Part 1

Vijay and Matteus were late to the new job site due to the February weather. Even though Vijay had lived in Illinois since he was ten years old, he had never gotten used to the cold and driving on icy roads was terrifying. Still, he was a better driver than Matteus even if he was slow. It took them two hours and many terse exchanges before they made it to the factory.

“I can’t believe Scott is making us do all by ourselves,” Matteus was saying, wrinkling his nose at the salty slush as he stepped out of the car. He’s worn galoshes over his patent leather shoes whereas Vijay had been more practical and worn boots, carrying his dress shoes in a plastic bag. The parking lot was enormous, spreading out more than five acres and, much of it, Vijay noted, was filled with pickup trucks. He realized that Matteus was waiting for him to reply and shook himself.

“Huh?”

Matteus rolled his light brown eyes. “I was saying that you’d better do a good job on this one. You are the junior team member after all…”

Vijay was already dreading the next month and a half working closely with Matteus. The young guy was perhaps the biggest snob he’d ever met and talked only about himself. He appeared to have no regard for anyone else, unless they happened to be a beautiful woman. Determined to set a positive tone, though, he managed to crack a rueful smile.

“Yeah, I’m up for it,” he agreed. “It’s going to be a long audit. The company was just bought out and I guess it’s been five years since the last audit.

“I know that, you idiot,” Matteus retorted, clueless to the fact his words might be insulting. “I read the notes in the file last night.”

Vijay bit his tongue. Be nice, Vijay, be nice. It’s going to be a very long audit if you get in a fight on your first day. “Oh, yes, I’m sure you did,” he replied, barely managing to keep his tone civil.

He’s such a fucking asshole! Vijay thought. He hated Scott, the small firm’s principal CPA, for sticking him with Matteus. He worked well with everyone else. Why Matteus?

They walked through the parking lot into the factory with Matteus muttering under his breath the whole way. He imitated the twang of a banjo when he saw all the trucks, saying, “Fucking rednecks!” Vijay hurried on ahead of him. Matteus was nothing but a jerk!

The company, AMH, had been purchased by a growing conglomerate that was eager to expand its holdings in the fabricated housing market. With home prices increasing steadily across the country, demand for affordable, prefab houses was way up and AMH was seen as a profit center. Vijay had heard that the previous owner had retired at the age of forty-one with what she’d been paid. Supposedly, she’d been generous with her employees, too; they were each to receive a bonus of fifty thousand dollars after five years, more if they stayed with the new company for at least a year. He had to admit it was a clever incentive, virtually assuring good morale and an eager workforce for the new company. Vijay liked it when capitalism benefited the regular worker.

The firm’s smiling chief financial officer met them in the lobby. Vijay raised an eyebrow when he noticed that she was carrying two hard hats.

“Welcome, guys!” she said, sticking her hand out to Vijay first. He could see Matteus stiffen at this and it amused him. “My name is Victoria Perez. I thought we’d start out with a tour of the facilities so you can familiarize–”

Matteus cut her off, stomping the slush off his shoes. “Just show us to the conference room where we’ll be working, Ms. Perez. I’m eager to get this job over with.”

“Of course, Mr. …?”

“Gottlieb. I’m Matteus Gottlieb.” He added imperiously, “The lead on this audit.”

To her credit, Victoria maintained her gracious manners despite Matteus’ brusque introduction. Vijay, however, felt a need to assert himself.

“I’m Vijay Pilgaonkar,” he offered, shaking her hand warmly. “And I’d love to have a tour of the facility, Victoria.”

She favored him with a small smile even as Matteus scowled. “Pleased to meet you, Vijay. I apologize but I’m not even going to try to pronounce your last name.” He shook his head and accepted the yellow plastic hard hat, thinking sadly how Americans could never get his name right. She continued, “How about if I show you and Matteus to the office where you’ll be performing your fieldwork and then I’ll hand you off to Red Mallone, our foreman. He’s should be just about finished with his shift and he knows the production side much better than I do.”

Vijay nodded and they followed her down a long corridor to a cramped room with poor lighting and only one desk. He stared at it and felt his shoulders tighten. He and Matteus were going to be stuck together for six weeks in this little room. They were going to fucking kill each other after three days! He glanced over at his coworker and noted Matteus’ red face; the dude was ready to lose it, he could tell.

“I’m sorry,” Victoria said quickly before Matteus could complain. “We’ll have a bigger room for you in a week or two. We’re in the middle of making space for the new staff sent from corporate and are a little short on office space at the moment.”

Matteus swept into the room, all but slamming his briefcase down on the desk. Victoria looked over at Vijay and he gave her an apologetic smile.

“Tell you what,” Matteus was saying in an artificially cheerful voice, “How about if you scurry back to your office and pull those reports you were supposed to have ready for me and then you can get Vijay working on the fixed assets inventory when he gets back from his little…field trip.” He looked up and gave them a fake smile. “Sound like a plan?”

Victoria was rendered speechless by this bit of condescension and Vijay had to clench his jaw to stop the retort on the tip of his tongue. Why was Matteus being such an asshole? And fixed assets? He hated doing the fixed asset inventory! It would take forever and it was considered the worst job in an audit, especially when the client was a manufacturer. God only knew when the company had last done a thorough review of their equipment. He turned to Victoria and she lifted her shoulders, telegraphing eloquently that she shared his consternation with Matteus’ attitude.

She cleared her throat. “Well, Ok then. Let’s do that.” She turned and ushered Vijay out of the room, adding over her shoulder, “the break room is right down here…”

He followed her through a big set of doors and was immediately overwhelmed by the sound of nail guns, clanging equipment, and whirring motors. The break room, it turned out, was just off the production line and was full of men and women getting off their shift. He felt distinctly out of place among the big, burly guys wearing his suit and tie. The place smelled a little like a locker room with the heady scent of body odor and a tinge of leather. He had to admit he loved it and found himself smiling.

“Vijay, this is Red Mallone,” Victoria was saying. 

He turned and he couldn’t help it: His jaw fell open. Red Mallone was perhaps the most strapping man he’d ever met. Despite his name, he was not a ginger, rather he possessed dense, brown hair and a thick but neatly trimmed beard. His green eyes were sparkled with unconcealed delight when he caught sight of Vijay.

“Hey, man!” he said warmly, crunching Vijay’s hand in his own. “How’s it going? You one of the auditors?”

Vijay was glad he was so dark-complected because he knew his cheeks were flushed as he tried to find his voice, having to clear his throat several times. He was distinctly aware of Red’s amusement as he struggled to respond. Just when his voice returned, he lost himself in Red’s mesmerizing stare and had to shake himself. He could feel the tips of his ears burning and looked down at the floor awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me,” he began and then realized he hadn’t introduced himself. “I’m, uh, Vijay.”

“Avijay?” Red repeated. “That’s an interesting name, dude.”

“Uh, no, it’s just ‘Vijay’ not ‘Avijay’,” he corrected, feeling ever more awkward. “It’s an Indian name.”

Red blinked. “Really? What tribe, man?”

Vijay wanted to crawl under a table by this point and was very glad when Victoria saved him by interjecting, “I think he means Indian as in the country India, Red. And, yes, Vijay is one of the auditors. You’ll be seeing a lot of him over the next few weeks since you’re in charge of equipment and he’s been assigned to do the fixed assets inventory.”

Red nodded and Vijay wasn’t certain but it seemed like his smile grew ever so slightly wider. When he turned to Vijay, it was like everyone else in the room disappeared and just the two of them were standing there. Vijay could feel his heart skip a beat in his chest as Red looked up at him and winked. Is he flirting with me? He wondered, hoping feverishly that he was. He’d met guys like Red before, though, and most of them they were just straight boys who liked to fuck with hapless gay nerds like him.

“Well, Vijay,” Red drawled in a voice that was tinged slightly with a southern accent. “I’ll make sure to take care of you while you’re here. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing.”

Victoria seemed satisfied that she’d done her duty and took leave of them, calling over her shoulder, “After you’ve shown him around, Red, can you bring him by my office? Thanks!”

Red grunted his assent, a half smile on his handsome face. Vijay couldn’t be certain but it seemed like Red drinking him in as well. Were the big man’s cheeks slightly rosy or was it just the warmth of the room?

“How tall are you, dude?” Red was asking.

“I’m like six four or five, I think,” Vijay replied after a pause because he lost himself in Red’s bright gaze again.

“Cool. Cool. I don’t meet many guys taller than me.” He stood up straighter, adding, “I’m six three.”

Oh, yes, yes, you are! Vijay agreed inwardly. And at least two hundred twenty five pounds of muscle! God, the man must outweigh him by over fifty pounds!

He donned his hard hat and followed Red out of the room and onto the main production line. The factory was a enormous, far larger than he’d expected. The ceiling was over one hundred feet above them and there were enormous cranes lifting parts of houses overhead in an endless line. Vijay had to stop to take it all in, much to Red’s amusement and pride. He crossed his beefy arms and grinned as Vijay gaped.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” he rumbled in his pleasantly deep voice. “I get a rush every time I walk in here.”

Vijay nodded. He was used to auditing law firms and tech startups, not companies that actually made stuff. There had to be at least ten houses on the line right then, each in various stages of construction. Men and women wove in and out, crisscrossing the line in an endless dance that was perfectly choreographed. He shook his head and then groaned inwardly. He would have to inventory all of this equipment! He hoped fervently that the company had set the capitalization threshold high enough or he’d end up counting every fucking nailgun. Shit!

He was startled out of his reverie by a clap on the shoulder. Red jerked his head and they got moving, visiting each station along the assembly line while the foreman generously answered every one of Vijay’s questions. Part of his curiosity was personal but he’d also remembered to bring a notepad since his job was to document the business operations for the audit narrative. He scribbled furiously as Red held forth on the intricacies of modular home construction.

They ended up at the base of a large observation deck, Red leaning casually against the ladder.

“Wanna see the factory from up high?” he asked. “You’re not afraid of heights, are you?”

Vijay shook his head. “Yes, I mean, no.” He paused, flustered. “Yes, I would like to see and, no, I’m not afraid of heights.”

Red smirked and motioned with his hand for Vijay to ascend. “I’ll come up behind you, Jay, in case I need to break your fall.” Vijay smiled at the shortening of his name and at Red’s protective air. He looked down at his dress shoes and frowned but Red urged him on.

“It’s fine. The steps are wide and it’s not that steep, really. I see the suits from corporate climbing up here all the time.”

Vijay took a tentative step upward, wondering if Red thought of him as just another suit. Much to his embarrassment, he slipped and would have lost his footing if Red hadn’t caught him around the waist.

“Easy, boy,” he breathed in Vijay’s ear. “I got ya.” He lifted him easily back up on the step before patting him on the butt. “Just take it slow.”

This unexpectedly intimate bit of contact had an instant effect on Vijay and his cock was hard in seconds. Red’s hands were so big, so strong, so…ungh. He could feel the skin burning on his waist where the big foreman had touched him. He grimaced and pushed his cock down his pant leg, forcing himself to scale the ladder, pretending as if nothing had happened. God, he’d only just met Red and already he was hotter than a bitch in heat for the guy!

He made it to the top, extremely aware of Red’s hands on the railing next to him the whole way up. His cock was on fire and chafing painfully against the fabric of his boxers. He had to stop and catch his breath on the little platform at the top, not because he was tired but because he was feeling overcome with lust. Much to his chagrin, the crow’s nest was so small that they were crowded together and Red was standing with his feet planted wide, leaning ever so slightly against Vijay’s butt. Vijay almost lost it when he felt the big guy’s bulge pressing against the cleft of his ass and he lurched forward, catching himself on the railing.

“Love the view,” Red said and Vijay got the impression that he was talking about more than the factory floor below.

“Yeah, it’s, well, it’s just wow.” He was so turned on and titillated that it was impossible for him to speak intelligibly. With difficulty, he managed to stop himself from massaging his cock. God, if Red took him in his arms, he would…

“I could stay up here all day,” the foreman murmured, leaning in so close that Vijay could feel the heat from his body.

“Ahem, yes, well, I am really impressed. This is quite a…factory…you’ve got there.” Vijay groaned inwardly at his clumsy attempt at flirting but if anything it only served to embolden Red. The man stepped forward and Vijay felt twin puffs of hot air on his neck every time he exhaled.

When he didn’t say anything, Vijay felt his cock pulse painfully and he shook himself. What was he doing? He couldn’t get it on with his client? This was unprofessional in the extreme and it could completely destroy the audit if word got out that he and the company foreman had a thing going. Shit, Vijay, pull yourself together, man!

With immense effort, he wrested his attention away from Red and back to the spreading assembly line beneath. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone, asking, “Is it Ok if I take a few pictures? These will be killer on my Instagram feed.”

Red shrugged. “Sure, go ahead.”

Vijay’s hands were shaking and he had to take a few deep breaths to steady himself before he leaned over and started snapping pictures, the flash popping brightly over the hurrying workers below. He’d taken five or so when suddenly emergency lights started flashing overhead. There was a sputtering sound and then torrents of water poured down on them from the sprinkler system above. Red cursed and grabbed his phone. There was a roar from the floor as workers dodged for cover.

“Shit, I forgot! The flashes trigger the fire suppression system!” He fumbled around in his pocket, pulling out a small remote control and pressing the red button repeatedly. In a few seconds, the alarms went silent and the sprinklers turned off.

“Red, I’m so sorry!” Vijay exclaimed, keenly aware that he’d probably just gotten the foreman in trouble. The people down below were clamoring, though honestly most of them seemed more amused than angry.

“It’s Ok, dude! Don’t worry! The sprinklers only affected this part of the factory and there’s nothing here that can’t get wet.” He put a big hand on Vijay’s shoulder and squeezed. “I’m sure my supervisor will be pissed but she had the same thing happen to her a week ago when she was leading a tour.”

Vijay felt somewhat mollified by this and relaxed slightly, taking in his sorry state. His good suit was soaking wet and already he felt chilled. Red was equally wet but somehow this only served to make him look even studlier. He smiled when he caught Vijay staring at him.

“Your lips are blue, Jay. Let’s get you out of that suit, Ok? I’ve got a couple changes of clothes in the locker room downstairs.”

Did he really just suggest that I take off my clothes? Vijay shivered, not entirely from the cold. This experience in the factory was rapidly turning into a scene from a porno. And guess which scene comes next…

***

Things didn’t quite go the way of a gay porn. 

Red guided him back down the slick stairs to the factory floor and through a throng of guys who berated them good naturedly. Vijay noticed how everyone seemed to like Red. The big man had been promoted to foreman for obvious reasons; he was a natural leader. He showed Vijay into the locker room and pulled out a pair of canvas pants and a sweatshirt that were redolent with his manly scent. Shoving them into Vijay’s hands, he disappeared out the door, saying that he had to report to his supervisor.

“I’ll be back in a few, big guy,” he called over his shoulder.

Vijay sighed and stripped out of his soggy suit. He would take it to the dry cleaners that night and see if they could resurrect it but it looked pretty forlorn. Well, after today I can dress more casually, he reasoned. No one here expects me to wear a suit!

He had pulled on Red’s pants (opting to keep on his wet underwear) and was about to lift the sweatshirt over his head when Red returned. He looked sheepish but not unduly chastened.

“Yep, she’s pissed but she’ll get over it,” he explained and then stopped as he took in Vijay’s naked torso, exclaiming, “Dude! You’re smooth!”

“Uh, yeah,” Vijay said, pulling on the shirt. There had been a distinct note of disappointment in Red’s voice that irritated him; he felt judged. “I’m Indian,” he added defensively.

Red crossed his arms, clearly unphased by Vijay’s attitude. “But the guys in those Bollywood movies are hairy. I guess I just assumed…”

“Can we just change the subject?” Vijay demanded, watching his little workplace fantasy evaporate before his eyes. I mean, really, what was I thinking? An affair with a client? I’m an idiot. “I’m your auditor, Red. Not your personal fitness model.”

The foreman blinked, only just then understanding that he’d hurt Vijay’s feelings. He frowned and strode over to him, reaching out to put a hand on his forearm. Vijay stared at it but didn’t move away.

“I’m sorry, Jay! I didn’t mean to that way. I just have a thing for hairy guys.”

“Red,” Vijay began delicately. “I’m not sure if this is a conversation we should be having right now. You’re my firm’s client…”

The color that crept into Red’s cheeks gave Vijay a sense of evil satisfaction. “Oh, I, uh,” he stammered, dropping his hand and backing away. “Sorry.”

Vijay shook his head. “It’s Ok.” The chilly tone in his voice caused Red to wilt further and Vijay felt a pang of guilt. Unlike Matteus, it wasn’t in his nature to be a total asshole. He decided to throw the sexy foreman a bone.

Pausing for a pregnant moment, he continued, “I can’t deny that I find you somewhat…attractive.”

Red stood up straighter, bringing a smile to Vijay’s lips. “Somewhat?” he asked, his voice filled with eagerness.

He nodded, enjoying this game. “Yeah, a little.”

Red blinked. “So I’ve gone from ‘somewhat’ to only ‘a little’ now?” His voice was barely a whisper.

Vijay smirked. “The tiniest bit.”

“Shit, man!” Red protested. “You’re cruel!” His face, though, was alive with feeling and his eyes danced with delight at Vijay’s admission.

“Maybe,” Vijay began slowly. “You could, you know, figure out how to increase my attraction after the audit is complete.”

Red made a strangled sound in the back of his throat as he stared helplessly up at him. Vijay now understood where Red’s name came from: His whole face was turning the brightest shade of crimson. On top of that, he was trembling. God, he is totally adorable! Vijay admitted to himself. He savored the rich sight of the big man being completely vulnerable to his desire and all of his previous annoyance dissipated. The tension built between them until Vijay couldn’t stand it any longer.

He reached out and pulled the wet hem of Red’s shirt out of his pants and lifted it over his head. Red’s hairy belly poked out, soft around his waist and firming up toward his sternum. Vijay marveled at it. He fucking loved guys who were muscular like Red but who also had let themselves go a bit, maybe drinking a few too many beers on the weekends or eating too many slices of pizza. Red wasn’t quite a bear yet but he might get there in a few years with some…coaxing.

When his shirt was off, Vijay realized how young the man standing breathless in front of him was. He couldn’t be more than twenty-five years old! This youth gave him an irresistible innocence that contrasted nicely with his natural air of authority. Vijay loved the paradox of a man who radiated power and yet who wasn’t too proud to allow himself be stripped naked with desire. His gaze drifted down Red’s thick torso before landing on his crotch and his eyes widened when he saw the bulge tenting out his Carhartt’s. It was with great force of will and immense regret that Vijay stopped himself from ripping down those pants then and there. In the end, he had to content himself with leaning forward and planting a chaste kiss on Red’s cheek.

“To be continued after the audit,” he whispered, taking a step backward.

Red exhaled unevenly. It took him a long time before he could speak and when he did, his voice was hoarse. “I can’t believe I have to wait six weeks!”

“Oh, you’ll be fine, Red,” Vijay reassured before adding flippantly, “And who knows? Maybe by then I’ll have sprouted a bunch of body hair!” He lifted his foot to tie his shoelace before heading for the door.

Red stood there for a long time, lost in a delirium of desire before he realized that he was fondling a business card in his pocket. He pulled it out and stared at it, vaguely recalling that he’d plucked it off the bulletin board at his favorite gay bar. ‘Quid Pro Quo Solutions, LLC,’ the card read in bold letters. ‘We make your dreams come true.’

A sly smile creased his face as he remembered Vijay’s parting words. “Oh, you’ll be hairy alright,” Red muttered under his breath. “I promise you that!”

***

Vijay saw Matteus in the locker room at the YMCA that Saturday afternoon. The dude was standing at the mirror, a towel wrapped around his slim torso, primping his hair. He didn’t look up when Vijay walked past and Vijay decided not to interrupt him. He had to spend too much time with Matteus already and this was one of the times he was glad for his coworker’s self absorption. He headed up to the main floor to lift weights and do some cardio, resolving to do something about his rather pathetic physique. No matter how he tried, he could not seem to put on muscle. He was beginning to worry that he was doomed to look like a boney adolescent for the rest of his life!

Unbelievably, Matteus was still in front of the mirror an hour later when Vijay returned from his workout. The dude was applying styling gel to his immaculate curls, plucking and teasing them into a perfect coif. Vijay rolled his eyes. Just when he thought Matteus could not possibly be any less attractive, the guy bumped down a notch. It was grotesque how into himself he was!

Still, I gotta admit he has a killer bod, Vijay thought. His muscles looked like they had been etched in marble, an effect that was magnified by his flawless, alabaster skin. Fuck, he’s like a fucking statue of David! Vijay shivered. He couldn’t imagine how many hours Matteus had to work out to maintain a body like that. He must only eat chicken breasts and lettuce! Vijay looked down at his own concave chest and the little paunch of flab that poked over the elastic band of his shorts no matter how many sit ups he did and felt like the ugly duckling. God, what would it be like to have a body like Matteus?

If it meant that I had to be a huge asshole, I’d rather be skinny fat! he swore to himself, trying to convince himself it was true.

***

“Dude! That’s my tea!”

Matteus looked up and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how you can drink this shit. It tastes like cat piss.” He blew his nose loudly into a Kleenex, tossing it over his shoulder and missing the wastebasket. “February fucking sucks in the Midwest,” he muttered. “I miss California.”

Vijay stared at him. “You sick?” he asked, instinctively drawing backward. The thought of being trapped in the airless office with a guy who was both a huge dick and suffering from a cold made him feel desperate.

“Yeah, I’m fucking sick, Sherlock. Why else do you think I’d be drinking your fucking tea?” Matteus took another sip and made a face. “Tell your little buddy that he needs to learn how to brew a proper pot, Ok?” Oblivious to Vijay’s rapidly darkening face, he stopped himself, adding, “What am I talking about? Rednecks don’t know shit about tea.”

“Red is not a redneck,” Vijay warned, unable to keep an edge from creeping into his voice. He was both touched that Red had noted his predilection for tea and pissed at Matteus for insulting him.

His coworker looked up at him blankly. Clearly, the thought had never occurred to him that Red could be anything but a redneck. He was about to break into a sharp retort when he was overcome with a sneezing fit and Vijay froze in horror as he felt little misty droplets spray over him. That was it. He’d had it! Clenching his jaw and wishing a myriad of ills on the arrogant asshole, he headed for the door.

“I’m going to work in Victoria’s office,” he stated coldly as he reached for the doorknob. “Go ahead and keep the tea. I don’t want it.”

Part 2

Red tracked down Vijay later that morning in Victoria’s office. The young auditor was puzzling over a journal entry when he looked up and saw the big man waiting in the doorway. Red had a funny half-sly, half-proud look on his face.

“Hey, Red!” Vijay called out. “What’s up?”

Red nodded to Victoria before sauntering into the room. “Did you like your tea this morning?” he asked, his voice light.

Vijay had completely forgotten about it but recovered quickly. “Oh, yes! It was delicious!” he lied. “I’m surprised you knew that I drink tea.”

“I sorta figured that you did, being Indian and all.”

Vijay smiled. “Good call on that one! Yes, I do love my tea.”

“Did you, um, drink all of it?” Red inquired.

This question aroused Vijay’s curiosity. Why would Red ask him that? He decided to play along, though, answering, “Yes, of course. It was the best tea I’ve ever had.”

Red relaxed noticeably, making Vijay even more suspicious. He would have to ponder this later but right now he had to get his head back in the audit game.

“Hey, Red, when your shift is over, do you want to start working on the equipment inventory?”

“Yes!”

His answer was so immediate that Vijay looked up…and noticed something about him. Trying to be casual, he studied the big man. His eyes were dancing and there was a coiled intensity about him like a kid on his birthday. Red seemed to be on the verge of dancing around in front of him.

Vijay raised an eyebrow before continuing. “Good, let’s meet back here and you can show me your inventory spreadsheet before we go out on the factory floor.”

“Ok, boss!” Red replied, giving him a wide smile.

Vijay’s smile was more tentative. What the heck is going on with him?

***

The mystery deepened later that day as they headed onto the floor to verify the equipment inventory. It took him a while to notice because he was studying his spreadsheet so intently but eventually he realized that Red was always in front of him a few steps. When he tried to walk abreast, the young guy would quickly move ahead, leaving Vijay with a clear view of his back.

He does have an awfully nice butt, Vijay thought when he absently looked up from his tablet and noted how Red’s tawny canvas pants intimately hugged his heavy, square buttocks. And those thighs… The loops sewn into the sides of Red’s Carhartt’s were meant to hold tools but they looked almost salacious as they quivered with each step, pushed out wide by his tumescent quads.

Vijay swallowed, feeling his cock harden as he fought to maintain his concentration. Red seemed to sense his mounting arousal and began to waggle his hips provocatively. Vijay forced his attention back to his tablet with difficulty but Red did not give up easily, taking every opportunity to bend over and squat down. After a half hour, Vijay was so horned-up that he had to take a break. He could feel his cock leaking precum in his underwear as he mumbled something and hurried away to the bathroom to jack off.

Red had a very pleased expression on his rugged face when Vijay returned, walking stiffly but feeling more relaxed. Shit, the foreman knew how to play him! How was he ever going to make it through the audit with his dignity and his reputation intact?

The big man cast his eyes downward as Vijay approached, becoming almost demure. His cheeks were rosy beneath his beard and he seemed to almost be vibrating with excitement. Head clearer now, the thought that something wasn’t quite right with the big man returned and he tried to piece the puzzle together in his mind as he absently attempted to focus on the task at hand.

He shook his head, trying to clear it. Being close to the sexy foreman was like imbibing a potent drug and he was getting aroused again despite having just wacked off. He eyed the big guy speculatively. Yeah, Red was definitely hiding something, something that he was doing a very poor job of concealing. The big guy was always a bit agitated when Vijay was around but right now he was radiating youthful joy and excitement. Red was probably a couple of years older than Vijay but seemed as energetic as a young boy. He was burning for Vijay’s attention, eyes full and bright each time his gaze landed on him. It was really disarming and more than a little bit of a turn on. Vijay couldn’t remember meeting a man who so into him.

In the end, he abandoned his trepidation and simply allowed himself the pleasure of being fawned over by the stunningly attractive man. When Red asked him to his place for dinner that Saturday, Vijay agreed without a second thought and only later wondered whether he’d just made a tactical blunder. Dinner at Red’s place could all too easily lead to the one thing he’d sworn wouldn’t happen between them until after the audit was completed.

But it was just dinner, right? He laughed at himself for being to cautious. Surely, he was grown up enough to enjoy dinner with a friend and not allow himself to be seduced. He was a man after all. A grown man!

***

Matteus was still coughing when he went back to the office to collect his things. Vijay felt briefly bad for his coworker and was tempted to ask him if there was anything he could do but before he could say anything, Matteus looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes and barked, “What the fuck do you want?”

Vijay blinked, taken aback both by Matteus’ gruff manner and the thick five o’clock shadow coating his cheeks. He could have sworn that Matteus had been clean-shaven that morning. Matteus was always impeccably groomed.

“I…I,” he started to say but Matteus cut him off.

“Just get the fuck out of here. I’m trying to finish up these projections and can’t concentrate.”

“Fine,” Vijay said coldly, his good will evaporating. “Just tell me when you want to leave tonight.”

Matteus growled, running a hand through his hair, leaving his thick locks strewn about in a unkempt mass. 

“Fuck, I need a haircut!” he mused, momentarily forgetting the question. When he realized that Vijay was awaiting his response, he grunted, “I dunno. Leave in an hour?” His voice was heavy and dull from coughing, making him sound brutish.

Vijay nodded and left the room to return to Victoria’s office, preferring her calm professionalism over Matteus’ unrelenting abuse. He was going to talk to Peter when he got back to the office and tell him that he did not want to be assigned to another job with Matteus ever again.

***

Matteus’ strange behavior continued on the way back to the office that night. He insisted on driving despite the icy roads and surprised Vijay by tuning the radio to a country music station and turning up the volume. When asked to turn it down, he scoffed and commenced to sing along, loudly and off-key.

Vijay shook his head. Apparently, having a cold brought out a different side of Matteus. He had no idea that his coworker was a connoisseur of country music. Matteus was slapping his thigh in time with the music, all but braying out the lyrics. Vijay started to roll his eyes but then gave a start when he noticed the dirt under his coworker’s fingernails and the thick, dark hairs on the back of his hands.

Huh? He knew for a fact that Matteus had spent the whole day working in the office. How could he have gotten his fingernails so dirty sitting at a desk? And he distinctly remembered his smooth, elegantly manicured hands. Matteus caught him staring and abruptly stopped singing, doing a double take as he looked down at his hands. He turned them over, examining his dirty fingernails and taking his hand off the steering wheel momentarily to pluck at the thick hairs sprouting on his knuckles.

“What the…?” he started to say but was overtaken by a coughing fit.

Vijay cringed, grabbing the steering wheel before they slid off the road. Shit, he thought, I’m going to either die or catch his fucking cold before I get home! he thought, pledging to take his mother’s turmeric concoction if he survived the ride home.

Matteus was hacking away, doubling over in his seat as Vijay struggled to keep the car in the lane. He had just managed to regain control when he noticed something else: Matteus’ shirt was bulging out over his belt buckle. He’d taken his suit coat off when they got in the car and was wearing a tailored oxford shirt underneath. Maybe it was the way he was sitting but it sure looked like Matteus had a bit of a belly going on there. Vijay lifted an eyebrow, taking advantage of Matteus’ distraction to examine him more closely before returning his attention to road.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it: Matteus had a belly! But how could that be? He’d just seen him practically naked a few days ago at the YMCA and there hadn’t been an ounce of fat on his lean frame. Matteus’ bod had been impeccably ripped, smooth, and muscular. This was so weird…

Vijay finally convinced Matteus to pull over at a rest stop and he took over driving. His coworker’s coughing only grew worse but Matteus refused Vijay’s offer to take him to an urgent care clinic, although he did allow Vijay to drop him off at his apartment, opting to leave his own car back at the office.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning,” Vijay offered as they pulled up in front of the building. “But, please, stay home if you’re not feeling well.”

Matteus grumbled something unintelligible and stumbled out of the car, slamming the door behind him and trudging miserably up the steps. Vijay watched him go with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was glad that the ‘walking viral sponge’ had exited his vehicle but, on the other, he felt bad for him. He was also confused by how different Matteus looked. Maybe getting sick did weird things to a guy’s body? He watched the young man fumble with his keys, amazing at how his formerly pert butt was rounding out his slacks. Matteus had a booty!

***

Matteus missed the rest of the week of work and miraculously Vijay didn’t catch his cold, a feat he credited to scouring every surface of his car and the small office at the factory with antiseptic wipes…and his mother’s secret tea.

Red couldn’t seem to stay away from him. Vijay was settling in to slog through the mountains of accounts payable records when he looked up and Red was standing before him, a coy smile on his handsome face. Once again, Vijay found himself divided between the overwhelming lust the big guy’s presence engendered and the nagging feeling that something was going, something important. He could all but read it in the foreman’s oddly exuberant demeanor. What was it? God, he couldn’t figure it out!

Red startled him out of his reverie by asking, “Anything I can do to help, dude?”

Vijay wiped his hand across his forehead, feeling giddy. How could he concentrate with a delectable specimen of male beauty leaning over him? Just looking at him got him hard and he reached down to surreptitiously massage his cock.

“Um, maybe in a bit. Aren’t you on shift til noon?”

Red flushed, causing Vijay’s cock to spasm. Shit, the sight of a masculine guy acting so innocent was fucking hot! He forced himself to stop fondling himself out of fear of staining his tight pants with leaking precum.

“Victoria talked to my supervisor and asked her to let me be your assistant for operations-related questions.”

Vijay intuited the real meaning behind the words: Red had asked Victoria to intervene with his supervisor. If he’d had any doubts, it was now official that Red had a raging crush on him. He felt his own cheeks color as the silence grew poignant between them.

Red finally cleared his throat, asking, “So, are you a vegetarian?”

Vijay blinked at the odd question, taking a moment before he remembered Red’s dinner invitation. “Uh, no. I eat anything.”

“Anything…?” Red’s tone was playful.

“Um, yeah, pretty much,” Vijay replied, feeling simultaneously aroused and uncomfortable. It took all his self-restraint not to lunge across the desk at the big man and tear his clothes off.

Red nodded, his complexion becoming even more florid underneath his thick beard. “Good.”

Vijay had never had such a loaded conversation before. How was it possible for every word, every syllable, every fucking pause to be so arousing? He looked down at his desk and took a deep breath.

“Listen, Red,” he said evenly, despite the fact his heart was thumping in his chest. “I need to get back to work but I am really looking forward to having dinner with you tomorrow. The weekend is right around the corner…”

Red nodded. If he was disappointed, he hid it well. “Yeah, right. I’ll leave you alone after you give me your cell number so I can text you directions to my place.”

Smooth operator, Vijay thought as they tapped smartphones, exchanging numbers. Only then did it occur to him that he might be at risk for violating the rules of his firm. One look at Red’s twinkling eyes and full lips, though, was enough to make him forget his qualms. Everything would be fine. Just fine…

***

On Saturday morning, Vijay was limping downstairs after a particularly brutal crossfit class when he saw something he’d never seen at the downtown Y before: A guy with a mullet. He couldn’t help it, he stopped and stared. The man was running furiously on a treadmill, his “business-in-the-front-and-party-in-the-back” hairdo flopping up and down on his broad shoulders. The man was pretty beefy, to the point of being plump, and his ass barely fit in the little pair of running shorts he had on. He seemed to be struggling to maintain his current pace, reaching out to grab the treadmill’s safety bars and breathing hard. 

Vijay shook his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t like mullets – Shit, some of the guys at the factory looked smoking hot with them! – it was just that he was used to anemic hipsters with their uber-trendy hairstyles at the gym. It was kind of refreshing seeing a guy with a hot “dad bod” and a, um, decidedly non-urban haircut. Yeah, the dude was actually quite attractive, Vijay realized, and the fact that he didn’t match the typical gym bunny mold only made him more alluring. Vijay was the first to admit he had a thing for stocky guys. There was a reason that all of the porn websites he visited featured bears…or cubs. This guy, he observed, would make an adorable cub with a little, um, freshening up.

The young guy stopped running right then and awkwardly tried to jump off the machine before the belt had stopped. Vijay had to reach out quickly to catch his arm to prevent him from falling.

“Whoa, dude!” he exclaimed. “I got you.”

The young guy mumbled his thanks and was straightening up when Vijay gasped.

“Matteus?” he asked, unable to keep from gaping.

His coworker’s gaze flicked to his face momentarily before he turned away. He tore his arm out of Vijay’s grasp and lurched across the gym floor but not before Vijay noticed his cheeks (under his heavy beard) were flaming red.

He caught up to him at the elevator. “Matteus, wait!”

“Fuck you, Vijay! Get away from me.”

Vijay started to put his hand on Matteus’ shoulder but thought better of it. “Hey, don’t talk to me like that! I was just surprised, that’s all.”

Matteus whirled at him then and Vijay had to quickly school his features to hide his shock. Matteus was practically unrecognizable! Gone was the young guy’s lithe, sinewy form. Gone were his angular, refined features. Gone was his flawless, smooth skin. The man glaring back at him was not anywhere near the mainstream ideal of male beauty, although Vijay quickly decided that he preferred Matteus the way he looked now. Yes, before he’d been too ethereal, too perfect, too…everything. But now…

Now his coworker was doing everything he could to get away from him. The door to the elevator opened and he pushed inside, pressing furiously on the “close door” button and trying to block Vijay’s entrance.

“Dude!” Vijay shouted. “Dude! Chill out!”

Matteus responded by shoving him out of the way. The door started to close but Vijay quickly darted around him and then they were alone inside together in the cramped compartment. Both men were breathing heavily and Vijay was very cognizant of the ill will radiating from the stocky guy beside him. Matteus wouldn’t look at him and turned his back on him as soon as the door closed.

Vijay cleared his throat but Matteus cut him off before he could say anything.

“Vijay, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you if you say one fuckin’ word.” 

Even his voice had changed. Maybe it was the aftereffects of the cold but his elocution was muddy and his tone was heavy. He didn’t sound terribly bright, Vijay realized and then chided himself for being so judgmental. Matteus was one of the smartest people he knew, even if he was a complete asshole.

“Come on, Matteus! Don’t be such a jerk. I’m just a little surprised, that’s all. I think you look great, by the way.”

Matteus glared at him, self-consciously pulling his too-tight t-shirt down over his protruding belly. He was pouring sweat with dark rings around his armpits and droplets dripping off his shaggy hair and thick beard. Vijay realized with a start that Matteus didn’t have a mullet; his hairline was receding, leaving only a thin halo of hair on the top of his head while the hair in back had grown almost down to his shoulders. He blinked, head spinning. There was no doubt about it; his coworker was a changed man. Changed almost beyond recognition.

The door opened then and Matteus stormed out of the elevator but not before he drew himself up to his full height (which was still a good five inches shorter than Vijay) and seethed, “‘Great’?  I look ‘great’? Well, fuck you, Vijay! Fuck you to hell!”

Vijay watched him go with a bewildered expression. He’d never seen a man change so much, so quickly and couldn’t help feeling like the world had just become a much more mysterious place than he’d believed only five minutes ago. What the fuck was going on?

***

The drive to Red’s place was only semi-harrowing. February was an icy month in Illinois and he was glad that he’d had so much experience driving on slippery roads over the past couple of weeks during the audit. The trip took about an hour from his downtown apartment and he breathed easier as he headed out into the country, the suburbs gradually thinning into cornfields. Red lived outside a small town that was beginning to be overtaken by reverse migrants from the city. It was still rural but getting busier and he was surprised by the amount of traffic even on the dirt roads. Sadly, in a few years, this secluded haven would likely be subsumed by the encroaching sprawl. Right now, though, it still felt like the country. 

He smiled as he pulled up in front of Red’s home. It was a manufactured house, probably made at the factory. The foreman had done a nice job of situating it off the road for privacy and Vijay was surprised to see colorful plastic sleds propped by the door and a myriad of boot tracks on the snowy hill rising in back. Did the Red have children? Vijay eyed the sleds and tracks speculatively as he got out of the car and headed up the steps.

Red met him at the front door wearing a (what else?) Cincinnati Reds baseball cap, a half apron, and no shirt. His beautiful beginner belly hung slightly over the cloth at his waist, making Vijay salivate.

“Uh, I hope you’re not making bacon,” Vijay observed wryly.

“Nope, nothing fried,” the big man replied, grinning as he stepped back to usher Vijay in with a sweep of his arm. “Welcome to my home, dude. I’m glad you made it safely!”

Vijay grinned back at him and then stopped with his foot poised over the threshold. Red was wearing the apron and nothing else. His ass was hanging out behind him, bare as a baby’s (only much, much hairier.) He felt his cheeks grow instantly hot.

“Uh, Red…”

The gorgeous foreman turned to him questioningly. “Yeah?”

“You’re, um, naked.”

“Oh? Am I?” Red said with mock innocence, the smile widening across his face as Vijay noticed an unmistakable bulge begin to tent out the front of the apron. He turned then and gave his friend the full view of his voluptuous butt. His cheeks jiggled seductively as Vijay felt his body explode with desire.

In less than a minute, he’d ripped his clothes off and was banging away at the foreman’s amazing ass on the couch, all but forgetting his pledge to keep their relationship platonic until after the audit was complete. He would have forgotten to put on a condom if Red hadn’t forced one into his palm as he slid his foreskin back, aiming for that delectable hole in front of him.

He came in seconds, collapsing heavily on top of Red, sweat trickling down his neck. His heart was pounding in his chest and his cock was still pulsing, nestled in its new, hot home. He could feel the condom loosening as his erection subsided and knew he should pull out. But it felt so good to be united with Red in this way.

The big man groaned beneath him. “Well, that didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would!”

Vijay stiffened. “You’ve never been fucked before?”

Red laughed, his big body shaking under Vijay. “I’ve never been with a guy before!”

“No shit? Really?”

A million thoughts exploded inside his mind at that moment as the true weight of what he had just done fell heavily on him. He couldn’t believe he’d just fucked Red less than a minute after being invited into his home! And it was the guy’s first time! And what about the children’s tracks in the snow out front? What if Red had kids and they walked in while he was…Fuck, fuck, fuck! He felt like a total asshole. God, if only he’d been able to control himself! He would have taken his time, been gentler, really worked to make sure that Red was ready and enjoyed himself. But, no, instead he’d selfishly ripped into him, taking his own pleasure while not giving a thought about Red’s.

“Red, I…” his voice died in his throat and he had to fight back the bitter regret assailing him. He was a fucking jerk!

Red very slowly, very carefully pushed Vijay out of him while somehow managing to maintain full body contact. He reached down into the crevice between them and plucked the condom off, depositing it on the floor, and hugged Vijay to him. His apron was still tied on but Vijay could feel his fat hardon pressing against him through the fabric.

“Shhh, it’s Ok,” he whispered. “I should have told you sooner that I am–I mean, was–an ass virgin.”

Vijay hung his head. “Fuck, man. I’m sorry! I’m such an asshole.”

Red smiled beneath him, reaching to push a stray strand of Vijay’s black hair behind his ear. “Don’t worry! I knew I was playing with fire when I met you at the door…dressed…like this.”

“Um, yeah,” Vijay agreed ruefully. “I guess I have been wanting to pound your hole ever since I saw you in those fucking Carhartt’s. Shit, man, why do you have to wear such tight pants?”

“Oh, so I was asking for it, huh?” Red teased, face crinkling. 

“Uh, yeah, didn’t you just say that?”

Red was formulating his reply when Vijay momentarily lost himself in his new lover’s limpid gaze. He shook himself when he realized that Red was watching him with an amused expression. God, the big guy was fucking attractive! Vijay couldn’t remember feeling so overcome before and the intensity of his feelings was almost frightening.

“What’s wrong?” Red asked, face softening.

Vijay didn’t answer, opting instead to lower his mouth down to give the sexy man a tender kiss. Red’s lips were full, soft, luscious. And his beard was prickly. Vijay laughed.

“Can we, uh, start over from the beginning, stud?”

Red shook his head. “I don’t want to. I’m happy right now.”

Only then did Vijay notice a familiar aroma wafting in from the kitchen. He lifted his head and inhaled deeply, asking, “Wait, is that butter chicken?”

The corner of Red’s mouth lifted. “The very same.”

“How the hell did you know about that dish?” Excitement made Vijay’s voice sound almost childlike. “It’s rare even in Indian restaurants!”

“I can google with the best of ‘em,” Red replied smugly. “I looked up your last name and guessed that you must be from Mumbai. One of the women in accounts receivable is from there so I just, you know, asked…”

Vijay stopped him, the flutter in his chest building to an almost unbearable level. “You are determined to do everything to get under my skin, aren’t you?”

“Well, under your skin, inside my hole,” Red replied, coloring. “It’s all the same, really.”

***

They lay on the couch for a long time, Vijay on top of Red, caressing his great, hairy body as they ground their crotches together. Vijay was turned on again and Red was leaking like a faucet under the flimsy apron. He didn’t resist when Vijay reached down and liberated him from the garment. Finally, their cocks were skin-to-skin! It was the most delicious feeling and Vijay had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from cumming again. 

Incredibly, Red possessed a cock that was nearly identical to his own. Even their foreskins were the same shape and length. Vijay had always been self-conscious about how long his ‘skin was so it was a relief to see Red’s; he was tired of having to apologize for it to circumcised Americans. Grinning, he reached down and squeezed his new lover’s throbbing cock. It was probably a good seven inches long and pretty girthy. Again, he was relieved because his fat cock got many comments from his partners. Inexperienced bottoms in particular were scared of it and needed a lot of coaxing before they’d surrender to him.

“Your cock is like a white guy’s version of my own!” he exclaimed. Indeed, the only real difference was that Vijay’s dick was dark brown whereas Red’s was pale pink. “That’s so cool!”

Red’s gaze darted to the side for a moment. When he made eye contact again, he had a sheepish look on his face.

“Um, about that…”

Vijay wrinkled his brow, waiting for Red to elaborate.

“Would you be disappointed if my cock didn’t, um, well, you know…”

“Didn’t what?” Completely lost, Vijay wondered briefly if Red had erectile dysfunction. But his cock sure felt hard and ready to shoot.

Red looked away again. “I mean, how important is cock size to you?”

Vijay exhaled loudly, a sound of frustration. “I’m not a size queen if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Looking somewhat relieved, Red continued, “I kinda figured you were, you know, a top.”

“Yeah, that’s right. One hundred percent.” Vijay couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice.

Red’s face relaxed further with these words. “So, I also figured that you wouldn’t care too much about the, er, size of my cock.”

“Red, would you please just say whatever it is that you want to say?” Vijay could feel both impatience and worry building inside of him. What was going on? He tried to be as reassuring as possible when he continued, “I promise that there is nothing you tell me that would make me think less of you.”

There was an extraordinarily long pause before Red said all in a rush, “My dick might not always be this big.”

Vijay blinked. “Uh, what do you mean?”

“Just what I said: My cock might not always be as big as it is now. In fact, I can pretty much guarantee that this is as big as you will ever see it.”

Shaking his head, Vijay replied, “That doesn’t make any sense. Dicks don’t just randomly shrink, I mean, apart from the obvious thing that happens, you know, after cumming. Do you have some sort of…problem down there? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

Red’s face beet red by this point and Vijay could feel his erection softening in his hand. He felt bad for pressing the guy and didn’t want to shame him if he did have some sort of sexual problem, but Red had brought up the subject. Whatever it was, it must be pretty important or he wouldn’t broach the topic on their first date.

“Is there a problem with the way your…penis works?” he prompted again, growing more concerned by the second.

“No, not exactly.”

“Ok, that’s good.”

Red fixed his beautiful green eyes imploringly on Vijay, lowering his voice. “I’m just telling you that my dick will get smaller each time we have sex.”

Silence.

Then, “You’re obviously joking.”

“No.”

Vijay felt his own cock softening now. This was by far the weirdest pillow talk he’d ever engaged in. “Red,” he began evenly, “is this something a minister or priest told you as a kid to scare you away from homosexuality?”

Red shook his head adamantly. “No! It’s not that. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

Now it was Red’s turn to be frustrated. “Let’s just do it and then you’ll see. I’m not lying.”

But it was no use. The mood was shattered and Vijay’s cock was by now thoroughly deflated. He pulled himself off of Red and had started to gather up his discarded clothing when the big man stopped him, pulling him back down on the sofa and taking him in his huge, muscular arms.

“Vijay,” he said fiercely. “I know I shouldn’t say this so soon but I really like you a lot.” He stopped and emitted a low growl in the back of his throat. “Ok, fuck it! Fuck it! I love you! I fucking love you, Ok? I fucking want you to be my man.”

Vijay stared at him, momentarily disarmed. He had to admit that he felt similar but was experienced enough to know that his feelings were more likely infatuation than love at this point. Still, he was deeply touched. Unbidden, a tear slipped out of the corner of his eye. He was reaching up to wipe it away when Red stayed his hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing it tenderly.

“I want you to fuck me again,” he whispered. “But face to face this time.” He grinned, adding, “And slower!”

Vijay’s body was trembling, both with emotion and desire. He lost himself in the beautiful man’s soulful stare again before shaking himself and accepting the condom that Red folded into his palm. Slowly and deliberately, he rolled the latex onto his quivering shaft, stretching it over his fat cockhead. Then he pushed Red’s meaty legs up and over his head, exposing his delectable pucker. It was pinkish and slightly swollen from its previous thrashing but easily the hottest hole he’d ever seen. Red had such massive ass cheeks and so much black, scraggly hair down there that the sight made Vijay lightheaded. He’d had a fantasy since he was a horny preteen about fucking an asshole like this.

And now it was right in front of him, clenching and unclenching with excitement. Imploring him to fuck it.

God, how could life get any better than this?

“You sure about this?” he asked in a husky voice. Desire made it difficult for him to speak.

Red nodded, a vulnerable yet excited look on his face. He smiled encouragingly up at Vijay.

This time Vijay focused on Red, intent on taking him to the heights of pleasure even if it meant that he had to sacrifice some of his own enjoyment. He must have been successful because he had the big,musclebound beast screaming at the top of his lungs by the time he climaxed, shooting his load all over but not before he aimed his magnificent cock up at Vijay and sprayed him with jizz.

Vijay exploded inside him then, the taste of Red’s musky cum in his open mouth, feeling like this second orgasm was going to rip him in two. He collapsed on top of his lover, panting and spent and giggling when Red licked his neck.

“That was…” he started to gasp but Red stopped him.

“Shhh, just hold me.”

He did.

***

When he was getting dressed, he felt Red’s stare at him across the room. Turning, he saw the big man studying him with a curious expression on his face.

“Something wrong, big guy?”

Red’s cheeks colored and he looked away, saying evasively, “Nope, nothing’s wrong.”

Vijay was unconvinced. “What? You can tell me.”

There was a long pause during which Red wouldn’t look at him. Finally, he turned, and fixing Vijay with a funny stare, asked, “Are you, uh, any hairier now?”

Instinctively, he looked down at his torso before catching himself. Perplexed, he answered, “Uh, no. Should I be?”

Red’s ears were pink by this point and color was creeping up the back of his neck. When he spoke, Vijay had to strain to hear him.

“Yes.”

The bizarre conversation they’d had just before fucking came back to him in a rush. He put his hands on his hips, determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Red,” he said pointedly. “Why don’t you explain to me what’s going on? This is the second weird thing you’ve talked about since I got here. Why exactly should I be hairier now? Guys don’t just randomly get hairier and they certainly don’t lose cock size.”

His lover lowered his head, abashed. “I know.”

“Of course, you know! That’s because it’s true. Now, come on. Tell me what you’re getting at.”

Red paced over to him, leaning up on his tiptoes to give him a little kiss. Vijay, however, kept his mouth tight, refusing to give in. Finally, his lover gave up as he settled back on his heels and sighed.

“Look,” he said, glancing down at his rapidly stiffening erection. “I’m smaller, aren’t I?”

It was Vijay’s turn to sigh. “Red, this is ridiculous, your cock is the same size…” his voice trailed off as he reached down and folded his hand around the man’s now completely hard cock.

Holy fuck!

No way!

No fucking way!

His face went pale and he dropped Red’s cock as if it was a hot brand, backing away from him until his skin touched the wall behind him.

Red’s dick was indeed smaller than it had been before they fucked.

Much smaller.

“Red,” he began, reaching up to massage his forehead. He had developed a splitting headache in just the last few seconds. “What…?”

Big, warm arms were around him then, holding him tightly. Red’s hands were rubbing his shoulders and he was murmuring in Vijay’s ear.

“I gave it up for you. It’s all for you. It’s because I love you, man.”

Vijay felt sick, almost like he did when he gotten on that damned carousel in New York City so many years ago as a child. Both his mind and the world around him seemed to be spinning out of control and he felt nauseated. He didn’t resist when Red led him over to the couch and helped him sit down.

They sat there for a long time, Vijay holding his head in his hands and Red massaging his back and shoulders with his huge, calloused hands. Finally, as the pale winter sun was setting behind the low hills in back of Red’s house and the living room was growing darker, Vijay stirred. He tried to open his eyes, squinted, and closed them again but not before his gaze landed on Red’s still-hard cock. It was pointed jauntily up at the him, no more than five or so inches long and nowhere near its previous thickness. In fact, it looked downright skinny.

He groaned.

“I don’t get it,” he managed to choke. “What happened?”

“I made a deal,” Red explained patiently as if he were talking to a small child. He squeezed Vijay around the shoulders, pulling him against his side. “I gave up my cock size in exchange for you getting hairier. The agreement was that every time we had sex, my dick would shrink and you would get hairier until I decided I was happy with the results.”

Vijay groaned again, his head still pounding. It took a while but he finally was able to give voice to the nagging question in the back of his mind. “So, assuming what you’re saying is true, why am I not getting hairier? Shouldn’t I have sprouted a bunch of hair after we, uh, made love?”

He cracked his eyes open again and glanced at his naked body. He had a little bush of jet black pubic hair nestled around his plump dick but that was pretty much it. He had never grown body hair like the rest of the Indian boys in his school. It had bothered him at the time but now that hipsters were avidly scouring every last trace of hair off their bodies (except, of course, for their beards and head hair), he felt less self-conscious. Given his preference, he’d love to have his body covered in thick, black hair. But that was impossible.

Or was it?

He looked up and realized that Red was examining his body critically as well and he hunched his shoulders, feeling shy and too aware that the big man wished he was hairy.

“You see, I’m just as bare as ever, Red,” he continued, sounding forlorn. “And now your cock is…” The sheer ridiculousness of what he was saying hit him then and he stopped. The whole day was fucking surreal.

Red cleared his throat. “Yeah, you’re still not any hairier and, shit, my dick is pretty small now, isn’t it? I wonder what went wrong?” He turned to face Vijay, brow furrowing. “You drank the tea I left in your office, right? I put the, um, potion in there.”

Vijay’s eyes snapped to Red’s. “You put a…potion in my tea?”

Red nodded and Vijay felt faint. Cradling his head in his hands, his headache spiked. None of this was really happening, none of this could possibly be true. None of it!

“What’s wrong?” Red asked, laying a warm hand on his back.

Vijay couldn’t speak. A wave of nausea washed over him and he stood up, frantically looking for the bathroom. Red pointed to a door off the hall and he dashed inside, puking his guts out in the toilet before collapsing on the floor. The smell of the butter chicken that had seemed so enticing now only made his stomach feel worse and he gagged, his mouth fouled with the bitter traces of his vomit. He slumped down and passed out.

***

He awoke in a big bed, huddled against something warm. It took him a few confused moments to realize that he wasn’t in his bed back at the apartment and someone was lying next to him. He froze before remembering where he was. Not long after, he remembered everything else and he moaned. He still had a pounding headache and he wanted desperately to be anywhere but at Red’s place.

He had to warn Matteus.

Shit, Matteus!

He moaned again, feeling miserable. As improbable as it was, his coworker’s unsettling transformation now made a perverted sort of sense. His logical mind might not be able to handle the implications but that didn’t stop the rational part from connecting the dots.

Matteus had drunk the tea intended for him and was now experiencing the…curse…that should have landed on him. He sat up on his elbows as Red yawned and stretched next to him. He looked adorable all cozy and sleepy but Vijay wasn’t going to allow himself to be seduced again. This man had done the unthinkable. What if Vijay had drunk the tea as planned? What would he look like right now?

Not waiting for Red to fully wake up, he launched into it. “Matteus drank the tea you left for me and now he is at least forty pounds heavier, balding, and…,” he grappled for a politically correct term but couldn’t come up with one so he powered on heedless of Red’s feelings, “a redneck.”

Red blinked at him before going pale. In a moment, all color had drained out of his face and he looked ill.

“Is that what you had in mind for me, Red? Is that what you planned?” His voice was hard, cold, and precise. Red flinched at his words but he didn’t care. “How could you do this? And I cared…” he voice broke and he pushed himself out of bed. He wiped angrily at the tears that were welling up in his eyes.

“Vijay, no! Wait!” Red called after him but he was already pulling on his pants and shirt and shoes, heading for the door.

Hurt, sick, angry, and confused, he ran through the house, hurling open the front door and lurching to his car before speeding away. His headlights illuminated Red, naked and waving desperately at him from the front porch, but he didn’t care. He just kept going. He didn’t know what he was going to do but he knew he had to get away from there. He never wanted to see Red Mallone again.

***

Part 3

Note: If you’re read my story, ‘Quid Pro Quo Solutions,’ you’ll remember Bilal. He was such a fun character that I brought him back for a guest appearance here. To recap, he and his sister run a business in which they traffic in magical potions that allow their clients to trade one attribute for another. Red visited Bilal earlier in this story and traded, er, some of his ‘size’ for a body hair potion that was supposed to be for Vijay…

Bilal Baz, co-owner of Quid Pro Quo Solutions, LLC, opened the door to his apartment and blinked. One of the men standing on the landing looked eerily like his husband, Tariq Nazir. The guy was taller than Tariq and not as muscular but, in the face at least, the two could have been brothers. It was probably this similarity that kept him from slamming the door when he recognized the other man standing next to Tariq’s doppleganger. How could he forget Red Mallone, the guy who would go down in history as making the dumbest magical trade ever?

“Let me guess,” Bilal said in a bored tone. “You want your dick size back, right? I told you that guys always regret trading that. News flash, dude: Guys don’t just have dicks; guys are their dicks. You lose your cock size, you lose yourself. Simple.”

It was Red’s turn to blink. “No, I…” he stammered, cheeks coloring. Bilal remembered him for those cheeks; he blushed more than a peach in late summer.

Bilal crossed his muscular arms. “Then why are you here? It’s fucking almost midnight on a Saturday night.”

The pretty guy who looked like Tariq spoke up for Red. “Mr. Baz…”

“Bilal. You can call me ‘Bilal’, Sweetcheeks.”

The guy seemed taken aback by Bilal’s flirting but he didn’t care. The dude hit all the right notes: Dark-skinned, brown-eyed, square-jawed, and alluring. He had a soft spot for Indian and Pakistani guys.

“Ok, Bilal.” 

(And, shit, the guy had a beautifully deep voice, too.)

Bilal smiled. “There. Isn’t that better? Now we’re old friends.”

The guy gave him a faint grin but Bilal couldn’t tell if he was interested in him or if he was just being coy.

“We need your help with the cur–”

“It not a curse!” Red interrupted. “How can it be a curse if we’re both getting what we want?”

The Indian guy shook his head. “It’s a curse for Matteus. He didn’t want to be turned into a redne-”

“Careful,” Red said in a warning tone.

Bilal held his hand up. “Ok, guys, you’ve lost me. Can you please explain what the fuck you’re talking about? And how about your name?” He turned to the handsome guy and stuck out his hand, adding slyly, “And phone number?”

Red puffed up at this but the gorgeous stud looked down, betraying the fact that Bilal had succeeded in charming him. So, the dude does like big, hairy guys like me, Bilal thought with satisfaction. If I play this right, I might get a little action on the side. What Tariq doesn’t know won’t hurt him…

“We’re not here to date you, Bilal,” Red said coldly, putting a big arm over the guy’s shoulders and pulling him to his side. His friend, however, didn’t seem so convinced.

Bilal held up his hands. “Ok, bro, no sweat. I’m just a sucker for a pretty face…and a nice ass.”

Before Red could explode, the Indian guy said hurriedly, “I’m Vijay Pilgaonkar. Pleased to meet you.”

“You already know who I am, asshole,” Red stated, fixing Bilal with a withering stare.

Bilal shook his shaggy head, secretly enjoying his little game. He loved yanking Red’s chain–and flirting with cute boys! “So, what brings you to my doorstep this late on a Saturday night? I gather that the potions I gave you didn’t work as planned?”

Red nodded but Vijay answered. “I still find all of this hard to believe but I’ve seen…the results…with my own eyes. You see,” he said, fixing Bilal with his beautiful, intelligent eyes. (No wonder Red is head over heels for this guy! Bilal thought.) “Red didn’t tell me about the potion and slipped it in my tea.”

Red colored again and looked at the ground when Bilal wagged his finger at him.

“The only problem,” Vijay continued, “is that I didn’t drink the tea. My coworker did.”

Bilal shook his head sadly and made a tsking sound. “Oh, this is bad. This is very bad.” He turned to Red, saying, “I told you to tell Vijay first! You knew the magic only works well when both guys are on board!”

Red continued to stare downward, growing pinker by the minute. Vijay gave him a nudge but the big man didn’t seem inclined to speak.

After a moment, Vijay asked, “Is there anything we can do to help Matteus?”

Bilal’s shoulders fell. It was always the homos who fucked up the potions. Why couldn’t they just follow directions? But, no, they had to mess things up. He understood now why his sister, Inaya, no longer accepted gay clients. It wasn’t that she was homophobic; she was just tired of dealing with shit like this.

“You’re not going to like my answer,” he said finally.

Vijay’s face went pale. Red glanced up at Bilal and then back down at the ground.

“If the wrong person drinks the potion, the magic goes rogue,” Bilal continued. “It has wildly unpredictable results. I’d be willing to bet that Matteus didn’t simply sprout a lot of body hair. He’s probably transforming into a completely new man.”

More silence. Both Vijay and Red seemed frozen in place.

“The best thing you can do,” he concluded, “is help him…adjust to his new self because he won’t ever be the same again.”

The silence stretched as Bilal stood there, shivering in the chill air. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear a siren. The city around them, though, seemed unnaturally quiet as if it was holding its breath along with Vijay and Red.

Finally, Vijay spoke. “I see. This is not good.” He turned to Red and gave him a reproachful stare. Red looked miserable, head down and shoulders hunched.

“Tell you what,” Bilal said, feeling a pang of guilt even though he had done nothing wrong. “I’ll help you out but only because I like you.” He directed this at Vijay, giving him a wink. “I can give you a potion to stop the magic from progressing further, otherwise there will be no end to the extreme changes that your coworker is experiencing–and, Red, your dick will continue to shrink every time you guys fuck.”

Vijay gasped at this and Bilal guessed that he hadn’t realized that there were serious consequences for Red, too. You couldn’t just go around swapping potions without the magic punishing you.

“And because I hate to see unhappy customers,” he added, feeling magnanimous and more than a little smitten with Red’s gorgeous, dark-eyed man. “I’ll give you, Vijay, a bonus potion.” He held up his hands before the pretty man could protest. “Actually, it’s not really a bonus. I have to give you a potion to balance out the bad magic that Red released. It looks like you’re gonna get that body hair after all…”

***

Vijay arrived at the factory on Monday morning feeling worn out. Even his dick felt tired. He must have fucked Red a dozen times on Sunday before his kids came home from their mom’s. He smiled to himself when he realized if he was feeling the aftereffects of their fuckfest, Red was probably in even worse shape. Yeah, Red was probably walking funny this morning… 

He scratched his shoulder blade, acutely aware of how itchy his body felt now that he was covered head to toe with thick hair. It was worth it, though, he thought as he scratched himself. Yeah, definitely worth it. He even had a beard for the first time in his life! This was the culmination of his boyhood dream: Growing hair all over like a real man. He shivered with delight as he moved his hand to his face and ran his fingers through his dense, black beard. He felt like such a stud!

He had wanted to sleep over at Red’s so they could come to work together in the morning but Red had said no. He didn’t think it was appropriate for his daughter and son, Alena and Sam, to see the two of them sleeping together in the same bed yet. Vijay was sad but nonetheless agreed. He was really falling for Red and knew that it was best to take his time. He was sure that soon Red would feel confident in the longevity of their relationship and invite him to stay overnight when the kids were home.

Humming as he opened the door to the little office, he stopped and gaped at his coworker. He’d been so preoccupied with his thoughts of Red that he’d completely forgotten about Matteus’ changes.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Matteus demanded, quickly stuffing something inside his briefcase but not before Vijay what it was: A bag of pork rinds.

Vijay paused and collected himself before meeting the dude’s scowl with a bright smile. “Morning, sunshine! Have a nice weekend?”

“Fuck you and piss off.”

“I take it that is a no.”

“Whatever. Just shut the fuck up.” Matteus turned back to his computer, allowing Vijay the opportunity to take in his changes.

Matteus was wearing one of his expensive suits, probably not wise considering that it was tailored for his previous physique and he’d gained at least thirty pounds. His belly was pushing hard against the restricting buttons of his dress shirt and his belt was barely able to cinch. It looked painful and he wondered how Matteus had could stand it. His beard hung down several inches off his chin and his hairline had receded further. There was now a distinct bald spot on the top of his head. Surprisingly, he hadn’t had a haircut (or maybe this was part of the curse?) because his hair in back had grown down past his collar. The overall effect was both hot and shocking. Despite his cock feeling worn out, Vijay felt it plump up. 

He fingered the little vial that Bilal had given him. Should he give it to Matteus now? He hesitated and his coworker glanced up at him, barking, “Get the fuck to work, asshole! Are we paying you to stand around and look stupid?”

Vijay flushed and pocketed the vial, deciding that Matteus would have to wait a while before his curse ended. He sat down and got to work.

***

Red stopped by when he was on break, knocking politely at the door before sticking his head inside. He went pale when he saw Matteus and started to back out. Vijay stood up quickly and followed him out the door before Matteus could yell something rude; Matteus had been an even bigger prick than usual that morning, probably due to being self-conscious about his weight gain. Vijay closed the door behind him and immediately found himself enveloped in Red’s arms.

The big man’s mouth was on his and he was untucking his shirt, running his rough hands over Vijay’s back. Vijay shivered as Red murmured, “Mmmmm, I love your new back hair, buddy! So hot!”

Touched despite his rising panic that someone would catch them together like this, Vijay pushed his hands away and quickly reassembled his attire. Red looked on with amusement, unchastened when he whispered fiercely, “What will they think if they see the foreman of the company making out with one of the auditors?”

“Oh, they’re all about the…bottom…line here,” Red answered, winking. “And I can tell them that you’ve already helped mine.” He took Vijay’s hands and guided them to down to his ass, moaning when he grabbed it.

Vijay’s cock was instantly hard and his vision went red. (He couldn’t help it! Touching Red’s ass had that effect on him!) The next thing he knew he was all but dragging Red into a stall in the men’s room where he pounded his ass into oblivion, not caring if anyone heard their screams of passion. Thank god he’d remembered to stick a couple of condoms in his pocket that morning!

They were getting dressed again when Red remembered Matteus, asking, “So, did you give Matt the potion yet? I can’t believe how different he looks!”

Vijay smiled at the shortening of Matteus’ name, imagining how his arrogant coworker would fly into a frenzie if he heard anyone call him ‘Matt’. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “The dude was such an asshole this morning I figured I’d make him wait.”

“Just like you made me wait to take my potion?”

“Hey!” Vijay objected. “That was your idea! I told you to take it when your cock was still five inches long!”

Red was grinning, pulling down his boxers to show off his little nub. “Yeah, I know. Someday I might regret being tiny but right now I kinda like it. I always disliked having a big dick.”

Vijay laughed. “I guess as long as you’re planning to stay gay the rest of your life and are happy as a bottom, it doesn’t matter how little your tool is.”

“Yours is the only big tool I need,” Red said, taking him into his arms. “You’re my perfect man in every way and I’ll never go back to women.” He ran his hands over Vijay’s hairy chest and gently tweaked his nipples. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you…even if your beard scratches my face when we kiss.” He stood on his tiptoes and kissed Vijay, grimacing as his luxurious beard rubbed against his lower lip. “I finally get why Mercedes was always pestering me to shave!”

Rolling his eyes, Vijay grunted, “Yeah, well, keep bringing up the ex-wife and you’ll be getting a lot more than my beard in your face.” Red flushed and he softened, adding, “My cum, for instance, looks ravishing on you.”

Vijay leaned down and kissed him, taking his tiny dick between his thumb and forefinger and jacking him slowly. It didn’t take long before the big man shot. For such a little penis, he sure had a man-sized load!

***

The next day, Matteus was taking a deep swig out of a bottle of Mountain Dew when Vijay walked in. He scowled as he put it down, wiping his hairy chin. Vijay noticed that he had left off his belt but it didn’t seem to bring much relief: The button on his dress slacks was threatening to pop off. His belly had grown more and now Vijay could see his white undershirt poking through the gaps in the buttons of his oxford. 

“Hey, asshole,” Matteus said, not wasting time on greetings. “Help me with this spreadsheet. It’s not working right.”

Vijay gritted his teeth. Matteus was hotter than ever but his personality was getting more grating with each passing day. He forced himself to smile as he leaned over Matteus’ computer screen. “What’s wrong? An error in the formula?”

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t be fucking asking you, ass face.”

Vijay straightened up, glaring down at him. “Matteus, why are you always such an asshole? I would be happy to help if you would only be more civil.”

Matteus rolled his eyes. “I don’t need to be civil,” he pronounced the word with audible disdain, “because I fucking outrank your ass. Now fix this fucking spreadsheet!”

Vijay clenched and unclenched his hands, counting to ten and taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t see any problems. It’s just a standard trial balance.”

“Like duh,” Matteus said, rolling his eyes. “But why are these numbers negative? It’s all fucked up.”

Brow furrowed, Vijay paused trying his best to answer delicately. “Um, it’s normal for the revenue accounts to be expressed in negative numbers on a trial balance. They’re credits, right?”

There was a long, ominous silence during which Vijay noticed that the tips of Matteus’ ears grew red. Finally, he slammed down the lid of the laptop and stormed out of the room leaving Vijay shaking his head and wondering what the fuck was going on.

***

On Wednesday, Matteus showed up late, clothed in a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. He shuffled in, looking disgruntled. Vijay raised an eyebrow but didn’t dare say anything lest he trigger another one of his coworker’s attacks. Even wearing baggy clothes, though, Vijay could see that Matteus had gained more weight. His belly was moving into serious bloat territory, something that caused Vijay constant distraction. His erection was chafing against his leg all day as he chewed the back of his knuckles, trying to focus on the task at hand. When Matteus grew too warm and lifted the hoodie over his head, exposing his gorgeous belly, Vijay had to visit the bathroom to jack off.

He was walking back down the hallway when he heard a woman’s startled cry and saw Victoria standing at the door to their office. Her hands were on her hips as she demanded, “I’m sorry, sir. You’ll have to leave. This room is reserved for the auditors.”

Shit, Vijay thought, she doesn’t recognize Matteus! He quickly inserted himself between Victoria and his coworker, exclaiming, “Oh, Victoria! It’s ‘Casual Wednesday’ at our firm! Didn’t I tell you? We always dress like this on ‘hump day’! You’re probably just not used to seeing Matteus without a suit.”

Victoria turned, her expression perplexed. He could tell she wanted to protest but thought better of it and, shaking her head, said, “Ok, sure, um, I guess I didn’t know that. Sorry, M-Matteus!” She was leaving when she stopped and fixed Vijay with a questioning look. “Why are you so dressed up if it’s ‘Casual Wednesday’?”

Vijay waved his hand dismissively. “You know me, Victoria! I can’t even remember what day of the week it is half the time!” He gave her a broad smile as he closed the door behind him.

Matteus’ face was a mask when he turned around. “I don’t need you to lie for me,” he said stonily. “I know it fucking amuses you that I’m turning into a fat slob.”

Vijay shook his head. “You really don’t know anything about me, do you?”

“Enough to know you’re an asshole. What else is there?”

“Matteus,” Vijay said calmly, refusing to be ruffled. “I don’t think you’re a fat slob. If anything, I think you’re hotter now than you were before.”

His coworker stared at him, eyes growing wider for a moment before narrowing. When he spoke, his voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Great! Not only is my coworker a big faggot but he’s also a chubby chaser.” He shivered with disgust as he turned back to his computer.

Vijay’s mouth opened and closed. Finally, he spun on his heels and walked out of the room. He swore under his breath that Matteus was not going to get the antidote potion that day, either.

***

On Thursday, Matteus wasn’t at the factory when Vijay arrived. By eleven o’clock, he grew concerned and sent him an email. Two hours later, a message appeared in his inbox, reading simply, ‘Piss off.’ Matteus didn’t show up for the rest of the day.

The following day, Matteus was back at work but didn’t acknowledge Vijay when he walked into the office. He was leaning over his computer, face red, wearing the same hoodie and stained pair of sweatpants. Mountain Dew bottles and potato chip bags were strewn across the desk. Vijay was startled how much the big man had changed just since Wednesday. He barely recognized him anymore! His hair was both more scraggly and thinner on top. At the same time, his beard had grown long and full, hanging down nearly to his chest. Finally, his belly had swollen to the point that even the baggy hoodie couldn’t conceal it.

Vijay was setting up his laptop and opening his briefcase when Matteus burst out, “I can’t fucking understand this bullshit!” He pounded his fist on the table and buried his face in his hands.

“Matteus,” he began tentatively. “What’s wrong?”

Surprisingly, Matteus dropped his usual caustic tone when he replied, “I…I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore!”

Vijay pulled a chair over to sit next to him. “What? What can’t you do?”

Matteus lifted his shaggy head and fixed him with a baleful stare. “It doesn’t make sense. I don’t know what these numbers mean.”

He pointed to the spreadsheet open on his computer screen and Vijay saw that it was the company’s annual income statement. He was about to make a joke when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

And he got it.

Shit, he finally got it!

Massaging his nose, it dawned on him that the curse wasn’t just about Matteus gaining weight, balding, and growing prolific body hair: He was also forgetting how to do his job. If left unchecked, Matteus would forget everything he’d learned in college and would no longer be able to hold down a job as an accountant. Vijay shook his head. Oh, what the fuck had they done to him? Without thinking, his hand clenched around Bilal’s vial in his pocket and he knew what to do. He had to give Matteus the potion to halt the progress of the curse before it was too late!

He smiled encouragingly at Matteus, saying, “Hey, how about if you take a little break? What time did you get here anyway?”

“Uh, like six o’clock.”

“Wow! You were here early!” he said brightly, hoping that Matteus didn’t bridle. “No wonder you’re having trouble concentrating.” He gave him a playful slap on the arm, urging, “Go on! Just take a walk around the building and stretch your legs. We’ll tackle this together when you get back.”

Matteus opened his mouth to say something but then shook his head and stood up, stretching (and giving Vijay a stunning view of his magnificent belly.) He shuffled out of the room while Vijay uncorked the stopper on the little vial and poured the contents into Matteus’ open bottle of Mountain Dew.

***

The door to Matteus’ apartment was ajar on Saturday morning when Vijay arrived to check up on him. It had been hard to leave Red behind, especially after they’d fucked like puppies into the wee hours. Red couldn’t get enough of Vijay’s thick coat of body hair, telling him over and over that it was worth losing his big dick. Vijay’s own happiness, however, was dampened by his remorse over Matteus’ curse. He knew it wasn’t his fault but he still felt somehow responsible for his coworker’s sudden and significant transformation. It was this regret that got him out of bed (and out of Red’s strong, warm arms) to head back to the city after only a few hours of sleep. He’d kissed his lover goodbye, promising him he’d be back that evening.

“I’ll hold to that, Jay,” Red had murmured, smiling up at him in the dim morning light. “Alena and Sam are dying to see you again! I told them you’d be here when they get back from their mom’s.”

Vijay sighed at the memory, wishing he could forget about Matteus as he idly scratched his shoulder blade. He had to give himself a pep talk before he was able to muster up the will to knock on the half-open door, calling out, “Hey, Matteus, you there?”

In the distance, he heard the sound of a television. The volume was turned up pretty loud so he knocked louder. Still no answer.

Well, the door is open, he reasoned, stepping inside and walking up the short flight of stairs.

He found Matteus asleep on the couch, surrounded by a slew of empty pork rind bags and Budweiser cans. A football game was blaring on the wide-screen television across the room. He stared down at his coworker, trying to recognize him in the man sprawled out before him. Matteus was wearing only a small pair of boxers and his body was covered in a dense thicket of hair. Vijay’s body was pretty forested now that he’d taken Bilal’s potion but he had nothing on Matteus. The guy was a hairy brute! And then there was the basketball-sized belly he was sporting. It flopped down on the cushions, perfectly round and straining against his hairy, stretched-out flesh. Vijay was mesmerized by Matteus’ transformation and inadvertently felt his cock harden in his jeans. Shit, if only Red had a belly like that… He straightened and admonished himself. There would be plenty of time later to encourage Red’s belly growth. Right now, he had to focus!

Shaking his head, he realized that if he hadn’t just seen Matteus the day before, he would have thought he was in the wrong apartment. He shivered, feeling his remorse grow. While it was true that he preferred Matteus’ new chubby form over his previous godlike perfection, he knew that his coworker didn’t see it that way. He had to help Matteus somehow!

He cleared his throat and sat tentatively on the edge of the sofa, reaching out to shake Matteus by the shoulder. There was a low groan followed by a belch as he stirred. Vijay braced himself for the onslaught of Matteus’ abuse.

Instead of scowling at him, though, his coworker cracked an eye and smiled in the most disarming way. He held his breath as Matteus asked, “Vijay? What’re you doin’ here?”

“Matteus,” he began delicately. “I came to say I’m sorry and to see if I can help you.”

His coworker’s brow furrowed. “Huh?”

Vijay smiled thinly. “I’m sorry for your weight gain. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Matteus propped himself with difficulty up on his elbows and Vijay’s gaze flicked briefly to his beautiful belly before he forced himself to make eye contact. He immediately wished he hadn’t because he was entranced. God, Matteus was so gorgeous now! His round, bearded face was so open, so innocent. Even with a receding hairline, he looked younger than the arrogant jock he remembered. Hot cub alert! A voice blared in his mind and he scowled at himself for being so distractible.

Matteus blinked at him sleepily before reaching down to scratch his balls. “What’re you talkin’ about? Weight gain?” He gazed down at himself and patted his belly fondly. “This is the way I’ve always been.”

It was Vijay’s turn to be confused. He sat up straighter and tried to wrap his brain around this new information. Was this part of the magic? Had Matteus forgotten how he used to look? He rubbed his temples, feeling his head begin to ache. This magic was really fucking with him!

“Matteus—,“ he began but his coworker held up his hand, correcting him.

“Matt. My name is Matt.”

Vijay looked at him blankly for a moment. The old Matteus would have bristled if anyone dared shorten his name. He nodded, mentally making note of this change. “Ok, sorry, Matt—“

“S’Ok.”

God, how could this be Matteus? He was so adorable! Why couldn’t he be this nice all the time? He would be so much more fun! 

He caught himself then, feeling guilty. Shouldn’t he be doing everything he could to bring the old Matteus back? He shuddered at the thought. The old Matteus had been a complete asshole. Maybe the magic had done him a favor?

Matt was sitting up, positioning his beautiful belly between his legs. When Vijay saw that it hung down, obscuring his crotch, he had to adjust his cock in his pants again. Was Matt tormenting him on purpose? Patting his hand on the cushion, Matt indicated that he wanted Vijay to sit next to him. Vijay needed no encouragement and they sat there as Matt stared at the game and picked up a beer can, sloshing it around to see if it was empty. Vijay noticed the game was the Chicago Bears playing against the Detroit Lions and became briefly interested.

“I’m hungry,” Matt announced after he’d slurped some leftover beer and emptied the crumbs out of the bags of pork rinds. “Wanna get breakfast with me?”

Vijay realized that he was feeling peckish as well and agreed. Matt gave him a goofy grin before pushing off the couch and waddling off to his bedroom.

“Just gimme a sec to get dressed, Ok?” he called out behind him as Vijay’s cock pulsed at the nice view of his round, heavy ass.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Vijay thought. This guy is going to be the end of me! He didn’t know if he could take much more of this. Between Red and Matt (and, shit, the sultry Bilal!), he was constantly horned up.

He sat there, trying to make sense of what was going on. It was disorienting. Almost like reality was rewriting itself before his eyes. He rubbed his temples. How was it possible for Matteus to take on a whole new life? He took a deep breath and forced himself to set these thoughts aside. Instead, he distracted his feverish mind by examining the furnishings of Matt’s apartment.

Nascar and football were prevalent themes and the place looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed in a month. Still, it had a certain man-cave coziness that Vijay liked. He got up, wandered over to fireplace, and picked up a picture on the mantle. It was a photo of a scantily clad Matt on stage at the “Mr. Bear Cub USA Competition.” He was wearing a torn flannel shirt and a camouflage jockstrap. Vijay gasped in surprise and delight. (What? The new Matt was gay, too? Shit, what the fuck? Was there no end to the ways he was changing?) Smirking, he pulled out his phone and snapped a hasty pic. Red wasn’t going to believe this…

Matt reentered the room then and Vijay jammed his phone back in his pocket.

“You ready?” he asked, trying to sound casual while noticing Matt’s attire with approval. The dude really knew how to inhabit his new cub persona! He was decked out in a tight pair of Carhartt’s and a camo muscle shirt that set off his meaty pecs and protruding belly. His pert nipples pushed out of the fabric alluringly as he stuck his arm through a hooded jacket.

“Fuck, yeah!” Matt answered, rubbing his belly. “I’m fucking starvin’!”

Vijay smiled. Yeah, he liked this guy more and more.

***

Matt insisted on driving and led Vijay across the parking lot to a huge, black monster truck with knobby tires and a Trump bumper sticker on the back. Vijay stared at the truck, incredulous. The ‘old’ Matteus drove a beige Ford Focus because he was a cheapskate; he’d skimped on everything except beauty products and designer clothes.

Rubbing his chin in amazement, he commented, “Wow! How many miles a gallon does that thing get?”

“Oh, like six or seven.” Matt ran his hand affectionately across a shiny mudguard before continuing. “Thank god gas is cheap right now! Otherwise it would cost a fortune drivin’ to the factory every day.”

“No kidding.”

“But I’m moving to the country as soon as my lease is up,” Matt continued. “There ain’t nowhere to shoot around here and I wanna be closer to work.”

Vijay smiled wryly. He guessed Matt wasn’t talking about masturbation when he referred to ‘shooting,’ because, hey, a guy could do that pretty much anywhere these days! Matt clicked the remote control, unlocking the doors, and Vijay hauled himself up the four or so feet to the door and climbed inside. The interior was immaculate with black leather seats and a gleaming black dashboard. Matt settled himself in the driver’s seat, his impressive belly hugging the steering wheel.

The truck apparently lacked a muffler and Vijay jumped when it fired up. He looked out the rearview window to see a big plume of smoke drift behind them as Matt roared off. The dude must be popular with his neighbors, he thought briefly before he got lost in the thrill of the ride. It was fucking amazing! He’d never been in a monster truck before and quickly came to appreciate the attraction. He wondered aloud what it would be like to go off-roading and Matt turned to grin wolfishly at him.

“I’ll take ya next weekend, buddy! It’s a fuckin’ blast!”

The diner was only a few blocks away but they had to circle the block several times before they found a parking space. By the time Matt located one, they ended up walking about the same distance as if they had left the truck behind at the apartment. Vijay was glad of the fresh air but Matt was wheezing after a couple of blocks, puffing on a cigarette as Vijay attempted to avoid inhaling the noxious smoke.

“I can’t fuckin’ smoke in my apartment,” Matt complained as he tapped out the cigarette on a lamppost. “My new place is gonna allow smokin’ inside or I’m not signin’ the lease!”

Vijay nodded sympathetically. Maybe one way he could help Matt would be to encourage him to stop smoking. He tried to imagine the old Matteus smoking and laughed to himself. Things had really changed!

The diner was a raucous place that smelled strongly of bacon grease but it offered an array of impressive dishes. Vijay was a fan of American breakfasts; he loved pancakes and waffles, sausage and bacon. As did Matt, the big guy ate three plates! They talked about hunting, fishing, and trucks as Vijay attempted to not make a fool out of himself. (He knew nothing about such activities but found them fascinating nonetheless.) Eventually, Vijay couldn’t resist querying Matt about the Mr. Bear Cub competition photo. The guy flushed the most adorable shade of pink, saying only that his ex-boyfriend (?!) had talked him into joining the competition. The question must have reminded him that Vijay was gay, though, because he caught him eying him speculatively a few times when he thought Vijay wasn’t looking. Vijay felt his cock twitch as the conversation took on a decidedly flirtatious tone.

“So, are you a top or bottom?”

Vijay dropped his fork and Matt blushed, clearly surprised by his directness.

“Sorry, dude,” he apologized, looking awkwardly off to the side.

“No worries, man,” Vijay said, feeling his ears grow hot. “I’m, er, a top.”

A smile crept across Matt’s face. “You seeing anyone?”

“Sort of,” Vijay said slowly. “But it’s brand new. We just…um, well, you know, recently.”

If Matt was disappointed, he didn’t show it. Leaning back in the booth, he lifted the hem of his shirt, exposing his magnificent belly and moaning contentedly. “That was one fuckin’ delicious breakfast, man!”

Vijay nodded in agreement, his cock swelling insistently in his pants.

“Wanna go with to Cabela’s, dude? I gotta get some new clothes and they’re having their winter sale right now.”

Cabela’s? Vijay had never been to one of the huge sporting goods stores but had always wanted to. He didn’t need to be asked twice! The prospect of spending more time with the hunky Matt was an added incentive. He followed him out of the diner, admiring the way the Carhartt’s hugged his prominent ass.

Matt lit up a cigarette on the way back to the truck, inhaling deeply before turning politely to the side to exhale. He reached up, ran a hand through the scraggly mane on his head, and rubbed his bald spot before exclaiming, “Shit, I need a haircut. Mind if we swing by the barber on the way?”

Vijay didn’t mind in the least. No, not in the least!

The place turned out to be a real barber shop, complete with a gun showcase and a dog sleeping next to a woodstove. He shook his head in wonder as they entered, feeling at once out of place and enraptured. The men sitting around the waiting area were all white guys and he tensed, expecting at least one or two of them to sneer at him. (For some reason, white people in the US frequently assumed he was Mexican whereas in Europe they assumed he was an Arab.) No one appeared to pay attention to him, though, and he settled down in a cushy chair next to Matt. He was profoundly conscious of the way that Matt rested his thigh against his and had to keep rearranging the ‘furniture’ inside his pants to keep his erection hidden.

He zoned out watching the football game (the Bears were ahead of the Lions at the end of the fourth quarter) and was startled when he looked up to see a stunningly handsome man standing in front of him. It took him a moment to realize it was Matt. He stared as his mouth fell open and Matt laughed.

“I looked that bad, huh?”

Vijay’s neck was hot. Fuck, Matt looked delectable with close-cropped hair and a trimmed (though still somewhat bushy) beard! He hadn’t minded the long dude’s long hair but, now that it was shorter, he realized he preferred Matt this way.

“No, uh,” he stammered, uncertain what to say. Finally, he gushed, “Matt, you’re gorgeous!”

It was Matt’s turn to color and Vijay realized with a start that there was a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his friend’s pants. They both made a quick getaway before they caused a scandal among the waiting patrons. Vijay cast admiring glances at Matt the whole way to Cabela’s.

The big box store was crowded with people when they arrived and Matt had to circle the enormous parking lot several times before he located a spot that would fit his truck. He slung his arm over the seat and worked the steering wheel one-handed while occasionally letting the other hand slip onto Vijay’s shoulder. Once he even squeezed his delt and Vijay shivered. Would it make him a slut if he fucked Matt? What would Red say? And did Red even need to find out? He reached down and repositioned his erection; it was pinched in the crotch of his jeans.

Matt got out of the truck and insisted on holding the door open for Vijay so he could climb down. As they walked into the store, Matt put his arm around him and patted him on the chest.

“I want you to try on some stuff while we’re here, dude,” he said, winking. “You need to dress like a man.”

***

They emerged two hours later decked out in hunting gear and carrying a new .22 rifle. Vijay had let Matt talk him into buying it even though he detested guns. The constant onslaught of the cub’s puppy dog eyes had finally worn down his resolve and he’d been shocked to find out how quick and easy it was to complete the purchase. He just needed five minutes to fill out a short form and the salesperson handed him the gun. (Could he have even purchased a gun in India? The gun culture of the United States was breathtaking.) He received the box with trepidation but Matt was delighted.

“Next weekend, we’re going to a gun safety class on the shooting range, dude! It’ll be a blast!”

Vijay smiled at his unwitting pun. Yeah, well, if it meant spending more time with Matt, maybe it was worth it?

They pulled up at Matt’s apartment and parked the truck with difficulty. Vijay sat there after Matt turned off the ignition, feeling conflicted. Red had texted him while they were at Cabela’s, wondering if he would be able to make it for dinner. Shit! Decisions, decisions. He should be a good boy and leave. On the other hand, Vijay thought, Matt was sitting next to him, devouring him with his hungry gaze. He knew what would happen if he went back into his friend’s apartment. And he wanted that. He really fucking wanted that!

But, he wanted to Red, too. And the last thing he wanted was to hurt the big man.

Oh, fuck! He hated decisions like this!

Finally, he made up his mind and turned to Matt.

“Wanna go inside and show me how you look in that camo jockstrap, dude?”

The smile on Matt’s face couldn’t have been broader and he practically leaped out of the truck. His hand was sweaty when he held it out as Vijay stepped down from the cab.

Fuck it, Vijay thought, I have time to fuck Matt and make it to Red’s before dinner. Now, where did I leave those condoms?

***

“Matt, I have to be honest with you,” Vijay said as the hunky cub carried him like a new bride across the threshold of his apartment. “I’m seeing Red Mallone and I think it’s serious.”

Matt gently set him down on the stairs and then stood up on his tiptoes to kiss him. His lips were soft, tempting. Pulling back, he said simply, “I’m Ok with that.”

Vijay smiled. “Well, he might not be. I’m sort of taking advantage of the ‘gay grace period’ here. You know, that stretch of time when you’re just starting to see someone but haven’t formally committed yet?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, I get it. I still want you to fuck me.”

“Even if it’s only this one time?”

“Dude, once you’ve had my ass, you’ll keep coming back!”

Vijay laughed. “You’re probably right. I like big butts and I cannot lie…”

***

It turned out to be remarkably easy to get Matt to model his jockstrap because the dude was already wearing it under his skin-tight pants. He led Vijay through his apartment to his bedroom and stood there in the middle of the room, raising his arms behind his head and smirking.

“Have at me, bro.”

Vijay swallowed, taking in the luscious sight of him and the surprisingly immaculate bedroom. (The big guy had even made the bed!) His mind was trying to square the old Matteus with the husky Matt standing before him and he couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. Was it bad that he didn’t miss the old Matteus? Bilal’s magic potion had done everyone a favor, he realized with a start. Reality had reformed around them in a more pleasing way. He reached up and rubbed his bearded chin, savoring the stud in front of him.

He paced over to Matt and nibbled his ear as he lifted the compression shirt up to his chest, pausing to lean down and kiss his lovely tummy. At a nod from Matt, he stood behind him and cupped his delectable belly in his hands, squeezing it tenderly. Matt shivered.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Matt!’

Matt smiled. “Thanks, dude. Thanks. You know, sometimes I think I’m too fat.”

Touched by this admission, Vijay realized that he judged himself harshly for the roll of flab around his middle that he just could never seem to work off. He had no idea what it would be like to have a belly the size of Matt’s but he was smart enough to know that it would be challenging. People judged you based on your appearance all the time. He knew that because of his skin color. Even other Indians looked down on him for being so dark. Of course, some people would reject Matt as a fat redneck while others would be turned on by him, fetishizing him. He stopped caressing the big man’s belly at this thought. Was he fetishizing Matt? God, he hoped not!

“Hey, don’t stop!” Matt protested. “My belly needs your lovin’!”

Vijay pressed his erection into the small of Matt’s back and hugged his belly. The big man moaned happily and Vijay loosened his belt, tugging his pants down to expose his voluptuous butt. His sharp intake of breath made Matt giggle.

“You like?”

“Fuck, man!” Vijay blurted out. “It’s fucking delicious!”

It was true. Matt possessed one of those rare asses that was big and plump while still being manly and square. He cupped it in his hands, loving the way it spilled out of his grasp while maintaining a certain muscular blockiness underneath the cushion. He unfastened his jeans and liberated his cock from his underwear, squatting down to wedge it between Matt’s sweaty legs, thrusting it all the way into the pouch of his jock and tickling his balls.

“Shit, dude! That’s one fat cock you got there!”

Vijay smiled, unable to stop himself from bragging, “Yeah, it’s pretty damned thick. I’ve never fucked a hole that wasn’t stretched out by the time I was done with it.”

Matt shivered in anticipation and Vijay took the opportunity to peel the sexy man’s pants down to his ankles. He stepped back to admire the view, breathing hard and cock pointing up at the ceiling. He’d never seen an ass that perfect before and couldn’t resist kneeling down and burying his face in it, tongue straining to reach Matt’s buried hole.

His ass was really hairy and musky and moist, all things that heightened Vijay’s excitement. He pushed Matt onto the bed and he landed ass up, back arched and straining. The thick straps of his jock framed his massive ass cheeks perfectly. Vijay growled, a deep guttural sound of pure desire, and leaped on top of him, dry humping him a few times before Matt complained.

“Easy, dude! You gotta lube me up first!”

Vijay froze, chagrined. His long foreskin protected him from chafing but he realized that Matt had such a hairy cleft that his cock was probably pulling out the hair by the roots. He sat back on his haunches while Matt dug around in the drawer of his nightstand, eventually tossing him a bottle of lube and settling back on his hands and knees. He looked over his shoulder and grinned.

Vijay needed no further encouragement. He had slathered his tool with lube in a second and reached out to probe Matt’s hole with his slick fingers. The dude had a really loose hole, something that turned Vijay on even more. Until he’d met Red, he’d been used to coaxing his fat cock inside a guy but, in the space of a week, he’d fallen out of the habit due to Red’s freakish ability to accommodate him. He couldn’t believe his good fortune at finding two perfect bottoms back to back!

Grabbing the straps of Matt’s jock in both hands, he rammed his hole hard, crying out in ecstasy as the dude’s hot tunnel enveloped him. Soon they were both grunting, groaning, and moaning like horny animals rutting in a barn. Near the end, Vijay thrust deeply inside Matt as he pulled him up onto his knees and held him tenderly around the belly. He laid his head against Matt’s warm shoulder and teased him with little pelvic pulses before reaching down to liberate the cub’s cock from the pouch of his jock. Matt had a really fat, short cock that fit perfectly in his hand and Vijay jacked him slowly, maddeningly toward orgasm until Matt was pleading for release. With one quick upward thrust of his hips, he pumped his load inside him while Matt shot a stream of cum across the bedspread. Savoring the end of their coming together, Vijay fell backward and pulled the hot cub’s satisfying bulk on top of him. They sat like that for a long time, sweat dripping off their hairy bodies, locked in a carnal embrace.

Vijay could only marvel at how Bilal’s weird magic and Red’s little deceit had conspired to bring him into the arms of a man he had hated with a passion. He shook his head and leaned up to kiss Matt’s ear, saying, “Hey, wanna join me for dinner at Red’s?”

Epilogue

“You’re shitting me!”

Vijay paused as he unbuttoned Bilal’s crisp shirt. It was the middle of the day and they were meeting clandestinely at Bilal’s apartment while Tariq, Bilal’s husband, was at work. 

“Would I lie to you, big guy?”

Bilal grimaced. “I don’t know. Would you?”

“I might,” Vijay conceded. “But I’m not right now. Matt’s moving in with Red at the end of this month. Red even got him a job working on the floor at the factory. I tease them that this was my plan all along: To set up my own private harem in rural Illinois.”

Bilal shook his head. “Man, even though it’s my business to conjure, I’m still surprised at the way the magic works when it goes rogue. You guys are lucky, usually the results aren’t so happy.”

Vijay finished unbuttoning the shirt and gently peeled it off of Bilal’s shoulders. The big man’s arms and torso were bulging with muscles and he was momentarily distracted.

“Like what you see?” Bilal teased.

Vijay fixed his gaze critically on Bilal’s flat stomach and rippling abs. “I’d like it more if you had a big belly and didn’t trim your body hair.”

This caused Bilal to blink. “Huh? You gotta be the first guy I’ve fuck–”

Vijay held up his hand, stopping him. “I’m doing the fucking, remember? That’s the deal.”

Bilal looked sheepish and lowered his eyes. “I, uh, was hoping that maybe we could renegotiate that. You see, I’m a lousy bottom…”

“Do you want me to leave right now?” Vijay demanded. “I thought I was a clear: I do not bottom. Period.”

“Shit,” Bilal murmured, hands falling down to his lap to unfasten his belt. “You’re lucky that you’re so fucking hot. I don’t offer up my asshole to just anyone. I think Tariq has only seen it a couple of times…”

“And there you go bringing up your husband,” Vijay complained. “You really know how to kill the mood, you know?”

Bilal gave him a cheesy grin before turning and taking him in his arms. “Shhhh. Let’s hit the reset button, Ok?” He ran his hands up Vijay’s shirt and tweaked his nipples. “My body is yours to do with as you please, stud.”

Vijay shivered and kissed the big man, savoring the metallic flavor of his mouth. As they made out, he unzipped Bilal’s pants and tugged them down, jerking involuntarily when he felt the man’s enormous erection.

“What the fuck is that?” he demanded, pulling back.

“My cock,” Bilal explained unnecessarily. “I’m super hung. That’s why I’m a top–except for you, of course!”

Vijay reached down and squeezed the hose tenting out Bilal’s underwear. “No shit! Fuck, I guess I’m just used to guys with little dicks.”

Bilal shimmied out of his underwear, releasing his circumcised behemoth. Vijay stared. His own cock was pretty big but Bilal’s… Shit! It was almost beyond belief. And then his gaze landed on the pair of nuts dangling from the stretched out sac between his thighs. They were as hefty as ripe avocados! He was stunned. Their immense size was one thing but there was something else as well.

“What’s that thing around your balls?” he asked, reaching out to touch the jeweled band encircling the big man’s balls. Bilal stayed his hand before he touched it, though.

“Touch that, Sweetcheeks,” he warned, “And you’ll have Tariq breathing down our necks in about five minutes.”

Vijay’s brow furrowed and Bilal laughed. “It’s more magic. Trust me, you don’t want to know the details. Let’s just say I’m a collared man.”

“I’m sure it’s there for a reason,” Vijay muttered.

Bilal frowned. “Now that was uncalled for! You’re cheating on Red and Matt, too. Or did you just forget that?”

“I don’t know why,” Vijay said, rubbing his forehead. “I’ve got two of the hottest guys in the world that I can fuck anytime I like.”

Bilal laid a heavy arm over his shoulders, cajoling, “It’s in our nature, stud. We’re men. We roam, we hunt, we fuck.”

Somehow, this didn’t reassure Vijay much and he said so. He suddenly didn’t feel like going through with this illicit daytime tryst and stood up, pulling up his pants and grabbing his shirt. Bilal stopped him, though, putting a warm hand on his arm.

“Hey, Sweetcheeks, let me show you something before you go.”

While Vijay hesitated, Bilal reached down and caressed the jeweled band around his balls. The next moment, Vijay cried out as thick, black hair began to sprout all over Bilal’s broad chest, crotch, and thighs. In seconds, he was covered with it. Incredulous, Vijay felt his cock harden in his pants.

It got better.

Even as his brain struggled to come to terms with new coat of hair covering Bilal’s body, the big man’s impeccably toned abs were disappearing as his belly expanded, blowing up in size and mass to sag heavily down over his crotch. Soon, Bilal possessed a truly impressive bear belly! Vijay’s eyes rolled back in his head and he had to chew on his tongue to keep from coming.

And there was more.

He gaped as Bilal’s gigantic, leaking erection contracted in on itself, rapidly shrinking down to a meager three inches. It stuck out like a little boy’s dick, all but lost in the forest of his pubes.

“What? How?” he sputtered as Bilal put his meaty hands on his wide hips, beaming with pride.

“It’s my little secret,” the newly-minted bear growled. “But I will say that somewhere not too far away is a very skinny, hairless orc with an oversized cock.”