The Curse 

From 170 to 250, you’re really growin’                (Levi gains weight each time he brags about being ripped.)

But from 120 to 60? Your thoughts are slowin’         (Levi loses IQ each time he brags about his brains.)

From 1 to 6, you’re a really slutty boi       (Levi becomes gayer with each homophobic insult.)

But from 9 to 1, you lost your big toy             (Levi loses cock size each time he lies.)

From 35 to 60, you’ve had a bum rush            (Butt grows bigger each time he objectifies or insults a woman.)

But from six three to five seven, you’ve gone from a tree to a bush      (Levi loses height each time he uses his height to bully.)

***

Chapter 1

“What do you ‘spose she meant by that, bro?” Levi asked, rubbing his aching jaw. “And why’d you haul off an’ coldcock me?” Before his friend could answer, the light of understanding went on in his head. “Jesus, bro! You want in her panties, don’t ya? I didn’t know ya had it in ya!”

His friend, Cassius, glared back at him, clenching and unclenching his little fists. Cassius had manhandled him out of the Halloween party and they were standing on the lawn in front of the house as other partygoers looked on at the two feuding friends curiously. 

Levi was dressed up as Pinocchio from the Disney film, complete with the feathered cap (now askew due to Cassius’ punch), blue bow tie and red knickers. His makeup was masterful but it was his new groin tattoo that really made the costume pop. As the night had worn on and he’d become progressively drunk, he’d been lewdly flashing it to every girl in sight, telling them that he’d show them how big Pinocchio’s nose grew if they came back with him to his room at the frat house.

The last viewer of his lurid tattoo had been the hottest and weirdest chick of the lot.  She was dressed as a super sexy ‘Sabrina the Teenage Witch’ and her eyes had glinted red as he tugged down his knickers, flashing her his giant pole (which, despite his drunken state, was already at half mast.) The room seemed to go silent as she intoned a strange rhyme and Levi had felt his whole body tingle. He’d been about to make a move on her when Cassius had materialized as if out of thin air by his side and punched him.

Levi was surprised almost as much by finding Cassius at the party–the little nerd was not exactly a party guy–as he was by the ferocity of his attack. Standing at a mere five and half feet tall, Cassius was anything but imposing. Soaking wet, he couldn’t have been more than a hundred and twenty pounds. At six foot three and a hundred seventy pounds of rippling muscle, Levi towered over him. He loved being the alpha dog of the pair and relished the superiority he felt when he loomed over the more insignificant Cassius. Their roles, however, had abruptly been swapped by Cassius’ surprisingly powerful punch and now Levi was caught somewhere between admiration and resentment toward his little buddy.

Narrow chest heaving, Cassius spat, “You cannot treat women like that, Levi! Who the fuck do you think you are? It’s no wonder you never get laid. There isn’t a woman around who can stand to be around you for more than five minutes!”

“That’s not true!” Levi complained, stung by the accusation. “I get laid all the time!” It was lie and he knew it but Levi was not about to reveal the truth to his friend: He hadn’t had sex in over a year.

Cassius was preparing to shout back at him when he stopped, mouth hanging open. At the same instant, Levi was struck by a sudden, sharp pain in his crotch and he staggered back, grasping at his swollen junk. Curiously, Cassius did the same, falling backward and clutching at his groin.

They stood there, panting and waiting for the pain to subside. When it did, Levi was left feeling strangely deflated, almost like he’d lost something priceless. Self-consciously dropping his hands away from his knickers, he shook his head, wondering aloud, “What the fuck was that?”

Cassius was too dazed to reply right away. His face had gone ashen and he was kneading his crotch with his hands, an expression of wonder on his face. Levi watched him, seeing his friend’s costume for the first time: Cassius was wearing a tiny Superman outfit (probably meant to be worn by a kid), complete with padded muscles. It was both kind of cute and pathetic at the same time, especially when Cassius finally dropped his hands away from his crotch and it was obvious the padding extended down there as well. Poor little guy! Levin thought smugly. He’ll never know what it was like to be a real Superman, complete with a super huge tool.

“I…I think I need to go,” Cassuis murmured. “I don’t feel so good.”

“What?” Levi demanded, recovering some of his old bravado as the weird sensation in his groin dissipated. “You can’t leave now! You just got here! The night is young and there are plenty of hot chicks–I mean, beautiful women–to bone! Take that one over there,” he inclined his head toward a pretty blond woman dressed as the Greek goddess, Aphrodite, with a garland of flowers in her hair, “she needs…deflowering…don’t ya think?” He smirked at his jest as Cassius rolled his eyes.

“You’re just sick,” Cassius muttered. He was opening his mouth to say more but was interrupted when Levi gave a startled jump, reaching back to rub his butt as he did so.

“OW!” he screamed, feeling like his ass was on fire. “What is going on tonight?!”

The shooting pain in his buttocks spread rapidly to encompass the entirety of his booty, which is to say it didn’t cover a large area; Levi had a very small, pert butt, another source of pride. As the quarterback on the football team, he was very proud of the way the clinging fabric of his uniform set off his long, lean form.

“Divine retribution, I’d say,” Cassius commented drily. “God is smiting you every time you make an ass out of yourself.”

Levi would have had a sharp retort for this if it wasn’t for the fact that he was noticing something strange going on…back there. He couldn’t really tell exactly (and didn’t want to keep massaging his ass in front of everyone) but it felt like his knickers were distinctly tighter. It was almost as if his butt had gotten bigger. But how…?

He forced himself to drop his hands from his butt. (Was it his imagination or did his ass bounce a bit when he moved?) His skin was clammy and he’d broken out in goosebumps. He shoved the sense of unease aside, though. He wasn’t about to let it get in the way of such a fine evening. He was on fire with lust and couldn’t wait to get laid!

Squaring his shoulders, he dropped a patronizing hand onto Cassius’ shoulders and tried to steer him back into the party. Cassius, however, stood resolutely unmoving. “What’s wrong, bro?” Levi coaxed. “You can be my wingman. Help a dude out!”

“I don’t feel like it,” his friend replied, shaking off his hand. “I wanna go home. I’m tired.”

Eyes narrowing, Levi goaded, “Why’s that, bro? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a homo or sumthin’. I mean, look around! Nothing but hot pussy as far as a dick can shoot!”

This time, he was hit by twin blasts, one in his buttocks again and another in his head. He collapsed down on his hands and knees, gasping for air. His head was spinning and his ass was screaming. Head down, his chest heaved but, even though he wanted to vomit, nothing came out. Behind him, his ass was pulsing with vigor, almost as if it had a life of its own. By the time he was able to get a hold of himself again, his little pair of red knickers were stretched thin in their attempt to contain his bizarrely swelling buttocks. And his head…

He looked up at Cassius in a daze, seeing him as if for the very first time. From out of nowhere the most puzzling thought hit him: Cassius was cute. Really cute. With his longish brown hair swept to the side of his handsome face and those soft, tawny eyes gazing down at Levi with an expression of concern… 

Levi’s heart began to thud against his ribcage as Cassius leaned down, eyebrows drawing together, asking, “Bro? Levi? What’s wrong?”

When he started to place a warm hand on his arm, though, Levi recoiled, alarmed at the effect the little dude’s touch had on him. He violently suppressed the alien feelings rising up inside him. They were both confusing and threatening. Confusing because they were so unfamiliar and threatening because they encroached on a sacrosanct part of his identity. Levi had never once noticed another guy in that way before. Never! It wasn’t part of who he was. Other guys could be homos but he was as straight as they came! 

He staggered to his feet, unable to ignore the sheer creepiness of the events that evening any longer. Buttocks bobbing along behind him, he mustered the shreds of his dignity and stalked off into the night, saying over his shoulder to the confused Cassius, “You know what? On second thought, I’m tired, too. I’m gonna head back to the frat and sleep.”

***

His jaw was still sore and his buttocks were still swollen the next morning. He rolled over in bed, groaning as he felt each of his cheeks move independently. Shit, why did they feel so heavy and full? He grimaced as he reached back to massage them, surprised by how cushiony they were. His skin was soft and smooth and his cheeks rolled languidly around in his grasp. He was used to his small, firm butt. What was going on?

Showering off, he tried to distract himself from his bigger butt cheeks by jacking off. Handling his long, fat lovestick always perked him up but that morning he was puzzled by something.

His dick felt distinctly smaller.

He looked down at it in consternation, hoping it was just his imagination but there was no denying the bare facts: Even though he’d never been harder, his cock looked both shorter and thinner. Heart pounding, he stalked, dripping out of the shower, and rummaged around in his desk for a ruler.

“NO WAY!” he shouted when he saw that his former nine-incher now barely reached seven. “There’s NO WAY!”

Going completely flaccid with shock, he stared down at himself, realizing his ‘big man’ was now only slightly bigger than average. Soft, it looked even less impressive and he had to suppress the urge to hide it. The garish Pinocchio face tattooed over the base of his cock taunted him with its obviously shorter nose. He’d originally gotten the tattoo as a mark of pride, a way to draw attention to his giant size.

But now…

Now he regretted the hubris of ever getting his pubes tattooed in the first place. And he doubly regretted having all of his pubic hair removed through electrolysis: He couldn’t even grow hair to conceal the lurid tat. Now whenever he was naked in front of other people, the Pinocchio tattoo would invariably grab their attention.

He tugged desperately on his cock, trying to stretch it back to its former size, but it didn’t work. He was desperately thinking of what to do–Should he see a doctor about his swollen ass and shrunken dick?–when his alarm went off.

Saturday morning football practice.

He’d forgotten all about it.

“Shit!”

He was still panicking when he happened to catch a glimpse of his naked body in the mirror. He stopped, a slow smile spreading across his face.

He looked GOOD.

Fucking GOOD!

Levi had always enjoyed admiring his reflection. Something about seeing his long, lean, chiseled physique and square, masculine features made him feel like the world belonged to him. He turned toward the mirror and flexed, blue eyes shining. He didn’t even care about the black eye he now sported due to Cassius’ punch. If anything, it made him look even more badass. His sandy brown beard was closely trimmed, accenting his lantern jaw. His hair, still damp from the shower, was swept back over his forehead. Shit, even his dick looked amazing. If he squinted, it looked nearly as big as ever.

And that salacious Pinocchio tat?

Genius.

Pure fuckin’ GENIUS!

He waggled his cock, making Pinocchio’s nose swing to and fro (sort of), and grinned from ear to ear.

Yep, there was no doubt about it.

Levi Driskel was a fuckin’ HUNG GOD.

***

Levi strutted into the locker room before football practice like a prize rooster. The walk across campus had definitely helped improve his mood. Because it was a warm morning for late October (and because he couldn’t squeeze his inflated ass into his jeans), he’d donned a small pair of red nylon shorts and a tight, midriff-baring tank top, exposing his rippling abs and the top of the tattooed Pinocchio’s head. The puppet’s big cartoon eyes gazed impishly from over the waistband of the sheer shorts. 

He winked seductively at every cute girl he passed, grinning when he saw their eyes widen at his perfect bod. He didn’t even mind the heft and sway of his bigger butt, there was something sexy about the way the tiny shorts hugged his booty and he adopted an exaggerated strut to show it off. Maybe he’d been wrong before? Maybe he was better off with a bigger ass? A girl whistled behind him and he snorted with delight. Fuck yeah! The babes loved his bigger ass! They loved it! Besides, he might as well give the chicks something to dig their nails into when he drilled Pinocchio’s nose into their hot pussies!

In his euphoric state, he failed to notice that most of the heads he turned belonged to other guys and the women’s eyes were widening out of amusement rather than desire. Further, had he bothered to turn around, he would have noticed that his wolf-whistler was actually a big, burly male. But Levi’s swelling ego was nearly as big as his buttocks and he was oblivious to it all.

Daniel Ishikawa, the team’s center, was getting undressed at his locker when Levi strode up. He turned and did a double take when he saw him, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“Whoa, Levi! Get a load of you!” He paused and, noticing the black eye, nodded appreciatively. “Give ‘em hell, slugger!”

Levi smirked, unable to stop himself from flexing a bit and adopting a beefcake pose. “Ikr? If you got it, flaunt it. Isn’t that what they say?”

“Suuuuure,” Daniel drawled, eyebrows raised in amusement. “That’s one way to put it, I guess.” He paused, openly ogling Levi’s bod, eyebrows going higher when he spotted the Pinocchio tat perched above the barely noticeable bulge of his reduced penis. The shorts were really tight and left nothing to the imagination, a fact that didn’t work in Levi’s favor at that moment. Daniel’s mouth quirked and he goaded, “That’s a pretty bold statement, bro. You sure you got the goods to back it up?”

Levi followed Daniel’s gaze, cheeks coloring as he realized that Daniel was impugning his manhood. It was an insinuation he couldn’t let stand! He puffed himself up indignantly, using his superior height to loom over the shorter man. “Oh, I got the goods alright, Daniel. And the height to back ‘em up!”

It was both a lie and a vain attempt to bully Daniel into submission and it backfired spectacularly. Levi was hit simultaneously with a wave of disorientation and a shooting pain in his crotch. He collapsed against his locker, clutching at his crotch as the room spun around him. He was barely aware of Daniel’s grip on his arm, holding him up until the pain and nausea finally subsided a couple minutes later. When he finally snapped out of it, he realized the whole locker room had gone silent and all of the guys were staring at him with a mixture of amusement and mild concern. The back of his neck grew hot and he shrugged off Daniel’s grip, pretending like nothing was wrong. He was reaching to open the door of his locker when his hand hit metal where the handle should have been. Confused, he looked down and gave a little start of surprise.

The handle had moved higher on the locker door!

Puzzled, he stared at it, moving his hand up several inches to the new location of the latch.

“You Ok, dude?”

Levi looked over to meet Daniel’s gaze and jumped.

Daniel was taller! Several inches taller! Rather than being a good six inches shorter, he was now nearly as tall as Levi.

But that was impossible! Just a few minutes ago…

His mouth fell open and he stood up straighter, thinking he’d been slouching. But he was still nearly eye to eye with Daniel.

What the fuck?!

“Levi…?” Daniel’s hand was on him again. “What’s wrong, bro? Are you feeling Ok? You seem a bit…” His voice trailed off as his fingers started gently massaging Levi’s shoulder.

At first Levi found himself relaxing into the touch. Daniel’s hand was so big and strong, just like him. He was such a good friend! Yeah, Daniel Ishikawa was a really great guy. The best bro a dude could want. For a moment he forgot about the impossibility of Daniel growing taller and the latch on his locker moving upward and lost himself in the pure bliss of Daniel’s warm hand and probing fingers. Daniel moved his hand onto Levi’s neck and Levi let out a little moan of pleasure. When he opened his eyes, though, and saw the expression of flirtatious desire playing across the other man’s handsome face, he became instantly uncomfortable.

“What the fuck, dude?” he demanded, shoving Daniel away from him. “Are you a fucking faggot or sumthin’?!”

He didn’t hear Daniel’s indignant response because he was overcome with another blast of head-spinning vertigo just like the night before. He fell down onto all fours, chest heaving violently. He felt sick to his stomach but, as he hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast, nothing came out. He was left doing the dry heaves on the damp locker room floor until the wave of nausea passed.

This time, when he looked up at his teammates, he was overwhelmed not by embarrassment but by something far worse.

Lust.

Pure, redhot, throbbing lust.

He wanted every guy in there.

No, more than that, he wanted to be fucked by every guy in there, preferably at the same time. He wanted them to rip off his clothes and force him down onto his hands and knees and fuck him with their big, hot cocks until his hole was permanently gaping. He wanted–

“Levi?” Daniel started to reach down to help him up but Levi scuttled away from him.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” he screamed. He jumped up, face flaming with shame at the seething, driving need coursing through his veins like a gay poison. His knees were so weak, he had to grab onto the wall to steady himself. He felt worse than he ever remembered feeling before.

Gay?

Him?

He wasn’t gay!

He liked girls.

No, he fuckin’ loved girls!

He was a fuckin’ pussy hound!

With his huge fuckstick and macho, hetero ‘tude, the girls threw themselves at him and he loved it.

LOVED IT!!!

He closed his eyes, buoyed by the irrefutable knowledge of his ironclad heterosexuality. When he opened them again, he felt better. He squared his shoulders and, studiously ignoring Daniel’s attempts to engage him, proceeded to get ready for practice.

He did pretty well for a while, too, nearly succeeding in getting suited up before he had another meltdown. He was clumsy because everything was at the wrong height and had to focus really hard to keep from losing his balance. The fact that his clothes obviously didn’t fit right anymore didn’t help. He stripped out of his tank top and pulled on his long-sleeved UnderArmour shirt, forehead wrinkling when he realized the sleeves were far longer than he remembered. His jersey was both too tight across the shoulders (had his shoulders widened?) and too bulky around the middle.

It was when he slid off his little red shorts, though, that he nearly lost it.

His dick!

His precious dick!

His pride and joy!

Pinocchio’s dangling nose!

What had happened to it?

It was even smaller and skinnier than that morning. Worse, his formerly huge, low-hangers were decidedly shrunken and pulled up tight in his smaller sac.

He barely looked average down there anymore.

No, not even average.

Smaller than average.

He cursed his decision to have all of his pubic hair permanently removed. His Pinocchio now suffered from an underbite and lacked any discernible chin. His hairless nutsac and groin looked cartoonish and not in the way he’d originally intended when he got that fucking tattoo.

The locker room was nearly empty by then and he could hear the coach yelling his name. Even though he wanted to hide under a rock for the rest of his life, he forced himself to set aside his alarm at his shriveling manhood and step into his jockstrap.

The pouch was laughably empty, the fabric barely revealing a hint of a bulge underneath. He clenched his jaw and tugged on his tights, grimacing at the way they hugged his big booty. There was a cruel irony in the fact that his ass was growing bigger even as his manhood was shrinking down to preadolescence. He had to fight off the urge to stuff a sock down his jock to replace his missing bulge. He thought he’d talked himself out of it when he found himself grabbing a pair and jamming them down in front, positioning the fabric into a facsimile of a package.

It was the most humiliating feeling in the world.

He’d been reduced to faking his size.

Him! Levi Driskel! The hung god!

No more.

***

Chapter 2

Practice was horrible.

Levi kept fumbling the ball and could barely run. His balance was off and he couldn’t get his arms and legs to work in coordination. He felt like a gawky, teenage kid again…a gawky, teenage kid with a huge bottom. Throughout practice, he was painfully aware of his big buttocks chugging along behind him like an oversized caboose. The fact that his big butt was the target of a lot of unwanted attention from his teammates didn’t help. By the time practice was over, he was choking back tears.

He took a really long time stretching, making certain that he waited long enough for the showers to be empty by the time he struggled off the field. The last thing he wanted was for his teammates to see him naked like this. He’d never live down the embarrassment!

His butt was not his only worry; he couldn’t stop obsessing about his shrinking cock. There had to be ways to make his dick grow long and fat again! He resolved to devote the afternoon scouring the Internet for penis enlargement treatments. There was no way he could spend the rest of his life this small. Having a big dick was a cornerstone of his identity and he wasn’t about to let it go. If he had to leave the country and go to Mexico for experimental treatments, he would do so. He would do anything to be big again!

The pride he’d felt earlier strutting across campus was a distant memory. Poof! It had evaporated just like that and now he hated everything about himself. With each step, his new, embarrassing changes were readily apparent. The sock stuffed inside the pouch of his jock had slipped out and all he could was empty air down there. And then there was the ponderous sway of his huge ass. The increased mass of each cheek was enough to throw him off balance and he had to walk with exaggerated care. Running was out of the question. How would he function as the quarterback if he couldn’t sprint? Quarterbacks were supposed to be long and lean, fast runners who were agile on their feet. With a butt this big, he would be a joke on the field. The coach would remove him from his coveted position if he didn’t find a way to make his butt shrink back down to normal. He reached back and squeezed his oversized melons, grimacing. Would liposuction work?

He nearly suffered a meltdown when he turned and examined his buttocks in the mirror, seeing that they were so huge that they rendered his white football tights transparent. The white straps of his jock were clearly visible beneath the overstretched Lycra; they framed the bloated globes perfectly, drawing even more attention down there. It was obscene! And his thighs! Jesus, they were like stumpy tree trunks! Talk about thunder thighs! He had to get rid of them fast if ever wanted to regain his reputation as a top stud. Studs didn’t have huge butts and hulking thighs…and small dicks! But what could he do?

He thought about it for a while but was too anxiety-ridden to come up with anything. With supreme effort, he forced himself to set this dilemma aside for now. He was sweaty and stinky from practice and needed to clean up. Once he was dressed, he’d think of something. He was supposed to tutor Cassius in organic chemistry that afternoon; maybe the little guy could help him strategize? Cassius was the only person that Levi could imagine talking to about this problem. Yeah, that was it! He’d talk to Cassius and they could brainstorm together. Plus, he could always threaten to beat up the little shit if he thought about blabbing to anyone. He grinned to himself; being bigger and taller than most guys had its advantages. 

The showers were blessedly empty when he entered. He stripped out of his practice clothes and studiously avoided looking down at himself as he showered. The hot water was soothing to his bruised ego and after a while he found himself relishing the feeling of the water as it cascaded over his naked body. He arched his back and soaped up his buttocks, shivering with inadvertent pleasure when his fingertips scored his tender hole. His ass cheeks were so full and heavy! It was such an unexpected and alien sensation that it got him turned on. Soon, he was sporting a full-on erection. When he cradled his cock in his free hand, though, he jerked back in surprise.

His hardon couldn’t be more than five inches long, if that.

His cock was only half the size it had been only yesterday!

What…?

“Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting?”

Levi’s head snapped up and, to his undying shame, he found himself trapped in Daniel Ishikawa’s bemused gaze. He jerked his hands over his crotch but it was too late; the damage had already been done.

Daniel was wearing only a towel wrapped precariously around his beefy waist. He was a big guy with a big gut to match, although when he was on the field he still managed to move with surprising speed. His muscular arms and chest were covered in bold tattoos, something that made him seem even more intimidating than his rather modest stature would suggest. As Levi cowered under the spray of the shower, clutching his much-reduced manhood, Daniel swaggered into the room, taking up position at the shower next to him. Levi shivered as he watched Daniels’ hands drop to the towel, preparing to remove it. He knew he should flee the showers, that something strange was going on, but he couldn’t make himself move.

As if he had all the time in the world, Daniel nonchalantly craned his neck, looking over Levi’s shoulder and down at his greatly swollen butt cheeks. “Did you get implants, bro?” he teased. “‘Cuz I’ve never seen an ass that big on a guy.”

The taunt was too much for Levi. He couldn’t let himself be dominated by Daniel Ishikawa! Not by a little, pudgy dude who was merely the team center! Levi was the quarterback! He was the big man on campus! He drew himself up to his full height (which was now only perhaps an inch taller than Daniel) and spat, “It’s nothing compared to yer fat gut!” He unconsciously sucked in his stomach as he said this, displaying his striated abs. Those perfectly delineated ridges were his pride and joy. “Yer pathetic!”

Daniel’s eyes danced with merriment at the rather lame attempt to deflect and he was opening his mouth to reply when Levi doubled over, howling in pain. A stabbing pain hit him like a punch in the gut and he clutched at his stomach only to recoil in horror as he felt the impossible happen: His abs were disappearing!

They were fucking disappearing!

Just like that, they were gone.

His belly thrummed beneath his fingers and his tight, perfect six ab evaporated as pound after pound of soft, squishy fat poured into the space between muscle and skin. It was the most terrifying and bizarre feeling and it left Levi whimpering in confusion and alarm.

The bloating showed no sign of abating, though, and soon his belly was pushing out, out, out, developing into a sizable paunch in the matter of seconds. He screamed, clawing at it, trying to get it to stop but to no avail. By the time it was over, he was sporting a perfectly rounded, basketball-sized belly.

His killer abs were gone forever.

***

“What were you just sayin’ ‘bout my gut?” Daniel asked with feigned lightness. “Looks like you need to lay off the carbs, bro.”

Levi was holding his round belly, hefting it in both hands and gaping at it in disbelief. Daniel’s stomach was flat by comparison. He was in such a state of shock that he didn’t even notice his pecs had more than doubled in size as well…and that he now stood several inches shorter than Daniel.

It was true. Levi was now officially a short guy with a belly and a rack to balance out his bloated behind. When viewed from the side, his profile was quite striking…something that Daniel couldn’t fail to notice. As he watched little Levi standing there, mewling in confusion and alarm, his expression gradually shifted from amusement to desire. He reached down and started kneading his groin beneath the towel, a slow grin spreading across his handsome face.

“There, there, lil’ bro,” he soothed, dropping his other hand onto Levi’s shoulder. He squeezed, pleasantly surprised by the new muscles that he sprouted on the shrunken dude’s frame. Levi’s shoulders were now quite wide. Daniel couldn’t believe this stout little guy was the formerly tall, lean and ripped quarterback. The change was both severe and not entirely displeasing; he realized he preferred Levi this way.

Levi’s lower lip quivered as he looked up at Daniel with the biggest, saddest blue eyes. He was so adorably cute that it nearly took Daniel’s breath away. “Wha-wha-what’s h-h-h-happening to meeee?” Levi whined, his voice now a half octave higher. Daniel thought it was both pathetic and cute how Levi stood up on his tiptoes as he spoke, trying vainly to match Daniel’s now superior height.

“Dunno,” Daniel said, shrugging. “But yer hella cute, bro. Suck my cock?” He dropped his towel, displaying his thick, uncut schlong. It was massively erect.

Levi’s eyes went wide and he struggled to get away but Daniel’s grip on his shoulder was firm and he soon felt his knees buckle as he was pushed inexorably downward. In a few moments, he was kneeling in front of Daniel, looking up at the dude’s fat, meaty cock with pleading eyes. The shower spray rained down on him, washing away the tears rolling down his rosy cheeks.

“Go on, baby. Suck it,” Daniel commanded. “Suck my cock.”

Levi had no choice. He opened his mouth and Daniel thrust in his hot, pulsing member. Stars exploded inside Levi’s head as he realized he was sucking another guy’s cock. Not only that, he was enjoying it. As soon as that fat knob met his tongue, he was teasing back the dude’s long, tapering foreskin and doing his best to drive Daniel wild with the best blowjob of his entire life. It was like he’d been sucking cocks for years and he was overwhelmed by the singular desire to please his man. Please his big, strong, beefy man. That was his job; it was what he was made for.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

It didn’t take long before Daniel’s salty, milky jizz rocketed against the back of his throat and Levi was swallowing cum like a seasoned whore. He slurped it down with gusto, still titillating the big jock’s glans with the tip of his tongue as Daniel bellowed in ecstasy.

When it was over and Levi had drained every last drop of cum from Daniel’s hose, he fell back on his big, soft buttocks and looked up at the jock he’d just serviced. Daniel was slumped against the tiled wall, eyes closed, chest heaving and cock still hard as a rock. He cracked an eyelid and regarded Levi, a calculating expression on his face.

“Y-Y-You w-w-w-won’t tell nobody ‘bout this, w-w-w-will ya, Daniel?” Levi stuttered, appalled at how soft and delicate his voice sounded to his ears.

“Naw, ‘course not, baby,” Daniel replied, pushing himself off the wall and turning off the shower. His eyes drifted past Levi, focusing behind him as he finished, “It’ll be our little secret.”

For some reason, these words struck Levi as ominous and he looked over his shoulder with trepidation. His heart stopped and he gave a squeak of surprise when he spotted four of the team’s biggest, tallest and stockiest defensive linemen looming behind him. They were all naked and jacking their huge cocks. All, that is, except for the one who was holding an iPhone trained directly on Levi. The big jocks had not only seen but also filmed the whole scene.

***

After servicing Daniel and the other four jocks at least a half dozen times, they finally allowed him to leave. Levi dressed in humiliated silence as the big guys watched him try to squeeze his huge ass back into his little running shorts. It was a futile effort, though, and in the end he was forced to waddle out of the locker room wearing only his football tights (unlaced in front because his belly was now so big) and a tiny tank top that didn’t cover his huge belly. He labored across campus, tears streaming down his face and sniffling to himself as people turned and stared and openly snickered. His newly enlarged belly had bloated even bigger from the gallons of jock cum he’d just swallowed; it sloshed around in his big tummy making him feel nauseous.

Adding insult to injury, his phone buzzed when he was halfway across the diag. With difficulty, he extracted it from his tights and stared down at the screen. There was a notification that he’d been tagged in a post on Twitter. Chest clenching with premonition, he swiped his finger across the screen and unlocked his phone.

His worst fears were confirmed.

A video started playing as soon as he opened up the app. The caption read, “Team quarterback taking loads from the team.” Levi stared in horror at the view of himself from behind, his huge ass cheeks splayed wide open as he hungrily slurped Daniel’s cock. The video panned around the side, taking in the full grandeur of Levi’s profile before zooming in on his face. His eyes were closed in sublime pleasure as he sucked dick with wild abandon. It was clear to anyone who viewed the video that Levi wasn’t just pretending; he really, really enjoyed giving head.

It was official.

Levi Driskel was now a cockslut.

A cockslut and a whore.

***

Chapter 3

Levi texted Cassius. When his friend didn’t reply right away, he called. There was no answer so he tried calling again. Still no answer. In desperation, he messaged him on WhatsApp, Facebook and Kik. He was about to call him for a third time when he got a terse reply.

>>Busy. I’ll call you tomorrow.<<

Levi cursed under his breath, choking back tears. He had to talk to Cassius right now! It was an emergency! He needed his friend’s help. After the humiliating experience in the locker room (now made ignominiously public on Twitter), he needed to talk to someone. Cassius was not only a compassionate friend but he was pre-med, too, which meant he might know what was happening to Levi’s body. Yeah, that was it! Cassius was the key to solving this horrible predicament.

>>NEED U NOW<< he texted. >>WHERE R U<<

There was a pause and then, >>I told you I’m busy now leave me alone<<

Levi howled when he read the text. How could Cassius do this to him? He’d thought they were friends! He was about to send an indignant reply when he realized something: Cassius had neglected to turn off location tracking on WhatsApp. He sighed in relief when he realized it was an easy matter to pin down his friend’s current address and in a few seconds he succeeded in finding him.

Cassius was at the university’s ob/gyn clinic.

Wait.

Why the ob/gyn clinic?

Levi scratched his head. Cassisus didn’t have a girlfriend that he knew of but maybe he was accompanying a friend to the clinic for some reason? Yeah, that must be it. Cassius was busy helping a friend. He pumped his little fist in the air and waddled off toward the clinic with new resolve. If Cassius had time to help one friend, he could help Levi out as well. After all, Levi was worth it!

***

The clinic had just closed when he got there and he sighed in exasperation. He’d been so close! Fuck, how would he track down Cassius now? He stomped up the steps and peered inside but the place was dark. He was turning to go when he realized he wasn’t alone. A really tall, beefy dude was standing in an alcove next to the door. He was truly immense, huge frame replete with muscles. For some reason this had an unaccountable effect on Levi; his heart started thudding in his chest and his little pecker chubbed up. As he watched breathlessly, the dude groaned and hunched his shoulders, turning his back to Levi and tapping madly on his phone.

Levi covertly moved to the side so he could get a better view of this virile stud. The big jock was bearded and burly, a serious brute. Shit, the big ox had to be at least six and half feet tall! Talk about a serious alpha dawg! Levi felt both envious and appreciative at the same time. 

Envious because, until that day, he had been nearly as tall as this guy. And appreciative because the man was extraordinarily good looking. With a square jaw and full beard, he exuded potent masculinity. His thick, brown hair was swept back in a style similar to Levi’s but somehow on him it looked even manlier. His shoulders were incredibly wide and muscular and his chest thrust out against his overly tight t-shirt, displaying two of the biggest, squarest pecs that Levi had ever seen. Every ridge and bump of his abs was visible beneath the thin, clinging fabric of his shirt. And his waist. Fuck, talk about a tapered waist! The man had the perfect proportions: Broad shoulders, narrow waist and powerful legs. From his vantage point, Levi had a stellar profile view of the guy and he could see that even his firm buttocks were square and defined, pushing his jeans to the limit. There was no doubt about it; this guy was stacked!

By this point, Levi’s little cock was straining in his football tights. His cheeks reddened as the gay lust pulsing through his veins built to a fever pitch. He was completely smitten by this big jock and he had to fight the urge to get down on his knees and blow him.

Realizing his mouth was hanging open, he closed it and forced himself to turn away. The last thing he wanted was to humiliate himself again. Besides, this guy was clearly straight; there was no way a fag could be that masculine!

“Levi?”

He jumped, skin prickling at the sound of that voice. It was an octave deeper than he remembered but it was unmistakable.

“C-C-C-Cassius?” he stammered, turning back to gape up at the giant man. “W-W-W-What h-h-h-happened to you? H-H-How…?”

The jock stopped him with a huge hand on his shoulder. He fixed him with those gorgeous brown eyes, rumbling, “I don’t know. Something weird’s happenin’ to me.” He was shrugging his massively muscled shoulders when he stopped and leaned down closer to examine Levi, eyes widening. “Shit, man! Looks like whatever it is got to you, too. ‘Cept it’s affecting you differently. Oh, and that’s a nice shiner, btw. Guess I can take credit for it.” He smiled, scratching his great head thoughtfully while still studying Levi. Levi shivered when those sexy eyes traveled down the length of his body, thick eyebrows shooting upward as they took in the enormity of his changes. He flushed bright red when Cassius’ hand on his shoulder tightened and he spun Levi around to examine his inflated buttocks. “Fuuuuuck, dude!” he breathed. “Now that’s a booty! I barely recognize you anymore.”

Levi swallowed and hung his head in shame.

When he didn’t reply, Cassius exhaled softly, chucking him under the chin. “You look cute, dude. Super cute. If I were still gay, I’d totally be into you.”

Levi scowled and started to complain but then stopped short. “Wait. What d’ya mean, if you were ‘still’ gay?”

Cassius’ mouth quirked. “Yeah, weird ain’t it? That’s one of the stranger things that’s happened to me.” He held out his girthy arms and looked down at his vastly enhanced physique. “The changes aren’t all physical, dude. I was gay until this morning. Now all I can think ‘bout is gettin’ some pussy.” He pulled a face, complaining, “Ugh. Would ya listen to me! I sound just like you.” He playfully batted Levi on the shoulder when he squawked in protest at this slight, continuing, “But seriously, bro, I sure could sure use some big boobies in my face!”

Now it was Levi’s turn to shudder. He was repulsed not only by the thought of pussy and boobs but also by the fact that he no longer found either the least bit attractive. If Cassius had turned into a pussy hound, then he was the opposite: All he could think about was cock! And the bigger the better. What the fuck was wrong with him?

He glanced up and caught Cassius checking him out again and colored. “Jesus, bro,” his friend praised, “you are the cutest lil’ gym bunny I’ve ever seen. If only I were still gay! You’d totally be my type!”

Levi bridled, stung by these words and their implications. Gym bunny?! Ugh! “‘Cute’?!” he spat. “Fuck! I don’t wanna be cute! And I don’t give a fuck if yer straight ‘cuz I’m not gay!” He looked down at his shrunken and inflated body, shaking with humiliation. He was so overwhelmed that he didn’t notice that with this lie–He was gay now, after all; totally and incontrovertibly gay and he knew it!–his groin twitched and pulled in on itself as his little cocklet retracted even further. “I’m a jock and stud!” he whimpered. “Or at least I used to be…” His voice broke off as the tears he’d held at bay started pouring down his cheeks. He gave up on trying to act macho and held his head in his hands and sobbed.

“Awww, buddy,” Cassius soothed, pulling him in for a tight hug and rubbing his huge hands over his back. “S’Ok. We’ll figure this out. We’ll make it better, I swear! I want my old body back, too.”

Levi’s head was spinning with the pure luxury of being pressed against Cassius’ tight, muscular body and inhaling his rich, masculine scent. It took everything he had to resist unbuttoning the dude’s skintight jeans and liberating his cock. If the size of the bulge pressing against his chest was any gauge, the beefy stud was packing serious meat down there. Levi’s mouth watered at the thought of swallowing his sweet and salty loads…but, no! Cassius was straight! And his friend! He’d already humiliated himself enough today; the last thing he wanted was to alienate Cassius now by trying to give him a blowjob.

Pushing his lusty gay thoughts aside for the moment, Levi choked off the tears and stared up at Cassius, asking in a quavery voice, “W-W-What d’you think is goin’ on with us, Cass?” He looked around as he said this and, belatedly remembering that they were standing in front of the ob/gyn clinic, demanded, “And why’re you here anyway?”

Cassius’ eyes twinkled at the shortening of his name and his lips curved into a smile. He observed Levi, weighing his reply carefully before saying, “As for your first question, I have no idea but it can’t be a coincidence that we both changed after the party last night. And, as to your second question, I’m surprised you didn’t know about me.”

“Know what?”

Cassius’ smile deepened. “Dude, I’m trans. This is my doctor’s office. She came in special today just to see me when I called her in a panic. Turns out she couldn’t help. Told me to go see a urologist!”

Levi’s eyes went round. “You’re t-t-t-trans? You mean…?”

“Yup, I was born with lady parts.”

It took a while for this information to soak in. Levi’s brain was thrashing through the ramifications of this revelation. He’d never thought for a moment that Cassius was trans! Oh, sure, he’d been small and a bit dainty (until today) but there was nothing about him that tipped Levi off that he wasn’t biologically a male. He thought back furiously, searching his memory for clues that he’d missed, but came up dry. He’d known Cassius since their freshman year when the dude had first shown up at the university’s tutoring center. They were complete opposites but had become friends nonetheless. Cassius wasn’t his best bud by any stretch but he was still someone whose friendship he valued. Before today he wouldn’t have admitted it but Cassius was a really great guy and he liked him a lot.

“That’s good, bro,” Cassius commented as he took in Levi’s confused reaction. “It means I’m stealth. If a cis dude like you couldn’t tell, that means I can pass. It’s a relief, actually. ‘Course, now you know why I would never go to the gym with you and risk the locker room.” He paused, smiling, before adding, “Now, though…”

Levi’s mouth was dry and his tongue felt swollen. He swallowed, choking, “Now what?”

Cassius arched a bushy eyebrow. “Jesus, bro, do I have to spell it out for you?”

Levi flushed, looking down. His color deepened when his gaze landed on his perky, basketball-sized belly. He felt like such a little, fat freak compared to Cassius. Realizing that his friend was waiting for his reply, he said meekly, “I guess so. I have no idea what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Until last night, I had a cunt,” Cassius stated indelicately, “and now I have a cock.”

Levi’s gaze snapped back to his friend’s face. “A…c-c-c-c–” he couldn’t make himself finish. His poor brain felt like it was about to implode. He was so confused! What the fuck was going on? And what the fuck was Cassius talking about? Trans? Cunt? Cock? It was all too much to process.

While he was reeling with confusion, Cassius looked around carefully to be sure no one was around and then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Glancing around one last time, he peeled his jeans down his thighs, revealing a tiny pair of bikini briefs underneath. They were an incongruous pink and bulging ridiculously in the mad attempt to contain the behemoth straining to break free. The thickest, blackest bush of kinky pubic hair poured out of the top and sides of the briefs. 

As Levi stared with rapt attention at that giant tumescence, his friend flipped the waistband of his briefs down. Levi recoiled in shock as the biggest cock in the world burst forth, springing out like a jack-in-the-box only to flop down heavily beneath Cassius’ muscular thighs. Flaccid, it was at least two feet long and thicker than Levi’s arm.

“This is what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, bro. This is why I don’t need an ob/gyn anymore. This is why I’m now officially cis. This,” he announced in a hushed tone, “is what’s become of my man cunt.”

Levi’s mouth was hanging open. He felt like he was going to pass out with lust. His tiny one-incher was furiously erect and drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. He had never seen a cock that glorious before. It was the biggest, fattest, most beautiful appendage in the world. Its skin was dark, mocha brown and it sported a long, thick, dangling foreskin. That monster cock was stupendous enough but the giant, hairy bull-balls swaying languorously underneath were equally as impressive. Both guys stared downward in amazement, Levi with desire and Cassius with dismay.

“I miss my cunt, dude.”

Startled, Levi squeaked, “What?! Why?”

Cassius shrugged, stuffing the oversized sausage back into the pouch of his briefs with difficulty. “‘Cuz this…thing…is ugly and big and it stinks. Smegma! I got smegma, dude! It’s the worst!” He made a face before continuing, “And it gets hard all the time! I mean, wtf? How am I ‘sposed to live like this? I don’t even know how it works! Believe me, bro, cunts are a lot easier to deal with.” He winced, jumping up and down several times as he tried to zip up his jeans. He was only partially successful, though, and had to leave his top button unfastened. His bulge looked even bigger encased in those jeans than it had hanging out. 

Levi felt like he was going to faint; the desire to stuff every fat inch of that massive schlong in his mouth was overpowering. He would have toppled over if Cassius hadn’t caught him by the elbow.

“Levi? Bro?” he asked, worried. “You Ok?”

Panting, Levi fought to catch his breath. “No, I’m not Ok,” he said finally, placing his pudgy hands on his hips and wincing as they melted into the soft folds of his muffin top. “I’m a mutant dwarf with a huge ass and a big belly and tiny prick. And you’re…you’re…you’re…” his voice trailed off as he tried to contain his anger. He was unsuccessful, though, and it poured out of him in a tidal wave of red hot rage,  “AND YOU’RE A TOTAL FUCKING STUD!!! IT’S NOT FAIR! I’M THE STUD! I’M THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS! NOT YOU!”

In the heat of frustration, he started pounding his tiny fists against Cassius’ rock hard abs. The big jock didn’t stop him, though, and let Levi pound away as hard as he could until he finally wore himself out and had to stop. He gasped for air, fists still tapping ineffectually against that steel plate of pure man muscle. Tears were sliding down his plump cheeks again but he lacked the will to wipe them away.

“Shhhh, bro,” Cass soothed, massaging his shoulders. “I feel ya. Believe me, I feel ya. And I agree. I don’t wanna be stuck like this for the rest of my life, either. I hate pretty much everything about this body.”

“Easy for you to say,” Levi sobbed. “You’re big and beautiful and hung like a fuckin’ stallion!”

There was a little pause and then, “You think I’m beautiful, bro?”

Levi froze. Shit! Why had he said that? He frantically tried to figure out how to walk it back but, in the end, gave up. For the first time that day, he didn’t lie about his new sexual orientation. For the first time, he admitted it out loud.

“Yes, Cass,” he said, sniffling pitifully. “I lied earlier. I’m gay and I would like nothing more than to suck your big, beautiful cock!”

***

Chapter 4

Cassius smiled. “You wanna suck my cock, huh? Well, careful what ya ask for. If I doin’t fuck some pussy soon, I might just take ya up on that offer.” He laughed, patting Levi fondly on the cheek, before continuing, “But seriously, bro, I’m flattered. Like I said, if I were still gay, I’d be fucking that huge, ripe bottom right here and right now.”

Levi hung his head. “I hate myself. I hate everything about myself!”

Cassius sighed. “While I admit it’s pretty fucked up what’s happened to us,” he said, steering Levi by the shoulder off of the steps and down the walkway, “you can take it from a guy who until yesterday looked pretty much like you do now, it’s ain’t all bad being short and stocky.”

“I don’t see what’s good about it!”

“Well, you get lots of attention from guys for one. Gay guys love short dudes!” When Levi made no reply to this, Cassius looked down at him and noticed his cheeks had gone bright red. “I see you’ve already figured that one out for yourself. Did some guy pop yer gay cherry already?”

“NO!” Levi objected a little too strenuously. He sighed, shoulders falling, before digging out his phone and opening the Twitter app. Holding it wordlessly out to Cassius, he played the short clip of him servicing the football team.

Cassius took the phone and watched the video, brows furrowing. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and burst out angrily, “Those FUCKERS! They can’t do that to you, Levi! That’s fucked up!”

Levi hung his head. “I kinda liked it.”

“You what?” Cassius stopped, turning to face him with his arms crossed.

Levi forced himself to lift his head and fixed Cassius with his forlorn gaze. “I liked it, Cass. I like being humiliated. And I really like sucking cock! That’s why I hate myself so much. I’m turning into a big gay freak!”

Cassius’ brown eyes were glued to his face. Finally, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “You’re not a freak, Levi. Now, come on. Let’s go back to my place where we can strategize in comfort. These tight jeans are really busting my balls. How can men wear clothes like this? Guys should be the ones in dresses.”

Levi scowled, casting a covert, longing glance at Cassius’ monster bulge. “Most guys aren’t hung like you. In fact, I’m pretty sure no one else in the entire world is hung like you.”

***

When they reached his apartment, Cassius changed into a bathrobe–the only item of clothing he owned that he could wear now with some element of comfort–and then spent an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom. Levi chewed the inside of his lip when he heard the thunderous echo of his friend’s piss reverberating through the bathroom and out into the living room. The pissing went on forever, growing in intensity until Levi felt like he was listening to Niagra Falls. When it finally tapered off to a trickle, he heaved a sigh of relief. His little cocklet was throbbing fiercely in his tights and he looked down with chagrin to see a spreading wet spot on the front. He couldn’t help it! The mere thought of Cassius’ giant cock languishing without his lips around it was torture!

“Jesus, bro! How do you do it?” Cassius asked when he finally emerged from the bathroom, pulling at the belt of his bathrobe in the attempt to tie it around his vastly expanded bulk. It didn’t work; his firehouse cock and pendulous balls were still perfectly visible through the gap, slapping against his knees. His cock was so long that, even if the bathrobe had been big enough to cinch around his waist, most of his foreskin and his bulbous glans could still be spied swinging under the hem. It was both ridiculous and outrageous that he’d been gifted with such a giant organ while Levi had been cursed with only the tiniest of knobs!

Realizing his mouth was hanging open and a rope of drool was dangerously close to dribbling out, Levi swallowed and shook himself. “Uh, how do I do what?”

“Take a piss!” Cassius answered, shaking his shaggy head. “I can’t sit down and piss anymore ‘cuz…it…splashes in the bowl.” He nodded downward at his mammoth cock. “And if I stand, I gotta hold onto it with both hands and even then I can barely control it. I just spent ten minutes mopping up the floor!”

Levi scowled. “I tole ya already, dude! Your dick’s not normal! I’ve never seen a guy with a cock that big!” He forced his gaze away from his friend’s tantalizing organ swaying in the breeze, muttering, “I used to be hung but even I wasn’t a fraction of yer size.”

“Huh? Is that so?” Cassius said, shrugging his big shoulders. “That’s weird. I wonder why it’s so big?”

“Dude,” Levi pleaded, “can we not talk ‘bout this? And can you sit down or something? I can’t stand looking at yer monster cock anymore. It’s making me horny and pissed off at the same time.”

Cassius’ eyebrows lifted and he hurriedly sat down at the kitchen table, carefully arranging his junk so it was out of Levi’s line of sight. “Sorry ‘bout that, bro!” he said, patting the tabletop to encourage Levi to join him. “That was insensitive of me. How ‘bout if you tutor me in organic chemistry? That’ll take yer mind off of things.”

Levi looked askance at his friend, noting how his giant frame dwarfed everything, the chair, the table, even the room. He looked like a grownup sitting on doll’s furniture in a doll house and, even though his massive cock and balls were now hidden from view, it did little to improve Levi’s mood. Finally, though, he let out a long sigh and shuffled over. Settling his big, wide bottom down on the chair, he waited patiently for Cassius to dig his textbook out of his backpack.

“Thanks for doing this, man.”

Levi looked over and promptly drowned in the soft depths of Cassius’ dreamy brown eyes. He looked away, angry at himself for the gay feelings stimulating his cocklet to resume leaking pre. As it being gay and big-bottomed and short-cocked wasn’t bad enough, the one guy he wanted more than anything was straight. How was he supposed to live like this?

“What’s wrong, bro?”

Cassius’ hand was on his shoulder. The big man’s touch was like fire and Levi shrugged it off, pulling away and refusing to answer.

“C’mon, bro,” Cassius coaxed. “Talk to me! I’m yer buddy, remember? And I’ve been cursed, too. We gotta stick together if we’re gonna fix this thing. ‘Sides, I got a test on Monday and I’ll never pass it without yer help. This chemistry shit is Greek to me.”

Levi scowled but, try as he might, he was too susceptible to Cassius’ allure. He realized with a shudder that he would do anything–anything!–the big man asked him to do. Worse, he didn’t even require an ask. In fact, he would prefer it if Cassius didn’t ask permission to do anything and simply used Levi and his plump little body for a cumrag. He sighed, painfully aware of his tiny erection and the fact he couldn’t stop staring at his big, beautiful friend.

When Cassius moved his hand onto his arm and squeezed, Levi shivered. “I want you, Cass,” he mumbled in a tiny voice. “I want you bad.”

Cassius smiled sadly and Levi flushed both out of embarrassment and desire. “I know, dude,” the big, sexy brute rumbled. “And I’m sorry. You have no idea how much I wish I could satisfy you.” He took a deep breath and sighed heavily, concluding, “But this body is straight now and I couldn’t fuck you if I wanted to. You gotta believe me, though, when I say I’d do anything to change back for you.”

Tears were threatening to well up again and Levi had to screw his eyes shut to stop them. He had never felt so awful, on fire with lust and burning with humiliation at the same time. It was too much for his battered ego. Too much! When Cass opened the textbook, suggesting that they try to think about something else and focus on studying, he couldn’t stand it any longer and blurted out, “Darn right you need to study! Yer lucky ya got a fuckin’ Einstein like me to help ya out or you’d fuckin’ flunk out all yer classes!”

It was his battered ego’s pathetic attempt to boost him up at Cassius’s expense and they both knew it. He felt bad as soon as he said it and wished fervently he’d just kept his mouth shut. Alienating Cassius right now was the last thing he wanted!

Unfortunately for him, though, the curse was still very much active and, even as the words flew out of his mouth, Levi felt his brain contract. He clutched his skull, screaming in agony as he felt the impossible happening: His brain began to shrink! He could almost feel his thoughts draining out of his mind as his IQ declined precipitously, going from a solid 120 down to 80 in seconds. By the time the curse had finished its dirty work, Levi would never again be considered bright or even reasonably intelligent. No, he was now dull as a butter knife and just about as interesting.

When he straightened, hands falling away from his now much thicker head, his brow contorted, sloping backward in simian manner. It was inevitable! With a brain only a fraction of its original size, his skull reshaped itself to accommodate the shriveled organ.

Cassius drew back in alarm when he beheld Levi’s beady, blue eyes staring back at him, overshadowed by a heavy browline. He despaired as he watched his friend’s gaze grow steadily more vapid until it was as empty and unencumbered as a spacious blue sky.

“Levi? Bro?” Cassius asked, forehead wrinkling. “You Ok?”

Levi smiled, a big, goofy grin spreading across his apelike face. “Fuck yeah, dude bro! Fuggin’ ah-some!”

Alarmed, Cassius started to reach out to him but at that moment was hit by the reciprocal wave of the curse and his IQ increased by 40 points, rendering him an instant genius. He blinked, confusion melting away as abstract and complex concepts that had previously evaded his grasp suddenly became elementary. He looked down at the chemistry text in amazement, realizing that he not only understood the lesson perfectly but, just by glancing at the pages, he could memorize all of the words photographically and recall them with precise detail whenever he wished.

“Incredible!” he breathed, rubbing his temples with amazement. Brilliant thoughts scintillated through his mind, exploding like supernovas to reveal ever more penetrating insights. “I have never possessed such perspicacity before! In fact, I do believe I shall rewrite this book in a more cogent manner. It is sorely lacking in clarity, I’m afraid.”

He closed his mouth with a snap after uttering these sentences, eyes darting from the textbook to Levi’s dull gaze–Levi was sitting there, still smiling vacantly, mouth hanging open and drool sliding down his cheeks–as he put two and two together. Unlike Levi, who would have been hard-pressed to solve such a simple equation, Cassius understood what had just transpired perfectly.

“It’s the curse!” he exclaimed, clapping a big hand to his forehead. “I finally comprehend the full magnitude of its foul machinations, Levi! Whatever slights are inflicted upon your person are concomitantly loosed upon me in the obverse! How could I possibly have been so stupid?”

“Haha!” Levi giggled. “Thoopid! Yer so thoopid, brah!”

That was the wrong thing to say. This jest, mild as it was, activated the curse once again, causing his brain to contract further. (The curse didn’t care whether it was a joke or not. Each time Levi said something denigrating, it took effect. That’s the problem with curses in general: They don’t discriminate.) 

This time the contraction was less painful, probably because Levi didn’t have many brain cells left to lose. As his IQ slid further down the scale to settle just above cognitively incapacitated, his mind emptied and he found himself drifting happily in a fog of ignorance. He didn’t need to worry about anything ever again because worry was beyond his comprehension. He was just Levi. Little, plump, short-dicked, dumb Levi.

But poor Cassius! Intelligence may be a gift but too much of a good thing can be as bad as too little. He was suddenly saddled with all sorts of worries and concerns that had never occurred to him before. (Climate change! Unforeseen pandemics! Dirty bombs! Fundamentalism! Invasive species! Anti-democratic despots! Bad haircuts!) The weight of them was almost too much but somehow he managed to shove them aside long enough to focus on the most important matter at hand.

“We must endeavor to cease this affliction immediately!” he declared. “That malicious sorceress has transgressed beyond the realm of human decency!”

Levi wasn’t listening. While Cassius was spouting nonsense syllables that he couldn’t comprehend, he was reaching down beneath the table. He had one thing and one thing only on his mind and that was the bloated sausage swaying heavily between the legs of Cassius’ chair. Cassius’ massive organ was so long that its foreskin left a swirl of penile imprints on the wood floor each time he breathed. 

When Levi’s pudgy little fingers at last succeeded in clutching that stupendous piece of manhood, Cassius’ eyes rolled back in his head and all coherent thoughts drained out of his head. This time, though, it wasn’t the curse at work; it was merely hormones. You see, even the most intelligent man is rendered an idiotic ass when his cock takes over. This was a lesson that Cassius would be forced to relearn many, many times from that day forward.

“UNGH!” he moaned, his giant growing instantly erect in Levi’s soft fingers. Soon, it had lifted its heavy head and commenced banging against the underside of the table as spasm after spasm of arousal wracked Cassius’ magnificent body. 

Levi giggled, slipping off of his chair to take the behemoth in both hands. He opened his mouth and slicked back his buddy’s drooping foreskin to reveal the glistening glans concealed within. Despite that cockhead being the size of a softball when fully engorged, it was as if the curse had gifted Levi with a dislocatable jaw because he somehow managed to swallow it inside his gaping maw.

Cassius gasped and then bellowed like a besotted bull. Bursts of precum rocketed out of the sideways smile of his long, loose piss slit and, before he knew it, he had clutched Levi by the shoulders and yanked him forward, forcing as much of his girthy fuckstick inside his mouth as possible. Levi was a good little cumslut and managed to swallow nearly half of it before Cassius lost control and exploded with cum. By the time he’d emptied his entire load down his throat, Levi’s belly had more than doubled in size, expanding bigger than a beachball.

Cassius slumped back in his chair, cock still reverberating with the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life. By this time, both guys had big, stupid grins on their faces. Levi smirked proudly as he wiped Cassius’ spooge from his beard. He licked his hands clean, smacking his lips with satisfaction before scooting out from under the table and gingerly settling on his big bro’s wide lap.

Cassius sighed contentedly, forgetting for the moment that he wasn’t gay any longer, and pulled Levi against his mountainous chest. “That was quite a feat!” he praised, clapping him on the back, “I’ve been preoccupied with the notion that my excessive size would obviate the possibility of fellatio.” He thought for a moment before adding, “I mourn the fact of my reversed sexual orientation, though. This curse is particularly pernicious! It has rendered me incapable of loving you in the fashion you deserve.”

“Whatevs, brah,” Levi mumbled. Why did Cassius have to talk so much? And why did he insist on using all of those foreign words? “Suck ya off again?”

***

Contrary to Levi’s wishes, Cassius refrained from another go. Instead, his hunky bro disappeared into the bedroom and could be heard tapping furiously on his laptop. Just when Levi was about to wander in there to blow him, though, he emerged, smiling grimly and staring down at his phone.

“I believe I have succeeded in tracking down the whereabouts of the culprit,” he murmured. He looked up then and blushed when he saw that Levi had removed all of his clothing and was standing naked in front of him, fingering his tiny nub with a pinky. 

Embarrassed as he was, he still couldn’t stop himself from surveying the depredations the curse had wrought on his formerly tall, studly and hung friend. His mouth quirked with amusement when he spied the tattoo beneath the overhang of Levi’s round tummy. “I see that your Pinocchio finally achieved his fondest wish,” he commented drily. “No longer a puppet with a long, wooden protuberance, he’s now a real boy…complete with a perfect button for a nose!”

Levi grinned, not understanding a word, and continued fingering his nub.

Cassius bent down and retrieved Levi’s discarded clothes. Straightening, he handed them over and instructed, “There will be time for self-gratification later, my friend. At present, we need to hasten to the tavern.” Levi hunched his shoulders and glared mutinously up at him, his lower lip sticking out. “On second thought,” Cassius said, eyeing him speculatively, “before you attire yourself, let me endeavor to safeguard your person.” Turning, he extracted a black permanent marker from a drawer behind him. “Kindly turn around, Levi. This won’t take but a moment.” 

***

Chapter 5

Cassius led him into one of the bars near campus. When they arrived, everyone was dressed in costumes…except them.

“Fuck,” Cassius groaned. “I forgot it was Halloween.”

Levi looked up at his big friend, empty-headed and oblivious as ever. All he knew is that there were all kinds of people dressed up in provocative outfits and it got him excited.

He wasn’t the only one.

The atmosphere in the bar changed when Cassius waded into the crowd. It started out subtly but grew more noticeable as he moved toward the center of the room. Regardless of the onlooker’s sexual orientation, all eyes were glued to him and it wasn’t because he lacked Halloween attire. No, his massive size and undisputed masculine authority (and sensuousness) grabbed everyone’s attention. Standing at least six and a half feet tall and built like a monster truck on legs, he commanded respect…and interest. Even dull Levi could feel the erotic spark in the air as people took in the sheer magnificence of Cassius Trujillo.

Cassius’ flannel shirt and tight jeans were barely holding together as his muscles strained to break free. His hair was shaggy and unkempt but somehow the casual way it was swept back only made him more alluring. And, as if his giant frame and bulging muscles weren’t doing a good enough job of that already, his thick hair and dense, black beard amplified his virility.

And, of course, there was that god-sized bulge in his pants. His tree-like legs were so long that it meant the incredible mound of his tumescence was practically at eye level. No one could miss it.

Even their waiter was affected. He swaggered up to their table, dressed in a Robin Hood costume complete with a bow and quiver on his back and a feathered cap on his head. His green doublet had been cut short in front and in back for reasons that became abundantly clear a moment later.

“Hi! My name’s Ciaran and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you guys started with sumthin’ to drink?” He smiled, nonchalantly pushing his crotch forward. When they didn’t react–Cassius was too busy scolding Levi for unzipping his shorts and fondling his little nub in front of everyone–he cleared his throat. “Uh, yo? Guys?”

Levi reluctantly zipped up under Cassius’ stern gaze. He couldn’t help it! It was pure torture being so close to that big, fragrant hunk with a life-sized anaconda stuffed down his pantleg! Even when he possessed his full intellect, self-restraint was not his strong suit; now that he was practically braindead, he lacked even a modicum of propriety.

“Levi,” Cassius prompted, still perturbed. “Are you ready to order?”

Levi looked up and promptly drowned in the sultry gaze of the waiter. Tall and dark-haired, Ciaran looked a lot like Cassius. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t quite as tall or as muscular because Levi’s attention was drawn inexorably to the ample bulge in the front of his green tights. The full outline of his uncut schlong and big balls were proudly displayed for the world to see. Levi was so captivated that he reached out to–

“OW!” he yelped, rubbing his hand where Cassius had slapped it. “Why’d ya do dat?”

Cassius scowled, warning, “Kindly restrain yourself, Leviticus.” He took Levi’s hand and held it firmly down on the table before turning back to Ciaran apologetically. “I sincerely regret my friend’s impertinence. He is not normally so impulsive.”

Ciaran shrugged. “No biggie, man. As long as ya leave a big tip, I don’t mind bein’ groped. Everyone wants a piece of Robin Hood’s wood.” He paused and was opening his mouth to continue when he seemed to see Cassius for the first time. He blinked and, when he opened his eyes again, his expression had turned dreamy. He moved closer to the table and turned slightly. It wasn’t much but it was enough to expose the perky globes of his muscular butt encased in the sheer material of the tights. “As ya know,” he drawled, long eyelashes drifting downward to eye the giant lurking in Cassius’ jeans, “I’m all about taking loads from the rich and it looks like ya got more than enough to share.”

“Noted,” Cassius stated, gaze flattening. “I wonder what Maid Marian would say to that.”

Ciaran stared back blankly at this. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, nevermind!” Cassius huffed. “As difficult as it is to pass up such a tantalizing offer, I believe I shall refrain and order a quaff instead. Do you happen to have any Barsac? I prefer its delicate piquant flavor to the rather heavier and more cloying Sauternes.”

“Uh, is that a beer?” the waiter asked, perplexed by Cassius’ brushoff; he clearly wasn’t used to being turned down for sex. “Cuz’ I ain’t never heard of no Ballsac before.”

“That’s Barsac,” Cassius corrected, lip curling with distaste. “And it’s a wine variety, not a beer, you troglodyte.” He stopped then and, much to the waiter’s and Levi’s confusion, took his head in his hands and rocked back and forth in his chair while grimacing in distress. After a few moments, he recovered and looked up sheepishly at them. “I do apologize,” he said, “even I find myself unbearable in this state. It is imperative that I regain my formerly impaired intellect soon or I shall go stark, raving mad!”

“Noted,” Ciaran replied, parroting Cassius’ patrician tone. “Now about that drink…?”

“An ale,” Cassius snapped. “Whatever you have on tap. Oh, and a Shirley Temple for my friend here. With a little umbrella. Somehow, I suspect he will find that amusing.”

***

Cassius disappeared almost as soon as their drinks arrived. He waited just long enough to be sure the waiter was out of hand’s reach before announcing, “I have a meeting with an old friend. Wish me luck, will you? Both of our fates hang in the balance.” Turning to go, he lowered his voice and warned, “Please sit right here and do not move, Levi. I don’t want you getting in more trouble. Can you do that for me?” Levi nodded sullenly and Cassius smiled. “Good. Now be patient; I shan’t be long.”

With that he picked up his beer mug and stalked off, leaving Levi to play with the paper umbrella in the fruity, sweet beverage that Cassius had ordered for him. When he grew tired of that, he fidgeted for a while until he discovered the maraschino cherry lodged between the ice cubes. From there, he derived endless fun rolling the cherry around on his tongue, trying to tie the stem into a knot. He’d periodically cast a longing glance over towards Cassius, wondering when his friend would return. The big man could be seen hunched over a table in the corner, talking earnestly with a young woman whose countenance was lost in shadow. They appeared to be engaged in a heated conversation but Levi couldn’t hear them and he doubted he would understand what they were talking about anyway.

He was about to get up and look for their studly waiter when a heavy hand settled onto his shoulder. “Well, well,” a gravelly voice demanded, “who do we have here, guys?” Levi froze, looking up to find himself trapped in Daniel Ishikawa’s predatory gaze. The big jock’s eyes narrowed with malice and a shiver ran through Levi’s body. “Don’t worry, you little slut,” Daniel continued, noting Levi’s frisson of excitement, “this time I brought the whole team. You’ll have more…fun…than you can imagine servicing us with those cherry red lips of yours.”

Daniel stepped aside to reveal the long line of hulking brutes behind him. Levi jumped with surprise as he recognized his teammates. Not to be left out of the Halloween festivities, their costumes consisted of football cleats, a helmet, pads, a jockstrap cup…and nothing else. They circled the table, leering hungrily down at him. Levi shrank back. His knees were shaking and his heart was pounding but it wasn’t from fear. Quite the opposite! He was instantly and agonizingly turned on, his tiny knob pulsing in the empty pouch of his underwear. If you could have seen his tattoo, you would have witnessed a miracle: Pinocchio’s button had just turned in Rudolf’s shiny, red nose!

“In the bathroom now, bitch!” Daniel ordered, jerking his head in the general direction of the lavatories. Not bothering to wait for him to move, he grabbed Levi’s arm and hauled him out of his chair and down the hall. Soon, Levi was sprawled out on the floor of the men’s bathroom.

Daniel loomed over him, pulling down the pouch of his jockstrap and extracting his fat, dripping cock. The rest of the team filed in, smirking with disdain as they, too, liberated their huge cocks. In no time, Levi found himself stripped naked. He knelt with his pudgy legs spread wide and giant ass hanging out behind him while he enthusiastically sucked every dick that came his way. His face, neck and chest were soon slathered with load after load of cum but he didn’t care. He was in dick heaven!

“Hang on a sec,” Daniel said after Levi had serviced every guy at least once. Leaning down, he wiped at layers of drying cum from Levi’s face, examining him with startled surprise. Finally, he barked with laughter. “Jesus fuckin’ Kee-rist, bro!” he gasped, clutching his sides. “Yer uglier than a fuckin’ ape! And just as dumb as one, too, I’ll bet. Fuck, bro, is there even a thought in yer head?” He shook his head at the rest of the guys snickered behind him. “When my sister tole me that she cursed ya good, I didn’t believe her at first but that’s the last time I doubt my little sis! She’s wicked!”

Levi gaped uncomprehendingly up at him, quivering from head to toe with lust. He hadn’t a clue what Daniel was laughing at. It never occurred to him that he might be the object of the team’s ridicule. Finally, tired of waiting, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, lunging for Daniel’s beautiful sausage and stuffing it into his mouth. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as swallowing Cassius’ monster but Levi wasn’t discriminating; he’d suck any dick available.

He blew every guy at least three more times before finally collapsing in a pool of cum. His whole body was slathered with so much of the goopy slime that he looked like a glazed donut right down to the hole in the middle. Alas, though, no matter how much he pleaded, the guys refused to fuck him.

“Sorry, slut, but yer top won’t let us,” Daniel muttered, shaking his head. His girthy cock was hard and throbbing again despite having cum several times. “He wrote a warning on yer ass cheeks.” When Levi stared at him in confusion, he rolled his eyes. “Fuck, yer dumb! Yer top, whoever he is, wrote in big letters on yer cakes that yer hole is off limits. As much as we’d like to pop yer cherry, yer just gonna have to wait. I will take another blowjob, though…”

***

Cassius found him an hour later when Ciaran got tired of taking no for an answer and shoved him into the bathroom for a quickie. Levi was passed out in a stall next to the toilet, caked in crusty cum and snoring like a little baby. While ‘Robin Hood’ bent over and lowered his tights, pulling back his pert ass cheeks to reveal a very hairy hole, Cassius shook his head at Levi in pity and amazement. He carefully rolled him over to confirm that his little rosebud remained virginal before surrendering to Ciaran’s increasingly plaintive demands. Incredibly, the dude was able to take the brunt of Cassius’ onslaught, opening his hole and inviting him to bury his longsword up to the hilt.

“That…that…that,” Cassius gasped after he’d blown a huge load, lubricating Ciaran’s chute with copious spurts of cum. He didn’t finish the sentence, though; he couldn’t: He was too busy crying.

It was here that Ciaran demonstrated that he made up for in heart what he lacked in wits. He wiggled his butt, extracting Cassius’ monster from the depths, and turned to take the big man in his arms. “What’s wrong?” he pleaded, lifting his lips to kiss him tenderly. “Are ya alright? Did it hurt? I mean, if anyone should be cryin’ right now, it’s me. That cock is fuckin’ enormous!”

Cassius gave in and let himself sob on Robin Hood’s shoulder, carefully pushing aside the quiver of arrows when one threatened to poke out an eye. Ciaran held him tightly, standing up on his tiptoes and rocking back and forth. He murmured soothingly in his ear until Cassius recovered enough to sniffle, “I-I-I just, I mean, I never thought I’d know what it’s like to fuck. I had no idea that having a cock would be so–” His voice broke off when he realized that Ciaran was blinking up at him in confusion. “Nevermind,” he finished. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” Ciaran said, smiling solicitously, “‘cuz we got plenty of time. All night in fact and maybe longer if ya can stand me. My shift is over and you’re takin’ me home tonight.”

“What?” Cassius replied. “You mean…?”

Ciaran nodded. “Yup. Yer joining my band of merry men whether you like it or not! ‘Course, it’s just you an’ me but that’s enough to make a band, ain’t it?”

“Sure,” Cassius said, brushing the tears out of his eyes. “But don’t forget about Little John.” He jerked his chin down at the sleeping Levi. “We can’t leave him here alone.”

Together, they lifted Levi and lugged him over to the sink where Cassius proceeded to wipe him off and dress him. Once Levi was sufficiently clothed, he hoisted him onto his shoulders and carried him back to his apartment where he tucked him into an impromptu bed on the sofa.

“Sleep, my sweet prince,” he said, leaning over to plant a gentle kiss on his simian brow. “Tomorrow is a new day.” He smiled and looked back at Ciaran who had already stripped out of his costume and was waiting expectantly, sizable erection bobbing in front of him. “It’s a new day for both of us.”

***

Levi woke up early the next morning and lay for a few minutes on the sofa, struggling to remember where he was. Dimly, he remembered some of the events of the night before but was fuzzy on the details. He couldn’t know that Cassius had had partial success the night before, convincing the sexy witch to partially undo her curse. His friend would explain later that she had reluctantly agreed to make Cassius gay again and give back a modicum of Levi’s stolen intelligence. He would never again be considered bright by any measure but at least he had enough brains to graduate from college.

Eventually, he pieced together enough memory fragments to determine that he was in Cassius’ apartment. He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at his shrunken, bloated body in wonder. Was this really what he looked like now? Wasn’t he supposed to be tall and lanky and…hung?

He shook his head in chagrin. Him? Tall and svelte? Ha! Now that was a dream! Just like having a big dick. Everyone knew he’d been cursed with the tiniest dick imaginable. The guys on the football team never let him forget it. Speaking of which… 

He pushed the blanket away, exposing his denuded crotch. His eyebrows lifted when his gaze landed on the lurid tattoo down there.  Wait…a bunny rabbit? Why did he have a bunny rabbit’s face tattooed on his crotch? He stared at it in consternation, appreciating the tattoo artist’s humor despite himself. The dude had cleverly turned his nubby dick into the creature’s button nose. It’s cartoonish, pink ears were exceptionally long, rising far up onto the mound of his belly. He could tell the giant ears had been deliberately rendered to make his absence of any discernible manhood laughly apparent. 

“That’s me,” he mumbled, shaking his head at his ridiculous body and equally ridiculous tattoo, “a fuckin’ sideshow freak.” For some reason, though, rather than shame, saying these words kindled something unexpected in his chest. It took him a minute to identify what the feeling was: Pride. Yeah, pride, he thought in amazement. I’m proud of myself. I like my fat body, big butt and tiny dick. In fact, I even like my bunny tattoo. I mean, that’s why I got it, right? If ya don’t got it, flaunt it!

He pushed himself off the sofa and padded across the living room to stand before the open door of Cassius’ bedroom. There on the bed, he was met with the sight of the entwined bodies of his friend and the waiter from the night before. Cairan was a big lad but even he was dwarfed by Cassius’ hulking frame. He was snuggled into the giant man’s armpit, a happy and satisfied smile on his sleeping face.

Levi stood there for a long time, feeling his heart twist in his chest as jealousy and envy vied for dominance. Finally, he sighed and hung his head, good mood evaporating like the morning dew. He was starting to turn away when he heard his phone buzz inside his discarded shorts. He thought about ignoring the text but ended up retrieving the phone and staring down at the glowing screen, a slow smile crossing his face as he read the words.

>>Meet me at the team gym, bitch<<

***

A half hour later found Levi in the weight room at the football team’s private gym. It was Sunday morning so the place was empty. He looked around expectantly as he entered but was disappointed to find he was alone. He turned to go but stopped, gaze inadvertently drawn to the bank of mirrors at the back of the room. He couldn’t resist the temptation to stare, taking in the full ‘glory’ of his appearance. 

Standing no more than five feet tall he was easily as round as he was long. His gut thrust out before him, belly button hanging out from under the beleaguered hem of his pink tank top. His face, arms, legs and stomach were bare of hair. He turned and blanched at the sight of his huge buttocks and thick thighs. It didn’t seem like such an enormous butt would be anatomically possible on one of such a diminished stature. And yet here he was: A dwarf with an ass that wouldn’t quit. Wobbling up for a closer view, he took in his wide, innocent face with its huge, blue eyes. His long, wavy blond hair was pushed back, exposing his sloping brow. He looked like a baby chimp in a wig!

“There you are.”

He spun around, the centrifugal force of his massive buttocks nearly causing him to topple over. Standing before him was the team center, Daniel Ishikawa, wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin. The big man loomed over him, leering down at him with his customary predatory gaze. Levi was so taken aback that it took him a while to realize something big had changed.

Really big.

Daniel was not just taller but also more hung.

Infinitely more hung.

In fact, the gargantuan club dangling between his hulking thighs put Cassius’ to shame.

Levi’s mouth fell open and he took a step backward.

“You like?” Daniel goaded, gazing affectionately down at his monstrosity. “It’s a little gift from my sister. You see, she felt bad for you. She thought she might’ve been too…,” he paused to provocatively waggle his behemoth at Levi; the beast was busy defying gravity as it reared its ugly head at him, “…hard on you.”

Something splattered on his feet and Levi looked down to discover it was a torrent of precum leaking like slaver out of Daniel’s giant serpent. At that moment, he felt a complementary moistness between his own thighs and knew his little nub was leaking pre, too, just not in such copious amounts.

“You ready for me to pop yer cherry, bro?” Daniel held up his phone as he said this, adding, “I already got permission from ol’ Momma Cass.”

Levi squinted at the screen as Daniel thrust it into his face. On it was displayed a text from Cassius; it read, >>It’s up to Levi, of course, but I have one request: BE GENTLE WITH HIM!<<

“You don’t got to worry ‘bout that,” Daniel said, lowering the phone. “You know why, bitch?” When Levi shook his head, he snorted with laughter. “‘Cuz that’s the other part of her gift: My lil’ sis rearranged yer insides so you can take me. ALL of me. Yer hole is my personal cum dump, slut, and I intend to christen it good!”

Levi learned that day that Daniel Ishikawa’s bravado sheltered an unexpectedly tender side. Despite threatening to do the opposite, he treated him like a prince, taking his time to caress, lick and titillate Levi with his hands and tongue, probing every orifice and generally working him into a lustful frenzy. By the time he squeezed three bottles of lube over his hulking rod and eased his way inside him, taking Levi’s precious maidenhead once and for all, Levi was beyond pain. He felt his insides part, swallowing the giant with just the right amount of resistance to make it pleasurable for both of them. And so they discovered the gift that kept on giving: As long as they were together, Levi’s hole retained its virgin tightness. Each time they fucked it was like the first time. He was lucky to avoid poor Ciaran’s fate of a permanently prolapsed rectum, a fact he couldn’t resist gloating about when his jealousy got the better of him.

“Yer so beautiful,” Daniel breathed, staring fondly down at Levi’s cum-slathered body. They were lying on the floor of the weight room, Levi curled up against Daniel’s pleasing bulk. The studly center lowered his lips and kissed him on the cheek, brushing a stray lock aside. “I can’t believe yer the same Levi I used to hate so much.”

Levi giggled. He had no idea what Daniel was talking about but he didn’t care. By that point, he was head over heels in love with the big brute. Daniel could have said anything to him and it wouldn’t have mattered. He was content to be the big man’s property; he never wanted to leave his side.

They showered together and Daniel toweled him off afterwards, patting him dry with the utmost care. His pink skin glowed with health and arousal under the fluorescent lights of the locker room; even after being fucked to within an inch of his life seven times, he was ready for more!

“Oh, hey, I almost forgot,” Daniel said and Levi turned to find him holding out a gift bag with a pink bow on top. “This is for you.”

He accepted the gift hesitantly, looking up at Daniel curiously. “What is it?” he squeaked, his voice settling into its new, higher register.

“Yer uniform,” Daniel said. “Go on. Try it on.”

“My…uniform?”

His lover nodded. “Yup. Me and the rest of the guys felt bad for ya. I mean, in yer present form, yer clearly no football player. We couldn’t stand the thought of losing ya so we talked to Coach and he agreed. It’s official!”

Confused, Levi chirped, “What’s official?”

Daniel reached down to muss his hair with a big hand. “Yer the new mascot, bro! Ain’t it grand?”

“The new…mascot?” Levi’s chest clenched as he pulled on the satin bow, revealing the garments contained within. With a sick sense of premonition, though, he already knew what he would discover.

Ten years ago, the university had relinquished its old mascot, the Chief Red Man, after student and alumni protests. As an act of contrition, the board of trustees decided to hold a vote, allowing the student body to choose a new mascot. When the results came in, they were mortified to discover that the overwhelming choice was a rabbit, specifically the Love Bunny. There were those who objected, arguing that a big, plush bunny was not an appropriate representation of team prowess, but they were in the minority. In the end, love conquered all. Or, in this case, the Love Bunny conquered all. Since the new mascot had been adopted, the football team had never lost a season.

With shaking hands, Levi pulled out a pair of big, fuzzy, pink rabbit ears followed by a tiny, pink thong with a cotton tail sewn on the back. His eyes were filled with pleading as he looked up at Daniel but the big jock only laughed, urging, “Go on, babe! Try ‘em on! I wanna see what ya look like!”

And that’s why you’ll find Levi hopping around the end zone during every football game, wearing a pair of buck teeth, rabbit ears and a pink thong with a cotton tail. He’s the pride and joy of the team, the most adored mascot in the Big Ten. The crowd’s roar of approval is second only to his squeals of delight after the game when he takes the winning team’s loads up the ass.

***