Main themes: Body swap, dumber, public nudity, muscle growth, weight gain, permanent erection, cock growth, ball growth, cock shrink, humiliation, man pussy, man breasts, micro dick, butt growth, silicone implants

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Chapter 1

Tuesday night was boy’s night out and McGraw met his hockey bros at a gay strip club downtown. Being straight, it wasn’t his first choice but he was game for anything. He was, however, surprised when his roommate, Joel, accompanied him. Joel was also straight and not usually prone to go out drinking with McGraw and his buddies.

It didn’t take long before Joel was uncomfortable.

“I think I’m going to be nauseous.”

McGraw looked over at him and rolled his eyes. “You didn’t have to come, bro.” Glancing around the strip club at his fellow hockey buddies, he noticed that half of them–the straight ones like him–were sitting uncomfortably in their seats and the other half–the gay and bi ones–were whooping it up at the tops of their lungs.“If you wanna leave, just leave.”

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this,” Joel continued as if he hadn’t heard McGraw. “It’s disgusting!”

McGraw narrowed his eyes. “Hey, I didn’t talk you into anything and I don’t enjoy watching naked guys prance around any more than you do but I’m a team player. The queer guys joined us at the titty bar last week, now it’s our turn to support ‘em. Fair’s fair.” McGraw sighed and took a pull from his beer before adding, “And you’re not even on the team, dude. It was yer idea to tag along.”

“I thought there would be more women,” Joel admitted, somewhat sulkily. “I’ve always heard it’s easy to meet girls at gay bars.”

McGraw looked around. The place was dimly lit and the stage was currently empty, being between acts. “Well, not tonight,” he muttered, squinting. “I only see guys and lots of ‘em. Like I said, if you wanna leave, just leave. I’m not gonna be offended.”

Joel scowled, folding his skinny arms defiantly. “If you’re staying, I’m staying. I don’t want anyone saying I’m homophobic.”

“Dude! No one even knows yer here ‘sides me! You can leave and–”

He never finished because, at that moment, the already dim lights dimmed further and the place went completely dark. They sat in darkness for a few moments before there was a burst of music, heavy on the bass with a syncopated rhythm to give it a sexy vibe. Then, with a flash of strobe, the lights came up and everyone gasped at the man in the center of the stage.

“That…can’t…be real!” Joel stammered. “That’s got to be a dildo!”

There was a brief pause during which the dancer flipped down the waistband of his thong, followed by a deafening roar. McGraw looked over at his friend, commenting drily, “Def not a dildo, dude.”

It was comical watching Joel go bug-eyed as he stared at the man. The stripper wasn’t particularly tall or even that defined, especially when compared to the dancers who had been on the stage just prior to this act. He was, McGraw decided, most likely a bodybuilder who was in the midst of his gaining cycle. McGraw was no stranger to weight lifting and knew the type; they were ubiquitous at the seedier gyms in town. They talked incessantly about supplements–both legal and illegal–and bragged about how much protein they’d downed for lunch. Invariably, they’d attempt to get as big as possible before they started cutting for competition, no doubt setting themselves up for an eating disorder. 

It was a lifestyle that didn’t appeal to McGraw who preferred using his well-developed muscles for sport rather than ornament. In any case, this guy was clearly either gaining or maybe he was just heavy? It was hard to tell. What was for certain is that he hadn’t been picked for his lithe physique. No, he’d been picked for one reason only and that reason had become perfectly clear as soon as he lowered his thong.

Probably only in his early twenties, his face looked young and he was bright-eyed but his bulky body made him look older. His complexion was blotchy and his cheeks, covered by a patchy beard, were bloated, mostly likely from steroids. His curly brown hair had been bleached at the tips and was styled in a quasi-mullet, probably one he gave himself with a pair of clippers. Clippers or more likely a laser had been taken to his body hair, leaving him completely bald below the chin; even his pubes–proudly displayed now that he’d pulled down his G-string–were devoid of any trace of hair. McGraw, who was about as hirsute as a guy can get, found the dude’s unnatural hairlessness both repulsive and also a bit fascinating. What kind of guy would do that to himself?

The young stripper’s skin was bronzed dark brown from hours spent in a tanning booth and his thick arms were tattooed in garish sleeves. Silver rings dangled from his distended nipples, most likely enlarged due to steroids. His belly stuck out before him, both round and soft, although the ripples of his abdominal muscles were clearly visible under his tanned, smooth skin. Visceral fat, McGraw thought, another sign of ‘roids.

McGraw guessed that the dude had purchased his tiny, pink thong when he was at least fifty pounds lighter because the elastic bit into his skin and the fat over his hips sloughed over it in an obvious muffin top. It was a strange juxtaposition, the guy’s big and firm muscles against his soft, flabby middle but, if McGraw was being honest, his own muscle gut was only a bit firmer. When the stripper performed a clumsy spin to show off his backside, McGraw noted in a detached manner that the guy obviously never skipped leg day because his thighs and ass were beyond big. Makes my own hockey butt look tiny, McGraw thought, impressed. But, then again, short guys like him tend to be bottom heavy.

In truth, no one besides McGraw was looking at the guy’s body. Instead, all eyes were zeroed in on the appendage bobbing between his legs. Lengthwise, the young dude’s cock was plenty long but nothing special. McGraw wasn’t an expert on erections because he only had experience with his own eight-incher but he judged the kid’s dick was probably only an inch bigger than his. Sizable and noteworthy but not all that unusual, especially compared to the other dancers who had preceded him on the stage.

But it wasn’t the length of his manhood that grabbed everyone’s breathless attention: It was its supremely unbelievable girth. How is that even humanly possible? McGraw wondered, gaping at it. It stuck out before the dancer like a stump, as big around as man’s upper arm. The dude’s thick foreskin was pulled back far enough to expose the apple-sized glans lurking within its folds.

And his balls!

Shit, even McGraw was a bit envious of those bull-sized testicles. They hung down over the pouch of the thong, saggy and low in their hairless sac. Each one was at least the size of a ripe mango, maybe even bigger. The dude clearly lay in the tanning bed nude because he had no sign of tan lines, his baby-smooth cock and balls were tanned dark brown like the rest of him.

When you’re as gifted below the belt as this kid was, it doesn’t matter if you can’t dance. All he had to do was wander around the stage, thrusting and shimmying in order to get those stupendous balls flopping and heavy cock bobbing and everyone was screaming for more. He gave the crowd all they wanted and more, even turning around and doing the splits. McGraw’s cheeks colored as he was forced to witness the appearance of the dude’s creased manhole, bisected as it was by the tiny string of his thong. The boy’s immense ass cheeks were truly thunderous, so big and blocky and smooth that McGraw found himself wondering what they would feel like to touch. (He was an avowed ass man and only dated women with butts bigger than his. This was the first dude with an ass that made him contemplate changing teams, so to speak, or maybe just pinch-hitting one inning?)

He would later wonder why he did it. Was it out of innocent fun or something darker? He never did figure it out because one moment he was sitting there watching the dude make his way through the crowd, accepting twenty and fifty dollar bills stuffed into the waistband of his straining thong in exchange for lap dances, and the next minute his hand was in the air holding up a hundred dollar bill. He whistled shrilly for the guy’s attention.

The stripper turned and grinned when he saw the generous offer and immediately made his way over to McGraw. When he neared and, accepting the proffered bill, started to straddle McGraw’s lap, McGraw held up his hand, saying, “Not for me. For my friend here.” He motioned to Joel, grinning as the look of astonishment on his friend’s face morphed into an expression of pure horror.

Joel tried to back away but he was too late. With a cocky laugh, the stripper sidled over and plopped onto his lap, gyrating his hips the whole time. Grabbing Joel’s hands, he put them on his corpulent buttocks, encouraging him to squeeze. Joel froze, his face a mask and his body rigid as the dude inched further and further up his torso, eventually getting so close that his girth-monster was mere inches from Joel’s mouth. Still laughing, the stripper gently reached up and took the back of Joel’s head in his hands and pushed his face even closer–not so close as to make contact with his lips because that would have violated several state laws–but close enough that Joel could have sniffed the musky odor of the dude’s moist glans if he had actually been breathing at that moment.

And then it was over. Still grinning, the dude slipped off Joel’s lap and continued his trip around the room, becoming a very rich man in the process.

“I hate you!”

McGraw looked over at Joel and, winking, tipped his beer. “Serves ya right, bro. Did he make ya feel inadequate?”

“I’m going to vomit,” Joel moaned, clutching his stomach. “All I can say is thank god I use my brain and not my body to pay the bills. I can’t imagine how awful it must be to live in that guy’s skin!”

“Oh, c’mon, bro! Yer a college student. You got bills to pay!” McGraw teased, “With a little work and some steroids, you could turn yer TikTok side gig into something bigger. ‘Course, you’d need to have penis enhancement surgery, too.” (Joel had a nerdy TikTok channel called ‘Mr. Sexy Science’ where he performed various experiments while shirtless. He had a decent body, although he was skinny and underdeveloped, especially when compared to the stripper stud.)

Joel shot him a murderous glare. “I am perfectly happy with my size,” he said archly. “No one has ever complained. And I’ll take my lean runner’s body over an ugly steroidal ape’s any day!”

McGraw waved this off dismissively. “Pffft, you wouldn’t even make good soup. Come with me to hockey practice and I’ll put some meat on yer bones.”

Joel shuddered theatrically and McGraw laughed. He did so enjoy yanking his buddy’s chain!

***

The next morning, McGraw awoke to someone pounding on his bedroom door. Sleepy, he pulled himself out of bed and, forgetting he was naked under the covers, staggered to the door.

“What the fuck is it?!” he demanded, swinging open the door and glaring. He froze in confusion, though, when he realized it wasn’t one of his roommates standing on the other side. His mouth fell open. Of all people, he found himself staring down at the young stripper from the night before. The guy’s eyes were wide and he looked freaked out. “What the–?” McGraw stammered before demanding, “How the FUCK did you get in here? Is this some kind of joke?” Then, remembering his lap dance prank from the night before, his eyes narrowed. “Did Joel put you up this? Is he tryin’ to get back at me?”

As the guy fish-mouthed before him, McGraw belatedly realized the dude was wearing the same pink G-string and–just like the night before–was hard as a rock. His ridiculously fat schlong pushed the pouch of the beleaguered thong out before him several inches, more than enough to expose a good four inches of the base of his girthy cock. McGraw’s cheeks colored and he looked uncomfortably away.

“McGraw!” The sound that emerged from the guy’s mouth was such a guttural bass that it was almost laughable. Everything about that voice–and everything about the dude–screamed, MEATHEAD! “Ya gots ta help me! I dunno whut da fuck happened ta me!”

McGraw stepped back, folding his big arms skeptically. “Real funny, asshole. Ha ha.” Looking around for Joel, he called out, “You got me, Ok? I admit this was pretty slick. What’d ya have to pay him to get him to come over to our apartment, bro? A thousand bucks? You musta really been desperate to get even with me.”

The young guy’s mouth fell open, something that it had a habit of doing when he wasn’t talking. It made him look even less intelligent than ever. He stared up at McGraw helplessly, finally rumbling, “Uh, like, bro! I ain’t no stripper! I’m Joel, yer buddy! I woke up like dis, I swear! I ain’t got no clue whut happened! It’s like we, uh, ya know, swapped bodies er sumthin’!” 

“Uh huh,” McGraw drawled. “‘Cuz, ya know, people swap bodies all the time at gay strip clubs.”

The young guy nodded vigorously, obviously misreading McGraw’s sarcasm. “Yeah, yeah! Dat’s whut happened!” he said excitedly before his face hardened and he stared accusingly up at McGraw. “An’ dis’s all ‘cuz of you, bro! Ya did dis ta me!”

“I did?” McGraw said, chuckling. “Wow, I had no idea I was so powerful. For my next act, I think I’m gonna wish for a million bucks. Nah, that’s too low. I wanna be a billionaire.”

Thus marinated in dripping sarcasm, even the dim young bro finally understood that McGraw was making fun of him and he stuck out his lip defiantly. He stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists until, all of a sudden, he deflated. McGraw watched in amusement as the defiance drained out of him. Then, red in the face, he got down on his knees–a difficult feat for one so bulky–and begged, “Ya gots to help me, bro! I gots an…an..ex-ex-ex, uh, I mean, a test ta-day! I can’t miss ma class! Help me get ma body back!”

McGraw regarded him coolly. What the fuck was this nonsense? Did the dude think he was stupid? And why would Joel go to such great lengths to stage a joke like this. Swapping bodies? Really? Pffft, that was just patently ridiculous!

He was opening his mouth to say just that when the young guy, detecting his skepticism, added, “It’s really me, brah! Look, I can prove it! Remember when I aksa- aksad- aksadent-, uh, I mean, on accident smashed yer hands in the sliding door back in seventh grade? I stayed wit ya the entire Easter break an’ took care of ya! I even wiped yer ass! Whud other bro wud do dat?” He shook his big melon head, making his mullet flop back and forth on his neck. “No one ‘sides yer bro, Joel! I’m tellin’ ya! Dis is me! Me, Joel!”

McGraw’s eyebrows lifted. “Joel could’ve tole ya that,” he muttered, embarrassed. “Although, I’ll fuckin’ kill him if he did.” It was a period of his life he preferred not to remember. Being twelve years old and having your parents and best friend wipe your ass for six weeks was not something he was proud of.

Frantic to convince him, the boy continued. “Da passwerd to yer computer is HockeyStix! Ya lost yer vurg-, uh–Whut dat word agin? Oh, yeah, yer vur-gin-a-tee to Marla Stux when ya were fifteen!” When McGraw still waivered, he thought desperately, finally sputtering, “Y-Y-Yer sis caught me jackin’ off in her bedroom window in tenth grade!” He hung his head upon revealing this, fuzzy cheeks reddening.

“Ok,” McGraw admitted. “Now that’s something Joel would never tell anyone. Emily was gonna call the police and it took everything I had to talk her out of telling my parents.” He raised an eyebrow, probing the dude’s gaze for any sign of Joel hiding inside that mostly empty skull. “You sure yer not shittin’ me?”

“Pah-leez, brah! Pah-leez!” the kid whined, tears welling up in his big, vacuous brown eyes. “Ya gots to bah-lieve me! I’m Joel! I’m da real Joel!”

McGraw studied him, resolve waffling. On the one hand, his brain refused to believe that the impossible that happened and somehow Joel’s personality had miraculously transplanted itself into the thick-headed himbo kneeling before him. On the other hand, if this was a joke, it was a pretty elaborate one and the kid, obviously not the brightest star in the firmament, was a stunningly good actor. And admitting the near sex crime involving his sister…well, Joel never talked about that. Never. McGraw knew that his buddy was profoundly embarrassed by the incident and desperately wanted to forget it. He would only reveal it under extreme duress. Maybe the dude wasn’t lying?

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he completely forgot he was standing there butt-naked, sporting his usual morning wood. A movement caught his eye and he looked down, realizing the young guy was still splayed out on his knees, staring up at him. Only he wasn’t staring at McGraw’s face any longer. Instead, his eyes were locked on the thick sausage dangling at half mast between McGraw’s furry thighs.

McGraw froze, heat creeping up his neck, as time seemed to stand still for a moment. In this stretching silence, the young guy’s eyes glazed over and he licked his big lips, murmuring, “Yer hung, bro! Real hung. I could, I mean, I could, ya know, help ya out wit dat…” As soon as he uttered these words, though, his eyes went round and he clamped his hands over his mouth in stunned disbelief. He didn’t need to say anything; the agonized look in his eyes spoke volumes: He was horrified by what he’d just said.

For some reason, this more than anything else convinced McGraw that he really was looking down at Joel. Well, not Joel exactly but a strange mixture of his friend and a bloated sex bro. It was as if Joel’s essence had somehow melded with the body and brain of the young dude but the process hadn’t been complete. In other words, the brain inside the dude’s cranium was still the same, dim as ever. As were the animal urges lurking inside his extremely oversized genitalia.

Joel had been transplanted and he was being corrupted at the same time.

Which meant that they had to figure out how to get him back into his old body as soon as possible!

He sighed, realizing that this Wednesday was destined to be far weirder than either of them had ever expected. But what could he do? He couldn’t leave Joel trapped in there! Joel was his friend, his best buddy in the whole world, and McGraw would do anything for him.

Sighing, he turned and pulled the sheet off his bed before wrapping it around his thick waist. Satisfied his semi was decently covered, he extended his hand to the young guy cowering on his bedroom floor. “Joel,” he said gently. “C’mon. Let’s get this sorted out.”

***

There was a wrinkle.

“What do you mean you can’t wear any clothes?” McGraw stared at vastly transformed Joel, incredulous. He shook the pair of underwear and jeans in his hands before his friend’s embarrassed face. “Put ‘em on! I’m basically yer size. The boxers’ll fit ya but you’ll prolly have to cuff the jeans ‘cuz yer so much shorter than me.”

“I…I,” Joel rumbled, looking miserable. “I can’t, brah. I can’t wear no clothes ‘sides dis!” He pointed down at his G-string, still distended by his raging hardon. “Or I gots to go naked. It’s da ‘string or nuthin’. An’ dat’s da truth!”

“Joel,” McGraw grumbled, annoyed. “Don’t be stupid.” He cringed as he said this, noting the pained expression that crossed Joel’s bloated face. His friend knew how stupid he looked and sounded, McGraw didn’t need to remind him of it. “Just put ‘em on!”

The tears were back. “I can’t wear no clothes, bro!” he insisted, refusing to accept the proffered items. “I dunno why. I juss can’t! Dis guy–dis body–won’t lemme! Da more I fight it, da worse it is. He won’t lemme!”

McGraw shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Then how’re we supposed to go to your class? You can’t walk across campus in that!” He gestured at the ridiculous thong. “You’ll get arrested!”

Joel was silent for a long moment before his dull face brightened. “There ain’t no decency rule on campus, bro! As long as ma cock’s covered, I’m good. Ya can drive me in yer truck and park near da chem buildin’.”

“No decency rule?” McGraw repeated. “That can’t be right. Otherwise, you know we’d see other students going to class in their, er, underwear, too.”

But Joel was insistent, babbling something about a student in the 1990s who attended class naked. After a prolonged legal battle, University and the student reached a compromise: The dude agreed to wear a bandana over his privates and they would allow him to go to class. Thus amended, the policy allowed the dude to continue attending class and he graduated the next year. No one since then had had the balls to repeat his antics. But Joel wasn’t just anyone; he was desperate to pass his organic chemistry exam and no one could argue that he didn’t have the balls: The enormous pair of nuts swinging between his hairless thighs were beyond big.

“You could argue that yer cock’s barely covered in that thing,” McGraw muttered, staring down at the hyper-stretched pouch of Joel’s thong. “And how can you still be hard? Doesn’t it hurt to have an erection for that long?”

Joel stuck out his lower lip. “I beat off eight times but dis thing’s always hard, brah!” He reached down to wrap a hand around his mutantly fat shaft. “He…he…musta had sumthin’ done to it. It’s filled wit sumthin’ ‘sides blood. Feels like hard rubber! Here, see?” He invited McGraw to touch his rigid member but McGraw politely declined.

“Nope, I believe ya!” he said, holding up his hands. “Maybe dude really did have a dildo implanted in his penis? That would explain its obscene size.”

“It’s sen-, I mean, sensa-, uh, sensa-sensa-sensa…Oh, fuck! I dunno whut da word is!”

“Sensitive?” McGraw offered, trying not to grin. It was kind of funny seeing the normally erudite Joel being such a meathead. 

“Yup,” Joel replied, looking ashamed. “Dat’s da word. God, why’s dis guy so fuckin’ dumb?”

McGraw sighed, reaching down to muss Joel’s mullet. The kid’s hair was surprisingly soft, he noticed. “Don’t worry, bro. We’ll get this figured out. You’ll be back in yer old body before the day’s done, I swear.”

Joel fixed him with his soulful brown eyes, tears still wet on his cheeks. “Ya think so, ‘Graw? Really?”

McGraw swallowed, hating to admit that being called by his pet name choked him up a bit. What was it about Joel in this new body that affected him like this? The kid was so dumb and so innocent and so trusting that it brought out his paternal instincts. He could feel himself growing more and more protective of his friend with each passing minute. Protective and something other emotion that he preferred not to think about. 

He pushed the feelings aside, asking, “Are you certain about this, Joel? You really wanna go to class dressed, or undressed, like this?”

Joel’s cheeks colored but he nodded his head solemnly. “Yep, brah. I gots ta. Can’t fail da test! My sk- sk- skol- skoler- Oh, fuck it ! I juss can’t miss dis test or I’m done!”

***

McGraw questioned his sanity as soon as he pulled his truck into a parking lot with Joel sitting anxiously in the seat next to him, wearing only his tiny thong and still sporting the world’s fattest erection. It was morning and the campus was filled with students walking to class. Further, the parking lot in front of the chem building was full and the nearest free spot was over five blocks away. This meant that he would be forced to accompany his naked friend on a trek across campus in front of everyone.

The smartphones emerged as soon as Joel stepped out of the truck, his backpack slung over one shoulder and his giant ass cheeks bouncing in time with his bobbing erection. He didn’t try to cover himself; he merely put his hands on the straps of his backpack and looked back at McGraw expectantly, his brown eyes wide and filled with terror. His lower lip was already protruding.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” McGraw muttered, feeling his face redden as countless students started recording them. The whistles and catcalls weren’t far behind them. A promise was a promise, though, and he’d vowed to help Joel no matter what. This was no matter what.

He walked stiffly around the truck and over to his friend, trying to act nonchalant. He was determined not to let his facade crack even when he was inevitably recognized by someone in the crowd. The hockey team was more famous than the football team and McGraw was a star player. It didn’t take long before he heard his name called out.

“McGraw?” There was a pause and then, “You brought that stripper home with you?”

He looked over to see the assistant hockey coach staring at him with round eyes. The guy had been in the group of hockey players the night before. He was gay, McGraw knew, and had hit on him a few times. Flattered, McGraw had turned him down, telling him he wasn’t attracted to guys. Now, seeing him and Joel like this, what was the dude to think? One glance at his expression, turning quickly from shock to surprise to hurt confirmed what the guy was thinking: You lied to me!

What could he do? Explain that this was really his straight friend, Joel, who had mysteriously swapped bodies with a gay stripper and now was cursed to wear no clothing? Who the fuck would believe that? He didn’t even believe it! 

No, there was only one option and McGraw steeled himself for the hit that his sterling hetero reputation was bound to suffer: He strode over to Joel and took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly…only to have his buddy snatch his hand away, hissing, “I ain’t no fag!” McGraw winced, feeling sheepish, and watched as Joel turned his back on him and waddled off toward the chem building.

Miraculously, campus security didn’t show up and arrest Joel for indecency. McGraw had prepared for this inevitably, even looking up the relevant university policy on his smartphone as a precaution. But no police appeared and Joel was able to make his way to class without incident. That’s not to say that there weren’t plenty of gawkers and trolls. The crowd that had amassed around them as soon as Joel emerged from McGraw’s truck only grew, piling around them and peppering them with questions and abuse while filming and snapping pics of the spectacle. 

McGraw kept his mouth shut and marched stoically along behind his buddy. Unfortunately for him, Joel’s body was so bloated with muscle and flab that he could only waddle ponderously along at a very slow pace. This meant that McGraw’s view was entirely taken up by Joel’s huge, beefy, jiggly buttocks. He was forced to watch those giant, steroidal, hairless cakes bouncing up and down with every step. The string of Joel’s thong disappeared in his smooth cleft and the waistband perched alluringly atop those amazing globes.

He swallowed, unconsciously salivating, and repositioned his cock in his jeans. He was incredibly confused and chagrined to realize he had a raging hardon. Worse, his foreskin, already relatively short, retracted and his sensitive glans was rubbing painfully against the coarse fabric of his boxers. 

It’s just ‘cuz his ass looks like a girl’s! he told himself, hoping fervently that it was true. But an unwelcome realization nagged at him: Joel’s big booty was too blocky and muscular to belong to a girl; it was undeniably a man-ass. One hundred percent, pure, Grade A man-ass. What did that mean? Was he bi? Would a straight guy fantasize about burying his face between those voluptuous mounds and eating his way to the dude’s musky pucker? Probably not.

At last, they made it into the classroom and McGraw was relieved to know that he would soon be spared further torture when Joel took a seat for his exam. They were stopped at the door to the classroom, though, by a very flustered teaching assistant.

“I need to see your ID,” he said, keeping his gaze steadfastly averted from Joel’s nakedness.

Shit! McGraw thought. His ID!? He hadn’t thought of that! What the fuck would the TA think when he saw it?

He soon found out.

When Joel fished his student ID out of his backpack and held it out to the TA, the face on the card, of course, looked nothing like Joel. The TA looked at the ID and then down at Joel, finally pronouncing, “You are not Mr. Dalton. Please leave.”

Joel turned helplessly to McGraw, his big maw hanging open in disbelief. Clearly, he hadn’t thought about his face no longer matching his ID, which wasn’t surprising given his diminished intelligence. McGraw sighed, knowing he was the key to sorting this out.

“He’s gained some weight, went to a tanning parlor and got his hair dyed,” he said, taking the card and holding it close to the TA’s face. “See? It’s him.” The guy looked like he wanted to protest but McGraw drew himself up to his full (very significant) height, and loomed over the man. The threat was obvious but he sweetened the deal by asking, “You a hockey fan, bro?” Mouth falling open, the TA nodded hesitantly. “Good,” McGraw said, giving him a winsome smile. “I’ll get ya season tickets in the front row. Now, can he take the test?”

Joel was allowed to sit for the exam. Fuck lot of good it did, though.

McGraw watched Joel squeeze his burgeoning buttocks into the tiny seat in the combination chair/desk with a raised eyebrow, trying not to laugh. Several other students weren’t quite so polite and snickered openly. More than a few recorded the spectacle. Joel, setting his round jaw, tried to ignore the jeers and sneers and, sucking in his gut, finally managed to squeak into position. He looked really uncomfortable, though.

“You Ok, bro?” McGraw asked, settling into the seat next to him.

“M’fine!” came the terse reply. From the way Joel’s mountainous shoulders were hunched, though, McGraw could tell his friend was suffering from nearly unbearable humiliation.

He felt for the guy, he really did. But Joel didn’t make it easy on him. As soon as the TA distributed the test–Printed on actual paper no less! How old-fashioned!–Joel pulled out his pencil and puzzled over the questions. When he rotated the page on the desk and squinted at the upside down writing, McGraw didn’t have a good feeling about what was to come.

It got worse.

Joel had a bad habit of fondling his huge, hard pecker while he was lost in thought. McGraw glanced over and winced when he saw his friend’s hand absently jacking that mutant fuckstick. A low moan escaped Joel’s lips and he slipped his hand deeper into the pouch of the thong. McGraw flushed, feeling embarrassed for his friend. He debated correcting him but didn’t.

Why didn’t he intervene and help Joel save what little face he had left, you ask? 

Because he was turned on, too.

McGraw had no idea what the fuck was wrong with him but watching Joel jack that magnificent long and thick appendage made his own magnificently long and fat appendage grow stiff in his pants. He shifted in his chair, repositioning his swelling erection away from prying eyes. (He was glad that he, unlike Joel, was wearing a baggy pair of jeans that mostly concealed the evidence of his arousal.)

The torture continued.

Joel jacked and jacked, sticking the pencil behind his ear and furrowing his heavy brow at the questions on the test. He stuck his thick tongue out of the corner of his big mouth, his tiny brain thinking as furiously as it could. McGraw chewed the inside of his cheeks, trying to distract himself from the view. But as soon as he averted his gaze from Joel’s huge, erect schlong, his eyes landed on the dude’s enormous bottom spilling over the sides of the tiny chair. His cock spurted precum and he jerked upright, profoundly embarrassed. When would this be over?

Finally, Joel took his pencil and placed it on the paper. McGraw relaxed, thinking, At last! Maybe his brain isn’t completely fried after all! But he was disappointed a moment later when his friend scrawled a crude picture of a cock and balls on the test. He followed this with more, even cruder pictures of male genitalia, throwing in a surprisingly accurate rendering of his giant ass for spice. And then he sat up in his seat and, beaming, held up his hand to announce, “I’m done, brah!”

***

“So,” McGraw asked as Joel waddled proudly out of the classroom, “how do ya think ya did, bud?”

Joel thought for a moment. “Pretty sure I aced it!”

“Really? That’s great!” He couldn’t resist adding, “‘Cuz, ya know, I thought it was an organic chemistry exam, not a sex ed test.”

Joel looked up at him with a guileless smile, rumbling, “Ikr? Ya know dat I’m an Ein- Eins- Einst-, uh, I mean, I’s smart!”

“Uh huh.” They walked in silence down the stairs, McGraw mesmerized by the incredible bounce of Joel’s heavy buttocks. Finally, realizing his hard cock was in danger of ripping out of his jeans, he distracted himself by asking, “So, what’s the plan now? Should we try to find out what happened to yer body?”

Joel halted and looked up at him in utter confusion. “Huh?”

McGraw sighed. “Yer body, bro! Don’t ya think we should look for the guy who has yer body? If we find him, maybe we can, you know, swap ya back?”

Joel’s puffy face brightened and he laughed happily, clapping his hands together and jumping up and down. “Ya! Ya! Yer so smart! Let’s do dat!”

McGraw took a moment to enjoy the exceptionally pleasing sight of all those muscles and rolls of flab jiggling up and down before replying. They had emerged from the chem building and were standing in the late morning sunlight. The air smelled fresh and clean and a light breeze was blowing, ruffling Joel’s mullet. It was a warm day which was fortunate for Joel given his state of undress.

McGraw was opening his mouth to talk when he was interrupted by a gruff voice. “Hey, boys,” a man said, “how ‘bout if ya come with us?”

They looked up to find four, huge police officers standing in front of them. Dressed in black uniforms with bullet proof vests, they sported pistols on their belts and looked ready to use them. McGraw swallowed as Joel took a tentative step behind him. Somehow, he managed to keep his voice from wavering as he asked, “‘Morning, Officers. What can I do for you?”

There was a perilous moment when the silence stretched and he watched the men clench their jaws. Their eyes narrowed and their faces grew red. They took a menacing step forward. McGraw was preparing to lift his hands innocently in the air when suddenly they burst out laughing.

“You can pose for a selfie, dat’s what!” one of them said. “Eddie here,” he jerked his chin over to the officer standing nearest to McGraw. The name printed on the cop’s badge read, Edwin Toh. There was a rainbow flag pinned immediately below it. “He’s yer biggest fan!” He paused before adding as an afterthought, “Not yers, McGraw. Yer boyfriend here. I mean, don’t get me wrong, me an’ the guys here love ya, too, juss not in that way.”

“What the–?” McGraw was at a loss for words. Was this some sort of prank? But no, Eddie was already pulling out his smartphone and handing it to one of his friends. Placing his arm around Joel’s big shoulders, he grinned and put up his hand, making a ‘V’ with his fingers. The other officer happily snapped pic after pic.

This is the fucking wierdest day of my life! McGraw thought, watching the scene. Joel grinned, mugging for the camera and thrusting his enormous, erect cock provocatively outward. The cops lapped it up, laughing and joking the whole time. McGraw shook his head, feeling a little deflated at being upstaged by his friend. Normally, he was the one fans approached for selfies!

“I never miss yer shows!” Eddie was gushing, arm still slung over Joel’s shoulder. “I fuckin’ love ya, man!” Joel guffawed, a particularly moronic sound.

We gotta get him back in his body ASAP, McGraw thought, worried. The longer he stays in there, the less of Joel there is! He was about to interrupt and tell the cops they had to leave when he had an idea.

“Say, Eddie?” he began.

“Yeah?” Eddie looked reluctantly away from Joel. “What?”

“As a fan, how much do you know about his, um, extracurricular activities? You know, what he does when he’s not at the club?”

Eddie flushed. “If yer askin’ if I’ve ever–”

McGraw held up his hands placatingly. “No, no! That’s not what I meant! I’m just curious if you know where he hangs out when he’s not stripping?”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “Why don’t ya ask him that?”

Thinking fast on his feet, McGraw said, “Well, I would but, as a fan, you must know that he recently suffered a closed-head injury when he took a tumble off the stage.” He looked down at Joel, putting a hand on his head. Joel stared up at him adoringly, his gaze vacant as ever. “And, ya know, I’m tryna help him remember stuff by takin’ him to his old haunts.”

“Oh, that’s too bad!” Eddie exclaimed. “I didn’t know that! I’m so sorry!”

“He’s fine now,” McGraw said. “Just a little, um, slow. That’s why I’m hoping you can tell us more about his hobbies and stuff. It might help him to recover faster.”

Eddie’s face brightened. “I’d be happy to help! Dagobert’s favorite gym is the Gold’s Gym downtown. You know, the one in the gay ghetto. He works out there every day. In fact, he’s usually there right now which is why I was surprised to find him here on campus.” He winked, adding, “Guess he’s keepin’ ya company in class, huh?”

McGraw’s cheeks colored. Inwardly, though, the wheels of his mind were spinning. So, his name is Dagobert, he thought. That’s a weird name. I wonder who he really is? Well, at least now I know where we might find Joel’s body.

Realizing that Eddie and his cop friends were waiting for his reply, McGraw shook himself, saying, “Uh, yeah, that’s right. Dagobert loves to learn! Gees, the things he’s taught me already!” He paused to laugh awkwardly, patting ‘Dagobert’ on the head again. “Well, if that’s all, I guess we’ll be going. I gotta get to hockey practice!”

He was half expecting Joel to ask, “Dag-o-burt? Who dat?’ but fortunately the dude was so dumb it never entered his empty mind. Instead, when McGraw held out his hand, Joel reached out to take it and they strolled away from the bemused officers, looking for all the world like any other happy gay couple. Well, almost…

***

Chapter 2

They were always one step behind Dagobert. McGraw and Joel arrived at the Gold’s Gym in city’s gay district before noon only to find out that their quarry had left an hour before. McGraw took Joel’s student ID and held it up to the hulking brute at the front desk.

“You seen this dude? He been here recently?”

The man blinked, staring blankly at the card for a moment before his simian face brightened. “Yeah! Yeah! He was juss here this morning! I sold him some ‘roids.” As soon as he revealed this information, though, his face closed and regarded McGraw and Joel suspiciously. “Yer not cops, are ya? ‘Cuz, if ya are, I don’t know nuthin’ bout no ‘roids, I swear!” He lifted his huge mitts in the air innocently.

“‘Roids?!” Joel squawked next to McGraw. “He’s putin’ ‘roids in my body?!”

McGraw looked down at his friend, smiling reassuringly. “Relax, bro. One dose of ‘roids isn’t gonna hurt ya.” 

He looked around the gym, realizing that, in a strange reversal, he was the one who was out of place and Joel fit right in. The gym was teeming with gay ‘roid bunnies clad in the skimpiest attire imaginable. He gazed out at the noisy weightroom in amazement, unable to believe such a place existed. Thus captivated, he realized with embarrassment that his cock was stiffening yet again. What was up with him? How could he have made it this far in his life without realizing he was turned on by bloated muscleheads in G-strings?

“‘Graw! ‘Graw!”

Joel was bouncing up and down in agitation beside him. By force of will he was able to tear his attention away from the sweaty hunks reflected back at him from the multitude of mirrors on the walls. “Uh, yeah, bro?”

“We gotta find him! We gotta find him before he ruins my body!”

McGraw shook himself, reaching down to tuck his swollen cock between his legs. Was it his imagination or was Joel a bit less dim than before? Apparently, anxiety over what Dagobert might be doing to his body was sharpening his wits. He turned back to the meathead behind the counter. “No, we’re not cops,” he said. “Don’t worry. We juss need to find him. Do ya know where he went after he left here?”

The big lummox scratched his head. “Uh, gees, I dunno. Uh, I guess he did say sumthin’ ‘bout needin’ a haircut.” He fixed McGraw with his bovine eyes, heavy brow lifting. “Ya might check over at the barber shop.”

“A haircut!” Joel whined. “No, no, no!” He grabbed McGraw’s arm, twisting it. “Don’t let him cut my hair, ‘Graw!”

The man behind the desk, while none too bright, was nonetheless sharp enough to recognize the strangeness of this statement and his face clouded. “Don’t mind him,” McGraw soothed. “He’s just confused. Has a phobia ‘bout gettin’ his haircut.” Not waiting for a response, he took Joel by the shoulder and pulled him out of the gym, saying over his shoulder, “Thanks, bro! Really appreciate yer help!”

There was only one barbershop in the gay district, a little place only a few blocks away. They pulled up in McGraw’s truck a few minutes later and Joel hopped out and wobbled over to the front door before he’d even put it in park. The little guy was clenching his student ID in his fist. McGraw sighed and followed his friend inside, arriving just in time to avoid a crisis.

“A CREW CUT!!!???” Joel was screaming at the hapless barber, his hands balled into fists. “YOU CUT OFF ALL MY HAIR???”

McGraw inserted himself between his friend and the barber, taking Joel’s student ID out of the startled man’s hands. “I’m sorry, sir!” he gasped, trying to smile reassuringly. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” He turned to face Joel, putting both his hands on his shoulders. “Joel! Joel! Listen to me. It’ll be fine. There’s nothing to worry about! It’s just hair! It’ll grow back.”

The barber moved around them, staring closely at Joel before turning back to McGraw. “Why’re you calling him ‘Joel’? His name’s Dagobert.”

“Joel’s his last name,” McGraw explained, thinking quickly. “You know, like Billy Joel?”

The man looked McGraw up and down, face registering his attraction as he took in the sight of all those burgeoning hockey muscles. McGraw looked good as always, dressed casually in jeans and t-shirt and it didn’t take him long to realize he could use his big body to his advantage in this situation. He flexed subtly, smiling to himself when he saw the barber’s eyes get bigger. If the dude found him hot, why not flaunt it a bit?

“Yer McGraw Keaton, aren’t you?” the  guy finally asked. “Yer the star player on the university hockey team. I didn’t know you an’ Dagobert were an item.”

McGraw favored him with a studly grin, smirking with victory as he watched the man go weak in the knees. He pitched his naturally deep voice even deeper as he replied, “I am and, yeah, we hooked up last night.” He ignored Joel’s startled outburst, adding, “You a fan?”

It was almost amusing watching the guy salivate over him. He had him eating out of his hand! Within a few minutes, the barber had offered to give both of them haircuts free of charge, so eager was he to prolong contact with his favorite hockey jock. It wasn’t easy but McGraw talked Joel into it and they both walked out of the place an hour later with a couple of the sexiest haircuts known to man. McGraw was stunned by how different he looked with his shaggy, brown hair trimmed into a stylish fade and his normally unruly beard buzzed down to accentuate his rugged facial features. 

Joel, if possible, was even more stunning. Gone were the ugly mullet and bad bleach job. His–or Dagobert’s, rather–natural color was a light brown that suited his light brown eyes. His hair was incredibly thick which lent itself well to a short, military-style haircut. It wasn’t a crew cut exactly because the barber left some of his curly locks spilling over the top of his crown and it was definitely an improvement over the mullet. His patchy beard had been likewise tamed and drew attention to those soft, sensuous lips and wide, innocent eyes. He was, in short, hotter than ever and McGraw’s cock rocketed to attention as he gazed down at his friend.

“What do we do next?” Joel asked, oblivious to McGraw’s steamy gaze.

McGraw straightened, embarrassed by how openly he was displaying his predatory nature. He had to fight to keep himself from pouncing on the luscious little muscle cow standing so close to him. “The barber said Dagobert was headed to a skincare clinic. He didn’t know which one.” He pulled out his smartphone and did a quick search, saying, “There’re more than a half dozen of ‘em within a few blocks of here so we’d better get moving.”

It took them another hour before they located the right clinic. This time, McGraw had Joel wait outside in the truck while he went inside to inquire. With his buddy increasingly agitated, McGraw was having a difficult time controlling him. Barging in and freaking out didn’t make it easy to ascertain useful information about Dagobert’s whereabouts.

McGraw had an inkling he was in the right place as soon as he stepped inside. The clinic’s decor was overwhelmingly white and spotless and the waiting room was filled with exceedingly well-groomed and muscular young men. To a guy, their skin was blemish-free and hairless. Even more telling was their attire…or lack of it. Judging from how nearly naked they were, McGraw could pretty much guess their occupation.

His presence had an immediate effect. He could feel all eyes on him as soon as he strode inside and was acutely conscious of the lush coat of hair carpeting his body. It poured out of the top of his v-neck t-shirt and covered his arms. His shirt rode high, exposing his hips and tummy, both of which were covered in wiry brown hair. Even his knuckles were hairy, something that didn’t escape the notice of the young guy behind the front desk when McGraw held out Joel’s student ID.

The impeccably groomed man’s elegant eyebrows went up as his gaze traveled from the ID up to McGraw’s furry arms. “You sure you don’t need some work done, honey?” he asked. “We could take care of that nasty rug for you.”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks,” McGraw muttered, flushing red beneath his freshly-trimmed beard. “But about this guy. You seen him?”

The young man’s pink tongue was poised on his front teeth as he surveyed McGraw speculatively. “Maybe, maybe not,” he purred. “What’s it worth to ya?”

McGraw crossed his beefy arms. “Yer gonna make me pay before you’ll tell, aren’t you?”

“And here I had ya pegged for a dumb jock,” the man commented. “Turns out ya gotta brain in that pretty head, too!”

McGraw clenched his jaw, debating what to do. Finally, he sighed in exasperation and plopped his credit card down on the counter before him. “Fine, I’ll pay. But only if ya have actual information on him. If this is just a ploy to get my business, you’ll regret it!”

McGraw walked out of the clinic two hours later devoid of any trace of body hair, save a tiny soul patch over his cock. Even saving that much of his prized pubes had been a battle and he felt profoundly ridiculous, pulling at his clothing. His whole body felt all wrong without any hair! He was already sticky with sweat even though it was a cool day. He hadn’t realized how effective his pelt of hair had been at wicking moisture. What am I gonna tell the guys on the team? he worried. I can’t get naked in the locker room looking like this? They’ll laugh their fuckin’ heads off! It had better grow back fast! Unfortunately, he soon discovered that the hair loss was permanent; he would be bald as a baby for the rest of his life.

The two male techs who had zapped his body hair had been relentless, forcing him to strip bare while they watched. He acted tough because, you know, he was tough. After all, he got naked in front of other guys all the time and never thought anything about it. When he dropped his boxers, the room had gone utterly silent as the guys stared at his big man-cock. McGraw had smirked at their reaction. His dick wasn’t as fat and long as Dagobert’s but he knew it was big. Every girl he’d ever fucked had told him so, as had the envious stared he received in the locker room from the other guys on the team. It hadn’t been coincidental that the assistant coach started hitting on him after seeing him soaping up in the showers.

All of his masculine superiority evaporated as soon as they started nuking his precious body hair with a laser. Despite their reassurances that having smooth pubes made his cock look even heftier, he felt ridiculous. Men were supposed to have hair on their bodies! This wasn’t natural.

And then it got worse.

Instructing him to lie down on the exam table on his stomach, one guy pried apart his big buttocks and exposed his manhole while the other dude proceeded to singe off all of the kinky hair down there. In no time, his formerly carpeted man-ass was smooth as silk and his tender, pink pucker was completely hairless. He’d clenched his asshole, unable to believe how naked he felt. What the fuck?

When they were finished, he’d stared in disbelief at his body in the full-length mirror. Being hairless meant that everything about his body–the flaws as well as the good parts–was on display now. Sure, his big muscles really popped under his smooth skin and his cock did look even bigger and fatter now that his pubes were history. But so did his belly. And his love handles. 

And his ass! 

He turned and looked over his shoulder at his bare butt and cringed. His hockey butt was fucking enormous! Oh, fuck! How had he not realized how big his butt was before now? All these years he’d been seriously underestimating its size but now that he was hairless he could see the brutal truth: He was even bigger back there than Joel!

Fuck.

On the bright side, he learned where Dagobert had gone. The young guy at the front desk had given him the address of a tattoo parlor nearby, saying he was sure that the dude was planning to go there next. McGraw scratched at his hairless groin with one hand while he itched a hairless armpit with the other as he pondered what to tell Joel. His over-sexed friend had fallen asleep in the front seat of the truck, exhausted no doubt from the tumultuous morning. It was well past two in the afternoon by that point and McGraw’s stomach was growling.

Waking Joel, he kept mum about their next destination, offering instead to buy him lunch. Joel blinked up at him sleepily, his face breaking into a heartwarming smile as he agreed. McGraw felt his clammy cock plump up in his boxers at the sight and had to pause to readjust himself.

“There’s a diner over there,” McGraw stated gruffly, trying to mask the tender feelings welling up inside him. “They’re only open til three. We should go now.”

Sitting in the diner, McGraw kept shifting in his booth, trying to get comfortable. Everything itched now that he was hairless and he couldn’t stop scratching himself. Joel finally stopped studying his menu and, peering at him closely, asked, “Why ya look diff-rent?” He scrunched up his face like a steroidal squirrel, examining McGraw closely.

“Me?” McGraw said evasively. “I got a haircut, remember?” It wasn’t a lie; he’d had his hair cut everywhere on his body.

Joel continued to scrutinize him for a long time before shrugging his mounded shoulders. His hand had dropped down to his groin again and McGraw knew that his friend was fondling his hulking cock under the table. This made him even more turned on and he cleared his throat, examining the menu.

There were advantages to being in the gay district, McGraw realized as they munched on their burgers. For one, no one stared at Joel…much, anyway. Oh, the guy got his share of attention from customers and food service staff alike but nothing like he’d received on campus. People here were accustomed to guys wearing almost nothing in public. Ditto for muscular, smooth bodies. Sometimes it seemed like every guy on the street was nearly naked and sporting huge muscles.

After posing for selfies with fans and polishing off three hamburgers, Joel was ready to leave and they made their way to the tattoo parlor. McGraw thanked his lucky stars for getting Joel to eat something first; his buddy was slumped in a food coma by the time they arrived. McGraw had not been looking forward to the freakout that would ensue once Joel learned their destination.

The place was empty when he walked in and all three of the tattoo artists looked up at him hopefully, noting the absence of any visible tattoos on his body. In contrast, each of them was covered nearly head to toe in lurid but surprisingly well-rendered ink designs…and piercings. Lots of piercings.

“Can I help ya?” One guy asked, a tongue piercing clacking against his front teeth.

McGraw stared down at him, skin prickling with premonition. Somehow, he knew he wasn’t going to leave there with his unblemished skin intact. He was shocked when he felt his cock stiffening at the thought. What would he look like with some ink? He glanced down at his huge muscles, now even more pronounced under his hairless skin. A tattoo would make him look extra studly…

Opening his big arms, he declared, “Have at me, boys! Do yer worst.” They perked up, smiling with expectation. “But,” he added, drawing Joel’s student ID out of his pocket, “only if ya tell me where this dude is.”

A couple hours and hundreds of dollars later, his arms were covered in fresh ink and his nipples were pierced with half-moon inserts. Even better, a hefty ring now dangled from his big glans, making his hulking dick look even more impressive. Sure, it hurt like fuck but he didn’t care.

He was less enthused about the tramp stamp over his ass and the tattoo over his bare pubes. These were rendered in black ink and mirrored the Celtic knots winding down both arms. Sure, the designs were manly but the net effect was the opposite. Guys weren’t supposed to have tattoos over their asses and pubes! Fuck, how would he explain this to his buddies on the team?

He hung his head, amazed at himself. Why was he doing this? He probably could’ve gotten the info he needed through some other means but had instead been only too happy to get pierced and tatted. He adjusted his half-hard cock in his jeans, wincing as the piercing throbbed. Why did he have to get such a big ring through his dick? Surely, it would’ve been smarter to go with a smaller ring at first?

The truth was he liked it.

And he would have gotten more piercings if not for hockey. He couldn’t afford to have too many pieces of metal in his body, especially not in exposed locations. It would be too big of a liability on the ice. But nipple and cock piercings were permissible because his chest and groin were well-protected during gameplay. He glanced down at the obvious outlines of the piercings protruding through the thin material of his shirt and smiled to himself. He fuckin’ love ‘em!

Joel stared at him when he sidled up to the truck, gingerly sitting down and adjusting his aching dick between his legs. “You got tatted?” he asked, eying the bold tattoos snaking down his arms. “Why?”

McGraw shrugged. “Had to,” he lied. “Only way they’d tell me where Dagobert went.” He watched Joel out of the corner of his eye, certain his buddy wouldn’t buy this. But Joel was so dumbed down that it didn’t matter; he nodded vacantly as McGraw pulled out of the parking lot. “We’re gettin’ closer, bro,” McGraw promised, watching the sun sinking toward the horizon. “We’re gonna find him soon, I can feel it!”

The next stop was a clothing store. Not just any clothing store but one that specialized in fetish attire. McGraw watched Joel’s eyes pop when he registered what the mannequins in the window were wearing…or not wearing, be that as it may. His buddy swallowed but nonetheless resolutely opened the truck door and tottered out. McGraw watched him go, already hard at the thought of buying some new clothes. Time to show off the tats and piercings, he thought, cupping his swelling cock in a big hand.

When he walked back out of the store an hour later, his boxers, jeans and t-shirt were gone, replaced by a Y-back thong, black leather chaps and a black leather vest. He grinned as he looked down at himself, proud of the huge bulge tenting out the front of his thong. The cool air on his bare ass hanging out the back of the chaps felt extra naughty, causing his cock to get even harder. And the string rubbing salaciously against his asshole…ungh! He smirked at the appraising stares he received from the guys walking past on the sidewalk. It was full night now and the clubs were open; the soft thud of dance music reverberated through their doors and against his breastbone. The night beckoned to him…

“Uh, dude,” Joel whimpered behind him. “Where’re ya goin’? Ain’t we gonna look for that Dag-o-burt guy?”

McGraw sighed audibly. Who the fuck cared about Dagobert? He was ready to party with the boys! Joel’s hand on his arm, though, jarred him back to reality…somewhat. Looking down at his phone, he realized it was after eight o’clock. The guy in the fetish store had told him the place at the address scrawled on the back of his business card would close at nine. ‘Tell ‘em Bruce from Man Alley sent ya,’ the dude said with a wink. ‘They’ll treat ya extra special.’

He had to admit that he was intrigued. What was Dagobert up to? So far, he’d chosen some very alluring places to visit. McGraw’s cock throbbed at the thought of what the dude might have done to his buddy’s admittedly whitebread body. The truth was Joel could use some sprucing up…

“Alright, bro,” he muttered. “Let’s go. But after this last place, I’m callin’ it a night. If he’s not there, we’ll juss have to start again tomorrow.” Joel moaned in disappointment but didn’t argue. Slowly clambering into the truck next to McGraw, he sat up straight in the seat, peering eagerly ahead.

The place was nondescript from the outside, looking like a storage unit. There was a big, sliding metal door in front with a smaller door on the side. McGraw sauntered up to the side door and pressed the button, smiling into the little video camera when it flashed on. Joel jumped up and down next to him, not tall enough to make it into the camera’s field of view.

“What?” a harsh voice demanded from a nearby speaker.

“Let me in,” McGraw rumbled, pitching his voice low. “Bruce from Man Alley tole me you’d help me out.”

There was no answer to this but a moment later the door buzzed and they were able to enter. As expected, the front room was just an empty storage unit but there was a door on the back wall and it was ajar. They crossed the threshold, ambling down a long hallway lit by flickering fluorescent lights.

A huge bulldog of a man with a cigar dangling from his fat lips sneered at them as they entered. Like McGraw, he was clad in black leather but his outfit was worn and fragrant with man-scent. A black cap was perched on his bald head and tattoos covered every bit of visible skin, including his face and scalp. A huge muscle gut pushed out before him, covered in salt and pepper hair and plenty of tats. When he sneered, his jowls creased and his scraggly beard curled up his cheeks. Incongruously, a gold-plated name tag on his leather jacket read, ‘Buzz.’

“What can I do for you ladies?” Buzz asked, looking McGraw up and down dismissively. His heavy eyebrows went up, though, when he recognized Joel. “Dagobert? Dat you? Why’re you hanging out with this pretty boy?”

When ‘Dagobert’ merely stared up at the hulking brute with wide eyes, McGraw stepped in. Extracting Joel’s ID from his chaps, he pushed it in front of the big man’s face. “We’re lookin’ for him,” he stated, pleased with how tough he sounded. “The fucker owes ol’ Dag here a shit-ton of money.” He jabbed his thumb at his own chest, adding, “An’ I’m gonna make sure he pays up!”

The man didn’t buy this act. Gazing up at McGraw, he drawled, “Dat so? Hmmm…doesn’t sound like Dagobert to me.” He crossed his big arms over his huge gut. “I’ll let ya see him, boy, but ya gotta pay the price.”

“Anything,” McGraw said without pause. “Juss take us to him.”

Buzz’s sneer deepened. “Ok, follow me.”

He lumbered away from them, heading through a door that led into another long hallway. After hesitating for only a moment, McGraw and Joel followed. This hallway was different from the last, darker and more menacing. They passed a series of exam rooms whose doors were one-way mirrors. Joel made the mistake of looking inside the first one and grabbed McGraw’s hand, shrieking, “‘Graw! ‘Graw! Look at dat! Look what they’re doin’! We gotta stop ‘em before they ruin my body!”

McGraw glanced inside the room and wished he hadn’t. It took everything he had to school his features and sound upbeat. “Easy, Joel,” he soothed, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt. “I’m sure Dagobert hasn’t been here long. We’re in time.”

His words had the desired effect and Joel calmed down. McGraw, on the other hand, was chilled to the bone. Inside the room, a naked man was chained to the wall and a series of tubes had been inserted into all of his orifices, including his penis. Worse, at least a half dozen IVs had been inserted into his veins, filling him with luridly dyed liquids. The guy was obviously sedated but even so he was struggling against his restraints as those bizarre and unsavory fluids pumped into his body.

Subsequent rooms likewise contained naked guys in chains being pumped full of similar chemicals. With each passing room, Joel grew more agitated until McGraw was forced to put his hands on the little guy’s head and hold firm so he could only look straight ahead.

Finally, Buzz stopped and jerked his head toward a door, grunting, “He’s in there.” It was the last door in the hallway and looked into an exam room just like the rest. At first, McGraw thought it was empty and was about to complain when he saw a familiar form standing nearly out of sight to the left of the door.

“Found him!” McGraw announced, pointing to the man in Joel’s body. “And it looks like we’re not too late. He’s still dressed.”

He pushed the door open and stepped inside with Joel fast on his heels. The guy who had swapped bodies with Joel lifted his head and regarded McGraw quizzically. When he spotted ‘Dagobert’ behind him, though, he paled.

“Hey! Hey!” he said, holding up his hands and backing away. “What the fuck? Get outta here!”

Like it tends to in emergencies, time slowed down. McGraw was able to take in Joel’s appearance, noting with relief that he seemed basically the same as always. Well, almost. His formerly long, black hair had been shaved down to stubble. And a new pair of the diamond studs pierced his earlobes. One of his eyebrows had been razored, too, leaving a wedge cut out of the middle. These changes, McGraw decided, suited him. He’d never been fond of Joel’s long hair or previously bland good looks. With short hair and piercings, he looked tougher, more badass. Even more than this, though, the crew cut and trimmed beard accented his angular features. The truth was, McGraw realized for the first time in his life, Joel was a handsome man.

He stood there for what felt like minutes but which was probably only a few milliseconds, studying his friend. Maybe it was because someone else was occupying Joel’s body but it was like seeing him for the first time. With the luxury of slowing time, he could savor the sight.

Joel’s blue eyes were narrowed and he was looking back at McGraw like he was a stranger, which, McGraw supposed, he was. Wearing a pair of jeans and a gray hoodie, he stood nearly as tall as McGraw and his shoulders were undeniably broad but, while certainly solid, he lacked McGraw’s immense bulk. He was, after all, a runner and not a hockey player. In the past, McGraw had felt like this made Joel somehow less of a man but, seeing him now, he realized he’d been mistaken. Joel was undeniably manly.

The imposter snapped McGraw out of his reverie. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here. Now!” he ordered, sounding far more authoritative than the real Joel.

As strange as it sounds, it was disorienting for McGraw to hear Joel’s voice coming from Joel’s body. Only a day before, McGraw wouldn’t have thought anything of it but, right then, he was overcome by a wave of emotions at finally finding his friend again. He threw himself at Joel and enveloped him in a bear hug, not caring if the guy was trying to get away from him. Pressing his great body against him and wrapping his strong arms around the comparatively skinny dude, he whispered, “Got ya, bro! And I’m not gonna let ya go!” The imposter struggled to free himself but he was no match for McGraw. After a couple minutes, he gave up and went slack in his arms.

Still holding tight, McGraw motioned for ‘Dagobert’ to approach. “C’mon, dude! Now’s yer chance!” When the little, thonged guy gaped uncomprehendingly up at him, he sighed. “C’mere! Touch him! Touch him! That’s gotta be the way to swap back.” He wrestled the imposter into position and forced him to extend a hand.

Dagobert froze. At an urgent grunt from McGraw, though, he reached out a shaking hand and touched the imposter.

Nothing happened. 

McGraw searched the guy’s face for any sign of change but there was none. He could tell just from the way the guy held his body that it wasn’t Joel. Beside him, the real Joel mewled in disappointment. He was still trapped in the gay stripper’s body!

“Did you dumbasses think it would be that simple?” the fake Joel demanded. He turned to ‘Dagobert,’ lip curled in derision. “There’s no way I’m going back in there. No way! Not now that I finally got the body I’ve always wanted.”

“But,” the real Joel whined, “you gotta! It’s not fair! Yer not me!”

“Don’t fuckin’ tell me what’s fair, you little cockslut!” the fake Joel railed. “Do you think I enjoyed being groped and fondled and fucked by countless men every night? Do you think I wanted to be a fuckin’ stripper and a prostitute? No! No, I didn’t. But it was all I had and I was resigned to it. That is, until I woke up this morning and found out that everything had changed.” He gestured to Joel’s long and lean body and then pointed at his head. “Now that I got both the brains and the bod, nothing’s gonna stop me from making bank. From now on, I’m living my life on my own terms.” He puffed himself up in front of the whimpering Dagobert, snarling, “Thanks for giving me a second chance, bro. Thanks a lot.”

Dagobert looked from the fake Joel to McGraw, mouth gaping. His expression was pleading. In response, McGraw tightened his grip on the imposter, threatening, “If you don’t go back into yer old body, I’m gonna–OUCH! What the fuck?!”

With a stabbing pain in his left buttock, he dropped his hold on the fake Joel and whirled to find Buzz emptying a syringe into him. As he stared in startled surprise, the big guy withdrew the needle and tossed it aside, saying, “There. Now yer gonna pay the price.”

“What the fuck…did…you…do…to…me?” McGraw’s voice faded as his brain fogged up and he felt himself losing consciousness. He staggered, grabbing at the chains hanging from the ceiling for support but his fingers slipped right through them and he crashed to the floor.

***

Chapter 3

McGraw awoke on the couch back at his apartment. It was well past midnight and the lights were low. A blanket had been placed over him and he was cozy and warm. He stretched and yawned, not remembering anything from the previous day and wondering why his body felt so odd. He scratched at an armpit and withdrew his hand in surprise when he realized his skin was completely hairless. His dense thicket of pit hair was gone!

“You’re awake.”

Startled, he looked over to find Joel sitting next to him on the couch. Still wearing the same gray hoodie and jeans as earlier, he was sipping on a beer and staring out the darkened window onto the street down below. He wasn’t looking at McGraw.

“Are you…him?” McGraw croaked, all the crazy memories of the day before flooding back into his mind. 

Joel smiled, not turning his head. “Nah, I’m back. It’s really me this time, bro.” Even though he was smiling, he looked sad somehow.

“How?” McGraw demanded, sitting up on the couch. “How’d you switch back?”

There was a pause and Joel took another sip of his beer. Finally, he said, “It wasn’t easy. And he made me pay. A lot. I just hope it was worth it.”

“Who? Dagobert?” McGraw’s fist clenched. “If he did anything to you, I’m gonna fuckin’–”

“It wasn’t Dagobert, McGraw.” Joel glanced at him and then away again. “It was Buzz. He switched us back…but at a price.”

“Joel! What does that mean? What’re ya sayin’?” McGraw’s heart twisted with dread as he remembered the moments just before losing consciousness. “What did that fucker do to you? And what did he do to me, for that matter?” His ass cheek still throbbed from where the big guy had emptied the syringe into him.

Joel was staring out the window again. McGraw noticed his knuckles were white as he clutched the beer car. “Forget about it,” he murmured, smile turning rueful. “I was happy to pay. It was the least I could do.”

This didn’t reassure McGraw at all. “Are you Ok? Tell me, Joel! Are you Ok?” His skin was prickling and it wasn’t just because he’d had all of his body hair removed. Something felt different about Joel. Really different.

There was another long pause, then, “Yeah, I’m fine. Really. Just not the same as you remember.” He finally looked over at him. His blue eyes were clear and open and his face was suffused with…something. It was an emotion that McGraw didn’t recognize. Maybe it was hope? Anxiety? Fear? All three? When the silence stretched, Joel added, “I paid the price willingly ‘cuz I owe you. Big time.”

McGraw’s tongue was thick in his mouth as he asked, “For what, Joel? What did I do?” For the first time, he realized he was naked beneath the blanket.

Joel ignored the question and continued, “Tell me, McGraw. This is really important so don’t lie. Please be honest with me.”

McGraw’s alarm was growing by the minute. Why was Joel acting like this? What had happened while he’d been unconscious? Reaching over to place a hand on his friend’s arm, he assured, “I’m always honest with you, bro. Now tell me what happened!”

Joel remained silent and his expression was closed. He seemed to be debating what to say next. Finally, though, he took a deep breath. “McGraw, do you think I’m…attractive…like this?” He turned as he spoke, pulling down on the zipper of his hoodie. McGraw watched, puzzled, as the zipper descended and exposed a narrow V of Joel’s bare chest beneath. His chest was, McGraw saw with startled surprise, covered in a colorful tattoo of a phoenix, its fiery wings spread wide. Beneath the tattoo, Joel’s skin was completely hairless…just like McGraw’s.

When McGraw only stared at him, Joel flushed, his cheeks turning pink beneath his newly trimmed beard. “I mean, I know yer straight, bro. Mostly, anyway. I’m wondering, though, if maybe, just maybe, is there any chance…?”

“I do,” McGraw rumbled, surprising both himself and Joel. “I do find you attractive, Joel. Very attractive.” He looked away evasively as he said this but looked back when his words were met with visible relief from Joel.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that,” his friend said, relaxing. “I…I noticed how into my body you were when I was Dagobert and hoped—.” He broke off, his voice catching in his throat. An agonized look crossed his handsome face and he sputtered, “I-I-I d-d-did something stupid, McGraw. Really stupid. And now I’m regretting it. But I need you to know that I did it for you.” He paused, looking downward before lifting his beautiful blue eyes to his face and revealing, “I-I-I decided if Buzz was gonna make me pay to get my body back, I might as well get something for you out of the d–”

“The tattoo,” McGraw interrupted, uncomfortable with the strange tension between them. His mind was reeling and his heart was pounding and his cock was…This was all so sudden! Could any of this be real? “Did he make you get the tattoo? If he did, it’s nice. It suits ya.”

Joel smiled wanly. “Thanks, man. Really. I appreciate it. But, no, Dagobert got the tattoo on his own. Probably at the same place you got yers.” His voice trailed off and he was back to warring with himself. McGraw gave him another reassuring squeeze on the arm, prompting him to reveal, “I remember the way you looked at Dagobert, McGraw. And it made me wish you would look at me in the same way. Do you think…there’s any possibility…any chance…you know, we could be more than just friends?”

He inched closer on the couch as he said this and the hoodie fell down his naked shoulders, revealing his incredibly broad shoulders, hairless upper body and new tattoos. He had vibrant, red tattoo sleeves twining down his arms but that wasn’t what drew McGraw’s attention. No, it wasn’t those wide, muscular shoulders or new tattoos or even his smooth skin.

It was his tits.

Joel’s formerly pert nipples were stretched beyond recognition. His tiny areolas had expanded in size, spreading wider than silver dollars. And his nips! His nips were now huge and puffy, poking out noticeably from his heavily tatted chest. But even this was minor compared to what he’d done to his pecs. They were bigger and rounder…swollen? Yeah, swollen. Really swollen. McGraw stared at them, realizing they could almost pass for breasts. He shifted under the blanket, his cock stiffening between his hulking thighs.

“Are those…?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Joel looked bashful. “Yeah, they are. I got ‘em for you, McGraw. It was part of the deal I worked out with Buzz. Wanna touch ‘em?” He turned, offering his chest to McGraw. “You can. Touch them, I mean. I’d really…like it…if you touched them.” He opened his muscular and tattooed arms, adding, “They’re all for you.”

And then he was McGraw’s lap, straddling him, and McGraw’s calloused hands were cupping his big, new breasts, teasing them, titillating them between his thick fingers. He leaned forward and sucked one of those delectably huge, puffy nipples, causing Joel to throw back his head and moan in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Joel!” McGraw breathed. “Fuck! What the fuck did you do?”

Joel looked down at him, his eyes on fire with lust and happiness. And then he lowered his face and they were kissing. McGraw’s eyes went wide when he realized his tongue was inside Joel’s mouth. He was kissing his best friend! Joel’s beard was scratching his face. And that wasn’t all, he realized with pleasure as he encountered the little stud piercing Joel’s tongue. It was both unexpected and delightful.

They kissed for a long time, Joel wrapping his strong arms around McGraw’s neck and hugging him fiercely. Gradually, though, he moved, taking McGraw’s hands and placing them behind him. McGraw’s fingers clenched in disbelief. He opened his eyes and met Joel’s knowing gaze.

“You can thank Dagobert for these,” he explained, wiggling his bottom as he drew back from McGraw’s lips. “He must’ve thought my ass needed some work and so he got implants. They were small to begin with but Buzz…did something…and now they’re bigger. A lot bigger.”

McGraw barely heard him. He was too busy unfastening the buckle on Joel’s belt and unzipping his jeans, yanking them downward. He paused briefly when he realized his bro was wearing a lace thong underneath, lifting his head and grinning lasciviously up at his new lover. Joel grinned back at him, urging him with his eyebrows to keep going. And then McGraw was back to business, peeling those skintight jeans down to reveal those massively inflated cakes. His grin deepened when he grabbed and squeezed, astounded by how big and soft and squishy they were. And round! So incredibly round!

“Fuck, bro!” he gasped. “I mean, FUCK!”

“I knew you’d like ‘em,” Joel said, smiling with victory and relief. “Go on, bro! Enjoy ‘em! Like the rest of me, they’re all yours!”

He didn’t remember how it happened but, when he came to a moment later, all the clothes were shredded from Joel’s body. The thong was gone and McGraw’s face was buried between Joel’s huge, silicone-filled cakes. His hands were prying back those massive globes and his mouth was open and his tongue was washing slobbery curlicues around Joel’s tight pucker. Joel was moaning, pushing his ass back with all his might, meeting McGraw’s hungry mouth and encouraging him to go for it. His anus parted and McGraw’s tongue penetrated him, lapping up his musky goodness.

Joel stopped him, though, after McGraw inserted a finger and then another, priming him for what was next.

“No, McGraw, not yet,” he warned. “There’s something else you gotta see first.”

“What?” McGraw panted, unbearably turned on. “What do I gotta see?”

In answer, Joel sat up and looked back at him over his shoulder, giving McGraw the full view of his massively enhanced buttocks. They made Dagobert’s oversized ass look petite and it did something wicked to McGraw’s mind. He stared at Joel, his face twisted in a feral leer. He’d never wanted to fuck another guy so badly. And the fact that it was Joel–Joel! His straight buddy!–only made it that much more profane…and sexy. There was something about seeing such a manly body with breasts and a huge booty that short circuited McGraw’s brain and sent him through the stratosphere with lust.

Coyly dropping one hand over his crotch and another over his breasts, Joel turned slowly and smiled down at McGraw. McGraw’s tongue was lolling out of his mouth and he was drooling.

“I’m smooth all over just like you, McGraw. Look at me. All my hair’s gone.” McGraw nodded vacantly. Joel could’ve told him anything and he would have been happy. “And there’s another thing that’s gone,” Joel continued, sucking on his lower lip. “Buzz took it from me.” He hung his head, unable to look at McGraw as he sobbed, “I hope you don’t think less of me like this, McGraw. ‘Cuz I don’t think I could bear it if…”

Joel’s hand dropped away from his crotch and McGraw gaped. “Where’s yer cock?!” he demanded, mind unable to comprehend what he was seeing. “What happened to yer dick, bro?!”

There was no cock.

Not even any trace of one. Same with his balls.

Joel’s junk was gone.

Completely gone.

The only thing left in its place was a tiny crease. It wasn’t even a vagina or a hole of any kind. Just a little, hairless crease between his legs.

“Don’t hate me, McGraw,” Joel was saying. “I-I-I don’t think I could take if you–” His voice broke off and he choked, burying his face in his hands.

McGraw was too stunned to do anything but stare at the little folds of skin that had mysteriously appeared between Joel’s shapely thighs. His mind simply couldn’t square what he was seeing with anything he knew about guys. Finally, though, Joel’s sobs broke through his stupor and he shook himself, rising up on his knees and drawing Joel to him.

He hugged him tightly, both confused and aroused at the same time. Joel froze at first but soon thawed, wrapping his arms around McGraw’s neck and kissing him. McGraw responded in kind and soon they were making out, their tongues deep in each other’s mouths. McGraw thought he would die of happiness holding Joel like that and feeling his bros ample breasts pressing against his chest. A guy with boobs and a clit? he thought. What could be better?

Lowering his hand, he gently ran a finger over Joel’s little mound, causing his bro to shiver. Smiling, he wet the finger in his mouth and then inserted it between those tiny lips. Joel moaned. McGraw grinned and pushed it in further. Or tried to. Joel was so tight down there, though, that even his finger was too big to fit inside. He kept trying, determined, but a careful probing of the area confirmed his suspicion: Everything down there was tight. Way too tight to stretch out. Way too tight to ever accommodate an ordinary penis, much less the honking monster between McGraw’s legs.

“Go on,” Joel urged. “I know you wanna fuck me. I’m Ok with it. I’m Ok with having a cunt.” He kissed McGraw, nibbling his lower lip coquettishly. “I want yer cock inside me!”

“Uh, yeah, about that,” McGraw murmured, looking down. “I, um, don’t think I’ll fit in there, Joel.”

Joel blinked. “Yes, you will! Buzz promised me you would be the perfect fit.”

“He did, huh? Well, he was wrong. Joel, I’m a big guy. There’s no way I’ll ever–”

Shaking his head, Joel took McGraw’s hand and moved it away from his mound. “McGraw,” he said evenly, “did you forget that Buzz made you pay, too?”

McGraw stared at him. “Well, yeah, I mean–”

He never finished.

He couldn’t.

Not after what his hand touched as Joel moved it between his legs.

Or maybe it’s more accurate to say what his hand didn’t touch.

His eyes went round and gaped in horror and disbelief at Joel. His buddy was prepared for this reaction and met his gaze with eyes filled with sympathy. “I’m sorry, McGraw. I’m so sorry,” was all he said. “Buzz made you pay. He really made you pay.”

His words hit McGraw’s masculine pride like stones and he sobbed openly as he lowered his head and saw what had become of his once proud manhood. His pride and joy! His hulking man-cock! His fat trouser sausage! His beloved, bouncing fuckstick and enormous pair of low-hangers!

No more.

Never again.

When his gaze finally landed on his naked and hairless crotch, he refused to believe what he was seeing. In some ways, it was even worse than Joel’s tiny crease.

Well, it was tiny alright.

Poor McGraw!

Buzz had indeed made him pay and pay dearly, taking from him what he treasured most.

Now instead of a huge, fat schlong…

He had a baby dick.

Nothing but a baby dick.

Fully erect, he was barely more than an inch and half long.

***

“The fucker even took my foreskin! I’ll fuckin’ kill him!”

McGraw had worked through shock and denial and now was deep in the anger phase. His whole body was red and he was dripping with the sweat of outrage. Joel didn’t try to stop him or talk him out of it; he let McGraw burn with righteous fury until it had scorched its way through him, leaving him deflated and empty. As hollow as he was, though, couldn’t take his eyes off his tiny cocklet. That ridiculous nub was so tiny and delicate, it looked like it would snap off in a stiff breeze.

He almost didn’t notice when Joel moved in close to hug him. Then, nudging him until he lifted his head and met his lips, he kissed him. He teased him with the stud piercing in his tongue, confident that McGraw would respond. He did, of course; Joel was too insistent. And sexy.

When Joel pulled his hands away from his crotch and pressed his tiny mound against McGraw’s baby dick, though, he protested. “No, don’t! I’m not ready.” He hung his head. “And I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. That…thing…between my legs isn’t made for that. I don’t even fuckin’ know what it’s made for but it’s not that.”

Joel didn’t take no for an answer, though, and persisted, rubbing his little cunt lips against McGraw’s little dick until he was moaning. McGraw felt something moist down there and looked sharply into Joel’s eyes.

“Yep,” Joel said, nodding. “I’m wet. My little pussy’s all wet for you!”

That did it.

With a grunt, McGraw slammed into him, driving his micro dick inside that incredibly tight cunt-let. His eyes rolled back in his head and his vision exploded with stars. It was the most intense sensation he’d ever felt and it left him vibrating. Joel was likewise affected, throwing back his head and crying out with happiness. They melded bodies, Joel’s cunt lips enveloping McGraw as they stared deep into each other’s eyes. Micro thrusts were all it took to drive both of them insane and soon they were yelling at the tops of their lungs as they came in tandem, a surging orgasm that pushed them past the brink of bliss.

When it was over, McGraw lay atop Joel, sweat dripping down his brow and splashing on his buddy’s face. Joel’s tongue flicked out to lap up a droplet and he smiled. McGraw settled against him, his tiny cock still lodged inside. He arched his back and took Joel’s soft breasts in his hands, rubbing his nipples. Joel whimpered like a puppy and McGraw lowered his mouth and sucked.

He was about to have another go at his bro’s cunt when the bedroom door opened behind them. He stopped, looking over his shoulder sheepishly, to find Dagobert peeking out at them.

“Can I cum out now?” the little guy whined, looking forlorn. “I’m horny, too!” His hand was lodged inside his thong and he was furiously massaging his massive cock while staring hungrily at McGraw’s huge hockey butt.

McGraw turned back to Joel in time to see his eyes roll upwards in mock innocence. “I, um, might’ve let him come home with me,” he explained. When McGraw opened his mouth to protest, Joel soothed, “He carried you on his back all the way up the stairs. And he’s not such a bad guy. Now that he’s back in his body and dumber than shit again, he’s actually kinda nice.” He looked off to the side before adding, “And hung like a fuckin’ stallion, I might add. Admit it, McGraw, we could put him to use around here.”

And they did.

They put him to a lot of use.

By the time the morning sunlight trickled through the shades of McGraw’s bedroom, his formerly virgin asshole was wrecked beyond recognition by Dagobert’s unnaturally thick cock. He reached back and winced when he realized his whole hand could easily slide inside his ruined rectum. Beside him, Joel wasn’t any better off. He was lying on his belly with his massive, siliconed ass cheeks in McGraw’s face. Between those soft, spongy globes, his gaping hole was sloppy with cum. Dagobert was snoring happily next to them, his cock still rock hard and trickling precum even after he’d shot no fewer than twenty loads. 

He was a monster!

But he was McGraw and Joel’s monster.

And they loved him.

***