Noah stood in the doorway, looking into the bar.  His heart was beating hard and he couldn’t catch his breath.  He had no idea why he was there, much less how he got there.  Bewildered, he stared inside.  It was dark and smoky and full of people.  Full of men, he realized after a moment.  Very large men.  What kind of a place is this? he thought to himself.  It wasn’t like anywhere he’d been before.

“Are you coming in or not?” A voice demanded in the darkness.

He looked up to see the glowing end of a cigarette.  He thought about turning and running away, but was jostled from behind, pushed inside the doorway. 

“Come on, kid.  Make up your mind.  There are people behind you who want to get in.”

Noah swallowed and made up his mind.  “Yeah, I’m in.”

“Then I need to see some ID and some leather.  You can’t get in unless you’re wearing leather.”

Noah looked down at himself then and realized that he was wearing a tight pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers.  He didn’t have any leather on him at all.  Not even a belt.

“Uh, I don’t have any leather,” he said, his small voice nearly lost in the cacophony of noise pouring out toward the door.

“Then I guess you don’t get in, bud.”  The door tender looked past him and Noah felt someone nudge him.  He turned and a young guy behind him gave him a wink, saying, “Aw, come on.  Let him in.  He can get in if he takes off his shirt.”

“Then take off your shirt,” the tender said disgustedly.  “Just hurry it up.  I don’t have all night.”

My shirt? Noah thought.  Why my shirt?  Then he noticed the sign by the door, saying, “Bar rules:  Must be wearing leather or bare chest or both.”

He looked back at the guy who’d spoken up for him.  The guy smiled and nodded encouragingly.  Heart thudding and head spinning, Noah pulled off his shirt and pulled out his ID.  He handed both to the bouncer who grunted at them and then handed him back his ID, saying, “I’ll keep this” indicating Noah’s shirt “until you leave.”

Noah was shoved forward then, and didn’t have a chance to respond.  He was standing in front of a long bar with a dozen or so old guys in their thirties sitting at the stools.  Country music blared out of a juke box in the corner.  As his eyes adjusted to the dim, he saw more men playing pool, sitting at tables, and watching TV.  All were wearing black leather jackets, pants, vests, or boots.  All seemed muscular and stocky like ex-jock football players gone a bit soft and almost all sported beards and hairy chests.  He looked down at his toned, smooth physique and swallowed.  He was just a bit out of place.

No one paid any attention to him.  He stood there for a long time, holding his arms across his bare chest, not knowing what to do, until he heard someone beside him say, “I know this is cliché, but can I buy you a beer?”

Noah looked over and saw it was the guy who had helped get him into the bar.  He froze, uncertain how to respond.  (I don’t want him to think I’m gay or anything, he thought fiercely to himself.)  After a long pause in which Noah failed to respond, the guy continued, “Your first time here, isn’t it?”

Noah must have looked chagrined because the guy smiled again and lightly placed his arm over Noah’s shoulders.  “Come on, let me buy you a beer.  What kind do you drink?”  He steered Noah toward the bar and Noah was surprised to find himself following. 

Swallowing awkwardly, he realized the guy was still waiting for an answer, so he sputtered, “Uh, whatever is on tap is fine with me.”

His new friend smiled at him and smoothly let his hand travel down Noah’s back to rest on his butt for a moment before pushing him forward.  Noah fell onto a stool and the guy swung his leg up and over the stool next to his.  Noah couldn’t help but admire his build:  lean, muscular, and dark; he looked like he was from the Mediterranean.  His shiny black hair hung down around a chiseled face framed with a closely-cropped goatee.  He was wearing a pair of black chaps and black leather vest.  Catching Noah checking him out, he gave him coy smile and leaned forward against the bar, and Noah colored when he noticed the guy’s bare ass was peeking out from the back of his chaps.  Noah looked away, hurriedly but not before he noticed how muscular and smooth the guy’s ass was.  Just like the rest of his body.  His crotch began to tingle and his mouth went dry.  He needed a beer.

Pushing his hair back behind his ears, the guy motioned to the bar tender.  “My friend and I here will have whatever is on tap.”

A moment later, two tall pints of beer slid down in front of them.  Noah reached out to take a slurp of his right away.  He need something to steady his nerves.  He’d never been picked up by a guy before.  He’d never been even remotely interested in other guys before.  Hands shaking slightly, he took another draw off his beer and had swallowed before he realized how delicious it tasted.  Rich and complex and heavy, it slid soothingly down his throat.  It made him feel tingly all over, particularly in his crotch.  He felt his dick begin to stiffen and nervously let out a belch.

Laughing, the guy next to him said, “Whoa, slow down there, dude.  You’ve got all night there.  No need to get drunk right away.”

Noah smirked at him and took another long pull on his beer.  He didn’t care what the guy said, he needed to be drunk for where this was going.

The guy watched him quietly with a look of indisputable desire.  His beautiful brown eyes slid almost caressingly down Noah’s torso, seemingly relishing every tight line.  Noah felt himself redden further.  After a long, thrilling but uncomfortable silence, the guy said, “So my name’s Alex.  What’s yours?”

Noah didn’t know why he looked down at his chair.  He felt really shy around this guy.  “Uh, my name’s Noah.”

Another laugh.  “Good, I’m glad that you do know how to talk after all.  Well, it’s nice to meet you, Noah.”  Alex gave him a knowing look that made Noah feel weak.  He took another gulp from his beer and noticed it was almost empty.  He looked at it morosely until the bar tender pushed another one his way.

Alex was watching him quietly, an amused smile on his face.  After another long silence, Noah realized he should say something, but couldn’t think of what to say.  He took sip of beer and said lamely, “So, do you come here a lot?”

“Here?  No, this is my first time.  But I like leather bars.  They’re always full of hot guys.”

Noah looked around, not able to keep the skepticism off his face.  “I guess so.  I mean, I don’t really notice that kind of thing, but they all look old and fat to me.”

Alex laughed again.  Noah noticed that he laughed a lot, but it was a nice sound.  It made him feel at ease.  “Dude, you’ll be old and fat someday, so you’d better start seeing the beauty in it.  I think they’re stunning.”

“Not as stunning as you are.”

He had blurted it out before he could stop himself. Panicked, Noah nearly clapped his hands over his mouth.  Where the fuck had that come from? He felt his heart begin to pound in his chest.  He almost heard a door slam shut on a huge part of his life.  There was no going back now that he’d said it.  He was a fag.

Alex seemed almost as stunned by Noah’s admission and there was a long moment before he laughed again (God, what an amazing laugh Alex had!) and laid a warm and inviting hand on his leg.  His touch felt like fire.  It burned its way through the fabric of Noah’s jeans and singed the skin beneath.  Noah saw super novas explode before his eyes.  It was all he could do to sit still. 

When Alex saw he didn’t resist, he began to move his hand up the length of Noah’s thigh until it rested on the unmistakable bulge of his erection.  Alex’s hand jumped a little and Noah turned away, embarrassed.  He wanted to get up and run away, but instead he took another sip of beer.  He heard Alex sigh through his nose and then his arm was hanging over Noah’s shoulder again.  This time it felt deliciously heavy and warm.  Noah felt himself fold into it a little, despite himself.  He felt like he was basking in Alex’s warm glow.

Just when Noah was beginning to feel brave again, Alex took away his arm and stood up.  Noah’s face must have been stricken as he looked up because Alex laughed, saying, “Hey, buddy, don’t worry.  I’m just going to put a song on the juke box.”  He strode away and Noah blushed when he realized the bar tender was watching him check out Alex’s perfect ass as he sauntered over to the machine.  He was wearing a black thong that rode invitingly between the cleft in his cheeks.  Noah felt his mouth water and he quickly took another sip of beer.  The beer was beginning to effect him; he felt giddy and light-headed, but a warmth was slowly pulsing through his belly down to this groin.  It felt heavenly.

A fast-paced, yet liltingly seductive song started up on the juke box as Alex sat down again next to Noah.  He stared at Noah again for a long moment before asking, “Do you want to dance with me?  I’ll teach you how to two-step.”

Noah swallowed the rest of his beer, thinking ‘why not?’  Before he knew it, Alex was leading him up to the dance floor.

Noah had never listened to country music before, much less danced to it and he felt awkward and clumsy.  Alex was a patient instructor, though, and took every opportunity to put his hands all over Noah’s body to illustrate the moves.  Noah had had enough beer by that point to not feel too inhibited and after a while he just let himself go, not caring if he got the steps right or not.  Alex’s body gleamed hard and tight and sweaty in front of him and, with his arm wrapped securely around his narrow waist, so there wasn’t too much to complain about.  They both were laughing and joking and breathing heavy after a few songs.

Taking a break to drink a couple more beers, Noah found himself standing at the bar, openly devouring Alex with his eyes.  No one else in the bar was like him.  Even though he was a few inches shorter than Noah, his presence seemed much bigger.  His broad shoulders bulged out from his open vest and Noah was thrilled to catch an occasional glimpse of a nipple peeking out from inside his open vest.  Alex reached out to him and pulled Noah into a sheltering embrace.  His face inches from Noah’s, Alex’s breath smelled redolent with beer, a ripe, earthy smell that drove Noah crazy with desire.  He didn’t even bother his arousal anymore.  His erection protruded prominently from his jeans.

“You’re ready to go, aren’t you?” Alex asked coquettishly, giving Noah the lightest of kisses on the lips.  Noah felt like he was going to come in his pants.  No woman had ever done this to him.  He wondered what he’d been missing all those years, comfortably ignorant and heterosexual. 

It was time to find out. 

He moved closer to give Alex a more passionate kiss, but Alex pulled away slightly, saying, “Hold that thought.  I’ve got to piss like a race horse right now.”  He chucked Noah fondly under the chin and turned to stride off toward the back of the bar.  Noah could only salivate as he watched that perfect ass saunter slowly away from him.  He considered going after him and taking advantage of Alex in the rest room, but some shred of his dignity prevented him from doing so.  He sat down glumly on his bar stool and frowned into his empty mug.

While he waited for another beer, he realized that the man next to him was watching him closely while puffing on a cigar.  As Noah glanced in his direction, the man exhaled a stinky plume of smoke directly in his face.  Noah coughed and fixed him with an angry stare.

The man seemed unperturbed.  “Want a drag, boy?  You look like you could use it.”

Noah stared at him a moment.  Like the rest of the guys in the bar, he was big, broad, and hairy.  Like Alex, he had on a black leather vest that was open, exposing a belly that–unlike Alex’s–was large and hairy.  He was wearing a pair of tight leather pants that weren’t very flattering and Noah winced inwardly.  He glanced back toward the rest rooms, hoping Alex was on his way to rescue him, but he was nowhere in sight.

Reluctantly, he turned back and noticed the guy was holding his stinky cigar out to him.  Wrinkling his nose, he said, “No, thanks.  I don’t smoke,” unable to keep a note of derision out of his voice.

The man shifted closer, draping a well-muscled arm over Noah’s chair.  “Oh, come on.  One puff isn’t going to kill you.”

Noah tried to shrug away from the guy, but found he couldn’t.  The man smelled thickly of beer, sweat, and smoke.  He exhaled again into Noah’s face and Noah inhaled some of the pungent smoke.  To his confusion, he realized that it actually smelled good.

Sighing and trying again to pull away without success, Noah said, “OK.  Just one puff.  But that’s all.”

The man smiled, the cigar poking out of a corner of his mouth.  His brown eyes twinkled with what could have been malice or amusement, Noah wasn’t sure.  He tugged the cigar out and handed it over to Noah.

Noah looked at it with trepidation, but found himself lifting it to his lips and inhaling nonetheless.  He nearly gagged as the potent plume of smoke filled his lungs.  It burned and he found himself coughing uncontrollably.  The big man took back the cigar before he dropped it on the floor and slapped him on the back as Noah doubled over.  After the spasms passed, he looked up weakly.  His beer was sweating on the counter in front of him.  He reached out and took a gulp, swallowing the remnants of the acrid smoke.  His chest felt quivery and his pulse beat crazily in his head.

“Man, what’s in that stuff, anyway?” he asked after he caught his breath again.

“It’s just a cigar, kid.  Haven’t you ever smoked one before?  Once you try ’em, you’re hooked.”

“I doubt it.  That was terrible.”  Noah took another drink of his beer.  It tasted really good.  He swallowed the rest and ordered another.

The man watched him out of the corner of his eye as he took another drag on the cigar.  This time he exhaled politely to the side, causing Noah to frown slightly.  There was something about the smell of the smoke that he liked.  He just wasn’t ready to take up the habit.  He looked back again, wondering what was taking Alex so long.

As the bar tender pushed another beer his way, Noah reached for it greedily.  For some reason, he was really craving beer and he downed it in one long pull.  He motioned for another one.

“You’d better slow down, boy, or you’ll loose that perfect belly of yours.  The beer here is packed with calories.  That’s why we’re all so big.”

Noah gave him a snide look.  “Yeah, like you were thin and ripped like me before you started coming here.”

The man turned toward him, breathing smoke out his nostrils.  “Actually, I was.  But that was a long time ago.”

Noah couldn’t resist giving him a little sneer.  “I’ll bet.”

He had finished another beer when he suddenly he was wracked by a terrible thought.  Maybe Alex had met someone on his way back the restroom.  Maybe he’d forgotten all about Noah.  Face pale with worry, he stood up, saying, “Er, sorry, but I have to piss.  It’s been fun.”  He started to walk, but lost his balance and almost fell.  The beer was really getting to him.

The man caught his arm, righted him, and pushed him off in the direction of the restroom.  “Be careful, kid.  I told you that beer was potent.”

Shaking his head, Noah took a few steps, feeling foggy and disoriented.  The music pulsed against his breastbone, making him feel nauseous.  I’ve got to slow down with beer or I’ll be toast, he though muzzily to himself before staggering across the bar.

Finally, after a hellish walk across the bar with the floor heaving under his every step, Noah pushed open the door of the restroom and peered into the dim interior, desperately looking for Alex.  Two big guys like the one he’d left behind at the bar were pressed against each other, groping and grunting like animals.  Alex was nowhere to be seen.  Noah swallowed, his mind trying to make sense of this, but he was too drunk.  He couldn’t even make himself wonder where he was.  He wasn’t there.  That was all he knew. 

Sighing, he staggered inside, the door slamming noisily behind him.  The two guys didn’t bother to look up, but continued to grope and moan loudly as if he weren’t even there.  Dimly, Noah realized his bladder was really full and, rubbing his crotch, he made for the urinals.  The place smelled like old beer, sweat, and piss.  Familiar odors to him by now.  Taking up a position in front of the nearest urinal, he steadied himself against the wall with one hand and fought with his zipper with the other.  He tugged and tugged, but couldn’t make his zipper budge.  Shaking his head, he pushed himself off the wall and tried to stand up without losing his balance.  It took some doing, but finally he was able to stand up straight and use both hands to yank on his zipper.  By the time it gave way, he felt like his bladder was going to explode.

He reached inside to free his cock, but couldn’t.  His jeans were too tight and he was too drunk; he couldn’t get his fingers through his fly.  Groaning to himself, he tried to undo the top button, but found it was too tight.  He had to suck in his gut before it would loosen.  Finally, the button popped out of the hole and Noah breathed a contented sigh of relief.  His bladder must be really full to make his jeans so tight.

After getting his jeans unfastened, Noah still had to fight to get his cock free from his underpants.  Digging breathlessly inside his jeans, he tried to pull it out.  It was lodged down the side of his leg, though, so he pulled his jeans down a bit in order to reach it.  After fighting with it for some moments, it flopped out, thick and heavy in his hand.  He smiled to himself as he gazed down on it.  Alex had better hurry back.  He didn’t know what he was missing.

Grinning with stupid pleasure, Noah leaned forward again and let loose a steady, strong stream of urine.  It sprayed out at a crazy angle, though, and he inadvertently pissed on his hand and his shoe before he righted himself.  He couldn’t resist moaning a little, it felt so good.  It took forever for his bladder to empty and he listened all the while to the groans and slurping sounds coming from behind him.  The guys in the corner were still going at it.

After what felt like five minutes of pissing, his bladder was finally empty and he moved to shove his cock back inside his jeans. It wouldn’t go back in, though, and he realized he’d become partially erect while standing there.  His magnificent appendage was pointing jauntily upward.  Touching it only made it worse.  The spasms of pleasure that pulsed through his body made him partially collapse against the urinal in bliss.

Good god!  That felt great, he thought to himself, and reached down to pull on his cock again.  He shivered in delight and, heedless of the guys behind or perhaps because of them, he yanked down his jeans and underpants, allowing his cock to hang abashedly out.  It became slowly more engorged until it was pointing up toward the ceiling.  Head rolling back and eyes closed, he wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to jack himself slowly, not bothering to stifle his moans.  He was on fire.

He was so absorbed in his pleasure that he didn’t notice that the sounds behind him had stopped and that someone had come to stand at the urinal next to him.  He’d been jacking himself for some moments before the man cleared his throat.  Being drunk didn’t help his reaction time and it felt like it took a long time before the sound sank in.  When it did, though, Noah stopped cold, mid-stroke.

“Ya want some help with that, kid?”  A gravelly voice asked as Noah turned to stare at the guy beside him.

Noah stared at the guy.

“Alex?” It couldn’t possibly be Alex. The man next to him looked like Alex, but different.  He seemed bigger, beefier, and his face had changed.    His chest strained against the confines of the leather vest and he looked like his thighs were getting ready to bust out of his chaps.  His features seemed heavier, almost blocky.  One thick eyebrow stretched across his forehead.  He leered down at Noah as he pulled down his cup, letting his erect cock flop out.  It was big, thick, and misshapen. A floppy foreskin hung down in loose folds from the fat tip.  Noah swallowed and turned away.  Something about Alex made him feel repulsed.  He felt like he had to throw up.  He tried to pull up his underwear, but he was too hurried and they ripped up the back.  Panicking, he grabbed his jeans and hopped ineffectually for a few moments, trying to pull them up and give himself some cover.  It didn’t work.  He could only pull them halfway up his thighs.

“Getting too big for your britches, little guy?”  Alex leaned over and put a heavy hand on Noah’s shoulder.  Noah pushed away and tried to shrug it off.  He was too drunk, though, and stumbled with his pants half down.  Alex caught him and pulled him close.  His breath stank and Noah wrinkled his lips and tried to shove him away.  It wasn’t any use.  Alex had him locked in a tight grip.

“Let go, Alex.  Now.”  Noah demanded, trying to make his voice steady.  He looked up at Alex and scowled.  Then it dawned on him.  He was looking up at Alex.  Alex had been a good four inches shorter than he was.  Now he was easily four inches taller.  Alex’s eyes glinted as he watched the realization spread across Noah’s face.

Alex’s grip tightened and Noah felt himself lifted up off the floor until he was face to face with Alex.  “Come on, kid.  Let’s get it on.  I know you want me,” he said with a smirk.

Noah struggled harder and tried to wrest himself free, but it was no use.  Finally, he spat, “Want you?  You’re nothing but a big, ugly freak.  You make me sick.”

Alex’s grin deepened.  Shaking Noah slowly back and forth, he sneered, “Freak?  Look who’s talking.  Have you taken a look at yourself lately?”

Noah felt his mouth go dry.  His pulse was hammering inside his head.  He felt dizzy and sick and barely caught himself when Alex dropped him back to the floor.  He glared up at Alex, feeling scared, furious, and vulnerable.  Alex stared down at him with contempt, saying, “Go on.  Take a look at yourself.”  When Noah didn’t move, Alex sighed through his nose and hauled him over to the mirrors.

Noah’s head was spinning so fiercely; he couldn’t see anything, though.  Alex was still holding him tightly and shifted around until the blunt head of his cock was pressing firmly against the cleft of Noah’s ass.  He pushed harder and Noah realized he was trying to gain entry into his asshole.  He cried out, partly from pain and partly from fear.  Despite his earlier attraction to Alex, he had no desire to lose his ass virginity in the restroom of a bar.

Alex uttered a laugh that came out as a guttural grunt and pushed himself harder against Noah.  Noah struggled to pull free, but was ineffectual.  Furious, he spat, “You’ll never get that ugly cock of yours up my ass!”

Alex stopped pushing against him and Noah fell forward a little.  He felt Alex go rigid against him for a moment before he relaxed, exhaling next to Noah’s ear.  “Ugly, huh?  And I suppose yours is so big and beautiful?”

Noah smiled to himself, feeling he suddenly had the advantage.  “Well, yeah.  It is actually.”

Alex grabbed him by the shoulders and propped him up so that he was forced to look at their reflections in the mirror.  Noah blinked for a moment before registering just how Alex massive had become.  He towered behind Noah, at least a head taller, much broader, and a lot meaner looking.  He met Noah’s gaze in the mirror with a feral glint in his eye.  Noah felt a shiver pass through him.  What the fuck was happening?

“Who’s ugly now, bud?” Alex asked in a sly tone.

“You’re a fucking monster, Alex.  Now let me go.”  Noah tried again to wrestle away again, but Alex merely folded his massive arms across Noah’s chest and held him tightly.  A wicked grin spread across his face.

“Monster, huh?  We’ll see,” he said ominously.  “Let’s get a good look at you and see who the monster really is.”  He reached down and tugged Noah’s underwear and jeans down and then held Noah in a half nelson lock.  Noah was forced to stare helplessly at his reflection in the mirror.

He looked back at himself with a scared expression on his face, his massive cock erect and flopping heavily from side to side.  After a few moments, he realized that he looked the same as he always did.  “What the fuck, Alex?  I don’t notice any difference, other than you’re a lot bigger and uglier.”

Alex went rigid again behind him and Noah realized that he was reacting to being called ugly.  He’d found a sensitive spot.  But before he could use it to his advantage, Alex shoved him forward, spitting, “Is that so, boy?  Look harder.”  He dropped his hands from behind Noah’s head and let Noah gaze at himself unencumbered.

Noah stared for a while longer, but he still didn’t notice any difference.  His lean torso glimmered in the dim light of the restroom.  His dark, tiny nipples punctuated his chest and a treasure trail ran down from his belly button to join his well-trimmed thatch of pubic hair.  He looked stunning, just like always.  “What is your point, Alex?” he asked scornfully.

“It’s less of a point and more of a rounding up,” Alex answered, grinning as he reached down to cup Noah’s ass in his hands.  “Have you been eating a few too many Cheetoh’s lately?”

Warmth radiated from where Alex’s hands touched him and Noah fought back an impulse to settle into his grip.  It felt really nice having Alex grab his ass.  He made himself resist the urge and tried to pull away.  Alex just leaned in closer, his head on Noah’s shoulder, hot breath in Noah’s ear.  He squeezed Noah’s cheeks in his hand, laughing.  Noah felt a tremor pass through his body.  His ass tingled all over and he felt heavy and sleepy for a moment.  Then something shifted subtly and he couldn’t explain it exactly, but he felt different.  He shook himself and noticed his lower body felt strange, like his usual lithe grace was missing.  He felt clunky and odd in his body.  He looked at his reflection again and felt his jaw drop.  “What the…” he started to say, but the words failed him.  Alex let go of his ass and stood back with a satisfied smirk on his face.  Noah reached down and placed his hands on his butt cheeks, rubbing them up and down and shaking his head back and forth in disbelief.  His formerly narrow waist was gone and so was his tight, muscular ass.  His hips had widened and his butt had ballooned.  His ass sagged in his hands under its new weight.  He now had a big, squishy bubble butt.

He looked at Alex, face stricken.  “Alex, what the fuck have you done to me?  Stop it!  Change me back!  I look like a freak!”

Alex was too busy laughing to respond and Noah was left to furiously tug his jeans back up.  It was no use, though.  His ass was far too large.  He could feel it jiggling heavily as he tried to jump up and down.  It weighed him down and he stumbled, catching himself clumsily against the sink.  Alex laughed harder and for the first time Noah noticed that the other man who Alex had been groping was standing behind him wearing a stupid grin on his face.  Noah felt his face flame with embarrassment.  He was stuck.  He couldn’t leave like this.  He would be the laughing stock of the bar.

He turned to confront Noah, got tangled in his jeans and fell flat on his ass.  He landed heavily and narrowly avoided hitting the back of his head on the sink.  Alex was howling.  He heard something snap loudly and looked down to find the elastic band of his underwear had snapped and his shorts were lying in shreds under him.  Noah felt like crying and and tried pitifully again to pull up his jeans, bracing himself against the partition separating the urinals from the sinks. It was no use, they wouldn’t budge.    Cheeks flaming, he finally got fed up and, kicking off his shoes, pulled off his jeans and struggled to push himself off the floor into a standing position.  His center of gravity was all screwy, though, and he had to grab the sink in order to hold himself up.  He turned to confront Alex, who was still laughing like crazy at him.

“Alex!  Stop it!  Stop laughing at me!” he cried, pleading.  “I don’t know what I’ve done to make you want to do this to me, but stop.  Change me back!  I promise I’ll do whatever you want.”

Alex sobered up a little at this and a look of contrition passed across his heavy features.  He walked forward until he was looking down at Noah.  He seemed even bigger than before.  Leaning down, he took Noah by the shoulders and turned him around so that he was again facing the mirrors.  “I’m sorry, kid.  Don’t you like your big ass?  I’ll make it better.  Here.”  He ran his fingers lightly down Noah’s back, pausing for a moment at his waist before continuing down his butt and thighs.  Then he said, “No wonder you couldn’t pull your pants up with thunder thighs like yours.”

Noah had begun to relax, but his eyes snapped to Alex’s face at this.  Alex’s eye glinted with malicious humor and suddenly the warm, tingling sensation was back, this time spreading around his waist and down his thighs.  Noah felt himself go pale and a sharp tremor hit him in the gut.  He grabbed his stomach and doubled up, crying out with pain.  But just as suddenly as it hit him, the cramp was gone.  He straightened up slowly and, sides heaving, turned to look at himself in the mirror.  His chest went cold.  His lower body had changed completely. His firm belly had melted and his six pack abs were gone.  Instead, he now sported a roll of flab around his hips and a paunch.  He grabbed the flesh around his waist and found there was a lot of it to hold.  It felt soft and jiggly, like his ass.  Looking down, he noticed his thighs.  They were big and meaty.  He reached down and rubbed them.  They felt huge and foreign.  They couldn’t possibly belong to him.  But as he tried to step forward and lost his balance due to the increased bulk around his midsection, he realized that it really was him.

“What are the fuck are you doing to me?” he screamed.  “I look disgusting.  Who the fuck do you think you are?  You can’t do this!  I don’t want to be fat and ugly.”

Alex was still grinning down at him, his meaty arms folded across his chest.  “Fat and ugly?  Hardly, bud.  You’re just becoming the man you always wanted to be.  And at least part of you likes it,” he said, staring meaningfully at Noah’s crotch.  Noah reflexively reached down to cover his groin and only then noticed that he still had a huge erection.  Brushing it with his hands only made it worse.  His cock was so engorged, every vein was bursting and it had turned deep red.  It was pointing painfully toward the ceiling, aching for release.  It was all he could do to stop himself from touching it.

Alex moved behind again and grabbed Noah new, meaty ass, massaging it in his hands.  He moved his hands up slowly until he was holding Noah’s paunch and love handles, rolling them up and down.  Noah couldn’t help himself and before he knew it, he was moaning loudly.  It just felt so good.  He looked up and met Alex’s burning gaze again in the mirror, only this time Alex seemed even bigger and uglier.  He leered down at Noah and licked his lips.  Noah shivered with a combination of loathing and desire.  Alex both repelled and attracted him.  He cast his eyes down and noticed that the sink seemed a lot higher.

“What the?” he began. Trembling, he held his hands out in front of him and wiggled his fingers.  They were small and stumpy, like the hands of a little guy.  Trying to force back tears, he held his head in his hands, but that only reminded him how tiny his hands had become.  He was not only getting fatter; he was also getting smaller.  This could not be happening.  He looked back up at Alex’s reflection in the mirror.  Maybe Alex hadn’t gotten any bigger, instead he had shrunk.  He glared accusingly up at the big guy behind him, but Alex only continued to massage his big meaty ass.

“What’s wrong, little guy? Don’t you like what you’re becoming?  I think you’ll grow to like it, if you know what I mean.”  Alex smirked evilly down at him.

Noah scowled at him and caught his reflection in the mirror, then turned to assess the damage.  He was a lot shorter than before, probably only five feet six inches or so and carried a lot of weight around his lower body, but his upper torso and face were still the same old Noah.  Seeing his handsome, clean cut reflection gave him some confidence back.  If he could get out here now without Alex touching him again, he at least had the hope of regaining some semblance of normality in his life.  He looked down at his pudgy lower body and scowled.  His huge erection bobbed obscenely between his legs.  He was just so horny.  He felt like he could shoot right there.  Wrapping his arms around his chest, he took a few deep breaths.  He just had to figure out how to leave.

Fixing Alex with a firm stare, he said, “OK, Alex, you’ve had your fun.  I give in.  You got me.  Now I want to go home.”

Alex leaned over him and Noah shied away.  “Leave?  Now?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.  “But we’ve only just got started.”  He reached out and grasped Noah by the arms.  Noah tried to wrestle away, but before he could, he felt the familiar heat spreading through his shoulders and arms.  Suddenly, he was gripped with a painful tearing that burned through his shoulders and arms.  It felt like he was blowing up like a balloon and his skin was going to explode.  He screamed in pain, and wrapped his arms around himself, shivering.  He almost fainted this time, but Alex kept a firm hold on him.  His vision fogged and he shook his head.  As his eyesight gradually returned, he dreaded looking at himself in the mirror.  He knew he wouldn’t like what he saw.  He turned away from the mirror and shoved Alex away from him, but Alex towered over him now and his shove was completely ineffectual.  Alex just sneered down at him with a look of amused derision. Noah growled at him and tried to dodge around him.  At this point, he didn’t care if he burst out in front of the crowded bar and everyone saw he was short, fat, naked, and sporting a huge erection.  He just wanted to get away from Alex while he still recognized himself.

As he moved past Alex, the big man reached out and stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.  It wasn’t a firm grip, but Noah found his resolve evaporate.  Something about Alex’s touch made him feel weak…and aroused.  He felt his cock swell even further until it felt red hot and ready to burst.  It was suddenly hard to breathe or even think.  He could feel Alex’s hot breath on his neck.  It made his knees tremble.  Alex gently pulled him backward until his erection was pressing against Noah’s lower back.  Noah heard himself moan and he felt his sphincter relax involuntarily.  Through the haze enveloping him, he realized that his asshole was aching to be penetrated by Alex’s monster cock.

“See?  Your mouth says no, but your body is saying yes.  Why don’t you just stop fighting it?”  Alex leaned down and kissed Noah on the neck, turning him around to face the mirror again as he did so.  Noah closed his eyes and felt a shiver pass through his body.  He felt like he was drugged.  All he wanted was for Alex to fuck him senseless.

Opening his eyes, he found himself gazing at his reflection in the mirror again and gave a start.  The only parts of himself he recognized were his cock and his face.  The rest of his body seemed to belong to someone else.  A new paunch hung down from his stomach and threatened to cover his small thatch of pubic hair.  His arms were short and loaded down with muscles.  His biceps bulged, causing his arms to hang out at wide angles from his torso.  His chest had widened to barrel-sized proportions and his pecs were big and swollen.  As he watched in fascinated horror, Alex reached down and massaged his shoulders, leaving Noah’s traps and deltoids to become rapidly engorged wherever he touched.  Noah’s long, slender neck was momentarily surrounded by bulging muscles until Alex’s hands moved to enfold it.  Noah felt himself go faint again and stared stupefied as his vision cleared.  He now had the thick bull neck of a football player.  The lean, lithe soccer player body had shrunk and fattened into that of a short, squat, beefy football jock–with a GQ face and killer cock that still jutted manfully in front of him. 

He felt slightly delirious and almost euphoric.  At least his face was still handsome and he was hung.  Even Alex couldn’t take that away from him.  He found himself grinning stupidly at his reflection and winking.  He even bent over and flexed his arms in front of his chest, pleased to see the huge muscles pop out.

“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?”  Alex breathed in his ear, sending waves of anticipation through Noah’s body.  Noah ached to have the big man’s hands on him again, even if it meant more changes.  At this point, Noah didn’t care whether he recognized himself anymore or not.  He wanted Alex to fuck him.  Now.

He backed himself against Alex and stood on his tiptoes, trying to get his ass high enough so that it pressed against Alex’s huge cock.  It was no use, though.  While he felt the electrifying warmth of Alex’s sweaty body against him, his ass was still too low.  Alex’s cock pushed against the small of his back.

“Eager to get fucked, huh, little buddy?”  Alex laughed.  “Well, you’ll need to step up on this stool first.”  He dragged a stool from under the sink with his boot and Noah obligingly stepped up on it.  He had to stand on the top step before his ass was level with Alex’s cock.  Despite his arousal, he felt his cheeks redden at this new humiliation.  Was it just an hour ago that he had towered over Alex?

Standing there in front of the sink on the stool, he felt self-conscious seeing himself in the mirror.  He got a good look at his smooth, hefty torso and his big legs.  His thighs were thick and meaty.  Like the rest of him.  His engorged cock bobbed obscenely in front of him, looking longer and thicker than ever.  He felt like a freak standing there and wanted to get down.  Alex, however, had other plans and had begun massaging his ass with his big hands. 

“There.  So much better than before, don’t you agree?  You looked like a preppy soccer fuck.  Now you’re a regular guy.  Except for a couple more changes, you’re just the way you should be.”  Alex’s eyes flashed maliciously in the mirror and Noah’s foggy mind struggled with those last words.  Except for a couple more changes?

But he didn’t have time to think because Alex spun him around on the stool until they were face to face.  He shook his head and got a strong whiff of Alex’s beery breath.  He tried to pull back from Alex, but Alex’s hands were already behind his head, drawing him in for a kiss.  His lips were full, soft, and wet and his blunt tongue pushed its way inside Noah’s mouth before he could react.  It was a long tongue and thick; it filled Noah’s mouth until he thought he’d gag.  He struggled to push Alex away, but it was no use; he was captive.

Finally, Alex withdrew his tongue from his mouth and pushed himself away from Noah’s face.  Holding his head between his hands, he gave Noah an appraising look, saying, “Yup, getting closer.  Take a look at yourself now, hotshot.”

Again, Alex’s rough hands spun him around and Noah was left staring at a face he didn’t recognize in the mirror.  Gone were his finely sculpted features, his elegant pouty lips, his chiseled jaw and perfect chin.  His brow had thickened and now sloped heavily forward over his eyes.  His nose was big and wide with large flaring nostrils.  His face was rounder and his cheeks fatter. His former rosebud mouth was now larger and his lips a lot fuller.  His hair was thicker, blacker, and raggedly chopped.  He looked like an ugly gorilla.  He stared at himself unable to say anything, but, “Fuck, man.”

“Fuck,” he said again, grasping for words, but not finding anything.  All he could do was stare stupidly at himself, not believing that the troglodyte in the mirror could possibly be him.

“Exactly!” Alex said, grinning down at him from behind.  “You’re good for only one thing now, buddy.  Getting fucked.”  He paused for effect, allowing his words to trickle inside Noah’s rapidly thickening skull.  “You’re a fuck toy.  Or, rather you will be after a couple more adjustments.  With that bubble butt and ugly mug, what other purpose could you serve?”

Noah strove to find words, but all he could say was, “Wha…do ya mean?”

Alex’s grin turned into a smirk.  “Eloquent, aren’t you?  That’s another adjustment I like.  You’re dumb as a stump now, my formerly hot college boy.  And only one thing is on your mind.  Getting fucked.  Aren’t I right?”

Noah stared at him with his mouth open, trying really hard to say something intelligible.  All he could say was, “Fuck you.  Not a toy.”  His voice sounded thick and heavy and dull to his ears.  He added, “Don’t wanna be fucked.”

“Really?  Then why are you rubbing your ass against my cock?”

Noah stared at his reflection, dumbfounded, his mouth gaping, before he realized that he was indeed gripping the sink and grinding his butt against Alex.  Alex’s fat cock head was pushing against his hole.  And it felt…well, great.  He couldn’t stop himself from moaning.

“All you want now is to get fucked, don’t you fuck toy?”  Alex sneered, looking down at Noah with contempt.  When Noah didn’t respond, he shouted, “Don’t you, you fat little cum soaker?”

Noah jumped, but couldn’t stop himself from answering in a dull voice, “Yeah.”  He felt his sphincter quivering as Alex’s cock pushed against it harder.  It was all he could to stop himself from crying out in ecstasy.  His resolve held on for one more moment, and then, well, it fled with the rest of his better judgment to a small corner of his mind.  The animal took over.

Noah looked down at himself, feeling clumsy and slo,w but electrified.  His huge erection was still pulsing painfully.  One thing was on his mind now and even though part of him was quivering and repulsed, the animal part of him was hungry for cock.  He wanted Alex’s fat cock up his ass now.  He ground his butt harder against Alex and was amazed at how easily his hole parted. 

“You’ll find you’ve become rather more…accommodating than you were before.”  Alex’s voice was low and malicious, savoring every word.  “Your ass has limitless potential to take cock.”  For effect, he pushed hard and Noah broke out in a sweat and screamed as, for the first time in his life, a man’s cock entered his hole.

It should have been painful.  It should have been harder for Alex to enter him.  His hole was virginal and Alex’s cock was enormous.  But instead, the fat cock glided inside Alex’s pucker and pulsed there like a red hot brand.

It felt so good.

It felt so right.

It was what his hole was meant for.

And then it was gone.

Noah cursed, crying out in frustration as Alex suddenly pulled out.

Noah felt a new void inside of him; one that was aching to be filled again.  And again.  And again.

“More!” he cried, his voice crude and barbaric.

Alex seemed to ignore him.  Instead of answering, he pulled out a pouch from his vest pocket and withdrew several, large brown leaves.  They smelled fragrant and sensual and Noah’s mouth began to water.  He watched Alex mesmerized, hoping to catch another whiff of the intoxicating odor.  Alex smiled down at him, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a sardonic grin.

“Wha is tha?” Noah stammered stupidly.

Alex quirked an eyebrow at him but didn’t answer.  Instead, he spit in his hand and grabbed Noah’s cock.  Noah groaned loudly, it both hurt and turned him on.  After jacking him roughly for a couple of seconds, Alex let go and then carefully wrapped one of the leaves around Noah’s cock.  Noah was at first puzzled and then his thoughts evaporated as a pure shot of pleasure rocketed from his cock throughout his body.  He staggered and would have collapsed on the floor had Alex not held him upright.  The euphoria quickly dissipated, though, leaving him aching for more.  He was panting, his new, thickened tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“More!” he demanded weakly.  “I wan more!”

Alex was clearly amused but still didn’t answer.  He just reached down and wrapped one more leaf and then another around Noah’s cock.  The subsequent leaves didn’t cause the jolt of pleasure that the first one did and Noah found himself getting impatient.  He just wanted to get fucked.  Why was Alex tormenting him like this?  Alex, however, continued to ignore his increasingly plaintive demands and just wrapped more and more leaves around Noah’s cock.  Finally, his cock was encased with so many leaves it looked more like a fat cigar than a penis.  Noah stared down at it dumbly, unable to figure out what Alex was about.

After wrapping one more leaf carefully around Noah’s member and sealing it with a little spit, Alex seemed satisfied.  “There,” he said.  “All ready.”

He took Noah’s face in his giant hands and looked meaningfully into his eyes.  “Are you ready for a smokin’ good time, my friend?”

A thick rope of drool slid out of Noah’s mouth in answer.  “Fuck!” was all he could say.

Alex caught the drool hanging out of Noah’s mouth and wiped it on his chest, saying, “Excellent.  Then turn around and let’s get started.”  He spun Noah around on the stool and before Noah could protest, whipped out a lighter, flicked it, and held the flame under the head of Noah’s leaf-wrapped cock.

Noah tried to jump back and let out a strangled scream.  Alex nearly dropped the lighter, but he was able to stow it in his vest again and grab Noah before he could flee. “Sit tight, fat boy,” he breathed through clenched teeth.  “I promise that this won’t hurt.  In fact, I can guarantee that you’ve never felt anything quite so amazing.”  He slowly withdrew the lighter again. 

Noah looked at it askance, but didn’t try to jump away as Alex held it under his dick again.  He moved it until it was just under the cockhead and flicked it.  A bright orange flame leaped up and singed the leaves wrapped around his cock.  At first they only crackled softly, but after a moment they dried out a bit and a thick plume of smoke wafted up into Noah’s eager nostrils.

The smell was heavenly.  Like musk and burning autumn leaves and animal sweat.  Another thick rope of drool slid out of his mouth before he could stop himself.  It would have dripped onto his cock had Alex not caught it quickly.

Through the many layers of leaves, the tip of Noah’s cock slowly warmed.  Alex removed the lighter and slipped it back into his pocket.  Noah stared at him dully in the mirror, saying, “Now wha?”

Alex smirked at him and lowered himself down behind Noah until his face was directly behind his ass.  Noah felt his hot breath against the tender skin of his cleft.  Without saying anything, Alex buried his face in Noah’s ass cheeks, his thick tongue probing hungrily against Noah’s hole.  Noah gasped and froze momentarily.  Then he relaxed and leaned back, allowing himself to savor the feeling.  Soon he felt himself relax so much ‘down there’ that his hole opened and Alex’ tongue gained entry to his most private part.

Alex pushed him against the sink and Noah fell forward, catching himself and inadvertently spreading his legs, giving Alex wider entry.  Alex started sucking fiercely against his hole, mouth devouring Noah’s ass voraciously.  Noah felt a paroxysm of pleasure shudder through him.  Then he felt a strange thing happen.  A soothing warmth began to emanate from the tip of his cock.  Looking down, he was perplexed to see his smoking cock.  His sluggish brain had forgotten all about it and he felt his mouth fall open.  It was glowing red now and the delicious smoke was like a sweet drug.  Gradually, though, the warmth grew in intensity until it became more than just warmth.  It became fire.  He uttered a low moan that may have been a groan of pleasure or fear.

The fire had burned through the layers of leaves and now was licking against his flesh.  Instead of the excruciating pain, though—and Noah’s thick brain struggled to figure this out—it brought…well, excruciating joy.  Joy that burned and pulsed and flamed through his swollen member and up through his body.  He forgot about Alex and lost himself in the most deliciously incendiary experience of his life.  Tendrils of flame seemed to stream through his veins and burst inside his cells with scintillating explosions.  He threw his head back and cried out, a harsh, animal sound of incredible release.  He never wanted it to stop.  Gone were any cares or worries about being turned into a freak.  He was on fire and he didn’t care what price he paid for it.

Gradually, his senses expanded and coalesced and he became aware of more feelings.  The skin around his asshole began to bristle and chafe wherever Alex’s tongue touched, making him feel like he was being scrubbed with a bottle brush.  The bristling feeling radiated up the crack of his ass and marched slowly and purposefully like fiery ants across his butt cheeks.  At the same time, it crept up his crotch and spread slowly up his balls.  Unable to bear the itching any longer, he reached down and scratched, grunting in surprise and consternation.  He looked down, heavy brow furrowing:  A dense forest of black hair was quickly carpeting his ball sac.  It spread so quickly and was so dense, in seconds he could only just barely feel the skin underneath.  The hair was coarse and thick and heavy.  In moments, it had devoured his trimmed thatch of pubic hair and exploded in an unruly thicket of nappy turf.

And it didn’t stop, it spread and grew longer and kinkier.  It grew so thickly around the base of his cock that it felt like it was going to engulf it.  After a while, though, it continued its march, radiating out, creeping down his legs and tearing up his belly.  The uncomfortable bristling increased in intensity and began to spread faster and faster across his ass, up his back, and down his legs.  He watched dumbly in the mirror as his entire body was engulfed in a heavy layer of rough, black pubic hair.  It smothered his legs and carpeted his chest.  A thick layer covered his shoulders and sped down his arms.  In less than a half minute, his neck and face were covered with thick, black hair.  His entire body itched unbearably and he found himself trying to scratch everywhere at once.

He had almost forgotten about Alex and his probing mouth when the big man suddenly stood up and slapped him hard on the ass.  Noah fell forward again and was left agape, looking dumbly at himself in the mirror.

“There!” Alex exclaimed.  “All finished.”  He stared proudly at Noah’s crotch for a moment before his forehead wrinkled.  “Oh, that’s right!  I almost forgot.  I have to tap it off.”

Noah looked down and saw that only ashes remained of the thick layer of leaves wrapped around his cock.  A last thin trail of smoke curled up from the hairy base as Alex reached down and tapped.

What happened next chilled Noah more than anything that had transpired up to that point.  The ash tumbled heavily to the floor.  And nothing was left in its place.  His massive cock collapsed in a cloud of smoke and soot.  It was gone.  This time the cry that escaped his throat was one of anguish.  He turned and clung to Alex, trying to say something intelligible, but only a whimper came out.

Alex looked down at him dispassionately.  “What?  Well, what did you expect?  You’re a BOTTOM, you stupid slut!  Why would I leave you with a massive cock like you had?  It would only get in the way.”

Noah felt tears rolling down his furry cheeks.  He was sobbing.  He didn’t care.  He wasn’t anything without his huge cock.  It was his manhood.  It was how he defined himself.  He could endure anything.  But not this.  He grabbed Alex’s vest and made a pathetic whining sound in the back of his throat that sounded dull and stupid even to his ears.

Alex pushed him away and folded his arms, saying, “Dude.  Get a grip!  You still have a cock.  It’s just more manageable.  See, look.”  He pointed down at the enormous thicket of pubic hair engulfing Noah’s crotch.  “Are you that dumb?  What do you call that?  Can’t you even tell when you have an erection?”

Noah stopped whimpering briefly and looked at his crotch.  In the dim light he couldn’t see anything, so he reached down and felt himself.  His hand closed around a short, fat stump of flesh buried in the forest of pubic hair.  Groping with increasing desperation, he brushed away ash and pushed his dense pubic hair back away from the base of what was left of his penis. 

Aghast, he stared at it.  His former glory was reduced to a dark, singed stump perhaps four inches long.  Enclosing his cockhead, though, was a fleshy, dark black foreskin filled with thick veins.  It hung loosely around his cock and tapered into a drooping mass of mottled skin.  He had to pull it way back in order to expose the sticky head of his cock.  Even fully erect, his cock couldn’t push through the massive foreskin.  Retracted, it doubled over itself in a blob of skin and then immediately fell back over, hanging down in a loose collar and obscuring his short member.  Noah caught himself on the edge of the sink.  He almost couldn’t stand up.  What had he done to deserve this?  There is no way that he could live like this?  A disgusting, hairy brute with a big ass and a deformed cock.  What had happened to him?  He covered his face with his hands and wept.

After a few moments of crying, Alex had had enough.  “Oh, come off it, slut.  Get a grip on yourself!”  He grabbed Noah’s hands and shoved them roughly away from his face.  “It’s not that bad.  After all, look at the bright side, you may have lost your magnificent manhood, but you gained a pair of really great low hangers. Yum!”

Noah was a bit slow on the uptake so Alex took his hand and guided it down to his crotch.  Beneath his stumpy penis (which was still quite erect), he reached for his balls.  And reached again.  Not comprehending, his hand closed around his ball sac.  But there was only a lot of flesh.  He started to withdraw his hand, but Alex grabbed it again.

“Lower, you stupid fuck!” he shouted.  Noah reached down further and finally found his balls.  They were hanging halfway down to his knees and felt hard and swollen to the touch.  He dropped them as if scalded, and they fell heavily and slapped against his legs.  He winced in pain.  Those weren’t his balls!  They felt like they belonged to someone else.  Or something else.  Like a mule or a horse.  He reached down again and felt them.  The sensation wasn’t altogether unpleasant.  A big grin slowly spread across his face and he guffawed.  “Cool!” he shouted.  His voice was so low it startled him.  “Cool!” he shouted again, this time louder.  “Big balls,” he said, grinning up at Alex.

Alex looked down at him with a mixture of amusement and disgust.  Finally, he said, “And now for your new outfit.  Something appropriate for the big slab of stupid man meat that you’ve become.”  He pulled out a big, dirty jockstrap with a huge cup.  It smelled ripe of piss and body odor, an odor that caused Noah to salivate.  He reached for it, but Alex slapped his hand away, saying, “Here, fuckwad, let me help you.”  He bent down and held the strap open.  Noah put one booted foot and then the other into the straps and Alex pulled it up.  It looked like it would be too big for Noah, but it fit snugly around his hefty midsection.  His balls strained against the pouch.

“Do you like it?” Alex asked.

“Like!” Noah shouted loudly.

“Good, now let’s do something about that beard.”  Alex reached over to the side table where Noah saw a pair of clippers.  Plugging them in by the sink, Alex stepped behind Noah and roughly sheared away his beard.  His beard hair was so thick, though, that the clippers could only shear it down to a thick stubble.

“Do back next,” Noah mumbled when Alex was finished and his beard lay in a thick pile at his feet.  He tried to reach for the clippers, but Alex pulled them away from his reach.

“The hair on your back stays, you stupid brute,” Alex replied and pushed him off the stool.

Noah stood there, feeling even shorter than ever.  He didn’t know what he was supposed to do and turned to Alex with a puzzled look on his face.  Alex, however, didn’t see him.  He was pulling down his studded cup, allowing his thickly veined cock to spring free.  Without saying anything, he pushed Noah down on the floor.  Noah fell forward onto his hands and knees, butt up in the air.  In a moment, Alex was bearing down on top him, hot breath on his neck and fat cock savaging his hole.  Noah uttered a brief cry of surprise, but then felt his asshole relax and open up to engulf Alex’s cock.  It felt like the most natural thing in the world.  This time, he didn’t fight it.  He just let go and loved every minute of it.  He came in the cup as Alex neared orgasm and stinky, thick cum oozed onto the coarse fabric, making a spreading stain.  He couldn’t remember ever feeling happier.

After collapsing on top of him with a heavy sigh, Alex pulled his still throbbing cock out of Noah, leaving an empty ache behind.  “Again,” Noah pleaded, but Alex slapped him hard on the ass and stood up.

“You’ll get plenty more, slut!” he said and turned toward the door.  Noah struggled to stand up, feeling Alex’s cum slide slowly down between his legs.  Just as he was standing up, Alex turned toward him and, opening the door, said, “Your adoring public awaits, fuckhole.”  A crowd of rough-looking biker dudes were waiting outside, each one leering and fingering his bulging crotch.  “Now get back down on your knees.”  Noah felt his cock begin to stiffen again and lowered himself back down on the floor.

The morning sun glowed softly on his bed, traveling slowly across the sheets until it was shining on Noah’s face.  He awoke slowly and blinked blearily in the light.  It took him a while to realize where he was.  Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked around and finally recognized Jeremy’s bedroom.

“How did I get here?” he wondered, not remember anything from the previous night.  Outside the bedroom, he could hear someone in the kitchen and he smelled the tantalizing aroma of bacon and eggs.  His mouth began to water.  He sat up and realized then that he was naked under the covers.  His heart missed a beat and he jumped up, searching the room wildly for his clothes.  They were nowhere to be seen.

Wrapping himself in the sheet, he was making his way to the door when it opened.  Jeremy entered, carrying (of course) a breakfast tray.  He looked tired and a bit confused, but radiant.  He couldn’t keep the silly smile off his face.  Nearly stumbling and spilling the contents of the tray all over Noah, he said proudly, “I made you breakfast!”

Noah looked down at him, still clutching the sheet protectively around himself.  Even in the midst of his confusion, he couldn’t help but smile.  Seeing Jeremy was somehow reassuring.  Trying and failing to hide his pleasure at seeing his friend, Noah said brightly, “Breakfast! I’m starving!”

He fell back on the bed and took the tray in his lap, not shifting away when Jeremy sat down next to him.  He could feel the warmth radiating off his friend through the sheet.  It felt safe and snug and somehow comfortable.  Unable to help himself, he smiled over at Jeremy and reached for a fork.  His stomach growled and he lost himself in the delicious pleasure of breakfast.  The sun was in his eyes when finished and, blinking, he lay back on the bed.  Jeremy continued to sit next to him, watching him quietly with admiring eyes.  Even this seemed welcome to Noah.  He felt himself relax even further and realized that he was beginning to get hard.

What is wrong with me? he thought, carefully pulling the sheet over his crotch.  Thankfully, Jeremy didn’t seem to notice his erection.  His eyes were busy searching Noah’s face, perhaps trying to make sense out of the confusing situation just as he was.

Finally, the erection subsided and Noah turned onto his side, head on elbow.  “Jeremy,” he asked.  “How did I end up here last night?”  He tried to sound casual and offhand, but his heart had begun to beat loudly in his ears.

Jeremy colored and looked away.  “Um,” he stammered, “You just sort of showed up here, I guess.”

Noah’s eyes fixed on Jeremy’s face, searching it.  “I did?” he asked, sounding passably calm.

Jeremy colored even more deeply.  “Yeah, that’s right.”

Noah’s heart was pounding by this point, but he forced his voice to stay calm.  “That’s funny.  I have no memory of it.  What time was it when I got here?”

“It was late,” came Jeremy’s reply.  “Past two o’clock, I think.  I was asleep at the time.”

Noah shook his head, trying to clear it and trying to remember anything of the previous night.  He couldn’t.  Finally, he asked, “Did I, uh, sleep in here…with you?”

Jeremy’s face was a deep shade of scarlet by this point.  Even the tips of his ears were red.  He turned away from Noah, unable to look him in the eyes.  “Well, yes, but I didn’t do anything.”  He paused, then added, “I mean, I tried to get you to sleep out on the sofa.  But you wouldn’t.  You insisted on sleeping in here.  With me.”  He turned and gave Noah an imploring look.  “Noah,” he said.  “You have to believe me.  We didn’t do anything.”

Noah noticed for the first time that Jeremy was shirtless.  His eyes traveled down his friend’s pudgy torso and he couldn’t help letting his gaze linger on the little roll of flab that hung over the waistband of Jeremy’s pajama bottoms.  Jeremy noticed this and covered his belly with his hand.  Noah felt his prick begin to stiffen again.

Exhaling slowly, he realized that ever since he had awoken, nothing felt right in his head.  He felt like the same old Noah, but more so.  As if something had heightened his senses, extended his personality to fill in all the cracks and crevices.  It was like he was Noah on steroids.  Shaking his head, he both missed his old self and felt elated by this new one.  Somehow, it felt like everything had changed overnight and he was just now beginning to see the ramifications.

He smiled up at Jeremy again and found himself extending a hand to rest on Jeremy’s thigh.  He watched his friend’s pupils widen.  Was that a stiffy that he spotted poking against the fabric of Jeremy’s pajamas?  He rolled back over and propped himself up on his elbows, this time not bothering to cover his now prominent erection.  Still, he noticed, Jeremy refused to look at it.  Maybe Jeremy wasn’t lying.  Maybe nothing had happened?  Why did that thought make him sad?

He watched Jeremy’s face, not looking for anything in particular, just enjoying looking at him.  He had a very serious, very sensitive face.  Thoughts showed plainly on his face and his eyes were the softest shade of brown.  It was a very handsome face, Noah realized.  He felt his heart catch as Jeremy drew his lips together.  He wanted to say something more, but couldn’t find the words.

After a few moments of watching his friend struggle, Noah asked, “Jeremy, do you know where my clothes are?”

If he had thought that Jeremy’s face had been red before, it was nothing compared to the electric shade it turned now.  He looked straight ahead, his shadow rigid against the far wall.  A sound struggled to emerge from his throat, but got lost.  He stood up, facing away from Noah.

Noah swallowed.  “Jeremy, where are my clothes?  I didn’t come here naked, did I?”

Jeremy, he realized, had begun to shake slightly.  After what seemed like a very long time, he forced himself to answer.  “No, you weren’t naked.  You were wearing that.”  He pointed to the floor in the corner of his bedroom.  A rumpled wad of dirty fabric was lying there.  Mouth suddenly dry, Noah pushed himself off the bed, not caring that the sheet fell away from him as he did so, and walked over to the corner.  He could hear his heart hammering in his ears.  He stood over the piece of fabric, staring at it.  Finally, he crouched down and picked it up.  It felt wet and heavy in his hand and covered with crusty goo.  It smelled like a toilet.

Still uncomprehending, he turned it over in his hand and two straps detached themselves and hung down limply.  It was a jockstrap.  A really big jockstrap with a huge mesh pouch.  Far too big to ever fit him.

Standing up, he turned back toward Jeremy with a question on his lips.  Jeremy wouldn’t look at it him, instead, saying to the wall, “Well, you had to hold it up to keep if from falling off.  I didn’t think to ask any questions at the time.  You were in quite a state.”

Noah let the jockstrap fall to the floor.  A sickening feeling had just come over him as he realized that his butt was aching.