer cocks to fill his insatiable hole.

Beck had done more than throw down the gauntlet; he’d rammed the entire hulking, heavy thing inside him and left him aching for more.

***

(To come: Unbeknownst to Beck or Finn, Beck’s cum still has the activator in it, magnifying Finn’s transformation…)