Note: It’s a red letter day! I’m posting a complete story in one fell swoop! This is about as short of a story as I am capable of writing, clocking in at a slim 18 pages. There’s a lot of dirty fun packed in that 18 pages, though. I suspect you’ll enjoy it, hopefully very much.

Themes: Cock growth, weight gain, muscle growth, hair growth, age progression, dumber, cock shrink, man pussy, butt growth, humiliation, musk, self-lubrication

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When Gunner received a text from an unknown number, he almost deleted it but then he saw that it was from his best friend Eliot’s older brother. Tsai wants to hang out with me?! he thought, absurdly flattered. Apparently, Eliot was gone for the weekend and Tsai needed help with his truck. His text was terse and to the point, just like Tsai. Gunner had to pinch himself and almost jumped up and down with delight. Tsai, his personal god, had actually texted him! And he wanted to hang out! What were the odds? Before that moment, he’d been certain that Tsai didn’t even know he existed.

Sure enough, when Gunner rode up to Tsai’s house, he found the big jock bent over the engine of his beloved Ford F-150 pickup. He’d heard that Tsai was home recovering from an illness but had expected him to be in bed. It was Saturday morning and, although it was still early May, the sun was hot. Gunner was already sweating when he propped his bike next to the truck and looked over Tsai’s shoulder.

“You must be feeling better if you’re working on your truck,” he observed, trying to keep the giddiness out of his voice while craning his neck to see over Tsai’s shoulder. “Eliot said you were really sick.”

Tsai merely shrugged his beefy shoulders. This was normal for the big jock. Being the quarterback of the university football team, the lead center of the basketball team and the star pitcher on the baseball team, Li Tsai–known familiarly by his last name–was the undisputed big man on campus. Tall and muscular, he possessed a forbidding air and couldn’t have been more different from Eliot…or Gunner, for that matter. Both Eliot and Gunner, while tall for their age, were nowhere near as muscular and neither could hope to emulate Tsai’s cocky swagger. Unlike both Tsai and Eliot, Gunner was on the heavy side with a large, protruding belly and spindly legs. He spent far more time gaming than he did playing sports or exercising.

When Tsai didn’t reply, Gunner pressed, “What was wrong with you, dude? Eliot wouldn’t tell me.”

Tsaid straightened and turned to regard him levelly. His face and torso were smudged with grease. Shirtless in the hot sun, perspiration ran in rivulets down the sharp contours of his muscular chest. Even with a really furry chest, his muscles were starkly visible. Not for the first time, Gunner wondered how Tsai had ended up so hairy because Eliot was as smooth as a baby. Must be from his mom’s side, he thought, remembering that their mother was originally from France.  

After a long pause, Tsai rumbled, “Dunno.” (Was it Gunner’s imagination or did Tsai sound evasive?) “I felt like shit for a week but now I’m fine. Better than fine, actually.” He flexed a bulging bicep, smiling. “Lifted weights this mornin’ and still had energy to burn so I’m out here fixin’ Lady up.” (Lady was the name for his old pickup truck.)

Gunner nodded while surreptitiously checking Tsai out. It was no secret that he worshiped Tsai. Ever since he’d met Eliot in the first grade, he’d been in awe of his older brother. Tsai was just so…well, he was just so Tsai. Confident, strong, stoic and arrogant. He was the epitome of American masculinity and Gunner wished he had one-tenth of the big dude’s good looks and muscles.

Tsai’s dense, brown beard was even fuller than Gunner remembered and his sandy brown hair was shaggy and unkempt. On anyone else, this would have looked slovenly but on Tsai…it fit him, fit him perfectly. He looked fresh, alive and full of attitude.

Watching Gunner with his disconcertingly light brown eyes, the corner of Tsai’s mouth lifted. His folded eyelids were perpetually half-closed, as if he had seen everything before and was unimpressed. “Ya gonna stand there an’ stare at me or are ya gonna help me out?” he prompted when the silence drew out between them.

Gunner shook himself, chagrined. “Uh, yeah, sure. What can I do?”

“I’m cleanin’ the carburetor,” Tsai drawled, jerking his chin down at the engine. “You do know where that is, right?”

Gunner froze before pointing uncertainly at the engine. “Uh, here?”

Tsai scoffed. “Wrong! That’s the windshield wiper fluid tank, dumbass. Ya really don’t know shit ‘bout trucks, do ya?”

“Well, teach me then!” Gunner complained. “I wanna help!”

Tsai studied him for a moment, smirking. Finally, he shrugged. “Alright, take this,” he handed Gunner a wrench and then pointed to a bolt, “and hold it there while I loosen the nut. Can you do that?”

Gunner’s cheeks colored. “Of course, I can!” he huffed. He grabbed the wrench and placed it on the head of the bolt, holding on tightly as Tsai leaned in next to him and worked on the nut. The nut was rusted on and it took a few applications of WD-40 and a lot of grunting but they finally succeeded.

“Good,” Tsai said, giving a rare bit of praise. “Just seven more to go.”

“What! Seven?”

Tsai tilted his head and looked over at him. “Ya said ya wanted to help. Are ya tired already?”

In wordless answer, Gunner reached out and put the wrench on the next bolt. He was scowling. Sometimes Tsai could be a real dick!

They worked in silence for a long time. Finally, after the fifth bolt, Gunner grew so sweaty that he stripped off his tank top, allowing his big, pale belly to hang out. He felt more than a little self-conscious doing so but Tsai didn’t even notice; he was too focused on his truck. Resuming the labor, Gunner pushed in next to the big guy, their sweaty arms rubbing against each other. Tsai was about to turn the wrench when Gunner wrinkled his nose.

“What is that smell, dude? Is it coming from you?” He sniffed the air delicately around Tsai, trying to place the aroma. “It smells like ambergris and ylang-ylang.”

Tsai burst out laughing. “‘Would ya listen to you?! What a fuckin’ nerd! ‘Ambergris and ylang-ylang’?” He snorted, oblivious to Gunner’s coloring cheeks. “Jesus, bro, how do ya even know what those are?”

“My older brother works in a perfumery,” Gunner mumbled, defensively. “I’ve smelled just about everything by now.”

“Uh huh. Bet ya have.”

“Hey!” Gunner protested. “What’s that supposed to mean? Ambergris has an earthy odor and ylang-ylang has a jasmine-like scent but it’s less floral.” Demonstrating his extensive knowledge helped bolster his confidence after Tsai’s ribbing. He leaned over and sniffed pointedly at Tsai, adding, “And the smell is defo coming from you, bro. Are ya wearing cologne? Lemme guess, yer tryna impress me, aren’t ya?”

It was Tsai’s turn to color. “I do not wear perfume!” he snapped, holding up his hands and stepping back from Gunner’s nosy nose. “Fuck, I ain’t even wearing deodorant right now. I ain’t showered since I got sick.”

“KK, whatever,” Gunner grunted. “Guess I juss never noticed how fruity you smell.” With this jab, the color in Tsai’s face changed from rosy to red and Gunner knew he’d overstepped. Backpedaling, he held up his hands placatingly. “It’s nice! Ya smell nice, bro! I like it!”

Tsai watched him with a flinty expression in his half-closed eyes. Finally, he shrugged and let the jab slide, bending over the front of the truck once again. After a slight pause, Gunner joined him, leaning in so close that his nostrils were filled anew with the big dude’s rich scent. He tried to ignore it as best as he could but the harder they worked and the sweatier Tsai became, the more delicious he smelled. Gunner tried breathing out of his mouth but it was no use, the big bro’s odor was so strong and pervasive, he could almost taste it.

If the smell had been the extent of it, Gunner would have been fine but slowly he became aware of another effect: He was getting aroused. He stiffened when he realized his cock was throbbing in his jeans. What the fuck is wrong with me? he wondered, looking down at his crotch. Why now? 

Being a hot-blooded and horny teenage boy, Gunner was accustomed to getting hard at the slightest movement and at first he chalked up the erection to the tightness of his jeans. Forcing his cock between his legs, he ignored the insistent throbbing as best as he could. Slowly, though, he began to put two and two together, unwillingly connecting Tsai’s fragrant body odor with his arousal. The evidence was undeniable: His throbbed every time Tsai’s ripe man-scent filled his nostrils. (What the fuck is wrong with me? Getting turned on by Tsai’s body odor? Jesus, I’m one sick fuck.) But his cock didn’t care how sick it was; it sprang to attention, eagerly forcing its way out of the trap between his legs and thrusting up and out of the waistband of his boxers. He flushed red when he looked down and saw his pink glans peek out against his soft, rounded tummy. His foreskin had peeled back and the sensation of the rough denim against his delicate cockhead was too much.

“UNGH!” he moaned involuntarily.

Tsai looked over at him and did a double take, eyes going wide with surprise and disgust. (It was the only time that Gunner could remember seeing the entirety of the dude’s light brown irises.) “Dude!” he complained. “Are ya gettin’ boned?!”

Gunner clapped his hands over his crotch, wincing with both pain and pleasure at the harsh contact. “S-S-S-Sorry!” he gasped, fireworks bursting in his head and embarrassment flaming his cheeks. He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on–or humiliated–before. “Juss gimme a sec. I’ll have myself under control, I swear!”

Tsai folded his big arms and arched an eyebrow. “Do ya need to go take care of that? Honestly, bro, what’s wrong with you? Yer like a fuckin’ bitch in heat!”

“I said I’m sorry!” Gunner complained, hurt. “I can’t help it!” He shoved his cock violently down inside his jeans, knees going weak as he did so. He’d bruised his poor pecker! Straightening unsteadily, he thrust his shoulders back and moved stiffly, resuming position next to Tsai. “There,” he growled between clenched teeth. “I’m fine. Now let’s do this.”

Tsai seemed unconvinced but nonetheless got back to work. Gunner noticed, though, that he was careful not to touch him. At first, Gunner was offended but then realized that this gave him a better view of the guy’s bod. He found his eyes drifting down the length of Tsai’s toned, muscular physique. Why hadn’t he noticed how beefy he was before? Jesus, he was a total beast! And talk about lean! Did he even have an ounce of fat on him?

Yes, he did.

More than an ounce, apparently.

And all concentrated in one strategic location.

Gunner’s eyebrows lifted when Tsait pushed himself upon his tiptoes and bent over farther under the hood of the old pickup. His belt buckle caught on the chassis as he did so and his jeans and boxer shorts slid downward. At first, Gunner’s attention was captivated by the dark stain running up the butt crack of the dude’s jeans. Is he that sweaty? he wondered, involuntarily entranced by the mental image of Tsai’s furry cleft dripping with sweat.

Then he saw it.

The top of Tsai’s buttocks were revealed inch by inch as his jeans inched ever downward.

Holy fuck!

Tsai’s ass!

It was amazing!

So plump.

So round.

So succulent.

So delicately furry.

And so pale.

Tsai’s torso was deeply tanned from hours spent shirtless in the sun and the darkness of his tan only served to underscore the paleness of his milky ass. The skin of his butt was so white and so supple! It was like fine porcelain with just a hint of toffee. Despite himself, Gunner licked his lips, drooling.

When Tsai leaned forward even more, his jeans and underwear worked their way down his hips further, eventually revealing the top three or four inches of that surprisingly plump posterior. Gunner swallowed at this stellar view of the overly ripe peach, split so alluringly down the middle into two of succulent globes. Each cheek was practically bursting out of the tight confines of Tsai’s jeans. It was nothing short of delectable!

His hardon was back with a vengeance.

Gunner stifled a moan as his cock once again shot out of the top of his jeans. This time, he noted with dismay, in addition to his fat, shiny glans at least an inch of his thick shaft thrust out as well. He didn’t have time to wonder at this–Was his cock longer or were his jeans lower than usual?–because he had to move quickly to hide it from Tsai’s view. Stealthily, he bounced up and down on his heels, pulling up on his jeans at the same time. If he held his jeans up, it was just enough to conceal his mutinous erection. As long as Tsai didn’t…

“Any day now, bro.” Tsai called impatiently over his shoulder. “The wrench, dude. Hold the wrench in place.”

“Yeah, sorry!” Gunner chirped, voice an octave higher because his balls were pinched like a vise in his strangely tightening jeans. Why were they so tight all of a sudden? It was like his thighs and ass had blown up or something. The effect on his cock and balls was torturous and he had to take a few deep breaths to regain his composure.

“What is wrong with ya today, bro?” Tsai demanded, turning to regard him with narrowed eyes. “Yer actin’ weird.”

Gunner was opening his mouth to reply when he realized something: Tsai’s jeans were tighter, too. Really tight. The denim hugged the bulging contours of his lower body and the top button looked like it was getting ready to burst open. The cause of this new tightness was immediately apparent: Tsai’s ass was getting ready to rip its way out of those jeans.

Gunner forced his gaze away from Tsai only to goggle at himself when he saw his body was inexplicably leaner than a few minutes earlier. His doughy paunch had all but disappeared, revealing the ghostly outlines of abs. Even more bizarre was the thick treasure trail of brown-blond hair creeping up toward his navel. Gunner always shaved his pubes smooth and didn’t have any hair elsewhere…until now, that is.

What the fuck?!

He closed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things but, when he reopened them, his abs were even more clearly delineated beneath a rapidly thickening carpet of dirty blond belly hair. His cock pulsed, increasing the already large mound in the front of his jeans. He flushed when he saw that, despite the restriction of the jeans, his bulge was unmistakable.

Tsai noticed it, too. The big bro rocked back on his heels, rubbing his temples. His eyes darted down to Gunner’s bulge before lifting again to lock onto his face. His cheeks were rosy. 

Gunner stood there, shaking with both apprehension and shame, as Tsai opened his mouth. He knew he was in for it. Knew that Tsai would never let him live this down. ‘Remember that time you got all hot and horny on me when we were working on my truck?’ He lowered his eyes to the ground, steeling himself for the inevitable ridicule.

It never came.

Instead, there was a long pause and then he felt the brush of Tsai’s fingers against his cheek. “Did you always have a beard, bro?” he asked, a note of uncharacteristic trepidation in his voice.

Gunner looked up in surprise, both at Tsai’s touch and the question. He felt his face, yanking his hand back in surprise when he felt the dense bristles of a new beard. He stood there, fish-mouthing. What in the fucking hell?!

He stood there slack-jawed for a long time, trying desperately to figure out what was going on with his body. As he struggled to figure it out, he slowly became aware again of Tsai’s pungent, musky odor and he jerked, feeling his cock swell even bigger in his vise-like jeans. What was it about the guy’s scent that got him going like this? It was making him insane! His cock throbbed, tenting his jeans obscenely. It now looked like he’d shoved a fat salami down there…along with a couple of navel oranges. His bulge was so giant that it drew Tsai’s attention once again. There was a horrible moment when both guys stared at it, their mouths falling open.

“I-I should go,” Gunner stammered, backing away. “I’m…not…feeling–”

“Don’t go.”

Gunner looked up in surprise, meeting Tsai’s eyes. The big jock looked pretty freaked out but also…what? Pleading? As soon as he’d glimpsed the helpless expression on his face, though, it was gone and Gunner shook his head. No, he must’ve imagined it. Tsai was always strong, confident and self-sufficient.

“I mean,” Tsai said, scrambling to recover lost ground. “You can go if ya want. I won’t stop ya.” He broke eye contact with Gunner, looking off to the side as he explained, “I…I’m still not a hundred percent after being sick and I can’t do this by myself. Still haven’t got all my strength back yet.” He paused as if debating whether to say anything else and finally managed to choke out, “And don’t worry ‘bout bein’ boned up. I get it. Our dicks have a mind of their own sometimes.” He gestured over to the garage. “You can, um, go in there if you want to…you know. No one’ll see.”

Gunner felt like he was going to die of embarrassment but he was also so fucking horny he couldn’t stand it. In the end, his horniness won out and he staggered into the garage, cheeks flaming pink and cock threatening to rip his jeans to shreds. He pushed the door closed behind him and took a few deep breaths, inhaling the stale and oily smells of the garage. When he unzipped his jeans, he let out an inadvertent yelp as his cock sprang free.

He was HUGE!

His normal five-incher was nearly twice as long and more than four times as thick. He stared in shocked amazement at the hulking beast bobbing up and down off his crotch. Did that really belong to him? He reached down with a shaking hand and promptly moaned in inadvertent delight when his hand closed around that truly man-sized cock. And more than just his cock had grown; his balls swung heavy and full between his meaty thighs and his foreskin–Fuck!–it had both darkened and lengthened and now drooped like a limp, brown sleeve off his bulbous cockhead. Precum dribbled out of it, splattering on the concrete at his feet.

He threw his head back and let out a happy moan, moving both hands up and down his freakishly long and girthy monster, the freaky foreskin slipping and slapping with each jerk. In no time, his hips were bucking uncontrollably with an explosive orgasm that drenched the wall on the far side of the garage with globs of jizz. When he was done, he fell back onto his haunches and gasped for air.

“What the fuck is happening to me?” he panted, recovering from the tidal wave of that orgasm. Even his voice sounded deeper, more resonant. He almost didn’t recognize himself.

When he straightened and tried to pull up his jeans up his strangely mounded thighs, he found the task impossible. His jeans were far too small to contain his much bigger body. He gaped. He was fucking stacked!

His spindly legs had filled out with new, shapely muscles and hair, lots and lots of hair! Brownish blond hair covered everything below his waist…and pretty much everything above his waist as well. His thighs were swollen, their manly muscles clearly delineated beneath all that hair. And his waist! His waist was narrow and tight, his abs a jutting ladder. Even his pecs had grown, pushing out square and blocky from his broader chest. His nipples were pert and perky, poking out like little pink buds from the forest of his chest hair. From the way his arms stuck out from his sides, he knew that the traps and lats on his back had likewise ballooned. When he touched his cheeks, he felt a full, thick beard where only minutes ago there had been none. (Before now, Gunner only had to shave once a week.)

There was a knock at the door behind him and he jumped at the sound of Tsai’s voice. “You Ok in there, bro? It’s been twenty minutes!”

“Yeah, m’fine!” Gunner grunted, surprised again by his deeper voice. “Be out in a sec.”

He cast about wildly, wondering what the fuck he should do. His jeans were far too small. He couldn’t even wrap them around himself to hide his nakedness. And the thought of strolling out of the garage completely naked in front of Tsai left him cold. No, he had to come up with a Plan B stat!

Coveralls!

Thank Jesus!

The solution to all his problems!

Hanging from a peg on the far side of the garage was a stained pair of blue coveralls, the kind mechanics in a pit crew wore. They were oily and partially splattered by his prodigious eruption of jizz but, he realized with delirious relief, they were also quite large. He pulled them off the peg and held them up in front of himself. It was funny; they looked huge when they were hanging on the wall but seemed almost small compared to his greatly expanded bulk. Would they fit?

They would have to! There wasn’t anything else in that garage that would cover him decently.

When he unzipped them and prepared to thrust his foot through a leg hole, a crumpled piece of yellowed fabric tumbled out at his feet. Curious, he bent over and picked it up, nearly dropping it in disgust when he realized it was a dirty jockstrap. He held it up to inspect it, lip wrinkling. It was really old, the kind of jock his father would have worn back in the 80’s. And it smelled, too. Its rank odor filled his nostrils. Worse, there were obvious brown ‘skid marks’ on the straps and bottom of the pouch. He was about to toss the filthy garment over his shoulder when he shocked himself by sticking his feet through the straps and pulling it up his mounded thighs. The cup was generous but, even so, barely contained his newly grown giant cock and decidedly man-sized pair of low-hangers. He tucked them inside the moist pouch and looked down at himself, impressed by the way his huge equipment stretched out the mesh. He looked like a total badass!

The coveralls only zipped up part way because his torso was too wide and burgeoning with muscles to allow it to close. Still, he managed to yank it up almost to his navel, leaving only the top inch or two of the strap of his jock visible beneath. It was better than exposing the base of his thick cock, though! And he kind of liked the way the coarse fabric hugged his big, new body.

Catching a glimpse of himself in a smudged mirror nearby, he did a double take. He looked so much older with a full beard and a huge, hairy body! If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn he was a lot older, like really old. In his thirties at least. There were crow’s feet around his eyelids and wrinkles on his forehead. His skin looked tougher, leathery. But that was impossible, right? Guys didn’t age into their thirties in a few minutes!

He sobered the more he thought this over. Or tried to think it over.

There was a problem, though. His thoughts were muddy, cluttered. He struggled mentally to regain his usual sharp, pristine mind. Gunner was the top student in all of his classes and knew he was one of the smartest students in the school. His shining intellect was his pride and joy, the one thing he had to set him apart from everyone else. If he couldn’t be a super jock or a hot stud, he could at least impress the girls with his mental acuity.

Now, though…

Well, not so much.

He stood there, holding one of his hands to his head. It had swelled just like the rest of him and now more closely resembled a baseball mitt than a boy’s hand. He barely noticed this, though. Instead, he was aware that he was rapidly losing something precious. All of his bright, shiny thoughts were draining inexorably out of his head, leaving him empty of all but the most rudimentary intelligence. He fought hard to resist but the process was unstoppable. In the end, he realized from here on out that it would take him a lot more effort to think than it had just moments ago.

He was officially dumb.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror. The big galoot gaping back at him had vacant eyes and a dull expression on his face. His features were thick and heavy and his brow was protruding. He almost looked like an ape. A big, dumb ape.

“Wha happ’n’d to me?” he rumbled aloud, stunned by how dumb he sounded. It was hard even to pronounce words. “Wha happ’n’d?!”

He puzzled over it furiously, a monumentally difficult process now. It took a while but he did finally manage to realize that something very wrong was going on. 

Guys didn’t grow a hundred pounds of muscle, a full beard and a thick cock in a few minutes.

And they certainly didn’t lose all of their intelligence! Not to mention aging twenty years.

And yet here he was: Muscular, hairy, old and hung beyond belief when just an hour ago he’d been nothing but a pale, blobby teenage boy.

What the fuck was going on?!

Another knock from Tsai snapped him out of his reverie. “Dude!” he yelled, sounding worried. “Are ya Ok? I know it don’t take that long to beat yer meat!”

When Gunner stepped out, Tsai’s jaw dropped. He was staring at him like he didn’t even know who he was. For his part, Gunner was surprised, too, but to a much lesser extent. While he’d been in the garage, Tsai had changed clothes, too. He’d ditched the too-tight jeans for a more spacious pair of canvas shorts. The shorts were cuffed partway up his thighs, drawing attention to their thickness. On his feet were a pair of scuffed work boots. He had on knee-length gym socks with red stripes around the calf. Around his waist was a big, leather toolbelt. 

Gunner was pretty sure that Tsai had donned the belt to help conceal his mounded ass but it didn’t do much good; when he turned to the side, Gunner’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he beheld the magnificence of the dude’s giant butt. It was truly voluptuous, jutting out proud and full and hefty behind him. Gunner had never seen an ass that big on a guy before. (Adding to the allure, there was a telltale dark, vertical stain running up the butt of the shorts, just like Gunner had noticed on his jeans. Tsai had a really sweaty ass!)

Realizing his huge dick was in danger of exploding out of the jock if he didn’t do something quickly to distract himself from Tsai’s ass, he growled, “Quit starin’ at me and git back ta work.” 

Incredibly, this gruff act worked! He smirked to himself when Tsai hesitated but ultimately followed along behind him. Still playing the tough guy, Gunner looked down at the carburetor with disdain when he saw that Tsai still hadn’t finished. “Whut da fuck is takin’ ya so long, bro?” he demanded. “Can’t ya do nuthin’ on yer own?”

Tsai puffed himself up and squared his shoulders defensively at this but backed down at a stern look from Gunner. Biting off his words, he pushed in next to Gunner, their thick shoulders rubbing against each other.

The work didn’t take them long and soon the carburetor was apart and ready for cleaning. “You take care of dat,” Gunner ordered, pointing at the disassembled component. “And make sure ya get rid of all da gunk. I’m gonna change da oil.”

Tsai opened his mouth to complain but then thought better of it and commenced cleaning. His face was twisted in a frown, though. Gunner watched him with a smirk. He loved lording his newfound power over the dude! It was fun and a little scary how quickly he grew accustomed to his new, superior bulk and endowment. He loved being big! It almost made up for being dumber than shit.

He watched Tsai bend over the engine and get to work, mesmerized by the dude’s ripe, luscious ass. It was nearly bursting out of his shorts, giving a whole new meaning to the term ‘cargo shorts.’ Tsai looked over his shoulder and scowled when he caught Gunner staring but Gunner didn’t give a fuck. If anything, his predatory leer deepened. Only reluctantly did he tear his gaze away from that fine backside. 

He snagged a nearby wooden dolly with his foot, lying down on his back and pushing himself under the truck. Thus positioned, he grabbed a wrench out of his back pocket and got to work loosening the oil pan. Periodically, he’d catch a glimpse of Tsai’s face through a gap in the engine. The dude’s expression was an eloquent mixture of confusion, surprise and resentment. He’d school his features, though, as soon as he saw Gunner watching him.

“Can you move?” Tsai demanded finally. “I can’t work with you under me.” He glared down at Gunner’s feet which were sticking out from under the front of the truck, directly in Tsai’s way.

“Juss shut the fuck up and deal wit it, ya whiny little cunt,” Gunner spat, refusing the move. He was conscious of the fact that, with the lower half of his body sticking out from under the front of the truck, the open zipper on his coveralls exposed most of the pouch of his bulging jock.

Tsai was silent, clearly annoyed at being called a cunt but unable to find a proper retort. Finally, he gave in, sighing noisily as he straddled Gunner, positioning his feet on either side of his hips. Gunner smiled to himself, liking this change in the dynamic between them. Just an hour ago, he would’ve peed his pants if Tsai got angry with him and now he was savoring it.

***

The heat of the morning turned into a swelter in the afternoon. The truck was in full sun by then and both guys were sweating profusely. Rather than being bothered by the sweat pooling around him, soaking into the already redolent pair of coveralls, Gunner was turned on by it. He fucking loved his new, rich, potent man-scent! The sweatier he became, the hornier he got until his cock was tenting profanely, driving the pouch of the jock into a distinct blunt point that jutted luridly through the V of the open zipper. He didn’t need to touch it to know his junk had swelled even bigger and now was verging on truly gigantic. It was all he could do to stop from jacking himself right there in front of Tsai.

For his part, Tsai quietly cleaned the carburetor above him. When Gunner caught sight of him from below, the big bro refused to make eye contact and his face was a mask. Tsai was equally as sweaty; Gunner could feel drips of his perspiration land on his belly when the dude changed position. Soon, the tantalizing odor of his musk mingled with the miasma of Gunner’s. This proved to be almost more than Gunner could handle and he grew hornier and hornier until he wanted to explode. He was about to lumber back into the garage and bust another nut when Tsai squatted down beside him.

“Dude, you wanna–?” he began.

He never finished. Even before the words left his mouth, he was interrupted by a loud ripping sound; the seam on the back of his overfilled shorts giving way. Gunner had shoved himself out from under the truck bed and was just in time to watch Tsai’s face turn bright red. The big jock panicked, reaching back to clap his hands over his ass but he moved too quickly and lost his balance, rolling onto his back and landing with his feet in the air.

Gunner goggled at the sight.

HOLY FUCK! Is he wearing a–!!??

“Dude!” Gunner sputtered. “A thong? Really? Yer really wearin’ a fuckin’ thong?”

Sure enough, his eyes did not deceive him. From his position, he had a perfect view of Tsai’s exposed taint and furry ass crack, revealed in all their ‘glory’ through the gaping hole in the back of his shorts. Bisecting both was the neon pink string of a thong. And that wasn’t all. A clear, gooey liquid trickled out of the cleft of Tsai’s mountainous buttocks, leaving a dark stain on the shreds of his shorts.

It wasn’t sweat.

No, it was something else.

Understanding blazed through Gunner’s lust-hazed mind like a thunderclap. He might be dumb but he wasn’t that dumb (not yet, at least.) In a flash, all of the pieces of the puzzle came together in his thick skull: Tsai’s mysterious illness, the inexplicable text, the dude’s strong scent and now the seductive thong…not to mention Gunner’s own changes. He clapped a big mitt to his forehead, kicking himself for being so slow. And, fast on the heels of this understanding came rage. His vision swam red when he realized that Tsai had set him up. He’d been tricked!

He stood up, looming over Tsai as the hapless jock groveled on the pavement beneath him. He stared up at Gunner pleadingly, his eyes round and his hands ineffectually trying to pull the tatters of his shorts together.

“Ya caught the Omega Virus, didn’t you?” Gunner demanded, his voice a sonic boom that echoed across the yard. “You fuckin’ had the virus and now yer in heat, ain’t ya?” He broke off, clenching his teeth and letting out a frustrated growl. “I fuckin’ knew it! And you fuckin’ had the balls to accuse ME of being a bitch in heat! It’s true, ain’t it? Yer a fuckin’ Omega now and ya used yer pheromones to trap me!”

Not waiting for Tsai to answer, Gunner knelt down to swipe a thick finger through the slimy thicket of the dude’s leaking ass. Yelping with indignation, Tsai tried to fend him off but Gunner was too strong. He batted his hands away and thrust his way inside. Sure enough, his finger came out dripping with the incriminating viscous goo. Gunner stared at it, involuntarily shivering with excitement as the scent of ass juice filled his nostrils. 

“It’s not yer sweat that was turnin’ me on,” Gunner grunted, intoxicated by the juicy, sweet odor. “It was this. Yer Omega lubricant. Ya used it to make me into yer Alpha!”

Tsai was a hot mess beneath him. Writhing on the ground, he whined, “I didn’t mean to! I mean, I didn’t know I was in heat until you came over and…got so close to me. I couldn’t help it!”

“Yer a fuckin’ loser,” Gunner spat. “You make me sick. I can’t bah-lieve ya trapped me like that!”

He straightened and was about to storm off when Tsai stopped him. “Don’t go!” he begged. “Please, bro! Don’t leave me like this! You can’t go now. Yer my Alpha! My big, strong Alpha! And I’m in heat!”

Gunner’s lip curled. “Ya don’t got no shame, do ya? Look at me! Yer fuckin’ pussy juice turned me into a big freak! Ya robbed me of twenty years of my life an’ my IQ! I’m an old man now an’ too fuckin’ thoopid ta go ta col-lege. Whut da fuck am I ‘sposed to do wit my life? And all ‘cuz ya refused to stay qu-qu-quar-quaaaar-an-teened while yer in heat!”

Tsai was crying! He was actually crying!

Holding up his hands, he staggered to his feet, kicking off the shreds of his shorts and standing before Gunner in nothing but a neon pink thong, toolbelt and work boots. Despite himself, Gunner was entranced. The sight of Tsai wearing such ridiculous and revealing attire was as funny as it was alluring. The jock’s mutantly huge ass swayed behind him, so big and heavy by now that it threatened to unbalance him.

“Gunner, please! Lemme explain!” the jock cried. “It’s not as bad as you think!”

Gunner barely heard him. He was too busy staring at the insistent bulge in the tiny pouch of Tsai’s thong. The dude was erect and leaking from the look of things. The pouch was so sheer that the jock’s stout, thick prick was plainly visible beneath. Tsai wasn’t exactly hung but he had nothing to be ashamed of down there, either. For now, at least.

So, Gunner thought, he still gots a cock. That means he ain’t been bred yet. He’s a virgin!

Tsai took advantage of his distraction to explain. “It’s true yer age has doubled but you were only seventeen before. You’re still young. Well, sorta young anyway. And yer not that stupid. I mean, you were really smart before and only lost half of your intellect. You can still perform, uh, simple tasks. Probably.”

Gunner shook himself, tearing his attention away from Tsai’s leaking cock. “And dat’s ‘sposed ta make me feel better! I’m fuckin’ old and dumb! And it’s all ‘cuz of you!”

Tsai looked agonized. It was actually quite disorienting seeing him like this. The Tsai that Gunner knew would never have cried, much less worry about another’s feelings. “I-I-I’m sorry, Gunner. But as soon as I knew I was infected, you were the only man I could imagine as my Alpha.” He lowered his head, admitting, “I need you, bro. I really need you. I need you to protect me. I need you to take care of me!”

Gunner folded his big arms, unconvinced by this display. “Then why’d ya trick me? Ya coulda juss asked me. I mighta done it willingly.” He gestured down at himself, adding, “But ya didn’t. Instead ya se-se-sed-sedu–” he gave up trying to remember the fancy word and sputtered, “ya used me!”

“Do you think it was my choice to become like this!” Tsai demanded, anger flaring in his beautiful, brown eyes. “Do you think I asked to be made into an Omega?! Fuck, no, I didn’t! I was tricked, too!” He hung his head, anger draining out of him almost as quickly as it had come. Sounding miserable, he revealed, “I…I teased an Omega at the bar one night and, when I went to take a piss, a couple Alphas jacked off in my beer. My buddies knew but they let me drink it anyway. Those fuckers infected me!”

“Dat’s rough,” Gunner admitted, stunned by this revelation. “But wut ya did wuz wrong, bro. Two wrongs don’t make…uh, don’t make…um, don’t make a…oh, fuck it! I can’t ‘member wut da fuck da ‘spression is!”

Tsai smiled sadly. “I know, bro. I know. I’m an awful person. Really. You didn’t deserve it but I was desperate. I knew that once I came into heat, a bunch of Alphas would be busting down my door and I had to find someone I could trust.”

Tsai took a tentative step closer, looking up at Gunner with those big, brown eyes. He looked so sad and pathetic that it got to Gunner. He couldn’t stand seeing Tsai like this!

Gunner studied him, looking down at the tantalizing bulge in Tsai’s panties. “I see ya haven’t been fucked yet ‘cuz ya still gots a dick,” he muttered, causing Tsai to flush in shame. “There’s time, right? We can do the–wut’s it called anyway?”

“The bonding?” Tsai offered, nodding. “Yeah, I’m still a virgin and in full breeding condition. We can mate and complete our bond…but only if ya wanna. I won’t force you.”

Gunner smirked, getting more and more turned on by Tsai’s submissiveness. “Yeah, but I might force you. Are ya sure ya really wanna be my bitch? I’ll breed ya into next week, ya know!” To drive home his point, he reached down and grabbed Tsai’s bulge, yanking it hard. He was shocked by how big and thick it was. He wouldn’t have guessed that Tsai was that big. Well, he wouldn’t be for long…

“Ow, you fucker!” Tsai howled. “Let go of my cock!” Rage at being manhandled in such a demeaning way brought back some of the jock’s arrogance and he drew himself up to his full height and thrust his chest out at Gunner. “Just ‘cuz yer my Alpha, doesn’t mean you can hurt me!”

“Oh, sorry,” Gunner growled, tightening his grip on Tsai’s throbbing equipment. “Am I hurtin’ ya? Ain’t that too bad.”

Tsai grimaced, clearly in agony. “Yer juss like the other Alphas! I hate you!”

“Funny. Ya seem pretty turned on. Ya sure ya really hate me?” He paused to look around behind Tsai, taking note of his succulent, enormous ass cheeks, swelling bigger by the minute and the globs of goo dripping out of his ass and sliming his hairy legs. “Looks ta me like ya want me. Ya want me bad. Dontcha, bitch?”

Tsai gritted his teeth, staring daggers at Gunner. When he opened his mouth, though, instead of protesting, he surprised Gunner by stammering, “I-I-I do. I do want you. Badly.”

Gunner grinned, still grabbing Tsai’s swollen equipment. “And wut does ya want ‘xactly?”

Tsai’s eyes turned to flint. Hatred and loathing were etched across his handsome face. But there was something else, too. Need. Blind, aching, driving need. He tried valiantly to keep his mutinous mouth shut and maintain his stoic bro nature but that need drove him to admit, “Yer cock. I want yer cock. Inside me.” He choked the words out and wrinkled his face as he uttered them as if it hurt him to say them.

“Dat’s wut I thought,” Gunner grunted, victorious. “Yer a horny little slut, ain’t ya? All ya can think ‘bout is Daddy’s cock. Daddy’s big, dripping cock.”

Tsai’s entire face was beet red by now and he was shaking. Gunner savored the moment, this precious moment when the arrogant jock belonged entirely to him and he knew that Tsai would do anything he asked without question. Oh, he might fight him but, in the end, he would give in and comply. Gunner was his Alpha after all.

“Yes.” His voice was barely audible. “I want you. I want you inside me. I want you to take my pride and my masculinity and turn me into a pussified Omega. I’ve never wanted anything more.” He looked up at Gunner then, eyes blazing with shame and humiliation. “There. Are you happy? You won, Ok. You won. Now do it.”

“‘Bout time.”

With that, Gunner spun Tsai violently around and slammed him against the hood of the truck. Forcing the big jock’s legs apart, he bent Tsai over and paused to briefly to admire the sight of the stud spread out in such a compromising position. Tsai was panting, looking over his shoulder with fear and expectation at him, his giant butt thrust out and his back arched. Goo ran in thick rivulets down his beefy legs. He arched his back further and thrust out his butt even more, causing those swollen globes to part and treating Gunner to the sight of his tender, tiny asshole. The string of his thong ran across that little bud, so wet, so dripping, so hungry. The odor of his musk filled Gunner’s nose and drove him insane with lust.

In one swift, violent motion, he tore off the coveralls and lowered his jockstrap, allowing his massive man meat to flop out. It was now more than a foot long and so heavy it couldn’t stand up to gravity. He didn’t give a fuck, though. As long as it was hard, he didn’t care if it pointed down at the ground. 

Letting out an exultant roar, he grabbed his big, hard, throbbing cock and aimed it at that perfect, virgin hole, ramming his way inside. Tsai cried out but not in pain. He was so lubed up with ass juice and so far into his heat cycle that his chute was primed to take a huge cock. Gunner’s masterpiece pushed inside him, meeting just the right amount of resistance to maximize the pleasure for both of them. Both studs were grunting and moaning and heaving as their bodies melded, learning instinctively the right moves. Soon, their bond was sealed and they were perfectly synchronized. Tsai’s hole adjusted itself to fit Gunner’s Alpha cock. Though loose and gaping, his man-cunt was nonetheless tight enough to make Gunner moan. 

And it would remain that way for the rest of their lives.

They were united now, an Alpha and Omega. Nothing could change that and no one could ever get between them. From now on, Gunner would protect and defend Tsai, keeping the other Alphas (and those lousy Betas) away from his bitch. Tsai was safe.

Tsai was also becoming fertile.

Tsai’s ass was incredibly huge by the time Gunner finally exploded inside him. The giant melons hanging off the back of him were so big that Gunner realized his cock had grown for a reason: If he was any smaller, he never would have reached the jock’s buried hole. As it was, though, he had no trouble. His thighs slapped against those magnificent globes, sending shockwaves through Tsai’s body. He pounded that man-pussy so hard, Lady started rocking back and forth with each thrust. He lifted his head and bellowed as he climaxed, not caring about Tsai’s pleasure. All he cared about was the pure, electric pleasure coursing through his body.

Only after Gunner had emptied his seed deep in Tsai’s hole, he pulled out and yanked down the pouch of Tsai’s thong, jacking him to the most volcanic orgasm of his young life. It was also the last orgasm of his life…with a penis, at least. With very mixed emotions, Tsai stared at his mighty cock, memorizing every detail as it quivered with the aftereffects of orgasm. But by then it was already shrinking.

He howled in dismay as he watched the shrinking accelerate. His once proud member became slender and short, pulling in on itself until it was barely the size of a peanut. The cock shrinking soon stopped but another loss followed. Tsai moaned with defeat as the hair fell off of his big low-hangers and they started to draw upward in his nutsac. Soon, the nutsac was so tight that his balls were forced inside his pelvis. He yelped in pain as they tucked inside him, following their foreordained trajectory, reverting to a pair of ovaries. 

Gunner stared in fascination as Tsai’s nutsac disappeared, folding into a vertical slit, a slit that rapidly became the folds of his new pussy. Soon, the peanut that had been his big jock meat was nothing but a clitoris and his labial lips were parting, oozing goo that was just as tantalizing and fragrant as his ass juices. Those obscene lips swelled, becoming engorged with blood as Tsai’s heat intensified.

Gunner tore his attention away from that leaking pussy to take in the sight of the now transformed Tsai. The dude’s formerly narrow, square hips had rounded and widened, making him look bottom heavy, especially with the immensity of his new ass. His shoulders were still wide and he was still hairy and muscular as ever but his tits had swelled and he’d grown some breast tissue like all Omegas did. He looked freakish and hot at the same time and Gunner grinned lasciviously down at him. That was his property down there. That was his Omega!

As his pussy swelled and his hormones raged, Tsai’s face turned red and sweat dripped from his brow. His eyes were feverish as he looked up at Gunner and begged, “Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Please!” When Gunner hesitated, he screamed, “FUCK MY PUSSY NOW, YOU BIG DUMB ALPHA!!”

Gunner wiped a rope of drool out of the corner of his mouth and shoved Tsai onto his back. Pinning his beefy arms up over his head, he pressed down on top of him. His cock had already recovered by then and he was achingly hard as he lifted his hips and felt around with his cock, aiming for those sloppy pussy lips. When his cockhead scored, he thrust down, yelling out in ecstasy. Tsai’s eyes rolled back in his head and soon they were both hollering at the tops of their lungs. Sure, Tsai might not have a penis any more but his Alpha’s long, fat cock was the perfect size to hit his hidden G-spot. Soon Gunner was pummeling it to oblivion and elevating both of them to a cataclysmic orgasm that left them gasping for air.

It was pure bliss.

Afterwards, Gunner lay on top of Tsai for a long time, his monster cock gradually softening inside Tsai’s pussy. Their sweat and musk mingled and they smiled. Tsai gazed fondly up at Gunner, lifting a small hand up to caress his bearded jaw and move a sweaty lock of hair out of his eyes. He raised his lips to kiss him . Gunner met him, opening his mouth and thrusting his tongue deep inside Tsai’s softness. Tsai yielded to him. He would always yield to him. From this day forward, he was Gunner’s submissive bitch. It never occurred to him to question his Alpha. Whatever Gunner wanted, Tsai did.

“No more jockstraps or boxers for you, bro,” Gunner rumbled. “Only panties and lots of ‘em!” Tsai lowered his long eyelashes, ashamed. He nodded, though. He would do whatever his Alpha told him. “An’ I hope yer ready to raise my babies,” Gunner continued, relishing his dominance, “‘cuz I know I juss made ya preggers.” Tsai’s face froze and he clenched his jaw but it didn’t stop him from nodding meekly.

He was opening his mouth to respond when they heard a sound behind them. Lifting their heads to look around, they gave a start when they saw a posse of towering football jocks watching them. Worse, one of them was holding a cam-corder and recording their every move. As they stared, the guys high-fived each other, grinning with pride. The ringleader, the team’s second string quarterback, smirked as he stopped recording, tucking the cam-corder into a bag.

“That,” he announced, “was epic! Now I juss gotta edit it and upload it to social media. Everyone’s gonna see their precious BMOC turn into a slutty little bottom bitch.”

The teammates laughed raucously before turning to leave. Gunner looked from the departing jocks to Tsai and, seeing the burning humiliation on his Omega’s face, asked, “Want me to kick the shit outta ‘em, Baby? I’ll leave ‘em a bloody mess!”

Unexpectedly, Tsai shook his head. “No, don’t. I’ll be fine. As long as you’re my Alpha, everything is good. More than good, actually.” He lifted his lips and kissed Gunner once again, murmuring, “I made the right decision. Even before I turned into an Omega, I knew you were the man for me, Gunner. I’m glad we’re bonded. And I’m proud to carry your babies.”

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